@HammermanOh yah, what Core concept thing would Ayesha infuse into the Construct?
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@HammermanOh yah, what Core concept thing would Ayesha infuse into the Construct?
Remember, this is only if Ayesha is the one to give life to a construct. If it was an inherited one, or some kind of found, deactivated one, it's based off of whoever originally infused it, not Ayesha.
@ERode
You can decide what core concept your character was infused with, since the one who did it was the herbologist.
You can decide what core concept your character was infused with, since the one who did it was the herbologist.
So I basically just went ham with it.
Name:
Adamas
Type:
Monstrous
Appearance:
A mass of stone, the first impression that Adamas gives off is that of an immovable wall, massive, unyielding, and cumbersome. Moss grows over its body like fur, while obsolete cuffs of steel have fused with its ankles, only bits of chain left on it to indicate its prior purpose. There is a hole in Adamas’s chest where spiderweb fractures spread out from. Golden light spills out from them, warm and soft like sunlight. Gargantuan even compared to other constructs, the golem, when standing, reaches to a height of twelve meters, but can shed parts of its body until it stands only at two meters instead. Mostly comfortable with moving on fours, Adamas’s proportions are closer to that of a gorilla, with arms longer than the legs.
Personality:
For a creature of such massive size and power, Adamas is surprisingly thoughtful, oddly subdued. There is a constant gloominess surrounding it, a fatigue more mental than physical, and its long-lived nature had made it rather forgetful, almost insolently tardy when assigned tasks with deadlines. What was the difference of a couple hours, a couple days, for a construct that had lived as long as it had? It speaks carefully, considerately, and seeks moderation in everything. Nothing good comes out of excess and absence, after all, and in the end, the highs and lows of its life simply…melts together. Taken altogether, it averages out in a long, flat line, and it is perhaps for that reason that Adamas is unable to truly ‘cooperate’ with the atmosphere around it; winter will melt eventually and give way to spring, and summer will wither and crumble into autumn. In the grand scheme of things, the blacks and the whites always end up gray.
To its credit, however, Adamas has wholly become aware of just how gloomy its core makes it, and strives to ensure that not too much of it comes across in its speech. Not everyone shares the same tastes as its infuser, after all, and thus, Adamas largely keeps quiet, feigning being mute. A construct exists to work and fight at the behest of its current contractor. That’s how it was, and how it’ll always be.
Core:
Melancholy
Background:
Adamas was made by a lonely doctor, meant to help her with tasks she was too frail to complete by herself. They lived in a hut on the borders of a town, treating those who came, living off the land as best they could. Years passed into decades. It watched her turn pale and silver, until she left her withering body to rot in her bed.
Adamas was contracted by a guard of the town. They had no talent of their own with the creation of constructs, but they had seen the colossus who guarded the doctor, and knew that such power could not be left to waste away. Between reverting to monstrous instincts or respecting the memory of its creator, Adamas chose the latter, and became a construct that protected the town as a whole, a guardian beast passed down from generation to generation.
When calamity struck, however, the small creatures of flesh that relied on Adamas’s strength to stay safe could no longer do so. Brawn was sufficient in driving back marauders, but natural disasters piled up, one after the other, until no one was left. They had either stayed and died, or left and died. As the last Guardsman of Keima expired, the golem found itself alone.
Time passed as it wandered in search of a host, but humanity had been decimated. There was no contractor in the mountains, willing or unwilling. Adamas felt its consciousness slip away, crumbling like the soul of its infuser.
Time to sleep.
So it did.
…
A life burned like a torch. A light shone like the sun. An order ran, clear as a clarion.
From within the earth, Adamas rose again, the roots of the trees that grew on its back snapping off as it rose to crush the rogue constructs assaulting its new contractor. It had been given life again. It had been called to work again. The snow had melted again, and the sun had rose again.
Wreathed in light, the golem laid waste to the beasts, and in the aftermath of brilliant carnage, it laid its eyes upon its latest contractor. A man, disavowed of humanity. A herbologist, seeking only to perfect his own craft.
Years passed into decades with that man as well, Adamas watching as he became the father of an orphaned child, watching as he turned pale and silver, until he left his withering body to rot in his bed. It will respect his memory too, his wishes. It will accept the contract with his daughter, and watch her in his stead.
And whether it be her children or another’s, whether it be a town or a mountain, it will continue to be passed on, until the day calamity strikes again, until the day it must sleep again.
Abilities:
Outside of its impressive physical strength and its ability to modulate its size by expelling excess material from its body, Adamas is able to project large, magical circles in the area around it and shoot powerful energy beams out of them. At maximum output with no regard to its contractor, it can saturate an entire town with artillery fire, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.
Name:
Adamas
Type:
Monstrous
Appearance:
A mass of stone, the first impression that Adamas gives off is that of an immovable wall, massive, unyielding, and cumbersome. Moss grows over its body like fur, while obsolete cuffs of steel have fused with its ankles, only bits of chain left on it to indicate its prior purpose. There is a hole in Adamas’s chest where spiderweb fractures spread out from. Golden light spills out from them, warm and soft like sunlight. Gargantuan even compared to other constructs, the golem, when standing, reaches to a height of twelve meters, but can shed parts of its body until it stands only at two meters instead. Mostly comfortable with moving on fours, Adamas’s proportions are closer to that of a gorilla, with arms longer than the legs.
Personality:
For a creature of such massive size and power, Adamas is surprisingly thoughtful, oddly subdued. There is a constant gloominess surrounding it, a fatigue more mental than physical, and its long-lived nature had made it rather forgetful, almost insolently tardy when assigned tasks with deadlines. What was the difference of a couple hours, a couple days, for a construct that had lived as long as it had? It speaks carefully, considerately, and seeks moderation in everything. Nothing good comes out of excess and absence, after all, and in the end, the highs and lows of its life simply…melts together. Taken altogether, it averages out in a long, flat line, and it is perhaps for that reason that Adamas is unable to truly ‘cooperate’ with the atmosphere around it; winter will melt eventually and give way to spring, and summer will wither and crumble into autumn. In the grand scheme of things, the blacks and the whites always end up gray.
