Torack

Plague of the North

@Denalz Write that CS and join this awesome RP, buddy! Also, I don't think it matters what the ratio is, but if you wanna make a female character, go ahead! There'll be someone for Evelyn to talk and look up to, innit!

Plague of the North

Roven the Wanderer

Character Theme – Rise of Valor
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Roven is a tall individual with wide, broad shoulders, with a barreled chest, and large, thick arms from years of strenuous training and surviving almost in solitary for a large portion of his life. He has a messy blond main that goes to the mid-point of his back, with a small unkempt beard growing on his face. His eyes are stark blue that look like pits of ice, and just as cold. He wears a tattered hauberk under leather armor, wolf-fur cloak, and a worn red scarf around his neck, which he sometimes lifts up to cover the lower half of his face when the northern chill goes below freezing.

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【Full Name】
Roven Vasili

【Alias】
The Wanderer

【Gender】
Male

【Age】
27

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birth Place】
Sovereign

【Nation/Allegiance】
Kingdom of Vasili

【Profession】
Nomad hunter

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【Personality】

Roven is as cold as the freezing north that he lives in. He never talks, mostly because he can't, and he is always glowering down at strangers. Having lived a harsh life has caused Roven to go nearly bereft of all his emotions, however his adopted daughter is the only one that can bring the lights of joy into his eyes. This doesn't mean that he's a rude person, he's actually quite hospitable to strangers who come by him, but he is reserved and aloof.

Along with being cold, Roven is as stubborn as a rock. If he sets his mind on something, it would take a lot to make him change his mind, and again only his daughter seems to have the capability of doing this. Some of the times. He sees that there is strength in being stubborn, he rationalizes with himself that one that changes their mind like a lone leaf at the mercy of the shifting wind, is weak of mind and heart, able to be taken over by others physically and mentally.

Above all, Roven is patient. If there's one word to describe him, it would be patience. Often people who come across him compare him to a mountain, not because of his size, but because he's stubborn, cold, and patient like a mountain wearing human flesh. This also makes him a great hunter, he can sit in one position waiting for the perfect kill for hours with barely a shift of unease if need be, having been taught the strict lesson of discipline from a young age. His patience also keeps him as a calm and collected individual, allowing him to rationalize and be a sort of pragmatic person. He believes emotions that play a role in making decisions is a sign of weakness, and keeps it out as much as possible.

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【History】
Roven was born to House Vasili, and is the nephew to King Barius. As a child, he was pampered for the first few years of his life, until his mother - King Barius's sister - decided that a pampered young man would do no good for the kingdom, and since she wanted him to be a major player in court, she began hiring the best tutors and trainers to teach him both discipline and responsibility. Those years were harsh on the young Roven. Having gone from a life of being pampered to being scolded on a nearly minute-by-minute basis was something that was hard for him to swallow at first. It wasn't until his father had a heart to heart with him, and told him that he needed to become a man, that he became more staunch and more receptive of his education and training.

Giving learning a try for once, Roven learned that he was fond of war tactics and strategy, and although at first he was weak in the subject, he had with him a tutor who was just as fond of it as he was teaching it, and he explained tactics and strategy to Roven in ways that would open his young mind, and in turn making him more clever. In the training grounds, Roven was strong and quite good with the sword, but he found he preferred the bow and arrow a lot more, even though he was horrible with it. Again Roven hit a stroke of luck as his archery master was a patient man, and often took Roven out hunting with a large party of guards close by in order to teach Roven a more authentic method of using the bow, and the lessons outside of the city proved to be far more effective in teaching him than within the training grounds. And although Roven enjoyed his adventure outside the city, the training with his mentor was brutal in order to give him the proper strength to shoot an arrow multiple times.

At the age of seventeen, Roven's mother became gravely ill, and his father died several years before after a horrific hunting accident that involved several polar bears. He stayed by his mother's side most of that time, foregoing his responsibilities in court and his lessons. It was also a time that he had gotten very close with his mother. He would spend the whole day sitting on a stool by her side, and they would talk throughout that day, and she would share stories of her younger days when she was more adventurous. It was during this time that he learned his mother used to be a high ranking officer in the army until she found out she was pregnant with him. Several months later, as she approached the gates of death, she gave him the longbow that she used in her youth as a gift. A few days later, while he was attending the funeral of his mother, King Barius offered to take him in out of respect for his sister, but Roven humbly refused, saying that he was going to go find his calling outside of the city. Although he could see the King didn't quite agree with his decision, he was glad that he didn't bring it up again.

He took a few days to say his goodbyes to his tutors, trainers, and his close friends at court. Once it was all done, he took the bow his mother had given him, a quiver of arrows and set off on his own towards other parts of the kingdom. He traveled to several cities and smaller villages, never staying in one place for more than two years, making a living off of hunting, which earned him a good amount of coin since the plague caused a decrease of food stores. Things changed for him, when at the age of twenty one, Roven met his would-be wife, Liralta, a woman belonging to the northern tribes. He had been hunting in a dense thicket when he came across a strange berry, and unbeknownst to Roven at the time, the plant was highly poisonous and entered the blood stream through the tongue. He took a few of the berries and began eating them, and after a while he began to feel sick - his head felt light and his heart was beating as if he sprinted through the kingdom. Then he passed out.

When he woke up, he found himself in a strange tent, with his mouth strangely empty. And after sticking his hand in his mouth Roven realized that his tongue was missing, and stood up enraged at what the tribesmen did to him. Looking around and found a spear at the side of the tent, grabbed it and went out, rampaging through the tribe's encampment and managed to injure several of the tribesmen before he was pinned down by Liralta. She explained to him, in a broken accent that had she left the tongue inside his mouth, that the berries he ate were poisonous and had she left the tongue he would have died. He didn't like what he heard, but he accepted it nonetheless. Then after something that sounded like snarling and snapping, the tribesmen turned away from Roven and went about their business, but they made sure to go out of their way to glower at him or insult him in their strange language whenever they came across him.

