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[Ardent Debater]

Many Years Ago...

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Countless Generations ago Mankind was mightier than all other beings of the Earth, Using their magical tools they built vast cities and prospered more than any other civilization that has or will ever exist.  None of them were hungry, sickness was a forgotten nightmare, None of them even had to labor because their powerful Golems did for them. Humanity was able to work miracles at will and did many amazing things, they controlled lightning and used it as fuel, they could create hundreds of pounds of steel in mere hours, Their power was so vast that they could even create new life from nothing.

Then came the End, War, Billions of Warriors fought and died, Entire islands were destroyed in an instant, Mountains shattered in mere moments. Humanity was turned against itself, but it was so evenly matched that no side could gain the advantage over the other. Human Scholars deduced that Non-Humans would be needed, They created the Red-guard and the Orcs to fight on the ground, they made the Elves to advance their already god-like power, they made the dwarf-folk to craft mighty weapons as well. As the new Races began to fight as well the Warfare became so intense that the Earth itself was torn apart, in order to have warriors able to navigate the treacherous swamps and ruins of the battlefield the Scholars made the catlike Khajiit and the reptilian Argonians. The Scholars then made countless breeds of War-beasts, the sight of which is enough to send even the strongest of warriors running in terror, but to no avail. Other Races were forged as well, although they have become rare and obscure with the passing of time.

Eventually The Great War began to come to a close, One side began to overtake the other, after several years of violent combat it became clear that the War was soon to end and that the Loser was certainly doomed. However, as the Victor's Forces marched on the Loser's Capital and victory was within sight, such was the Loser's hatred toward his foe that he decided that he would rather end the World than submit. A spoken command, and then total destruction was upon all the Cities of the World, Countless Families and Millennium of Work,  vaporized in an instant, leaving only barren, lifeless Ruins. When the Radiation from the Cataclysm began to take hold it became unsafe for all Races and Creatures, the Environment was ruined and the few beings hardy enough to survive were changed. All People took shelter in the Mountain Caves and Far-off places, all those that didn't were Mutated into disgusting mockeries of their former selves.

Over-time the Technology of the Old Ones was forgotten and the Peoples of the Earth descended into barbarism. After generations of waiting and struggling to survive the Radiation dissipated and the Environment became livable again. The different Races scattered, forming their own Kingdoms and Empires across the World. Now that Civilization has been reborn the World seems to be making a turn for the better. However, all is not well, ancient monstrosities and vile mutants scourge decent peoples everywhere, banditry and crime run rampant, War looms on the horizon. Only some few are courageous, insane, or greedy enough to face these threats.

These nomadic violent, rumor-mongering profiteers Heroes, dubbed 'Adventurers' by the people, travel the Land, righting wrongs, slaying evil (or good, or neutral, depends on the party), and looting corpses and ancient dungeons for treasure. This Thread shall tell the Story of several Adventurers, for good or for ill.

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OK Everybody, I know that I abandoned my previous Great River thread when it became clear that I couldn't possibly manage the sheer amount of players joining in and I'm sorry. The idea is still interesting to me and instead of GMing a Civilization-Building Game, I'll be GMing a somewhat cliched D&Desque Adventure Game. I'll only be accepting 3 players for now, as I don't believe I can handle any more with current time constraints. Onward to the actual game mechanics and how you can join.

Spoiler: Combat Mechanics (click to show/hide)

I roll my 1d20 dice for all combatants, apply modifiers based on skill, equipment, or whatever, and then go with a DF-like Chunky Salsa injury system. I know this is a kind of lazy way of doing things, but, meh.

Spoiler: Playable Races (click to show/hide)

Humans: They are basic, hardworking people. They are at the absolute middle of all Attributes and are the standard other Races are measured against. Humans are very proud of their status as eldest Race and many of them are very racist because of it. I shouldn't have to explain them any further.

Redguard: They usually have reddish or bronze colored skin. They are massive, (7-8 feet tall, 700-850 pounds) and have extremely strong muscles, dense and hard to break bones, a very powerful immune system, vast stamina, a deadened sense of pain, can heal very quickly from wounds and reproduce very quickly, with a gestation period of only 6 months and 60% of all births being Twins or Triplets. However, they are only half as smart as Humans, require twice as much food as normal Humans, are often very clumsy thanks to their huge mass, typically live for only 50 years and only 1 out of 5 Redguard are born females. (Scholars altered the male:female ratio in order to ensure that they wouldn't get out of control if they revolted.)

Orcs: They resemble extremely ugly, tall, very muscular green Humans. They are almost twice as strong as Humans, are much faster, (Although not any more Agile) have an amazing sense of smell, are more resistant to disease than normal Humans, have very sharp teeth and many of them have tusks and horns, they have an extremely strong stomach and can resist poisons and diseases much better than normal Humans, they can heal from injuries quicker than Humans, and reproduce very quickly, with most Orc females giving birth twice a year on average. The are extremely aggressive, leading them to take unnecessary risks in battle, they often fight each other during peacetime, they are extremely stupid with most being barely a third as smart as normal Human beings, Orcs can only consume meat but they aren't picky and will happily resort to cannibalism and eating their enemies during times of hunger, they are very territorial, they are quite lazy and prefer enslaving other races to working themselves, and most only live to be 25 years old but they reach adulthood very quickly, maturing by the time they are 6 years old.

