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Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I'm probably going to be moving the RP forward sometime today, as I'd like to just get to the new arc sooner then later.

@VitaVitaAR

Not inactive. We tried to do a collab RP last night and get Fyre involved, but scheduling conflicts put that thought to rest.

Apparently there are some important exams this week, so we've got a few days yet til Merc and Fyre can get together again. But we'll try to keep up at your pace as best as we can.

ThatWeirdChick's Search Revamped(Ignore post count)

Did either of those guys interested in the Mafioso role work out? Or is that still up for grabs? @ThatWeirdChick

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@Thecrash20 Nice portrait! Vinland Saga is awesome and so is Thorfinn.

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He's either a 10yo who looks 16 or a 16yo who looks 10. I too am having trouble figuring it out.

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Gûshruk

Gûshruk of the Bone Song

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Character Summary

Name: Gûshruk of the Bone Song Tribe;
Aliases: n/a
Age: Seasons have aged him. He lies somewhere between youthful arrogance and elderly incontinence, sporting wrinkles but few and shallow; bodily vigor, but that which begins to wane. One could suppose he's roughly ninety years old (45-50 in human aging).
Race/Ethnicity: Orcish Teureleyan
Place of Origin: Certruri-Cerce
Gender: Male
Class/Job: Blacksmith and leader of the White Worms bandit gang.

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Stats

Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a base line to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat point to assign between the six stats.

Strength: 15
Dexterity: 8
Constitution: 13
Intelligence: 6
Wisdom: 15
Charisma: 18

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Physical Attributes

Height: ≈20 hands
Weight: ≈17-18 stones
Build: Although he does not lead a particularly rigorous lifestyle, Orcish heritage nonetheless grants him prosperity measured in muscle mass. By Orc standards he is rather weak but still he towers over most men. His body is high both in fat and in muscle.
Eyes: The "whites" of his eyes are black. The irises are yellow.
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Grey
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: His warpaint is a rich blue-green, probably a woad-heavy mixture of woad leaf and yarrow root. His ceremonial scars, covering most the area of his arms and torso, are smattered here and there with bona-fide burn scars.
Day to Day Attire: A thick leather girdle; a knee-length skirt of leather and mail, and a shockingly clean thong underneath; sandals or more rarely, fur-lined boots. Cuir bouilli wrist bracers. In stormy or freezing weather he's a messy amalgamation of bearskins.
Strengths:

• Empathy
• Leadership
  • Logistics
  • Strategy
  • Public speaking; speech-giving
• Craftsmanship

Weaknesses:

• Literacy
• High culture (art, history, music et cetera)
• Beauty contests

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Psychological Attributes

Patient * Cunning * Possessive * Tribal

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Married
Personality: His selfishness extends to those in close proximity; "his" people are treated better and trusted more than outsiders by every measure, from race and ethnicity to chosen allegiances. He defines property very strictly within the bandits, and is quick to anger at trespassers upon his possessions; rather hypocritical given his new profession. Still, he is a steadfast and reliable being who takes honor very seriously. If he says he won't kill someone then that person is safe, despite, or perhaps because of, people's natural misgivings about Orcs. He enjoys simple, humble pleasures, and is lavish or extravagant in very few regards.
Habits:

• Charcoal is the smith's lifeblood, and he detests even the notion of running low. Constantly he is either stealing it or schooling his soldiers on how to create it.
• Salt is more valuable than gold in this company.

Hobbies: He is immensely proud both of his high-quality steelworks and of his charcuterie. When the bandits steal a calf or hunt down a doe, Gûshruk ascertains the meat will taste delicious, and that no edible parts are wasted.

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Skills

A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges

• Skill: Blacksmith
  • While far from elegant, his weapons are well-balanced, well-tempered, and if one can deign to wield them, nearly sure never to break.
• Skill: Tactician
  • His "gut feelings" have saved the tribe more than once, despite being both illiterate and uneducated. He's got enough wits about him to know when something is a trap, and further, when to push his advantages.
• Skill: Charcutier
  • All Orcs share a passion for good meat; if not cooking it then eating it. Gûshruk partakes in both with enthusiasm.
• Skill: Warrior
  • He tried to live a modest and peaceful life before the Hecatomb. It was not to be.
• Skill: Diplomat
  • He knows what he wants, what he needs, and how to articulate both. He gives the speeches around here. Few if any pay his speech impediment (he has rather large tusks, after all) any mind.
• Skill: Bodybuilder
  • Orcs are blessed, if nothing else, with hardy and strong bodies by nature.

