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- Aug 21, 2020
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- 11
- Reaction score
- 25
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- Location
- Funny Accent Land
- Faction
- Novorra
- Kingdom
- Novorran Empire
- Roleplay Guilds
- Alms Ministry, Black Scale Society
Reilan, circa 308 AC
Basics
- Full Name: Reilan Vann-Eskondr
- Age: 29
- Birthdate: 17th December 280 AC
- Gender: Male
- Race: Ailor
- Lineage: Bolven
- Culture: New Regalian
- Sexuality: Heterosexual
- Preferred Weapon: The Bident, although weapons similar to it such as the spear (discluding trident) are also preferrable as well.
Proficiency
- Total Points: 57 = 10 Hobby + 10 Talent + 5 Birth + 29 Age + 5 Racial Boost
- Melee Combat Points:
- Spear Combat: 8 (Core)
- Fist Combat: 5 (Core)
- Glaive Combat: 5 (Birth)
- Ranged Combat Points:
- Heavy Bow Combat: 5 (C0re)
- Science Skill Points:
- Linguistic Science 3 (Core)
- Command Skill Points:
- Statecraft Command: 3 (Core)
- Frontline Command: 3 (Core)
- Perception Training: 5 (Talent)
- Strength Training: 10 (5 Talent + 5 Racial)
- Cooking Art: 2 (Hobby)
- Dancing Art: 2 (Hobby)
- Circus Art: 3 (Hobby)
- Pathfinding Art: 3 (Hobby)
Body Shape
Total Physical Stat Calculations:
(Melee x 1) + (Range x 1) + (Special x 1)
= PhysicStat
((8 + 5 + 5 + 10) x 1) + (5 x 1) + ((10 x 1)
= 43
PhysicStat + (Sciences x 0.5) + (Hobby/Talent x 0.5)
= Total
43 + ((2 + 2 + 3) x 0.5)
= 46.5
PhysicStat + (Hardy Constitution)
= Total
46.5 + 10
= 56.5
PhysicStat - Excess
=Total
56.5 - 21.5
= 35
Body Shape: Athletic Body Shape
Body Fat: Average Body Fat
Languages
- Common (Childhood)
- Faraddi (Regional)
- Alt-Regalian (Parental)
- Sofaal (Adolescence, Investment)
Special Traits/Spells/Mutations
Racial Abilities:
- Hardy Constitution: Racial Passive
- Versatile Instinct: Racial Spell
- Hidden Stature: Racial Spell
- Ritualist Implementation: Ritualist Power (Ability)
- Ritualist Rustward: Ritualist Power (Ability)
- Ritualist Trance Fire: Ritualist Power (Aesthetic)
- Ritualist Lightpaint: Ritualist Passive (Aesthetic)
Visuals
- Eye Color: Hazel, that changes to turquoise randomly
- Hair Color: Tan-blonde, with streaks of sun-bleached blonde in the roots
- Hair Style: Tousled, slightly shaved towards the bottom.
- Skin Color: Caucasian, with a minorly freckled complexion. Seemingly tan as well.
- Clothing: He always wears a grey fur stol around his right shoulder, along with ragged long-sleeved wear. This clothing is usually a sandy/tan colour mixed with maroon, to show his allegiance to Songaski culture. He also wears fur-covered leather shin pads and boots, to make walking or running long distances a little more comfortable and easy. It is also a cheap form of protection against blunt weaponry. Behind the padding is a thin layer of light alloy. Not exactly built for war, but it'll do the job. On the other side of his stol, he wears a light, but well made pauldron, that is a dark stone grey in colour and rustic in texture, made of the same alloy.
- Height: 6'6"
Reilan is a sort of lean man. Despite looking tall and broad while wearing his attire, without his stol and boots he's pretty much, well, not quite average. His body fat is a little low, so when you look at him with just a shirt and pants, you could mistake him for a hat post. His facial features however, are strikingly handsome. His cheeks and jawline stick out a little bit, a chiseled face one might say, with broad eyebrows and an average nose. His eyes are a bit sunken, but you'd really have to look to notice. Overall, Reilan is a tall, skinny-ish handsome man.
Personality
- How would your character express Happiness and Contentedness?
- Reilan would express this usually through emotive and physical ways, but in some cases it can all be mental, and not express a thing. This is due to a long exposure to high-stress situations, where he was always in tears, and nowadays he believes that to be a vulnerability. Thus, he keeps emotions such as excitement and contedness within him, and uses gestures instead.
- How would your character respond to experiencing Fear?
