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The Dawn Order character bios list; Before RPing, please put the bio here!
Topic Started: Aug 25 2013, 09:09 PM (853 Views)
Mr.Fauncy
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For the sake of simplicity, I'd prefer you guys put the bios on this post.

Here is the link to the RP.

And this is the link to the Dawn Order's Beastiary. Thank you Auk!

Rules:
1.Follow the general rules concerning Classic RP's.
2.You are not a hero. Don't be a total badass with no weaknesses, please. Unless you're one of the main antagonists.
3.Try to keep this RP in it's limits of "realism".
4.Have fun.

(* Required)
*Name:
Aliases:
*Age:
*Gender:
*Race:
Body Type: (From 1-10, 10 Being muscular)
Hair Colour:
Hair Style/Length:
Distinguishing Marks(If Any):

Personal:
Family:
Friends:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Dreams:
Fears:
Hobbies:
*Armor/Protection: (Light padded armor, Chainmail armor, plate armor, etc.)

General Personality:
(How you act)

*Weapon of choice
(Examples are, You can be a crossbowmen, wield 2 handed swords, sword/shield, etc etc. Be creative, per say a dagger made of silver or something)

*Biography:
(Your past history, when you joined the Order, and why)

*Ranks within the Order:
(You can choose to be an experienced member, new recruit, long term veteran, etc etc.)

Specializes in:
(Well? What do you specialize in? Killing vampires, diplomacy, etc etc.)
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So we're just using our old profiles if we want , correct?
For those of you who are unfamiliar with me, I'm better known as Witching. :3


As Writers,
It is our Duty,
To create Lovable, Enticing characters,
And do Horrible, Horrible things to them.

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Mr.Fauncy
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Yes, you can make minor changes or major if you want. That's what I'm doing.
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Nox
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Am I okay to go ahead and make something not so human, but not outright against the Dawn Order? Say, a neutral beast who kills anything no matter their species?
I am Nox, for I am the Darkness of the Night.
The Necromancer of Destruction.

"..I'm becoming less defined as days go by;
Fading away, and well you might say, I'm losing focus.

Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself.

Sometimes, I think I can see right through myself,
Sometimes, I can see right through myself.

Less concerned about fitting into the world; your world that is,
'cause it doesn't really matter anymore, no it doesn't really matter anymore.

None of this really matters anymore.

Yes I am alone, but then again I always was as far back as I can tell.
I think maybe it's because; because you were never really real to begin with.

I just made you up to hurt myself, and it worked, yes it did.

There is no you, there is only me.
There is no fucking you, there is only me.."


All hail The Mad King Ryan Haywood.
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Mr.Fauncy
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That's perfectly fine. If you want to go antagonistic, go ahead and send a pm and we'll discuss it a bit.
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Darko Gottschalk
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Name: Anselm Eselrennen-Pallinger
Aliases: None
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Old Prussian
Body Type: 8- Being disciplined in in the use of a halberd and training in plate armor, he has gained much more muscle to work with.
Hair Colour: Brown
Hair Style/Length: Bald. Those who have hair that can be grabbed, can lose their head.
Distinguishing Marks(If Any): None

Personal:
Family: An unnamed daughter, a product of a quick marriage before being accepted in the Order. His wife died of an unknown aliment last year. He had ten siblings, nine of who died in the following years after he was born, from famines, civil conflicts, and disease. His youngest sister was the victim of a vampire attack and subsequently turned into a member of the undead.
Friends: Christos, a Crusaders member of which he shares a friendly rivalry with. Most of his other friends have died in battle or have gone missing, so he has a sense of protection to his last dear friend.
Likes: The Crusaders, as they fight in the name of Christ, but chose the Order instead due to their much more destructive tendencies of black magic. Nature as it hones his survival skills, and blacksmiths to improve his armor. Melee weapons are his passion, deeming it a manly endeavor to bring the end of life at ones own hands. He enjoys being with others, using any opportunity show off his prowess. Anselm enjoys his job immensely, always volunteering for the most dangerous of missions, save for vampires.
Dislikes: The Teutonic Knights (he was rejected by them twice). He detests dogs, due to an allergy and general attitude. He also associates dogs with werewolves causing problems. Aristocratic society that places themselves over the well being of the population. Anselm has an utter hatred for ranged weaponry, including archers, throwing spears and all as they are weapons of cowards. Out of the variety of monsters he has slain, he dislikes vampires the most due to their strange form and infectious properties.
Dreams: He dreams of his wife from time to time, and hopes to reunite in the next life. Contrasting, he hopes to become an ultimate warrior, slaying any enemy he may find in battle with his
Fears: He fears never being good enough to suit anyone's expectations. For hours on end he would train himself up to the point of near sickness, neglecting food and water, because of a comment a higher-up would state. He fears becoming a vampire, and detests fighting against them in fear of being bitten, due to the nature of his close combat. He fears failure and indesicviness more than anything, as it led to the downfall of his sibling.
Hobbies:Training and honing his senses, reading scripture, literature.
Armor/Protection: As a man with his weapon experience the only armor appropriate would be plate armor.

