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[Nicholas1024]

Now I suspect people will try to blow up various pieces of machinery by inserting random magical objects until the whole thing explodes.

[Errol]

Or the magic just fizzles first.

[Lenglon]

I have a ruleset for what triggers malignant interactions and what doesn't. but it isn't common knowledge even among expert artificers and magic users because attempts to figure it out often break the testing apparatus without a clear result. If you want to try to figure it out yourself, you're welcome to break things and blow yourself up in the attempt.

[Tiruin]

Well crap. I had kinda intended/imagined that the radiation DAMAGE was what was transferred. I.E. that he kicked things and he immediately stopped puking up his spleen. I'm fully ok if the damage isn't immediately transferred to the enemy, but I certainly don't want him to get progressively more dead every time combat starts (well, at least not without actually getting hurt normally )

...The spleen isn't connected to your digestive tract an-

But the reality screwing is what makes it so AWESOME!

EDITFOREXTRACLARITY: Ok so this is turning out HILARIOUSLY hard to actually convey, but basically I see the "pumps rads into the user" as a sort of "clip" in this case. Basically the gun has infinite ammo, but if Joe fires it too long then instead of the gun just not shooting any longer, Joe doubles over and develops cancer
His "kicking" ability exists so that he can use the gun without progressively dying as the game goes on. It still has the limiter that its very much a melee attack and I'm perfectly amenable to the idea that a miss with it doesn't transfer the rad damage.

u_u Nevermind.

well, the problem is radiation damage is comparable to a nanoparticle shotgun. even after you've got the radiation out of your body, you've still got millions of tiny holes left in your cells and your DNA that compound upon each other as millions of tiny bits and pieces of your vital organs fail at roughly the same time.

radiation is some nasty stuff.
actually he'd vomit all over the gun, have violent diarrhea, get a severe headache, suffer seizures, grow lethargic, develop tremors, have trouble with even the most basic of thoughts, and keel over and die, all well before developing cancer.

and I can work with your character working like that, but I hope you find live targets to transfer the radiation damage too before using the thing. and you need to keep in mind the delay before symptoms begin to show.

Well if I understand correctly, then I win. YAY.
If anyone's head is still hurting from how he can have the rad damage healed by kicking then basically: MAGIC.
Both Joe and the gun are MAGIC. From MAGIC Incorporated. The inventors of Pizza-Flavored Bullets and Bulletproof Guns.
(Said guns are so bulletproof they can't load bullets to fire note: Joes minigun is NOT bulletproof)

...I just hate it when an explanation to understood things is basically 'MAGIC'. DX

If I'm ever playing with your character, I'm staying faaaaaar away from you, your target, and your general presence.

[Draignean]

well, the problem is radiation damage is comparable to a nanoparticle shotgun. even after you've got the radiation out of your body, you've still got millions of tiny holes left in your cells and your DNA that compound upon each other as millions of tiny bits and pieces of your vital organs fail at roughly the same time.

radiation is some nasty stuff.
actually he'd vomit all over the gun, have violent diarrhea, get a severe headache, suffer seizures, grow lethargic, develop tremors, have trouble with even the most basic of thoughts, and keel over and die, all well before developing cancer.

and I can work with your character working like that, but I hope you find live targets to transfer the radiation damage too before using the thing. and you need to keep in mind the delay before symptoms begin to show.

Well if I understand correctly, then I win. YAY.
If anyone's head is still hurting from how he can have the rad damage healed by kicking then basically: MAGIC.
Both Joe and the gun are MAGIC. From MAGIC Incorporated. The inventors of Pizza-Flavored Bullets and Bulletproof Guns.
(Said guns are so bulletproof they can't load bullets to fire note: Joes minigun is NOT bulletproof)

Uh. Wait....

You want a magical person wielding a minigun that performs a complex magical operation in a world where science and magic react in unpredictable and volatile ways when in proximity?

Isn't that sort of like picking a pack of white phosphorous bubblegum as your starting item?

[Tiruin]

He wants a minigun that somehow can shoot radiation in general along with some relative connection to kicking/application of force + foot, then so be it. I...gave up trying to rationalize it before the game starts.

Anything else I'd say on the matter would be dishonorable.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Honor is for the weak!

