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Mr.Ivebeenframed

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Here I edited a bit of the bio to add onto his beliefs also a few things else.

Name: Narcissus Emmerich

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Caste/Skills: Narcissus is a casteless born and raised. He has endured the whip of his masters countless times but working for long hours at a time has given him remarkable stamina. His speed is very much unmatched and he is one of the best "moon runners" in all of the criminal underground. Narcussus is also extremely keen, but he still requires a bit of honing in. He can hold himself up in a fight but not for long and relies on quick hits rather than hard punches. That type of guerrilla fighting has been his strongest attribute but he can also cook, hunt, and do basic medicine. On his right boot, he has a concealed shank and Narcissus is quite deadly with it.

Appearance: Narcissus stands at 6'4 but thin and wiry. He barely has any fat on him and his muscles are more compact than bulgy. He has a tanned complexion with multiple scars running across his back from the lashings. Narcissus has a perpetual grin on his face like he knows a deep dark secret that only he knows. He has a short head of auburn hair and dull blue eyes. He wears nothing but rags and cheap clothing.

Biography: Narcissus is the eldest child to the refugee parents that raise him and his 3 brothers and sisters. Early on the father was involved with the wrong people and had accumulated a debt that had to be paid. He offered up his first born son to the criminals as a runner and they agreed but the son would forever be in their service.

10 years later and Narcissus has yet to forgive his father but he has attained many skills in the underground. He worked under the sun by day and ran "moon dust" by night. Narcissus would often get a small cut of moon dust for his efforts and he is no stranger to its affects. He also attained many connections in the underground, hearing the secrets of others and sometimes the nobles above in hushed whispers. In the criminal underground, Narcissus came into contact with an individual that barely survived a Spider Spirit's attack. He babbled on and on about the pain but what intrigued Narcissus the most was the spirit's affinity to those that are the most downtrodden. He was raised to not believe in such things and often was told to rely one's self rather than some spirit but the Spider spirit kept him interested. He too wanted a better life and with this survivor telling him that the Spider spirit is out there and able to do such thing, he's kept his mind open to the possibility.

During the invasion, much of his home was ablaze and his parents dead because of the beasts that ravaged the caverns. He harnessed his anger into a calculated trap that some claim the spirits of the Spider took hold of him. First he called upon the beasts, drawing them to him so that they would chase him instead of the others. It worked and he led them to dead ends where they were ambushed by both soldiers and thugs. He did this several times throughout the battle, noticeably thinning the monster's ranks and nearly resulting in his death. But he used his knowledge of the caverns effectively and his sheer speed to turn the tide of the battle in the caverns saving the lives of his fellow casteless.

But in truth, the Spider spirit did inhabit his body during the invasion where he was told of the consequences. When no one was looking he secretly attacked isolated mortals and ate them in his possessed state. The spirit left Narcissus at the end of the invasion and ironically the man who he talked about the spirit helped Narcissus and told him what he did. He vowed to keep his mouth shut about the subject but he made sure to warn Narcissus about the repercussions.


Personality: A sense of deviancy was put throughout his life and as a result Narcissus is quite child-like in his actions. Despite his name, Narcissus is also quite caring of his younger brothers and sisters. He gives all he can to them and he is a good big brother. When pushed into a corner, Narcissus will use whatever he can to get out of which he uses his brains and his speed. He also knows better than to run his mouth as doing so has resulted in a good whipping.

Extras: He has two sisters and one brother. Vox is the second eldest brother at 16, Raleigh is the eldest sister at 14, and Fenrah is the youngest sister at 10.

Tell me if i need to edit or anything.
 

MortifiedPenguin

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@ultrachicken I have a character in mind, but I need to know whether spirits will leave their hosts body on their own occord, or if they will leave if another stronger spirit tries to invade a hosts body?
 

ultrachicken

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Terratina. said:
Is this okay? Apologies for the amount of air quotes, you can tell I spent my childhood in the '90s (^_^) . As for the whole "Tortmented hate man-made things." the Spirit is happy about the amount of control it has over her.
I'm sorry, but Tormented don't roll that way. They are completely mindless and take complete control of their host. It would also destroy any semblance of balance. Removing the Tormented shouldn't affect your sheet very much, however, and the rest of it is pretty damn interesting.

