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Thismonia in the past has always been about war and roleplay, and because roleplay is an important factor within the medieval genre I have decided to host a contest to determine the best character sheet within the entire Kingdom. The winner will be awarded with 150 Robux and a promotion.
To enter simply fill out a character sheet and comment on here, the winner will be announced when it has been deemed a good time to do so.
Good luck!
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Character Sheet
Name: Your character’s name, may include titles.
Age: The age of your character.
Gender: The gender of your character.
Appearance: How your character looks, what they wear, facial and body features, etc.
Bio: A short little history of your character, make sure this is reasonable.
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Example Sheet
Name: King Henry Evergreen
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: King Henry Evergreen, a seemingly content young man, stands at a stout six feet and resembles a strong yet naive warrior who wears upon his brow a mighty laurel of glossy leafs with gold intertwining them, acting as his crown. During battle he wears mighty plate, trimmed with the dark green of his old and prestigious house, and the glory of gold, symbolizing him as a King. However, in his leisure he wears simple tunics, sometimes embroidered with a sigil, however usually plain.
Bio: Henry Evergreen was born abroad, across the Great Skazian Sea in a Garnori Freehold conquered by Thomas Evergreen the Third, his grand father. At the time, the Thismonian Civil war was in full force, with the armies of Harwick and Evergreen ever clashing in a song of steel in attempt to gain the throne.
Henry hardly knew his father, Thomas the Fourth, during his adolescence, as he had been growing up far from the battles in the east. However, at the age of seventeen the young boys predecessor was killed by an Orchish assassin, and the rest of his army and vassals had fallen to tatters, or betrayed the Evergreen name, including his uncle, Darvicus, who wrongfully seized the Duchy of Steckerway for himself, rather than Henry.
With news of the betrayal of his father, and the seemingly inevitable downfall of his dynasty, Henry immediately rallied as many soldiers as possible, including western mercenaries. Quickly they crossed the Great Sea and enlisted the help of old friends, the Salt Islanders who were still by law under Evergreen rule. Now, with this unlikely coalition of soldiers Henry struck back at his fathers foes, and caught the now weakened Harwicks off guard.
In a matter of months Henry had advanced upon Whitmore and began the long siege, which eventually resulted in Evergreen victory, and the crowning of Henry as the new King of Thismonia. |
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Top_ChefJoin Date: 2012-04-27
Post Count: 2054 |
This may still be a CS, but it doesn't belong in Role-Playing.
It belongs to C&G.
"And I hate all of you." - Squidward |
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poor nbcs
they'd only get the promotion
THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY, BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY, GIVE UP THE PAST. EMBRACE THE STRANGE. EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE. |
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Name: Ijaat Piroc
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: Ijaat is a tall male with black/brown hair, a beard, and a good build. He has icy blue eyes like the core of a glacier, and almost as cold. He mostly wears the brown robes of a priest.
Bio: Ijaat was found on the doorstep of the Monastery at the age of 12, with a severe case of amnesia, only knowing his name and age. He was a strong lad and worked in the orchards and fields for the monks until he was old enough to become and altar boy at the age of 16. He was quite the strong lad by then and he knew every prayer by heart. The years passed quickly until he was 21 and finally a fully fledged monk. He was happy, but not content and he strived to be the best, and to learn the most, until one day a shining figure so bright, he could almost not look at it, descended from the heavens. It told him, "Ijaat, thou art mine chosen one, and I awake for thee. Thou must arise from the depths and become a priest, and spread my grandeur across the land, for you are of me, as everyone is." After that fateful day, Ijaat worked even harder, until finally, he became a priest, and now he roams the land, converting pagans where he can, and teaching the words of the Esquire Emmortal.
Shoo along little noobling. Nothing to find down here but the souls of the hacked. |
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Sir Oliver Arania the III
"Oliver"
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sir Arania the III comes from a line of Arania's that all look fairly similar in features. He stands just under two meters in height, is fairly broad shouldered, and has a protruding chin. His hair is a dirty blonde, and he stands tall, despite his heavy armor. Oliver tries to remain optimistic and cheerful, and he seems undaunted by the prospect of war. Oliver's knightly attire changes with the times. He himself has adopted new armor (the other in his line inherited armor) and keeps the first remembered set of armor as an heirloom (the one that resembles a Samurai-Spartan) When he is relaxing, he wears simple, but high quality, tunics of red, green, and purple (each representing one of his ancestors, Oliver Arania, Edward Arania, and Oliver Arania the II) He's often found reading a book, as he enjoys the prospect of magic and adventure, real or fake.
