The Land of Drazon [ Steampunk RP ] [ OOC ]

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Silverpoint345

Name: Torrent Soris
Title: The Sword Hunter
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Slender and elusive, with long hair and a wary gaze.
Personality: Known as the 'sword hunter' for the mismatched armoury of blades he carries with him, Torrent is quiet and reflective of situations. He is however, often arrogant, believing that others only get in his way. That said, he knows when to team up, usually with someone who is of equal power. His fighting technique is harsh yet effective, involving multiple blades and lethal speed.
Disabilities: He has no magic nor abilities, instead choosing to rely simply of Melee attacks.
Clothing: Torrent wears light clothing, suited to stealth through its dark colour.
Armor:*Torrent wears no armour; combined with the weight of his many swords it would simply overwhelm him. Instead, Torrent simply avoids being hit, striking the foe before they can strike back.
Weapons: Torrent carrys with him a huge number of mismatched swords and knives, each gathered on his travels and held in sheaths across his body.
Items: No particular items.
Abilities: Advanced agility in and out of battle.
Special Abilities: Enhanced stealth and silent movement.
Defense items: Torrent has no defence items.
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Gravislayer

Name: Skav Rak Tang
Title: Lethal wind
Gender: Male
Age: 53
Appearance: As all Ratlings Skav posses the physical features of a walking giant rat but therefor he´s rather slim and fragile builded, if you would be able to see his stomach you would recognize the shape of his rip-bones shimmering through his skin and fur. He´s having rather grey fur which a stinch of green which which makes him look like the verge of death. Even thou he looks ill and near to death with that appearence Skav choosed it for his own sake, he likes looking that way and so symbolizes his connection with the cult of pestilence.
Personality: Twisted and insane is that what would come into ones mind if you get to known him first but for a Ratling he´s rather sane and intelligent, well way too intelligent. Since Ratlings have a rather brutish culture where cannibalism, crime and murder belonged to the all days live those creatures are growing up with death and so learn either to fear or to love him for Skav therefor he´s his best friend and so you will often hear him talking about him.
If you would get to known him closer to would recognize a childish vein in his personality, his own view and blunt behavior highly resembels one anyways but then he mostly does some violent shit again and you are starting to learn that it is helpless to try to find out the true nature of this ratling.
Disabilities: Skav holdes no magical abilities and is a weak fighter, he does not posses physical advantages rather disadvantages like fragile bones.
Clothing: A Black Gas-mask would hide Skav´s face and his body would be wrapped in torn clothes while his chest is decorated with a heavy metal-plate with many mechanical instruments. No boots or shoes would be seen on him, he therefor trusts his ratish limps.
On his back, attached to the metal-plate would be a gas-tank which is connected to the mask and provides him with the filthy air of his home. Another one directly below the first would then be used as a combat gas.
Armor: None but the metal plate.
Weapons: Skav´s mainly weapon is his mind, he´s a skilled trapper and inventor in the arts of bombs and chemical compounds. He´s therefor using several automatical syringe-arms for combat which he can control via moduls attached to his spinal cord. Then he uses all kind of gas-bombs to defend himself, Mustard gas, CF-15. All kind of gases who are using a lot of damage to the enemy without directly killing him.
Items: 20x Gas bombs, a pouch of filthy water, little sack with dried meat
Abilities: Climbing, advanced agility, a high intellect, skilled fingers (for lock picking and inventing)
Special Abilities: Immunity to venom and sicknesses alike.
History: Skav grew up in Mud-Haven, a Ratling´s city which gets even ignored by humans thanks to the flith, mud and sicknesses which roam there. As the 21th child in his family but only one under five who is living,he soon realized that in this realm it is a good thing to search friends or a group which can defend and help you. As a religious group who´s goal is it to spread diseases and sicknesses alike the cult of pestilence was Skav´s favourite decision. He joined them and quickly he found a group who was willingly to help each other and also did a great deal to help the city to defend itself against humans, since even thou the humans would conquer this city, they would spread thousand of sickness with them and so killing their loved and dearest while the host would survive them, only acting as a carrier.
Since this cult scavanged a great deal of knowledge they also harvested a giant amount of books which Skaved used to train his mind. Hé wasn´t brutish but he quickly become to recognize that he was a skilled in building things.
Soon Skav grewed into a bomb-builder and also in someone with a great knowledge about chemical-warfare and so the cult sended him, as a messanger to the dragon as they heared of their awakening.
Race: Ratling.

