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Deadlands: Tales o' the Weird West

Tentatively interested.

Just to be clear, are you going for the lore of Deadlands Classic here? For example, I believe Shane Hensley retconned that the War ended by 1871 in the Savage Worlds version.

City of Mist

I suppose I should ask now: do you have a story already in mind, or are we doing this in the classic PbtA style of hashing it out as a group?

City of Mist

Interested.

Not completely familiar with the system, but what I've seen is interesting. A good mix of cerebral ("Mythos vs. Logos") and comic book punch-up. It looks like one of the more developed PbtA games with a bit of Fate mixed in.

Nightfall: A Dark Fantasy Adventure

Interested. I've got a little experience with PbtA but nothing in Dungeon World. I'd be interested in learning if we can get a group together.

The Black Prophecy (Dead now; requiescat in pace!)

Shiran

Identity: Shiran, The Dark Druid, Queen of Ooze

Type: Rogue being

Myth: When the last campaign was fought between the forces of light and darkness, the Great Druid Shiran was initially on the side of the light. As a druid tied to the spirit of the land, she opposed the corruption spread by Chernobog. She worked with the children of men, teaching them ways of woodcraft and survival, of pathfinding and archery. Her students became lesser druids or rangers.

But as the battle progressed, Shiran saw that the goal of the White God was not simply to check Chernobog but to force him out of the world. The White God's mission would upset the careful balance between life and death, chaos and order, mankind and the wild. Shiran began to speak against the mission, and finally turned against the light. For her betrayal, every last one of her students turned against her. She was struck down and killed, her body left to rot deep in the swamps.

The name Shiran has been largely forgotten by civilized creatures, although the name could still be heard in the hum of insects deep in the swamps. Recently there have been sightings of something moving on the edges of the Greatwood. Something that seems to be made of the muck of the swamp and the branches of the ancient trees. Perhaps there are some things that cannot truly be killed.

The Black Prophecy

Interested.

Straits of Steel (A South East Asian Cyberpunk Thriller)

Well, here's a start.

Paithoon

//YOUR SELF

Name: Paithoon

Age: 21

Gender: Biologically female, outwardly null

Affiliation: The Ambassadors

Appearance: Short person of Thai descent. Close cropped dark brown hair, cafe latte complexion, flat features. Wears baggy, coarse-woven jacket over loose denim pants and battered trainers. Perpetually wary expression.

//YOUR SOUL

PERSONAL GOAL: Financial stability. Enough to help her family find someplace to settle.

LIKES: Thai roti; High-speed J-pop; rock climbing

DISLIKES: Spicy foods; alcohol; being called 'kid' or being treated like a child

REPUTE: People who don't know Paithoon will glance at her and see her as a street rat, probably a small-time thief or swindler. She looks younger than she is, her gender is deliberately vague and her clothing is modest and low-key. No one would immediately place her as a member of the Ambassadors.

People who know her reputation respect her as a cat burglar and infiltrator. While she is a (very) junior member of the Ambassadors, she has a number of important heists to her credit already. She is viewed as green but ultimately a reliable thief and spy. Members of the Black Yangtze see her as a colleague who made good. They may be proud or jealous.

HEEL: Young (Judgement is still lacking. She'll grow, but probably not fast enough for this game.)
Suspicious: (Does not trust easily.)
Hatred of RalSanto Corporation (Company that destroyed her home.)

CODE: Protective of Family (Parents and siblings; boat people, dock at New Malacca every few weeks.)

QUIRKS: Does not reveal her gender, even to people who already know she's female. Always tries to leave something of value behind after a theft: a coin, a figurine, etc.

//YOUR PAST

No one in the small farming community on the Thai/Cambodian border thought anything of the big bag of rice seed. Maybe it fell off the back of a truck, maybe someone bought it off the black market, no one remembers. They germinated it and planted it like always. The fact that it was more disease resistant and higher in vitamins went unnoticed. The idea that they were committing intellectual theft by growing gene-tailored crops without a proper license would have baffled them.

Ten years on, and the rice from that one bag had been harvested, dried to seed, and replanted through two harvest seasons every year. The product made it onto the local markets. Someone at the RalSanto Corporation must have found some for sale, tested its DNA and discovered that it had the genetic markers of one of their patented crops. The Corporation was not pleased.

RalSanto could have sued, but it would have been awkward, costly, and publicly embarrassing. Instead, they released a tailored virus designed to kill all of their proprietary rice in the area. Of course, the rice had interbred with other rice plants, and so the genetic markers had spread throughout the rice paddies. Almost overnight, the entire harvest rotted in the fields. A farming village that had existed for centuries withered and died.

As the age of six, the girl who is now known as Paithoon became a boat person, along with her family. For ten years, they would drift from port to port, buying, selling, fishing, stealing and scrapping by as best they could. At the age of 16, Paithoon left her family behind and tried to make her way in the streets of New Malacca. She was quickly picked up by a dockside gang and became a petty thief.

