Overlord Thraka

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

A shuffling form heads towards Vaulthuz's cave, sensing magic from within it.
A cloaked figure stands in the mouth of the cave, peering in. It's massive hunched form shuffles into the shelter of the cave. At almost 10 feet tall and well over 5 feet in width, the figure is massive, yet it moves in a manner much like that of a cripple. Shuffling forward it speaks in a low growl as it's orange and black striped tail brushes against the ground behind it
"Is dere someone here? I felt... powerrrrr..."
Dark yellow eyes peer out from under the figures hood.

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The Woman sat at the bar, drinking from a large mug. She watches the bar with hazel eyes narrowed from under her horned helmet.
Her mouth is curled in a permanent frown as she eyes a burly man who has had too much to drink and has started to "flirt" with the server girls.
"Ah c'mon darlin!" shouts the drunk man. "Jus' a little kiss!"
The terrified serving girl, no older than 19, backs away holding her tray between herself and the drunk man as the man's friends laugh loudly.
"G'wan! Give 'im a snog!" shouts one
Most of the bar looks on uncomfortably on as the man backs the girl into a corner.
"No! Please sir! You've just had too much to drink! Leave me alone!" she cries
The drunk man grins stupidly.
"Arr, one ki- UGH!"
He grunts as the woman in the horned helmet and armor stands up and brings her mug smashing into his face. Drink slops onto the floor as the man falls over, clutching his jaw.
"Wot da! You bit- AGH!"
He hits the ground again as the woman's boot heel connects with his nose with a loud 'crack!'
"Stay down. I'll only say it once."
The woman speaks harshly, with a thick Nordic accent. She turns to the serving girl and speaks in a softer tone, yet one that holds great sway.
"Get out of here. I'll deal with this lot."
She turns to face the drunkard's friends as they stand up, drawing several knives.
"You'll pay fer what you did t'Jimmy!" shouts a thin, weedy looking man.
The woman snorts in derision and draws her own weapon. The men pale and begin to reconsider their choices as the woman draws a massive two-handed sword. Her tattooed hands tighten on the handle as she holds it ready and waits.
"Come on then. Let's get this over with." she snarls.
Two of the men advance cautiously but the third falls back, dropping his knife as he wets himself and runs out the tavern door, gales of laughter following him. Seeing their companion run only makes the other two men hesitate more, so the woman leaps into action.

She spins her sword in a blur, catching a empty chair and flicking at one of the men, bashing him in the head and stunning him.
She advances on the other man, who seeing his companions felled and run away, suddenly feels beyond help. He falls to his knees, dropping his knife, and looks up at the woman who stands before him.
"Oh please! Please don't 'urt me miss! I never meant no 'arm!" he begs
The woman sneers.
"Meant no harm? That's not what I saw. A decent man would tell his 'friend' to stop doing what your 'friend' did. You were prepared to watch him with that girl, I saw you laughing!"
"No please!" the man begs again, "I didn't mean it!"
He lowers his face to the floor, cowering and groveling before the woman.
"You did mean it," growls the woman "And you'll pay the same price he did"
A puddle grows around the man as he feels the edge of a blade against the back of his neck.
"No please... please!" he sobs.
"Huh. Nothing but a filthy coward." snarls the woman.
She seizes him by the hair and yanks him up as he yells in pain. She drags him over to a table and looks at him.
"Scum like you are what makes this land the hellhole it is."
She slams his face down against the table, shattering his nose. She then tosses a few coins to the stunned bartender as the crowd watches in awe.
"For the mess, and the drink."
The woman strides out of the bar and from outside, draws a cloak around herself and walks into the streets of the town

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

So assuming this is all okay, I'm going to play for two characters to start. I'll put them in Characters shortly

Adventure, Randomness and Fun (Dead)

Uhh... so is this dead now? Seems that way

The Usurpers (dark, fantasy)

