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Into the Darkness GRP RP (Private)

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This role play is a closed, invite only. If your are interested you can PM myself or Daze for consideration. Low-Fantasy, Human race only, non-sexual, but graphic violence and imagery.
 
Name: Rosaline Astoria
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Height: 5’7
Weight: 167lbs

Appearance:
Rosaline stands at 5’7 with light brown hair that appears almost caramel in some lights. She has a sturdy, lean build from hard labor; her hands calloused from the fields. She is most commonly found in simple dark brown leathers with a wolf pelt cloak. A long composite bow is never far from her hands along with two, long, hooked daggers at her belt.

Brief Bio:
Rosaline grew up with three brothers and her father, her mother having passed during childbirth of her youngest brother Eli. Her family’s home stood on the outskirts of their small village. Though Rosaline helped in the many fields her village lived on, she spent most of her life hunting with her brothers, growing up more as a boy then a girl. Her brothers were overly protective and never let Rosaline go anywhere without one of them.

Sadly war was brought to her home and while trying to protect Rosaline her family was massacred. She was left alone and now hunts for her own survival and to find the answer on where to go now.

Known Skills:

Composite Longbow
Hunting knives/daggers
Tracking/Stealth
Woodsman Skills/Hunting
Animal Trainer
Horsemanship

Flaws/Traits:

Sheltered from the world
Uneducated/Illiterate
Cautious/Suspicious
Gullible
 
Name: Virgil Algheri
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Height: 70"
Weight: 185 lbs

Appearance:
Virgil is of average height and build. He has shoulder length black hair and is rarely seen outside of his dark armor. He wears a red sash around his waist as a constant reminder of the men he's lost under his command and a black cape which used to be his Company's standard.

Brief Bio:
Virgil enlisted with a Mercenary Company known as The Sons of Aurek at the age of 16. Within a few years, he was promoted to Sergeant and shortly thereafter to Lieutenant, second in command of The Sons. He travels with his Company, completing any contracts given them by the highest bidder, normally.


Known Skills:
Animal Trainer
Horsemanship
Longsword
Shortsword
Polearm
Shield

Flaws/Traits:
Too attached to the men under his command
Loyal
Mercenary mentality
Addicted to tobacco
Bit of a drunk
 
Name: Xesyl Damacus
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Height: 5'11
Weight: 175

Appearance: Xesyl carries an athletic prowess. He has dark black hair, green eyes, and the scars upon his body show the battles he had fought for his former home of Dara. On his right forearm is a black snake tattoo, the marking of a former leader in his army. His outfits generally range from different leather jerkins and leggings,but is always seen with a necklace with a locket. Within are strands of hair from his wife who had died from a plague in his city.

Brief Bio: Xesyl comes from the vast militaristic nation of Dara. Like all other boys he entered the soldier academy at the age of eight. He exceled above most of his peers with the longsword and the bow. His horsemanship skills were notably gifted as well, and at the age of eighteen he became a captain in the Daran cavalry. After years of war with surrounding realms, a civil war broke out within their own. A childhood friend of the Kings daughter, they helped overthrow the council and it's followers. No one would have thought it would be possible for the Kings daughter to take his life, but it had been done. Swearing allegiance to the woman, he became her champion, and Dara would continue it's struggles within it's own walls. It wouldn't be long before the new order suffered a fate similiar to the former king. Xesyl would escape would his life, never to be allowed entrance in Dara again.

Known skills:

Longsword
Archery
Horsemanship
Survivalist

Flaws/Traits
Arrogant
Selfish
Constantly haunted with memories of his wife who had died from a plague
Often a man of little words
Believes in survival of the strongest
 
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