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RPG Scenario Tourney

After the three failed attempts at the Hunger Games scenario I have decided to start something a little different that was inspired by Gilliads High Fantasy Scenario. There will be RPing in this scenario but rest assured you will have enough opportunity to do some debating. Most of everything will happen in the main thread though with outcomes being decided by us. Only participant vs participant matches having separate threads with voting. My overall goal is to keep running this running for a while. I will stat with an initial number of 8 participants. However every week a new set of people join. If you die or get disqualified you can rejoin with new character on the next entry.

Setting

Just basic setting of the scenario. There is not much here right now but as you progress you will be able to explore and learn more.

Edral

Edral is a newly formed Kingdom in Testrana. It was formed by an Elf named Afamrail and it is currently run by a Royal Family comprised of mostly of Elves. he country was formed as a place where people of all races can come together, and right now you can find people of almost any race in the country. But this kingdom is far from a Utopia, like very kingdom it has its fair share of crime and monsters to deal with.

Tarrin

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Tarrin has slowly become one of the most dangerous provinces in the Kingdom. It is filled with all sorts of criminals and everyone official is corrupt. But you can find cheapest places to live in the kingdom and lots opportunities to make some money.

Story

The basic story is that you have arrive to a coastal city by ship. You have will all have to come up with a back story which should include you reason for traveling. Your reasoning can be anything you want but it should make sense within the setting. I will do my best build the world around your various goals. And you can always come with new goals and stuff to do. There is voyage every week so you can join week 1 or some other week.

You all arrive by ship(illegally) to the port of Tarrin a province in Edral. You all have your own reasons for coming here but the journey took all the money you had. So before you are able to accomplish what you have come here to do you must earn some money. Thankfully you will find enough opportunities to make some coin.

Character

Your character will have to follow the limits of one of the following classes. You get to pick one race and class. Aside from the two choices you also have to come up with a background for your character. At the very least you need a reason for why you characters traveled here, where they came from, and a D&D style alignment. Though I would advise more. I also request an image for your character. As the game progress you will get the opportunity to upgrade your character, learning new abilities and buy new gear.

Races

You pick one race for your character. Each race comes with it's own perk and will affect how you are treated in the world.

Elf

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Elves are the most predominant species in the Kingom, making up around 50% of it's population as well as The Royal Family. While the Edral's royal elves are lax compared to those in other kingdoms, their rules have still made them despised by most of the other races especially the Nephilim.

Trait: Elves are blessed with great hearing, Their long ears allow them hear things are further distance any of the other races. (Elves get FOX Wolverine level hearing)

Nephilim

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Nephilim are descendants of the Old Gods who fled to mortal realm. Edral was one of the places most of the Nephilim has settled in. They still harbor a great resentment for the Elves who has caused the downfall of their Ancestors.

Trait: While not as powerful as the old Gods were, Nephilim still share some similarities. Aside from their appearance they also posses Low Level regeneration capabilities. (Can heal from minor wounds instantly like this)

Orc

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A once subterranean race, Orcs have started to trade and work with other races more and more these days. A faction of the race has settled in Edral due to the better lifestyle and now make up for 5% of its populatuon. They are a strong and prideful race that do tend to be prone to war but are slowly changing that.

Trait: Having lived underground for so long, Orc has developed so even in the Dark.(Riddick eyesight)

Other

Edral is home to many other races from across the globe that make up the. Each with their own unique abilities.

Trait: There are many different species out there, with their own unique physiology(You get a unique physical trait like bone claws or extra limbs)

Classes

You also pick one class for your character. Your class determines your characters stats, what gear they start with and what powers they have. Spells and special powers are going to be dealt on a case by case basis but anything broken will not be allowed while the DC limit is wall level.

Bogatyr:

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The Bogatyr are a rare breed of wandering hero. It is said that they are blessed by the gods and destined for greatness. Gifted with superhuman physical abilities and an aptitude for combat, the bogatyr are always prone to a life of adventure.

Physical Limit - 2 tons

Speed Limit - Bullet deflecting

Skillset - Pick any skillset. Skills do not grant powers or crafting skills.

Gear -

  • 1 Special item (must be street level and must fit the setting)
  • Choose 1 - Melee Weapon / Shield / Ranged Weapon / Steel Breastplate

Perk - The Bogatyr have a natural aptitude for combat. Their physical abilities improve at a far faster rate than other classes.

Mage:

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Mages are masters of the mystical arts. Though anyone can learn spells and many profess to be mages, most humans can only handle attuning themselves to a certain number of spells at a time. True mages on the other-hand, are free to learn as many spells as they wish.

Physical Limit - .5 tons

Speed Limit - Bullet reacting

Skillset - Pick the skillset of a magic or magic-esque user. (PM us a list of spells you would like to start with, as well as accompanying feats)

Gear - Mages only start with gear if it is necessary for spell usage. For example, one starting with a Harry Potter skillset, will start with a basic wand.

Perk - Other classes can only attune themselves to a certain number of spells at a time. Mages can learn and hold as many spells as they wish.

Mutant:

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The Mutants are mortals who have been mutated by black magic. Some of these mutations are physical, others are not. As a result of the eldritch energies coursing through their bodies, many have developed unique mystical abilities.

Physical Limit - 1 ton

Speed Limit - Bullet deflecting

Skillset - Pick any skillset. Skills do not grant powers.

Gear - 1 melee or ranged weapon

Perk - Mutants start with 1 power unique to them, and may unlock others over the course of the game.

Artificer:

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Skilled inventors and archaeologists, artificers are those who prefer to fight using their wit and a variety of primitive gadgets over raw physical prowess. Though they do not usually hone their bodies to the same level as the bogatyr, they are often quite strong, as they spend much of their time carrying around heavy equipment.

Physicals Limit - 2 tons

Speed Limit - Bullet reacting

Gear - Artificers may choose a full gear-set, provided it fits the technological level of the setting.

Skill - Artificers may choose any skillset they wish. Skills do not grant powers. It is recommended that you choose a skillset that can reasonably utilize the gear set of your choice.

