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Jan 16th, 2016, 01:17 PM
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Jan 16th, 2016, 07:50 PM
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Okay this is my first real 5e attempt at a character, hope it fits;
Name: Olfin Korgak Race: Half-Orc Class: Barbarian – Totem warrior (bear)/unarmoured defense style Age: 22 Appearance/Personality: Olfin is tall among most races, at 6’7” and his muscular frame in covered in the distinct gray/pale green hide of a half-orc. Olfin has thick, jet black hair that reaches his shoulders, tied up with an animal bone. His square jaw is thick and wide, painted black in the tradition of his clan, with two small tusks protruding out of his lower jaw over his lip. Olfin has brown eyes that are hidden slightly under his sloping brow. He is thickset about the waist and has particularly broad shoulders and long arms. Traits: His favor, once lost, is lost forever. If you do Olfin an injury he will crush you, ruin your name and salt your fields. Bond: Despite the fact Olfin hates the evil nature of Orcs, his clan is important to him as they are his family and he does much to honour them. There are few things more important than family. Ideal: Independence; Olfin hates the evil nature his orc blood fills him with and believes he must be apart from his clan to fight the evil urges. Flaw: Olfin is ashamed of the natural urges his orc blood sometimes drives him to feel and his belief that he should fight this natural urge has brought shame on his orc clan. Background: Olfin Korgak was born to a human slave among the Blackjaw clan of Orcs, third son of Golgrim, the Clan Chieftan. Being mixed race among the clan Olfin was often abused by members of the clan, beaten for his small stature and size compared to others of the clan. However, this was not uncommon for the young within the Blackjaw clan and quite often, Olfin earned praise from clan elders by fighting back and though he rarely won, his determination was noted. As a son of Golgrim, Olfin was often educated and trained by elders and wise ones of the clan, as well as the most skilled and proven warriors. He was taught alongside his two elder brothers as well as the other young ones of the clan, almost all of whom were full blooded orcs. Olfin managed to show his aptitude for warfare during this time, his smaller build compared to the other clan young allowing him to outmanoeuvre them and often he would succumb to a rage, much like Golgrim’s, and the fury of the orc blood within would escape in a brutal assault. However, even though he proved to be a true son of Golgrim, Olfin’s human heritage was apparent. He often fought the rage within, and even though he never saw his human mother he often showed human tendencies, such as a more tempered attitude compared to the rest of the clan. Shortly before he reached manhood, Olfin’s brother, Gurjag, slew their father and took command of the Blackjaw clan. His brother, less tolerant than their father exiled Olfrin, his human blood an offense to the Immortals the Blackjaws worship. It was Olfin’s constant fight against the bloodlust of his race that forced Gurjag’s hand, the shame of a brother that fought the orc blood too much to bear. Olfrin was forced to wander the country, an outcast from his clan and a loner by choice. He found the other clans in the area hostile to a former member of the Blackjaw and found other races more often than not, distrustful of those with orc blood. As such Olfin made every effort to remain apart from society when possible, however sometimes was forced to journey into more civilised lands. It was during one such foray into the town of Veseya that Olfin was caught up in the siege. Forced to fight against raiders, Olfin found himself battling goblin’s and other fiends. Battling without armour, armed with axe and shield Olfin fought back several foes. Witnesses saw his feats of strength and battle, especially unarmored, as something out of legend. In truth however, Olfin has never worn armour and it was the orc blood rage that allowed him to shrug of minor wounds. Although many lauded Olfin with praise, something of a rarity for him, the event is actually a source of shame, a time when Olfin forgot himself and his control of his orc rage slipped. RP Sample: Olfin stared at the ground, panting. His arms ached with effort and he was forced to crouch down to release the tension in his muscles. Several dead goblins littered the street around him, torn apart furiously by the edge of Olfin’s battleaxe. Olfin closed his eyes, the memories fleeting. The goblins had been rushing the street and Olfin had barely begun to swing his axe before the pull of the rage started. Olfin had held onto his focus for a moment but the second a dagger cut across his chest his anger had gotten the best of him. And that was the last Olfin remembered. Now his arms stung with the weight of his shield and axe and a dozen small cuts across his body burned as he moved slightly. Eventually, Olfin stood, hoisting his axe over his shoulder, grimacing as the long wound across his back scratched and twisted. Olfin heard a soft sobbing and saw at the side of the street, cowering behind some debris a young woman, huddling a child close to her. No wonder they cower, Olfin thought, surveying the carnage he had wrought, imagining what a savage he must look, I would too if I were them. Last edited by CRblackfist; Jan 16th, 2016 at 07:51 PM.
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Jan 18th, 2016, 10:39 PM
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Posting interest, I'll have an app tomorrow hopefully.
EDIT: Withdrawn. Decided it best to not apply for too many games. Thanks anyways, Looks like you'll all have fun!
