» Wed Jan 23, 2013 7:45 am Soren was brought forward swearing and squriming. Francis sighed as the large man's head was laid out upon the stump. Silvestri helped the lord preform the convicted's last rights.
"Anything you wish to say before we part?" Francis asked.'
"Yeah... Godot... he tasted good."
A gasp went through the crowd as the large man laughed to himself silently. Then the sword went up, and down. Soren was no more. Before Francis could even motion for the hand to be cut off, Soren's body began to shake violently. It contorted and twisted in an all manner of nasty gruesome shapes, before what was left of Soren became a vaguely canine shaped monstrosity. Francis looked back at the head, which remained human.
"Burn the body."
As Soren went up in smoke, the lord svcked in the stale frozen air. The company had killed a wolf at long last. But with three more stalking, they had precious little time to celebrate.
By afternoon, the company was ready to explore the village. The largest area of Bowereyth, it demanded at lot of groups. The only notable resident, Elvric, remained under guard by Francis himself as three groups went out. Macguyver, deGrey, and Magda went toward the southern alleys. Melwas, Andrew, Norman, and Harris checked the northern slums. And Silvestri, Thomas, Herluin, and Friedrich searched the village center. The groups found nothing of significant interest, even among the Farmers possessions. Some pitchforks and a lot of hay, along with lots of mysterious bags of gold under his bed.
But of those that went to the southern ways, the same can not be said. Screaming rang out, before the Francis and the others ran for the Alleys. Magda came running out screaming hysterically, Macguyver was hiding under a nearby table with his eyes closed.
"Oh no..." The lord whispered.
He jogged over to a nearby pool of blood. Walter deGrey, the faithful chubby little warden, was gurgling on his own blood. Francis knelt down to comfort the dying man. deGrey quickly bled out or drowned in his own blood before he could say anything of interest. The kill had been fast, and unplanned, but it was as effective as all the others. The lord closed the dead man's eyes before heading back to the meeting spot. The wolves were frightened.
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Residents of Bowerwyth:
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Nightingale115
Name: Soren isenkov
Age:34
Gender: male
Description: Soren is tall, with blond hair and eyes dark as stone, he is muscle bound. His teeth are yellow due to his tobacco smoking.
Clothing: Soren wears black pants, red shirt, and brown boots. He is never without his "silver" belt, the quality of which is questionable.
Possessions: black longsword,stag pipe with tobacco and "silver" belt.
Occupation: mercenary for hire. Currently "unhired"
Personality: Soren has brawn, but he is not intelligent. He is constantly angry and intolerable to be around. He is most upset when he is put under pressure and he is rash to respond with anger and violence. He especially hates questions about his belt being silver or not.
History: Soren was born in the northern mountains to a sheep herder. When he came to age he left the shepherd life in service of a noble, years later and after fierce fighting, the noble died Soren left to find a new patron to fill his need of coin and tobacco. He now spends his day in the tavern drinking and smoking from his pipe and hounding the women who frequent it. He is constantly seen passed out at the doorstep of the tavern during the early day hours.
Erginho
Name: Melwas de Montfort
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Description: Melwas is 6 ft 1 inches tall with a slender, yet muscular build. He has long brown flowing hair and stubbles that makes him look like a hardened warrior. He has steel coloured eyes, a sharp nose and heavy pointy eyebrows.
Clothing: Melwas is wearing a black tunic, beige leggings and worn-out leather shoes.
Possessions: An old, yet beautiful longsword that he is always carrying on his back. A drinking horn and a silver amulet which hestole earned through hard work.
Occupation: Melwas is a sellsword. He could also be considered a thief.
Personality: Melwas is loyal to whoever pays him the most. He is amoral and will almost always be neutral when he doesn't serve anyone, which makes him very unpredictable. He is a highly skilled swordsman and has a lust for blood, but he does not engage in combat without any reason, and he is careful when it comes to choosing battles. He is an opportunist and exploits every situation to his own good.
History: Melwas is of noble birth, but was shunned upon when he killed his cousin over an argument when he was 14. He was sent away by his father to live on his own afterwards and started his life as a vagabond. He is mostly always on the move, and sleeps in the inns he stumbles across along the road. At one point he joined a gang of thieves, but left as soon as he got his hands on their money. Nowadays he serves as a mercenary. One day he found himself in Bowerwyth, and that's when we get to the present.
Commandant Oreo
Name: Cardinal Samael
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Description: Samael is 6ft 4 inches tall and weighs 175 pounds. He doesn't have much fat or muscle. His black hair is short for combat purposes. He has a left blue eye and a right grey one. He has many visible claw scars across his stone cold, expressionless face.
Clothing:Wears a grand looking white robe that clearly indicates that Samael has religious authority. He has a black cloak and hood which conceals the grand white outfit and often wears the hood up, which for some reason people have commented that it is nearly impossible to see his face except for his piercing gaze. For some odd reason, he is barefoot.
Possessions: An opened letter detailing Samael's mission, an ominous morning star called "Wrath of Lucifer" which Samael has used to purge countless vampires,fiends,demons and other evil abominations, and Samael also has a locket which has a picture of his mentor, who he put out of his wolfish misery.
Occupation: Samael is a cardinal who has long hunted down the forces of darkness, wherever they may be. People tend to not ask questions whenever Samael enters a town, and nobody dares ask what happened to the men he slaughters. He is currently in Bowerwyth investigating a rumor...
Personality:Samael has deadly reflexes and can react to both physical attacks and accusations rather quick. He keeps to himself and takes orders from nobody, to the point that his work is considered "suggestions" by his superior. He is apathetic to humans and only shows an interest to his prey, which he enjoys hunting.
History: Desperate to turn the tides of evil, Samael was trained to banish the darkness both with a weapon in one hand and scripture in the other, but he has long since lost the book. He has developed a rather sadistic pleasure for his line of work and particularily enjoys a good hunt. He has a peculiar fascination with werewolves, since his mentor was inflicted with lycanthropy.
GorbadPS3
Name: Walter deGrey
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Description: A short man with long and greasy black hair. Pale, almost white skin from next to no sunlight. An unhealthy lifestyle with next to no exercise show clearly, be it his chubby fingers, his large belly or his shortness of breath after a long set of stairs.
Clothing: A leather trench coat he fancies, although he’s so far had little to no actual use for it. A set of comfortable boots and grey, baggy pants complete his outfit.
Possessions: Lantern, ring of keys, a morning star at his belt.
Occupation: The castle's prison warden.
Personality: Likes to brag when he’s done something worth mentioning, usually on the edge to lies as he changes the truth to sound more amazing than it was. He thinks quite highly of himself, feeling superior to others. Walter enjoys many mugs of ale or mead at the tavern, on the rare occasions that he leaves the dungeons.
History: As a failed officer and soldier, Walter had to come up with another way to make a living. Eventually he found himself as the castle’s prison warden and felt like he was in charge. The short man turned rounder and rounder over the years, as he embraced the unhealthy lifestyle of someone with inside access to the castle.
