I will say this: you should not assume that you will be the same race at the end of the campaign that you start with. You might encounter.....changes.
BWA HA HA HA HAHAHAHAHAHA..*cough, cough*
On that front... what happens to all those racial paragon levels, in my case, then? :P Do I just replace all of them with... some poor tiny squishy unscaled pink paragon equivalent? That'll be a hoop to jump through if Skyscale gets there. Made worse by the fact that the GOO IS INTERESTING. :P
On that note, I'd started off building the character as a lizardfolk, before I realized -how much it didn't work-. And then promptly swapped to Taninim. Although I think it'd be cool if there -were- Lizardfolk Draconic Exemplars on my world, with some adjustments made.
I'm not saying that you will change, just that it might happen. I like to let the story do things, and people tend to take the deals for power that I offer them, even though they shouldn't...
Skyscale may well take a deal for power because it's -SHINY- and he wants to -TOUCH IT- though. I'm thinking the best fit would be to just shift levels to barbarian should he touch something he shouldn't and lose his dragon-ness. But ultimately, it'd be up to you :)
I'm pretty laid back about in character changes. My magus got shifted to old age by a curse, and all I did was change stats and have him look for a solution in character. So... whatever happens, happens. :P
Friday is the cutoff for submissions; Monday is when we start.
As we're getting ready to play, I should warn you that early on we're going to be using the spoiler tab a lot. If you get a response in a spoiler tab, please respond in kind. When we first start, I will have post a basic post that everyone will be assumed to get, and then when you guys respond if you could do so in spoiler form, that would be great.
My goal is to restrict knowledge until you get to know your group. Once the group "forms up", I will forego the use of spoilers and we'll go to standard posting, but if someone goes off on their own, I will be posting spoilers for them. One of the things I'm shooting for here is to heighten the tension by restricting the information that the group as a whole has.
You're all going to be in an alien environment, dealing with things you've never seen before, and lifeforms unlike what you've experienced before. In order for this to work, I will need your help. If it goes off well, I think it should be creepy with a side of awesome and scary at times.
Sounds awesome!
Ooh, and languages will sure get interesting.
ya, that's my reason for asking people to create them...
of course, there are/will be ways for your group to communicate, but first you will need to figure out what things are and what they do...
I figure the draconic of Skyscale's world will be... backwater sounding. This is a world where dragons are with dragons, and upholding a rigorous idea of how precisely to say things really only works with languages that are either taught or used infrequently. Draconic is probably southern gentleman or high German, while Scaletongue is seriously backwater or low German. Do I have to say 'ain't' when speaking in Scaletongue? :|
that's hilarious, but not unless you want to.
I think it'd be hilarious, but I also recognize the difficulty of reading heavily accented things. I love how it'd give the character a specific voice... So I may. I'll try to limit the apologetic apostrophes, though.
Well, I've seen some people post earth-language or phonetic translations of what their language should sound like to a non-initiate, with spoiler tags for those who understand, which suddenly becomes relevant.
Hi been keeping track of this thread and I have to ask, because this may be the one and only time I have a chance to play one, could I play 3ed party
So spaceship middle of know where, bunch of prisoners. Hehe,
Race: Gallifron class TIMELORD Link on name.
Time Lord name: 'The Lady'
She would start with no items, so no Sonic Screwdriver or TARDIS :)
Just her and her brain. :)
She would be pre- The last great time war
Catch phrase "Fascinating!"
If not that then a Dhampir time-thief or Psion->Telepath
Wel, if it is not too late, I might put an entry in.
what to use, what to use.
Ok how about a human or android soulknife. Stats to follow
not bad.
strength 18
dexterity 17
constitution 17
intelligence 17
wisdom 10 (+2 for race)
charisma 13
human, soulblade.
Cap Wombat here, Alt is
Isabela Calista De Romano
Dhampir Psion->Telepath
CN
Int 18
Con 08
strength 10
dexterity 20 (+2 race)
constitution 08
intelligence 22 (+2 race +2 Levels)
wisdom 10 (-2 race)
charisma 13
O shes a bad girl, jail is where she would end up, being a blood drinking power leech. hehe
@gm_captain_wombat: While that is a cool class, the doctor (or one of his ilk) would not be appropriate because he would know quite a bit about higher technology. Isabela, however, loks solid.
@chillblame: you are welcome to submit something, but remember that the cutoff is tomorrow, so you would probably need to hustle...
