[Characters] The People of the Story

[AwesomeEllie]

A place to put your application information (Name, description, background, etc.) as well as a link to your character sheet, which can be put in secret-text if you want. Character creation rules are: Level 1, 25 Racial Points using the custom-race rules, pretty much any class, a 20 point ability score buy, 2 traits, and average level 1 wealth. If there are any questions, feel free to ask!

[Andramal]

Character Information Name: Munshin Oracle - sometimes referred to as Moony Race human Class Rogue Physical Description Munshin has the look of a fit, organized accountant. Black hair tied back in a ponytail, blue eyes to pierce your mind, the blank poker face to rob you of your coppers...outside of the gambling dens, however, he is a bit more impressionable. Munshin can smile, laugh, frown, and swear with the best of them. His usual attire favors dark colors and comfortable attire, but when playing his role as an accountant (which he does have actual training in), he favors a more professional garb reminiscent of a butler. Background details: Not everyone is well known about Munshin, but these are the things that have come up over time of which others may or may not know Munshin was nothing more than basic common - No important family lineages, no hidden blood of dragons, no rich Uncle to inherit from. Given the apparent class structures around Ward, it is no surprise that Munshin would be from a poor family, who worked to get what they could to survive. Including Apprenticing off one of their sons to a 'merchant'. To be fair to them, they really thought he was a merchant, and Kashin the Crazed really was a merchant - he was also a thief. A smart thief, that demanded the best out of his apprentice, and when he didn't get it, drilled, beat, and verbally flayed it into him. All of it was precise,, meant to drive just enough dedication into Munshin to have him achieve results that would (rarely) satisfy the crazy old man. It went on for years... But, it bore Fruit: Munshin could Posh, he could scare, he could smile and console. He learned about the ways others could cheat him, how to spot them, how to watch out for those like them. He learned how to deal with traps and locks, where to strike for the best results, and how to disguise it all under legitimate means. Kashin even set him up with an impressive sum (at least by poor standards) to deck himself out with for his future. In short: Munshin was to be the next Kashin, and it was one of the few times the old man gave a compliment, when he spoke to Munshin on his Death Bed with a chuckle. "You might make a pretty good me, or a better one. I hope it's the latter. I was a real bastard." Learning under Kashin was the oddest sort of hell for Munshin. It was remarkable how much those last words made a difference in the outlook. To be angry, to be proud, to be sad, or happy? Options, options...   Backstory/Origin Story/RP Sample The Dwarf sat down behind his desk with a loud grunt before turning to face the human sitting across from him. He watched for any signs of disdain, nerves, or anything that would help to tell him more about the well-dressed snob. "So," Dolgrin began, picking up the papers on his desk, "For some reason, you think you can be a half decent accountant for us." By us, Dolgrin meant Smith & Docks. Metalworks and shipping - profitable ventures for anyone, including aspiring Dwarves. "Not to be rude, but it's pretty obvious we tend to focus on other Dwarves. Your paperwork is all fancy and thorough, but that could just mean you know a good scribe." Munshin, dressed in his suit of black and red, gave the Dwarf a small smirk as he nodded his head. "Naturally, Dwarven Pride tends to have its perks in camaraderie and loyalty, but at the same time, it can turn into a problem. There is also the fact that Dwarves do not commonly deal with questionable practices," the human shifted his hand up to direct the moment to himself, "Which is something I am familiar enough with. So in addition to the traditional role of accounting, I can also keep an eye out for suspicious activity." Dolgrin's eyebrows rose to this, though his voice stayed the polite. "A thief who enjoys paperwork?" Munshin shook his head, giving a full smile now. "Not a thief, simply familiar with the ways of thieves. What better way to understand how to deal with such than to know what they know? It tends to acquire more respect as well, when you are protecting someone's property, versus stealing it." The look on the Dwarf's face suggested he agreed to the point, though Dolgrin still had doubts as to why he should be considering the human for the job in the first place. Seeing this, Munshin leaned in. "Perhaps a small demonstration would help your consideration." "Oh?" Munshin gave a nod, his cunning eyes glinting in the light. "Let's talk about some of the crates your dock workers were packing as I was coming in, and the unusual materials they were using for fillers... " ~END~ Reason for Working Under an Evil Sorcerer: Opportunity, payment potential, and convenient skills to foster. Much like with Smith and Docks, the Evil sorcerer found potential use in a 'not thief' who could potentially spot trouble coming along. Cheaper than constantly scrying, and less tedious. Plus, he can deal with the finer details of paperwork for whatever businesses the Sorcerer has his fingers in. He'll run those errands having a living person involved with is more convenient, doesn't have any major magic to worry about coming up as a risky apprentice, and so on...Easy enough to offer him better rates than the Dwarves!

