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@fdeviant @ShyDot @Hellis Hey, I need your opinions specifically, but I'd appreciate anyone's really. I feel like this sheet is lacking in either history, abilities or weaknesses. I'd appreciate if you guys have any suggestions. Thanks in advance! <3

Charlene Croll - The Alchemyst

Real Name: Charlene Croll. Char, Charlie.

Alias: The Alchemyst

Speech Color: Honeydew

Character Alignment: Walking the Line - Leaning Hero. Chaotic Good.

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Identity: Secret

Character Personality:

Charlene Croll has a deep and rich family history rooted in studying alchemy for hundreds of years. Her family focused largely on alchemy and alchemy alone, as a result is naive to other magical practices. The talent and magic potential lingers heavily in her family’s blood, granting them the ability to transmute the world around them. With the weight of carrying on family tradition on her shoulders, Charlene hardly acts the part. Her focus is on the present, forging her own path and discoveries. Takes immense amounts of pride in her abilities and her family, but struggles with identifying herself for the current generation.

Streetwise, smart, fast talker. Problem solver.

Incredibly observant, great spacial awareness and great sense of direction. As an urban scavenger, her versatility relies heavily on these abilities. Generally a sociable person when she has time, especially now that she has completed her master’s. Holds a close circle of friends, gets along well enough with her peers within the chemistry department at LHU, Lost Haven University. Charlene prioritizes her family above all else, above school and above herself.

Appearance

Appearance:
Charlene dresses in layers, old clothes, and uses a mask to cover her mouth and nose. Protecting her identity and protecting herself from old molds, dust and other dangerous airborne contaminants found in dilapidated areas. Wears a pair of goggles for the same reasons. Safety first!

She wears a long hooded sweater, old shirt and skirt with leggings. On her feet are beat up pair of running shoes, alternatively also wears steel toed boots. Often covered in a thin layer of dirt or dust.

Images

Age: 24
Hair: Long dirty blonde hair
Eyes: Green
Height: 6’1” - 183 cm
Weight: 155 lbs

Slim face, bright green eyes with a splash of freckles across her nose. Charlene has strong arms and legs, years training under her mother’s heavy staff. Urban exploration has lent well to keeping her active and lithe. Quick to solve a problem and just as quick to swing her staff under your feet.

Her Face

Origin/History

Origin/History:

Charlene Croll was born in Lost Haven to a long line of Crolls, a very proud and long standing family of alchemists. Born with magic in her veins, a knack for understanding the building blocks of the world around her.

Her mother, Julianne Croll married Keith Lancaster - Keith hailing from a family of enchanters, accustomed to the strange and arcane. When their circles intermingled, a whirlwind romance swept away the pair, as Nathaniel often refers to when Julianne met Keith. They married young, had children young and unfortunately for Julianne, Charlene and Harriet, Keith died young as well. Charlene attended her father’s funeral at age 9. Keith died when he was caught in debris, property damage collateral from metahumans fighting in the city.

Nathaniel, Julianne’s father, had lost his wife some years before they were married and helped raise Charlene and Harriet when Keith passed. Together Julianne and Nathaniel ran the knick knack and repair shop - Croll Corner. Teaching Charlene and eventually Harriet the biggest trade secret they had, Alchemy.

The little family did well enough for themselves, struggling when Lost Haven population became saturated with metahumans, followed thereafter with events like D-Day rocking the city. Riots in the streets by local gangs, cosmic horrors waltzing down mainstreet. The events had insurance premiums hit a record breaking high. But still they carried on, relatively alright save for Croll Corner, being looted during the riots. Julianne and Charlene were able to fend off the attackers but not before they stole the cash register. Nathaniel and Julianne vehement about keeping Harriet and Charlene well away from metahumans and all the problems that came with it.

Julianne taught Charlene and eventually Harriet when she was old enough, self defense and how to fight with staves. While Nathaniel and Julianne focused on their alchemy education, kept them distracted from the city and it’s rampant problems in crime and gang activity. Charlene picked and started crafting her Magnum Opus staff at 11, deciding on sycamore wood.

The Magnum Opus Staff is a family tradition, built around passing on knowledge to the next generation. The staves not only representative of the alchemist’s life but their preferred tool. The staff’s properties are added to, changed and modified throughout their lives. As they grow older the more thought and time is put into modifying it to strike a balance with the previous modifications made. Some Croll’s only add to it when they discover a new equation or make strides in their research while others choose to mark important life events upon their staff. The staves are individual as their wielders, often passing the staff onto the next generation to use.

For school, Charlene studied her way through high school and eventually attending Lost Haven University, she worked part time in the shop and other places to pay for her education with only minimal government assistance. Graduated recently, as of June..

Charlene remembers her father well, looks after her kid sister while making a few extra bucks from scavenging. In spite of having good reason to keep to her own business, Charlene wants to join the fray if not only to protect her family from another big disaster like Hounds of Humanity, but to mark herself apart of something larger. Her pride as a Croll Alchemist would hardly allow for anything else.

Hero Type:
Mystic

Power Level:
Street Level

Powers/Skills:
Transmutation: An alchemist's bread and butter, able to focus the magic within her to change the form of things around her. For more complex changes she scribbles out the alchemical equation upon the item but for simpler things like removing water from alcohol she can do so without the help of a formula. As a skill it comes as naturally to her as it is to breathe. Excessive transmutation takes it’s toll on her mind in a similar way pulling an all nighter would. She begins to lose focus, much more likely to make a mistake. A good night sleep and a break helps to bring her focus back.

I.e Transmuting a state of an element from solid, liquid, and gas. Pulling and isolating certain elements, like oxygen or hydrogen from water. Adding certain elements to an object to change it’s form, forcing oxygen into iron graters to rust. Changing the shape of a wooden crate to stakes.

It takes time for Charlene to write alchemical equations to breakdown the base elements of what she is transmuting. While with simpler things like separating elements in water, she can do off the top of her head easily.

Fighting Skills: Trained by her mother, Charlene is quite proficient with a staff in her hands. Non-lethal fighting style.

Master’s Degree in Chemistry: Charlene has earned her master’s degree at Lost Haven University.

Scavenging: A good eye for searching an area for valuable components, tearing apart old computers, tvs, cars, quick to pick clean an area for valuable scrap before moving on.

Minor Herb/Medicinal Knowledge: Charlene maintains minor understanding and recognition of medicinal herbs, due largely to her grandfather’s expertise. Can recognize certain herbs and plants, use them for rustic applications.

Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Trained - 2 hrs.
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Above Average - Formally educated
Fighting Skill: Trained - Fighting Staff and Self Defense

Resources: Average - holds down a part time job as a lab assistant at the University, helps run family’s shop - Croll Corner. Makes modest cash off of her scavenging materials.

Equipment:
Sycamore Magnum Opus Staff: Made of sycamore, weighted with soft metals worked into the grain like tin, copper, and gold. Able to use the metals in the staff to change the shape, most often to that of a crowbar.

Magnum Opus Staff

Items found on her person/in small backpack:
Lithium batteries
Cat litter
Aerosol hairspray
Lighter
Flint and steel
Steel flask of whiskey
Water Bottle - Gasoline
A ceramic knife
Little packets of salt
Plyers
A packet of styrofoam

Weaknesses:

Human Constraints: Vulnerable to exposure, a bullet, a nasty fall, a hard hit around the head. Human through and through. Slightly above average pain tolerance, can withstand a hit. Otherwise, easy enough to hurt or stop.

Human Endurance: While her endurance is above average, when Charlene loses focus she begins to grow sluggish of body and mind. Much more likely to mess up an equation or miscalculate an element in transmutation. Which can result in some rather ugly results.

Supporting Characters:
Father (Deceased at 28)- Keith Croll (Changed name when he married Julianne)
Mother (Age 42) - Julianne Croll - Jules
Younger Sister (Age 15)- Harriet Croll - Harry
Grandfather & Mentor (Age 68) - Nathaniel Croll

Friends: Carrie Ludwig (Witch) & Yvonne Thompson (Urban Scavenger)

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@fdeviant @ShyDot @Hellis Hey, I need your opinions specifically, but I'd appreciate anyone's really. I feel like this sheet is lacking in either history, abilities or weaknesses. I'd appreciate if you guys have any suggestions. Thanks in advance! <3

Charlene Croll - The Alchemyst

Real Name: Charlene Croll. Char, Charlie.

Alias: The Alchemyst

Speech Color: Honeydew

Character Alignment: Walking the Line - Leaning Hero. Chaotic Good.

[8tracks: Dream to Ignite]
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Identity: Secret

Character Personality:

Charlene Croll has a deep and rich family history rooted in studying alchemy for hundreds of years. Her family focused largely on alchemy and alchemy alone, as a result is naive to other magical practices. The talent and magic potential lingers heavily in her family’s blood, granting them the ability to transmute the world around them. With the weight of carrying on family tradition on her shoulders, Charlene hardly acts the part. Her focus is on the present, forging her own path and discoveries. Takes immense amounts of pride in her abilities and her family, but struggles with identifying herself for the current generation.

Streetwise, smart, fast talker. Problem solver.

Incredibly observant, great spacial awareness and great sense of direction. As an urban scavenger, her versatility relies heavily on these abilities. Generally a sociable person when she has time, especially now that she has completed her master’s. Holds a close circle of friends, gets along well enough with her peers within the chemistry department at LHU, Lost Haven University. Charlene prioritizes her family above all else, above school and above herself.

Appearance

Appearance:
Charlene dresses in layers, old clothes, and uses a mask to cover her mouth and nose. Protecting her identity and protecting herself from old molds, dust and other dangerous airborne contaminants found in dilapidated areas. Wears a pair of goggles for the same reasons. Safety first!

