Here will be Kalortah's NPCs and plots they're involved in, organized in a way that makes sense to me. Starting with Raw data copy pasted from CS.
Cast of Characters:
Pending
Malmada
Race: Avriel
Date of Birth: Vhalar 694
Languages Spoken:
Fluent: Lorien, Avrielic Script.
Broken: Common
Skill Table
| Skill | XP | Level |
|---|---|---|
| Sculpting | 76 | Master |
| Engineering | 76 | Master |
| Woodworking | 51 | Expert |
| Intimidation | 51 | Expert |
| Flying | 51 | Expert |
| Logistics | 51 | Expert |
| Combat: Whips & Flails | 51 | Expert |
Appearance/Biometrics:
Description:
In-Game History Thus Far: TBD
Relationship to PC:
Loriel
Race: Avriel
Date of Birth: 65th of Vhalar 700
Languages Spoken:
Fluent: Lorien.
Conversational: Common, Avrielic Script.
Broken: Rakahi
Skill Table
| Skill | XP | Level |
|---|---|---|
| Seafaring | 51 | Expert |
| Mathematics | 51 | Expert |
| Woodworking | 51 | Expert |
| Axes & Bludgeons | 51 | Expert |
| Flying | 51 | Expert |
| Navigation | 51 | Expert |
| Endurance | 26 | Competent |
| Linguistics | 26 | Competent |
Appearance/Biometrics:
Personality:
Backstory:
In-Game History Thus Far: TBD
Relationship to PC:
Gostav Fowler
Name: Gostov Fowler
Race: Human
Birthday/Age: 78th of Zi'da 695
Languages Spoken: Common (Fluent)
Skills:
Appearance/Biometrics: A very plain man. An unremarkable and forgettable face, brown eyes, brown hair. Standing short at around 5'4" with an average build. Gostav is rather unremarkable in almost every way. His clothing tends to be practical, but Kalortah has been known to practice his cosmetology skills on Gostav, to see if he can improve on his profound plain-ness.
Personality: Gostav possesses a rather dull personality, which suits the ostentatious and flamboyant nature of his new employer just fine as the servant will never outshine the master. Nevertheless, his dullness in the personality department in no way signals a lack of intelligence or capability. He's very task-focused and a nose-to-the-grindstone type of individual, with his main concern at any given moment the accomplishment of his goals and directives.
Backstory: Gostav was originally from Ne'haer, but moved to Rharne when the Famine hit that city in around arc 720. He's an experienced household servant, and quite capable and trained to accomplish a number of household tasks including but not limited to small construction projects, small-scale gardening, housekeeping, and cooking simple meals.
In-Game History Thus Far: TBD
Relationship to PC: Servant/Housekeeper/Personal Handyman/Gardener
Race: Human
Birthday/Age: 78th of Zi'da 695
Languages Spoken: Common (Fluent)
Skills:
Skill Table
| Skill | XP | Level |
|---|---|---|
| Animal Husbandry | 30 | Competent |
| Engineering | 30 | Competent |
| Logistics | 30 | Competent |
| Gardening | 30 | Competent |
| Cooking | 30 | Competent |
Appearance/Biometrics: A very plain man. An unremarkable and forgettable face, brown eyes, brown hair. Standing short at around 5'4" with an average build. Gostav is rather unremarkable in almost every way. His clothing tends to be practical, but Kalortah has been known to practice his cosmetology skills on Gostav, to see if he can improve on his profound plain-ness.
Personality: Gostav possesses a rather dull personality, which suits the ostentatious and flamboyant nature of his new employer just fine as the servant will never outshine the master. Nevertheless, his dullness in the personality department in no way signals a lack of intelligence or capability. He's very task-focused and a nose-to-the-grindstone type of individual, with his main concern at any given moment the accomplishment of his goals and directives.
Backstory: Gostav was originally from Ne'haer, but moved to Rharne when the Famine hit that city in around arc 720. He's an experienced household servant, and quite capable and trained to accomplish a number of household tasks including but not limited to small construction projects, small-scale gardening, housekeeping, and cooking simple meals.
In-Game History Thus Far: TBD
Relationship to PC: Servant/Housekeeper/Personal Handyman/Gardener
Kairo Galleti
Name: Kairo Galleti
Race: Human
Date of Birth: Zi'Da 56th 689
Languages Spoken: Fluent Dehasin, Fluent Lorien, Basic Common.
