Characters

Hence the Fortres · #1 10-13-2011, 08:53 PM

This is the thread for character creation. Post links to sheets here and ask questions.

Hence the Fortres · #2 10-13-2011, 09:02 PM

You'll notice we don't have a controller. This is mostly because one of the controller apps wasn't complete last I checked, and the other may have been a little too off the wall.

Controller is the one role a party can be safe without, so I'm not concerned. And depending on the builds, other characters may be able to pick up the controller slack.

Hence the Fortres · #3 10-13-2011, 09:39 PM

You can use any of the standard arrays or the 20 pt buy system to generate ability scores.

NCSamurai · #4 10-13-2011, 09:58 PM

Name: Lt. Col. Vallo Sabedoria
Race: Githyanki
Class: Artificer
Paragon Path: Spell Commander

Home Plane: Futuristic and wealthy, the galaxy itself is nameless. The realm is ablaze with war between the Githzerai and the Githyanki, arcane power being used as fuel for massive armadas of warships.

Population in the trillions: 35% Githzerai Federation of WorldsGithzerai, 28% The Githyanki Universal AllianceGithyanki, 15% Human, 12% Elf 10% Dragonborn
The Gith races are heavily dominant, being the founders of most of the tech used in the realm, Githzerai responsible for weapon advancements, Githyanki for the ships.
Dragonborn have been nearly wiped out after attempting to rise against the Githzerai. As the dragonborn were allies of the Githyanki, the fleet's retaliation was swift, merciless, and the beginning of a three century conflict.
There are no gods, divine power does not exist. Psionics are found in both Gith races, but very rarely, and more rarely in the Githyanki.
Arcane Power is king. Artificers, swordmages, and sorcerers lead battles, and their spells fire from the cannons of the battlecruisers and the barrels of the rifles.
The Githzerai home world is called Savistra, while the Githyanki's is called Ferral. Both are massive in size, making our Jupiter seem like a miniscule moon. The majority of the galaxy's population lives either on one of these two planets, or one of the hundreds of smaller (1/3000 scale, give or take) planets in the surrounding orbit.
Githyanki and Githzerai refer to each other in slurs, with the former calling the latter "Zeds" and the latter calling the former "Yanks".

Equipment: Vallo carries an arcane energy rifle, which he charges with magical energy to fire at opponent or comrade, depending on the spell. Hence, on my sheet I'm carrying a superior crossbow. It's a 1d10 crossbow with no special properties (other than magic item effects). For sake of reskinning, I'll be RP'ing that the ammo will be "charges" of magical energy that is limited in Vallo's body. The only issue I see is me purchasing ammo in low-fantasy realms. If you'd like to add anything to that (brutal, high crit, whatever you think would add to a future magician with a pulse rifle, I did take a feat for proficiency in it.

) I leave that up to you.

Appearance: Tall and green skinned, the Githyanki resemble what some might refer to as "reptilian elves". Vallo has sharp ears and an upturned nose, his eyes are deep-set and striking. His head, neck and back are implanted with wires, each pulsating with arcane power. The wires lead down his right arm, and interface with the trigger of his weapon.

Personality: Serious and sometimes brash, Vallo also has a sense of humor and camaraderie. He's a focused man, give him a task and he's off to do it, be damned if you're in his way. He's somewhat of an outcast in his clan, his argumentative manner and problem with authority prominent during his military life.

Background: Vallo grew in the training and service of the Githyanki Assault CruiserGAC Jabitha, a powerful warship commanded by the Sabedoria clan. Vallo filled many roles in his time with the Jabitha, training as a gunner, a pilot, and one of the best ground commanders the ship had ever seen. His father, Meluse, was the captain of the ship, and they were feared by the entire Githzerai high command. At present time, the Jabitha and her crew are hiding in the tail of a comet, orbiting a small world called Melchom. On Melchom hides a Githzerai deserter of some repute. He had been recaptured by a small cadre of renowned Githzerai soldiers, and Vallo has been ordered to extract him, so that their interrogators could find out what he had that the githzerai had sent 18 of their best units to recapture one man. A pod breaks off from the Jabitha, headed for Melchom and carrying seven men...

RP Sample:

The Melchom Incident
"What's it going to be then?"

Vallo opened his eyes, Redix was looking at him with interest, twirling his knife in his hand and smiling. "Did you hear me, Lieutenant Colonel? I said what's it going to be? We sneakin' in all quiet-like, or we blasting the whole damn building down?"

The others in the pod laughed softly, but it was a sham. The mood was tense. Regrettable moments had occurred with these pods, jets failing and such. Nothing was worse then watching your friends slam into the ground at terminal velocity, while the enemy watched and scratched their heads.

