Enigmatik

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Well, he wasn't getting anything out of the pirate. He was babbling nonsense about Tiamat, and whilst he was one hundred percent sure he was talking nothing but pure distilled horseshit, he wasn't going to call him out on it. No, instead he would need to work out which one of these fine, lying-through-their-teeth-fellows would be the one most liable to actually give him what he needed information-wise. And, now that he looked at them... This was going to be easier said than done.

SERIOUSLY?

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S-SWAT: Doorkicking, Demons and Drug Busts

CS

Andrew Henderson

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[24][Duststorm][M]

[5’11” 157lbs]

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General Appearance:

• Knife scar on left thigh.
  [*}Tattoo of Thresher shark on left bicep.
• Military tattoo on right bicep.
• Half-sleeve on right forearm.

Andrew eschews the normal headwear that SWAT traditionally wear. Instead, he wears a black beanie and a black ballistic mask. The rest is standard.

Psych Evaluation:
Alexander is a fairly quiet man, only really loosening up if he gets enough alcohol in him. He’s cheerful enough however- a smile on his face most of the time. Like most members of the S-SWAT team, when on the job he is quick and professional, even if his job is perhaps a little less honourable than that of his colleagues.

History:
Alexander was slap bang in the middle of the class for most of his life. He did reasonably well at sports, but was invisible in academia, never getting any sort of attention, good or bad. Feeling disregarded and ignored, he joined the army as soon as he could, then taking the 61 day combat course at Ranger School. Joining the 5th Rangers, he served for four years, leaving the military for reasons he kept private.

He migrated to New Hampshire to go somewhere out of the way, but found a deskbound security job too tiresome for him. Getting a recommendation from his old Squad Leader, he applied to the police force, and rose through the ranks to S-SWAT rapidly.

Gear CS

ROLE

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Loadout 1:

Primary: Bernelli ‘Super 90’ M3
Ammunition: Silver buckshot
Secondary: Custom made Smith and Wesson Model 29. Stainless steel with glare-reducing matte black finish. Ergonomic fibreglass and rubber grip, weighted barrel to reduce recoil. No barrel-cylinder gap and custom-made silencer. 6”5 ported barrel, and grooved cylinder.
Ammunition: Silver .44 FMJ rounds.
Gadget 1/Assault Specialist Equipment: Infiltration Kit: Grappling hook and rappel kit, lockpicking set.
Gadget 2: Spy camera
Armour: Bandit
S.T.A.K.E: Matte black finish tomahawk

Loadout 2:

Primary: Heckler and Koch MP7. Silenced.
Ammunition: Silver hollowpoint rounds.
Secondary: See above.
Ammunition: See above.
Gadget 1/Assault Specialist Equipment: Infiltration Kit: See above
Gadget 2: Smoke grenades
Armour: See above
S.T.A.K.E: See above

Loadout 3:

Primary: Sig Saur MPX. Silenced.
Ammunition: Silver hollowpoint rounds.
Secondary: See above.
Ammunition: See above.
Gadget 1/Assault Specialist Equipment: Infiltration Kit: See above
Gadget 2: Tear gas
Armour: See above
S.T.A.K.E: See above

S-SWAT: Doorkicking, Demons and Drug Busts

I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS RESPONSIBILITY.

I MAY GO MAD WITH POWER.
AHAHAHAH.

S-SWAT- Doorkicking, Demons and Drugs Busts

I have been pressured into joining. I am here.

One Fine Moscow Morning [BespeckledCeph vs Irredeemable]

The two cars shot off. Whilst at straight speed, he doubted the VW could match him, corners and congestion would be what could really trip him up. He had been practising his drifts, but even so... Never knew how things could go. Within thirty seconds they had merged with civilian traffic, and that was when the fun really started. He threw the wheel to one side, and then the other. The car was in front wheel drive, so the back end skidded out a little bit, allowing him to clear the nose of the first car he was overtaking. The nitro he had pumped in was leaving his engines, the speed he had gotten from the oxidisation wearing off- speedo creeping down ever so slightly.

Handbrake turn, onto Red Square. His wheels squealed and he spared a look up at the sights, before flashing a glance in his mirror. Where was his opponent...?

