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Heyo,

I'm a twenty-four year old Canadian social worker. I'm always up for running with any RP idea, but my favourites have always been high-fantasy, industrial/magic settings, hard sci-fi (ala Asimov and A.C. Clarke), and political intrigue. My schedule is busy, but certainly not busy enough to not respond to any PMs or posts within two or three days.

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Rory Sebastian Fisher

blood status:
Muggle-Born

age:
11: Birthday October 7th

gender:
Male

personality and history:
Rory was born into a working class family in the Glasgow suburb of Paisley. His father is a butcher at the local supermarket, and his mother has worked on and off part-time at a string of convenience stores. Her health issues have chronically caused her to lose work and fall back on social security, which meant that growing up the pulse of the family was often directly related to how bad Rory's mother's nerve pain was that particular day. With his father working overtime most days to support three children, Rory (as the oldest) found himself from age six or seven to be having to complete a lot of household chores such as fixing himself meals and cleaning up after dinner. Rory's father is not unloving, but was necessarily distant because of irregular work hours and often overcompensated by “overparenting” his children when he could find time, inserting guidance and admonitions where they were not necessarily needed or required. His father also struggled with an alcohol dependence that was rarely violent but still further impaired his ability to foster trusting relationships with his children. Thus, Rory grew up in a family where he often had to take care of his younger siblings, while just as often fighting them for the finite attention of their parents.

His early social environment was heavily mediated by the lack of emotional support in his family, but luckily Rory found some support from the teachers at his school. Though the school was an underfunded inner-city institution with a mostly working-class demographic, his year one teacher took a great liking to Rory and often spent more time with him than he did the other students, regularly checking in on the young child to make sure he was managing okay in school. Thanks to that and a relatively middle-of-the-road experience in terms of popularity, Rory got along quite well in primary school and tended to finish solidly above average in terms of grades. As he aged, Rory took a bit of an interest in sports such as football, but his smaller stature often disqualified him from the position he most wanted to play, which is goalkeeper. He was most interested in that position because something about being the last line of defense for his team really spoke to him and made him feel needed and valued by others when he made an unexpected save.

However, Rory has also been exposed to the realities of child poverty, including going hungry at mealtimes and facing systematic food insecurity, missing out on regular health checkups, being somewhat malnourished, and struggling to afford proper school supplies. He benefits from being the older child, as many of his old clothes are handed down to his brothers, but he still often looks with jealousy at the clothes that other children wear to school. He often has to be clever and a bit deceitful in order to look out for himself, such as using tricks to get extra food at the school lunch line so he can save some for dinner, or crafting cover stories for his location when he's hanging out with the older boys. Rory is not therefore not completely innocent to violence, substance misuse, or poverty, but it is important to remember that he is young and still part of a loving if struggling family that provides him with some degree of love and support.

When it comes to his personality, Rory has inherited his father's work ethic, but often conflates hard working with effective working, and can get easily frustrated and discouraged when hard work doesn't pay off. In the primary school system, he worked a little bit with the school counselor to get better at setting goals, but he still dreams very big and is crushingly disappointed when those dreams don't come true. However, Rory bounces back very quickly from disappointment, despite being extremely emotive, and is quick to latch onto solutions or the “next big thing” that provides him with an opportunity to be positive. These cycles of manic excitement to extreme disappointment and frustration to a return to excitement and work define Rory's daily experience, and make him an effective (if erratic) student. It is also a learned behaviour that exemplifies Rory's resilience in the face of his situation – though he has internalized some negative messages about his background, he is constantly looking for the silver lining, and has been a great help to his family because of that.

When it comes to interpersonal relationships, Rory comes on quite strong. He's used to having only short periods of time in which to interact or engage in reciprocal displays of affection, so he tries to get as much done in as short a period of time as possible. Only some of this is a learned behaviour; Rory's mother and father both have very intense personalities and opinions, and Rory inherited that characteristic. He is upfront, often boisterous, and seeks to create emotional response to his actions, such as laughter at his jokes or friends congratulating him on a success. He desperately craves long-term friendship, and often needs continued signs of friendship and affection over time to feel more comfortable.

