Hello hello!
Most likely, seeing this new discussion thread reminded you of this one in the Red Dog Inn section of the forum. Well, soon after this one was created, the following problem appeared: since the Inn is a public section, any Esteren Player could stumble upon potentially mysterious Characters, and get to know everything about NPCs that are supposed to be secretive and to hold surprises for the PCs.
Therefore, in order to keep things between GLs, and to make sure not to spoil the surprise of your Players, here is a brand new, Leaders-only discussion thread, where you will be able to scheme in the shadows!
And of course, a French version of this topic has been created as well.
So let me (secretly) tell you about this Character...
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So let me (secretly) tell you about this Character...
Allez, come on, allons-y, here we go, en avant, godspeed, hardi, let's do this!
Re: So let me (secretly) tell you about this Character...
So, to instill some new blood into this thread, and to make a connection with the French version... and also because Dragoslav challenged me to do it, I give you Rhonwyl, a Character which I hope you will enjoy!
By the way, this Character is inspired by an existing character, and if you manage to find the source, I swear I'll pay you a drink if I meet you. The French members had no luck so far, but maybe you'll be able to guess?
Rhonwyl, “The Bull”
"If someone treats you like a pushover, get them the once over!"
Male, Talkéride, 29 years old, troop leader
Ways: Combativeness: 6. Créativity: 2. Empathy: 4. Reason: 1. Conviction: 2. | Skills: Close Combat: 5 (Axes: 8, Unarmed Fighting: 7, +2 bonus), Crafts: 3, Erudition: 1, Feats: 5 (Endurance: 7, Feats of Strength: 9, +2 bonus to strength, +2 bonus to all rolls, -1 penalty to agility), Natural Environment: 5 (First Aid: 6, Survival: 6), Perception: 5 (Alertness: 6), Relation: 5 (Command: 6, Intimidation: 7, Persuasion: 7, bonus +1), Shooting and Throwing: 3 (+2 bonus), Stealth: 2 (-1 penalty), Travel: 4. | Advantages: Charismatic, Colossus. | Disadvantages: Awkward, Slow. | Sanity: Mental Resistance: 7. Orientation: Instinctive. Trauma: 13. | Combat: Attack: 13 (Axes: 16, Unarmed: 15, Shooting and Throwing: 11). Defense: 13. Speed: 10. Potential: 2. | Survival Points: 3 | Health: 19. Stamina: 10.
The man named the Bull is not a being of exception: he is not from a prestigious family of nobles, a long line of heroes, or filthy rich merchants. What he has managed to achieve today, he has earned it with his own hands, and he is disposed to tell his story to whoever asks, as an example to follow.
Rhonwyl grew up in a moderately important village, a few miles away from Deanaidh, in the southwest of the peninsula... grew up, but not “was born”, for he was a foundling, a peculiarity that haunted him through his whole childhood. He never felt truly accepted; there always seemed to be an unbreakable barrier between he and those he shared the life of without really being a family. When he reached adulthood, he found no career to pursue, except the one of warrior... a poorly-considered fighter who would certainly have no other hope than to be grudgingly thanked for his prowess, and would probably end up dying as anonymously as he lived. Thus, when an annual visit to Deanaidh gave him the opportunity to join a group of mercenaries, he jumped at the chance, attracted by the perspective of earning recognition through the strength of his arms.
Unfortunately, such a hope did not come true. Actually, it was worse than before: talking about the strength of his arms, the colossus was only given attention for that, his employers and even his peers having little regard for him and only caring about him doing what he was told. This lasted until the near-entirety of the troop was slaughtered during some stupid war led by two stupid rival lords. It was after these weeks of traumatic struggles that he had enough, and decided that he would handle things his way. Not to create yet another bandit gang or mercenary company. No, he would give a second chance to every outcast, every pariah, every spurned person... he would take them under his wing and allow them to yearn for something better.
The first step of his idea started with the recruitment of a handful of his surviving colleagues, and it has kept gaining importance since then: the anonymous group became a troop, then a veritable horde. Today, the “Bull's Pack” numbers about fifty members, and it is still growing. People often get worried when they see this small army led by a giant, but in that regard, Rhonwyl is adamant: they are neither marauders, nor looters, nor bandits. They eke out a living as they can, but never through dishonest means. Never.
Personality
Character Traits: Passionate, Wrathful.
Disorder: Syndrome of Elation (Elation).
Rhonwyl is a big bull of a man; an analogy made all the more striking by the large skull he wears as a helmet: the one of an aurochs he is said to have killed himself, with his bare hands. Wielding a heavy ax and wearing thick hide armor, his titanic appearance matches his behavior: fiery in his convictions as well as in his actions, he knows how to rouse crowds with easily excessive enthusiasm, shouting more often than he speaks, and quelling any opposition with tireless energy. Also, he has taken the easily unnerving habit of talking of himself in the third person, a quirk most often overlooked by his followers, but which can be unsettling to behold.
In spite of what may seem like authoritarianism, the Bull is fundamentally a good-hearted man, whose purpose is to lead those he can toward the right path, and who always stands ready to protect them and teach them what he knows. His heart is in the right place, but unfortunately, he is losing himself: yearning for recognition, he is becoming increasingly drunk with power, and with the support of those who join him, he is more and more categorical and ambitious in his actions.
