Post by dohvashy on Nov 10, 2014 13:45:21 GMT -5
The Peasants Sword Role Play
Say wich char you want Falcon is my own.
Name: Hans Tanner The Black Falcon
species: Human
Age: 30
Occupation: former blacksmith turned mercenary.
Bio: Leader of a mercenary group named the Peasants Sword. He fights for the lower man. Rarely for nobility or prestigious people.
Name: Jack “The Ripper.”
Age: 29
species: human.
Bio: Jack was an ordinary foot soldier expelled from the King's army after he went on a bloodlusted rampage during a cease fire between the king's army and his foe at the time. He joined Falcon as his first recruit and third in command He leads the bulk of the mercs mostly the rabble who have no control in battle. He is quick to anger and hates to be inactive. He also hates to lose.
Name: Siren “The Witch of Salem”
Age: 24
Species: Human
Bio:She appeared one day on the edge of camp weak and near death. Falcon revived her, and brought her back to health. She sought him out after the King wiped out her village for supplies for an upcoming siege, she demanded revenge for what he did. Falcon promised her vengeance, over time they grew close, She is his Second in command. She is the only magic user in the group. Her attitude towards nobility is that of how a wolf treats an injured rabbit. With ruthless, ferocity.
Name: Scythe “The reaper's Sickle
Age:31
Species: human
Bio: Scythe didn't seek Falcon out, it was quite the opposite. It is rumored he has killed well over ten thousand men in his life time. The King raised the taxes in his home province by thirty times what it used to be. His people starve, while the king wages war to claim more lands. He hates the king with a passion and will do anything to take him down. He is Falcon's Fourth in command he leads the higher trained units.
Name: Mark “The Key”
Age:19
Species: human
Bio:One day, Falcon caught him trying to pick his pocket, while he was doing recon in a small town not far from the mountains. Mark claimed he was only trying to help some people less fortunate than him. Falcon offered him a position in the group, and told him he was working to change things in the kingdom, not a full on rebellion, but something close. Told him to bring his friends with similar skills to the camp. As Fifth in command he leads the infiltrators and assassins. He is always on edge, as the youngest member of the council, he feels almost out of place. He can unlock almost any lock, no matter how old or advanced. A true gift.
Backstory
By nature I'm not a cruel man, the king unleashed my rage when he destroyed my home and only family. Years ago my home was destroyed. The king's wars swept across the peasants lands. Thousands of us were uprooted from our homes, some went back to farming the lands, others turned to the slums unable to work from injuries. I however turned to the Sword, my master gave me a sword I have carried it with me for seven years. He told me, should anything happen to our smithy travel east to the mountains, so east I traveled, a land unknown to me and a land that did not know me. Where I took the mantle of The Black Falcon. My group has become the strongest group of mercenaries in Glendale. No one remembers me real name, every one just calls me by my Mantle. My group grew far to quickly, the king sent emissaries to recruit me and my men, I refused and sent him their heads on a belt.
My four generals and I have been preparing. But I have my doubts. Jack “The Ripper”. Siren “The Witch of Salem.” Scythe “The Reaper's Sickle”. Mark “The Key”
Starter:
I'm beginning to think refusal might have been, rash. Last time I checked his army was massing at the base of the mountain. Fifty thousand strong, one my own I could best a hundred at most. My mercenaries only number at two hundred. The monks of a nearby monastery have offered five of us sanctuary. If things go sour, I will have to take my five best and go. Indecently our conversation still rings through my head.
“Falcon, we have to go! Forget the rest of the men, you know as well as I it's every man or woman for themselves.” jack said. Slamming his fist on the map table. Plunging a knife where the King's army was massing. Spilling ink over it, making it seem as if the army marched across the map.
“Jack's right, sir.” Mark the youngest of us said. Shifting nervously fiddling with lock pick in his hands. I sit in my chair, pondering the best course of action.
“Scythe? Siren? What are your thoughts..” I ask looking to them both. Scythe said nothing, and Siren looked up slightly from looking at the floor.
