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I'm getting strong Loki vibes from this one. I also like him being a child in physical size and in spirit, although I wonder how it works when that child had lived such a long, long life.
I can imagine the other immortals would sneer at his mention of a world filled with faeries and his quest to get there, since nobody else but him still believes that.
Good to hear, I imagine over time he would gain knowledge about the world beyond what you would expect for his apparent years but not necessarily the maturity to apply that knowledge like an adult would. Heh, I equally imagine Cadeyrn would sneer at the idea of shooting the sun with arrows ;-)
" You crazy young whippersnappers with your fairies and moms don't know how good you have it! Why, back in my day we had to shoot the sun after going two miles uphill in the dunes! "
It's nice to have a immortal kid. At least someone won't act like a sad petrified lump.
I'm just surprised that no one came up with a some child vampire a la Eli in "Let the Right One in". Or any vampire actually, not that I mind.
Heh, yeah, it's nice to have some variety in a game.
I imagine a vampire might actually be quite hard to play from the character description, at-least if drinking blood is mandatory. After-all, according to the OP:
An Immortal can never die. They can never age. They can never be sick. Their bodies regenerate when they are injured.
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I'm getting strong Loki vibes from this one. I also like him being a child in physical size and in spirit, although I wonder how it works when that child had lived such a long, long life.
I can imagine the other immortals would sneer at his mention of a world filled with faeries and his quest to get there, since nobody else but him still believes that.
Good to hear, I imagine over time he would gain knowledge about the world beyond what you would expect for his apparent years but not necessarily the maturity to apply that knowledge like an adult would. Heh, I equally imagine Cadeyrn would sneer at the idea of shooting the sun with arrows ;-)
" You crazy young whippersnappers with your fairies and moms don't know how good you have it! Why, back in my day we had to shoot the sun after going two miles uphill in the dunes! "
It's nice to have a immortal kid. At least someone won't act like a sad petrified lump.
I'm just surprised that no one came up with a some child vampire a la Eli in "Let the Right One in". Or any vampire actually, not that I mind.
Heh, yeah, it's nice to have some variety in a game.
I imagine a vampire might actually be quite hard to play from the character description, at-least if drinking blood is mandatory. After-all, according to the OP:
An Immortal can never die. They can never age. They can never be sick. Their bodies regenerate when they are injured.
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Hold on, do Vampires HAVE to drink blood in order to survive? I thought those buggers could take a nap for hundreds of years and stay parched all the while.
So far body-count : Ancient Demi-God, Mischievous Peter-Pan, Fires of Knowledge, a walking mechanical defiance of physics and Bambi's mum.
Since no one did the "child of immortal yet". This sheet is a bit different from what I usually do but I hope you like it. I just wanted to try and have an "unwilling" Immortal.
Name: Ali, she doesn't remember her last name or her orther names for that matter but Ali is the name she sticks with
Gender: Female
Appearance: Beautiful and slender, Ali stands at 6'2 with skin as flawless as ivory. She has deceptively innocent face that is devilishly alluring and her expressive eyes add to her charm. Her beauty transcends her oriental descent but her Chinese heritage is evident in her silky, black hair. She inherited her father's hazel eyes and height but everything else belonged to her mother. Ali mostly wears alluring clothing that attract mortals left and right regardless of what time period she is in. It isn't haughty, mind you, but enough to entice and attract. But what is more interesting is what the tattoos that wrap around her entire body. Her tattoos mix a rich story and gorgeous artwork together seamlessly. To pick out one specific part is to take out the feet of a strong, standing statue; everything just blends together. The intertwining tattoos tell a story of two lovers from opposite ends of the world with both runic drawings and Chinese characters adorning her skin. They are as much part of her than anything she owns.
Personality: Ali is a wandering soul. She travels the globe indulging in any pleasure she seeks and enjoying any decadent thrill she can experience but it's mostly to hide her crushing loneliness. What good is love if it lasts forever? That's the question that's been running through Ali's mind day in and day out as she literally looks for the right immortal. Her parents are exclusively known as the "eternal lovers" and their reputation has gotten to her in the form of some sort sick expectation they have of her. She frequently experiments with love so she's very open-minded about loving mortals or immortals. To fight the boredom, she fights in a war or two like her father. Boredom is one of the very few things that can afflict an immortal so she does whatever she can to fight it. Ali has an eternity to find the right one but so far she's doing a bad job at it. Otherwise, Ali may be restless but she's fun to be around and quite adventurous.
Unique Immortality: Born to a Chinese sorceress and a Gallic warlock, her parents weren't short on spells and enchantments to prolong their lives which also included any children. Soon enough Ali was born but they waited until she reached the peak other beauty to make her immortal. Apparently to them, a person's peak was when they reached the age of twenty so they enchanted her. Her father gave her the runic tattoos and so did her mother. She reluctantly accepted the gift seeing as how it would make her immortal but not her lover that she secretly had behind her parents' back. When the ritual was finished, she asked if they could also prolong the life of her suitor but they refused, saying that she belonged to another Immortal. They explained that their spells would only work if the blood of an immortal was already running through the recipient's body but Ali suspected that they knew of her secret love. She even suspected her looks were engineered by them as well.
Disposition: Despite being born naturally, her parents did her enhance her extensively. Not only is she beautiful, she's stronger than she looks and her natural "perfume" makes it so that other Immortals can spot her right away. To mortals, she has a pleasant, flowery smell but to Immortals, the smell is very noticeable and a bit alluring. As a result, she meets immortals on a frequent basis and she does like talking to them. Another thing she keeps a secret from her parents is her sterile nature. Although her parents believe her to be normal, Ali is sterile which she keeps to herself. She's still waiting for the perfect moment to break it to her parents who have an obsession of her having a child to continue their "immortal lineage". Ali sees humans as some source of entertainment but she envy them in a small sense since they're lives are dictated by death so everything matters to them more.
