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Rangers of King's Wood [a medieval fantasy game]

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Smiles' Characters

_{Status: Active
RP: On the hunt, the Pokémon hunt}

Andreas Foster

Name: Andreas Foster

Age: 17

Appearance: "Everyone will know my name!"

Personality: Intelligent and reserved, Andreas is a good listener but a relatively quiet person. An introvert when younger; catching, training and battling Pokémon brought him out of his shell and taught him people skills. Andreas is most comfortable in silence and while he has a strong exterior is often brought down by his thoughts of inferiority and failure. Kind but firm, Andreas is no pushover as person or a trainer but is fair and understanding. A private bookworm, when alone he enjoys the company of his Pokémon and a good book although doesn't find as much time for it as he'd like. Andreas is ambitious and loyal and even on the road to achieving his own goals often puts others needs before his regardless of consequences.

Short History: A city boy born and raised, Andreas finds solace in the hustle and bustle of city life. Andreas was raised by a single mother during his childhood, his father had left with aspirations of becoming a Pokémon Master and never returned. Andreas doesn't find himself feeling bitter to his Father, instead he prefers to think that there was good reason for his abandonment and perhaps if not lost or dead, his Father achieved his dream and is looking for the family he left behind. Pokémon had always been a fascination of Andreas', his uncle a Pokémon Daycare owner is responsible for Andreas' introduction into the World of Pokémon and taught him much of what he now knows today about the creatures.

A trouble maker in adolescent years, especially around when Puberty hit, Andreas seemed to keep falling in with the wrong crowd. His mother always scolded him for his poor ability at picking friends. Mischief lead to petty crime which in turn could have gone down a much darker path if it wasn't for the six months Andreas spent living with his Uncle after being caught trying to break into a PokéMart with a local youth gang. It was at this point in time that it became clear to Andreas. He wanted more than to live and die in the same city, all his life doing the same stupid things with the same group of losers who at the bottom of his heart, Andreas knew were going nowhere. Like many at his tender age, he began exploring all the different options relating to Pokémon in his future, daycare work seemed honorable and he took a lot of inspiration from his Uncle. At the same time, there was a desire to be the best, catch every type of Pokémon and become a Pokémon Master. It wasn't until his first Gym battle some time later, where Andreas' first badge was earned that he knew he had found his calling. Andreas was to become a Gym Leader and then to further himself even more a League trainer and maybe even someday, one of the Elite Four.

Fighting 6:
Bulbasaur - Starter Pokémon
Abra - Most recent catch, excited for next and final evolution
Graveler - First caught Pokémon to evolve
Poliwag - Possibly his least trusting Pokémon, abandoned by its previous trainer
Pidgey- This was his first catch
Sandslash - Most recent evolution

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Smiles' Characters

_{Status: Inactive
RP: The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]}

Balian and Ruehar

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

Smiles' Characters

_{Just a safety deposit box of my active and not so active characters.}

[HACKER] Dirty. Filthy. Rich. [MxF] [18+] [Seeking F]

Money doesn't change you, it simply reveals who you are

🅽🅾 🆂🆈🆂🆃🅴🅼 🅸🆂 🆂🅰🅵🅴

2011, millions of people fall victim to identity theft, this year alone hackers will steal 19 billion dollars - it could be happening to you, right now. What is a hacker? Someone who breaks into protected computer systems, gains access to sensitive information or can change the course of political events. The majority assume this doesn't affect them, but it does. Anybody can become a victim, even the most average person, more specifically - their wallet. They aren't only interested in information, they want your money, passwords and encryption won't protect you. Even now, someone on the other side of the world could be spending your money, their network is vast and has it's reach everywhere, they are a people with their own rule of law and their own secrets. Some people within the community look for a little more, if you can make money and cause a little chaos, why not? Right?

In the real world, maybe you were a zero among ones, some kind of flying weirdo is what they'd call you. But on the net you felt a sense of belonging. Hacking is like magic - in the sense that they're both about deceiving people. Of course the community has it's people the exact opposite. Self-confident, charismatic, a winner. These were the types who would tell you never to not always hide behind your computer because man's the main flaw in security. Making their money on the black market aside from credit card and all other types of fraud and theft. Some people figured the more audacious they were, the more they could achieve. Hacking everything and anything they could get their hands on. To these people the rush was like a drug, a fix they needed almost like a junkie reliving their last high. Some people just never knew when to stop. But everything has a consequence.

Looking for one long-term RP partner who's interested in the premise to undertake a story with me. We can work out details in a PM. I'm hoping to do this through threads as I prefer to keep my RPs in specific places. 18+ because it'll cover dark themes, I'm not too pushed on romance but I don't have any issues with including it in the RP, same goes for smut although that'll have to be kept to PM, can take it or leave it if I'm honest.

The story will follow our characters as they progress deeper into this world and become as the title suggests, dirty, filthy rich. I want this to be progressive so the RP will begin before they are loaded and whatever else and follow the journey.

