Shattered Honour: Signup, Intro, etc.

peener weener · September 16, 2012

Name: Bilbo

Sex: Yes

Nationality: tascara

RPer: Guishermo

Age: uh. 48.

Appearance: monkish, kinda fat, kinda balding. lost a lot of weight recently because he shat his pants about fifty times in a row. also war and shit and running around i guess. whatevs.

uh. Lightish brown hair. Balding. Yeah. Soft features, and sort of on the pale side. Blue eyes (white dragon).

Personality: holier than thou, kind of dumb though. At least he knows a lot of shit in general, having access to the monastery library. Tends to treat people like shit, and claims Venus has given him moral superiority. Huge Venus worshipper.

Backstory: small town kid, grew up in a venus monastery. got the monk habits, as well as the bad monk habits. was taken as apprentice by the apothecary. was pretty much dragged to the war to treat the injured, and of course, fight. they're pretty hard in numbers, ya know.

He led a fairly laid back life, getting fat and barely working the fields. Lately he hasn't eaten as much nor worked as little since Tascara's about to blow over. This mildly upset him. His parents weren't very rich but rich enough to get him into the biggest god's monastery. They both died by the time the war Bilbo was dragged into happened, of old age.

He used to dream of being a great warrior one day, as all boys did in Tascara, but with time he fell into mediocrity as well as obesity. This was erkindled just a bit when he was heading to the fields of the war, but the flame died like a seal being hit by a spiky club as soon as he saw the enemy.

His weapon of choice is a crossbow, and he would not touch a mace with a yardlong stick to fight. He is ok with a MORNING STAR though.

Class: Apothecary

Level: 1

Attributes: 3/9/7/6

Skills: Support

Equipment: MONK HABITS

Edited September 18, 2012 by Stolypin Necktie

Parrhesia · September 16, 2012

I am in love (yes)

Edited September 16, 2012 by Furetchen

peener weener · September 16, 2012

this is my first rp please be gentle dorks

Parrhesia · September 16, 2012

i will never be gentle

BEST TRYNDAMERE PLAYER · September 16, 2012

Name: Seiden Turant

Sex: Male

Nationality: Bernician

RPer: JOEY

Age: 18

Appearance: http://i.imgur.com/yvmc9.png

Personality: Laid back, charismatic, classy.

Backstory: Having been born into an upper-class family of wine merchants in the Berncian States, Seiden was a man of class. He was sophisticated, well-educated, and charismatic. He was well-liked amongst the people. Little did people know that Seiden did a little thieving on the side by pocketing whatever he could whenever he was invited over to other people's houses and generally got away with it, he was also good at bribing winemakers for their recipes. One day during a trip to Tascara he figured it would be okay to have a couple of drinks using a recently acquired wine recipe, little did he know that the recipe included chemicals capable of putting people into a coma, upon getting drunk he wandered into a nearby field and passed out. During his alcohol-induced coma, a monk named Bilbo walked by and seemed interested thus taking him to his monastery to take care of Seiden as well as trying to teach him the ways of his people. Seiden leaves the monastery shortly after, Bilbo ends up hoping for the day the two of them meet again.

Class: Rogue

Level: One.

Attributes: 6 Str/5 Sta/4 Dex/10 Agi

Skills: Defensive

Equipment: He carries a sword as well as a bag of rations

Edited September 19, 2012 by EVE MID OR AFK

peener weener · September 17, 2012

that is not why he is in love, and that name is far from the first draft u_u

eclipse · September 17, 2012

You guys get comments, etc. from me when I'm not busy. Whenever that is.

ReformBlade · September 17, 2012

Name: Angeline Atros

Sex: Female (It's a dream I've always had)

Nationality: Bernician States

RPer: ReformBlade

Age: 23

Appearance: Blue eyes, grey hair mediumish in length, a rather strong build, various gashing scars across her cheeks.

Personality: Friendly despite her looks, though she might get pissed if you stare or go out of your way to point out a flaw. Oh by the way, a bit of an ego.

