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Name(s): Duld Dreamboat (Renwick hates him for this), Bullseye Duld
Age: 60s
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Warband: Dream (Renwick's)
Affiliation: Iron Legion
Profession: Former indebted assassin, current bodyguard, (self-titled) professional gambler
The coolest man you'll ever meet (according to him), Duld is his a bodyguard, tasked with the protection of the Renwick Dreamguard, his legionnaire.
Quick on his feet and fast with his claws, Duld is an unpredictable agent of chaos in combat. What he lacks in stealth and finesse he makes up for in surprise and unorthodox approaches, always utilizing the environment to his advantage.
Formerly an assassin working off his debt to the Consortium, Renwick managed to wipe his debt clean, allowing him freedom from the dirty line of work he didn't enjoy, even if he was good at it. In appreciation of what Renwick did, Duld joined Renwick's warband, now putting his skills to "cleaner" work.
You'll find him in a bar gambling, taking risks he really shouldn't, doing bizarre training routines that only he could possibly understand the use of, or actually in active duty protecting his legionnaire.
Random facts:
Playboy, willing to use the sex appeal he believes he has in spades to get what he wants
The nickname "Bullseye Duld" comes from the fact he never misses a shot (or so he claims) with his trusty pistols, Pepper and Garlic
A risk-taker, he enjoys high risks gambling the most, wanting to put everything on the line and make a huge show, pleasing the crowd with his antics and risky behavior
The sunglasses never come off
Ends up in the Citadel stockade often enough for causing trouble and owing debt that he's known by name there
Name(s): Volum the Distant, Volum Gearspinner
Age: 50s
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Unsure
Warband: Gear (only member)
Affiliation: Iron Legion
Profession: Inventor, tasked with creating new ideas for the Iron Legion, is mostly given free reign
The oddball inventor type, Volum spends most of his time alone in his workshop, creating new inventions to satisfy his curiosity and his obligations to his legion. Working mostly with the theoretical, his inventions often are non-functional, but provide interesting data for future work.
While his work is usually meaningless, his occasional sparks of genius and chaotic innovation have earned him a permanent spot as an engineer Iron wants to keep around and happy, willing to do quite a bit to keep him satisfied.
He's got a loud personality, and loves to talk on and on. You can tell he's trying too hard, and he's unsure what to do when speaking with others.
He does long for bandmates and companionship in general, but finds it too difficult to talk to anyone, growing more and more isolated with age. Currently, he is his only warband member.
You'll find him in his workshop, the cafeteria, in the Imperator's Core for a mandatory check-in, and not really anywhere else. You'd have to drag him to get him to go anywhere else.
Random facts:
He has never had sex, my precious 50 year old virgin
Nicknamed "Volum the Distant" due to how difficult it is to get a hold of him
His greatest work is the water heating system the Black Citadel uses, providing temperature-controlled water for uses such as drinking and showering
Is always working on his "next big thing", excited to show you if you'll listen
Loose lips, he has spilled Iron technological secrets one too many times, much to his superiors dismay
Got an exemption for having to meet physical fitness standards of the Legion, leaving him with a delightfully chubby body
Name(s): Tidus Hardsoul
Age: Late 20s
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Warband: Soul (member)
Affiliation: Blood Legion
Profession: Soldier who does long distance transport of goods and materials
Tidus is a fun-loving man who loves to explore, making his current job his dream job. On the road for days or even weeks at a time, he gets to see all of what Tyria has to offer. He, his trusty cart and his dolyak Jessy have been everywhere at this point. Despite his naive and loud "frat boy" personality, he's surprisingly sensitive, and what he wants more than anything are deep connections and new friends.
Fun facts:
A nudist at heart, he only wears armor because he has to; if you're lucky (or unlucky), might find him naked in his cart when he thinks no one's gonna chew him out for it
Wants to be friends with everyone he can, especially if you look like you need a pal! Don't be surprised if he offers you a drink, or just a friendly paw
He's loud and loves a good joke
Loves sex, hates one-night stands; the worst you can do to him is leave him in the middle of the night without saying goodbye
Falls in love too easily; has broken his own heart many, many times
Loves to show off how huge and ripped he is. Don't complement him too much, it might go to his head!