Factions Joined: Slave Raiders (Of Athart)
Skill Table
| Skill | XP | Level |
|---|---|---|
| Discipline | 80 | Master |
| Combat: Ranged | 60 | Expert |
| Endurance | 60 | Expert |
| Intimidation | 60 | Expert |
| Combat: Blades | 60 | Expert |
| Leadership | 40 | Competent |
| Hunting | 30 | Competent |
| Medicine | 30 | Competent |
| Fieldcraft | 30 | Competent |
| Stealth | 30 | Competent |
| Linguistics | 30 | Competent |
Appearance/Biometrics: He's about 6' tall, with broad shoulders and bulky build that strikes an imposing figure to any who would think to brawl with him. His hair is close-cropped, coal-black. He has a square jaw, with a crooked nose that speaks to surviving his share of brawls. He often wears practical clothing and armor consisting of padded leathers, brigandine, and ringmail, and a couple of ranged weapons. He likes presenting himself as armed to the teeth, with his ranged weapons and several daggers/blades in his belt.
Personality: Not one for engaging in nonsense, Kairo is all about business, the business of capturing and breaking slaves. In spite of his imposing appearance, he's fairly genial. He will not, however, hesitate to shoot at someone he suspects of disrupting his business.
Backstory: Raised into a Slave Raider family in Athart, his family has been in the city for generations. Perhaps even since Athart has belonged to the Avriel. He became a mercenary during the Nashaki and Athart 'alliance' against the Eternal Empire, during their conflict, and enlisted into a group of sellswords running between the Crescent Harbor and Nashaki, and down toward the more Fertile areas bordering Athart territory. He distinguished himself well enough to enrich his own pockets. When the conflict cooled down, he turned to simple mercenary work, bounty hunting and sometimes freelance murder.
Relationship to the PC: Main catspaw of Lem-Gar-Uoril. He may work with Kalortah at times, and at other times try to murder him. Depends on how the story goes.
Lem-Gar-Uoril
Name: Lem-Gar-Uoril
Race: Qi'Ora
Birthday/Age: 34th of Saun, 607
Languages Spoken: Fluent: Umaya. Conversational: Vorkelian, Common. Basic: Lorien.
Skills:
Appearance/Biometrics: Lem-Gar-Uoril has dark green skin, veined with lighter red and green. His eyes are amber-colored. He often eschews opulent clothing in favor of something more akin to what a tribesman would wear, with a full head-wrapping and lengthy robe that covers up to his elbows. He wears no shoes, like most of his kind. He often bears the trappings of a tinker, and is rarely found without a crossbow of some description.
Personality: Cold and detached, he seeks treasures for the enrichment and edification of the Museum in Nashaki. At times, it seems he cares less for living things than merchandise and artifacts, and will think nothing of sacrificing a group of twenty workers in order to obtain one priceless heirloom or cultural relic. Still, he takes few unnecessary risks.
Backstory: Long-lived and world-wise, Lem-Gar-Uoril's birth or childhood aren't remembered by many, and he believes his long life gives him precedence over the less long-lived races. His past is largely shrouded until one peels back the layers of Nashaki records and half-rumors. Remarkably, he has few skeletons in his closet if one looks further, perhaps to the annoyance of his enemies. Either he has a good source of scrubbing records of misdeeds or he's truly a paragon of virtue.
He works now as a curator for the Museum of Nashaki, and has organized many a treasure hunt. He has terrible disagreements with the way the Museum runs things, allowing adventurers to abscond with artifacts in lieu of payment. He believes the cultural relics found out in the Hotlands ought to remain in Nashaki once they're brought before an appraiser. Nevertheless, he has gone along with the administration to a point. Yet many note that his branch of the Museum has recovered more artifacts at lower costs than the rest of the Museum. Whatever his methods are, he is tolerated for the credence he lends toward the effort of preserving Nashaki's cultural heritage.
Relationship to PC: Prospective employer.
Race: Qi'Ora
Birthday/Age: 34th of Saun, 607
Languages Spoken: Fluent: Umaya. Conversational: Vorkelian, Common. Basic: Lorien.
Skills:
Skill Table
| Skill | XP | Level |
|---|---|---|
| Appraisal | 80 | Master |
| Engineering | 60 | Expert |
| Combat: Ranged | 60 | Expert |
| Socialization | 60 | Expert |
| Fieldcraft | 60 | Expert |
| Detection | 30 | Competent |
| Hunting | 30 | Competent |
| Endurance | 30 | Competent |
| Logistics | 30 | Competent |
Appearance/Biometrics: Lem-Gar-Uoril has dark green skin, veined with lighter red and green. His eyes are amber-colored. He often eschews opulent clothing in favor of something more akin to what a tribesman would wear, with a full head-wrapping and lengthy robe that covers up to his elbows. He wears no shoes, like most of his kind. He often bears the trappings of a tinker, and is rarely found without a crossbow of some description.
