[D&D-5e] Wanted! Crooks of Any Class! Must Be Discrete!

[Oakie]

Thanks for the app, @Grouchy. Percy reminds me a bit of Al Swearengen in the Deadwood series. A cutthroat killer with self-discipline, courtesy, and restraint would be an asset in Ebonclad. A "thorn" who can't control their temper isn't good for business.

Originally Posted by Grouchy

[fieldset=Character Concept]

Character name: Percy Koska

[DiceGoblin]

Application Character name: Tallion 'Guard Dog' Raths Race: Half-Orc Class: Paladin (Eventual Oath of the Crown, with the crown in this instance being Ebonclad) Background: Soldier Personality traits (2): I can stare down a hell hound without flinching. I have a crude sense of humor. Ideal: Independence. When people follow orders blindly, they embrace a kind of tyranny. Bond: Those who fight beside me are those worth dying for. Flaw: I’d rather eat my armor than admit when I’m wrong. Backstory: For generations, the Raths family have been loyal servants of the nobility. Guards and soldiers of the finest order, though having never been gifted the status of knighthood. They live modest lives and are told from a young age that the greatest honor in life is dying to protect others. Tallion has always been a bit of skeptic, questioning dying for the cause when he thought it would be much better to live for it. To actually survive the battles and hopefully die peacefully, knowing you had done everything you could to protect others. After all, didn't dying in battle mean you failed? From a young age, Tallion had been trained in the art of weaponry, though his family for the most part favored swords, he was quite fond of the glaive. It seemed at every step, he was just a little different than most of the rest of his family. Questioning their blind loyalty and their ideals while forming his own. At just fifteen, Tallion was given his assignment. He would be traveling to the city of Kintilla and becoming a guard there. Tallion sometimes wondered if they gave him that post specifically to get rid of him. They did. Despite the difference in ideals, Tallion did enjoy his work as a soldier. He liked the people he worked with. When fighting was required, he fought not to die for the cause, but to live. While he was an excellent soldier, he was often passed up for promotions, as was the curse of the Raths family. Every loyal, never respected. Tallion had always questioned authority, but it was when plague broke out that he really began to understand just how awful the people he worked for were. Their job was not to help the people, but to keep the sick away from the noble's district. To harm instead of help. To keep the filthy separate from the clean. Tallion was furious. While he stood around, people were dying. That's when they caught the smuggler. Tallion managed to convince his superiors to be the one to do the questioning. He managed to convince the man to give him the location the medicine was going, and delivered it himself. He gave the smugglers his patrol route, and assured them that he would turn a blind eye. Unbeknownst to him, that was his first introduction to the Ebonclad. When much of the plague had been wiped out, Tallion was approached by members of the Ebonclad, offering him a spot among their numbers. With his growing hatred of the nobility that had treated his family so poorly for so long, and that let people die, the choice was easy. Tallion believed he could help more people by becoming a criminal, than as a guard. But it was agreed that using his name would not be wise, as his family's reputation might make things difficult. As it turned out, those who smuggled through his patrols already had a nickname for him. One that they decided to keep. Thus Guard Dog, or just Dog, was born. Goal: Tallion's goal has always been to protect the town he loves. As a soldier, Tallion learned quickly that in true times of need, it was not those who worked aboveground who did the most good. They were stuck awaiting orders and being only allowed to act when it benefited the wealthy. Those underground on the other hand could smuggle medicine and make sure that anybody who needed it got access. Ironically, Tallion found that being a criminal was where he could do the most good. Screw the nobility that treated him like an actual dog, he was far better off with the criminals who had given him the nickname Guard Dog. RP Sample: This'll do for now

[Curzod]