Perk - Unlike other classes, the artificer gains the crafting skills of their chosen skill-sets (again, must reasonably fit the technological level of the setting).

That should be it. A max of 8 people can join per week. Now usually this will be first come first serve but I have a special offer this week. Vote on this Match and you get moved to the top of the list. Is that unfair? yes but I am doing what I can.

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Měinǚ Eterno: The Vengeful, Runaway Princess - Theme Song

"In the name of my mother, I swear, I will slaughter every single Sonata with my own bare hands, godammit!"

Backstory/Biography:

On the surface, Měinǚ Eterno seemed like a perfect candidate for ruling a powerful family. She was pretty, commanding, a powerful solider and seemingly knew the best option for every situation, even if her tomboy side could get in the way sometimes. But that was merely a charade, one which the current Měinǚ doesn't abide by, for that princess was merely a tool for the corrupt to abuse.

Měinǚ, or as she was used to be called, Tiki Sonata, was born into the Sonata family, seemingly destined for greatness. She would perform her regular acts, wake up and change into her regal gown, wander around the enormous, maze like mansion that she called home, get taught by mean teachers in a rigours education system which taught her everything she needed to know in order to run the family, duelled her fellow classmates into submission in both H2H, stealth and swordsmanship, with her prized possession, a trusted sword that was awarded to by her caring mother, to-which she dubbed it Vermillion, and treating said classmates to a stroll around the town, chasing the hottest trends and taking about juicy gossip, as female youth do, ending the day off by going back home and reading her favourite book. It all seemed so...normal to her.

Unbeknownst to Tiki at the time, whilst the Sonata's posed as kind, upstanding members of society, and her mother actually fit that bill to a tee, in actuality her father, Don Sonata, was neck deep in some of powerful, cruelest crime organisations, with the crime lord, Dogen Zaka in particular being a very beneficial sponsor. They did everything a criminal organization could possibly do, slavery, drug dealing, torture, but especially assassination, the Sonata's lived and breathed off of killing whoever the highest bidder asked, and of course, given her natural aptitude for battle, Tiki would be there next troop member.

So when Tiki was 14, she was wondering down the mansion hallways, as one would do, when she she's a peculiar noise coming from a conveniently open door to a room she'd been ordered to never enter unless told. However, as young curiosity would have it, Tiki ignored this command, and waltzed inside, only to find her mother, the one true light in his eternally shadowy family, lying dead on the ground, blood spilled across the weapon adorned walls, and on the other side was her father, a bloody long-sword in his hand. Tiki had only one little thing to say.

"Father, what the hell did you do, you bastard!" As Tiki grabbed her Vermillion and attempted to blitz down Don, blinded by anger (they never were on the best terms to begin with) only to find him effortlessly catch Vermillion with one of his bare hands, nearly shattering the blade should he had wanted to.

"My, my, you've grown quite strong haven't you, little missy. But I'm afraid it's not quite good enough." Don said with utmost calmness, yet his previously friendly demeanour towards Tiki had all but vanished. "I was going to tell you this sooner or later anyways, but might as well tell you now." He goes and sits down on a nearby chair, it being covered in old, uncleaned blood stain , not even giving Tiki a second look. "You see, your mother was being quite a pain, she was constantly begging me not to turn in to one of my subordinates, that peasant blood of hers seem to have left her with a bit of a soft-spot for you, so I had to get rid of her. I was going to make you my little subordinate, you would've had everything you could've ever wanted, but, well, I doubt you'll be agreeing to that now will you?"

This revelation promptly broke Tiki's world, and just like that, everything fell together. The lessons she was taught, the fighting styles she was forced to practice, the powers she inherited from her mother, everything, even her own friends, where all a fabrication built to make her a perfect pawn for her father to use. To which she screamed in fury.

"I swear, on my mother's name, I'll kill all of you assholes, and make you WISH YOU NEVER PISSED ME OFF!" She roared, shaking in frustration, valiantly trying to do some kind of damage to her father.

"Ah, but it would appear that day won't be today now will it?" As footsteps could be heard, the private guard was coming. Knowing she wouldn't win this fight, Tiki dashed out of the window and ran far, far away, to where the guards wouldn't bother trying to chase her, and spend however long it took to be ready to kill Don.

Now, 6 years later, and with the fires of hatred towards all who pretended to be her friends and family still burning strong, Tiki, now going under the alias we know her as today, she was finally ready to return to her old hoe and confront her ex-family. Her title had been stripped, friends have been turned to enemies, and all that remained was too philosophies:

  1. "I fight for myself, and only myself. Who gives a damn what others need, so long as those damn Sonata's burn in the depths of hell!"
  2. "Any spoilt, rich kid twat, murder on sight! Doesn't matter if they claim to be innocent, all of them are parasites who'll bring nothing but an excuse to line their own pockets!"

And so, Měinǚ departs, as this revenge powered, massacre of all things royalty will begin shortly.

TL;DR version:

  1. Ex-heir to the throne of one of the richest yet slimmest families in the kingdom, the Sonata's
  2. After figuring out their shady businesses, that they were trying to condition her into a mindless murderer and the death of her mother, Měinǚ ran away from home as a young teen, swearing revenge of her own father as she trained within the forest she made her home
  3. 6 years later she goes on this ferry in order to slowly but surely gain enough power, knowledge and equipment needed to take down her own father solo
NameMěinǚ Eterno
Age20
Personality TraitsA lone wolf who hates/distrusts other people, always responding to those she does talk to with either aggression, snark or plain indifference. Willing to use whatever means to get the job done, and only answers only to those she wishes too. Intelligent and brutal towards carrying out objectives.
LikesBeing alone, putting over-protected rich folk in there place, a good novel
Dislikes

People in general, particularly rich-kids (whom she'll go out of her way to kill), lack of conviction, not getting what she wants out of people

Build:

  1. Race - Elf
  2. Class - Mutant
  3. Body - MCU Black Panther
  4. Gear - Stain's Blade (My Hero Academia), but changed to look like Corrin's Omega Yato
  5. Skillset - Killua Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)
  6. Perk - Yato's inherent invisibility (Noragami)

