I think he's done, but I could be wrong. It won't be the first time it's happened.
Baek Jin-Sang Note: I put it backwards only because I wanted to be goofy and write in traditional Korean format. My first name is Jin-Sang :P.
Race: Human
Class: Calming Waterbender
Physical Description: If you were to look at Jin-Sang, you wouldn't expect much of him. He looks like a standard human being only 5'4" and average lean build. His brown hair is well kept and his blue eyes are vibrant. Cleanliness is clearly something Jin-Sang finds important as evidence of his clean shaven face. Jin-Sang enjoys the standard waterbender robe set but is too smart to be satisfied with it. He adorns his chest with a blue mantle without a cape. The mantle is elegant, providing shoulder pads on his right shoulder and a strap that connects in the back which hold a large gourd of water. He wears a vibrant blue, long loincloth over his waterbender trousers.
Personality: Academics is as much a part of him as the breath he breathes. It is impossible for Jin-Sang to live without mental stimulation. He couldn't even fathom it. This has yielded some negative effects as he can sometimes act a little pompous. He prides himself on being somewhat of a realist. Theories and moral paragon are great for dinner conversation and certainly something to long for. However, reality often dictates a different wind. Being as young as he is, Jin-Sang is fully aware that sometimes a man must do what he must do.
Background: "My brain must be different." Thought a young Jin-Sang sitting in a corner of the training grounds of the Academy one evening. He had massive trouble trying to relate to the other students. They just didn't get it. Some even made fun of him. They always wanted to play games and be difiant while Jin-Sang was simply over those sorts of things. A rather large student walked up to him on this evening and extended his hand. "Would you want to study a bit? My teachers are really hounding me." "Do I look like your assistant?" said Jin-Sang "Get out of here!" "If that's what you want" said the enormous figure as he walked away. After another day of desperation and contemplating himself the student walked up to him again " How about today?" "Leave. Me. Alone" Said Jin-Sang before throwing a rock at the student. The student didn't back down which made Jin-Sang even more angry. Jin-Sang threw a punch that was easily dodged. Having enough, Jin-Sang continued and the fight eventually led to a stalemate. Day after day, the child persisted and day after day they fought.
One day, the other student asked for his name. Without realizing what he had done he said "Jin-Sang". The student in return gave his and they continued fighting. They boy's name was Duyi. Never had Jin-Sang felt so infuriated and exciting to see someone at the same time. The two kept fighting and eventually they were eating together. They kept fighting and eventually they were hanging out and studying together. They kept fighting and eventually they graduated together. Seeing their clear link that these two very uncanny friends had, they decided to keep them together as a team. Jin-Sang walked into Duyi's room the morning they were to be sent on some sort of scouting mission not surprised to see him still asleep. "Duyi! You know today is the day we are suppose to head out man, wake up!" exclaimed Jin-Sang. The only reply that was given was a light grumble. "Come one you lazy giant, up up up up!" pushing his dear friend out of bed. Allowing his friend to gather his composure, they finally set out for their first mission.
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In blackest day, in brightest night
Beware your fears made into light
Let those who try to stop what's right,
Burn like my power ... Sinestro's Might!
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He is a DragonBorn. He is as simple as that. He has no delusions of fame or fortune. On the other hand, He does, like all other dragonborn before him, deeply care for honor. Not exactly honor on the battlefield, but honor for his words and his values. People say actions are better than words, but to Daiyin, his words are his actions and will never utter a lie else he tarnish his very core.
Background:
Unlike the nomatic tribes and clans of the dragonic domain, Daiyin's clan is a stationary group around the center of the sand covered nation. They, knowing the harshness of the barren lands and the dangers of all those under the sun, had created a guild of mercenary that would help both the travelers and brother clans thought out the dominion. The guild would help escort travelers though the dunes and valleys, protecting them from bandits and monsters they usually come across. Occasionally helping other tribes with other tasks as training mounts and the like.
Daiyin, like the rest of his clan, are part of the guild and both know and understand the importance of it all. He feels much pride in his family and the work they do. Even his most prized possession is the bastard sword his father, who received it from the very first client of the guild, gave to Daiyin when he was finally a full fledged member. He, however, feels that only staying within the same domain is a shame for the guild not to expand and help more people while learning more to share.
