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Old Feb 7th, 2021, 07:53 AM
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Name: Francis Eduard Brioche

Race: Human

Class: Crossblooded Sorcerer Rakshasa / Psychic

Governmental Role: Internal Affairs Secretary / Secretary of Magic / Foriegn Secretary

Description: A short thin middle-aged man with a pointed beard and waxed moustaches, dressed in fine black wool breeches and gown and beret. Speaks in a sonorous baritone like Basil Rathbone.

Character Overview: Brioche is a mentalist sorcerer, an empath, and a psychic caster who can cast silently and without gestures. He has used (abused?) his powers for the Revolution, and now will continue to serve as a subtle underhanded dagger under the cloak of conformity. He is the spy, the diplomat engaged in espionage, the undercover power in the shadows.

Personality: While appearing to be a prickly, ill-tempered fop, Brioche is actually devious and of balanced judgment. He is a Lawful Neutral utilitarian, deadly where that serves, merciful where that works too.

Backstory: Brioche is a low-born merchant who climbed his way into the ranks of the wealthy by merit. He started by trading in Vagaryan malmsey, and expanded into guaranteeing delivery of shipments by a certain date, a primitive form of shipping insurance. This ties up most of his capital for the immediate future but promises rich rewards ahead.

Brioche is a member of a secret society associated with the Temples of Abadar, the Brotherhood of Enlightenment. This is an egalitarian movement to limit the civic power of the nobility and the clergy, while providing assistance for the very needy and helpless. Many low-born merchants of Penrith are at least casual members. Brioche takes it more seriously, being a Seventh Degree Initiate, but is not an officer of the Lodge and does not control the finances or intrigues of the organization. The Seven Degrees he has sworn to are in order, Fraternity, Equality, Charity, Piety, Fidelity, Initiative, and Obedience. He has not been offered the chance to discover the Eighth Degree yet. All the leaders of the Lodge are Tenth Degree or higher.

Brioche was given to hosting dinners with the nobility, where he read their thoughts and learned of a secret entrance to the Prince’s palace. He raised a commando team of sailors from the merchant fleet, and led them into the Palace, where they held the main gate open for the rebels.

RP Sample: The doors of their prison were kept open, a concession to the luxury of the palatial wing in which they were held. But, really, where could they go?

It was perpetually guarded, and they were unarmed, as the man who had been Marshal of Penrith pointed out. Unless they wished to pit wine bottles against swords and crossbows, it was no go.

Still, they were in the habit of obeying the man who had been Prince of Penrith, so they kept watch for a chance to escape the rebels.

It was on the third evening of their captivity that Brioche came to see them.

Brioche? You are here? You must be with the rebels!” they cried.

Yes, I am with the Rebellion and always have been,” replied Brioche. “I must confess to an abuse of hospitality. Perhaps if you will drink with me now, that can be forgiven.”

They turned to look at the man who had been Prince in Pernith. His face was mottled with rage. “I’ll sooner drown you in a butt of your own malmsey than treat with a rebel.”

Brioche stared at him for a bit, gold cup in hand. “Yes. Honest anger clear through.

What are you saying, you devil?

I can read your thoughts and emotions clearly. You are genuinely hostile but there is no deceit in you. You are not plotting the master stroke of counterrevolution. You merely wish us the worst.”

We will do you to death, you lowborn pig.”

Then you are a fool, comrade citizen.” He put the cup back on its tray and set the tray down. “Enjoy the wine, it’s the best in the House. I shall advocate for your lives now, in the most earnest way I can. Perhaps Corzuvary or Vagary will take you all in. If you’d like to write open letters to their Camarillas, I will see to it you have scribes. Do calm down, it isn’t healthy to be so angry all the time.” With a wave, he departed, deliberately turning his back on the man who had been Prince of Penrith.