Personality: Cold and detached, he seeks treasures for the enrichment and edification of the Museum in Nashaki. At times, it seems he cares less for living things than merchandise and artifacts, and will think nothing of sacrificing a group of twenty workers in order to obtain one priceless heirloom or cultural relic. Still, he takes few unnecessary risks.
Backstory: Long-lived and world-wise, Lem-Gar-Uoril's birth or childhood aren't remembered by many, and he believes his long life gives him precedence over the less long-lived races. His past is largely shrouded until one peels back the layers of Nashaki records and half-rumors. Remarkably, he has few skeletons in his closet if one looks further, perhaps to the annoyance of his enemies. Either he has a good source of scrubbing records of misdeeds or he's truly a paragon of virtue.
He works now as a curator for the Museum of Nashaki, and has organized many a treasure hunt. He has terrible disagreements with the way the Museum runs things, allowing adventurers to abscond with artifacts in lieu of payment. He believes the cultural relics found out in the Hotlands ought to remain in Nashaki once they're brought before an appraiser. Nevertheless, he has gone along with the administration to a point. Yet many note that his branch of the Museum has recovered more artifacts at lower costs than the rest of the Museum. Whatever his methods are, he is tolerated for the credence he lends toward the effort of preserving Nashaki's cultural heritage.
Relationship to PC: Prospective employer.
Others
Family
Approval Link: viewtopic.php?f=369&t=18857
Ophiriel Satravial (Mother)
Race: Avriel
Date of Birth: 40th Saun 664
Skills:
Socialization: 30
Persuasion: 30
Flying: 20
Stealth: 10
Singing: 10
Appearance: Standing at 5'2", Kalortah gets his slight and short stature from her. Her build is willowy, delicate. Her eyes are brown, and her wings gossamer white, like her sons. She often wears as fine clothes as their family can afford. Which are modest in make.
Personality: Calm and collected for an avriel. She's always been a gentle hand on her husband and children. Often thought a prize among Avriel society, it was a surprise to most who knew her when she decided to wed Aizaries.
Relationship to PC: Mother
Aizaries Satravial (Father)
Race: Avriel
Date of Birth: 12th Zi'Da 663
Skills:
Flying: 26
Rhetoric: 20
Spear: 20
Endurance: 14
Leadership: 10
Strength: 10
Appearance: Standing at 5'9", with the build of an agile warrior. His wings are deep black, with brown splotches of feathers here or there. His eyes are red. He often wears the trappings of his former life as a military flight commander. A breastplate, as well as fine clothing and jewelry to adorn it.
Personality: A rough, haggard pragmatist. He nonetheless managed to instill an appreciation of culture and fine crafts to his children. He was hard on them, but never to the point of cruelty.
Relationship to PC: Father
Lenuzie Satravial (Sister)
Race: Avriel
Date of Birth: 25th Cylus 698
Skills:
Caregiving: 30
Lyre: 20
Flying: 20
Endurance: 10
Acrobatics: 10
Persuasion: 10
Appearance: Standing at around 5'6", she is lithe and scant of figure. Yet she still makes it a point to wear her best clothes when out and about in Athart society. Her wings are stark black, and her eyes are gray.
Personality: A caring soul, yet not without sharp elbows when she needs them. She was raised to improve the standing of the Satravial family, by hopefully charming and marrying an avriel of influence in society. She accepts her lot in life, but still hopes against hope to find her way out of it.
Relationship to PC: Younger sister.
Ibudo
Link to Approoval: viewtopic.php?p=121030&sid=aef3b91cea50 ... ae#p121030
Update Link: viewtopic.php?p=166095#p166095 +14 to Music (percussion)
Name: Ibudo
Race: Tunawa
Date of Birth: 14th Ymiden 710
Skills:
Singing: Competent 26
Stealth: Competent 26
Deception: Competent 26
Music: mini cymbals: Competent 26
Persuasion: 10
Appearance: 7" tall, light as a feather but for his musical equipment and notebooks. He has brown bark, and green flowers/leaves, blue eyes, and long limbs.
Personality: Happy to help and a bit gullible. He's cheerfully unwise to the ways of the world. An expert at the tunawa art of throwing one's voice, which has Kalortah captivated.