Dayin hopes for one day to travel to new lands to set up a sister guild and spread the name of the 'Sand Dragon Guild.'
Description: Standing at 4' 8", I'm fairly short for an Earthborn. My skin is light beige and nicely wrinkled. I would be considered quite a handsome fellow, at least to other Earthborns .. or so my sisters say. Maybe they were just making fun of me, I'm not sure. But certainly this huge schnauzer of mine is worth something! It sticks out proudly proclaiming for all the world that I AM! My scruff of hair on my snout is still rather thin for an Earthborn, but I'm still young in this world, so I'm not too worried about it.
My legs are thick and short, but not as deliciously thick as my middle. Talk about bulk - I've got it! My arms are deft enough to work a bow, but it's not so comfortable. I prefer spears. I walk with a hunch, but not as much as my father or brother. My walking is more like a sauntering, really. But when I get worked up in a fight, I'm not walking! It's running all the way! And once I build up the speed nothing will do but to knock something down - be it a person or a wall.
I carry the sword my elder had given me, a greatsword, on my back, under my backpack with my supplies in it.
Personality: I'm generally an unassuming kind of fellow, with sweet undertones. I can be decisive if the moment calls for it and I will not stand for bullies picking on weaklings. My voice is gruff and might be off-putting at first, but that's mostly from my size. If someone can have the patience to listen to the words, they'll see that really I'm a very sweet man. I have a well-honed sense of values and will only do what my conscious deems right, even though that may differ based on the situation.
Background: I was spawned in Sarlonia, near the foothills in the south, next to a small, muddy pond. We lived in a small mud hut. My elder, Khragdor, was an earthbender who worked frequently for the nearby dwarvish clan when they needed extra help with burrowing further into the mountains. Oh, how I loved that pond and that hut. My two sisters and brother and I would go rolling around in the mud and build mud castles. My brother found that he had the talent of bending the earth like Khragdor and he would build armies out of the mud and attack the mud castle. Since the rest of us didn't have the talent, we would make mud balls and throw them at the mud armies in defense of our castle. Eventually he became good enough at earthbending that when we'd throw mud balls the armies would seemingly swat them away like flies. That was when his armies would always destroy the castle and it stopped being so much fun.
On one of his trips to the dwarves, Khragdor was befriended by one of the warriors who offered to teach me the ways of fighting. I was young in the world when I started training with the dwarves. My elders and I soon realized that this was an excellent avenue for me to get out my pent-up energy, being a bit of an over-active Earthborn. All the fighting styles that the dwarves could teach me, I ate up faster than the dinner that I couldn't sit still for. They soon had me on a training regiment of exercise the first day of the week, unarmed combat the second, the next on armed melee, the day after on spears and the last day on archery. Then they would make me work in the mines for a day, hauling huge rocks and eventually boulders the size of a dwarf. And, finally, a day of rest to prepare for the week ahead. In the early mornings I would train, then take a break for studying the mechanics of what I was training on, then more training in the afternoons. I spent a good five years with the dwarves like this, learning all their fighting styles and mastering them all. They even taught me what they could of other fighting styles, although since they didn't get out much, they didn't have too much knowledge of them.
So I left the dwarves and came back to Sarlonia. When I came back to the place of my spawning, Khragdor and I decided that it was time for me to go out into the human world and help them with their war against the Orcs. My brother, the earthbender, had left to join the ranks of men fighting the Orcs a year ago. Now it is my turn. It was a very emotional time for me to leave the places of my spawning and my training. I had missed my sisters and elder while I was with the dwarves, although they were never far. Now it would be completely different. Each of us had a different path in the world and now I was setting out on my journey. With tears in my eyes I left them to go off for .. I'm not sure, really. For now just to the nearest town for more training or to be sent on to the war.
