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[The Illuminati]

This is the thread where all of the character profiles for Fate: Age of Scions are kept.

This thread is not for discussions, those belong in the AoS OOC thread. This thread is simply here to provide a quick and easy overview of the different characters, their personalities and personal history.

Important NPCs

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Known Scions

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"The darkness has always been here. Watching jealousy. Waiting for the time to rise."
-- Scion Thora, The Paragon of Salvation

 

"They say the gods will curse me but I fear no judgement, and feel no shame or regret. I am death who rides upon the pale horse."
-- Scion Theresa, The Witch Queen

Famous Adventuring Guilds

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Trinity

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"Life is a dark forest where beasts must kill to live. In such a world, it is better to be a tiger than a man."
-- Landon

Name & Description
Landon, The Blade. A rough-mannered swordsman covered in scars and ragged-looking clothing.

Personality
Landon is the very model of the grizzled badass, with an overclocked killer instinct and a genuine taste for deadly violence. He thrives on being challenged and surviving difficult odds to the point that he has difficulty adjusting to situations that can’t be summed up as “kill or be killed”.

His favourite memories are of situations so tense and deadly that he was the only thing left standing on the battlefield, with foes and friends all having died in the fighting. He’s actually interested in quasi-suicidal and impossible-looking missions as ways to push himself and his skills.

Age: 89 yrs., Gender: Male, Height: 5'1 ft., Level: ???
Fate Points: 3, Refresh Rating: 3, Species: Maymoon

Profession
Ronin (light armor): A blademaster who has discarded his armor and his honour, seeing them only as weaknesses that limit his true potential as a warrior.

Aspects
- "Disciple of the Red Fang."
- "The Manners of a Goat."
- "I Owe Elder Qu'Finn Everything."
- "Smashing Is Always an Option."
- "An Eye for an Eye."

Biography
Little is know about this wild man and his aspects remain a mystery to discover as the story progresses.

Skills
+5 Fighter
+4 Duelist, +4 Brawler
+3 Shadow
+2 Renegade, +2 Entertainer
+1 Blacksmith, +1 Marksman, +1 Con Artist, +1 Prodigy

Stunts
I Have Stories to Tell. Gain a bonus to your Entertainer, starting at +2, if your drinking with someone in a tavern.
Backup Weapon. Once per battle, whenever someone succeeds at disarming you, you can switch to your backup weapon. Your opponent gains an advantage, starting at +2, that represents the momentary distraction you suffer for having to switch.
Total Badass. Once per story arc you can reduce the severity of a moderate physical injury to a mild physical injury, or erase a mild physical injury entirely at the cost of a fate point.

Extras
Twin Katanas.

Physical Stress
0/1 Mild
0/2 Moderate
0/3 Severe

Mental Stress
0/1 Mild

Injuries
0/2 Mild
0/4 Moderate
0/6 Severe

Relationships
Cynere Shadowpaw. "She's a good time with a lousy taste in men."
Zird, The Arcane. "Never trust a man with soft hands."

 

"Die with honor and you will be given a place of honor in the afterlife."
-- Cynere

Name & Description
Cynere Shadowpaw. An honorable assassin with fast blades.

Personality
Assassination is her business. At the age of only 10 yrs., Cynere made her first kill. And at the age of 12, she had her first solo kill. To her way of thinking however, she's never murdered anyone. She kills only to defend herself or her friends, or to fulfill a licensed contract -- none of which she considers to be murder. Other than her love for weapons and jewellery, Cynere is only obsessed with two things: efficiency, and avenging her mother's murder.

Age: 23 yrs., Gender: Female, Height: 6'3 ft., Level: ???
Fate Points: 3, Refresh Rating: 3, Species: Aslandi

Profession
Assassin (medium armor): Swift and deadly, an Assassin protects the balance in society by taking out justice against those who view themselves as above the law. Because of this, many Assassins take their job very seriously.

Aspects
- "Infamous Girl with Sword Troubles."
- "Tempted by Shiny Things."
- "I’ve Got Zird’s Back."
- "A Sucker for a Sob Story."
- "Secret Sister of Barathar."

Biography
An assassin for hire with a past shrouded in lies and half truthes. The only thing that we know for sure is that she is the leader of her little group.

Skills
+5 Duelist
+4 Keen Eyes, +4 Fighter
+3 Con Artist
+2 Investigative Mind, +2 Brawler
+1 Smuggler, +1 Alchemist, +1 Burglar, +1 Paragon

Stunts
Warmaster. Gain a bonus to your Fighter rolls, starting at +2, to create an advantage against your opponent -- provided the opponent has a fighting style or a weakness you previously observed with your skill, Keen Eyes.
The Catwoman. You can use your Duelist skill in place of your Burglar skill for all overcome actions that have to do with stealing, provided you don’t have to bypass a lock or interact with any other security measures.
Danger Sense. You have an almost preternatural capacity for detecting danger. Your Keen Eyes skill works unimpeded by conditions like total concealment, darkness, or other sensory impairments in situations where someone or something intends to harm you.

Extras
????

Physical Stress
0/1 Mild
0/2 Moderate

Mental Stress
0/1 Mild
0/2 Moderate

Injuries
0/2 Mild
0/4 Moderate
0/6 Severe

Relationships
Landon, The Blade. "A typical maymoon if there ever was one -- loud, drunk most days, and only good for killing things weaker than himself."
Zird, The Arcane. "A coward at best but creative where it counts."

 

"I think that plant just licked it's lips at me." -- Zird

Name & Description
Zird, The Arcane. Wizard for Hire.

Personality
Despite his imposing and dark appearance, Zird is a half-loyal friend and semi-honest ally who enjoys studying ancient tomes as much as he enjoys exotic partners and rare alcohols.

As a supposed master of seduction (and the arcane), Zird blatantly flirts with most males or females despite his 'relationship' with Cynere. He is typically undeterred by anything short of a firm and clear rejection of his advances, or a very large husband suddenly returning home unexpectedly. Overall, he enjoys playful innuendo and being asked about his many exploits.

Age: 113 yrs., Gender: Male, Height: 6'6 ft., Level: ???Fate Points: 3, Refresh Rating: 3, Species: Unducdecim

Profession
Wizard (light armor): A magical duelist who wields the elements and deception as a weapon. They have a spell for every occasion and excel at making sure that every fight is balanced in their favor.

Aspects
- "Former Member of the Collegia Arcana."
- "If I Haven’t Been There, I’ve Read About It."
- "Not the Face!"
- "Doesn’t Suffer Fools Gladly."
- "Where's the Nearest Brothel?"

Biography
Zird loves to talk and tells many tales, but spend enough time around him and you'll realize - if you're smart enough - that most of what he says are untrue.

Skills
+5 Sage
+4 Con Artist, +4 Enchanter
+3 Duelist, +3 Prodigy, +3 Investigative Mind
+2 Fighter, +2 Merchant, +2 Smuggler, +2 Keen Eyes

Stunts
A Scholar and A Healer. Can make physical recovery attempts using the Sage skill.
The Power of Deduction. Once per story arc you can spend a fate point (and two posts dedicated to making observations) to make a special Investigative Mind roll representing your potent deductive faculties. After that, you may discover or create an aspect for each bonus you received on that roll, on either the scene or the target of your observations, though you may only activate one of them for free. The rest will require a fate point.
"I’ve Read about That!" You’ve read hundreds - if not thousands - of books on a wide variety of topics. You can spend a fate point to use the Sage skill in place of any other skill for one roll or exchange, provided you can justify having read about the action you’re attempting.

Extras
????

Physical Stress
0/1 Mild

Mental Stress
0/1 Mild
0/2 Moderate
0/3 Severe

Injuries
0/2 Mild
0/4 Moderate
0/6 Severe

Relationships
Landon, The Blade. "I'd be angry all the time too, if I were that short."
Cynere Shadowpaw. "Who needs a fur blanket with her around."

Character Sheet

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Picture: A picture of your character.
Name: A word or a combination of words by which your character is known within the world.
Description: A short sentence describing your character.
Personality: A few words describing your character's personality.
Age: How old your character is.
Gender: The sex of your character.
Height: How tall your character is.
Level: The current level of your character. For the prologue, all players will start at level one.
Fate Points: The OOC currency scions spend to help their character overcome challenges, or to buy Stunts.
Refresh Rating: Your default fate point total. Increases with your character's level.
Species: One of the playable “races” in the game.
Profession: Your character's class and their armor grade (heavy, medium or light armor).
Aspects: Five phrases picked from your character's biography that you can spend fate points on in the game for a small bonus.
Biography: Your journey/history up until this point.
Skills: Your character’s basic capabilities, picked ftom the Skill List.
Stunts: Special moves that your character can use.
Extras: Anything that’s technically part of your character (or controlled by your character) but gets special treatment in the rules.
Stress: One of the two options you have to avoid getting killed in AoS (death is permanent). Stress represents temporary fatigue, getting winded, superficial injuries, and so on.
Injury: Injuries are the other option but unlike Stress, they have a
more lasting impact. After challenges or battles, stress can quickly fade away after one or two posts (also called turns). An injury on the other hand may last until the next story arc, depending in the severity of the injury.
Relationships: The name of your friends/enemies and a short description of your relationship with them.