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Old Feb 7th, 2021, 10:40 AM
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Just curious, During the aftermath of the French Revolution religion was outlawed and replaced by a deist state religion. Is this aspect included/How would it play out?
The situation here is different, what with the gods being provably, undeniably real. There is however significant tension between the people and the various churches, who the people see as having been complicit in the nobility's abuses. The mediating faction between the two currently are the various Paladin orders, who both the Churches and the people hold in high esteem.
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Would exotic races have issues in the setting? I'm thinking about a Suli.
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Would exotic races have issues in the setting? I'm thinking about a Suli.
Only insofar as they aren't the majority in the city. People might gawk at you, but there are many different kinds of people in the city and racism, at least open racism, is pretty difficult to find.
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Name: Esprit Brisť
Race: Human
Class: Wizard
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Governmental Role: Secretary of Defense, Economic Secretary, Secretary of Magic

Character Overview: Andrew Ryan meets Leonardo Da Vinci. A magical crafter and illusionist who cares little for petty things such as ethics or morality. The idea behind him is he'll supply the group and the city with modern and revolutionary new ways to defend and sustain itself. From constructs to necromancy to alchemy and firearms, he'll drag Penrith into the modern era while discarding outdated concepts such as petty morality. Whether the city wants it or not

Description: Finely dress but not ostentatiously so, Esprit still cuts a rather handsome figure. Looking past his finery, he has well calloused hands and crows feet around the eyes that speak to a hard working and stressful life. With a tinge of salt and pepper running through his hair it adds to the effect that he has aged beyond his actual years. He has a perpetual smirk on his lips but anyone who gets close sees that the smirk never reaches his eyes, it just stops at the ends of his mouth while his eyes and face remain cold

Personality: There's something wrong with Espirt. He gives off an aura of subtle madness and an unhinged mind. He's a pleasant enough person, cracks jokes, is a bit shy at times and tends to have bouts of melodrama as befits all great artists. But talk to him long enough and you start to see the tinge of something inside him. He's too eager to discuss his ideas regarding on golems, he gets too excited by the idea of testing a brand new invention on his latest assistant and he is far too comfortable with his ideas on "modern" necromancy. But get past that veneer of barely constrained madness and Espirt is simply an artist trying to give back to the world and rise above it

Backstory: Espirt was born to born farmers on the outskirts of what Penrith controls. They worked the land all their lives, like their fore-bearers. It was hard work but honest with all the trappings of home and comfort, if it was all bought at the lowest price. Espirt spent most of his early childhood on this farm, helping his parents bring in the harvest and eventually replant a new crop. It was what one would call a normal childhood right up until his tenth birthday.

It was a bad year to begin with. The harvest was weak, the animals were dying and there was a drought raging through the land. Espirt's parent were barely holding on the the farm as is, but at the peak of summer a fire broke out on the farm and ravaged the area. The farm was already a mess, the fire was the death knell. His parents, already distraught and under pressure to keep the farm afloat and now destitute, disappeared from his life. Some they they abandoned their child and skipped town, others say they killed themselves out of shame. Regardless Espirt was left alone as a ten year old child to fend for himself. The experience broke him.

As an adult, Espirt can't recall the next period of his life that well. It was several years of homelessness, hunger and desperation that he's tried to repress as best he could. Finding scraps where he could and when he discovered magic, desperate begging with banal tricks to try and earn enough to purchase leftovers from local eateries, anything he could find to survive. Each day before he went to bed he swore to all the gods that would listen that he would make name for himself and raise above the misery that inflicted life. As a teenager fate finally threw him a bone and he found work at a library within Penrith as a servant. He fetched and carried books for nobles and acted as a research assistant. Espirt took to books with a passion, he used is unfettered access to the library to learn all he could. From Engineering to alchemy to history and the arts, he absorbed everything. He began to formulate and truly think on whats wrong in the city. While he helped the nobles, he talked with them seeking to make friends but also learning about the city and how it functions.

Just after his twenty first birthday, fate once again smiled upon Espirt. While drawing some designs he had for a new type of watchdog for the library, a patron happened across him and noticed his work. Enamored that someone as young as Espirt had taken to the arts, the patron immediately brought Espirt on has their personal artist. He was commissioned to create great works of art and sculptures of his patron. Overtime Espirt gain some renown in his works, he thought the time was right and that he could start to change the city for the better. He was woefully wrong

