Also, I edited it in but mention it again in case you didn't read it: Females can't use Sword Skills. Your thing sounds like Sword Skills. Sword Skills are things malesmales/scrubs without mana can use with the help of Talentium and kinda like special attacks(also strengthening their body overall). Sword Arts are stuff females/scrubs with mana use and are basically fighting techiques supported by magic.
As for the personality a paragraph or more is preferred, right now she just sounds like a strong independent feminist :P.
Fantasy, Romance, Apocalyptic, Intruigues, Empire building, Magical, but still open for anything, so long as I happen to have the mood for it currently.
Also, I edited it in but mention it again in case you didn't read it: Females can't use Sword Skills. Your thing sounds like Sword Skills. Sword Skills are things males can use with the help of Talentium and kinda like special attacks(also strengthening their body overall). Sword Arts are stuff females can use and are basically fighting techiques supported by magic.
I must apologize now...
My head is a bit burned out after spending a few hours on here reading and writing.... so I really cant read that up >.>
What is the difference between "Sword Skills" and "Sword Art" D:
Edit/Note:
I am going to bed now to sleep. If you should feel too lazy to tell the difference... I will read it up tomorrow after work and fix it accordingly.
My current char idea involves an ex-general type guy who has a loyal group of supporters still in the Astapol/Dansila armies. Would it be allowed for me to have some NPCs I can control who are my character's agents helping put his plans into motion?
I was thinking that the characters would be more along the lines of individuals with little influence over what goes on at a national scale, but hm...I think I can figure something out with that.
What ARE his plans though? Depending on what they are, your character might be taking a more antagonistic role. NPCs are fine though. I make legions of them myself.
And, Desire, you should probably read the OOC info-tabs to get a better grasp on it, but basically...
Sword Arts are used by females, because that's the ONLY thing they can use (all females have innate mana, and Talentium automatically resonates with that mana). Basically, instead of 'final attacks', it's a combination of elemental and physical attacks. Thus, if you make a Sword Arts user, you describe the 'style', not the individual attacks.
Sword Skills are used by males exclusively, because they do NOT (other than a few abnormal exceptions) have mana. They gain a physical boost and, through tons of training and a strong mental image/wish, they can create 'finishing blows' that, while physical in nature, can do things that are pretty much considered 'impossible'. Such as attacking three times in the same instant. If you make a Sword Skills user, you describe the individual techniques they have.
Definitely more antagonistic. He was going to be an older warrior who never had an opportunity for real fame among his homeland. So he didn't like this peace because he wasn't going to get the chance for glory. Wherever tensions began to rise between the nations he and his agents would be stoking the flames trying to cause another war where he could come riding in as the hero and lead his homeland to victory.
Definitely more antagonistic. He was going to be an older warrior who never had an opportunity for real fame among his homeland. So he didn't like this peace because he wasn't going to get the chance for glory. Wherever tensions began to rise between the nations he and his agents would be stoking the flames trying to cause another war where he could come riding in as the hero and lead his homeland to victory.
Aight, I'll be PMing you some stuff after you get a sheet up. Nice to see someone who straight up wants to be evil. As a mastermind though, wouldn't it make more sense to make a 'field-operative' character, and have the mastermind-general as an NPC?
You can still do that. He'll just also be a prodigy at magic, because that's just how male mages turn out. Heck, he'd have the unique problem of having TOO much magical output, compared to most people having 'not enough'. XD
Aight, I'll be PMing you some stuff after you get a sheet up. Nice to see someone who straight up wants to be evil. As a mastermind though, wouldn't it make more sense to make a 'field-operative' character, and have the mastermind-general as an NPC?
That would make more sense as it'd allow me to get in on the action rather than being an plotter on the sidelines. I'll make a full CS for the operative and a smaller one for the general thats just personality, bio and some other important details.
I'm online most evenings on a regular basis. If you message me, I'll probably see your PM within a day tops, or you can find me on Discord under Click This#5640 --Just message me if you're from Iwaku so there aren't any misunderstandings!
Writing Levels
Adept
Advanced
Adaptable
Preferred Character Gender
Male
Female
Primarily Prefer Female
Genres
I'm a massive fan of any genre that puts my characters in a fish out of the water scenario. This can be time travel, isekai, or even an epic journey type of story. If it's in an anime style, you've got my full and undivided attention.
