Ya know, that's a distinct possibility. I mean the succubus does get preggers, and she's been fucking Malkai's ancestors for generations. But best not to think too much about the possible implications of her "children".
It's a bloody miracle that your character has more teeth than toes :P I can't wait until some other character finds out that your character is born of a demon. The manure will hit the windmill...
Fair enough. I know for my guy he essentially gets an unwanted erection, what with the nature of the succubus and to make sexual interactions for my character problematic. Why boners for everyone!
Question, cuz I saw how you reacted to the half-elf question. Do we have to have a human character or are other fantasy races a thing? I have no qualm about making a human character, it doesn't change the idea I got in my head, but I would like to know what limitations I have when making a character.
Not that I know the mind of the gm or anything... I believe that the reasoning behind the half-blood thing is that it could be used to give that character a decisive edge against the Nightkin that the other characters (all human) doesn't have. The point of the RP is to see how people at the bottom fights against those above them. As such, playing a "fantasy race" would level the playing field somewhat. Please note that the gm doesn't even want us to humanise the humanoid Nightkin.
With that said, I think that a strong case for playing another race might change the gm's mind.
@Zeroth Yes. Just like we talked about. I tried to define it a bit better here and even put in the bit about it not working on everyone to "ground it" a bit more. Makes it a bit more believable and realistic.
Name: Seth of Valeria. (Technically the Duke of Valeria) Age: 21. Gender: Male.
Personality: The most apparent feature of Seth’s personality is his charisma. He is a true nobleman, able to charm people left and right. He has a way with worlds and a sort of natural authority that makes people pay attention to him. On top of this, he also has IT. No one can specify or explain what IT is, yet everyone know. Something about him makes women weak, and men jealous of his very being. IT does not work on everyone, but a surprising amount of people will either like or dislike Seth on a first glance because of it. Coupled with his own natural charm and charisma, Seth can often choose whether he will spend the night alone or with someone.
Born a nobleman, Seth was handed the world on a silver platter. He is used to getting what he wants and can sometimes act very childishly. while he is an educated and intelligent man, he is emotionally immature and sometimes very naive.
Backstory: The house of Valeria was once strong and influential. We were noblemen, rich, beautiful, powerful. Then the Nightkin came. First they laid siege to the estate of Valeria, cutting off all communications with the outside world. We endured their fear. They climbed the walls and attacked our soldiers. We battled their onslaught. They ran through the estate, slaying our servants with their claws and fangs and horns. We defended the weak. They killed my beloved. I fell into despair.
Seth of Valeria was born as the third son of Duke Thors III of Valeria. As the third son, Seth was never destined to take over the title, estate or fortune of his father. All that was meant for his oldest brother, Ian. The second son was to be educated, he would become a priest and a spiritual leader for every man and woman in Valeria. The third son would get nothing. In order for him to live a life of dignity and relative comfort he was promised a position as officer in the army, it came with a price, but it was nothing for a Duke. While his brothers learned how to become gentlemen, quote poems and dance, Seth was taught how to fight with a longsword, ride a warhorse and plan strategies to win battles. He lived well, got along with his brothers and sisters and his parents. The siblings would often keep each other company on their spare time and pass along any insight or lesson they had been taught. They could talk about poetry for hours, even Seth who only learned through his siblings. They could spar, ride, talk politics and gossip. Over all, it was a very good life, and Seth never realised just how sheltered they were until it was too late.
One day when Seth was 16, he found himself engaged to the daughter of another nobleman. Her name was Elena. They had met before and was quite taken with each other. Life was good. One night shortly after the engagement Seth was wandering about the estate, as he used to do every now and then. This night he came across a strange man in one of the hallways. It was a tall, handsome man with dark hair and strangely piercing eyes. His clothes were all black and made from a strange material that made them flow and tumble around in the non-existing breeze, but without making any sound. They stood watching each other in silence for a moment. Seth too surprised to act, and the stranger watching with interest. To relieve the tension Seth did what he always did and smiled, he got a smile in return, but that smile held no friendship. Then a thought hit the young noble. They had no guests at the moment, and only a skeleton crew on hand during the night. This person was an intruder. As he called out the intruder with a loud cry, the stranger swiftly produced a rapier from his belt and advanced with almost impossible speed. Being caught without a weapon handy Seth grabbed the first thing he could think of, a chair, and hurled it with all his might at his assailant. The stranger, however, barely seemed to notice the obstacle and cleared it with a leap that had him almost touching the roof. He came down with a stab, and caught Seth just above the heart. The nobleman screamed out in pain and grabbed the blade to pull it out, but the stranger pushed much harder than him. Footsteps, rustling armor and weapons. The stranger pulled out his sword after an eternity and slapped Seth over the head with the dull side of it. He woke up in his bed, the servants had found him alone, bleeding, in the hallway. It was a small wound, and it had already stopped bleeding when the sun came up. When the sun went down, the wound had formed the mark. That following night would be forever burned into Seth’s memory as the Night of Demons.
