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I'm never going to get out of here, you think to yourself. Rotting away in a damp, underground cell. You thought your life would have turned out better. So did your parents. Unfortunately it didn't, and here you are: Five cells, one prisoner chained to the wall in each, no light, apart from the occasional guard sent down on watch duty carrying a candle. Here he comes again, that's right, shout abuse at him, maybe he'll let you out this time. Oh no, he's gone again, and so you shout abuse at the inhabitants of the other cells instead, it makes you feel better.
There are two pairs of feet coming down the cobble stairs now, a blinding light forces you to raise your hand over your eyes. Well you haven't seen a burning torch in a while. The guard is turning the keys in the lock, the lock to your cell!
''You're being released, free as a bird'' The guard sniggers as he hands you a piece of parchment.
You squint your eyes to read it. He's right! You're freedom's been bought!
Wait no, you've just been bought.
And that's how you came into the company of Narshal, or so he likes to call himself. You're not sure of his intentions, or why he bought you and the other scumbags. But you're damn glad he did.
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Now you're free, or free-er than you were. Part of a ragtag group of criminals led by someone you know nothing about.
A New Dawn is an open ended RP, sure I own your life, but who's to say I wont give it back to you?
Group roleplay. Group effort. Group decisions.
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Lomoria
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will be updated frequently with new information on the world and events within it
Lomoria is the land our roleplay is set in, tall mountains wrap around it's borders, minus the southern-most region where the land connects to the sea. There are only three major cities in the country, Oakdell which is the centre-most city surrounded by dense forests, Fallhurst which is built up into and through the northern snow peaked mountains, and Islesbury the southern port town which is where our company begins. There are many more locations, castle/settlements dotted throughout the country.
Each city is ruled independently from the others, whilst the other settlements fall under no jurisdiction.
Notable Fations/Groups
The Guild of the One
The Guild of the One are the most prominent, far reaching and powerful magicians guild of Lomoria. The main city they operate in is Oakdell however they have members throughout the country. They worship their one god Mavorr the omniscient. Knowledge. Of nature and the unnatural is what they crave the most. Mastery of the arcane arts.
The Black Dog Knights
The Black Dog Knights are in-fact, not knights at all. But a band of criminals, rapists and murders who have flocked together and now do what they do best together. With none of the major cities willing to send an army after them they pillage the western most settlements of the country, though there have been no reports of their activities as of late.
They are actually named after the man which leads them ''Stefan the Black Dog'' who earned the nickname due to his supposedly monstrous size, unpredictability and ferociousness.
The Enmosi Monks
If you travel even further north into the great mountains, past Fallhurst. You will come across an intricate system of caves which lead deep into the mountains, inhabited and protected by blind monks who follow Enmosi the god of fear, death and silence. Many adventures ask how blind, old monks can protect a cave system, and what are they protecting? The answer is, nobody knows. But there are old manuscripts written on the Enmosi monks, speaking of a time before the northern mountains were covered in snow and dangerous creaures, and one could easily traverse them. Alas, not anymore.
Their secrets remain.
The various mercenary groups
There are many mercenary groups throughout the land, but too many to name. Making homes in Keeps, Castles and forests. The larger groups often warring with each other for supremacy and dominance, hiring the smaller ones to bolster their ranks, more often than not wiping them out in the process.
Our group of ragtag heroes
Oh wait, we're not important.
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Main Cities
Oakdell
Oakdell is the oldest major city of Lomoria, surrounded by a great forest in the centre of the country. Oakdell is the cultural capital of of Lomoria, as such its citizens are mainly compromised of the fairer folk such as the Elves, though many humans make their homes here too. The centre of the city is a great, pale-white tower. Which houses the lord and his family in the top floors, the middle is where The Guild of the One conduct their affairs and house their members. The bottom floors of the tower are left for the magistrates and businesses of state.
The immediate area outside of the tower is home to the more powerful merchants and their families, as well as the market. Outside of this area is the residential zone where the less skilled craftsman and families live. Beyond that are the slums and the clearer parts of the forest used for growing various foods.
Oakdell provides the other cities with fine clothing, good food and various other artisans' goods.
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Fallhurst
Fallhurst is the military capital of the country, ruled by the proudest military families of Lomoria. The majority of the city is a major citadel built from the same white-rock as the great tower in Oakdell. The population of the city is made of a mostly humans and a fair amount of other races, though those other races often find themselves looked down upon and are not allowed access to the wealthier parts of the city. As such the poorer districts are much more crowded.
The crime rate for the city is pretty much non existent, as the punishment for any crime has always been death, for as long as the city has stood. Entrance to the city is only permitted once you have had an audience with the ruling families and they have approved your application to enter the city.
Fallhurst sells the finest soldiers and weapons to the other cities.
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Islesbury
Islesbury is the trade capital of Lomoria, sitting on the edge of the country it holds one of the largest ports anywhere in the world. It is the most populace and diverse of all places in Lomoria, being severerly over crowded, due to the many traders and adventures who decide to start a new life Lomoria.