I'm generally game with most fantasy genres, although my preference is skewed towards high fantasy and historical fantasy. Also, steampunk. Depending on the type of roleplay, modern and sci-fi roleplays are good with me as well. In terms of settings for historical roleplays, I love seeing stories set in the Roman republic or empire, the age of sail, the Victorian era, WWI, WWII, the Cold War, and the early information era, although I might tend to play fast and loose with some historical accuracy in favor of plots and characters.
Naturally though, if the plot's awesome enough, the genre probably won't matter too much!
Character Quote:"So much to do, so much to see..." Name: Astrid Ceolis Nation of Birth: Talze Utera Age: 129 Height: 5'11" Race: Vampire
Personality:
Whimsical, callous, and hedonistic, Astrid is an aimless wanderer that travels the land solely for entertainment. She lacks any sort of respect for others, and views those lesser than her as things to amuse herself with. Only her instinct of self-preservation stops Astrid from showing any disrespect to those stronger than her.
Biography:
- Spent a century serving as a soldier of House Ceolis.
- Fought against the Jeualian Empire 15 years ago alongside House Ceolis, but most of the clan was slaughtered upon the first appearance of the rift beasts. Once talentium weaponry was discovered, Astrid was the first of her clan to adopt the new weaponry and took control of the survivors with her newfound strength.
- Lead the remnants of House Ceolis as a captain in the God Slayer's army, but left the survivors to their own devices after the Conference, wanting to see the world beyond Talze Utera.
- Lived in Dansila for a year after the Conference, but grew bored and started wandering the world.
- Ended up wandering into Astopol during her travels.
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Skills:
- Playing the flute
- Tracking
Magic:
Astrid is quite skilled at wielding both blood magic and necromancy, capable of using most of the common spells from both schools, such as hurling torrents of superheated blood at her foes and raising the dead. She can also absorb spilled blood from a distance, telekinetically forcing the blood to come to her.
However, her greatest spell sacrifices either her own blood or another's to enhance her speed and strength. At full power, this can empower Astrid enough that she would be on the level of physical titans such as Mirelle Keep and Aiv Recourt, but it would cost so much blood that Astrid would immediately die of blood loss if she tried to fuel the spell using her own blood.
Fantasy of all types, Scifi of certain types, Horror, Romance, Slice of Life if certain criteria is met. Anything that can swing from light-hearted, to the polar opposite in a moment's notice.
Height: Lydia stands at an imposing 5' tall which shrinks a few inches when fully equipped in armor.
Race: Human
Personality: Lost. That is the word that would describe the expression on Lydia's face, pacing the city streets, sowing the farmlands. The silver-haired girl is often lost in thought, seeking answers to questions that have no meaning. Her eyes are rarely fixed on anyone, often drifting from the ground below to the sky above, and should they ever meet with the eyes of another, the word 'Lost' would best describe the look in her eyes.
When spoken to, Lydia's voice would sound mousy and withdrawn, rarely ever does she raise her voice and when that situation arises it is one-hundred percent of the time due to an emergency When she is performing a task, chore, or something she's ordered to do, you'd come to find Lydia seems a little less out of it, this could be seen even more so when she is training herself in solitude. Though this isn't because the girl is a pushover, but more-so that she enjoys being given direction, for the reality is that she has difficulty discerning her own.
Deeper within, this girl is a bit of a mystery. Lydia could even been described as not knowing herself, she's often latching to people and situations as a means to discover how other people figure that out themselves.
Biography:
Within the small harvest town of Pometo, Lydia along with the other Bershild family members picked Apples from their orchards ritually. The beautiful Astopol weather secured their bountiful harvests yearly, securing their livelihood for as long as the seeds allowed them. It was a lovely way of life, truly it was. However, from time-to-time, the small town which was unprotected by walls or barriers of any sort would come into some sort of hardship; bandits, wild creatures, even standard men with evil in their heart. Because of this, it was necessary for the people of Pometo to be able to defend themselves in case no one were able to help them. The Bershild family in particular practiced this belief, even implementing it into their farming. Using spears and blades those of Bershild would pick the apples from the trees along their farmland, once the foraging was done they'd core the apples they chose to keep, boxing the ones they'd sell or trade. After the process was completed, the family members would spar with one another as equals, many locals of Pometo would even come to spectacle at their games even for fun.