He spent several years among them and although he could no longer speak, he learned to understand their strange language and lived amongst them, hunting in the woods with Liralta for game to feed the tribe. Eventually, the tribesmen came to accept Roven, some even befriending him, and he married Liralta. Roven recalls those years as the years that shaped him into the man he was. The tribesmen were harsh, rough, and nothing like civilized people. Living in the open at the mercy of nature made them tough and hardy, and it rubbed off on him. Once while in a cave with Liralta during a particular nasty blizzard, he heard a cry coming from the snowstorm, but he passed it off as only the wind. Then it came again, closer, and it sounded like a child. Liralta stood and went into the blizzard, despite his protests, and he followed her. There they found an injured young girl no more than nine years old. They brought her in with them to the cave, and Liralta tried her best to nurse the young girl back to health.

It took several days for the blizzard to pass, and when it did, they took the girl back to the tribe where they gave her to the shaman to be healed properly. While the girl was being healed, Liralta brought up the topic of adopting her since she was barren and incapable of conceiving. Roven, although liking the idea, was on the fence because the girl might have had parents of her own. When they found out her parents were killed by those infected from the plague, they adopted her.

Then the plague hit. From Falkreath they said, and hit them particularly hard. Roven was in his tent with his family when four infected attacked them, two going for, Evelyn, their daughter. Both stood, their parental instincts overtaking them, and he watched as Liralta jumped on an infected with nothing but a small dagger, and he watched horrified as two more came through the tent flap and bit into her back, causing her to fall from the infected she was on. He made to protect his wife and child but he realized two were on his flank, and while he was fighting them with a small axe, he watched horrified as the infected overtook his wife, eating her flesh right off her bones. Wrought with grief and anger, Roven went for his greatsword and killed most of the infected, leaving one which was on top of his daughter, trying to bite her neck. Then he watched as Evelyn turned into an eagle and flew off in a flurry of feathers. Both he and the infected creature were stunned for a moment, until Roven shook himself and killed the thing while it looked dumbly at its empty hands.

Immediately after killing the creature, he ran out of the tent and found his daughter in the snow a few yards away, her face white and fearful. He brought her back in and after a few silent hours, they buried Liralta where she died, leaving a small rock to mark her grave, burned what was left of the infected, and left, Roven taking the red scarf his late wife wore around his neck. The following morning, he found that most of the tribe had been infected and had ran off, only the shaman and a few other warriors remaining. They told him they would be heading to a sister tribe and that he should go with them, but he refused, saying he was going back to Sovereign to fight the plague. Then the shaman offered to travel with them after explaining that she saw Evelyn turn into a bird. He agreed, and as they traveled back to his home, the shaman taught his daughter how to master her shape shifting and take control of it. Once she was adept enough the shaman turned into a giant white bear and left them, opting to live a solitary life until the plague had ended.

During their travels into the outlying cities of the kingdom, Roven heard that his uncle was gathering a team to fight the plague at the Cross Roads, and seeing his opportunity to rid the world of the blight, he headed for the major town.

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【Skills and Abilities】
Roven is a master with the long bow. He can draw and release, then draw again within the span of a couple of seconds. Years of training and hunting have been his master, and living in the wilds have honed his muscles to the peak of his physical abilities, allowing him feats that would raise eyebrows. He is also well trained in how to use the greatsword, although he admits to himself that he isn't as good as he should be, but he knows in a fight, he can hold himself and if not attack, then at least defend himself well enough from getting killed. Along with these two is his brute strength. Roven is a large man, hard to miss, and his muscles are as solid as rock with strength to match his size, and rigorous self discipline have given him feats of strength that would be considered by some impossible.

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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Weapons/Tools
- Ornate Long Bow.
- Greatsword.
- Quiver of arrows.
- A small pack stuffed with gauze and alcohol.

Magical Spells
Roven personally doesn't possess any magical abilities, but his adopted daughter, Evelyn does, and she's able to shape-shift into an eagle for a short time. Although taught by the shaman of her tribe, she isn't as adept as she would like to be and hopes to find a tome or book detailing more about the magic.

Guess what I like

I like your milkshakes

Evelyn

Character Theme – A Child's Wish
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Character description

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【Full Name】
Evelyn Vasili

【Alias】
N/A

【Gender】
Female

【Age】
13

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birth Place】
Falkreath

【Nation/Allegiance】
Kingdom of Vasili

【Profession】
N/A

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【Personality】

Evelyn is the type of person who always sees the good in everything. No matter if her day was turns out to be horrible or harsh, as it has a knack to do, she always reminds herself that something good happened that day, and she always finds something good to mention to herself, or to her father. Although he doesn't much share in her optimism.

Having lived with the tribesmen and her father in particular has taught her the importance of self confidence, and because of that she is quite confident in her self and a little loud. From the way she looks, one would assume she was a shy little girl, and that's usually what Evelyn wants people to think so she can surprise them and play a joke on them in her own little way. She laughs easily, she talks a lot, and she's very curious about the world around her.

Because she traveled a lot with her father, she got to see very different towns, villages, and bits of nature. And the traveling only increased her in her curiosity of the world she lives in, and her father is always willing to help her understand what a particular tree or plant is, which is more fuel to the burning she has to set out one day on her own.

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【History】
Evelyn doesn't remember much of her past. She recalls bits and pieces like broken paintings on shattered glass. She remembers she was born in Falkreath and she was living alone with her mother, then they set out to go elsewhere, and that's as far as she remembers. Then she recalls how she woke up in the middle of a blizzard and a strange lady came up to her and a large, rather scary man behind her. She wanted to protest as they picked her up from the snow, but she was too weak to do anything more than whimper from a broken leg.

They nursed her back to health at the tribe's encampment and once she told them that she feared that her mother died in the blizzard, they adopted her. She was reluctant at first, but she grew into it, her new mother was loving, caring, and strong, while her knew father was strange, she felt apprehensive towards him because he never spoke and always grunted and looked like he was going to beat something to death. Her foster mother realized her fears and explained to her that Roven had lost his tongue in an accident and can no longer talk, and she then began teaching her how to understand his particular grunts and what certain looks meant, and how he used both to form sentences.

