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Hmm, I'ma change up Hodrick a bit. Nothing major, just switch up his weapons since we have a bunch of swords and stuff.
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Balthazar Vorhut
Character Summary
Name: Balthazar Vorhut
Aliases: The Sage of Soot and Iron
Titles: Grandmaster of the Way of Red
Age: 134
Place of Origin: Aureas
Gender: Male
Physical Attributes
Build:6’3 - broad shouldered and strong of limb
Eyes: Hidden, but when he slings powerful magics around his eyes glow like molten iron.
Hair: None
Skin Tone: Hidden for the most part, but one can guess that he is fairly pale by looking at his jaw… despite the scars.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Hidden by The Aegis, but Balthazar is covered in extensive burn scars. Usually one only gets to sneak a peek once he removes his “jaw” for eating, drinking, and the occasional smoke.
Day To Day Attire: The Aegis, a set of armor and clothes in equal measure. The armor covers him head to toe, something of a point of vanity to hide away the extensive burn scars that cover his body, however the inside is padded with soft silks and fabrics. The face is set in a frown as a constant reminder for past mistakes, but is otherwise crafted for comfort and protection. The green cloak was a gift from someone dear to him, crafted out of a heavy, tough fabric and embroidered with gold thread. Inside is a very special pocket that will only open for Balthazar.
Strengths: Heated, resolute, inquisitive, and friendly
Weaknesses: Unsubtle, rigid in his morals, and a little too empathetic to those who can’t defend themselves
Psychological Attributes
Passionate * Scholarly * Hot Headed * Paternal
Sexuality: Balthazar is attracted to ability, skill, and personability. He isn’t going to let something like gender get in the way of pleasant company.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Balthazar is a fairly simple man put into the boots of eccentricity. His title of Grandmaster of the Way of Red has made him defender of the Spire and bureaucrat in equal measures, having to mediate between the squabbles of wizards and the various ceremonies of the Red Collage when he would much rather tend to his garden, read manuscripts on magical theory, and blast the Horde back to their holes.
To this end he is hairpullingly casual with the aristocracy and informality has become his staple attitude in all but dire times, more than just nobles and kings up the wall. However this very attitude endears him to the common soldiers who keep the wall, his casualness letting them relax for just a little bit gives him supreme pleasure. The world is far too dire at times, a breath of fresh air is needed just as badly as good food and strong drink.
However as carefree as he likes to portray himself, Balthazar is deathly serious about the lives of those who he is close to. Any injury to them being a deep and long lasting wound, even the deaths of soldiers on the wall is enough to send him in a spellslinging frenzy as the passions of Red have always dictated.
Habits: In times of distress or sadness Balthazar will retreat into the confines of Cyrinth’s cloak, seeking it’s comforting warmth. When anxious or nervous, Balthazar tends to place his hand on the hilt of his sword and grip his staff tightly.
Hobbies: Reading about new things always interests Balthazar, especially if it pertains to the refinement of metals and ores. Otherwise he has a collection of fine wines, brandies, ales that he’s always looking to expand. He’s also taken to growing his own stain of Pipe-weed, known as “Dragon’s Fyre”. Finally he has taken up “Dazzle Lights”, using powders, fire, and a little magic to create great displays in the sky.
Fears: That the Spine will break and allow the Hordes to swarm across the lands behind it and that he’ll lose someone close to him and be powerless to stop it… again.
Likes: Manuscripts, that peace between sieges, children, The Crucible, cooking, chili, spicy foods, strong liquors, pipeweed, and salted pork.
Dislikes: The Horde, violence for violence sake, destruction of relics, disorder, abuse of any kind, disloyalty, and arrogance.
Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding or cooking. Levels include novice (1 pt), apprentice (2 pt), journeyman (3 pt), expert (4 pt), master (5 pt). Each character can spend 21 points & only two skills can be mastered.
- Way of Red (Master): In the simplest of terms, Balthazar is a pyromancer, a wizard who bends fire to his will as easily as one breathes. However to be an adherent of Red means being in tune with all facets of warmth. To this end, yes, Balthazar can cover your enemies in swaths of flame or call forth flaming rocks to rain on your foes, but he can also make foes turn on their comrades as their hearts are seized by burning hatred. Let nothing be said against the utilities of a walking inferno who knows what it’s doing. However, let it be known that all power comes with a price. Should Balthazar become careless in his spell slinging than the magic coursing through him will begin to tear him apart, burning his flesh into nothing. The only ways to prevent this is to either let himself cool off naturally by waiting or forcibly venting the magic from his body, an act that feels much less than pleasant but is much preferable than death.
- Way of Many Colors (Master): Something that Balthazar isn’t particularly proud of, but in an effort to protect his people he is willing to do much. Taught by Daemons, the Way of Many Colors is a chaotic magic fraught with many dangers. One could fall to the tricks of Daemons, becoming possessed and nothing more than a powerful tool for a being who wants nothing but pain, or you could simply explode in a wave of chaotic magic, melting flesh, mutating innocents, and corrupting the land. Despite this however, it is incredibly powerful. Able to wield the forces of change like an artist wields a brush, Balthazar can summon daemons, warp flesh, and burn souls with but a stare and some honeyed, forbidden words. Should his people find out about his consorting with Dark Gods he will be exiled from the realm, if not put to death.
- Cooking (Expert): A skill learned in tandem with his studies in Pyromancy and through his tutor, a thick-set woman of impeccable skill and taste. Through her he has learned how to cook excellent meals with limited resources and has been imparted with a great deal of recipes. Unfortunately for some, all of Balthazar’s meals tend to be incredibly heavy with meats and breads. He can make do without those, but prefers not to.
An aside, he has a tendency of making his foods very spicy as all Red Wizards are drawn to that particular sensation. - Enchantment (Expert): The act of folding magic into an item, giving anyone who has ownership of it a great boon. Balthazar has taken quickly to the art, and is able to bless a wide range of effects onto many items. However he hasn’t mastered the art and thus he needs a great deal of time and magical materials to do any significant enhancements.
- Swordsmanship (Journeyman): Something of a back up plan incase of the worst, Balthazar is able to keep up with most rank and file soldiers in terms of skill. Though his magic tends to put him above them in terms of raw power. Still, he is but a floundering child in the eyes of a true master.
Talents & Powers
A listing of unique powers, magic, artifacts, and techniques. A maximum of four only.
