The Town

This seems like a very, very interesting concept.

Endi's questions are basically all I'd want to know, too. When, what, where, (who and why are optional, and keeping that knowledge to yourself would probably benefit the story more)

How quickly do you want a character?

Updated my last post with a character profile.

Got rid of the reference to a gun or modern equipment (sort of..) in my character post. Also, if OOT is the inspiration then that's pretty easy for me to picture (Shame it wasn't Majora's Mask ).

I don't know if it's THAT decision heavy, but I want to have some of that in this.

Anyway, if I had to choose who I'd want for "the player" based on the two people who've replied, I think I'd go with Endicott. It's funny that you mentioned The Lone Traveler, Endi, as I was sure he'd respond to this as well. But, since that hasn't happened yet, I guess I'll just go ahead and choose you to get this project off the ground.

I'll go write the first post and let you know when it's done.

Good luck.

(Sorry, Endicott. I am interested. As for Steph, I honestly think you should make a character sheet if you’re interested. Don’t assumed you already know what SteelPlate has planned. Lastly, SteelPlate, I decided to add some details to the setting in order to develop my character’s background (I included his background in the Personality section – they do go hand in hand afterall). If there’s something off or just against what you had in mind with what I wrote point it out to me and I’ll edit it.

Edit: Woah. It seems I was a bit too slow. Should I take this down?)

Name: Vincent DeDinora; Vince

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Occupation: Hunter

Appearance: Vince is made of scabs. On the soles of his feet, catered from years of walking across the soft soil and grasses of the Townlands, on the inside of his thumb where his bowstring used to slice into him before Vince made his own thumb-ring, and on his shoulders and back when he’d help out on Uncle Erin’s farm – his shirt wrapped around his waist as the sun beat a staccato rhythm against his back as he raised a hoe up and down.

That was another distinctive quality to his appearance – his clothing. Many Townspeople wore the dark browns of leather – either from deer hunted or cattle raised on small farms. But Vince’s clothes were different – a deep navy blue with white around the cuffs of his sleeves and on the hems of both his shirt and pants. His cloak, when he wore it for cold winter nights and as a blanket to wrap around himself while out in the Thicket, was a more a more normal brown, but it still had fur stitched around the collar. Vince’s family came from a long line of both hunters and leatherworkers and long ago they learned the secrets of mixing dyes taken from the Thicket. The fact the DeDinoras could add color into their shirts, pants, boots and coats made them one of the most well-known leatherworkers in the Town, if not one of the most wealthy families as well.

Of course, while he’s hunting he goes for the more traditional beige leather of the Town – its brown blending in well with the barks of the trees in the Thicket. He also forgoes his hardy boots he wears when wandering through town for a barefoot approach – his feet just sliding over the forest floor.

It is during these times that the most noteworthy aspect of his appearance manifests itself: his eyes. When focusing on his prey, when stalking through the forest with one cautious step after another, when concentrating on death and how to cause it – his eyes shift from their normal light green hue to feral ones shadowed by his black locks.
The Townsfolk learned early on to avoid the Thicket when Vince’s out prowling.

Equipment: At all times Vince keeps a flask strapped to his hip filled with water. Out in the Thicket water was hard to come by and he could spend a night or two out in the woods searching for his prey. In the Town water, along with food, shelter and all other necessities, was openly available but he still kept it by his side so he wouldn't have to buy a meal - best be frugal with his wealth.

In the Thicket he normally wears a small sack strapped to his back next to his quiver which holds his rations for the day – dried deer jerky most like. Also in the sack was a rough sketch of the Town and the lands immediately around it, but Vince hasn’t needed to read over it in many years after he had memorized all the contours and nooks of the Thicket. As for weapons his weapons, his trusty bow is never too far away when he is traversing through the Thicket, and along with it comes all the necessities for using it. Spare sets of strings in case his bowstring ever snaps can be found in stored away in his sack, as well as his carved thumb-ring, and his skinning and carving knives – two identical daggers that he keeps with him at all times – his only line of defense in the Town as his bow is too unwieldy for self-defense against pickpockets, since his hefty coinpouch, nestled between those two daggers, is an obvious target - not that he lets it become visible often from underneath his cloak.

Lastly, he has a letter from his mother addressed to him. Vince found it tucked inside one of her favorite books up in the library. It remains unopened from its envelope.