The king of making bad decisions that get him in trouble, there's rarely a road trip he has where something doesn't go wrong
His Centurion, Centurion Ripmaw, hates his guts because he's always causing trouble
Proud to be Blood, a big "my Legion is the best Legion" guy
He and his warband don't actually see eachother much, due to the entire warband having the same job. It's rare they all get together at once, making Tidus surprisingly unfamiliar with his own bandmates
You can find him playing bar games in your favorite bar, drinking himself silly making dumb decisions, or doing drills in the rain because he once again didn't fill out his paperwork like he was supposed to.
Name(s): Gutter Wallbreaker
Age: ~50
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual, and DEFINITELY not bisexual, he swears!
Warband: Wall (member)
Affiliation: Flame Legion
Profession: Tribune, stationed in the Black Citadel to facilitate new, better relations with the other legions
A Flame man who fought fang and claw to help fix Flame. In what can only be described as a TV sitcom husband-wife relationship with his mate, Wylora. His zealotry for women's rights seems odd to everyone outside of Flame, and even inside of it, but his good nature makes everyone mostly look past his odd over-the-top chivalry.
Random facts:
Has a big gut he's quite proud of, thanks to Wylora's amazing cooking; they're both fat and love to spoil eachother!
In order to fight old Flame he learned the ways of the Spellbreaker; a force to be reckoned with if you're a magic-user!
Has made a personal vow to never say no to a woman, as it's what he believes he can do to make amends for their former enslavement and treatment in Flame; this bites him in the ass constantly. Comes across really strange to most outside of Flame, even condescending or sexist.
Bisexual, but hates to admit it still. Growing on it, though. Wylora likes it.
Loves wrestling and competitive sport in general
Contrary to other Charr, LOVES his greens. Wants to taste a Sylvari, because they look delicious to him.
Cries easily, often considered a "big softy", much to his dismay
Hates losing. A LOT. A huge sore loser.
Backstory under the cut.
Born to be a Flame warrior, from a young age he was trained to be a zealot, and taught that women are nothing more than livestock to breed. In his village it was particularly bad, with women having little to no rights.
Upon his first assignment to breed a Flame woman, he simply couldn't bring himself to do it. Gutter took every punishment in the book for refusing to breed or in general abuse women, and was beaten to near death multiple times. He was useful for other things, so he was kept around, begrudgingly.
In secrecy, thanks to new knowledge of the Spellbreaker being opened to the world in 1330, he and other women trained, learning to counter the magic of the Flame men oppressing his village.
On one fateful day, after careful planning with the women of his village, he and the women killed every man besides him in his small village, saving the women from enslavement. He made an oath, roaring it into the skies so all could hear: so long as he lived, not a single woman in this village would ever suffer again.
This event spurred Efram Greetsglory, who had also been working to make political changes within Flame, to meet with this village. This resulted in Gutter's immediate ascension to Tribune in Efram's new Flame to boost morale, as while Efram worked patiently and strategically, Gutter represented action and bravery, something everyone admired.
Before long, real change happened, and "new Flame" became just modern Flame. Gutter's bravery and heroism would never be forgotten by the women, who adore him.
In new Flame, where things have calmed down, Gutter spends his time protecting the peace and enforcing the new laws. He is often teased by the women, who love to toy with him. As far as he's concerned, they are allowed to do as they please; it's the least he can do, considering their prior treatment.
He is currently mated to Wylora Wallmender. The two of them share a special bond, always telling eachother everything and loving to talk to eachother for hours and hours. They aren't just lovers, they are best friends!
You can find him in the Black Citadel in his office, filling out paperwork. He's often running around, helping boost morale and make sure people know Flame isn't what it used to be.
