Maybe so. There could be enough in common there to form a connection. And Danives is pretty awesome too.
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I was there and now I'm not.
How many roleplayers does it take to change a lightbulb?
Quit trying to railroad the plot, the room is perfectly fine in the dark.
How many roleplayers does it take to change a lightbulb?
Quit trying to railroad the plot, the room is perfectly fine in the dark.
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Name:
Dust, Minor God of the Desolace
Age:
Upstart
Appearance:
He takes the form of a goblin. He is thin to the point of malnourishment, tiny by human standards,
with unkempt black hair and a large nose and slightly perky pointed ears. He has large, watery, dark brown eyes.
He's probably green-skinned beneath the dust and grime. He wears a very worn, dull brown hooded robe that is
several sizes too large and held by a simple hemp cord at the waist. He would be easily mistaken for a mound of
rags if it weren't for the small wooden sword at his hip. The sword itself is simple, a training device or possibly a
child's toy, but burned to the point of charcoal, with cracks along its surface that glow amber when he summons his
power.
Nature:
Independent
Personality:
He has spent countless ages alone and normally does not seek out humanity. When he speaks, it's
with a small, raspy, nasally voice that seems to apologize for intruding upon the world. He has knowledge of life
beyond the nothing of his land, and of the war that raged between the gods long ago, but no desire to become
explicitly involved in either.
Skills and Abilities:
As a minor deity born of barren wastes and long-dead ancient ruins, he has some control over
fire and ash. His wooden sword can spout light and flames at will, and he can summon (or even transform into)
whirling clouds of ash and dust to shield himself and confound opponents. He can't be harmed by fire, whether
natural or magical, and will simply burn to ash and reform himself.
Backstory:
Black winds howled and ashes roared throughout the desolate land. A war, or possibly a blistering
drought, or maybe unfathomable and unholy magics, had torn all life from it countless ages ago. The intelligent
races avoided it believing it cursed with the hungry souls of the dead, and all other life refused to enter its
borders. In the very center of the wasteland, witnessed by no mortal or immortal spirit, a golden light flickered
briefly through the ebon storm. The everlasting clouds parted, a single ray of sunlight breaking through for the
first time in thousands of years. Dust breathed in, the cinders filling his lungs and opening his eyes. He looked up
just as the light faded and the clouds churned across the sky once more. He looked before him, mountains barely
visible at the limit of his vision. He walked.
Connections:
None so far.
Religion:
He was likely born from mortals' idle thoughts of a lonely god haunting the desolace, but has no
followers of his own. He leaves the higher gods to their petty disputes and wanders the land alone.
Nation:
His land has been dead and its history lost for centuries, and has no name beyond "the desolace" or "the
wastelands."
I'm Dud. Back in 02 I subscribed to my first roleplay forum. It was a haven from the restlessness and the desire for something more out of existence. I was scared and alone, and it gave me comfort. Time moved on and I moved on to something resembling a life. But I'm still searching. Half a year ago I became a member here. I joined several promising OOCs that fizzled before becoming RPs. And I'm still searching.
I want something original, something majestic and sweeping and challenging, someplace to tell a story and feel at home. I have two characters, sci-fi and fantasy, and want somewhere to take them, some new worlds for them to find and friends to journey alongside. I hate stereotypes, I hate fanfiction, I hate rehashing storylines and retelling the same shit all over again. Elves can be fat and loud and brutish, androids can be weaker and stupider than humans, goblins can be intelligent and cheerful and good-hearted, not every character and every world needs to come from the past.
This is the present. The future will be here soon. Anyone want to join me?
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Appearance: He stands five feet tall, small of frame but with a stern gaze and certainty of movement that speaks to the religious fervor he holds deep in his metal heart. He is garbed in a heavy black cloak with glowing, pale blue trim that matches his eyes and the electric twin lines that run down from somewhere on his scalp, bisecting his eyes, to his neck and disappear into the blue clerical collar towards his chest. He wears thin black gloves on his long fingers and lightweight black boots on his feet. His pale skin shimmers slightly, and his dark hair is artificial but messy, pushed back half-heartedly.