Elves: They look like extremely beautiful, slender Humans. They are very agile and some can dodge arrows with ease, along with being so quick that it's more or less impossible to outrun them for most Races,  Elves are very intelligent and are twice as smart as normal Humans, or three times as intelligent in the case of High Elves, Elves also need very little food to survive, they have very acute senses, particularly sight and hearing, they are very long-lived with some becoming as ancient as 300 years old before finally dying of old age. However, thanks to their light body weight they are very weak, simply because they don't have much body mass, their bones are thin and easily broken, thanks to their slow metabolism they heal slowly, thanks to their long lifespans most Elves are very reluctant to fight unless it's to defend their homes, they have very little natural defense against sickness and females often take two years to give birth. There are three separate sub-races of Elves and they hate each other although non-Elves have an extremely hard time telling them apart. The Wood Elves are even more agile than other Elves and have a natural affinity for nature. The Snow Elves are as strong as Humans and aren't as fragile as other Elves, they have a superhuman tolerance for cold temperatures although they hate hot climates. The High Elves are three times as intelligent as Humans and can live to be 400 years old, they are very arrogant however and strongly dislike other Races having authority over them.

Dwarves: They look like very short, muscular, bearded Humans. Dwarves are master craftsmen and architects, with skilled Dwarves being capable of producing masterworks out of scrap parts, They are immensely strong for their size and can match with Orcs for sheer strength, They require alcohol to keep themselves alive and healthy, their beards function similarly to whiskers and pick up vibrations in the air around them, making it very challenging to sneak up on them, Dwarves are 1.5 times as smart as Humans and are master mathematicians but they often lack common sense. Dwarves are famous for their stubbornness and most will refuse to retreat from a battle even when it's clear that they've lost, they are infamous for their greed and will do anything to get their hands on precious minerals, due to their very small stature they can cover ground only half as quickly as Humans can but they have the largest stamina of any Race and can keep running for hours upon hours without flagging in speed. Dwarves are Extremely Loyal to their family, friends, and clan, and place very little value on their own lives. They prefer Mountains and Hills to flat ground and dislike most taller Races but some Dwarves like Humans. They have a gestation period of 1 year and can live to be over 200 years old.

Khajiit: They resemble a cat twisted into a Humanoid shape. They are extremely agile and graceful, equaling Wood Elves, for sheer agility but they aren't as fast because they're body mass is equal to that of a Human, they are nocturnal and can see in the dark as well as they can during the day, they are wiry and strong but most Humans slightly surpass their strength, they aren't stupid but they do lack restraint and are extremely curious, leading many of them to wander the land in a nomadic lifestyle, they reproduce very quickly and give birth to litters of 3-6 but because they can only consume meat most Khajiit limit the amount of offspring they produce, to prevent a food shortage. Khajiit usually live to be 60 years old. Khajiit have very sharp teeth and fangs, they also have retractable claws, Khajiit frequently use these in close combat to produce devastating results when combined with their agility. The Khajiit can only eat meat but largely prefer fish, They have a thin layer of fur that helps them with cold temperatures although they have no problem with hot climates. Khajiit are famous for their stealth ability and many of them are thieves. Khajiit are fiercely independent and often pay no heed to central authority. Most Khajiit are very lazy and spend most of their time sleeping.

Argonians: They look like a humanoid lizard with a forked tongue and scales. Argonians are slightly more strong and agile than Humans but not enough to make a significant difference in a fight, they have a thin layer of scales making them resistant to cutting weapons, they are omnivores but tend towards meat, particularly insects and fish but they aren't picky by any means, they have an extremely hardy stomach giving them the ability to digest nearly anything and get nutrients out of it, thanks to their stomach and unique blood chemistry they are extremely resistant to poisons of all kinds, they have the strongest immune system of Any Race and are nearly invincible to disease which they regard as a somewhat foreign concept. They also have extremely powerful regenerative capabilities and can grow back lost limbs and body parts, they have a good sense of sight and smell but their hearing is only sub-par. The Argonians are cold-blooded, meaning that they have a low tolerance for extreme temperatures. They require very little sleep or food to remain healthy. Argonians reproduce by laying eggs whereas all other Races give live births, they defend their eggs zealously and the eggs normally take 7-9 months to hatch. Argonians normally live to be around 30 years old but some rarely exceed 40. There are two sub-races of Argonian, Desert Argonians and Swamp Argonians. Desert Argonians typically have brownish scales and have the unique ability to go for days without food or water. Swamp Argonians typically have greenish scales and rarely blue scales, and have the unique ability to breathe underwater indefinitely.

