[Characters] Pile of Goobers

[Fragmaster01]

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20 point buy, no traits, max HP. Earth people, make a wishlist of items they'd have on them. Other Earthlings have max money.

 

+2 Dexterity, +2 Intelligence, -2 Constitution
+2 Sense Motive, Spellcraft. Spellcraft is always a class skill for unicorns.
Medium Size
Speed 35
Quadrupedal: Unicorns carry 1.5x their usual capacity, and gain +2 CMD versus Trip and Bull Rush. Unicorns with ranks in Ride can carry Small or smaller size riders.
Telekinesis: Unicorns can carry 1 item at a time with capacity equal to their Intelligence(instead of Strength). This can be used to wield a weapon or a shield, but not both.
Light: Unicorns have Light as a cantrip, at/will.
Horn Magic: Unicorns can cast spells without somatic components using their horn. They lose this ability without their horn, similar to how a human with their hands cut off is unable to cast somatic spells for a variety of reasons, some more painful than others. All spellcasting glows and is noticeable, unless you take the Still Spell feat, which instead makes their spellcasting subtle.

Racial Feats - You have to spend a feat to get one of these, they're not free.

• Multidexterity - DEX 13 or INT 13 - You can hold multiple items with your Telekinesis, so long as you don't go over the weight limit. This counts as Two-Weapon Fighting for all intents and purposes, mechanical and otherwise, though it doesn't help you fight with more than two weapons.
• Impalement Horn - 1st level - Your unarmed strike deals 1d6 PRC damage, X2. Monks instead gain +1 to damage, and deal piercing.
• Self Lift - WIS 13 - Add your INT to Acrobatics instead of STR. Additionally gain +2 to Acrobatics.

[Muggins]

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Uh, There's Been A Slight Mix-Up Here Names: Egami Megumi and Ursula Byname: Erika Origin: Other Earth Gender: Female Race: Kitsune Class: Tactitian (Battle Medic) Appearance: I don't always take human form - in fact, I still don't really know how - but when I do, I'll do it with style. Hopefully. As a kitsune born from eastern myths, Erika's natural form is of a humanoid fox; that's fur, a tail and a set of nasty-sharp teeth, if it wasn't clear. She's an earthy shade of cream, with two big eyes a shade of crisp hazel. Her ears are remarkably large, even given the standards of her race, and she refrains from dressing up any more than is expected. Since she's still not terribly sure of how her human form is supposed to work, she hasn't actually made an effort to figure out how she looks as one - not yet, anyway. Personality: Remember the three As, Erika: Approving, Approachable, Adaptable. Unless she sees an opportunity to ply her own sense of humour - namely, tricking other people or making them look silly - she's a determined stoic. She has a greater fondness of gaining friendship through hardship than by circumstance, and occasionally has issues of trust. While she enjoys the company of others and does try to afford offending them, she can be uncomfortably forceful, impersonal and unconcerned by matters of personal space. Although she was always quite fond of the human legends, their recent attempt at reality-altering magic has left her wary. Background: I heard the tales of a place called Japan, back on that place you call "Earth." I always wanted to see it.   Erika was born and raised amongst her kin, living as closely with the wilds as they could manage. Sure, they weren't on the same level as the elves or vanara, but they had their place amongst the shrub and undergrowth. They uttered tales of the old times, when their greatest folk could skip between worlds and into a place called Earth; a place where they could shapeshift into "humans" to dance among them. An art long lost, of course - why, the proposition of furless, mundane creatures was preposterous. Even orcs could wield magic or be warriors! Of course, when the humans decided they'd just go and tear down the barrier between worlds and force their way in, things quickly began to change. For some of the races, like the halflings, the appearance of a bizarrely similar race was something akin to an inconvenience. For the kitsune who had lived at ground zero for generations, however, things got a bit messy. They're still not sure if all the blood and gore lying about is from people being torn apart by the event or from humans and kitsunes being forcibly smushed together like so much warm toffee. With the ability to change between human and kitsune forms having been inexplicably restored to them, Erika and her kind were obviously quite confused. They didn't know how to control their new-old ability, and those who did change were often rather different in terms of their personality. Furthermore, a surprising variety of building and gizmos had appeared out of nowhere, not to mention a large number of the mythical "humies" being transported along with their village. As one of the young-bloods of the clan and as the winner of the local hunter-gatherer tournament three years in a row, Erika was elected to investigate their visitors with a few other scouts. Without any explicit, no-questions-asked orders to the contrary, she promptly decided that information could be best gathered by making first contact.

