"They're meeting us at Plums." Lutious' sentence struggled to reach the confines of Arachnid's mind whose attention was stolen by his own reflection cast on a pond's ripple-less water. He watched his eyes carefully on the muggy water. His shoulder length black hair contrasted greatly with the pale blue sky above him. Lutious watched with mixed expressions and patience as Arachnid slowly moved his index finger to touch the reflection. A small fish beat him to his intention and hopped slowly above the water level; effectively altering Arachnid's face. 'I see,' he thought dubiously. "Did you hear me?" Lutious repeated. "I said they're meeting us at Plums."Arachnid rose to his feet; a pair of black leather boots weighing him down, "I heard you. I was just looking at my reflection
for a bit."Lutious half grinned, "Yes
I
I know that you were. That's why I-," his grin flipped to a short laugh, "Lets try to get there as soon as possible.""Yes, we should," Arachnid almost whispered, "because they're waiting for us. So we don't want to be late."The dark iris' of Lutious' eyes rolled as response to Arachnid, "I'll just follow you. Even though I happen to be twice you own age."Arachnid ignored the latter part of Lutious' words, but did well in leading their travel to Soard. Over the past several days, both Lutious and Arachnid had begun recruiting mercenaries and drifters alike into a guild they called Geist. After Adore attacked Reimoorse, the guild of Bells was nearly wiped out; the survivors eagerly joining Geist. Their intention was to create a force large enough to kill Adore, and only leave graves in their wake. As of now, the members of Adore had long fled Reimoose, and we increasing their own numbers. Complete control of the land was what they had in mind. Adore's specialties included well thought out murders, theft of caravans, rape, and other things that left widows praying to the gods. Each member was scene with a poncho of varying types. Some wore simple black linen Paunchus, but the other extreme included eccentric hybrids of jewel tone colors on fine silk. In this land of long forests and obscure trails, it was easy for such a group to exist. This fact alone left most blade trained individuals caring about their own well being instead of others. Arachnid and Lutious sought to bring all these people together for a final blow. {~ Geist Member Information ~} Name:
Age:
Sex:
Appearance:
Blade: (Weapon)Experience:Skills:Position interested in:Magic in this land is a lost art. To see anyone willfully cast a spell is simply unheard of. Blades of all types exist, however. The most common item remains a basic sword, although spears, boomerangs, bows, crossbows, flintlock pistols, hammers, axes, throwing knifes, daggers, whips, gun powder bombs, animal horns, claws, metallic imbued gloves, rapiers, steel fans, and staffs shouldn't be ruled out. A crude cornucopia of items. {~ Geist ~}
Lead: Lutious
Right hand man: Arachnid
Left hand man: Weyland Somer
Spider Lead: Ethwin Quel'mathis
Spider 1: Sylvia Feingold
Spider 2: Matsu Hirayama
Lantern Lead: Cojisto Domka
Lantern 1: Caliste
Lantern 2: Kieta Sa'ixxy
{- Ander's Notes -}
Adore Guild Tree
Rabbits____Hunter_________________________Kin
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Grettnia Sage
(leader)
Guns____________|____________Curs
Leader of Adore: Grettnia Sage
Age: About 35
Grettnia is quite hard to predict. I'll let you have your fun with her.
The Kin
The Kin
The Kin are direct relatives of Grettnia. Two brothers and two sisters. All of which are younger than Grettnia herself. They have comfort say in what goes on in the guild, and generally do as they please.
1. Sarah Sage
Age: 34
Sarah is the quietest sibling. She keeps to herself; rarely giving her input on what happens about the guild. She fights with a basic sword.
2. Save Sage
Age: About 30
Save is also a quiet person. However, when things need to be done, or when in a fight, he'll not back done until the safely of himself, or his allies is solid. He uses a firm wooden staff in fighting.
3. Glenn Sage
Age: 32
Glenn is annoying. I want to kill him myself. But I won't. I'll let you do that. He's brash and has an obsession with killing any traitors or even a 'useless' human. He fights with a decently crafted claymore.