She lived with both of them for several more years until strange men attacked their tent and killed her mother, and nearly killed her until she spontaneously turned into an eagle. She landed a few yards from the tent and the experience left her stunned and scared. A few seconds later her father came out with his large sword and carried her back inside. She watched with tears in her eyes as Roven wept profusely at Liralta's side. He stopped crying after several hours and spent a few moments of silence before burying her and taking her favorite scarf. When they burned the rest of the strange cannibals they left the tent, where she learned under the shaman how to master her eagle form and turn into it at will, and maintain it for a period of time.

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【Skills and Abilities】
Evelyn is a good healer, her mother taught her how to do simplistic first aid and the shaman taught her a little more about herbal medicine during their travels. She also has eyes that are far superior than normal people and can see quite far, making her an ideal scout.

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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Weapons/Tools
Her father only allows her to carry a small dagger.

Magical Spells
Evelyn can turn into an eagle for a short period of time, and in this state, her eyes are even more enhanced than they usually are. While traveling with her father, she would often turn into an eagle as practice, and scout ahead to see if there was any of the strange cannibals near them.

Reclamation - War of Technology and Magic (closed)

Luther Reeves

Name:
Luther Reeves - Black Mamba

Side:
Tech

Sex:
Male

Age:
36

Race:
Cybernetic human, psionist

Appearance:
Luther is six feet and four inches tall and has a full silver-black cybernetic body, with a black visor for eyes. Often, most would assume that there is flesh behind the helmet, or at least a face. But in the case of Luther, his actual body is the cybernetic suit with only his actual brain within the suit being the only thing that makes him different than an android.

Personality:
Most people who come across Luther would never believe that he was a rather funny man. The look of being a full body cyborg intimidates some, and his position within the tech society makes others fearful of him. In reality however, Luther is easy going and a wise-crack, despite all he went through in his life. His that a positive frame of mind makes a positive type living, and he lives by it. That isn't to say that Luther isn't a serious person, in fact he can be quite dangerous at some points.

Anger is something that has gripped Luther for as long as he could remember. Although he can control his rage and will never go bursting in a rampage due to his self control, he feels it like a burning sensation in his chest - and although the fact he can't feel anything with his cybernetic body makes that phenomenon rather interesting in Luther's eyes. Luther is by no means someone who is easy to anger, but he becomes ruthless if someone manages to do it. Using his cold and calculating ways of his past, he tries to find ways to torture those who upset him in the most painful ways.

Luther is also a man who is cunning and will use whatever advantage he has to get what he wants. This of course requires loads of patience from his end, and although he despises it he has since learned the immense value of the virtue. To Luther, patience is only a tool, like his other weapons, and he utilizes it when it will benefit him the most, if it won't he discards of it. He is also quite deceptive, and although he is almost one hundred percent against lying, he will use half-truths and perceived truth in his favor.

Faction:
Federal Intelligence and Reconnaissance Agency

Biography:
Luther was born as a test tube baby in Union Station then discarded next to a dumpster shoot by his "mother" because of his dark skin complexion. It was Elane Reeves, a prostitute, who found Luther in the middle of nowhere within the station and pitying him, she took him in and adopted him as her son. As a child, Luther was as average as any other child save for the fact that other children don't usually witness the underworld of civilization with their own eyes, which he did. Murder was common where he lived, he would walk and see people getting shanked or shot and he would watch them bleed to death without any sense of pity. He would ask his mother about it and she would explain that it was the way of the world. People kill and the weak get killed. And it was that sentence, to Luther's mind, that saved him from becoming a sack of dead flesh. He would go out and pick fights with people older than him to prove he was strong, yet he would always get beaten up.

After two consecutive months of coming home with bruises, his mother signed him up to a class that taught self defense for children and it was there that Luther truly learned how to fight. His teacher before he began the first classed expressed clearly that if any of them were to fight outside of the building, they would be kicked from the program. Although Luther didn't quite like or agree with the teacher, he decided to comply in order to benefit from the training. After several years, the young boy found himself stronger and more agile. But training wasn't the only thing in his life, his mother had grown older and her income as a prostitute was diminishing, which forced Luther to go find work in order to support himself and his mother. But jobs were hard to come by for him. He had no formal education, he was black, and had no experience in any sort of work. Luther hit a stroke of luck however when a mobster offered him employment as a drugs dealer, and having no other option he took it. And the money flowed in like rivers, and soon Luther was able to support his mother whether she continued to work or not.

However, his mother became suspicious of his earnings and confronted him about it. He told her the truth, that he was a drug dealer for a local mobster, and although the money was good his mother still told him to quit it and to find an honest job. Luther didn't quite understand why his mother was stopping him especially since what she called an "honest job" payed far less than as a drug dealer, but he complied. On the surface at least. He searched for several months before he landed a job in a vehicular repair facility on the far side of the station and found that the job was harsh and annoying, but he continued with it if only to appease his mother, while also selling drugs on the side. While working in the facility, he made the mistake of trying to sell drugs to one of his fellow employees. A few days later, Luther found himself in a jail cell.

Then he was incarcerated without so much as a trial at the age of seventeen. They simply took him from the police station and dumped into a penitentiary, filed him into the system, then locked him in a cage. In that cage, the first things came to his mind was that he was weak. The strong overpowered and the weak suffered, it was the life that he learned in the slums of Union, and coming to terms with his weakness was not an easy thing for him. But he swallowed his pride, and used the solitary time within his prison to hone his body and make himself stronger and turn his body into a weapon. Day in and day out he worked on his body, challenging himself and ignoring his other inmates. That is until Marco entered the cell with him. Marco was a crazy individual, one moment he would be calm then the next he would go on a murderous rampage because someone spit on their right and not on their left. And yet, he somehow managed to befriend Marco and get on his good side, and Luther found out that he was the son of the most powerful mobster in Union, George Carleon.