 

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[Fon]

 

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Character Details Name: Manacoat Origin: Other Earth Race: Unicorn Class: Wizard Gender: Male Background:   Background Manacoat is one of the many apprentices of a master unicorn wizard called Magelord the Blue. Funny name to be sure, but people generally don't argue about the name of someone who can blast you to pieces in six seconds, especially when that name was declared by that someone in question. So an apprentice of someone that powerful must be pretty powerful too, right? ... Well, not really. You see, Magelord has more than a hundred apprentices, most of them are young unicorns who have nothing better to do or have been pushed aggressively by their parents to become "magical". The system Magelord used isn't really the "master and his students" kind, but instead the "master and his students, and his students' students, AND their students' students" system. And you guessed it, Manacoat is at the bottom of the ladder. It was yet another boring day where everyone tries to be a master wizard or something, until the news of those strange creatures called "humans" appeared in their world. Manacoat wasn't able to get to the scene himself, but he heard that those weird lifeforms have neat gadgets, like Cellphones and Guns! He doesn't know what any of those do, but it sounds like fun. And fortunately for Manacoat, a few weeks after the unicorns' initial contact with the humans, some of those people seemed to have decided to settle in their world permanently. In fact they even brought their houses with them! One can only imagine what they're capable of. Skipping all of his academic duties (because they probably can't tell when one student is missing), Manacoat headed toward one of the sites where the humans have reported to settle in. Appearance:   Appearance Manacoat is a misleading name, because his coat is plain grey, and there's nothing magical about his coat. Manacoat's main physical identifiers are probably his hair/mane style and the standard issued cloak for all apprentices of Magelord. More advanced students certainly get fancier cloaks, but the one Manacoat has is a simple and unimpressive dark blue cloak. Personality:   Personality Manacoat is certainly a curious sort, often wondering what lurks in those dark forests and what their grandmaster Magelord does in his pastime. While the magic he practice is cool and useful, but it just doesn't seem so... magical to him anymore, as he grew up learning it and everyone around him can cast spells anyway. If the humans hadn't arrived he would probably kept studying and become a powerful enough wizard and explore those cursed woods... or something like that. Good thing the humans came along, now Manacoat can instead try and learn all about them, like if they're the horrible creatures some myth seemed to have suggested (like those who, gasp, rides horses! Rude.) Despite him being an apprentice of a master's apprentice's apprentice, Manacoat is actually quite smart and sensible, especially compared to some of his peers who only want to learn how to throw fireballs with their mind.

[Caput]

 

Box! Name: Dylan Alistair Origin: Original Flavour Earth Race: Vanara (formerly human) Class: Fighter (lore warden) Gender: Male Appearance:   Dylan is a skinny spider monkey person with dark brown bristly fur and a nervous disposition. He's got long gangly limbs which make his body look small and a stance that hides the true extent of his height, but he's still more human shaped than monkey shaped. His tail is long and often used to carry things or notch arrows. His eyes have gone from unremarkable and brown to huge and deep blue. He stares at things intensely, like he's trying to memorise them. He is usually found inside a hero of life hoodie and an old pair of grey jeans. Since his transformation he always carries his quiver and bow and has sworn off shaving and shoes forever. His wrists are adorned with arm bands from the many gigs and festivals he has hidden at the backs of over the last few years. His eye-contact skills are terrible and his crippling shyness obvious. Background: Very Bad Things have clearly happened to Dylan. He doesn't talk about it and these days doesn't even think about it that much, but the important thing is he was never prepared for normal life. He hasn't lived an angst-filled life of isolation, but he has been a borderline recluse, focusing on hobbies and skills rather than work and friends. He enjoyed archery, so he practised a lot and got very good. He larped, he re-enacted, he competed and somewhere along the line he started winning prizes. By the time he got sucked into the Other Earth he was taking his first steps as a pro archer. He's about 19. Personality: He's not good with people, preferring books and computers because he can throw them in the bin if they become unreasonable. He likes you and pretty much everybody else too, but you scare the hell out of him. The consensus among those closest to him is that this is both adorable and sad. Dylan is brave, focused and knows his strengths but he struggles to even talk. If a negotiation were to go south and turn into a fight, he'd be relieved; everything was so scary and complicated, but now he can just kill the jerks. Problem solved. He could benefit from a hug, but if you were to hug him he'd stiffen and remain stiff for some time. Since Other Earth has a lot of demand for his only significant skill, he had few attachments back home and he much prefers being a Vanara, Dylan has no intention of ever returning to Earth. Even if Other Earth turns out to be a worse place, that just means it needs him more. Other Nonsense: Dylan is Lawful Good, has a Charisma score of 5 and can go to sleep in almost any time or place if he desires. He is a pretty good driver and better than average at math, but these skills will not help him at all. He can be compulsively neat, but he's too introverted to be annoying about it.