Through his patron he organised a meeting with some wealthy backers and some minor military officials to present his plan. His plan was simple, automation. The city was a bloated mess, they needed a stable and controllable workforce. He proposed two simple and effective solutions, golem's and necromancy. It made perfect sense, the undead was a underused resource of man power and they could for effectively for free. While he had only begun to explore the benefits of them, more powerful mages could do alot more. The second solution was golems, mechanical constructs designed for every purpose. Need some artillery? Craft your ballista into an animated construct. Construction? Animated Crane! Transport? Customized carts! It made perfect sense to Espirt, he figured the military would be quite impressed by his ideas for using the undead as effective motors for warmachines, they require no food or sleep so they'll be able to power a wheel almost an indeterminate amount of time. Their laughter and sheer ingratitude of his ideas cut him to the bone and drove a wedge into his already pretty broken mind. This flat out rejection mixed with the trauma of his childhood and then coupled with his grandiose delusions burnt resentment into his heart. The nobles and rich elite of this city had become decadent and soft, it was clear that a revolution was required and Espirt would arm them. By all the gods, he would ensure they toppled these decadent monsters!

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"First Rank, Fire! Second Rank, make ready!" Esprit boomed above the sounds of musket fire as muskets fired simultaneously. "First Rank, make ready! Second Rank, Fire" Esprit continued. Another volley of fire laid into the building. It had taken a month for Espirt to create the undead and arm them appropriately, having to scavenge the black oynx gems and black powder in secret and finding fellow arcane practitioners to help corral and control the undead, but his efforts were worth it. His two ranks of undead musket men didn't waiver or flinch in the face of return fire, and while the individual undead weren't accurate amass enough of them and it didn't matter. The amount of shots firing meant that quantity was a quality of its own. But even with this force of power, they were not the only trick in his arsenal.

"Release the hounds!" Esprit commanded as his assistants released a half dozen undead hounds with alchemist fire tied around their necks. The hounds and fire had been an easier matter. An alchemist Esprit commanded the hounds into the house and when they were near he and his assistants opened fire and the hounds and the surrounding area were showered with fire. "Homunculi!" Esprit yelled and pointed at the rooftops where some of the defenders were trying to mount some kind of return fire. At his command four flying creatures resembling a cross between a basset hound and a mosquito rose from the ranks and began strafing runs of acid against the rooftop fighters. The screams of the defenders as they realized their folly please Esprit. "It should be much now, the defenders can't hold for much longer. Time to deploy the Titan!"

Espirt raised his person standard, a black banner with a white musket and undead arm crossed over a yellow sun, and yelled "Onward! Bring forth the Titan!" The Titan was Espirt's masterpiece. A war wagon powered by four skeletal bears on enlarged wheels that drive the machine forward, and atop the wagon an animated battering ram made of stone and steel. Not as large as a proper siege engine but more than enough for the job at hand. The battering ram will open the way forward and allow the bears to secure the opening for his troops to pour in. His chest swelled with pride.

"Come men! Come Legion! Let us show these dogs what they are made off! For too long they have scorned us and belittle our ideas and values. These nobles are nothing of the sort. You! You all are the noble ones, the true heroes of this land. Come forth and let us claim our glory and our city back from these dogs!" Espirt chanted as he led his hoard of undead into the breach and as the hoard silently shuffled behind him, Espirt began to hear in his mind the people singing for freedom and the future

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Application for Brioche is complete.

in deference to a paladin, he is Lawful Neutral and a worshipper of Abadar. I bet the priests of Abadar are sweating their coziness with the nobles, cause I don't think they have many paladins of Abadar to impress people with...

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Couldn't help it, found this prompt too engaging. Been a while since I've played Pathfinder, but I'm dusting off an old character for this one and I think she'll fit.

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Name: Ayse Temer

Race: Human

Class: Ecclesitheurge Cleric of Sarenrae

Governmental Role: Secretary of Defense, Secretary of Magic, Foreign Secretary, Economic Secretary

Description: If her russet skin and raven feather hair wasn't a give away, the red long coat she wears marks her as a child of Xephanes. There, with its scaled pattern and gold highlights, she'd be recognized as one of Sarenrae's Order of the Salamander, doctors who use magic and medicine in equal measure. That she downplays this accomplishment by wearing it over a simple white smock can't be overstated, nor the fact that she kept the coat despite its impracticality during the Revolution.

Character Overview: Despite being an inexperienced politician, Ayse has been tasked with balancing the needs of the city's various factions and groups while dealing with the personal loss she suffered during the revolution. For this consummate physician the real challenge lays in doing both the right and smart thing. Can she navigate these new and treacherous waters while healing a city and herself?