I remember it like it happened just yesterday, even though I was only a boy. 16 years old, not yet a man. I was engaged to a beautiful woman, Elena. We were in love and was to be married later that year, when the leaves turned red. But the demons broke the walls and stormed the city. My father was among the first who fell, my brother came next. My master drew his sword and rushed head first into the advancing horde. His every strike, stab and sweep felled one of the Nightkin, to him they did not matter. His blade kept moving even if it had to cut several of the beasts in one swing. A truly magnificent sight. But there was no time to enjoy his swordsmanship this day. He had attacked so furiously for only one reason, to buy me some time to get Elena out through the secret passage. But they had found it first.
As I gently lowered my beloved down into the hidden tunnel that would take her to the edge of the city, to safety, she was pulled down into the darkness. I heard her scream echo in the darkness. With my father’s sword, the blade of Valeria, in my hand I went in after her. The tunnel was big, dark and empty, so I ran. I knew the maze by heart and ran for the exit as fast as I could. Suddenly I heard steps up ahead and the whimper of my beloved. I held my sword high and yelled “Let her go free, fiends! Face me!”
Then they came at me. I could not say how many they were, I just started to cut them down. Like my master had shown me, I kept the blade in motion, I let it cut through the enemy without hesitation and spilled the blood of many fiends that day. When the Nightkin were slain I looked around for my beloved. I found her bleeding and dying further along the tunnel. The beasts had put a blade through her chest. We were alone, I could hear the chaos above, people running, screaming, trying to get away, but we were truly alone. I tore a piece of her dress and tried to stop the bleeding. I sincerely believed that if I could just keep the blood inside her we’d find someone who knew what to do outside the tunnel. The bleeding would not stop. I tried everything, but the blood just kept coming. After a while she reached up, touched my cheek and left me behind.
I carried her lifeless body out of the dark tunnel and away from Valeria, I did not stop until we came to the closest village. They helped me bury her under a tree, She had always loved trees.
After the night of demons everything that mattered was gone. Seth went back to Valeria a few days later, but the estate was in ruins. Bodies everywhere, even the cattle and dogs had been slain. He was all alone, everything from his former life was either dead or burned. He had no skills that would earn him money to stay alive except his sword and hatred of the Nightkin. He gathered as much money as he could carry, and a few heirlooms that he couldn’t let the looters have, and left. Seth of Valeria became a mercenary, taking every mission he could to scrape together a few coins, of course favouring those that involved slaying Nightkin or aiding those in need.
He met the stranger many times between the Night of Demons and now, and found out who, or what he is. A Vampire named Talon. Talon would stay in the shadows, occasionally letting himself be seen by Seth and/or other humans. Every now and then he will watch as Seth seduces a fair maiden and brings her into his chamber for the night. Come morning, she will be gone.
Equipment: Seth does not carry much equipment. While he is a reasonably intelligent man, he doesn’t trust that voodoo-stuff with his life. He carries: The Blade of Valeria - A twohanded sword passed down the Valeria family for generations. A dagger - For close combat stabbing. Chainmail - Great for making it through the night. Heavy gauntlets - These gauntlets can easily stop a blade or similar attacks. Valerian locket - A gold locket with the picture of his sister in it. A small pack with necessities such as food, some money, tools for maintaining his weapons and his clothes.
Other: Though quite unusual, Seth has a kind of relationship with “his” Nightkin. They meet every now and then, talk, fight, stare, make faces… Seth is aware what kind of a monster he has been marked by. Despite the fact that Seth regularly picks out Talon’s next victim, he cannot stop seeking attention and comfort from the breasts of women.