[Draignean]

Well, I can't comment on the fact that it's silly. Not when you consider that my character is a human werehuman whose special abilities consist of switching genders and living in unspeakable agony. Pot, kettle, black.

[Lenglon]

It is daybreak, and you and your... companions... are finishing eating breakfast and packing up to begin your journey. You're currently at an old messenger station about two hours walk from the outside of the super-city of Erlith. It's actually quite a spacious place - clearly designed to handle large amounts of traffic, and designed with function over form. the tables in the common room are well worn but of a very sturdy build, and you can see the aimless knife-scrawls of many bored travelers before you. the rooms in the back are rather cramped but the beds were surprisingly good. The place as a whole seems both completely devoid of magic and of high-tech equipment, similar to many isolated inns. the station manager is a middle-aged man, and a fairly good cook. He gave you all rooms for one night and a good meal this morning free of charge once you told him why you were gathered here. In amongst his aimless ramblings last eve you learned quite a bit. This place normally is quite busy, handling messages to and from Erlith and serving as a rest-house for the messengers that use the place and the occasional traveler who was locked out when the city gates closed at night. It's rather empty now though. The station manager is more than a little worried about recent events, but whenever you bring it up he starts rambling on and on about how he "Ain't gonna be driven out fer no meesly lil undead critter no way no how. Nuh-uh, if they wanna try then I'll show em how a REAL man handles these things, I'll tell you what! I know my duty! The messenger system can't be shut down come fire, plague, or invading horde! I've my post and they're gonna have to tear the place down around me ifn they want to shut ME down!"

It's the first time you've met each other face-to-face, people weren't in the mood to meet and greet last eve, getting off the dusty road and tired from their various travels. and you have yet to properly organize this expidition. Still, things should be all right, right?

Spoiler: Joe <BFEL> (click to show/hide)

Name = Joe
Gender=Male.
Appearance = Disheveled man with long hair and tattered clothes. Smells like booze.
Attributes:
str = 3
spd = 7
agi = 5
tou = 4
per = 4
will = 3
Skills: Drinking, firing the minigun
Abilities: Magically regenerates on a cellular level from kicking living animals, transferring the cell damage to the target in the process.
Inventory: A minigun that fires Gamma radiation, but pumps some back into the user.

Spoiler: Raynen <Nicholas1024> (click to show/hide)

Name = Raynen
Gender = Male.
Appearance = Considering he's stuck as a robot, Raynen's body was designed more for function than flash. It's humanoid, roughly 5 and a half feet tall, is more or less completely dull-grey in color, with a rectangular "pack" in the area that a typical person might wear a backpack. Several places bear large "scars", that is, where the original metal was removed/destroyed, and a patch of metal clearly from some other object welded over it. The overall impression is a robot that's been through far more than it's designed to, but extensively repaired using whatever might be on hand at any given time. The facial area is similarly simple design , with a red (and slightly cracked) visor substituting for eyes, and a small speaker a few inches beneath it serving as a mouth.
Attributes:each point in an attribute gives +1 to that type of die roll, starting from a -5 for having 0 points in a stat. average humans have a 4 in all stats.
str = 3
spd = 8
agi = 7
tou = 2
per = 5
will = 5
Skills:
Expert Repairman:
Raynen is extremely good at salvaging any sort of technology he can find, and extracting usable parts from broken equipment.
Adept Tinkerer:
Raynen is decent at designing new equipment of his own, but typically has better results modifying a design he already has on hand, simply due to a lack of parts, tools, and the fact that he really hasn't spent much time on that sort of thing.

Abilities:
Standard Generator:
Raynen's chest/torso area contains his generator, which is the main thing that keeps all of his equipment running, including the life support that keeps his brain alive. Thing is, it's the one thing Raynen can never open up to modify (at least, not on his own), and it's typically only powerful enough to power one or two pieces of equipment at a time.

Capacitor Cannon:
One of a few custom things Raynen's integrated into his system, this is essentially a single use laser. When his power pack isn't being used to power other equipment, the excess energy gets funneled into the capacitor powering this weapon, which when fired, unleashes all that charge in a single blast. The only problem is, recharging it is a question of hours, meaning it never comes into play twice in the same fight.  (The charge works on a diminishing returns system. A 2-hour charged blast is nearly twice as powerful as a 1-hour charged blast, but a 5 hour charge isn't notably more powerful than a 3-hour charge.)