Physical Description: Legend stands at 5' 6" and weighs around 170 lbs. Her horns curl back and points back forward, much like a ram's horns. Her red skin is complimented rather nicely with her long black. She is wearing hide armor which has a hood attached for protection from weather and for covering up her features that may make her seem hostile to other races. She carries around a Longsword at her belt, a Longbow and Light Shield and, hidden in her left boot is a dagger for times she's caught with her pants down. Additionally she carries around a flute to perform for others or just soothe herself. Legend often exaggerates her movements, especially her hand movements in an attempt to make everything seem more grand. She also walks around as if in a constant state of tipsiness, almost like a drunken grace. (Think Jack Sparrow)
Personality: Legend enjoys being with people and interacting with them either by performing or just conversing with them. Her demonesque appearance often hinders the first impression poorly but, her charm can sometimes turn this around (Especially among the men ). These traits are interesting considering Legend's past however it's the freedom she has from being liberated from her past that allows her to enjoy the new people around her and the world she now lives in. Legend also has a strong taste for the drink. She drinks on almost every chance she has in an attempt to forget who she was and where she came from. While meeting new people and enjoying her new life is important Legend has one real goal in her mind. This goal is for Tieflings can have something to live for. In her old life she never heard anything good about her race, no grand stories of great Tiefling heroes, just their flaws and defects. However if she just stands around and waits for these grand stories to happen she'll die of old age so, she's off to make these stories herself.
Background:
On her journey, she would visit different towns and farm lands and spent most of her time in their taverns. When people would ask who she is, she would reply. "My name is Legend.". She would then spend her time there either telling a story, playing her flute or "performing". Either way her main goal was to seek out any interesting stories, current events or rumors of adventuring parties and grand quests. Unfortunately for her everyone is more concerned with the governments lack of assistance to have any stories or rumors for Legend. So, she continues to wonder the land, in hopes for find something or someone that can help Legend in her goal. Maybe this next town will fair her better...
Name: Locke Dupres Race: Human Class: Thief Physical Description: Locke is a tall, lean man in his early 20’s. Although not terribly strong his muscles are well-defined and efficient. From his easy swagger others can tell Locke is agile and nearly as quick with his tongue as he is with his rapier or daggers he keeps on his person. Although it seems almost cliché Locke chose to learn the rapier and now carries “Ruby” with him everywhere. He calls his rapier “Ruby” for the gemstone (not a real ruby but an excellent copy) that tops the hilt. Anyone looking at Ruby will notice it is of fine quality but those who are weapon smiths or masters of the blade will notice most of the craftsmanship went into the beauty not the blade as Locke is fond of his appearance.
Usually Locke can be found in the latest fashion or if travelling in dark blue breeches that are tight around the waist and thighs that tucks into his thigh high riding boots. An open fronted white shirt with a little lace at the cuffs can be found under his dark blue jerkin. Of course no swashbuckler would be complete without his wide brimmed hat, which Locke wears on all occasions. Beneath it his dark brown, shoulder length hair can be seen with wisps of it needing to be brushed back from his deep blue eyes. With a smile that ladies swoon over Locke can be found playing his lute or occasionally flute in the local taverns telling and singing takes of life at sea.
Personality: Locke has the attitude of someone from stories rather than the previously spoiled rich noble’s son he was. Life at sea was hard but it gave him purpose. Now he sees that life is to be enjoyed. Locke likes to entertain those around him (the ladies most of all) and loves to be the center of attention. He uses some small amount of musical talent and storytelling skill to entertain those around him but likes to hear the tales of others. Perhaps a bard at heart Locke chose another path but still enjoys his time relaxing in front of a hearth at the local tavern.
When working Locke considers himself a “treasure-hunter”. Loving to find forgotten treasure or unlock some great secret Locke likes to travel and see new things. Part of him wants to collect and is known to take trophies of things he finds unusual or story worthy, not always based on its value either.
Background: Locke was taken in not long after he ran away from home hoping to make a name for himself on the Privateer ship Vengeance. The first mate had taken a liking to Locke, or felt sorry for him, after meeting in a tavern just as Locke was about to call it quits and run home broke, drunk and ashamed. Instead he took up Raynard, the first mate, on his offer to make a change. And a change Locke made. He worked hard, learned from everyone on the ship and those they met in port towns most of the skills he has today. He even was able to pick up some music and storytelling skills from various bards he met in taverns around the county. When the privateering writ provided by the king was up Locke chose to disembark in this new country and so he is now in Sarlonia, a pocket with some coin in it, a lute ready to play for fun and meals (occasionally a warm bed) and a desire to enjoy life.
