PrankFox

Windfall: A Character Driven Fantasy

Either works for me. I've only done casual since joining the guild, but I can certainly do advanced

Windfall: A Character Driven Fantasy

Interested as well

The Rise of WillowClan

Duskwing placed the snake and vole onto the fresh kill pile, she felt a small flash of pride at the amount of prey they were able to collect, especially during leafbare. She turned and headed towards the medicine den to check on both Sunfur and Moosepaw. Sticking her head through the entrance she saw the two other members of her patrol as well as Blackpelt. "Everything alright? The injuries weren't too severe I hope," she meowed while looking around the medicine den. She never really could get a grasp on what all of those plants were used for, but Blackpelt seemed to have little trouble remembering what he needed. She turned her attention towards Moosepaw "How's the paw? Think you'll be ready for battle training soon?" looking towards the leaves that were wrapped around the swollen paw. "Good work bringing the prey back as well."

The Consortium

Kaladan Myrathis

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Kaladin Myrathis

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Character Summary

Name: Kaladan Myrathis
Aliases: Bonebreaker
Age: 28
Species: Dragonborn
Gender: Male
Occupation/position: Fighter/Master Gunner
Alignment: Chaotic Good

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Appearance

Height:6'8"
Build: Lean muscle with a slightly more slender build than most dragonborn
Eyes: Orange-gold
Hair: No hair
Skin Tone: Jet black scales
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Swirling red tattoos that run all across his arms and chest. Major scar on his chest and other smaller ones littered across his body.
Personal Style: Personal style is mostly well tailored leather's that show off a good majority of his well built physique and intricate tattoos. He doesn't wear anything that is overly flashy or bright, he prefers to keep either the element of surprise or intimidation factor at the forefront by wearing darker colors.

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Personality:

Observant * Loyal * Blunt * Level-Headed * Stubborn * Quick-Witted

Relationship Status:Single
Questionnaire:

What first impression do you make?
A good one hopefully. I want to show that I'm the right guy for the job and that no one is going to regret putting their faith in me to watch their back. The last thing I'd ever do is betray the person I've given my blade to, so honesty is the best policy in my book.

What are you like in a high stress situation?
I like to think I can keep a level head most of the time; though some people say I'm more bull-headed. I didn't stay alive this long by panicking or blundering blindly into things. Now to say I never got into trouble at any point because of something stupid happening in a stressful situation would be a bit of a stretch, but I swear it only happened one...maybe four times, and I still came out on top.

What are your best and worst qualities?
Best quality I'd have to say would be my sense of loyalty to the people I decide are worth it. If I decide I'm on your side that is where I will firmly stay unless someone gives me a hell of a reason to change my mind. Worst quality, I don't hold anything back when it comes to opinions or fights. Those two things kind of go hand in hand, can't count the number of times I've gotten my hands dirty because someone couldn't handle a little criticism.

What is something about yourself that you would never admit to anyone?
I've got a deep set fear of losing the people I trust. I may put on a front of arrogant nonchalance, but it's difficult not to hope that people won't continue to leave.

What are your dreams?
The big one is to find someplace I can truly belong with a group of people who take the time to get to know me for who I am: an actually living being, not just a sword to be swung at whatever you hate. Getting rich while doing that couldn't hurt either.

How do you want to be seen by others?
I suppose as someone who isn't to be trifled with lightly. If I was born to look at least somewhat intimidating why not fully embrace that. I'd like to think that someone would take one look at me and decide they definitely did not want to get on my bad side.

How do you see yourself?
I know I can be boiled down to the bare essentials: hard-headed, reliable, good at swinging a sword and running the guns. It's difficult to see myself as much more than what the kind of life as a sword for hire and shipmate has made me, and in the long run I know I'm not super likely to get free of that image of myself anytime soon. It isn't the worst way to see myself though.

Do you tend to make snap judgements, or stop and think about things?
When it comes to shooting off the guns snap judgments in ordering the crew tend to be the way to go as those seconds can often be the thin line between life and death. I can sit down and think about things if the situation really requires it, but those kinds of decisions are usually on the captain's end of things.

What haunts you?
Everyone in the world has things they wish they hadn't done. I've killed quite a few people in my time, both personally and impersonally, it's just a hazard of the job. At least that's what I like to tell myself, but it does start to weigh on your conscience the more the kill count goes up. I don't necessarily regret what I did, but sometimes I do think about how my life might've been like if I hadn't taken up a job that involves to much death and destruction. Thinking about keeps the demons quieter.

What is your philosophy on life?
If there's a sword in your hand, fight with it, there isn't time to be cowardly in the game of life.