Edited by Obsession, 27 February 2015 - 05:45 PM.

[Johnny Paradise]

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Name: Lowell Ostermarker
Description: A misanthropic archaeologist wanting to understand how the world came to be.
Personality: Bitter, lethargic, and wholly unpleasant, Lowell makes up for what he lacks in social etiquette with sheer brilliance. It's quite unfortunate that much of his brilliance is wasted on subjects that don't interest the lay people. Though many seem to be entirely disinterested in the cultural history of the world, he is determined to tease out the mysteries of the past--and this is perhaps the only thing he is determined to do. Most other endeavors fail to capture his attention, and those that do struggle to keep it. He is tactless, rude, and quick to anger, and there are very few people who have a positive thing to say about him.

Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Level: 1
Fate Points: 3
Refresh Rating: 3
Species: Maymoon

Profession: Illusionist (Light Armor).
Aspects: "Well traveled"

"This knowledge is as useless as it is archaic"

"I like you as much as you like me--not at all"

"I'm above violence (not really)."

"Lonesome wanderer"
Biography: Lowell Ostermarker is a man of great intellectual desire--he needs to know things. It doesn't matter what it is necessarily, as the important thing is that it's something no one else yet knows. He takes great pleasure in plucking secrets from the very earth itself, scouring the world for its untold histories and unknown places.

 

This drive has led him from his home at a young age, and has taken him across many lands. He's met many people and learned many things in his travels, including the fact that he was not very well liked. Without exception, he was found to be unsociable and rude. His stories, which by all means should have been interesting, were long and dry. Very few people held an interest in him for more than a single day, and he felt similarly about them. What did hold his interest was the journey itself, not the people that populated its path.

 

Restless, he continues to scour the continent for whispers of knowledge unknown, for entrance to the annals of history unrecorded, for the untapped powers of magics unlearned.

Skills: Monkey See -- +10% Experience Gain

Monkey Do -- +1 Investigative Mind
Stunts: You want me to know -- Using his skill with mind-affecting magics (Spellslinger skill) in lieu of his Renegade skill, Lowell teases information out of even the most unwilling of targets.

Dry beyond belief -- Takes a permanent penalty to all Entertainer rolls for a permanent bonus to all Sage rolls.

I've read this before -- After spending a small amount of time in an area, Lowell receives a bonus to all Alchemist rolls to identifying and using wild plants.
Extras: N/A

Stress: 0/1 Mild Mental

0/1 Mild Physical
Injury: 0/2 Mild

0/4 Moderate

0/6 Severe

Relationships: --

Edited by Johnny Paradise, 13 February 2015 - 12:59 PM.

[I-Am-X]

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Name: Falis
Description: A woman of action (and leather), one who'd go to whatever lengths to get what she wants? And what does she want? Quit Asking!
Personality: An enigma, hiding her true self beneath a veil, or some leather and very loose clothing. Full of sweet words one moment and full of venom the next. No one really has taken the time to really get to know her. Why is that? Well, by that time she has them thinking about other things. She likes taking things that aren't hers.

Age: 200
Gender: Female
Height: 6'0
Level: 1
Fate Points: 3
Refresh Rating: 3
Species: Honey Devil (Succubus)

Profession: Illusionist (Light Armor) - As the name implies, it's a mage/spellcaster that excels in illusion magic and status effect magic.
 

Aspects:

• Loves to tell a story
• What's yours is mine
• I'm all about fun you know
• I like trouble, how about you?
• I play for both teams
   

Biography: Once upon a time there was this honey devil and then someone else that's not important, in time another honey devil was born, amazing, right? Well, as one can guess it's Falis (No Really?!), Anyways, as it is with the other demons and things that go bump and the night it is their life mission to basically cross into the mortal realm and feast upon the humans and crush them underfoot bring forth chaos and what not (yay die humans die). One of these races, The Honey Devils, known as one of the weakest, have an edge on the other ones of the 'horde'. What is it you may ask? Well, they are spell blindingly beautiful while the majority of the rest are ugly as fuck. Not to mention they can easily slip into the mortal world. Score!

 

Back on point, Falis is obviously one destined for big things. Like all Honey Devils, she loves to create trouble and manipulate people into doing things they never wanted to do in the first place. Well now, we keep getting distracted. Falis can be quite troublesome, even to her fellow Honey Devils and those of the Horde. One of the reasons is that she not only relays information about the humans to her brethren but she also gives information to the humans about whatever is deemed important about the Horde. Why? Well, because she likes to keep things fun. It's quite boring if things are always one-sided and plus, the more trouble it brings, the funner it is! All she has to do is going into a bar or where a lot of people gather and blab about what she 'saw'. She also hates taking orders. Orders bad. While others want peace, she wants fun.

Skills:

• Con Artist: +1
• Burglar: +1

 

 

Racial Bonus:
• Unnatural Beauty (passive). All honey devils, despite their obvious demonic features, are stunningly beautiful and/or handsome to look at, giving them at the start of the game a +1 Con Artist skill and a +1 Burglar skill. This bonus scales with their level.
• Lords of Pain (passive). All honey devils start the game with an extra moderate physical injury slot.
• Succubus/Incubus (passive). The honey devil attempts to dominate the mind of it's victim. Using their Con Artist skill, the honey devil must overcome the target NPC's Investigative Mind skill. If they succeed with style, then they may pay a fate point to permanently gain control of that character, turning them into minions. Minions that have been abandoned by their masters will eventually die.

 

Stunts:

• Mystic Eyes. By spending a fate point, Falis' guarantees that her next status effect works on everyone that can see her.
• "You Know What I Heard?" Falis' gains a scaling +2 bonus to her Con Artist skill whenever she enters a bar or tavern.
• "It's Already Mine." Falis gains a scaling +2 bonus to her Burglar skill whenever she steals from someone she already knows. Falis has to spend at least three posts getting to know the person before they can be considered friends.

 

Extras: Anything that’s technically part of your character (or controlled by your character) but gets special treatment in the rules.

 

Gold Pieces: 2000

Health Points: 10

XP: ??

 

Equipment:

• Weapons: Basic
• Armor: Basic
• Items: None

 

Stress:

• 0/1 Mild Mental
• 0/1 Mild Physical
   

Injury:

• 0/2  Mild
• 0/5  Moderate
• 0/6  Severe

Relationships: The name of your friends/enemies and a short description of your relationship with them.

Edited by I-Am-X, 28 February 2015 - 11:13 PM.

[The Illuminati]

Yvanna Eros

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Name: Yvanna Eros

Description: As many of her kind, Yvanna is relatively short compared to many other races while being tall for her own. Standing at only 4'11, her ears make her stand at 6'4" feet in height. Bearing a tall, steepled hat in crimson, and a skirt with a short-sleeved overcoat in similar fashion. With a tight fitting corset beneath that, her pastel colored blonde hair, and deep red eyes tend to leave an impression of amorous awe with anyone she meets. While she travels barefoot like many of her kind, the rings of gold about her ankles and wrists leave a whimsical chime about her steps, which are always in beat to the music she hums softly to herself. She is not a musician, but is instead a singer, with a wondrous voice that tells tales about her and her kin, enchanting those who might hear it.
 
Personality: Sweet, kind, warm and welcoming to any she might meet, Yvanna is a truly kind soul. Not an optimist, nor a pessimist, she is essentially little more than a realist. Accepting the world as it may be, and being one of her kind, she understands the necessity of there being a balance. The need for a sort of evenness between technology and nature, and she defends it fiercely much like most of her kind. Though, her life in nature is one that she has always known; and she possesses a distinct curiosity over the splendors of nature.
 
Age: 26
Height: 4'11, 6'4" with her ears.
Level: 1
Fate Points: 3
Refresh Rating: 3
Species: Tav'Salan
 
Profession: Red Magus, which is a peculiar kind of spellcaster who is incredibly adept in both the arts of restoration and destruction. Dealing out both damaging elemental spells as well as healing and protective magicks.

Aspects:
"A spectacular Singer and Dancer."
"A Magus that is both Elemental and Healing."
"Who needs shoes?"
"A realist."
"A bit of a sneaky brat who is too light on her feet."
 
Biography: Twenty-six years ago, the newly crowned Queen of the Tav'Salan proudly announced the birth of her third child. Princess Yvanna, she was christened not a few moments later. There, in halls of her beautiful home, she was raised carefully with the understanding that one day, she would likely never be queen. Despite this, she was raised with the education in the finest of arcane arts and fencing, she quickly became to be known as a potent magi. Utilizing both fields of destructive and healing magic, as with many of her kind she believed in the balance and necessity of both good and evil. Both healing and destruction.
 