Xrayman
Name: Revas Godot
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Description: Medium height, about 5'10". Fairly overweight, with a clear pot-belly. Soft, pale skin and thinning hair.
Clothing: He wears fine, but relatively plain, brown robes made out of a mixture of wool and cotton. He wears slippers which are light, but still tough enough to walk on rough ground.
Possessions: A lute, a small sack of gold coins, and skin filled with wine.
Occupation: Bard/Spymaster
Personality: Revas is very jovial, but possesses an extremely poignant sense of sarcastic humor. As a bard, he enjoys the presence of others but still appreciates the times when he is alone. He is extremely sharp and quick-witted, often posing difficult questions and riddles to others while simultaneously highlighting their own potential argumentative fallacies. While he was not raised to be a leader and, as such, does not possess such qualities, he isn't one to take orders without question. As a result, he remains calm while under pressure but prefers to handle situations in his own way.
History: Revas was born into a fairly wealthy family and, from a young age, was raised to be the bard for a royal family. He was sent to bard school to fulfill this career in his early teenage years and excelled in all subjects. He graduated near the top of his class and quickly entered the service of the king. Being so close to the king, he often heard about sensitive information regarding the kingdom. He began selling this information to those who valued it most, but was eventually caught by the king. Rather than facing punishment, however, the king appointed Revas to the unofficial position of "spymaster." Revas currently continues his career as the king's bard, however hears much of what occurs in the kingdom and neighboring nations and shares this information with the king...unless it is more beneficial for Revas to keep the information to himself.
evilsqirrel
Name: Andrew Jameson, the man with the unfortunately generic name (Also is referred to as bubbles.)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Description: Short, black hair obscured by a mottle black robe. stands at 5 feet 10 inches. Scrawny build. Light blue eyes that delve into the soul of anyone foolish enough to make eye contact, 4-inch scar stretching diagonally over corner of left eye, obscuring peripheral vision to his left.
Clothing: Oops... already explained in previous one
Possessions: Dagger, poison, katana
Occupation: "Banker" *Cough* ASSASSIN *Cough*
Personality: Quiet, attentive, evasive of direct contact with people. Sneaks around silently, making him difficult to track due to natural stealth. Blunt with answers, and silver tongued.
History: Bubbles was a boy of nobility. He was well educated in the arts of economics and fighting at a very young age. When he turned 10 years old, he woke up to a gruesome sight. His parents were assassinated in his sleep. The killer escaped without a trace, and Bubbles wanted vengeance. He searched through all possible clues as to who could have killed his parents. He interrogated all of his vassals until he found his answer. He ordered all of his vassals and their families to be killed. He suspected they all were planning on it. He claimed their land as his own, and searched for evidence of the blade who killed his parents. As he searched, everything pointed him to one extremely special man. One of the most feared killers in all of the land. Bubbles knew there was only one way to kill him, and that was to beat him at his own game. He sold all of his land and valuables other than his swords, and disappeared. He trained endlessly for years, taking assassination jobs across the land to hone his skills. His notoriety grew to a point where he was feared more than anyone else. Nobody knew his face, and nobody knew his name. He was known as "the ghost bubbles".
JUST TO QUICKEN THIS UP SINCE I AM RUNNING OUT OF MATERIAL: He challenges his parent's killer to a battle, they fight, he wins, gets katana from body of enemy. He then walks the streets, giving justice to the highest bidder
SheridanR
Name: Harris Flebont
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Description: Harris is 5' 11" tall, with long, thin, and gray hair. He has a slim build, sharp facial features, and light brown eyes.
Clothing: A black overcoat, a gray undershirt, a pair of green chaps, and a pair of black shoes. Overall, Harris is modestly dressed for a man of his class, but unmistakably important looking.
Possessions: A map of Bowerwyth and its outlying regions, a book of philosophy and medicine, and a compass (the drafting tool).
Occupation: Harris is an advisor to the baron of Bowerwyth in various state matters.
Personality: When he is not advising the baron, Harris enjoys spending time locked in his own study, where he reads books and amuses himself with various sciences. He is well-learned, inquisitive, and intuitive, but he is asocial and straight-faced, and he always seems to give off a dull air. He is unmarried and has few regular contacts.
History: Born the third and final son of a lord who already had two 11 and 13 year old boys, Harris had no desire to distinguish himself as a knight or hunter as his father and brothers had done before him. Nonetheless, his father was neither impatient nor unloving, and so when Harris started growing older, the old lord began taking measures to find other ways that the young boy might prove himself. Ultimately, this meant that by the time Harris was 10 years old, he was travelling with his father on all matters of state to meet and speak with all the lords in the outlying regions in the hope that some of them might have some insight to the boy's unique situation.
During one occasional trip like this, Harris and his father met with the baron of Bowerwyth, who was a friend of Harris's father. The baron recognized Harris's lack of physical aptitude and suggested that Harris spend some time with a handful of tutors and advisors that lived inside Castle Grey. This proved to be a wise suggestion, for although Harris was physically inept, the learned men at Bowerwyth found him to be a sharp and able student, and within a year, they all taught him to read, write, and even assist them in their own studies of science and philosophy.
Harris's father never fully understood the pursuits of these men or his son, but he soon realized that his boy was happy in Bowerwyth, and so when Harris was 12 years old, his father consigned him to the baron of Bowerwyth as a student and page until the moment that the baron deemed fit to relieve him of his duties. The timing couldn't have been better, either, for just three months after Harris was signed into Castle Grey, his father was attacked by a mad dog in the woods, and within a number of weeks, he succumbed to headaches, fevers, delirium, and eventually, death. The sudden tragedy shook Harris and left him distraught.
Soon, Harris's brothers assumed ownership of all their father's land. Harris was quite secure in the walls of Bowerwyth, but with no connection to his home, he was slightly uncertain of his future. Nevertheless, his new calling in life afforded him an escape from the gloom that began setting a persistent tone for his life. He was still viewed as a sort of protege by all the lords and ladies that came to and from Bowerwyth, after all, but they were all only superficially kind to him, as if he was little more than a curiosity that the baron had accumulated like a keepsake. The lack of any deep interpersonal relationships with the people around him dissatisfied Harris, and because he was already very secluded, he inevitably fell into loneliness.
Nevertheless, the years passed anyway, and Harris learned many things about astronomy, mathematics, logic, medicine, and philosophy. Whenever Harris suceeded his instructors, the baron in turn granted him with higher and higher responsibilities, to the point that Harris became one of the baron's trusted advisors himself.
When Harris was still a young man, the baron's men and women encouraged him to marry, but for some reason it never happened, and so Harris eventually became little more than a kind of eccentric in the eyes of both the common people and lords of Bowerwyth. He has learned to be content in his pursuits and he has garnered a sort of respect by the people who know him, but in a sense, he is really only waiting to die.
Deryck
Name: Ta'kir
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Description: A very well built, dark-skinned man. Face has a scar visible in the light. 6'2, dark green eyes, and keeps his hair well trimmed while sporting a rather long beard (Yes this is my Skyrim Redguard character
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Clothing: Wears simple wool clothes, with a blacksmith's apron when working.
