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Post by ℊℓоω on Mar 4, 2020 18:45:25 GMT -5
The Form:Character Name
Character slot | Age | Gender | Sexuality Appearance: (Suggested information includes complexion, facial features, hair color and style, preferred attire, and any important physical flaws)
Personality: (Touch on the basics such as disposition, traits, fears, motivations, etc. Doesn't have to be as long as the appearance tab because it can be developed more in RP)
History: (Optional)
Family: (Immediate or other close family members, also optional)
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Post by ℊℓоω on Mar 4, 2020 21:05:28 GMT -5
Ariadne Whitesand Tomsen
The Eldest Princess | 20 | Female | Heterosexual Appearance: Statues of a child-Ariadne are not uncommon in the city of Inoever. Her iconography is famously that of a girl of about twelve, with a veil falling back behind her head to reveal a head of angelic curls. Her feet are always bare, and around her right ankle curls a garden snake. Of course, Ariadne is older now, no longer a child but a woman. She is neither tall nor short, though most would describe her as "small" due to her elegantly thin build. What once was a head of snowy white hair is now a slightly darker, ashy blonde with dark roots. Her skin is pale as ivory. She has thin but distinct eyebrows of black, as well as notably long lashes. Facially, she looks as one might imagine a princess to, with a delicate chin, high cheekbones and a cupid's bow lip. Her eyes are a mix of dusky blue and brown. As far as attire goes, Ariadne's most worn color is silvery white and she tends to avoid bolder colors due to the wintery color scheme of her complexion.
Personality: Ariadne is what a princess ought to be: generous, eloquent, and empathetic. She is a dedicated young woman with will do anything necessary to help those she judges to be in need of her help. She is pious and dedicates a portion of her day to sitting silently in the Temple of the Sisters. That being said, she would be considered by some to be a weak link in the Tomsen chain. The reason is that she is trusting to the point of gullibility. She believes her allies to be incapable of deception or bad intentions. Therefore, she refuses to turn her back on anyone. Once she learns of an injustice, she is quick to right it, unless that injustice is not so easily defined as "the poor orphan children have nothing to eat." She is not as politically minded as many in her family. This isn't to say she is stupid. Ariadne is deeply emotionally aware and she is a trustworthy ally to anyone who might call her a friend. But her good opinion is too easily won to make her an effective leader.
History: (Optional)
Family: Father: King Johan Tomsen III (deceased)
Mother: Queen Elenara (recently deceased)
Younger Brother:
Younger Sister:
Uncle: Konstanz
Quill Maximillion
The Guard | 31 | Male | Heterosexual Appearance: Quill often goes unnoticed, not because he is particularly ordinary looking, but because of the nature of his rank and also because of his reserved demeanor. He is tall, taller than most men by enough to be silently intimidating. Given he is pretty much paid to be a human scarecrow, he would be considered "menacing" given his athletic build and often stern expressions. That being said, there is a kindness in his eyes. He has a trustworthy demeanor, which is partially why he goes unnoticed. He's almost always got a pipe in his mouth when he's not working, and sometimes when he should be. His brows are heavy over his sharp dark amber eyes. Quill's complexion is on the darker side and he tans easily, though there isn't much sunlight in the capital. He didn't take it as a compliment, but a woman recently guessed he was exactly six years older than he currently is. He blames it on not being paid enough and on working late hours. Also, he's got a few silver streaks in his hair already, though for the most part it is jet black. The hair has a slight curl to it, so for the most part he keeps it rather short except for on the top. Quill wears a gold band through his right ear, and a few black tattoos.
Personality: Quill is an astute man, but he doesn't get much credit. As the personal guard to the royal family, his primary job is standing. After that, it is people watching, which he's gotten quite good at in his eleven years at the palace. Though he often disappears among the stone walls, the rich tapestries, and the statues, Quill knows a lot. He is an invisible man of sorts, and people, ironically, let their guards down around him. To the royal family, he is considered barely more sentient than a coat rack, but he knows just about everything about each and every one of them. What they don't know, is that he is very politically minded. He is a rebel at heart, and he was raised to distrust the crown. He still does now, and is secretly a member of a revolutionary band of brothers. That being said, he does have a soft spot for certain members of the royal family. If he were asked to do something...drastic, it would be difficult to overcome his conscience.
