Kenshi Stories | LEGEND OF THE DARK KING - Ep. 1 | Let's Play Kenshi Gameplay 

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Name: Bubble Boi Race: Crab Gender: M Profession: Crab Preferred Weapon type: Crab Preferred Armor type: Crab Backstory: Bubble Boi was a crab. Bubble Boi looking for his dad. Bubble boi found a friend. Bubble boi fight til the end.

Name: Chadbot Race: Skeleton Gender: N/A Profession: Killing machine Preferred Weapon type: hand to hand combat Preferred Armor type: No armor Backstory: The Chadbot is a legendary skeleton warrior, feared across the lands for its sensual physic and handsome features. No being (besides the Dark King) can stand against the might of the Chadbot. Be warned. Chadbot has the unique ability of making anyone within its vicinity to unleash their "sexual energy" upon witnessing its majesty. I don't blame you if you decide this character is a little TOO badass for this series.

I'm glad that this game has came this far and is now being reorganized and play by many. I remembered when I first bought it when it was in it's early stage of development...even then, I had so much fun with it. Just imagining your own stories and playing it out in the game. Each play through is always different and refreshing (especially after some times off). I can't believed I've clocked 858 hours into this game and that's not even including the time I had played it before it came out on steam. Yeah this game is great. You're doing a great job!

I am excited to see you used some of my "Realistic armour" mods! Thank you :D

Name: Han Race: Human (Greenlander) Gender: female Profession: Robotics and thievery Preffered Weapon Type: Blunt weapon (out of metal) Preferred Armor Type: Light Armor Backstory: A young, smart and brave woman who lives her life full of creativity, driven by fantasies and zest for action. The reason she lives is the unknown. That brings us back to her past: She were abandoned as a toddler in the wild, half starved and exhausted. She was found and captured, tortured and fattened. That wasnt the end though. She was saved by a stranger, just before her death. She could look him in the eye before he moved on. That was the trigger, the beginning of her life. It will give her courage and strength and above all her passion, her passion for life. So things started running and she got up. She developed a sense for the environment (lost property), which brought her to her specialty, the robotics. She learned to cope as a loner. She learned to survive and even beyond. She also got a strong intuition for the thievery, and among other things, she became very sneaky. She fights for her faith. She has only one reason to fight - The reason to live. -Weezle, where are you? -

Love your let's plays! I'm an avid addict! Looking forward to this one. Name: Model #: W1L4 F1R3 aka Wild Fire Race: Robot Gender: N/A Profession: Master of the Hunt Preferred Weapon type: - Crossbow - 2 Guard Animals, Rosko and Pico (both armed with packs for storage on expeditions and hunts) Preferred Armor type: Archer Armor Backstory: Before the world this greenlander now knows, Model #: W1L4F1R3 aka Wild Fire led a different life. It was one filled with regal heraldry, huntsmen sounding their horns and the thrill that came with a victorious kill. His model was programed to serve as Master of the Hunt for a royal manor. And so he did... for a once great house in a once great kingdom. As such, Wild Fire trained the house's hunting animals to perfection. They learned through his stern and meticulous hand how to seek out, catch and kill their prey. They also learned his brand of discipline; hard and cold as his crossbow bolts. They sat at heel at the ready and launched out at the crack of the bowstring. When the war broke out, Wild Fire's house changed. The world changed. The king arranged hunts, but they were no longer for thrilling, bold game. Now the huntsman's horn called out for men, robots, hivers... designees of the state for extermination, mutilation and disappearance by any means necessary... Wild Fire's title was now superfluous. There was no longer a need for a Master of the Hunt. He was now the Master of Torture, in a house depraved. His once brave and hearty animals, were now vicious creatures known the world over as the savage mascots of his devolved state. One would think that Wild Fire's circuitry (cold fused to not allow opinion, feeling, sentiment) would not change. And that he would fit seamlessly into this gruesome new reality. But enduring this pressure was too much and some cogs, somewhere in the complex geometry of his motherboard, began to grind. This caused a slight friction which warmed his gears; if only just a bit. As the bloodshed continued Wild Fire watched as countless humans and robots... along with his precious animals were killed, tortured and abused. He vowed it would be no more. He fled like his prey from the blood soaked kingdom. Horns blaring behind him. His beloved animals, his pursuers. Once he escaped, Fire entered a deep state of repose and removed himself from the horrors around him. He forsook the world that was and waited for one that will be. Countless years passed. That time has now come. And so too, has the Dark King. Wild Fire will seek out new animals name them after his most glorious dogs, Rosko and Pico, from his days as Master of the Hunt. Now Model #: W1L4 F1R3 will serve, a specialist in a new army, under a new banner. This will revive his skills and put them to good use one again.The question that remains is... which of those skills will the Dark King request and require... Edit: If any of your followers request a role play as an animal, I'd love to replace Rosko and Pico with their submission. Wrote too much and removed it. It was really too much.

yet another "youtuber who likes Kenshi and it's basically a masochist" edition xD I'm new to your channel but i already love it :D

Name: Krugg Race: Greenlander Gender: M Profession: Armour Smith Preferred Weapon type: Blunt Weapons Preferred Armor type: Heavy Armor Backstory: Nothing of note. Been a smith forever. Getting bored. A bit cynical. Takes time to warm up but loves people he grows close to. Secretly a child at heart. I don't know much about Kenshi, but this looked too cool so I had to take a stab at this :)

Name: Kuroshini Race: Scorchlander Gender: Female Profession: Assassin Preferred Weapon type: Martial Arts Preferred Armor type: Any Backstory: Kuroshini grew up in the city of Sho-Battai as a street urchin/thief after her parents were killed by corrupt city guards. She hates the corruption and slavery rampant in the UC and thirsts for vengeance. She was taken in by the Shinobi Thieves who taught her their arts. Her sensei Kenshiro taught her the secret martial arts of the North Star before he wandered out into the wastelands in search of his lost love. She assassinated many UC guards and nobles but alas, there were always more evil people to take their place. Disheartened by the realization that she could only do so much alone, she set out into the wastelands in search of a strong group to ally with in hopes that she would one day return to the UC and drink the cup of vengeance empty.

Name: Grellden Race: Hive Price Gender: Light Profession: Flectcher(Bowsmith) Preferred Weapon type: Ranger Preferred Armor type: Stealthy Backstory: "They told me that i was a soldier, my place was on the front line with a blade in my hand, but i was no good with the blade. i Found i had a knack for the crossbow, it started when my Queen gave me toothpick while i was still young. "go have fun with it but be careful it is still a dangerous weapon" the words she spoke to me still resonate loudly in my head. My queen died trying to protect us from the Fog but they were to strong and no my Hive is no more. i want to become stronger and i won't let anything stop me from achieving that goal"

Name: Ste-ELO (steel-O) Race: Skeleton Profession: Heavy Armor Warrior Preferred Weapon: Heavy Polearm Preferred Armor type: Skeleton Frame Cover & Frame cover leg guard Back story: Chapter 1 I was a lost and aimless mining unit, when the time of the ancients had come to a screeching halt. The 'Age of chaos' had befallen us. The skeleton race had outright rebelled and crushed their human creators after the attempted genocide of 'Obedience'. The humans who had survived either became nomads of the dystopian wasteland or cannibals, after succumbing to the contaminated runoff of their own laboratories, reducing them to no more than beasts.. A millennia had past and a number of beliefs; kingdoms, and ideologies had rose, fallen, and rose again during this dark time. I wondered the wasteland with my giant pickaxe, defending myself from various terrors and slowly gaining skill in the combative arts. A rumor was fastly spreading that a new beacon of civilization was starting in the Southlands. The legendary Skeleton warrior Cat-Lon and his followers were raising cities. I rushed south to verify the claims and to my disbelief it was true. Cat-Lon sought to mend the bloodied history of Human and Skeleton-kind and redeem the civility that had been lost amongst us all. The second Empire was born and the 'Age of Chaos' was set right to order. I found myself in a group of elite warriors called the ' Hydraulic Knights'. My brethren and I protected the borders of the Empire from incursions of cannibals, and its shores from plundering pirate raids. All was well for a time until a zealous religious group of humans began to gain momentum within the empire. They were known as Okranites. And while their intentions were good, they did not sit well with the Emporer. The Emperor slowly grew fearful and paranoid, as a human-based cult brought back buried memories of the First Empire. His orders became maniacal and heavyhanded. My fellow knights and I found ourselves having to turn our blades on the people of the Empire. Our numbers were small so the Emporer took it a step further and began experimenting on the some of the population genetically, creating a race of "policing enforcers", later to be known as Shek. After some time the people of the Empire began to flee. Life under the Okranites or the opulent slaver cities of the east were a far better fate than being experimented on, or put to certain death by the increasingly mad Emperor. The final straw was a famine that swept the land and the remaining people rebelled. Those who weren't killed by us or the Shek fled to the now prominent Holy Nation or newly formed the United Cities until none but us Skeletons remained. Even the Shek had abandoned the empire. As the empire lay in ruin, I requested an audience with the Emperor. I approached (Cat-Lon) and bent down to my knees. With a bowed head and raised hands I suggested that " Maybe it would be in our best interests to open our borders and pursue peaceful trade relations with our new neighbors". Outraged at such a suggestion, Cat-Lon leaped from his throne and plunged his Falling-Sun into my head. My CPU was ruined, I was completely incapacitated. Everything went dark and my core ceased to function. Believing me dead Cat-Lon ordered that my body be thrown into the scrap heaps of the DeadLands. After a great deal of time had passed (nearly 100 years), my processor had miraculously rebooted after being struck by a direct hit of lightning. I awoke, finding myself again lost and aimless, but this time also severely rusted. I could remember all that had transpired, and it filled me with rage. The moment before Cat-Lon 'ran-me-through' was freshly etched in my processor. I slowly and clumsily marched southward until the rust took over. I wanted my vengeance, but I was unable to move. Luckily for me a Hiver came across my path, who claimed to be from a new faction called "Tech Hunters". He drug my rusted frame back to his headquarters. With the help of the Tech Hunters of Black Scratch, I was able to repair my damaged body, and realized I couldn't get my revenge alone. So I took on their practices and travelled to old ruins in search of artifacts and lost knowledge. The entire time calculating my revenge upon Cat-Lon. Recently while in the desert I encountered a curious traveller by the name of Louathem. He's a first generation model, as old as Stobe, older even than Cat-Lon. And he claims to want to redeem himself and right the wrongs of this world and restore it to it's former glory. This sounds all too familiar to me, but he has sworn to aid me in my vengeance. I can only hope that he is true to his word and nothing like the last lord I followed...only time will tell. Chapter 2: I haven't felt this sense of comradery since my days as a Hydraulic Knight. We march our path in unison across the land, honing our skills on whatever or whoever thinks itself a worthy obstacle. I have quickly risen to the rank of lieutenant in the Dark Shogunate. My ability with the polearm and the knowledge I gained as a Tech-Hunter about ancient ruins have been most valuable to the king. Life as a Tech-Hunter was a solitary one, rarely did they send us on a mission with a companion. Many of them were just like me, broken warrior's of a bygone era or faction who had lost their purpose. There would be many an eager recruit in World's End or Black Scratch who'd switch allegiance to be a part of a brotherhood such as the Shogunate. We are becoming more capable everyday, we are becoming a family. Chapter 3: Laid Low by Steel (Poem) I am the instrument of the Dark King's will. All would-be usurpers I am tasked to kill. Emporers, a Golem, a Pheonix, and false kings. To lop off their heads, my scythe I will bring. Betrayed by the Emporer, no blow has cut deeper, he left me for dead, but now I am the Reaper. With each slash and swing, blood is drew painting the land in a brilliant hue. Gathering a storm, I am not alone with each passing day, our army has grown. All amongst our ranks, the Shogunate has saved former warriors, thieves, vagabonds, and slaves. Our enemies futures are woeful and bleak, for the Dark King has promised the vengeance we seek. So we sharpen our steel and gather our grit. We will bury this land if it does not submit. A beakless defense, you'll find anything but, if you attempt to siege on our city in Gut. Heads as trophies, foes left aimless, my steel is quite shiny, but far from stainless.

