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[Caellath]

Finished my sheet.

[CrimsonEon]

Looks interesting, I'll come up with a charsheet in a bit

EDIT:

Spoiler: Charsheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Shruick Kasslain
Gender:  Male
Race:  Draconian
Bio: The intricacies of society never came easy to Shruick, standing apart from most denizens of the world with a hostile appearance and an even more detached demeanor. Living in a sort of accompanied solitude, Shruick spent most of his life amidst a small cadre of draconians on the border of a large village. He was raised with a partiular dislike for the developments of civilization, how machines, and more notably guns, have been used to destroy as much as create.

Despite this, Shruick displayed an incredible aptitude with mechanics, having created machines able to assist the agricultural development of his home village. But his uneasiness of technology would come to a breaking point when a group of bandits, carrying an armory's worth of masterfully crafted guns, razed the village to the ground, barely escaping himself. Now left with nowhere else to call home, and having amassed a wealth of mechanical ability and even taking up dueling for a time, Shruick travels across the land, unconcerned with what life will throw at him.

Description: Surprisingly short by draconic standards, Shruick stands 5'7 surrounded by a black luster due to his dark scales, emphasizing the sharp amber eyes peering from his stoic face. He is of a robust, medium build, with a couple scarred nicks around his mouth and neck.

Level:  1
Skill-ups:  0

Class: Tinker
Skills:
Intution, 1
Sneakiness, 0
Athletics, 0
-----
Melee Skill, 1
Gun Skill, 1
Damage Resistance, 0
-----
Alchemy, 0
Engineering, 2
Enchanting, 0

Inventory:
Steel Sabre: Well crafted and subject to plenty of wear across Shruick's travels, this plain sabre has served as his primary armament for most of his life.
Small Toolkit: A small satchel that is completely loaded with the basic necessities needed to operate on anything mechanical.

Skills and Abilities: 
Melee: Basic Attack
Ranged: Crippling Shot

[V-Norrec]

Spoiler: Done. (click to show/hide)

Name: Mordekhai Sarvedon
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Bio:
One of the byproducts of conflict, Mordekhai was born to and raised up until his first years by loving parents who he does not remember. Almost the entirety of his life was spent with the man who adopted him, a crestfallen paladin. Called by the name of Veke Sarvedon, the man seemed to have had a long life of fierce combat and violence, affirming his beliefs by the strength of his weapons and skill, ignoring friends, family and allies while carving a bloody path and amassing a good amount of fame as a peerless Crusader. By the time he found Mordekhai, he was already disillusioned about his whole life and disappointed with what he had achieved by fighting alone for all that time. His actions could be considered righteous by most people, but his mind was still troubled.

When raising the child, Veke made sure Mordekhai would learn to be more than he had been, more of a man and less of a single-minded beast. He taught his adopted son how to fight, but explained fighting for fighting itself could make for a bitter life when if you lasted enough to get old and nostalgic, wondering what you had lost along the way. As death approached, the old man granted Mordekhai the title of Crusader and surrendered the young man his equipment, finally dying in peace, the weight of duty relieved from his shoulders and the knowledge he had raised a better person than he had been.

Mordekhai accepted what had been bested upon him and moved on, to find his own path, keeping what he had been taught close to his mind at all times.

Description: Heavily-armored with a full helmet and iron will. Below the armor resides a tall young man of copper hair and deep blue eyes, with a muscular body trained and used to the heavy plate it dons as a second skin.

Level:  1
Skill-ups:  0

Class: Crusader
Skills:
Intution, 0
Sneakiness, 0
Athletics, 1
-----
Melee Skill, 1
Gun Skill, 0
Damage Resistance, 3
-----
Alchemy, 0
Engineering, 0
Enchanting, 0

Inventory:
- Sanctified Legion Plate Armor :: Heavy plate armor apparently made especially for his mentor, it sports purity seals, parchments, symbols and trinkets, aside from being built with the "classical" large shoulderguards and a high gorget.
- Spiked Flail :: A flail: a large spiked ball mace hanging by a chain connected to a metal handle, lightly decorated in the same way as the armor.
Skills and Abilities:
-Melee: Basic Attack.
-Holy: Lesser heal

Ya done missed a skill in melee that you get an ability for.