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Name: Mondez Stone.
Title: The Blind.
Gender: Male.
Age: 16.
Appearance: Mondez has wide smoke-gray eyes as he is blind in both eyes. His silky, straight, shoulder-length hair is the color of milk chocolate, and is worn in an elegant, dignified style. He is short and has a masculine build. His skin is slightly tanned. He has an elegant nose and high cheekbones.
Personality: Mondez is a bit shady, and very mysterious, but isn’t that cliche? He is quiet, since he doesn’t really need words to show things. He does talk though, but will always seem distant no matter how friendly and close people get to him. He isn’t shy, but is actually aggressive. He’s the strong silent type.
Disabilities: Blind in both eyes.
Clothing: A black trenchcoat, has a ton of pockets decorated with a few tassels. He wears a pair of gray trousers. Though considered outlandish at that time, Mondez was a bit of social rebel. Since he is blind, he always ties a blindfold around his eyes. He wears a simple pair of wooden clogs.
Armor: * He considers armor far too vain, and prefers to go for a daring approach without armor. *
Weapons: A state-of-art multi-load handgun. It has an extremely shiny surface. The handle is formed like a crescent moon, its tips pointing in the same direction as the handgun's barrel. The form of the barrel suggests a fang, with ivory protruding out of it. It fires bullets made of tiny particles of fire from a compressed boiler in the handgun powered by steam.
Items: Some food and a map to navigate his way.
Abilities: Extreme survivability - he can last longer than average without food and water. Adept at PARKOUR! He can swim very well too.
Special Abilities: When triggered, he can fly into a rage, causing a red aura to appear. He than receives an extreme bout of power, and his axe causes critical damage in this period of rage.
History: Mondez was a bit emotional at truth : He could be broken easily during moments, which is odd in the end… raised in Lysonia, a safe haven for lycans, he used to work as a slave. His parents seemed like nice people, But were never quite fond of him for reasons he could never quite grasp. At one point of his teenage years, Mondez's employer was killed, and he was admitted into the units guarding the borders of Lysonia. With his wits and charisma, he quickly advanced through the ranks and became a success. In his later years with his unit, 'Man' arrived. His whole unit was killed by 'Man's new weapons, except for him. A few months later, he had heard a rebellion was rising, and he left Lysonia for good, and set straight for an ancient coal mine.
Defense items: A few small runes on a belt, to defend him from light attacks and black magic. He also carries a rusty iron shield from his days in the unit.
Race: Lycan.

Machine


Name: Ryenthar
Title: Red Arrow
Gender: Male
Age: 77 (for elf, fully grown adult but not particularly old yet)
Appearance: Tall, heavily tanned elf with red hair. Muscular in the wiry, angular kind. Brown eyes, thin lips, quick to smile or frown.
Personality: At first glance friendly and social, easy-going with jokes and devil-may-care-attitude. It takes quite a lot to truly offend him, but when succeeded, he will hold the grudge for eternity and back. Despite his talkative nature, prefers to keep his private issues very private. Occasionally will lapse into morose sulking and undirected hatred, usually accompanied by private bottle.
Disabilities: Doesn't like swimming and large bodies of water scare him. Avoids being on boats, so far successfully. Attachment and trust issues.
Clothing: Dark brown and green, aimed for forest camoflage. Lightly armored, mostly combination of leather and resilient fabrics.
Armor: Light body armor.
Weapons: Assortment of hunting weapons: Bow, rifle, short sword, several knives.
Items: Camping gear, traps.
Abilities: Hunter, tracker, marksman. Low level magic to enhance his skills.
Special Abilities: Low level telepathy, mostly able to pick up on feelings, occasionally surface thoughts. On special occasion might be able to do jedi mindtrick type of thing or dig in deeper for a memory.
History: His people's city and land was conquered and destroyed by "Man" before his birth. He grew up on the stories of lost splendour, while drifting from one place to another with his family, earning their living as they could. He learned to hunt from the young age, as well as some magic. Growing up, he found a teacher and together they explored the world further away. Their favorite prey was Man, and they lived as bounty hunters and thiefs.
Defense items: Magical tattoos to increase resistance to diseases and poisons, and help him heal faster.
Race: Forest elf

INTRODUCTION

The land of Drazon was at peace, all of its inhabitants roaming with only the care for their lives.

