[Characters] Application

[MeredithS]

Please copy and paste your Application below

Here is your Action Block for combat (feel free to include it in your normal posts).

 

Actions and Battle Information-Your Name
Action:	n/a
Bonus Action:	n/a
Reaction:	n/a
Movement:	n/a
Initiative: put modifier here	n/a
Dice Rolls:	n/a
Spell Slots:	000 (example please change)
Continuous Effect:	Mage Armor (8 hours) (example please change)
Adverse Effects:	n/a

Your Stat Block should include the following in addition to whatever else you'd like to have on there.

Weapons you wield including Attack and Dmg Modifiers and/or Prepared Spells with spell slot availability and use (0/4, for example)

Any continuous effect that your character may be under. (Mage Armor, etc) Basically anything that you want me to remember is active on a normal basis even out of combat.

AC, HP, Saving Throw Modifiers, Resistances/Immunities/Vulnerabilities, Your vision type (Darkvision, etc), Your Speed and languages.

Here is an Example of what I usually use. Your encounters will have a similar stat chart during combat for the Party and Enemy. You are more then welcome to use this, as I've stolen it and tweaked it to my own liking a million times. It's heavily coded but I only change it rarely (rests, levels, etc.)

 

Ember- Fire Genasi- Wild Magic Sorceress Lvl 2. Str 8 Dex 15 Con 17 Int 9 Wis 8 Cha 15
Attribute Mod Str -1 Int -1 Dex +2 Wis -1 Con +3 Cha +2 Sheet	Defenses HP 16/16 N/A - AC 15* N/A-   Resistants Fire N/A - N/A - N/A -	Field Percep 9 Init +2 Speed 30,N/AN/A Senses DV 60ft H. Pts 0	Saving Throws STR -1 INT -1 DEX +2 WIS -1 CON* +5 CHA* +4 N/A - Under Construction...etc	Languages Common Infernal Primordial 0/2 Per Long Rest Sorcery Points	Equipment Bedroll   Rations (1 day)   Torch 9 Waterskin   Fine Clothes Crossbow,Light Crossbow bolts 20 Daggers 2 Mess Kit   Orb (arcane focus)   Pouch   Spells Prepped Absorb Elements 1 Burning Hands 1 Mage Armor 1 --Cantrips--   Control Flames   Create Bonfire   Fire Bolt Prestidigitation   Produce Flame   Actions Crossbow (L.) +4 Dmg 1d8+2 Daggers +4 Dmg 1d4+2 Notes Wild Magic Surge Roll EVERY time with Spell Cast (not Cantrips). Tool Prof in Playing Card Set. Weapon Prof in Crossbow (L.) Dagger, Dart, Quarterstaff and Sling. Prof in Armor= None

Currency
0	0	14	0

Misc. Information on Tables
* = Proficiency * = Spell affected (Mage Armor)

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[Giot]

 