Harkon - WIP • Character name: Harkon Demur • Race: Human • Class: Fighter (Archetype: Eldritch Knight) • Background: Slum Dweller • Personality traits: (1) I’m not afraid to hurt someone to protect something that belongs to me, or should belong to me, or will soon belong to me. (2) I know where I come from, I know what my station in life is and always has been. Your attempt to treat me as a lesser being doesn’t rile me up. • Ideal: I’m loyal to my friends. Within the guild and without. • Bond: I grew up in a rough neighborhood. As bad as it was, I will always take pride in where I came from. I love the bad and the good of it. • Flaw: It’s not really a crime if it doesn’t hurt anyone. I’ll take what I need and what I want with no remorse, as long as it’s from the well off. I don’t steal from my own. • Backstory: Out in the slummier areas of Kintilla, you learn quickly that you’re going to get your ass beat down no matter what. So, you can choose to fight back and make the people pay, make them learn that you are not an easy target, or if you don’t, they’ll just keep coming back for you. Harkon took it a few times before setting his mind towards never allowing people to walk all over him again. He was never the biggest or the strongest. But damn, was he a scrapper. This naturally paved the way towards anything military focused; army, guard, or mercenary. Harkons’ mind was always on Kintilla, it was his home and he never saw reason to leave. So leaving to invade other lands or guiding some caravan across the wastes was never something he truly considered. That left becoming a city guard. Turns out, that jobs boring as hell. And you’ve invariably got some stick-up-his-rear sergeant always over your shoulder telling you you’re doing your job wrong, even when the job entails standing at a door nobody’s bloody using. And the pay, while it’s honest and regular, it’s complete trash. It did have a perk or two. You got to know where valuable gear was stored that was easily accessible. You learned which guards could be bought, which could not. He tapped a few of his old friends to pull off some minor jobs for a bit of extra scratch. Nothing too big, nothing that could be traced back to him. It wasn’t long before his role as a guard became second to pulling jobs with guys he knew from the streets. • Goal: Harkon still does not see himself as a criminal. He coordinates with some of the locals to relieve the city of some unused gear, that’s hardly anything dangerous. But when offered the chance to be part of something bigger, he was intrigued. It was a chance to actually do something other than guard doors nobody cared about. A chance to make more than a few silver on a job. He’d just sort of blundering about his whole life. Falling into the job as a city guard, falling into criminality, now falling into organized crime. Who’s to say this isn’t where he’s supposed to be after all. • RP Sample: The steady rain outside had driven people indoors and the tavern was awash with the gentle murmurs of conversation from dozens of filled tables. Harkon wore an off-white shirt and brown pants, a distinct departure from his guard outfit. Even though his business relied heavily on information he gathered while doing his job, he made every effort to keep the two lines of work as separate as possible. Finally, the barmaid returned with his order. A warm dark beer and a shallow bowl of stew. He ate slowly and savored the beer more than the stew. A woman squeezed by Harkon’s shoulder on her way to the seat across from him. She reached over and carefully set a small bag of coins down in front of him as she sat. He looked at it critically before setting down his spoon and picking up the coin pouch, it was light and small. He opened it and fingered around inside. Harkon had a very annoyed look on his face as he spoke. “What is this Tila? That should have gotten at least 200 gold pieces.” Tila gave an equally annoyed look. “Apparently your boy Rodician got a little loose with his tongue, not in the way a girl hopes for, and we had to send some extra bribes up to some additional bodies in your ranks. You might want to have a little chat with him about that. Cost us most of what I managed to unload.” She turned her attention to the bowl of stew. “How can you eat that crap? You have the money to be living a good life, yet you keep coming back here and eating this swill and slumming with the likes of me. Not even the cooks know what’s in that thing after all these years.” He tightened the string on the pouch and slipped it into the waistband of his pants, then took a long slow inhale and equally slow exhale, cleared his throat and moved on like nothing had been amiss. “We’re going to steer clear of this district for a bit anyways. If words floating about without our control that jobs are going down before they actually go down, we’ve got too much heat on us. Plus, I have another job lined up. It’s different then our normal stuff but I’ve done some digging and it should be an easy score.”