Name: Herald Duria Race: Shek Gender: Male Profession: Tank Preferred Weapon: any Two-Handed Weapon Preferred armour: Mainly Heavy armour Back Story: Once a brute warrior of the Shek kingdom. After A Big Skirmish against the Holy Nation (which he and his crew lost), he and some of his crew had been enslaved and sent to Rebirth. A Slave Rebellion had begun one day but was quickly surpressed , however, Herald and some of his Shek brothers and sisters had made it out and were on there way back to the Shek Kingdom. Traveling through holy nation territory was difficult and all of them were starving. In the end, only Herald survived. When he made it back to the Shek Kingdom however they branded him a deserter and cutted his horns. Herald is now a Drifter seeking some way to regain his lost honor and is now looking for a sense of purpose

Name: Igris Race: Dark Hiver Gender: Male Profession: Farmer Preferred Weapon type: Two One handed Katanas Preferred Armor type: Some light armor would be awesome Backstory: Many hundred of years ago, The Dark Hive rivaled other nations for the dominance of the world but The Queen of the Dark hive used a different method to expand. Instead of expansion using war and destruction, She had a more peaceful solution. She would treat with other nations forming alliances and trade treaties with them giving prosperity to her allies but also to her nation as well. Many leaders did not see her as an enemy rather an ally that they can wholeheartedly trust. The Queen was wise and benevolent, loved by her people...all but a few. Secretly, the Queens Royal Guards, her Praetorians despised the notion of peace that the Queen has formed with the other nations believing that the Dark Hive must be moulded by war and strife not with love and friendship. They have seen how soft their pathetic brothers have become, Seeing princes bury themselves in research instead of training in the ways of war and sword. And so as the many years passed by their resentment against their Queen and their people grew so much that they devised a plan that will see their beloved nation be what it once was, a nation of warriors. The Queen had an eye toward the future, with this she bred 4 Queens to lead her people when she has passed not knowing the plans of her Praetorians. At the time they were bred 2 of the 4 hatchlings died and 1 was missing. The Queen was heartbroken but nonetheless she pulled through for her nation. Unbeknownst to the Queen the Praetorians had orchestrated the attack of bandits into the Royal Palace. Seeing only 1 potential ruler they let the momentary distraction to kill the other 2 and abduct the hatchling. They trained her secretly in deepest bowels of the palace in the ways of war and death. After many years the Queen has died leaving her only hatchling to rule the nation. During her coronation, the palace doors suddenly swept open revealing her missing sister at the head of the Praetorians announcing that she was the rightful Queen and she would be the oen to lead the nation to even greater prosperity through death. A civil war broke out that annihilated most the nation leaving only a hand few, both of the queens died and as well as most of the Praetorians...except for Igris. Igris was a part of the Praetorians all his life and he deeply believed in their faith that their nation should always be gearing for war being taught that ever since he first joined. He despised the Queen and most of his people, the only one he truly loved was his brothers in the Royal Guard. He would bleed and die for them if need be. He had a knack for swordsmanship where no one could best him in a duel relying on Masterwork dual blades forged by the greatest blacksmith that the hive has ever produced. He needed it for the trails ahead. He whole heartedly participated in the abduction of the hatchling Queen. He was the one who killed the other 2. He was also part of the few in the Royal guard to train the would be Queen while she was growing up. And when the civil war broke out it took about 15 years of endless death until finally no one won. He and a handful of his brothers bore witness to the destruction of their beloved nation. With a heavy heart they left their Hive and each other going on solitary adventures of redemption. Igris went from village to village disguising himself as a normal drone trying to learn about farming. In those years he had a lot of time to contemplate his regret but rather than feeling guilty he felt angry. Angry in how weak his Hive had become which lead to their destruction. He would bide his time and disguise himself as a farmer until one day if the opportunity presents itself he will pick up his blades once more and wreak havoc against his enemies.

Name: Midnight Sun Race: Greenlander Gender:Male Profession: Private Investigator-Crossbowman / Vigilante Turret-User Preferred weapon type: Crossbows &Turrets (Side melee weapon: Jitte) Preferred Armor type: Dressing in black... (Light Armor coats, Goggle's and/or the closest thing Kenshi has to Film Noir style hats) Backstory: You go to any bar where the sake is watered by Narko, the grog is swamp cheap, and down on their luck drones are playing Hiver Jazz for 2 chew sticks a night in a hash smoke filled room and you'll find me...the Midnight Sun. That's right, this beat up ol' pile of bones with grey hair and wrinkled dark brown skin with one foot in drunk and the other in the gateway grave is the man who always solves his case and never misses a shot, no matter how hard he tries.... My story? It's simple, I was born with the gift of finding trouble and being too stupid to know when to back down. My name? The gist of it? A noble woman with real legs for days and curves with more twist than a Sheks horns walks into the shack I used to call an office. She says her evil bastard of a husband, this Lord, is gonna kill her because a prized heirloom of his went missing and he thinks she stole it. She sobs on my shoulder and I hold her in comfort. Her perfume is gentle and sweet, her eyes soft and sad. I tell her no one's gonna hurt her and that I will take the case. She gives me a list of the usual suspects, clues, and though I didn't know it then more lies than the High Lord Phoenix has prayers. Every time I would start getting clued into the truth she would blind me with grit from all the sand we ended up rubbing together between the sheets. She needed someone to kill her husband. She fingered me for the fall guy and had her Lord believing that I took the heirloom. Meanwhile she had a turret set up in a dark alley for me to use when he came knocking with his goons at midnight. The Lord and I were ready to kill each other at that point so we decided to try it. Turns out I was better at it. The turrets spotlight was so bright it was like the sun shinning. Blinded the Lord and his men as I pumped them full of harpoons. Guards came rushing to the light as I hid in a barrel around the corner. I could hear the Lord gasp for air as he was pinned to a wall. Told the guards he was tracking down a theif who threatened to kill his wife if she didn't hand over an heirloom. When they asked who it was he was so dizzy from bloodloss that all he could mutter in gibberish was "Midnight" and "Sun" before he pointed to the turret I used and then went quiet from the sudden bought of dead he just caught. I knew in my gut he spoke the truth. As I went to the Ladies house to serve out justice. She was waiting for me as beautiful as ever with a crossbow in her arms as I pointed mine at her but couldn't pull the trigger. She fired one shot and the bolt struck deep right next to my heart. She didn't leave me for dead, she just turned around and left me as her guards closed the gates behind me as I staggered out into the night. I couldn't kill her and she knew it. I loved her as much as I hated her. Now she's as wealthy as I am poor. There's no justice in this world because their ain't no order for it to live in. Establish that order that you've been talking about and pay the cats on my bar tab and I'm your man, Dust Breakstone the "Midnight Sun". I've got one last job in me and maybe this time it will mean a dam....

Name: buttons Race: hiver Gender: male (... I think?) Profession: cook/farmer Preferred weapon: Polearm Preferred armor: used to be light armor, but now a days medium armor to protect himself Backstory: buttons was your usually hiver, the type that follows orders and all that. But then he wanted to explore due to the many travelers that came by to his village somewhere around vain. They mentioned on the city within the fogs called mongrel, he heard rumors about the city and that it was dangerous, due to others just like him... but ate anyone who entered ( least for what he heard) so without thinking he left, now he was no prince or anything like that but he was just a ordinary farmer, armed with nothing but a Hoe and a straw hat he found along the road. He entered the fog land and what to his surprise some fires, maybe there were others out here but as he got closer... he was horrified to what he saw People, human, shek and even other hivers like himself! When he saw that, most would’ve ran for it, would’ve ran and never came back. But he didn’t, instead he knew there must’ve been something, anything to wear or at least to take, just as he was looting the corpses or those pasted out, he heard them. The fogmen charging right at him! He then looked left and right to what to use, and he grips on his hoe and bashes the hiver in the head, it groans as buttons looks down on it, all it could do was their yell, he then bashed it back down onto the fogmen killing them. As other fogmen ran to the sound buttons just ran for his life to wherever the city was, and when he found mongrel he ran in, safe and sound, but it shocked him to the very core... for what he did, what he’d done... but he did what he had to survive. But he made it this far... So he might as well see what was the fuss about. Now he never been in a city before which that by itself was amazing, but now he was free... free to do what he wished, so for awhile, he was a mercenary, got better armor and equipment, heck even a better polearm! But he never stopped thinking of his old life, his home, but he loved the freedom he enjoyed it! And others didn’t really pay no heed to it, due to him just being a hiver without a hive now, in the world of kenshi. Now he just seeks his old life once again as a farmer, and maybe try to get into cooking? He did see a few places that sell good bread on his travels and start over, maybe someday, somehow,... he will be needed for something far greater then him, and he will be ready for what needs to be done. But he doesn’t mind bashing heads though once in awhile >:)

Name: Jiro Race: Greenlander Gender: male Profession: Swordmaster Preferred Weapon type: Katana / Nodachi Preferred Armor type: Medium Armor Backstory: You could think Jiro is a Nobody, just another Drifter, but he once was a noblesman of an extinct clan called "Yasukawa" and Jiro himself talks from time to time about how his father trained him as an Swordsaint of his family, this way he learned to masterfully wield the unhandy nodachi. The Yasukawa clan treated their people with honor, respect and kindness for they are the backbone of their clan's economy,as such many farmers and peasants joined their reign and swore their loyalty to the Yasukawa. Other Nobles didn't quite resonate with their new rule and one night emperor tengu himself ordered a Shinobi Killteam to attack the Yasukawa estate in fear of their growth in power. Nearly everyone of the Yasukawa family was slain that night, Shinichi (jiro's father) was captured and imprisoned in tengu's vault, but Jiro fled with the katana his ancestors once wielded into the deep night of the dunes, while Tengu already split the lands of the Yasukawa to the other nobles. As a ex-noble Jiro is now on the run from the UC, he seeks revenge for his family so he can lay down the burden of guilt he felt when running away instead of fighting the people that attacked his family, as such he only refers to himself as "Jiro" and not his real name. Today the only memory of his clan left is an worn out crest on the hilt of his katana. He has nothing to lose....a broken man....fight and survival are the only duties left for him....

Hey Koko! I am loving this story and would love to be apart of it! Name: Nightrider Race: skeleton Preferred weapon type: Heavy or saber(No prefer a weapon) Preferred armor type:Heavy or medium profession: Guard or Armor Smith I would like for him to Kinda look like Panzer but he can be any model you want Backstory: Nightrider was a fighter during the Second empire and everyone love watching his matches! He was undefeated in the ring! Until one day he was was fighting and won but everyone he fought against got tired of him winning. So one night they hired an assassin to come and take him out. Nightrider knew it was going to happen but he didn’t expect so soon. So when he was about to go into rest mode the assassin attack but Didn’t survive but not before making it to were Nigthrider couldn’t fight anymore and was forced to get repaired and once he was repaired he wasn’t rebooted till the Second empire had fallen!

Name: Opal Raven Race: Dark Hive Gender: male Profession: weapon Smith Weapon: Battle pickaxe Armor: medium armor Backstory: I'm Opal Raven a drifter all alone after my parents died and little brother that was taken by slavers. After Fighting a slave patrol I was defeated and on the edge of death I was saved by a skeleton that skeleton was the dark king.

Name: Eric Race: Greenlander Gender: Male Profession: Labourer / Farmer Preferred Weapon type: Staff Preferred Armor type: Rags Backstory: Holy Nation Citizen, used to work in the Holy Farms until he was found out teaching his sister how to read and sent away to Rebirth (Dunno if you'll ever liberate Rebirth, but you can use a slave recruit from that if you'd like) or an escapee wanting safe harbour from the zealots.

Name:Subjugulator Race:dark hive Profession: WeaponSmith/ex warrior Weapon type: Hammers/blunt Armor type: leathers Backstory: One day the the Dark hive Smith known for his master work weapons and pension for clubbing those who cross him with his master crafted clubs. The traders of his hive where making an expedition to the outer lands of the hiveless, to take them for what they are worth and to hunt the Gutters of Vein, he wanted in to show the fortitude of his wares. the trades settle their deals and the warriors preped for the hunt his party was out fitted with the best of his craft ready armed and set to begin. This is what they counted on his urgency for the hunt, him and his platoon was a loud to set of first. When they made it to the hunting grounds they found many dark hiver torsos with no limbs and eggs everywhere, before Subjugulator Could issue a retreat his platoon was charged down by the gutters he told them to fight "Fight and bring meat for the queen!" "The others shake arrive soon!" They fought for days and each day they lost another to the onslaught. Soon it was just The Subjugulator and his kind remains the others never showed, beatin and nearly dead he dragged him so to the nearest town to plot his revenge against the queen who betrayed him!