Speaking of, for everyone, please remember that the cutoff for submissions is tomorrow. I'll give you guys the entire day to get your submissions in, and then I will make an announcement on Monday as to the accepted submissions.
cool GM just getting done now, shes 90% there
All done, and I like her.
Languages:
In the Blood clan's Space Habitats.
the five most common languages and their speakers are as follows.
1) Blood Tongue , The Ancient Language of vampires. Example Image
2) Trade Talk, Also know as "travellers Cant" a basic space ways bartering Language of signs, sounds actions.
3) 'Slave'er' A Tongue, spoken by the slaves, food stock and slavers with in the Blood clan's Space Habitats.
4) 'Tecknia', Spoken and communicated buy constructs, robots and there technicians, highly complex and condensed Language.
5) 'Rapture Thought' The telepathic Language of Psion's and other Telepaths, images, emotions and experiences make up this highly complex language only expressible my telepaths.
Home world
The Blood Clans Space Habitats [citys]
Vast space Space Habitats of darkness,
where Vampire Family overlords rule,
Craftsers/technia's, Slavers and Slaves/food stock.
Curl worlds of power, evil, crime and trade.
Moving around the space ways.
Well, telepathy would certainly make language barriers more interesting.
Telepathy doesn't necessarily mean you can -understand- what the person is thinking. It's something that's glossed over, or often is added in as a secondary power necessary to make the first work. You could totally see blue in a completely different way than I do. Some versions of telepathy deems that you can understand it anyway.
Likewise, if I picture an apple, you see an apple. But nothing says that if I think in chinese you can understand it in english. Nothing says you -can't- either. It's kind of a fun thing to think about. This is also kind of subverted by the fact that a psychic character will likely have access to language centers of the brain if they have access to surface thoughts, will have spent part of their life learning other languages if their power relies on it, or some other mix.
If that makes sense.
Though the rules (having looked at it) explicitly state that it works on anything intelligent, regardless of level thereof. Soooo the universe (and universal monster rules) define that it works. :P
yep for a GM it can be a real pain, I know been there done that,
:)
its why I made Language for telepaths.
There is a kind of meta game problem with telepaths as you stated Hotaru.
With the idea of an metal Experiences based Language, displaying scenery input to others as a means of communication, specific to telepathic communication gets around the problem of reading minds to talk to them. its way I had it written like this.
'Rapture Thought' The telepathic Language of Psion's and other Telepaths, images, emotions and experiences make up this highly complex language only expressible by telepaths.
Comprehension then comes from the other end, allowing a GM, to say
"Sorry your talking to him but, but he's having problems or just dos not understand what your saying telepathicly at the moment" Allowing, a sorry it dos not work this time, a language skill roll or even the use of other magic's, skills etc, which all had to the fun of challenges.
when the games needs it and with out the GM saying
"Sorry telepathy just dos not work right now"
I have used this in my own GMing and it works well.
I am more than willing to have my PC limited this way for the sake of Rule of Cool and a good game.
:)
Mmmhmm. I just went off on a tangent talking about how it could be interpreted. Then went 'duh. It's probably expressly defined.'
Sometimes I get excited and talk before I think things all the way through. I think that might be why I love Draconic Exemplar so much...
No worries
Hmm. The game I run has a lot of telepaths in it, and I ruled that they can use it as translation, by sending images and emotions and such. But I guess that's a DMing choice.
with her there yes translation is an option and may be good, as a sudo bad not evil PC, well others think she is. That could be a good party roll for her.
I have her as LN at the moment,
Ok she drinks blood but she dos not kill her dinner, they come to her and she treats them with respect. She is not a cold killer type. She's a thinker who has a strict code of Honour.
Whew. Feth here with my submission. She's a changeling time thief. I can't write a background without starting to write a book lol. I put in her languages but I can go into more detail if you need it.
Ok now she is all done, ready and a waiting, I think she will be a great help to a party, she has loads of Kn Skills, int 22 helps there, and powers. I tech'ed her up a bit in back ground to fit the setting, but even NO equipment she's hard to take down. I like her a lot, been real fun making her and she has a nice back ground.
Vampire cites in space
come on what's not to like about that,
O that would be cool, the whole slave population having no idea their in a space ship and their world is run by Vampire Clans.
Hold on there is a film like that hummm Dark City, hehe
Got a nice image of her, she short 5'2" and looks young.
Shouldn't be much longer now, huh?
