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Firefly - Second 'Verse

No worries! I just thought my English comprehension had failed me again. Curse you brain! XD

I'll keep my fingers crossed for a nap filled future.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

@sail3695

Alright. I was just going off what I saw in the character sheets and in the OOC. Whoops. So, I guess I missed that! I'll retool my idea and get something up for review. I'm thinking mechanic if that's still open.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Color me a sepia tone of interested. I have quite the idea for a pilot character and hopefully some sardonic comic relief.

Currently, I am visiting family. But I should have a sheet up in a day or so. I especially want to make sure I've read everything thoroughly. Also, I'll probably slap together some graphics for extra points.

𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 𝖆 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖗𝖕

Alright. Here we go. Expect a PM within the next day with discussion points for your backstory. After that, I'll get the first post up. In the interim, I encourage to discuss and fill out your character relationships with everyone. You've been traveling together for a few weeks now, you should know the broad strokes.

@DrRtron
Cadarn ACCEPTED
The only thing I ask is for his flaws to have more of a detriment to them. They seem like flaws that are not always bad but can be viewed as virtuous in a vacuum.

@Asura
Aldwin ACCEPTED
It all looks good. And yes, you can give yourself that riding horse. I expect it to be named... so it hurts more when I kill it.

@Rockette
Lisotta ACCEPTED
I love me some superstitious Chasind. I'll make sure to take note and use that.

@Theyra
Anselm ACCEPTED
Way to use that character-building economy to fence yourself some more foci. I'm kidding. While reviewing your sheet I forgot how my own game worked. I as about to ask how alcohol could be an equipped item, but your CS does say he keeps it on hand.

@Auz
Venatra ACCEPTED
Awe, yeah, scary Vashoth. I'm down. Just a small nitpick, to clean up the boxes by the attributes. My mean ole OCD wills it.

@POOHEAD189
Rannon TENTATIVELY ACCEPTED
I know you mentioned the coding messing up on your sheet. I've fixed it and put it under the hider below. I like what I've seen on the sheet, but I need your "Specialization" area and the "Warden Rank" answered. Once you get that sorted, I think you're good to go. Also, you can put your character's animal companion (which I'm assuming is a mabari, the best boys) and mount underneath "Equipped." Technically they're there all the time. Oh, and clarify the type of armor he has on.

Code

[center][h1][color=9b8681] | [/color][color=gray]𝐆 𝐑 𝐄 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐍 𝐀 𝐑 𝐂 𝐇 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄[/color][color=9b8681] | [/color][/h1][ hr][sup][sub][h3][i]"To fight the Darkspawn, you need iron. The iron in your sword, the iron in your words, and the iron of your resolve."[/i][/h3][/sub][/sup][/center]
[center][img]https: i.imgur.com/sWhbJeZ.jpg[/img][/center]
[ hr][sup][sub][h2]| [color=9b8681]𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐈 𝐍 𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐌 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍[/color] |[/h2][/sub][/sup]
[indent][indent]𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]Rannon Bryce[/color]
𝐀𝐆𝐄 [color=9b8681| [/color]
[color=gray]28[/color]
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]Male (He/Him)[/color]
𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]Man[/color]
𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]Fereldan, Freeman[/color]
𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]The Common Tongue[/color]
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]Grey Warden (Acolyte for Mages) or Warden Recruit. I'll accept one Senior Warden as the group's leader.[/color]
𝐇𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]#9b8681[/color][/indent][/indent][ hr][sup][sub][h2]| [color=9b8681]𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐀 𝐏 𝐏 𝐄 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐂 𝐄[/color] |[/h2][/sub][/sup]
[indent][indent]𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 & 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]Tall, powerful build.[/color]
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐄𝐘𝐄 & 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]With fair skin, he wields eyes of wrought iron and hair of brown oak.[/color]
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]A place to put down scars, tattoos, and the lot. You can also include horn shape and ornaments if you're a Qunari. Vallaslin if you're Dalish. Casteless markings if you're dwarven. Etc.[/color]
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐅𝐈𝐓 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]He's clad in fine and tough leather over a chainmail hauberk, with sturdy traveling shoes and a worn belt. His trousers are dirt stained but still good. He dons his soldier's swordbelt and baldric, and upon his shoulder he bears the griffon of the wardens. On his neck is a silver necklace given to him by his mother. Beneath his armor is a linen shirt.[/color]
𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐒 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]Rannon holds himself like a wolf. Alert, fierce, but with a noble quality to his bearing. He moves with a surety and confidence one only has after surviving extended combat and the ordering of men into war. But for all of his strength, he's still young, and when surprised he has a youthful brightness to his eyes. [/color][/indent][/indent][ hr][sup][sub][h2]| [color=9b8681]𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐊 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒[/color] |[/h2][/sub][/sup]
[indent][indent]𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]His motivations are as simple as the stroke of his sword. He hates darkspawn and traitors. As a member of the Greywardens, he can kill the former, and keep himself from ever being associated with the latter again. The deaths of his friends Aart, Gavin, Leopuld, and Rochen still haunt his dreams. He's nothing left save his duty and his rage.[/color]
𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][list][*]Honest [*]Loyal [*]Good Natured [/list][/color]𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][list][*]Stubborn [*]Rough [*]Single-minded [/list][/color]𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][list][*]Alcoholic[/list][/color]𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]As long as I have breath, I will serve and I will slay.[/color][/indent][/indent][ hr][sup][sub][h2]| [color=9b8681]𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐑 𝐈 𝐎 𝐑 [/color] |[/h2][/sub][/sup]
[indent][indent]☐ 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][b]-1[/b][i][/i][/color]
☒ 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][b]+3[/b]
[i]Stamina[/i][/color]
☐ 𝕮𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][b]0[/b][i][/i][/color]
☒ 𝕯𝖊𝖝𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖞 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][b]0[/b]
[i]Riding[/i][/color]
☐ 𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][b]-2[/b][i][/i][/color]
☐ 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][b]0[/b]
[i]Detect Darkspawn, Smelling[/i][/color]
☒ 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖍 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][b]+3[/b]
[i]Heavy Blades, Might[/i][/color]
☐ 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][b]+1[/b]
[i]Courage, Self Discipline[/i][/color]