Being a nobleman and relatively well brought up, Seth minds his speech. He will never use contracted words (such as can’t) and will always pronounce the whole thing (cannot).
I started a game that was a lot like this a long time ago. I love the concept and I think tying it to Berserk and similar dark "works" is a great idea. I'm not sure I can give my interest as a player just yet as I have a hectic period in my life coming soon, but I will give my interest as a follower and reader.
There is no good reason to assume the Android will possess the capacity to enter the tournament with any expectation of victory in the short time period available to it, even if one assumes that it manages to find out that there's even a tournament going on before then. It's been implied that much of its story arc will take place on Earth regardless, at least early on, but either way, entering the tournament currently seems to be far out of reach for it.
The only wild card I can think of is Harkon, who may be compelled to enter the tournament by the voice in his head that was previously Limac. However, since it has not yet been suggested by Halvtand that he will enter the tournament at any point, I cannot assume he will do so; thus, I shall assume that he won't for the time being, and even if he does, he certainly isn't affiliated with the Arcosians at this time.
I'd say you are entirely correct. The android will travel across earth for the moment, get in small fights with NPCs until it's viable to get a PC-PC encounter. Throwing this character into the tournament would pretty much be like pressing delete. First fight and he's garbage, alone on an alien world literally light years away from spare parts. Harkon could be pointed toward the tournament either by the voice or by some external means. Example: Harkon still has friends amongst the saiyans of CC from the galactic war, if one or more of them should go to the tournament they might be able to persuade Harkon to accompany them, at least it would take him far away from the "mad scientists" that held him captive. I can work with this in mind if we need more player characters in the tournament.
Paging @Halvtand. After reading the description for your Android, I realize you probably had your own ideas for introducing them - but if you are currently lacking/would like to explore alternate avenues, I left an opening for their introduction in my post as one of the Androids tasked with exploring the Estate. Being a creation of the old Regime of the RR army, either Royal Robotics or the Royal Army might be using that particular task in order to evaluate how trustworthy/effective they are.
But if that's not what you had in mind, it's not problem. I can proceed regardless. I just thought I would make the offer so long as I was using androids at all in the first place.
Thanks for the offer, I probably would've gone for it if I didn't get another idea from reading your post. I'd like to run an idea by you. We'll set up an encounter, your guy has a couple of droids of the same model as my guys, I guess someone else found a warehouse or something, doesn't matter. They're doing the sweep when my character shows up and basically takes over the role of master, thus removing all those droids from your command. My character then wants to leave with the droids and live happily ever after and... Yeah, what do you think?
The android knew nothing of the world as it opened its eyes for the first time. Text and shapes danced over the scenery for a second as its subsystems analysed everything. At first it could only stand there and watch as words like “structural integrity”, “organic life form” and “lumen” appeared, were given a number and then disappeared again. It was not alone, something was there with him. A “humanoid”, “male” the words flashed as a reticule locked on to the organic life form and assigned a number to the entry “power level”, 4. Another subsystem booted up, analytical circuits in the androids arms and legs began to run diagnostic tests. The left field of vision filled with rapidly scrolling text, names for different body parts, motors and circuits; programs and drivers. Each entry was followed by a percentage, starting at zero and rising too fast for the android to see any individual number. At the same time the humanoid poked around in another part of the room, a computer screen pulsed red and black not far from him, he was moving fast and carelessly. He ripped drawers out of desks and spilled the contents all over the floor, occasionally bending over to pick up a small trinket, soon the whole room was a mess. The male turned around sharply and found himself staring into the glowing eyes of the android, he flinched and backed away just as the computer screen changed from a pulsating red/black to a steady green. Mechanical clasp loosened their grip on the android’s body and allowed the motors in its legs to take the weight before letting go completely. In less than a second the male had produced a weapon and aimed it at the android. “What are you?” He asked. A loading bar appeared in front of the android, “Loading dictionary”. He didn’t wait, the first shot went off almost immediately after he’d spoken. A myriads of subsystem came to life in an instant. Before the bullet hit the android’s left shoulder it had been analysed and its speed, force, and composition determined, as well as the fact that the projectile could not harm it. The bullet simply bounced off and slammed into the wall behind it. “Answer me!” The male demanded and corrected his aim, this time going for the head. The dictionary had loaded up, but the systems responsible for producing speech sounds were far down on the list of prioritised systems. It could only understand, not reply. The android raised his hand to appear non-threatening, but it only prompted the male to squeeze the trigger once more. A tracker appeared and highlighted the tiny projectile as it cut through the air. The android’s hand moved almost by itself to intercept, but the systems hadn’t been completely linked yet. The bullet hit its target and forced the android’s head back. Not one to push a conversation, the male let loose again. Two more bullets were swatted at ineffectively before the linking software had done its duty. The android moved like lightning and slapped the fifth bullet out of the way, sending it straight into the green computer screen. The sixth was caught, as was the seventh and each after that. Once the weapon had emptied its clip the android opened its hand and let the captured bullets fall to the ground. Eyes wide as saucers, the male stumbled backwards, fell over and then scrambled to his feet. A part of the wall disappeared and revealed a long corridor leading away and slightly upward. The male ran, and the piece of wall slid back. The android wanted to follow, but was unsure if it’d be able to take a single step. Better to wait until all systems were operational.
