I'm all done Siks--ready for your review. :D
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I'm all done Siks--ready for your review. :D
Just fix that rain emoji in your sheet and your good moon.
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OMG Bigwit returns XD
This'll be fun the spot is yours Kayne.
Yep! I didn't get a chance to use him too much in the last RP, so here's hoping that Bigwit will shine this time being... Bigwit XD
Haha yes!
Spoiler: Adam Dova
Name: Adam Dova but as he is in disguise he goes by Adam Oakland
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance(pic and/or description)Spoiler: Adam
https://i.imgur.com/K9uNNt8.jpg
Like many men of the Dova line Adam is a tall and powerful human. 6 foot even weighing a solid 180 pounds of muscle. His hair is straight and shoulder length and the color of healthy tree back with eyes as green as emerald. When not dressed as above for battle he can usually be seen wearing a long leather coat on top of a white shirt, red vest, brown pants and black boots.
Race: Human
Role within the company: Skirmisher
Racial Skills and Abilities (limit of 4)
Intelligent: Years of the finest education have given him a quick-witted and discerning mind.
Fit: Likewise with his education years of physical fitness training and swordplay have made him an extremely fit man.
Refined: No son of a Queen would be complete without etiquette training. Like his siblings, Adam is a gentleman despite hiding it under the gruffness of a simple merc.
Politics: More a skill learned by osmosis than actual training Adam has a keen eye for the grand political game and knows many of the players by name.
Normal Skills and Abilities(limit of 5)
Sword and shield: Highly skilled in the use of one-handed swords and shield, Adam can even dual-wield two swords if needed.
Axemen: A skill learned after he decided to become a merc Adam can use the long axe across his back with great proficiency.
Artist: A side-effect of being the third son, not under the strict groomings of leadership. Adam is very skilled at both drawing and painting.
Leadership: Tying into his upbringing Adam is a reluctant but skilled leader.
Silver-Tongue: A skill he's had his whole life and one that has allowed him to keep his secret of being a Prince undiscovered. He can lie and talk his way out of most kind of trouble
Weapons(Limit of 4 weapons)
Longsword: The weapon in his right hand made of fine steel.
Long-axe: The axe across his back made of fine steel and carved mahogany.
Armor(one sensible suit of armor): The black armor in the picture made of ebonsteel and his shield made of the same material.
Equipment: Fire-making tools, water bag, salted beef, spare change of clothes, whetstone, and a sketch book with charcoal sticks. His War Horse named Ajax.
Personality: Adam is a man of calm disposition, but reservation. He doesn't talk about himself much as he needs to keep up the charade of being just some random merc looking for work. Actually he doesn't talk much at all, he avoids question and often dodges any attempts to get to know him. But underneath that gruff and distant exterior beats the noble heart of a potential King and he often stumbles over his noble roots when dealing with his comrades.
Likes: Earning his keep, glory, women, fighting, good food and good drink.
Dislikes: Politics, failure, going into the Dominion, getting too close to people.
Background: Born the third son of King Argyle Dova, Adam was raised with the old saying a King only needs an heir and a spare. He was the third one and despite getting mostly all the same training and education as his brothers he was never groomed for leadership.
He was the product of a drunken new years night between the King and Queen. Unexpected, but legitimate and early on his mother's favorite. His brothers Gregor and Nikolas were always busy with their lessons and training and young Adam was always left alone. And Queen Moira, being the nurturer she was took little Adam under her wing and put him through her own courses. Putting etiquette and artistic training above "sword and sweating" as she called it. Though he still attended those lessons, he spent more time learning to be a gentleman than a general.
He carried on like this for years and he became quite good at everything he was taught. But unlike his brothers he had no greater purpose beyond being another Courtier. Gregor would be the King and Nikolas was the leader of the Royal Guards. Adam had no purpose, he was the mistake. It haunted him, but one thing that kept him going were the tales of Dagur Harken. A son like him forced to away from his intended life to find his own destiny. As a boy these tales were what kept him going and honestly saved him from going the route of most third sons of being a drunkard or womanizer.
And when he reached the age of twenty the plan formulated in his mind. Taking a page from Dagur's book. He grew his hair out and vanished from the castle, he joined the Rogue's Gallery and have been with them for ten years quietly earning a name for himself and doing his damnedest to keep his identity a secret.
Other:Spoiler: Broken Jaw
In yet another seedy tavern looking for yet another rival treasure hunter moving in on the Gallery's territory. Adam has lost track of how many of these leg breaking jobs he's done over the years. Too damn many probably.