Possessions (no more than three): His father's old hammer and tongs, and his wife's heirloom ring.
Occupation: Blacksmith
Personality: As charismatic as blacksmiths come, which is to say, not very. Ta'kir's passions lie in forging and shaping metal, and not much else. His father made sure he was somewhat of a learned man, so he is able to read and does enjoy what little literature there is in Bowerwyth. Most people who've met him say he's rather withdrawn, but those close to him know he's a kind spirit when it's all said and done.
History:
Ta'kir grew up south of the river, rather away from Bowerwyth. He grew up in a small village with an army outpost just a little outside of its boundaries, and so orders for steel and armor were frequent. His father was the town blacksmith, and a damn good one at that. He taught Ta'kir the trade from a young age, and it was all that he loved. He grew up removed from the problems of the world, living an all and all decent childhood. But when he was 17, things changed. His country had been at war with a neighboring kingdom for some time, and his village and the army outpost outside of it made for a ripe target. His village was sacked, and his father killed while trying to protect him. Ta'kir himself managed to fight off a few of the soldiers, possessing plenty of physical prowess from years of hammering soft iron. But he was eventually incapacitated and captured, and put in the prisoner train.
He managed to escape within a few weeks, separated by hundreds of miles from his village and having no idea how to get back after losing his bearings. All he had left were two of his father's tools, a hammer and tongs. He ended up in Bowerwyth, and decided that there was probably nowhere else to go from there. He set up a new smithy, filling the demand for an adventurer's guild in town and the town garrison.
He had lived there in misery and loneliness for 2 years, till he met her. Ella. She worked as a seamstress in town, coming by the store to pick up a shipment of thimbles. The two ended up married after a few months of courting, and Ta'kir was finally happy for the first time since his village was sacked.
Perhaps fate did not mean for Ta'kir to be happy however, as she fell ill 4 years later. Bowerwyth was a rather disgusting village, after all. As she passed on, she left to him an old family heirloom, a sparking, beautiful ring. SInce then, he's simply worked his smithy with his fathers tools, keeping that ring in his pocket, waiting for something to change.
TheZMan
Name: Benedict Silvestri
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Description: Standing 6'0'' and weighing 165 lbs, Benedict is a non-imposing physical presence. He has balded completely, and wrinkles have thoroughly taken over his face. He sports a bushy white beard, which contrast his sharp blue eyes.
Clothing: He wears a one-piece brown tunic. It's stained and tattered, and tied by a leather belt.
Possessions: He has only the clothes on his back, a 1 foot wooden Cross, Rosary, and a quill pen.
Occupation: Bendictine Monk, rank: Cellarer
Personality: Benedtict is quiet, as you might expect from a monk. He has been trained to be extremely patient, efficient, and forgiving three times. After three infractions it is his task to remove trouble-makers from the monastery. He follows his duties very precisely and carefully.
History: He was given to the monastery by his parents at the ripe age of 10. Since then he has embraced his style-of-living, and acted out the duties of a brother for the next several decades. At age 52 he was chosen to be cellarer of the monastery (2nd in command), a rank which entrusted him with great responsibilities. It was a blessing and a curse, since it is a rank entrenched with pride- that ultimate vice. He was sent by the Abbott of his monastery to visit the town of Bowerwyth to speak to the priest that ministers there. The plague, which has not reached the monastery yet, seems to be a terrible plague, and he would like to help
Hackworthy
Name: Dionysius von Bremen
Age: 59
Gender: Male
Description: 6'8, slender and pale with gray hair and blue eyes. Dionysius has sharp features and deep-set eyes with a long and impeccably groomed beard.
Clothing: Hooded gray robes and leather boots.
Possessions: A pouch of herbs, a journal of occult rituals and a skin of wine.
Occupation: Mystic/Healer/Occultist
Personality: Quiet, erudite and unassuming, Dionysius is slow to trust and only speaks when he actually has something to say.
History: Born in Bremen; a city on the northern coast of the Holy Roman Empire (Germany): Dionysius was the bastard son of a cobbler and a [censored]. Throughout his youth Dionysius lived a life of drudgery and toil until his uncle, the Archbishop of Bremen, arranged for his entrance into a seminary. At the seminary Dionysius received the best education available to a Western European and took his new name (he was born Bertold) after the saint. Dionysius eventually entered the priesthood and after some years succeeded his uncle as Archbishop. Becoming increasingly disillusioned with the church and with the city of his birth, Dionysius fled after over a decade as Archbishop and cast off his vestments. He devoted himself instead to humanitarian causes; curing illness, warding against evil spirits and studying the occult. Dionysius could show up as easily in Bowerwyth as anywhere else in Europe, always on the trail of the dark and the mysterious.
Cecliff2
Name: Friar Norman
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Description: 5'10". Tonsured brown hair. Looks a bit thin.
Clothing: Brown hooded robe and a rope belt. He currently owns no shoes.
Possessions (no more than three): Latin Bible, Crucifix, a little bit of birdseed.
Occupation: He might be a Friar.
Personality: Feels restless, hence why he became a friar. Genuinely out to help the commoners during the plague. Though his eyes and face appear to be quite weary, he seems to be able to coax a good bit of energy out of himself when needed. Doesn't appear to fear the plague very much. Very appreciative of any help he receives. Has a fondness for birds.
History: His father died in the service of a noble, whilst his mother died of disease shortly after. He found himself living at his town's Abbey. Though originally brought into monastic life, his restlessness eventually got the better of him. The head of the monastery agreed that he would serve better out in the world and he was adopted into a friary instead. He's spent several years now on the road as a friar and surprisingly hasn't fallen into the typical greedy friar stereotype. He doesn't always have anything to eat, nor a dwelling to sleep in but he still prefers it to being cooped up in the monastery. Decided to stay in Bowerwyth for a while to aid with the local plague epidemic. The werewolf event has delayed his departure from the town.
Oranos
Name: Ian Stone
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Description: 6'0". Broad shoulders, always mildly hunched from all the heavy lifting. Looks older than he actually is, especially with regards to how aged his face looks. Has trouble keeping his knees straight due to them being worn. Decently tanned and muscled from outside work.
Clothing: Straw hat. Plain, cheap shirt/pant combination. Has "shoes" which are essentially leather slippers.
Possessions (no more than three): Gardening trowel, sickle, a seed bag filled with other small bigs with dirt and seeds.
Occupation: Farmer
Personality: Hard worker, used to doing a lot of work by himself. Would not hesitate if help was offered, but is not used to being helped, except for when the harvest has to be collected, during which he organizes the people helping out. Is hoping that this "Black Death" would settle his score with the feudal system.
History: As is often the case with the poor class, Ian was born into being a farmer and his father died at a young enough age that he and his remaining brothers were forced to work the farm together. One by one his brothers were conscripted by the nobility, leaving Ian alone over and over again. He now holds the higher societies responsible for his rapidly degrading body, and quietly wants revenge. He is, however, not the kind of man to personally deliver this vengeance and shed blood while doing so. As he sees it, this plague should take care of most of his issues, be it through everyone else dying, or he himself having his life taken from him.