The city is filled with everything you could imagine, anything can be bought for the right price.
As a trade city, it is ruled by the wealthiest traders of the city, called The 5. The 5 over-see all major trades in the city regarding imported goods and trades with other cities taking a slice of the profit from each transaction.
Islesbury trades exotic goods with the others cities.
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Magic
Magic is used daily throughout Lomoria, most people from the common thief using alteration magic to open a tricky lock for him, to the professors of the Guild of the One summoning lesser demons to clean their studies, know some form of magic.
Proficient magic user don't usually use weapons, nor do warriors use magic. This is due to the fact both skills require a lot of time devoted to them, and as such it is nigh impossible to become proficient in both.
Magic spells/items can be taught to you by NPCs or learnt from scrolls bought by shop keepers and studied. Once you learn a spell you can use it repeatedly and do not have to buy another scroll for that spell or learn it again from a professor.
All characters have basic spell casting skills, which allows them to cast one spell a day that they know. More competent magic casters can cast more spells per day.
Scrolls contain basic magic spells such as minor healing, protection, lock-picking etc.
Professors teach more advanced knowledge such as element manipulation and summoning creatures.
In order to manipulate an element (The ability to control Wind, Earth, Fire etc) that element needs to be in your vicinity (for example to shoot a fireball at an enemies you will need to take the fire from a bunch of nearby candles or a torch)
To keep controlling elements like that easier I suggest carrying a pouch around with water in (For water manipulation or a torch (for fire manipulation), be creative and think up your own spells!
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Important NPC log:
No NPCs met yet.
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Recent Events
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The Story so far:
A man who goes by the name of Narshal has bought the lives of a handful of prisoners that were rotting in the Islesbury dungeons for various crimes, some petty, some not. Whether they like it or not, they are bound to his will as he owns their lives, for now.
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Party
Current Location: Islesbury harbour
Current Members: Narshal, Lore, Sini, Dot, Alexandra and Lucian
Current Equiptment:
Narshal: Cheap leather armour, Steel Longsword, Light leather shield, Tattered Cloak
Lore: Prisoner rag clothing, Sandals
Sini: Prisoner rag clothing, Sandals
Dot: Prisoner rag clothing, Sandals
Alexandra: Prisoner rag clothing, Sandals
Lucian: Prisoner rag clothing
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Tome Book/Known Spells
Narshal - Casts per day: 1
- None
Lore - Casts per day: 1
- None
Sini - Casts per day: 1
- None
Dot - Casts per day: 1
- None
Alexandra - Casts per day: 1
- None
Lucian - Casts per day: 3
- Raise Dead
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Rules/Roleplaying (How it works)
- No god modding/perfect characters
- Although we all make the decisions I am the GM, and as such you cannot kill me off and any events will have the final decision made by me, after discussion with the group
- Post length typically around 4 paragraphs but it would depend on the situation
- Be willing to roleplay your own ideas
- High Fantasy
- No OOC in the IC
- Your character can gain skills as the RP progresses (Without gaining negative ones)
Although you could just as easily earn a negative skill without earning a positive one.
- I will update the Story So Far section as often as I can, if you're ever unsure what's going on, read it!
- The Recent Events section is for important and well know events happening throughout the country at this moment, be it feuding or festivities.
- The Party section is for me, and you if needed, to check who is where, with who and has what.
-Anyone can add suggestions for the history of the world, locations, factions anything you want! A roleplay is a collaborative effort.
-All other rules of Iwaku apply
Every member of the roleplay must be willing to post their ideas and thoughts for the roleplay OOC, and must also be able to discuss others' ideas.
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Characters
There are no rules apart from the ones stated for creating your character, you can roleplay a typical fantasy race or make up your own!
- Narshal -
Name: Narshal
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
History:
Narshal is the son of an impoverished noble, stripped of his titles, he grew up with none of the luxuries his father experienced as a child.
Narshal was a slaver in his home country of Ilisira, until he was caught and imprisoned for life, only serving 10 years as the city he was imprisoned in was captured by a rival kingdom which did not forbid slavery, however he did not continue the occupation. Instead opting to become a soldier within the army of the lord which released him, whom he served for 5 years, becoming well trained with the use of a long sword and a shield. However due to severe injuries to the chest he was relieved from duty.
Personality:
Narshal was a fun person to be around in his youth, witty and foul mouthed yet like-able, but his imprisonment and service as a soldier left him colder and sterner than most men you'll find. However since he's been in Lomoria he has been falling back into his more playful nature.
Previous reason for imprisonment:
Slave trader
Skills:
Battle hardened warrior who is proficient in close combat with a longsword and shield.
Weaknesses:
A large cut still causes intense pain on his chest if in prolonged battle.
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
History:
Narshal is the son of an impoverished noble, stripped of his titles, he grew up with none of the luxuries his father experienced as a child.