To its credit, however, Adamas has wholly become aware of just how gloomy its core makes it, and strives to ensure that not too much of it comes across in its speech. Not everyone shares the same tastes as its infuser, after all, and thus, Adamas largely keeps quiet, feigning being mute. A construct exists to work and fight at the behest of its current contractor. That’s how it was, and how it’ll always be.
Core:
Melancholy
Background:
Adamas was made by a lonely doctor, meant to help her with tasks she was too frail to complete by herself. They lived in a hut on the borders of a town, treating those who came, living off the land as best they could. Years passed into decades. It watched her turn pale and silver, until she left her withering body to rot in her bed.
Adamas was contracted by a guard of the town. They had no talent of their own with the creation of constructs, but they had seen the colossus who guarded the doctor, and knew that such power could not be left to waste away. Between reverting to monstrous instincts or respecting the memory of its creator, Adamas chose the latter, and became a construct that protected the town as a whole, a guardian beast passed down from generation to generation.
When calamity struck, however, the small creatures of flesh that relied on Adamas’s strength to stay safe could no longer do so. Brawn was sufficient in driving back marauders, but natural disasters piled up, one after the other, until no one was left. They had either stayed and died, or left and died. As the last Guardsman of Keima expired, the golem found itself alone.
Time passed as it wandered in search of a host, but humanity had been decimated. There was no contractor in the mountains, willing or unwilling. Adamas felt its consciousness slip away, crumbling like the soul of its infuser.
Time to sleep.
So it did.
…
A life burned like a torch. A light shone like the sun. An order ran, clear as a clarion.
From within the earth, Adamas rose again, the roots of the trees that grew on its back snapping off as it rose to crush the rogue constructs assaulting its new contractor. It had been given life again. It had been called to work again. The snow had melted again, and the sun had rose again.
Wreathed in light, the golem laid waste to the beasts, and in the aftermath of brilliant carnage, it laid its eyes upon its latest contractor. A man, disavowed of humanity. A herbologist, seeking only to perfect his own craft.
Years passed into decades with that man as well, Adamas watching as he became the father of an orphaned child, watching as he turned pale and silver, until he left his withering body to rot in his bed. It will respect his memory too, his wishes. It will accept the contract with his daughter, and watch her in his stead.
And whether it be her children or another’s, whether it be a town or a mountain, it will continue to be passed on, until the day calamity strikes again, until the day it must sleep again.
Abilities:
Outside of its impressive physical strength and its ability to modulate its size by expelling excess material from its body, Adamas is able to project large, magical circles in the area around it and shoot powerful energy beams out of them. At maximum output with no regard to its contractor, it can saturate an entire town with artillery fire, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.
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Adamas felt its consciousness slip away, crumbling like the soul of its infuser.
Time to sleep.
So it did.
…
A life burned like a torch. A light shone like the sun. An order ran, clear as a clarion.
How dare you do the one thing in any fantasy setting that makes me sad. I just wanna see this big boy happy now.
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Ammokkx ShaDObA TaNOsHiI
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So I basically just went ham with it.
Name:
Adamas
Type:
Monstrous
Appearance:
A mass of stone, the first impression that Adamas gives off is that of an immovable wall, massive, unyielding, and cumbersome. Moss grows over its body like fur, while obsolete cuffs of steel have fused with its ankles, only bits of chain left on it to indicate its prior purpose. There is a hole in Adamas’s chest where spiderweb fractures spread out from. Golden light spills out from them, warm and soft like sunlight. Gargantuan even compared to other constructs, the golem, when standing, reaches to a height of twelve meters, but can shed parts of its body until it stands only at two meters instead. Mostly comfortable with moving on fours, Adamas’s proportions are closer to that of a gorilla, with arms longer than the legs.
Personality:
For a creature of such massive size and power, Adamas is surprisingly thoughtful, oddly subdued. There is a constant gloominess surrounding it, a fatigue more mental than physical, and its long-lived nature had made it rather forgetful, almost insolently tardy when assigned tasks with deadlines. What was the difference of a couple hours, a couple days, for a construct that had lived as long as it had? It speaks carefully, considerately, and seeks moderation in everything. Nothing good comes out of excess and absence, after all, and in the end, the highs and lows of its life simply…melts together. Taken altogether, it averages out in a long, flat line, and it is perhaps for that reason that Adamas is unable to truly ‘cooperate’ with the atmosphere around it; winter will melt eventually and give way to spring, and summer will wither and crumble into autumn. In the grand scheme of things, the blacks and the whites always end up gray.
To its credit, however, Adamas has wholly become aware of just how gloomy its core makes it, and strives to ensure that not too much of it comes across in its speech. Not everyone shares the same tastes as its infuser, after all, and thus, Adamas largely keeps quiet, feigning being mute. A construct exists to work and fight at the behest of its current contractor. That’s how it was, and how it’ll always be.
Core:
Melancholy
Background:
Adamas was made by a lonely doctor, meant to help her with tasks she was too frail to complete by herself. They lived in a hut on the borders of a town, treating those who came, living off the land as best they could. Years passed into decades. It watched her turn pale and silver, until she left her withering body to rot in her bed.
Adamas was contracted by a guard of the town. They had no talent of their own with the creation of constructs, but they had seen the colossus who guarded the doctor, and knew that such power could not be left to waste away. Between reverting to monstrous instincts or respecting the memory of its creator, Adamas chose the latter, and became a construct that protected the town as a whole, a guardian beast passed down from generation to generation.
When calamity struck, however, the small creatures of flesh that relied on Adamas’s strength to stay safe could no longer do so. Brawn was sufficient in driving back marauders, but natural disasters piled up, one after the other, until no one was left. They had either stayed and died, or left and died. As the last Guardsman of Keima expired, the golem found itself alone.
Time passed as it wandered in search of a host, but humanity had been decimated. There was no contractor in the mountains, willing or unwilling. Adamas felt its consciousness slip away, crumbling like the soul of its infuser.
Time to sleep.
So it did.