Hope so, best of luck everyone, its been great fun with such and interesting outline for a Game, just making an intricate and interesting PC. :)
Yep, good luck to everyone! I liked looking at all the 3p classes. I wish more DMs would allow them.
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Just updated her background with home world information and more on her history, also got her powers and DCs right now.
She is now 100% done
Nurob was happy, he had just fenced some more gear and was heading down to see Maka to do a nice blackmail on some out of town trader. Make him some real cash from that Corporation fat-cat. She slipped in to Old Beekys Bar and grill and make his way to the doored booths at the back. Maka used one as his office to keep the laws eyes away. Nurob slipped the door open and backed in checking he was not seen. Once he had the door closed he turned around says.
"Maka have I got as sweet deal for you..."
He stopped, where Maka normally sat there was now a small black haired woman, human by the look of her, washed out skin, could be an addict.
She only look just out of her teens, 19 20 may be, could be one of Maka's girls.
"Err where's Maka girly?"
She took a moment to look him up and down, the said in a clear voice.
"Mr Makadreen decided to give up his life of crime and has gone the local police to confess all."
It took a moment, then he bust out laughing after a wile he stopped.
"Joker, funny but no really where's he gone?"
She looked him in the eyes.
"As I said, so now Mr Nurob Alfeen Gib please take a seat, I would like some words with you."
Now he looked shocked,
The law? the inteligance service? who the *&^%,
All this ran through his mind, she even knew is real full name,
she has got to be a spook, ye they wanted him for a job, must be,
yer now he was going to be in the big time. He sat and looked at her, She poured him a drink of tea. He did not take it, but she had a sip of hers. As she did he felt his leg under the table for his poison tipped dagger.
"Now Mr Gib you have come to my attention in regards to some documents you stole a few days ago from the Grand Hotel, from room 10 to be precise. The ones that your now thinking about in your top breast pocket."
He looked at her shocked,
Mind reader!"
A crime on here about's so he knew she was working outside the local laws. The trader, he had hired a PI, that's who this B&** was, so now they would talk money. What he had in his pocket was evidence of bribery 20 to 50 years in the kink in this city.
"You come alone?
He asked her.
"Yes"
Shot back her reply.
"40,000 in uncut gems, that's price, here tomorrow and the papers are your. Any funny stuff and ill have the Guys local come see you at the find hotel. Then have Gill outside and his mate come beat you to a mush, Half giants can be so mean."
She sipped her tea again.
"No Mr Gib, I think your just going to hand me the papers right now, that would be good idea."
She held her hand out and before he knew it he had done just that, taken them out and handed them to her. He had really wanted to, really. She popped them into a small case she had with her.
"Err what just happened"
He shock his head,
WHAT THE...!!
He went for his dagger pulling it out and then froze. he could not move his hand out with the blade in it just inches from her head. She had not moved but still sat sipping her tea.
"Thank you Mr Gib, now you have tried to hurt me with poison no less, I don't feel bad about what I have to do, your a evil man and evil things are going to happen to you."
He was frozen as she stood and walked round the table to his side. She was small 5' nothing, but there was something very worrying about this small girl, Then it hit him. Fangs, they seemed to be growing in her mouth. He could only move his eyes, so looking to the side he could see them, and the look on her face. Now he was shaken with fear. She leaned into his neck and then. Pain, OOOoo the pain he could feel her sucking on his neck, he felt light headed, unable to move. It did not take long. When she was done she walked back around the table and sat down. Then he was free of her, but so weak, he fell to the floor shivering.
"Me Gib you made a number of mistakes, you should have checked your mark, you should have fully read the papers I now have and you should never have thought about blackmailing our Corporation."
She was wiping his blood from her mouth with a napkin.
"So with your mistakes I am sorry to say I have been ordered by head office to set and example. Your do understand, this is not at all personal its just business."
fangs, our Corporation? who the O^#&& *#^#&*! the Blood clans!! O my god!!, The @&@& Blood Clans, i'm #^#^& so very very %#%#^
"Yes I can see it in your mind, you just worked it out, now please try not to..."
To late he had pee'ed himself.
"O well, it will wash out, now then, as I was saying, the Corporation likes to set examples. You know for others of your kind who may be thinking of doing something like you. So a short distance from here I have take the liability of renting a shop, empty now but I think the window display tomorrow will be most interesting."
Now he was whimpering fear had taken him.