Habits:

• Flips coins between his fingers
• Hums shanties under his breath

Hobbies:

• Practicing swordplay
• Playing cards
• Playing violin(not many people know that one)

Fears:

• Betrayal
• Heights

Likes:

• Playing cards
• Hanging out with the crew
• Freedom
• Time to relax

Dislikes:

• Cold weather
• Incompetence
• Rodents

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Information:

General Skills:

• Observation
• Has a good memory
• Singing(doesn't do it super often)
• Fairly knowledgeable about plants and animals
• Intimidation tactics

Magical/Speciality Skills:

• Competent with most weaponry-favors dual scimitars or some long-range options
• Has some magical talent, mostly with evocation and abjuration spells
• Woodcarving
• Acid breath

Inventory:

• Armor
• Swords
• Rope
• Map
• Rations/Water
• Regular traveler's clothes
• A dagger-just in case and for carving

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History:

Summary:
Kaladan was born on Ecrin to a miner and a mercenary/bounty hunter. In his mind growing up in the inhospitable wasteland that was a desert planet was the worst thing that could've possibly happened. Other than being born on an ice planet or something. His father worked the mines, collecting the rare gemstones and minerals that ran in the rock below the surface. All the while growing more and more ill due to the harsh heat, and mineral exposure. His mother was frequently off planet, doing various jobs for anyone who needed some hired muscle or something guarded. His father worked long hours and with his mother gone Kaladan spent much of his childhood by himself, or with the few other kids whose families made their home in the desert. All the while taking care of his ailing father. Anytime his mother would come back she would bring stories of the other planets in their system and the wide expanse of unexplored space, and like many kids, all he wanted to do was explore that unknown world.

Once he got a little bit older his mother began to teach him the art of swordplay. He took to it quickly and getting to do something with his mother, who he saw so rarely, gave him more joy than he could've dreamed. Now when she would return she brought new stories and new tricks for him to learn. They practiced out in the sands, usually at dusk and into the night, while his father watched from inside the house. When his father had time, he would teach Kaladan the more crafty things that he enjoyed, music and woodcarving mostly, which gave him just as much joy as learning from his mother.

A few years before Kaladan reached adulthood his father's illness finally claimed him; in the dead of night while his mother was off world. He was supposed to be awake making sure his father could breath properly throughout the night, but he fell asleep and his father died. Deep down he knew it wasn't his fault, but it is still something he ponders the "what ifs" of to this day. When his mother returned, she brought her usual stories and tricks, but she also decided that it was time for him to leave with her. Without her husband there to tether her to Ecrin she saw no point in staying. So, Kaladan joined the mercenary business with his mother, travelling the planets in order to make money and stay alive. The work was hard, and he always looked for ways to improve his abilities, both with weapons and the arcane arts, after he discovered an affinity for them when working a guard job for a wizard. He's not perfect at it, but he takes pride in being able to do just a little bit more.

After many years of working with his mother the job finally got to her. They were told it was a routine guard post on a shipment for some committee member on Venzon, but the job was rigged from the get go by some of his mother's competitors in the business. They waited until the ship far enough away that they couldn't call for help before attacking and attempting to "steal" the shipment. It was just Kaladan and his mother, and they never stood a chance. He watched his mother get run through before taking a blast of fire to the chest. The competition took him with them and he was forced to work for them for a short time, where he picked up his skills as a gunner, before he made a break for it, killing their leader in the process.

He continued on with his mercenary work before finally coming to join The Consortium. Freedom means a great deal to him, as does loyalty and companionship, and with them he feels he may finally be able to fulfill his childhood dream of seeing far off worlds.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Loyalty and respect goes both ways. If they don't return it, they don't deserve it"
Anything Else: Not at the moment

The Rise of WillowClan

Duskwing came to a stop as Spidernose ran up to her, "Great Starclan! Get him back to camp as quickly as possible, a snake is nothing to trifle with." She glanced back towards Maplestream and the border patrol quickly before looking back towards Spidernose, "I sent Moosepaw ahead with the rest of the prey we caught, he twisted his paw while we were catching a rabbit, so that's already been taken care of." She looked in the direction the other she-cat had indicated both Sunfur and the prey was, "I'll grab the prey and then meet you back at camp." She bounded off with Spidernose concern prickling across her pelt, if the snake was venomous Sunfur might not have much time. She shook her head, quickly banishing those thoughts, and made her way to collect the snake and vole.