The two remained cell mates until Luther was released whereby he was visited by a strange individual who handed him a phone, and on the other end was George. He asked about his son, even though Luther knew well enough he had eyes on his crazy kid, then he asked if he could work for him again, in a higher paying job. Luther made the fatal mistake of refusing George, and learned the hard way that the Carleon name was feared throughout Union because the man could get away with anything. A few days later, while Luther was walking to buy a pack of cigarettes, a black sack was suddenly dropped over his head and he was carried away by strong arms, and despite how hard he tried to fight, they kept a firm grip on him. He felt himself thrown into the trunk of a vehicle and after several hours he felt arms pull him out. He found himself in a remote place within the station and in front of him was his mother, her clothes in tatters and with a gun to her head; then George stepped into Luther's line of vision and explained to him that either he worked for him or he would watch his mother killed in front of his eyes. Defeated, Luther agreed and he watched horrified as his mother's brains spattered the steel floor of the station.

A hit man, his new employer explained to him, was what he was going to be. He would be trained by the best in the business the man promised him, and although power was staring Luther right in the face, he couldn't help but feel that it was wrong and tainted, but he had little choice so he took the offer. The training was harsh and lasted for half a year to get him acquainted with all sorts of firearms and weapons, with various fighting styles, and how to properly do recon and take out his targets quietly without causing a federal uproar. Several years into his job, he became one of the best hit men in the business and he grew in rank, and yet he was at a severe disadvantage compared to some of the other more well established hit men. He wasn't augmented, he had no cybernetics to aid in his job while others did and he decided that he would save his earnings until he could afford one, and a year and a half later, he went into a known workshop that offered augmentation for the crime world. When he got to the building however, he was approached by the feds and although he wanted to run, he noticed that a non distinct vehicle was at his flank as if waiting for him to flee. The agents confronted him and told him they were part of FIRA, and that they wanted his help in taking down George Carleon.

Luther laughed in their faces and made to walk away when one of the pair knocked him clean with one punch and shoved him into their vehicle. When Luther woke up he was in an interrogation room with the same pair sitting across from him with a tablet portfolio in their hands. They told him that if he didn't comply, they would not only have him put in prison, but in the most secure penitentiary that belonged to the Techs in a space station of its own. Seeing that he had no choice, he agreed to their demands and was released.

He spied for FIRA on George for several years, giving them all the information that they demanded from him. At the age of twenty seven, FIRA managed to get Carleon and incarcerate him in a maximum penitentiary outside of Union. Thinking that his time was done with both the mob and FIRA, Luther made plans to leave Union to another station when he was approached by his old friend, Marco. They talked for a while, then Marco revealed that he knew it was Luther that sold his father to the government. A heated argument ensued between the two for several minutes, then Luther told Marco that he was leaving and that he needn't worry about him bothering the mob family again. As he turned to head to the bay area, a bucket of acid was dropped on him, and he fell to the floor screaming in complete agony from the intense pain. He tried to do everything to make the pain stop, but it was like a constant fire that ate and dissolved his body; within a few minutes, his legs from knee down had become nothing more than red liquid and he felt himself slipping as blood pooled under him, then he passed out.

When he woke, Luther could feel nothing, and yet he somehow understood that his body was intact and that he could move it around, and he proved it by managing to move his fingers. He lifted his hand over his face and saw that it wasn't flesh that he was looking at, but metal. He noticed as well that it wasn't just his hand, but his entire body. Panic began setting within Luther until a nurse came to him and called in a doctor once she noticed he was conscious. A few moments later, Luther watched as a tall man with a white lab coat came into his room and took a seat next to him, and began explaining that his team tried to save as much of his organic tissue as they could, but all of it, save for his brain, was too damaged to repair, so they instead augmented his brain into a full cybernetic suit. Luther sat in silence for a while then asked how he was going to pay for it, and the doctor explained to him that FIRA had already paid the expenses for the operation.

It took Luther a few years to get completely used to his new body, and he found, despite its strangeness and the fact that he felt like he lost something of his identity, that the suit made him stronger, faster, and more agile than he could have ever hoped to be. And once his rehabilitation was done, two agents from FIRA approached him with a file saying that if he joined their ranks, his entire file would be wiped clean as if he never existed and that he would be able to get vengeance. The offer was almost too good to be true and he asked why FIRA had helped him out. They responded that their director was saw potential in him and that he would make a great asset; then Luther asked what the catch was, and they told him he was going to be an assassin for FIRA while at the same time not having to officially join them. Luther agreed after a while and they took him to a training facility where he would learn how to master maneuvering in his new body, while also learning how to use the various number of weapons that were hidden within it.

The training lasted two years, and by the end of it, he felt more comfortable in his new body than he did in his old one, preferring the cold metal shell rather to weak flesh, and the fact that he couldn't feel pain was an added bonus. Once the field agents cleared him for duty, he located where Marco had relocated his house, and took out the entire crime family leaving Marco for last. Luther noticed he had aged badly since they had last met and it was with pleasure that Luther plunged a katana into his heart.

Skills:

Luther's skills

Multi-spectral vision: Luther has visors for eyes, and with them he can look at the world in all the spectra of light, allowing him to see things that ordinary people wouldn't. It also helps with him with assassinations.

Acute hearing: Luther's hearing isn't overly strong, but it differs from other people in the fact that he his augmented ears can handle hearing up to fifty thousand hertz, anything above that is white noise.

Detection: When on a hunt, or investigating something, his visors automatically lock onto relevant items and elements that the system thinks would aid him.

Combat: Luther is a proficient fighter, he's fast and strong, and growing up in the streets as well as having several formal trainers have given him his own unique fighting style that fits his new body.

Agility: The completely augmented body allows Luther to have a great deal of agility and balance, and it also allows him to scale vertical surfaces with his limbs due to powerful suctions that can appear at will on the tips of his fingers and boots.

Stealth: The bottom of Luther's boots are muffled with a sensitive type of cushion that allows him to walk with as little noise as possible, when he walks carefully, he might as well be walking on air for how silent he is.

Abilities:

Luther's Abilities

Camouflage: Luther is able to blend into his surroundings so long as he stays motionless or moves at a very slow pace. Once he begins walking normally or makes a quick movement, the camouflage falters for a few seconds then activates once again.

Psionic Shield: For a short burst, Luther can place a psionic shield right in front of him that lasts for only a few seconds.

