In my CS, I called the pirate ship the Last Song. I can change that if I need to.
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Eovon Moriarty Oswald
Like that but with the eyes as in the description and the clothes like in the description.
”You have not yet seen the horrors of true darkness until you see the real me!”
Nickname:
Edge Lord
Faction:
Pirates
Rank:
Captain
Age:
27
Gender
Male
Reputation
Before he was a pirate he worked as a payed killer, an assassin. From the age of 13 he had already killed 3 people. As the years passed by the numbers only stacked, going up to the hundreds. His signature killing method was to take out both eyes of his victims. Cutting their finger, in their blood he wrote on the nearby walls quotes like
"The Darkness is all consuming"
and
"If thou gaze into darkness,
fear, terror, horror is all that await thee."
among others.
"The Darkness is all consuming"
and
"If thou gaze into darkness,
fear, terror, horror is all that await thee."
among others.
Height
5'93461”
Weight
163
Appearance
Long and thick. He has a mesomorph body ripped with muscles. He wears a dark ragged cloak at all times with a shadow covering 3/4 of his face at all times no matter the position of the sun. The cloak covers his whole body up to below his knees, also equipped with a hood. He wears black boots.
He has slick black hair,
but sharper than in the pic
and a sinister smile. His skin texture is deathly pale but smooth with no scars to be found anywhere.
Personality Description
He has a dark side and a light side in him. He is terrifying the more edgy he feels as an aura of darkness is released around him. The opposite happens when he loses his edge. His personality weakens, he becomes less sure and all that dark theme suddenly gets tilted over and shattered. One way to do this is to throw a counter whenever he says one of his signature cool dark themed quotes. Another way is for others to take him lightly or just brush them off as stupid moods. If he can't keep his persona intact then his powers severely weaken up to the point of disappearing, he becomes self conscious and unsure, feeling insecure. You may find him cowering in a corner of the ship if you enter his quarters after a heavy hit to his dark themed persona...
But otherwise he is ruthless, sadistic, masochistic, narcissistic...and other bunch of random shit which even he can't make heads or tails of. It all kinda gets mixed in there with one sometimes overlapping the other and taking turns going on top of each other. He is like a safe with a rotational device lock and every time you reach a *click* something changes about him.
But otherwise he is ruthless, sadistic, masochistic, narcissistic...and other bunch of random shit which even he can't make heads or tails of. It all kinda gets mixed in there with one sometimes overlapping the other and taking turns going on top of each other. He is like a safe with a rotational device lock and every time you reach a *click* something changes about him.
Relic: Inner Demons
The relic was inside a corpse, it was merged with the corpse. Touching it, transferred the power over to him. It brings out the power of someone's soul out in the open. For his case he got the powers of "The Shadow" when he was moderately edgy and it brought out the powers of "The Darkness" when he was full on sharp Edge Lord.
History:
He was but a child when it all happened. When he was 12 and going through his teen phase his parents his parents were on his ass for wearing black lipstick, eye make up and nail polisher.
His parents:"I mean, those things are for woman who want to impress a man, why in the world would you ever wear them?"
Him:"Aghh, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME! Ugh, you never will..."-he said as he rushed out of the house tears streaming down his face. He went to the field in front of the mansion. (his parents were wealthy nobles) and stared ahead to the vast grass plains, the dark forest and the tall mountains after it that stretched endlessly on both side. As endless as the darkness and loneliness in his heart. Soon it began to rain. Even the heavens felt the stinging pain of sadness ripping his heart apart. Luckily his dog found him and came to him. It was a golden retriever. Petting his fur he said:"You are the only one who won't judge me."-before leaning in to hug the dog. That's when he noticed the blood on it's fur. He turned back to look at his mansion...it was engulfed in flames. He began running towards it as fast as his legs would allow. He jumped in, not caring about the surrounding flames as he went to the main hall, there lied his father on a blood of pool. "FATHER, NOO!"-he screamed while crying over the body, shaking it on a pathetic attempt to wake him up. Wake him up inside..
But no luck. He heard a faint cough in the other room and with trembling legs he got up and rushed for the noise, there lay his mother.
He leaped through the air to reach her and just as he began to drag her out she took her last breath. He couldn't save her from the darkness... Just then he heard his dog give a whimper. With teary eyes and more panic in his heart he turned to the dog only to see it tremble before it fell.
"DARK SHADOW!"-he called out the dog's name. The dog was breathing heavily while lying on the ground, that's when he saw that he was cut on the underside. He should've noticed sooner. Just then he noticed a girl calling:"Little master, are you alright?"-with a meek voice while coughing. She was covered in bruises and smoke and small cuts. "Let's get out of here.."-she said. The girl was only 17 years old, working as a maid in the mansion for 3 years, she was his first love. A sliver of hope in his eyes but then *BAM* a suspension rod that holds the mansion's roof up cracked and fell right on the girl standing 2 feet away from him, crushing her with blood splattering all over him. There was no bringing her back to life now...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Were his last cries as the mansion came crushing down. He was outside at that point no worries. From then on he was trained by a family friend, turned assassin, made a reputation and during one of his missions he found the relic.
