Raid Brigade Profiles

[Thrill]

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Past} The story that brought the characters to this point.

Present} What's happening now? What does the future look like.

 

[River_Wolf]

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Name: Skye Clarke
Age: 18 Race: Human
Height: 5'00" Weight: 110 lbs.
Eyes: Leaf Green
Hair: Short black hair (same length seen in most short haired men)
Other: Small impact scar on her right temple, a larger one on the right knee.

Personality: Skye is your archetypal hero. Or at least, she wants to be. A bold and courageous girl who's dreamed of nothing more than going on an adventure her whole life. She cuts her black hair short to make sure it isn't in the way. While Skye's not the most physically imposing individual in terms of height, she makes up for it through relentless training and a bombastic personality. Most of her clothes fit the hero model as well, including her cloak and bastard sword (hand-and-a-half sword). Both of which she chose because they are "proper adventuring gear."

Past: Most of Skye's childhood was devoted to learning how to be an adventurer, much to her parents chagrin. She was raised in a small village where the biggest worry for most was how much trouble one of Skye's "adventures" would cause, especially since she preferred to rope as many people as possible into these schemes of hers. One particularly involved climbing a tree that Skye fell out of. She was in a coma for several days and woke with an awful scar on both her head and her knee. Her tumble did little to deter her though. If anything, it just threw more coals onto that fire. There wasn't a day where Skye didn't practice swinging a wooden sword at the family chickens, pretending them to be mighty warriors, or go run off in the woods to practice her survival skills.

Present: Skye just turned 18 and used money she raised herself to buy her first hand-and-a-half sword. She set out form her small village, determined to find the adventure she'd sought all her life. This probably isn't a good idea.

 

[M.G.B.]

Name: Siege
Age: Unsure (~1,200, give or take) Race: Warforged
Height: 10'-0" Weight: 1 Ton
Eyes: Smoldering Red
Hair: None to Speak of
Other: The gemstones on his chest may at times change color, likely signifying a switch in factory standard "modes"

Personality: For an old war machine, Siege comes off as being worryingly unaware of danger and almost suicidal in his willingness to do things that could possibly destroy even him. When there isn't danger though, this makes him pleasantly happy-go-lucky, if a bit flippant. Fortunately, there are factory settings built in that force him to be protective of the humanoids he escorts. At least, that's what he says they are, maybe he's just shy about it.

Past: Built a long time ago to fight a war no one remembers, he isn't simply one of the last of his kind. Before he was rebuilt and brought back from the void, there were no war machines of his kind known to remain. His wasn't a friendly tale of a kindly old inventor or archaeologist filled with wonder finding him and accidentally bringing him back though. No, he was the expensive project of an inner kingdom gang that used him as an enforcer for several years, which is why Siege tends to talk like a big city street tough. When they were eventually apprehended because he had been sent on an irresponsibly decided cannoli run, he was taken in as evidence, since he wasn't considered a person.

Present: evicted from his new home in the city's evidence locker, people have been talking of sightings of a huge metal giant roaming around, trying to chat up the locals about the weather. It's making the nearby homeowner's association nervous, and unknown to him they've been getting a little fund together to get rid of him.