Say wich char you want Falcon is my own.
Name: Hans Tanner The Black Falcon
species: Human
Age: 30
Occupation: former blacksmith turned mercenary.
Bio: Leader of a mercenary group named the Peasants Sword. He fights for the lower man. Rarely for nobility or prestigious people.
Name: Jack “The Ripper.”
Age: 29
species: human.
Bio: Jack was an ordinary foot soldier expelled from the King's army after he went on a bloodlusted rampage during a cease fire between the king's army and his foe at the time. He joined Falcon as his first recruit and third in command He leads the bulk of the mercs mostly the rabble who have no control in battle. He is quick to anger and hates to be inactive. He also hates to lose.
Name: Siren “The Witch of Salem”
Age: 24
Species: Human
Bio:She appeared one day on the edge of camp weak and near death. Falcon revived her, and brought her back to health. She sought him out after the King wiped out her village for supplies for an upcoming siege, she demanded revenge for what he did. Falcon promised her vengeance, over time they grew close, She is his Second in command. She is the only magic user in the group. Her attitude towards nobility is that of how a wolf treats an injured rabbit. With ruthless, ferocity.
Name: Scythe “The reaper's Sickle
Age:31
Species: human
Bio: Scythe didn't seek Falcon out, it was quite the opposite. It is rumored he has killed well over ten thousand men in his life time. The King raised the taxes in his home province by thirty times what it used to be. His people starve, while the king wages war to claim more lands. He hates the king with a passion and will do anything to take him down. He is Falcon's Fourth in command he leads the higher trained units.
Name: Mark “The Key”
Age:19
Species: human
Bio:One day, Falcon caught him trying to pick his pocket, while he was doing recon in a small town not far from the mountains. Mark claimed he was only trying to help some people less fortunate than him. Falcon offered him a position in the group, and told him he was working to change things in the kingdom, not a full on rebellion, but something close. Told him to bring his friends with similar skills to the camp. As Fifth in command he leads the infiltrators and assassins. He is always on edge, as the youngest member of the council, he feels almost out of place. He can unlock almost any lock, no matter how old or advanced. A true gift.
Backstory
By nature I'm not a cruel man, the king unleashed my rage when he destroyed my home and only family. Years ago my home was destroyed. The king's wars swept across the peasants lands. Thousands of us were uprooted from our homes, some went back to farming the lands, others turned to the slums unable to work from injuries. I however turned to the Sword, my master gave me a sword I have carried it with me for seven years. He told me, should anything happen to our smithy travel east to the mountains, so east I traveled, a land unknown to me and a land that did not know me. Where I took the mantle of The Black Falcon. My group has become the strongest group of mercenaries in Glendale. No one remembers me real name, every one just calls me by my Mantle. My group grew far to quickly, the king sent emissaries to recruit me and my men, I refused and sent him their heads on a belt.
My four generals and I have been preparing. But I have my doubts. Jack “The Ripper”. Siren “The Witch of Salem.” Scythe “The Reaper's Sickle”. Mark “The Key”
Starter:
I'm beginning to think refusal might have been, rash. Last time I checked his army was massing at the base of the mountain. Fifty thousand strong, one my own I could best a hundred at most. My mercenaries only number at two hundred. The monks of a nearby monastery have offered five of us sanctuary. If things go sour, I will have to take my five best and go. Indecently our conversation still rings through my head.
“Falcon, we have to go! Forget the rest of the men, you know as well as I it's every man or woman for themselves.” jack said. Slamming his fist on the map table. Plunging a knife where the King's army was massing. Spilling ink over it, making it seem as if the army marched across the map.
“Jack's right, sir.” Mark the youngest of us said. Shifting nervously fiddling with lock pick in his hands. I sit in my chair, pondering the best course of action.
“Scythe? Siren? What are your thoughts..” I ask looking to them both. Scythe said nothing, and Siren looked up slightly from looking at the floor.
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