She grew to become humble, as her mother required. Knowing that without the surety of nature's bounty, all would be lost. So, as a result, she protected it to the best of her ability. Even as civilization as a whole began to expand outward like a disease. Yet, as she began to see and watch the vestiges of technology and advancement from afar, she was struck with a great curiosity.
 
One night, she snuck away from the guards that protected her room.
 
Not long after, she ventured into the cities and was struck in awe by how incredible technology truly was. From flying ships to mechanical animals, life itself seemed so invariably complex to Tav'Salan ways of life. Life that worshipped and tended to nature, instead of the brash advancement of technology and history. She too however, caught the eyes of others. Rarely before had her kind ever been seen in the cities. It wasn't long before she also caught the attention of others she'd rather not.
 
Riding home one day, she was pursued by Pirates and almost captured.
 
Had it not been for her magic giving them a powerfully frightening retaliation, the kingdom of the Tav'Salan would have been gravely endangered. Not that they would have known that.
 
So terrified by such, Yvanna remained hidden with her people for three years more until her twenty-sixth birthday. When her eyes strayed towards the city once again. Curiosity always had the tendency to take part of her mind, leaving her in wonderment as to what had changed inside the city once again. Perhaps, with the gift of her song and dance, the people might be more accepting of her presence.
 
Skills:
Spellslinger: +2
Sage: +1
Entertainer: +2 (+1 Musician)
Eagle Ears: +1 (+1 Ever Vigilant)

Movement: +2 Jump, +1 Move (Hop)

Stunts:
Elemental Advantage - If Yvanna uses Elemental Magic effectively against a target. (Like Lightning bolts against an electrical target, Fire against a grassy target, etc.) The spell deals 50% more damage.
Healing Critical - In moments of great stress, akin to a critically injured ally, her Healing has an increased chance to critically be effective. Heals that success with style heal for double.
Double Casting - In a peculiar twist, Yvanna has been known to be an incredibly swift caster. Being able at times to cast two spells in the time it takes someone to cast one. This can vary, being two healing spells, two damaging spells, or even one heal and one damaging. The damage/healing dealt however, is reduced by 25%.
 
Extras:
-Rapier- She is the proud owner of one, and is quite skilled. Though she very much prefers magic in combat.
 
Stress: None
Injury: None
 
Relationships:
-Dorian Salttail- A peculiar, roguish figure who helped her escape her first venture into the city.

Equipment:
Holly Staff - +10 Dmg / +4 HP
Fine Clothes - +6 HP
Rapier - One Handed Sword
 
5 Potions (+10 HP Heal)
 
1400 Gold Remaining

Edited by Obsession, 28 February 2015 - 01:24 PM.

[Führer Itulhu]

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Name: Edyrm

Description: The bearer of a permanent happy go lucky smile.

Personality: Edyrm is a lover of nature who has always been optimistic about things, some call it naivety but Edyrm just doesn’t want to judge for he believes there is good all over the world and much like the rest of his race he will do whatever it takes to protect it.

Always happy and kind, people find it easy to approach him… though he is prone to outbursts of bottled up anger at rare occasions.

a last point would be his talkativeness… the reason why he gets along with most is probably because he loves to talk...

 

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Height: 6.6 ft

Level: 1

Fate Points:

Refresh Rating:

Species:  Unducdecim

 

Profession: Summoner (light armour) One who summons the spirits sleeping within the world.

"always happy it's almost like a drug"

"kind to all"

"destroy those who defile nature"

“Knowledge from books”

“boy with the dragon tattoo”

 

Biography: Born on the great Unducdecim floating city, Edyrm lived an early life much like the rest of his race, studying the arts of magic and lores of the world. From a young age Edyrm loved studying the lore of the world and reading books that explained the wonderful things within nature across the world. At this point he had decided to not just protect the world but to explore it and understand that which he was born to protect.

As time passed and Edyrm grew up he found his magic affinity with summoning, once he started learning more of summons and grew of age he left his great city to explore the lands below.

 

When he started traveling he was alone, he ventured from place to place meeting people and helping them where needed. Helping people made him happy, the smiling faces of those around made his smile bigger.

After longer periods of traveling he came across those who defiled the lands and caused misery to all, Edrym started feeling pure anger over such acts and would always proceed to carry out the duties of his race. This ended up bringing a problem to his attention, Summoning magic took too long at times, and he had no companions to help at the times he needed to do the necessary.

Exploring the wilderness Edrym came up with an idea, what if he implanted a part of the ‘nature’ into him? He summoned a spirit and cheerfully requested help from it, the spirit listened and gave him the knowledge of spirit tattoos, where a spirit that acknowledges the summoner will etch a tattoo onto the body which acted as a link.

 

A few years back Edrym apparently went around learning about the races that were run with nature, He disappeared for a time without appearing in any form of civilisation until he randomly turned up in a town with a traveling companion, how the two met or why they travel together is another story.

 

Traveling, always traveling Edrym saw the darkness but still saw the positive, he would not let the darkness ever corrupt the beautiful world he explored.

 

Skills:

 

Racial Bonus:

• Savant (passive).

• Arcane Torrent (active).

• Trance (passive).

 

Stunts:

Tattoo Summoner- Edyrm Has tattoos for his known summons on his body, by spending a fate point he can instantly summon any spirit he has a tattoo of.

 

multi summons- grants the ability to manifest multiple spirits at one time; for high level spirits a fate point is required to double summon.

 

Innocently Talkative- when around areas with large amounts of people (cities, villages, refugee camps) gains +1 Paragon (+1 scale with level)

 

Extras:

 

Stress:

Injury:

 

Relationships:

Eris Aletheia - Edrym’s traveling companion, she is normally the silent type but can be kind… if you give her a chance.. oh and tells interesting stories, its funny really you got the vocal and the silent traveling together.

[Faye]

Note: click the picture to link to her mermaid form

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"The world is a stage on which we all play a part in. So tell me, what's your role in this grand story?"

 

Name: Eris Aletheia
Description: Silent Theatergoer
Personality:

Silent and introverted, there are not many things to say about Eris. She sees the world as a grand theatre, and herself as a humble visitor. She travels a lot, and stops on random to record events that piqued her interest into her memory. She is kind, but her impassivity to the world often overshadows this aspect of her personality. On rare occasions, when her mood is good enough, she would impart the story she has collected to willing ears.

 

Age: 108
Gender: Female
Height: 3'9"
Level: One
Fate Points: Three
Refresh Rating: Three
Species: Naiad

Profession: Spell Weaver

A spell weaver is one who indulges herself on a pursuit of understanding the fundamentals of magic. She does not strife to master individual spells; she tries to understand the laws behind them entirely. Having mastered the fundamental principles of magic, to her, spells are nothing but elaborate formulas that can be copied, altered, and negated at will. [Light Armor]

 

Aspects:

• "What I hear is the truth"
• "A good listener"
• "Neutral bystander"
• "What you know, I know better"
• "A magician's Jack of All Trades"

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Biography:

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Have you ever heard of the story of the Rain Maiden? I heard that in the night of a torrential rain, a small lady in black would knock on your door. She will ask for food and blankets, as well as a nice story to spend the long night with. Should you be kind enough to let her in and provide her with her needs, she would show her gratitude by telling you a story, any story, that you want to hear.

 

It might not be much of a reward, you might say, but think about it for a minute. "Give a man a fish and he will be full for one day. Teach him how to fish and never again will he be hungry," isn't it? The wisdom she may impart to you, I believe, is a treasure much more valuable than a gold coin or two. Of course, this is nothing but old wives' tale. However, it would be nice if it were real, wouldn't it?

 

Skills:

• Mermaid (passive) [Racial Bonus]
• Deluge (passive) [Racial Bonus]
• Blood of the Ancestor (passive) [Racial Bonus]​

Stunts:

• Let me hear your tale - Over the years of traveling, Eris has developed the ability to make others want to share a story with her. NPCs are more likely to share information to Eris.
• The storm is coming - Eris' ability to sense and follow rainstorms is astounding, even for her race's standard. Once per arc, Eris is capable of predicting a rainstorm with absolute certainty. The storm will start pouring three posts after she declared that it's coming.
• Living, breathing Grimoire - Whenever Eris sees a magic, she may perform a Sage roll. If she succeed with style, she will be able to achieve an understanding over said magic. In the future, she could 1) claim the magic as her own, and 2) negate the activation of the same type of magic by spending a Fate Point.

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Extras: Not Available

 

Stress: One of the two options you have to avoid getting killed in AoS (death is permanent). Stress represents temporary fatigue, getting winded, superficial injuries, and so on.
Injury: Injuries are the other option but unlike Stress, they have a
more lasting impact. After challenges or battles, stress can quickly fade away after one or two posts (also called turns). An injury on the other hand may last until the next story arc, depending in the severity of the injury.

