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I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

mildly embarrassing accidental self-quote

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I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

That's unfortunate to hear @Zeroth. I guess I might have been a bit overzealous in hoping that posting a CS with my inquiry would be seen as an enthusiastic applicant rather than an ask without answer like some of the others have been.

I don't usually do online campaigns, but that's fine, I'll just tuck this CS and character concept in my back pocket for the time being I suppose (in the off event you accept a third wave of applications).

I'll definitely be following this though; it's not often I find an online campaign that really grabs my attention.

tips hat

Till then compadre.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

If theres any more room I'd like to throw my hat in the ring @Zeroth.

THE COUNTRY BOY

Name:

Gabriel Atkins

Themes:

Hoedown at whoopass town

Gender:

Male

Species:

Goblin

Appearance:

Tanner and more built than the average Goblin, as well as ever so slightly taller. He has dark black hair, and sharp blue eyes. A deep scar marks his right cheek from mouth to ear.

Goals:

He aint sure yet.

Past Life:

Murica

Gabriel Ezekiel Atkins grew up on a rural farm and ranch deep in the middle of Texas. Every day he woke up early, and worked till dusk, tending the animals, weeding the fields, and planting and harvesting crops. Work was the man's life as a bona-fide all-American Cowboy. 'Gabe', as his friends would call him, was a man of simple tastes; he enjoyed riding his chestnut stallion named Murray, shootin' his guns, smokin', drinkin', and chewin', watching the NFL and classic John Wayne movies, and relaxing to some good old country strumming. However, busy as the man was, he was quite the hobbyist-- a crackshot with the classic six-shooter pistol; well known for especially sharp eyesight, he would enter several small marksmanship competitions in his early twenties and won each time with ease. His other most notable talent, was with a lasso, which he had mastered in his teens to dazzle the ladies with impressive lasso tricks. This exceptional skill with the iconic western tool was what led him to eventually find his best friend in life-- who at the time was a beautiful wild colt; barely older than a foal, but as tough as a bull that was roaming daily just barely on the outskirts of the ranch. At first sight, the 18 year old Gabe snuck up on the sleeping horse that very night and lassoed the incredible creature. He fought with the horse till sunrise, trying to wrestle the animals back to a fenced area in the ranch, eventually succeeding, but breaking his leg in the process. Over the years the two created a strong bond, and although Murray was still a little unruly at times, Gabe liked it that way, as it reminded him of that first fateful night.

As the young man grew older, he eventually picked up playing the guitar, often falling asleep on his porch with a beer as he played to his precious horse. But sadly, as was life, all good things had to end, and so they did when Murray was bitten by a copperhead, and in an almost poetically cruel twist of fate, Gabe was forced to put the horse down. It was his 30th birthday that day.

For five long years Gabe became distant, and fell into a deep depression, nearly working himself to death to hide from the pain he felt at the loss of his lifelong friend. Yet again, fate decided to throw the dying man a lifeline, in the form of a massive, fully grown wild black stallion meandered on the outskirts of the ranch; just as Murray once had. The long snuffed out flame in Gabe's heart surged forth once more as he immediately went for the horse and lassoing it. He was found dead six miles from the ranch, having been dragged three miles from the ranch before his head struck a rock, killing him, yet even in death, his knuckles were white as his hands refused to release their grip on the lasso for three miles further.

On the Sunday after his death, Gabe was laid to rest next Murray's grave, buried with his guitar, and his pistols 'Bonnie and Clyde' that had been made for him by his uncle (who was a gunsmith) as a gift for his twelfth birthday.

Yet, funnily enough, God-- or something far more sinister, had no intention of letting the man rest just yet...

New History:

Texan in the jungle

Upon coming into the New World, Gabe; patient a man as he was, was pretty damn quick to become fed up with how clueless all the other goblins were, and there were very few greenskins whose company he could tolerate. Even before he had become fully aware of himself, Gabe had been waking up every day before almost all the other goblins, and wasted no time building his own humble shelter separate from the rest of the goblins, far enough away that they wouldn't bother him, nor fuck up the little farmland he was beginning to try making, but not so far that predators would consider him easy prey.

