Character Description

[jj_wolven]

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I will post the current party in this first post.

Unforgiven

John Yug John Yug would be a machinist/blacksmith/steam smith/clockwork crafter/gun crafter/alchemist. He would live in a small shanty workshop and mans a stand in the square during the day, taking orders for weapons, armor, and mechanical devices of all kinds. His best work is expensive, running thousands of gold, whereas the common things can be sold for ten to a hundred. He has a small suit ran by steam power that had two configurations, the first lets him walk and pull the suit behind him automatically, the second lets him sit in the suit and pilot it directly. He uses the suit for demonstrations of steam power and what he can build, and uses it for the more intensive pieces of work he does(the mechanical bits don't get tired). John also carries a pair of fancy revolvers, though no one has ever seen him draw one. He usually carries a crossbow on a sling as well. John Yug also works very closely with the ratmen scavangers to get the parts he needs to fill orders. If steamworks are ordered, he makes them and gives instructions on how to maintain them, also selling them the oils and various tools needed to maintain them, so they need to keep coming back to him. Outside of the Ratmen, he doesn't seem to do a whole lot, he is working on a clockwork automaton at his shop(which he can be seen doing in the evening after business hours), but has made little progress on it, the build seems to be extremely complex, far more so than anything he has previously built. Anyone who watches finds he has a very strict schedule, he gets up early in the morning, prepares his stall, puts his goods on display, and works there until he makes a big sale, or has enough sales to be worth heading back to build whatever was purchased. He works until dusk on his orders, then works on his clockwork automaton until full darkness, then closes up his shop and goes to the add on living quarter of his workshop. He is not a good salesman at all to anyone watching him sell. He frequently trades his work for worthless shiny baubles and trinkets left over from the old world, confusing many as to whether he is trying to make money, help the community, or maybe just has something wrong in the head. He gets the most excited for old world technology, and will go to great lengths to get it, trading his most expensive creations to get his hands on the old world tech that most people would consider useless, with a particular fondness for all things with circuitry. He also trades for corpses of various things from time to time. The ratmen would know his full history, so what I put above is what anyone not from Kansas City would know. Anyone from Kansas city that traveled in his caravan would know what he was and where he was from in Kansas City.

Jeffkevlar

Chester WhiteEye While he originally hails from Kansas City, Chester has been in Kalbee for some time, having arrived with the same caravan that brought John Yug. In Kalbee he lives in the Ratfolk Warren, a ramshackle pile of scrap wood, stone and twisted metals. He is used to the relatively large community of Ratfolk in the big city, so has had to get used to having much fewer of his kin around. Like in Kansas, the Ratfolk are scavengers, gathering pieces of discarded or lost machinery, parts, baubles and, well garbage. Chester's role in the community is as a protector. He accompanies them while they scavenge, keeping within the protective wards of Kalbee, keeping a watchful eye and his finger on the trigger of his ever-present guns. When there is no scavenging expidition happening he stays by their stall in the market, where they sell their rough wares, ensuring their safety. He is a friendly enough sort, with a polite nod for anyone, and is willing to chat, if not seek out new friends. Out of the residents of Kalbee he knows John Yug best. Chester does not understand John's true nature but has come to take him as he seems, a good companion. In the evenings Chester will visit the tavern for a drink or, more often, spend time at John's shack, quietly smoking a pipe, watching him work, making little conversation. He finds the 'man's steady, careful movements while constructing to be soothing. People who have come to know him will know that he is not ambitious. He wants to do his work, keep his people safe, and live his life. His only expressed goal is to find the parts to craft himself a pair of fine revolvers to replace the single shot pistols he carries, but it is taking time to acquire them because of the small size needed. As of yet he doesn't have any enemies in town, but he will feel a racial uneasiness around any Cat people.

Evil Abed

Grant Stalker Grant's been around Kalbee for a while. No one knows where he has come from but his arm draws attention from time to time. One thing everyone one knows is that he is decent with a gun and has been pretty consistent with bringing in bounties. He has been more than willing to help out with the caravans heading outside of the shield. Grant is relatively nice and easy enough to talk to. He speaks of being outside the shield for a while and many believe it to be him embellishing on the caravan trips. His latest trip was between Kansas City to Kalbee.

riktur63

Joya Dueclawe Joya is fairly well known around Kalbee. Her human adopted father Louis is a sitting member of the council. With her coloration, her odd dress and her obvious feline heritage, she kind of stands out in a crowd. She has worked as a dancer at That is if there is more than one.several of the taverns around town, but nearly everyone knows she has some magical aptitude. Her father Louis is known to be a magi. Surely he has taught her some of his magic over the years since he adopted her from a slave trader from Kansas City. She and Louis both are always on the lookout for old books. They have both been known to trade for old spell books as well. She currently has a Public trading boards around town or a central posting board whatever the case might be.public notice posted about having a book of spells for trade.