[BloodShadow]

Adron Ozor Character name: Adron Ozor(Marcus) Race: Variant Human Class: Wizard Background: Charlatan Personality traits: I lie about almost everything, even when there’s no good reason to. Flattery is my preferred trick for getting what I want. Ideal: Power. Knowledge is best used as leverage to gain further knowledge. Bond: I fleeced the wrong person and must work to ensure that this individual never crosses paths with me or those I care about. Flaw: I’m convinced that no one could ever fool me the way I fool others. Backstory: Marcus is a con artist with aspirations as big as his lies. Since he was a child on the streets of Kintilla, Marcus has been fascinated by the power of magic. As an imitator and pretender one of his most utilized personas was that of a wizard, Adron Ozor. As he learned more of the role he was impersonating. He gradually became convinced that the intricacies of arcane magic weren’t beyond his comprehension. The purpose of the wizard Adron Ozor shifted from conning the gullible out of gold to furthering his arcane knowledge. From selling faux potions on the street to bluffing his way into libraries to read tomes for hours on end. His breakthrough that turned his lie of spellcasting into a truth didn’t come from the yellowed pages of a dusty book, but at the expense of another. Prominent local wizard Cecilia Rersk. Convincingly posing as a fellow colleague in the role of Adron, Marcus gained the confidence of Cecilia, and stole from her a spare spellbook. It was from that spellbook that Marcus learned his first spells, created a spellbook of his own, and made the mask of Adron Ozor into a new reality. Goal: Why is your character into crime? What do they want from life? Why did they accept the offer to join Ebonclad? Adron/Marcus has had a taste of the power of magic and his appetite hasn’t waned. For more power, he will play whatever role or wear any mask he has to. RP Sample: https://www.rpgcrossing.com/showthre...96#post9434196

[Oakie]

Great new apps! Ya'll are making my job to select a team hard! LOL

@DiceGoblin: Love the idea of a paladin "thorn" (as the Ebonclad call their muscle), like a mafioso who really, really believes in their codes.

@Curzod: Tough boy from the slums is a definite fit.

@Bloodshadow: A fake wizard who conned himself into being a real boy! Hilarious!

[silverfeathers]

Well this looks interesting. I started a game of Blades in the Dark several years ago, but it fell through. I get the same vibes from this. I think I will put together an application for sort of spellcaster.

[Citizen Sam]

Should have the full app up by this weekend. Was gonna go for an illusion-spec wizard.

[Andor]