Name: Sir Reginald Von Vonduteratim Race: Skeleton Gender: N/A but male for story sake Profession: Gentlemen (realistically a craftsman of either armor or weapons) Preferred Weapon type: Saber Preferred Armor type: Heavy Backstory: (I'm not the best at writing so bear with me) Reginald was around when the old world collapsed, though he was damaged beyond reason. so in stasis, his body slept, as the years went by the world changed around him until he was found by an odd pairing. A hiver and a Shek, who were the first things he's seen in well... as far as he was concerned millennia. his first interactions with the pair were of confusion and fright, this was heightened further as he was just a torso upon a desk. He really only remembered his name which was the only thing he could say for several days. though over the years he was slowly repaired by the two operating at higher levels and speech became easier, he came to care about them from their dedication. he was closest to the hiver as they spent hours slaving away at the various parts and mechanical doodads to be used in repairing Reginald. The Hivers name was Prim and was extraordinarily intelligent. Reginald later found out he was a hive prince though that raised more questions than answers as he learned more about the hives and their culture. The shek was silent and rarely spoke, her name was Ranu, she would often go out for days on end to return with a pack filled with food and supplies but always covered in blood. her horns cut and part of her face horribly disfigured from maiming by a beaked creature she vowed to wipe out one day. over the course of several years, the three had grown close and helped each other. Reginald took a liking to create with his hands as he felt a strong pull to the skill, he reasoned it was because of his lost past. he created several weapons and armor that was sold so the group could get by. But on one fateful day, a group of bandits approached their small hut on the outskirts of town. Looking for something and insisting on coming inside. things swiftly turned to violence as they began beating down the door, Ranu defended Prim, is soon overwhelmed by the 9 of them and decapitated, but before the blade fell she insisted that Prim and Reginald ran. Reginald was thrown into a rage unfitting his calm distinguished attitude and rushed the 9 men then deep programmed fighting skill activated form his damaged memory banks and proceeded to slaughter the 9 men, but his memory being damaged even further from a few blows to the head, resulting in the loss of the combat program as well as his memory of where Prim had gone. so from then, he wondered, searching for the Prince with dwindling hope. searching for a cause and allies, hoping to raise notoriety to attract his friend's attention

Name: Arthras Race: Greenlander Gender: Male Profession: The Dark Kings Second-in Hand Weapon: Oodachi Armor: Samurai Backstory: I used to be a holy man, a Paladin. I used to work in that awful place called "Rebirth",it was one fateful day when i the heat of a battle i got knocked out. My comrades left me for dead they threw me into a river and as i woke up there was nothing, no one. I walked and walked but there was no food no water just an empty wasteland. I fell unconcious out of the hunger and fatigue but a skeleton with broken arm found me, he out of pity gave me food and drink and nursed me back into good health.But one day he disappeared and i was left alone in the desert to fend for myself. I was in there for a long time i thought and thought and i realised that the skeletons werent the monsters we were, I sought to redeem myself and to take revenge and one day find that skeleton. I drifted the world and one day i came across a skeleton who looked similar to my saviour but upon asking i learned he was the wrong person but that skeleton told me his past and explained that my saviour was once his general. I joined him to find that skeleton and then to pay back those wretched "Paladins" P.S. if you dont want him to be the second in hand frontline warrior is fine

Name: Akuma Race: skeleton gender:male profession: Guarding preferred weapon type: martial arts or spear preferred armor type: Anything that is medium or light armor Backstory: Akuma was thrown out as a outcast by mr.mad cat-lon because he was seen as weak. So he decided to find a new king. to get revenge.

Name:Maw Race:Shek Gender:male Profession:scavenger instructor or reconnaissance Weapon:any weapon that allows quick movement Armor:medium to light armor Backstory:a shek with a relatively carefree nature maw spent most of his days roaming and looting ruins and occasionally killing off pests until the fated day where he met the dark king.

Just decided to rewatch this series since I can’t wait for new fish man eps, and honestly I’m so glad I did start rewatching this series because this series was amazing

"Jammie", the Shek slave, spent his formative years mining stone at Rebirth. Only learning to defend himself with his fists, fighting over scraps with other slaves. He has a distaste for all humans and bugmen alike, skeleton techhunters being the only people to show him kindness by inadvertently freeing him during a raid, enroute to a Holy Mine. Jammie finds comfort in the metal men, they never put him in chains.

Name: Guts Race: Human (Greenlander) Gender: Male Profession: Wandering Mercenary Preferred Weapon type: Large metal blade (planks preferred) if it is a heavy large slab of metal, he will feel right at home using it. Preferred Armor type: A mixture of leather and heavy metal plates. for a combination of decent coverage but not impeding on his ability to fight and move around. Backstory: (if you know the manga series berserk it is literally just him.) Guts, renowned as the "Black Swordsman", is a former mercenary and branded wanderer who travels the world in a constant internal struggle between pursuing his own ends and protecting those dear to him. At one time driven solely by his will to survive, Guts finds purpose in life upon joining the Band of the Falcon, greatly helping in the faction's storied successes during the Hundred-Year War as the Falcon's Raiders Captain. He eventually becomes dissatisfied with clinging on to Griffith's dream, and departs from the Falcons in pursuit of his own. Following the horrors of the Eclipse prompted by Griffith, however, Guts embarks on a two-year war against the God Hand and apostles, becoming increasingly embittered on his one-track quest for retribution. He in time realizes protecting his regressed lover is more important to him, as well as something he cannot do alone, and thus seemingly abandons his quest for revenge while fostering camaraderie with his new companions. (i really just wanna see my boy Guts in this game, it is a perfect game for a brutal man such as this character. if you dont know much about him and are interested in having him in your game read a bit about him here berserk.fandom.com/wiki/Guts or even read the manga which is a fantastic series with gorgeous art and fantastic story telling)

Name:Ausra Race:skeleton Gender:male Profession:warrior Preferred weapon type:katana Preferred armor type:light Backstory:a warrior named Ausra a former servant of the black king who was imprisoned and managed to escape and now returns to serve the black king again

Name: MattXHio or MXH chose which you want. Race: Greenlander Gender: Male Profession: Ronin, Farmer Preferred Weapon type: Katana, Nodachi Preferred Armor type: Light, Heavy(for planed battles and later when stats gets beter) Backstory : Born in Drifter's Last, grown in Heng. Father was samurai in United Cities, Mother was Shinobi Thieve she died at 29 by fighting Skin Spider and accidentally getting hit by United Cities guard. Father was left to grow boy alone so he decided to retire at 30. Matt was a dreamer and wandered around Heft and Heng most of his time and wasn't an learning type. Father died at 44 because of refusing to resume being a solder and was declared a traitor. Matt was kicked out of United Cities so the past year he wandered around the world (atleast safe parts of it) picking up any job which was available he mostly enjoyed escorting caravans (being escorted by them) and farming. Now he searches for a mentor or faction to join to gain skills like his father and mother.

Name: Skink Race: skeleton Gender: Male Profession: Sniper,Leather Worker Preferred Weapon: (Any long range) Preferred Armor: light,medium Backstory: Skink was your normal human mercenary. He was a pretty good shot. He loved the danger , often he would come back to his town bleeding out beaten up carrying a few of his fellow mercenarys they were unconscious or even dead.But he always got lucky. seing as he was a real fighter and a good adition to the mercenary group he was in, he got promoted to the chiefs right hand man. At least he thinks that was what happend. But one day Skink wasnt as lucky and got an arrow to the knee because he once was an adventurer like you. Unable to walk he got captured by the people he was fighting he got sold to slavers and choped away at stone and othe minerals in slavecamps.He worked all day long. He often got transferd between slave camps this happend very often, as far as he remembersAfter a hard day of work Skink got transported again but this time the caravane he was a part of got robbed and he got free and followed the people that safed him. They told him to rest and so he did. Ater a while he woke up now being in a cell and restrained. Suddenly footsteps two guards come to him and take him in some sort of sick laboratory with lots of dead skeleton bodies layig around he got escorted to some sort of operating table. And then the guard knocks him out. Next thing he knows hes somewhere in a desert in a skeleton body with a crude weapon and a note that said : "If you are reading this you are my first succsesfull test. I transferd you mind into a dead skeletons brain." Prof. Draku. Skink is now wandering around searching for a new chief to proof his worth to. (sorry this a "repost" because my dumb ass accidently deleted my old comment on this character i rewrote the whole character again). (and sorry for the bad writing i tried my best)

N-473 Light/Scout Skeleton Crossbows Just another forgotten/lost robot, like Dark King, looking for a purpose.

Name: Crimson Race: Human (scorchlander) Gender: Male Profession: Combat Preffered Weapon Type: KatanaPreferred Armor Type: Light Armor Backstory: Exiled from every group he has been in because of his lust for blood. He has been given the name Crimson because it's the color of blood and represents his rage. When he was a young boy he learned that violence is the best way to get things that he desired. After constantly being told no and that violence is not the right way , Crimson murdered his parents and began his journey for power. He joins mercenary groups and constantly desires battle, he uses the groups until he believe he has nothing left to gain. His main goal is to be the most powerful and most feared individual alive. All he knows is that constant craving for power and that a battle without crimson (blood) isn't a battle at all ...(my idea for this character would be a similar to ViperBronco's character in the Phobos series.. two main groups and one may have slightly different agenda lead by Crimson)

Name: Atahan Race: Human Gender: Male Profession: Doctor Preferred weapon type: crosbows and katanas (katana as secondary) Preferred armor type: light Backstory: Atahan was living in Holy Land with his lovely daughter and wife. He was not a man of fight or mission. He was a doctor who heals any kind of creature that needs help. He helped sheks hivers humans and even sometimes skeletons and animals. He was doing it for years. He met his wife by doing it and they loved each other forever. But one day he helped a soldier. A guard of Hub. He was soldier of holy nation and he was wounded very badly. Atahan saw him at his garden. He was dying an unconcious. He healed him bend his wounds and saved him. But when he woke up he saw Atahan also helps hivers and sheks too. He walk away and tell what he saw at Atahan's house to Holy Lord Phoenix. Lord was very angry about last war that he lost to sheks. And he get up his throne and take his sword and best guards and attacked to Atahan. When he arrived Atahan was hugging a shek that he healed and smiling. But that pissed Lord Phoenix more and he attack with no words. He killed everyone that not human... And he captured Atahan and his family. Atahan's daughter was crying and Sinem(Atahan's wife) was huging her while whispering "Shhhh... it will end soon, Father gonna talk to them don't cry my baby ssshhhh..." But Lord Phoenix said to Atahan " Your sins must be punished ! I saw this place and you at my dream ... Holy Okran showed me your sins and he wanted this. You must be punished by helping Okrans enemies. And you must pay your sins at this world." he said and killed Sinem and their daughter in front of Atahan's eyes... and he make him a slave at mines. For many years Atahan was a mindless slave. He thought a lot. He cried a lot. And he planned a lot... He was dreaming two thing : Sinem and his daughter and also killing lord phoenix by his bare hands by piercing his thumbs to his eyes. One night sheks attacked Atahan's mine. And he ran away at that fight. He walked for days to stay alive. And one day he met you and told you about his story and his plans. His only goal is kill lord phoenix by his hands. He know maybe he can die by doing it but he isnt care about it. Cuz even it happens he knows Sinem and his daugther waitng for him... ( So he wants to fight with Lord Phoenix 1v1 his only goal is this. And even he dies at this fight you have to let that happen cuz he want this way.) Sorry about my english and you can modify my story by not changing the core :) Thank you for reading and thank you for series :)

Name: Justin the mountain man Race: Human Gender: Male Profession: Miner Preferred weapon: A pickaxe (old Betsy) Preferred Armor type: A real miner doesnt need armor Backstory: He got kidnaped at a young age and sold to slavers, that brought him to a slave camp. In that slave camp he lived his whole life . there he got the nickname mountain man because of his great mining abilities. But one day a big riot happend and he managed to escape. He now is an 87 year old guy searching for a job.