Backstory: Growing up, Angeline was a rather diligent child, a goody-two-shoes almost. Of course, nothing stays golden forever. Fights would break out among her friends, and she would usually be the on stepping in to stop them, often getting bruised in the process. Her parents breathed a sigh of relief when she came home from her first scuffle, wondering if she'd ever make it in this day and age. Before Angeline knew it, she was marching into a battle, one that seemed hopeless when the enemy appeared. One that made her fear for her life, enough to run and hide. "Live to fight another day, I say..."

Class: Warrior

Level: 1

Attributes: 8/10/2/5

Skills: Support

(literal copy and paste with minor changes to coincide with new names. If error, then fix.)

Edited September 17, 2012 by ReformBlade

Defeatist Elitist · September 17, 2012

Name: Angeline Atros Sex: Female Nationality: Bernician States RPer: Who the hell else? Age: 23 Appearance: Blue eyes, grey hair mediumish in length, a rather strong build, various gashing scars across her cheeks. Personality: Friendly despite her looks, though she might get pissed if you stare or go out of your way to point out a flaw. Oh by the way, a bit of an ego. Backstory: Growing up, Angeline was a rather diligent child, a goody-two-shoes almost. Of course, nothing stays golden forever. Fights would break out among her friends, and she would usually be the on stepping in to stop them, often getting bruised in the process. Her parents breathed a sigh of relief when she came home from her first scuffle, wondering if she'd ever make it in this day and age. Before Angeline knew it, she was marching into a battle, one that seemed hopeless when the enemy appeared. One that made her fear for her life, enough to run and hide. "Live to fight another day, I say..." Class: Warrior Level: 1 Attributes: 8/10/2/5 Skills: Support Equipment: NONE so far.

(literal copy and paste with minor changes to coincide with new names. If error, then fix.)

what the actual fuck

Inactive Account · September 17, 2012

something has gone horribly wrong

ReformBlade · September 17, 2012

what the actual fuck

Chrome has the herpatitis derpes when it comes to copy pasting on this site.

Rothene · September 17, 2012

Name: Edgar

Sex: Male

Nationality: Tascaran

RPer: Rothene

Age: 18

Appearance: Lanky man with curly brown hair and dark brown eyes

Personality: Dodgy about his past. Cowardly and dislikes being struck, or rather, not used to. Pessimistic to the core and gullible to superstition.

Backstory: Son of a wealthy Tascaran merchant, Edgar was taught how to read and write, important traits for a merchant when making signs and written deals. The grand study of basic mathematics was also conveyed to him from a young age in order to grasp the basic premise of buying low and selling high early. During his early teens his father had him sent to learn about herblore and the sort from some apothecaries in order to start a business of making 'miracle' cures in the future.

It was not the dishonest way of living future that stopped Edgar from grasping the finer methods of poulstice making, but rather his greater fascination in the crossbow that some of the people who taught him had. Learning about the anatomy of various living things and practice with careful vivisection of live animals had allowed Edgar to discover his natural dexterity, which had proven useful to him during his hunting sessions with the crossbow.

Unfortunately, he found out his father was growing impatient with his lack of improvement in the field of study that really counted, herblore. The brewing formulas kept slipping his memory, and when news got out that his father was planning to have him brought home to discuss about the gold he was wasting, Edgar took with him the last few gold his father had sent him to fund his education and enlisted in the military.

Class: Scout

Level: 1

Attributes: Str5/Sta4/Dex6/Agi10

Skills: Support

Equipment: of note, a spangenhelm with a lucky charm the shape of a crescent moon strapped onto it. He bought the whole thing from a retired soldier long ago to bring him 'good luck' Look where that got him... >_>

Everyone's favourite crossbow expert needs to be part of the team...preferably with a sneaky backstabbing partner to kill things quickly from well placed ambush locations. Probably sitting out most of the action until Christmas.

EDIT-With some changes so now he's no longer to awesome sniper he used to be 8[

Edited September 18, 2012 by Rothene

peener weener · September 17, 2012

Castrian ain't a thing no more from what I kin see

Parrhesia · September 17, 2012

Castrian of old is Tascaran of new.