Caveman

Talam Tam has been living in the run-down old smallholding on the edge of the western forest in Kalbee for a couple of years now - if you can call it living. He's a sour type, maybe in his middle years, and doesn't much like conversation with his neighbors - or anyone for that matter. Curious thing is, the last five or six who've lived in the old cottage have all been like that - not looking the same, but no-good down-and-outers all of them. Tam (you think it's Tam, no-one's sure really) keeps a few scraggy chickens, scrapes some crops together each summer and mostly fills his yard with broken ale jars and foul looks. He's middling height, probably half-elf at least, with straggly dark hair he keeps tied back with an old bit of string. He wears a mangy fur cloak a size or more too big for him, even in the heat of summer and carries a battered old bag with him most of the time. The man's sour enough that even the scarred old fox that kills half the neighbours' chickens doesn't dare to take Tam's, though he skulks through the yard often enough. Strange thing is, no-one knows what Tam does most of the day. He walks out most mid-afternoons, the smell of old booze and wasted life clinging around him like a cloud of flies, and goes off into the forest. Some nights he comes back with the dusk, some he doesn't. He never seems to buy from the merchants in town, and the crops he grows shouldn't be enough to keep him alive - let alone sell to make money for the ale he puts down his neck each evening. Maybe he's got a still out there in the woods, and maybe he scavenges along the wardstones' borders, whatever the truth he's not likely to go telling you. Everyone's heard the story of the Jailish twins, a couple of local kids who thought throwing eggs at the weird old man's house would be fun dare. Everyone's heard it, most think it's exaggeration - but not many'll bet on it...

Makenshi

Alsei Meliae Alsei is a fairly petite young woman, lacking any defined muscles that would indicate any particular strength, but none the less rather lean and healthy looking. she can be quite evasive and sometimes even skittish, especially with people that she doesn't know, preferring to greet, speak and interact with people on her own terms. That isn't to say she is anti-social though, far from it, as quite apart from being a young, attractive woman, she is also very charming and talkative. Despite this, she has a tendency to keep people at arms length.

Alphaeus

Terrathon Manganious Drexus Silenus XVII Terry Len, as he usually calls himself, is a man that loves life. Despite his affection for booze and his "plants" he's usually sober, and even then he's never as out of things as he'll make you think. Despite his irreverent and dismissive attitude, he's also got a good head on his shoulders. In truth, he's learn that his choice of an indulgent life style makes people feel less threatened by him, and also not take him too seriously. This is usually to his advantage, particularly because behind his life-loving guise Terry is not above being a rather conniving fellow with things suit him -- whether that means seducing a young lady while seemingly oblivious to her affections or being just a day too late to save a farmer...but a day earlier than anyone else to claim his savings' stash. Still, he's good in his own rakish Robin Hood way, generally far more helpful and insightful than people give him credit. He's survived longer than most people who live his lifestyle, and that's enough for him. His life goal, if you ask him, is to build the life of perfect pleasure. Food, women, supplies, safety, importance...quite the hedonistic mentality, but one he is willing to pay for with sweat, dirty, and blood...and a nice soak in his hot tub.

 

Evil/Insane_Genius

Allen Farsteep Allen, is a human ranger from San Francisco. His animal companion is a rather huffy badger named Caeran. Allen stands tall, even for a human. His build is slight, though by no means slender. His hair is shoulder length and jet black. His eyes are a piercingly deep blue. His skin is a very pale white, which stands out in stark contrast from his dark clothing. He wears dark leathers and a dark green cloak with the hood pulled up. What little you can see of his hair seems to be a dark brown, and his eyes look you over in a piercing manner from under the shadow of his hood. Everything about his expression screams an intensity of personality. Covering the entirety of his lower face is a dark green bandana, covering him from nose to neck. He carries a large bastard sword across his back, and a very intricate bow as well. Several quivers adorn his belt, and it is obvious from the way he carries himself he is deadly with his bow. As he moves, he moves with the grace of a predator. It is obvious he makes his living in the wilds, hunting demons. His personality is quiet and reserved. He is constantly wearing a mask over the lower half of his face, and no one is really sure why. Only those who have seen what is underneath know why he feels it necessary. Snuffling round at his feet is a badger, who looks up momentarily at the newcomers then goes back to paying attention to the dirt. Allen stares at each of you, looking you up and down as annoyance clearly flits across his face. When he speaks, his voice is a raspy, grating sound, almost like sandpaper drawn across steel.