Like I said already we can go over plot, characters and details more in PM so either send a message my way or leave your interest here and I'll get back to you. Note; I'm looking for active players who can post at least once every 3 days with daily preferred, I'm no grammar nazi but expect a decent level and depending on how active a post count 2-8 paragraphs per post. If you think you're up for it and the RP interests you, I look forward to talking with you.

As for protagonists I was thinking we could double up, there are a few key characters I want to get covered including;
• The software junkie – They can find a bug in any application, friends refer to them as ‘crazy since always'.
• The hardware freak – Give them a paperclip and a motherboard and they’ll build you anything you want.
• The code monkey – Machine code and languages, something easy to say you know but harder to prove. But they're nothing to this keyboard wizard.

Working Character Idea

_{This is just an example and not to be taken as a definitive approach.}

A & B knew each other in a past life - that being their teenage years, not anything supernatural in case you were wondering. One thing to note about growing up in a small town of 30,000 is that everybody seems to know everybody; and social cliques are more prevalent in (especially among teens) because of it. Life goes on and they say you don't stay friends with those you knew in school. College or Uni comes along and life kind of sweeps you off your feet.

The two were never best friends but had known each other through friends and hung out quite often when they were younger. Finishing school the two went their separate ways moving to other ends of the country to study. Fate has a funny way of working however and when done with their studies whether in an institute or the university of life both found themselves back in small town. New circles the two meet again online, specifically on the same dark-web forum, a collective of people with special interests in programming or code of differing expertise. Some people in the online gathering made some serious dough while others had made huge statements, the really good ones had made some serious money on it too. A & B meet in person, with their own agendas the RP will focus on the story from this point on where the two delve deeper and are welcomed to the underground and the rekindling of a friendship. Romance can be involved or not, depending on how we work it out.

New Earth 2050 [EDEN] [Apply Inside!]

I'm not sure what has happened to @LetsFly, I suppose if we don't hear from her in the next day or two we'll move along. I'll post for Tommy either later tonight or tomorrow!

@Americore @Zora @Grammatik

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@Azaria BlueLooks Good! Stick it in the character tab and I'll put you into approved. Welcome aboard. [:

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@Ashevelendar No problemo! Sorry, odd couple days. Hopefully we get some more posts in soon!

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@Ashevelendar Don't worry about it aha! Nice post.

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@Doc Doctor@Grammatik

”Try askin' Stevie Boy 'bout the Engineer!”

Yuri had stopped by one of the many brothels, leaning against the corner of an alley, checking in on news when he stumbled upon the private conversation. He kept his back turned on the duo, he couldn’t quite make out what the second man was saying with the hushed tone he was enforcing. He turned his head back over his shoulder, leaning his body more as the taller of the pair dragged the other male in an apron some kind of cook down the alley. They were caught up in each other and probably didn’t notice him glancing.

Waiting for them to have turned a corner further on he jogged down, trying to stay light footed. He approached the corner cautiously, just catching sight of them as they turned another corner, the gaunt, taller male with large rim glasses was firing out subtle and quiet threats as they made their way deeper through the back streets. A couple passed him, firing glances that Yuri was too preoccupied to notice, shoulder pressed against the wall watching at the two he was now trailing walked further on. He had an arrangement but figured possible information on the Engineer could be useful, guy seemed popular.

Yuri continued to follow discreetly behind from a distance until they came at a stop by a building in the process of restructuring. “What alternative have I got, huh? You're puttin' me through the wringer for nothin'!" Yuri closed the distance to within earshot of the discussion. He crouched, leaning his back against a metal barricade. Xil Gil, Yuri racked his brain for what Xillian Giles would want with the Engineer. He didn’t know much about Giles but had heard stories, his handlers would probably be interested in something like this. It wouldn’t get him a pardon, but maybe some kind of road to a get out clause. He took out his phone from his pocket and started recording what was happening, occasionally hugging tighter to the wall when one or the other would look his direction, not wanting to draw attention to himself. He caught the whole show on camera, whatever Giles had done to that guy, him falling and getting stuck in a box, the detainee frozen to the spot, knowing if he ran it’d be just prolonging a game over, a dead man walking. He ended the recording right as Xillian was brushing himself down after having shoved the box off across the side street.

“Fuck.” Yuri muttered under his breath, inaudible to anyone but himself, turning off the display and slipping the device away. He stood up and quietly pressed his back to the barricade, listening in for any hints. It seemed like Giles was about to talk when a gunshot echoed between the walls either side funneling through the alley. The pairs attention were drawn that direction and Yuri took the opportunity to move a little closer planning to take cover by a dumpster just up the way A hooded woman came running past, for fear of sight falling onto him Yuri dived the final distance between him and the dumpster, unsure if the commotion and noise of the woman’s running had covered that of him scuffle along the ground.

At first Yuri was going to go for his gun, but decided to leave the idea he was unarmed come into play, if he had been detected.