I'm gonna pipe in, being a martial artist and someone who has trained with weapons. It is literally impossible for him to have that many weapons, let alone run and jump with them. Strength aside, that much weight on his back for who knows how many hours a day would destroy his back, especially with the added weight of his armor. And I don't just mean muscles, those can be trained. I mean bones, tendons, nerves, etc. There wouldn't even be enough space for them on his back, the sheaths would get caught and tangled on one another.
Not even going into the fact that at only thirty, taking in to account the time he must have spent in the forge learning his craft, he wouldn't have the time to have learned even the basics for each weapon. Because despite the fact that most are swords, every one is used differently.
Not trying to pick on you or anything. Just stating my professional opinion.
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Um, I'll be going through every bio individually shortly, but there's a couple things I spotted that I'll quickly address."Tank" is a bit too video game-y for what I intended for the "Class" field, and there IS a Japan-analogue in this world but you'd have to explain why they're in the Medieval Europ place and also pick a more fitting appearance.I'll be addressing bios individually shortly.
But....But....My character IS a tank.
Nah its cool, I changed it to sound better. I think.
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Alright here's my tank! Man she's going to be fun to play.
Name: Nalia Frostwing
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Guardian
Appearance:
Nalia is a pretty enough woman. With wild blonde hair and silver eyes she certainly catches people's attention. She keeps her hair in a, as neat as its going to get, pony tail, while her bangs frame her face. At five foot ten she's rather tall for a woman, and for some men, and she weighs about 146lbs of pure muscle. She has a thin, graceful body with long limbs and fingers. She has enough curves to make her popular and a flat toned tummy. Her breasts are large, larger than she would have liked them to be. She wears a white full body suit, on top of which is a few select pieces of shiny, silver, well taken care of armor. Including thigh guards, boots that go up to her knees, shoulder pads, and forearm guards. And of course, she wears a white half cape.
Personality: Nalia is a strong independent woman who don't need no man, and isn't really looking for one. Protective by nature and just about stubborn enough to out stubborn a dwarf. Calm enough to keep her cool in almost any situation, and keeps her emotions to herself. Giving her the appearance of a serious, level headed woman. Which she is. She's serious to the point of not knowing how to have fun, and her sense of humor is almost non-existent, side effects of being forced to grow up too quickly. Intelligent but not genius level, she knows her way around the battlefield but not much else. Loyal if you can manage to earn her trust, but that is a very hard thing to do. On top of being very untrusting, she's a bit antisocial. Okay really antisocial. She'll tolerate people, but she really isn't here to make friends. Give her some time and she'll warm up to you, but don't expect her to be chatting up a storm in between battles. Modest and the tiniest bit shy, she hates the parts of her body that draw attention. Mainly her height, odd colored eyes, and large breasts.
Brief Backstory: To be revealed in the RP.
Equipment: Nalia always carried her claymore with her, a beautiful, obviously well taken care of, two handed weapon that she wields like its a hand and half sword. Its made of high quality, tempered steel, just like her armor. She has a pack with her that contains a full water skin, flint, a whet stone, a packet of dried meat, a small money purse, a bedroll, a thick heavy wool cloak that doubles as a blanket if needed, and a small, silver, flask with elaborate designs on it that is always full of some strong alcohol or the other. Its mainly used for disinfecting wounds and not its intended purpose.
Abilities: Nalia is strong, for a woman, for a man, for anybody. Its the reason she can swing around a claymore like its nothing, one handed. She's incredibly good at protecting people and taking hits. She knows how to survive off the land and how not to die in really, really stupid ways. Her mistrust and instincts can help her decide whether someone can be trusted or not. She's good at reading people, moods, and situations. She can keep calm and think clearly in nearly any situation. She's a surprisingly good climber, and as light footed as one can get when wielding a large sword and wearing armor. She's an absolutely terrible cook and when alone thrives off of foods that keep for long periods of time, such as hard tack and dried meats, so she'll eat just about anything as long as it won't kill her.
Name: Nalia Frostwing
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Guardian
Appearance:
Nalia is a pretty enough woman. With wild blonde hair and silver eyes she certainly catches people's attention. She keeps her hair in a, as neat as its going to get, pony tail, while her bangs frame her face. At five foot ten she's rather tall for a woman, and for some men, and she weighs about 146lbs of pure muscle. She has a thin, graceful body with long limbs and fingers. She has enough curves to make her popular and a flat toned tummy. Her breasts are large, larger than she would have liked them to be. She wears a white full body suit, on top of which is a few select pieces of shiny, silver, well taken care of armor. Including thigh guards, boots that go up to her knees, shoulder pads, and forearm guards. And of course, she wears a white half cape.