Plots Points: The Warring states period in China, Sengoku period in Japan, Formation of Batvian Republic in the Netherlands
As always I'm open to any criticism or suggestions.
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Hold on, do Vampires HAVE to drink blood in order to survive? I thought those buggers could take a nap for hundreds of years and stay parched all the while.
So far body-count : Ancient Demi-God, Mischievous Peter-Pan, Fires of Knowledge, a walking mechanical defiance of physics and Bambi's mum.
Depends on the legend / story I suppose, though personally I can't much point of a vampire who doesn't need to drink blood, takes away the impact if they can live 'vegetarian' with no drawbacks. I suppose we could have a vampire in this RP who drinks blood by choice, if someone was to write that character, since they'd be immortal regardless.
Mr.Ivebeenframed said:
Since no one did the "child of immortal yet". This sheet is a bit different from what I usually do but I hope you like it. I just wanted to try and have an "unwilling" Immortal.
As always I'm open to any criticism or suggestions.
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Hold on, do Vampires HAVE to drink blood in order to survive? I thought those buggers could take a nap for hundreds of years and stay parched all the while.
So far body-count : Ancient Demi-God, Mischievous Peter-Pan, Fires of Knowledge, a walking mechanical defiance of physics and Bambi's mum.
Depends on the legend / story I suppose, though personally I can't much point of a vampire who doesn't need to drink blood, takes away the impact if they can live 'vegetarian' with no drawbacks. I suppose we could have a vampire in this RP who drinks blood by choice, if someone was to write that character, since they'd be immortal regardless.
Mr.Ivebeenframed said:
Since no one did the "child of immortal yet". This sheet is a bit different from what I usually do but I hope you like it. I just wanted to try and have an "unwilling" Immortal.
As always I'm open to any criticism or suggestions.
That type of vampire would be more of a thrill killer than anything else. At least it wouldn't be a "vegetarian vampire" however *shudder*.
We now also have some magic Helen of Troy/homunculi/party girl. It makes for a well rounded party. The warring state periods were particularly famous for the beautiful princesses who also engaged in political backstabbing and fighting so it's appropriate.
I suppose I'll just take the role of the foil. I foresee shenanigans.
Any deadlines or such for character sheets? I may be interested to create a character, but if I'm joining the party too late so to speak (or don't have time to really create a interesting character, more to the point), I'd just leave it to you guys and girls to get on with, and watch from the sidelines.
Any deadlines or such for character sheets? I may be interested to create a character, but if I'm joining the party too late so to speak (or don't have time to really create a interesting character, more to the point), I'd just leave it to you guys and girls to get on with, and watch from the sidelines.
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Hold on, do Vampires HAVE to drink blood in order to survive? I thought those buggers could take a nap for hundreds of years and stay parched all the while.
So far body-count : Ancient Demi-God, Mischievous Peter-Pan, Fires of Knowledge, a walking mechanical defiance of physics and Bambi's mum.
Depends on the legend / story I suppose, though personally I can't much point of a vampire who doesn't need to drink blood, takes away the impact if they can live 'vegetarian' with no drawbacks. I suppose we could have a vampire in this RP who drinks blood by choice, if someone was to write that character, since they'd be immortal regardless.
Mr.Ivebeenframed said:
Since no one did the "child of immortal yet". This sheet is a bit different from what I usually do but I hope you like it. I just wanted to try and have an "unwilling" Immortal.
As always I'm open to any criticism or suggestions.
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Hold on, do Vampires HAVE to drink blood in order to survive? I thought those buggers could take a nap for hundreds of years and stay parched all the while.
So far body-count : Ancient Demi-God, Mischievous Peter-Pan, Fires of Knowledge, a walking mechanical defiance of physics and Bambi's mum.
Depends on the legend / story I suppose, though personally I can't much point of a vampire who doesn't need to drink blood, takes away the impact if they can live 'vegetarian' with no drawbacks. I suppose we could have a vampire in this RP who drinks blood by choice, if someone was to write that character, since they'd be immortal regardless.
Mr.Ivebeenframed said:
Since no one did the "child of immortal yet". This sheet is a bit different from what I usually do but I hope you like it. I just wanted to try and have an "unwilling" Immortal.
As always I'm open to any criticism or suggestions.
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An Immortal Vampire might not need blood, but he could think that he needs blood to survive, which is all the same.
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Mr.Ivebeenframed said:
Since no one did the "child of immortal yet". This sheet is a bit different from what I usually do but I hope you like it. I just wanted to try and have an "unwilling" Immortal.
Name: Ali, she doesn't remember her last name or her orther names for that matter but Ali is the name she sticks with
Gender: Female
Appearance: Beautiful and slender, Ali stands at 6'2 with skin as flawless as ivory. She has deceptively innocent face that is devilishly alluring and her expressive eyes add to her charm. Her beauty transcends her oriental descent but her Chinese heritage is evident in her silky, black hair. She inherited her father's hazel eyes and height but everything else belonged to her mother. Ali mostly wears alluring clothing that attract mortals left and right regardless of what time period she is in. It isn't haughty, mind you, but enough to entice and attract. But what is more interesting is what the tattoos that wrap around her entire body. Her tattoos mix a rich story and gorgeous artwork together seamlessly. To pick out one specific part is to take out the feet of a strong, standing statue; everything just blends together. The intertwining tattoos tell a story of two lovers from opposite ends of the world with both runic drawings and Chinese characters adorning her skin. They are as much part of her than anything she owns.
Personality: Ali is a wandering soul. She travels the globe indulging in any pleasure she seeks and enjoying any decadent thrill she can experience but it's mostly to hide her crushing loneliness. What good is love if it lasts forever? That's the question that's been running through Ali's mind day in and day out as she literally looks for the right immortal. Her parents are exclusively known as the "eternal lovers" and their reputation has gotten to her in the form of some sort sick expectation they have of her. She frequently experiments with love so she's very open-minded about loving mortals or immortals. To fight the boredom, she fights in a war or two like her father. Boredom is one of the very few things that can afflict an immortal so she does whatever she can to fight it. Ali has an eternity to find the right one but so far she's doing a bad job at it. Otherwise, Ali may be restless but she's fun to be around and quite adventurous.