Psionic Wave: Luther uses a psionic blast to render all technological devices useless in a small radius around him.

Possessions:
Katanas: Luther has a pair of twin katanas that are sheathed behind his back

Pistols: There are two pistols attached to Luther's upper thighs.

Throwing knives: On the underside of Luther's wrists, he can shoot out five knives from each hand.

Sniper rifle: Also on Luther's back is a disassembled sniper rifle that he can assemble and use at any time.

Plague of the North

Evelyn

Character Theme – A Child's Wish
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Character description

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【Full Name】
Evelyn Vasili

【Alias】
N/A

【Gender】
Female

【Age】
13

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birth Place】
Falkreath

【Nation/Allegiance】
Kingdom of Vasili

【Profession】
N/A

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【Personality】

Evelyn is the type of person who always sees the good in everything. No matter if her day was turns out to be horrible or harsh, as it has a knack to do, she always reminds herself that something good happened that day, and she always finds something good to mention to herself, or to her father. Although he doesn't much share in her optimism.

Having lived with the tribesmen and her father in particular has taught her the importance of self confidence, and because of that she is quite confident in her self and a little loud. From the way she looks, one would assume she was a shy little girl, and that's usually what Evelyn wants people to think so she can surprise them and play a joke on them in her own little way. She laughs easily, she talks a lot, and she's very curious about the world around her.

Because she traveled a lot with her father, she got to see very different towns, villages, and bits of nature. And the traveling only increased her in her curiosity of the world she lives in, and her father is always willing to help her understand what a particular tree or plant is, which is more fuel to the burning she has to set out one day on her own.

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【History】
Evelyn doesn't remember much of her past. She recalls bits and pieces like broken paintings on shattered glass. She remembers she was born in Falkreath and she was living alone with her mother, then they set out to go elsewhere, and that's as far as she remembers. Then she recalls how she woke up in the middle of a blizzard and a strange lady came up to her and a large, rather scary man behind her. She wanted to protest as they picked her up from the snow, but she was too weak to do anything more than whimper from a broken leg.

They nursed her back to health at the tribe's encampment and once she told them that she feared that her mother died in the blizzard, they adopted her. She was reluctant at first, but she grew into it, her new mother was loving, caring, and strong, while her knew father was strange, she felt apprehensive towards him because he never spoke and always grunted and looked like he was going to beat something to death. Her foster mother realized her fears and explained to her that Roven had lost his tongue in an accident and can no longer talk, and she then began teaching her how to understand his particular grunts and what certain looks meant, and how he used both to form sentences.

She lived with both of them for several more years until strange men attacked their tent and killed her mother, and nearly killed her until she spontaneously turned into an eagle. She landed a few yards from the tent and the experience left her stunned and scared. A few seconds later her father came out with his large sword and carried her back inside. She watched with tears in her eyes as Roven wept profusely at Liralta's side. He stopped crying after several hours and spent a few moments of silence before burying her and taking her favorite scarf. When they burned the rest of the strange cannibals they left the tent, where she learned under the shaman how to master her eagle form and turn into it at will, and maintain it for a period of time.

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【Skills and Abilities】
Evelyn is a good healer, her mother taught her how to do simplistic first aid and the shaman taught her a little more about herbal medicine during their travels. She also has eyes that are far superior than normal people and can see quite far, making her an ideal scout.

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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Weapons/Tools
Her father only allows her to carry a small dagger.

Magical Spells
Evelyn can turn into an eagle for a short period of time, and in this state, her eyes are even more enhanced than they usually are. While traveling with her father, she would often turn into an eagle as practice, and scout ahead to see if there was any of the strange cannibals near them.

Bleach: Precipice War

Name:
Kato Hiroshi

Gender:
Male

Appearance Age:
24

Appearance: (pic preferred but description is possible).


Race:
Human

Rank:
Captain

Affiliation:
Seirietei

History

A simple farmer with an obedient wife and two children, one of them slowly growing into an adult. That was to be the life of Kato in feudal Japan, a time where wars would erupt because of a silly rumor and all the backlash would fall onto the lower class. But Kato never complained; he knew the life of a farmer was a hard one, he watched his father deal withe same thing and even watched him killed for offending a feudal lord by not producing enough produce after wars had burned down the farm. He had to take over then at the tender age of fourteen, and he always kept his eyes lowered, minding his own little part of the world.

That changed when he was approached by his father's friend. The man was lanky and tall, but he had an air of authority about him, a swagger like the samurai, which could get anyone like them killed instantly, but that particular man had it anyway. The first lesson Kato learned from his would-be master was bravery. He came by often to check up on him and his farm, as well as his dying mother and always asked about his older siblings, who had moved on with their lives to work in their own lands. A few months later while working on the farm, Kato was attacked by a random dog that seemed to jump out of nowhere at him. He fought off the dog as best he could and by the time he managed to kill the dog, his left arm was bloody and useless. His father's friend came by hearing the commotion and saw Kato's mauled arm and took him to a healer to told him it had to be cut off.

It took Kato a few months to heal from the wound, and by the time he had healed and went back to his farm, he was approached by a group of men carrying a sedan, and inside was the feudal lord's mistress who informed him that the dog which he killed belonged to her. Kato fell on his face in apology and was on the verge of begging for his life when the mistress told him that to pay for the dog, which was an expensive breed, he was going to be a servant for her and her family. Having no choice in the matter, Kato agreed and one of the men who were carrying the sedan was promptly killed and he was told to replace him. He did so quietly, and carried the heavy box over his shoulder.

As a servant, he was told to do menial tasks ranging from carrying the sedan, cleaning the house, massaging his mistress, and generally doing everything that was asked of him and keeping his gaze low. One night, his father's friend came to him in the little, cramped cot that the servants shared and he bid him to step outside. Curious, Kato stepped outside with the man where he was told that he could be trained to take care of himself, to never let such humiliation happen to him again. Agreeing, Kato asked what he had to do in return. His father's friend replied by telling him to spy on the woman and report everything to him.

