"Alright, All you need to do now is sign your name. Once you do that you are officially one of our Couriers." (Place your character application here with a link to your character sheet.)
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Seeing none of the men stepping forward, Amber shrugged. She stepped forward and took the pen from Boss Ross. "Guess I'll sign first. Hope you don't mind me signing for Spark as well."
"I am just going to ask you some questions to get to better know you and yes, I am going to ask you questions with obvious answers. What's your name? First name and surname." A fine eyebrow arched over blue eyes as the winged woman stared at the dwarf across from her. The dwarf really hadn't been kidding when he'd said the questions that he'd ask were going to be obvious. ”My name is Amber Freewing.”
"You will need something called a 'Courier Handle'. It is the name you will be called within the company and among other couriers. Only two words. Himoko's is 'Mourning Raine'."”I would like to be called Cloud Jumper. And Kit... Oh, I didn't give you her papers!” Amber reached back into the pack that leaned against the stool on which she sat. She produced a second set of papers after several seconds of digging. ”Here. Kit would like probably like to be called Spark Wing.”
"How old are you?"”Fifty-nine.”
"What race are you and where do you come from?"”I'm a half-angel and I hail from Nagala.”
"What is your sex?" Amber looked down. She knew her chest wasn't as large as her mother's but it wasn't flat. ”Female.” Her answer, like the ones before it was simple and straight forward.
"What would you say your skill set is?""Mid-air combat. Kit lets me ride her.”
"How would you describe yourself physically if I was a mirror in front of you?"”Red hair, pale skin, blue eyes, white wings. I got the hair and skin from my mother. The eyes and wings are from my father. My nose is small and unbroken, despite an odd upbringing. Lips aren't quite 'full'. There's a small scar on my jaw and others on my hands from weapons practice. Currently I'm dressed in brown leggings, boot and vest. I have a light green shirt on under my vest. All of my clothes are fitted close to my body. There's a dagger strapped to my left upper arm, a mace currently hangs from my belt and I am missing my left foot and ankle.” She paused for a breath. Her thoughts weren't the most organized, especially when it came to describing herself. ”I suppose I stand about six feet tall and have a wingspan almost double that.”
"How would you describe yourself emotionally and mentally?"”I would say I am calm, patient, determined and , once you've earned it, loyal almost to a fault. I have a temper but it takes a bit to trigger it. Oh, and my best friend is a dragon.” Amber smiled. She'd seen almost every reaction to that particular bit of news.
"Tell me about yourself. How was your life until now?"”Well, I was one of a handful of children raised by the Dragonriders of Nagala. I was taught the skills I would need to either work for the riders or with them. My exact place would ultimately depend upon if a dragon bonded with me or not. Around my thirteenth birthday, I was working near the bronze dragon eggs when one hatched. Our eyes met and we bonded almost instantly. After that, the two of us were inseparable. It took a bit for us to learn to work together without getting in each others' way, but we did. We even went on some missions with my mother and her dragon. About two years back, Kit and I decided we wanted to see the world. We wandered for a bit before finally deciding to find a job that would allow us to travel.”
"And finally, why should I hire you?" Amber looked at the dwarf sitting at the desk. The questions that he'd asked so far were simple, easily answered and yet, annoying. His last one was the most annoying. ”How about a demonstration?”
The winged woman walked to the window behind the dwarf. She opened it and jumped out the window. For most anyone else, the drop would result in injury. For her, it was just a little 'step'. Hovering a couple stories off the ground, Amber crossed her arms over her chest. ”How many of your other applicants can do this?”
She moved slightly and pointed towards the ground. There, in front of the hall, lay a bronze dragon. The dragon was saddled and had a small amount of gear strapped to its back. ”How many of you applicants have a friend who can fly? Or how about a friend who can carry others with ease? Kit could even carry some of the larger packages that Hawk Down is entrusted with.” She flew back to the window. ”The best thing is, we can take routes that others can't. Routes that would save the company time and money.”
Amber glided the short distance to where the dragon lay and landed. She rested a hand upon the noble beast's side, her gaze locked upon the window that she'd exited mere minutes before. ”If you hire one of us, you hire both. We're a team and we'll always be a team. The choice is now yours,” she called up to the hiring agent.
Name: Amber Freewing
Courier Handle: Cloud Jumper
Age: 19
Race and Nationality: Half-Angel, Nagala
Gender: Female
Class: Dragonrider
Appearance: Amber stands just under six-feet and has a wingspan roughly double that. She inherited her mother's red hair and creamy skin. Her blue eyes and white wings came from her father. She also has a small nose, lips that aren't quite 'full' and a scar on her jaw from a sparring accident. There are scars on her hands from when she was first learning to use weapons. The worst of her 'scars' is her missing left ankle and foot. She lost these in a bad landing involving an inconveniently placed bear trap.
Sturdy clothes and armor that are fitted close to her body are her preferred for of dress. This is often easier said than done because all of her clothes must be designed to accommodate her wings. It is a rare sight when Amber doesn't have at least one dagger strapped to one of her upper arms. Her sword and bow are another matter as they tend to be difficult to carry unhindered while flying on her own.
Personality: Calm, patient, loyal and determined are words that are commonly used to describe Amber. She also has a bit of a temper but that usually takes a bit to trigger.
Background: Amber was the result of a night's passion. She was one of a handful of children raised among the dragon riders of Nagala. Much of her childhood was spent learning the needs of the various metallic dragon young and the knowledge and skills that she would need if a dragon bonded with her. Her father would show up randomly and teach her to fly. That was the only contact she had with him.
Shortly after her forty-third birthday, Amber was helping out with the bronze dragon eggs when one hatched. They looked at each other and bonded almost instantly. Amber and the little dragon were inseparable after that. It followed her everywhere and tried to help her with some of her tasks. After several botched attempts, they eventually formed an easy way of working together. They almost never bumped into each other.
