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[Bdthemag]

Name: Alfonz Elric
Profession: Alchemist
Bio: He has amneisa
Hierloom Item: A Silver Vial filled with pure water

Wow, that is the best bio I have ever seen on this board. How are you not a famous author yet?

[Fniff]

I mean, Jesus Christ. It's so original. Every single thing about it is so... beautiful.

Adwarf, you can't just write the whole Bio off with just three words. Work it out! Amnesia doesn't even work like that!

[adwarf]

That is just a place holder I am working on his bio now

[Fniff]

That is just a place holder I am working on his bio now

Why didn't you just work on it when you were writing it? It would cause less confusion.

[Repulsion]

I think adwarf is basically 'declaring', y'know, to save his spot or some such.

Edit: But I actually do hope you change it, adwarf. That bio is so bad it's hilarious. You should name him Daniel.

[adwarf]

That is just a place holder I am working on his bio now

Why didn't you just work on it when you were writing it? It would cause less confusion.

My internet cuts out some times, and hate losing progress

I think adwarf is basically 'declaring', y'know, to save his spot or some such.

and yep this pretty much.

[Yoink]

((If we do know each other already))

Benji peered at the little bag in confusion, then tipped it up and dropped the gem into one beefy hand.
"What the..." He looked around for whoever the hell gave it to him, but they'd split already. He held it up to the light and squinted at it,
then shrugged his leather-clad shoulders, popped it back in the bag and stuffed it away in a pocket.
'Dunno what it is.' He thought, and grunted to himself as he marched up to the pizza place.
'Guess I'll have that dude, Ricky or whatever check it out later.' He pushed open the door to Joe's Pizza and barged in.
"Gimme a shit-tonne of garlic bread, dude. Uhh, that much." He pointed at the 'large' portion on the menu, eyeing down the other customers he'd pushed in front of, waiting impatiently as the nervous-looking clerk hurried to process the order.

[Bdthemag]

Im going to be gone for the whole day, so i'll probally either write up the turn late at night or tommorow.

[Tomaster]

Name: Adrian Hayes
Profession: Monster Hunter
Bio: Raised in the rural outskirts, Adrian learned to fire a rifle before he went to middle school. By the time he had graduated high school, he was extremely skilled with any sort of long gun. After the monsters started coming, he decided he could apply those hunting skills to killing monsters as well.
Hierloom Item: Medallion w/ chain, given to him by his father.

Throw me on the waiting list, please.

[Spaghetti7]

Name: Nicholas Micheal.
Profession: Hunter/Trapper, selling game for a living.
Bio: Nicholas never did grow up to be the academic scholar his strongly religious parents were hoping for. The only class he excelled in at school was sports, and he left at 16 with one GCSE. However, owing to the luck of living near a large forest, he bought a rifle, traps and small amounts of poison and began to hunt to make money.
Slowly he has begun to see more magical creatures in the forest, and got increasingly annoyed as they scared away the game. His anger is now at the point of no return, and so he joins the hunting squad.
Hierloom Item: A ring containing 10 millilitres of highly poisonous necromancers blood, handed to him by his father.

So, if I'm needed on the waiting list, could I go on it?

[Sinpwn]

Hierloom Item: A ring containing 10 millilitres of highly poisonous necromancers blood, handed to him by his father.

So my blood is poisonous? that's pretty damn awesome.

[Riccto]

Hierloom Item: A ring containing 10 millilitres of highly poisonous necromancers blood, handed to him by his father.

So my blood is poisonous? that's pretty damn awesome.

Who Knew? Maybe Artificer blood serves as a Antacid.

[Bdthemag]

Fniff

Ian smiled at his new bullets, and sung under his breath to the tune of Big Iron.

"In the village of Abhainn, another body was found, on the outskirts of the towwwn. Ripped apart, nothing much leeeeeft. No-one dared to ask, no-one dared to notice, but a silent little boy stood over the boooddy..."

He stopped and looked at his locket, examining her static face for two minutes. Then he headed into a alleyway and looked around for a crack dealer. He had a good plan. Anytime someone decided not to play by his rules, he'd drug them in his sleep. Ian would get the most potent crack fifty dollars could buy. He would say he would get more crack of this kind if the person would just tell him exactly what he wants to know. This was a good tactic, and this worked fairly well. Morally repugnant, but he who fights monsters. At least he wasn't a monster.

He smiled, and looked at Scanger-y  as he could.

