A Lowly Wretch

Emerald Odyssey — An MMO Isekai RP (Now Accepting!)

Here's my CS. Image is still in the works but everything else is drafted up.

Magnificus The Ingenious

• Name: Guy Parison.
• Character Name: Magnificus the Ingenious.
• Race: Elf.
• Appearance: (Image Under Construction)
  
  This character is what some might call the spitting image of an egocentric techno-wizard. He's got a thin black mustache, one of the scarce few facial hair options for the normally beardless elves, and crazy jet black hair that's only barely restrained by his majestically wide and pointy wizard's hat. His face otherwise is quite slim with a rather pointy nose and sharp black eyes (Just the irides mind you. He couldn't get away with making the whole eyes black). Physically this guy's got the physical mass of a desiccated monkey skeleton. He wears big swishy robes for a very good reason as had jacked the thickness sliders all the way down. One might say he looks almost like a character of what a character looks like, all his features pushed towards the extreme end of what the character creator would allow. It put up a fair fight, preventing this character from looking truly ridiculous.
  
  As for gear this guy's got "Magitech Wizard" written all over him. Pointy wizard's hat with magitechnological doodads and glowing lights? Check. Elaborate magical robes with a glowing techno-belt? Check? Large humming arcane battery strapped to his back? Double check. With this guy what you see is what you get. No subtlety whatsoever.
• Age: 28.
• Personality:
  
  This guy's not just a clown, he's the entire circus.
  
  A bit of an aimless soul, Guy's mostly been just sort of drifting through life, never really finding his calling in life. That is to say except for his one true love: gaming. He's a gamer in the true sense of the word, dedicated more than just a few hours daily playing whatever's caught his fancy. He enjoys games that experiment and expand upon existing formula's, often playing more indie titles over the triple A's. His foray into Emerald Odyssey is rather unusual for him as it is a fairly high budget game but it certainly did enough to set itself apart from the rest. He also just wanted something he could work on as a pet project in-between runs on his favorite rogue-likes.
  
  Personally he's torn between something of a recluse and a semi-bombastic weirdo. He knows that most people generally don't "Get" him so he rarely opens up. Online, acting through an avatar he's able to let his weird fly freely since he doesn't have to worry about silly stuff like "social mores" and other people not getting his strange internet in-jokes.
  
  In truth he is quite passionate towards the things he cares about. The world shuns his ilk, what with little post-graduation education and minimal work references, so he finds safety in receding into the things he enjoys. When he's able to find something that engages him he's endlessly perseverant, dedicating time and a fair amount of creativity towards it. More often than not though he ends up walling himself behind a shell of humour and self-deprecation. No problem is ever serious, even when it really should be. This issue affects him both in the short term and the long term.
• History:
  
  Guy was never the popular guy. He was strange, and strange never prospered. In school he found himself quite isolated, trapped in a shell of being "The Funny Guy". At least when the others weren't laughing at him they were laughing with him.
  
  Gaming was his main solace. Homelife was rarely pleasant. His parents were constantly tearing their hair out over financial burdens, at least whenever they were home. With a pc and a stable internet connection however the computer was his family, his teacher, his friend. He was a child of the net and as such his culture was very strongly rooted in it. Meme's, trends, new sites and more filled his mind, washing away the day to day misery.
  
  When he finally graduated highschool his family insisted he study law to become a lawyer. He did, quickly washing out shortly after he started. Turns out something that was as boring as watching paint dry at a quarter speed playback was not the spark to inspire his drive. In the end he ended up continuing to live with his parents, much to their chagrin.
  
  Thus, he spent his days "Job Hunting". He did put his resume out there but his efforts towards securing a job were minimal. After all, if he did score a job then he'd lose many precious gaming hours. There was this new game too, a fancy new title called Emerald Odyssey. As a gamer he rose up to the challenge and the challenge was fun. Sure, maybe his build was not optimal in the overall meta but his motto was "Meta be damned!". He was never going to sacrifice style just to be more competitive in the raiding scene, pvp scene or any other scene for that matter. There was no good in succeeding if succeeding meant giving up his identity in the process, or so he believed.
  