Around her fiftieth birthday, and after a few missions with her mother and her mother's dragon, Amber and Kit decided it was time to try something a bit different. They roamed the lands for a while before applying for their courier papers. After receiving their papers, the duo had to find someone to employ them...
RP Sample: See above
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Max had no idea what's going. He could not believe he was accepted. Following Amber, Max also stepped forward to sign his name "umm... Thank you Boss Ross, You won't regret it"
Veras stepped forward shaking his head in response to Boss Ross's comment about him. In a feigned sadness he said, "I was only accepted because you want a bard and don't like paperwork from the College?" He looked over to his new, winged cell member and said, "And clearly my entrance was not the most exciting in the bunch either." He gestured dejectedly towards Amber as he turned around from signing the document, head hanging low. To himself he muttered, "This will not do, this will not do at all. I must improve my entrance performance, maybe it needs more fog, ah and an ice sculpture. I wonder if I could make myself a pair of wings too..." He sighed before returning to his spot in the line. There he promptly snapped to attention and stood tall while smiling, satisfied with his little performance.
As Boss Ross leaned back in his chair and began to question the interviewee in front of him, a bright light shone from underneath the door to his office. Suddenly, that door slammed open and a beautiful stone arch, covered with ancient vines and colorful flowers, appeared over the entrance way. A man stepped through, silhouetted by the light and looking very grand. He put his hands on his hips and tilted his head as if he was looking off into the distance. Then, out of nowhere, trumpets sounded a bright declaration from inside the room, almost as if they sang, TA-DA TA-DAAAA!
Ross and the interviewee gaped at the man for a long moment before he finally turned and noticed them. "Oh I’m sorry, were you already in the middle of an interview?" The light, archway, and trumpets immediately disappeared and the room went back to it’s dull and dusty silence in an instant. "I’ll just be waiting outside then." The man turned for the door, but was brushed aside by the original interviewee as he bolted out of the room without a word. Boss Ross huffed and grumbled, "I guess you are next..."
"Ah, very good then. Veras Makari, at your service." He bowed and took the now vacant seat, without the fanfare this time. "Your clerks have had me fill out the proper forms, I’m sure you’ll be pleasantly surprised by my qualifications" he said as he placed a stack of papers in front of the dwarf. The Boss took a quick glance at the papers and noted the fine penmanship and proper diction throughout.
As Boss Ross peered through his glasses at the documents, Veras chimed in, "Of course I could do those in Dwarven if you prefer. I’m fluent in Common, Dwarven, Elvish, and I’m starting to learn Druidic and Yuppish too. I know how important it is to be able to convey the proper message with a service like this, wouldn’t want to have a simple thing like language come between us and our clients!" Ross raised an eyebrow at the boast, but couldn’t deny the truth of the statement. He shrugged and continued reading.
"It says here you were a musician, singer, and story teller. A full Bard then?" asked Ross. Veras smiled and nodded eagerly. "I guess I can believe it with an entrance like that." Ross gestured towards where the strange stone archway had appeared. "First impressions are important" mused Veras. "But honestly, it was not just a show." He looked over his shoulder and leaned in conspiratorially. "Imagine how useful I could be creating images like that on the job. Have a sensitive message? I’m your man. Most bandits don’t bother trying to climb my spike wall illusion after I duck around a corner. Even fewer try and reach for the message as it sits under my slumbering dire-bear effect. The world is a canvas with my spells." Veras leaned back and made a slight motion with his hand and the sound of a bear echoed from behind Boss Ross. To his credit, he did not jump, but Veras could see a small sheen of sweat form on his brow. "Sorry, that was unfair" Veras laughed, but then composed himself and said "Apologies" in Dwarvish.
Veras noted the page Boss Ross seemed to be on. "Ah that’s a good one. I wrote out the story of one of my...adventures. Lot’s of evidence of my courier skills in there."
Ross immediately skipped forward a few pages to the shock and dismay of the author.
"Hold on, hold on. This can’t be true" spat Ross. "This is just a bard’s story right?" Veras looked shocked, "No sir, this is 100% accurate. It’s one of my exploits. It shows how versatile and dedicated I am." The dwarf scowled at him and thumbed a few pages forward.
Boss Ross made a sound that could just almost be called a chuckle, but even Veras couldn’t have been sure as he sat there. He thumbed through a few more pages quickly.
Ross tossed the paper down and said, "You do know how to write a story. Not to mention fill out an application. Your permits seem in order, and frankly, you do have a lot of useful skills for a company like Hawk Down." Veras added, "I’m extremely well versed in the local history and geography of our great land too. I didn’t know where to write that down..." The Boss grumbled again, "Let me finish, son. The problem is, this is a dangerous gig. You may have a silver tongue and flashy magicks, but if you can’t handle yourself out there...I can’t have you getting one of our cells killed" he said firmly.
Veras looked thoughtful, he scratched at the scruff of his beard. Then he said, "Excuse me a moment." He left the room and rounded the corner, returning with a bow and one arrow. "I left these outside, sometimes people take it the wrong way when when I bash in their office door armed with a weapon." Next, he walked over to the window and opened it, sticking his head out. "Over there to the left, is that your pigeon coup? For the air messages?" He stepped back well into the room, knocked an arrow, and waited. "I also do anti-courier services as well." He let the bow string go and the arrow flew out the window in a blink. Ross got up to his feet and peered out, Veras had taken out one the messenger birds a good forty feet away as it was in flight. Ross huffed one final time and said nothing.
Veras shrugged and smiled as he patted the dwarf on his shoulder, "You can deduct it from my first paycheck."
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