Fragments of The Soul (OOC, Closed) {Mature}

[Myr]

Perhaps curiosity is what draws one to the rather new posting at the crossroad, the sheet of material looking suspiciously like it was made from something other than paper and catching the light with a strange, glossy sheen like it'd been waxed.

More interesting was the strange, flowing script written upon it, the style looking remarkably archaic for the times yet rather legible and done in a color that reminds one of dried blood or the juice of some fruit.

'To those with...how we say, adventuresome interests:

We present you with the opportunity to both do a considerably (Hopefully) good favor for our people and those concerned in the immediate environs of our territory and earn an exceptional reward for your troubles....

That is, if you can stay alive long enough to claim your reward. Not only will the opportunity itself prove dangerous, but the land itself will be quite...unforgiving, you could say, to those whom do not belong as we and our allies do. Do not fear, you may bring companions! The rewards will be individually given based on one's performance in rendering aide, and ending the problem with as little chaos as possible. Otherwise your bodies will be disposed of in a fashion that is to our liking-if there is anything left of them.

But to the point of the issue. There is an instigator that is beyond our power-yea, even our leader may not cast them down with what power he has at his disposal. This one we believe evil, and due to their efforts not all of us can be trusted. Then again, many of us cannot be trusted anyway, despite the recognized desire for outside aide.

If you wish to know more, head to the town of Prinem, and look for the inn referred to as Shalebreakers' Haven. You will meet one whom can tell you more, and make arrangements for what should be a safe arrival at your destination....

Oh, and please be ready to talk about yourselves! If you wish, you may leave information there.'

A small arrow, well-drawn with the shaft designed like a bone, points to the right where a stone happens to be. It wasn't there before! Ah well, upon it was a sheaf of material similar to the posting, and by it a sealed bottle that looked to be of ink...

Upon each and every one of them, when examined, were the same words, right down to what appeared, ridiculously enough, a set of rules! And was that a small, scribbled warning at the bottom? Hmm...

Name:

Age (Optional) :

Species/race:

Description:

History:

Abilities of interest:

Other abilities (If applicable) :

Optional trivia:


Rules

'No 'Godmodding'. If you're not sure about your actions, ask about them first! Consider yourself warned, as reprisal will be swift and with little mercy-especially for repeat offenders.

'Our land is dangerous, so if you have questions about abilities you wish for your character to have, please ask. Weapons can be relatively modern as well, but nothing outrageous. Ask about and describe said 'modern' weapons-we don't want things around that can decimate the locale. Otherwise, swords, staves, spears...even bows and magic are allowable.

'Virtually all species, be they Demon, Being, or Mythos, are able to come...just don't expect it to be easy because of what you are.  In the case of dragons, however, it would be best to remain in one's 'being' form unless necessary. The largest Gryphon breed is not, however, permitted...we have our reasons. Fae are questionable, and one will have to give a good accounting on their presence.

'Be very cautious as to what one says at your destination...even the vaguest of promises can be taken seriously, among other things.

'Finally, try and enjoy your time here...if you can. Oh, and don't aggravate the locals too much...We really hate that.'

And hastily scribbled as if to be a final thought...

A word of warning. There will be violence, disturbing moments, and other things of such nature. Be careful, lest you find yourself encountering far more than you bargained for! May Nekkorum have pity on those whom make such an error....



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Approved/Active characters:

Meany: Dhōngami B. Brightshine

Boogeyman: Renald Dirkassen

Cogidubnus: Cogidubnus Mithlome

Tipod: Bart Thom'sen

Danman: Vladim A. Eisenberg

Kafzeil: Kafzeil Harkonnen

Squirrelwizard: Cinna Dian

[Chairtastic]

Well, this is certainly interest-piquing.  Exactly how modern is this rp, not only in technology, but fashion and culture as well?  Should t-shirts be readily available, and should women be chatty about their beliefs?  Technology wise, are we talking electric lights, or is it still mostly candles and/or magic?  For weapons, are we still working with flintlock pistols, or have repeating weapons come to bear?

More to come as the creative juices start to flow.

[Boog]

Hey, you know I want in. Gimme a bit to pick a character and get some things together.

[Myr]

Meany? Heheh, I'd say much of what you'll encounter there won't be modern, but yes, you can easily say a lady's free with her beliefs, the clothing are mildly hip and fashionable- and think the 1970s to 1980s with technology that you can claim familiarity with and possibly even see.

I personally say there's an even mix of magic and relatively modern weapons, and perhaps weapons that even operate on magic, if one wants to be so inclined. As noted, feel free to discuss the matter with me, and we can work out. If you're the type that likes 'Steampunk' style stuff (Like an interesting example, a false arm that works on a set of gears and similar things), that can also be discussed.

And yes, I can see repeating weapons being usable depending on one's inclinations-just keep in mind you're rather unlikely to find munitions out there! So, keep a good standby handy if you want my recommendation.

Hopefully that clears a little, eh?