[InsaneFox]

 

 

I am tired of having my character sheets messed with by the RPG Crossing demons in the machine.... so posting this so I have a legit record of my character in case I have to reapply information.

Imoan Alot
Sylph Monk (Qinggong Monk) 1
LN Medium outsider (native)
Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +7
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Defense
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AC 17, touch 17, flat-footed 13 (+3 Dex, +1 dodge, +3 untyped)
hp 10 (1d8+2)
Fort +3, Ref +5, Will +5
Resist electricity 5
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee unarmed strike +3 (1d6/×2)
Special Attacks flurry of blows, stunning fist (1/day, DC 13)
Spell-Like Abilities
1/day—feather fall (DC 11)
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Statistics
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Str 10, Dex 17, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 16, Cha 10
Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 17
Feats Dodge, Improved Unarmed Strike, Stunning Fist, Weapon Finesse
Skills Acrobatics +7, Perception +7, Sense Motive +7, Stealth +7
Languages Auran, Common
SQ ac bonus, stunning fist (stun), unarmed strike
Other Gear Backpack (empty), Belt pouch (empty), Blanket, Grappling hook, Mapmaker's kit, Monk's outfit, Pocketed scarf, Rope, Soap, Survival kit, Trail rations, Waterskin, 23 GP, 7 SP, 9 CP
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Special Abilities
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AC Bonus +3 The Monk adds his Wisdom bonus to AC and CMD, more at higher levels.
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only).
Energy Resistance, Electricity (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Electricity attacks.
Flurry of Blows -1/-1 (Ex) Make Flurry of Blows attack as a full rd action.
Improved Unarmed Strike Unarmed strikes don't cause attacks of opportunity, and can be lethal.
Mapmaker's kit +2 Circumstance for Survival to avoid becoming lost.
Stunning Fist (1/day) (DC 13) You can stun an opponent with an unarmed attack.
Stunning Fist (Stun) (Ex) At 1st level, the monk gains Stunning Fist as a bonus feat, even if he does not meet the prerequisites. At 4th level, and every 4 levels thereafter, the monk gains the ability to apply a new condition to the target of his Stunning Fist. This conditio
Unarmed Strike (1d6) The Monk does lethal damage with his unarmed strikes.

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Name: Naomi Tola Imoan Alot
Origin: A mirror
Race: Slyph
Class: Qinggong Monk
Gender: Female

Appearance: Naomi Imoan is a relatively short Slyph girl with long white hair and strange blue red tattoos and eyes. Imoan, like other members of the Slyph race, wears very little clothing; however, unlike normal Slyphs, Imoan doesn't seem to have a prevailing wind about her. Imoan is right left handed.

Background: Imoan came from a mirror with a magical disposition to murder the person who looks exactly like her (but backwards). Okay, so I suppose a little more backstory is required. Once there was a girl named Naomi Tola. Naomi was a strong, healthy young student of Kabuto Kimma; a monk who had found Naomi as a small child and trained her in the art of ki manipulation...

Her master, however, was late in his years, and died before Naomi could fully come into her training. Left without a master to teach her, Naomi set off into the world, to develop her blossoming ki abilities on her own.

Her first destination was a town 5 miles down the mountain. However Naomi had a poor sense of direction.

Naturally, she went off and got lost in the woods, and then found herself in a desert. Shortly after she found a ravine, and promptly (but accidentally) fell into it. Naomi eventually woke up and stumbled upon a forgotten ruin.

Inside of the ruin she found a mirror, and the person behind the mirror began to move on its own and emerge from it. Naomi, for some reason, freaked out and ran away as fast as she could. She fled the ruin and stumbled into a forked path at the bottom of the ravine. As with all important decisions involving direction in her life, Naomi ran left (because left is always right, which often leads to confusion and bouts of dejavu).

