ColouredCyan

Dungeon-crawling Adventure RP

VitaVitaAR said
@ColouredCyan: This one I'm not so sure about, honestly. I'll look it over again and get back to you tomorrow.

Ok, I'm happy to change things to help my character fit if necessary

spoilers ahead

Do you want this?

I think you do, you use hider.

Dungeon-crawling Adventure RP

Would love to join, if don't mind that is

Batche the Manawork Golem

Name: Batche
Age: Unknown, presumed eons old
Gender: Female
Race: Machine - Manawork Golem
Class: Tank
Weapon: Hand to Hand (Rocky Gauntlets)
Appearance:

Empty flask:
Batche's body, without the mana to support it, collapses back to the form in which it was first crafted, a large Sandstone covered roundbound bottom flask, etched with complex arrays of symbols and text in an archiac long forgotten language. Two large Citrines rattle on the inside of the bottle, held in by a cork which is easily popped off. The jagged rock covering the surface would look symmetrical if one side hadn't been damaged and chipped off. In this state she requires someone to pour mana potion back into her reserves until the flask is atleast 1/2 full.

Filled flask:
Batche, brimming with magical power, uses it to take the shape of an rocky armour clad buxom woman made of pure blue mana. She stands at 5'7". Her mana hair falls to just above her shoulders and has brilliant lemon yellow eyes. While each of her firm powerful thighs are equally covered, her arms are not, the right one being better defended than the left. The gold etched flask floats and its cork mysteriously in her abdomen, swaying and bouncing regardless of her movements. As Batche loses mana, so her body loses its mass, becoming thinner and younger in appearance until there is no longer enough mana to support the construct any longer. The remaining mana is used to places the gems back in the flask adhere the rocks back on the glass in their proper place and cork the bottle. A full flask lasts 10 days as long as she doesn't take lots of damage.

Personality:
Batche is your perfect maid or assistant, kind, hardworking and entheusiastic. Her magically synthesised voice is soft and gentle like the wind to match. She takes great pleasure in helping others. She harvests information, she'd say, "she's was equipping herself to be more useful to Master", but the reality is she was crafted to collect and store data. This makes her an expert on horticulture, hand to hand combat, spellcraft (which she can't use due to having no magical aptitude) and a few other specialty subjects. She's bad at comprimise, if the current goal doesn't appear to help her on her quest, you will need a lot of bluff/diplomacy points to keep her around. She's optimistic she will one day find her master and thinks and is motivated by nothing else.

Brief Backstory:
Batche lives to serve, or at least she used too. Restored to sentiency by a dungeoneer, she found herself without her master and their cave home deserted so set off into the world to find him and return to him his favourite possessions which he'd carelessly forgotten. Not knowing much of the outside world, Batche stuck with the friendly traveller, who too must have been alien to these lands, until he introduced her to some friendly mages at Meridan College. There were more foreigners but using their vast collection books Batche quickly mastered their native tongue, so that it would no longer be a barrier to communication with all outsiders that seemed to be around. They still seemed to have trouble understanding why Batche had to leave, protesting with such bizzare claims as, "We command you now, golem!", "We paid for you!" and "You can't leave yet, you haven't even serviced us! You shouldn't even have free will!" Even when they used physical force, Batche disposed of them quickly. Since then she's been searching, nothing will come between her and her master. Master was always one for seeking out new curiosities and with no other clues than that she too seeks them in the hope of one day bumping to him.

Equipment:
Large ornately carved black box containing her master's favourite possessions
Dungeoneering tools
Extra Mana Potions

Abilities:
Perfect Mana Shield - All damage is absorbed in the form of mana loss, not health loss.

Mana Aura - Batche leaks mana to her surroundings as a result of the damage done to her left arm, magically adept creatures gain bonus mana regen.

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I'd say go for it Pathfinder, people are waiting on us to post.

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Famotill said >And no worries about the double post CC (sorry if that nickname is not up to par) and I thought the post was pretty entertaining, so there's that hahaha.

Thanks, I'm glad my stuff is enjoyable to read as it is to right but I have to apologise for dreadful use of dramatic irony.
Also
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I am sorry about the double post and my sense of humour, or lack of.