Narshal was a slaver in his home country of Ilisira, until he was caught and imprisoned for life, only serving 10 years as the city he was imprisoned in was captured by a rival kingdom which did not forbid slavery, however he did not continue the occupation. Instead opting to become a soldier within the army of the lord which released him, whom he served for 5 years, becoming well trained with the use of a long sword and a shield. However due to severe injuries to the chest he was relieved from duty.
Personality:
Narshal was a fun person to be around in his youth, witty and foul mouthed yet like-able, but his imprisonment and service as a soldier left him colder and sterner than most men you'll find. However since he's been in Lomoria he has been falling back into his more playful nature.
Previous reason for imprisonment:
Slave trader
Skills:
Battle hardened warrior who is proficient in close combat with a longsword and shield.
Weaknesses:
A large cut still causes intense pain on his chest if in prolonged battle.
- Lore Alexander Hallows (@Ambre) -
Name: Lore Alexander Hallows
Age: 19
Race: Half-Elf
Appearance: Lore is a rather sickly looking woman, being frail, somewhat tall, and seemingly bone-like from her time in the jails. She has pale skin, with a rosy flush to her thinned cheeks, one that spreads gently across her nose, refusing to turn the tip of her nose red. Along with this, she has small deposits of freckles, all across the tops of her shoulders, which are hidden beneath her clothing.
Lore's face is slightly rounded when healthy, however, and is surrounded by messy blonde hair, of which falls to her lower back, usually tied near the bottom. Her face has higher cheekbones, and is heart shaped, being the canvas in which her sweet features appear on. These features, however, have eroded from their sweet appearance, now taking on a gaunt, hate-filled one. Underneath her eyes, black bags have begun to form, and on her frame, she wears rags of what was once her own clothing, along with bandages wrapped around lacerations caused in her prison.
History: Lore was born to a couple in the city slums, being the result of one of the (still) highly taboo relationships between an elf and a human. Her mother, the human, had been a woman of grace and beauty, of which matched the woman with the likes of many elven women. This, in turn, attracted Lore's father, who was an elven priest, held as a higher up in the city. This man left his work to pursue his family life when he realized he had Lore on the way, but, being unwelcomed in both the human and elven communities, the couple found their home in the darker side of the city, having a small home in a broken building, the building having a makeshift room with all the necessities in it.
Nevertheless, the couple prevailed, and prevailed highly when their daughter was born, being able to provide for her through working in local areas as entertainers, her mother also tailoring for the lower class. This is how the little girl gained her skills, accompanying her father to sing with his lute playing, earning their family more money. As the girl grew older, she began to help her mother as well, and excelled at both jobs by the ripe age of 15, gladly helping her family. This continued on, until Lore turned 17, the girl deciding to leave home to pursue a life of her own. With her parents help, she found her own way into the middle class area of the city, working in the bars and markets as a minstrel.
However, because of the racism against the rare half-elves, she was under constant surveillance, none seeming to trust the girl. This, was her downfall. Lore had moved into a small place near the marketplace, a cheap one room home amidst the wealthier homes, a dud in the stead of jeweled beauties. This didn't bother her, having grown up in the lowest of the low. However, one night, she found reason to regret leaving the slums. Through her only window, she had seen someone sneak into her neighbors house, and suspicion grew at the sight. The girl pulled on her clothing and grabbed a knife from her makeshift cupboard, leaving her house as she made her way into her neighbors. Soon, a scream rang out from her neighbors room, and the girl took off after the sound, bumping into the intruder, the man taking his own weapon and drawing it across her face in shock, blinding her nearly. With a scream from her own lips, she sliced at the man, barely scratching him as she fell to the ground, gripping her eyes. The man got away, and soon the guards arrived, seeing the scene before them.
As such, it didn't take kindly to see a half elf with a bloody knife in a dead woman's house. With this as their evidence, and the sight of jewelry that had been dropped in the middle of the floor by the man from before, they made an arrest, believing her to have attempted thieving and believing her to have murdered the woman. From there, they took the girl and threw her in the prisons, slowly changing her into what she has become now. No longer, was she the kind minstrel girl, but now, the hardened, fiery elf hybrid.
Personality: Lore is a rather spitfire woman, now, after her imprisonment, learning to intimidate others to get what she wants. She is extremely reluctant to new people, and will not be afraid to attack those who attack her. This can be helpful, or unhelpful, as such a trait has gotten her many scars over the years from the guards amidst the prisons, of whom dislike the hot headed girl severely. Because of her personality, those who had sold her to her new 'owner' had recommended the man to choose another, more placid woman; one who wouldn't end up in trouble a lot as Lore would.
Reason for imprisonment: Falsely accused of thieving and murder
Skills: Lore is well trained as a tailor, and as a minstrel, but has forgotten many of her skills, now being merely adept at her tailoring. As a minstrel, however, she can still play her lute well, having muscular recognition from her many years of practice with it.
Weaknesses: Lore is severely afraid of water, and is unable to swim. In fact, she rarely goes near water, except for bathing purposes. Any water that is higher than knee deep, or murky enough to be nearly opaque, absolutely terrifies the girl. Another of her weaknesses include her disabilities, which were a result of her reason for imprisonment. These disabilities are obvious in the form of a single scar that runs across both eyes, blinding her in her left and severely impairing her vision in her right.