- The Aegis: Balthazar’s armor, crafted after his… incident at the Sixth Spire. The Aegis is crafted from Cold Iron, an ancient metal infused with Blue magic. It’s surface is perpetually cold to the touch, an aftereffect of Blue magic, and acts as excellent insulation for the wild magics of Red. In times of extreme stress and magical energy, it’s surface will glow red with heat.
- Cyrinth’s Cloak: A gift from a simpler time, Cyrinth’s Cloak is an enchanted green cloak of fabulous quality. While already made from tough materials Balthazar commissioned a master enchanter to make it indestructible, or near to it. In addition to this the cloak is heavier than you’d think, but in a comforting way not unlike a warm embrace. Finally there is a hidden pocket within the cloak, able to hide a great deal of things within its cavernous holding space.
- The Red Torch: Balthazar’s staff and badge of office, the Red Torch is a relic from the old Collage of Red back before the Horde invaded. It stands several inches taller than him and is burning hot to the touch to all besides the Grandmaster and those it deems worthy. Crafted from brass that has been steeped in Red magics, this staff is constantly on releasing flames from it’s sconce like head making it perfect for grabbing flames to be thrown around.
- Arming Sword: A basic arming sword that has been enchanted to channel Balthazar’s magic, causing the blade to glow red in combat. Every cut causes excruciating pain as well as having a chance to outright catch someone on fire if they have the right (or wrong depending on who you ask) clothes on. It can also channel cantrips, small spells like that do not take much effort to activate.
History
Parents:Hodrick Vorhut I and Aeowin Vorhut-Tryndamere, Lord and Lady of the Seventh Spire, Deceased
Siblings: Hodrick Vorhut II, Deceased
Childhood: Balthazar is the first wizard in a long line of warriors, the Vorhut line drawing it’s history as knights and royal guardsman for generations. However at the tender age of ten years old it was made clear where his destiny lied when the young Fetch Rat breathed a gout of flame into the face of an Orc, ceasing its advance up the wall. With a tearful goodbye from his mother, a beaming smile from his father, and a warm hug from his brother, Balthazar was shipped off to the Red College to harness the boys growing power.
At the college he spent most of his first couple of years doing grunt work, cleaning shelves and scrubbing floors mostly, until it was deemed he had the discipline necessary to move up. At thirteen he was given an official mentor, Elinessa Gheist, a plump woman whose love for food was only matched by her passion for teaching. Through her rigorous and unorthodox way of teaching, Balthazar was able to advance from Journeyman to adept within five years.
Adulthood:
A little past his eighteenth year was when Balthazar was first shipped to the Spires, the walls always needing another Battle Wizard. It is here, at the First Spire, that Balthazar met Cyrinth. Cyrinth was an incredible woman, a wizard of the Way of Green who did everything she could to save lives. A furie to those who ignored treatment for the sake of bravado, but an angel in the eyes of those she saved. Balthazar was smitten soon after meeting her and with gentle courting, the two soon became an item.
However the needs of the Spires meant that the two would soon be needed elsewhere and forced the lovebirds to be apart more often than not. Thankfully though, writing each other became second nature and the two kept a correspondence for many years, staying with each other on the rare occasions they were stationed together or were able to steal away some time. This continued for nearly two and a half decades before she was taken away from him. Since then Balthazar has kept from his duties, mourned her loss, and moved on. Remembered fondly.
Special Moments:
Balthazar has acquired a great many experiences in his long life. There is the day where he first manifested his powers, blowing out flames like a dragon of legend. Images of Elinessa teaching him how to control the flames for the best stew whenever he begins to cook. There is that night when he and Cyrinth first kissed, the night where they did more than kiss. Seeing his niece and nephews and becoming an Uncle.
But two memories stick with Balthazar the most. The day Cyrinth was taken from him, how that blade ran through her gut as she shielded a fallen soldier. Of his rage that followed, burning away the Horde in a swirling inferno and leaving the lands beyond the Sixth Spire blighted to this day. How the pain that wracked his burned body never compared to the pain he felt inside that day.
Then there is the Uncle, watching over his brother's children when he fell. Of the eldest, who gave his life in defence of his Spire and came back stronger than he ever could be in life. Of the middle born who continues to use his brilliant mind to better guard the Walls and the World Behind. And of the youngest, the niece who followed in his footsteps and learned to bend the winds of Red to her will. He’s seen them grow and learn and become legends, and he couldn’t be prouder.
Current Events:
Balthazar was defending the Seventh Spire with his eldest nephew, Hodrick, when a great beast came screaming from the clouds. It belched a fire unknown to Balthazar, but nonetheless burned like flames. Uncle and nephew worked together to strike the beast down, running away with it’s tail between it’s legs before he was ripped from his world.
World
Climate: The Spine, a great mountain range separating the small sliver of Athel Loren from the blasted lands of the East. The Seventh Spire is one of 13 mountains on the range and the smallest in height, making it a choice target for the Horde and is frequently attacked. The Keep is built into the mountain and overlooks the East, a land blighted by scorched earth, weapons of war, and an uncountable amount of bones. The air is dry and cold in the winter, snow falling rarely. The summers are dominated by harsh sunlight and an unrelenting heat with very little wind.
Ruling(s): The 13 Spires are the ruling military commanders and noble houses ruled by its chief defenders. Five houses to the Elves, five to the Dwarves, and three houses to the Men. Every house wages war against the Hordes, defending it's mountain to the last in their own way. Each Spire is self sufficient in terms of water and food, gaining soldiers in the form of yearly Tithes from The World Behind. And true, the Houses are separate by law, in reality it is a single unified people sharing in their knowledge, cultures, and support. Only fools divide themselves.
History: In the beginning the Kingdoms of Aureas were massive, spanning the entire continent. In those times Man, Dwarf, and Elf squabbled amongst themselves over petty things. Then the Horde arrived, a great swarm of black blooded beasts from the east that butched their way across the continent. The Kingdom of Man fell first, the tides crashing against the too proud Kingdoms and humbling them in the blood of their people. The same fates assaulted the Dwarf and Elven kingdoms, until their backs were pressed against the wall of the Spine.
On this mountain range the three races came together, uniting in the face of extinction. Many a legendary warrior was framed in those days, beating back the Horde and securing their survival. It is here that the three kingdoms put aside their differences and came together in an effort to survive. While the lands behind the Spine where settled, the Spires were founded and reinforced. Great keeps were carved out of the stone and warriors trained in their defense, for if the Spine breaks than the world fallows.