4. Claudia Sage
Age: About 25
A bitch. She's well dressed and proper by all means, however her mind is trained as a careless swit. She sits around and calmly gives sadistic orders to lesser guild members. She only carries a defense pistol. It's small, but it's from the West.
The Cur
The Cur: The Cur are Grettnia's personal bodyguards and mission men. They're skilled in what they do, and will do it at the motion of a hand. They have no ranks and are listed in no particular order.
1. Red
Age: 19
Despite what I wrote above, Red seems to be her favorite. I'm sure you remember him from when he killed Junebug? I don't have to tell you he uses throwing knifes, and is great with them.
2. Shiloh
Age: About 18
I'll like to insert my opinion on Shiloh. He doesn't belong in Adore. He was such a nice boy. However, with a slain family, this is where he ended up. His unique fighting style is with a two and a half foot long boomerang. Even if it's used against you, I'm sure you'll be amazed when you see his skill in action.
3. Alex
Age: 22
Alex is a long trained swordsman. Actually, he uses three. All are six inches length in difference, and so he uses them accordingly. He's a ladykiller, but lacks the personality as a womanizer. Anyway, I'd suggest you stay away from him.
The Hunter and Rabbits
The Hunter: Black
Age: 37
Black leads the Rabbit ranks. He's curious man of aged skill. 'Black' is obviously not his real name, but it's what he goes by. Anyway, he carries a crossbow and whip and knows how to use them.
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The Rabbits
The Rabbits are Blacks 'hitman' of sorts. They're an odd bunch with varying skills. If someone new joins Adore, they join as a rabbit. Black has also given them some strange sub-titles, as you'll see.
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Black Rabbit: Matsu Rin
Age: 21
Matsu is Alex's best friend. However, Matsu dabbles in womanizing unlike Alex. His cascading raven black hair and his odd choice of clothing enable him to stand out successfully. He plays a banjo which doubles as a blunt melee weapon. Steel reinforcements help this feat along.
Swamp Rabbit: Sasha Phat
Age: 16
Sasha is young and generally useless. It won't be long before Grettnia gives the order to fire her and kill her. For what it's worth, she's slightly trained with a sword.
Scared Rabbit: Kitty Mill
Age: 18
You already know Kitty. No need to write anything.
Rock Rabbit: Mug Colt
Age: 24
Mug happens to be good at an axe. He's strong, yet quick.
Curious Rabbit: Penny
Age: 19
Penny was trained as a thief from childhood. I'm sure she'll be the next 'Cur' after one of them die. She's quick and sneaky, so be careful.
Final Rabbit: Deuce Ten
Age: 20
Deuce is a genuinely good swordsman. Be careful about his personality, though. He's smart when it comes to throwing off the enemy.
Lover Rabbit: Adam Heart
Age: 24
Adam has an immense amount of training with pole arms. He's often seen with a spear standing at ten feet in length.
Blue Sky Rabbit: Gakob Bleu
Age: 14
He's young, but he's deadly. His mother, Blanch Bleu, taught him all around melee skills, but he's often seen with a rapier.
The Guns
The Guns
They call them the 'Guns' - not by their choice of weaponry - but because they're sure to complete whatever task they were sent to do.
Lead Gun: Hazelton Phat
Age: 35
Hazelton is Sasha's father. It's hard to imagine he cares about her, but that's not what this is about. A strange rifle from the West is his blade. I haven't been able to get a good look at it yet, but Hazelton is some how able to fire five shots before reloading. Again, it's from the West, so who knows how things have advanced there.
Gun 1: Kenny Drill
Age: 27
Kenny was given a pistol that holds three bullets at a time. A 'revolver' is what it's called I think. Anyway, his marksmanship is great, and he'll defend the guild until the end.
Gun 2: Monica Haith
Age: 25
Monica excels with pole arms. Her signature is two at once, but she generally uses one.
Gun 3: Sean Weatherbane
Age: 20
Sean is a good ole sword fighter. He's quick even though his blade is long and thick. I'd watch your neck.
