Supernatural Lifeforms Intelligence Communication & Eradication [Interest Thread]
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Even so, it's obvious from your previous posts that you do have a history of the world thought out already. How am I supposed to work around something I don't know?RuedyN said:
Could you also hand me some feedback on my character sheet? Mainly because my progress is stopped until I get some info*, and because between posting the sheet and now, I came up with an idea for another character that I really want to write**.RuedyN said:Damn, making me workMortifiedPenguin said:
Sure, yeah, I'll put in more world info.
1. Is Lars allowed to be a founder of SLICE, and subsequently a member of Division 1?
2. Were there/Can there be previous campaigns against demons in recent memory (since the 70's) that would work for providing Lars with combat experience, a reputation, and/or a proper reason to abhor demons?
3. Must the Bio be completely available, or can I post the skeleton of it up on the public sheet while PMing you the full version, so that I can reveal it piece-by-piece and you know what's going on?
4. I had another question, but I forgot what it was. Ah, well.
2. Were there/Can there be previous campaigns against demons in recent memory (since the 70's) that would work for providing Lars with combat experience, a reputation, and/or a proper reason to abhor demons?
3. Must the Bio be completely available, or can I post the skeleton of it up on the public sheet while PMing you the full version, so that I can reveal it piece-by-piece and you know what's going on?
4. I had another question, but I forgot what it was. Ah, well.
**and by "write", I mean "try again if you don't like my current one".
EDIT:
Don't make me punch you.RuedyN said:
If you can write well enough as to why he was a founder, then yes, you can make him one. No wars or anything, but harassment is a common enough thing to happen. Unfortunately nothing big has happened recently. You can, but I might choose others over you if you do, and I'm likely to accidentally delete your PM.deathbydeath said:
I'd prefer to save critiques when I see a similar problem repeated, though admittedly that was my fault for not including it into the OP.
EDIT: Yeah, that wasn't a joke. They actually glitter here, but fire will happen if they stay in sunlight for too long.
By "big", I meant slightly smaller than the Perian Gulf War, about as long, much more hush-hush, and thirty years ago.RuedyN said:
As to PMing, I'll just Chekov's gun it into the game, then.
As to critiques, I'd just like to know if there's anything about my sheet that makes you vomit, so that I can patch it as soon as possible. My feelings tend to get hurt when my sheet is announced to be stupid after the RP begins.
Anyways, it's getting late on Saturn, so I'll have revised editions up tomorrow (for me).
No comment on the edited sheet yet? Oh okay. Here's another (eerily familiar) one then.RuedyN said:
Name: Eligor / Souldrinker
Gender: Male
Division: D1
Appearance: A hand-and-half sword that glows eerily in the darkness, red lines tracing the cross-section of the blade. Forged of metal from a meteorite and has a dragonbone hilt. One would take it for a normal sword if they didn't notice the eye, the demonic eye that stares right back. An ouroboros is carved onto the pommel, writhing around a blood-red ruby.There is an inscription on the blade, on the ricasso to be exact, in runic lettering it reads:
The cross-guard itself is made of the same metal as the blade but has been forged to resemble demon's horns. His eye is yellow with a black pupil and a red iris and rests in the middle of the rain guard (or chappe). There appears to be cracks in the blade, a result of an endless endeavour to break out of the sword, though a folly since his very soul is bound to it, making escape almost impossible.
Gear/Powers: He carries on equipment except his person.
But he does have a small remnant of the demonic powers he had in his prime. Eligor can levitate and float, primarily using this ability for movement and for defending himself when there's no one available to wield him. He can get a few good swipes in but requires a good partner to wield him for full effectiveness. He can also shapeshift into any other bladed weapon as needed, but conversation of mass needs to be accounted for.
In addition to this, he can astrally project an ethereal avatar of himself as no one take a talking sword seriously. He appears as a well-groomed human male in his late-fifties wearing a suit (Eligor used to appear as an old knight with a lance, a scepter and a pennon but considers business suits to be the up-to-date equivalent.) but he still has the same eyes as he is unable to truly mask his demonic nature. However the projection is ethereal and cannot interact with the physical world.
Personality: Being imprisoned in a sword for years does have an impact on your personality, while Eligor would like to think that he is as polite as possible, he mostly comes off gruff and sarcastic, especially when an 'inferior' warrior is wielding him. Eligor is rather pompous, often spouting stuff like he was there when that happened and so on and expects, as an elder and a member of Division One to be highly respected. He has little to no patience and does not forgive easily. However, there is some heart in the gruff demon, it is just very, very callous.
Bio: Eligor used to be a Great Duke of Hell until some chap with a sword that could capture souls did him in. It was just a normal day for him until some lout with the Ars Goetia summoned him, Eligor was expecting the lad to ask him to do something for him, as things like discovering hidden objects, kindling love and lust, procuring the favour of knights and lords, marshalling armies and causing war were his jobs back then and the lad could ask for any for that, for a price. But no! The pox-scarred lad just imprisoned him in the summoning circle, asked Eligor to remove his helmet so he could see the face of a demon and stabbed Eligor then and there when he was distracted. As the sword was thrust into the Duke's side, ethereal arms came out of the blade and hammered the demon's soul into the blade, using his corpse as an anvil. Then Eligor was a Great Duke no longer, with nearly all his powers gone and his sixty legions of spirits turning traitor to serve another demon lord. The inscription was carved into the blade as soon as it was cool enough and the process of soul transfer was complete.
