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The City of Steel
Re-Logic Games Owned
  1. Terraria: PC
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Male
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Causing Shenanigans

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Biological Status
• Name: Jun Herrero
• Age: 17
• Sex: Male
• Height: 5’ 11”
General Appearance

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Except for the mark around his eye
• Normal Wear: See picture
• Formal Wear: Same overcoat, but with a dress shirt/tie underneath
• Sleep Wear: Loose pants
Mental and Physical State
• Personality: Distant, always seems absorbed in his own thoughts. If you can get him out of his thoughts, he’s actually quite nice. Not outgoing, but not shy.
• Biography:
Jun grew up in a world different, yet similar to ours. In his world, the cost of materials commonly used to manufacture firearms was extremely high, so they never really became commonly used. Instead, most wars were still fought with swords, and bows/arrows. Their technology advanced almost identically to ours, except for the invention of artillery and the like. It’s just that they’re still a little behind. In his world, man has not yet been to the moon, or even been off the planet. Space travel still seems farfetched to the denizens of this world. The main difference between his world and ours is the structure of power. In our world, we have many governing bodies and countries. In his world, there is only one. It is known simply as “The Kingdom.” The simplicity of the name is because, there are no other kingdoms to oppose it. It has withstood centuries due to how humble the royalty usually is. The newest king, named “Prometheus” however, is not quite as humble. Prometheus uses his power to try and force commoners into giving the Kingdom resources, whereas the previous generations of nobility spoke peacefully, and negotiated deals. If a village were to refuse to give food, iron, coal, or any other major resource, The Kingdom’s soldiers would march into the village and take the resources by force. If the soldiers were to meet resistance, they were allowed to kill in the Kingdom’s name, claiming that it is a sign of rebellion. This has happened a multitude of times over the past 20 years. Talks of rebellion are starting within the Kingdom’s farthest reaches, where the supplies taken by soldiers are desperately needed. This is where Jun’s story starts.


Jun was born an only child, the only heir to what was now a bloody throne. He grew up in isolation from the rest of the world. He was kept from learning about anything outside the castle’s walls, and what he did learn about the outside world, he learned through home schooling. He was taught that his father, the king, was considered a hero by all of the people in the land. He begged his father to let him out into the world, to see what life was like outside the walls. His father finally agreed when he was seven, but Jun was to be escorted by a group of soldiers. The soldiers escorted him no matter where they went, making sure that Jun only saw what they wanted him to see. They visited a small village, where the castle was still within sight. There was a large market place, and business seemed to be booming. They visited a blacksmith’s shop, Jun assumed it was so he could see how swords were made, but that was not the case. One of the soldiers told the old smith that he was behind on his ‘quota.’ The smith apologized multiple times, and promised to deliver twice as many weapons in the next shipment. The soldiers then told Jun to wait outside the shop. Jun asked why, but the soldiers didn’t give an answer. The soldiers closed the door to the shop, and shut all the curtains so no one could see inside. But Jun could hear what was happening. The soldiers were beating the old man, the protectors of the world Jun knew were punishing a harmless old man. Jun ran away from the shop, heading towards the castle. He ran through all of the halls of the castle, demanding to see his father. Some soldiers tried to stop him, but Jun had learned his way around pretty well after being kept in the castle for so long. He burst through the doors of the main hall, crying and calling out to his father. “Daddy, daddy! Some of the soldiers are doing terrible things to a blacksmith in town!” The king simply looked down at him and said “The blacksmith went against orders from the Kingdom. He knew what the consequences would be.” Jun didn’t understand. “But why do we have to hurt people to get what we want?” He cried out. “Because that’s the only way!” The king, his father, replied in a harsh tone. “The only way to get what you want is through force and fear!” He yelled, as if scolding Jun. “I sent you out today to learn that, but I see now that it’s a lesson you cannot learn.” The king said still in a scolding tone. “I… don’t understand...” Jun said under his breath, he didn’t know what he did to upset his father. “And since you cannot learn that lesson, you are unfit to be my prince. Guards.” Suddenly two guards came into the hall and grabbed Jun by both of his arms. “Daddy, why!?! Why are you doing this!?!” Jun cried as the soldiers carried him away. “Maybe one day, you’ll understand.” The king said, before sitting back down on his throne. What happened next was all a blur to Jun. The guards put Jun in a sack and loaded him onto the back of a carriage, as if he nothing more than cargo. Jun cried while they rode along. It had all happened so fast, and he couldn’t tell what to believe. His father and what he had been taught, or what he had just experienced. Jun didn’t get long to think before the carriage stopped. He could hear the soldiers talking. “I heard that smith got what was coming to him…” one said. “Good, it’s about time he learned his place.” Another replied. Jun was being carried now, he could feel the sack itself moving. He was too frightened to move, and he completely froze. The sack rocked back, then forth… back, then forth… back, then forth… and then Jun felt as if he were weightless. The soldiers had thrown the sack, Jun, off of a cliff, without second thought. As he started to fall he heard the soldier’s voices get cut off, as if something had happened to them. “This is where I die. This is where I die. This is where I die.” Jun thought to himself over and over again. There must have been something he missed, a misunderstanding of some kind, just as he thought he was going to grasp the truth, everything went black.