Oliver Arania (the III) was born in the Province of Yallia, two years before the split of Thismonia and Mindalur. Fleeing to various homes, the Arania family was very poor and a sad sight. After Oliver the II tried rebuilding Thismonia, he eventually gave up and began working as a librarian, which is where Oliver the III found his love for books. When the Thismonian Kingdom was restored, Oliver the II spent much of his time trying to rebuild the kingdom. He died peacefully, seeing the Kingdom returned to temporary prosperity. Oliver the III, however, was only 22 and was in no way ready to die. So when the kingdom fell inactive and stale once again, he tried his absolute best to return the kingdom to it's former state.
He now works as a knight, his family finally rewarded for it's hard work, is married, and has a little boy and girl. He continues to work with the kingdom and hopes that the prosperity will last to the end of it's days.
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Character Sheet
Name: Vladimir Cordavus Kreill
Age: 43
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Vladimir is a short, unshaven man of about eighty-five kilograms, with dark, ruddy skin and rough worker's hands. The face of Vladimir can only be described as a mess of curls and loops of brown facial hair, which is accompanied by dark, caramel eyes and a triangular nose. Vladimir's hair is long and circles around the top and back of his head like a radar cap might, except it just happens to be a lot thicker and actually reaches his shoulders. On his knees, Vladimir has marks and burns from hard labor and numerous stability-based accidents.
Sporting basic peasant clothes, most of the time, Vladimir's arsenal of garb is narrowed down to woolen overcoats, cloth shirts, trousers, and the same pair of leather boots pretty much every day. Most of the clothing he does wear is stained from either drinking or dirt.
Bio: Born in Yallia, let's say, 43 years ago, to a mason and a mother who just happened to die as he was given life, Vladimir had four brothers and two sisters who all served as indentured servants to a certain farmer for a large portion of their childhood in order to provide food for the family. At thirteen years of age, Vladimir had joined a crew of sailors and made a voyage in the Whaling Waters for about three months, where he first gained interest in the seas and the thrill of danger and risk.
Since that first voyage, Vladimir has went on two trips to southern Wackstock, six whaling expeditions, and an attempted journey over west to the disputed lands, which was met with heavy winds and two of five ships in the fleet sunken against rocks. Vladimir was on one of the two sunken ships and almost lost his leg during the experience, though he was luckily saved by one of the rescue boats. Since that experience, Vladimir had withdrawn from whaling and being a seaman in general and sought off a more calm lifestyle in central Thismonia, where he invested himself some land and some livestock.
All throughout the years, though, ever since he was about sixteen revolutions around the sun old, Vladimir has been an avid drinker and has spent a large portion of his time on land in bars and taverns getting wasted to hell or picking fights because he was wasted to hell. Because of this, he has many enemies in Yallia and has developed a sense of paranoia when alone or unarmed.
As of now, Vladimir C. Kreill is residing on a small patch of grassland around the heart of Thismonia, with a plethora of livestock, which he uses to make money on a daily basis and pay off the taxes he owes to his lord. He grows some crops such as potatoes, carrots, or cucumbers, but only to satisfy himself, rather than make money. One of Vladimir's secondary "jobs," if I may, is collecting rare and extravagant weaponry and war trophies, though he never actually joined the military for himself. |
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(So the Mindalur-Thismonia war did happen just twenty years previous? If that's the case Jordus would be 42, or did the war END 20years ago) |
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I think it began twenty years ago.
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LefigusJoin Date: 2010-01-19
Post Count: 189 |
Character Sheet
Name: Tunakawaii Yogurtkiss
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: A witch from the Taterbox Islands 400 miles off the coast of Snailpicker Yum-Yum Islands, this person has pretty pink sparkley eyes with long eyelashes and likes pretty pink lipstick and hairs pretty pink sparkley hair and is super skinny like she's from anime...
