Basic Information Full Name: Marcus Alfr Thibault (The Frozen Oak) Age: 47 Gender: Male Race: Velheim Ailor Basic Information (Expansion) Spoiler Currently Marcus is a humble citizen in Regalia. He just recently returned from a trip to Ithania to visit his family on an urgent matter. It was there that he learned of the death of the family’s current patriarch and due to his achievements, was asked to take over the family. Something he was reluctant to do, believing that it should be somebody else who was actually part of the family directly to take over. However after some convincing from his step-mother, he accepted. Marcus was originally brought up in the presence of the a band of raiders in the north, however after an incident that left both him and his father lost, he was turned to Ithania. It was there where Marcus learned the most on how to be who he is today, and is often seen as a bit of an oddity to most since he still has very clear Velheim traits but is much more dignified than his siblings. His siblings are small, he being an only child. Although, he considers every member of the Thibault family a close friend and relative and they number in the thirties to forties. There are several things that Marcus wants to accomplish, bring back honor to the Viridian name, introduce his family’s presence to Regalia. The list goes on, however these two are his biggest. After sitting firmly in the Viridian Order and working to be a model view of what it meant to be a Knight, Marcus was deeply upset when he returned to find that the Order had been disbanded. He has now chosen to try and bring back the honor, believing strongly that it only takes a small spark to set a wildfire. Also, with his recent advancement to Patriarch of his family, Marcus plans to bring his family’s presence to Regalia. Skill Information Proficiency points Total Points: 37 (-10 School of Knights (Viridian Order), +30 School of Knights (Viridian Order), +5 Racial Boost) Large Shield: +30 (+10 School of Knights (Viridian Order), +20 Prof Points) Longsword: +17 (+10 School of Knights (Viridian Order), +7 Prof Points) Battle Command: +10 (+10 Prof Points) Horseback Ridding: +10 (+10 School of Knights (Viridian Order)) Cultural Points: Total Points: 47 (+47 Culture Points, +10 School of Knights (Viridian Order), +5 Racial Boost) Carving: +15 (+5 Racial Boost, +10 Culture Points) Pastry Cooking: +10 (+10 Culture Points) Tailoring: +7 (+7 Culture Points) Smiting: +10 (+10 Culture points) Vocal Music: +10 (+10 Culture Points)Languages: Common (Fluent) Skod (Fluent) Ithanian (Fluent) Modern Elvish (Fluent) Alt-Regalian (Fluent) Visual Information Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blonde Hair Style: Swept back Skin Color: Tanned/White Clothing: Warm yet comfortable clothes. Height: 6’4” Body Build: Strongman Visual Information (Expansion) Spoiler Marcus' head is strong, shows good will and sternness when demanded. His blue eyes reflecting a bright yet cautious nature, always on the lookout for those in need. Normally his expression is very bubbly and joyous, however it is clear from the lines and weathering that he is able to call upon a commanding look at will. He takes good care of his hair, keeping it clean and groomed. Two small braids rest on each side of his head, a subtle hint of his Northern heritage through his otherwise gentle appearance. The man stands at well over six feet tall, his behemoth frame only more exaggerated by his musclebound limbs. His skin is a fair complexion, the reward for good care, but also is often either splashed with mud or dirt, from a day's labor. Despite his care his face seems to be weathered and weighted, small nicks and scars littering it, a war that he took part in having left a permanent reminder of his beginner's error. However despite this he is still seen walking straight and regal in posture. Not as an act of vanity, but hope. Marcus tends to cover his heavily scarred body with practical clothing, with little concern or care for expense. The most notable thing that can always be found on his person is a locket that he wear around his neck, the outside bearing the unionist crest while inside holds the sketch of a Nelfin holding a small halfling child. The simplest way to describe Marcus' voice is prominent but gentle. Despite his clear Northern appearence he speaks with a sense of grace. His accent leans more towards an Ithanian accent, however there is still the faintest hint of his Velheim blood there. It also has the ability to quickly shift from his normal tone to one more booming and suited to a commander. There are also three languages he can speak, Tunge and Common he speaks fluently while D'Ithanian he tends to struggle with but is able to speak enough of it to get by. Personality and Abilities First Paragraph: Marcus comes off as what one would call a Gentle Giant, his relaxed personality is polite and respective, nothing