  Now they released a brand new expansion. With new content came new opportunities to show the world just what a crazy person could accomplish with enough elbow grease and an unfaltering faith in his fashion.
• Class(es):
  
  |Combat|
  Technomancer: Or as Guy calls it: Engineer Gaming. This class deals with the blending of spells and magitech tools/weapons in combat. It's three main specializations involve turret deployment and maintenance, barrier generator manipulation and direct fire via either a magitech pistol or the two-handed option: An arcannon.
  
  Magnificus has turrets as his specialization and as such his spells and tools largely synergize with his turrets. The class is confined to a summon limit of two basic turrets, one spherical barrier generator and a single mine setter drone. Each of the technomancer's tool's effectiveness scale with the technomancer's primary stat as well as their level but each specialization includes numerous features both passive and active that provide significant improvements over their respective sub-segment of tools. The direct fire specialization includes a wide variety of grenade additions as well as various firing modes and buffs for their chosen weapon. Out of the three specializations direct fire is the obvious go-to for damage dealing in a party. The barrier generator specialization allows the technomancer's barrier generator to project a barrier over a larger area as well as provide buffs and passive regeneration boosts to both health and mana for those inside it's range. It even offers a percentage of damage reflection against enemies attacking it when the technomancer's at a high enough level.
  
  The main benefit of the turret specialization is that it allows the turrets to possess all the same buffs the technomancer has on themself. The specialization itself doesn't up the damage of the turrets above what the other specializations offer, only providing greater health pools for the turrets along with a reduced cooldown for deployments/re-deployments. The ability to passively share the benefits of all applicable buffs on the caster to their turrets more than make up for it's standard levels of damage. Even ablative hit-points and shields are duplicated onto the turrets when applied to the technomancer. The only thing not shared to the turrets is healing as turrets do not benefit from standard healing. Instead, they need to be repaired using the technomancer's repair ability which allows the caster to point a beam of mending energy from their wrist-mounted magitech multitool. The turret specialization also offers a variety of mine types that the technomancer can deploy from the mine setter drone such as spider mines, cluster mines and more.
  
  Card Caster: A support/healing class that uses tarot cards in combat, requiring the caster to draw and play cards from their hand to trigger their spell effects. The most powerful cards are the major arcana cards which carry unique effects tailored to the meaning of each card. Every major arcana card can also be played in a reverse position, creating an alternate effect which is typically opposite to it's original effect. Being both uniquely powerful in their own right and flexible in their uses they carry a high mana cost which makes them harder to play.
  
  Then there are the minor arcana cards which belong to four categories: Wands, Cups, Swords and Pentacles.
  
  Wands - Wand cards provide a boost to attack & armor values for the targeted ally.
  
  Cups - Cup cards provide healing to the targeted ally.
  
  Swords - Sword cards launch a magical attack against the targeted foe.
  
  Pentacles - Pentacle cards apply an ablative shield to the targeted ally.
  
  In addition there are royalty cards within each category which provide additional benefits based on their position in the hierarchy. The benefits for each position in the hierarchy are tailored to their respective category. Both the mana costs and the power of the minor arcana cards are proportional to their position within the category. Royal cards are the most powerful of the minor arcana but also carry the highest mana requirements, falling just below major arcana in cost. Ace cards cost nearly no mana but also have the weakest effects in their respective categories.
  
  Geomancer: A caster class which draws on the power of the earth, providing a number of uses based on it's caster's specialization within the field. Aggressively this class can not only pull rock from the ground to pummel foes but can also alter the ground in order to make approaching the caster more difficult. Defensively this class can create pillars and walls to block an enemy's progress, putting obstacle after obstacle in the way to protect ranged party members as well as separate enemy mobs, keeping them scattered so the party can focus down more problematic enemies in peace. For support this class can pull energy from the earth, creating enchanted regions which buff and replenish those who stand within them.
  
  Magnificus hadn't delved terribly far into geomancy quite yet. It was on his "To do" list.
  
  |Non-Combat|
  
  Miner: This class allows one to harvest ore and other valuable minerals from the earth and refine them for trade and/or use in crafting by other classes. Those with this class are offered insight into the properties and values of various minerals and other rock formations.
  