Years passed and Kato spied, keeping his gaze low but having his ears open and noticing the smallest details. And every night, he would step out with his father's friend and train in ninjutsu, and how to use the night as his ally, and slowly his body grew stronger, sturdier, until he himself had an air of slight authority about him. He found that the other servants looked up to him more, that among the rabble he was gaining a sort of respect. This didn't bode well for him, because the small power he had got to his head and he was chastised for it swiftly. A severe punishment came to him where his right leg was cut from under him, leaving him lopsided and off balance. Yet, he wouldn't give up on his training. It was the only sense of control he had in his life, and he desired it like a drug. He pushed himself and within a year, he learned to "hop" with his lopsided body, and his balance was near perfect. Then, his father's friend gave him the order to assassinate his mistress, but Kato was reluctant to answer mainly because he had no idea how to pull off an assassination with only half of his limbs remaining. But the man pushed him, saying the nobles thought him sufficiently culled and that he was the perfect man to do such a thing because of it.

Eventually, Kato agreed to undertake the mission. Killing the mistress was easy, his father's friend was right, she never expected him to do such a thing after his deformation. It was the repercussions that got to him. He was taken, and instead of being executed immediately, the feudal lord ordered that he be tortured to death. For a year, the only thing Kato knew was agony, day in and day out he was tortured, abused, beaten. Through it all however, Kato prevented his mind from going into insanity, he clung desperately to his senses, despite the pain, and when he died, his body was skinned and diseased, the skin refusing to regrow from neck under, his limbs were gone, and his eyes were gauged out. He thought it was finally over.

Kato found himself in soul society, and although his limbs were back, they were deformed like the rest of his body. The muscles were clearly visible along with tendons and ligaments. His skin and fat wouldn't regrow from below his neck, and flies were drawn to him like bees to a fragrant flower. Once more, death was staring him in the face, but he refused to give in. He wrapped his whole body in bandages, and although it helped a little, if he didn't change it often, it would leave him with a serious infection that he suffered once and promised himself that he wouldn't go through it again.

Kato realized that his idea of death, that it would bring ease from the suffering was a naive thought. If anything, it brought more pain. His struggle with the fact that he had no skin made him weak and fragile, and that made him a target within the slums of soul society. Thugs would go out of their way to give him a hard time, bully him, and make his life harder than it already was. And they would constantly beat him up just because they could. During one rather intense session of beating, one of his bullies became over zealous and brought out a dagger and was about to slip it between his ribs when it was stopped. Kato's helper in the living world was there with a black katana in his hand that was dripping blood, and the thug was on the floor screaming and writhing in pain as he tried to stop the flow of blood on the stump where his hand used to be. Dumbfounded, Kato was guided away from the bullies who had backed away.

His father's friend then told him that if he wanted to survive he would have to learn how, then he left without turning back. Kato went back to the place where he was about to get killed and took the knife off the floor and began practicing once again the drills that he used to go through in the living world. He got into more fights since his father's friend showed up, but he slowly began defending himself more and more, until he fought one particular thug with a long chipped katana. And although he was in endless pain, Kato used it as fuel and slew the man and took his katana. Within a year, the thugs learned to stay away from him, and a few years later, he was being challenged to duels by other swordsmen with soul society. Kato's fame grew, and eventually when he applied to the gotei 13 they allowed him inside.

The harsh life that Kato led in soul society had served its purpose. Within the academy, although he was by no means the most skilled with the blade, he was strong, resilient and his stubborn attitude never let him give in. He pushed himself, and although he started somewhere a little above average, he climbed to the top of his class, excelling in zanjutsu.

Eventually he graduated and was placed in the second squad. His time in the squad, he recalled, was very different to his time in the streets of soul society. Where people were bullies to the weak over there, his peers cold towards him, and mostly ignored him. This treatment, he found out, hurt him more than the physical beatings he went through, and to prove himself, Kato spend most of his free time within the dojo trying to turn his weakness into a strength. It got to such a point that skill and perfection was the only thing revolving around Kato's mind. Weakness was a disease, and he'd cure it through training.

As the years went by, Kato became more methodical. Instead of like being the beast he was in soul society, he became a beast tamer and took complete reign of himself, and forced discipline upon himself. His zanjutsu became more refined and soon he had activated his shikai. The years passed him by, and he soon found himself in the position as lieutenant. Nearly six hundred years later, he activated his bankai. He stayed as lieutenant for four hundred more years before the opportunity arose for him to become the captain of the second squad after the death of the previous captain at the hands of another captain, and after the trial where he showed his bankai as well as recommendations from other captains, he was deemed worthy to take the position as the second squad's leader.

Several years after his promotion the captain of the twelfth squad presented him with a strange suit. The captain explained that the suit would replace the bandages, and unlike the bandages it didn't have to be replaced every few days, it would regulate itself and keep external bacteria and harm from reaching his exposed tissues. Kato found the suit strange in design, but it was a welcome change from the bandages.

Things were relatively normal within the gotei 13 in regards to Kato for the next several thousand years, until the war with the hollows began.

Personality:
Kato has suffered endlessly for thousands of years, and this suffering has caused him to go cold with a burning desire for destruction underneath. He is by no means unstable, but he revels in the death of his enemies and he fights with the ferocity of an enraged beast while at the same time somehow managing to keep his cool. Ever since he died, never once did Kato smile and after spending time in soul society never again will he smile.

A fine line exists between confidence and arrogance, and Kato has painted that line in bright red. Arrogance never brought him anything but pain, and so he stays away from it as if it were the plague. Yet he is a confident individual, and believes he has every right to be. He is strong after thousands of years of weakness, and a leader of a division.

And to temper that confidence, Kato is disciplined. He believes that with discipline and patience, everything will fall into place, and so he has set boundaries for himself and never crosses them. He's punctual, strict, and has little to no tolerance for those who are careless and act as though things will happen their way if they don't work for it.

