I will getting a post up later today. Just wanted to say I love the map. Its terrific.
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Just a heads up. My computer crashed so my posting ability will be restricted until I can either get it fixed or get a new one.
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> There are tons of Spanish fairytales that are applicable to this RP if I'm not mistaken?
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> On a side note, ZealousBlade, how would you feel about having Baleno employed by Orpheus as a bodyguard or something? They could be like Tyrion and Bronn lol
Sure. I'm not opposed to it.
I am interested. I've seen the entire anime and am into the manga.
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I've got my introductory IC post up. Had quite a bit of fun writing that up.
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*A few weeks ago.*
It had been a long journey through the Olympian Imperium to the Empire of Europa, but at least it would soon prove worthwhile. As a man who made a living off temporary work, his field being that of a hired blade, Baleno depended on a high demand for his services to eat. He spent the years since his freedom from the Colosseum trying to put his newly acquired combat skills to use. Fortunately, when his career was just blossoming, he found plentiful employment in wiping bandit camps for a cheap price. Although Baleno wasn't a flashy individual, he soon grew tired of earning such a feeble income when he knew his capabilities could bring him much more. There were few within the Imperium who wanted to hire a pariah such as he to represent their faction, especially when he had a criminal record. While mere commoners didn't mind paying him for protection, the thought of serving a lord was all but a fallacy to Baleno. No longer did he feel free wandering the Imperium. His constant search for clientele had begun to chain his mind down. Finally, once all of his avenues were exhausted, Baleno resorted to traveling abroad. Different lands had different opportunities and while he was positive that he would receive the same odd looks there, the Empire of Europa was the best possible solution to his dilemma.
As it turned out, Baleno's decision to travel to the Empire of Europa couldn't have come at a better time. Eavesdropping on various conversations as he passed through a small village near the border between the two vast countries, he picked up a valuable piece of news. There was soon to be a marriage between two prominent figures within the Empire of Europa and the Rus. To mark the occasion, there was to be a festive celebration within the Europan city of Alexandria. Baleno had never been to the Empire of Europa before in his life so he was unfamiliar with its overall atmosphere and the exact significance of this Alexandria. But, from what bits of trivia he was able to gather, he concluded that it would be a breeding ground for potential jobs. The intertwining of two powerful nations was enough to attract the entire world's attention. It was a certainty that nobility from all over was flocking to Alexandria alongside Baleno. It was also definite that at least a few would have need for a talented swordsman in their ranks. If he managed to impress a lord, Baleno could find his whole life change. His dream was to stop roaming and bring his vagabond lifestyle to an end. His goal in traveling to Alexandria was not only to earn another job but a home as well.
After passing through the necessary customs, Baleno left his life in the Imperium behind at least for now. True, he had grown tired of aimlessly wandering it but he was never fully against returning there if he needed to. He was heading into the unknown and could not ignore the possibility of Europa not bestowing him with a warm welcome. Since he was already established within the Imperium, Baleno would have little trouble integrating back into life there. Tackling the Empire of Europa was a double-edged sword of a risk. He did not have the advantage of familiarity that he did with the Imperium. As he planted the soles of his black boots on the soil of the border's opposite side, Baleno cemented his very first step in a new land and quite possibly triggered a whole new destiny for himself. Only time would tell. For now he would have to find his way to Alexandria.
Greeting Baleno to the Dragon Empire was a brisk, snapping frost. Shielding his brown skin from the breeze was his thick black cloak, its tail fluttering in the wind behind him. The winter thus far was hard to bare within the Imperium and didn't seem to be anymore relenting within Europa either. Baleno clenched the rows of his teeth together to prevent them from chattering as he aggressed up the winding cobble road towards only the gods knew where. As winter settled in, the trees that lined Baleno's path were bare, their scrawny branches as equally exposed to the chill as Baleno. Coming to a split, Baleno examined the signs to see the penultimate destination of each tributary route. While he was being processed at the border, Baleno was wise to ask what was the best place for a traveler to go upon first entering Europa. He was pointed towards a moderately sized town that laid roughly a half days walk from where he crossed. Seeing the town's name on one of the signs, Baleno didn't hesitate to take the corresponding path. He had been walking since daybreak and quarreling with the frigid temperatures since then. The quicker he moved along the better. His fingers were blistering even under his gauntlets with each passing minute.