General Personality: In his entirety, Anselm is a pragmatic man. Wanting to find the most effective solution is his style when in combat, and isn't afraid to fight dirty, despite having a stigma towards ranged weaponry. He tends to be, whether you like it or not, a father figure and attempt to teach you whatever it is you do not understand, even if he had just learned how a few minutes prior. As a devout man, you can often find him praying for the safety of his comrades and himself when perusing threats. He tries his best to be understanding of problems and is willing to listen. He also tends to take constructive criticism a tad too much, and takes it to heart, wanting to make the person who spoke eat their words. He cares not for fashion and would attend meetings in his britches if he was allowed too. He also travels everywhere with his halberd. Hating the upper class, Anselm often puts himself into trouble offending his benefactors. He holds no loyalty to the lords and hierarchy that come to rule Old Prussia, wishing to have all their heads on a pike. As such, he has little care for

Weapon of choice: Anselm utilizes a hand-crafted halberd with the blades constructed out the finest silver, money could buy. To him ranged weapons are dishonorable and for the weak. The halberd with its legendary three areas of lethality have each claimed 10 human heads, and Anselm hopes to claim the head of a werewolf As .Landsknechte, Anselm uses the traditional style of fighting with halberd, though reduced the length of his weapon for it to be useable indoors. Its weight requires two hands to use.

Biography: Hailing from the Duchy of Prussia, Anselm lived a relatively simple life taking care of those who felt dear to him. His parents held simple jobs as woodcutters, and was born the oldest of As a teenager, he attempted to join a band of mercenaries and support the French regime against the English in the Hundred's Year War. With the attempt unsuccessful, Anselm went into the escort business, guiding lost travelers and protecting them from wildlife or bandits that crossed their path. Quickly, he learned what he could do best, hacking things with a giant metal rod. When he was 17, a vampire infestation hit his native village and infected his youngest sister. Unable to come to terms with her vampirism, Anselm seeks to destroy all vampires.

Wanting early on to join the Teutonic Knights, he quickly trained himself to be worthy of their presence. The case however was different, as he was rejected not once, but twice. This rejection stemmed a large hatred of the Teutonics and eventually the aristocrats funding their endeavors against the threat of Islam in the East. Before joining the Order he was quickly married and had a daughter who he wasn't able to see due to being initiated in the Order.

Ranks within the Order: As a "new" experienced member of the Order, his job is to educate the even newer recruits on the use of the halberd to disable and eliminate any threats. He is currently expanding his knowledge on melee weapons as a whole to improve his prowess. Although his rank is higher than most, he still has to answer to the Vet of the Order.

Specializes in: Melee weapons and smithing. It costs valuable resources to purchase new armor, when you can just repair your own.
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Mr.Fauncy
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*Name: Remus Vadim
Aliases: Remus
*Age:33
*Gender:M
*Race:Romanian
*Body Type: (From 1-10, 10 Being muscular) 7
Hair Colour:Brown
Hair Style/Length:Average, short enough that hair doesn't obstruct vision
Distinguishing Marks(If Any): N/A

Personal:
Family: Mother and siblings have been long deceased, murdered by vampires weeks after his birth. He grew up with a highly protective father, whom is also a respected high ranking officer in the order. Although Remus never knew his deceased kin, he wouldn't have grown up as he did, and for that, he owes something to the vampires. He plans to give them the ultimate reward-An escape from immortality. After all, living forever really is a curse.
Friends: Generally has a liking to all who join the Order, but trusts no one more than the man who raised him. Because of his father's high rank, he has connections to certain higher-ups, militarily and diplomatically.
Likes: To see the extermination of undead-preferably vampires. Also likes any form of archery, whether it be bow or crossbow. There's nothing more satisfying than never giving your enemies a chance to fight back.
Dislikes: Undead, and the Crusaders- who in fact are bitter rivals to the Order
Dreams: If possible, to slay the vampires who murdered his mother and siblings. Other than that, to continue the Order’s legacy, and eradicate the filth of the night.
Fears: Seeing his father and Order fall to either the Crusaders or the undead.
Hobbies: Fletches for a hobby and as a job. Hunts animals for sport and resources, hunts men for certain valid reasons, and hunts monsters for the Order.
*Armor/Protection: Light hooded armor, with leather padding underneath. Has the Order's coat of arms on cloak.

General Personality:
Many say Remus acts just like his father. Following directly in his footsteps, gaining the same passion to burn vampires and bring glory to the Order. Remus however, is much less strict, retaining his mother's side of the personality. He's just as friendly as the next person, but when tension increases, he takes on his father's mind.

