After he knocked down the big guy, Eckhart went to help with the two other drugged citizens.  However, a voice behind him caused him to panic.

"Stop right there! Drop your weapons and come with us!"

It was the town guard. They had obviously mobilized when they heard the explosion go off, and were only just arriving at the scene now. Luckily for Eckhart and Kino, an adrenalized shopkeeper began to run towards the guards, distracting them. Eckhart began to run in the direction of the  inn, dragging Kino behind him. He didn't know the masked man, but he wouldn't get the answers he wanted if he was apprehended by the guards.

Eckhart watched as the masked man thew a knife into the lunatic's back. It didn't seem to do anything though, and he was soon preoccupied with two more crazies. Eckhart barely managed to dodge a flurry a blows the man sent his way, and stumbled sidestepped to the man's left. Hoping he didn't injure the man too badly, Eckhart swung the hammer at his ribcage. There was a sickening crunch, and the man fell to the ground.

Seeing the masked doctor keel over in pain, Eckhart lashed out at the raving man with his hammer. It was a glancing blow to the man's thigh, but as the man had no armor it should have been enough to drop him.

Should have been enough. Eckhart's eyes widened as the man shrugged off the blow and advanced towards him instead.

Eckhart tied the scarf over his mouth and nose, and immediately gagged. Clenching his teeth and powering through the urge to vomit, he turned towards the masked man and was about to demand answers as to why he had left a chemical weapon lying around for somebody to find. Instead, he saw a large man with a crazed expression rushing at the plague doctor screaming something about Essyrni merchants.  "Look out!" Eckhart yelled as he moved to intercept the man, warhammer raised.

Eckhart nodded, and handed Kino the scarf. "Are you a healer too? That's a doctor's mask."

"Um, stop right there!" Eckhart said nervously. If this was the bomber, than Eckhart stood little chance of defeating him. "Is this your doing?" Eckhart realized what a dumb question that was halfway through saying it. 

"Wait" he thought, "I did this, didn't I?"

"Why are you in a plague mask? Are these fumes dangerous?"

Eckhart finally managed to pull the glass from his shoulder, and quickly began to regrow the cells in his shoulder. As he was doing this, he saw a person in an old plague mask walking towards him. Eckhart had read enough old medical books to understand the implications of this. "Oh shit" he thought, "maybe the fumes from this are toxic, that's why he's in the mask. Did he know about this bomb?"

With this in mind, Eckhart stood up, cupped one hand over his mouth and nose, and drew his hammer.

Eckhart walked briskly down the the street, absentmindedly fiddling with the bottle he had found in his hands. He was considering going to the market stalls in town, to see if anyone was selling more bottles of this stuff. All of a sudden the bottle began to heat up in his hands, burning his skin. Eckhart only just managed to throw the bottle away from him before it exploded, knocking him backwards and leaving a smoldering crater in the street. As people around him began to panic, Eckhart winced as he discovered a piece of glass shrapnel lodged in his shoulder.

Having made it through the mountains with the help of the swordsman Gawfy, Eckhart walked slowly through a field of flowers in Darken Vei. It was mid morning, and the dew was beginning to dry.  Eckhart's arm was still sore from the fight with the trolls and he was looking for arnica flowers, which he knew helped with muscular pain.  His eyes lit up when he saw a patch of yellow flowers, but when he bent down to get a closer look, he found something much more interesting.  A small black bottle, about the size of Eckhart's thumb, containing some sort of sludgy liquid inside. Eckhart took the cap off the bottle and smelled it, and quickly recoiled when he found it smelled like seal piss.

"What the hell is this?" Eckhart thought.

Taking a generous sample of the arnica flowers and putting them in his bag, he began to head in the direction of the inn he was staying at.

What are your favorite kinds of plots and relationships to play?
I like intrigue, fun adventures, and slice of life stories. I'm a huge fan of continuity and overarching plots, so I try to build characters around them. Threads are just chapters in a bigger story for me.

What are your least favorite kinds of plots and relationships to play?
Romance. I'm really not interested in pairing off any of my characters, although if you really think your character is perfect for one of mine I suppose you could PM me. (I will probably share this PM with all my friends so we can laugh at it. Just a heads up.)

What are your favorite character types to play?
Anything. Like, anything. Talking vultures, preteen drug dealers, a parasitic colony of insects controlling a human corpse, etc. I have one "normal" character, and he's literally so normal that he blends into the background and becomes invisible.

