BladeRunner

"Yeah! Just-" Amon was wiping away wetness and the sudden pressure from his eyes when the suckers of the octopus cling to his face, accidentally grasping his eyeballs. He was blind for a solid minute before he could actually see again. "Yeah... Yeah I'm good. Probably wouldn't have freaked if it didn't blind me. I forget we're by an ocean. So, Vanilla, who's your friend?" Amon asked, then noticed the girl five underwater but chose to ignore it, "Do you need help?"

"Of course, I am more than capable of handling myself," Ikaski replies, "From my native home we are taught the finest sword arts, as well as warfare and general combat. So if the need arises I will raise my blade if it's series, my magic if it's not."

Hey, I was wanting to see if that's alright with you (since you're clearly doing the race lore on Goblins) if there would be splinter factions of the overall Goblin Kingdom? In one of my characters history (and another by experience) they've dealt with Goblin societies that were horrible. Is it safe to say your Goblin King is the original king, and the Bog Lords were just wannabes? Also I am doing an overall lore of the Hobgoblins.

I don't need this negativity Nah you're all good, I'll edit the post. Octopus I got will stay tho. And sorry about that.

Moving in from behind the chair, Amon set the binoculars aside and started making his way toward the pair. Albeit his approach was slow instead of fast. If Vanilla was alright with the water lady Amon was... Alright with her somewhat, he didn't trust a stranger even though that was supposed to be his job... He guessed. He just didn't have good feelings about it regardless if they meant well or not. His shirt felt a little tighter than before and there was something bulbous he felt on his back. And then something wrapped around his neck and face. "What the FUCK?!?!" Amon shouted for the two girls to hear as he was struggling around to get an octopus off his head. The moment he did it clung to his arm, and then his leg, and then his other arm. Finally he slung the basketball sized animal to the water where it would retreat.

The sage nods and replies, "Yes, I have heard you were accepting just about anyone to join. My name is Ikaski Urakasa, I'm a master Pyromancer and researcher of a variety magic as well. I am also a master of alchemy and any field regarding it. I have a school of pyromancy and alchemy in one of the major cities and a few towns, I come to help expand their- and my understandings of the Lowlands as a whole and not just a few pieces of literature. My abilities are wide in use." Straight to the point and informative, it was best to give a description of his doings to a potential employer. Ikaski spoke with a calm tongue as smooth as a winters breeze, he carried himself that way because there was no reason to act gung-ho or boisterous. Granted he was quite eager to adventure and journey about, but something like this would require paperwork and further questions on what kind of person Ikaski really was. If that was the case then the Hobgoblin was an open book... With ripped out pages.

@Minorikawa@Seraphina Kurans attention was caught by the... Literal horny fellow, and started to make his way. The chair's legs scraping across wasn't a quiet noise either, and if the two were going to be talking it wasn't going to be quiet. It was evident that this man was not the quiet type, and though the Hobgoblin was a soft speaking man he too wasn't necessarily the quietest either. To prevent any further distractions from the pair and to help that fairy gave a "peaceful" place for other patrons. Kuran reached into a small satchel and pulled out a pinch of blue dust and spread it into the air, he then put his arms out in front and rear his right palm atop the left with his left hand straight up; and with a spin of both index fingers a full circle of blue surrounded the table. The Muffle spell was an illusion that muffled the caster altogether, with years a practice and experimentation Kuran was able to make the spell work in other ways. In this case he cast a circle, more so a bubble around the table with a ten foot radius. The spell itself was completely silent with only a dull humm sounding once during the cast, and with how powerful it was the two despite any noise would be completely silent to the outside world. Within the circle was quite the opposite story, they could still hear everyone else outside. Stepping into the circle, Kuran say's with a calm and a smile but vocal tone, "You seemed quite at work here. What is a crimson-fleshed Hobgoblin looking at?" Kuran didn't say yes but with setting his scrolls, empty and written down it was evident he was interested. There was an air that surrounded him, the stain if the magi that was neither malevolent not benevolent but simply just. His clothes appeared to be made of a refined silk, but the satchel he wore was tattered leather that was clearly used for many years. An adventurous man he once was, now settled to being a simple alchemist and shopkeeper... And having a second occupation he wouldn't speak of. He placed his hands on either side of the table as he stared at the curious writings, leaning on the opposite of the table Roland.

