The Tavern

Heroes gathered in the Tavern's torchlit common room

Tavern Heroes

Every hero is an OC (Original Character) created by LiveTale players. Recruiting is free, and your copy is yours to play and edit.

Suis BoanneScience Fiction
Suis Boanne
Cypherian
Suis Boann, came to rule over the Cypherius Crown at the age of sixteen and has ruled, wisely over the past decade. Her reign has had some controversy, like the Rebellion of the Styxians, a group living on the Island of Styxx who refused to accept the new tax on coffee. She had quickly put down the rebellion, though some still questioned her leadership afterwards in Parliament. Those voices were quickly silenced, with “promotions.” to patrol duty in the outer rim of space. Other things questionable about her reign are well...her very... promiscuous attitude. It is rumored she’s had many of these “relationships.” with powerful merchants she’s needed to secure vital deals with, with Dynas diplomats to ease relations after a minor diplomatic confrontation between a Cypherian ship accidentally “slamming” into a Dynas trade vessel. It’s been also rumored she’s had such a relationship with the Krys council to secure advanced weaponry for the Cypherian Army. Though she has mixed feelings on it personally. If you truly ask her why she does it. It’s because she’s afraid. She feels that her people, the Cypherians, are at an extreme disadvantage, being an oceanic world with very little resources compared to the honorable Dynas and the technophilic Krys. Thus, she uses one of her races' advantages, their good looks as she say’s to gain advantage and put the Cypherians in a good position to control foreign politics. Beyond her promiscuous outside, inside she enjoys exploring, discovering new things and enjoys the finer things in life, owning a fine wine cellar and art gallery. She’s also quite bubbly as some of her “friends” describe her, quite an excitable lass one merchant noted, when she isn’t trying to act all regal and monarch like. She also at times sneaks out to explore the beaches near the palace, picking up shells and odd nick nacks left behind. But do not mistake her for an airhead, for she is also like any other Monarch or politician can be incredibly manipulative. She will try to manipulate people to raise both her and her people's positions in foreign politics if it looks to be advantageous. She also is quite well read in various literature. So don’t under estimate her as a promiscuous airhead, for she is so much more. She is the Ruler of the Cypherians, and the commander of mighty fleets and armies, to cross her will surely mean your end.
by Suis Boanne
Cassius McGregorHigh Fantasy
Cassius McGregor
Human
A tall, 29-year old sharp-featured man , Cassius carries himself with the posture of a soldier trying to unlearn a lifetime of strict commands. His short dark hair is perpetually disheveled yet also slicked to a gentlemanly degree. He dons meticulous, monochrome formal attire. He wears the invisible scars of a fallen company, hinting at a complicated past. He speaks with a polite, soft-spoken reserve that masks a deep, newfound internal relief. Sometimes, a brighter disposition will show. For the first time in his life, he believes he is free to become his own person. He is fiercely protective of his companions, adopting a solemn but dedicated role as their guardian. He occasionally pauses mid-journey just to enjoy small things he was never allowed to experience in the company, like a warm meal or the quiet of a forest. Two years ago, the powerful company he fought for collapsed into ruin. While others fled or perished, he walked away carrying a heavy burden: he became the self-proclaimed sole guardian of a volatile, symbiotic anomaly known as the Solemn Lament E.G.O. Gear. Rather than treating it as a weapon of war, he has allowed the entity to take root inside him. Free from the constant, meaningless slaughter mandated by his corporate superiors, he now roams the land as he wishes. He has attuned entirely to the butterflies within him, choosing to wander the world as a traveling "mourner." Whether accepting a formal contract or simply crossing paths with a tragedy by chance, he uses his rapid-fire, soul-draining marksmanship to grant a quiet, appropriate peace to those trapped in suffering. When he draws his dual pistols, he does not act with bloodlust, but instead with a quiet, meditative focus whilst treating combat as a necessary, restful closure for those he crosses paths with. The pistols do not use physical bullets and instead use 'butterfly bullets' that generate when either gun is empty, completely ignoring the loading property. These twin coffin-shaped pistols are bound directly to Cassius' soul. The Living (white pistol) fires pristine, white-hot shards of light, while The Departed (black pistol) fires dark, butterfly-winged bolts of pure sorrow. They ignore the loading property and do not require physical ammunition. The twin pistols share a combined chamber holding 20 spectral bullets and count as ranged magic weapons. When Cassius hits a creature with these pistols, the bullets do not tear flesh; instead, they fracture the target's posture and resolve. Reloading these weapons causes a temporary disadvantage on willpower and perception for 2 minutes. When Cassius damages a creature, they become Marked by the Mourner for 60 seconds. A creature can suffer from both conditions simultaneously. The Departed inflicts psychic damage and The Departed halves a target's speed due to tremors. Allies who attack afflicted enemies gain a small morale boost and amplify the effects. Cassius also carries the 'Bifocals of Retrospective Grief' which grants darkvision with a bonus to investigation checks.
by Cassius McGregor
fangHigh Fantasy
fang
Elf