Half-Breeds: Half-Breeds aren't really a Race so much as a broad category to put all beings that are descended from two or more Races, Half-Breeds are fairly rare and as such can't constitute a sizable portion of a Civilization.

Mutants: These abominations come in all shapes and sizes and vary wildly from one another, the only thing that any of them have in common is their barbarism, savagery, and hatred towards the normal Races.

Spoiler: The Lore (click to show/hide)

Actual Hocus-Pocus style Magic, doesn't exist but most believe that it does to some extent, and Old One Technology is often considered to be "Magical." Most self professed "Mages" are really just Herbalists, Charlatans, and convincing Illusionists, and they are feared, and often persecuted.  Much like in the actual Dark Ages.

Spoiler: Character Template (click to show/hide)

Name:(The Character's name)

Gender:(Male or Female)

Age:(Depends on Race)

Appearance:(Short description of the Character's looks)

Race:(It can be any of the Playable Races)

Traits:(A few things that make your Character unique, like being exceptionally strong, or very stupid. All Positive Traits must be balanced by an inversely proportional Negative Trait. Neutral Traits with little to no effect are fine as well, (A scar, an obscure phobia and so on.)

Religion:(It can be literally anything, and you don't even have to put anything here, but please don't put in an actual religion, I don't want to offend anybody over a game.)

Profession:(Anything, as long as it's plausible, or !!FUN!! It'll effect the Character's Starting Gear)

Personality:(Basic description of the Character's Personality)

Motivation:(Why did your Character become an Adventurer? Do they seek Ancient Artifacts? Do they want Riches and Fame? Are they just a psychopath looking for an outlet?

Backstory:(Where did your Character come from, and why did he/she become an Adventurer?)

Home Civilization(This is Completely Optional):(What Civilization did your Character come from, just put in two to three sentences describing the Civilization, it's biome, government, the races that make it up, it's military, primary religion and so on.)

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With that out of the way, get to Posting. I'll wait around a day or two before I accept the three best Character Sheets. If it doesn't have much, it's less likely to get in.

[NRDL]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Nix Jeronson

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Appearance: Tall, with long, muscled limbs, brown skin and a messy mop of black hair.  A thin pencil moustache rests on his impish face.

Race: Human

Traits: Good sense of balance, rhythm and timing,
Glass jaw, Long reach, Speaks without thinking

Religion: Animist

Profession: Prizefighter

Personality: A man with considerable braggadocio, cocky, charismatic, but also has a mean sadistic streak, which he struggles to suppress in his personal life.

Motivation: To seek fame and fortune, and also as a means of channeling his natural aggression,

Backstory: Born into a nomadic clan of gypsies, Nix found little joy in the daily struggle for survival.  Not wanting to live entirely in the wild, nor completely in civilisation as a craftsman or labourer, Nix opted to follow the path of the fist fighter.  While he did not have the raw durability of other fighters from his clan, he more than made up for it with his agility, skill, and viciousness.  Becoming the best fighter within his general area, Nix left for greener pastures, hoping for better opponents and greater opportunities for pay and battle. 

Home Civilisation: The Fakor, a loosely amalgamated collection of nomadic/semi-sedentary tribes with ethnic and religious connections, scattered just about everywhere.  Culturally ingrained with strong spiritual practices, Fakorins hold the natural world in great esteem, preferring the freedom of the wild, but still capable of living in cities out of necessity

[FallacyofUrist]

Spoiler: A Thing (click to show/hide)

Name: Jamax Des
Gender: Male(most of the time)
Age: He's lost count. At least several hundred years.
Appearance: The only real constant with Jamax is the crystal-looking thing embedded somewhere in his body(usually not a limb though). Everything else varies.

Race: Mutant, Random Metamorph(will be explained in traits)

Traits:
Random Shapeshifting: While Jamax sleeps, his body randomly changes in a variety of ways. The end result is that at the start of each day(or whenever he wakes up), he does so in a new body. He has no control over what he ends up becoming. Whatever he becomes may have powerful capabilities, but the more powerful it is, the more it tends to be balanced out by weaknesses.
Stability: Some aspects of Jamax's body, however, are much less likely(but still somewhat possible) to change. These aspects include: male gender, being bipedal, being intelligent as a human, being able to communicate vocally(to some degree), and having at least two senses, one visual, for perceiving the world. Again, note that these can change, but only rarely compared to the other possible changes.
Vulnerable Core: No matter what body Jamax ends up having, there will always be a fist-sized core of very resilient crystal somewhere in his body- poking through the skin, usually. This core is usually found in Jamax's chest(or equivalent) or in his forehead. Although this core is rather resistant to damage, if it's damaged... Seeing as the core basically contains Jamax's mind... damaging it causes him to lose his mind. Going berserk is pretty common when this happens, but other types of insanity have happened. Thankfully, in the long run, the core can repair itself. If the core is ever separated from Jamax's body... he'll be basically dead until the core is embedded within some volume of flesh(not necessarily his old body), at which point the random shapeshifting will start once again...
Carnivore: Jamax can only digest meat(most of the time) and water.
Bane of Electrum: The alloy of silver and gold known as electrum can disrupt Jamax's bodily function if he comes into contact with it.