Notes:
There are two races of people that settled the lands beyond the Spine long before the Three Kingdoms fled there. Halflings, who are made from a gentle cloth, and Gnomes, inquisitive creatures with a knack for creation, they welcomed their weary neighbors with open arms for the most part.
Magic is dictated by six winds, the winds of Light, Shadows, Life, Death, Fire, and Fate. To call these magical forces winds would be inaccurate, but in essence it gets the message across. There are very few who have the will and souls capable of bending these winds to them, these few are called Wizards and even then it takes years of training to truly be capable of doing anything helpful. The magic that runs through Wizards grants them extended life, around three hundred years has been the highest recorded years. Magic also runs through certain materials, giving these things extraordinary properties like increased durability or magical conductors.
Relations
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Extras (Optional)
Character Quote: “By the fire in my heart, you will not pass!”
Theme Song: Iron - Woodkid
Aura Color: Bright and large, a column of wild, swirling red and white.
Scent: Smells of smoke, pipe-weed, and and hot metal
Anything Else: Balthazar's voice is strange, wickedly smooth but carrying an otherworldly air that brings to mind fireplaces, warmth, and foreign spices.
@Lyla And he's done.
Name: Hodrick Vorhut IV
Aliases: The Adamantine Lord
Titles: Lord of the Seventh Spire
Age: 102
Place of Origin: Athel Loren
Gender: Male
Build:7’0- Stoic and Unyielding
Eyes: Empty sockets
Hair: None
Skin Tone: None. His bones carry a distinct, if tarnished, metallic sheen not unlike aged brass.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: His armor has small cuts and dents scattered across it’s surface, showing age and experience were wrinkles and aches would have been.
Day To Day Attire: As one of the Reborn Hodrick cannot leave the confines of his armor, his metal encased bones having fused with the heavy plates of Adamantine that make up his armor. However small bits can be removed like the pauldrons, chainskirt, and helmet. The skull has been etched with dwarven runes, telling of his achievements and glorious deeds. There is a single, small gem the color of amber set in his forehead. Should he need to go somewhere where finery is needed Hodrick will take the time to thoroughly clean and polish his armor to a golden gleam.
Strengths: Resolute, Honorable, Strong
Weaknesses: Weak to the plight of the defenceless and critical of those who do not show his definition of honor
Sexuality: Sex was never something that interested Hodrick, only ever participating in hopes of creating strong children. However he has been in love before.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Hodrick is a man of gleeful contradictions. In combat he is a load, commanding figure. Barking out orders and yelling out encouragement to his comrades. However when things become dire and tense he is as quiet as the stone, his unyielding presence in the face of his enemies speaking so much more than a voice ever could. He is the first to enter the fray and always the last to leave, the lives of his brothers and sisters in arms meaning more to him than his very own, a sentiment shared with each and every one of them. This is perhaps one of his greatest faults as, inevitable as it is, should a comrade die he takes it as a personal attack. Their deaths cutting deeper than any knife.
Hodrick is deeply compassionate, quietly weeping in times of great sorrow, joy, or triumph. A trait that he has passed on to his comrades, for they are all his family. In spite of this, Hodrick knows that to let such things control him would bring ruin upon the Seventh Spire. He mourns, he fights, he triumphs, and he moves on. The names of the fallen never forgotten, but never in the way.
To children he is a hero, a great metal man who shows them how to fight, to trust in their fellows, and to watch out for one another. In a way all of his brother and sister in arms are Hodrick's children, as he has overwatched their development into soldiers since the day they arrived at the Seventh Spire. A fact that is compounded at the great feasts when he declares their deeds with a father's pride.
Habits: Rubs a large gold medallion when anxious, any distinguishing features long since rubbed away. Has a habit of using his hands in place of facial expressions as, well… he doesn’t have a face, a reassuring hand on one's shoulder is common.
Hobbies: In the times he is away from battle and not training, Hodrick likes to read. Over his long life he’s consumed a great deal of knowledge about magical theory and practice, though his status as a Reborn make actually casting magic impossible. Beyond this he has taken it upon himself to help train the young ones as much as he can before they are exposed to the true horrors of the Eternal War.
Fears: That the Spine will break and allow the Hordes to swarm across the lands behind it, but most of all he’s afraid that he’ll be powerless to stop it.
Likes: Manuscripts, that peace between sieges, children, his fellow brothers and sisters in arms, all forms of the arts, and the feeling of community.
Dislikes: The Horde, violence for violence sake, damage to art, disorder, abuse of
any kind, disloyalty, and cowards.
Parents:Hodrick Vorhut III and Freya Vorhut-Magnusson, Lord and Lady of the Seventh Spire, Deceased
Siblings: Roland Vorhut and Florence Windollen-Vorhut, Military Advisor and High Priestess respectively, currently in their seventies
Childhood: Hodrick was born into the noble houses of the 13 Spires, the ruling military leaders of The Spine and the first and last defense of the world behind. Hodrick’s childhood was spent in preparation for his eventual ascension into Lordship of the Seventh Spire, one of three Spires ran by humans. He was trained in the arts of war since the time he could hold a sword and surrounded by tales of bravery, honor, and duty. Young Hodrick made friends with his fellow students, no separation of the common and the noble for they were to all be brothers and sisters in arms, bound together by their duty to protect The Spine.
Adulthood: Hodrick’s adult years began at 12 years of age, his duty on the wall being to fetch arms, ammunition, and other things for the soldiers, the “children” affectionately called “Fetch Rats”. However it wasn’t clean work, running about on The Walls put Hodrick face to face with the reality of battle. Spilled guts and lopped limbs and so much blood. It was his time as a Fetch Rat that earned Hodrick his first kill, an Orc ladder had gained purchase and the beasts had began their mad scramble up the wood. Yelling for reinforcements the young Hodrick took the sword of a fallen comrade and began to hack and stab at any beast that reared its head over the wall. After the fact he had nightmares for three days.
Fast forward twenty years and you see Hodrick at his prime, an aged and experienced warrior and a paragon to the men of the Seventh Spire. Renowned for not only his skill in battle but the compassion and love he has for his fellow brothers and sisters in arms. It was his his virtues on and off the field that allowed him to come back from death in what would become known as “The Great Defence of the Seventh Spire”.
The Horde had gathered at the Seventh Spire in greater numbers than had ever been recorded, attacking with an unknown ferocity that slowly allowed them to take the walls. Beginning to be pushed back with nowhere to go, Hodrick had all nonessential men and women evacuate the Seventh Spire with the message that it will have most likely fallen by the time they received it. With nothing to do but buy as much time as they could, Hodrick and his men proceeded to do just that. Using every tool at their disposal from explosives to the chokepoints of the halls they fought on. By the time reinforcements came three days later from the Eighth Spire, Hodrick was down to a dozen half alive soldiers.
