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.ThreeWords said:
Actually.... Yes. But then you'd need to walk around with Stegosaurus.
And you will go become corrupt at some point... hopefully.
Can't I be a free roaming militant zealot bent on handing out his own personal version of the Immaculate Law? I guess I'd be corrupt, in a sense, from the start, because I doubt I'd be very mainstream...TheIronRuler said:
[sup]Oh god, a hipster priest...[/sup]
One Radical Priest.
Name: Gregory Clarke
Age/Gender: 32/male
Appearance (Picture = +10 points): Wearing a weatherworn Dominican monk robe (black cloak over a white habit) and a simple wooden cross necklace, Gregory isn?t built for frontline combat standing a little over 5 foot 7. Despite his travels he still possesses the pale skin gained from years of study. His hair is jet black and overgrown the traditional friar haircut, covering dark brown eyes.
Hidden items: pouch containing writing materials and notes.
Race: Human
Background: Gregory or ?Greg? as some have called him comes from an old family with close ties to the church. As the eldest son he was sent to the monasteries, continuing the tradition set long ago. Nothing much was expected of him, ?just serve the church as best you can? was his father?s parting words. Gregory didn?t think much of his family at the time and ignored the advice given. Spending several years in a remote Dominican monastery did little to improve his demeanour as was trained to be a scribe, learning about the world and the horrors it contained through scripture and books.
In the 23rd year of his life everything changed. His order was attacked by a large band of dark creatures, beings he had only seen in illustrations. The resulting battle was brutal with many monks and lay brothers falling before the attackers were driven off. As one of the few members uninjured Gregory was ordered to head to the nearest outpost to spread word of the horde. There he found a group of bounty hunters who had been tracking the horde but had stopped for the night. Upon hearing the news of the attack the group immediately set out into the hills and cliffs surrounding the monastery, dragging a protesting Gregory along. His protests were soon silenced as the bounty hunters proceeded to slaughter the beasts that had defiled his home.
Returning to the monastery deep in thought he came to a decision. He would serve the church, by helping to kill the darkness that dwells in the shadows. However in order to do so effectively, he would have to first know his enemy. Many of the books he had read about demons and their ilk were often full of contradictions on what they could and could not do. Now realising what his mission was, to create a definitive book to combating evil. Acquiring his abbot?s permission he set out into the world. Several years later he sits in a cell, accused of heresy by a particularly bombastic priest due to his notes about the binding of demonic energy.
Personality: As a cleric who was at one point training to become a scribe Gregory is skilled in both reading and writing in many languages, both mundane and arcane. This has led in turn to a ?bookish? personality, preferring to listen rather than talk, although when he does speak it is wise to listen. Ideology wise he still follows the saints, but is considered a renegade due to his belief that the forces of darkness should be studied for weaknesses and in rare cases turned against itself.
Weapons: Gladius short sword hidden in robes
One other skill, be it cooking, persuasion, licking things.:
Lore: Years of study has left Gregory with an encyclopaedic knowledge of many subjects pertaining to the occult.
Age/Gender: 32/male
Appearance (Picture = +10 points): Wearing a weatherworn Dominican monk robe (black cloak over a white habit) and a simple wooden cross necklace, Gregory isn?t built for frontline combat standing a little over 5 foot 7. Despite his travels he still possesses the pale skin gained from years of study. His hair is jet black and overgrown the traditional friar haircut, covering dark brown eyes.
Hidden items: pouch containing writing materials and notes.
Race: Human
Background: Gregory or ?Greg? as some have called him comes from an old family with close ties to the church. As the eldest son he was sent to the monasteries, continuing the tradition set long ago. Nothing much was expected of him, ?just serve the church as best you can? was his father?s parting words. Gregory didn?t think much of his family at the time and ignored the advice given. Spending several years in a remote Dominican monastery did little to improve his demeanour as was trained to be a scribe, learning about the world and the horrors it contained through scripture and books.
