The Dark Drifter

"One day traders from Gelhill stopped coming, a month later folks from Cambell came through our town- Terrified and desperate to get away from their village; they spoke of a shadow that glided across the streets at night, and one by one took people from the black of night so that they would never be looked upon or heard of again.

But folks from Cambell were daft bastards, they had always been oddlings that had too many minstrels and not enough learned men... Of course we knew better, they were just stories by weak minded vagabonds who couldn't run their own village and weren't honest enough to admit they couldn't handle a small pack of Dunmyr coming by from time to time.

But people started disappearing. Screams would be heard at night yet no one was found, an empty home that had once been occupied by a young couple or a loner. The streets weren't safe, our homes weren't safe- Only place was safe for us folk was the light. Of course we had no idea what was making these people disappear; but then a bunch of us saw it one night... A misty shadow crawling up the walls of old man Shellam's house and drop right down the chimney; the screams of the old mans wayward grandson echoed through the streets, but the boy was no where to be found. We now knew then that a demon; a drifter from the underworld took him.

It was only a month a go that we learned the chilling and morbid lesson, that when night falls; always stay in the light."

This RP is centered around a town in need, it's neighbors have mysteriously disappeared and little by little every night people are taken by something not of this world.

You are a small band of adventurers whom have only two days ago banded together for the safety of numbers when traveling the Dunmyr plagued roads to the east of the city of Fremwall. However although expecting to see a lively and hospitable town in where you can lay your heads and full your stomach's, there is simply a village ruled by fear.

Will you help these people? And for what price?


I'm looking for obviously good and commited RPers; the setting is a medieval European themed world... Obviously still a fantasy equivalent with much difference to that of the real world at it's time.


Character Sheet:

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And heres some information about the Dunmyr;

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Looking for probably six players at most (including myself)

Name: Nathanial Cunningham
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Human
Appearance:

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Nathanial has long, flowing black hair that just goes past his shoulders, as well as one green eye. His left eye was lost within a battle in which he conquered over the murderer of his family, leaving him with a scar beginning from right above his left eyebrow and moving down to his left cheek. Nathanial stands at around six foot, five inches, wearing the traditional emblem of his family in their honour. The emblem consists of two dragon wings perched together to make it look like a shield, with the head of a lion in the center.
Personality: In battle, Nathanial has a kill first, loot the corpse, then ask questions later type of attitude, but around allies, he is easily approachable as well as kind hearted and always ready to help in disposal of a corpse or killing of wildlife to survive in the harsh wilderness.
Class/ Occupation: Rogue
Skills/training and abilities: Nathanial's rogue background gives him numerous tactics when going into battle. For example, he has learned to slightly silence his footsteps as he approaches an enemy, his skill with throwing weapons is simply astounding, and he is quite experienced in kills that allow him to somewhat blend in with his surroundings.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths

• Very silent with his kills.
  
