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I am Ave, or Avemechanicus, avemkanimoos or a thousand variations. To light the fuse to this long rant, let's begin with roleplay, answers to questions that may, or may not have been asked. Rerik Ulster is my main character, originally meant to be a villain, a shell to test a hypothetical super vampire in, a test of concept that survived a flaming baptism and near execution by his second in game day. Rerik Ulster, while as time has progressed, has become more and more like me, or in possibility, I've become more like him. Regardless, I've enjoyed the time I've spent playing him, and I've done my best to have him live and grow like an actual person. I don't mean to boast, or sound like my usual haughty arrogant self, but I feel I've done a good job. Rerik was meant to be direct, a soldier, a fighter, not a plotter, but not mindless. Regalia's navy seemed the perfect place to put him in that regard, an engineer seemed an interesting trade, a sapper to explain his inurement to foreign lands. His weapons were a katzbalger, a sapping axe, and a crossbow. The katzbalger seemed so much more Regalian (German/Dutch) than a cutlass, a close, heavy sturdy sword with a place on any battlefield the seemingly impossibly powerful Regalian military cast it's gaze. A sapping axe is a tool, meant for cleaving wood, knocking out doors, driving posts, it was only a weapon of necessity, in some ways, it was the ideal tool of a builder, and for an engineer, it fit. Rerik's crossbow made sense do to his nature as what amounted to a grunt with a toolkit and doing what amounted to playing with blocks on a military scale, an easy to learn, effective weapon that is distinctly dishonorable. The grenades came on a whim a month after I made him, there's something fun about killing 'chivalrous' gits with science. He wears leather and thick cloth, it just seemed military. The goggles were another engineering hold over, and useful cover for a rust eyed Dreygur. He met a dwarf and he had fun, albeit brief rp, and we decided, as friends, to give Rerik a more dwarven touch. It stuck well, and from then on, Rerik loved dwarves. Coming to Rerik, his name, to my ears sounded German, fitting as he was originally based on those fancifully dressed German mercenaries, the last name Ulster, was for the Ulster Cycle of Irish tales, the tales of Setenta. He was originally from the mythic northern coast of Ellador, the Pale Coast. When Jorrsundr first came out, admittably a little bare, I got a strangely Viking+Old Irish vibe, and the previously Scottish Rerik got an Irish infusion into some horrid celtic monstrosity. About a month ago I was told that Jorrsundr was basically barbarian Russia, but the accent had stuck, so I came up with the throwaway excuse that Rerik learned Ceardian from an extremely Ceardian man. We aren't talking lightly British, we're talking full blown plaid kilt, bagpipes and haggis going in one end and coming out the other. Brawling was something that I'd never had confidence in, I'd used to be a weapon freak, finding unarmed combat pathetic. Rerik's first few brawls he lost absolutely, that, and his opponents tended to God rp and complain when I called them out. Rerik the Dreygur's strength was undefined, I just wanted to cause some unsubtle havoc as a vampire meathead, he tore metal armour in half, busted his way out of ice prisons, and may have hulk clapped someone to death, I barely remember. Then he got cured, on a whim, and during his recovery he met Kyel Tinker (@BlockBooster ), and Rerik's mechanical chakras manifested fully into crazy but actually possible machines, I took some inspiration from the Book of War Machines, the German Iron Hand, and Da Vinci's Notes, including Da Vinci's car (Rerik has even taken the infamous redheaded, brown skinned Naushe on a ride with it (@Kelpsy ) The Tinkers dissolved in the rebellion, Rerik was enslaved, three or four times, escaping each time thanks to the combined (albeit unknowing) efforts of Glacius Regulus (@AgentLew ). Rerik's brawling began a metamorphosis from his boxing style to a full contact grapple fest mixed with Shaolin techniques, the early states of mind over body and some truly ridiculous training methods. It was also during this time I also made Rerik more cerebral, put more efforts to his mind as his body and nature became more and more orcish, I loved the contrast. Rerik had always been a heroic man, he had a code, he was patriotic, he was in some cases, how I wished many people where, the world needs more heroes. Rerik even used to tell exaggerated war stories, long into the night and day. He smoked cheroots because I wanted to make him as full of