[Nevrend]

Name: Morvian Eventis
Race: Nether Shade
Class: Sorcerer

 

Perpetually obscured in a black cloak, nothing of Morvian's features can be discerned except two sinister glowing red eyes.

 

Within the gateway between the Plane of Shadow and The Negative Energy Plane, Morvian Eventis drifted aimlessly. He did that a lot. By his reckoning, Movian had spent at least a few hundred years trying to find something to do besides just drift around in this forsaken place. Within this endless, empty black abyss, it was astonishing he hadn't gone completely insane.
Something tickled an almost forgotten sense. Magic untainted by shadows was some were nearby. Strange...This can't be of this world. A way out perhaps? Could it be possible? he thinks to himself as he drifted toward the unfamiliar magic. With a blinding flash. Morvian suddenly found himself in a painfully bright room. Reflexively, Morvian surrounded himself within the shadows of his home. Safely shrouded within his penumbra, Morvian examined his surroundings. The architecture was unlike any he had seem before. The walls were comprised of solid stone blocks stacked atop each other with no gaps between. Strange rectangular objects were strewn about the floor. Tiny fires atop odd melting white cylinders illuminated the room. What a peculiar place this is... he thinks as he attempts to move closer to the strange light source. Finding himself oddly restrained, Morvian looks down to find he is standing in the middle of a star on the floor. A man he had not noticed at first stands just outside of the star begins to speak in an unknown dialect. The he knows not the specific of what is said, Morvian realizes that it is some form of binding. After the sorcerer finished speaking, Morvian found he could one again move, but felt an insatiable urge to protect a very impressive gem. I'll have to figure out were in the world I am. But first, I clearly am suppose to protect this gem...

Morvian hails from a time when the world was still young. (Roughly this world's equivalent of early Egypt.)Civilization had only just begun, and rulers of small nations were starting to take hold. Even then the powerful ruled as god, though power could change easily enough with a big enough stick. Politics, if you could them such, held no interest to Morvian Eventis. Instead, he was devoted to unlocking the secrets of the universe and possibly even becoming a minor deity. An accident quelled those foolish ambitions. While attempting to pierce the great beyond, Morvian managed to trap himself between the plane of shadows and the negative energy plane.

After being released by Ozan, Morvian set about learning about the strange new world he found himself in. He had plenty of time to do so while he stood guard over the unenchanted gem that would later grow so important.

[TheJeanyus]

Character Info Name: Eran Otelform Race: Originally derived from a clan of scholastically-minded humans, over many years the Ulgrebor have adapted as a race to better use their knowledge and knack for invention. their forays into forgotten knowledge occasionally upset less intellectual folks, and due to their small numbers, the Ulgrebor had to rely on powerful inventions to fend for themselves. This quickly became a way of life, and over time it came to represent their very identity. The Ulgrebor have abnormally keen minds and have become hardy to defend themselves, but often don't quite get along with others. Ulgrebor Class: Artificer Physical Description: Eran is fairly average for one of the Ulgrebor, which is to say, he seems to be a pretty average human. As with many of his races, Eran is often too enthralled by his work to really put much effort in to his appearance. His finger-long blond hair can usually be accurately described as dirty blond, and it is often unkempt. His simple craftsman's clothes are wrinkled, and seem to accumulate minor stains which Eran mostly ignores. His face is handsome, though fairly plain, the only defining feature being his piercing deep blue eyes. He is skinny, as inventing is clearly more common than consistent meals, and he is of average height. As the Ulgrebor spend much of their time secluded in their studies, they are usually pale in complexion and are better than most at seeing when there is little light. Background/Origin Story/RP Sample: From an early age, Eran had a propensity for creating items of a magical nature greater than that of his kin. While Ulgrebor are renowned as great craftsmen, Eran had a knack for blending the arcane and mundane in his creations. Items he made that normally performed straightforward tasks often had additional, unexpected functionality. Seeing the signs of an artificer, the Ulgrebor elders granted Eran entrance to their school of invention. For many years, Eran studied, perfecting his abilities as a craftsman. After he finished his tutelage, Eran looked for patrons to sponsor his growing ideas. His ambitions exceeded those of his kin, and he dreamed of building greater designs. His funding for projects, however, was a bit lacking. So he searched for those who would pay for his services, using the opportunities to invent wondrous items. Yet these tasks rarely gave the freedom for creativity that Eran yearned for, and so his search for the ideal patron continued. When Ozan asked for his services, the openness of the request intrigued him, and he accepted. Reasons for working under an evil sorcerer: Eran is a scientist and is above all logical. When he was approached by Ozan, his ideas of equality for all certainly seemed more reasonable then the segregated system that existed. Seeing the virtues of Ozan's plans, Eran offered his services as an inventor. With protecting the gem being as general a task as it is, it seems as though Eran will get to invent things truly spectacular...

