War of the Beasts Character Profiles Thread
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Name: Jon Hawkwood
Age: 43
Race: Human
Land of Origin: Northwestern Aldan
Occupation: Mercenary Captain, Armsmen
Brief Bio: Hawkwood was born near the Northwestern Coast of Aldan, along the Border with Aldan and the Imperium, to a family of farmers and primarily tanners. His father had high hopes for his son to lead an honest life, unlike his brother who went off to become a soldier in the King's Armies. However, Jon had heard of such tales, along with the added benefit of being under the protection of a Lord should his family be harmed. Wanting to protect his Family, Jon ultimately convinced his family to make this dream of providing his family with protection and a future a reality. Took them many years but they were able to finally construct and bring to life Gungnir, Jon's prized Armatus and companion since its first day alive. He would survive many a tournament, ultimately entering into the Service of Lord Pendragon, just in time for the War of the Crowns. It was here, that Jon would not only attain Glory and Recognition, but surprisingly but one of the few commoners to earn a Knighthood from Lord Pendragon himself. Sadly, War is not without its losses, as Jon learned the hard way upon discovering his entire family and farm burned from this world. Believing House Mordred, particularly a rival by the name of William Dursly whom he had fought before, had committed this act personally against him, Hawkwood began a campaign of complete destruction, leaving no man or heir alive to the point House Mordred was extinct by Jon's hand. After something horrid as that, you'd think that Jon would have settled down, sadly, the memories and loss in his own homeland, forced Jon to go on a self-imposed exile from Aldan, never to return. He would later join the Sunguard Company, working in the employ of the half-elf Vortigern and from there his legend and purse would grow till he inheirted the Sunguard from both Vortigern and his right hand Ork Tytus. After considerable reorganization with his right hand woman (and future wife) Lady Donnyna Vesconti (Dony for short), he reformed them into what would be called the Hawkwood Company. Today, he and his band of Mercenaries are considered to be among the best in their craft, even as Hawkwood is in his prime and a new war to the East begins to ignite...
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Armatus Name: Gungnir
Equipment:
For Jon- Long Messer hanging from his belt, along with a short sword and Dagger for formal events but a sword hanging from the person is permissible.
For Gungnir- Montante (Rune inscribed to have a sturdy edge to take abuse), two Messers (long knives) on each hip as secondary weapons. Heavy woven cape around to protect from projectiles.
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Name: Brom Kayne
Age: 25
Race: Human
Land of Origin: Western Aldan
Occupation: Armsmen
Brief Bio: Born along the Western Shores of Aldan, Brom grew up in a boring life as the War of the Crowns just a year before came to an end. His family was not so luck to survive the war unscathed, and they along with their five year old son had to scratch a living from the scorched earth. It took them ten years but by the time Brom was 15, they had managed to restore their farm to decent and workable condition. It wouldn't be until his 18th year that Brom got struck by wanderlust and with his family's blessing went off to seek greater fortunes and adventure. Sadly he did not have the proper fighting skills to survive against ruffians and was nearly killed until the timely arrival of a man named Bowan. Brom to this day has no idea what Bowan saw in him, but the older man took the boy under his wing, teaching him in the art of war, the sword, and most importantly Armatai combat. It would be two years later for Brom, but he would receive Bowan's own Armatus, Gwyn, as a gift for his dedication to Bowman's teachings. It would be no less than six months' later when he along with Bowan demonstrated their prowess on the battlefield to a one Jon Hawkwood. It was also there that Brom would discover that Bowan was one of the 9 Legendary Swordsman of Sebientir, a living legend and hero to many of the tales he heard himself as a child. Now fighting side by side with his aging mentor, and working in the Hawkwood Company, Brom stands on the edge of adventure as they hear the drums of war...
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Armatus Name: Gwyn
Equipment:
For Brom- Longsword, Khurkri Survival Knife, Several other weapons hidden on his person for defense and attack.