testosterone as I could. I made him old because I was sick of seeing these young, master of everything characters, becoming a master takes time, becoming a grandmaster takes a lifetime. Rerik was without an archetype, something I took as far from the archetypes as I could, while still trying to make him relatable. I wanted to make someone that wasn't locked into the two or three personalities I tended to see around that time. I had him break down, get beaten, fight back, and stick to his guns in even the hardest circumstances. I had him (especially in more recent weeks) evolve and grow. He was ultimately a happy man, but inside, he was in constant turmoil. His culture was unknown to the greater world, he was taken from his home young, just old enough to make adaptation a bitch. Where in Jorrsundr half breeds are honored, in this nation, in Regalia and the Ailor run world, he was a monster, not a man, not an orc, nothing. And he knew it. Where some are born with power and skill, he had to work. Where some worked and gave a hundred, being praised, he worked to a thousand precent and was lucky to be noticed. Where some would merely accept the world as it was, he dreamed, he prayed and he acted for something better. He is the epitome, in my opinion, of a self made man. After the occupation, Rerik finally took a longstanding offer to work as an engineer, and believe it or not, unofficial confidant, for House Black. I am certain, and he is certain, that his presence has reduced their reputation irreparably. Rerik has given himself to House Black, working his mind and body to the limits, working beyond to the bone. Rerik found a place where he could do good, where he had people to confide in, he found a home. (@Film_Noir ) I thank you from the depths of my heart for the fun you've given me, and for the fact that we are friends) But even then, Rerik felt out of place, a seven foot man in a six foot town, just out of size, just outside, just too big. And it ate at him, so he dived into his martial discipline and engineering, losing himself in mechanics and boxing. Time passed, he begun to make friends, putting himself out there, interacting with anyone and everyone, at every level of society, at every race and creed. He felt happiness, he met Naushe, he remet Ish(@MaliciousIntent_ ) and met the kindhearted apothecarial duo, even reconciling with the irritable Guardsman Alexander Smiter (@beniscool765 <3333333) And he was happy, for a while, but something in his heart, and his mind, felt darkness, something on the horizon, something under the surface, something evil. He sensed something coming, and he knew it would change Regalia forever. He prepared as he could but who would believe some old, possibly demented half orc? Then it happened, demons in the north, combat in the snow, being knocked out by grand magic and left unconscious in the snow with his friend Chris Black. He never saw Estel get cast away. In all honesty, compared to the other characters in the post, he and Chris were lucky to get a mention. Life returned to Aloria, religious authorities preaching against shit they didn't understand not want to. Philip Black(@The_Shadow_King3) hit the books, learning something of the great powers, of Estel, a little closer to understanding what they saw, but not quite there. Rerik had encountered the power of Jaak Kepk-whatever earlier in a botched rescue mission (@Green_Hood ), and well, it was hectic, but fun, none of were prepared, but dammit we put up a good fight! Rerik retreated to save a wounded party member, and once again, life went on. Rerik kept training, having overcome the effects of his age through a mix of orcish genetics and sheer determination and conditioning. He joined with Windvale (@JakkDhread @Whomever else) and was never actually deployed. He attempted to befriend nobles, and made good relations with the Mysterious Doctor Fong (@DrFong ) and two of the Coens, (@darkarely and someone else). Rerik's eyes began to look to doing as much good as he could, protecting, caring, helping, and all around trying to be the best person he could be. Sadly do to some bureaucratic-religious f****ery Rerik couldn't do that, another perk of being green and Scottish at the same time. But in Rerik's mind he didn't really care, it's not like Unionist run the world or some shite. He did what good he could, when he could, and became even more of a bighearted man teddy bear orc thing. He even finally became honest friends with Astrid Kade, after saving her life once(@Teddie000 ) . Rerik taught himself Hawaii style grappling and Finnish wrestling, going East and West style on some poor bastards, and making Chris his personal richboy numpty and confidant. Naushe