One year however, one of these little sparring duels went south. Alvar Bershild while exchanging false blows with his brother ended up slicing off his opponent's right hand. Ervis Bershild enraged by his older brother's mistake, plus the pain and all of losing his hand, announced his departure from the town. The apologetic father of Lydia begged for his brother to reconsider, calling for his wife to help the wounded man get medical attention. In a fit of rage or whatever it may have been, the one handed farmhand drove his own spear into the chest of his brother, with enough force for the weapon to exit the man's back. In fear Ervis fled the home, running wounded past villagers and visitors alike, eventually following through with his departure. Leaving his wounded brother to be tended to by the rest of the outcast's family.
Luckily, Alvar had survived the wound of his brother. Though the spear punctured one of his lungs and broke a few of his ribs, he'd live to pick apples another day. Lydia having been present throughout this entire event, was greatly shaken by the events that took place. She had a love for her uncle that surpassed many of her other family members, he was known to be one of the best spearmen in the family, and even more so an incredibly gifted farmer. Being 10 years old during this event, Lydia grew confused on why her uncle would just leave all of a sudden because of an accident.. And to this days wonders if there was another reason he chose to leave Pometo.
Two years later, a series of disappearances began to occur within the town of Pometo. Usually being a volunteer guardsman, or a lookout along the borders of the town, they'd leave no trace of violence or any sort of struggle.. Just gone and disappeared. The head councilman of the town declared that the amount of people patrolling the outer areas of town be increased, allowing anyone of age to arm themselves effectively to join in the effort. Alvar whom was now leading in these efforts, enlisted Lydia at the age of 12 along with other citizens of Pometo able to defend themselves.
The night after this declaration, Lydia was assigned to patrol the northern section of town and the small outskirts nearby. With apples and spear in hand, she found a small clearing where she could make a campfire. It was at the night's darkest that a figure approached the girl within the clearing, she was at first scared, raising her spear and taking a stance to face the approaching shadow. Only to find that the figure was none other than Ervis, garbed in rags and stained with blood. By instinct, Lydia pulled her uncle close to the campfire, gripping the tattered cloth that he was garbed in hugging him for the first time in two years. The crippled man spoke of how he immediately regretted fleeing town, and how his arm quickly got infected, fights in the wildlife in an attempt to survive, and eventually ended up having to remove his entire right arm.
Lydia felt the need to explain the situation within the town, after hearing of the phenomena Ervis immediately knew the answer "Bandits." He explained to her the confrontation he had recently with a group of lawless men who were sifting through a corpse on the mountainside. "They tried to take my spear, and nearly succeeded." he said to his niece, smiling to her as he gestured towards the girl's own spear. Soon though, another patrol began making their way towards Lydia's small encampment. Waving his niece off before taking off like lightning into the dark, the stranger disappeared as quickly as he showed up.
The following morning, one of the other patrols had also gone missing. Seeing this as more of a threat, Alvar decided to no longer allow Lydia to take part in protecting the town. Upset by this decision, she explained to her father the events that happened the night before, about Ervis, and how he was surviving on his own. Rather than being relieved, Alvar in anger of her daughter associating with the criminal, demanded that even if she ever see him again not to approach Ervis. Even more upset, and feeling defeated, Lydia thoughtlessly accepted her father's orders and took to the apple fields instead. Her father however, took the words to mind when the next night approached. Taking the north patrol onto himself, setting out a campfire just as Lydia did, he waited for the figure to him approach him as it did his daughter.
That night, Alvar Bershild disappeared.
With the disappearance of her father, Lydia was left an emotional wreck for many months afterwards. Refusing to take part in farming, training, or anything other than being a silent recluse within her room. In light of this, the disappearances within the village had stopped after Alvar, and to make things more curious.. no signs of bandits were present within the area. Dispelling the whole event as something beyond understanding, the councilmen simply stated to the populace of Pometo that it should be left alone. It didn't sit well with the whole family, but there wasn't anything they could really do, they had investigated for the past months to no avail. It was a mystery best left, unsolved.
