Chaucer - The Wickerman

Name:
Chaucer Lestrade (Referred to as "The Wickerman" by cult members)

Gender:
Male

Age:
Early twenties, true birthdate not certain.

Race:
Human.

Appearance:
When stripped down to the bare basics, Chaucer isn't really a man who stands out from the crowd. With sloppy brown hair and a lanky build, you could probably mistake him as a generic member of the lower-class citizenry. With an eyepatch over his right eye and an elegant monocle on his right, his otherwise plain and rough face is really his only defining physical feature. Beyond that he is clothed in a simple collection of garments: A white shirt and tie, a pair of formal trousers and two pointed shoes. Over this is a long grey coat reaching down just a few inches over his knees, remaining unbuttoned at almost all times.

Loyalty:
The Cult of Bloodedge - An every-growing religious sect that believes that the legendary hero Bloodedge still lives on, and to this day searches for him.
Ragna - Convinced that he is Bloodedge reborn, and is willing to devote everything to assist him in his goals.

Personality:
As a member of the Cult of Bloodedge, Chaucer has seen fit to devote himself to prayer. While he does possess a blunt and rather warped sense of humour, he prefers to stick to business when at work as an Inquisitor. It is notable how he shifts when in the presence of the Bloodedge, dropping all sense of individuality and offering himself for use. In this state he rarely acts on his own accord, often doing absolutely nothing for hours on end unless explicitly commanded to do a task. His loyalty to the Bloodedge is to the point that he will gladly wound himself to offer him blood for use in combat.

Weaponry:
As an Inquisitor in the Cult of Bloodedge, Chaucer is expected to arm himself to carry out his tasks. While he often relies on numerous weapons, his most dearest tools of war would be his trusty kukri knife "Deepest Sympathies" and his elongated billhook "The Rake". While these weapons aren't very adapt at causing large bursts of damage, Chaucer can use them to keep his foes in the fight and deal terrible bleeding wounds to gradually melt his enemies into submission: A fight with him is a war of attrition.

Abilities:
While trained in combat and tasked with defending the Bloodedge, Chaucer isn't exactly that powerful in terms of sheer strength. While he is certainly stronger than your average man, his body is weak and not suitable for taking large punishment. To combat this, he relies on quick reflexes and great agility to lure his enemies in battle. The holy texts of the Cult tell of the great Azure Grimoire, and while there is no way that they could get their hands on the true thing, Chaucer makes do with an extremely simple mock up. With but a gesture of his finger tips, he can manipulate the very torrents of blood within a body, to the point that he can make a bleeding wound bleed for all eternity.

History:
There is a legend within the Librarium of a man. The man had no name so the legend goes, though to be honest it was more than likely that the historians had no valid reference. It is claimed that the man, slender and sickly, spent his entire life feasting his eyes upon the many works of history, literature and philosophy produced by his species. Seated in a museum on an island small yet significant in the Old World, he lived life in seclusion from others. This was before the Dark War, and before the Black Beast.

The man was adamant in his position, not willing to abandon his quest to find the answers to all things. He continued to read as people ran for shelter, and he continued to read as women and children screamed for help. He continued to read as the Beast closed in around him, and he continued to read as the rafters collapsed, trapping him in a towering inferno.

He died reading.

Although the tale claims that he never did die. Surviving his wounds - be it luck or a work of god - the man retook his throne in the derelict museum, the land around him now but an empty valley where the whirling winds buffeted ones senses, and the ruins of a once great civilisation withered away into myth. As he read on and on for one-hundred years, two-hundred years... Slowly the world began to rebuild itself in the high reaches of mountains. He knew of this, but still he continued scanning every single page of every single work, from Shakespeare to Nietzsche to Marx to Nelson. Slowly he began to uncover the truth.

The Great Lie.

There was no god, no karma, and no after-life. There was no reward at the end of one's journey, just an eternity in never-ending shadow. He was bitter about this, knowing that so many evil-doers and leeches from the labour of others would receive no punishment in the pits of the Underworld. So, he did what the Philosophers before him did: He theorised. After years of deliberation, he concluded that there was only one single purpose in life, which was to achieve all you can, and to not let the sands of time be your undoing. So with this in mind, he raised from his seat for the first time in centuries, packing his belongings and ascending the mountains to judge, trial, and sentence the worthless.

And so began the Inquisition.

Sometime during this man's journey, the Cult of Bloodedge was born from his labours. It is unknown why it was created, but that man's two tasks for the Cult remain in effect to this day: To judge the population of the new world, and to find the Bloodedge for him. The Cult elected a young man from the lowest sects of society to spearhead this task, absorbing him into the organisation and christening him "The Wickerman".

This man was a young Chaucer, who to this day acts as the Inquisitor of the Cult. When not searching for the Bloodedge, he spends time spying on members of society regardless of class and position. From there he assesses their history, their worth in society, and finally declares a verdict: Do they deserve their life? Or must they be purified?

His actions soon came to worldwide attention when numerous high ranking NOL officials were found murdered, ranging from low ranking soldiers to officers and commanders.

RP sample:
Normal Personality:
"I'm afraid that your time is up, Mister Bickerstaff. While your esteemed career as an NOL Officer has been distinguished by great scenes of cowardice and numerous corruption scandals, I'm afraid that you just don't pass the mark." Chaucer sighed, covering the Lieutenant's mouth with one hand and placing a blade against his throat with the other. Cutting straight to business, he pulled the tip of the weapon across his neck, maintaining eye contact as the officer's eyes slowly dimmed away. "Your crime is life, and your punishment is its confiscation."

Bloodedge Personality
"I am at your disposal, Bloodedge." Chaucer mumbled, keeling onto his knees and staring at Ragna's feet. "Wield me as a blade, and discard me as one."

RP Sample is kind of short, but i know its your first time, so as time progresses you`ll become better at this. His ability is extremely potent but since we´re dealing with Murakumos, sentinent acid and an immortal sociopath here, i think its reasonable. Just don´t abuse it.

In other words, since there aren´t any other admins yet, welcome to the forum. :V