Gun 4: Tamarack
Age: 23
Tamarack is what happens when you go from being a thief to a warrior. He carries two short and sharp blades, yet bears the strength of an axe man.
The Shadow Sun
Name: Ethwin Quel'mathis
Sex: Male
Age: Twenty-five
Blade: Ethwin wields a Bowblade. At first glance, it appears to be an ordinary longbow. However, the handle is connected to two curved blades instead of two slender lengths of wood. The ends are adorned with red figureheads of phoenixes, the color matching the leather handle. The handle can be pulled apart, revealing two smaller red figureheads concealed inside. The manaforged bowstring snaps, and the bladelike bow becomes two shortswords.
Appearance: Ethwin, being royalty, usually wears only the finest of clothing, often netherweave or magecloth. However, in battle, he wears the finest of obsidian armor padded with the soft leather of a furbolg.
Experience: Ethwin has just been able to persuade his parents to let him leave the palace. He has not had any adventures yet.
Skills: Ethwin is proficient with swords and bows.
Position: Spider Lead
Tyto72
Name: Sylvia Feingold (much prefers being called 'Sylv')
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Appearance: Slender and decently tall- standing around 5'8 from head to foot. She has a heart-shaped face with dark grey eyes and fair skin. Her hair is light almost golden-brown; and is short- cut to just above her shoulders and roughly styled. Wears a half-sleeved, tight charcoal-gray turtleneck with a darker armored vest with amber-orange trim. Slightly baggy full-length leggings that match the darker grey of the vest and have a single amber-orange ring near the bottoms are worn along with that, and her shoes are sturdy (but well-worn) black boots. Often wears open-fingered, padded black gloves- especially when fighting. A dark, almost black hooded cloak is worn over all of this, and she wears it with the hood up to conceal her face in public. Outwardly, her appearance is not feminine at all until the cloak comes off (which it does rarely)- but even then, she hardly acts ladylike.
Blade: Her main blade is an odd hybrid weapon- custom made for her by a blacksmith acquaintance, and the only one of its kind. It is a bronzed steel, short spear with an oversized leaf-blade and a shaft that tapers to a thicker hilt and blade-base (also curves slightly along the shaft to the hilt, where it curves up again). From the middle to just short of the butt-end of the weapon, it is wrapped in strips of black leather, making it easy to grip- and on the very end, an amber-orange tassel is hung for a tasteful decoration. Though it appears to be only little more than two and a half feet long, it is actually a collapsible spear-halberd, and can be stretched to around five feet long as the straight, segmented shaft can be collapsed into the weapon. It is an effective melee weapon in both its full shaft and collapsed forms, but is too heavy and unbalanced to be thrown like a proper lance when extended. It is kept in a side-sheath that encases only about half of the weapon. She also carries a straight-blade short sword and a curved dagger as side weapons.
Experience: Having grown up in the slums of the outside world, she is familiar with the mechanics of rough street-society and has had several minor adventure-type excursions out of the norm.
Skills: Expert in the unique combat style that fits her main weapon, and is also well enough with short swords that she can hold her own with them. Her skills with a dagger are significantly above par as well. Has an added advantage of natural speed and practiced stealth. Is also quite the good thief.
Position: Spider 1
Aulis Vaara
Name: nameless
Age: Estimated at fifteen or sixteen
Sex: Female
Appearance: Standing at five feet and two inches, she is nearly at the full height she will reach throughout her lifetime. She is not particularly small, nor particularly tall for a female. She has long somewhat curly dark brown hair, reaching about halfway her back and about midway her breasts down the front. Her eyes are a bright sparkling golden green, Her nose is small, making it look lengthy and her lips are thin and nearly the same pale color as her skin.
As a slave, she is not allowed to wear any clothing, leaving her small perky breasts only obstructed by her hair. Her nether regions however, are covered by nothing and are thus frequently a point of focus for the eyes of newly arrived recruits in Adore. One would say this would bother her, but given that she has no choice, she can only do her best to ignore it.