Bio: Tunakawaii Yogurtkiss is a witch who lives with senpai as a school room mate loves to pick flowers and kill anyone who flirts with senpai... but its ok cus all victims are thrown into jardlands. Also Tunakwaii likes to play games with her girlpals while drinking on a daily basis.
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LefigusJoin Date: 2010-01-19
Post Count: 189 |
[addon to tunakawaii's bio]
She grew up in a faraway land known as Japawn and moved to thismonia to learn in a school with senpai. Her mother was a pony because the real mother was killed by that pony and his fathers an alchaholic who drinks and gets paid to do so... she has many friends with random colored sparkly hair and only wears shorts skirts and hopes senpai notices her for the short skirts |
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ZigfieJoin Date: 2009-11-22
Post Count: 7 |
Character Sheet
Name: Commander Zigfie Teu
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: A human, standing at 5'6, with wide shoulders, and in no way lacking muscle. He has pale skin, and dark hair. He wears partial Platemail, covering his legs, and torso. He wears leather gloves, leather boots, and a Warmaster's cloak. He also wears a scarf, and a bandanna over his mouth. When he doesn't wear his armor, he wears a grey tunic and pants. He always wears the pendant of his mercenary band. He has lax posture, and he usually wears a sly smile. He's covered in scars from previous battles.
Bio: He was born into a recovering Thismonia, still rough from the previous war. His mother was the handmaid to the local lord, and his adopted father was a local mercenary. In reality, he was the illegitimate child of the lord, who planned on putting him to death, but his mother kept him secret. He lived in the village, working in the fields, and practicing his swordsmanship with his adopted father, hoping he would someday become a local guardsman. One evening, he heard a voice of Gathon-Dullux, come to him. The voice said, "Dreams do not come true on their own, you have to climb to them on a mountain of corpses! Fight! Fight until your dream has become realized! Slay any man, woman or child who dares stand in your path!"
That night, at the age of 14, he wandered into the town, with his father's sword in his hand, and slew every man, woman, and child in the village, leaving not a soul alive, the village was left burned to the ground, a shrine of blackened bones was found in the center of town. He then spent the next year in the Thismonian Army, then moved on to become a mercenary. He wandered the countryside, recently he has started his own mercenary band, The Lawn and Hedge Knights.
He is on good terms with the Thismonian Kingdom, but fights for whoever gives the best coin. He doesn't care about patriotism, just the money. He seems out of place not on the battlefield. He'd rather swing a sword than do most other things, except for maybe drinking, and getting under the skirts of fair maidens. He worships Gathon-Dullux (The God of Conquest, Blood, and Shrubbery). |
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Top_ChefJoin Date: 2012-04-27
Post Count: 2054 |
lefryn scares me
"And I hate all of you." - Squidward |
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Name: Bryce Preaer
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dirty Blond hair (has shaggy hair usally), Blue eyes,Elven ears
Bio:one day a 10 year old elf (me) lived happily with his parents untill a group orcs attacked then thismonian army came to help he was the only surviver and masmusk brought him in.Now hes a elf assassain who sometimes uses magic to hide himself and he is dumbly brave and attacks a group of people head on without thinking. |
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masmuskJoin Date: 2009-10-03
Post Count: 3753 |
(actually NBCers can get money rewards through group payout now.) |
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[oh
so my life is a lie]
THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY, BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY, GIVE UP THE PAST. EMBRACE THE STRANGE. EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE. |
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AllaricJoin Date: 2011-08-04
Post Count: 11 |
Name: Allaric Hezroz
Age: Old Enough, Ladies ;)
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Allaric is a comparatively stout man. Measuring five foot two, he stands in a solid but awkwardly lopsided stance. His hands, leathered and worn from a life of pitched battles also gives them the feeling of roughness to the touch. Regardless of his life of battle, his face remains pure. Although small scars bide time within the contours of his clean shaven face, he regardless, smiles proudly at his seemingly untouched facial features. His dark green eyes in time of turmoil, constantly dart from side to side, in a usual frantic effort of decision making. Upon his neck you will see a pendant of Mandorian roots. Wearing it to remind himself of his former home, he strives to not forget his first memories of Peurostill. His pendant, so dear to him, usually hides under his cloak, clothing, or armour.
