PK2 OCs
Introducing 3/4 of my fan characters based on Postknight fandom: Alfawl, Ka'kao, and Kemiri!
Don't mind me using the Wintertide version, got no better references and art to use 😂
First up, Alfawl of Jemsworth, the merrychef/owner/manager of Edelsteen Eatery!
A former traveling chef, Alfawl (Al) has traveled around Kurestal for ten years with his Wyord companion before settling down and building his own restaurant in Hollorim City. A very affectionate and wholesome 38 old man, with extreme lack of sense of danger and bizarre acceptance/open-mindedness to everything. He's not 100% dumb, but he can be so oblivious and airheaded that it's a wonder how he's even alive sometimes.
Al got his scar on his first day of traveling back when he's 18 years old, saved (unintentionally) by a wandering mercenary who found the chef in a bandit hideout deep in the forest.
Next up, Ka'kao! Edelsteen Eatery's staff/server/security guard and Alfawl's bodyguard. The pics above are old concepts about to be revamped (especially the past version outfits). His braids are on the left side and tied with a simple bead (given by Al).
Kao is a tall wyord who was hired by Al after the former broke mercenary saved him. As of present, Kao has remained by Al's side for two decades. A subdued tsundere who has a grumpy face and claimed that he's only staying around because of his contract with the human and totally not because he's so emotionally attached to Al or that he really cared about the stupid human 😂
Gonna add more details once I finished revamping his outfits and references 👀💦
Lastly, Etherite Kemiri! She's Alfawl's niece and an A-rank postknight after completing her deliveries for two years before the start of PK2 timeline. She has two pets, Dango (Pippops) and Mr. Mochi (Sabremew) and mainly stayed in Maille Town (Etherdawn Dorm).
There's another OC, a Lumero Merchant plus Wind Mage carrying the Zephrite Pendant called Caraway.
They're... a two-faced menace. Don't be fooled by Cara's sweet surface appearance, Cara is the type to befriend others only for their own benefits. A youthful, baby-faced, 160 cm short 37 year old merchant with a churrel pet called Quinoa. They hate Alfawl. There's more details in Kurechii Discord, but Caraway (Cara) is basically a mild antagonist in Edelsteen story whose modus operandi operates on psychological attack.
Caraway's design concepts by my older sister @xreevoix
My OCs height comparison (Cara is so tiny, lol)
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Eggo o/ Just a diary entry for my character on the mobile game Postknight 2 developed by Kurechii! I honestly love it and I couldn't stop myself from giving my character a backstory (because of course I would~). Like I said earlier, it's in a diary entry from that I hope to turn into a series to track my babe's development through the course of the game!
Location: Caldemount
Week 11
I’m trying to be more consistent with my entries. I want to keep a diary of all my experiences, to remember how I felt during this time. After the Pompon affair with the cultists, I moved on to Caldemount –home of the nobles. My home. It was strange being back as a visitor instead of living here. There was a sense of danger being around Caldemount, the worry that I’d meet someone I recognized and they’d look down on me.
Since I’ve run away, my parents have withheld any funding. It’s not too bad and I get by on my own money fine enough but it is clearly not anything compared to before. I have 2 pairs of clothes, a shirt and pants and a similar shirt and skirt. That’s it. They aren’t even fancy. Just some plain Postknights clothes I bought when I was a trainee in Maille. I haven’t bought any new clothes since.
That’d make it sound like I’ve been saving money, huh. Nope! I could be. Most innkeepers offer me a reduced price for a room and I’m not really buying too much food besides for my pets (I don’t think I’ve talked about my cutie pippops! They’re adorable <3). So what am I spending money on? A r m o u r
I have a problem that became increasingly clear after I found myself stalking outside Merchant Carle’s shop in Pompon to get my hands on a Volcan shield to complete my Volcan set. I even dared step foot in the cave (which I hate) just to see if I could find some legendary armor. For the record, I did not. I did, however, end up buying Ruxus rations for no real reason. Since I couldn’t find armour, I comforted myself by buying random things! That’s not good. I’ve never had to really manage money before but even I could tell that impulse shopping is not good.
