Name: Dahlia Age: 32 Contact: rozenthorns on Discord Other Characters: N/A Interests: I love all forms of RP, from slice of life and romance, to grimdark and horror. I was told by a friend that I might be a good fit here, and I've played the first and part of the second Dragon Age games, but don't remember much. I'm down for any kind of RP that involves good, involved stories and characters!
CHARACTER
Name: Truthless, also known as "The Truthless, a Truthless, and The Butcher" Canon/OC: OC Canon Point: Four years after her Oath of Truthlessness Journal: roseandthorns Age: 24
Canon World
Truthless comes from Covalte, a world that is slowly losing its sense of self. A long time ago, the humans kicked out the magical species in what was known as the Cold Iron Inqusition. The Fey, chief amongst the magical races, didn't take kindly to this and unleashed a form of ancient and forbidden magic that consumed and destroyed the true names of people, places and things. This left them as warped, strange entities whose forms desperately tried to bend and change into something, ANYTHING to be recognized.
Several hundred years later, humans live in large, magi-industrial cities. Truthless comes from Steelclad, the capital of Korrundum. At 12, she joined the Lucite Silver Academy to become a soldier, graduating at 16 to provide for her sickly halfling love, Sejunna. After 16, she rose through the ranks quickly, becoming a Lieutenant by 20. Shortly after her promotion, she uncovered a series of awful war crimes perpetuated by Victriss Aurim, the woman in line to become the next Commander General of the Lucite Silver Army. Victriss used her influence to pin all the crimes on Truthless, and she was found guilty. Instead of execution, they made her take an oath, the Oath of Truthlessness. The subject would hold a simple, carved stone called an Oathstone that would be the sign and sigil of her crimes. Being Truthless meant having no name, the closest the magicless humans could get to erasing someone's name as the Fey did. It was no magic oath, no brand upon the soul. It was purely held by laws. Laws and honor. And Truthless held her honor close and tight. She spent four years as the lowest class of being in Covalte. Lower than pack animals. Laws regarding the Truthless were sparse. As long as they were fed and not worked more than 22 hours a day, they were fine. Then, the Rift took her to somewhere new.
Somewhere dangerous.
Somewhere that reeked of magic.
History
Truthless (Born Sentri Dyfientt) entered the Academy at 12 Graduated at 16 Married at 19 Became a Lieutenant at 20 Betrayed and named Truthless at 20 as well And swept away in a Rift at 24.
The most memorable moment of her life was her wedding ceremony with her long-term love, Sejunna.
Personality
Truthless is stoic and reserved. Almost scarily so. She reacts to everything with a scrutinizing attention, but a lack of expression. She follows orders to the letter, never questioning, never complaining, and never differing from the exact wording used. If one tells her "sit down and talk to me", she will sit immediately where she stood and begin to speak. If told to hold something, she will hold it until ordered not to. If told to patrol an area, she will patrol it until absolutely ordered to cease. She will do the minimum amount of self-maintenance when necessary. Eating, sleeping, etc, but only when absolutely necessary or when ordered. She keeps a strict log of her macronutrients, calories, and workouts to determine her caloric intake and necessities and formulates her diet based on maximal nutritional value and nothing else.
Strengths & Weaknesses
Truthless is, at heart, a martyr and protector. She wields a truly massive poleaxe that's incredibly long and heavy, even for her 7'2" frame. She defends others, sometimes to the detriment of her own health and safety. This lead to her discovery of her own abilities. If someone she wishes to protect is fighting alongside her in battle, she can take some of the damage done to them onto herself, as if her body had been there to take the wound in their stead. It doesn't block all damage, and the damage she takes can't be blocked, even if she's wearing armor. But, that's fine with her. She fights harder when she's injured. Instead of losing stamina as she is wounded, as she loses blood, it's as if the woman grows stronger and faster. She still gets exhausted, of course, but it all hits her at once when the fight is over. Until then, she can push through, persevere, and protect those who must not be allowed to die before she does.