Bio:
Born in a small farmstead in Mandoria, he was briefly raised as a wheat farmer for whom worked off the land and rarely saw bloodshed. His family occasionally set off to the great markets of Enf Gytoch with their surpluses of produce. Every year him and his family took upon this journey.
However, unknown to the dangers lurking within the passing fields of barley and wheat were large groups of bandits. Although the roads were commonly patrolled, these thieves easily avoided the heavily armed men through deceptive tactics.
Upon setting out on a journey of peaceful trade with Citadel Enf Gytoch, him and his caravan of other farming families with similar motives were ambushed by a small army of marauders. With what little arms and armour the farmers could even afford, they quickly dawned on what they could and ran in desperately to fight for their lives.
Minutes into the fighting, the majority of the farmers and their wives were slaughtered while Allaric and the rest of the children hid in the wagons whimpering. The bandits, knowing they had the upper hand, sallied forth in a final killing blow against the few remaining farmers. However, a low pitched war horn blew and the fighters of a Mandorian patrol rushed into the fray, loosing arrows into the skulls of the murderers and thrusting the spears into their sides.
When the battle was done, Allaric discovered that death befell both of his parents, leaving him alone. However, seeing how the soldiers saved the lives of the survivors, as well as himself, little Allaric pledged allegiance to the Mandorian Empire. The patrol, jovially laughing at his childish form for which spoke such a statement, understood that he had nothing and kindly brought him along to Enf Gytoch to be raised as a soldier.
Throughout his years of living in Mandoria, he was trained in the way of a Mandorian soldier; constant drillings of swordplay and javelin throwing, he made his way up the ranks to Luur in his adulthood. However, throughout his many years of fighting for Mandor, Allaric felt he had repaid the debt for the soldiers saving his life.
Allaric, formally resigning from the Mandorian military, set off to work as a mercenary, looking for a new lord for whom he can serve. Traveling for many years to many countries; the empires of Jardia, Kyrania, Slongaria, and Wygeria, he finally set sights upon a kingdom based upon a continent entirely separate of Peurostill. But throughout his years of mercenary work and interaction with Peurostillian empires, he learned that the kingdom called Thismonia was one to be hated. Regardless of the hatred faced towards such a kingdom, Allaric burned his uniforms of his past and hired a ship to Skazia for which lay upon it, the Kingdom of Thismonia.
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Name: Thylian Ordanata
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Short in stature, Thylian never ceased to lack in elegance. Her short, silver, and curly hair, as well as her clear complexion, glistened just as her mother’s did. Wearing gilded plate armor with accented rose markings upon her pauldrons and flowing blue battle dress, Thylian stands as a shining tower amongst the frontlines. However, do not let her this spitting image fool you. She’s proven to be quite lethal, never to be seen as anything but deadly to any who dares to challenge her. Short in height, only 5’4”, she remains strong in her stance wielding a long bladed spear and a forearm gauntlet shield.
Bio: Born and raised in the Thismonia countryside of half her childhood, all was changed after witnessing her father’s murder. Out of anger and pain, she made an oath in becoming a Paladin to protect others from any form of harm that her father experienced. Both her parents being retired Paladins, her mother trusted her to be sent off to the Temple to be trained. When arriving, its structure was heavily damaged, walls were crumbling, and floors were cracked. Only four members of the Circle of Paladins remained, and under their guidance, she mastered her skills in the art of weaponry, agility and acrobatics, strength and control, and the holy light of Faith. Now she roams the world protecting others who cannot protect themselves, serving as a mercenary to some armies who need her assistance, and occasionally stops by the local tavern for rest.
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Character Sheet
Name: Sir Jonathan Edwin Haarvan, Veteran Knight of Old Thismonia.
Age: 43.
Gender: Thik Male.
Appearance: Jonathan Haarvan is pretty close to your average Thik person. Average build & stands at a stout height of 6'1". Jonathan can be seen wearing his signature Thismonian Royal Guard Helm, which is rarely removed in the public eye, along with his old set of armor from the golden ages of Thismonia. He also wears a very peculiar amulet around his neck. Jonathan's face is a little rough, features include a well groomed beard (Noone knows how he does it), he bears a patch over his left eye of which he lost during the battle of Thanniks Gorge during the Orc Campaign. His hair is slick yet cut neatly. During his free time he can be seen challenging others to friendly clashes of the sword to find someone who may best his skills.