@gaoron

Abime Huaidan

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Build Information

  • Race: Half Undead Elf
  • Class: Bogatyr
  • Body: Guts
  • Skill: Anime Kakashi
  • Gear:
    • Special item: Twin-Bladed Knife
    • Standard item: Greatsword similar to the pic above but with Dragonslayer thiccness

Backstory

Abime was born in a rich nobility of high elves in Kingdom of Älva. With his father being a royal guard commander Abime was trained in combat since the very young age. Alva's army was known for their acrobatic and nimble knife combat style with every soldier that came from nobility getting their very own Twin-Bladed Knife, a high tech short weapon enchanced with ancient dark magic that could materialize on a whim thanks to "tattoos" on a user's hand, just a name drop of that weapon induced fear of the unknown in enemies. Abime after getting his own knife at the age of 7 started trainig since then and in just 3 years he was one of the best combatants Alva had to offer . He always loved to fight but his dream wasn't limited to the Kingdom like his father wanted. Ever since he heard stories about dragons, trolls and other giant beasts he wanted to test himself with them in a fight. After every knife training with his father Abime was sneaking out of the house to train some more, this time with the biggest weapon he could find in the armory imagining how would it feel to explore lands outside of Alva and slaying gigantic monsters he would find there.

At the age of 13 Abime couldn't wait anymore to leave the Kingdom so it's no suprise that when king was looking for a messenger he was the first one for the job. The path Abime had to follow was straight forward without any sort of danger but his curiosity took the better of him, he decided to go through the forest, not only was it the longer path but a far more dangerous aswell. Abime knew that, he heard from town folk what forest holds but he didn't see danger in that... but excitement! After wandering about 3 hours and slaying bear and a pack of wolfs kid was already bored and gave up any hopes of finding anything worth while. In that very moment Abime heard something huge bulldozing nearby trees, "finally!" he yelled. But his euphoria quickly stopped. He wasn't scared nor regreted his decision to come here but he wasn't ready for what he saw. A giant mutated monster with blood and dirt all around his mug was the most disgusting image he saw in his life. Terrifying sounds it made weren't helping either. Abime wasn't ready but he couldn't give up, not now when he finally got what he wanted. To this day he don't remembers how he managed to slay the monster, all he remembers is what he had to pay to do it. Found unconscious nearby the forest entry his wounds were critical, no medicine could heal him, all that was left was magic... dark magic.

Couple weeks later he was perfectly healed physically but he was feeling empty and dead inside. The dark ritual took part of his souls to heal his physical body. Not being able to look straight into his father face he left the Kingdom for good. He lost his honor and he needs to find a way to get it back... but what's more important he needs to find a way to feel whole again. He become a monster hunter, after spending near a dozen of years slaying beasts for money he heard of the strongest that ever stomped on Earth. This time he was ready! He picked first ship to Tarrin not even bothering to pay for it. Edral Kingdom is the last chance for Abime to get his honor and humanity back!

@menos_kegare

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Background:

Running. The sounds of battle echo throughout the chambers behind me, the frenzied cries of goblins ringing out in panic and anger as the invaders push into the ruins we made our nest.

Damn it, damn it, damn it. I silently cursed. I had anticipated some retaliation from the humans, but this far exceeded my expectations. Months of work ruined by those filthy wretches! Torture won't be enough to sate me for such outrage! No, that'll be just a start. I'll break them - piece by crunching, bone-splintering piece. Yes, until they're just another slab of meat chained up against the walls to bear my brood. A monstrous grin crossed my face as I thought.

The clanking of metal sounded behind me, piercing my train of concentration. Armored footsteps in pursuit, gaining fast.

Gah! I spat. Persistent if nothing else. I stopped at the entrance to a chamber - viewing in to see the bodies chained against the walls, faintly illuminated by dying fires. Then behind me, to the direction of the approaching invaders. It was dark, but I still could see clear as day in this bleakness. Five of them in total, heading straight for me. Tch, not enough time.

I turned and entered a nearby room. Empty, except for a singular mirror in the center of the room. It's fine. This much is nothing. I just need to get away. Then I can start over and build my nest back up, I thought as I stood in front of the mirror. The mirror looked like any other. It was simple, but large like the kind you'd see in a fitting room. Putting my hand over the reflective surface, pitch black in the darkness, I allowed mana to flow into it. The change was drastic, the surface rippled and glimmered until the light grew into an overwhelming brilliance. It doesn't matter where. So long as I can build anew, anywhere will do. A devilish grin swept my face once more. Ah~ What will their reactions be when I return? That delicious terror in their eyes as their songs escape in guttural tune~ What will their torment sound like~ How will it taste~ The final thoughts towards the future, as the light twisted and warped the surroundings to a new, and full world.

Race: Other(Goblin)

Class: Mage

Physicals: Composite Goblin from "Goblin Slayer"

Skillset: Rukia Kuchiki;

  • Hainawa
  • Geki
  • Rikujokoro
  • Shakkaho

@just_banter

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Gan Ainm

Race - Nephilim

Class - Bogatyr

Body - Himura Kenshin (Rurouni Kenshin)

Skillset - Kurogane Ikki (Rakudai)

Special Gear - Izuru Kira's Shikai but in shape of katana (Bleach)

Normal Gear - Light Chain Mail

Backstory (sorry I got really into it):

Born to a peasant family, Gan grew up living a simple, humble life. The son of a farmer, taking after his father was his only priority in life, and the only future that seemed available to him. Until the war started, anyway. As a teen, he was swept up by the patriotic propaganda and rushed to enlist in the army. To fight for his country, and protect those he held dear to him from the savages across the seas. He learnt how to swing a blade just well enough to get by, got saddled up with armour slightly too big to fit him properly, and was shoved on a cramped ship to go to a far off land and kill people from a country he didn't know existed six months ago. What awaited him on the exotic shores of a far off land was the furthest thing from protecting his family, and the furthest thing from 'patriotism' that Gan could imagine. He wanted to leave. But he couldn't. He wanted to go home. But he couldn't. He wanted to take over the farm and live a simple life away from this needless bloodshed. But he couldn't. Gan had made his bed, and now he had no choice but to lie in it and hope he wasn't killed in his sleep.