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=9b8681][b]Specialization[/b][/color]
[color=gray][indent]Words[/indent][/color]
𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=white][b]Command[/b][/color]
[color=gray][indent]Novice
[hider=Description]Your presence inspires your allies through battle cry, flag raising, or declaring a charge.[/hider][/indent][/color][color=9b8681][b]Animal Training[/b][/color]
[color=gray][indent]Novice [color=9b8681]►[/color] Journeyman
[hider=Description]Novice: You know the basics of dealing with animals. With a week of training, you can teach an animal to follow a simple one-word command like “heel,” “follow,” or “attack.” You can teach a single animal a number of commands equal to your Communication.
Journeyman: You can train animals to follow more complex commands, like “guard this place” or “return to me when strangers approach.” Teaching a complex command takes two weeks of training and the total number of commands a single animal can learn is equal to your Communication +2.[/hider][/indent][/color][color=9b8681][b]Horsemanship[/b][/color]
[color=gray][indent]Novice
[hider=Description]Novice: You can jump into the saddle quickly. Mounting a steed requires no effort.[/hider][/indent][/color][/indent][/indent]
𝐄 𝐐 𝐔 𝐈 𝐏 𝐌 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓 & 𝐁 𝐄 𝐋 𝐎 𝐍 𝐆 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 |
[indent][indent]𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray][list][*]Greatsword, Armor, Swordbelt, Horn[/list][/color]𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray][list][*]Arming Sword, Round Shield, Helm[/list][/color]𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray][list][*]Mother's necklace, Art's bracers [/list][/color][/indent][/indent][ hr]

@LadyTabris
Mari TENTATIVELY ACCEPTED
I just need a brief clarification. Does your character have no specialization? Otherwise, Combat Magic isn't one that's listed. Also, you're short a spell on your list. And if you do wish to have a specialization, you can add that spell. If not, we can talk about your character having no specialization as of yet. I recommend Force Mage, if you're unsure, as they would be a good fit with someone wielding a weapon and out for blood. Just let me know.

Shin Megami Tensei: Persona

| 𝖣𝖠𝖳𝖤 : 10 APRIL 2018 | 𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲 : ASSHOLES TEACHERS & CHICKEN GUY| 𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 : HINOTORI HIGH |

Maki gave a somewhat disparaged thumbs-up to the teachers’ words and the suggestion that she travel with chicken boy. “Thank you,” she said, smiling. She then bowed as she had when she entered before exiting just as quickly. Of course, they were going to make sure that she was held accountable, and that they would invite the other boy to come along with her. Maybe he’d want to skip out on this as well? Maki remembered his complacency with his other friends last night. It was probably easier to fight a cat for a piece of tuna than to lead him away from social acceptance.