like his Northern kin. However anybody that has bared witness to his anger knows full well that Marcus can be a cold and cruel person, showing mercy when asked but forcing that mercy should it be required. Although this is nothing spontaneous there are plenty of warning sign that normally include low groans, deep grunts or the more notable being the narrowing of his brows. While these may sound simple in nature it is uncommon for Marcus to even break from a smile or chipper tone. He is not one to be pushed around easy, and holds true to his ideals. Second Paragraph: Marcus is confident in who he is, but afraid of where he will go. He wants to advance further and gain the strength to defend those who need it most. However, after the death of his late wife he has began to grow concerned that no matter how strong he gets he will always be too weak to protect them when it matters most. He also struggles with his own age, as time goes on and he sees those he fought beside or even led in battle only grow stronger he fears that he is falling behind because of his own age. Despite all of this however, Marcus will always hold a positive and determined outlook, believing that it takes one troop to raise the moral of an army. Third Paragraph: As opposed to strangers Marcus is much softer around friends and family, often times caving when asked for something by a younger sibling or a really close friend. Hardly ever would he show his harsher side towards them, only on rare occasions does it ever come out and that often requires a great amount of pushing to happen. The only notable account of this ever happening was during a heated debate between his late wife and an old friend of the two. While he never resorted to violence the actions that he took towards their friend were what one could call extreme and almost out of nature if you did not know him well enough. Fourth Paragraph: Marcus lives and breaths his Knight’s Code, he sticks to it regardless of time or place. However there are times when he bends or twists the code to better fit his own moral grounds. He does not approve of a senseless war or a unprovoked conflict but will still resort to such should be have no other choice. Another part of this that ends up being a big downfall of his is that despite his own moral standing and the code he will always side with the law, as he knows well that he cannot fight it and that more often than not the law has a just means. Fifth Paragraph: Spoiler Marcus has an interesting outlook on the world. He believes that while there is hierarchy and that not everybody is an equal, this doesn’t mean that there are people that are unimportant. To him everybody has a purpose in the world and that purpose should be pursued. Weaknesses Spoiler One of Marcus’ biggest weaknesses is his strict adherence to his code of conduct. While he still has his own morals and ethics he will often times side with the code before his better judgment. This normally leading to a strong conflict in what he believes is right and what he is told is right. Personality and Abilities (Expansion) Spoiler Marcus has a horrible tendency to twiddle the braid in his hair when he is either lost in thought or just deeply enthralled by something he is either reading or studying. He also tends to tap his foot when he begins to grow impatient. A skill that Marcus prides himself on but doesn’t often show to many is his ability to cook. With the Corios being a family of chefs and cooks he had spent an early portion of his life learning alongside the other younger members, and finds it to be an interesting hobby when he isn’t busy with anything else. He is also a decent gardener, not the best the world has ever seen but it is something he tries to do from time to time. However since his skills are very lackluster he fails to do much more than keep them from wilting. Likes One activity that Marcus enjoys doing is to just continue practicing his skills as a Viridian Paladin. For him this fighting style that he has trained for so many years has turned into one of his biggest joys. When ones watches Marcus train it’s clear that he is not just learning, he’s having fun. Another thing that Marcus really enjoys is the smell of lavender, it tends to remind him of his late wife and all the pleasant memories he had with her. This was mainly because she would always keep lavender plants around their house. While his feelings can be bittersweet when he smells them more often than not it brings a gentle smile to the large man. Marcus loves a dish known as Lamb Navarin, when given the chance to eat it or the ability to make it he will always jump at it. This was a dish he was introduced to when his father married his stepmother and it was the first thing he ate with them. At first he found it disgusting but after his stepmother’s persistence to try and make him eat his vegetables he began to grow an odd liking to it. He now