UV Rifle:
Raynen modified the standard wrist-mounted blaster many robots use into this. It's still semi-automatic fire, but Raynen made the simple adjustment of adding a collapsable scope, and moving the light it emits into the ultraviolet range of the spectrum at the cost of a little power. Since the weapon's sound isn't particularly loud, this has proved to be a fairly effective way to snipe at anything without upgraded vision.

Boost Pack:
With the sheer firepower available these days, trying to block or survive everything is typically suicidal. So instead, Raynen's designed miniature thrusters in his hands and feet, best used for short bursts of speed in any direction required. (essentially why his speed score is so high) They're not quite powerful enough to allow full flight, but it IS enough to let him hover or make surprisingly far leaps.

Emergency Shield:
In addition to a space for storage, the "pack" Raynen carries includes a forcefield generator, for those things you simply can't avoid. However, since it has to run off of his power supply, it doesn't block all that much, and being a two way forcefield, firing while it's active tends to be counter-productive. Still, considering how some of the equipment Raynen carries can blow up spectacularly, this is still a very important piece of equipment.

Inventory:
Pack of Random Explosives:
Raynen has a decently sized stockpile of various grenades and other ammunition he's taken from robots he's defeated. Problem is, he doesn't really know what they do, and he doesn't want to really risk opening them up and setting them off. These are stored in his pack, and typically for used for those situations where randomly applying high explosives can't make things worse. He tends to go through them fairly quickly.

Elastic Cable:
This comes in the form of a small (roughly the size of a quarter) black box, containing roughly 10 feet of cable that can be pulled out of either end. Each end of the cable itself has a miniaturized "hook" that can be attached to various objects. The main point of this is that the cable itself is so small as to be extremely difficult to spot (nearly impossible if you aren't actively looking for it), while being surprisingly strong. Raynen typically places this at about knee height in key exits (for practical uses), or occasionally in crowded public places (for fun). Raynen currently has four of these cables on him, and he tries to retrieve them when possible, since they're not particularly easy to replace.


Background:
Raynen's original goal in life was to become a cutting-edge scientist, particularly in the area of robotics. To that end, he enrolled in a prestigious local university, encoring heavy debt in the process. However, that goal was cut short when the power supply to a robot he was building exploded right in front of him. Nobody's completely sure of the cause, be it a defective part, intentional sabotage, or a really bad practical joke. With his healthcare being what it was, once a few medics arrived, they promptly took his vital organs, deposited them in an archaic life support system, and charged him a small fortune for the service. Once they were certain he had nothing left to steal, the staff proceeded to place what was left of him in a run-of-the-mill robot, and sell him to the RDL (Robotics Destruction League), where all sorts of robots and cyborgs fight to the death (over the course of several weeks) to amuse and line the pockets of whoever entered them. However, being a scientist who actually specialized in robots, Raynen had the unique advantage of being able to repair himself and even slowly upgrade his system using parts from fallen competitors. Unfortunately, given the way his debts were set up, he could only earn enough money to pay off the interest, and so was continually forced to re-enter the event. After surviving no less than seven different games (and even winning two), Raynen decided to volunteer to investigate the coastal super-city, seeing it as a way to escape the cycle, and hopefully make it out of this mess alive.

Spoiler: Sue Merik <Draignean> (click to show/hide)

Name = Sue Merik
Gender = Male, at least, principally. (See below)
Appearance = Tall, lean, scarred, and exceptionally ill tempered looking. A particularly vicious old wound across his face runs from his right temple to the point of his chin, bisecting both his eyebrow, nose, and lips. Your mark I eyeball looks away hurriedly.
Attributes:
str = 4 (3)
spd = 5 (4)
agi = 7 (5)
tou = 4 (4)
per = 6 (8 )
will = 2 (4)
Skills:
Exceptionally Ill Tempered,
Sue is tempermental to the point that it really can be considered a skill. He's easy to put in a killing mood, and not terribly quick to get out of either. Charming, Calming, sedating, consoling, or other similar attempts to placate Sue, through magical, chemical, or mundane ends, don't work terribly well.