Truthless also has very exploitable weaknesses. Due to her Oath of Truthlessness, she is almost like a Tranquil. If given an order by someone, she must follow it on her honor. This is no magic effect, but the sheer determination to stick to the word she gave when she forcibly took the Oath. Because of this, orders must be thought out and dictated clearly, and if traitors or spies learn of this, she can prove to be a great liability. Truthless is also expressly forbidden to lie, deceive, or lie by omission. The only exceptions are, she cannot deny the crimes she's been accused of, and she cannot give anyone her original name, only her Truthless moniker.
Please make sure to read and comply with the FAQ sections on character abilities.
Suggested Nerfs
I'm willing to discuss Truthless's powers and work with you on them. I don't mean them to be overpowered, and I'm willing to start her out small and work towards larger things in the future. These two abilities, taking damage for other people, and gaining strength and speed as she's damaged, are her only two powers.
Arrival Inventory
Truthless's dream would have been a nightmare. In it, she'd look like the demon people accused her of being in her life. She'd have the oathstone around her neck, and a shattered polearm shaft, and the clothes on her back.
Humanization
Truthless was a normal looking human in her original world, but the dream made her feel like a horned beast, the beast others made them. When traveling through the rift, this altered sense of self would become true, shaping her into a Qunari with twisted horns and pale features. The kind of 'monster' she feared others saw her as.
Fit
My friend who plays on here kept hyping this place up, so I wanted to join and Truthless is a character I've always wanted to play. When I described her to them, they said "Oh that sounds like a Tranquil, but by choice" and that made me SO excited to see how other Rifters and natives would interact with someone who wasn't magically bound to these rules and regulations, but couldn't break them by choice regardless.
SAMPLES
Sample 1: Fade Rift.
The cave was dark and damp, a perfect place for demons and things of the night. The green glow of the Rift illuminated the surrounding area. A war, a war of one versus a dozen. A woman stood, holding a single shattered polearm haft in her hands, a chunk of inscribed Onyx hanging around her neck. Horns twisted from her scalp, and blood pooled in growing, rosy patches across her dirty, stained clothes. Her face was stoic, calm, rational.
But her eyes were wild with anger. With hate. These... Things, could not be permitted to live. And she was not permitted to die. Not here, not in this damp cave that smelled of sulfur and rot, of death and demons. Not here, in this unknown world with the spawns of Hell Itself staring down at her with tooth and claw.
No, not here, not now. And that meant no one ELSE was allowed to die. Not before her. Other people were important. Other people had names, had honor, had truth still left within them.
But not Truthless, no. So if she wasn't permitted to die here, and neither was anyone else, the solution was elegant in its simplicity.
She had to kill each and every one of of these Name-Devoured scourges. One. By. One. Truthless twisted the broken, sharp polearm shaft in her hands, a wild grin breaking across her once-stoic façade. "Then we shall dance, devils. I only pray you do not bleed out too quickly."
Sample 2: Covalte
The skies were gray as always, choked by smog and cloud until the sun above was a mere suggestion, a faint brighter patch in the steelwork-colored sky above. Truthless stared up for a moment, feeling the sweat trickle down her brow. Her current command was not a bad one, all things considered. It was backbreaking, exhausting, monotonous, and the effort of moving the rough-hewn bricks and laying lye-laden mortar without any tools left her hands scarred and bleeding.
But it could be worse.
It had been worse. Like the command to kill any intruders who came along. The command to stand outside in the snow until she passed out, purely for the enjoyment of the others in the tavern. The command to hold her head in the sewage drain until she nearly died. This was much easier than those stains upon her soul. There was a... Freedom in the labor. Yes, she was working for no wages and probably wouldn't earn more than a worm-laden loaf of bread and a mug of warm, possibly polluted rainwater tonight, but no one was ordering her now. No one was forcing her to obey every whim and choice, no one was testing the limits of her honor to her Oath.
All she had to do was keep quiet, keep moving, and ignore the growing pain in every muscle, joint and bone. Ignore the burning of her hands as the mortar ate away at the first, then second layers of calloused skin upon her hands. Ignore the stains on her once-proud Lucite Silver Army. Ignore everything.
Compared to the pain in her heart, this was much easier.