• Leaves no evidence it was him
  
• Skilled in more than one weapon
  
• Numerous ways of taking down a foe
  
• Creates and distributes his own poison
  
• Terrific scout

Weaknesses

• Lack of depth perception from eye injury
  
• Numerous weak areas on his armour
  
• Weak in face to face combat
  
• Can't be trusted by most people

Equipment and clothing: Nathanial wears a custom made leather platebody and platelegs, which consists of a rare metal pounded down and placed in between two thick patches of leather, which still allows him to maintain his agility while still having enough armour to last him through an army of archers. His weapons are many, two daggers, one a simple curved dagger, given to him by his father, and the other, a serrated crimson dagger, stained from the blood of his foes. Both these daggers contain a hidden compartment where Nathanial stores the poison he makes inside of it, allowing his enemies to live out their final moments in complete agony. His throwing knives seem weak and flimsy to the untrained eye. But upon closer inspection, they reveal to be fairly dangerous, with the forked tips, a blade sharper than any other single handed weapon known to man, and the smallest intricate design that would leave Michelangelo in awe.
History/Bio: Nathanial was one of the few children in the sad times to be born within one of the higher class families of medieval Europe. He always seemed to have his fathers servants waiting on him, taking orders as they saw fit, and constantly tending to his every need. It wasn't until the age of fifteen when Nathanial started to realize if anything were to happen to his family, he would need to take over his fathers legacy and rule the small town they had lived in. He began training in the arts of becoming a noble fighter at the age of seventeen, which seemed to make his father proud, showing him that he would be able to soar through the ranks and become a personal guard for his father. At the tender age of nineteen, Nathanial witnessed the murder of his father and vowed to hunt down and kill his fathers murderer. It was a long and arduous task, but given an entire year, he engaged his foe in battle, throwing all of his noble fighting skills out the window and using the tools of a rogue. He killed his adversary without mercy, leaving numerous throwing knives in the eyes of his enemy, carving him up until he was almost unidentifiable, and vanishing without a trace. After that whole ordeal, he was exiled from his hometown and set off for greener pastures.

Name: Alric Brùn (Oswyn)
Age: 30.
Gender: Male.
Race/Ethnicity: Human/Senn
Appearance:

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Alric is a monster of a man, one who you would most definitely not want to pick a fight with upon first meeting him. He is much like any stereotypical Oswyn you may encounter; standing at around 7'4” and weighing in at about 250 pounds or so, meaning that he is usually well above the height of the average human that he may encounter. Alric has light brown, almost blonde looking hair when seen in the right light; not being overly fussed with his appearance, over the years the man has let it grow to a fair length, so it now reaches just past the small of his back. Like any Oswyn male, Alric has a rather impressive beard. It reaches down to the top of his chest, but is shortened in length by the two small platted like sections of it, that he lets fall down on either side; he stated that it was to give him the feel of a “Fanged Beast”.

Usually seen hidden from behind his helmet, Alric possesses deep, bright blue coloured eyes, that display a feeling of killing intent within them, no matter what emotion they may be hidden behind. Just below his right eye is a small scar, which he gained from a fight with one of the elusive Dunmyr; known as “Serpents of the Land” to the Oswyns. This trails down the right side of his face, only stopping once it gets to just above his chin. The rest of his body is riddled with many scars, of which Alric has gained throughout his many battles over the course of his life.

His attire consists usually of fairly average human looking clothes, which he wears when in a safe area. This is just basically, a green cloth tunic, which is tucked into a pair of leather trousers, which in turn are followed by a pair of leather boots. His pride and joy however, his set of armour, forged from the “Red Anvil” located within the town of Ebynand, capital of the Oswyn Clan’s domain; it consists of an extremely durable chainmail coat, made from the finest steel, which is accompanied by a helmet.
Personality: Unlike the rest of his family, Alric is a fairly jolly, fun loving individual, the type of person who is easy to get along with. Since leaving his homeland, Alric has encountered many different people who he has become friends with, before having to either separate from them, or they have ended up being killed whilst travelling with him; this means that he is a social person, who will say what the person wants to hear, rather than the straightforward kind that will tell them what they need. He likes to attempt to lighten a situation by making comments with the hopes of amusing others, as well as doing things of the sort in the hopes of keeping morale up.

Although not acting in the gruff, serious way that the rest of the Oswyns are known like, Alric possesses their absolute love of fighting and violence; he revels in its embrace, meaning that he will savour as much as he can of it, even though he doesn’t seem to be aware of his own strength, as he’s usually killed the opponent before having a chance to play with them. He likes to talk down to the opponent when in battle, belittling them as much as he can, as well as making gestures and taunting actions in the hopes of angering them. It seems he is fairly intelligent as well, as his fighting tactics seem very well thought through from even the shortest amount of time.
Class/ Occupation: Warrior.
Skills/training and abilities: Weaponry (Axes & Swords) and Armour Maintenance.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
-Very Strong .
-Fairly Intelligent.
-Extremely adept fighter.
-Endurance.