History: (Optional)
Family: Father: Unknown
Mother: Cybil Maximillion, a maid
Konstanz Regis Adrywood
The Uncle | 39 | Male | Bisexual Appearance: Is Konstanz handsome? Meehhhh, I suppose that would be a yes. Perhaps on his good days. If I'm advocating on behalf of his appearance, he has a lot going for him. His features are symmetrical and traditionally masculine. He has high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and what we would call a Roman nose. His face is on the thinner side, fitting given he is a thin man. In contrast to his eldest niece, Ariadne, he is darker of skin. He tans easily, probably because he often sits and paces outside like a tormented cat. Konstanz's eyes are dark blue, nearly black except in the brightest of lights. He sports circles under his eyes, because he is a chronic insomniac. But back to the question of whether he is handsome. Frankly, attraction is a funny thing, because Konstanz is has no shortage of potential lovers from the kitchen maids to the gentry. I'll leave it at that. If Konstanz is surprised by his constant barrage of flirtatious looks, he doesn't let on. Points against him, if you care about this kind of thing, are that he is no warrior and that he doesn't look like one. He has wielded a sword all of three times in his life, and it never really struck his fancy. Partially this is because he is physically impaired in some ways. For example, he walks with a cane because his back isn't straight. He also has bouts of pain, probably due to the insomnia and the constant, ill advised pacing.
Personality: Konstanz is well liked by most, and hated by a good handful. He is charismatic, as people who suffer often need to be. He was never good at the popular things like riding horses or fighting. So he had to compensate with personality...and brains. Konstanz is in the running for the most intelligent member of the royal family, though he has serious blind spots in his intellect. Though he claims to hate politics, he has a knack for it, and he's also somewhat of a glutton for drama. He gets depressed when there is no tea to spill, and when that happens, he tends to stir up conflict himself. Though he is mostly quite fun to be around, he can sometimes get in terrible moods of either melancholy or irritability. He likes to sleep with married women and then feel sorry for himself when he's caught. But for all his flaws, Konstanz is the type of person you want in your corner. When he puts his mind to something, he is nearly unstoppable. And gods help any person who gets in his way.
History: (Optional)
Family: Father: King Johan Tomsen II (deceased)
Mother: Nyla Moredel (deceased)
Half brother: King Johan Tomsen III (deceased)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 4, 2020 21:23:34 GMT -5
Rowena Henrietta Rosalind Blackrunner
Blackrunner Daughter | 18 | Female | Biromantic Asexual Appearance: Rowena is practically a clone of her deceased mother, being a relatively short girl, standing at about 5’2” and weighing a little below average, making her appear even smaller and even more petite that she already is. Her skin is a soft, fair color, though it is extraordinarily pale and doesn’t tan even with contact to the sun, she has a small, slightly narrowed face; small, somewhat plump lips, a narrow nose, and round ears. Her eyes are large and doe like, being a sapphire blue color that looks silver in darker lightings. She also has a couple small freckles scattered across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. As for her hair, Rowena has long, thick, ebony black hair that falls down to her waist in soft waves, with bouncy bangs covering her forehead and reaching down about an inch away from her eyebrows, which are a little thick and well defined.
Faceclaim for a more visual reference: 
Personality: Rowena is a rather pessimistic person, someone that doesn’t typically see the bright side and isn’t afraid to let people know that. She sees the world through cloudy eyes and it shows. However despite her rather gloomy exterior, Rowena is also a rather sarcastic girl, with enough bite to her comebacks to stand her ground; she has a bit of a dark, dry sense of humor and a very “done” attitude about life. Though she is extremely intelligent and cunning, always seeing the bigger picture and paying attention to the little details, and she is also quite capable of switching from her sharp witted, edgy attitude to a more cool and collected exterior, becoming quite the silver tongue and always managing to find a way out of situations and even somewhat charm those around her...when she puts in the effort anyways.
History: (Optional)
Family:
Currently unnamed father
Rosalind Blackrunner (deceased mother)
Currently unnamed brother
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 4, 2020 23:02:35 GMT -5
(I finished my form, also I hope it’s okay that I took a free creative liberties with the mother, since she isn’t listed on the character slots)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 4, 2020 23:28:13 GMT -5
Heh thanks
She’s??? She’s something
I’m excited to use her though!
