Little Mx Inferno

Vampire: The Requiem

I've been wanting to run a VTR campaign for awhile now, so I figured I'd set it up here. We will be using VTR character sheets for character creation, and EXP will be awarded throughout the campaign, but we will not be going to the full extent of the rules. Dice roles will be employed for combat and power-use, but other than that it will be entirely freeform.

Alright! Now that the mechanics are out of the way, here's the juicy details. The game will take place in March, 2000, in New York City. There will be five character slots, one for each Clan, of which two will be newly turned fledgling vampires released into the world, and three will be older vampires arriving in New York as travelers, the reason for this setup being that the newly turned vampires can introduce the others to the city, while the elder Kindred can help introduce the fledglings into Vampire society. As far as political climate I'm still working out the details, but the Covenants are as much at eachothers throats as they usually are, with the Lancea Sanctum and Order of the Crone at odds with eachother. The Invictus are split into two groups, the loyalists who support the current Prince, and a group of Japanese vampires attempting to manipulate things from the shadows. On the other end, the Carthians are split into three major factions, the Reds, who support a form of communism as their new approach to Vampire society, the Sharks, who support a Democratic society, and the Black Jackals, anarchists who believe that so long as they don't break the Masquerade, every Vampire should be equal and able to do what they want. The Ordo Dracul are too focused on their research to care about politics, except when it effects them directly.

Additionally, all five varieties of Belials Brood are represented in New York, having sectioned off the boroughs with the Pandaemonium getting Queens, the Nameless getting Staten Island, the Roaring Serpent taking Manhattan, the Scarlet Rite in Brooklyn, and the Throne of Smokeless Fire taking the Bronx.

If you're interested, please say which Clan you'd like your character to belong to and whether they're a newborn or an adult Vampire!

Character slots:
Newborn 1:
Newborn 2:
Adult 1:
Adult 2:
Adult 3:

Star Wars, Sith Rule of Two.

Sweet! Send me a PM and we can work out details, okay?

Star Wars, Sith Rule of Two.

I'm out of school and much less busy now. So I'm bumping this for interest again.

Always two. The Master and the Apprentice (Little Mx and Irony)

The Skakoan appeared to be looking her in the eyes, though behind the orange slits of his breathing mask it was hard to tell exactly. As if reading her mind again he responded to her thoughts. “Connections will not matter. You will have years to build a web of contacts throughout the Galaxy. My own resources will aid you in that. What matters is your power. Your ferocity. You may think you are broken, but I sense in you the potential for greatness.”

Always two. The Master and the Apprentice (Little Mx and Irony)

“Droids are replaceable. I wouldn't worry too much about their cost.” He said, noticeably dodging her question of what had happened to them. “And yes, the Techno Union does stand to gain a large amount of funds for your operation, but that isn't why I'm here.” He said, stepping over to a control panel for the room, pressing a button and locking the doors from the inside, a quick swipe over the panel darkening the windows until they were pitch black on both sides, effectively isolating the pair, the only witnesses to their conversation now were the medical droids that had been brought in to replace the destroyed ones.

“I know what you did to those Droids. To my knowledge the Jedi snatch up any force sensitives long before this age, and you are clearly not a Jedi. I doubt you even knew what you could do before now.” He walked over to the droids, his pace slow and measured, impossible to tell how far he was stepping due to the long robes covering most of his body and exosuit.
“Legally, the Techno Union must report and force sensitives to the Jedi Council and turn them over for their own safety.” He continued speaking, even while gloved hands deactivated the droids.

“The Jedi can offer you sanctuary, protection, the Black Sun will never find you should they change their minds about your usefulness. But it will be as much a prison as a safehouse. You will be no more free with the Jedi than you were under your father. I offer a different path. The path of freedom. A life ruled by no one but yourself. You will have to work for it, of course. Nothing comes without a price. I will train you, teach you in the ways passed down by my teacher, and his before him, for the last five hundred years. And one day you will have surpassed me in power and destroy me. And from that point on you will be free.”

Avatar - The Age of Winter

Sorry it took me so long to get a rather mediocre post up, been a really full week.

Avatar - The Age of Winter

Mai was staring in wonder as their bending-powered ice vehicle submerged under the waves, mouth open in surprise until she was startled back into the moment by Erok speaking to her, snapping back into attention and looking over at him to respond.

“Oh! Well, I mean, I don't know if the Avatar already has an earthbending teacher, but if he doesn't I can teach him. And besides, the earthbender rebellion wasn't accomplishing anything major. We were just slowing down the inevitable. And the Avatar is gonna need help either way, so...”