*Weapon of choice
A recurve bow made of wood from selective trees of which undead and demons typically avoid. His arrows are dipped in holy water, and each don lethal silver arrowheads. He’s also created specifically shaped arrowheads depending on the target. When the situation gets up-close and personal, he carries around a steel silver bladed short sword.

*Biography:
Before Remus was born, he was already destined to set a path of light and join the Order. He'd have no choice, as his father was a high ranking general, who would see to it, that the day the sun dawns, there will be but a silence among the dark. His father, passionate for the eradication of the unholy, decided Remus will become his legacy. This incredible dedication would only intensify shortly after vampires had brutally murdered and defiled his mother and siblings. Remus never knew his mother or his sisters, but as he grew, he began training vigorously as he vowed to retain his father's dream of the purge, and avenge his mother and sisters. Vampires, being immortal creatures, wouldn't have died from a normal cause. He had hoped that the very same ones that had done the deed would’ve survived long enough, so he can personally rid of them.
Although he isn't as old as his father was, he's earned as much experience as he did over the years of growing up in a fort. When he was a young adolescence, he had already sparked an interest in fletching arrows, something which would soon become a large part of his life and career. If you were to place a bundle of sticks, feathers and silver in his hands, you'd receive plenty of arrows back. Of course they weren't perfect, but it was a stepping stone to the mastery of the art. By the time he became 13, shooting and hunting became another activity he began to perfect on. Bringing down deer and doves were common practice, and made for good eating. He continued this for the rest of his career, perfecting on accuracy, learning stealth and trials of the hunt, and in no time, he was set on duty to fight the undead.

*Ranks within the Order:
A long term member of the Order, son of a high ranking general.

Specializes in:
Arrow fletching, archery, and hunting techniques including stalking skills and stealth. Why waste time on the battlefield, when you could simply pick off targets and disappear?
Edited by Mr.Fauncy, Nov 12 2013, 09:03 PM.
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Pestarzt Auk
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Name: Virgil [lastnamesomethingwillgettoitlater]
Age: Early twenties.
Gender: Male
Race: Germanic
Body Type: 5
Hair Colour: A peculiar shade of black
Hair Style/Length: Merely a few inches long with no set style
Distinguishing Marks: One large scar down the center of the torso, several smaller scars scattered about the body.

Family: None to speak of.
Friends: Being a traveler, he's made a few, but they do not meet often.

Likes: Virgil enjoys silence and being left alone to do his work, and is generally enthusiastic about uncovering strange objects and knowledge.
Dislikes: Caring little about other people's troubles, he doesn't enjoy being brought in to matters that impede his personal projects. Virgil's eyesight is sensitive, making him irritable when exposed to the sun.
Dreams: No set life goals besides what he decides on for the present and near-future.
Fears: Not too fond of situations in which he could fall from a significant height.
Hobbies: A fascination with the strange, an interest in alchemy, and a preoccupation with medicine.

Armor/Protection: His interactions with the spreading plague have made it clear that quarantine is the only safety method that has proven effective, especially when dealing with patients. Thus, he wears a revolutionary head-to-toe suit made primarily of leather and cloth. His face covered by a hard mask with an avian design, complete with tinted glass eye lenses. A wide-brimmed hat is also worn on occasion, generally when venturing outdoors.

General Personality: Cold, mellow, but by no means aggressive or wrathful. Virgil does not really enjoy extended contact with unfamiliar individuals, but can get by socially when he has to. Is often found reading up on information relevant to him, operating on patients, or dissecting bodies to his lonesome. Tends to not act in a whim, instead opting for analyzing the situation before taking action or speaking his mind. Speaking of which, he doesn't reveal his thoughts in full or to just anyone. Information he has discovered will only be repeated if they are of little importance or, conversely, of large importance and need to be spoken so that the situation benefits Virgil.

Weapon of Choice: While he is usually in charge of healing the wounded of battles, he himself has had his fair share of surprise engagements that have left him with some knowledge of combat. Optimally, the surgical equipment he carries with him make for efficient last-minute weapons, but they are no means efficient enough to be considered for full-on combat. For these situations, he would most likely opt for some of the more time-tested weapons; knives, daggers, maces, axes, etc.

Biography: Virgil has traveled quite a bit in his lifetime. He had at one point been in Asia, before returning to the European stage and working as a surgeon for a few military groups, most notably the Knights of Saint John, better known as the Knights Hospitaller. As of late he has been wandering eastern Europe as a freelance plague doctor, migrating from one location to another helping the efforts, no matter how vain. He has spent a considerable amount of time in quarantine after his most recent visiting, and is now free to move once more. This time, a group known as the Dawn Order has called for aid, and Virgil is taking a caravan to their location.