Krowout/DMPC

Kramer Cannith Junior Junior, is a human mechanic type from San Francisco. He has an iron defender (metal dog) homunculus named Ted. A middle aged man of average height with drak hair steps foreward wearing a labratory technician's over-coat filled out by years of eating well. He moves purposefully and wordlessly straps on a bandoleer. A perceptive viewer might see that his hands tremble just a bit but the casual observer would see only that he carries himself with dignity. The metal dog sits at his side oblivious and immobile. As chubby and unsuited for the dangerous outlands as Kramer looks, the dog looks perfectly suited to it with spikey protrusions along its length and a jaw full of metal teeth.

diabloblanco

Ishrasil Human cleric male from Colorado Springs. The party found him hiding in a cave. Ishrasil stands just under 6 feet tall, with a dark complexion and a fairly muscular build. His too-serious expression is often at odds with his garments: he wears enough jewelry and stylized armor to pass for a noble knight or a fop. These accoutrements are all to a purpose, however. His earrings, rings, and bracelets all hold pearls of power or other enchanted items, his armor's filigree consists entirely of statements of his faith, and his shield is itself a holy symbol. If he cared to smile more than once or twice a week, he would be quite handsome.

AlwaysCivilMike

Pierce Pierce, is a warforged fighter/juggernaut. He's from Colorado Springs, where Junior found him buried. He was previously known as Drog, at least until he changed his name IC. Standing a good 6’8”, the metal man was just enormous with broad shoulders and spikes jutting out in different places. Junior knew it had to have been one of the weapons of the old war

deadlleg

Marick Marick, is a human wizard from Colorado Springs.

Digorig

Rue Rue is a human Cleric from Colorado Springs, she heard of the mission and just wanted to help, so she tracked them down (followed the dead bodies). Rue is an attractive woman in her mid-twenties. Her 5’ 7”height and 130weight are average for the other human women of Colorado Springs. She has bright red hair like her mother and deep green eyes like her father; the best of both worlds.

-me

[LordJecks]

Character Name: Gaberial Douglass
(Physical) Description:
Stands around 4'7 and as all his dwarven kind he is rather stout of build looking to weight around 250lbs. His silver hair and golden eyes however differentiate him from other dwarves hinted at the possibility of a mixed heritage. His long silver beard falls down to his chest along side his braided sideburns. His silver hair is tied back in a short pony tail as to keep if rom his eyes. A single golden earing adorns his right ear

A slivery metal shirt chainshirt adorns his torso, atop which two shortswords are strapped onto a rugged looking pouched-belt. A white cotton shirt protrudes from under his chainshirt and a pair of brown woolen pants cover his thick legs Slung across his back is a plain and worn looking backpack and a composite longbow along with a quiver of arrows.

Visual Aid:
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[Digital Cheshire]

Character Name: Yu'Sarmi
Description: Yu'Sarmi appears as a young woman in her late teens or early twenties. She has a slender, petite frame with shortly cropped blond hair and green eyes. Her clothing seems rough and minimal, consisting of a badly worn simple robe tied in the front with a length of rope and sandals. Over her robe is a mithril chain shirt. Were she dressed in more elegant clothing, she would be considered beautiful.

Most striking, however, is her fluid and aggressive movement - more of a loping motion than a regular stride. Despite her small frame, she casually hefts a huge iron axe in one hand as if it weighs nothing. Surrounding her at all times is a predatory aura that instinctively puts people on edge - a sense of danger that never leaves.

[Neil]

A Female Pixie

A beautiful and dainty creature with the wings of a dragonfly. Kiaeva is dressed either in mud and the remnants of some clothes meant for woodland revelry or finest multicoloured silks with silver threads . Her hair is long and full of moss or red (red not ginger) and always wild.

She moves with considerable grace and reveals no portion of herself when doing so despite the apparent state of her attire.

[Evil/Insane_Genius]

Allen stands tall, even for a human. His build is slight, though by no means slender. His hair is shoulder length and jet black. His eyes are a piercingly deep blue. His skin is a very pale white, which stands out in stark contrast from his dark clothing. His clothing is mostly browns and greens. He carries a large bastard sword across his back, and a very intricate bow as well. Several quivers adorn his belt, and it is obvious from the way he carries himself he is deadly with his bow.

