[Characters] Unsavory Folk

[Dark Necrofear]

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[GleefulNihilism]

Name: Vernistaadt
Age: 117
Race: Tiefling
Exaltation: Vampire

Background: Vernistaadt has had, shall we say, and interesting life. He was born Human, he'll admit that- the product of a female bandit queen and one of her underlings, both more bored then anything they way he tells it. The tiefling status came from stealing the wrong wizard's magic jewels and the nastiness that ensued. The vampirism came after a night of drinking and womanizing on Necrosura, which was admittedly probably not the smartest thing he'd ever done.

The plus side to being a thief among wizards and ancient beings of great mystical power is you get all sorts of cool toys, and a chance to study them. Magitek is something that has really ran away with him, and he has dual pistols to prove it. Now-a-days he works freelance, mostly to troubleshoot things for clients between heists- and he wouldn't have it any other way. Except for the 'no beaches unless at night' thing. Kind of annoying really.

Currently, Vern's status as the 'least wangsty intelligent undead' seems to have earned him a place as First Mate on the Pallas Athena. Whose captain is a worshiper of Slaanesh. A male kobald worshipper of Slaanesh, granted- but it's a start. An eternity of boozing it up and partying down through space? Yes, please.

Characters Strengths: Vern does have some sort of sense of honor, if bizarre at times. When it comes to problems he tends to take an almost engineering approach of 'whatever works'. Has excellent improvisational skills and thinks on his feet very well. He is also good at playing against type, one would think being turned into a Tiefling and then an Undead would sour one's disposition but he seems to be enjoying himself overall.

Personality Flaws That Causes Problems: Vern is very lively for an undead. This causes problems of it's own that normally aren't seen in vampires centuries older, and some that you wouldn't expect at all. The only part of being undead that really seems to have stuck to his personality is the knowledge that he can't father children without magical help, for example- so he can chase skirts with that much more recklessness. He also has authority issues, as he knows he'll outlive any authority figure they throw at him and most governments to boot. Being undead, he supposedly has an instinctual hatred and irrational urge to destroy all life. Supposedly. Maybe he's a little more violent then he should be but that seems to be about it.

Whether these cause problems for him or for the group vary by situation. Socially, Vern is a sucker for pretty faces and taking toward authority figures- even when he shouldn't. Like nuns, or princesses, or throwing jabs at kings and lords, et cetera.

There's also the whole 'undead' thing. He doesn't do well with direct Sunlight for example. And he does light up like a christmas tree with Undead Detection effects.

 

Name: Vernistaadt
Race: Tiefling
XP: 700
Level: 2
Age: 117
Exaltation: Vampire
Campaign: Plane of Jars
Player: GN
Alignment: Slaanesh (In a good Freedom Fighter sort of way)
Faction:

Characteristics:
Intelligence 2
Wisdom 3
Willpower 2
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Strength 2
Dexterity 5
Constitution 3
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Charisma 2
Fellowship 2
Composure 1

Skills
Academic Lore 0
Arcana 0
Common Lore 0
Crafts 3
Forbidden Lore 0
Medicae 0
Perception 3
Politics 0
Tech-Use 0
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Acrobatics 0
Athletics 2
Ballistics 4 [Fast Draw]
Brawl 0
Drive 0
Larceny 3
Pilot 0
Stealth 3
Weaponry 1
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Animal Ken 0
Charm 3
Command 0
Deceive 1
Disguise 0
Intimidation 1
Persuasion 0
Scrutiny 0

Backgrounds
Allies 1 [AI Butler]
Artifact 3 ['The Judge' Necrodermis Sniper Rifle]
Artifact 2 ['Bloody Mary' Necrodermis Hand Cannon]
Backing 0
Contacts 0
Fame 0
Followers 0
Holdings 2 (Donated to the Ship)
Inheritance 0
Mentor 0
Status 0
Wealth 3

Hindrances
Small
Impulsive

Feats
Toreador Clan - +Blood Potency on Craft and Perform
Weapon Proficiency (Ordinary) - +Ballistics when using Ordinary Weapons like Guns
Weapon Focus (Ordinary) - +1k0 when using Ordinary Weapons like Guns
Catfall - Always lands on feet, Halve distance when calculating damage.
Trance - Can go into a deep trance.
Lead Fingers - Can manipulate objects without damaging them with shots.

Power Stat
Blood Potency 1 - 5 Max Vitae, Darkvision, +1k0 to all Perception Checks.

Resource Stat
Vitae 5

Devotion 6

Static Def: 26
Hit Points: 10
Mental Def: 10
Resolve: 3
Speed: 7
Size: 5
Hero Points: 2

Special Abilities
Bloody Minded - Reroll all Damage dice that land on 1.
Old Money - +4 Background Dots
Undead Resilience - Critical Damage can only kill if from an E, X, Silver, or Magical Source. Impact and Rending Damage can not kill.
Sunlight Weakness - Loses 1 HP per round in Sunlight. Critical Damage is all E and goes to the body.
Blood Dependency - Must spend 1 Vitae a day to function. Gains a Bite Attack 1k1 R; Melee: Brawling, gives Fatigue]
Vitae - Can be used to Heal 1 HP, +1k0 to a skill check, Gain a Reaction, Recover Stunned, Recover Dazed.

Class List
Hunter
- [Bonus: +2 Stealth when Still]
Marksman
- [Prereq: Ballistics 3, Stealth 2, Lead Fingers]
- [Chara: INT, WIS, DEX]
- [Skills: Ballistics, Deceive, Disguise, Larceny, Perception, Scrutiny, Stealth, Tech-Use]
- [Feats: Far Shot, Heightened Senses (Sight)*, Skill Focus (Perception)*, Weapon Proficiency (Las), Weapon Specialization (Any), Zen Shooting]
- [Gun Kata: Clay Pigeon, Silent Scope]
- [Bonus: +2 Stealth when Still]

Languages
Abyssal
Trade

Equipment
Package: Water

Special Attacks
Reaching Out - Rifle Shot - Second Accuracy Mastery (2) - +0k1 to Hit (100xp)
Bloody Giblets - Revolver Shot - Fist Damage Improvement, Boom Headshot - +1k0 to Damage, Tearing - (100xp)

XP Spent:
3 Feats (300 XP)
Ballistics 3 to 4 (150 XP)
Stealth 1 to 2 (50 XP)
Larceny 2 to 3 (100 XP)
Gun Kata [Silent Scope] (200 XP)

Catfall (100)
Lead Fingers (100)
Trance (100)
Stealth 2 -> 3 (100)
Gun Kata [Silent Scope] 1 -> 2 (100)
Special Attack: Reaching Out (100)
Special Attack: Bloody Giblets (100)

[Rahzeil]

I'll throw in. Sure.

Name: Juan Steel
Race: Tiefling
Exalted: Chosen of Saint Cuthbert
Class: Sell-Steel / Outcast
Appearance: Juan is thin with wavy bond hair that he keeps cut trim and short in a cut that frames his face and extends halway down his face on one side. Juan has demonic eyes that fluctuate inconsistently between red and orange like fire. Juan tends to wear full tuxedos. Well, he wears them almost exclusively if he isn't in disguise. He also wears sunglasses at all times to disguise his demonic features. Unfortunately, Juan's other deonic tell is less easy to hide. His mouth is full of multiple layers of razor sharp teeth and his tongue is black and parsed. This is unfortunate because Juan is quite the talker, and when he talks his heritage becomes clear. Still, Jaun is a sharp dresser and manages himself as well as he is able. After all, if you are representing a god, the least you can do is look professional.
Background:

Stay cool. Keep it under control. Don't loose control. Don't kill everyone here. Recite the laws. Recite the laws. Recite the laws. Good, eveythings under control. Now kill everyone.

My name is Juan Steel, and I am one badass angel of justice. You don't know me? Relax. You shouldn't. I am nobody to nobodies. Only people who matter know me, and only then when it's too late. You see even good guys need to get their hands dirty, and me? I'm the best. You see people in this world have a whole hell of a lot of flaws, but one worse than the rest. They've convinced themselves that they believe that there's gods. That's gods plural. They don't recognize that there is one true god, and that their misguided beliefs are breaking his heart. That's where I come in. I belong to the one true god. Who is he? He need not be named... but you polytheistic types know him as Cuthbert the saint. That's right. I said polytheistic. I know big words. Oh yeah, not just beautiful but smart too. We have good people on our side, not to mention God in our corner. Regretting the decision to doubt us yet? I know what your thinking: but Juan! A badass like you could rise to the top of a real religion with minimal effort. Why are you wasting your time with some mystery cult. But your wrong! Or at least there's more to it. These other gods that you believe in, the truth is they're not real. Okay yes, I know people have seen them and that they influence the world. But since when does that make you a god? Think about it. If I kill you, I'm influencing the hell out of you but I'm no god. Hell, I'm a far cry from a priest. The real situation is this: world is full of shadows, and sometimes these shades pretend to be what they could only ever really dream of being, the one true god. It should be obvious really. But the world is full of idiots like you who won't accept his love without a little violence. Enter Juan Steel, AKA me. Who am I? I'm the cudgel. It's my job to bust skulls and keep the faith. That's what I do. Don't mess with me. I'm no cleric. I'm pious, but I'm not nice. I am the hand of an angry god with his fingers on the trigger and I will mess you up without a second thought if I think he deems necessary.

Let me tell you a story. This story begins in the foulest pits of the foulest underbelly of the foulest parts of the foulest city in the world. Are you getting the picture yet? This is not a good place. Now this place... let's call it earth. It's full of all of these terrible people like you who spend every day sinning their damn asses off because they aren't afraid of God's wrath. Now there's a little boy who grows up in this... cesspool. Except he isn't a normal little boy. You see despite his rugged good looks, awesome physique, and poetic speech he has a few *minor* physical qualities that distinguish him from the masses. Nothing too serious. Just a couple of red eyes and some razor sharp teeth. You would think that would be easy enough to overlook right? You would be wrong. This kid gets his ass kicked every day. He prays to every god he can think of but nothing happens. You see if only he knew about the one true god he would have been fine, but with so many names floating around in his head it's hard to know where to send the prayers and they get lost. So he does his best to grin and bear the ass kickings and the ugly words and the general not-nice-ness.