'In a moment I will feed you a nice healing drift, that will fix you up good as new. Then I'm going to remove all trace of me being from your mind. You will come round and find on this table a note form your good friend Mr Makadreen. Telling you to meet him at his new shop, you will go because you will really want to go. Once there some local friends of the Corporation are going to skin you alive and place your dying body in the window as a display tonight. Come day all the world will see you dead caucus and when they take it down they will find in your mouth a chip from the Grand Hotels casino. The underworld around here will get the message, Don't ^#%#& with the Corporation and we can get on with business. I am telling you this now so you know why and how you died in your after life. If your end up in the hells, I should warn the Corporation has friends there as well, so this could be only the beginning of your troubles, so here's hoping you have not been to bad a boy. Well lets get this over with."
He has been snivelling, now he made a silent scream as she pushed into his mind and removed his memory's of her, then she put in the needed compulsions. With his mouth still open she emptied a timed healing draft into it and place on the table a small note with his nick name written on its cover. Placing his dagger back, She then left, she was late for a meeting then had to be at a trade show at 1, so much to do and so little time to do it in. Her transport pulled up and she was gone into the city.
of course she never made it to the trade show.
Nurob was happy; he had just fenced some more gear and was heading down to see Maka to do a nice blackmail on some out of town trader. Make him some real cash from that Corporation fat-cat. She slipped in to Old Beekys Bar and grill and make his way to the booths at the back. Maka used one as his office to keep the laws eyes away. Nurob slipped the door open and backed in checking he was not seen. Once he had the door closed he turned around says.
"Maka have I got as sweet deal for you..."
He stopped, where Maka normally sat there was now a small black haired woman, human by the look of her, washed out skin, could be an addict.
She only look just out of her teens, 19 20 may be, could be one of Maka's girls.
"Err where Maka girly?"
She took a moment to look him up and down, the said in a clear voice.
"Mr Makadreen decided to give up his life of crime and has gone the local police to confess all."
It took a moment, then he burst out laughing after a while he stopped.
"Joker, funny but no really where's he gone?"
She looked him in the eyes.
"As I said, so now Mr Nurob Alfeen Gib please take a seat, I would like some words with you."
Now he looked shocked, The law? the intelligence service? who the *&^%,
All this ran through his mind, she even knew is real full name,
She has got to be a spook, ye they wanted him for a job, must be,
yer now he was going to be in the big time. He sat and looked at her, She poured him a drink of tea. He did not take it, but she had a sip of hers. As she did he felt his leg under the table for his poison tipped dagger.
"Now Mr Gib you have come to my attention in regards to some documents you stole a few days ago from the Grand Hotel, from room 10 to be precise, the ones that you’re now thinking about in your top breast pocket."
He looked at her shocked,
Mind reader!"
A crime here abouts, so he knew she was working outside the local laws. The trader, he had hired a PI, that's who this B&** was, so now they would talk money. What he had in his pocket was evidence of bribery that would mean 20 to 50 years in the kink in this city.
"You come alone?
He asked her.
"Yes"
Shot back her reply.
"40,000 in uncut gems, that's price, here tomorrow and the papers are your. Any funny stuff and ill have the Guys local come see you at the find hotel. Then have Gill outside and his mate come beat you to a mush, Half giants can be so mean."
She sipped her tea again.
"No Mr Gib, I think you’re just going to hand me the papers right now that would be good idea."
She held her hand out and before he knew it he had done just that, taken them out and handed them to her. He had really wanted to, really. She popped them into a small case she had with her.
"Err what just happened"
He shook his head,
"WHAT THE...!!"
He went for his dagger pulling it out and then froze. he could not move his hand out with the blade in it just inches from her head. She had not moved but still sat sipping her tea.
"Thank you Mr Gib, now you have tried to hurt me with poison no less, I don't feel bad about what I have to do, you’re an evil man and evil things are going to happen to you."
He was frozen as she stood and walked round the table to his side. She was small 5' nothing, but there was something very worrying about this small girl, Then it hit him. Fangs, they seemed to be growing in her mouth. He could only move his eyes, so looking to the side he could see them, and the look on her face. Now he was shaken with fear. She leaned into his neck and then. Pain, Oh the pain he could feel her sucking on his neck, he felt light headed, unable to move. It did not take long. When she was done she walked back around the table and sat down. Then he was free of her, but so weak, he fell to the floor shivering.
"Me Gib you made a number of mistakes, you should have checked your mark, you should have fully read the papers I now have and you should never have thought about blackmailing our Corporation."
