SmileyJaws

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@Irisity Nicely, nicely! Accepted, welcome aboard feel free to post your characters in the characters section.

@DragonKingUk Cool characters, maybe class would be more suited as Legendary Creature? Feel free to post them in the character section. Accepted! Use one post for all characters please.

Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

@Lady Amalthea @HushedWhispers Only just got here so yeah I'm in.

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@SmileyJaws ok I'll post soon then.

@The One

No problem!

I'm going to do the 'short history' and 'other' of my characters this evening, I have them posted because I'm not saving them to my laptop.

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Balian and Ruehar

Name:
Balian
Age:
31
Race:
Human
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Hetero
Class:
Ranger

Appearance:


Weapon(s):
Crossbow
- A short, strong wooden bow-stave mounted on a wooden stock. This is a simple crossbow.
Dagger
- Daggers and knives are extremely common and in many parts of the world, men and women are allowed to wear them in enclaves where otherwise weapons are banned.

Armor:
Light armor (see appearance)
-Light armor encompasses a wide variety of materials from hardened leather tunics to chain shirts and all manner in between
Elven Cloak
- Made from the hair of Elven maidens and interwoven with living tree leaves, an Elven cloak is a wonder to behold. Elven cloaks rarely come up for sale but are sometimes recovered from dead warriors and scouts of Wood Elf forest-towns or offered by Elves as a reward to men who have served them in some way.

Personal Trinkets:
Lucky Charm
- These take many shapes, but the most common are symbolic religious symbols that a pious priest has touched or carved heads of ancient Dwarf Gods
Healing Herbs
- Certain plants that grow in the world, particularly by the banks of rivers have curative properties. The roots and leaves can be collected and used to treat the sick and wounded.

Short History:
The first ten years of Balian's life were uneventful. Born to a barmaid, Balian never met his father. He was conceived in the port city of Rhorria when his mother was hired out by the barkeep to an explorer who had just returned from a successful voyage to a far-away unnamed and mostly uncharted continent, sure to be made a rich man off the profit of his spoils. However, all the Gold Crowns in the world could not bring him to settle and it is likely the explorer never learnt of his bastard child.

It was when Balian was nine years old, his mother heavily pregnant with a new child that the somewhat normality of his life was turned upside down. Rhorria's name had preceeded itself all around the Kingdom and was a vital city for trade and commerce. The rich lived well off the backs of the poor and it was a way of life most had come accustomed to. The cities tactical importance was no secret to anyone and word was going around the city of a rebellion. The poorest of the city were talking of a rising, overthrowing those allowing the rich to get richer while they were left suffering in the slums. The idea spread to other cities and many flocked to Rhorria for the uprising. Shoddily armed but making up for it with spirit, rabbles of rebels started looting around the city as they made their way from all angles to the upper section. The city was in turmoil as entire quadrants were set ablaze, city guard and rebels clashed in a bloody skirmish all over Rhorria and it was chaos.

After a week or so Balian and his mother were about to leave Rhorria, hoping to head to another of the border towns, further North and close to the outskirts of the Drakenwald. Thankfully they didn't have to make the journey alone and found refuge and passage among a caravan troupe heading in that direction anyway. Their leader, a mercenary who had originally come to Rhorria to fight who now sought fortune elsewhere.

The Journey was not easy, attacks lay around every corner. At first it was city guard or rebels, trying to maintain order or cause chaos. After the caravan had fought its way out of the city it was mostly bandits, wolves and the occasional slaver en route to Rhorria looking to make a few crowns. It was a two-day ride from the town-stead of Burr Oak Barrow (their destination) when Balian's mother brought a baby girl into the world.

Burr Oak Barrow became their new home, and it became obvious from a young age that Ruehar, Balian's sister, had an ability for Magick. The ability was never evident in his mother or him, leading one to believe that only the father could have passed on the gift. With two bastard children, rumors were always bound to travel around the town about the family, as well as vicious tall tales and stories. For the most part, Balian never really paid any attention and grew up learning many practical skills, fletching, herb identification, archery to name a few. By age sixteen he had trained to be quite a proficient hunter with a bow although he always favored the feel of a crossbow.