considers it his favorite dish and is often reminded of home when eating it. Dislikes The number one thing that Marcus hates most of all just staying idle, he can quickly grow bored and tries to find things to better his time with. He does this mainly because he firmly believes that if you aren’t doing something or sleeping then you are just wasting time. Because of this though he tends to bite off more than he can chew quite often. Something else to note is that Marcus hates the smell of decay, rot, just things that have began to fester. This is mainly because it tends to bring back foul memories that he has spent a long time keeping behind closed doors. The smells often make him either sad or in some rare cases very angry or upset, it tends to be what the cause of the smell is that triggers his reaction. Marcus also hates seeing dead flowers, similar to his above mentioned hate for the smell of decay it brings back bad memories. His late wife was a person who loved to garden and often kept flowers around the house and spent a good amount of time caring for them when she could. Relationships Spoiler Toril Rayner (Deceased): Toril was Marcus’ birth mother who died when he was only a young boy. Leaving him with his father and a deep want to find her killer. Daria Thibault (Unplayed): Daria is a Ithanian woman who comes from a rather wealthy family. It was due to her recommendation that Marcus was even able to attend the School of Viridian. She is also Marcus’ step-mother but looks to him as one of her own children. Rodrik Eilert (Unplayed): Rodrik was once Marcus’ closest friends during school. But that quickly changed when Rodrik demanded that Marcus throw the tournament so that he could achieve the title of Paladin. Which of course Marcus denied, telling him that a true Paladin should be somebody who has trained their body and soul and were immune to such things as bribes or other corruptions as such. Annelie Corio (Unplayed): Annelie is Marcus’ daughter, she was kidnapped as a young child before Marcus was able to protect her. He is still searching to this day to find her. Aila Sarthyra (Deceased): Aila was Marcus’ secret lover, a Shendar who had fled from the Shadow Isles to live life as a nomad. She is the biggest reason that Marcus views the world the way he does, and why he is not quick to judge a person based on their looks. Estalas Genician (@Emperor_E ): Estalas is a close friend to Marcus, having met the man when he was down on his luck and grief stricken Marcus gave his all to try and put him on a path to better himself. And has happily seen change happen in the Shendar's life since. Seraphina Eroth (@WalnutNinja ): Seraphina was one of the handful of people that Marcus recruited to join the Wodenstaff house guard when he sat at the top of their guard staff. He saw her as not only an exceptional person but also a strong guardsmen. Avilda Ignaard (@CRASHIR ): The relationship between Avilda and Marcus is a special one, having been another one of the guardsmen that Marcus had recruited she was one that he couldn't help but see more as his own child rather than a subordinate. Life Story Since birth Marcus has been subject to a life of unexpected twists and turns, from the loss of his mother to his first meeting with the Thibault's. But let us stop spoiling the story and get into it shall we? It all started on a cold winter night, snow covered the ground and the soft crunch of snow under the feet of a camp of Velheim raiders was broken by the crying of a newborn baby boy. As the child’s mother, Toril Rayner, held her new son in her arms she instantly knew what to call him, Marcus, a strong and sturdy name. Nine years later, Marcus watched from a shop that was not far off as his mother was brutally stabbed to death by a cloaked figure with a strange set of intricate, almost tribal like, tattoos running down their arm. A symbol he would not learn until much later in his life, the tattoos of an expert fighter of the Skagger fighting school. When he saw his mother drop to the ground he would not fully understand it, not until he was at her side, her blood covering his own hands. In desperation he looked about, squinting his eyes in an attempt to look through his unshed tears, looking for any sign of the attacker, but alas, there was none. On that day Marcus made a vow to bring the one that killed his mother to justice, even if it meant losing his own life down the line. After the death of his mother his father took to being a sell sword, believing that the death of his mother was due to his own actions as a raider despite the identity of the killer being unknown, and only the small clues of a child to go by. Marcus on the other hand, had taken to training himself in both mind and body, sparing everyday with former members of the raider group that his father was a part of. However all this would have been changed when his father met Daria Thibault, the