August 23rd, 1999
Firstly, on the planet Magdalore, Rom looks over the letter. She is dubious, and suspicious, but fter ten years of sleep and a long time of ineffectiveness, she had nothing to lose. Following the instructions on the paper, she came across a trade ship from the species of the Alik'Onir, a race of human/reptile hyrbrids from the planet Zestrum that tended to make cargo stops on the planet. They all spoke Common: English, with accents commonly referred to as being from the Terran colony of the UK. And they were all just negotiating. [Eavesdrop: 3] None of it really matters to her, so after collecting a couple rocks [Rock Collector Trait. Quality: 1] which turn out to be meaningless, she watches over the ship to make a move.
Back
on Terra, in the Realm of the Fey, the Red Queen of the Blaspheme Jane Smith held the letter in one of her extra arms, pale-albino skin clutching the paper as she read the English words imprinted on it. "
Spies," she requests, "
seek out New York in the Realm of Mortals, and investigate the Allcright family, if you would." Three spies, all male, nodded and rushes through a Rift in space-time to properly enter the world. Pulling out a cellphone with one of her normal arms, she calls up Lord Mortvolde. "
Morty," she asks of him. "
Would you like to go out on a date with me?" [Time: 5] "
Oh, bother," he replies, "
I'd love to, but not tonight. I have a difficult recipe for a potion I need to complete. Later this week?" Jane sighs, nods, and accepts that before putting down the massive brick of a phone. Two Blaspheme bodyguards, named Louvin and Hathur, began to follow her as she walked through the Rift, leading Lord Regent Megan in charge.
Meanwhile, somewhere overseas in the Realm of Mortals, Emery the Fallen Angel is reading the same letter. Finding the justification well suited, he begins hunting around for all of his mining supplies. [Scavenge: 1] Unfortunately, he can't find any of them, not even the Heavy Digger. Probably because of the same apathetic nature that got them nice and lost to begin with. With that in mind, he hops in his gunboat, and makes his way to New York, finding the American flag on top to be rather useful for getting in.
Within the future of 2085, Vinny de Roso reads the message on a holo-reader, his robotic eye checking over the words near instantly. He shrugs. "
Well then. Not like I have anything better to do. And this offers opportunities for me..." he says, accepting the offer before pulling out a dagger. He suddenly cuts a hole into space-time, which then heals before manifesting itself as a Rift, which he then travels through.
Finally, within the forests yesterday morning, the Child of Fanw (which only the children themselves know is pronounced "FAN-eu") named Mercury shrugs and chuckles. She picks up her weapon, the SCP-3118, and adjusts her mask. "
Yeah, because I needed a reason to get involved. she snarks, before heading out to travel.
Hours later, it is night time in New York city. However they entered, the result is the same: they are all in front of the mansion (save for SAXTON; apparently, he's being a sneaky little boy). Now is the time to introduce yourselves personally.
BSN:
Yes, we're finally here! Sorry for the delay, birthdays and other projects, details-details.
I'll be copy-pasting sheets in the posts so we can all keep track of the characters, their Fragments, their bonuses, etc. Hence why it's BSN: Before Sheet Notes.
Now, just roleplay and enter the mansion.
Name: SAXTON HALE
Race: Telrac: A race of Vampiric humans with all the classic traits and more:
wing-based flight, gaining permanent strength increases by drinking blood, night vision, limb regeneration, but you burn in the sun, dying after four hours in the light.Age: 10 years old
Gender: Currently Male but was born Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Positive Traits:
Leg Servos: Movement Speed is temporarily doubled.
Ninjutsu: +2 to both Stealth and Athletics rolls
Gunsmith: +2 to engineering, and unlocks options in terms of creating FirearmsNegative Traits:
Chen? CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!: You have an over protective guardian who constantly seems to try and keep you safe, whether you like it or not. They also wont leave you alone and almost always keeps near you...sadly you cant just get rid of them either as they are also quite magically adept and strong.
Extremely susceptible to fake news: -2 to resisting Convincing Rolls. In other words, more gullible.
Is burned by touching money or gems.Ultimate Ability:
Can turn into a dragonClass: Gore Knight: +2 to crafting with organic pieces, and the character can make armor out of the flesh and bones, producing a +2 to Defense and Intimidation rolls.
Weapon Specialty: Hammers
History: Origin: Grew up in an orphanage
History: Current: After an unfortunate, unspeakable incident, you employer has fired you and your family has disowned you.
Objective: You want to investigate the Grotchkin Order, an ancient galactic conspiracy.
Appearance: Physical: Average build, and albino.
Appearance: Additional: Human Skin
Appearance: Outfit: A full set of jester's clothing, in bright red and yellow
Personality: Bubbly and hyperactive
Theme Song:
Floating CloudRelationships: You have a creepy stalker
Other: Has an irrational fear of milk.
