Characters The Legends

Hanz · #1 Jan 29th, 2014, 08:59 PM

PLEASE Place your original applications from the Ad Thread on here in a Spoilerbutton. Make sure your Character sheet is linked to your character's name.

AFTER THAT. Place an NSHEET in a Spoiler Button.

Thank you!

TheMystic · #2 Feb 1st, 2014, 01:37 AM

Fon · #3 Feb 1st, 2014, 03:58 AM

ApplicationName: Cukoo
Gender: Male
Race: Tengu
Class: Rogue (will eventually go for Two-Weapon Fighting route)

Traits: Brigand and Reckless
Theme: Why don't you pick one for me?

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Muggins · #4 Feb 1st, 2014, 08:04 AM

Application

Name: Juliana Mallowburne
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
Role: Diplomatic Assassin

Concept: Hush, hush. Take a seat by the fire, share this wine of mine. Specially brewed, you'll find. I hope you don't mind my brevity, but it's the soul of wit - and I'm a very private person. I think you'll find that whatever I say, you'll agree with. You'd have done the same as I.

So, then; enjoy. I don't typically share my stories with strangers, and even friends receive snippets. You, though? You're special.

I was born in the city. Well, one of the cities - there are plenty of them across the River Kingdoms, as I'm sure you know. Now, I wasn't born into the most prestigious line of folk. My father was a nobleman, of course, but my mother was one of those less scrupulous of folk. A friend to those in need, I guess you could say.

Yes, do drink up. There's plenty more.

Now, my mother ran a little business. A venture, shall we say, of many young and fair maidens. Some weren't so young, but they had their talents too; friendly folk, the lot of them. Quite impersonal, too, when they wanted to be. I was raised among them, learning tricks of a trade that no child should know. I lived my earliest days in a brothel, and I most certainly loathed it.

Here, let me refill that mug if yours. It looks rather, say, empty.

So, yes, in a tavern. An unscrupulous tavern. My mother was the matron, and she made sure I stayed safe while I learned a way to make ends meet. I never really escaped her grip, now that I think about it - not back when I was in the city, anyway. Her sisters became mine, and we became a big, happy, artful family. Not many games, mostly just ... business. I didn't learn of my heritage until about the time I became formally of age, and even then I never spoke up on it. It would've been a nicer life, to have been recognised as a noblewoman myself, but I didn't care for a new life among people. I wanted my own life, in a most individualistic way.

So, simply put, I devised a scheme. For the unruly customers, there had always been a few toxins stored away; perfect for wines, ales and all the other brews you might find at a bar. For months and months, and for what soon became years, I toiled away at my own version. A version which I used to escape from my prison, and with enough gold, supplies and wits to make it out here. A version which I may have, by complete accident, slipped into your very own drink.

Now, don't look at me like that. It had to be done.

First, a toast. To the memories of this chat, all too swiftly forgotten after your slumber. It was a pleasure, I assure you.

Battlechaser · #5 Feb 1st, 2014, 12:29 PM

stobco · #6 Feb 1st, 2014, 10:18 PM

Meet Thoin, the Dwarf Zen Archer Monk! Ranged Specialist with flavour at your service! His best and only friend is an Orc!

Name: Thoin (Thoe-in)
Race: Dwarf
Class: Monk - Zen Archer
Theme: He's on a come back!
Traits: You have long lived along the southern border of Brevoy, in the shadow of wilderness known as the Stolen Lands. Life has been hard, but through hunting, trapping, trading, and coaxing crops from the freezing earth, you’ve learned how to survive on the rugged frontier.

With the wilderness ever at your door, you’ve also learned much about its denizens and the wild creatures that lurk in that unwholesome land. Your family might even claim holdings in the Stolen Lands, with elders telling stories of being driven from or robbed of a lost ancestral homestead, fertile farmlands, bountiful orchards, or a hidden mining claim. Whether because of your personal expertise and familiarity with the borderlands or in order to reclaim your family’s land, you’ve joined the expedition into the Stolen Lands.Pioneer & TBD
Story: Thoin is a foundling discovered as an infant, abandoned and alone, in the Narimarches by Monks of the Redfist Monastery. Monks being Monks, they took the nameless infant Dwarf to raise, gave him his name, and shared his upbringing amongst the entire Monastery.

The Redfist Monastery were never a large community, nor a wealthy one. They eked out a meagre living on the lower slopes of the very southern edges of the range by growing grain and other food crops and trading their excess, little as it was, to the towns and villages of the upper ranges. The Redfist Monks were known for their mastery with horses and the bow. Thoin, like all the Redfist Monks, became extremely proficient with bows, and learnt how to ride horses even with his short limbs and torso.

Their location exposed them to raids the few Troll Clans in the area, and the occasional Giant. As soon as Thoin was old enough, he found he had no taste for the unarmed combat techniques most of the other Monks favoured, and took up his first bow and the task of helping protect against these attacks. Thoin contributed to the protection of the Monastery for over four decades.

