"It appears masculine..." "I think it's an android..." LN Android Slayer 2
"I was only leveraging my uniquely intimidating appearance. No need for congratulation." "Good idea," Everest says, and checks his coin purse. After the rumor mongering, he turns to the others, expressionless, and says "I'm not sure what sounds more interesting-- what do you all think?"
"It appears masculine..." "I think it's an android..." LN Android Slayer 2
Everest picks up the ball without response and returns around the corner. Giving a searching look to the others, he hands the ball to the children. "Enjoy," he says mirthfully, and makes his way back to the group. "Shall we continue?"
"It appears masculine..." "I think it's an android..." LN Android Slayer 2
"My designation is Everest," he says plainly. "Nice to meet you." "I am an automaton. My primary protocols include maintaining security networks, team dynamics, the live capture of perpetrators of infringement upon the law, efficient lethal take-down maneuvers and general social pleasantry." "One moment," Everest says, and quickly approaches where the older children scurried off to, his expressionless visor scanning for them. Not on my watch.
"It appears masculine..." "I think it's an android..." LN Android Slayer 2
Everest holds the book in one hand, and the nightstick in the other. Giving it a long look, he shrugs. The mechanical man watches both of the other recruits assault the half-orc with unchanging features, and then applauds the book and the rod together as they both give it their best effort. "I will now attempt to bring about the completion of my mission parameters," he announces in an exuberant voice. "I apologize if this brings harm to you," he says to the half-orc. "I can see where training and old wounds intersect-- there, across your side-- to make a particularly tantalizing target of opportunity and am very keen on impressing you through physical posturization." "Again-- apologies. This may sting." Favored target! Melee Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 1 = 25
"It appears masculine..." "I think it's an android..." LN Android Slayer 2
Turning in his seat rigidly, Everest addresses the red-faced changeling and the drunken aasimar. "Greetings. My designation is Everest." He holds the two-sided pencil out to them in two fingers. His face looks like it should be smiling, but it is still woefully blank. "While it's nature has significantly changed, this object remains a pencil. You seem to have an ocular abnormality; You are devastatingly inebriated. Do either of you request instruction or assistance on filling out your form?"
"It appears masculine..." "I think it's an android..." LN Android Slayer 2
To Kvell:
Everest continues, his entire body still yet his voice pleasant and mirthful. "And it was no large expenditure of energy on my part. I'm simply following my Code of Conduct. I'm pleased to have been of service." To Celenna:
"It appears masculine..." "I think it's an android..." LN Android Slayer 2
"Either of those sound like plausible job security titles, miss. However, I must warn you that a pencil is not a suitable replacement for normal dietary nutrition." Hazel Stokes wrote: Hazel's face turns slightly pink. Of all the things she'd expected to do today, explaining clothing cultural norms to a centaur hadn't been on the list. "I agree with the young female on the topic at hand," Everest says flatly. "This explanation seems to fit well in-line with accepted societal norms in Absalom."
"It appears masculine..." "I think it's an android..." LN Android Slayer 2
The mechanical man continues to coach Kvell. "Then, there, is previous employment. I assume the request is for your job title. I suggest using exaggeration to make yourself seem more important. For example, my last employment was as a traveller. I wrote down 'traveller.' For argument's sake, this is a bad example." Everest slowly turns to stare at the drunken woman. "I apologize. I do not recognize these speech patterns as language."
"It appears masculine..." "I think it's an android..." LN Android Slayer 2
"Address. The form is asking for the code that denotes your domicile's current physical location, in example 661 E. Tavern Road." He points a finger at the paper. "And afterwards, we are currently within the city boundaries of the city of Absalom. Traditional female garb is not required for the occupation of security personnel." Glancing around, Everest seems on edge before flatly saying "Oh, my. We've become surrounded. Greetings, varied sapient species. My designation is Everest. Is everyone here applying for the town guard?"
"It appears masculine..." "I think it's an android..." LN Android Slayer 2
"My apologies. I am not a thing. My designation is Everest. Please, refer to me as such in further conversations." He sets his form out in front of him-- completely filled, signed and notarized entirely in extremely rigid penmanship. Taking a seat, he points to Kvell's paper. "The first section, titled 'name', is for your name-- including middle and surname if applicable." Celenna doesn't surprise him-- he turns and looks at her apathetically before answering energetically "Perhaps your olfactory glands have suffered internal error. I smell like leather and old steel, like a well-worn sword. This sentiment has been expressed to me before." He turns his other pencil upright, holding it out rigidly towards the new woman. "You are in need of a writing instrument. The code of charity dictates that I must allow you usage of one of these pencils."