Name: Jane Smith.
Race: Blaspheme: A species similar to humans, but with ten arms growing out of their back. (
Multiarmed, can stretch their limbs, can regrow lost arms, must make a Precision saving throw when moving more than one arm or they'll begin to strain their muscles, incurring roll penalties.)
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Positive Traits:
Can instantly destroy brick walls.
The red Queen/King: You have a small kingdom and a history of being a brutal iron fisted ruler who has a policy of no room for incompetence, however, you are genre savy enough to know the evil overlord list and as such, only kill a lot of mooks and the occasional traitor in cruel and unusual ways rather then the actually loyal and competent subjects.
Body Armor: You have built in sub-dermal plating that gives you a +2 to all Defense rolls unless it sustains heavy damage.Negative Traits:
Prophesied to Be the Cause of the Apocalypse.
Paranoid: Whenever you fail a perception check, you gain false information, and in addition, you will be unable to see the roll's number, making it unclear if it was a Success or not.
Berserk Button: Something makes you angry to the point of losing control.Ultimate Ability:
Science always prevails!: Whenever someone does something that isn't magic but breaks the laws of physics, stating just how what they are doing is impossible they will immediately after cease to be able to do said thing. For example, telling a shrinking person about how oxygen levels differ will cause them to suffocate. This Ultimate does not work on magic.Class: Bombardier (+2 to Combustion and Explosions)
Weapon Specialty: Bloodthorne Whip: A whip with crimson spikes at the end.
History: Origin: "My mother was killed by a man in a bat costume. I spent most of my childhood training to kill the man in the bat costume. Then I found out he was my father."
History: Current: Nowadays, Jane is looking for the Lost Gem of Karakulakunokashoko, currently rumored to be hidden underneath a highly booby-trapped abandoned opera house.
Objective: They want to hit it big, be famous.
Appearance: Physical: Very fit. Albino, with white hair and light blue eyes.
Appearance: Additional: A small scar on the wrist, from a knife-fight.
Appearance: Outfit: A suspiciously blinged out costume
Personality: Ultra-Violent
Theme Song:
Darkest Dungeon OST: Exploring the CovesRelationships: Is friends with/romantically involved (up to player discretion) with Lord Mortvolde, an evil wizard with a flair for instant death spells.
Other: You really like cookies
Name: Rom
Race: Zolmyr: A wizard race from the planet Magdalore.
Master of Illusion Magic, and you are a Cult of Personality, which raises your Social Status greatly (+2)Age: 33
Gender: Female
Orientation: Interested in women
Positive Traits:
Skilled Ballerina: Far more graceful than the average person. +2 to Athletics and Acrobatics.
Swagger: You walk with purpose, leaving a +2 to Social situations and an unforgettable encounter.
Cat Traits: Unusually for your race, you have cat ears, cat eyes, and a cat's tail, raising a +2 to Perception all around the board.Negative Traits:
Rock Collector. You have this odd compulsion to collect rocks in the hope at least one will be a gem
Cannot stop being sarcastic
Extremely susceptible to fake news: -2 to Deception rollsUltimate Ability:
Summon Meteor (Made of Glass)Class: Elementalist (
Gains Lightning Magic)
Weapon Specialty:
Dual-Wielded RevolversHistory: Origin: Grew up in the forest, hunting and playing tricks on travelers.
History: Current: Woke up from being in a coma for ten years.
Objective: Blow up the moon
Appearance: Physical: Average human(-looking) woman with Blue Hair.
Appearance: Additional: Inside you mouth flashes a dim, but entrancing light
Appearance: Outfit: Jeans and a sweater made of bee fur
Personality: Actually quite ruthless, although it is hidden well.
Theme Song:
Playing With Danger - TF2 OSTRelationships: You have a Peregrine Falcon as a familiar
Other: You feel restless when there is a full moon
Name: Mercury
Race: Child of Fanw: A race of human like creatures with wolf like ears, tails, and tails.
+2 to Tracking and Hunting, and you worship the Goddess of the Hunt and Archery, Fanw (presumably pronounced "Fawn")Age: 20
Gender: Currently Female but was born Male
Orientation: Interested in women
Positive Traits:
Dark Magic: You have knowledge of darker Magic, mainly assault spells with the occasional curse
Sharpshooter: +2 Marksmaship
Flight: Can flyNegative Traits:
Cannot stop being sarcastic
Never went to Rehab. You have a few issues, specifically being addicted to practically everything. Form the humble bear bottle to opium to the feeling of pain, you live life for pleasure and to experience everything, and to experience thag everything in excess...This is possibly because you wish to praise a particular god(dess) in all his...her...it's glory. You don't suffer from pain at least...