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Name(s): Renwick Dreamguard
Age: ~70
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Warband: Dream (Legionnaire)
Affiliation: The Mesmer Collective (Tenth Veil), Iron Legion, Ash Legion (formerly)
Profession: Oneirologist (the scientific study of dreams) and general Mesmer Collective connection for the Iron Legion
A mesmer with a penchant for dreams. The last man you want to fall asleep near. Awkward and physically disabled, this man's stutter and anxious-appearing nature hides just how tricky and deadly he can truly be.
Random facts:
He has full control over dreams, and can make you see anything he wants, though he often prefers to just watch and see what happens
LOVES candy and other sweets, perhaps one of his few true weaknesses
No, he's not nervous; he's just got a stutter! (though he probably is nervous too)
He won't look at YOUR dreams... he promises! ;)
He's insomniac and so, so tired. Please be patient. He's trying!
Did you know he can make your heart stop while you're sleeping, resulting in a simple, mostly painless death, and there's nothing you could do to stop him? He just thought that was interesting.
Avid collector of fantasy fiction, as well as the erotic kind. His favorites are the ones about heroes and villains, light and darkness, fighting for their ideals.
Not asexual, but not too interested in "the real deal" either. Would rather read a book or make his sexual partners dream of things he wants to see.
Horrible self-esteem, even to this day. You almost wonder if he continues his studies because he still doesn't feel like he's good enough.
While only a Legionnaire technically, he is loved enough by Imperator Kindleshot that he's got the influence of a Tribune, much to the dismay of men like Tribune Goreblade, who insist she's "playing favorites".
Backstory under the cut.
(this blog is being converted to a general OC blog, though Bhuer and Erracus will of course still be posted about, just so will all my other boys and girls!)
Renwick Dreamguard was born in the Ash Legion homelands. However, due to his vocal stutter and physical disabilities, he was seen as a hopeless runt, incapable of performing up to standards of what Ash soldiers should be. His fahrar mates, and especially his Primus, constantly belittled him, insisting his he'd better learn to be useful somehow, or he'd be deadweight and abandoned.
Renwick, unable to meet the standards of his Legion and warband, used escapism as a coping mechanism. From a young age, he became fascinated by the world of dreams; due to his insomnia, he never had a dream himself, but wanted so badly to see them for himself. Thanks to texts he found, he was able to learn how to peer inside others dreams with mesmer magic. He spent his restless nights from them on perfecting his craft, watching others' dreams, and even learning how to influence them.
When the time came to leave the fahrar, no warband wanted him; his skill set was seen as pointless, and his disabilities made him viewed as a burden. Renwick, abandoned and feeling defeated, left the Ash Legion, heading to Lion's Arch.
In LA, he furthered his craft, experimenting on unsuspecting guests at inns. He spent years working odd-jobs, struggling to find a place for himself. Eventually, he tried to view the dreams of a Mesmer Collective member, who saw what he was doing and had never seen someone this powerful at this field of magic. He was invited to the collective, and given access to even more texts to study.
His time spent in the Mesmer Collective was not wasted, and over time he became one of the most powerful mesmers in Tyria period, a true force to be reckoned with. He finally felt as though he belonged, and he was safe to be himself.
One day, he was asked if he would like to work for the Iron Legion, as Imperator Kindleshot was wanting a connection to the Mesmer Collective. She also seemed interested in his work. His time in the Ash Legion made him wary of returning to the Legions, but for once in his life, he felt brave and decided to take the plunge.
While sad his Legion he was born into never fully accepted him back, the Iron Legion made him feel at home, and invited him to form his own warband. Renwick formed a small warband, looking to recruit others like him; oddballs with specific skill sets.
He now spends his time in the Black Citadel as the go-to man for all things Mesmer related. He continues his studies, on a never-ending quest for knowledge. You can find him in his small office in the Imperator's Core, likely reading a book, filing paperwork, or trying (and failing) to take a nap.
(Also, if you sent asks: they will get answered, I have been having to rekindle my love for old Charr men again. And now, the flame is burning brighter than ever. It's so hot it burns. Also I've been actually playing the game. I do raids now. They're fun.)