As he moves, he moves with the grace of a predator. It is obvious he makes his living in the wilds, hunting demons. His personality is quiet and reserved. He is constantly wearing a mask over the lower half of his face, and no one is really sure why. Only those who have seen what is underneath know why he feels it necessary.

[Grimfan]

Character Name: Malgron Thelos
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 122 Lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Red

Malgron is an interesting specimen, at first glance his only weapons appear to be two firearms, a long rifle on his back and a pistol at his side. On occasion when he is cleaning his metal appendage, it appears that a third weapon comes up and out of his wrist, a pistol made of a silver metal, his metal fingers cling to the trigger as he cleans it and works expert maintenance on his arm. He appears to be very adept at working on machinery and is interested in everything mechanical.

He is very short for a human, his skin is also off colored to a human, a dark and shiny color that mocks obsidian. His hair matches the color of his skin almost exactly, blending quite nicely the two protrusions on top of his head, small horns that give away a second lineage. His eyes seem to be a deep red, and every time they glow something happens to Malgron. He doesn't get angry, he just forgets much of what he has learned, his mind going to a blank once again, waiting for it to be filled by something, at least that's what he hopes. He constantly works on his memory by taking unfamiliar words and working on them with himself in a silent and habitual manner.

Besides his affinity with mechanical things, he is also adept at using magical items and this shows, wands and various other small relics protrude from his clothes like spikes in armor, his intelligence furthering this study of magical items. He wears modest clothes, a brown shirt missing one sleeve, a chain tunic over that, and brown pants, all of which cover everything but his metal arm, which he leaves unexposed to keep it cool.

[jj_wolven]

If the current description in Post 1 is not correct, please post a corrected description here and I will repost it in Post 1.

-me

[Alphaeus]

