I have made the ooc

Call of Ruin

I welcome any feedback!!!

Name: Vikas Tyr

Age: 36

Appearance:

Nature: An odd case, is Vikas. On one hand he is a man of several vices, alcohol, women and killing, yet on the other hand he is loyal to a fault and holds the few he deems friends in the highest regard. However, being something of a nomad with no land holdings or permanent residences, he is often looking for paid work and has been known to sell out one employer for a larger reward. He may not be the worst man, but he is far from being the best.

Personality: Vikas has a measured demeanor about him, so long as he's sober. Once the drink gets in him though, he finds the voice to lead an entire tavern in a row of bawdy verses and the energy and stamina to lead a dance and bed a wench or three. In a fight, he keeps his cool and stays focused, only really speaking in order to psyche out an opponent.

Job: Vikas is known more famously as a wandering Bard, who has dabbled in the life of a courtly Troubadour. What he is less well known for is his track record in illegally sanctioned underground dueling. All fights are to the death, so one need only witness Vikas draw breath to know how good he is.

Small biography: Born an orphan in Shere, Vikas found his love of swordplay at a young age as an escape from the drudgery of orphanage life and it eventually led him to joining the local garrison, tasked with routing out local bandits or assisting in secret missions across Bor. During his time traveling with the militia, he picked up an Oud for the first time after hearing a man in the streets of Perm playing one.
He practiced the instrument until his fingers bled, and soon found himself an adept player, and able to entertain his brothers in arms. While in Perm he and his militia brothers took on jobs with mercenaries, bloody affairs that saw some poor soul dead for his perceived betrayal of another. Vikas soon learned through this lifestyle that the men with the most money were often the ones still living and breathing...more importantly, the ones hiring.
Once his militia contract expired he took to the road rather than renegotiate another one, as he grew to detest the rigidity of life in a garrison, and found working with mercenaries to be tasteless. With his sword at his hip and Oud on his back he traveled the length and breadth of Bor, selling either his voice or his sword for enough money to fill his belly and his bed.
Being so well-traveled, he has made several firm friends in each continent, including an intimate on-again-off-again romance with a Mage in Engels.

Physical Strength:
Strength: Average
Endurance: High
Hits they can take: Slightly above average
Body type: 6', tall build, not quite broad but hardly stick skinny.
Defense: Average

Magical Strength:
Has developed resistances to certain magical attacks.
Mental Fortitude: High
Spells: Knows none.

Speed: High, years of dueling have given him fast reflexes, but years of learning have left him with the scars to show for it.

Luck: Vikas likes to think he makes his own luck, and considers his fortunes balanced with his misfortunes, though some may see it differently.

Motivation: Motivated by the nomadic life of a drifter, he covets the open road and money most of all. However, he has a slim interest in the peace of the land being maintained so he won't have to give up his freedom for the soldier life. He'd much rather tread a dry dirt road than one slick with blood.

Perfectly done! Your character is accepted :3

If you are still taking I'm interested.

Yup, I'm still accepting. :D

Now before I finish my cs, what are your feelings on cursed armor?

Well, so long as it's balanced and not a game breaker I think it would be alright.

Oooh oooh oooh, can I still join? I'm making a character sheet right now :D

Yes!! it's still open :3

Durus

Age: 84

Nature: There isn't much to him besides his determination to find a way out of his curse and battle. While he loves to fight he does not actively seek it, being somewhat of a martial pacifist As being little more than a sentient suit of armor Durus doesn't have many of the vices that plague man.

Personality: Durus changes little outside of battle. He is still quiet, stern, and grim but it is subdued by a calming sense of serenity. Durus has lost much to the armor that now claims his soul but it will not take his determination, as such there is very little he cannot accomplish once he puts his heart into it. Being a quiet man, Durus has little need for lies and can be counted on as a man of his word. However many are put off by his blunt personality, its not really his fault though. The armor has consumed much of his social skills and as a result he is a cripple socially.

Job: Former Knight of the Black Iron, now he is a wandering warrior.