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History

Parents: Before the world ended they were a happy, if struggling, tribe. If still they live, he is too ashamed to look them in the eye.
Siblings: Too many to count; brothers, sisters, cousins, nieces and nephews alike. Many are half-Orcs, thanks to uncles' insatiable "appetites" (whether they were bedding mates or victims being largely irrelevant). When so many die so young either from sickness or from futile bloodshed, of course most Orcish males try to win wars of succession too.
Childhood: Father was unique among Orcs for wanting to coexist with humans, trading with them and hearing their stories and drinking their good ales. Perhaps he was weaker than other Orcs, and he knew, down in the depths of his prideful heart, that he would lose any feuds he started, even if he could never bring himself to admit it. Whatever the root cause, Gûshruk's childhood was difficult. Growing up amongst humans entailed an inherent distrust, and distaste, for the violent race.
Adulthood: Certruri-Cerce, a massive city on a bustling coastline hosting countless legions of merchant ships, supposedly gave the family its chance, like all craftsmen, tradesmen and laborers who pass underneath its renowned portcullis, at peaceful prosperity. Perhaps it did, and they failed to fully grasp it. Gûshruk had fewer customers than other smiths and made less money on his wares, many assuming that he was stupid enough to be swindled. After the costs of iron, coal, and tools, he only barely scraped enough silver from his livelihood to sustain his growing clan, who lived in the squalor of the city's slums.
Special Moments: Only the bandits themselves know how Gûshruk got involved in banditry. He doesn't like to talk about it, but they alone have the right to know.

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Extras

Theme Song: "Shadow Twin" by Za Frumi
Aura Color: A vibrant sapphire-blue; if auras can change and be corrupted then a sterile grey dullness creeps into this extravagant hue.
Other: _{Why is it "Vardenvall" instead of "Vindervall"?}

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

i actually went and stalked your posting history to find this character, and i found him

aka the protagonist of every fantasy rpg ever, a projection for the player to impose themselves on

@Mercenary Lord

From this day forward you are my personal roleplay guardian. Continue to stalk my post history, and if I ever write a character this bland and trite, you have my consent to smother me with a pillow while I sleep.

Edit: I'm not kidding btw this is a legally binding document

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

So I've finally done it. I've found the worst roleplay character. Not the worst "in the thread"; not the worst "on the site." This is the Holy Grail of bad roleplay characters and having beheld it I now feel totally empty inside because where the hell am I supposed to go from here? No one will ever top it. I must move on with my life knowing that this feeling of disgust and dread will never be surpassed. I'm like that guy in Hellraiser who has experienced all the most intense worldly pleasures already so he resorts to joining an S&M cult in his quest for the next big endorphin hit.

Granted, he's not the very worst quality-wise. There are so-bad-they're-awesome characters, the Plan 9 from Outer Space of roleplay. I can laugh at bad characters sometimes and get some entertainment out of them. Not this guy. He's not a good character, and he's not a so-bad-he's-awesome character either. He's in that terrible middle ground where he's too good to be awful and he's too awful to be good. He's vacuous, flavorless, vapid, bland. He has stolen life from me which I could have spent reading something actually enriching or God forbid, entertaining.

