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04-26-2012, 01:09 PM
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Jade Regent AP
This application thread is closed! Thanks for all the applications, everyone! [/secret=ronarscorruption][/spoilerbutton=my thoughts so far]
[/spoilerbutton][/secret] Last edited by RonarsCorruption; 05-09-2012 at 08:58 AM. |
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04-26-2012, 02:22 PM
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 Cashile Kaijitsu Race: Tiefling Class: Wizard (Conjuration) Background: Cashile crossed the bridge into Sandpoint, and there it was. The Rusty Dragon. He could already taste the spiced fish stew and his mouth watered in anticipation. If nothing else, his sister was a wizard in the kitchen. Raucous voices filled with laughter and song grew as he neared the establishment. The sweet smell of roasting meats, boiling vegetables and baking breads sent his stomach into protest about the slow saunter of his steps. The dragon, he noticed, still sat atop the inn; as rusty as ever. The wizard remembered fondly his time spent at the inn, listening to tales of treasure and adventure, of Chelishite devils, monsters that roamed the dark forests and of the City at the Center of the World; Absalom. The travelers would tell tales so magnificent and wondrous that Cashile could scarce believe that he lived in that world. The most he'd ever seen of monsters was a rabble of goblins; nothing to sing songs about. He wanted to see this world he had heard in so many songs. He wanted to see the beasts he'd heard in so many tales. There was a vast world beyond waters and bridges of Sandpoint and he wanted to be a part of it. But Ameiko would have none of that. Often she would remind him of the scars many of the travelers bore. Mangled hands, a missing eye, a pronounced limp. Not to mention the scoundrels and cut-throats that would just as soon kill a man and take his boots. No, his time in Sandpoint had been no adventure. Cashile's mother was a servant at that Glassworks Factory owned by Ameiko's family. She had been there for two months when it was revealed that she was pregnant. No one knew who the father was and she would not say. He was born in the sweltering heat of the factory during midday. The morning after his birth, his mother was gone. Whispers were that it was Cashile's appearance that drove her away. A tiefling birth was not looked upon with delight. But, a life in the orphanage was not to be his fate. For reasons that have never been explained to him, the Kaijitsu's took him in and raised him. They had given him their name, but had never called him anything other than Cashile. He'd known early on that Ameiko was not his sister by blood; none the less, she called him brother and he loved her for that. He came to a stop and in front of him loomed the inn. His stomach began another round of protests; in earnest this time. As he approached the door he could see a sign posted in the window. "Help Wanted," it read. A smile crossed his face as he remembered that there was always a "Help Wanted" sign in the window. He looked through the window. The inn was crowded, as he'd expected. Some of the faces inside he knew, but the majority, he didn't. There was one face staring back at him that caused him to draw back. Cashile almost didn't recognize his own reflection. No longer was he little boy craving the life of quest and treasure. Now, he was a wizard. Newly graduated from the Academy and ready to put into practice all that he'd learned of the arcane arts. Cashile the conjurer shouldered his pack and reached for the door and he wondered what adventures awaited him inside. Campaign Traits: Younger Sibling (Ameiko)/Rich Parents Last edited by Kurokuwashu; 05-04-2012 at 08:37 AM. |
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04-26-2012, 03:03 PM
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Incredibly interested. This will be my first crack at PF but I have read through all of the PRD stuff already and there are so many fun options to choose from. I have been looking for this game for a while. I will put up an app shortly!
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04-26-2012, 04:41 PM
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Will the Tiefling race be allowed?