Relationship to PC: Backup singer, pocket musician, travelling companion, and pretend slave.
Acquired the npc here: viewtopic.php?f=325&t=18259
Update Link: viewtopic.php?p=166095#p166095 +14 to Music (percussion)
Name: Ibudo
Race: Tunawa
Date of Birth: 14th Ymiden 710
Skills:
Singing: Competent 26
Stealth: Competent 26
Deception: Competent 26
Music: mini cymbals: Competent 26
Persuasion: 10
Appearance: 7" tall, light as a feather but for his musical equipment and notebooks. He has brown bark, and green flowers/leaves, blue eyes, and long limbs.
Personality: Happy to help and a bit gullible. He's cheerfully unwise to the ways of the world. An expert at the tunawa art of throwing one's voice, which has Kalortah captivated.
Relationship to PC: Backup singer, pocket musician, travelling companion, and pretend slave.
Acquired the npc here: viewtopic.php?f=325&t=18259
Fans
Name: Adoro Qau'Pyrj
Race: Biqaj
Date of Birth: 699 Ymiden 43rd
Skills: 30 Caregiving; 30 Detection; 10 Dancing; 30 Running.
Appearance: A short, blonde biqaj man who is often seen to be smiling.
Personality and brief history: Bubbly, and absolutely adores Kalortah as his #1 ultimate fan. Knows his every song by heart, even if he doesn't understand a word of his native Lorien. His positive attitude and beaming aspect belies his true nature. He's actually a horrifying shell of a man whose sunny disposition conceals a dark pit of absolute despair. In all seriousness, he's a biqaj that always had trouble fitting into any crew. Finding him flatly incapable of even the most rudimentary of tasks aboard a seafaring vessel, he was cast out from ship to ship, until he finally found himself ashore in Scalvoristown. There, he spent his time as a day-laborer, usually in jobs such as nannying and house-sitting.
He started following Kalortah low-key after the avriel's performance in Cally's, and is just waiting for an opportunity to introduce himself to his hero. Kalortah has spent much of his time in the University, unfortunately, which has thwarted the lad's attempts to track him down. But Kalortah cannot hide forever!
Relationship to PC: #1 Fan, creepily enthusiastic stalker.
Anything: He's Kalortah's biggest fan, at least until the next great thing comes along.
Graveyard (Dead NPCs)
Magic Mentor:
Name: Ravkel Satravial
Age: Born 13th of Zi'da of the 642nd Arc
Date of Death: Saun 719
Race: Avriel (No Ghost)
Organization: The Twisting Winds
Skills:
Abrogation 76,
Necromancy 50
Attunement 26
Flying 51
Meditation 25
Singing 22
Bio: Ravkel is loosely affiliated with the Twisting Winds. Kratoo and Meleeka far outrank him, but not solely because their skill in magic exceeds his own. They aren't much more powerful than him, in fact.
The reason he isn't in a more prominent position in that organization is political. He bucks the deference that the Twisting Winds show toward the Aerie and the council that presides over it. It isn't that he disbelieves in their aims or that he dislikes those in the Aerie. He wishes the avriel to rule supreme over Idalos as much as any of the folk. However, he wishes for freedom for the organization to become all that it's capable of becoming. He dislikes the conservative stance that the council takes toward the Twisting Winds, and their deference to the close minded fools that are jealous of any avriel magic users. He would have tried to supplant Meleeka or Kratoo so he could lead the organization into a mageocracy of sorts, if he felt it wouldn't compromise his freedom to pursue true power. As it was, deep down he knew such a move would end in disaster, and that tipped the scales in favor of moving away from Athart to pursue his knowledge of magic.
In his youth and young adulthood, he had romantic aspirations of setting himself up as an Autocratic Mage-King of the Avriel. However, these dreams fell by the wayside, as he became exposed to the political scene of the slave city. The dreary boredom of council meetings, and the secrecy and backroom meetings without recognition of a mage's accomplishments galled him.
As he aged and became more venerable over the years, yet more skilled at magic, he drew farther apart from Athart as a whole, drawn to the power his spark promised through whispers in his solitude. He saw his magically created and bound minions through Necromantic magics as sufficient, in leiu of other Avriel to boss around, or lowly slave races.
However, now he grows old, and wishes to impart what wisdom and direction his spark has led him to. He felt he's reached an impasse in his magical development that he will not surpass, and hopes that the next generation will be able to succeed where he has faded into obscurity with his magical puppets, ghosts, spirits and servants.
