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OOC:
player name: Ceti
player age: 27
player contact: heliel
current characters: Fanerel Zesmir, FlickerFox
ac link: Boop

who invited you: Remibutts

CANON IC INFORMATION:
character name: Talon
canon & medium: OC
species & appearance: Human. Talon’s a white-haired, semi-shaggy-looking teen with gangly arms and light olive skin. He looks about 5% as intimidating as the greatsword he always has with him.
age: 17
world info: Eyrion is a magic-and-tech world similar to most medieval tabletop games. Lighting is torches/candles and magic, tech is limited to seafaring ships and the like (for the most part. The other part is GNOME TECH. And everyone is wary of gnome tech.)
history: Talon’s life has been largely ‘normal’, for an adventurer. Slightly less so for a farmboy, which is what he was for most of his childhood.

Then again, when you’re oblivious and impulsive, you do things like running off to join the military. Especially when your best friend slash possibly girlfriend eventually tells you she’s worried your home’s going to get attacked. When you’re also so upbeat and oblivious that you irritate the ENTIRE GUARD, though, you don’t last as a knight. Even if you *are* one of the best fighters they have.

What’s a guy to do in that situation? Well, if you’re Talon, the answer is “become a HERO!!!!” Didn’t you have a best friend at home, or something…? Oh well. Adventuring meant that Talon could use his skills and just change up his adventuring partners when they got tired of him.

They got tired of him often. Most anyone would, when you were adventuring with someone who was more likely to *literally* walk headfirst into a trap than wait for your party’s rogue to check for them. And how he kept talking about things no one said, then getting confused when they looked at him funny. Truly, the boy must have taken too many hits to the head. Fourth wall? What on Eyrion?

That was his reputation, for the most part. The powerful warrior with zero sense of self-preservation. “Adamantine Talon,” one of his fighter allies called him; that was the closest thing to a nickname he ever got. He reveled in that fact – and the fighter that had given it to him? Well, they ended up having a very brief, VERY impulsive romp in the woods. Experimentation, and all, between two impulsive men.

That group was also one of the ones he stayed around the longest. Still, when the time came for him to leave it was without complaint – Talon wanted nothing more than to see the whole world and all its monsters and people, and then to do the same in all the other realms.

He’d never expected to see some of the things he has, though. Ruins, temples, dark altars and their ilk – those are normal fare for an adventurer. Going to the ocean floor in an emergency crash-landing while riding in a gnomish submarine? Not so normal. Helping the merfolk *living* on that ocean floor? Definitely not normal.

There was a brief stint in the Infinite Layers of the Abyss, too… that was fun. All in all, though, that’s been Talon’s life. Wandering the world, meeting people, being a hero. Never, ever going back to his hometown. DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER YOU HAVE A HOMETOWN, SIR?
powers: Basically, he’s just really good with a sword. Really, really good.
personality: What do you get when you combine a shounen protagonist, a farmboy, and a dash of magic? You pretty much get Talon.

Talon is, at his core, a good guy. He spends his life working hard and being happy – to the point that it’s almost impossible to get him down. He’s not loyal to law, nor is he particularly against it, just towing the line in favour of the protection of others. His sense of justice is more in line with “what makes everyone happy” rather than “what is morally good/just.”

On the surface, he doesn’t seem to create strong bonds with people. This isn’t because he doesn’t want to – it’s just because he’s so flighty and unattached to the world as a whole. As seen with his best friend on the farm – nothing, even teenage love, can keep him from doing exactly what he wants. If he’s made up his mind about leaving or doing any one thing, that’s what he’s *going* to do. If what he wants to do is going to kill him? Well, it had better try really hard, because he’s going after it headlong anyway.

He thinks of pretty much everyone as a friend. It doesn’t matter how long he’s known them – until they become an irrevocable enemy, they’re a friend. Every single one of his adventuring partners, all the guards he worked with in his short stint as a knight, his family and friends on the farm. Because of this happy-go-lucky attitude, most people *do* find it somewhat difficult to *stay* mad at Talon.

His enthusiasm is something to be admired, as well as something people are a little terrified of. Talon isn’t afraid to die – the way he throws himself wholesale into fighting anything that comes along, anything he thinks will be a worthwhile opponent, exemplifies this. If he’s in danger, that’s fine – it just means he has to try harder. He honestly believes that as long as he has someone to fight for, he’s almost invincible. (Though he often *says* he is in fact invincible, he doesn’t actually believe it, per se.)