The Rise of WillowClan

As Brambletail slashed the fox's neck Duskwing pulled farther back away from it, fur bristling, waiting for whatever it decided to do. Even a creature as dense as this fox seemed to be should be able to tell that it is completely outmatched. The fox swung it's head around towards each cat, lips pulled back to reveal it's pointed teeth before it finally turned tail and ran back into the bushes, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. Duskwing took a moment to force her fur to lie flat, looking over each of her clanmates to make sure none of them were badly injured. Some blood matted Stormheart's chest but it appeared that his thick fur mostly protected him. Just to be sure, "Is everyone alright?" she meowed keeping her ears sharp for anything else that might be in the bushes. "We should probably get back to camp, I doubt much prey will still be in the area after all that noise." She knew Moosepaw should be back at camp already getting his paw looked at, so that just left Sunfur and Spidernose out by the stream. I should go find them and make sure they didn't get attacked by anything like the border patrol did. She turned and padded into the trees in the direction of the stream hoping to see the familiar shapes of the rest of her patrol.

Stormheart let out a sign of relief as the fox turned tail and ran before sitting down in the snow and licking at the shallow scratches on his chest. They aren't deep thankfully, it should be fine. He looked up at Duskwing's question, "I'm fine, just a couple scratches," he meowed softly and nodded as she suggested going back to camp, "that's a good idea." As she walked into the forest to find the rest of her patrol he glanced towards Maplestream "Thanks for coming so quickly," he shuffled his paws slightly in the snow, "I don't think just the three of us could've driven it off." Now that the fight was over he could feel the cold, and his nerves, starting to seep back into his fur, he was just thankful that no one else got hurt. They were lucky that so many of their clanmates were out, or else they would've had to try and fight it off while Hawkpaw went for help at camp. "That was a pretty bold move, jumping onto the fox's back like that." He meowed as he pushed himself back onto his paws and prepared for the walk back to camp.

The Rise of WillowClan

Duskwing caught up to where Moosepaw had the rabbit panting slightly from the run. Her ears pricked up as she heard the same faint yowl from deeper into the woods, concern prickling across her pelt. Glancing down at Moosepaw and the rabbit she winced sympathetically as he put his paw onto the ground. "Go ahead and head back to camp with as much of the prey as you can and have Blackpelt look at that paw. If something is wrong I don't want you getting even more hurt." She didn't want to leave him alone to take all of the prey back to camp, but the bad feeling he mentioned made her nervous. She gave Moosepaw a last once over before darting off into the forest towards the sound of the yowl.

As Duskwing got deeper into the forest, somewhat closer to the stream, she could hear what sounded like fighting. Bursting through the trees she tensed as she saw several of her clanmates going toe to toe with a large fox. As the fox whipped around to face Maplestream she took the opportunity to leap forward and clamp her jaws around one of it's back legs, pulling back sharply its leg slipped out from under it on the snow, but she had to let go quickly as it's jaws whipped around to snap at her. She looked quickly around at the others, relieved that none of them seem badly injured. Fighting isn't what I'm best at, but I can't let them get hurt

Stormheart felt a strong jolt of relief as Maplestream jumped from the trees onto the fox's back. With her here they had more of a chance to chase the brute off. Heeding her advice he let out another loud yowl before jumping forward back into the fight as the fox turned more of it's attention to Maplestream. As he saw the slender form of Duskwing dart into the fray, yanking the fox off balance, he sent a quick thanks to Starclan for his clanmates quick response. He sprang forward and raked his claws down the fox's flank, catching its thick fur in his claws. One of its clawed feet struck out catching him across the chest, and sending him tumbling back across the snow. He hissed in pain as he pushed himself back up shaking drops of blood into the snow.

Stormheart could see the panic beginning to seep into the fox's gaze as more of his clanmates ran into the clearing. "It's getting panicked, be careful!" he called out watching as its movements became more frantic and unpredictable. He glanced around quickly at the other bristling cats around him, Starclan please keep us safe, as he jumped forward catching his claws into it's leg causing it to whip away from Maplestream on its other side leaving it vulnerable.

The Rise of WillowClan

Duskwing followed Moosepaw out into the field, fluffing her fur up slightly against the wind chill. "I agree. We should have enough, at least for now, and padding the dens is just as important." Padding a little further out, next to Moosepaw, she scented the air trying to pinpoint exactly where the rabbit may be. The sunlight that was now spilling through the breaking clouds lit the field in startling brightness, and allowing her to see farther across it to see the small, hunched shape of the rabbit digging in the snow. "I'll head around behind it and startle it into a run towards you, if we're lucky it'll run right into your claws."