For Gwyn- Two handed Sword (Rune inscribed for sturdy blade for heavy combat, and to extend and contract for easy storage), Two combat knives stored in the shoulders in the event for closer combat. Woven armored Cape for added defense.
Name: Jon Hawkwood
Age: 43
Race: Human
Land of Origin: Northwestern Aldan
Occupation: Mercenary Captain, Armsmen
Brief Bio: Hawkwood was born near the Northwestern Coast of Aldan, along the Border with Aldan and the Imperium, to a family of farmers and primarily tanners. His father had high hopes for his son to lead an honest life, unlike his brother who went off to become a soldier in the King's Armies. However, Jon had heard of such tales, along with the added benefit of being under the protection of a Lord should his family be harmed. Wanting to protect his Family, Jon ultimately convinced his family to make this dream of providing his family with protection and a future a reality. Took them many years but they were able to finally construct and bring to life Gungnir, Jon's prized Armatus and companion since its first day alive. He would survive many a tournament, ultimately entering into the Service of Lord Pendragon, just in time for the War of the Crowns. It was here, that Jon would not only attain Glory and Recognition, but surprisingly but one of the few commoners to earn a Knighthood from Lord Pendragon himself. Sadly, War is not without its losses, as Jon learned the hard way upon discovering his entire family and farm burned from this world. Believing House Mordred, particularly a rival by the name of William Dursly whom he had fought before, had committed this act personally against him, Hawkwood began a campaign of complete destruction, leaving no man or heir alive to the point House Mordred was extinct by Jon's hand. After something horrid as that, you'd think that Jon would have settled down, sadly, the memories and loss in his own homeland, forced Jon to go on a self-imposed exile from Aldan, never to return. He would later join the Sunguard Company, working in the employ of the half-elf Vortigern and from there his legend and purse would grow till he inheirted the Sunguard from both Vortigern and his right hand Ork Tytus. After considerable reorganization with his right hand woman (and future wife) Lady Donnyna Vesconti (Dony for short), he reformed them into what would be called the Hawkwood Company. Today, he and his band of Mercenaries are considered to be among the best in their craft, even as Hawkwood is in his prime and a new war to the East begins to ignite...
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Armatus Name: Gungnir
Equipment:
For Jon- Long Messer hanging from his belt, along with a short sword and Dagger for formal events but a sword hanging from the person is permissible.
For Gungnir- Montante (Rune inscribed to have a sturdy edge to take abuse), two Messers (long knives) on each hip as secondary weapons. Heavy woven cape around to protect from projectiles.
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Name: Brom Kayne
Age: 25
Race: Human
Land of Origin: Western Aldan
Occupation: Armsmen
Brief Bio: Born along the Western Shores of Aldan, Brom grew up in a boring life as the War of the Crowns just a year before came to an end. His family was not so luck to survive the war unscathed, and they along with their five year old son had to scratch a living from the scorched earth. It took them ten years but by the time Brom was 15, they had managed to restore their farm to decent and workable condition. It wouldn't be until his 18th year that Brom got struck by wanderlust and with his family's blessing went off to seek greater fortunes and adventure. Sadly he did not have the proper fighting skills to survive against ruffians and was nearly killed until the timely arrival of a man named Bowan. Brom to this day has no idea what Bowan saw in him, but the older man took the boy under his wing, teaching him in the art of war, the sword, and most importantly Armatai combat. It would be two years later for Brom, but he would receive Bowan's own Armatus, Gwyn, as a gift for his dedication to Bowman's teachings. It would be no less than six months' later when he along with Bowan demonstrated their prowess on the battlefield to a one Jon Hawkwood. It was also there that Brom would discover that Bowan was one of the 9 Legendary Swordsman of Sebientir, a living legend and hero to many of the tales he heard himself as a child. Now fighting side by side with his aging mentor, and working in the Hawkwood Company, Brom stands on the edge of adventure as they hear the drums of war...
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Armatus Name: Gwyn
Equipment:
For Brom- Longsword, Khurkri Survival Knife, Several other weapons hidden on his person for defense and attack.