She wears a long hooded sweater, old shirt and skirt with leggings. On her feet are beat up pair of running shoes, alternatively also wears steel toed boots. Often covered in a thin layer of dirt or dust.

Images

Age: 24
Hair: Long dirty blonde hair
Eyes: Green
Height: 6’1” - 183 cm
Weight: 155 lbs

Slim face, bright green eyes with a splash of freckles across her nose. Charlene has strong arms and legs, years training under her mother’s heavy staff. Urban exploration has lent well to keeping her active and lithe. Quick to solve a problem and just as quick to swing her staff under your feet.

Her Face

Origin/History

Origin/History:

Charlene Croll was born in Lost Haven to a long line of Crolls, a very proud and long standing family of alchemists. Born with magic in her veins, a knack for understanding the building blocks of the world around her.

Her mother, Julianne Croll married Keith Lancaster - Keith hailing from a family of enchanters, accustomed to the strange and arcane. When their circles intermingled, a whirlwind romance swept away the pair, as Nathaniel often refers to when Julianne met Keith. They married young, had children young and unfortunately for Julianne, Charlene and Harriet, Keith died young as well. Charlene attended her father’s funeral at age 9. Keith died when he was caught in debris, property damage collateral from metahumans fighting in the city.

Nathaniel, Julianne’s father, had lost his wife some years before they were married and helped raise Charlene and Harriet when Keith passed. Together Julianne and Nathaniel ran the knick knack and repair shop - Croll Corner. Teaching Charlene and eventually Harriet the biggest trade secret they had, Alchemy.

The little family did well enough for themselves, struggling when Lost Haven population became saturated with metahumans, followed thereafter with events like D-Day rocking the city. Riots in the streets by local gangs, cosmic horrors waltzing down mainstreet. The events had insurance premiums hit a record breaking high. But still they carried on, relatively alright save for Croll Corner, being looted during the riots. Julianne and Charlene were able to fend off the attackers but not before they stole the cash register. Nathaniel and Julianne vehement about keeping Harriet and Charlene well away from metahumans and all the problems that came with it.

Julianne taught Charlene and eventually Harriet when she was old enough, self defense and how to fight with staves. While Nathaniel and Julianne focused on their alchemy education, kept them distracted from the city and it’s rampant problems in crime and gang activity. Charlene picked and started crafting her Magnum Opus staff at 11, deciding on sycamore wood.

The Magnum Opus Staff is a family tradition, built around passing on knowledge to the next generation. The staves not only representative of the alchemist’s life but their preferred tool. The staff’s properties are added to, changed and modified throughout their lives. As they grow older the more thought and time is put into modifying it to strike a balance with the previous modifications made. Some Croll’s only add to it when they discover a new equation or make strides in their research while others choose to mark important life events upon their staff. The staves are individual as their wielders, often passing the staff onto the next generation to use.

For school, Charlene studied her way through high school and eventually attending Lost Haven University, she worked part time in the shop and other places to pay for her education with only minimal government assistance. Graduated recently, as of June..

Charlene remembers her father well, looks after her kid sister while making a few extra bucks from scavenging. In spite of having good reason to keep to her own business, Charlene wants to join the fray if not only to protect her family from another big disaster like Hounds of Humanity, but to mark herself apart of something larger. Her pride as a Croll Alchemist would hardly allow for anything else.

Hero Type:
Mystic

Power Level:
Street Level

Powers/Skills:
Transmutation: An alchemist's bread and butter, able to focus the magic within her to change the form of things around her. For more complex changes she scribbles out the alchemical equation upon the item but for simpler things like removing water from alcohol she can do so without the help of a formula. As a skill it comes as naturally to her as it is to breathe. Excessive transmutation takes it’s toll on her mind in a similar way pulling an all nighter would. She begins to lose focus, much more likely to make a mistake. A good night sleep and a break helps to bring her focus back.

I.e Transmuting a state of an element from solid, liquid, and gas. Pulling and isolating certain elements, like oxygen or hydrogen from water. Adding certain elements to an object to change it’s form, forcing oxygen into iron graters to rust. Changing the shape of a wooden crate to stakes.

It takes time for Charlene to write alchemical equations to breakdown the base elements of what she is transmuting. While with simpler things like separating elements in water, she can do off the top of her head easily.

Fighting Skills: Trained by her mother, Charlene is quite proficient with a staff in her hands. Non-lethal fighting style.

Master’s Degree in Chemistry: Charlene has earned her master’s degree at Lost Haven University.

Scavenging: A good eye for searching an area for valuable components, tearing apart old computers, tvs, cars, quick to pick clean an area for valuable scrap before moving on.

Minor Herb/Medicinal Knowledge: Charlene maintains minor understanding and recognition of medicinal herbs, due largely to her grandfather’s expertise. Can recognize certain herbs and plants, use them for rustic applications.

Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Trained - 2 hrs.
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Above Average - Formally educated
Fighting Skill: Trained - Fighting Staff and Self Defense

Resources: Average - holds down a part time job as a lab assistant at the University, helps run family’s shop - Croll Corner. Makes modest cash off of her scavenging materials.

Equipment:
Sycamore Magnum Opus Staff: Made of sycamore, weighted with soft metals worked into the grain like tin, copper, and gold. Able to use the metals in the staff to change the shape, most often to that of a crowbar.

Magnum Opus Staff

Items found on her person/in small backpack:
Lithium batteries
Cat litter
Aerosol hairspray
Lighter
Flint and steel
Steel flask of whiskey
Water Bottle - Gasoline
A ceramic knife
Little packets of salt
Plyers
A packet of styrofoam

Weaknesses:

Human Constraints: Vulnerable to exposure, a bullet, a nasty fall, a hard hit around the head. Human through and through. Slightly above average pain tolerance, can withstand a hit. Otherwise, easy enough to hurt or stop.

Human Endurance: While her endurance is above average, when Charlene loses focus she begins to grow sluggish of body and mind. Much more likely to mess up an equation or miscalculate an element in transmutation. Which can result in some rather ugly results.

Supporting Characters:
Father (Deceased at 28)- Keith Croll (Changed name when he married Julianne)
Mother (Age 42) - Julianne Croll - Jules
Younger Sister (Age 15)- Harriet Croll - Harry
Grandfather & Mentor (Age 68) - Nathaniel Croll

Friends: Carrie Ludwig (Witch) & Yvonne Thompson (Urban Scavenger)

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Character you have created: Alice Rackham

Alias: Captain Ally “Black Bonnet” Rackham

Speech Color: Not determined yet.

Character Alignment: WTL (She's not overtly evil, anyway)
Identity: Glorying in infamy!

Character Personality: Alice is, in almost every way, larger than life, and loves living to the fullest and in the moment. When she's not off raiding, she enjoys tinkering with anything and everything near by, especially at her workshop. She enjoys both modern and classical music, tending to swing between ballroom waltzes and heavy metal when the mood strikes her. She is utterly fearless, and enjoys hardship and difficult adversaries, sensing adventure in the opportunity.

Alice treats her crew like a bunch of favoured nephews and nieces, and insists that, while not infringing on their freedoms outside of shipboard duty, that they stay healthy. "Just because we're pirates doesn't mean we have to act like we're in the Seventeenth Century, you jackanapes," as she has been recorded saying. She believes fiercely in freedom, well and beyond what modern democracies espouse and hewing much closer to general anarchy, though onboard the Revenge, she maintains absolute authority, even if she doesn't exercise it unless she has to. That said, traitors and mutineers are dealt with harshly. And while she is okay with kidnapping, the slave trade is a thorn in her side, and any other modern pirates who try to take slaves in her territory risk being summarily executed. It is this "freelance privateering", added to the fact that much of her raiding is done to military and/or foreign targets, that has led to a sudden lack of resources to fight her in local governments in the Caribbean.

She, unfortunately, also suffering from bipolar disorder, and from what psychologists will say, some form of severe psychosis and delusional behaviour. While not true entirely, she is very much ungrounded from reality much of the time, as evidenced by her career alone. Thankfully, despite her isolation as a captain, necessarily separated emotionally from her crew, her 'delusions' keep her company and give her guidance. She considers herself a sort of priestess, as well as a protector, of the ocean, and will viciously punish those who abuse the sea.

Uniform/costume: Alice wears full pirate captain regalia, with a wide brimmed hat clipped up on the right side and several long black-dyed peacock feathers running off the black fabric. Her coat is bloody red, hangs down to her thighs, and she wears black pants under it, tucked into the classic knee-high fold-over boots. Her torso is crossed over by two bandoleers carrying custom-made flintlock pistols, and a wide leather belt carries two more pairs of those and her pair of cutlasses. She wears her hair in a loose cloud under her hat, though on occasion she will, in a nod to Blackbeard, braid it down and tie slow-burn fuses into it.

Origin Info/Details: Alice was born into a well-to-do middle class family in Galveston, Texas. The eldest of three children, she grew up knowing very little of her family history, until in high school she was required to read Treasure Island for a book report. She was utterly enraptured by the pirating lifestyle, and swiftly became obsessed. She researched tirelessly, and when she came across the stories of “Calico Jack” Rackham, and noticed the similar surname, she began digging into her own family history, where she made a surprising discovery.

Not only was she directly descended from Rackham and Anne Bonny's child, but several other bloodlines had tied into hers over the last several centuries. Through exhaustive digging through records that had long been buried, she found that she was also the descendant of some of the most illustrious pirates who ever lived. Evidence became solid for her family ties to Edward “Blackbeard” Teach, Bartholomew Roberts, Jean Lafitte, Captain William Kidd, James Avery, Sir Henry Morgan, “Black” Sam Bellamy, and John Taylor. The sheer unlikelihood of this union of trees seemed impossible, but she managed to confirm it multiple times through responsible sources. Her high school project for her senior history class was this entire documentation.