Veranova Veranova's Theme: Dark Matter Name: Veranova (Nova) Citizenship Choice: N/A Race: Tiefling Class: Demi-goddess Alignment: NE Background Option: N/A Appearance: A tiefling just entering her middle age. Her skin, hair, and eyes all had a purple tint. Her features were pretty but hardened by years of torment and torture and subsequent years of conquest and dominance. Weathered lines hinted at the edges of her eyes, lips, and brow. Even standing 5'8", her stiff stature and demeanor usually overshadowed even the largest humanoids and monsters she interacted with. She was slim, and while her muscles are small they are incredibly toned. Personality: Veranova was direct and forceful. She knew what she wanted and demanded it without hesitation. She was cold, calculated, direct. Her sense of humor, such as it was, was dark and twisted. She cared for no one and nothing other than herself and her dominance over others. She views other people as tools to serve some purpose for her. The world had taught her that there were those with power and those without. She strove to dominate every room she was in, every meeting, every interaction, every encounter. To compromise was to show weakness. When she was younger, she had learned to be good at hiding and sneaking. Lying came naturally, though as she gained her magical abilities she found her need to lie was replaced with her ability to command those around her easily. She would bargain when she had to, but she always came out with the better end of the dealing. She was generally unwilling to play at politics and tended to do a poor job of it, favoring her magical powers and dominating personality over guile and cunning. Trait: If you do me an injury, I will crush you, ruin your name, and salt your fields. Trait: Others are unimportant compared to the grand designs of the universe, and I plan to be more than a cog. Flaw: I know all. I am not wrong, and any who disagree with me are foolish whelps. Background: Nova had a very ugly childhood. She was daughter to a devil and a mother who died in childbirth. Nova grew up an orphan, suffering heavy abuse. Authority figures treated her the worst. She was raped and beaten by guards, nobles passed her around and took turns abusing and torturing her. At some point, around 8-10, her magical abilities manifested as a defensive mechanism. She was able to escape shortly after laying waste to the minds of those who had tormented her for years. The morning after she left, the handmaid stumbled upon her nobleman's corpse, along with 5 other wealthy men. All with blood pooling from their ears, eyes, and noses. Nova survived on the streets, working on her magical talent in secret. She kept her exposure to the outside world minimal, and visible use of magic even rarer. At first, she found a little magical oompf to a small smile could go a long way towards having an interaction swing her way, but over time she found her magic was capable of commanding the obedience of others. In no time at all, she went from making marginally better trading deals to having vendors offer her their entire inventory if she so wished. She amassed significant wealth, and, with it, power. Her magic continued to improve exponentially, as did her coffers. She could lay waste to armies and pay for mercenary armies to march with her. She enacted vengeance for a childhood she never had, replaying the violent dominance which she had suffered under for years. The citizens of Cae'Lara who wouldn't kneel to her were buried by her. She marched an army across the world, gathering supporters with power and coin, and destroying everything which stood in her way. She sought more and more power, eventually turning her attention to the gods. She became obsessed with overthrowing the pantheon themselves. She began seeking out the mages of Laepi who had evaded her destruction. She dominated them, invaded their minds, warped their souls. She pulled their knowledge from every deep dark corner of their minds, leaving them hollow shells of the people they once world. She channeled their magic through her, and over time became more powerful. Nova became the most powerful magic wielder in all of Cae'Lara, likely since the creation itself. She tapped into the very fabric of the universe itself, positive and negative energy flowed through her like water through a dam. She attained demi-goddesshood, and, with it, immortality. She turned her attention to the pantheon. It was only through divine intervention that she was finally stopped, though she couldn't be killed. The battle between the divines nearly tore the world asunder, and her armies were laid to waste. Millions of lives perished, and the gods wiped her name from history. She was sealed away, mind, body, and soul, and her prison buried beneath the mountains. She spent millennia imprisoned. Initially, she feared there to be no escape, no way for her to ever leave the void of this prison. Slowly though, she began to feel the stirrings of the energy of the universe. They were as hushed notes in a symphony she could not hear. Millenia passed, and the orchestra grew slightly louder, the notes slightly clearer, until one day she mustered the energy to pluck a cord of her own. A single note of discord injected into the multiverse, a leaf fell from a tree, a butterfly beat its wing, and the path of her escape was laid. To preserve herself, she stored a core piece of her being away. Some might call it her inner child, others might call it her raw personality. Regardless, Nova's mind birthed Vera in that eternal prison. An untainted, raw spark of what Nova could have been had she not been twisted by the power she had unlocked. Nova knew the road had been laid, the world which she had conquered so long ago, along with the door to her eternal prison, would be unhinged. What happened after... not even the gods themselves could see. Contacts: N/A RP Sample: Extraction Her face was hard, brow slightly furrowed. Her lips were naturally pursed. Her hair, straight and clean, flowed past her shoulders. Her eyes could pierce deeper than the sharpest dagger. She wore a jet black robe, fitted to her figure down to her thighs where the material loosened enough to allow for fluid movements. A black belt with a grey border and a bright emerald gem set within its clasp sat tight around her waist. The low neckline was form-fitted to Nova, hugging her body. The sleeves were fitted tight on her upper arm and loosened at the elbow. The chair she sat on was simple. A plain wooden thing with no armrests, cushions, or decorations. It was the best she could do so far from her home, but it didn't matter. She sat in it as a schoolmarm whose switch had been shoved up her behind and had been forced to sit. Her arms lay in her lap, and she didn't touch the backrest. Her shoulders stood proud, and her chin tilted up slightly. It was a stark contrast to the mage crumpled on the floor a few feet in front of her. He wore a loose, light blue robe with white trim. The hood was ripped and blood from his forehead had stained the collar. His white hair was tattered, and the wrinkles on his hands and face were creased with age. The man was beyond old, and he was one of the last that she believed she needed. It had taken her months to track him down. The mages were getting better at hiding from her, but in the end, they always wound up prone before her. The room she inhabited was inordinately large. A banquet hall in the keep her army had just seized. It sat largely empty, other than her chair and the man lying on the floor. A few rays of sunlight were the only decorations, making the room seem even larger. She had made a habit of destroying much of the decadent furnishings of those she conquered. Subjects seemed to respond better when separated from their fineries. Appearances mattered, but only to a point. After a point, actions mattered more, and every one of her actions was changing the direction of history. A faint smell of char hung in the air. "You know why you are here." It wasn't a question. Her reputation had long preceded her. It was why the mages she sought were getting harder and harder to find. She paused for a few moments, the echo of her voice in the great chamber fading until only the old man's raspy breath filled the emptiness. She nodded. "Good. Then you can either open yourself to me and make this easy on yourself or ... well, you know the alternative." The corners of her lips twitched upwardly in a wry smile. For years there hadn't been a mage she had captured who hadn't known what she would do to them. Some resisted, most didn't. Most didn't have what she wanted though. This one... she thought this one did. The mage grunted, and moved his hand with a groan. Her soldiers had been rough with this one, he had put up more of a fight than his appearance would have indicated he was capable of ... actions mattered more. "Don't resist. It never works." She stood. Her movement was swift and graceful. Her arms fell to her side and her back stiffened. She made the hollowed-out banquet hall seem so much smaller. She took three steps towards the man, her footsteps resonating within the room, filling it with her presence. She stopped and towered over the man who might have stood half a head taller than her, had he the strength to stand. He relaxed his arm, seeming to resign to his fate. She brushed his hair from his face. His ice-blue eyes were stern, perhaps he was going to resist after all. Never judge a book by its cover. She placed her open palm flat on his forehead, and both of their eyes turned as black as the void. Nova blinked. Her eyes returned to their natural amethyst hue. The man's eyes returned to his ice-blue as well, but his stare was vacant. His breath was slow and shallow, but there was no other signs of life in the mage. She had to go deep to get what she wanted from this one, deeper than most. He had been prepared, laid traps and even a rather clever decoy for her. But none the less, she had gotten what she wanted. She always did. She wiped her hand on his robe and stood. She walked towards the door, footsteps echoing throughout the chamber.