With reinforcements streaming from the back, Hodrick and his soldiers lead the charge that finally cleared the Horde from the Seventh Spire. Standing there on the walls, seeing his foes flee from his Spire, Hodrick allowed himself to rest his eyes. He died standing up.
A week later Hodrick was Reborn and took up his sacred duty once again.
Special Moments:
Funny how the day he died on lies one of the most fonde in Hodrick’s life. The moment where he and his fellow brothers and sister had won the battle, seeing the Horde run with tail tucked between their legs had birthed such bride in his heart that he wept openly and lead the roar of triumph that spread across the walls at the whimpering tide of filth fleeing his Spire.
The second is of a much more innocent quality, of training young warriors to be and his younger brother before his gift for military tactics were discovered. Of sharing with them tales of honor and battle but also never hiding the truth of what their future had in store for them.
Finally, a more selfish memory, is Hodrick. Bent over a desk surrounded by flickering candlelight, pouring over a tale of comrades, of a quest, and of an unlikely hero.
Current Events: Hodrick was once again on the wall, fending off the Horde before a great beast came screaming out of the clouds. It’s roars belching out flames that scorched the walls, weakening the defence. Hodrick hit the beast dead in the eye with Kharak Al Kharak, causing the beast to fall towards his position before being ripped away from the battle and his world.
Climate: The Spine, a great mountain range separating the small sliver of Athel Loren from the blasted lands of the East. The Seventh Spire is one of 13 mountains on the range and the smallest in height, making it a choice target for the Horde and is frequently attacked. The Keep is built into the mountain and overlooks the East, a land blighted by scorched earth, weapons of war, and an uncountable amount of bones. The air is dry and cold in the winter, snow falling rarely. The summers are dominated by harsh sunlight and an unrelenting heat with very little wind.
Ruling(s): The 13 Spires are the ruling military commanders and noble houses ruled by its chief defenders. Five houses to the Elves, five to the Dwarves, and three houses to the Men. Every house wages war against the Hordes, defending it's mountain to the last in their own way. Each Spire is self sufficient in terms of water and food, gaining soldiers in the form of yearly Tithes from The World Behind. And true, the Houses are separate by law, in reality it is a single unified people sharing in their knowledge, cultures, and support. Only fools divide themselves.
History: In the beginning the Kingdoms of Athel Loran were massive, spanning the entire continent. In those times Man, Dwarf, and Elf squabbled amongst themselves over petty things. Then the Horde arrived, a great swarm of black blooded beasts from the east that butched their way across the continent. The Kingdom of Man fell first, the tides crashing against the too proud Kingdoms and humbling them in the blood of their people. The same fates assaulted the Dwarf and Elven kingdoms, until their backs were pressed against the wall of the Spine.
On this mountain range the three races came together, uniting in the face of extinction. Many a legendary warrior was framed in those days, beating back the Horde and securing their survival. It is here that the three kingdoms put aside their differences and came together in an effort to survive. While the lands behind the Spine where settled, the Spires were founded and reinforced. Great keeps were carved out of the stone and warriors trained in their defense, for if the Spine breaks than the world fallows.
Notes:
There are two races of people that settled the lands beyond the Spine long before the Three Kingdoms fled there. Halflings, who are made from a gentle cloth, and Gnomes, inquisitive creatures with a knack for creation, they welcomed their weary neighbors with open arms for the most part.
Magic is equal parts tangible and intangible in the world of Athel Loren. Things like Adamantine and Wyrd Wood are filled with magic, able to take on magnificent properties if you know how to fold it. It becomes intangible if you learn how to speak to the winds, the founding blocks of creation. The Elements, Light, Order, Death, and Chaos all have a wind you can commune with if you have the will to resist their temptation. Powerful, but not without their dangers.
Character Quote: “Hold! Let them taste our resolve.”
Theme Song: Iron - Woodkid
Aura Color: Bright, a beacon of golden light that only grows brighter in the heat of battle.
Scent: Smells of old oil and metal.
Anything Else: Hodrick's voice is deep, powerful, and commanding yet very soft outside of combat. Not unlike a wise grandfather telling stories of his youth.
Hodrick Vorhut
Character Summary
Name: Hodrick Vorhut IV
Aliases: The Adamantine Lord
Titles: Lord of the Seventh Spire
Age: 102
Place of Origin: Athel Loren
Gender: Male
Physical Attributes
Build:7’0- Stoic and Unyielding
Eyes: Empty sockets
Hair: None
Skin Tone: None. His bones carry a distinct, if tarnished, metallic sheen not unlike aged brass.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: His armor has small cuts and dents scattered across it’s surface, showing age and experience were wrinkles and aches would have been.
Day To Day Attire: As one of the Reborn Hodrick cannot leave the confines of his armor, his metal encased bones having fused with the heavy plates of Adamantine that make up his armor. However small bits can be removed like the pauldrons, chainskirt, and helmet. The skull has been etched with dwarven runes, telling of his achievements and glorious deeds. There is a single, small gem the color of amber set in his forehead. Should he need to go somewhere where finery is needed Hodrick will take the time to thoroughly clean and polish his armor to a golden gleam.
Strengths: Resolute, Honorable, Strong
Weaknesses: Weak to the plight of the defenceless and critical of those who do not show his definition of honor
Psychological Attributes
Stoic * Determined * Compassionate * Dutiful
Sexuality: Sex was never something that interested Hodrick, only ever participating in hopes of creating strong children. However he has been in love before.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Hodrick is a man of gleeful contradictions. In combat he is a load, commanding figure. Barking out orders and yelling out encouragement to his comrades. However when things become dire and tense he is as quiet as the stone, his unyielding presence in the face of his enemies speaking so much more than a voice ever could. He is the first to enter the fray and always the last to leave, the lives of his brothers and sisters in arms meaning more to him than his very own, a sentiment shared with each and every one of them. This is perhaps one of his greatest faults as, inevitable as it is, should a comrade die he takes it as a personal attack. Their deaths cutting deeper than any knife.
Hodrick is deeply compassionate, quietly weeping in times of great sorrow, joy, or triumph. A trait that he has passed on to his comrades, for they are all his family. In spite of this, Hodrick knows that to let such things control him would bring ruin upon the Seventh Spire. He mourns, he fights, he triumphs, and he moves on. The names of the fallen never forgotten, but never in the way.
