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Are the elves more "aboriginal" then hawaiian?

• Name: Nuipukata, or Kata for short
• Gender: Male (as much as Tiki have gender, anyway)
• Age: 1400
• Race: Tiki
• Occupation: Warrior
• Appearance: Kata has a mean-looking wooden face and 'beard',◊ his eyes are obviously wooden as well on a seven-foot tall, lanky body. His body is a mix dark brown and red-colored woods, with the red sections forming intricate designs. He has four long arms, which end in red claws.
• Personality: He is quiet, incredibly so. Kata can easily stand still, unmoving, observing, for hours. He likes to watch other races, amused by their quirks and daily routines, and he greately enjoys music. Even if children swing from his arms or someone leans against him to rest, he will still remain still. However, he will move to defend himself and others, or to dance if some particularly good music is playing. He will also usually reply if spoken to. Kata does not like pirates and will attack anyone flying a skull and crossbones flag on sight.
• Assets: All Kata carries is a drum, slung across his back.
• Skills, Magic and Abilities:
  • Kata has centuries of experience fighting, and can recognize many fighting styles. He can also analyze a person quite easily when fighting and figure out strengths and weaknesses.
  • Due to his fascination with music and many years spent traveling, he can play most instruments with some measure of skill. He is best at drums, as he is good at keeping a beat.
  • Kata is naturally very strong, and his arms are long enough that he can touch his ankles without bending over. He can also grow more arms, but has difficulty controlling more than eight arms at once.
  • Like all Tiki, Kata can change his body shape at will. However, he is best at making blades out of his red wood, which are surprisingly sharp. He can also fire these blades off as projectiles.
• Bio: He does not remember how he was created. He only remembers waiting, watching. Defending a small island shrine. But he did not know how to repair it, and as the centuries passed it crumbled. By the time the first ship arrived on his deserted isle, nothing remained but a cracked golden idol. A group of people of various races, on a ship with a skull flag, took the idol. But they had decided to stay the night on the island, and when they slept, he climbed aboard their ship. The next day, they tried to budge him, but whenever they managed to push him, he'd move back when they stopped for a drink of water. Eventually they realized what he was, and tried to attack him. He fought, and his strength impressed the captain, who invited him to join the crew. For a time, he had fun, and learned many things. However, one day he learned something terrible: the people he had befriended, called pirates, were evil. He learned what the words 'murderer' and 'thief' meant, and realized what he had done. In sorrow and anger, he turned on his former comrades in the middle of a raid. They outnumbered him greatly, but he was strong, and he held them off long enough for soldiers to arrive. For the crimes he committed under the pirates, he willingly was imprisoned for 200 years. Since then, he has traveled alone for centuries, though he will fight alongside others. He doesn't accept money, but instead will fight for those he thinks are noble or just.

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

Time for whacky sex changing hijinks.

• Name: Andrea Bianco
• Gender: Male...Also Female.
• Age:125
• Race: Merfolk, Orca Variant.
• Occupation: Cartographer and Hunter.
• Appearance:
  • Both: Both forms are seven feet in length and height, on land and sea respectively. In addition, they are dark skinned with some white spots placed through out their bodies.
  • Male Only: Highly muscled in both Humanoid and Mer-form, not a bad looker to boot. He has that same black and white skin effect, with short dark blue hair on the top of his head.
  • Female Only: Sorta like this, only with the aforementioned changes.◊ She's also rather muscled up, as expected of a huntress.
• Personality: The male is quite timid and reticent, he does not do very well in social situations. Compounding this, is the fact he is in fact quite sociopathic. He has intense trouble establishing anything resembling a connection with others. He can talk, but he won't form any real bond with them. As such he can be quite rude and crass with others, and can be quite condescending. By contrast, the Female form is much easier to deal with, being able to speak openly and freely with many others. That being said, s/he is also rather unused to speaking with other persons, even so, s/he is still friendly and open to those who s/he does not perceive as threatening. Sadly this is a lot of people.
• Assets:
  • Hunter's Bag
    • Rations
    • Assorted Knives for skinning and killing purposes
    • Mapping Tools
    • Writing Utensils
  • Whale Bone Spear
  • Nets for trapping
• Skills, Magic and Abilities:
  • Cartography: Andrea is one of the best map makers of the islands, going out further than most would dare. As such, s/he is very familiar with the ins and outs of most islands, especially uncivilized locations that s/he has explored before. S/he also has maps of said islands, and the "civilized" islands.
  • Killer Whale: Andrea is quite an experienced hunter, as would be required for one who constantly ventures out alone into the wilds. S/he can certainly take care of herself, that's for sure.
  • Gender Bend Curse: A curse that is affected by the cycle of day and night. In the Day, they are a man, at night, a lovely woman.
• Bio: A hunter and cartographer from the Orca Merfolk tribes, though one who mostly kept to herself, only turning in their hunts and maps before taking their payment and leaving. One day, while out charting and hunting for food, she came across a certain artifact that had been sent adrift. Upon examination, shee determined that it would be quite valuable and net her some meals. However, on the way back to civilization, the artifact broke and imbued her with a curse that caused her to become a man during the day, retaining her female body at night...