8-bit Legend
Name: Roberts
Age: Mid 30s
Gender: Male
Description: Very well toned, as one might expect.
Clothing: Black http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1435157-werewolf-a-wolf-in-bowerwyth-sign-up/page__st__60#, black trousers, a red sash, and a black mask - because they're terribly comfortable.
Possessions (no more than three): Rapier, sack of gold, a tube of odorless, tasteless powder.
Occupation: Captain of the pirate ship "Revenge"
Personality: Very dashing with a good dose of derring-do. Quick to jest.
History: Roberts inherited his name and his ship from the previous Roberts - because, you see, it's the name that people fear. He has made a decent living sailing the high seas, capturing other ships and leaving no survivors - except for his valet. His only desire now is to retire and live like a king in Patagonia. First, however, he's got some business to take care of.
Northwind Fulisier
Name: Thomas Cooper
Age: 33
Gender: M
Description: Tall and dark-haired.
Clothing: Mail hauberk, nasal helm, boots
Possessions (no more than three): Spear, short sword, small http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1435157-werewolf-a-wolf-in-bowerwyth-sign-up/page__st__60#
Occupation: Man at arms
Personality: Silent and grim. Prefers solitude to the company of others. Dutiful. Watchful.
History: Son of a cooper (barrel-maker), he went off for a soldier at a young age. He was in several battles, and quickly took a dim view of such affairs. Took post in Bowerswyth because it seemed a quiet enough job, with less fighting and more time practicing on his flute.
Chef Kronus
Name: Angus MacGuyver
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Description: 5'11", sandy blonde hair in a mullet, sharp chin, athletic build
Clothing: burlap pants, boots, vest with many pockets
Possessions (no more than three): knife, rope, journal
Occupation: inventor
Personality: patient, inventive, quick on his feet, friendly, outgoing. Peaceful
History: Effected greatly by a tragety in his youth, MacGuyver is a pacifist, refusing to use weapons against his fellow man. He learned much in his time he spent in the wild in his youth, learning how to survive in the wild for weeks on end. He passes his time inventing new technologies to help his fellow man survive where they normally couldn't.
Gamgee
Name: Elvric
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Description: Peasant farmer. Crooked nose.
Clothing: Muddy and dirty peasants clothing.
Possessions (no more than three): Pitchfork, torches, and some coins.
Occupation: Farmer
Personality: Slow thinker.
History: A young lad who seen his dad pass away and now he has to step up to be the man of the house.
TeeHee
Name: Magda Lyndenhardt
Age: 57
Gender: Female
Description: Madga has a crooked back and an even more crooked smile. Her grey hair is thin and wispy, barely clinging on to her scalp, her steely grey eyes seem to focus in different directions, and her wrinkled skin vaguely resembles that of a bruised and rotten peach. A large mole has taken up residence on one of her cheeks; she calls it Neville.
Clothing: A faded and torn frock, loosely clinging to her skeletal frame. She covers her shoulders with a potato sack cloth shawl and her feet with crudely fashioned boots. A single copper bracelet hangs from her limp wrist.
Possessions: Copper bracelet, bag of coins, several strands of rope that she uses as a makeshift belt, waterskin containing some stale mead.
Occupation: Old hag, beggar
Personality: Magda is a kind soul, if a little nutty. Her willingness to help others comes from a desire to be helped herself. Despite living in absolute poverty, Magda can hardly motivate herself to improve her situation, or to do much at all. She longs for a friend. Has a soft spot for the drink.
History Born to a brewer, Magda has grown up around alcohol her entire life. A common joke in her old village was that Lyndenhardt children were weaned on mead instead of milk, and have beer running through their veins rather than blood. At a young age, Magda left her village searching for adventure and instead fell in love with the owner of a local tavern here in Bowerwyth. When her husband passed away, Magda was cast onto the street and left penniless. She's been begging ever since.
Dalek
Name: Tiffany "Granny Fan" Smith
Age: 67
Gender: Female
Description: About 5'5", with a rather petite and frail build. She does well for her age but is definitely not the hot-bodied teen she once was. She has a hump on her back with long gray hair wrapped in an orderly ponytail reaching to the backs of her knees.
Clothing: A simple gray skirt that reaches to her ankles, along with a frilly white top, buttoned with a pink gem. Over that, a raggedy gray cardigan and black combat boots. The pink gem is truly the only splash of color to her outfit.
Possessions (no more than three): A bottle of pastel pink nail polish (which she only wears for extremely special occasions), a handmade pastel pink handkerchief and a shard of black glass she uses as a weapon.
Occupation: Shopkeep
Personality: Tiffany is rather quiet and to herself. She does not take too kindly to authority figures but will do what she is told despite her complaints. She loves to bask in sun whenever she gets the chance and prefers to be alone to think and reminisce. She is the type to sit around and watch as others squabble amongst themselves and doesn't really say much about anything unless she considers it of utmost importance.
History: Years ago, Tiffany once claimed to have come from the future, a place called "California". At the time, people in the Bowerwyth saw her as insane and almost burned her at the stake for witchcraft, but they decided she was harmless. Most people in town, today, stay away from her as she is the "looney Granny Fan". She used to go on about "getting back home" and cry daily about her dilemma but has gotten over it as time passed. Now she rarely speaks of her issues and accepted the fact that the entire town thinks she's a nut. When she first arrived, she was dressed quite inappropriately for the time. Wearing only a pastel pink "bikini" (as she called it), "daisy duke" short-shorts and sunglasses. She has changed her dress mostly as a result of being threatened by the town's officials to be arrested. Now her "bikini" has been fashioned into a personal handkerchief that she is often seen to be caressing.
As she reached old age she has repurposed her strange items to be more useful. Her sunglasses fashioned into a weapon and her nail polish used as a keepsake. They remind her of home, as she tells others whenever they ask. A couple of months into first arriving at Bowerwyth, she gave up her antics and went to live in a local shop with the elderly shopkeeper who believed her to be his daughter but has since passed. Tiffany still regularly tries to teach people about "the future" (as she calls it) but is ignored, and chooses to remain quiet for fear of prosecution.
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Name: Herluin Lothaire
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Description: 5'8 slender build , pale skin from a lack of sunlight, thinning grey hair
Clothing: Grey robes, grey hood, sandals
Possessions (no more than three): mortar & pestle, seared rabbit haunch, herbs
Occupation: Apothecary
Personality: Rather meek, quiet, avoids confrontation, prefers to be alone
History: Herluin has lived in the depressing hamlet of Bowerwyth all his life peddling elixirs from the store his parents owned since he was a lad.
indicator
Name: Friedrich
Age: 72
Gender: Male
Description: A wrinkled old man that has been rendered crooked and frail with the effects of time and a life of poverty. He does not seem to be a very imposing figure to say the least.
Clothing: His monk’s robes
Possessions: A bible, a pen, and a cross
Occupation: Monk
Personality: Friedrich has always done his best to embody monkly virtues. As such he is kind to those around him and cares very deeply for the needs of his community. Dispite this, he has been a monk for as long as he can remember and is very much an introvert. He would prefer to do a majority of the work himself never having learned to trust others very much.
