Tortoise

Pilgrim's Caravan: An Open-Ended Fantasy (with Worldbuilding!)

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I've been working on origin locations for my characters! I'm so excited to see what others are working on. Ehhh! Excitement overload.

@Katakuri

Honestly, visiting the areas our various characters our from is one of the things I'm most looking forward to in this RP. Like, yes, lemme see y'all's weird hometowns.

here's my guy!

Fern

Fern
Race, Age, Time in the Caravan:
Undead, around 120 years old (~21 when he died), 4 months

Appearance:
Fern is a tall and gangly guy, with slouched shoulders and a permanent slump to his walk. His skin is a sickly, light green with splotches of blue, and feels ice cold to the touch. It’s also always a little… wet. His auburn hair looks like, if he took care of it better, it would fall in beautiful ringlets to his shoulder – however, being who he is, it’s just a mat of messy curls pulled up into what may in some eyes constitute as a bun. His eyes are a dull brown, peering out from permanently downcast eyelids, and a nasty scar runs across his face from temple to chin in a diagonal. He’s usually dressed in dark, drab clothes a few sizes to big for him. If it’s not the undead thing that stands out, two other things might; the amulet with an eyeball set in the centre that he wears around his neck, or the frilly doll that he’s always carrying around.

History:
Fern (born Fernando Aguez in a dark, distant past) drowned over a century ago, and he doesn’t much like to talk about it, okay? Yes, he fell into a river, yes it was tragic and also kind of stupid, but do people keep having to bring it up? Anyway, yeah, so he’s been dead for a bit, and waking up washed on shore with mottled green skin definitely comes in the top ten of worst ways he’s ever been woken up. Point is, he’s not alive but he sure ain’t dead either, and that kind of sucks when it comes to like, society and stuff. Because people are very good at putting things in boxes: either you’re alive, or you’re dead, and you’re sure as hell not a freaky in between, whatever that may be. He wants to ask those people what they think he is then, but generally when he comes near them they start running and screaming and grabbing the pitchforks, so he’s gotten quite used to not asking those kind of questions in small, religious towns. Bigger cities are a bit more openminded, and not being able to die (or live, mind you) comes in quite useful when you’re trying to kill (unalive, that is, for those a little squeamish) some assholes who didn’t pay their bar tabs. No, it ain’t the cleanest work, but it pays.

Personality:
I’m sure you’ll have figured out by now that Fern is maybe not the most friendly of guys. Can’t even blame it on dying and being resurrected; he was a bit of a dick before that too, but undeath certainly didn’t make him more cheerful. Regardless, he’s a loyal sort and a hard worker if you put him to work with something that interests him. Most of his grumpy façade is just that: a façade. When it comes to it, he does care for things, it’s just hard to care for people when most of them are ageing and you’re stuck with algae growing on your ribs.

Motivation:
So, about that killing people. Yeah, turns out there are authorities looking out for that, and maybe sometimes you leave a bit too much evidence and then it turns out that, hey, is that guy even breathing? Oh shit we got a murdering zombie on our hands.
Yeah, that. The caravan seemed like a good respite for a while; see some new places, maybe find somewhere to work. And it’s a good place to hide when the guards are on your ass. That helps too.

Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:
So, first off, unable to die. That’s a thing. Doesn’t mean he’s not able to be damaged, though; if you were to cut him up into multiple pieces and then scattered those pieces across the globe, not much he can do about that. Other than probably complain a lot. With undead comes some benefits, such as not having to eat, drink or breathe, and not ageing, however, it has its downsides as well. While it doesn’t hurt him, sunlight makes him weaker and can dry him out. He’s fast in water and rain makes him stronger, but just about anyone can outrun him on land. He’s pretty strong, physically, at least stronger than his lanky figure suggests, and undeath gave him a nasty set of sharp teeth and nails.

What They Most Want: If you’d ask him, he’d say big money, but really, he wouldn’t mind being put to rest. Undeath becomes tiring and boring after a while.

If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be: Chaotic neutral

Three Likes: Salmon, preferably raw; stacks of that good cash money; rainy evenings.

Three Dislikes: The Sun™; nuts (he’s not allergic, he just doesn’t enjoy the texture); authorities

Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?: Heart, for sure. Why think when you can just go and worry about the repercussions later.

Worst Fear: Being left out in the desert.

Favorite Color: Gold. It’s ironic because it’s also the colour of the sun.

Most Like The Animal: Is it ironic to say a very grumpy fish. Realistically though, he’s more like a crab, always up for violence and perfectly willing to drag other people down in the bucket with him.