Finally, despite his intense nature, Rory does keep many things very secret and intentionally does not tell people about information about himself or his situation that he feels might give other people power over him. For example, while growing up he learned not to mention certain facts about his home life while at school to avoid a child protection investigation, and he holds onto secrets like a vise. Ultimately, this means that those who are attentive will note that though Rory talks quite a bit, very little of what he says is overly specific or revealing about himself.

appearance:
At first glance, Rory is a stick of a boy, shorter than average and with not very much meat on his bones. To any medical professional, it is evident that he is slightly malnourished though not necessarily underfed, and that he has received minimal medical attention over the years. In particular, his teeth are slightly uneven; while not hideously out of place, he is a child that could definitely have benefited from braces but never got them. Rory has a brownish black mop of hair on his head that easily curls into ringlets and is impossible to keep straight the second he steps outside into a wind. His irises are a dark blue, with some darker-coloured specks in them, and his nose is set a little bit higher than the average.

As a young teenager, he is gangly and his limbs look a bit out of place, but are not otherwise noticeable; he has the build of a much stockier child, and will likely fill that out over the years if he eats more. He is Caucasian, with the complexion of a child who gets sunburnt often and so ends up with patches of slightly redder skin around his nose and neck, but otherwise lacks freckles or distinguishing birthmarks. He has a small, almost unnoticeable scar on his left ear where he tripped and fell into a barbed wire fence while playing as a young child.

Rory has become more self conscious of how skinny he is, and if left up to him his clothing would all be baggy enough to conceal his frame. Luckily enough for him, his clothes are relatively baggy already, being bought to also fit Rory's younger brother who despite being a year and a half younger is almost bigger than Rory. Given this, Rory usually defaults to thin hooded jumpers that look less out of place on him, t-shirts, and denim trousers.

wand material:
Rory's wand is made of yew wood, with a unicorn hair as the core, 11in in length, and supple. It is otherwise undecorated, but the grain of the wood creates a very prominent swirling pattern on the wand. As wands go, it is reliable, consistent, very resistant to damage, and holds a surprising capacity for channelling magical energy. However, it lacks the flashy pop and almost intuitive responsiveness of wands with other cores, and as a result only gives out exactly what is put into it.

boggart:
Rory's boggart is himself, standing alone and friendless, whispering to him about how he's let everyone down. This is related to Rory's genuine fear of being left alone. He hates the feeling of not having anyone to turn to or verify his opinions or actions, but most of all fears the contempt or rejection of other people. This is a substantial fear to the point that Rory struggles to apologize to others out of fear of their rejection, and takes a very long time to discuss the 'secrets' about himself or others that his brain holds on lock-down. It's important to distinguish between that and social anxiety, as Rory is fine in most social situations, even the centre of attention in many, but struggles with particular social situations that he feels put him at risk of ostracization.

other:
Nothing, as of yet! I've yet to work out exactly how his family reacted to the letter, but I've got a few ideas. They'll most likely be supportive, if perplexed and even a little angry. Rory is also definitely going to be on a scholarship for poor students.
Alrighty! Here's my submission, hope you folks like him. Y'all need more Muggles.

On the question of how many participants, I'd think that there's no problem having students that are involved with the other students but come and go in terms of importance (i.e. Cedric Diggory, Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, Oliver Wood, etc.) I'm going to assume that there will be characters that people will play that will be posting quite a bit, but I don't think that means that they preclude opportunities for those of us who work a lot (boo work) to be able to contribute once or twice weekly as needed. Correct me if I'm wrong, of course!

I am positively thrilled, folks. Now I just need to get a character made. I will, perhaps, not go overboard on personality, both to give some room for writing, but also keeping in mind that puberty and adolescence is a thing that will surely change things as well. I promise not to write *too much* angst. (Can there ever really be enough teenage angst though? Really? ... Yes. Yes there can.)

Expect something later tonight!

