Demons are cool. Just try not to make her too powerful or else I'd have to make equally strong enemies and then the poor city would have to suffer the consequences of such battles.
Yeah, I know that, I have made demons before. So don't worry about me going overboard. They will be within the confines like myriad other characters spawned, even if they are more powerful in other domains.
If you have the time:
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Through the vast entity that is the Internet, we now find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. A place of new faces, new personalities, and new adventurers alike. This place is the new home of our motley crew, and it is called Batoto. Here, as we meander through bustling streets and cobblestone draped markets, we find the first new person we will meet this day. Diabolical Rhapsody. What is so curious and is immediately the most noticeable thing about this shy soul is his height. Towering over eight feet high and sporting a two-handed mace that weighs more than some men, one would expect this scraggly bearded giant to be a savage barbarian. Yet those who dare try to scratch the surface a touch soon find a kind soul who so earnestly aims to please. Accompanying the vodka that he drinks and sings softly to is a pen quill made of the finest eagle's feather. His tools of imagination and creation, the studious giant fervently writes his passages for us all to see.
Wunderbar. I know a couple other people are making demons and have been telling them all the same things. Just have to cover all the bases.
well due to popular media depiction, Demons are the first few entries that spawn in mind when we think supernatural.
Others being magi, Vamps and Werewolves.
If you have the time:
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Through the vast entity that is the Internet, we now find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. A place of new faces, new personalities, and new adventurers alike. This place is the new home of our motley crew, and it is called Batoto. Here, as we meander through bustling streets and cobblestone draped markets, we find the first new person we will meet this day. Diabolical Rhapsody. What is so curious and is immediately the most noticeable thing about this shy soul is his height. Towering over eight feet high and sporting a two-handed mace that weighs more than some men, one would expect this scraggly bearded giant to be a savage barbarian. Yet those who dare try to scratch the surface a touch soon find a kind soul who so earnestly aims to please. Accompanying the vodka that he drinks and sings softly to is a pen quill made of the finest eagle's feather. His tools of imagination and creation, the studious giant fervently writes his passages for us all to see.
I might bring back a Fae character I made a while back. Would that be permissible?
Myself, as told by a Hawk;
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For our next friend, we travel to a world within a world where the mists grow thick.
Pale blades of tall grass blow wistfully in the moonlight upon the sacred clearing where our next member resides. It is but a whisper of the wind, or the ripple upon the stillness of a pond that gives away the movement of our old friend, SliceandDice. Subtlety and Combat are his preferences, choosing to strike from the shadows when his aversary least expects it. Using swords, daggers, poisons and Shakespearean prose as his weapons of choice. Donning a hood that hides the golden color of his eyes, a dark scar upon his cheek tells tales of conflicts past, of triumphs and tribulations. With a scowl over a stubbled chin, he goes about his devout work feverishly, insuring that no impurities stray to which they don't belong. Taking from those who have far too much, and giving to those who have far too little, the overwatch he now is to the scoundrels of society has become a feared whisper among those corrupt. With their last sight being a flash of metal that lays their windpipe open to the nighttime sky. He goes about his work for us by dabbling the tip of a fountain pen in fine ink and a sip of Rum, fervently guiding his instrument across the paper in haphazard yet concise lines, he spins for us the visions he sees. ~By Trouble
He was basically a rip off of Puck from Midsummer Night's Dream. I even used Peaceblossom's monologue about him as his description.
Rest assured, he'll be much more inspired and much less outright stolen if I bring him back.
Myself, as told by a Hawk;
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For our next friend, we travel to a world within a world where the mists grow thick.
Pale blades of tall grass blow wistfully in the moonlight upon the sacred clearing where our next member resides. It is but a whisper of the wind, or the ripple upon the stillness of a pond that gives away the movement of our old friend, SliceandDice. Subtlety and Combat are his preferences, choosing to strike from the shadows when his aversary least expects it. Using swords, daggers, poisons and Shakespearean prose as his weapons of choice. Donning a hood that hides the golden color of his eyes, a dark scar upon his cheek tells tales of conflicts past, of triumphs and tribulations. With a scowl over a stubbled chin, he goes about his devout work feverishly, insuring that no impurities stray to which they don't belong. Taking from those who have far too much, and giving to those who have far too little, the overwatch he now is to the scoundrels of society has become a feared whisper among those corrupt. With their last sight being a flash of metal that lays their windpipe open to the nighttime sky. He goes about his work for us by dabbling the tip of a fountain pen in fine ink and a sip of Rum, fervently guiding his instrument across the paper in haphazard yet concise lines, he spins for us the visions he sees. ~By Trouble
Done and ready for consideration. Check and let me know if more changes are necessary.
