Lion Heart OOC [M]

[Pheasant]

I would love if you did include him or his mother in your backstories, I intentionally placed him where a lot of other characters would be with that in mind.

[Anti-Hero]

CS in the works
Tune
Stormynyte.
Leanna


IF you guys have ANY QUESTIONS, even if you think they're stupid, ask.

[StormyNyte]

CS in the works
Tune
Stormynyte.
Leanna


IF you guys have ANY QUESTIONS, even if you think they're stupid, ask.

Roger that.

[Anti-Hero]

<3

[Tune]

Name: Devrin Roswell
Species: Human; Rogue
Age: 25

Spoiler: History 

Devrin grew up in the border town of Opalli, the son of a widow; his father, for whom he was named, disappeared into the Fringes on a failed hunting expedition. His mother, Ethriel, had her hands full between working in the mines, and raising a mischievous ruffian like Devrin who found it harder to keep his feet on the ground than he did leaping across rooftops. If Devrin wasn’t brawling with local kids, he was causing trouble elsewhere in the city. His acrobatic feats rubbed some people the wrong way, but things changed during his adolescence when his mother took sick, leaving him to take odd jobs throughout Opalli to support himself and his mother.


With no where else to turn, little coin to spare, he swallowed his pride, and sought the aid of the physician, Laureate Lucianus and her half-breed son, Lumen. He spent a year in Laureate’s clinic, watching his mother’s declining health despite medical treatment. The time spent in the clinic fostered a connection between the mother and son, with Lumen being the only friend his age that he had.

With Lumen gone to further his studies, Devrin had to face his mother’s passing shortly after. It was Laureate’s coaxing that kept him from throwing himself off a cliff, and with her help, Devrin secured himself an apprenticeship with Veteran, Duncan Fairchild, by the time he was fifteen. With his agility, quick wit and ambidexterity, Duncan sought the help of a rogue named Vale, to teach Devrin dual wielding combat as well as archery.


As the years passed, Devrin grew discontent with city life, opting for solo outings into the Fringes, much to the objections of his mentor. By the time he was nineteen, he joined a travelling Adventure party that made trips between the major hub cities, delivering supplies on occasion, with stops in underdeveloped towns along the way. Devrin often took side missions, delivering additional supplies, coin and labor to help those struggling outside the main hubs. In the six years travelling with the same party, they became like a second family to him. During this time, he fell in love with the herbalist archer, Minerva, who saved his life on numerous occasions.

In six years, Devrin and party logged about two years worth of experience in the Fringes and mountains of Opalli. They survived getting lost in a blizzard, where Minerva nearly died of hypothermia; trapped in a giant spider’s lair; ambushed by a pair of direwolves. Carelessness had lead to the death of two party members, dismemberment and serious injuries from beasts Devrin could not discern. Devrin was a risk taker, an adrenaline junkie and a bit of a show off - but even he knew when to pick his battles. The Fringes were anything but forgiving to the foolhardy and unlucky.

With the Festival in Giredania a month and a half away, they accepted a Salvage mission from Opalli. Their target location was a building they had swept a couple weeks before, but with corrosion, structural damage and constant possibility of enemy attacks, they weren’t leaving much to chance. No amount of planning can prepare a person for the unexpected, and when the concrete floor in the basement gave way, Devrin wasn’t ready to face Trolls in their own environment.

Devrin watched as the trio of Trolls wreaked havoc on his weakened party. The fall claimed as many lives as the Trolls themselves. Devrin made the mistake of downing the female Troll before the others, sending the two males deeper into a frenzy. Minerva, partially pinned underneath concrete slabs, bought Devrin time to escape. The sole survivor, Devrin was wrought with guilt, having barely managed to escape with his side clawed open. With his injuries, he managed to make it to Opalli in two weeks, using knowledge of medicine gained from Laureate and Minerva, to survive the trip back.