Eventually he gives up on religion. What the hell is the point of asking help from the gods that clearly want nothing to do with us? He becomes distant. Sour. He learns to hide his natural features behind guises and learns to pretend to be human even though he should never need to hide his features. They are endearing! He doesn't need a god to tell him that the world is full of disgusting levels of evil. It's just a matter of finding a way to deal with it. He does his best to hide and just get by, but occasionally he sees things that are particularly nasty, things that are hard to ignore. And these things only get harder. One day he's in a bar trying to enjoy a cigarette and waste the night away when he witnesses... well, let's call it the prelude to a gangbang. A few guys chastising a girl in ways that aren't exactly friendly. Now this is hardly the first time this guy has seen things like this and he's always been able to let things go before. But this time something snaps and he just says "Ah to hell with it". Two shots fired. Two bodies hit the floor. The thing is, this guy had never been that great a shot. Something was different here. This time it was like some otherworldly force was guarding his bullets. And he felt all of this. An he knew what it was that was guiding his bullets. For the first time in his life he had found god. The real god. The one true god. And damn, I'm not sure if it was the violence or the rightness but it felt good. So he did it again. And again. And he never stopped doing it. Do you get it now? I'm cleansing the entire world of pigs and bringing it back to God. This is a purge. Nobody is safe. I am a danger to everyone. So stay on my good side, or take a barrel load of divine justice, ya dig?
Name one of your characters strengths: Self-Righteousness. Juan has absolute confidence and conviction in himself. He is the scion of the one true god and because of this he cannot be wrong. Any decision he makes is vicariously the will of the one true god and as such he can make decisions on a dime without much thought based purely on what he feels is right. Juan is nearly impossible to shake away mentally and mind games simply do not work on him.
Name one personality flaw that would create problems for your character: Bloodrage. Though he likes to think of himself as the living avatar of God's true justice, there is no escaping the fact that Juan has a dark side. When he gets violent, he gets really violent. The sight of the pain of those he deems unworthy tends to spur him on to deeper and darker levels. It's more or less impossible to stop him once he gets going, and if he ends up standing in a puddle where a man used to be, it wouldn't be the first time.
Name one personality flaw that would create problems for the group: Monotheism. Juan doesn't deal kindly with members of other religions. In fact see the above. He tends to go berserk, in the most highly efficient way possible. His will is to systematically dissolve other religions and the faster the better. He belongs to a cult that exists for the sake of establishing a single god. He doesn't play nice.

[cruelcynic]

 

CHARACTERISTICS Name:Teilden Oasri Race:Human XP: 0/700 Age:25 Exaltation:Atlantean Campaign:Plain of jars class:aspirant[lvl 2] Player: Cruelcynic Alignment: Slaanesh Faction: CHARACTERISTICS Power| Intelligence 2 Strength 1 Charisma 5(Eloquent Speaker) Finesse| Wisdom 2 Dexterity 2 Fellowship 2 Resistance| Willpower 3 Constitution 2 Composure 3

Skills Mental Academic Lore 3 Arcana 3 Common Lore 1 Crafts Forbidden Lore 1 Medicae 1 Perception 1 Politics Tech-Use Physical Acrobatics Athletics Ballistics 3 Brawl Drive Larceny Pilot 1 Stealth Weaponry Social Animal Ken Charm Command Deceive Disguise Intimidation Performer Persuasion 3 Scrutiny 3

Backgrounds artifact 2, artifact 1, artifact 2,Inheritance 1,Wealth 1

Feats Implement Focus (p.125) Spell Might (p.127) Tested (p.128) Night Caste (p.135) Foresight (p.123) Eidetic Memory (p.123) Weapon Prof (Ordinary)(p.129) Spell Focus (evocation:free raise) Improvisational Magic Strong Minded Wizard Tradition (storm walker p.129)

Other Traits Power Stat:Gnosis 1 Resource Stat:Motes 9/9 Devotion:6 Static Def:14 Hit Points: 10 Mental Def:20 Resolve:6 Speed:3 Size:4 Hero Points:2 Evocation 2 Conjuration 2

Weapon Autogun Type: Basic Damage:2k2 i Pen:0 ROF:s/10 Clip:30 Range:90m

Armor Hearthstone Bracers [2 All]

Special Abilities Prestidigitation (p.56) +2 to all Focus Power tests

Class List Apprentice (p.90)

Languages Trade, Human, Syrneth

Hindrances Loco,reckless (must keep exploded magic role dice)

Spells and Special Attacks Invisible Servant (P.158) Magic Missile (p.164) Energy Ray (p.164)

Equipment Hearthstone Bracers(p.229) Collar of Dawn's Cleansing Light (p.229) Bag of Holding (p.230) Implement (Ring with Syrneth runes) VOID(Knife, Magnoculars, voidsuit, charm, sunglasses, Classy outfit, Autogun) AKHERON (Pet female cat anthro)

Name: Teilden Oasri
Age: 25
Race: Human
Exaltation: Atlantean

Background:

 

Teilden Oasri was born into a family of moderate means. His brother Eldgrim was born just two years later. Life was happy and simple. Their father Cyrus was a crewman working the trade lanes. At least that is what he told his wife. Cyrus actually worked with a smuggling crew.

As Teilden and Eldgrim started turning into young men, magical abilities started to manifest in them both. While Eldgrim had to really focus to manage anything, Teilden was able to manifest simple tricks with ease. When his soup grew cold he could heat by simply willing it for example. When Teilden turned sixteen Cyrus sent the pair to train with Vestein Jademark, a local sanctioned Psyker that often took on students.

On the first day of training Vestein engaged the two in combat simultaneously. While the two did their best, the old mans power was simply too much for them. They were physically beaten badly. Their master had broken their wills and they were ready to learn once healed.

The two brothers spent the next few years learning the fundamental principles of the warp and how to manipulate the energies for their own purposes safely. When they were competent enough to use their abilities unsupervised, Vestein sent them out to explore the wheel. They needed life experience to go with their book education. Using their father's contacts joining a smuggler ship was a simple process. The next few years flew by in a flurry of adventure and exploration. They did not return until summoned by Vestein.

When they returned Vestein prepared them for the next step in their training. With nothing but the clothes on their back Vestein dragged them to the umbra and left them to find their own way back. Unable to force their way back through the vail Teilden and Eldgrim explored their surroundings. As they moved through the inky webbing reflection of their world Teilden began hearing whispering. It startled him at first. He repeatedly questioned Eldgrim as to whether he heard something or not with a negative reply every time. Teilden followed the voice leading them to a bleak, dark pit.

As Eldgrim walked to the edge and peered down, time seemed to freeze for Teilden. The voice that was previously a whisper was now loud and clear in his mind. The voice spoke of many things. Including the despair of being forever lost to the umbra and the path of true power all great psykers must take. In the end the entity offered a simple exchange. Eldgrim's life for power. He would have to sacrifice that which he loves most or be doomed to the painful death of having his soul consumed by one of the many creatures roaming the umbra.

As the battle to make a decision ragged in Teilden's mind, time continued. With Eldgrim leaning over the edge Teilden walked over and violently shoved his brother over the edge. As Eldgrim fell screaming, the bottom of the pit moved. A gaping toothy maw opened in time to swallow Eldgrim whole. Teilden stood in shock tears running down his face. He turned and ran wanting nothing more than to be out of that forsaken hell hole. With a sudden shock Teilden passed into his reality gasping for breathe.

He was back in Vestein's training hall. His old teacher walked up to him without a word being spoken. He looked into Teilden's eyes as if he could see into his very soul. "Perhaps you will make a good Psyker yet." With no further questioning he sent Teilden back into the world, his training complete.

Teilden got back to life. He got out of the smuggling large goods game and moved to being a courier. He often found himself turning to reply to what he could have sworn was his brother calling out to him. One day as he is moving through the alleys to deliver a package he is stopped by an Ork with a nasty looking axe. "Hand over da bag if ya don't wanna be stomped ta gooey bits." It crudely demanded. Before Teilden could decide on a reply the visage of Eldgrim walked out from behind the ork. "What the hell is this ****?! You are supposed to be dead." Teilden's eyes twitched as he spoke. The ork looked around a moment. "Whatcha talkin bout fool. I no dead. Stop bein funny and hand over da bag." Eldgrim looked at the ork and back to Teilden. "Come on big bro. You didn't kill me to take crap from some snot eater did you? Grow a pair and nuke this monster." Eldgrim walked away disappearing around a corner. Uncontrollable rage started boiling in Teilden's head. As Teilden begins moving his hands in the gestures of his spell a quick breeze runs through the alley clearing it of small debris. The people depicted in the numerous posters for some local show start crying blood. The Ork is so distracted by the commotion he does not even notice the burning golden aura erupting around Teilden. With a sudden forward shove of Teilden's hands a burst of warp energy erupts outward. The energy slams into the Ork causing an explosion that shakes the alley. When the smoke clears a gruesome mess and scorched walls is all that remains. A bit jittery but otherwise back to normal, Teilden continued on his way.

The next five years saw Teilden grow as a Psyker while becoming colder as a person. While his capacity to actually feel emotion seems to have been diminished, his skill in faking it has improved. Teilden is competent in pretending to have empathy or what ever else he needs when negotiating with clients or targets. Conversations with his brother have become more and more common. He now seems to be around most of Teilden's waking hours. Since his time in the umbra when Teilden sleeps he sees visions of places he has never been and things he has never seen. Yet they always seem so familiar. His visions have led him to some small artifacts over the years and he has grown to trust in them. Even the ornate metalwork on his clothes are alien in origin. Trinkets he has found while delving into lost ruins. Now he travels the wheel seeking out power, fortune and whatever may bring back the feeling of lost happiness.

Name one of your characters strengths: A willingness to sacrifice anything to meet his goals. After killing his brother nothing is forbidden and no one is above execution in his eyes.
Name one personality flaw that would create problems for your character: Insanity. Hallucinations of his brother haunt him and sometimes drive him forward or into further trouble.
Name one personality flaw that would create problems for the group: He is willing to push his spells to kill an enemy. The odds of opening a warp rift and fubaring everyone goes up dramatically that way. Wherever he goes a trail of physic phenomena and warp storms follow.

[Blackguard]

Name: Godfried D'Scale

Race: Kobold

Exalted: Paragon

Background:Born Tzerk Dzz'arth, the 50th child in his family. As most kobold families, he spent his early years underground, digging tunnels. However, he always dreamed about more. About what lay outside the sphere, in the Great wheel. He was never satisfied with his lot. Occasionally, he would manage to smuggle a small gem he'd find during his work, for future use.

As he grew, Tzerk realized he was different. Smarter, faster, better then his peers. He knew he was destined for more then mining away under the earth. There were many arguments between him and the elders of his clan over his desire to leave. Finally, he had enough. Deciding that he was wasting his life, he grabbed his supply of gems. Sneaking out of the tunnels, he sold them for passage on a Spelljammer. With a new name, Godfried D'scale, he began his new life.

He worked his way across the Wheel, traveling from sphere to sphere. At first, he was overwhelmed by the new sights, the diversity and people. He wanted to experiance it all. And so he sought to do so. While some turned out good, others he barely escaped with his scaley hide intact. And yet, in some way, he enjoyed all of them. Thus, it was natural that he became a worshiper of Slaanesh. They threw the best parties!

Of course, in order to truly live, you need money. Godfried found himself to be a natural hand at pistols.He learned how to manipulate his magic and enhance his pistols. Learning the art of the Magitek Gunner, he sold his skills to whoever could pay him. His view of his own people deteriorated as he saw the greatness of the other cultures. Before long, even his desires turned away from those of his own race. He began to lust after the beautiful women of other species. He soon found himself enjoying the flirtation and nightly dalliances with said women. The more powerful they were, the more interested he was in seducing them.

During one of his particularly bad adventure, he met a tiefling by the name of Vernistaadt. They were surrounded and outnumbered. However, their opponents were outmatched. Together, Godfried and Vernistaadt successfully completed the mission, forged a new brotherhood of a pint of beer and a shapely pair of twins. On another mission, he was hired as protection by a young gnome with a gift for technology. He and Gnorri discovered several lost pieces of technology and data. He gained a great deal of respect for the gnome's technological know-how.

