Great Confederacy Of Commonwealth States wrote:I did the thing! Lost the spear, it was too unwieldy on second thought. I also made him an auxiliary, as that would fit his role better.
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by Ontorisa » Fri Mar 25, 2016 5:01 pm
Great Confederacy Of Commonwealth States wrote:I did the thing! Lost the spear, it was too unwieldy on second thought. I also made him an auxiliary, as that would fit his role better.
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by Ubaria » Fri Mar 25, 2016 6:52 pm
The Order of the Stag Application
Basics
Name: Caelia Bellegarde
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance: Caelia in non-standard dress.
Height: 5ft 9. (1.75m)
Weight: 135 pounds (61kg)
Military Information
Role: Lancer
Specialization: Archer
Equipment: Recurve Bow, Short Falchion Sword, Leather Armor /w hood, Quiver of Broadhead Steel Arrows.
Any Past Military Experiences: No military experience. But combat experience.
Miscellaneous:
Personality: Growing up around crooks, thieves and rouges would make anybody as skeptical of the world as Caelia. Trusting nobody means you're far less likely ending up being stabbed in the back. Because of thi distrust for others, she isn't that social or outward speaking but shouldn't be taken as being shy, she' just careful with her words and prefers the 'less is more' approach to talking.
Strengths: A steady hand and a keen eye makes this archer deadly to misjudge. A life of forging her own path has made her independent and attributed to a steely resolve. Due to her slight build and light foot, she can move like a ghost in the night, striking from unawares.
Weaknesses: Untrusting of others. A wonder then how she ended up fighting for one of the most famous band of fighters in history. She can also overestimate her own skill at times, something that has put her in a lot of danger on more than one occasion.
Fears: Fire. Fear that maybe one day, she'll get what's coming to her.
Ambitions: Stay alive. Stay Unknown.
Biography
Caelia was infact of noble birth. Born into House Baramond, a house famed for its wealth and vast ownership of fertile farmland. It was a valuable asset for any liege to have under his command, it was no doubt then that it was also a very lucrative target for bandits and looters, but a sizable levy kept the rabble to the very borders of their influence. Caelia was one of two sisters and also had an older brother by the name of Thomand, a regal knight and rarely remained at home. From an early age she displayed interests different from that of a typical highblood girl and daughter of a baroness, rather opting to spend time watching the stable hands tend to horses and swordsmen practice from day to day, something that irritated her parents to no end. She made it entirely obvious she didn't want to be a lady of the court and married off to some fat and old man somewhere half across the realm. She longed for something else and she got her chance, though not how she wanted it.
At around 6 years old, she was riding home with her family from a tournament they had been invited to. The road was long and disastrous weather caused them to take multiple wrong routes into rather dangerous territory, a place where little order existed and nobody was welcoming them to stay the night. Taking a windy backroute down the edge of a hill, the escort party was ambushed by an abnormally large group of bandits. Archers instantly killed the two leading knights and the rear guard were ambushed from high ground by spearmen. A fight broke out and the escort tried their best to protect their liege, but ultimately failed and so, Caelia was forced to watch her parents and older sister (18 by that time) get yanked from the cartridge and beaten senselessly to death before her. Caelia, only a child, was spared the beating but rather than kill her outright, the bandits let her run into the night, hoping the wolves would take her before daybreak. She wouldn't be broken that easily.
Daybreak came and she continued to run, her feet callous and legs torn to shreds by thorns and thicket. Eventually she happened upon a orange light flickering from a small hollowed out rockface and sought out shelter in the dank cave, what she didn't count upon however, was the cave being occupied by a band of ruthless highwaymen. Highwaymen that she would later come to call family. Over the next few years she was fed, sheltered and trained by the group of notorious robbers. Caelia learnt most of her knowledge from Marion, someone she still considers a father figure. This man taught her to draw a bow, wield a sword and most importantly, how to survive on her own.
Caelia quickly outgrew the lifestyle of going from cave to cave, hiding from patrols and eating tree bark soup and had to leave her adoptive family for 'greener pastures' so to speak. She headed to large cities and made a living not only being a thief, but a sword (or bow) for hire. Extortion, assassination, kidnapping you name it, she did it for coin and a way to make a name for herself and she got what she desired. Her good looks, wily charm and infamous skill made her a recognizable figure in the criminal underworld, but any attention was negative attention in that line of work and Caelia quickly became the target of choice for guardsmen and even other criminals. After an assassination gone wrong, Caelia was hounded by a group of vigilante bounty hunters looking to take her head to the king for a pricey sum. She spent her time running from village to village, town to town and decided to run no more. Eventually she stumbled across a decree for recruits by the Order of the Stag. An ancient order of warriors sworn to protect the realms of men from abominations unknown. Maybe this was her ticket of atonement.