Unique Immortality: Born to a Chinese sorceress and a Gallic warlock, her parents weren't short on spells and enchantments to prolong their lives which also included any children. Soon enough Ali was born but they waited until she reached the peak other beauty to make her immortal. Apparently to them, a person's peak was when they reached the age of twenty so they enchanted her. Her father gave her the runic tattoos and so did her mother. She reluctantly accepted the gift seeing as how it would make her immortal but not her lover that she secretly had behind her parents' back. When the ritual was finished, she asked if they could also prolong the life of her suitor but they refused, saying that she belonged to another Immortal. They explained that their spells would only work if the blood of an immortal was already running through the recipient's body but Ali suspected that they knew of her secret love. She even suspected her looks were engineered by them as well.
Disposition: Despite being born naturally, her parents did her enhance her extensively. Not only is she beautiful, she's stronger than she looks and her natural "perfume" makes it so that other Immortals can spot her right away. To mortals, she has a pleasant, flowery smell but to Immortals, the smell is very noticeable and a bit alluring. As a result, she meets immortals on a frequent basis and she does like talking to them. Another thing she keeps a secret from her parents is her sterile nature. Although her parents believe her to be normal, Ali is sterile which she keeps to herself. She's still waiting for the perfect moment to break it to her parents who have an obsession of her having a child to continue their "immortal lineage". Ali sees humans as some source of entertainment but she envy them in a small sense since they're lives are dictated by death so everything matters to them more.
Plots Points: The Warring states period in China, Sengoku period in Japan, Formation of Batvian Republic in the Netherlands
As always I'm open to any criticism or suggestions.
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I imagined an Immortal's child would be an Immortal only because they've come from two Immortals. That's a lot of Immortal in that sentence. Having the Immortal child of such a union be sterile is a very good concept. It shows that nature doesn't approve of such a creation.
Good all around.
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Baddamobs said:
Any deadlines or such for character sheets? I may be interested to create a character, but if I'm joining the party too late so to speak (or don't have time to really create a interesting character, more to the point), I'd just leave it to you guys and girls to get on with, and watch from the sidelines.
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There's at least a week before we get started. Hop on the wagon if you want in.
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Not G. Ivingname said:
Name: Gears
Gender: None
Appearance: A seven foot tall, six feet broad, brass robot. Gears doesn't have a head, it is just two leg's and a torso with two arms. On both sides on the shoulders are sets of two horn like holes that go into the body. The large ones are it's "eyes," letting out a low hum, below what most humans (barring young children) can hear, allowing Gears' too "see" via echolocation. The smaller set are it's ears, picking up regular sounds. It's hands end in four long fingers. The fingers are able to feel, with tiny rods that vibrate and go deep within the unknown depths of the machine. This does allow Gears too read braille. It's legs are short but very thick, ending at two large feet. Underneath the brass body is hole mess of turning gears and pistons. Attempts to measure the total volume of just the "surface" level of gears brings about contradictory and non-Euclidean results. The torso is mostly devoid of unique features, although a triangular line does go to the front of the torso, go down to the sides, and meet up with the top of the torso on the other side.
Unique Immortality: Gears is a clockwork robot. Somehow, it appears to be running on some kind of perpetual motion machine. Gears has never needed to refuel or get rewound, never grown tired or otherwise shown a need for more energy.It even has the regenerative powers of most immortals, although it slower. How Gears was created and why is a mystery to it , just as the elusive source of energy deep within the layers of copper and zinc. Gears also thinks it somehow might of been a human, or has a personality based on a human, although that currently is just speculation.
Unable to blend in with humanity, Gears is moved around from one club location to another in some highly modified cars, out of sight of the others on the road.
Disposition: Work in progress.
Plot Points: Gears was "born" in an underground bunker. The place was abandoned, there were was only scrap metal and a few dusty tools left. When Gears managed to dig a hole out, it found itself coming out of a hole on some Italian farm. The year was 1876 After scaring several villages and hiding out in the forest, the Immortal Club brought Gears in.
The immortals weren't sure what to do with Gears. The debate was a long one, unsure if this machine could be considered immortal if it wasn't a biological life-form, or if it was even intelligent enough to understand the meaning of a club. Gears sat, listened, and learned as the debate raged, slowly gaining understanding of what the sounds the debaters were making meant. Finally, Gears spoke, silencing most of it's detractors, giving Gears a place among the other immortals.
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We need to talk this one through. I've been having a hard time wrapping my head around the mecahnics of your creation. At first I dismissed it out of hand, but I realized that creating a perpetual motion machine would be revolutionary as it triumphs the laws of nature (and as a general rule, Immortality does that too) but it would still fall under a different category, since the creation is not biological. That said, I may have found a solution for this predicament : The clockwork mechanism being the 'heart' of the machine doesn't necessarily means the machine only has to be that.
Continuing with that, I imagined that an Immortal of such caliber would be applicable in much more modern times. I do warn you, it does some changes to your concept. Two of the following can occur - your essence, your heart was created in the late 19th century but your body, mind and soul weren't made until much later in time. You were still alive, but couldn't grasp the world as a human does, until you were used as an energy source for a machine. From there to achieving consiousness you created yourself or with the aid of others your intelligent programming and crafted a new life-form out of scratch. The second option is that you're an entirely new creation, made through a singularity - the transcendence of a human consiousness into a machine would mean practical immortality, and the enslavement of the laws of nature would grant the creation impunity from harm (by the magical rule of 'go fuck yourself, I say so' created by the GM).
What I'm going at is that I would love to have Immortals more... modern. A machine is bound to be of the 20th century or later.