- He would become slightly more paranoid, but he would never show any sign of weakness, based on the idea that it would make him more vulnerable. You could also tell through one physical motion that he was in fear, and that is clenching his jaw with immense force, which after the fear has dissipated he will be trying to soothe his jaw or stretch it out.
- How would your character respond to experiencing Stress?
- He would begin to slowly break down after a few days, becoming more and more paranoid, observant, and ultimately not himself. It'll begin to show, emotions such as anger or annoyance lashes out in violent mood swings.
- How does your character view Law and Authorities?
- He respects them, but isn't necessarily inclined to follow them. This basically means that, if they work in his favour, he'll abide. If they don't, GET EM OUTTA HERE.
- How does your character feel about Races other than their own?
- He has a completely open mind towards them, and would never think any less of them. Maybe besides the Khaneh Qadir. This is because of the exposure of Songaskian culture, that all races should be treated equally and slaves freed, in order to be a prime race to protect the land.
- How does your character feel about Religion for themselves, and other faiths?
- In his childhood, his parents were heavily religious and unionistic, so he does indeed pray sometimes or ask for any God for help in times of strife. Although, he may change between his Ailor culture and Songaskian culture, in order to make himself feel equal between the two races he grew up with.
- How does your character feel about the Arcane and Magical in the world?
- He isn't exactly knowledgeable on the subject, but understands its importance in society. Sometimes, he even avoids it, and sees it in combat as cheating, or even a jump in combat training.
- How does your character feel towards their family?
- He has no blood family left that he knows of, but rather his family of Songaskians in Farah'deen. He is certainly kind to those who are close to him, but it all depends on what kind of family.
- What is your character the most proud of about themselves?
- Being able to survive being kidnapped by Khaneh Qadir radicals, training with a Songaskian tribe, and how he made it halfway across the world to Regalia from Hadrivia.
- What motivates your character to move forward and better their life?
- He is determined to find a place to settle down, so he can finally live simply, and regain the childhood he lost along with the hole in his heart. He also wants to be able to live free of paranoia and the constant readiness to fight.
- What is your character's biggest insecurity?
- Family and social-interaction. Despite his kindness, he's pretty much clueless about love or intimacy. Expressing the need to create a meaningful conversation with someone at a party or in a tavern is quite easy for him, although it's the subject and how he approaches it and debates or even talks about it is pretty off. Not in an ignorant way, just downright strange.
- What is your character's biggest fear?
- Being alone forever, in the deserts of Farah'deen, while being hunted by Khaneh Qadir. Can't get any worse than that, or if he was banished to a realm where there was no end.
- Alignment
- Chaotic Neutral
- Personality Type
- ISFJ-T The Defender
- Religion
- 8/10 (3 Unionism, 5 Shambala)
Life Story
Born in 280 AC, Reilan was a city boy. His mother gave birth to him in a small apartment in Regalia, Regalian Empire, a few weeks before their departure. His father, who was a bartender, ran a rapidly decaying tavern in Oldtown, which was not generating enough income for the family. So, he and his mother decided to join a group of Ailor, who were assisting folk in need and sending them to their "Great City". What his family didn't know was that it was the City of Mooriye, one of the most discriminative cities of non Qadir. The trip by sea was long and hard, stopping three times in the Southern belt of Corontium, the easterly island of Hadaria, and the Oldt Era. This trip amounted to two months of sickness, hunger, thirst, and prayer. At last, the dreaded family had landed, with a deprived child, a weeping mother and doubt-ridden father. The small family were met with immense challenges when they entered Mooriye, namely the racism in the immigration system. Having been through hell on the sail there, this was nothing; and it did not phase them. After a few days of lining up, waiting, and receiving passports out of spite, the family were finally in the promised City of Mooriye. The father, whose name is Arlain Eskondr, of Carnvaal lineage, set up a small bar in the slums of the city, living in its basement. He made an alright living, doing Ailorian children's birthdays, and hosting lads and ladies nights with little to no customers. His mother, whose name was Odeia Vann Eskondr, of Bolven lineage, embroidered scarves, stols and headgear for the commoners and travellers in the slums, and surprisingly succeeded financially. The family were doing OK in this awfully strange city, for now at least.
288 AC:
Becoming poorer by the day, the Eskondr family was falling into disparity. Hs father was drinking, his mother was brawling, and Reilan was left to fend for himself. Until one fateful evening, when he and his father were working together at the bar (he'd hired his son due to inability to pay waiters/waitresses, or any staff really), five odd men walked in. The head of the group took off his hat, sat down, and made his father an offer. A local mafia boss wanted to rent his bar for his son's birthday, for 200 regals. Without thinking, his father reluctantly made the deal, a hand shake that would ruin their lives forever. Out of pure joy, the next evening Arlain went out to drink his drinking buddies. Drink they did, and drunk they became, and the beans would spill. He jibber-jabber'd all the details to randoms, mercenaries, and the bartender of course. Soon, basically the whole slums would know that a certain high class mafia boss would setting up a party for his son! Wonderful information, and militias and rival mafias soon calculated a perfect plan, in order to take this son of his ransom.