To children he is a hero, a great metal man who shows them how to fight, to trust in their fellows, and to watch out for one another. In a way all of his brother and sister in arms are Hodrick's children, as he has overwatched their development into soldiers since the day they arrived at the Seventh Spire. A fact that is compounded at the great feasts when he declares their deeds with a father's pride.
Habits: Rubs a large gold medallion when anxious, any distinguishing features long since rubbed away. Has a habit of using his hands in place of facial expressions as, well… he doesn’t have a face, a reassuring hand on one's shoulder is common.
Hobbies: In the times he is away from battle and not training, Hodrick likes to read. Over his long life he’s consumed a great deal of knowledge about magical theory and practice, though his status as a Reborn make actually casting magic impossible. Beyond this he has taken it upon himself to help train the young ones as much as he can before they are exposed to the true horrors of the Eternal War.
Fears: That the Spine will break and allow the Hordes to swarm across the lands behind it, but most of all he’s afraid that he’ll be powerless to stop it.
Likes: Manuscripts, that peace between sieges, children, his fellow brothers and sisters in arms, all forms of the arts, and the feeling of community.
Dislikes: The Horde, violence for violence sake, damage to art, disorder, abuse of
any kind, disloyalty, and cowards.
Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding or cooking. Levels include novice (1 pt), apprentice (2 pt), journeyman (3 pt), expert (4 pt), master (5 pt). Each character can spend 21 points & only two skills can be mastered.
- Swordsmanship (Master): Armed with sword and shield, Hodrick has stood against the Hordes of the Dark Gods for nearly 83 years and trained in their use every step of the way.
- Archery (Masterl): Surprisingly, Hodrick is a master bowman though he doesn’t fit the mould of an archer in any sense. No, he was trained in the use of the Kharak Bows, massive things that needed great strength to draw and fire accurately. The Kharak Bows were made to fire large arrows at key targets before switching to melee combat.
- Transmutation Magic (Expert): The only magic that a Reborn is able to cast thanks to the catalyst in their heads, transmutation is the act of turning an object into something else. Usually this is to change base metals into adamantine for repairs or refining oil for maintenance of gears and armor. However it is a relatively long process and is the only thing that can make a Reborn tired, plus it takes much more of a base material to create something of a higher quality. For reference it takes a ten pounds of iron to make a pound of adamantine.
- Calligraphy (Expert): A skill he picked up in his freetime, Hodrick has come to greatly enjoy the art of calligraphy and his skill with it has grown considerably over the years. While it isn’t as great as the masterpieces in Landragal, Hodrick’s dedication to his pieces and the influences of Human, Dwarf, and Elven cultures has given it a unique flair that many have come to appreciate.
- Cooking (Journeyman): The all important skill of keeping morale high, sadly decayed as he and his unit have no need for actually eating nor taste buds to taste. In his days alive Hodrick’s food was the stuff of legend to the soldiers, though anything tasted good when your usual food was a flavorless but nutritious gruel. However should he have a proper food taster Hodrick should be able to make great food once again. Slow roasted meats and stews were his speciality.
Talents & Powers
A listing of unique powers, magic, artifacts, and techniques. A maximum of four only.
- Ogres Bane: A replica of his original sword crafted out of finer metals, Ogres Bane got it’s name on Hodrick and his units fateful last stand at the Seventh Spire gates by slaying no less than seven Ogres by himself. Beyond being tougher and far more sharp than one would think, the jewel in it’s hilt glows in the presence of evil.
- Hoggar's Will: A gift from the Dwarven Lords of the Eighth, Ninth, and Tenth Spires after Hodrick gave his life defending the Seventh Spire. This shield is emblazoned with the face of the Dwarven God of Stubbornness and Wrath, Hoggar. The shield is truly indestructible and will only allow those worthy of carrying it to wield it.
- Kharak Al Kharak: The King of Kings bow, this Kharak bow was specially made for Hodrick and his Reborn strength. For ease of use it and it’s arrows have been enchanted to be summoned and banished on a whim. The bow itself is only slightly shorter than Hodrick himself and the arrows are just a foot smaller than that. The point of this weapon is to pick off important targets with a single, powerful blow. The only drawback is the small pool of arrows he has the taxing amount of energy it takes to make new ones. It is nearly impossible for normal people to draw Kharak Al Kharak
- Reborn Physiology: As a Reborn Hodrick has no need for sleep, food, water, or breath, ambient magics being the only sustenance needed. His body gives him great strength, able to draw Kharak Al Kharak like a child pulls twine, and an unlimited stamina. However, while still faster than one would expect a hulking mass of adamantine armor to act, Hodrick is still slower than most normal creatures and is nightmarishly heavy. Riding any horse would be impossible and would need to be drawn about by carriage or trailer. Lastly repairs take much time, resources, and energy to enact, leaving an exhausted and nearly delirious Hodrick in their wake.
History
Parents:Hodrick Vorhut III and Freya Vorhut-Magnusson, Lord and Lady of the Seventh Spire, Deceased
Siblings: Roland Vorhut and Florence Windollen-Vorhut, Military Advisor and High Priestess respectively, currently in their seventies
Childhood: Hodrick was born into the noble houses of the 13 Spires, the ruling military leaders of The Spine and the first and last defense of the world behind. Hodrick’s childhood was spent in preparation for his eventual ascension into Lordship of the Seventh Spire, one of three Spires ran by humans. He was trained in the arts of war since the time he could hold a sword and surrounded by tales of bravery, honor, and duty. Young Hodrick made friends with his fellow students, no separation of the common and the noble for they were to all be brothers and sisters in arms, bound together by their duty to protect The Spine.
Adulthood: Hodrick’s adult years began at 12 years of age, his duty on the wall being to fetch arms, ammunition, and other things for the soldiers, the “children” affectionately called “Fetch Rats”. However it wasn’t clean work, running about on The Walls put Hodrick face to face with the reality of battle. Spilled guts and lopped limbs and so much blood. It was his time as a Fetch Rat that earned Hodrick his first kill, an Orc ladder had gained purchase and the beasts had began their mad scramble up the wood. Yelling for reinforcements the young Hodrick took the sword of a fallen comrade and began to hack and stab at any beast that reared its head over the wall. After the fact he had nightmares for three days.