(I've been busy with both other interests and being a poor health having fucker, but here, have this sketch! I feel like Iron Legion would find it so romantic to kiss in front of an explosion.)
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A charr that's served as long as you's bound to have some some stories to tell. Mind regaling us with any from your time, Erracus, sir?
Heh, about time someone with some respect for their seniors asked a question. Wanna hear about ol' Erracus the Wise, eh?
Well, let's start with some background: I used to be an Iron spy. Artist's depiction here. Look at me... I was so handsome. So youthful. Nowadays, I'm just... ah, nevermind. Anyway...
Yup, we got spies. Blood, too. Met 'em myself. You think I got to be "the Wise" from reading some books? Nah. I was there, on the front lines, every flamin' day, for decades. 'Course, then I became a Quaestor and did more page-turning than espionage... but you get my point.
(Erracus continues to blab on... click the read more to listen to him ramble.)
These days, we work more closely together, but back in my day, relations were tense between the High Legions. Wasn't always sunshine and rainbows like you cubs are used to. We fought and killed eachother, and didn't trust a single thing the other said.
My warband and I would spend our days infiltrating Ash, Blood and Flame camps, checking what intel they knew. Our secrets have always been important to us. We were the best; our success rate was near 100%. Y'know why? Cause of me!
Hehe, yep. I was what I call the "disruptor". Others used a less flattering term, like "scapegoat" or "distraction", but ah well. They don't respect the craft. I'd head in, cause a ruckus, stick out like a sore thumb, and then during the commotion my cohorts would do their deed.
All these scars, my busted eye, trimmed horns? Yup. To be the disruptor, you gotta be tough. Take whatever they dish out, survive long enough for your pals to come and rescue ya if need be. Sometimes, it was the day of the mission, or I just plain got outta there before anything happened. Other times, weeks or a month. Worst was three whole months. Tortured me day and night trying to get me to spill all the Iron secrets. Can you blame them? We're Iron, our tech was, and still is, on top of the world. Priceless stuff that the other Legions, the rest of Tyria even, desperately want.
Now here's the catch: I never, not one damn time, spilled any Iron secrets. I'm proud of that, and those damn Ash hated me for it. Broke their confidence, made 'em question their techniques. They've changed it up over the years, and I bet I was the main reason. 'Course, these days, they've lightened up, mainly 'cause I'm not making their lives miserable anymore.
Why didn't they just kill me? Suppose I just got good luck, but I was always rescued before it ever got to that point. And I think, after I got my reputation,
One time, I walked into an Ash camp like it was nothing. Didn't even try to disguise myself. Just said "hey shitheads, I'm here." Wanted to see what'd happen. Use your imagination. Best part? Torga was there, too. Now she's a Tribune stationed in the same place I work! Heh. She and I laugh about it now, but I remember that day. Still makes my whole body ache thinking about what she put me through!
Ah, the good old days... Had a real reputation... All the interrogation was worth the looks on their faces when they finally realized I wasn't gonna talk, no matter what they did. They still don't know how I was so tough!
Suppose you wanted a specific story, but hey, you get what I give ya. Maybe I'll tell ya more some time, but I've yapped your four ears off long enough. Get on outta here! I'm tired.
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Sometimes, I like to reflect on things. I'm a deep thinker. You gotta be, to be Iron.
Feels like I've been sort of cooped up in here while everyone else is off having fun. Got jealous honestly, hearing of all the stuff Rytlock got up to! Saving Tyria, fighting Elder Dragons... Sorta felt like he left us behind. Just little old me, stuck in my glass dome, only getting to hear about all the amazing things everyone else gets up to after they happen.
But then I remember, it's nice to just settle into your work, focus on what's around you and nothing else. Be a stable presence. Make sure there's a home to come back to for all those cubs who wanna scamper off and see Tyria and save the world and whatnot.
So, when you get tired of all that running around, or need help blowing stuff up, keep us in the back of your mind. We'll be here, always.
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