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Sticks And Stones [Post-Apoc/High Fantasy Hybrid]

@Superboy Aeriabella is complete. I will get that writing sample to you tomorrow morning hopefully. :)

@Grape

Alright, sounds good! Aeria's looks great. Just get that sample to me whenever you're able to and then I can accept her.

Sticks And Stones [Post-Apoc/High Fantasy Hybrid]

Blood red! It's simply BLOOD RED!!!

N. Kramer - Living on borrowed time.

"Pray the lord, my soul to keep."

Name: Nicholas Armetian Jullian Matthius Kramer
Aliases: Nick for short - is it that fucking hard!?

Gender: Male.
Age: Twenty-five

Race/Ethnicty: German-American.
Place of Origin: Salyia Triumvirate

Occupation: Formerly a Jester, currently a mercenary.

Height: Six foot one.
Weight: 195 pounds

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Some scars on his body, please dont touch them...
Day To Day Attire: Various, rags one day to armor. Depends what hand he is dealt, usually, rags lets be honest here guys.

Strengths:

• Silver tongue - talk talk talk talk, do you ever shut up..? Woah that was a good joke maybe you aren't so bad...
• Slippery - years of running helped when it came to losing people
• I play dirty - sand to the eyes, kick to the groin man what a bitch fighter.
• Connections - forming a last bonding is a key skill to have in a broken eats human world

Weaknesses:

• Bridges, burnt! - why do you all have swords
• Magic sucks - i just dont like magic, wizards and witches just aren't what they are cut out to be.
• Paranoid - are you sure i dont know you from somewhere
• Greedy - money first, this rat has to eat
• Pride - trust me when it comes to this, i'm simply the best
• Damned - i always feel like i'm going nowhere
• Unorganized - i never can hold onto something, not even my clothes.

All things important!:

• Worn Jester's hat: A jester's hat, keeping it class san diego.
• Steel dagger: A gift from a dead guy, thanks dead guy.
• Raggedy clothing: Tragedy, lost my clothes to a roadside whore - such is life.
• Bone Necklace: This is made from the people I've killed... Beware me. Truly, the best souvenir I've bought.
• Leather backpack: All things important inside, warning prone to being worn.

Ever leave someone for dead?

That was probably the worst side of me that could show, I didn't want to leave him but also at the same time I wanted to live. Morals are a bitch but no one ever taught me ethics, it just comes to you naturally. That's what my fans say about comedy, magic casters and nobles they pay a lot to laugh. I coulden't imagine being them, bored out of their minds - how sad. I use to put on a show for people, with my friend Zach but after fighting some angry guys they fucked up Zach and I bailed out.

Great friend right, I look up to the stars and think man why was that guy such a loud mouth. I should mention Zach came after me with some angrier people, they always keep me on the move. I should thank him, he taught me how to run for my life which these days seems like a life skill everyone needs. I've been all over the kingdoms, just not the south. I can't seem to find a place to settle down, make enough money or enjoy. I've been told I live on a motor, I'm an adventurer I go where the money goes and I like to live fast - that's not a lot to ask for.

Yet, I'm living my life in fear, woe is me.. The tragic bard. The gods don't favor me, I've never been religious but I'd like to say there is a force above us since Joe, Jill and Jack can shoot fire or turn water to wine. I'm not much of a people person ironically enough. It's just a mask I wear, making people laugh but I do what the people want of me - I'm a pushover, a people pleaser. I relish some of the moments I've spent in comedy, but no more. I'm tired of getting by, I should be applying myself differently - will all these wars and conflicts kicking off I'd rather not sit in the middle cracking jokes. It's fun to make fun of something grim.

Going east I ended up in Praetor City, what a shit hole the women were ok but I've been robbed twice so far. There is the promise of a good job coming up soon, maybe I'll find something suitable and try to act the part and get a position. Something sinister, I always have a sinister feeling about everything maybe I'm depressed but I know if I don't fix up my act then it will be my last.