got beaten up more and more, Jaak decided to be kinda intimidating, Cedric Kade was a dry and somewhat endearing asshole, and Rerik made friends with elf plant fairy man with golden eyes for some reason guy (@Shayin ) and that was fun, the big Scottish maker of gizmos and general boom maker was as close to happy as a crying inside fifty year old emphesemic, heart diseased, green as frozen grass half orc could be in his position. He even got two cats and drove what amounts to a car around in front of the tavern, three times. Then the darkness came, he encountered Silverails and soul mages, saw a woman he saw as a sister steal the life of someone else, and rejoice in it, literally selling her soul to what amounted to the devil. He saw his warmhearted, moxied Skyrate friend lose it all, and he watched Chris get taken for a loop and left in the dirt. So much sadness for an empathetic man, so much misery and plotting and hate. Driving in the nail, was the fact that after so long, his vice riddles past was catching up to him. His lungs had always been bad, Chris nearly watched him die, and as it happened Rerik spilt his soul, everything to Chris. He survived, and went into a relatively long recovery. I almost killed Rerik off then, it seemed noteworthy, leave it all to his nephew and Chris, die when the coughing stopped, take his final breath and pass into whatever amounts to Aloria's afterlife, if one even exists. Rerik took a vacation, got to know Niantha and Ztril better, spent some time with his nephew, and drew pictures. He recovered in time, and then in the line of bad mojo, his heart decided to give out, weakening him further. Once again, he had to go recover, and more worry was done on his behalf. Naushe got infused with the force of hell and House Black got an Estate, Andrieu Anahera ranted about tabacca, Rerik got signed up to help reclaim a dwarven hold. Now Rerik is doing his best to make the world a better place, protecting not just those he cares about, but everyone he can. And amongst all this, he will die forgotten, alone, and most likely violently, he lives on borrowed time. And I've had fun..I cant wait to see how it goes, I cant wait to see how it all turns out, and to those that I have, and those that I will rp with, whether for a moment, or for a long time, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, it's been a hell of a ride.
I am Ave, or Avemechanicus, avemkanimoos or a thousand variations. To light the fuse to this long rant, let's begin with roleplay, answers to questions that may, or may not have been asked. Rerik Ulster is my main character, originally meant to be a villain, a shell to test a hypothetical super vampire in, a test of concept that survived a flaming baptism and near execution by his second in game day. Rerik Ulster, while as time has progressed, has become more and more like me, or in possibility, I've become more like him. Regardless, I've enjoyed the time I've spent playing him, and I've done my best to have him live and grow like an actual person. I don't mean to boast, or sound like my usual haughty arrogant self, but I feel I've done a good job. Rerik was meant to be direct, a soldier, a fighter, not a plotter, but not mindless. Regalia's navy seemed the perfect place to put him in that regard, an engineer seemed an interesting trade, a sapper to explain his inurement to foreign lands. His weapons were a katzbalger, a sapping axe, and a crossbow. The katzbalger seemed so much more Regalian (German/Dutch) than a cutlass, a close, heavy sturdy sword with a place on any battlefield the seemingly impossibly powerful Regalian military cast it's gaze. A sapping axe is a tool, meant for cleaving wood, knocking out doors, driving posts, it was only a weapon of necessity, in some ways, it was the ideal tool of a builder, and for an engineer, it fit. Rerik's crossbow made sense do to his nature as what amounted to a grunt with a toolkit and doing what amounted to playing with blocks on a military scale, an easy to learn, effective weapon that is distinctly dishonorable. The grenades came on a whim a month after I made him, there's something fun about killing 'chivalrous' gits with science. He wears leather and thick cloth, it just seemed military. The goggles were another engineering hold over, and useful cover for a rust eyed Dreygur. He met a dwarf and he had fun, albeit brief rp, and we decided, as friends, to give Rerik a more dwarven touch. It stuck well, and from then on, Rerik loved dwarves. Coming to Rerik, his name, to my ears sounded German, fitting as he was originally based on those fancifully dressed German mercenaries, the last name Ulster, was for the Ulster Cycle of Irish tales, the tales of