His parents:"I mean, those things are for woman who want to impress a man, why in the world would you ever wear them?"
Him:"Aghh, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME! Ugh, you never will..."-he said as he rushed out of the house tears streaming down his face. He went to the field in front of the mansion. (his parents were wealthy nobles) and stared ahead to the vast grass plains, the dark forest and the tall mountains after it that stretched endlessly on both side. As endless as the darkness and loneliness in his heart. Soon it began to rain. Even the heavens felt the stinging pain of sadness ripping his heart apart. Luckily his dog found him and came to him. It was a golden retriever. Petting his fur he said:"You are the only one who won't judge me."-before leaning in to hug the dog. That's when he noticed the blood on it's fur. He turned back to look at his mansion...it was engulfed in flames. He began running towards it as fast as his legs would allow. He jumped in, not caring about the surrounding flames as he went to the main hall, there lied his father on a blood of pool. "FATHER, NOO!"-he screamed while crying over the body, shaking it on a pathetic attempt to wake him up. Wake him up inside..
But no luck. He heard a faint cough in the other room and with trembling legs he got up and rushed for the noise, there lay his mother.
He leaped through the air to reach her and just as he began to drag her out she took her last breath. He couldn't save her from the darkness... Just then he heard his dog give a whimper. With teary eyes and more panic in his heart he turned to the dog only to see it tremble before it fell.
"DARK SHADOW!"-he called out the dog's name. The dog was breathing heavily while lying on the ground, that's when he saw that he was cut on the underside. He should've noticed sooner. Just then he noticed a girl calling:"Little master, are you alright?"-with a meek voice while coughing. She was covered in bruises and smoke and small cuts. "Let's get out of here.."-she said. The girl was only 17 years old, working as a maid in the mansion for 3 years, she was his first love. A sliver of hope in his eyes but then *BAM* a suspension rod that holds the mansion's roof up cracked and fell right on the girl standing 2 feet away from him, crushing her with blood splattering all over him. There was no bringing her back to life now...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Were his last cries as the mansion came crushing down. He was outside at that point no worries. From then on he was trained by a family friend, turned assassin, made a reputation and during one of his missions he found the relic.
@Vonghese Yes, that's a problem. The pirate ship will be named "The Terror" as it will strike fear in everyone's heart once they see their sails.
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Are there guns in this? 🤔
@NarcissisticPotato Guns? Filthy pleb, who needs guns when you have magic.
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Issue one: The image. I prefer you use anime/artistic, not real.
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@Bishop
First: I'm not accepting your character, in fact, in my opinion at it's current state the sheet isn't worth my time. If you had bothered to read other stuff mentioned, you would have noticed the first sheet submitted had the issue of having a real image, and I said I would not accept that. After noticing you had a real image, I quickly skimmed the sheet, to see if there were any other major issues or if maybe you just weren't paying attention for that one thing. I deemed it an unforgivable offense, because not only is your relic barebones, it has no downside mentioned. They are called cursed relics for a reason, and until you fix these errors, I'm not going to waste my time with your sheet.
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Flintlock. Nothing like today's guns though.
Magic? Have you been reading anything? Seriously. There's no 'full blown magic', at least not in the traditional sense, closest thing to magic our characters will achieve is the relics.
First: I'm not accepting your character, in fact, in my opinion at it's current state the sheet isn't worth my time. If you had bothered to read other stuff mentioned, you would have noticed the first sheet submitted had the issue of having a real image, and I said I would not accept that. After noticing you had a real image, I quickly skimmed the sheet, to see if there were any other major issues or if maybe you just weren't paying attention for that one thing. I deemed it an unforgivable offense, because not only is your relic barebones, it has no downside mentioned. They are called cursed relics for a reason, and until you fix these errors, I'm not going to waste my time with your sheet.
@NarcissisticPotato
Flintlock. Nothing like today's guns though.
@NarcissisticPotato Guns? Filthy pleb, who needs guns when you have magic.
Magic? Have you been reading anything? Seriously. There's no 'full blown magic', at least not in the traditional sense, closest thing to magic our characters will achieve is the relics.
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@Neo Is Delight I'm tentatively interested in this one. I will probably be posting a CS today, but will make sure to mark it as a draft if I have to come back and complete it tomorrow.
One thing I would like clarification on- if you had to compare this story setting to a historical time period (Roman Eras, Dark Ages, Renaissance, Age of Piracy, Steampunk, etc.) what would you pick? I will not ask about technology, but I just would like to know the general theme.
One thing I would like clarification on- if you had to compare this story setting to a historical time period (Roman Eras, Dark Ages, Renaissance, Age of Piracy, Steampunk, etc.) what would you pick? I will not ask about technology, but I just would like to know the general theme.
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Time period is medieval/Victorian ish.
Time period is medieval/Victorian ish.
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@Neo Is Delight I'm tentatively interested in this one. I will probably be posting a CS today, but will make sure to mark it as a draft if I have to come back and complete it tomorrow.