Just before she graduated, her parents managed to win a lottery prize at a whopping three hundred and eighty-five million dollars. Immediately after her graduation, the entire family, inspired by her findings, decided to move to a private residence just outside Nassau, in the Caribbean. This was, however, unfortunate. During a family outing that Alice herself was unable to attend due to illness, the family was kidnapped and killed. Legends about her state this, along with her fever, is was caused her to snap, and become Black Bonnet.

Alice was always a bright child, but following her inheritance, she made massive leaps forward as she feverishly studied mechanical engineering and materials science, ostensibly for college, but she soon figured out that she didn't even need to attend. She managed to actually test out of her entire Bachelor's of Applied Science, and then disappeared for quite some time. The only evidence she was still alive was a steady draining of the interests on her fortune, carefully managed by a hired advisor.

Almost three years to the day of her family's murder, her ship set sail out of Tortuga, raiding and pillaging. She only took volunteer crew, but as it turned out there were many in the Caribbean who were romanced by the idea and grandeur of her ship and by the thought of escaping poverty and the rule of law. Now, Black Bonnet Rackham sails throughout the Caribbean, sowing terror and taking plunder wherever she wishes, seemingly completely unfazed by the multiple attempts of multinational navies to try and bring her in or sink her, and basking in the adoration of those who see her career as a sort of 'reality escape', living a dream most thought long dead: the free pirate.

Hero Type: Grey Matter and (maybe) Supernatural/Mystic

Power Level: Street(on land), world(at sea)

Powers:

The Tortuga's Revenge, her pride and love: The Revenge is designed like the old ships of the line, a two hundred foot long, three masted battleship with two gun decks of twenty-five-a-side and more armaments on the main deck. The whole of it is made of teak, in classic style, though the masts, main deck, hull, and keel are all also impregnated with a special hardening compound of Alice's design that makes them impervious to all but the very largest of naval guns, and even then she takes minimal damage. The material is also lined with a magnesium-foam compounds that reduces her necessary weight by tons The sails and rigging, as well, are made of Dyneema- and asbestos-woven fabric, so as to be tough and fireproof. Other modifications are as follows:

• Swivel guns: These are small, rail mounted cannons on the rear and fore decks, capable of rotating to cover about a one hundred degree arc. Paired on the sides of each deck, for eight in total, these little bastards carry a surprising wallop, modified as they are to fire a variety of modern and older ammunition, from HEAT rounds to grapeshot, and require no powder. They can also be switched out for miniguns, as the need arises.
• Deck mortars: A set of twin mortar cannons sit on the rear deck, and are comparable to modern gun howitzers, though they can angle to almost seventy degrees when necessary. These fire 120mm shells of varying loads.
• Main Cannons: The terror of the modern high seas. Aesthetically made to look like Golden Age of Sail ship guns, these heavy guns are actually several different types of modified artillery pieces. The lowest deck has a set of rail cannons, GA Blitzers, which are capable of firing a sabot round at Mach 5. The second deck has larger versions of the deck mortars, essentially howitzers, which fire anything from HE shells up to tactical nuclear shells, though Alice would never authorise such an ammunition(it ruins the booty). The main deck guns, which are only rolled out on special occasions, are the most unique of the Revenge's arsenal. These are actually smaller than the swivels, though not by much, but they do not fire conventional ammunition. Experimental shells filled with cryo-explosives, Dragon's breath shot, ionizing rods that will generate lightning bolts, and gas rounds that can knock out a whole cruise ship in a few minutes; these are reserved for the main deck guns.
• Torpedo Tubes: Four on the bow of the ship.

Aside from the armaments, the Revenge also has other wonders, such as a hydrofoil generator/engine combo below the waterline, capable of powering the whole of the ship and pushing her max speed up to 40 knots(46mph/74kph). The engine consumes no fuel itself, an important feature to Alice. The quarters for all the crew resemble modern barracks rooms, though far more comfortable and home-y as they have decorated. The galley resembles that of a modern cruise ship, though it maintains the aesthetic for the furniture, all dark teak and cast iron. She also, of course, has modern medical facilities, and a brig capable of holding even minor metahumans. As a special touch, Alice has managed to procure a device that renders the Revenge invisible to thermal imaging, sonar, and satellite tracking, essentially a ghost ship in the modern age.

Super Inventor – Aside from the ship itself, Alice has numerous other creations to her credit.

Nanoweave Fibre: Alice's clothes, and all the ropes and sails of the Tortuga's Revenge, are made from her own custom blend of Dyneema and nano-weave carbon/asbestos fibre, rendering them almost completely immune to cuts, tears, punctures, and fire. Her entire crew is outfitted in the same. This special weave, while extremely durable, bends and folds as easily as cotton.
Mono-line Blades: Alice's cutlasses are sharp on their own, and made out of a special alloy that is nigh-unbreakable, but their true strength lies in the microedge they have, narrowing down to almost a single molecule wide, rendering them capable of cutting through almost every conceivable material. The crew carry knives of the same edging, allowing them to maintain the ship despite it's toughness.
The Pistols: While the eight pistols on her seem to be flintlocks, and even look that way when firing, this is purely aesthetic, much like the rest of her possessions. The actually contain tiny electro-magnetic catapults, and fire her pistol shot at super sonic velocities. The shot itself is similar to her basic cannon shot for the ship, rounded cones of tungsten-carbide, capable of penetrating most standard body armour with little difficulty.
Gripping Boots: The soles of her boots are enhanced to grip onto any surface through a combination of magnetism and molecular bonding hairs and pads, inspired by geckos and other climbing animals.

The Workshop: This is a sprawling, 12,000 square foot complex in a hidden cove on the island of Tortuga, the entrance to which is disguised as a blank rock through the use of a hologram projection. This dock hold all the materials for repair the Revenge, manufacturing the specialty ammunition, housing the crew, and dumping booty from raids.

Madness, or...: The legends that have already cropped up around Black Bonnet Rackham commonly say that her parents death cracked her brain so badly that she's completely mad. To be certain, her crew regularly hears and sees her talking with things that they cannot perceive. But that may not be all there is to this tale, either.
According to Alice herself, her ship and home regularly host eight spirits, whom she can name and describe fairly well. Those who have heard these names and descriptions assume she did research some time in her past, and her broken mind has conjured them to help her stay somewhat balanced. But sailors are a superstitious lot, and many have begun to believe that maybe, just maybe, she really can see gods. After all, all sorts of other strange things have happened in the world, why not this?
The 'deities' who Alice hosts are:

• Calypso, the piratical goddess of the sea (who hates her representation in un-named movies as some sort of lovesick mortal). She claims the title of 'chief' deity, and tend to treat Alice like a daughter.
• Namaka, a fierce and domineering Hawaiian lady, with water pooling at her feet.
• Takehaya Susanoo-no-Mikoto, a Japanese man who occasionally shows up with his wife, and always during storms.
• Sedna, a large Inuit woman missing her fingers.
• Ægir and Rán, a huge giant and his mermaid goddess wife, who always appear together and love showing up to parties.
• Samudra, an Indian woman who is temperamental, but typically calm when boarding with Alice.
• Agwé, a black man who is always grinning at her, and refers to himself as her King, unless the Calypso is around.
• Chalciuhtlicue, a gorgeous Aztec woman who is always holding a babe on each hip, one boy and one girl.

Alice refers to these spirits as her friends, often in familiar terms, and sometimes even rudely. She especially likes cursing at them during storms, though she reports that this really only makes them laugh. Even those people who claim to be able to see or otherwise interact with spirits and other supernatural beings deny seeing them near her, though she replies to these denunciations by proclaiming them “not worth the Sea's time”. It remains to be seen whether she is mad or some sort of priestess.

Skills: (Because these really don't count as powers

Navigation, Captaincy, and Seamanship: Alice seems to have an inborn knack for all things relating to piloting a ship. She can read the waves and avoid even the worst swells, can smell a storm before it's even visible on the horizon, can plot courses that shave hours off her travel time, knows every single inch of her ship from bow to stern, and can even read her crew's mood before they know it themselves. She is a commanding presence wherever she goes

Linguistics: Alice can fluently speak Haitian French, Creole, Spanish, and English

Combat: Alice has taught herself, through instructional videos, practise, and sparring, all forms of pirate combat; Cutlass and pistol, knife, boarding pike, artillery combat, naval tactics, acrobatics, nad most modern naval small arms combat.

Engineering: Alice has a dual BAS in Mechanical Engineering and Physics, with all the skills that entails, though her genius adds considerably to this.

Attributes:

Height: 6'1”
Weight: 180 lbs
Strength Level: Above average, but not by much
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: John Woo film hero level(about twice normal human)
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 hours, because she's used to the hardships of the sea.
Agility: Above Average, but still human
Intelligence: Very genius
Fighting Skill: Experienced/Trained

Resources: Extreme; aside from her inherited fortune (most of which was dumped into the ship), she has her financial advisor managing stocks, bonds, and several Cayman and Swiss bank accounts. These are cunningly manipulated so that international authorities can't freeze them. And there's plunder, as well.

Weaknesses: Aside from her armoured clothing, she is a normal human being, and can be killed or wounded as easily as any other.

She is, even if not quite as mad as some fear, extremely delusional, and any attempt to bring her back to modern sensibilities is doomed to failure.

Following with her delusions, Alice has a flashpan temper when it comes to her ship, or her crew, and is fiercely protective of both.

She has a severe peanut allergy.

Pirate Information:

Insignia: Alice's flag is black, with white crossed cutlasses. A white skull looks to the side in profile, at a speared heart dripping blood into a cup.