I do fill the somewhat rare niches of playing as children and animals, so if you were looking for somebody to do that then I'm probably your guy.

Are you a planner or a pantser? Do you prefer to pre-plan and stick to a script when posting, or do you prefer to surprise and be surprised?
Don't count on me to stick to plans. I've accidentally dismantled major plot arcs because my characters decided to misbehave.

How do you feel about group threads?
I need to mesh with everybody in the thread or else it won't work.

How often can you reply to any given thread? How long should a partner wait before nudging you for a post?
I have a full time job and a lot of other threads, so I can typically reply once every few days. I start to feel guilty if I make people wait more than a week.

What is the longest you're willing to wait for a reply to a thread?
Months.

How do you feel about instant messenger RP?
I've never tried it, but it sounds a bit too fast-paced for me

How do you feel about post volleying/rapidfire RP?
I really don't have the time.

What's your preferred posting style? Long posts? Short posts? Anything and everything?
Depends. I usually average 2-3 paragraphs, though I'll make longer ones if the situation calls for it (like if I'm writing multiple characters at once, which I do pretty frequently). I avoid one liners except for a few plot specific instances (dramatic effect, gags, etc).

Any RP styles/habits that you love?
Overarching plots and shorter threads are my bread and butter. Weird characters, fun magic powers, and interesting settings are all things I like as well.

Any RP styles/habits that you avoid?
Please, please give me something I can work with. If you don't add to the plot on your own and only have your characters react to what I write, I may silently drop out. Sorry, I just can't deal with that, it's annoying and I hate it.

Also, there's this thing that some people do where their character somehow ends up having multiple simultaneous conversations with mine? If you know what I'm talking about, don't do it.


What are you limits regarding powerplay/godmoding?
Unless you're going to do something character destroying I don't care if you do this. It's your prerogative. With that being said, PVP is not something I enjoy writing unless the winner is plotted out beforehand- otherwise it usually turns into the equivalent of kids on the playground yelling "I shot you! You're dead!" "Nuh-uh! The bullets reflected!"

What are your limits in regards to romantic situations?
I'd need to know you incredibly well in order for me to write this with you. Short answer is no romance from me. Sorry if I killed your ship by saying this XD

What are your limits with regards to graphic content such as sex, violence, drug use, sexual assault, etc? What is your comfort level?
I'm cool with most violence and gore- god knows I've written some gross stuff in my time here.

I don't do ERP. It's not something I enjoy writing, and I can't be sure my threading partner isn't typing one-handed.

What are your limits in regards to pregnancy within plots?
This has always struck me as kind of a weird thing to have on this form tbh. I guess as long as the child doesn't belong to my character, we're good.

What about healing?
It's fine unless you wanted to heal a character who's defined by whatever ails them (you can't fix my mute character's vocal chords for example).

What about characters being transformed against their will?
No.

Anything else?
I have a legitimate fear of vampires. I know they aren't real, but the entire concept terrifies me. If you have a vampire character I ask that you keep the actual vampire stuff to a minimum while threading with me. Sorry if that's inconvenient or anything, I just can't deal with it.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'll take my chances"  Eckhart didn't want to admit it, but he was afraid of the armored man. There was something deeply unnatural about his armor, and it made Eckhart uneasy.  "Half a day isn't so bad, I think I'll be fine." 

Eckhart picked up the hammer that the troll had attacked the armored man with. Deciding he liked the feel of this weapon in his hands more than he liked the shortsword, Eckhard shouldered it. Turning around, he thanked the man for his help, and began the 2 hour hike down the mountain.

Eckhart could hear the man say something, but he was too busy concentrating on his wound to make it out. His magic needed his undivided attention, lest something go wrong. Eckhart's hand began to glow with a greenish-blue light. The wound took about three minutes to fully heal.  When he was finished, Eckhart looked up at the man and said "Are you hurt? I wouldn't have survived that without you, so I wont charge a fee if you need healing."

Looking at the path down the mountain, Eckhart continued, "How much farther down will I need to go before I reach the next town?"

"Welp," thought Eckhart "This isn't a situation I anticipated"  Eckhart had, of course, practiced with his sword. Or at least, he read a book about swordplay once. Frankly, Eckhart never expected that he would ever have to use the sword at all, let alone fend off trolls with it. Well aware that he would likely fail whatever minuscule expectations the armored man had of him, Eckhart took what he thought looked like a defensive position.