Favorite Time of Day: Sunset. Begone, sun.

How They Dress: Shoddily. He likes shiny things, but wearing expensive clothing is kind of useless if you’re always dumping yourself in fresh sewage.

Favorite Season: Autumn. Lots of rain, but not yet cold enough to freeze water.

What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any): None, neither before or after his death. He’s not a spiritual sort.

@astrifer0us

Your sheet made me laugh audibly, more than once. Accepted.

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@Silverstein
I'm afraid that your sheet will have to be one of the ones that I put on the back-burner. We can PM if you want to know the specifics, but at the moment I don't believe that I can accept Tiny Tim (despite his wonderful name) into the RP.

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Rita, the goblin knight

Rita

Race, Age, Time in the Caravan:
_{Goblin, 27, 2 years in the Pilgrim's Caravan}

Appearance:
_{Rita is about 1 meter tall in stature, and is most often seen riding alongside the caravan clad in a full suit of plate mail, face hidden behind a somewhat battered grilled helmet}

History:
<sub>While goblins certainly have a reputation for being nothing but half pint bandits, not all of their tribes are like that. Some, like Rita’s, live too far away from any roads or towns to do such a thing, and instead practice actual trades. In her case, her home village was one nestled away in a swamp with mushrooms the size of trees, and her people were, naturally, farmers and forages of fungi, as well as brewers and potion makers.

Not that they didn’t play a part in the whole goblin’s are jerks thing, seeing as their main trading partners were other goblins, and particularly those who lived on the edge of civilization causing a nuisance and who didn’t have time for that whole farming thing.

It was during a routine visit to one of those that Rita’s life changed forever. See, she had always had a secret fascination with tales of knights. Not goblin tales of them mind, but ones from looted story books she had gotten her hands on (and which someone had already ripped out all the stories containing goblins in them out of) that she had read near religiously as a child and young adult. Well, it was on that day that the goblin first met one of the knights she so adored

Captive.

That was something that would just not do, so, at night, when no one was watching she snuck in, freed the confused knight, and helped them escape the camp undetected while babbling quietly about her admiration for their profession. Her reward for this? A boot to the gutt once they were clear … and also the knight’s helmet, let behind while they themselves fled.

The kick turned out to help her excuses once the knight was spotted legging it a lot, as she could claim he had totally tried to stop them escaping (a thing the knight successfully did despite said spotting), an excuse that held. For a little bit. Once word of her obsession with knights started to get out, she was already on the run and further from home than she had ever been.

Given that she had grown up in the wilds as a forager, living off the land wasn’t hard, but it was hardly living. So, along with the help of a feral dog turned close companion, she set about following her dreams, donning her ‘gifted’ helmet on her head, and scraps to disguise her species and setting out to do daring deeds.

That was rough going at first, but with dedication, hard work, a fair amount of luck, encountering several open minds that encouraged her to not always hide what she was, Rita has gotten herself to a place she is quite happy with: traveling across the world with the caravan, and seeing whatever adventure that brings her too.

Well, and one other thing got her there too, and that is the patronage of one Sir Perrywinkle, a small god of knighthood, which she gained in recognition for her daring deeds and strict adherence to the code of chivalry. She is, functionally, a paladin, although as a paladin of a god of knights, this involves less healing and smiting, and more riding fast and hitting things hard.</sub>

Personality:
<sub>Rita is brave, perhaps recklessly so, while being cheerful and optimistic in the face of danger, a combination that is either charming or, given that her occupation is, functionally, killing, manicaly unsettling. She is eager to help whoever and however she can, but is also eager to show off while doing so, having a bit of an ego and a mountain of confidence, which can get in the way of getting a job done right.

That is not to say that she has zero survival instincts (she would not have lived this long if she did not) but suffice to say that Rita can often get in over her low to the ground head and then has to fight tooth and nail to get herself out of it if no-one helps bail her out.</sub>

Motivation:
<sub>Rita’s main passive goal is to simply live up to the idea of a Knight errant, to roam the land in search of daring deeds to be done, and the caravan’s worldly wanderings are a good medium for this at the moment. It helps that she does not need to worry about her species’ reputation among them too, as she is ‘out’ to them, and at this point happily accepted.

Longer term, things get a little hazier. Pure fame and fortune, to an extent. Being knighted. Saving a princess. Basically, having her mimicking of the knightly nobility legitimized. That and maybe poking goblin culture and the perception of it in a direction she finds preferable via leading by example</sub>

Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:
<sub>Rita has remarkable, bordering on absurd, amounts of strength for her size, and she needs it, considering her profession and typical garb and armaments, which consist of some custom platemail, a kite shield and multiple melee weapons from swords, maces, knives and lances.