Mr.Ivebeenframed said:
MortifiedPenguin said:
I should have made this clear from the start, but Spirits are permanently bound to their host except in special cases (eg. Arboreals & trees, Tormented & corpses), which is so that becoming one with a spirit is a big deal. I'm going to put that in the OP now.

So, @Mr.Ivebeenframed, I would prefer that your character is not possessed by a Spider from the start, but the involvement of a Spider is acceptable, and an affinity for Spiders will become important down the line.

@MortifiedPenguin I haven't really thought about how Spirits might fight over a vessel, as they aren't normally so eager. I'm going to say that position in the hierarchy as well as the willpower of the Spirits involved to a lesser extent determine who wins, but the vessel's mind is going to be significantly weaker afterwards from the trauma.
 

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Name: Lenora Grinnan

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Caste/Skills: Casteless Ex-Slave. Streetwise and world-weary. Most of the years of her life were spent begging for whatever scrap of food was available, living hand to mouth. As a consequences, she is highly resourceful. Due to the countless "modifications" her deceased master has given while Lenora was in his "care", her body itself is a weapon. Sharp claws on her artificial arm can tear a man's face off, or give tetnus to whomever she pleases. She has learned to fight dirty in the mist of unlawfulness of her life, with her mechanical lower jaw, Lenora has one helluva bite. However, these parts have always been made of scrap metal and low quality material as Lenora was a "prototype" in her ex-master's mind and was not worth spending money over high quality parts. Because of this, her artificial bits tend to fall apart. To remedy this, Lenora has learned to tinker and repair and has developed a bit of a talent for it.

Appearance: Of average height and malnourished. If she was taller, Lenora would be considered a bit of a beansprout. She has shaved hair to keep lice off and Lenora has hazel eyes. She is of mixed race, of Middle Eastern descent. However, the first thing people notice when they see her - apart from her lack of caste tattoo, is that her arm and jaw have been replaced with steam powered, artificial, mechanical parts. That is, if they ever see them at all. Lenora wears a dull brown worn cloak over her mechanical arm and a scarf is wrapped around her jaw to conceal her "unsightly" parts from the public, rather like a yaskmak. Apart from that, she wears a simple, but weathered robe made in the Eastern style.

Biography: Born to slave parents, along with her twin - Leon. Lenora was destined to be a slave. She was given to a young scion who gave her the name "Lenora" because he thought it was the prettiest of names, as she was to be "his pretty doll". Over time, his obsession with her grew to higher and higher levels. Until one day in her 14th year, he decided she wasn't "pretty" enough and broke her jaw in a raging fit. Realising what he had done, he swore to fix his broken doll. And he did, giving her a new jaw of twisted metal and flesh. The young noble soon developed his taste for this, and continued with his "adjustments". However, when he set to work on her left arm, he had severed a major artery and Lenora was on the brink of bleeding to death. Luckily, the noble didn't want to see his favourite slave die and she received the best medical help available. Will-worn with the tramua of a bloody near-death experience, she lost it. Completely. Within a week, her master noticed changes in his slave, but never acted on them. Within a week, she let the madness take control and rampaged, killing the young noble's family. But, she nearly killed her twin and he now considers her a complete monster.

During the invasion, in a last ditch attempted to reconcile matters with Leon, she tried to protect him. Lenora succeeded, however Leon went missing straight after most of it in the chaos.

Personality: Mentally unstable with a Persecution Complex, years of abuse have left her emotionally crippled. She retains an anger at the world for being born a slave - hell hath no fury like a woman enslaved at birth and abused by her owners. Lenora hates the fact that both of her names were given to her by her parents' masters that her parents themselves at all. At most times, this manifests itself as a quiet, contained rage most people mistake for extreme focus. Lenora is obsessed with Leon, the only person who considered her a human being, and will do anything to find him. When she is thinking of him, Lenora's rage seems to disappear and acts normal... for a time. Apart from that, she is not a very social person, prefering to keep herself to herself. She was taught about the Spirits by her parents, before she was separated from them and fervently believes in them as that faith is all she has left of her parents to hold on to, apart from Leon.