And yep, I know full well you want in on the possibly unpleasant mess available, Boog!

[techmaster-glitch]

Hmm... an interestingly vauge adventure...and from the same person who brought me the drone-munching troll, how can I say no?

[Chairtastic]

Why yes, that cleared things up nicely.   Thank you.

And now for more questions:  Would you like character sheets posted here, or PMed first, then posted when/if they are accepted?  Do you have any rules about particularly exotic crossbreeds; Were/Phoenix(B) for example?  Dare I ask you spoil the beginning scenery's climate, for fashion purposes-Whether or not to pack a parka, for example?

[Myr]

*Snicker* Why yes Glitch, that would be the same fellow. And at least yah learned not to bring strange, shiny things in front of his mouth eh? But I digress.

It'd probably be best to send me the sheets via PM first, so we can work it over and settle any problems with minimal embarrassment to both parties Meany. *Grins* Thanks for bringing that up!

Also...that is an interesting question you bring up about exotic species. The only thing I can really say about that is I'm rather willing to listen to details about such characters, and as such can decide if they'd work into the scene with little fuss and even help work out things with them-especially where abilities can be concerned.

The only real issue I'd have is with the C-class gryphons, since they're far too large to be manageable in the scene (Dragons are manageable, especially since they can be in their being form for convenience)! The best way to find out if they're agreeable is to draft up a sheet for them, and work it over with me.

And...I'll keep the scenery as a surprise. *Chuckles* Though I'll be honest, if you bring a parka it'd have to be for something other than to keep warm!

[That_wolf]

I have two questions. One: What is the limit of characters everyone is allowed to make? I understand having one guy running around with 6 or so is a *bit* crazy, but is it one, to or three? Also, I have to leave, for about a week today. I was wondering if I could register now, then, when I return from my trip, could drop in. Is that allowable?

[Cogidubnus]

Sounds interesting. I'd be up for this. Is the idea to create a something of a party, or do we simply have the option of more than one character?

[Kafzeil]

I might join. This could be fun.>=3

[Myr]

Wolf, Cog? It's better if it's a party theme, since I seriously agree that a load of characters for one person could be hectic. Heh, I'm going to be dealing with that anyway, depending on various situations.

Anyway. If anything, one or two characters per person depending on their preference, and things will be easier for those willing to work together-or at if they least pretend to, heh. More would be kind of crazy! So yes Cog, you could have a partner for your primary should you so desire, but they'd need at least a 'mini-reference' for themselves so I know what they can do. If you want the extra hassle, that's fine by me.

I will fairly warn, however-your primary could be found suitable, whilst a second character might not. Or vice-versa. I'll do my best to give my reasons in those situations, so no worries.

And Wolf? Well, it depends on when the scene starts. If necessary, I can find a means to slip you in when you get back, but it'll be tricky depending on how far everyone gets in that time-going solo can have some interesting, if some potentially unpleasant, deviations if one's not careful.

Also, interest noted Kafzeil!

[VAE]

I might be interested too, that is, if the game KarlOmega1 has posted for a call dies the lack-of-interest death it seems to be in agony from.
That is, i am not inciting anyone not to subscribe there, the opposite rather, just explaining the facts.

[techmaster-glitch]

I wonder if I could bring Traxen into this one...I might need a little more background on what this RP is going to be about in that case, so I can give him a suitable motivation...

[Myr]

Details are on their way Glitch, but don't noise'em around too much. *Chuckles* I'd like at least a few surprises to be handy...but as it is, you get to decide on that.

And oh? Well, that's fine Danman. If yah don't get in the first time, and when others are able to be called in, feel free to try then too.

[Chairtastic]

Fear me, puny mortals!  For this character has been approved by the GM!  Hail the leafy goodness!

Name:  Dhōngami B. Brightshine.

Age (Optional) : 19

Species/race: Angel/Mythos crossbreed.

Description: At first glance, a earthen colored Creature.  Just barely over five feet tall, toned build, with a mostly cream color to his fur; with the exception of a light brown color that engulfs his hands and feet, spreading to half of his shins and forearms; as well as a large swath of white over his abdominal muscles and inner thighs.  Ears are a bit longer than normal, flattening out to mere centimeter thinness, showing the veins therein, a similar phenomena is present in the tail, though the flattened portion is much greater than the non.  Small green shoots sprout up from random portions of his body, particularly at the wrists and ankles, but a small amount along the back of his neck, and his right shoulder blade.  A single feathered wing sprouts from his left shoulder, mostly cream colored, with green primary feathers.  A short, blunt face indicative of feline ancestry, large brown eyes, and bright green hair kept in a short crop.  Clothes are loose, brown pants that stop just past the knee with a black belt to hold them up; white shirt with the back altered to accommodate his wing and shoots; a satchel bag, hanging off the left shoulder; and simple cloth shoes with a thick sole.  He carries with him a spear roughly as tall as he is long, with a sheathed leaf blade at one end, and a metal ball at the other.