Relationships: The name of your friends/enemies and a short description of your relationship with them.

Edited by fayrine, 13 February 2015 - 03:09 PM.

[Wandering Rogue]

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Lady Atrophy, the Sin that Smiles

 

Description:  A smooth talking hedonist who likes the world just the way it is.

 

Personality:   Atrophy is a being of needs and wants that she aims to satisfy.  The manner in which she does so is hardly anyone else's business and those that get in the way will either become her friend or be destroyed.  She's a very simple creature who hides behind complex maneuverings to obscure that truth.  The lady puts on a show and plays to all the expectations levied against her.  She doesn't dislike the game but she was never interested in the places it lead.  People desire power and they expect those around them to want it too which allowed Atrophy to use them to obtain her own desires which were far more base.

 

Age:   340
Gender:  Female

Height:  5'4"
Level: 1
Fate Points: 3
Refresh Rating: 3
Species:  Honey Devil

Profession: Bard (Medium Armor)- She's the center of attention and directs every gaze exactly where she wants it.  She dominates through misdirection, misinformation, or applied force if all else fails.

 

Aspects: 

• "You got me monologuing!"
• "Fatal Attraction"
• "I'll Help Myself"
• "Fashionista"
• "Forgives But Never Forgets"

Biography:    Atrophy left the nightmare at a rather young age.  Ohh, she liked it well enough.  Sure, what girl isn't into all those sights sounds that can only be found back home?  It was a lot of fun but after a while it all kind of felt the same to her.  Not literally, you understand, there was plenty of diversity but the essence of the place lacked variety.  There's a niche and they nail to the wall as it screams.  They do what they do very well there there but just isn't a lot of desire to expand beyond it.  No, expanding into the mortal realm doesn't count.  Demons will just turn that place into another nightmare.  Where is the fun in that?  

 

So yes, she slipped out through a crack and never looked back.  They ask for reports from time to time and she gives them and sometimes they actually have helpful information.  Ohh, Atrophy would never lie of course but she does have a tendency to go on about the most tedious of facts.  Technically, she fulfills any obligations she has to the nightmare.  Don't get it wrong.  She doesn't hate her kind.  She rather likes Demons on an individual level but on the larger scale they can be rather droll and lacking in vision.  There is no end game in their plots that ends with a world that Atrophy can enjoy for long.  She get's rather bored quickly.

 

It's fun here.  The people and places change so quickly even Atrophy has trouble keeping up as she discards and creates new identities on a whim.  She enjoys mingling in the crowds of nobles.  They are so outrageously idiotic that she can't help but play in their games.  They bet everything for nothing and Atrophy takes it all while their distracted.  Of course, the best part of it all is the clothes.  Back home she rarely had reason to wear anything and yet here she's found that she rather enjoys the cling of silks.   The shoes!  Ahh, what incredible nonsense and yet Atrophy cannot do without.  Still, it's the people themselves that draw her the most.  The idiots in particular.  Those fools who dare to dream and achieve great deeds.  Idiots.  Yet, to be at their side as they rise and fall.  What a ride.  What a thrill!

 

Atrophy could do this forever.

 

Skills: 

• +1 Burglary
• +1 Con Artist

 

Stunts: 

• "I know you better than you know yourself" - Atrophy gains a +2 to Investigate Mind rolls after getting to know the individual.  (3 Post Minimum)
• "It's all in the hands" - Atrophy can use her burglar skill to place items into someones inventory.
• "These hips don't lie" - She can use her Con Artist skill in combat to confuse and mislead her opponent to create an opening for herself.

Extras: 

Stress: 

• 0/1 Mild Mental
• 0/1 Mild Physical

Injury: 

• 0/2  Mild
• 0/5  Moderate
• 0/6  Severe

Relationships:

Edited by Wandering Rogue, 13 February 2015 - 04:04 PM.

[Jod]

Spoiler

 

 

Name:  The Count

Description: Arithromaniacal Death Paladin

Personality:

Very very civilized and polite, to a fault. Hes the kind of guy who won’t step in to your house unless yu explicitly ask him to come in. He’s also has a near infinite sense of patience and a complete inability to grasp metaphors. The count also likes to count things, many things. Other than that, he as a code of conduct which he tends to follow by the letter. Unfortunately said code is a three hundred year old book, and is quite outdated.

 

Age: 320

Gender: Male

Height: 7’4

Level: 1

Fate Points: 3

Refresh Rating: 3

Species: Vampire Knight

 

Profession: Death Paladin(Heavy)

Aspects: Five phrases picked from your character's biography that you can spend fate points on in the game for a small bonus.

 

• mathematics and morality
• tries his best to be civilized
• vast stores of wealth
• well travelled and well educated
• compulsion to count things

 

Biography:

 

The Count is a pure breed vampire, meaning that he was born a vampire. Hes not sure who his parents are nor of the sure strange set of circumstances that led to his birth. He’s probably one of the few Vampire knights that are not truly evil.

 

It is a fact that most of the people who chose to be vampires, were / are evil. However for the count it is a different matter, being a vampire was not a choice, but a matter of being. After all one does not call a tiger evil for hunting its prey so why should he be any different.  

 

Surprisingly, the Count has a deep nurturing side, which featured strong in him from the moment of his birth. He was never one to suck his prey dry, even in the most direst cases. Only once has he lost control, and it is a moment he regrets and will regret for the rest of his life.

 

One thing the Count treasures the most is Civilization, and tries his best to be civilized, killing his prey seems to be a very uncivilized thing to do. Its also inefficient, after if they stay alive and breed, its basically a infinite supply of food.

 

The Count also believes that their are two tenets of civilization mathematics and morality. Perhaps his adherence to mathematics stems from his rather strange compulsion to count things. But his need to define morality come from his own murky beginnings.

 

It is a question needed for him to truly identify his role in the world. What does it even mean to be good or evil, who decided this. The Count feels that he has a need to know , so that he can adapt his behavior accordingly, after all one can't be properly good or evil without understanding them right?

 

Over the years he has made little progress, always making one step of progress and then two steps of backwards. That didn't stop him from accumulating vast stores of wealth. Having an indefinite lifespan and a knack for counting can do a great deal for your bank account.

 

The Count is also well travelled and well educated, infact he has spent over a hundred years on the road. His castle probably holds one of the more extensive private libraries. He also has a taste for the sport of fencing, favoring the use of a saber and its more dance like movements over the sharper epee.

 

The count has also learn to some extent the art of blood magic from his vampire peers and an old monk from the Akashic brotherhood. But he isn’t anywhere near the level of a full blown blood mage, but definitely enough to keep those dratted divine ones at bay

 

Currently he resides up in his castle meditating over the morality of vegan and non vegan lifestyles, hes been at it for quite some time about 40 years actually….

 

Skills: 

Racial Bonus:

• Black Wolf/Bat Colony (active). In addition to their normal form, all vampire knights have the ability to morph into either their wolf form or their bat colony form. So long as their remain out of combat, they gain special bonuses while in these forms.
> Black Wolf: In their wolf form, all vampires start the game with a +2 to their Move ability and a +1 Eagle Ears skill and a +1 Keen Vision skill. These bonuses scale with their level.
> Bat Colony: In their bat colony form, all vampires start the game with a +2 to their Jump ability and a +1 Shadow skill. These bonuses scale with their level.
• Blood Magic (active). All vampires have access to a bonus magic tree that draws on the power of mortal blood.
• Insatiable Thirst (passive). All vampires must feed on fresh blood once per day, or gain a stacking debuff that will kill them once it reaches to 3 stacks. The stacks needed before death increase with the character’s level.
• Phototoxicity (passive). Weakened by the power of light, all vampires loose the ability to cast their Blood Magic when exposed to sunlight and the ability to switch forms when exposed to other sources of light. Vampires also take extra damage from fire and light attacks

Stunts: 

• Vun Two Tree: The Count counts things in his environment, and predicts the next move of his opponents boosting his effectiveness for 1
• Dracula: Create an Advantage (no free invoke) that takes a Good +3 roll to remove when you invoke the aspect related to the stunt (this costs an invoke or fate point, and replaces the +2 bonus)
• Pure Blood: Gain +2 to Vampire Skills if invoked with a fate point

 

 

Extras: Anything that’s technically part of your character (or controlled by your character) but gets special treatment in the rules.

 

Stress: 

• 0/1 Mild Mental
• 0/1 Mild Physical

Injury: 

• 0/2  Mild
• 0/5  Moderate
• 0/6  Severe

Relationships:

 

 

Relationships: The name of your friends/enemies and a short description of your relationship with them.