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Post by Mosspath27 on Mar 6, 2020 19:53:41 GMT -5
Rocstune, Hachiulf Sir Hachiulf Rocstune
Captain of the Guard | 51 | Male | Semi-debauched Appearance: He is tall, but not especially so. Likewise, he is big, but not especially so, balancing the soldier's need for size without becoming clumsy or slow. He bears the marks of a life of war, but his face is remarkably devoid of them except for the scar of a powder burn where his right brow would would his temple. He sports a mustache and a goat patch. For apparel, is most often seen with a blackened steel cuirass, which he uses as much for show as for protection, and otherwise simply follows the seasonal fashions of the court. He also carries a pistol and his sword (a recent purchase of his, about 38 inches long with a basket hilt) just about everywhere he goes.
Personality: When he first arrived in a city of more than 100 people, Hachiulf was a bumbling bumpkin. He is still living his introduction to civil society down, but his efforts to do so have evolved over time. He firmly believes in the ability of hard work to overcome any damnation that might befall a person, because he has his own experience of becoming a reasonably well-respected military authority and does not especially care to point out the lucky breaks he had along the way. At a younger age, he got a reputation for being especially uptight, particularly when he perceived somebody laughing at him. As he's grown older and more used to authority, he has come to terms with the fact that people will laugh, and that he is better off controlling what they laugh at than controlling whether they laugh, and occasionally plays up his bumpkin past to do so. There are two parts of his job that are his favorites: showing off his martial skill in training, and escorting the young daughters of lords who have no escort around the capital. He has a policy of claiming no children.
History: Originally a son of a village elder in an outlying village, virtually isolated from the rest of civilization except for the occasional tax collector. Left at the age of 13 hidden in the tax collector's wagon to find out where the money went. Ended up in the care of a priest, who later made a soldier of him to help crush a small commune of heretics. Joined a local lord's retinue at 22, where he was involved in the suppression of a minor anti-foldcourse rebellion. Deserted to join a mercenary company when the lord defaulted on his payments. Subsequently fought in a series of wars abroad, and ended up second-in-command to an illegitimate son of a high ranking noble in his company. First independent command came at the age of 32, when he took fifty cavalry to sack two villages. Eventually got pulled into different roles. Most significant action was leading the defences of a city that withstood a six-month siege. Came back to the kingdom was the wars petered out, was formally knighted, and joined the royal retinue. Was promoted to Captain of the Guard at 44 when the vacancy opened, and awarded a titular holding to give him authority over the minor gentry and commoners under his command.
Family: Too poor for immediate relevance.
Wardnar, Martin Martin Wardnar
Retinue man-at-arms | 21 | Male | Dynastic Appearance: Wardnar is above average in height and of fairly average build. He is possessed by all the vigor of youth, and he might even be permitted to stand in the flanks on a parade march. He makes a point of keeping good posture and standing up straight, and always stands, sits, or lays down as smoothly as he can manage, because the ideal knight simply doesn't plop down. He refuses to blacken his armor, and so he takes the time to keep it shining, polished, and free from rust, a bother because he still wears more than most soldiers. He uses an old bascinet for a helmet, and in fact, most of his armor seems second-hand, not because of damage, but because it seems ever so slightly antique. He carries around a type XV hand-and-a-half sword, mainly because common courtesy prevents him from carrying his more favored into buildings. In more formal occasions, he simply follows the whims of the court—a year or two after its passed through.
Personality: For some reason, despite growing up the son of a sheriff, Wardnar refuses to believe that there are dishonest men in the world. He doesn't even try to spend to excess, but he's consistantly broke, in large part because shopkeepers routinely convince him that the market cost of food is twice its actual price. He's even worse with women, especially noble women. One of life's greatest mysteries to Wardnar is how two women can possibly have a disagreement, lest one be horribly confused. The one place he doesn't get taken is on the field of battle. He doesn't have to be taken. He just charges in, every time, perpetually confident in his ability to win, and whoever he's with to follow his example and also win. Only in extremely overwhelming circumstances is he inclined to admit defeat.