Bio: Jonathan grew up in the province of Yallia in the small village south east of the keep. As he got older he learned the ways of the sword and bow. He decided to join the Thismonian Army. During his early years in the THismonian Army he showed great potential as a soldier in the ranks. He had a strong passion of defending the kingdom and decided to enlist in the Thismonian Guard, to stand side along with the best and protect the king, His grace King Quilboar.
During a patrol around the county one day Jonathan came upon a peculair object near the lake, he dug it up and found an old Helmet of ancient Thismonia, he put it on and to his surpise it fit perfectly! Ever since he has worn this helmet with great pride.
In a year or so the king Shut down the Royal Guard, saying it was pointless and merging with the army would be of much more benefit to the kingdom. He spent alot of time in the great maze of yallia, slaying any hostile barbarians that dared go down seeking tresure, these deed's thus earned him the nickname "Minotaur"
Civil war came to Thismonia between the two ruling families, The Evelyns and the Haarvans. Very little fighting actually occurred but a lot of differences in the politics of the kingdom. Lord Haarvan ended up leaving the kingdom and I was taken with him, not long after his absence he was killed by an orc while setting up his new kingdom, I retreated back to Thismonia.
I was re-instated back into the army as a Sergeant-At-Arms and kept the position for a good few years. The Orc Campaign came along and many battle were fought, one of them cost Jon his eye.
Later on in his career he served the Kingdom with great pride and skill, during the Halmar war he fought bravely, nearing the end he was promoted to the rank Captain.
Jonathan spent the next 5 years training new recruits and helping keep the peace. After this time he vanished and was never seen again, Until now.
This is the new beginning, the next chapter of Jonathan Edwin Haarvans story is about to unfold. Prepare yourselves for greatness!
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MikkjrJoin Date: 2010-03-21
Post Count: 441 |
(THIS IS GINGERNINJA311'S CHARACTER SHEET)
Name: Aymon Dawkin
Race: Half-Elf
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aymon is relatively young for an elf and is a rather soft spoken person, usually not speaking until he has something to say, He stands a rather lanky 6'2 with his mother's dark green eyes and his father's auburn hair, which he keeps slightly unkept under his red messengers cap, he has a few small scars from the little of fighting he has done.
Bio: Aymon was born in one of the villages surrounding Yallia to an elven mother, a human father, and an older sister and led a simple life of helping his father with his work as a carpenter along with working in the crop fields of the local lord for extra money. By the time he was 21 the Thismonian-Mindalurian War broke out, and Aymon with his family had to flee from Yallia as it burned. Once his family was in relative safety of the war, Aymon joined the Army with hopes of helping end the war and providing money for his family while they were in the refugee camp. Aymon was stuck on guard duty halfway through the war and was only in defense of a handful of attacks, He still serves in the army and sends most of his pay, and the occasional wood carving, to his family. |
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MikkjrJoin Date: 2010-03-21
Post Count: 441 |
Character Sheet
Name: Lord Marshal Edgaras Thaller
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance: Edgaras stands at the height of 6’3, has blue eyes, and short dark brown hair. He has a strong jawline and a stern look. He is well built from years of combat. He has scars up and down his arms from being slashed by enemies. He wears a blue cloak, which drapes down to his feet. Edgaras almost always wears his armor, well maintained and polished. His helmet has a purple crest, to signify he is in command, and of high status. He wears a purple tabard, clean of any stains that are gotten from battle.
Bio: Edgaras lived Steckerway as a child, and was born into a poor family. His father was a footman in the Thismonian Army, but was discharged after receiving a crippling injury to his hand. The village he lived in was small, and suffering from Garnori bandit raids. In search for a better life, him and his family began traveling south to the Yallia. Upon arrival, news of a civil war was being spoken of throughout town. Edgaras was drafted into the military. Because of his tactical performance and knowledge of battle, Edgaras was recognized and adopted by the Thaller family.
Edgaras is a veteran of multiple civil wars, that between Thismonia and Mindalur, which he followed to past marshal – Maxwell Evelyn, and the Thismonian civil war between House Evergreen and House Harwick. House Thaller played a large role in the civil war, coming to Evergreen’s aid against the Harwicks. When the head of House Thaller perished in battle, Edgaras took hold, and commanded a band of warriors to assist Henry Evergreen’s claim to the throne. After decisive victories over the Harwick forces and Henry’s reign began, Edgaras was appointed as the new Marshal.