In the 23rd year of his life everything changed. His order was attacked by a large band of dark creatures, beings he had only seen in illustrations. The resulting battle was brutal with many monks and lay brothers falling before the attackers were driven off. As one of the few members uninjured Gregory was ordered to head to the nearest outpost to spread word of the horde. There he found a group of bounty hunters who had been tracking the horde but had stopped for the night. Upon hearing the news of the attack the group immediately set out into the hills and cliffs surrounding the monastery, dragging a protesting Gregory along. His protests were soon silenced as the bounty hunters proceeded to slaughter the beasts that had defiled his home.
Returning to the monastery deep in thought he came to a decision. He would serve the church, by helping to kill the darkness that dwells in the shadows. However in order to do so effectively, he would have to first know his enemy. Many of the books he had read about demons and their ilk were often full of contradictions on what they could and could not do. Now realising what his mission was, to create a definitive book to combating evil. Acquiring his abbot?s permission he set out into the world. Several years later he sits in a cell, accused of heresy by a particularly bombastic priest due to his notes about the binding of demonic energy.
Personality: As a cleric who was at one point training to become a scribe Gregory is skilled in both reading and writing in many languages, both mundane and arcane. This has led in turn to a ?bookish? personality, preferring to listen rather than talk, although when he does speak it is wise to listen. Ideology wise he still follows the saints, but is considered a renegade due to his belief that the forces of darkness should be studied for weaknesses and in rare cases turned against itself.
Weapons: Gladius short sword hidden in robes
One other skill, be it cooking, persuasion, licking things.:
Lore: Years of study has left Gregory with an encyclopaedic knowledge of many subjects pertaining to the occult.
Your last post in the thread was 3 days ago, I thought you had given up on being a priest.ThreeWords said:Ed130 said:
Sorry man.
Ed130 said:
I forgot what short attention spans the young have. Never mind, anyhow; I don't mind competition, unless the GM wants a limit. Should that be the case, I suppose you did get there first.
Ah well, I'll finish up my sheet, then consider what I'll run for a replacement...
You could still be the Fiery Zealot priest type as mine is more of a Renaissance Researcher.ThreeWords said:
This...this is my character from another dimension. You even keep your sword in your robe. Remember, you are accused of witchcraft. At maximum there will be one other religious priest with me, and he can't be a copy :/Ed130 said:
Name: Mezido Vari
Age/Gender: 46 years, male
Appearance (Picture = +10 points):
Imagine him with a wide-brimmed hat.
He also wears a mask called "L'Esecutore" (the perfromer), to allow himself to delve into the Id. The mask is mainly red with a devious grin painted on it and stylised with feathers and gold brocade.
Race: Witch
Background:
Personality:
Weapons:
One other skill: Persuasion. Mezido is a very charismatic gentleman, with or without L'Esecutore, and has little problem with persuasive speach, mostly used to deal with crafty demons and get passed checkpoints.
Age/Gender: 46 years, male
Appearance (Picture = +10 points):
[img/]http://images.wikia.com/assassinscreed/images/c/ce/The_count.png[/img]
He also wears a mask called "L'Esecutore" (the perfromer), to allow himself to delve into the Id. The mask is mainly red with a devious grin painted on it and stylised with feathers and gold brocade.
Race: Witch
Background:
Personality:
Weapons:
One other skill: Persuasion. Mezido is a very charismatic gentleman, with or without L'Esecutore, and has little problem with persuasive speach, mostly used to deal with crafty demons and get passed checkpoints.
sorry to leave this here, but it's getting late over here, and I really should get off.
I'll finish this up tomorrow, in the meantime, don't start without me!
I have no idea if you guys have started or not but if it's OK (and if there's room); here is a character Sheet.
Sorry if any of this seems shoddy, I am very tired right now. Please let me know if improvements are necessary.