"I am nature's weapon. You are unfit to carry on your species, and I shall ensure that you do not do so!" - Charles Darwin, XCOM Sniper

Okay my computer sucks so this will be in bits and pieces.

• Name: Taras Ruk
• Age: 23
• Gender: Male
• Race: Orc
• Occupation: Warrior Monk
• Appearance: Nearly seven feet tall and bulging with muscles, shaved head, grey skin, tusks, tattoos on his arms, legs, down his spine and over his heart. Wears a white breechclout, breast and backplate of intertwined bamboo and bones and the skull of a wild boar as a helmet.
• Personality: Serious and dedicated. True to his word and loyal to his people and his lodge. Wary of other races, especially humans who he sees as invaders and disrupters of the natural order.
• Assets: Not much. His needs are few and simple.
  • javelin
  • two three foot wooden rods which he dual wields
  • A back pack containing a couple of clean breechclouts, a firestarting kit and a few days of dried food.
• Skills, Abilities, Magic:
  • Hunter and Tracker: Generally skilled at living off the land.
  • Tattoos:
    • Endurance: The tattoos down his spine enable him to withstand great pain, to go days without sleep and to survive on a minimum of food and water.
    • Strength: The tattoos on his arms enable him to do things like punch through thick walls, tear small trees up by their roots and lift and throw large men one handed.
    • Speed: the tattoos on his legs let him run as fast as the swiftest horse.
    • Healing: The tattoo over his heart lets him heal crippling wounds in a day or two. A wound or injury that would kill most takes about a week. severed limbs however would be permanent.
• Bio: Orphaned at a young age he was brought up by the Brothers of the Land, an order dedicated to the protection of the islands in general and of the orcs in particular.

If the tattos are overpowered let me know and I'll tone them down.

edited 24th Oct '14 8:38:32 PM by tricksterson

Trump delenda est

• Name: James Bowes
• Gender: Male
• Age: 33
• Race: Human
• Occupation: Gentleman of Fortune (Pirate)
• Appearance: Set sail and conquer!◊
• Personality: Gold, Drinks, fine company (read: attractive working lasses) and the freedom to do as he pleases. These are the four things that James' life revolves around, any who choose to join James in these endeavors will be James chooses to treat everyone around him as if they've been friends for the longest time. Those who treat James with disrespect, or attempt to keep him from his life's objectives will quickly find themselves looking down the barrel of one of James' many pistols.
• Assets:
  • Five flintlock pistols (with plentiful amounts of powder and shot)
  • One Cutlass Pistol◊
  • A masterfully crafted cutlass
  • A pair of daggers
  • Compass
  • A small map covering the general area of the islands
  • A flask of Rum
• Skills, Magic and Abilities:
  • Poison resistance: James is resistant to most conventional lethal poisons as well as most poisonous plants that would kill most men (instead of dying, James will just be violently sick) due to James' many years of hard drinking and eating whatever happens to be available to him.
  • Navigating: As befitting a former Pirate captain, James is an excellent Navigator when at sea and a decent one while on land.
  • As one would expect, James is an expert shot with his pistols and a formidable swordfighter.
  • Helmsman: James can pilot just about any sea-worthy ship if you give him a few minutes to familiarize himself with it.
• Bio:

A pirate for the past twenty years of his life, James has recently found himself engaging in freelance piracy ever since he lost his ship. Loss of said ship was the cumulative result of James' poor job as a captain (focusing primarily on his needs, rather than his crew's), keeping most of the loot his crew nabbed for himself and frequently spending said loot on frivolities for himself instead of re-stocking the ship's supplies.