Profession: Bodyguard

Personality: It varies. Waking up in a different body daily tends to do that. It is to be noted that the more extreme Jamax's body is, the angrier he tends to get.

Motivation: Control. That's always been Jamax's goal. Control over his transformations, to be precise. He hopes to find some Old One technology or magic that will allow him to control his transformations.

Backstory: There was once a man named Vincent. That man was an Old One, who lived a long time ago. His greatest work: Jamax's core. Vincent was somewhat wealthy. And he loved to experiment. Eventually, his laboratory was attacked by orcs. Vincent was powerful, but not powerful enough. Vincent fell, but as his last action, he embedded Jamax's core within one of the orcs. A day later, half of the orcs were dead, courtesy of a rather extreme transformation. The other half were fleeing.
Given some time... Jamax eventually found his home with a group of elves. Although that was a good time, Jamax had to move on after the elves revealed that they couldn't grant him control(after a few weeks of magical experiments). After a few false starts, including one when Jamax was enslaved(that did not end well for his master), Jamax eventually became a traveling bodyguard, his services for hire, allowing him to travel in an attempt to find some Old One technology or magic to grant him control.

Home Civilization: Jamax really doesn't have one.

[Ardent Debater]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Nix Jeronson

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Appearance: Tall, with long, muscled limbs, brown skin and a messy mop of black hair.  A thin pencil moustache rests on his impish face.

Race: Human

Traits: Good sense of balance, rhythm and timing,
Glass jaw, Long reach, Speaks without thinking

Religion: Animist

Profession: Prizefighter

Personality: A man with considerable braggadocio, cocky, charismatic, but also has a mean sadistic streak, which he struggles to suppress in his personal life.

Motivation: To seek fame and fortune, and also as a means of channeling his natural aggression,

Backstory: Born into a nomadic clan of gypsies, Nix found little joy in the daily struggle for survival.  Not wanting to live entirely in the wild, nor completely in civilisation as a craftsman or labourer, Nix opted to follow the path of the fist fighter.  While he did not have the raw durability of other fighters from his clan, he more than made up for it with his agility, skill, and viciousness.  Becoming the best fighter within his general area, Nix left for greener pastures, hoping for better opponents and greater opportunities for pay and battle. 

Home Civilisation: The Fakor, a loosely amalgamated collection of nomadic/semi-sedentary tribes with ethnic and religious connections, scattered just about everywhere.  Culturally ingrained with strong spiritual practices, Fakorins hold the natural world in great esteem, preferring the freedom of the wild, but still capable of living in cities out of necessity

Interesting, Pugilism is always !!FUN!!

Spoiler: A Thing (click to show/hide)

Name: Jamax Des
Gender: Male(most of the time)
Age: He's lost count. At least several hundred years.
Appearance: The only real constant with Jamax is the crystal-looking thing embedded somewhere in his body(usually not a limb though). Everything else varies.

Race: Mutant, Random Metamorph(will be explained in traits)

Traits:
Random Shapeshifting: While Jamax sleeps, his body randomly changes in a variety of ways. The end result is that at the start of each day(or whenever he wakes up), he does so in a new body. He has no control over what he ends up becoming. Whatever he becomes may have powerful capabilities, but the more powerful it is, the more it tends to be balanced out by weaknesses.
Stability: Some aspects of Jamax's body, however, are much less likely(but still somewhat possible) to change. These aspects include: male gender, being bipedal, being intelligent as a human, being able to communicate vocally(to some degree), and having at least two senses, one visual, for perceiving the world. Again, note that these can change, but only rarely compared to the other possible changes.
Vulnerable Core: No matter what body Jamax ends up having, there will always be a fist-sized core of very resilient crystal somewhere in his body- poking through the skin, usually. This core is usually found in Jamax's chest(or equivalent) or in his forehead. Although this core is rather resistant to damage, if it's damaged... Seeing as the core basically contains Jamax's mind... damaging it causes him to lose his mind. Going berserk is pretty common when this happens, but other types of insanity have happened. Thankfully, in the long run, the core can repair itself. If the core is ever separated from Jamax's body... he'll be basically dead until the core is embedded within some volume of flesh(not necessarily his old body), at which point the random shapeshifting will start once again...
Carnivore: Jamax can only digest meat(most of the time) and water.
Bane of Electrum: The alloy of silver and gold known as electrum can disrupt Jamax's bodily function if he comes into contact with it.

Profession: Bodyguard

Personality: It varies. Waking up in a different body daily tends to do that. It is to be noted that the more extreme Jamax's body is, the angrier he tends to get.