Because she cannot wear any clothes, she is often quite dirty, not allowed to wash herself so very often. Her hair on the other hand, is usually kept clean as her master likes it that way. Her feet and hands are rather rough because of the work she needs to do, but the rest of her seems as smooth as the skin of a new-born baby. How this is accomplished is a mystery to all.
Blade: Not Applicable
Experience: She has served her master since she started showing signs of puberty. She was sold by her former mistress because she didn't need a distraction for her other slaves. Growing females tended to do that to males.
Skills: Complete obedience. She will do anything her master commands her to. She has no hope for freedom and tries to avoid punishment.
Position: Slave
Carpe Omnis
Name: Caliste
Age: ~22 (true age unknown)
Sex: Female
Appearance: A simple girl, Caliste could be easily overlooked in a crowd of beautiful girls. Though not unattractive, she does not carry herself well, choosing to slouch and shrink away rather than hold herself with confidence, and does not take nearly enough time out of her day to spend on herself. Caliste has long blonde hair that is not cut or styled in any particular way, either left to sit in natural curls around her shoulders or pulled back in a simple knot. It should be noted, however, that Caliste's long bangs are pushed in just the right direction to cover two scars on either temple, twin x's of unknown origin that she has made a point not to be seen in the public eye. Her eyes are a mottled hazel, framed by long eyelashes and freckled cheeks.
Caliste wears a simple gray tunic, longsleeved, neither revealing nor concealing any part of her body. The shirt is long, and comes right to the thigh, whereupon a long black skirt takes over to about mid-shin. Caliste also wears serviceable black flats, shoes good for hiking long distances in comfort but not much else.
Blade: Caliste holds a weapon that can be described as strange, at best. It is a retractable knife, the blade about ten inches in length and curved almost in the shape of a crescent moon. It can collapse and fit perfectly inside a wide, rust-colored handle. Caliste bought it at a yard sale thinking it was just a regular pocket knife she could use for protection, but when she took it home and opened it the peculiar shape intrigued her enough to keep it for ornamental purposes.
Experience: While Caliste has no background in fighting, her past has given her a seemingly enhanced 'fight-or-flight' response. Having spent the main part of her childhood enslaved in, and running away from, a cult, she has learned to think and react in the most dire of situations. This makes her somewhat of a survivalist when it comes to conflict.
Skills: Though perhaps not very physically capable, Caliste is skilled in the mundane healing process. Give her some salves, bandages, and antiseptics and she can work wonders. This has landed her in the axis of the Reimoorse refugee cause; lately, she has leant her skills to her fellow citizens lost of health, home, and heart.
Position: Lantern 1
Warrior of Chains
Name: Weyland Somer
Age: 15
Sex: Male
Appearance: Messy brown hair and messy brown eyes with a messy white tunic and dirty brown leather boots. He's about 5'4" in height and very lean.
Blade: Singular broadsword across his back
Experience: Has the innate ability to swing a sword ferociously. During an Adore raid, crucial nerves in his left arm were severed. Rather than have it amputated, Weyland leaves it to hang numb off his body. He is known to use this to bludgeon.
Skills: No inhibition
Position: Left hand man
Rust
Name: Cojisto Domka
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Appearance: Cojisto is a rather dark man, tanned from his many days training outdoors. He is taller than the average man, standing at 6'2" and is 210 lbs of (mostly) muscle. He strikes an intimidating figure as well as he usually wears open vests that show off his abs. Both his hair and eyes are a dark brown color, giving him an even darker look than he already had. He always wears metal chain-mail gloves into unknown situations so he wont hurt his hands.
Blade: At his back, Cojisto has a custom made Claymore. The blade is made out of black steel and is cut into two intertwining pieces that meet up roughly 45" away from the hilt (Note: although he possesses this weapon, he does not use it unless necessary). His primary weapon, as he enjoys using his hands, is a single Yawara (shown in pic) for his left hand. Being right handed, he prefers to keep that hand open. Finally, he has a bag full of Caltrops hanging from his waist for situations that call for them.