Mechanically speaking, Ayse's access to the fire domain's spells, and the ability to prepare them in her usual spell slots, turns her into a capable blaster on top of her abilities as a healer and buffer. On the other hand, her access to the medicine domain and various skill unlocks allow her to supercharge her mundane healing for some impressive results. Beyond that her customizable second domain spells and divine bond give her a degree of flexibility reflected in the spare skill ranks she can muster, meaning that her role in the city and the party can be somewhat negotiable.

Personality:Ayse is is ultimately a simple person. She loves bawdy shows, grabbing a bite from a street vendor, and watching races whenever she can. It's these tiny pleasures, in her opinion, that make life actually worth living. Though the horrors of the Revolution, both public and private, have cast a shadow on her life, they haven't broken her yet. For this reason she's willing to join the Comittee. Not some grand vision of the future, but to ensure that the people have the opportunity to embrace those joys for themselves.

Backstory:Ayse had never heard of Penrith before. Or, perhaps that wasn't quite accurate. She had probably heard of it during her instruction at the temple, but its name and description never left an impression. Some far off place a world away meant nothing to a child that hadn't even been past the walls of Guad or traversed the restless hills of Xephanes. It wasn't until her sister Yaalisai was dragged aboard one of their vessels that she cared to learn.

Across the waters of Hedring and though Corzuvary she followed until she met it, in person for the first time, Penrith. Really it was only natural that she got swept up in the cause of the Revolution. Her inquiries and probes fell on deaf ears among the nobles and clergy. Even members of Sarenrae's fold found little patience for her. The rebels though... They needed healers like her and were willing to at least pay lip service to her search.

She established herself as a capable physician and took in everyone and anyone who needed her services. When the nobles came with their soldiers she smote them with fire and tended to the survivors. Though her search ended in tragedy, the city remembered her and made her and easy pick for Sarentil's assembly.

 
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Added to Brioche's background. He is something like a Freemason, belonging to a Lawful Neutral religious capitalist egalitarian society that seeks to curtail the privileges of the nobles and clergy. He is a 7th Degree member in an outfit run by members of 10th degree and higher.

What that would mean for him I leave to the GM. EDIT I can see that is cryptic. I had a proposal to make about starting cash but dropped it. I mean the GM would determine what demands if any come down from the higher-ups in the Brotherhood, and up to the GM whether he advances to 8th Degree.

Have completed my character sheet. For my magic item worth 4k, I have chosen a +2 Cloak of Resistance. I have purchased a mithral chakram 500, cold iron rapier 40, sap 2, +1 Ring of Protection 2000 and a Hat of Disguise for 1800. I also got a courtiers outfit, jewelry and cologne.

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Name: Alexandre Gaspard, aka “The Fist of the Revolution”
Race: Human
Class: Vigilante
Governmental Role: Economic Secretary, Internal Affairs Secretary, Foreign Secretary, Secretary of Defense

Description: Alexandre is fairly average-looking, one who would not stand out in a crowd. He stands slightly above average height, with shoulder-length blonde hair usually pulled back in a short ponytail. Since the revolution, he eschews the flashy garments of his noble days in favor of simpler, less ostentatious clothing, often with wide, loose sleeves to obscure his honed muscles. When in his other identity as The Fist of the Revolution, he dons a hood and skull mask to hide his face. His armor is augmented by a pair of fearsome looking steel gauntlets, which also serve as his primary weapons.

Character Overview: Alexandre has made himself into a bit of a paradox; a nobleman who has also become, to many, a symbol of the revolution. He is trying to figure out what his role is as a former noble in a post-revolution government where many distrust him, while also trying to keep the legend of “The Fist” alive as an inspiration to the people. From a practical standpoint, he will primarily be a melee striker and party face, with some possible specialization in combat maneuvers later on.

Personality: While he is well-versed in courtly graces, Alexandre can be somewhat timid and shy when it comes to speaking his mind. Growing up under the rule of his repressive father made him hesitant about open defiance. Now, post-revolution, he is fully aware of how much of the populace feel about him as a former noble, and gauges his words accordingly. Not wishing to be seen as domineering or elitist, he will often defer to others when a disagreement occurs. Once he puts on the mask, however, his demeanor changes considerably. The Fist is less refined than Alexandre, but also more confident. Protected by the anonymity the persona provides, Alex feels more able to speak his mind, whatever people may think. In either identity, he strives to be selfless and charitable, knowing that the greed of the noble class is what led to the downfall of the old government.