Motivation: Control. That's always been Jamax's goal. Control over his transformations, to be precise. He hopes to find some Old One technology or magic that will allow him to control his transformations.

Backstory: There was once a man named Vincent. That man was an Old One, who lived a long time ago. His greatest work: Jamax's core. Vincent was somewhat wealthy. And he loved to experiment. Eventually, his laboratory was attacked by orcs. Vincent was powerful, but not powerful enough. Vincent fell, but as his last action, he embedded Jamax's core within one of the orcs. A day later, half of the orcs were dead, courtesy of a rather extreme transformation. The other half were fleeing.
Given some time... Jamax eventually found his home with a group of elves. Although that was a good time, Jamax had to move on after the elves revealed that they couldn't grant him control(after a few weeks of magical experiments). After a few false starts, including one when Jamax was enslaved(that did not end well for his master), Jamax eventually became a traveling bodyguard, his services for hire, allowing him to travel in an attempt to find some Old One technology or magic to grant him control.

Home Civilization: Jamax really doesn't have one.

Normally, I wouldn't accept a Shape-shifting Character, as suddenly changing into Animals instantly goes against the setting, but this obviously had a lot of thought put into it. The backstory isn't that implausible considering the level of Old One Technology, and it's somewhat balanced by the Random changes, which bring some interesting ideas to mind. I'll consider this a valid Character submission. In a day or two I'll choose the Party's Characters.

Note: Actual Hocus-Pocus style Magic, doesn't exist but most believe that it does to some extent, and Old One Technology is often considered to be "Magical." Most self professed "Mages" are really just Herbalists, Charlatans, and convincing Illusionists, and they are feared, and often persecuted.  Much like in the actual Dark Ages.

[Ardent Debater]

I know this is shameless, but Bump. I need Players.

[crazyabe]

PTW, SHEET WILL COME LATER.

[Yourmaster]

CHARACTER INCOMING.
EDIT: [spoiler]Name: Alex Raman

Gender: male

Age: 12 years, fully mature

Appearance: A truly beautiful being, rare for a mutant. Bronzed skin with short, curly hair. Deep blue eyes. Two curved tusks come from his forehead, seeming to be white enough to appear as a polished trophy rather than connected to a living being.

Race: Mutant (I used Piecewise's Automorphica for my traits.)

Traits: Two large, curved horns
Attractive: This mutant is considered incredibly attractive, physically perfect, and sexually desirable by other members of its species (barring any other mutations that might spoil such beauty)
Retractable claws

Extreme paranoia
Hunting instinct: Dominated by wanting to hunt and kill. Fixated on the murder of sapient beings.
Sadism
Easily effected by cold

Religion: The Cult of The Endless Truth worships and takes beliefs from many other religions. Their main objects of worship are demons, Djinn, and other malevolent mythical creatures. Their believe that the gods associated with purity, peace, and tolerance have turned their backs on mortals. As such, the dark gods have gained power and are now more deserving of worship. Common practices of the religion include mass execution of heretics, sacrifice of sapients as well as animals, the destruction and replacement of other religious items of worship. They are currently small scale, only existing in small sects.

Profession: Prophet of The Cult of Endless Truth

Personality: Despite their beautiful outward appearance, Alex is constantly in mental turmoil. They are always fighting off the urge to torture people to death. He will, of course, indulge in the practice when not in public. They suffer from extreme paranoia, and have problems trusting all but the closest of people.

Motivation: To spread the cult and fight for the dark gods, as well as personal pleasure.

Backstory: Hailing from a nomadic tribe, Alex learned quickly to hunt. His combat skills were surprising, but he showed such enjoyment of the death of creatures, he was quickly considered an odd child. Still, the trait of enjoying the hunt was encouraged in him. His mutations made him physically powerful, but he had shown mental aggression and enjoyment of suffering in others. He learned deeply about the religion of The Cult of Endless Truth. He quickly took to it, and learned the intricacies of the religion easily. One hunting trips, he would constantly keep animals alive to sacrifice later. His skills as a religious as well as combative leader were shown, and he eventually left so that he could spread his capabilities and power around.

Home Civilization(This is Completely Optional): Alex came from a nomadic tribe of mutants. They didn't have much organization. Their only beliefs were that the strong would hunt and fight, and the weak would die off. Their chieftain was alive during the first generation after the destruction of the old world. The tribe worships The Cult of Endless Truth.

[Ardent Debater]

PTW, SHEET WILL COME LATER.

CHARACTER INCOMING.

Oh boy, All Capital Letters! 

[crazyabe]

Spoiler: Character Sheet Complete! (click to show/hide)

Name: Zog'ranooak

Gender: Male?

Age: between 27 - 32

Appearance: He is Massive with large Chunks of Bone Spearing out of his back. His Skin Is somewhat Rotted.