Vera Name: Vera Citizenship Choice: Irix Race: Tiefling Class: Warlock (Undying) Alignment: N Background Option: Amnesiac Appearance: A young tiefling in her early twenties. Her skin, hair, and eyes all have a deep purple tint. Her features are pretty but hard. Her face naturally rests in a glower that tends to put off others even more than her horns. Her smile is rare but incredibly striking. She stands straight, though her movements and stature are flexible and lithe. Personality: Cautious. Selfish. Defensive. Vera doesn't let her guard down. She expects others to pull their weight and will pull hers as well but won't pull it first without knowing she isn't being taken advantage of. She generally assumes anyone she meets is looking to steal from her or worse. Even those she has known for a long time she will keep at an arm's length. Her words, the few that she speaks, are calculated and intentional. Her sense of humor is dark, but she can have a few bright moments. Occasionally she may even laugh, though that will usually be at the expense of other people. While she may not be the most outgoing girl, she can be charming enough when the need suits her. Trait: I think anyone who's nice to me is hiding evil intent. Trait: I am utterly serene, even in the face of disaster. Flaw: I believe that everyone is beneath me. Background: N/A Contacts: Custom RP Sample: Veranova's Lullaby: The Witch's Daughter The time draws near ... ... The world has grown ancient in our absence ... ... The world is full of danger, trust only us ... ... The world will be made anew, a world to shape and mold ... ... We will rise again and take what was taken from us ... ... Rest now, the time draws near Vera's Theme: Blood Red Rose Something changed. Something felt... wrong... different... Light! There was light! Vera's eyes flung open. Just as quickly, she shut them tight and reached both hands up, pressing palms against her eyelids. Her eyes stung against the bright light, like she hadn't used them in... she couldn't remember. She couldn't remember anything other than the feeling that there had been a fleeting moment just on the other side of the light. What it was... she wasn't sure. Slowly she lifted her palms from her eyes and squinted them open slowly. She had no idea where she was. She was in a bed, that was a start. She was wearing clothes, but they felt wrong. They were loose, baggy. She stood, her legs wobbled underneath her for a moment before she adjusted. Movements took effort. Her arms felt heavy, her legs didn't respond, her head weighed on her neck. Regardless, her mind was sharp. She took in the room through eyes that were slowly adjusting to the assaultive brightness. Four other beings were there, sleeping, as she must have been moments before. Vera slowly made her way to a darker corner of the room, using the furniture for support along the way. She leaned her back against the wall and allowed her eyes to fully adjust. It took a surprising amount of time, and in that time she assessed the situation. She had no clue where she was or how she had gotten there... she still knew who she was... kind of... she was Vera, and that was a start at least.

 

Actions and Battle Information-Vera
Action:	n/a
Bonus Action:	n/a
Reaction:	n/a
Movement:	n/a
Initiative: +1	n/a
Dice Rolls:	n/a
Spell Slots:	O O
Continuous Effect:	n/a
Adverse Effects:	n/a

 

Name: Vera, Level: 3, Class: Warlock (Undying), Race: Tiefling HP: 24/24, HD: 3, Initiative: +1 Speed: 30 Senses: Passive Perception 12, Darkvision (60 ft) AC: 11 Prof Bonus: +2 Skill Proficiencies: Deception, Intimidation, Investigation, Persuasion Abilities: Str 8, Dex 13 Con 15 Int 11 Wis 14 Cha 17 Resistances/Immunities: Advantage against Disease, Undead that target Vera must make a DC 13 (my spell DC) Wis save. On failure, they must choose a new target or waste the spell/attack. On success, or if you target the creature with an attack or spell, the creature is immune to this effect for 24 hours.Among the Dead Weapon: - Condition: Normal Spell DC: 13 Spell Attack Bonus: +5 Spells/SLA Warlock Spells: Cantrips: Encode Thoughts, Friends, Mind Sliver, Prestidigitation, Spare the Dying, Thaumaturgy, Vicious Mockery Ritual Spells: Alarm, Detect Magic Racial (1/day each): Charm Person Warlock Spells: Hold Person, Id Insinuation, Mind Thrust, Suggestion Spell Slots: O O