Extras: Often gets possessed by insane frenzies at times of extreme rage and loses control. In this state, she cannot tell friend from foe and is open to attack.

Edited according to the GM's wishes. Well, that's what you get for posting while extremely tired :p.
 

Mr.Ivebeenframed

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ultrachicken said:
No prob. I'll just make it so that a spider helped him out if that's okay.

Name: Narcissus Emmerich

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Caste/Skills: Narcissus is a casteless born and raised. He has endured the whip of his masters countless times but working for long hours at a time has given him remarkable stamina. His speed is very much unmatched and he is one of the best "moon runners" in all of the criminal underground. Narcussus is also extremely keen, but he still requires a bit of honing in. He can hold himself up in a fight but not for long and relies on quick hits rather than hard punches. That type of guerrilla fighting has been his strongest attribute but he can also cook, hunt, and do basic medicine. On his right boot, he has a concealed shank and Narcissus is quite deadly with it.

Appearance: Narcissus stands at 6'4 but thin and wiry. He barely has any fat on him and his muscles are more compact than bulgy. He has a tanned complexion with multiple scars running across his back from the lashings. Narcissus has a perpetual grin on his face like he knows a deep dark secret that only he knows. He has a short head of auburn hair and dull blue eyes. He wears nothing but rags and cheap clothing.

Biography: Narcissus is the eldest child to the refugee parents that raise him and his 3 brothers and sisters. Early on the father was involved with the wrong people and had accumulated a debt that had to be paid. He offered up his first born son to the criminals as a runner and they agreed but the son would forever be in their service.

10 years later and Narcissus has yet to forgive his father but he has attained many skills in the underground. He worked under the sun by day and ran "moon dust" by night. Narcissus would often get a small cut of moon dust for his efforts and he is no stranger to its affects. He also attained many connections in the underground, hearing the secrets of others and sometimes the nobles above in hushed whispers. In the criminal underground, Narcissus came into contact with an individual that barely survived a Spider Spirit's attack. He babbled on and on about the pain but what intrigued Narcissus the most was the spirit's affinity to those that are the most downtrodden. He was raised to not believe in such things and often was told to rely one's self rather than some spirit but the Spider spirit kept him interested. He too wanted a better life and with this survivor telling him that the Spider spirit is out there and able to do such thing, he's kept his mind open to the possibility.

During the invasion, much of his home was ablaze and his parents dead because of the beasts that ravaged the caverns. He harnessed his anger into a calculated trap that some claim the spirits of the Spider took hold of him. First he called upon the beasts, drawing them to him so that they would chase him instead of the others. It worked and he led them to dead ends where they were ambushed by both soldiers and thugs. He did this several times throughout the battle, noticeably thinning the monster's ranks and nearly resulting in his death. But he used his knowledge of the caverns effectively and his sheer speed to turn the tide of the battle in the caverns saving the lives of his fellow casteless.

But in truth, the Spider did help in the battle as Narcissus lead the beasts into empty caverns and only to see them wrapped in webs by a mysterious force. It seemed as if the Spider was actually helping him in the battle, noticing his distress.

Personality: A sense of deviancy was put throughout his life and as a result Narcissus is quite child-like in his actions. Despite his name, Narcissus is also quite caring of his younger brothers and sisters but otherwise he will mostly act for himself because of his upbringing. He gives all he can to them and he is a good big brother. When pushed into a corner, Narcissus will use whatever he can to get out of which he uses his brains and his speed. He also knows better than to run his mouth as doing so has resulted in a good whipping.

Extras: He has two sisters and one brother. Vox is the second eldest brother at 16, Raleigh is the eldest sister at 14, and Fenrah is the youngest sister at 10.
 

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Name: Arala Hawtrey
Age: 27

Gender: Female

Caste/Skills: Monk. She prefers to use kicks and knees more than punches as she is rather flexible. She is fairly skilled in stealth due to a somewhat greater amount of training in the wilderness than others in the Temple.