Name: Gears
Gender: None
Appearance: A seven foot tall, six feet broad, brass robot. Gears doesn't have a head, it is just two leg's and a torso with two arms. On both sides on the shoulders are sets of two horn like holes that go into the body. The large ones are it's "eyes," letting out a low hum, below what most humans (barring young children) can hear, allowing Gears' too "see" via echolocation. The smaller set are it's ears, picking up regular sounds. It's hands end in four long fingers. The fingers are able to feel, with tiny rods that vibrate and go deep within the unknown depths of the machine. This does allow Gears too read braille. It's legs are short but very thick, ending at two large feet. Underneath the brass body is hole mess of turning gears and pistons. Attempts to measure the total volume of just the "surface" level of gears brings about contradictory and non-Euclidean results. The torso is mostly devoid of unique features, although a triangular line does go to the front of the torso, go down to the sides, and meet up with the top of the torso on the other side.
Unique Immortality: Gears is a clockwork robot. Somehow, it appears to be running on some kind of perpetual motion machine. Gears has never needed to refuel or get rewound, never grown tired or otherwise shown a need for more energy.It even has the regenerative powers of most immortals, although it slower. How Gears was created and why is a mystery to it , just as the elusive source of energy deep within the layers of copper and zinc. Gears also thinks it somehow might of been a human, or has a personality based on a human, although that currently is just speculation.
Unable to blend in with humanity, Gears is moved around from one club location to another in some highly modified cars, out of sight of the others on the road.
Disposition: Work in progress.
Plot Points: Gears was "born" in an underground bunker. The place was abandoned, there were was only scrap metal and a few dusty tools left. When Gears managed to dig a hole out, it found itself coming out of a hole on some Italian farm. The year was 1876 After scaring several villages and hiding out in the forest, the Immortal Club brought Gears in.
The immortals weren't sure what to do with Gears. The debate was a long one, unsure if this machine could be considered immortal if it wasn't a biological life-form, or if it was even intelligent enough to understand the meaning of a club. Gears sat, listened, and learned as the debate raged, slowly gaining understanding of what the sounds the debaters were making meant. Finally, Gears spoke, silencing most of it's detractors, giving Gears a place among the other immortals.
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We need to talk this one through. I've been having a hard time wrapping my head around the mecahnics of your creation. At first I dismissed it out of hand, but I realized that creating a perpetual motion machine would be revolutionary as it triumphs the laws of nature (and as a general rule, Immortality does that too) but it would still fall under a different category, since the creation is not biological. That said, I may have found a solution for this predicament : The clockwork mechanism being the 'heart' of the machine doesn't necessarily means the machine only has to be that.
Continuing with that, I imagined that an Immortal of such caliber would be applicable in much more modern times. I do warn you, it does some changes to your concept. Two of the following can occur - your essence, your heart was created in the late 19th century but your body, mind and soul weren't made until much later in time. You were still alive, but couldn't grasp the world as a human does, until you were used as an energy source for a machine. From there to achieving consiousness you created yourself or with the aid of others your intelligent programming and crafted a new life-form out of scratch. The second option is that you're an entirely new creation, made through a singularity - the transcendence of a human consiousness into a machine would mean practical immortality, and the enslavement of the laws of nature would grant the creation impunity from harm (by the magical rule of 'go fuck yourself, I say so' created by the GM).
What I'm going at is that I would love to have Immortals more... modern. A machine is bound to be of the 20th century or later.
I have been sitting on this specific character for some time, this old clockwork robot, that some how can think, know, and move in defiance of everything we know about physics. With basic mechanics, someone somehow built something that no one has achieved in our modern age. I was also thinking it could create a conflict, few of those who do not believe the machine doesn't count, that it shouldn't count as living. How do they judge the measure of a man?
However, I am willing to change it. I would lean towards the a "mechanical singularity," that a man was able to achieve a unity between man and machine, yet somehow was able to do it without modern technology.
Name: Gears
Gender: None
Appearance: A seven foot tall, six feet broad, brass robot. Gears doesn't have a head, it is just two leg's and a torso with two arms. On both sides on the shoulders are sets of two horn like holes that go into the body. The large ones are it's "eyes," letting out a low hum, below what most humans (barring young children) can hear, allowing Gears' too "see" via echolocation. The smaller set are it's ears, picking up regular sounds. It's hands end in four long fingers. The fingers are able to feel, with tiny rods that vibrate and go deep within the unknown depths of the machine. This does allow Gears too read braille. It's legs are short but very thick, ending at two large feet. Underneath the brass body is hole mess of turning gears and pistons. Attempts to measure the total volume of just the "surface" level of gears brings about contradictory and non-Euclidean results. The torso is mostly devoid of unique features, although a triangular line does go to the front of the torso, go down to the sides, and meet up with the top of the torso on the other side.
Unique Immortality: Gears is a clockwork robot. Somehow, it appears to be running on some kind of perpetual motion machine. Gears has never needed to refuel or get rewound, never grown tired or otherwise shown a need for more energy.It even has the regenerative powers of most immortals, although it slower. How Gears was created and why is a mystery to it , just as the elusive source of energy deep within the layers of copper and zinc. Gears also thinks it somehow might of been a human, or has a personality based on a human, although that currently is just speculation.
Unable to blend in with humanity, Gears is moved around from one club location to another in some highly modified cars, out of sight of the others on the road.
Disposition: Work in progress.
Plot Points: Gears was "born" in an underground bunker. The place was abandoned, there were was only scrap metal and a few dusty tools left. When Gears managed to dig a hole out, it found itself coming out of a hole on some Italian farm. The year was 1876 After scaring several villages and hiding out in the forest, the Immortal Club brought Gears in.
The immortals weren't sure what to do with Gears. The debate was a long one, unsure if this machine could be considered immortal if it wasn't a biological life-form, or if it was even intelligent enough to understand the meaning of a club. Gears sat, listened, and learned as the debate raged, slowly gaining understanding of what the sounds the debaters were making meant. Finally, Gears spoke, silencing most of it's detractors, giving Gears a place among the other immortals.