[2] Walking around you try to find a shady looking person who would possibly have any "information", and totally not for drugs. Unfortunately it seems you can't find any, looks like finding a drug dealer is harder than you thought it would be.

Dwarmin

As Kili left the Weaponsmithy quickly, on instinct, she saw an odd thing.

A man on a ladder was hanging a new Inn Sign three doors down-when a cat chasing a dog ran past, bumping the ladder, and sending him asprawl. The sign flew out of his hands, and landed on a horse that was pushing a carriage down the street at that moment. The Horse reared and bolted, snapping the chains bolting it to the carriage, and it's rider quickly lost control. It careened toward the Weaponsmithy, stopping short as the dog and cat ran in front of it again, propelling the rider in question through the Smithys front window. Kili shook her head.

The owner came out, waving his hands melodramatically.
"What in the Nine Hells! That window cost me 200 Gold!"

She walked away quickly...

Action: Go the local bar and scrounge for rumors of monsters lurking about.

[3] You head to a nearby bar and start asking around about any monsters, a man laughs and say's "Monsters in the city? The chances of that are pretty low lady, this city has squads of men patroling 24/7."

Riccto

Oh I cant contain myself. Buy EVERYTHING.

You buy EVERYTHING, and you now have only 20$ left to spare. You still have no idea if these items even do anything, but your sure a few hours of studying will probally fix that. [1] You reach into your pocket and realize the rest of your cash is gone, what the hell?

Sinpwn

Frowning at the prices, Conchobar decided that it was worth it to spend his money on the two tomes. Not bothering to thank the shop keeper for the overpriced books, he decided to wander around town for a while. He began asking people he passed if there had been mysterious disappearances or anything out of the ordinary.

You buy the two tomes and put them in your bag. [3] You wander around for a bit asking people if anything odd was happening, but everything seems normal in the city. Nothing out of the ordinary is happening, atleast for now.

Repulsion

Check the prices of 2x4s, nails, and general wooden and metal items that could be used for creating/crafting something. If they are too expensive (over 55), leave the store and look around for a warehouse or scrapyard or such.

[6] You walk around for a bit and luckily you find an abandoned wharehouse. Inside there are piles upon piles of scrap metal, and a few wooden boards. You pick up a few pieces of scrap metal and a few wooden boards and leave.

Yoink

((If we do know each other already))

Benji peered at the little bag in confusion, then tipped it up and dropped the gem into one beefy hand.
"What the..." He looked around for whoever the hell gave it to him, but they'd split already. He held it up to the light and squinted at it,
then shrugged his leather-clad shoulders, popped it back in the bag and stuffed it away in a pocket.
'Dunno what it is.' He thought, and grunted to himself as he marched up to the pizza place.
'Guess I'll have that dude, Ricky or whatever check it out later.' He pushed open the door to Joe's Pizza and barged in.
"Gimme a shit-tonne of garlic bread, dude. Uhh, that much." He pointed at the 'large' portion on the menu, eyeing down the other customers he'd pushed in front of, waiting impatiently as the nervous-looking clerk hurried to process the order.

[2] It seems like they don't have any garlic bread, oddly enough. You walk out of the store dissapointed, but atleast you always have some garlic on you.
((You don't need any garlic for the ability to work, you assume you already have it.))

Sinpwn

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Name: Conchobar
Profession: Necromancer
Bio: A rather eccentric man who comes from a family where necromancy is quite common. He lost his main job at a cryogenics company when he was found harvesting the souls of the "guests". Jobless, he decided it was time for a change of pace and took up monster hunting, because who cares if you steal someone's soul and use if for yourself if they're just a monster?
Inventory: Soul Gem , Being a Necromancer, For Dummies, Tome of Swords

Skills/Spells
Raise Dead
Blood Sacrifice
Undead Detection
Necromancer Knowledge
Summon Swords [/color

Dwarmin

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Name: Kili Elfhewer
Profession: Fae-Slayer (Elves and Related)
Bio: Her family name is well known-the Elfhewers have been doing just that for generations, ever since the family line was were cursed well on 1000 years ago by a Leprechaun-"Beggar this, Beggar that...better get out your begging hat!" This line of inspid whimsy has consumed ten generations of Elfhewers in a lust for vengeance.
The curse literally makes it impossible for anyone of Elfhewer blood to have money at all-what they get is taken from them through sheer bad luck. Any money they even handle, or is used for their benefit is similiarly cursed, so they cannot even let other people spend or buy on their behalf without the curse jumping to them.
In defiance of this, they took a vow of poverty, begging when they have to, stealing when they have to, and making their weapons and armor from the foes they kill. They also took a vow to hunt down all such beings to the ends of the Earth-at least till they find and kill the dratted critter than cursed them in the first place, and slay him, hopefully ending the curse itself.
Kili is the youngest Fae-Slayer, and the most aggressive. She's determined the family curse will end with her.
Inventory: Feywrought Bag , Iron Cutlass, Iron Buckler . Unfortunately all of your money is now gone, but atleast you have a weapon!