Then came the biggest day in the kobold's life. During the first flight of a slightly used Spelljammer he had just purchased from a shifty Promethian, the engine malfunctioned and caused him to fall into the warp. Coming out into an unknown Sphere, Godfried found an ancient fortress, dedicated to a foreign goddess. The technology in the fortress was rather worn and antiquated. But he soon discovered that it could fly. More then that, it could warp across the Great Wheel like a Spelljammer. Gathering his most trusted friends to be his commanding officers, he repaired and upgraded the fortress. Naming it after the ancient goddess it was dedicated to, the Pallas Athena became his, guiding him across the Great Wheel.

Since then, he has made his own fortune. With his own ship and crew, he began taking jobs across the Wheel, choosing the ones that promised adventure and enjoyment over the ones with the highest pay.

Character's Strength: While not very strong, Godfried learned quickly to manipulate people. He prefers to use these skills on the attractive members of the fairer sex.

Flaw that affects character: Misanthrope. His trips across the wheel have cause him to hate his fellow kobolds, viewing them as lesser beings. Any that he comes across must prove that they are not. Which will be difficult as he wishes to have nothing to do with them.

Flaw that affects party: As a worshiper of Slaanesh, Godfried seeks to explore all of life's pleasures. And of course, part of the fun is in sharing those pleasures with others... whether they want to or not.

[GrazztTheDark]

Name: Gnorri Sigurdson (sheet)
Age: 225
Race: Gnome
Exaltation: Paragon
Starting Class: Mech-wright

Background: Gnorri is a gifted technologist, even by the standards of gnomes. Born into a family of gifted craftsmen and servants of the Omnissiah, Gnorri was sent off to the best schools where he learned voraciously. Following school, Gnorri's head for machinery, both inventing and repairing, allowed him to amass a small fortune. But Gnorri soon became bored with this sedentary life and sought out new challenges. Gnorri decided to convert some of his capital into an armoured exploration vehicle and seek out the dangerous places of the Spheres.

While working on perfecting this vehicle, a walker that he called "Stormcloud", Gnorri was recruited into a secretive sect devoted to the Omnissiah. Gnorri's work over the past few years has been simple. He would be given a map by his superiors, and a modicum of support. Gnorri would make his way to the destination described on the map, working for his board (and that of the Stormcloud) on a Spelljammer. Once there, he would explore ruins of ancient, but technologically enhanced civilizations, retrieving lost technological treasures in the name of the Omnissiah.

Of course, not everyone within the church are supportive of this rising star. Gnorri has recently run afoul of Dante Thunderfist, a (mostly) human Chosen of the Omnissiah, who has begun to suspect Gnorri of selling his sect's secrets after a misunderstanding with a cybernetic schematic. Thunderfist, a heavily modified human with his own Spelljammer and a small army of cyborgs and even a number of true Prometheans, is waging his own private war against his fellow Tech-Priest. The only saving grace is that there are few of the more powerful members of the clergy of the Omnissiah who believe Dante, and those few are willing to offer very little support against Gnorri. This serves to enrage the human further, of course, but it provides something of a shield for Gnorri.

Gnorri has prospered, despite something of a low ranking amongst his new sect. While still putting large amounts of cash into his mech, now on the fourth model, he has managed to amass a fairly large fortune. This comes from a combination of ancient discoveries, inventions, and construction of vehicles using principles perfected in making the Stormcloud series. Gnorri still works onboard ships, however, as he loves to explore the ruins that his superiors continue to locate for him. His latest venture is the Pallas Athena, which he has backed somewhat from his own personal fortune.



Name one of your characters strengths: Incredible technical ability, coupled with a mecha for those times when dakka is needed.

Name one personality flaw that would create problems for your character: Devotion. As a follower of the Omnissiah, Gnorri can treat his fellows worse than he does his machinery, and to have a nearly obscene preference for machines over flesh. For an example, despite having enough medical training to make a competent doctor, he rarely serves in that capacity because his solution to most problems is to replace the offending body part with something cybernetic. ("Broken femur? Cybernetic leg! Blurry vision? Bionic eyes! Slight cough? I will be getting servomotor lungs on Tuesday, can you wait until then?")



Name one personality flaw that would create problems for the group: Wanderlust. An inability to stay in one place means that the character will jump at any opportunity to continue exploring the Great Wheel, regardless if the rest of the group is particularly ready to leave or not.

[Sweets]

Statistics: Name: Grune Alias: "Tinman" Previous Name: Wyatt McManus Age: Unknown Gender: Male Race: Human Height: 6'6" Weight: 589 lbs. Hair: Synthetic/Black Eyes: Synthetic/White-blue Complexion: Metallic/Weathered Distinguishing Feature: Construct Exaltation: Promethean Alignment: Cuthbert Material: Darksteel Class: Deputy [Sheriff]

Biography: Background: Grune used to be somebody, no really he actually did. His name was Wyatt McManus or at least that's what he's been told. problem is that Grune can't recall much about his past life. He now stands as a bastion against chaos within the realms, supplying the law of land in anyway possible. In his hey-day, Wyatt was a force for good, or at least a force for good-enough. He was known and respected within Sigil and feared by anyone who put the warp above others or simply tempted fate in his presence. Wyatt was a cunningly smooth talker who would just as often talk you out of your gun as he would put one between your eyes. His social graces notwithstanding, he was a kind man as well, often taking to looking after a school of children often call Wyatt's Whelps. These kids were the cast-offs and outcasts from their respective worlds and had nothing and no one except Wyatt and each other. He had a penchant for never looking behind him, and it served him well in the 20 years or so that he gave his service to Sigil. He had ties everywhere, knowing that a law-man was only as good as his latest lead or last catch. Those within the Fraternity know of his skill and praised him for his right-handed lawful nature, though those that knew of his other nature often frowned about his intentions behind his back. The Mercykiller's were much easier to befriend, and had less to do with the law and more to do with their own perceived sense of Justice. Dutifully following the letter of the law often caught up with him, and he had the numerous scars and perforations to prove his valor. It was after one such encounter that he had first been approached by the Order. He had taken no less than a dozen rounds to his body, with a grazing shot to his skull being the most damning of the wounds. He would live, but had to consider retirement... or a procedure that would replace the dead and useless tissue with bio-synthetic grafts and metal-biotech. Clearly he chose the later, opting to refit his form with whatever could aid him in continuing to do the same job he had done for most of his life. The procedure allowed him to keep his face, though the grafts and tech hadn't the same effect has his natural flesh had, often causing those who would normally had helped to shy away from his inhuman features. The final straw in the proverbial hat was his loss of memory. He had momentary flashes of being Wyatt, but due to the scarring on his brain he wasn't able to fully recall those vital facts that would keep him human. Though he still had flashes of recall, he is now more so than what he'd ever been... a tool of the Fraternity, and a beacon for law. Even if that law no longer holds the facet of hope and goodness. The one thing that made him Wyatt was gone, without the faces of those kids, nor his cocky attitude, Grune had lost his humanity. Personality: Grune is nothing if not stoic. Laughter seems alien to others when he does it, and the severing of the ties to his lost humanity sobers any thoughts of intimacy or passion. He simply doesn't have the capacity for those any more. He isn't a total dud, and when Wyatt shows through he can be downright entertaining for those brief moments, but they as all things, are fleeting. He stands watch over a realm as a statue guards a crypt, and though he has drive and a self-interested awareness, he still seeks a soul he is all but convinced he's lost. Name one of your characters strengths: Grune is methodical in whatever tasks he is set to. This enables him to track and trail a fugitive through any verse or space regardless of time or energy. Getting his man is all that matters. With this great responsibility comes great gain. Though he was originally a man who worked for the Fraternity of Order, he still had his hands (and friends) within the Harmonium City-Watch as well as the Mercykiller's (though they were reluctantly called friends.) This enables him to find insight and entrance into things and places often outside the reach of others. Name one personality flaw that would create problems for your character: As with all Promethean's, there is something about them that just turn people off. Despite being an authority figure for the realms and the weight that carries, Grune still has to deal with the bigotry, hatred, and disinterest that comes with not only being a member of the policing enforcement, but also from simply being what he is. Name one personality flaw that would create problems for the group: The letter of the law. Grune cannot in good conscience allow any blatant law-breaking while within his company. He is capable of bending the laws for the greater good, but his poor social graces and literal understanding can and do often lead to group dissension. Sometimes it's best to listen to the law, other times it's best to ask the law to turn around.

 

Name: Grune	Race: Human	XP: 0 [900]
Age: Unknown	Exaltation: Promethean	Campaign: Plain of Jars
Player: Sweets	Alignment: Cuthbert	Faction: Fraternity of Order

Characteristics:

Power	Intelligence: 2	Strength: 3	Charisma: 1
Finesse	Wisdom: 2	Dexterity: 3	Fellowship: 1
Resistance	Willpower: 3	Constitution: 4	Composure: 3

Constitution Specialty: Tough as Nails

Skills:

Mental	Physical	Social
Academic Lore: 0	Acrobatics: 0	Animal Ken: 0
Arcana: 0	Athletics: 2	Charm: 0
Common Lore: 0	Ballistics: 3	Command: 2
Crafts: 2	Brawl: 3	Deceive: 0
Forbidden Lore: 0	Drive 0	Disguise: 0
Medicae: 0	Larceny 0	Intimidation: 2
Perception: 2	Pilot 0	Performer: 0
Politics: 0	Stealth 0	Persuasion: 0
Tech-Use: 2	Weaponry: 0	Scrutiny: 2

Backgrounds:
Artifact: 2 [Revolver: Wraithbone: Common: "Whisper"]
Artifact: 3 [Bionic Arm: Darksteel: Uncommon]
Status: 1
Wealth: 1

Hindrances:
Intolerance [Criminals]
Law o' the Stars

Feats:
Asset [Large]
Asset [Promethean: Darksteel]
Peer [Law Enforcement]
Improvisational Warrior
Common Sense
Human Perseverance [Human]
Mixed Heritage [Human (Squat)]
No One Tougher [Squat]
Squat Stability [Squat]

Gun Kata:

Power Stat:
Generation 1 - Integrated Armor [Generation + 3(x2) inherent Armor (Does not stack, doubled with asset), Armor Proficiencies are treated as optional feats.]

Resource Stat: [Pyros] 3

Devotion: 6

Static Defense: 18
Hit Points: 14
Mental Defense: 20
Resolve: 6
Speed: 6 [36]
Size: 5
Hero Points: 2
(Integrated) Armor: 8

Special Abilities:
Living Construct - Immunity to Fatigue, Poison, Disease. No need to Eat, Drink, Sleep, or Breathe (Optional), No benefit to bionic/artifact hearts.
Refitting - Does not heal naturally [Craft + Int (TN of 15, 20, 25), 1 HP recovered with success. (Takes an hour per test.) Rebuild limbs at TN 25, needs 5 successful tests.
Disquiet - Takes -2k1 to all social rolls against non-exalts.
Superlative Constitution - Doesn't suffer critical damage like others. Each limb tracks critical damage separately, 5 critical means the limb is lost.