Gan spent two years skirmishing on the front lines. He had hoped to be promoted enough to be part of the strategists. To push pieces on a board and think about death tolls and numbers as mere statistics, but Gan wasn't lucky enough to be seen by them. Or at least that's what he told himself. The truth is, the strategists come from the noble families. The rich families. The families who's sons wanted to experience war but who were deemed as too important to die. Gan, on the other hand, was nothing more than a peasant that barely knew how to read and write, let alone form coherent military strategies. So he fought with the rest of the statistics. He was part of the blocks that were pushed on boards and had no choice but to go where the powers that be told him to go.

War is bloody. It's not something that should be celebrated, and it's not something to have pride in. War is violent, and ugly, and is the epitome of everything that isn't beautiful in this world. No sword could be seen as beautiful, or elegant, or as anything more than a crude weapon to end the lives of people whose names you don't even know. If nothing else, Gan was certain of this. It was a fervent belief that he would argue with anyone over, from the greatest tacticians to the most important kings. It was a belief he would always hold. It was a belief he thought he would always hold. It was everything to him. Until he changed his mind.

Battles were usually fought on wide open fields. It's not often that Gan saw anything but fields, and half-destroyed cities after a battle had been won. It's not often that a soldier is selected to be part of the small squad that goes up into the mountains to meet the members of the Luxian dojo and 'peacefully aid' them into the next life. Gan would normally never wish to be a part of such a mission. Gan would usually object with all his might, even if it ended up with him in a prison cell. But Gan was tired. He wanted to see something apart from fields coated with red and cities that could barely support life anymore. He wanted to know there was still beauty in this world, if only for a moment. So when he was selected, he went.

Arriving at the dojo, the men got to work. The students fell easily enough. In fact, many of them didn't even draw their weapons or put up a fight. Gan thought that maybe they'd never actually fought someone seriously before. They reminded him of himself before he came here, back on the farm with his father. He wondered how his father was doing back home. Biting his tongue and gritting his teeth, he put the thought to the back of his mind and continued with the mission. After the students fell, the only member left was the master of the dojo. They were known as "Sifus," Gan recalled. He had heard many stories about them, but they had never been on the battlefields that Gan was oh so familiar with. They were supposed to be great masters, with strength enough to beat any number of foes without breaking a sweat. The group approached the kneeling Sifu, glad that the job was nearly over. Maybe they could rest in the dojo for a few hours before they'd have to burn it down. Gan didn't believe the stories, and neither did the men he was with. They would soon wish they did.

Beautiful. That was the only thing Gan could recall of what followed. The glint of the blade, reflected by the light of the rising sun made it seem as if the sun had risen to for no other reason than to bear witness to the event. The strokes of the blade were perfect. There were no imperfections. No wasted movements. It was as if time had stopped for all things on this Earth but the Sifu and his sword. After all of a handful of seconds, the fight, if it could even be called that, had concluded. The men Gan arrived with lay dead at the Sifus feet. A man who had gotten engaged before leaving on the promise that he would marry upon his return. A boy, younger than Gan himself who had arrived only a few weeks ago. A man raising money to buy a fishing boat and open his own business. So many stories ended without cause. Without reason. Without being able to say goodbye to anyone they knew or cared about. This was war. This was still war. So why did Gan find it so beautiful? It was an answer he could not reach. He snapped back to reality when he noticed the Sifu slowly closing the distance between them, and Gan listened to his base instincts. He followed his subconscious and did the only thing he thought would allow him to survive. He ran.

He ran. He ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and ran. He fell, slipping on a rock and tumbling down a rock face. He landed heavily on his side, shattering his arm. He didn't feel the pain. He got up and continued to run. Somewhere. Anywhere but here. He collapsed from exhaustion several hours later. Only then did he begin to calm down. Lying face first in the snow, Gan didn't have the strength to keep on moving. He was hungry. He was thirsty. But more than that, he was cold. So cold. Saying that it would rest for but a moment, only a moment, he closed his eyes.

Gan woke in a strange hut. Somewhere he didn't know. Somewhere he had never seen before. Exploring his surroundings, he realised that he was in a dojo. A dojo, but not one the one he was just in. He would later learn that he had been saved by a Sifu and brought back to be nursed back to health. He would later learn that a Sifu would never turn someone from their dojo away. He would later learn that a Sifu would only raise a weapon to teach others or defend their own lives. He would later learn that if he and his group had just left the dojo alone, they would have never left the mountain, and would have never become a threat for the army, as the tacticians had feared. He would learn so many things about the people that he had thought were savages. He would once again find beauty in the world, and would, for the first time, find beauty in his own blade, and beauty within himself, in spite of what he had done.

Gan stayed there for five years, learning all that he could. He heard that his army had left at some time during his training. It was no surprise to him that nobody had come looking. He was presumed dead, and it was too late to return home now. If he didn't then, he might as well have been dead, and if he did, then it would come to light that he was a deserter, and Gan would be made to wish he would have died that day.

Gan was a natural with a blade. He was able to pick up techniques and methods of combat through viewing his Sifu perform the movements a single time. It made him wonder about 'techniques,' if they could even be called that, that he was forced to learn before being shipped out here in the first place. If nothing else he was glad that the problem had seemed to come from his instructor, and not himself.

During Gan's training, he had become close with his Sifu, an old man who looked much too frail to even care for himself, let alone be a grandmaster with a blade. For reasons that even Gan was not aware of, his Sifu decided to entrust him with the dojo's blade, a sword that was supposedly crafted from the soul of a beast that could manipulate gravity at will. Upon calling its name, the blade doubled the weight of all thing that touched it. Gan, like most peasants, was only familiar with magic to the point that he was aware of its existence. As such, he had no idea how the blade worked, but he gracefully accepted his Sifu's gift.

