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Clover
User name: Clover
Have you read the rules? Yes
Character Name: Clover
Character Source: Original
Starting Location: Opealon
Physical Tendencies:
Personality Tendencies:
Physical Description:
Standing in at 6'5, Clover is a human male with a lean, muscular build. His face is small and feminine, usually twisted into a self-righteous pout. His long, flowing blonde hair is knotted up into an intricate ponytail that reaches down to his thighs. His skin is heavily tanned from years of overexposure to the sun, complimenting his piercing green eyes. Upon him, he wears a thin suit of copper iron, more stylish than it is functional.
Character History:
When the monarchies fell, so did the order of the world. The seven kingdoms that governed over the land of Magonus were rendered to cinders and ash. Plunged into anarchy, those who still valued the ways of the world they knew desperately held onto an old way of living. Villages and tribes were formed from the dust of war to keep tradition alive, but many died out. Chaos created heathens, and heathens destroyed. Many of the burgeoning new societies were snuffed out quickly by barbarians. These raids were bloody affairs, acts of violence perpetrated for the sake of violence. Survival was rare, but not unheard of. On occasion, these barbarians saw use for the people they had conquered. Clover was naught but six years old when he was taken. He never remembered much before that, and perhaps it was for the better.
What Clover wasn't lucky enough to forget, however, were his years in chains. Every waking moment of his life was one grueling labor after another. Menial, physical chores. Meaningless, empty work. The sort of work that might drive one mad. He remembered it all too clearly. The dried mud caked on his legs. The heavy packs upon his back. The unforgiving heat of a Magonian winter. The taunts of his captors. Good sleep was rare and good food was nonexistent. Sometimes he wondered why he still bothered to persevere.
Then he found his salvation. After a hellish decade as a slave, he awoke one morning to the sounds of battle. The makeshift camp of the raiders who had so cruelly razed his home had met the same fate. Through the smoke, a shimmer of hope. A knight in shining armor emerged, followed by six more. Awestruck, the boy stammered out one word. "Who...?"
They were a new force for law and order in an untamed land. Men who still believed in the virtues of polite society. They were The Old World, a strong-willed group of revolutionaries who longed to restore Magonus to its former glory. Clover had found a home, and a new purpose.
While initially reluctant to take in a youth who had spent his life among savages, they found him to be surprisingly persuasive. The boy had a way with words. Taken under the wings of his saviors, Clover spent the next eleven years climbing the ranks of their ever-growing empire. Not a single soul didn't respect Clover. His tenacious spirit and wealth of knowledge made him a model citizen in The Old World. Despite this, very few people actually enjoyed his company. He was seen as stiff, cold, and strict, even among his righteous peers. Nobody seemed to take their mission statement more seriously than he did. He was well-disciplined in several fighting styles, but always seemed to prefer filling his mind with culture and science over practicing his skills. He was an intellect at heart, and would always attempt to look at things from the most logical perspective. On his 27th birthday, his efforts were rewarded, and he was officially given the title High Councilor Clover, the Unbreakable.
The very next day, he woke up. The folly of the previous night's festivities already seemed miles away. His mind was foggy and his body was groggy. Worst of all, he wasn't in his bed. He wasn't in his tent. Somehow, someway, he knew. He knew that he wasn't in his world.
Abilities/Skills:
Elegant, Weighted Rapier [150]
Effect
Damage [Rank 3] - 300
Modifiers: Removable - (-150)
Clover's weapon of choice, the Elegant, Weighted Rapier is standard in most ways. Designed specifically for him, this thin blade was meticulously crafted by an Old World blacksmith, inscribed with intricate details and carvings that only someone with a good eye for fine art might notice. Clover is a large man, but enjoys the visual statement made by a modest, reasonably-sized sword. To accommodate for this, the handle houses a hefty weight just underneath the blade in order to create a more lethal tool. However, because the barbarians that he's fought over the years have never particularly favored armor, it is primarily made for use against bare skin and fabrics. Foes with strong protections or thick skins may prove to be a greater challenge for it. Additionally, as his sole weapon, the loss of it would force Clover into hand-to-hand combat, which he is notably less adept in.
"Old World" Copper Armor (High Ranking Official) [600]
Effect
Protection [Rank 3] - 300
Modifiers: Ongoing - 300
While fancier than the standard-issue armor that an Old World soldier would be given, it is also less functional. More of a fashion statement than actual protection, the armor of a high-ranking officer in The Old World is a thin copper shell, polished to a gorgeous sheen. The chest is adorned with their insignia - a black swan in mid-flight. Despite providing little defense, this armor allows a great range of mobility that one would not get with a heavier suit.
The Unbreakable Spirit [300]
Effect
Endurance [Rank 3]
In harsh situations, Clover lives up to his given title. With tenacity and willpower, he can force his way through conditions that would kill weaker men - though not always unharmed.
Evade [200]
Effect
Agility [Rank 1]
Clover is benefited by his high level of fitness and intense combat training, able to slide out of traps and avoid the strikes of an enemy he's equally matched against (or better than).
Well-Educated [300]
Skills
Humanities & Sciences [Rank 1]
Knowledge [Rank 5]
Clover has read a great deal of books in his life and studied a great deal of subjects. He puts it all to good use with his expertise on a wide array of topics.
Putty In My Hand [350]
Skills
Social [Rank 7]
Clover wouldn't be Clover if he didn't have his silver-tongue. Perhaps his defining character trait, his sly nature and way with words can seemingly mold whatever audience he may come across into whatever he wants it to be.