For Gwyn- Two handed Sword (Rune inscribed for sturdy blade for heavy combat, and to extend and contract for easy storage), Two combat knives stored in the shoulders in the event for closer combat. Woven armored Cape for added defense.
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BlabbingGirl
Blabber of Nonsense
NAME: Ivetta "Ivy" LePeugaue
AGE: 22
RACE: Human (1/4 Elf)
LAND OF ORIGIN: Corvonos LePeugaue's Kingdom (now those lands are part of Carlos Santiago's Kingdom)
OCCUPATION: Princess of the LePeugaue's Kingdom, Fugitive, Wanted by Santiago's Kingdom
BRIEF BIO: She’s considered a dead person to the people of Siebentir but is actually a wanted person for her uncle’s kingdom. When her father, Corvonos LePeugaue, knew that his younger brother, Carlos Santiago, was coming to attack his kingdom, he had to make a decision and since he was about to die of a dreadful illness, Corvonos asked LeBeau to take his daughter from the kingdom, send her away so she could have a chance to reunite an army to help her fight against her two uncles and take her father's kingdom back. Ivetta mixes all the well-educated princess behavior with the strong training of an armsman, since she was 10 years old Emmanuel trained her to be able to handle a sword, she can also use a bow and arrow and a crossbow elegantly and perfectly.
EQUIPMENT:
Ivetta's sword is the one that used to be her father's sword. Sangargent is a magical sword, its blade only shows when it's being held buy someone with the Elvish blood of the LePeugaue family. Its handle is made of silver, making it light to hold and easy to move. The blue crystal decorating the handle is what gives to the sword the magical properties, it's a blue crystal from the Water Elves tribe and once a LePeugaue hold the handle the transparent blade appears. The sword is commonly known as a water-sword and is a really rare and special equipment only able to be made by Water Elves.
NAME: Emmanuel LeBeau
AGE: 38
RACE: Half Human and Half Elf
LAND OF ORIGIN: Corvonos Le Peugaue's Kingdom (now those lands are part of Carlos Santiago's Kingdom)
OCCUPATION: Counselor of the King
BRIEF BIO: When Corvonos' father died, his kingdom had to be divided in three; the LePeugaue's Kingdom, the Santiago's Kingdom and the Laroque's kingdom. Most of the Elves of the court moved to Corvonos' kingdom since his mother was an elf. Emmanuel works since then as the Counselor of the King, being good friends during the youth, Corvonos and Emannuel ruled the kingdom through talks. The LeBeau family can be considered a protected on by the LePeugaues but unfortunately after Carlos Santiago's treachery, Ivetta hasn't heard of the LeBeaus again.
EQUIPMENT: Unknown
NAME: Bernard
AGE: 13
RACE: Werebear
LAND OF ORIGIN: Chisena
OCCUPATION: None
BRIEF BIO: He's an orphan, lost his family in the chaos of the war at Chisena. Confused and lost he relays on Ivetta to find a new start in life.
EQUIPMENT: None
WEREBEAR FORM:
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TheGreenerGrey
Self-proclaimed everything expert.
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Name: Drok'Nathur (Birth Name). Leaf (Slave Name).
Age: 72
Race: Ogre
Land of Origin: Iberian Imperium
Occupation: Warrior of the Hawkwood company.
Brief Bio: (I hope you don't mind me including Jon and the Hawkwoods in this)
Born within the Iberian Imperium, it is no surprise to know that Drok'Nathur was born into slavery to enslaved parents. Almost immediately siezed from his parents after the human overseers noted his characteristics, he only returned to them three years later after researchers were done with him, his slave name 'Leaf' branded on one small, childish arm.
For almost two decades he was put to work un ther Imperium's gaze, his parents long dead as he was forced to use his natural gift to aid those who reigned above him. For a long time, he had never even considered the possibility of escape. Slavery was all he had known, it was his way of life. He did not know there were other, free Orcs and Ogres. He had never seen another Orgre. And he still had never considered freedom when it came to him.
