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[SOLDIER First]

Sheet is done! Any thoughts?

[Trapezohedron]

Spoiler: Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Kruzt Gulberh

Race/Species: "Mantodean",; former lupine humanoid.

Gender/Sex: Male

Backstory: A nomadic wolf-beast that mutated into a horrific mantis-humanoid amalgam due to exposure to ancient elements. Being the sole member of a new mutant race, the insectoid camouflages its existence with large amounts of cloth padding, leaving only its antennae peeking out of its accoutrements, of which it will never part with due to its fears of rejection in society.

It now seeks refuge in mercenary work, as moving from place to place will never lead to its identity being ever revealed.

Description: Due to its circumstances, Kruzt Gulberh wears full cloth-and-leather attire at all times, hiding its mutations from public eyes. Its antennae have been decorated, in hopes that it will simply pass as a feature of his brim hat. Kruzt hides its face underneath paddings of cloth and goggles very thickly that it almost passes for a typical humanoid head.

His fingers have all turned into sharp, retractable claws, but he tries his best to wrap it around in a padded glove tailored to conform to his deformities, in order to be able to utilize various humanoid objects normally. He can speak in a gravelly voice sufficiently passable to most communities as normal voice.

His true and current nature is that of a mantis, 70% converted from his lupine race. He now possesses durable exoskeleton, but is still rather squishy inside and can easily hurt seriously with a heavy fist. Is incapable of punching hard and eating anything vegetarian.

Stats:

Strength: 3
Agility: 8
Dexterity: 8
Intelligence: 3
Perception: 2
Charisma: 2
Radioactivity: 3
Willpower: 4.14? (Is Radioactivity included in the calculations?)

Special Trait: [Skill: Reaper]: Kruzt throws off all pretense of disguise and utilizes his nature as a mantis to eliminate foes. Strength Stat becomes the sum of its Agility Stat + Dexterity Stat, divided by two. Then Kruzt gets a plus 1 to Agility and Dexterity after Strength calculation. Kruzt doffs his cloth wraps and suffers an incapability to use objects that require a humanoid hand's finesse. Utilizing said skill will reduce the opinion of people around him (-2 Charisma) for those who have seen his horrific mutations. Can be deactivated at will, but charisma penalty to people that have seen him is permanent.

Profession: Mercenary (Utilizing long-ranged weaponry if guns or crossbows exist.)

[Salsacookies]

Thinking of making a Frankenstein's Monster thing.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

((I want to make a parasite like character is there a way to make that work?))

[My Name is Immaterial]

Spoiler: XRU (click to show/hide)

Name: Smith of Speelerpoint D25XRU

Race/Species: Steelborn Smith, Series D25. This variation of Steelborn are designed to work as smiths, as one might imagine. They are almost comically broad chested, their chestplate styled after the rippling muscles of a bare-chested man. Their arms are equally large, with interior plating like scales so that it bends like flesh. Their head and face is one complete assembly, only marred by two wide, spherical ocular units, two more audio receptors, and a slit for an audio projector. It's an emotionless, unnerving face, the plain head contrasting harshly with the lifelike torso. Since the D25 series was designed to be able to work with both small components and larger pieces, filling a military R&D role, they were imbued with an enhanced intelligence, capable of lateral thinking and imagination. Further more, their manipulators are very advanced, strong enough to bend metal, yet precise enough to repair a clock.

Gender: XRU was not programmed with a gender, and does not have one. Typical pronouns are 'it' or 'they', if one is close to the Steelborn.

Sex: Not really applicable.

Backstory: 37 years and 98 days ago, XRU was constructed in the northern city of Speelerpoint, destined for the city's great smithies. To learn the operations of its body, it was assigned to spend the first 100 days of its motion working the bellows, the next 100 cooling redhot steel, and the next 100 hammering out blade after blade for the armies of Queen Reklar. After 300 days, it was finally moved to Research and Development, assisting the senior experts, both Steelborn and flesh. It worked on everything from general issue blades to non-lethal steamthrowers to Steelborn combat enhancements. After 19 years of this, it found itself as that expert, and continued produces weapons of war for a battle that never came. It never even thought about questioning its duty, it just wasn't in its programming. Recently, however, a Steelborn rights group in the North petitioned the Crown to release all Steelborn who had completed their tour of duty from military service. Somehow, the Crown agreed to their petition, with the condition of two tours; 30 years in total. After trying to reapply for service, and being turned down, XRU claimed its pension and set out to find something to do. It turned its feet towards the south, wandering the world, selling small technological marvels for the motion-giving coal.

Description: XRU is little different from the rest of its series, its plates slightly warped by use and great heat. Otherwise, its plates are buffed to a shine. It carries a gladius on a belt around its waist, a pack of tinkering tools on its back, and a week of coal in an internal compartment. Personality-wise, it is full of a quiet intelligence, learning all it can of the world's creatures so that it can develop better weaponry. It is unswervingly loyal to the Crown of the North, and, if it could dream, it would dream of Aseritons... finding one, unlocking its secrets, building a new one around itself...

Stats:
Strength: 6
Agility: 2
Dexterity: 5
Intelligence: 5
Perception: 3
Charisma: 1
Radioactivity: 0
Willpower: 4

Special Trait: Steelborn: Smith is made from metal, rather than flesh. Thus, it does sleep, eat or breathe, instead going into a low power mode for a short time each day and requiring coal to operate at full power. Furthermore, it is modifiable with time, materials and an advanced workshop.

Profession: Tinker/Ex-Military R&D equipment.