Race: Mutant

Traits: Massive, Well Learned, Thick Skulled | [Rad Resistant] | Stinks Horribly, Slow Reaction time, Butter Fingers

Religion: "The Order Of Adem"

Profession: Previously Underpaid Royal-guard of The Pacifist King Noz'olgrac Deep Woods.

Personality: he is Somewhat Slow to notice things. He Has a Vocabulary of over 9000 Words and Can Easily Speak like a well learned Gentleman, But Generally he acts like people Expect him to act out of convenience; as a Savage.

Motivation: He was Bored and Killing things is Fun, See where this is going?

Backstory: He got bored and Left, Not much to it.

Home Civilization: Necropolis, a Land Populated by Mutants. It is within a Jungle Thought to be somewhere to the West...

And a Question, did you Forget about THIS GAME or..?

[Ardent Debater]

CHARACTER INCOMING.
EDIT:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Alex Raman

Gender: male

Age: 12 years, fully mature

Appearance: A truly beautiful being, rare for a mutant. Bronzed skin with short, curly hair. Deep blue eyes. Two curved tusks come from his forehead, seeming to be white enough to appear as a polished trophy rather than connected to a living being.

Race: Mutant (I used Piecewise's Automorphica for my traits.)

Traits: Two large, curved horns
Attractive: This mutant is considered incredibly attractive, physically perfect, and sexually desirable by other members of its species (barring any other mutations that might spoil such beauty)
Retractable claws

Extreme paranoia
Hunting instinct: Dominated by wanting to hunt and kill. Fixated on the murder of sapient beings.
Sadism
Easily effected by cold

Religion: The Cult of The Endless Truth worships and takes beliefs from many other religions. Their main objects of worship are demons, Djinn, and other malevolent mythical creatures. Their believe that the gods associated with purity, peace, and tolerance have turned their backs on mortals. As such, the dark gods have gained power and are now more deserving of worship. Common practices of the religion include mass execution of heretics, sacrifice of sapients as well as animals, the destruction and replacement of other religious items of worship. They are currently small scale, only existing in small sects.

Profession: Prophet of The Cult of Endless Truth

Personality: Despite their beautiful outward appearance, Alex is constantly in mental turmoil. They are always fighting off the urge to torture people to death. He will, of course, indulge in the practice when not in public. They suffer from extreme paranoia, and have problems trusting all but the closest of people.

Motivation: To spread the cult and fight for the dark gods, as well as personal pleasure.

Backstory: Hailing from a nomadic tribe, Alex learned quickly to hunt. His combat skills were surprising, but he showed such enjoyment of the death of creatures, he was quickly considered an odd child. Still, the trait of enjoying the hunt was encouraged in him. His mutations made him physically powerful, but he had shown mental aggression and enjoyment of suffering in others. He learned deeply about the religion of The Cult of Endless Truth. He quickly took to it, and learned the intricacies of the religion easily. One hunting trips, he would constantly keep animals alive to sacrifice later. His skills as a religious as well as combative leader were shown, and he eventually left so that he could spread his capabilities and power around.

Home Civilization(This is Completely Optional): Alex came from a nomadic tribe of mutants. They didn't have much organization. Their only beliefs were that the strong would hunt and fight, and the weak would die off. Their chieftain was alive during the first generation after the destruction of the old world. The tribe worships The Cult of Endless Truth.
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Your Spoilers are Broken. A Doomsday Cult Prophet bent on violent murder? Not the most original thing to ever come out of these forums, but those kinds of Characters are always very !!FUN!! Also, a Beautiful Mutant would be extremely rare, but with dominant Elvish Ancestor genes or extreme Luck that's entirely possible. Quick Question, what exactly is Piecewise's Automorphica?

[spoiler=Character Sheet Complete!]Name: Zog'ranooak

Gender: Male?

Age: between 27 - 32

Appearance: He is Massive with large Chunks of Bone Spearing out of his back. His Skin Is somewhat Rotted.

Race: Mutant

Traits: Massive, Well Learned, Thick Skulled | [Rad Resistant] | Stinks Horribly, Slow Reaction time, Butter Fingers

Religion: "The Order Of Adem"

Profession: Previously Underpaid Royal-guard of The Pacifist King Noz'olgrac Deep Woods.

Personality: he is Somewhat Slow to notice things. He Has a Vocabulary of over 9000 Words and Can Easily Speak like a well learned Gentleman, But Generally he acts like people Expect him to act out of convenience; as a Savage.

Motivation: He was Bored and Killing things is Fun, See where this is going?

Backstory: He got bored and Left, Not much to it.

Home Civilization: Necropolis, a Land Populated by Mutants. It is within a Jungle Thought to be somewhere to the West...

And a Question, did you Forget about THIS GAME or..?

Ah, A Mutant from Necropolis I see? Interesting. And, About THAT GAME, I haven't forgotten, I just realized that I don't have nearly enough time or ability to manage that many Players, I'm sorry I dropped it with no explanation like that.

