Calvarot scans the hills before the group, where Mayze pointed out, and readies his polearm blade. He growls like a dire hound.
Let's go.
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Calvarot likes the sound of more coin, and isn't worried at all about any of the threats these lands have to offer. "If you have sufficient pay we can guard you back to Okorn, but we have a job out here to do before that happens. You can ride along, but if you become dead weight we will leave you behind. What coin you got?" Calvarot sees a body and potential resources. But bodies can die.
After Zazz speaks, Calvarot spits. "And at the end of the trail lies a settlement. Nephyx. We could rest there, or not. I have no care for going to that town."
Calvarot scans further.
"I don't think I caught your name earlier, friend. Long days and pleasant nights to you," he says with a grin, and leans over to offer a hand. "You're pretty handy with that axe." Calvarot ignores the offered hand and spits, as if he were chewing tobacco, just near enough the hand's direction to seem off-putting. "My name is Calvarot, kid. Nice horse... If you die in our company, I'm taking it." Calvarot seems to turn 'auto-pilot' back on after he finishes his superficial exchange, tuning out not just the rider at his side, but the road before them, and the world beyond that.
The youth these days are so damn green... How long must I wait to refuel my ranks strong before the city... Must I take them on again, alone?
"Well, I'm not gonna get paid for standing here like a fool..." Calvarot begins walking past the bird corpses down the path, seemingly indifferent to whether others follow or not.
Calvarot seems to be more annoyed at the old man and the android tending to him than he was with the rabid avian beasts.
He hates exuding blood. Feigning weakness. Hinting mortality. Remembering failure. "Alright, back off. I'm fine. It's done." As rugged as he is, those who have been with him awhile know that's the closest thing to a 'thank you' that can be found in Calvarot's vocabulary.
Calvarot pays no heed to the wound as it is inflicted, but takes advantage of the opportunity to pay the creature back.
Calvarot steels himself as he steps backwards from the great avian beast, and goes forth to slay the annoyance in his way.
As he stabs forward, he grunts; not intelligibly, but a mannerism telling of his mind sizing up the events before him.
"Beware, there are mongrels about."
Calvarot approaches without fear, but immense caution.
Calvarot grimaces, disgust seething from his teeth. "In these times it's the mad dogs who've got any sense to give a damn about the deranged s&*+ that's being spewed upon the world.Yeah, I'll make sure all your ducks are in a row, Lachlan. Don't worry about me burning down your facades." He ends the conversation before anything more is said, turning about face and strutting with his group, denying Lachlan further audience. Piss off, rich man.
Calvarot pockets the weighty pieces with a certain rapture that would usually escape his person. As he sees Tomin with his wand, his grin turns to grimace as he peddles his pay away... To the man with the money:
At mention of the horrid city, Calvarot widens a slim grin. His nemesis giving him ample reason to make a little hell? Couldn't be a better day. "I am Calvarot Tohgren. If it's New Anodos who's man-handling you, I'll make sure to it personally that you get your goods." He gives a kurt gesture in lieu of a bow, as if his spine were in a brace constructed by his permeating pride.
Calvarot eyes the wares in front of Hormel's, and nabs one of the water purification tablets. He reminisces about one of his ventures near the mountains beside New Anodos, and how a snitching vagabond lifted his own off of him. Better get a couple of these... Keep them closer this time. He goes to the merchant with a grunt and some gesturing, clearly asking non-verbally how much for the tablet. He cares not for the annoying pidgin speak, and to minimize its presence in his ears is a luxury he'd aggressively defend. He pulls some silver from his back pocket, to reassure the transaction.
Calvarot sizes up the lizardfolk and the robed man as he sits by, swigs alcohol, and listens as their conversation unfolds with his companions.
"Just give me something hard."
It helps him calm down. "Mayze, do we need anything from here?" He gestures to the preserved foods and odds-and-ends lining the wall. "I'll also take that round you offered." As the bartender brings whatever fell mead he would, Calvarot gestures to the elf-blooded lass in a very obvious and gruff 'put it on her tab' sort of mannerism.
Calvarot enters Wugthorts, keeping one eye on the drunks within, and one eye on the door.
"'Tender, you got anything other than 'droid oil in here?"
Calvarot sees nothing but the usual clatter of waywards, deems nothing amiss and begins to walk towards Wugthorts. "You ain't be fibbing about that round now, Mayze. We been walking too long for fibs."
"Yeah... I am a bit of a sociopath... but I'm certainly better than those pigs who sit on the top of New Anodos..."
Calvarot opens up his cloak for the guard to search him, paying him no mind, bardiche in hand, held like a king's scepter.
"I've only got what you can see, whelp. You can either trust it or not, it won't change truth."
If I need to check in again, this is what that is. Our crew is straight up heartless so far. Lol. Our diplomacy checks may all very well become intimidate checks...