…
A life burned like a torch. A light shone like the sun. An order ran, clear as a clarion.
From within the earth, Adamas rose again, the roots of the trees that grew on its back snapping off as it rose to crush the rogue constructs assaulting its new contractor. It had been given life again. It had been called to work again. The snow had melted again, and the sun had rose again.
Wreathed in light, the golem laid waste to the beasts, and in the aftermath of brilliant carnage, it laid its eyes upon its latest contractor. A man, disavowed of humanity. A herbologist, seeking only to perfect his own craft.
Years passed into decades with that man as well, Adamas watching as he became the father of an orphaned child, watching as he turned pale and silver, until he left his withering body to rot in his bed. It will respect his memory too, his wishes. It will accept the contract with his daughter, and watch her in his stead.
And whether it be her children or another’s, whether it be a town or a mountain, it will continue to be passed on, until the day calamity strikes again, until the day it must sleep again.
Abilities:
Outside of its impressive physical strength and its ability to modulate its size by expelling excess material from its body, Adamas is able to project large, magical circles in the area around it and shoot powerful energy beams out of them. At maximum output with no regard to its contractor, it can saturate an entire town with artillery fire, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.
There is no world in which I don't accept this, holy shit. I love everything about this construct. You and @Hammerman can both move over to the characters tab.
Happiness is but a fleeting dream, but what a beautiful one it is, so speaketh Adamas, the middle school poetry nerd with no friends.
And cool. How many pairs do you plan on having before launching the RP, Ammo?
And cool. How many pairs do you plan on having before launching the RP, Ammo?
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And cool. How many pairs do you plan on having before launching the RP, Ammo?
I don't have any set limit; I'll get this going even if it's only me and one other guy. I'm going to give some time for everyone who showed interest to get a chance to sign up first, though. Give it at least a few more days.
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Here's my construct. I have an idea in mind for a human to pair him with, but if anyone happens to be particularly interested in having him as their partner, I'd be open to it.
Name:
Hume
Type:
Monstrous
Appearance:
Personality:
Quiet and softspoken, Hume is a loving and caring individual. He loves to teach, to inspire, to bring hope, to make things easy, and to warm hearts. While not the most outgoing, and therefore not some exaggerated 'bringer of love to all', he can be very passionate about the wellbeing of those close to him, and he has few compunctions about bringing people closer. Hume has an eye for the suffering, sick, and restless, and aims to bring comfort to those especially. While he dislikes fighting, his passion can lead him to fight with brutal strength for the sake of others, and with a heavy heart he can bring himself to eliminate those he judges too evil to continue afflicting the world.
Core:
Peace
Background:
The spark that brought Hume to life was the singular wish of one on the precipice of death.
A woman was forced to flee with her husband and their three young children from their home city. With a gang of merciless men with cruel intent never far behind, they plunged into the hateful wilderness until they left their pursuers far, far behind. Ragged and torn, exhausted and unwell, they stumbled upon a miracle: a safe haven, secreted away from the ruinous elements and hungry eyes of beasts. There they enjoyed a time of rest, free from the years of persecution—all too brief, for the ingenuity of man found a way.
In the dead of night the escapee's dogged pursuers, guided by their conduit partners, descended upon their haven. The husband fought back, revealing his true nature in full, and though he fought with true desperation and incredible strength he was driven to the brink beneath their onslaught. Choking back tears, the wife enacted the plan they'd hoped would never need come to fruition; she assembled the conduits and allowed her life to flow through them, and as the blades fell upon her she shrieked her final plea.
“Protection!”
But in her heart of hearts, she'd already given up. In that moment, her soul wished not for protection -for the strength to withstand all comers- but for peace, an end to suffering. A construct awoke, big and round and soft, and stared at its creators and their destroyers with wide eyes. When they struck him, his snow-white flesh bled a soothing mist, and they lost their will to fight. One by one Hume embraced them, reducing them to nothingness beneath his heavy arms, wondering all the while why humans would kill one another in such a vicious world. When he turned with great sadness to meet his makers, he found them side by side, painlessly fallen asleep, and never to awaken.
Guilt plagued him the rest of his days, though even if otherwise, he would have still taken the same path. He bonded with the children, not just to preserve his own existence, but to be for them what they had lost. He cared for them over the years, taught them all he could from reason to emotion, and grew to love them dearly. As they grew, they were able to live in safety thanks to Hume, and little by little other outcasts found their home. Humans and constructs alike, adrift or in search of a rumored paradise, discovered what came to be known as the remote settlement of Foghome. There they found solace, comfort, and safety, for none who came with hatred or sword could oppose their construct protectors, with the peace-loving but firm Hume leading the way. Eventually, even the constructs who originally pursued the first family reawoke and found forgiveness. In Foghome, just as it had for that family who fled so long ago, the line between human and construct blurred. Perhaps its villagers came as close to harmony as anyone in this world ever could.
It started slow and weak, the sickness. So slow and weak that nobody noticed until its knives were at their throats. The plague ate humans up from within, numbing their minds and dimming their life forces. Within a few days, none remained free of its grip. Fear filled the construct villagers, as they knew that none of their companions would be able to make it to the nearest city. Even if they did nothing but rest, they'd be gone in less than a fortnight. Hume, strongest and heartiest among them, vowed to go alone and find help. Sustained by his reserve of life energy, he trudged tirelessly through wood and vale, through day and night, until he reached the city. “Please,” he asked them, “Bring your doctors and physicians. My friends are sick. My children are dying. I will protect you, so please, come!”
He offered the citizens everything, begging and pleading, and at last some agreed. True to his word, he protected them as he made the trek, though he could only do so much. At length he and the few remaining volunteers staggered into Foghome, and there they found peace. They were all dead—dead by their own hands, having been consumed by their fear and pain. They had chosen to kill themselves rather than waste away, watching their loved ones succumb one by one, in terror and loneliness, convinced that no rescue would come. Hume wept, and wept, and wept, and wondered why.
Eventually, he returned to the city. His broken heart remained, but he needed children to protect, pain to take away, and troubles to put at ease.