Class List: [Deputy (Sheriff)]
- [Prerequisites: Ballistics 2, Command 1, Intimidation 1]
- [Characteristics: Constitution, Wisdom, Dexterity]
- [Skills: Athletics, Ballistics, Brawl, Command, Intimidation, Perception, Scrutiny]
- [Feats: Armor Proficiency (Light)*, Weapon Proficiency (Ordinary), Common Sense, Peer (Law Enforcement), Weapon Proficiency (Any)*, Improvisational Warrior]
- [Gun Kata: Clay Pigeon, Tin Star, Point Blank]
- [Bonus: +1 to Backing (Law Enforcement), to a maximum of 5]
- [*Optional Feats]

Languages: Trade, Human

Equipment Package: [Water]
Autopistol, Fencing Sword, Mesh Vest, Street Clothes, Chrono, Flask of Brandy

XP Spent:
Asset [Large] - 100 XP
Asset [Promethean: Darksteel] - 100 XP
Peer [Law Enforcement] - 100 XP
Improvisational Warrior - 100 XP
Common Sense - 100 XP
Human Perseverance [Human] - 100 XP
Mixed Heritage [Human (Squat)] - 100 XP
None Tougher [Squat] - 100 XP
Squat Stability [Squat] - 100 XP

[Cygnus]

Name: James Avantor

 

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Age: 23

Race: Human

Exaltation: Atlantean (reincarnation of a great hero who passed away in the last war)

Starting Class: Arcane Kniggit (monty python jokes abound)

Appearance: James is a strikingly handsome man and he knows it, as he constantly flaunts it when not in the presence of Eve. Of course, he'd never act on any of the offers he gets... you know, because of Eve, but that doesn't stop him from enjoying the attention. His hair is kept neatly combed to the right with a slight wave in the front over his forehead, and it has a natural shine to it that makes the dull brown seem much more vibrant. His eyes are incredibly green, with an inner glow that makes him seem friendly and inviting to talk to. He is well muscled, but keeps himself slimmer than most warriors, as it's easier to dodge attacks that way. He's quite tall, standing at about 6'3" and weighing in at 170 lbs. He has a faint jagged scar on his back from when his father was teaching him how to play dodgeball with beer bottles. Occasionally a man in ornate armor with a large sword and shield can be seen following him, though he disappears as though he were simply an apparition.

Personality: James is, to be quite honest, a bit of an ass when you first meet him. What with his constant craving to be in charge and his daddy issues, he tends to tear those around him down to get to the top. Of course, once he knows somebody well enough, he drops the ******* act and shows his true nature, one of humility and dare I say it pleasantness. Though he still wants to be in charge... he's pretty fickle about that. He also aspires to greatness, as though he has to prove himself to an ancestor, who he also strives to surpass.

Background:

 

James was raised in a small town on the fringe of human society. His father was an alcoholic and frequently abused him as well as his mother the few times she tried to intervene. He developed a strong loathing of both alcohol and father figures as a result, and by the age of 10 he ran away from his home and into the surrounding forest.

James was attacked by a pack of wolves and would have surely died if not for the intervention of an Elf woman who had been out hunting. Initially frightened, James bolted from the site but one of the wolves slipped past the elf and bit James. When he awoke, he was in bed, though he had no idea whose bed it was. A cold washcloth was on his forehead and his throat was bone dry. An elf girl who looked to be about his age (*cough* your character *cough*) slowly poured a glass of water into his mouth, then smiled at him and walked back to some area of the hut he couldn't see. He slipped back into unconsciousness and had an odd dream.

His father was on another of his alcohol filled rages and was stomping towards him. James ran as fast as he could, but he couldn't escape the man as much as he tried. With nowhere left to run, he turned to face his father with a look of defiance on his face. In his hand appeared a blade, and he impaled his charging father with it then watched as his father dissolved into thousands of tiny glowing orbs. The orbs floated into the air above him, then suddenly dove down and were absorbed into James' body. He felt an overwhelming sense of relief pass through him as the last of the lights disappeared, and it was at the peak of his relief that he awoke to a much different scene.

There were four elves above him, one of whom was shoving a strip of leather into James' mouth to bite down on. He felt a burning hot pain as something pierced the skin of his arm, then a liquid was poured into the fresh cut and burned as though it were molten lead. He lost consciousness again, but when he awoke the woman who had saved him was sitting at the edge of the bed. She explained to him that he had been bitten by a werewolf with exceptionally bad hygiene, which had caused the wound to become infected within a matter of minutes. After making an incision into the infected area, they had poured anti-septic (read as: grain alcohol) into the wound, then spread a healing balm of their own creation on the outside of the wound. He looked down at his arm and was surprised to see it completely unblemished without even a hint of a scar showing. He didn't know whether to thank the woman, or run screaming from her.

James was tormented by his conflicting emotions. On one hand he was terrified of the elves, even though they had just saved his life. On the other hand, he was terrified of his father...

James asked the woman if he could remain with the elves for another day, and the woman agreed, introducing herself as Marra.

James had stayed, to the delight of Eve, for a week. He learned much about their culture, but he was far more interested in learning about his new elven friend. Admittedly, he found her extremely attractive, almost otherworldly so, but he never acted on his attraction because of the taboos he had been instilled with since a young age. Just speaking to an elf was a sign of treason in his town, and he half expected a squad of soldiers to come from the treeline and take him away.

One day he had pulled Eve aside, asking her if she'd like to spend the day with him and show him around the forest. She had happily agreed and run back to her house, leaving James to sit and wonder what had come over him all of a sudden. When she returned a few minutes later, James noticed that she had changed into a different set of clothes, slightly form fitting and very complimentary to her figure. It was almost as if she were about to go on a date with somebody... It took him a few moments, but eventually the thought had crossed his mind. Did she dress that way for me?

He walked closely with her as she showed him around the forest, finding himself staring at her whenever she wasn't looking. The wind picked up and James smelled something pleasant, perfume he guessed. He had never smelled Eve's perfume before, and he wasn't even sure if she had worn perfume before that day.

The last stop on her tour was a small lake where she said she enjoyed to go and relax by. James took off his shorts and shirt and dove into the water, resurfacing and seeing a surprising sight. She had done likewise and was now wading into the water towards him. He was dumbstruck and she giggled, fairly certain she was laughing at his mouth which hung wide open. After the initial moment of shock, he made sure he acted normally, splashing her occasionally and just having an overall fun time.

When they crawled back to shore exhausted, the moon hung high in the sky throwing a pleasant glow on the surface of the lake. He looked up and saw Eve smiling down at him, the glow of the moon illuminating half of her face and making her look absolutely beautiful. He felt his cheeks burning and he tried stuttering something about how he thought she was the most amazing girl he had ever met, but all that came out was "I have to go back home tomorrow."

James tried to wake up and leave early the next morning, hoping he wouldn't have to see Eve before doing so. He couldn't bear the sorrow that showed on her face, trudging off into the woods after failing to find words to say to her. He was about halfway back to the town and was making good time, but had to hide for a few minutes before he could continue onwards. He caught sight of Eve just before she turned around, and he quickly hid before she saw him. He wasn't sure why she was out so deep in the woods when she should've been at a lesson, but nevertheless there she was looking for... him? What else would she have been doing so deep in the woods if not that?

She passed after a few moments, and he could have sworn he heard her sobbing. He started back on his way to the town, though he stopped when he saw a wolf following her, then her master following the wolf. He shook his head, and continued on, not sure if he was hallucinating all of this from hunger... he never was able to tolerate skipping breakfast, but he had done so nonetheless.

When he arrived at the town he was greeted by a disturbing sight, his father being led away by the authorities while a body under a sheet was wheeled away by paramedics. His mind went blank as he realized what had happened, and he took off back into the woods towards the village. Tears of both relief and sadness streaming down his cheeks.

It was dark out when he arrived, and he could hear the sounds of battle taking place. There was movement in Eve's home, and he was able to see a werewolf fending off the other wolves that were attacking it. He ran into the house and picked up the blade that Eve's master had dropped, saying a silent prayer for the man as he rushed the nearest wolf seeking vengeance. He had never held a blade before, and his lack of finesse was evident. However, he seemed to be adept at anticipating the movements of the wolves, and was able to strike at the opportune moments each time. Blue wisps cascaded along his blade and he nearly had his head taken off as he noticed it for the first time. He raised the blade to block the swipe and shouted for the beast to die.

He couldn't explain what happened at the time, but he later came to realize that the explosion that resulted was a spell that he had unknowingly cast as though some other mind had momentarily possessed him. He picked himself off of the floor and saw that it was just him and the werewolf that was being attacked before, and he breathed a sigh of relief... then the beast attacked him. The next thing he remembered was that he had a pounding in his head as if something had struck him, then found himself laying in a bed with Eve by his side. She was sleeping and had some minor scratches from the night before, though it looked like they should have been much worse than they were. Her parents told him that she was the beast that attacked him after the battle, and a hint of fear crept up his spine.

His feelings for Eve hadn't changed at the realization that she was a werewolf, and if anything, the day before had made him care even more for her. The way he saw it, she was the only person he had left in his life, and he wasn't going to let her get away from him. So he accompanied them back to Inlerendil and apprenticed with a spellsword. His time was spent between training and spending time with Eve. When she came and asked him to run away with her, he packed his things and joined her. She never told him why she ran away, but he had an idea. They've been traveling together ever since, and without having to worry about their parents, they explored their feelings together as well as the stars. Their recent voyage brought them to a planet neither had been to before, as James felt an inexplicable pull to a city there named Verde Oscuro.

Name one of your characters strengths: James has a very charming and witty personality, something he usually uses to voluntell (that means exactly what it sounds like) to do things that are to his benefit in some way shape or form. He's also quite skilled with a blade and can cast a few spells that he picks up here and there.

Name one personality flaw that would create problems for your character: He has a strong desire to be in charge of himself, which usually means being in charge of others so that they can't tell him what to do. This leads him to butt heads with people often. He also stands out in a crowd, especially when a lasgun burns a hole in his pants, but who doesn't when that happens?

Also, his ancestor abhorred the use of guns, seemingly having passed on a similar hatred, if at least subconsciously, to James... Though he won't refrain from using them if absolutely necessary, but of course even then he isn't very good with them.