One evening, just home and sleeping off the fatigue of his last scouting foray, the attack came. A group of surprisingly organized Giants and Trolls from the upper ranges descended en masse on the village. Thoin’s sleeping quarters was crushed by the first thrown stone, trapping him inside, where he was forced to listen to three days of the pillage of the Monastery and the torture of his "family”. He went a little mad, an obsession for revenge building inside him until there was room for little else.

He did not manage to dig himself out until the deeds were done and the Giants and Trolls long gone. Thoin spent the next few weeks burying his family. This only other survivor was a young horse. Thoin took the horse, he named it Redfist as a tribute to those lost at the Monastery, and the two of them became companions in Thoin's pursuit for revenge.

During one particular evening Thoin finally caught up to the small group of Trolls he had been tracking who had killed a family of travellers. He left his horse a little distance away and approached the group in order to see what he was dealing with. The group had five Trolls, so he'd have to be careful. The one thing that stood out was an Orc chained to a tree. The Orc was definitely a prisoner of sort, it looked to be hurt and starved. The Orc was of no threat, he would deal with it once the Trolls were taken care of.

Thoin returned to Redfist and proceeded to circle the Trolls in the clearing letting loose flaming arrows freely. Two Trolls fell and the remaining three decided their lives were better served by fleeing than fighting. The Dwarf took a look at the Orc, who was crouched down holding a bone and looking at him, verified that it was still chained, then turned his attention to the dead Trolls. Nothing of use really, but he did find a key on one of them, the key to the manacles on the Orc probably. It didn't make much difference, he would kill it.

That's when Thoin changed, forever pushing out of his heart the need for revenge. He thought back to the teaching at the Monastery, about how everything has a balance and a reason. that creatures should be treated fairly and just. Thoin was disgusted in himself for letting the "being" called revenge take over his soul. He decided his healing would start today by showing mercy for the captured Orc. The truth is, he didn't know of any crime or wrong it had committed. As the Dwarf walked towards the captured Orc, he looked at and for the first time saw it was a female. She was weak, gaunt from lack of food. Chances are she wouldn't survive, but he would at least give her freedom.

Thoin stopped a small distance from her and tossed the key landing at her feet. He quickly turned away and walked towards Redfist. Once he mounted his horse he looked at her for what he thought would be his last time. She was kneeling pleading for his help, but he turned Redfist and left the clearing. But something kept Thoin from forgetting about the Orc. He had this urge to see how she made out on her own.

Thoin followed her at a distance for three days, and it became obvious she would die. She had no basic survival skills and without those she was wasting away from a lack of food. On the third day he watched her give up on life, leaning up against a tree looking for piece in her final moments. Thoin couldn't let her die, so he went to her and found her unconscious. He took the Orc and tended to her for a week, bring her from the death she had resigned herself to.

For three years Thoin has been travelling with Rakkell, as she named herself. They have hunted down numerous murderous tribes of Trolls, Ogres, and even Orcs. Over those years Thoin has grown fond of Rakkell, thinking of her as a sister. He has taught her Dwarven, how to fight with a proper weapon, and how to control her temper. But more importantly it's what Rakkell has taught him, not to be so quick to judge others.

Quirks: Thoin has three quirks.

#1 - Ummm, did you see it above. He rides a horse! He's a Dwarf and he rides a horse! If that's now enough of a quirk, I have another for you...

#2 - Thoin is a Dwarf that uses a bow. C'mon, that should be good enough for you. Still not enough? Ok, one last try below.

#3 - His best and only friend is a female Orc that loves him (he doesn't know that though). Enough said.

Meet Rakkell, the Orc Babarian! Melee Specialist in love with a Dwarf!

Name: Rakkell
Race: Orc
Class: Barbarian (Invulnerable Rager)
Theme: If only things had been a little different (in regards to Thoin)
Traits: You hail from the River Kingdoms or the more lawless reaches of Brevoy. Life has been hard for you. Perhaps your parents and siblings were crooks and con artists, or maybe your rough, lonely life lead you to fall in with thieves and worse. You know how to ambush travelers, bully traders, avoid the law, and camp where no one might find you. Recently, you’ve run into some trouble, either with the law or with other bandits, and you’re looking to get away to somewhere no one would ever think to look for you. An expedition into the rugged wilderness seems like a perfect way to lie low until the trouble blows over.

You begin the campaign with an extra 100 gp in ill-gotten gains. You also gain a +1 trait bonus on Bluff, Diplomacy, Intimidate, and Sense Motive checks when dealing with brigands, thieves, bandits, and their ilk. You also gain +1 to Initiative.Brigand (less the 100gp) & TBD
Story: The wind swirled dirt around Rakkell’s feet as she trudged forward. She was bent nearly double under the weight of a large rucksack and the noon sun burned her head and neck relentlessly. She accidentally stepped on a soft spot in the trail and staggered forward. A snarling voice growled a curse from behind her and a sharp snap went through the air. Rakkell tensed, anticipating the burning that the whip would leave as it slashed across her beck. But the burning wasn’t in her back; the scene had inexplicably changed and it was night.

