Das Auto

Streets of Champaign- A Call Of Cthulhu based Adventure!

Parkland College!

What had Doctor Basil T. Cunningsworth, esteemed professor, done to deserve this? Here he was, the darling of higher education in Great Britain, the point of reference for all matters academical, and he was reduced to educating a motley band of baseball obsessed reprobates on the finer points of applying pencil to paper! Pah! Community college! One would receive better education at an Australian car wash!

"Now see, if you'll observe the application of light to the clear... I SAID GOOD DAY!" Professor Cunningsworth suddenly bellowed towards the braying, bothersome brutes brawling boisterously beyond his classroom door! Bollocks! Honestly the standards of students had dropped sharply ever since the local authorities had instructed him to stay inside! How dare they! Professor Cunningsworth was a man of SCIENCE! A man of ADVENTURE! In fact the only reason he hadn't gone outside to give the constables what-for was his students dogpiling him! On one hand, he had been furious! Furious! One never stands between a gentleman and a goal! On the other, it gave him the first inkling of hope and faith for the minds of Americans. Wanting him to teach them further! Why of course he would do so! Of course he was proven wrong almost immediately, but by then his door had been locked. LOCKED.

With that ghastly matter now attended to, he turned back to his shambles of a classroom, resembling more of a small fort than an esteemed establishment of effective education. "Now now, come out from under your desks, students!" he instructed most soothingly as only an elderly gentleman could. "Refraction, contrary to popular opinion, is not terrifying!"

There was a quiet whimper from under one of the desks.

"Nonsense, Stibbons," said Professor Cunningsworth to the whimper, who's name was in fact Harold. Good, British name, that Harold. Unfortunately he carried the potential of all other Americans. That is, none. "It is merely the application of light to a clear surface in a manner that causes the light to bend! How remarkable! The light, in fact, bends more than the principal of Oxford, whom I daresay was something of a yardstick in his rigidity! I remember one occasion wherein I asked him for additional funding to the science lab as we were in dire, DIRE need of additional resources and he told me, if I were so desperate, I would pay for it myself! What pish posh! How dare he! I decided that in order to get my funding I would regale to him the tale of my time in the Swiss Alps, when I was skiing as any gentleman would and hit a rock..."

The banging on the door continued.

Streets of Champaign- A Call Of Cthulhu based Adventure!

Name: Professor Basil T. Cunningsworth, Ph. D

Age: 61

Occupation: Oxford University professor, lecturer, teacher.

Skills: When it comes to lecturing, Basil possesses a thoroughly uncanny ability to bore people into submission. His ability to go on a long-winded rambling tirade about absolutely nothing borders on the supernatural. As a matter of fact, it's quite likely his utterly dreary tales of his holidays to the Canadian alps or the minutae of milk quantities in perfectly boiling tea would put even Nyarlathotep to sleep.

Basil is also a font of knowledge about almost everything. He's seen it all and done it all. Just try not to pass out when he tries to explain it, as many of his students did three years ago at Oxford when he was explaining the difference between microbiological organisms and minibiological contaminants, as one can so easily tell by investigating...

Fixed in his ways and rather old, Basil tends to avoid being affected by mind-breaking sanity reducing effects by deeming it utter pish-posh, not worth mentioning, or ignoring it entirely as clearly it can't be real and he was merely remembering that one time back in the Canadian alps (alps for days) where he was skiing and saw a rather large...

He's also a rather dab hand, I daresay, at gentlemanly boxing a la Queensbury rules. Tally ho, ruffians!

Faults: Unfortunately Basil is an old man. This means he's stuffy, long winded, and not exactly in his physical prime. As an old man, clearly age outranks power and as such he's far more likely to give any horrible entity from beyond the void a good tongue-lashing as clearly they can't withstand the wit and jibes from an Oxford professor, much like his dear aunt Beatrice, rest her soul, used to give all of the religious people at the front door whenever they came about for donations and I daresay they often turned tail and ran because dear Beatrice was a very firm talker and...

History: Basil has a long and storied history of globe-trotting and dramatic adventures. If you've heard of it, he's done it, or so he says. Right now he is currently on holiday to the Colonies, on a well deserved break from ignorant students at Oxford. Children these days! Pah!

Equipment: I daresay, Basil always carries with him a selection of notebooks that he uses to store notes on important things, like the names of various brandys in the cellar currently hosting a dimensional horror.

Streets of Champaign- A Call Of Cthulhu based Adventure!

Still awaiting my approval.

Streets of Champaign- A Call Of Cthulhu based Adventure!

@Das Auto What exactly are his skills? Knowledge of biology and stuff like that? Also, keep in mind this is 1975, I don't think they had tablets yet.

@Lord Orgasmo

Fairly sure they did. Brand new invention at the time. Still, notebooks suit the character better so I made a quick edit.

He's a knowledge source primarily. There's enough fighters around and we don't need any more.

Streets of Champaign- A Call Of Cthulhu based Adventure!

Name: Professor Basil T. Cunningsworth, Ph. D

Age: 61

Occupation: Oxford University professor, lecturer, teacher.