She uses these from atop the back of her noble steed Bernared, who she has become quite proficient at riding into battle.

Half of this is training, while the other is paladin-ly gifts, which let her break past her mortal limits and grant her a surprising amount of durability to boot (on top of what the armor grants). Other than raw strength and durability, the god also grants the ability to perform quick bursts of speed for dodging or charging proses, allowing the goblin and her steed to ‘dash’ in any non retreating direction. She is also resistant to hexes, curses, and other cowardly deliberating magics.

In return for her gifts, the goblin is oathbound to aid those in need, and to abhor villany in all its forms (though her god is just savvy enough to let her pick her battles rather than forcing her to throw her life away on lost causes)

In a more practical, less violent, set of skills, she has excellent foraging and survival skills, and has a decent knowledge of brewing simple potions (mushroom based as often as not) that can have a number of beneficial effects (typical stamina and strength are the ones she makes the most) as well as some, lets say, fun ones. Her actual cooking of regular food is rather lacking however.

As a goblin she has excellent hearing (even when her ears are jammed inside her helmet), and decent night vision. Also as a goblin, she is also smol, which is still sometimes a problem even if the strength issue has mostly been dealt with.</sub>

Optional: Extra Details

What They Most Want: For stories to be written about her

If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be: Lawful Good

Three Likes: Adventure, sugar and, obviously, all things knight related

Three Dislikes: Getting looked down on, mushroom based foods (they make her homesick) and hailstorms (the way they set her helmet ringing is painful on the ears)

Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?: Heart

Worst Fear: Being outed as a goblin while disguised in a place she’d need to fight her way out of to survive

Favorite Color: Silver

Most Like The Animal:
_{Husky: loyal, dependable, and playful}

Favorite Time of Day: Dawn. or sunset. They are dramatic

How They Dress: Knight-illy

Favorite Season: Autumn, its just the right temperature

What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any):
<sub>Sir Perrywinkle: A legendary knight who was deified upon his death, and is now the, or at least a, patron saint of knights. Kind of a niche god, unsurprisingly, and is more often worshiped by the common folk hoping for salvation than by knights themselves(who, being nobles, tend to stick to the bigger ones).

The Gobbler: Goblin god of food and good times, and the only goblin god Rita still considers still worth her time

An assortment of other ‘good’ gods in a far more loose fashion</sub>

@DracoLunaris

She's adorable, and I love her.

Approved. We can always use more knights and goblins. I like 'em both.

I decided to make a second character for fun. Probably won't use him as much, but I was really vibing with the look and got inspiration.

Virro

Virro

Race, Age, Time in the Caravan:
_{Virro’s homeland is known to be the Feywild, with extremely remote origins. He’s roughly 225 in age and has been with the caravan for about five decades.}

Appearance:
_{Virro stands an inch or two over seven feet and weighs somewhere around 270 pounds. He is a slender and lengthy individual with lean muscles. Even though he is tall and weighs a decent amount, he would be considered to have a petite skeletal frame for his species.}

History:
_{Like most of his species, he grew up in a democratic tribe. Their ways can be considered bizarre to others — humans — as common practice in his tribe was to exile ones who caused forest fires (even accidentally) or brought harm to any animals, especially of rarity. When Virro was a youngling, he experienced the wrath of forest fires from an uncareful member of the tribe — learning how to distance himself from other individuals at a young age.
Virro stayed in his community for roughly forty-five years before going off on his own. Deciding to take the path of a hermit and learn the ways of the druid. He went out into the forest to find his way and learn from the natural world. Loneliness became addicting and Virro lived this singular lifestyle for around one-hundred years before departing from the Feywilds. He made his way into the outer world, traveling the vast world around him and experiencing the outside world for thirty years before meeting the caravan. He has been traveling with the caravan since.}

Personality:
<sub>More often than not, Virro keeps himself in a middle-latitude zone. Constantly being indifferent but rational and reasonable about the decisions and responses he gives others or himself — these are the foundation for his personality.
Sometimes it is difficult for even the most strong-minded individual to keep a reasonable mindset and Virro is not an exception. He can be extremely passionate. Showing what he truly cares about. This can lead to him even becoming emotional and showing how sensitive he can be about certain topics.

Other than his indifferent ways and his sometimes passionate explosions, Virro tends to be a friendly individual. Trying his best to respect everyone, he has a harder time with humans. He sees them as destructive, ignorant, and arrogant. Even with humans, he tries to be polite — his common tongue seems to always stay in a polite and blunt sphere.</sub>

Motivation:


Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:
<sub>Virro knows the common language along with giant and elvish — knowing giant better than any language that he can speak. This might be because his tribe follows the multiple deities that created the species of giants and such.

