Chronicles of Falgaland - Character submissions
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First minor NPC
Name: Marian Cress
Age: 40
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Farmer/Rancher
Hair: Blue
Without farmers to work the fields and ranchers to tend to the livestock, no matter how fierce an army was all would fall to starvation. Marian Cress is a widow taking care of the property her husband had left behind, though most of the actual labor is delegated to workers she has hired. Recently she has come to be known for her special brand of winged pigs, which resulted from the accidental breeding of a domesticated pig with a mutated boar from the Unisvel Combine.
She was a friend of Carus' parents and was the first human that Carus had ever met. Somewhat of an aunt to Carus, he stayed with her for a short period of time when he was an orphaned before he returned to the Red Ring.
Extra Info:
She knows a little bit of water magic, which most farmers prepare in the case of a drought. With the loss of lake at the Unisvel Combine it is necessary now more than ever to ensure that a source of usable water is available.
Her property is located in the village of Amita, well within the Queendom of Kesora's borders, and though it's closest to the border of the Unisvel Combine.
Second minor NPC
Name: Elena Cress
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Race: Human/Baltan Hybrid
Class: Farmer/Rancher
Hair: Blue
The half sister of Carus was born to Elena roughly three years after her own husband had died, the result of a short affair with Carus' father. She has no magic or psionic talent, though she has proven to be a slightly better shot with a longbow than her brother.
Though an illegitimate child, she is a child cherished by her family and village. With the innocence that comes with youth, she is able to get along with most people, though Carus believes she acts too timidly to be the daughter of a Baltan.
Most of her duties involve helping to care for the livestock, specifically the winged pigs, and cooking when Marian is too busy.
Extra:
Though she has wings, she is unable to fly with the same strength as pure Baltans at her age.
Name: Marian Cress
Age: 40
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Farmer/Rancher
Hair: Blue
Without farmers to work the fields and ranchers to tend to the livestock, no matter how fierce an army was all would fall to starvation. Marian Cress is a widow taking care of the property her husband had left behind, though most of the actual labor is delegated to workers she has hired. Recently she has come to be known for her special brand of winged pigs, which resulted from the accidental breeding of a domesticated pig with a mutated boar from the Unisvel Combine.
She was a friend of Carus' parents and was the first human that Carus had ever met. Somewhat of an aunt to Carus, he stayed with her for a short period of time when he was an orphaned before he returned to the Red Ring.
Extra Info:
She knows a little bit of water magic, which most farmers prepare in the case of a drought. With the loss of lake at the Unisvel Combine it is necessary now more than ever to ensure that a source of usable water is available.
Her property is located in the village of Amita, well within the Queendom of Kesora's borders, and though it's closest to the border of the Unisvel Combine.
Second minor NPC
Name: Elena Cress
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Race: Human/Baltan Hybrid
Class: Farmer/Rancher
Hair: Blue
The half sister of Carus was born to Elena roughly three years after her own husband had died, the result of a short affair with Carus' father. She has no magic or psionic talent, though she has proven to be a slightly better shot with a longbow than her brother.
Though an illegitimate child, she is a child cherished by her family and village. With the innocence that comes with youth, she is able to get along with most people, though Carus believes she acts too timidly to be the daughter of a Baltan.
Most of her duties involve helping to care for the livestock, specifically the winged pigs, and cooking when Marian is too busy.
Extra:
Though she has wings, she is unable to fly with the same strength as pure Baltans at her age.
Re-submitting a possible char with editing.
Name: Rheinholt Ferment
Age: 23
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 5ft 10in
Weight: 140
Complexion: Fair
Eyes: Steel Grey
Hair: Shaggy Dirty Blonde tied to a simple ponytail extending mid back.
Class: Ex-Adventurer (Rouge), Brewer & Distiller, Journeyman Alchemist, Apprentice Herbalist.