Loquacious Character name: Loquacious (Morthos) Race: Tiefling Class: Bard (going for College of Eloquence) Background: Charlatan Personality traits (2): Flattery is my preferred trick for getting what I want. Sarcasm and insults are my weapons of choice. Ideal: Creativity. I never run the same con twice. Bond: I will do everything I can to strike out at and destroy those who ruined both my mother's and my life. Flaw: I'm convinced that no one could ever fool me the way I fool others. Backstory:   Demon. Half-breed. Devil-spawn. Morthos spent his childhood being hated, bullied, and tormented for what he was...a tiefling. His mother, a human noble, was shamed and disowned by her family upon giving birth to a demon child, though she desperately protested her innocence. Without any street smarts or marketable skills, she resorted to prostitution while trying to raise her child in the slums. Prostitutes who live long enough tend to learn the art of the con as well as more visceral arts. It was she who first taught Morthos to manipulate people to avoid being attacked, and to make friends of enemies. Unfortunately, this only worked some of the time, especially considering he had nothing anybody wanted. Few wanted a demon for a friend, even fewer wanted to stick up for one, and though the abuse slowed as Morthos learned flattery and diplomacy, it didn't disappear entirely. Morthos learned that as long as he was who and what he was, he would never escape his world of poverty and violence. So he learned to become someone else. A half-elven bard, who'd suffered his own discrimination by being of mixed blood, took pity upon Morthos and taught him the tools of the trade. Not just music, though part of his instruction involved instruments, but also how to become someone else entirely. Whether a quick shakedown or the long con, Morthos learned to not only disguise his appearance, but also his mannerisms, his background, his very nature. Naturally graceful and charming, aside from the horns, Morthos eventually began targeting the very people who had driven his mother out...the affluent and powerful. Seeing it less as a con and more his birthright, he engaged in a series of impersonations, elbow rubbing, and deep infiltration con jobs that allowed him to support himself, as well as gain more insight into that lifestyle...all the better to plan the next con. At his mentor's suggestion, he left behind the name "Morthos" and took a new name: Loquacious. His target audience found the name charmingly eccentric, though neither they nor Morthos realized that it was in his demonic nature to take a word or concept as a name. Loquacious, or Loq for short, used words and trickery to establish himself in the upper crust well enough and long enough to earn the attention of Ebonclad. The agent, finding tiny little flaws and inconsistencies in the stories and claims Loq made, did a little digging and found the truth. Rather than expose the young tiefling, she instead offered a deal: Loq could use his talents on behalf of, and to the advantage of, Ebonclad or the truth would be revealed. It really wasn't much of a choice, but neither did Loq particularly mind the opportunity to improve his lot and do some real damage. And, though he'd never admit it even to himself, feel like he finally belonged somewhere. Goal: He got into crime to survive, but joined the guild to excel...and to better strike out at the rich and powerful. RP Sample:   "Don't feel too bad, m'lad," the halfling lilted casually as she lit her pipe with a negligent gesture. Taking a few puffs to get the embers glowing in the pipe's bowl, she tossed the taper to the ground, tapping it with a toe to snuff it. After forming a few perfect smoke rings with practiced ease, the cherub-featured halfling keened a glance up toward the tiefling sulking in front of her. "Got an eye fer these things, I does. Most folks wouldn't sniff ye out, leastwise not 'less ye gave 'em reason t'do so." She winked, which Loq found irritating, though it was more because he'd been caught than because of anything else. He tried to cover his fuming with a casual fold of his arms across his chest and a one-shouldered shrug. "So, what now, then?" he asked in what he hoped sounded like a bored tone. "You going to drag me before the magistrate? Call the guards? Fire up the mob?" Normally, he wouldn't found it laughable to think that the diminutive halfling could've dragged him anywhere, but there was something about her manner, her bearing, that gave him pause. Despite being roughly waist-high to him, the halfling looked pretty solid for her size, while Loq's physique was the result of a lifetime of starvation and malnutrition. It was entirely possible that she could bodily drag him if she felt it necessary, though he could probably outrun her if it came to that. Not terribly heroic, he sighed to himself, having to run away from someone the size of a child. Then again, he'd never claimed to be a hero. Well, he had, but he'd been lying. The halfing regarded Loq shrewdly for a moment, as if calculating something Loq couldn't read. He was normally good at reading people; it came with the territory. You can't con someone effectively if you can't figure out what they're thinking, or what they want. Even the paranoid rich, who played power games and wore a perpetual poker face, could be cracked. They were used to playing against other players of the same game, who played by the same rules. Loq was playing a different game altogether, and sod the rules. "Neh," she finally said, spitting out a tiny leaf with a dainty pooh. "I'm not here ta break up yer sham...far from it. Hells, I'll even grant ye a few pointers later on, if ye like." Loq arched a brow at this. The halfling didn't particularly instill a sense of subtlety and intrigue. She seemed more the type you'd find in a tavern, not among the affluent merchants and minor lords and ladies currently attending the function one of them had thrown. Loq had secured an invitation by way of his forged credentials and had been busy working various investment and sponsorship cons when the halfling, dressed as a servant, had whispered something while refilling his wine. He'd barely heard it, but it was still clear what she'd whispered..."Morthos". Loq's shock had nearly caused him to drop his wine glass, and the halfling had deftly steadied it before it crashed to the ground before dipping her head for him to follow her a side area. It was where many deals were made that the participants didn't necessarily want publicized, so his departure was not considered strange. The halfling now regarded him with the same amused expression she'd worn when he first followed her over, as if she could read every thought in his head clearly as if it were printed on parchment. Loq got the distinct impression that she knew his thoughts about her capabilities now, as well, though she apparently cared little of his evaluation of her capabilities. "I've seen ye workin' the room," she said, with a nod toward the main function. "Smooth an' confident, ye have a talent fer this that...interested parties'd like ta nurture and improve." The amusement was gone now, and the halfling was intently serious. "I guess it would be pointless to ask which 'interested parties' these would be?" he asked, and received a look that answered his question. Something seemed off, though. "Wait..." he interjected, narrowing his eyes at her. "You knew my name, one I haven't used in years. You didn't just spot me here tonight and decide I had talent. You've been checking around on me!" If his accusatory tone bothered the halfling, she didn't show it. Merely nodding affirmation, she took his wine glass and topped it off, responding, "Aye, true. We been watchin' ye awhile now. Ye have potential, but it's potential that'll go ta waste if ye focus on bilkin' merchants and petty nobles." Handing the glass back, the halfling looked intently into Loq's eyes. "If ye wanna be a part o' somethin' bigger...somethin' a little more rewardin' than table scraps from this lot...find us." Loq took the glass, waiting for instructions on precisely how to find 'them', but the halfling merely curtsied and drifted around the corner back to the main room. Loq followed and was not terribly surprised to find that the halfling was nowhere in sight. With a sigh, he raised his glass, then frowned as the weight felt odd. He tipped the glass slowly, peering in the cup as he sipped, and saw the edge of a round, coin-like item in the bottom. Fighting the urge to immediately run off to investigate, he slowly made the rounds again, mentioning to a few key people that he was feeling a bit tired and desired to return home. After the last contact, he drained the glass and set it on a passing tray as he headed for the exit...coin stashed under his tongue. The coin turned out to be an etched map. Not much detail, but enough for Loq to find his way to the location, where producing the coin by way of invitation opened doors both physical and metaphorical.

