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 Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 2:39 am
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 Character Creation
This roleplay is in a limited-magick world. As such, all magick and magick-like effects will be unavailable in the beginning of the campaign. Please plan your characters accordingly in order to maximize your enjoyment of the campaign.
Character Sheet
To play, please fill out this character sheet. PM the completed sheets to Sentama Lin.
[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]User Name:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]General Party Role and Other Notes (Be Descriptive):[/b]
As a general rule please do not make characters that can do magick or magick-like effects (though I will count things like making items that cause freezing/burning/hurting/painful sensations or items that cause healing and curing effects). Also please do not make characters that do everything It's a bit annoying and also unrealistic. I'm a little forgiving with things so feel free to ask about anything about these rules. With a very good explanation I may allow your ideas for your character.
Example Roles
Here are some example roles for your character. By no means are you limited to these tasks but they may be used as starting points. Just remember the rule about doing everything. X3
Landsneckt: The well-versed warrior and arms bearer, Landsneckts are the much varied fighters of the Circle of Rosensonatine. As different as the weapons each Landsneckt uses, the offensive and defensive skills of their weapon craft give the party an upper hand.
Defender: Upholders of the shield, Defenders are the protectors of the Circle's members. Though capable with using the varied weapons of Landsneckts, their expertise lies with their shields. Their shield crafts have been perfected to better minimize many dangers - and can even damage if necessary.
Survivalist: Survivalists are the scouts of the Circle, leading the members and their clients through harsh terrains safely and carefully. With keen eyes to match their incredible senses, they can track and target most animals and people. Their ability to gather foodstuffs in most terrain makes them a welcome addition to the Circle.
Medic: Though their skills are unfit in battle, their curative knowledge are an invaluable asset to the Circle. Not only can the medic perform first aid to stabilize the condition of the party, they may also create bandages, herbal tinctures and mixtures, elixirs, and other items to aid and benefit the party. Their knack of healing also allows them to use said items and techniques more effectively than any other party member.
Troubadour: Troubadours are the performers and entertainers of the Circle. Many can be seen performing from the stage of Sonata's Grove. While entertaining, their acrobatic and artistic knacks are useful for much more. Raise the party's morale while demoralize the enemy with performances and trickery.
Alchemist: Creators of potions and other concoctions. Alchemist's recipes are varied; Freeze, burn, poison, and inflict pain and other sensations using a plethora of mixes. Make some for the rest of the group or use your skill to use each potion to their maximum effectiveness.
Rogue: Stealthy warriors, rogues strike quickly and efficiently, targeting their opponent's weak spots. Though their expertise deals with taking out single targets, a few perfectly-landed hits by a rogue will fall many targets. Their utility is extended with their skills in lockpicking and trapfinding. |
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 2:41 am
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All Characters
Twi Alche
User Name: ReikuGotH
Trained Skills: Sleight of Hand, Decipher Script
Appearance: Twi is a pale male who stands at about 5’ 10” tall, and has a fairly muscular build, though not that of a body builder. His eyes are a deep blue. His hair is shoulder length and well kept, black hair. He usually wears a black, armless tunic, along with black armlets and gloves, and black leggings. Other than that, he wears leather boots and carries a long sword. Oh, he also wears an onyx pendant that’s in the shape of a crystal.
Other Notes: He’s normally friendly, but can be a real a** if you piss him off. He LOVES a good fight. Not to mention he’s impatient, though he does look before he leaps. . . Most of the time.
Emilia Angelina Mariford Beautrice Beatrice Barimore Mar (known as "Em".....Why not "Emilia", you ask? It's a silly name.)
User Name: Slim95
Appearance: Despite standing no more than 5 feet 2 inches high, there's something slightly scary about Em. Perhaps it's her hair, which turned a bright blue while she was experimenting with some "everlasting hair dye" (it was supposed to be blonde, by the by), or maybe it's the way she hefts tools twice her size and weight with complete disregard to her wiry, 14-year-old frame. Perhaps it's the odd way she dresses, with a pair of orange goggles perched atop her head and filthy overalls patched and stained on every surface. Or the way she moves, like a lizard with shifty black eyes. Em seems oblivious to the strangeness of her appearance, and thinks herself cute.
General Party Role and Other Notes (Be Descriptive): Em is a young alchemist, small in stature but big in brains. She doesn't care about money, luxuries, friends; nothing matters to her but getting what's in her head OUT of it. When she's desperate for funds, she sells her old inventions/concoctions. She doesn't have a real sentimental attachment to them, and doesn't care whether they're used for bad or good, as long as she can use the profit from them to create. A majority of the time her ideas are too expensive or complex, and don't work like they should. But once in a while, she comes out with a revolution in science. Times were hard, though. Funds weren't coming in fast enough for her big projects, so she had to set them aside and stick to making practical potions and trinkets to pay for necessities. Such hardships drove her into the Circle of Rosensonatine, because she hoped to make a fortune for her big projects and collect ancient knowledge along the way.
Harker Harkin
User Name: WiskersThCatfish
Appearance: Tall and gruff, with thick arms and legs. He stands about six feet tall, and has thick scar-covered muscles, although he's let himself go slightly since losing his position, so now his stomach is slightly more round. He keeps his brown hair clipped short, and combs it back every morning. If out of his armor, he looks like a mountain of a man, in his armor, he looks like a mountain made of diamond; with a breast-plate hanging down on his front and back, grieves and gauntlets all super-thick, and lined with silver as well as pocked with the unbuffable scars of a handful of battles. He never wears the helmet, but the matching towar-shield is a sight to see when he brandishes it; a huge slab of iron, lined around the edge with silver, the top crafted to look like a fierce dragon's skull. Most would agree that it takes an extraordinary man to be able to carry the weight that he seems to do carry so easily. One very odd thing that people seem to notice about his is how a single house-wren seems to follow him around, perching on him at the off moment, and he never seems to notice it.