Hello, my name is Dead man walking - Nick for short, how do you do?

@DeadDrop

Nicholas Kramer is accepted, feel free to move him over to the Character Tab.

Henri

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Henri Jhones

Beware the old man in a world where men die young

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Character Summary

Name: Henri Jhones
Aliases: The Black Mountain, Hammer Hands, Old Man

Gender: Male
Age: 65

Race/Ethnicty: First Nations (Haida)/Scandinavian & African American
Place of Origin:The Principality of Porlan (A small city-state near the southern border of the Salyia Triumvirate)

Occupation: Mercenary, Bodyguard, Farm Hand, Archer, Bounty/Game Hunter

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Character Attributes

Height: 6’7”
Weight: 290 lbs
Appearance: His skin is as brown as freshly tilled soil, and his eyes are so dark that they are almost black. Once he had a full head of thick black hair that he kept tied in a braid, but now there is so little on his head that he just keeps it shaved. Despite the lack of hair on his head, he still proudly sports a thick iron grey beard.

Scars: The most prominent are, the lash marks across his back (Punishment for starting a brawl without provocation), the burn marks on his left leg (From a fire pot thrown during the assault on a brigand camp) and the cut from the right corner of his mouth to half way across his right cheek (Sneezed while using his camp knife as a fork).
Piercings: He has a single piercing in his left ear, a piece of antler bone from his first successful hunt.
Day To Day Attire:
His base layer is an old tunic, some rough spun pants and a set of well-worn leather boots. All of his clothes show signs of being well used and often repaired.

Strengths:

• Armsman: Given that he’s been a wandering ‘strong man for hire’ for decades now, he’s a pretty deft hand at most weapons
• Patience: Hunting game to feed a town might never make one rich, but it’s a steady income…assuming you’re calm enough to actually track and catch your prey.
• Strong Man: Even as old as he is, with the life he’s led, Henri is still a phenomenally strong man.

Weaknesses:

• Time: He’s not the young man he once was. Things hurt more than they should, more often.
• Heights: After getting tree’d by a pack of feral dogs, and then nearly falling out of said tree, he likes his feet firmly on the ground and well away from anything like a large drop.
• Bees: He gets stung, he’s dead…so far so good though.

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Possessions

Items Of Note:

• Sleeve-less Long Coat: He wears a metal re-enforced coat over his other gear as armour, though it does trade protection for ease of movement and long term wear ability.
• Stout Shield: A simple round shield, made from sturdy wooden planks and forged iron.
• Fir’mans Ax: An Old World axe that Henri found during an expedition into some smaller ruins many years back. He paid handsomely to have a blacksmith clean it up as best he could and then mount it on a new handle.
• War Bow and arrows: A huge war bow that is nearly impossible for anyone but him to draw.
• Travellers Pack: A wooden framed, leather and cloth pack to carry what he need while on the move.

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History

Henri grew up on a small homestead not far from Porlan with his father, a wood cutter and hunter by trade; his mother died of a wasting sickness when he was very young and he has little memory of her. Life wasn’t easy, but it was good, and from the beginning his size and strength made the hard jobs easier. By the time he was 15 he was larger than all the boys his age and quite a few of the men.

Learning his tradecraft at his father’s side, life was good until one week his father failed to come home after going out to check trap lines. After waiting a day or so extra, in case his father had merely been delayed, Henri set out to search the trap line; it took the better part of a week but he did find his father. Nothing nefarious, no attack by brigands or savaged by wild beasts…simply a miss step on a steep hill had caused his father to tumble down the slope, only to be stopped by a large rock that broke his neck.

He carried his father’s body home and buried him in the same small glade where his mother had been buried so many years earlier. Henri tried to keep on working as he had been, on the times that he went into Porlan, those that had known his father expressed their sympathy if his loss, but without his father he felt lost; he wasn’t close to anyone in Porlan or the sparse neighbouring homesteads, there was nothing anchoring him there. Not long after he made up his mind to go out into the wider world, to maybe see if there was somewhere else that would call to him.