He spent his remaining time in Laureate’s clinic, nursing his wounds before heading to Giredania for the Festival. He made a promise, one that would honor the sacrifices of Minerva and the others, that he would join the Lion Heart, become stronger, and return to finish what was started.

Appearance:

Devrin looks more suitable to life at sea with his scarred, olive complexion and steel gray eyes. Save for a thin angled scar through his right eyebrow, a matching scar above his upper lip and his understated, yet twice-broken Roman nose, his strong, angular featured face was considered handsome, especially by Minerva.

His hair is usually kept medium length, in a messy, brownish-black pompadour style, with a streak of natural gray and beard. Six foot tall, more on the muscular side for a rogue, his most notable feature would be the four-finger, jagged claw marks down his left rib cage to lower abdomen. (Inspired by a mix of Devrim Kay: Destiny 2, and Ezio Auditore: AC2)

Weapon and Armor Preference:

For agility, Devrin sticks with his custom, dark steel plated leather cuirass with matching pauldrons above a close fitting, dark open collared shirt, embroidered in standard Opalli fashion. Belted, reinforced leather greaves over specialized climbing boots with matching leather bracers.

As trophy and tribute, Devrin’s twin short swords with spiked pommels are kept in direwolf hide sheathes, fastened on each side of his belt; short bow and quiver at his back.

Veteran Status: No

Seig’s son has yet to be named

[StormyNyte]

Alrighty, I PMed you my character for review. Just let me know what, if anything, needs tweaked and I'll get her posted.

[Anti-Hero]

Both tune and stormy are accepted (stormy is via PM) will post before they post in IC. I had fallen asleep but the IC is posted, sorry about that delay. The journal entry is the same, so unless you want you need not reread that part.


IC

[StormyNyte]

Name: Namida Thunderhoof

Species: Centaur

Age: 23

History: She was the seventh daughter of Odeserundiye Thunderhoof, high stallion of their clan, and third born of his second mare, Shikoba Firemane. The moment she was born, her warrior blood was recognized. Being of battle-blood, Namida was destin to take up the yoke of her forebears to become a defender and shield against the ever-present dangers of The Fringe. From the time she could run, she began her training and as the years passed her battle prowess was rivaled only by her impressive stature.

Their nomadic clan had always made a point to never travel too close to the borderlands, but as The Calamity’s terrible influence grew, so too did the dangers they faced. Through unpredictably dangerous weather, vicious predatory beasts that lurked in the night’s darkness, and desperate skirmishes over fertile land, her clan’s numbers drastically dropped. The few that remained eventually broke off either to join up with another nomadic clan stronger in numbers or journey alone back to Unahuriga, the only Centaurian city in existence.

Namida eventually found herself alone in The Fringe, too stubborn to settle for a life in one spot and too proud to forsake all she was in order to plead or barter her way into another clan. No, instead she set her sights beyond the horizon to the glow of Giredania. It was no secret the old king’s reign was nearing its end and it took little to draw the conclusion that the royal transition and increase in The Calamity’s malignant influence went hand in hand.

Appearance: Standing five feet tall at the withers and weighing in at nearly 140 stone with hooves nearly as wide as dinner plates, Namida is quite a striking sight to behold even for a Centaur. Her coat is a deep chestnut brown that fades into a sun-worn tan where her humanoid and equine portions connect and her hide carries a myriad of scars from many battles fought. Her mane, tail, and feathered cannons are flaxen in hue and her keen eyes are hazel in color while her elongated ears end in a sharp point.

Spoiler: Namida 

Weapon and Armor Preference: Her typical weapons of choice are include a double edged centaurian forged spear (as seen in the reference picture), a pair of three foot long falcatas, and a finely crafted recurve bow. Her armor typically consists of steel plate that covers her front from her humanoid shoulders to her equine breast. She also carries with her a large steel round-shield that measures three feet in diameter.

Veteran Status Application: No


Did you read? What is Seig's son's name? His name is his first true step into his own power.

[P.K.]

I will post after I get home from work xD

[StormyNyte]

I hope to get an intro post up sometime tomorrow.