Can we talk about party relationship dynamics? From my understanding we will have been together for at least a few days as a combat ready squad. So far, Mayze and I have had a passive relationship in business, but due to circumstances we have traveled together, along with you all. My character's background pits him as a leadership figure, warring against the Corps. In the party he would self impose himself as a leader, perhaps not directly to his bent of attacking the Corp kingdoms again, but would function in a self imposed leadership manner, especially in combat situations. He would not necessarily be one to tell people what to do, or even want to, but would have a clear idea of what the best decision is in most situations and would fight fir what he believesis right in the moment. That's my character's bent, and I'm wondering what bents and motives everyone else has with their characters, and how you think they might interact in game. What will the social dynamics of our paramilitary team look like, especially taking into account their backgrounds? I ask not because I inherently want to be a power hungry boss or anything, but because I want to be able to interact within our group more organically, and seek mutual ooc understanding for the in game benefit of seamlessness. I mean, this will all play out on its own in game, but if we have a preset measure of cooperation and in character understanding of each other, then I want to be able to work with that. Thanks team, I'm looking forward to this campaign.
This is Calvarot's personality overview. His background is littered throughout. Mayze what do you think? Can you tie any of this in? Reputation- Known as one of the boldest and coldest warlords out there. Led a menial warfront against one of the cities to the north, and failed. He gained the name 'Calvarot' due to the grisly tactics he implemented in his battles, using the bodies of his dead cavalry-men as cover in battle and shelter out of it, without shame. But he is ready to rebuild and try again. Invincible Complex- Even though his whole battalion died in front of him, he was still alive. He believes he cannot fail. He believes himself indestructible. Bullheaded- If someone gets in his way, he will go through them. If someone opposes him, he will destroy them. When he decides something, he doesn't think about it any longer; rather, he does it. Debtor- Has a great debt to pay to Mayze, and she won't let him get away from it any further (yeah?) Emotional Husk- One would think this man an android due to his hardened nature. He is so battle-scarred and wounded by the chaos of the outside world that the parts of his psyche which try to avail to ideals and forms of righteousness have been completely ruptured. Sometimes they will peak up, but it is an uncommon thing. Strategic to the Core- He will sacrifice others for his survival, without second thought. He has seen many of his close compatriots die before his hands, and he has sent men in his folds to their death before. When the goal is determined, he will achieve that goal. Envy- Hates the people who live 'inside', thinks them pampered and entitled, when the rest of the world is a hellhole. Wants to bring them down to his level and take what they have for his survival. Freedom Fighter- Calvarot wants to bring siege to the people inside of the walls, to destroy their companies' hold of control on all people, that the suffering of those outside (subconsciously, the suffering he endured as a wandering child outside the civilizations) might be alleviated, and that all men might be equalized. He wants to retrieve the heads of all CEO's as personal trophies. Personal Secret- Corps Heritage: He will never admit to it, because of his hatred for those people, but his grandfather lived in those high complexes. He was fired and was marooned outside to fend for himself. He regrets his grandfather for more reasons than one. Little does Calvarot know, however, that his grandfather's blood gave him terrible gifts beyond his comprehension... Big Spender-When he sees an artifact or salvageable piece of tech, or what he deems as treasure, he will become reckless, and without second thought do whatever it takes to get that item, even if it conflicts with his strategic and logical thinking. This has caused him a bout of trouble in the past few years. Soft Spot- the Children: He will also forego strategic and logical thinking whenever a child is involved. He is emotionally unable to show overt kindness to them in conversation, but will slay a man where he stands if he tries to take advantage of them. In his spare time he will often find children who have been enslaved by beggarmongers, and make the child take him to their master, where he will rip off the whole of their skin.
I as well my friend, I as well. I'll carve out the details of my backstory and get all my profile crunch in order... are there any specific info bits you need on our headliner thingies?
That map is legit. This is really sizing up! Am I allowed to post here?
Awesome. This is sizing up well. I think your idea is good Mayze, when your characters personality is fully fleshed we can discuss our partnership dynamics via PM. I'm going to be listening exclusively to death metal while we are playing in this.campaign.
We can brainstorm something. I wanted Cavalrot to have led a battalion of raiders that either failed after a long 'successful' campaign, and then got slaughtered or was dissolved over certain issues, then he laid low for a few years. I think his mannerisms and personality would somewhat be reminiscent of Darius from league of legends... Not copy pasta, but drawing some themes. ....I never thought I would use a videogame character as a springboard for roleplaying...... lol
I'm that other guy... My backstory will probably remain more ambiguous until I understand this world more. The biggest thing I am concerned about is how hard/how to actually tie in someone who was an outside raider to being inside of an assumed corporate paramilitary team. Help on that would be glorious and I'd really appreciate it. I don't have my stats really 'fleshed out' on the profile page bc its really tedious, I'll do it later, but here is his FULL character sheet. The items in the inventory with a '-' mark after them are ones that I'm unsure need marking off with remaining GP usage, I don't know how gritty you want finances/survivalism to be, so I didn't spend time on it yet. Let me know. Cavalrot, Devastation of the Wilds This is also found on his profile, as well as his backstory as it is wrought, and his inventory. Let me know if you have any questions about anything, or if I have to change anything. I took the traits 'Opportune Slayer' and Magical Knack. |