Appearance: This avriel has the same coloration as Kalortah, signalling that perhaps it runs in the family. However, his brilliant white plumage aside, he has bluish tint to his skin, as a result of Abrogation mutation.
His eyes shine a brilliant green. He stands at 5'5", with a build that is modestly built for one of his advanced age.
Relationship: Ravkel is Kalortah's father's father. He's been estranged from the family for sometime. Avriel politics have converged to push him to the periphery of society, and as such it was a given that Kalortah's parents distance themselves from him similarly. Kalortah's many siblings have similarly not sought out their grandfather, nor inquired to his passing.
Nevertheless, Kalortah has always been a curious sort of Avriel. While he is capable of as much vicious violence and volatile temper as any of them, he is capable of suppressing it when it comes to advancing his aspirations.
Ravkel is aware of Kalortah, as well as his struggles in early life, being one of the scrawnier of his siblings. Having been of a similarly weak ilk when he was a youngling, Ravkel took to the young avriel from a distance, and has bided his time until he thought he could approach his grandson. That time is approaching. Who knows how Kalortah will react, if the older avriel offers to train him in the arcane mysteries. He has a faint hope, based on what he's seen of Kalortah, that perhaps the spark will not be wasted on the younger avriel. That perhaps the chaotic tempestuosity that consumes the rest of the avriel has skipped on the scrawny bard.
Servants
Agrippa Gratium
Approved here: viewtopic.php?p=140598#p140598
Skill Scale Down 2021: Rhetoric is now Socialization. Acrobatics is Athletics.
Name: Agrippa Gratium
Race: Ithecal (Wyvarnth)
Date of Birth: 689 14th of Ymiden
Skills:
Blades (Thrown and 1-h): 30 (Competent)
Socialization: 30 (Competent)
Athletics: 20 (Novice)
Endurance: 10 (Novice)
Discipline: 10 (Novice)
Appearance: Covered in smooth yellow-scalesskin, standing at 6' tall and with red eyes. She wears expensive clothing which includes elements of leather, and red swatches of cloth in flowing imperial style. Accents of bronze decorate her outfits.
Personality: Playful, shameless, and indomitable. She lets Kalortah's insults and jibes roll off her back and even revels in them to an extent.
Relationship to PC: Kalortah has taken her on as a retainer and bodyguard, to protect his person and his property.
Homily Thornton
Approved here: viewtopic.php?p=140598#p140598
Skill Scale Down 2021: Design is now Logistics, Construction is now Engineering.
Name:Homily Thornton
Race: Human
Date of Birth: 692 40th of Ashan
Skills:
Cosmetics: 20
Logistics: 20
Needlecraft: 20
Caregiving: 20
Engineering: 20
Appearance: Standing at a diminutive 5'1", in keeping with Kalortah's preference for hiring servants that are no taller than he is. Her eyes are black, her hair is golden blonde. Her complexion is ruddy from much time spent in the outdoors. Nevertheless, her skill in cosmetology shows in the way she applies it to herself, and she's able to hide many blemishes that might otherwise mar her features.
Personality: Serious-minded and brooking no foolishness from others, shes Almund born and bred. She takes her work seriously, and prefers to keep professional with little to no social distraction.
Relationship to PC: Housekeeper and personal attendant to Kalortah.
Kalortah's Entourage
Lotema
Name: Lotema
Race: Avriel
Birthday/Age: 78th of Zi'da 695
Languages Spoken: Lorien (Fluent), Common (Broken)
Skills:
Appearance/Biometrics: Lotema has a pale complexion of turquoise skin. Her head feathers are a mix of mostly dark charcoal color, with some blue and green feathers interspersed throughout her mane. Her build is very thin and slight. Under most circumstances, she wears robes and clothing that help cover up her colors, whether hoods or expansive cloth valance to cover the brilliance of her green-blue wings.
Personality: Adventuresome and thrill-seeking. Lotema has taken on the career of a thief not out of necessity but for the thrill of absconding with the belongings of other beings. She almost can't resist snatching this or that trinket off of a passerby. Once she's set her mind to acquiring something, she goes for it. She's a borderline kleptomaniac.
Backstory: Having spent much of her early years after a childhood in foreign cities to purge her wildness, she has bounties in cities and towns on several continents, to varying amounts. There she spent more time hunting trinkets for fencing to local pawns or other less legal payers than she did hunting for food. Eventually, however, the constant thrill of stealing by night and engaging in con jobs during the day grew boring, and Lotema placed her sights on a juicier quarry. This was how she earned a string of bounties from towns along the way from Scalvoristown to Quacia.