She was wiping his blood from her mouth with a napkin.
"So with your mistakes I am sorry to say I have been ordered by head office to set and example. Your do understand, this is not at all personal it’s just business."
fangs, our Corporation? Who the O^#&& *#^#&*! the Blood clans!! O my god!!, The @&@& Blood Clans, i'm #^#^&
"Yes I can see it in your mind, you just worked it out, now please try not to..."
To late he had pee'ed himself.
"O well, it will wash out, now then, as I was saying, the Corporation likes to set examples. You know for others of your kind who may be thinking of doing something like you. So a short distance from here I have taken the liability of renting a shop, empty now but I think the window display tomorrow will be most interesting."
Now he was whimpering fear had taken him.
"In a moment I will feed you a nice healing drift, which will fix you up good as new. Then I'm going to remove all trace of me being from your mind. You will come round and find on this table a note from your good friend Mr Makadreen. Telling you to meet him at his new shop, you will go because you will really want to go. Once there some local friends of the Corporation are going to skin you alive and place your dying body in the window as a display tonight. Come day all the world will see you dead caucus and when they take it down they will find in your mouth a chip from the Grand Hotels casino. The underworld around here will get the message, Don't ^#%#& with the Blood Clan Corporations and we can get on with business. I am telling you this now so you know why and how you died in your afterlife. If your end up in the hells, I should warn the Corporation has friends there as well, so this could be only the beginning of your troubles, so here's hoping you have not been too bad a boy. Well let’s get this over with."
He has been sniveling, now he made a silent scream as she pushed into his mind and removed his memories of her, then she put in the needed compulsions. With his mouth still open she emptied a timed healing draft into it and place on the table a small note with his nick name written on its cover. Placing his dagger back, She then left, she was late for a meeting then had to be at a trade show at 1, so much to do and so little time to do it in. Her transport pulled up and she was gone into the city.
Gahh!! I thought I had put my guy up, but apparently not :)
His Fluff Is here and finished, same with his crunch in his profile, minus 1 malediction I still have to choose.
BTW His name is Lucky Lil Bill
Massive post ahead!
Name
Lucky Lill Bill
Class
Malefactor (Curse Eater) 8
Personality
Lucky Bill suffers from a dual existence. On the one hand his natural tendencies for excitement, adventure and free spiritedness, while on the other hand exists his cursed nature. Loneliness, isolation and fear for the safety of others. A disaster ever lurking around the next corner. Lucky Bill has that absolute need for friends and family that only a lonely halfling could experience, yet he knows that he must keep his distance for if anyone gets too close, bad things start to happen, and even worse if they touch him! As such Lucky Bill is always striving for that perfect balance of as close as possible to those he holds dear and sticking to the outskirts of the group.
Physical Description
Lucky Bill is a small halfling, a bit shy of 3ft and lean. He has an almost starved look about him but whether that is due to malnourishment or lack of emotional and human attachment is hard to say. Despite his small size Lucky Bill is quick. So quick that if he senses danger he is the first to hightail it out of there, a little brown blur streaking past and under his allies.
One of the most striking features of lucky Bill is the word TABOO etched across his forehead. It doesnt appear to be scarred into him nor is it a tattoo. In fact it is the mark of a potent curse cast on him, a reminder of a sinister history and a warning to all those nearby.
History and Backstory
For the world that Lucky originally came from, i am going to be using the cosmology that me and The Silver Prince Have been creating. The general cosmology has the normal planes and then a dozen or more of his devising that i will be using. Here is the Link (the small tab at the very bottom) and he will be from The Mountains of the Five Winds, A demiplane near the far beyond where a cloud of chaos and madness encroaches on 5 mountains upon whom cities of order were built. Where you are in the Cosmology can greatly affect what you speak and any variants of it. For example, those who live on the Marketplace plane would have the most “common” tounge, as it is a mixing pot from all the others, while those who live on a more secluded plane like the The Mountians, where I am from, would have a very distinct and harsher tounge, as it receives far fewer interlopers. One thing of note is that on The Mountian Plane there is a very distinct duality between the order of the Cities and the anarchy of the mists beyond. This is a tiny world sieged by the rest of the chaotic world around it. To step outside its walls is to step into the warping mists of Chaos itself. As such, most of the inhabitants usually have a very strong or extreme lawful/chaotic axis.