Always two. The Master and the Apprentice (Little Mx and Irony)

Name: Darth Moros

Appearance:

-Height: 1.97 Meters
-Weight: 49 Kilograms
-Eye color: Black
-Hair color: None
-Other (where applicable):
Species: Skakoan

Personality: Moros has a fairly apathetic view on his role as a Sith Lord. He desires power of course, and he is quite capable as both a warrior and an engineer, but he views the Sith Order like a chain, with every link forged the chain grows stronger and more versatile. He believes that the Order has not existed long enough for it to reach its full potential and views himself as simply a means to an end to continue the Sith teachings. This does not mean he doesn't work to advance the Grand Plan, he uses his position in the Techno Union to manipulate galactic trade, as well as his own skill and abilities to build secret weapons of war for use by the Sith when the plan finally comes to fruition. Having slew his master and taken the mantle of Dark Lord of the Sith, Moros has decided it is time to take on an apprentice to ensure the teachings of the Sith Way live on.

Bio: Moros, born as Ket Tork on the planet Skako, where he quickly became learned in the creation of tech, whether it be droids, blasters, or vehicle parts, and found himself a place as an engineer in the Techno Union of the Republic. This was where he met the Arkanian Asiad Arran, a diplomat and merchant working with the Techno Union. Little did he know Asiad Arran was in fact the Sith Lord Darth Varren, who after evaluating his potential, took Ket Tork under his wing as Darth Moros. Moros became a proficient force user under Varren's training, although his bulky exosuit made it difficult for him to perform acrobat maneuvers and he prefers a more defense style of Lightsaber combat, the Skakoan has risen through the ranks in the Techno union, manipulating from the shadows after finally killing his master.

Equipment:

Modified exosuit

Moros' Skakoan exosuit is bulky and unwieldy as is the case due to the materials and shape required to make it, but he has spent years modifying it to make it more flexible and better armored, allowing him to be still quite effective in combat as well as lessening the constant Skakoan fear of exosuit malfunction.

Lightsaber

Moros' lightsaber draws inspiration from his technical upbringing, resulting in a hilt that does away with unnecessary decorative pieces in favor of streamlined functionality. The lightsaber crystal is the one exception to his general belief that technology is better than ritual and history, as he does not use a synthetic crystal. He used a rare Qixoni crystal, resulting in a deep red blade that enhances his already potent force abilities.

Always two. The Master and the Apprentice (Little Mx and Irony)

Moros had remained to observe throughout the entire operation, claiming that such an extensive surgery required his supervision, both to ensure success and so that he could properly take notes of the process. In truth, he had sensed the force user the moment she was brought in and at the moment a force user who had not already been brainwashed by the Jedi had the potential to be an invaluable asset to him.

When she awoke he was there, waiting. His eyes were closed behind his thick metal breathing mask but he did not need sight to sense her come to consciousness, the sudden jolt in the Force was more than enough to alert him. He of course was masking his force signature, otherwise she would have already been overwhelmed by the dark side emanating from him, especially in her current state.

When she finally spoke his cold eyes opened behind his mask, and he turned his head to look at her. He already knew what the extensive cybernetic surgery looked like, he had been there the entire time after all. He paused before speaking, seeming to calculate his words before a brassy, metallic voice carried his words. “I kept you alive. Without extensive cybernetic enhancement you would be floating in a bacta tank for the rest of your short life.”

He caught her looking around and noticed the dejection she felt. Even if she could disguise her emotions, he was far too powerful in the force to be fooled by an amateur. “Your father left shortly after bringing you to us. I doubt he will return any time soon.”

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Cregan gave a nod of assent to the captain of the guard, followed by a friendly smile. “Don't worry Rolland, I'll keep your boys in line till you get back.” He had never been much for leading but he could still organize soldiers while Rolland was gone.

After things had quieted down in the great hall, he went out to the barracks where the soldiers waited for their captain, though it seemed they would be getting a substitute for awhile. “Rolland is away, boys. I'm your commanding officer until he returns. Lord Joakim has ordered double patrols, I don't want to see anyone slacking off, and if I find you sleeping on guard duty not even God himself can save you, understand?”

While his speech might normally have been met with grumbles and groans, respect for Cregan was almost unanimous in the Whitelands soldiers, and somehow even the idea of tougher work and stricter punishment was met with cheers at the idea that they might stand out to Cregan. He planned to talk to Rolland when the man had returned about recruiting the best and brightest soldiers into an elite castle guard for the Weades, but it seemed that would have to wait for awhile.