He packed what gear, food, money and trade goods he could carry into his pack, gave whatever was left that had use or value to those he knew and then left. He has been travelling even since, and now finds himself, not for the first time, in Praetor City. The older he gets the more he tends to stay where the weather is warmer.

@Athol

Henri is also accepted! Slid him over to the Character Tab at your earliest convenience.

@Superboy Very interested, would you have room for a "full power" (who will also likely make and use scrolls) arcane support/buff archetype?

@Aeonumbra

We're still open for applicants, yup! I don't think we have anyone that fills that specific niche just yet, so feel free to fill out a Sheet and send it my way.

Sticks And Stones [Post-Apoc/High Fantasy Hybrid]

Working this guy out a bit, just figured I'd throw something up sooner rather than later. :)

The Big Scary Bastard

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Blackwall

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Character Summary

Name: Sullivan Blackwall
Aliases: Sully, Blackwall

Gender: Male
Age: 40

Race/Ethnicty: Caucasian (Irish/French-Canadian)
Place of Origin: Delphian Empire (Former New York State)

Occupation: Enforcement, Messenger, Insurance Salesman

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Character Attributes

Height: 6'4"
Weight: 220

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Blackwall has a band of scars around his right arm in an intricate, flowing pattern. He has no other markings or piercings (nothing visible, at any rate).
Day To Day Attire: Blackwall tends to dress in a somewhat grungy fashion, often favoring blacks and leathers in his attire. Chains and studs are a staple of his accessories, and he tends to show off his impressive musculature whenever the temperature permits.

Strengths:

• Resilience: Blackwall is extremely tough and durable - able to withstand extreme physical punishment with little sign of distress.
• Strength: Along with his tenacity comes ferocious strength. When he is enraged, he is known to put fist-sized dents and holes in wood, brick, and even metal surfaces.
• Cursebringer: His past associations with citizens of the Triumvirate has left him with a special knack for bringing low his foes in combat. Dark magic radiates from Blackwall and infests nearby enemies, heightening their feelings of pain and weakening body and spirit alike.

Weaknesses:

• Blunt: A man in Blackwall's position tends to last longer the more straightforward and brutal he is. This being the case, he has little interest (let alone skill) in intrigue or verbal maneuvering. He says what he means, means what he says, and this can easily land him in hot water.
• Unmotivated: Wanting for little, Blackwall doesn't have any real sort of aspirations. He has urges, certainly, but nothing really drives him to better himself. Thus far, he has succeeded and grown stronger and more capable as a result, but any sort of physical failure is likely to be quite the blow to his self-image.
• Addict: Sully has a love for strong drink, coarse women, and a number of illicit substances. Most notable, however, is his love of violence. He will often purposefully escalate conflicts to the point of blows, and he begins to get agitated after going a period of time without a decent scuffle.

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Magic

Spells: Less of a spellcaster and more of a source of magical energy, Blackwall is aware of a couple magical effects that he has been imbued with.

• Pain Feeding: Blackwall thrives on the fear and pain he can put into others. Through the magic he has been imbued with, he can bolster his own life force and strength by absorbing the pained and terrified energies of his victims. When he is done with them, they tend to feel drained of all feeling, but the fear quickly returns in his absence.
• Furious Curse: When he craves violence, and focuses his attention on a single target, Blackwall can inflict a curse on them that amplifies the pain, panic, and terror that they feel under the onslaught of his blows. This sometimes feeds into his Pain Feeding effect, driving him into an even greater frenzy.
• Blood of the Pit: The general magical energy that suffuses Blackwall grants him some additional benefits. He can see clearly in dark or dimly lit environments, he is (seemingly) immune to disease, and when he is in a frenzy, he is untouchable by fire. There are also some who say that he can smell fear, though the validity of this claim is unclear.