Rank: Technically none, employed as a freelance doctor to help with the plague.

Specializes in: Efficient in medical procedures of the time, has some familiarity with alchemy and stories of supernatural material.
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*Name: Cael
Aliases: "Horus Incarnate" (something he has tried to spread but hasn't really caught on)
*Age: 89 (though wields the body of a 30 year old due to his race and regeneration)
*Gender: Male
*Race: Hungarian - Falcon Therianthrope
Body Type: 6, he's in fair shape. Not especially largely muscled by any means, but he maintains a fit body in his hobbies and work.
Hair Colour: Brown
Hair Style/Length: Kept decently short, separated infront of his eyes and about halfway down his neck in the back.
Distinguishing Marks(If Any): A tatoo of the eye of horus around his right eye. Also sports a small evil goatee.
Personal:
Family: None
Friends: Few, but he enjoys the company of his second in command, a capable young fellow therianthrope named Augstine. His only true friend however is a hunting falcon he's named Ra.
Likes: Efficiency, open air, a great view, and dead crusaders
Dislikes: Confined spaces, The Dawn Order
Dreams: A world without cursed humanity and their hypocrisy, where he can be free to hunt and have his own spare time outside of persecution.
Fears: The end of his power, being stripped of what he has worked to obtain, the loss of his abilities
Hobbies: Enjoys hunting all kinds of game and regularily goes out to track whatever he can find. Especially enjoys hunting larger predators, including humans when any are close, or when he goes out of his way to locate "strays".
*Armor/Protection: Typically wears simply light armour padding with pauldrons attaching a patterned cape behind him. All are of course patterned in gold with Egyptian symbolism.

General Personality:
Cael is proud and by association, often arrogant in his postion. However his keen intellect and innate tactical ability generally make up for his ego, and serve him greatly in his many endeavours.
He has little patience for failure regardless of reason, and only allows the tested and elite to join his chosen ranks. Despite this, he has been known to have a secret soft-spot for the betrayed and desperate born from his own beginnings. Even still, he is known to be ruthless and unforgiving in his goals, few have crossed him and survived the unwise experience.

*Weapon of choice
A specialized crossbow optimized for range firing, though he is also proficient in the bow and arrow.

*Biography:
Cael was born to an impoverished family. His parents did their best to keep him and themselves fed, but many a day would go by with no food. Eventually, driven to desperation, his father resorted to a black magic ritual he'd picked up from some of his fellows.
The ritual intent was to summon a demon identified with wealth and greed. In the process of preparing, however, their door was broken down, and armoured men identifying themselves as members of "The Dawn Order" stepped in. They accused Cael's father of wielding dark magic, something they deemed illegal and blasphemous. At his obvious lies to try cover up his actions, he was taken by the men. He struggled to get loose and managed to push off one of the soldiers, prompting a violent response. Cael's father did not survive the sword in his gut. Blood spilled out onto the floor, little bits hitting Cael's face as the boy stared in horror at his dying father. The soldiers, however, wasted no time, and quickly took both him and his mother away, now deemed witnesses to black magic, and therefore unclean. Already starved, the mother and child sat rotting in the dark, stone prison cells beneath one of the forts, with only one window to the open sky and cliffs below. With options slim, the mother, using a sharp stone she managed to find, killed herself, allowing her blood to spill, but not before
teaching the same ritual her husband had been attempting, to Cael. The young boy, although horrified, performed the summoning using his mother as the vessel. When asked to give something further, for whatever he wanted, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his right eye to the demon.
"What is it you desire, boy?"
"I want freedom! I want to fly out that window and I want the power to kill those men that did this to us!"
Cael's face did not waver, his conviction did not falter. Impressed, the demon simply nodded.
"Then it is so"
The once animated woman again fell dead, as Cael's body began to change. Feathers erupted from his skin, his arms extended and changed into wings, with vicious claws sprouting from the centers. Talons replaced toes, and piercing raptor eyes peered out from a now avian head. The wall before him erupted in a flurry of rubble and stone as a cackling echoed through his head, though he could barely comprehend it. He followed his only desire at the moment. Escape. Wings flapped and he soared out and away from the prison. But a crossbow bolt tore into his wing, eliciting a falcon's screech, and turning attention. The man who fired it had his eyes gouged out.
The reinforcements were torn apart by vision claws, and the last witness dropped into the canyon below. Freedom at hand, Cael flew. He flew far away from that land. In coming years, he was taken into House Barbas, and quickly ascended the ranks, until being awarded secondary dominion over the House in Poland, where he is now. Since, he's done much to exploit Horus imagery, believing himself to be an avatar of the Egyptian deity on Earth, of sorts.