Small biography: Durus was once a proud knight to a powerful order, but he doesn't remember that anymore, the armor has consumed most of those memories. Now they come in flashes, dreams almost. Ever since he has begun to lose himself to the armor Durus has dedicated himself to finding a way to take off the armor and finally die, hopefully as himself instead of whatever he is becoming. It is a quest that has taken many, many decades.

Physical Strength: The armor has boosted Durus' already incredible strength to unimaginable heights, now being able to easily crush a mans head in his hands and wield the great sword that has become iconic to his character. Strength isn't the only thing that has been increased however, due to the armor he now has almost limitless stamina. However these come with a price. Whenever his strength and stamina reach super human levels the armor starts to feed off his soul, loosing parts of him in the process. If he were to keep this up he will eventually become nothing but a mindless husk, forever seeking battle.

Magical Strength: While not magically gifted himself, the cursed armor he wears gives Durus several abilities. The first is a set that takes away the need for air, sleep, food, and drink. While the armor has above average durability, it can still break. These breaks can be fixed by the absorption and conversion of other metals, the "wounds" will heal about as fast as a normal humans would if not a little faster. Next he is highly resistant to attacks of a purely magical origin, like magic missile, but ice magic will slow him down and fire will melt his armor if prolonged exposure is retained. Lastly he is for all intents and purposes, immortal. Should the armor be reduced to a slag it may take several decades to resemble himself, but it will happen. Most likely losing his humanity in the process. It would take a great mage to separate his soul from the armor and only that will set him free.

Speed: Faster than a man in of his size and armor type should be but still much slower than an unhindered man

Luck: Neutral luck, never particularly lucky or unlucky.

Motivation: Trying to lift the curse off the armor, finally allowing himself to die and be free.

Is this still open? If so, should I make a CS here or in the OOC?

Vivicat, I sent you my CS draft via PM,
please take a look.

Any news??

Sorry everyone, I was sick and unable to get online, but I'm all right now. We will be able to begin soon :3

Does anybody think my armor is a little over powered?

just a tad
Maybe you could add a specific circumstance for his armors powers (when he is sufficiently hurt or maybe if he kills someone violently enough to stir the power inside the armor)

Maybe, the thing is. The way I made the armor was that its like a furnace, with his soul acting as the fuel. Its constantly burning up his humanity, but at a much slower rate. Whenever he pushes his self to super human feats like lifting giant boulders up over his head, then it burns his soul quickly which in turn burns up humanity much, much quicker. I never intended him to be a super strength character all the time, its like something he uses when its asshole puckering time. Even then I would have to right him as a slightly different character because he forgot something important to him.

Basically its counter productive to use real super strength.

Pathfinder said
Maybe, the thing is. The way I made the armor was that its like a furnace, with his soul acting as the fuel. Its constantly burning up his humanity, but at a much slower rate. Whenever he pushes his self to super human feats like lifting giant boulders up over his head, then it burns his soul quickly which in turn burns up humanity much, much quicker. I never intended him to be a super strength character all the time, its like something he uses when its asshole puckering time. Even then I would have to right him as a slightly different character because he forgot something important to him. Basically its counter productive to use real super strength.

That sounds 'different'. Having a soul burn.... Would that lead to losing one's mind and all rational thought? Also his humanity is burning.... Hmm I don't know if this character would last long.

As I said, its a slow burn. if he doesn't use his powers it would take a decade to lose the same amount of humanity/soul than it would in the time it takes to lift a boulder. Maybe I should have clarified on the nature of the furnace.

Pathfinder said
As I said, its a slow burn. if he doesn't use his powers it would take a decade to lose the same amount of humanity/soul than it would in the time it takes to lift a boulder. Maybe I should have clarified on the nature of the furnace.

I was just teasing you about your ability. Trying to poke a hole in it basically. :P

And it is all good, in my opinion if you wrote it out once-you wrote it out a hundred times-so if clarification is needed-then the person who is reading it-has the responsibility to speak up and ask for that clarification. (Otherwise it is hard for the writer to know if their writing is unclear.)