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[BlitzDungeoneer]

You would he correct in the assumption that it's in the middle of the desert.
As for people, they're basically people who don't support either side, and support him instead.

[Harbingerjm]

Just sneaking away from former home in "Glorious Machine Republic of Progressivestan; small island chain quite near the desert mainland" after stealthily returning in secret to loot a bunch of stuff after being tossed out because pyromancer.

The first turn is literally going to be "oh hey what's thi- oh I'm on fire" and Goug are too nice to ever just straight throw you out or even be wary of you or your power at all.

I suppose I should clarify: Leeroy is basically the stereotypical Xbox Live Kid, only now he can make fire. Hilarity ensued.
Oh well, if we're just getting the ability in Turn One... He snuck out because they're boring and he wants to go shoot some noob barbarians or something.

[Parsely]

Ok, so you want me to add that part about why I got abducted?

Only if you want. My only concern as GM is removing everything that clashes with the world I've got.

You would he correct in the assumption that it's in the middle of the desert.
As for people, they're basically people who don't support either side, and support him instead.

Can do.

I suppose I should clarify: Leeroy is basically the stereotypical Xbox Live Kid, only now he can make fire. Hilarity ensued.
Oh well, if we're just getting the ability in Turn One... He snuck out because they're boring and he wants to go shoot some noob barbarians or something.

Video games aren't a thing, but also, if you'll allow me to be frank, that sounds like it's shaping up to be an extremely boring character. The gag in the name is also not very subtle.

[ttlovepie]

Ok, so you want me to add that part about why I got abducted?

Only if you want. My only concern as GM is removing everything that clashes with the world I've got.

Cool, so my character is done right?

[Parsely]

Yah.

[Harbingerjm]

I suppose I should clarify: Leeroy is basically the stereotypical Xbox Live Kid, only now he can make fire. Hilarity ensued.
Oh well, if we're just getting the ability in Turn One... He snuck out because they're boring and he wants to go shoot some noob barbarians or something.

Video games aren't a thing, but also, if you'll allow me to be frank, that sounds like it's shaping up to be an extremely boring character. The gag in the name is also not very subtle.

*Shrug*
I was kind of looking forwards to the challenge of making the character as obnoxious as possible without breaking forum rules, party cohesion (if that turns out to be a thing here) or my shift key, but if you'd rather I didn't, that works too.

[RAM]

Cavendish is their name, Cavalier is their nickname/callsign/whatever-it-is-when-the-alternative-is-as-long-as-the-normal, Cav is short for both or either. So I referred to the same person three times with three different names, because I was in a fell mood or something...

[UltraValican]

Alright, I changed my bio a little. Everything should be in order.

[Trapezohedron]

Tweaking my bio a bit.

[Parsely]

Everyone looks good! Time to pick the top 4! c:

[Parsely]

Le final decision! It's ordered by rank and there's a short reason behind each.

Spoiler: UltraValican (click to show/hide)

Name: Lugh Sonken
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Human
Appearance: Well fed.  Keeps a shaved head and beard. He sports a ratty collared leather jacket with an image of a snake emerging from turtles shell on the back and a grimy pair of shades.
Ambition: HE'S going to be the man to conquer the world. Not those fucking Nazi pricks
Circumstances: He was born into a family of criminals and he spent his youth raiding and extorting various businesses within the slums of some coastal cities. People called them the "Land Locked Raiders" and they terrorized a certain costal city. Eventually a joint effort of vigilantes, bounty hunters, and rival criminals sought to snuff out the Sonken family once and for all.

They failed and now he's all alone in the world living out of apartment building in the slums. All he has to his name is his leather Jacket, shades, and  his trusty pair of cestus emblazoned with a steel and jeweled Sonken family emblem, a sun with a X made of two great spears. His great grandfather used to tell him that the Sonken family emblem represented some sort of artifact his ancestors apparently stole from an angry Sun God that swore revenge, and that its visage had some sort of mystical property. Ever since Lugh got his spark, he feels...closer to the gloves for some reason.

The gloves made the character for me. Flame punches all day!