Crouching down into a hunter's stance Duskwing crept deeper into the field, keeping her jaws slightly parted and her ears pricked in case the rabbit saw her before she could get close. Taking her time to swing wide around her prey, freezing for a moment as it raised its head, nose twitching before returning to scrabbling at the snow packed ground. Thank Starclan it didn't run yet...eyes bright, and excitement thrumming through her paws as she finally crept all the way around before leaping towards it with a loud yowl. As the rabbit startled and began to run she chased after it, keeping close on its fluffy tail, and driving towards where Moosepaw waited crouched in the snow.

Stormheart glanced towards Hawkpaw, concern for the young apprentice warring with his desire to drive the fox out of their territory. Depending on the size of the beast and how desperate it is, just the three of us might not be enough to win. Keeping one eye in the direction of the scent, "Of course we'll drive it out. We can't leave a fox wandering freely here," he turned back towards the thick clumps of brambles and bushes where the scent was strongest, "But if Brambletail or I tell you to run and get help you need to do that as quickly as possible Hawkpaw." The normal nerves he felt slipping away as the threat to his clan filled his mind.

The fox didn't give Stormheart any more time to decide what to do as it came leaping from the bushes, sharp teeth flashing in the just emerging sunlight. Thick reddish fur coated thick with snow shook as it landed on the ground in front of him. Leaping forward with an angry yowl, claws extended, he slashed at its pointed muzzle leaving a score of bleeding slashes behind. Leaping back just as its jaws snapped shut just in front of his nose, he glanced towards Brambletail and Hawkpaw, as they both leapt into the fray.

The Rise of WillowClan

Duskwing glanced towards Moosepaw as he suggested climbing the trees to catch birds; looking up towards the leafless boughs then back down at him. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to try, just be careful, the last thing we need is a broken bone in leafbare." A brief feeling of discomfort slipped through her as she though of falling from one of the high branches. At his mention of a rabbit she carefully scented the air hoping to pick up the trail of such a fast creature. Picking up the trail, it lead in the direction of the more open meadows of their territory and was slightly stale, "Catching a rabbit would go a long way, but they can be difficult to catch, so doing it together would be best." As he caught another mouse and turned back she began to trot towards the edge of the trees but came to a stop before stepping fully onto the open field, "It'll be much colder without the trees to protect us from the wind," she could see Moosepaw, even with his thick fur, was starting to get more chilled, "We could try to catch it or try our luck in the trees," she mewed, leaving the final decision up to him. This'll be a good decision for him to make on his own

Stormheart nodded at Brambletail's response and made sure to keep his attention outwards, trying to quell the nerves that he felt by giving his full attention on the surrounding woods. Leading the patrol by the stream he could hear the faint voices of a few of their clanmates somewhere nearby. Probably members of the hunting patrol that was sent out, hopefully they're having some luck He didn't envy the hunting patrol, trying to catch something in this weather certainly wasn't easy, but the clan needed food. Stopping for a brief moment to scent the air, every muscle in his body tensed as the pungent smell of fox hit the roof of his mouth. Whipping his head to the side, yellow eyes peeled for any glimpse of a pointed snout, "A fox has been here recently," he said towards the deputy and Hawkpaw, "If it's as hungry as we are it'll be dangerous." He could feel the prickling of a possible threat across his fur, but didn't want to leap blindly into anything.

The Rise of WillowClan

Duskwing gave a warm purr of approval at Moosepaw's catch, "Well done, I can tell you've been working hard." She padded over and flicked his flank with her tail, "Just remember to keep your weight evenly distributed on all four paws," she crouched down smoothly into a hunter's stance to show him where exactly to position his paws under him before creeping forward slowly across the snow, each step carefully placed to minimize any kind of noise. As she did she heard the sound of small, scuffling paws under the roots of a tree a couple tail lengths away. Her ears pricked forward, she gave a glance towards Moosepaw, nodding in the direction of the tree, before slipping around downwind to make sure it wasn't startled by her scent. Noticing a young squirrel digging under the roots, she slowed slightly before, in a swift bound forward, she caught the squirrel between her claws and snuffed it's life quickly. Thank Starclan for small mercies

Making her way back towards Moosepaw, she dropped the squirrel and scraped snow over it to collect later, glancing across towards Spidernose at her suggestion and giving a nod. "Good idea, Sunfur mentioned going towards the stream, you can meet up with him there and see what you can catch." She glanced down at her apprentice, "Moosepaw and I will head in the other direction." Flicking her tail towards him, "Go ahead and bury that mouse, we'll pick it up on the way back to camp," she meowed before trotting further into the trees in the opposite direction of the stream, keeping her ears pricked for the sounds of any prey hiding in the roots or bushes.