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Blergh....Going to try and complete this character soon. Maybe even by the time the characters are chosen. Yay, I did it.

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Name: Jamison Vard

Gender: Male

Age: 42

Appearance: Jamison (or James) Vard is of middling height, and has no particularly discerning looks, but has the rough-housed look of a someone mistreated in his youth. He wears practical and hardy clothing, often home repaired for lack of funds, and covers his disheveled brown hair with a sandy yellow sunhat.

Race: Human

Traits:

Way with words: James can persuade others and manipulate them with ease. He always knows the right things to say.
Archaeologist's instinct: James can often find things that others would not normally on pure instinct. He doesn't know how this works. Likewise, he can tell if old things are bad, or trapped.
Layman's Weapon: James knows that the average layman's tool, incorrectly used, is a good weapon.
Made of Strong Stuff: James shrugs off most small injuries, and some big ones.
Curiosity killed the Cat: His curiosity often leads him into bad situations, having to fight in his mind to not burst out if something old is at stake.
Hated: James carries the scar-marks of the Church, which makes most people resent him, but only if they know of it as well.
Findings over Life: James shows a hearty capability to disregard any issue to get the artifact home.
Multiple Personality Disorder: James is found to be almost like two people living in the same body. This attracts laughter in some, and causes others to ask for the authorities. It doesn't show up too much, luckily.

Religion: Human Supremacy
James was born into a cult who valued the Old One's technology above all else. They treasured and coveted their findings, and killed anyone who dared do wrong in the eyes of the Old Ones or found anything suggesting that the They were now utterly dead. The Church firmly believes that the Old Ones are there in spirit, guiding us and judging us to pass to a better world or a worse one.

Profession: Armed Archaeologist

Personality: James is an easy-going person, and happily fixating himself on examining every contour of an artifact for hours on end if it is suitable interesting. He demonstrates knowledge of social practices, and, as such, talks to others with ease and can wear people's mental defenses down with his quick banter.

Motivation: James is looking for artifacts of the Old Ones, because, while he deplores the beliefs of the Church, their fanaticism of the Old Ones' technology imprinted itself onto James. He looks not for wealth, although that is a part of it, but because he wants to find out more about humanity before the Great War; What were humans like? What did they dress like, eat like, fight like, etc.

Backstory: James was born, as mentioned before, into a cult that prized and revered the Old Ones. He grew up amongst the fanatics and their children, and even made a few friends. But one day, he strayed beyond the crumbly yellow stoned wall, and, horror among horrors, he made friends with a simlarly lost argonian. They played together in the sand outside the small, isolated Church building before an adult discovered them, and instantly killed the argonian with a knife. James never forgot the day when his playmate became a shower of blood, and the killing prompted his child's mind to start thinking alarmingly quickly; Why did the man kill his friend? Why couldn't James play with 'outsiders'? He wanted to learn more. Growing into an adolescent, James snuck out in the cover of darkness to find himself in a strange world, fill of strange people and stranger beginnings.

James found jobs in places, and his love of Old technology grew as he found more and more sites of antique discoveries. James always wanted to find old things and see how they worked, and where they came from, and now he has the chance.

Home Civilization: James was born in a small, isolated, crumbly temple, claimed to be what used to be a place of praying for the Old Ones, and now the living place for those that revered Them. It was in a somewhat arid zone, and presided over by a hierarchy of religious men, some faithful, some not, but regardless they responded to threats and kept the people safe, if under constant surveillance.

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Name: Col Jupp. "I don't care for names. Do you?"

Gender: Male. "Can't you tell?"

Age: 30.

Appearance: Grayish. Long tail, some scales are more colorful than others, but they're rare and not that important.

Race: Swamp Argonian. "Well, I'm not a fucking fairy godmother, that's who I'm not."

Traits:

1. "I don't care." - Col is distanced enough from the world at hand that he just doesn't care about the hardships, the pain and the wounds he endures. He simply doesn't give a damn anymore.
2. Strong - Col is undoubtedly strong and his physical power is a big one. He is simply very strong and can dish out more punishment onto other people.
3. Deranged and he loves it - Col gets on very well with other fucked up people and he enjoys the company of other psychopaths like him.



1. Unlikable - Col is not only a complete and utter shite when it comes to personality, but also ends every goddamn second sentence with a rhetorical question. Among being rude, dangerous and antisocial he simply is hated unilateraly. He pays more in shops and bars, unless he uses force or threats to get material gains. He also gets paid less by his employers and is met with more disdain that you can shake a stick at, and I believe you can shake a stick at a lot of stuff.
2. Canibal, Sadist and a Psychopath - Hoo boy, and you thought this flufferpuppy was done. No such luck, Col is also a cannibal! He thoroughly enjoys eating humanoids and particularly members of his own species. Other food is just tasteless grub to him. He also enjoys pain dealt to other beings by him and is otherwise not able to feel pleasure. He hates people and doesn't respect their laws except for the law that says the strongest gets it all.
3. Disease Carrier - To top it all off, Col is sick. His mental illness is one that spreads. _{The exact method will be determined by GM.} If he stays for one place too long, people start getting sick and of course the known murderer is going to be blamed. He doesn't know he is sick, or he does not believe it, buy he wouldn't care either way.  Unfortunately for him, the disease is getting worse. With time, he will likely become more and more paranoid, aggresive and psychotic, he will get dumber and he will lose memories, and there is no cure.


Religion: "Gods? We live in such a shitty hellholle and you want gods? Do you?"

Profession: He robs people for their money. "I'm a toll collector. Aren't we all?"

Personality: "Sociopathic. Maybe psychotic. Don't feel much empathy. Don't feel much anything. Don't care. Do you?"

Motivation: "Wealth. Thrill. Power. Fame. Do want those. Don't everyone. Don't you?"

Backstory: Col was a tax collector once, would you believe it, and during his service he extorted more money from peasants than was usually expected from him, and he kept the difference between the official tax rate and the rate he charged the peasants to himself. One day, when he rolled into the next village, fate decided he got enough and gave him the boot.

The argonian village had a plague.

The usually extremely sturdy and disease resistant peasants were dying like rats from a disease that killed most and destroyed the minds and bodies of others. The survivors were not like they were before, with their personalities changed and turned into shadows of their former selves. They also got marks on their necks from the pus filled boils that burst through the scales of their flesh and left lasting scars.

Col was one of the lucky (or not) few that survived. He ran away and started living off the peasants like he always did, by robbing 'em of whatever they owned.

Civilization: The Kingdom of Atjecamariwen, an island nation to the south based on the islands Rek, Noot and Weh is a feudal monarchy reminiscent of the medieval kingdoms of Europe. It consists of multiple different raced communities, though the nobility is all human, though lower offices are available to all.

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

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

I'm sorry everybody, I haven't had much free time lately, I'll have an update by the end of the day.

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I don't have enough free time to update this Thread with any consistency, I'm sorry, maybe I'l come back to this Thread sometime later, but for now I'm locking the Thread. I'm extremely sorry to everyone who posted, if anyone wants to GM this Thread they can PM me, or if someone wants to use the OP's Intro to start another Thread they can.