Years passed, they were a blur of blood and warfare, and Eligor was found, dug up by an archaeologist who was surprised by the fact that the sword was still in good condition. When the archaeologist found out that he had found the legendary sword Souldrinker, he was overjoyed and announced his discovery to the world and auction off the blade, living on the money paid for it. Turns out, the bidder with a large wallet was a member of the Templars, a specialist of weapons like Souldrinker. Some say the man was hunting for Excalibur as well. With the formation of S.L.I.C.E., a small section of the Templars was sent to serve the new organisation as somewhat of gesture of goodwill and good faith. Of course there were selfish motives behind this kind act. More forces in S.L.I.C.E., means a bigger chance of victory after all. However, while moving the equipment, all the shaking and rattling woke Eligor up from his centuries long slumber. After much hounding, Eligor got his answers and decided to help, seeing as he was stuck there. Now Eligor assists the organisation with field intel and bosses around the rookies a bit.
Gender: Male
Division: D1
Appearance: A hand-and-half sword that glows eerily in the darkness, red lines tracing the cross-section of the blade. Forged of metal from a meteorite and has a dragonbone hilt. One would take it for a normal sword if they didn't notice the eye, the demonic eye that stares right back. An ouroboros is carved onto the pommel, writhing around a blood-red ruby.There is an inscription on the blade, on the ricasso to be exact, in runic lettering it reads:
A vessel for a soul
Of a vanquished foe.
Bound with the rites of Agamemnon
And locked with the Key of Solomon.
Once a demon knight
Now takes up another's fight.
No longer his own master
Condemned to be the demon-slayer's waster.
Of a vanquished foe.
Bound with the rites of Agamemnon
And locked with the Key of Solomon.
Once a demon knight
Now takes up another's fight.
No longer his own master
Condemned to be the demon-slayer's waster.
The cross-guard itself is made of the same metal as the blade but has been forged to resemble demon's horns. His eye is yellow with a black pupil and a red iris and rests in the middle of the rain guard (or chappe). There appears to be cracks in the blade, a result of an endless endeavour to break out of the sword, though a folly since his very soul is bound to it, making escape almost impossible.
Gear/Powers: He carries on equipment except his person.
But he does have a small remnant of the demonic powers he had in his prime. Eligor can levitate and float, primarily using this ability for movement and for defending himself when there's no one available to wield him. He can get a few good swipes in but requires a good partner to wield him for full effectiveness. He can also shapeshift into any other bladed weapon as needed, but conversation of mass needs to be accounted for.
In addition to this, he can astrally project an ethereal avatar of himself as no one take a talking sword seriously. He appears as a well-groomed human male in his late-fifties wearing a suit (Eligor used to appear as an old knight with a lance, a scepter and a pennon but considers business suits to be the up-to-date equivalent.) but he still has the same eyes as he is unable to truly mask his demonic nature. However the projection is ethereal and cannot interact with the physical world.
Personality: Being imprisoned in a sword for years does have an impact on your personality, while Eligor would like to think that he is as polite as possible, he mostly comes off gruff and sarcastic, especially when an 'inferior' warrior is wielding him. Eligor is rather pompous, often spouting stuff like he was there when that happened and so on and expects, as an elder and a member of Division One to be highly respected. He has little to no patience and does not forgive easily. However, there is some heart in the gruff demon, it is just very, very callous.
Bio: Eligor used to be a Great Duke of Hell until some chap with a sword that could capture souls did him in. It was just a normal day for him until some lout with the Ars Goetia summoned him, Eligor was expecting the lad to ask him to do something for him, as things like discovering hidden objects, kindling love and lust, procuring the favour of knights and lords, marshalling armies and causing war were his jobs back then and the lad could ask for any for that, for a price. But no! The pox-scarred lad just imprisoned him in the summoning circle, asked Eligor to remove his helmet so he could see the face of a demon and stabbed Eligor then and there when he was distracted. As the sword was thrust into the Duke's side, ethereal arms came out of the blade and hammered the demon's soul into the blade, using his corpse as an anvil. Then Eligor was a Great Duke no longer, with nearly all his powers gone and his sixty legions of spirits turning traitor to serve another demon lord. The inscription was carved into the blade as soon as it was cool enough and the process of soul transfer was complete.
Years passed, they were a blur of blood and warfare, and Eligor was found, dug up by an archaeologist who was surprised by the fact that the sword was still in good condition. When the archaeologist found out that he had found the legendary sword Souldrinker, he was overjoyed and announced his discovery to the world and auction off the blade, living on the money paid for it. Turns out, the bidder with a large wallet was a member of the Templars, a specialist of weapons like Souldrinker. Some say the man was hunting for Excalibur as well. With the formation of S.L.I.C.E., a small section of the Templars was sent to serve the new organisation as somewhat of gesture of goodwill and good faith. Of course there were selfish motives behind this kind act. More forces in S.L.I.C.E., means a bigger chance of victory after all. However, while moving the equipment, all the shaking and rattling woke Eligor up from his centuries long slumber. After much hounding, Eligor got his answers and decided to help, seeing as he was stuck there. Now Eligor assists the organisation with field intel and bosses around the rookies a bit.
