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Igar The Terrible

My submission:

Here is a submission of a game I DM'd, to give examples of how I roleplay.

I would like to submit Korihor. She is a Transmuter (or another wizard of some sort, still trying to nail down the theme, but I am leaning towards a corrupted Transmuter if I can find the right Archetypes) from Galt. She despises her own country and sees LastWall as a way to enact some sense of reason onto the world's chaos and achieve renown. She is self-taught in her magic, which she is proud of. She mocks "schooled" wizards.

"Korihor's honey eyes are soft and warm and stark against her bronze skin. Her dark brown dreadlocks grace her shoulders. She has a noble posture, almost challenging. An open brand of an upside-down tree runs down her neck, spreading across her shoulders. It's actually not one tattoo or brand, but hundreds of tiny magical sigil tattoos, forming the image of a tree, red, cracking and bleeding."

"Her twin sister was taken from the orphanage they lived in at the age of 11. Korihor has always dreamed that Ceilidh is off somewhere, living the good life. This often turns dark and bitter for her."

Korihor is NE, which I roleplay like this: Laws are useless if they are in my way. If they benefit me, they are useful.

"I'm going to get mine. I won't tell you what you can and can't do, do not tell me what I can and can't do."

Being evil does not mean killing innocents or fighting the party. She will absolutely help, fight, and do all of those things. But she is motivated by self-interest more than heroism. She'll save the people because she is betting she'll get something from it. If Evil is not okay, she can be CG, without a problem.

She is a character who lacks patience when people are second-guessing, being "too safe", or quibbling about collateral damage. Break some eggs!

She can be cutting in her sarcasm, which is a defense mechanism meant to keep others at bay and keep herself from getting hurt. Her main motivation is finding safety through power and money, so that others may not harm her.


Korihor's honey eyes are soft and warm, and a little scared, and stark against her bronze skin. Her dark brown dreadlocks grace her shoulders. She has a noble posture, almost challenging. A tattoo of an upside-down tree runs down her neck, spreading across her shoulders. It's actually not one tattoo, but hundreds of tiny magical sigil tattoo's, forming the image of a tree. A picture of her, the outfit she wears, and her tattoo.

Background:
Korihor is a hard woman to love. She's brilliant, and believes she is on a mission to civilize the world, one person at a time. She believes that society is doomed because of the way people treat each other, and the way the species treat each other. She believes that there is a problem with the rich crushing the poor, even though she doesn't believe that there is something inherently wrong with being rich.
She distrusts magic, feeling it is only abused, and unnatural, and dislikes religion, feeling it is a big con. The conundrum of her life lies in the fact that she seems to seep magic from every pore. She would prefer to just read a book, cook an extravagant meal, enjoy an expensive scotch and cigar, and live out her life in a warm place overlooking the sea.

Calculating and thoughtful in her planning, she often doesn't think about what she is going to say before she says it in conversation. She believes in the best of mankind, but also believes that most people are idiots; sheep, with no willpower to make an informed choice for themselves, bent on treating each other poorly simply for a lack of understanding, or because they want a cookie.

She was born to the north of Corentyn in Cheliax, in the small village of Little Mingin, a dirty fishing village on the Arcadian Ocean. Her family sent her away to school in West Crown because "weird things always happened around her", the final straw being when she gave the mayor's daughter's a purple beard. She thought it suited her.

At fifteen her tattoo appeared, growing steadily down her back. She was afraid it was a disease, or infection of some sort. Her fears, it seems to her, were confirmed. She is infected with magical energy. It took the form of a slowly growing upside down tree, made of thousands of tiny arcane symbols, one by one appearing on her skin, bleeding down her back, slowly over the years. Every time something strange happened around her, the tattoo grew a little more.

At the age of 21, she awoke in an inn she was staying at in the city of Manaket in Rahadoum, while working as a freelance researcher for Venture Captain Obo...or what remained of the inn. Her bed alone stood unharmed, on an untouched rise in a crater where the 'Three Barmaids' once stood. She believes she destroyed it with her magic. That was when her Mark changed from a tiny shoot to a tiny sapling on her back. The fact she'd cried herself to sleep after being assaulted by two men didn't help.