Ether · September 18, 2012

Name: Leonhard

Sex: Male

Nationality: Tascaran

RPer: Ether

Age: 37

Appearance: Leonhard's main physical trait is his outstanding bulk. He stands well over a head higher than most of his compatriots, clocking in at 216 cm tall(7'1"). Coupled with his muscular physique, he is considered a towering giant by most. His auburn hair is slightly past shoulder length, usually pulled back into a sloppy ponytail, and he keeps a light stubble about his chin. His eyes are a chestnut brown.

Personality: Leonhard is generally kindhearted, if not a bit easily irritable. Brave and honourable to a fault, he never turns his back to an enemy, even in retreat staring them down.

Backstory: Leonhard was born the son of a humble town smith, whose only notable jobs were repairing and selling to the local military fort. The town was never much for combat however, and after a time, the fort fell to little more than ruins. With no need for weaponry and armour, the smith`s stockpile of funds began to dwindle year by year, his wife's pleas to find another way of living left unheeded.

"This is what I was born to do. I am far too old to change it now... but our son... he can make a name for himself somewhere... it is too late for me to learn a new career now."

With those words, the 20 year old Leonhard's future was decided. Told do abandon smithing by the man who taught him all he knew, and to earn his keep as the fighter his body screamed for him to be. With the parting gift of a set of sturdy steel platemail and the heavy steel blade that the father thought best suited his son, Leonhard left the small town to embark on his days of working as a mercenary to support his ailing and aging family.

And make a name for himself he certainly did. He lived poorly, sending all but what he required to live to the father that had given him his path in life. On the battlefield he came to be known as 'Leon the Crusher', a name derived from the sheer power of his blows, said to effortlessly rip men in half with a hard swing of his blade.

After the small rural town of his origin was wiped from the map in a skirmish with Othidia, Leonhard brought himself to join the ranks of the Tascaran military engaging the bastards who killed them off. To be forced to retreat against the horde and be branded a deserter plagues Leonhard's thoughts, and he wants nothing more than to tear into that horde a second time to restore his honour, and avenge his parents.

Class: Mercenary

Level: 1

Attributes: Str 10/Sta 8/Dex 6/Agi 1

Skills: Slam, Shieldbreaker

Equipment:

- Heavy Platemail(Battered) - 6 armour

- "Leonhard's Cleaver" - 7 Mt/5 Hit sword, deals hacking damage, cannot parry.

Edited September 18, 2012 by Ether

Parrhesia · September 18, 2012

Approved, and the deadline for being in the initial group is TWO DAYS or so. So yeah, hurry hurry!

Nanami Touko · September 18, 2012

Name: Jordan Marois

Sex: Male

Nationality: Tascaran

RPer: Seph1212

Age: 21

Appearance: [spoiler=Never actually watched this show]

He's also 5'10"!

Personality: Jordan isn’t an intellectual by any means. He takes pride in being able to point out the obvious and attempts to outwit others when he disagrees with them, often to no avail; it’s not like he doesn’t try, though. And sometimes he’s right! This is very rare, though. If you know comedy, you might refer to him as the straight man. Outside of arguments, he’s boisterous and likes to talk, but tends to shrink back quite easily when confronted. It’s why he prefers the crossbow; no one there, trying to stab a sword into him, metaphorical or otherwise.

Backstory: Jordan is a little Tascaran boy, raised by his father and mother who ran a bakery to make ends meet. He would help them make the dough and keep the fire up so the bread cooked, and that was how he lived. It was an alright life. He was planning on taking over the shop, settling down with one of the nice girls in town, but an unfortunate invasion led to these plans being overthrown, as he scrambled away for his life. His parents met with their end that day, but he managed to escape death. He was always good on his feet.

Class: Scout

Level: 1

Attributes: Str: 4 Sta: 6 Dex: 8 Agi: 7

Skills: Skirmish, Distract.

Equipment: standard army issue stuff. Legit.

MKAY. I don't think I screwed anything up o 3 o

Edited September 18, 2012 by seph1212

Parrhesia · September 18, 2012

Approved.