History:  Born as the bastard son of an Angel and his Mythos concubine, Dhōngami was not well liked by either of his parents; his father for the fact he was forced to provide for Dhōngami and his mother; and his mother because Dhōngami cost her a job as a very wealthy Angel's concubine.  Dhōngami, despite being grown in a pod like his Mother before him, was more like his father than his mother, leading to not being well received with his Mythos kin.  Once he was fully grown, he left, and encountered a peculiar sign at a crossroads.

Abilities of interest:  
   Mage: Dhōngami has access to both Light and Plant themed magics, sometimes using the former to accelerate the speed of the latter.  His plant magic differs from the norm, in that he cannot command plants, per se, to grow as he wishes, but merely provides the energy to them to grow drastically, and asks for favors in return; usually this works, particularly when he aides the growth of trees, which he claims are much more helpful than lesser plant-life, with the odd exception, like oaks.  He carries seeds with him, to facilitate his magic more easily, as younger, more impressionable plants tend to give favors more freely.  His Light magic is limited, due to a lack of formal education, to minor to moderate healing, illuminating, and Light Magic Missiles.
   Part-Angel: Dhōngami has some of the perks of Angel ancestry, namely being able to harden his skin to the strength of stone on a moments notice, and slightly faster than normal thinking processes; his one wing, while not allowing him to fly, helps him to control his falling, by allowing him to spiral down like a helicopter seed.  His regenerative abilities are vastly slower than a full-blooded Angel's would be, and consumes a large amount of energy to accomplish.
   Part-Plant: Dhōngami's being partly a plant, allows him to communicate with most forms of plant-life, in the form of impressions, feelings, and sensory data, rather than words; he has stated that trees are whom he communicates best with, as they are much more intelligent than lesser plant-life, like flowers.  He can also analyze the chemical content of soil and water by ingesting a small amount.  Conversely, he is vulnerable to extreme temperatures, a variety of insects, pests, diseases, and biologically cannot produce fat, thus needing to eat every day.  The shoots that grow from his body are tied directly to his nervous system, serving to analyze his surroundings, giving him heightened senses, and spacial awareness; such as knowledge of incoming objects, their speed, and a rough estimate of their size depending on the amount of displaced air.  His sensory range is at the best of times, fifteen feet behind to the right, with five feet directly to the sides, and virtually nonexistent directly ahead and behind to the left; but increasing activity and persons within that range can severely hamper his abilities.  These shoots also allow him to detect changes of moisture in the air, as well as static electricity; in short, detecting incoming storm-fronts.  However these shoots also produce immense pain when damaged or violently removed, and his ability to detect with them is dependent upon the density of their grouping, and the area they group upon.  He can use photosynthesis to give him a quick boost of energy, but it is mainly used to strengthen his immune system, and regenerative abilities; he has a digestive tract for a reason, as it is where he gains most of his nutrition.  He is at his weakest at night.
   Spear-man:  Dhōngami is skilled at using his spear, both as a staff and a cutting/stabbing weapon.  He subscribes to the belief that the weapon is part of the wielder, not as a slave, but a partner, working with the wielder only so long as it wishes to.  This is partially supported by the fact he grew the weapon's shaft with his own Plant magic, and the wood has yet to fully go dormant.

Other abilities (If applicable) : Dhōngami has an seemingly perpetual supply of honey flavored, ration-like candies, rich in sugars, iron, and a few vitamins; he gives these out freely, if his companions are in need of a quick boost. He can function as an apothecary of sorts, using his knowledge of plants to develop a variety of cures, but in the interest of maintaining good relations with the majority of plant-life, he refrains whenever possible.  His brain doesn't work in the same way most other Creatures do, in the first it is not as centralized in its functions, lessening the debilitating effects of brain damage, and preventing some diseases which attack the brain to flourish; he also does not feel emotions as easily as other Creatures, easily compartmentalizing, however when he does feel something, it tends to linger.   Due to his youth, he has not quite mastered the concept of thinking ahead, but at manipulating others he is moderately adept.

Optional trivia:
Dhōngami's middle name is Bethesda.  His favorite food is four cheese pizza, not five cheese, or three cheese; four cheese.  His spear's name is Fumetsu.  His satchel carries a change of clothes, and pouches of seeds for use with his Plant magic, most of them are tree seeds.  Dhōngami's relationship with his family is a sensitive subject, and while he has compartmentalized the issue, it is loosely done, at best.


[[Edited to fix a brainfart.    See the Abilities of Interest section under Part Plant, now with new less power-gaming smell!]]

[Myr]

After considerable thought and a load of questions to probe the boundaries...approved.