Name one personality flaw that would create problems for the group: When he loses a battle of personality with another person, he tends to cuss them out... even if they're guards, Planetary Governors, or Daemon Princes. This has gotten him run out of many towns, cities, and even the occasional sphere. It also inspired a few bounties to quote: "cauterize the open wound that is his mouth"

Posting rate: as most who are in games with me already can back up, quite often

 

Name: James Avantor	Race: Human	XP: 0
Age: 23	Exaltation: Atlantean	Campaign: Plain of Jars
Player: Cygnus	Alignment: Moradin

Characteristics:

Power	Intelligence: 2	Strength: 4	Charisma: 3
Finesse	Wisdom: 2	Dexterity: 3	Fellowship: 3
Resistance	Willpower: 2	Constitution: 2	Composure: 3

+1 to Willpower

Skills:

Mental	Physical	Social
Academic Lore: 0	Acrobatics: 0	Animal Ken: 0
Arcana: 3	Athletics: 3	Charm: 2
Common Lore: 0	Ballistics: 0	Command: 3
Crafts: 0	Brawl: 0	Deceive: 0
Forbidden Lore: 0	Drive 0	Disguise: 0
Medicae: 0	Larceny 0	Intimidation: 0
Perception: 1	Pilot 0	Performer: 0
Politics: 1	Stealth 0	Persuasion: 2
Tech-Use: 0	Weaponry: 3	Scrutiny: 2

+1 to Arcana, +1 to Command

Backgrounds:
Wealth: 3
Inheritance: 3
Inheritance: 1
Mentor: 2

Hindrances:
All Thumbs
Enemy: Black Spiral Dancers

Feats:
Armor Proficiency (Light)
Armor Proficiency (Medium)
Tested
Weapon Proficiency (Ordinary)

Assets:
Dawn Caste
Magic Schools:
Evocation (1)
Spell List: Energy Burst

Exalt Powers:
POWERS:
Magical Aptitude: You begin play with one free rank in any Magical School. The character may purchase ranks in that Magical School as if they appeared in any class progression he possesses. Whenever an Atlantean rolls for Psychic Phenomena, they may roll twice and choose to have either or both effects occur.
Prestidigitation: The character may preform minor magical tricks. As a half action they may do any of the following:
* Move up to 1 pound of material
* Create a harmless sensory effect, like a shower of sparks, faint music, or an odor.
* Color, clean, or soil small items.
* Instantly light small (Torch, candle, small campfire) fires.
* Chill, warm, or flavor up to 1 pound of nonliving material.
Past Lives: An Atlantean may treat all skills as Basic. They begin play with Speak Language (Syrneth)
Paradox:Whenever an Atlantean spends a Mote, he gains 1 paradox. The only way to regain spent motes is to eliminate the paradox caused by their use. There are two ways to unravel paradox and change it back into motes. The safe way is to spend an hour in meditation to bleed out the excess warp taint in a fairly dramatic but safe way - ghostly images, a shower of sparks, heatless flame, or so forth. The fast way is to spend a free action and roll for Psychic Phenomena. While the Hero has paradox, keeping a 9 on any die when making a magic Test forces the character to unravel one paradox immediately, the fast way - and multiple 9s stack if the character has more than one paradox.
Power Stat:
Gnosis: Ancient Style - The vague memories of the atlantean's past can greatly influence his present. Some know ancient fighting styles, lost spells, or even fashion and style. Choose any three skills. You may go to six dots in those skills and gain a bonus specialty (Syrneth) in each.

Resource Stat: [Motes] 7

Devotion: 6

Static Defense: 22 (17 without armor)
Hit Points: 8
Mental Defense: 20
Resolve: 5
Speed: 7 (42 Running)
Size: 4
Hero Points: 2

Class List: [Spellsword(Arcane Kniggit)]
- [Prerequisites: Arcana 2, Weaponry 2]
- [Characteristics: Strength, Dexterity, Charisma]
- [Skills: Arcana, Academic Lore, Acrobatics, Athletics, Command, Performer, Weaponry]
- [Feats: Arcane Blade, Arcane Mark, Tested, Weapon Proficiency (Ordinary)]
- [When using an Implement, reduce Focus Power TNs by 1.]
- [*Optional Feats]
Armor Proficiency (Light)*, Extracurricular Study*
Languages: Trade, Human

Equipment: [Water]
Auto pistol, Fencing Sword, Mesh Vest, Street Clothes, Chrono, Flask of Brandy, Power Sword, Flak Jacket

XP Spent: 700
Characteristic [Charisma] - 300 XP
Background [Mentor] - 50 XP
Background [Inheritance 1] - 50 XP
Feats - 400
Assets - 100
Hindrances - +200

[Oghain]

Application: Biography: ============================= Name: Rhearil Aka: The Withering Matriarch Age: Unknown Gender: Female Race: Dryad Exaltation: Wraith ============================= Background: Background: Among the countless secrets of the Universe there are some that even the Oldest of entities are no privy to. One such secret is the nightmarish miracle that surrounds the Dryad known as Rhearil the Withering Matriarch. For, how does such a malefic creature in possession of so much power simply vanish from the face of the Wheel? As the legends would have you believe, it took the will o the universe itself to swallow The Withering Matriarch into... The Void? The Warp? That most ever unknowable place which draws the lost souls of the lower species. In the hushed whispers of the most ancient of the Matriarchs of the Dryad home-world there is a name that sends a chill wind through the branches of the Matriarchs. It is the name of a Dryad so fearsome and impossible that she has become as a legend akin to the ancient human Boogeyman. Never the less, the story has been handed down from Matriarch to Maiden for countless millennia in the hopes that such a creature as Rhearil never puts down roots again. The legend of this most dark of Dryad nightmares starts with the sprouting of a new Maiden. When this particular Maiden flowered from her mother-Maelid it was immediately evident that she was not of normal Dryad creation. Even in the times of the legend, a far wilder time by all Dryadic account, Dryads were born in all manner of forms. However, sickly grey-brown and half withered was never one of them. From her very first moment under the mighty sun of the Dryad's home-world Rhearil was a half dead being. In spite of her seemingly decrepit condition the young Rhearil did not shy away from the rigours of typical Maiden activity, especially when it came to seeking out dangerous adventures. As her first several hundred years of life transpired it became obvious to the Matriarchs of the time that the young Rhearil was by far and far the most enthusiastic of her generation when it came to seeking out knowledge and the deep secrets of the Wheel. Though they never expressed their concerns to their wards, the Matriarchs shared a unified concern; though Rhearil was proving to be an exceptionally talent druid, there were parts of her that did not ease their ancient roots. Among the most pressing of their concerns was that not only had Rhearil's Maelid not mothered any Maidens before or after Rhearil, which in itself was unusual. The Maelid in question had still to rise from her tree-like torpor and walk amongst the Matriarchs. Despite their concerns over the young Maiden, the elder trees did nothing and continued to watch her actions closely... The exact details of the legend of Rhearil become both hard to find and difficult to separate truth from fairy tale. Of the many things that are whispered about The Withering Matriarch one of the most common details is her rise to power. It is said that somewhere in her adventures, just prior to preparing to become a Maelid in her own right, she came across a forbidden knowledge that allowed her to return to her home planet with a terrible and ruinous power. What Rhearil did to the Dryads of the time the Matriarchs never say, but what they do say is this. When the Withering Matriarch set about entering her next stage of life, she chose her place of rest and began the transformation from Maiden to Maelid. But at some stage in the early days of the process she simply vanished. All that remained in her place was a crater that looked as though it had been ripped from the surface of the planet itself... Personality: Name one of your characters strengths:Ancient Incarnation. Many of the qualities which hinder the ancient dryad are the other faces of the things which make her just as fearsome and powerful now as she was when she first lived. Coming from a time long since forgotten, her grasp of what current generations call 'ancient knowledge' and 'forbidden lore' are things with which she is intimately familiar; indeed some of her own works may well have become such things in the interim millennia. Having spent her life in a far wilder and more primal time in history she knows the ancient secrets that most of even the higher species have forgotten, the dark places of the universe and more... Name one personality flaw that would create problems for your character:Detached from Reality. Not even a being like Rhearil can withstand the effects of total solitude forever, more so when entrapped within the unknown places of the universe. Despite her fearsome strength of personality and resolve, she is more than a little broken inside. Often times Rhearil's actions bear little connection to any reality of those around her or her actions take place in a highly ritualised and ancient form that often causes her to come across as not only 'kooky' but out and out insane. Rhearil's mind has become lodged somewhere between total madness and the only reality she has ever known; not a metal playing field that many can easily understand or adapt to. Name one personality flaw that would create problems for the group: Temporal Dislocation. Having been swallowed by the universe for an impossibly long time, Rhearil's understanding of much of the 'modern' universe is lacking. Contemporary politics, modern technology, the specifics of contemporary space flight; all such things are moderately confounding to Rhearil. More often than not only the simplest nature of something is obvious to Rhearil but her time separate from the flow of history has left her with more than a few questions about the use of many things that many people take for granted. Character Sheet: Character Sheet: Rhearil the Withering Matriach - Mostly constructed.

[Moridain]

Name: Graal Shatterblade
Race: Ork
XP: 0
Age: Unknown (Round 20ish. Probably)
Exaltation: Daemonhost (Khorne)
Campaign: Plane of Jars
Player: Moridain
Alignment: Khorne
Faction: The Law, but generally Merc.
Size: 8.8ft (2.7m), 190kg

 

Graal is a huge orc, massively muscled with pale green skin and huge tusks. His pale skin suggests, to those that know of orcs, that he is quite young. However the look in his eye suggests that other powers live there. He also has a pair of small rams horns growing from his skull, which are surely just a part of his ork nature, right?

He is currently wearing a huge flak jacket in deep scarlet red, with a black tabard over it with no symbol. He has many weapons, from Ork sized lasgun and autopistol, a huge sword hanging at his side. The main attraction though is a nearly golden colored greatsword hanging from his back. Easily two meters long the only parts of it that do not glint with sharpness are the blood smears that he hasn't bothered to wash off the eternally sharp blade.

 

Graal was born on the Ork shard, just one of the near infinite Ork horde. He enjoyed his life there, always battle to fight. He grew swiftly with all this battle, quickly growing to be as large as the oldest of his clan.

There came a battle where they were faced not with the usual Ork warbands, but with an army of Chaos, seeking a legion of orks to enslave to their dark god Khorne. The idea of serving any master, even a god, just doesn't sit with Orks though, and they fought hard against the impulse. The dark strength was great though and many of the Orks fell before they were fought off, the sheer mass of the Orks enough to save them from more than minor thefts.

In the battle there were many Champions of Khorne, humans and others who had given up their very souls for the strength of Khorne. Graal faced one such, a huge and mutated human standing near his own eight feet of height. He wore power armour and held the very greatsword that Graal would eventually call his own.

The man, seeing the strength of Graal, stripped off his armour and came at him with bare flesh, seeking a fight to Honor his God, a fair fight against a strong opponent. Graal was no stripling though and managed to fight the man to a standstill. It was then that a Goblin came from the shadows and stabbed the noble warrior with a poisoned dagger.

Angered that the best fight of his existence had been stolen from him Graal killed the Ork, taking the Warriors equipment as his due anyway. When the Daemon of Khorne, lost to its previous host, whispered of greater battles, strength unheard of, and all for the price of sharing his body and serving their Rage Lord, Graal listened. He accepted in the end, but more out of respect for the fallen warrior than out of any desire for strength. The Daemon was quickly dismayed as well: unlike the weak willed and stupid Ork he had expected to dominate he found himself in the strong mental fortress and quick mind of a true warrior.

Graal left the Horde then, his Daemon taint not something his Horde could accept. He managed to find his way to Sigil, using the very portal the Chaos army had used to get here.

He spent some time getting to know the place, working as an enforcer at times. He discovered quickly that wanton violence and death simply wasn't smart, leading to people using overkill to stamp him flat. However if he killed only those who were already damned for doing so people not only didn't kill him they PAID him. His desire for strong kills lead to several high payment bounties and he found himself eating and sleeping better than he ever had in his life.

Having no bounty at the moment he wanders, looking for opportunities to worship his lustful god. His wanderings took him through a gate into this word, and into the city of Verde Oscuro.