Spoiler: ttlovepie (click to show/hide)

Name: Eric Mortlock
Gender: Male
Age: Mid 30's
Appearance: Wears black full body armor(up to neck), a quarter elf who has slightly elongated ears, and slight elven body structure, has ice blue eyes, and long brown hair. Armor is made out of thickish Kevlar.
Ambition: He recently escaped from the hell that was the Siegliech Empire. They abducted him and forced him into the military when he was a young man. He seriously disliked them for their torturing methods to keep him fighting in said godforsaken military. So he decided he was going to take them out. He realized he didn't stand a chance, so he became an alcoholic and drank away his problems. Then his hand suddenly caught fire. 
Circumstances: He is in a tavern in the Oasis villages, surrounded by various nomadic adventurers and the natives, who set up the tavern. He owns a few guns, and a knife. People are very confused on why exactly his hand is on fire.

Good motive and it leaves room for some killer backstory.

Spoiler: RAM (click to show/hide)

Name: Cavendish "Cavalier" Wales.
Gender: Male
Age: 83
Race: Squishy hooman of course!! But with Metal reinforcements through most of their body.
Appearance: Smokin', naturally! But leaning on the side of wiry...
Ambition: What drives you to develop this strange new power?! Trained their entire life to be the best, and not going to let anything stop them now!
Circumstances: A veteran of countless battles, they have crossed the world to prove that they can save the noble natives. Riding aboard the fearsome Grey Earl, a three metre tall armoured hovercraft that has been gradually upgraded from assorted salvage and the occasional reward. The Earl is notable for its bulbously triangularface, the three large jets protruding from its rear body, the five turreted cannons protruding in all directions, and the ominous port above its nose which conceals a powerful, if slow to fire energy weapon that runs over more than half the length of the vessel.
 Cav personally possesses a deceptively-light but dense-looking form which conceals various structural augmentations using a mysterious material that was installed early in their life when they volunteered as a test subject for an experimental program. Some unusual property of the material seems to retard the aging process, but sadly the site was apparently destroyed shortly after the procedure took place, and Cavalier was never informed as to precisely what the material was.
 Their supplies are largely sparse, although they have an extensive supply of assorted weapons gathered over years of combat, none of the latest models, but all proven in battle.

10/10 would hover again.

Spoiler: kj1225 (click to show/hide)

Name: Kyle Johnson
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race:  Half Hellhound
Appearance: The misguided, antisocial male half-Hellhound herbologist with unexpected depths. His hair and eyes are red. He appears as an 'humanized' version of his non-human parent, but it is an attractive, not monstrous appearance.
Ambition: Hehe, BURN THOSE FUCKING NAZIS THAT KILLED MY PARENTS. The world will be purified with flames.
Circumstances: On the coast near a small encampment of Seigs staking out the location for a raid.

Hellhounds are great. It's just a great idea. The idea of it having parents is weird to me though and I wish it had been left ambiguous.

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Spoiler: GiglameshDespair (click to show/hide)

Name: Ignesci
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Race: Lizardwoman (warmblooded)
Appearance: A scaled woman. She's the pilot of what appears to be a chunky metal suit, half way to a suit of armour. It's chilled by a refrigerating backpack that cools the fire-resistant material, allowing her to interact with the world with a minimum amount of ignition. Her vision is provided by a small camera. The helmet is the same shape and size as a small CRT television, and displays a primitive image reflecting her mood. How does it work? She's not really sure. She can open grills in the palms of the suit to allow herself to throw fireballs and the like.
Ambition: She was forever constrained to inactivity because of her warmbloodediness. Having only just been given the suit, she wants to see the world and develop her powers.
Circumstances: The lab of the scientist who developed the suit out of curiosity, with the scientist, testing out the capabilities of the suit.

The suit is interesting, but doesn't seem practical. Not to mention she sounds like she's already in a pretty nuts situation, but now she's gone pyromagical as well?! More a fault of my personal taste than anything, the character itself seems great. Lizardpeople are dope.

Spoiler: New Guy (click to show/hide)

Name: Vargas Antilles
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: Muscular, sun-tanned human, covered in burns and moderately scarred. Wears a pair of goggles at all times and sports a few broken teeth.
Ambition: A mad pyromaniac, discovering the power to conjure flames without aid of any devices was a dream come true for Vargas, who grinned at the prospects of being able to torture creatures better and maybe burn them into a crisp.
Circumstances: Vargas drifts from town to town, skinning wild animals and selling them to butcheries for meager penny. Being a known pyromaniac with a hair-trigger temper, people tend to steer clear from him simply to avoid having to fight a madman with an incinerator. However, he is hated by almost anyone confident with their weapon arm, and thus many seek to kill him for bounties offered for his head.

