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[Adragis]

Deleted app pending a rewrite.

[armach]

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Name: Coldstone

Race:  Human

Gender: Male

Description:  A man of avg. height with most of his facial features obscured by a black and red bandanna and a black stetson. The only visible part of his face is a horizontal strip around his eyes revealing tanned skin.
He is wearing a smooth, clean, black overcoat with silver buttons. The overcoat is pristine save for a single bullet hole in the chest area. 
Underneath the coat the clothing resembles a cowboy's, albeit a bit more simple and darker in color and is visibly more worn compared to the coat.
He has four revolvers in holsters, two on his sides and two under his overcoat near his underarms. A set of black throwing knives rest in a series of pouches on his chest. He is wearing 3 bandoleers, two making a cross over his chest and another on his waist.

Back Story: Coldstone began life as a criminal, having been adopted by a group of bandits at a very young age. The gang, named The Black Razors for the infamous black knives they would leave at at raided caravans, roamed the land surrounding Buffalo's Rest.
It was there in those plains and deserts that Coldstone honed his skills with a revolver and a knife.

He earned his first kill in a hold up gone bad, that was also when he noticed that he had just as much coordination in his left hand as in his right, meaning he could shoot accurately with both hands. This is how he earned his first nickname "two-hands".

Several months later his boss gave him his first solo job. He was to go into Buffalo's Rest and shoot a merchant who had refused to pay caravan protection money. He set off a bit nervous but ready to make his boss proud. When Coldstone saw his prey for the first time he felt a strange shiver run down his spine. He felt a feverish instinct rise up in him, boiling his blood and tightening his vision. He ended up firing two full guns worth of lead into the merchant. He decided to leave the gang, his only family, in order to pursuit that feeling again. He became a hit-man.

Several years passed by and he became most infamous hit-man in the land due to his indiscriminate killings. He accepted all hits regardless of who was being targeted and he always followed through even if he didn't want to. Once his hits were marked, they were already dead. He was a wanted man from The Three Ports to The Crossing Guards.

He was content with his life, however it would all change in just one moment. The son of that merchant he killed had ordered a hit on the gang responsible for the death of his father, The Black Razors. Coldstone had to follow though, it was instinct, he had no choice. So one by one he hunted former friends slaying them in cold blood, his heart turning to stone. Eventually he caught up with the final member of the Black Razors his former boss and father figure and gunned him down too. He then realized he was wrong, there was still one last member of the Black Razors, himself.

He rode over to Buffalo's Rest and turned himself in, fully expecting to hang. However as he waited in his cell an unfamiliar face peered into his cell and offered him a better life, It was the Master.     
     
Augment type:  Physical Augmentations

Beneficial Augments: Ambidextrous: This mutant can use both sides of its body with the same ability as a right-handed person using their right hand (or leg)
Negative Augs:  Hunting Instinct: This mutant is dominated by a powerful urge to hunt and kill. The mutant may be fixated on a specific creature or type of person.

((Back story update.))

[BlitzDungeoneer]

Holey shit, that is long.
Now I know I won't get in, especially since I have no ideas for a backstory.

[Adragis]

Well, my new character is going to be from a rich family. That's all I know.

[Bumblebee]

Is there any space left for those willing to join? I'm full of enthusiasm and  have a great (at least I think so) idea for the backstory, but no experience. Will that be okay?

[kj1225]

Yeah, you can always make a sheet. Can't garruntee if you'll get in though.

[Bumblebee]

Yep. Will present it by tomorrow evening.

[Adragis]

Ach, I give up. Rosabelle Eiven is to be filed away and stuck somewhere else.
How can I un-PTW, by the way?

[BlitzDungeoneer]

Ach, I give up. Rosabelle Eiven is to be filed away and stuck somewhere else.
How can I un-PTW, by the way?

You can't.
I think somebody wrote a script for that a while back but, failing to that, you cannot.

[Adragis]

Ah, well.

[Sanure]

Wrote a little more for Tessa's backstory. Should make her even more fun to interact with.

[kj1225]

So, Bumblebee If you don't get your sheet up tomorrow I'm going to start the game without you.

[Bumblebee]

Sorry for the delay and for having no sence of proportion. Here is my character sheet:

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Name: Jen
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Description: Jen is about 36 years old. She is rather short - approximately 1.6 m tall, and looks kinda mannish: smart and brawny, with short, obviously neglected black hair. She's wearing a linen shirt with long wide sleeves, thin-leathern trousers and a jacket and high boots. All her clothes appear dusty; an attentive observer can notice that she's hiding knives in her boot-top and is carrying a scabbard on her forearm. She has also a holster on her hip, but she always prefered knives to fire-arms and use it only when there is no other way to fix the problem. It's not quite clear if she is unfriendly, taciturn or simply shy, but she keeps vigilant watch on what is happenning and listens to the talking around her.
Augment Type: Supernatural
Beneficial Augment: Jen feels the location of large bodies of water, huge rocks, large forests and other monumental natual objects. Theoretically she can't get lost, but as she never tried to develop or perfect this skill and never really cared for where she's going to, she often gets confused.
Negative Augment: When Jen gets near such an object she becomes very nervous, gets nightmares, becomes liable to go into hysterics and, basically, starts slowly losing her mind. Events like thunderstorms affects her the same way. Still, she controls herself really well.

Backstory: She was born in a comparatively rich family and spent first 15 years of her life among nurse-maids and, later, in boarding school, while her parents were travelling between the scanty settlements, trading. Once their caravan was attacked by the bandits and, as Jen was told, her mother was enslaved and father died of wound.