As the coming of a new year came, things seemed to settle down once again within Pometo. People returned to recreational practice, farming, and basic life. Even Lydia had come to accept her father's disappearance, lamenting it as a death.. His picture being presented at the front of their home with an alter for offerings, and pitches for incense. She was 13 years old now, it was time she'd start helping her family out with more than farming.
In the nearby wilds just a small distance from the nearest mountainside, Lydia, and her cousin Zasel pitched some tents and unloaded supplies for the week. Hunting was commonplace for the farm town all the same, another of the many goods traded between farmers. While tracking deer just below the rocky exterior of a large tunnel shaped stone, they found something very strange, to just be lying around. Armor, lots of it. But not only that, next to the armor was a crate of supplies, and some swords perched against them. Just what was this?
The answer revealed itself to Lydia subconsciously as she remembered an event some years ago. "Bandits."
From overhead, an arrow fired from the top of a large tree piercing Zasel's shoulder. Quickly after the sounds of many men, hustling towards their location, knocking through branch carelessly to make it back their supply area in time. Among these faces? Came a revelation. "Dad?" Asked Lydia, speechless at the sight of many of Pometo's former townspeople now armed to the teeth. Without responding to his daughter, Alvar approached his daughter with a sword, delivering it's pommel to the side of her head knocking the girl unconscious.
Awaking the following day back in Pometo, Lydia had difficult discerning whether what happened was a dream, or had actually happened. Though the face of her mother answered that question for her, eyes still red from crying, even the small gash on the side of her head. But all she had was questions, not a single answer. It was frustrating. Danna Bershild was just as confused however, meaning that no answers would be given within the household. And of Zasel's health? The teenage boy lay on a mat within the living quarters, face red and sweaty, eyes closed and strained. The arrow he had been shot with was poisoned, the only way to cure the poison would be through healing magic.
Within a week, a healer was called to heal Zasel, Alvar's memorial was removed from the front of the Bershild home, and the questions to everything began to be answered. The councilmen had ruled that the entire disappearance event was staged by Alvar and a few of the militia loyal to him. They did this as a means to cover up their bandit activities outside of the town, Ervis at some point discovered the seeds of these actions and Alvar attempted to be rid of him in a accident. The prideful Ervis then took this burden upon himself, and escaped the town as a means to take matters into his own hands. The fact that they were still at large proves that Ervis' efforts were in vain, likely dead and devoured by the wilds or illness.
This was bullshit though. Lydia knew that her uncle was still out there fighting, and there was no way he'd be able to handle all of the 'Bandits' alone. Zasel was just like Lydia at this age though, full of questions, seeking answers. They sought back to the northern outskirts of town, further than they'd gone before, two farm-raised children seeking someone whom they knew could help them find those answers. It'd been a long time since Lydia had seen Ervis, would he still remember after all this time living away from civilization.
With no trace of their uncle, no sign of a man living in the mountains at all, Lydia would once again feel defeated. It was like someone was intentionally throwing the answers out to her on a thread, a thread so thin that even the lightest of pulls would break it. But finally a vibration was sent back on one of these threads. Upon a stone, was carved 'Without justice, there is no turning back.' tossed casually into some overbrush near the clearing Lydia had once made a campfire at. Was it a message, a declaration towards her father? Or maybe, a passing of mission, to her? Something clicked in Lydia's head, she didn't know what, maybe she was crazy.. But the words burned into her mind like hot irons.
She set out to the location where the supplies were left, she felt that would be the first place to look. Spear in hand, stone in the other, she walked with a determination she hadn't known before. Tracks were prominent, visibly even if you weren't looking for them, they were here recently. Lydia fastened her pace, rushing faster towards her goal, why was she taking a stance already?
When she finally arrived, it was already too late.
The gruesome scene disoriented the small girl, causing her to lose her footing mid-running and tumbling forward. As she came closer to the center of this scene, the assailant responsible stood in his crimson glory, holding within his sole hand the head of her father. Surrounding her now was the countless corpses of townsfolk turned bandits, why they had done so was still a mystery, but Ervis had taken it upon himself to conduct his own personal justice upon the many who had been committing crimes without their families knowing.