Duelist Elite,
Sue Merik has become a skilled, hardened, and particularly vicious duelist in the surprisingly long years he's fought. (Surprising becase, by rights, someone should have killed him by now.) Merik has no small amount of fame because of this, but, more importantly, his skill when fighting opponents that are roughly humanoid and attack in roughly humanoid ways is peerless.

Seamster/tress,
Sue can knit/sew/etc proficiently in nearly all fabrics.
Don't bring it up.

Abilities:

Were-Woman
Every night, when the sun goes down, Sue Merik transforms into a beautiful woman. This is, naturally, rather awkward for Sue. He retains all of his memories in this state, and most of his skill, but the changed body is slower and less agile than his daylight, battle hardened, body. (Alternate stats are indicated in parentheses) However, with long years of practice, Sue has gained control of his ability to transform. While he must transform each night, he can control the shape of the woman he turns into, and he can shift shapes at will.

Were-Immunities
Like all were-beasts, Sue is difficult to kill. Decapitation followed by burning, or a fatal wound inflicted by a silver weapon are the only sure ways to go. However, he still feels pain quite normally, and can be incapacited just as easily as any other human by injuries. Only death comes slowly.
Honestly, that's kind of a blessed with suck situation.

Inventory:
Master's Dueling Blade: A lightweight, tapered blade made from faerie silver. It is functional looking and unadorned.
Duelist's Coat: A leather coat, sewn with light metal plates that don't show from the outside.
Dresses: (Hidden in bags) A collection of rather lovely dresses.

Spoiler: Akari Talria <Tiruin> (click to show/hide)

Gender = Female
Appearance = In the physical sense, Akari is humanoid, with features of a fox--tail and ears, relating to what mythology calls a Kitsune. She is a woman in her youth, with a light complexion and a slender body, standing at about six feet in height. Her face is angled in appearance and dark hair falls to shoulder length, being a lighter color from her skin. She has deep blue eyes and one long fluffy tail.

Attributes:

str = 3 spd = 3 agi = 3 tou = 3 per = 4 will = 5

Each point in an attribute gives +1 to that type of die roll, starting from a -5 for having 0 points in a stat. average humans have a 4 in all stats.

Skills:
Freelance Theurgist/ Being a spiritual being, Akari knows 'powers outside of the mundane' as rumored onto her abilities, and is able to draw 'supernatural' spheres or illusions at whim. In truth, she knows little among the occult practices, and keeps to a naturalist concept--honing her knowledge in the modern field of medicine and healthcare, as well as veneration of the beings which hold power over the lands, and keeping respect towards others.

Seeker of Knowledge/ Given her origin and current state, Akari has over the period of her life here, developed a certain inquisitiveness towards the world around her, and its characteristics including that of her own prowess and potential. She has great control of her body and mind, and knows how to focus. On a different note, this also pertains to her mental personae, of varying kinds.

She can also speedread and has a vested interest towards anthropology and human anatomy, physiology and the cultures of the world.

Abilities:
Conjure 'Minor' Cantrip/ Magic. Supernatural. Adjectives given to the art which Akari finds herself using in times most needed. Since childhood, she has been studying optics -- the study of light and interaction with matter -- during her long periods of curiosity, and has learned to create simple tricks of the eye and ear that matters "in the trivial times" as she says to herself.
Intuit/ Intuition. What is known to be the silent truth in thought, or the vigilant warning before danger is more apparent to one who knows him or herself. An innate ability to say the least, its uses are minor and mostly trivial, but useful nonetheless if detail was to be gotten.


Inventory:
Small Opalescent Orb - hung around the neck by a silver chain as a lucky amulet
Crescent blue traveling garb - An assortment of thick yet light clothing. The set is generally described as hard fabric, with the inner layers comprised of an interweave of different textiles, usually forming the hardened layer giving the clothing its sturdiness and weather-proof characteristic. It has several pockets set within.
Rey's Anatomy - A book on anatomy by Rheny G. Rey, widely regarded as an extremely influential work on the subject, and has continued to be revised and republished from its initial publication to the present day. Personal notes and scribbles are found on the pages with diagramatic and illustrative parts of the human body, generally along the changes and deviations in the skeleton and composition of the body.
Coin Pouch - A pouch located in the righthand area on the internal region of Akari's wear, it contains a padded interior made to contain considerably jingling metal and snuff out noise, hiding the presence of any would-be-noisy currency.
Yummy Sandwich - A meat and cheese sandwich wrapped tightly and compactly with reusable foil. It resides safely within a side pocket.
Pencil and paper - A stray 2B pencil is kept snugly in one of the many pockets along with its corresponding paper, all rolled up neatly.

