Forsaken Wolves OOC (RES n Ethereal)
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Forsaken Wolves OOC (RES n Ethereal)
FORSAKEN WOLVES GUILD
"We fight for money. Regardless of country, morality or motive, we get the job done."
-Raventyde Guild Meister, Othella Kilo Rekiendhr
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Mercenary + Guild = FW Guild rp!
Now the Forsaken Wolves isn't the only Merc Guild out there but one of many. Raventide, Fallen Blade, Ironflames, Crimson Brands etc.
Our story revolves around two mercenaries, one who is willing to work and one who isn't. They both have their own reasons for why they are in the same Guild, but it isn't until they are suddenly involved in the same problems that they come to understand each other and what it is to be a Mercenary.
Mercenary Hierarchy of Authority: Mercenaries belong to ranks of strength and ability.
Meister
General (possible candidates for Meister)
C1-Commander
C2-Captain
First Class Gideon
Second Class Gideon
Third Class Neophyte: Lowest rank, newbie or mercenary in training, usually called Third Class.
Currency of the 'Realm':
Sterling Bits: Small molded beads of silver in equal size and weight that is exchanged for everyday use and generally used by the lower Class. They can be combined with Ada Coins for even higher amounts.
Adamantine Coins: High priced quarters of Adamantine metal that is the signature currency of the Middle Class.
Republic Dollars: Minted and mixed gold and black gold coins to represent the Elite higher class and royalty. Similar color schemed paper dollars can also be used.
Forsaken Wolf Guild
Age: 120 years
Current Guild Meister/Master: Drakan Vistaxene
Age: 65
Hair: Silver
Eyes: Light blue flecks with white
Bio: Drakan has been the Meister for over thirty years and spends a lot of time in his office doing paperwork.
Brant Olisiuer
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Hair: Blueish black
Eyes: Purple/red
Merc Rank: General
Weapon: Twin Swords
Bio: Was Tyth's former partner for two years until their last job together which ended in them splitting up. He is a very strong and is one of the many highly requested in their Guild so he isn't seen often. His is currently married to a woman named Javi and has one son named Furyian. When he doesn't have any jobs, he trains new Mercs and spars with others to keep himself fit.
Name: Tythlany Nightfox
Gender: Female
Rank: Bartender, Class C2 (on leave/hiatus)
Eyes: Black
Hair: Light blue and white
Height: 5'8"
Weapons: Starbow, Dragonscythe and Heliodisk.
Age: 23
Bio: Tyth works as a bartender at the guild and avoids wearing the white apron the waitresses use. Her last job she refuses to talk about and only the Meister knows her reasons for going to Hiatus status. She is considered a student (out of forty) of Brant's and refuses to spar or join other mercenaries in jobs. Tyth can't stand a dirty bar and tends to start throwing sharp objects of any kind if numerous messes are made on or around the tavern area. She also considers vegetarians to be weaklings.
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Ether, go ahead and post your character info, or if you want let it be revealed later in the rp.
"We fight for money. Regardless of country, morality or motive, we get the job done."
-Raventyde Guild Meister, Othella Kilo Rekiendhr
---
Mercenary + Guild = FW Guild rp!
Now the Forsaken Wolves isn't the only Merc Guild out there but one of many. Raventide, Fallen Blade, Ironflames, Crimson Brands etc.
Our story revolves around two mercenaries, one who is willing to work and one who isn't. They both have their own reasons for why they are in the same Guild, but it isn't until they are suddenly involved in the same problems that they come to understand each other and what it is to be a Mercenary.
Mercenary Hierarchy of Authority: Mercenaries belong to ranks of strength and ability.
Meister
General (possible candidates for Meister)
C1-Commander
C2-Captain
First Class Gideon
Second Class Gideon
Third Class Neophyte: Lowest rank, newbie or mercenary in training, usually called Third Class.
Currency of the 'Realm':
Sterling Bits: Small molded beads of silver in equal size and weight that is exchanged for everyday use and generally used by the lower Class. They can be combined with Ada Coins for even higher amounts.