The entire scene, stained red, the man before her stained red. He turned to Lydia, tossing the head into the rubble nearby, nonchalantly making his way towards Lydia with the same smile he had the day he lied weak near the campfire. "I was waiting for you to come help me, slowpoke." Confused, and afraid she crawled away from the approaching man who simply matched her pace until she gave up. Sitting next to her, he dropped the gore-covered spear, and offered strangely comforting words. "It's over now.. Me and you, can finally have some peace."
A long silence was the response to Ervis' words, but she felt the need to sit up.. Was it relief that was washing over her? Or fear? Something pushed her over the edge, and finally Lydia buried her face into her uncles reddened sleeve, crying her eyes out, screaming as loud as she could.
"I can't answer your questions right now, but I can apologize. I'm sorry our stupid family had to ruin the peaceful life we could have had. And in return for your strong will, I'll give you this.."
Lifting the unsightly spear towards her, he slid it onto her lap.
"It's talentium... Run away with me and I'll teach you how to use it."
Skills: ⊗Master of the Spear, will poke your face. ⊗ Farm Skills, will milk your cows. ⊗ Basic Survivalist, will build your campfires. ⊗Sewing/Tailoring, will crochet you sweaters. ⊗ Strong memorization ability, will remember your name.
Sword Art:
✧ Declaration of Radiance Style✧ Lightning
At close range Lydia is capable of standing toe-to-toe with combatants even more skilled than herself, the spear on the other hand is just as capable as she, the spear's edge is not what is to be feared when it comes to Garwen, should the spear even be pointed to you it is only a matter of time before a flurry of lighting is fired in it's pointed direction. Should she miss, the electricity can be drawn back to her spear if close enough to her vicinity.
At mid-range she is slightly less effective but effective nonetheless, the reach of her spear is capable of leaving trails of electricity in it's wake. Those whom would try to close the distance after an opening has appeared would equally need to be careful, as the spear would release small bursts of electricity while stationary. Meanwhile if you do choose to stay at mid-range from her, should you be struck by her lightning the spear will have now marked you a target, greatly increasing her accuracy at this range should she fire her spear in your direction.
At long range Lydia is ever more terrifying, being able to charge her spear with an immense amount of electrical energy and fire it at high speed great distances, it is capable of impaling an armored man and then some should her aim permit it. Should the spear miss, the area it has encompassed is now a hazard for whomever she had aimed it at. Along with this, using her own magic she is capable of bringing the spear back into her position as quickly that physics permit.
Equipment: Garwen, the talentium spear gifted to her from Ervis. Vinca Armor, light-armored uniform with shades of grey and blue. Sack'o'Apples, not always on hand but this girl likes her apples. Hush Oil, a concoction that is coated on armor to silence the sound of metal. Small Satchel, for other misc. and currency needed for day-to-day life.
Likes/Dislikes: + Strong People + Apples and other fruit, except Kiwi + The Color White + Stories/Fairy Tales
- Bandits/Villains/Etc
- Carrots, so gross
- The Color Red - People who talk in riddles
Fears: - Forgetting things, it terrifies her.
- Being screamed at.
- Getting lost.
- Losing people close to her.
Character Quote:"We bear the burden for a better world." Name: Verek Prathrin Nation of Birth: Astapol Height: 5'5" Race: Human Personality: Loyal to Gristov and to Astopol as well. Having served under the man his whole life he believes that he is the best general Astopol could have and is determined to see him given the position he deserves. He strives to prove himself a useful soldier to Gristov and follows his orders to the letter. He is a confident person who rationalises his decisions based on this final goal. However alongside this loyalty is the man's own morality. Having fought against the rift beasts and against Talze Utera he has witnessed the horrors of war and is worried about how far Gristov is willing to go to get what he does deserve. While he knows his commander will take a war against any nation, Verek will only be able to commit his whole self to the plan if the war is against Talze Utera. This way he will not be causing humans to kill each other and will be able to kill the monster he hates that make it their home. He fears that if war breaks out against a human nation he will fail Gristov's expectations, able to start the war but not finish it.
Verek was too young to join the battle against the Jeualian Empire when they first invaded. Though he longed to fight even the army recruiters refused to allow him to join. His small height made it impossible for him to pass off as an older boy and he was forced to stay in his town and listen to whatever news came back from the front.