 

Defences Size: 5 Static Def: 15 [(10, plus 3 for every dot he has in Wisdom and Dexterity) – (2xSize)] Hit Points: 12 (reduce all damage taken by 4, unless silver or magic) Mental Def: 15 Resolve: 5 (Willpower + Composure) Speed: 7 (Strength + Dexterity) Hero Points: 2

Attacks Melee Oricalcum Greatsword (To Hit 8k5+1, Damage: 8k3+4, Penetrate 4, {once per scene, reroll damage}. -1k0 to parry. Magical) Dagger (To hit 6k4+1, Damage: 8k2+1) Ranged Lasgun (To hit 4k2, 3k2 E. 60m range, 60 clip) Autopistol (To hit 4k2, 2k2 I. 30m, 12 clip)

Stats Intelligence: 2 Wisdom: 2 Willpower: 3 --- Strength: 5 Dexterity: 2 Constitution: 3 --- Charisma: 1 Fellowship: 2 Composure: 2

Skills/Backgrounds Skills Academic Lore: 0 Arcana: 0 Common Lore: 2 Crafts: 0 Forbidden Lore: 0 Medicae: 2 Perception: 2 Politics: 0 Tech-Use: 0 --- Acrobatics: 0 Athletics: 2 Ballistics: 2 Brawl: 2 Drive: 0 Larceny: 0 Pilot: 0 Stealth: 0 Weaponry: 4 (Greatswords) --- Animal Ken: 0 Charm: 0 Command: 0 Deceive: 0 Disguise: 0 Intimidation: 3 Performer: 0 Persuasion: 0 Scrutiny: 2 Backgrounds Allies 0 Artifact 2 (Oricalcum Greatsword) Backing 1 (Bounty Hunter Guild) Contacts 1 (Major: Bounty Hunter Guild Leader) Fame 0 (Just got into area) Followers 0 Holdings 0 Inheritance 1 Mentor - 0 Status - 0 Wealth - 2 (lots of liquid wealth from completed bounties)

Feats/Assets/Hindrences Feats Armor Proficiency (Light, Medium, Heavy) Weapon Proficiency (Two Handed) Danger Sense Hardy Frenzy Jaded Power Attack Weapon Proficiency (Two Handed) Assets Magic Resistance (+5 to difficulty of all magic used against him) Daemonhost Pride (+1 raise to all opposed checks, and +1k0 to attack vs multiple opponents. Essence back if I beat someone at something they think they are good at.) Class: Feral: +1 to melee damage Swordsman: +1 to melee attack Hindrances Intolerance (Sorcerers) Enemy (Crazy Silver Sam, a rich man on Sigil he managed to take in for a significant bounty. Bought his way out of his legal woes, but is still out for revenge for the insult. At almost any cost...)

Daemonhost Arcanoi 1 Maximum Resonance: 6 Magickal Tutor {Khorne}: Gain 1 free Sword School Dark Knowledge! You can spend an essence when using a special attack to add an additional Advantage(s) (From universal or sword school you have) with a total cost equal to your level. Bite (1K1 R, Brawling), restore Essence = damage against living targets. Willing/helpless targets lose only a little blood, leaves no mark. Daemonic: Reduce all damage by Constitution + Arcanoi.

Sword School Stone Dragon 1 Special Attacks Charg'n Barge - Standard Action: +1k0 to hit with normal attack, and a free Bullrush Attack. 2 handed weapon only. Cannot be used the turn after it is used.

Classes Barbarian 1   Feral Prerequisites: Weaponry 2, Athletics 1 Characteristics: Strength, Charisma, Constitution Skills: Crafts, Athletics, Drive, Weaponry, Intimidation, Animal Ken, Brawl, Acrobatics Feats: Frenzy + Danger Sense + Armor Proficiency (light) + Power Attack + Weapon Proficiency (any) + *Weapon Proficiency (any) Sword Schools: Stone Dragon + Tiger Claw Desert Wind Bonus for Completion: +1 to all melee damage (completed) Fighter 2   Swordsman (Completed) Prerequisites: Weaponry 2, Athletics 1 Stats: Strength, Constitution, Intelligence Skills: Crafts, Athletics, Brawl, Drive, Ballistic, Weaponry, Intimidation, Perception, Command Hardy + Armor Proficiency (light) + *Armor Proficiency (medium) + Power Attack + Weapon Proficiency (any) + *Weapon Proficiency (any) *Shield Proficiency Sword Schools: Iron Heart + White Raven Completion: +1 to all Melee attack tests (Completed) Myrmidon Prerequisites: Weaponry 3, Athletics 2, Power Attack Stats: Strength, Constitution, Intelligence Crafts, Athletics, Brawl, Drive, Ballistic, Weaponry, Intimidation, Perception, Command Blind Fighting Jaded + Quick Draw Armor Proficiency (medium) + *Armor Proficiency (heavy) Weapon Proficiency (any) *Weapon Proficiency (any) Weapon Focus (any) Sword Schools: Iron Heart White Raven Completion: +1 to all Melee attack tests.

Languages Trade Ork

Equipment Hand Axe Autopistol Lasgun Knife Flak Jacket Clothes Rations ARTIFACT: Oricalcum Greatsword Medkit Smoke Grenade x2 Frag Grenade x1

XP Current: 150/800 XP Gained: 400XP (General gain) - 12/2/2012 300XP (Giant Attack!) - 25/2/2012 100xp (For putting my best foot forward. Through a door.) - 28/4/2012 Spending: ---------------------- 27/2/2012 - 650xp Feats (Hardy, Armor Proficiency (Medium, Heavy), Jaded) - 400xp Sword School (Iron Heart) - 200xp Skills (Athletics +1) - 50xp ---------------------- Starting XP Spent: 600 +200 (hindrance) Feats x4 {400xp} Asset x2 {200xp} Skill Increase {150xp} Sword School Special Attack {50xp}

[Wolesz]

 

Name: Alex Verlock
Age: # 24
Race: Human
Exaltation: Tzeentchian Daemonhost
Appearance

 

Alex is full of grace in her moves, every step is a spectacle of maidenly gentleness. So is also her voice, delightfully girlish, soft and high. Sadly, all of that innocent appearance is shattered as soon as one sees her usual makeup and clothing, or listens to what she's actually saying in that cute voice.

Alex is, in her words and deeds, vulgar, brutal and degenerate. Unless there's a really urgent need, she speaks in a barely comprehensible slang form her criminal days, and considers it totally cool. If there is a deed she is above, she hasn't yet found out of it. Unless feeling shame would qualify. Also, occassionally she can be found having a heated discourse with the thin air.

Due to the Daemon's allegiance, describing what happens when it manifests its powers would be pointless, unless one would document every such event. Interestingly, the tell seems to be somehow influenced by the environment, or rather the thing Daemon craves. The only constants of those changes are the intricate geometric patterns that appear etched into the Daemonhost's face, and a number of elongated, slender arms that seem to appear out of Alex's back and maniacally feel for things and catch anything they can.

Background: Born in a middle class family in a megacity on some remote Crystal Sphere, Alex had a mostly unremarkable childhood. Loving parents, good grades at school, a close group of BFFs to hang out with every night, running away from the local police after cutting up someone's face for fun. That's how it went, and it was nothing usual - crime was rampant among youths back then.

Alex was the head honcho of her gang. She decided what's it going to be every night, whether they'd rob a grocery store, beat someone up in a dark alley, make love with strangers in a dark alley, joyride some ornithopter, or just get silly high on baccaran. It was Alex who led the way, because she had that certain something, the right sort of twisted whims needed by an underage criminal to have an interesting life and the low cunning to survive it. And besides, more than one competitor's scar was a testament to her skill with blades.

It was all fun and games, until the merry gang bumped into someone tougher than themselves. Shattering of childhood's delusions is always a painful thing, especially when it is done by Chaos cultists and accompained by things Alex dared not to name(and she could name quite a lot). Seeing her best friends sacrificed to the Dark Gods would shatter her personality and worldview if Alex wasn't such a stubborn brat. Considering all other options gone as she was dragged to the altar, she grabbed an unholy symbol dangling from one of the cultists' robes, and offered her soul in exchange for assistance.

The Daemon of Tzeentch calling itself The Collector answered her call. With its help, Alex slaughtered the cultists, but soon learned the price. While the girl had a complete disregard for property previously, soon, to her dismay, she found out that she craved...things. Out of nowhere would come an urge to own a certain thing. Or a person. Or large quantities thereof. It quickly became infuriating, and Alex realised the Collector was to blame. But she could not suppress the Daemon, and had to lead a more normal life, because in order to acquire anything meaningful she needed money. To satisfy the Collector's greed, Alex ditched crime and focused on concealing her aberrant nature, gaining a supreme education and making a career - in which she succeeded, but only to a limited extent. She found a nice job as a biological lab assistant, her experience in cutting people up naturally lending itself to anatomical knowledge. The Daemon was satisfied with the pay and things it could buy, for now. Alex was not. She felt all the static, decent lifestyle drained her. She hated it.

But there seemed to be a solution. Alex learned of the faraway Carceri. Of all the artifacts to be had. Of a half-legal expedition in need of a biologist, departing soon with anyone foolish enough. And honestly, neither she nor the Collector had enough common sense to think that might be a bad idea. Friends and family weren't a factor, either. And so, Alex left her home Crystal Sphere.

Unluckily, she never made it to Carceri. Dark Eldarin pirates boarding their ship probably had something to do with this. The Collector was furious, but Alex didn't really care, and in fact she loved feeling the thrill of combat again, especially since the Eldarin were the most beautiful thing she saw, killed and had dirty thoughts about. After invoking the daemonic power, she managed to slash her way through them to an escape pod, which she promptly fired.

The journey was long, and after the Dark Eldarin trapped inside with her died, it was also lonely. She never considered the daemon a real partner in conversation. But finally, the pod crashed in the outskirts of Verde Oscuro, and the world was again exposed to Alex.

Name one of your characters strengths: Alex doesn't care for crap like collateral damage, only the results matter. Also, she exhibits a degree of low cunning one wouldn't expect from someone like her.

Name one personality flaw that would create problems for your character: An example of her idea of fun would be slashing someone's face. And she hardly takes her safety into account. Also, she rarely plans further than 10 minutes ahead, unless the Collector's greed forces her to. And the Daemon tends to take interest only in things of value, though its criteria for such are somewhat bizarre. Nevertheless, when it decides to acquire something, it's forcing Alex to go out of her way to get it. Without any actual regard for her.

Apart from that, Alex tends to speak her mind, and it is a malevolent, indecent, sociopathic mind. If told to watch her mouth, she'll probably just check her lipstick with a challenging glance towards the offended party.

The fact of her being a Daemonhost can also be quite troublesome, given that she can become quite unnerving when the gift is revealed. If she uses magic, she tends to go all out.

Name one personality flaw that would create problems for the group: Alex doesn't take orders from anyone. She can be reliably appealed to only with violence or a serious threat thereof. As for herself, forcible solutions are the ones she favours, no matter if it's friend or foe, and she tends to kick up a fuss over many things. She just NEEDS some ultraviolence from time to time, and doesn't care who becomes entangled in that. Her Daemon is also not exactly the most bearable sort, and certainly not above petty theft or harm if that helps it achieve its aims.

