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9 yrs ago
Alright status update: I have started a new job and am currently in the process of getting used to said job. To all the games I'm currently in I will starting work on responses this weekend
9 yrs ago
Due to a misplacement of my laptop I will unlikely be able to post until Friday or there abouts. My apologies for those waiting on me.

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Name: Viktor Ulrich
Gender:Male
Age: 58
Nationality: German
Appearance:

Personal Effects: A change of clothes, several books (prayer, exorcism rites, demonic identification etc.) 3 vials of blessed water and 3 of blessed oil, 1 Webly Mk V revolver and enough bullets for 1 reload, a journal of his own study/notes.


Background:

What is your job Archbishop of Munich
Backstory: Born in 1875 to a moderate family in the German countryside, Viktor was the oldest of three children. This led him to forcibly adopt a parental mentality and aided in the care of his younger brothers. The family, being neither vastly poor or wealthy, did their best and led mostly normal lives. Viktor was always drawn to the church as he said that it brought him a sense of peace in his life and eventually, when he came of age, took the first steps into the priesthood at the age of twelve. If life had continued this way, life would have been peaceful and that is where his story would have ended.

At the age of thirty eight, as an established priest, the Great War broke out and chaos erupted in the country. Ever the father-figure at heart, Viktor’s heart grew troubled at the thought of his countrymen in a great battlefield without the Lord’s presence and before the Archdiocese had called for volunteers to go and spread the gospel in such forsaken lands he stood at the front of the line willing to go. His family, very much troubled by his decision, reluctantly sent him off with the gift of a brand new revolver. War was an entirely different affair than anything that Viktor had ever experienced. As he took up his position as a military chaplain and aided the medical staff in their duties the untold amount of death and serious injuries slowly took their toil on the priest as he did the best he could to give the peace of Christ to the wounded and dying.

For four years he toiled among the back lines burying countless young men and gave counsel to those that remained. One night a field camp after burying yet another soldier in the wee hours of the morning came a moment that would change his life forever. As he came around the corner at the far end of camp, a sharp metal gleam caught his eyes in the brush. As he turned to face the brush the horrifying sight of a mangled soldier covered in viscera with a twisted and contorted face stare back at him. In a panic Viktor reached for the pistol at his side and when he turned back the creature was in his face and in garbled German it spoke;

”WHERES YOUR FAITH FATHER??”

As soon as it had breached his space, the thing was gone. It wasn’t long after that incident that the war ended and Viktor returned to his parish. That night in the field shook him to the core and for the next two years it haunted him until a meeting with another bishop that he told another soul. The response of demon attack was something he hadn’t expected. With this new information Viktor went on a learning spree and began the self taught route of an exorcist.
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Looks good. However, can I make a recommendation to improve a wee bit?

The main thing I'm thinking is a Polish Bishop might be noticed if he's out of his Diocese.

My main recommendation would be to put them closer to the action, as it were. So perhaps make them Archbishop of Munich and Freising or similar.

If you wanted to make them a less public figure, you could go with a priest or mendicant friar?


Can do that’s an easy fix, and done


Character Description

Name: Viktor Ulrich
Gender:Male
Age: 58
Nationality: German
Appearance:

Personal Effects: A change of clothes, several books (prayer, exorcism rites, demonic identification etc.) 3 vials of blessed water and 3 of blessed oil, 1 Webly Mk V revolver and enough bullets for 1 reload, a journal of his own study/notes.


Background:

What is your job Archbishop of Munich
Backstory: Born in 1875 to a moderate family in the German countryside, Viktor was the oldest of three children. This led him to forcibly adopt a parental mentality and aided in the care of his younger brothers. The family, being neither vastly poor or wealthy, did their best and led mostly normal lives. Viktor was always drawn to the church as he said that it brought him a sense of peace in his life and eventually, when he came of age, took the first steps into the priesthood at the age of twelve. If life had continued this way, life would have been peaceful and that is where his story would have ended.

At the age of thirty eight, as an established priest, the Great War broke out and chaos erupted in the country. Ever the father-figure at heart, Viktor’s heart grew troubled at the thought of his countrymen in a great battlefield without the Lord’s presence and before the Archdiocese had called for volunteers to go and spread the gospel in such forsaken lands he stood at the front of the line willing to go. His family, very much troubled by his decision, reluctantly sent him off with the gift of a brand new revolver. War was an entirely different affair than anything that Viktor had ever experienced. As he took up his position as a military chaplain and aided the medical staff in their duties the untold amount of death and serious injuries slowly took their toil on the priest as he did the best he could to give the peace of Christ to the wounded and dying.