It happened when he was 17. Nothing dramatic set it off, no death or especially cruel master. All it took was a single whipping, one he had recieved countless times, and the red mist descended. Later, he would come to as the camp around him burned, standing upon a pile of human corpses (Soldiers, bakers, women and children. It mattered not). His chains were broken and he was splattered in the blood of his enemies. All around him, Orks cheered his name.
For a moment he was lost, before his blood took hold again and he raised his stolen weapon, a particularly large axe, over his head and let out a gutteral roar, one echoed by those around him as they tasted freedom for, often, the first time.
For decades later Drok'Nathur (having reclaimed his name) rampaged throughout the Iberian Imperium with a small band of devoted followers, attacking any place within reach. Small towns, concentation camps, military outposts and once even a small city burned underneath his gaze before he was forced to disappear once again to escape the Imperium army.
However one day it came to an end. The Imperium grew tired of his raids and went a different route, hiring a mercenary company to end him and his (now quite sizeable) followers. The battle raged for only a single day as the forest the band called their home burned around them.
When the smoke cleared, the sight of a Drok'Nathur on his knees could be seen as the leader of the band stood above him, backed by his troops. Behind Drok'Nathur were the corpses of his followers, either dead or routed. He was the knoy one left, and even then he was in poor condition. He bled from uncountable wounds, his breaths shaking his body as he struggled to rise, his axe just out of range of his hands. Yet despite this, he glared with an intensity at the leader, never backing down.
For some reason, this seemed to impress the leader. Instead of killing him, he had Drok'Nathur clapped in chains. He would serve as a powerful warrior to the mercenary company until that company was entirely demolished after combating against the Hawkwood company. After pinning and restraining Leaf, the Ogre was freed under orders of Jon Hawkwood, who offered him a position in the company after having witnessed the old Ogre on the battlefield.
Drok'Nathur accepted.
*Armatus Name: N/A
Equipment: As evidenced in his photo, he carries a large axe that he calls Ginsa'Drok, or 'Freedom's Rise'. Aside from that, he is moetly shirtless with one large pauldron of steel and wood on his right shoulder, gauntlets, graves and leather around the hips and uncovered legs.
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Name: Aulandre
Age: 28
Race: Elf
Land of Origin: Principality of Thorin
Occupation: Armswoman, formerly Theif.
Brief Bio: Born to... well, nobody really. Sure, Aulandre has parents, everyone does. But she never knew them. She grew up in an orphanage in a city on the outskirts of the Principality's control. A street rat through and through despite being an elf, she quickly made use of her inbuilt agility and other natural gifts to establish herself as a semi-decent theif by the time she was twelve.
For eight more years she lived like this, taking on jobs for those above her and being payed handsomely for it. However he lifestyle of crime would eventually catch up with her. She stole from too many officials, double crossed too many employers in the name of price. And thus she was run out of town.
Well, 'run out' was too nice. The original plan had been to capture her and sell her as a pleasure slave, but the moment she caught wind of the plan she packed up and ran into the wilderness. It took a little while to lose her pursuers, but eventually she found herself free and so terribly, terribly lost.
Having grown up in a city all her life Aulandre knew next to nothing about survival in the wilderness, and despite wandering for days never saw even a shred of civilisation. It was on the eve of the first week as she sipped from a fresh water stream, stomach rumbling, that she found it.
Looking up from her drink, she was startled into action when she realised that the rock formation across the stream was instead a titanic helmet, easily many times her size. Scrambling back, she crashed into the boulder behind her which, after some minor inspection, was instead the knuckle of one titanic machine.
She had found an Armatus.
Aulandre had of course heard of Armatus. What kid hadn't? They had all had that dream of one day piloting on alongside the best the Principality had to offer. Of course, this never came true and was eventually washed away. They never even got a chance. Not until now.
It took a few hours for her to navigate her way through the eye socket of the Armatus and through its internal workings, eventually crawling her way through to the heart and control centre of the machine, covered in grime and dirt. It took even longer than that to turn it on, but when she did it was glorious.