Orcish, Elvish, Dwarven, and other creatures with the ability to communicate and thrive, had villages and beautiful cities that you cannot even begin to think of. Or at least, that was until a strange species called "Man" came. "Man" came and destroyed cities, stole precious items, and created cities that may have been beautiful, but a dump compared to the ancient cities. Races that weren't human were killed on the spot by new steam-powered machines.

A war was stirring.

A century later, hope arises, and the dragons, as the creators of life, creators of the land, they sensed disturbance, and struggled to wake up. Though they were still in a sleep, many have already gathered at an ancient mine where one of the dragons slept, armed with all sorts of steampunk weapons, ready to rebel.

RULES

- Ignore the trolls.
- Don't godmod. This thing can NOT be reiterated more often.
- Do NOT start RP'ing before I approve you.
- Listen to me.
- Obey the rules. Failure to do so is exile.

LORE

- Wildlife is anything you can imagine.
- The local plants are things like ancient trees which ward off enemies / anything myth-related.

SHEET
Name:
Title: ( Such as Kungfu Master of The South or something )
Gender:
Age:
Appearance: ( NO IMAGES )
Personality:
Disabilities:
Clothing: ( NO IMAGES )
Armor:
Weapons:
Items:
Abilities:
Special Abilities: ( Such as running while stabbing enemies or anti-gravity, only one )
History:
Defense items: ( Like a shield )
Race: ( Eg. Orc, Elf etc. )

[Silverpoint345]

Do I post the sheet here then?

[Conceivably]

Yes. You do. Please PM me if you have any questions to ask, fire away.

[Silverpoint345]

Name: Torrent Soris
Title: The Sword Hunter
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 21
Appearance: Slender and elusive, with long hair and a wary gaze.
Personality: Known as the 'sword hunter' for the mismatched armoury of blades he carries with him, Torrent is quiet and reflective of situations. He is however, often arrogant, believing that others only get in his way. That said, he knows when to team up, usually with someone who is of equal power. His fighting technique is harsh yet effective, involving multiple blades and lethal speed.
Disabilities: He has no magic nor abilities, instead choosing to rely simply of Melee attacks.
Clothing: Torrent wears light clothing, suited to stealth through its dark colour.
Armor:*Torrent wears no armour; combined with the weight of his many swords it would simply overwhelm him. Instead, Torrent simply avoids being hit, striking the foe before they can strike back.
Weapons: Torrent carrys with him a huge number of mismatched swords and knives, each gathered on his travels and held in sheaths across his body.
Items: No particular items.
Abilities: Advanced agility in and out of battle.
Special Abilities: Enhanced stealth and silent movement.
Defense items: Torrent has no defence items.

[Conceivably]

Accepted! Going to get my sheets up.

[Gravislayer]

Huh shoudnt you add a race info to the charakter sheet or are we simply playing as humans

[Conceivably]

Good idea. We wouldn't want people being confused on whether we are humans or not. Sorry to trouble you, Siover, but please include a race in your char sheet.

[Gravislayer]