At least my lust for armour drives me to make more money by deliveries and patrols. Just… I think I can manage it for now. Once I start obsessing over upgrading and collecting armour that’s when I’ll really be a tight bind. I hadn’t noticed before, but those are expensive. Definitely not something I can do regularly on a Postknight salary.
Aside from making me realize my armor-collection obsession, Caldemount was a rather nice place! The lower classes weren’t as distant as I’d grown up thinking of them. Silas, the town’s alchemist, was a flirt who seemed to never run out of sweet words to say (don’t take them to heart, though, the man’s passionately married with a kid he adores!). Dahlia, Rosavern’s new innkeeper, is a bold lady who is amazing to be around.
Seeing the Rosavern brought some nostalgia. Vaguely, I remembered the Old Man Rosavern, Dahlia’s father, and wondered when he’d passed the Rosavern along. I never paid much attention to small things like this before. I thought as long as I had access to Rose Wine Steak, it didn’t really matter who was manning the inns. But speaking to Dahlia, it must have meant alot to her when she’d been entrusted with her father’s pride and joy. I wish I’d known the Rosaverns sooner, maybe I could have celebrated with them. If I’d cared more, cared to know more, maybe we could have been friends.
And know her patrons! Especially Xander~ I’ve only met him twice, both unintentionally. He’d left his experimental kit at the Rosavern where he was staying while gathering some materials for the scholar he was apprenticed under. Dahlia asked me to return it to him before he was too far out to turn back.
He was cute. Blue and pink hair. In uniform. Forgetful but so perceptive. I wanted to know him better instantly. But he didn’t seem to feel the same. I got a name, of course, Xander, but all he wanted was his kit. Our interaction was brief and ended with a thanks –not even a posting address or anything. I’d honestly thought I’d blown it completely! I like to think I can be sauve when I need it but, Eolin’s bells, I’d completely failed when I needed it the most.
While all this was going on, I had a letter to deliver to the Princess. An official request for aid from Caldemount to Pompon. I would have delivered it earlier had Osric agreed to take it. That’s right, I spoke with the Royal Guardmaster Osric. He’s a bit rough around the edges towards us Postknights, but I can understand that much. As guardmaster the safety and protection of the Royal family and Caldemount rests squarely on his shoulders. An organization as large and independent as the Postknights who deliver items to anyone regardless of affiliation or cause is a day plain danger.
I’ve met him once before this but I can’t remember why…. Either way, I’ve looked up the strict and strong Osric for a long time. To think I’d actually talk to him in my life and as a Postknight no less was a wild dream for me. And, true to his personality and reputation, he didn’t let me hand off the letter to him but rather go through proper procedure. What a thorough man!
I had to wait about 5 days for my audience with the princess (which is lucky! I’ve heard it can take weeks…) I suppose being a Postknight and knowing the Royal Advisor has its perks~ Everything was sent to go right. Just needed to hand off a letter. Guardmaster Osric was present, of course!, and there were a couple of other people. Including a Postknight looking a little sour.
Just when I was about to hand over the knightmail, that Postknight rushed to stuff a knightmail into her hand which opened to reveal a bomb inside that went off almost immediately. Osric leaped into action (like the knight he is~) and the Princess fled. Nobody was hurt, thankfully, but now the Postknights had a real problem of our own. The terrorist was clearly in Postknight gear using knightmail which is exclusive to the Postknights. Evidence, as it is, could not be more damning in pointing out Postknights as clearly the culprit –a dangerous organization.
How are we supposed to clear our name when everything is pointing at us? I can’t even begin to imagine what my family would say! Just imagine it: I, second son of a knight family, was caught up in treason shortly after parting ways with my family. It sounds like I was planning it. It sounds like my family was aware. Whoever this terrorist is… I’ll make him regret making such a bold move. I’ve got a name to clear.
Vengefully Signed,
Gionachi V.
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