Appearance: 5'9" tall, 140 pounds, slim but muscular. She has green eyes and brown hair hat she keeps tied in a ponytail. Arala has several minor scars on her arms and legs from her first adventure out into the wilderness, gifts from a run in with a group of beasts.

Biography: She was born into the enlightened caste, and started training at an early age. Arala quickly showed herself to be among the most agile students, quickly mastering any obstacle put in front of her. She took quickly to martial training, and is fascinated by what a well trained body is capable of. She has become one of the more promising students at the Great Temple, and fully intends to be the best.

Several years into her training in the martial arts, she developed a rivalry with one of the other students. He was jealous of how easily everything seemed to come to her, and so got several of the other students to... not really shun, but exclude her from socializing with them. This led her to be more independent, and also to spend more time training outside the city than most of the other students.

Her first little journey outside the walls was shortly after the students started excluding her, and as she was still fairly innocent and inexperienced with the cruelties that were present in the world, she became emotional and ran out of the city. Once outside the gates, she wandered for a time before finding a small clearing with a rock formation along one side of it. Arala sat there for a time, trying to sort out why her fellows had changed so dramatically in so short a period of time.

While she was there, he crying had drawn the attention of a small group of beasts, around 3 or so. They attacked, and she knew that they would quickly defeat her if she didn't find a way to even the odds. Arala noticed that there was a low branch on a nearby tree that looked big enough to support her weight. Desperate, she took the risk and leaped up to grab it. Unfortunately, these particular beasts were able to climb. While this meant that she only had to deal with one, it also meant that losing her balance would mean her death.

Luckily enough, a passing scout, Silban Macleod, heard the commotion and decided to investigate. He quickly dispatched the beasts that were waiting below, but couldn't risk a shot on the one in the tree with her. Knowing she still had to be careful, but didn't need to worry about the other two beasts, she went on the attack. After a quick flurry, she managed to knock the beast out of the tree, where Silban finished it with a well aimed arrow.

With hat little bit of unpleasantness finished, they got to talking and quickly formed a fast friendship, and he's been keeping her out of trouble in the wild since...

Arala is of the opinion The Lord must be eliminated, but isn't sure if she'd be able to strike the final blow if it came to that.

When the city was invaded by the beasts, Arala met up with Silban near the gate, and together they tried eliminating any group they came across. They came upon the remains of an earlier skirmish, and cautiously went through. Unfortunately, one of the beasts wasn't completely dead, and it lunged at them, giving Silban a deep, nasty cut on his leg. While not immediately life threatening, it put him out of the fight, so Arala, after seeing him safely into a nearby building, continued the circuit alone.

Shortly after separating from Silban, she came across a small group of warriors that was being hard pressed by the beasts trying to break through to the city. Seeing the soldiers being pushed back, she charged the enemy from the flank and quickly put several out of the fight with well placed kicks. Unfortunately, she soon found herself surrounded, and fell back on her training in evasion, only striking when there was no chance she could miss.

The soldiers soon mustered what was left of their strength for a counter-attack, and with their help Arala was able to push them back from the walls.

During the week after the attack, Silban rapidly recovered, but has not yet resumed patrolling the wilderness.

Personality: She's fairly brash, but not quite brash enough to blindly charge into a fight without thinking of possible consequences. Arala aspires to eventually lead the Temple, but has a long way to go to attain that lofty goal.

Extras: She has always felt a bit of a connection to the hunting wolf, seeing it's grace and speed as something to imitate and utilize in fighting as well as training, as well as a fascination with dragons. While she has never seen one, she has sought out every story she could, in an attempt to understand their raw power and controlling presence. One of her life's goals is to encounter a dragon.

EDIT: Fixed a glaring error that I overlooked, sheet should be better now.
 

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Well, I guess we're down one sheet. Shame, drmigit had a pretty interesting one. But I'm not too fond of the idea of porn getting into my rp.
 