In hindsight, James probably should have seen the mutiny coming.

After being thrown from his ship and left to rot in the nearest tavern (Mercy on the part of James' crew as he wasn't a bad captain per se, merely inexperienced.), James used his mild fame as a captain to earn him spots on various voyages, and thus making a living off of the wealth he earned through his numerous voyages. After a while, James chose to settle down for a bit and enjoy his wealth for a few months.

Unfortunately, those few months are up and James is rapidly running out of money.

• Name: Mary Smote
• Gender: Female
• Age: 25
• Race: Human
• Occupation: Doctor
• Appearance: A cute redhead with short, curly hair and green eyes. She's slender of an average height. Mary wears a button up shirt and slacks along with knee boots, she has a long leather coat with the right sleeve torn off. Her right arm has been replaced with a clockwork cybernetic, it looks fairly elegant with a brass "sleeve" of armor surrounding that actual working parts of the arm
• Personality: Mary is quite cheerful and amiable, perfectly willing to help those of any race with her medical skills. Of course she has boundless curiosity which can sometimes pass into a sort of mindless indulgence which can resemble mild sociopathy (not that she hurt a patient on purpose). In addition Mary really is quite vicious when someone has wronged her.
• Assets:
  • Cybernetic arm: Her arm has greater than normal human strength, a hand that can rotate 360 degrees, and a hypodermic needle which extends from the top of the wrist
  • Medical equipment: Needles, scalpels, drugs. Everything a working doctor needs.
  • Knives: Mary carries several knives of larger sizes than scalpels which she claims are for operating on larger species
  • Revolver
• Skills, Magic and Abilities:
  • Medical training: Trained as a doctor at university. Also some experience doing back alley work.
  • Blade combat: Some experience fighting with knives
• Bio: Mary was comes from a high class family. She wanted to be a doctor from a young age but her home country made such a career path difficult. Despite this she did eventually get accepted by medical school and graduated. She started out with a reputable business but after an accident that saw her arm being replaced, she had to work back alley jobs to pay off the debt. With her creditors knocking at her door, and her friend's doors, Mary decided to go to the island on a...mission of mercy. So She pick-pocketed on of the collection agents to pay for a trip and booked passage on a merchant ship. Since then she's set up shop in a port town where she'll patch up everybody and anybody for a nominal fee.

-dramatic music ensues-

What I was thinking to keep Taras from being a gamebreaker was that he can only invoke one power at a time. For instance he could run a marathon and barely work up a sweat but not at super speed. Or hold up a collapsing building but only for a few seconds.

edited 25th Oct '14 7:27:06 AM by tricksterson

Trump delenda est

what exactly am I missing?

Forward, boys! For God's sake, forward!

Let's humor you shall we?

Here's the sheet you were given:

and here's what you completed (poorly at best)

It's almost like you ignored the character sheet entirely, and then didn't even dignify a sign up with the proper effort

edited 25th Oct '14 7:37:44 AM by amporiusrex

"Gimme your pants.. and now your other pants"

Kata, Andrea, Taras, James Bowes, and Mary Smote are all accepted.

And with that, I shall make the opening post for the RP.

The RP

The discussion

Might do a human rogue.

Good to be back

By the way

• Name: Arturo Sancroix-Du Pointe
• Gender: Male
• Age: 60
• Race: Human
• Occupation: Governor-Marshal (Retired)
• Appearance: Just a little spark, hardly worth mentioning, really.◊
• Personality: Previously, Arturo was a serious person, impeccable in his duty. A strong-voiced and resolute leader, he served the port-city of Tierra with distinction, seeing off numerous pirate raids with minimal loss of lives and properties of the Crown. Presently, less so. The incident that led to his current livelihood have driven him to a peculiar madness- that of adolescent mentality. Now loose, jovial, and of indecorous morality, Arturo lives day-by-day in a state of perpetual adventure.
• Assets:
  • Rapier
  • Dragonlock Carbine (State-of-the-arts, capable of firing up to 50 rounds per minute, with streamlined reloading procedure.)
  • Dapper Attire w/Cape (Dapper. Treated with “Coldfire” and flame retardant.)
  • “Coldfire” Ointments (Special alchemical mixtures brewed by a maori orc shaman, prevents his flame from spreading and catching flammable objects. Must be applied weekly. He have enough supplies on hand to last two months and ingredients for a year, but not enough expertise to make them on his own.)
  • Bottles of Brine
  • Twelve small sacks of “gold” (Actually gilded pebbles. Valuable looking.)
  • Rosary (Wards off accusation of devilry. Not really effective.)
• Skills, Magic and Abilities:
  • Swordsmanship, Marksmanship and Grenadier Training (Royal Marine Academy)
  • Elocution, Etiquette and Calligraphy Training (Royal Institute of Proper Behavior)
  • Governance, Administration and Bureaucracy (Thrown into the shark-ridden water of governorship at the age of 20. Barely survived.)
  • Swimming (Thrown into the sharkin-ridden water of the literal nature at the age of 60. Sharkin actually pretty pleasant.)
  • Firefighting (Taught by drunk firefighters, over the course of several weeks. Training paid in drinks.)
  • Fire-fighting. (Self-taught. Applying brine to his head-flame removes the effects of the Coldfire ointments.)

