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"There are going to be some... changes... on me ship. We be needin' a few things ter be diff'rent. Firstly, we be needin' some establishment on th' mainland. Secondly, we be needin' some" ~I search the captain's memory~ "Gorenston*. A lot of gorenston. And I be needin' me some new magic to play with."
"Cap'n? Why we be need'n these things fer a crew o' pirates?"
~Jerkins, is it? Yes, the one who is my first mate for the time being.~ "I been visited by a spir't las night. It tol' me that things are ter be gettin' rough on the seas, and that we be needin' to set ground fer a while till it all blows ov'r. And besides, thar be fun ter be had on land as well as sea, aye?"
"Aye."
~Good. The crew is on my side in this matter. They are obedient, and will do well for the effort.~ "And Renid? Can ye come ter my cab'n later terday? I got somethin' fer ye ter do fer me."
"Cap'n? Ye said ye had summat fer me ter do?"
~I'll have to work on their linguistics. No matter.~ "Yes, come in. I got a task fer yeh." ~Ugh. I hate the way these creatures speak.~
Renid enters my cabin, closing the door behind him. I cast a spell, sealing off the room so that no sound escapes, and beginning work, twisting the young pirate's flesh and mind with my new magic.

BBeast said
That is some nightmare stuff right there. Good going.


I can't wait for you to see what I have planned. It'll be fun... for me.
~Hello, Captain Vane.~
"Hello? ... Who are you? WHAT are you?"
~My name is Jocumors. I have escaped the Apocalypse, and I came here. Now I need an Avatar. I need you, Captain.~
The voice seemed to echo from all around me. I had many questions. What was the Apocalypse? What is an Avatar? Why does this Jokemore... thing... need one? I decided to start simple. "Where are you?"
~I have no physical form. That's why I need you. You have no regard for the wishes of others, you wish only to further your own goals. I admire that. I need that. I need you.~
"No." The words surprise even me. Who was I to resist this... god? Demigod? Entity of whatever sort? In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I...
~What do you mean, no? Who are you to resist me? I am JOCUMORS.~
Those words sent searing pain through my head. "Make it stop! Fine. I'll be your... Avatar, or whatever."
~Good. I'm glad we could come to an agreement.~
I felt a sharp stab between my shoulderblades, and then...

I opened my new eyes, flexed my new fingers. Perhaps this world will be better than the last. Either way, it'll be fun to play with. "Thank you, Captain," I whisper. Now to find out what the crew expects from their new captain. I stand up, quelling the nausea that comes with the new body. I test the capabilities of the captain, firing a round into the wood of the cabin and spinning the revolver before replacing it in its holster. Then... That's interesting. This body... I gesture, spitting a few words from before the end of the world. A bright burst of colour springs from my fingertips. Magic. This body will serve me well. "Thank you, Captain." I step onto the deck, looking out at my new ship, a Schooner. I cast my newfound magic around, looking for... anything. The range of my abilities here is limited, but I gain a few important bits of knowledge. The ship's name, Ilmyr, the names of the 18 crew members. They will do well to build my Heart. "Thank you, Captain." ... "Thank you, me." A twisted smile spreads across my new face.

~Hello, Captain Vane.~
"Hello? ... Who are you? WHAT are you?"
~My name is Jocumors. I have escaped the Apocalypse, and I came here. Now I need an Avatar. I need you, Captain.~
The voice seemed to echo from all around me. I had many questions. What was the Apocalypse? What is an Avatar? Why does this Jokemore... thing... need one? I decided to start simple. "Where are you?"
~I have no physical form. That's why I need you. You have no regard for the wishes of others, you wish only to further your own goals. I admire that. I need that. I need you.~
"No." The words surprise even me. Who was I to resist this... god? Demigod? Entity of whatever sort? In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I...
~What do you mean, no? Who are you to resist me? I am JOCUMORS.~
Those words sent searing pain through my head. "Make it stop! Fine. I'll be your... Avatar, or whatever."
~Good. I'm glad we could come to an agreement.~
I felt a sharp stab between my shoulderblades, and then...

I opened my new eyes, flexed my new fingers. Perhaps this world will be better than the last. Either way, it'll be fun to play with. "Thank you, Captain," I whisper. Now to find out what the crew expects from their new captain. I stand up, quelling the nausea that comes with the new body. I test the capabilities of the captain, firing a round into the wood of the cabin and spinning the revolver before replacing it in its holster. Then... That's interesting. This body... I gesture, spitting a few words from before the end of the world. A bright burst of colour springs from my fingertips. Magic. This body will serve me well. "Thank you, Captain." I step onto the deck, looking out at my new ship, a Schooner. I cast my newfound magic around, looking for... anything. The range of my abilities here is limited, but I gain a few important bits of knowledge. The ship's name, Ilmyr, the names of the 18 crew members. They will do well to build my Heart. "Thank you, Captain." ... "Thank you, me." A twisted smile spreads across my new face.
I could probably make a banner in PS. I'll do a few prospectives and post them here.

EDIT: Album

Also, let me know if you want one for your theme and I'll see what I can do.
Approaching Nirvana, Jason Probst, and Pegboard Nerds. Electronica/Dubstep is great.
DR_TRAPEZOID said
Wait... He's in a coma?


Nope. Fixed. Was just an attempt at explanation, got a better one.
Name: James Rayne

Age: 31

Occupation: Programmer

Appearance:

Personality: Very passionate about his work, cats, and nothing else. Sometimes gets reality and technology confused.

Skills: Programming in Basic, C#, C++, Java, Javascript, HTML3, HTML4, and HTML5; Video Games (RTS, FPS, Strategy, Puzzle, Minecraft(!!!!) and Candy Crush)

Brief Bio: James has no life, no friends, no family. He works upwards of 80hrs/week on bizarre projects that never go anywhere in the hopes of becoming the next Notch (Markus Persson) and making millions of dollars. He spends most of his time outside of work playin' the vidya, eating cucumbers with salt, pepper, and vinegar as well as popcorn and cold cut sandwiches, and petting his cats Tiberius and Susan. He is currently working on a brilliant murder-based game in which you are tasked with killing other players while restricted by a time limit... (This is where the second sentence of personality comes into play.) One night, he was glanced by a passing car while bicycling home and fell into a dream in which he was placed into his own video game.


Inventory: (Just normal objects that people will have with them. You will find more conventional weapons on the train.)
1x Samsung Galaxy S4
1x KFHD8.9" (Android 4.3.1 hack)
1x Lenovo Thinkpad E531
$200 cash
x1 Mastercard (bal: $5302.96)
x1 Bag of Catnip
x1 House Keys
x1 Bicycle Chain Keys
x1 Backpack (contains all but cash/card, phone, and keys)
x1 Wallet (contains cash, card, keys)
x1 Envelope with: a ticket for the Royal Canadian Pacific train, a photo, and $10,000 in down payment
x1 Pants
x1 Flannel Shirt
x1 Undershirt
x1 Undergarments
x2 Socks
x2 Shoes
x1 Glasses
x1 Scarf
Any room in RP?
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