One thing I would like clarification on- if you had to compare this story setting to a historical time period (Roman Eras, Dark Ages, Renaissance, Age of Piracy, Steampunk, etc.) what would you pick? I will not ask about technology, but I just would like to know the general theme.
In between the Renaissance and age of piracy. I'm thinking late Renaissance, early 17th century.
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@Neo Is Delight Oh my apologies si...ady? Got too invested on the sheet that I completely forgot you earlier critique thrown at that other guy. Not that I didn't read anything!
Aaaaand, I read "powerful mage who created relics" and thought there would be magic? Didn't read anywhere that it wasn't present or anything.
Furthermore powerful mage maybe implied that there are other mages.
Aaaaand, I read "powerful mage who created relics" and thought there would be magic? Didn't read anywhere that it wasn't present or anything.
Furthermore powerful mage maybe implied that there are other mages.
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Joker892 It's just business.
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Sorry it's taking so long to make a cs, I'll try and have it up later when I get home.
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@Bishop
First I'd like to address the fact that I have a concern with your reading comprehension. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and say you did read everything, but you didn't comprehend anything. That's twice now I have had to pull up two little clips from Neo that you somehow missed. Or didn't understand. I expect better comprehension and reading in the IC.
Second off, and I am not saying this lightly. But I think you are better off starting with a new character. Because this character is unacceptable in every aspect of the word. It has nothing to do with the RP. It's poorly written. And we're not talking grammar. We're talking poorly written.
Tell me how a 13 year old even manages that. Full grown adults weight more than a thirteen year old. You're trying to tell me he can overpower an adult and manage to kill them. He sounds also less like an assassin and more like a serial killer fine. But how does a serial killer become a pirate? Please tell me. Beyond the fact that it's just written like a middle schooler's English class assignment. And if you think I'm being cruel;
Reputation:
"Have you heard the news of the killer that takes eyes?" two woman sat across from each other, folding laundry over the laundry line they shared. Their shabby dresses desperately betrayed both the young woman's natural beauty. One had a baby slung across her chest in a blanket wrapped around her shoulder.
"Please don't talk such rot in company of children," the other woman gasped in horror that her friend would chose such a subject to talk about.
"Don't you feel unsafe walking the streets?" her friend continues. Of course she did. Of course she was afraid. It was all over the papers and the town crier continued hollering about the horrific details. It could just about unnerve anyone.
-end-
I really suggest you look this over before you think anyone would accept that quality of writing level. Because I won't and I know Neo won't.
There is no nuisance in his personality at all. He's evil. Okay, what makes people want to work with him? Why is he on a ship full of people? These personality traits don't make him workable. He's just a lunatic.
I have no words on how stupid this sounds. I know that's very cutting. Very harsh and extremely blunt. But honestly I don't like it at all. I think it sounds like it lacks any originally. I think it lacks anything creative. I think it lacks any good writing to make it sensible.
He's Jekly and Hyde without the potion. Essentially. And I am pretty sure Jekly and Hyde were not called Edge Lord.
I am not even going to waste my time with the History. Not only is it badly written. It's a bad premise on top of bad writing. On top of how does any of this correlate with this RP?
Just because they are pirates doesn't mean that they have to be blood thirsty murders. Robin Hood is a pirate, but he steals from the rich to give to the poor. Actually if you take into account things from real life, the real life pirates that took over that ship, were simply low income poor workers who took to crime because they had no other option in their life. Not every pirate is some scumbag who drinks babies blood and rips out intestines.
Poverty breeds crime. Just a thought.
First I'd like to address the fact that I have a concern with your reading comprehension. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and say you did read everything, but you didn't comprehend anything. That's twice now I have had to pull up two little clips from Neo that you somehow missed. Or didn't understand. I expect better comprehension and reading in the IC.
Second off, and I am not saying this lightly. But I think you are better off starting with a new character. Because this character is unacceptable in every aspect of the word. It has nothing to do with the RP. It's poorly written. And we're not talking grammar. We're talking poorly written.
Before he was a pirate he worked as a payed killer, an assassin. From the age of 13 he had already killed 3 people. As the years passed by the numbers only stacked, going up to the hundreds. His signature killing method was to take out both eyes of his victims. Cutting their finger, in their blood he wrote on the nearby walls quotes like
"The Darkness is all consuming"
and
"If thou gaze into darkness,
fear, terror, horror is all that await thee."
among others.
Tell me how a 13 year old even manages that. Full grown adults weight more than a thirteen year old. You're trying to tell me he can overpower an adult and manage to kill them. He sounds also less like an assassin and more like a serial killer fine. But how does a serial killer become a pirate? Please tell me. Beyond the fact that it's just written like a middle schooler's English class assignment. And if you think I'm being cruel;
Reputation:
"Have you heard the news of the killer that takes eyes?" two woman sat across from each other, folding laundry over the laundry line they shared. Their shabby dresses desperately betrayed both the young woman's natural beauty. One had a baby slung across her chest in a blanket wrapped around her shoulder.
"Please don't talk such rot in company of children," the other woman gasped in horror that her friend would chose such a subject to talk about.