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We need to talk this one through. I've been having a hard time wrapping my head around the mecahnics of your creation. At first I dismissed it out of hand, but I realized that creating a perpetual motion machine would be revolutionary as it triumphs the laws of nature (and as a general rule, Immortality does that too) but it would still fall under a different category, since the creation is not biological. That said, I may have found a solution for this predicament : The clockwork mechanism being the 'heart' of the machine doesn't necessarily means the machine only has to be that.
Continuing with that, I imagined that an Immortal of such caliber would be applicable in much more modern times. I do warn you, it does some changes to your concept. Two of the following can occur - your essence, your heart was created in the late 19th century but your body, mind and soul weren't made until much later in time. You were still alive, but couldn't grasp the world as a human does, until you were used as an energy source for a machine. From there to achieving consiousness you created yourself or with the aid of others your intelligent programming and crafted a new life-form out of scratch. The second option is that you're an entirely new creation, made through a singularity - the transcendence of a human consiousness into a machine would mean practical immortality, and the enslavement of the laws of nature would grant the creation impunity from harm (by the magical rule of 'go fuck yourself, I say so' created by the GM).
What I'm going at is that I would love to have Immortals more... modern. A machine is bound to be of the 20th century or later.
I have been sitting on this specific character for some time, this old clockwork robot, that some how can think, know, and move in defiance of everything we know about physics. With basic mechanics, someone somehow built something that no one has achieved in our modern age. I was also thinking it could create a conflict, few of those who do not believe the machine doesn't count, that it shouldn't count as living. How do they judge the measure of a man?
However, I am willing to change it. I would lean towards the a "mechanical singularity," that a man was able to achieve a unity between man and machine, yet somehow was able to do it without modern technology.
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Perpetual motion device is as impossible now as it was in 1850. My problem is with a machine gaining immortality doesn't include any human aspect - meaning consiousness. You could be a machine that never stops, but you're just clockwork. No personality, no history, no nothing. This was my issue. How would the immortality bestow the piece of metal with humanity? Ah, there's your problem.
Mechanical Singularity works best. Remember that you don't have to be created a long time ago. The 20th century can do well. You'll miss out on some history, but I plan to start the game with the youngest character's introduction into the club, which so far seems to be you if you're in the game.
Alright then, by the sounds of it, I'll have the time to finalise the idea for a character; should hopefully have the sheet up by Thursday at the latest (assuming nothing big gets in the way). Thanks for the heads up y'all ^_^b
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Closest to the introduction of the youngest Immortal. The location will also depend on the Immortal. See? Interactive storytelling - the plot depends much on the players and their interactions with the world. That said, I have planned arcs for the future. The first is about introductions and laying ground for the future.
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Closest to the introduction of the youngest Immortal. The location will also depend on the Immortal. See? Interactive storytelling - the plot depends much on the players and their interactions with the world. That said, I have planned arcs for the future. The first is about introductions and laying ground for the future.
Sorry about the long time getting this damn post up: I have an unfortunate habit of getting really detailed with a character's back-story, to the point where I have to take a little while longer actually getting it written down. Thankfully, this a problem only really faced when making character sheets, so the actual writing part shouldn't be anywhere nearly as slow as I was here. Anyway, the sheet's here:
Name: Elizabeth "Athena-Icarus" Screecher. Her first name is constantly changed to fit with the times so as to better her cover, however the other parts need some explanation: in her own (full of herself) mind, the names best embody her prestigious and powerful self, and her 'unwarranted and unfair' fall from grace respectively, missing the point of both of those things. The 'Screecher' part comes from her being proud of how loud and powerfully she could call when she was in her original form.
Gender: Female, both in her original body and her new one.
Appearance: That of a woman in her mid-forties, with sharp and somewhat angular features. Her eyes retained that somewhat yellowy orange colour she had in her previous form, though the colours are somewhat muted compared to how vivid they were previously. Her 'tawny blond' hair reaches a little ways below the shoulder blades, and is pretty feathered (hardy harr) in mostly all points, feathering seemingly at random through no real volition of her own.
Her most often worn piece of clothing (though she universally finds human clothing an odd concept, even to this day) is the type that is fairly long and covers effectively, though for obvious reasons this has varied through the years, though the best modern example would be long coats and dress pants. As stated, different times required different clothing, for example it wasn't exactly hard to find something that was "long and covering" for a woman during the 19th century.
Personality: Snarky and cold would be the long and short of it. Screecher was never one to withhold her thoughts and comments, and is often uncaring of the response it will draw (apart from in instances where her 'life' is on line; those base instincts never really leave you), believing herself to be above most of her company, even other immortals. She doesn't empathise well, and for the most part carries a sort of 'looking out for #1' mentality. That being said, she is also extremely driven, and will not rest until the goals she sets for herself are accomplished, and can even be protective of others if she cares enough for them. It should also be mentioned that her attitudes to 'courting' have a lot of carry-over from her original form, meaning she prefers to be courted during appropriate seasons, even though her new body is infertile.
Unique Immortality: The long version.
Unique Immortality: fate is, first and foremost, a fickle thing; where there now stands a somewhat foolhardy human, there once perched a proud owl. Time has eroded many details and memories of her past, but Screecher can remember three things clearly: that she was the definitive hunter of her home, a force to be reckoned with, and a being that refused to be shaken by another, even humanity's ancestors. Though, it was this proud nature that would be her undoing, as she happened a human one day, struggling along a beaten track through the woods she called home. She was no vulture, and refused to eat of anything she had not hunted with her own claws, but it was clear this man was close to death, and she thought it might be good establish herself through this traveller: show some amount of authority over the carcass before the foxes and other scavengers get to it. With that thought in mind, she shadowed close to the traveller, flittering from branch to branch stealthily, not missing numerous other animals not too far behind the struggling human. Inevitability, it seemed half the forest's carnivores wanted the prestige that would come with being the first to eat of the rarely seen human, though this did not deter the owl.