Imoan Alot was born in this world with an uncurable hatred, it's as if this Mirror of Oppositionmagical device that created her, summoned her for one purpose; to kill herself (?). Seeing herself fleeing from the ruin, Imoan gave chase. However when Imoan arrived at the fork, she did what Imoan always does in situations involving direction... she ran right (because right is clearly right, right?)

Needless to say, she has found that; in order to kill oneself, you must find yourself (which sounded awfully philosophical and reminded her of some old man that she didn't know)... and set out on a quest to find her dopplegangee(?).

Thus far, Imoan has had no luck in murdering herself (which explains why she still exists), but she has made very important discoveries otherwise. Like, for example, the world is a much bigger place than a forgotten room in a lost ruin. And that most things (all things, actually... except for one) in the world didn't revolve around her finding and murdering her twin for no actual reason.

Note: this wouldn't stop her from murdering herself should they(?) ever cross paths, however, the revelation has allowed her to take more time to pursue other interests. Like delicious foods and interesting people! In fact, she has grown to love people (even the mean ones), and was extra-delighted to find that a whole bunch of them had just suddenly appeared in her world!

Personality:Imoan has a bubbly, bright eyed view of the world; partially due to the fact that she is kind of an idiot who Low Intelligencedoesn't know anything... however the other part is due to the fact that she seems to have a certain high wisdom!enlightenment about the world, granting her unyielding optimism. Imoan hardly ever lies, but is never too cross when others lie to her. Despite her intuition and sharpened instincts, the monk-in-training has a notoriously bad sense of direction. Additionally, she never quite understands why people smirk whenever she says her name. She likes new experiences (since everything is new for her), making friends, and helping people; which all seem to go hand-in-hand.

Additional details: Imoan Alot has no actual memories of Naomi Tola, besides her 'name', and general skill-set. Of which, she is able to realize that her training is far from complete, and makes strides towards self-learning how to enhance and control her powers. (To enable her to help people more... and eventually kill herself.)

[Yuul]

 

The Thing Name: William 'Seriously, just Will please' Keith Race: Human Gender: I'm a guy, can't really believe you had to ask. Age: 23 Origin: Earth, I'm not from Mars or something, sheesh. Class: Sorcerer(Draconic, possibly going into Dragon Disciple) Alignment:   With these new powers I could be totally EVIL and conquer the world or something! Hmm... On second thought, according to most of the fantasy authors and the hollywood writers where these things and powers exist, villainy never really pays off. Some hero with a sword comes along, beheads the big bad evil guy(or gal) and walks away with riches, fame, and the girls. And I don't really want to sit around all apathetic and NEUTRAL while someone else gets to do the cool stuff, I've done that my whole life already. So what if I be the hero? YEAH! Then I'd get the cool story, the gold(this place does seem to be your typical fantasy land), and the girls! But wait, I don't want to be like a cop or something, always bound by some crazy rule or procedure, assuming they still have those here, so I suppose that makes me CHAOTIC GOOD. Yeah! That'll work. Background:   William(It's Will!) Keith was born twenty-three years ago, as has already been said, in the same small town he's lived in his whole life, minus the odd road trip to visit relatives or vacations. His life was for the most part hardly worth the effort of detailed retelling, after all nothing much ever happened in this town anyway(Until now you mean.). He made good grades in school, save in math once he reached high school, and even went on to a decent community college. It was good for a while, but his grant money fell through and he was forced to leave, only missing that one math course he couldn't pass to graduate(Why I'd ever need to know how do math beyond the basic four, fractions, and square roots in real life I'll never know.), and return to the same town he had grown up in. He'd spend the next couple years working a dead end part time job at a local store, and any free time gaming with friends. William(For the love of God, it's Will!) had settled into a pattern that he had kind of expected his life to follow until he died. Of course, that's when this whole messed up inter-dimensional incident happened. Honestly he kind of expected the military, assuming they were the ones behind it, to have more common sense that to do something like this. But oh well, can't change it. On to the more important matters, like the effects this mess straight from a b sci-fi movie script had on him. After all, he is fairly certain he wasn't able- Enough! I'll take it from here pal! Okay, where were we? Oh yeah! I'm pretty certain I never shot fire from my hands before this mess started, not that I'm complaining as it's pretty damn cool, and I know for a fact that yesterday I was a slightly overweight and very out of shape small town guy. Now? Now I have magic powers at my disposal, which are as said pretty damn cool, an almost toned figure, though that's such girlish word, let's use physique instead, and I can turn my hands into claws that look like they could wreck someone's day. It's all very cool, and even the patches of scales would be neat, except for one thing. One simple little thing. They were PINK! Soft pastel pink! And my hands, when I turn them into claws, they are covered in the stuff! How am I supposed to be a cool and epically badass hero with pink scales? Sure, there's only three small patches, but yesterday there were none! What if I get covered in them by the end of the week? I'm gonna be laughed at for the rest of my life, this is humiliating! Okay, okay, just breath... Let's look on the bright side, if there even is one. Come on, there's got to be something about this that could be worse. Well, I suppose they could have sparkles on them. That would absolutely suck. Or they could rainbow colored. Yeah, things could be worse. And I can always just roast anyone that laughs with these new fire powers. Hah, firepower. Although that doesn't sound very heroic at all. But yeah, things could be worse. *Glances in mirror* Ah! My eyes! Why are my eyes PINK! Appearance:   Alright, let's take stock, what do I look like as of this whole messed up and FUBARed series of events? Well, I haven't shrunk or grown much, still about six feet so that's good. My hair's black now, kinda reminds me of my brief goth phase, only lasted about a month though. There's a thought, I could maybe find a way to dye these scales black, I'd look a lot more badass. No idea how to pull that off though. Which brings us to the aforementioned scales I guess. I got a strip of the pink things vertically across my left eye, like one of those cliche but cool scars you see in games. Got another largish patch of the scales on the back of my left forearm, not to bad, and the last patch is on top of my right foot. My eyes? Well my eyes are pink now apparently, I'll never be able to look my mirror self in the eye again with respect will I? Let's not dwell on that. Moving on, I'm wearing a costume black cloak I got for a Halloween party a few years back, because anyone who has magic powers has got to have a cool cloak right? What else? Looks like the black jeans from yesterday and a red slogan t-shirt. Not the best of clothes for your up and coming mage, but I'll make do. I need staff or something staffish right? Ah! My dice cane I got that convention out of town a while back. Complete with a concealed sword that I don't know how to use even! Should work for now.