Fast forward twenty years and you see Hodrick at his prime, an aged and experienced warrior and a paragon to the men of the Seventh Spire. Renowned for not only his skill in battle but the compassion and love he has for his fellow brothers and sisters in arms. It was his his virtues on and off the field that allowed him to come back from death in what would become known as “The Great Defence of the Seventh Spire”.
The Horde had gathered at the Seventh Spire in greater numbers than had ever been recorded, attacking with an unknown ferocity that slowly allowed them to take the walls. Beginning to be pushed back with nowhere to go, Hodrick had all nonessential men and women evacuate the Seventh Spire with the message that it will have most likely fallen by the time they received it. With nothing to do but buy as much time as they could, Hodrick and his men proceeded to do just that. Using every tool at their disposal from explosives to the chokepoints of the halls they fought on. By the time reinforcements came three days later from the Eighth Spire, Hodrick was down to a dozen half alive soldiers.
With reinforcements streaming from the back, Hodrick and his soldiers lead the charge that finally cleared the Horde from the Seventh Spire. Standing there on the walls, seeing his foes flee from his Spire, Hodrick allowed himself to rest his eyes. He died standing up.
A week later Hodrick was Reborn and took up his sacred duty once again.
Special Moments:
Funny how the day he died on lies one of the most fonde in Hodrick’s life. The moment where he and his fellow brothers and sister had won the battle, seeing the Horde run with tail tucked between their legs had birthed such bride in his heart that he wept openly and lead the roar of triumph that spread across the walls at the whimpering tide of filth fleeing his Spire.
The second is of a much more innocent quality, of training young warriors to be and his younger brother before his gift for military tactics were discovered. Of sharing with them tales of honor and battle but also never hiding the truth of what their future had in store for them.
Finally, a more selfish memory, is Hodrick. Bent over a desk surrounded by flickering candlelight, pouring over a tale of comrades, of a quest, and of an unlikely hero.
Current Events: Hodrick was once again on the wall, fending off the Horde before a great beast came screaming out of the clouds. It’s roars belching out flames that scorched the walls, weakening the defence. Hodrick hit the beast dead in the eye with Kharak Al Kharak, causing the beast to fall towards his position before being ripped away from the battle and his world.
World
Climate: The Spine, a great mountain range separating the small sliver of Athel Loren from the blasted lands of the East. The Seventh Spire is one of 13 mountains on the range and the smallest in height, making it a choice target for the Horde and is frequently attacked. The Keep is built into the mountain and overlooks the East, a land blighted by scorched earth, weapons of war, and an uncountable amount of bones. The air is dry and cold in the winter, snow falling rarely. The summers are dominated by harsh sunlight and an unrelenting heat with very little wind.
Ruling(s): The 13 Spires are the ruling military commanders and noble houses ruled by its chief defenders. Five houses to the Elves, five to the Dwarves, and three houses to the Men. Every house wages war against the Hordes, defending it's mountain to the last in their own way. Each Spire is self sufficient in terms of water and food, gaining soldiers in the form of yearly Tithes from The World Behind. And true, the Houses are separate by law, in reality it is a single unified people sharing in their knowledge, cultures, and support. Only fools divide themselves.
History: In the beginning the Kingdoms of Athel Loran were massive, spanning the entire continent. In those times Man, Dwarf, and Elf squabbled amongst themselves over petty things. Then the Horde arrived, a great swarm of black blooded beasts from the east that butched their way across the continent. The Kingdom of Man fell first, the tides crashing against the too proud Kingdoms and humbling them in the blood of their people. The same fates assaulted the Dwarf and Elven kingdoms, until their backs were pressed against the wall of the Spine.
On this mountain range the three races came together, uniting in the face of extinction. Many a legendary warrior was framed in those days, beating back the Horde and securing their survival. It is here that the three kingdoms put aside their differences and came together in an effort to survive. While the lands behind the Spine where settled, the Spires were founded and reinforced. Great keeps were carved out of the stone and warriors trained in their defense, for if the Spine breaks than the world fallows.
Notes:
There are two races of people that settled the lands beyond the Spine long before the Three Kingdoms fled there. Halflings, who are made from a gentle cloth, and Gnomes, inquisitive creatures with a knack for creation, they welcomed their weary neighbors with open arms for the most part.
Magic is equal parts tangible and intangible in the world of Athel Loren. Things like Adamantine and Wyrd Wood are filled with magic, able to take on magnificent properties if you know how to fold it. It becomes intangible if you learn how to speak to the winds, the founding blocks of creation. The Elements, Light, Order, Death, and Chaos all have a wind you can commune with if you have the will to resist their temptation. Powerful, but not without their dangers.
Relations
* ? Enemy * ? Unfriendly * ? Neutral * ? Friends * ? Ally * ? Crush/Significant Other *
- Name: Description
- Name: Description
- Name: Description
- Name: Description
- Name: Description
- Name: Description
Extras (Optional)
Character Quote: “Hold! Let them taste our resolve.”
Theme Song: Iron - Woodkid
Aura Color: Bright, a beacon of golden light that only grows brighter in the heat of battle.
Scent: Smells of old oil and metal.
Anything Else: Hodrick's voice is deep, powerful, and commanding yet very soft outside of combat. Not unlike a wise grandfather telling stories of his youth.
Hodrick Vorhut
Character Summary
Name: Hodrick Vorhut IV
Aliases: The Adamantine Lord
Titles: Lord of the Seventh Spire
Age: 102
Place of Origin: Athel Loren
Gender: Male
Physical Attributes
Build:7’0- Stoic and Unyielding
Eyes: Empty sockets
Hair: None
Skin Tone: None. His bones carry a distinct, if tarnished, metallic sheen not unlike aged brass.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: His armor has small cuts and dents scattered across it’s surface, showing age and experience were wrinkles and aches would have been.
Day To Day Attire: As one of the Reborn Hodrick cannot leave the confines of his armor, his metal encased bones having fused with the heavy plates of Adamantine that make up his armor. However small bits can be removed like the pauldrons, chainskirt, and helmet. The skull has been etched with dwarven runes, telling of his achievements and glorious deeds. There is a single, small gem the color of amber set in his forehead. Should he need to go somewhere where finery is needed Hodrick will take the time to thoroughly clean and polish his armor to a golden gleam.