Dogs of the Faithful

@Emma

Well, as I said, I'm not LDS or even Christian, but if you want to do Wild West Inquisitors, Salt Lake is your best bet.

One Fine Moscow Morning [BespeckledCeph vs Irredeemable]

There was a touch of snow on the ground, with the estimates for the weather being a nice, round -10 degrees. Wearing a set of driving gloves, breath visibly condensing in the air, the two racers flashed each other a quick glance. The spectators were all bundled up nice and warm, and considering how fast they had appeared out of practically nowhere, he was surprised at how organised they had been. Banknotes were waved about, last minute bets going through, before a man walked onto the road, the pedestrian crossing he had been standing on beeping loudly.

He held up a makeshift checkerboard flag and raised his arms up, hyping the crowd up. It was too cold for scantily clad women- a shame, but what could you do- and then he shouted the four magic words. "Racers! Start! Those! Engines!" The words had barely left his mouth before engines began to rev. He made a last minute adjustment to his wing mirrors, taking the opportunity to see if the fact that some dipshits had keyed his ride was obvious. Thankfully, it was not, the silver streak barely visible. The rest of the car was painted a rich red, with a single black stripe running through the middle of it, looping around neatly.

The car he was racing in was his baby. Ostentatiously a 2017 Dodge Challenger, inside it had been torn up and redone almost entirely. Everything that hadn't been needed had been chucked, the engine had been souped up, and a few more personal touches had been added besides the paint job. The supercharger for one- the intake whirring away beneath him. Then, as the countdown began, his finger hovered over a switch. "FIVE!" "FOUR!" "THREE!" "TWO!" "ONE!" He revved his engine and flicked the switch at the same time. Nitrous oxide was pumped in, and perfectly timed too- the roar of the extra fuel almost drowning out the "GO!"

Bring it bitch.

The Band of Fools

I FUCKING ACCIDENTALLY RERESHED AFTER FINISHING MY CS SOBS.

The Band of Fools

WIP

Name: Sir Geoffry Halter

Gender: Male

Age: 33

Role/Position: Corporal, 33 men.

Appearance:

Personality:

Normally taciturn and morose, Geoffrey shows all the signs of long term depression and PTSD. He finds difficulty in enjoying the same things he once loved, and motivates the men under his command more by actions than flowery words or great soliloquys and speeches. Within combat, he fights recklessly and with a touch too much open- his shield kept up more as an afterthought rather than around his main style. He is always on the lookout for ambushes and traps, and his tendency to go without sleep for long periods of time means that he is almost always found on watch.

History:

WIP

Skills and Abilities:

Geoffrey is an excellent fighter- capable with handaxe, mace and sword. Personally, he prefers a good shield and an axe, but he can also work with any number of polearms or makeshift weapons. He’s also incredibly durable, feeling the effects of hunger, and his wounds, less keenly than a lesser man does. Finally, Geoffry is a man without something to return to. His wife is dead, he sold his lands, and his title of knighthood rings hollow. Combat holds no fear for him.

Weakness(es):

Cannot have a proper night’s rest. Geoffrey suffers from serious PTSD and has vivid and horrific nightmares when he does sleep. Hates sleeping and prefers to go as long as possible without, relying on the adrenaline from combat to sustain him in a fight.

Equipment:

Geoffrey owns a full set of plate armour, including helm, as well as chainmail, a gambeson, and three surcoats. His armour is kept clean mostly thanks to his squire and liberal amounts of sand and vinegar- meaning that it is clean of rust, if slightly dinged and banged. One of these surcoats is his old crusading wear, one has his personal coat of arms, and the final one is the banner of the Band of Fools. Weapon wise, he has a longsword, greataxe, handaxe, flanged mace, flail mace, arming sword and a number of daggers. He obviously does not carry most of these into battle, instead choosing based upon his foes. He also owns a number of shields, although this is more to ensure he is never caught without should one be damaged.

Finally, and curiously, Geoffry does not ride a horse. Instead, he uses a mule to carry what he needs, and walks beside it. He has never revealed if this was personal preference, or something more.

The Band of Fools

I’d like to reserve a coporal or knight for my d00d. If we can make multiple characters, then I’ll take quatermaster too.