Baleno already had a few ideas in mind of what he was to do at his arrival in the town. Because he was basically a blind man bumbling about on his own, his guess about what lay ahead of him being about as good as a , Baleno had two remove the curtain that draped his knowledge of navigating through Europa. He coud either try and procure a map or hook with someone who knew their way around the country. Ideally he would choose the prior as he did like being dependent on another. If it came to having to travel with another, he wanted to avoid taxi via a carriage. He was very short on coin and could not afford additional expenses. He imagined that getting his hands on a map wouldn't be cheaper. Finding a suitable one would be enough of a problem. Oh well, at least he had two plans which was always better than having none. If push came to shove he could fight his way through whatever obstacles blocked his advancement. That was how he solved every other issue life dropped onto him. It was amazing what answers that a simple swipe of a sword could provide.
It was well into midday when Baleno entered Europa. As expected, the trip towards the town extended several hours. He faced little to no trouble for most of its duration. He had a brief incident with a few shady looking fellows but resting his hand on the hilt of his gladius alone was enough to intimidate them.
Baleno reached the town depraved of food, water, and sleep. The grumbling of his stomach begged him for nutrients while his lips were so dry they shriveled. Baleno quickly sought out the local inn. He didn't want to spend whatever little gold he had but it would be detrimental towards his health if he were to deny himself of nourishment and rest. Unable to resist the temptation of good food and a bed, Baleno staggered into the inn and rented a room. The next morning he purchased a map from a local general store. It was used so it wasn't in the best condition but he was able to make out the location of Alexandria. Now he just had to get there in time.
*Present day.*
Never before had he seen anything like it. Baleno could only describe the city of Alexandria as utterly amazing. Taking over their skies, thier magnificent wings nearly blocking the sun's rays, were glorious dragons. Baleno had heard stories about those who rode them into the battle but he didn't believe them to be true until he saw them with his own eyes. He along with dozens of others marched through the citys outskirts towards its center where all of the action was. Baleno did not regret his decision to attend the event at all. There were all sorts of people there and they looked delighted. He wasn't a hedonist so the idea of partying didn't entertain him a lot but he felt the need to unwind. Peeping into his cloak's pockets, Baleno was disappointed to see that he barely had any money remaining. He ended up spending more than he originally intended. Getting to Alexandria was rather troublesome and he was forced to make some unwanted stops. Glad that he arrived, he shifted through the crowds and scanned around for anything that may be of interest.
The streets of Alexandria were packed to the brim with citizens and tourists alike. While the Imperium from which he hailed was home to a plethora of different beings, Baleno rarely shared space with the likes of the green skinned orcs or the sharp eared elves that he passed by. Alexandria had to the world's designated cauldron. To the inexperienced it must have been a place of pure fantasy. Reminiscing on the village he spent his childhood in, Baleno only encountered places so vast in his dreams. The city's buildings were tall and elegantly crafted. If this was were the regular folk stayed then Baleno felt that the aristocratic dwellings would exceed dazzling.
After dawdling through Alexandria and becoming formally acquainted with the urban behemoth, Baleno came across his cup of tea. As part of the festivities, there were a multitude of competitions taking place and they were attracting participants from all over. Once his ears caught wind of a fighting tournament, Baleno immediately flash backed to his days in the Colosseum. It was a mere three years ago that he fought against monsters and other prisoners for the entertainment of the masses. Any ordinary man would have found such a sentence for petty theft excruciating. Baleno agreed with that sentiment wholeheartedly. What differeniated him from the norm was that he found his tenure as a gladiator beneficial to his personal development. Before then he was a lowly street rat who survived through pick pocketing and odd jobs. Though it wasn't a palace, Baleno found a home at the Colosseum as well as friends, rivals, and mentors. He didn't loathe that part of his life as much as he should have. He was thankful to it for it allowed him to learn swordsmanship.
"It'll be just like the old days I suppose," Baleno muttered, mulling over whether or not he should enter a fighting competition.