 

[ANIMA]

Spoiler

 

You got nothin’ and nothin’s got you
I can see your fear it surrounds you
Built with strife and insight but it’s not enough
I’ll defeat and discreet your every move

Name: Aeloshir Goldmane
Description: I am Aeloshir, son of Bezalar, the progeny of Goldmane clan. I am the priest of the Blood God, his immodest disciple and his voice in this realm. My prayer is the carnage I work upon battlefields in his name. Every day of my life I flirt with Lady Death, believing that my skill will bring me to tomorrow. If I fail, so be it. Without the thrill of danger my worship would be meaningless.
Personality:  I take pride in what I do. I do not cover in front of those who would brand me a heretic. With my head held high I carry the marks of religion, the scars I received practicing it and the inscriptions written in the Outside Tongue on my skin which carry the details of my Oath. This attitude has gotten me in trouble many times in my short life, but I don’t hold grudges. Grudges are meaningless, at least to me. Hate is unnecessary for my worship.  
 
I am not a monster, although many would paint me as one. I do not cull the weak nor do I intend to inflict meaningless pain. Neither am I stupid or insane. I do not challenge those who I have no hope of defeating. It is the gamble, the situation where the chance of both failure and success exist, that brings me joy. Victory without effort, or senseless defeat, is meaningless to me and I strive to avoid it, even though God would cherish the blood spilled either way.  

Outside of my prayers I like simple pleasures. A fine ail drank in merry company, meeting new people on my crimson pilgrimage, exploring this world filled with strife…I enjoy them all. They awaken in me a happiness of a different kind than the one I get doing my due to the Blood God. However, they don’t interfere with it. I know my priorities.

Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 2.06m  
Level: 1
Fate Points: 3
Refresh Rating: 3
Species: Aslandi
Profession: Priest (Light Armor)

Aspects: 
 “THE BLOOD GOD DEMANDS ENTERTAINMENT!”
“My body is a temple.”
“Certainty takes away the fun.”
“I shall not be denied.”
“Wrong first impression.”

Biography: There isn’t much to say about my past. I was born in an unremarkable house in an unremarkable town. My father was the priest of the Blood God and from the early age I sought to walk in his footsteps. To be true, I am not sure how much it was my own wish and how much it was my father’s influence, but at his point it doesn’t matter to me. He taught me the way of the Blood, instilled in me piety to the lord of Carnage, and trained me to be His instrument. I left on pilgrimage when I was 14 and I have never again seen my father, mother or my siblings. I have since ventured to all corners of the world, serving God, fighting men and monsters. To some I have done service, to others I have caused harm. There may be those who would take revenge upon me as well as those who would celebrate me as hero. It doesn’t matter. I am the priest of the Blood God. As long as the blood is spilled He is happy and I am fulfilling my duty.  


Skills 
Keen Sense (+1)

Stunts: 
Don’t interrupt prayer- Aeloshir moves faster against those with their backs towards him and gains +2 to attacks against them.
Maximum Bet- Aeloshir must roll all his attempts to use a skill. Every successful action he takes gives him +1 bonus to all his rolls for the duration of the scene up to +3. Works in reverse with failed actions.
Allure of the Beast-Aeloshir can use his Renegade skill as if he was using Paragon.    

Extras: 
Oath of Pain- Aeloshir negates any penalties from injuries and instead gains bonus to his rolls per injury, +1 for each. This is the dark blessing of the Blood God to His disciples.

Stress: 
(0/1)  Mild Mental
(0/1)  Mild Physical

Injury: 
(0/2) Mild
(0/4) Moderate
(0/5) Severe

Relationships: --

 

[SliceAndDice]

Spoiler

"Are we going to have to do this the hard way? Because I LOVE the hard way!"

 

Name: Dorian Salttail 
Description: A quirky little Aslandi, not only because he looks more human than feline, but also because of his love for deception and subterfuge.
Personality: Aslandi are well known for their love of life and the hunt. This is no less true with Dorian; he's a fun-loving, if a bit mischievous, sea cat who manages to find fun in just about everything he does. Especially thievery, pranks, and fighting. Man does he love to fight.  

Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6'5"
Level: 1
Fate Points: 3
Refresh Rating: 3
Species: Aslandi

Profession: Rogue (Medium Armor)
Aspects: (Italicized is Dorian talking about himself, unitalicized is somebody else taking about him)

-"Aren't Aslandi supposed to be hairier?"

-"Drunk sailors say all kinds of interesting stuff..."

-All the decorum of a bull.

-"I'm even quicker when I'm drunk!"

-"If the cat owes you a favor, you've got one of the best hands in town."

 

Biography: Dorian Salttail always marvels at how people think he's so peculiar. Sure, he doesn't look or act like a typical Aslandi, but come on now. Is it really that hard to believe that he just happens to see "The Hunt" in a different and less reputable light? Then again, his upbringing was a little skewed. That sort of thing happens when you end up spending most of your life on a merchant ship, have it get ransacked by pirates, get forced into being cabin boy on the pirate ship, find a way to escape with a chunk of the treasure hold while alerting the authorities to the ship itself, and then have to fend for yourself on the docks of a major city for most of your life. But that's all a story for another time. The point is, in spite of his looks he still sticks to his heritage and its values. He hunts on a daily basis- mostly for food or a fight, but occasionally for a sucker to pull one over on too. Sometimes he gets in over his head, but he usually gets some help if that happens. Mainly because when Dorian owes somebody a favor, he pays it back- often with interest. Just ask Apple Girl.

 

Oh, right, Apple Girl! That's worth mentioning. See, a few years back, when Dorian was out along the docks looking for his breakfast, a nice little Tav'Salan happened by him. Seeing that he was looking a little hungry, she took a bright red, juicy apple- not the kind sailors carry in their barrels, this was a ripe as could be, fresh from the tree, honest to god forest apple- out of her traveling bag and gave it to him. He took one bite out of that luscious thing, and almost shed a tear for how good it was. Right, he thought to himself, I'd better follow her around, make sure she stays out of trouble. Sure enough, not far from there one of the portside gangs, called themselves the Boys of Pluto, decided to jump the poor girl. Something about "royalty" and "ransoms" and "high value hostage" from what he heard. Dorian paid it about as much mind as he usually did to social standings- approximately nil. What mattered was that Apple Girl was in trouble, and by Poseidon NOBODY who helped Dorian Salttail stayed in trouble on these docks! He jumped into it, helped set the girl free, and then led her to the city outskirts while the Pluto Boys' hideout got scorched by her magic. He sent her on her way, after they exchanged names, and then went back to his own devices.

 

Years later, Dorian is still up to his old tricks. He always kept a look-out for Apple Girl though, in case she ever came back. Wait... there's a Tav'Salan coming up the road now, isn't it? Somebody find me the cat! Do you have any idea what kind of favor he'll owe me if this is her???

Skills:

-Critical Strike (Racial Passive)

-Triumphant Roar (Racial Active)

-Carnivore (Racial Active)

-On the Hunt (Racial Passive)

Stunts:

-Pounce: Dorian is very adept at leaping off of tall things to get at his targets. If he can jump at or on his target from any kind of high ground, his attack is more likely to succeed and will deal more damage.

-You Going to Use That?: One of Dorian's favorite combat tricks is to swipe an opponent's weapon and use it against them. Allows him to attempt to steal a currently unused weapon from a target and use it. Enemies that are disarmed for 3 rounds find another weapon.

-You Fight Like a Cow!: When Dorian fights, he used his Con Artist skill to openly mocks his opponent throughout the fight, which can cause his opponent to fail in their irritation.

Extras: N/A (as I understand, we don't get these at the start?)

Stress: --
Injury: --

Relationships:

Yvanna Eros- Apple Girl!

(Interested? Talk to me, maybe we can figure something out.)

[Liar]

Spoiler

Name: Æscesne
Description: Ruthless and pragmatic, he is a conqueror that will utilize anything to achieve his ambitions.
Personality: He is a survivalist fueled from a harsh upbringing and desperation to succeed in his goals. He takes into account the pros and cons of each choice that is presented to him and makes the decision that will benefit him the most in the long run even if it goes against common morals. Æscesne can easily hold a grudge if he is slighted in any way, but he is professional enough to not let it affect him outside a personal level. He has a reputation for being eloquent in his speech, cultivating an image of a charismatic individual, but this is all to belie his calculating and crafty nature.

Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 6’0”
Level: 1
Fate Points: 3
Refresh Rating: 3
Species: Maymoon
Profession: Tactician [Medium Armor] – His knowledge of warfare and its intricacies allows him the ability to lead others into victory. Hardly a frontline fighter, he uses firearms in combat from a comfortable distance. However, his talents primarily lie in directing and inspiring others, logistics, traps and misdirection, and the occasional diplomacy and intrigue.