An insane guy with a bad temper is par for the course on Bay12. Not a bad character, but certainly cliché.

Spoiler: TCM (click to show/hide)

Name: Silvia Buschafellor
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Race: Kitsune

Appearance: Long silvery-blonde hair that reaches back down to her mid-vertebrate. Eyes are the color of orange kool-aid after too much powder has been added to the drink mixture so its really bitter and no one at the party wants to drink it, not even Jeremy K. and he always likes drinking the orange kool-aid, that might be the only reason he even shows up to these parties, he's not talking or drinking or blazing or flirting or dancing, he just watches the kool-aid and he won't even have any of the goddamn orange kool-aid if it's as orange as Silvia's eyes. Her lips are bright pink like the morning sky you admire after getting into a car wreck at 6:30 A.M. so you have to stand outside and watch the sun as the other driver frantically dials for an AAA truck on their IPhone. Damn, that's a pretty sky. She has freckles scattered around her cheeks like a helping off extra mozzarella the cook puts on your omelet even though you didn't want mozzarella in the first place but you don't want to tell him because he's a cool guy and you wouldn't want him to think less of you. She's got on those black pants that everyone who rides a motorcycle seems to wear, and they've got this big hole in the back for her tail that makes you wonder whether she made the hole herself or if there's a special service that sells pants with big holes and wonder what kind of people besides people with tails would buy big hole pants. Her white blouse is open enough that you'll take a peek at her breasts just because cleavage presents itself at which point you'll notice that her right breast is asymmetrically smaller than her left one, did she have surgery or an accident? Now your still staring at her chest with sexual excitement replaced with intrigue and curiosity but now she's notice and oh no she's bludgeoning you with a mallet man it's hard to see with all this blood in your eyes gotta' run to the door but it's disorientating with the wooden smashing into your skull and shoulders and it hurts really bad make it stop this is a bad day. 

Ambition: C.R.E.A.M.: Cash Rules Everything Around Me, CREAM, get the money, dolla' dolla' bill' y'all. Ah yes, the wonders of extreme capitalism fueled by the virtues of monopoly and greed. Mmm, smell the dough racking up. With these new powers, Silvia could make some real cash, distance herself from the proletariats and their silly pursuits like compassion and love. Money can't buy love? What's so special about that? Money can buy a catapult to launch a big rock into you and your spouse, and try loving after both of you are crushed under 20 tons of raw granite. Stuff like this proves the divinity of money, and Silvia will plow through anyone in her path, whether its Nazi, Goug or Mark Walhberg and her Funky Bunch.

Circumstances: The suburbs, God, how plebian. Row upon row of happy white houses with middle-class families. It's inland, and houses mainly white-collar workers as they go to their banks and insurance corporations and what not. Silvia was raised here, and couldn't wait to leave the impoverished hellhole. Her highschool boyfriend told her he was working to be a doctor, turned out he was turning hours at the gas station. She promptly stomped his dick in the dirt. Fortunately, with this war happening, there's plenty more opportunities to get out of here.

The descriptions are great, but the character doesn't seem to fit the setting whatsoever, even with the circumstances changed.

Spoiler: BlitzDungeoneer (click to show/hide)

Name: Zack Abrams
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Human
Appearance: An albino in a suit, with black boots. He has a rather large cleaver strapped on his back (read: BFS vaguely resembling a cleaver).
Ambition: Become the Emprah of the world.
Circumstances: A cave in the middle of nowhere, which is actually his top-secret base, equipped with anything he may need to conquer the world. Except the disposable mooks. He doesn't have any of those. He does have a lot of people working for him, though,

I want to see people cleaved by a giant sword! But he has no story to him so BOO! HISS!

Spoiler: Harbingerjm (click to show/hide)

Name: Leeroy Headsette.
Gender: Male.
Age: 12.
Race: Human.
Appearance: Short, scrawny. Large mouth.
Ambition: I am 12 and what is this?
Location: Glorious Machine Republic of Progressivestan; small island chain quite near the desert mainland.

There's nothing to this character at all.




What's that? When is game start? Soon!