History: Friedrich has been a monk for as long as he can remember. While he has enjoyed his life in the monastery, it is doubtful the ins and outs of daily life of a monk would be much interest to an outsider. In any case Friedrich’s life has been without many interesting incidents. His life has been more or less what you’d expect from one who has been a monk for more than 50 years.
Name: Soren isenkov
Age:34
Gender: male
Description: Soren is tall, with blond hair and eyes dark as stone, he is muscle bound. His teeth are yellow due to his tobacco smoking.
Clothing: Soren wears black pants, red shirt, and brown boots. He is never without his "silver" belt, the quality of which is questionable.
Possessions: black longsword,stag pipe with tobacco and "silver" belt.
Occupation: mercenary for hire. Currently "unhired"
Personality: Soren has brawn, but he is not intelligent. He is constantly angry and intolerable to be around. He is most upset when he is put under pressure and he is rash to respond with anger and violence. He especially hates questions about his belt being silver or not.
History: Soren was born in the northern mountains to a sheep herder. When he came to age he left the shepherd life in service of a noble, years later and after fierce fighting, the noble died Soren left to find a new patron to fill his need of coin and tobacco. He now spends his day in the tavern drinking and smoking from his pipe and hounding the women who frequent it. He is constantly seen passed out at the doorstep of the tavern during the early day hours.
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Name: Melwas de Montfort
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Description: Melwas is 6 ft 1 inches tall with a slender, yet muscular build. He has long brown flowing hair and stubbles that makes him look like a hardened warrior. He has steel coloured eyes, a sharp nose and heavy pointy eyebrows.
Clothing: Melwas is wearing a black tunic, beige leggings and worn-out leather shoes.
Possessions: An old, yet beautiful longsword that he is always carrying on his back. A drinking horn and a silver amulet which he
Occupation: Melwas is a sellsword. He could also be considered a thief.
Personality: Melwas is loyal to whoever pays him the most. He is amoral and will almost always be neutral when he doesn't serve anyone, which makes him very unpredictable. He is a highly skilled swordsman and has a lust for blood, but he does not engage in combat without any reason, and he is careful when it comes to choosing battles. He is an opportunist and exploits every situation to his own good.
History: Melwas is of noble birth, but was shunned upon when he killed his cousin over an argument when he was 14. He was sent away by his father to live on his own afterwards and started his life as a vagabond. He is mostly always on the move, and sleeps in the inns he stumbles across along the road. At one point he joined a gang of thieves, but left as soon as he got his hands on their money. Nowadays he serves as a mercenary. One day he found himself in Bowerwyth, and that's when we get to the present.
Name: Cardinal Samael
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Description: Samael is 6ft 4 inches tall and weighs 175 pounds. He doesn't have much fat or muscle. His black hair is short for combat purposes. He has a left blue eye and a right grey one. He has many visible claw scars across his stone cold, expressionless face.
Clothing:Wears a grand looking white robe that clearly indicates that Samael has religious authority. He has a black cloak and hood which conceals the grand white outfit and often wears the hood up, which for some reason people have commented that it is nearly impossible to see his face except for his piercing gaze. For some odd reason, he is barefoot.
Possessions: An opened letter detailing Samael's mission, an ominous morning star called "Wrath of Lucifer" which Samael has used to purge countless vampires,fiends,demons and other evil abominations, and Samael also has a locket which has a picture of his mentor, who he put out of his wolfish misery.
Occupation: Samael is a cardinal who has long hunted down the forces of darkness, wherever they may be. People tend to not ask questions whenever Samael enters a town, and nobody dares ask what happened to the men he slaughters. He is currently in Bowerwyth investigating a rumor...
Personality:Samael has deadly reflexes and can react to both physical attacks and accusations rather quick. He keeps to himself and takes orders from nobody, to the point that his work is considered "suggestions" by his superior. He is apathetic to humans and only shows an interest to his prey, which he enjoys hunting.
History: Desperate to turn the tides of evil, Samael was trained to banish the darkness both with a weapon in one hand and scripture in the other, but he has long since lost the book. He has developed a rather sadistic pleasure for his line of work and particularily enjoys a good hunt. He has a peculiar fascination with werewolves, since his mentor was inflicted with lycanthropy.
Name: Walter deGrey
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Description: A short man with long and greasy black hair. Pale, almost white skin from next to no sunlight. An unhealthy lifestyle with next to no exercise show clearly, be it his chubby fingers, his large belly or his shortness of breath after a long set of stairs.
Clothing: A leather trench coat he fancies, although he’s so far had little to no actual use for it. A set of comfortable boots and grey, baggy pants complete his outfit.
Possessions: Lantern, ring of keys, a morning star at his belt.
Occupation: The castle's prison warden.
Personality: Likes to brag when he’s done something worth mentioning, usually on the edge to lies as he changes the truth to sound more amazing than it was. He thinks quite highly of himself, feeling superior to others. Walter enjoys many mugs of ale or mead at the tavern, on the rare occasions that he leaves the dungeons.
History: As a failed officer and soldier, Walter had to come up with another way to make a living. Eventually he found himself as the castle’s prison warden and felt like he was in charge. The short man turned rounder and rounder over the years, as he embraced the unhealthy lifestyle of someone with inside access to the castle.
Name: Revas Godot
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Description: Medium height, about 5'10". Fairly overweight, with a clear pot-belly. Soft, pale skin and thinning hair.
Clothing: He wears fine, but relatively plain, brown robes made out of a mixture of wool and cotton. He wears slippers which are light, but still tough enough to walk on rough ground.
Possessions: A lute, a small sack of gold coins, and skin filled with wine.
Occupation: Bard/Spymaster
Personality: Revas is very jovial, but possesses an extremely poignant sense of sarcastic humor. As a bard, he enjoys the presence of others but still appreciates the times when he is alone. He is extremely sharp and quick-witted, often posing difficult questions and riddles to others while simultaneously highlighting their own potential argumentative fallacies. While he was not raised to be a leader and, as such, does not possess such qualities, he isn't one to take orders without question. As a result, he remains calm while under pressure but prefers to handle situations in his own way.
History: Revas was born into a fairly wealthy family and, from a young age, was raised to be the bard for a royal family. He was sent to bard school to fulfill this career in his early teenage years and excelled in all subjects. He graduated near the top of his class and quickly entered the service of the king. Being so close to the king, he often heard about sensitive information regarding the kingdom. He began selling this information to those who valued it most, but was eventually caught by the king. Rather than facing punishment, however, the king appointed Revas to the unofficial position of "spymaster." Revas currently continues his career as the king's bard, however hears much of what occurs in the kingdom and neighboring nations and shares this information with the king...unless it is more beneficial for Revas to keep the information to himself.
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Name: Andrew Jameson, the man with the unfortunately generic name (Also is referred to as bubbles.)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Description: Short, black hair obscured by a mottle black robe. stands at 5 feet 10 inches. Scrawny build. Light blue eyes that delve into the soul of anyone foolish enough to make eye contact, 4-inch scar stretching diagonally over corner of left eye, obscuring peripheral vision to his left.