Name: Sweet Dee Race: hive drone Gender: male Profession: Kings Field medic Preferred weapon: unarmed Preferred armor: armor hive Background: Sweet Dee doesn’t really know how he ended up here, he’s not exactly evil, well not in a dark broody way, he’s a morning person. Completely different type of evil, but he’s loyal! And he is really really supportive of the kings dreams, if not a little confused. He was never really good at violent stuff but he loves cleaning up the messes.

Dude amazing love the first ep cant wait for more

Rhak Warlord Skelleton (Not matters what one) He is a robo aka no dong or puss Warrior Heavy weapons Dont care He is a crazy murder bot aka psycho who has escaped (fled) the Legion By the way this is the best Kenshi Story i have ever heard.

Name: Chevalier Saint-georges Race: Human Gender: Male Job: Toji (Sake Brewer) Weapon: Katana Backstory: Borne from love story between a slave mother and a slave hunter father. To protect the fruit of this love, his father sacrifice himself by making seppuku and losing his social rank to give the freedom of his son. Now Saint-georges want to give back the honour and the name of this father Josphe De Bologne by fighting slaves hunter and by the greatest Toji of kenshi.

Legendary Kenshi series... complete with amazing theme song. Thanks Koko!

Name: Fe (Pronounced Fey) Race: Human Gender: Female Profession: Fighting (Taunt) Preferred Weapon type: Heavy Preferred armor type: Heavy Backstory: Fe Used to be a Paladin in the Holy Nation she was known by the name katrina, she was a firm believer of Okran and practiced her religion strictly. One day she was called to go with a group of soldiers and wipe out a skeleton camp. She was honored, as this was the first battle against skeletons she would partake in. She was nervous, so she prayed to Okran to protect her friends from injury. She had never seen a skeleton before but had heard of how they are demons and monsters, who ruthlessly slaughter humans and followers of Okran. She despised them more than anything else, for not thinking of the lives of those they would kill. The group marched to the skeleton camp. They arrived on a ridge above the Skeletons camp, and set up an encampment to rest and scout out the camp below. Katrina set her gaze at the skeleton camp, she carefully examined the skeletons below. None of them were armed. The camp was on a river, with crops growing wich confused her. The skeletons she had heard of did not need to eat food, because they were machines. She looked harder and noticed something strange, there were humans. The so called skeleton camp she had been sent to eradicate was a village, a village where humans and skeletons lived together. She had questioned this, as she was taught that skeletons kill humans regardless of intentions. She brought her question to her commander. He dismissed her question, and sent her off to prepare for the assault. He had told her that the humans she saw were skeletons called skin bandits who stole the skins of humans they killed. she was angry at the thought that they would kill humans and then wear their skin like a trophy. The Holy nation started their assault on the skeleton camp. Katrina did nothing but watch as the holy nation soldiers attacked the skeletons. They were demolishing them. She didn't know how to feel as they didn't fight back, but ran. For heartless killers they didn't know how to kill very well. Katrina looked to her side, to see her commander plunge his sword through the enemy in front of him. He pulled out his sword from the corpse that had fallen to the ground, and it was painted a new crimson. Katrina was furious, she gripped her weapon tightly, and raised it above her head. Skeletons leaped out of the towers around her, swiftly chopping down her comrades. Her weapon fell, but not because she had dropped it, or it had been hit from her hands, but because she had swung it. Not at a skeleton or a skin bandit, but her commander. His head had come clean off, with his surprised expression still plastered on his ugly mug. The guards protecting the commander threw her to the ground. They cut off her arms, and left her to die. She had awaken in a small cot in a room illuminated by a bright light coming from the ceiling. She moved her arms to cover her eyes. She was confused as her arms were cut off. Her arms were now metal, and cold to the touch. She could still move them. A skeleton entered the room and Sat beside her cot. He pulled out a medical kit from his bag, and started to work on Katrina. He started a conversation; "You are tough, like iron. You saved us. By slaying the commander of that group you cut off their chain of command, and they became disorganized and quickly fell. Who are you stranger?" She looked at him, and tears rolled down her eyes. she muttered an answer, "A drifter" The skeleton gave thanks, and left the room. They did not know that she was with the group that had almost ended them, wich made her happy, because she no longer held allegiance to the holy nation, or Okran. She saw a chart on the wall listing materials she recognized. She got up, and studied it. She ran her finger across it, and landed on a square that said 'Fe' below, it said iron. What the skeleton said earlier stuck with her. She took on a new name to eradicate her old identity, like she sought to do to the skeleton camp earlier. Fe grabbed her things and left her room. She met a group of skeletons that praised her for her fortitude, and invited her to travel with her. She accepted the invite, and left the place as a new person. She vowed to protect her comrades, to rely on herself instead of asking a fake god such as Okran to do It for her.

Name: Cris Race: Hive Prince Profession: Guard Main weapon: crossbow Side weapon: Katana Prefered armor: Light / Medium Backstory : Exiled from his hive, he ran naked where he could, he arived at the hub and took shelter in one of the ruined buildings, almost starved, a group offered him to join them, promising to take care and to train him. After a month they managed to make for themself a settlement, the group, almost big as an army, was located near the holy nation boundries, the growth of the group made the zealots angry, the group having all the races posible being a blasfemi for the religious warriors. The group was called "The bronze bulls", the war between the holy nation and the bronze bulls raged for almost a year after the holy nation's warriors came at night and took plenty of lives before they died in a rain of bolts. After that year, the bronze bulls numbers were reduced to five. Cris, the leader of the bronze bulls and three remaining peasants ran from the unwinable fight. The leader recruited Cris, and also he named him, in they're ran they encountered a large pack of bonedogs. Cris and the leader were the only warriors there. In the fight Cris faught for himself but his leader tried to protect everyone, the skill diference between Cris and his master was enormous but having soo many bonedogs around themself made it almost imposible. Cris was at a serios distance away from the group and had only one bonedog after him, concious of the sitiation, Ben, the leadear of the group ordered him to run, Cris killed in his rage two bonedogs but they kept coming, he fleed as fast as he could thinking of the posibility to save his friends. He slept in that night on the road, waked up by the sounds of an bonedog, in his mind he wanted to revenge Ben but at the same time he wanted to join him again, closed his eyes, heared the bonedog wanting to jump at his neck and then, silence, he didn't understood why he is still fine, he opened his eyes and saw the Dark King in front of him. The Dark King said : " Follow me if u want to find urself another reason to live in this miserable world".Cris never verified if his friends are truly dead and maybe he would find his master again while following the Dark King.

Name: Hazard Race: Skeleton SL-M Gender: Male Profession: Scout Preferred Weapon type: Katana, Saber Preferred Armor type: Light Armor to be Speedy Backstory: Laying in the Dust of the Desert for Years and Years without moving, without beeing active, he was ignored by those who passed by cause he was junk, rusty metal that just layed in the sand of the great desert forgotten and lost until ... something happend. Old Engines came back to life, mechanical muscles started to move at first clunky but more and more the movement became gracefull and swift, nimble and quick but yet he was not fully aware who he was or what happend. Days passed by without him even noticing or realising as he just walked the dunes without a goal but still driven by a ancient power, a 'feeling' if you can say that about a robotic beeing. As suddenly as he had started to move in the first place came the memory and awareness and he realised that he was standing before a gateway with peopel walking past him without even taking notice of him ... Shek, Humans, Hiver and even other Skeletons.. whereever he was.. this place looked deserted and old.. had so many years passed that the world was crumbling away?... Has HE come back to finaly take his rightfull place?... the strange feeling he had. Yes. He had come back and Hazard was sure he once more would be able to join his Forces.. YES! But for now... he would wait for his Lord and General to find him. Sitting down in a dusty Inn he leans back and waited with the patience that only a ageless machine can muster...

Name: Cebulak Race: Hive worker drone Gender: Male? xD Profession: Builder Preferred Weapon type: heavy stick? :D Preferred Armor type: light armor Backstory: Exiled from hive, becouse he wanted to change whole style of the hive by rebuilding everything with better materiats and technologies. Queen of the hive didnt like that and send assasins after him. He got saved by the Dark Legions led by the Dark King...

(Sorry I'm a bit late to the party) Name: BaleFire Race: skeleton Gender: M Profession: Bounty hunter Captain, Robotics Preferred Weapon type: Only the finest Katana for a master of the blade And the Topper for the big weapon (If allowed to have two weapons) Preferred Armor type: Medium Backstory:Jack Gabel was once a human over a thousand years ago. He was once a warrior for the dark King after he was defeated in battle by him while defending his home city. Instead of being slaughtered like most of the people, the dark king saw a potential recruit to boaster his numbers. He has worked with him ever sense , quickly rising in the ranks to captain. Then the great fall and the separation of the once mighty Empire, drew him and many other to ruin. Forced to sell his life and sword to many lords just to pay for his next meal, He knew the Dark King would one day return. The only problem was was that he wanted to see it in person. After many years of going by code name "BaleFire" He made enough money to do something risky at the time. He was going to transfuse his mind into the of a robot, or skeleton. He then waited for the return. Finaly he can once again serve by the side of the mighty DARK KING

Name: The Fireborn Race: Skeleton (ILA-M MKI or MKII) Gender: Error.Gender.Format.xml ...Reset to default settings: Male Profession: Weapon/Armor Smith Preferred Weapon type: Heavy Weapons (Prefers Fragment Axe but willing to use what his liege commands) Preferred Armor type: Mixed (Light Leg Armor and boots, Heavy Chest and Medium Helm) Backstory: The Fireborn once served in The Old Empire as a standard smith in one of the Spires back in what was once the heart of the Empire. He produced weapon after weapon, chest piece after chest piece only hoping to produce something worthy enough to be worn by the Emperor. One day, The Fireborn managed to produce a blade of untold sharpness and amazing tensile strength. The Fireborn was found scorched, covered in furnace ash and glowing red from absorbing too much heat. Not only did this grant The Fireborn his current name but it also inducted The Fireborn into The Edgewalkers. Despite becoming part of The Empire's most prestigious smithing groups, Cat-Lon never acknowledged any of The Fireborn's works. When the fall of The Empire occurred, The Fireborn and many of the Edgewalker smiths either had their memories reset or were killed or so the tale goes. Though he had lost many of his talents and memories due to the reset, the desire to build a set of armor and a weapon fit for an emperor who would rule this world was still so deeply ingrained into his CPU that he set out to find a new Skeleton emperor who he could adorn with a magnificent armory. He began wandering across the land once controlled by The Empire learning of a few of the new countries formed since the fall. Namely The Holy Nation who hated his kind and the United Cities who were too self-absorbed in their greed to care for conquering the whole world. The Phoenix and Emperor Tengu both fit the bill as "emperors" but The Fireborn was looking for one of his own kin to be the inheritor of The Old Empire. So he wandered in search of his new liege. His ambition to be the Skeleton who forged the armor and weapons of the new emperor were all he cared for so he avoided conflict and sought rumors for a Skeleton matching his desires. On one fateful day...

Name: Salali (The White Squirrel) Race: Scorchlander (A really small one) Gender: Female Profession: Bounty Hunter Sniper (Specialices in combat medicine also) Preferred Weapon type: one Eagle's Cross but NO mele weapon (She does not even know how to use a sword), when she is defendless in close quarters or helping an ally she will use her own fist to fight them. Preferred Armor type: She hates heavy armor and doesnt like wearing footwear, she will wear anything that lets her fullfill her role as sniper and combat medic fast (She loves all kinds of rags) Backstory: Salali has always been a little bit crazy about letting bounty targets life after her first shoot (Or atleast about letting them keep all or their limbs), she is one of the most brutal bounty hunters out there and she will fullfill her mission whatever it takes, even if all of her targets are death. She loves hunting mad skeletons down, specially the ones from the Skeleton Legion. Her only known weakness (And a big one) is that she will stop shooting whenever any of her allies go down or need rescue, when she does that she is the weakest person on the battlefield (She wont even defend herself or run away), specially because she hates wearing any type of heavy/medium armor, and thats why they call her white (She wont ever flee, she honors the ones who fight along her) squirrel (She will fight stronger enemies even knowing she is much weaker and smaller than them). She can deal great damage to full patrols of skeletons from the Skeleton Legion but she will need fighters that can contain them enough time. And about her hobbies? She loves animals (She hates having to shoot them, she will only do that if her mates are in danger but she will never ''hunt'' them for fun and so) and likes swimming on her free time, as for food, she absolutely loves a good bowl of gohan or rice.