Amon had left his room previously after changing into some khaki shorts and a white tank top. He didn't see the benefits of brooding over his thoughts so perhaps a walk outside was in order. As he moved along the path he noticed several things: one was a guy flirting it up and taking two chicks into a tent with him. Another was Vanilla going out fully dressed into the ocean... After... What the fuck was that? At first he was about to rush out there but upon further inspection it was the future of a person... And a fish? At first Amons immediate reaction was to pull out a knife and go after it, but upon further inspection it seemed Vanilla was going out there carefully as if to lure it to shore. He looked around for anything in particular until see a shaking tent and hearing some moaning. Go you, dude! He walked up to it and saw a bag with a pair of binoculars sticking out. Amon took the item and said quietly, "You don't mind if I take this, would you? Nope? Alright, have fun!" The man made sure to stay out of sight if both Vanilla and whatever the hell that thing was. He knelt behind a beach chair and looked through the binoculars, adjusting them until he could see between the other staff member and... Another lady? Well hell she was mighty cute, but what in the world was she doing that far out alone, and why was Vanilla after her? He merely watched and was on the action if he was needed. At first Amon was getting calm and about to leave when he saw scales on the stranger, so he pulled out his knife and was ready for anything; he was teasing himself in case Vanilla needed help... Shit, she suplexed a 400lb. monster, but still, it was the thought that counts.

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Hello Kitsu, how are you this lovely night?

Well, I suppose the three of us has something in common then. Already got my header for Kuran if anyone wants to reply to that.

Amongst the scholars and those of the likes were a red skinned individual looking through a braille. Though these types of books were made for the blind, the Hobgoblin was not blind at all and instead was reading word for word the various marks and engravings amongst the thick pages. There were few literatures he tended to seek out that were rare, his own little shop of books and herbs were more an exotic taste however that never stopped him from seeking out different styles and forms of foreign literature. His finger traced across each piece of the paper and was writing down from the other hand onto a selection of scrolls the words he perceived. Kuran was a Hobgoblin researcher, in some sense, and he thoroughly enjoyed a good read if not a good discovery. His kind weren't necessarily welcomed to Runae City and it was a rare sight to see one at all due to their home being so far into the bogs. People whisper and gossip and come up with wild theories that Hobgoblins are just a devilish breed of Goblin. No, that wasn't the case at all, all Hobgoblins come from Kao'Crys, far away from the Lowland continent. Idiots, all of them, but at least he did good business and the people who actually speak to Kuran will know he is soft spoken and respectful. Right now he has closed the shop to come to the archives where he indulges in various writings. Ignoring the loud footsteps, Kuran was deep in focus as he just finished the final pages of the braille, "Mysterious Things Hidden in the Mist." In the braille were the various reports and happenings around the wastelands of Lowlands and these, "Mistmen," were practically a cult of banshees. It was worth looking into, and this book, amongst other Eldritch-like things. It was the only recorded piece on the matter as the actual written words for people to visibly read were destroyed long ago. It was well worth looking into! The research and the investigation are something to look forward to! Just as the red man finished his recordings he sighed, and at the same time he heard plops of books on a nearby table sounding in the library. A pompous scholar looked up as if annoyed, but upon seeing the tall fellow grumbled something under his breath. He immediately looked to Kuran and whispered, "I swear! It's like some people don't know how to be a tad more quiet!" Kuran raised a brow as he started to roll up the scrolls and carefully closed the braille, and with a smirk he replied, "I know, it's almost as if others cannot mind their business either! Strange times these are." The scholar threw a glare at the Hobgoblin, and Kuran could have sworn he heard a slur when he was walking away. Pompous prick, thinking more about how to write romantic poems that were too cliché and caught some poor girl's heart, that relationship wouldn't last a week. At the last possible second Kuran cast a trick spell invisible to the eye and immediately the book to that scholar closed and smashed his fingers with the force of a rock. He cursed out loud which caught the attention of everyone else, and all the Hobgoblin did whilst walking to put the braille in its proper spot was smile at the satisfaction.

Huh... What a coincidence! I too have a library character

So, I might have made lore for the guild I was gonna throw in Lowlands with my recent character. It is on a Google docs, you wouldn't mind if I shared it would you? It's still a work in progress, so you'll see changes and expansion.