Locke Dupres gave a slight sigh as he stared into the bottom of an empty mug of ale, some bitter drink from the south he thought as he swirled the final foam around. Eventually deciding to put the mug down and glance around the bar. There were not many patrons in the bar this evening, like he could even call it that. It was barely after lunch and he was already broke again. Dressed in what few clothes he had left after selling most of his off Locke looked a combination of fop and beggar with his wide brimmed hat, feather and all although the feather was a little worse for wear, tight fitting knee length breeches, shoes that curled up slightly at the toes, as was the fashion from his home, and half buttoned, less than white shirt, stained from ale and various drinks he had spilled on himself recently and torn from fist fights.
This is a far fall from being a prince. He quietly thought to himself. Actually he was never a prince, but a minor noble from house Dupres far to the east. Locke is not his real name either but using his real name, Langail, was not much of an option once he had fled. Locke was never meant for greatness anyway as he was the third son out of five with two sisters as well, the home and titles would be given over to his older brothers or sister and their husbands far before he saw anything. Locke chose instead to set out and make his own name in the world. This proved much more difficult to do than in the stories he had read to him when he was younger.
Locke looked around the tavern and saw the place was getting ready for evening meal he guessed as servers were clearing off the tables from lunch and “escorting” those who had too much to drink out to the alley. Another few of these and I will be joining them. Lucky for him, Locke was out of coin. “Well, might as well go find a place to sleep,” he said to nobody in particular.
“Looking to put those hands to better use than tilting back a mug might ye be?” said a voice as Locke turned to leave.
Locke didn’t even register the voice immediately, not until he nearly bumped into a man sitting two seats away from him as he stood to leave. Locke could swear that man had not been there before. Was he talking to me? What was it he said about mugs of hands? “Were you talking to me?” He said glancing around the bar again. It seems now there was only this man sitting at the bar looking out the window towards the street over his full mug of ale. The man wore a single gold hoop earring and had a well-used shirt over what looked to be a well-muscled torso, baggy breeches that came down to just below his knee and some simple leather shoes, though his feet looked worn and calloused.
Áye, you are the only sorry lad still in this place. You looking for some work or thinking of beggin for your next mug of ale?” The words hit Locke hard. Normally he would have made some snide yet quick witted response but the words were not spoken with malice intended, only the truth. As Locke began to ignore the man and slip on his leather jerkin to leave he glanced back at the man sipping his ale and staring out the window. He followed the gaze and realized he was not staring into the street but down the street and towards the docks. Perhaps he was waiting on someone to arrive soon? Looking back at the man again he realized the sun weathered face and clothing meant only one thing. Sailor. Taking in the question he had previously asked Locke began to think. Would I beg for my next mug? Would I beg for food? What am I still doing out here? I should pack up and head home. Surely Nicholas was at least Steward of the house now. They always got along as kids. But what would he think of me now? Now that I made such a big deal over leaving and making something of myself. All would be forgotten in a few years. They would be happy he had returned. Locke could perhaps take up horsemanship again. Perhaps Lesse would marry me. Father had hinted that they would make a good match more than once. No, they would all forget, or feign to forget but I would know. I would know that he had failed. All he made of himself with his childish stunt of running away was to become a drunkard. No. That’s not how I am coming home!
“When do we sail?” Locke stated flatly.
The man turned and looked him in the eye, with what Locke now saw was only a single good eye, the other being made of some sort of glass. “With the evening tide lad. Which is right now.” He dropped a coin to the table and led him out.
Name: Duyi Yang Race: Human Class: Harmonious Fire Bender Alignment: Good
Physical Description: Duyi towers over most individuals. Being a solid six feet tall with a lean muscular figure isn't your typical Fire Bender. His head is shaved like that of monks. His skin is tanned from training outside in the sun and from the heat of fire bending during sparring. His dark brown eyes rests in an oval eye shape. His eyebrows are thin and his eyelashes are short. He has a very rugged looking face making him quite intimidating to look at if you don't know him. His muscles are toned and deceive how strong and agile he is. Due to his fire bending training, Duyi actually has a fair graceful step however he mostly just walks normally for the most part. He wears darken leather armor with a metal circular plate embedded in the chest portion. However he walks around barefooted, his feet toughen from the experience.