[ninjawolf]

Name: Felix Cain
Age: 20
Race: Humanoid wolf
Description: Felix is a member of a little known race called the arcanus lupinius or magic wolves though almost identical in appearance as the rightly feared werewolves they are a highly intelligent and peaceful if reclusive species they arte also feircly hateful of their werewolf cousins and will cut them down if they encounter any. Felix is a rather extraordinary example within this species for his dark blue fur which is said to be the mark of a hero he is tall though not above average for his race standing at 6'2 he has one red eye and one light blue eye. Though slightly frightening to behold to people not familiar with his race Felix is an extremely friendly person and is slightly naive never have gone far from his village though not a coward if he feels he does not have a chance he will run but is highly loyal to his friends (thanks to his canine nature) and will stand by their side no matter what.
he wears no clothing except for a pair of black denim jeans and a swordbelt.
in terms of weaponry he carries a long sword made of silver with a ruby encrusted in the cross guard given to him by his father and a steel shield emblazoned with his village's crest that is given to all warriors that leave the village.
abilities: Felix is a good swordsman and has the ability to talk to all canines and to make spirit forms of his claws that are about 5 times their normal length he can learn magic from both holy and wild schools

[ninjawolf]

srry i forgot history
history: Felix was born to a warrior and a baker his family was not rich but they were highly respected in the community, when Felix was six his mother was on a walk through the woods and was attacked by a group of werewoilves and killed after this Felix's father raised him to be a warrior and when he turned nineteen he left the village and headed to the outside world.

[e_voyager]

i have a tendency to lean towards mega-man style characters or there equivalents as applied to a magical universe. would this be okay?

[Myr]

Hmm. Ninjawolf, as much as I'd have liked that Pm'd...after I've had some sleep, I'll discuss yer character a bit. *Grins* Expect a PM later, eh? Been running on empty for over twenty-four hours here.

And E_voyager? Well, you'll have to draft up a character sheet and let me look it over. If I see any discrepancies I'll let you know...and thusly help yah get to a suitable equivalent that could mesh in well. As noted earlier, a steam-punkish character could work, depending. Heh, I didn't mention something like an (almost) clockwork arm for nothing, you see.

[Boog]

Name: Renald Dirkassen

Age (Optional) : 35

Species/race: Doberman/ Being

Description: Brown hair, tall and broadly built. Grey eyes. Usual expression ranges from a benign smile to a smirk.

History:

17 years ago-
The local demon lord, Fen'dokis, also known as Red Fen, had recently been divorced and was taking it poorly. As a direct result, Renald's village was burning. Being just the local blacksmith's apprentice, not a warrior or adventurer, he'd been helpless. Red Fen had left him for last, having been offended by the way the boy had looked at him when he'd killed his master. Fen was the victim here. He just needed to relieve some stress. And so he explained to the boy, that this is how the world works. That the strong could do whatever they had strength to achieve. He had every right to act this way, and this boy had no right to scream that he didn't, over and over. So he demonstrated his point. On every man woman and child in the village.
"And that's how it is." The demon finally said, wiping the blood on the hem of his robe. "Now I'm sure you consider it unfair now, but I really think that this will be a good learning experience for you. Focus on the positive, grow up a little wiser..." Red Fen turned away, and began to walk home.
The hardening of a demon's skin against injury is a reflex action, that can't really take place when the demon doesn't see an attack coming. Renald's eyes darkened, staring at the back of the man walking away. He pulled his hammer out of his workman's coat...
And became strong.

3 Years Ago-
Legends are told, in some less civilized towns, of a man who hunts creatures. He could be called an adventurer. He has the license. And he has the demeanor of a man who knows that what he does is good. He wears gleaming armor with a slight copper hue, and wields an enchanted hammer reminiscent of a demon's skull, coated in molten steel. He wears gloves of some tan leathery substance, with notches at the tips where there were once shell-shaped fingernails. He wore armor that could turn aside dragon's teeth and blasts of arcane power.
And he was always, always seeking more creatures.

Abilities of interest: Being a skilled blacksmith, Renald keeps pieces of whatever creature's he's killed to augment his equipment. So far he has-
A hammer, containing the soul of Red Fen, crafted from the demon's own skull. This hammer's arcane energies allow it to hit harder than his own (admittedly already prodigious) strength would allow. He'll frequently talk to it. Those gifted enough to hear it talk back may be a little disturbed by it.
He has several angel feathers woven into his hair. While they don't look very intimidating, he claims their remaining magic allows him to think and react faster.
He carries two knives. One's a simple hunters carving knife, which he uses on his kills to get bits to use for more equipment. The other is made from an Insectis stinger, and whatever wounds it causes are always poisonous.
A suit of armor, constructed of an alloy of iron and dragonscale. It's very heavy armor, but he's gotten very used to wearing it, and thus moves at a being's normal speed in it. It's very strong; his masterpiece as a blacksmith. He's prone to bragging that one day, when some demon or monstrosity inevitably gets the better of him and drops him into a volcano, they'll find this armor fossilized in it years later, still useable.
He has a pair of gloves made from the hide of a were, while it was in human form. They retain some small amount of a were's magic immunity, and can be used to deflect oncoming spells.
A cape made of  succubus wings. When he wraps it around himself, this cape blends in with his surroundings, its remaining shapeshifting abilities allowing him to hide with ease.