Age: 19
Race: Half-Elf
Appearance: Lore is a rather sickly looking woman, being frail, somewhat tall, and seemingly bone-like from her time in the jails. She has pale skin, with a rosy flush to her thinned cheeks, one that spreads gently across her nose, refusing to turn the tip of her nose red. Along with this, she has small deposits of freckles, all across the tops of her shoulders, which are hidden beneath her clothing.
Lore's face is slightly rounded when healthy, however, and is surrounded by messy blonde hair, of which falls to her lower back, usually tied near the bottom. Her face has higher cheekbones, and is heart shaped, being the canvas in which her sweet features appear on. These features, however, have eroded from their sweet appearance, now taking on a gaunt, hate-filled one. Underneath her eyes, black bags have begun to form, and on her frame, she wears rags of what was once her own clothing, along with bandages wrapped around lacerations caused in her prison.
History: Lore was born to a couple in the city slums, being the result of one of the (still) highly taboo relationships between an elf and a human. Her mother, the human, had been a woman of grace and beauty, of which matched the woman with the likes of many elven women. This, in turn, attracted Lore's father, who was an elven priest, held as a higher up in the city. This man left his work to pursue his family life when he realized he had Lore on the way, but, being unwelcomed in both the human and elven communities, the couple found their home in the darker side of the city, having a small home in a broken building, the building having a makeshift room with all the necessities in it.
Nevertheless, the couple prevailed, and prevailed highly when their daughter was born, being able to provide for her through working in local areas as entertainers, her mother also tailoring for the lower class. This is how the little girl gained her skills, accompanying her father to sing with his lute playing, earning their family more money. As the girl grew older, she began to help her mother as well, and excelled at both jobs by the ripe age of 15, gladly helping her family. This continued on, until Lore turned 17, the girl deciding to leave home to pursue a life of her own. With her parents help, she found her own way into the middle class area of the city, working in the bars and markets as a minstrel.
However, because of the racism against the rare half-elves, she was under constant surveillance, none seeming to trust the girl. This, was her downfall. Lore had moved into a small place near the marketplace, a cheap one room home amidst the wealthier homes, a dud in the stead of jeweled beauties. This didn't bother her, having grown up in the lowest of the low. However, one night, she found reason to regret leaving the slums. Through her only window, she had seen someone sneak into her neighbors house, and suspicion grew at the sight. The girl pulled on her clothing and grabbed a knife from her makeshift cupboard, leaving her house as she made her way into her neighbors. Soon, a scream rang out from her neighbors room, and the girl took off after the sound, bumping into the intruder, the man taking his own weapon and drawing it across her face in shock, blinding her nearly. With a scream from her own lips, she sliced at the man, barely scratching him as she fell to the ground, gripping her eyes. The man got away, and soon the guards arrived, seeing the scene before them.
As such, it didn't take kindly to see a half elf with a bloody knife in a dead woman's house. With this as their evidence, and the sight of jewelry that had been dropped in the middle of the floor by the man from before, they made an arrest, believing her to have attempted thieving and believing her to have murdered the woman. From there, they took the girl and threw her in the prisons, slowly changing her into what she has become now. No longer, was she the kind minstrel girl, but now, the hardened, fiery elf hybrid.
Personality: Lore is a rather spitfire woman, now, after her imprisonment, learning to intimidate others to get what she wants. She is extremely reluctant to new people, and will not be afraid to attack those who attack her. This can be helpful, or unhelpful, as such a trait has gotten her many scars over the years from the guards amidst the prisons, of whom dislike the hot headed girl severely. Because of her personality, those who had sold her to her new 'owner' had recommended the man to choose another, more placid woman; one who wouldn't end up in trouble a lot as Lore would.
Reason for imprisonment: Falsely accused of thieving and murder
Skills: Lore is well trained as a tailor, and as a minstrel, but has forgotten many of her skills, now being merely adept at her tailoring. As a minstrel, however, she can still play her lute well, having muscular recognition from her many years of practice with it.
Weaknesses: Lore is severely afraid of water, and is unable to swim. In fact, she rarely goes near water, except for bathing purposes. Any water that is higher than knee deep, or murky enough to be nearly opaque, absolutely terrifies the girl. Another of her weaknesses include her disabilities, which were a result of her reason for imprisonment. These disabilities are obvious in the form of a single scar that runs across both eyes, blinding her in her left and severely impairing her vision in her right.
- Sini Rautio (@Sol-Et-Luna) -
Name: Sini Rautio
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Race: Elf
History: Sini grew up in the great woods, in a little cottage beside a lake with her family and moved to Oakdell with them from the age of twelve. A few years later her family ended up dirt poor, part of why she never wanted to move to the city bad things happen. With hardly any food and no money Sini began stealing from the rich, giving to the poor. All of the poor.
Her mother questioned her often, wondering where she got all of this. She usually just dodged the question and got off the subject. Even once said she'd gotten a job.