Side note: I'd prefer it if the entire Party wasn't made up of Mutants, and if the next sheets had different Races. The more of one Race there are for PC's, the less likely an individual of that Race will make it into the Party. I will be wait-listing though, so if you aren't chosen to begin with your Character can come in later, after any PC deaths or retirements.

[spümpkin]

I shall join the force, as the one lizard-man!

Spoiler: Argonian time (click to show/hide)

Name: Merlock

Gender: Male

Age:23

Appearance: Merlock is a dark-brown scaled Argonian, of about medium height, with two curved horns protruding from the back of his head. He seems to be quite toned but not particularly muscly, and he also only ever seems to be wearing a pair of baggy linen pants, which are trimmed at the ends to allow movement. He also wears a red sash over his chest, which also acts as a belt. He also bears a gash reaching from above his left eye to just below his right nostril, and he wears an eye-patch over his left eye.

Race: Desert Argonian

Traits:
Fasting Way: Merlock trained with a band of monks in his travels, and as such learnt to fast when in need, and to savour every piece of the land.
Disciplined: Nothing can break Merlock's concentration, as he has seen too much already to be scared or shocked. He never strays from the task at hand.
Swordsman: Merlock was trained by many different warriors, in many different lands, and as such he has learnt how to use a sword in most ways possible.

Vow of Poverty: Merlock swore on the blood of his ancestors, that all others must come before him, and he will not touch wealth of any kind, unless given to him as an act of charity.
Scar: Merlock has a large scar covering most of his face, and this can disturb people at times.

Half-Blind: There was a time when Merlock fought profusely, despite him constantly being told not to, and this is how he came to bear a scar over his eye, which rendered him blind in his left eye.
Martyr: Merlock will always put others before him, and this can quite often lead to him getting into near-death scenarios, as he will take hits for his companions.
Sacred Garb: The outfit Merlock wears cannot be changed for anything, or else he will break his sacred oath, and dishonour his ancestors.


Religion: Alueriesm. The Aluerists are believers that the land is a sacred gift, and must be treasured by each person on it. They put others before themselves, as they are not truly divine, and by sacrificing one's own needs, they can put all their effort into helping others become enlightened.

Profession: Travelling Swordsman: Once Merlock left his Aluerist camp, he set off to spread the word of enlightenment, travelling on foot, training in the art of swordplay, and collecting knick-knacks, curiousities, and cultural knowledge along the way.

Personality: Merlock is a quiet person, as he does not need to talk much, but he will talk when approached or when he feels necessary. He is also quite solemn, as he spends most of his spare time disciplining himself, he does not express much, and is prepared for anything. However, he does occasionally show a brighter, and more open side around others he deems close enough.

Motivation: Merlock has a drive and passion to spread the word of Aluerism, but he also believes that you can gain the most by accepting other people's beliefs, and integrating aspects of them into your own, and by doing so the world can become a better place.

Backstory: Merlock was raised in an Aluerist camp, in the middle of nowhere. He spent his days training with a play-sword, and meditating at the temple. He learnt basic skills, like reading and writing, but he was never tested on them, so his skills are debatable. Once he reached a certain age however, he could no longer stay in the camp with his family, as to better oneself you must rely on oneself. He has adventured for a while now, but only now has he expanded outside of his home desert region.

Home Civilization(This is Completely Optional): Merlock was raised in Altheria, the Aluerist settlement in the southern deserts. The area is mostly a collection of tribes, but there is a capitol, which Merlock has never seen or visited. The tribes are self-sustaining, and hunt sand-creatures, whilst growing arid plants to reap water from. They do not need to eat much, so they do not farm as much as a normal civilisation would. There is not much more than that, and they show no signs of expanding. They are going fine, mostly, as not many other races are willing to venture that far into the desert to take out one small religious settlement.

Hope I'm not too late!

[AbstractTraitorHero]

((Are you still interested in players?))

[Ardent Debater]

I shall join the force, as the one lizard-man!

Spoiler: Argonian time (click to show/hide)

Name: Merlock

Gender: Male

Age:23

Appearance: Merlock is a dark-brown scaled Argonian, of about medium height, with two curved horns protruding from the back of his head. He seems to be quite toned but not particularly muscly, and he also only ever seems to be wearing a pair of baggy linen pants, which are trimmed at the ends to allow movement. He also wears a red sash over his chest, which also acts as a belt. He also bears a gash reaching from above his left eye to just below his right nostril, and he wears an eye-patch over his left eye.

Race: Desert Argonian

Traits:
Fasting Way: Merlock trained with a band of monks in his travels, and as such learnt to fast when in need, and to savour every piece of the land.
Disciplined: Nothing can break Merlock's concentration, as he has seen too much already to be scared or shocked. He never strays from the task at hand.
Swordsman: Merlock was trained by many different warriors, in many different lands, and as such he has learnt how to use a sword in most ways possible.