"Don't you feel unsafe walking the streets?" her friend continues. Of course she did. Of course she was afraid. It was all over the papers and the town crier continued hollering about the horrific details. It could just about unnerve anyone.
-end-
I really suggest you look this over before you think anyone would accept that quality of writing level. Because I won't and I know Neo won't.
He has a dark side and a light side in him. He is terrifying the more edgy he feels as an aura of darkness is released around him. The opposite happens when he loses his edge. His personality weakens, he becomes less sure and all that dark theme suddenly gets tilted over and shattered. One way to do this is to throw a counter whenever he says one of his signature cool dark themed quotes. Another way is for others to take him lightly or just brush them off as stupid moods. If he can't keep his persona intact then his powers severely weaken up to the point of disappearing, he becomes self conscious and unsure, feeling insecure. You may find him cowering in a corner of the ship if you enter his quarters after a heavy hit to his dark themed persona...
But otherwise he is ruthless, sadistic, masochistic, narcissistic...and other bunch of random shit which even he can't make heads or tails of. It all kinda gets mixed in there with one sometimes overlapping the other and taking turns going on top of each other. He is like a safe with a rotational device lock and every time you reach a *click* something changes about him.
There is no nuisance in his personality at all. He's evil. Okay, what makes people want to work with him? Why is he on a ship full of people? These personality traits don't make him workable. He's just a lunatic.
Relic: Inner Demons
The relic was inside a corpse, it was merged with the corpse. Touching it, transferred the power over to him. It brings out the power of someone's soul out in the open. For his case he got the powers of "The Shadow" when he was moderately edgy and it brought out the powers of "The Darkness" when he was full on sharp Edge Lord.
I have no words on how stupid this sounds. I know that's very cutting. Very harsh and extremely blunt. But honestly I don't like it at all. I think it sounds like it lacks any originally. I think it lacks anything creative. I think it lacks any good writing to make it sensible.
He's Jekly and Hyde without the potion. Essentially. And I am pretty sure Jekly and Hyde were not called Edge Lord.
I am not even going to waste my time with the History. Not only is it badly written. It's a bad premise on top of bad writing. On top of how does any of this correlate with this RP?
EVERYONE
Just because they are pirates doesn't mean that they have to be blood thirsty murders. Robin Hood is a pirate, but he steals from the rich to give to the poor. Actually if you take into account things from real life, the real life pirates that took over that ship, were simply low income poor workers who took to crime because they had no other option in their life. Not every pirate is some scumbag who drinks babies blood and rips out intestines.
Poverty breeds crime. Just a thought.
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Something to begin with. I will have to revisit tomorrow, but please feel free to critique as you like!
*Hides in pillow fallout shelter, awaiting the GM's ire*
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"The Old Gods have one thing that these new ones do not. Compassion. Whether you believe or not, Hiathas does not loathe you. Hiathas does not curse you. You are loved by the Dawnbringer."
Nicknames: The Last of the Dawnbringers, the Pervert Priest
Faction: The Cult of Hiathas, Imperial Citizen
Age: 27
Gender: None (See Character History, paragraph 1)
Character History: Marius Triar was born the illegitimate son of an Imperial Chirurgeon to one of his maid attendants. After his birth, Imperial records register him as a Male- though this would change somewhat in the years to come when Marius became a Cleric of the Dawnfather. To this day he does accept the use of more masculine terms, or feminine ones interchangeably.
Raised in the Cosmopolitan centers of the Empire, Marius was taught to read, write, and make observations of the human body as a matter of course by his father. Though to this day he is not acknowledged officially, the man wanted to maintain a literate household as he valued intelligent conversation and learned folk above all others.
It wasn't until Marius entered his teenage years that troubles began brewing between the two of them. Rather than attending his father as a copier of records, he began taking on more "women's work" and altering his appearance in none too subtle ways, challenging the masculine norms of his father's society. The two would fight often over this, but Marius' father chalked it up to simple teenage rebellion. Marius never told him about the book of the Old Gods he'd found in his father's library, with its stories that seemed to pique his interest and somehow speak to his soul. Here was a Hunter Goddess in trousers and armor. Here was a Sea God, both man and woman. And here was a Sun God Hiathas, with his loving husband of the Forest, who spoke freely of compassion.
By chance or design, Marius found that the only known Cleric of Hiathas, Yvan Trona, was due to give a lecture at the University. Marius went, expecting to find a dotering old man proselytizing before his death to a room of equally aged professors and Scribes. Instead, he found a passionate speaker railing against the unwillingness of the Imperial Church to preach compassion to their worshipers, to an audience of one.
It was love at first sight. And it was reciprocated.
Marius and Yvan carried on their clandestine affair for some time within the city, with Yvan introducing him to the rites of the Dawnfather and traditional stories.
The story of their love's end isn't one Marius cares to speak about, even to the crew of the vessel. Most of the regular crew note that the day he arrived, he paid in Imperial lyra for passage out of the territory, that he wore used robes of a Cleric of an ancient Southlands church, and that he quickly became useful aboard the vessel as a Chirurgeon. Marius keeps his own company, especially after some of the bilge crew assaulted him on the first week. But he is content to forfeit his share of the plunder in order to facilitate his flight from the Empire.