To this day she still has no clue if she accidentally bonded with the machine or if it just never needed a bond, but when it finally stood high above the forest, dirt and grass and lichen falling from it in the tons, she didn't care. This machine was hers now, and she would not allow anything else to keep it from her. This was her chance for a new, different life.
So she left, leaving the principality behind to participate in the war between the successors of Franca, signing on with the Hawkwood Company as an Armswoman piloting a machine no one seemed to have any records of.
*Armatus Name: Scratched into the side of the cockpit was the word 'Dinmaul'.
Equipment: View attachment 1614
A short sword and ornate, half-plate armour.
Name: Drok'Nathur (Birth Name). Leaf (Slave Name).
Age: 72
Race: Ogre
Land of Origin: Iberian Imperium
Occupation: Warrior of the Hawkwood company.
Brief Bio: (I hope you don't mind me including Jon and the Hawkwoods in this)
Born within the Iberian Imperium, it is no surprise to know that Drok'Nathur was born into slavery to enslaved parents. Almost immediately siezed from his parents after the human overseers noted his characteristics, he only returned to them three years later after researchers were done with him, his slave name 'Leaf' branded on one small, childish arm.
For almost two decades he was put to work un ther Imperium's gaze, his parents long dead as he was forced to use his natural gift to aid those who reigned above him. For a long time, he had never even considered the possibility of escape. Slavery was all he had known, it was his way of life. He did not know there were other, free Orcs and Ogres. He had never seen another Orgre. And he still had never considered freedom when it came to him.
It happened when he was 17. Nothing dramatic set it off, no death or especially cruel master. All it took was a single whipping, one he had recieved countless times, and the red mist descended. Later, he would come to as the camp around him burned, standing upon a pile of human corpses (Soldiers, bakers, women and children. It mattered not). His chains were broken and he was splattered in the blood of his enemies. All around him, Orks cheered his name.
For a moment he was lost, before his blood took hold again and he raised his stolen weapon, a particularly large axe, over his head and let out a gutteral roar, one echoed by those around him as they tasted freedom for, often, the first time.
For decades later Drok'Nathur (having reclaimed his name) rampaged throughout the Iberian Imperium with a small band of devoted followers, attacking any place within reach. Small towns, concentation camps, military outposts and once even a small city burned underneath his gaze before he was forced to disappear once again to escape the Imperium army.
However one day it came to an end. The Imperium grew tired of his raids and went a different route, hiring a mercenary company to end him and his (now quite sizeable) followers. The battle raged for only a single day as the forest the band called their home burned around them.
When the smoke cleared, the sight of a Drok'Nathur on his knees could be seen as the leader of the band stood above him, backed by his troops. Behind Drok'Nathur were the corpses of his followers, either dead or routed. He was the knoy one left, and even then he was in poor condition. He bled from uncountable wounds, his breaths shaking his body as he struggled to rise, his axe just out of range of his hands. Yet despite this, he glared with an intensity at the leader, never backing down.
For some reason, this seemed to impress the leader. Instead of killing him, he had Drok'Nathur clapped in chains. He would serve as a powerful warrior to the mercenary company until that company was entirely demolished after combating against the Hawkwood company. After pinning and restraining Leaf, the Ogre was freed under orders of Jon Hawkwood, who offered him a position in the company after having witnessed the old Ogre on the battlefield.
Drok'Nathur accepted.
*Armatus Name: N/A
Equipment: As evidenced in his photo, he carries a large axe that he calls Ginsa'Drok, or 'Freedom's Rise'. Aside from that, he is moetly shirtless with one large pauldron of steel and wood on his right shoulder, gauntlets, graves and leather around the hips and uncovered legs.
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Name: Aulandre
Age: 28
Race: Elf
Land of Origin: Principality of Thorin
Occupation: Armswoman, formerly Theif.