Also, a question for future consideration, but certainly relevant for my character - if I'm writing a Muggleborn who is 11 in 2017, that means that they were born in 2005-6, in a digital age. Insofar as kids (such as the ones I work with) are growing up even more in touch with computers and tech than I was, how does that affect the transition to wizard life? Furthermore, how is enhanced surveillance technology affecting the Wizard Statute of Secrecy? ... I realize suspension of disbelief, so if the answer is "magic, yo", I'll accept it, but there needs to be a convincing way to separate the two worlds, in an age where everything is getting closer together.
KABOOOOMMM

Yeah, so, we'll be firing pitch from the walls for a bit. Feel free to proceed with whatever foray shenanigans you folks feel like. :)
Puffing his way up to where the Boss was, Rassmata reached the battlements where Kavu was standing. Dropping the heavy barrel of pitch on the ground between them, he focused his gaze upon the catapult, murmuring to himself about the state the humans left it in. Rapping his knuckles on the pitch, he smiled.

"Whole thing of pitch, Boss. Lot more where that came from in the cellar of this place." Rassmata cocked his head as he glanced at the human army approaching, and said, "I'd say we start giving the bunnies some of this as a gift, yeah Boss?"

Kavu shook his head in amazement, his head already whirling with plans to incorporate this new development. To be fair, most of those plans consisted of 'boom, dead bunnies'; it was hard to add any degree of finesse to burning pitch. He was glad that at least one of his underlings had shown initiative in this affair in doing a preliminary inventory of the castle's armory while he'd been occupied hauling supplies into cover, but perhaps he should have expected this from Rassmata. After all, the other Orc was a member of the Chosen just like him. Kavu nodded in approval, and set about clearing a brief workspace.

“By my father's tusks, Rassmata, you dirty bunny-lover, I'd say you earned yourself several mugs of ale when this is all done. Solid work. Go ahead and prime this barrel, this bunny-made piece of dung needs some replacement gears.”

Kavu left the room in a hustle, grunting to himself as he rushed down the stairs faster than he had come up them. He has glad that he had left his own gear easily accessible, or he could have spent precious minutes clearing a path through the assembled wagons. Even now, he saw the unmistakable figure of Tall Shadow standing amongst a group of Orcs on the far side of the courtyard near the sally-port, which he inferred meant they were about to attempt an attack. He grunted once more to verbalize his annoyance – he wanted to avoid any collateral. Grabbing a passing pike by the arm, Kavu conscripted the unfortunate Orc into being an impromptu messenger; he wanted Half-Face to avoid engaging the right flank of the enemy siege camp, as that was closest to their newly acquired catapult. With his duty done, Kavu returned to the task of finding his tools. Now where did he leave that replacement cog...

- - - - -

Meanwhile, Rassmata was working on the barrel. Reaching into his apron, he drew out his tool pouch, and set upon the barrel, saying to himself,

"How can we make this explode more?"

After a few minutes of tinkering, Rassmata heard the sound of Kavu's voice over the shouts and cries of the battle as the bunnies tried to advance their ladders to the wall. Rushing down the stairs to help Kavu carry the heavy box of tools, Rassmata took some of the weight onto his shoulders, letting out small puffs of breath on each step of the way up. Deftly navigating the box off of his broad shoulders and laying it gently upon the ground, Rassmata burst into a rapid drone to Kavu concerning his alterations.

"Drilled a hole into the side, and mixed in some black powder to give that extra kick and some of those magnesium flakes we found last week, so it'll be making for some vurrrry toasty bunnies once it's struck. Plugged the hole up with rope, and we can use that as the fuse. I'd say we launch this at one of their own siege units, make a pleasant bonfire outta, or you could always getem when they crowded round another, break the charge up, yeah? Wish we gots more time cause coulda dug up the sand in the courtyard and used it to make a nice treat for the sally port, yeah? Burning sand is good stuff, not exploding but still good stuff."