• "Jerk with a heart of gold" trope; because you want to be a badass but you're too timid and weak to accept the consequences of actually standing up to people and defending your unpopular beliefs, so you need to be "a good guy deep down" and I totally need to dig through your hard exterior just to realize you are—!
• Your horse has a name. Of course it does. It's a super-speshul horse, and you're, like, connected to it and shit. Maybe your sword too?
• You use a "hand and a half" or "bastard" sword because you want to be ready for anything; you want to be versatile and prepared, so you can use it 2h or with a shield. Never mind the fact that that's not how bastard swords work. You're the hero. And heroes use swords.
• Mid thirties, sexually attractive. Speaks for itself.
• Has a lot of scars (to look more rugged) even though he's apparently really good at fighting.
• Feigns at a tragic and sorrowful backstory even though he apparently likes fighting, and spends his entire time IC smirking and generally being a pompous ass.
• Dead parents. Wouldn't want Mummy mailing him some of his favorite cookies or something equally embarrassing, would we? He's a badass.
• Pet animal. Usually a wolf or a dog but there can be some leeway here.
• Perfect sculpted bodybuilder physique on a medieval diet. No.
• Arbitrary and gratuitous wilderness survival skills; because again, he's a badass, and relying on other people in any way whatsoever is a sign of weakness. Can't have that, can we? So yeah, I'll totally humor your "wilderness survival skills" even though I can tell you've never been camping before in your entire sedentary life.
• "Is very cold and distant at first but once you get to know him he'll be your most loyal friend for life." While the rest of us gullible fucks are giving our bank details to Nigerian princes because they're probably nice guys.
• BOOT KNIVES BECAUSE YOU'RE TOTALLY AN ASSASSIN OR SOMETHING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
• You were afraid of having a silly or non-masculine name so you went with the most mundane R and K-riddled fantasy name you could fathom. The letter R is badass.
• Weaknesses which are totally endemic and won't ever realistically be confronted during the course of the RP; because having actual insecurities to confront IC isn't something badasses do. I get it, your tragic past is so fucking poignant and totally justifies why you're afraid of jumping into deep water from tall heights while there's a spider sucking blood from your neck. But come the fuck on.

If you're reading this and you're the guy who subjected me to this intellectual and artistic torture, I'm drunk and fuck you, give me my ten minutes back. I wasted ten minutes of my precious fucking life having deigned to read this mediocre garbage which you wrote, edited, sanctioned, and had the sheer fucking balls to post online. You know exactly who you are, you animal, you depraved fucking monster, and you're directly responsible for this abortion having pierced my innocent virgin eyes. You're responsible!

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝔸𝔾𝔸 𝕆𝔽 𝕍𝕀ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ𝕍𝔸𝕃𝕃 (Fantasy, World Building, Mid-High Casual)

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Gûshruk of the Bone Song

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Character Summary

Name: Gûshruk of the Bone Song Tribe;
Aliases: n/a
Age: Seasons have aged him. He lies somewhere between youthful arrogance and elderly incontinence, sporting wrinkles but few and shallow; bodily vigor, but that which begins to wane. One could suppose he's roughly ninety years old (45-50 in human aging).
Race/Ethnicity: Orcish Teureleyan
Place of Origin: Certruri-Cerce
Gender: Male
Class/Job: Blacksmith and leader of the White Worms bandit gang.

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Stats

Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a base line to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat point to assign between the six stats.

Strength: 15
Dexterity: 8
Constitution: 13
Intelligence: 6
Wisdom: 15
Charisma: 18

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Physical Attributes

Height: ≈20 hands
Weight: ≈17-18 stones
Build: Although he does not lead a particularly rigorous lifestyle, Orcish heritage nonetheless grants him prosperity measured in muscle mass. By Orc standards he is rather weak but still he towers over most men. His body is high both in fat and in muscle.
Eyes: The "whites" of his eyes are black. The irises are yellow.
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Grey
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: His warpaint is a rich blue-green, probably a woad-heavy mixture of woad leaf and yarrow root. His ceremonial scars, covering most the area of his arms and torso, are smattered here and there with bona-fide burn scars.
Day to Day Attire: A thick leather girdle; a knee-length skirt of leather and mail, and a shockingly clean thong underneath; sandals or more rarely, fur-lined boots. Cuir bouilli wrist bracers. In stormy or freezing weather he's a messy amalgamation of bearskins.
Strengths:

• Empathy
• Leadership
  • Logistics
  • Strategy
  • Public speaking; speech-giving
• Craftsmanship

Weaknesses:

• Literacy
• High culture (art, history, music et cetera)
• Beauty contests

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Psychological Attributes

Patient * Cunning * Possessive * Tribal

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Married
Personality: His selfishness extends to those in close proximity; "his" people are treated better and trusted more than outsiders by every measure, from race and ethnicity to chosen allegiances. He defines property very strictly within the bandits, and is quick to anger at trespassers upon his possessions; rather hypocritical given his new profession. Still, he is a steadfast and reliable being who takes honor very seriously. If he says he won't kill someone then that person is safe, despite, or perhaps because of, people's natural misgivings about Orcs. He enjoys simple, humble pleasures, and is lavish or extravagant in very few regards.
Habits:

• Charcoal is the smith's lifeblood, and he detests even the notion of running low. Constantly he is either stealing it or schooling his soldiers on how to create it.
• Salt is more valuable than gold in this company.