Soon the pre-paid boarding school money were over and the land lady regretfully thrown Jen with her beloved little brother away, justifying this action by the fact that boarding school is not an asylum or any other kind of charitable institution. Jen was the only person alive and able to take care of her brother, whom she truly and sincerely loved. At the age of 15 the easiest way to find a source of money was either to marry anyone who would like to take an orphan to wife or become a street whore. The first trick didn't come off and the second way filled Jen with nausea. She couldn't bring herself to take up this way, so she tried all the other things she could: she's been a dishwasher, a gofer, a waiter, a street pilferer from time to time. She wasn't taught anything useful  before, she never tried washing the dishes and wasn't ready for a life of a homeless beggar. There were times when they had nothing to eat and days they were glad they have a fat pigeon. But as her salf-defence skills (necessary for her situation) improved she more and more often was able to throw her self-made spear or her knife she found in a gutter neatly.

Few years after she gained a permanent post in a tavern at the outskirts. She hated it with all her heart but thus she got a room and food for brother and herself.
Once she met the Master surrounded by his followers in the street. He gave her a small coin, told she had the gift (mentioned before) and passed by.

At the age of 20 she cut her hair away, pretended to be a man and successfully enlisted the guard. Jen expected to be send to the desert, where she hoped to find her mother at one of the tribe sites. Instead she was ordered to patrol the streets. She didn't leave because of  the good salary and waited for her brother to grow up.

As he turned 16 she hired out as a security guard to a trade caravan and since then has traveled  all over the map. Nobody doubted her anymore. There was no difference for Jen where to go now, she had no true friends and no life goal: one of her tasks was completed- her brother has become a potter, joined the guild, married a good girl and now had all his life in front of him. As for the second... She still cherishes the hope to find her mother or to revenge her family, but doesn't care much about it as well.

A few days before she was visiting her brother in Buffalo's rest and overheard some romours about the group, which is going to set off for the Master. Jen easily found out the details and suddenly decided to use her savings (rather much) to join the expedition, to find the mighty man, who was once kind to her, and to change her life completely at last. That is why she came here on the outskirts of Buffalo's Rest packing her supplies onto the great undying elephant for travel. Not that she is not counting on some kind of reward in case she find the old. Will he help her find where the bandits who ruined her family 21 yaer ago, or grant her with some powers, or?

Not exactly what I was intended to make originally, but I hope will do. I'm not sure about the augment; fix it, if you have better idea.

[kj1225]

So, update on who's getting in.

BumbleBee is getting a top slot due to their excellent work writing out backstory.
Armach as well, is going to be joining the expedition for similar reasons.
Sanure will be joining for previous outstandness in other games we've been in together
Psionic Nightingale will be getting in to make sure there's one deadlander at least.
And Twinwolf will be joining for good backstory.

That last spot is still open, and I'll be picking who joins in that spot tomorrow, think of this as an extension to work on your characters.

[DontBanTheMan]

Looks interesting, hope I get in.

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Name: Sandor.
Race: Human.
Gender: Male.
Description: Thirty-three years old. Average height, but stoops slightly making him appear shorter than he actually is. Brown hair cut close to the head; looks as if it was cut by him (like crap). Sharp blue eyes, the only feature he possesses that truly stands out. Not a particularly handsome face, but most wouldn't consider it ugly. Doesn't appear physically weak, but possesses a very meek countenance. Seems like the kind of guy you'd threaten for lunch money.

Augment type: Supernatural (let me know if you need me to change the augs).
Beneficial Augments: The ability to restore people to health. Extends to anything he is aware of; broken legs, damaged minds. If he doesn't know you're hurt or what's wrong with you, though, he can't do anything about it.
Negative Augs: Possesses the inability to hate, which, when combined with his ideals, prevents him from willfully hurting or even indirectly bringing harm to any other sentient creature. Is able to feel self-loathing, however.

Bio: [Note - Keep in mind that Sandor is (was?) both a drama queen and depressive] Sandor grew up in Buffalo's Rest, born to a well-off family. He had a fairly normal childhood - nothing of particular note happened during it. No bandits destroying his village, or corrupt lawmen killing his father causing him to swear vengeance. No, he had a good childhood. One thing that would affect him, however, was his status. He developed an established sense of superiority over the destitute and lowborn, believing himself to be of higher class than them. His family's decent status inflated his ego, in a sense.

Following his childhood, Sandor signed up with the guard. Expecting to achieve a high rank immediately due to his family's status (which was certainly not as high as he believed), he was bitter and disappointed when given a low-ranking station within the city guard. Angry over what he viewed as a slight by his inferiors, he abused his power, often mercilessly beating criminals he apprehended and taking "bonuses" from those he aided. It was only his right, after all. This continued for three years; day after day in the same insulting position. One day, however, he went too far...after tackling a man who attempted to steal another (richer) man's purse, he beat him to an absolute pulp. Blow upon blow of pent-up rage rained down upon the thief; it was only after Sandor was torn away by another guard that he realized the man was dead. Sandor...had killed him.

Shocked by what he had done, Sandor drank himself into a stupor. What he had been doing for years crashed upon him like waves upon a cliff, shattering his view of the world and causing immense self-hate. He was a horrible person. Disgusted with himself and more drunk than anyone ought to be, he went to his room, sat down, and impaled himself on his sword. As he slowly drifted into the black haze of death, he saw a...figure. A hooded man. Sandor smiled; Death had come to greet him. Only, this was not death: it was the Master. Realizing Sandor's potential, the Master unlocked his potential and unleashed it within him, flooding his body with regenerative energy. Sandor was shocked back into the land of the living by this and a slap across the face for his stupidity, which he'll admit he quite deserved. Ever since his encounter with the Master, Sandor has devoted his life and his gift to the lessening of death and misery - be it his friends' or his enemies'. He has wandered for twelve years now, honing his ability and also learning more about the human body and mind.