If you have the time:
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Through the vast entity that is the Internet, we now find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. A place of new faces, new personalities, and new adventurers alike. This place is the new home of our motley crew, and it is called Batoto. Here, as we meander through bustling streets and cobblestone draped markets, we find the first new person we will meet this day. Diabolical Rhapsody. What is so curious and is immediately the most noticeable thing about this shy soul is his height. Towering over eight feet high and sporting a two-handed mace that weighs more than some men, one would expect this scraggly bearded giant to be a savage barbarian. Yet those who dare try to scratch the surface a touch soon find a kind soul who so earnestly aims to please. Accompanying the vodka that he drinks and sings softly to is a pen quill made of the finest eagle's feather. His tools of imagination and creation, the studious giant fervently writes his passages for us all to see.
Love the humanoid pic of your character you've found DR. xD
I've got the character I want to use in mind but once again struggling on the background.
Hate backgrounds sometimes. xD
The Epic Of X:
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While we fade away from the bustling market where our benevolent giant resides, we spend what seems to be endless hours winding through the unfamiliar cobblestone streets. Slithering through the labyrinth of darkened streets and narrow passages until in this expansive city, we reach a place where the light rarely touches. There, beneath a fickle and flickering lamp, sitting upon her throne that marks her the queen of the underworld with a cunning and seductive smile is none other than I-Am-X. Calmly observing us with a yellowed iris beset upon harrowing black, her fanged grin only grows wider as her fingertip guides the rod that stirs a tall, thin glass of suspicious looking Red Wine. Here in the Dark, we exist temporarily in her Kingdom. A place where the unsavory sorts can find sanctuary, a black market, and often the tools of death, subtlety, and subterfuge.
Sliding her sultry fingertip upon the spine of a book, the tome seems almost alive as it shudders and props open to a blank, but weathered page. Dipping a sharpened fountain pen in ink, she takes her mark upon the leathery parchment after a sip of her Bloodied delicacy. Not a moment later for us, the innocent-minded folks living upon the streets above, she describes to us her next devilish machination.
Love the humanoid pic of your character you've found DR. xD
I've got the character I want to use in mind but once again struggling on the background.
Hate backgrounds sometimes. xD
I was lucky this time on Deviant art... It was the only decent Vampire pic I could find.
Yeah Background can be a bit of a pain. xD
For this to be my 12th RP I am turning a new leaf in activity hopefully
If you have the time:
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Through the vast entity that is the Internet, we now find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. A place of new faces, new personalities, and new adventurers alike. This place is the new home of our motley crew, and it is called Batoto. Here, as we meander through bustling streets and cobblestone draped markets, we find the first new person we will meet this day. Diabolical Rhapsody. What is so curious and is immediately the most noticeable thing about this shy soul is his height. Towering over eight feet high and sporting a two-handed mace that weighs more than some men, one would expect this scraggly bearded giant to be a savage barbarian. Yet those who dare try to scratch the surface a touch soon find a kind soul who so earnestly aims to please. Accompanying the vodka that he drinks and sings softly to is a pen quill made of the finest eagle's feather. His tools of imagination and creation, the studious giant fervently writes his passages for us all to see.
The Walker family is a prestigious family of elves, who were known for being strict, haughty, and cruel. Within the family there are many mages who are known for their superb intellect and talent. This trait is shared among most of the members of the Walker family, and Flynn is no exception. However he was always different when compared to most of his kinsman. Ever since Flynn was a boy he loved putting a smile on the faces of people he met, and helping others in need. This weird personality led to him becoming the favourite child of his father, the current head of the Walker family. The normally cold and unwelcoming Decimus Walker always had a soft spot for his son’s unpredictability and quirkiness.
Flynn Walker’s love for helping people and his natural talent for magic led him to becoming a Private Investigator. With the some of his own personal wealth, the young elf decided to open his own magic store that doubles as a sort of headquarters where he started to accept cases from many of the inhabitants within town. Flynn decided to name his place of business the “The Floating Frog” as a tribute to his pet and partner, Hopkins.
Over the years, Flynn Walker has made many friends and connections within New Breton through his work as a Private Investigator. He looks to them for help whenever he needs it, which isn’t too often, but most of the time they do come in handy. These days Flynn can be found floating around somewhere waiting for his next investigation.
Relationships:
The Walker Family - Flynn’s very own family. Whenever he find himself in a spot of trouble he looks to his father and the family for resources, guidance, and sometimes money.
Private Investigators and Bounty Hunters - Flynn has been known to work with many detectives and bounty hunters in order to pay back the favors that he owes them from previous experiences.
Hopkins - Flynn’s partner in crime. Hopkins can always be seen either in the elf’s front pocket or floating by his side due to Flynn’s levitation magic.
Special Skills:
Magic Man - Since his toddler days Flynn was taught a variety of magic and spells, but he is the most talented in Illusion and Levitation magic. Most of the time he can be found hovering about.