Weaknesses:
-Slow movement speed.
-Easy target.
-Ranged combat.
-Usually underestimates enemies.

Equipment and clothing: Gunnar – Alric’s main weapons of choice; it is a large battle axe, made from an iron base with a steel coating.
Hrunting – A simple single handed, double edged sword, used as a backup weapon for Alric. Like his armour, it is forged from the finest steel.
Odin – Named after the God, Odin is Alric’s helmet.
History/Bio: Alric was born into the prestigious Oswyn Family, a large and powerful clan, who were located in the north eastern portion of Senland (A large Nordic country). Being part of the main family, Alric’s early years were really anything that a child could ever hope for, as well as being tutored and being taught how to love and embrace warfare and violence, Alric was given anything that he may have a desire for; this ranged from such trivial things as alcohol, all the way to far more lewd subjects such as women. At the age of fourteen, around the time when Alric was finally recognised as a warrior of the clan, it was decided by his aging father, who was second in line to the Oswyn family, that he would put his Alric forth as the air, but not himself; this caused a huge amount of controversy within the Great Hall, as Alric wasn’t only considered still too young and weak to be the leader, but he was also not the oldest child in his family, being the younger of two brothers.

This caused disputes and all out brawls, that almost lead to a full scale civil war between the clan. However, around two years or so later, just after Alric’s father, Sigurd had passed away, the man’s oldest son Yngvi and heir to the family at that time “poisoned the mind” of the head of the house, leading to all of his family, other than Yngvi had them exiled from the village, leaving just Alric, his mother and three year old sister to try and fend for themselves in the wilds. Soon enough, Alric lead the two hungered and almost dead women to the walls of another, smaller clan’s domain. After a brief discussion, the other clan complied that they would look after and treat only Alric’s mother and sister as if they were their own, if Alric could bring back the head of one of the creatures that had been haunting their village and surrounding woodlands at night; known only as “The Serpents of the Land”.

With his family set firmly in mind, Alric set out into the deep woodland adjacent to the village, heading for a location specified as an area where he could encounter them for certain, After reaching a small location in the woodlands which was just left as a clearing in the trees, Alric simply awaited the destined arrival of this beast. He wasn’t disappointed, as soon enough, out of nowhere, Alric was driven to the floor and had almost lost his entire right eye without the help of his sword, which he had managed to impale the creature on moments after. Although the beast wasn’t dead; with no vision in his right eye and nothing else keeping him there, Alric headed back to the town with the beast in tow, although it passed away during the short trip, meaning that it was dead when he returned. When he returned to the village, he was hailed as a hero and welcomed with open arms, even being offered the daughter of the family’s head for marriage, to secure his hopes once and for all.

Deciding not to endanger those people or his family from the Oswyns, and changing his surname to Brùn, the new man set off into the vast lands before him, in the hopes of a new life altogether.

Oh shit you'd think after 63 views that there would be a few more interested people...

Waiit... I forgot. Half of you faggots are RPGFO members, thus you all have this little thing against me, plus you don't have any fucking imagination or taste.

May as well close this shit.

Well... I'm interested in joining if you're not closing it.

I knew you weren't the typical half baked asshole who can't write without swearing. Not bad, hats off for the fresh blood in here. You've got me.
I'll be thinking of a few character ideas, though some of mine may be a bit stretched for you. I'll PM the details of my oddballs if I can't think of anyone more normal to play, kay?

Jolly good, I hjave to post my character anyway.