History: Grew up having the daylights beaten out of him because his father didn't want to deal with an uppity kid after having to repair the state of affairs in the territory or having to chase criminals; relations were strained, but eventually repaired. Found he had a natural talent for horsemanship, and quickly learned how to use weapons, picking up an affinity for the lance. Acquired a desire to bring back the gentleman knight (never mind that he is not a gentleman and a hundred years late to be a knight with a lance); for now, content to pick up experience in the royal guard in Inoever and attempt to distinguish himself.
Family: Father: Sir John Wardnar, small landholder, served stints as seneschal and sheriff in The Moor; Mother: Marion; Older brother: died of consumption; Older sister: died of flu; Older sister: Elizabeth; Older brother: David; Older sister: died of pneumonia; Younger brother: Alexander; Younger sister: died of smallpox
-- Cullane, Duncan Duncan Cullane
Soldier of Fortune | 26 | Male Appearance: Of his 25 years, he has been fighting people for 24 of them in various capacities. His face bears evidence of such a life. One cheek bears a scar from under his nose to under his ear, and the other a powder burn. His nose is crooked from multiple breaks, and one eye socket isn't shaped like the other. He lets his dark brown hair grow out longer than most to cover another power burn on his neck. He stands at above average height if he stands up straight, but he loses an inch from his bowlegged gait, and tends to walk stiffly as though he were twenty years his own elder. He generally wears a buff coat and carries dozens of wooden cartridges and a powder horn. He is seldom seen without a backsword and at least one pistol, and he is known to use a musket for a walking stick when he cannot ride to his destination.
Personality: Ornery from birth, Cullane learned about property on his first birthday and that his older brother was going to inherit it all at age two. The tiny family estate just wasn't ever enough for him, and his father was too busy doing gentlemanly things to try to expand the family's fortunes (or to keep any money). He never got along with anybody in his village except for his older sister, Maude, who was privately as restless as he was. He was especially insufferable after she married and left home. When he left home and joined a passing condottiere, he didn't change much; he kept fighting civilians, except with weapons. He still despises peasants for being tepid, gentlemen for being wastrels, merchants for being conniving, and nobles for their blue blood. Partly for his hatred of any non-soldier and largely for the interest of his own personal gain, he will tell anybody who asks that war is no necessary evil. It is a positive good, and the right time to start a new one is the minute one has an outside chance of winning it.
History : Lived a hard life on the Sybrun border, exacerbated by his frustration that he could not inherit land. Fought long and hard with his family (except for Maude, who was as aggrieved as he was) just because he had nothing to lose (and, he thinks, they started it), and learned martial skill by picking fights with kids who could fight back. Angry parents were happy to let him run off to join some condottierre at 17. Picked up a severe distaste for unambitious peasants and decadent burghers in the process, and made some money at the expense of each in foreign wars.
Family: Father: Robert Cullane; Mother: Agnes; Older brother: Johne; Older sister: Agnes; Older sister: Maude Kintor; Older brother: died of consumption; Younger sister: Margret
Index of other characters in the world Landholders: Begeresburg, Thomas: 22-year-old (baron? count?) in the Moors
Gray, Andrew: 47-year-old landowning gentleman, theorist and writer in the Moors; father of Thomas Gray
Kintor, Maude: 28-year-old independent baroness in the Moors Non-landholders:
Gray, Thomas: 24-year-old soldier of fortune (temporarily, surely) from the Moors; son of Andrew Gray
Hintzen, Joachim: 29-year-old travelling priest and theologian spreading the Word of Kallistarism.
Monter, Gerart: 46-year-old merchant and banker in Vlelles
Ritter, Rodolff: 26-year-old knight from the Vlellen hinterland
Wachtere, Gherelm: 27-year-old hedge knight who tours the Vlellen countryside spreading his claim to a nearby barony.
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Post by Mosspath27 on Mar 6, 2020 22:32:33 GMT -5
Grazie mille
Temporary index is up until I think of a better solution. I'm ready to go whenever
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Post by Amber on Mar 6, 2020 23:52:53 GMT -5
Alana Emiline Browvyre
Browvyer Daughter | 28 | Female | Straight Appearance:
Alana has medium-tan skin and a light dusting of freckles around her body. It's most notable on her cheeks and nose. She's a little on the tall side, standing about 5'9'' and has a bit of an awkwardly proportioned body. Legs a touch too long, shoulders a bit wider than what's proper for a lady, and arms a bit too short for many things to fit propetly. Overall her mostly plain and awkward appearence is set off by her wavy hair and lively eyes. Bright, thick, auburn-red hair reaches to the middle of her back. It's usually kept in a tight, neat bun or well brushed and down. Meanwhile, her eyes are a deep, captivating violet-blue. To offset her vibrant hair, Alana tends to wear brilliant greens, deep purples, and soft blues. She typically has some sort of writing instrument behind her ear and a leather bag full of notes by her side.