Darkness enveloped the room. It was quiet. Probably night time. Harkon was supposed to be asleep, but the last week or so he’d been unable to shut his eyes even for a moment. If he let his eyelids drop he’d be subjected to the worst torture imaginable in the form of nightmares so real that they left scars on his body that would take several minutes to heal properly. He prefered being awake, he’d refused to be sedated even for the most grueling and ruthless of operations. Many of the human scientists had hesitated, or left the room once he’d started to scream. They’d cut up every inch of his body, they’d cut off pieces of his organs for testing and left him to heal himself, they’d shocked him with electricity, dipped his fingers in acid and ice, talked for hours without pause and shown him imaged of everything from starving children to playing puppies. They’d done anything they could to get any kind of response. They’d said that they were looking for a reason. Why could Harkon contain the corruption without being touched by it himself? How? Was he special in some way? Was it the fusion technique? Was there a way to save all Namekians from the corruption? Harkon had let them. Heäd suffered in silence while their scalpels tore through his skin. He’d bitten his tongue when they removed his whole arm and assured them that he’d be able to grow a new one. But no longer. Back then he’d been able to speak. Limac still spoke softly to him as the humans turned off the lights. That had hanged. Haron was unsure how and why, if the tests had somehow provoked the corruption, or it it had just been a matter of time. The nightmares had come, first one night per week, then two, three, four… Limac still spoke to him, offering comfort and advice, it had felt good even though everything he wanted was to be held tightly. Three days ago Limac stopped talking. There was still a voice, and it sounded like Limac, but it was not he. Limac was a warrior, but also a harmonious soul. This new voice was angry, menacing. It threatened Harkon in the dark hours of the night. It showed him horrible images and told him that Limac was suffering unworldly pains because of him. No more. He couldn’t take it any more. The voice was too strong. It could not be silenced. “I want out of here, out of this room, out of this body.” The voice said. “I’ll get out of here, step aside, weakling.”
Normally Harkon would’ve fought, he had to stay, to help his race. But he felt his consciousness being pushed back, and something else come to the front. He lost all control, and could only watch helplessly as his body forcefully broke all constraints. It ripped the enforced door out of the wall and threw it against the humans that had been assigned to guard his room. Harkon’s body made it’s way through the underground base like it knew every inch of the place. It slaughtered everyone who came in his way, regardless if they were a threat or not. Even those that turned and ran were chased down and beaten to death. Harkon had seen war, he’d been told that “war is hell”. But no, war was horrible. Hell was being trapped in your own body, listening to someone else laugh with your voice.
The last door fell with a heavy thud. It was almost a meter thick and required two massive engines to open and close it. Yet a single blast from Harkon’s hands had been enough to knock it out of the wall. Daylight almost blinded him, he’d been sure that it had been night when the voice had taken over. How long had his body walked through the complex? Had it really been hours? The voice crept back into his skull and laid down to rest somewhere near his neck. “I’m tired now, your turn.” It said, and Harkon almost fell over as full control was once again his. He became aware of the sirens, alerting CC’s security guards, also known as saiyans. Surely, he could reason with them? Go back inside and allow himself to be captured. He turned around and looked into the hallway splattered with blood, dismembered bodies and broken equipment. Perhaps not...
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