Strengths:
— Powerful build: Virro might have a lean build, but he can carry, push, drag, and move a lot more than what he weighs.
— Transparency: Virro can make himself transparent. This helps him to be unseen in the forest and in times of having to be sneaky.
— Access to Nature Magic (Energy based):
→ Nature Manipulation
→ Nature Channeling
— Fauna and Flora handling, communication, and friendship: He can speak to the flora and fauna along with having a balanced relationship with most creatures in the forest. He has no language to understand his leafy or furry friends, but he is patient enough to listen to their body language and behavior to know what they need or want.
— Advanced and diverse knowledge of the natural world
— Proficiencies with a bow and arrow, knives, and daggers.
— Wild-based cooking (venison, wild root vegetables, etc…)
— Medical knowledge of wrapping, bandaging, splinting, stitches, and invasive-based procedures. All based on experiences from what he had to do on himself (no formal experience).

Vulnerabilities/weaknesses/etc…:
— Consumption: This could be considered a weakness when food is scarce. It takes at least twice as much food a day to keep Virro functioning. A common thing with his kind or species his size.
— Extremely honest to a fault. Anyone — even someone that has the smarts of a box of rocks — could catch Virro lying. For some reason, his kind becomes physically uncomfortable upon lying even by omission. A few tell-tales of him lying are fidgeting, pacing, no eye contact, and massaging his torso, arm, or where it hurts the most from lying.
— Decision-making when it comes to the forest (animals or plants especially of rarity) and anything else. He might choose a kelpie over you.
— The ashes of Ashwood can be used in many ways to default Virro into a bad situation (and others of his species). It can be used as a poison in food or drink, becoming fatal if consumed. If the ashes are poured in a thick line, Virro cannot cross it. Meaning one could trap themselves into a circle that Virro cannot break or cross to get to the other.
— Like much different fey, iron is known to be a weakness for certain species. Natural healing appears to not be suitable when recovering from the cut or pierced flesh by iron. This can become fatal and magical healing is recommended, infection has a higher chance of spreading and killing him without unnatural ways of recovery.

Tools and inventory:
— Two twin daggers
— A book mixed of experience: herbology, fauna, flora, recipes, songs, certain spells, and more
— Pan flute (knows how to play, has been playing since he was a kid)
— Bow and a handful of arrows</sub>

Optional: Extra Details

What They Most Want: Protection and safety for the fauna, flora, and all of the wild.

If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be: Neutral good

Three Likes:
— Tea
— Soup
— Meditation. Alone time. Peacefulness. Quietness.
Three Dislikes:
— Individuals who lack empathy for the fauna, flora, or ones who need it.
— Negative energy
Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?: He is always debating with the two, but he tries to stay reasonable.

Worst Fear: Forest fires (PTSD from childhood trauma with a forest fire)

Favorite Color: Forest greens, browns, tans, and natural colors

Most Like The Animal:
_unknown

Favorite Time of Day: undecided

How They Dress: A traveler of the forest

Favorite Season: Any

What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any):
_{Virro follows under the goddess Iallanis, the goddess of peace and mercy. He knows his people’s origins to be derived from the goddess Othea having an affair with the god Ulutiu.}

@Katakuri

Approved.

Y'know, my character is a human who comes from a place called the Old Marshland, and while it doesn't come into his story much, my idea for it is that it used to be a fey-land before humans migrated in and killed off most the native fey. Since your dude is already not fond of humans, there might be some tension there, if he knows that bit of history :P

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How's about my question? Is there like any kind of disposition you'd wanna avoid in characters?

@TruthHurts22

Honestly, it's a tough one to answer, because I'd just have to see the sheet. My instinct is to say "No, killer-y characters are fine," but I would advise that I don't think the Caravan would actively shelter someone that they know is an (unjustified) murderer

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Alright, my dude(tte)s, I'll be reviewing these sheets when I get home later.

In the meantime-

I’m interested. Can I join?

@ImaginedBird67

Of course!

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Speaking of animals, is it possible for us to have mystical beasts, like griffons, wyverns, pegasi, etc?

@MagusDream

Ya, for sure

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I've removed that part @Tortoise.

@MagusDream

Then you are approved!

@Tortoise

Roter Schwann

Name

Roter Schwann

Race, Age, Time in the Caravan:
Human, 28, 3 months in the Caravan.