Experience: Cojisto was trained in the art of war by his teacher, Daku Rishmur. He turned out to be a quick learner as Daku set up real life combat situations for Cojisto to act out. Although they were only tests, they were absolutely serious and gave him real combat experience; while he knew they were tests, his opponents did not.
Skills: Cojisto has a great mind for combat. Tactics, techniques, "reading" his opponents. He has the skills to pull off just about anything that he would set his mind to in a hostile situation. He is also an honorable fighter, giving any living opponent a chance to defend themselves until their, or his, last breath. He has also taken up the practice of Acupuncture in order to further his knowledge of the body's pressure points.
Position: Lantern Lead
Ishilar
Name: Matsu Hirayama
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Appearance: Matsu stands at an imposing 6'5 with a lean and sinewy figure. The bangs of his long, often disheveled, black hair form a tattered curtain over his cloudy green eyes. Matsu's general attire consists of a worn black trench coat worn over unremarkable leather armor and a white undershirt, a set of black pants and boots as dark and worn as his trench coat. Scars adorn a vast amount of his body, primarily his torso whereas the only scar on his face is jagged cut beginning just above his left eye and stretching to the lower region of his cheek.
Blade: Matsu's weapon(s) consists of a large amount of intricate and interlocking blades that can be combined to form various other weapons. The basic form is a set of six single-sided knives whose four inch long blades form a guard over the handles, and a longer dagger with a six inch blade with no guard. The six knives can be attached and locked along either side of the length of a long, steel base which can in turn be attached to a basic hilt to form a sword totaling thirty inches in length, twenty-four of which form the blade. Finally, rather than a sword, the dagger can be attached to the end of the steel base to form a rudimentary spear. Matsu most typically carries his weapon in sword form on his back with the dagger in a belt. However, there are holsters inside his trench coat to hold all six knives should he be using the spear form or base form.
Experience: Matsu is a psychotic killer who frequently kills whatever is nearby for the hell of it. Because of this, he has often been pursued in the past by bounty hunters and what law enforcement exists alike, but never been captured. Beyond those skirmishes, Matsu has an understanding of the currents of the 'underworld' of the world, given that he is a resident himself.
Skills: Among Matsu's hobbies are refined skills in torture (both physical and mental), avoiding being sighted and hiding, in addition to possessing unnaturally strong instincts to compensate for his underwhelming intelligence.
Position: Spider 2
Nissadex
Name: Kieta (Kee-ay-tah) Sa'ixxy
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Appearance: Chin lenght brown hair, with a green shine in the light, left to swirl around her face. Deep green eyes. 5'9" and built for strenght, with curves that hint at the muscles beneith. She is in no way small, she is tall and while curvy, she doesn't appreciate her appearence. Has a fitted breastplate of steel tinted silvery green, which she wears ontop of a chainmail curiass. Silvery green steel shoulder guards and gauntlets adorn her arms, and her legs are fitted with tight, protective leather leggings and more silver-green steel plated highboots. Sometimes she dawns a thick leather cape, and/or a silver green steel Great Barrel helm. She moves slower than your adverage person because of the extra weight of her armour. When she sleeps, she removes her highboots, breastplate, and curiass, leaving her chest and arms bare and her legs only protected by her leather leggings. However, since she is modest and relitively shy about her own appearence, she covers herself with her cape and sleeps wrapped up inside of it.
Blade: Across her back she carries a greatsword, 4'9" tall, 6" wide blade at the hilt. The blade is the same silver green tempered steel of her armour, and the hilt is made to resemble a tree branch, the pommel a magnolia, painted pink. On her right arm is a sheild, with the coat of a wolf arching beautifully over a silvery pink flower. In a sheith about her waist, a smaller longsword is scabbarded, the twin of its larger sister on her back, pommeled, though, instead with a bushel of lilac, painted purple.