Vow of Poverty: Merlock swore on the blood of his ancestors, that all others must come before him, and he will not touch wealth of any kind, unless given to him as an act of charity.
Scar: Merlock has a large scar covering most of his face, and this can disturb people at times.

Half-Blind: There was a time when Merlock fought profusely, despite him constantly being told not to, and this is how he came to bear a scar over his eye, which rendered him blind in his left eye.
Martyr: Merlock will always put others before him, and this can quite often lead to him getting into near-death scenarios, as he will take hits for his companions.
Sacred Garb: The outfit Merlock wears cannot be changed for anything, or else he will break his sacred oath, and dishonour his ancestors.


Religion: Alueriesm. The Aluerists are believers that the land is a sacred gift, and must be treasured by each person on it. They put others before themselves, as they are not truly divine, and by sacrificing one's own needs, they can put all their effort into helping others become enlightened.

Profession: Travelling Swordsman: Once Merlock left his Aluerist camp, he set off to spread the word of enlightenment, travelling on foot, training in the art of swordplay, and collecting knick-knacks, curiousities, and cultural knowledge along the way.

Personality: Merlock is a quiet person, as he does not need to talk much, but he will talk when approached or when he feels necessary. He is also quite solemn, as he spends most of his spare time disciplining himself, he does not express much, and is prepared for anything. However, he does occasionally show a brighter, and more open side around others he deems close enough.

Motivation: Merlock has a drive and passion to spread the word of Aluerism, but he also believes that you can gain the most by accepting other people's beliefs, and integrating aspects of them into your own, and by doing so the world can become a better place.

Backstory: Merlock was raised in an Aluerist camp, in the middle of nowhere. He spent his days training with a play-sword, and meditating at the temple. He learnt basic skills, like reading and writing, but he was never tested on them, so his skills are debatable. Once he reached a certain age however, he could no longer stay in the camp with his family, as to better oneself you must rely on oneself. He has adventured for a while now, but only now has he expanded outside of his home desert region.

Home Civilization(This is Completely Optional): Merlock was raised in Altheria, the Aluerist settlement in the southern deserts. The area is mostly a collection of tribes, but there is a capitol, which Merlock has never seen or visited. The tribes are self-sustaining, and hunt sand-creatures, whilst growing arid plants to reap water from. They do not need to eat much, so they do not farm as much as a normal civilisation would. There is not much more than that, and they show no signs of expanding. They are going fine, mostly, as not many other races are willing to venture that far into the desert to take out one small religious settlement.

Hope I'm not too late!

Ooh, A warrior-swordmaster of an environmentalist religion? Very interesting.

((Are you still interested in players?))

Absolutely, I'll be accepting Character submissions for the next few hours, not everyone's Character will make it into the 3 Player Slots I'm able to manage. Everyone who's Character doesn't make it in will be wait-listed and will join in upon the death or retirement of one of the three PC's.

[Ardent Debater]

If anybody else wants to post a Character, you've got until tomorrow.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Vermillion Sweetheart

Gender:(Female)

Age:18

Appearance:half elf half argonian she has the typical eleven ears and her skin has a ever so slight green tint and her eyes are bright Vermillion and cheerfull full of life she has short yet neatly combed Green hair that is brushed so it sweeps sideways she is 8ft5 and has c cup boobs she also probably the most identifying thing of her argonian heritage she has a tail it is long and is not scaled being a red rocky color she noticeably seems to have ever so small openings in her neck gills.

Race:half elf half argonian

Traits:
+Brave
-Reckless
+Stalwart
-Naive
+ and -Extremely attractive but this is not nesscarily a good thing garnering attention she may not want.
-Has a extreme fear of being alone even for a moment
+Charismatic:
-Pacifist has extreme trouble fighting others and will commonly cry at violence.
+Water breather
-Can't swim
+can sing well
-Can't dance for Jack
-creepy
Religion:Pacifism more a code of principles then a religion Vermilion lives by these rules.
1 Help those less fortunate
2 Never give up on yourself or anyone
3 if you absolutly must resort to violence do not kill your opponents
4 practicing fighting for fun or recreation is fine as long as no one can get hurt
5 show no prejudice treat everyone equally
6 if you have Been wronged by one person blame them you and them are the only ones at fault


Profession:Saint

Personality:Clingy and desperate for kindness or love many are creeped out where after thanking her they find her inside their house making them dinner out of sheer joy at being complimented.Naive and with little knowledge about how the world works Vermilion always does what she thinks is right regardless of the consequences and is known to even when starving to death still give the beggar's gold she could be called a creepy saint.(Basic description of the Character's Personality)

Motivation:To not be alone to be wanted to be important to somebody.

Backstory:Vermilion.....dosent know honestly she woke up in a forest at the age of 14 most of her memory's of her mother and father gone alone and scared she wandered the world desperately for someone to take her in care for her love her...she never got that every time she was abandoned.... Thrown away like trash after they were done she has joined in the hopes someone will care someone will love her someone will not leave her like everyone else she's at her wits end.