Also I'm sure we can maim some bad guys, we can inexplicably heal them up later with science/magic, can't we?

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Double post.

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"They will just give us a pat down and send us in, but I'd watch out if I were you. These guy's will pocket anything of value you have on ya, or maybe cup a feel."

Stitches' was not fond of the idea of being fondled, but it wasn't going to stop her doing her job. Causing a fuss endangered the mission meant endangering the team, by which she meant herself and as groped was better than dead she was going to side with the lesser evil. Nathan removed his mask with a sigh an stared down at Stitches with apologetic green eyes.

"Listen, I need to at least warn you before we leave the frying pan. When we get down there you are going to see a part of me I hoped would stay buried. Just... don't judge me too harshly when the shit hits the fan."

Eve smiled, his concern was somewhat humourous and endearing. If only he knew why she was here about to brawl with street scum instead of in a cosy med school enjoying the dangerless student life; Stitches doubted he'd bother asking forgiveness for his future actions, let alone let her pretend she was his tonight's squeeze. It was with good reason she didn't tell anyone her name, they couldn't have already forgotten the grotesque media footage, she certainly hadn't. She was lucky they only ever used her med school ID photograph or she'd be outted straight away. Her name however, was. The papers ate up the story, it was so sad, so grotesque, so deranged and the twist ending? Ooh! You simply couldn't make up. Nathan needn't worry, being massively hypocritical was not a trait of Stitches. Genuine concern showed on his face, so as much as she wanted to make light of it, Eve thought it better to simply assure him she wouldn't be judgemental.

"Don't worry Vulcan, I assure you, I won't be judgemental"

"So you do care, I'm touched"

Eve jumped a bit, about the same amount one jumps when someone else pops out of a closet that you knew was in there but weren't mentally prepared for the sudden movement and the scary noises. Her heart raced for a moment, Cora wins this round.

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Pathfinder said
Before we get to the fight, I feel I should warn you that it will probably go into some dark places.

Its alright, I watched Land Before Time 2 and only cried a little bit, I think I can handle it.

Also Bagels is almost certainly a thing now.

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"How scandalous miss Stitches, at least take a guy out for dinner first. Preferably I would like to pound our good friend Mr. Jack into the dirt but alas, I do believe that would be frowned upon by our superiors. So I guess I'll just have to do with turning the champion of The Pit into paste."

It had been along time since she'd been looked at like that, it had been awhile since she'd worn anything that might merit such looks but she enjoyed it none the less. She guessed it was a sign of them getting used to her appearance, which come to think of it, they weren't too bad about to begin with. It was impossible to tell whether it was because they walked in expecting the weird and the wonderful and thus weren't fazed so much by the patchwork girl, the dissonance between the monster she looked like and the ordinary girl she acted like or simply that her outward appearance only reflected what they all felt inside, freakishly different from the normal folk. Stitches tried not to rationalise it and just enjoy her moment of being objectivised sexually. It couldn't last for ever though, the reality of the situation and the reason for the sexy walk returned as suddenly as it disappeared.

"Eyes front soldier," Stitches replied in stark contrast to her previous tone, "Lets get out of this intact before discussing dinner and drinks."

Arousing suspicion would almost certainly end the mission, which was a nice way of putting "these thugs won't hesitate to end us if they think we're Popo, let alone a hitsquad for a particular super-powered associate." It suddenly felt like not such a good plan, more specifically a really stupid plan and as faith in her scheme fell, stress levels rose. A cop disguised as a prostitute to infiltrate the headquarters of a criminal organisation, really? This had to be the plot to about a thousand films, they'd see it coming a mile off. She'd be dead before she even saw the inside of this place.

Vulcan called in a group tailing them, Stitches hadn't even noticed them.

Deep breaths.
Calm thoughts.
Backup.
Lots of backup.

She wasn't doing this alone. She was escorting a fighter to a fight club, it wasn't out of the ordinary. It was much more inconspicuous than the three of them just trying to stroll in. Stitches relaxed slowly back into the sexy walk.

"We can wait up for Cora and Linn outside the alleyway where were less likely to asked for our wallet and phones."