Jun awoke looking up at the roof of a log cabin. He tried to lift his head up, but he felt an enormous surge of pain go down his spine, focusing on his neck. He let out a short yell in pain. “Take it easy, lay back down. You have no reason to be afraid now.” A strange, yet soothing voice said to him. Jun rested his head and looked around the room. “Where am I?” he asked. The voice replied “Somewhere safe. A cabin in the far reaches of the Kingdom. If you have any more questions, feel free to ask.” The voice said. It was an old man’s voice... but Jun didn’t recognize it. “Who are you?” Jun asked, still trying to find the source of the voice. “I’m Philip, an old blacksmith.” He replied in the same soothing tone. “Can I ask you a question?” The smith asked. Jun tried to nod his head but it still hurt too much. “Who are you?” the smith asked. A simple question, Jun thought to himself. “I’m Jun, I’m…” He trailed off. “I’m… I’m…” He trailed off time after time. He couldn’t remember who he was, or what had happened to him. He started to cry, before feeling the smith’s arm on his. “Your name is enough for now… it may be for the better that you don’t remember.” Jun was scared at that thought, but the smith could be right. “Do you know who I am?” Jun asked, innocently. “Well sure I do.” The smith replied in a slightly enthusiastic tone “You’re Jun. My new apprentice.” The smith said joyfully. “Until you can remember who you are, that is.” The smith added. Jun was fine with that. It meant he would be safe and that was enough for him. “Alright.” Jun said, somewhat happily. He still tried to remember who he was. The thought of starting over was both terrifying, and exciting to him. “For now, rest. You’ll need your strength.” The smith said. And with that Jun fell back asleep, but terrible dreams awaited him. Each dream was the same, him falling in a place where he couldn’t see, and then nothing. The same dream over, and over again. Jun tried to ignore it and keep sleeping, but he couldn’t. “Hey… Philip…?” He asked aloud. “Yes, Jun?” The smith was at his bedside, and had a towel on Jun’s forehead. “Every time I fall asleep, I have the same dream of me falling, and then nothing… do you know what it means…?” Jun asked. The smith sighed. “Unfortunately, no. All I can tell you is that you were severely hurt when you got here. Maybe that has something to do with it.” The smith suggested. “Maybe… Thanks.” Jun said before trying to sleep again, but this time, the dream was different. It wasn’t of his past, but of his future. It was Jun working on a sword, with the smith watching over him. Jun slept soundly from here on out. When he had finally healed enough to start working, they got to work immediately.


The smith at first just taught him the basics, but eventually went on to the more complicated steps. When he finished his first sword, Philip said. “You’ll be a fine smith someday.” The next 10 years proceeded in a similar fashion, with the smith teaching Jun both about smithing, and about the world. Jun learned of The Kingdom, and of the kings of old, about how there modesty stopped rebellion before it could start. Jun learned how to read and write from the smith to. Jun also learned the basics of sword fighting from some of the smith’s ‘Friends’ as he called them. When Jun was 17 something strange happened. There was a knock on the door of the wood cabin. It was night time. There had been guests in the past, but none came at night. Jun sat up in bed and listened as Philip answered the door. The person who knocked was someone Jun knew, he had practiced sword fighting against him on occasion. “We have to go, they found out!” He said in a panicked tone. “I’m not sure how, but they did!” Philip looked about the cabin slowly, before his eyes fell on Jun. “Take Jun, and leave.” Philip said. “I’ll buy you some time.” Jun sprang out of bed and said “No, I’m staying with you, Philip, you’re the only person I know…” Philip cut him off with a hand motion. “Jun, trust me. This is the last thing I want to do. But it’s what I must do.” Philip went over to Jun and put his hand on Jun’s shoulder. “Now trust me, and go with Kane. I’ll be fine.” Philip said reassuringly. Jun did as he was told. He pulled on a sweater, pants, boots, and rushed out to a carriage alongside Kane. “Who’s coming?” Jun asked. Kane looked grave as he took the reins of the carriage “The Kingdom.” They drove through the night, and didn’t even stop once. When morning came, they returned to cabin to find it destroyed. Jun slowly dismounted the carriage and stood there in awe. “I’m sorry.” Kane said before taking the reins once again, and driving the carriage off into the distance.