Photo- Name- Tarato Kuranaro, "Kuran" Race- Hobgoblin Age- 125 Personality- Kuran is notably a calm individual, patient and extremely knowledgeable. He is quite known for being a simple man with no troubles it seems, and compared to a lot of the clerics or renowned doctors many people come to Kuran medical purposes, so much so that many professionals try to debunk a variety of his medicines and works. These critics have failed at every turn. Kuran is quite hospitable and welcoming to patrons of his archives and herbs, however one should beware the fury of the patient man. Kuranaro has his limits and let's no one abuse his hospitality, as all patrons of his business must respect the rules. That said, he isn't a stranger to kicking out people and even beating them if he must. He is a man of various skills and talents and has been seen to take on ten soldiers at once. However his displeasure to rude guests isn't matched by the searing hatred for the supernatural beasts such as vampires, any form of undead, and of course the Beastmen to some extent. Bio- Meant to serve as a Royal Vanguard for House Ito back in Kao'Crys, Kuranaro was groomed for his position and shown great promise in skill and intellect. While he did mature without such the role, he was meant to serve the next heir when the time came. That was, until the war broke out between Kao'Crys and the neighboring Futsuki Empire. Kuran was on the front lines and served as a spy, responsible for sabotage, espionage, and assassinations. While he was very important to the war effort Kuran discovered agents amongst the ship possessing the royal family and "precious cargo." With no other choice and in an effort to preserve the remaining royalty of his people, Kuran snuck on board and dealt with the spies himself, alerting those on board and bringing traitors and the likes to a swift end. Unfortunately, he couldn't get back to the mainland as the ships were too far away, and since then Kuran has lived amongst the immigrants of Kao'Crys in the bogs. Eventually in an effort to spread his people's literatures and types of minor magics, Kuran opened up a library that seconds as a herbalist shop as well, popularizing many of the exotic fruits, vegetables, and herbs of Kao'Crys. He once had a wife and child until the Beastmen attacked, and since his run-in with a variety of vampires and other supernatural beasts, Kuran secretly started the Crypt Keepers alongside others afflicted by these events; a guild devoted to hunting undead in the name of Khozhan, the god of light and dark and the embodiment of the Twilight. And for years to come, they would go into the night devoted to no rule of royalty, and would smite anything that poses a threat to the good people. _________________ Abilities And/or Skills- -Hobgoblins have a few natural abilities: -They can live for up to 300 years, some recorded to reach 400. -They have a strong resistance to disease and toxins, including poisons. -And fire and illusion magics come naturally, they are proficient in it. +Kuranaro is a master Illusionist and is capable of casting tricks and spells that can easily trick the mind, even of those who are resistant/strong-willed against magic in general. This also includes invisibility spells, camouflage, and so forth. +As a result of being one of the original members of worshipping Khozhan and creating the hidden Crypt Keepers guild, is immune against pestilence, toxins, and poisons, and is immune to the effects of charming, fear inducing, and any magic that can alter the mind. Those who frequently worship the god and hunt the undead are given a long life, living half the amount more than usual (ex: instead of a Human living for 90 years they can live up to 135 for example.).

Amon entered the room after the painstaking adventure up the stairs. Why the hell he didn't take the elevator was beyond him, but still it allowed him to ponder the job situation. It wasn't dire, but it could be something extra for him to do. Amon closed the door behind him and walked over to the couch, he plopped down and sighed. Everyday, with no breaks or any days off for that matter, Amon has been constantly moving and after a good minute he started to feel it. He was tired from constantly moving, always trying to find something, people weren't stupid enough to go into the jungle so he couldn't adventure out there; and there weren't a lot of monsters he could hunt that trespassed. Amon was still... Not too privy on mingling with the locals, and talking to the staff was something he was trying to get used to. Still he couldn't help but remember that night with Vanilla, her skin was silk, her touch was comforting... And it was of course because of that little orientation they had the day he arrived... Or was it a date? The lady was nice, and so were everyone else. Amon doesn't get to see Vanilla often. But oh well. He sat on the couch and closed his eyes trying to relax.

Personally I think that be catfolk/dogfolk, Centaur, or whatever else like that (excluding werewolves and those of that nature) could be classified as Beastmen. While say an anthropomorphic fox people are more intelligent and do not align themselves with Beastmen they'd still get classified as such due to their appearance and neutral affiliation with the King/Queen. It's more a mentality of not taking those chances with species/creatures like that since the entire world seems to be at war with the Beastfolk. Would you be safer not taking those chances or would you allowed yourself to be fooled? I can see almost everyone having a hatred for Beastfolk in general and see it evolve into a racial thing, much like the Nords in Skyrim hating almost everything not a Nord. Also, quick question. For my third (and final) character I was wanting to do a simple librarian, however beneath the surface he's part of a secret guild that hunts down undead, werewolves (and those similar to Lycanthropy), and creature of dark and demonic nature's. If not, then I'll just make a librarian who knows good magic.