Abilities:
Hume has incredible natural strength. While he's quite slow, and therefore not a good fighter, he can quite literally annihilate almost anything he gets his hands on or arms around if he so chooses. He's also pretty sturdy; while he can be cut easily, it takes a lot to really hurt him. His body circulates a cool numbing mist, which he can exhale, or bleed in large quantities if hurt. Organisms -including constructs- exposed to it find their movements slowed as their muscles loosen and relax, and it exerts a soporific effect on the mind. In small quantities it can sedate and bring peaceful sleep, but too much (particularly against already-weakened targets) can cause the body to shut down, causing comas or even death. However, if Hume releases it consciously, he can fine-tune its dosage, allowing him to blanket vast areas with what's essentially normal fog. When inside his own fog clouds, Hume has been observed disappearing and moving at unnaturally high speed, making him extremely hard to pin down; it's almost as if he can become fog himself.
Hume
Type:
Monstrous
Appearance:
Personality:
Quiet and softspoken, Hume is a loving and caring individual. He loves to teach, to inspire, to bring hope, to make things easy, and to warm hearts. While not the most outgoing, and therefore not some exaggerated 'bringer of love to all', he can be very passionate about the wellbeing of those close to him, and he has few compunctions about bringing people closer. Hume has an eye for the suffering, sick, and restless, and aims to bring comfort to those especially. While he dislikes fighting, his passion can lead him to fight with brutal strength for the sake of others, and with a heavy heart he can bring himself to eliminate those he judges too evil to continue afflicting the world.
Core:
Peace
Background:
The spark that brought Hume to life was the singular wish of one on the precipice of death.
A woman was forced to flee with her husband and their three young children from their home city. With a gang of merciless men with cruel intent never far behind, they plunged into the hateful wilderness until they left their pursuers far, far behind. Ragged and torn, exhausted and unwell, they stumbled upon a miracle: a safe haven, secreted away from the ruinous elements and hungry eyes of beasts. There they enjoyed a time of rest, free from the years of persecution—all too brief, for the ingenuity of man found a way.
In the dead of night the escapee's dogged pursuers, guided by their conduit partners, descended upon their haven. The husband fought back, revealing his true nature in full, and though he fought with true desperation and incredible strength he was driven to the brink beneath their onslaught. Choking back tears, the wife enacted the plan they'd hoped would never need come to fruition; she assembled the conduits and allowed her life to flow through them, and as the blades fell upon her she shrieked her final plea.
“Protection!”
But in her heart of hearts, she'd already given up. In that moment, her soul wished not for protection -for the strength to withstand all comers- but for peace, an end to suffering. A construct awoke, big and round and soft, and stared at its creators and their destroyers with wide eyes. When they struck him, his snow-white flesh bled a soothing mist, and they lost their will to fight. One by one Hume embraced them, reducing them to nothingness beneath his heavy arms, wondering all the while why humans would kill one another in such a vicious world. When he turned with great sadness to meet his makers, he found them side by side, painlessly fallen asleep, and never to awaken.
Guilt plagued him the rest of his days, though even if otherwise, he would have still taken the same path. He bonded with the children, not just to preserve his own existence, but to be for them what they had lost. He cared for them over the years, taught them all he could from reason to emotion, and grew to love them dearly. As they grew, they were able to live in safety thanks to Hume, and little by little other outcasts found their home. Humans and constructs alike, adrift or in search of a rumored paradise, discovered what came to be known as the remote settlement of Foghome. There they found solace, comfort, and safety, for none who came with hatred or sword could oppose their construct protectors, with the peace-loving but firm Hume leading the way. Eventually, even the constructs who originally pursued the first family reawoke and found forgiveness. In Foghome, just as it had for that family who fled so long ago, the line between human and construct blurred. Perhaps its villagers came as close to harmony as anyone in this world ever could.
It started slow and weak, the sickness. So slow and weak that nobody noticed until its knives were at their throats. The plague ate humans up from within, numbing their minds and dimming their life forces. Within a few days, none remained free of its grip. Fear filled the construct villagers, as they knew that none of their companions would be able to make it to the nearest city. Even if they did nothing but rest, they'd be gone in less than a fortnight. Hume, strongest and heartiest among them, vowed to go alone and find help. Sustained by his reserve of life energy, he trudged tirelessly through wood and vale, through day and night, until he reached the city. “Please,” he asked them, “Bring your doctors and physicians. My friends are sick. My children are dying. I will protect you, so please, come!”
He offered the citizens everything, begging and pleading, and at last some agreed. True to his word, he protected them as he made the trek, though he could only do so much. At length he and the few remaining volunteers staggered into Foghome, and there they found peace. They were all dead—dead by their own hands, having been consumed by their fear and pain. They had chosen to kill themselves rather than waste away, watching their loved ones succumb one by one, in terror and loneliness, convinced that no rescue would come. Hume wept, and wept, and wept, and wondered why.
Eventually, he returned to the city. His broken heart remained, but he needed children to protect, pain to take away, and troubles to put at ease.
Abilities:
Hume has incredible natural strength. While he's quite slow, and therefore not a good fighter, he can quite literally annihilate almost anything he gets his hands on or arms around if he so chooses. He's also pretty sturdy; while he can be cut easily, it takes a lot to really hurt him. His body circulates a cool numbing mist, which he can exhale, or bleed in large quantities if hurt. Organisms -including constructs- exposed to it find their movements slowed as their muscles loosen and relax, and it exerts a soporific effect on the mind. In small quantities it can sedate and bring peaceful sleep, but too much (particularly against already-weakened targets) can cause the body to shut down, causing comas or even death. However, if Hume releases it consciously, he can fine-tune its dosage, allowing him to blanket vast areas with what's essentially normal fog. When inside his own fog clouds, Hume has been observed disappearing and moving at unnaturally high speed, making him extremely hard to pin down; it's almost as if he can become fog himself.
