CelticSoldier

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

I'm not going for mind control, just a little, motivation. That's the only part i was planning though.

Edit - It was pretty obvious what he was doing. Anyone with experience in magic would know that he thinks he's stronger than he is.

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Can I just say how much I like Avienus as a character? Because I'm going to anyway. He's my favourite at the moment.

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Yeah, I have way too much time today. Should I just, get rid of it?

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@KoLSorry

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....wouldn't take on this task alone if I were you. We have reports of increase activity of beasts on some areas of the Old City. Better be prepare than become one more report for I to review....
Just catching the important part of the conversation, Elnariel hurried in the man's direction. At last, here was a young man with a presence of mind that seemed to exceed the vast majority of dolts that surrounded him. Of course, he seemed to always be surrounded by dolts these days. Perhaps his expectations had been lowered. Never the less, as highly capable as he was, Elnariel would need someone to watch his back as he took notes. He withdrew the small book that he was currently reading, and began to flick to the end of his notes. So many blank pages, yet to be annotated. He flipped back to the cover, 'Architecture of the Old City, Why it Just Won't Last'. It appeared to have been written quite some time ago, by a man whom he believed at the time would have been called a radical eccentric. No one knew just how right he would prove. However, by cross referencing the descriptions in the book with the architecture that he will see before him, Elnariel believes that he could craft an accurate map of the old city. A vital asset, and something that people would pay dearly for. This adventure gave him the perfect excuse to gather companions.

Tapping the man on the shoulder, he prepared to be greeted with the rough, barbaric dialect of the common adventurer. "Excuse me, but I couldn't help hearing your earlier conversation. Luckily for you," He told the man, "I am willing to accompany you into the old city, now, now," He held up a hand to stall any argument, "I will have you know that I am one of the foremost minds regarding the old city, or most anything really, and you would certainly benefit from my presence. So come, let us find perhaps a few other companions. I'm sure you're....rugged...charm will win some further assistance. But wait, where are my manners. I am Elnariel, Keeper of the Grand Library. You are?"

An Oriental Story [Martial Arts Themed RP] - LF Force Master

I know it almost goes without saying, but I'm excited for this. Can't wait 'till we have a full roster!

PRIES - Paranormal Noir RP [Always recruiting]

@Holy Soldier Okay, here's my first try. It may seem a bit stereotypical in places but, as always, I'll make what ever changes you desire.

Jace

Name: Jace Derby
Nickname:
Age: 24
Race: Warlock
Height:5’10”
Weight:170 lbs
Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde
Eye Colour: Green

Description: Jace does, at first glance, look like any high school girls dream, long flowing locks, green eyes, yadda yadda yadda. If you got close enough, you would see that his face is covered in thin scars from various fights, as well as the result of an abusive father. He is slight of build, and would have difficulty holding his own in a straight up fist fight, though he is an expert at running and hiding. (It's cooler when you don't say it like that) He does of course, like any self respecting goth themed spy, wear a black leather jacket, black T-shirt, and dark jeans most of the time, though he holds back on the make up. In fact, he doesn't even wear any jewellery. It might glint.

Visual

Visual:

Face claim

Jaime Campbell Bower (Jace - Shadow hunters)

Personality: Cool, calm and collected, Jace is well aware of his limits and ensures that he stays within them. He could be described as cold, detached, maybe a bit creepy. Yeah, he’s all of those things. He is also inanely curious, and will follow whatever the object of his curiosity through heaven and hell until he loses interest. He learned to detach himself from his emotions early on, or it just hurt more.

Background: Jace grew up in a broken household, with an abusive father, confused mother, all the usual stuff. He learned how to fend for himself on the street pretty early on, but he never got involved in any gangs or dealers. It was so much more fun just to watch. He soon learned all there was to know about all the local gangs, their leaders, their suppliers, everything. It’s a lot easier when no-one can see you.

He discovered the power when he was very young, hiding in plain sight against the wall, begging that no-one saw him. And no-one did. He’s almost certain that his mother and father never noticed, in fact, sometimes he wonders whether they are aware that he exists at all.
Getting older, he soon learned that when you hold secrets people want to keep, they become very easy to manipulate. Throughout his late teenage years, Jace came to dominate the local underground, only requiring a small light show, a spark of magic, to convince any hired thugs not to mess with him.