Name: Birthname: Thalia Coldstone, Name now used: Mergoux

Appearance: Mergoux is a tall woman, almost 6 feet and muscular, though not bulky. She's got long black hair with several braids woven though it. She's got a thin scar tracing down the left side of her face, which is pretty but not overly beautiful. Her body is covered in intricate tattoos though the only ones normally on display are the ones on her arms and chin which she typically keeps bare. On both her wrists are tattooed manacles with chains wrapping up her forearms to her elbow where they break and turn into vines. The vines wrap around a symbol on either shoulder, on the left 8 coins, on the right, a flower with 8 petals. The tattoo on her chin is a thin strip of nordic runes

Personality: Cruel, Violent, Sadistic, Stern, Stoic, Private, Brave.
Mergoux is a violent sociopath bent on murder and destruction. She kills all in the path of her mission, or those who oppose her goals and enjoys torturing them to death to 'punish' them. She'd be one of the most Evil persons in the land were it not for the fact that her goal in life is to protect the innocent and those who cannot protect themselves. She'll butcher raiders, torture cruel officials to death and fight any monster that threatens even the tiniest farm. Her methodology is that of a Evil person despite her good intentions.

Class: Warrior

Magical affinity: None

Equipment: Greatsword, Helmet and some metal armor mixed with leather and chainmail. A few coins and a badge or two from military service

Backstory: (how did your character end up in Vilnick, were they born there? Why do they want to rebel?)
Mergoux was born as Thalia Coldstone in the mountains of a far Northern place. Never properly accepted by the other children she and her family finally decided to move away. As they traveled they were beset upon by bandits who killed her father and mother infront of her then took her captive and enslaved her at their base hidden in the mountains. She spent 12 years a slave (heh) to them before finally managing to escape at age 20. She then joined a local military force and with their help eventually came back and razed the bandit camp to the ground. She personally killed over 20 men over the course of a week of vengeance and torture. Upon this being reported she was instantly discharged and spent the next decade wandering the world, killing those she saw as evil and helping those she saw as good or innocent.
She hates abuse of power and those who would oppress their people, that is why she fights, that is why she rebels

Another Fantasy RP

Count me interested!

Freeform Fantasy Roleplay (Anybody can just jump in.)

@jeroukoo
Mergoux curses violently as the titanic Frost Demon charged at her. She tosses her crossbow to the side and dodges left, barely avoiding the charge as she draws her weapon, a massive two-handed sword and brings it down roughly where the back of the knee would be on a human.

"What the hell is this thing?!" she cries out in a surprisingly soft voice tinged with a heavy slavic/nordic accent

Her long black hair, partly braided with little gold beads in a nordic fashion, swings around as she spins and rips the sword free with her muscular arms,she then goes to swing again. Along said arms are tattooed manacles at the wrist with chains wrapping up her forarms which then are shown breaking and turning into vines which wrap around 8 coins on her left shoulder and a flower with 8 petals on the other.

Freeform Fantasy Roleplay (Anybody can just jump in.)

@jeroukoo Will do! Sorry!

Freeform Fantasy Roleplay (Anybody can just jump in.)

Mergoux hears the fight from inside and looks at the tavernkeep
"Guess I'll find out myself then"
She draws her crossbow and rushes out the door of the tavern to see the fight. Once outside she pauses, looking in mild confusion at the chaos around her, but eventually decides she doesn't like the look of the frost demon.
"Oh hell."
She takes careful aim then pulls the trigger on the heavy crossbow, firing a black shafted bolt flying towards the demon's throat.

Adventure, Randomness and Fun (Dead)

Living Forest
@letmehaveone2
Mergoux packs up her camp and continues on until she sees the cabin in the distance along with figures moving around.
She thinks to herself 'Hm, better be cautious', and draws her enormous greatsword which is inscribed with runes and has a large sapphire embedded in the hilt and a even larger one in the pommel. It looks out of place with the rest of her dull unpolished and dirty armor and clothing as it looks like the weapon of a king and not that of a sellsword.
Mergoux approaches the cabin slowly, carefully watching the figures from under her helmet

The Usurpers (dark, fantasy)

Sounds interesting! I'm going to keep tabs on this. Might join. I dunno