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Name: Archae Vareshore
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Description:
A well-muscled, slender man, who dresses practically, in well fitting, travel-worn clothes that offer much protection from the environment and most things it brings with it. Over that, he has on a layer of leather armor. He carries a backpack with him, and treats it reverently. He seems rather attached to it.

On his face, a scar runs across his left cheek, a result of a fight gone horribly wrong. He has long, black hair that is often very messy, but he makes an effort to clean and comb it once in a while.

In battle, he favors a stealthy approach, preferring not to lose anything vital and striking at weak points in the enemies defense. However, he will always fall back to help his team members when they are in need. He is very proficient in doctoring, but at some point in his life, he fled into the wilds and learned how survive; this included how to fight dirty. His eyes constantly flick around when in battle, and sometimes even when he is safe. You can never be too careful, as he says. He carries two large knives which he wields in each hand with equal proficiency, suggesting he is ambidextrous.

Unusual traits: His eyes burn an intense green, the brightness of which he can modulate. It often responds to how he is feeling. The darker it is, the darker his mood. Plants seem to like him a lot. May or may not be connected to iris color.

Backstory:
Archae was born as the child of a poor family living along the eastern coast, who's living was made by trading with passing merchants. When he was born, his parents noticed he had a mysterious affinity with plants, and put him to work almost immediately as soon as he turned 7. This helped contribute to less of a burden on his parents, which little Archae was happy about. He was probably content to work in the fields, farming and gathering, for the rest of his life, had a disaster not come about the land.

When he had just turned into a teenager, wars started ravaging the nearby empires, and armies marched through the desolate lands of the eastern coast, plundering and taking slaves. He and his father managed to escape, but his mother and older sister were taken by passing armies. He has, to this day, no idea what happened to his mother and sister. His father taught him how to forage from the land, and recognize edible plant material, and what plants and herbs were good medicine, as well as general survival skills such as how to light fires; in general, his father taught him how to survive.

His father also recognized his ability to think quickly and react to any situation. He took advantage of this to train Archae in the use of two matching knives, ancient but kept in pristine condition, heirlooms of the family that they refused to sell. His father taught him where to strike to let out the most blood, induce the most pain, and injure most critically, in animals as well as humans. Half of the first year of training was spent getting Archae to use both hands ambidextrously, to more effectively make use of the daggers. After approximately 5 years, Archae was using knives like a professional. He never asked where his father had learnt how to use daggers. He has spent almost all his life in the wild to date.

Skills and abilities:
- Doctoring: Covers most areas of doctoring, but especially good at using natural medicines (plants, herbs, honey) to heal patients.
- Plant Affinity: Plants seem to like him very much, but he can't explain it.
- Ambidextrous: Can use both hands with equal efficiency.
- Stealth: Can find places to hide and watch from.
- Survival: Covers most survival aspects from lighting a fire to foraging for food.
- Knife use: Can use knives very effectively. Includes knives for things other than combat, such as butchery, or cutting material.
- Lightning Reflexes: Reacts incredibly quickly to surprises.
- Anatomy: Knows where to strike to let out the most blood and cause the most pain, dealing more damage with each blow.

Weaknesses:
- Threatening: His appearance seems to scare people, and they are less likely to interact and/or friendly with him. He is really a good man at heart.
- Man of the Wilds: Prefers to stay outside of the cities. He is of the opinion that there are too many situations you can die in in a city (even more than in the wild).
- Not a people person: He generally prefers to stay away from most people and has only a few very close friends. He finds it very hard to trust people.
- Too loyal: If possible, he will try and and save someone else in exchange for pain or his own life. However, this is only present in situations where he knows the person he is trying to save, and he doesn't know that many people.