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Ammokkx ShaDObA TaNOsHiI
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Here's my construct. I have an idea in mind for a human to pair him with, but if anyone happens to be particularly interested in having him as their partner, I'd be open to it.Name:
Hume
Type:
Monstrous
Appearance:
Personality:
Quiet and softspoken, Hume is a loving and caring individual. He loves to teach, to inspire, to bring hope, to make things easy, and to warm hearts. While not the most outgoing, and therefore not some exaggerated 'bringer of love to all', he can be very passionate about the wellbeing of those close to him, and he has few compunctions about bringing people closer. Hume has an eye for the suffering, sick, and restless, and aims to bring comfort to those especially. While he dislikes fighting, his passion can lead him to fight with brutal strength for the sake of others, and with a heavy heart he can bring himself to eliminate those he judges too evil to continue afflicting the world.
Core:
Peace
Background:
The spark that brought Hume to life was the singular wish of one on the precipice of death.
A woman was forced to flee with her husband and their three young children from their home city. With a gang of merciless men with cruel intent never far behind, they plunged into the hateful wilderness until they left their pursuers far, far behind. Ragged and torn, exhausted and unwell, they stumbled upon a miracle: a safe haven, secreted away from the ruinous elements and hungry eyes of beasts. There they enjoyed a time of rest, free from the years of persecution—all too brief, for the ingenuity of man found a way.
In the dead of night the escapee's dogged pursuers, guided by their conduit partners, descended upon their haven. The husband fought back, revealing his true nature in full, and though he fought with true desperation and incredible strength he was driven to the brink beneath their onslaught. Choking back tears, the wife enacted the plan they'd hoped would never need come to fruition; she assembled the conduits and allowed her life to flow through them, and as the blades fell upon her she shrieked her final plea.
“Protection!”
But in her heart of hearts, she'd already given up. In that moment, her soul wished not for protection -for the strength to withstand all comers- but for peace, an end to suffering. A construct awoke, big and round and soft, and stared at its creators and their destroyers with wide eyes. When they struck him, his snow-white flesh bled a soothing mist, and they lost their will to fight. One by one Hume embraced them, reducing them to nothingness beneath his heavy arms, wondering all the while why humans would kill one another in such a vicious world. When he turned with great sadness to meet his makers, he found them side by side, painlessly fallen asleep, and never to awaken.
Guilt plagued him the rest of his days, though even if otherwise, he would have still taken the same path. He bonded with the children, not just to preserve his own existence, but to be for them what they had lost. He cared for them over the years, taught them all he could from reason to emotion, and grew to love them dearly. As they grew, they were able to live in safety thanks to Hume, and little by little other outcasts found their home. Humans and constructs alike, adrift or in search of a rumored paradise, discovered what came to be known as the remote settlement of Foghome. There they found solace, comfort, and safety, for none who came with hatred or sword could oppose their construct protectors, with the peace-loving but firm Hume leading the way. Eventually, even the constructs who originally pursued the first family reawoke and found forgiveness. In Foghome, just as it had for that family who fled so long ago, the line between human and construct blurred. Perhaps its villagers came as close to harmony as anyone in this world ever could.
It started slow and weak, the sickness. So slow and weak that nobody noticed until its knives were at their throats. The plague ate humans up from within, numbing their minds and dimming their life forces. Within a few days, none remained free of its grip. Fear filled the construct villagers, as they knew that none of their companions would be able to make it to the nearest city. Even if they did nothing but rest, they'd be gone in less than a fortnight. Hume, strongest and heartiest among them, vowed to go alone and find help. Sustained by his reserve of life energy, he trudged tirelessly through wood and vale, through day and night, until he reached the city. “Please,” he asked them, “Bring your doctors and physicians. My friends are sick. My children are dying. I will protect you, so please, come!”
He offered the citizens everything, begging and pleading, and at last some agreed. True to his word, he protected them as he made the trek, though he could only do so much. At length he and the few remaining volunteers staggered into Foghome, and there they found peace. They were all dead—dead by their own hands, having been consumed by their fear and pain. They had chosen to kill themselves rather than waste away, watching their loved ones succumb one by one, in terror and loneliness, convinced that no rescue would come. Hume wept, and wept, and wept, and wondered why.
Eventually, he returned to the city. His broken heart remained, but he needed children to protect, pain to take away, and troubles to put at ease.
Abilities:
Hume has incredible natural strength. While he's quite slow, and therefore not a good fighter, he can quite literally annihilate almost anything he gets his hands on or arms around if he so chooses. He's also pretty sturdy; while he can be cut easily, it takes a lot to really hurt him. His body circulates a cool numbing mist, which he can exhale, or bleed in large quantities if hurt. Organisms -including constructs- exposed to it find their movements slowed as their muscles loosen and relax, and it exerts a soporific effect on the mind. In small quantities it can sedate and bring peaceful sleep, but too much (particularly against already-weakened targets) can cause the body to shut down, causing comas or even death. However, if Hume releases it consciously, he can fine-tune its dosage, allowing him to blanket vast areas with what's essentially normal fog. When inside his own fog clouds, Hume has been observed disappearing and moving at unnaturally high speed, making him extremely hard to pin down; it's almost as if he can become fog himself.
why the fuck are all these sheets so good
I don't deserve y'all
I like the construct on its own, though obviously I'm still waiting to see what human it pairs up with first.
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I'll hopefully get the chance to be joining this with a friend of mine. Working on our characters presently!
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D R A K E N
Type:
Bestial Humanoid
Appearance:
While not enormous for a construct, Draken resembles a muscular six legged reptile with many sharp spines protruding from its sleek aerodynamic body. While it can comfortably move around on all its legs it is also capable of standing just on its rear two. Each limb ends in a powerful dexterous claw.
It’s natural colour is a motley bluish hue.
Personality:
At first glance Draken is hostile. Predatory by nature. A killing machine that knows of little other. Self assured, confident, he looks down condescendingly on others (especially humans) thinking himself far superior. He can be intimidating and extremely cold. Ruled by little emotion he thinks and moves logically and efficiently with calculated precision. Unless, that is, if his ego is challenged.
Pride his greates sin.
Background:
In the early days he was purpose built for and awoken by an eager ruthless soldier. With pride at its core, the soldiers powerful drive, aspirations and ego gave birth to a formidable and deadly combat construct.
