forum Well, anybody up for a group RP? Medium size (5 people, max), High Fantasy

Started August 13, 2022 by Deleted user

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I have been summoned

Name: Emerse "Stubs" Fizbom
Age: 21
Gender: female
Race/Species: human
Personality:very free spirited, strong willed and very stubborn, she will see through any visions she has through any means possible, very determined and excitable and extroverted.
Appearance: photo
Powers: she has ability to control the wind and air around her.
Backstory: Emerse came from a family that didn't have much but pride and their loyalty to each other. Her family stressed the importance of sticking together as there was nothing more precious than family. Due to Emerse's excitable nature it often landed her in trouble which more often than not her family had to save her from. Emerse didn't mean to cause trouble. She just often acted before she could give what she was doing any thought. Unfortunately this excitable nature of hers would land her in more trouble than her family could handle. Emerse was out looking for something to eat, hunting for some food for her family. She saw this large stag that was enough to feed her family for the next week and she got excited. She aimed carefully for the kill and well, she succeeded. Unfortunately it just happened that the prey she chose just so happened to be the prey of a young noble and his hunting party as well. When they found their kill had been stolen from them they were infuriated and threats ensued. Emerse, fearful that they may hunt down her family if she made her way back home, she grabbed the stag and made a run for it in the opposite direction. The weight of the stag slowed her down easily, making it easy for the hunting party to catch up to her. They grabbed her by the arms and she was caught. They thought an excellent way to punish her was to drag around by a rope attached to one of their horses. As Emerse was being dragged along she got the bright idea to grab onto a tree with her legs and well, as the horse was moving so quickly…..the sudden jolt of force would rip her arms clean off and well, Emerse was free…and in an excruciating amount of pain. She had to get away though so she did her best to make a makeshift wrap so she didn't bleed and kept running in the opposite direction of home. She couldn't go back and put her family at risk. She needed to find a new home now…and a healer to stop the bleeding.
After the first incident she grew a distaste for the noble that caused her to lose her arms as well as a general distaste for most nobles. She couldn't do anything without any arms though. Not with ease atleast. She got lucky and was able to get a woodworker to make her her first set of prosthetics, so long as she helped them out a little around their shop to pay them back eventually. She agreed, a perfect place to figure out what her next move was going to be. Her first set of prosthetics were a tad stiff but they worked well enough. She started out with little acts of rebellion. Knocking some fruit stands over, stealing some money, stealing a few crops. She was lucky she wasn't found out at first. Her actions began to escalate. She got her greatest idea yet. She snuck into the home of a noble nearby and stole a couple of their things. Then she got an even greater idea and well, next thing you knew she started a slave rebellion and freed a bunch of slaves. She fled before she could get caught and repeated this process until about 6 town's in she met her match. The noble in this town wasn't one to play around and things got serious quite quickly. A trap had been set for her and she had been caught, they wanted to give her a painful death for all the trouble she had caused. Since she already had no arms they went for the legs. They succeeded in chopping one leg off but was saved by the slaves who had caught wind of what shehad been doing in other towns and they helped her escape. During her escape she got shot in her other leg. It was doubtful any other healers in the area would help her as she was a criminal so, unfortunately she had to amputate her own leg when it started to get infected later on down the line. She was able to fashion herself some makeshift prosthetics using some of her knowledge from working under the wood worker, though they weren't the best.
She had to use a stick to help her get around as well due to the instability of her prosthetics and how long it'd take to get used to them. From then on she had to live on the run and eventually stowed away on a merchant's ship, hoping to end up somewhere people wouldn't constantly be after her head.SHE NOW HAS METAL LIMBS :D
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(Not my art)

Name: Nix
Age: 18
Gender: non-binary
Race/Species: goblin, specifically Kedol goblins
Personality: basically a cat and a raccoon combined. Quiet and watchful, balanced and graceful, but also mischievous and crafty. Doesn’t really care to use their words to communicate, but more so with body language and soft chitters or growls. They are very curious, both of the world and the beings that inhabit, including the treasures they carry. This curiosity and love of treasures and things that shine in the light makes them rather greedy, and they love to steal gold, jewels, anything they can get their hands on to hoard for themselves or to trade for something more convenient, like food and shelter. So really, they are like a cat, a raccoon, and a magpie all rolled into one.
Appearance: they are about 4’9, with a mostly slender frame and a round face. Their skin is a faded purple color, with a few pinkish-white scars here and there. They have bright blue eyes with dark turquoise sclera that seem to glow at night, cat-like and watchful. They have large, triangular ears, and dark, choppy hair woven into a braid. They have small horns, lion’s legs, and a lion’s tail, which are characteristic of Kedol goblins. Their mouth is full of small, sharpened teeth. They tend to wear a simple, worn tunic that covers their torso, and a small knife at their belt. This knife is a prized possession, for it was their first steal.
Powers: enhanced senses, due to their large ears and eyes. Their lion’s legs make them very speedy, despite their small stature.
Backstory: Nix is a thief, well-versed in pick-pocketing and heists alike. When they are young, they were raised by their father, but he left or disappeared, Nix isn’t really sure, and never came back. The little goblin was forced to fend for themself, and so they became a thief to get by. It wasn’t so bad, and Nix learned the way of the world. They even made some friends, but they eventually parted ways. Nix was happier on their own, anyway. They live in a small hole-in-the-wall in a small alleyway, where they stash their hoard.
Other: they are weak to fire, and is rather sickly from the polluted air in the community where they live.