woman that would pull his father out of his self blame, and the woman that Marcus would learn to love not as mother but as a person who would change the small family that he had. After adopting the Thibault name Marcus quickly learned of the more militaristic males in the family, taking to them fondly for things such as sparing. It was through these encounters that Marcus would later be encouraged to join a military school. While the Thibault’s pressed Marcus to go to a school that they knew well of, he had his sight set on the School of Viridian. This love being set the day he had observed a School of Viridian tournament. Having seen one particular man triumph over the rest undefeated sparked wonder in the young Northerner’s eyes. Everything about the man radiated what he dreamed of being. The way he spoke, walked and carried himself radiated somebody to be respected. Three years after all of this Marcus had finally done it, he had managed to convince his step mother to let him enter the School of Viridian at the age of fourteen. Upon entering the school he knew in an instant that it was going to be different than any other training he had done before. Constantly he was forced to grow accustomed to the weight of his armor and how to comfortably move in it without toppling or letting himself become encumbered by it. The thought that this was not just armor, but a part of himself was an ideal that was drilled into his head. Marcus grasped this concept much faster than the other members of his class, quickly adopting the armour as a part of his body and nothing less. It was around this point that he met a friend, Rodrik Eilert, that would help him progress through the training and inspire him to grow to new heights. With the moral support of Rodrik, the remaining training grew easy for Marcus. His sword and shield training became so essential to him that he refused to ever let them leave his side, else he felt naked and exposed. But by far Marcus’ favorite part of his schooling was the code of conduct, their rules falling right into the views of his own and a new strength in the belief of Unionism was born with it. As Marcus continued on through the years he progressed quicker and further, with his friend Rodrik close at his side. However their friendship would be quick to come to an end as they both knew that it would come down to the two of them at the end of the tournament. Rodrik wanted Marcus to through the fight should the situation arise so that he could claim the title of Paladin, but Marcus knew that this violated the very code that he swore to uphold and adhere to. Because of this Rodrik became resentful, and chose to see Marcus as a friend no longer, believing that a true friend would sacrifice something like a title for them. But to Marcus it was so much more than that, there was nothing at this point that he wanted more than to become a Paladin, to become that shining beacon of hope that people look up to. When he entered that arena and prepared to fight against the man he once called friend, he was going to have to call upon every bit of training he learned. He knew that it would take his all to win, after all neither of them had ever beaten one another in a fight. Greeting each other in the traditional manner the two readied themselves and like thunder the two bashed into each other, swords rang against each other, the sounds of shields striking plate and wood echoed through the cheering crowd. Marcus did not back down for even a moment, his advance continued and pressed on. It wasn’t until hours later that the two of them stood across from one another, breathing heavy and ragged, sweat dripping from under their helmets like a waterfall that finally, Rodrik dropped to his knees and submitted, no longer having the strength to continue. At that moment, Marcus was noted a member of the Paladins and had exceeded the last person in his class that he could. After which he promptly went to his bunk to collapse in bed and sleep for a well deserved amount of time. So that is the story of Marcus Thibault up to this point. Where will he go? What will he do? Who shall he become? Only time can tell us. Lore Stories Spoiler: The Paladin and the Heretic Our story starts on a warm spring day, not a harsh burning hot no, more like a gentle warm. The kind of warm that makes you happy to be outside, a soft breeze blowing through to cool you down just enough but not give you chills. As the night grew close the children began heading home, all that is, except for one. Little Annelie Thibault, daughter to the Paladin Marcus Thibault, a gorgeous young half Shendar child sprinting through the streets of Regalia, chasing after lost kitten they had found. In the distance one could hear a gruff voice bellowing out not far behind the child, their tone was distraught and panicked. At first, it was too quiet to hear, but as it neared closer the words were clear, and