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ViKtoricus said
Alright guys, let's talk about tier, our power limits.Like, in a fair fight, can one of our characters defeat like a horde of bulls charging in the same direction without anybody else's help? How do you feel about that limit?


I say cater to all - some people may not want to play a really powerful character. Maybe set levels?

Power Level 1 = Can kill a man in a bar fight.

Power Level 2 = Can wrestle with a bear and maybe win.

Power Level 3 = Killed the bear, currently hacking a pack of wolves to death

Power level 4 = Wolves are dead. Just broke an elephant's neck.

Power Level 5 = Elephants family got angry over it. They're all dead now too.

Power Level 6 = Just took down a helicopter with a slingshot.

Power Level 7 = Robbed bank. Killed whole police force that pursued.

Power Level 8 = It'd take an entire nation to stop me.

Power Level 9 = It'd take several nations to stop me.

Power Level 10 = I just pressed alt+ctrl+delete two times and now the world has ended. Praise be to me.

I dunno, just throwing ideas into the ring. Don't hurt me.
This somehow appeals to me. Like a big sandbox fun dome of nonsense where a clown armed with a laser rifle can face off against an army of sabre tooth tigers the way God intended.

Sign me up, Jimmy.

EDIT: I know creating a world by yourself can be a real hassle, so I'll come forwards now and offer any help I can. Whether you need a city or two to be created, or some animal species, or some geographical areas of importance. Whatever it takes to lighten the load.
The Multi-Faith Prayer Room of the Achilles was a sterile affair. White washed walls and gleaming metal benches attested to the UNSC's attempts to favour no one religion over the other; and considering half of the room was dedicated to prayer mats, Brian believed their sincerity. Truth be told, when he thought about it - which was often - he was surprised such facilities even existed in this day and age.

After so many ground breaking revelations of man's origins far out in space, the Bible, Torah and Quran were starting to lose the last of their credibility. The Faithful were dropping in droves to the allure of secularism, and now it seemed to the ageing warrior, that people were more likely to answer to their worldly superiors than to any divine being. This would not bother him so much, but a man with power was exactly that - a man with power, fallible and flawed. The Human-Covenant War had entrenched such men; their words were absolute in the name of Total War and Survival. In many ways, they had become Gods in their own right.

Sure, democracy had been restored along with civilian rule, but some people felt that not everything had been handed back. Terrorism was their sword on the political battlefield, and their anger threatened the ruptured UEG at every turn. Brian was often at the forefront of these violent surges, and he could testify before Saint Peter that he had truly seen the Folly of Man. There was no glory, let alone sport, in vaporising several hundred angry farmers with a plasma battery from space. There was no honour, nor holiness, in shooting defeated men in the back of the head on the orders of some black-ops ass hole.

And still here he was, fast approaching his fiftieth year, stationed aboard yet another warship, and destined to reap yet more souls of the misguided and the hate-filled. What his missions would be, he did not particularly care, because he knew where ever he was sent, it was with God's blessing.

"Watch not over me, Father in Heaven," Brian mumbled above clasped hands. "But over the widows I have made, and the children who will never know their fathers because of me. Amen."
Character Sheet

Name: Luit Nicolaas
Age: 62
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Luit is a rather small man, coming in at around 5'6, and carries a small frame. His hair, though usually trimmed to perfection, has become unkempt and bushy; like a pale, well worn mop. His eyes are of a pale blue, and are framed by a pair of black rimmed glasses. A keen eyed observer will notice that his upper left ear is missing a chunk - as if someone, or something, bit him there some years ago.

His face is a war zone of pock marks, grey stubble and spider veins. A nose, disjointed at the base so that it trails off to the left slightly, is perhaps his flagship facial feature. Though, despite his perhaps ugly appearance, Luit has with him a warm and full smile that has weathered the ages far better than everything else his appearance can boast of. Although, when Luit does smile, his face ages by another decade due to the wrinkles that are formed.

If his Dutch name wasn't a giveaway, Luit is a white man. In his youth, he was considered a handsome Boer ; in his old age, not so much.

As the Vicar to one of many Anglican Churches of the city, (St. Francis Church), Luit wears a double breasted cassock with a black full collar shirt and white clerical collar underneath.

His shoes are ordinary black leather and smart looking, though they've lost their gleam over the last few days.

Current Health: Injured (recovering from treated shrapnel wound to left side of chest)
Current Mental State: Depressed
Current Emotional State: Angry
Personality

Temperament:

Luit is a man of action, and is not one for standing around waiting for God to come to him. He's happiest when he's doing something, and dreads sitting or laying down unless it's time for sleep. He is rather quick to anger, but this anger is almost never seen... perhaps owing to his religious beliefs. If he finds himself in a situation that has him seeing red, then he'll more than likely turn around and walk the other way - or block the offending individual from his consciousness.