Four of the trolls went for the armored man. More glory to be gained, Eckhart supposed. As one of the two remaining trolls charged at him with a short blade, Eckhart raised his arm as a shield and let himself get hit. Luckily the troll's blade was dull, and it got stuck in Eckhart'ss arm instead of cleaving through it. With the knowledge that he could heal this wound later, Eckhart bit his tongue so as to hold back a scream of pain. However, his gambit had payed off, and he was now in a position where the troll was at his mercy. Eckhart made a motion to cut off the troll's head, but couldn't put enough force behind the swing and ended up merely cutting the troll's throat.  It was enough however, and the troll collapsed.  Knowing the same trick wouldn't work twice, Eckhart ended up throwing his sword at the other troll in an act of desperation. Through sheer dumb luck, the sword's hilt hit the troll square in the forehead, knocking it out cold.

Eckhart took the food and began to eat it. "Nah, I'm not cut out for fighting really. I'm a healer. Or, at least, I'm trying to be. I can only heal flesh wounds. That's why I'm heading to Serendipity, hopefully I can learn a few more healing spells."

Upon hearing that the man had food Eckhart breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why are you halfway up a mountain with such little equipment?" the man asked. A good question, Eckhart had to admit.  "Well", Eckhart said, "I'm trying to get to Serendipity, but, uh, I didn't bring enough food. I've never been on a journey like this before." Eckhart looks at the carnage left by the man's sword. "So, um, you've been doing this for for a while I take it?"

Eckhart suddenly heard a commotion coming from further down the path.  Rushing to where he heard the noise, he enters a clearing and promptly trips over half of a wolf. Catching himself, he looks up and sees a huge man wearing a full suit of armor and wielding what appears to be a metal door on a stick. Upon closer inspection, Eckhart realised that it was supposed to be a sword.

Eckhart's first thought was "Run! If he's an enemy then you're as good as dead!
Eckhart's second thought was "Talk to him, he may be able to help you."
Eckhart's third thought was "What kind of idiot wears a full suit of armor on a hike?"

Deciding to go with the second option, Eckhart timidly asks "Excuse me... um, do you have any food?"

Eckhart Von Musel gingerly hiked down a steep mountain path. "Maybe this was a mistake" he thought to himself.  He had made it through the tundra just fine, he was used to trekking through the snow. But mountains? Mountains he could do without.  After stumbling and nearly falling into a gorge, he reached a considerably less steep area and stopped to rest. Looking at his surroundings, he noticed a juniper bush a few paces away. "Nice!" he thought. He had read about using juniper berries to help clear up congestion, but seeing as the berries didn't grow on the tundra he had never had an opportunity to try it himself.  As he went to put a sample of the berries in his backpack, he made a discovery that caused him to panic.

He only had one dried fish left

Damnit damnit damnit damnit damnit! Eckhart began to realize that he could very well be screwed. He knew the juniper berries he just found function as a sedative, and he'd need his wits about him in order to make it down the mountain. He didn't know how to hunt, and even if he did, what was he going to do? Chase down rabbits with his shortsword?

No, the only option was to try and make it down the mountain and find a town before he ended up starving to death. Grumbling under his breath about how stupid he was, he resumed his trek down the mountain.

Name: Eckhart Von Musel
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Ethnicity: Connlaothian
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 117 lbs.
Occupation: Healer
Residence: Owns a house in Hyoite, currently living in Zantaric
Favorite Food: Fish Sandwiches
Alignment: Lawful Chaotic Neutral



Physical Description:
Eckhart is a thin, blonde young man with brown eyes. He typically wears hand-me-down fur clothing that's a bit too large for him, which gives him the appearance of being larger and heavier than he really is. He wears a arrowhead around his neck, held in place by a thin leather cord. His jacket belonged to a sailor at some point, and it smells a bit like fish. His jacket was damaged beyond repair during a fight with an assassin. He now wears a wool cardigan.

Eckhart wears a single feather earring on his left ear, a memento from the day he fought a dragon. It's the most valuable thing he owns, and he's incredibly attached to it.

Eckhart carries a warhammer with him when he travels, although he isn't very good with it and could be beaten easily by anyone with any training or innate ability.

Personality:
The victim of emotional abuse growing up, Eckhart has some serious issues. He's incredibly skittish, and gets very nervous when he has to talk to new people. He's rather paranoid as well, and it's not uncommon for him to think the people he meets are secretly evil and out to kill him (though to his credit, his fear of people being out to get him has been vindicated more than once). He fiddles with his necklace when he gets nervous, and has a tendency to say "um" and "uh" a lot.