Code: Alice's Code is as follows:

• I: The Captain shall receive three shares of any retrieved value. The Quartermaster and Doctor shall each receive two shares. The Cook shall receive one and one half share. All regular crew shall receive one share. Provisional Crew shall receive one half share.
• II: No crew member shall engage in any form of slavery. If a crew member of any rank should so engage, The Captain shall deem a fitting punishment.
• III: Any crew member, having been assured the availability of willing mates, who is found to have engaged in rape, shall be keelhauled.
• IV: Any crew member who is found to have aided in the capture or death of any of their Brethren, shall be tied to the mast and left to the depredations of those Brethren who remain.
• V: All complaints, no matter how small, will be listened to. Those crew members who cannot find a satisfactory solution to their complaint shall be put ashore at the nearest safe port and sworn to secrecy on pain of death.
• VI: No crew member shall engage in any activity which may divide the crew. Friendly boxing and gambling is allowed, but all complaints against the results must be settled fairly by an Officer.
• VII: Those who deem fit to poison the ocean with things other than what belong in it shall be given to the next storm.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):
While her family may be dead, there are multitudes of people who interact with Alice on a daily basis, even aside from her Gods.

NPCs

• Liam Evans, her accountant, who works out of Grand Cayman and calls her whenever he needs a decision about her accounts made.
• Mister Ribbons, a flamboyant man who serves as her quartermaster on the Revenge
• James Kirk MD, who regrets his name but doesn't wish to change it. The Revenge's Doctor.
• Dominique Briggs, the overbearing ship's cook
• Admiral Brian Haliway, the Naval officer of Her Majesty's Navy who heads the task force attempting to rid the Caribbean of Black Bonnet Rackham
• The Kraken, that mysterious creature of legend, who some have reported as following the Revenge, though to what purpose remains unclear.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:

Other: I will make NPC sheets for the spirits when and if the story makes it seem necessary.

[nitemare shape]

Character you have created: Alice Rackham

Alias: Captain Ally “Black Bonnet” Rackham

Speech Color: Not determined yet.

Character Alignment: WTL (She's not overtly evil, anyway)
Identity: Glorying in infamy!

Character Personality: Alice is, in almost every way, larger than life, and loves living to the fullest and in the moment. When she's not off raiding, she enjoys tinkering with anything and everything near by, especially at her workshop. She enjoys both modern and classical music, tending to swing between ballroom waltzes and heavy metal when the mood strikes her. She is utterly fearless, and enjoys hardship and difficult adversaries, sensing adventure in the opportunity.

Alice treats her crew like a bunch of favoured nephews and nieces, and insists that, while not infringing on their freedoms outside of shipboard duty, that they stay healthy. "Just because we're pirates doesn't mean we have to act like we're in the Seventeenth Century, you jackanapes," as she has been recorded saying. She believes fiercely in freedom, well and beyond what modern democracies espouse and hewing much closer to general anarchy, though onboard the Revenge, she maintains absolute authority, even if she doesn't exercise it unless she has to. That said, traitors and mutineers are dealt with harshly. And while she is okay with kidnapping, the slave trade is a thorn in her side, and any other modern pirates who try to take slaves in her territory risk being summarily executed. It is this "freelance privateering", added to the fact that much of her raiding is done to military and/or foreign targets, that has led to a sudden lack of resources to fight her in local governments in the Caribbean.

She, unfortunately, also suffering from bipolar disorder, and from what psychologists will say, some form of severe psychosis and delusional behaviour. While not true entirely, she is very much ungrounded from reality much of the time, as evidenced by her career alone. Thankfully, despite her isolation as a captain, necessarily separated emotionally from her crew, her 'delusions' keep her company and give her guidance. She considers herself a sort of priestess, as well as a protector, of the ocean, and will viciously punish those who abuse the sea.

Uniform/costume: Alice wears full pirate captain regalia, with a wide brimmed hat clipped up on the right side and several long black-dyed peacock feathers running off the black fabric. Her coat is bloody red, hangs down to her thighs, and she wears black pants under it, tucked into the classic knee-high fold-over boots. Her torso is crossed over by two bandoleers carrying custom-made flintlock pistols, and a wide leather belt carries two more pairs of those and her pair of cutlasses. She wears her hair in a loose cloud under her hat, though on occasion she will, in a nod to Blackbeard, braid it down and tie slow-burn fuses into it.

Origin Info/Details: Alice was born into a well-to-do middle class family in Galveston, Texas. The eldest of three children, she grew up knowing very little of her family history, until in high school she was required to read Treasure Island for a book report. She was utterly enraptured by the pirating lifestyle, and swiftly became obsessed. She researched tirelessly, and when she came across the stories of “Calico Jack” Rackham, and noticed the similar surname, she began digging into her own family history, where she made a surprising discovery.

Not only was she directly descended from Rackham and Anne Bonny's child, but several other bloodlines had tied into hers over the last several centuries. Through exhaustive digging through records that had long been buried, she found that she was also the descendant of some of the most illustrious pirates who ever lived. Evidence became solid for her family ties to Edward “Blackbeard” Teach, Bartholomew Roberts, Jean Lafitte, Captain William Kidd, James Avery, Sir Henry Morgan, “Black” Sam Bellamy, and John Taylor. The sheer unlikelihood of this union of trees seemed impossible, but she managed to confirm it multiple times through responsible sources. Her high school project for her senior history class was this entire documentation.

Just before she graduated, her parents managed to win a lottery prize at a whopping three hundred and eighty-five million dollars. Immediately after her graduation, the entire family, inspired by her findings, decided to move to a private residence just outside Nassau, in the Caribbean. This was, however, unfortunate. During a family outing that Alice herself was unable to attend due to illness, the family was kidnapped and killed. Legends about her state this, along with her fever, is was caused her to snap, and become Black Bonnet.

Alice was always a bright child, but following her inheritance, she made massive leaps forward as she feverishly studied mechanical engineering and materials science, ostensibly for college, but she soon figured out that she didn't even need to attend. She managed to actually test out of her entire Bachelor's of Applied Science, and then disappeared for quite some time. The only evidence she was still alive was a steady draining of the interests on her fortune, carefully managed by a hired advisor.

Almost three years to the day of her family's murder, her ship set sail out of Tortuga, raiding and pillaging. She only took volunteer crew, but as it turned out there were many in the Caribbean who were romanced by the idea and grandeur of her ship and by the thought of escaping poverty and the rule of law. Now, Black Bonnet Rackham sails throughout the Caribbean, sowing terror and taking plunder wherever she wishes, seemingly completely unfazed by the multiple attempts of multinational navies to try and bring her in or sink her, and basking in the adoration of those who see her career as a sort of 'reality escape', living a dream most thought long dead: the free pirate.

Hero Type: Grey Matter and (maybe) Supernatural/Mystic

Power Level: Street(on land), world(at sea)

Powers:

The Tortuga's Revenge, her pride and love: The Revenge is designed like the old ships of the line, a two hundred foot long, three masted battleship with two gun decks of twenty-five-a-side and more armaments on the main deck. The whole of it is made of teak, in classic style, though the masts, main deck, hull, and keel are all also impregnated with a special hardening compound of Alice's design that makes them impervious to all but the very largest of naval guns, and even then she takes minimal damage. The material is also lined with a magnesium-foam compounds that reduces her necessary weight by tons The sails and rigging, as well, are made of Dyneema- and asbestos-woven fabric, so as to be tough and fireproof. Other modifications are as follows:

• Swivel guns: These are small, rail mounted cannons on the rear and fore decks, capable of rotating to cover about a one hundred degree arc. Paired on the sides of each deck, for eight in total, these little bastards carry a surprising wallop, modified as they are to fire a variety of modern and older ammunition, from HEAT rounds to grapeshot, and require no powder. They can also be switched out for miniguns, as the need arises.
• Deck mortars: A set of twin mortar cannons sit on the rear deck, and are comparable to modern gun howitzers, though they can angle to almost seventy degrees when necessary. These fire 120mm shells of varying loads.
• Main Cannons: The terror of the modern high seas. Aesthetically made to look like Golden Age of Sail ship guns, these heavy guns are actually several different types of modified artillery pieces. The lowest deck has a set of rail cannons, GA Blitzers, which are capable of firing a sabot round at Mach 5. The second deck has larger versions of the deck mortars, essentially howitzers, which fire anything from HE shells up to tactical nuclear shells, though Alice would never authorise such an ammunition(it ruins the booty). The main deck guns, which are only rolled out on special occasions, are the most unique of the Revenge's arsenal. These are actually smaller than the swivels, though not by much, but they do not fire conventional ammunition. Experimental shells filled with cryo-explosives, Dragon's breath shot, ionizing rods that will generate lightning bolts, and gas rounds that can knock out a whole cruise ship in a few minutes; these are reserved for the main deck guns.
• Torpedo Tubes: Four on the bow of the ship.

Aside from the armaments, the Revenge also has other wonders, such as a hydrofoil generator/engine combo below the waterline, capable of powering the whole of the ship and pushing her max speed up to 40 knots(46mph/74kph). The engine consumes no fuel itself, an important feature to Alice. The quarters for all the crew resemble modern barracks rooms, though far more comfortable and home-y as they have decorated. The galley resembles that of a modern cruise ship, though it maintains the aesthetic for the furniture, all dark teak and cast iron. She also, of course, has modern medical facilities, and a brig capable of holding even minor metahumans. As a special touch, Alice has managed to procure a device that renders the Revenge invisible to thermal imaging, sonar, and satellite tracking, essentially a ghost ship in the modern age.

Super Inventor – Aside from the ship itself, Alice has numerous other creations to her credit.