Name: Bartholomew Frall
Age/Gender: 33, male
Dresses basically like this minus the hood, the kilt-like part, gloves,and the shield. He also has snow white short hair, blue eyes, and darker coloured stubble & eyebrows; he stands about 5'10"
Race: Werewolf
Background: Bartholomew was once a renowned Ukrainian merchant, traveling all over the European country side selling his priceless wears. He chose to be a merchant much like his father, who had been ambushed and mercilessly killed by a witch. No body had been found. This had led him to believe all witches are evil and that one day he would find the so-called witch that murdered his father. At 17 he was given a position in a merchant caravan as a sort of caretaker for the horses and men in his company given such chores like cooking and cleaning. Eventually he was given a crossbow for protection at 22 and had carried it with him ever since. One night while sleeping near the fire screams of agony could be heard as if the men were getting torn limb from limb; assuming it to be the witch he readied a bolt. To his dismay it was not the fabled witch he'd hoped for but something bigger; before he knew it the large monstrous figure jumped onto him and bit into his left shoulder, the pain caused him to black out.
Bartholomew awoke several weeks later with another traveling merchant company and it was clear to him and the travelers who found him what he now was. As soon as he could he packed up his things and left to his previous campsite only to find the decomposing remains of the dead, no one other then Bartholomew survived. Everything for the most part was still intact and so he grabbed anything he could salvage and left never to look back again. He later became a traveling merchant, alone, not wanting to lose people that close to him again. While fencing weapons and tomes in Prague he was arrested for conspiracy of Witchcraft.
Personality: He's a rather nice guy, whole-hearted, and funny but cautious all the same. He enjoys reading books and tomes especially ones of arcane arts and witchcraft, which might have been the reason he was arrested in the first place. He is slightly religious and has been caught praying at times during dire situations though if seen, would scoff at any accusations.
Weapons: Bartholomew carries an oak crossbow w/bolts, and a falchion at his side.
One other skill: Cooking. Though I like the idea of licking things
Age/Gender: 33, male
Dresses basically like this minus the hood, the kilt-like part, gloves,and the shield. He also has snow white short hair, blue eyes, and darker coloured stubble & eyebrows; he stands about 5'10"
Background: Bartholomew was once a renowned Ukrainian merchant, traveling all over the European country side selling his priceless wears. He chose to be a merchant much like his father, who had been ambushed and mercilessly killed by a witch. No body had been found. This had led him to believe all witches are evil and that one day he would find the so-called witch that murdered his father. At 17 he was given a position in a merchant caravan as a sort of caretaker for the horses and men in his company given such chores like cooking and cleaning. Eventually he was given a crossbow for protection at 22 and had carried it with him ever since. One night while sleeping near the fire screams of agony could be heard as if the men were getting torn limb from limb; assuming it to be the witch he readied a bolt. To his dismay it was not the fabled witch he'd hoped for but something bigger; before he knew it the large monstrous figure jumped onto him and bit into his left shoulder, the pain caused him to black out.
Bartholomew awoke several weeks later with another traveling merchant company and it was clear to him and the travelers who found him what he now was. As soon as he could he packed up his things and left to his previous campsite only to find the decomposing remains of the dead, no one other then Bartholomew survived. Everything for the most part was still intact and so he grabbed anything he could salvage and left never to look back again. He later became a traveling merchant, alone, not wanting to lose people that close to him again. While fencing weapons and tomes in Prague he was arrested for conspiracy of Witchcraft.
Personality: He's a rather nice guy, whole-hearted, and funny but cautious all the same. He enjoys reading books and tomes especially ones of arcane arts and witchcraft, which might have been the reason he was arrested in the first place. He is slightly religious and has been caught praying at times during dire situations though if seen, would scoff at any accusations.
Weapons: Bartholomew carries an oak crossbow w/bolts, and a falchion at his side.