Brief Bio: Born to... well, nobody really. Sure, Aulandre has parents, everyone does. But she never knew them. She grew up in an orphanage in a city on the outskirts of the Principality's control. A street rat through and through despite being an elf, she quickly made use of her inbuilt agility and other natural gifts to establish herself as a semi-decent theif by the time she was twelve.
For eight more years she lived like this, taking on jobs for those above her and being payed handsomely for it. However he lifestyle of crime would eventually catch up with her. She stole from too many officials, double crossed too many employers in the name of price. And thus she was run out of town.
Well, 'run out' was too nice. The original plan had been to capture her and sell her as a pleasure slave, but the moment she caught wind of the plan she packed up and ran into the wilderness. It took a little while to lose her pursuers, but eventually she found herself free and so terribly, terribly lost.
Having grown up in a city all her life Aulandre knew next to nothing about survival in the wilderness, and despite wandering for days never saw even a shred of civilisation. It was on the eve of the first week as she sipped from a fresh water stream, stomach rumbling, that she found it.
Looking up from her drink, she was startled into action when she realised that the rock formation across the stream was instead a titanic helmet, easily many times her size. Scrambling back, she crashed into the boulder behind her which, after some minor inspection, was instead the knuckle of one titanic machine.
She had found an Armatus.
Aulandre had of course heard of Armatus. What kid hadn't? They had all had that dream of one day piloting on alongside the best the Principality had to offer. Of course, this never came true and was eventually washed away. They never even got a chance. Not until now.
It took a few hours for her to navigate her way through the eye socket of the Armatus and through its internal workings, eventually crawling her way through to the heart and control centre of the machine, covered in grime and dirt. It took even longer than that to turn it on, but when she did it was glorious.
To this day she still has no clue if she accidentally bonded with the machine or if it just never needed a bond, but when it finally stood high above the forest, dirt and grass and lichen falling from it in the tons, she didn't care. This machine was hers now, and she would not allow anything else to keep it from her. This was her chance for a new, different life.
So she left, leaving the principality behind to participate in the war between the successors of Franca, signing on with the Hawkwood Company as an Armswoman piloting a machine no one seemed to have any records of.
*Armatus Name: Scratched into the side of the cockpit was the word 'Dinmaul'.
Equipment: View attachment 1614
A short sword and ornate, half-plate armour.
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will30358
The Tsuki Royale
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Art by @softboy
Name: Robin 'Ajniha Muquadas (Robin is for the color "robin egg blue," and 'Ajniha/Muquadas are Arabic for Wings and Holy)
Age: 23
Race: 1/2 Nasir, 1/2 Human
Land of Origin: Prinipality of Thorin
Occupation: Criminal (formerly), Wanderer, Bounty Hunter
Brief Bio:
Robin, when he grew up, was your average Nasir. He lived in the kingdom of Thorin, and his family moved there because they wanted to be safe, and Thorin seemed like a good place. He was one of eight, and the only one of his siblings with two wings (as most of them only had one). Admiring how though many underestimated them the army were a dangerous bunch, Robin sought to be a part of their army when he got older, and his family respected his desicion (even though they really wanted him to get a more practical job).
However, when he got older (about 13), his family's little land was invaded. Nasir feathers were rare from where the bandits came from, and thus, they found out about Robin's village, and it was a massacre. However, due to his won wings, Robin was able to get away quickly, while his parents, even though they had two wings also, were taken and killed, due to them being murdered first. This experience would scar Robin for life, learning that life was not just sunshine and rainbows. Feeling as if he couldn't really trust anyone after the incident, he took up a life of crime for the next six years with a crime group called the Poison Serpents because they offered to take care of them (even though he couldn't really trust them, he was having trouble).
However, when he was 19, he realized he was doing the exact same thing to other people that was done unto him, and was too busy living the good life to see it. Finally showing himself how dense and selfish he was, he raided the office for the Serpents, took as much money as he could in a suitcase, and ran, once again. This time, he decided he would just take on small jobs as a bounty hunter (and he would be accepted, due to the fact he had experience), while looking for a real job. Nowadays, he's trying to improve his rep to join the army, feeling as if that will help destroy his insecurities.