Maki looked left and right in the hall as if they were the object of interest to anyone besides themselves. She turned her attention back to the tall blue-haired kid. Her lips pursed. “You really do love that chicken, do you? Fucking weird. But I was going to ask if you wanted to skip this whole stupid thing. But you’re right, we need to check-in, at least. The teachers said they were going to make sure that we attended.”

She moved towards the student council office. “I mean, I have work to go to. You could also have work? Check-in and then check out because we’re reeeesssppoonnssiiibbllee.” She waggled her eyebrows as she started to book it towards the Student Council Room. The quicker they got this over, the quicker she could leave. Honestly, Maki didn’t want to bask in whatever smug-ass smile that was going to be plastered all over Nakano’s face when she received this news. She feared if she stayed too long, she’d want to punch President Bitch.

^{| 𝖳𝖠𝖦(𝖲) : @Hero @WXer|}

Blades of the Blood Coast

Migi wouldn’t call herself useless in situations like these. Sure, she was more of an urban ranger, but paths were paths. She just wished for less mud and the suffocating nature of the trees. Whatever creature had taken care of that mannish folk was still out there… somewhere. Hopefully still gnawing at the bones like a harbor dog. It was fortunate she was so short. The tall grass and leaning branches obfuscated her unlike her companions, who steadily grew in height. The dwarf acted as if he had some training in these sorts of surroundings. Migi noted that it if they had to split apart, to stick with him. Not only did their heights compliment each other, he’d probably live longer than the rest.

It wasn’t long before they came to the source of the smoke. She’d wanted to believe it was something else, but here she was witnessing further depravity by mannish folk. In her time underneath her pirate patron, she’d learned about taking from the wealthy, noble, and the commoner without batting an eye at any of it. Money would find its way back to pockets and belongings to shelves. Yet, there were two things that Migi viewed as sacred—a roof and a life. These bandits were taking both without pause. She refrained from spitting on the ground, trying to keep her head down. Then she remembered that they had a singing giant—good fucking luck.

Migi’s eyes narrowed as the mannish folk barking orders followed in after a pleading woman. “No matter the situation, you tall folk only think with the wicked snakes in your trousers,” she growled underneath her breath.

She let the giant and dwarf chitter as she surveyed the burning buildings. Crossbows were pointed at the villagers, and as much as that seemed like a petty death—hers would be too if she tried to interrupt it. There had to be a smarter solution to this. She’d commandeered ships, piloted them, and sunk them in fire, waves, and harbors. Making the big thing go down was always ones first point of order in a fight like this.

It was then that the giant spoke to her. “Don’t you have an ability that lets you not be seen? Oh right, it’s to shut that pig sized hole of yours.” Migi went to say something else, possibly agreeing with the giant, but the pretty one kept her from being so amenable. Her eyes widened behind her tallow bangs. “Oh no.”

The following series of events could only be classified as a group of people that weren’t aware of each other’s skills and acting as if they were. The giant man was now a tree. Charming. The fancy boy readied himself as if he could something beyond just pissing himself and crying. At least he had his wooden wife to pat his pants dry. Migi looked at the dwarf. “I’ll follow blondie. Maybe I can get an idea of what they’re packin’ since we’re doin’ this now, mate.” It was then that she vanished from sight.

Migi followed behind the pretty one, quickly. Once she reached her, she placed a warm hand on her back. “I have your pert ass covered,” she whispered into her ear. “Do somethin’ to let me know when you’re about to do whatever you came out to do.” She then took a few steps back and stood still.

Rolls

Stealth: 6+1
Engineering: 8+1 We can pocket this check for later if need be, but basically Migi is trying to scope out to see if any buildings, considering they are burning, could be collapsed as a distraction. If this skill check even counts for that.

𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 𝖆 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖗𝖕

THREEish DAYS REMAINING

𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 𝖆 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖗𝖕

Templar Maliphant DeGardet

| 𝐆 𝐑 𝐄 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐍 𝐀 𝐑 𝐂 𝐇 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄 |

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"If maleficarums warrant hunting down, then the players of The Game warrant burning at stakes."