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monn45889Join Date: 2009-12-19
Post Count: 20 |
Name: Tarith Halcynthis
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tarith Halcynthis is a man about complete safety and strong defense. His emotions mostly vary between safety and fighting for its people. (Happy, serious, anger and highly cautious) Regarding that, he wants his kingdom to last the longest of all; additionally, Tarith Halcynthis is 5.7 feet tall, average width, brown beard, hair color is brown, his endurance including stamina is strong and high in level meaning he can take some hits and still strike hard while injured. There, he always wears the long lasting steel helmet of great honor to ensure protection. Next is his war-forged chest plate that is made out of hard reinforced steel. His pure steel leggings reach almost near his leather boots. Tarith Halcynthis names his equipment set: "Honorable Kingdom Defender."
Bio: Tarith Halcynthis was born in a kingdom called: "The Terimina Heights." After reaching eight years old, Tarith Halcynthis was really interested in shields and a lot about defense tactics. It wouldn't stop there, the kingdom was under siege. Tarith Halcynthis was only 13 years old at the time, he saw his kingdom being burnt down by enemies he never heard or know of; the time was limited and short, he realized he had to run before he would die under the hands of the unknown raiders. Upon running away from the kingdom to safety, Tarith Halcynthis found a small iron dagger on the ground, he immediately wanted to run back to the kingdom to find his parents until a stranger got hold of him. "Don't run back to the kingdom, everything has crumbled and the hope is lost for any Terminia citizens alive." Tarith Halcynthis was full with fury and anger, he had no option but, to follow the stranger.
After arriving into condensed forests, the stranger had set up camp. Tarith Halcynthis and the stranger begin to have a conversation, the stranger reveals his name as: "Lavior Farrem." Lavior Farrem said to Tarith Halcynthis that the raiders were the "Blood Ground Rebels." Tarith Halcynthis reacted harshly when he heard the raider's clan name. Tarith Halcynthis was exaggerating with anger to avenge the kingdom, Tarith Halcynthis thought about it for a moment, and realized he had no real training with melee combat. Lavior Farrem instantly noticed that Tarith Halcynthis loves to defend and fight for his kingdom, so he asked: "Tarith Halcynthis, it will be my great pleasure to take you to the "Heric Kingdom." Tarith Halcynthis was surprised and amazed, Tarith Halcynthis gladly accepted.
When Tarith Halcynthis arrived to the kingdom, he immediately signed up in the Heric Army. Forward on, Tarith Halcynthis trained in the army for eight years, training hard in defense, melee combat, defensive tactics, army positions and tactics and strategy. Tarith Halcynthis enjoyed the military, he ranked up to the Knight rank after showing the instructors and leaders pure skill, honor and loyalty. Tarith Halcynthis was on the walls of the kingdom patrolling with his fellow knights, until one of the Heric scouts appeared out of the distance yelling in distress. The king and the military leader recieve the news, they release it to the public: "The Blood Ground Rebels have moved close to our area and did not accept our peace treaty instead, they declared war!" Tarith Halcynthis was shocked when he heard "Blood Ground Rebels," he knew he had to fight as he promised to protect the people in this kingdom.
The siege started in November 17. Tarith Halcynthis and the Heric army were defending the kingdom, the battle of Heric Kingdom in Stan Ti has started! Both armies were enormous in numbers, they clashed, they fought with no fear, the swords were full of blood, corpses were scattered over the battle field. The Heric army was being pushed back. Tarith Halcynthis couldn't handle it, he yelled a battle shout. "Men, fight for your kingdom, fight for who you love, fight for the only chance of proper humanity!" The soldiers of the Heric army had a morale boost and started to win against the Blood Ground Rebels. The war has ended, the Heric Kingdom merged victorious, the returning army walked down the streets while being cheered and honored by thousands of citizens in the kingdom. The king proudly set Tarith Halcynthis incharge as the "Guardian of the Kingdom." (Ruler of defense)
The aftermath of the war is far from satisfying, blood and cold weapons of war of people who served to fight for their kingdom were scattered all over, some were able to be recovered to normal health, some went to the dungeon, many others were dead. When the cleanup of the war was done, it has led to a conclusion that everyone will honor the brave and honorable men who died to defend their people. Tarith Halcynthis was proud to pray and honor the dead fellow men of his army but, was also proud to successfully defend his Kingdom.
