PLAYER NAME: rakel CONTACT: pm @ breavelyrunsaway or hit me up on discord HOW DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE GAME?: current player!
CHARACTER: Licyn Mansbane CANON: Original Character CANON POINT: Post Abduction, pre-Dragon Awakening
BACKGROUND: Licyn is a 27 year old wolf walker born and raised in South-Eastern portion of the Silver Mountain Range. After an accident in ancient ruins around his ninth birthday, in which Licyn was the only survivor out of six village children, he was lost to a fever fighting off a supernatural infection. When he recovered, he became a runaway out of survivors guilt, and lived on the roads, or surviving on the fringe of towns, until he fell in with another wolfen walker at 14 and started learning swordwork as a mercenary. About the same time he started to make up for his pack-leaning bonds by turning into a voracious flirt with all sexes and humanoid-adjacent species.
Licyn has managed as the 'brains' behind his two-wolfen mercenary unit, with Rillin being his elder, second member of their pseudo-pack. He helped reign Rillin in from his worst tendencies with a lack of moral compass and kept their contracts legal and well paying. Their most recent contract looked good on the surface, and even with some digging, but the guard escort they were hired on as ended up drugged and abducted to be offered as living sacrifices to Dragons of the Dark Continent, a "lost" central landmass cut off from the Northern continent by massive near world-spanning magical storms that ruined and remade the countryside regularly for several thousand years.
He's coming from after the abduction, but before the sacrifice to the newly hatching dragonlings. He's presently twenty-seven.
Walkers are a created magical species made two thousand years prior to Licyn's being born; they're essentially shapeshifters defined by whichever species they transform into. Walkers were used as guards and body slaves, only gaining independence after the fall of that "forgotten" empire. Wolves specifically were used as supernatural guardians, and to modern times have stronger affiliations toward small-group protection or strong-bonding mentalities.
ABILITIES | POWERS:
Licyn has the natural ability to shift form between human and wolf of equivalent mass. This makes him in general an over-large wolf. Unlike some other species of Walker, he cannot achieve a mid-way form. He's all human or all wolf. Clothing does not shift with him. It's either destroyed in the process of human to wolf, or wolf to human he's simply nude.
In human form he has more stamina than his frame would lead people to believe, along with greater strength. His eyes don't work leagues better in human form, though his nose is far more sensitive than a human's. His scent memory is particularly keen.
In both form's he's particularly resistant to illness, as his innate magical nature kills off most disease before it gains a foothold. To anyone sensitive to magic, Licyn reads as a sort of natural magical battery, one that is largely untapped as Licyn only makes use of that magic to fuel his shapeshifting and the quickened healing that comes from shapeshifting. He has passive resistance to being tapped for that magic by outside individuals.
The scarring on his back by the shade during his boyhood left Licyn marked for life, giving him a sensitivity toward magic-created creatures. Quite literally it means he can feel them around him, like an extra sense that gives him low level nausea. His scars tend to ache in the presence of particularly strong creatures.
He's an accomplished sword fighter, preferring to use a curved sword over a broadsword, but trained and tempered in fighting with many different kinds. He's done some shield work without ever finding it to his liking. He's average with ranged weaponry, better with crossbows, and capable of using longbows with apparent ease due to his greater strength.
PERSONALITY:
Licyn is a rapacious flirt who enjoys easy physical relationships with willing partners, preferring to remain emotionally unattached. He flirts as readily with men as women, with some sense of decorum when it suits him. He respects firm boundaries physically, but this doesn't stop him from teasing unless he notices the one(s) being teased are truly in unhappy out of sorts. As he does grow closer to someone, he seeks them out less and less for sexual contact. Because he friendzones them for the sake of his own fear of loss.
He enjoys physicality overall, fighting, sparring, running in wolf form, or rolling around in bed being part of that. Licyn isn't good at staying still unless he's that sick, which is rare, or that terrified, which is more rare these days. He needs to be around people, and involved in some social sphere (if it's his pseudo-pack or whatever larger contract they're hired on for). Licyn isn't built to be solitary, partly a species imperative, partly his personality. He doesn't take losses of his closer companions well.