One other skill: Cooking. Though I like the idea of licking things
Name: Mezido Vari
Age/Gender: 46 years, male
Appearance (Picture = +10 points):
Imagine him with a wide-brimmed hat.
He also wears a mask called "L'Esecutore" (the perfromer), to allow himself to delve into the Id. The mask is mainly green with a devious grin painted on it and stylised with feathers and gold brocade.
Race: Witch
Background: Born into a wealthy and influential family in Venice, Mezido showed a great interest in both art and politics. By thirteen, Mezido already had a few friends in high-places in his home city and was a relatively good swordsman. His education was high class and respectable, but his tutor never expected him to pick up his message of "use every tool at your disposal" to heart as much as he did. At 23, he began practising witchcraft and manufactured his mask L'Esecutore to help him delve into the more eccentric reccesses of his psyche that his high-class, refined upbringing would not allow. For twenty years he was a well known underground Witch, but managed to use his connections to avoid capture until he was caught red-handed in the middle of a ritual.
Personality: When not wearing L'Esecutore, Mazido is very polite and refined, with a penchant for sharp wit (one of the only qualities he shares with his other persona), he is very fond of politics and the gentlemanly persuits with a mean streak. He takes great pride in his looks at all times, but when Mazido, he tends to take better care to look regal.
L'Esecutore, on the other hand, will do anything that pops into his head and is in his power. That is the power of a mask, it lets you do things you wouldn't normally do. L'Esecutore is a profound actor and loves to play the crowd. He has a wicked sense of humour and a love for the simple pleasures with a hatred of the landed gentry. Never one to be outdone and always one to make an entrance, L'Esecutore always seems to think he's at a party.
Weapons: A sabre of folded steel with silver brocade made by a highly sought after Venitian craftsman.
A wheel-lock pistola, very ornate and well balanced.
A selection of pins to be used in the heat oc combat.
One other skill: Persuasion. Mezido is a very charismatic gentleman, with or without L'Esecutore, and has little problem with persuasive speach, mostly used to deal with crafty demons and get passed checkpoints.
Age/Gender: 46 years, male
Appearance (Picture = +10 points):
[img/]http://images.wikia.com/assassinscreed/images/c/ce/The_count.png[/img]
He also wears a mask called "L'Esecutore" (the perfromer), to allow himself to delve into the Id. The mask is mainly green with a devious grin painted on it and stylised with feathers and gold brocade.
Race: Witch
Background: Born into a wealthy and influential family in Venice, Mezido showed a great interest in both art and politics. By thirteen, Mezido already had a few friends in high-places in his home city and was a relatively good swordsman. His education was high class and respectable, but his tutor never expected him to pick up his message of "use every tool at your disposal" to heart as much as he did. At 23, he began practising witchcraft and manufactured his mask L'Esecutore to help him delve into the more eccentric reccesses of his psyche that his high-class, refined upbringing would not allow. For twenty years he was a well known underground Witch, but managed to use his connections to avoid capture until he was caught red-handed in the middle of a ritual.
Personality: When not wearing L'Esecutore, Mazido is very polite and refined, with a penchant for sharp wit (one of the only qualities he shares with his other persona), he is very fond of politics and the gentlemanly persuits with a mean streak. He takes great pride in his looks at all times, but when Mazido, he tends to take better care to look regal.
L'Esecutore, on the other hand, will do anything that pops into his head and is in his power. That is the power of a mask, it lets you do things you wouldn't normally do. L'Esecutore is a profound actor and loves to play the crowd. He has a wicked sense of humour and a love for the simple pleasures with a hatred of the landed gentry. Never one to be outdone and always one to make an entrance, L'Esecutore always seems to think he's at a party.
Weapons: A sabre of folded steel with silver brocade made by a highly sought after Venitian craftsman.
A wheel-lock pistola, very ornate and well balanced.
A selection of pins to be used in the heat oc combat.