[Konton]

 

 

Name: Marcus Zegalbuster/ Almond Lobelia The Joy Thief
Origin: Earth,
Race: I'm a pony... Why the... why am I a pony with a horn on my head?
Class: Rouge
Gender: Supposed to be Male, Am now Female. Again, why?
Appearance: Well just looked at a mirror not to long ago, I seem to be the average height for …. other ponies, again (whhhhhy). I seem to be the fulfillment of little girls dreams if the horn jutting out from my forehead is any indication. The horn seems to be the same shade of dark red, something close to moist red velvet cupcake. My hair... mane looks to be a dark indigo, my eyes are a light green... All this I can deal with, I'm not happy about any of these changes but the thing that just right our pisses me off about this? Well the most telling thing, is the fact that instead of the firebird tattoo that I should have there's a Peep on my left side. Once more I ask WHY!?

Background: There's not much to tell really. When I was about ten my family moved to a town stuck in the mountains away from anywhere lively I could get to. We moved since mom got a job at some lab that was near the town and dad was able to get work as a florist, he's why I know a few things about flowers. Around that time I realized just how pointless my life was. It started as a general boredom that grew, I tried to learn new things but it didn't help. I'm not an idiot by any means, but I just couldn't find anything to put what I learned towards. So I stopped trying, I just coasted through school as I put up living in that town. My parents were no help, mom was too focused on her work and dad, well lets just say he spent a bit too much time in the greenhouse growing more than just flowers. Around fourteen I learned how to pick locks, my first practice was done on the liquor cabinet that mom kept well stocked for her daily drink. After that I would sneak out some of dad's regular smokes every so often, it was the encouragement I needed to go out and see what else I could grab. It was just small things here and there, but each one gave me a thrill. I made a few acquaintances that helped to relieve the boredom, though really they were best at providing better access to smokes and cheap beer. Things were going on that route with little chance for change. My grades weren't good enough for a scholarship anywhere with a pulse and after an incident where I did get caught and arressted when I was seventeen had my parents pull the offer to help with college till “I learned to behave like an adult”. Suffice to say I was happy to see their faces when I showed off the tattoo on my lower back after I had turned eighteen. And after a year of putting up with everything then I was getting antsy to get away however I could... just didn't expect this.

Personality: Don't you even dare trying to put me in a box, weirdo. I'm surly, easy to get rilled up, and have no problem taking what I need what I can. What can I say, nabbing things helps me get over whatever situation I'm in makes me feel better.