[RAM]

Aaaaah *tweak* the pressure *tweak*.

P.S.
 Only you can prevent double-posting.

P.P.S.
 Nobody actually cares about double posting, it is one of those things that folk discourage in theory, but in practise they barely even notice.

P.P.P.S.
 AAAAAAAAARGH.

[GiglameshDespair]

Damn.

[Parsely]

Lugh Sonken
You were in your apartment back at the coast town of Frel. Now you're strung to a pole in the midst of a group of five hungry looking men. The largest one, so large in fact that he's carrying three slugshot long guns hung by his belt with their barrels only reaching just past his knees, bends down and speaks up. Looks like this is the end of you Sonken, and your stinking bloodline. He grabs your entire head between three of his fingers. Soon as we get you to Dio, it'll all be over. We'll get paid, and your elusive skull will be just another mount on his wall! His cronies laugh uproariously. You feel something hot between your fingers. What is that? Oi, what's that?! He's on fire! Wot!? The big guy lets go of your head and leans over you to see. You can feel the bindings on your wrists coming loose.

Eric Mortlock
You're sitting alone at a table smack in the middle of the Khadat tavern drinking your delicious spiced mead and getting hammered. The waitress comes by and asks you if you'd like another. She's super cute and she looks totally impressed by your radical arsenal of guns and quarterstaff because fuck knives. Everyone else in the place generally seems to be having a good time and there's lots of singing and laughing.

Cavendish "Boss the Cavalier" Wales
The Cavaliers are out somewhere in the desert. The Great Ymr's dunes tower and roll,  and those men who aren't inside the Earl are spread out around it, sweating and sighing and smoking underneath the assault of the brutal midday heat. You're sitting in your quarters reading a magazine when a Cav walks in. Hey, Boss. He removes his yellow patrol cap, the only standard garb for all the Cavaliers, and sits down. He reaches into his shirt pocket and removes a pack of cigarettes. Must be a hot read. You notice that the magazine is on fire. It hurts, but strangely it does not burn your skin.

Kyle "Same Fucking Name" Johnson
The moon is out, and you're prone atop a dune half a mile away from a Sieg encampment located on the edge of the Focil Big Ocean. You've been tracking the Major since you took on his war convoy solo three months ago and left it a single smoking wreck somewhere on the edge of the Delradi Wastes. You've still got the heavy laser you tore from his best lieutenant Dorcas' cold, severed hands. You adjust the straps on your ammo webbing, specially made by a Goug not to flash burn on contact with your super hot skin. Not that you need to worry about exposure being part hellhound. You lower the GLINT from your eyes and roll over to stow it in one of your chest pouches. Your right hand suddenly feels very hot, which is strange, being a being made of lava. You look at it. Nothing seems to be different, but the burning sensation only intensifies. It's starting to become very painful.

Spoiler: Lugh Sonken - UltraValican (click to show/hide)

Name: Lugh Sonken
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Human
Appearance: Well fed.  Keeps a shaved head and beard. He sports a ratty collared leather jacket with an image of a snake emerging from turtles shell on the back and a grimy pair of shades.
Ambition: HE'S going to be the man to conquer the world. Not those fucking Nazi pricks
Circumstances: He was born into a family of criminals and he spent his youth raiding and extorting various businesses within the slums of some coastal cities. People called them the "Land Locked Raiders" and they terrorized a certain costal city. Eventually a joint effort of vigilantes, bounty hunters, and rival criminals sought to snuff out the Sonken family once and for all.

They failed and now he's all alone in the world living out of apartment building in the slums. All he has to his name is his leather Jacket, shades, and  his trusty pair of cestus emblazoned with a steel and jeweled Sonken family emblem, a sun with a X made of two great spears. His great grandfather used to tell him that the Sonken family emblem represented some sort of artifact his ancestors apparently stole from an angry Sun God that swore revenge, and that its visage had some sort of mystical property. Ever since Lugh got his spark, he feels...closer to the gloves for some reason.

Health - Hooman
Alright!