There’s also a part of him that craves the solidarity and finality of lasting connections – it shows itself mostly in the very end of his travels, when he ends up in an adventuring group with a woman who can look past his flaws and want to continue traveling with him. Though he doesn’t really consciously recognize it, it starts to shape him into something slightly more “presentable” as a person – he starts to be less interested in traveling outside of where Halley is and more interested in her being a *part* of his hare-brained schemes. If she fights it more than with token hesitation, Talon usually relents to not do something.

When it comes to loyalty, you won’t find many with more of it than Talon. Unfortunately, he lacks loyalty for any *one* person, and more loyalty toward the people as a whole he calls friends and allies. Because of this, he takes a lot of interest in the state of friendships or relationships on the whole between his friends. It wouldn’t be the first time he barged in on someone’s personal space to see why they weren’t getting along with another person he cares about.

Though it’s usually quickly overwritten by his happy-go-lucky attitude and enthusiasm, Talon does occasionally falter to bouts of sadness and upset. He doesn’t like seeing the people he cares about hurt – it’s part of why he jumps in before trap-checkers and even barbarians. Because he knows he’s a lot more durable than most, he risks himself more. If he has a span of faltering emotion that lasts more than a minute or two, it’s usually when he’s alone – and usually brought about because two of his friends are fighting. This is the case whether the two ever got along or not.

When he has a strong opinion of something, it’s difficult to sway him, largely because he puts his whole being into everything. Very few people have, with a *lot* of time and effort, been able to sway him away from a flawed ideal – and not one of them has been able to convince him that he should be worried about the motives of his friends, no matter how far they hold him from that title.

That said, often to the dismay of his allies, Talon is predictably gullible. If you bring up someone who needs saving or fame and fortune or even just strong monsters, you basically have him wrapped around your finger. He’s eager to prove himself against whatever he can. This is partly because of his enthusiasm and ideals, and partly because he’s aware that his personality is somewhat off-putting – so on some level, he wants to be recognized as something worthwhile, someone important somehow. Even if that recognition is only in passing, or by someone who has no real interest in him, that’s fine with him.

AUSLOSEN IC INFORMATION:
character name: Talon
appearance: Same as canon
age: 18
history: Talon was born in the gutter, and that’s basically where he stayed for most of his life. A kid without a name, no one even knew where he came from – he just kind of appeared out of nowhere with a smile and a laugh.

Needless to say, people thought he was weird. Maybe even touched. What kind of person could possibly live in a place like Auslosen with no parents or positive influences and still be able to have a *genuine* smile, could still laugh freely? It was that baffling personality of his that basically got him through life, since people couldn’t seem to quite make themselves just abandon him to the wolves.

That isn’t to say he wasn’t taken *advantage* of, though. It wasn’t long before his happy-go-lucky personality had people all over his little area of influence asking him for favours. Take this paper here, carry these heavy items there.

Talon did all of it without complaint. He never even thought there was anything strange about it – he was helping his friends, after all, so why should he feel worried? Though he was usually referred to as “kid” or “brat”, he didn’t mind that either. They were just the names you called people whose names you didn’t know, right? Besides, he didn’t have one of his own to give. If someone asked him his name, he’d just shrug. If they asked about his family, he’d just tell them “the city is my family.”

As a lanky kid, he was small enough to fit into tight spaces and agile enough to fight – and fight *well*. When being an errand-boy didn’t pay for his food well enough, he found that out. First, it was helping someone who had a stalker. Later, it became duels of honour and rematches. Soon enough, someone introduced him to the underground fighting scene, where he met some of the biggest, baddest men and women in the area and fought against them. He won some and lost some of the matches, never holding grudges and never damaging his enemies too much.

Four spotted him during one of his matches when he was fifteen, fighting someone much larger and presumably more skilled than himself. Even if his messy white hair and unpredictable stance weren’t noteworthy on their own, the fact that he’d won the match using brutal, cutting, *fierce* attacks would have been. That wasn’t what made him *most* interesting, though.

After the fight, Talon had *helped his opponent* back to his feet. In a place where bloodshed and gore took the forefront over compassion and care, he’d taken the high road anyway. And maybe more miraculously, his opponent didn’t seem to resent him for it. They walked off still talking, even *laughing*.

He’d been shocked at the approach, honestly. Talon had a lot of friends, sure, but no one ever actually asked him to *join* them. Needless to say, he was quick to accept. Four represented a gang of people, a bunch of people who worked together and tried to live, and that was something Talon found interesting.