With a rake made of vines and sturdy sticks, Gabe roughly tilled a 7x7 plot of soil, and began planting everything he found in this area of the forest that seemed to be edible. However, his efforts were constantly fucked up by other monsters, be they goblin or otherwise. And so, the Texan found the biggest, thickest, strongest vines he could, and went to work, splitting them into thin strands, and twisting them into rope, before treating his rope with tree pitch. The thinner rope was woven into a sling similar to the one he'd often use to hunt small birds when he was ten, the thicker, stronger rope was fashioned into a trusty lasso. Lucky for Gabe, some cheeky little fucker thought he was hot shit, and as per usual decided to help himself to what Gabe was trying to plant. Lassoing the little green fucker by the neck, and dragging him to the ground before planting his heel on the thief's shoulder as he looked him dead in the eye. The goblin in question had a nice belt, and so, Gabe being a forgiving fellow, decided to take it, and let the culprit off with a warning that next time- it would be a finger he'd be taking.

He saw fewer goblins from that point forward trying their luck.

Once again, Gabe started to feel that loneliness creeping in on him, eating away at his core as he began having to wait on the crops. And so he did what he always did, worked. Finding some dead, dry wood, he spent a whole day constructing a 10x10 pen, making a simple gate of two pegs that could be pulled out, and a board that could be pulled out of the notched top of the two logs that acted as the sides of the gate. It wasn't increadibly durable by any means, but it would (probably) hold what he had in mind. There weren't any horses around, but there were those strange deer kicking about...

That night almost ended on a high note, as he killed a dire rat with his sling as it tried to steal from him. It was a sizable one too, and was going to make some damn good boots-- or would've had the hairy monkey looking fucker not suddenly decided that he was hungry. Gabe tried to put up a fight, but was out cold when a single punch from 'monkey fucker' split open Gabe's right cheek all the way to the ear.

He learned three things that night; he couldnt beat that monkey bastard in a fight, that those green plants helped heal wounds pretty well, and that the blue flowers, which he'd landed on and gotten a mouthful of-- provided a mighty fine headtap. The next morning, he had a big scar on his cheek, and just enough salvageable hide from the monkey fucker's little meal, to make a small side pouch (which Gabe sewed onto his belt) to hold rocks for his sling, and the rest was scraped clean, dehaired with hot charcoal, and set on a roughly carved piece of wood, but otherwise untreated, and left to stiffen in the sun. Soon hed have his cowboy hat.

After packing his lip with some of his newfound 'blue snuff', he set up some sticks into a drying rack to dry out some of the petals he'd harvested to dry in the sun.

He spotted his prize as he finished it.

A small one of those deer, it wasnt mature, or growing antlers yet, and it had a coloration that almost reminded him of Murray. Getting as close as he could to it, he prayed to god that he'd have the strength to wrangle this deer into his pen. His lasso had flown true and wrapped tightly to the young deer. They wrestled for hours before he finally managed to corral the thing into the pen, as the hard work he'd been doing made him a bit stronger than the average goblin... But nonetheless, he was satisfied, and exhausted. For the remainder of the day, Gabe spent his time resting, and caring for the deer. It wouldn't let him get close, but it would accept food and water he gave it, only if he set it down and moved away. Hell, with a stroke of luck this good, Gabe wouldn't have been surprised if a mountain outright exploded the following day...

Needless to say, he didn't expect it'd actually happen.

Abilities:

Usable

Light Equipment Use(--)

Crafting I(1.0)

Stronger I(1.0)

Unusable

Keen Eye I(0.25)

Overwork(0.2)

Harder(0.3)

Transformations:
Goblin > ???

Level: 4

Inventory:
Trusty Lasso
The Sling
Stone Knife
Belt with rock pouch
THE HAT (not yet equipped)

hexcode= B8860B

Godspeed!

@Eviledd1984 just do whatever my guy, you're a GOD

Godspeed!