Cataclysmically bad singerUltimate Ability:
Novasphere: Create a giant ball of Magic and hurl it at your foe to disintegrate them.Class: Dark Mage Rogue (
+2 to Stealth and Attack Rolls with Magic)
Weapon Specialty: SCP-3118 (A Beretta M9 that acts like a normal gun unless the bullet hits the cranium, in which case it instead spawns the food the victim at for lunch.)
History: Origin: Born to a poor family on the outskirts of a large city, you learned on the streets how to survive a tough world.
History: Current: On your way to fight in a war
Objective: Find their parent's killer - and congratulate them!
Appearance: Physical: A normal Child of Fanw (human-like features, with wolf body parts), but with Blue Skin
Appearance: Additional: Your eyebrows are really big
Appearance: Outfit: A finely pressed suit, and a wooden mask carved into a fox's likeness.
Personality: Loves to play with fire, and enjoys conflict
Theme Song:
3rd EyeRelationships:
You have a half-brother named CopperOther: Allergic to bees.
Name: Emery
Race: Fallen Angel (
The Heavens themselves look down upon you, but you can fly, have a Healing Factor, and can use Dark Magic with a +2Age: 19
Gender: ? ? ?
Orientation: Interested in every gender besides their own.
Positive Traits:
Diggy Diggy Hole: +2 to Digging and Excavation
Ninjutsu: +2 to both Stealth and Athletics rolls
"How the heck did you manage to disguise yourself as a housecat?! And it worked?!": Gains the ability to shapeshift into a house-catNegative Traits:
Never went to Rehab. You have a few issues, specifically being addicted to practically everything. Form the humble bear bottle to opium to the feeling of pain, you live life for pleasure and to experience everything, and to experience thag everything in excess...This is possibly because you wish to praise a particular god(dess) in all his...her...it's glory. You don't suffer from pain at least...
Weak: -2 to Strength, Speed, Endurance, Acrobatics, basically most strenuous activities
No Magical Aptitude: You cannot cast spells easily, incurring a -2 to all Magic.Ultimate Ability:
The Dead Are Not Silent: Summons all previous comrades/generations of the character to aid in battle. For a more evil version, summons everyone who has died in a certian radius on the spot the character is standing and forces them to fight for the character.Class: Mad Prophet (
Can hear the Gods, and be mocked by normal people for it.)
Weapon Specialty: Heavy Digger (A powerful mining tool)
History: Origin: Grew up in a large mansion
History: Current: Emery bought a huge boat, with guns, a gun boat. It also has a odd flag with stripes and stars on it.
Objective: Die a glorious death.
Appearance: Physical: A combination of the appearances of all other players: you are an androgynous human-looking being with wings with black feathers. But you have a cybernetic right arm, albino skin, blue hair, light blue eyes, and a scowl on your face
Appearance: Additional: Prehensile Tail
Appearance: Outfit: Casual Friday, even when its not friday
Personality: Can't take anything seriously.
Theme Song:
GLORY TO ARZTOZKARelationships: You have an identical twin (with all three of the same forms)
Other: Thinks they are a god/goddess and that they should be treated as such.
Name: Vinny de Roso.
Race: Altered - Cybernetically enhanced humans, they are augmented with technology that connects them all into a single hivemind.
+2 to hacking technology and interfacing with it. They are part of a Hivemind, and cannot feel fatigue. They cannot use Magic.Age: 17, and Three days away from adulthood.
Gender: Female on Thursdays, otherwise Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Positive Traits:
Super Hearing: +2 to Listening Checks
Swagger: You know the drill. Unforgettable, +2 to Social Checks
Great Improviser: Can use anything as a musical instrument or weaponNegative Traits:
Berserk Button. There is something that pisses you right off.
Requires glasses to see: Self-explanatory
Human Shield (you tend to be taken hostage)Ultimate Ability:
The target will, without fail, be injured or killed by an accident caused by a series of spontaneously occurring coincidences no sooner than the next minute. A Chimpanzee in a trenchcoat will always be involved in this process in some way, regardless of if one was present beforehand or not. Cannot be used again until after the previous use takes effect.Class: Freshman (Someone currently in their first year of college.
No cons, or pros)
Weapon Specialty: Throwing Stars.
History: Origin: As a child, you were kidnapped and forced to participate in government mind control experiments. You mysteriously escaped after 13 years of imprisonment.
History: Current: Contemplating traveling the world.
Objective: To marry into royalty
Appearance: Physical: Average build, and albino.
Appearance: Additional: Permanently Scowling.
Appearance: Outfit: Cyberpunk T-shirt with jeans. And a pair of glasses
Personality: A hardcore Moral Nihilist
Theme Song:
[GM Added],
Weird Science - Oingo BoingoRelationships: Your own shadow sometimes tells you things
Other: Has (Or is) an evil twin.
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