Truthless | Rifter OC
Name: Dahlia
Age: 32
Contact: rozenthorns on Discord
Other Characters: N/A
Interests: I love all forms of RP, from slice of life and romance, to grimdark and horror. I was told by a friend that I might be a good fit here, and I've played the first and part of the second Dragon Age games, but don't remember much. I'm down for any kind of RP that involves good, involved stories and characters!
Name: Truthless, also known as "The Truthless, a Truthless, and The Butcher"
Canon/OC: OC
Canon Point: Four years after her Oath of Truthlessness
Journal: roseandthorns
Age: 24
Canon World
Truthless comes from Covalte, a world that is slowly losing its sense of self. A long time ago, the humans kicked out the magical species in what was known as the Cold Iron Inqusition. The Fey, chief amongst the magical races, didn't take kindly to this and unleashed a form of ancient and forbidden magic that consumed and destroyed the true names of people, places and things. This left them as warped, strange entities whose forms desperately tried to bend and change into something, ANYTHING to be recognized.
Several hundred years later, humans live in large, magi-industrial cities. Truthless comes from Steelclad, the capital of Korrundum. At 12, she joined the Lucite Silver Academy to become a soldier, graduating at 16 to provide for her sickly halfling love, Sejunna. After 16, she rose through the ranks quickly, becoming a Lieutenant by 20. Shortly after her promotion, she uncovered a series of awful war crimes perpetuated by Victriss Aurim, the woman in line to become the next Commander General of the Lucite Silver Army. Victriss used her influence to pin all the crimes on Truthless, and she was found guilty. Instead of execution, they made her take an oath, the Oath of Truthlessness. The subject would hold a simple, carved stone called an Oathstone that would be the sign and sigil of her crimes. Being Truthless meant having no name, the closest the magicless humans could get to erasing someone's name as the Fey did. It was no magic oath, no brand upon the soul. It was purely held by laws. Laws and honor. And Truthless held her honor close and tight. She spent four years as the lowest class of being in Covalte. Lower than pack animals. Laws regarding the Truthless were sparse. As long as they were fed and not worked more than 22 hours a day, they were fine. Then, the Rift took her to somewhere new.
Somewhere dangerous.
Somewhere that reeked of magic.
History
Truthless (Born Sentri Dyfientt) entered the Academy at 12
Graduated at 16
Married at 19
Became a Lieutenant at 20
Betrayed and named Truthless at 20 as well
And swept away in a Rift at 24.
The most memorable moment of her life was her wedding ceremony with her long-term love, Sejunna.
Personality
Truthless is stoic and reserved. Almost scarily so. She reacts to everything with a scrutinizing attention, but a lack of expression. She follows orders to the letter, never questioning, never complaining, and never differing from the exact wording used. If one tells her "sit down and talk to me", she will sit immediately where she stood and begin to speak. If told to hold something, she will hold it until ordered not to. If told to patrol an area, she will patrol it until absolutely ordered to cease. She will do the minimum amount of self-maintenance when necessary. Eating, sleeping, etc, but only when absolutely necessary or when ordered. She keeps a strict log of her macronutrients, calories, and workouts to determine her caloric intake and necessities and formulates her diet based on maximal nutritional value and nothing else.
Strengths & Weaknesses
Truthless is, at heart, a martyr and protector. She wields a truly massive poleaxe that's incredibly long and heavy, even for her 7'2" frame. She defends others, sometimes to the detriment of her own health and safety. This lead to her discovery of her own abilities. If someone she wishes to protect is fighting alongside her in battle, she can take some of the damage done to them onto herself, as if her body had been there to take the wound in their stead. It doesn't block all damage, and the damage she takes can't be blocked, even if she's wearing armor. But, that's fine with her. She fights harder when she's injured. Instead of losing stamina as she is wounded, as she loses blood, it's as if the woman grows stronger and faster. She still gets exhausted, of course, but it all hits her at once when the fight is over. Until then, she can push through, persevere, and protect those who must not be allowed to die before she does.