Personality: Duyi is quite lazy. He prefers a nice afternoon nap rather than a fierce duel if he can avoid such a fight. However despite his apparent laziness, he is dedicated to his fire bending training. He is a good willed soul who rather finds a peaceful solution than running head first into a fight. However if he is in a fight, he tries to hold back unless the person he is facing is more than capable of defending themselves. He stays away from killing, taking the honorable approach of besting an enemy is good enough. He is a tranquil person but knows that sadly not everything can be solved without violence. He is laid back and isn't prone to becoming angry easily. However when he does become angry, he can be malicious. Besides that though, he always tries to remain calm and pretty much is all the time. He also has a weakness for kids. He won't fight a girl unless they're adamant about dueling him or if they're causing/inflicting serious harm. Also he tries not to break rules and laws. He is always humble and modest plus he is very optimistic.
Background: Duyi grew up in a once powerful family that fell from their seat of influence and into the life common folk. He grew up in an environment where everybody thought they were better than everyone else. Duyi carried this sort of attitude until he entered the academy. Here he learned quickly that he was really nobody in the large scheme of things. Duyi was a promising student from the start however he didn't have the motivation to achieve his potential until the fire bending professor pushed him. Duyi eventually put a lot of effort into his training and academics. In the field of academics he was always an average student however when it came to fire bending training, he was one of the rare individuals who were truly a prodigy. Unlike the other students, he didn't focus on fueling his fire bending with anger instead he focused on harmony.
The other students usually didn't interact with him, basically making him an outcast. However this didn't bother Duyi, sure he would of liked making friends however he was quite content with being alone. However one day he set sight on another lonely student set aside from the rest of the students. Although Duyi wasn't out to make friends so to say, this small person convince him otherwise. Duyi had extended his hand of friendship to the lone student but he refused, however this didn't upset Duyi in the slightest. Duyi continued to pursue a friendship with this student and this turned into duels. The more the two fought, the more they grew closer and learned about each other. Jin-Sung Baek was a prodigy like himself however he was skilled in water bending. The two kept up the sparring but this lead them to start spending time together. The other professors of the academy saw a unique bond that blossomed between these two polar opposites. They concluded that if Duyi and Jiang-Sung were paired together, they would eventually become a fearsome duo to be reckon with. Despite the respect the teachers had for the these two aspiring pupils, their peers still treated them with scorn. Duyi and Jiang-Sung didn't mind the scorn, they were never out to make people to like them. Their friendship wasn't just in title, it was something real.
His parents grew distant from him when they realized that their son wasn't going to bring back the power and influence their family once had. Instead Duyi chose his own path along with his friend Jiang-Sung. They shortly graduated from the academy and received an assignment, basically a scouting mission to make sure there were no enemies in the surrounding area and engage any hostiles. They accepted the task however Jiang-Sung had to wake Duyi from his daily afternoon nap. Once awake, Duyi and Jiang-Sung headed out on their assignment.
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In brightest day, in blackest night,
No evil shall escape my sight
Let those who worship evil's might,
Beware my power... Green Lantern's light!
Does a bugbear ever have a friendly face. Of course not. Core is no different. Worse, Core never looks happy. Looking upward towards his face makes most people wish they didn't look up nearly 7 feet to see the sharp pointy teeth. His brownish black fur sticks out from many joins of his platemail armor. The normal sized warhammer looks out of place, but his heavy shield with the symbol of a warhammer with an eye emblazoned on it is even more out of place for a bugbear. His glaze shows that there aren't very many thoughts going on inside that thick furry skull.
When given time to think, Core becomes angry. He doesn't understand why he was cursed. He doesn't know why he doesn't have the desire to become human, again. When he thinks about those things, he just wants to break something. To avoid thinking, Core will pray and/or meditate. His faith in his god, Mos, has become stronger. He feels that without his god's strength, Core would have fully become a bugbear, not just body, but in mind. He starts many conversations with a bark and then slowly calms himself down to talk. Long conversation were boring to him before and now, he has to walk away before the urge to rip someone's head off overtakes his every thought. Oddly, he does find that decapitating his foe does relax him. Core believes that Mos allowed this change for a purpose. He wants to full fill that purpose. He knows just enough to know that he needs others to help him out. "I do two things. I crush things and I carry heavy things. Thinking is not one of those two things."