Dogma: The cult of Hiathas in ancient times was a simple one. The Dawnfather, Hiathas, held daylight, athletics, hope, and non-heterosexual love as the domain of his priests and priestesses. His beloved was Braniel, God of the Forests. The priests were often neither male nor female, but took a third gender blending the two. Those who were born with characteristics of both men and women were looked highly upon and could rise highly within the cult.
The Cult gave blessings to marriages between men, women, and those who were neither, pioneered some early healing techniques, and oversaw the harvests in the days of the Southern Republic. Their religious texts mention miraculous healing as well as athletes who could jump so high they seemed to fly and dancers who moved with the grace of flowing water.
The Cult of Hiathas held sway within the Old Republican days of the Southlands for generations, up until the time modern scholars posit the war against the Demon Famerin happened. Many scholars note that this "demon" was actually an interpretation of the Eastern Warlord Famahl of the Haru and the devastation wrought by his hordes on the Southlands. And the Hordes did introduce the cult of the One God to the region, which began the decline of the old cults among the peasants. After all, why pay for eight sacrifices to offer at the altars of different gods when you only need pay for one? It wasn't until the fall of the Republic and the arrival of the first Empress that the cult began to enter a true death spiral. The Imperial Church vied with the Eastern Faith for the hearts of the people, but both sides seemed to agree that it was time for the old cults to go.
The Eastern Church feels the Dawnbringer's message is too forgiving compared to the realities of the world. Only the One God may dispense with hope and compassion, and they must be earned through blood and toil- not given out like flowers at a festival.
The Imperial Church feels the talk of men loving men, of more forms than Man and Woman, of such scandalous talk of life without marriage, to be not only sinful, but unsuitable even for academic discussion. Now universities, the last places where talk of Hiathas and his brothers and sisters happened regularly, are adjusting their curriculum to label the followers of the cult as nothing more than lecherous perverts.
Now the Cult of Hiathas has one priest left. And he knows he can only pray that he will one day carry the Dawnbringer's Torch to keep Hope alive...
Relic: The Dawnbringer's Torch
The Dawnbringer's Torch was said to be a sign of divine favor from his domain. The heart of the Torch fell from the sky during the feast of Midsummer near a shrine to the God outside the city of Veralia in the south. For a time it was enshrined as an eternally burning stone, one that held miraculous properties. Day and night, in wind and snow, the fallen stone would retain heat and glow with an otherworldly power. The people
When the time came to seal the Demon away, the Hierarch of the Dawnfather willingly gave up the sacred stone to the greatest smiths in the Republic. Legends say they cut down the entire Forest of Braniel to feed the flames needed to make the stone maleable, forging it as the centerpiece of the Torch. The name of the stave's wielder has long since been lost to time, as has the knowledge of the weapon's unlocked powers, but the stories do note that the stave seemed to blind demons and burn those described as "unworthy" of the Dawnfather's favor. More fanciful tales even state that the Torch would grant its wielder wings- a notion that is quickly dismissed by even the simplest child these days.
In the centuries since the binding of the Demon, the weapon has always been carried by a Cleric of Hiathas. And as the ages passed, with religions rising and falling constantly within the borders of the Empire, the weapon was lost in the Wars of Reformation 183 years ago when the Hierarch of the Cult, Dyna Fomora, was seized by a mob, drawn, and quartered for the crime of buggery with their beloved. From that moment on, the staff was lost to time...
Blessings
Where the staff goes, the people begin to enjoy kinder weather- clear skies and cool breezes. Hope comes easily to them. The future seems brighter as if the gods themselves are smiling on them. Travelling Companions with the Torch's wielders have noted that they have been inspired to actions that they normally would not feel capable of doing. Legends say that the touch of the wrought steel from the Dawnbringer's Torch is painful to the touch when pressed against the flesh of demons, and that those who enjoyed Hiathas' favor would be granted flight by him. This last power was last "observed" more than six-hundred years ago and has not been noted since.
Curse
The staff brings the sense that those around it are God-touched. And joy for blessings one day quickly turn to fanaticism and factionalism the next. If the staff stays in one location longer than several days, neighbors will take any sign of impropriety as offense against their own patron gods. Those who hold no gods in their hearts will simply assume the worst of their own neighbors. If the staff does not move on, in short order a lovely village will become desolate from religious warfare.
*Hides in pillow fallout shelter, awaiting the GM's ire*
"The Old Gods have one thing that these new ones do not. Compassion. Whether you believe or not, Hiathas does not loathe you. Hiathas does not curse you. You are loved by the Dawnbringer."
Nicknames: The Last of the Dawnbringers, the Pervert Priest
Faction: The Cult of Hiathas, Imperial Citizen
Age: 27
Gender: None (See Character History, paragraph 1)
Character History: Marius Triar was born the illegitimate son of an Imperial Chirurgeon to one of his maid attendants. After his birth, Imperial records register him as a Male- though this would change somewhat in the years to come when Marius became a Cleric of the Dawnfather. To this day he does accept the use of more masculine terms, or feminine ones interchangeably.