Still at least he got to drink on the company's coin instead of his own. Seated in the far corner Adam Oakland was wearing a heavy cloak over his usual clothes. He rarely brought his full armor on jobs like this it made too much noise and gave him away. All he had was his sword and his wits usually all he needs. But tonight he'd kill for someone around to talk or a map to where his target's house was. All he had was a name Vimier Griex, and the location of the Gray Noose Tavern where the low-end thug hung out. He was a brute, a predictable one.
Though predictable didn't seem to mean punctual. Adam was on his fourth or fifth pint and this bastard still wasn't here. Any longer and he'd just take the lose and go home, the longer he hung around the more likely someone would take notice of him and that meant someone might recognize him. He was already getting looks, luckily though Vimier finally showed up. Already in a drunken stupor, this should be easy. Finishing his drink the merc quickly stood up from his spot and made a beeline towards the target. He had a few quips and good sucker punch ready, and just as he got within range and opened to mouth to speak a large fist flew out and clocked him across the left side of his face. Stumbled back the man rubbed feeling the bone and cartilage crunch lightly. Vimier had just broken the jaw of a Prince of the Dominion, Adam wondered what torture would be within his right to do as punishment, but carrying this fat fuck back to the Dominion for torture wouldn't be worth the bother of explaining where he's been. He's seen the missing posters and scared off a lot of bounty hunters to keep this game going. So with a pained sigh Adam grabbed a nearby chair and swung it up in a large arch sending Vimier stumbling backwards and out a window.
The man placed a small pile of coins on the counter for the shocked bartender to use to pay the window then grumbled and walked outside hauling his catch up and onto the back of his albino elk before mounting up and riding back towards Balefire to collect.
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Spoiler: Bigwit!https://i.pinimg.com/736x/3c/7c/f7/3...ntasy-race.jpg
"Bigwit shall neither confirm nor deny the rumors that Bigwit ate an ogre for breakfast" - Bigwit
Name: Bigwit
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Bigwit stands at the small height of 4'2, similar to the height of a human child. He has olive-green skin which is practically bare everywhere except for the small patch of orange hair on the top of his scalp. He has a few portruding horns near his forehead, sharp canines, and bright orange eyes which always seem to be curious. He has a medium built for a goblin so don't expect him to charge into the front lines of battle.
Race: Goblin
Company Role: Rogue/Thief
Racial Skills/Abilities:
- Nimble Lil' Thing: Bigwit's hands and feet have microscopic setae and is able to climb any surfaces
- Trapmaker: Bigwit, like many goblins, can quickly create and set up traps
- Quantity over Quality: Goblins tend to work better in packs. If Bigwit is fighting with other goblins, their physical prowess becomes more ferocious and deadlier with each added number.
- Enhanced Senses: Goblins can hear, see, taste, and smell better than the average folk
Normal Skills/Abilities:
- Mental Fortitude: Living up to his nickname, his mind's been trained to resist many types of mind tricks/spells
- Dagger Expert
- Poison User
- Pickpocket
- Quiet!: Bigwit's skull ring gives him the somewhat useful magical ability of silencing a person's voice. He usually does this to shut up an annoying person. The spell last for about 5 minutes, but Bigwit's limited to silence one voice per day.
Weapons:2 crude daggers, slingshot, wooden/stone pellets
Armor: The far left one
Equipment: A skull ring, four vials (carrying various poisons), a small pouch of random items (acorns, strings, slingshot ammo, etc), wooden walking stick with the head decorated with various petals
Personality:
Bigwit is oddly cheerful. There's an air of naivety around him, but mainly due to his youngish appearance and his need to refer to himself in 3rd person. Bigwit's outlook could be considered childlike and he often gives 'endearing' nicknames to those he's speaking. He is also a very curious creature and always striving to learn more about his surroundings, like the environment or the people around him. However, he lives up to his nickname. He's keenly aware that he's small and unassuming, especially compared his fellow mercenaries. The little goblin mainly relies on his keen intellect and witty sense of humor to get through life on a day-to-day basis.
Behind Bigwit's innocent demeanor, there's mischievous glimmer in his eyes. He's unafraid to resort to more violent and deceitful tactics that are common with the underground goblins. His favorite pasttimes include setting up traps and pranks. Also, ever since joining the mercenaries, he's not afraid to display that he enjoys the simple pleasures of life including drinking with companions and gambling their hard-earned money.
Likes: Women, alcohol, reading, socializing, jokes/pranks
Dislikes: Dumb people, pettiness, people with no sense of humor, and dogs
Backstory:
Xele was born from the small tribe known as the Greenworm goblins. They mainly settled themselves in the woods of near the Shinestone mind, living isolated lives as hermits. The goblins had very limited magical capability, mainly stemming from the shadow arts. However, they did have a very powerful shaman to lead and protect their group.