[Remorazz]

Nelson Character name: Nelson (Orod 'Nelson' Kalokoku but only his mother calls him by his birthname) Race: Goliath (Custom Lineage) Class: Barbarian (eventually Path of the Streets) Background: Slum-Dweller Personality traits (2): I keep a worthless trinket of the slums to remind me where I’ve come from. Also I eat like a pig and have bad manners. Ideal: Brotherhood. Nothing is more important than respecting the honor among thieves. (Lawful) Bond: The guild rescued me and my mum from a life of want. I owe everything to Ebonclad. Flaw: I depend on others to give me orders, otherwise I’m reckless and attract unwanted attention. Backstory: As nomads, the Kalokoku clan got to Kintilla in a winter, but due to their naivety, they found out they could never leave as they got scammed left and right. Valla found herself almost completely alone when she gave birth to the healthy baby boy. She scrapped for every coin to keep food on a table, but a growing Goliath consumes a lot of food. By the time Nelson was a teenager she started to be more and more sick due to the burnout, and it arrived the time for the kid to sustain what little remained of the clan. His large frame provided for him pretty quickly. A loanshark needed to get the message across and hired Nelson for his intimidating presence. Little did the boy knew, that sparked the interest of an Ebonclad recruiter and a couple of jobs later, Nelson had a formal invitation. The little payment he received so far was already a fortune in his eyes, so accepting wasn't even an option, but a certainty, as the recruiter well knew. Goal: On a superficial level, money. Valla is week and not-so-young (Nelson would get bonked on the head if he said 'old') and can't provide for herself anymore. Nelson wants to provide for her a luxurious life (which is mostly just being food-secure). But on a more deep level, the big boy had always been relegated on the margins of society, never accepted due to his obvious diversity. But now a group of rich and powerful want him, for what he his, for what he can bring to the table. That's powerful stuff, even if it comes at the price of few broken bones. RP Sample:   "What? Again?" Valla said sitting up in the bed "Yes again, can you believe it?" Nelson said as he checked his knife an strapped it to the leather string at his belt. "Last time you came back with blood on you, I'm not happy with this." "Wasn't my blood.." "Is it because your markings didn't show up yet? Some boys develop later.." "It's not that, and people here think the markings are evil, I'm thankful I don't have them yet." "Well, what you're doing is bad, it's worthy of Volok-Thea." she noted while pouting. "Nobody can shun us because there are no other Kalokoku left but us." Valla wrapped herself in the run-down sheets "We are the only clan left, and I need to provide for it." "Mmmh.." grumbled the mother from the cocoon on the bed "We haven't skipped a meal since I started working for Avilriani, isn't that an improvement? We're even starting save money, that's a first!" Another grumble from the bundle of rags on the bed, Valla was volok-kanu or "half-shunning" Nelson. She would forgive him... eventually...