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04-26-2012, 05:46 PM
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 Taline GolinodelRace: Half-Elf Class: Druid - Packlord Appearance: Long blond hair that is usually french braided to keep it out of the way during her hunts and forest forays. She tends to wear leather armor most of the time, not for protection from attack (she is largely untried in combat) but simply because of its protective ability against brambles and thorns. Her ears are pointed slightly more than average for a half-elf, but still stunted compared to a full elf, and her eyes are a gorgeous emerald green with a slightly slitted iris. Her skin refuses to tan, much to her weathered human fathers disgust, and she has the thin frame of her elven mother. Her Lion companion, Gaas, has golden fur and a decent sized mane. Though still an adalescent he is growing fast, and it has been a long time since any dog could give it grief. She has it well trained, though to her it is more like family, and only those who annoy it a great deal (or try to harm her) ever see his truly frightening side... Background: Taline's parents were not in love, not really. Her father was a druid who worked as a ranger for the woods around the town, his primary duties to stop poaching and deal with any goblin infestations and the like before they grew out of control. During one of his missions in the woods he encountered an elf naked in a lake, her long hair splayed over the water like a stream of gold bubbling from the water. He approached, and they made love under the moonlight. It was bliss, he would later tell her, and it was his greatest sorrow when he awoke the next morning and she was gone like a dream and all he had left of her was memories. Nine months later when he arrived home from a long patrol her father found her in a basket woven of reeds on his doorstep. There was a note in a flowing elven hand explaining that she could not keep a half-elven child, it could never find a place in elven society and she hoped that she would find a better home among the humans. There was a small pouch of gold as well 'to pay for expenses', but that he did not accept. He put it all into the grove funds, not wanting to take 'payment' for his child, the otherwise childless man considering her enough of a reward in herself. Raising a girl child was hard for a born bachelor, but he managed; when she was young he left her with other families while on extended missions but always spent all his time with her when she was back. Though he knew nothing of raising children he did his best, teaching her what he knew of Druid-craft and finding her an apt and willing student. When she could run he started taking her with him and teaching her woodcraft and weaponry and the way of the Druid. It was during one of these missions, while she was still a teenager, that she first met the most beautiful woman on the planet. She had been hunting a wild lion who had gored a villager recently and she had tracked it here, and was hiding in a bush waiting for it to approach close enough for her to send an arrow into its side, when she felt a touch on her shoulder. She leapt a good five feet and turned to find the gorgeous one there behind her. Her soft fingers touched her mouth to stop her crying out and her other signed for her to wait, gesturing to the side. There, in the bushes, was a small litter of kittens. Shamed that she hadn't realised this was a mother with children, and that the villager must have stumbled across the nest and enraged the animal, she backed away. Even more mortifying than her lack of comprehension of the situation was that the one who had seen her blunder was this gorgeous being... As they were leaving Taline noticed a tiny little lion cub, near dead and in a bush nearby. It was obvious that it had been abandoned as too weak. She claimed the little thing, deciding to care for it for her near mistake and as a way to remember this day she met Shalelu. Taline went with her the rest of that day when she promised to teach her and enjoy a hunt with her. Though they had never even met before the half-elf believed they were in sync, though obviously the older woman was far more skilled than she due to experience she somehow managed to at least not embarrass herself again. After returning to the village with a fine harvest of fur and meat the elf vanished without so much as a goodbye. From then on Taline would occasionally slip away to stalk the older woman through the woods, a task at first impossible. She was almost always caught before she spotted the woman, the elf simply too skilled, but she didn't seem to mind the game. When she was caught she would share some words with her, tell her about what she had learned of woodcraft and magic, they would hunt together for the rest of the day as a reward for her improving attempts. She realised it was love fairly early on but had no courage to approach the woman. Whatever would she think? She was a child to her, a mere infant of twenty years. But stil, to be near her is enough... She would follow her anywhere... When she heard that her beloved would be leaving the village, joining a caravan as an adventurer again she immediatly signed up as well. Though her love is unlikely to ever be consummated, she can at least stay with her. To be away from her forever would be a terrible thing... She gathered her gear, and her much larger lion (who was now feet tall and required a great deal of feeding) and headed out toward adventure. Campaign Trait: Childhood crush on Shalelu. Last edited by Moridain; 05-01-2012 at 04:09 AM. |
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04-26-2012, 06:01 PM
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*you see a sign here, labeled PLACEHOLDER. Below that, in small letters, is a scrawled Gary was here. Ash is a loser.*
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04-26-2012, 06:10 PM
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I guess I'd better put something up here as well - been cogitating about this concept for several hours now. I was thinking of Summoner with the Synthesist archetype, although there are some glaring limitations associated with that path that I'm not sure how I would overcome. So for now, I'll just say that I'm looking at "some kind of melee focus" - the assumption being that, if I stick with Synthesist, I'd be using my eidolon to wade into battle.
__________________EDIT: Starting a new post for the Application itself. Last edited by Aosaw; 04-30-2012 at 12:05 PM. |
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04-26-2012, 06:11 PM
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Ahhh!! All these folks with not to mention the newly appointed site overlordthousands of posts applying! Color me intimidated.
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Name: Theodegis of Blacktalon
