The Marked Men - Monster Hunters For Hire

[The Marked 25]

Due to the current nature of the 'Empire' and expected repeat shift in leadership, The Marked have decided to withdraw any and all Imperial Alignment. From this day forth, the Marked, will be an independent organization and willingly surrender any benefit of Imperial alignment, should any have ever existed.

[spqrSancus 173]

((Would like to speak to you to arrange some possible events with the CoS. Please PM if interested.))

[The Marked 25]

 

 

Accepted due to IC interactions within Minecraft.

To those applying, try to make apps with a bit more information than this one.

[Snake Plissken 637]

Atlas of Westfall sits by the lake at Aldersberg, an old wooden pipe protruding from his mouth, lit and releasing puffs of smoke that are accompanied by those from his mouth and nostrils. A fishing rod is grasped between the man's hands, the line cast out into the ocean. Every now and then he reels it in, fish of varying sizes finding themselves caught upon the hook. Atlas carefully removes the fish as they wrestle in his grip, before tossing them aside into a hessian sack. He spends all day, every day, by the lake, smoking his pipe and catching fish, waiting to be called on by his Marked brethren. 

[Bawd 222]

MC Name: _cnrhgrty

IC Name: Telford

Age: Twenty-three years.

Race: Human.

Minor Backstory: Telford was born twenty-three years ago to a moderately wealthy family (relatively) for peasants. He spent most of his childhood performing labour outdoors, building his strength. This fuelled his passion for swordplay from a young age, although he was by no means well-trained. His abilities were built in the form of smacking the other peasant children with sticks, which does not transfer particularly well to actual sword-fighting. From the age of fourteen he began to work for pay, saving money, which he spent on his first real sword - A poor decision, as he was homeless and had little to no food. Eventually realising how to manage his money in a way that didn’t leave him cold and hungry, Telford now seeks work in order to stay not cold and hungry.

[loakmendbe 62]

MC Name: Hightinker

IC Name: Kaid Brooks

Age: Thirty

Race: Human

Minor Backstory:   Kaid Brooks was born to a small town and so called 'Lordship' in the wilds, pioneers settled because they couldn't afford to live in any of the nations-.. Or get jobs for that matter. He had a younger sister by a few years and a brother, a set of parents aswell. His family owned a lumbering business, wood cutting and all the sorts. Brooks Chopping and Logging it was called. Not too long after he was born, his mother grew ill from birthing him. Being a small town, it was a worry that others might get sick, and they cared for her. The town pleaded for medicines of any sort from the local Lord, but he refused, out right IGNORING his own people that he supposedly watched out for. The town progressively grew worse with no attention. Many didn't have money to spend, and others were scraping at the bottom of the can. Brooks' family went under rather quickly, them supplying a lot of wood for repairs without a cost to help the town. Greed brewed in the belly of Kaid's father however, and he went to the Lordships Fort to get a job as a guard, leaving home completely, sick of caring for his wife and three kids. Kaid, being the oldest, took over the business with his sister to care for their mother, his brother left to go pursue the medical field to try and help their mom.

 

  The towns luck ran dry however, with raiders visiting so often to terrorize the town and take what little they had, the lord cared little however, too busy with his own needs. Kaid spearheaded the founding of a militia, to be ready to fight when raiders came. They asked the lord for weapons, food, and supplies, but he ignored it. The Lord thought in his mind that they were getting greedy, and were going to try and fight HIM, so he twisted their words, saying to his force that they in sighted to attack. The Lord sent his Guards to seek the raiders, and help them get the town in exchange for their swords. Kaid in this time became proficient with a board n' axe and hunting bow in combat, after training with the militia fending off wild wolves, bears, and the sorts. The attack came swiftly, the town severely unprepared for less than rusty blades and stone pointed arrows, the town was massacred. Kaid put on an alright fight, but was eventually struck down, and then in an instant, opened his eyes, his memory fogged. He looked around at the sandstone walls of the Cloud Temple, confused, but feeling sore, and some pain. He set off to adventure from there, and has found himself here.

[The Marked 25]

 

 

Accepted. Details will be PM'd to you shortly, followed with instance of RP required for integration.

((This will be done on the Server instead of over a Forum PM.))

 

 

Accepted. Same as the person above.

[Abeam 510]

MC Name:
12igon6

IC Name:
Tomas Nicodemus

Age:
32

Race:
Human

Minor Backstory:
Tomas Nicodemus, son of Alexei Nicodemus, whom is one of the original members of the organization at its roots.  Born and raised in the Nicodemian Estate, formally located on the site of the Chivay Hunting Lodge in the land of Anthos; His childhood was spent around the lifestyle of his Fathers various Military Orders he was in service to, Namely the White Rose and the Order of Saint Lucien.  Tomas' tutelage involved a similar degree of order and obligation as the eldest son and heir to his Fathers legacy.  His historical, mathematical, and societal tutelage went as usual, yet it was his martial tutelage where he stood out from most of the other boys.  He grew strong and tall, looking like a splitting image of his Father, and after several years of service to the Imperium Tertius, he has left the Army in search of Fame and Fortune, Fame and Fortune that just so happens to involve the death of Monsters and Devilry.   