it was obvious who it was. “Annelie! Annelie come back!” Down the alley way a large Northern built man, clad in green and white gambesons came thundering in the direction the little girl had ran. But then disaster struck… ************** Let us rewind a bit shall we? To many years prior, and explain who our friends in this story are. Marcus Thibault is a brave Paladin of the Viridian Order, has fought in the great war and lived to tell the tale. A story we know already, but what of little Annelie? I will tell you. The night was much colder, but that is to be expected the farther north you go. A somewhat silent night, so much so that one could almost make out the sound of snow landing on the ground and rooftops. Here, our tall Northern friend Marcus is enjoying a calm drink at the tavern before he heads in for the night. But unbeknownst to him, he was being watched, not by eyes of evil or dangerous intent but rather...of interest. They were the sort of eyes that wanted to know more, to dig deeper and learn what made the thing they were watching tick. As Marcus left he began to feel the eyes on his back, but he didn’t let them know, he kept walking. A matter of coincidence he thought, surely they will leave he told himself. But he was wrong, they continued to follow him all the way to his inn and finally it was there that he confronted the eyes. Oh...and what a mistake that was. The moment he yanked them to the side and pinned them to the wall at knife point, his heart stopped. Staring up into his own, were a pair of captivating jade green eyes, their gaze alluring, so powerful that Marcus just...let go. As if on que, with the flow of their body, a set of long flowing white hair sailed down their back. It was whiter than the snow outside, and their skin was a deep ash gray. Then and there Marcus knew what had been watching him, staring at him and following him so intently was...a beautiful Shendar woman. She wasn’t much shorter than himself, just about to his chin height, but she was far thinner, tall and lanky. However when she looked up at him with a cold glare the large Northern man, who had long since grown accustomed to the climate of the north, felt a sharp chill run down his spin. The woman said but one thing, in some very broken common at that. “Aila, return this. You leave at Tavern.” As it turned out, the woman just wanted to help him, to return the coin purse he had left at the Tavern. With a quick scan Marcus checked the pouch and to his surprise...everything was there. After this, it wasn’t long before the two started to bump into each other more and more. Marcus had chosen to stay in the Northern region for a few months, just to get re-attached with his roots, and not stray to far from where he came from. But the whole time he was there, he spent time with this Shendar in the Morning, Noon and even...the Night. As the end of the winter season grew close Marcus prepared to head back to Regalia, however he...did not want to leave his new love Aila behind. So, he returned to Regalia with the Aila acting as a converted Shendar to stay with Marcus. He chose to defend this woman, from the criticism, the foul looks from any and all who would try to say that his choice wasn’t a good one. Despite the fact that this woman was a heretic, despite her beliefs and practices he knew where his love stood. But still it took years for the two to finally find the ability to be wed, through difficult and troublesome times. However it was all worth it when they both found out that they were going to not only be newlyweds, but parents at that. Every night, Marcus and Aila would lay in bed just thinking, holding one another as they simply watched the Shendar’s belly, watched their soon to be child. For both of them it was a feeling of bliss, a overwhelming flow of joy that always brought a smile to their face and brightened their day. Aila, was surely a woman to put even the strongest and most steel hearted men back on their heels. With the attitude of a Jungle Cat at home, but the grace and elegance of a noble woman in public, she was truly a handful at times. Although when she wanted to show her love, she was nothing but kind, gentle and the most affectionate person one could find. Vastly betraying the heritage that her features showed. This affection was shown strongest when she looked to Marcus, but just as strongly and possibly even stronger when she looked to their daughter, Annelie. *************** Suddenly, a cloaked figure was grabbing at the wrist of Annelie, and like a beast released from its cage Marcus pulled his knife and began to charge the man with a cry that could have shattered skies. But it was all for naught, for suddenly there was a bright flash of light and Marcus felt every muscle in his body stop listening to him, simply twitching and convulsing on their own. The large man buckled, and then fell to his stomach. As he lay on the ground, the