"Well Redix, It's going to be like this. I'm going to walk right up to the front door and ask for the prisoner, and if they give him to us, we're going to get in the pod and go back to the ship and have lunch."

The crew laughed again, but this time there was a note of confusion. Redix smiled. He'd worked with Vallo before, and he was a bit eccentric. One of the privates spoke up

"Pardon me, sir. But I believe that plan is.... I mean-- What I'm trying to say is--"

"Private. Let me ask you a question. Do you actually think they will just give him to us?"

"No, sir."

And why not?

He looked confused." Because we're at war, sir! Even if they could just hand him over, the filthy Zeds would be glad to waste us!"

"But would they? Vallo sat up and snatched Redix's knife, deftly spinning it on his own hand. You see, private, currently surrounding this planet we have four GAC's, three Light Battlecruisers and eight squadrons of Vipers armed and loaded for bear."

The young Githyanki was perplexed, and he shook his head in disbelief. "But sir....it's just the Jabitha up there."

Vallo nodded and grinned. Handing Redix his knife, he pointed to the red X on the map in front of them. But they don't know that, do they? You see, they are out here completely alone. Eighteen against the world. They will no doubt have a distress beacon, but what will that bring, a small fleet on a skeleton crew? We're in the middle of nowhere, Sergeant. If they believe we've got an armada out here, they'll hand him over and drop their weapons faster than you can say "we're doomed".

Redix was laughing and nodding before Vallo even finished. The privates were looking on in fascination. Vallo and Redix were both respected members of the ship's crew, and the only officers aboard. There was a soft thump, and they were on the ground. As the door opened, Vallo had a thought. One that through the rest of his life, he never forgot. "When this is over, I'm going for Captain. enough with the ground work, I'm keeping to the stars."

They were fifty yards from the pod in a bush filled grassland when lightning struck the private next to him, and he fell to the ground smoking. Vallo's blood ran cold. "They knew we were coming! How could they possibly have known?"

"Ambush, men! Back to the ship!" He unslung his rifle and watched as they poured from the bushes. He took aim and pulled the trigger, fire licking from the barrel and engulfing the nearest soldier. Redix passed him and Vallo reached out, infusing the Sergeant's armor with magical threads. Redix was dancing in and out of attackers, his blades felling them one by one. Vallo watched as another two privates fell. He turned to run for the ship and saw that it was crushed beyond recognition, a pair of githzerai psions telepathically destroying the metal. He cursed to himself and turned to face his enemies.

As the last private died next to him, he fired another shot, but this one disappeared in flight and flew from Redix's armor, his pre-placed magic still in effect. It was just himself and Redix alive now, and the zeds had pulled back, circling them and aiming their weapons. The two githyanki were back to back, deciding on their next move, when a githzerai in heavy combat armor appeared. He looked at them and spat. "Lower your weapons."

Vallo aimed at the newcomer, grinning with menace."And if I refuse?"

The man showed no emotion. "Then we shoot you in both kneecaps and kill Redix Valkos. We're taking you alive, Sabedoria. However I must note that there's no rule how many limbs I have to leave on when I bring you to my commanders, and no specifics whether I have to let him live."

Vallo shook his head in disgust. When the attack came, he had hit his beacon, but the one telling them to leave the system, not send rescue. "An informant on our ship. I'm happy I sent the Jabitha away, but not with a snake on board. Drop your blade, Redix. There is no deserter. Never was. We've been had." He tossed his rifle down and glared at the head githzerai, eyebrow raised in impatience.

Two soldiers approached and slipped their hands into cuffs. Leading them up the ramp of a ship that uncloaked as they got near, the officer turned and faced them. "Vallo Sabedoria and Redix Valkos. You are under arrest for crimes against the Githzerai Federation of Worlds, including up to 12,800 counts of murder. Have you any comments?

Redix and Vallo were shaking their heads. Vallo muttered, "That's not right at all."

The officer replied, "Do you wish to dispute these charges?"

Vallo looked him in the eye and smiled. "No, it's just.. I know for a fact that we've killed more than 18,000 of you worm-ridden bastards."

The armored man showed emotion for the first time, his jaw clenching in anger at this comment and Redix's corresponding laughter. "Get them on the ship, and if they say another word, kill them." They wer lead into the cargo hold and chained. The officer was nearly gone when he tuned and looked at Vallo. "You're a hell of a bargaining chip, my boy. But I want you to know one thing: When they give the order to kill you? I'll do it myself. He turned to the guard and barked an order. "Solitary for both of them when they get to Savistra. I want them to live in silence for the rest of their short, painful lives."