Xele quickly became known throughout the clan. He was remarkably more intelligent than the typical goblin, and thus the rest of his clansmembers declared him to be "Bigwit." His fellow goblins viewed that he had a large brain [large = big, brain = wit(ty)]. Thus, Xele abandoned his first name and always referred to himself as Bigwit.
Bigwit was always a curious creature and wanted to explore the world. By the time he became 16 years old, he asked permission from the shaman to leave the clan and travel outside of the woods. The shaman granted him permission, gave him a silver skull ring as a goodluck charm, and declared that Bigwit had a great destiny to fulfill.
Over the years, Bigwit traveled throughout the continent and 'mostly' stayed out of trouble. He learned much about the commonfolk and the other races of the world. If able (and without an angry mob chasing after him), you'll find Bigwit within the libraries of many towns, where he is often reading books about history, magic, culture, and especially food.
Eventually, he found himself in a group of mercenaries. He showed off his skills with trap-making, pick-pocketing, and the quick use of his daggers. His personality is a more... love-it or hate-it kinda thing. Some people get pissed off when Bigwit gives them 'endearing' nicknames while others get a good laugh. Bigwit's been in the mercenary group for awhile now, he would no longer be considered a new recruit, but he also wouldn't consider himself to be a professional veteran.
Other:
Spoiler: Bigwit will destroy all
"Ah, Bigwit needed that," the little goblin sighed with relief after chugging down the dark ale. He sat at the tavern's counter next to a stranger, a silent and grumpy dwarf who smelled worse than Bigwit's stinky goblin feet. Bigwit was curious about the drawf's silence and considering chatting with him.
"Need another, love?" the human blonde bartender, easy on the eyes, questioned Bigwit with a flirtatious smile. Bigwit was a regular at the tavern and always good company. The goblin nodded his head quickly, he definitely needed another beer to sate his thirst.
"How 'bout you, stinky caterpillar?" Bigwit turned to the dwarf with a broad smile, showing off his yellowish teeth. "Bigwit will treat ya for a drink, Bigwit thinks you need a beer to loosen up."
The black-bearded dwarf glanced at Bigwit with stone-cold beady black eyes. He didn't seem very appreciative of the nickname that the goblin gave him. Regardless, he was offered free beer, and so he nodded his head.
Bigwit's grin became wider, "Excellent, most excellent," the little green creature clapped his hands loudly. "Get two of my favorites, young butterfly," he nodded his head towards the bartender. She came back with two wooden mugs of beer for the both of them to drink. "Cheers, new friend!" Bigwit clanked his mug loudly against the dwarf's own, which caused some of the dark liquid to spill onto the stranger's lap. The dwarf glanced down at the alcohol on his pants and cursed aloud before he glared at Bigwit, who nonchalantly responded with a shrug and a meek smile. The dwarf's patience was wearing thin with the annoying goblin. Regardless, he took a couple big gulps from his beer before brooding again.
"Curious, most curious, stinky caterpillar," Bigwit began speaking, scratching his chin as if deep in though. The dwarf sighed heavily, very much considering punching the goblin in the face and ending his nonsensical chatter. "You very much look a lot alike that wanted criminal... what's his face again? Ah yes, Agon the Terrible? Wanted for the murders of two families? Raping the women of both families? Wanted for several counts of robbery, too?"
Suddenly, the dwarf stood up and drew his short short from his belt. "Bloody fuckin' goblin!" Agon roared with anger and turned to cut down the goblin that figured his identity. However, before he made another move, his beady black eyes made a sudden blink. "Wait... what's... going... on..." he stumbled a couple steps and dropped his sword to the ground. His forehead began to sweat profusely before his eyes gazed over to the goblin, who remained smirking with a devious smile.
"You see, new friend, Bigwit works well in the fine art of distraction," the goblin opened up his free hand and revealed an empty vial on his palm. When he clanked his beer earlier against the dwarf's, he took advantage of the couple seconds Agon was glancing down at the spilled beer and poured the vial's contents into Agon's mug. "Have a goodnight, stinky caterpillar," he said before the criminal collapsed onto the ground with a loud thud.
Bigwit reached down before patting him on the shoulder. "Now, Bigwit needs to finish his beer," he cheerfully said before turning to his ale and winking at the bartender.
I would like to thank D'na for providing Myn with a feathered cat toy! :D
Myn should probably be warned that Tristifer will ensure she's got enough feathers if she messed with Arwyn. ;p