Shortly after his seventeenth birthday, their mother passed away when she slipped from an outcrop overlooking Burr Oak Barrow. Balian's plans leave the town and start a life of his own were cut short by the fact his sister, Ruehar, only nine would need looking after and Balian took this duty upon himself. He took to his new responsibilities like a duck to water, hunting game for sustenance and trade occasionally Balian's bolts would find a different kind of prey when raiders or Beastmen would come and the town fought together. Life was relatively simple and over the years Balian travelled, and in his travels accomplished a couple of notable acts. The Elven Cloak he wears was a reward from a Elven highborn, hailing from the forest village of Ath'rai after Balian helped the village drive away a small band of torch wielding Dwarves, threatening to raise the village and half the forest in the name of industry.

Fletching some arrows one evening, Balian noticed a band of men and women approaching their home. He'd heard the troubling rumors of a flock of Witch-Hunters searching out all magic wielders with a fanatical belief that all magic users were 'witches' and that magic was abhorrent. Taking his crossbow and some provisions, he and his sister fled the border town into the Drakenwald, knowing there were too many to fight now and when they moved on the siblings planned to return to Burr Oak Barrow.

Other:
True aim
- Balian's time spent in the Drakenwald has made him a more expert shot, often having to calculate shots in tight spaces or where there is a lot going on around them.

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Name:
Ruehar
Age:
23
Race:
Human
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Hetero
Class:
Spell Weaver

Appearance:


Weapon(s):
Staff
- Perhaps among the simplest types of weapon, these brutal bludgeoning instruments range from branches to elaborately forged Dwarven or Elven staffs. Can also be used to aid in casting spells.
Dagger
- See previous

Armor:
Robes
- Doesn’t offer much protection from anything other than the elements.

Personal Trinkets:
Mad Cap Mushrooms
- One of the many hallucinogenic mushrooms, side effects can send people into a frenzied state until the effect wears off.
Rabbit’s Foot
- The rabbit’s foot is a symbol of good luck in many places of the world and is often threaded with a thin cord of leather or string by superstitious warriors.

Short History:
Ruehar's first memory of her abilities in Magick is of her mother jumping back in fright with a shrill scream as a pot flew past her with great speed. The young Ruehar giggled with delight, although she had no real knowledge of what she was doing or that it even was her doing.

Growing up, Ruehar's one passion has been Magick, an art not much talked about or appreciated in their Kingdom. She spent much of her adolescent years finding things in nature that responded well to her natural abilities as well as trying to get her hands on as many spells as possible. It wasn't until around her fifteenth birthday, long after the passing of her mother that she began to dabble in the art of spell weaving, where those with inherent magickal ability could create their own spells or bend magick to their will more profoundly. One day while walking through the outskirts of the Drakenwald, Ruehar came across some mushrooms, Mad Caps. Knowing of their hallucinogenic properties and also the risk of going into a frenzy after taking them she collected as many as she could find and planned on seeing their effect on Magick.

As a young woman, Ruehar had built up a repertoire of uses for Magick as well as some of her own personal, interesting studies into it. Naturally this drew attention which probably in turn led to the fanatical Witch-Hunters coming to Burr Oak Barrow in search of the Spell Weaver.

The original plan that Balian and herself would return home once the band had moved on was foiled when they began to search the outskirts of the woods, leading the siblings to get lost. Whether it's been weeks or years since they wound up delving further into the Drakenwald, knowing the local legends surrounding the place, neither know but they wander with the aim of getting home, still occasionally looking over their shoulders for the band hunting them. The pairs time in the Drakenwald has hardened them, accustomed now to what seems to be their new life and home.

Other:
Forest-Walker
- During the time spent in the Drakenwald, Ruehar has learnt that once past the outskirts, the forest is seemingly ever-changing. A journey spanning a mile could take a one-hundred years while a hundred mile journey could take an hour.

Spells
- Inner Fear: Ruehar's spell causes an overwhelming sense of fear in her enemies, a strong mind can resist. The spell projects primordial horrors in its target.

- Hunting Spear: Ruehar hurls a mystical spear at her desired target

- Thorn Call: Thick vines sprout out of the ground, useful as a defensive spell, also great at tearing and ensnaring enemies

- Scry: Involves the use of divining crystals, allows small foretelling of the future.