Skills: When it comes to lecturing, Basil possesses a thoroughly uncanny ability to bore people into submission. His ability to go on a long-winded rambling tirade about absolutely nothing borders on the supernatural. As a matter of fact, it's quite likely his utterly dreary tales of his holidays to the Canadian alps or the minutae of milk quantities in perfectly boiling tea would put even Nyarlathotep to sleep.

Basil is also a font of knowledge about almost everything. He's seen it all and done it all. Just try not to pass out when he tries to explain it, as many of his students did three years ago at Oxford when he was explaining the difference between microbiological organisms and minibiological contaminants, as one can so easily tell by investigating...

Fixed in his ways and rather old, Basil tends to avoid being affected by mind-breaking sanity reducing effects by deeming it utter pish-posh, not worth mentioning, or ignoring it entirely as clearly it can't be real and he was merely remembering that one time back in the Canadian alps (alps for days) where he was skiing and saw a rather large...

He's also a rather dab hand, I daresay, at gentlemanly boxing a la Queensbury rules. Tally ho, ruffians!

Faults: Unfortunately Basil is an old man. This means he's stuffy, long winded, and not exactly in his physical prime. As an old man, clearly age outranks power and as such he's far more likely to give any horrible entity from beyond the void a good tongue-lashing as clearly they can't withstand the wit and jibes from an Oxford professor, much like his dear aunt Beatrice, rest her soul, used to give all of the religious people at the front door whenever they came about for donations and I daresay they often turned tail and ran because dear Beatrice was a very firm talker and...

History: Basil has a long and storied history of globe-trotting and dramatic adventures. If you've heard of it, he's done it, or so he says. Right now he is currently on holiday to the Colonies, on a well deserved break from ignorant students at Oxford. Children these days! Pah!

Equipment: I daresay, Basil always carries with him a selection of notebooks that he uses to store notes on important things, like the names of various brandys in the cellar currently hosting a dimensional horror.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

Name: The Blacker Baron (stop starin')

Universe: Anarchy Reigns

Appearance: "We don't get ridiculed, we get rid of fools!"

Personality: Congenial, talkative, loud and ridiculously fly, The Blacker Baron is a comical figure that belies just how dangerous he really is. It's said that his presence enters a room before he does. He firmly believes he is the greatest thing since sliced bread. Though he would loudly disagree, the only thing larger than his fists is his ego. He's a bit of a jackass.

Powers/Skills:
Super Sexy Fists of Fire, Baby! - Where The Blacker Baron's forearms should be are two giant golden gauntlets, which according to Jack Cayman he obtained from a "pyromaniac sex-freak". Potent on their own, when activated, eagles burst out of where his wrists would be (not literal eagles, just statues) and they are engulfed in flame. To put it bluntly, The Baron hits like a mack truck. The problem is that he doesn't actually have fingers. Whoops!

Other Cyber Bits - The Baron isn't just a cyborg in fists only. His eyes are enhanced and glow red, though it's hidden by his glasses, and he has numerous implants that boost his already considerable toughness to superhuman levels. Not only that, they make him surprisingly quick. While from a distance he's useless, up close, he's like a blender.

Brief Bio: The Blacker Baron has a history as a bounty hunter and is known to have been constantly at odds with Jack Cayman, a fellow hunter. Noted for bringing back all his marks dead. He and Jack pursued Max, a crazed former law enforcement officer but the bounty was rescinded when other elements came into play. He has a partnership with Matilda, a female cyborg from the neck down who doesn't talk too much, perfect for the overly excitable Baron.

Despite being dressed like a pimp and claiming to be "your favorite pimp's favorite pimp's pimp", there is no evidence that he actually is a pimp.

Equipment: The Blacker Baron possesses his aforementioned fists, as well as other cybernetic mods detailed above. Apart from that, he mainly wears his super sexy pimp duds, bling, and hat.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

Dimensional travel isn't permitted for this RP. On top of that, he has a lot of mind control abilities that make him pretty much unacceptable, since there's no real limits on them from what I can tell.

This is right from the main GM, @Grey Star.

Personally I'm also not a fan of a character in an RP who can just immediately access anyone's secrets, as well.

@VitaVitaAR

I figured as much. Though it seems you missed the bit about him being confined to the island. Still, I'm nitpicking. I've got something even better.

Stop starin'!

Name: The Blacker Baron (stop starin')

Universe: Anarchy Reigns

Appearance: "We don't get ridiculed, we get rid of fools!"

Personality: Congenial, talkative, loud and ridiculously fly, The Blacker Baron is a comical figure that belies just how dangerous he really is. It's said that his presence enters a room before he does. He firmly believes he is the greatest thing since sliced bread. Though he would loudly disagree, the only thing larger than his fists is his ego. He's a bit of a jackass.

Powers/Skills:
Super Sexy Fists of Fire, Baby! - Where The Blacker Baron's forearms should be are two giant golden gauntlets, which according to Jack Cayman he obtained from a "pyromaniac sex-freak". Potent on their own, when activated, eagles burst out of where his wrists would be (not literal eagles, just statues) and they are engulfed in flame. To put it bluntly, The Baron hits like a mack truck. The problem is that he doesn't actually have fingers. Whoops!