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Name: Arcus Kern
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance: Black long hair, with a bony straight face. The emotionless face often unintentionally intimidates others and make him seem not very approachable. Usually wears a feathered hat and a scarf to protect his identity, as he is known for being a rogue since he was a child. He also is found most of the time wearing a dark, long coat with a red shirt. His skinny yet tough fingers are useful when he plays musical instruments or participates in a duel - usually challenged by nobles who had something stolen by him.
Biography: Born to a human father and an elvish mother. Arcus never knew nothing of their parents other than their race. As a child, Arcus was raised by homeless urchins on the streets, learning to steal food and assault people to get what they have. At the age of 12, Arcus left his gang of urchins for a better life. He was accepted as an apprentice by a sage from a nearby town called Wenwickham. The sage, whose name Arcus never learned, taught Arcus arithmetic, literature, and spellcasting. Arcus, who excelled at his studies, went to the Skazian Writing Academy at the age of 17 and studied there until the academy fell apart when he was 20 years old. He had to go back to living in the streets, as he wasn't lucky enough to find a job, where he learned to play many different kinds of instruments to attract people to letting him staying in their homes or donating money. When he had become more skilled in music and started gaining profit for playing his instrument, he used his gains to found a small, new writing academy, the Wenwickham Academy of Scribes. He used money gained from running his academy to buy himself a house and live a modest life. For three years he continued a stable life until, at the age of 27, he was invited into an unnamed adventurer's guild. Arcus spent five years adventuring, until at 32 he now resides in a small house as a hermit with a job of a scribe who writes stories and spellbooks. |
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Name: Drakon Delwic
Age: 51
Gender: Male
Appearance: An old, rough looking Orc. Scars to the right of the face on his cheek. Seems his wardrobe is only full of old tattered assassin robes and hoods. Very well physically built, especially for his age. Dark brown leather boots and finger-less gloves. He's around the height of 6 foot 1 inch, he wears a badge on his cloak, seems to be a faded drawing of a lit candle.. Not many people understand what it means.
Bio : At first, I was a young Orc, in my Tribe, My Father was the War Chief, he was a respected leader within’ the whole tribe. He won many battles against rogue Orcish tribes, but when we were attacked by the humans, they were too strong; we were not big enough to stand against them…
My Father told me to run as he and few other Orcs stayed to fight them to buy the others time to run. That was the last I had ever seen of my Father…
Days later, after surviving in the woods, hunting rabbits and deer I began to move. I did not know any other tribes so I had nowhere to go, until I found a Castle.I did not know of any human land near my tribe, as I looked it was still being built. I did not know where I was and did not know who even owned the castle, but I walked up to it for there was nowhere else to go. I was brought into the Courtyard, where 4 guards stood side by side pointing swords to my throat as a man in shining armour walked up on a podium in front of me. He asked me what I was doing in his land; I told him what had happened to me. He stayed quiet for quite some time. He then slowly raised his hands and took off his helmet, I looked up to see an Orc standing before me. As I think it was, he took pity on me and released me, he told me I could join a Kingdom, a great and powerful kingdom named Thismonia, and so I did. The great Orc was called Maxwell Evelyn, Lord Maxwell Evelyn.
Although I was in this Kingdom, I was not too much better off, I still had nothing. That’s when I stood in the Castle of the Yallia Province; a man stepped out of the darkness with a hood over his head. He was an obvious assassin, I don’t know if he was trying to hide that… He took me in and taught me his ways, I was then made into an assassin. I stayed in his guild for a while, but as I was new to the Kingdom, I did not know there was a civil war at the time, Lord Evelyn was at war with another Lord, one of which I had no clue about. I later found out that my mysterious assassin was against Maxwell, one surprise I did not take kindly too. I was loyal to Lord Evelyn so I joined the army and sided with him during the civil war which was later won by Lord Evelyn which led to my Guild Leader leaving.