Lucky grew up like any other Halfling in the city of Stonemoor. He played around with the other kids and life was little beyond the norm. Yet he craved excitement in his sheltered city surrounded by mists, his tiny world safe and secure, as long as he listened to his elders warnings about staying away from the mists…
Yet what excitable, bored Halfling could do that? So one day he strayed outside the walls and further into the mists. Nothing had happened and when he returned, no one found out. Emboldened by his first success, he made it a game to sneak out into the mists and see how far he could go, till the one time he got lost… Completely isolated and cut off when darkness found him, his rescue party found him the next day, ashen grey but alive. Curiously he had the word TABOO etched across his face, and when they went to pick him up they were violently repelled. What had happened to him, he would not say, instead only replying that he met Baba Balindia and that she had promised him extraordinary luck. No one knew who Balindia was…
The truth was that Baba Balindia was a Fey Witch from the outer realms. A malitious spirit who fed off of the unlucky and was powerful indeed. In fact, most everyone who crossed her path was unlucky, and she made sure that the trait was enhanced…
When she found the little Halfling child, she “rescued” him in exchange for granting him extraordinary luck. Bad luck. She left by telling him that she would return someday and when she had, she would collect all the ill luck he had stolen, and that a reward would be due…
Goals and Reasons for Adventuring
Well Lucky didnt WANT to be abducted. He didnt WANT to be the only living being on the entire planet to be pulled away to an intergalactic prison .
Lucky has, however, gone adventuring back home on Stonemoor. The reasons he would go were always the same. Pain, loneliness, desire to belong, and finally to find a new home and family.
First would come the pain of a great accident or mishap like a great fire. Next would come the intense loneliness and guilt knowing that in some way, he was responsible. Then would come the age old desire to find somewhere he could belong, someone he could attach to, and often he would find it in roaming bands of adventurers. At least for a time, until they realized he was the cause of all their misfortune. Finally he was always searching for a home he could belong to. A place where he felt safe and a place where friends were always welcome.
Future Plans
Not really sure here :)
One idea is to take cursed weapon at lvl 9, giving it either the Apt Curse, Cursed Weapon or Hesitation/To the Hilt. Lucky cant really hit very well so he relies on flanking a foe (which he can do himself) and using his harrowing strike. This wont let him use more maledictions in a round but it will let him attack at the same time. Apt would be the most powerful, Cursed Weapon would be funny/fun and Hesitation/To the Hilt would be another way to do a very unique de-buff.
Greatest Fear
He absolutely dreads running into Baba Balindia again. He knows that it is simply a matter of time, but her promise of "Collecting all the ill luck he has stolen" and the "Reward to be due" simply terrifies him. He doesnt know what it means but he fears what it might imply. This has also trickled down into a heightened fear of any evil outsiders, Fey or undead as they remind him of her and her minions.
Uncrossable Line
He wont betray harth and home, family and friends. He will not harm them and will be fierecly protect them (he can run away or leave, thats fine)
Notable Traits, Drawbacks and Feats
Tenacious Malediction (Cross the Path): This makes it so that every time he does his acrobatic flanks, they last longer. Between this and Harrowing strike is his main way of actually hitting anything with his 13 Str.
Spooked: His original curse of un-luck was from Baba Balinda, a Fey Outsider witch. Since, he gets greatly unnerved by any Fey or Outsiders or Undead. Works somewhat well with Craven.
Craven: The constant separation from others and almost complete lack of physical contact has eaten away at Lucky, so much so as to bear visible effects on his face and body. Works somewhat well with Spooked, granting him +10ms and +1 AC but reducing his attacks, skills and saves by 2…
Maledictions:
Cross the Path: I intend on using this often, I run past/near the guy and then everyone gets a bonus to hit him (including me). This also allows me to do a harrowing strike against him, now I can actually hit him :P
Taboo: Since there is no resource expendure to use this, and it lasts 8 rounds, I will have this up on me essentially all the time. This is his Un-Luck at its most potent, an almost visible flow of cursed essence around him that violently repels anyone from coming near, friend or foe. I can temporarily cast this away from me and onto someone else for a while, but it always comes back… My Un-Luck is like a black cat XD
More Info
About Me
Posting Availability and pace
I usually post 2-3 times a day, first thing in the morning, last thing before sleeping and often once or twice during the day. I do recruitment last thing at night so i can sleep on it :)
Big thing of note here, Lately I have been sick and my home internet has gone kaput so for the very recent time, my posting has drastically slowed down.