If Alex is forced into obedience, she shifts towards a sort of pack mentality. If that happens, she actually cares for the comrades, but expects a great deal of the same, and always considers they're all with her in whatever trouble she got in. If she feels betrayed, she's going to retaliate like hell.

 

Name: Alex Verlock	Race: Human	XP: 0/1300
Age: 24	Exaltation: Daemonhost	Campaign: Plain of Jars
Player: Wolesz	Alignment: Tzeentch	Faction: Awesome people

Characteristics Power Intelligence 2 Strength 3 Charisma 3 Finesse Wisdom 1 Lightning ReflexesDexterity 4 Fellowship 1 Resistance Getting the jump on othersWillpower 4 Constitution 2 Composure 2

Skills Mental Physical Social Academic Lore*1 Acrobatics* 1 Animal Ken Arcana* 1 Athletics Charm Common Lore*1 Ballistics 1 Command 1 Crafts Brawl Deceive 1 Forbidden Lore* Drive Disguise Medicae* 2 Larceny 2 Intimidation 2 Perception 1 Pilot* Performer Politics* Stealth 3 Persuasion Tech-Use* Weaponry 3 Scrutiny * marks an advanced skill.

Other Traits Backgrounds Artifact 3 Inheritance 3 Wealth 1 Feats Armour Proficiency(Light) Blind Fighting Danger Sense Fast Reflexes Improved Feint Weapon Proficiency(Ordinary) Weapon Proficiency(Fencing) Asset: Dangerous Beauty Asset: Hunger Hindrance: Loco(Sociopathy) Hindrance: Big Britches Arcanoi: 1 Essence: 9 Devotion: 6 Static Defense: 18 Hit Points: 12 Mental Def: 15 Resolve: 6 Speed: 7 Size: 4 Hero Points: 2   Bite   Type Melee, Brawling Damage 1k1 Pen - ROF - Clip - Range -   Autopistol   Type Pistol Damage 2k2 Pen 0 ROF S/6 Clip 12 Range 30m   Fencing Sword   Type Melee Damage 2k2 Pen 0 ROF - Clip - Range - Balanced       Phase Sword   Type Melee, Fencing Damage 3k2 Pen 7 ROF - Clip - Range - Balanced Power Field     Weapon   Type Damage Pen ROF Clip Range       Mesh Vest       L. Leg 0 R. Leg 0 Body 4 Gizzards 0 L. Arm 0 R. Arm 0 Head 0       Armour       L. Leg R. Leg Body Gizzards L. Arm R. Arm Head

Special Abilities Daemonic Tutor: One free rank in Evocation, Evocation may be purchased as if it were on the class progression table. Unholy Might: 1 Essence: Add Arcanoi to Magical School for a single Test. Rejected by Creation: Gain Resonance when spending Essence. Resonance Eruption: Willpower TN15; 1 damage/degree of failure; 1 Resonance into Essence/degree of success. Feeding: 1 Resonance into Essence/point of damage from Bite Daemonic: Damage Reduction=3[Constitution+Arcanoi]

Class List Outcast(+1 SD) Nighthawk

Derangements Minor sociopathy

Languages Trade Human

Allies and Contacts .

Spells and Special Attacks Evocation 1: Magic Missile

Equipment Street Clothes Chrono Flask of Brandy Aetheroscope Resplendent Personal Assistant

 

Step Zero: See App. Duh.
Step One: Characteristics: Primary Physical Secondary Mental Tertiary Social
Skills: Primary Physical Secondary Mental Tertiary Social
Step Two: Human[Cha+1][Ballistics+1 Weaponry +1]
Step Three: Daemonhost[free school: Evocation]
Step Four: Outcast
Step Five: Artifact 3 Inheritance 3 Wealth 1
Step Six: Tzeentch
Step Seven: Shadow Hand 1, Diamond Mind 1, Weapon Proficiency(Ordinary), Weapon Proficiency(Fencing), Fast Reflexes, Danger Sense, Improved Feint, Blind Fighting, Armour Proficiency(Light), 2 Assets, 2 Hindrances
Step Eight: Water set
Step Nine: See sheet.

[Blackguard]

 

Name: Sasha
Race: Human
Exaltation: Werewolfcheetah
Background: Sasha remembers very little of her life before she was found by The Gent, a legendary thief and leader of the thieves guild. She had been living on the street, barely getting enough to survive. But she was fast. And used this speed to her advantage, outrunning angry storekeeps and the guard.

She was caught by The Gent, breaking into a store marked by the Guild. He was impressed by her talent and took her in. He raised her, training her in the proper ways of the thief, and becoming a father figure to her. Many in the guild were outraged by this show of favortisim, while others feat that she is being groomed for leadership, ruining their own political schemes.

Sasha meanwhile, dreams about traveling across the Great Wheel, witnessing the wondrous treasures of countless civilizations... and stealing it. She has grown up confidant in her skills, and quick thinking. She is cheerful, almost annoyingly so, and quick to make friends. She is generous with her ill gotten gains, remembering the hardships she suffered before being properly trained.

Character Strengths: Speed. If there is one thing Sasha loves more then sparkleys and shineys, its speed. She loves to run and is quite athletic. She is also quite friendly, even with total strangers. As long as that friendliness doesn't cost her.

Flaw that affects character: Sasha loves to run. She would prefer to go on foot, rather then take a vehicle. Even if the vehicle is faster. She will also deliberately provoke an opponent into racing her, then bug them to train her if they win.

Flaw that affects the party: Her metabolism. If there is anything Sasha loves more then stealing riches and running fast, its eating. She can easily eat her own weight in food at a single sitting. Course, like any good thief, she finds ways to get out of paying for her meals herself. Usually by convincing some poor sap to take her out to eat.

 

Speed.

Speed was all that mattered.

The exhilaration of the run. The feeling of the wind blowing past you. The burning in your legs as they pound the road beneath you. The thrill of the chase and being chased.

Sasha ran through the street, grinning like a maniac as she turned a corner, jumping over some abandoned crates. Behind her, the sounds of the chaos she left in her wake filled the air. The cries of the merchant whose purse she just lifted. The jewel maker's scream as she realized several rings were missing. The guards yelling at her to stop.

She tilted her head, just enough to see the guards chasing after her. Ah! It was Jim and Tom again. Poor guys. They were getting their exercise this morning. "Come on boys!" She yelled back. "If you don't pick up the pace, I'm gonna start thinking you're just staring at my butt!"

With a giggle, she led them on a merry chase. Across the back alleys, Through a sewer tunnel. She slid under a box, scaring the movers and losing the guards. She continued running, just to make sure, before she headed to the secret entrance. Sliding aside a panel, she pressed the hidden switch, causing a section of the wall to move. She slid in, closing the door behind her as she moved through the catacombs.

They were a dimly lit maze of paths and corridors. One could wander aimlessly if they didn't know the correct route. That is, if the traps didn't get them first. But Sasha wasn't that stupid. No matter what anyone said about her. She knew these tunnels like the back of her hand. And in no time, she was at her destination. A large metal door, with the symbol of the Thieves Guild at the top.

Going up to the door, she knocked three times. Pause. Knocked two more times. Paused. And knocked three times. The peep hole opened up, a pair of brown eyes staring at her. Sasha gave them a grin and a wave before the hole closed. The sound of bars and levers being moved echoed along the corridor, before the door slid open.

"Had a nice run, poppet?" Shellring asked, her dirty blond hair falling across her eyes.

"You bet! Heading down to see Fingers right now."

Shellring waved her off as she closed the door behind her. Heading deeper into the compound, Sasha found Fingers, the local fence and information broker. Sitting at the little table that served as his shop.He gave her a smile, flashing his rotting teeth at her. "Well now Spots. Got a bit of shiny for Ol' Fingers?"

"Yep. A few rings from the market place. Should be worth a fair bit." She stated, tossing him the jewelry.

Fingers licked his lips as he placed his jeweler's glass up to his eyes, studying the gems. "Hmm... Yes. You always did have an eye for the valuable."

"Yeah yeah, just add it to my account," She told him, leaning against the table. "So, where's The Gent?"

"He's in his office. But I think he's-" Fingers glanced up, just in time to see Sasha prance off. "In.. the middle... of a meeting... That girl has the attention span of a puppy..."

Sasha burst into the office, grinning as she flung herself past the officers of the guild, and into The Gentleman's lap. "Hiya Boss!" She squealed, hugging him tight.

He chuckled, shifting her onto the arm of his chair. "Good morning to you too Sasha. A good haul this morning?"

She shrugged, smiling brightly. "Decent."

She ignored the glares of the officers as she told her boss about her morning run.

[Paladin of Light]

Name: Caladorn of the Astrella

Race: Aasimar (former Eldarin)

Exalt: Chosen of Corellon



Description: Cal appears to be a gigantic 8ft eldarin with platinum hair, golden eyes and silvery skin being the tell of his aasimar race. His gold eyes seem to show a deep wisdom and insight but also a strange confusion. He wears a flak jacket bearing eldarin symbols of Corellon. A small sword is tucked is his belt and a heavy slugthrower is across his back. However Cal tends to use his trusty lasgun in most situations.

 

Character Strengths: Cal is confident in his ability, through Corellon, to complete most any task given time and resources. He is tenacious and persistent and rarely gives up.

Character Flaws that may affect him: Since his transformation Cal is a bit confused and sometimes tries to use Eldarin teleportation. Also, his Aasimar indoctrination has left him with a code of honor which he doesn't see the need to break since Correllon will protect him from failure.

Character Flaws that may affect the group: Cal is a devout Correllonite and will go to great lengths to aid elves and eldarin as well as to punish those who would harm them, such as Dark Eldarin. He is also rather overconfident at times and sometimes acts without regard of the plans of others.


Background: Cal has only been an aasimar for a few months. He has vague memories of being a crewmember on a eldarin spelljammer that had come under attack. His next waking memory was being surrounded by the aasimar and being told that he had been chosen by Correllon.

After his transformation and some indoctrination Cal was taken to the Eldarin of the Church of Correllon. There he has found purpose and direction in the service of his patron.

Cal is trying to adjust to his new existance. He finds being an aasimar to be confusing but strangely comforting, nothing seems to bother him now. He still occasionally tries to teleport without success.

Even though his mind hasn't fully adjusted to his new status, an emergency has forced the Church to enlist Cal's help since he is the only Chosen nearby. An elven couple are being pursued by the forces of a being they call THOON. At last report they had been captured for an unknown purpose. As perfect examples of Correllon's perfect creation, they were of course to be rescued.

Caladorn adjusted his armor for the umpteenth time and triple checked that his rifle was loaded. He just wasn't sure about his as much as everything in his mind told him that he should be.

He looked at his hand as it moved in front of him. It had been months but he still wasn't used to being this well, big. He was taller than everyone else, much taller, and it made him feel self conscious.

He hoped that what the priests had spoken of Correllon's protection of him were true, he did not want to fail. Strangely he wasn't worried about his own fate. Death didn't really matter anymore, he had already died once.

"Caladorn of the Astrella, CHOSEN of Correlon. Are you ready to succeed at the task Correllon has set before you?"