  Tinkerer: A class who focuses on designing, constructing, modifying and repairing a multitude of magitech devices for various purposes. While a number of the devices available to this class may be usable in combat this class has no skills or features for use in active combat.
• Other: Magnificus's biggest weakness is his class's relative lack of mobility. While not entirely devoid of movement options close to all of his synergy is tied to sticking in one spot and dishing out damage whilst building up his defenses. This is partly the cause of his poor performance in raids due to the issue wherein he'd need to move in order not to get pulped by one of the boss's area-of-effect mega damage attacks.

Now that he's here it's time to see what needs adjustment.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

@Rune_Alchemist I have taken into consideration your recommendations and made a number of adjustments to the CS.

Od

Name: Od.

Age: 19.

Gender: Female.

Appearance: Beneath the armor she's got the form of a warrior, albeit one that's seen very little sun. She's got a tall, almost statuesque body with fairly pale skin. Her face isn't particularly remarkable but she's got a very thoughtful, serious look as her resting expression. Her hair is crudely cut to a semi-short length. It's still something of a disheveled mess of wavy pale green hair hair but it only comes partway down to her neck with the bangs purposefully shortened to not cover her eyes.

Abilities:

She is not aware of the true origin of her abilities but in being used by the formorians she was quick to learn this about herself: Her blood is filled with the essence of life itself, revitalizing all that it touches. Naturally this grants her swift healing, wounds sealing shut in mere minutes. Were she to be torn to pieces only the largest remaining chunk of her would begin to grow as the soul is indivisible, missing pieces only growing back once they rejoin the formal whole. In addition the blood also provides a strong immune system, rendering her staunchly resistant to most diseases and able to bounce back from the deadliest poisons. Additionally her blood rids her of all but the most immediate of fatigue. While she might tire after exerting herself to the absolute limit in the short run a brief reprieve will leave her as good as new.

These qualities are not limited to her either. Though her blood might be thick, sticky and have the color of sap it can be imbibed, like drinking syrup, which temporarily confers it's benefits to the consumer. It can also be applied directly to wounds which will greatly accelerate cell regrowth in the area. This quality not only affects animals but plants too, restoring wilted vegetation to full health and even allowing seeds planted to germinate much faster.

Something that only applies to her is that her flesh is naturally as tough as wood. It's just as flexible as normal tissue however it's much harder to slice, similar to a tree in resilience. Additionally while her flesh is still flush with blood it will remain alive and active as though she was still whole, even when torn apart. Her head, body and limbs will all maintain all the physical functions still available to them and act according to her will until they die. It's entirely feasible for her to pick up her own head and reattach it to her neck, albeit awkward to navigate a headless body from where her head lays.

Death for her mostly occurs when the cells are no longer capable of healing. Fire and acid are the most immediate ways of ensuring this as they damage on a cellular level. Exsanguination will also quickly leave her less capable of healing since the blood is needed to promote regrowth. Things that bring about death such as necrosis hurt her since the blood cannot reanimate what is already dead. Lastly her blood offers her little protection against magic that isn't directly opposed by the element of life that is infused throughout.

As for her skills she was trained by a veteran knight in the art of combat. Because of her toughness she often opts to wield a blade one handed and leave her off-hand open for strikes and grappling maneuvers. She is trained in use of a shield or blade in her off-hand but her preference is a lighter style which lets her fight with more speed and aggression, using her natural durability to makeup for the lighter armor and lack of a shield. This style is further emphasized by the magical sword she inherited from her late king.

She wields the Sword of Damocles, a blade named after the fae king who forged this weapon. It's blade looks akin to frosted glass with an elegant silvery guard. It's hilt has a grip that is woven from the hairs taken from a horse's tail and the pommel appears to be a crystalline prism. The blade itself is extremely thin with edges finer than glass and it is no wider than Od's pinky finger. The enchantment on this sword makes it extremely durable despite it's fragile appearance, able to withstand forces that would sunder even a steel blade. It also does not rust nor chip, remaining pristine under any conditions. It's true power however lies in the sword's ability to cut through nearly anything with the same ease one would find in cutting through water. Metal, earth, hide and bone, naught but the most magically protected of materials can withstand the cutting edge of this blade. It is so sharp that even touching the flat of the blade would leave a cut on one's hand.