Licyn prefers talking about other people and listening to them talk about themselves over talking about himself, and keeps what he offers of himself down to basics and glossed simplifications. He prefers being underestimated as a flirty meathead, until it suits him otherwise.
At heart, he doesn't like taking a losing side, and would cut his losses to get out of a bad situation over sticking it out for any sense of perverse pride. He is really not for making any heroic last stands. When it comes down to it, he doesn't see anything noble in a life sacrificed, only stupidity if you think he'll make one for you without being backed into a corner first. It doesn't mean he cuts at any sign of trouble, he calculates odds first, but it tends to mean he's not a high risks high rewards person -- and not a gambler in anything but his flirtations. These are all aspects of his fear of loss that emotionally and physically scarred him as a child, and which he's never properly dealt with as an adult, instead opting to ignore it and ignore forming more than one lasting formal caretaking sibling-like bond, as he has with Rillin.
And here's to have a sample set in game, TDM setting:
The boat carting them to the island's shore rocked underfoot, the familiar lapping of smaller waves licking up the sides, then crashing against the shore. Licyn braced himself before he joined one of the sailors in leaping over the boat's side, hauling it up the shore as the rest trickled out as so many fleas leaping from an emaciated host, jeers and laughter and all manners of form of relief flowing past him, noted and not noteworthy. No violence in the air yet, and he accepted that as he did the half speculative looks of sailors who knew him or knew of him.
Easy enough to smile back, teeth bared a touch more than was humanly polite, and then wave laconically with his, "I'll be back," a statement so obvious no one needed to acknowledge its uttering. That he listened to the men at his back and slipped swiftly into the foliage was natural, just as much as the man he heard relieving himself somewhere nearby, the sharp scent of urine joining the quiet hot scents of the plantlife cloying on the back of his tongue.
It'd been too long since he ran, and so he shifted forward, walked quietly and swiftly through the strangeness of the forest he was in now, this beach and island unlike those he'd strode upon in proper harbours in days past. A likely rock tucked up against a tree, where water pooled in a hollowed, shallow bowls of its surface proved a likely spot, and he stripped down with efficencey, shoving his tunic and trousers behind, folded and waiting for his return.
Four paws touched down on rich soil, and he breathed, the whole of the island coming alive in his nose in a way his human form couldn't quite capture. Kindness when aboard the ship, he supposed, but the itch that'd been nagging at him, the nausea that he presumed came from some of his compatriots or perhaps a case of unseaworthy trials he'd never had reason to be aware of before, faded as he stretched out, and ran, and ran, and ran.
The wrongness of the island slid up over him as the silence of all lacking animals but his own presence registered, the wind's passage and his own brushing past draping leaves the loudest thing next to cascading water or the voices of those others who'd taken ashore for their short leave. Hunting after treasures, and his tongue lolled out in brief amusement, even as his stomach clenched at the wrongness of that silence.
This is nothing natural. The island, or the reason for the silence, he didn't know which. Licyn whined, low in his throat and reverberating in his chest, fur standing on end, paws lifting to step down again in a shuffling side to side uncertainty. This is nothing I should investigate.
Even without the ache on his back, even if none of this were magical, it was still wrong. The blooming desire to seek company, the solace of numbers against a strangeness innimical to their survival, had him turning before he allowed himself to calculate at which point the danger would make itself known.
Too soon, and too late. He stretched out, running again, tail held low as his heart pounded too fast, too heavy for what he was doing. Pounded as he shifted back, crouched naked and pausing to listen again, to hear nothing of insects, of birds, of small lives that weren't human or human-like.
He dressed quickly then, shoved on clothing, thankful he'd left his boots on the ship, and trotted back with the false sort of cheer that people took enough at face value to think him dimwitted enough to not be troubled by the oddities. A veneer of cheer to greet the sailor-cum-pirate leaning under a tree's scant shade, nodding toward the beached boats.