Backstory: Although born a noble, Alexandre Gaspard always had a heart for the people; a trait instilled in him by his late mother, and one his father always did his very best to stamp out. He helped in what small ways he could, assisting charitable causes and simply paying workers a fair wage, but his efforts were limited. As much as he benefited from his noble station, he was also restricted by it, and by his family. If he did too much, his father would likely intervene and prevent him from doing anything at all.

When the general discontent of the people began to bubble over into outright revolution, Alex knew he had to get involved. The question was how. He could certainly fight if it came to that; basic martial training was normal for noble boys, and he had practiced the sport of pugilism for years. The problem was, no one involved in the revolution would ever accept his help, and he certainly couldn’t blame them for it. Even the suggestion that you were a revolutionary to anyone of noble birth was usually a good way to be imprisoned or even executed. If he was going to help, it would have to be in secret.

Taking the utmost caution lest he be discovered, he procured a mask and armor, as well as a pair of heavy gauntlets to give his punches real stopping power. Rather than trying to connect with any of the revolutionary groups which were forming around the city, he merely kept his eyes and ears open. When there was a clash between the rebels and the guards, he would appear, assisting the revolution in what ways he could, and when the fight was over, he vanished just as quickly. Although it wasn’t his intention, he soon began to be viewed as a symbol by some of the commoners, who took to calling the mysterious figure “The Fist of the Revolution”.

Using intermediaries to spread rumors, Alex let it “slip” that the Fist was being funded by a noble that supported the revolution; selfless as he was, he had no interest in being killed or imprisoned, and he knew that when the time came, a connection to the masked brawler may be the only thing saving him from the people’s rage. By the time the revolution finally succeeded, it was something of an open secret among the people that Alexandre Gaspard was the one supplying the Fist with his gear, which, he supposed, was technically true. Many, of course, still did not fully trust him, some even openly hated him, and so he was, as yet, not willing to publicly announce his true dual identity, unsure of the reaction it would get. Would the knowledge improve the reputation of Alexandre Gaspard, or would it merely destroy the goodwill garnered by the First of the Revolution?

His connection to the Fist, along with the fact that he publicly and of his own free will renounced all his noble titles in the final days of the revolution, was indeed enough to keep him out of prison as he had hoped. The same could not be said for his father, who even now sits in a lonely cell somewhere. Alex has not yet visited him. He was genuinely surprised when the people’s government offered him a seat on the new committee; it certainly was not a universally popular move. The simple fact of it was they desired someone experienced in managing governmental affairs, and a sympathetic former noble was the best they could find. He took the position with humility, hoping to serve the people in whatever way he could.



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Jean-Baptiste Gaspard was an imposing figure, even when hunched over a desk writing. Or perhaps he only appeared that way to Alexandre; the young man never relished dealing with his imperious father, even at the bets of times, and this was far from the best of times. Taking a deep breath to gather his confidence, he stepped into the study and approached the desk. The older man was so absorbed in his writing that he didn't even notice his son until he dropped a sealed letter on top of the other papers. "What- Alexandre?" he said, his tone shifting quickly form surprised to irritated, "What is this?"

"It's a declaration, father," Alex replied, "I think you'll find it's all all in order, very official and all that. I'll spare you the time reading it; it says that effective immediately, I am renouncing any and all titles of nobility, as well as any claim to my inheritance. It's already been posted in the city square, and delivered to the relevant authorities... those of them that are left, anyway."

Jean-Baptiste's reaction was instant, his previously divided attention now focused entirely on his son. He tore open the letter and quickly scanned it to verify it truly said what Alex had claimed, before crumpling the paper and tossing it aside in anger. "I always knew you were a fool, boy, but this is... I don't even know! You would throw away everything, your divine rights and authority, and for what? To placate a mob of unruly peasants?"

