TheFake said
My scary old man shall endeavour to be the scary old man that gives cans of soda out for Halloween.
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Fake, your scary old man is now in the bucket.
Name: Georgiy 'Grimm' Markov
Theme: Grimms Theme
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Nation of Origin: Thaos, later moved to Doniaeth.
Persona: Georgiy Markov is a large and quiet man, often appearing melancholy. In a crowded room he prefers to sit and watch, picking acquaintences with care before initiating a conversation. He won't shy away from conversation and in fact, he might consider anyone willing to speak to him worthy of a chance. Grimm has an easy sense of humour although word play and stereotypes have the potential to make him angry. He prefers to keep his anger contained with the consequence that it may burst out later. Although preferring to act logically, Grimm sees himself as a protector and may act on his emotions at times.
Equipment: Grimm loves large, solid weapons that he shouldn't have to land more than a single hit with. Along with his weapons, Grimm wears assorted pieces of armour with a focus on his left side along with a half helm. While owning an assortment of weapons, he typically only carries one or two into combat.
Doniaeth 60mm recoiless gun: Primarily used to defeat light fortifications, it fires an explosive shell with enough of an effect to defeat armoured knights and destroy wooden fortifications. It's ammunition is large and he can only carry a handful of rounds into combat.
Heavy driver lance: A heavy pnumatic lance derived from construction equipment. It acts as a pointed battering ram. Typically weilded by a team against a wall or gate, Grimm uses it against heavy targets that his shield and gun can't damage. It's massive recoil causes him to stagger and it is typically left behind when going into battle.
From time to time he has been spotted with a giant metal shield as massive as he is. Swinging it like a bludgeon, he crushes man and beast alike. It is thick enough to stop gunfire and heavy enough to crush through all but the heaviest of plate armour.
Ability/Magic/Technology:
Strength: Grimm is phenomenally strong. The story that followed him when he came to Doniaeth was that he once killed a bear with his fists but in Thaos they say that there were five. In the past his anger and strength have caused him to behave as badly as the worst drunk, destroying even the most hardy of furniture. He has learned to control his anger and his fists so that no more unfortunate accidents happen when he overhears a rude comment.
Intelligence:[/b] Grimm has an inherent understanding of anything mechanical. A rifle is no more complex in his mind than a battering ram. He can improvise a solution to a problem in the heat of battle or repair a badly damaged rifle. Weapon maintenance calms him when angered although an abused pistol can set him off just as quickly as a bad joke. Magic is a little bit beyond his understanding but he considers it to of little problem on the battlefield.
Additional Info: Grimm served as a siege engineer, building massive fortifications and knocking down that of others. He grew bored of the directionless leader of Thaos and left for Doniaeth once he was of age. Grimm applied is mechanical knowledge and began to teach himself the gunsmith trade along with anything else that caught his attention. After many years in the capital he returned to the front line.
Give yourself a gun like this.
The Irish Tree said
I think I'm going to have to drop outta this, I can't really find ways to do anything with Leonard and I still feel like I'm below your guys' writing standards. Sorry.
What kinda tree?
You already planted your roots.
And then I used you as map paper.
Speaking of, characters may die if the plot demands it.
ERode said
Kami-sama? I thought you were just the Okaa-san, Anderiel. Because I'm the one with the Kami-sama sig/avatar.
I chose Sky as my prophet through to Click.
And I chose to refer to myself as god.
In da bucket.
Name: Lyna St. Pellier
Theme:
Character Theme
Battle Theme
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Nation of Origin: Doniaeth; vampire
Persona:
Pleasant, amiable, and enthusiastic, with a dash of sarcasm, Lyna is the friendly neighbor down the street. She is hardworking and passionate about her work, but not to the point where her hobby itself consumes her. Even so, she always seems to be busy running her enterprise by herself where she sells her high-quality weapons and technology.
When she is not indulging herself in her hobbies, Lyna can quite lazy to the point where things can become ridiculous. She refuses to do things that are not absolutely necessary. If one had a look at some of the things she made, it would almost seem as if she worked hard to be lazy, or as she puts it, “to create efficient, time-saving innovations for the betterment of mankind.”
Although one might think otherwise, Lyna is not a person that dwells on the past. She always tries to moves forward with an optimistic outlook on things, no matter how much something might seem to put a damper on life. Indeed, she seems to be more fascinated by the effects of the hemoplague than she is mortified of it.
Equipment:
Swiss Hunting Rifle– “I don't have a bottle opener, but I have a gun.”