Strengths: Resolute, Honorable, Strong
Weaknesses: Weak to the plight of the defenceless and critical of those who do not show his definition of honor
Psychological Attributes
Stoic * Determined * Compassionate * Dutiful
Sexuality: Sex was never something that interested Hodrick, only ever participating in hopes of creating strong children. However he has been in love before.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Hodrick is a man of gleeful contradictions. In combat he is a load, commanding figure. Barking out orders and yelling out encouragement to his comrades. However when things become dire and tense he is as quiet as the stone, his unyielding presence in the face of his enemies speaking so much more than a voice ever could. He is the first to enter the fray and always the last to leave, the lives of his brothers and sisters in arms meaning more to him than his very own, a sentiment shared with each and every one of them. This is perhaps one of his greatest faults as, inevitable as it is, should a comrade die he takes it as a personal attack. Their deaths cutting deeper than any knife.
Hodrick is deeply compassionate, quietly weeping in times of great sorrow, joy, or triumph. A trait that he has passed on to his comrades, for they are all his family. In spite of this, Hodrick knows that to let such things control him would bring ruin upon the Seventh Spire. He mourns, he fights, he triumphs, and he moves on. The names of the fallen never forgotten, but never in the way.
To children he is a hero, a great metal man who shows them how to fight, to trust in their fellows, and to watch out for one another. In a way all of his brother and sister in arms are Hodrick's children, as he has overwatched their development into soldiers since the day they arrived at the Seventh Spire. A fact that is compounded at the great feasts when he declares their deeds with a father's pride.
Habits: Rubs a large gold medallion when anxious, any distinguishing features long since rubbed away. Has a habit of using his hands in place of facial expressions as, well… he doesn’t have a face, a reassuring hand on one's shoulder is common.
Hobbies: In the times he is away from battle and not training, Hodrick likes to read. Over his long life he’s consumed a great deal of knowledge about magical theory and practice, though his status as a Reborn make actually casting magic impossible. Beyond this he has taken it upon himself to help train the young ones as much as he can before they are exposed to the true horrors of the Eternal War.
Fears: That the Spine will break and allow the Hordes to swarm across the lands behind it, but most of all he’s afraid that he’ll be powerless to stop it.
Likes: Manuscripts, that peace between sieges, children, his fellow brothers and sisters in arms, all forms of the arts, and the feeling of community.
Dislikes: The Horde, violence for violence sake, damage to art, disorder, abuse of
any kind, disloyalty, and cowards.
Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding or cooking. Levels include novice (1 pt), apprentice (2 pt), journeyman (3 pt), expert (4 pt), master (5 pt). Each character can spend 21 points & only two skills can be mastered.
- Swordsmanship (Master): Armed with sword and shield, Hodrick has stood against the Hordes of the Dark Gods for nearly 83 years and trained in their use every step of the way.
- Archery (Masterl): Surprisingly, Hodrick is a master bowman though he doesn’t fit the mould of an archer in any sense. No, he was trained in the use of the Kharak Bows, massive things that needed great strength to draw and fire accurately. The Kharak Bows were made to fire large arrows at key targets before switching to melee combat.
- Transmutation Magic (Expert): The only magic that a Reborn is able to cast thanks to the catalyst in their heads, transmutation is the act of turning an object into something else. Usually this is to change base metals into adamantine for repairs or refining oil for maintenance of gears and armor. However it is a relatively long process and is the only thing that can make a Reborn tired, plus it takes much more of a base material to create something of a higher quality. For reference it takes a ten pounds of iron to make a pound of adamantine.
- Calligraphy (Expert): A skill he picked up in his freetime, Hodrick has come to greatly enjoy the art of calligraphy and his skill with it has grown considerably over the years. While it isn’t as great as the masterpieces in Landragal, Hodrick’s dedication to his pieces and the influences of Human, Dwarf, and Elven cultures has given it a unique flair that many have come to appreciate.
- Cooking (Journeyman): The all important skill of keeping morale high, sadly decayed as he and his unit have no need for actually eating nor taste buds to taste. In his days alive Hodrick’s food was the stuff of legend to the soldiers, though anything tasted good when your usual food was a flavorless but nutritious gruel. However should he have a proper food taster Hodrick should be able to make great food once again. Slow roasted meats and stews were his speciality.
Talents & Powers
A listing of unique powers, magic, artifacts, and techniques. A maximum of four only.
- Ogres Bane: A replica of his original sword crafted out of finer metals, Ogres Bane got it’s name on Hodrick and his units fateful last stand at the Seventh Spire gates by slaying no less than seven Ogres by himself. Beyond being tougher and far more sharp than one would think, the jewel in it’s hilt glows in the presence of evil.
- Hoggar's Will: A gift from the Dwarven Lords of the Eighth, Ninth, and Tenth Spires after Hodrick gave his life defending the Seventh Spire. This shield is emblazoned with the face of the Dwarven God of Stubbornness and Wrath, Hoggar. The shield is truly indestructible and will only allow those worthy of carrying it to wield it.
- Kharak Al Kharak: The King of Kings bow, this Kharak bow was specially made for Hodrick and his Reborn strength. For ease of use it and it’s arrows have been enchanted to be summoned and banished on a whim. The bow itself is only slightly shorter than Hodrick himself and the arrows are just a foot smaller than that. The point of this weapon is to pick off important targets with a single, powerful blow. The only drawback is the small pool of arrows he has the taxing amount of energy it takes to make new ones. It is nearly impossible for normal people to draw Kharak Al Kharak
- Reborn Physiology: As a Reborn Hodrick has no need for sleep, food, water, or breath, ambient magics being the only sustenance needed. His body gives him great strength, able to draw Kharak Al Kharak like a child pulls twine, and an unlimited stamina. However, while still faster than one would expect a hulking mass of adamantine armor to act, Hodrick is still slower than most normal creatures and is nightmarishly heavy. Riding any horse would be impossible and would need to be drawn about by carriage or trailer. Lastly repairs take much time, resources, and energy to enact, leaving an exhausted and nearly delirious Hodrick in their wake.
History
Parents:Hodrick Vorhut III and Freya Vorhut-Magnusson, Lord and Lady of the Seventh Spire, Deceased
Siblings: Roland Vorhut and Florence Windollen-Vorhut, Military Advisor and High Priestess respectively, currently in their seventies
Childhood: Hodrick was born into the noble houses of the 13 Spires, the ruling military leaders of The Spine and the first and last defense of the world behind. Hodrick’s childhood was spent in preparation for his eventual ascension into Lordship of the Seventh Spire, one of three Spires ran by humans. He was trained in the arts of war since the time he could hold a sword and surrounded by tales of bravery, honor, and duty. Young Hodrick made friends with his fellow students, no separation of the common and the noble for they were to all be brothers and sisters in arms, bound together by their duty to protect The Spine.