She'd gotten away with it for quite some time and none of her family knew about it until one day, a guard of the city showed up at her door. How they caught her, she still doesn't know, all she knew is that it happened so quickly, and then she was locked up.
Personality: Before the prison, she was kind and generous. But after she was freed, although very grateful, she became more cynical and slightly sketchy. She isn't a very social person, but at the end of the day she definitely means well. She's friendly, but doesn't really socialize much.
Reason for imprisonment: Theft. She's like the Elvin Robin Hood.
Skills: Stealth, and therefore great for hunting and stealing.
Weaknesses: Unfortunately, she's a perfectionist. Most things she does has to be done perfectly or she won't be happy, and it'll probably bother her for a while.
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Race: Elf
History: Sini grew up in the great woods, in a little cottage beside a lake with her family and moved to Oakdell with them from the age of twelve. A few years later her family ended up dirt poor, part of why she never wanted to move to the city bad things happen. With hardly any food and no money Sini began stealing from the rich, giving to the poor. All of the poor.
Her mother questioned her often, wondering where she got all of this. She usually just dodged the question and got off the subject. Even once said she'd gotten a job.
She'd gotten away with it for quite some time and none of her family knew about it until one day, a guard of the city showed up at her door. How they caught her, she still doesn't know, all she knew is that it happened so quickly, and then she was locked up.
Personality: Before the prison, she was kind and generous. But after she was freed, although very grateful, she became more cynical and slightly sketchy. She isn't a very social person, but at the end of the day she definitely means well. She's friendly, but doesn't really socialize much.
Reason for imprisonment: Theft. She's like the Elvin Robin Hood.
Skills: Stealth, and therefore great for hunting and stealing.
Weaknesses: Unfortunately, she's a perfectionist. Most things she does has to be done perfectly or she won't be happy, and it'll probably bother her for a while.
- Dot (@Enthriper) -
Name: Dot
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Appearance: Dot has short, green hair. He wears a, no sleeved, leather shirt, with a slightly larger no sleeved cloth shirt under it. He also wears leather pants, and shoes, with a bag, and two knife sheaths, strapped to his belt. He also wears a scarf, which he loves for it was given to him by his sister.
Race: Human
History: Dot grew up in Islebury. He was raised by his older sister, Carra, for they had no parents. But Carra died of an unknown sickness when Dot was seven. From then on, since he wasn't old enough to work, Dot has been stealing food from the merchants that walk the city.
He got by, but just barely.
When Dot was ten, he got a little cocky one day, and during an attempt to steal some sugar, he was caught by one of the adventurers. He was taken to a certain place, Dot cannot remember where, and had his hands beaten. He was then left alone, with his hands tied.
Dot bit right through the rope, through much time and concentration, and fled the city. It was night now, and Dot could see all of the light up houses. In his rush he caught a short glimpse of his own house. He vowed to come back here, no matter what.
When he had gotten to the gates, he tried to sneak out, but was caught by a huge guard. He lifted him up with one arm threw him against a wall. The next thing Dot knew, he was in jail.
From his 7 years in jail, Dot has forgotten his name, so he made a new one for himself, Dot.
He has also forgotten his name, so he made one up, Dot.
Personality: Dot pretends to be hardened and cruel, but really he's kind hearted and nice. Ever since he was locked up, he promised to himself that he would never steal for himself again. Only for others, and when they really need it. He doesn't let anybody touch his scarf. Also he likes animals.
Skills: Dot has been stealing for years, so his skills are stealing, stealthily, running, running while stealthing, duel knife blade fighting, knife throwing, knife blade parrying (meaning he can block somebody else's weapon, say a sword, with his knife blades.) And cooking.
Weaknesses: Dot has a thing for cute things. For example, if Dot were to be doing something important or vital, say fending off some threat in a blade fight, and he caught a glimpse of a bunny, he would immediately stop fighting, get away from fight, dash towards bunny, and pet it or stare at it with googly eyes, leaving wide open for attack.
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Appearance: Dot has short, green hair. He wears a, no sleeved, leather shirt, with a slightly larger no sleeved cloth shirt under it. He also wears leather pants, and shoes, with a bag, and two knife sheaths, strapped to his belt. He also wears a scarf, which he loves for it was given to him by his sister.
Race: Human
History: Dot grew up in Islebury. He was raised by his older sister, Carra, for they had no parents. But Carra died of an unknown sickness when Dot was seven. From then on, since he wasn't old enough to work, Dot has been stealing food from the merchants that walk the city.
He got by, but just barely.
When Dot was ten, he got a little cocky one day, and during an attempt to steal some sugar, he was caught by one of the adventurers. He was taken to a certain place, Dot cannot remember where, and had his hands beaten. He was then left alone, with his hands tied.
Dot bit right through the rope, through much time and concentration, and fled the city. It was night now, and Dot could see all of the light up houses. In his rush he caught a short glimpse of his own house. He vowed to come back here, no matter what.