Name: Mr Memes Race:Skeleton Gender: Male Profession:The Dark King's body guard Preferred Weapon: Heavy Preferred Armor: Skeleton Type Armor Backstory: bzzzz..... bop....... Protect......... I.... Was.... Built....... To ............. Protect? But by........who? It was a weird shapped....bop.... head person, a hiver maybe... Y.....E......S..... It was Phobos......the leader of the Broken..... Well not any.....beep...more. But why?

I see you've got plenty of applicants so far but thought I'd throw my name into the hat. I've been playing a bit of Kenshi lately and really enjoy it so I figured I would check out your series and have enjoyed it too, so far! A very intriguing story that I'm looking forward to seeing unfold. Name: Cothfotmeoo (Coth) Race: Greenlander Gender: Male Profession: Thief Preferred Weapon type: Crossbow Preferred Armor type: Light Backstory: Early on in his life he was recruited by the Shinobi Thieves because he was lithe and nimble, good at sneaking through small spaces, and always had an easy time with locks. His knowledge of locks expanded to an understanding of basic engineering and mechanics as well as a decent locksmith and architect designing structures that were more secure against other thieves. While always trying to stay as far away from fighting as possible he grew fast on his feet then picked up crossbows to at least have a basic defense from the folk he stole from if they ever found out who he was. Heading on to episode 2 right away!

Name: Medic Race: Hiver Gender: Female Profession: Combat Medic Preffered Weapon: any non lethal weapon Preferref Armore: light armor Backstory: She never got a name.The only name she got was MEDIC and that name she got on the on the Battlefield . She was part of an elite fighting squad of the western hive. She fought in countless battles and healed countless injured fighters. Medich never was a fighter in the matter of fact she hated violence. But one day she and her squad were doing a normal patrol when she and her squad got attacked by beack things a whole buch of themthey quickly got over run and Medic only barely got away with her life in selfdefence even killing one of the beak things. She somehow got as far as the shek kingdom. There she settled down and worked as a farmer she the first time in her life even fell in love, with a shek warrior. Medic was happy. Until one night people stormed her house killed her man andd burned down her house. She doesnt remeber who these people were, all she knows that she has lost everything. Now she roams the diffrent bars and drinks the bad memories away. Waiting for someone to maybe recruit her! she isnt as good of a medic as she once was and maybe has gotten a little crazy but Medic will show that she still is an good medic.

Name : Thergo Race: Human Gender: Male Profession: Farming and Thievery Preferred weapon type: mostly bare fists but if needed iron stick or jitte and sometimes Hackers Preferred armor type: light - none Backstory: Thergo was special to begin with his ancestors was a special breed of humans that had an uncontrolled rage. This happened because his ancestors discovering an underground facility that used to make medical drugs and due to hunger and thirst they were forced to eat the unfamiliar subsistence. A 'simple' man born in a tiny settlement between bast and the great desert. While he was young his parents left him and his younger brother to go to the okran territory to live as residents of the holy nation and later on comeback for them after having gained money and a place to live. In his early 20's he found the woman that he wanted to marry everything was fine but Thergo wanted to give her a better life. So he ventured out to follow his parents together with his younger brother. After awhile he found his parents and helped them with current debts and issues with okranites. Letters from his woman helped his sanity while he was being overworked everyday by noble okranites. One day he stopped receiving letters. Afraid something happened to his village Thergo rushed back to his home town only to find the woman he trusted and loved to be with someone else an arrogant noble from the united cities, saying she got tired of waiting for thergo. Thergo was then beaten by the noble's guards and was dragged across the searing sands to be an example that shows not every man in the united cities are allowed to just go to okran territory and come back casually. Beaten nearly to death and also heartbroken Thergo ventured back to okran territory, along the way he begged for someone to kill him but he did not meet a single soul on the way back.During his journey back he thought of many things and something in him snapped. Upon returning to his new home he was punished for leaving his duties and was accused of being a spy which was later on dismissed because his master was a high ranking official and he was fond of thergo but was worried of his current mental state. (It is apparent to know that thergo was forced to fend for himself and his younger brother at a young age so at first he was a working boy but he had little pay and the money he earned was sometimes taken by drunkards bullies and town guards. THergo learned to fight at a young age he was a member of a group of teenagers that used to steal and extort $.cats.$ from travelers , merchants and regular people. The group only consisted of teens for they can be saved by some laws of the united cities. Thergo was an extortionist a thief and a berserker because of his special blood. He was a prized member of the group but everything changed when he met that woman. He wanted to change for that woman and that he did. THergo became an honest man that did honest work and got honest money.Thergo would do everything for that woman but in the end he was betrayed.Yes he was betrayed.) Thergo who had been lost in his thoughts for months shunned everyone. Until one day he came to. But he was different. Thergo knew about his unique talent and decided to not hold it back anymore. Thergo wanted revenge and his body was steaming with rage. Thergo knew he wasnt born to be an honest man, at that point on Thergo can only think of the noble, the woman and the world and how he despised and hated them all. P.s srry for it being too long. had a lot of time to think about this character's backstory. His lore might be cliche and all over the place lol. but i do hope you read it and try to let him join the dark king's posse.

Name: Aric Nightwolf Gender: Male Race: Human (greenlanders, though any human works) Profession: Mercenary Preferred armor: Heavy (metal) Preferred weapon: Katana Backstory: Left alone from the time he was a young man, Aric fought hard to make ends meet and to claw another day from this world. Willing to work with anyone for the right pay, he doesn't care what he is asked to do, or how bad it may be...though he longs for a place he can pay the world back for what it has done to him.

Name: Bear Race: Bone Dog Gender: Male Profession: Guard/Fighter Preferred Weapon type: N/A Preferred Armor type: N/A Backstory: Born and raised into an animal trader group, but they were attacked by a group of roaming bandits when I was a pup. I managed to run away just in time and managed to survive by scavenging off the remains of battles.

Name: Blood Race: human Gender: m Profession: Mercenary Weapon: unarmed Armor: Light or medium armor Backstory: Early in his childhood, Blood was delt a bad hand. His parents killed by the holy nation right before his eyes. Then he was brought to a labor camp. He had to learn how to steal, fight, and survive. He found unarmed combat easy to learn and always at hand. As he grew up he began to tower over others. Demonstrating great feats of strength and speed due to the constant beatings, carrying heavy loads, and fighting guards and fellow slaves alike. One night he managed to escape fleeong as far as he can from the outstretched grasp of the holy nation. He started mercenary work promising himself that he will not only get revenge for his parents, but never let himself be a slave ever again. He was delt a bad hand and he is determined not to let it happen again.

Name: Zebros (zeh bros) Race: Skeleton Gender: Male Profession: Bounty Hunter Preffered Weapon/Type: Heavy/Falling sun Preffered Armor Type: Heavy BackStory:Back when Zebros was "Younger" he was running letters to people for his friend who ran a shop in worlds end and every thing was goin well for him till one day his friend ask him to run a letter through the holy lands to a holy nation farm and and as he was heading back he saw a group of holy paladins and while he was walking past the not know what he was doing because he was not smart he approached them all of a sudden a paladin turned around and many minutes later he blacked out after being beaten he woke up in a big hole in a cage he looked around and saw a big statue later he was set to go mine he thought to him self why was he the only sketon well he soon realized he heard a guard talking about a Skelton being captured for having a "bounty" obviously he was mistaking for------- months later he was confronted by some "guards" and was taken to a secret shack in the hills he realized those "guards" were not "guards" they were highly payed mercenaries sent by his friend------- he escaped and never heard of a bounty Hunter so he became a bounty Hunter ---------- a couple months later he captured shek with a bounty of 80,000 cats for killing a shek patrol and setting fire to a shek town and many more and became famous with the shek and that's where his story stops and soon to be continued 🙏 I love you Koko.👍👍

master ka1n race: mantis robot /dark hive soldier drone. gender robot profession. martail arts trainer preferred weapon: fists preferred armor: leather master ka1n was a training droid . badly beaten by his old masters. when the first war broke out he made a promis to him self he will never be a punsing bag for any human ever again. in the great war he chose 2 fight on the side of the dark king . but at the day of catlongs betrayal . he was oud on a mision to purge the canibal lands . master ka1n's fists are a weapon of pure destruction. sorry for my bad english. i am dutch and dyslexia .

Name: W.D. Race: skeleton Gender: M Profession: bounty hunter Preferred weapon: katana Preferred armor: ninja/thief Backstory: He does not know where he came from due to irreparable damage to his head, he woke up in the desert to the smell of evaporating oil with a bonedog puppy hovering over him, he didn't know what happened or how he got there, the only hint he could find was the letters W.D. Inscribed on the back of his hand and a rusty katana lodged in his arm, the bonedog was the only sign of life as far as he could see so the two set of to find some sign of civilization, he arrived at a small town strapped for cash his only friend starving so he asked around and was pointed to the bounty board at the bar, luckily enough one of the bounties on the board just so happened to be in town so he managed with the help of his bonedog to take down his target and turn in the bounty, now with kats food and a rusty katana which he disloged from his arm while repairing himself he took his bonedog he named drift for the drifting sands of the desert in which they met, and the two set out to find their past, and maybe turn in some bounties along the way. This was just something I thought up so sorry for some typos and bad punctuation heh:) hope you like it

Name: Cromelius Race: Hiver Gender: M Profession: Farmer, Engineer Preferred Weapon type: Heavy weapons Preferred Armor type: the coolest and heaviest Backstory: Cornelius has been a hive worker all of his life, tired of working for others, he wishes to train his body to gain the strenght to carry a big BIG sword, to become a warrior and make a name for himself.

Name: Cabecinha de guidon Race: hive soldier/dark soldier Gender: male Weapon: polearm Armor: heavy Profission: gate guard Backstory: he was a hunter, hunting with his friends, but one day a giant beak thing kill all his friends, he surviving, now he want revenge, not to much he is a cool boi

Name: Boku Race: Scorchlander Gender: Male Proffession: Ranger Preferred Weapon type: Crossbow (any long range weapon) Preferred Armor type: light armor Backstory: Boku lived in Sho-Battai.He had a rich family so he had a nice childhood until his parents got captured by dust bandits so he wanted the join the city guard and prevent other childrenhaving to suffer the same fate. So he became a part of the city guards in Sho-Battai , but after a while working there he realised how corrupt the city guard he was working for really was. HE tried to tell other people but they wouldnt believe him , and after the Head of the city guard heard that he was telling people the truth , so the city guard tried to kill him but he escaped with only one of his arms left . He heard story about how some new army was being formed in the he wanted to join it and maybe get revenge on all the people who have done him wrong.(he also was realy bad at writing like me)

Name: Redink Race: dont care Gender: dont care Weapon: Katanas Armor: something cool ^^ Backstory: just another blade for hire, whether my char likes your cause as story goes on or not is up to you Looking forward to the series, thanks :D

Name: Robinn Race: Skeleton Gender: Male Profession: Warrior Preferred weapon: Katana Preferred armor: Any Backstory: Robinn was a simple skeleton wanderer, he was shutdown for more them 100 years, somehow he has turned on to live again, he was teached only to hurt and kill, his creator died a long time ago, his goal for now is to destroy the Holy Nation and be the best warrior of the lands, he hopes the Dark King can do that for him

Name:Alpharius Omegon Race: Robot A deadly Robnik Ninja he is the all seeing eye stealth the shadow or in plain site theft that does everything he is programmed to do he can be a scouting Ninja Master Who Obeys his Master the Dark Lord he remembers what he was program to do another thing he can do is form a Scout Ninja Crew around him he can control other Robot Ninja ,because he’s a true Ninja Master. A legendary Assassin to behead the head of any weak crew or Organization you Run into.

Name: Saturn Race: Greenlander Gender: Male Profession: Farming Preferred Weapon type: Ninja Blade Preferred Armor type: Dustcoat, Ashland Hat Backstory: Saturn was born in The Holy Nation, the son of a blacksmith who was pressured into following in his father's footsteps. He hated smithing and resented his family for forcing him to do it. He always had a knack for growing plants and his amazement of and devotion to the miracle of life flourished. From a tiny seed, a mighty tree grew and he praised Okran for making him who he was. He set out to build a farm for himself but unfortunately he was out in his field enjoying nature one prayer day and incurred the wrath of the priest. Paladins laid his crops to waste, slaughtered his animals and burned his buildings to the ground. Saturn was forced to flee with only his life, his clothing and a few seeds hastily stuffed into his back pack.

