- Joined
- Aug 21, 2020
- Messages
- 11
- Reaction score
- 25
- Points
- 0
- Location
- Funny Accent Land
- Faction
- Novorra
- Kingdom
- Novorran Empire
- Roleplay Guilds
- Alms Ministry, Black Scale Society
Basics
Total Physical Stat Calculations:
Meleex1+Strengthx1=Physical stat
(17x1)+(10x1)
=27
Physical stat+Sciencex0.5=Total
27+(6x0.5)
=30
Body Shape: Athletic Body Shape
Body Fat: Low Body Fat
Languages
Special Traits/Spells/Mutations
N/A
Visuals
Life Story
Born in 281 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 priest, ran a rapidly decaying church 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 unaccepting cities of priests of other faiths, as well as 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, set up a small church in the slums of the city, living in its basement. He made an alright living, christening Ailorian children, and listening to the confessions of grief-stricken men and women. His mother, whose name was Odeia Vann Eskondr, embroidered scarves, stols and headgear for the commoners and travellers in the slums, and surprisingly succeeded financially. The family were doing fine in this awfully strange city, for now at least.
287 AC, a small group of Khaneh Qadir extremists attacked the small Eskondr local church in the City of Mooriye's slums. 6 child slaves were stolen in this attack, including the 6 year old Reilan Eskondr. The boy was taken by these extremists to the very outskirts of the city, where they met a bribed carriage driver. They beat him and his fellow detainees in the cell on the back, chained so they wouldn't retaliate. If you meet Reilan today, you can ask him what he remembers. He'll only say "The chains…" and change the subject. That will give some perspective on what had happened that day and the next few on the trip to the border of Mooriye. Over the period of 1 week, 3 days and 20 hours, he was auctioned and sold to another cartel of Khaneh radicals, for a punching bag. They expected him tod die within the month. He did not. He prayed for liberation, which helped him hang on to his dear life. On the first day of the first month, the radicals didn't visit him to let it all out. In fact, others did. Bloodied and battle-scarred Songaskian tribesmen showed up, and busted the cell's door. "You are free. You may prosper." said the leader in not-so-educated common language, still holding his spear. The boy didn't reply. They figured he was incapable of escaping himself, so he was carried by these men, who were alien to the boy. How they saved him and survived is still sort of a plothole, for the Khaneh had incredible technology far superior than the tribespeople. Anyway, they carried him deep into the desert, a day's trip, to a barren and eroded cliff. This cliff was inhabited by the Songaskian 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. After a few days of crying himself to sleep, trying to push away the traumatic experience he had witnessed, this was a fork in the road of his life. Snap like a twig and go insane, or suck it up and fight another day. He chose the latter. He got up one fateful morning, and limped towards the central hub of rickety ladders and sandstone stairs. As he approached what he remembered was the leader, he fell on his knees, tired even from such a short trip. He bowed his head, a sign of both gratitude and promise, he needed a place here if he were to survive. The leader almost laughed, although stopped himself due to the sensitivity of the situation. He 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 a military one. 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.
After a few years of scrupulous strength, endurance and agility training suited for a weightlifter, along with ceaseless bullying by his peers due to his race and ignorance to their culture, he was finally ready. Years had passed in the small cliff-town. He had learned the language, learned the importance of Shambala, learned fairness and to respect others, along with incredible skill in spear and pike work. They gave him one full leather canteen of water, sent him good luck to prosper, and exiled him. He wasn't exiled in a negative way, but his own accord. He wished not to stay, despite the warmth of the people (some people). He wanted to venture out into the world, traverse and explore. 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 here this and think it impossible, but with enough determination, I'd assume anything can be possible.
Sorry for the dull format.
- Full Name: Reilan "Reil" Vann-Eskondr
- Age: 27
- Gender: Male
- Race: Ailor, Archan Lineage, both Shambala and Regal cultures
- Sexuality: Straight
- Preferred Weapon: An 8 foot rusted bident, made of a strong yet light wood along with a strong yet rusted blade. It looks as if it has seen better days, garnished and wrapped with tired leather, holding it together.
