Headhunter

Dragon Ball Gaiden

In the process of creating my character. Still deciding between a human and alien since android is off the table for now.

Beneath the Waves

@Sir Hawke Is this still happening?

Slice Of Life - SOL City - New Chapter

My character is done for the most part. Looking forward to sharing what I’ve come up with!

Quills and Swords

The sudden pull from Lady Oleda made him tumble toward the ground. The Trident fastened behind Mercutio broke his fall as it clanged against the top of the counter. Its weight kept him pinned as the butt of the weapon was lodged awkwardly against an overturned chair. He looked a bit like a spit roasted fish that managed to free itself from one arm.

“Well, this is unfortunate...” Mercutio said aloud, wanting to die from embarrassment.

He eventually contorted his way free. Unsheathing his Trident, and untangling it from his Kraken’s net, he joined Lady Oleda underneath the counter as he held the weapon beside him.

“Ahem...” The dracolvian let out a large sigh. Hoping to deflect attention from his entangled mishap, he immediately brought up his concern about the visitor. “I hope whoever that is knows about the boundary rule too!”

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What is this madness? An indoor storm!?

Mercutio stumbled into the hall, gasping at the oddity before him. The air felt heavy as the violet energy before him pulsed without regard for its surroundings. It beckoned, insisted, daring all to enter into its peculiar domain. The dracolvian clambered against a more secure piece of furniture and held tight. In that moment he spotted a figure. It was Lady Oleda, the guild clerk, sitting on a chair in front of the counter. The expression on her face looked more annoyed than shocked at the present phenomena. Though to be fair, that seemed to always be the case, especially when dealing with fumbling Coppers like himself.

Maybe this isn't as dangerous as it looks? Just then a book came flying in his direction. He ducked behind the table as it slashed over his head and slammed against the wall.

"Okay, maybe not."

Mercutio made a bee line in her direction, picking up loose items scattered on the ground. His arms were full by the time he reached her.

"H-hello, Lady Oleda." His tinny voice echoed out from his helmet.

Her nonchalant disposition contrasted so much with the unfolding mayhem that he too tried to procure the same measure of calm, but his panicky eyes, shifting through the round slits of his helmet had betrayed him.

"Umm, is that supposed to be here?"

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I should have a post by 8pm tonight, if not sooner! I’m Pacific Standard Time btw.

Quills and Swords

Mercutio, The Onion Lancer

Name: Mercutio

Race: Dracolvian
Class: Onion Lancer
Rank: Copper
Affinities: Water & Wind

Strength: Average
Intelligence: Low
Agility: High
Dexterity: Excellent
Constitution: Low
Resilience: Average

Brief Backstory:

Secret History

He hails from The Hurricane Hills, a distant peninsula in the southwest that is home to a small Dracolvian community. It is here where the finest Dragoon Lancers are forged by harsh storms and even harsher masters. Becoming a Dragoon Lancer is a high honor in Dracolvian society, but he did not view it as such. To the young lizard, it felt like a regular job forced upon him for the sake of family reputation. So while he developed a natural talent as a Lancer, his jokester attitude showed lack of ambition. The masters did not think fondly of his ideals, and decided to teach him a lesson for desecrating their institution.

The masters sent him out to sea for a ‘special’ mission, and unbeknownst to him, was set for a course towards a violent sea storm. By the grace of the Winged Starlights, he somehow survived. Mercutio was rescued by a ship of self-proclaimed Poet Pirates. However, he sustained a concussion that gravely affected his memory...

Mercutio sailed with the vivacious Poet Pirates for as long as he can remember. Unfortunately, the dracolvian has no recollection of his past. Heavily influenced by the swashbuckling life at sea, he reinvented himself as a spear and net fighting adventurer. His time with the Poet Pirates eventually came to an end when Captain Consonance married a bard he’d secretly been dating. Overwhelmed with love, he decided to live happily ever after with her, disbanding the group, who all decided it was time to go about their separate ways.

Mercutio was sad about this sudden development. He thought their adventures were far from over, but the crew was old and weary. Truthfully speaking, they were looking for any excuse to retire from the pirate lifestyle (they were poets after all) but Mercutio’s story needed to continue. He needed to reclaim his past and find peace from it. Deep down inside he refused to confront this mysterious truth head on, but he obliged anyways.

What else was he going to do?

Mercutio said his goodbyes to the Poet Pirates on Captain Consonance’s wedding night, and set out on the open road the following morning (well, technically, the following evening, after he’d fully recover from partying). Alas, another adventure awaited him, but this time he’d do it alone.

The tasked proved to be difficult.

For starters, the name Mercutio didn’t come up on any dracolvian nesting registry. His non-traditional armor and weapons weren’t of high repute, and was even ridiculed for its comical design. Mercutio became a known laughing stock in the dracolvian communities as the Onion Lancer, a title which he proudly wears for some odd reason. After running into several dead ends, he eventually gave up. Alone and feeling empty inside, Mercutio continued to wander around in solitude. Then, he stumbled upon a beaten path, one that would lead him to a newfound purpose in life: The Adventure Guild.

Weapons: Halcyon’s Trident & The Kraken’s Net.

Abilities: Mercutio has the natural ability of a Lancer, fine-tuned through years of spearfishing and swashbuckling duels. He’s agile in most terrain, and amazingly accurate with the tools he uses. Mercutio credits the Sea Maiden Godling (a sailor’s myth he encountered in a dream before the Poets rescued him) for his affinity with wind and water. Usage of these elements is fairly limited. They allow him to jump high with controlled landings, and he can even speed dash in water, or on its surface, for very short distances.

He’s nowhere close to mastering or understanding these abilities, and often mistakes his attunement to them with his own natural instincts. Therefore, he believes these are inherent abilities, not some ‘hocus pocus haux-us’ as he calls it.

His armor was made by Poet Pirate Anaphora, a dwarf smith who modeled its design after The Legendary Sea Dragon Knight, a mythic hero among island dwarves.

Quills and Swords

Very interesting! Has The Rift always existed, or is it a more recent phenomenon?

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@Beetlebug Nice!

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@DarkShadowWolf Can’t forget our little Felis paladin friend too! But yeah, I love Xar’on taking it upon herself to try and show Orcs in a different light. Whoever ends up in the cast will have a fun dynamic to work with.