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Im going to make mine a page as well, when I have spaces to do so!
You do what you please, Claine.
I'd make my character a page, but honestly I don't have spare slots. Well, I do, but I'm scared to use them in case I need them.
I'd make my character a page, but honestly I don't have spare slots. Well, I do, but I'm scared to use them in case I need them.
Here is her uncolored picture. I get a colored version up soon.
There's a lack of burly men so I decided to make one!
Meet Gregor Mc Kellyn, the first son of a scottish lord who despite his appearance is a relatively young lad, even if he proudly bears his clan-colors into battle and already posesses a moustache to be proud of. Brash, boisterous and ambitious Kellyn favors the broadsword and occasionally a buckler, although he is known for throwing it away in favor of focusing on offense rather than defense, this behaviour has earned him more than a few scars.
Despite the nobleman not having been as pampered as princes from other nations, Kellyn still has something of a noble mindset. He's used to being served good food every day and because of the training his family could afford he might think he's already way better with the sword than he actually is.
Full Name: Gregor McKellyn
Nickname: Greg the Broad
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 5'8 feet
Build: Stoic and muscular
Hair: Burnt orange hair that reaches into his neck. it is cut shorter around his skull to allow for the helmet.
Eye Color: Brown
Likes: Mead, party, drink, glorious combat, winning, attention, respect, hunting, cheese
Dislikes: quiet, losing, being ignored, cucumbers, bears, horseriding
Fears: Truly great monsters, loneliness
Abilities: He's a good swordsman although he has a lot to learn still. The advantage over commoners is that Gregor had trainers to teach him the ways of combat but he has less practical experience. He uses a buckler now and then but often discards of it and won't even use it if his trainers aren't looking.
Although not a marksman by any stretch he is good with the bow and the spear, at least for hunting purposes. He doesn't hunt on horseback like many of his fellows though.
Thanks to his noble upbringing the man is literate and knows a little bit more than the average warrior, however never being a man of the mind it's clan history for the most part.
He is strong, surprisingly agile and fast as he doesn't use a lot of armor. But while certainly not a moron his mind won't get him far and he rarely relies on knowledge.
Personality: Gregor is young, brash and boisterous. His arrogance is less condensending and more the idea that he is much mightier, stronger and more honorable than he actually is. That said his heart in the right place and he fights for the ideal of honor, even if ambition and dreams of glory is what really drives him forward.
Being the first son of a lord he is also accustomed to winning against his siblings. Although some of his younger brothers and sisters are smarter and wiser he is most certainly the strongest and has defeated them all multiple times in feats of strength. Because of this he is a really sore loser once it does happen and often he will keep challenging for a rematch or getting downright angry if he keeps losing.
Here you go, Heromachine 2.5 is limited so any artist who takes him up feel free to change a few things about his appearance or even tweak his personality a bit if you see fit. The gist of his history is in the blurb at the beginning.
Gonna get to work on all this now!
You don't all need to make character profiles!
You can if you want, but it's not necessary by any means!
Aaa Foxy! That second piece of art of Sidd on his profile is amazing! I can't wait to see it done!
Edit: Okay I think I'm done here
You don't all need to make character profiles!
You can if you want, but it's not necessary by any means!Aaa Foxy! That second piece of art of Sidd on his profile is amazing! I can't wait to see it done!
Edit: Okay I think I'm done here
Picture: 
Full Name: Marlon
Nickname: King of the Forest (A self-given title)
Species: Satyr
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Height: 6'
Build: Muscular
Hair and Fur: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Yellow
Likes: Fighting, alcohol, being a king, enormous feasts.
Dislikes: People not calling him by his title, losing fights, stuck-up-elves, responsibility.
Fears: That a nearby noble will send soldiers to hunt him down.
Abilities:
Brawling: Although Marlon carries a bone dagger, he doesn't often use it - preferring to brawl with his fists, horns and hooves. Compared to other fey, he lacks grace and elegance in his fighting technique.
Bluffing: Marlon is charismatic and a skilled liar. He can often talk people into doing what he wants or speaking freely about secret information. Mostly he is skilled due to practice, but his fey blood also plays part in his skill.
Thievery: Usually, he prefers brute force over stealth. However if the need arises, Marlon is capable of pickpocketing and picking locks with a needle.
Belongings: Bone dagger, gold tiara, stolen alcohol and jewelry.
Personality: Marlon's personality varies wildly depending on who he's addressing. If he considers himself stronger and in charge of the situation, he is rude and demanding. He's the king and you must obey his orders. However, when he does not have the upper hand he turns on the charm, and hope to flirt and lie his way back to the top.
