[PF-1e] Piercing the Veil

[Djxyz2]

I'm very interested also do you want us to post character sheet here or once (if) we get accepted .

Please Enjoy the Following: Name: My name Is Kroncious Krunch, but my freinds just call me KRUNCH. Race: I'm a proud Dwarf! Gender: I'm a man, don't believe me check under these steel garments! Alignment: Since I was a boy I respected the Law, growing up I realized I must fight for the Good of the Dwarfs! Class: To fight the darkness and protect my friend's I did what was needed to become a Paladin! Deity: Growing up in a orphanage and being raised by a priest, we were taught to pray and praise Torm, The Loyal Fury. Physical Description: Being a dwarf, we're not very tall creatures, nevertheless the person who said size matter's never wrestled with a dwarf! Rather then tell you what I look Like why don't I just show you!   Personality: Growing up in the orphanage, Krunch was the oldest kid, the Father Bishop the man in charge of the orphanage told Krunch since he was the oldest kid, he should take care of everyone. Everyone at the orphanage was family to Krunch, he'd help with all the problems that needed solving, he'd take care of the youngest children, he'd stand between danger and the kids if he had too, through this he's become a man of great loyalty and caring. He will put himself in harms way to protect those who can't protect themselves, as well as those who are special to him. He's quite tempered but is easily calmed with a swift sip of ale. A kind compassionate man, who want's nothing but the best for people, a true dwarf. ( This one is gonna be long :L )   Bio: Krunch can't remember anything about his family, all he can remember is the sweet smell of his mother's perfume before he was left at the steps of an orphanage. Father Bishop, the man who raised Krunch and taught him everything he knew, being bigger then everyone else Krunch used too yell and scream and hit the other boys when he couldn't play with toys he wanted, the nun's could barely stop him so Father Bishop took Krunch out on a walk. On this walk he talked to Krunch about his life when he was younger, how growing up he was rude to a lot of people, he went fists first words later and never had any freinds because of it, when it became obvious that no one liked him Bishop started being nice and using his words instead of fists, because of this he made many freinds who stood by him through thick and thin. Krunch was confused why the Father was telling him this, so Father Bishop told him, "Krunch you're a lot bigger than the other kids, you should use that bigness to protect them and keep them safe, so when you need looking after they'll be there for you" Krunch looked the Father in the eye's and saw truth in the man's eyes. When they returned Krunch apologized to the other kids for being mean and hitting them as well as the nuns, in the following days a huge changed had happened and Krunch and the other kids got along perfectly. Now let's fast forward a few years Krunch is in his teens and still at the orphanage few kids who were there when he was are still there, things are normal Krunch takes care of the younger kids and does his chores. One unfortunate day Krunch was outside with the younger kid's playing enjoying nature, when out of no where a giant wolf appeared, the wolf pounced at one the children hoping to devour it, but Krunch stood in its way, he put is forearm into the wolf's mouth and yelled to the kids to get inside, he stood there with his hand in the wolf's mouth not moving an inch, the wolf tried to bite down into Krunch's arm hoping too take it off but nothing. Father Bishop came running out with a greataxe in his hand's and chased the wolf away, he took Krunch into his private area's and looked at his wound, all there was, were small holes from the teeth. Father Bishop was shocked at the density of Krunch's skin, even for a dwarf it was incredibly hard. He decided two thing on that day, the first is that he would teach Krunch about self defence and how to handle weapons as well the sacred teachings of Torm and the other thing, that he would adopt him. A few more years later, Krunch is a young man, kids come and go from the orphanage, Krunch takes the daily prayers in the church praising Torm and all his blessings, he gets home with Father Bishop and enjoys a meal with him before putting all the little kids to bed, life is good, until the darkness came. Krunch was out gathering supplies from the orphanage, he was looking at some of the weapons inside the store when he heard screams coming from outside, he rushed outside to see a woman being eaten alive by packs of dark humanoid creatures, he looked up into the sky and saw nothing but darkness sweep over the land, he dropped his groceires and ran to the orphange. When he arrived he looked outside to see Father Bishop fighting a huge wolf headed black skinned creature with hundreds of yellow eyes and jet black teeth, the creature impaled Father Bishop on it talon's and put him down. " FATHER NO" Krunch screamed and he plummeted into the creature, the creature went flying into the orphanages wall's it looked back Krunch teeth glared, Krunch began glowing bright yellow an aura of infite power surrounding him, he grabbed the creature by the throat and placed his hand on its head, he began chanting bilblical lines and the creature screamed in pain, in a burst of radiant light the creature became ashes. Krunch ran to Father Bishop " Father speak to me" Father Bishop put his hand on Krunch's mouth. "My son, go into my room, open the chest beneath my bed, inside you will find the things- *coughing blood* things you need to become a saviour." "Why are you telling me this Father??" "The kids are all dead, I couldn't stop it, this darkness, the thing will help you become a person who can you use that holy power of your's to make sure this doesn't happen to anyone again" "But Father you have to live, who will teach me who-" "Enough Krunch you are my son, the things will be all you need, your strength, your intellect, I've never seen anyone of your race like you, you have what it takes to become the savior these people need, and stop calling me Father, call me Dad. With his last breath Father Bishop sung Krunch a song he used to sing to get him to sleep when he was little. A tear rolled down Krunch's face as his father died in his arms. He buried his father and went upstairs, upon opening his chest he discovered, his father's journal, a holy book on paladins, Armour and a greataxe, he took everything and left, swearing vengeance on the darkness that had taken everything he loved from him, that one day he would destroy what took so many lives. Upon travelling and reading his Father's journal Krunch learned that Father Bishop was actually a paladin and that from his book Krunch could learn how to become one, so with his natural intelligence and strength Krunch put everyday into training, praying and meditating so that he could become the invincible shield that would stop the darkness.