Mere days after Gan had received the gravity blade Wabisuke, his Sifu passed away peacefully and in his sleep. After paying his respects and laying his Sifu to rest in the traditional manner, Gan decided that he had learnt all he could from this magnificent country that he once hated so much. Endeavouring to see as much of the beauty of the world as he could, he sorted the few belongings he still possessed from his army day and made his way to the city before boarding the first passing boat he could see and taking it to lands unknown, excited for what he may find. How has the world changed in the years since he had seen it last? Gan couldn't wait to find out.

Theme Song

@warlockmage

Vince M or "M"

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For most of his life Vince had only been with his mother. His father was killed while he was young, and his mother worked hard to support both Vince and herself. It didn't take very long for his mother or Vince to figure out he was a mutant. When he ran into a door and when he fell down there was 2 of him, and his copy had a completely different personality from Vince's.

After trial and error it was determined that Vince could make clones of himself whenever he generated or was struck by kinetic force. Vince also realized he could absorb the memories and skills of his clones. While he was working around the house he would send clones to learn sword fighting and different combat styles.

At age 8 Vince and his mother noticed Wings were growing on his back, Vince's mom would say it was because his dad was Avarian, the wings would continue to grow as Vince grew.

Around age 10 Vince noticed an M was "inked" onto his face, a side effect of his mutation and it could not be removed. Vince decided to change his last name to "M" and would go by that for the rest of his life. A distinguishing characteristic.

When Vince hit 18 he decided to leave his home in search of riches to escape his impoverished life style. He illegally booked passage to the port of Tarrin and awaited his arrival

Race: Half-Avarian

Trait: 616 Angel's wings (cleared with ET)

Class: Mutant

Body: Grifter

Skill: Backlash

Gear: 1 metal Whip

Power: Multiple Man's Duplication (limit to 5 clones)

@lan_fan

Jill Kathleen

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Bio:

NameJill Kathleen
Age17
LikesHelping other people, learning new things, practicing magic.
DislikesCrowds, mindless monsters, fighting, stupid rules and beliefs.
PersonalityShy, awkward, curious.

Backstory:

I was born from a normal Nephilim family in Edral. All of my family members are mages, so I was also trained to be one. Unlike the rest of Nephilims, I don't like fighting, and I don't hate the elves as much as the others do... I mean, the problem was with our ancestors, right? It didn't have anything to do with us.

Since I was little, I heard a lot of stories about Tarrin slowly becoming the most dangerous place in the kingdom.There was something odd about that place, like it was calling me. Ever since I was 13 years old, I kept having weird dreams about a cursed building. The only thing that I could remember vividly from the dream was a tall building with no window, in a place called Tentra Street. In each dream, different person would enter the building and get snatched away by a dark creature that I couldn't identify. Actually, the only thing that I could actually identify from the creature was its large eye. After devouring the victims, that scary eye looked at me, and that's where my dream ended every time. I knew for a fact that Tentra Street was located in Tarrin.

In my family's belief, reoccurring nightmares could mean bad things. I didn't want them to worry about me, so I never told them about the dream. In fact, I never even told anyone about it. I learnt apparition since I was 15, but my father charmed my whole family with anti-apparition spell to certain locations, and Tarrin was one of them. The purpose of the spell was to protect us if someone tried to force apparate us to dangerous locations. Conveniently making me unable to magically travel to Tarrin. The only thing that could break the charm was if I set foot on Tarrin myself.

One day, I heard that an illegal ship was going to sail to Tarrin. I decided to go. I had to... I had to know what was actually going on. I was aware of the risk, but I couldn't let this opportunity go to waste. My family tried to stop me, saying that it was too dangerous. They were not wrong by any mean, but that was the risk I was willing to take. I immediately apparated to the ship when it was about to sail. I didn't bother to buy a ticket nor even pay for the trip since this wasn't legal anyway. So there I was, sailing to the most dangerous place in the kingdom to find out the truth about my reoccurring nightmare. I don't know what's gonna happen, but I'm hoping for the best.

Build:

Column HeadColumn Head
RaceNephilim
ClassMage
BodyDCEU Batman
SkillCW Arrow
GearWand
MagicApparition, Reducto, Crucio, Alohomora, Appare Vestigium

@lunacyde

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Character Overview:

Overview:Saoirse Ó Conaill
Hair/Eye Color:Black hair, blue eyes
Age:22
Personality:She's a wild tomboy with a short fuse, and a love for the drink
Likes:Roughing up rich pricks and taking their toys, whiskey
Dislikes:Aristocrats, Litterers, People who abuse animals

Theme:

Backstory:

Saoirse grew up an orphan on the streets, begging and thieving to keep her stomach full and clothes on her body. It wasn't long before she was taken in and trained by a local thieves guild who saw potential in the thin stick of a girl. The younger members of the guild soon came to be like older brothers, teaching her to lie, cheat, steal, and fight. She could take a beating better than most, a necessity growing up with her adoptive brothers whose methods could be rough at times. One night during a heist she was captured by the lord they had attempted to steal from, but instead of being killed she was given a choice. She could serve the lord, or she could bare her neck to the headsman. Should she agree to serve him, the lord would provide for her every need. His master-at-arms would train her to be a full-fledged warrior; but with the condition that she would use her skills as a thief, and a warrior to take back that which was taken from him. Of all the weapons she studied, the spear felt most perfect in her hand, as if it had always belonged there, an extension of her body. It was this weapon that she would master, earning the right to wield Gae Buidhe, the cursed spear, on her quest.

Build Overview:

  • Race: Nephilim
  • Class: Bogatyr
  • Body: Snake-Eyes
  • Skillset: Cu Cuhlainn
  • Gear: Gae Buidhe + A dagger

@thetruebarryallen

Viola Hampton; The Baroness

"Maybe if you'd fought like a man you wouldn't have lost to a woman, eh?"