Kavu shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind. The dwarf-trained Orc was undoubtedly skilled, but he talked at an incredible pace and it made the more methodical Orc's brain hurt. Thinking took time. However, he got the general idea, and grunted in acknowledgment to the other Orc's comments.

“Aye, that's what we'll do. Get 'dis here cog switched, and put a plank on the lobbing arm... yeah, that'll do nicely. Finish gettin' that barrel primed, aye?” Kavu turned his head from his observation of the catapult to observe the other Orc's response.

"Hurmm... this one is all set to blow...” Rassmata paused briefly, glancing down at the lone barrel in front of him. “We could use some more barrels though, a nice human is downstairs, he knows where they are... I'ma get 'em". Turning quickly and rumbling down the battlements, Rassmata had a childish look on his face of unadulterated joy. Kavu shook his head and muttered to himself about bunny incompetence and overeager Orcs as he set about forcefully changing the parts on the machine. He was so engrossed in his work that he barely noticed when Rassmata's voice cut through the din of battle.

"Boss! I got four more of these barrels! The Tuskers won't even need to put on their armor, fight'll be done before it starts!"

Rushing up the stairs with two barrels hoisted between each arm, Rassmata dropped them heavily next to the completed barrel, and is gone before Kavu can speak, running back down the stairs and returns into the castle again. Kavu paused for a brief moment to stare at the newly arrived barrels, then went back to nailing a plank of wood onto the arm of the catapult as reinforcement. After a couple minutes, Kavu stood up and grunted at the ugly apparatus in front of him. It was not a pretty weapon, but it should work. Accuracy was over-rated anyhow. The quartermaster took ahold of the rear of the contraption, and with a might shove began to move it out into the open, careful to keep his head down as he pushed the catapult out of the shelter of the turret and onto an open platform nearby.

Bursting out of the castle again, Rassmata returned to Kavu standing with the catapult, the last two barrels of pitch under his arm. The quartermaster had already cranked the catapult to its firing position, and was currently hefting the barrel of pitch into the slot. Rassmata dropped the barrels nearby and helped Kavu give the final push that primed the catapult for firing. He gestured towards the nearby barrels,

"I'll give the rest of em the same treatment as the first, sound good, Boss?"

Kavu nodded. “Aye, but first we'll see if your work was good. I think I've got it aimed at their lines, so all you've gotta do is light the fuse. I swear, if this blows up in my face, Rassmata, I'll hunt you down from the nine hells themselves...” Kavu grinned, his broken tusk making his amusement a little more sinister than the quartermaster likely intended.

Rassmata nodded. “No chance of that, Boss. Lets fry some bunnies!” He retrieved some flint and tinder from his kit and spent a precious few seconds casting sparks over the dry rope until some sparks finally caught. Moving quickly to hold onto the far side of the catapult, Rassmata and Kavu waited until the flame reached the edge of the barrel before the latter slammed down on the release lever and the catapult shot forward with a jolt that threw both of the Orcs to the ground. Two nearby Spikes were momentarily distracted from the battle by the elaborate nature of Kavu's cursing.

The Quartermaster's cursing came to an abrupt end, however, when he heard the almighty bang that signified that the barrel had exploded mid-air, raining burning pitch down upon the bunny ranks below. A quick glance over the battlement showed that they had fallen far short of the bunny siege camp, but Kavu satisfied himself with the fact that he'd hit part of the right flank's front lines with tar and shrapnel. The screams of the bunnies warmed the small part of his heart that still resented the jibes and kicks of his childhood. Turning to Rassmata, Kavu grinned his lopsided smile.

“Alright, 'mata, load up the next one. Attempt two...”

((Thanks to @Sypherkhode822 for the collab!))
@DeadBeatWalking

Obviously, there's lots of interest already, but I would be interested as well, likely in what you originally proposed, i.e. a long term RP following youth through their seven years of education. Besides, it'd be entertaining to roleplay the slightly addled judgements of a kid going through puberty while trying to save the world.
I'll assume the castle has a Sally port. What castle doesn't?