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Jan 19th, 2016, 06:19 AM
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Jan 19th, 2016, 04:02 PM
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Jan 21st, 2016, 02:46 PM
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Gender: Male Race: Lupin Class: Fighter (Eldritch Knight) Alignment: Lawful Neutral Background: Soldier Traits: I can stare down a hell hound without flinching. Ideals: Responsibility. I do what I must and obey just authority. Bonds: Those who fight beside me are those worth dying for. Flaws: My hatred of my enemies is blind and unreasoning. Appearance: Rufus has a wide head and shoulders along with a pronounced underbite. He has thick folds of skin on his brow; round, black, wide-set eyes; a short muzzle with a knot above the nose; hanging skin under the neck; drooping lips and pointed teeth. His coat is short, flat, and sleek, with colors of red, tan, and white. He is rarely found without of his armor. History: The Boldogglius family immigrated from Thyatis. They were itinerant merchants looking for new markets to exploit and decided to try their luck in the southern towns of Karameikos. Unfortunately, the Traladaran peasants ran in fear of the Lupins, who they mistakenly considered werewolves. As such, the family gave up their business and eventually settled in Penhaligon, where their race was at least tolerated. Young Rufus found employment as a guard for an eccentric old wizard named Visverax. The wizard enjoyed having the dog-man around as it often prevented the annoying peasants from bothering him. Rufus was curious about magic and so Visverax started to teach him some rudimentary spells. The mage was amazed that his bodyguard could work the spells while fully armored. Visverax had business at Castellan Keep and, of course, took Rufus with him. While on the trail, they were attacked by a band of orcs. Though his magic destroyed much of the attacking force, the old wizard was struck by an errant arrow. Rufus hacked his way through the remaining monsters, carrying his severely wounded friend on his back. He fought his way to the small town of Veseya. Personality: Though he always seems to have a sad look on his face, Rufus is actually a cheerful fellow. He has been the brunt of many dog jokes that it does not faze him anymore. Nor is he bothered by fearful stares or distrust. He is a loyal and faithful friend. But, to his enemies he is brutal and merciless. He is very meticulous and tends to worry over small details. He adds an “s” to the ends of words for no particular reason. RP Sample: Rufus and Visverax set up camped for the evening in a secluded little glen away from the main road. “I smells something foul,” Rufus said, his nose was in the air as he tried to get another hint of the odor. The wizard shook his head and rolled his eyes. His lupin companion always seemed to be smelling or hearing things out of the ordinary. “Stop worrying. I am a wizard, you know. I can take care of anything that might come wandering by.” Rufus glared at the old man. “It’s my job to watch over you. I’ll worrys if I wants.” He doused the fire and began putting their belongings in order. There was no use in leaving something behind if they had to make a run for it. Unsheathing his sword, he examined the blade for sharpness, even though the weapon was in immaculate shape. After this, he ran through an exercise of thrusts, jabs and parries as he practiced his sword strokes. This was a routine he followed every night. Meanwhile, Visverax flipped idly through the pages of his spell book. “You would be better served to practice your cantrips,” he chastised his guard. Rufus gave the man a doleful look. Surely, the wizard knew by now the order of his evening regiment. He was about to comment on the remark, when he heard a sound from the nearby woods. “Something’s out there.” He whispered. A group of creatures emerged from the trees, small, mean and armed to the teeth. “Goblins!” he breathed through his teeth. Nonplussed, the wizard waved his hand and uttered a word of power. The field before them erupted in a violent bloom of fire, leaving behind crispy lumps of cooked goblin flesh. Rufus gasped in awe. Such magic was beyond his meager ability. Then, shouts were heard and the rustling of many feet converging on their position. Rufus gave the mage his sad face. The wizard replied, “What? The rest are all yours…” ~~~~~~ After much hacking, Rufus arrived before the walls of Veseya. An injured Visverax clung on his back with his arms around his neck, hanging on for dear life. The place was crawling with goblins and orcs. Most were intent on getting through the wall and left Rufus alone. A few challenged him and regretted it. Nearby, a gate was battered down, but chocked full of dead bodies. Wth a mighty kick, Rufus was able to open a gap wide enough to slip through. He was immediately set upon by one of the city’s defenders. Fortunately, the man was poorly trained and Rufus was able to counter his attack. “Hear now, fellow. I’m on your side!” The young man stared at him fearfully. “No, you’re trying to trick me. You’re a damned orc!” The kid took another swing, which was just as easily blocked. Rufus just sighed. “Look, I’ve got my friend here. Why’d I be carrying him around if I was an orc?” “Ummm, uh, I thought he was trying to strangle you.” Just then, a real orc came crashing through the gate Rufus had just entered. The lupin warrior pushed the boy aside and engaged the beast instead. With a quick slash of his blade, Rufus beheaded the creature. He grabbed the head and shoved it into the boy’s face. “Here! This is what an orc looks like! Now tell be where the healers are. My friend is hurt.” But the boy did not reply. He was too busy wetting himself. Last edited by Huhart; Jan 22nd, 2016 at 09:16 AM.
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Jan 21st, 2016, 09:39 PM
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Deadline is January 24th at 11:59pm, US-CST.