One other skill: Persuasion. Mezido is a very charismatic gentleman, with or without L'Esecutore, and has little problem with persuasive speach, mostly used to deal with crafty demons and get passed checkpoints.
READY
Changed the mask to green as a refference to the Mask comics/movie/cartoon
Name:Virgil Negrescu
Age/Gender: Male, Physically 27, Real Age= 83
Appearance (Picture = +10 points):
Although his arms would be covered.
Race: Vampire
Background: Virgil was born and raised in a small town in Romania, the son of a Blacksmith and the local herbalist, he was taught both disciplines, whist he was more competent at the use of herbs.
As a child, he was to be afraid of the dark, as there were ancient evils out there that preyed on the ill-protected. Virgil was told to pray and look to God for answers to his troubles.
This advice would serve as foreshadowing to what would happen next.
One desolate night, there came a creaking from the door, and padded footsteps from the dark. Virgil was awoken to the screams of his parents throats being torn out.
There was blood everywhere, and as he screamed for help, the stranger set on him.
At the instant the vampire bit on him, Virgil remembered of the silver knife under his pillow. He reached for it, found the handle plunged the dagger into the parasite's heart.
For the next few hours, Virgil lay in silence, as he slowly bled into straw in his mattress, his vision blurring until he drifted out of consciousness.
Then he woke up.
Virgil was alive. He looked around the room. His parents were still there, dead. It wasn't a dream.
He saw the vampire on the floor, dagger still in his chest; he realised what he had now become.
He hid himself for many days.
But eventually, rumours started to persist, that one of the baker's daughters had found a body near the Negrescu house. Once the villagers had gathered into a stereotypical angry mob, they marched over to the house.
They found the body of the former vampire, they assumed that he had been slain purposefully, and went to congratulate Virgil.
However by that time, the lust for blood had overtaken him, and he approached them from the shadows and slew every last one of them, before feeding on their still warm bodies.
Disgusted at himself, he sprinted off into the night.
He wandered Europe for many years, losing track of time, his memories, and his hope.
He became a sword for hire, sometimes as a guard, or a bounty hunter that was even hired to hunt the supernatural.
Virgil learned swords skills from various tutors, to further enhance his abilities.
Now seeks a cure for his affliction, or at least knowledge of it. Heard a rumour that it was in Prague.
Personality: When deprived of blood, he is wistful,tired and anxious.
When sated, he is a stoic gentleman and a cool headed individual. He values honour and trust above all, enjoys a good drink with friends.
Weapons: Bastard Sword(Broad-Bladed), Poison, Two Katara (Push Daggers)
One other skill: Knowledge of herbs, to create remedies, treatments or even poisons.
Age/Gender: Male, Physically 27, Real Age= 83
Appearance (Picture = +10 points):
Race: Vampire
Background: Virgil was born and raised in a small town in Romania, the son of a Blacksmith and the local herbalist, he was taught both disciplines, whist he was more competent at the use of herbs.
As a child, he was to be afraid of the dark, as there were ancient evils out there that preyed on the ill-protected. Virgil was told to pray and look to God for answers to his troubles.
This advice would serve as foreshadowing to what would happen next.
One desolate night, there came a creaking from the door, and padded footsteps from the dark. Virgil was awoken to the screams of his parents throats being torn out.
There was blood everywhere, and as he screamed for help, the stranger set on him.
At the instant the vampire bit on him, Virgil remembered of the silver knife under his pillow. He reached for it, found the handle plunged the dagger into the parasite's heart.
For the next few hours, Virgil lay in silence, as he slowly bled into straw in his mattress, his vision blurring until he drifted out of consciousness.
Then he woke up.
Virgil was alive. He looked around the room. His parents were still there, dead. It wasn't a dream.
He saw the vampire on the floor, dagger still in his chest; he realised what he had now become.
He hid himself for many days.
But eventually, rumours started to persist, that one of the baker's daughters had found a body near the Negrescu house. Once the villagers had gathered into a stereotypical angry mob, they marched over to the house.
