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[Tiruin]

2. Sometimes people will reserve and then never get sheets up. Sometimes GMs will be ready to start when this happens, and thus skip them. :3

No that's only you _{I'm being mean and sorry. >__<}

2. I'm kinda glad there's a lot of people interested. I might bump up the player count to 8 if you guys want me to. Do you want two extra players? That might mean I'll take longer to write the turns, though.

I just do not want this to die.

[Cheesecake]

2. I'm kinda glad there's a lot of people interested. I might bump up the player count to 8 if you guys want me to. Do you want two extra players? That might mean I'll take longer to write the turns, though.

I just do not want this to die.

Um, blame that on my short attention span and inability to organize.  And thanks for caring Tiruin. 

[wolfchild]

Well i can take less frequent updates if everyone else can

[Gamerlord]

So long as they are still coming, no matter how long it takes.

[Harry Baldman]

Name: Gertrude "Gorilla" Thompson
Sex: Female
Age: 42
Occupation: Traveling Scholar (+10 Int)
Backstory: Gertrude, an aspiring biologist in her youth, has always gravitated toward the science of biology. Life fascinates her, life of all shapes and sizes, its relation to the animate and inanimate forces of the world. This, combined with her wanderlust, has made her take up the life of a traveling scholar, a life of great hardship and great rewards, if you find knowledge to be a great reward. She is particularly interested in the more hostile biotopes of the world, and the mysterious ways of invertebrates and fungi. She doesn't really like violence, finding that it gets in the way of things far too often. Also, having a rather comprehensive knowledge of what might or might not kill you in a forest at any given point doesn't really do wonders for one's sense of security.
Appearance: about six feet tall and rather powerfully built, with a plain face and thick, messy black hair kept short for utility purposes. She smells of moss most of the time, and has a tendency to scratch herself when nervous.

Skills: (All of them start at 20, and you have 100 points to add to them. Your bonus is the tens digit of the skill, ie. 34 has a bonus of 3)
WS 20-10 = 10
BS 20-10 = 10
S 20+30 = 50
T 20+30 = 50
Per 20+20 = 40
Int 20+10+10+10 = 50
Fel 20+10+10 = 40
Wil 20-10 = 10

Affinity: Scholar (Biology), Silver Tongue
Incompatibilities: Fearful, Pacifist

Inventory:
Clothes - Scholar's Robe
Boots
Hammer
Leather Helm
One Bag of Horse Jerky
Dissection Set


Also, hate to be that guy, but does this really belong in the RTD section, having no RTD elements at all?

PS: Stick with six players, definitely. Eight players makes things drawn-out and confusing, not to mention increases the workload extremely.

So long as they are still coming, no matter how long it takes.

Can't echo this sentiment. A game has to keep moving at a good pace, and the longer you wait between updates, the harder it is to hammer out a new one.

[Cheesecake]

Well, um, we roll dice? That qualifies to be in the RtD section maybe?

[Dwarmin]

Finished up my sheet. Sudden business forced me away for a bit this morning.

[Caellath]

Getting a sheet done soon and stuff.

Spoiler: Character (click to show/hide)

Name: Falken Stiehr
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Occupation: Plague Doctor (+10 Willpower)
Backstory: Born to a family of traditional herbalists and plant-growers with some local renown, Falken was given a name considered inspiring and strong due to the high hopes put on his future, expectations at first corresponded as he slow but surely learned the family's trade. He grew healthy and fine, his interests expanding towards rudimentary medicine when he hit his teenage years, much to his parents' delight, who hoped he could one day become the personal physician of a noble family or even offer his services to a king. Unfortunately for them, his pursuits took him down a different path.

As he grew, Falken noticed the afflictions of the common man, how the peasantry and even the free workers suffered due to diseases and were constantly conned by fake medicine men. Normally, his upbringing would have prevented any attempts at going against his parents' wishes; however, he saw death too close to ignore it. He was constantly sent to buy bread and wine at a tavern near his house, owned by a stout, hearty man in his forties who lived with his son and wife. The man's child was Falken's age and they sometimes played together whenever the latter had time to do so.

During the outbreak of a deadly disease which spread through coughing fits, the herbalist family sheltered themselves in their property and avoided contacts with the outside world until one of their workers confirmed the outbreak had ended. Many people from the nearby village had died, the man and his family included. Falken could swear he saw their corpses being carried away in one of many carts heading to a nearby swamp in order to dump the dead away from the living.

Such a happening profoundly affected his life and decisions, causing the promising young man to focus more deeply on the intricacies of healthcare. His relatives were not satisfied with his options, but he did not heed their warnings, striking out on his own after he was old enough to travel alone, taking his leather bag and tools with him.