Her path was set a year later when the dockside gang was forcibly absorbed by a gang affiliated with the Black Yangtze. A member of the Yangtze had come across a stealth-suit that had been created for the child of a VIP. The suit was intended to protect the child from kidnapping attempts by masking their presence from most technological detecting methods. The suit worked but it was eventually outgrown and made its way onto the black market. It's too small to be worn by an adult -- with the exception of a small, undernourished woman from the sticks.

With the suit, Pashitoon became a cat burglar and a spy. First for the Black Yangtze, and then - after a particularly audacious heist of a solid-state memory stick full of underworld secrets - she was recruited by the Ambassadors. Right now she's a very new member, expendable and lightly supported. But on a recent run she was able to provide intel on an executive complex and sabotage the security system, creating an easy path for a more senior team to engage in some wetwork.

The Ambassadors have started to provide the kind of financial stability that Pashitoon has been looking for. She now goes down to the docks when her family's boat passes through and passes them a modest amount of cash. She's hoping for more now; a big payday could buy her some better equipment - maybe even a mod or two - and pay for some repairs to her family's boat.

//YOUR PERSON

ATTRIBUTES: Stealth (Small, agile, wearing high-tech stealth gear, Paithoon can become close to invisible in the shadowy back-alleys and hallways of Malacca.)
Infiltration (Deft at slipping into crawlspaces and into HVAC systems. Equipped with several bits of tech that spoof locks and security systems.)
Theft (Light fingered. Capable of sliding materials out of cubbies slowly enough to fool motion sensors. Also skilled at pickpocketing.)

BODY MODS: Basic Ambassadors (The kind of immunizations they give to junior members to keep them from spreading diseases to the rest of the crew. A chip implant that allows her to enter Le Chateau.)

EQUIPMENT: * "Cat Suit" - A dark grey skinsuit w/ mask that prevents detection from IR and bio scans. Evolving matte-and-gloss pattern confuses visual recognition software. Also contains shedding of skin cells and hair to prevent leaving DNA evidence.
* Light gathering contacts: allow sight in low-light areas.
* Infiltration tools - Cloth roll containing various small devices for hacking locks, spoofing security systems, disarming alarms, etc.

Straits of Steel (A South East Asian Cyberpunk Thriller)

Working on a street rat turned cat burglar. Where do you want us to submit character sheets? Here, or PMed to you?

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

Sister Catrina Luna-Torres

Name: Sister Catrina Luna-Torres

Gender: Woman
Age: 32
Occupation: Nun/Nurse
District: Night District
Supernatural/Human: Human

Any associated powers: Whatever holy effects can be drawn from Catholic rituals (laying on of hands, exorcisms, blessings, etc.) and whatever miracles the Lady chooses to work.

Appearance

Height: 5'10"
Build: Matronly
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark brown
Skin Tone: Latina
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Catrina Luna wears the standard habit and wimple of her order. Her mission favors a linen habit with a light grey apron, which is cooler than the stereotypical habit and easier to clean from the staining of a nurse's duties.

Personality: Soft spoken, polite and eternally calm. Steely when pressed. Has a special affection for the outcast, and a disdain for the upper classes and the undead. Has a special dislike for the Blackwood vampires.

Backstory:

Catrina Luna was born, lived and took vows in a small village in the south-west of Mexico. Her order trained her as a nurse and put her to work in the local hospital. She excelled at working with mentally disturbed patients because of her placid temperament and calming demeanor. She gained a reputation for being unshakable, even in the face of non-human patients and hazardous situations. Her reputation eventually led to an invitation to work at the Silver Birch Sanatorium to help with the prisoners that have become mentally unstable.

On the surface, Catrina is a loyal and pious Catholic. But she has never abandoned the folk religion of her home. Quietly, in secret, she is a devotee of Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte, Our Lady of the Holy Death. In a small rock alcove in The Hill, she has a small shrine with black votive candles and a small skeletal figurine. There she prays and leaves offerings of flowers, apples and whiskey. She believes that Lady frequently works miracles at the Sanatorium, protecting the staff and cutting the ties that bind harmful conditions to her patients. She sees no contradiction between her Catholicism and her devotion to the Lady.

Skills/Specialties:

Catrina is a fully qualified nurse with a specialty towards those with mental problems (from a late-19th century perspective, at least.) This gets complicated in a supernatural world. She can council vengeful ghosts and tend to werewolves who have lost control to their wolf-mind. She is educated, can speak/read english, spanish and french fluently, and can debate the finer points of Catholic theology.

Anything Else:

Catrina tends to a small pack of werewolves who have slipped completely into a feral state. They live in a fenced field just off the Sanatorium proper, roaming admits a small forest that they consider to be their territory. Catrina is accepted by the pack and tries to model human behavior for them. She hasn't had much success bringing them back to humanity, but it has gained her some respect from the Werewolf gangs.

The Wal Chronicles (Post Apocalyptic Supermarket Simulator)

Now this is original. I'm curious to see how it developes.