night began to close in around him, he watched as the cloaked figure raised up an ornate dagger and brought it straight down towards the child, then Marcus could see nothing but darkness. When he woke up again he was home, a sobbing wife and a missing child. Outside the night was over, and the day was calm, it was surreal if not for his wife Marcus would have had a hard time telling if there was anything different. But as he looked around it stood out, the missing sound of a child pitter pattering through the halls, the disturbing and almost haunting sound of his grief stricken wife all seemed to just...seem like a dark dream. However Marcus was quick to pull back together, or at least enough to show others around him nothing was wrong, but they all knew. As Marcus struggled to keep a facade together his wife began to grow more and more distant, soon she began clinging to a doll that their daughter would always play with, and she never left the window side. She hardly ate a meal and when night started to roll around she would always say the same thing, and Marcus will never forget, it was what she told him the day their daughter was attacked “Make sure you get little Anne, it’s getting dark.” Every time, it broke Marcus’ heart. He couldn’t confront her about it because she just wouldn’t accept it. There is a certain kind of emptiness you feel, when you watch the one you love and cherish more than anything else, slowly lose the light in their eyes, slowly forget who you are. This was a feeling Marcus had never felt before, nor did it fully hit him, until one day when he came home from the market only to be greeted by those empty Jade eyes, that soft ash gray skin and snow white hair, hanging in the air. It was on that night, as the bonfire burned bright, that Marcus learned this whole new form of emptiness. Spoiler: The Test of Time (This is a place holder for once he becomes a more known character) Spoiler: The Monster in The Man Gather around boys, let me tell you a story. A story of a man, who kept a monster hidden deep within. It happened roughly ten years ago, when our young Viridian known as Marcus was nearly forty years of age. He had been spending a long night mulling over some paperwork in the tavern that he had for the Wodenstaff’s as their guard captain at the time. It was there that he found the most peace when working, the hustle and bustle of the tavern helped him stay calm. For when he was along that is when he heard it, the monster in him, scratching and banging, clawing for a way out. But Marcus was a strong man, and he was trained to hold back such monsters, it was a part of him to fight, to fight it. That night as he was heading home he head a skitter from an alleyway, and suddenly a young Shendar be dragged into it. At that moment Marcus wasn’t quite sure what to make of what he had just seen, but once he went to investigate and could hear the muffled struggling he reacted quickly. The mammoth of a man came barrelling into the alley only to see a masked figure violently assaulting the Shendar. When he looked to the masked one he saw only a trouble maker, but when he saw the Shendar he saw a facade. For what he saw was not the truth, he saw the face of a once long lost love, and it was then that the monster inside him began to turn. It billowed smoke and fire into his veins, causing his blood to bubble and boil until it finally escaped out of his mouth as a barbaric below. With feet of thunder and the speed of lightning he charged the figure and with a loud crack he would connect his hammer like fists with the figure’s jaw. It was in that one blow that the figure lifted off the ground for a split moment and then reconnected, flat on his back. The battle was done, the fight had been won. But the monster wasn’t finished, it still craved for more, it hungered for the rush. It was at this point that our Viridian became the one trapped inside and the monster took control. Smashing and crashing, ripping and tearing, snapping and cracking the monster ate its fill. Brutally beating the figure until it was no more than a bloody heap of dead meat. If at one point it had a name, it did not matter, if at one point it had a family, it did not matter, if at one point it was alive...it was no more. The monster had its fill, and in its moment of ecstasy the Viridian was able to re emerge only to look upon the results of the horrid deed he had done. He looked about for the Shendar but she was gone, possibly fled during the beast’s feasting. Shakely standing he looked to his blood soaked hands and then to the mess, for once in many years the Viridian felt fear through to his very soul and rather than confessing to his crime, he fled. They say that to this day he still hides this dark deed deep within, fighting the monster with all his might. But who knows when the beast will rear its ugly head once more, bursting from its cage to claim another victim.