• Bio: The only son of a dashing privateer and a noble lady of significant wealth and celebrated pedigree, born out of wedlock after the pair eloped. Arturo was born in a tumultuous times and his birth would be marked as the date things in the port town takes a turn for the better. On his tenth birthday, the modest port town successfully negotiated exclusive shipping rights to a luxurious commodity and his father was granted governorship the following month. On his twentieth birthday, his father died and Arturo assumed responsibility of governance in his stead, pending new orders from the Crown. On his thirty, forty, and fifty birthday, no such missives arrived and he steadily governed his once modest port town to prominence, along the way dealing with cutthroats such as pirates, the Royal Navy, politicians, merchants and a frankly stupendous amount of paperworks. On his sixty birthday, he formally settled his affairs in order, formally submitted his letter of resignation to the Royal Delegation, formally exchanged farewells and hugs with said delegation, formally boarded the first ship bound away from his home, informally discovered said ship belonged to smugglers-cum-witchdoctors of the less-than-noble disposition, resulting in an altercation that ended with him being thrown into the sea, with his head on fire. He washed ashore on a tiny island where he met an alchemist who promised to brew him the coldfire ointments in exchanged for him not revealing her location.

• Name: Shay Corby
• Gender: Male
• Age: 31
• Race: Human
• Occupation: Mercenary

Appearance: Shay is a thin, scrawny man standing about 5, 10 tops. He has blue green eyes and scruffy brown hair. He has two cutlasses hanging from his belt on each side, and an opened white shirt with the sleeves torn off at the elbow, which are wrapped around his hands and his right forearm, covering up several tattoos and brands marking him as a deserter for the British Navy. He wears a red tattered red sash, made from a ripped up flag, black pants and boots.

• Personality: Corby is sarcastic and a hedonist, knownfor sleeping around, and being drunk seemingly more than he is known for his unique skills. He tends to enjoy going into wild escapades, which more often than not has resulted in him being arrested, Corby also exhibits an interesting view of magic, where, if it's against him, he will almost always try to reason it away, while if it's able to help him, He'll believe in it with all his heart.
• Assets:  A Pair of Cutlasses, his boots have a pair of spikes, which he utilizes both for combat and climbing. He also carries a pair of flintlock pistols with six, rotating barrels.
• Skills, Magic and Abilities:  Corby is ambidexterous, on top of being a skilled fencer. He can swim quite well and has preternatural climbing abilities, often able to scale sheer cliff with minimal cracks. Corby is also a skilled shot and silver tongued. He is also a skilled singer, dancer and storyteller. From his time in the Navy, Corby knows numerous trade languages.
• Bio:  The son of an irish bard who set up shop in a port town, Corby grew up in a fairly poor life, growing a knack for deception from getting money on the streets, however, when he was thirteen his father was killed in a scuffle and he was arrested, choosing to join the navy over imprisonment, Corby learned how to use a sword and gun before he was set off onto a ship, where he developed his climbing abilities going up and down to the crow's nest. Though the ship was sunk on it's first voyage thanks to a pirate attack, Corby ended up washing up on the beaches of Sunfall, now, here he is, a new beginning in the form of a mercenary, of course, he now owes money to a lot of very bad people, but it's a job hazard. Now, he can be found in a tavern, ear cocked for any job, murder-assassination-intimidation-thievery, when someone's drunk and pissed off, they might be a little more willing to accept his services.

edited 29th Oct '14 8:11:47 PM by TroyandHawk

Good to be back

It just occured to me, are sign ups even open?

Good to be back