Experience: Living in a large family with a strong, precious bloodline, Kieta had a sheltered life growing up. One of two siblings, she was the eldest, but surprisingly the most well behaived. The younger left home long before Kieta, being rebellious and misbehaived. Kieta stayed for one more year before setting out on her own, her only knowledge of the world being that from the sheltered home she was raised in. Her family tutor taught her swordsmanship, and her armour, swords, and sheild are all family heirlooms. Upon moving out in the world, she discovers the misdoings of Adore, and seeks to twarth them, being filled with the sense and need to do what is right.
Skills: Kieta is an excellent chef, seamstress, and maid. She was taught all the things a nice young lady should know, and is proficient in reading, writing, and aritmatic. She is also the top of her class in swordsmanship, archery, and horsemanship, though other than her sheltered academy she has had very little real life combat experience.
Position: Lantern 2
Broken Alleluia
Name: Emerald (real name is unknown)
Age: By all appearances, she is in her late teens.
Sex: Female
Appearance: Emerald is not a person of large physical structure, but this does not take away from her imperial presence. She is built like a dancer, all bones and sleek limbs; her skin - sprinkled with freckles across her exposed shoulders - like a layer of silk pulled tight over finely crafted muscle. She wears her golden curls piled atop her head, kept in place by a myriad of pins speckled with her namesake gemstone, except for the choice locks which frame her delicate, princess-esque face. Emerald dresses scantly, in an outfit designed for agility and flexibility over coverage. A corset of black scales leaves her stomach and the top curve of her breasts exposed, a matching pair leggings extend to mid-thigh. A long vest of sheer veridian gossamer falls off her shoulders, billowed about her pale form, the hem ruffling at her knees. A pair of greave-like slips made of the same black scales cover her calves and forearms, while her feet remain bare, soles tough from years of disregarding shoes. Emerald wears very little jewelry, a copper bracelet on her ankle, and a golden locket resting between her breasts: an oval shape, with the initials ASN on the outer shell. Her beauty is infamous, her eyes most of all: a pure, perfect green, touched with gold and purple; eyes made for laughing, but always full of hate. The allure of her figure is offset by her icy personality. Never is there a smile, a touch of true laughter, as if the glass if not even half-full, just empty. She is truly a gem: hard and sleek, mysterious and enthralling, yet...cold.
Blade: At first glance, Emerald appears to wield nothing but a sleek silver pistol, holstered to her leg. In truth, there are a multitude of throwing knives, stars, darts, and needles hidden on her person, in secret pouches in her leggings or the lacing on the back of her corset. Even the pins on her hair can serve as weapons. For close combat, hidden in her forearm coverings are two matching steel fans with flare out to be twenty inches in breadth, the ribs of which are coated in a green silk. If all else fails, Emerald relies on seven years of martial arts, though this is hardly needed. However, there is one means of gaining an advantage that she will never take part in: the means of using lust and sex to acquire favors or garner information. This too, is infamous in Adore: the Emerald Princess, as aloof socially as she is in combat.
Experience: Emerald has been a student of the dervish dance since she awoke thirteen years ago in chains, locked up in a dark cell. She was kept there for weeks, nearly starved, struggling to remember her life, her name, until there were no memories before the cell. Only blurs. Scarcely in the threshold of her childhood, and it was over. Eventually, she was visited by a smirking woman, adorned in a black poncho, who gave her two options: service or death. Emerald has been a member of Adore ever since, rising swiftly through the ranks until she was promoted into the Gun ranks.
Skills: She has perfected a style of dervish dancing which is effective from a distance as well as in direct melee: a dance of death, weaving in among the opponent's attacks, deflecting them and using the momentum to spin, kick, and roll in an intricate whirlwind. Her attacks are quick and subtle, until her enemy is stumbling about - a torn tendon here, a missing finger, pressure points peppered with paralyzing needles. Her pistol - with the name 'Judgment' branded on the side - often delivers the killing shot, execution style. She had a reputation for being clever, quick, and above all, merciless.
Edit: Aug 09, 08
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