*Ranks within the House:
Second in Command of the House Barbas Poland Main Faction

Specializes in:
Long-range fighting notably, with bow and arrow and crossbow. Specifically used to fight crusader and Dawn Order alike.
Edited by Augustus von Zooa, Sep 15 2013, 05:17 PM.
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Wisse van Bakel
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Name: Edward MacGregor
Aliases: The Hell of Harlaw, Deadward, That Damned Scot
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Scottish
Body Type: 10
Hair Colour: Dark brown
Hair Style/Length: Wavy and down to his shoulders; full beard of average length
Distinguishing Marks(If Any):

Family: Orphaned when his parents succumbed to bandits. A few children with whom he has no fatherly relation, seeing as they're all bastard-children.
Friends: Anyone who can hold their own in a fight, didn't insult his bagpipe playing, or refuse a drink is considered a friend of Edward.
Likes: Fighting, playing the bagpipes, and drinking
Dislikes: Cowards; the English; Sobriety
Dreams: To be remembered as the strongest man of his time
Fears: Running out of people to duel; large bodies of water
Hobbies: Playing the bag pipes and singing the songs of his homeland are his personal passions, and he loves nothing more than them. Except of course, fighting anyone he see's as a good challenge.
Armor/Protection: He has a suit of high quality plate armor, and underneath it wears only the barest of clothing akin to his Highland heritage.

General Personality: Edward's personality is one that is larger than life. He is eccentric, confrontational, and one to never be out done. Edward could be described as hedonistic, generally doing whatever he does for his own pleasures rather than for the service of the church or the order, or even necessity. He is either someone you love or hate, without much room in between the two. He's normally a jolly and enthusiastic person, the life of a brothel, tavern, inn, or party of any kind. He loves to talk, tell tales, and insult, especially if he can do it at a volume audible within a ten kilometer radius. He can be quick to anger, especially since he's usually drunk or itching to fight.

Weapon of choice: Edward's one and only weapon that isn't either of his fists is his sword, Argetlam. No ordinary sword, Edward found it at an abandoned Gaelic ritual site, with the weapon endowed with the ethereal energy of angels and the edges lined with silver. Upon wielding the blade he was filled with the visions of the previous great swordsman before him. A time long forgotten, the sword was blessed and carried the essence of an angelic being. Because of the lingering essence, the blade was impervious to demonic curses and diseases. Because Edward was in constant contact with the relic, it has rubbed off upon him as well, protecting Edward from the vampirism plague and lower forms of magic, as well as giving him slightly higher stamina, strength, and healing factors compared to that of other swordsmen. The blade itself is made of the finest steel and silver, made to withstand many shocks and blows, and even after a long period of absence, it is just as good as before. The essence not only protects the user, but also protects the sword from physical use, making it one of the best demon hunting weapons around.

Biography: Edward was born to a poorly family in the upper highlands of Scotland, having all his other siblings day of natural causes. When he was seven years old, his father was murdered by bandits while his mother was violated, killing herself later as a result and effectively orphaning Edward. Determined to not die, he wandered around the Highlands for some time before coming across the ruins of an older Gaelic-Celtic ritual site, where he found a sword with the name ARGETLAM inscribed on the side of the blade. And so, with little else to do that appealed to him, Edward set off to train himself in the art of combat by challenging various people to duels. By the time he was 18, he had become the best known swordsman in the British Isles and he eventually left the islands to seek more people to challenge, traveling to various parts of the European world. Along the way the Order became aware of the young mans talents and offered him the chance to join their ranks. Edward accepted, and has since been working for the Order while continuing to fulfill his dream of becoming the best fighter of his era.

Ranks within the Order: Edward is an experienced member within The Order, and easily the best swordsman in it. His immunities to certain forms of magic and vampirism have also made him a valued member.

Specializes in: Edward specializes in sword fighting with a claymore sword of his that is embedded with Celtic-Gaelic holy blessings. Even without his sword, his endurance and physical strength is much greater than that of most foes he faces, so his hand to hand combat is not something to be taken lightly.
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Name: Milena Rozhdesventskaya
Age: 43 (Born 12th February 1305)
Gender: Female
Race: Russian (Novgorod Republic)
Body Type: 2 - Milena the thinnest of her family, despite the fact that she gorges on rich food, she is also very weak.
Hair Colour: Brown
Hair Style/Length: She has it tied back into a loose bun, and usually adorned with jewels and feathers. When outside, she always wears a hat.
Distinguishing Marks (If any): Apart from a few scars from childhood illnesses, none.