They found the body of the former vampire, they assumed that he had been slain purposefully, and went to congratulate Virgil.
However by that time, the lust for blood had overtaken him, and he approached them from the shadows and slew every last one of them, before feeding on their still warm bodies.
Disgusted at himself, he sprinted off into the night.
He wandered Europe for many years, losing track of time, his memories, and his hope.
He became a sword for hire, sometimes as a guard, or a bounty hunter that was even hired to hunt the supernatural.
Virgil learned swords skills from various tutors, to further enhance his abilities.
Now seeks a cure for his affliction, or at least knowledge of it. Heard a rumour that it was in Prague.
Personality: When deprived of blood, he is wistful,tired and anxious.
When sated, he is a stoic gentleman and a cool headed individual. He values honour and trust above all, enjoys a good drink with friends.
Weapons: Bastard Sword(Broad-Bladed), Poison, Two Katara (Push Daggers)
One other skill: Knowledge of herbs, to create remedies, treatments or even poisons.
It took me a while to get around to writing this, I've been studying like mad and I've taken a break to write this up.
Name: Erland
Age/Gender: 23 but has the appearance of one far older, male
Appearance:
Human form, aged beyond his years, wears a wide brimmed hat and has amber eyes
Shapeshifted form, Great Grey Owl
Race: Shapeshifter
Background: Where Erland was really born is unknown, he was found wandering through the snow drifts near a remote Norwegian community at a young age and spoke nothing of what happened before this time. The community still practiced the old ways and life there was hard. Erland was unsuited to this lifestyle and did not learn fast, earning him a reputation for incompetence to the point it was suggested that he wasn?t a fool because he had been abandoned in the snow and had rather been abandoned in the snow because he was a fool.
In order to become a full-fledged hunter for the community, Erland first had to pass a test where he was to stay awake in the woods all night, a task he failed multiple times. In desperation he performed a ritual to contact Loki to ask him for aid. He fell into a trance where he did indeed communicate with Loki who promised to give him the ability to stay awake at night as if it were in his nature. Not understanding what Loki was suggesting Erland agreed and also asked if he could be made wise and have the eyes of a great hunter.
When he awoke from the trance he could barely keep his eyes open despite the fact it was the middle of the day and he had just been resting. Everything around him seemed far too bright and even his legs felt unsuited for walking. His strange behaviour worsened at his final meal where he ate only raw meat and was struck by strange compulsions to regurgitate his food as if his stomach could not digest it. Despite this, he was sent out into the woods all the same to perform his test; the hunters expecting to find him curled up asleep where they left him like every other time.
Instead, the moment they were out of sight, Erland was overtaken by his transformation, slipping in and out of consciousness in a horrendous nightmare. At times he would wake up to find himself flying through the air or find himself sprawled on the ground eating rats. For days it seemed that he rapidly swapped between man and beast, with little control over either form until final the man and the owl became one. Yet when Erland stumbled out of the woods he was no longer the same man that went in, aged far beyond his years, walking with a pronounced limb and perhaps the strangest of all, his eyes were now amber in colour.
Needless to say, Erland could not well stay in civilised society now and he left to wander all over. In solitude he gradually learned to restrain his bizarre eating habits and tried to correct his sleeping pattern with varied success. After stealing a wide brimmed hat from a sleeping traveller and fashioning himself a staff Erland drifted through villages, passing himself off as an old man. However he never a found a place where he felt he belonged and always returned to his wandering. Unfortunately he attracted a little too much attention in Prague and was arrested on suspicion of being a witch.
Personality: Aged well before his time, Erland appears to be in a permanently foul mood, his short temper punctuated by endless grumbling, pessimism and excessive paranoia about the most mundane of things. Behind all this though, he still has good heart and would intervene to help someone, albeit grudgingly.
