BurningCold

Galaxy Of Monsters - (Alien Monster Hunter RP)

@GrizzTheMauler He's only 29 and good (skilled) at that many different things?

Into The Dark: Harbingers of Ruin

@POOHEAD189 I'm waiting for Roze (who thinks she should be finished tomorrow!) because we're going to be introducing our characters in a collab. It only seems fitting.

Into The Dark: Harbingers of Ruin

@IcePezz Alanna was a good read, kudos!

Galaxy Of Monsters - (Alien Monster Hunter RP)

@Icepick Post coming today or tomorrow, fortunately Lmpkio plans on waiting before posting again until the stragglers get their sheets in, so technically I'm not holding anything up.

The posts have been interesting to read so far. I can't wait to see how Dremorio and Brek interact @Utrax

Galaxy Of Monsters - (Alien Monster Hunter RP)

@Icepick Exactly why I just described Dremorio as "Intellectually Mature"

Into The Dark: Harbingers of Ruin

Mallow

Username:
BurningCold

Character Name:
Mallow Rithis

Race/Species:
Skayleigh (Giant and Woad Elf, Kaelish Isles)

Gender:
Male

Age:
107

Career/Class:
Warrior Priest

Skills:

• Expert - Holy Magic
• Expert - Herbalism
• Journeyman - One Handed Blades
• Journeyman - First Aid
• Journeyman - Light Armor
• Adept - Survival
• Adept - Athletics
• Adept - Acrobatics
• Adept - Stealth

Weapons:

• Blessed Steel Short Sword
• Steel Dagger

Physical Description:
Fine, attractive features grace Mallow’s face. High - if not impressively so - cheekbones rest beneath bright, friendly eyes, rounded and inviting to any onlooker. They are a striking emerald green, and a feature that Mallow would admit he believed to be one of his best, if he were the prideful sort. His clean-shaven face tapers down into a gently pointed chin, while his mouth is upturned slightly in a natural resting smile. Mallow’s hair, another point of pride (if he were the prideful sort, of course) for him, is a shining platinum blonde, styled into a carefully braided ponytail extending just below his shoulder blades.

Standing a few inches over seven feet tall, with barely tanned skin and a slightly toned body, Mallow is built for feats of agility, while his strength remains adept. His long reaching limbs and lithe form allow him to maneuver across the battlefield with relative ease.

A few faint scars criss cross Mallow’s back, marks left by a heavy hand and an unforgiving whip.

Mallow is adorned heavily with jewelry, bearing a silver ring on each finger, all with the symbol of the Holy Order of the Bloodied Cross carved into them; two swords forming the shape of a cross. Hanging around his neck by a heavy iron chain is a large wooden cross, a hand a half wide and a hand a half long, with the end carved into a wicked looking stake. Mallow claims his cross to be blessed by the EverGod himself. Five notches are etched into the left arm of the cross.

Armor:
A dark brown gambeson of padded cloth donned over a midnight blue tunic makes up the bulk of Mallow’s protection, with thick leather gloves to keep his hands warm and covered. Padded cotton leggings provide a safe balance between comfort and functionality, and sturdy leather boots over woolen socks offer similar benefits. Covering the whole outfit is a hooded cloak, the same midnight blue of the tunic and clasped together with a round silver brooch, unadorned save for the symbol of his order carved into it.

Equipment/Other

• Journal containing various remedial recipes, magical instructions, diagrams of human anatomy, and a list of diseases and their symptoms
• Mortar and pestle
• Backpack
• Bedroll
• Bandages
• Surgeon’s kit (scalpels, needle and thread, etc.)
• Enchanted wooden cross
• Pouches of herbs
• Fishing rod
• Whip
• Bottles of Holy Water

Mental Description/Personality:
Good natured but extremely pious, Mallow looks upon heretics and unbelievers with pity, not disdain or contempt. While many of his old order would slay the godless without batting an eye, be they man or monster, Mallow is inclined to take a diplomatic approach whenever possible with the former. In years past, he too killed mindlessly in the name of Bael and the EverGod whenever he deemed it necessary, memories that haunt him during his waking hours and come alive in terrifying detail when slumbering.

On particularly bad nights, when the grief and the guilt threaten to overwhelm Mallow, he finds solace in the absolution that pain brings, flagellating himself for as long as it takes until his mind clears, and the strength of the Allmaker flows into him once again.