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by Ontorisa » Fri Mar 25, 2016 6:57 pm
Ubaria wrote:Snip
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by Ontorisa » Fri Mar 25, 2016 7:05 pm
by Joshulia » Fri Mar 25, 2016 7:15 pm
The Order of the Stag Application
Basics
Name: Booker Sinclair
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Sinclair's appearence does nothing to hide his noble birth, despite what he prefers to think. A knotted back mass of red hair, along with a similarity colored, well maintained, beard, border a pale, freckled face, and pointed nose with a permanent slight upwards tilt gives him a constant look of disdain. A look anyone who's ever met one would associate with a person who comes from old money. His lanky form is common for his family, though not quite to his extent, as are his piercing green eyes.
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 150lbs
Military Information
Role: Auxiliary
Specialization: Threat Analysis and Medicine
Equipment:
• A thick, grey woolen coat with a splayed collar and gilded buttons to be worn over a woolen undershirt
• A red scarf he's rarely seen without
• A leather bag stuffed full of journals, articles, and notes
• A surgical bag
• A steel rapier
Any Past Military Experiences: Aside from minor conflicts during patrols while working in the Order, nothing.
Miscellaneous
Personality: An obsessive man, Sinclair generally refuses to stop working until a task is done. As a result, he's constantly sleep deprived and irritable towards both authority figures and friends alike, often targeting those of low intelligence in particular. With a good heart buried beneath a layer of arrogance, Sinclair has complete faith in the men at his shoulder and feels responsible for their well being and their failures, but truely believes that it is his destiny to become the Supreme Commander.
Strengths: He's very intelligent, well educated in politics of the realm and medicine, possesses an impeccable memory, and is a fantastic surgeon
Weaknesses: He's untrained in combat, bad under pressure, abbressive, and incredibly privileged
Fears: Death and living a forgetten life
Ambitions: To live a life people will read about one day, for better or worse
Biography
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by Internationalist Bastard » Fri Mar 25, 2016 7:37 pm
The Order of the Stag Application
Basics
Name: Alaia Otxoa
Age: 24
Gender: Female (Biologically male seen as a cross dresser as per Middle Age standards.)
Appearance: A tall, muscular woman with a few scars covering her body. Her skin is pale and is nearly always burned from a life on the battlefield. Her hair is black and shoulder length, but is generally covered by a head scarf.
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 65 kg
Military Information
Role: Lancer
Specialization: Swordsman
Equipment: A simple suit of mail oiled black, with a blanket wrapped around the torso for easy use. Weapons are a standard arming sword and a wooden heater shield.
Any Past Military Experiences: (Please list if applicable)
Formerly served in a Dukes retinue, fighting several battles ranging any where from bandits to glorious battles.
Miscellaneous
Personality: Alaia is a loud, fun loving warrior, raised on the battlefield. She approaches military life with a degree of lightheartedness , knowing full well death and devastation are the order of the day.That said, she is fanatically loyal to the Order and would gladly die for it. Being a cross dresser served to make her strong, willing to accept peoples intolerance, but ready to kick the teeth in on any one who makes it too big of an issue.
Strengths: Loyal, Tough, Veteran
Weaknesses: Alcoholism, Anger Issues, and a near suicidal approach to combat
Fears: Superstitious
Ambitions: None, joined the Order to find a purpose or die trying
Biography
Alaia was raised in the streets of Irune, a moderately large trade city. She was raised in an orphanage, learning to praise the gods and count her blessings. Unfortunately, she was a he. Alaia (born Aitor) felt more comfortable in woman's clothing, and chose to do this knowing the backlash she'd get. In the rough neighborhood she was raised in, she had to learn to defend herself from the scum who'd challenge this choice. Defense became fights, fights became assaults, assaults became crime.
This would go on for most her teenage life, until the guards tried to arrest her. After knocking out three of the Dukes men, the Captain saw promise in the odd, cross-dressing lad from the streets.He took her in, and taught her the way's of war.
Alaia would serve in the Dukes retinue for five years, seeing everything from guard duty to full scale war. She was great at fighting, and truly loved it. Her liege, however, annoyed her. He was a fat pig who would see men die over scraps of land. Having enough, she packed up her few belongings, and moved to join The Order
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Alaia thrust her blade into the bandit, twisting the sword as she did so. She quickly wrenched her weapon from her victim and pushed him to the ground. The poor bastards hardly stood a chance against the onslaught of The Duke's men. She kicked the corpse as she stepped over it, sighing. This was honestly too easy.
She must have gotten to lost in her thoughts as she barely raised her shield in time to block a blow from a lance. She pushed aside the the polearm and quickly stabbed the man in the neck. It was odd they were fighting so hard, normally bandits would turn tail by now.
That's when she heard the scream. Not one of a man crying out his last breath. She turned and saw a child cowering behind a crate. She stopped to really observe the camp. With slow realization it dawned that this wasn't a bandit tribe. These were refugees. She sheathed her sword, spat in the dirt, and walked away.DO NOT REMOVE: 7492222 - For Tracking Purposes Only
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