Appearance:

Hidden for Size

Rote looks much younger than his 28 years due to healing magic and potions being used to preserve his looks.

History:

Roter was born in the Principality of Meissen in the north of the Continent, a land of cool summers and warm winters, of fertile fields and bustling cities. His family were mercenaries born and bred, who uplifted themselves from commoner stock and learned to read, write, and finally, cast Magic as well as swords. Roter admired his father, his mother, and the life they had bought for him, and sought to follow in their footsteps, training as hard as he can to serve his mercenary company - He handled training swords, he stabled horses, and he learned how to protect himself with Magic when shields and armor alone won't do.

At eighteen, he was already an accomplished fighter, and the Captain of the mercenary company, Abel, gave him the Company's most prized weapon, the fiery blade 'Galatine'. This roused jealousy from the other members of the mercenary company, which was bad as the Principality had just hired them to help defend against one of the most powerful nations in the region, the Osttereich, which had invaded the Principality on some trumped-up excuse.

Thanks to a 'suggestion' by the second-in-command of the mercenary company, Roter and a detachment of new recruits were left to guard a mountain pass believed to be away from the Osttereich's main offensive - It was, but the enemy had enough forces to overwhelm said pass anyway; 1,500 men against Roter and 150 folk. Even then, the defenders were able to hold out for nearly a week until the starvation, thirst, and the overwhelming numbers of the enemy forced them to yield.

It was only the beginning of their nightmare.

Mercenaries were not protected by the laws of war, and Roter's Captain, as well as his parents, had also been killed elsewhere and most of the treasure which could be used to pay for their ransom was seized. So after a quick trial, Roter and the survivors of his detachment had everything taken away from them and 'indentured' to the highest bidder for ten years. Despite 'indentures' theoretically having some rights, this was still a painful scenario, considering the temprament of his 'employers'.

The next ten years were not to be discussed, except that his youthful appearance was preserved using healing magic and potions, and also that the war between Meissen and the Osterreich ended with a peace which returned to the status quo (with a few miles of land being ceded to the Osterreich). Nevertheless, once it was time for him to be freed, his last employer had a gift for him: Galatine returned, as well as the revelation that his former mercenary company was still roaming around under the previous second-in-command's leadership... And that the reason he had been captured was because of treachery.

Rather than seek revenge, Roter thanked the employer for not delaying his freedom and for giving him the gift, and promptly joined the Pilgrim's Caravan; realizing that at 28, he had spent a decade away from his former home and his ties with it had been burnt away...

Personality:

Roter wants to think he's a good person; maybe he still is, but what did he know? His experiences for the last ten years were best not talked about, a source of shame to him which he is tempted to drown out with alcohol and sleep, but he couldn't just lose himself in those; he didn't want to die yet. He just wants to be away from it all, to forget the loss of the life he once had, the death of his parents and his Captain, and the separation from his friends (sometimes due to them dying while indentured) due to the betrayal they all had suffered. However, despite his focus on his own pain and misery, Roter also has a brighter side; he is protective of children and despises cruelty in general, having had enough of that in the past ten years.

And while he does not over-indulge in alcohol, he is ready and eager to just chat and feast with the other members of the caravan.

Motivation:

Overcome his trauma and make a decision as to whether to seek revenge or not.

Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:

Skills and Strengths: An athletic man who is proficient in the use of shields and swords as well as maces, and able to bear the weight of armor. A good singer and bard who is well-read in history and metaphysical theory as well as philosophy. Not just that, but he knows first aid and anatomy and is generally knowledgeable in general.

Magic: Roter is proficient in conjuring and controlling flames up to a few meters' distance, and is resistant to hot temperatures due to both magical and mundane training. However, where he truly shines is 'White Magic', namely conjuring up barrriers of Holy Light which can cover up to six closely-packed folk and casting waves of healing energy (which also take the form of Holy Light) which heal those they touch.

Weaknesses: Aside from his trauma and current indecision, Roter has a well of paranoia due to not knowing if he'll be betrayed by the person he talks to. He is also bad at lying, although he can shade the truth or omit various details or convince himself of his own words if he really needed to. He also has a well of self-hate due to how he feels he betrayed the men and women under him by allowing them to be captured. And finally, despite all that, Roter is easily taken in by a pretty face (both male or female) and the promise of romance and a shoulder to cry on...

Tools:

- Civilian Clothes.
- Armor.
- Shield.
- Dagger.
- A pouch of gold coins.

Galatine - A blade of Starmetal and Mythril which glows brightly when drawn, and allows Roter to send out waves of fiery energy which can burn through metal or waves of healing energy which can close the wounds and replenish the blood of a dozen people at once.