There, that makes it official! The game has been approved, and I will spend the weekend prepping some folders and such. If you have not finished your app, please do so. All the applications look good and I will have a tough time deciding; I'd hate for someone to miss out based on an incomplete application. As explained in the opening post, my decision will be based on party fit and the quality of your RP example. It'll be a tough decision as I see things I like in each character.
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Jan 22nd, 2016, 10:38 AM
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Posting for interest, will be posting my application for a half-elven bard later today.
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Jan 22nd, 2016, 12:36 PM
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Ollin Roford
Name- Ollin Roford
Race- Half-Elf Class- Bard, College of Valor. I'll probably follow this to 20. Age- 22 Background- Ollin's tale begins with his father, the famous human bard Jon Roford. It was said his voice could sway the hearts of both men and beasts. He spent his years travelling the world, serving sometimes as cheap tavern entertainment and sometimes as an advisor to kings. Wanderlust had him firmly in his grip until he met the elven warrior-priestess Felindil. They were instantly smitten with each other and fell in love. Even Jon's silver tongue could not sway Felindil's father to give his blessing for marriage however. Jon was sent away, not yet knowing that his beloved Felindil was with child. Ollin was born without the usual elven ceremony, and was raised as an outcast among his mother's people. Only his mother's daily lessons in swordplay and a blind elder's tales of ancient elven heroes broke the monotony of a day of manual labor. Once he was of age Ollin was told of his father, the great bard Jon Roford. He was immediately struck by the need to find his father and travel the world over with the great man. Saying farewell to his mother Ollin took to the road. He traveled for a couple of years, earning his keep by serving as a guardsman to traveling merchant caravans and occasionally singing Elven ballads for coppers in a tavern. He always kept an ear out for news of his father and eventually learned that he was last known to be in the town of Veseya, on the border of civilization. Upon arriving in town he inquired about his father in the tavern. With a somber look the barmaid took him upstairs to a corner room. His father, Jon Roford, lay on his deathbed. The old bard looked at the newcomer closely for several moments. Finally, looking into the young half elf's eyes, he recognized his only son. He had the eyes of his mother. Jon painfully forced himself to sit up as a smile crept across his face. Ollin raced across the pinewood floor and embraced his father for the first time in his life. In the week that followed Ollin spent every waking moment at his father's side as time grew short. Through coughing fits and quivering lips the old man spoke of his life, half truth and half bardic tale. Ollin listened intently, hanging on every word. He asked questions of his father whenever he could, about the places he had seen and friends he had made. After only a week of knowing his son, the old bard passed away peacefully in his sleep. Even though he had served beside kings in life, he had squandered all his possessions and was nearly penniless in death. All that was left to his son was enough coins to see his father buried and an ancient, well worn Dragonchess set in a leather case. With a somber heart and empty pockets Ollin was preparing to travel back towards a more populated settlement so that he might find employment when the siege began. Ollin, in need of a good fight, decided to stay to defend the town. Roleplay Sample- Rushing around the corner of a flaming building with shield and sword drawn, Ollin slid to a halt as he quickly surveyed the scene in front of him. A small group of villagers, farm implements in hand, were fighting off a squad of goblins led by an ugly, one-eyed orc. The young half-elf steeled himself and charged forward, his voice carrying as he ran. "Be like Halav Red Hair my friends! Arrow-proof and free of fear! Fight for your land, fight for your families!" With the last word the villagers seemed to stand a better chance at holding back the oncoming beasts. One elderly man narrowly dodged a swing from the orc's greatclub that should have caved his skull. Another man angled his pitchfork at exactly the right angle to skewer a goblin, all three forks sticking out the rough leather jerkin on the goblin's back. Ollin entered the fray with a spell on his lips, a thunderwave that knocked several of the goblins back against each other and gave the villagers an opening to rush forward and press the attack. Finishing a goblin off with a downward slash of an elven longsword, Ollin rushed off to find the next group in need. Appearance- Ollin is well built for a half elf, standing 5'8" tall and weighing nearly 180 pounds. His weight is well distributed around his frame, built from years on the road and lessons in swordplay. His red-brown hair hangs past his shoulders, covering his slightly pointed ears. His eyes are blue-green and inherited from his mother. From both parents Ollin inherited his handsome face, blemished only by a small scar above his left eye. His traveling leathers are kept well oiled and dust free, despite time on the road. An elven-made longsword and oaken shield are strapped on his back. The symbol of his mother's people has long been painted over on the shield and is now a simple forest-green shade. Personality- Ollin believes in the good-will inherent in all the civilized races, although he is slightly untrusting of elves due to his treatment as a child. Due to his natural charisma and good nature he makes friends easily and is loyal to them although never tied to their company. Once battle is joined Ollin is brave, though not foolish enough to rush into overwhelming odds. Traits-1.When I set my mind to something, I follow through no matter what gets in my way. 2.I'm confident in my own abilities and do what I can to instill confidence in others. Bond- The chess set of my deceased father is my most valued possession. Ideal- The stories, legends, and songs of the past must never be forgotten. Flaw- I have no home to go to, and am forced to wander an outsider. Thanks for taking the time to read this, and let me know if you see anything that needs changed.
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