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Possessions

Items Of Note:

• "The Irons": A pair of tools/weapons that Blackwall carries at all times. One of them ("Hooligan") is a multipurpose tool with a blade and pick at one end, and a claw at the other. The other ("Headache") is a hefty axe.
• The Devil's Own Stogies: A special blend of smokable plants, these cigars are by far the best (and least offensive) way for Blackwall to come down from a frenzy, make friends, and generally maintain his sunny disposition.
• Rebel Leathers: Resembling the raiment of the legendary Gods of Stone and Metal and Hog Riders of antiquity, this black leather attire is resistant to wear and tear, and provides good resistance against the elements.
• Rations: A few days worth of dried meats and fruits, slightly-stale potatoes, and thick loaves of bread.
• "Peace Offering": A fairly large flask kept in a pouch affixed to his belt, Blackwall takes every opportunity to fill this with whatever strong drink he can manage to find.

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History

Born in the Delphian Empire (in what was once New York State), Blackwall grew up in poverty, surrounded by violence, and filled with indignant anger. For as long as he could remember, he hated his father for siring him - for bringing a child into his cesspool of a lifestyle.

So, as soon as he was able, he began down a path that would certainly lead to his own demise. He regularly beat up children his own age for their food or what paltry sums of money they might've been carrying, and built up a reputation for his cruelty. He killed his first man - his own father - at twelve, just so he wouldn't have to share a roof with the man or provide food for the one he blamed for all of his own misery.

While he began to slowly grow in reputation and esteem among the more violent elements of Delphian society, Blackwall only ever considered his own wellbeing. He took up work for one of the larger criminal organizations - breaking fingers and kneecaps for a bit more money, food, and privilege - but never really considered himself a part of their family.

It was only after his tenth year among the syndicate that Blackwall caught wanderlust. He had tired of conditions in the Empire, and wondered if he might have better luck (and payoff) elsewhere. His departure and subsequent wanderings brought him into the territory of the Salyia Triumvirate, and to the attention of some of the unscrupulous wizards who called that territory home.

In exchange for his willing service to their cause (a concept that Blackwall was used to at that point), he was promised comfort and pleasure, as well as the means to ensure his enduring victories and successes. Such an offer was far too appealing for him to pass up, so Blackwall entered service with a small cabal of Salyian wizards.

Another decade passed, and the cabal he served was absorbed into a larger group - one that saw him as unnecessary to their goals. After swearing himself to the Law of No Tongue, and undergoing a Blood Magic ritual to keep himself from betraying the Triumvirate, Blackwall was released from his service and sent on his way.

Now, having wandered and worked his way south, Blackwall does odd jobs for various enterprising organizations. Up-and-coming criminal organizations value him for his willingness to get his hands dirty, his reputation, and his undeniably effective methods. He has yet to give his allegiance to any of these groups, however. They simply don't scare him the way that the Salyian wizards did, and he would never dream of submitting to anyone who didn't either scare the hell out of him, earn his respect, or promise him an ungodly amount of wealth and pleasure.

@SonofJET

Blackwall's accepted! Move him on over to the character tab at your first convenience. Glad to have you on the team.

Sticks And Stones [Post-Apoc/High Fantasy Hybrid]

Torielle the Unbeliever

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Torielle

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Character Summary

Name: Torielle Logan
Aliases: Tori (nickname), Torielle Williams (maiden name)

Gender: female
Age: 25

Race/Ethnicty: unknown (likely mixed) African descent
Place of Origin: Alcatraz Priestdom (former San Fransisco)

Occupation: Wanderer, former soldier

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Character Attributes

Height: 5’8
Weight: ~135 lbs

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Torielle has a faded, almost imperceptible scar on her forehead: while the scar’s shape is vague, it almost appears to resemble a burning key.
Day To Day Attire: Torielle generally wears whatever she finds most comfortable; her current clothing are mostly muted colours, and are travel-worn but not quite threadbare; she also wears hardened leather armour that covers her torso and upper arms.