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Build Information

  • Race: Human/Juvala (Other)
  • Class: Mutant
  • Body: Batman w/6 Arms (Spiral's Arms are my OTHER RACE modification)
  • Skill: Bullseye
  • Power: Spider-Man's Spider Sense
  • Gear: Bow & Arrows w/Quiver

Story Information

The Baroness has lived her life on the seas, truly. Her mother, a captive of a legendary Dread Pirate, gave birth while stowed away in the hull during a great and massive storm. The captain, declaring it an omen to kill any born aboard a ship, adopted the girl and taught her everything he knew. Unfortunately for him, he taught her too well, and at the age of 16 she overthrew the pirate in the midst of battle, leading a mutiny and claiming the position as captain for herself. She then rose to infamy among the ranks of other pirates and became the subject of ghost stories that sailors would tell one another while out on the seas.

Things were going well for the Baroness, too well, if she had learned anything from her own rise to power then it was that those serving you are always looking for a chance to kill you; and because of this, she had adapted a sort of danger sense. It might be because of the storm, or maybe it was something her mother had passed onto her, but the Baroness always knew when danger was near, which explains how she'd escaped her ship the night her second in command tried to overthrow her. Jumping overboard the Baroness floated in the sea for days on end, clinging to a barrel, wondering each day if it were to be her last.

Finally, suddenly, she saw a ship, a cargo ship, carrying people, things, it wasn't well armed and it was better than the water she'd been resting in, and so, she climbed aboard. Her next journey was a mystery to her, but as long as she lived to sail another day she was happy, and so she would, she would sail right into Tarrin and begin again.

Second Boat

@the_red_viper

  • Race - other (physical trait would be Hellboy's tail).
  • Class - Bogatyr
  • Body - FOX Deadpool
  • Skillset - Green Arrow (Post Crisis/New 52/ Rebirth)
  • Gear:
    • Enchanted - Head Key (Locke & Key)
    • Regular - Bow and arrows, duh!

@higherpower

  • Race: Elf
  • Class: Bogatyr

@sazzmi

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"You may pray to the gods if you wish, just know they are on my side,"

Aralim; Disciple of Light

Background/Personality

He's basically Bibleman.

Build

  • Race: Aasimar
  • Trait: N52 Hawkman's wings
  • Class: Bogatyr
  • Body: Diablo Monk
  • Skill: Moon Knight
  • Special gear: Ashbringer
  • Gear: Armor similar to the one pictured

@primez0ne

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Tigraloth Felleyes

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@higorm

Goran Isceradin

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Character Overview:

Overview:Goran Isceradin
Hair/Eye Color:Dark brown hair, light brown eyes
Age:22
Personality:Known for his air of mystery, Goran is a distant and reserved man, showing his emotions only to his closest companions. He is noticeably pragmatic, willing and able to exact whatever means necessary to achieve a desired end. Though he bears a title of utmost honor, he isn't opposed to wet work, conversely being completely apathetic to the spilling of blood. His willpower is unshakable and his conviction absolute; even with his name slandered twice, in both cases, he seeks primarily the restoration of the Kaldwin lineage to the throne.
Likes:TBA:
Dislikes:TBA:

Theme Song

Backstory:

Goran was born into a lower class family in the Batista Mining District of Karnaca on the 25th day of the Month of Nets in 1798. Goran used to live happily, often wandering through the more rural parts of the city until his father, a lumber worker, was killed in a workplace accident. He then grew up with his elder sister Beatrici, fighting in the streets, until she moved to Morley and the family subsequently lost all contact with her.

At the age of 16, Goran won the Blade Verbena, an annual sword duel festival, which earned him an early officer ranking in the Grand Serkonan Guard. During his time as a soldier, Goran was involved in conflicts against several organized crime groups including rogue city states and pirate bands on the island chain east from Serkonos.

Eventually, after two years of service, Theodanis Abele, the Duke of Serkonos, became highly impressed by his skill, and on the 28th day of the Month of Rain, Goran was sent to Dunwall to serve the Emperor Euhorn Kaldwin as a diplomatic gift. On his last night in Karnaca, he danced and drank until dawn, celebrating his new position and his skill as a swordsman that had given it to him. A few months after his departure to Dunwall, Goran learned about the passing of his mother Paloma, a few weeks after he had left Karnaca.

A year later, Goran was chosen to serve as Royal Protector to the Emperor's daughter, Jessamine Kaldwin, which in the process gave him a higher social status. Goran since loyally served Jessamine as her personal bodyguard, courier, and spy.

Goran and Jessamine secretly became lovers in 1823. However, their lasting closeness did not go unnoticed by the general public, and rumors to that effect circulated throughout Dunwall. While several people (including Lydia Brooklaine, Treavor Pendleton, and Anton Sokolov) mention the affair to Goran , it is never publicly acknowledged. Four years later, Emily was born from their relationship, though her paternal parentage was initially kept secret. Despite this situation, Goran maintained a strong bond with his daughter and often publicly interacted with her in a familiar and affectionate manner. Emily's behavior toward Goran suggests that she sees him as a father figure, and she often asks to be taught by him.

Goran is described as being mysterious and quiet, with Wallace Higgins and Treavor Pendleton claiming that despite his high social standing, those of the court know little about him.

Build Overview:

  • Race: Nephilim
  • Class: Mage
  • Body: Bucky Barnes
  • Skillset: Corvo Attano (Dishonored)

@seagod

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Name: Dran

Class: Mage

Race: Kishin

Body: Jin Kazaragi

Skill: Haruto Soma

  • Bind
  • Extend
  • Liquid
  • Copy
  • Defend

Race Trait: Demon wings

Backstory: Being a Demon God in these times is tough so what is one supposed to do but bind their power to be as weak as possible to live amongst the lesser species for a bit of fun. If he happens to achieve fortune and fame along the way who is he to complain.