Other abilities (If applicable) : Is a skilled craftsman, sometimes takes to making small metal figurines to sell simply to augment his income.
He's a skilled brawler even without his equipment, but doesn't like to be away from it for too long.
He knows some magic, but only that which relates to blacksmithing or enchanting weapons and armor.

Optional trivia: Renald tends to make creatures uncomfortable, just because of how he looks at them. He's rarely looking at their face, unless he thinks there might be useful parts inside it.
Plays a mean saxaphone, but hasn't in years. No reason, it's just that with all the other stuff he carries from place to place he prefers to travel light.
Generally comes off as chivilrous and gallant, to beings.

[Myr]

Wow Boog. Wow.

Approved, after having an interesting discussion involving some of the finer points of his equipment.

[Cogidubnus]

Name: Cogidubnus Mithlome

Age: 544

Species: Were

Description:
An old, scarred wolf, with yellow eyes and grey fur. His tattered clothing consists of an open, threadbare black shirt and black cotton pants, and bare feet. A black sash trimmed in red is wrapped around his waist, where he carries a curved blade, all in black and with silver furniture. Various silver charms hang from his neck and wrists, and his grayed-silver hair is tied back at his waist. He carries a much larger sword over his shoulder, that blade a good three feet in length. The sheath is etched in whorls of silver - beneath the wrapping of the handle, there are two apple blossoms - one of silver, and one of gold. A bag secured by a rope hangs from the other side of his belt.

He is personable, but can sometimes be aloof, and occasionally comes across as dull. He is an avid lover of poetry, and the events that go on around him will occasionally spur a verse to his lips. He is kind, but has spent much of his life as a killer, and he would feel the term warrior-poet would apply to him.

History:
"I found a skull in the woods yesterday. It was caved in, and the jaw was missing, but I found a bit of ligament hanging from the inside of what was left of the left jawbone. My first guess would have been trolls, but trolls eat the bones. So do ogres. I would rather not contemplate the idea of there being cannibals in the forest. Or perhaps something worse.

More and more, I find myself taking an interest in the settling of old evils, and new ones when I can, and the clearing of the truly dangerous places. I'm a fool for doing it - I will die in the attempt, probably soon - but I somehow feel that I owe it to somebody. To a lot of people, I suppose.
I've always been content to let the world sort itself out, but now...I feel as though I need to make it a better place. My god, I've become a meddler.
No, perhaps not. I have no interest in governance, beings or creatures. Let others do that, if it must be done. But I cannot deny that there are still monsters in this world.

I say monster for what it truly means. Something that is a monster. Inhuman. Cockatrice and basilisk, the crawling dark of the undead, the nameless dreads that walk the darkness. The Worm that Walks. The King in Yellow. Even people, once human, and now no longer. Genetics seldom determine humanity, I have found. I have seen what goes on behind stone walls, in basements and dungeons where no-one thinks they can be seen. Monsters are monsters, and they wear many skins.

The old monsters are dying. There are cities where towns used to die. Walls and guns, roads and police. The old monsters don't belong here anymore, and are slowly being replaced by new ones. Ones I cannot fight.
The ones out in the darkness, the Old monsters that eat your body and drink the blood, and leave crushed skulls with bits of flesh attatched: the ones that make the night terrifying - only I can fight that. I, and those like me. Adventurers. I suppose until they are all dead, there is a place for us yet. A way to make the world a little better, at least, for a little while.

Perhaps I will start wandering again."

His long and varied history is something he tends to keep to himself, although he is vain enough that he takes pleasure in being known in some circles. As a swordsman, a mage hunter, and to his amusement as an occasional heretic, a fool and something of a wandering drifter.

He did not start life as anything remotely approaching special - excepting that he was a Were, although he did not know it, and he grew up as the child of being parents. His curse, placed upon him at a young age by a powerful and sadistic priest, gave him Lycanthropy, with which he has lived most of his life, and is what has gifted him with his eight-hundred year lifespan.
His cursing gave him a hatred of magic-users. This was something that he would nurture for many years to come. He made a name and a small fortune for himself killing mages. It was this business that brought him, approximately two-hundred years after he was cursed, to the doors of a strange castle, in strange lands.
The events there changed him in fundamental ways. In accordance with some with the wiles of some devil, haunting the place, he was 'gifted' with the powers of an archmage, including the talent for magery, and the near encyclopedic memory of magic. Before all was said and done, he lost a foot, his first sword, and nearly his life getting out.
Rescued by one of his fellow companions in that dungeon, he became the guest and brief patient of a clan of dragons. They gave him healing, clothing, food, broke the curse of the archmage that was still lingering after the destruction of that place, made his leg whole again, and gifted him with a new sword - a replica of his old one. He stayed there for many years, and he has thereafter been seen from time to time speaking with white dragons, or a lady in grey robes.
The matriarch of the clan eventually found a reason to send him away, for his own probable good, and he has largely wandered ever since then, sometimes teaching, sometimes killing, but with less enthusiasm these days. He no longer works as a mercenary, and he's beginning to feel the weight of all the blood that he's shed over the years settling on his soul.