Nanoweave Fibre: Alice's clothes, and all the ropes and sails of the Tortuga's Revenge, are made from her own custom blend of Dyneema and nano-weave carbon/asbestos fibre, rendering them almost completely immune to cuts, tears, punctures, and fire. Her entire crew is outfitted in the same. This special weave, while extremely durable, bends and folds as easily as cotton.
Mono-line Blades: Alice's cutlasses are sharp on their own, and made out of a special alloy that is nigh-unbreakable, but their true strength lies in the microedge they have, narrowing down to almost a single molecule wide, rendering them capable of cutting through almost every conceivable material. The crew carry knives of the same edging, allowing them to maintain the ship despite it's toughness.
The Pistols: While the eight pistols on her seem to be flintlocks, and even look that way when firing, this is purely aesthetic, much like the rest of her possessions. The actually contain tiny electro-magnetic catapults, and fire her pistol shot at super sonic velocities. The shot itself is similar to her basic cannon shot for the ship, rounded cones of tungsten-carbide, capable of penetrating most standard body armour with little difficulty.
Gripping Boots: The soles of her boots are enhanced to grip onto any surface through a combination of magnetism and molecular bonding hairs and pads, inspired by geckos and other climbing animals.

The Workshop: This is a sprawling, 12,000 square foot complex in a hidden cove on the island of Tortuga, the entrance to which is disguised as a blank rock through the use of a hologram projection. This dock hold all the materials for repair the Revenge, manufacturing the specialty ammunition, housing the crew, and dumping booty from raids.

Madness, or...: The legends that have already cropped up around Black Bonnet Rackham commonly say that her parents death cracked her brain so badly that she's completely mad. To be certain, her crew regularly hears and sees her talking with things that they cannot perceive. But that may not be all there is to this tale, either.
According to Alice herself, her ship and home regularly host eight spirits, whom she can name and describe fairly well. Those who have heard these names and descriptions assume she did research some time in her past, and her broken mind has conjured them to help her stay somewhat balanced. But sailors are a superstitious lot, and many have begun to believe that maybe, just maybe, she really can see gods. After all, all sorts of other strange things have happened in the world, why not this?
The 'deities' who Alice hosts are:

• Calypso, the piratical goddess of the sea (who hates her representation in un-named movies as some sort of lovesick mortal). She claims the title of 'chief' deity, and tend to treat Alice like a daughter.
• Namaka, a fierce and domineering Hawaiian lady, with water pooling at her feet.
• Takehaya Susanoo-no-Mikoto, a Japanese man who occasionally shows up with his wife, and always during storms.
• Sedna, a large Inuit woman missing her fingers.
• Ægir and Rán, a huge giant and his mermaid goddess wife, who always appear together and love showing up to parties.
• Samudra, an Indian woman who is temperamental, but typically calm when boarding with Alice.
• Agwé, a black man who is always grinning at her, and refers to himself as her King, unless the Calypso is around.
• Chalciuhtlicue, a gorgeous Aztec woman who is always holding a babe on each hip, one boy and one girl.

Alice refers to these spirits as her friends, often in familiar terms, and sometimes even rudely. She especially likes cursing at them during storms, though she reports that this really only makes them laugh. Even those people who claim to be able to see or otherwise interact with spirits and other supernatural beings deny seeing them near her, though she replies to these denunciations by proclaiming them “not worth the Sea's time”. It remains to be seen whether she is mad or some sort of priestess.

Skills: (Because these really don't count as powers

Navigation, Captaincy, and Seamanship: Alice seems to have an inborn knack for all things relating to piloting a ship. She can read the waves and avoid even the worst swells, can smell a storm before it's even visible on the horizon, can plot courses that shave hours off her travel time, knows every single inch of her ship from bow to stern, and can even read her crew's mood before they know it themselves. She is a commanding presence wherever she goes

Linguistics: Alice can fluently speak Haitian French, Creole, Spanish, and English

Combat: Alice has taught herself, through instructional videos, practise, and sparring, all forms of pirate combat; Cutlass and pistol, knife, boarding pike, artillery combat, naval tactics, acrobatics, nad most modern naval small arms combat.

Engineering: Alice has a dual BAS in Mechanical Engineering and Physics, with all the skills that entails, though her genius adds considerably to this.

Attributes:

Height: 6'1”
Weight: 180 lbs
Strength Level: Above average, but not by much
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: John Woo film hero level(about twice normal human)
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 hours, because she's used to the hardships of the sea.
Agility: Above Average, but still human
Intelligence: Very genius
Fighting Skill: Experienced/Trained

Resources: Extreme; aside from her inherited fortune (most of which was dumped into the ship), she has her financial advisor managing stocks, bonds, and several Cayman and Swiss bank accounts. These are cunningly manipulated so that international authorities can't freeze them. And there's plunder, as well.

Weaknesses: Aside from her armoured clothing, she is a normal human being, and can be killed or wounded as easily as any other.

She is, even if not quite as mad as some fear, extremely delusional, and any attempt to bring her back to modern sensibilities is doomed to failure.

Following with her delusions, Alice has a flashpan temper when it comes to her ship, or her crew, and is fiercely protective of both.

She has a severe peanut allergy.

Pirate Information:

Insignia: Alice's flag is black, with white crossed cutlasses. A white skull looks to the side in profile, at a speared heart dripping blood into a cup.

Code: Alice's Code is as follows:

• I: The Captain shall receive three shares of any retrieved value. The Quartermaster and Doctor shall each receive two shares. The Cook shall receive one and one half share. All regular crew shall receive one share. Provisional Crew shall receive one half share.
• II: No crew member shall engage in any form of slavery. If a crew member of any rank should so engage, The Captain shall deem a fitting punishment.
• III: Any crew member, having been assured the availability of willing mates, who is found to have engaged in rape, shall be keelhauled.
• IV: Any crew member who is found to have aided in the capture or death of any of their Brethren, shall be tied to the mast and left to the depredations of those Brethren who remain.
• V: All complaints, no matter how small, will be listened to. Those crew members who cannot find a satisfactory solution to their complaint shall be put ashore at the nearest safe port and sworn to secrecy on pain of death.
• VI: No crew member shall engage in any activity which may divide the crew. Friendly boxing and gambling is allowed, but all complaints against the results must be settled fairly by an Officer.
• VII: Those who deem fit to poison the ocean with things other than what belong in it shall be given to the next storm.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):
While her family may be dead, there are multitudes of people who interact with Alice on a daily basis, even aside from her Gods.

NPCs

• Liam Evans, her accountant, who works out of Grand Cayman and calls her whenever he needs a decision about her accounts made.
• Mister Ribbons, a flamboyant man who serves as her quartermaster on the Revenge
• James Kirk MD, who regrets his name but doesn't wish to change it. The Revenge's Doctor.
• Dominique Briggs, the overbearing ship's cook
• Admiral Brian Haliway, the Naval officer of Her Majesty's Navy who heads the task force attempting to rid the Caribbean of Black Bonnet Rackham
• The Kraken, that mysterious creature of legend, who some have reported as following the Revenge, though to what purpose remains unclear.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:

Other: I will make NPC sheets for the spirits when and if the story makes it seem necessary.

@Indy Cooper

Approved

[Alfhedil]

Decided to at the very least make my presence known once more, and post up my WiP.

Arisawa Sena - The Diminutive Yokai

Arisawa Sena
"Moral Support"

Speech Color: Undecided at the moment, but I'll likely use two forms during IC in order to differentiate between spoken languages.

Character Alignment: True Neutral

Sena is a free spirit, and not beholden to either side of the hero or villain spectrum, instead tending to look towards her companions and going off their interactions. This leaves her entirely flexible in terms of who she interacts with and lends her minimal talents to. She does tend to lean more towards benevolence as per her religious beliefs, but that does not mean that she would not ally with a villain who befriends her. In fact, it would mean that she would be more prone to helping them especially when as a neutral observer she sees a hero trying to take them down without understanding the pretext.

Character Personality:

Sena is very little if not honest, having a very particular set of ideals and morals that she holds to regardless of what may be thrown in her face and always keeping an optimistic attitude. That optimism is her defining attribute, an iron-bound will to see the bright side of everything and never let the circumstances tell her she can't do what she sets her mind to. With that confidence her morals of honesty, integrity, altruism and kindness have rarely wavered, even when she has found plenty reason to go against them. Her idealism is as much a flaw as it is her rock, her belief that everyone is good at heart and anyone can be redeemed no matter how far they have fallen may eventually be her downfall. Beyond that, she is an incredibly forward and outgoing individual, thinking nothing of striking up conversation with someone she has just met and offering friendship.

Appearance

Appearance:

Casting a youthful and bright image from first sight, Arisawa Sena is an open book when it comes to her dress and appearance, as well as her mannerisms. Foremost is her selection of kimonos, all of which feature bright and vibrant colors with flowering patterns all across the silk fabric. She is most likely to be found wearing one in particular that remains her favorite, especially in her current circumstances. Made by hand centuries ago by both herself and her mother, the silk fabric bears an ever shifting mural of flowering chrysanthemums towards the bottom of the dress, leading into a flurry of petals that form the night sky and full moon upon her back. The backing of the pattern is a regal purple that fades in hue from bottom to top and is trimmed in silvered filigree stitching a flowering vine pattern along the hem. Of course, since it is silk and weaved through long outdated methods, it is quite delicate and likely to serve very poorly as a defensive measure.

Age: 16
Hair: Waist-length jet-black hair.
Eyes: Distinctly golden in color, with flecks of silver and gold throughout the iris.
Height: 4'6"
Weight: *slap*

At first glance, she seems almost human, with her lithe body and alabaster skin seemingly free of any blemishes and almost pampered. It's only when one gets closer that the silvery sheen begins to be more noticeable, and the elfin ears more prominent.