Third Boat

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@jacthripper

Kyvek Dunspar

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Build

  • Race- Orc
  • Class- Artificer
  • Body- Ultimate Hawkeye
  • Gear-
  • Skillset- Deathstroke
  • Alignment- Lawful Neutral

The son of a great warchief, Kyvek was born smaller than his kin. Because of this, he was left on the side of a hill to die, only to be found by a wandering mercenary, Dale, and raised as his own son. Years later, after learning his heritage, Kyvek returned to his homeland, to face his own father in combat. However, upon arrival, he was shocked to find that the warchief was not his father, but instead his mother, Bludhild. In the ensuing fight to the death, Kyvek reigned victorious, and led the tribe for a short but bloody year. Growing tired of the bloodshed, in the middle of the night, Kyvek left his tribe, and came to Edral, seeking a better path. What that will be, he does not know.

@tetsukage

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  • Name: Ayzen
  • Race: Halfling (Half Human / Half unknown)
  • Race Trait: Eyes of Magic Detection (Example: If someone uses a spell that shoots fire from they're hand, Ayzen will see the Magic gathering in the hand.)
  • Class: Bogatyr
  • Special Item: Asta's anti magic sword
  • Normal Item: Steel Breastplate
  • Body: TBD
  • Skill: Kenshin Himura

@manaman

Wraith

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Body: MCU Black Widow

Class: Mage

Race: Nephilim

Skill: Dack Fayden

Spells: Ill PM them shortly

Gear: None

Backstory: WIP

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#3 Posted by SeaGod (4694 posts) - - Show Bio

@emperorthanos-: reserve

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#4 Posted by SupremeGeneration (11922 posts) - - Show Bio

Damn you, I can’t!

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#5 Posted by emperorthanos- (16576 posts) - - Show Bio

@seagod said:

@emperorthanos-: reserve

Got it.

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#6 Posted by GilgameshThePimpToEndAllPimps (2658 posts) - - Show Bio

reserve me, I'll give ya a build soon.

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#7 Posted by emperorthanos- (16576 posts) - - Show Bio
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#8 Posted by TheTrueBarryAllen (12960 posts) - - Show Bio

Reserve me; making a build now.

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#9 Posted by FlashGreaterSignEveryone (1843 posts) - - Show Bio

I can't play but i'd like to follow TAEP?

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#10 Posted by HigherPower (12393 posts) - - Show Bio

Reserve me as a Bogatyr class Elf.

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#11 Posted by emperorthanos- (16576 posts) - - Show Bio

Reserve me; making a build now.

Done

I can't play but i'd like to follow TAEP?

There will be a lot of small back and forth. I guess I can tag you in any big debates.

Sure you don't want to just play?

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#12 Posted by cKarma (142 posts) - - Show Bio

Reserve

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#13 Posted by deactivated-5ca9389143922 (596 posts) - - Show Bio

Reserve

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#14 Posted by MyLittleFascist (31730 posts) - - Show Bio

Well that filled out fast...

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#15 Posted by SupremeGeneration (11922 posts) - - Show Bio

@emperorthanos-: I can’t, too many CaVs as is... though some of those bodies might be usable with Sunny... damned you...

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#16 Posted by emperorthanos- (16576 posts) - - Show Bio

@emperorthanos-: I can’t, too many CaVs as is... though some of those bodies might be usable with Sunny... damned you...

Like I said this will be more focused on RPing. So you won't get into big debates that often and you can honestly avoid them early on. Don't think of this ike the Hunger Games where it is threat after threat.

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#17 Posted by SupremeGeneration (11922 posts) - - Show Bio

@emperorthanos-: oh nvm then, have fun.

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#18 Posted by emperorthanos- (16576 posts) - - Show Bio

@emperorthanos-: oh nvm then, have fun.

Hm alright. I assume you aren't interested in rping? You can take on threats if you want to. The whole point of this is to give people the choice.

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#19 Posted by SupremeGeneration (11922 posts) - - Show Bio

@supremegeneration said:

@emperorthanos-: oh nvm then, have fun.

Hm alright. I assume you aren't interested in rping? You can take on threats if you want to. The whole point of this is to give people the choice.

I'd rather keep looking for someone to take on Sunny instead, more straightforward. Thanks, though.

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#20 Posted by Darthjhawk (5588 posts) - - Show Bio
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Come entertain me mongrels.

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#21 Posted by FlashGreaterSignEveryone (1843 posts) - - Show Bio

There will be a lot of small back and forth. I guess I can tag you in any big debates.

Sure you don't want to just play?

I used to play a lot of D&D so this being very similar would be great. Sadly no longer have the free time to invest into any roleplaying as of right now.

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#22 Edited by TheTrueBarryAllen (12960 posts) - - Show Bio

Viola Hampton, The Baroness

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Build Information

  • Race: Other (the mystery aspect is too fun to give up here)
  • Class: Mutant
  • Body: Batman
  • Skill: Bullseye
  • Gear: Bow & Quiver w/arrows
  • Power: Spider-Man's Spider Sense

Story Information

The Baroness has lived her life on the seas, truly. Her mother, a captive of a legendary Dread Pirate, gave birth while stowed away in the hull during a great and massive storm. The captain, declaring it an omen to kill any born aboard a ship, adopted the girl and taught her everything he knew. Unfortunately for him, he taught her too well, and at the age of 16 she overthrew the pirate in the midst of battle, leading a mutiny and claiming the position as captain for herself. She then rose to infamy among the ranks of other pirates and became the subject of ghost stories that sailors would tell one another while out on the seas.

Things were going well for the Baroness, too well, if she had learned anything from her own rise to power then it was that those serving you are always looking for a chance to kill you; and because of this, she had adapted a sort of danger sense. It might be because of the storm, or maybe it was something her mother had passed onto her, but the Baroness always knew when danger was near, which explains how she'd escaped her ship the night her second in command tried to overthrow her. Jumping overboard the Baroness floated in the sea for days on end, clinging to a barrel, wondering each day if it were to be her last.

Finally, suddenly, she saw a ship, a cargo ship, carrying people, things, it wasn't well armed and it was better than the water she'd been resting in, and so, she climbed aboard. Her next journey was a mystery to her, but as long as she lived to sail another day she was happy, and so she would, she would sail right into Tarrin and begin again.