By all appearances, this wooden firearm is an antique from the early days of Donian gunsmithing. The look and feel of the weapon harkens back to the days where guns held more finesse, while packing quite the modern punch. Nearly every single part of this weapon is handcrafted and fitted with the most modern luxuries available to the enterprising Donian inventor. It even has a built in clock and a bottle opener, perfect for sitting back and having a beer while picking people off from kilometers away. If handled by a skilled marksman, this well-crafted gun can effectively hit a target up to three kilometers, more, if augmented by external forces. With the addition of a bayonet, it can be used in nearly all ranges of combat. It has enough force to punch through all but the thickest of metal armor, and has a magazine of five rounds.
Ability/Magic/Technology:
Manu Artificum
Ever since Lyna was young, she displayed an extraordinary talent at any skill of the hand that requires fine precision to execute. If something requires fine motor skills, she can do it. Talents such as clock-making, gunsmithing, lockpicking, and marksmanship come naturally to her. While she naturally cannot do things she hasn’t learned to do, it would only be a matter of time for her to be able to master something that would fall under the scope of her ability. As an accomplished artisan, she one of the more well known engineers in Doniaeth and even a few of the top brass wield some of her creations.
The Enterprising Inventor
Ideas, designs, stories, and all sorts of things tumble from Lyna’s creative consciousness. She loves to create, develop, and come forth with solutions, and many of these things work. Her ideas are not as grand as some of the engineering geniuses in the Donian nation; she prefers to work to improve on given concepts or existing technology instead of pioneering cutting edge giant death robots. Her fighting strength predominantly centers around defense and reciprocating attacks via all the things that she spins together. With devices such as deflector shields, "bombs" that can warp and fold space, and precision guided weapons that can fold and fit into the space of a coat pocket, and her magical ability, she is a force not to be trifled with.
Magic is Science
There exists an odd type of magic that is not constrained within normal categorization of magic. This particular type manipulates vectors, and a person who is perform this magic can take anything airborne or on the ground, stationary or otherwise, and have it change direction or accelerate on a whim. Lyna is competent in this to the extent that she is capable of controlling vectors within a 30 meter radius around her via short incantations of one or two words. She likes manipulating vectors in conjunction with her technology, often using to make a course correction of an object or multiply the speed and orientation of a projectile for maximum damage. She can track and manipulate up to seven objects at a time; anything more than that would be beyond her mental and physical capabilities.
Post Example:
“Destroyed?”
Lyna’s brilliant yellow eyes glided over the army colonel that had appeared in her small office. The middle aged man was flanked by two familiar-looking guardsmen, as was customary for visitors in this part of the quarantine zone. He was well-dressed but seemed a bit flustered and was sweating nervously as he waved around a dull, bladed weapon. He was incoherently ranting to nobody in particular, but she felt worried for the two guards who were inconspicuously backing away from the animated officer. Leaning forward on her desk, she snatched the weapon away from the man with a clap of her hands on the flat side of the weapon. Surprisingly enough that calmed him down a bit.
“Could you repeat that please? I’m not sure what you particularly want.” asked Lyna, as diplomatically as possible. The colonel checked his behavior, self-consciously straightening the hem of his jacket as he repeated his argument in a more acceptable manner. The young vampire looked over the weapon as the man repeated his earlier statements. The weapon was indeed one of her creations, a ceremonial officer’s sword commissioned by the man before her. She had forged it in her own furnace not a fortnight before, but it looked nothing like it was when she had given it to the courier for delivery. It was bent thirty degrees to one side and it was so dinged that it looked like it was salvaged from a scrapyard.
She set the hunk of scrap metal down on her desk as he continued his prearranged speech. “As I was saying, I was forced to block another blow from a Kaien golem, and the sword bent back… It was really a misfortunate event.”
Lyna was a bit taken aback. The way the man acted it seemed like he’d damaged his sword killing a puppy or something of a similar manner. She could not see how the man was so embarrassed that he’d damaged his new sword defending against a golem; in fact, she was surprised the man was still alive after such an encounter. Nonetheless, she could see why he would be so flustered; completely destroying an expensive weapon right after receiving it was not exactly a happy occasion.
“Misfortunate? Not all. You’re a lucky man to be alive after exchanging blows so directly with a golem, colonel. You should have received a medal for merely escaped unscathed. Tell you what; I’ll make you a new one. Don’t bother with compensation, think of it as the medal you should have been awarded.”
ERode said
Anderiel, please explain to him your PTSD so I don't have to. And Click, stahp OOCing and getcho ass back to dat post.
Click, hustle yo shit or Kami-sama will take you to brown town.
I have PTSD.
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