Raised in the Cosmopolitan centers of the Empire, Marius was taught to read, write, and make observations of the human body as a matter of course by his father. Though to this day he is not acknowledged officially, the man wanted to maintain a literate household as he valued intelligent conversation and learned folk above all others.
It wasn't until Marius entered his teenage years that troubles began brewing between the two of them. Rather than attending his father as a copier of records, he began taking on more "women's work" and altering his appearance in none too subtle ways, challenging the masculine norms of his father's society. The two would fight often over this, but Marius' father chalked it up to simple teenage rebellion. Marius never told him about the book of the Old Gods he'd found in his father's library, with its stories that seemed to pique his interest and somehow speak to his soul. Here was a Hunter Goddess in trousers and armor. Here was a Sea God, both man and woman. And here was a Sun God Hiathas, with his loving husband of the Forest, who spoke freely of compassion.
By chance or design, Marius found that the only known Cleric of Hiathas, Yvan Trona, was due to give a lecture at the University. Marius went, expecting to find a dotering old man proselytizing before his death to a room of equally aged professors and Scribes. Instead, he found a passionate speaker railing against the unwillingness of the Imperial Church to preach compassion to their worshipers, to an audience of one.
It was love at first sight. And it was reciprocated.
Marius and Yvan carried on their clandestine affair for some time within the city, with Yvan introducing him to the rites of the Dawnfather and traditional stories.
The story of their love's end isn't one Marius cares to speak about, even to the crew of the vessel. Most of the regular crew note that the day he arrived, he paid in Imperial lyra for passage out of the territory, that he wore used robes of a Cleric of an ancient Southlands church, and that he quickly became useful aboard the vessel as a Chirurgeon. Marius keeps his own company, especially after some of the bilge crew assaulted him on the first week. But he is content to forfeit his share of the plunder in order to facilitate his flight from the Empire.
Dogma: The cult of Hiathas in ancient times was a simple one. The Dawnfather, Hiathas, held daylight, athletics, hope, and non-heterosexual love as the domain of his priests and priestesses. His beloved was Braniel, God of the Forests. The priests were often neither male nor female, but took a third gender blending the two. Those who were born with characteristics of both men and women were looked highly upon and could rise highly within the cult.
The Cult gave blessings to marriages between men, women, and those who were neither, pioneered some early healing techniques, and oversaw the harvests in the days of the Southern Republic. Their religious texts mention miraculous healing as well as athletes who could jump so high they seemed to fly and dancers who moved with the grace of flowing water.
The Cult of Hiathas held sway within the Old Republican days of the Southlands for generations, up until the time modern scholars posit the war against the Demon Famerin happened. Many scholars note that this "demon" was actually an interpretation of the Eastern Warlord Famahl of the Haru and the devastation wrought by his hordes on the Southlands. And the Hordes did introduce the cult of the One God to the region, which began the decline of the old cults among the peasants. After all, why pay for eight sacrifices to offer at the altars of different gods when you only need pay for one? It wasn't until the fall of the Republic and the arrival of the first Empress that the cult began to enter a true death spiral. The Imperial Church vied with the Eastern Faith for the hearts of the people, but both sides seemed to agree that it was time for the old cults to go.
The Eastern Church feels the Dawnbringer's message is too forgiving compared to the realities of the world. Only the One God may dispense with hope and compassion, and they must be earned through blood and toil- not given out like flowers at a festival.
The Imperial Church feels the talk of men loving men, of more forms than Man and Woman, of such scandalous talk of life without marriage, to be not only sinful, but unsuitable even for academic discussion. Now universities, the last places where talk of Hiathas and his brothers and sisters happened regularly, are adjusting their curriculum to label the followers of the cult as nothing more than lecherous perverts.
Now the Cult of Hiathas has one priest left. And he knows he can only pray that he will one day carry the Dawnbringer's Torch to keep Hope alive...
Relic: The Dawnbringer's Torch
The Dawnbringer's Torch was said to be a sign of divine favor from his domain. The heart of the Torch fell from the sky during the feast of Midsummer near a shrine to the God outside the city of Veralia in the south. For a time it was enshrined as an eternally burning stone, one that held miraculous properties. Day and night, in wind and snow, the fallen stone would retain heat and glow with an otherworldly power. The people
When the time came to seal the Demon away, the Hierarch of the Dawnfather willingly gave up the sacred stone to the greatest smiths in the Republic. Legends say they cut down the entire Forest of Braniel to feed the flames needed to make the stone maleable, forging it as the centerpiece of the Torch. The name of the stave's wielder has long since been lost to time, as has the knowledge of the weapon's unlocked powers, but the stories do note that the stave seemed to blind demons and burn those described as "unworthy" of the Dawnfather's favor. More fanciful tales even state that the Torch would grant its wielder wings- a notion that is quickly dismissed by even the simplest child these days.