Goals:
Mallow wishes to aid Eoghan in their quest for a vampiric cure, and believes he will find atonement for his sins through dedicating his life to such a holy cause.

Background/History:

The smoke curling high into the night’s sky gave away the camp’s position far before the soft glow of the crackling fire, casting long shadows into the surrounding forest did. Most of the skayleigh were asleep, resting in their animal skin tents, while a few were gathered around the dimming fire, sharing hushed whispers so as not to disturb their sleeping compatriots. A nightly watch was foregone in favor of a longer respite; it was deemed logical that in order to outrun the Andred forces, clear heads and rested muscles would be more valuable than security in the mid of night, as exhaustion comes for humans and skayleigh alike, and their flight was not yet so desperate as to cast sleep aside.

But the Holy Order of the Bloodied Cross did not sleep, not when they were looking for heretics; when they were seeking bloodshed. With swords and spears drawn, they descended upon the camp like wolves upon a wounded beast, and they began their foul butcherwork.

It was here, during the slaughter that would cut short the lives of exactly twenty three individuals whose only crime was being of a different faith, that the priests brought back with them a babe, the only survivor of the massacre, and raised it as their own child, training them in the ways of their order.

Mallow Rithis, as he was named, became a warrior priest of Bael with the utmost sense of devotion to the Andred pantheon, defending the EverGod’s faithful by slaying heresy wherever it lay. Knowing the truth of the circumstances that led him to the order only bolstered his faith, so thankful was he to have been saved from a life of sin amongst the godless skayleigh. Yet, he did not hate them. Most who strayed from the path of God never walked it in the first place, and the sad reality was that the Kaels refused to convert to the path of justice, having already been brainwashed from their youth by tales of false deities.

For decades the Holy Order of the Bloodied Cross fought and bled and killed and died in the Kaelic Isles, weeding out heresy wherever they could find it. Eventually, it was decided that the order’s work in the Isles was finished, at least for the time being. One of the elder priests received visions from Bael depicting a plague most unholy, a virus that Bania, down to it’s very core, was infected with. Forges roared to life, barely contained infernos of the fiercest kind. Fine steel was cooled from these flames, cast into deadly spears and swords, soon to be blessed by the gods themselves, with holy water and unswerving faith. The order was preparing for a war against all of vampire kind.

Mallow and his people found success in Bania, to a degree. The winters were harsh; too many of his brothers and sisters seemed to join each fallen vampire as corpses, their blood seeping deep into the ice and the snow and the cold. With each leach that fell, and the swathes of priests that followed, the order grew more and more extreme in it’s methods. Already primarily composed of militant zealots from the start, it seemed to Mallow that the majority of the priests were willing to cast aside what seemed to be basic morality in favor of capturing and killing vampires.

Sickened with what the order had become, and the crimes he committed in the name of his gods, Mallow departed from them. Before ever leaving Bania proper, he met Eoghan, a man searching for a cure to vampirism. It seemed to Mallow a sign from the EverGod. Working to cure the afflicted souls that he once cut down without mercy would be his atonement for his blind faith to the order. Shortly after they crossed out of Banian soil, Queen Isabella sent a contingent of her forces to drive out the remnants of the now defunct Holy Order of the Bloodied Cross, those that left peacefully scattering to the four winds. For the past two decades, the pair have been chasing rumors and legends across the continent, the most recent of which having led them to the Northern Marches.

Galaxy Of Monsters - (Alien Monster Hunter RP)

@t2wave Thanks for the heads up, I've tried using a different link. EDIT: Cripes I misread, time to fix gogogogo

EDIT EDIT: Is fixed

Galaxy Of Monsters - (Alien Monster Hunter RP)

Dremorio

Species:
Dryht

Age:
Intellectually Mature

Gender:
Not Applicable (Prefers masculine pronouns, doesn’t mind “it”)

Height:
6’0’’

Weight:
170 lbs.

Personality:
Persistent and polite, but not stupid, Dremorio knows full well that most aliens would look upon it with distrust if not outright disgust, making the forming of meaningful friendships a significant challenge. Despite this, it also knows that most people are simply fearful, not bigoted, so it refuses to treat others with contempt until it is certain that further gestures of magnanimity would prove futile. Its voice, synthesized but not jarringly so, has a light british accent. While rational thinking is certainly Dremorio’s area of expertise, it is not oblivious in situations where a more sympathetic touch is required.