In-Game History Thus Far:
Bird of Fortune Kalortah press gangs Lotema into his personal entourage. As his very own sidekick and acquirer of things (thief).
House Rules After Kalortah moves to the Empire, Lotema finds him and decides to tease him, trying to seduce him into her arms. He proves somewhat reluctant for now.
Together Yet Separate ~ Kalortah finally gives into Lotema, and has some fun with her in the bathhouse.
Bells to Tell the King the News ~ Lotema informs Kalortah that she's with child, and that it's his. Kalortah faints.
Relationship to PC: Lover, and sometimes nuisance.
Approval: viewtopic.php?t=28283
Upgrade Skills: +5 Stealth, +5 Detection
Race: Avriel
Birthday/Age: 78th of Zi'da 695
Languages Spoken: Lorien (Fluent), Common (Broken)
Skills:
Skill Table
| Skill | XP | Level |
|---|---|---|
| Larceny | 31 | Competent |
| Stealth | 31 | Competent |
| Detection | 31 | Competent |
| Flying | 26 | Competent |
| Athletics | 26 | Competent |
| Endurance | 16 | Novice |
Appearance/Biometrics: Lotema has a pale complexion of turquoise skin. Her head feathers are a mix of mostly dark charcoal color, with some blue and green feathers interspersed throughout her mane. Her build is very thin and slight. Under most circumstances, she wears robes and clothing that help cover up her colors, whether hoods or expansive cloth valance to cover the brilliance of her green-blue wings.
Personality: Adventuresome and thrill-seeking. Lotema has taken on the career of a thief not out of necessity but for the thrill of absconding with the belongings of other beings. She almost can't resist snatching this or that trinket off of a passerby. Once she's set her mind to acquiring something, she goes for it. She's a borderline kleptomaniac.
Backstory: Having spent much of her early years after a childhood in foreign cities to purge her wildness, she has bounties in cities and towns on several continents, to varying amounts. There she spent more time hunting trinkets for fencing to local pawns or other less legal payers than she did hunting for food. Eventually, however, the constant thrill of stealing by night and engaging in con jobs during the day grew boring, and Lotema placed her sights on a juicier quarry. This was how she earned a string of bounties from towns along the way from Scalvoristown to Quacia.
In-Game History Thus Far:
Bird of Fortune Kalortah press gangs Lotema into his personal entourage. As his very own sidekick and acquirer of things (thief).
House Rules After Kalortah moves to the Empire, Lotema finds him and decides to tease him, trying to seduce him into her arms. He proves somewhat reluctant for now.
Together Yet Separate ~ Kalortah finally gives into Lotema, and has some fun with her in the bathhouse.
Bells to Tell the King the News ~ Lotema informs Kalortah that she's with child, and that it's his. Kalortah faints.
Relationship to PC: Lover, and sometimes nuisance.
Approval: viewtopic.php?t=28283
Upgrade Skills: +5 Stealth, +5 Detection
Weep
Race: Biqaj
Date of Birth: 23rd of Ashan 701
Languages Spoken:
Fluent: Dehasin
Broken: Common
Skill Table
| Skill | XP | Level |
|---|---|---|
| Caregiving | 51 | Expert |
| Brewing | 26 | Competent |
| Cooking | 26 | Competent |
| Gardening | 26 | Competent |
| Cosmetology | 26 | Competent |
| Psychology | 26 | Competent |
Appearance/Biometrics:
Skin: Olive
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown, shifting in a spectrum from red to yellow and oranges.
Height: 5'0"
Build: Light
Brief Description: Born a slave, and brought up indoctrinated to complete servitude in Viden, Weep wasn't expecting very much out of life from the start. Trained as a slave with a primarily domestic purpose, she has tried to excel as best she can,in hopes of being placed with an affluent master. She presumes that a master's affluence will correspond to their gentleness. Whether this is true or not, she was raised to believe that regardless of what treatment she received at the hands of her masters, she ought to keep her service running, in case she was required.
Her personality leads her to daydream, perhaps a residual of her heritage as a biqaj, she finds her mind wandering to imagination quite often. Her master/slave-trader is about to leave the Empire, when Kalortah happens by his showcase of slaves, and purchases Weep for himself.