Elven Intelligence - Because of his natural intellect due to his Elven blood he is much more perceptive and astute than most. This greatly helps Flynn in his line of work.
Age: It's been about 200 years since she's had a solid body.
Gender: Baphomet. If you don’t know what that means, just call it female, it’s technically not wrong.
Race: Pagan Diety
Background: Baphomet’s tale, screwed up a lot by history is actually fairly short. She came about when enough women in the Middle Ages took to trying to learn magic for their collective belief to give her form. From there she went about keeping her worshippers by being a very proactive deity and teaching her followers all about magic. Of course then the Churches had to go throw a hissy fit and brand her the Devil. Really, people have no idea how insulting it is to be referred to as a devil who got grounded by its father for life.
All was well and good really except that with the constant referrals to being the devil and all of said witch hunts did a number on her worshippers and being a deity who came into being purely based on belief…well let’s just say that there’s a reason that idiots were able to get away with a lot of their stunts involving her without experiencing some heavy duty divine retribution. Although she did spend a few years hanging out with various being in the Limbo of not having enough faith to be perceived by people. Charon's really a swell guy once he gets to finally take a break.
She kept up her socialising until the upsurge in Witchcraft in the 20th century when people started taking an interest in the forms of Witchcraft (mainly by trying to make crap potions but she wasn't picky about her faith). Mainly, it was enough for her to wake up from her semi-slumber, and after cutting a deal with a desperate kid, getting herself a solid body. Her first act in that state was some payback. How? Well when you have a child sized deity and a bunch of priests who are under enforced chastity, well its not that hard to tempt people into doing things that others will not approve of with someone of her figure.
She now spends her time not causing scandals in New Brenton, socializing with the supernatural side of things, teaching magic to prospective witches, teaching them how to avoid getting burned at the stake and other painful things, and running a small brewery/bar that devils and angels and the like tend to frequent. The no fighting rule is heavily enforced; the angels and devils don’t want the extra work and Baphomet hates having to clean up the messes.
The general theory amongst the other divinity is that she looks like a kid because technically, she is still a young god and she’ll grow up as she gets into the groove of things. Like gaining any significant divine power.
Relationships: The whole divinity line - Most demons, elder gods, devils, gods and the like know who she is and she’s on reasonable terms with most of them. Except the Christian god for obvious reasons. It helps that she’s the best brewer in the city; there’s a reason witches are known for their potions and after a long day of work, having a place to get plastered where the owner will make sure you get back home is never a bad thing.
Special Skills: She may the source of witchcraft and potions and all but far and away, her greatest skill is that she’s a pretty laid back god that for various reasons, has a lot of friends who like her alive. And never doubt how many things can be resolved by talking things out over a good beer.
That said, she literally invented potion brewing that actually does something besides poison people. Her brewing skills are pretty top-notch and she might sell a few specific potions given enough incentive.
Lazily slumbering by day, and wreaking havoc at night is none other than the Demoness that goes by the name Darkoda. Trickster and troublemaker alike, she is that which goes bump in the night. Toys in the shadows and plays on your fears to her advantage. Though usually her mischief is harmless, she is not a poltergeist you wish to enrage or gain disfavor from. With a brilliant smile and cat-like pupils set upon crimson irises, the pale silver of her hair just might be the only thing that might give away her location whenever she is setting up her next prank or ploy. Slumbering within the "haunted" grounds beneath the castle, her fitful dreams are ones of great splendor, wonder, and imagination. Dreams of the places she wishes she could go, if she weren't bound to the confines of the castle. A place where she was chained to by the words of the last Emperor, a descendant of her mother, Amaterasu herself. So reviled by this punishment, she became the trickster we all know and love today. Often during the night, the scratching that haunts Hime's dreams are that of Darkoda's claws, inscribing for us her hopes upon the castle wall.
we've Got A and B now all we need is the Village hidden in Lightening
If you have the time:
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Through the vast entity that is the Internet, we now find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. A place of new faces, new personalities, and new adventurers alike. This place is the new home of our motley crew, and it is called Batoto. Here, as we meander through bustling streets and cobblestone draped markets, we find the first new person we will meet this day. Diabolical Rhapsody. What is so curious and is immediately the most noticeable thing about this shy soul is his height. Towering over eight feet high and sporting a two-handed mace that weighs more than some men, one would expect this scraggly bearded giant to be a savage barbarian. Yet those who dare try to scratch the surface a touch soon find a kind soul who so earnestly aims to please. Accompanying the vodka that he drinks and sings softly to is a pen quill made of the finest eagle's feather. His tools of imagination and creation, the studious giant fervently writes his passages for us all to see.
Edited by Axe Of Khorne, 02 December 2013 - 11:18 AM.