Family: She has a sister and family back in Novgorod Republic, though never sees them. While her family are of the Novgorodian nobility, she only chooses to negotiate with them when it’s convenient.
Friends: Milena doesn't have that many close friends. She considers her closes companions to be her two dogs Chorniy and Beyley. She prefers to keep people away from her life, due to her paranoia. Though she does enjoy socialising with the elite, as long as she knows she is in control.
Likes: Milena enjoys the finer things in life, such as valuable clothes, food and music. She also is very interested in the dark arts, and loves making poisons, which is why she was hired by the Order. She also has an intense interest in politics and current affairs, if only to learn how to manipulate those in power to bend to her will. While forbidden to manipulate with the workings of the occult, she holds a fascination of the power and control it possesses.
Dislikes: She holds a deep resentment towards the youth. As being fairly high up in the hierarchy of the Order, she sees anyone with lower status as ignorant, particularly those who are young. This youth hatred is particularly prevalent in her resentment of children. The same goes for those of a lower class standing than her own. She is a strong believer in the feudal system and will look down on any peasant she sees.
Dreams: Milena dreams big, she wishes to rise up the ranks of the order further, and to influence the officials that surround her, both in the Order and in Wallachian and Novgorodian politics. She wishes that perhaps one day she could become the leader of the Order. It’s a dream she’s serious about, and is willing to go through any means to acquire it.
Fears: Milena is quite paranoid. As said previously, she is quite high up in the order, and is considered to be very old (Obviously in those days, people had very short lifespans) She is expecting someone to try and take her position forcefully, and is very aware of any assassination attempts. Furthermore, she is quite frail and weak due to age.
Hobbies: If not trying to woo the Wallachian or Novgorodian elites and nobles, she will be spending her time making poisons to use as revenge for anyone she dislikes, a talent that she keeps to hers

General Personality:
Milena is suspicious of most people she doesn't know, unless she wants something from them, in which she will be friendly and forthcoming. No-one has ever tried to get to know her for any length her time, even her family don't know too much about her, as she has lived away in Novgorod for most of her life. She is also highly paranoid of anyone who gets too close to her, as she is adamant someone is constantly attempting to murder her.

Biography:
Milena grew up in Veliky Novgorod, the capital of the Novgorod Republic. (Now Russia) She was the eldest the daughter of a wealthy Russian noble. Milena's father forcibly married her off at 12 to a wealthy noble, in order to keep the family's credentials intact. The marriage ended just before her 18th birthday when her husband died from Tuberculosis. (Or at least that’s what she says he died from) Her father forced her to marry once again as soon as she was a widow. Her second husband, another noble, lived for eight years, until he also succumbed to illness. At the same time. With her second husband, Milena rose into the ranks of political power, as she started to converse with the Novgorodian elite. It was at this time, in 1327, that she joined the Order, after an incident where she poisoned one of her husband's suspected mistresses. She rose in the ranks quickly, mostly because of her nobility status and Russian connections. In 1338, she married for a third time, but it was a mere marriage of convenience in order for her to gain power. The marriage was an unhappy one, and lasted for only 18 months, when her husband died in mysterious circumstances. Without any children to look after her, she went to Wallachia and moved with her sister. This was also beneficial to the Order, who wanted her to work at the Headquarters for a while. Since 1343, she has lived on her own under strict protection of the Order with her two dogs and the wealth she conceived from her three marriages.

Weapon of choice: Milena carries a finely made stick, as countless illnesses and old age have left her with brittle bones. The round top of the stick screws off, to reveal a little vial of poison she can use if needed, either on her or others. Her ability to conceal poisons within food and drink is almost unrivalled, and many people are aware of her abilities. Also to protect herself in more direct situations, she has a small steel dagger with the symbol of the Russian Orthodox Church carved onto it, though she has never used it.

Ranks within the Order: Milena is a veteran member, and one of the oldest in the Order. She has the very important job in working with the politics surrounding the Order, and helping keeping them friendly with the rest of Europe. She has been known to work as a spy. She is worried someone may assassinate her, because her job is highly regarded, since she can directly influence what the Order does. She is also good at making poisons, which she does as a side job, though prefers to not let this be known.

Specializes in: She is a great conversationalist and schmoozer when it comes to social occasions, a skill which the Order cherishes. In the recent outbreak of the plague, she is studying the Black Death with great intrigue. She has been used by the order as a spy, information gatherer and saboteur, thought she has not engaged in these activities for quite some time. In recent months she has had a relatively low profile while she watching the high members of the Order carefully, planning her next political moves with great precision.
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Name: Lilia Caedis
Aliases: “Little Fox”
Age: Looks early 20s
Gender: Female
Race: British

Body Type: 4, very slim although slightly curvy and toned in some muscle; overall height is short standing at a mere 5 foot 2.

Hair Colour: Rich auburn red

Hair Style/Length:
Overall long somewhat loose curly hair that falls to her mid back, always kept free to fall, with a sweeping fringe that settles over her forehead and almost covers her left eye.