@Letter Bee

Also approved!

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@Tortoise Our characters are in a caravan, meaning they probably would need mounts and such unless they want to walk. Am I allowed to make something to attempt to have it incorporated into the world? So, Cricket has a mount for her size?

@Katakuri

I vote that Cricket rides an actual cricket.

But to answer your question: you don't need to fill out a sheet or anything to give your character a mount. You can just say, IC, that your dudette is riding on one. Most of the writing and worldbuilding here will be done IC- I'm not the type of GM to make you fill out sheets for everything you wanna do. You can just give her a mount.

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@Timemaster Ye I'm a bit overwhelmed, I feel like I need to hurry.

@Dark Cloud

You don't

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So this has me a bit curious. I have a couple character concepts I could use for this but for one I am wondering what the sort of tech available would be. Or in this case, would firearms be something that may be present in this world? I have a character concept who would use a black powder revolver or double barrel pistol. Though I know that's something that doesn't always work in fantasy settings.

@Remipa Awesome

Unfortunately, I can't allow firearms in this setting. It just breaks the medieval fantasy vibe, imo.

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Character Sheet

Kurama

Picture

Race, Age, Time in the Caravan:
<sub>Caelum Goblin - a subspecies of Goblins. Their skin color ranges between bright white to a dark black tone depending on where in Caelum they live. Height-wise they are like dwarfs with the tallest Caelum Goblin being a head shorter than the average human. Their bodies are slender and while the main majority keep the usual scales which Goblins are known for, there are some who have adapted to Caelum and feathers started to grow alongside with hollow bones similar to birds.

Kurama is 24 years old which makes her a young adult between her people which can live up to 80 years and she has been with the Caravan for just a month.</sub>


History:
<sub>Kurama was born 16 years ago at the bottom of Caelum which, considering the tallness of the Caelum mountain, was still a kilometre up in the air. Enough for one to make out the shapes in the distance and villages. For Caelum Goblins, the higher they lived, the higher their status was in their society with the reigning Goblin King at the top of the mountain. This didn’t mean by any means that Kurama had a bad start in life, only that she was restricted in what jobs she was allowed to do and her freedom of movement on the mountain.

It all changed for her when she discovered, by mistake, the magic of Alchemy. A yet undiscovered branch of magic for the Caelum Goblins which usually specialised in illusion magic. Alchemy, the combination of plants, powders and whatnot to make elixirs with different results. This made her one of the most known Caelum Goblins and elevated her to a very high rank in their society.

She dedicated her first years of teenagehood to medicine. Finding plants and combining them in different potions helped her people much as minor cuts and even bones would mend themselves with only a few sips of her drinks.

Alas’ it wasn’t enough for her. After trying all the possible combinations that she could think of, producing many kinds of elixirs, she pretty much reached a point of stagnation. Nothing else could be learned about Caelum and with the secluded state the Caelum Goblins were in, there was only one thing she could do. Leave the place of her birth and explore the world.

With a bit of luck, she encountered the Caravan and saw a great opportunity for research. Travel with them, gather materials and maybe, just maybe Kurama would achieve her greatest dream. The Elixir of Full Regeneration. A medicine so strong it could bring back anyone from the brink of death to a fully healed state.</sub>

Personality:
Kurama is a very curious person and is not afraid of taking risks. She knows that sometimes sacrifices have to be made to achieve greatness but she also understands that other lives are important and will not risk them at her expense.

Motivation:
_{Creating the Elixir of Full Regeneration}

Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:
Alchemist: Kurama is proficient in imbuing magic and combining different materials together into creating potions with various results. While most of her research was focused on healing, there were some explosive by-products which proved to be dangerous if not handled properly. In order for this to work, she needs to have materials and a place where she can cook them up.
Low Level Illusionist: While a skill she never studied, she did manage to learn how to cast very minor visual illusions by watching her fellow Caelum Goblins.
Untrained for Combat: Kurama is essentially useless in combat without the use of her potions.
Herbalist: Kurama knows how to identify plants and can determine their properties.
Doctor training: While not the usual type of doctoring, Kurama knows which potions and what quantities to use in order to heal others.
Little to no social skills: Kurama doesn't know how to express herself in a diplomatic way and most of the times she can come up as blunt.

Optional: Extra Details

What They Most Want: To invent a truly miraculous elixir.