Telum Dei

Swordson
Level Two God of Weapons(Swords)
5.25 Might
1.75/4 acts of creation

&

Level 3 Goddess of The Supernatural (Soul)
6 Might
1 Miracle
3.25/4 Acts of Creation

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After flying for days on end, Telum decided to temporarily give up on his search for warriors worthy of his blades. Stopping, he pondered the issue, for hours he waited, and thought, and thought, and thought... Yet his careful contemplations bore no fruit, "Perhaps I should try a different approach," Telum thought. Slowly crossing his legs into the lotus positoon, Telum began to meditate, aligning himself with the energies and flow of the world around him. Deep in meditation, he began to hear the very Souls of the world, their song was that of a gentle hum, a hymn on summer breeze. Following their tender chorus, Telum was led to what could have only been the work of a god.

Below him there was a large area that seemed to not have been formed by nature, but by design. Fields of flowers and gorgeous forests started to become more and more common the closer he got to the node of the flow of souls he felt, until finally it gave away all pretense of being a forest and turned into a garden with fountains, pathways and a few spread temples built from marble. The construction itself was simple, but, at this point one was deep within the landscape created to surround the temple, enhancing the location through an all-senses experience. One temple in particular seemed to have unusual energies emanating from it, not only from the goddess of souls, but someone else. Slowly decending to the ground, Telum once again donned his disguise, and concealed his presence. Making his way into the unique temple, he found himself staring at a magnificent fountain; adorning this font were depictions of many unrecognized figures, whom Telum assumed were other gods, yet, for some strange reason, Telum himself, was not. Puzzled, Telum waited, hoping whomever created these depictions would return and explain this to him.

"And who would you be?" the goddess asked, she had been there observing the fountain all the time, though on the last few moments she became more interested in the sight of the wanderer. She could slightly take a few clues from the resonance of his soul, but she felt a more direct question would be the most diplomatic choice.

Realizing he was not alone in the room, Telum slowly turned to face this new voice, "I am but a simple traveler," he replied, "The depictions of this font, they intrigue me, could you perhaps explain it's design?

"This mountains is too steep for simple travelers." she told, making it clear she did not believe his words in any sense, even if her facial expression did not have a hint of doubt, or anything else. "This fountain was gifted to me by the goddess Aella, it depicts all gods that we that knew about, though some might have gone unnoticed and therefore not pictured."

"Would you mind telling me about them? I know little of the gods, and wish to be enlightened."

"I would mind. Many gods to talk about, not worth the effort. Why should I explain anything to someone who conceals so much?ll

Chuckling, Telum dropped the cloak concealing his godly form, "Would it not be wrong to deny me knowledge of my kin?

"A god, not surprising, the options were few." the goddess analyzed, looking at the man up and down. "Still, there are so many other gods, and I fear I have little to say about them. Mater Lei is the one who was here first, I do not know if she is a deity of anything. Promus was with her from the beginning, he is a patron of civilization, acts like a leader. After those two, I was the first to arrive, bringer of souls, creator of the Fae. Then there was Kikoquatl, ever hungry goddess. Seihdhara and Larwen, who you already know. Grimloq of rage and dragons. Orfai, of secrets, but mostly of the ocean. Lasis, the rebel. Aella the kind, who made this fountain. Gremju the challenger. Ipeyr bringer of life. Pelegath of rot. Césure Virgule, god of death and sneaky behavior..." she sat on the fountain's side. "And others, I tire, too many words, more than what I am willing to give, you could use your own perception to judge each god.

"Now, if you do not mind, I was also curious as to why there seems to be such a high concentration of souls here; as that is what caught my attention in the first place." Telum said, nodding at Kap Gam's previous statement.

"Bad listener." Kap Gam shook her head for a moment before continuing. "I am the bringer of souls, I created the Ley which serves as way for souls to fill this universe. This land serves to regulate the pathway of the Mycelium, the great network of all Ley on the world, therefore, it has a larger resonance of souls than all others regions."

"Then I propose a deal," Telum said with a pause as he paced about the room, "If, you allow me to make a small.... -addition... to your 'Ley', I will create for you a weapon of increadible power."