Personality: Nalia is a strong independent woman who don't need no man, and isn't really looking for one. Protective by nature and just about stubborn enough to out stubborn a dwarf. Calm enough to keep her cool in almost any situation, and keeps her emotions to herself. Giving her the appearance of a serious, level headed woman. Which she is. She's serious to the point of not knowing how to have fun, and her sense of humor is almost non-existent, side effects of being forced to grow up too quickly. Intelligent but not genius level, she knows her way around the battlefield but not much else. Loyal if you can manage to earn her trust, but that is a very hard thing to do. On top of being very untrusting, she's a bit antisocial. Okay really antisocial. She'll tolerate people, but she really isn't here to make friends. Give her some time and she'll warm up to you, but don't expect her to be chatting up a storm in between battles. Modest and the tiniest bit shy, she hates the parts of her body that draw attention. Mainly her height, odd colored eyes, and large breasts.
Brief Backstory: To be revealed in the RP.
Equipment: Nalia always carried her claymore with her, a beautiful, obviously well taken care of, two handed weapon that she wields like its a hand and half sword. Its made of high quality, tempered steel, just like her armor. She has a pack with her that contains a full water skin, flint, a whet stone, a packet of dried meat, a small money purse, a bedroll, a thick heavy wool cloak that doubles as a blanket if needed, and a small, silver, flask with elaborate designs on it that is always full of some strong alcohol or the other. Its mainly used for disinfecting wounds and not its intended purpose.
Abilities: Nalia is strong, for a woman, for a man, for anybody. Its the reason she can swing around a claymore like its nothing, one handed. She's incredibly good at protecting people and taking hits. She knows how to survive off the land and how not to die in really, really stupid ways. Her mistrust and instincts can help her decide whether someone can be trusted or not. She's good at reading people, moods, and situations. She can keep calm and think clearly in nearly any situation. She's a surprisingly good climber, and as light footed as one can get when wielding a large sword and wearing armor. She's an absolutely terrible cook and when alone thrives off of foods that keep for long periods of time, such as hard tack and dried meats, so she'll eat just about anything as long as it won't kill her.
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Scarifar said
We need more forwards and tanks to guard the long range combatants and support.
Oh I can make a tank! I love tanks.
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I'm interested! I love the idea of everybody being able to create dungeons like that. I'll have a character up some time today.
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No worries, I wasn't able to reply until just a couple of minutes ago because of the same reason.
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The head servant, the one in charge of all the new servant was in a tizzy. Her dress was bunched up in one hand so she wouldn't trip over it, in the other was a rolling pin. She was searching for one of the new servants who hadn't shown up to get his orders for the day. That new servant was Kale Arnon, most definitely the troublemaker of the group. His skills as a thief and his strong willed personality just weren't a good mix. Especially when, due to his role as a servant, he had free reign of the castle. Well, almost the whole castle, there were a few areas that servants weren't permitted to go. But that just meant that he would need to use a little caution and stealth.
Currently Kale was sitting high above the head servant, biting his tongue to stop himself from laughing. His long legs hooked onto one of the many criss crossing beams keeping the castle roof stable. He wasn't worried about falling in the slightest, he never fell. There was an apple sitting next to him on the beam, a beautiful, red, perfectly ripe apple straight from the king's own table. The first, and currently greatest, thing he's stolen from castle. He may have been here to 'make amends' for what he had done. But that only mattered if one actually cared.
With a frustrated huff, the head servant moved on the next area of the castle, determined to find a boy who was even more determined not to be found. Besides, nobody ever looked up. With a grin, Kale picked up the apple and took a bite. He was quickly disappointed to find that an apple from the king's table tasted the same as an apple that you would get at a common market. But he consumed it anyway, it was an apple after all, his second favorite food after bread. Once he finished the apple, he brushed some of his thick, dirty blonde, hair out of his face. He made a mental note to steal a hair tie from one of the female servants. Apparently that wasn't something they gave to male servants, but they supposedly weren't needed.
Kale waited a minute longer before leaning down and dropping the apple core into one of the decorative vases lining this hallway. He'd take care of it later, maybe. He unhooked his legs from the beam and got them planted on the top. With cat-like grace and acrobatics he leaped from one beam to the next, until he hit the wall that signaled the beginning of the next hallway. That's when he finally climbed down, hooking his hands onto the door when he got low enough and dropped down. Only to come face to face with a very angry head servant. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I was exploring the castle." Kale said in a tone that obviously didn't please the head servant. "I didn't get the chance to when my group was given the tour, on account of getting these taken care of." He said, motioning to the still healing bruises on his face and torso. He had been beating after being caught as a thief, and was lucky to still have both of his hands.
He was instantly grabbed and dragged off to the servant's quarters, the head servant was definitely not pitying him. She ended up giving him a nearly half hour long lecture on the duty of servants and how it was more of a joy than it seemed. Which Kale practically started tuning out before it happened. After the lecture Kale was finally given a job to do, and as punishment for being himself, was ordered to go scrub laundry until his hands were raw and his arms ached.