It was only when the war against the empire was replaced by the war against the rift beasts that his opportunity came. A savaged band of knights passed through looking for anyone who could heal their wounds and give them supplies to continue the fight. Before his parents could stop him Verek ran up to the leader of the group, a Captain Gristov, and volunteered to fight. Low on soldiers as well as supplies and a heartless man, Gristov accepted the boy's offer against his parent's wishes. The captain placed a sword in his hands and a helm on his head and they went on their way.
When Talze Utera broke the alliance first it was the beginning of Verek's dislike for the monsters. He saw it as a betrayal and proof that the monsters couldn't be trusted by humans. Later when the other human nations broke the rest of the alliance he justified this to himself as the best way to deal with the threat. Each nation could secure its own borders then focus on helping the others.
This belief of his was proven when the first talentium weapon was crafted in Dansila. As the weapons spread around the three nations Verek received his own pair of blades and was extremely proud of the weapons. Under Gristov's wing he had burgeoned as a swordfighter and Gristov kept the boy close. For Gristov saw the potential of his abilities and was shaping the boy into a weapon of his own. During the twelve years of peace that followed Verek followed Gristov into battle many times as they fought rift beasts. He was very proud when Gristov's hard work paid off and he was promoted.
Verek's hatred for Talze Utera truly began when they broke the peace with the summoning of the Musphelheim demon. He was with Gristov's unit and missed the raid on the summoning, only arriving afterwards to help take Vance away. When the capital of Dansila was attacked and Gristov's unit once again was too late to stop Talze Utera freeing Vance his hatred bloomed and he vowed to put an end to the Vampire and Witches who ruled there.
During the war against Talze Utera he performed admirably alongside Gristov. He fought with a fury few around him could match and was often taken to the medic's tent to treat his exhaustion and dozens of wounds he suffered without complaint.
When the war was halted by the god slayer's death and peace talks began Verek was furious, an anger enflamed by Gristov's demotion. He could not believe that Astapol would discard a man who had done so much for them and swore his life to Gristov. He would show Astapol that the results of the peace talks would only bring them to ruin and that they needed a man like Gristov to lead them if they wanted to survive.
--- Skills: He is good at hiding and sneaking around. Has a good eye for details
. Sword Skills:
Shatterheart – His main blade shatters into a hundred pieces which fall into his shadow. A reformed version of his blade then emerges from any shadow he can see and fires extremely fast at his target's heart (the shadow it emerges from does not have to be the target's). When its movement is halted it returns to its hilt.
A Traitor's Friend – He absorbs his main sword and his backup sword on his back into his body. He can then cause a desired length of blade to emerge from any point on his skin. The blades will harmlessly pass through his own body thought they are quite lethal to anyone else. He can hold up to five swords in his body at one time and control them all independently. He can hold a blade within his body for an hour. However after it breaks his skin the first time he can only hold any blades for a minute longer.
Crescent Dawn – His secondary blade shatters into a hundred pieces then reforms as a crescent shaped blade in front of him. It homes in on the target and will attack them four to six times at varying speeds, aiming for their ankles of their neck. After the final attack it returns to the hilt.
Equipment: Two Talentium swords, a primary longsword and a backup shortsword. A medal bestowed upon him by Gristov for exemplary service. A pair of binoculars.
--- Likes: The military, his commander, fighting, fame and glory Dislikes: Talze Utera, Unfairness, disloyalty. Fears: Being trapped. Failure. The destruction of Astapol. Love Interests: None Theme Song(s):Blow me Away by Breaking Benjamin
Character Quote: "I will have what is mine." Name: Gristov Reete Nation of Birth: Astapol Height: 5'11" Race: Human Personality: Gristov is a heartless man who is very good at pretending he actually cares about others. His own family are terrified of the man and do whatever he says lest he punish them. This lack of emotions makes him an efficient commander who can see the logical paths to victory in a battle. However he desires fame and fortune from his battles, something he lacks due to his unimaginative tactics. He will manipulate others in order to achieve his goals and discard them once they are useless to him.
Gristov fought in the wars against the Jeualian Empire as a sergeant in charge of a squad of knights. His blunt tactics were successful enough to raise him to the rank of captain by the time the three nations prepared for the final battle. When the rift beasts fell from the sky his unit took heavy losses due to his inflexible tactics and were forced to retreat quickly.
