Exalted: Fall of Creation - OOC

[Salroka]

Okay. Makes sense. I was a little fuzzy as to the size of the Isle, thanks for clearing that up.

There is a full map in one of the information sections. "For the Cartographer in all of us".

[Breggo13]

@Salty, if you wanna bounce ideas off each other or want some help, I'd be happy to assist

[Yggdrasil_Hugger]

Oh, my computer doesn't load most images on here, so I couldn't see it. And, thank you for the offer. I might take you up on it.

[Kortaga]

[character image] - WiP
Name: Castin Taylor
Age: 31
Gender: Male

Spoiler: Equipment 

One lantern with belt look attachment, one small oil container. Thirty-feet of rope. One small craftsman hammer. One small axe. One small knife. One piece of flint and one small knife sharpen. One carving knife. A few small needles. One over the shoulder sack to carry most of his stuff. One flask. Two Siu and two Shekel sewn into his socks. One pocket watch which he tinkers with to keep it in working condition.

Spoiler: Personality 

Mr. Taylor is a serious man who normally does not crack smiles or jokes unless it is to raise the spirits of a child. He is not a man who lives a lavish life. He only gets what he needs and does not dress fine. He is a man who keeps his things as clean as possible, after all cleanliness is next to holiness. He is a man who believes in the actions of others and takes little value into what they say.

Despite his humble appearance he speak eloquently and adheres to a strict set of manners these include but are not limited to: Praying before eating, waiting until all others have started to eat before he does so himself, makes sure to clean everything directly after eating. Makes sure to wash his hands even if it is the last of his water. If his morality was put into an alignment chart it would be loosely considered lawful neutral.

He keeps mostly to himself and does not jump at the opportunity to help others. He instead finds that he makes quick judgments of character to determine if someone “should” receive assistance. He is very hard working and will at times neglect his wellbeing if he feels a job he took on is not completed to a satisfactory level. He does not believe himself above anyone until he has determined what type of person they are.

Spoiler: History 

“Life is never as simple as something that can be written on a page or told through words. Life is experience…and no one can ever truly understand the full capacity of what someone else has went through.” Mr. Taylor 7 A.W. (After war)

Castin Taylor was born to a rich man’s home but not as his son but a servant. His father and mother had sold themselves so they could at least live in a place where the truly noble lived. As such from a very early age he was trained in the arts of serving. He learned all the best ways to clean, all things he should say and not say and most importantly he learned how to be a body guard. He was the head servants first born and as such he would be the direct servant to the rich man’s oldest son. While he was only a few years older than him there was no friendship to be had.

Castin was treated well when he did well he was praised and when he did badly he would receive a punishment. He was allowed to serve during the young masters everything, from sword training and knighthood to even his studies. Castin himself was educated enough to read and as such slowly began to understand the lesson he overheard. At the age of five to ten this is what he did, until the masters began to worry about the coming war.

Thirteen to fifteen was when the studies stopped, and the servant training ended. For three years he was taught how to sacrifice himself properly for the young lord.

It was when he turned sixteen that the war truly began. The young lord he served enjoyed going out to sea and wanted to be a part of the action. Reports had come in of a grave many creatures. As his bodyguard he would accompany him anywhere and never resisted or told the lord not to do anything for it was not his place. One day during the war the ship went out to far due to some strange current and storm. The ship was attacked and while defending the young lord he was stabbed in the chest and tossed overboard.

Castin figured this was where his life would end, but fate had other ideas. He woke up in the town of Glalo. His was sick, fevered, and on the verge of death. He was being taken care of by whom he come to know was the Dower family. They worked as scouts and fisherman. Apparently he had gotten caught in their nets and brought back to town.

The Dower family allowed him to recover and as compensation he worked for an entire year. They did not allow him to work any harder or longer for them than that without compensation. As a Farwell to them he mentioned that he was going to head inland and eventually pay them great wealth when he became a powerful figure.

He only left because he knew that the young lord may have survived and as such he decided to search for him…the war had been vicious as he had heard and while he and the young lord had not fought much…that final battle felt un-winable. As such he eventually made his way towards Eagle’s Launch and then to Guin, eventually going to Cloaka, Eye of Creation, Maya, and then finally to Werck before realizing that he could not find anyone with who he had traveled with. None of his family nor the family he served.

The later years of his life had him travel up the serpentine river eventually having him settle at the town of Traiter. It was here that he eventually began to learn crafting and assembly. He enjoyed tinkering and thus wanted to learn how to build armor and weaponry. Eventually he always believed that war would come again.

As he turned thirty he found that rumors were spreading…about how their once allies now were going to turn and attack them. He had no idea why but with war coming again he knew it was time to travel again. The last year and half of his life he began to move towards where he believed his individual skills could be used and made worthwhile.

Note: Wanted his last year to be him traveling wherever the gm would like him to go. Please let me know if I should edit anything. If the family he worked for needs a name let me know but I did not know if you wanted control of that.