Fighting Style:
Before Kato gets into any sort of conflict or fight, he tries to find out as much about that person as possible. If he can't and the fight is spontaneous, he goes slow, getting a feel for his opponent before withdrawing if he can. Once withdrawn he tries to see how his opponent reacts and uses the knowledge he gathers against his enemy. He also tries his best to use his surroundings to give him an advantage, and tries to lure his opponents into traps where he has the upper hand. If he can't find any advantages to use against his opponent, he goes in soft and after getting a taste of his opponent's fighting style leaves, as he believes that knowing your enemy is half the battle.
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Stats:

CQC- 6
Kido- 5
Hoho- 2
Zan Resonance- 8
Reiatsu- 9

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Race Choices:

Close Quarter Combat: Zanjutsu

Skills:

**Shikai- Zan Resonance- 11
**Bankai- Zan Resonance- 14; Reiatsu- 15
**Shunko- CQC- 13; Kido 11

Custom skills:

Zanpakuto:


Shikai
Name & Release:
Fill the world with pain, Sokubaku

Power:
Sokubaku turns completely black with an audible snap of chains and wails of pain, then barbed shackles and chains surround both Kato and his opponent in a rather large square and if they get near the shackles, they latch onto the opponent. If Sokubaku manages to slay whoever Kato is fighting, the chains latch onto the soul of the opponent and drag it back into the sword, where Sokubaku puts them through eternal torture.

Relationship with wielder:
Sokubaku is comfortable with Kato, at first he thought that the shinigami was weak and worthless, but he soon saw the potential in him as he trained day in and day out to become better than anyone in his squad until he managed to do just that. The sword has a bit of respect for Kato for it can sense the torture he went through and the pain he suffered, and the fact that he's still standing continues to surprise Sokubaku.

Bankai
Name:
Ko Batsu

Power:
Kato is covered in a masked samurai armor with broken shackles on his neck, wrists, and ankles, with two black katanas in his hands. With the bankai, he can shoot chains out of the katanas and bring his enemies closer to him, and if he manages to cut an opponent the pain they feel is doubled, and every subsequent cut afterwards is doubled in pain continuously. The pain continues to multiply in accordance to the number of souls held by Sokubaku - if there are one hundred souls, and if Kato manages to nick his opponent one hundred and ten times, the pain will only be doubled continuously doubled for those first hundred nicks.

Plague of the North

@Fat Boy Kyle

The plague appearance is no problem, I can fix it! Also, my character has a really good reason why he needs his daughter around. She's the one that speaks for him since she's the only living person that can understand how to translate his glowering looks and grunts into words. Since he doesn't have a tongue and all that, innit.

Plague of the North

The concept is awesome! I've always wanted to do an rp where medieval people tried to fight off a horde of zombies! I made my CS on the OOC page!

Plague of the North

Roven the Wanderer

Character Theme – Rise of Valor
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Roven is a tall individual with wide, broad shoulders, with a barreled chest, and large, thick arms from years of strenuous training and surviving almost in solitary for a large portion of his life. He has a messy blond main that goes to the mid-point of his back, with a small unkempt beard growing on his face. His eyes are stark blue that look like pits of ice, and just as cold. He wears a tattered hauberk under leather armor, wolf-fur cloak, and a worn red scarf around his neck, which he sometimes lifts up to cover the lower half of his face when the northern chill goes below freezing.

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【Full Name】
Roven Vasili

【Alias】
The Wanderer

【Gender】
Male

【Age】
27

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birth Place】
Sovereign

【Nation/Allegiance】
Kingdom of Vasili

【Profession】
Nomad hunter

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【Personality】

Roven is as cold as the freezing north that he lives in. He never talks, mostly because he can't, and he is always glowering down at strangers. Having lived a harsh life has caused Roven to go nearly bereft of all his emotions, however his adopted daughter is the only one that can bring the lights of joy into his eyes. This doesn't mean that he's a rude person, he's actually quite hospitable to strangers who come by him, but he is reserved and aloof.

Along with being cold, Roven is as stubborn as a rock. If he sets his mind on something, it would take a lot to make him change his mind, and again only his daughter seems to have the capability of doing this. Some of the times. He sees that there is strength in being stubborn, he rationalizes with himself that one that changes their mind like a lone leaf at the mercy of the shifting wind, is weak of mind and heart, able to be taken over by others physically and mentally.

Above all, Roven is patient. If there's one word to describe him, it would be patience. Often people who come across him compare him to a mountain, not because of his size, but because he's stubborn, cold, and patient like a mountain wearing human flesh. This also makes him a great hunter, he can sit in one position waiting for the perfect kill for hours with barely a shift of unease if need be, having been taught the strict lesson of discipline from a young age. His patience also keeps him as a calm and collected individual, allowing him to rationalize and be a sort of pragmatic person. He believes emotions that play a role in making decisions is a sign of weakness, and keeps it out as much as possible.

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【History】
Roven was born to House Vasili, and is the nephew to King Barius. As a child, he was pampered for the first few years of his life, until his mother - King Barius's sister - decided that a pampered young man would do no good for the kingdom, and since she wanted him to be a major player in court, she began hiring the best tutors and trainers to teach him both discipline and responsibility. Those years were harsh on the young Roven. Having gone from a life of being pampered to being scolded on a nearly minute-by-minute basis was something that was hard for him to swallow at first. It wasn't until his father had a heart to heart with him, and told him that he needed to become a man, that he became more staunch and more receptive of his education and training.

Giving learning a try for once, Roven learned that he was fond of war tactics and strategy, and although at first he was weak in the subject, he had with him a tutor who was just as fond of it as he was teaching it, and he explained tactics and strategy to Roven in ways that would open his young mind, and in turn making him more clever. In the training grounds, Roven was strong and quite good with the sword, but he found he preferred the bow and arrow a lot more, even though he was horrible with it. Again Roven hit a stroke of luck as his archery master was a patient man, and often took Roven out hunting with a large party of guards close by in order to teach Roven a more authentic method of using the bow, and the lessons outside of the city proved to be far more effective in teaching him than within the training grounds. And although Roven enjoyed his adventure outside the city, the training with his mentor was brutal in order to give him the proper strength to shoot an arrow multiple times.