Aspects

• “He began mimicking what he observed”
• “Æscesne never failed a job”
• “Voracious eater of knowledge”
• “He learned mathematics, philosophy, theology, other languages, and so much more”
• “Someone needed to lead them all, and he decided it would be him”

Biography: Æscesne never knew his parents. His earliest memory was working in a factory, cleaning up after the adults and bringing them food and water. He was often covered in soot and ashes from the chores. Despite being a child, he was fortunate to receive a fair wage and learned early the importance of finances. There were other children working with him, but they were all worked to the bone and they barely had any time to talk. Sometimes one or two would disappear, but they were replaced a day after. Æscesne never bothered to learn their names.

Eventually, he became too big to work for the factory. He was no longer able to enter the machinery to retrieve an item that was lost amongst the gears. The chimneys that he once cleaned as a child were now impossible for him to get into. Æscesne was given a severance package (some bread and a few bits of coin) and was told to never come to the factory again. He obliged. If he couldn’t work, they couldn’t pay. For the first time ever, he was able to explore the city. In addition to exploring, he also looked for a new job.

Æscesne nearly starved. For two weeks, he was unable to find any jobs. People didn’t like him. They looked at him with revulsion and he didn’t understand why that was. Other children were able to go up to the adults and be treated more kindly. Curious, he observed them with great scrutiny to the utmost detail. The other children smiled. They laughed, talking to adults playfully. Their tongues wagged when they found common ground and stilled when they learned a topic that inspired a negative reaction.

As he ate scraps to survive, he began mimicking what he observed. Æscesne smiled. He made sure not to make it too exuberant and eager as some didn’t like that. He also didn’t make the smile too small as that denoted shyness or weak-willed. When he smiled, he would smile in a way that was almost a smirk. It radiated gentleness, but also intelligent as people prized that. He made his mannerisms open, but not too open so he didn’t look naïve, but he also didn’t make it too closed-off and thus making him look defensive. When he finally put to use what he learned, Æscesne was given a job as a courier.

Being a courier in a city was an interesting job. He was paid well to deliver messages to people in the city. His exploration of his home paid off as his mental map of the area allowed his deliveries swifter than other couriers. People paid more for better services and while his life wasn’t luxurious it was comfortable. However, one day, during his work, he was tasked to deliver a missive to the military academy in the city. Students manning the gates disliked his appearance and didn’t allow him entry, but Æscesne never failed a job.

He climbed the rooftops and snuck into the academy, delivering the letter to its director. No, nothing fantastical happened like he was offered a place in the school for passing a test. He was given his thanks and was dismissed. However, as Æscesne planned to leave, he overheard the lectures of one of the professors. Being a voracious eater of knowledge (and having no other job for the day), he stayed outside the window and listened. He found history and military tactics interesting.

Since that day, Æscesne would spend a portion of his time to sneak onto the grounds of the military academy and eavesdrop on the lectures. He learned mathematics, philosophy, theology, other languages, and so much more. His mind was like a sponge, soaking up this array of knowledge. He began looking at life beyond survival. Æscesne wanted something more, but he didn’t know what.

His answer arrived in a form he never expected. The city he considered his home was besieged by another race. At the time, he didn’t care what race attacked the city, the only thing he thought about was how his race were so scattered and disjointed. They were so resilient, but they were also weak. They were rats scurrying around in the world. Together they could be strong and forge an empire that would be the greatest in the world. Someone needed to lead them all, and he decided it would be him.

Before the final assault on the city, Æscesne left his home and never looked back. A day after he left, the city fell and the Maymoons scattered once again.

Æscesne joined a roving group of bandits to learn more about warfare. He believed that joining bandits instead of a proper military would allow him to face against more well-trained combatants. Unfortunately, he was correct in that conclusion. Æscesne watched as countless attacks killed one bandit each time. They were uncoordinated, prone to attacking directly. They lost engagements to brightly-colored armies when they had significant guerilla advantage. It was aggravating, but he also wasn’t the only one to notice. There were others discontent with the performance of their leader. He seized this opportunity by whispering honeyed words to bring the other bandits to his side. Once he consolidated enough power, he overthrew their poor leader. Æscesne became the new bandit leader.

Under his command, their small bandit group flourished. They fought head on against small professional elites and came out victorious. They were doing better than most, but they were still weak. Despite his leadership, Æscesne understood that this was the extent of their strength. Eventually, they would become a nuisance and the hammer of justice would fall on them. However, his goal was fulfilled. He gained valuable insight though. What he learned from the military academy was useful after all. After a successful raid, he allowed his bandit group to party to their hearts’ content. When they dropped to a drunken slumber, Æscesne left their hideout and betrayed them to the authorities. They were all killed.

It was time to start preparing for his war.

Skills

• +1 Investigative Mind

Stunts

• “Everyone and everything has a pressure point” – Æscesne uses his Investigative Mind and half of his Keen Eyes skills to reveal more details, primarily weaknesses (both physical or mental), on a person, place, or thing that would otherwise be missed by less critically-minded persons.
• “Rationality dictates my orders” – Æscesne gains +3 Paragon when he takes command of a group in a dangerous or critical situation or is placed in an official leadership position.
• “I know what you're planning” – Æscesne has an advantage of dodging, blocking, or counterattacking when his opponent is in sight.

Extras:

• Rifle (attached bayonet)
• Revolver [x2]
• Officer's Cutlass

Stress:

• 0/1 Mild Mental
• 0/1 Mild Physical

Injury:

• 0/2 Mild
• 0/5 Moderate
• 0/6 Severe

Relationships: ---

Edited by Liar, 16 February 2015 - 05:10 AM.

[Fatal Blood]

Spoiler

Picture:

Name: Orbin Ironhammer, The Tinkerer
Description: A quiet fellow that wants to show the world his brilliance.
Personality: Orbin has tried his best to avoid being the center of attention, and it's worked out quite well, so well in fact that nobody seems to notice him or any of his creations, not even the really good ones. Every time somebody ignores or belittles him or one of his works he feels something growing in him a little more and a little more. Until he realizes he's tired of being in the shadows, and he now craves the thing he once hated... to be in the spotlight.

Age:47
Gender: Male
Height: 4.5
Level: 1Fate Points: 3
Refresh Rating: 3
Species: Pumilo

Racial Bonus:
• Stoneskin (active). Reduces all damage by 20% for 4 turns. The active is disabled for 8 turns.
• Shieldmaster (passive). All pumilo gain a scaling +2 bonus to their Defender skill while equipping a shield.
• Pumilo Ale (active). All pumilo fight better once they’ve had a drink or two, or three, gaining a scaling +1 bonus to their Opportunist skills for 4 turns, each time they take a drink. If a character uses Pumilo Ale three times in a row, they will fall into a deep sleep and be vulnerable to the next attack.
• Master Crafter (passive). All pumilo start the game with a +1 Blacksmith skill and a +1 Engineer skill. This bonus scales with their level.

Profession: Engineer(Medium Armor)
Aspects:

"Less doing more thinking"

"Well I'll just get out of your way then"

"Don't tell me to shut up!"

"What? Are you stupid?!"

"Wait, so how does this work?"

Biography: Since he was young, Orbin has had a knack for making things, be it a simple iron dagger or a four barreled blunderbuss he could make one from scratch in a matter of days. He was quite proud of his ability to make things, mostly because it made his parents happy, but then things took an unpleasant turn. He was working in his father little shop, down in the depths of a Pumilo city when his parents came in with a bunch business men, not noticing that their son was there. As they began showing the people around the shop, and he could not believe what he was hearing they were taking credit for his work ,not only that but when one of the men asked if their son had made any of thing here, they said their son didn't make much of anything as he wasn't very bright!  Orbin heard this as he was leaving from the back of the shop, because his parents had said that he shouldn't let anyone see him or he wouldn't be able to to walk down the street with out being swarmed by people that would want him just for his abilities. On his way home he realizes his parents were right there are people out there that want him just for his talent, but he had never expected them to find so close to home.

     Sitting in his small room in his small home in a small neighborhood he thought about his parents and everything they had done for him, like buy his home for him since he had little money, or how he should stay close to them and not work somewhere else because he might be taken advantage of elsewhere, and that they would look out for him, then he  realized something. His parents lived in a large house in a wealthy part of the city and that it was likely paid for with the money from selling his crafts since his father and mother never seemed to be crafting much of anything, but he had always just assumed they were doing their work somewhere else,but now he knew the truth, and he knew something else. 

     He knew he was tired of living in a small room in a small home in a small neighborhood. He knew he was tired of being taken advantage of. Most of all he was tired of not being able to stand in the spotlight of his own achievement, and to be truly praised for his work and not given a pat on the back, but that was all going to change. He sat looking at the wall and decided then and there that he was never going be in this room again. No longer would he some person in shadows to be used and discarded at will. He would journey to the surface far from where he had lived his whole life, and far from his parents. He would leave his mark upon this world so that everyone, even the gods would remember his name, or he would die trying.