Abilities of Interest:
Physical: Cogidubnus has not slowed with age. If anything, he has grown more deadly with time and practice, and practices a form of swordsmanship known as 'quick-draw'.
He can, from a standstill, draw and strike faster than most can perceive. A flash of silver is the most people tend to see of his fighting style. His long lifetime has allowed him more time to practice his art than even most grandmasters of the art, and he has been practicing. His swordsmanship, along with his inhuman speed, are his greatest strengths.
The larger sword is a relatively new addition to his style. Quick-draw styles do not suit themselves to use with very large weapons. With practice, however, he has found that he can draw and wield it it nearly as fast as the smaller sword at his waist, and that the greater reach and power can sometimes be useful.

Lycanthropy: Lycanthropy is something that the Were has lived with for almost all of his life, and he managed to overcome the curse's full-moon madness long ago. As he could no longer live if the curse did not still affect him, he has done his best to make full use of it. Even outside of the full moon, the curse still affects his body - his speed and strength are better, his eyes are yellow, his fangs just a bit too long, and his senses sharp.
The interactions of lycanthropy with the body are strange, and they tend to function by intensifying the natural and spiritual energies of the body to excess, to disrupt them - in disrupting the balance, they destabilize the cursed, and allows the curse itself to shift their form. In combination with his training, the wolf has taught himself both to keep the balance, and to manipulate those energies. He can do this both internally, and externally, which takes the form of nearly-invisible waves of force. He can be gentle enough to move an apple, shatter glass, or crush bones, depending on how hard he concentrates. This does not come without cost - such use of energy tires him quickly, and can exhaust him.
The last use he has found from lycanthropy is somewhat accidental, and not something that he actively does. There are two minds in his head - him, and then The Wolf. The bloodthirsty, slavering creature is nearly without intelligence, and though cunning, usually lost in the red sea of bloodlust. Most who read his mind have difficulty seperating the two minds, and the Wolf can sometimes be disturbing.

Knowledge: The last of his abilities of note is the knowledge he gleaned from his brief stint as an Archmage. While the curse granted him both knowledge and power, when the curse was broken, only the power left him. While he does not possess perfect recall, and his knowledge is nowhere near absolute, he retains a very large working knowledge of magical principles and legends. He has none of the talent, but for such things that do not require it, he is quite capable. His ability to recognize what an angry wizard was about to do has saved him more than twice.

Other Abilities: A large knowledge of poetry, a capable survivalist in the forest (turning into a wolf means never having to pack your deer rifle), a slight knowledge of calligraphy, and a very small ability to function at a high tea.

Although he hated spellcasters, he recognized the value of magic - charms were a way of cheating, for him. Being able to use magic without being a magic user. He has five.
The Broken Moon: Imbues everything it touches with holy magic and holy properties.
Winter's Bite: Imbues a weapon with cold properties.
Iridescence: Creates a shield of holy magics around the user.
St. Angela's Cross: An Amethyst-studded cross that can heal minor wounds.
Coin of Storms: A coin that can absorb and store light, and emit it later.

They store two charges each, except for the coin, which must be in direct sunlight for a day before it will work again. It takes him at least eight hours to recharge them.

Optional Trivia:
Il'Penseroso.

Is fond of coffee, whiskey, and nighttime on rolling plains, where the wind never stops.


asdkfjafdkjhasd;l; FINALLY DONE

[Myr]

Cog, approved. *Grins impishly* Change the name if you want, I'll wait to hyperlink until you decide.

Tipod? You're also approved. Feel free to put up your sheet.

As to Ninjawolf...*Sigh* I'm sorry chap, but denied at this point in time. It was decent, but I think he'd do much better later instead of sooner! Oh, yes, I have some possible plans for him, depending on how things develop and he can be slipped in. Just be patient, okay?

[Boog]

Wow Boog. Wow.

Approved, after having an interesting discussion involving some of the finer points of his equipment.

Good wow? I figure it gives him an obvious plot hook. Omnomnom creatures.

[Tipod]

I'll just tuck this in right here.

Name: Bart Thom'sen

Age: 165

Species/race: Demon/ethnically Hyena

Description: Relatively brawny and proportioned like your stereotypical hoodlum, Bart's overall frame is nothing particularly imposing. However, up close his form is disconcerting: very dark and rough, scaled flesh, hands which taper off into three-inch claws, prominent red eyes, a mouth not unlike a small beartrap with assorted canines, and a lack of ears, hair, or nose. He carries himself rather casually, slouching and stretching his legs out whenever possible, and assumes an vaguely simian posture when moving quickly or fighting. No sign of wings, horns, or prehensile trail, but does sport a crude, white Thom'sen family branding on his right bicep: a circle cut in two, a pair of a pair of fangs jutting from the bottom of the upper half and a single one from the lower.