*Armatus Name:
Equipment: He has a vest on, but it only covers a metallic breastplate he has underneath. Also, he wears iron boots, along with pants with stronger fabric so that they don't tear and/or rip. He also wields a lance with grappling features, or to be shortened, a chain-lance.
Art by @softboy
Name: Robin 'Ajniha Muquadas (Robin is for the color "robin egg blue," and 'Ajniha/Muquadas are Arabic for Wings and Holy)
Age: 23
Race: 1/2 Nasir, 1/2 Human
Land of Origin: Prinipality of Thorin
Occupation: Criminal (formerly), Wanderer, Bounty Hunter
Brief Bio:
Robin, when he grew up, was your average Nasir. He lived in the kingdom of Thorin, and his family moved there because they wanted to be safe, and Thorin seemed like a good place. He was one of eight, and the only one of his siblings with two wings (as most of them only had one). Admiring how though many underestimated them the army were a dangerous bunch, Robin sought to be a part of their army when he got older, and his family respected his desicion (even though they really wanted him to get a more practical job).
However, when he got older (about 13), his family's little land was invaded. Nasir feathers were rare from where the bandits came from, and thus, they found out about Robin's village, and it was a massacre. However, due to his won wings, Robin was able to get away quickly, while his parents, even though they had two wings also, were taken and killed, due to them being murdered first. This experience would scar Robin for life, learning that life was not just sunshine and rainbows. Feeling as if he couldn't really trust anyone after the incident, he took up a life of crime for the next six years with a crime group called the Poison Serpents because they offered to take care of them (even though he couldn't really trust them, he was having trouble).
However, when he was 19, he realized he was doing the exact same thing to other people that was done unto him, and was too busy living the good life to see it. Finally showing himself how dense and selfish he was, he raided the office for the Serpents, took as much money as he could in a suitcase, and ran, once again. This time, he decided he would just take on small jobs as a bounty hunter (and he would be accepted, due to the fact he had experience), while looking for a real job. Nowadays, he's trying to improve his rep to join the army, feeling as if that will help destroy his insecurities.
*Armatus Name:
Equipment: He has a vest on, but it only covers a metallic breastplate he has underneath. Also, he wears iron boots, along with pants with stronger fabric so that they don't tear and/or rip. He also wields a lance with grappling features, or to be shortened, a chain-lance.
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Name: Jelani Kematu
Age: 27
Race: Human
Land of Origin: Unknown. Nomadic.
Occupation: Quartermaster.
Brief Bio: Born to a tribe of nomadic warriors in the deserts of Sebientir, Jelani spent much of his youth learning the art of war. As he grew older, so did his desire to learn more about war and the weapons that made it possible.
Leaving his tribe behind, Jelani began traveling the land to increase his knowledge, occasionally allying with various mercenaries and lawmen to support his wanderlust.
It wasn't until he found himself captured by slavers that it seemed his curiosity was going to be his bloody end.
Recognizing the slavers' equipments as faulty knockoffs of Imperium designs, Jelani exploited this in order to disarm many of the slavers and make an escape.
Still outnumbered and with the slavers in pursuit, Jelani stumbled into a company of mercenaries and pleaded to them for help.
He informed the mercenaries of the inadequate gear the slavers carried and the many weaknesses in them that could be taken advantage of.
Impressed by the young nomad's knowledge, Jelani was offered a meeting with the leader of the mercenary company. But only after he proved his skill as a warrior.
With the mercenaries in tow, Jelani helped them raid the slavers camp and free their prisoners, cementing his place in Hawkwood Company.
Equipment: Jelani often carries swords on his person, preferring close quarters when going into battle. The style and designs of the swords vary based on Jelani's needs, but are often curved to allow him to easily decapitate his opponents.