In-Game History Thus Far: TBD
Relationship to PC: Slave
Approval: viewtopic.php?t=30227
Upgrade skills: +20 Caregiving
Kalortah's Squad
Approved here
The Corporal
Race: Human
Date of Birth: 691
Languages Spoken: Vorkelien (fluent) Common (fluent), Dehasin (Broken), Atvian (Broken), Common Sign (Broken)
Faction/Rank: Imperial Army / Corporal
Skill Table
| Skill | XP | Level |
|---|---|---|
| Leadership | 41 | Competent |
| Tactics | 41 | Competent |
| Mount: Air | 41 | Competent |
| Combat: Polearms | 41 | Competent |
| Athletics | 41 | Competent |
| Discipline | 41 | Competent |
| Singing | 41 | Competent |
| Storytelling | 37 | Competent |
| Linguistics | 26 | Competent |
Appearance/Biometrics:
Skin: Pale
Hair: Black
Eyes: Gray
Height: 5'6"
Build: Light
Typical Attire: Ostentatious, lots of piercings, tattoos, and jewelry in both casual attire and battle regalia. Lots of plumage gathered from birds used as target practice.
Description: An exile from one of the Hotlands tribes, she wandered the wastes for a while, before being found half dead by an Imperial scouting party. There, she was nursed back to health by the squadron of scouts, and given food and water. She learned from them about the Empire to the north, and its peaceful and secure nature, as a country of hardy warriors and earnest folk who are supported in turn by their Immortal sovereign. In some measure, partly also the fact that the Immortal Sovereign was female, she was tempted to join the Imperials as a former exile, and become a citizen.
In fact, it wasn't much of a temptation at all, but more of a golden opportunity to eke out a greater existence within a civilized world. It didn't take long for her to be a citizen before she took it upon herself to join the Imperial Army. There, she rose through the ranks swiftly, capping at Corporal and enjoying that position for the fact that it afforded her no shortage of opportunities to prove her valor.
Stoic in command, yet with a taste for the finer things in life at leisure, she's often mocked for her individualist ways. Not to mention her fashion which is way over the top for Imperial standards. She's yet to join any clan, just content to be on her own and fight with her fellow soldiers.
In-Game History Thus Far: Tbd
Relationship: Commanding officer of the squad.
Gendrel Randson
Name: Gendrel Randson
Race: Human
Faction/Rank: Imperial Army / Warrant
Date of Birth: 702
Languages Spoken:
Fluent: Common
Broken: Atvian
Skill Table
| Skill | XP | Level |
|---|---|---|
| Mount: Flying | 26 | Competent |
| Intimidation | 26 | Competent |
| Combat: Whips and Flails | 26 | Competent |
| Endurance | 6 | Novice |
| Combat: Ranged | 6 | Novice |
Appearance/Biometrics:
Skin: Tanned
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 6'1"
Build: Well-muscled
Typical Attire: Ostentatious. Off-duty prefers his dress uniform, along with his chains. On Duty simple light chain armor and valanced surcoat.
Description: From a long lineage of Imperial officers, and one of the more well-regarded clans, his life path was laid out before him, even prior to his ability to vocalize what he wanted to do with his life. Nevertheless, he rose to the occasion, buoyed by the encouragement and nurturing of the clan.
As close as an Imperial comes to a 'silver spoon' child, sometimes Gendrel needs to prove that he earned his position to his fellows, which has led to a swift rise through the enlisted ranks. It's thought not to be long before he earns his Corporal chains.
All of his struggle and the backing of his clan pride has instilled a sense of superiority into Gendrel, and he can be a bit dismissive of foreign joiners to the Imperial cause.
In-Game History Thus Far: TBD
Relationship to PC: Squadron member.
Victarian
Name: Victarian
Race: Ithecal
Faction/Rank: Imperial Army / Stalwart
Date of Birth: 698
Languages Spoken:
Fluent: Common
Broken: Atvian
Skill Table
| Skill | XP | Level |
|---|---|---|
| Strength | 26 | Competent |
| Intimidation | 26 | Competent |
| Mount: Flying | 26 | Competent |
| Combat: Polearms | 6 | Novice |
| Socialization | 6 | Novice |
Appearance/Biometrics:
Eyes: Yellow
Scale color: Dark blue.
Build: Heavy
Height: 7'
Typical Attire: Off-duty: Not one to flaunt his rank, he prefers casual clothes, including a long coat, trousers, shirt, and appropriate footwear. Battle: He wears chain armor mostly, with some plated parts.
Description: A calming presence on a squad full of misfits, hotheads, and individualists. He is the more or less the glue of any squadron he forms a part of, acting as a conciliatory presence, trying to resolve fights with a strong glare and calm word.
