Ichorstein: The Siren's Song

[Bears]

ICHORSTEIN: THE SIREN'S SONG

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In a world akin to the gritty--but revolutionary 1800s, Ichorstein stands at the helm of a great port and boasts a city of over three hundred thousands occupants. Run by an upper echelon obsessed with beauty and refinery, the exceptional Belford Whaling and Oil Company catches a siren - a fabled creature said to have once granted humans with the ability to produce magic - and its charming owner, Ishmael Belford, keeps it for himself.

In a daring move, Mr. Belford has the entire crew slaughtered and holds the mythical being captive as a centerpiece for his sprawling estate, a trophy to show off to the elite of Ichorstein, and a way to solidify his influence and establish true political power.

As civil unrest peaks, our characters begin to have strange visions. Barely coherent, haunting dreams that bond them, draw them together. These vision lead them to ancient bone charms, relics of the past, and catalysts for magic. They each receive one, and with it, a different gift, and a plea from the Siren herself.

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RULES

All your typical Iwaku forum rules apply to this RP. Now with that said this is a very small, invite only roleplay so if you are tagged you know how to act. Probably.

THE CAST

Like Ichorstein itself, our characters will be diverse in mindset, appearance, and social class. Across the gritty streets and pristine gardens, our characters will unravel the truth behind Ichorstein's civil unrest and together, weave a tale of friendship, betrayal and most hauntingly, magic.

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THE CHARACTER SHEET

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Biography: You may make this as brief or as long as you'd like. Explored in the IC.

tags: @Bears, @rissa, @CloudyBlueDay, @Shizuochan​

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[rissa]

Evangeline Starkosi
Age: 24
Gender: Female
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[Aero Blue]

Name: Gideon Balthasar
Age: 67
Gender: Male
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Biography: In his earlier years, he sailed amongst leviathans, earning his place amongst the foremost scourges of the sea; Balthasar the Dreadlord. The Dreadlord was a man of excess, his armadas overwhelming, and his various legends plentiful. Brutality and romanticism surrounded him in equal measure. There was always the questions; was he the murderer, or the samaritan, the champion of the poor, or their exploiter. Perhaps he was all of them, such was his legend.

Was.

For one day, Balthasar the Dreadlord retired his status as scourge of the sea, aligning himself with the high and mighty of Ichorstein to become a hunter of pirates, his former ilk. All that was required of him, to cast off those who had served under him. This betrayal would live in infamy; the crews of sixty-seven of the Dreadlord's armada, hundreds of brothers-in-arms, put to their deaths, while more would spend the rest of their days rotting away in prisons. The Dreadlord became the Hated.

His days as pirate-hunter, too, were short-lived, as he succumbed to his penchant for alcohol. A shell of his former self, he was discharged months into his service, cast off into obscurity.

He exists now as an executioner, an expert shot trusted to end the lives of the condemned quickly and painlessly, primarily to fulfill the whims of a certain group of Ichorstein's finest, to support their desire for 'Humanity in Punishment'.

 

[Bears]

THE NOBLEMAN​

"Insert something very aristocratic here."​

Name: Reiner Ford
Age: 41
Gender: Male
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Appearance: Reiner is quite the view even after years of marriage, politics and a glass of wine every night have had its way with his exterior. He stands at a respectable height though he's always wished to be taller. With broad shoulders, a strong brow ridge, and the kind of brown eyes that always look like they are in sunlight, there's no denying that he is handsome. His beard is full and groomed impeccably, though his hair--and the way that he tousles it specifically so it looks like it was done with little effort—is a large source of pride for the man.

He dresses as a man of his status should—expensive dress shirts, dramatic waist coats that don't quite fit like they used too, that sort of thing. For years he has had has a sordid affair with jackets and fur ranging from classically tasteful to downright eccentric. Like cape-levels of eccentric. Beyond that he is bit of a burly man, with strong arms and stronger legs. He considers his thighs his best asset though his wife Nicolette wishes he would lean down for health's sake if anything.

He carries very little weaponry on him, after all the only silver he needs is his tongue.

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[CloudyBlueDay]

Name: Keegan Mistal
Age: 12
Gender: Male
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Biography