Though not particularly educated or refined for his age, Bart is at least an agreeable and occasionally charming person. He'll joke, rib others, and generally be a fool when the atmosphere is light, but when things pick up, it takes only a second to refocus. Bart knows his audiences and when to shut his mouth, making it relatively easy to schmooze and bond with others. Although he still tends to make assumptions based on appearances and actions: if someone looks and sounds like trouble, he'll be leery of them.

His own personal sense of justice boils down to "don't be a total creep, do the right thing" school of thought, though even he realizes that such ideals are difficult to uphold in a world with soul-sucking, mind-eating monsters.

History: Born out of wedlock between a Thom'sen mother and a father from the dogmatic demon Clan Jacobii, young Bartholomew would have been a healthy little canine/feline Creature like his cousin Raffiele, but Jacobii would have none of it. Cursed from birth by their petty magics, Bart came out as an implacable monster, still demonic but with a bizarre lack of features. The Thom'sens dropped the issue immediately rather than risk an open feud by challenging Jacobii custom and authority.

Since then, Bart had taken up the usual mantle of clan enforcer, marshaling in frontier territories and towns bordering hostile regions. With the dawning of the modern era and the general safety that came with it, however, there became less of a need for active patrolling and personal protection of owned villages: what hamlet needed constant watch by one or two demons when firearms and mages were so ubiquitous? Even the local Adventurer academies were stepping up their licensing process, paving the way for smarter and more professional monster hunters.

Without a sense of purpose, Bart moved to a nearby city and became a chef at a Creature bar and grill, The Thirsty Ursa. A good job, to be sure, but seven years of inner-city hustle and bustle left him bored. A safer world was always great, but he missed being able to do definite good for helpless people, and the excitement of being on the threshold of dangerous territory. If only there were some place he could go, a region that could get his blood coursing all over again like the good old days...

Abilities of interest: -As a member of clan Thom'sen, Bart enjoys considerable self-healing prowess, along with the typical demonic abilities such as hardening flesh and super-strength. Cuts, bruises, lacerations and even dismemberment can't keep a good Thom'sen down. Not to say that Bart is invincible; far from it, if Bart is decapitated or his head pulverized, he will be very much dead. Even lost limbs and organs take considerable time to heal on their own, and in the meantime, he'd be effectively crippled.
-Bart has a natural affinity for pyromancy, mostly in the form of igniting himself for various practical (and frivolous) purposes. While skilled in the parts of fire magic he can grasp, learning new techniques or schools of mysticism is very, very difficult for him.
-No stranger to combat, Bart loves grappling and fighting with short implements, particularly improvised ones such as rocks, chairs, wooden planks, metal pipes, and anything else lying on the floor. More exotic weapons tend to get a pass from him, as he enjoys the ease and utility of much simpler tools. Not a particularly experienced gunslinger, though he knows enough about them to not blast his foot off.

Other abilities/quirks: -A reasonably talented chef, Bart enjoys whipping up tasty meals whenever he gets the chance. Which isn't very often when he's in the field, but he enjoys the opportunity.
-Bart is unable to magically alter his appearance thanks to a powerful and persisting family curse. Any attempts to change his looks through anything other than physical means will render him violently ill for several hours.

Optional trivia: -Though familiar with Creatures, Bart finds himself more at ease around beings and anyone else younger or less experienced than he is. He also tends to be lower-key than the typical Creature, opting for less extravagant weapons and outfits in the field.
-Bart's favorite color is red, in no particular shade.
-Though he can cook, Bart loves eating the typical trashy stuff that barely counts as an actual meal, such as beef jerky and fruit leather.
-Often referred to as "Sharkboy," for lack of a better term when it comes to his appearance.
-Has, on more than one occasion, made necklaces of his own teeth gathered from fights.
-Tends to wear a mask when traveling in unknown regions, often giving the excuse of "deli-slicer accident" when asked about it. Some people (small children especially) don't take his visage very well.

[Myr]

Jah, a good wow Boog. I'm impressed now that I get to see the finished piece. *Chuckles* Annnyway...

[VAE]

And, another job seeker coming in.

Name:  Vladim Alexejevich Eisenberg
Species: Eurasian lynx being
Age: 28
Allignment: LE

Description: An average height (5'7'') lynx, generally wearing a hooded robe with spiked shoulderpads, the second mainly to cover up for his unimpressive figure.  He also has a cape, clamped on his chest with a large, cheap looking brass trinket with an engraving of two crossed hammers in front of a mountain. His eyes glow in the dark with a red colour. His fur is sandy coloured with patches of brown, and white ends, such as the face-tufts. His cranial hair as well as the ear-tufts are pitch black, the hair also being rather greasy. His nose and pawpads are pink.