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ultrachicken said:
Well, I guess we're down one sheet. Shame, drmigit had a pretty interesting one. But I'm not too fond of the idea of porn getting into my rp.
Ik drmigit irl and this porn ban thing doesn't make sense. I have to ask him about it. Not that it Really helps for the purpose of this thread but as his friend i am obligated to defend his honor
 

ultrachicken

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mextliloco said:
ultrachicken said:
Well, I guess we're down one sheet. Shame, drmigit had a pretty interesting one. But I'm not too fond of the idea of porn getting into my rp.
Ik drmigit irl and this porn ban thing doesn't make sense. I have to ask him about it. Not that it Really helps for the purpose of this thread but as his friend i am obligated to defend his honor
Well, then, hopefully he'll be able to appeal the ban.
 

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Name: Calden "Big Red" Daermod

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Caste/Skills: Arcane Warrior, now Casteless. Calden was once a top warrior within his caste, feared for his prowess with large two handed weapons and a master tactician. However since the accident and his expulsion from the Arcane Warriors he has had to learn new ways of fighting from fear of being arrested by the Steam Knights. Now he wields a pair of daggers he can easily conceal under his cloak and a small flintlock pistol if things get out of hand. He keeps, his now blackened, armour under the floorboards of his house itching for the day he will once again be able to take up arms and wield his mighty flamberge.

Appearance: Before the accident he was quite handsome standing at an impressive 6?7, but the burns that now almost completely cover his body have left him disfigured and unsightly. His lips curl up in a faux grin and his body is devoid of hair. Most days he covers himself with a long black cloak and wears a dark jerkin and pants underneath. But, when he is on an intimidation job he leaves his chest and face exposed and shows off the dry cracked skin that earned him his nickname "Big Red".

Biography: In his younger years Calden was an up and coming member of the Arcane Warriors, throughout his training he had always excelled as a swordsman first and a tactician second. He had even been given the honour of leading his own squad at the young age of 18 to retake a fort on the northan fron. But, instead of leading his men into glorious battle, that was where it all went wrong for him. The Intel he had been given the day before he set out to march was all wrong.

The Intel he had been given told him only a few Beasts were there - since they thought the fort was unimportant. However when he and his troops arrived they were surprised to find a fire breathing monstrosity there instead. His squad was decimated within minutes, and he, the only survivor was left there writhing in agony.

He woke up a month later in a hospital bed, but something felt wrong, he could no longer feel the presence of his Bear Spirit inside him. Calden soon sunk into a deep depression this was first time in nearly ten years that he truly felt alone. The feeling was alien to him, unknown. The doctors tried to get him out of his stupor by telling him that it was a miracle he was still alive, that his life signs had almost disappeared several times, that his Bear Spirit had left because it sensed he was going to die, and that now he was back to health it would return. It didn?t.

Without his bear spirit and burnt to a crisp, the Arcane Warriors deemed him week of mind and body, and he was forcibly expelled.
Calden believed that if he could return to fitness and find his lost spirit the Arcane Warriors would accept him back into their ranks. He spent many years searching the wilderness, using the time to learn the ways of the land and train. However in the end search was fruitless and reluctantly returned back to Meridas.

Losing all hope that he would find his spirit, and unable to find anyone who would employ as a servant or merchant, Calden sunk into an ever deeper depression. Spending his days begging for coin and his nights frequenting the bars of the slums. It was during a bar fight that Calden was spotted by the leader of the gang he now works for.

During his invasion he donned his armour once a again, to try and show the Arcane Warriors that even without his bear spirit he was a strong and capble fighter. He slew many Beasts and protected the fiends he had made, but when he didn't recieve the recognition he deserved since he appeared to be castless himslef and none of the Warriors recognised him, he left the battlefield enraged and embittered.

Personality: Embittered by the incident, Calden is far from the optimistic Arcane Warrior he once was. He mourns the loss of his Bear Spirit and has an obsession with finding his lost comrade. Numerous times he has fallen for snake-oil salesmen claiming that they had knowledge of how to find his lost Spirit. This has jaded his opinion of merchants and scholars as Calden thinks that most of them only seek to impress people, either to sell goods or to claim knowledge of a subject. He has lost respect for the Arcane castes and can only find refuge in his fellow Casteless friends.