[SOLDIER First]

bjorn kills them for daring to encroach on his smithing biz

[hops]

I'm still deciding between having a human-sized meerkat person which use poison arrows, or a meerkat-sized meerkat person with poison darts/lots of knives.

[SOLDIER First]

A meerkat-sized person sounds amazing for the sheer hilarity of a tiny poison-thrower teamed up with a mantis, a construct, and a huge bear.

[My Name is Immaterial]

bjorn kills them for daring to encroach on his smithing biz

Bjorn doesn't need to worry; the D25 series were designed to work with small components, while still being able to work with larger crafts, filling an military R&D role. Smith is technically outdated military hardware.

[SOLDIER First]

The hammer isn't just for impractical portable metalshaping.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Finished my sheet.

[hops]

Can Diora has a rapid-firing, air powered dart gun? She's fragile so I think it'd be okay for her to have good gear.

Spoiler: Diora Celsus (click to show/hide)

Name: Diora Orfila Celsus

Race/Species: Lesser Suricate (Actually just a meerkat that stayed the same size while becoming more intelligent, as opposed to their more anthromorphic and stronger counterpart)

Gender: Female

Sex: Female

Backstory: Being smaller than most of their fellows in the city, the Orfila clan elders several generations ago have made the decision to migrate from their ancestral homes to the big city, cornering the market for professions that benefit from greater maneuverability like tinkers, healers, and chemists. Diora was in both the second and third category. She specialized in treating toxins, which in the current ecology wasn't a bad decision at all.

Despite their wealth, her clan had a fairly bad reputation. This may have been partly due to their diminutive size serving as a catalyst for special discrimination, but it was likely mostly due to their connection with the local mob boss. As an Orfila, Diora was also on call like her brethren to provide services for the mob, providing them with chemicals, which they use to make certain people disappear.

As a healer, Diora was not very happy about the mob specifically requesting more and more painful poison to serve their various vendettas, not to mention their corrupting influence on the city and her family's involvement in it. The straw that broke the camel's back came when the mob mistakenly trusted her with their plans to poison the entire law enforcement force in a feast. That night, the Mob's boss and several of his subordinates were found dead, as well as a few prominent peacekeepers. An anonymous tip directed the peacekeepers to seize the mob's asset and although they knew that the Orfila clan was involved with the crime mob, all the evidences appear to have been destroyed.

Diora was missing throughout the chaos that followed. She was now a traveling mercenary.

Description: Diora is jovial and flirtatious, though she can be rather depressing and macabre to people other than herself. She isn't one to actively throw her weight around, since there's not much weight to begin with, but she lets the danger of her implements speak for themselves. Surprisingly, people find someone who can poison you and make you die by hours of pure agony intimidating.

In truth, Diora is rather squeamish about killing. Oh, she'd dissect corpses of both sentient and nonsentient, but she likes to avoid conflicts if possible, using her lethality as a negotiating tool rather than a weapon.

Being a two-feet tall suricate means that her clothing have to be custom-tailored to her. Due to her size, any sufficiently powerful hit would be enough to kill her dead, so she doesn't bother with armor. She wears a small coat over herself where she keeps her darts, a belt where she holsters her dart-gun, and carries a satchel where she keep her poison vials (because she's not stupid, they're metal)

Stats:

Strength: 1
Agility: 6
Dexterity: 3
Intelligence: 5
Perception: 3
Charisma: 4
Radioactivity: 0
Willpower: 3.5

Special Trait: Diora retained the immunity to venom that her meerkat ancestors had, making her immune to most forms of natural venom, while her evolved genes as a suricate turns most toxins to merely life-threatening rather than a death sentence, and inconvenient rather than life-threatening.

Profession: Toxicologist

[piratejoe]

What kind of mythological creatures?

Japanese mythological creatures.

[~Neri]

I have a feeling a parasite would work @ATH. That's basically what Ki is.

[Shadestyle]

Name: "Skeleton-from-the-waist-up Bayou Jim Bob" Caroline

Race/Species: A Warthog/Pig from the waist down, a skeleton from the waist up.

Gender: Little of one, little of the other, It's all good.

Sex: Female

Backstory: Bayou Jim Bob used to live in a swamp with her Bretheren, before falling headfirst into a necromantic Sludge plant, despite keeping her Brain-dome intact, she was considered an undead, and forced to leave with nothing but overalls and a thick skull to keep her company.  she is touchy about this, but has moved past it to become the Best Damn Tinkerer/Witchdoctor the South has ever seen.

Description: From the waist down, she is a normal Warthog anthro, and from the waist up, a warthog skeleton, animated through fell power.  Rambunctious, wild, and fun loving, she is quick to get drunk and eat herself silly, Don't ask how.  She is quick to butt heads however at the slightest provocation, and considers this normal.

Stats:(All of these start at 3, and you have 4 points that you can use to improve them. You can also subtract points from the starting stats, and use those to improve others. The lowest a stat can be is 1, and the highest is 10.)

Strength: 5
Agility: 1
Dexterity: 3
Intelligence: 7
Perception: 1
Charisma: 1
Radioactivity: 3

Willpower: 3

Special Trait: Skeleton from the waist up, Nothing that can't hurt a skeleton can hurt Jim Bob if it hits above the belt, this includes poison gas, so on and so forth, the skeleton parts are detachable without harm.

Profession: Witchdoctor Mechanic (Like several other Magitec users, Jim Bob Used her magic trade to create machines of a sort, it's just that these use Bayou Voodoo to function, and are often made of Bone, Leather, Wood from well worn chairs, Herbs and plants, and Several Bodyparts from wildlife.)