But for all the power the sword offers it comes at a terrible cost. A powerful curse sleeps within this blade. Any and every attack made by this weapon has a chance of awakening the curse within. When this happens the sword will quite literally turn upon it's wielder and run them through. The Sword of Damocles has passed down across many hands. Time and time again their fate is the same, unstoppable in battle until that fatal moment when the sword finally turns it's blade on them instead.

Will Od be the one to finally tame this wicked sword?

History:

Her earliest memories are fuzzy and distant. The most she could remember of her early childhood were faded words of which only |Od| was legible and a strange tree illuminated in the dark. Shortly thereafter she was taken by the formorians, twisted creatures that dwell in dark places. Their master was a formorian of fairly keen intellect, one who grasped quickly what she was capable of after some painful experimentation. From then onwards for the rest of her childhood she was farmed for blood by the master formorian who sealed it in flasks and distributed it to his servants as a means of keeping them alive in combat longer.

At the age of eleven she was liberated after the formorian's stronghold was raided by brave knights of a noble king. Though the master fled as the battle seemed lost he was unable to keep much of what he possessed, including her. When she was freed from her shackles the knights found that she knew nothing save for what she observed from the formorians. With no home and no real identity save for the word Od she was taken back with them. There they gave her a new life, teaching her the ways of her fellow humans and giving her the freedom to choose the life she wished to lead. As the knights were the closest thing she had to a real family she swore to follow in their footsteps and serve the king just as they did: as a knight.

So she was trained in the art of warfare, serving many long years as a squire to one of the king's closest knights. One fateful day however as he led his knights in battle against cruel servants of the formorians the king's legendary sword finally turned on him, it's curse bringing it to end the man's life then and there. His men had to retreat but Od was the first to try and retrieve their fallen king. As he breathed his last breath he asked for Od to claim his sword before he declared her a true knight. Obeying his wishes she pulled the sword from his body, no longer a squire but a true knight.

After they returned however the fellow knights were not so understanding. Now with the king dead and Od being the only one to have heard his final declaration there was no proof that the king had made her a knight or given her the right to claim his sword. Od knew that she was telling the truth and though hard as it was for her to turn against the men she once deemed family she wanted to honor the king's final words. In the dark of night she rode out from the kingdom, hoping that with her absence the unrest amidst the now masterless knights would settle.

After roaming the land, free to follow whatever direction she chose Od found herself aimless, wandering from town to town without any real ambition to pursue. All she had been taught from the day she was rescued was combat, she had no other skills to truly integrate into these various communities. Thus, since combat was her only trade she offered her service to those in need of a blade. She only ever asked for enough money to feed herself and mend her gear, only ever serving those who's need for her violence was just.

Eventually, she found herself in the company of the queen, an upcoming monarch bringing knights of renown under her service. Od was keen to accept her offer, eager to finally perform her duties as a knight for the first time since she became one.

Though she may be young she's seen much. Still, there is much more for her to see yet.

Anything else: It is quite possible that the ruins she was taken from as a young child were a leftover remnant of the Endless Night, something buried long ago and forgotten. It is where she derived her name.

She knows a fair amount about the formorians, including their language, given how she had spent so long amidst them.

Do let me know your thoughts.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Here is my CS. I'll be working on an image to apply for the appearance section over the next few days. I don't expect my first draft to fit in perfectly so I'm well prepared to adjust it as needed.

Od

Name: Od.

Age: 19.

Gender: Female.

Appearance: Beneath the armor she's got the form of a warrior, albeit one that's seen very little sun. She's got a tall, almost statuesque body with fairly pale skin. Her face isn't particularly remarkable but she's got the look of someone who's got her head in the clouds. Her hair is crudely cut to a semi-short length. It's still something of a disheveled mess of wavy brown hair but it only comes partway down to her neck with the bangs purposefully shortened to not cover her eyes.