Rakkell was frozen in terror as she watched small homes burn. She cried out as others were either slain or rounded up and shackled. Somehow she felt she should recognize them, but their faces were strangely blurred. A mass of foul smelling fur rose up before Rakkell and a powerful hand reached down to grab her by the hair. The hand lifted Rakkell off the ground and began to shake her.

Rakkell the Orc awoke with a sudden jerk, drawing her knife instinctively. When she realized there was no danger, she shook her head to clear it. She dropped the knife for her flask and splashed a tiny bit of water into her hands which she used to wash the dirt and sweat from her face. Rakkell hadn’t dreamed about her captivity for a long time and she wondered what had triggered it now. The muscular Orc, stretched and knuckled her back. Her hand reached to her neck to finger the crude, heavy key that hung from a chain around her neck. Ironically, that weight around her neck felt like freedom to the Orc because it had been the key to the manacles around her ankles for her six months of slavery.

Her rescue came from an unlikely source. Her Troll captives (Moss Troll’s actually), the original five that stole here from her now destroyed Orc tribe, had stopped for a few days in a wooded area. They had Rakkell chained up to a tree not to far away. One of the Troll’s would come over when bored and throw things at her, or hit her, or give her enough scraps to keep her alive, just barely at times. The days for the last six months were pretty much the same. Rakkell expected they would become bored with her and eventually be killed. On this particular evening, Rakkell was sitting leaning against the tree she was chained to, using her finger to make designs in the dirt at her feet. One of the Trolls was walking over to her with a bone that had some meat remaining on it. When the Troll was about ten feet away it dangled the bone in front of Rakkell , laughing at her, teasing her with the food she so desperately wanted. Then a flaming arrow pierced that back of its head an out its left eye. Mere moments later a second flaming arrow made its way into the Troll’s throat. The Troll fell forward dead, the bone falling to the ground next to Rakkell. She trapped the bone and started to chew what little meat remained. She took a moment to look up and saw the chaos that had started.

Burning arrows were coming in from the surrounding brush causing chaos with the Trolls. They were running around aimlessly trying without success to get away from the fire arrows while trying to figure out who and where their attackers were. The attacker could not be seen, other then the burning arrows coming into the cleaning and the sound of a horse’s gallop. Another Troll fell, and the remaining three lost all desire to fight and fled quickly, and forgot about Rakkell .

Rakkell sat here, still holding onto the bone, but no longer eating. What was the point? Chances are the attackers would kill Rakkell as well, and would that be such a bad thing? She sat there for what seemed like an eternity waiting for the attackers to come forward and kill her. Surely they will be elves with all those arrows raining down on the Trolls. When the first being came into the clearing, she was surprised to see a horse with a dwarf riding upon it with a bow in hand. The Dwarf only looked at Rakkell briefly, and turned his attention to the two dead Trolls. He rustled through their goods and them walked towards Rakkell.

This is when Rakkell thought her days would come to an end. The misery would stop. To her surprise the Dwarf stopped next to the dead Troll and tossed a key her, landing at her feet. She new that key, and quickly picked it up and used it to unlock the manacles that she had been wearing for six months. Rakkell was thrilled at her newfound freedom, but she was very week and would not survive long by herself. She had always relied on the cumulative strength of her small tribe to provide everything. Providing for herself was not something she knew how to do.

So Rakkell looked at the Dwarf to see if he could help. The strange Dwarf was already on his horse about to leave, keeping an eye on the Orc. Rakkell had no choice, she was desperate, so she slowly crawled on her kness towards the Dwarf with her arms open hopefully showing him she meant no harm. She needed his help. The Dwarf looked at her, turned his horse away and left, leaving her weak and alone. For three days Rakkell wondered through the forest doing her best to survive. She was too weak to catch any animals for food, and the berries she could gather weren’t enough to keep her strength up. Eventually she sat down against a tree and drifted off to sleep thinking this will be her time to die.

Rakkell woke to find herself lying next to a fire with blankets laid across her. She turned her head to find the horse riding Dwarf sitting in the other side of the fire. He got up and brought her some water. For the next five days the Dwarf nursed Rakkell back to health. The Dwarf, who’s name was Thoin, saved her life twice. She was forever in debt to him. And this is how these two companions found themselves together, hunting the evils of the Narimarches region.

In the three years that they've been partners Rakkell has learned a lot from Thoin. How to use a weapon, speak Dwarven, lead a more controlled life, and how to treat other living creatures with respect. But the most important thing she's learnt is love. She loves Thoin with all her heart, but he doesn't know it. She's afraid to tell him in case he rejects her. She can't lose the only thing she's know for the last three years.

Quirks: Rakkell has two quirks.

#1 - She only speaks Orc and Dwarven. That's right, she doesn't know Common but knows Dwarven. Quite the quirk eh? Below's another one, it's doozy!

#2 - She's in love with a Dwarf! Yep, an Orc that loves a Dwarf. She's very territorial about him two. She'll always stand up for him and protect him even if it risks her own safety.

Are you confused and wondering what is going on here? Check out this YouTube video to get the scoop.