He comes from Old Dynaash, an old Ithecal clan that while not particularly distinguished, is considered fairly honorable.
In-Game History Thus Far: TBD
Relationship to PC: Squadron member
Locket
Name: Locket
Race: Sev'ryn
Faction/Rank: Imperial Army / Stalwart
Date of Birth: 700
Languages Spoken:
Fluent: Common
Broken: Xanthean
Skill Table
| Skill | XP | Level |
|---|---|---|
| Hunting | 26 | Competent |
| Combat: Ranged | 26 | Competent |
| Mount: Flying | 26 | Competent |
| Navigation | 6 | Novice |
| Detection | 6 | Novice |
Appearance/Biometrics:
Skin: Dark skinned
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Height: 5'4"
Build: Compact/Heavy
Typical Attire: Locket often wears furs and trophies of her kills in her casual attire, which carries over to her combat equipment. Although she often respects the Imperial color coding, by using black-dyed hides or furs to accompany her battle get-up.
Description: A former exile from Desnind, she was a prolific hunter and poacher, until one day she poached an animal that belonged to a high official. She was given the choice between exile and boarding a slave ship. Given the danger that the Badlands presented, even to a competent hunter, she chose slavery. She made her way through Idalos this way, and was lucky enough to find her boat bound for Imperial lands, where slaves were treated reasonably. There she toiled as a hunter, until her master saw her potential and decided to free her, on the condition that she join the Imperial Army. She was happy to do so, as a chance if nothing else to show off her archery on harder targets than rabbits and squirrels.
She's often seen as absentminded, and spends long spells of time in aloof silence apart from the squad. Her squadmates and fellow soldiers just presume she's speaking to her spirit familiar, whatever it is.
In-Game History Thus Far: TBD
Relationship to PC: Squadron member.
Hamza Narvine
Name: Hamza Narvine
Race: Human
Faction/Rank: Imperial Army / Private
Date of Birth: 704
Languages Spoken:
Fluent: Vorkelian
Broken: Common
Skill Table
| Skill | XP | Level |
|---|---|---|
| Cooking | 26 | Competent |
| Fieldcraft | 26 | Competent |
| Singing | 26 | Competent |
| Combat: Blades | 6 | Novice |
| Mount: Flying | 6 | Novice |
Appearance/Biometrics:
Skin: Dark complected
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 5'9"
Build: Thin
Typical Attire: Casual attire consists of his former tribalwear, which he's yet to replace for more Imperial fashions. Leathers and linens that cover him from head to toe. Over this he wears scale armor during battle, enameled black of course.
Description: The youngest of the squad, he nevertheless has taken to the others fairly quickly in spite of the language barrier. This is in large part due to the fact that he's one of the few members of their squad that can cook a decent stew and cut of meat.
Cheerful yet quiet, he is eager to learn from the others in the squad, as he anticipates being able to earn his chains, eventually.
In-Game History Thus Far: TBD
Relationship to PC: Squadron member.
Androst Yalrut
Name: Androst Yalrut
Race: Human
Faction/Rank: Imperial Army / Private
Date of Birth: 697
Languages Spoken:
Fluent: Vorkelian
Broken: Common
Skill Table
| Skill | XP | Level |
|---|---|---|
| Animal Husbandry | 26 | Competent |
| Medicine | 26 | Competent |
| Animal Training | 26 | Competent |
| Combat: Blades | 6 | Novice |
| Mount: Flying | 6 | Novice |
Appearance/Biometrics:
Skin: Tanned
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Black
Height: 5'11"
Build: Average
Typical Attire: Casual attire consists of his former tribalwear, which he's yet to replace for more Imperial fashions. Leathers and linens that cover him from head to toe. Over this he wears scale armor during battle, enameled black of course. He also wears a traditional headdress of the Yarfuti, which features colorful feathers and beads hanging from the headwrap.
Description: Dour and ascerbic, he clashes often with the cheerful and quiet Hamza, as they come from different tribes. Nevertheless, the tension that fact causes hasn't yet boiled over into a full blown fight. But at times during training drills and sparring, things can go a little far, with Androst coming out on the winning end more often than not.
He has the coveted position of caring for the wellbeing and health of the animals and flying mounts in their squadron. This is his one distraction from the tribal conflict between himself and Hamza, and he more or less throws himself into it full time without socializing the others very much.
In-Game History Thus Far: TBD
Relationship to PC: Squadron Member