Nah, just kidding.
Sorry, I just don't want to critic peoples sheets when I know I might have to kick people out. Not a threat mind, I like your sheet.Terratina. said:No comment on the edited sheet yet? Oh okay. Here's another (eerily familiar) one then.RuedyN said:
Name: Eligor / Souldrinker
Gender: Male
Division: D1
Appearance: A hand-and-half sword that glows eerily in the darkness, red lines tracing the cross-section of the blade. Forged of metal from a meteorite and has a dragonbone hilt. One would take it for a normal sword if they didn't notice the eye, the demonic eye that stares right back. An ouroboros is carved onto the pommel, writhing around a blood-red ruby.There is an inscription on the blade, on the ricasso to be exact, in runic lettering it reads:
A vessel for a soul
Of a vanquished foe.
Bound with the rites of Agamemnon
And locked with the Key of Solomon.
Once a demon knight
Now takes up another's fight.
No longer his own master
Condemned to be the demon-slayer's waster.
The cross-guard itself is made of the same metal as the blade but has been forged to resemble demon's horns. His eye is yellow with a black pupil and a red iris and rests in the middle of the rain guard (or chappe). There appears to be cracks in the blade, a result of an endless endeavour to break out of the sword, though a folly since his very soul is bound to it, making escape almost impossible.
Gear/Powers: He carries on equipment except his person.
But he does have a small remnant of the demonic powers he had in his prime. Eligor can levitate and float, primarily using this ability for movement and for defending himself when there's no one available to wield him. He can get a few good swipes in but requires a good partner to wield him for full effectiveness. He can also shapeshift into any other bladed weapon as needed, but conversation of mass needs to be accounted for.
In addition to this, he can astrally project an ethereal avatar of himself as no one take a talking sword seriously. He appears as a well-groomed human male in his late-fifties wearing a suit (Eligor used to appear as an old knight with a lance, a scepter and a pennon but considers business suits to be the up-to-date equivalent.) but he still has the same eyes as he is unable to truly mask his demonic nature. However the projection is ethereal and cannot interact with the physical world.
Personality: Being imprisoned in a sword for years does have an impact on your personality, while Eligor would like to think that he is as polite as possible, he mostly comes off gruff and sarcastic, especially when an 'inferior' warrior is wielding him. Eligor is rather pompous, often spouting stuff like he was there when that happened and so on and expects, as an elder and a member of Division One to be highly respected. He has little to no patience and does not forgive easily. However, there is some heart in the gruff demon, it is just very, very callous.
Bio: Eligor used to be a Great Duke of Hell until some chap with a sword that could capture souls did him in. It was just a normal day for him until some lout with the Ars Goetia summoned him, Eligor was expecting the lad to ask him to do something for him, as things like discovering hidden objects, kindling love and lust, procuring the favour of knights and lords, marshalling armies and causing war were his jobs back then and the lad could ask for any for that, for a price. But no! The pox-scarred lad just imprisoned him in the summoning circle, asked Eligor to remove his helmet so he could see the face of a demon and stabbed Eligor then and there when he was distracted. As the sword was thrust into the Duke's side, ethereal arms came out of the blade and hammered the demon's soul into the blade, using his corpse as an anvil. Then Eligor was a Great Duke no longer, with nearly all his powers gone and his sixty legions of spirits turning traitor to serve another demon lord. The inscription was carved into the blade as soon as it was cool enough and the process of soul transfer was complete.
Years passed, they were a blur of blood and warfare, and Eligor was found, dug up by an archaeologist who was surprised by the fact that the sword was still in good condition. When the archaeologist found out that he had found the legendary sword Souldrinker, he was overjoyed and announced his discovery to the world and auction off the blade, living on the money paid for it. Turns out, the bidder with a large wallet was a member of the Templars, a specialist of weapons like Souldrinker. Some say the man was hunting for Excalibur as well. With the formation of S.L.I.C.E., a small section of the Templars was sent to serve the new organisation as somewhat of gesture of goodwill and good faith. Of course there were selfish motives behind this kind act. More forces in S.L.I.C.E., means a bigger chance of victory after all. However, while moving the equipment, all the shaking and rattling woke Eligor up from his centuries long slumber. After much hounding, Eligor got his answers and decided to help, seeing as he was stuck there. Now Eligor assists the organisation with field intel and bosses around the rookies a bit.
Nah, just kidding.
Also, since I'm feeling better lately, I'll try to get around to making the OP better. A bit sad I'm still working on that :\
Neat. Just hadn't heard much in a while; was afraid that this had fallen the way of many a CJ1145 interest thread...
So many good ideas, lost to the cold, heartless void of the internet. So many dreams, crushed before they could blossom forth.
So many good ideas, lost to the cold, heartless void of the internet. So many dreams, crushed before they could blossom forth.