Discovered PbP and 5th during the pandemic on Discord, but am new to the site, commands are a bit different but I think I got them.

I think this is the first barbarian I ever saw (in my limited experience) without a two handed weapon (I mean, it would probably get too much attention..).

[Oakie]

Thank you, @Andor and @Remorazz for your apps. Less common races add spice.

@Andor, the Player's Reference (linked in my first post in this thread) has some spells Loquacious might like. The Voices spell in particular seems up his alley.

@Remorazz, the Path of the Streets could fit Nelson at 3rd Level and beyond. FYI: The Goliath race isn't in one of the allowed sourcebooks I specified. It comes from the "Elemental Evil Player's Compendium." Don't sweat it for now, though. I won't hold it against your app. If I choose Nelson for the team, we can discuss then whether to change his race or make an exception for a Goliath.

[Remorazz]

Ach!

My bad! I assumed Goliaths got reprinted in one of those.. could go firbolg or orc, I'm still going with custom lineage anyways as he was born and brought up in Kintilla.

In my head he was going to be an ogre or half-ogre, but since they are not a playable race, I'll adapt. Really I was just thinking of a burly dumb guy with a touch of exotic, so I'm open to discuss it later (if chosen).

[GleefulNihilism]

Just wanted to add that comments/critique of Boz are encouraged. Thank you.

[Oakie]

I figure I'll give character suggestions -- and we can all give each other suggestions -- after I choose the team and as the players are finalizing their characters. If nothing else, I'll be giving setting information that might inspire changes.

Originally Posted by GleefulNihilism

Just wanted to add that comments/critique of Boz are encouraged. Thank you.

[Dukklord]