Distinguishing Marks: Small scar across her right outer lips with few across her wrists that are hidden by clothing; sharpened longer canines that are obvious when speaking, as well as unnaturally sharpened nails.

Overall Appearance: Being ‘blessed’ with immortality has slowed her aging, causing a younger appearance overall which became prominent in her late teens. It’s often noted by late-night dwelling humans how ‘pale’ her skin is, and how her eyes carry an unnatural grey paleness to them, due to near blindness, though they are often hidden and covered by a light black fabric that is loosely tied over them under her hood.

Family: Deceased mother with no known siblings; father is alive and head of the named clan “Caedis”, one of many vampric clans hidden away from human societies, though he is targeted by the Order, and herself.

Friends: A small travelling group of 4 others of her kind, all of which are older more experienced vampire gentlemen who have come to calling her “Little Fox” and follow her lead out of politeness and hierarchy of her name.

Likes: Lilia prefers her blood to be fresh from victims, often targeting those aged between late teens and late 20s. She enjoys the quieter and more tranquil nights which give her time to read, as well as the thrill of hunting and feeding. Has a tendency to instantly befriend any kind of canine.

Dislikes: Sunlight and brightened man made lights cause natural discomfort to Lilia. Cats, vegetables, whores and loud humanoid creatures of any age, especially children, are also all hated equally.

Dreams: Lilia hopes to eventually hunt down and kill her father, before either taking his place as head of the Caedis clan, or just simply continuing her freelance hunting.

Fears: Being left out to burn alive in the sun, or any form of slow death, as well as small enclosed spaces or cages, or being a live test subject.

Hobbies: Hunting beasts or animals alike is an easy pass time, as is reading or mixing different things such as plants, insects or wild berries together, the end result often being tested on said hunted things if they’re kept alive.

General Personality: Lilia is usually withdrawn and quiet, often keeping to herself or her small group, finding the darker corners of taverns and bars to relax at or just staying in the rooms they rent with a book whilst her party has their fun, although she can have her fun streaks, luring those she chooses as prey into easy comfort before taking their life without much guilt. She is intelligent and a silent thinker, curious but knows her limits. She doesn’t think herself as privileged due to her name or what she is, and has an equal hate to all things clever enough to form civilisation, unless given a purpose for that to be false towards an individual; although she falls short on the emotion and motivation of making companions, or love. If given the chance, Lilia will choose to kill a mortal, rather than turn them into her own kind.

Biography: Lilia was born out of wedlock to both a vampire mother and father; not knowing much about either of them growing up except her mother was young and innocent who lost her life during birth, and that her father was a monster with no dignity. With both parents out of the picture, Lilia was left orphaned in an open tomb in a small human village church yard, being discovered by the old priest who took pity and took her home to his wife who immediately grew attached to the young, but unknown, vampire.

Growing up with two humans was difficult. With their lack of knowledge on her ‘species’, they assumed their adopted daughter had a rare condition where contact of sunlight would harm her fragile body and eyes, and in the end avoided letting her outside by the time she walking around. It wasn’t long before what she really was was discovered by the priest himself, but neither he nor his wife could go through with the usual procedure of handing over any known vampires to the Dawn Order, and so chose to school her themselves, shutting her away from the others in solid isolation, and placing their own lives at risk.

Eventually, near Lilia’s 13th birthday, the Order raided the home of the ‘vampire sympathizers’, burning everything on their land to the ground, as well as the church, before slaying both of them upon finding the young girl had been aided in running away.

Once again Lilia was left orphaned, this time in the wide wilderness, lost, hungry and crying. It wasn’t long before she found trouble due to her recklessness, and during an attempt on her life by a witch, she came into contact with a tall, dark gentleman, who happily took her into his care and introduced his three other travelling companions to the cowering weak girl in his arms. Under their protection and teachings, Lilia learnt what it meant to be what she is, how to hunt and survive with her damaged eyes, and also how to use darkened magic, surprisingly grasping each concept quickly.

Growing up at first wasn’t easy, and the more Lilia learnt about her condition and parentage, the less she liked, attempting to take her life numerous of times, though of course it failed each time and only left nasty scars on her wrists. After a long talk with her most loved of the group and the original finder of the girl, she accepted the life and past she has, only growing stronger under his almost parental guidance.

Armour/Protection: Minor decorative expensive looking armour over her torso made out of a light weight metal component, with added plates that settle over the sides of her thighs and shoulders. Also wears a large black worn wolf fur trimmed velvety cloak that clicks onto said shoulder plates, it also having a hood, as well as a wearing a warm black outfit consisting of pants and a low cut shirt.

Weapon of Choice: A set of hand crafted and carved concealed daggers, as well as knowledge of some dark magics that help during combat situations, her most used ‘spell’ being an almost life and energy draining effect if contact is made at close quarters.