If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be: Chaotic Good

Three Likes: Research, exploring, experiments

Three Dislikes:Nosy people, stagnation, destruction of ecosystems

Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?: Mind

Worst Fear: Never achieving her dream

Favourite Color: Green

Most Like The Animal: Owl

Favourite Time of Day:Any

How They Dress: Casual but with long sleeves over her arms, a hood and glasses to protect her eyes

Favorite Season: Summer

What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any): Kathetikon the God of Knowledge

@Tortoise There she is 😁

@Timemaster

You're another player who hit on my weak points; I love both alchemy and goblins.

Anyway, it's approved.

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OK, I have something to show right now. I might add something more and revise it but I just want to showcase my character.

Young Mage of Secretive Origins

"I'm just your run-of-the-mill mage-in-training with the wish to be an archmage and a scholar. And I'll make my dream come true, you can certainly bet on it."

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Basic Information

Name: Ark Andraste
True Name: To be revealed.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Magician (Human)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Time in the Caravan: Just joined the Pilgrim's Caravan 2 days ago.

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Appearance and Fashion

Appearance: Ark is a 1.60m (5'3) tall young man. He is slender, not having any muscles to show off, and is clearly uninterested in building a muscular physique since, according to Ark himself, doesn't fit his image as a mage and scholar. His hair is white by default (he hasn't bleached his hair), his eyes are blue and his complexion is white. His clothing is composed of a black bodysuit with white crystals attached to parts of it (for reasons Ark doesn't know how to properly explain), and his white cape with red strings adorning it.

Dressing Style: Ark's fashion style revolves around using casual clothing. However, because of his own clothing, he's known to have an "eccentric" taste and likes to actually experiment with various types of combinations. In tandem with these facts, Ark hates using formal dressing and cannot stand to wear a tuxedo.

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Personal Information

History: Ark is the only son of two magicians in a small village from the deep eastern ends of Alwyne. He was born on a cozy and rather lovely farm, where his parents both decided to use their magic for a small and peaceful life instead of aiming grand towards the magister courts from the kingdoms in the world. And so, Ark has been freely training magic in order to actually inherit the farm and become its next owner, where he would keep working until the end of his life.

But that wasn't exactly his plan in life. Ever since he was a child, Ark had a dream of becoming an archmage, dominating various elemental magics (except for Dark types), and becoming a scholar. His dream is to build an academy for magicians from scratch, even though this idea might or might not have been done by someone else, while also allowing normal humans and other non-magical creatures to develop the passion and desire to learn about magic, control it, and use it.

Ark studied hard to grasp whatever elemental powers he could control, but his mana as a child only allowed him to master Light elemental magic (which he sticks up to this day). And because his parents were against his dreams, they limited how much research material Ark had any access to, and how much they would teach him about magic, and didn't let Ark leave the farm to pursue other places in the village to study. This, in conjuncture with his age, made Ark a "prisoner" and he wasn't accepting it.

When he finally completed 15 years old, Ark packed his things and ran away from home. He grabbed a trustworthy horse and some money he had gained from some errands and went away to the next town. He never returned back home, so he doesn't know if his parents are still after him or not. Ever since his escapade, Ark started a new life of doing some quests here and there, going around towns in order to continue studying his magic and pursue his dream.

However, Ark ended up getting into some trouble when he hit 17 years old. His horse ended up dying because of age and it was in the middle of a storm. He managed to go to another town on foot but had to stay in that town for more than what he actually wanted to. He did some quests on his own but still had to stay stuck in town for over a year because he wasn't being able to afford another horse with the money he had.

That's when he met the Pilgrim's Caravan and asked to join them in order to keep traveling and pursue his dream. After some talk and settlement, he became (possibly) the most recent member of the Caravan, and perhaps the youngest of the whole squad. And so continues the story of Ark Andraste, who's now a member of the Pilgrim's Caravan while continuing his own research for the time being.

... At least that's the story he tells whenever asked about his origin. Where Ark truly hails from, though, is a mystery. As far as he knows, no one doubts him (or at least shows some doubt) and he hasn't been fully questioned about everything. Yet.

Personality: Ark is bibliophile at heart. He loves to dig himself into books and has a passion for studying. While he doesn't limit himself only to the studies toward his dream goal, he tends to focus specifically on the study of other elemental magic, as well as the history of magic himself. Another quirk is that he gets really passionate whenever discussing these topics with others and can go for hours and hours talking about magic.

Speaking of his social skills, despite being a bibliophile, Ark isn't a loner. He's actually quite well versed in socializing with others and his very charismatic towards other people, whether from the Caravan or not. As a result of his travels, Ark can easily speak with people and has no problems approaching strangers, which doesn't fit too much with his love for books but it works in his favor.