Cal turned and looked down at the small eldarin priest who was addressing him.

"Yes. I will rescue the elven captives or die trying. Correllon's perfection will protect me from failure." Cal stated flatly, hoping all the while that it would be true.

The old eldarin priest nodded at Cal's use of the litanic response.

"Your shuttle is waiting. The captives were last seen in the Jehea Sphere. You'll have to track down this Thoon Cult from there. Be perfect, Caladorn of the Astrella."

The old priest turned to leave. The rites had already been said. The ceremonies were complete. Now all Cal had to do was travel to another Crystal Sphere. Locate an hostile cult of unknown strength and intent. And rescue two hostages. With perfection.

[LolitaMarshmallow]

Name: Kinzoku Shinzo (Metal Heart) Nickname: Zoku

Age: 30

Race: Human

Exaltation: Promethean

Alignment: Tzeentch

Growth Concept: Mech-Wright>Enginseer>Tech-Priest>Technomancer>Magnos

Appearance:

She has dark tan skin, short and curly red hair, and yellow eyes. She is very curvy and can be described as plump-pretty or cute-chubby. She stands at 5'4 and weighs 140 lbs. She wears an orange strappy tube-top style shirt and a tan skort (skirt with shorts). She has yellow thigh highs and wears tan sandals. She wears a steampunk necklace, ring, bracelet and earrings that she made.

 

Personality:

Zoku is shy, but firm. She is cautious in whom she chooses as friends and slow to trust. Zoku is very wise and intelligent and a bit no-nonsense. She prefers to spend her free time working on new mechanical inventions, or reading up on the latest technology. She doesn't like to party, because she sees it as a waste of time compared to other productive things she could be doing instead. Despite her serious side she can be equally cute, in that she has child-like curiosity, is easily embarrassed, and likes to play with her inventions like toys or pets.

Background:

 

Zoku was born to an inventor and raised in the family craft. Her mother is a skilled mechanic. Both her mother and father influences and inspired her to want to pursue technology. As a toddler she loved to read, so she reached for her parent’s manuals and instruction books. She was eager to learn and often got in trouble for tampering with her parents inventions in progress and breaking them accidently. By the time she was a teenager, her parents acknowledged her yearning to learn and gave her some scrap supplies so that she could begin invention projects of her own (and keep her out of theirs).

By the time Zoku reached adulthood she had won some prizes for her inventions. She was able to sell them to make enough money to move out and live on her own. During an invention fair, she met a man by the name of BLANK, whom was a mechanic with big ideas. He was interested in testing inventions on a live human being and needed someone willing to help him. Zoku was intrigued and allowed him to work on her. She teamed up with him, using her creativity to give him new ideas and he built them.

Overtime, Zoku became more machine than human, and she liked it. She began to use her new upgrades to help people with small tasks, around where she lived, that regular human had difficulty doing and got paid this way. After a while, she began to travel and branch out with her work in other places. As years passed, the work became more complicated and difficult until she was confronted with the opportunity to do mercenary work.

She read up on it and took classes in melee and ballistics. When she was ready, she took the job and began her life of combat. The years of mercenary killings have caused her to become callous to the sights of blood, gore and battle violence. Her life choices have been made because she loves change. She loves to travel and meet new people and that her targets change and how each battle is individual and unique.

In her current personal life, she has a secret crush on her mechanic, whom she still visits from time to time to get new upgrades. She is too shy to tell him how she feels and believes he doesn’t feel the same way because she finds her own personality to be dull and boring. When not fighting, she still likes to brainstorm new invention ideas and practice her craft, and also read up on the latest technology.

Name one of your characters strengths:

Zoku is highly intelligent and very creative. She is gifted at crafting technology. She is also very sturdy and well practiced in combat with both melee and ballistics, a quick learner and can use either hand with ease.

Name one personality flaw that would create problems for your character:

Due to being such a bookworm and working on her inventions alone, Zoku is not strong with social interactions. She is shy and sometimes says offensive things accidentally. She also becomes very embarrassed and flustered if any males compliment her appearance or make a pass at her.

Name one personality flaw that would create problems for the group:

She is impulsive and can easily stray from any orders that were given to her, possibly blowing someone’s cover or accidentally alerting enemies and so on. She tends to go after anything that she finds curious, without thinking it over first, and not thinking about how it will affect the group.

Sample RP:

 

Gears turned loudly, hot steam sprayed and cogs and bolts shuttered as the machines filling the room worked.

Zoku couldn’t be more at home in this loud, stuffy auditorium. She excitedly eyed the invention prototypes that were proudly on display. A few of their owners were gloating and boasting proudly about how superior theirs were. A handful of others were frantically trying to add last minute touches or fixing sudden malfunctions in embarrassment.

Zoku took in every single one of them with great interest and respect. Her sharp mid tried to backwards deconstruct them with her eyes and unlock their secrets.

“It’s machinery, not porn.” A voice next to her interrupted, startling her. “You look like you’re going to have an orgasm.”

Zoku’s face flushed red and she turned to see a tall, muscular man in oily, grease-stained clothes. He smiled and his go-t spread with it, winking a green eye.

“…” She blushed darker and briskly walked away, pushing through the crowd.

“Woah. I didn’t mean any harm.” The man laughed, jogging after her.

She broke into a run, but didn’t get far as a cord shot out and wrapped up her legs. She fell forward and crashed to the ground. With a strong tug, the cable retracted and dragged her backwards so fast the room blurred.

“Ha ha. Like it?” The man laughed, holding a contraption that produced the cable. “I built it myself.”

His laughter was cut short as a whirling chain blade cut through her purse, down the cable on her legs and stopped inches from his groin.

“Like it? I built it myself.” Zoku said seriously, without a smile.

(This is how she met her mechanic)

Character Sheet:

 

Name: Kinzoku Shinzo (Metal Heart) Nickname: Zoku
Race: Human (+1 INT, +1 Tech-Use, +1 Weaponry, +100 XP)
XP: 0
Level: 2
Age: 30
Exaltation: Promethean
Campaign: Plane of Jars
Player: JMM
Alignment: Tzeentch
Faction: Undecided

Characteristics:

Intelligence 4 [Creativity]
Wisdom 3
Willpower 3
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Strength 2
Dexterity 2
Constitution 3
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Charisma 1
Fellowship 1
Composure 2

Skills

Academic Lore 2
Arcana 0
Common Lore 0
Crafts 3
Forbidden Lore 0
Medicae 0
Perception 1
Politics 0
Tech-Use 4 [Repairing Machines]
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Acrobatics 0
Athletics 0
Ballistics 3
Brawl 0
Drive 0
Larceny 0
Pilot 0
Stealth 0
Survival 1
Weaponry 3
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Animal Ken 0
Charm 0
Command 0
Deceive 0
Disguise 0
Intimidation 0
Persuasion 0
Scrutiny 0

Backgrounds

Allies 0
Artifact 3 [Orichalcum Chain Sword] +1k0 to all Tests made to attack or parry, +3 to damage they inflict.Once per scene, reroll a damage roll made with this weapon.
Artifact 0
Backing 0
Contacts 1 [Mechanic]
Fame 0
Followers 0
Holdings 0
Inheritance 2 [Long Las]
Mentor 0
Status 0
Wealth 2

Hindrances

Grim Servant O’ Death
Impulsive

Feats

Mechanicus Implants
Academy: Weapon Proficiencies cost 50 XP
Weapon Proficiency (Las) : apply your Ballistic skill
Weapon Proficiency (Chain) : apply your Weaponry skill
Weapon Proficiency (Ordinary) : apply your Weaponry skill
Sound Constitution : +1 HP
Luminen Charge : You can recharge or jump start things with your Power.
Jaded : You never need to roll fear checks against normal scenes of gore and death. Supernatural effects will still cause you to roll fear normally.
Upgraded : [Mind Impulse Unit] +1k0 bonus to Tech-Use, Pilot, or Drive Tests used in conjunction with devices capable of MIU linking.

Power Stat

Generation 1 [Integrated Armor]

Resource Stat

Pyros 3

Can recharge after taking E damage, otherwise takes 1 hour per dot.

Devotion 6

Static Def: 25
Hit Points: 13
Mental Defense: 20
Resolve: 6
Speed: 4
Size: 4
Hero Points: 2
Armor: 4 [Integrated Armor]

Special Abilities

Gifted [Crafts] :1 less for determining how much XP it costs to improve it.
Ambidextrous: When attacking with two weapons at once, reduce the penalties by -1k0.
Wraithbone: As a free action, you may heal one Hit Point by spending a Pyros.
-2K1 all social rolls.
Critical damage per limb.
Immune to fatigue, poison and disease. Do not eat, sleep, drink or breathe.
Repair= Craft+INT. 15/20/25

Class List

Mech-Wright
- [Prereq: Tech-Use 3, Academic Lore 2, Craft 2]
- [Chara: INT, WIS, CON]
- [Skills: Tech-Use, Common Lore, Academic Lore, Weaponry, Ballistics, Drive, Pilot, Craft, Medicae]
- [Feats: Mechanicus Implants, Weapon Proficiency (Any), Armor Proficiency (Any) [Optional], Sound Constitution, Jaded, Luminen Charge]
- [Bonus: Gain the feat Upgraded(Uncommon)]

Enginseer
- [Prereq: Tech-Use 4, Academic Lore 2, Craft 3, Mechanicus Implants]
- [Chara: INT, WIS, CON]
- [Skills: Tech-Use, Common Lore, Academic Lore, Weaponry, Ballistics, Drive, Pilot, Craft, Medicae]
- [Feats: Mechadendrite Use, Ferric Lure, Chem Geld, Weapon Proficiency (Any), Armor Proficiency (Any) {Optional}]
- [Bonus: Gain the feat Upgraded(Rare)]

Languages

Human
Trade

Equipment

Package: Fire

Heavy Wrench (club), Las Pistol, Knife, Flak Vest, Combi-Tool, Data Slate, Torch, Bag of random fiddly bits, Robes or overalls (Good quality clothing).

Orichalcum Chainsword Melee 3k2 Rending P4 Rare Tearing
[+1k0 to all Tests made to attack or parry, +3 to damage they inflict.Once per scene, reroll a damage roll made with this weapon]

Long Las Basic 3k2 Energy P0 S/- 150m 20 Full Rare Reliable, Accurate
[Reliable weapons seldom fail. If it would Jam, the shot instead just misses.
Get an additional +1k0 bonus to hit when using an Aim action, and this is a basic weapon firing on single shot, it deals +1k1 damage for every two raises you get on the roll to hit with an Aimed attack. ]

Laspistol Pistol 2k2 E P0 S/- 30m 30 Full Com Reliable

Knife Melee, Thrown 1k2 R P0 VCom

Special Attacks

None.

XP Spent:

1000 [700 +100(Human) +200(Hindrance)]

Dot in Wealth (50 XP)
Mechancus Implants (100 XP)
Weapon Proficiency Las (50 XP)
Weapon Proficiency Ordinary (50 XP)
Sound Constitution (100 XP)
Luminen Charge (100 XP)
Wraithbone (100 XP)
Ambidextrous (100 XP)
Gifted (100 XP)
Jaded (100 XP)
Technology Use 3 to 4 (150 XP)