Name: T-301 / Brother Boom
Race: Human-built military android
Age: Over two hundred years
Gender: Male design
Personality: Humorless, but smiles on rare occasions, usually when destruction sings in his head and bad things happen to those around him. Speaks about his religion and his deity at great length and with great conviction; would have incredible charisma, if he wasn't downright insane.
Skills: Uses his mechanical influence to control and direct simple-minded, artificially-intelligent machines. Able to use nearly any explosive device he may find, from simple sticks of dynamite, to proximity mines, to powerful fusion-detonators.
Powers: Carries the only known bible for his religion in a book-holder at his waist. Draws energy from its pages and lashes out with streaks of intense blue flame.
Home: Was born on a long-forgotten world which was turned to dust following a great war. Until recently, claimed the uninhabited forest planet Aeos as his home.
Bio: Some hundred years ago, a faction of humanity consisting of military scientists and explorers settled on the untamed planet Aeos in the far western arm of the galaxy. They brought a legion of decommissioned, memory-wiped war droids with them, intending to use them as service units to do the jobs that were too difficult or dangerous for those of flesh and bone. T-301 was one of them. He was sent deep into the planet alone; the intent was to have him explore the core and capture its energy to someday utilize it to power electronics worldwide. Some say he found something that drove him insane. Others say it was a mistake to shoulder a military droid with that much responsibility. Regardless, he reemerged babbling of a great goddess at the center of the world, a being of unfathomable intent that sought to ignite the universe in flames. Referring to her as the Goddess of Annihilation and the Lady of Shrapnel, T-301 rechristened himself Brother Boom, the first and only member of the Church of the Holy Blast Radius.
Though it was planned to shut him down before any electronic infection spread, Boom escaped and fled to his "church," an absolutely massive, heavily fortified stone and steel cathedral surrounded by smoking craters and extreme radiation several miles in every direction. Built directly over the tunnel to the heart of the planet, it was instrumental in helping the insane droid carry out his goddess' plan. A team of half a dozen heroes, human and otherwise, stormed the cathedral and fought their way through Boom's legion of traps and explosive guardians to the very core of Aeos. They met him in final battle on an outcropping above the burning heart of the planet. Whether through sheer luck or divine intervention, millions of megatons of energy surged through the core, and their lives ended in a flash of light.
Recent History: After brooding for a century following the absolute annihilation of those who sought to end him, he finally turned his gaze to the sky. He launched his cathedral-starship "Iron Savior" from his abandoned home planet into space to spread his goddess' ambitions to the stars.
Race CS:
Name: T-Line Military Androids
Origin: Several centuries ago during one of humanity's many wars, behind the battle-lines on a military research base.
General Looks: Varies widely, but most are extremely human-like, save for glowing eyes and nearly transparent skin.
Language: Can be programmed with any number of languages depending on intended purpose, but usually has at least most human languages in their memory.
General Powers: Machine empathy, able to communicate easily and instantly with most intelligent machines, and give them commands if desired. May be constructed with small arms and explosive devices on hand, so to speak.
History: The T line of military androids are a small faction, intended to be entirely independent; once given their orders, they are expected to follow them for hundreds, if not thousands of years.
Technology Level: Built from human technology, intended to be stronger, faster, smarter, and more resilient than humans.
Life Expectancy: Unknown. Barring cataclysmic scenarios, could theoretically stay active for hundreds of thousands of years. Gains energy from food and sleep like humans, but can enter a hibernating state and sleep for years if food is scarce.
Name: T-301 / Brother Boom
Race: Human-built military android
Age: Over two hundred years
Gender: Male design
Personality: Humorless, but smiles on rare occasions, usually when destruction sings in his head and bad things happen to those around him. Speaks about his religion and his deity at great length and with great conviction; would have incredible charisma, if he wasn't downright insane.
Skills: Uses his mechanical influence to control and direct simple-minded, artificially-intelligent machines. Able to use nearly any explosive device he may find, from simple sticks of dynamite, to proximity mines, to powerful fusion-detonators.
Powers: Carries the only known bible for his religion in a book-holder at his waist. Draws energy from its pages and lashes out with streaks of intense blue flame.
Home: Was born on a long-forgotten world which was turned to dust following a great war. Until recently, claimed the uninhabited forest planet Aeos as his home.