Strengths:

• Weapons Proficiency: Torielle’s training as a Faith Keeper Soldier has prepared her to fight effectively with a number of different kinds of martial weapons; she prefers using a longbow, however will gladly take up a sword and shield if the situation demands it.
• Tactical Thinking: Torielle is able to think quickly in stressful situations, and can be trusted to make tactical decisions at a moment’s notice.
• Bravery: Torielle is not easily frightened, and is much more likely to fight to the death than to surrender or retreat.
• Survival Skills: During her travels, Torielle learned how to take care of herself outside of the stable comforts of city living.

Weaknesses:

• Self-Doubt: After losing her husband, as well as the religious fire that burned within her for so long, Torielle struggles with uncertainty, both in her personal beliefs and in her abilities.
• Bigotry Toward the Faithful: Torielle goes to great lengths to avoid interacting with the Father’s faithful; when forced to do so, she is verbally abusive and rude, often threatening violence if the interaction lasts long enough.
• Superstitious: Despite her clear hatred for the Father’s faithful, she still occasionally acts on the cultural and religious superstitions with which she was raised. Old habits die hard, after all.
• Attached: Torielle has an extreme fear of losing her locket, and is overprotective to the point of getting upset when people so much as look at it.

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Possessions

Items Of Note:

• Hardened leather armour with a vine-like pattern carved lightly into it.
• Longbow & a quiverfull of arrows. While it is possible for her to strap the bow over the shield on her back, she generally prefers to carry it.
• Longsword strapped to her belt.
• Shield strapped to her back.
• A backpack containing a bedroll, a canteen, several days’ rations, a tinderbox and a compass.
• A locket containing a miniature of her wedding portrait, a gift from her late husband. She hasn’t opened it since his death.

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History

Born on the coast and growing up with the island of Alcatraz within view on the horizon, Torielle was once a zealous follower of the Father. Her mother was a missionary, regaling her with stories of her travels but fearing the job was too dangerous for her daughter to come along - a fear that proved valid when she failed to return from a trip to the Triumvirate. Her father was a Faith Keeper Soldier. When she was old enough, Torielle gladly accepted the mark of faith, and entered training to follow in her father’s footsteps.

It was in training where she met the love of her life - not a soldier himself, but an administrator working closely with her unit. They married not long after, and lived happily together for three years. Torielle felt nothing missing, and truly believed she was living her most perfect life.

Things changed when her husband was falsely accused of committing a series of murders. The circumstances surrounding his arrest and ultimate execution led to a major crisis of faith for Torielle, who ran away under the cover of night, ten days after his death. She wandered east into the Kingdom of Dall, unsure of where to go but driven by a desperate need to get away, and eventually made her way to Praetor City. Somewhere along the way, she found a sorcerer willing to erase the tattoo from her forehead, leaving behind a faint scar that hints at her past.

@mercenarius

Accepted! Feel free to move Tori over to the Character Tab. Welcome aboard.

Sticks And Stones [Post-Apoc/High Fantasy Hybrid]

@Sightseer Looks good 'ta me.

Sticks And Stones [Post-Apoc/High Fantasy Hybrid]

One cheerful, kind, and overly helpful necromancer coming up. :3

Tegan the Cheerful Necromancer

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Tegan

Image Tomorrow Probably

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Character Summary

Name: Tegan Marseille
Aliases: The Dread Necromancer, The Cheerful Necromancer, The Smiling Necromancer, The Pale Wizard, and The Grave-robber ("The Villain Who Stole My ______'s Corpse!")

Gender: Female
Age: 23

Race/Ethnicty: Greenlandic Inuit & Canadian (Newfoundland)
Place of Origin: Frozen Wastes (formerly Greenland)

Occupation: Dread Necromancer, Treasure Hunter, and Professional Philanthropist.

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Character Attributes

Height: 5 ft 6 in
Weight: 135 lbs

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Despite her far travels, Tegan's skin is remarkably untouched and unmarked by ink or scars.
Day To Day Attire: In contrast to most necromancers, Tegan is fond of soft, warm colors and beautiful clothes that betray a remarkable eye for detail and interest in fashion.