She wants nothing more than to control this magic, so it can't hurt anyone else. She can't let this thing inside her destroy everything around her.

Unbeknownst to her, her family's home was destroyed in the same fashion, at that same moment, back in Little Mingin. And the father who'd been a little to doting of his daughter...well, that's another story.

Fleeing, she jumped a ship heading up the Uta river, up over the pass and down into the Sodden Lands. Over the next year, driven by fear of hurting anyone, she made her way to The Shackles, where the amount of alcohol they served seemed to match her thirst well. Fleeing a misunderstanding and a debt, she boarded a ship bound for Absalom.

She is a human, and rumor had it her grandmother was a tiefling, being from Cheliax, but she honestly considers herself human (no matter what those kids said). She cannot stand racism, and will quickly lose her cool if she see's it in practice.

She is not a hero, and has done nothing she considers special.[/ooc]

[spoiler=Personality]Korihor is very against inequality. She has been an outcast, and homeless, for good portions of her life, so she feels for the underdog, the marginalized. But she feels she's been "accused" of attacks against people and places, with her magic. She worries she's a bit of an unintended terrorist. So she has latched onto a few incidences she's read about that involved real terrorists...elves. Because of her frustration over her own situation, she tends to read the worst in elves, and comes across as mildly racist. This obvious conflict with her view towards others is not something she'd like pointed out to her.
She's brilliant, but a bit of an alcoholic. She can't sleep without a drink. She loves a good cigar, but will complain about someone tracking in dirt, or not washing their face. Calculating and thoughtful in her planning, she often doesn't think about what she is going to say before she says it in conversation.[/ooc]

[Spoiler=Goals]Korihor wants to figure out why her tree tattoo began to develop...an what it means.
Aside from that, she is really wanting to learn how to cook rice the way they did in Manaket. It was like little pillows of air. That, and the perfect scotch. She hears rumors that there is a scotch from the Worldwound that has stopped the battle there, simply so demons and Paladins could share it.

Notes:
I also put in Asher to be considered. Doubtful, but hopefully you don't choose both. ;) As before, all details can change, the characters not fully built, yadda yadda yadda. Her intention, if you approve, is to take several levels of wizard to "learn to tame" the magic, before taking levels of Ultimate Mage. This is a 3.5 class, so I wanted to check with you first. Her whole story arc revolves around learning to control this thing she hates, and becoming a bit of a powerhouse, spell-wise. I role-played her in another group, and actually made it to second level having never cast a single spell (which I was proud of, lol).


Thank you much, Jon. We do appreciate that. And totally NPC the crap out of her, lol. ;) Being as she had never actually cast a spell, she was almost an NPC anyway. ;)


I'll actually bow out, and can likely speak for Aemon as well. IRL I am in the middle of pre-production on two films, and it has drastically reduced my time. Please feel free to NPC our characters anyway you see fit (if you want them sticking around for a bit to keep the story congruous, or as NPCs for your new PCs to interact with.) :)

Thank you for the game, Jon. I really appreciate the effort you put in. And thank you everyone else for the enjoyable experiences. :)


Korihor Crunch:
Korihor's Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13.


Korihor crunch:
Perception check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22.


Korihor pushes uselessly on the door to the west in the main room. "No way I'm budging this...they're jammed."


"No, I think she just didn't like me trying to help. Things always went sideways, it seemed. Once, I tried to bathe the neighbors cat, after it got all muddy in a rainstorm. It lost all its fur, for some reason. I was always in trouble for trying to help out with something."


"My mum used to say something like that." Korihor says whistfully. "No good deed goes unpunished."


Korihor stops short. "Tell me again, why? Why are we doing this?"


"Grand-master...what? Okay. Off we go."