"Hey, love, how long before one of these are rowing back out to the ships?"
"Hour, hour'n'haf, summat." The sailor shrugged, scratching at the back of his weathered neck. "'s gotta get back sooner th'n th'rest."
The quiet itched under his skin, but he nodded, smiling, seemingly easy in that smile.
"Of course, always has to be someone's lot. Wouldn't happen to feel like sharing a few stories of your sailing ventures while we wait?"
The sailor blinked at him, expression placid as when he'd first spoken.
"Take that as a no, then." Licyn chuckled, light and breathy for him, but looked outward, to the sea. "Might cool myself down for a while out in the waters, as long as nothing too nasty is lurking in them yet."
The sailor grunted. Licyn didn't move, remaining in the same scant shade, listening, squinting against the glare off water, eyes locked on the twinned ships.
If those searing things moved, he was diving right into the water and swimming back, and to the storm with waiting. He'd take the boat if he could row it past the breakers efficiently, but his stamina, yes, that would be fine enough to get him back on board as long as nothing in the water swallowed him whole first.
INVENTORY: His clothes, a rucksack with travel gear and cutlery and a few smaller knives, travel rations, extra socks, two lengths of ribbon, his talwar-style blade. A shaving blade and mirror.
NOTES: He's basically a werewolf without any lunar ties, he's fiiiine. He is magic sensitive, with that nausea and scar aching thing going on, and a magic battery if anyone's into that, but he can't inflict his shapeshifting on anyone. Magic could force him to shift shapes in either direction, if plot ever calls for it!
IF ACCEPTED, WOULD YOU WANT A PLOT-LIGHT OR PLOT-HEAVY CUSTOM INTRO? LMF you can give me plot heavy if you wanted, but since we're in travel arc I'm presuming it's easiest as plot light stuff so do with me as you will.
licyn mansbane | original character
CONTACT: pm @ breavelyrunsaway or hit me up on discord
HOW DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE GAME?: current player!
CHARACTER: Licyn Mansbane
CANON: Original Character
CANON POINT: Post Abduction, pre-Dragon Awakening
BACKGROUND: Licyn is a 27 year old wolf walker born and raised in South-Eastern portion of the Silver Mountain Range. After an accident in ancient ruins around his ninth birthday, in which Licyn was the only survivor out of six village children, he was lost to a fever fighting off a supernatural infection. When he recovered, he became a runaway out of survivors guilt, and lived on the roads, or surviving on the fringe of towns, until he fell in with another wolfen walker at 14 and started learning swordwork as a mercenary. About the same time he started to make up for his pack-leaning bonds by turning into a voracious flirt with all sexes and humanoid-adjacent species.
Licyn has managed as the 'brains' behind his two-wolfen mercenary unit, with Rillin being his elder, second member of their pseudo-pack. He helped reign Rillin in from his worst tendencies with a lack of moral compass and kept their contracts legal and well paying. Their most recent contract looked good on the surface, and even with some digging, but the guard escort they were hired on as ended up drugged and abducted to be offered as living sacrifices to Dragons of the Dark Continent, a "lost" central landmass cut off from the Northern continent by massive near world-spanning magical storms that ruined and remade the countryside regularly for several thousand years.
He's coming from after the abduction, but before the sacrifice to the newly hatching dragonlings. He's presently twenty-seven.
Walkers are a created magical species made two thousand years prior to Licyn's being born; they're essentially shapeshifters defined by whichever species they transform into. Walkers were used as guards and body slaves, only gaining independence after the fall of that "forgotten" empire. Wolves specifically were used as supernatural guardians, and to modern times have stronger affiliations toward small-group protection or strong-bonding mentalities.