These are a few examples of Ruehar's Magick

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@SmileyJaws How would you like us to start?

@The One

That's up to yourselves, if you want to start finding the inn, or already being at the inn or whatever.

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@SmileyJaws Dragon wanted me to tell you he plans on doing his characters today.

So, when will we start?

@The One

Awesome stuff, looking forward to seeing them. You can start whenever you feel like it, I'm just going to do my characters and work on a bit more for the OOC and stuff but it can't hurt for people to get their introductions in the door.

Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

Arturs Danilov

Location: Apartment 2A
Interacting with: Claire & Tasha @Lady Amalthea

Earlier that day.

Arturs stepped out of the shower, it was colder stepping out of the shower he thought in a haze. He reached for the towel draped over the sink quicker than usual. Nearly slipping but catching his balance with the wall he sighed, then dried off. Dressing himself casual, blue jeans a black-shirt, he looked down and around for his phone as it began to ring. Buzz. Buzz. Arturs had looked around the bathroom, which was by no means a big room, and he couldn’t see it. He was sure he had left it on top of the hoodie on the floor but it was nowhere to be seen. Buzz. Buzz. “Come on.” He expressed before an idea hit him. “The shoes…” Arturs was muttering to himself, under his breath, as if it had been obvious this whole time. One of the runners proved to be empty, he picked up the second and turned it upside down over his palm and surely enough he found himself phone in hand, Arturs checked who was calling him.

Incoming Call
No Caller ID

Arturs knew who was calling him, his eyes rolled and then he looked up at the ceiling for a brief moment. Sight falling on the phone again he slid his thumb from the right hand side to the middle of the bottom of the screen. “You have that few pound for me then?” An Irish accent, confirming his suspicion. Arturs closed his eyes, tongue pushing cheek he rubbed at his chin with his free hand.

“Yeah, but look, I’m not around for a few days…” Silence on the line, “But, uh, I’ll be around during the week. Sorry man, just weird timing."

“That’s no good man, that’s no good.” The Irish man replied , Arturs said nothing. “That’s no good, ya hear me?” He asked, a slight raise in his voice both in tone and aggression. Arturs was about to reply but the caller cut in front, “Arturs man, ya have ‘til six o’clock to have my money or I’m gon’a break your legs for ya, alright?”

“Calem. What do you fucking want? I’m not around for a few days, it’s not the end of the world man.”

“Ya said that last week ya bollocks!” The line went dead, the Irish man had hung up after his last exclamation, sick of listening to Arturs.

Arturs shook the phone little in his hand before slipping it into his pocket and finishing off getting ready, The truth is, he was a little short on the money he owed and that was the amount being talked about on the phone. Arturs cursed, leaving the bathroom, heading for the couch. He sat down and felt his body sink before he sat up to reach his ‘smoke box’ as he called it. Rolling papers, roach card, tobacco and of course the green in a zip lock plastic bag. He rolled up, taking his time and putting attention into making the joint, tapping the finished product off the coffee table before twisting the very paper left at the very tip and placed it and the bag in one of his jacket pockets. He threw it on, fixing the hoods on both as he left the apartment.

As he paced down the stairs he took out his phone to text Claire and Tasha, to let them know that he would meet them up there and was leaving now.

TO: Claire, Tasha
MESSAGE: Slight delay, will meet u guys up there.

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Location: En route to Anaheim
Interacting with:

There was always something about driving that grounded Arturs, it was probably that it gave him time to think, ponder over and formulate plans. He figured he’d make the money when he got back and just pay it up. After all, this was something that never or at worst very rarely happened to Arturs, he was always on time with the right amount. With Calem, usually the threat of violence was the way he went about things. Arturs knew the technique to his intimidation, your mister nice guy, whether you feign it or genuinely are a nice person, the buddy, chum, friend. It’s how quickly you turn from being that nice guy to roaring down their throats or threatening them with violence or worse is what gets them intimidated and then ninety percent will pay. The other ten percent, that’s usually were the threats of violence are executed. Arturs’ mind drifted to that time he was with Calem, a lad around his own age maybe a couple of years old, when he was exacting said threats of violence before but it wasn’t long before it slipped his mind.