In addition, Marlon is driven by greed. He's not the kind to help another, unless there is a prize at the end of the tunnel. He's always on the lookout for interesting trinkets or liquor.
History: Marlon does not speak openly of his history. Humans first noticed his presence about five years ago when travellers began to be mugged by a satyr while travelling through a quiet forest road. However, if you ask the fey of the forest, they claim he had been around for several years prior - ordering around the weaker forest creatures, having them bring him food and build his shelter.
He travels through a small patch of the forest - easily distinguishable by the golden tiara he always wears. He stole it long ago from a travelling highborn woman. Due to his constant movement, he's hard to find without a skilled tracker.
It goes without saying, that Marlon does not have many friends. Most of the other creatures of the forest either fear him or hate him. However, as he hasn't yet caused enough harm for a bounty to be placed on his head, or a nearby noble to send his guards after him.
Full Name: Marlon
Nickname: King of the Forest (A self-given title)
Species: Satyr
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Height: 6'
Build: Muscular
Hair and Fur: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Yellow
Likes: Fighting, alcohol, being a king, enormous feasts.
Dislikes: People not calling him by his title, losing fights, stuck-up-elves, responsibility.
Fears: That a nearby noble will send soldiers to hunt him down.
Abilities:
Brawling: Although Marlon carries a bone dagger, he doesn't often use it - preferring to brawl with his fists, horns and hooves. Compared to other fey, he lacks grace and elegance in his fighting technique.
Bluffing: Marlon is charismatic and a skilled liar. He can often talk people into doing what he wants or speaking freely about secret information. Mostly he is skilled due to practice, but his fey blood also plays part in his skill.
Thievery: Usually, he prefers brute force over stealth. However if the need arises, Marlon is capable of pickpocketing and picking locks with a needle.
Belongings: Bone dagger, gold tiara, stolen alcohol and jewelry.
Personality: Marlon's personality varies wildly depending on who he's addressing. If he considers himself stronger and in charge of the situation, he is rude and demanding. He's the king and you must obey his orders. However, when he does not have the upper hand he turns on the charm, and hope to flirt and lie his way back to the top.
In addition, Marlon is driven by greed. He's not the kind to help another, unless there is a prize at the end of the tunnel. He's always on the lookout for interesting trinkets or liquor.
History: Marlon does not speak openly of his history. Humans first noticed his presence about five years ago when travellers began to be mugged by a satyr while travelling through a quiet forest road. However, if you ask the fey of the forest, they claim he had been around for several years prior - ordering around the weaker forest creatures, having them bring him food and build his shelter.
He travels through a small patch of the forest - easily distinguishable by the golden tiara he always wears. He stole it long ago from a travelling highborn woman. Due to his constant movement, he's hard to find without a skilled tracker.
It goes without saying, that Marlon does not have many friends. Most of the other creatures of the forest either fear him or hate him. However, as he hasn't yet caused enough harm for a bounty to be placed on his head, or a nearby noble to send his guards after him.
Uploaded Gregor. 11 days left to get characters in!
LAST SECOND PANIC ENTRY WITH CAPS! I'm worse with digital art and don't have a scanner, so sorry if the quality's kinda crap.
The mage/merchant...
Full Name: Marcel Miresworth
Nickname: Marcy
Race: Frog
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Alignment: Neutral
Height: 1'9
Build: Average
Hair: None
Eye Color: Yellow
Likes: Gold, gems, exploring, treasure hunting, swimming, rain.
Dislikes: Haggling, thieves, cheapskates, the cold.
Fears: Not turning a profit.
Abilities: Earth and water magic, can use the former to detect gems in the ground. Training as a merchant.
Personality: Marcel is a kind, understanding individual... unless it cuts into her profits, of course. Almost every situation she finds herself in, she weighs the options and usually does whatever would profit her the most. Although even with this conniving trait, she does have some morals. Involving herself in a massacre isn't something she'd really want to be a part of, unless they had it coming or didn't have to put herself at risk. One of her greatest desires is just to be independent of others. Unfortunately, some of her methods when forced to deal with others tend to make her come across as just a greedy, self-centered, amoral dirtbag.
History: Born into a merchant family, Marcel was raised to take over the trade. Part of that covered learning magic as well, since her Father believed a good merchant had some way to defend themselves other than hired help, which were just a drain on income. However, while she had a desire for money to match any skilled trader, the actual bargaining and dealing with people for goods wore on her patience. Opting to take on more of an adventurer's lifestyle, she sought out jewels, relics and anything else she could recover from places like ruins and occasionally bandit dens, selling the findings from her excursions.