Application Character name: Maekrix Iothweyog; Krix, The Holy Poison Race: Green Dragonborn Class: Paladin, taking the Oath of Secrets at Lvl 3 Background: Bureaucrat Personality traits (2): Politics is a game that must be played with patience, and I have the patience of a dragon. I'm utterly bored by people who don't think the way I do. Ideal: Disorder: The Laws of this city are threads in a blanket of order. Let's see what happens when we pull one. Bond: My guild mates are my backbone. I'll do anything to keep Ebonclad's secrets hidden. Flaw: I secretly believe that everyone is beneath me. Appearance: Maekrix is tall and lean, when he's wearing his noble attire his physique is unassuming. His clothes sporting a deep purple hue, with gold trim to highlight his royal status. Maekrix likes to flaunt his power, but don't mistake that for being loose with his secrets. When wearing his armour, the extra bulk combined with a change in posture causes him to appear larger and more imposing. His scales are an almost shimmering green reminiscent of lively grass. The ridges in his skull and the small horn like spikes growing out of it were almost reminiscent of a crown, giving him a regal appearance Without being too overstated. The expression he carries on his face at most times is one of a smug, sardonic calm. Backstory:   Maekrix Iothweyog, the first born to King Kavathun, and Queen Ipexenel. I'm also open to changing this to being just a prominent noble family, if being royalty isn't ideal for you. Additionally I am bad with names for locations so I do not have a name for this nation at this time, if you want to come up with one, fantastic, otherwise I will try to have one ready by the time this would start in case it has to come up in RP.A royal family of a small nation of Dragonborn. His parents were confident in their first born, so much so that they named him the draconic word for "leader". Growing up Maekrix was doted on by his parents, wanting him to grow up a powerful ruler in his father's stead. Something his parents made sure to remind him of in every moment of his life. Their plans for his future were never subtle. Throughout his life he would be taught the ways of royal politics, learning how to navigate the tense socio-political environment. Maekrix proved to be a natural gossip, taking to the flighty chitter chatter of nobles talking behind each other's backs. He made an effort to learn as many secrets as he could, spreading them back around to the right recipients to spark a heated fight in even the most polite of environments. He took a great deal of pleasure in dismantling the facade of respect these people held. In tandem he would be taught how to fight and defend himself and his people. Kavathun believed a king's army was only as strong as the king themselves. Maekrix received extensive training in both combat, and commanding, the latter of which he actually struggled with, despite the praise he was receiving he didn't feel like he was living up to his name. Swinging a hammer, however? That felt as natural as moving his arm. Despite his lean appearance his draconic lineage gave him a strength you wouldn't suspect at a glance. Every aspect of his upbringing was meant to mold him into his land's next great king. Most people in his position would be happy to inherit the title of king, but Maekrix was not. Maekrix wanted the power the position would grant him, sure, but he didn't want it to be given to him. No, he wanted to take it for himself. When the Great Kavathun passed away, they were quick to begin Maekrix's coronation. But rather than accept his inherited place on the throne, Maekrix turned down the crown, passing the title of king on to his brother, Uurdric. He instead announced he would be traveling abroad as a bureaucrat, nesting his way into the political workings of whatever city he fancied. He wanted to make his name known because he had earned it, not because his father had died. With many arguments and attempts to change his mind, Maekrix was set in his decision. Traveling on the road for some time, it took him awhile to shake the armed escort his family sent after him. Eventually he settled on Kintilla, the city-state represented an ideal hunting grounds for the kind of self made political power he was after. The Dragonborn quickly gained access to the political world as a traveling prince seeking to establish connections. It didn't take long for him to get word quiz the Ebonclad. It was even less time before he knew he wanted in. He decided to try and get their attention, he would become an info broker. Dealing in the secrets and gossip the nobles of Kintilla would do anything to keep from getting out. He knew people would pay good for that information, and that the nobles would pay even better to keep it from getting out. And should someone try to interfere with his game, he knew how to break them. In the halls of Nobles he was known as Prince Maekrix Iothweyog, to his criminal clients he was Krix, The Holy Poison. While he hasn't been at it long, he's confident in his abilities. Goal: Why is your character into crime? What do they want from life? Why did they accept the offer to join Ebonclad? Maekrix simply sees the benefit of underhanded dealings in the political world. No one makes it to the top on their own without tearing down someone else, and that's something he enjoys doing. He sees the Ebonclad as a safety network, a good foundation to build his legacy and power from. If he can operate with people he trusts on his side then he knows he can succeed. RP Sample:   So admittedly, I'm not super happy with this as an RP example specifically. I had an idea on how to showcase the kind of person Maekrix is, and I think it's good for THAT. But I'll include a link to my current RP as well, there's a few posts you can look over there. Which is still just starting so I'm getting a feel for the character. On top of that it's been a long time since I've done this kind of writing, and I'm new to this site. Which is to say there aren't a LOT of examples out there, and it might be a tad rusty. This post in particular may be a good example. Knock! Knock! Knock! The sound of someone at the door carried through the building. "I wasn't expecting company at this time." Maekrix muttered. He set down the tray in his hands