Name:Sutechi Asato
Age: 20
Gender: male
Race/Species: human
Personality: he can actually tend to be a very mellow and chill guy, but that just comes from him always being tired so he dosent want to put full energy into the things he does unless absolutely necessary. If somethings important to him he will make it Happen otherwise he gives half effort. He's often stressed out with a lot of things, but is still kind to people when he can be.
Appearance: red headed boy, blueish green eyes that have a faded look to them. He has pale skin and stitches on his neck and chest along his body. His hair has a messy scruffy look to them.
Powers: he can stitch things together, as well as people to people.
Backstory: TBD
Other:
Some songs that fit him is monster by skillet and goodbye by Ramsey.

Sardoth groans as he shifts his head slightly, very hungover.

Oh Lith that hurts. . . he thinks, knowing already he was in jail without opening his eyes. There were 4 others in the cell with him, far as he could tell. Slowly, he opens his eyes and gets up.

Arcturus opened one eye as the giant in the cell with them stirred and clambered to his feet. The man was big, and Arcturus could tell he was used to the cell, which was never a good sign.

The Alban's Ale had worn off a while ago, and Arcturus had been trying to rest since. He'd been in a sleep trance for a bit now, but one of his cellmates kept snarling in his sleep, and it was putting Arcturus on edge. But making the first move in a situation like this was never smart.
So he closed his eye again, remaining completely still, cross legged on the ground, and waited.

Bane had poked his nose into Sardoth's face, curiously inspecting the man. When the man stirred, he backed up, his right ear twitching. How does a hellhound like him end up being apprehended and imprisoned? Excellent question! How does a creature that cannot get drunk become hungover? A laced beverage. What happens when a hellhound consumes a laced beverage? Accidental killings. "Good morning, sleepy head! How did your sleep go? Are you ready to shine? Because they won't be able to keep me in here for long!" A faint stench of blood surrounded the hound as he growled at another in the cell with him, already irritated by the others. He grinned as he returned his gaze to Sardoth. "No one can plan for the arrival of a hellhound." Bane couldn't stand being in close quarters, especially with others. He desperately wanted to escape and roam free; after all, he was used to getting away scot-free. For a big tough dog from hell, damn he was hella claustrophobic.

He then turned to face Arcturus. For a moment, the man appeared to be dead. "I notice you're awake. Get up now! You're taking up far too much room!" Bane wasn't sleeping, but he was snarling. This was the person he was at odds with. He kept an eye on movement outside the cell, poking Arcturus in the face with the tip of his boot. He adjusted his ears in order to hear any important conversations. "Get up! You're being annoying. To me at least." Bane's eyes were a color between their normal brown onyx and red. He was getting mad. And a hell dog displaying any other emotion than happy could be possibly dangerous.

(Shrug Sardoth could easily break out if he wanted, but yeah, that'd help make it a bit expeditious.)

Sardoth grins as the elf in the cell eyes him warily.

"Don't worry lad. I won't kill ya." he says, his voice filling the cell just as easily as he did, the deep, craggy notes of his voice jovial and kind.

Looking at the dog, he lifts it by the scruff of its neck.

"Shut up."

Arcturus's face didn't move; the skin didn't even look like someone had poked it, and it felt oddly solid.
However, he felt the ward get poked, and opened the same eye to look up at the hellhound making waaay too much noise.
He didn't move at all as the hound made his demands, but the annoyance was definitely mutual.
If he touches me again, this cell is going to get much louder he thought to himself.
He closed his eye again and too a deep breath as the big man took charge of the situation.
Somebody was going to get hurt.

And it wasn't going to be him.

Nix didn’t get drunk. They never drank before, never planned on it. A drunken human must have knocked them out. Or perhaps, they had gotten curious, as they tend to do, and stole some rum only to be caught in the act.
Truth be told, Nix didn’t remember. It didn’t yet occur to them that was evidence in and of itself of being drunk. Their small body and little experience with the stuff surely made them bad at holding their liquor.
First they smelled the bodies, the heat and the musk they carried. Then came the voices, the scraping voices against their ears. Nix opened their cat-like eyes, irked and grumpy, and watched the larger bodies shift and speak to each other before scrambling away. Feeling no evidence of hangover (do goblins get hangovers?) they immediately began searching the two humans, Elf, and hellhound for valuables.

Arcturus hadn't noticed the goblin scurrying around, ruffling through belongings, but he did realize it when the little creature tried to pick his pockets. Luckily, his wards were still active and kept the goblin from getting into his pockets, so Arcturus wasn't bothered, but the others might not be so patient.