Albeit talented, Falken is frustrated and restrained by the several obstacles posed by contemporary medicine and hopes to live long enough to expand his field of practice. He has had to lead one too many carts full of corpses out of villages - he wants to make a difference, but has quickly grown jaded and cynic over the course of the last few years.

Trying to overcome suspicious of a few people about doctors, he has recently taken to cooking and hiding medicine inside food. Many people would refuse a cure to their ailment due to hysteria, but few people would avoid food.

Appearance: 176 cm tall and weighing 68 kg, Falken is slightly lighter than one would expect for his height, which added to his characteristic wide-brimmed tall hat and black clothes makes him appear taller than he actually is. His skin is pale, a consequence of endless hours hidden from the sun under the heavy cloth of his profession. His hair is black, cut short, and his eyes are a light shade of brown.

He is slim, far from being very strong or agile, and even farther from being a capable fighter, although he is perfectly willing to defend himself should the need arise. His hands are soft, with remarkably long fingers and narrow nails. Against the impression left by his sickly appearance, he's hardier than many, part of his resistance acquired due to the constant exposure to disease during his travels.

Due to being aloof and not terribly social as well as having the need to travel constantly, his social abilities are fairly dulled. Looking mildly disturbing whenever wearing his plague doctor attire, the young man's mood and disposition usually varies from "grim" to "fatalistic", a consequence of what he has had to deal with so far.

Skills:
30 WS (20+10)
20 BS (20+0)
20 S (20-10+10)
40 T (20+20)
30 Per (20+10)
50 Int (20+10+20)
20 Fel (20+0)
60 Wil (20+10+30)

Affinity:
Scholar [+10 to Int. Specialty: Medicine]

Incompatibilities:
Weak [Gain a -10 to S]

Inventory:
Heavy robes, black;
Knee-high boots;
Meat cleaver;
Plague doctor mask; (Leather helm)
Dried fruit and nuts;
Medicine bag, leather.

[dewboy]

Name: Annaerullo Rosse.
Sex: Male
Age: 18
Occupation: I was training to be an alchemist until I was taken. (+10 int)
Backstory: When my home burned down with my father inside I wasn't fazed, I knew there was nothing I could do to help him and that things happen. But when my mother died of a disease I vowed to Make sure no one else would have to died like this that I could help. So I became a medicine scholar, called myself an "alchemist"
Appearance: About 5 foot 6. 140 lbs. Piercing, gray eyes. Pale(ish). Brown, curly hair.
Skills: (All of them start at 20, and you have 100 points to add to them. Your bonus is the tens digit of the skill, ie. 34 has a bonus of 3)
WS:30
BS:20
S: 20
T: 30
Per: 50
Int: 50+10=60
Fel: 20-10=10
Wil: 30

Affinty: Scholar (medicine)
Incompatibilities: Socal Outcast

Inventory:
Traveling Clothes
Boots
Twin Daggers
Leather Helm
2 Apples
A medicine kit


Looking down after my sheet is complete I see that Harry Baldman has beaten me to this character type, WHYYYY MEEEE.

[ScriptWolf]

Name: John Hattel 
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Occupation: conman ( +10 fel )
Backstory:
Before being taken John spent most of his life conning the stupid and gullible stealing as much off them as he could before skipping town, it did not matter if they were a lord or the local blacksmith he would work his charms and clean them out, when the people could not be tricked through charm and well chosen words he was well skilled in breaking into places and leaving without a trace.

He did not do this alone though and often worked with other criminals and worked under bosses of organised crime, making a lot of different enemies he always had to be on his toes and very resourceful.

Skills:
WS 30
BS 20
S 30
T 30
Per 40
Int 40
Fel 50 (50 + 20 = 70)
Wil 20

Affinity:
Silver tongue ( +10 fel )

Incompatibilities:
Fearful [Gain a -10 to Wil]

Inventory:
Smart clothes
Dagger
Bread and cheese
Leather chest piece
Rucksack to keep items in
[See Items list below for item choices]

[Cheesecake]

First Six!:
|Dwarmin!|
|Tiruin!|
|IronyOwl!|
|scapheap!|
|Harry Baldman!|
|Caellath!|
Waitlist:
wolfchild
Krath
Scriptwolf
Gamerlord
dewboy
(Whoops, added Scriptwolf twice)

Don't worry if you're on the waitlist. It won't take long, probably.


Alright, turn will be up soon!

[Tiruin]

((Caellath is the only guy-character in our party and he's a Plague Doctor.