...and her golem.
Full Name: Ingens Gemma Monasteriense
Nickname: Rocky
Race: Golem
Gender: None
Age: Ancient
Height: 6'9
Build: Boulder with legs.
Hair: None
Eye Gem Color: Ruby red.
Likes: Gems, exploring, nature, caves, animals.
Dislikes: Cities, rain, running water, the unfavorable first impression it seems to give everyone, people flaunting their "special" senses like taste and smell.
Fears: Being stuck in "limbo" again.
Abilities: Very strong, can't feel physical pain.
Extra: An ancient golem imbued with its own personality and free will... though it requires a specific mage's energy to stay powered which keeps it under control to an extent. Rocky is powered by "eating" gems infused with Marcel's magic, a number of which it keeps in its pouch at all times.
Personality: Rocky prefers to take things at a slow pace, probably because that's the main speed it has. Generally relaxed and easygoing when Marcel's not ordering it to try and be otherwise, the golem may have a better moral compass than its handler some of the time. A bit put off by the way most people seem to be afraid of it at a glance, it's always seeking ways to make itself look more approachable, and has a preference for the colour pink.
History: Largely unknown. Marcel reactivated it and it tagged along with her since the only options it had were follow the only mage who could keep it functioning or resume quietly eroding in some dank ruin.
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A quick sketch of them together as well.
The mage/merchant...
Full Name: Marcel Miresworth
Nickname: Marcy
Race: Frog
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Alignment: Neutral
Height: 1'9
Build: Average
Hair: None
Eye Color: Yellow
Likes: Gold, gems, exploring, treasure hunting, swimming, rain.
Dislikes: Haggling, thieves, cheapskates, the cold.
Fears: Not turning a profit.
Abilities: Earth and water magic, can use the former to detect gems in the ground. Training as a merchant.
Personality: Marcel is a kind, understanding individual... unless it cuts into her profits, of course. Almost every situation she finds herself in, she weighs the options and usually does whatever would profit her the most. Although even with this conniving trait, she does have some morals. Involving herself in a massacre isn't something she'd really want to be a part of, unless they had it coming or didn't have to put herself at risk. One of her greatest desires is just to be independent of others. Unfortunately, some of her methods when forced to deal with others tend to make her come across as just a greedy, self-centered, amoral dirtbag.
History: Born into a merchant family, Marcel was raised to take over the trade. Part of that covered learning magic as well, since her Father believed a good merchant had some way to defend themselves other than hired help, which were just a drain on income. However, while she had a desire for money to match any skilled trader, the actual bargaining and dealing with people for goods wore on her patience. Opting to take on more of an adventurer's lifestyle, she sought out jewels, relics and anything else she could recover from places like ruins and occasionally bandit dens, selling the findings from her excursions.
...and her golem.
Full Name: Ingens Gemma Monasteriense
Nickname: Rocky
Race: Golem
Gender: None
Age: Ancient
Height: 6'9
Build: Boulder with legs.
Hair: None
Eye Gem Color: Ruby red.
Likes: Gems, exploring, nature, caves, animals.
Dislikes: Cities, rain, running water, the unfavorable first impression it seems to give everyone, people flaunting their "special" senses like taste and smell.
Fears: Being stuck in "limbo" again.
Abilities: Very strong, can't feel physical pain.
Extra: An ancient golem imbued with its own personality and free will... though it requires a specific mage's energy to stay powered which keeps it under control to an extent. Rocky is powered by "eating" gems infused with Marcel's magic, a number of which it keeps in its pouch at all times.
Personality: Rocky prefers to take things at a slow pace, probably because that's the main speed it has. Generally relaxed and easygoing when Marcel's not ordering it to try and be otherwise, the golem may have a better moral compass than its handler some of the time. A bit put off by the way most people seem to be afraid of it at a glance, it's always seeking ways to make itself look more approachable, and has a preference for the colour pink.
History: Largely unknown. Marcel reactivated it and it tagged along with her since the only options it had were follow the only mage who could keep it functioning or resume quietly eroding in some dank ruin.
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A quick sketch of them together as well.
Approved! However, I'm feeling bad, so I'm heading to bed early. I'll put him up later.
And she's up!
I'll also take this opportunity to close applications! Thank you everyone for the great characters
I'll also take this opportunity to close applications! Thank you everyone for the great characters
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