"Pardon the interruption, centaur. I have possession of two pencils and you are in need of one. The code of charity dictates that I must allow you usage of one of these pencils." The man speaking is a tall, thin overdressed creature in strange full-body armor, a ragged longcoat draped over his arms and shoulders. A wide-brimmed hat paradoxically sits upon his plate helmet. A soft light-- perhaps from some sort of magical implement-- glows just behind his visor, illuminating nothing. He stands with perfect posture, despite the backpack hanging from his arm and the armor no doubt weighing him immensely. The word 'EV-ER-5T' is written across his left pectoral in wide painted stencil. Everest holds out an armored hand, with a stick of charcoal flat on the palm like a salt lick. He notices the entry of another mammal, no doubt the woman's male companion by its tone of voice, and directs his attention to the centaur. "The likelihood of a centaur being well-versed in the nuances of the common Taldane dialect is low. Do you request instruction or assistance on filling out your form?"
Hunter William wrote:
And I am! He's the CE assassin. I'm a LN lawman. I'm like a vulcan. A cold, emotionless vulcan with a longbow and a broadsword.
Here's a weird character for consideration. Everest, the android slayer. His language is law. Backstory:
"Everest is not human. He's not even alive. He's an android guardsman, and one of the best. Who needs a guardsman who eats, sleeps, has to sneak off to the privy? Everest is unmoving. Like a stone. But I guess he does move, so he's not. It's great. We like having him around. Very useful!"
"He was found buried underground in a dungeon somewhere by a group of adventurers who pawned him off to a gnome who pawned him off to a curiosities dealer who shipped him 'cross the sea to sell him to a noble to lost him in a hedonistic party to a group of ne'er-do-wells who got caught. For some reason, all that activity woke him up from his hibernation. They put him in the evidence room. He knocked and politely asked to be let out." "Of course, the nobleman wanted him back. Sir Helmdegger has the papers to prove he bought him, after all. But the burglars got away one night by accident. Uh, yeah. The thing where they stole the guard uniforms. People are still talking about that? ... Anyways, Everest is evidence in an ongoing investigation. The grey area between living evidence and uh. not-living evidence is a wide one, especially when it comes to a thing or person like him. They let him work his keep since he does in fact use up a bit of space in the corner. Turns out he's not so great at cleaning, but he is fa-an-tastic at chasing street toughs down and pummeling the hell out of them. Turns out he doesn't get tired." "Now, he sometimes sounds a bit creepy. Maybe even a bit psychopathic. But he's just being honest. Really. He'll grow on you. No, not literally! I don't think he does that." "Let me call him over here and I'll introduce you. Hey, Everest! Over here!" Everest is a six-foot-even colossus of metal parts and clicking machinery designed expressly for the purpose of ending human life, but he doesn't like to do that so it's no big deal. He wears a guardsman's uniform like a mannequin. He's very congenial, very soft-spoken and dazzlingly intelligent. Brutally honest is the right words for his personality. He enjoys capturing law-breakers and thieves, stomping out crime and saving people in danger. He apes human life in many ways, pretending to drink, smoke or relax in an exaggerated way that has earned more than its fair share of laughs. Even he doesn't know where he's from. But sometimes, he gets flashes of directives, sounds, light and fury and knows that someone nearby is breaking security protocol and should be pacified. It comes to him like a dream or a fever. Does he want to find out why? It's not important. What's important is keeping these people safe, secure and happy. Everything else is secondary. Crunch:
Everest Male android slayer 2 NG Medium humanoid (android) Init +3; Senses darkvision 60ft., low-light vision; Perception +8 -Defense--------------------------------- AC 17, touch 10, flat-footed 10 (+4 armor, +3 Dex) hp 12 (1d10+2) Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +1 (+4 vs all saving throws against mind-affecting effects, paralysis, poison, and stun effects) Immune fatigue, exhaustion, disease, sleep, fear, emotion-based effects -Offense--------------------------------- Spd 30 ft. Melee longsword +4 (1d8+2/x2) Ranged longbow +5 (1d8/x3) or point-blank shot longbow +6 (1d8+1/x3) Special Attacks favored target +1 -Statistics------------------------------ Str 14, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 15, Wis 12, Cha 8 Base Atk +2; CMB +4; CMD 17 Feats Precise Shot*, Point-Blank Shot Skills Acrobatics +8, Bluff +4, Climb +6, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +6, Knowledge (local) +6, Perception +8, Sense Motive +2, Survival +5, Stealth +8 All skills listed are class skills Traits Languages Common, Orc, Elven Combat Gear longbow, dagger, quiver with 20 arrows, chain shirt consumables under gear below Special Abilities Slayer Talents (ranger combat style [archery]), track, nanite surge +5 Bruising Intellect [Link]
Brutal Honesty
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