Setenta. He was originally from the mythic northern coast of Ellador, the Pale Coast. When Jorrsundr first came out, admittably a little bare, I got a strangely Viking+Old Irish vibe, and the previously Scottish Rerik got an Irish infusion into some horrid celtic monstrosity. About a month ago I was told that Jorrsundr was basically barbarian Russia, but the accent had stuck, so I came up with the throwaway excuse that Rerik learned Ceardian from an extremely Ceardian man. We aren't talking lightly British, we're talking full blown plaid kilt, bagpipes and haggis going in one end and coming out the other. Brawling was something that I'd never had confidence in, I'd used to be a weapon freak, finding unarmed combat pathetic. Rerik's first few brawls he lost absolutely, that, and his opponents tended to God rp and complain when I called them out. Rerik the Dreygur's strength was undefined, I just wanted to cause some unsubtle havoc as a vampire meathead, he tore metal armour in half, busted his way out of ice prisons, and may have hulk clapped someone to death, I barely remember. Then he got cured, on a whim, and during his recovery he met Kyel Tinker (@BlockBooster ), and Rerik's mechanical chakras manifested fully into crazy but actually possible machines, I took some inspiration from the Book of War Machines, the German Iron Hand, and Da Vinci's Notes, including Da Vinci's car (Rerik has even taken the infamous redheaded, brown skinned Naushe on a ride with it (@Kelpsy ) The Tinkers dissolved in the rebellion, Rerik was enslaved, three or four times, escaping each time thanks to the combined (albeit unknowing) efforts of Glacius Regulus (@AgentLew ). Rerik's brawling began a metamorphosis from his boxing style to a full contact grapple fest mixed with Shaolin techniques, the early states of mind over body and some truly ridiculous training methods. It was also during this time I also made Rerik more cerebral, put more efforts to his mind as his body and nature became more and more orcish, I loved the contrast. Rerik had always been a heroic man, he had a code, he was patriotic, he was in some cases, how I wished many people where, the world needs more heroes. Rerik even used to tell exaggerated war stories, long into the night and day. He smoked cheroots because I wanted to make him as full of testosterone as I could. I made him old because I was sick of seeing these young, master of everything characters, becoming a master takes time, becoming a grandmaster takes a lifetime. Rerik was without an archetype, something I took as far from the archetypes as I could, while still trying to make him relatable. I wanted to make someone that wasn't locked into the two or three personalities I tended to see around that time. I had him break down, get beaten, fight back, and stick to his guns in even the hardest circumstances. I had him (especially in more recent weeks) evolve and grow. He was ultimately a happy man, but inside, he was in constant turmoil. His culture was unknown to the greater world, he was taken from his home young, just old enough to make adaptation a bitch. Where in Jorrsundr half breeds are honored, in this nation, in Regalia and the Ailor run world, he was a monster, not a man, not an orc, nothing. And he knew it. Where some are born with power and skill, he had to work. Where some worked and gave a hundred, being praised, he worked to a thousand precent and was lucky to be noticed. Where some would merely accept the world as it was, he dreamed, he prayed and he acted for something better. He is the epitome, in my opinion, of a self made man. After the occupation, Rerik finally took a longstanding offer to work as an engineer, and believe it or not, unofficial confidant, for House Black. I am certain, and he is certain, that his presence has reduced their reputation irreparably. Rerik has given himself to House Black, working his mind and body to the limits, working beyond to the bone. Rerik found a place where he could do good, where he had people to confide in, he found a home. (@Film_Noir ) I thank you from the depths of my heart for the fun you've given me, and for the fact that we are friends) But even then, Rerik felt out of place, a seven foot man in a six foot town, just out of size, just outside, just too big. And it ate at him, so he dived into his martial discipline and engineering, losing himself in mechanics and boxing. Time passed, he begun to make friends, putting himself out there, interacting with anyone and everyone, at every level of society, at every race and creed. He felt happiness, he met Naushe, he remet Ish(@MaliciousIntent_ ) and met the kindhearted apothecarial duo, even reconciling with the irritable