[Aslandus]

I feel like joining, here's my submission:

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 Name: Unknown
Alias: The Wastelander

Gender: Presumed male

Age: Unknown, though his size and physical fitness suggest he's older than 20 but younger than 35

Appearance: A tall muscluar figure in a very worn leather robe and wearing a rusted metal helmet. The skin on his arms and neck is extremely tan, but the rest of his body is covered. He wields a hatchet in battle and has a belt of sharp knives. He has a satchel with needles and thread as well as bandages and two small flasks of water. His movement seems irregular, though it is suspected he has a niggling injury in his leg that causes it.

Backstory: He came to the northern city from the wastelands wearing nothing but his helmet and carrying only an axe and a few knives with silver hilts, likely looted from the corpse a noble who died in the wastes, which he has never been seen without. He was given a large leather robe to wear soon after being found. Nobody was sure what to do about him but he soon proved effective at stitching up wounds on injured adventurers, though there are several occasions of him doing slightly more harm than good. He tends to wander through the town a bit, scaring the nearby townsfolk as he passes. He does have an odd fascination with the color green, and is often content to spend an hour or two shoving unripened apples into his helmet and spitting out the seeds, or simply staring at the grass on spring days.

He was requisitioned for the adventure partly for his useful skills and partly to get him the hell out of the north kingdom for awhile.

Traits: (not good or bad specifically, but details about him)
-Unsettling presence - Something about him is just... wrong. Other people tend to avoid him if possible, including those who want to kill him.
-Mute - He has never said a word, and as far as anyone knows, he never will.
-Large - Though not giant size, he's about a foot taller than average and has a very bulky build.
-Hatred (war archers) - Whether due to some bad experience in the past or just cultural osmosis from the north, he thinks war archers are cowards who deserve the first turn on the chopping block. Even those who stand shoulder to shoulder are not immune, he will avoid helping allies that use bows or crossbows to fight humans whenever possible. Those who only use their ranged weapons on animals (or other nonhumans if such things exist) are not affected.
-Obsession (green) - Green items, green food, green clothing, he wants first dibs on all things green or emerald in color, regardless of how useful they actually are to him.
-Dark secret (cannibal) - While the others don't know this, he sometimes uses the bodies of deceased humans as meat (and will attempt to put them into the group supplies as rations if other meat isn't available and his allies don't stop him). If any of the more "civilized" adventurers find out, he certainly won't be allowed to stock the larder without supervision anymore (Or hang around near the dead bodies of fellow adventurers, but what are the chances of someone dying when we're just looking through some abandoned ruins?).

Skills/strengths:
-Surgery - Why he knows how to operate on the human body is unknown, but given the lack of options for healing in the ruins, this will undoubtedly come in handy.
-Butchery - Turning animals corpses into meat is an art, and he knows how to do it. Not too surprising that he can do this given the lack of edible plants in the wasteland.
-Weapon skill (axes) - Wields a hatchet in battle, often chopping limbs from those unfortunate enough to find themselves facing him.
-Improvised weapon (knife) - Though not as effective with knife fighting as with axes, the results of his strikes with knives certainly aren't pretty.
-Fast healer - He recovers from injuries more quickly than others, though extreme injuries will still require medical aid. The extent of this suggests a mutation (perhaps from mutagens in the wasteland if that's a thing in this world)
-Anatomical knowledge - More likely to hit vital areas in fights. Also more effective at butchery and surgery due to knowing where stuff goes in bodies.
-Tough - The wasteland is no place for the weak, growing up there has made him extremely hardy. Environmental conditions won't effect his behavior much, though he'll still get damaged from extreme weather conditions. He can take some blows without flinching.