Hope this works out, was unsure about details so if some things seem undelved I am more than willing to go into detail with a bit more information.

I do not bow

[Salroka]

Name: David Louis Emory
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Equipment/Possessions: Guardsman's Steel Helmet, Guardsman's Padded Tunic w/ sewn-in chest plate, Guardsman's Spear, Trophy Dagger (taken during the Scarlet War), Belt Pouch, Satchel, "Yozi Tooth" Necklace (really just a bear tooth)

Belt Pouch Contents
- 1 Quian, 3 Siu, 12 Yen
- Pouch of Hard Candies (approx 10)
- 1 Stick of Chalk
- Small Mess Kit (Spoon, Fork, Knife)

Satchel Contents
- Badge of Service (Vermillion Legion, 4th Talon, Warrant Officer)
- Tin of Ginger-Honey salve (totally for treating infection... he doesnt taste it sometimes...)
- Tin of Yarrow and Horsetail Paste (to treat bleeding wounds)
- Roll of Bandages
- Broken Warstrider Toy

Personality: David is a man who has seen a lot, and it shows. He doesn't like to talk too much about the past and instead likes to keep his head on the present and future. He does his best to put a positive spin on things, especially with the how things have been going lately. Better to smile and keep your chin up than to focus on all the bad stuff. Even so, he has his vice. Often times he can be seen in bars after his shift, wasting what money he earns on alcohol and greasy food he does not need. Regardless, he takes pride in his position despite the fact it is in an underfunded guard unit in the ruins of the Imperial City.

Backstory/History: Growing up in Creation before the war, David was just an average kid. His dad was a caretaker for the legion's horses in Great Forks and his mother a simple housewife. David wanted to be a soldier in the legion, and his father often took him to work so he could meet the soldiers. Nearly all of them loved this young kid's enthusiasm, but warned him that being a soldier was not all glory and fame. That didn't matter to the starry-eyed eight year old boy. He wanted to be a soldier.

Fast-Forward eight years. The Scarlet War is in full swing. David's father is working almost nonstop, his mother has picked up work as a seamstress and repairs the clothing and light armor of the soldiers, and David is a fresh-faced recruit in the infamous "Red Piss" Vermillion Legion, headed by the "Roseblack" Tepet Ejava of the Dynastic House Tepet. While his parents were concerned about him joining the legion and fighting the former Empress, they knew it had been his dream since he was very young and decided against trying to stop him.

Taking up arms against the Yozi forces was bad, but then the Deathlords joined the fray. The combined enemy had every legion in Creation on the brink of destruction... until the Scarlet War Concordat enlisted the Fair Folk to aid them, that is. Like most, David initially had problems fighting alongside creatures such as hobgoblins and beastmen, but Creation's forces could not turn down the help after the creatures proved themselves time and again to be splendid fighters and fearless in battle.

However, the victory came at a high price. When the dust settled, the survivors were forced to relocate to the Blessed Isle. The Fair Folk reclaimed most of Creation, as per the Concordat, and David left nearly everything he knew in Great Forks. Bittersweet, to be sure.

Since coming to the Blessed Isle, David has taken up work as a guardsman in the old Imperial Ruins. Some wonder why he chose that location, as a former soldier could probably work in a more luxurious post in Lord's Crossing or other city... but David shrugs it off. Maybe his time serving in the Vermillion Legion under the Roseblack Tepet Ejava taught him that glory wasn't everything. Really, he just wanted to be posted somewhere where he could actually feel like he might make a fucking difference.

And so for the last decade or so, David has become a permanent fixture among the guardsmen of the Ruins... a friendly face to most of the locals, and a hardnosed bastard to ne'er do wells who might try to screw things up for the already struggling people of the Imperial Ruins.

Other: His favorite food is Tyrant Lizard Wellington, though he has not had it in over a decade. His least favorite food is Carrots.

I will not bow. (Nope, I am not above my own rules)

[Salroka]

Alright. So Daws, we already discussed things and you are approved.

Iwazuma. Breggo. Still waiting on finished products from the two of you.

SaltyIrishman. If you could message me on Discord, I would sincerely appreciate it. PMs are a bit slow and I want to get things rolling.

[Yggdrasil_Hugger]

I don't have Discord, and I'd like to get things moving too. Just tell me what's wrong so I can fix it. I'll take any and all constructive criticism. I'd really appreciate it.

[Salroka]

I'll write up a PM for you this evening, then.

In the meantime, please at least consider getting Discord if possible. It makes communication between players and GMs much easier, and I have a server specifically for this RP.

If it is not possible for you to get it, then don't worry about it.

[Yggdrasil_Hugger]

Okie doke.

[Kortaga]

Just in case you did not look at the discord but chill on here I posted my character above yours by about 10 minutes so you may not have seen it.

Please let me know if edits or additional are needed. I was unsure what I was exactly at liberty to write.