They were a great partnership, deadly, efficient and effective. Instrumental in many missions they quickly rose through the ranks of hierarchy and importance. But to much like his master the construct felt itself more than just another tool in the system to be used and unrecognised, fearing the shadow of the other they both vied for superiority and to be the more worthy of the two.
In the end it was because of these conflicting ego’s and the desire to prove themselves non-reliant of the other, that the soldier found himself in a situation beyond his control. And it was because of these ego’s that his construct wasn’t there to aid him... So, with the rattling echo of a gun shot, in the following silence the construct became unbound and without a master or life-source. Too dedicated and proud to grieve, it carried out the mission alone. In its weakened state it struggled on, only through pure necessity and determination did it learn to draw life force from his unwilling enemies along the way. It soon understood that it didn’t need a bond to survive. Free and self sufficient it had proved itself. All of those old dreams, desires and aspirations finally realised. That long constant pursuit of being a superior being, now proven seemed so frivolous and empty. There was no joy or reward in this final realisation or accomplishment.
Still, his ego and pride let him believe he could carry on this way, but it wasn’t to be. There was no cheerful greeting or parade upon his return, no reward for going above and beyond. Only fearful eyes plotting and whispering behind its back. They truly recognised him as superior now and were all un-admittedly scared to become a fuel source. When learning of his human comrades wishes to force him into a new bond he rejected the idea as much he rejected all them. So naturally there was no other option but to go rogue. They hunted him out into the wilds were eventually after heavy losses they gave up their pursuit. Leaving him to fade back into the nothingness of forgotten time.
Many, many years later, a desperation and cocky confidence drove him out of the wilderness and back to the edge of the civilisation that had castrate and abandoned him. What was supposed to be an easy meal turned into something so much more. Fate had decided to intervene this day.
His old partners lineage had lived on, this was only discovered after destroying the household construct and draining a mother dry in front of her young frightened child. In a brief moments pause to ponder on that familiar nostalgic taste the child’s life was spared. His father, the soldiers son, arriving just in the nick of time. More powerful than his father, at the cost of his own construct, they managed to subdue Draken but not destroy him completely. Instead holding him long enough for him to starve away into that dark, fearful, lonely, oblivion of lifeless nothingness. As the cold dark emptiness slowly consumed him, he was sure that this was the end. Finally as it should have been.
Until....
...A desperate hand was placed onto a lifeless shell, and from it a powerful life force flowed.
More so than powerful it was determined. Determined to do something. Determined to awaken Draken. Determined to make a difference. Determined to protect his family, at any and all costs. Draken awoke to a powerful surge of energy as an unexpected new life flowed into him. It continued to flow like a rushing river smashing through the dams and blockages of time until the construct was fully awake and revived. This generosity was not cheap or without cost, the life force of the host became depleted, its life extinguished. A familiar face was found looking up at him as it grew blank, the last twinkle of awareness fading away right before him. Much older than it was before Draken recognised it as the man that defeated him, in what only seemed like a moment, but was clearly many years ago. In those dying eyes Draken saw the desperation of hope and the willing sacrifice.Behind him a child, now a teen, sat, filled with so much confusion, hate and rage. Overwhelmed by emotion it looked as though he would try attack Draken himself. Understandably too, humans were such emotional creatures and Draken had killed all of this ones family, one way or another. That rage, hate and blame never erupted though. Instead, Draken was propositioned with an offer he couldn’t refuse...
Abilities:
Camouflage: Like a chameleon (only much better) Draken can actively blend himself or any part of his body into his surroundings with amazing accuracy and detail.
Sensory: Draken has superb hunters vision that can stretch across multiple spectrums.
Spines: Not only are these sharp sturdy blade like spikes used defensively but they can also be highly offensive, projecting from his body with great speeds. He also posses some control over them.
Speed: While not the largest construct Draken still possesses amazing physical attributes, none so much as his speed and agility though.
Poison: The spine on his tail is coated in a debilitating toxin that targets the nerves and muscles in the infected area only. He himself is obviously immune to it and can coat other objects with it, to a lesser effect.
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Ammokkx ShaDObA TaNOsHiI
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D R A K E N
Type:
Bestial Humanoid
Appearance:
While not enormous for a construct, Draken resembles a muscular six legged reptile with many sharp spines protruding from its sleek aerodynamic body. While it can comfortably move around on all its legs it is also capable of standing just on its rear two. Each limb ends in a powerful dexterous claw.
It’s natural colour is a motley bluish hue.
Personality:
At first glance Draken is hostile. Predatory by nature. A killing machine that knows of little other. Self assured, confident, he looks down condescendingly on others (especially humans) thinking himself far superior. He can be intimidating and extremely cold. Ruled by little emotion he thinks and moves logically and efficiently with calculated precision. Unless, that is, if his ego is challenged.
Pride his greates sin.
Background:
In the early days he was purpose built for and awoken by an eager ruthless soldier. With pride at its core, the soldiers powerful drive, aspirations and ego gave birth to a formidable and deadly combat construct.
They were a great partnership, deadly, efficient and effective. Instrumental in many missions they quickly rose through the ranks of hierarchy and importance. But to much like his master the construct felt itself more than just another tool in the system to be used and unrecognised, fearing the shadow of the other they both vied for superiority and to be the more worthy of the two.
In the end it was because of these conflicting ego’s and the desire to prove themselves non-reliant of the other, that the soldier found himself in a situation beyond his control. And it was because of these ego’s that his construct wasn’t there to aid him... So, with the rattling echo of a gun shot, in the following silence the construct became unbound and without a master or life-source. Too dedicated and proud to grieve, it carried out the mission alone. In its weakened state it struggled on, only through pure necessity and determination did it learn to draw life force from his unwilling enemies along the way. It soon understood that it didn’t need a bond to survive. Free and self sufficient it had proved itself. All of those old dreams, desires and aspirations finally realised. That long constant pursuit of being a superior being, now proven seemed so frivolous and empty. There was no joy or reward in this final realisation or accomplishment.