There was no reason for him not to. He was as experienced as any other warrior. It was the exact opportunity he spent years wishing for. All Baleno needed to do was register. He weaved deeper into the city's core, drawing the eyes of its occupants like a magnet. It was funny how he still stood out in comparison to the humans of the entire Europan continent despite the fact they shared their lands with non-humans of all shapes and species. The half-Alkhebuan Baleno was a anomaly and that was a status that haunted him since his youth. It no longer ate at his inner peace now that he was properly accustomed to the harsh realities of the world around him. Taking a few lives helped in notifying him of his more macabre qualities which desperately required mending. He deemed his being a spectacle as neither an insult nor compliment. He was focused on earning money and his dormant greed could not be quenched by squelched whispers about his physical attributes.
Aspiring to learn about how to register for the fighting competitions, Baleno approached a vendor who pointed him towards the Dragon Keep. When Baleno asked where that was, the vendor responded with a quizzical expression before telling Baleno that there was no possible way he could miss what was easily the most splendid example of Europan architecture. After feasting his eyes on the palace for his own pleasure, Baleno had to say that the vendor's description was an underestimate of the Keep's true glory. Baleno watched as guests flooded through the gates. He was sure that the Keep, which easily dwarfed any structure around it, would have no problem accommodating the visitors. Baleno decided to wait until later to join in the procession. He didn't expect anyone to be permitted inside. Rather than avoid any altercations he figured it best to put off his entrance. Besides, he desired a weapon in better condition if he were to be showing off his talents in front of nobles. He had relied on his old gladius to see him through thick and thin and that was finally starting to show as the blade began to wear. He patronized the nearest marketplace in search of an affordable blacksmith, remembering that his coin was running low. Maybe there were specials available in honor of the special occasion.
> "Hold onto this if something gets behind us it may be up to you to protect us!"
Kituo quivered as those words streamed into his ears. He accepted the spear as it was placed into his hands. He couldn't determine if the spear craftsman words were sincere, but they had an impact. While it was most likely out of necessity, he trusted Kituo with a task. Not only that. His companions trusted him to guard their lives. Did they think he, who was the smallest between them, was strong enough to fight back whatever foe lunged at them? Kituo didn't. He struggled to hold the spear as familiar feelings seeped into his psyche. A drop of sweat rolled down the side of his head as he braced himself for yet another disaster.
"O-okay," Kituo stammered. He wanted to add that was going to do his best but couldn't. He didn't think that such a statement would be truthful for he couldn't even promise himself that.
It took the strength of three bears for Kituo to grasp the spear. Still trembling, he had finally come to accept the weapon but in doing so he unlocked another task. All warriors needed to know how they were going to use their weapon before doing so. If they didn't then the consequences could be horrendous. Kituo shuttered at the thought of the worst possible outcomes of him chucking his spear impulsively. What if it wasn't the impending threat that killed off his companions but Kituo's inability to act properly? The longer Kituo looked at the spear the more he regretted accepting it. He was able to resist dropping it again for he felt that would accept the spear craftsman. Not only that, there was a force within Kituo that kept his fingers locked around the spear's shaft. His other arm remained wrapped around the lantern. Little did Kituo know that the same object he depended on for safety would soon draw to him serious distress.
> "I believe that something dark is going to happen Kituo, stay close to me and be prepared for pretty much anything right now"
Thankfully, or unfortunately depending on further developments, Kituo wouldn't have to worry much about his usage of his spear. He tuned back into the crisis after feeling the wooden construct get ripped from his hands. His eyes trailed the spear as Simon hurled through the air away from him. It took a moment for Kituo to register just why he would do such a thing, but the realization hit him alongside Simon's voice. Kituo and his companions were all so far on edge that they were at risk of falling off if they moved only an inch the wrong direction. Kituo felt relieved that Simon had come to his aid for it meant that not much else would be expected of him. Simon to an extent was taking matters in his own hands which meant that Kituo would not be responsible for him any longer. It was harsh, but that was Kituo thought to repay his favor. Staying out of another man's way often did him well. That was a tenet of Kituo's philosophy that he followed. He was going to stick close to Simon as long as he wasn't swarmed by the hell that was soon to envelope the trio.
