Vlad Tepes

Whispers of the hollow grove

@AwesomeZero5 Oh okie dokes! I'm an idiot! DX I thought you were referring to this:

At last. I will have what is mine. But I must be cautious around these two. They are awfully inquisitive.

@Vlad Tepes

Whispers of the hollow grove

@Shadowheart@AwesomeZero5



Actually no. If it's Italics, it's usually his inner monologue. ^^

And oh just wait.

Whispers of the hollow grove

@Shadowheart@AwesomeZero5
"you're coming with us, only because I want to know exactly why you are looking for my family. "

Matthias' yellow eyes gleamed with rapture hardly contained.

He was being led directly to his goal, so unwittingly by the young witch. His cold, obsidian heart swelled with excitement in his chest, his off-putting grin deepening ever so.

"By all means, dear Viola. Lead the way." He said smoothly with a gentle bow of his head. "I have no ill intentions, if that is what you surmise. I merely wish to visit the famed Moonstone Coven, because I have heard many a tale of their mastery of magic. It would be my honor to learn from them if possible. Nothing more."

He continued to feign sincerity, but alas, on the inside--

At last. I will have what is mine. But I must be cautious around these two. They are awfully inquisitive.

His gaze moved from Viola's alarmed expression to the young fellow whom they were to guide to---Risserkolgelen was it?
Now, why did that village name sound familiar to Matthias? It had been ages since his shadow stalked the forest.

An eyebrow rose as he swept over the boy's hand, noting the smooth, polished wood, the immaculate craftsmanship. This was no beggar. And were those--switches on his hand? Matthias stroked his chin, bemused. The lad had already shown an affinity for the arcane by his spell tome, at least that is what Matthias assumed the book was, judging by the eldritch symbols and diagrams he gleaned from the pages. But now he had to wonder what was so special about that prosthetic.

And what was this about a task he heard?

Caereth | The Queen’s Tournament (Large Group Fantasy Intrigue)

@ZmanStill working on my character, but here's what I have so far.

Hawke the Scoundrel - WIP

"If there's gold involved, I'm your man."

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Appearance

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~Basic Identity~

Name: Hawkewind Blackbriar
Alias: Hawke the Scoundrel
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Elf
Occupation: A thief, a gambler, a womanizer, and a duelist
Affiliation: None

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~Core Concept~

Despised by some and mistrusted by others, Hawke is perfectly at home in the shifting sands of society, whether sordid or civilized. Known to every cut-purse and courtesan throughout the lands. He is a cunning rogue who gets by in life with his rugged good looks and charming wit, but when his tongue fails him, most find his sword to be sharper. Though a skilled swordsman, Hawke often prefers a quick (and acrobatic) escape. He is a creature of pure instinct, unbridled by the common constraints of morality and compassion, the very sort of scoundrel beloved by rich noblewomen aching for the spice of life.

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~Personality~

Core Traits: Cocky, clever, sarcastic, arrogant, charming, self-sufficient, loyal to a fault

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Hawke is driven by only one thing in life: his desires. Wine, women, and wealth are what he lives for, and he will stop at nothing to achieve either.

However, beneath his braggadocio is a secret, desperate need to be loved and accepted on his own merits. A bastard child, unwanted and outcast, Hawke has been without home and family his entire life. He must learn loyalty, trust, and teamwork to earn the love and respect of his comrades.

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~Abilities~

Primary:

• Adept at Swordplay & Fencing
• Dexterous and Acrobatic
• A smooth talker
• Master locksmith. Knows how to break through even the toughest locks.

Secondary:

• Opportunistic. Not afraid to exploit an enemy's weakness or fight dirty.
• Quick thinking and adaptive.
• Knows how to read a person's face and deduce their motives.
• Uncanny luck. Always seems to persevere despite facing immense odds.

Strengths:

• Nimble and quick on his feet.
• High threshold for pain.
• Excels against slower opponents.

Weaknesses:

• Recklessly throws himself in harm's way to protect those he loves.
• Clings to anyone who shows him the least bit of affection.
• His reliance on dexterity over defense makes him a squishy target.
• Mouth tends to get him in more trouble than he can get out of.

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~Equipment~

Main Weapon:
A side-sword

Other Equipment:

• Road-worn leather jerkin & white linen shirt (pictured above)
• Leather pants and boots (pictured above)
• Short dirk (pictured above)
• Steel buckler
• A set of lockpicks
• A stiletto hidden in his boot for "improvising."

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~Backstory~

(Coming Soon)

What Are You Listening To?

Whispers of the hollow grove

@Shadowheart

"Moonstone, you say?" Matthias' face lit up. He stroked his chin with intrigue, a cheshire grin stretching across his gaunt features. "I've heard of that name before. It belongs to a renowned coven of witches who dwell in this very forest. In fact---they are the ones I have been searching for."

@AwesomeZero5

But before he could press her for more information, another wished to join the conversation at hand — or rather, barge rudely into it.

Matthias' eyes darkened at the stranger's approach, bile creeping up his throat. His teeth grit behind closed lips. How dare this fool intrude.

"Pardon me, good sir," Matthias spoke in a composed, sincere manner, yet there was a tinge of annoyance to his voice. "but I was having a conversation with Miss Viola here---one that you so callously interrupted. What exactly, if I may inquire, do you need a guide for?"

His intense gaze flicked between the short fellow, noting the prosthetic hand and the staff he clutched in it, and the book he produced from his robes. An eyebrow arched. It would seem this one is also a magic-user.

The Queen’s Tournament: The Second Cut

@Zman

Whispers of the hollow grove

@AwesomeZero5 Damn you're psychic! O_O That's EXACTLY what went out! My damn engine nearly blew up on me cause it was overheating. Turns out, the alternator threw a belt and my water pump wasn't working right.

And to make matters worse---it's a Ford. >.> (Fix it OR Dump it)

Ain't the pluckin that scares me. It's the damn needles. I've had three teeth yanked so far, and every one I had to get shots in the gums--eugh!

But you know what they say, life's a bitch. If this is the worst life can throw at me, I think I can handle it.

Whispers of the hollow grove

@AwesomeZero5Well, aside from my truck being kaputz and having a massive toothache (I'm going to the torturer dentist Monday.), peachy I guess.

So far it's just me and @Shadowheart and we haven't really established a plot yet. So if you wanna jump in, feel free to ^^ Eh with @Shadowheart's discretion of course since this is her thread and not mine eheheh....

Whispers of the hollow grove

Matthias rumbled with laughter at her sheepish reply, reverberating like thunder through the forest. Before him, she was like a rabbit, a lost, scared thing--caught in a serpent's gaze. His ill grin deepened as he sauntered closer to her, eyeing her up and down. Moonlight glistened off his unnaturally sharp canines.

"I have gone by many names, my dear." He mused with a baritone growl, low and sensual. "But you may call me--Matthias. A pleasure to meet you." He stooped into a low, gracious bow, placing his spindly hand over his bare chest in a mockery of nobility. "I am but a traveling wizard--seeking knowledge of the arcane. And for some reason, this forest has drawn me to it. It's as though I can sense the magic deep within--calling to me."

His pleasant expression skimmed over the forest for a brief moment, his chest rising with a steady breath drawn inward, as if inhaling the very magical essence of the forest.

However, Matthias' reverie broke shortly.

"Apologies," he said with a light curtsey. "I was lost in thought for a moment. I forgot to ask your name."

He leaned closer, "What is your name?"