History

Born to the main branch of the Arisawa clan during the Heian period, Sena enjoyed life as a noble for many years until the day everything changed for not only herself, but her entire clan. Her early life was relatively easy-going, a childhood full of blissful days with friends and family, nights of stories with her grandmother, and the many lessons from her mother on how to be a proper lady. These years were what shaped her the most, in that she never truly experienced the world beyond the walls of her family's holdings. Defensive training was a game to her, even with how serious her instructor was, but even as conflict became more and more common throughout the region, she never saw it for herself.

The few things she could grasp of the outside world and the people beyond it, were in the few paintings she saw and the visitors that came to pray at her family's shrine. Such times were always her favorites, as she loved taking the time to talk to those who had traveled often enough from across the island, just to pay homage to the deity. More often than not, she would find herself being picked up by her guardian Katsu, and brought back to the family quarters all the while smiling and waving at the confused visitors. Despite being lectured by her mother on the folly of her actions, the young girl never could understand the need for caution when it came to outsiders, as she had only her family and the surrounding village in terms of daily interaction. That was until her teen years, when she had come of age and the elders of the clan had chosen her to be the heir to the clan.

For her entire life up to that point, she had thought that the world ended beyond the horizon, and that everyone was like her and her family. A sheltered life had raised her into a naive woman, ignorant of the perils of the outside world, one that she was to be introduced to quite rapidly as the heir to the Arisawa clan. Before that however, Sena endured a year of rituals and spiritual guidance from the elders, most of which she has no memory of yet intrinsically changed her in ways she couldn't understand. Then at the eve of her sixteenth birthday, her mother Shizune told her of the Eternal Path, and the role she would play for their clan.

Powers and Abilities

Hero Type: Mystic

Power Level:

At this stage of her life she would most likely fall under the street level category, as she is far from capable in terms of combat, and her healing abilities are quite limited. Once the seals on her mind and body are broken however, the upper limits of her abilities are quite beyond that, and could be reaching into world levels. That all depends entirely on how she grows as a person in the interim, and how she attains those powers.

Origin of Powers:

Once just one of many, Sena is the last of a bloodline that lasted a thousand years before being wiped out by a rival clan in order to retain control over the imperial crown. Her family originated from a group of humans living within the forests at the foot of Mt. Yotei, many just simple farmers doing the best they could to work the land and feed their homes, but others devout worshippers of the spirits living atop the mountain. These spirits had long existed in the Hokkaido region, as well as throughout other lands, but that mountain in particular had been a nexus of sorts for them, a place to find their center and freely interact with the mortal realm. The Arisawa clan, as the people who had been living in the region for centuries already, were often those who interacted most with the Yokai.

While the Yokai themselves were a rather broad group of spirits, many rather ambivalent towards mankind if not hostile, those of Yotei in particular enjoyed the company of mortals, so much that it was not uncommon for intermingling. Eventually the practice became common enough that the largest clan among them chose to formalize a union between them and the Arisawa, so long as the humans and their descendants continued to safeguard the mountain. As time went on, the powers of the Yokai became more and more prevalent among their mortal progeny, leading to the clan becoming almost entirely composed of half-humans by the time of the rise of the first Emperor of Japan.

Knowing that other clans in the region were beginning to fear the increasing number of magically gifted individuals among them, Arisawa Sakuya made an appeal to the imperial family. In exchange for yearly tribute to the Emperor, in not only material goods but also spiritual advisors, the Arisawa were granted protected status within the lands under the premise of their supposed connection with the Kami Konohanasakuya-Hime. This accord allowed their clan to continue living in peace under Imperial rule until the mid-Heian period when they vanished without a trace, and nearly all records of their existence lost to the vagaries of time.

- Powers -

The Jade Mantle:
The most prominent of her powers is the one that is always present and active, the aura that surrounds her and subtly acts on the minds of those around her. Anyone subject to psionic, telepathic or other powers which factor in willpower find themselves inexplicably just a little more pleased with life and optimistic. Her aura literally radiates her own joy for life and suffuses those around her to lift their spirits and push back dark thoughts for as long as she remains in their presence. She is, however, completely unaware of this power, and unable to control it, as it is her subconscious mind tapping into metaphysical energies and exerting force on the world around her. The range of the power is 30 meters under normal circumstances, and effects linger for roughly 24 hours on normal human minds, though those with mental training may see either diminished impact or be completely unaffected altogether. More importantly, it is her attitude that directly affects the power. Should her mood shift, the emotions radiating from her may see a drastic shift in alignment, as well as the strength of the aura.

The Shroud of Dreams:
Perhaps her most powerful gift, is the one that has been passed down her family line from generation to generation to the first born daughter of the main branch. The origins of the Shroud were forgotten even during her time, but it had long been suggested that it was a way to ensure that there was always an heir of the family and a way to keep the bloodline alive. It is a two-part power that both draws passively on the mystical energies of the aether, and in very particular circumstances will directly activate pre-arranged channels for a sudden surge of energy. Passively, it keeps the holder in a state of slightly enhanced regeneration, allowing them to mend their body easier after injury, fight off disease and halt the aging process of cells. It was that latter ability that gave the matriarchs of her clan the moniker of "The Eternal Empress". Actively, the Shroud only comes into play during the most dire circumstances when her life is in immediate danger. When a killing blow is about to be struck, a series of channels within her mind open and allow a surge of aetherial energy to suffuse her body, creating an instantaneous barrier. This barrier however, is not intended to shield her body from the attacker, but rather from intense temporal forces. Before the blow can connect, she is hurled forward in time at significant force to emerge in a completely different era, and possibly even a completely different place. The Shroud is not without significant cost however, for the trauma of being suddenly ripped from normal space and time is great even with a barrier, and will always leave the holder severely exhausted both mentally and physically as well as bodily injured. Once recovered, she must also renew the channels to the aether that were burned out from the force of energy, this done over a short period of time through ritualized prayer to her yokai ancestors and her clan's patron Kami.

- Abilities -

Strength Level: Subpar
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Slightly above average
Fighting Skill: Minimal defensive training

Resources: Her endless optimism and winning personality.

Weaknesses:

Sena, for all of her abilities and charming personality, is not a fighter in the slightest. Even with self-defense training from her youth, she is simply no match one on one with anyone of decent skill, and the best she can do is delay them until an ally can arrive to assist her. Any kind of offensive skills she has are also locked behind mental barriers and physical seals, requiring unique circumstances to trigger them, and usually leaving her on the sidelines in any real engagement. Her near-uselessness in combat is not her only hindrance, for her personality while endearing to some, can be her most dire weakness. She's incredibly naive to the workings of the modern world, has an idealistic outlook on life and people in general, and all it would really take is for someone to buddy up to her and she would believe them in a heartbeat for their word. In fact, her only flaw worse than that is that she can't speak a word of English.

Sample Post

"What is he like, mother? Is he nice?"

The woman sighed heavily, glancing over at her younger daughter and wondering just how she would fare once in the world beyond.

"I'm sure he is, Sena." Her mother held the same expression she always had when talking about the outside world, the one that foretold a lecture over staying cautious and thinking every action through carefully. She wanted more than that though, indeed she yearned for it, to know of everything the world had to offer and venture out just like her uncle Katsu often did. All her life had been spent behind wood and paper walls, only rarely getting to speak to travelers. Granted, such occasions had almost always been interrupted by Katsu, but she didn't hold anything against him for it, since he often used such times to tell her stories of his latest journey.

Katsu wasn't here tonight however, it was just her and her mother Shizune walking along the deck of the main home in the moonlight. "My dearest daughter, you know the importance of this arrangement as I have striven to teach you as much as I could of the dangers beyond our walls. You are young and unlearned of the evils of mortal man." There was the lecture, just as she had expected. Too many times had she heard her mother talk about how dangerous the travelers were and the people beyond the horizon. She was just as human as they were, it shouldn't matter that their ears looked different, or that her eyes were the color they were. Yet to mother and Katsu, the round-eared people only thought of her clan as below them.

How strange it was that it was her own family that locked her away and kept the outside world hidden while claiming to be protecting her. After all, how could she truly be in danger from something that knew nothing about her. "Sena, please dear pay attention." The woman's fingers snapped in front of her face, bringing her to realize that she had let her mind wander a little too much in that instance. "When Katsu comes back in the morning, you will need to be ready to leave with him. I thought you were eager to see the world beyond our walls? Have you had second thoughts on this arrangement?"

"I am eager, mother, and I already have everything packed into baskets as you instructed. It's just… I didn't really expect this to be the way I would see the lands beyond home." Sena went quiet for a moment, looking up at the moon and to the countryside beyond. "Can't you tell me anything about Lord Ira? I know how important this is for our clan, that the Fujiwara don't like us for some reason and this will work towards bringing us closer together, but what if he doesn't like me?"

It was clearly not the question her mother was expecting, but it was one that was weighing on her quite a bit even though she doubted much about the supposed ways of the outsiders. She knew nothing about Fujiwara Ira, except that in less than a month they were to be married in order to establish ties between the clans. Such an action that she had agreed upon, though with some insistence from her grandmother. There was a very real fear that she would travel all the way to Kyoto only to find that he desired a more learned woman, or one who was taller. Katsu was partially responsible for that latter fear, as he had often lightly mocked her for her stature and spoken of the geisha with their shapely forms. He wasn't here though, so her mother couldn't quite berate him for more irresponsible stories.

"Darling, you are a woman and have been shown how to behave properly as one. All of your lessons over the years have been towards ensuring that one day you would be able to act as matriarch of the clan one day, but also as the ideal wife to the man who would find your side. Do not fret over such things without-"

Shizune's words faltered as a commotion arose on the outskirts of the village and small lights flickered on the horizon. "Mother, what are those lights?" Her question was quickly answered by the unexpected entrance of her guardian Katsu, looking much like he had run all the way from Kyoto in one night. "Both of you, to the shrine. Now." The tone he used shocked them both, and just then both women noticed that his sword was drawn and already bloodied. Danger had come to them, and the fires in the night no longer seemed as distant as they were.