Other Cyber Bits - The Baron isn't just a cyborg in fists only. His eyes are enhanced and glow red, though it's hidden by his glasses, and he has numerous implants that boost his already considerable toughness to superhuman levels. Not only that, they make him surprisingly quick. While from a distance he's useless, up close, he's like a blender.

Brief Bio: The Blacker Baron has a history as a bounty hunter and is known to have been constantly at odds with Jack Cayman, a fellow hunter. Noted for bringing back all his marks dead. He and Jack pursued Max, a crazed former law enforcement officer but the bounty was rescinded when other elements came into play. He has a partnership with Matilda, a female cyborg from the neck down who doesn't talk too much, perfect for the overly excitable Baron.

Despite being dressed like a pimp and claiming to be "your favorite pimp's favorite pimp's pimp", there is no evidence that he actually is a pimp.

Equipment: The Blacker Baron possesses his aforementioned fists, as well as other cybernetic mods detailed above. Apart from that, he mainly wears his super sexy pimp duds, bling, and hat.

Other: The Blacker Baron swears. A lot. If this is a problem the character can't be played, as it's fundamental to his character.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

Name: Jace Beleren

Universe: Magic: The Gathering

Appearance: "Why fight the body when you can dominate the mind that rules it?"

Personality: Jace is calm, collected, serious, and dangerously intelligent, though occasionally decadent and troubled by mistakes of the past. He's also pragmatic and an opportunist, making him a very dangerous fighter entirely unafraid to tip the odds in his favour. He is always planning and coming up with strategies, but is not opposed to improvising if needed and working on the fly. He has a penchant for being deadpan and understated, which combined with his serious personality can lead him to unknowningly say some very funny things.

Jace is focused on living the life of an individual as opposed to being just a cog in a machine, and very secure in the knowledge that he is a very clever person, tending not to respect those who cannot challenge his mind. This can often lead to him becoming dismissive, condescending, or just an outright prick to said people, or if they're just annoying or boring him. If given a duty, he will perform it as long as it's need if it doesn't interfere with his desire to remain an individual, even if he chafes under the responsibility.

Powers/Skills:
Inborn Telepathy - Jace was born with the ability to read and manipulate minds, but had to train for many years to be able to filter what he was hearing. As it has been many years since he mastered it, he is able to read surface thoughts and dig for information in the minds of all but the most strong-willed individuals. This can backfire on him, as reading a mind too powerful or too alien can cause him serious mental damage, so he uses the ability cautiously.

Mind Mage - Jace is an expert on mental manipulation, counters, illusions, and all around magical trickery. This results in a very strategic and precise form of spellcasting that often results in an opponent being completely blindsided as they're hit with their worst fears, fighting an enemy that isn't there, or find their spells fizzling before they reach the planeswalker. There's no such thing as secrets to Jace, only ammunition. It is possible to disrupt Jace's spellcasting by provoking an emotional response, as the blue mana he uses is hampered by emotion, but he tends to keep a very cool head.

Planeswalker - As a planeswalker, Jace is natively capable of moving between planes. As he is also a very powerful mage and has had his spark activated for many years, he is capable of moving other living things between planes as well, though it requires significant amounts of concentration. Despite being trapped on the island, it is made up of a patchwork of planes and Jace is able to planeswalk between each represented universe, though not from point A to point B within the same one. It is worth noting that his planeswalking ability is not magic so much as an innate ability, and cannot be prevented by anti-magic beyond what is trapping him on the island.

Brief Bio: Jace Beleren was born on the plane of Vryn, where his telepathy caused him no shortage of problems straight from the outset. Quickly he was apprenticed to Alhammarret, a wise sphinx and an expert on blue mana where he learned to both control his mind and control the precise form of magic. However, Alhammarret was not the mentor he claimed to be, and was using Jace as a tool to steal information and sell it, wiping his mind of the event afterward. Jace himself had awoken to his planeswalker spark years ago, but Alhammarret had wiped his memory of that event too. When Jace found out, he selectively started wiping his memory and keeping physical notes so Alhammarret could not take the knowledge. Eventually, they reached a breaking point and master and student fought. Jace, as a prodigy, destroyed Alhammarret's mind so thoroughly that the sphinx forgot how to breathe, and Jace sacrificed most of his memories of the past in the battle.

The trauma of this duel caused his planeswalking power to react automatically and he was dumped on Ravnica, far from Vryn, remembering nothing but his name and the power he wielded. Ravnica soon became a second home to the young man, and he spent many years working as an operative for the Consortium and another planeswalker named Tezzeret doing dirty deeds dirt cheap. Though he spent much of his time on Ravnica, he spent many years on other planes for all manner of business. Eventually, he broke from the Consortium after Tezzeret pushed his morals one too many times and he became a wanderer.

It was at this point, before his arrival on Zendikar, that Jace was snatched and dropped on the island.

Equipment: Jace only carries with him the clothes on his back. Everything else he obtains as needed.