Abilities:

She is not aware of the true origin of her abilities but in being used by the formorians she was quick to learn this about herself: Her blood is filled with the essence of life itself, revitalizing all that it touches. Naturally this grants her swift healing, wounds sealing shut in mere minutes. Were she to be torn to pieces only the largest remaining chunk of her would begin to grow as the soul is indivisible, missing pieces only growing back once they rejoin the formal whole. In addition the blood also provides a strong immune system, rendering her staunchly resistant to most diseases and able to bounce back from the deadliest poisons. Additionally her blood rids her of all but the most immediate of fatigue. While she might tire after exerting herself to the absolute limit in the short run a brief reprieve will leave her as good as new.

These qualities are not limited to her either. Though her blood might be thick, sticky and have the color of sap it can be imbibed, like drinking syrup, which temporarily confers it's benefits to the consumer. It can also be applied directly to wounds which will greatly accelerate cell regrowth in the area. This quality not only affects animals but plants too, restoring wilted vegetation to full health and even allowing seeds planted to germinate much faster.

Death for her mostly occurs when the cells are no longer capable of healing. Fire and acid are the most immediate ways of ensuring this as they damage on a cellular level. Exsanguination will also quickly leave her less capable of healing since the blood is needed to promote regrowth. Things that bring about death such as necrosis hurt her since the blood cannot reanimate what is already dead. Lastly her blood offers her little protection against magic that isn't directly opposed by the element of life that is infused throughout.

History:

Her earliest memories are fuzzy and distant. The most she could remember of her early childhood was |Od|. Shortly thereafter she was taken by the formorians, twisted creatures that dwell in dark places. Their master was a formorian of fairly keen intellect, one who grasped quickly what she was capable of after some painful experimentation. From then onwards for the rest of her childhood she was farmed for blood by the master formorian who sealed it in flasks and distributed it to his servants as a means of keeping them alive in combat longer.

At the age of eleven she was liberated after the formorian's stronghold was raided by brave knights of the queen. Though the master fled as the battle seemed lost he was unable to keep much of what he possessed, including her. When she was freed from her shackles the knights found that she knew nothing save for what she observed from the formorians. With no home and no real identity save for the word Od she was taken back with them. There they gave her a new life, teaching her the ways of her fellow humans and giving her the freedom to choose the life she wished to lead. As the knights were the closest thing she had to a real family she swore to follow in their footsteps and serve the queen just as they did: as a knight.

So she was trained in the art of warfare, serving many long years as a squire to one of the queen's closest knights. It was only recently that she had proved her mettle enough to warrant her promotion into a full fledged knight. She might be only recently made but she is quite eager to prove that their confidence in her isn't misplaced. Though this may be a time of much uncertainty for her she simply wishes to not disappoint her surrogate family.

Anything else: It is quite possible that the ruins she was taken from as a young child were a leftover remnant of the moonless era, something buried long ago and forgotten. It is where she derived her name.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

@Rune_Alchemist - I'll be seeing to posting a CS tonight.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

I'll submit my bid to join.

Emerald Odyssey — An MMO Isekai RP (Now Accepting!)

@PKMNB0Y - Hello. I see in the title you're still accepting. If that is so I shall be putting forth a CS before long. Since this seems to be a take on an FF14-esque setting my character's theming is likely going to resemble with something of an existing class from that MMO, perhaps with a personal twist for added flavor.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Got a post up. Martin's in that sort of void where in an anime there'll be that guy who's standing and spectating the action while commenting on what's going on to draw out the episode's runtime.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Martin Hollowsland

His view was rather obscured from all the way outside the action where he was. This was fine since he was hiding in the bushes but the enemy reinforcements emerging from the bushes was waaay too close for comfort, giving him a real scare. He kept his mouth shut tight of course, one of the few skills he's honed quite well over his relatively short life. From his poor vantage he could see a mess of things happening, a good amount of it centered on the enigmatic black knight hacking away at the enemy soldiers. Well, at least until the knight got it's own head lopped right off. Martin cringed at the sight of the knight's demise. He knew he should of expected that these things would happen in battle but seeing it and not being able to stop it was still a hard truth for him to swallow.