The combat section of the OP has been cleaned up and made less stupid. Tell me if there's anything you don't understand. Exact weapon/armour stats of what you have will be given later.

Parrhesia · September 18, 2012

OP repeatedly edited until I THINK this is the final version.

For now. :p

Ether · September 18, 2012

Name: Alice-chan

Sex: Yes please. Wait this is supposed to say female.

Nationality: Dracian

RPer: Ether

Age: 16

Appearance:

Except cut the top lower and shorten the skirt a bit. Far too modest if we leave it as is.

Personality: Extremely whiny and oblivious, with a penchant for being exceptionally not very good at just about anything.

Backstory: A pampered noble from the upper rungs of Dracian society, Alice was quite popular among a group of fanspedophiles that hung around the Capitol city, receiving the affectionate title of 'Alice-chan' for her 'adorable appearance'. Eventually her fame got the best of her though, as she was kidnapped and held for ransom. Due to nearly bankrupting her family with her prior shopping, the ransom was not paid, and eventually, the young Alice-chan was dropped off somewhere in the vicinity of the Tascaran-Othidian war zone,her captors having ceased to give a shit, and having grown weary of her talking. Surviving the battle through some combination of luck and clumsily evading arrow fire via tripping and landing chest first on the ground, Alice-chan finds herself with the remnants of the Tascaran army...

Class: Archer

Level: 1

Attributes: 1/7/9/8

Skills: Power Shot, Headshot

Equipment:

- Longbow - Standard longbow, aside from the fact that the wood has been dyed a neon pink, and there are flowers weaved into the string

- Skimpy Clothing - Can't be gallivanting about in the woods without the standard micromini and low cut top, can we?

- Puny Knife - Supposedly used to fend off melee attackers, but you would need the defences of a paperclip to be hurt by this thing... a paperclip made out of melted butter, if you want to get technical.

Edited September 18, 2012 by Ether

Parrhesia · September 18, 2012

I'm scared.

Strunk · September 18, 2012

For some reason, there seem to be more children in this army than adults. And they managed to survive better, somehow.

Defeatist Elitist · September 18, 2012

For some reason, there seem to be more children in this army than adults. And they managed to survive better, somehow.

smaller targets

Parrhesia · September 18, 2012

Nah, remember these are the ones that ran like cowards instead of dying like true men.

Blasied · September 18, 2012

I like making characters so, regardless of my activity levels, let's go.

Name: Varon

Sex: Male

Nationality: Castrian Tascaran

RPer: Blasied

Age: 26

Appearance: Tall but otherwise fairly generic. His longish brown hair is perpetually tied into a ponytail. Bearded. Somewhat intimidating to look at. Usually looks tired.

Personality: He's actually a mild mannered pushover who rarely speaks to others. The closer you get to know him however, the more of a jerk he becomes because he feels he knows you well enough to stop putting on social airs to make a good impression. Likes plants. And fire.

Backstory: The only son of a farming family, tiring work was never foreign to him. His history with plants led him to seek out the village apothecary when he was required to become an apprentice to someone (go out, get a job, see the world, meet a girl and MAKE US SOME DAMN MONEY!) He cut a lot of herbs in his work and became very precise with his hands and eyesight. However his boss had no clue how to manage money and the last job Varon was ever given from him was to burn down the apothecary to claim insurance money. Finding himself out of a job he went back home to the loving embrace of his family who were so overjoyed to see him again that they immediately dragged him off to the army to keep getting them a steady income. Since his joining, several small fires started happening throughout the army buildings, although no one ever found out precisely how they started or why the plants never burned. Varon quickly distanced himself from the over-eager fighting types to become a medic. In a pinch he could always be relied upon to burn the wound shut if nothing else had worked. Five hours after he was deployed into the war zone, Varon saw his first corpse. This prompted him to run for the hills which led him into the current situation.

Class: Apothecary

Level: 1

Attributes: Str 5/Sta 8/Dex 8/Agi 4

Skills: Offensive

Equipment: Unknown as of now

Yay.

Have a man. None of this piddly boy-scout stuff.

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