Time passed and I worked my way up the army, I kept at it until I became a Knight, there I found a fellow Orc named James Hawtrey. I started a strong friendship with the Orc. I later was lured away from the army due to the assassin guild crumbling to pieces. I resigned from my Knightly duties and headed straight for the Sanctuary in the Yallia Province. I was met by my old Guild Leader. He had returned for the same reason I did. We quickly got things up and running again like before, but we repeated to much of what had happened last time. One day he just, vanished and never heard from again.
Without the guild leader the assassins were dead, I had to accept it and returned to the army once more. The exact same happened in my life, working my way up the ranks for then I reached Knight once more, with my good friend James Hawtrey still there. I grew close to James. We shared many laughs, I then made a decision, I joined his family and took up his name as a blood brother, not of his blood line but close to him.
A lot of time had passed. I had resigned again from the army, but as of now I was not an assassin. I was a normal citizen for once. I stayed close to the army, helping in some raids and things. It was like the people could tell something big was going to happen, and soon.
Lord Maxwell Evelyn was stood against by King Quil and his own Second in command of the army. He fought against them as he had more than half of the Kingdom supporting him. But he decided to stop, and there he left to form his own Kingdom, the Kingdom of Mindalur. I showed my loyalty to Maxwell by following him to his new Kingdom, where we quickly grew in numbers. I had watched Lord Maxwell turn into a King, with his own Kingdom and men.
Many months passed as I was away for a long time. I had returned and many changes took place as I was gone. The 'magebreaking' took place, Lord Evelyn was a Risen.. first I'd seen in my life. He was dying off tho.. He was dying as he searched for a King to take up the Thismonian Kingdom, once he gets his King, he dies.. Sad really. James Hawtrey, a close friend to me, we went through the Army together. He was dead.. Thismonia was getting back on its feet as a new era came. The army wasn't up yet so I take my time to protect James' only blood line, Lord Thaller. He's a young one and may need someone to guide him and I hope to be there for the boy.
A few weeks passed.. He.. He died. Lord Thaller was dead. The Thaller house broken apart, not something I cared about considering I was only following Lord Thaller due to his father. I felt like I failed him, and his Father.. Lord Thomas Evergreen was dead as well, as his heir stepped up, Henry Evergreen, to try and pose a threat to Lord Harwick's running for King. After Lord Thaller died, I finally chose to go with what I believed in and I joined Lord Harwick's side in the battle for Kingship, I fought against the Evergreens as I soldier.
The luck of Drakon.. Brian Harwick attempted to wait out the Evergreen family hoping they would die out. He failed miserably.. Henry Evergreen was now the King of Thismonia. I escaped the war without injury and accepted the new King. I would go on to live out my days.. growing old under his rule. So much of an ancient relic...
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-Marl'du Ramshead-
Age: 38
Race: Hakstrag Orc
Appearance: Like other Orcs he is Brutish Physically speaking, though he is balding so he cannot have a magnificent beard like the other Orc warriors. He stands at a decent height of 5'8 but is comparably smaller than most Thismonians. He typically tends to wear whatever armor he is assigned to during his work hours as a soldier, though when he is on break he wears a cheap affordable leather tunic, as well as wearing whatever trinkets he can find lying in the street. During any time however he enjoys to wear his magnificent Helmet that he stole from the Noble as it helps hide his baldness.
Bio: Marl'du was once a simple bouncer for the Yallian Inn though this quickly changed as the Schism began and Mindalur Claimed Yallia. Though Marl'du remained vigilant, he grew bored of his job and simply left. For the next few years or so he became a guard for a lesser noble but he also gave up on this job and decided to look for more 'fufilling work',though not before stealing a random Ram-Shaped Helmet to hide his obvious and often laughed upon baldness.
Afterwards he became what some would call 'A Deadbeat' as he took on odd jobs all over, from being a horrible assassin, to an escort of an economically failing company, to simply being a bouncer yet again. Yet he became known as 'Ramshead' for his ridiculous Ram-Shaped Helmet and his tendency to headbutt anyone who was unfortunate enough to be in his path.
When Thismonia recovered he entered the Kingdom as one who takes odd jobs once again. To this day he remains vigilant in his work as a 'Deadbeat', waking up eager every morning to Headbutt some people and earn his title of 'Ramshead'. |
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