Personality: Vincent DeDinora grew up as the heir to the DeDinora family, meant to take over the DeDinora Estate, otherwise known as the Lodge by the other hunters who live there, once he came to age. Due to this, he was spoiled rotten as a child, pampered by his father, Eduardo DeDinora, and his mother, Rina DeDinora, all throughout his early childhood. Due to his haughty demeanor, he did not get along well with other children his own age, though a few “friends” sucked up to him because of his parent great wealth.

The location of the Lodge did not help much. The DeDinora lived on the outskirts of the Town, by their own personal forest and hunting grounds known as the Thicket or the DeDinora Forest. The only ones who lived there was the DeDinoras, their servants, and some hunters who worked under the umbrella of the DeDinoras – hunting, fastening clothes and then selling their wares in town the stamp of the DeDinoras – a salmon jumping out of the water – designating their stalls.

Things changed when his mother, Rina, discovered she was pregnant. Suddenly, he was not the center of his parents’ lives. They both became busy preparing for the baby’s arrival, especially with the development of new extension to the Lodge. His father told Vince that it would be the children’s quarters – a wing that would house not only his own separate room (he had been living up to that point in a separate bed in his parent’s room), but his new sibling’s and a play area for the two of them.

Normally, he’d would be ecstatic, but now he just saw it as the baby stealing his parents away from him.
He became temperamental – breaking out into temper tantrums with the both of them, which would leave his father annoyed and his mother suppressing tears (she tended to be rather moody as the pregnancy went on – easily upset). In the years after, Vince would remember that he had a fight with the two of them, but not exactly what he said.
He’s afraid, more than anything, that his last words to them was “I hate you”.

But he had no time to make amends or for time and a bit of maturity to accept this new addition to his family, since his whole family was stolen away from him. The Master of the estate was with his young wife in the construction area (another one of her requests – she wanted a more active role in the development and not be cooped up in the estate) directing the builders when an earthquake struck, vibrating through the estate. For the older wings of the house, the earthquake did no more than shake the foundation of the lodge some. But in the new expansion, one of the support beams snapped and then landed on the couple.

Eduardo DeDinora, master of the DeDinora family, died instantly – his neck bent at an angle.

Rina DeDinora was not so lucky. The beam fell along her stomach, smashing her unborn child and puncturing her lungs.

Her’s was a slow and painful death.

At the time Vince was over at his Uncle Erin’s farm – a farm the family owns in order to pasture cows if the hunting gets rough, when two servants from the Estate came to inform him of the situation and pick him up. Vince returned with Uncle Erin, but was too late. They had both pasted away.

Vince was irrevocably changed after that, though at the time the rest of the workers on the estate just assumed it was a phase of mourning. Vince locked himself in the library upstairs, refusing to eat or speak to anyone. Those who did approach him worriedly mentioned how his eyes seemed lifeless, no expression on his face whatsoever.

Uncle Erin took over reins of the DeDinora family, but running the lodge, farm, finishing the construction (they had already paid the builders after all) and arranging for his brother’s and his wife’s funeral took a lot out of him. It was during one of these busy periods, when he was in his brother’s bedchamber over his desk with papers scattered about it that Vince finally came out of the library and into his parents’ old bedroom.

“I want to help,” He said. And, like that, the twelve year old Vincent DeDinora took up the duties of his household.

For the following year after his parent’s death Uncle Erin continued to run both the lodge and the farm, commuting between the two, and teaching Vince the day to day requirements and expectations from him as the head of the DeDinoras – something that his father had only briefly touched on in favor of letting Vince live out a his childhood. But once Uncle Erin left Vincent took up the reigns as the youngest master of the DeDinoras in living history, both running the Estate and going out to hunt in the Thicket at equal measure.

It is those hunts that emotions, his true feelings, come out in his solitude within the forest. The anger which burns in his eyes as he goes to kill, the tears that silently course down his face at nights as he curls up against a tree in his cloak, all of them break through his stoic mask during those couple days of the hunt only for it to slip back on again when he steps out to take on his duties once more.

The hunt is his only solace. His only relief from the buildup of stress and the suppressed guilt.

But a routine of sorts had developed. His daily life went on.

He did give you the go ahead. I won't be rping most likely since I was too slow, unless he changes his mind about the one person only rule. Just go ahead and finish your WIP post.