In battle, he is often dressed in a mixed of his traditional desert garb and standard plate armor, allowing for some maneuverability while also keeping Jelani protected from enemy weapons.
Jelani has also found himself a fan of siege weapons and crossbows, attempting to use either one when available to him.
Ragenaut
Don't get between me and my munchies
Name: Ronaldo, el Tercero de la Casa de Rubies
Age: 60
Race: Cavia Capybara
Land of Origin: the Houses of Cavia
Occupation: Cavian General and sellsword
Brief Bio: Ronaldo's story is simple and relativily uneventful. He was born and raised as Cavian nobility in the house of Rubies, and for his youth, he learned the ways of the Veins of Crystal and Gold. He was taught how to best guide the Cavy under his stead, and to lead in a way that was both simple and effective. He also memorized all the commercial centers and mining stations found across the continent, and is able to tell by smell what a precious stone is, and by taste where a bar of gold is from. Last, but not least, he learned of the strings that lead around the nobility, and how to properly use his Cavy to pluck them to play his tune, and weave his song into the world beyond the Houses which he resides.
One thing they were unable to instill in him was the ability to be calm and calculating, letting time makes its waves and sow the seeds of plans years in the future to reap. Ronaldo is hot-blooded and impatient for his kind, and would much rather craft his future with the tools at hand now, than wait for the opportunity to coast in calmly later. He chose to live the short life of a front-line general, and fight alongside his own battalion of Cavy instead, and so he went out to sow his own legend as a mercenary general, along with 20 Capybara officers in tow.
Now he, his army, and his command go forth, to become legends, or die trying.
Equipment:
A platinum set of plate armor, and a platinum axe and shield, both outlined along the edges with sharp and strong ruby. The armor and weaponry are worn, yet the designs of his house, heraldry, and legends can still be seen, a testament to the gnawing arts of the Cavia Cavys.
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The Kingslayer
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Name: Elias "Orchard" Vicario
Age: 27
Race: Human
Land of Origin: Kingdom of Carlos Santiago
Occupation: Armatus Engineering Magus, former bandit and orchard farmer.
Brief Bio: Some people are vehemently against banditry. And you know what? Most people are right. Violently raiding those who travel without appropriate protection to take whatever one would like isn't exactly the most noble profession. But, perhaps, it is slightly forgivable if one has no other option. That isn't to say Elias Vicario enjoyed pillaging the lands of Carlos Santiago, but it was perhaps the only option he had to protest the king's lack of protection provided for his subjects.
While Elias was away working for the king's army, Elias' family was brutally massacred and his vineyard burned his vineyard. This led to his desertion of the army along with the stolen armatus, the Jeffe. Without any specific combat prowess, Elias chose to instead decided to infiltrate the bandits to wait for a chance to kill the ones responsible. While it took three years, he eventually found a chance to kill the lot of them via poison.
Now, he is on the run from both the Santiago military and what is left of the desperate bandits.
*Armatus Name: Jeffe
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Name: Elias "Orchard" Vicario
Age: 27
Race: Human
Land of Origin: Kingdom of Carlos Santiago
Occupation: Armatus Engineering Magus, former bandit and orchard farmer.
Brief Bio: Some people are vehemently against banditry. And you know what? Most people are right. Violently raiding those who travel without appropriate protection to take whatever one would like isn't exactly the most noble profession. But, perhaps, it is slightly forgivable if one has no other option. That isn't to say Elias Vicario enjoyed pillaging the lands of Carlos Santiago, but it was perhaps the only option he had to protest the king's lack of protection provided for his subjects.
While Elias was away working for the king's army, Elias' family was brutally massacred and his vineyard burned his vineyard. This led to his desertion of the army along with the stolen armatus, the Jeffe. Without any specific combat prowess, Elias chose to instead decided to infiltrate the bandits to wait for a chance to kill the ones responsible. While it took three years, he eventually found a chance to kill the lot of them via poison.
Now, he is on the run from both the Santiago military and what is left of the desperate bandits.
*Armatus Name: Jeffe
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