The human lasted for quite some time, struggling with every step and coughing all the while, before eventually peeling off the main path, falling flat in an isolated clearing, dead before he hit the ground. The animals that followed were cautious to approach; these two legged animals had shown trickery before, and none were eager to see if the human had truly passed. Before any had made a move, their instincts collectively felt a sudden...presence, before a human voice seemed to reach them, as much on the wind as already in their minds. All at once they recognised and knew the presence: that of a deity, a pagan goddess who was gracing the air of the earth with her direct presence, whose countenance could not be perceived by any mortal thing.
All at once, many of the animals present bolted from the clearing, wishing not to dabble in matters beyond their mind's comprehension, though many of the more fearless (or foolhardy, though Screecher will not hear anything of her being the latter) stood their ground. The goddess spoke in the human's tongue, though the spectators comprehended the meaning behind them clearly through some divine work; that the goddess wept for the fallen man who had been one of her most loyal followers. She decreed that none would disturb his body, and that it would not decay with time, remaining as he had in his last moments in life. She warned that any who would go against her wishes would face a fate worse then death, and with that the denizens of the wood felt the goddess recede, a tensed silence all that she left behind. For the longest time, not a soul moved from that clearing, some wondering briefly if they had actually felt the presence of a deity of it had been some trick of the their animal minds.
More slowly now, one by one the creatures of the forest turned, and returned to their previous employment, none so foolish to even entertain the idea of going against a divine being. None present would now believe their lives were worth the flesh they lay before them, as what was once just human was now a human with favour from the gods themselves. None would even consider the body worth consuming knowing the risks. All, but one.
As stated, fate is fickle. Screecher stayed perched on a high branch overlooking the body, long after all others had left. She was no fool, she knew that going against the gods would be suicidal, if not worse than suicidal, but surely there must be some mistake? This was just a human: no matter how great his faith had been, surely the gods could not be so sentimental as to take a...hairless ape as worthy of their blessings? The more the owl considered it, the more convinced she became. These humans were not worth even the idle concerns of a god, surely: they lacked the wings of the birds, the fangs and claws of the great cats absent, the gills of the fish were none existent, and even the apes of the distant forests had more hair and more powerfully built.
She was now certain. What god would bless these unremarkable creatures, unless for a test? Her courage may even be completely rewarded for having the spine to do what the other creatures of these woods would not. And even if the goddess WAS serious (and that was hard to believe), her presence was surely gone by now, and certainly divine beings had more important matters then to watch over a single body in anonymous woods? With that in mind, she flapped down to the corpse of the human, alighting onto his chest.
She paused.
Nothing save for the wind.
With no small amount of smug satisfaction, Screecher tore into the human's cheek, the wound instantly causing blood to haemorrhage out.
It took only the temperature to sharply rise in the clearing for her to realize this had probably a very large mistake.
The clearing sudden came alive with red hot anger, followed by an explosion of white noise that sounded like a thousand lost souls screaming in fury. The owl was suddenly pinned to the spot, whether from fear or the goddess' sheer will was unknown. Anything living in a mile radius that could feel the deity's presence wisely bolted, while Screecher could only watch, horrified beyond any amount of fear she had ever felt in her life. One voice above the white noise reached her, accusing her of dare desecrating a body so pure, and of going against her direct will. There was only one fitting punishment, the voice declared, that if the owl thought so lowly of the humans, was to become one. The owl suddenly found her voice, and begged and pleaded for forgiveness, but to no avail.
When silence once again returned to the forest, Screecher slowly opened her eyes (not even realizing she had screwed them shut in fear), and glanced around. The first thing she perceived was that the body before her had retained the damage it had taken, but what really caught her eye was a reflective disk, gilded in precious metals and stones almost chaotically that certainly hadn't been there before. Within its surface was her normal, feathered self, staring confusedly back.
Screecher almost let out an air of relief, before checking over herself for any other abnormalities, glancing down at her hands and feet. She realized that her perception was all wrong: why was she suddenly so tall? And why couldn't she feel her wings? And... where had her feathers gone?
...
...Did...Did she just see a pair of hands and feet where her wings and talons used to be...?
...
It was for no little reason she had earned her name, as the entire forest heard what was an unholy mix of human and beast cry out in anguish.
What followed after was a haze of barely remembered years of wandering, dipping nearly constantly between ridged alertness and panicked fleeing down empty lanes, and a state of pure instinct, diving on helpless animals and ripping fur and flesh with human hands and teeth, before shortly becoming ill from the cold and poor diet afterwards. And all throughout it, there was?buzz in the back of her head, which sometimes sounded like chuckling if the wind was just right; the goddess mocked, no doubt. Her mind felt like it was tearing into two; an entire lifetime of animalistic logic and instincts at war with a confusing new body and a brain that thought entirely differently to her first. The only moments of calm she had was when she looked into the mirror: it still showed her original reflection, that of a proud but sad owl, instead of the shivering and heartbroken human she had become. She had lost her way almost entirely; hunting without wings was something that had taken months to learn, and even then she could only just sustain herself. She wasn't sure how this human body could stomach what little greenery and plants she had eaten (once witnessing a human pull a weird orange thing out of the ground before washing and eating it), but she nearly gagged the entire time. She avoided other humans as much as she could, and any other brief contacts ended when she tried to replicate her warning screech, which warded them off well enough.
She had realized something important though: as she wandered further and further away from where she once called home, and as months turned into years, the buzzing in her mind faded ever so slowly. More and more her mind was able to think, and more importantly, realize what was going on. A god and their influence is often limited to their believers, and the demandable deity that cursed Screecher was fading with her following, likely killed or sent away from the recent purge of the Pagans the ex-owl had been witnessing from the shadows. Humans killing other humans for the sake of their gods; not one of their most appealing traits, but in this case would be useful for Screecher's purposes. For that meant that was an opportunity to be had here, that if one could get so far from a god's primary place of worship, maybe one could escape a god in totality? At this point, the ex-owl would believe in nearly anything.