Background Information: Was the close friend and companion of Erik Konager, who convinced him to go on 'One more Run' to try and breech the barrier surrounding Falgaland with tales of Fame, Fortune and new Brews to experience. He was washed ashore and made a name for himself locally with the quality of his Spirits that he had learned, made and sold to the surrounding communities establishments and merchants, He maintains a small brewery that is growing in size due to demand and word of mouth, despite his poor business skills and 'Adventures' as he is called away when he hears of a new flavor, ingredient or rumors that his friend may have been sighted.
Further info: Worked at the Family trade of making and improving the Art of Brewing, from start to finish, using all types of ingredients, Also learned to mix chemicals and concoctions to get results that can be surprising, sometimes with humorous or disasterous results, resulting in small explosions or being merely undrinkable to downright poisonous, was convinced by his long time friend to go "See The World" and had a fairly good experience, ( I.E. Learned some martial skills, toned some muscles, how to swing a sword and dagger as well as throw them, to Gamble hard and Drink harder & learned quite a few exotic drinks of great potency, sometimes regretfully ), except for those times when others were trying to kill him due to something Erik was involved in. ( he also had to learn how to sneak and hide at times as well, learning to pick locks and climb walls did come in handy. ), after a few years he decided enough was enough and came home to share what he knew with his family, As a reward and to see if he measured up, He was entrusted with running a small brewery with a assistant to get experience in preperation to take over part of the family business, after proving he could, (with help.), he found himself missing life on the road as paperwork seemed to lose it's appeal and boredom set in, surprising the heck out of himself, so it was at the right moment that Erik arrived once again in his life with tales of exotic locales, after outfitting himself with supplies and coin and informing his family, he once again set off after his friend.
Name: Rheinholt Ferment
Age: 23
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 5ft 10in
Weight: 140
Complexion: Fair
Eyes: Steel Grey
Hair: Shaggy Dirty Blonde tied to a simple ponytail extending mid back.
Class: Ex-Adventurer (Rouge), Brewer & Distiller, Journeyman Alchemist, Apprentice Herbalist.
Background Information: Was the close friend and companion of Erik Konager, who convinced him to go on 'One more Run' to try and breech the barrier surrounding Falgaland with tales of Fame, Fortune and new Brews to experience. He was washed ashore and made a name for himself locally with the quality of his Spirits that he had learned, made and sold to the surrounding communities establishments and merchants, He maintains a small brewery that is growing in size due to demand and word of mouth, despite his poor business skills and 'Adventures' as he is called away when he hears of a new flavor, ingredient or rumors that his friend may have been sighted.
Further info: Worked at the Family trade of making and improving the Art of Brewing, from start to finish, using all types of ingredients, Also learned to mix chemicals and concoctions to get results that can be surprising, sometimes with humorous or disasterous results, resulting in small explosions or being merely undrinkable to downright poisonous, was convinced by his long time friend to go "See The World" and had a fairly good experience, ( I.E. Learned some martial skills, toned some muscles, how to swing a sword and dagger as well as throw them, to Gamble hard and Drink harder & learned quite a few exotic drinks of great potency, sometimes regretfully ), except for those times when others were trying to kill him due to something Erik was involved in. ( he also had to learn how to sneak and hide at times as well, learning to pick locks and climb walls did come in handy. ), after a few years he decided enough was enough and came home to share what he knew with his family, As a reward and to see if he measured up, He was entrusted with running a small brewery with a assistant to get experience in preperation to take over part of the family business, after proving he could, (with help.), he found himself missing life on the road as paperwork seemed to lose it's appeal and boredom set in, surprising the heck out of himself, so it was at the right moment that Erik arrived once again in his life with tales of exotic locales, after outfitting himself with supplies and coin and informing his family, he once again set off after his friend.
Name: Anast Focht
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6 ft"
Weight: around 170 lbs
Hair: Brown (Short)
Eyes: Hazel
Class: Wizard
Background: Born in Unisvel (before it became a wasteland) to two scientists, when he was seven they decided his constantly being underfoot was to much of a nuisance to their work and shipped him off to live with his Aunt and her family in Kesora.
