[REQ] Journey Through the Dead Lands

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Re: [REQ] Journey Through the Dead Lands

Post by EricRP » Wed May 30, 2018 10:59 am

Name: Irvyn Bluecloak
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Backstory:
Born into a military garrison of pikemen along the Northern coast; Irvyn was the product of a drunken tryst between a Guard Captain and a peasant woman. He had little to do with his father and was raised a bastard village brat by whichever adult his head was in a backhand's reach of at any given time. The soldiers were regular sights for young Irvyn and he became adept at filching supplies from the quartermaster's store which (foolishly if you think about it) he'd sell on marketdays.

Naturally, all it took was for one soldier to spot a familiar gauntlet or rondel on the stall and the gig was up. Irvyn would be hanged from the ramparts of the fort. The captain (suspecting the lad to be his own bastard get) instead spared Irvyn but on condition that the lad trained at arms and joined the garrison. He also took out his right eye for the crime. Irvyn actually never forgave this- the worst pain he's ever experienced and whilst he trained diligently, upon the day he was to formally enter the garrison's service, he seized the flag from the top of the battlements and ran away. He's wanted for desertion but last he heard, the garrison fell soon after the troubles began up North and Irvyn has been travelling southwards for years now.

He made his living as a hired hand, a mercenary and using the light-blue colours of the garrison flag as his cloak he and his distinctive eye-patch have earned a certain notoriety. Pikemen had been sent after him in the early days but he was always a step ahead and his father evidently proved reluctant to waste many soldiers on a one-eyed stray.

The queerest thing about Irvyn's life since his escape from the Garrison is the strange markings on his arms and face that have grown darker the further South he's travelled. From the frozen Northern tundra, he's noticed the warmer the sun, the clearer the markings have become. Strangers have confirmed they are ancient symbols, runes from an age of dark magic but Irvyn can neither explain them or be rid of them. He hopes, someday, to meet someone that could give him some answers. Given everything that's happened up North, he has no doubts his birth parents are dead.

Personality:
Quiet, sullen at times, quick of wit and with excellent memory- he doesn't let his emotions get the better of him. Except anger. He holds a grudge indefinitely and will not forget a slight. He can joke, he does smile on occasion and he can be friendly but his default aura is one of detachment and distance. His travels have left him with as many enemies as friends and moving on suits him for precisely these reasons.


Appearance:
Slender, only five eight or nine in height. His hair is dark and his skin quite pale, save for the dark brown symbols marking his face and arms. He has ruffled, raven hair and dark eyes. He wears light leather armour with a distinctive tattered blue cloak and a leather patch over his missing right eye.
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Re: [REQ] Journey Through the Dead Lands

Post by Azra » Wed May 30, 2018 11:08 am

Eyepatches are an instant cool factor lol
Nice character sheet dude

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Re: [REQ] Journey Through the Dead Lands

Post by EricRP » Wed May 30, 2018 11:13 am

Azra wrote:
Wed May 30, 2018 11:08 am
Eyepatches are an instant cool factor lol
Nice character sheet dude
Thank you very much. I look forward to writing with you all. :)

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Re: [REQ] Journey Through the Dead Lands

Post by Azra » Wed May 30, 2018 11:15 am

EricRP wrote:
Wed May 30, 2018 11:13 am
Azra wrote:
Wed May 30, 2018 11:08 am
Eyepatches are an instant cool factor lol
Nice character sheet dude
Thank you very much. I look forward to writing with you all. :)
Same! Should be fun

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Re: [REQ] Journey Through the Dead Lands

Post by FakeSkrillex » Wed May 30, 2018 4:43 pm

EricRP wrote:
Wed May 30, 2018 10:59 am
Name: Irvyn Bluecloak
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Backstory:
Born into a military garrison of pikemen along the Northern coast; Irvyn was the product of a drunken tryst between a Guard Captain and a peasant woman. He had little to do with his father and was raised a bastard village brat by whichever adult his head was in a backhand's reach of at any given time. The soldiers were regular sights for young Irvyn and he became adept at filching supplies from the quartermaster's store which (foolishly if you think about it) he'd sell on marketdays.

Naturally, all it took was for one soldier to spot a familiar gauntlet or rondel on the stall and the gig was up. Irvyn would be hanged from the ramparts of the fort. The captain (suspecting the lad to be his own bastard get) instead spared Irvyn but on condition that the lad trained at arms and joined the garrison. He also took out his right eye for the crime. Irvyn actually never forgave this- the worst pain he's ever experienced and whilst he trained diligently, upon the day he was to formally enter the garrison's service, he seized the flag from the top of the battlements and ran away. He's wanted for desertion but last he heard, the garrison fell soon after the troubles began up North and Irvyn has been travelling southwards for years now.

He made his living as a hired hand, a mercenary and using the light-blue colours of the garrison flag as his cloak he and his distinctive eye-patch have earned a certain notoriety. Pikemen had been sent after him in the early days but he was always a step ahead and his father evidently proved reluctant to waste many soldiers on a one-eyed stray.

The queerest thing about Irvyn's life since his escape from the Garrison is the strange markings on his arms and face that have grown darker the further South he's travelled. From the frozen Northern tundra, he's noticed the warmer the sun, the clearer the markings have become. Strangers have confirmed they are ancient symbols, runes from an age of dark magic but Irvyn can neither explain them or be rid of them. He hopes, someday, to meet someone that could give him some answers. Given everything that's happened up North, he has no doubts his birth parents are dead.

Personality:
Quiet, sullen at times, quick of wit and with excellent memory- he doesn't let his emotions get the better of him. Except anger. He holds a grudge indefinitely and will not forget a slight. He can joke, he does smile on occasion and he can be friendly but his default aura is one of detachment and distance. His travels have left him with as many enemies as friends and moving on suits him for precisely these reasons.


Appearance:
Slender, only five eight or nine in height. His hair is dark and his skin quite pale, save for the dark brown symbols marking his face and arms. He has ruffled, raven hair and dark eyes. He wears light leather armour with a distinctive tattered blue cloak and a leather patch over his missing right eye.
Accepted. Will make the OOC and story thread soon. Just give me time to wake up.

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