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| 𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐈 𝐍 𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐌 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 |

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 |
Maliphant "Mal" DeGardet
𝐀𝐆𝐄 |
28
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 |
Male (he/him)
𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 |
Human
𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍 |
Orlesian Exile
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 |
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𝐇𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 |
#caaf82

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| 𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐀 𝐏 𝐏 𝐄 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐂 𝐄 |

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 & 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 |
6'0" with Bulky Musculature
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐄𝐘𝐄 & 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 |
A Fair Skintone with Natural Blond Hair that's Somewhat Coifed and Gray Eyes
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 |
He has a mutilating burn scar over his left cheekbone that has seared off half his ear. There are also thin scars over his right eyebrow and the bridge of his nose.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐅𝐈𝐓 |
Mal is adorned in heavy buckled leather armor with the bright red scapular of the Templars that drapes to his knees. On his shoulders are bulky pauldrons that lead to thick "sleeves" of armored plates. It ends at his bare fingers, nails well taken care of but blood underneath the edges. Around his waist is a thick belt with a few, empty stretched-out loops that lead to ones filled with bright blue lyrium potions. Also on his hip is a large, rain-proof satchel that seems to be stuffed to the brim with vellums, scrolls, and a tome. Around his legs are thick, laced leather pants that trail into calf-high boots with metal toes that have seen better days. On his back is a shortsword with intricate runes carved on them, and on his hip across from the satchel containing his paperwork, is an Orlesian shortsword. He also a quiver stuffed with red-feathered arrows and a bow strung over his shoulder. Despite the high collar of his undershirt, one can still make out the curvature of a necklace that he wears underneath his armor. On top of his head is an Orlesian hat made from thick leather with a wide brim and an old red feather pinned to it.
𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐒 |
Mal isn't the sort to be guarded, his armor does that well enough. He usually has his hands on his hips or is thumbing through his notes--possibly penning more. If someone wishes to engage him in conversation, he'd be more than glad to. His smile is welcoming, but it's also very Orlesian. There's a way he tilts his chin up to look down at you that tells you the conversation is for his importance and not your own. Beyond that, he's quick to place a hand on his mace and pick at the leather straps in anticipation.

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| 𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐊 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 |

𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 |
To talk to Mal, one would assume that his reasoning for being here would solely be duty. Yet, an Orlesian templar from a Free Marches Chantry might raise a few brows. Unlike the rest of his Circle-
Bound brethren, there's something a bit different about the way that Mal takes to his templar nature.
𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 |

• Personable- No one will accuse the templar of being off-putting at first glance.
• Goal-Oriented- Good luck getting Mal away from tending to his duties and assignment.
• Faithful- Nothing will sway him from the Chantry or his commitment to the Templars.

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 |

• Haughty- Years in the Orlesian Court will do that to someone.
• Self-Aggrandizing- If you want someone that will tell their story with bravado and poignancy, it's him. He'll even do an amazing job of downplaying anyone else's accomplishments.
• Without Remorse- Maleficarum, or not, if someone is practicing magic outside the reach of the Chantry, it's Mal's duty to bring them in. No sob story will deter him. More determinantal being that he's fine doing this to allies as well.

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 |

• Gossip
• Cigars
• Ego

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 |
Mal would never fail at his duties and lead others into unnecessary harm. It wouldn't look good for his reputation. It's hard to say if what he does is altruistic or ignoble of others' struggles, but he will never stand by and let blood magic wreak havoc.

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| 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐑 𝐈 𝐎 𝐑 |

☐ 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 | +4
Persuasion & Etiquette & Deception
☒ 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 | 0
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☐ 𝕮𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 | -1
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☒ 𝕯𝖊𝖝𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖞 | +2
Dueling & Short Blades
☐ 𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈 | 0
Blood Magic
☐ 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 | 0
Tracking
☒ 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖍 | +1
Intimidation
☐ 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 | -2
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𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 |
Templar

Mal does not use his abilities to tend to demons, but instead hunts down those who use the art of blood magic to commit heinous rituals. He's spent some time learning of them, reading about apostates and hedge mages that have used this dark art in the past. His lyrium-fueled abilities are about nullifying magic and not letting magic affect him. This doesn't mean he's an impenetrable shield because his powers only extend as long as the lyrium dosage. But in that short time, one has to face him on the physical battlefield.

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 |
Armor Training

Novice

Description

Novice: You can wear heavy leather and mail armor without suffering a penalty.

Intrigue

Novice ► Journeyman

Description

Novice: You know how to play the Game. Chose the following Communication focus: Deception.
Journeyman: You always gain more information than you give out. You’re talented at performative espionage and gossip.