Strengths:

• Magic (a talented wizard focusing on the much feared and reviled art of necromancy)
• Survival Skills (knows how to live off the land and survive even in the Frozen Wastes)
• Treasure Hunting (talent for navigating runes and avoiding traps)

Weaknesses:

• Not a physical combatant (whacking someone with her staff is too much work)
• Easily tempted (she can resist temptation, so long as it's not very tempting).
• Impulsive and prone to committing dangerous acts of heroism (not all necromancers are bad people)

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Magic

Spells:

• Animate Undead: Creates an undead servant from a pile of bones or a corpse. The spell imbues the target with a foul mimicry of life and raising it as an undead creature that serves the necromancer in a mostly mindless fashion. Casting the spell on a pile of bones results in a skeleton, while casting it on a corpse results in a zombie.
• Summon Undead: An undead creature (humanoid) appears in a burst of smoke and fog. Once the vapor dissipates, the undead creature follows the commands of the necromancer until it is killed or banished to the grave once more.
• Spectral Hand: Using their own life force (or that of a close by creature), the necromancer materializes a ghostly, glowing hand. Despite being incorporeal in nature, the spectral hand is able to influence the physical world and can be used much like a normal hand.
• Doom Bugs: A swarm of exceedingly violent and fierce insects surges from the caster's hand. Fanatical in their loyalty to the necromancer that summons them, these insects will ceaselessly attack any creature that stands in the way of their new master, stealing life essence from their victims, triggering anyone with a fear of insects, and disrupting the concentration of all but the most disciplined of combatants.
• Ray of Ruination: Enfeebles and exhausts a target with grim reminders of the inescapable certainty of death and a mountain of regrets.
• Vampiric Touch: Wreathing their hand in terrible shadows, the caster harms a foe by touch, causing necromantic damage and siphoning a measure of whatever force drives the creature into their own being.
• Blackfire: A ray of necromantic black energy springs from the necromancer's hand, engulfing a target in chill black flames that feed on the fuel of their victim's life force. Sickening the target, filling them with nausea and existential dread, worse, it can spread rapidly to other creatures within range. The ghastly flames commanded by this spell cannot be extinguished by non-magical means (e.g., immersion in water or smothering) and any creatures killed by the spell are paleturquoiseuced to piles of nondescript black ash.

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Possessions

Items Of Note:

• Bone Staff: Tegan wields a polished and enchanted staff of brilliantly white bone.
• Traveler's Clothes: When adventuring Tegan dresses practically, donning a pair of sturdy leather boots, wool breeches, a belt, a shirt with matching vest, and an ample cloak with hood.
• Explorers Pack: An experienced explorer, Tegan is well equipped and ready when she heads out into the wilds. Her backpack usually holds a bedroll, mess kit, tinderbox, torches, several days worth of rations, a water-skin, and fifty feet of hempen rope.
• Ancient Grimoire: An ancient tome of arcane knowledge, chiefly necromantic in nature, jealously guarded, religiously maintained, and frequently updated by Tegan, it is her most prized possession.
• Bone Fiddle: a bone-white fiddle and a matching ghostly fiddle bow, produces eerily beautiful music, despite Tegan's self-reported lack of talent, suggesting some level of magical enchantment.

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History

Strange, enigmatic, but largely good, Tegan cultivates an air of mystery about herself, telling vague and ever-changing stories about her origins, travels, and adventures. She is an experienced adventurer and explorer, a gifted necromancer with a fondness for long conversations with the dead, and a devoted listener to all forms of music.

Wandering into the Northlands from the Frozen Wastes some years ago, Tegan crossed the Delphian Empire, traveled through the Plainsmen Federation, and eventually arrived in the Kingdom of Dall. When asked, she claims with a wry smile that she is simply searching for an old friend, the wizard Aumak, last seen entering Praetor City.