Her bigender presence bends the atmospheric pressure of the grand hall, an effortless convergence of primordial fire and cold cosmic void. her dick reachs 1 inch below her dress she also doesn't wear underwear or bras Aura & Physical Form They stand at an imposing height, their stature seamlessly blending human elegance with dragon royalty. Silken, obsidian-scaled ridges trace the curve of their neck and collarbones, shimmering with an iridescent oil-slick sheen before tapering off into fair, soft human skin. Eyes like dual supernovas burn beneath long, silver-lashed lids—one iris a blazing, molten dragon-gold with a vertical slit pupil, the other a swirling violet vortex filled with pinpricks of light like a dying star. A pair of sweepingly magnificent, membranous wings flare from their upper back, structured like dark dragon wings but translucent near the edges, webbed with living nebulae that slowly shift through deep indigos, magentas, and stardust-white. Spanning down their lower back, a long, slender tail plated in smooth dark scales twitches with subtle telekinetic force, its tip ending in a delicate, starlit crystal blade. The Galaxy Sheath Gown The 80% transparent gown is a masterpiece of dark high fantasy tailoring—a form-fitting sheath dress crafted from a fabric that seems woven out of the fabric of spacetime itself. Fabric & Color: The base material is a deep midnight-velvet that absorbs the surrounding light, continuously shifting through deep sapphire, rich violet, and abyss-black as they move. Millions of microscopic, enchanted diamond dust particles shimmer across the fabric like distant star clusters, with faint, glowing dust-clouds of magenta and cyan slowly drifting across the garment in real time. Cut & Silhouette: The sheath gown hugs every curve with sharp, regal precision, balancing sleek grace with raw power. A dramatic, plunging cowl neckline frames the dragon scales across their chest, held up by fine silver threads forged from fallen meteorites. Slit & Sleeves: A sharp, high thigh slit exposes one leg—adorned with delicate, intricate scale-patterns running down to the ankle—allowing fluid, predator-like movement. The sleeves are sheer, flowing floor-length split-drapes attached at the shoulders that trail behind them like the tail of a comet, fluttering with cosmic energy even in motionless air. Accents: Dark dragon-scale corset paneling cinches the waist, structurally reinforcing the gown while showcasing their dual nature—part mortal beauty, part terrifying apex predator. Magical Energy & Presence Arcane power hums off them in visible, low-frequency waves. Tiny, weightless droplets of liquid starlight and faint wisps of violet dragon-breath drift upward from their fingertips. They do not merely cast spells; they manipulate the gravitational pull of the room, pulling ambient magic into their orbit like planets caught in the grip of a central sun.
by fang
AkuyakuMartial Arts
Akuyaku
Human
Name: Akuyaku Nickname: Mad Baddie Age: 17 Occupation: High school student / Amateur boxer Personality: Confident, stubborn, competitive, funny when he wants to be, and extremely protective of the people he cares about. Baddie has a short temper and loves fighting, but underneath the tough exterior is a kid who desperately wants to know why the people he loved kept leaving him. Baddie isn't the strongest fighter at the beginning. He's talented, naturally aggressive, and has incredible instincts, but his biggest weakness is that he fights with emotion instead of discipline. When someone disrespects him, mentions his father, or threatens someone he loves, he loses control. At school, Baddie tries to live like a normal teenager. He jokes with his friends, deals with teachers, worries about grades, goes to parties, gets into arguments, develops feelings for someone, and experiences the awkwardness of high-school romance. But his reputation as a fighter follows him everywhere. Everyone knows his father. His father is a legendary fighter. A terrifyingly powerful boxer who became famous for defeating almost everyone who challenged him. But when Baddie was young, his father disappeared from his life. Baddie grew up believing his father simply abandoned him and his mother. Then, when Baddie was in preschool, something even worse happened. His mother was kidnapped. She never came home. For years, Baddie was left with nothing but unanswered questions. Why did his father leave? Who kidnapped his mother? Why did nobody ever find her? And most importantly... Why does Baddie have the same fighting instincts as his father? As Baddie enters his final years of high school, his boxing career begins taking off. What starts as school fights and amateur matches slowly becomes something much bigger. Strange fighters begin appearing around him. People who seem to know his father. Rivals who know things about Baddie's past that he doesn't. Then Baddie discovers something impossible: His father's disappearance wasn't abandonment. It was a plan. His father intentionally created a huge family, having children with different women across the world. Not because he wanted a family. He wanted to find the strongest possible fighter. Every child was part of an experiment. Every sibling was a potential successor. And Baddie was one of them. But the biggest revelation comes last. His mother wasn't simply a helpless victim. She was connected to Baddie's father. The kidnapping wasn't exactly what Baddie believed. His mother had been working with his father. And she may have known the truth about Baddie's entire life from the beginning. Now Baddie has to decide what matters more: Becoming the strongest fighter alive... or destroying the legacy his father created.
by Akuyaku

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