Alex shook his head. This was no more than what he had expected. "Authority is not a right, father. It's a responsibility, as I've tried to explain to you many times. And it's a responsibility that we have wholly failed to live up to. I do truly wish you could understand that." As he spoke, Alexandre removed his signet ring and set it in front of his father, who by this point appeared to be either too stunned or too angry to speak. That was just as well, Alex had nothing left to say. His business done, he turned and left the study, and then hurried out of the manor- a house that was no longer his home, he reflected. There was no time to dwell on that, however. He had somewhere to be.

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Alex watched, almost not believing, as the mob moved down the street. No, not mob, he corrected himself. This was an army, an army of the people. And they were headed towards the prince's palace. It was finally happening. The end of the prince, and his corrupt nobility, was nearly at hand. Alex pulled his hood up and checked the straps on his gauntlets before exiting the alley to join them. There was no way he was going to miss this.

He could hear the calls as he took his place alongside the revolutionaries; scattered cries of "It's the Fist of the Revolution!" welcoming him to the coming fight. He nodded but, as usual, said nothing. As it was, marching with the people was a strange feeling for the Fist; usually he arrived for the fight and left right after. This was hardly a normal skirmish, though, and he was going to be there for the whole thing.

As they moved nearer to the palace, their way was blocked by a contingent of soldiers. It was a shame, really. Most of those men were not nobles, but ordinary commoners, just like the revolutionary soldiers. They shouldn't die defending men and women who cared so little for them. Pulling ahead of the others, the Fist strode boldly to the troops' sergeant, holding to the hope that this could be resolved without undue bloodshed.

"Listen, friend," he said, "You do have a choice here. You can join with us, and fight for your own freedoms instead of the wealth and power of those who care no more for your life than they do for an animal. Or you can remain where you are, continue as a slave, and put your sword against those it is your sacred duty to protect. What do you say?"

The man smiled, a grin filled with the smugness of a man who was utterly convinced he was on the winning side. "I say you are under arrest, rebel."

The Fist shook his head, disappointed. "Wrong answer," he said, just before planting his gauntlet firmly in the sergeant's smug face. The solder crumpled to the ground, unconscious at the least. While the soldiers stood stunned, he turned to the waiting crowd. "WE FIGHT!" he shouted, and was met with an echo of cheers as the revolutionaries surged forward.

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How far will the game run? 20th level?

GM guide says average Wealth By Level is 10500 gold. You have us start with 5k plus one item worth 4k at most. Could you explain why you chose to limit our starting wealth? Not complaining, I'm curious to know.
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Fascinating concept for a game! If anyone's wondering, the scene I've presented in my RP sample draws inspiration (and a couple verses of song) from this scene in Les Misťrables.

Henri Labarre
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Name: Henri Labarre
Race: Suli
Class: Bard (Arcane Duelist)
Governmental Role: Captain of the Guard, Defense Secretary, Foreign Secretary

Description: At first glance, Henri Labarre could almost be mistaken for human, but on closer examination his bronze skin and startlingly colorful eyes mark him as something else. His Suli heritage has also given him a tall, muscular build and generally attractive features.

When needed, he wears a hooded cloak drawn tight to obscure his identity, although since the revolution he prefers to show himself proudly. Otherwise his clothing is usually simple and functional, the only ostentation being various symbols of the revolution and the new Penrith.

Character Overview: Charismatic and inspiring, Henri was a key figure in rallying the people to the revolutionary cause and spurring them on to victory, while fighting along their side. In terms of mechanics, heíll provide various party buffs and support as well as fight in melee.


Personality: If you were to describe Henri in one word, it would be ďintenseĒ. His fatherís treatment by the Prince and army heíd loyally served left his son with a burning anger and desire to see their injustice undone. Perhaps in part because of his otherworldly bloodline, Henri has a remarkable ability to inspire courage in those around him and spur them on to bold action. The difficult circumstances of his upbringing left him with a certain disdain for the rich and privileged, but when push comes to shove heís willing to work with just about anyone who stands for the cause of freedom.

Backstory: Henriís father, Jean-Luc Labarre, was a soldier in the Royal Army. As a young man, he was conscripted and sent to a war in a distant land. While encamped there, he met a strange, beautiful creature called a genie, and the two became intimate. To the surprise of both, she bore a child. She told Jean-Luc the child would be neither human nor genie, but a being known as a Suli, something that was both and neither at the same time. She was,however, capricious by nature; sheíd only taken up with Jean-Luc as an amusing diversion, and she certainly had no interest in being a parent. When she gave birth to a son, she left him with his father and vanished. Jean-Luc named his son Henri and, with the help of a sympathetic officer, was able to bring him back home to Penrith.

