Guy d'Yood of Mann

A note hangs next to the announcement, nailed in place with a small, rusted misericord. "Stack of coal blocks? Understood. Contact around this saints' week in Felsen. Seek out the colony standards. Orin Darasuum"

Berilac wonders if this new organization would be useful in the Project Vigil.

... I'm very conflicted writtin' this, but, still. +1 decent lore, I'd like a nice new animal.

A certain midget took notice of the gossip and news flying by. A warm smile surfaced on his face, as he'd remember the old lessons, about Hanseti and the Teutonic Order, and he'd make a mental note to pay this new grandmaster a visit, be he friend or foe.

OOC - Minecraft IGN: Fetching_Ghost RP- Character Name: Berilac Goldworthy, commonly 'Longshanks'. Age: Fourty three. Race/Gender: Halfling/Male/In your dreams (soz) What you would like to teach: While I imagine that most of the first days of it's existence, University might be more willing in hiring professors of arcane studies, I still would wish to provide help on matters of hexology and history. Can also deal with psychology, as vastly /not/ advanced as it is. Experience on Subject: Fourteen years worth of research on hexology. Professional interest in history of Athera, and psychology of Descendants' races. Still willing to learn more, just as much as to pass available knowledge on. Willing to prepare a demonstration (Y/N): Yes in all of the three above. Hexological one might be quirky. Probably could necessitate an available body, for a vivisection. Per ardua ad astra, eh? Current Occupation (if one): Still operating minister of Truth in Oren's mesa colony, the Sylverport, with a fair notion of free time that can be spent for the sakes of aiding University.

+1 Pretty please, with sugar, cream and candized cherry on top.

Ibrahim bint Isaias al'Bastura Basic Information (UPDATED) Nicknames: Berilac I. Goldworthy/Isaac Longshanks/Sibbe Gerest Age: On the way to his Fiftieth Seed (On human physicality basis - around "thirties") Gender: Male. At least t'was in proper place last he checked. Race: Halfling/'White-Washed' Halfling Status: Single! I mean, still kicking. (Alive) Description Height: Three and half a foot. (1,06 meters) Weight: 59 lb/27 kg Body Type: Thin/Slim for a typical Halfling's anatomy. Eyes: Unusual shade of brown/hazel, easy to notice in halfdark Hair: Brunette/Brown Skin: Tanned Markings/Tattoos: Several scars scattered across the body - most noticeably three scars on his left arm that appear to have been bone-deep wounds. A large, scar from a deep cut that may have torn the vein sits on his right arm. Similarily, there's a grievous, still healing wound on his shoulder, where an arrow tore through the flesh and subcalvian, damaging the bladebone on the way. Health: Not in the best mental shape. Currently suffers from insomnia that he treats with large doses of pale ale. Believed by some to be a sociopath. Twigs o' legs he had have been put into some good use now, that with miss Beth's help, he no longer has to worry about them. Personality: A compulsive liar, Ibrahim remains an enigma to some, a headache to others and infinite source of confusion to most, operating, across the Athera alongside of his "lads and lasses" inbetween cooking and writting yet another romantic novel. Very few have proven capable of looking through his countless masks to see the "true face" of his, or through his bluff, even though as a somewhat green operative, he drops quite a few bits of evidence (like accent) that can be used to drill through the bitter, chocolate layers of fake and deceiving and onto the delicious, orange-flavoured jelly of horrible truth. Rest to be discovered IC. ((Na, na, nanana. *sticks tongue*)) Inventory: In his backpack he appears to be stowing enough the paper, quills and jars of resinated ink to make half the bookstores in land bankrupt. Usually carries around a fair share of food provisions for the longer journeys. A long, butchering knife that can be used as a short sword rests on his hip. Sometimes he is seen with a halfling-sized walking stick. Further Details: - Insomnia-riddled nights have rendered him rather weary and tired - Has a thing for one-night ventures with men and women alike - Cooks an amazing beef broth. With homemade noodles. Life Style Alignment: Chaotic evil/Chaotic neutral. Somewhere inbetween marmite and Ciaphas Cain. Deity: Creator/Allfather Religion: Canonist Alliance/Nation/Home: Familia de Den/Oren/Aesculus Job/Class: "Halfling extraordinairé, visionary, cook, actor and tonsureless priest"/ Wandering scholar of St. Elam's College/ Annoying, eavesdropping schweinhund. Title(s): "Longshanks", "Minister of Truth", "Ranger" Profession(s): Chef/Miner/Breeder/Farmer Special Skill(s): Really annoying adorable. Known to be pretty good at reading people's emotions. Gained a good knowledge of human and halfling anatomy. Practicin' medicine and learnin' more 'bout the fields. Flaw(s): Still as green as his author. Greatly enjoys sweets. Also is very awkward at family reunions. Magic Current Status: None. Unlikely to learn. Lacks the magipotence. Arch-type: Sub-Type: Rank: Weakness(es): Strength(s): Current Spell(s): Weaponry Fighting Style: "Sociopathic frenzy"/"Stab a meatman"/"Crouching chinchilla, hidden halfling" Trained Weapon: Butcher knife, many years in usage and practice. Favored Weapon: Butcher knife/Bare hands. Archery: Little to no training, never used in any form. Biography Parents: Biological unknown/Farfolker parents: - Tal'aran (lit."Ship-king/mn. Leader of a single ferry") Isaias bint Rasviel al'Bastura - Tal'aresa Halena bint Etesan al'Bastura Siblings: Biological unknown/Farfolker siblings: - Desperan bint Isaias al'Bastura (Adoptive older brother) - Halesia bint Isaias al'Bastura (Adoptive younger sister) Children: All strangled at their birth. Nah. None yet. (OR IS THERE?) ((Na.)) Extended Family: - al'Basturan people/Basto'ada an. - His friends, compatriots and Familia members - Aesculians and Orenians one and all Pet(s): Does an olog BFF count? History ? Learn in character, you lazy bastards. Artwork To be added.