Bio: Some hundred years ago, a faction of humanity consisting of military scientists and explorers settled on the untamed planet Aeos in the far western arm of the galaxy. They brought a legion of decommissioned, memory-wiped war droids with them, intending to use them as service units to do the jobs that were too difficult or dangerous for those of flesh and bone. T-301 was one of them. He was sent deep into the planet alone; the intent was to have him explore the core and capture its energy to someday utilize it to power electronics worldwide. Some say he found something that drove him insane. Others say it was a mistake to shoulder a military droid with that much responsibility. Regardless, he reemerged babbling of a great goddess at the center of the world, a being of unfathomable intent that sought to ignite the universe in flames. Referring to her as the Goddess of Annihilation and the Lady of Shrapnel, T-301 rechristened himself Brother Boom, the first and only member of the Church of the Holy Blast Radius.
Though it was planned to shut him down before any electronic infection spread, Boom escaped and fled to his "church," an absolutely massive, heavily fortified stone and steel cathedral surrounded by smoking craters and extreme radiation several miles in every direction. Built directly over the tunnel to the heart of the planet, it was instrumental in helping the insane droid carry out his goddess' plan. A team of half a dozen heroes, human and otherwise, stormed the cathedral and fought their way through Boom's legion of traps and explosive guardians to the very core of Aeos. They met him in final battle on an outcropping above the burning heart of the planet. Whether through sheer luck or divine intervention, millions of megatons of energy surged through the core, and their lives ended in a flash of light.
Recent History: After brooding for a century following the absolute annihilation of those who sought to end him, he finally turned his gaze to the sky. He launched his cathedral-starship "Iron Savior" from his abandoned home planet into space to spread his goddess' ambitions to the stars.
Race CS:
Name: T-Line Military Androids
Origin: Several centuries ago during one of humanity's many wars, behind the battle-lines on a military research base.
General Looks: Varies widely, but most are extremely human-like, save for glowing eyes and nearly transparent skin.
Language: Can be programmed with any number of languages depending on intended purpose, but usually has at least most human languages in their memory.
General Powers: Machine empathy, able to communicate easily and instantly with most intelligent machines, and give them commands if desired. May be constructed with small arms and explosive devices on hand, so to speak.
History: The T line of military androids are a small faction, intended to be entirely independent; once given their orders, they are expected to follow them for hundreds, if not thousands of years.
Technology Level: Built from human technology, intended to be stronger, faster, smarter, and more resilient than humans.
Life Expectancy: Unknown. Barring cataclysmic scenarios, could theoretically stay active for hundreds of thousands of years. Gains energy from food and sleep like humans, but can enter a hibernating state and sleep for years if food is scarce.
Thanks! I'd like to hear more details since there are others interested too. Get a basic story, possibly a character sheet, etc. PM me if you want to chat on instant messenger or something.
I'm not sure if it's what you'd be interested in, as the character isn't a goddess himself. But as a psychotic omnicidal clergyman of his own twisted religion, he could be changed to suit the scenario. Here's a summary from my notes.
Appearance: He stands five feet tall, small of frame but with a stern gaze and certainty of movement that speaks to the religious fervor he holds deep in his metal heart. He is garbed in a heavy black cloak with glowing, pale blue trim that matches his eyes and the electric twin lines that run down from somewhere on his scalp, bisecting his eyes, to his neck and disappear into the blue clerical collar towards his chest. He wears thin black gloves on his long fingers and lightweight black boots on his feet. His pale skin shimmers slightly, and his dark hair is artificial but messy, pushed back half-heartedly.
Name: T-301 / "Brother Boom"
Gender: Male
Age: Over a century, looks 30.
Race: Military Android, Human-Built
(Not So) Brief History: Some hundred years ago, a faction of humanity consisting of military scientists and explorers settled on the untamed planet Aeos in the far western arm of the galaxy. They brought a legion of decommissioned, memory-wiped war droids with them, intending to use them as service units to do the jobs that were too difficult or dangerous for those of flesh and bone. T-301 was one of them. He was sent deep into the planet alone; the intent was to have him explore the core and capture its energy to someday utilize it to power electronics worldwide. Some say he found something that drove him insane. Others say it was a mistake to shoulder a military droid with that much responsibility. Regardless, he reemerged babbling of a great goddess at the center of the world, a being of unfathomable intent that sought to ignite the universe in flames. Referring to her as the Goddess of Annihilation and the Lady of Shrapnel, T-301 rechristened himself Brother Boom, the first and only member of the Church of the Holy Blast Radius.