On the personal side, he is a choleric in humor, prone to outbursts when things, or especially beings go wrong - he does not tolerate errors of himself, much less of others.
His focus on his goals at the expense of anyone standing in his way earns him and "evil" qualifier, but he  does not engage in pointless destruction often (except when angered) - his interest is power and immortality.
On the positive side, he is , or at least appears decisive, suppressing any doubts by taking action, and following the "a copper today is better than two tomorrow" adage.
He likes country music, impressive technology with lots of blinking lights, and being recognised for his ability, often earning him the title of a "showoff"
He is a misogynist of sorts, but somewhat susceptible to seduction attempts, leaving him in a nice mental conflict...

History:
His father Alexej, an adventuring mage, met his mother, Alissa, a scientist, during the creature-being war, and eventually settled in Alexej's home city of Syernogorsk.(named because of large sulphur deposits)  However the resulting lack of employment for adventurers left his father jobless, and drinking more and more.. His wife left him for a cubi warlord,  (hence Vladim's hate for both females and cubi)  which worsened the situation.
He showed both a magical and technical skill in his youth, and decided to study for a technologist. An otherwise inconsequential encounter with a cubi, who has beaten him and a militionary just for fun and food, and subsequent research gave him his goal - to become one himself, and show all of them how their immense power is meant to be used... and then killing most of them, especially the mentioned warlord.
After finishing the studies, he was left jobless like his father before, this time because Jycorp took over local technology market, bringing qualified workers from elsewhere.
He went to the Bureau of Labour to apply for unemployment benefits and noticed "evil overlord" among the requalification courses... this however was 10 years ago.
Currently, only months back, their base has been overrun by heroes, militia and other "scum" - he prepared a trap and fled with most of the valuable equipment, which resulted in death or grave injury of the mentioned party, but also left him with almost no minions and  finances.
He delegated Sergej, his scientific genius mole friend to prepare all possible, and decided to gain some quick cash and possibly even artefacts of power in the business where noone asks questions... maybe, just maybe leading him to a sample of cubi tissue or a soul even to allow the first part of his plan to be carried through.


Abilities of interest:

EDIT This is a picture displaying an angered Vladim showing his offensive capabilities

Magic: Like his father Vladim is an able magician, most skilled at earth and  shadow/dark magic - among his favourite spells are exploding boulders, turning earth to quicksand -like mud (this is a maintained spell) or conjuring stony spikes and launching them at opponents...  or even summoning a golem. the other includes bolts of dark energy, or causing the shadows to attack someone, however this (EDIT for confusion: "this" refers to shadow/dark magic) is very taxing and he uses those abilities as a last resort, usually when injured or fighting a clearly stronger opponent. This alignment also has another price - he is vulnerable to light magic, both through being evil and his dark magic attunement.

Tentacles: A bit similar to Dr Otto Octavius, Vladim has a pair of prehensile , retractable and strong electromechanical tentacles which can spring up from his back  - the mechanism is normally covered by his cloak and cape. They resemble the tentacles of a clanleader-less cubi in appearance, and stretch to about 9 feet at maximum - besides the obvious utility,  they also serve to demonstrate he can *almost* achieve the power of a creature without even being one.
. They can be used like his hands even up to casting spells, however, he achieved this by programming the medical computer to implant them into his body and join them to his nervous system - any injury to them is an painful injury to him.
They are hydraulic in operation , composed of overlapping metallic plates, and end in vaguely arm-like pincers/manipulators. The hydraulic mechanism means they are exceptionally strong and capable of quite fine movements, such as using tools or arms, however they do require maintenance against jams and so, and should a particular one be compromised ,the oil loses pressure and the tentacle in question is useless until fixed.
Due to the way they are controled - hijacking certain useless neural pathways to construct new control loops, they have the same reaction time has he himself, and he uses them like one would an arm or a leg - if he is knocked out while they operate, they will probably just move randomly due to their control amplifying random noise.
Most of the time, he keeps them hidden though, and prefers to use magic - the last thing a criminal mastermind wants is to be easily identified by something.
Except for the tentacles, he is about as physically strong/durable as your average scientist or accountant of similar age - not a lot.



Other abilities:
He has a good understanding of cybernetics, biology, and bionics, is an somewhat above average chess player, thanks to frequent matches with Sergej, and can play a mouth organ/harmonica rather well - it is the only instrument portable enough for someone with his lifestyle, and fitting for both country and military marches

[Myr]

Danman...I daresay 'approved', after considerable thought.

*Pauses* I swear, it's like I've gathered a consortium of villains! Ah well. I'll leave this open for a little longer, in case a few others want to come in a little later...

[techmaster-glitch]

Don't worry; as the GM, you can always karmicly punish the players in-game for unwanted behavior

But yeah, I want to join even more, just to get a proper white-hat character in the game, but if Traxen isn't going to work, I can't think of anyone else I want to use...