Without the spear occupying one of his hands, Kituo was free to secure the lantern with both. He held it up to his chest and pressed its warmth against his tattered shirt. Oh how he cherished the lantern. So far it had been the only light that fought back the darkness that clawed at Kituo both literally and figuratively. Although Kituo indeed intended to stick with Simon, the lantern had ascended to the top of his priority lists. Without the lantern Kituo estimated that he would be a mere speck of nothing within the forests depths. Its light soothed him as much as possible and granted him sanctuary. A pleasant falsehood that would burst into his utmost despair.
Kituo had become too involved with the lantern and paid for it earnestly. He wasn't prepared when the fiends descended onto him from the trees, the glare of their red eyes petrifying him. Kituo's teeth chattered, his body freezing as if he were standing in the midst of the desert's fiercest night. The winged fiends flocked him as if they vultures and he were a fresh gazelle carcass. Stunned, Kituo first thought to drop to his knees and tuck the lantern under his chin. He focused on keeping the lantern safe and not himself. The rat attack, which would forever haunt him, replayed in his mind. The trauma reminded Kituo that it was not his duty to protect the lantern but instead the other way around. His arms wobbling, he swung the lantern at the winged fiends in hopes of detering them away.
"Get back! Get back!" Kituo screeched, his voice cracking under pressure.
He hadn't realized it yet but this was as close to fighting for his life as he had ever come. During the rat attack he panicked and screamed. Okay, so that wasn't much different than what he was doing now but at least he had some resolve to get the fiends away from him. He swung the lantern as if it were the spear. He cared not for the contents it contained, aiming to knock the lantern into his assailants if they came too close. Kituo also shut his eyes. The sounds of the assault would always rest within his mind but he could not bare to subject his eyes to more revulsion. When he finally decided to reopen them, Kituo scanned his surroundings for a window of escape. If he were to find one, he would attempt to remove the target from himself by fleeing in the appropriate direction. If this resort proved futile, then Kituo would have no other option but to continue standing his ground.
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I'm still lingering around. Haven't been up to much lately. Does anybody else have any plans for potential plot lines for their characters? I've got a vague idea on what I wish to do with mine. I'm mostly looking forward to some epic battles mainly.
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I've got Baleno posted back up. Spruced his CS up a little bit.
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**Name:** Baleno
**Titles:** N/A
**Affiliation:** Freelance at the moment.
**Age:** 26
**Birthplace:** Olympus Imperium
**Origin:** Othello
**Gender:** Male
**Race:** Human
**Appearance:** Standing an inch above six feet, Baleno is an impressively tall man with a compact build. Of half Alkhebulan and Imperium heritage, he is significantly darker than his mother's fair complexion and is only a couple shades lighter than his swarthy father. His skin is a smooth ochre, a medium brown pigmentation that edges only a smidgen closer to the light variety. The genetics of his father are clearly prevalent over those of his mother. From Othello he also inherited curly black hair. Because he spends most of his time traveling, Baleno tends to neglect it and has grown it into a unkempt mid-length afro. Perhaps the only noticeable trait his mother gave him was her eye shape. While his father's were small and close set, supporting his stern gaze, his mother's were large and upturned. He did not inherit their green color and his irises are instead dark brown like his fathers. Baleno has a square shaped face lined with a thinly trimmed goatee.
Not a fan of spending his hard earned money on trivial objects such as flashy clothes, Baleno frequently dresses in modest attire. His usual outfit comprises of brown trousers, black boots, and a blue long-sleeved shirt. Occasionally he wears a black cloak, particularly when the temperatures are cold. He keeps his sword equipped to his right hip. Covering his arms are a pair of metal gauntlets which serve as his armor of choice.
**Occupation:** Sellsword
**Resources:**
- _Sword_: Besides the clothes on his back and the few coin he has managed to procure, Baleno's sword is his only true possession as well as his lifeline. His current one, an old [gladius](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gladius) with a withered blade, is not his first. While fighting at the Colosseum as a novice he went through plenty that he broke during combat. He was allowed to keep his last sword as a reward for surviving.