Weapons: Staff, short sword
Woodworking: Erland took up woodwork as a hobby, learning from the village craftsman to fashion simple objects, he does this mostly for amusement.
Age/Gender: 23 but has the appearance of one far older, male
Appearance:
Human form, aged beyond his years, wears a wide brimmed hat and has amber eyes
Shapeshifted form, Great Grey Owl
Race: Shapeshifter
Background: Where Erland was really born is unknown, he was found wandering through the snow drifts near a remote Norwegian community at a young age and spoke nothing of what happened before this time. The community still practiced the old ways and life there was hard. Erland was unsuited to this lifestyle and did not learn fast, earning him a reputation for incompetence to the point it was suggested that he wasn?t a fool because he had been abandoned in the snow and had rather been abandoned in the snow because he was a fool.
In order to become a full-fledged hunter for the community, Erland first had to pass a test where he was to stay awake in the woods all night, a task he failed multiple times. In desperation he performed a ritual to contact Loki to ask him for aid. He fell into a trance where he did indeed communicate with Loki who promised to give him the ability to stay awake at night as if it were in his nature. Not understanding what Loki was suggesting Erland agreed and also asked if he could be made wise and have the eyes of a great hunter.
When he awoke from the trance he could barely keep his eyes open despite the fact it was the middle of the day and he had just been resting. Everything around him seemed far too bright and even his legs felt unsuited for walking. His strange behaviour worsened at his final meal where he ate only raw meat and was struck by strange compulsions to regurgitate his food as if his stomach could not digest it. Despite this, he was sent out into the woods all the same to perform his test; the hunters expecting to find him curled up asleep where they left him like every other time.
Instead, the moment they were out of sight, Erland was overtaken by his transformation, slipping in and out of consciousness in a horrendous nightmare. At times he would wake up to find himself flying through the air or find himself sprawled on the ground eating rats. For days it seemed that he rapidly swapped between man and beast, with little control over either form until final the man and the owl became one. Yet when Erland stumbled out of the woods he was no longer the same man that went in, aged far beyond his years, walking with a pronounced limb and perhaps the strangest of all, his eyes were now amber in colour.
Needless to say, Erland could not well stay in civilised society now and he left to wander all over. In solitude he gradually learned to restrain his bizarre eating habits and tried to correct his sleeping pattern with varied success. After stealing a wide brimmed hat from a sleeping traveller and fashioning himself a staff Erland drifted through villages, passing himself off as an old man. However he never a found a place where he felt he belonged and always returned to his wandering. Unfortunately he attracted a little too much attention in Prague and was arrested on suspicion of being a witch.
Personality: Aged well before his time, Erland appears to be in a permanently foul mood, his short temper punctuated by endless grumbling, pessimism and excessive paranoia about the most mundane of things. Behind all this though, he still has good heart and would intervene to help someone, albeit grudgingly.
Weapons: Staff, short sword
Woodworking: Erland took up woodwork as a hobby, learning from the village craftsman to fashion simple objects, he does this mostly for amusement.
Can I just have an inkling as to how your character would be different to humans physically? Otherwise, all good!JokerboyJordan said:
Does the mask have any effects on his normal psyche?willofbob said:
Haven't started yet. Just letting you know, your clothes will rip when you turnThat Annoying Guy said:
How often/long do you intend to turn for, if at all? We will start this soon, just letting you all know
Thanks! Good to know that I can still write coherently after drowning in maths for a weekend.
I just wanted to check something, you've noted that a werewolf's clothes rip when they change, I'm operating under the assumption that the same thing doesn't happen to a shapeshifter, is that true or not?
I just wanted to check something, you've noted that a werewolf's clothes rip when they change, I'm operating under the assumption that the same thing doesn't happen to a shapeshifter, is that true or not?
.Voidrunner said:
If you change into a large owl, then your clothes would not follow you around, but you won't rip them apart either. When you change back you'll be naked.