If you want to sum up this creature in a paragraph...
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We now descend into the darker ages of humanity. Where cruelty, strife, and persecution run rampant.
It is a billowing column of smoke that announces the presence of the next member of our little corner. Rushing across through a forest of evergreens, we come upon that of a burning village. The flames of what had once been homes roaring vengefully towards the sky as the glisten of steel draped in blood gives away our next friend. Valoraxe. With a lust for battle that has no compare, one could compare him to the berserkers of legend. Charging headfirst into the fray against anyone who might prove to be a challenge, whether it be friend or foe, it matters not. All that matters is that he receives the satisfaction of cleaving and crushing flesh, bone, and sinew with his Axe; which howls like a rabid wolf whenever it tastes blood. The only thing to subdue him for moments of time so that he may write for us is a poison akin to thirty-year-old scotch. Which calms his bloodlust just long enough to write for us, which is transcribed upon the walls of his cavern home with the blackened texture of charcoal.
If you want to sum up this creature in a paragraph...
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We now descend into the darker ages of humanity. Where cruelty, strife, and persecution run rampant.
It is a billowing column of smoke that announces the presence of the next member of our little corner. Rushing across through a forest of evergreens, we come upon that of a burning village. The flames of what had once been homes roaring vengefully towards the sky as the glisten of steel draped in blood gives away our next friend. Valoraxe. With a lust for battle that has no compare, one could compare him to the berserkers of legend. Charging headfirst into the fray against anyone who might prove to be a challenge, whether it be friend or foe, it matters not. All that matters is that he receives the satisfaction of cleaving and crushing flesh, bone, and sinew with his Axe; which howls like a rabid wolf whenever it tastes blood. The only thing to subdue him for moments of time so that he may write for us is a poison akin to thirty-year-old scotch. Which calms his bloodlust just long enough to write for us, which is transcribed upon the walls of his cavern home with the blackened texture of charcoal.
'Cause i'm unoriginal, totally reusing the name of a character that never got fully realized..
Is a dragon okay? I picked dragon whelp, because I imagine 78 years is actually very young for a dragon. Thus, being a dragon young-ling, he doesn't really know how to use his abilities. I figure at most he'd be able to spit a small amount of corrosive acid. (In my mind, green dragon = poison/acid. Thank Warcraft 3 for that one) The most dangerous thing about Frey would be increased strength and endurance, since his dragon abilities have yet to really manifest.
If you would rather not dip into the dragon-ish area of things, that is fine as well, I can just as easily change it up and go the Human route, if you'd prefer.
History will be pending until GM passes judgement on the whole "dragon" thing.
Dragon Physiology -- Frey has an exceptional ability to take hits, though this is mostly due to his heritage as a dragon. Even with the hard to penetrate scales of a dragon, It's important to note that Frey is still very young, so his defenses are significantly weaker in comparison to older/adult dragons. Like his endurance, Frey has uncommon physical strength; is able to inflict severe damage using simple strength. However, his strength is limited, as with his endurance, by his young age.
Ancient Curiosity -- Frey who is often looked down on by the elder dragons due to a general lack of experience has decided to learn as much as possible about the other races, cultures, and other such things that inhabit the strange town of New Brenton
Rogue dear, how many special skills can we have? Is it limited number of however much we want (as long as it is within reason)?
EDIT: Also, anyone wants to make pack of werewolves?
You can have as much as you need so long as it doesn't get silly as makes sense with your backstory.
Sooo yeah, WIP CS here, don't mind me.
'Cause i'm unoriginal, totally reusing the name of a character that never got fully realized..
Is a dragon okay? I picked dragon whelp, because I imagine 78 years is actually very young for a dragon. Thus, being a dragon young-ling, he doesn't really know how to use his abilities. I figure at most he'd be able to spit a small amount of corrosive acid. (In my mind, green dragon = poison/acid. Thank Warcraft 3 for that one) The most dangerous thing about Frey would be increased strength and endurance, since his dragon abilities have yet to really manifest.
If you would rather not dip into the dragon-ish area of things, that is fine as well, I can just as easily change it up and go the Human route, if you'd prefer.
History will be pending until GM passes judgement on the whole "dragon" thing.
Dragon Physiology -- Frey has an exceptional ability to take hits, though this is mostly due to his heritage as a dragon. Even with the hard to penetrate scales of a dragon, It's important to note that Frey is still very young, so his defenses are significantly weaker in comparison to older/adult dragons. Like his endurance, Frey has uncommon physical strength; is able to inflict severe damage using simple strength. However, his strength is limited, as with his endurance, by his young age.
Ancient Curiosity -- Frey who is often looked down on by the elder dragons due to a general lack of experience has decided to learn as much as possible about the other races, cultures, and other such things that inhabit the strange town of New Brenton