Jun slowly surveyed the wreckage of what was the only home he could remember. The cabin had been burned, but parts of it survived. There were signs of a struggle, and drag markings in the gravel. They had taken Philip prisoner. Jun was overcome with guilt and hatred. He blamed himself for leaving, and whoever the king was for what had happened. But Jun knew this was commonplace. Many times he had heard Philip’s ‘Friends’ speak of the Kingdom burning down villages. Jun assumed those were urban myths… but now, the truth was undeniable. He scavenged through the smoldering ash, looking for anything he could use, when he came across a peculiar box that he hadn’t seen before. It was beneath where the floor boards would have been, if they had not burned. Jun opened the box. It contained two envelopes, one sealed with Jun’s name on it, and one unsealed with markings of a tree. The box also contained a sheathed sword and an overcoat, pants, boots, and chainmail. He leaned the sheathed sword against a stump near the cabin, and sat on the same stump. Jun opened the letter, and read it.


“Dear, Jun
If you are reading this, than that means something terrible has happened. I know how you must feel right now, how angry you must be. Whether is at me, or whoever caused this, I don’t know. But what I do know, is that right now, you aren’t strong enough to face the force that caused this. The other materials within this box are for that purpose. The most important being the second envelope. It contains an application for a school I heard about a long time ago from a fellow smith. I can’t remember his name… I believe it started with a ‘B’. Regardless, you should fill out the application, I’m sure they’ll accept you. The chainmail is made of mythril, as strong as dragon scales, as I taught you long ago. The clothes are an old memento of mine, and I think they might actually fit you well. The sword, however, is special. It’s unnamed right now, but know that it holds great potential. It’s made from a rare material which is even stronger than mythril. Ask the smith at the school about the metal, I don’t have the space to explain it here.
My best of wishes,
Philip”


As I read the letter, my anger calmed. I unsheathed the sword. It was heavy, a broadsword which I could barely hold in one hand. Its blade seemed like it was made of silver, but also not at the same time. I sheathed the blade, and pulled off my sweater and put the chainmail on underneath. It was lighter than I expected. I put my sweater back on and pulled on the overcoat. I tried on the boots and pants, but they were too big. I tried to have the sword at my waist, but would drag on the ground. I hooked the sheath to a belt I found in the wreckage and slung it over my shoulder, so the grip was above my left shoulder. I filled out the application with a pen I found in the box and headed into town. I dropped the letter into a mailbox, hoping that it would somehow reach the school. I found enough money in the overcoat’s pockets to rent a room in a tavern so I did. I hoped that I would hear from the school soon. The sooner, the better, that way I can come back and free Philip…
Jun was the sole heir to the throne of a Kingdom that ruled over an entire continent. Jun was raised to believe that everything the Kingdom did was great, but the truth is that the Kingdom is currently evil. After he learned that the Kingdom was evil, Jun was to be killed. He was thrown off a cliff, but was saved through means that are not clear to him. He suffered amnesia from the fall and doesn't remember his past. He was then raised by a blacksmith, as an apprentice. Skip ahead 10 years. The kingdom attacks Jun's home. The blacksmith stays behind to buy time, and Jun escapes. Jun returns to his home the next day and finds a letter addressed to him, along with an application and gear. Jun fills out the application and sends it to the school.
• Class: Fighter
• Sub-Class: Swordsman
Other Requirements
• Weapon Given: The ‘silver sword’ a sword almost half Jun’s height
Except the blade looks more like silver
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• Notes: The sword is made of a unique metal/element which attune itself to different elements. (This ability is not standard, and I’m still working on the skill trees for both Jun and his sword)
• (Optional) Battle Theme: None
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