Rumor
"Yep, I got to see the one they name the Bull, and I can tell you I have a bad feeling about the whole thing. Oh, sure, the man's well-meaning, I'm not denying that, but sooner or later, things are going to take a wrong turn, and the one who'll have to sort out the whole mess will feel sorry. Believe me, it's only a matter of time."
Dalaigh, Varigal
By the way, this Character is inspired by an existing character, and if you manage to find the source, I swear I'll pay you a drink if I meet you. The French members had no luck so far, but maybe you'll be able to guess?
Rhonwyl, “The Bull”
"If someone treats you like a pushover, get them the once over!"
Male, Talkéride, 29 years old, troop leader
Ways: Combativeness: 6. Créativity: 2. Empathy: 4. Reason: 1. Conviction: 2. | Skills: Close Combat: 5 (Axes: 8, Unarmed Fighting: 7, +2 bonus), Crafts: 3, Erudition: 1, Feats: 5 (Endurance: 7, Feats of Strength: 9, +2 bonus to strength, +2 bonus to all rolls, -1 penalty to agility), Natural Environment: 5 (First Aid: 6, Survival: 6), Perception: 5 (Alertness: 6), Relation: 5 (Command: 6, Intimidation: 7, Persuasion: 7, bonus +1), Shooting and Throwing: 3 (+2 bonus), Stealth: 2 (-1 penalty), Travel: 4. | Advantages: Charismatic, Colossus. | Disadvantages: Awkward, Slow. | Sanity: Mental Resistance: 7. Orientation: Instinctive. Trauma: 13. | Combat: Attack: 13 (Axes: 16, Unarmed: 15, Shooting and Throwing: 11). Defense: 13. Speed: 10. Potential: 2. | Survival Points: 3 | Health: 19. Stamina: 10.
The man named the Bull is not a being of exception: he is not from a prestigious family of nobles, a long line of heroes, or filthy rich merchants. What he has managed to achieve today, he has earned it with his own hands, and he is disposed to tell his story to whoever asks, as an example to follow.
Rhonwyl grew up in a moderately important village, a few miles away from Deanaidh, in the southwest of the peninsula... grew up, but not “was born”, for he was a foundling, a peculiarity that haunted him through his whole childhood. He never felt truly accepted; there always seemed to be an unbreakable barrier between he and those he shared the life of without really being a family. When he reached adulthood, he found no career to pursue, except the one of warrior... a poorly-considered fighter who would certainly have no other hope than to be grudgingly thanked for his prowess, and would probably end up dying as anonymously as he lived. Thus, when an annual visit to Deanaidh gave him the opportunity to join a group of mercenaries, he jumped at the chance, attracted by the perspective of earning recognition through the strength of his arms.
Unfortunately, such a hope did not come true. Actually, it was worse than before: talking about the strength of his arms, the colossus was only given attention for that, his employers and even his peers having little regard for him and only caring about him doing what he was told. This lasted until the near-entirety of the troop was slaughtered during some stupid war led by two stupid rival lords. It was after these weeks of traumatic struggles that he had enough, and decided that he would handle things his way. Not to create yet another bandit gang or mercenary company. No, he would give a second chance to every outcast, every pariah, every spurned person... he would take them under his wing and allow them to yearn for something better.
The first step of his idea started with the recruitment of a handful of his surviving colleagues, and it has kept gaining importance since then: the anonymous group became a troop, then a veritable horde. Today, the “Bull's Pack” numbers about fifty members, and it is still growing. People often get worried when they see this small army led by a giant, but in that regard, Rhonwyl is adamant: they are neither marauders, nor looters, nor bandits. They eke out a living as they can, but never through dishonest means. Never.
Personality
Character Traits: Passionate, Wrathful.
Disorder: Syndrome of Elation (Elation).
Rhonwyl is a big bull of a man; an analogy made all the more striking by the large skull he wears as a helmet: the one of an aurochs he is said to have killed himself, with his bare hands. Wielding a heavy ax and wearing thick hide armor, his titanic appearance matches his behavior: fiery in his convictions as well as in his actions, he knows how to rouse crowds with easily excessive enthusiasm, shouting more often than he speaks, and quelling any opposition with tireless energy. Also, he has taken the easily unnerving habit of talking of himself in the third person, a quirk most often overlooked by his followers, but which can be unsettling to behold.
In spite of what may seem like authoritarianism, the Bull is fundamentally a good-hearted man, whose purpose is to lead those he can toward the right path, and who always stands ready to protect them and teach them what he knows. His heart is in the right place, but unfortunately, he is losing himself: yearning for recognition, he is becoming increasingly drunk with power, and with the support of those who join him, he is more and more categorical and ambitious in his actions.
Rumor
"Yep, I got to see the one they name the Bull, and I can tell you I have a bad feeling about the whole thing. Oh, sure, the man's well-meaning, I'm not denying that, but sooner or later, things are going to take a wrong turn, and the one who'll have to sort out the whole mess will feel sorry. Believe me, it's only a matter of time."
Dalaigh, Varigal
Allez, come on, allons-y, here we go, en avant, godspeed, hardi, let's do this!
Re: So let me (secretly) tell you about this Character...
Nice.Clovis a écrit :So, to instill some new blood into this thread, and to make a connection with the French version... and also because Dragoslav challenged me to do it, I give you Rhonwyl, a Character which I hope you will enjoy!
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