     He sat back and was slightly less enthusiastic as he realized that with his inexperience it would probably be the latter.
Skills:

Defender+2

Blacksmith+1

Engineer+1
Stunts:

• Think Fast-Squeezing the trigger behind the shield he makes the hidden dagger pop out and allows for a surprise attack.
• Think Faster-Flipping a switch and then squeezing the trigger again he is able to fire the dagger from his shield, but the dagger is only accurate up to ten feet away.
• Think Fastest-By twisting the handle of his axe he is able to make it extend both the shaft and the axe head, which adds an extra three and half feet to his attack, but this also makes his axe weaker, so he can only use it to attack once before he needs to shrink the axe back down.

Extras: A small buckler shield with a hidden dagger mechanism  that can either push the blade out so that there is knife at the end of the shield or it can completely eject the dagger as a projectile , and a one-handed axe that when you use both hands and twist causes the handle it extends the axe an extra three feet and makes two knives pop out of the top and bottom of the axe blade, thus making it wider, but this transformation makes the axes strength drop significantly.

Stress:

• 0/1 Mild Mental

• 0/1 Mild Physical

Injury: 

• 0/2  Mild
• 0/4  Moderate
• 0/6  Severe

Relationships: The name of your friends/enemies and a short description of your relationship with them.

[Socrates]

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Name: Cecilia Lockhart

Description: A pragmatic idealist striving to change the world to fit her beliefs

Personality: Stubborn and bitter in her attempts to catch her man whenever she is on the job, Cecilia's driven attitude only exists from the immense amount of energy she has. Whenever she is off the clock, Cecilia's energy expresses itself through her wackiness and spontaneity by exploring the cities of Kal'Avto

 

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Height: 5' 8"

Level: 1

Fate Points: 3

Refresh Rating: 3

Species: Maymoon

 

Profession: SWTF Detective (Medium) - A class characterized by their close quarter combat training along with the ability to only be trained to a use a specific weapon. In Cecilia case, she only uses her handgun Fidelis that can be loaded with different elemental bullets

 

Aspects:

"grew up travelling throughout Kal'Avto"

"hero-complex"

"like a crazy person"

~crazy-catchphrases~ : "BEGONE CREEPS"/"KNOCK OUT"/etc

"mimicked what she had seen"

 

Biography: 

 

Born to a travelling merchant, Cecilia grew up travelling throughout Kal'Avto. It might have been due to the constant travelling that Cecilia developed a sense of curiosity, excited by the chance of seeing and meeting new people. But above all, she wanted to stop "evil-doers" in the cities she visited.

 

The first major incident that symbolized her hero-complex occurred when her parents left her outside an antique shop, as they went to haggle for a heretical artefact that would break the bank. While Cecilia drew dancing mushrooms in the dirt with a stick like a crazy person, a group of raggedy boys started to swarm around a well-off kid-couple strolling down the empty street. Slurs and insults fell upon the young boy and girl, scaring them back into a wall. Looking to make a buck or two, the group edge closer and closer, trying to scare the kid-couple into coughing up some money. However, Cecilia jumped in, screaming, "BEGONE CREEPS!" Startled and unsure of what had just happened, the group of boys, and even the kid-couple, began laughing at this wide-eyed girl with brown twin-tails.

 

Finished laughing, the group of boys now grouped around their new prey. She swung hard with the stick at the nearest boy; however, he ripped the stick out of her hands, smiling and shaking his head in disbelief. A quick snap and the stick lay broken in two on the ground. While he gave her a look of superiority, her golden eyes stared hard back. A sneer and the blonde boy punched her. Or rather at her, as he only struck air. As a young explorer, Cecilia had been in awe of martial artists showing off their skills in the streets. And so, Cecilia mimicked what she had seen. A low duck had dodged the blonde boy's punch and, with a springing step, Cecilia uppercut the boy right beneath the chin. Swoozy from the hit, the boy fell forward flat on the ground. A gasp and then a high pitch "KNOCK OUT!" finished the scene.

 

It should be not surprising that Cecilia joined the elite SWTF portion of the police by the time she turned 18. Here she has excelled for three reasons: her curiosity, her ability to mimic how people fight, and her strong belief in justice. By the time she had turned 20, Cecilia had been promoted to a detective, giving her access to a specific G-weapon. With a compatibility of 92%, Cecilia was chosen to use Fidelis. 

 

Skills:

-Monkey See +1 Investigation

-Monkey Do +10% exp growth

 

Stunts: 

-Combo-breaker

-No-hesitation (Cecilia uses her gun and her fists in a harmonic tandem)

-SUPERHERO! (Cecilia spends fate points to remove stress and injuries)

 

Extras: Fidelis*

 

Stress: null

Injury: null

[El Phantom]

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Name: Reynard Fellwing
Description: "I'm really feelin' it" "A well prepared adventurer is one that stays alive"
Personality: 

 

As expected of any young boy off on adventure, he's quite happy-go-lucky, though well-ready on some things, he wants to see them for himself, and being from a simple upbringing, he didn't really discriminate races, but he is quite honest with his feelings, he'll be scared when things get scary, and emotional when the situation requires, though he is in control of those emotions too, so he is capable of keeping a level head in most circumstances. He has a thirst for knowledge, and enjoys improving his craft as an inventor. He has a talent for operating gadgets, even ones he's never seen before. This self-honesty though can lead him into danger sometimes, and as a boy who grew up among people who placed more value over personal things rather than logic, he has a kind of help-others attitude that can make him friends, but also put himself at risk.

Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10
Level: 1
Fate Points:  3
Refresh Rating: 3
Species: Maymoon

Profession: Adventurer (Probably Medium)
Aspects: 

• "He wasn't unreasonable"
• "Crafting and operating magical inventions were something he seemed good at"
• "Mines for a couple years, so he had a fair bit of strength"
• "Had a true talent for learning almost any skill"
• "Craft all kinds of little gadgets"

Biography: 

 

Reynard since birth has been a bit of an adventurer... Well, his parents weren't really keen on it. As a Maymoon, the areas they lived in were rather desolate, so an escape from that were stories from travellers of other races, usually about the lush forests, and so on and so forth. He was from a mining family, in a mining town, and he did work the mines for a couple years, so he had a fair bit of strength. However, it was soon that he found his calling, crafting and operating magical inventions were something he seemed to be good at. Travellers coming in from larger cities usually had parts that could be used to make equipment and Reynard would craft all kinds of little gadgets.

 

His parents didn't stop him, after all it was rather harmless, but as his inventions began to have more and more impact, he began to become more ambitious. The stories he heard from travellers soon became places he swore he would go to, these little parts he would buy from passing merchants coming from large cities, became his drive to find their origin and craft something grander, this town that he called home he soon hoped to leave it in pursuit of seeing the world. He wasn't unreasonable, he waited until he was 18 and had crafted himself a weapon he called the Arcellerator. It was made from a hodgepodge of little parts, but it worked fine, and had no issues. However it was merely a prototype, there were some practicality issues, such as it's longevity when firing shots, or the strength of it's arcane blade. However, it was good enough for standard battle, not to mention this was probably one of the only ways he was going to get a weapon. To make up for this, he learned a bit of basic magic, only whatever he could get from books, so healing some minor wounds or lighting fires were not beyond his reach, but destroying entire blocks with blasts of magic or curing even the most minor of diseases were well beyond him at the moment. Then again, he learned these in a matter of weeks, and very rarely between his spare time spent building gadgets, so he had a true talent for learning almost any skill if he put his mind to it.

 

Upon turning 18 he left, off to see where the road would take him.

 

Skills: 

• +1 Investigative Mind

Stunts: 

• Magic Infusion - He is able to infuse some of his own magic into the Arcellerator to improve it's offensive and defensive capabilities for a short period. If he does this while it is overheated, it will simply remove the overheat status, but it will not give him the improved capabilities.
• Arcane Blast - During gun mode, the Arcellerator can be charged for a more devastating shot. It'll take awhile to charge it up though, so he can't attack while charging it.
  • +50 Heat
  • +150% DMG
  • 1 post charge
• Wide Wave - During sword mode, the Arcellerator can launch a bladed beam of magic to strike opponents from afar. This move is fairly powerful close up, but quickly loses power at longer distances.
  • +50 Heat
  • Hit up to 5 enemies
  • 10-50% DMG based on distance

 

Extras: 

• The Arcellerator, Prototype model - A unique magical handgun that can turn into a sword on the fly. It's still a work in progress. It currently uses a special magic reactor, which creates it's blade and bullets. While it does have unlimited ammunition, it's core is still rather weak, and make is rather shoddy due to not the best materials, so it will overheat if used excessively. Normal shooting and blade mode is nice and stable, so those are good for use to keep it from overheating. Once it reaches 100 in Heat, it enters Overheat, making it unusable as a gun or sword, so it's a little whacking stick. It cools by 25 Heat when not used, and cools by 10 heat when simply being used for the sword or being fired.
  • ​Heat Threshold: 100
  • Cooldown: 25 on non-use, 10 on sword/gun use

 

Stress: 

• 0/1 Mild Mental
• 0/1 Mild Physical

 

Injury:

• 0/2 Mild
• 0/5 Moderate
• 0/6 Severe

Relationships: 

 

[Leshrac]

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Name: Einar, The Solemn Knight
 

Description: A warrior seeking death at the hands of a superior combatant.
 