Guardsman Alexander Smiter (@beniscool765 <3333333) And he was happy, for a while, but something in his heart, and his mind, felt darkness, something on the horizon, something under the surface, something evil. He sensed something coming, and he knew it would change Regalia forever. He prepared as he could but who would believe some old, possibly demented half orc? Then it happened, demons in the north, combat in the snow, being knocked out by grand magic and left unconscious in the snow with his friend Chris Black. He never saw Estel get cast away. In all honesty, compared to the other characters in the post, he and Chris were lucky to get a mention. Life returned to Aloria, religious authorities preaching against shit they didn't understand not want to. Philip Black(@The_Shadow_King3) hit the books, learning something of the great powers, of Estel, a little closer to understanding what they saw, but not quite there. Rerik had encountered the power of Jaak Kepk-whatever earlier in a botched rescue mission (@Green_Hood ), and well, it was hectic, but fun, none of were prepared, but dammit we put up a good fight! Rerik retreated to save a wounded party member, and once again, life went on. Rerik kept training, having overcome the effects of his age through a mix of orcish genetics and sheer determination and conditioning. He joined with Windvale (@JakkDhread @Whomever else) and was never actually deployed. He attempted to befriend nobles, and made good relations with the Mysterious Doctor Fong (@DrFong ) and two of the Coens, (@darkarely and someone else). Rerik's eyes began to look to doing as much good as he could, protecting, caring, helping, and all around trying to be the best person he could be. Sadly do to some bureaucratic-religious f****ery Rerik couldn't do that, another perk of being green and Scottish at the same time. But in Rerik's mind he didn't really care, it's not like Unionist run the world or some shite. He did what good he could, when he could, and became even more of a bighearted man teddy bear orc thing. He even finally became honest friends with Astrid Kade, after saving her life once(@Teddie000 ) . Rerik taught himself Hawaii style grappling and Finnish wrestling, going East and West style on some poor bastards, and making Chris his personal richboy numpty and confidant. Naushe got beaten up more and more, Jaak decided to be kinda intimidating, Cedric Kade was a dry and somewhat endearing asshole, and Rerik made friends with elf plant fairy man with golden eyes for some reason guy (@Shayin ) and that was fun, the big Scottish maker of gizmos and general boom maker was as close to happy as a crying inside fifty year old emphesemic, heart diseased, green as frozen grass half orc could be in his position. He even got two cats and drove what amounts to a car around in front of the tavern, three times. Then the darkness came, he encountered Silverails and soul mages, saw a woman he saw as a sister steal the life of someone else, and rejoice in it, literally selling her soul to what amounted to the devil. He saw his warmhearted, moxied Skyrate friend lose it all, and he watched Chris get taken for a loop and left in the dirt. So much sadness for an empathetic man, so much misery and plotting and hate. Driving in the nail, was the fact that after so long, his vice riddles past was catching up to him. His lungs had always been bad, Chris nearly watched him die, and as it happened Rerik spilt his soul, everything to Chris. He survived, and went into a relatively long recovery. I almost killed Rerik off then, it seemed noteworthy, leave it all to his nephew and Chris, die when the coughing stopped, take his final breath and pass into whatever amounts to Aloria's afterlife, if one even exists. Rerik took a vacation, got to know Niantha and Ztril better, spent some time with his nephew, and drew pictures. He recovered in time, and then in the line of bad mojo, his heart decided to give out, weakening him further. Once again, he had to go recover, and more worry was done on his behalf. Naushe got infused with the force of hell and House Black got an Estate, Andrieu Anahera ranted about tabacca, Rerik got signed up to help reclaim a dwarven hold. Now Rerik is doing his best to make the world a better place, protecting not just those he cares about, but everyone he can. And amongst all this, he will die forgotten, alone, and most likely violently, he lives on borrowed time. And I've had fun..I cant wait to see how it goes, I cant wait to see how it all turns out, and to those that I have, and those that I will rp with, whether for a moment, or for a long time, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, it's been a hell of a ride.