Adulthood: Hodrick’s adult years began at 12 years of age, his duty on the wall being to fetch arms, ammunition, and other things for the soldiers, the “children” affectionately called “Fetch Rats”. However it wasn’t clean work, running about on The Walls put Hodrick face to face with the reality of battle. Spilled guts and lopped limbs and so much blood. It was his time as a Fetch Rat that earned Hodrick his first kill, an Orc ladder had gained purchase and the beasts had began their mad scramble up the wood. Yelling for reinforcements the young Hodrick took the sword of a fallen comrade and began to hack and stab at any beast that reared its head over the wall. After the fact he had nightmares for three days.
Fast forward twenty years and you see Hodrick at his prime, an aged and experienced warrior and a paragon to the men of the Seventh Spire. Renowned for not only his skill in battle but the compassion and love he has for his fellow brothers and sisters in arms. It was his his virtues on and off the field that allowed him to come back from death in what would become known as “The Great Defence of the Seventh Spire”.
The Horde had gathered at the Seventh Spire in greater numbers than had ever been recorded, attacking with an unknown ferocity that slowly allowed them to take the walls. Beginning to be pushed back with nowhere to go, Hodrick had all nonessential men and women evacuate the Seventh Spire with the message that it will have most likely fallen by the time they received it. With nothing to do but buy as much time as they could, Hodrick and his men proceeded to do just that. Using every tool at their disposal from explosives to the chokepoints of the halls they fought on. By the time reinforcements came three days later from the Eighth Spire, Hodrick was down to a dozen half alive soldiers.
With reinforcements streaming from the back, Hodrick and his soldiers lead the charge that finally cleared the Horde from the Seventh Spire. Standing there on the walls, seeing his foes flee from his Spire, Hodrick allowed himself to rest his eyes. He died standing up.
A week later Hodrick was Reborn and took up his sacred duty once again.
Special Moments:
Funny how the day he died on lies one of the most fonde in Hodrick’s life. The moment where he and his fellow brothers and sister had won the battle, seeing the Horde run with tail tucked between their legs had birthed such bride in his heart that he wept openly and lead the roar of triumph that spread across the walls at the whimpering tide of filth fleeing his Spire.
The second is of a much more innocent quality, of training young warriors to be and his younger brother before his gift for military tactics were discovered. Of sharing with them tales of honor and battle but also never hiding the truth of what their future had in store for them.
Finally, a more selfish memory, is Hodrick. Bent over a desk surrounded by flickering candlelight, pouring over a tale of comrades, of a quest, and of an unlikely hero.
Current Events: Hodrick was once again on the wall, fending off the Horde before a great beast came screaming out of the clouds. It’s roars belching out flames that scorched the walls, weakening the defence. Hodrick hit the beast dead in the eye with Kharak Al Kharak, causing the beast to fall towards his position before being ripped away from the battle and his world.
World
Climate: The Spine, a great mountain range separating the small sliver of Athel Loren from the blasted lands of the East. The Seventh Spire is one of 13 mountains on the range and the smallest in height, making it a choice target for the Horde and is frequently attacked. The Keep is built into the mountain and overlooks the East, a land blighted by scorched earth, weapons of war, and an uncountable amount of bones. The air is dry and cold in the winter, snow falling rarely. The summers are dominated by harsh sunlight and an unrelenting heat with very little wind.
Ruling(s): The 13 Spires are the ruling military commanders and noble houses ruled by its chief defenders. Five houses to the Elves, five to the Dwarves, and three houses to the Men. Every house wages war against the Hordes, defending it's mountain to the last in their own way. Each Spire is self sufficient in terms of water and food, gaining soldiers in the form of yearly Tithes from The World Behind. And true, the Houses are separate by law, in reality it is a single unified people sharing in their knowledge, cultures, and support. Only fools divide themselves.
History: In the beginning the Kingdoms of Athel Loran were massive, spanning the entire continent. In those times Man, Dwarf, and Elf squabbled amongst themselves over petty things. Then the Horde arrived, a great swarm of black blooded beasts from the east that butched their way across the continent. The Kingdom of Man fell first, the tides crashing against the too proud Kingdoms and humbling them in the blood of their people. The same fates assaulted the Dwarf and Elven kingdoms, until their backs were pressed against the wall of the Spine.
On this mountain range the three races came together, uniting in the face of extinction. Many a legendary warrior was framed in those days, beating back the Horde and securing their survival. It is here that the three kingdoms put aside their differences and came together in an effort to survive. While the lands behind the Spine where settled, the Spires were founded and reinforced. Great keeps were carved out of the stone and warriors trained in their defense, for if the Spine breaks than the world fallows.
Notes:
There are two races of people that settled the lands beyond the Spine long before the Three Kingdoms fled there. Halflings, who are made from a gentle cloth, and Gnomes, inquisitive creatures with a knack for creation, they welcomed their weary neighbors with open arms for the most part.
Magic is equal parts tangible and intangible in the world of Athel Loren. Things like Adamantine and Wyrd Wood are filled with magic, able to take on magnificent properties if you know how to fold it. It becomes intangible if you learn how to speak to the winds, the founding blocks of creation. The Elements, Light, Order, Death, and Chaos all have a wind you can commune with if you have the will to resist their temptation. Powerful, but not without their dangers.
Relations
* ? Enemy * ? Unfriendly * ? Neutral * ? Friends * ? Ally * ? Crush/Significant Other *
- Name: Description
- Name: Description
- Name: Description
- Name: Description
- Name: Description
- Name: Description
Extras (Optional)
Character Quote: “Hold! Let them taste our resolve.”
Theme Song: Iron - Woodkid
Aura Color: Bright, a beacon of golden light that only grows brighter in the heat of battle.
Scent: Smells of old oil and metal.
Anything Else: Hodrick's voice is deep, powerful, and commanding yet very soft outside of combat. Not unlike a wise grandfather telling stories of his youth.
Man, I got so many things I need to elaborate on for my CS to make sense. So much background info, so little time.
@Lyla
Something I need clarification on, what exactly is the nature of our summons? Like, are we forewarned that we will be teleported out of our world or is it a "Boop, you're here now." type of deal?
Something I need clarification on, what exactly is the nature of our summons? Like, are we forewarned that we will be teleported out of our world or is it a "Boop, you're here now." type of deal?
@Lyla
He's a good guy, so is most of the Necromancers in his world. I'll explain it all in the CS.
He's a good guy, so is most of the Necromancers in his world. I'll explain it all in the CS.
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