And then the knight just killed the guy that killed him, breaking their neck with a punch. Martin's eyes were wide with disbelief.

'Oh goddess, that's probably an undead, isn't it? I'm eighty, possibly eighty five percent certain that's what it is. This isn't good. Who's using necromancy to aid the Iron Rose Knights? What have I gotten myself into?'

Thoughts were racing rapidly through his head in an ever-increasingly concerned tone. Much like Sir Redregard's squires however he was in no position to even say anything, let alone act upon these revelations.

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Meanwhile, as for Sir Redregard he simply gave a salute, grinning with anticipation.

"Aye! Ah'll ride down any flankin' bahstids, dun't 'ya worry commanda!"

Leaving Fanilly with that difficult message to decipher he rode on out towards the rear. With spear at the forefront he swept against the flanks of the enemy's reinforcement wave, spearing men at the very edge of the line before peeling off to line up for another run at the enemy, keeping his eyes sharp for enemies units trying to pull up on the Iron Rose's own flanks.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Indeed. However Martin only has a difference of nine centimeters over her default form and looks like a frail coat hanger made of tissue papers in terms of body mass.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Martin Hollowsland

"Come'on lads, w'this many tracks 'eyre bound 'ta be 'round 'ere some'ere!"

The gruff yet boisterous voice of the red bearded knight called back to his retinue. Following behind the knights tall mottled brown stallion were some of his squires and a small pitiful fellow by the name of Martin. All of the knight's retinue were carrying his belongings whilst he rode along at a walking pace. Martin was helping the other squires since even though he wasn't one himself, he was just along since the knights thought it best to send him along with the knight so he can go and ply his skills under their rising star captain's forces. As such, the others in this small travelling group saw it fair that he haul his fair share too. It wasn't mandatory but Martin was far too polite to refuse. What he was able to carry however was little more than a bucket with a flask of rust-proofing oil and a jar of polishing wax.

It was a struggle just to walk what with his lame leg which he had inherited from his friend. On each step with the injured leg pain shot up through it all the way to his hip and back. Still, he'd wince and bear it, trying not to let on he was in pain. He didn't want to have to lie to these folks and come up with some lame excuse as to why his leg was as messed up at it was. He had to compensate his steps just to not appear like he was favoring one leg too much over the other which definitely didn't help the hurting. With his lantern lighting up a little around himself and the bucket in hand he trudged on, ever quiet as he carried his weight amidst the small crew.

_
"Ho there! Aye see sum activitae up 'head."

Through the thinly spread trees the knight could make out something happening up ahead. He prudently kept at a trot until the scene beyond was clearer to him, his squires and plus one still in tow as what was going on became clear. It seemed a group of mercenaries, some Golden Boars if their heraldry was anything to go by, were setting upon... The Iron Roses! The knight managed to glimpse the familiar heraldry of his own comrades off nearer to what seemed to be a shrine of sorts.

Martin saw a somewhat different scene before him though perhaps felt might be more appropriate. He could see a medley of faint forces at play before him, magics of a small variety coming into use in the battle that was ensuing over in the distance. He could feel the latent energies even from this far, his skin lightly prickling from the unearthly sensation radiating out towards him.

_
"Aha! In'tah th'fray then!"

The knight energetically bellowed as he rode forth through the right flank of the mercenary's line, spearing who he could before rolling up to the Iron Rose knight's lineup.

"Hullo thar! Knight Rorly Redregard at 'yer service!" The thickly accented knight brandished his spear towards the mercenaries.
"Let's clean up this mess so we can get acquainted right propah!"

With that said the knight enthusiastically rode back out into the fray, using the chaos of combat, especially that caused by the really large armored fellow hacking mercenaries up down front to try and ride down the flank and catch loose mercenaries with the tip of his impressively hefty spear.

All the while his squires and Martin were left well behind the enemy line, standing there without much clue as to what to do from here on out given how their knight just rode out, forgetting them completely in the thrill of battle. Martin himself was subtly shuffling himself over behind a tree in the hopes of not getting spotted by enemy mercenaries and summarily murdered.