Lol, this is actually me having to hold back. I got really carried away on this because I was having fun.
Haha, I can relate! I fell into the same trap when making my character's backstory, and even though I made everything brief, I still ended up with 11 chapters of character development.
Review I'm going to ask you to drop the Strongman build to either Muscular or Ripped. Strongman just would make the training in Viridian near impossible due to having to switch from offense to defense relatively quick during a fight. Personality and Abilities In your first paragraph, what would cause this anger to become present? The cold and cruel nature is a stark contrast to the polite and respective beginning point. Is there a medium between the two? Just some clarification to have these two traits flow with each other instead of having positive generally and negative when provoked. For the third paragraph, again, just a bit of clarification. What is this rare occasion he would show his harsher side. Just a specific example will do. You don't need to include all instances, but just one so that it flows from one personality to another. For the fourth paragraph I am going to challenge the Code as it is not realistic for someone to adhere to it fully. Are there any parts of it that Marcus questions? How does he feel about the present sentiments against the Elves and the call for their irradiation. Likewise the Songaskians in the previous war and how they were hated by the majority. No one is a pure white knight, try and find some sort of balance between honor and conflict. Talents Remove the tactics portion of the Viridian Training as the School of Bannership exists to fulfill this role for a Viridian which Marcus was not enrolled in. Marcus is old enough to have the Bannership training but with a decrease in combat skill. https://wiki.massivecraft.com/School_of_Bannership If you choose to use Bannership, make sure that it all functions together. The combat skill will suffer, but with the benefit of tactical knowledge. Life Story The Life Story is fine, a nice narrative quality to it. I just want to note the heavy emphasis on combat throughout and little to no points on intellect skills. Just a reference if you do choose to focus on Bannership for the tactical knowledge all of these combat skills will decline. Make the above changes and tag myself once completed @Ynzy
Hey Wump, first off thank you for picking this up. Second I wanted to ask a bit more about picking up that intellect school. I originally made this application when there was only a couple of the combat schools and pretty much nothing in the way of other schools so that's why there isn't much there in the way of intellect training since at the time I just assumed it came with the Viridian training. But I was wondering if instead of the School of Bannership, would I be able to pick up the School of Leadership instead? I just wanted to know before I started making the life story edits so I knew what additions I should add. @Wumpatron
Leadership would require a full rewrite of the life story as Leadership is primarily intellect based with Siegwald being the only combat school if you choose Battle Command. If you want to do that the Viridian mentions would all go away, but I won't deny the change if you want that direction.
@Wumpatron I made all the needed changes in blue and decided to not go with any tactics schools for now. I may try again in the future but as for now I just can't think of a good way to add in additions to the life story for it.
Initially I asked for you to change the Strongman build, but now in hindsight I feel that a Viridian that is more of a tank build may be something interesting for the Order. Just know that in combat your attacks will be slower with the trade off being more power. If you are fine with the trade off so am I. Approved Don't forget to register your perm @FireFan96 considering you manage the Viridian chat.
@Wumpatron So I need to re register for the perm? Since I already had this character approved before. Also I actually forgot to change the strongman thing but if it's okay then I am more than happy to take that trade off. His original design was to be more of a tank role.
Yes, you will need to reregister, and yeah, the tank role is fine so long as you adhere to the limitations. Happy role playing.
Thank you! There might be some things messed up with the Prof Points since I am still trying to get a grasp of them.
Skill Information: When choosing a skill, you lose 10 proficiency points to distribute in turn for gaining 30 points given by the school. Currently you have 47 spent. Please adjust your freely distributed points to a maximum of 37. Visual Information: Please remove the weapon of choice. Personality: Add two or three more sentences to the second paragraph for it to reach the minimum requirement along with giving your character more depth. Make the edits above in a different colour and tag me once finished! @Ynzy
@Vegemiite Changes made in blue, really just removed some profs and then added those two extra sentences. Thanks for helping clear that up for me.