Still, his ego and pride let him believe he could carry on this way, but it wasn’t to be. There was no cheerful greeting or parade upon his return, no reward for going above and beyond. Only fearful eyes plotting and whispering behind its back. They truly recognised him as superior now and were all un-admittedly scared to become a fuel source. When learning of his human comrades wishes to force him into a new bond he rejected the idea as much he rejected all them. So naturally there was no other option but to go rogue. They hunted him out into the wilds were eventually after heavy losses they gave up their pursuit. Leaving him to fade back into the nothingness of forgotten time.
Many, many years later, a desperation and cocky confidence drove him out of the wilderness and back to the edge of the civilisation that had castrate and abandoned him. What was supposed to be an easy meal turned into something so much more. Fate had decided to intervene this day.
His old partners lineage had lived on, this was only discovered after destroying the household construct and draining a mother dry in front of her young frightened child. In a brief moments pause to ponder on that familiar nostalgic taste the child’s life was spared. His father, the soldiers son, arriving just in the nick of time. More powerful than his father, at the cost of his own construct, they managed to subdue Draken but not destroy him completely. Instead holding him long enough for him to starve away into that dark, fearful, lonely, oblivion of lifeless nothingness. As the cold dark emptiness slowly consumed him, he was sure that this was the end. Finally as it should have been.
Until....
...A desperate hand was placed onto a lifeless shell, and from it a powerful life force flowed.
More so than powerful it was determined. Determined to do something. Determined to awaken Draken. Determined to make a difference. Determined to protect his family, at any and all costs. Draken awoke to a powerful surge of energy as an unexpected new life flowed into him. It continued to flow like a rushing river smashing through the dams and blockages of time until the construct was fully awake and revived. This generosity was not cheap or without cost, the life force of the host became depleted, its life extinguished. A familiar face was found looking up at him as it grew blank, the last twinkle of awareness fading away right before him. Much older than it was before Draken recognised it as the man that defeated him, in what only seemed like a moment, but was clearly many years ago. In those dying eyes Draken saw the desperation of hope and the willing sacrifice.Behind him a child, now a teen, sat, filled with so much confusion, hate and rage. Overwhelmed by emotion it looked as though he would try attack Draken himself. Understandably too, humans were such emotional creatures and Draken had killed all of this ones family, one way or another. That rage, hate and blame never erupted though. Instead, Draken was propositioned with an offer he couldn’t refuse...
Abilities:
Camouflage: Like a chameleon (only much better) Draken can actively blend himself or any part of his body into his surroundings with amazing accuracy and detail.
Sensory: Draken has superb hunters vision that can stretch across multiple spectrums.
Spines: Not only are these sharp sturdy blade like spikes used defensively but they can also be highly offensive, projecting from his body with great speeds. He also posses some control over them.
Speed: While not the largest construct Draken still possesses amazing physical attributes, none so much as his speed and agility though.
Poison: The spine on his tail is coated in a debilitating toxin that targets the nerves and muscles in the infected area only. He himself is obviously immune to it and can coat other objects with it, to a lesser effect.
I'm going to be honest here, this is the first sheet that's left me really conflicted. While I guess there's nothing immediately wrong with it, I find the general tone you're going with to be much more melodramatic than what I intended for these things to be. The idea of not wild > wild > not wild doesn't sit entirely right with me either, especially as this one has a bestial form and would, thus, be more susceptible to becoming a true animal. Yes, it's not impossible he regains his mind, but the circumstance around it doesn't convince me. The way it's written I'd just see him tear the boy to shreds, flee and continue doing as he had been.
The "abilities" section also seem like disjointed concepts stemming from a general "predator" idea which I'm not too keen on, as that just doubly reinforces, to me, that Draken'd be extremely primal after going rogue. It's also a lot more expansive compared to all else we've seen so far. I'm not all that sold on the concept; what human does this pair with?
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Ok, I need to read the rest of the lore before I make a sheet, but I'm interested. Thankfully, it seems like you're sorely lacking in the area of 'not very good' apps, so I should be able to fill that gap for you!
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@Ammokkx
The idea was that he never went ‘wild’ just wasn’t happy with the choices to bond with but people wouldn’t accept that.
This kid is his former partners grandson.
And I got tired of the back story so o saved it for the humans but through their conversation the construct realises his former partner did care about him because stories were passed on. He was never trying to be better like Draken thought but was trying to keep up.
I was actually initially basing the idea more off that chameleon thing from monsters inc before I found the predator images. I think the only thing they influenced was it’s vision.
Camouflage was always part of the reptilian soldier concept.
Also the human half was going to be a massive contrast.
But it’s ok, you don’t like my idea 🤷🏼♂️ you don’t like my idea,
All the best.
The idea was that he never went ‘wild’ just wasn’t happy with the choices to bond with but people wouldn’t accept that.
This kid is his former partners grandson.
And I got tired of the back story so o saved it for the humans but through their conversation the construct realises his former partner did care about him because stories were passed on. He was never trying to be better like Draken thought but was trying to keep up.
I was actually initially basing the idea more off that chameleon thing from monsters inc before I found the predator images. I think the only thing they influenced was it’s vision.
Camouflage was always part of the reptilian soldier concept.
Also the human half was going to be a massive contrast.
But it’s ok, you don’t like my idea 🤷🏼♂️ you don’t like my idea,
All the best.
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So I was going to leave it at that, but I'm kind of a petty person and
didn't really sit well with me. So passive-aggressive for no reason. So now I'm going to explain exactly why I don't like the idea, even with this addendum.
Okay, but like, what is this sentence then
"What was supposed to be an easy meal turned into something so much more."
This deadass implies he sees humans as no more than a meal at that point. Combine that with the core concept of 'Pride' and I don't see how any even remotely sentimental conversation could ever bring him back to reason. The opinion of humans is set at an all-time low with just the inclusion of this; if you want to make his character nuanced, your writing needs to reflect that.
Still nothing to go off of here. If you want me to buy the change of heart you need to sell it, especially as this sheet was presented as a finished product rather than a WIP (or you at least gave no indication of it being such). You can't leave out a key part of your character and expect me to just be okay with it; in fact, this only makes it harder to review as I'm gambling on what you're actually going with. You need to show the hand you're playing or else you're just cheating at poker.