Name: Skav Rak Tang
Title: Lethal wind
Gender: Male
Age: 53
Appearance: As all Ratlings Skav posses the physical features of a walking giant rat but therefor he´s rather slim and fragile builded, if you would be able to see his stomach you would recognize the shape of his rip-bones shimmering through his skin and fur. He´s having rather grey fur which a stinch of green which which makes him look like the verge of death. Even thou he looks ill and near to death with that appearence Skav choosed it for his own sake, he likes looking that way and so symbolizes his connection with the cult of pestilence.
Personality: Twisted and insane is that what would come into ones mind if you get to known him first but for a Ratling he´s rather sane and intelligent, well way too intelligent. Since Ratlings have a rather brutish culture where cannibalism, crime and murder belonged to the all days live those creatures are growing up with death and so learn either to fear or to love him for Skav therefor he´s his best friend and so you will often hear him talking about him.
If you would get to known him closer to would recognize a childish vein in his personality, his own view and blunt behavior highly resembels one anyways but then he mostly does some violent shit again and you are starting to learn that it is helpless to try to find out the true nature of this ratling.
Disabilities: Skav holdes no magical abilities and is a weak fighter, he does not posses physical advantages rather disadvantages like fragile bones.
Clothing: A Black Gas-mask would hide SKav´s face and his body would be wrapped in torn clothes while his chest is decorated with a heavy metl-plate with many mechanical instruments. No boots or shoes would be seen on him, he therefor trusts his ratish limps.
On his back, attached to the metal-plate would be a gas-tank which is connected to the mask and provides him with the filthy air of his home. Another one directly below the first would then be used as a combat gas.
Armor: None but the metal plate.
Weapons: Skav´s mainly weapon is his mind, he´s a skilled trapper and inventor in the arts of bombs and chemical compounds. He´s therefor using serveral automatical syringe-arms for combat which he can control via moduls attached to his spinal cord. Then he uses all kind of gas-bombs to defend himself, Mustard gas, CF-15. All kind of gases who are using a lot of damage to the enemy without directly killing him.
Items: 20x Gas bombs, a pouch of filthy water, little sack with dried meat
Abilities: Climbing, advanced agility, a high intellect, skilled fingers (for lock picking and inventing)
Special Abilities: Immunity to venom and sicknesses alike.
History: Skav grew up in Mud-Haven, a Ratling´s city which gets even ignored by humans thanks to the flith, mud and sicknesses which roam there. As the 21th child in his family but only one under five who is living,he soon realized that in this realm it is a good thing to search friends or a group which can defend and help you. As a religious group who´s goal is it to spread diseases and sicknesses alike the cult of pestilence was Skav´s favourite decision. He joined them and quickly he found a group who was willingly to help each other and also did a great deal to help the city to defend itself against humans, since even thou the humans would conquer this city, they would spread thousand of sickness with them and so killing their loved and dearest while the host would survive them, only acting as a carrier.
Since this cult scavanged a great deal of knowledge they also harvested a giant amount of books which Skaved used to train his mind. Hé wasn´t brutish but he quickly become to recognize that he was a skilled in building things.
Soon Skav grewed into a bomb-builder and also in someone with a great knowledge about chemical-warfare and so the cult sended him, as a messanger to the dragon as they heared of their awakening.
Race: Ratling

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Accepted, Gravis!

Name: Mondez Stone.
Title: The Blind.
Gender: Male.
Age: 16.
Appearance: Mondez has wide smoke-gray eyes as he is blind in both eyes. His silky, straight, shoulder-length hair is the color of milk chocolate, and is worn in an elegant, dignified style. He is short and has a masculine build. His skin is slightly tanned. He has an elegant nose and high cheekbones.
Personality: Mondez is a bit shady, and very mysterious, but isn’t that cliche? He is quiet, since he doesn’t really need words to show things. He does talk though, but will always seem distant no matter how friendly and close people get to him. He isn’t shy, but is actually aggressive. He’s the strong silent type.
Disabilities: Blind in both eyes.
Clothing: A black trenchcoat, has a ton of pockets decorated with a few tassels. He wears a pair of gray trousers. Though considered outlandish at that time, Mondez was a bit of social rebel. Since he is blind, he always ties a blindfold around his eyes. He wears a simple pair of wooden clogs.
Armor: * He considers armor far too vain, and prefers to go for a daring approach without armor. *
Weapons: A state-of-art multi-load handgun. It has an extremely shiny surface. The handle is formed like a crescent moon, its tips pointing in the same direction as the handgun's barrel. The form of the barrel suggests a fang, with ivory protruding out of it. It fires bullets made of tiny particles of fire from a compressed boiler in the handgun powered by steam.
Items: Some food and a map to navigate his way.
Abilities: Extreme survivability - he can last longer than average without food and water. Adept at PARKOUR! He can swim very well too.
Special Abilities: When triggered, he can fly into a rage, causing a red aura to appear. He than receives an extreme bout of power, and his axe causes critical damage in this period of rage.
History: Mondez was a bit emotional at truth : He could be broken easily during moments, which is odd in the end… raised in Lysonia, a safe haven for lycans, he used to work as a slave. His parents seemed like nice people, But were never quite fond of him for reasons he could never quite grasp. At one point of his teenage years, Mondez's employer was killed, and he was admitted into the units guarding the borders of Lysonia. With his wits and charisma, he quickly advanced through the ranks and became a success. In his later years with his unit, 'Man' arrived. His whole unit was killed by 'Man's new weapons, except for him. A few months later, he had heard a rebellion was rising, and he left Lysonia for good, and set straight for an ancient coal mine.
Defense items: A few small runes on a belt, to defend him from light attacks and black magic. He also carries a rusty iron shield from his days in the unit.
Race: Lycan.

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Bumpity.