Weaknesses:
-Bad teammate - Generally bad at working in groups. If an object of obsession (green things) or hatred (ranged enemies), then he won't respond to orders that don't involves getting/destroying said object.
-Communication - Doesn't speak, communicates through gestures.
-Obsessive - with some stimuli, he will forgo more useful actions in favor of actions centered around acquiring and/or interacting with his object of obsession
-Unusual frame - They simply don't make armor in his size. He can't wear most armor, unless it's very loose or specifically made for him.
-Poor - Is a nobody in the eyes of the nobility, until being requisitioned for his medical skills he was simply one of those weird peasants kept around as buffer against invading armies as far as they care. No starting money and subpar starting equipment, and completely illiterate.
-Tunnel vision - Funny thing about face-covering helmets, you can't see much through them. He has no peripheral vision, and as such will probably miss details about the environment, but he can see what's directly in front of him just fine.
-Slow - He moves at a slow walking pace almost most of the time, though whether it's because he can't move faster or because he simply isn't in a hurry is unknown. His longer legs mean he can still keep pace during travel, just not in combat.

What's he doing now?
He's sitting in the coach, arms resting on his knees as he stares at the floor, occasionally fumbling with his knives as the coach rumbles down the road. He seems completely oblivious to those around him, and you think it unwise to try to get his attention before the end of the ride.

I didn't put any actual magic in this guy, but if he doesn't seem like someone you want in the story for whatever reason I can make a different character... If I've pushed too hard on the mechanics I can pull it back a bit, I don't know what's planned or how this guy would scale on power...

[Caellath]

Does IronyOwl's absence have to do with being unable to apply with a flat-chested spiritmongering scorpionfolk berserker? Remember you can at least use mutations to create a character different from the bog-standard humans if you so wish.

[Orange Wizard]

p t w

[Tiruin]

Does IronyOwl's absence have to do with being unable to apply with a flat-chested spiritmongering scorpionfolk berserker? Remember you can at least use mutations to create a character different from the bog-standard humans if you so wish.

Being flatchested is normal >_> <_<
^{...Not..that I'm speaking personally.. Ok I am but >_>}

To post a character sheet, tell me your character's story, what they're like, what your character is good at and what they're bad at, and I'll handle the mechanical details. The general target for power level is 'Semi-professional mercenary', so you have some room to make a character that stands out from the rabble. NOT first come first served, so put some effort in making an interesting character so that you get picked.

So...
> Name
> Personal Details
> Personality
> General Proficience in trade skills or otherwise
> Faults

...Also I'm bothered by that description.
'Starting tech level of schizophrenic'...Yeah. Misuse of term. :I
_{Totally pulling up a character which I didn't make beforehand out of boredom. Yep.}

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[Harry Baldman]

Spoiler: Graeme of Linster (click to show/hide)

Joining you on the coach today is one Graeme of Linster. "Joining" is used loosely, he's actually fast asleep, still wearing his padded linen armor (40 layers all-round, he likes to brag, and additionally padded with raw cotton and a couple wooden plates he's bothered to add to important spots) despite there ostensibly being no danger, and as a consequence sweating like a pig. He's failed to keep his pot helmet on, though - that's resting on his lap, and thus everyone can see exactly what sort of face Graeme is making (and, naturally, the face he has - not the nicest one, and the black, villainous beard does him no favors, nor does the chronically awful breath) as he stirs and lightly moans in troubled sleep. This is not because of the heat, the people in the coach likely realize if they've spent a night not far from the man, and it's entirely likely they have - Graeme always does that in his sleep, unless he's had a lot to drink beforehand, as he did on the first night of travel, in which case he rolled around and howled in an unearthly voice occasionally instead.

Wondering what he's dreaming about is futile. Graeme will tell people what it is that had him tossing and turning this time as soon as possible, since he doesn't like forgetting his dreams, being a great believer in their ominous and mystical nature. It's some variation of his mother, you're sure, and indeed it will be this time - his mother, running across a great desert, spreading evil flowers, nightshade and jimsonweed, that kind of thing, and screaming. Screaming like the dickens, he'll tell you. Maybe he'll describe the screaming if it seemed particularly scary at the time, maybe even launch into a poor imitation. He likes to gesture a lot when explaining things, and he's got one of those northeast accents that make it a little difficult to take anything he says particularly seriously, though maybe you're just saying that because the only thing you've had a conversation with him about was when he talked at you about what was troubling him the previous night on the coach.