[Alexader]

I am alexader and I approve the app above, that is all

[Chameleonman254]

Application:

Name: Grimm
Race: Unknown
Gender: Unknown
Class: Wizard
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Deity: Unknown

Appearance:
A slender figure draped within coal dark cloth stands the height of an average human. Cold dark leather covers the firgure's limbs as a hood and cloak keeps the figure's true shape hidden. A crude skull mask shrouds the details of the figure's face in further mystery.

Personality:
A figure of few words and devoid of emotion.

Bio:
Little is known of the figure known as Grimm. Presumed to be a bounty hunter, though no bounty has been brought in alive.

(Further details will be sent via PM)

[Lazersetcetera]

Originally Posted by Chameleonman254

Little is known of the figure known as Grimm. Presumed to be a bounty hunter, though no bounty has been brought in alive.

So he's really appalling at his job? Bold roleplaying choice there.

[Alexader]

Not at all really, most bounties are dead or alive, I believe he is insinuating that while he has brought in bounties he doesn't bother worrying about the resistance a living one would put up.

[Lazersetcetera]

[vengenceismyname]

Originally Posted by vengenceismyname

I'm not looking for character sheets until after the deadline.

Here you go Djxyz2, btw, nice application.

[vrpljbrwock]

Name: Viuhksee Torashyen
Race: Fetchling
Gender: Female
Alignment: NG
Class/Classes: Summoner, Shadow Caller
Deity: Lliira

Physical Description: Jet black skin that fades to white on her hands and feet. Her hair is stark white, soft curls, and extends to her middle back, usually kept in a braid. Always wears bright colors that contrast immensely with her skin.

Personality:

 

Fun and bubbly, practically the opposite of what one expects from a fetchling, but after knowing her for a bit it's the only thing though of. She is bright, in that rooms shine when she enters. Quick to speak, and slow to condemn she is often considered to be the highlight of the party, which she often throws.

Bio:

 

Viuhksee's parents were emissaries from the shadow realm, often bringing back trinkets and souvenirs from Faerun, which tragically lost most of their luster in the gloomy realm. Once, when she was 14 they made the mistake of taking her with them for one of the extended trips. She never recovered. The bright colors and stunning people she met outshone her own somber home. The next few years were difficult, to say the least, as she constantly tried to make her way back whenever possible. A combination of sullen moodiness in reaction to being in the Shadow realm and a manic helpfulness in order to earn herself a trip back to Faerun. Once she turned 18 she became an emissary herself and was appointed to be a permanent presence Darromar, as a relatively minor clerk.

She became a follower of Lliira after attending one of their festivals. The colors and dancing reminded her of her first visit to the city as a child and she felt that she was perfect fit. Who doesn't love dancing and music? It was also a great way to meet people.

