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Character Name: Capell
Source: Infinite Undiscovery wiki spoiler warning!
Age: 17
Canon:And if you believe they put a man on the moon, then you'll love this one: To harness its holy power, one day the Order of Chains shoots for the moon and -- in defiance of all things good and rational -- actually ensnares it, shackling it to the Earth. This bad moon may be falling now instead of rising, but the monster infestations and natural disasters it brings are trouble enough. As the people's spirit begins to wane, a young man called Sigmund the Liberator rises to the challenge and -- along with his loyal band of lunatics -- takes up the noble cause of breaking the quite literal chains of their oppression.
Capell is the weakest link in Sigmund's chain gang, a hesitant, naive young man who'd rather play his flute than wield a sword. Where Sigmund is brave, commanding and imposing, Capell is a dorky, apologetic coward. This contrast is unfortunate for Capell, because he looks exactly like Sigmund and is constantly being mistaken for him. Having grown up alone, Capell isn't very good at talking to people -- a little clueless and too straightforward -- but he latches onto anyone who shows him a little kindness. Capell may lack Sigmund's charisma and magnetism, but the physical appearance is enough to get him into all sorts of trouble; longsuffering and danger-avoiding though he is, Capell's still a good kid -- and as such is always being suckered into things in Sigmund's name, from mundane fetch-quests to death-defying rescues.
Note: Capell navigates several light-based dungeon puzzles in the game, usually with the aid of extremely obvious clues displayed on nearby walls.
Sample Post:
You know, when you two said you wanted me to accompany you back to your village, this isn't exactly what I pictured. I thought you meant maybe a little musical accompaniment, not protection! I don't really like fighting -- don't you think it's foolish, getting hurt all the time? Anyway we're not going to get anywhere if you keep stopping to yell "red light" at me -- I don't see any lights in this swamp, let alone red or green ones. I didn't mean to get us so lost -- I guess I must have really missed the writing on the wall with this one, sorry.
For now, do you want to rest? You both look terrible. I'll play you a song on my flute, if that'd make you feel better. I write all my own songs and I'm getting pretty good! Ah, sorry -- they say a true flautist never flauts -- er, flaunts -- his skill. Here, this song is called "The Lumbering Fleshheap", and-- H-hey! Wait, give that ba-- don't throw it in the-- I need that! You know, maybe you didn't like the name, but you really ought to be nicer about other people's things. How can I be a traveling minstrel without my flute? Er, you want me to...'blow your meat flute', instead? Um, usually, a flute isn't made out of meat, right? I'm no craftsman or anything, but somehow, I think you might be doing it wrong. Ah! No, okay, I'm sorry -- I didn't mean there was anything wrong with it. I'm sure it performs just fine.
In any case, I guess we'll just have to be tuneless, since--Oh, you're both well-equipped? In that case, the two of you could try a duet! Ow! Hey! I said "duet", not "do it", why are you mad? Listen, if you're too shy to perform for an audience, I can do it for you, how's that? It's not as good as metal or bone, but if he's got wood, I'd be happy to play with it. W-wow, hey...you're really excited about this! Lately, it's been kinda hard to find someone who likes to watch; I could stand on the street corner for hours and barely make any money at all, some days. So!...Any requests? ..."Lie back and think of Sigmund"? Well, I don't think I know that one, but if you hum a few bars, I'm sure I can fake it!
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Source: Infinite Undiscovery wiki spoiler warning!
Age: 17
Canon:And if you believe they put a man on the moon, then you'll love this one: To harness its holy power, one day the Order of Chains shoots for the moon and -- in defiance of all things good and rational -- actually ensnares it, shackling it to the Earth. This bad moon may be falling now instead of rising, but the monster infestations and natural disasters it brings are trouble enough. As the people's spirit begins to wane, a young man called Sigmund the Liberator rises to the challenge and -- along with his loyal band of lunatics -- takes up the noble cause of breaking the quite literal chains of their oppression.
Capell is the weakest link in Sigmund's chain gang, a hesitant, naive young man who'd rather play his flute than wield a sword. Where Sigmund is brave, commanding and imposing, Capell is a dorky, apologetic coward. This contrast is unfortunate for Capell, because he looks exactly like Sigmund and is constantly being mistaken for him. Having grown up alone, Capell isn't very good at talking to people -- a little clueless and too straightforward -- but he latches onto anyone who shows him a little kindness. Capell may lack Sigmund's charisma and magnetism, but the physical appearance is enough to get him into all sorts of trouble; longsuffering and danger-avoiding though he is, Capell's still a good kid -- and as such is always being suckered into things in Sigmund's name, from mundane fetch-quests to death-defying rescues.
Note: Capell navigates several light-based dungeon puzzles in the game, usually with the aid of extremely obvious clues displayed on nearby walls.
Sample Post:
You know, when you two said you wanted me to accompany you back to your village, this isn't exactly what I pictured. I thought you meant maybe a little musical accompaniment, not protection! I don't really like fighting -- don't you think it's foolish, getting hurt all the time? Anyway we're not going to get anywhere if you keep stopping to yell "red light" at me -- I don't see any lights in this swamp, let alone red or green ones. I didn't mean to get us so lost -- I guess I must have really missed the writing on the wall with this one, sorry.
For now, do you want to rest? You both look terrible. I'll play you a song on my flute, if that'd make you feel better. I write all my own songs and I'm getting pretty good! Ah, sorry -- they say a true flautist never flauts -- er, flaunts -- his skill. Here, this song is called "The Lumbering Fleshheap", and-- H-hey! Wait, give that ba-- don't throw it in the-- I need that! You know, maybe you didn't like the name, but you really ought to be nicer about other people's things. How can I be a traveling minstrel without my flute? Er, you want me to...'blow your meat flute', instead? Um, usually, a flute isn't made out of meat, right? I'm no craftsman or anything, but somehow, I think you might be doing it wrong. Ah! No, okay, I'm sorry -- I didn't mean there was anything wrong with it. I'm sure it performs just fine.
In any case, I guess we'll just have to be tuneless, since--Oh, you're both well-equipped? In that case, the two of you could try a duet! Ow! Hey! I said "duet", not "do it", why are you mad? Listen, if you're too shy to perform for an audience, I can do it for you, how's that? It's not as good as metal or bone, but if he's got wood, I'd be happy to play with it. W-wow, hey...you're really excited about this! Lately, it's been kinda hard to find someone who likes to watch; I could stand on the street corner for hours and barely make any money at all, some days. So!...Any requests? ..."Lie back and think of Sigmund"? Well, I don't think I know that one, but if you hum a few bars, I'm sure I can fake it!
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