Upon arriving home, Jean-Luc managed to arrange a posting to an army training camp near the city, teaching young recruits the arts of war. The salary was far from rich, but enough to support him and his son. Jean-Luc raised the child as best he could, but it wasnít easy. The boy seemed moved by magic he couldnít understand, much less teach him about.

When Henri was a young man, his father was injured in a training accident and no longer able to do his job. To Jean-Lucís dismay, the army and crown that heíd faithfully served his entire life abandoned him, leaving him unemployed and unable to work. Henri took a job in a factory, but the pay was hardly sufficient to support them both long term. At the factory, he met several radicals that were talking about changing things, and Henri realized they were talking about revolution. He became enthralled, bitter at the treatment his father had received and beginning to see Penrith for the unjust society that it was.

Soon, Henri was part of the resistance himself. At the time, their efforts were mainly small scale acts of resistance and sabotage, more about creating a nuisance than anything. Henri, though, pushed for more, encouraged them to take bolder and bolder acts. He traveled throughout the city, meeting with various cells and groups of discontented people to encourage them to fight for freedom. Unfortunately, Suli werenít exactly a common sight, and as his reputation grew the authorities identified him and came to the home he and his father shared to arrest him. In desperation, Henri took up his fatherís old sword from his army days and managed to fight the guards off, but more would surely be coming. The pair quickly gathered what little of their possessions they could and went into hiding, aided by the resistance. Now angrier than ever, Henri vowed that he would see the Prince brought down and a new, just government put in place.

RP Sample"This gathering is unlawful! Return to your homes. Anyone who remains will be subject to arrest." The guard captainís words rang out down the streets. An angry mob, incensed at the latest series of abuses, had gathered in front of a local barracks, but reinforcements had quickly arrived and ringed the post in steel.

"No! Not this time!" From the midst of the crowd strode Henri Lebarre. If his sword and shield didnít mark him as unique among the crowd, his bronze Suli skin surely would. He paid it no mind, though, and brazenly stood before the captain and his men.

A cocky grin broke on the officerís face. "Well, if it isnít Labarre, the rabble rouser! Kind of you to come to our barracks directly! Drop the sword and surrender. Itís over."

"You just donít understand it, do you?" Henri was speaking to the guard captain, but his voice carried so that everyone present would hear. "This is over, but not in the way you think. Your time is over! Your masters, their time is over! We wonít submit anymore, wonít cower before you anymore! We donít fear you anymore!" The crowd behind him roared, and Henri was emboldened even more. "Listen! Listen to them! Do they sound fearful?"

The crowd grew even louder as the guards began to close ranks, realizing that they were outnumbered and in serious danger. Absurd as it seemed, Henri felt a song rising within him, linked to the ancient magic that infused his soul.

"Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men? It is the music of the people who will not be slaves again!" He began to bang his sword against his shield, creating a glorious sound that echoed in the streets. "When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!"

He turned to face the crowd, arms spread wide. "Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me? Beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see? Then join in the fight that will give you the right to be free!" Inspired by the power in Henriís words, the gathered throng surged forward.Some had real weapons, many more simply had whatever was at hand, but it didnít matter. Their collective will would not be denied.

Henri turned back and held his sword above his head. Drawing on ancient suli magic, he conjured flames that wreathed the blade and made it like a torch leading the way. He locked his gaze on the now terrified captain and spoke in a low, cool voice. "Itís over."
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Old Feb 14th, 2021, 05:21 PM
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loving the applications so far guys!

@TheYell I anticipate between level 10-12, though we'll see what shenanigans' you lot can get up to As for the starting money, its an abstraction. the stuff you have is what you've managed to cobble together during the frantic days of the revolution. You have a little less than your typical well prepared adventurer at the start, but your wealth has the potential to far outstrip theirs, especially if you're the type to dip into the state treasury when no one is looking...
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That makes total sense!
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Old Feb 15th, 2021, 06:54 PM
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Okay, I believe Esprit is actually done now
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