At least the company was nice, the girl he was with was very pretty and new to the castle like he was. She was such a sweetie that she unintentionally triggered Kale's protective nature. He didn't want to see her soft, obviously not used to working hands, get ruined by the scrubbing. So he offered to do all the scrubbing while she folded and put it away. The way her face lit up was totally worth the pain. It took a while but eventually Kale was finished with the scrubbing. He hadn't seen her in a while, but then again she had a lot of baskets to take care of. He ended up folding the last basket worth of stuff and carrying it off himself. He could have just left it, but didn't want anybody else getting in trouble for his behavior.
He carried the basket easily through the halls, his bare feet not making a single sound on the wooden floor, to where he had seen the correct room earlier. Only to stop before a rounding a corner because of what he heard on the other side. Silently he set down the basket, and took a peek. He wasn't sure what he should think about it. It was pretty obvious what was going on, one of the princes was getting frisky with the servant girl who had been helping him with the laundry. His protective nature surged up again, not wanting the girl to be forced into anything she didn't want to do. So without even hesitating, he stepped around the corner. "What's the matter princey? Concubines to much for your royal prick?" He said, an equal mix of courage and taunting in his tone.
Currently Kale was sitting high above the head servant, biting his tongue to stop himself from laughing. His long legs hooked onto one of the many criss crossing beams keeping the castle roof stable. He wasn't worried about falling in the slightest, he never fell. There was an apple sitting next to him on the beam, a beautiful, red, perfectly ripe apple straight from the king's own table. The first, and currently greatest, thing he's stolen from castle. He may have been here to 'make amends' for what he had done. But that only mattered if one actually cared.
With a frustrated huff, the head servant moved on the next area of the castle, determined to find a boy who was even more determined not to be found. Besides, nobody ever looked up. With a grin, Kale picked up the apple and took a bite. He was quickly disappointed to find that an apple from the king's table tasted the same as an apple that you would get at a common market. But he consumed it anyway, it was an apple after all, his second favorite food after bread. Once he finished the apple, he brushed some of his thick, dirty blonde, hair out of his face. He made a mental note to steal a hair tie from one of the female servants. Apparently that wasn't something they gave to male servants, but they supposedly weren't needed.
Kale waited a minute longer before leaning down and dropping the apple core into one of the decorative vases lining this hallway. He'd take care of it later, maybe. He unhooked his legs from the beam and got them planted on the top. With cat-like grace and acrobatics he leaped from one beam to the next, until he hit the wall that signaled the beginning of the next hallway. That's when he finally climbed down, hooking his hands onto the door when he got low enough and dropped down. Only to come face to face with a very angry head servant. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I was exploring the castle." Kale said in a tone that obviously didn't please the head servant. "I didn't get the chance to when my group was given the tour, on account of getting these taken care of." He said, motioning to the still healing bruises on his face and torso. He had been beating after being caught as a thief, and was lucky to still have both of his hands.
He was instantly grabbed and dragged off to the servant's quarters, the head servant was definitely not pitying him. She ended up giving him a nearly half hour long lecture on the duty of servants and how it was more of a joy than it seemed. Which Kale practically started tuning out before it happened. After the lecture Kale was finally given a job to do, and as punishment for being himself, was ordered to go scrub laundry until his hands were raw and his arms ached.
At least the company was nice, the girl he was with was very pretty and new to the castle like he was. She was such a sweetie that she unintentionally triggered Kale's protective nature. He didn't want to see her soft, obviously not used to working hands, get ruined by the scrubbing. So he offered to do all the scrubbing while she folded and put it away. The way her face lit up was totally worth the pain. It took a while but eventually Kale was finished with the scrubbing. He hadn't seen her in a while, but then again she had a lot of baskets to take care of. He ended up folding the last basket worth of stuff and carrying it off himself. He could have just left it, but didn't want anybody else getting in trouble for his behavior.
He carried the basket easily through the halls, his bare feet not making a single sound on the wooden floor, to where he had seen the correct room earlier. Only to stop before a rounding a corner because of what he heard on the other side. Silently he set down the basket, and took a peek. He wasn't sure what he should think about it. It was pretty obvious what was going on, one of the princes was getting frisky with the servant girl who had been helping him with the laundry. His protective nature surged up again, not wanting the girl to be forced into anything she didn't want to do. So without even hesitating, he stepped around the corner. "What's the matter princey? Concubines to much for your royal prick?" He said, an equal mix of courage and taunting in his tone.
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For Itsuki I'm gonna add the hospital where his younger sister lives most of the time. His mother's home will stay classified for safety reasons.
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He could just be stripping at the party. I mean, it just seems there should be a couple of strippers at a gang party.
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I know, that's why I mentioned something.
When else would my character be introduced then? Because its really boring to just roleplay a character who's alone for a while.
When else would my character be introduced then? Because its really boring to just roleplay a character who's alone for a while.
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