Aloof and unaffiliated with any guild in the Kingdom of Dall, Tegan has nonetheless established herself as a skilled adventurer and fearsome mage. Generally seen as an affable, even kind figure, Tegan maintains a surprisingly positive reputation for a necromancer. However, not all the residents of Praetor City have taken kindly to her fondness for the school of necromancy and her habit of reanimating the dead.

Tegan is frequently at odds with one of the powerful cabal of wizards that reign in Praetor City, largely due to her alarming lack of greed (threatening the market value of magical services is a most heinous crime) and to a lesser degree as a result of what she calls misguided compulsions against necromancy that exist even among wizards.

@Sightseer

Tegan is also accepted! Move her over to the Character tab whenever you're free to do so. Welcome to the crew.

Sticks And Stones [Post-Apoc/High Fantasy Hybrid]

Ava

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Ava

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Character Summary

Name:Ava, her parents never mentioned a surname.
Aliases:Hey you, various derogatory names.

Gender:Female
Age:28

Race/Ethnicity:Mixed race, most likely caucasian and some sort of mediterranean or european descent.
Place of Origin:Dall

Occupation:Tinkerer, scrapper/forager, “healer”

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Character Attributes

Height:5'6”
Weight:150lbs

General Appearance: Ava stands at an average height but bears the build of someone who has never quite been fed enough for the amount of manual labour she's done, slender, gaunt, but physically capable. Her hair barely touches the tops of her ears, obviously cut by herself, quite uneven, unkempt, and generally brushed out of her face with a layer of grime. She could be considered attractive, with her angular facial features, olive skintone, green eyes and pitch black hair, but the amount of dirt covering her from day to day tends to drive most suitors the other way. The most prominent feature on her, besides her constant scowl, is a stark white scar that runs from ear to ear, crossing dangerously close under her eyes and across the bridge of her nose. Her body is littered with scars, cuts and bruises in varying states of healing, mostly focused on her hands and forearms; two of her fingers on her right hand are missing, her pinky in its entirety and her ring finger from the second knuckle.

Day To Day Attire:Whatever is the most likely not to get caught in whatever she's trying to tinker with, generally dirty and torn pants/shirt, she cares little for appearance.

Strengths:

• Making something out of nothing, she's constantly looking for and holding on to random scraps of other things to fix what she can, always seeing the use in what other people generally consider garbage.
• Herbalism/medicine knowledge, she can clean your wounds, stitch you up and make you something that will make you feel better, from her constant exploration and delving into old world locations she figured out how to heal someone up pretty quickly.
• Survival Skills, living outside the city changes a person, she can easily live off of the land and can hold her own in combat due to her upbringing.
• Technophile, her greatest love and pursuit is old world relics and artifacts, anything she finds she studies intently to understand how it works and how to replicate it. She seems to be able to understand how old world tech works very easily.

Weaknesses:

• Lacks tact, she's not the greatest people person. Her disdain for the “easy city life” causes her to look down on a lot of people if they can't take care of themselves, her choice of words tends to ruffle a lot of feathers from its bluntness.
• Extreme dislike of the established monarchy and guild system, believes its exploiting people and cares little about following its rules and expectations.
• Unnerved/wary of magic users due to the lack of explanation on how magic works and who gets 'chosen' to be one.
• Fear of magical fire and being trapped in a burning building. A panic will grip her if she sees a magician use it naturally and has reoccuring nightmares since childhood.

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Possessions

Items Of Note: Basic leather armour made out of scraps, well made but old and extremely worn backpack, various belt pouches and pockets for her growing collection of scrap, survival and medical supplies, a crude metal necklace that has charred finger bones and teeth dangling from it.

• Walking Spear A well crafted metal spear, the material is extremely lightweight but very durable. Made perfectly for her height to double as a walking stick when needed. The tip is extremely long and visciously pointed and kept polished clean.
• Spyglass A crude, but still functional metal tube with a well polished lense of glass at one end that allows her to see farther than a person normally would be able to.
• Survival Kit Contains a bedroll, waterskin, flint and tinder, rations, caltrops, 50ft of rope.
• Medicine Pouch Contains scraps of cloth, needle and thread, random bits of medicinal herbs, an old world stapler and scalpel.