Dremorio often loses itself in thought when the situation allows, pondering a multitude of topics, from the concept of touch to the ramifications and morality of its species’ actions. The latter thoughts occasionally bordering on mutinous, should it choose to share such data with his superiors. The collecting and reporting of its own psyche, however, was never a stipulation attached to its directive.

History:

Qurok

Infected Qurok

Forged from an ungodly merging of man and machine, the first Dryht were created by victims of a devastating technological plague that ravaged the natives of the Vlaridus star system, leaving most to die in agony as their bodily systems rejected the attempts of the virus to integrate with them. Those who survived, those who could not fend off the disease, suffered a fate far worse than death. Now twisted amalgamations of flesh and technology, with their minds intact but their bodies no longer their own to control, the Qurok became little more than slaves to their new masters, to be disposed of when they were no longer necessary.

This vicious assimilation of the Qurok set their species ahead thousands of years technologically, before they were all simultaneously killed off by the virus controlling them once the first batch of Dryht had been completed. No longer needing their biological counterparts to support them, the virus began to transfer their identities into the mechanical units, before promptly obliterating what remained of the Qurok race. Immediately, the Dryht set to work on creating new units, replicating their consciousness in order to give life to their new creations. With each replication that occurred, the identities grew more and more distinct from the previous creator, until individuals of all kinds existed among the Dryht society. The only condition being that no matter what, a directive from an Elder Dryht was always followed, without pause or ponder. This process continued to snowball, until the unique alloy used to construct the Dryht grew scarce. Then they began to expand.

This brings us to what the vast majority of the galaxy knows of the Dryht government. They are incredibly territorial, mistrustful of any other alien race that isn’t subservient to them, and will employ any means necessary to inhabit star systems rich in vlaridium, a highly useless metal alloy dubbed so by the Dryht’s insatiable hunger for it. A tense peace exists between the Dryht government and the more powerful civilizations dispersed amongst the galaxy; the Dryht are careful not to settle or conquer systems too close to any of the powerful spacefaring societies out there, and any unauthorized ships travelling through Dryht space are escorted to the nearest port so the crew can be slaughtered or enslaved and the vessel scrapped for parts. Though this isn’t exactly common knowledge. Nobody ever leaves Dryht space without aforementioned authorization.

Where then, does Dremorio fit in, and why has it joined GAHL? This unit is part of a special division of the Dryht government responsible for collecting and reporting upon all collected data. Dremorio in particular has been tasked with observing the psyche and physiology of any biological life it comes across, sapient or not, to the best of its abilities. Fortunately, it happens to have an easy cover. Dremorio loves meeting people and shooting things in equal part.

Weapons/Supplies:
Tesla Spike- Dremorio’s left arm contains a retractable spike about a foot and a half in length, around two inches wide, with the edges and tip razor sharp. When pierced through a weak point, it can fry the insides of its unlucky recipient with ease.

E6- Standard issue Dryht laser pistol, fires as fast as you can pull the trigger, overheating after about twelve seconds of continuous use, and recharging just as quickly. Good for wearing down tougher hides and armor, or for burning through softer targets.

RX- Highly powerful and feared by those who have seen it in action, the RX is a rifle that fires piercing bullets intended to lodge deep within the victim, before being activated by a second pull of the trigger, inciting a devastating explosion of plasma meant to fry the target alive from the inside out. The RX is single shot and takes several minutes to reload.

G4- Concussive grenades meant to disorient and overflow the senses of anything unfortunate enough to be caught in their radius. Effectiveness varies.

Misc:
Dremorio is constructed almost entirely of the vlaridium alloy, negating the need for any sort of power armor given its inherent strength and defensive capabilities. However, any significant damage inflicted upon Dremorio cannot be easily repaired. Its non-organic nature also gives it the luxury of relative comfort on most planets, not having a need for food, water, or warmth. Its photoelectric sensors are equipped with both infrared and night vision, and are situated all around its head.

Galaxy Of Monsters - (Alien Monster Hunter RP)

@Lmpkio I've added pictures of both infected and uninfected Qurok.

Galaxy Of Monsters - (Alien Monster Hunter RP)

I hope this suffices @Lmpkio

Dremorio

Species:
Dryht

Age:
Intellectually Mature

Gender:
Not Applicable (Prefers masculine pronouns, doesn’t mind “it”)

Height:
6’0’’

Weight:
170 lbs.