[Duderlybob]

Alright folks, sorry for the delay, but everything is in order now!

Fluff Name: Roan of Irori Race: Irorian The Irorians are a very fledging race born of a mad devotion to Irori. Some deviant followers of Irori believed that in their pursuit of perfection, that means alchemical, medicinal and magical were to be used to ascend to a higher understanding of the world. The Irorians and those who've allied with them are by and large outcasts of the majority of Irori's followers, but due to the mindset in the religion, these men and women have gone unnoticed by the general population as no public outcry has been called, no crusades, no inquisitions. Instead, the Irorians are just held up as an example of how a person out of balance and lost to Irori's true teachings is like. Class: Inquisitor Physical Description: Roan is a man, while not particularly handsome, is groomed with military-like precision. His dark brown hair is pulled into a high, and extremely tight ponytail that emphasizes his widow's peak. His features, long and sharp with a hooked nose emphasize a rather hawkish look to his face. His eyes are grey, and observe the world with a passive, but sharply aware gaze. All this rests atop a well muscled body and is covered in olive skin. Backstory/Origin Story/RP Sample: Roan was born into a dark cult of Irori, who while in line with the main tenet of "self-perfection" sought to do so with dark arts, magic, alchemy, money. Traditional believers would occasionally try to teach them that they had lost the way and no longer sought self-perfection, but power, and would try to explain the difference to aid their brothers. Yet the cult always failed to listen. Having taken to calling themselves "The Pure" they had little interest in the words of those beneath them. It is in this environment that Roan was raised, communally by the temple, not knowing which ones were truly his parents, or if his parents were even there at all. Through the years, Roan was taught as to how to find weakness. Weakness was an affront to Irori, he was told time and again, and that to find perfection, he must ensure that the weakness around him is found and rooted out. So Roan studied, trained, fought, meditated, and sought continually to remove weakness from himself and those who could taint him with their imperfections. After some time, this turned into ferreting out secrets, trying always to peer deep into the heart of his opponents so that he may trick and deceive them. After all, perfection of the self is what Irori taught, there was no room for obligations to another in these tenets. All of this suddenly came to a close when the temple was raided and attacked by a well intentioned, but frightened mob of the masses. Who found the secretive temple unnerving, and the rumors of foul experiments and evil more so. The members of the temple struck back, furious and indignant, vengeful and cruel. It didn't take long for the mob to be broken and scattered. But in the anger of the temple, a dire mistake was made; they pursued the routing masses. Unable to stand quietly and watch civilians be slaughtered in the streets, followers of Iomedae rallied their congregation and sallied to fight "The Pure." Soon, the battle was turning into a stalemate, neither side weakening to the other's advantage. It was then that the followers of Gorum, also located in the cluster of religious buildings took to the battle and sided with Iomedeans, eager to fight in a battle that the authorities could not contest their battle as anything but self-defense. By the time these authorities finally arrived, the Irorians had by and large perished, overwhelmed by the numbers of the two combined churches. During the chaos of battle, Roan slipped away into the city, swearing death and vengeance upon those who would defend those who dared violate his holy site, and upon those who defended the heathens. As the now homeless inquisitor wandered the streets, he encountered Ozan. Ozan offered him shelter, and sympathized with the monk as he learned his story. Promising to change things, Ozan quickly earned the inquisitor's trust, manipulating him into following Ozan's own goals with promises to dispel the instability that led to the attack on the temple, to make a world in which no matter one's beliefs that they may live and worship as they see fit without fear of persecution. With nothing but Ozan's goals and his own greed to follow, Roan stands ready to install a new world, a new order in which he is free, free and equal to create the perfection he so longs for. Reason for working under evil sorcerer: Bought loyalty through generosity and dreams when Roan was down and out of luck.

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