Clothing: Oops... already explained in previous one
Possessions: Dagger, poison, katana
Occupation: "Banker" *Cough* ASSASSIN *Cough*
Personality: Quiet, attentive, evasive of direct contact with people. Sneaks around silently, making him difficult to track due to natural stealth. Blunt with answers, and silver tongued.
History: Bubbles was a boy of nobility. He was well educated in the arts of economics and fighting at a very young age. When he turned 10 years old, he woke up to a gruesome sight. His parents were assassinated in his sleep. The killer escaped without a trace, and Bubbles wanted vengeance. He searched through all possible clues as to who could have killed his parents. He interrogated all of his vassals until he found his answer. He ordered all of his vassals and their families to be killed. He suspected they all were planning on it. He claimed their land as his own, and searched for evidence of the blade who killed his parents. As he searched, everything pointed him to one extremely special man. One of the most feared killers in all of the land. Bubbles knew there was only one way to kill him, and that was to beat him at his own game. He sold all of his land and valuables other than his swords, and disappeared. He trained endlessly for years, taking assassination jobs across the land to hone his skills. His notoriety grew to a point where he was feared more than anyone else. Nobody knew his face, and nobody knew his name. He was known as "the ghost bubbles".
JUST TO QUICKEN THIS UP SINCE I AM RUNNING OUT OF MATERIAL: He challenges his parent's killer to a battle, they fight, he wins, gets katana from body of enemy. He then walks the streets, giving justice to the highest bidder
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Name: Harris Flebont
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Description: Harris is 5' 11" tall, with long, thin, and gray hair. He has a slim build, sharp facial features, and light brown eyes.
Clothing: A black overcoat, a gray undershirt, a pair of green chaps, and a pair of black shoes. Overall, Harris is modestly dressed for a man of his class, but unmistakably important looking.
Possessions: A map of Bowerwyth and its outlying regions, a book of philosophy and medicine, and a compass (the drafting tool).
Occupation: Harris is an advisor to the baron of Bowerwyth in various state matters.
Personality: When he is not advising the baron, Harris enjoys spending time locked in his own study, where he reads books and amuses himself with various sciences. He is well-learned, inquisitive, and intuitive, but he is asocial and straight-faced, and he always seems to give off a dull air. He is unmarried and has few regular contacts.
History: Born the third and final son of a lord who already had two 11 and 13 year old boys, Harris had no desire to distinguish himself as a knight or hunter as his father and brothers had done before him. Nonetheless, his father was neither impatient nor unloving, and so when Harris started growing older, the old lord began taking measures to find other ways that the young boy might prove himself. Ultimately, this meant that by the time Harris was 10 years old, he was travelling with his father on all matters of state to meet and speak with all the lords in the outlying regions in the hope that some of them might have some insight to the boy's unique situation.
During one occasional trip like this, Harris and his father met with the baron of Bowerwyth, who was a friend of Harris's father. The baron recognized Harris's lack of physical aptitude and suggested that Harris spend some time with a handful of tutors and advisors that lived inside Castle Grey. This proved to be a wise suggestion, for although Harris was physically inept, the learned men at Bowerwyth found him to be a sharp and able student, and within a year, they all taught him to read, write, and even assist them in their own studies of science and philosophy.
Harris's father never fully understood the pursuits of these men or his son, but he soon realized that his boy was happy in Bowerwyth, and so when Harris was 12 years old, his father consigned him to the baron of Bowerwyth as a student and page until the moment that the baron deemed fit to relieve him of his duties. The timing couldn't have been better, either, for just three months after Harris was signed into Castle Grey, his father was attacked by a mad dog in the woods, and within a number of weeks, he succumbed to headaches, fevers, delirium, and eventually, death. The sudden tragedy shook Harris and left him distraught.
Soon, Harris's brothers assumed ownership of all their father's land. Harris was quite secure in the walls of Bowerwyth, but with no connection to his home, he was slightly uncertain of his future. Nevertheless, his new calling in life afforded him an escape from the gloom that began setting a persistent tone for his life. He was still viewed as a sort of protege by all the lords and ladies that came to and from Bowerwyth, after all, but they were all only superficially kind to him, as if he was little more than a curiosity that the baron had accumulated like a keepsake. The lack of any deep interpersonal relationships with the people around him dissatisfied Harris, and because he was already very secluded, he inevitably fell into loneliness.
Nevertheless, the years passed anyway, and Harris learned many things about astronomy, mathematics, logic, medicine, and philosophy. Whenever Harris suceeded his instructors, the baron in turn granted him with higher and higher responsibilities, to the point that Harris became one of the baron's trusted advisors himself.
When Harris was still a young man, the baron's men and women encouraged him to marry, but for some reason it never happened, and so Harris eventually became little more than a kind of eccentric in the eyes of both the common people and lords of Bowerwyth. He has learned to be content in his pursuits and he has garnered a sort of respect by the people who know him, but in a sense, he is really only waiting to die.
Name: Ta'kir
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Description: A very well built, dark-skinned man. Face has a scar visible in the light. 6'2, dark green eyes, and keeps his hair well trimmed while sporting a rather long beard (Yes this is my Skyrim Redguard character
)Clothing: Wears simple wool clothes, with a blacksmith's apron when working.
Possessions (no more than three): His father's old hammer and tongs, and his wife's heirloom ring.
Occupation: Blacksmith
Personality: As charismatic as blacksmiths come, which is to say, not very. Ta'kir's passions lie in forging and shaping metal, and not much else. His father made sure he was somewhat of a learned man, so he is able to read and does enjoy what little literature there is in Bowerwyth. Most people who've met him say he's rather withdrawn, but those close to him know he's a kind spirit when it's all said and done.
History:
Ta'kir grew up south of the river, rather away from Bowerwyth. He grew up in a small village with an army outpost just a little outside of its boundaries, and so orders for steel and armor were frequent. His father was the town blacksmith, and a damn good one at that. He taught Ta'kir the trade from a young age, and it was all that he loved. He grew up removed from the problems of the world, living an all and all decent childhood. But when he was 17, things changed. His country had been at war with a neighboring kingdom for some time, and his village and the army outpost outside of it made for a ripe target. His village was sacked, and his father killed while trying to protect him. Ta'kir himself managed to fight off a few of the soldiers, possessing plenty of physical prowess from years of hammering soft iron. But he was eventually incapacitated and captured, and put in the prisoner train.
He managed to escape within a few weeks, separated by hundreds of miles from his village and having no idea how to get back after losing his bearings. All he had left were two of his father's tools, a hammer and tongs. He ended up in Bowerwyth, and decided that there was probably nowhere else to go from there. He set up a new smithy, filling the demand for an adventurer's guild in town and the town garrison.
He had lived there in misery and loneliness for 2 years, till he met her. Ella. She worked as a seamstress in town, coming by the store to pick up a shipment of thimbles. The two ended up married after a few months of courting, and Ta'kir was finally happy for the first time since his village was sacked.