As for pace, I am rarely the one being waited on, i like posting a bit more than "average" and thats why i enjoy having a wide base of games to satisfy my craving for the game :)
How familiar are you to the setting
I honestly don’t use 3rd party material too much, so most of it is unusual for me :) however I do feel I built a fairly strong character here.
I usually gravitate to homebrew, things like a borderlands game, a creationist game, Nightfliers purely homebrew labour of love, and really anything with wierd/new/interesting rules.
How many games do you currently play in
I am a player only (GMing sounds awesome but is a bit of a leap right now. Sooon...) and i am in 4 active games and 3 inactive/stalled games (one, the GMs com broke, the other has real life issues and might be coming back soon! Hurray!!!)
Bonus points. My posting style
I hate posting "I attack. (rolld dice) i do 21 damage."
Theres no story, no interaction and nothing keeping it interesting. Instead i try and inject mechanically meaningless bits into my posts. I have an Elan teleporter who mumbles to himself about dimentional coordinates and spacial flux and mathamatical equations when he is stressed and trying to teleport and it is always followed by a POP! every time he does port. He is also Naive but trustworthy, a little vain, easily excitable, very fast and never in the same position for long.
And i have a robotic Claptrap (from borderlands) who has a personality disorder. He has too much of it :p
He is always trying to help out, offering useless information, getting scared, coming up with brilliant plans (read Crazy and Harebrained, like setting up lots of explosives in a small area or trying to download a human consciousness into his databanks). Hes also a kleptomaniac with a good 60lbs of useless junk. He has half a dozen eyestalks, a cellphone, a codebreaker, Echo device, spare parts, blueprints and books, half-dozen+ weapons and innumerable amounts of tools (of which hes only used the tools and the echo device. Once.) his equipment block is a mile long... Actually same with his skills block and same with his resistances/immunities block >_>
My point is i like complex characters with lots of quirks and depth that are fun to "pretend i was them for a while" :)
I got a pretty complex alithogram that I use for fluffing out my characters, hope its not too much to drive you away :)
There! Everything should be done :)
Oh ya, this is Gobo Horde btw :)
Hay Clap trap you ok posting now, you dropped off the map there for a wile, in the borderlands game.
sorry guys, I spent this weekend without internet, so I had couldn't look at submissions. I'll have an answer for you guys today, but just need some time to review characters and go from there. Sorry for the delay.
No problem Vorg :)
Hia Captin!! Ya, i had some real life issues for a while there, but i am guaging myself appropriately, also, in case you didnt realize, im Sparky in that campaign! I took over the NPC and when the 1/3CR critter survived a rampage by Creed, an ensuing battle then an explosion that just about killed said Creed and caved the place in, i figured it best to turn him into a character XD
I love spanky :)
Ps
GM I have changed Calista's back ground to a report Saturday by her superviser. It's basically the same but makes for a more interesting read. Also so she uses metamorphosis, so body changes...
:)
Again good luck every one.
Take your time. The majority of the people here have been waiting a long while, and while I understand wanting to meet a deadline, it's better in my opinion to be sure of your choices. :)
I'll be waiting as patiently as I get.
As an aside, I messed up on one part of my sheet and can't change it until I'm home. Skyscale's deflection mod is 0(says 3). His Nat armor mod is 7(says 4). He gets half of his natural armor as deflection against touch attacks. I'm not sure if the difference really matters or if I should just leave the stats as is.
Okay, before we start, let me say that I really liked all of the completed submissions. All were extremely interesting, and all of them could have easily fit into the campaign. I spent the last 3 hours looking at classes, balancing group composition, and so on. Each of you made it into a roster at one point or another (I put together groups about 25 different ways, looking at group synergy and whatnot). You should all be proud of your characters.
That being said, let me just rip the bandaid off and get those who were selected listed below before paizo eats my post again:
Korash
Mjescar
Worldthorn
Ameo Wastell
Skyscale
Isabella
Please get avatars created if you haven't already done so and check in at the discussion thread.
Again, thank you all for submitting!
Wow cool, and thank you GM, for picking her, also best of luck to the guys who did not make it this time , with pcs this good your going to find other games wishing the best.
Checking in now GM
Awwww D: That's campaign #2 in a single day that I failed to get into :(
Well I have a huge writeup for this character, so if you change your mind, send me a PM :)
Yay! Posting in discussion now. :-)