I might as well throw him in here, I know he's in regular sheets but I feel it should be here as well because people look at this shit... I guess Name: Amon Vale Age: 23 Gender: Male Species: Human Job: Hunter, handyman, exterminator Origin: Amon grew up in the South, primarily Texas however due to his mother's constant moving-in and cycles with boyfriend's he eventually ended up in Kansas. Finishing High School, Amon moves out and began to live at a coffee shop. Saving up money, he would buy a ticket to an island in hopes of settling there, instead accidentally buying the ticket to Sweet Treat Island. Height: 5'9" Weight: 220lbs. Eye Colour: Hazel Green/Brown Hair Colour: Deep Brown Physical Description: Amon has an athletic build, seemingly keeping his physique up to par as to not get lazy nor any weaker. He generally wears plain colored shirts from white to black and red to blue with blue jean shorts and pants, depending on what he's doing. Amon sports a Longhorns white and orange ballcap and waterproof boots. Other Details: Sexual Orientation: Straight Turn ons: There isn't a lot for turn-ons for Amon. Much like any guy if a woman shows an obvious attraction he might take notice, but due to his oblivious nature Amon won't notice anything unless it's really put out there. For his arousal it's... Really nothing, just maybe if a girl likes him that much he might like her back. However he has a weakness for Goth and Emo girls, he also can't help but be attracted to blondes, Latinas, and short hair, However fishnet clothing seem to grab his attention too... Skills: Hunting, Fishing, Survival, Marksmanship, and Repairs for weapons and vehicles.

Amon walked through the doors and passed the two ladies, the weird sword woman and Lemon. As he passed by he simply said, "Lemon," In a greeting manner before making his way to the stairs. He didn't wanna interrupt so he felt it the best way to say hello instead of bursting in their conversation. Amon could have taken the elevator but felt this was more necessary as he had some things to work through his headspace, like what more he could do for the island and how to simply... Be. The man had had no one to really relate to in his recent ongoings, like how easily Human he was or what the new song of the month was, who the favorite football team was and so forth. He couldn't do that with the other staff he felt since they were... Something- someone else in a sense, and everyone else was either from some other world or a decade ago. It wasn't easy for Amon to make friends either since he's been burned and stabbed in the back so many times, trust issues became a problem and so did self security. The first time he lowered his defense were around Velvet and Vanilla, but no one else has taken the time to get to know Amon... And he didn't know any other way. So up the stairs he went carrying the gun bag across his back. And on he went to solitude in his room.

Ye, I don't see why not. And I hope you're feeling better

Kinda at a loss as to where to go now. Pretty much killed the chances of interest with the Bloodborne chick, so now, I guess I wait... Lest someone wants to mess around with someone who is rough around the edges. And sorry @Lollipop Hope you get better

Amon stopped at the hotel... again, at the front to let the lady off. He said, "Just make your way inside and someone at the front'll help you." After dropping her off and parking the ATV to the side of the building where the garage is, Amon makes his way to the front of the Hotel. He supposed he could finish his routes later tonight when people settle in.

The lady didn't speak which seemed to bode well for Amon thus far. He didn't need to talk or anything like that, just try to do what he could for her... He guessed. Amon didn't fully trust that she wouldn't get get in trouble, further more that sword she seemed to fondly grope and her attitude of, "Can't trust anyone," Also started to aggravate him. For the love of God, the only normal person on the island seemed to be that... Avery? That Avery trap guy that was washed up on the beach, he was normal for the most part. Not that the other staff weren't almost normal either, the while thing was just off to Amon. All that would take is a little time of getting used to, and his thoughts came to a halt when they were up on the Hotel...

Entering the tavern was a hooded figure, carrying several large cases, keeping its path clear and out of the way. Looking around for a moment it stopped against the wall while no one in particular paid any mind to it, however it moved cautiously and calmly across the midst of laughter. The hood turned ever so slightly until catching the glance of the ship captain Thomas Redhawk. At its own pace the figure moved toward the table where a Goblin of all things and the man sat at before taking it's seat across from the man. Looking toward the entrance, the hood turned back and down at the table until leather armored gloves, lined with iron spikes and studs came up and removed the hood back to reveal a Hobgoblin. Ikaski Urakasa came all this way through the troubles of the bogs after he returned to make sure his schools of pyromancy and alchemy were well kept. Of course, there are those who sought out knowledge from the sage as well as those who wanted to challenge the man. He was undefeated of course, but still in case he went against a real threat that magic didn't work well on, Ikaski had chemical vials and his katanas as well as a few tricks up his sleeves. The sage's eyes scanned the captain over for a moment before he spoke in a calm tone, "I assume you are the Captain Redhawk?"

Hm... Well I certainly can see about that notice, introduce the character that way. And thanks for the char count, I'm not sure if I'll reach that max limit but it's nice to know.