Perhaps fate did not mean for Ta'kir to be happy however, as she fell ill 4 years later. Bowerwyth was a rather disgusting village, after all. As she passed on, she left to him an old family heirloom, a sparking, beautiful ring. SInce then, he's simply worked his smithy with his fathers tools, keeping that ring in his pocket, waiting for something to change.
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Name: Benedict Silvestri
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Description: Standing 6'0'' and weighing 165 lbs, Benedict is a non-imposing physical presence. He has balded completely, and wrinkles have thoroughly taken over his face. He sports a bushy white beard, which contrast his sharp blue eyes.
Clothing: He wears a one-piece brown tunic. It's stained and tattered, and tied by a leather belt.
Possessions: He has only the clothes on his back, a 1 foot wooden Cross, Rosary, and a quill pen.
Occupation: Bendictine Monk, rank: Cellarer
Personality: Benedtict is quiet, as you might expect from a monk. He has been trained to be extremely patient, efficient, and forgiving three times. After three infractions it is his task to remove trouble-makers from the monastery. He follows his duties very precisely and carefully.
History: He was given to the monastery by his parents at the ripe age of 10. Since then he has embraced his style-of-living, and acted out the duties of a brother for the next several decades. At age 52 he was chosen to be cellarer of the monastery (2nd in command), a rank which entrusted him with great responsibilities. It was a blessing and a curse, since it is a rank entrenched with pride- that ultimate vice. He was sent by the Abbott of his monastery to visit the town of Bowerwyth to speak to the priest that ministers there. The plague, which has not reached the monastery yet, seems to be a terrible plague, and he would like to help
Name: Dionysius von Bremen
Age: 59
Gender: Male
Description: 6'8, slender and pale with gray hair and blue eyes. Dionysius has sharp features and deep-set eyes with a long and impeccably groomed beard.
Clothing: Hooded gray robes and leather boots.
Possessions: A pouch of herbs, a journal of occult rituals and a skin of wine.
Occupation: Mystic/Healer/Occultist
Personality: Quiet, erudite and unassuming, Dionysius is slow to trust and only speaks when he actually has something to say.
History: Born in Bremen; a city on the northern coast of the Holy Roman Empire (Germany): Dionysius was the bastard son of a cobbler and a [censored]. Throughout his youth Dionysius lived a life of drudgery and toil until his uncle, the Archbishop of Bremen, arranged for his entrance into a seminary. At the seminary Dionysius received the best education available to a Western European and took his new name (he was born Bertold) after the saint. Dionysius eventually entered the priesthood and after some years succeeded his uncle as Archbishop. Becoming increasingly disillusioned with the church and with the city of his birth, Dionysius fled after over a decade as Archbishop and cast off his vestments. He devoted himself instead to humanitarian causes; curing illness, warding against evil spirits and studying the occult. Dionysius could show up as easily in Bowerwyth as anywhere else in Europe, always on the trail of the dark and the mysterious.
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Name: Friar Norman
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Description: 5'10". Tonsured brown hair. Looks a bit thin.
Clothing: Brown hooded robe and a rope belt. He currently owns no shoes.
Possessions (no more than three): Latin Bible, Crucifix, a little bit of birdseed.
Occupation: He might be a Friar.
Personality: Feels restless, hence why he became a friar. Genuinely out to help the commoners during the plague. Though his eyes and face appear to be quite weary, he seems to be able to coax a good bit of energy out of himself when needed. Doesn't appear to fear the plague very much. Very appreciative of any help he receives. Has a fondness for birds.
History: His father died in the service of a noble, whilst his mother died of disease shortly after. He found himself living at his town's Abbey. Though originally brought into monastic life, his restlessness eventually got the better of him. The head of the monastery agreed that he would serve better out in the world and he was adopted into a friary instead. He's spent several years now on the road as a friar and surprisingly hasn't fallen into the typical greedy friar stereotype. He doesn't always have anything to eat, nor a dwelling to sleep in but he still prefers it to being cooped up in the monastery. Decided to stay in Bowerwyth for a while to aid with the local plague epidemic. The werewolf event has delayed his departure from the town.
Name: Ian Stone
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Description: 6'0". Broad shoulders, always mildly hunched from all the heavy lifting. Looks older than he actually is, especially with regards to how aged his face looks. Has trouble keeping his knees straight due to them being worn. Decently tanned and muscled from outside work.
Clothing: Straw hat. Plain, cheap shirt/pant combination. Has "shoes" which are essentially leather slippers.
Possessions (no more than three): Gardening trowel, sickle, a seed bag filled with other small bigs with dirt and seeds.
Occupation: Farmer
Personality: Hard worker, used to doing a lot of work by himself. Would not hesitate if help was offered, but is not used to being helped, except for when the harvest has to be collected, during which he organizes the people helping out. Is hoping that this "Black Death" would settle his score with the feudal system.
History: As is often the case with the poor class, Ian was born into being a farmer and his father died at a young enough age that he and his remaining brothers were forced to work the farm together. One by one his brothers were conscripted by the nobility, leaving Ian alone over and over again. He now holds the higher societies responsible for his rapidly degrading body, and quietly wants revenge. He is, however, not the kind of man to personally deliver this vengeance and shed blood while doing so. As he sees it, this plague should take care of most of his issues, be it through everyone else dying, or he himself having his life taken from him.
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Name: Roberts
Age: Mid 30s
Gender: Male
Description: Very well toned, as one might expect.
Clothing: Black http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1435157-werewolf-a-wolf-in-bowerwyth-sign-up/page__st__60#, black trousers, a red sash, and a black mask - because they're terribly comfortable.
Possessions (no more than three): Rapier, sack of gold, a tube of odorless, tasteless powder.
Occupation: Captain of the pirate ship "Revenge"
Personality: Very dashing with a good dose of derring-do. Quick to jest.
History: Roberts inherited his name and his ship from the previous Roberts - because, you see, it's the name that people fear. He has made a decent living sailing the high seas, capturing other ships and leaving no survivors - except for his valet. His only desire now is to retire and live like a king in Patagonia. First, however, he's got some business to take care of.
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Name: Thomas Cooper
Age: 33
Gender: M
Description: Tall and dark-haired.
Clothing: Mail hauberk, nasal helm, boots
Possessions (no more than three): Spear, short sword, small http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1435157-werewolf-a-wolf-in-bowerwyth-sign-up/page__st__60#
Occupation: Man at arms
Personality: Silent and grim. Prefers solitude to the company of others. Dutiful. Watchful.
History: Son of a cooper (barrel-maker), he went off for a soldier at a young age. He was in several battles, and quickly took a dim view of such affairs. Took post in Bowerswyth because it seemed a quiet enough job, with less fighting and more time practicing on his flute.
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Name: Angus MacGuyver
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Description: 5'11", sandy blonde hair in a mullet, sharp chin, athletic build
Clothing: burlap pants, boots, vest with many pockets
Possessions (no more than three): knife, rope, journal
Occupation: inventor
Personality: patient, inventive, quick on his feet, friendly, outgoing. Peaceful
History: Effected greatly by a tragety in his youth, MacGuyver is a pacifist, refusing to use weapons against his fellow man. He learned much in his time he spent in the wild in his youth, learning how to survive in the wild for weeks on end. He passes his time inventing new technologies to help his fellow man survive where they normally couldn't.