In the centuries since the binding of the Demon, the weapon has always been carried by a Cleric of Hiathas. And as the ages passed, with religions rising and falling constantly within the borders of the Empire, the weapon was lost in the Wars of Reformation 183 years ago when the Hierarch of the Cult, Dyna Fomora, was seized by a mob, drawn, and quartered for the crime of buggery with their beloved. From that moment on, the staff was lost to time...
Blessings
Where the staff goes, the people begin to enjoy kinder weather- clear skies and cool breezes. Hope comes easily to them. The future seems brighter as if the gods themselves are smiling on them. Travelling Companions with the Torch's wielders have noted that they have been inspired to actions that they normally would not feel capable of doing. Legends say that the touch of the wrought steel from the Dawnbringer's Torch is painful to the touch when pressed against the flesh of demons, and that those who enjoyed Hiathas' favor would be granted flight by him. This last power was last "observed" more than six-hundred years ago and has not been noted since.
Curse
The staff brings the sense that those around it are God-touched. And joy for blessings one day quickly turn to fanaticism and factionalism the next. If the staff stays in one location longer than several days, neighbors will take any sign of impropriety as offense against their own patron gods. Those who hold no gods in their hearts will simply assume the worst of their own neighbors. If the staff does not move on, in short order a lovely village will become desolate from religious warfare.
I..I..understood* everything but didn't remember it well.
Still sucks though as I tried so hard to make the cs bad that it gets no appreciation. I mean the whole point was to make it so bad that it goes past the cringe and shit meter to funny at how actually damn bad it is.
Please, you can't be seriously asking that. It's not like he goes to a pit fight with them. Even today you have kids with knifes and guns carrying out hits on bigger people for their gang.
Assassin is a profession, not a personality or character type. You can be a serial killer and a banker, or a serial killer and a husband who owns a bakery. Character personality and profession are separate.
Define evil -.-
Anyway that is the personality section. Why he is there and working with them is fueled by his goals....which I should've probably mentioned.
Please, like just, show me another exact person like him.
Hmm, I prob should've asked beforehand if you accepted a character who could be there for comic relief. Was kinda tired of every RP having characters with full backstories on everything, with overused realistic personality types(yes there is no personality type you could show me that is original), actual goals to achieve etc etc.
Still sucks though as I tried so hard to make the cs bad that it gets no appreciation. I mean the whole point was to make it so bad that it goes past the cringe and shit meter to funny at how actually damn bad it is.
Tell me how a 13 year old even manages that. Full grown adults weight more than a thirteen year old. You're trying to tell me he can overpower an adult and manage to kill them.
Please, you can't be seriously asking that. It's not like he goes to a pit fight with them. Even today you have kids with knifes and guns carrying out hits on bigger people for their gang.
He sounds also less like an assassin and more like a serial killer fine.
Assassin is a profession, not a personality or character type. You can be a serial killer and a banker, or a serial killer and a husband who owns a bakery. Character personality and profession are separate.
There is no nuisance in his personality at all. He's evil. Okay, what makes people want to work with him? Why is he on a ship full of people? These personality traits don't make him workable. He's just a lunatic.
Define evil -.-
Anyway that is the personality section. Why he is there and working with them is fueled by his goals....which I should've probably mentioned.
I think it lacks anything creative
Please, like just, show me another exact person like him.
Hmm, I prob should've asked beforehand if you accepted a character who could be there for comic relief. Was kinda tired of every RP having characters with full backstories on everything, with overused realistic personality types(yes there is no personality type you could show me that is original), actual goals to achieve etc etc.
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Something to begin with. I will have to revisit tomorrow, but please feel free to critique as you like!
*Hides in pillow fallout shelter, awaiting the GM's ire*The Dawnfather's Pilgrim
"The Old Gods have one thing that these new ones do not. Compassion. Whether you believe or not, Hiathas does not loathe you. Hiathas does not curse you. You are loved by the Dawnbringer."
Nicknames: The Last Dawnbringer, the Pervert Priest
Faction: The Cult of Hiathas
Age: 29
Gender: None (See Character Description, paragraph 1)
Character History:
Dogma: The cult of Hiathas in ancient times was a simple one. The Dawnfather, Hiathas, held daylight, athletics, hope, and non-heterosexual love as the domain of his priests and priestesses. His beloved was Braniel, God of the Forests. The priests were often neither male nor female, but took a third gender blending the two. Those who were born with characteristics of both men and women were looked highly upon and could rise highly within the cult.
The Cult gave blessings to marriages between men, women, and those who were neither, pioneered some early healing techniques, and oversaw the harvests in the days of the Southern Republic. Their religious texts mention miraculous healing as well as athletes who could jump so high they seemed to fly and dancers who moved with the grace of flowing water.