Come the day of reckoning, the son of the great syndicate enters with his friends. After two hours of celebration, strange men and women enter the bar unexpectedly, and begin cutting down all of the residents. The massacre continued until only the son, and his high class friend remain, along with Arlain and Reilan, who had snuck out the backdoor amidst the chaos into a hidden alley behind the tavern. They ran a few streets away, into another dark alley where they took refuge for a day.
The next day arrived, and the father and son scouted the tavern. They looked out at it from the other side of the narrow street, looking around it quite suspiciously. Then, in an instant, Arlain was dragged into an alley they stood right behind, Reilan spun, staring at his father was being reeled in like a moth to a candle. His father shot him an expression of warning, not to follow, as it had seemed that they only knew he was there, not the child. This gave Reilan a chance to sink into the small crowd, walking away looking tough, but destroyed on the inside. All the while he walked down the street aimlessly, he thought he need to go back, to fight off the kidnappers, to avenge his father and mostly likely dead mother, but it was no use. He was a weak boy, too malnourished to gain weight, to earn muscle. He wandered to the only place he knew he could go, to the local shelter for the sick and homeless.
He arrived, and was greeted by kind volunteer staff, who showed him to the cafeteria where stew that had looked like it was cooked years ago waited. They gave him a small bowl and spoon, and he ate up. His young mind, wrought by carnage and depression, only made him weaker. 14 days passed, until he was given to the
orphanage to be cared for. The humble volunteer who cared for him for a while, walked him there, and signed him in. That very same night, a group of oddly dressed Songaski entered. Reilan, who sleeping on the bottom of a bunk that was eerily nailed to the rafters, looked down at the arrival, watching as the receptionist showed them up to the bunks. Reilan, who had stayed up from lack of will to sleep, observed the group as they inspected each child. As they approached, he sat up. Reilan was poor, but manners were everything to his parents, so he greeted them with a nod as they stopped to look at the boy. The three strangers looked at one another, and with an instant bought the boy. Reilan complied, knowing that whomever they were, at least he would have something better than the slab of a bunk he was sitting on. He could tell this by the female stranger's long earrings, shaped in golden hoops. They walked out of the slums, towards the edge of the city, which by then morning had struck. They dug up the ground near the border of the city, taking out their belongings wrapped in a strange leather. This would be filled with food and water, for a few days trip at least. They planned their heading with old maps and scriptures, and set off into the desert ahead.
Within a week of walking, they made it to a certain cliff. This cliff was inhabited by the Songaski tribesmen and women, defined by the great town that was built within this cliff. Designed by sandstone and coarse rags, and held together by makeshift rope and clay found within the cliff itself, it held it's beauty within the hearts of the inhabitants. They gave him a simple crevice in the cliff, general regional and seasonal fruits with small portions of water. The female stranger removed her hood, showing the beautiful markings of gold facepaint and red ornaments, signifying the sun and it's glory. She began to speak in horrible common, explaining to him their purpose for bringing him here. She told him that he would be something bigger than what anyone would imagine. He'd help bring peace between Songaski and Ailor. With that, she grabbed the boy by the scruff, and dragged him to the other side of the cliff's wall. Sat there, on the very edge, was a small school. Not a school for any sophisticated education, but military. She explained to him the training he would go through, to become the centrepoint of peace. But, being only 8, he did not understand, He never would for years to come. There he was placed under care of the 'teachers', who fitted him casual tribal wear, which didn't look quite right on the young white Ailor.
298-303 AC:
Considered by Reilan as "The Blood Years".
It would require a 13 day's walk to the port of Hadravia, in order to board a ship to Regalia. Dehydrated, tired with sores and spasms in his legs and feet, he finally arrived, without stopping anywhere on his journey. Some may hear this and think it impossible, but with enough determination, I'd assume anything can be possible. On the way there, he met a lonesome old woman, whom he spoke with on his journey, sharing wisdoms and abstract ideas normal commoners wouldn't converse. When the boat had arrived, out of gratitude this woman handed him a thick, old, dust-covered book. He wiped the sediment off the cover, to see the words "Natkia's Recipes for the Beginning Chef, and Beyond". He thanked her for this token, and studied it for the rest of the time he'd owned it.
That brings us to the present.
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