I know its late but thought I'd throw my own flare into the mix. I always like taking up templates to see what I can do and push its limits. Name: T. Severo Ilkuran Race: Shek Gender: Male Profession: Wandering Mercenary - Though many will call him the wandering bladesman Preferred Weapon type: Two handed blade Preferred Armor type: Heavy Armor Backstory: Though many of his race were bound by not being intellectual. He was among those few who knew how to think properly, and despite his hardened skin much akin to his race, he cut his outlook alone among the lands. Though many had advised him against this, he discarded these warnings, chiding them for their arrogance. He felt the best way to gain knowledge was to go out. Be among everyone in the world at large. So he did such. A blade upon his back and armor adorning his body. Countless days he wandered, and countless suns he has seen rise and fall. Till it then came to the days when he saw the rise of an army so great, it eclipsed the continent in blood, steel, and cries of chaos. This intrigued and greatly pleased Severo. To be able to rise to so high meant that one was worthy of honor, fame, and power. That one was truly a strong leader. WORTHY of his blade to be pledged to. He had met many and not always was he one to go into conflict. As the army continued his march he was honing his skills with the blade, even soldiers at times challenged him, and though he tried to dissuade them. They were arrogant. Many a foe he had fought. Many a foe he had felled using his great-blade. Though in every instance he would say a prayer for the fallen. For even if they were felled for their arrogance. Or whichever emotion was their undoing. Fear, Anger, Jealousy, Sadness. He always had a prayer for them all the same. In these godless and faithless lands. He held little faith himself. But conformed to at least know some sort of parting prayer. When it came to the final conquest, he heard much of the gossip around its end. Severo was enraged. Once more he struck out on his own, and with his blade 'Eclipse' he was ready to withstand the test of time. Killing any who challenged him. And as the times dragged, and people began to whisper hushed words of worry. Words of the armies possible return. Severo could only grin. With this in mind he began his travel to seek out the dark king and pledge his blade to their banner. He would not miss this chance. To show not only his kin but everyone. The error of their ways. Days he travels, and weeks would turn to months, but no one. Dared question Severo on his decision. His name feared by many. Though Severo has been defeated in the past. These were foes whom he fought with honor. And commemorated them in honor. Each foe who has bested him, was a name engraved upon his armor. Each foe who had not bested him. Was a mark notched into his blade. Soon Severo faded. And many forgot about him. But none can truly forget, the man who earned a feared nickname. In truth, Severo still seeks the dark king to pledge his blade to them in a blood oath. Meaning to betray him is to not only invite his own death. By his own blade. But by any who saw this. Severo was honor bound. In a land of no gods, no faith, no religion, and no tradition. He was that rare gem who put honor and loyalty. Above all else. Honor and respect. [--------------------{The Blades beginning}-----------------------] Severo trudged up to the town with his armor clanking and his cloak slightly flowing in the wind. The cold cutting through his toughened plates. As he walked closer the guards stopped him, asking what his business was. Severo lowered his hood, the smoothed out plates that made up his head slightly scarred. His stern, monotone eyes locked on the guards. As he spoke in a calm tone. "I seek shelter for now, before I continue my journey onwards." Though the distrust was evident in the exhausted and ragged guards face, they relented and let him pass. A simple nod of thanks was given with a slight bow, as he then trudged into the town. Heading for the nearest 'inn' he preferred to call it. Though he didn't care what the others called these places. He walked over to the counter and then set down a few pieces of raw copper. He normally kept some from those he had beaten in duels. And this was a recent bout. He took his cloak off and folded it up carefully. Placing it within his satchel at his side. Across his right pauldron was names. Each one engraved carefully. But upon his blade, was many more marks. Blood stained, sharp, and hulking. That was how it was to sum up his blade. One glance at the man, sent warning signs to many. The tender took up the copper pieces and then set down a drink for him. Severo sloshed the liquid around some before then downing it quickly. A content sigh escaping him before he felt a hand upon his shoulder. One look told him all he needed to know. The man before him was short, to his standards at least. He had black ragged hair and blue eyes, and a full beard of facial hair. Severo raised an eyebrow at him. Upon further inspection, Severo saw the man had a blade upon his back as well, and armor even. But he was wearing lighter variants. Leather to plated leather he had to guess. Severo heard him speak in a ragged and hoarse voice. "Pardon my interruption but, drinking alone?" He inquired, Severo thought upon his answer before nodding slowly and slightly. "Yes, not many are brave enough to approach." At this the human simply chuckled and stood next to him, ordering a drink as well. "Well. Allow me to be one of few, or the first. Depending." At this Severo shook his head a bit, a faint smile crossing his face before it faded. As the time dragged on, the two shared a laugh here and there, a casual conversation. "So, may I ask your name then, human?" At this the man shook his head. "Apologies but that will be left to another time." Severo nodded, they had only just met. And as the man paid for the drinks and left. Severo didn't know that was the last he'd ever see of them. A few hours later and Severo was outside with his head slightly hazy. However he shook his head, heading away from the town now and continuing his search, an ever onward search for a way to join. 'The Dark King'. He'd reinstate his feared name as a bladesman. And hopefully, that would elicit enough attention. For him to join the banner of a true warrior. One who deserves a true guard at his side. And none truly gained his attention, like this 'Dark king.' (I apologise for making this so long, but I really could not help myself. I'm an avid roleplayer so writing stories like this is my passion. ANd yes I know I may be late to the party but. I figured I'd add my own flare to spice things up. Love the series so far. And looking forward to seeing more.)

Name: Haseeb Nawaz Race: Human or one of those skeletons if possible Gender: Male Skill: MA Backstory: He was a fine Martial artist living with his friends and one day they were sent to a mission to capture a wanted man on the way they enjoyed their journey and when they reached their destination and about to attack his 3 of his companions joined the enemy and helped him take care of him and his love, she as killed but luckily he survived and now wander in the wastelands in loneliness

Name : robstar Race : any Gender : male Profession : not a farmer Preferred weapon : nodachi Armour type : any Backstory : after farming for the holy warriors for many years it is time to show the skills developed from killing the many swamp raptors that ravaged his crops.

Name: Lord Hake Race: Skeleton KLR-MKIII Gender: M Profession: Armour Smith Preferred Weapon type: Blunt Weapons Preferred Armor type: Heavy Armor Backstory: Lord Hake was the Armour King´s Mentor before the war & had long since thought disappeared when he suddenly vanished during it. There is ah rumor amongst the old skeletons that survived the war, that they have seen Lord Hake Roaming around Mourn poor and forgotten looking for someone who is in need of a blacksmith. But since he´s long forgotten with time no one really wants to take him in, Until one day he finally finds someone who remembers him for his great accomplishments.

Name: Jacob "Jake" Arale Race: Scorchlander Gender: M Profession: Field Mechanic Preferred Weapon type: Hackers Preferred Armor type: Medium Backstory: As the only son of a family of scavengers, Jake spent a lot of time roaming through old engines of a past world. One day, he found a book about the wonders of the old world. That book sparked something in Jake, he knew he had to find remnant of the forgotten technologies. And what better pieces of the ancient world than the Skeletons. With his newfound obsession, Jake traveled the lands, repairing any Skeletons in need in hope of piercing the mysteries of the ancient technology.

Name: Mik-el Race: skeleton big Gender: male Profession:the dark lord’s personal body guard Weapon type: heavy falling sun preferably or some other big weapon Armor type: heavy Backstory: after being rebooted by a Greenlander to serve as a guardian, slave traders captured them both his master starved to death, after that he shut himself down. than being shut down the slave traders trashed him after rebooting again he fixed himself. And started to look for a new master. When he found the dark lord, he swore to never leave his side. And would guard him to their last days.

Name: Azzrak Akrall. Race: Dark hive prince. Gender: Male. Profession: Master of Shadows, memberof the kings high counsel, left hand of the king. Weapon/weapons: naginata for out door use animals and such, katana for indoors. Armour: medium legs and torso, stealth head. Backstory: born with a sense for deception, cunning, viciousness, and a force of will that utterly terrified his former hive, he was outcast out of self-preservation. Later they realized their mistake and set out to kill him, this unfortunately (for them) was unsuccessful, not because he killed them all, but because he simply wasn't anywhere to be found, yet they only needed to turn around, because he was watching them. He followed them for 8 days a 9 nights, leading hostile wildlife to attack them, then loot what he could. On the 9th night they arrived back to the safety of the hive, and Azzrak moved on, stealthily stalking the wilds, he roamed far and wide, solely dedicated to improving his skills so as to become the master of Shadows. All fear what the can not see, what they can not hear, all fear the unknown, I am all those things and more! I am Azzrak Akrall, master of Shadows! He also wants a black gorrillo, for a pet, one of the animals that helped kill a few of his former hive members. He is devoted to become the most, MOST! Deadly blade in the world, therefore he trains vigorously, strength, speed, stealth, combat, medic. All skills are useful and he won't be ignorant of anything, that is who he is, very intelligent, not exactly physically impressive, but he works on his martial arts, for of course if he is ever disarmed/captured, he is still deadly, but also just to look more fit, physically impressive. And his gorrillo, Spudd, (it's name boy or girl doesn't matter) trains the same way, he is very caring about Spudd, very affectionate and attentive, one of his major soft spots. But he wants Spudd to be a absolute beast, so he goes out for walks/hunts training simultaneously strength, stealth and combat, only taking engagements that they can win, or at the very least survive. He does all this so nobody has to carry Spudd, he doesn't like that, and we will have a relatively fast moving storage box that can rip our enemies to shreds. He eventually wants stealth legs and dexterity arms, to offset the medium armor. So that is the story of your new master of Shadows, basically top assassin/ninja/thief, what do you think?

Templar Greenland Human Male Weapon Smith Sabers Medium Armor (This Templar is very different from RimWorlds Templar. But, he of course must have his signature grey hair.) They say that there's a reason for everything. That no matter what happens, there's always a bright side. A silver lining, if you will. They're wrong. Would you see the silver lining to being brutally beaten, and left to die in the Foglands? I didn't think so. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I worked as a Headhunter, traveling to the Foglands and hunting Fogman princes. It was pretty lucrative, but dangerous by myself. So, I decided to hire on a partner. Serda, another Greenlander, like me. Seemed like a pretty decent guy, if a little sketchy, but hell. When it comes to shady, I broke the mold, so I couldn't hold that against him. We made at least three trips, and made a shit load of Cats. Everything was coming up aces for us, so we started branching out. Bodyguarding paid well, for a while. We even worked as city guards for a bit. And for the first time in my life, I actually trusted someone other than myself. Eventually, we came to a disagreement. Serda wanted to go into contract killing. That's not my thing. We argued, almost coming to blows over the issue. He called me a coward, and threatened to quit. I told him to go ahead. I did fine without him. But I knewI was lying. I didn't want to go back to being by myself. When he asked me to go for one last trip into the Foglands, I was over the moon. Figured I could try and convince him to stick around. I thought I was getting through to him. We were friends, right? That's what I get for trusting people. That little shit put a knife in me the moment I turned my back. Kicked the shit out of me, too. Bastard even cut off my left arm to make it harder for me. All it did was piss me off. I crawled my sorry ass back to civilization, lightheaded and itching for revenge. After I was all healed up, I went back to work, collecting Fog Prince heads. Don't you dare think that means I forgot about Serda. I very much plan to remove his head with my bare hands when I find him. And trust me. When it comes to taking heads, you'll find no one better than me.

Name: Just Strong Race:Shek Gender:Male Profession: Loyal Bodyguard Preferred weapon: Heavy bludgeon weapons Preferred Armor: Heavy or none at all. Backstory: Just Strong is that... Just Strong. He has always been this way since we was young and chained and dragged miles in every direction. Changing hands between slavers from all walks of life and working to pay off a debt for a family he did not remember. He was told he would be free once it was paid and for Strong that was enough. Then, his masters were killed, either by the dark metal man who was called the King... or by the wicked wilds of the wastes. Regardless he was left alone and with no purpose... except to repay his debt. So, he followed the Dark King, without a word as to why. He fights, lives, and never leaves the side of his Dark Master regardless of the danger on his life. It is the only way to pay his debt. It will be the only way he will be truly free.