**Skills:**
- _Swordsmanship Practitioner_: While he attempted to teach himself how to wield a weapon as a teen, that training ultimately amounted to nothing. It wasn't until he was forced to fight at the Colosseum that he truly attained any apitude for the sword. Baleno was given his first blade along with some light armor and told to wing it. Faced with a new threat on a daily basis, he at first swung his sword around mindlessly with very little success. He began to obtain meaningful experience after sparring against other gladiators. Taking a few minor wounds in the process, he memorized some of their techniques through repetition and interwove them into his own fighting style. Presently, Baleno is not strong enough to be considered neither an expert nor a master. He is talented enough to hold his own against another capable swordsman and can handle weak opponents such as bandit grunts with ease. If he were to engage a higher tier opponent he would undoubtedly struggle. At best his skill level can be described as intermediate and at worst average. He has never had any professional training which is evidenced by his erratic movement during battle. He is very aggressive and quick with his strikes and they can be improperly coordinated, leaving him open for attack if he isn't careful.
**Personality:** Baleno is a man whose heart has been hardened by his experiences. As a child he was like any other. His innocent outlook put a veil over him and prevented him from seeing the truth surrounding his own being. He paid very little attention to the physical differences between himself and the man and woman he believed were his parents. The raised eyebrows of his neighbors did not bother him until they started blatantly asking questions about his origin. It was only when he realized that not everyone was favorable of presence did Baleno become aware that he was a pariah even to his own family. He manifested a complex about himself and determined that he was the problem and not those who thought ill of him. Fortunately, the adoration of his adoptive parents withdrew him from his sorrows before it was too late. But, he was branded with negative impressions that would seep cynicism into him. He became withdrawn from his village's community and lost trust for them. In response, the people of the village increased their disdain for him which he accepted as a means of justifying his coldness.
A life of mercenary work has made Baleno less honorable than most. Money has ascended to a core priority of his and he will gladly slay almost anyone he is hired to if he is to be paid enough. His loyalty can also be brought or sold. If he can get a sufficient amount of gain out of lending his services to someone, he will do so without inquiring about specifics. He will work with anyone to survive and no one to fall. Also, he will appease anyone who he could gain from and disregard those who have nothing to offer. That isn't to say he won't help a person in dire need. He might if he assesses the risk to his own safety as minimal. For the sake of profit he doesn't like to mix business with pleasure nor does he prefer to befriend his clients. Whatever honor that still remains within Baleno restricts him from committing outright betrayal to those who he has formed a personal connection with. Although he may take actions that may not be morally correct, his conscious is alive and well. He is able to come to terms with his wrongs and carries the weight of his guilt as punishment. Because he is willing to hold onto his guilt, he isn't likely to make any apologies for his offenses.
Socially Baleno is a soft spoken man who tries to pick his words wisely. He isn't very expressive, preferring to keep his internal thoughts closed off but will communicate as needed. He prefers his conversations to be terse and straight to the point. He is impatient, especially when it comes to payments, and greatly values his time. This behavior stems back to his childhood during which he felt that he could seldom trust others. In constant fear that whatever information he does release may be used against him, he carefully inspects his associates before sharing anything personal. He likes to keep a small circle of people whom he can consider close. Even he who is not the friendliest person knows that one cannot prosper without any allies. When selecting his comrades, he tends to prefer those who are weaker. This is so he can issue a degree of control and put them back in place if they get out of line. While initially he only looks at his acquired subordinates as tools for his own benefit, he is prone to develop value towards them if they prove worthy.
**Biography:** Unbeknownst to Baleno, he was conceived as the illegitimate child of Moorish general Othello and his lover Desdemona. To conceal their relationship, Desdemona made arrangements to be rid of him shortly after his birth. It was then decided that she and Othello would marry to compensate for the procreation that resulted in the child. Desdemona gave Baleno to a common man and his wife who could not bare children. They raised him as their own and his early days were spent residing in the Olympian Imperium countryside. He realized that he was not the couples biological son by age eight, his darker complexion being a dead give away. He was a rare sight within village and was often ostracized by his peers. Although he loved his adoptive parents, Baleno harbored a desire to learn about his biological parents and why they weren't raising him instead. No matter how hard he tried to ignore the facts, it was obvious that his village would never accept him. He figured it best to set out on his own when he grew older and discover his roots.