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[The Marked 25]

 

 

Accepted and already contacted OOCly with details.

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We will be declining extra members after the acceptance of two more members.

Appreciated for the time of those that are applying and happy RPing.

Also! Expect RP posts for the hunts had over the last week and a half.

[Temp 2006]

A note is pinned to the doorframe of an abandoned room. Upon inspection it reads as follows:


This Order has lost it's direction and quickly loses relevance to the puppeteering of external parties.
Those of Thersist denounce the Order, strike ourselves from it's history and leave it to deteriorate under it's current direction.

 

[owlel 34]

Atlas of Westfall stands in the basement of the Savoir library, a rather large, old wooden pipe protruding from the corner of his mouth, puffs of smoke flow in wisps from his mouth, twisting up around his head towards the ceiling. On the stone table laid before him is the enormous sword of the 'hunter' or 'killing machine' that had attacked the library, dropped from the sky in a thunderstorm and moved to strike the most powerful magical being it could locate; Adeon the Witchman. A crossbow bolt, several sword strikes, a stab and one dead Orenian knight later the monstrosity lay on the ground, nothing more than a selection of heavy armour pieces and a gigantic blade, all possessing some form of magical property. Now the plates of metal lie on the stone bench to be studied, and as Atlas blows smoke from his pipe about the room he looks over them with precision and care, observing closely with the assistance of Delonna, his fellow Marked Man.

 

The monster hunters are back in business.

[leave me alone 993]

MC Name: AlpineAl.

IC Name: Wradyslaw z Pravets.

Age: 43.

Race: Human.

Minor Backstory: Born to a lumberjack in Pravets, Wradyslaw grew up learning to the tools of the trade. From a young age he was helping with the work. He received no education whatsoever throughout his childhood and early adulthood. When he was a young man he took over his father's job upon his death. A decade passed and Wradyslaw's boredom increased, he longed for a life of adventure. On one night he simply got up and left, letting fate decide his future.

[The Marked 25]

MC Name: AlpineAl.

IC Name: Wradyslaw z Pravets.

Age: 43.

Race: Human.

Minor Backstory: Born to a lumberjack in Pravets, Wradyslaw grew up learning to the tools of the trade. From a young age he was helping with the work. He received no education whatsoever throughout his childhood and early adulthood. When he was a young man he took over his father's job upon his death. A decade passed and Wradyslaw's boredom increased, he longed for a life of adventure. On one night he simply got up and left, letting fate decide his future.

 

Accepted. Details will be PM'd to you shortly, followed with instance of RP required for integration.

((This will be done on the Server instead of over a Forum PM.))

[The Marked 25]

Every Man of the Mark would receive a letter, delivered through whatever means appropriate depending on their location.

 

 

 

 

-The gathering of 1486-

 

It has been agreed upon amongst the most veteran of our brothers that resources should not go to waste on those who are no longer with us. The tragic Hydra incident has left us with the task of rebuilding a headquarters for us all to retreat to in winter and between contracts. Due to the current strain on resources, it is imperative that it is known who is still on the Path in order for the aforementioned resources to not go to waste.

 

There shall be an extended gathering from the ((24th Dec till the 26th)) to determine who has gone missing in action and who is still actively on the Path. Those of you who cannot attend the gathering are to reply to this message stating the reasons why this is the case. Those who can are to also reply, stating when you will be arriving.

 

Best of luck, brothers.

[Snake Plissken 637]

 

Every Man of the Mark would receive a letter, delivered through whatever means appropriate depending on their location.

 

 

 

 

-The gathering of 1486-

 

It has been agreed upon amongst the most veteran of our brothers that resources should not go to waste on those who are no longer with us. The tragic Hydra incident has left us with the task of rebuilding a headquarters for us all to retreat to in winter and between contracts. Due to the current strain on resources, it is imperative that it is known who is still on the Path in order for the aforementioned resources to not go to waste.

 

There shall be an extended gathering from the ((24th Dec till the 26th)) to determine who has gone missing in action and who is still actively on the Path. Those of you who cannot attend the gathering are to reply to this message stating the reasons why this is the case. Those who can are to also reply, stating when you will be arriving.

 

Best of luck, brothers.

 

 

"I'm bloody well still here, you sods", moans Atlas as he sits

about somewhere, smoking his pipe and servicing his gear.