[Caellath]

Ya done missed a skill in melee that you get an ability for.

Sorry and done. Tanky build ftw.

[lawastooshort]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Tikan

Gender:  Female
Race:  Human
Bio:  Tikan was... no. You'd have to go further back to explain. Her grandfather was... planted, so to speak, an investigator and a warden in the service of a great lord, planted in foreign lands like the grass, to grow and become unremarkable, a part of the background, poised to strike when finally called upon, placed to listen when others might expect him not to. To his enemies he was a teacher, and viewed as a friend; to his overlord he was one more cog in a machine.
Her grandfather trained her father; passed on the secret techniques, the allegiance, the lie that he himself had lived and, when he died an old man, the duty passed to Tikan.
Not long after, two generations worth of hiding in the open and quietly collecting the information that would lay bare the enemies of Tikan's overlord vanished in a flash. War took over the land. Her family's years of service were soon worth nothing as, although she remained undiscovered, her overlord's dynasty was toppled. She set out to find somewhere else to grow, her mind a mix of acceptance at her family's fate and simmering, barely understood turmoil. She didn't quite know what she was for anymore, as daft as she found the idea.

Description: Tikan is 5 foot 5, fairly slim and dresses plainly. She, like her father and grandfather, used to pretend to be – no, used to be, in fact – a village tutor, earning a very meagre keep teaching the children of more well off familes how to read and write. This sometimes comes across in her demeanour. She's in her late twenties.

Level:  1
Skill-ups:  0

Class:  Thief
Skills:
Intution, 2
Sneakiness, 1
Athletics, 1
-----
Melee Skill, 1
Gun Skill, 0
Damage Resistance, 0
-----
Alchemy, 0
Engineering, 0
Enchanting, 0

Inventory: Hidden knife. A pouch around her belt containing basic writing equipment.
Skills and Abilities:  Basic Attack, Thrust

[Caellath]

@lawastooshort: Well, I don't see too much problem with two sneaky characters. We already have a Healer and I built that Crusader to be very resilient. Backstab all you like.

[Dwarmin]

My chars more scouty than stabby.

So makes yours a bit more offense oriented maybe, and we'll compliment each other nicely. ^^

Edit: Actually, I think I'll change my class to Nightwatcher and let you be the sneak Lawas. We could use another offensive and my names not in the player list yet anyway, so I guess I can still change it.

[lawastooshort]

My chars more scouty than stabby.

So makes yours a bit more offense oriented maybe, and we'll compliment each other nicely. ^^

Ok, that'll work. I was making it more spy-y than scouty or fighty, but I guess I don't mind stabby. Hold on...

edit: I made it a bit sneakier and a bit less stabby than it was to begin with.

[Caellath]

I just fixed a little mistake in my sheet.

Also, it seems we have a healer, scout, crusader and now a stabby character.

[Dwarmin]

Alright, I kept my sneak skills, but chased my base class to Nightwatcher.

So Lawastooshort can keep his niche.

[V-Norrec]

Where is my jump and shoot man?

[Dwarmin]

@V-Norrec: Wut?

[Caellath]

Where is my jump and shoot man?

Strange, isn't it? The acrobatic, gunslinging guy who shoots as many one-liners as bullets, one of the most glorified, over-the-top type of characters, and he hasn't appeared so far.

[Dwarmin]

My char is sneak and shoot not much jumping needed!

Edit: Alright, I keep pecking at my sheet and changing minor things, but it's totally done now.

[CrimsonEon]

Whelp, if there's still room on the playerlist, I've finished my charsheet. Otherwise put me on the waitlist