This, of course, was what brought the syndicate down onto him. He wasn’t given much of a choice, he could join the syndicate, or he could, well, be eradicated. Jace was only slightly pissed at being removed from his empire. They had, in fact, opened up a whole new world for him to explore, and they were going to pay him to explore it. He is a spy for the syndicate. While an agent might benefit or even attempt to make a reputation, a famous spy isn’t doing his job right. He has excelled at his task, and many raids have been pulled off flawlessly, the enemy having no idea that they had been infiltrated.

Since joining, Jace has been a major asset, and a headache to his superiors, as he is prone to getting bored and wandering off. He’s been warned that next time, he’ll face sanctions. He restrains his use of magic to relatively minor tricks and illusions, not willing to take the risk that comes with greater power. Why should he? He doesn’t need it.

Weapon(s): Heckler & Koch HK45 compact
         
Wolf biter - A silver longsword purchased at some cost, Jace then imbued it with magical properties to make it harder, sharper, but above all, invisible to an ordinary human eye. The ritual took a lot out of him, and he has never tried anything like it since.

Armoured Jacket - Not exactly heavy stuff, but the black leather jacket he wears has thin metal plates over his vital areas. A life saver in a knife fight.

Skills: Detached - Jace is almost not inside his own mind, rather, an observer to it. Some people may call him insane, but it allows him to detect any abnormalities and illusions, and rationalise them. Any attempt to subtly influence Jace with magic or other supernatural means, or cause him to see illusions, will fail. Note: He will still see the illusion, but anything to overt, and he’ll know its fake. He's still susceptible to outright hostile mind control.

Swordsman - He’s not going to spend that much money on a sword, and then not learn how to use it.

Interrogation - Sometimes, blackmail just doesn’t work, and he has to resort to...other methods. Having perfected his craft over the course of his syndicate career (even if it’s not technically allowed) given time, Jace can make anyone talk.

Free runner - What do you do, when the bad guy gets in a car, and you don’t have one? Take a short cut. Jace is a very proficient free runner, and it is one of the only instances when he is prone to showing off. Even if no-one's watching.

Power(s): Invisibility - Over a lifetime of practice, Jace can perform this almost effortlessly. However, there are, as always, limitations. Any longer than 10 minutes, and he starts to strain. Half an hour is the max if he wants to recover in the same day. When he goes invisible, everything he is carrying does also, as well as, if he choses, one other person he is touching, though it is a considerable strain for him.

Light show - James knows how to use magic to intimidate. Glowing swords, fire balls, all the epic, scary stuff. Some of it even does damage. He also does amazing fireworks.

Magic - Like all warlocks, Jace possesses the ability to take it to the next level, he just chooses not to.

Incognito - Jace excludes a magical aura that minutely affects a person's mind. As long as he doesn’t speak or move into their direct line of vision, the seem to just, forget that he’s there. This is always on, even if he doesn’t want it to be.

I'll try and make it pretty if it goes in the character section.

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Right, I've posted IC. I've not been very active around the OOC, so if you're surprised I'm here...surprise! Hopefully I'll be more active as we move away from CSing and into the story. Let's go!

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"Bother" frowned Elnariel, scanning the crowd in front of him. He had hoped that perhaps there would not be as much interest as this. It may be difficult to even find where he was supposed to go. "Bother." He said again. He had, of course, known of the so-called 'disappearances' for some time, as he kept a particularly close tabs on all the major market places. At the time, he had dismissed it as nothing of interest, likely some drunks being murdered some place...but the old city? Why take someone there? The answer was obvious in that they probably didn't want to be seen...but why? Of course, the bigger question was why he hadn't known until it was posted on the bulletin board. He would have to have a word with his local informants.

He strode forwards towards the crowd, ebony cane clicking on the cobbles. A few people gave him strange looks at his choice of attire, but Elnariel didn't overly mind their gawking. Which, by the way, he thought to be very rude. Scanning the crowd, he made sure that the various other informants were in position. He wasn't expecting a fight, it was more of a habit. Threats didn't make you very many friends, and he reasoned that death would dramatically impede his research. Thus, he took precautions. With luck, his informants would warn him of trouble before it arrived.

After a period spent wondering if any of the idiots milling around actually had any idea where to go, Elnariel decided that the only one appearing to take a pro-active course of action was a strange, raggedy looking man with a deck of cards. A chronic gambler, no doubt, but if he were to discover something Elnariel didn't know, he might as well keep close. He did have a certain interest in gamblers anyhow, the way in which they could read the odds was quite remarkable. Elnariel was willing to take any risk that he was.

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Okay, the next GM post is up! No particular post order, but post only once, and feel free to interact with the other characters during that post. Once everyone's posted, we're off to Lustria!