Ark's also very noble and is ready to make sacrifices for those who don't have the same power or conditions as him. He's a very compassionate and kind-hearted fellow, to the point that Ark can be somewhat invasive. He's a good listener but wants to listen and will insist to have a conversation with people going through some trouble until they snap at him.

One thing Ark actually hates speaking is about origins, because of whatever he is hiding at heart. Whenever the topic of speaking about the past or something of the sort, he's the first to leave the table or the room. He is, in no way possible, open to speaking about it and gets extremely defensive if he has to talk too much about it.

Likes:

• Books on studies of the history of magic, elemental tomes, summoning, and alchemy;
• Traveling around the world and learning about different cultures.
• Wolves. Ark's a wolf person.

Dislikes:

• Drinking, the smell of alcohol and drunkards;
• Abuse of power and dealing with the snobs of rich people;
• Talking about his past.

Worst Fear: Returning home without fulfilling his dream.
Favorite Color: White.
Favorite Time of Day: Daytime.
Favorite Season: Winter.
Heart/Will or Mind/Reason?: Despite being a bibliophile, Ark follows his heart/will more than he follows his mind/reason.
Motivation: Ark's motivation to join the Pilgrim's Caravan is to continue his travels and to keep learning about the world. He also believes that he'll be able to learn about summoning if he keeps traveling with them.
Lifelong Dream: Ark's lifelong dream is to build an academy of magic, where people can learn about it, about how to use it, and discover a new way of living life.
Spirit Animal: Despite loving wolves, Ark considers his spirit animal to be an owl.
Faith and Beliefs: Ark isn't very faithful or religious, since he has a notion that religion can be used as a way to trick and deceive people who don't know any better. He does pray sometimes to Marietta, known as the Goddess of Protection, whenever he and his current team are on missions.

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Battle and Equipment Information

Skills: Ark, as a magician, specializes in ranged attacks by casting magic. This is his primordial skill, which means that he's one of the party's main magic-specialized attackers in battle. His magic, currently, consists of light elemental magic. This means that, through his mana, Ark's able to generate and manipulate light, as well as cast offensive spells based on this element, as well as creating shields and barriers of this element.

What Ark also learned throughout his journey is the ability to cast support spells related to stat buffing. This means that he also takes a supportive role of being able to cast buffs on his teammates, such as strength boost, defense boost, speed boost, etc. His supportive spell array also includes the ability to give light elemental affinity to his allies as well as to raise their resistance against light elemental attacks.

Outside of his magic skills, Ark is a great and fast reader, as well as a rather good teacher (if necessary). He's able to grasp information from a book in a matter of minutes and quickly tries to put it into ways to explain it to others in a way people can understand without using too many technical words.

He also has good negotiation skills and is able to work his way around with words. He also, somehow, is very skilled in dealing with nobles, but how and why are some things that no one knows, and Ark himself doesn't explain.

Strengths and Weaknesses: As a light elemental magic user, Ark is a great counter for dark elemental magicians considering the affinity between the elements. This means that his magic deals extra damage to dark elemental damage users. However, he also takes extra damage against dark elemental users, so while he is a good counter against them, he has to be careful since he has a weakness in this certain regard.

It's also important to notice that Ark loses if fighting against physical attackers because he lacks a weapon that's actually helpful in a fight. The fact that he has the stamina of a bibliophile also means that he can get exhausted quite easily because he doesn't do much physical exercise in the first place.

Weapons and Tools: Ark's "weapon" of choice is a light magic tome containing intermediate to advanced spells that he can use. Other than that, he carries a bag with some spare clothing, his wallet, some family belongings he took with him when running away (in case he needs to sell them for some extra money), and two other books with water and wind elemental magic, although he hasn't learned them yet.

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Music Themes

Main Theme (Ark): Pascal (NieR: Automata)
Main Theme (???): Song of the Ancients / Popola (NieR: Replicant ver 1.22)
Battle Theme (Ark): Snow Sisters (Under Night IN-Birth)

@MagusDream

This is a good one! Some slight tweaks: under your Skills section, we have this bit here-

What Ark also learned throughout his journey is the ability to cast support spells related to stat buffing. This means that he also takes a supportive role of being able to cast buffs on his teammates, such as strength boost, defense boost, speed boost, etc. His supportive spell array also includes the ability to give light elemental affinity to his allies as well as to raise their resistance against light elemental attacks.

-whereas we have not done anything with stats or other such numbers in this game. My intention is for Pilgrim's Caravan to be more narrative, about the character's experiences. We won't be dealing a lot with stats and combat numbers.