Along their route they encountered a small town where they could be healed and resupplied. When a young teenager came up to him and asked to join his unit he accepted. He had hoped others would also join increasing his numbers to make his retreat less of a disaster however none did. Instead he took the boy under his wing and began training him personally, seeing the potential of having such a loyal person standing by him.
When his unit received talentium weapons it gave Gristov a great boost. His usual tactics were well suited to the addition of talentium weapons and the higher ups mistook this for the man's own skill in leading. He was tasked with hunting down the rift beasts that continued to spawn in the twelve years of peace after the war was won and pursued this task with his usual diligence.
Gristov's greatest regret is his bad placement during the raind on the witch's summoning and Vance's breakout. His unit was pursuing rift beasts in different parts of Astapol and he was too late to make his mark on either battle.
During the war against Taalze Utera Gristov proved himself a competent general who could lead soldiers to victory in many situations. However he also showed he had little care for human life and would achieve victory the "safest" way possible even if it costs hundreds of lives rather than take a risk. While his ability to bring victories was needed in the war, once it was over Astapol had no wish for such a careless general and demoted him to captain where they felt he belonged. Knowing he had lost his main chance for glory Gristov began scheming new ways to bring about his desires.
--- Likes: Fame, glory, loyalty, the soldiers serving under him, power Dislikes: Weakness, Carelessness, people being emotional Fears: Being Forgotten Love Interests: He has a wife Theme Song(s):Believe by Breaking Benjamin
Fantasy, Romance, Apocalyptic, Intruigues, Empire building, Magical, but still open for anything, so long as I happen to have the mood for it currently.
I was thinking that the characters would be more along the lines of individuals with little influence over what goes on at a national scale, but hm...I think I can figure something out with that.
What ARE his plans though? Depending on what they are, your character might be taking a more antagonistic role. NPCs are fine though. I make legions of them myself.
Sword Arts are used by females, because that's the ONLY thing they can use (all females have innate mana, and Talentium automatically resonates with that mana). Basically, instead of 'final attacks', it's a combination of elemental and physical attacks. Thus, if you make a Sword Arts user, you describe the 'style', not the individual attacks.
Sword Skills are used by males exclusively, because they do NOT (other than a few abnormal exceptions) have mana. They gain a physical boost and, through tons of training and a strong mental image/wish, they can create 'finishing blows' that, while physical in nature, can do things that are pretty much considered 'impossible'. Such as attacking three times in the same instant. If you make a Sword Skills user, you describe the individual techniques they have.
Yeah sorry about that. My head was a bit burned out after all the writing and reading last night. I actually wanted to read a few other Introductions for other RP's that sounded alright... wasn't able to.
Meeaaans, make the scale permanently in combat o_O
This is gonna be tricky to do to maintain my dear concept of justice and corruption :D
Looking at all the other characters! My my! This is going to be a HQ RP if all of them stay to the very end. Means it is something I could really get into and love o.o"
I have added the things that I need to fix up here to my list that I need to do later.
For this, this includes two things:
-Rewrite the Skills/Arts. I am thinking of mixing a sword style with a little bit of magic. Just so I can attempt to maintain the concept I had for it.
-Refine the Ranks mentioned in the Biography to prevent confusion and to make it clearer that it is a religious cult.
Fantasy, Romance, Apocalyptic, Intruigues, Empire building, Magical, but still open for anything, so long as I happen to have the mood for it currently.
I have edited the cs. Is it now to your satisfaction?
I have swapped the sword elements of the set of scales stuff with other things that make sense,
Now I am a lot more satisfied with that >.<
Also changed Knight -> Templar.
This should make it clearer that it is a religious cult.
1:How many people are you looking for?
2: when is the cut of for CS submission?
3: Can i get in on this?
4: If i can, can i play a demon or, something demonic, demonesque. I want to roll with the Talze Utera but i don't want to be a vampire. I'd be willing to play a Rifter as well.
Fantasy, Romance, Apocalyptic, Intruigues, Empire building, Magical, but still open for anything, so long as I happen to have the mood for it currently.
Fantasy, Romance, Apocalyptic, Intruigues, Empire building, Magical, but still open for anything, so long as I happen to have the mood for it currently.