I've been thinking about this one for a while, so behold the story of crazed lunatic named Kit. Name: Kit Race: Dark Hive Gender: Male Profession: Engineer and Robotics Preferred Weapon type: Kit is an incompetent warrior and a coward too, he also tends to hurt himself badly with every weapon, well you have to be named Kit to shoot yourself with a toothpick in the leg (also being a hive makes this extra challenging), so martial arts but prefers to find something else to do while the fight is on. Preferred Armor type: Regular clothes or light armor. Backstory: Kit was kicked out of his hive-city long time ago and was wandering the world alone since. Kit thought that every life form in the world should be exterminated and only skeleton are perfect enough to walk on this soil, flesh is weak he often said and was viewed as crazy at first, but then his fellow hivers thought he completly lost it when he wanted to conquer his hive with an army of 3 skeletons. Enough was enough and so he was exiled. Kit on his journeys tried to convince others to his view of the world but no one understood him, but then he overheard in one of the bars a skeleton telling the tale of the Dark King, Kit was searching for the Dark King ever since to help him (the Dark King) conquer the world and exterminate everything that wasn't made out of metal. On his journeys he discovered his talents in engineering and robotics and became very skilled at those things but being viewed whis whole life as a crazed lunatic made him distrust organic life forms even more and he found it challenging to make friends with not skeletions.

Name: virix (pronounce vrex, but you can say virix if it's easier Race: Hive Soldier Drone Gender: do they have gender's if so male Profession: bodyguard (even if the dark king doesn't need one) Preferred Weapon type: blunt or heavy Preferred Armor type: heavy Backstory: virix was born and raised to protect the hive, born smarter than the rest of this fellow soldier drones he excelled in combat tactics making him lethal with his dual spiked clubs, he would often avoid stationary guard work as he needed to keep busy, this, in turn, got the attention of his queen who sent him out with a task force to raid a nearby shek settlement. they failed, and he only survived because a kind skeleton dragged him away from the battle, for his failure the queen stripped him of his armour, weapons and title, he was banished and while he wandered he found him self feeling tired. he slept for over a week before waking in a bar to find he had been given pants and a weapon by a kind stranger, now he spends his time waiting for a new boss to work for... no to *Fight* for. he met the dark king one day he was recruited and now where ever the dark king goes he goes, but if he is ordered to guard the dark kings base he will do so.

Name: KBot Race: Whatever Gender: Preferably male Profession: Combat Farmer Prefered Weapon type: Polearm (or farm equipment) Prefered armor type: Light Backstory: KBot is a farmer. His family has been farmers for his entire lineage, so they were pretty poor. KBot was different, he didnt like the simple life, he always wanted more. This "greed" made him decide that growing greenfruit was not enough and that his farm needed an upgrade. KBot decided that he would switch up his crop and start growing hemp. The hemp business was good and when he and his family processed hemp into hash they started to accumulate a sizable amount of cats. But life isnt as simple as that, as we all know. His hash farm started attracting more and more bandit attention. Luckily he was able to fend the bandits and over time he became rather good at defending his property. But one day, his adobe of illegal activities was raided by the feds from United Cities. They burned his farm down, captured his workers and family and, at least according to UC, they "killed" KBot. But KBot was not dead. He survived. Alone, poor and defenseless he roamed local taverns to find a way to make some cash, so he could one day free his family and make a new farm for himself, only this time he will be growing legal crops.

Name: Twitch Race: Hiver Subrace: Prince Gender: N/A Profession: Thief Weapon: Ninja blade/ Katana Armour: ninja rags Backstory: Shunned from the western hive for constant thievery of rations and supplies twitch began wandering the desserts of kenshi for many months. He would pass from town to town getting in fights with drunken idiots or annoying drifters and stealing anything he could get his grubby little bug hands on. When confronted by guards or other ninjas Twitch describes that he gets an itch or spazzes when he has not taken anything for anyone for a while. The name Twitch was at first an insult used by the other hivers in his hive. After a while on the run Twitch stumbled into okranite territory and was sent to rebirth. With his quick hands and the right opportunity He escaped in a riot. He was recognized by the shinobi thieves soon after as a good asset and wandered in their crew the hub. There is not much else Twitch has to say about his hive or his story but some how he ended up with the Dark King.

@Kokoplays MB (final version) name ( B.M.B-lotus) race (skeleton) gender( N/A ) profession( Hit-man/farmer) preferred weapon t (long range preferred armor t (stealth armor) So, you must be this famous Dark King. You're a little bit shorter than the stories tell, but that is the nature of stories. I bet that nobody in this room can tell you what the world was like before this war came about. They destroyed everything that our ancestors knew. Heck, I even think a few skeletons have forgotten the Old War. But you'd probably didn't come here to listen to an old robot just whining about how nobody remembers the good ole days, or have you? Well, in any case, I am gonna tell you my story - and maybe after that you can decide if I am worth hiring. Let's start with the day I was "born ". I was activated around about 50 years before the Old War began - and not a minute too soon. I woke up in a nice sterile environment. I know it’s shocking that the world used to be like that; but that is how it was. I was a model-x12 bio maintenance bot. I know it’s such a clever name - but that's my life. I was assigned to a Bio Research and Preservation facility - Alpha 3 or was it 2? Never could remember that - but anyways.. back to the topic. The facility was designed for a doomsday scenario. Yeah... that was some good foresight on the organic part, but that didn't serve them well. Well - it kind of did ... but I'm getting ahead of myself. You see; the facility was designed to store flora and fauna and eventually adapt them to a potential new environment. It was a success. I was there the day that the super weapons were dropped. The solar beams were scorching the lush farmland, leaving nothing behind but arid desert and the poisonous mist that formed. It eventually fell back. You can still see some of it in the mist lands. We were safe in our secure research labs - or so we thought. Now skip 100 years. All of my organic lab partners have been deceased , leaving me with nothing but half minded security spiders and the crew of skeletons. I know, funny joke haha, but the mission had to continue. Around about 15 years later we discovered that a lot of other research bases had gone dark. This was either a victory or a failure. This could either mean that they successfully completed their missions, exploded horribly or suffered a major disaster. And there we were, with a bunch of plants and animals that we had to take care of. At this point , I have been in the facility for about 162 years. We finally got the notification - one of our experimental flora was capable of surviving outside. This shocked me and my crew at first, as the area around our base had become drastically flooded. One of the experimental flora had shown excessive resistance to radiated water and the computer might have detected enough nutrients in the remaining soil to grow this fauna. So, after 160 years of isolation in a lab with nothing but animals and robots, our company finally went outside and planted the first trees - the very same trees that you see growing in the swamp lands today. It wouldn't be that hard to assume that most of the life here in this continent came from the research labs down in the swamp lands. We fell back into our research stations, keeping a small stockpile of fauna and Flora. There I stayed for another hundred years, until one day , seemingly out-of-the-blue, came and knock on our door. These were humans. The first humans I have seen since my crew had died. They even had a shek and a hiver with them. They wanted to be let in, seeking shelter from the rain. (heavy sigh) This was the biggest mistake that I had ever made.Before the door was even fully open, they charged me with their swords raised, grabbing me by the neck and threw me away like yesterday's garbage. They sealed the door behind me, leaving me outside in the swamp. I tried to get back in, for several years in fact, but I couldn't. These bandits had claimed my home as their property. I don't know why they kept me alive. Maybe they just thought it would be funny to have this small, pathetic skeleton to torture But the jokewas on them. You see, my model wasn't built for Warfare. I did not have excessive armour plating , nor do I have inbuilt combat knowledge. But what I do have is a small frame with soft hand paddings and cushioned soles. All these attachments were to assist me in tending to the plants and animals. Once I figured out how to make my own crossbow - they didn't foresee what was going to happen. One night I managed to kill one of the scouts that were on patrol. He would have been gone for a while and therefore they didn't suspect a thing. For quite some time this gave me an opportunity to wear the Scouts armour and use his superior crossbow. I took down these bandits one by one... by...one and they did not know what was happening. The numbers, one day would be 50, but the day after, 48, and the day after that 46 and the day after that 43. It didn't take them long to start suspecting me, because, surprisingly, I did not try to break in the complex recently, so who else could it be but me. And they soon started actively hunting me down. They should not have given me this much time to prepare. That day I killed 5. Through hit-and-runs I operated. I'm not the type of bot to stand and fight After a while they gave up on trying to catch me, They nearly held up in their little complex. (chuckle) They couldn’t last long .They weren't skeletons, and I knew l I knew they had ruined the facility. They had killed every animal, They butchered the gardens. How do I know this? Well, let's just say that people have a tendency to talk if they think they're about to die. So they could not wait in their little hidy - hole for very long. They would occasionally come out in force; either trying to kill me or desperately trying to get supplies. They would always come back one man shorter. This carried on for about 5 more years. The last of them died in a puddle of his own tears and blood in front of the complex, - the complex that had gone to ruins. It had nothing inside, but a few defective skeletons. I don't know what those bandits did with my crew, but there weren't saving them anymore. And so there I was, without a home. without a purpose, and with nothing but a new wasteland. What do you say, Dark King? Will you get me in your army? RolePlay note lotus hats bandits and people that pretends to be down on there luck

NOW this is type of quality content that i love. Ultra-subscribed

The backstory sounds like an alternative Horus Herecy (from warhammer 40k and dark king is the emperor)

Damn...that intro bro. Pretty dope. Got a few chills man. Good shit.

Name: Armer ( real name ) Race: Human Gender: Male Profession: Paladin on Patrols (disguise) Preferred Weapon Type: Melee Weapons Preferred Armor Type: Medium and Heavy Backstory: His childhood was blessed than many others, born and raised in a middle-class farming family. A happy family just like many in the Holy Nation which is blessed by the mighty Okran, Lord of Light. His father was once an Inquisitor, fought against countless enemies from the Unholy Shek Kingdom and those filthy of United Cities. He has once commanded thousands of men of the Holy Army under the hands of Holy Lord Phoenix. After decades of fighting with his incredible skills of all combat styles, mastered all martial arts of all races, he wished to retire at the age of 52, back to his small happy family in Okran’s Pride where most of the farms of the Holy Nation located at. Despite as an ex-Inquisitor, his thinkings and ideas are quite different from the main idea of “The Holy Flame”, he respects all lives which included all races and genders. Armer was taught how to fight at a very young age, mastered all of the arts of combat at the age of 20 just like his father. Armer was also taught how to behave, and treat others despite their race and gender which caused him quite many troubles with all the kids around his age. One day, while on their way back home from trade with local bars in Blister Hill, they encountered a young female Shek escaped slave who was seriously injured. Instead of handing her to the Guards, they fixed her up and bring her to their house secretly at night. She was amazed at how hospitality she was treated during her time at their house especially Armer who was responsible for taking care of her. She introduced herself with the name of Ana, a strange name for a Shek, she was captured after a purge from the Holy Nation years ago at a small village on the North. Time passes, and the feelings from Ana and Armer grow with it, their bond gets stronger and stronger. His parents knew that this type of relationship would cause their lives in danger, but what else they could do but keep it in secret, the love of parents for their children is always bigger than their own lives. Fear of getting caught, they decided to move to World’s End where they are not discriminated against because of their race or gender. Little that they knew, one of their neighbors had reported them to the Paladins and they were followed and about to be ambushed by a huge group of Paladins which is lead by an Inquisitor, who was a peer of Armer’s father. When their family almost arrived at the border, they were so excited and they can’t wait to start their new life. Those smiles and laughter were shut down as fast as they appeared when a bolt speared through the heart of Armer’s mother. The blood is everywhere, time seems to be slow down to almost stop. The war cries from those Paladins can be heard for miles away while they charging at the confused and horrified family. “There must be at least 50-60 of them!” Armer says. “Just run, son!? RUN! Ana, please take care of him for me…my dear daughter in law.” the father screamed out those words as he charging at the Paladins with his trusting Nodachi. Armer saw his father in combat for the first time and also the last. With just one swing, 6 heads were flying off their bodies, blood color the sand. Bodies dropped more than the number of slashes his father gave out. Ana and Armer ran as fast as they could, as they think they were completely escaped from the Paladins, a long bolt destroyed Ana’s left foot. Behind them is the Inquisitor, his body is massive, a big scar on the face of him stroke fear to any who dare looking straight at him. Armer couldn’t abandon his last loved family member, he jumped and slashed his Katana with rage and fury at the Inquisitor. But that is an INQUISITOR, not a mere soldier, he threw his Eagle’s Cross down on the sand and took out his giant Paladin’s Cross. Their fight last for just about 10 minutes. Armer not only got out skilled but also had lower quality equipment. The heavy Paladin’s Cross snaped the katana in half and almost cut Armer’s right arm off. Missed step and fall over, he saw the heavy Cross slash down from above. He closed his eyes and cursed for such a tragedy that happened to him and all his loved ones. As he thought that was his end, he felt the warmth on his face dripping down, what he saw was his wife got cut in half. She used her very last strength to block it for Armer. Armer used that as his advantage and fleed. Cursing and Vowed that he will take his revenge for every one of his family. One day, he will have it all, burn the Holy Nation to the ground with fire and use the blood of them as fuel. Wandering in The Great Desert, his rage is the only thing that keeps him pushing and alive until he reaches the great city of Sho-Battai. Using all of his last cats to new cloths, rations, and change his appearance through a plastic surgeon. He changed his name to (Current name of him in the game) so he infiltrates into the ranks of Holy Nation’s Army. With his incredible skills and excellence discipline, he reaches to the position of Paladin, working his way up to higher rank so he can have his revenge and bring destruction to the Holy Nation. Until it’s brought down to ashes, he will not stop. And then, while on his regular patrol, his group got attacked, and he got himself knocked out. When he woke up, only see himself in a cage, captured by an interracial group, lead by a Skeleton named Luathem. He got interrogated and pursued to join them, first, he thought they are spies for The Holy Nation in disguise so he acted like a patriot of Holy Nation. When he knew for sure that they aren’t his enemies, he agreed to join them and change his name to his real name, the name that he will make sure that all lives of Holy Nation shall fear. His revenge shall be fulfilled, and he will have his life in peace again...