Stuff - Ratty Emblematic Leather Jacket, Old Jeans, Grimy Shades, Family Cestus
Reddish Spice [valuable hallucinogenic powder; handful]

Power
Hot Touch

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Spoiler: Eric Mortlock - ttlovepie (click to show/hide)

Name: Eric Mortlock
Gender: Male
Age: Mid 30's
Appearance: Wears black full body armor(up to neck), a quarter elf who has slightly elongated ears, and slight elven body structure, has ice blue eyes, and long brown hair. Armor is made out of thickish Kevlar.
Ambition: He recently escaped from the hell that was the Siegliech Empire. They abducted him and forced him into the military when he was a young man. He seriously disliked them for their torturing methods to keep him fighting in said godforsaken military. So he decided he was going to take them out. He realized he didn't stand a chance, so he became an alcoholic and drank away his problems. Then his hand suddenly caught fire. 
Circumstances: He is in a tavern in the Oasis villages, surrounded by various nomadic adventurers and the natives, who set up the tavern. He owns a few guns, and a knife. People are very confused on why exactly his hand is on fire.

Health - Sub Elf
Lookin' Good!

Stuff - Kevlar Body Armor
Spicy Mead [highly alcoholic]
Big Revolve Stubber [5/5]
Sluggish Auto Repeater [10/10]
Superheat Rod [lostech quarterstaff; while active can melt through metal]
Big Slugs [5x]
Repeater Slugs [20x]

Power
? ? ?

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Spoiler: Cavendish "Cavalier" Wales - RAM (click to show/hide)

Name: Cavendish "Cavalier" Wales
Gender: Male
Age: 83
Race: Squishy hooman of course!! But with Metal reinforcements through most of their body.
Appearance: Smokin', naturally! But leaning on the side of wiry...
Ambition: What drives you to develop this strange new power?! Trained their entire life to be the best, and not going to let anything stop them now!
Circumstances: A veteran of countless battles, they have crossed the world to prove that they can save the noble natives. Riding aboard the fearsome Grey Earl, a three metre tall armoured hovercraft that has been gradually upgraded from assorted salvage and the occasional reward. The Earl is notable for its bulbously triangularface, the three large jets protruding from its rear body, the five turreted cannons protruding in all directions, and the ominous port above its nose which conceals a powerful, if slow to fire energy weapon that runs over more than half the length of the vessel.
 Cav personally possesses a deceptively-light but dense-looking form which conceals various structural augmentations using a mysterious material that was installed early in their life when they volunteered as a test subject for an experimental program. Some unusual property of the material seems to retard the aging process, but sadly the site was apparently destroyed shortly after the procedure took place, and Cavalier was never informed as to precisely what the material was.
 Their supplies are largely sparse, although they have an extensive supply of assorted weapons gathered over years of combat, none of the latest models, but all proven in battle.

Health - Hooman
A-Okay!
Reinforced Skeleton
No Wrinkles!
Cavalier Boss

Stuff - Cavalier Bossman Long Coat, Cavalier Bossman Kepi
Cavalier Bossman Proton Cutlass

The Grey Earl - Range:Infinite Load:Massive
[5x] 200MJ A/G Automated Defence Lasers
[1x] 5,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000MJ The Backdown Proto Destructor Beam
Dated Laser Rifle [∞]
Dated Laser Pistol [∞]
Carboxyde Cartridges [∞]
Scrap Alloy [∞]

Buddies
1000 Cavalier Cav Desert Militants [battle tested]

Power
Hot Touch

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Spoiler: Kyle Johnson - kj1225 (click to show/hide)

Name: Kyle Johnson
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race:  Half Hellhound
Appearance: The misguided, antisocial male half-Hellhound herbologist with unexpected depths. His hair and eyes are red. He appears as an 'humanized' version of his non-human parent, but it is an attractive, not monstrous appearance.
Ambition: Hehe, BURN THOSE FUCKING NAZIS THAT KILLED MY PARENTS. The world will be purified with flames.
Circumstances: On the coast near a small encampment of Seigs staking out the location for a raid.

Health - Bastard Hellhound
Made of Lava!
Right hand burns!

Stuff - Heatproof Combat Webbing, Heatproof Gloves
GLINT Spot/Motion Binoculars
Precision Shoulder Laser [1000/1000]
Carboxyde Superheavy Cartridges [1x]
Hi-Ex Self-Propelled Disc [5x; thrown]

Power
Hot Touch

[kj1225]

"Fuck!"
Kyle takes off the glove quickly and looks at his hand.

((HEY! It's difficult using a new name every game when you've been playing a character with that name for about two years.))