For four years he toiled among the back lines burying countless young men and gave counsel to those that remained. One night a field camp after burying yet another soldier in the wee hours of the morning came a moment that would change his life forever. As he came around the corner at the far end of camp, a sharp metal gleam caught his eyes in the brush. As he turned to face the brush the horrifying sight of a mangled soldier covered in viscera with a twisted and contorted face stare back at him. In a panic Viktor reached for the pistol at his side and when he turned back the creature was in his face and in garbled German it spoke;

”WHERES YOUR FAITH FATHER??”

As soon as it had breached his space, the thing was gone. It wasn’t long after that incident that the war ended and Viktor returned to his parish. That night in the field shook him to the core and for the next two years it haunted him until a meeting with another bishop that he told another soul. The response of demon attack was something he hadn’t expected. With this new information Viktor went on a learning spree and began the self taught route of an exorcist.



@BrokenPromise


The streets of Penrose were nothing like going through the neighborhoods he grew up in. The vibrancy was missed as the people seemed skittish just to be out and about. Although he could hardly blame them with the veil being thinner here if he wasn’t a Mahou then he might just keep a hand on his piece himself. Looking over his shades as he turned the corner and followed the overly complicated instructions and tedious rituals to make his way to his new bosses lair, Warren couldn’t help but ponder about his current ”situation”. As he sat down at Al’s table and made himself comfortable with the drink that was given to him, he looked down at his ”assets” and couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. It was one thing to be a chick, but a well-endowed chick who’s fourteen years younger than he used to be was just icing on the cake.

”Yeh, my last boss got consolidated and had to cut a lot of ties. Guess its lucky that he found a place here.”

Taking out a cigarette and lighting it with a slow drag, Warren listened as Al laid out his plans and assignments for him. This Chloe seemed to be a major concern for Al, yes he was giving her the chance to step into a new role but in this line it pays to have someone under your thumb. He was going to have to be creative in how he tailed this broad,

” I’ve heard of all these different factions that you have running around here, I’ll start with gathering intel with some of these disbanded groups. I’ve seen it too many times that these people that were supposed to be done come back with a vengeance. I’ll get you an overall idea of what’s going on.”

As if on cue, Warren turned his head to see the two girls that teleported in with one that stayed being introduced as the Chole that he was supposed to tail. The minute the two Mahou locked eyes Warren felt a presence creep into the back of his thoughts, like a whisper that was just on the edge of being heard and unheard all at once. A warning of meeting a kindred soul burned with the same knowledge of unspeakable horror. As a eerily cheeky grin slipped its way across his face, a sheen of dark crimson gleamed across Warren’s eyes for just a moment before reverting back to their normal cold grey.

”Heh, don’t worry princess, you aint my type neither. You seem to be lack in both the top and the bottom for me. Not enough to hold onto.”

As Chole gave her intel over whatever had transpired prior to his arrival Warren couldn’t help but catch glimpses of her rattling off info to Al. That creeping whisper grew louder and louder as long as he was in her presence and as they spoke amongst themselves the whisper told him that there were others with the same knowledge in the area. He couldn’t pinpoint them but he knew that there were other eldritch-blessed beings near them. Those were avenues that he could pursue to get information on. He had also heard rumors and talk in New York about the Mahou here having other coins that offered other possibilities for power so tracking down those Coins might be a worthwhile thing to investigate as well. As his musing continued, Warren realized that the meeting had come to an end and he left following behind Chole, after all, she was his new boss and he needed to stick close to her.



Here's a newcomer in the ring trying his firsthand at a magical girl RP lol.




cool so im gonna stick with my dietey and im ready to random everything else lol
hey theres a difference between weebs and nerds lol, im talking classic nerd; science, frail bodies, almost exceedingly sick lol
@TheNoCoKid Ohh, my bad lol. I got caught up in the writing when the inspiration hit that I overlooked that part. I'll definitely won't opt out of the randomizer, so that goes for the race, diety, and everything then? Sounds like a plan, I suppose we take this to the DMs then and once I get the random info I'll start again.

@ERode what nerd do you know that researches proper lifting techniques for optimum core muscle gain lol
Hello all! I came across this game and it seemed like fun, heres my submission to the fray!


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