Not a month later the catastrophe in Unisvel occured killing his parents. His Aunt and Uncle were far more caring then his parents and Anast was happier with them then he ever was at home. His aunt and uncle were traders and a few years after he had been living with them, the three of them were traveling with a small convoy through the Unisvel Wastelands a mutant attack occured. The convoy managed to beat back the mutants, but a veteran merc who traveled through the wastelands often recognized the mutants cause for retreat was not because something they did, but because a Wild Storm was likely.
His Aunt and Uncle were killed in the storm as was most of the convoy. Anast and a few others survived the storm, this group managed to get out of Unisvel, but it took quite a while as they had to move slowly to avoid mutant attacks. After weeks in the wasteland they had finally escaped, but while in the wasteland Anast had picked up on some basic fighting and survival skills as well as how to cast elemental magic from one of the mercs.
Anast stayed with the small group of mercenarys that had helped him out of the wasteland and learned how to disguise himself and make connections, but his true passion was magic unfortunatly most of the mercs were skilled in close range fighting and had little to no talent in magic the few who did knew only the basics. So after two years with the mercs he left, but is still on good terms with them.
He has since traveled all over only avoiding Melkano and Unisvel.
Personality:
He has an odd penchant for wearing different disguises and has several contacts in many cities under these false identities. His magic ability is low to moderate, but he's detemined to get better. When something grabs his interest he's been known to get more then slightly obsessive about learning everything he can about it.
He's slow to trust and not likely to allow people to get close to him, but he's not hostile to strangers or overly suspicious, just cautious. Despite this he has gotten himself into several situations that should have killed him, but somehow manages to escape by the skin on his teeth. Prefers to work alone so as not to drag anyone else into his messes as he feels his presence seems to be a jinx.
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6 ft"
Weight: around 170 lbs
Hair: Brown (Short)
Eyes: Hazel
Class: Wizard
Background: Born in Unisvel (before it became a wasteland) to two scientists, when he was seven they decided his constantly being underfoot was to much of a nuisance to their work and shipped him off to live with his Aunt and her family in Kesora.
Not a month later the catastrophe in Unisvel occured killing his parents. His Aunt and Uncle were far more caring then his parents and Anast was happier with them then he ever was at home. His aunt and uncle were traders and a few years after he had been living with them, the three of them were traveling with a small convoy through the Unisvel Wastelands a mutant attack occured. The convoy managed to beat back the mutants, but a veteran merc who traveled through the wastelands often recognized the mutants cause for retreat was not because something they did, but because a Wild Storm was likely.
His Aunt and Uncle were killed in the storm as was most of the convoy. Anast and a few others survived the storm, this group managed to get out of Unisvel, but it took quite a while as they had to move slowly to avoid mutant attacks. After weeks in the wasteland they had finally escaped, but while in the wasteland Anast had picked up on some basic fighting and survival skills as well as how to cast elemental magic from one of the mercs.
Anast stayed with the small group of mercenarys that had helped him out of the wasteland and learned how to disguise himself and make connections, but his true passion was magic unfortunatly most of the mercs were skilled in close range fighting and had little to no talent in magic the few who did knew only the basics. So after two years with the mercs he left, but is still on good terms with them.
He has since traveled all over only avoiding Melkano and Unisvel.
Personality:
He has an odd penchant for wearing different disguises and has several contacts in many cities under these false identities. His magic ability is low to moderate, but he's detemined to get better. When something grabs his interest he's been known to get more then slightly obsessive about learning everything he can about it.
He's slow to trust and not likely to allow people to get close to him, but he's not hostile to strangers or overly suspicious, just cautious. Despite this he has gotten himself into several situations that should have killed him, but somehow manages to escape by the skin on his teeth. Prefers to work alone so as not to drag anyone else into his messes as he feels his presence seems to be a jinx.