..Dear me.  ))

[wolfchild]

Dont die 1st Irony, PLease

[Flying Dice]

Spoiler: Sheet. Waitlist. (click to show/hide)

Name: Erasmus Feldstein
Sex: Male
Age: 33
Occupation: Alchemist (+10 WIL)
Backstory: From his youth onward Erasmus was fascinated by the underlying chaos and order of the natural world, and how they affected all of creation. He fervently sought to understand at any cost, dedicating his life to experimentation and journeys in search of new materials for his research, even when often mocked by those he meets. He is single-minded and dogged when interested, but rarely has time for those around him. There are perhaps three people who he cares for, but of those he values them nearly as deeply as his work: His childhood friend and sometimes assistant, Annabelle Roth; a medicinal healer by the name of Irma Millstan, and his uncle, Marcus Feldstein.

Despite his seclusion and the nature of his life's work, Erasmus has lead a surprisingly mundane life, content to brew mixtures and grow crystals in the peace of his home. Until now, that is.
Appearance: Erasmus stands 5'7", weighing 118lbs. He is not a large man, one might say. His mousy brown hair is rather haphazardly kept, often swept back and occasionally tied with a scrap of leather or cloth. His skin is pale, almost translucent, and marked with burn scars. He has deep-set grey-blue eyes below a high brow, with narrow cheeks and a snub nose.

Skills:
WS (How good you are with melee weapons): 20
BS (How good you are with ranged weapons): 30
S (How physically strong you are): 10
T (How tough you are): 20
Per (How sharp your senses are): 50
Int (How smart you are): 60
Fel (How well you interact with people): 30
Wil (How mentally strong you are): 60

Affinity:
Scholar of Science [Gain a +10 to Int.]

Incompatibilities:
Weak [Gain a -10 to S]

Inventory:
Slingshot [1d3+BS bonus damage] [X5 stones; find more on the floor of the woods]
Leather helm [Block 1d6+T bonus damage]
Plain brown tunic and trousers, leather gloves
Worn leather boots
Loaf of bread
Field lab case [Mortar & pestle, alembic, flint & steel, 12x small glass phials with corks.]

I went ahead and sorted out the final skill levels.

[Nerjin]

Spoiler: Sacha Maxim (click to show/hide)

Name: Sacha Maxim
Sex: Female
Age: 21
Occupation: Bandit [+10 WS]
Backstory: A solemn woman who tends to help all that she can though only if she believes that she can gain something from it. While not outright evil she views those who are not able to provide some form of service to her as lesser than herself. Before ending up in this odd plane she led a life as a bandit. Originally she had sought a life as an adventurer but work was harder to come by than the stories seemed to indicate. As such she fell in with a mercenary company. Over time this company fell to banditry. While very talented with her weapon of choice she failed to rise to command due to her status as a woman. Now that she's here, and rather sure there’s no way to leave, she plans to make the most of it.
Appearance: She rather plain looking at around 5'5". Her pale skin contrasts with her fiery red hair that is usually kept in a pony-tail of sorts.

Skills: (All of them start at 20, and you have 100 points to add to them. Your bonus is the tens digit of the skill, ie. 34 has a bonus of 3)
WS: 50 (How good you are with melee weapons) [20 + 10 [Proffession] + 20]
BS: 20 (How good you are with ranged weapons)
S: 40(How physically strong you are) [20 +20]
T: 40 (How tough you are) [20+30]
Per: 20 (How sharp your senses are)
Int: 10 (How smart you are) [20 - 10 [Incomp]]
Fel: 30 (How well you interact with people) [20+10]
Wil: 40 (How mentally strong you are) [20 + 20]

Affinity: Swordsman [Gain a +10 to WS when rolling with swords in combat)

Incompatibilities: Ignoramus [Gain a -10 to Int.] [Incompetent with Geography]


Inventory:
Clothes + Boots
Loose leather armor that is worn by many bandits to allow for freedom of movement as well as offer protection. While of high quality it is not well maintained and not likely to provide much defense.

One Straight Sword [1h Sword]
A common fighting implement used by many throughout the European world. While it is not particularly special in its own right this particular blade has been very well cared for. Almost as if it were a beloved child.

Copper Breastplate
When one cannot afford iron or steel a Copper Breastplate will not go amiss. Somewhat scarred from years of use it protects the torse rather well. It’s obvious from the design that there used to be arm coverings as well but those appear to have been removed, along with the previous owner’s arms, via an ax.

Whet Stone
A coarse stone used to maintain the sharp cutting edge of a weapon. This one seems to be somewhat used.

One Meal
A pouch of heavily salted boar meat.