So she ran. And ran, and ran, and ran. Until, one day so long later, the buzzing was gone, naught but a whisper in the wind. She finally took stock of her surroundings, and was confused when she saw a formation of great stones. They were laid out in a circle, and were rather impressive in design in scale, though she couldn't have cared less for their purpose. She had far exceeded her patience with this new body, and had turned to one of the many great boulders that surrounded her, and bought the mirror down, the surface instantly shattering.
All at once, she could feel a shift. Before her eyes, her body was returning to its original form; joyous feathers where bare skin had been, dirty and broken fingers and nails shifting into glorious talons. She would have cried out in joy, if a sudden presence in the air hadn't started to make itself known. It became apparent that the mirror could have housed more than just her own essence; evidently, just a tiny piece of the goddess herself had been kept within there and set simultaneously free. Still, what was a small piece of power to gods was in a completely different realm to mortals, and the returning owl tried to beg for peace, before the goddess, without a word, stuck her down.
That was nearly well and truly the end, with her half formed body striking the earth to never rise again. However, once again, fate is a fickle thing.
Everything seemed to come to a standstill around the two beings, the air and wind ceasing abruptly. Screecher could hardly tell what was happening, all of her sense seemed dulled, her mind frozen in state of near death. But when an unperceivable figure approached, she suddenly felt? calmed. Like whoever this person was, they certainly didn't mean her harm.
The figure began speaking, the god and mortal before them remained frozen as a 'captive audience.' It explained in an oddly melody like voice that "the mortal's soul is, through means I'm not entirely sure of myself, currently rupturing into two. Each soul now houses a quarter of the two forms the mortal has taken, that is, an owl and a human. I've seen souls be split before, and this likely won't be the last time a soul does, however this IS the first time a soul has housed two different essences when they have split. And in all honesty, I don't like it one bit."
It went on to explain that it was unwilling to risk sending the two pieces to the same after life; who knows what kind of collateral that would cause? Hence, it proposed a compromise. The goddess would take one half of the soul, and make sure it didn't "drift away," while Screecher would keep the other, however have her own mind stabilized to be able to make peace between the animal and human within her instincts. Just for good measure, the figure added, it would ensure that her physical body never aged or could die, meaning that the likelihood of the souls ever meeting again was extremely unlikely.
The goddess seemed satisfied with is proposal; she would get her dues after all. Screecher meanwhile WANTED to object, WANTED to argue; she could hardly spend one lifetime in this body, how could she ever spend the rest of time? But she held her tongue, realising that she was in a field that gods and this...being, dealt more readily then a mortal. She detested the idea of a human body, but her fear of the ultimate end of her life and her soul won out over those arguments.
Besides...
Screecher felt something indescribable but fundamental be taken from her, and felt the goddess leave, placated with the deal that had been made. As her body slowly formed back into a human, and the figure make their way beyond any perception she had, she felt calm. But with a bitterness that spiked the back of her throat. She looked down into her hands (her damn human hands), to find a broken mirror. Two large shards still cling stubbornly to the frame. The leftmost shard shows an owl's eye looking morosely back at her, the rightmost shard depicting a broken and suddenly so much lonelier human.
...she would have all of time to get used to it.
The short version: Screecher used to be an owl, one of the mightiest (in her eyes), and happened across a dying human. As the human gave out their last, a pagan goddess descended upon the scene demanding the animals of the woods leave his body be, as he had been a faithful follower. Screecher, through a mix hubris and short-sightedness, eat of the body anyway, making the goddess furious. As a punishment, the deity turned the owl into a human, the creature it saw so little in. For a time, the owl-human wandered, half insane and broken-hearted. The only possession it had was a mirror left by the goddess that showed Screecher's true self. However, the goddess' power and followers faded over the years, and was more and more limited to where her followers actually resided. Seeing a chance, Screecher fled, the deity's presence growing more and more faded, until it was silent. Breaking the mirror on a large stone (in place otherwise laid out with other stones in a circle), Screecher's original body began to return to her, but part of the goddess' power was also released allowing the being to appear before her. She struck the mortal down, unknowingly causing a freak accident to split Screecher's very soul into two. However, before she could pass fully into the afterlife, a figure appeared before them, and explained that each half of the soul held a quarter of the essences of the physical forms she had taken (an owl and a human). Because this could have disastrous effects, the figure proposes a compromise: the goddess would get one half of the soul in repentance, Screecher would have the other stabilized so she could live an actual life, and since both would be kept by immortal beings (making the owl-human's physical body un-killable), both halves would never come into contact with the other. While the mortal wants to argue, maybe try and get her old body back, she knows she's now a part of a celestial game, and hence bites her tongue. She is left with a body she doesn't want and a mirror that shows both halves of herself, and the only consolidation she has is that she has all of time to get used to it.
Disposition: She often prefers the company of animals to humans, for obvious reasons. Oddly, she retained some capabilities of animal communications (not 'animal speak,' since animals don't really talk), knowing the tells of an animal's mood and how to best placate and sway the animal's favour to her side, though she is far more proficient in talking to birds compared to others for obvious reasons.
Because of her past form, she absolutely ADORES meat, and will gladly eat any meal that has some animal on the plate. Despite having grown accustomed to more or less needing to eat some greens at some point or another (mostly to help blend in with the other mortals), greatly dislikes doing so and avoids it whenever possible. One of the few things she actually likes about being a mortal is that animals don't necessarily have to be eaten raw, one of the few things she considers genuine perks of humanity.