The Cult of Hiathas held sway within the Old Republican days of the Southlands for generations, up until the time modern scholars posit the war against the Demon Famerin happened. Many scholars note that this "demon" was actually an interpretation of the Eastern Warlord Famahl of the Haru and the devastation wrought by his hordes on the Southlands. And the Hordes did introduce the cult of the One God to the region, which began the decline of the old cults among the peasants. After all, why pay for eight sacrifices to offer at the altars of different gods when you only need pay for one? It wasn't until the fall of the Republic and the arrival of the first Empress that the cult began to enter a true death spiral. The Imperial Church vied with the Eastern Faith for the hearts of the people, but both sides seemed to agree that it was time for the old cults to go.
The Eastern Church feels the Dawnbringer's message is too forgiving compared to the realities of the world. Only the One God may dispense with hope and compassion, and they must be earned through blood and toil- not given out like flowers at a festival.
The Imperial Church feels the talk of men loving men, of more forms than Man and Woman, of such scandalous talk of life without marriage, to be not only sinful, but unsuitable even for academic discussion. Now universities, the last places where talk of Hiathas and his brothers and sisters happened regularly, are adjusting their curriculum to label the followers of the cult as nothing more than lecherous perverts.
Now the Cult of Hiathas has one priest left. And he knows he will likely be the last to carry the Dawnbringer's Torch...
Relic: The Dawnbringer's Torch
The Dawnbringer's Torch was said to be a sign of divine favor from his domain. The heart of the Torch fell from the sky during the feast of Midsummer near a shrine to the God outside the city of Veralia in the south. For a time it was enshrined as an eternally burning stone, one that held miraculous properties. Day and night, in wind and snow, the fallen stone would retain heat and glow with an otherworldly power. The people
When the time came to seal the Demon away, the Hierarch of the Dawnfather willingly gave up the sacred stone to the greatest smiths in the Republic. Legends say they cut down the entire Forest of Braniel to feed the flames needed to make the stone maleable, forging it as the centerpiece of the Torch. The name of the stave's wielder has long since been lost to time, as has the knowledge of the weapon's unlocked powers, but the stories do note that the stave seemed to blind demons and burn those described as "unworthy" of the Dawnfather's favor. More fanciful tales even state that the Torch would grant its wielder wings- a notion that is quickly dismissed by even the simplest child these days.
In the centuries since the binding of the Demon, the weapon has always been carried by a Cleric of Hiathas. And as the ages passed, with religions rising and falling constantly within the borders of the Empire, the passive powers of the staff are the only one that is always noted by its bearers.
Blessings
Where the staff goes, the people begin to enjoy kinder weather- clear skies and cool breezes. Hope comes easily to them. The future seems brighter as if the gods themselves are smiling on them. Travelling Companions with the Torch's wielders have noted that they have been inspired to actions that they normally would not feel capable of doing. Legends say that the touch of the wrought steel from the Dawnbringer's Torch is painful to the touch when pressed against the flesh of demons, and that those who enjoyed Hiathas' favor would be granted flight by him. This last power was last "observed" more than six-hundred years ago and has not been noted since.
Curse
The staff brings the sense that those around it are God-touched. And joy for blessings one day quickly turn to fanaticism and factionalism the next. If the staff stays in one location longer than several days, neighbors will take any sign of impropriety as offense against their own patron gods. Those who hold no gods in their hearts will simply assume the worst of their own neighbors. If the staff does not move on, in short order a lovely village will become desolate from religious warfare.
So far I like it. Only don't forget to explain how your character came to the pirates. And all that jazz.
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So far I like it. Only don't forget to explain how your character came to the pirates. And all that jazz.
It will be done, my GM! I have an idea in mind, but I will likely play with it a bit to get where I want it to be tomorrow.
May I ask the intended destination of this vessel?
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May I ask the intended destination of this vessel?
-.-' to hunt down the relics we find
It's about the journey of the artifacts.
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I..I..understood* everything but didn't remember it well.
Still sucks though as I tried so hard to make the cs bad that it gets no appreciation. I mean the whole point was to make it so bad that it goes past the cringe and shit meter to funny at how actually damn bad it is.
Yeah. Well, there's a point where it's "lol, that's so funny." and then there's "wow. that's just...awful." You can't make the entire character with the goal of it being shit, otherwise, guess what: It's going to be shit. Not funny.
Assassin is a profession, not a personality or character type. You can be a serial killer and a banker, or a serial killer and a husband who owns a bakery. Character personality and profession are separate.
Assassins have requirement. Believe it or not, you can't be a professional assassin at 13. Secondly, assassins don't take eyeballs, or write messages on the walls in their targets blood. Those are serial killer traits, hence why Angel said he seems more like a serial killer than an assassin.
Hmm, I prob should've asked beforehand if you accepted a character who could be there for comic relief. Was kinda tired of every RP having characters with full backstories on everything, with overused realistic personality types(yes there is no personality type you could show me that is original), actual goals to achieve etc etc.
Yes, you most certainly should have, because if you had asked us: "Can I make the most bareboned shit character for the sake of lols" we would have responded like such "Sure, but we won't be accepting it."
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-.-' to hunt down the relics we find
It's about the journey of the artifacts.
Understood. I will make sure to scan and adjust the CS to remove any notes that he may already be carrying the staff. Only that he seeks to reclaim it to rekindle the Cult.
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