Name: “Timid” Taig O Shannoc
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Human/ Caelic

Appearance:

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Taig is broad, muscular and stocky; standing 5’9” in height and weighing 84 KG’s. Taig has pale skin, blue eyes and brown hair- The said coloring and body shape is typical of Caels. Taig wears his hair in the traditional style for a Caelic man; a mostly shaved head with the exception of a long fringe tied back into a pony tail. Taig bares a scar over his right eye which has impeded his sight in the eye; he also has numerous battle scars on his arms and chest. Taig wears a green tunic with a black and white checkered pattern on the trims; he also wears a pair of black trousers, a pair of bear skin boots, a long black leather belt with a brass adornment on the end, as well as a silver tri-spiral necklace commonly worn by Caels. Taig is never seen without his long steel dagger hanging from his belt.

However due to his compulsion to wear armor; he is commonly seen wearing splint mail consisting of a steel scale mail cuirass, two steel shoulder plates, two steel knee pads, a pair of hard leather vambraces on his forearms (One of which has a steel plate attached to it.), Taig also wears a steel chainmail tunic under his cuirass.

Personality: Typical of a Cael; Taig is violent, aggressive and loves fighting- He has a passion for weaponry, martial arts and drinking. Of course he also has a strong sense of honor and morality and possesses the trademark bravery and ferocity of his people. However among his own people he is considered a bit of a coward due to his need to wear heavy armor to feel safe and confident; and although on occasion has rushed into battle unarmored, it greatly impacts on his confidence and courage. Taig loves to eat; he has become somewhat chubby for a Cael because of his large appetite and heavy drinking, although he does exercise regularly and is considerably fit- He is still very pudgy considering.

Taig is a lot more tolerant and easy going than most other Caels; having grown up in a foreign land, in a semi-traditional upbringing and having most of his friends being non-Caelic, Taig has been reared into acceptance and tolerance of diversity despite his parents attempts to raise him in the most traditionally Caelic environment they could maintain while living amongst foreigners. Despite the inherently ferocious, violent and battle loving nature of the Caelic gene and it’s culture; which inevitably produces said qualities in a Cael. Taig is a considerably jolly, optimistic person; generally good natured and fun loving.

Sadly Taig isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer; many would describe him as being slightly below the norm when it comes to quick thinking and cunning. He also tends to be slow when it comes to humor; but none the less Taig can be likable so long as he isn’t having one of his grumpy or overly paranoid days- Which tend to occur more often than most of his friends would like. Also like his people; Taig is artistic and has a dabbling interest in metal work; although his favorite expression of his artistic nature is through embroidery and sewing- Most of Taig’s clothing he has made himself.

Class/ Occupation: Warrior

Skills/training and abilities: Taig like the vast majority of Caels is a highly skilled fighter; very skilled in the Caelic martial arts Carrogahn and Darragahn- Taig is a considerably adept fighter with both weaponry and unarmed combat; his specialty being grappling, swords and knives. Taig is also adept in the martial arts and fighting styles of a few other cultures; giving him a broad fighting experience and a versatile warrior training.
Taig is also a competent black smith whom applies his skills to repair his armor and weapons. Aside from his skill as a warrior and basic training in metal work; Taig is a fine tailor for someone who has never completed an actual apprenticeship in clothes making. Taig also speaks semi fluent Caelic as well as common tongue.

Strengths/Weaknesses:

Strengths:
- Very strong, resilient, high constitution and over all physically powerful; He can take a mighty powerful whack and give an equally powerful one back.
- Good reflexes; due to his training and because it’s a basic requirement of a skilled warrior.
- Highly skilled in martial arts: both weaponry and unarmed combat; like any Cael Taig is a great warrior who can fight with sword, knife, spear, axe or fist.
- Excellent at making clothing and sewing; Taig can make tunics, trousers, dresses, you name it.
- Brave and Ferocious in battle; the boy is a psycho.
- Very sturdy; Taig isn’t easy to knock down and he can handle his drink very well.
Weaknesses:
- Right eye is impaired; giving him a slight impairment in depth perception (Although he has trained himself to improve his depth perception when it comes to fighting, black smiting and sewing.)
- Slow runner; due to his stocky and pudgy build, as well attributed to heavy load of his equipment.
- Armor; Taig’s armor is like his security blanket, he relies on it for that extra boost of confidence.
- Alcoholism; The Caelic blood gifts him with great strength, endurance and a natural knack for fighting- However he’s also genetically predisposition to alcoholism; a factor which effects his life even at the young age of 18.
- A bit on the slow side; He’s not the most clever of people… And he’s definitely not the brains behind the operation.
- Archery; as much as Taig would love to walk around with a longbow and put arrows into peoples heads; he just doesn’t have that knack for the bow like so many people do… In essence he’s a disastrously inept archer.