At the age of seventeen, Roven's mother became gravely ill, and his father died several years before after a horrific hunting accident that involved several polar bears. He stayed by his mother's side most of that time, foregoing his responsibilities in court and his lessons. It was also a time that he had gotten very close with his mother. He would spend the whole day sitting on a stool by her side, and they would talk throughout that day, and she would share stories of her younger days when she was more adventurous. It was during this time that he learned his mother used to be a high ranking officer in the army until she found out she was pregnant with him. Several months later, as she approached the gates of death, she gave him the longbow that she used in her youth as a gift. A few days later, while he was attending the funeral of his mother, King Barius offered to take him in out of respect for his sister, but Roven humbly refused, saying that he was going to go find his calling outside of the city. Although he could see the King didn't quite agree with his decision, he was glad that he didn't bring it up again.

He took a few days to say his goodbyes to his tutors, trainers, and his close friends at court. Once it was all done, he took the bow his mother had given him, a quiver of arrows and set off on his own towards other parts of the kingdom. He traveled to several cities and smaller villages, never staying in one place for more than two years, making a living off of hunting, which earned him a good amount of coin since the plague caused a decrease of food stores. Things changed for him, when at the age of twenty one, Roven met his would-be wife, Liralta, a woman belonging to the northern tribes. He had been hunting in a dense thicket when he came across a strange berry, and unbeknownst to Roven at the time, the plant was highly poisonous and entered the blood stream through the tongue. He took a few of the berries and began eating them, and after a while he began to feel sick - his head felt light and his heart was beating as if he sprinted through the kingdom. Then he passed out.

When he woke up, he found himself in a strange tent, with his mouth strangely empty. And after sticking his hand in his mouth Roven realized that his tongue was missing, and stood up enraged at what the tribesmen did to him. Looking around and found a spear at the side of the tent, grabbed it and went out, rampaging through the tribe's encampment and managed to injure several of the tribesmen before he was pinned down by Liralta. She explained to him, in a broken accent that had she left the tongue inside his mouth, that the berries he ate were poisonous and had she left the tongue he would have died. He didn't like what he heard, but he accepted it nonetheless. Then after something that sounded like snarling and snapping, the tribesmen turned away from Roven and went about their business, but they made sure to go out of their way to glower at him or insult him in their strange language whenever they came across him.

He spent several years among them and although he could no longer speak, he learned to understand their strange language and lived amongst them, hunting in the woods with Liralta for game to feed the tribe. Eventually, the tribesmen came to accept Roven, some even befriending him, and he married Liralta. Roven recalls those years as the years that shaped him into the man he was. The tribesmen were harsh, rough, and nothing like civilized people. Living in the open at the mercy of nature made them tough and hardy, and it rubbed off on him. Once while in a cave with Liralta during a particular nasty blizzard, he heard a cry coming from the snowstorm, but he passed it off as only the wind. Then it came again, closer, and it sounded like a child. Liralta stood and went into the blizzard, despite his protests, and he followed her. There they found an injured young girl no more than nine years old. They brought her in with them to the cave, and Liralta tried her best to nurse the young girl back to health.

It took several days for the blizzard to pass, and when it did, they took the girl back to the tribe where they gave her to the shaman to be healed properly. While the girl was being healed, Liralta brought up the topic of adopting her since she was barren and incapable of conceiving. Roven, although liking the idea, was on the fence because the girl might have had parents of her own. When they found out her parents were killed by those infected from the plague, they adopted her.

Then the plague hit. From Falkreath they said, and hit them particularly hard. Roven was in his tent with his family when four infected attacked them, two going for, Evelyn, their daughter. Both stood, their parental instincts overtaking them, and he watched as Liralta jumped on an infected with nothing but a small dagger, and he watched horrified as two more came through the tent flap and bit into her back, causing her to fall from the infected she was on. He made to protect his wife and child but he realized two were on his flank, and while he was fighting them with a small axe, he watched horrified as the infected overtook his wife, eating her flesh right off her bones. Wrought with grief and anger, Roven went for his greatsword and killed most of the infected, leaving one which was on top of his daughter, trying to bite her neck. Then he watched as Evelyn turned into an eagle and flew off in a flurry of feathers. Both he and the infected creature were stunned for a moment, until Roven shook himself and killed the thing while it looked dumbly at its empty hands.

Immediately after killing the creature, he ran out of the tent and found his daughter in the snow a few yards away, her face white and fearful. He brought her back in and after a few silent hours, they buried Liralta where she died, leaving a small rock to mark her grave, burned what was left of the infected, and left, Roven taking the red scarf his late wife wore around his neck. The following morning, he found that most of the tribe had been infected and had ran off, only the shaman and a few other warriors remaining. They told him they would be heading to a sister tribe and that he should go with them, but he refused, saying he was going back to Sovereign to fight the plague. Then the shaman offered to travel with them after explaining that she saw Evelyn turn into a bird. He agreed, and as they traveled back to his home, the shaman taught his daughter how to master her shape shifting and take control of it. Once she was adept enough the shaman turned into a giant white bear and left them, opting to live a solitary life until the plague had ended.

During their travels into the outlying cities of the kingdom, Roven heard that his uncle was gathering a team to fight the plague at the Cross Roads, and seeing his opportunity to rid the world of the blight, he headed for the major town.

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【Skills and Abilities】
Roven is a master with the long bow. He can draw and release, then draw again within the span of a couple of seconds. Years of training and hunting have been his master, and living in the wilds have honed his muscles to the peak of his physical abilities, allowing him feats that would raise eyebrows. He is also well trained in how to use the greatsword, although he admits to himself that he isn't as good as he should be, but he knows in a fight, he can hold himself and if not attack, then at least defend himself well enough from getting killed. Along with these two is his brute strength. Roven is a large man, hard to miss, and his muscles are as solid as rock with strength to match his size, and rigorous self discipline have given him feats of strength that would be considered by some impossible.

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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Weapons/Tools
- Ornate Long Bow.
- Greatsword.
- Quiver of arrows.
- A small pack stuffed with gauze and alcohol.

Magical Spells
Roven personally doesn't possess any magical abilities, but his adopted daughter, Evelyn does, and she's able to shape-shift into an eagle for a short time. Although taught by the shaman of her tribe, she isn't as adept as she would like to be and hopes to find a tome or book detailing more about the magic.

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