How much Essence did you spend? 1900
How much Essence do you have left? 100
Were you referred by an existing member? Morene Fellon
Have you read the rules? Yes
Character Name: Clover
Character Source: Original
Starting Location: Opealon
Physical Tendencies:
- Power(P): 5%
- Toughness(T): 20%
- Quickness(Q): 25%
- Skill(S): 50%
Personality Tendencies:
- Aggression(A): 5%
- Cunning(C): 30%
- Diplomacy(D): 55%
- Support(S): 10%
Physical Description:
Standing in at 6'5, Clover is a human male with a lean, muscular build. His face is small and feminine, usually twisted into a self-righteous pout. His long, flowing blonde hair is knotted up into an intricate ponytail that reaches down to his thighs. His skin is heavily tanned from years of overexposure to the sun, complimenting his piercing green eyes. Upon him, he wears a thin suit of copper iron, more stylish than it is functional.
Character History:
When the monarchies fell, so did the order of the world. The seven kingdoms that governed over the land of Magonus were rendered to cinders and ash. Plunged into anarchy, those who still valued the ways of the world they knew desperately held onto an old way of living. Villages and tribes were formed from the dust of war to keep tradition alive, but many died out. Chaos created heathens, and heathens destroyed. Many of the burgeoning new societies were snuffed out quickly by barbarians. These raids were bloody affairs, acts of violence perpetrated for the sake of violence. Survival was rare, but not unheard of. On occasion, these barbarians saw use for the people they had conquered. Clover was naught but six years old when he was taken. He never remembered much before that, and perhaps it was for the better.
What Clover wasn't lucky enough to forget, however, were his years in chains. Every waking moment of his life was one grueling labor after another. Menial, physical chores. Meaningless, empty work. The sort of work that might drive one mad. He remembered it all too clearly. The dried mud caked on his legs. The heavy packs upon his back. The unforgiving heat of a Magonian winter. The taunts of his captors. Good sleep was rare and good food was nonexistent. Sometimes he wondered why he still bothered to persevere.
Then he found his salvation. After a hellish decade as a slave, he awoke one morning to the sounds of battle. The makeshift camp of the raiders who had so cruelly razed his home had met the same fate. Through the smoke, a shimmer of hope. A knight in shining armor emerged, followed by six more. Awestruck, the boy stammered out one word. "Who...?"
They were a new force for law and order in an untamed land. Men who still believed in the virtues of polite society. They were The Old World, a strong-willed group of revolutionaries who longed to restore Magonus to its former glory. Clover had found a home, and a new purpose.
While initially reluctant to take in a youth who had spent his life among savages, they found him to be surprisingly persuasive. The boy had a way with words. Taken under the wings of his saviors, Clover spent the next eleven years climbing the ranks of their ever-growing empire. Not a single soul didn't respect Clover. His tenacious spirit and wealth of knowledge made him a model citizen in The Old World. Despite this, very few people actually enjoyed his company. He was seen as stiff, cold, and strict, even among his righteous peers. Nobody seemed to take their mission statement more seriously than he did. He was well-disciplined in several fighting styles, but always seemed to prefer filling his mind with culture and science over practicing his skills. He was an intellect at heart, and would always attempt to look at things from the most logical perspective. On his 27th birthday, his efforts were rewarded, and he was officially given the title High Councilor Clover, the Unbreakable.
The very next day, he woke up. The folly of the previous night's festivities already seemed miles away. His mind was foggy and his body was groggy. Worst of all, he wasn't in his bed. He wasn't in his tent. Somehow, someway, he knew. He knew that he wasn't in his world.
Abilities/Skills:
Elegant, Weighted Rapier [150]
Effect
Damage [Rank 3] - 300
Modifiers: Removable - (-150)
Clover's weapon of choice, the Elegant, Weighted Rapier is standard in most ways. Designed specifically for him, this thin blade was meticulously crafted by an Old World blacksmith, inscribed with intricate details and carvings that only someone with a good eye for fine art might notice. Clover is a large man, but enjoys the visual statement made by a modest, reasonably-sized sword. To accommodate for this, the handle houses a hefty weight just underneath the blade in order to create a more lethal tool. However, because the barbarians that he's fought over the years have never particularly favored armor, it is primarily made for use against bare skin and fabrics. Foes with strong protections or thick skins may prove to be a greater challenge for it. Additionally, as his sole weapon, the loss of it would force Clover into hand-to-hand combat, which he is notably less adept in.
"Old World" Copper Armor (High Ranking Official) [600]
Effect
Protection [Rank 3] - 300
Modifiers: Ongoing - 300
While fancier than the standard-issue armor that an Old World soldier would be given, it is also less functional. More of a fashion statement than actual protection, the armor of a high-ranking officer in The Old World is a thin copper shell, polished to a gorgeous sheen. The chest is adorned with their insignia - a black swan in mid-flight. Despite providing little defense, this armor allows a great range of mobility that one would not get with a heavier suit.
The Unbreakable Spirit [300]
Effect
Endurance [Rank 3]
In harsh situations, Clover lives up to his given title. With tenacity and willpower, he can force his way through conditions that would kill weaker men - though not always unharmed.
Evade [200]
Effect
Agility [Rank 1]
Clover is benefited by his high level of fitness and intense combat training, able to slide out of traps and avoid the strikes of an enemy he's equally matched against (or better than).
Well-Educated [300]
Skills
Humanities & Sciences [Rank 1]
Knowledge [Rank 5]
Clover has read a great deal of books in his life and studied a great deal of subjects. He puts it all to good use with his expertise on a wide array of topics.
Putty In My Hand [350]
Skills
Social [Rank 7]
Clover wouldn't be Clover if he didn't have his silver-tongue. Perhaps his defining character trait, his sly nature and way with words can seemingly mold whatever audience he may come across into whatever he wants it to be.
How much Essence did you spend? 1900
How much Essence do you have left? 100
Were you referred by an existing member? Morene Fellon