Skills/Spells
Fae-Slayer Combat Stance
Fae Charisma
Jinx
The Power of Iron

Riccto

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Name :Ricky DuVal
Profession: Artificer
Bio : Ricky loves old things. Things older than you can think about, Especially those of the magical sort. He likes collecting them and even made a career of making magical knick-knacks himself and he's out to test them on the Magical sort of creature
Inventory: Bag of Holding , Iron-Studded Necklace , Engraved Slab of Iron , Shiny Bauble , Blank Tome



Skills/Spells
Appraiser
Keen Eye
Artifact Sacrifice

Repulsion

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Name: Zatarch
Profession: Savagesmith
Bio: Son of an African man and a British woman, Zatarch grew up in quite an odd situation: Hanging out with a British mom and African man in an ancient and savage part of Africa, where large, savage (as you would expect) animals were quite commonplace. Thus, Zatarch learned quite quickly how to deal with all matter of magical, mundane, fancy, and delicious animals, such as Direbears, Burrow-Worms, Fang-Cheetas, and Winged Runners, among other things. And of course, a mostly primitive tribe in Africa can't really go buy a gun for self-defense at the local store, so the tribe Zatarch was in became quite adept at making their own weapons, and even imbuing the essences and materials of the magical animals they killed. Crafting was quite a sacred thing among his tribe. Eventually he went on a soul-searching adventure, which was the norm for people in his situation, and what was next? Well, I DON'T KNOW YET. 
Inventory: Tribal Hammer , Engraved Hand-Axe, 5 Pieces of Scrap Metal, 5 Wooden Boards.


Skills/Spells
Anatomical Knowledge
Item Creator
Extract Essence
Limb Hacker

Fniff

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Name: Ian Holmes.
Profession: Occult Detective specializing in werewolves.
Bio: Starting five months ago, Ian has had to deal with werewolf attacks. He was born in the southern tip of Ireland in a small village called Mac Tíre Abhainn, often just called Abhainn, which had strange murders with no answers readily available. Ian uncovered a cult of werewolves, and drove them out. Now, he takes down werewolves and knows exactly how a werewolf thinks and usually acts.
Inventory: Silver Pendant , Revolver , Wolfsbane Bullets

Skills/Abilities
Detective
Smelted Silver
Occult Detection
Wolfsbane Bullets

Yoink

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Name: Benji Broomstick
Profession: Outlaw biker/Vampire slayer
Bio: The toughest, gnarliest dude riding with the Smelly Penguins Motorcycle Association, Benji earned his name for beating two members of a rival gang unconscious armed with just a broomstick. Much to his annoyance, the name stuck, and he beats on any non-Penguin who mentions it. A few years back the Penguins purchased an old, run-down house on the outskirts of town as their new club-house. However, as they were renovating the place, it turned out it was haunted by a whole coven of vampires.
No wonder it was selling cheap... Thus, after cracking a few vampire skulls, the Penguins ceased to be your average bikie gang, becoming more and more preoccupied with waging war on the various monsters around the place. 
With the recent incursion of supernatural beings, most of the club has been wiped out or scattered, Benji being one of the last remaining. Not only that, but some stinkin' monster trashed Benji's bike, making him very, very pissed.
Since then, Benji's devoted his life the tracking down them nasty bloodsuckers wherever they gather and laying a good stomping on 'em. Some call him bikie, others call him... Vampire hunter.
After following the advice of some old homeless dude out the back of the pub, he equipped himself with a wooden stake and got his favourite chain plated with silver, too. Because the wisdom of old homeless dudes is one of the few constants in this strange world.
Inventory: Silver Plated Chain[/color , Odd Gem

Skills/Abilities
Aim for the Heart!
Garlic Power!
Bone Crush

[Riccto]

Find a nice quiet corner of a library and study these wondrous things!

[Sinpwn]

His left eye twitching with frustration at the lack of things to kill, the Necromancer made his way to the inn. He kept an eye open for anything interesting on the way there.