On a personal level Eckhart is a fairly quiet, although if you approach him on a topic that he is interested in- such as medicine or rare diseases - he will open up to you. Eckhart enjoys treating people's wounds, though it's more because he likes the feeling of power it gives him than because of any innate love of helping others. That isn't to say he's not compassionate, he just saves his compassion for people he knows well.  He has very prudish views on sexuality and romance, due to the influence his Connlaothian grandparents had on his upbringing.

Eckhart holds grudges easily, and sometimes resorts to petty means to get back at people who he feels have wronged him. This is a trait he picked up from his sister, and Eckhart is trying to become more forgiving of people because of what she has become. Welp, looks like he may be starting to embrace it now.

Relationships:
Eckhart has an older sister named Hildegarde who has been completely disowned by the family due to her parents disapproval of her career choice (she's a crime lord). Hildegarde put Eckhart through hell in his youth, and the effect it had on his life is very, very visible. He's not quite sure how he feels about her, but he can't bring himself to not love her. UPDATE: They patched things up! They're a bit awkward around each other still, but that's to be expected.

Eckhart has a familiar, a cat named Belladonna. The two have a very odd relationship- she essentially kidnapped him and is now forcing him to help her rescue her previous master. Despite this, Eckhart has grown to genuinely care for her and relies on her for emotional support.

Kino Vanden is Eckhart's best friend. They don't get to see each other very often, but he's always happy when they do.

Is Kaida Black-Hearth his friend? (Enemy)? Rival? It's really hard to tell.
                                                            ^Probably this one
Eckhart retains good relationships with his parents and grandparents, and visits them on holidays.

Magic/Abilities:
Eckhart has healing magic! It's very... odd, though- as if he needs to do all of his healing manually. For example, he can't simply close a wound with his magic- he needs to clot the blood and regenerate the cells individually. He's still a beginner too- he can't even fix broken bones yet! Powers he's developed so far include:

• Regenerating cells
• Clotting/unclotting blood
• Congealing earwax (don't ask why he knows this, it's a long story)
• Messing with the nervous system (this is very difficult, and every time he's tried he's fucked it up and made things worse)

Eckhart is the current owner of Maladies Most Unusual, a one of a kind text containing "forbidden" herbal remedies for normally difficult to cure ailments such as vampirism and lycanthropy. Said remedies will only work if the person making them has read the book, and many of them are dangerous if gotten wrong. Eckhart has mixed feelings about Maladies, and tries not to use it too often.

Eckhart is- surprisingly enough- proficient at cooking and sewing. He's also fairly skilled at haggling, something he picked up in order to afford food and clothing growing up

History:
Eckhart is a third generation Connlaothian immigrant. His grandparents were run out of their home country after it was discovered they had been using magic to harvest their crops more efficiently. Eckhart and his sister Hildegarde had a fairly normal childhood, free of any major tragedies.

When Eckhart was 14 his sister was caught using her air magic in an attempt to kill a well-respected trapper. She escaped from the authorities but when she tried to take refuge with her parents she was disowned and ostracized.  Eckhart has not had any contact with Hildegarde since she left, and all attempts to convince his parents to reach out to her have failed miserably.  Hildegarde is now a wanted criminal residing in Zantaric, and is known to be responsible for several murders.

At age 18, Eckhart moved out of his parents home and into a run down hut on the outskirts of town. It was around this time that Eckhart began to use his healing powers to treat people's wounds. After figuring out that there were things he can't heal with magic yet, he set off on a journey to learn as many cures and remedies as he could.


Complete Threads (chronological order):
Eckhart runs out of food and panics
Eckhart picks flowers and finds a weird bottle (Eckhart meets Kino)
Eckhart and Kino travel south
Cabin Fever
The Hag's Cauldron (Partner dropped out but I consider it canon anyway)
Hurt But Not Alone
Roads Often Traveled (Eckhart meets Kaida)
The Brass Spider
To Eckhart, From Hildegarde
Maladies Most Unusual (Eckhart meets Belladonna)
Oh we're together... He just doesn't know it yet.
Water And Vinegar
Snow? This Time Of Year? (Eckhart looses his jacket in this one- RIP in peace)
No Cure For Bad Luck
Mirror Mirror in My Pocket
Putty In My Hands (Eckhart reunites with Hildegarde)
Another One?

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