Other things that Graeme believes to have an ominous and mystical nature are birds, chiming sounds and astronomical phenomena, and even the surface of any body of water. That's the confirmed things he's directly mentioned thus far (that this is not long at all, perhaps a couple of days, does not give you hope) - he's got so much superstition in him you'd almost think he researched it, were it not for the easily demonstrable fact that he cannot read more than his own name. He does seem to be somewhat trained in reading stars - says he was taught by a wise man, or is that a wiseman? His armor, which he's made and maintains himself (along with any other armor his fellows let him touch), and rather well at that, is adorned with a sewn image of some constellation or other - you can't really tell which one - on the front and back.

You are glad that Graeme has left his flanged, mean-looking mace at his feet - you've seen him wake up with a start at one point and take a wild swing with his arm before he even realizes what's happening, and are glad that he's had at least this consideration for your safety and continued comfort. His wooden shield, you've noted, seems to be currently used as a seat, on account of the large amount of padding it has on the inside. It looks more comfortable than what you've got presently, and you're almost cross at Graeme for not appreciating it with his nightmare bollocks.

He gasps, goes momentarily still.

His eyes slowly open, then settle on you. His head orients to keep you in the center of his confused vision. His mouth, closed for a moment, opens up, and you're astounded by the morning breath accumulated in a mouth that's been kept open for the past four hours...

[Pencil_Art]

I shalt start working on mine character sheet again, which I hath been procrastinating from. ()

[GiglameshDespair]

Tiruin said she'd send me her sheet to post here, since her net troubles are eternal, but she hasn't sent me the sheet yet.

[Aslandus]

Just realized that 4/6 submissions have people problems... I get the feeling we're not going to be going in as a team so much as alongside each other...

[IronyOwl]

Does IronyOwl's absence have to do with being unable to apply with a flat-chested spiritmongering scorpionfolk berserker? Remember you can at least use mutations to create a character different from the bog-standard humans if you so wish.

Quiet you. I just can't find a character concept I like. :I

Tiruin said she'd send me her sheet to post here, since her net troubles are eternal, but she hasn't sent me the sheet yet.

Poor Tiruin.

Just realized that 4/6 submissions have people problems... I get the feeling we're not going to be going in as a team so much as alongside each other...

Hmmmmmm. Charismatic fop getting by on diplomacy and being likeable, you say?

[Pencil_Art]

Just realized that 4/6 submissions have people problems... I get the feeling we're not going to be going in as a team so much as alongside each other...

Ha. ha. ha hah ha.

[Tiruin]

Tiruin said she'd send me her sheet to post here, since her net troubles are eternal, but she hasn't sent me the sheet yet.

I am totally resending that sheet later on because its saved on my laptop :X

[Caellath]

Quiet you. I just can't find a character concept I like. :I

Mad [something] usually matches you quite well.

Hmmmmmm. Charismatic fop getting by on diplomacy and being likeable, you say?

That's it, you could make a swashbuckler that's odder than the standard.

[Tiruin]

Quiet you. I just can't find a character concept I like. :I

Mad [something] usually matches you quite well.

Hmmmmmm. Charismatic fop getting by on diplomacy and being likeable, you say?

That's it, you could make a swashbuckler that's odder than the standard.

You can do this, Irony
You've made very brilliant and exotic, though unique, characters before!
Take your time--unless Errol rolls in and gives a due date until all characters are done ._.

That said, here's mine!

Spoiler: Joan Grayhan (click to show/hide)

Gender: F
Age: 21
Description: Joan is a young woman, at around five and a half feet tall with a light brown complexion and raven black hair. Her clothing matches the dress of the garments of the southern sailors: hues of sky blue, trimmed with white and faded azure, created with flowing and light fabrics. She wears a tailcoat with lapels, as part of formal and field-work over a modestly fitted shirt, while her pants look more apt for travel and durability. She wears a satchel, or a messenger bag, carrying the common necessities for long-trips, including rations and other devices needed to maintain herself and her equipment in any weather or condition, along with several differing knives. Inside the satchel and tucked neatly to the side, that it would form quite permanent mark in the bag is a small book, tightly bound with a hard cover, speaking about the philosophies of the world, stretching from personal thought and considerations, to the major religions in brief, and in detail.