Viuhksee became a summoner for a simple reason, homesickness. She never thought that she would miss the somber lands of her youth, but sometimes it is easier to relax with something familiar around. She couldn't go back home as often as she wanted, and her parents visited often enough, so she decided to bring things to her. Normally only summoning wisps and other innocuous reminders of home, one day she made a minor mistake in her incantations. That was when she first brought through Parlo. Parlo is almost, but not quite a D'ziriak. As best she can tell, the "soul," for lack of better word, that is Parlo saw a D'ziriak in the Plane of Shadow and copied it's form when summoned, or maybe she wanted to see one and forced it into this form, she doesn't know.She's even tried to learn D'ziriak, but the chittering he uses when not conversing with her is gibberish. About 7' tall and with the extra arms and the insectoid body he is somewhat imposing, almost the opposite of Viahksee herself.

She volunteered to help however she could to fight against the coming darkness, she sees it as a personal affront to her love of the realm. She will do whatever she can to stop it.

What do you think?

[Rampart]

Name: Marcus Quinn

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Alignment: Neutral

Class/Classes: Fighter/3

Deity: None, while he does believe that the gods exist (After all a really good Cleric can send you to meet one personally) Marcus does not subscribe to any particular faith. His opinion is to respect all gods and not draw the ire of any by singling out one for praise and worship.

Physical Description: Most people would have little doubt that the man in front of them was a warrior of some kind. From the short cropped black hair, to the steel gray eyes that seem to betray nothing of what is going on in his mind. His skin, weathered from the outdoors and tanned bronze by the sun shows the scars and marks of a man who lives and one day likely will die by the blade. He’s tall, for a human, somewhere north of six feet, and while not overly muscled compared to some of his trade, he has thick and powerful shoulders and forearms.
Personality: The strong silent type. The dark and brooding warrior. Both are apt descriptions for Marcus. He tends to keep his own counsel in most situations. He operates with his own code of justice, finding that the greatest evils are far too often performed in the name of good. That the law is too strict, and Chaos is too loose. That in the end the only truth is that which we make for ourselves.

Bio: Marcus was a happy child of a farmer until aged eight. A fire from a spilled oil lamp woke him that cold autumn night, and his father’s strong arms carried him out into the chill. Setting his only son by a tree, Marcus senior braved the blazing inferno again to rescue his wife and three year old daughter. None of the three ever left the inferno.
The orphanage that they took him to was a small affair and tried to place the children it took in as quickly as possible, not caring overly what sort of family or person it was with. So it was that by age 10 Marcus was apprenticed to a Mercenary named Corvax. From that day, until he came of age six years later, he lived and breathed to train. Every day they walked, trained with swords and axes, though as a farmer’s son perhaps, Marcus found himself most at home with the long handled scythe. He liked the familiar weight, the strength of the blade, and quickly came to appreciate that inherent fear that seemed to accompany the wicked looking weapon.
At age eightteen, Corvex and Marcus parted ways. There were no tears, just a strong hand shake, and the words “Good Journey,” passed between them as Corvax lead his horse down the right fork of a wilderness road, and Marcus to the left to the capital city of Darromar.

OOC NOTES: In the interest of full disclosure I think the following things need to be said. “One, I have never played in a FR themed game before. Two, I cannot post on Wednesdays or holidays. The reason for this is that I work late on Wednesdays and I connect from a public library which is closed by the time I get off work and not open at all on holidays.

[Djxyz2]

Originally Posted by vengenceismyname

Here you go Djxyz2, btw, nice application.

Thank you, I put a solid hour into this one hahah.

[vengenceismyname]

Originally Posted by Rampart

OOC NOTES: In the interest of full disclosure I think the following things need to be said. “One, I have never played in a FR themed game before. Two, I cannot post on Wednesdays or holidays. The reason for this is that I work late on Wednesdays and I connect from a public library which is closed by the time I get off work and not open at all on holidays.

No worries Rampart, and thank you for your honesty.

Originally Posted by vrpljbrwock

What do you think?

I like it.

[Statutory Plum]

can we get an app table? I always like those and it makes it easier to track the competition

[MalchiorTheForgotten]

Name: Rezzi
Race: Fetchling (Subtle Manipulator and World Walker archetypes)
Gender: Female
Alignment: TN
Class/Classes: Rogue 1 / Alchemist (Grenadier) 2
Deity: None

Physical Description: Rezzi has skin of the purest white, which is covered in tattoos and scarification. The right half of her head is shaved, the other half bears violet hair that falls to her breasts. Her eyes are lime in color, which is not that common in her race, and her dark orchid lips hide her perfectly white teeth, which are pointed. She wears clothes in deep blacks, with occasional shades of purple set in, and dark, spiked armor. Her gaunt frame is very shapely, if not a tad bony, and her finger and toe nails are painted black. She has ears gauged to a 00, and has three rings in the cartilage of either ear. Her left nostril is pierced, and she has snakebites and two piercings in her right eyebrow.