Truthless also has very exploitable weaknesses. Due to her Oath of Truthlessness, she is almost like a Tranquil. If given an order by someone, she must follow it on her honor. This is no magic effect, but the sheer determination to stick to the word she gave when she forcibly took the Oath. Because of this, orders must be thought out and dictated clearly, and if traitors or spies learn of this, she can prove to be a great liability. Truthless is also expressly forbidden to lie, deceive, or lie by omission. The only exceptions are, she cannot deny the crimes she's been accused of, and she cannot give anyone her original name, only her Truthless moniker.
Please make sure to read and comply with the FAQ sections on character abilities.
Suggested Nerfs
I'm willing to discuss Truthless's powers and work with you on them. I don't mean them to be overpowered, and I'm willing to start her out small and work towards larger things in the future. These two abilities, taking damage for other people, and gaining strength and speed as she's damaged, are her only two powers.
Arrival Inventory
Truthless's dream would have been a nightmare. In it, she'd look like the demon people accused her of being in her life. She'd have the oathstone around her neck, and a shattered polearm shaft, and the clothes on her back.
Humanization
Truthless was a normal looking human in her original world, but the dream made her feel like a horned beast, the beast others made them. When traveling through the rift, this altered sense of self would become true, shaping her into a Qunari with twisted horns and pale features. The kind of 'monster' she feared others saw her as.
Fit
My friend who plays on here kept hyping this place up, so I wanted to join and Truthless is a character I've always wanted to play. When I described her to them, they said "Oh that sounds like a Tranquil, but by choice" and that made me SO excited to see how other Rifters and natives would interact with someone who wasn't magically bound to these rules and regulations, but couldn't break them by choice regardless.
Sample 1: Fade Rift.
The cave was dark and damp, a perfect place for demons and things of the night. The green glow of the Rift illuminated the surrounding area. A war, a war of one versus a dozen. A woman stood, holding a single shattered polearm haft in her hands, a chunk of inscribed Onyx hanging around her neck. Horns twisted from her scalp, and blood pooled in growing, rosy patches across her dirty, stained clothes. Her face was stoic, calm, rational.
But her eyes were wild with anger. With hate. These... Things, could not be permitted to live. And she was not permitted to die. Not here, not in this damp cave that smelled of sulfur and rot, of death and demons. Not here, in this unknown world with the spawns of Hell Itself staring down at her with tooth and claw.
No, not here, not now. And that meant no one ELSE was allowed to die. Not before her. Other people were important. Other people had names, had honor, had truth still left within them.
But not Truthless, no. So if she wasn't permitted to die here, and neither was anyone else, the solution was elegant in its simplicity.
She had to kill each and every one of of these Name-Devoured scourges. One. By. One. Truthless twisted the broken, sharp polearm shaft in her hands, a wild grin breaking across her once-stoic façade. "Then we shall dance, devils. I only pray you do not bleed out too quickly."
Sample 2: Covalte
The skies were gray as always, choked by smog and cloud until the sun above was a mere suggestion, a faint brighter patch in the steelwork-colored sky above. Truthless stared up for a moment, feeling the sweat trickle down her brow. Her current command was not a bad one, all things considered. It was backbreaking, exhausting, monotonous, and the effort of moving the rough-hewn bricks and laying lye-laden mortar without any tools left her hands scarred and bleeding.
But it could be worse.
It had been worse. Like the command to kill any intruders who came along. The command to stand outside in the snow until she passed out, purely for the enjoyment of the others in the tavern. The command to hold her head in the sewage drain until she nearly died. This was much easier than those stains upon her soul. There was a... Freedom in the labor. Yes, she was working for no wages and probably wouldn't earn more than a worm-laden loaf of bread and a mug of warm, possibly polluted rainwater tonight, but no one was ordering her now. No one was forcing her to obey every whim and choice, no one was testing the limits of her honor to her Oath.
All she had to do was keep quiet, keep moving, and ignore the growing pain in every muscle, joint and bone. Ignore the burning of her hands as the mortar ate away at the first, then second layers of calloused skin upon her hands. Ignore the stains on her once-proud Lucite Silver Army. Ignore everything.
Compared to the pain in her heart, this was much easier.
It could always be worse.