"The deal is of my interest. I have one weapon, but it is one of too much cruelty, one that is only justified in front of the worst of crimes. However, you will need to let go of the vagueness of your words. A simple gift would not corrupt my duty as the guardian of souls, and while I do not see malice in your aura, I must make sure the flow of souls will not be used for selfish or vile intent and that the sanctity of souls will be respected."

"You see, I am a god of weapons, and as such, I only gift my creations to great warriors.... Which, as you might guess, are currently in short supply. Without them I am purposeless, so how can I fix this? Telum replied as he held a piece of Ley in his palm, "Souls..... They are the essence of all creatures, yes? I seek to create souls destined to do great things... warriors, heroes......Legends"

The goddess pondered for a moment, staring blankly at him, before nodding one single time. "I would say your problem is more on the lack of civilizations than the lack of heroic souls, yet, your intentions seem noble. I will allow for you to continue with your project." more heroic souls would surely not bring anything bad to the world, after all, and the goddess trusted that the Ley would naturally make it so no soul was forced into legend, but simply amplify the ones destined for great things.

The Ley in Telum's hand began to glow, the god shaping it within his hands as if it were putty, stretching it; molding it. Before long, the glowing mass took the the shape of an ornately decorated bow. As the glow began to fade, Telum presented Kap Gam with her new weapon "This, is legion; the bow of souls...." he said with a solemn look on his face.

Accepting the gift, the goddess took it into her hands, feeling the weight of it, understanding the object she had been given. It was curious how her particular style for artifacts had been emulated in this, if one where to look at the dormant Hydra they would have a hard time picking the subtle differences in design. "Good work. This will do." she told. Upon touching the bow, one of the souls within it turned into a single Fae, the goddess fired the arrow upon the air and it turned into many more shots, each hitting targets with great precision, before vanishing and returning to the bow.

Legion

OOC: photo credit goes to @Frettzo

Giving Kap Gam a smile and nod, Telum stepped out of the temple, and strode over to a patch of Ley. Summoning a blade, Telum slowly pulled it's edge across his palm. Discarding the blade, he clenched his hand into a fist, allowing for several drops of his blood to fall upon the fungus, as each drop hit the Ley, a faint red pulse of energy could be seen flowing across all Ley in creation, that small cluster as it's epicenter. "May my blessing upon your creation create many gre-" before he could finish his statement, a feeling of powerlessness flooded Telum; his chest filling with an insurmountable dread. His crimson aura suddenly sputtered and died as the god fell to his knees, clutching his chest. The world around him blurred, and went silent.... Something horrible had happened.... His mother..... HIS FAMILY... was in grave danger. Without another word, Telum shot into the sky, the ground where he had stood buckled and cracked as he took off; leaving a crater in it's place.

Summary

Telum continues on his quest to make weapons for heroes when he notices the distinct lack of heroes.
Trying to solve the problem, he follows the flow of souls to Kap Gam
After some tense talks with Kap Gam, the two eventually come to terms and agree to cooperate.
Telum makes Kap Gam a bow, Legion, and Kap Gam allows him to add some of his essence to Ley, which will bless select souls. (1 might each)
Then suddenly the god notices something bad happened with his family and leaves in a rush.

Might & Level

1 Might: Creates Legion

1 Might: Blesses Ley with the ability to spawn warrior souls

3.25 Might Remaining
3.75/4 acts of creation

Godspeed!

bare necessities

@Antarctic Termite

.........

Godspeed!

@Eviledd1984 well all you need is confirmation from @Lord Zee, it's his forge

Godspeed!

@Lord Zee I have an idea!

@Eviledd1984 could be created from a buildup of thoughts and memories getting caught in the forge of purity during the conversion process!

Whadya think?

Godspeed!

Telum better be on that goddamn fountain @frettzo

Godspeed!

@Eviledd1984 I think you're still misunderstanding

You can have MIND & MEMORIES, the thing is, your god is more powerful in their portfolio than they are in their domain, so yes, have you DOMAIN be MIND and have your PORTFOLIO be MEMORIES, so you should have mind(memories)

In terms of starting powers, if your PORTFOLIO is MEMORIES, having memory-based powers is encouraged, also, since your DOMAIN is MIND, having mind-based powers is fine