Almost certainly going to be watched though, so will still require speed to be unseen. Speed, trickery, or a diversion. An exploding diversion. If you want to also collab a loud boom of some kind from across the battlefield, I can happily make sure that happens in the collab between @Sypherkhode822 and I.
True facts. Can we hash out exactly what the attacking siege looks like? HeySeuss mentioned the ladders in the initial post, and I mentioned a ballista, but beyond that it's as of yet unclear. If they're a much larger attacking force, they're likely to press the attack in several spots, meaning that they'd have a ram or two deployed going for the gate, and likely one or two batteries of two-three ballistae/rock throwers of some kind near the back. The reason I'm suggesting all ballistas is because if this is a castle that Ren Arad would like to keep, he's unlikely to seek to damage the walls more than he has to in an attack, and is more likely to focus his attack on scaling the walls and breaking the already weakened front gate.

Thus, I'm proposing that the siege that he does have is more anti-personnel than anything else, and needs to be taken out for a sortie to be undertaken or even a fully effective defense of the ramparts. To that end, it looks like Kavu will try to repurpose some damaged defensive artillery that wasn't used in the initial defense, and I'm sure Rassmata can devise some explosive trickery to damage one of the batteries. My plan is to leave it up to some of the other characters to use their own skills to silence the remaining ballista, while Kavu then moves down to join the main defending force on the field.

Also, I introduced junior Quartermaster Narvek, a rather dour and short-tempered Orc, who Kavu sent to supervise the work crew helping with the gates. If you're over there, you're welcome to use the NPC. Consistency and such, after all. @Sypherkhode822, if you want to collab on the lolorcishartillery explosions post, let me know!
Kavu wiped the sweat from his brow as he helped Narvek haul the final supply wagon into the shadow of the central keep's structure. The non-combatants among the campers had been rapidly and chaotically evacuated into the relative safety of the inner keep, both to ensure their protection from projectiles and to keep them out of the way of the combat operations of the rest of the company. However, space was limited; the keep had hardly been designed to hold a force of over a thousand combatants, much less a thousand Orcish combatants and their entire supply train. All of the supplies were currently being kept on the far side of the courtyard from the breach, with an emergency medical station established just inside the inner keep for those who had been injured in the initial assault. However, the priority for Kavu was long-term survival, and thus Kavu and one of his junior Quartermasters had taken over coordinating the impromptu storage of tons of foodstuffs and supplies, attempting to complete the impossible task of trying bring all the Company's wagons and pack animals inside the safety of the walls before the approaching army could seize them. Luckily, they had been modestly successful, only abandoning a few of the older and straggling wagons and pack animals in favour of ensuring the safety of the rest. Unfortunately, Kavu estimated at a glance that they had lost almost a week of food supplies. Thus, palpable relief showed on his face when he heard the bunny horns sounding the attack; a prolonged siege would have been a disaster for the Company and exhausted their remaining supplies.

Waving his hand dismissively, Kavu gestured for Narvek join the other camper volunteers in bolstering the damaged gates with scrap wood and stone. Normally, he would requisition a squad of Pikes from Half-Face for the task, but with the Pikes rushing to secure the wall breach and remove the ramp that had initially allowed Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi access to the keep, Kavu had pressed some of the artisans and teamsters attached to the supply train into service as a makeshift work crew. With Narvek watching over them, they would be sure to work quickly and efficiently; the junior Orc Quartermaster's nigh-legendary temper with slackers was occasionally joked to surpass that of Half-Face. Kavu grinned lopsidedly as he tightened the knot holding a mule to recently planted post. A fearsome reputation did have its uses in time-sensitive situations, and he took advantage of Narvek's almost as much as he utilized his own.