When he had gotten to the gates, he tried to sneak out, but was caught by a huge guard. He lifted him up with one arm threw him against a wall. The next thing Dot knew, he was in jail.
From his 7 years in jail, Dot has forgotten his name, so he made a new one for himself, Dot.
He has also forgotten his name, so he made one up, Dot.
Personality: Dot pretends to be hardened and cruel, but really he's kind hearted and nice. Ever since he was locked up, he promised to himself that he would never steal for himself again. Only for others, and when they really need it. He doesn't let anybody touch his scarf. Also he likes animals.
Skills: Dot has been stealing for years, so his skills are stealing, stealthily, running, running while stealthing, duel knife blade fighting, knife throwing, knife blade parrying (meaning he can block somebody else's weapon, say a sword, with his knife blades.) And cooking.
Weaknesses: Dot has a thing for cute things. For example, if Dot were to be doing something important or vital, say fending off some threat in a blade fight, and he caught a glimpse of a bunny, he would immediately stop fighting, get away from fight, dash towards bunny, and pet it or stare at it with googly eyes, leaving wide open for attack.
- Alexandra Linn (@Terpsichore) -
Name: Alexandra Linn
Age: 29
Sex: Female
Race: Human (born in Islesbury)
Appearance: Alexandra is around five-foot-four, making her a little bit shorter than average, and she has an appropriately slight build to match her height. Her hair is long, black, thick and healthy, and naturally straight enough, she usually wears it lose, or tied back into a single ponytail depending on the situation, whilst her eyes are a mostly green with a slight blue tinge. Whilst she hasn't been able to take such good care of herself in prison, prior to her incarceration, Alexandra spent a good deal of time on her make-up, ensuring that she was as attractive and beautiful as she could possibly be.
History: Alexandra came from a poor family. Her father worked on the docks of Islesbury, whilst her mother worked various odd jobs as a tailor, cook, cleaner and anything else that would bring the money in. Even though there was only the three of them, they always seemed to struggle for money, so Alexandra knew the pain of starvation and the winter's cold, as there often wasn't enough money for food or firewood. Definitely not both, sometimes, not enough for either. From the age of ten she helped her mother with her odd jobs, doing anything and everything to earn some coin the legal way. When Alexandra was fifteen, her mother fell ill and quickly died, as they had no money for medicine. Without her mother to guide her, Alexandra fell into the wrong crowd and her father turned to drink. He was later brutalised and killed in a bar brawl, whilst Alexandra met a few shady characters that would pick the pockets of the rich to get by.
One member of the group in particular caught her eye; Robert Blaine, and the two quickly became an item. Controversially, they moved away from the rest of the pick pockets and began operating as a duo. They quickly progressed from mere thievery to blackmail, fraud and extortion, with Alexandra approaching wealthy men about town and then bedding them. Robert would then turn up and threaten them for money to spare their lives. If the victims were married and wealthy enough, they would continue to blackmail them instead. Alexandra didn't enjoy having to seduce these men; she was good enough at it, but she hated the way it felt, so the pair then upped their game once more. Alexandra would approach a wealthy home, dressed in tatters, claiming that she was fleeing her brute of a husband. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. If they took her in, Robert would then arrive, screaming blue murder and threatening to break down the doors. With the guards and members of the house distracted by his presence, Alexandra was free to steal their valuables. Over time, the pair went further and, if the risk was low enough, they would kill the occupants and then steal all that they could carry.
They were caught once, when they attempted to murder a wealthy elderly couple. Unbeknownst to Alexandra and Robert, the family had three sons and theyt had been drinking at the local inn, rather than staying at home. The sons then returned whilst the pair were trying to make off with jewellery and paintings and interrupted their efforts, whilst also capturing them at the same time. Alexandra immediately blamed Robert, playing up that she had been threatened and forced into it, whilst Robert's objections (indeed, Alexandra had actually murdered both of the occupants on this occasion) were dismissed. Robert was sentenced to death, and was promptly hung, whilst Alexandra was sentenced to life in gaol, where she would be left to rot forever...
Personality: If it wasn't clear already, Alexandra is not a good person. She's got absolutely no issues with killing people or bedding a man just to blackmail him afterwards. She's utterly selfish and can justify anything at all if it benefits her, with no regard for who gets hurt along the way. She is aware of the pain and suffering that she causes, and she is aware that she's committed some wicked acts, but she doesn't care. Having thrown the closest thing she's ever known to a husband or friend to the wolves to save her own skin, she's entirely immune to any feelings of guilt and truly looks out for number one and only number one.
All of that said, she's not a horrible person to spend time with. She's attractive, witty, sociable and charming when she wants to be, and years of seducing men has helped her to become quite confident and flirty, all of which she uses to her advantage whenever possible. She's not someone that you would ever think to trust, but she's a skilled liar and a charmer, so if you don't know her reputation then it would be easy to fall for her lies, only to wake up the next day with nothing of value and an empty space in the bed next to you. If Alexandra thinks that a person is useful to her (either as an accomplice, or as amusement, or as a... toy) then she'll be nice and flirty and friendly, even though it's an act. If she takes a dislike to a person then you can expect her to behave like a total bitch.