Other Notes: Earlier in his life he could claim to be a very important crisis-guard. He was one of a specially trained squad of defenders, only to be deployed to persons of great personage in times of peril, trained not in the way of the weapon, but instead to crash through the enemy and knock them off guard so that others can move in while they are weakest. His squad was broken and disbanded when they failed utterly. Most of his brothers are dead, and their charge was slaughtered. He refuses to say much about it, and feels great remorse to this day. He still tries to do his part in the world, most recently taking up residence in a homely little town where he does a lot of heavy work that other villagers would need to buy work animals in order to finish. He raises a tiny little house wren, which he found fallen out of a tree while still a tiny chick, it often flies around him, coming and going as it pleases. His personality is very docile, he often just complies with those who have more force of will them him, especially if they know what they're doing, but he is not subservient; he will forcibly put a stop to any stupid ideas that his party members come up with, and he does not tolerate any kind of chaotic activity, though he seems to be fine with a sticky finger if it's a necessary evil. Many think that because he is large he is also dumb, but it's quite the opposite, he is quiet, and even brooding, but he is also very well educated, knowing a thing or two about tactics, as well as just being fond of reading. It's often also mistaken that with all the armor he wears he must be able to lift much much more then he lets on, but he does not carry any other equipment for a reason: there is a human limit. He may be, literally, as strong as an ox, but he generally has to remove all of his armor before he can lift anything heavy.
Ilia Mirya
User Name: La Belle Isolde
Appearance: A young girl of about 17 with pale blonde hair that hangs wildly out of control to her shoulders and watery blue eyes like crystal pools. She stands about 5'4 with a slender but lithe build. She often wears wraps around her wrists and ankles with wooden sandals and a plain starch white dress. Her appearance is entirely plain and there is nothing outstanding or remarkable at all about her.
General Party Role and Other Notes: She is a healer by trade and knows how to concoct healing potions and medicines with almost anything that can be found in woods or city. She is a quiet girl and never says much, but does her best to be helpful.
Kunibert
User: Kusaragi
Description: Standing at a proud 6’ 7” heavy built with muscles that are pronounced but not obscene. With a deep voice and deep crystal blue eyes he exudes confidence. A large battle Ax is strapped to his back at nearly all times. And he knows how to use it. Despite his appearance, he’s a real sweetheart protecting anyone he lets into his heart, and he’ll fight for anyone till his last breath. His past follows him in his scars that riddle his body, form gashes that run along his back, shoulders, and arms.
General Party Role and other Notes: Fighter/Barbarian Kunibert never worries about who he’s fighting. As long as he strikes first and strikes hard the enemy will fall. Proficient with all forms of axes and every range of armor… but he prefers to not use shields and two handed weapons.
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Leon Kirschweiss
User Name: Non-Playable Character (NPC)
Appearance: About 5 feet, 10 inches tall. Broad shoulders and quite pudgy, though muscle can be very well seen. Brown shirt, black pants, and white apron is standard wear. Dark brown hair cut short and somewhat messy. Large beard.
General Role and Other Notes: Bartender of Sonata's Grove and Blacksmith. One of the more social landsneckts in the Circle, he's often seen serving drinks to the many members of the Circle. A bit short tempered, he's a big, well-natured teddy bear at heart.
Fiore Madenhana
User Name: Non-Playable Character (NPC)
Appearance:Long auburn hair tied in a braided ponytail, loose white shirt with separated sleeves that act like arm warmers of sorts, knee-length brown skirt with leggings and boots.
General Role and Other Notes:Performer at Sonata's Grove and one of the more well-known adventurers of the Circle. Her smile and genteel behaviour charms most any opponent. But don't let her looks and talent fool you; she packs quite a punch.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 2:46 am
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Story Review
Prologue
The tavern was noisy as always as the sun began to set. Adventurers of all kinds gathered in Sonata's Grove, the large tavern and inn run by the members of the Circle of Rosensonatine. Packs of various sizes and weapons could be seen piled next to their owners who feasted on tender meats and fine wines. All in all it was a merry place where many relaxed after a long day's work.
In one corner of the establishment was a stage, and on the stage a woman played a harp. A simple glance into the room would reveal that the closer the guests were to the woman, the more attentive their attention was. The melodies played on the harp were eerie, relaxing, and calming at the same time - as if otherwordly. The words she spoke were a beautiful mixture of an unknown language. Yet these words, unknown to all, struck something deep inside each listener's basic soul.
The woman stopped playing and stood, bowing slightly to the crowd. A few seconds later the guests all clapped and requested another song. She smiled and sat down once more, playing something more lively - more dance-like.
Suddenly, a startled villager stumbled in, a concerned expression on his face. He traversed hastily to the counter and talked to the bartender. The bartender nodded and dismissed the villager, who seemed quite relieved that the Circle knew what information he shared. The citizens in that area, after all, much enjoyed the Circle and the benefits it gave the town.
"Attention!" The bartender yelled, banging his hammer onto the counter - into the same spot he always pounded it. "The villagers have been spotting some strange commotion in the forests around the town." He nodded and turned to the woman on the stage. "Fiore. Would you mind taking this job? I don't think this will take long." He laughed a little afterward, however. "Of course, nobody can garner a bar's attention like you can."
"Sure thing Leon." She replied with a smile. "I'm sure the boys will deal without me for a small while." She stood up and grabbed her harp, checking at her side to ensure her dagger was there. "I do need some people to go with me..." She said, looking around for some volunteers for a simple mission.
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