One of the things she truly distrusts in the world is the amount and power of organised religion in the world, more because it brings up bad memories, though she is highly suspicious of how quiet it's actually been on divine intervention. She understands she's the exception that proves the rule, that the 'old gods' would more readily appear before animals compared to humans, but the amount it's actually gone quiet makes her wonder about what is actually happening, though she has enough on her plate without worrying about another crusade.
As a rule, she doesn't 'like' humans or humanity in general, since they played a key role in her downfall. She HAS had plenty of time to get used to them, and to learn the ins and outs of actually appearing as a normal human being, but she would only rarely ever seek companionship from a human at any given time. She is a lot more sympathetic to the other immortals in the world, mostly because of the usual factors of truly knowing what each other has gone through, but also because she sees a certain kinship with the idea of being stuck in a position or physical body you didn't necessarily agree to.
One thing she can't stand is immaturity or childish behaviour: she not only sees it as a pointless endeavour (for humans because they don't really have the time to be so, and Immortals because they had more than enough time to be so), but also because of her naturally serious outlook. They enough problems to face in their never ending lives, acting like a child won't make those problems any easier to deal with. On that note, she can't stand human children, seeing them as worse as adult humans for the above reasons, and because admittedly she lacks the patience for them. She actually finds bird chicks and especially owl chicks to be adorable as well as a precious life. She never actually successfully mated in her original body despite numerous attempts, and hence has considered the possibility that her original body had been infertile (which would explain why her new body is equally so). Her stance on motherhood in general is largely neutral: it needs to be done for species survival, likely would have done it in her original body if she had the chance, but not something she regrets doing.
Apart from occasionally breeding owls as a background project (attempting to selectively breed them stronger, largely as a 'what the hell, might as well' sort of project), she doesn't have a huge amount of hobbies. She tried to fill in some of the long years by learning skills like playing whatever musical instrument was popular at the time, though largely lost interest before too long.
Minor note: loves wine for the taste and smell, but sort of regrets that the Immortals naturally regenerating body makes it hard to get actually drunk beyond placebo effect. While she detests drunks and those who grow foolish and immature when drunk, is sort of curious to what it would be like actually getting to that stage.
Plot Points: A forest somewhere in the more eastern areas of England (home forest, though location and name has since faded from memory despite attempts to find it), Stonehenge (apparently the name of the stone formation where she had initially broken the mirror), and a brief stint in the French Revolution.
If you have any criticisms or questions or the like (or see any mistakes for that matter), feel free to send them my way, and I'll address them as soon as I am able. Thanks very much y'all! ^_^b
Edited: tried to make it a little clearer when the character originates from, with most changes affecting the later parts of the 'long version' (Just in-case, it was based roughly in the 380-ish AD period, when Paganism was largely getting torn down by the Roman empire).
Appearance: Naditabirus is a pale and thin looking woman who looks to be in her mid to late thirties. She has sunken cheeks, black eyes and an overall aura of despair around her. Her hair is a silken black, but she dresses in fairly vibrant colors. She has brown skin and is fairly clearly of middle-eastern descent, though she fits very few of the stereotypes one might associate with someone from the area, as she has spent most of her life traveling.
Personality: Nadi is a quiet type, who spends a lot of her time researching. What she researches varies due to the fact that she has to stage her own death occasionally in order to properly avoid being called out on her immortality. She is currently more interested in studying the status of the world and as such, is traveling as much as she can, once again. Her humor tends to be bitter and full of sarcasm, but being one of the oldest immortals has given her a sense of duty to others, specifically those who found themselves in an unfortunate state of immortality.
Unique Immortality: Naditabirus was born in ancient Babylon, and due to the limited understanding of the time, wished to further investigate death. During her investigations in dead animals, she discovered a unique element that she still to this day can not replicate. It quickly entered her skin and ironically, through her study of death, she became immune to fully understanding it. This troubled her for almost a thousand years, which led to multiple suicide attempts, all of which were fruitless, and reckless behavior that almost outed the existence of immortals, though this was at a time in which the immortal community was new and not nearly as well connected. Eventually she discovered the wonders of life and began to instead set upon the full understanding of what she has, which is life.
Disposition: While Nadi is very well connected in the immortal world, she has one massive disagreement with the immortals, and that is over the ability to attempt to replicate her own immortality. Of all the others, she thinks that hers is the most plausible to repeat, and thus has in secret attempted to discover exactly what she found all those thousands of years back. She has been met with zero success, but if she found something that could plausibly spread her gift to the rest of humanity, then she would likely do it. She also enjoys briefing newcomers into the world as to avoid having them go through the same period of strife she encountered in her early years.
Plot Points: While she has influenced numerous scientific discoveries, and gone through pseudonyms in order to keep to the anonymous pledge that all immortals must take, Naditabirus did run headlong into the public under the name Marie Currie, as radiology fascinated her enough to attempt and get a full grasp of it. She discovered fairly early on that continued exposure would be lethal to an average human, so she used that knowledge to effectively stage her own death. That said, Nadi has witnessed a couple major events within history, especially anything Roman as she spent a majority of her time in Rome when it existed, eventually leaving it to study the world at large after it collapsed.
Quick news - I've been unexpectedly called, so I need to leave. I don't know for how long, but I will keep this on the back-burner. Please stick with me and we'll start the RP game as soon as possible. If you've been following the situation in the middle-east then you would know what I'm talking about and why I have to go. See you all soon. My skype name is 'theironruler1'. I'll be in touch once it's over.
Gah, stay safe IronRuler, we'll be waiting here. Now would be a good time to mention I've made some minor additions to my character sheet (in post #10), no changes but just some clarifications of things I hadn't mentioned.
Baddamobs said:
If you have any criticisms or questions or the like (or see any mistakes for that matter), feel free to send them my way, and I'll address them as soon as I am able. Thanks very much y'all! ^_^b
A question from a fellow player, what time period is your character from? You mention Stonehenge but I'm not sure if you mean she attended the building of that monument, or that she just visited it once it was already constructed.
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