James Stone and the Silver Claw adventuring team finally reached the inner circle, where the goblin shaman was chanting some ritual. The group carefully moved into attack positions around the dreaded foe. Traps were the speciality of this shaman and the group was certain something lay between them and their prey. James stepped up and felt some magical energies course through his body. It seemed that nothing had happened.
Years after the battle, James retired from the adventuring life. He became a pig farmer near a temple to Mos, in the county of Salonia. He was a paladin of Mos and still guarded the temple. His wife was also a worshipper of Mos and many believe them to be a good match. He and his wife raised 6 children, 4 boys and 2 girls. His eldest son, James, Jr, was not the strongest of lads, but was the first to receive the curse from the goblin shaman's magic. Upon his 18th birthday, he became a goblin.
Corthan was terroriflied upon hearing the news of his older brother. Would the same happen to him. He didn't know. He continued his training at the temple. He knew he wasn't the brightest of lads, but his faith would guide him upon the right path to take. He was studying hard to become a paladin like his father and older brothers. He had faith and the desire to protect others. Corthan believed that he would one day be a great hero, just like his father.
After his second son became a hobgoblin upon his 18th birthday, James reached out to his old adventuring teammate. James wanted help from an Arcane caster as the Divine casters he knew could not determine what was happening. The old mage came immediately and explained, "You, and our team, were cursed by the goblin shaman. The magic released was from a very old ritual. I am still working on undoing the magic done upon us. I fear that there is nothing I can do for our children."
'A curse. Of course. Dad was an adventurer. He pissed off a lot of people. He was cursed. Worse. His curse was passed to his children,' Corthan thought to himself. Knowing that his father was cursed did not calm his fears. Knowing did not stop his change from a human into a bugbear upon his 18th birthday. Like most fears, Core's turn into anger.
Core could remember thoughts from before his 18th birthday. "Why wasn't I born a girl. My sisters do not appear to be affected by the curse. Will the church allow me to stay, even after I change." After his 18th birthday his thoughts changed, 'This is great. I'm a bugbear. Why is that old mage still coming around. Nothing is wrong. I'm still accepted by my god and church."
A week after Core's 18th birthday, the mage was able to undo the magic of the curse. Martin, James' youngest son, would not be changed into a goblin. Unfortunately, the mage could not undo the changes that had already happened. He explained to James, "The magic is gone. They are what they are. Know that the language of the curse was, 'Your sons shall be goblins and your daughters shall be whores."
James, Jr. took over the farm and was starting his family, a goblin family, on the farm. Terin was a cleric of Mos and joined an adventuring group, which accepted the hobgobin. Last heard that Terin is still off adventuring in the wild lands of the world. Becca Lynn owns an inn, The Silver Claw Inn, located in the capital city of Salonia. The family avoids conversations about how she paid for the inn. Martin trained as a mage with James' old adventuring friend. Sara is always getting into trouble. Core still protects his family, when he can.
After talking with the clerics of the temple, Core decided to leave the area. He felt anger towards his father because of the curse. It wasn't rational. Knowing that it wasn't rational doesn't always help calm someone down. The priests and paladins taught Core how to pray and meditate, which would relax and calm him down. Going home to his parent would only created the need to pray and meditate more.
He found travel to be something to enjoy. He would rarely ponder about why he was a bugbear as he traveled down the road. His thoughts were mostly upon threats that might be jumping out. With the recent human and orc war, there were many travels that needed help to travel from one area of Salonia to another.
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). These traits are interesting considering Legend's past however it's the freedom she has from being liberated from her past that allows her to enjoy the new people around her and the world she now lives in. Legend also has a strong taste for the drink. She drinks on almost every chance she has in an attempt to forget who she was and where she came from. While meeting new people and enjoying her new life is important Legend has one real goal in her mind. This goal is for Tieflings can have something to live for. In her old life she never heard anything good about her race, no grand stories of great Tiefling heroes, just their flaws and defects. However if she just stands around and waits for these grand stories to happen she'll die of old age so, she's off to make these stories herself.