Personality: Einar is quiet. He believes heavily in justice, but does not actively pursue it. Einar was brought up to value strength above all else and this is evident in his quest for a proper rival. Einar does not speak often, but when he does others should listen. He does not play well with others normally, not because he actively dislikes others, but because Einar is a loner. There is only one way to prove strength in his mind. Leaning on or trusting others is what the weak do. There may have been too many tales of betrayal in the legends and tales he was told as a youngster.

 

Einar is a creature of instinct and when an urge strikes him, he goes through with it. This is considered stupid to many, but Einar's dream is to prove himself as a powerful warrior. The way to do that for him is to find a proper enemy. This is someone who must be more powerful than him. Some call it a death wish, Einar believes it's a challenge. His urges mostly stem from combat, protecting the weak, and serving out his form of justice if the need be. Einar is chivalrous, not because women are weak, but because they are members of the opposite sex. You never know when love will strike, after all. 

 

Honest to a fault and very blunt. Einar believes heavily in a warrior's code and the ideals of a fair fight. No fight is ever fair, Einar understands that, but never turn your sword on someone who is not ready to meet their own end. At least let them know beforehand. Einar will intervene in other fights if he believes that the much weaker party does not want to take part. His ideology is that the weak are meant to challenge the strong. If you are more powerful than your opponent and know it and continue to assault them, then you are a disgrace. This works both ways. If a weaker character challenges Einar to a duel, expect no mercy. In Einar's mind death through combat is the most honorable way to die.

 

Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 9 ft
Level: 1
Fate Points: 3
Refresh Rating: 3
Species: Adri'Gigas

Profession: Knight (Heavy Armor) - Knights are heavily armored and physically powerful. They are most comfortable at a close range where they use their powerful melee weapons to deal heavy damage. From a range they are not very powerful, but their heavy armor and shield help to deflect blows so that they may close the gap.

 

Aspects: 

• "..."
• "Honor Above All."
• "You Have Forced My Hand."
• "Trust Only Yourself."
• "A Worthy Adversary"

Biography: 

 

Einar was always an odd one. Most believed he had a speech impediment simply because it was rare to hear him speak. This was a trait he picked up from his father, Ove. From a young age he was taught the meanings of honor, strength, and love. These were the teachings of his family. To know Einar, one must fully understand the teachings that Ove drove into him.

 

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Honor is the aspect of the mind. It commands respect and is the light that burns away the darkness in one's own mind. Never doubt oneself, never go against one's own code, never harm an innocent, and absolutely never commit murder. There is a large difference between murder and killing, it should be important to note. Since the times of his family's original ancestor, these teachings have been passed. Killing an opponent in cold-blood is an unforgivable act, but killing an opponent in combat is a different story. When one chooses to take another life, they too must put their own life on the line. There is no greater achievement one can reach than to die by the hands of a powerful opponent.

 

Strength is the aspect of the body. To truly master and know oneself, one must know their own body. Each individual's body is different and thus is a reflection of themselves. A foul and weak body leads to a frail and deceptive mind. Not only does this effect their ability in combat, but also is the container of the soul. Keeping a healthy body, makes for a healthy soul. If one keeps a healthy soul, they will be welcomed into the afterlife as a hero and their next container will be stronger. It governs the idea that reincarnation exists within Einar's family (and to other races with the exception of the Nightmare Horde who are granted life eternal, but this isn't a very common religion/belief and as such not many know of it.)

 

Love is the aspect of the soul. Emotions and desires are all governed by this ideal. The soul is the invisible string that ties the races to the world. Without a soul one cannot truly be complete. Or so the teaching goes. Souls go to the afterlife upon death. There they are either welcomed or shunned. Souls that are welcomed are allowed to return to their world and relive a new life. Those who did great deeds in life are granted boons or blessing dependent on their previous deeds. This can be anything from a stronger innate understand of magic to easily picking up new techniques. Important paths within the aspect of Love are starting a family and protecting the weak.

 

Einar grew up with these teachings forced onto him, sometimes literally. He did not mind. Einar liked to believe that his soul was one that had been through many cycles because of his sheer physical strength. Although he believed that, Einar never really was not particularly gifted in combat or intelligence. The thing that drove him forward and what made him a great warrior was his willpower. Through sheer tenacity he achieved what many warriors wished they could have. It also helped that his body was naturally strong and limber. His entire childhood was spent in his mountain home with his father. When they weren't hunting for food, they were training their combat techniques. Ove believed heavily in not going easy on his children.

 

When Einar was a young man and finally a true warrior, he left his home. It was the path he had chosen and his father was proud of him. From then on Einar has been travelling. His quest to find an opponent that had the ability to truly test his own martial skills had begun. At first it was simple fights against the stronger members of the towns he passed through. This caused others to look at him rather unfavorably at first, but that soon changed in almost every town. His penchant for stepping into arguments and helping out those weaker than himself turned him into an almost myth. Stories of him began to circulate and eventually he found his chance.

 

Soon Einar discovered a rumor about a martial tournament of sorts. There was an arena run by an incredible wealthy family and they were looking for competitors. The tournament itself was a rather large spectacle. Fighters from all over the immediate area had gathered and soon the tournament began. It was an incredible experience that felt more like a dream than reality. At least to Einar it did. It was long and hard fought, but in the end there was only one victor. Einar stood alone at the end of tournament, all his opponents slain. From then forward he continued his original goal and that's where he finds himself now. Searching for the next opponent who might send him to the afterlife. Luckily, winning the tournament gave him a rather nice boost to his renown. 

 

Skills: 

• +1 Brawler
• +1 Paragon

Stunts: 

• Shield Bash - Einar may use his Defender skill in place of his Opportunist skill to counter attack and deal physical damage when at melee range.
• Relentless Assault - When Einar uses his Brawler skill to create an advantage in physical combat, he gains a scaling +2 to his Fighter skill. 
• Experienced Warrior - If Einar enters into physical combat at melee range with one enemy, he gains +2 to his Duelist skill.

 

Extras: N/A

Stress: 

• 0/1 Mild Mental 
• 0/1 Mild Physical

Injury: 

• 0/2 Mild
• 0/5 Moderate
• 0/6 Severe

Relationships: Einar has not made many lasting bonds in his life because of the seclusion of his family in the mountains, but people seem to take a liking to a giant in a suit of armor. This is mostly because he's a pretty nice guy.

 

Ove - Ove is Einar's father. They have a strong bond as Ove was the one who raised Einar. Einar spent most of his life living and training with his father so the two would clearly have a strong bond. Although Einar went his separate ways with his father, he may very well return one day.

 

Laila - Laila is Einar's mother. The two share a bond, particularly because of the importance of love in their family group. She taught Einar more about survival tactics than Ove such as cooking, identifying some mountain herbs, and how to treat a lady.

 

Einar, The Solemn Knight

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Einar

Class: Knight

Race: Adri'Gigas

Lv: 1

HP: 30

GP: 1,275

Fate Points: 3

Refresh Rating: 3

 

Skills List

• +1 Brawler
• +1 Paragon

​Stunts List

• Shield Bash - Einar may use his Defender skill in place of his Opportunist skill to counter attack and deal physical damage when at melee range.
• Relentless Assault - When Einar uses his Brawler skill to create an advantage in physical combat, he gains a scaling +2 to his Fighter skill.
• Experienced Warrior - If Einar enters into physical combat at melee range with one enemy, he gains +2 to his Duelist skill.

Current Equipment/Inventory

(Equipped) Iron Sword - Inexpensive basic sword. (+6 DMG)

(Equipped) Iron Shield - Inexpensive basic shield. (+12 HP)

(Equipped) Iron Armor - Basic iron heavy armor. (+18 HP)

Health Potion (x2) - Instantly restores 10 HP.

 

Stored Equipment/Inventory

N/A

 

Stress

• 0/1 Mild Mental
• 0/1 Mild Physical

​Injuries

• 0/2 Mild
• 0/5 Moderate
• 0/6 Severe

​Racial Abilities

• Frost Mastery (Passive) - Whenever an Adri'Gigas deals ice damage to an enemy, they deal bonus, extra damage (Starting at +2 damage at Level 1)
• Giant's Blood (Passive) - All Adri'Gigas start the game with a +1 Brawler skill and a +1 Paragon skill. This bonus scales with their level.
• Shapeshifting (Passive) - All Adri'Gigas can take on the aspect of an animal, transforming into a mixed were-form that greatly enhances their base stats and modifies their height. Einar's aspect is that of a Bear.

Edited by Leshrac, 28 February 2015 - 12:30 AM.