It had only been a couple of weeks since Arturs met his new roommates and others in the group for first time. Claire and Tasha inviting him to Disneyland was a nice gesture considering he didn’t know all too much about them or them him, but he had gotten along with everyone he’d met so far. It took a while to get out of the city but he was glad to be on the open road now, he was looking forward to getting away from the city for a bit and told himself he was going to enjoy the excursion.

Buzz. Buzz. Arturs’ phone was going off again, it had been frequently vibrating in between the two front seats since he left. Obviously Calem had something to say, and ringing this many times, Arturs was just expecting another earful and more stress. He chose to ignore it again, and realizing he had been sitting in silence this whole time and switched on the radio. Flicking through the stations until he found one playing all sorts of rock he rapped his knuckles off the steering wheel

Driving for a while, a hitchhiker caught Arturs’ attention. The guy from a distance as he closed in, looked harmless. Scraggy hair and facial hair, tank top and shirt, jean shorts and runners, the large backpack by his side reminded Arturs of the time he went backpacking with a few of his mates back home, hitchhiking around the English countryside. Pulling onto the hard shoulder, Arturs lowered the window and nodded at the hitchhiker, just noticing his guitar case leaned against his backpack.

“Where you going?”

“Hey fella’! Thanks for pulling over, Anaheim, think you can help?” There was a friendly air about him, seemed like he had been here a while to and Arturs was already heading to Anaheim, it’d be better than listening to himself think.

“Fuck it, hop in.” He replied, a thin smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. The backpacker gave Arturs a thumbs up before opening the door putting his stuff on the back seats before getting in himself in the front. Arturs undid his seatbelt and leaned around his seat getting his jacket from the floor and placing it on the seat behind him along with the mans belongings.

“It’s a nice aroma.” The backpacker, whom Arturs had learnt was named Tomislav, teased about the smell of weed smoke in the car. Arturs looked at Tomislav briefly before putting his eyes back on the road?

“You smoke?” He quizzed, guessing he already knew the answer, “Grab my jacket for me.”

“Of course” Tomislav replied. drawing out the words, a mock voice when asked about smoking. He took the jacket from the back and let Arturs rummage the joint from the pocket before putting it down in the back again. Arturs lowered the window on his side a bit and looked for a lighter, leaning over Tomislav he opened the glove compartment and took the lighter from there.

It didn’t take long for Arturs to learn quite a bit about his passenger. Tomislav or Tomi as he preffered to be called was a Croatian man who had made a lot of money during boom years and lost it after the economic recession. He decided that he wanted to travel and see the world, but didn’t want to have to spend a lot of money (seeing as he had a lot less now). Backpacking was his answer and he had already traveled Europe and now was traveling the States, relying on Craigslist ads for places to stay or simply pitching his tent in a public park. His journey to the States alone was a cool story, he found his way over by offering to work on a trawler coming between somewhere in the middle-east and America. In return for working he had a place to stay on the ship as well as food and water. It turned out he had often worked or busked with his guitar to make ends meet and spend the rest of his time enjoying traveling, it was an incredible story which had Arturs feeling a little generous by the time they’d caught up to present day.

Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

@SmileyJaws It was me. I do the dumb a lot so if I ever don't make sense please just call me out on it. XDDD

It's Anaheim that we're heading to as far I'm aware so it's like... 7 hours to drive, say.

@Charnobylisk

Perfect, thanks!

Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

@SmileyJaws It's not empty, no. You're currently rooming with Universorum and Aewin's characters - Connor and Eva respectively.

And most everyone has left for Disneyland, at this point it's been so long since some people have posted so it's worth just imagining that they've all left and are on the road now. Not that you can't post your character leaving, just trying to let you know that those that haven't posted their characters leaving yet are just going to be imagined as having their characters having already left, haha. :P

@Charnobylisk

Okay cool. Sorry I should have explained better, I knew that he lived with people, I was just wondering if they were currently in the apartment or had already left. You answered that though as well I'll get to writing, just how long would it take to get to Disneyland? If it's a day drive then I'll be more likely to write about his leaving.

Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

You said people have already left for Disneyland? Just so I know and is the apartment Arturs lives in empty at the moment? Also, I'm going to be updating Arturs' CS as he progresses in the RP to fill in blanks, revelations and all that.