Not mentioned, no reason for me to care. Mention this ahead of time instead of leaving me in the dark and leaving me to guess; as it is I still only have the base sheet to judge off of, which isn't written remotely well enough to garner a hint like this from it.
Cool, but you didn't use that faceclaim. Appearance matters a lot, despite what you may think; Something as overly aggressive and threatening like this is going to give a certain first impression, one which you did not play down. If you want a good subversion, look at how OwO did it. Viscera is downright gory but the fleshy, ugly exterior is in deliberate and stark contrast to their 'average joe' personality. Your personality, however, does not contradict the appearance, and the backstory most certainly doesn't. Constructs that hate humanity don't tend to go back, and I'm sorry to say, but making him look super menacing instead of cuddly does reinforce the idea that he wouldn't stop hating them. Especially with a prideful core and as his primary purpose seems to be doing battle.
This, in turn, heavily contrasts every other signup so far, where the constructs very much looked for co-existence. While I'm not opposed to the idea of one with more apprehension about this, you have to remember, you're still signing up to an institute who's first and foremost goal is fighting against your own kind. He knows what it's like to be seen as a rogue and could, therefor, easily have been on the other end. The receiving end. But this also does not play a part in your character, so I'm left to question what the hell he'd be doing in Geiru.
Keyword: 'was'
I don't care what it was going to be. I care about what it is.
I don't just dislike your idea. I think you just have a poor grasp on what the setting was meant to be. You didn't really design it with the world in mind, as far as I can tell, as it pretty much flies against what I've been establishing and the lore I've set up. You just made "a predator chameleon thing with spikes n'd stuff" rather than "a rogue construct turned good guy". That's the flaw in your sheet, and that's why I don't like it.
But it’s ok, you don’t like my idea 🤷🏼♂️ you don’t like my idea,
didn't really sit well with me. So passive-aggressive for no reason. So now I'm going to explain exactly why I don't like the idea, even with this addendum.
@Ammokkx
The idea was that he never went ‘wild’ just wasn’t happy with the choices to bond with but people wouldn’t accept that.
Okay, but like, what is this sentence then
"What was supposed to be an easy meal turned into something so much more."
This deadass implies he sees humans as no more than a meal at that point. Combine that with the core concept of 'Pride' and I don't see how any even remotely sentimental conversation could ever bring him back to reason. The opinion of humans is set at an all-time low with just the inclusion of this; if you want to make his character nuanced, your writing needs to reflect that.
This kid is his former partners grandson.
Still nothing to go off of here. If you want me to buy the change of heart you need to sell it, especially as this sheet was presented as a finished product rather than a WIP (or you at least gave no indication of it being such). You can't leave out a key part of your character and expect me to just be okay with it; in fact, this only makes it harder to review as I'm gambling on what you're actually going with. You need to show the hand you're playing or else you're just cheating at poker.
And I got tired of the back story so o saved it for the humans but through their conversation the construct realises his former partner did care about him because stories were passed on. He was never trying to be better like Draken thought but was trying to keep up.
Not mentioned, no reason for me to care. Mention this ahead of time instead of leaving me in the dark and leaving me to guess; as it is I still only have the base sheet to judge off of, which isn't written remotely well enough to garner a hint like this from it.
I was actually initially basing the idea more off that chameleon thing from monsters inc before I found the predator images. I think the only thing they influenced was it’s vision.
Cool, but you didn't use that faceclaim. Appearance matters a lot, despite what you may think; Something as overly aggressive and threatening like this is going to give a certain first impression, one which you did not play down. If you want a good subversion, look at how OwO did it. Viscera is downright gory but the fleshy, ugly exterior is in deliberate and stark contrast to their 'average joe' personality. Your personality, however, does not contradict the appearance, and the backstory most certainly doesn't. Constructs that hate humanity don't tend to go back, and I'm sorry to say, but making him look super menacing instead of cuddly does reinforce the idea that he wouldn't stop hating them. Especially with a prideful core and as his primary purpose seems to be doing battle.
This, in turn, heavily contrasts every other signup so far, where the constructs very much looked for co-existence. While I'm not opposed to the idea of one with more apprehension about this, you have to remember, you're still signing up to an institute who's first and foremost goal is fighting against your own kind. He knows what it's like to be seen as a rogue and could, therefor, easily have been on the other end. The receiving end. But this also does not play a part in your character, so I'm left to question what the hell he'd be doing in Geiru.
Camouflage was always part of the reptilian soldier concept.
Also the human half was going to be a massive contrast.
Keyword: 'was'
I don't care what it was going to be. I care about what it is.
I don't just dislike your idea. I think you just have a poor grasp on what the setting was meant to be. You didn't really design it with the world in mind, as far as I can tell, as it pretty much flies against what I've been establishing and the lore I've set up. You just made "a predator chameleon thing with spikes n'd stuff" rather than "a rogue construct turned good guy". That's the flaw in your sheet, and that's why I don't like it.
BurningCold Magical Bastard
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@Ammokkx When do you think the deadline is going to be? Or are you just holding off the start until you nab enough capable players?
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Ammokkx ShaDObA TaNOsHiI
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@Ammokkx When do you think the deadline is going to be? Or are you just holding off the start until you nab enough capable players?
I'll start this when I think nobody's trying to sign up anymore/I've reached an upper limit on players I can handle. You have a few days longer, don't worry.
Rabidporcupine Depression Tree.
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@Ammokkx
Does that mean I shouldn't try to join? Because this sounds cool but I'm fine with it if you think it's getting too full.
Does that mean I shouldn't try to join? Because this sounds cool but I'm fine with it if you think it's getting too full.
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Ammokkx ShaDObA TaNOsHiI
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Does that mean I shouldn't try to join? Because this sounds cool but I'm fine with it if you think it's getting too full.
Bold of you to assume I'm going to accept everyone who showed interest.
But nah, I've handled like 15 characters spread among 9 guys before. I can deal with a lot.
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