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[kj1225]

Spoiler: Intro (click to show/hide)

Welcome to IRIS. We are a group that is dedicated to collecting, cataloging, researching, and if needed reeducating super natural beings from all around the world. You are in the home base of our project, Florida. Now, you all probably are here for different reasons, maybe you saw the ad in the paper, maybe you were here before hand and decided you wanted to help out when we let you go, maybe you were Shanghai'd. I don't know, and I don't really care. What I care about is that you're doing missions for us and maybe, if your willing, going to do some more interesting research. Now that that's out of the way...

Spoiler: ... Tell us a bit about yourself. (click to show/hide)

Name:  What you wish to be referred to. (Note, if it is written in a language that no human can speak we would prefer you ask us for help to make it easier for everyone to say.)

Appearance:  We simply need to know in case things happen that require... replacement. It also will help in case a shape shifter attacks. Again.

Class:

How you got here: Some causes are listed above but there are others. Maybe your family is indebted to IRIS or you're one of those moon people.

Stats:  One hundred points total
HP:  Your health. Three per point.
Mana:  Your magic power. four per point.
Speed: Determines turn order and dodge rates
Skill:  Determines your ability to aim and is one of two stats used for crafting.
M Attack:  How well you can use magic to attack.
Strength:  Are you da strowngest!?
M defense:  How well you defend against magic attacks. Used for crafting as well.
Defense:  How well you can take a hit.

Spoiler: Classes (click to show/hide)

Tech:  The type of person Tony Stark is. Your stats have no caps except for M attack (which you will always have zero in unless you get lucky, or unlucky) You're also too weak for cybernetic upgrades. Since you're so pathetic you get a discount in the shop, also, the other nerds like you so they teach you how to use their inventions better. (+1 with all equipment)

Magi:  You use magic. You may choose whatever you like on the conditions that nothing that can teleport or open portals is used and if you have an instant kill move it's something that has huge drawbacks that last the entire mission. (I.e. you're brought to one health and for the rest of the mission you have huge debuffs to speed and defense.)

Cyborg:  Like the tech you have similar restrictions to magic, unlike him you aren't a bitch and can get cybernetic upgrades. You start with one minor (+2 in one stat or +1 in two.) upgrade. Other ones can be bought in the store. You also have increased caps for each upgrade.

Master:  You have all the drawbacks of the tech and none of the advantages. But that's fine since your companion doesn't. You start with a level one companion who has half your stat points. You also have a first aid kit suited especially for your companion. (state what you basically want as a companion and we'll discuss it here with other players.)

D-Class:  'Normal' people. No cap on stats but for some reason weird things like you. This can range from a monster girl following you home to that nasty sentient virus finding you to be a fun host.

Base thread.

Your stats are the number of sides the die rolled has. Equipment gives you a straight modifier for it.

[kj1225]

Players:  Grimdark Admech Tcount: 0
Gaurdian Rhides Carenheim Tcount: 0
The average Floridian Johnny Demelson (And Corgi the alien) Tcount: 0
No relation to pokemon N Tcount: 0
Big Mac Mack Tcount: 1
Mister 101 Z Tcount: 0
Spanich mace Advanti Tcount: 0
Reindeer Sven Tcount: 1
Lucy Kira Tcount: 0
Ahri Ahrian Tcount: 1
It's a traaaap! Akia Tcount: 1


Dead peeps:

[USEC_OFFICER]

I guess I'm contractually obligated to join this, huh? PTW for now as I think up character junk.

[NAV]

Alright, IN.
Gotta think up a character.

[Lyeos]

PTW the OOC banter.
And maybe make a character with which I'm not trying to be an asshole.
Also you misspelled teach.

[kj1225]

Note I added something I forgot to include when I first wrote up the stat sheet.

[PrivateNomad]

No strength skill?

[smurfingtonthethird]

Nope, it's apparently magic or bust.

[kj1225]

I knew I was forgettimg something...

Also upped the cap for techs and stuff so that there is some actual discions to be made.

[Sanure]

PTW and possible join. Depends.

[Harbingerjm]

Spoiler: ADMECH (click to show/hide)

Name: Explorator-Biologis Vorin Alectos.

Appearance: Tall, heavy-set, red robed, metal facial inserts, battered and heavily damaged armour. One Mechadendrite.

Class: Cyborg.

How you got here: Emperor-damned portals. Emperor-damned Warp weapons. Emperor-damned Heretical Xeno Scum.

Stats:  One hundred points total
HP: 45 (15 points)
Mana: 0
Speed: 5
Skill: 20 (+2)
M Attack: 0
Strength: 15
M defense: 25
Defense: 20

[kj1225]

Do me a favor and include the stat points spent next to the total health.