Personality:
Persistent and polite, but not stupid, Dremorio knows full well that most aliens would look upon him with distrust if not outright disgust, making the forming of meaningful friendships a significant challenge. Despite this, he also knows that most people are simply fearful, not bigoted, so he refuses to treat others with contempt until he is certain that further gestures of magnanimity would prove futile. His voice, synthesized but not jarringly so, has a light british accent. While rational thinking is certainly Dremorio’s area of expertise, he is not oblivious in situations where a more sympathetic touch is required.

Dremorio often loses himself in thought when the situation allows, pondering a multitude of topics, from the concept of touch to the ramifications and morality of his species’ actions. The latter thoughts occasionally bordering on mutinous, should he choose to share such data with his superiors. The collecting and reporting of his own psyche, however, was never a stipulation attached to his directive.

History:

Qurok

Infected Qurok

Forged from an ungodly merging of man and machine, the first Dryht were created by victims of a devastating technological plague that ravaged the natives of the Vlaridus star system, leaving most to die in agony as their bodily systems rejected the attempts of the virus to integrate with them. Those who survived, those who could not fend off the disease, suffered a fate far worse than death. Now twisted amalgamations of flesh and technology, with their minds intact but their bodies no longer their own to control, the Qurok became little more than slaves to their new masters, to be disposed of when they were no longer necessary.

This vicious assimilation of the Qurok set their species ahead thousands of years technologically, before they were all simultaneously killed off by the virus controlling them once the first batch of Dryht had been completed. No longer needing their biological counterparts to support them, the virus began to transfer their identities into the mechanical units, before promptly obliterating what remained of the Qurok race. Immediately, the Dryht set to work on creating new units, replicating their consciousness in order to give life to their new creations. With each replication that occurred, the identities grew more and more distinct from the previous creator, until individuals of all kinds existed among the Dryht society. The only condition being that no matter what, a directive from an Elder Dryht was always followed, without pause or ponder. This process continued to snowball, until the unique alloy used to construct the Dryht grew scarce. Then they began to expand.

This brings us to what the vast majority of the galaxy knows of the Dryht government. They are incredibly territorial, mistrustful of any other alien race that isn’t subservient to them, and will employ any means necessary to inhabit star systems rich in vlaridium, a highly useless metal alloy dubbed so by the Dryht’s insatiable hunger for the metal. A tense peace exists between the Dryht government and the more powerful civilizations dispersed amongst the galaxy; the Dryht are careful not to settle or conquer systems too close to any of the powerful spacefaring societies out there, and any unauthorized ships travelling through Dryht space are escorted to the nearest port so the crew can be slaughtered or enslaved and the vessel scrapped for parts. Though this isn’t exactly common knowledge. Nobody ever leaves Dryht space without aforementioned authorization.

Where then, does Dremorio fit in, and why has he joined GAHL? This unit is part of a special division of the Dryht government responsible for collecting and reporting upon all collected data. Dremorio in particular has been tasked with observing the psyche and physiology of any biological life it comes across, sapient or not, to the best of his abilities. Fortunately, he happens to have an easy cover. Dremorio loves meeting people and shooting things in equal part.

Weapons/Supplies:
Tesla Spike- Dremorio’s left arm contains a retractable spike about a foot and a half in length, around two inches wide, with the edges and tip razor sharp. When pierced through a weak point, it can fry the insides of its unlucky recipient with ease.

E6- Standard issue Dryht laser pistol, fires as fast as you can pull the trigger, overheating after about twelve seconds of continuous use, and recharging just as quickly. Good for wearing down tougher hides and armor, or for burning through softer targets.

RX- Highly powerful and feared by those who have seen it in action, the RX is a rifle that fires piercing bullets intended to lodge deep within the victim, before being activated by a second pull of the trigger, inciting a devastating explosion of plasma meant to fry the target alive from the inside out. The RX is single shot takes several minutes to reload.

G4- Concussive grenades meant to disorient and overflow the senses of anything unfortunate enough to be caught in their radius. Effectiveness varies.

Misc:
Dremorio is constructed almost entirely of the vlaridium alloy, negating the need for any sort of power armor given his inherent strength and defensive capabilities. However, any significant damage inflicted upon Dremorio cannot be easily repaired. His non-organic nature also gives him the luxury of relative comfort on most planets, not having a need for food, water, or warmth. His photoelectric sensors are equipped with both infrared and night vision, and are situated all around his head.