So, why Talon, then? They’d gotten to talking so much on the way back that Four hadn’t even realised he hadn’t asked for his name. It wasn’t until after initiation, when he’d already proven himself, that it came up. “What was your name, anyway?” – it was met with the same confused look he always gave when someone asked. He’d been introduced as “the white-haired menace”, but that didn’t work for him here. When he said he didn’t *have* a name, he asked about the other’s own name. Why Four?

It didn’t really matter, in the long run, what reason Four gave. Whatever his reasons, they struck a chord with Talon, and he was enthusiastic about getting a real name. He didn’t know where to begin, though. Something noteworthy about himself? That didn’t work – he didn’t think of himself as noteworthy. “Talon” had been Tobias’ suggestion – for the jagged way he fought, back in that ring. The same way he would always fight for them. He took to the name immediately – who knows if it’s because it was Tobias’ suggestion or because it just felt right.

Three years later, Talon continues to be a functioning (if mildly irritating) part of Four’s gang. His positive attitude still hasn’t been ditched, and there’s no sign that it ever will. Keeping him on a leash had been a bit tricky, but as long as they were careful with what information they gave him… well, everything was safe enough. Mostly, he tries to keep on jobs with the people he’s closest to – Four most of all. He looks up to him like a big brother, the first family he’d ever had.

personality: Talon is largely completely the same as his canon self. His sense of family is much more muted, though, since he’s only had something resembling one since Four picked him up.

As such, his sense of loyalty is also much more one-sided. Since he didn’t have a lot of family or ‘real’ friends, he didn’t develop his protective instincts as strongly as he did in canon. This also makes him a more stable member of the gang, since he’s not *quite* as likely to misstep and endanger them.
job: gang member/whatever odd jobs he can find
fix: Heroism. He likes stories about them too, but the ones with NIGH INSURMOUNTABLE DANGER? Those are definitely the best. He’s not very fast at reading so he tends to prefer movies, or having someone read to him. He also likes to put *himself* in a story as a hero, whether that be just daydreaming that he’s in one he’s read, or being a hero to someone out on the streets. The latter works best for him, and the more dangerous the protection, the better.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLES:

third person: As Talon hopped up over the low, dilapidated wall of the nearby building, he paused and raised a hand over his eyes. Squinting in the harsh, artificial lights, he tried to gauge his surroundings; it was such a grey morning that was difficult, really.

He sighed and shoved his hands in his jacket pockets, hair pinned down by the hoodie. Honestly, he didn’t like hoods – he liked his hair, in its wild freedom – but it was cold and his ears demanded more protection than his hair demanded freedom. It was a rare day off for him, too, and he found himself a little listless. Four was off somewhere, doing something important no doubt, and here he was, kicking pebbles off into the darkness while he walked. Boring.

Of course, nothing *stayed* boring for long, not in Auslosen. He’d been walking for about ten minutes when the scream rang out, and it was all it took to set him into action. He was quick on his feet – both because he was excited and because, well, you *had* to be down here. One arm swung out to catch a broken-down lamppost and swing his whole body around to one side, flying down the alleyway and toward a haphazard stack of old wooden boxes. They were soggy; he knew that, from how often he was out here, but that was fine. His light steps carried him safely up each one, until his feet planted on the firmer perch of the back wall of the alley.

From here, he could survey the situation as a whole. Up here, the harsh lights of what lampposts *did* work became a boon, and he spotted the running woman in seconds. There we go. Someone to save.

Checking his pockets, he sprang into motion again, nearly slipping on a loose ceiling tile along the way. One roof after another left behind, until he was making headway. He saw the woman’s pursuer shortly thereafter, a big guy with a lumbering gait, and his grin broadened. This would be *fun*.

“Hey, big guy! Over here!” His voice carried easily in the empty streets, and both of the other two looked over when he hopped down from the roof, landing neatly on his feet, hands in his pockets again. “Wanna play?” His hood had fallen back at some point, leaving his mess of white hair free to stick out around his head.

first person: Wait. Waaaaaait. What do you mean, we can’t ask about the phones?! But what if somebody else knows about ‘em?

[That is one disappointed voice.]

That’s like putting cake in front of someone who loves cake, and then telling them they can’t eat it because it might be poisoned! [… There is literally nothing in that sentence that is at all like that warning. Nothing at all.]