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History

Born on the city outskirts, her parents were very poor, especially after being blacklisted from the guilds for black market sales and fake artifacts. While her parents gave her what they could, Ava learned from a young age she would need to rely on herself for nearly anything she would need. Tasked with foraging what she could from various garbage piles and discarded items from the main city, she began tinkering and crafting from a very young age, making anything and everything she could that might prove some use.

Shortly after her tenth birthday, a neighbouring child discovered his affinity for magic, his untrained abilities manifesting in a great ball of fire, utterly disintegrating her family home and charring her parents, leaving not much more than a few bones and teeth behind. Ava fashioned what was left of them into a necklace to remind herself of the dangers of these magic users, untamed and wild, even though some claimed to have some sort of mastery upon it.

Her days are generally spent exploring the wilds, venturing farther into the old world buildings than most would dare to. Her fascination with the Broken drives her further and further in, searching for relics and artifacts and one day the ability to capture a broken and take it apart, piece by piece to see how it functions.

She's fairly well known around town or at least mildly recognized, especially in the poorer areas as someone you can go to for help with fixing a number of things or to get cleaned up after a fight. Use of her services requires not coin in exchange, unless that is all you have, but generally other items and specific pieces she needs for her next crafting venture. She is also decently well known by the town guard as someone to keep an eye on, her penchant for back alley deals and vocal displeasure with the way things are done around the city has put a bit of a target on her head.

Having been recently caught selling illegaly, again, she had three options; lose more digits, go to jail, or volunteer to go on an excursion the king was organizing into the depths of the old world, an option only held available to her due to her reputation as someone who understand the old world. She jumped at the chance for exploration, despite technically working under the king, as long as it meant the possibilites of finding technology or other old world artifacts that she held so dear, besides, she doesn't have to tell them everything she finds. The possibility of death looming in her near future seemed far better than rotting in a cell.

@Orixi

Ava is accepted, welcome to the party! Feel free to move her over to the Characters tab.

Sticks And Stones [Post-Apoc/High Fantasy Hybrid]

Charter sheets are all lookin' good, guys. Like what we've got going so far.

Sticks And Stones (A Science Fantasy adventure set in Post-Apoc America)

@OrixiHey, thanks for your interest! To answer your questions:

There's definitely a black market that's thriving just underneath the service. Ranging from the sell of illegal wares to those who simply wish to work outside of the influence of the guilds, there's plenty of business done under the table. There's no set location, exactly. Multiple black market rings can be found in the poorer districts of the city, and several markets have 'known' merchants who circumvent the guild rules and sell items that they shouldn't. So those would be the closest places to actual hubs for that sort of thing.

It depends. Dall's official guards aren't too concerned with fraud, but most of the big guilds have their own private mercenaries that handle illegal dealers. Leg-breakers and other hired goons will either 'disappear' people working around the law, or intimidate them into joining their guild. Official penalties can range from simple fines to jail time, depending on what's being sold. A piece of pottery, for example, might land you a minor fine. But if you're dealing in something like artifacts? They're going to lock you up tight for a good while. Slavery is a fairly typical punishment for that sort of thing. The crown has prisoners 'work' until their 'debt' is paid.

The skeletal remains of skyscrapers are still around in a lot of cities, yup! But it does depend on a number of factors. A few cities like New York suffered a lot more structural damage than others like, say, Kansas City. In general, though, most city ruins are more grown over and abandoned than outright rubble.

Oh no, I'll be giving specific city/state names to let ya'll know where exactly we're at. So you definitely don't have to worry about getting lost.

Sticks And Stones (A Science Fantasy adventure set in Post-Apoc America)

@RangingWolfGeneral technology still hasn't reached that age of development. However, a type of magically-run hand cannon could possibly exist. It'd be a sought after and rare artifact, for sure, but it's within the realm of the imaginable.