Reason for imprisonment: Alexandra was imprisoned for being an accomplice to murder, and an attempted theft. She was both the murderer and the thief, but she made her partner into a patsy and managed to save her own life by throwing him to the wolves.
Skills: Seduction/charm, utterly immoral
Weaknesses: Kleptomania, utterly immoral
Age: 29
Sex: Female
Race: Human (born in Islesbury)
Appearance: Alexandra is around five-foot-four, making her a little bit shorter than average, and she has an appropriately slight build to match her height. Her hair is long, black, thick and healthy, and naturally straight enough, she usually wears it lose, or tied back into a single ponytail depending on the situation, whilst her eyes are a mostly green with a slight blue tinge. Whilst she hasn't been able to take such good care of herself in prison, prior to her incarceration, Alexandra spent a good deal of time on her make-up, ensuring that she was as attractive and beautiful as she could possibly be.
History: Alexandra came from a poor family. Her father worked on the docks of Islesbury, whilst her mother worked various odd jobs as a tailor, cook, cleaner and anything else that would bring the money in. Even though there was only the three of them, they always seemed to struggle for money, so Alexandra knew the pain of starvation and the winter's cold, as there often wasn't enough money for food or firewood. Definitely not both, sometimes, not enough for either. From the age of ten she helped her mother with her odd jobs, doing anything and everything to earn some coin the legal way. When Alexandra was fifteen, her mother fell ill and quickly died, as they had no money for medicine. Without her mother to guide her, Alexandra fell into the wrong crowd and her father turned to drink. He was later brutalised and killed in a bar brawl, whilst Alexandra met a few shady characters that would pick the pockets of the rich to get by.
One member of the group in particular caught her eye; Robert Blaine, and the two quickly became an item. Controversially, they moved away from the rest of the pick pockets and began operating as a duo. They quickly progressed from mere thievery to blackmail, fraud and extortion, with Alexandra approaching wealthy men about town and then bedding them. Robert would then turn up and threaten them for money to spare their lives. If the victims were married and wealthy enough, they would continue to blackmail them instead. Alexandra didn't enjoy having to seduce these men; she was good enough at it, but she hated the way it felt, so the pair then upped their game once more. Alexandra would approach a wealthy home, dressed in tatters, claiming that she was fleeing her brute of a husband. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. If they took her in, Robert would then arrive, screaming blue murder and threatening to break down the doors. With the guards and members of the house distracted by his presence, Alexandra was free to steal their valuables. Over time, the pair went further and, if the risk was low enough, they would kill the occupants and then steal all that they could carry.
They were caught once, when they attempted to murder a wealthy elderly couple. Unbeknownst to Alexandra and Robert, the family had three sons and theyt had been drinking at the local inn, rather than staying at home. The sons then returned whilst the pair were trying to make off with jewellery and paintings and interrupted their efforts, whilst also capturing them at the same time. Alexandra immediately blamed Robert, playing up that she had been threatened and forced into it, whilst Robert's objections (indeed, Alexandra had actually murdered both of the occupants on this occasion) were dismissed. Robert was sentenced to death, and was promptly hung, whilst Alexandra was sentenced to life in gaol, where she would be left to rot forever...
Personality: If it wasn't clear already, Alexandra is not a good person. She's got absolutely no issues with killing people or bedding a man just to blackmail him afterwards. She's utterly selfish and can justify anything at all if it benefits her, with no regard for who gets hurt along the way. She is aware of the pain and suffering that she causes, and she is aware that she's committed some wicked acts, but she doesn't care. Having thrown the closest thing she's ever known to a husband or friend to the wolves to save her own skin, she's entirely immune to any feelings of guilt and truly looks out for number one and only number one.
All of that said, she's not a horrible person to spend time with. She's attractive, witty, sociable and charming when she wants to be, and years of seducing men has helped her to become quite confident and flirty, all of which she uses to her advantage whenever possible. She's not someone that you would ever think to trust, but she's a skilled liar and a charmer, so if you don't know her reputation then it would be easy to fall for her lies, only to wake up the next day with nothing of value and an empty space in the bed next to you. If Alexandra thinks that a person is useful to her (either as an accomplice, or as amusement, or as a... toy) then she'll be nice and flirty and friendly, even though it's an act. If she takes a dislike to a person then you can expect her to behave like a total bitch.
Reason for imprisonment: Alexandra was imprisoned for being an accomplice to murder, and an attempted theft. She was both the murderer and the thief, but she made her partner into a patsy and managed to save her own life by throwing him to the wolves.
Skills: Seduction/charm, utterly immoral
Weaknesses: Kleptomania, utterly immoral
- Lucian Nyx (@BrokenTerra) -
Name: Lucian Nyx
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Race: Necromancer (Mage)
Appearance: Lucian has long (for a guy) brown wavy hair, coming down to his shoulders at the back while the front of his hair cups his chin. He has a average sized male body, standing at five foot seven with a baby face, making him look way younger than he is. His eyes are golden and always have a cold or sadistic look in them.