Confident, at least for the moment, that his duties to the supply train were fulfilled, Kavu turned and headed for the ramparts. Overhead, he could hear the sounds of commands being tossed back and forth between warbands as Orcs rushed to their posts. Though he'd managed to get a general sense of the situation from the scouts who'd reported the approach of Ren Arad's troops, his mind was still whirling with the implications. He didn't doubt Radush's approach in keeping the bunny girl alive, but witnessing that conference had given him some severe misgivings about the safety of their long-term contract with Ren Arad. Clearly, those doubts had been confirmed. Still, he'd barely had enough time to secure the supply train, nevermind deploying work teams to shore up defenses and deploy defensive siege. Thus, Kavu's usual role coordinating the back lines in a battle was quickly becoming irrelevant. He grunted in frustration as he climbed the narrow steps to the ramparts two at a time, shoving a novice Pike out of the way who was taking too long to get to the top. Not a second after Kavu's feet hit the top step of the ramparts, a poorly aimed ballista bolt whistled past where Kavu's head had been just moments before. This did not improve Kavu's mood, and he made his anger known by kicking open the door to the nearby corner turret as he ran for cover. The cursed bunnies had ballistae and were wasting them shooting at moving targets on the ramparts? It would almost be insulting if Kavu didn't know that they would become a real threat once the siege masters of the approaching army got their evidently twitchy crews under control.

It was then that Kavu spied, out of the corner of his eye, a potential tool. Sure, it was old and clearly human made as opposed to the... "refined" elvish designs - Kavu refused to call them elegant - but it would do the trick. Would certainly save him time as opposed to taking half an hour to set up the Company's own siege equipment. It was just a question of why it hadn't been used in staving off the initial attack. Kavu aggressively pushed passed the nearby Spikes assembling in the tower, moving to take a closer look at the crude catapult. Ah. That was the problem; a broken gear in the cranking mechanism. Kavu grunted to himself again as he scratched his head in thought. He was positive that he'd salvaged similar gears in the past... if he could retrieve it and get this catapult operational, it could be wheeled out to the wall and put into use. And he knew just the Orc to provide the right ammunition. Unfortunately, his usual team was distributed all over the keep; it would be quite the effort to round them up.

Kavu grunted again as his frustration got the better of him. Improvisation was annoying; if he'd had even another hour to prepare a defence, his familiar heavy crossbows and mangonels could have been unpacked and used to slow the rate at which the attacking bunnies could have got their siege weapons established. Ugh. At least the bunnies were predictably underestimating the Orcs - from what he could see from the tower, they'd placed their siege weapons just within an accurate striking distance of the walls, likely assuming that the Company had no way of retaliating. Well. Maybe they'd learn just how intuitive Orcs with a purpose and access to the right tools could be. Turning on his heel, Kavu rushed out of the tower. He needed to find Rassmata.

"Rassmata!" Kavu bellowed as he descended the steps. "Ulgor! Warbesk! To me! We've got work to do."
Posted - I made a Quartermaster character with a history of having been involved in Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi from early on. Not sure what Koloch's personality is like re: the last paragraph of my history, but I figured that encountering a well-spoken and experienced Orc travelling with a human caravan would have at least piqued his interest enough to recognize Kavu's potential utility. As always, is just a first draft, so always welcome feedback so I can make the odd change here and there.

With regard to existing character, Kavu is likely to feel:

Nargesh: unlikely to interact in more than a professional sense (unless, I guess, he ends up wanting to strap a ballista to her so she can carry it and still fire? I jest.) Still, Kavu doesn't shy away from combat, and has the "brains" that you were talking about. Regardless, am interested to see Nargesh's character depth come out in the story. =)

Half-face: Likely went through the Pikes under him, before graduating and eventually rising up to near the same rank, just in the supply-side of the army. His particular preference for logistics is likely to lead to a few heated debates between the two when it comes to tactics, especially given Kavu's conservatism.

Dakgu: Kavu would likely pressure him to record his knowledge on warg-care and warfare for archival purposes so that it can be standardized and taught at greater speed and efficiency to other Orcs. Other than that, likely just a professional relationship.

Grolan: Would probably get along fine with another Orc who can likely read and write, as well as use a larger vocabulary.

Hallar: Likely purely professional relationship.

Einark: Unsure.

Regardless, would be happy to build more in-depth histories if anyone is interested pre the start of the IC.
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