Though it was planned to shut him down before any electronic infection spread, Boom escaped and fled to his "church," an absolutely massive, heavily fortified stone and steel cathedral surrounded by smoking craters and extreme radiation several miles in every direction. Built directly over the tunnel to the heart of the planet, it was instrumental in helping the insane droid carry out his goddess' plans...
I can change things to fit the story better, like planets and histories and goddesses and such. Sorry to dump all this here, but like I said I don't know if PMs work.
Appearance: He stands five feet tall, small of frame but with a stern gaze and certainty of movement that speaks to the religious fervor he holds deep in his metal heart. He is garbed in a heavy black cloak with glowing, pale blue trim that matches his eyes and the electric twin lines that run down from somewhere on his scalp, bisecting his eyes, to his neck and disappear into the blue clerical collar towards his chest. He wears thin black gloves on his long fingers and lightweight black boots on his feet. His pale skin shimmers slightly, and his dark hair is artificial but messy, pushed back half-heartedly.
Name: T-301 / "Brother Boom"
Gender: Male
Age: Over a century, looks 30.
Race: Military Android, Human-Built
(Not So) Brief History: Some hundred years ago, a faction of humanity consisting of military scientists and explorers settled on the untamed planet Aeos in the far western arm of the galaxy. They brought a legion of decommissioned, memory-wiped war droids with them, intending to use them as service units to do the jobs that were too difficult or dangerous for those of flesh and bone. T-301 was one of them. He was sent deep into the planet alone; the intent was to have him explore the core and capture its energy to someday utilize it to power electronics worldwide. Some say he found something that drove him insane. Others say it was a mistake to shoulder a military droid with that much responsibility. Regardless, he reemerged babbling of a great goddess at the center of the world, a being of unfathomable intent that sought to ignite the universe in flames. Referring to her as the Goddess of Annihilation and the Lady of Shrapnel, T-301 rechristened himself Brother Boom, the first and only member of the Church of the Holy Blast Radius.
Though it was planned to shut him down before any electronic infection spread, Boom escaped and fled to his "church," an absolutely massive, heavily fortified stone and steel cathedral surrounded by smoking craters and extreme radiation several miles in every direction. Built directly over the tunnel to the heart of the planet, it was instrumental in helping the insane droid carry out his goddess' plans...
I can change things to fit the story better, like planets and histories and goddesses and such. Sorry to dump all this here, but like I said I don't know if PMs work.
I'm interested. Your mention of false goddesses made me think of an android character I've been working on for months, originally rejected from another (failed) sci-fi RP for being overpowered. I've never had responses from PMs so I don't know if they work. I'd like to hear more about what you have planned.
Yes.
Caste: Bright
Name: Dudgeon (Dud)
Race: Goblin
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Thin to the point of malnourishment, tiny by human standards, and with unkempt black hair and a large nose and slightly perky pointed ears. Large, watery, dark brown eyes. Is probably green-skinned beneath the dust and grime.
Personality: Has spent nearly his entire life around goblins (and one elf) and doesn't open up easily (or at all) to others. Often terrified of shadows. Pyrophobic. Agoraphobic. Megalophobic. When he speaks, it's with a small, raspy, nasally voice that seems to apologize for intruding upon the world. If anyone dropped their coin purse in front of him, he would be too scared to speak to them, worried they would accuse him of stealing. If would be best if he kept it for himself and put it to good use. He would justify his actions repeatedly, if only to shut out the part of him screaming at himself for being too weak to do what was right.