- Proficiency Limits: Archan Lineage: 30
- Total Points: 52 (20 of which are Hobby and Talent)
- Melee Combat Points: Spear Combat 17
- Science Skill Points: Linguistic Science 6
- Perception Training: 7 Talent Points
- Strength Training: 10 Talent Points
- Pathfinding Art: 6 Hobby Points
- Cooking Art: 4 Hobby Points
- https://wiki.massivecraft.com/Proficiency#Proficiency_Categories
Total Physical Stat Calculations:
Meleex1+Strengthx1=Physical stat
(17x1)+(10x1)
=27
Physical stat+Sciencex0.5=Total
27+(6x0.5)
=30
Body Shape: Athletic Body Shape
Body Fat: Low Body Fat
Languages
- Common (Learned during childhood.)
- Faraddi (Learned regionally.)
- Alt-Regalian (Learned from parents.)
- Sofaal (Learned during teenage years.)
Special Traits/Spells/Mutations
N/A
Visuals
- Eye Color: Hazel
- Hair Color: Tan-blonde
- 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. He also wears fur-covered leather shin pads and boots, to make walking or running long distances a little more comfortable and easy. 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 a cheap alloy.
- Height: 6'4"
- 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 half-way 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.
- What is your character's biggest insecurity?
- Family and social-interaction. Despite his kindness, he's pretty much clueless about love or intimacy, along with starting conversations with strangers.
- 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.
Life Story
Born in 281 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 priest, ran a rapidly decaying church 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 unaccepting cities of priests of other faiths, as well as 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, set up a small church in the slums of the city, living in its basement. He made an alright living, christening Ailorian children, and listening to the confessions of grief-stricken men and women. His mother, whose name was Odeia Vann Eskondr, embroidered scarves, stols and headgear for the commoners and travellers in the slums, and surprisingly succeeded financially. The family were doing fine in this awfully strange city, for now at least.
287 AC, a small group of Khaneh Qadir extremists attacked the small Eskondr local church in the City of Mooriye's slums. 6 child slaves were stolen in this attack, including the 6 year old Reilan Eskondr. The boy was taken by these extremists to the very outskirts of the city, where they met a bribed carriage driver. They beat him and his fellow detainees in the cell on the back, chained so they wouldn't retaliate. If you meet Reilan today, you can ask him what he remembers. He'll only say "The chains…" and change the subject. That will give some perspective on what had happened that day and the next few on the trip to the border of Mooriye. Over the period of 1 week, 3 days and 20 hours, he was auctioned and sold to another cartel of Khaneh radicals, for a punching bag. They expected him tod die within the month. He did not. He prayed for liberation, which helped him hang on to his dear life. On the first day of the first month, the radicals didn't visit him to let it all out. In fact, others did. Bloodied and battle-scarred Songaskian tribesmen showed up, and busted the cell's door. "You are free. You may prosper." said the leader in not-so-educated common language, still holding his spear. The boy didn't reply. They figured he was incapable of escaping himself, so he was carried by these men, who were alien to the boy. How they saved him and survived is still sort of a plothole, for the Khaneh had incredible technology far superior than the tribespeople. Anyway, they carried him deep into the desert, a day's trip, to a barren and eroded cliff. This cliff was inhabited by the Songaskian 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. After a few days of crying himself to sleep, trying to push away the traumatic experience he had witnessed, this was a fork in the road of his life. Snap like a twig and go insane, or suck it up and fight another day. He chose the latter. He got up one fateful morning, and limped towards the central hub of rickety ladders and sandstone stairs. As he approached what he remembered was the leader, he fell on his knees, tired even from such a short trip. He bowed his head, a sign of both gratitude and promise, he needed a place here if he were to survive. The leader almost laughed, although stopped himself due to the sensitivity of the situation. He 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 a military one. 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.
After a few years of scrupulous strength, endurance and agility training suited for a weightlifter, along with ceaseless bullying by his peers due to his race and ignorance to their culture, he was finally ready. Years had passed in the small cliff-town. He had learned the language, learned the importance of Shambala, learned fairness and to respect others, along with incredible skill in spear and pike work. They gave him one full leather canteen of water, sent him good luck to prosper, and exiled him. He wasn't exiled in a negative way, but his own accord. He wished not to stay, despite the warmth of the people (some people). He wanted to venture out into the world, traverse and explore. 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 here this and think it impossible, but with enough determination, I'd assume anything can be possible.
Sorry for the dull format.
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