ABILITIES | POWERS:
Licyn has the natural ability to shift form between human and wolf of equivalent mass. This makes him in general an over-large wolf. Unlike some other species of Walker, he cannot achieve a mid-way form. He's all human or all wolf. Clothing does not shift with him. It's either destroyed in the process of human to wolf, or wolf to human he's simply nude.
In human form he has more stamina than his frame would lead people to believe, along with greater strength. His eyes don't work leagues better in human form, though his nose is far more sensitive than a human's. His scent memory is particularly keen.
In both form's he's particularly resistant to illness, as his innate magical nature kills off most disease before it gains a foothold. To anyone sensitive to magic, Licyn reads as a sort of natural magical battery, one that is largely untapped as Licyn only makes use of that magic to fuel his shapeshifting and the quickened healing that comes from shapeshifting. He has passive resistance to being tapped for that magic by outside individuals.
The scarring on his back by the shade during his boyhood left Licyn marked for life, giving him a sensitivity toward magic-created creatures. Quite literally it means he can feel them around him, like an extra sense that gives him low level nausea. His scars tend to ache in the presence of particularly strong creatures.
He's an accomplished sword fighter, preferring to use a curved sword over a broadsword, but trained and tempered in fighting with many different kinds. He's done some shield work without ever finding it to his liking. He's average with ranged weaponry, better with crossbows, and capable of using longbows with apparent ease due to his greater strength.
PERSONALITY:
Licyn is a rapacious flirt who enjoys easy physical relationships with willing partners, preferring to remain emotionally unattached. He flirts as readily with men as women, with some sense of decorum when it suits him. He respects firm boundaries physically, but this doesn't stop him from teasing unless he notices the one(s) being teased are truly in unhappy out of sorts. As he does grow closer to someone, he seeks them out less and less for sexual contact. Because he friendzones them for the sake of his own fear of loss.
He enjoys physicality overall, fighting, sparring, running in wolf form, or rolling around in bed being part of that. Licyn isn't good at staying still unless he's that sick, which is rare, or that terrified, which is more rare these days. He needs to be around people, and involved in some social sphere (if it's his pseudo-pack or whatever larger contract they're hired on for). Licyn isn't built to be solitary, partly a species imperative, partly his personality. He doesn't take losses of his closer companions well.
Licyn prefers talking about other people and listening to them talk about themselves over talking about himself, and keeps what he offers of himself down to basics and glossed simplifications. He prefers being underestimated as a flirty meathead, until it suits him otherwise.
At heart, he doesn't like taking a losing side, and would cut his losses to get out of a bad situation over sticking it out for any sense of perverse pride. He is really not for making any heroic last stands. When it comes down to it, he doesn't see anything noble in a life sacrificed, only stupidity if you think he'll make one for you without being backed into a corner first. It doesn't mean he cuts at any sign of trouble, he calculates odds first, but it tends to mean he's not a high risks high rewards person -- and not a gambler in anything but his flirtations. These are all aspects of his fear of loss that emotionally and physically scarred him as a child, and which he's never properly dealt with as an adult, instead opting to ignore it and ignore forming more than one lasting formal caretaking sibling-like bond, as he has with Rillin.
SAMPLE:
Here's on the TDM: https://westwhere.dreamwidth.org/33148.html?thread=3466108#cmt3466108
And here's to have a sample set in game, TDM setting:
INVENTORY: His clothes, a rucksack with travel gear and cutlery and a few smaller knives, travel rations, extra socks, two lengths of ribbon, his talwar-style blade. A shaving blade and mirror.
NOTES: He's basically a werewolf without any lunar ties, he's fiiiine. He is magic sensitive, with that nausea and scar aching thing going on, and a magic battery if anyone's into that, but he can't inflict his shapeshifting on anyone. Magic could force him to shift shapes in either direction, if plot ever calls for it!
IF ACCEPTED, WOULD YOU WANT A PLOT-LIGHT OR PLOT-HEAVY CUSTOM INTRO? LMF you can give me plot heavy if you wanted, but since we're in travel arc I'm presuming it's easiest as plot light stuff so do with me as you will.