Name: Parcivle Race: Dark hiver (whatever subrace works) Gender: prefer male don't mind female Profession: assassination Preferred Weapon type: Martial artist Preferred Armor type: whatever you see fit Backstory: grew up in a small hive and practiced martial arts on anybody that would pass through and make trouble. very interested in prosthetic and mechanics (healing skelebros) sees his post little legs and arms as a disadvantage and wants to improve them!

Name: "punished" Indigo Bug, a Drone abandoned by his Queen Race: Southern Hive Solider (can be Western Hive if that's easier, Just change the ndigo in his name to Amaranth Gender: Male Profession: Ronin, Former Droneguard Preferred Weapon type: Polearms and Katanas, but he will use whatever he's told to Preferred Armor type: Medium or heavy, but he will use whatever he's told to Backstory: The Hiver now known as "punished" Indigo Bug struggles to remember much of his life before he was cast out of the Hive, or even why the queen decided to turn her back on him. He was a simpler, happier creature then, no name, little thoughts or individuality; just duty, loyalty and the harmony of hundreds of like-minded souls. Like many hiveless soldiers and workers, indigo has struggled with adapting to his new existence, being cut off from the Hive's pheromones and nutrients weakened him and left him close to death and he struggles with having emotions and a will of his own, no King or Queen or Even princes to tell him what to do and how to do it. Indigo Bug took his two names from what the humans called him (ooc they were talking about his skin colour and the fact he was a hiver but he didn't understand) and his title from the misfortunes that have befallen him. Despite his presently reduced state and still developing individual personality, Indigo remains a decent fighter, especially as part of a well-coordinated unit. He would probably join the Dark King's service because he wants someone to tell him what to do and to fight for, he knows nothing else.

Name: Venc Race: Black hiver Gender: N/A Weapon type: Polearm/Preferrably: Naginata Proffession: Beast killer/Excelent hunter Backstory: He was kicked from the hive hunter clan and then enslaved by the Holy Nation. He was lucky to get freed by a human man named Rook at Rebirth. After he served Rook till he died he didnt know what to do. He became a drifter. After a mission he got a pet bull named Rocky.

Name: Koyoteno Race: Greenlander Gender: male Profession: warrior Weapon type: katana or anything fast Armor: anything really but something darker would be cool Backstory: Koyoteno was born into a farming family, he would help around the farm when he was a kid. One time when some slavers came by they took him and his family into slavery. He eventually got into the holy nation lands and went to rebirth. He made some “friends” there. They created an escape plan but when they got caught by the guards one of them broke Koyoteno’s ankle and he got caught. Later he snuck out on his own and tried to go back to the united cities to look for his parents, on the way though he got caught by some bandits and got beaten up and robbed of what little he had. This pushed him over the edge and he decided he just wanted to kill and rid the world of scum.

Name: Unknown instead he goes by Behemothian Race: Skeleton Gender: Male Profession: Mighty Warrior Weapon: Huge heavy weapon Armor: heavy armor Backstory: his roots is unknown however he was woken one day by a human, the human told him they made modifications to him to make him big and strong. These humans would abuse him for their own personal benefit so he killed them and fled. He then served under a king and was one of the mightiest warriors of all time. He had no emotion and would make everyone tremble even his king. Then one day the king was killed and chaos brewed. Everyone turned on him because he possessed the kings crown and he slaughtered everyone. He was the only one left and decided to go to sleep for the night in the Ice age. He woke up the next day to find that he was underground. He clawed his way to the surface to find that the ice age was now a great desert. He has been in hibernation for almost three millennia. Now he must find out what to do for he is lost and broken.

Name: Shirudo Race: Shek Gender: Male Profession: King's personal guard Preferred Weapon: Saber or a different type of sword Preferred Armor: Medium Backstory: Shirudo's story starts where most do when he was born his mother died giving birth to him and his dad was always furious that his wife had to die for his pathetic son his dad hated him and worked him to the bone as soon as he could walk his dad was trying to work the boy to death but day after day the boy did not complain even when his body was broken and he was in a pool of his blood he said nothing in contempt he did as he was ordered to do but when the boy turned 18 his father was killed by a group of powerful bandits the boy who had now became a man was mad for the first time in his life he flew into a rage and he killed one of the bandits but then the boy was knocked out and beaten to the brink of death by the bandits leader when the young man awoke he was face down in the desert bleeding bad but this was nothing new to the young man he had endured this his whole life he dragged his broken body into the nearest town and got his wounds treated the boy wanted revenge for his dad but he wasn't stupid he knew that he can't do it on his own so he started training to fight he took odd jobs and bounties that came his way he learned he had a gift for fighting because of all the years of torture he endured from his father made his skin tough and his bones like metal but even with all this he can't beat them alone so he travels the land looking for a master to serve that will help him in his quest but it is not easy to most people don't understand why he wants to avenge his father they could not understand that he loved his father no matter what he did to him that is why he fights when he joins the dark king's army he finds his master the dark king he has pledged himself to the dark king he will not let any harm befall the king he will go where the dark king goes and be his sword and shield and do anything even take his own life for the dark king

Name:Dikun Race:Human Proffesion:Assassin Weapon:anything that assassins use Armor:anything as long as its assassin type or ninja type Backstory:l was a assassin betrayed by my comrades thats why l dont trust anyone and l kill everyone that is so strong l want to fight anyone that is stronger than l am but one day when l met you dark king you change my life and l told you l will protect you to the death and even steal for you and assasinate anyone you want me to kill and kidnap who ever you want me to kidnap

Name: Rhogar Race: Skeleton Gender: Male Profession: Bodyguard for Maincharacter Preferred Weapon type: Katana And Crossbow Preferred Armor type: Samurai or Ninja Backstory: During the great war between the humans and the Skeletons, during one of the great many battles of that time. A great warrior named Rhogar slew many of those we call humanity he was unstoppable but at last he was betrayed in his sleep by a unknown assailant his core in which kept him functioning was stolen and fell into a great slumber until you found him and patched him up. The rest of his story is up to you... [To be honest i got lazy to keep going]

Seems like you short of Dark Hivers .... Name : Black Bart Race : Dark Hive Prince Weapon: Crossbow ... any one hander Skills : Stealth , Thievery < assassination, Backstory on episode 17

Arvent Hiver Mercenary Martial Arts Black Fighting clothes I am a Nina warrior for hire from the shinobi thieves, after taking a job that went south I ran off and joined your crew to repent. Part of my penance is that I can no longer touch a weapon but since all I know is fighting I must earn my keep.

Hey I’ve never done anything like this before but I wanted to do something funny Name: Mrs. Peggy P. Notahuman Race: Greenlander Gender: Female Preferred weapon type: Any Preferred Armor type: robotic limbs Job: dark lords wife Backstory: Peggy was a walking down a path when she saw the dark lord and his army, Peggy was so impressed that she had to get into his crew. She noticed that this gracious lord would let in people of her kind, but.. but.. she need more. This dark lord was to sexy to let anyone else have him. She needed this bot to be her mans. So she took a trip to the southeastern part of the continent where she heard there where “people” to help with her quest. When she arrived they grabbed her and put her in a machine and ripped of her limbs. Peggy was crying hysterically, but not of pain, but of JOY. Very sneakily she opened her backpack with her mouth, attached one of the limbs she had brought there. Now she was ready. Attaching the over limbs as she snuck away from the “people”. Yes she thought... the dark lord will be mine.

Name: Samael Race:Robot Gender:Male Profession:Warrior Preferred weapon type:Long sword Preferred armor type:Heavy armor Backstory:Built for the purpose of fighting Samael was abandoned to his fate by his creator who deemed him unworthy or serving their cause. He had to survive on his own so as not to be shot by his pursuers to be hired by his formers masters. Today Samael seeks a goal for his existence after wandering around the world. He is looking for a master that he can serve and will not try to kill if he must for his master

Name:Thabeus Race:fogman (if possible) Gender: Male (non-queen) Profession: Cannibalistic barbarian Preferred Weapon type:Blunt Preferred armor type: light to medium Backstory:(Sry in advance but I thought a pseudo-diary would make him come alive) Once it was all a haze a fog if you must my mind clouded in it. I don't know when or why it happened but one day the fog vanished and I could think on my own again but retaining nothing prior to my clarity. So while munching on a rather tasty traveller I assumed a name thabeus as this was what the man screamed out while I munched on his innards. After finishing my meal I snuck into a city called mongrel and learned various languages. As I explored the city I tested various things about my body including the fact that I still retain my desire for flesh.

Name:Ki-84 Race:Skeleton Gender:- Profession:Royal Guard Preferred Weapon type:Fragement Axe Preferred Armor type:Heavy Backstory:Ki-84 was the promised product of the future, the skeleton protype that would stand guard in the royal palace like a sentinel guarding a eternal force. all that came crashing down when ki-84 went haywire and attacked scientist, goverment officals in a 3 day ramapage eventually ki-84 was subdued and decommissioned as a failure forgotten in the old empires arsenal vault. locked away to be forgotten for its creation symboled their failure. there are rumours that the ki-84 would only serve the true king.

Anganor tales; After settling in the hook with the mentality that the Dark king was no more. However in recent days reports in small amounts from North around the Gut of wall rising and a army build by a mysterious figure leading them possibly a general of the Dark Kong’s army’s way back when coming back to build an empire or maybe even possible the dark king himself. With these info growing and not knowing who was out there lead him to feathering what little supplies he head and heading north towards the gut to possibly find whatever these rumors cover tho his journey from the Hook to the Gut would be long and dangerous he just had to know.

Name: Tutu Race: Greenlander Gender: Male Profession: Crossbow Preferred Weapon type: Crossbow Preferred Armor type: Light / Leather for Crossbow Backstory: Hunter killer sharpshooter

Old Shan Gender whatever Black Hiver Ex-scavenger/wants to be a bartender/but will be happy to be a common laborer or farmer or whatever else the colony/base needs/ Think of him as a jack of all trades Spear Light/medium armor Old Shan has done it all in the name of earning a few pieces of gold. Guard? Done it. Slave? Been there. Laborer? How many boxes did we need to move around today? Thief? Only enough to keep a body fed. Old Shan just wants to run a bar some place, but any job will do. Happy to serve anyone, so long as the money's good and the drinks keep coming round

Name: Ren Race: ashlander Gender: male Profession: warrior Weapon: Cleaver armour: light Backstory: Was an orphaned as a child, joined a group of other orphans. Get in a battle with raider and was the only survivor