With a baldric carrying a crossbow, she carries herself with an air of elegance and sturdiness, emphasizing her upbringing and tutelage as a sailor and fisherman of her people, though inter-mixed with the southern navy of her duchy--as it was decreed that the exclusivity military and civilian life be mixed and intertwined, ending up in a civilian force disciplined and ready to act as a militia under the local authority.

Backstory: Joan was born in a family of fishermen, who worked part-time with spear and bow in the art of river-and-fall fishing. Her family was a modest type, as there was no poverty (though the concept was known) in her area due to the egalitarian reign of the local lord. With the only drawback being a minimal population compared to other duchies around, Joan lived a childhood of industriousness, taught and inculcated with the values of labor--tempered by the values of thought, consideration and action. The lord of the land was a benevolent ruler, having shared his fair time in the hardships that befell the lands of late, and sought to provide an attitude to span the generations: so was his wish, which encompassed most of Joan's beliefs.

This background did not shelter her, despite the high degree of protectivity her parents gave her, as given the role of the citizenry most were pushed to expose themselves to the world in order to thrive and survive. Taught in the trade of her parents, Joan was thrust into the life of a traveler, moving across the coastlines of the south with much experience in many of their cultures, though in part, experienced in much of their folklore too. Her frivolity in the tall tales of the sailing fleet is tempered by her seriousness and demeanor in regards to goals and achievements--she was an idealist, though with an open mind towards the ideas of others in this world, somewhat balanced off by her attentiveness to the concept of spirituality and reverence to the unseen.

Skills (going with faults +1 here):
> Archer Affinity: Ranged weaponry, primarily used via eye-and-hand coordination, was a staple of Joan's heritage.
> Life Experience'd: Joan was considered, by most of her peers and colleagues, as a wise woman: she had an ability with diffusing volatile situations and calming angered souls.
> (Functionally) Literate: Joan can read and write--as well as comprehend the languages inscribed in tomes or walls.
> Marksman: Despite being born prematurely, Joan has as how the fishermen say 'a knack for shooting [deep sea fish]', using either thrown or handheld projectile devices.
> Stalker: A life of a hunter brings out a 'sneaky' profile; Joan is very knowledgeable in keeping concealment, or keeping silent in movement.
> High Stamina: Despite her biological disorder, Joan has overcame the notion that the 'curse of the red-born tide' does not inhibit holistic physical growth; she is very capable of holding her own in martial combat, or in prolonged running or climbing.

Faults:
> Superstituous: While Joan does not share in the beliefs of rituals or presentations to appease spirits, she beliefs in the respect of the world and nature--having quite a considerable and vast effect on her.
> Duality-of-Mind: In considering a situation from multiple perspectives, Joan is partially jaded in the way of her optimism; in cases of judging a criminal and ulteriorly malevolent acts, she debases towards more positive schemes, despite being able to perceive and see a person for who they truly are.
> Arachnophobia: The tales of giant, sea-skimmerspiders had quite an effect on Joan's childhood--they were pretty much real, and the source of legend within her area. She has trouble fighting any creature, illusionary or otherwise, which resembles those 8-legged, web-spinning fears. As a strange note, she is very accepting towards jumping spiders for their eccentric and calculative nature.
> Hemophiliac: Having a rare bleeding disorder in which the blood doesn't clot normally, Joan is susceptible to minor wounds, and endangered by her own sense of daring.
> Daring: Joan is more inclined towards adventure and taking risky professions or roles.

I forgot the second type of literacy >_>
Simple and... <_<

Also the link is for reference. Yes, I'm fully aware on how it works.
._.

[Errol]

Ahem. It's slowly time as it has been enough time until now...