as another set of knocks rang out. "Coming!" He called out before hurrying to the door, grumbling along the way. When the door swung open he was surprised at who he found knocking at his door. He hadn't known who would be pounding on his door at this time to begin with, but he certainly hadn't expected a young teen boy. A human, he couldn't have been more than 16. Despite the tall green dragon standing before him the kid quickly pushed his way inside. "Is Krix here? Are you Krix? I need blackmail, right away!" The kid was talking fast and loud while looking around frantically. Maekrix grabbed the kids shoulder and turned him to face him. "Whoa, whoa, calm down kid. Lower your voice." Maekrix tried to reign in the kids energy. "I can pay! Please I need The Holy Poison!" The kid seemed frantic, he looked desperate even. "Shhh, come with me." Maekrix led the child into his living room and sat him down on a couch. Once he got the kid sitting still he sat down in a chair across from him. "Now tell me why it is you've come to me." As he asked this he crossed his legs. "It's my mom! I mean.. Mom and me have always been poor. But Mom just got a job as one of Lord Fimblurs maids. I wanted to get blackmail and make him marry Mom so we'll be rich! Besides, I think he's going to die soon so I need to hurry so we can get in his will!" The kid spouted out, still at a rapid pace. Maekrix couldn't help but smile at the child's quick tale. "I like your style, kid. I don't have anything for you right now, but if you write down your address, I'll have something juicy delivered to you." Maekrix stood up and retrieved a paper and something to write with. When he set the tools before the kid, he began pulling out a coin purse. "Oh no no no, don't you worry about payment. You remind me of myself, making your own plays for power." Once the kid had written down his address Maekrix lead him back to his front door. "Thank you so much Mr. Krix! Are you sure I don't need to pay you?" The kid asked. "Actually, if you wouldn't mind telling me how you learned of me and how to find me?" He asked with a friendly grin. "Oh, the nice man at the docks, Vendra told me." "Vendra you say? Thank you, you'll have your blackmail shortly. Oh and one last thing. We never do our business like this. If you ever need my services again you leave a letter with the details. You'll receive information about a drop for payment, and you'll receive what you need after I've confirmed payment. Enjoy your future life young one." Maekrix explained while peeking around his door. He swiftly shut the door, returned to his kitchen to retrieve his tray and headed upstairs as he has intended to from the start. "Who was that?" Asked his guest. "Oh nothing, just an invitation. Now what was it you were telling me, Lord Fimblur?" Maekrix asked while pouring a cup of tea for his guest. -- -- Later the same day, shortly after sunset. Knock! Knock! Knock! Maekrix knocked against the door of Vendra's home. He waited a few moments before Vendra finally opened the door. As soon as the man saw the green Dragonborn standing before him he grew pale. "K-Krix! To what do I owe the pleasure?" He stammered through his greeting. "Oh Vendra. You know why I'm here. Why don't you invite me in?" His tone was serious, missing the almost playful energy he carried most any other time. Vendra gulped and began to lead the dragonborn into his home. Maekrix walked into the room, his boots thudding against the wood as he walked heavy with the task at hand. His armour rattled as he strode up behind his client. With one swift motion he swung a garrote around Vendra's neck. The metal wire hugging his flesh, but not breaking the skin. "You know I can't have you handing my name out like candy to kids." He tightened the wire. "I know! I-I know, b-but I'm not going to be using your services anymore. I've got a good thing going on. I thought you could use the client." He choked out. "Honey! Who was at the door?" A female voice called from the staircase. A moment later a woman carrying a baby came down the stairs and screamed when she saw what was happening. "I appreciate the thought, Vendra, but the kid was sloppy, didn't follow the rules." He whispered as he backed towards the door with Vendra. The man's wife was pressing her body against the back wall. This seems far enough. Maekrix thought before taking a deep breath. When he exhaled a cloud of green gas flowed over Vendra's shoulder and filled the space in front of him, spreading out and obscuring the view in the room. "What were you thinking, starting a family with your record, Vendra? You know you walk a dangerous line." He continued to whisper as Vendra begged and cried. When the poison gas cleared the woman and the child were completely unharmed, having been just out of range. Maekrix released the garrote and laughed. "I'm no monster Vendra, really." He stated aloud before drawing his Warhammer from his hip. Before the woman could even scream The hammer was brought down swiftly into the side of Vendra's knee. The joint bent to the side with a sickening crunch and Vendra screamed out in pain. The baby began crying and the woman ran to the man's side. "Be more careful Vendra. I like you, but if I have to come back here again? Well, let's just say you'd better make sure your lady here has plenty of black in her wardrobe." Maekrix walked out of the house, closing the door on his way out. He shook his head as he began his walk back home. That idiot, I don't want to have to break that family. He thought to himself. Tearing down nobles furthered his goals, this kind of work was just covering his tracks. Hurting someone lower than him wouldn't help him. A few blocks away he spotted a town guard on patrol, tossed him a coin and told the guard he'd heard a scream from a house he'd passed a few blocks back. The guard thanked him and quickly headed on his way. The Holy Poison dropped off a package for a new client on the way back home for a good night's rest.

[Andor]

Originally Posted by Oakie

@Andor, the Player's Reference (linked in my first post in this thread) has some spells Loquacious might like. The Voices spell in particular seems up his alley.

That does seem like the perfect spell for him, since I was already gearing toward Disguise Self. They'd complement each other nicely!