Spellbook:
1. Ember - A simple light spell; produces a small amber-colored ball that hovers for a minute or two
2. Echo - A camouflage spell; sound waves blur the vision of those nearby and make him harder to be seen
3. Scorch - A hissing flame is thrown from the tip of his wooden sword; can start a small fire or (more often) singe eyebrows
Inventory: Carries a small wooden toy sword, about the size of a short sword in his hands. Has some pocket change, enough for some old bread and stale beer until his parents send him some more of what little money they have. Was given a heavy gold ring with elvish writing scrawled around the outer edge, but he pawned that as soon as he jumped off the carriage into the city.
Clothing: He may be easily mistaken for a mound of rags. Wears a very roomy, very worn hooded brown robe that may have been bright red ages ago and miles away. The robe is slightly brighter around its edge, hinting at a former embroidery of some sort. Under the robe, he is wrapped with half a dozen belts full of pockets and pouches, the vast majority of which are empty save for a tiny handful of coins and crumpled paper money. Wears a simple half-laced tunic and pants beneath that. Heavily scuffed brown leather walking boots.
Other: He has nightmares. Most nights he can't remember them. When he does, it is the same dream every time. Flames, darkness, something watching him hungrily. A voice with the weight of massive slabs of stone slamming together screams "REBORN." And he is jolted awake, covered in sweat and shivering.
Notes: I have general plans for how his magic evolves. What he has now is simple, but serves a purpose. He's afraid of the dark, he dislikes attention, and he has dreams of being surrounded by fire...
This is a character I've been working on for months but I've never used him before. He has two versions of a backstory, one where he's an orphan and one where he's not. This time he has a family. He was originally 13, but you said 16-18, so I'm only pushing it a little. You didn't specify race, so I'm guessing fantasy types are acceptable. Let me know of any improvements I can make.
Name: Dudgeon (Dud)
Race: Goblin
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Thin to the point of malnourishment, tiny by human standards, and with unkempt black hair and a large nose and slightly perky pointed ears. Large, watery, dark brown eyes. Is probably green-skinned beneath the dust and grime.
Personality: Has spent nearly his entire life around goblins (and one elf) and doesn't open up easily (or at all) to others. Often terrified of shadows. Pyrophobic. Agoraphobic. Megalophobic. When he speaks, it's with a small, raspy, nasally voice that seems to apologize for intruding upon the world. If anyone dropped their coin purse in front of him, he would be too scared to speak to them, worried they would accuse him of stealing. If would be best if he kept it for himself and put it to good use. He would justify his actions repeatedly, if only to shut out the part of him screaming at himself for being too weak to do what was right.
Spellbook:
1. Ember - A simple light spell; produces a small amber-colored ball that hovers for a minute or two
2. Echo - A camouflage spell; sound waves blur the vision of those nearby and make him harder to be seen
3. Scorch - A hissing flame is thrown from the tip of his wooden sword; can start a small fire or (more often) singe eyebrows
Inventory: Carries a small wooden toy sword, about the size of a short sword in his hands. Has some pocket change, enough for some old bread and stale beer until his parents send him some more of what little money they have. Was given a heavy gold ring with elvish writing scrawled around the outer edge, but he pawned that as soon as he jumped off the carriage into the city.
Clothing: He may be easily mistaken for a mound of rags. Wears a very roomy, very worn hooded brown robe that may have been bright red ages ago and miles away. The robe is slightly brighter around its edge, hinting at a former embroidery of some sort. Under the robe, he is wrapped with half a dozen belts full of pockets and pouches, the vast majority of which are empty save for a tiny handful of coins and crumpled paper money. Wears a simple half-laced tunic and pants beneath that. Heavily scuffed brown leather walking boots.
Other: He has nightmares. Most nights he can't remember them. When he does, it is the same dream every time. Flames, darkness, something watching him hungrily. A voice with the weight of massive slabs of stone slamming together screams "REBORN." And he is jolted awake, covered in sweat and shivering.
Notes: I have general plans for how his magic evolves. What he has now is simple, but serves a purpose. He's afraid of the dark, he dislikes attention, and he has dreams of being surrounded by fire...
This is a character I've been working on for months but I've never used him before. He has two versions of a backstory, one where he's an orphan and one where he's not. This time he has a family. He was originally 13, but you said 16-18, so I'm only pushing it a little. You didn't specify race, so I'm guessing fantasy types are acceptable. Let me know of any improvements I can make.
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