Extras: Has numerous contacts within the criminal underworld of Meridas.

Finally~

If I took to many liberties with the lore, just tell me and I'll edit it.

Edited some parts so it makes more sense, timeline wise.
 

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MortifiedPenguin said:
Name: Calden "Big Red" Daermod

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Caste/Skills: Arcane Warrior, now Casteless. Calden was once a top warrior within his caste, feared for his prowess with large two handed weapons and a master tactician. However since the Invasion and his expulsion from the Arcane Warriors he has had to learn new ways of fighting from fear of being arrested by the Steam Knights. Now he wields a pair of daggers he can easily conceal under his cloak and a small flintlock pistol if things get out of hand. He keeps, his now blackened, armour under the floorboards of his house itching for the day he will once again be able to take up arms and wield his mighty flamberge.

Appearance: Before the Invasion he was quite handsome standing at an impressive 6?7, but the burns that now almost completely cover his body have left him disfigured and unsightly. His lips curl up in a faux grin and his body is devoid of hair. Most days he covers himself with a long black cloak and wears a dark jerkin and pants underneath. But, when he is on an intimidation job he leaves his chest and face exposed and shows off the dry cracked skin that earned him his nickname ?Big Red?.

Biography: In his younger years Calden was an up and coming member of the Arcane Warriors, throughout his training he had always excelled as a swordsman first and a tactician second. He had even been given the honour of leading his own squad at the young age of 18 during the Invasion. But, instead of leading his men into glorious battle, that was where it all went wrong for him. The Intel he had been given the day before he set out to march was all wrong.
He was assigned to take back a fort on the northern front, and was told that only a few Beasts were there - since they thought the fort was unimportant. However when he and his troops arrived they were surprised to find a fire breathing monstrosity there instead. His squad was decimated within minutes, and he, the only survivor was left there writhing in agony.
He woke up a month later in a hospital bed, but something felt wrong, he could no longer feel the presence of his Bear Spirit inside him. Calden soon sunk into a deep depression this was first time in nearly ten years that he truly felt alone. The feeling was alien to him, unknown. The doctors tried to get him out of his stupor by telling him that it was a miracle he was still alive, that his life signs had almost disappeared several times, that his Bear Spirit had left because it sensed he was going to die, and that now he was back to health it would return. It didn?t.
Without his bear spirit and burnt to a crisp, the Arcane Warriors deemed him week of mind and body, and he was forcibly expelled.
Calden believed that if he could return to fitness and find his lost spirit the Arcane Warriors would accept him back into their ranks. He spent many years searching the wilderness, using the time to learn the ways of the land and train. However in the end search was fruitless and reluctantly returned back to Meridas.
Losing all hope that he would find his spirit, and unable to find anyone who would employ as a servant or merchant, Calden sunk into an ever deeper depression. Spending his days begging for coin and his nights frequenting the bars of the slums. It was during a bar fight that Calden was spotted by the leader of the gang he now works for.

Personality: Embittered by the incident, Calden is far from the optimistic Arcane Warrior he once was. He mourns the loss of his Bear Spirit and has an obsession with finding his lost comrade. Numerous times he has fallen for snake-oil salesmen claiming that they had knowledge of how to find his lost Spirit. This has jaded his opinion of merchants and scholars as Calden thinks that most of them only seek to impress people, either to sell goods or to claim knowledge of a subject. He has lost respect for the Arcane castes and can only find refuge in his fellow Casteless friends.

Extras: Has numerous contacts within the criminal underworld of Meridas.

Finally~

If I took to many liberties with the lore, just tell me and I'll edit it.
Bear spirits cannot hop in and out of hosts at will, though I suppose if Calden's life signs faded sufficiently, it might have difficulty holding on. I will allow it in this case, but let's not make a habit out of it.
The RP starts a week after the invasion, not ten years. This isn't that big a roadblock, however; there are many ways a Warrior could encounter beasts. However, you do need to put something in that explains why Calden was selected to join Dackord.