After he left, Vallo nodded off. He couldn't quite place it, but there was a feeling that something was about to happen. He slept well on the journey, considering he was a man with an approaching death sentence, and he was strangely unconcerned about the githzerai prison, the trial for war crimes, and whatever else lie in his uncertain future. Drifting off to sleep that first night, he smiled inside.

A fine mess he'd gotten caught in this time. A fine mess, indeed.

tiluvias99 · #5 10-13-2011, 10:51 PM

Name: Irvine
Race: Drow
Class: Ranger
Paragon Path: Darkstrider [MP2]
Equipment: Sniper Rifle

Appearance:
The genetics of the Drow have been strictly maintained for millennia, and Irvine's body and face are very similar to his ancestors who lived before. His skin is a dark purple, almost black, covering a lean and muscular body, and his hair is platinum white. His clothing, however, reflects both Drow and human cultures, favoring tans and browns, including a heavy overcoat, light pants, a tunic, and a variety of belts and pockets for a variety of purposes. Slung across his back is an exquisite and expensive rifle, including many magical and mundane modifications of his own, signaling his impressive skill.

Personality:
Irvine is generally light hearted and easy going, very rarely getting upset. Even in the middle of a firefight he maintains an almost perpetual calm, generally with a smile on his face- a sharpshooter, after all, cannot get too excited. Considering that, he is similarly easy-going about the taking of life, or rather, any life except his own. He is quick to make a joke, even in the most dangerous of situations, looking down upon those who take things too seriously, and almost always prefers to make things easier on himself.

Home Plane:

RP Example:

Irvine rested in absolute stillness, watching his target through the eye of his scope: A human this time. While he rarely turned down a job, he had a certain distaste for the killing of his own kind, and was glad to accommodate that preference. While in some lines of work the reason behind a kill was kept secret, for nefarious reasons or not, this was a simple bounty; a man whom the law of the land had decided was worth just as much dead as alive after his crimes.

Irvine watched a bit longer; the were two others beside his main target, presumably the accomplices the bounty had discussed. They had prices too, but it would be difficult to get all three before they could get to him. Still need to fork over the cash for that silencer, he thought. That would have helped.

Putting the issue behind him, he refocused, lining up his crosshairs with the main man's head. Aaaanndd… check. The sound he himself heard was muted, his ears trained to deaden the sound of his own gunshots by his trigger pull, but through the scope the man's head exploded satisfyingly. Irvine didn't blink as he reloaded. He moved slightly to the left; the first accomplice was running toward him, sword in hand, moving too erratically for a headshot- damn. His center of mass shot took the man in his side; the man spun and fell, but got up and kept running at him- the second was much closer. Jumping to his feet, Irvine started walking backwards, reloading; he was too close, but he couldn't miss. Ten feet away Irvine sent a bullet through the man's chest.

The first was on him- Irvine didn't have time to reload. Regardless of his wound, the man swung his blade with adrenaline fueled speed, and Irvine barely managed to sidestep it, losing a bit of his clothing in the process. Now. The world around them exploded in darkness, blotting out the sun, and Irvine heard his target gasp in surprise- though he saw him gasp as well. The man spun, swinging blindly in the enveloping cloud of black, and Irvine calmly stepped back and reloaded; aimed. Gotcha.

As the haze dissipated, Irvine had already reloaded once more, and slung his rifle back over his shoulder. He looked down at the slice in his clothing on his arm, there was blood; a lot of it based on how quickly it was spreading through his shirt. He laughed. "Shirt first, silencer second I guess. There's always something."

AximusLokar · #6 10-13-2011, 11:10 PM

Name: Seven, formerly Jozin Karadon
Character Sheet: link
Race: Revenant(Human)
Class: Assassin(Bleak)
Paragon Path: Soul Thief
Equipment:

Home Plane/Home Time Period: Faerun - Zombie Apocalypse
Physical Description: Seven stands fairly tall at an even 6 feet, though the imposing frame he once possessed has withered away. His hair, kept short and orderly in life, has grown to over a foot in length and lost all color. Oddly it grows no longer than this, and attempts to trim it are futile as it returns to it's preferred length within a few days time. His skin and eyes also bear the mark of his Return, both fading to a pale white.

Brief Background:

I had a life once.
My name was Jozin Karadon. I was a guard in the Sehid city militia, a favorite to succeed the current guard captain upon retirement, and content in my service to the Morninglord. I had a wife, Shia, and a son, Grem. I had a life. That was nearly three hundred years ago.

There isnt alot of precedent for what I am now, though Ive certainly heard enough names for it. Half-dead by those trying to be polite, rotwalker by those that arent. I prefer the term a wandering priest used. 'Revenant', one who has returned from a long journey. All I know is one day I had a family, a job, and a pulse; and then I didnt. I can remember my life up until a few days before the records say I dissappeared. And that's all the records say. 14th of Frostmoon, Jozin Karadon MIA and presumed dead. Well they sure nailed that last part.