Equipment and clothing: Taig wears a green tunic with a black and white checkered pattern on the trims; he also wears a pair of black trousers, a pair of bear skin boots, a long black leather belt with a brass adornment on the end, as well as a silver tri-spiral necklace commonly worn by Caels. Taig is never seen without his long steel dagger hanging from his belt.
However due to his compulsion to wear armor; he is commonly seen wearing splint mail consisting of a steel scale mail cuirass, two steel shoulder plates, two steel knee pads, a pair of hard leather vambraces on his forearms (One of which has a steel plate attached to it.), Taig also wears a steel chainmail tunic under his cuirass.

Equal to his armor, Taigs most prized possessions are his long, steel dagger and his steel two handed sword. Both well made; the sword it’s self belonged to his mother before she died, the dagger is one of his oldest possessions of which he has had since the age of 5 and Taig himself has named “Shadya” after his fiery Passinian ex-girl friend.

History/Bio: Taig is a proud Cael by blood and cultural upbringing; however his upbringing was not the most traditional- Like a few Caelic clans, Taig’s parents migrated to the city of Al Eminro in the kingdom of Calita. Taig was born and bred in Al Eminro and was a member of the cities decently sized and separatist Caelic population- There he was raised amongst orthodox Caels and many other ethnicities and cultures; Taig’s childhood friends being a mixture of both; and his first and only Girl Friend at the age of 15 Shadya, herself was of Passinian decent. Taig was raised in as much of the violence and brutality that an existence in Al Eminro would allow- Training in martial arts and exercising every day, as well as being an apprentice in his father smithy. Taig was nicknamed “Timid” when he entered his first Darraghan tournament in a padded tunic and a few leather pads died to him- Being afraid of being struck by a wooden sword from someone other than his father or older sister scared him.

This behavior continued to be a trend for Taig; thus the name took and as he grew older and saved his money- The armor became more effective. Taig’s fiery and bossy Passinian girlfriend Shadya eventually jumped him for a Calitian boy named Matino; who of which Taig viciously battered out of anger and pain. Not long after this, Taig’s mother died from illness (Liver failure from alchohol abuse), Taig was crushed by his mother’s death and inherited her sword, which now he regards as one of his most prized possessions. After these events Taig decided to embark of a quest- A quest to find a new life away from Shadya and to discover what it truly was to be a real Cael.

Packing his equipment, possessions and supplies; Taig headed on a journey to the island of Cammin; where he would be an adventurer and eventually from Cammin go across the sea to Taig Carroc- The homeland of the Caels.

I'll have my profile up by the end of the week, just dealing with some stuff so I'm working on it bit by bit.

FUCK! I'VE JUST REALIZED HOW SIMILAR MY CHARACTER IS TO YOU'RES CHRIS!


FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!

I also need to make a reminder!

AS I STATED IN THE FIRST POST! THIS IS NOT ACTUALLY EUROPE!

NOT! ACTUALLY! EUROPE!

THERE'S A EUROPEAN THEME!

As apposed to you running around with Japanese themed characters wielding Katanas n shit.

THIS IS NOT EUROPE! IT IS A FANTASY WORLD THAT IS VERY MUCH SIMILAR TO MEDIEVAL EUROPE BUT STILL!

BLAGHARG GWAAAAK CLAK!