Otherwise it looks good.

[PrivateNomad]

Spoiler: Rhides Carenheim (click to show/hide)

Name: Rhides Carenheim



    Raw power.
A heavy stomping is heard as the ceiling of the IRIS HQ shakes, small flakes of white falling off as the stomping echoes through the hall.
    Dense hyperalloy plating.
Another stomp. The colossal armored person is seen stomping through the halls, earning more than a few glances from other people. This massive armored person stands at around 8 feet height, hoisting a massive cannon along with his extremely large metallic armor. The armored person's voice is heavily vocoded, making you unable to discern his or her gender. He stands in line to the reception desk as people nervously back away from him.
    Intimidation.
He moves to the front desk and shows the lady his identification, all while she nervously looks up at the hulking armor.
    And a lust to shooting and punching things.
       All of these things, built into one man or woman - into one colossal suit of armor. Found guarding an ancient dungeon, Rhides was more than eager to join us to get away from the boring lifestyle of hundreds of years guarding the dungeon. We enhanced his already-massive armor, and we turned him into a pure siege engine of destruction.
He calmly begins to tread through the halls again, to be assigned his first mission - and also who his team will be.

How you got here: An IRIS recovery team found Rhiden sitting on an ancient stone throne inside an ancient dungeon in France. At this time his armor was quite medieval. He stood up, and looked down the team with a red glow in his mask's eye holes. He asked why they were here, in a deep and powerful voice. They said they were recovering ancient magic artifacts. He said that his master's artifacts are not to be touched, or else he will attack.

They said his master was dead.
Rhides had nothing left to guard - his master was nevermore, yet his purpose was forevermore - to guard. But his time of dungeonkeeping and forcing minions around has ended. The IRIS recovery team brought him to the HQ, where he signs up to join.
Nobody knows who this armored dungeonkeeper is, nor how he came to be a dungeonkeeper.

But some say that his master still lives on.

Class: Cyborg, but adds adjustments to armor instead.

Stats:
  HP: 15 [45]
  Mana: 1 [4]
  Speed: 4
  Skill:  14
  M Attack: 1
  Strength: 35+2(knife)
  M defense:  15+2
  Defense: 15

[Shadestyle]

Spoiler: Player sheet (click to show/hide)

Name:  Johnny Demelson (And Corgi the alien)

Appearance: Oh I look pretty handsome, 5 feet 8 inches, black hair, fat beer gut and a missing right arm. caucasian, 22 years old, that sort of thing.

Class: Master

How you got here: Look, buddy, I have a giant alien tube thing attached to a fat alien bug thing attached to the stump where my arm used to be, it makes cheesy jokes, eats my food, and apparently i cannot remove it or I die, along with this, it basically does whatever the hell it wants unless i ask nicely (and sometimes not even then) I came to you guys hoping there was SOMETHING you could do to resolve this situation.  If not, I suppose I am looking for a job, since nobody will hire a person hosting an alien parasite bug the size of a corgi. It is also sucking the life out of me, since according to you guys, if it wasn't there I could use magic or some crap.


Stats:  One hundred points total
HP: 50
Mana: 0
Speed: 10
Skill:  15
M Attack: 0 
Strength: 10
M defense: 5
Defense: 10

Spoiler: Corgi's stats (click to show/hide)

Stats:  Fifty points
HP: 20
Mana: 7
Speed: 2
Skill:  5
M Attack: 1
Strength: 5
M defense: 5
Defense: 5

[MrVoid]

Interested

Spoiler: N (click to show/hide)

Name: N
Appearance:  A rather thin, sickly looking, bespectacled gentleman, somewhere between his late twenties, early thirties.  Tends to smell uncomfortable and walks with a heavy limp.
Class:Magi

How you got here: Former cultist of various ancient things that cannot be named.  IRIS managed to succeed in permanently killing one of them so he decided to switch allegiances.  Sacrificed most of his name and a great deal of his physical health for permanent personal power.  The letter he uses isn't even part of his original name.  He is closer actually being a specimen instead of a researcher.  Forbidden from casting in non-containment breach or assault events as his magic tends to come with an intense smell that no one can quite place, but gives them shivers.  Apparently a result of the fact that his magic came from creatures that tormented man's progenitors before the advent of agriculture.

HP:  15 (5)
Mana:  60 (15)
Speed: 10
Skill:  10
M Attack:  50
Strength:  0
M defense:  10
Defense:  0
Equipment: Leather Clothes: DR+1
Skills: Standard scale geometic manipulations and lesser summonings. (a tentacle through a portal or a subtle shift in the location of a targets spine.)

((Stats are probably going to get this character killed.  Oh well, we'll see.))