Adamantine Coins: High priced quarters of Adamantine metal that is the signature currency of the Middle Class.
Republic Dollars: Minted and mixed gold and black gold coins to represent the Elite higher class and royalty. Similar color schemed paper dollars can also be used.
Forsaken Wolf Guild
Age: 120 years
Current Guild Meister/Master: Drakan Vistaxene
Age: 65
Hair: Silver
Eyes: Light blue flecks with white
Bio: Drakan has been the Meister for over thirty years and spends a lot of time in his office doing paperwork.
Brant Olisiuer
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Hair: Blueish black
Eyes: Purple/red
Merc Rank: General
Weapon: Twin Swords
Bio: Was Tyth's former partner for two years until their last job together which ended in them splitting up. He is a very strong and is one of the many highly requested in their Guild so he isn't seen often. His is currently married to a woman named Javi and has one son named Furyian. When he doesn't have any jobs, he trains new Mercs and spars with others to keep himself fit.
Name: Tythlany Nightfox
Gender: Female
Rank: Bartender, Class C2 (on leave/hiatus)
Eyes: Black
Hair: Light blue and white
Height: 5'8"
Weapons: Starbow, Dragonscythe and Heliodisk.
Age: 23
Bio: Tyth works as a bartender at the guild and avoids wearing the white apron the waitresses use. Her last job she refuses to talk about and only the Meister knows her reasons for going to Hiatus status. She is considered a student (out of forty) of Brant's and refuses to spar or join other mercenaries in jobs. Tyth can't stand a dirty bar and tends to start throwing sharp objects of any kind if numerous messes are made on or around the tavern area. She also considers vegetarians to be weaklings.
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Ether, go ahead and post your character info, or if you want let it be revealed later in the rp.
Re: Forsaken Wolves OOC (RES n Ethereal)
Full Name: Zied Gray
Nickname: Silver
Age: 25
Merc Rank:Neophyte/Third Class
Appearance:
Notable Feature(s):
Different Colored irises. (Left: Black, Right: Blue)
One leather glove, Right hand.
Only Merc who wears a Cross necklace
Weapon(s): Katars, Oriental Sword.
Bio: A wandering Mercenary before recently joining the Forsaken Wolves guild. Zied has lived his life as one of many freelance mercenaries out there. Never the type of merc who sought fame or glory, Zied only cares about getting a job done and getting paid. Zied never had plans of joining a Mercenary Guild before but there was one job he took, where he was forced to team up with one member of Forsaken Wolves, that made him reconsider.
Details about his sudden change of heart remains locked within himself. Although he is currently ranked among the lowest, he is absolutely not a newbie. He frequents the Guild Bar and keeps to himself most of the time.
Nickname: Silver
Age: 25
Merc Rank:Neophyte/Third Class
Appearance:
Notable Feature(s):
Different Colored irises. (Left: Black, Right: Blue)
One leather glove, Right hand.
Only Merc who wears a Cross necklace
Weapon(s): Katars, Oriental Sword.
Bio: A wandering Mercenary before recently joining the Forsaken Wolves guild. Zied has lived his life as one of many freelance mercenaries out there. Never the type of merc who sought fame or glory, Zied only cares about getting a job done and getting paid. Zied never had plans of joining a Mercenary Guild before but there was one job he took, where he was forced to team up with one member of Forsaken Wolves, that made him reconsider.
Details about his sudden change of heart remains locked within himself. Although he is currently ranked among the lowest, he is absolutely not a newbie. He frequents the Guild Bar and keeps to himself most of the time.
- Spoiler:
- Another Day, Another Life
How many years has it been now? I wonder...
Why? Why do I wonder? I don't know...
Am I to live the rest of my life like this? I don't know...
Who cares? Nobody...
Beneath the shade of a large maple tree, in the middle of the day, I woke up disturbed. My hands found their way to my forehead, seemingly an unconscious attempt of mine to calm my storm... it didn't work.