Christ if need be, you can make a European or Middle Eastern themed character. But not someone from fucking Prussia. Not someone from France or the kingdoms that are modern day Spain.

I just went for the best image that would suit my character that wasn't drawn or anything.

No I'm talking about the content of the histories.

Specifically you and Chris...

Ah, well that would explain alot... I will edit it first thing in the morning.

Name: Clerin Vice
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Human / Local
Appearance: Short, skinny, childish looking. Wiry, mousy gray hair. Simple, often dirty robes.
Personality: Friendly, to the point of being considered bubbly, but often solitary and reclusive when not actively engaged in conversation. Tries too hard to do things for others, often with disastrous consequences, which leaves him with a somewhat goofy attitude towards things. He does his best, fails, and gets up to try again.
Class/ Occupation: Trap Master, failed magician, and local library.
Skills/training and abilities: His handiwork with traps is exceptional, he can identify and give information on nearly anything. He's great at putting together what the group has to make a useful tool - if only for the moment. His tools or traps are often only good for the one situation, needing to be entirely rebuilt to accommodate even the slightest change in purpose. His information is almost always spot on, unless he's been mislead or misinformed about what he's discussing. He has a very analytical mind, sometimes to the point of spending hours mulling and contemplating a relatively simple problem, not seeing the obvious solution.
Strengths/Weaknesses: His magic is nearly always screwy in some way, never quite what he expects. His traps are good for one thing and one thing only. He can't see simple solutions to simple problems. He fails to quite fit in anywhere, often grinding on people's nerves in some way or another.
His traps are nearly flawless when not interfered with, he's a walking library of useful information on anything you can bring him or describe, he sees solutions to even the most complex of problems given enough time, and he just barely keeps his annoying tendencies hidden enough not to be entirely thrown out of the camp at any given moment.
Equipment and clothing: Simple clothes, often over sized gray robes and sandals, and anything on hand can be a tool if you look closely at it and use your head.
History/Bio: Little has been withheld from him since childhood except for attention. He used everything under the sun from high quality artisan tools, to sticks he found outside while exploring, to produce traps and gadgets for a wide variety of uses. But each tool, even having more than one possible use, was only ever used for the things he thought of using it for when he built it. If he needed a tool for a new purpose, he would cannibalize old tools to make new ones that suited the job perfectly. He's an only child, raised himself more or less, few friends but always willing to put the effort in to make friends if anyone would ever talk to him. Out of all the things that he's studied, magic is his favorite topic. Sadly, he has absolutely no aptitude for it, given that he draws strength from his mind rather than his spirit. Zero tolerance for those that deliberately misinform or mislead others with false information, he views the pursuit of knowledge as the highest art and detests those that mislead others in that journey. He has traveled far and wide, visiting many strange places and cultures to learn first hand the things he read about as a child. His journey began at a young age, 16, when he left home to find out everything he could. His travels include visiting a Dunmyr village, spending a month in a mountain monastery (including studying the active volcanic activity of the mountain), and a brief trip aboard a trading ship at sea as high points of his studies.

I'm lovin it.

We full yet, babe?

I reckon I might play a really old guy who is completely useless but hands out wise words every so often.

Four peple and a fifth probably on the way... I don't know about you but I vote we light this firecracker beforeit starts raining on our asses.

EDIT: Wewt! I caught up with Mike in post count! *Does the funky chicken*

I think we are just waiting on one from you, Dantai, and one from Vanilla

One from me? *looks up*
Well, Nilla and Dantai yeah. I can wait I suppose. I just waited too long to start Awakened and all my interest vanished.

Well mad...

Once you're characters are up and acceptable, we'll start immediately.

To Shiro: I wasn't referring to you at all, I was merely referring to Dantai.

Do you have a problem with Dan because he's gay?

I didn't say that at all dude, I was just saying that when I was talking about who still owed character sheets, Shiro believed I was talking about him also owing one.

Naw I know you didn't, I just wanted to take the opportunity to call him a fag.