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Name: Elvric
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Description: Peasant farmer. Crooked nose.
Clothing: Muddy and dirty peasants clothing.
Possessions (no more than three): Pitchfork, torches, and some coins.
Occupation: Farmer
Personality: Slow thinker.
History: A young lad who seen his dad pass away and now he has to step up to be the man of the house.
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Name: Magda Lyndenhardt
Age: 57
Gender: Female
Description: Madga has a crooked back and an even more crooked smile. Her grey hair is thin and wispy, barely clinging on to her scalp, her steely grey eyes seem to focus in different directions, and her wrinkled skin vaguely resembles that of a bruised and rotten peach. A large mole has taken up residence on one of her cheeks; she calls it Neville.
Clothing: A faded and torn frock, loosely clinging to her skeletal frame. She covers her shoulders with a potato sack cloth shawl and her feet with crudely fashioned boots. A single copper bracelet hangs from her limp wrist.
Possessions: Copper bracelet, bag of coins, several strands of rope that she uses as a makeshift belt, waterskin containing some stale mead.
Occupation: Old hag, beggar
Personality: Magda is a kind soul, if a little nutty. Her willingness to help others comes from a desire to be helped herself. Despite living in absolute poverty, Magda can hardly motivate herself to improve her situation, or to do much at all. She longs for a friend. Has a soft spot for the drink.
History Born to a brewer, Magda has grown up around alcohol her entire life. A common joke in her old village was that Lyndenhardt children were weaned on mead instead of milk, and have beer running through their veins rather than blood. At a young age, Magda left her village searching for adventure and instead fell in love with the owner of a local tavern here in Bowerwyth. When her husband passed away, Magda was cast onto the street and left penniless. She's been begging ever since.
Name: Tiffany "Granny Fan" Smith
Age: 67
Gender: Female
Description: About 5'5", with a rather petite and frail build. She does well for her age but is definitely not the hot-bodied teen she once was. She has a hump on her back with long gray hair wrapped in an orderly ponytail reaching to the backs of her knees.
Clothing: A simple gray skirt that reaches to her ankles, along with a frilly white top, buttoned with a pink gem. Over that, a raggedy gray cardigan and black combat boots. The pink gem is truly the only splash of color to her outfit.
Possessions (no more than three): A bottle of pastel pink nail polish (which she only wears for extremely special occasions), a handmade pastel pink handkerchief and a shard of black glass she uses as a weapon.
Occupation: Shopkeep
Personality: Tiffany is rather quiet and to herself. She does not take too kindly to authority figures but will do what she is told despite her complaints. She loves to bask in sun whenever she gets the chance and prefers to be alone to think and reminisce. She is the type to sit around and watch as others squabble amongst themselves and doesn't really say much about anything unless she considers it of utmost importance.
History: Years ago, Tiffany once claimed to have come from the future, a place called "California". At the time, people in the Bowerwyth saw her as insane and almost burned her at the stake for witchcraft, but they decided she was harmless. Most people in town, today, stay away from her as she is the "looney Granny Fan". She used to go on about "getting back home" and cry daily about her dilemma but has gotten over it as time passed. Now she rarely speaks of her issues and accepted the fact that the entire town thinks she's a nut. When she first arrived, she was dressed quite inappropriately for the time. Wearing only a pastel pink "bikini" (as she called it), "daisy duke" short-shorts and sunglasses. She has changed her dress mostly as a result of being threatened by the town's officials to be arrested. Now her "bikini" has been fashioned into a personal handkerchief that she is often seen to be caressing.
As she reached old age she has repurposed her strange items to be more useful. Her sunglasses fashioned into a weapon and her nail polish used as a keepsake. They remind her of home, as she tells others whenever they ask. A couple of months into first arriving at Bowerwyth, she gave up her antics and went to live in a local shop with the elderly shopkeeper who believed her to be his daughter but has since passed. Tiffany still regularly tries to teach people about "the future" (as she calls it) but is ignored, and chooses to remain quiet for fear of prosecution
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Name: Herluin Lothaire
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Description: 5'8 slender build , pale skin from a lack of sunlight, thinning grey hair
Clothing: Grey robes, grey hood, sandals
Possessions (no more than three): mortar & pestle, seared rabbit haunch, herbs
Occupation: Apothecary
Personality: Rather meek, quiet, avoids confrontation, prefers to be alone
History: Herluin has lived in the depressing hamlet of Bowerwyth all his life peddling elixirs from the store his parents owned since he was a lad.
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Name: Friedrich
Age: 72
Gender: Male
Description: A wrinkled old man that has been rendered crooked and frail with the effects of time and a life of poverty. He does not seem to be a very imposing figure to say the least.
Clothing: His monk’s robes
Possessions: A bible, a pen, and a cross
Occupation: Monk
Personality: Friedrich has always done his best to embody monkly virtues. As such he is kind to those around him and cares very deeply for the needs of his community. Dispite this, he has been a monk for as long as he can remember and is very much an introvert. He would prefer to do a majority of the work himself never having learned to trust others very much.
History: Friedrich has been a monk for as long as he can remember. While he has enjoyed his life in the monastery, it is doubtful the ins and outs of daily life of a monk would be much interest to an outsider. In any case Friedrich’s life has been without many interesting incidents. His life has been more or less what you’d expect from one who has been a monk for more than 50 years.
Sleeping Areas
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Dungeons - Walter (Gorbad)
The Village - Elvric (Gamgee), Ian (Oranos), MacGuyver (Kronus)
The Drunken Knight - Soren (Nightingale), Melwas (Erginho), Andrew (sqirrel)
Market Plaza - Tiffany (Dalek), Magda (TeeHee), Bremen (Hack)
Forge - Ta'kir (Deryck)
Castle Grey - Revas (Xrayman), Harris (Sheridan)
The Church - Silvestri (Zman), Friedrich (Indicator), Samael (Oreo), Norman (Cecliff)
Dungeons - Walter (Gorbad)
The Village - Elvric (Gamgee), Ian (Oranos), MacGuyver (Kronus)
The Drunken Knight - Soren (Nightingale), Melwas (Erginho), Andrew (sqirrel)
Market Plaza - Tiffany (Dalek), Magda (TeeHee), Bremen (Hack)
Forge - Ta'kir (Deryck)
Castle Grey - Revas (Xrayman), Harris (Sheridan)
The Church - Silvestri (Zman), Friedrich (Indicator), Samael (Oreo), Norman (Cecliff)
The Dead:
Tiffany Smith (Dalek), arm torn off, innocent
Ian Stone (Oranos), torn apart, innocent
Dionysius von Bremen (Hackworthy), beheaded, innocent
Revas Godot (Xrayman), dragged off to a horrible fate, innocent
Cardinal Samael, beheaded, innocent
Ta'kir, mauled, Angel
Soren Isenkov, Wolf, beheaded
Walter deGrey, innocent, drowned in own blood
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