Specializes In: Tracking and hunting beasts, as well as close combat situations, having speed and swiftness on her side to out manoeuvre larger, heavier foes.
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"..I'm becoming less defined as days go by;
Fading away, and well you might say, I'm losing focus.

Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself.

Sometimes, I think I can see right through myself,
Sometimes, I can see right through myself.

Less concerned about fitting into the world; your world that is,
'cause it doesn't really matter anymore, no it doesn't really matter anymore.

None of this really matters anymore.

Yes I am alone, but then again I always was as far back as I can tell.
I think maybe it's because; because you were never really real to begin with.

I just made you up to hurt myself, and it worked, yes it did.

There is no you, there is only me.
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Could someone tell me briefly during the 1340s what happened in the world in general? I think, since most of you've taken a history class on this, that I'm standing on thin ice. A refresher would be nice.
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I myself am not good with the 1340s, or anything around that time period. Yes, this has been reviewed over in my history class, but I can't say I remember the crucial details. To which I have to say, I simply did research on google. Just know about the Black Death, and the Crusaders and you'll do alright. Better yet, ask the other members in this. They know a hell lot more than I do.
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Just know about the Black Death, and the Crusaders and you'll do alright.
Okay. I am aware of the Black Death and a bit of the later crusades, so I should be fine. Here's my character.


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Edited by The magical turd from wonderland, Oct 6 2013, 03:36 PM.
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Alright I'm not too sure on where to say this, sorry if there's an actual discussion topic, but anyway I had the thought of allowing Lilia be captured by the Dawn Order and taken to their head quarters if a group so happens to wander near the event I've mentioned in the inn she's at. I'll likely separate her from her own group to spare their lives and have her wander around during the night outside the tavern itself, which would probably give enough space to get a clean capture, with allowance of possible minor injury to knock her out or weaken her. Obviously this would open doors to interaction with near enough everyone back at the Dawn Order, as well as Auk who is a doctor and stuff.

But, its up to you guys.
I am Nox, for I am the Darkness of the Night.
The Necromancer of Destruction.

"..I'm becoming less defined as days go by;
Fading away, and well you might say, I'm losing focus.

Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself.

Sometimes, I think I can see right through myself,
Sometimes, I can see right through myself.

Less concerned about fitting into the world; your world that is,
'cause it doesn't really matter anymore, no it doesn't really matter anymore.

None of this really matters anymore.

Yes I am alone, but then again I always was as far back as I can tell.
I think maybe it's because; because you were never really real to begin with.

I just made you up to hurt myself, and it worked, yes it did.

There is no you, there is only me.
There is no fucking you, there is only me.."


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That sounds good to me.

Also yes we need a discussion topic, so here you go.

http://w11.zetaboards.com/Wolfratshausen/topic/9169040/1/
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Alright my character's strength has been changed. I hope it is now satisfactory.
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*Name: Ben Hawkins
Aliases: The Black Beast, Young Ben, Ben son of Leo
*Age: 19
*Gender: male
*Race: British, Therianthrope
Body Type: 4, He is tan, thin but fit, and 6 feet tall
Hair Colour: black
Hair Style/Length: the end of his hair meets his shoulders, messy.
Distinguishing Marks(If Any): A crescent shaped birth mark on his right eye.

Personal: Calm, Kind, Loves to help others.
Family: His mother(a midwife) died of the black death when he was 12 and his father died of depression from her loss a month later.
Friends: A hawk seems to always want to be near him. Ben does not mind due to the fact that it scares crow away and eats vermin.
Likes: Being kind to others, Girls his age, and birds
Dislikes: Seeing someone hurt, conflict, his crops spoiling
Dreams: To have enough wealth to keep him happy and to have a family.
Fears: Death, loosing a loved one.
Hobbies: Giving the poor some of the food from his crop
*Armor/Protection: A dagger.

General Personality:
Every day he tends to his bean, squash, onion, and pumpkin crops then he goes to town for a bit either going to the tavern or just to walk around. But some nights he goes into the local forest as if he feels drawn to it then he transforms into a werewolf with red eyes and black and brown fur.

Well that's his day in a nutshell. He is a nice guy when he is not tearing you to pieces.

*Weapon of choice
Human: dagger
wolf: teeth and claws

*Biography:
When he was 12 he was adopted by a family that was close friends with his parents, when he was 15 he left to go start his own farm and maybe become wealthy from his crops. A month later he saw a old woman who asked him for his last piece of bread. He happily gave it to the woman and she told him "Your as loyal to strangers as a wolf is to his pack." after that he has been stuck as a werewolf instinctively heading for the closest forest and turning into a wolf.

*Ranks within the Order:
peasent-not part of the order

Specializes in:
farming.


If this is not ok I understand as I'm new here and might not understand even if I read the rules. I will modify it if need be.
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