Hobbies: He is immensely proud both of his high-quality steelworks and of his charcuterie. When the bandits steal a calf or hunt down a doe, Gûshruk ascertains the meat will taste delicious, and that no edible parts are wasted.

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Skills

A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges

• Skill: Blacksmith
  • While far from elegant, his weapons are well-balanced, well-tempered, and if one can deign to wield them, nearly sure never to break.
• Skill: Tactician
  • His "gut feelings" have saved the tribe more than once, despite being both illiterate and uneducated. He's got enough wits about him to know when something is a trap, and further, when to push his advantages.
• Skill: Charcutier
  • All Orcs share a passion for good meat; if not cooking it then eating it. Gûshruk partakes in both with enthusiasm.
• Skill: Warrior
  • He tried to live a modest and peaceful life before the Hecatomb. It was not to be.
• Skill: Diplomat
  • He knows what he wants, what he needs, and how to articulate both. He gives the speeches around here. Few if any pay his speech impediment (he has rather large tusks, after all) any mind.
• Skill: Bodybuilder
  • Orcs are blessed, if nothing else, with hardy and strong bodies by nature.

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History

Parents: Before the world ended they were a happy, if struggling, tribe. If still they live, he is too ashamed to look them in the eye.
Siblings: Too many to count; brothers, sisters, cousins, nieces and nephews alike. Many are half-Orcs, thanks to uncles' insatiable "appetites" (whether they were bedding mates or victims being largely irrelevant). When so many die so young either from sickness or from futile bloodshed, of course most Orcish males try to win wars of succession too.
Childhood: Father was unique among Orcs for wanting to coexist with humans, trading with them and hearing their stories and drinking their good ales. Perhaps he was weaker than other Orcs, and he knew, down in the depths of his prideful heart, that he would lose any feuds he started, even if he could never bring himself to admit it. Whatever the root cause, Gûshruk's childhood was difficult. Growing up amongst humans entailed an inherent distrust, and distaste, for the violent race.
Adulthood: Certruri-Cerce, a massive city on a bustling coastline hosting countless legions of merchant ships, supposedly gave the family its chance, like all craftsmen, tradesmen and laborers who pass underneath its renowned portcullis, at peaceful prosperity. Perhaps it did, and they failed to fully grasp it. Gûshruk had fewer customers than other smiths and made less money on his wares, many assuming that he was stupid enough to be swindled. After the costs of iron, coal, and tools, he only barely scraped enough silver from his livelihood to sustain his growing clan, who lived in the squalor of the city's slums.
Special Moments: Only the bandits themselves know how Gûshruk got involved in banditry. He doesn't like to talk about it, but they alone have the right to know.

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Extras

Theme Song: "Shadow Twin" by Za Frumi
Aura Color: A vibrant sapphire-blue; if auras can change and be corrupted then a sterile grey dullness creeps into this extravagant hue.
Other: _{Why is it "Vardenvall" instead of "Vindervall"?}

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝔸𝔾𝔸 𝕆𝔽 𝕍𝕀ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ𝕍𝔸𝕃𝕃 (Fantasy, World Building, Mid-High Casual)

GM stated we're not using dice rolls for anything*, and he hasn't mentioned any "systems" at all. I read through the thread again to check that.

Starting with 10 points per 6 skills and having 75 more to allot would leave you with 22.5 skill points per skill, or, perfect 20's across the board with 15 points to spare.

(10*6+75)/6 = 22.5 (per skill)
10*6+75 = 135 (total)

If the GM corrects me on this then I'll need someone to school me on how I'm spending these 75 points. Looked like a flat rate to me.

*- "Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a base line to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat points to assign between the six stats."