The Weed Man Character Name: Terrathon Manganious Drexus Silenus XVII Height: 6' 1" Weight: 200 lbs Age: 30 Race: (Tenative) Human. Class: Urban Druid (Synthesis of Dragon Compendium's Urban Druid and Pathfinder's Urban Druid. Will work out the details)   Additional Animal Companion Feat Background (In Character): So, before I decide to try to head back east, I thought should write down a few things about my past. Probably won't be heading home to see Mama and Dad anymore after this. I sat down with my father, and learned about who I was... Heritage "Ahem, well now son. Sit down over there -- jolly good, what. Sad to see you go, but stiff upper lip and all that. Now, yes yes, you want to know about your past. You come from a long line of Terrathon Manganious Drexus Silenuses..." I heaved a sigh, and sought to find if one of the family's brews -- or my pack of...uh..."necessary herbs"... -- was within reach. Unfortunately, that foresight I had not possessed. So, I was trapped. Again. I mean, I love my family. I do. But...I grew up with this...this...bagpipe blaring away every day about the long line of people who had lacked the creativity to come up with one damned new name for blessed sanity's sake! "Terrathon Manganious Drexus Silenus the First was a great man who came from a land across this one and a sea beyond. The names were gained -- earned -- over the course of time, each one of great and deep meaning. He claimed them and kept them as his own, forging a life in the times only shortly after the War. He crafted the first of the fermented drinks the family is now famous for. Married a beautiful young woman who was sturdy and strong, raised a single son. Terrathon Manganious Drexus Silenus the Second, was also great, in his own way. He mastered emptying the bottles his father filled. Married a woman who enjoyed doing the same. He, too, had just one son, starting what would be a family tradition of single sons -- sometimes many daughters, but always one son. Terrathon Manganious Drexus Silenus the Third, worked out a living refilling the bottles his father emptied, but the Silenuses were the brunt of a bit of isolation that forced them to become more independent. Not outcasts, but not as beloved as Silenus the First. His wife was a rather plain soul, but warm and loving to him. Terrathon Manganious Drexus Silenus the Fourth, therefore, decided that instead of trying to rebuild life in the locality where they lived, he would move. Obtaining a boat, they crossed the ocean over to this land. He was a great man too, mastered the art of sailing. Married a frail but stunning woman. Raised one son and one daughter, but after the second child his wife grew ill early, dying before he even sailed off from his homeland. His children grew up at sea. Unfortunately he never bothered with the art of swimming. Terrathon Manganious Drexus Silenus the Fifth thus had to finish the trip alone as a teenager. Having seen his father die, he mastered the art of swimming...and diving and fishing as well. In fact, he made an entire living off of the sea. He married...well, he married, more or less, and had several children. Never learned how to navigate, though. Terrathon Manganious Drexus Silenus the Sixth learned not only how to live off the sea and how to sail, but also how to navigate. Finally made it to this massive land where we live, though on the other side where you say you are heading. Lived along the coastlands and made quite the success of himself with alcohol made from sargassum and fresh caught fish. First Silenus to marry a girl from over here -- nice strong blooded stock she brought, as well as another dose of our beloved good looks. Terrathon Manganious Drexus Silenus the Seventh continued this business successfully. His was the first interracial marriage we had, but the elven lady brought a bit longer-lived genes to the family that were welcome. He only had time to have one young son, however, before something bit his boat clean in half while he was fishing. He never let go of the line, rest his soul. Terrathon Manganious Drexus Silenus the Eighth..." At this point I remembered that I did have a spell component pouch tucked under my belt, and that some of those components included my more enjoyable plant growths. So, while my ancestors cross the nation, made a name for themselves, had children, died sometimes ridiculous deaths, and so on, I lost myself in a psychedelic wonderland. There is a reason I like plants, you know. You see, there was this lady who was in a dress made of raisins, and we were walking up a stairwell when this moose appeared all of a sudden and I tried to slap it but my hands were full of sugar so I just picked up the dwarf bikini that was hanging beside me and... Ah. This is why I don't write and use my shrooms. Anyhow, back to the point of the matter, which I'll summarize from memory of all the other times. My family history goes way back. Dad says some of the books we have predate the War, even. There is one strange one with a Captain Nemo that really surprises me. Anyhow, we were successful in whatever ventures we made...just sometimes a bit quirky. I'm no different, I suppose. I've devoted myself to learning the way of plants and objects and creatures alike. The world is fascinating, and I want to know how it works. I just had a knack for it from birth, and with a little bit of training from this wield old guy that talked to everything -- whether it was an animated object or just a block of non-living wood -- who wanders around the nearby farms, I took up my own brand of the trade. I've made a pretty good living, I think. Being good with creatures helps me fight back the monsters, and being good with just about anything helps me make friends of just about everyone. Women are another thing I'm good with. Weeds too -- I grow the most awesome stuff, makes you feel really remarkable. And then there is the family's penchant for brewing things, which comes naturally to someone like me. Along the way I've made friends with a tub. No, I'm not still on my shrooms. I'm in my room, now, and it's...I don't know, some time in the middle of the night. I guess I fell asleep, come to think of it. Anyway, my first real project item for playing with my powers was this big old clawfoot tub I found in some ruins. Brought it to life one day -- still don't remember entirely, but that's because I had waaaayyy too much prickly pear cordial that night. Woke up lying in the tub, with the tub moving around. Bubbles -- I tend to call him Bub or Bubba -- and I have been friends ever since. Rigged him up to keep me nice and toasty in my own hot bath...that's what I call the life. Got a bear that likes me too. Ralph. Big old brown thing. Can't make up his mind if he's a lapdog or a bear, which is fine with me. I like him, he likes me, and the tub is big enough for both of us. We aren't precisely the quietest and most slightly bunch around (although I'm damn good looking if all those women are to be listened to), but hey. We protect, we nurture, we fix, we enjoy life. Time to move on, though. Got several more mercenaries and tinkers and whatnot showing up around here, getting to crowded for my taste. Some of my old clients were eaten, too. Better get some sleep now, I guess. I'm heading east in the morning. ... Well. I suppose I botched my attempt at a record. But that is just the kind of guy I am. It is what it is, I always say. Damned if I know what that means. Personality: Terry Len, as he usually calls himself, is a man that loves life. Despite his affection for booze and his "plants" he's usually sober, and even then he's never as out of things as he'll make you think. Despite his irreverent and dismissive attitude, he's also got a good head on his shoulders. In truth, he's learn that his choice of an indulgent life style makes people feel less threatened by him, and also not take him too seriously. This is usually to his advantage, particularly because behind his life-loving guise Terry is not above being a rather conniving fellow with things suit him -- whether that means seducing a young lady while seemingly oblivious to her affections or being just a day too late to save a farmer...but a day earlier than anyone else to claim his savings' stash. Still, he's good in his own rakish Robin Hood way, generally far more helpful and insightful than people give him credit. He's survived longer than most people who live his lifestyle, and that's enough for him. His life goal, if you ask him, is to build the life of perfect pleasure. Food, women, supplies, safety, importance...quite the hedonistic mentality, but one he is willing to pay for with sweat, dirty, and blood...and a nice soak in his hot tub.