History: His first "murder" was the neighbour's pet dog when he was eight. The thing was as obnoxious as the owners and would keep his parents up with it's barking to ungodly hours. So during one night, he killed it and dissected it before leaving its guts on his neighbours front steps as a warning. They ended up moving away during that week.
As he got older, he began to crave the feeling of cutting something open and started with basic animals: birds, rats, dogs, cats, etc. Until he, at the age of seventeen, snuck into the closest graveyard near his house and dug up a human corpse. Soon enough, his mother began to fear him and his father began to hide the evidence of what Lucian was doing.
On Lucian's nineteenth birthday, his mother committed suicide and all Lucian did was laugh. His father couldn't take it anymore and sent him to a mental hospital to live. He remained there for only a month before they released him, thinking him sane. Lucian started living by himself in a small cottage of his deceased mother's. When he was twenty one, he killed his first person, a man in his early thirties who kept complaining that he had nothing to live for. From there, he couldn't stop and eventually got caught when he was twenty six years old.
Personality: He is very sadistic, finding pleasure whenever someone gets hurts including himself. Lucian is blunt and states the obvious, even if it isn't needed. His curiosity exceeds everything else and causes him to make extremely bad decisions (like dissecting humans for fun). His nature is quite cold, hence why almost everyone hates him. Lucian also loves death to the point that he thinks it's funny (he has a sick sense of humour).
Reason for Imprisonment: Killing and dissecting humans/anything dead for experimentation or pure curiosity.
Skills: He is a ranged fighter, often watching from afar or high up in a tree. He is also quite adaptable, able to fit into any situation. If Lucian has to, he will be able to disguise himself to look like someone completely different or of different gender. Thanks to his mage heritage, he has the ability to control/rise the (un)dead. From too much experimentation on himself, he became somewhat like the beings he is able to control or raise.
Weaknesses: Lucian is physically weak meaning if he doesn't use his undead/dead army, he won't be able to fight well or at all. He doesn't get along well with others at all, 95% of people hate him. Since he is like an (un)dead person, he gets hurt by anything light or healing, if you heal him, he is more likely to die quickly than be saved. If he raises too much (un)dead, it drains his energy and causes him to pass out. He can only raise one or two (un)dead at a time without draining too much of his energy. He has an unexpected liking of children, he has never killed or dissected one.
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Race: Necromancer (Mage)
Appearance: Lucian has long (for a guy) brown wavy hair, coming down to his shoulders at the back while the front of his hair cups his chin. He has a average sized male body, standing at five foot seven with a baby face, making him look way younger than he is. His eyes are golden and always have a cold or sadistic look in them.
History: His first "murder" was the neighbour's pet dog when he was eight. The thing was as obnoxious as the owners and would keep his parents up with it's barking to ungodly hours. So during one night, he killed it and dissected it before leaving its guts on his neighbours front steps as a warning. They ended up moving away during that week.
As he got older, he began to crave the feeling of cutting something open and started with basic animals: birds, rats, dogs, cats, etc. Until he, at the age of seventeen, snuck into the closest graveyard near his house and dug up a human corpse. Soon enough, his mother began to fear him and his father began to hide the evidence of what Lucian was doing.
On Lucian's nineteenth birthday, his mother committed suicide and all Lucian did was laugh. His father couldn't take it anymore and sent him to a mental hospital to live. He remained there for only a month before they released him, thinking him sane. Lucian started living by himself in a small cottage of his deceased mother's. When he was twenty one, he killed his first person, a man in his early thirties who kept complaining that he had nothing to live for. From there, he couldn't stop and eventually got caught when he was twenty six years old.
Personality: He is very sadistic, finding pleasure whenever someone gets hurts including himself. Lucian is blunt and states the obvious, even if it isn't needed. His curiosity exceeds everything else and causes him to make extremely bad decisions (like dissecting humans for fun). His nature is quite cold, hence why almost everyone hates him. Lucian also loves death to the point that he thinks it's funny (he has a sick sense of humour).
Reason for Imprisonment: Killing and dissecting humans/anything dead for experimentation or pure curiosity.
Skills: He is a ranged fighter, often watching from afar or high up in a tree. He is also quite adaptable, able to fit into any situation. If Lucian has to, he will be able to disguise himself to look like someone completely different or of different gender. Thanks to his mage heritage, he has the ability to control/rise the (un)dead. From too much experimentation on himself, he became somewhat like the beings he is able to control or raise.
Weaknesses: Lucian is physically weak meaning if he doesn't use his undead/dead army, he won't be able to fight well or at all. He doesn't get along well with others at all, 95% of people hate him. Since he is like an (un)dead person, he gets hurt by anything light or healing, if you heal him, he is more likely to die quickly than be saved. If he raises too much (un)dead, it drains his energy and causes him to pass out. He can only raise one or two (un)dead at a time without draining too much of his energy. He has an unexpected liking of children, he has never killed or dissected one.
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