I'll work some more on it over the week and as I do some more research on things, but do keep in mind my writing speed is glacial :<

[Dedonus]

Just want to drop this in here as an FYI. ;)

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Create a Hero RPG Application (NPC Character)

Screen Name: Dedonus

Original Creator: Johnny Blaze

Character you have created: Kensei
Alias: Demon's Bane (alias); Hunter of the Gods (alias); The Celestial Samurai (alias); Izanagi's Chosen (alias); The Swordsman (alias); Miyamoto Musashi (true name)

Speech Color: Teal, Bold

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: His true name is known only to a select few, and his existence is debatable as most believe he is merely a legend in the same vein as Beowulf or King Arthur.

Character Personality: Kensei is a honorable warrior who puts the lives of others ahead of his own. He is a stoic figure, rarely opening up to people, save his only friends (described later in supporting characters). Kensei tends to be blunt and to the point, which can rub people the wrong way at times. Due to his training he is a respectful man, but it is difficult to gain his trust. Once gained however, you will find Kensei to be a generous, good hearted soul with, surprisingly, a decent sense of humor though he rarely lets it show.

Uniform/costume: Standard Samurai Armor

Hider

Origin Info/Details: He is the ancient Japanese swordsman Miyamoto Musashi, and his life story is the same as that of his real world self. However, he did not die as he appeared...at least not as we perceive it.
His spirit traveled to Takama-ga-hara, The High Plain of Heaven, and was met by the god, Izanagi. The Sky-Father of the Japanese pantheon was here to honor the swordsman for his deeds on the mortal plane. Though he did not die in battle, Musashi was still an honored warrior and was spared a life of eternal rot in the Yomi (the Underworld). Izanagi was going to grant Miyamoto Musashi a great honor, one never before bestowed upon a mortal.

Izanagi granted him the title of Kensei, sword saint, for his prowess in battle, and offered for Musashi to become his agent on Earth. Musashi could not say no to a god such as the Primordial Sky, and agreed to the offer. Izanagi smiled and placed his hand on Musashi's spirit form, imbuing him with the power to carry out his mission. Musashi would become Izanagi's hand on the mortal plane. He would be the Hunter of the Gods, seeking out the evils of the world and sending them back to Yomi.

Musashi's spirit was taken by Izanagi and rushed back to the material plane where it entered the young body of a recently slain samurai on a now quiet field of battle as an enemy was about to take it's head. Musashi sudden awakening upon returning to the mortal coil, caused the trophy-seeking samurai to waver and flee in terror of what he believed was a demon. Musashi payed him no heed, instead the warrior took in his surroundings and found a sword laying before him on a cloth of silk. The sword was of amazing quality and bore no signs of wear or battle damage. The weapon seemed to glow with a faint white aura as a single ray of bright sunlight beamed down upon it.

Musashi heard a voice in his head, the voice of the sun goddess, Amaterasu. She bade him to take the sword as a gift from her and the gods. The sword was the legendary Kusanagi (Grasscutter Sword), and would be a great asset to Musashi in his quest. Musashi graciously accepted the weapon and placed it in his belt. When he returned his gaze to where the sword was, he saw that the silk and sunlight were gone. The warrior did not dwell on this, in fact he did not have time to. The samurai who ran off had returned with a small band of his allies to "slay the demon". Musashi did not wish to harm them, and quickly ran away at speeds no mortal man could hope to match.

Musashi's travels took him to Echizen Province where he was taken in by a single father and his two daughters. When asked his name, Musashi thought on it and replied "Kensei", the title given to him by Izanagi. Over dinner, Kensei learned that the village he had taken refuge in was being terrorized by giant lizard-like creatures. The monsters would come in the middle of the night when the moon was high and terrorize the villagers. As they rampaged throughout the village, they would destroy crops, tear down buildings, and viciously kill any who got in their way. They were cold, remorseless creatures who came down from the mountain caves. Kensei listened to the man's tale and agreed to aid the peaceful village in it's plight. The man was grateful, but scoffed at Kensei's claim, wondering what good one warrior will be against the monsters.

Night soon came, and Musashi quickly found out the man's story had been true. A dozen lizard-men stormed into the town leaving death and destruction in their wake, but they soon found themselves face to face with Kensei. The battle was bloody, but quick. When the dust settled only Kensei still stood, peices of the lizard creatures strewn around him. He had slaughtered them all.

The man and his family along with the rest of the village slowly made their way to the site of the slaughter. Looking upon Musashi's handiwork, the villagers were both jubilant and horrified. Despite what he had done for them, none would approach Kensei out of fear. For no man could do what he had done. Finally though, the man who had took him in moved to stand before Kensei and thanked him, calling him a gift from the gods. Kensei cut him off though. It wasn't over. It wouldn't be over until he hunted down the rest of the beasts and sent their dark spirits to Yomi.

Kensei tracked the creature's path through the forest. Somehow he could sense where these things dwelled. It was as though he could feel the evil aura these creatures emitted. Soon Kensei came to a small cave, the presence of evil simply pouring from it assaulting his senses. Kensei entered, and a great battle ensued. One by one, the Hunter of the Gods stalked his prey and slew them. Soon he confronted the leader of the creatures, a great serpent demon. The demon attacked Kensei, mortally wounding him. But, to the serpent's amazement, Kensei's wounds soon healed and the samurai soon attacked once more. The battle was brutal, but Kensei finally claimed victory when he lopped off the demon's head in one, clean stroke.

Kensei returned to the village and informed them that they did not have to fear the night any longer. That night they presented him a small feast in his honor, but Kensei quietly departed when no eyes were upon him.

Kensei traveled the land of Japan, slaying all manor of Oni and monsters, and saved hundreds of lives. Musashi slaughtered the Nue that tried to take the health from the Emperor, he defeated the Ama-no-jaku after it had killed and impersonated the melon-princess, and slew the Bake-kujira which haunted the coast of the Shimane Prefecture. There was no evil too great or too minor that escaped his divine wrath. As Japan grew older and became more modern though, the hero Kensei quickly fell into obscurity and his adventures into legend. He now makes his home in Yokohama where his gathered wealth has bought for him a large property on the city's outskirts. He lives on this property in a modernized version of a large pagoda in seclusion save for visits from his only friends and allies, Hideyoshi Kenshin and Ami Kenshin, whom watches over the property when Kensei is away.

But, despite this his quest did not end.

Musashi continues his work for the god Izanagi, slaying the creatures and followers of darkness wherever he may find them. He has survived through the centuries, a ghost in the modern machine. He does not exist, and it is debatable whether he ever did. His mission is never-ending, but his methods have taken a more secretive approach due to the technology of this new age. It does not bother him though. Kensei does not seek glory or fame. All this legendary samurai wishes is to perform his task for his master and to save the innocent lives at peril.

And as long as there is evil in the world, Kensei will live on to eradicate it from existence.

Power Level: World Level

Powers: Granted powers by the Sky-Father of the Japanese pantheon, Izanagi, to become his chosen champion of the Earth: super-human physical abilities; ability to sense evil around him (30 ft radius) as well as follow the trails of evil beings (provided the trail is still fresh as after an hour it will grow cold and dissipate); a healing factor (think wolverine); wields the Kusanagi (bronze-age style sword, double-edged straight blade blessed with divine power: can cut through anything, even magical enchantments (think Marvel's Ebony Blade); bonded to Kensei's spirit allowing the samurai the ability to summon the sword to his hand as long as they are both on the same plane of existence; enables Kensei to command the winds when in his possession from a simple breeze to a hurricane-force gale)

Attributes
Strength Level: Class 20

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 30 Mph (but bursts of up to 50 Mph are possible over short distances, but Kensei is unable to keep this speed for long)

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 hours (Kensei was given super-human stamina by Izanagi to perform his task of killing otherworldly creatures)

Agility: 5X peak human

Intelligence: Average (sciences & technology); genius (supernatural myths and legends, demonology, battle tactics, leadership, and the arts of war)

Fighting Skill: Mastered (Kensei is arguably the greatest swordsman that has ever lived, and is a master in many forms of armed and unarmed combat)

Resources: Large (over the centuries Kensei has acquired enough wealth and connections to allow him to further his mission without worry along with a handful of minor mystical artifacts he has liberated throughout the centuries*)

Weaknesses: None really, but, despite being blessed with divine might, Kensei is still a human at his core. He must eat, sleep, breath the air...everything a normal man must do. Thus he is susceptible to attacks that effect his breath (suffocating, gases, etc), as well as being able to be knocked unconscious as a human would (it'd just take a lot more force to do it). He can be killed, though it is uncertain what will happen to him if his death truly does occurs...

Supporting Characters: Kensei grew tired of seeing those die around him a long time ago, so he has tried to distance himself from people to spare the pain of loss. Despite this act, Kensei has had an ally in his battle against the forces of evil in the form of a family of monks devoted to the gods of old. Through the centuries, Kensei has allied himself with the children of each generation once they come of age.

Currently, his main allies are a man in his late 20's called Hideyoshi Kenshin, and his sister, Ami Kenshin. Hideyoshi is a fully trained martial artist being taught the ways of his family's duties and history by their father, Ryo. Hideyoshi is a care-free individual in appearance, possessing a strong sense of optimism and humor. Hideyoshi is always trying to look on the bright side of things to brighten his friend's day and get him to loosen up. When the time calls for it though, Hideyoshi can become one of the most serious people you will ever meet. Like Kensei, Hideyoshi puts the lives of others above himself and will do anything to keep his sister from harm.