A few hundred years later I wake up in the shade of a dune about a mile into the desert with a sore shoulder and a headache that might have killed me had it gotten there first. Everything felt slightly off as I walked back to town. How had I gotten there? Why was my uniform torn apart? It only got stranger as I got closer. When the wall came into view the guards on duty began milling about and calling to others. Had I been gone long enough to cause this kind of commotion? As I got closer I noticed a unit exiting the gate heading directly towards me. This was getting rediculous. I was raising my hand to hail them when they fanned out and surrounded me, pikes leveled. Someone yells something at me. The words no longer matter, but he's angry. I start to speak, to question them pointing weapons at thier second-in-command, but my throat is dry and Ive swallowed more than a little sand on the walk back. It comes out as a choking gurgle.

Looking back on it now, I dont blame them for how they reacted. If it had been me holding the weapon, I wouldnt have waited for the gurgle. They charged, weapons leading. The quality of soldier had certainly declined since my day. I managed to convince them it was in thier best interest to reconsider thier tactics...by knocking a few on thier asses. After that they fell back and we had a calm and rational discussion. By which I mean they called for back-up and I got knocked out.

When I woke up for the second time that day I was chained to the wall of a cell and my headache had grown worse. After a while a soldier I didnt recognize comes in. Identifies himself as Lieutenant Faraday, second-in-command of the Sehid Guard, and demanding to know who I am. So I tell him. Lieutenant Karadon, second-in-command of the Sehid Guard. Kinda funny when you think about it. Neither of us laugh. Priests prod and poke me for about a week, a few mages spout thier gibberish and throw thier powders, and finally it's the accountant that figures it out. 14th of Frostmoon, Jozin Karadon MIA and presumed dead. For three hundred years. I...didnt take the news well.

But life, such as it is, goes on. I dont know how I got here or what Im supposed to be doing with my life, but that's not so different from most people. I even got my old job with the guard back. They couldnt legaly give me my name or property back, so I pretty much live in the barracks. The new recruits have taken to calling me 'Bunk Seven', or Seven for short. The ones that'll talk to me, that is. Not that I blame them. Ever since I came back I can barely feel the divine light that once guided my life. But I can certainly feel the shadows...

Seven tracks down Faraday and beats him half to death, but cant bring himself to kill him. He leaves a few distinctive scars as a reminder though. Afterward Seven leaves the town to travel and find a place where he can belong. As time goes on he hears news of more and more like himself, mostly at the head of undead hordes ravaging the countryside. Before long every city he travels to is either at the mercy of the dead and their half-living generals or has become a heavily fortified, and extremely paranoid, stronghold.

At first he's suspected of being yet another Revenant General, but over time as he frees cities from them he becomes known as a possible savior from the End of Days. This also makes him a target of the Revenant Generals. He confronts them from time to time, and learns of a common point of origin. Near his old home, in the direction he awoke.

Ten years after he left he returns to find the city demolished. There are survivors however, who evade the undead roaming the land under the direction of their leader. The girl that Seven rescued from the inn. Together they strike into the heart of the undead lands and find the source, a lunatic imbued with a shard of Orcus's power that discovered the secret to creating loyal Revenants and binding armies of undead warriors to their service. They learn that Seven was one of the first attempts, but that he was unable to completely remove the influence of the soul to bend the resulting creature's will to Orcus's service. His new Revenants rise amoral and devoted to their lord, Orcus.

With the girl's help Seven defeats the lunatic, but not before he infects the girl with the disease he used to create the Revenant Generals. Not wanting to rise as a soulless monster, she begs Seven to destroy her body so that nothing can Return. Reluctantly he does so. Because of the loss of a body at the moment of turning and her deep connection to Seven the girl's soul does not pass on and instead stays by Seven's side, though only he can see her. She is the source of his Soul Thief powers.

Roleplay Sample:

Kyojin · #7 10-14-2011, 04:06 PM

Name: Albrek Port
Race: Human, though stat wise Shadar-kai states and abilities
Class: Hybrid Swordmage and Warlock
Paragon Path: Feytouched
Equipment: Nothing crazy, anything that helps with teleportation or concealment.
Home Plane/Home Time Period: Originally from a distance future earth, but most recent home would be the Shadowfell.

Sheet

Jihad Jack · #8 10-14-2011, 05:13 PM

Attached is my character sheet and rules.

NCSamurai · #9 10-16-2011, 03:45 PM

New sheet with more healing. FINAL.