Spoiler: Pantagruel <Harry Baldman> (click to show/hide)

Name: Pantagruel

Gender: Male

Appearance: a small, quite obese individual, he has an alcoholic's complexion and a flushed, very expressive face. He is also completely hairless from head to toe, though you wouldn't know it by looking at him - he always wears a full suit of finery to most occasions, sometimes layered with armor.

Attributes:
Str: 5
Spd: 4
Agi: 4
Tou: 6
Per: 5
Will: 6

Skills: he is quite the avid reader, and can get through books and other manuscripts rather quickly. This also means he is quite well-read.

Abilities: Pantagruel's physical size grows in proportion to his fame. Thus, if he becomes world-famous, he will presumably be very large indeed.

Spoiler: Renard <Pancaek> (click to show/hide)

Name = Renard
Gender = Male
Appearance = He's a reasonable 1.75 meter tall, wiith very short brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard. His eyes are a pale grey. He bears a burn scar over his entire left arm.
Attributes:
str = 3
spd = 6
agi = 6
tou = 4
per = 4
will = 5
Skills:
Sneak thief: Years of living on the street have thought him much about going unnoticed, taking what isn't his and entering where he shouldn't go.
Priest of the nameless god: Renard is a priest of the nameless god, the crooked warden.
Back-alley fighting: Growing up on the streets isn't easy, sometimes things get physical. Easily concealed weapons, dirty tricks, nothing he hasn't done before.
Bard: Renard has extensive knowledge of many musical instruments.
Abilities:
Blessing of the crooked warden: Can attempt to call upon his patron god for magical assistence, be it in the form of concealment from his enemies or a quick paralyzing spell. Does not work in broad daylight, only in relative darkness.
Lockpicking: Really, why do people even bother anymore?
Sleigh of hand: Wether it be slipping poison into someone's coffee, picking their pockets or cheating at cards, if it requires fast hands he's all over it.
Inventory: Lockpicking set, dagger x2 (one concealed up sleeve and one strapped to boot), kukri (worn on the back, concealed by cloak), cloak (covers back, with hood to cover most of head), quality leather gloves, globe of pocket sand x3 (A small ceremic sphere filled with a mixture of fine sand and crushed glass, can safely be carried around but is easily broken by crushing it with your hand), guitar (with carrying case)

Renard had a good life. Emphasis on had. Everything was good in Verrar, there was a certain honour amongst thieves and as a priest of the nameless god he was held in high regards by every disreputable man in the city. He had coin in his pocket and friends at his side, until one night someone finally broke the secret peace. The secret peace between the nobility and the criminals, no nobleman would be robbed and no criminal would be harmed. It worked, until one dense idiot accidentally killed the wife of a general. Troops were mustered, hideouts raided and nooses were tied. Renard barely escaped with his life, but now he was known to the law, and the law reaches far. So he comes to this doomed city, the cursed city filled with dark magicks and the foul undead. He can go back to his old life, all he has to do is save an entire mega-city. No sweat, right?

[Lenglon]

-I hate bay12 sometimes-

[Lenglon]

-no, really-

[Lenglon]

-I've never had it try to multi-post this hard in the past-

[GreatWyrmGold]

Man, I feel your pain...and should probably stop putting off finishing character sheets for games I want to be in.

[Harry Baldman]

"Let us savor this moment, my comrades to be, for soon we head off... into danger!"

Enjoy my breakfast more than usual to prepare for the terrors the day assuredly holds. Review our supplies in this time as well.

[Lenglon]

Review our supplies in this time as well.

((That's actually up to you, since you haven't approached the city yet you can add/remove stuff from your inventory and I'll just assume things were like that all along. Once you're there you're going to be limited to what you actually have though. feel free to fill your inventory with whatever random stuff you think might be useful. Additionally, the station manager keeps a stock of basic supplies available for his couriers, and he'd be willing to sell you anything you need as long as it isn't fancy or weird.))