(I hope I did this right @emperorthanos-)

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#23 Posted by emperorthanos- (16576 posts) - - Show Bio

@thetruebarryallen: Batman might be a bit too fast. Though I might up the speed limits so have a back up in case I don't.

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#24 Posted by TheTrueBarryAllen (12960 posts) - - Show Bio

@thetruebarryallen: Batman might be a bit too fast. Though I might up the speed limits so have a back up in case I don't.

Alright; I'll take Nightwing as a backup I suppose!

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#25 Posted by emperorthanos- (16576 posts) - - Show Bio
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#28 Posted by Chronicplane (9203 posts) - - Show Bio

@emperorthanos-: With the mutants I presume your character is given full knowledge on the power and how to use it right?

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#30 Edited by Warlockmage (9312 posts) - - Show Bio

@emperorthanos-: guess just tag me when the next set is going in... since i missed it. (i'll fill in backstory and everything once you give me the Ok)

Vince M or "M"

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For most of his life Vince had only been with his mother. His father was killed while he was young, and his mother worked hard to support both Vince and herself. It didn't take very long for his mother or Vince to figure out he was a mutant. When he ran into a door and when he fell down there was 2 of him, and his copy had a completely different personality from Vince's.

After trial and error it was determined that Vince could make clones of himself whenever he generated or was struck by kinetic force. Vince also realized he could absorb the memories and skills of his clones. While he was working around the house he would send clones to learn sword fighting and different combat styles.

At age 8 Vine and his mother noticed Wings were growing on his back, Vince's mom would say it was because his dad was Avarian, the wings would continue to grow as Vince grew.

Around age 10 Vince noticed an M was "inked" onto his face, a side effect of his mutation and it could not be removed. Vince decided to change his last name to "M" and would go by that for the rest of his life. A distinguishing characteristic.

When Vince hit 18 he decided to leave his home in search of riches to escape his impoverished life style. He illegally booked passage to the port of Tarrin and awaited his arrival

Race: Half-Avarian

Trait: 616 Angel's wings (cleared with ET)

Class: Mutant

Body: Grifter

Skill: Backlash

Gear: 1 metal Whip

Power: Multiple Man's Duplication (limit to 5 clones)

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#31 Posted by emperorthanos- (16576 posts) - - Show Bio

@warlockmage: Looks good but I'm going to limit it to 5 clones. Also if you vote on the match you can go on the first boat.

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#34 Edited by MyLittleFascist (31730 posts) - - Show Bio

@totallynotjucas said:

@emperorthanos-: How many spells can mages start with?

It's case by case, but around 3-5 is what I was thinking would probably be around average.

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#35 Posted by Warlockmage (9312 posts) - - Show Bio

@warlockmage: Looks good but I'm going to limit it to 5 clones. Also if you vote on the match you can go on the first boat.

5 clones is perfect (i wanted to suggest 5, but i figured ehh ask for 7 see what happens) and i'll vote out of respect to you... you can put me in the second boat either way... lemme go read

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#36 Posted by the_red_viper (12791 posts) - - Show Bio

Reserve, if only for the reason that you used that picture of Artorias in your OP.

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#37 Posted by deactivated-5ca9389143922 (596 posts) - - Show Bio

@mylittlefascist: I was thinking Kazuma with Steal, Bind and Drain Touch. Although it'd depend on the rules of what the haxy ones can do.

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#38 Posted by emperorthanos- (16576 posts) - - Show Bio

@mylittlefascist: I was thinking Kazuma with Steal, Bind and Drain Touch. Although it'd depend on the rules of what the haxy ones can do.

PM Scans of the abilities

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#39 Posted by emperorthanos- (16576 posts) - - Show Bio

@emperorthanos- said:

@warlockmage: Looks good but I'm going to limit it to 5 clones. Also if you vote on the match you can go on the first boat.

5 clones is perfect (i wanted to suggest 5, but i figured ehh ask for 7 see what happens) and i'll vote out of respect to you... you can put me in the second boat either way... lemme go read

Thanks for voting

Reserve, if only for the reason that you used that picture of Artorias in your OP.

Got you.

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#42 Posted by the_red_viper (12791 posts) - - Show Bio

@emperorthanos-: if I choose an Artificer, can I choose several pieces of gear that don't necessarily belong to the same character or am I limited to choosing a set of gear that belongs to a single character?

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#43 Posted by geekryan (4770 posts) - - Show Bio
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#44 Posted by emperorthanos- (16576 posts) - - Show Bio

@emperorthanos-: if I choose an Artificer, can I choose several pieces of gear that don't necessarily belong to the same character or am I limited to choosing a set of gear that belongs to a single character?

It would have to be the same set of gear.

@geekryan said:

@emperorthanos-: Nice! I'm down to join if you extend the limit past 8

Oh like I said 8 to start with. Essentially there is a boat every week so I'll be adding new people every Friday.

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#45 Edited by geekryan (4770 posts) - - Show Bio

@emperorthanos- said:

Oh like I said 8 to start with. Essentially there is a boat every week so I'll be adding new people every Friday.

Ahhhh okay. Gotcha.

Well in that case, can you elaborate on the Mage class and examples of spells? I.e. limits of spells, banned abilities, amount of spells

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#46 Edited by emperorthanos- (16576 posts) - - Show Bio

@the_red_viper: actually on second thought sure you can make a an armor from different sets

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#47 Posted by SupremeGeneration (11922 posts) - - Show Bio

@emperorthanos-: Alright I'll join soon as I get info on whether you're allowing trick arrows and the limits on armor?

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#48 Posted by Warlockmage (9312 posts) - - Show Bio

@emperorthanos-: finalized character build with backstory (let me know if the backstory contradicts any lore or the story, i may be the closest thing to living perfection but i still occasionally make mistakes)

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#49 Posted by Just_Banter (12413 posts) - - Show Bio

Reserve me will make build later thanks

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#50 Posted by MyLittleFascist (31730 posts) - - Show Bio

@warlockmage: The picture itself kind of clashes with the setting IMO. It's supposed to be a medieval fantasy setting a la Witcher/DarkSouls/Skyrim etc.