Oratory

Novice

Description

Novice: You know how to work a crowd. In a public setting, you can find your voice amongst the people. They won’t fall in line with you, but they’ll listen.

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𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 |

• Heavy Leather
• Orlesian Shortsword
• Runic Shortsword
• Lyrium Potions

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 |

• Bow & Arrows

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 |

• Backpack, Orelsian Clothes, Rations, & Waterskin
• Vellums & Scrolls & Tomes Regarding Magic and Apostates
• Ink Pot & Well
• Candles & Flint
• Compass & Map
• Cigars
• Mysterious Jewelry
• A Strange Black Candle
• Paperwork from the Circle of Starkhaven

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| 𝐑 𝐄 𝐋 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 𝐒 𝐇 𝐈 𝐏 𝐒 |

CHARACTER NAME |
Your character's opinion. Copy & Paste as many times as needed.

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Trash for the Trash God [Just Breaking BBCode]

ZEUS || GOD OF SKY & THUNDER

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Berthil Espegren | #573136

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VELES || GOD OF DEATH & CATTLE

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬 𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬 "I woke up covered in ash because they thought they could defeat me by burning forest I was hiding in! I laugh. But I remember black. Soot. It covered me. My large hands, smaller. My mighty horns, gone. Something wasn't right. I now was now like mortal. There were gods that never seen ground. Hah! I walked in mortal's homes and taught them magic. I fed them. I walked them into Naiwa. Jyah. Jyah. Stop looking at me like that. We're both drunk..." Veles's turn to mortality was a mixed one. He'd spent a lot of time among the mortals, during the good times and the bad—even if he was what created the bad. Yet, when he was no longer wanted, or if his battles became too hard he could turn into a bear and slip back to Nawia—the underworld. Now he was trapped in the flesh of his own doings and mistakes. He didn't care for the steam that rose from the blood of the battlefield. His plan had always been to find a way to outsmart Perun and retrieve Jaryło. Now, both were a moot point. When the first god died, trying to escape their invisible cage, Veles watched with interest. And his lips twisted as he couldn't see their ghostly visage rise from death. He called out to Nawia, but he heard silence. He tried to shift into a bear, only to find his flimsy flesh unchanged. A god of chaos that had no hand in his own downfall, wasn't a happy one. He cursed the other gods and ventured from them as far as he could. All his plans were on the wind, and he was power and purpose were fleeting. Yet, Veles wasn't purely made of pride and idiocy. As it was said of him: "Like the bear, he is powerful and wise, but he also has the fangs and trickery of the snake. Duality is his nature and survival is his promise." So, he carved an existence in the form of a small shop in London. He found other immigrants from Slavic bloodlines, and he told stories from the homeland. Many a бабушка saught him out when there was disease or death upon their house. They referred to him as a shepherd, not knowing why. He tended to his flock while amassing a small following that became criminal in nature. When he was unfortunately upended and moved to America, he found the fruit of his endeavors actually held up. He could contact his growing connections in London. It was enough to get established in DC before finding himself on the West Coast. The transient nature of their constant upheaval and relocation wasn't something that was hard for Veles to get used to. He was the shepherd to the Underworld, after all. In the shady part of Seattle, he started a butcher shop, importing delicacies from London. He made a name for himself, and the бабушкаs quickly took a liking to him, along with hipsters talking about how "authentic" his sausages were. Slowly, he was building up his blue-collar criminal connections again. If he couldn't seed into the earth with his mighty Underworld, he'd use the figurative one of mortals. The Medved Butcher Shoppe moved more than cuts of meat, and its old-world criminal influence could easily be seen. He could move things in and out of Seattle with a smile and a shot of vodka. Still, Veles takes kindly to the other gods that wish to stop by and share a drink or two with him. His dalliances are no secret.

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗘𝗦 x x x 𝗩𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗦 x x x 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 & 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Paternal Cunning Giver Gluttonous Blunt & Crass Shit Starter x 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 // Veles wants to maintain the power he has gained and to grow and nurture it. He hopes to keep his family close, and his enemies closer. Maybe he wishes for a return to godhood, but he isn't so single-minded as others. 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 // Losing the people he has grown close to, just like he lost his son all those many many centuries ago. He doesn't wish to call enough attention to himself to be beaten or outsmarted. Veles fears his cozy little underworld being ripped away. Also, not a fan of storms. Perun managed to instill that into him.

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