Personality:
Alana is a very curious and intelligent woman. She has a love of learning and is always looking for something new to study. This is unsurprising considering her bookish nature. Alana often speaks her mind and rarely backs away from a challenge. Part of it is from an arrogance that she can worm her way out of any situation through her words. Whenever an argument arises, her cleverness and wittiness comes through, but so does her bluntness. She's not afraid to say things as she sees them, which gets her into trouble from time to time. This often includes sharp-tongued insults disguised as compliments or kind words. She's a bit rebellious and a quiet independent person. She tends to do most activities alone and rarely asks for help, mostly for the sake of her pride and stubbornness. She rarely sways away from a task, always determined to see things to completion. Alan is fiercely loyal to her family. Loyal to the point where she'll blindly defend them from most criticism. She manages to be both simultaneously observant and oblivious. She knows how to pick up the smallest details and use them in her favor. But because she gets so hyper-focused, she doesn't always take the time to look at the bigger picture.
History:
Alana always had a love for learning. From a young age, she quickly picked up reading, writing, and the art of insults. (The latter much to the dismay of her parents and teachers.) For most of her life, she's worked to be a well-known and prominate scholar. Her passions solely lie in research and study, especially because she has no interest in politics.
Family:
Unnamed Mother
Father- Deceased
Unnamed Brother
(Finally got this done. Might edit it a bit later and I also might make another character. For now, here she is.) |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Mar 19, 2020 20:00:41 GMT -5
Mae Galena Airmid
The Herbalist | 23 | Female | Heterosexual Appearance: Mae is simply beautiful. She is plain and average, nothing exceptional, but has a golden heart that makes everything about her inherently more lovely. Mae is short, standing at about 5'3". She has fairly broad shoulders and a muscular, athletic build from years of working in the fields. Her hands, although masculine and slightly calloused (with short, frequently bitten nails), are gentle and tender, and can work out even the smallest of knots in any line of rope or fabric. Her torso is a bit smaller than average, and she is rather flat chested, giving her more of a young teenage boy look than a 23 year old woman, but Mae has never really cared much about her appearances. Her legs are strong and sturdy, built for running and climbing. Her hair falls far down her back in wild, untamed curls that are chestnut in color with a coppery tint under sunlight. They fall to her waist and are usually pulled into a long, thick braid. Overall, nothing remarkable stands out about Mae's physique. Her face is slightly chiseled, although there is an inherent softness to her features. She has fierce, dark brows that are bushy and untamed, seated over large honey tinted brown eyes framed by long, dark lashes and crinkles from smiling. Further down, a rather cute, almost button like nose sprinkled with freckles all over lead into her taut cheeks. She has a bright, friendly grin, with a dimple on her left cheek. Her lips are full but average, nothing to really talk about. Her skin is a deep tan, darker in the summer, and many believe she is of mixed descent.
Personality: Mae may be plain on the outside, but on the inside her heart is beyond extraordinary. Mae is one of the kindest people you will ever get to meet. Mae has always been a wanderer. Ever since she was little, she found it hard to stay in one place. She remembered her guardians frantically collecting her from neighboring villages and making her promise not to wander off anymore (a promise that only lasted a few more weeks until she forgot again). To her, there just seemed to be so much good in the world that needed to be done, and so little time to do it. Mae just wants to help everyone and everything. She has this ache in her chest that only seems to dim slightly when she is helping out in whatever small way she can.
History: As she grew up, Mae found that she seemed to have a knack for healing. Whether it came from her ability to catch, heal, and release stray animals, to nursing an almost dead plant back to life, to make seemingly the perfect cup of tea to cure any ailment (physical or spiritual), Mae seemed to just know what to do. This has led her to pursue her path as an herbalist, going where she feels called to help. She has grown up in the Moors and learned many trades from out there, and has been studying to become an herbalist for quite some time.
Family: (Immediate or other close family members, also optional)
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