"I spent a little time here, and I wouldn't know either. It's a bit of a dire-rat eat dire-rat world out here."

Crunch:
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17.


Hope you're feeling better. :-)


"Agreed"


HP: 1d6 ⇒ 3. So average +1 is 4 +1 ConMod is 5. HP are now 12.

Korihor is taking a level of Wizard as she tries to learn to control her magic.


Will do.


"I'm with you, Pyrrha.


"Aemon!" Korihor yells as he wades into battle. "We have to get out of here, guys!"

She finds a sharp knife behind the bar, and starts moving towards the door, making sure the way is clear.


Korihor peaks up over the bar. "Why are we killing them?!"


Jon:
Korihor already went, diving behind the counter to take cover. :)


"How would I know!" Korihor hisses, diving over the counter to take cover.


Ditto.


Korihor groans as the crowd gets ruffled, picks up the glass, and holds it out the the bartender. "Quick like a hare, now, give me a shot of Perry if you've got one. It's about to become another dog's dinner in here, and I'm not about to do this with water in my belly, unless you want my sick all over."


Doing Sundance all this week. May keep me quieter than normal. :)


Korihor taps the glass twice on the table, and throws the water back like a shot. Swallowing, she knuckles her forehead, and grimaces. "Gods."


"He likes his stuff not stolen," Korihor says matter-of-factly.


Glad it was sold. :)


Korihor grimaces, listening to the conversation, and glares at Aemon. She groans. She snips at the bartender, "I'll have a distilled water, if you have any."


"About time..." Korihor mumbles to herself, walking up to the bar. "Do you have anything distilled? Or is it just brews?"


"Unpaid debts?


Champagne and white wine. :)


I love Vancouver, Zeph. They have a great industry up there. :)

Never been to Wisconsin.


Right on. Aemon and I are both in Utah, but I spend part of my time out of Burbank in California.


Agreed. California?


Accept it.


Happy New Years, ladies and gents. :)


"He... Korihor hesitates, looking at the floor. "He kidnapped my daughter. He's holding her for ransom."

Crunch:
Korihor attempts to bluff to gain sympathy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9, and then uses her Jedi mind trick: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15.


Jon

currencies:


"Fifty weights?!" Korihor scoffs.


Korihor coughs, covering her mouth. She glances at Pyrrha, shrugs and whispers, "what?" just a little too loudly.


Korihor leans into Kierana, "A horse? What the hell is he talking about? We don't have a horse..."


Korihor pulls the shawl she put over her head to hide her features down a little tighter, and whispers to the others. "Where is this...contact?"


Korihor looks at Ahto with revulsion. "Ew. Kierana, sounds like he needs his...whatever it is you do with his penance...again."


Korihor scowls at no one in particular. "I think his aura gave me a headache as well."


Apparently the wi-fi is more like 'the thought of dial-up if the wind is correct' at Jon's cabin. He was able to get a message out to me, and apologizes for the delay, but says he'll be back in a few days. :) And Happy Holidays to all.


Okay


Welcome back!


"Pyrrha." Korihor interjects, following her outside. "Are we ever going to see you again? Only...if you leave us, it's unlikely. You wanted a reason why you're here?" Korihor struggles with the words. "I...don't like...elves. I think they are selfish. I think they are pompous. I think they are arrogant, and while educated, generally uninformed. And you are all of that wrapped up in a stinky cheese cloth of pissed off."

Korihor looks down at her empty glass, and a tear lands on her wrist. "But I'm a bloody mess. And I'm terrified. And I've never had anyone...anyone stand up for me. So why should you stay? Because I need you. I need to have someone show me how to walk with this...curse. And your friends need you. I'm not sure what for, but I'm sure you'll yell at them and remind them if they forget."


Seriously.


Korihor looks shocked at Kierana's words. "Why would you...my mum used to tell me how Grummum Genna brought in the hurricane of the century when she was born. How did you know that?" She takes Aemon's cup absently, but doesn't seem to notice she's holding it.

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