Another day, just like any other day would surely come, I lived. As I lay still, contemplating on the fact that I was given another life to live, screams filled the air. Those were terrified screams, nearly bone-chilling for an ordinary person to hear - but I was different. I am used to hearing these kinds of things, used to seeing what could have caused those screams... bandits I assumed.
They were nearby, judging from the loudness of the scream, they were just beyond the tall grass patch that blocked my view of the nearby road. "Please stop!", "Don't kill us!" How many times have I heard those lines? I lost count. It seems they wouldn't be quieting down any sooner...
Whether it was out of irritation, or my strong urge to drift back to sleep, I, Zied Gray, the man that had nothing to do with what was happening on the road, stood up and crossed the grass patch, parting the tall blades as I went through. My curiosity was sated, I was right about the bandits.
There they were, five of them mongrels given another day to live, just like myself. They stopped a caravan being towed by a half dead jackass, rummaged through the cargo it contained but appears to have not found anything of value. I looked at the owners of the caravan. A sickly middle-aged man, wounded and rendered helpless, a pleading wife in tears, held by a bandit at knife point, and a fine looking daughter in tattered clothing - in the middle of being raped.
She was not resisting. Her eyes were fierce, like a tiger's. The moment I stepped on the road, our eyes met. Her gaze bore a hole through me. The look in her eyes told me that she knew she was doing the right thing, and I knew she was asking me to do the same. Unconsciously I chuckled. The right thing? Who would have thought that allowing herself to be raped would be the right thing to do? Perhaps... perhaps it was under their given circumstance. But what was the right thing for me to do?
My presence was acknowledged by the crying woman, her words were simple yet I couldn't understand it. "Help us please!" Why should I? I am neither a knight, nor am I a person who upholds the law. Zied Gray is just another mercenary with hands heavily stained with blood. I am no better than the bandits before me.
Then it was the turn of the bandits to acknowledge my presence. They mistook me as the bodyguard of the caravan. I scoffed at their insult. I, Zied Gray, would never allow myself to take a job where I wouldn't be guaranteed a high pay for my mercenary services. I told the bandits the truth about me. They laughed and told me to walk away. I intended to do so, charity was never my thing - but her tiger-like eyes caught my gaze once more... and then her words reached me, like music to my ears...
"I can pay your price in republic dollars!"
Perhaps the following event is best not told in detail, I accepted the lady's job offer. Who wouldn't? We were talking about republic dollars. I mutilated the bandits with ease, all five of them, only to learn the truth behind the lady's words. There was no republic dollars, only a few pieces of sterling bits. By my count, it wasn't even enough to keep her family's mouths fed three times in a day. I was richer than them.
The lady told me that I was a poor excuse for a mercenary, unlike the one she once was. She tricked me and had the nerve to insult my pride and my life. It took all the strength I had to stay my blade. I would have drawn her blood had she said another word of insult.
"There are more precious things in life than money mercenary, remember that for it will save you."
I was about to leave the family when she tossed a sword at my feet. She said it was worth a couple republic dollars, and that it was the last sword ever forged by her father, the sickly man who couldn't defend his family from mere bandits. She said she had left her life as a mercenary of the Forsaken Wolves long ago and didn't need the sword anymore. I checked the sword, it was a fine piece of work, excellent even, and from the looks it, the sword would not only fetch a couple republic dollars if sold at the right shop.
I didn't know what came over me, but I felt like the lady had given me something really precious. It made me feel... inhuman. She refused to take back the sword, she said she too had her own pride. A very strong woman indeed. I ended up forcefully buying the sword from them. I left them all the money I ever saved from my previous jobs, it should be more than enough to buy them a small farm.
Why did I ever do that? Perhaps because she had shown me a path to a new life. I'm still trying to understand it myself, and this oriental sword will serve as my reminder of her, and the path that she had shown me. Perhaps one day, when I finally understand what it meant to live, I could thank her... for now, I should try walking in her footsteps.
Forsaken Wolves huh...
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