Ami Kenshin, while still taught the family discipline, took a different path. Instead of focusing on hand-to-hand combat, at a young age it became apparent that Ami was adept in the ways of magic. So she was given proper guidence and training in The Art, and soon became a skilled sorceress. Though not as powerful as some of the other mystics of the planet, Ami Kenshin was able to conjure many wards and enchantments to keep Kensei's place and the artifacts housed inside protected. Ami is a beautiful young women in her mid-20's with rare jade-colored eyes. When she first met Kensei she immediately felt an attraction to the noble warrior. At first Ami dismissed it as the fantasies of a young girl, but those feelings soon grew into something more. However, Ami is reluctant to tell Kensei how she feels for him, though Kensei knows. He has the same feeling towards her, but is afraid to get close to someone in a relationship. Ami is a caring person, and, like Kensei and Hideyoshi, puts the well-being of others over herself. She is a shy person, but tries to keep that from getting in the way of her duties.

[nitemare shape]

So as some of you may know, I'm having a bit of computer trouble and might be a bit sporadic for the next week or so.

[LeeRoy]

Grey Nasty

Character you have created: What does a name matter to one who wishes to not speak with you?
Alias: I suppose I shall call myself The Grey Nasty, or some likening.
Speech Color: Calm: Lavender Furious: Steelblue
Character Alignment: Objectively and Subjectively Evil
Identity: Unknown, though largely due to no longer existing in his own world.
Character Personality: There's something terribly off about a person who'll pat you on the back one moment and then stab you in the throat the next. It's the bizarre nature of how quickly the Grey Nasty can go from calm to rabid makes him unsettling and uncomfortable to be around. It's almost as though he radiates an unpleasant aura, anyone can feel it simply by being around him.
Uniform/costume: A ratty old pinstripe suit with remarkable preservation, despite being in the ground long enough for a corpse to rot entirely to skeletal remains. Oh, I neglected to mention that he is a skeleton. Queerly enough, he's carrying around a small silver blue crystal that's just large enough to fit into the palm of his hand. He's about six feet even, would be a bit taller with flesh. His shoulders are pretty broad and his hips are narrow. There are five teeth on the top and bottom of the right half of his mouth missing, this is where he rests a cigar.
Origin Info/Details:
Once there was a man who died.

But he's still alive?

He got better.

Izzat it?

Of course not.

Long ago when America was golden, a man of unknown age was murdered, and his grave was left unmarked. This would have simply been the end of his story, had the universe not shuddered as a result of some magical upheaval of recent years.

Across time and space was yanked the recently destroyed soul of a malignant foreign entity, a mind and spirit so malicious that it fought against its own death. Raging in the aether of nonexistance, preventing itself from passing into the next life.

That is, until the next life metaphorically grabbed hold of this entity and pulled it to our wonderful little speck suspended in a beam of light. From a the afformentioned grave a skeletal hand erupted from the Earth, clutching tightly to a sliver of brilliant silver blue crystal.

The ratty suit adorning the corpse was in remarkable repair, though there were obvious tears and patches to be sewed back on. When the skeleton freed itself from the wet soil of Louisiana it had found its home was impossibly far away. He took stock of his build, height and clothing. The loose fitting clothes would need to be repaired immediately, his body was suitable in size.

Villain Type: Mystic/Supernatural

Power Level: City Level

Powers:
Bound Crystal Reconstitution: That sliver of blue grey rock isn't just for decoration, it's an invaluable asset to the existence of our disturbing skeletal friend. When his physical body is destroyed beyond repair, a new skeletal form is generated from the crystal after a short period of time. This grants the Grey Nasty a relatively unassailable form of immortality.

Enhanced Visual and Auditory Perception: As his sense of smell and taste have long since been lost to him, and his sense of touch is dulled down to virtually nothing, his primary senses of sight and sound have become acute to a degree far surpassing any living animal. Night appears as day, sounds can be picked out from up to a mile away, and he's got a natural resistance to flashes of light and loud noises. As there are no organs to be damaged by the exposure or vibration.

Magic Sense: As a powerful magical entity, he can sense magic no matter where he is. Simple as that. The various magical, otherworldly, or other 'powers' that be are almost visible to him. And he can trace them back to their source from any point.

Magic Absorption: Not in the conventional definition, Grey Nasty has the inherent ability to learn magic passively. Learning how the universe works simply by existing in it. This latent power is the natural talent of the nameless thing, as it has allowed it to grasp even the most foreign concepts of magic. In this land of might and heroism, the Grey Nasty feels a haunting presence through his inate magic sense and absorption. Something morbid that calls out to him, a terrible thing that reaches out to him and wishes to imbibe itself upon him. One day he will contact this entity and his growth will be complete.

Artifact Creation: Before we list off the lesser magics of the Grey Nasty, we must speak of his greatest trait. The ability to concentrate magical concepts into artifacts and grant them incredibly powerful magical properties, anything is possible given the proper resources. Some magical effects are obvious, charcoal can be used to infuse a blade with fire. Others are not so much. Material from meteors is required for levitation, as well as related concepts.

Evil Aura: The Grey Nasty is constantly followed by the pervasive and malignant feeling of dread. This feeling goes so far as making normal people soil themselves in terror, simply by entering in the proximity of it. Technology has a habit of malfunctioning to a minor degree, displaying unsavory images and glowering demonic figures. Screeching sounds and the crying of distant beings, menaced by an unseen horror. The aura makes his foes and allies alike uncomfortable and averse to being in his presence. The range of it is about 15 feet away from his person and phylactery.

Bog Magic: The Grey Nasty's primordial mysticism is inherently linked with the natural decay of all things, as well as digestion and similar bodily functions. While the bog may be alive, it is death that truly makes the bog what it is. Each power is related to the bog, and can be combined with equipment for particularly nasty effects. (All effects directed outwards do not directly contact the body of the Grey Nasty, and are instead invoked between the hands.)

Swamp Gas: Horribly putrid, flammable to the point of near explosive reaction, and sticky enough to take five washes in the machine to get out of your clothes. Swamp gas is a reactive and disgusting gas that can be exhaled by the Grey Nasty. Put it in a bottle and light it up, you've got a nice makeshift smoke grenade with the added bonus of exploding.
When combined with Moonlight and his Passive Aura, it can cause hallucinatory effects.

Moonlight: The Swamp never feels swampy unless it is in the silver gleam of night, with the full moon hanging high over the water. As a mass scale zone control, the Grey Nasty can make it appear to be midnight. At least within a few hundred feet of himself. The sun is concealed and becomes the full moon, and the blue of the daylight sky makes way to the majesty of stars. This makes it more difficult to see, as well as gives him the advantage of combined mysticism. There's no other effects on its own, this is simply a shroud of darkness for the Grey Nasty.

Bog Water: Stinking and thick, the water of the bog is lined with watergrasses and parasites galore. When the Grey Nasty pours water from his hands he is not simply generating water in an area around him, he is manifesting a swamp where he stands. This includes the sticky silt, the thick mud and the grasses that grab hold of your skin and clothing. Small parasites could cause disease, biting fish and insects cause distress, and the water alone can make movement into a slog. Despite being water, it does not behave as water being poured would, it fills an unseen container that expands to match the fluid. Rather than the fluid matching the size of the container. This means that the bog has a set height of two feet, or sixty centimeters. The width is variable, depending on how much is exuded.
When combined with Swamp Gas, the Bog Water becomes a deathtrap. Pick your poison, hide in the filthy water or burn in the explosion.

Sapping Sap: Tree sap is prevalent in the incredibly hydrated trees of the swamp, they ooze it quite readily. His connection to swamp magic allows him to summon tree sap in incredibly voluminous quantities. It sprays out like water when a fire hydrant is burst, but sap is far more dense than water. For it to spray out at that speed, it carries enough force to send a man sprawling a few dozen feet. Unfortunately for those unlucky enough to be struck by this, the plasticity and adhesive nature of the sap makes it so they take the full brunt where they stand. As it tends to adhere people to the ground as it hits them.

Heavy Rain: Prone to heavy rains, the swamp is constantly weather beaten by the rain. As one intrinsically connected with the magic that makes wetlands wet, he is able to manifest storms overhead. Powerful thundering storms, where the wind blows trees to their farthest sway. The rain falls like mighty blows upon the earth, each rain drop as powerful as a man's punch.
When combined with Moonlight, Swamp Gas, and his passive aura; this becomes the effect known as the Witching Hour. Nightmares come alive, as the rain pummels you. Your worst fears become visible horrors that menace you from beyond the light. The sky is blackened, save for a beam of light that envelops the victim. It follows them, as though a colossal eye were upon them. The Rain spirals around this and bellows inwards, dashing them from all sides.

Necromancy: The Nameless Undead Overlord here is capable of necromantic magics. The obvious utilization of such is the ability to raise corpses from the dead, and enthrall them to his will. However, he does so by creating a totem or icon representing that individual who is raised from the dead. This animates them for an indefinite period of time and allows him near total control over their thoughts and motions.

Attributes:

Height: 6'
Weight: 52 lbs
Strength Level: 2x Peak Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 2x Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Virtually Infinite
Agility: 2x Human
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources:
As it stands, all he has is his Phylactery and a headstone. Why the headstone? Well, being unarmed is an unsafe practice. Some cigars in his pocket and a Zippo lighter that surprisingly still works.
Weaknesses: Wax. If he or his Phylactery are enveloped in wax, he is weakened or depowered entirely. Though only a specific wax entirely depowers him, parafin wax. Its oil based make up and waxy base somehow prevents him from channeling or casting magic.
Supporting Characters: None, yet.
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