Social conflicts put aside, Baleno's upbringing was otherwise quaint. He received a sufficient role model in the form of his foster father and his mother was kind to him. Their impression of Baleno was that of a blessing. While he was in their household he was well behaved and got into minimal trouble when under their supervision. However, he was known for getting into rumbles with the other boys within the village who picked on him. There was one in particular with whom he had a fierce rivalry. Kaeso, because of a girl who they both allegedly liked, was very competitive with Baleno and frequently challenged him. They fought a lot and that was how Baleno discovered his innate combat potential. Wanting to be better than his rival, he began solo training in swordsmanship using wood as a substitute for an actual blade. Fearing that he would fall behind to Baleno, Kaeso concocted a scheme to get him out of the village so he wouldn't surpass him.
The plan was simple but it was enough of an excuse for the village to drive away Baleno who they considered an aberrant among them. Kaeso disguised himself as a wolf using trickery and crept towards the village livestock. As Baleno and his family were shepherds trusted with safeguarding livestock, he managed to deceive Baleno into believing that a wolf was attempting to feast upon the livestock. This resulted in Baleno "crying wolf" on multiple occasions and losing the trust of the villagers. To finish his scheme, Kaeso led a real wolf towards the livestock and allowed it to feast. When the villagers discovered the wolf, Baleno was blamed for his negligence and ousted despite his parents pleas on his behalf.
After being exiled, Baleno traveled around performing odd jobs to survive. Not yet a skilled fighter, he found himself taking menial tasks in neighboring villages. The work he found was temporary and scarce. Starvation was plenty a problem during periods when he could not find employment. Becoming desperate, he resorted to petty theft. Using his job search as a farce, he would enter shops just to case them before later returning to make his plunder. It wouldn't be long before he was caught. His skills at thievery were mediocre and his heists poorly executed. One faithful day, in a bustling coastal city, Baleno made the dreadful mistake of attempting a pickpocket. His potential victim was a wealthy aristocrat who swiftly had him arrested. However, instead of a death sentence for his crime, Baleno was subjected to an equally horrific fate. He was sent to the Colosseum to partake in gladiator games.
Marked for death should he lose a match, Baleno quickly learned how to at least endure the onslaught of beasts he was pit against. He became infamous for surviving out of sheer luck, his impulsive use of deception allowing him to win numerous battles of attrition. Crowds flocked just to see how long it would take for him to be slain and were sorely disappointed. He gradually adapted to the hostility of the Colosseum and his swordsmanship proficiency increased. Eventually, he earned a pardon for his theft and was released from life as a gladiator. Any fame he acquired subsided well before that, the Colosseum's patrons having lost interest in him when he became capable of fighting properly. Having picked up a skill that was much desired in a turbulent land such as the Europa continent, he took to mercenary work. While in some regards it wasn't anymore honest than stealing, at least he was finally earning a consistent income.
Regardless of how far he traveled there was one concern that never stopped nagging Baleno. Having never known his real parents, he always felt as if there was a piece of him missing. It didn't help that he was forbidden from returning home and visiting the man and woman who raised him - the only people he knew capable of answering his questions. In the past whenever he brought up the matter of his biological parents he was brushed aside and written off as paranoid. Now free as a vagabond, he resumed his quest to solve the mystery once and for all. Derailed from his objective by the need to fight for money, he ended up sidetracked into the Empire of Europa in hopes of finding better opportunities.
**Note:**
- He was seventeen when he left home and was sent to the Colosseum roughly a year later.
- He fought as a gladiator for five years, being freed at the age of twenty-three.
- His current primary short term goal is to find a replacement sword. He is also willing to enlist in the army of a lord.
- His long term goals are to uncover the truth about his parents, come to terms with his existence, and to find a place where he belongs.
- He was known as "the Boy Who Cried Wolf" within his village prior to being exiled.
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