He is always eager to help others; again, his religion probably plays a key part of this mentality. Often he has found himself in trouble, having given away the last of his food rations to a more needy individual than himself.

Luit's warm smile is the cornerstone to any social interaction. Whether preaching to the masses from a church altar, or talking an angry young man out of running him through with a crowbar, the smile is always there.

Positive Traits:

Negotiator - This man brings a bible to a knife fight. Not to say he always wins!

Priest - No one would shoot a Man of God. Would they?

Negative Traits:

Old - Physically weaker than his younger countrymen, and his immune system isn't what it used to be.

Thou Shalt Not Kill - Has a deep aversion to violence. Do not count on him to back you up in a fight, and do not count on him to put up a fight if you attack him.

Speciality Traits:

Man of God - Will seek comfort in his beliefs in times of need, and will not become suicidal or broken.
History

Luit Nicolaas is an orphan, given to the Anglican Church before his brain was capable of recording memories. He was brought up in a relatively lax and caring facility, where he and other orphans were tended to by the kind but often stern hands of nuns, and the complexing words of priests. With God being the only thing the young Luit really knew, thanks to what some would consider his slightly suffocating religious environment, it was perhaps natural that he pursued work in the Anglican clergy when he came of age.

Always, Luit tried to be one of Christ's true followers. Racism was not an issue for him, though it perplexed him that many priests from several Christian denominations, including his own, made such a thing an issue. Such blind hatred for your fellow man, because his skin colour did not match yours, angered Luit to the point where he turned his back on the etsablished "White Only" institutions, and made a humble attempt to connect with South Africa's black community. Though he initially struggled to gain acceptance, it was through determined charity work that he was finally able to gain the love and understanding of those he sought to help.

After Apartheid formally ended, Luit was successful in petitioning the Anglican Communion for the funds required to build himself a modest church in the centre of the city.

During the first service, which was a rather racially diverse affair, a group of armed men burst into the church and fired into the congregation with assault rifles. St. Francis Church never held its second service after that, because by the time the victims' bodies were lowered into the ground, the rebels had swept through the city in force.

St. Francis Church became a refugee centre of sorts in the first days, but (what is suspected to be) a Government war plane hit the structure and levelled it, killing a hundred men, women and children, and leaving scores more injured. Luit survived the massacre, but has been haunted by it ever since. He now stumbles through the war zone looking for reason behind the madness; he questions God on a daily basis, but in doing so, draws closer to him by aiding anyone he can.

Current Equipment: St. John's Bible.

EDIT: Somehow missed out the actual personality criteria. I've replaced it with "Temperament".
Name: Brian "Preach" Holt

Age: 49

Race: Human

Class: ODST

Rank: Staff Sergeant

Appearance: Brian is a tall man, with a heavy barrel-chested frame. His hair is kept short in usual military fashion, and is heavily greyed. The skin on his face is rather ragged, and pot marked, making him appear old than he is. His eyes are of a pale blue.

He wears the close quarters combat variant of the ODST armour, with the image of a white crucifix stencilled onto the left ballistic plated pauldron.

Bio: Brian Holt is a grizzled veteran of the Human-Covenant War, where he spent the majority of his enlisted service with the UNSC's ground-based armies. Shipped from planet to planet, deployed with thousands of his fellows in battles of endurance against the Covenant, Brian became a bit of a legend. Several times, he would be one of the few to be airlifted out of a combat zone, shortly before a planet was glassed. Seven times he was able to escape a UNSC ship even as plasma consumed its hull.

His constant cheating of death led him to consider the existence of a Higher Power, and during a six day cryosleep (from which he was rudely awoken early due to an imminent engagement), he had a dream. In this dream, the Christian God spoke to him, and told him he had a purpose that surpassed that of lesser men. Whether the dream was a real religious experience, or whether it was just the effects of the cryosleep, Brian immediately converted to Christianity and began himself on a spiritual voyage as God's own executioner.

Though past his best in years, Brian found new youth and strength from his sudden spiritual realisation, and immediately requested a transfer to the ODST. He was not sure why Earth's special forces was the place for him, but it "felt right".

Suffice to say, he passed the rigorous entry exams with flying colours despite his advanced age.

He missed out on the First and Second Battles of Requiem, as he was posted to anti-insurgency roles throughout Man's shattered colonial holdings. During this time, he fought both Covenant Remnants and human-borne terrorists.

Personality: Calm, sober, quiet, deeply religious.

Skills: Medic/Breach and Entry

Other: Uses weapons designed for the mission at hand, but prefers his trusty and slightly personalised M90 Close Assault Weapon System, that he calls "Judgement".
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