Personality: Rezzi is a very observational person. She prefers to stay hidden in plain sight, observing what she can about the person, place or object of her desire before acting. She is also a tinkerer and inventor and loves figuring out how things work. She's not a quiet individual, except when it comes to her emotions. They seem irrational to her, with no real set patterns or algorithms that can tell her how they work or what they do. This does not mean she is emotionless, she feels just the same as everyone else, and can be extremely poetic, she is just confused as to their existence. Rezzi does what it takes to get the job done, and abhors failure and unsatisfactory work. A perfectionist at heart, she will often give others advice, but will do so as 'nicely' as possible.

Bio: Having been born and raised in Thay, Rezzi was trained as an infiltrator, doing a lot of work in Shade, Lantan and the Sword Coast. It was in Lantan that her 'true calling' came to her. While on a mission, she came across a cache of grenades. Once she accidentally discovered what they did (nearly costing her her life), she faked her death to escape the guild and got herself an apprenticeship with the alchemist who made them. Spending the next two years of her life under the care of the androgynous gnome Pavi, who made a living selling potions. Rezzi didn't care for the potions, instead focusing on the grenades that she fell for to begin with. She cut short her apprenticeship, having learned all she needed, and head out again, using what she learned to explore dungeons, dismantling traps and figuring out how things work.

[Allu]

Well, I was pretty happy with my Paladin app but it seems I have to up my game. Very nice Djxyz2.

[Zoycitenega]

Hail

CG/CN Tiefling Psion
Complete

The Mask Hail is all of those things people don't tend to like in their hirelings. Arrogant. Snide. Sarcastic. Intelligent. She gets away with it because she gets results. Perhaps there are others who are more polite and well-spoken, but Hail isn't one of them. She says what she thinks, most often in the most bitingly acerbic way possible and doesn't tend to concern herself with niceties. People don't usually like Hail. She's not really a nice person. She can work with others - even take orders if the pay is good - but the sarcasm can often wear on a bloke.

The Mind Frills and ornamentation do nothing but weigh a person down. No one does anything without payment - even so-called 'heroes' look for glory or fame. Some like to spew garbage about honor and justice but Hail knows them for deluded fools. Nothing can change the nature of man - it hasn't changed in millenia. The wheel turns, but the dance stays the same. And yet...somewhere buried deep, a few scraps of goodness remain, the result of her brother's long lectures that would make the small Hail hang her head in shame. The death and distruction she's brought weights on her. She's got no sympathy for the rich and the powerful, but the lower classes and the downtrodden - those who don't have much - they remind her of a younger, less jaded Hail. In rare moments of sympathy she's found herself reaching out a helping hand to those in need. Often this is followed by razor-sharp sarcasm as she tries to harden against such weaknesses.

Appearance Hail is short, skinny as a rail and looks like she runs on fumes. Her hair is long and red, tangling down her back unrestrained. Her clothing is mostly red as well - a mish-mash of chain and leather that she's put together from various places. All in all, she looks like an angry flame, waiting for the slightest mistake to lash out at someone. Her face is a testimony to violence, with burns and scars ruining most of it's flesh. Hard brown eyes constantly scan her surroundings for any hint of trouble, and her hand seems to be quick to go to her weapon. The fiendishness of Hail's heritage isn't readily apparent unless a person has a keen nose. To the eye she is a normal, if scarred, human. She has the mouth of a sailor and the voice to make a fiend weep for mercy, but it isn't exactly unearthly. It's only when someone takes a deep breath around her that something seems off. The smell of brimstone and ash seems to cling to her no matter how much someone tries to dunk her in the river or whatever magic is used.

Pink and Fluffy Bunnies that will Rule the world(and other things that don't belong) * Hail has a deep dislike of elves, particularly surface elves. She is able to get passed this if it's needed or a particular elf proves themself, but she's not going to be happy about it. * Hail loves music and enjoys dancing, especially the more lively jigs.

Edits * 12/31 - App completed; if you have any feedback I'd love to hear it.