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Colin Setanta and Hound

Character Sheet for Colin Setanta and Hound

Name: Colin Setanta and Hound
Title: Colin: Engineer
Hound: Good Boy

Height: Colin: 5'8"
Hound: 36" front paws to ear tips
Weight:Colin: 180lbs
Hound: 98 lbs
Age: Colin: 26
Hound: 6
Race/Species: Colin: Human
Hound: German Shepherd Mix

Tier/Influence:
Colin:2 -Very Capable mechanic, well practiced on rundown and dilapidated vehicles. Crafty mind allows him to build something from nothing (Macgyvering, soda cans to fix a transporter, duct tape to get the warp drive up and running)
Hound 2- Trained attack dog in a commando mercenary unit, also knows many tools used in Spaceship engineering by sight and name.

Appearance: Colin
Bright blue Eyes and a scruffy red blond beard. An intense stare that easily relaxes, crows feet at the corners even at a young age. Wiry in his build with rough calloused hands.
Hound

Personality: Colin is friendly and light hearted. He tries to see the good in most people but knows that everyone has their own agenda. He loves a good challenge and looks at the inner workings of a ship or vehicle like a sculptor at marble. He is filled with wanderlust and is interested in other people’s stories and craves scenic vistas and sprawling cities. He loves to try other alien species cuisine. He loves no one more than he loves Hound, they are best friends and brothers.Colin dislikes war and what it does to the people caught in the middle, he wants to help the common man whenever he can.

Hound is indifferent to most things. He takes life easy. He enjoys a soft bed, the drone of a ship, chin scratches and the occasional hunt for ship vermin. He loves nothing more than Colin, they are best friends and brothers and will protect him with his life. He dislikes small pets, and people invading his personal space without Colin’s introduction.

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:
^{( 2 )}(Colin’s Knowledge of Mechanical Engineering); Very knowledgeable of a ships internal workings, can get a rundown junker up and running, can rewire an old hoverskiff's battery to last you another couple days, able to sabotage a ships weaponry to freeze up while the shields are active, can get a ship to give you every last ounce of her speed.
^{( 1 )}(Hound’s Knowledge of Mechanical Engineering)Hound knows many tools by name and sight and can grab tools from Colin’s toolbox, or hold a flashlight for him.
^{( 1 )}(Colin's Hacking skills); Beginner level
^{( 2 )}(Hounds Combat abilities); Hound used to be one of a mercenary groups civilian control dogs, his teeth have been refitted with titanium canines, trained for hostile conditions with full attack commands.
^{( 1 )}(Colin's Combat Abilities ); Has seen a few street fights and has been involved in a riot or two, but not very proficient.

Group(s):Love Bomb Piracy Front

Items: (

• ^{( 1 )} Colin’s Toolbox- a large rusted red toolbox filled with all the tools a ship’s engineer would need, including a few odds and ends
  ^{( 1 )}Colin’s rucksack- a dark green rucksack filled with some clothes, 50’ of nylon rope, a hammock, a tarp, Hound's Food and Water bowl, Hound's stuffed Space Whale, some dry food stuffs, alien spices collected in his journey's.
  ^{( 2 )}A "jail broken" SHIPBUDDI- handheld computer capable of accessing a ships diagnostics, logs and diagrams, can also connect to local networks and get TV channels. Store's Colin's music playlists and pictures of him and Hound
  ^{( 1 )}Forced Entry Crowbar Tool- a two foot long Forced Entry tool that is part hammer, crowbar, and wrench,
  ^{( 1 )}Rilke J9 Polymer Handgun- a short nosed magazine-fed pistol, able to accept a wide range of scavenged ammunition. 12 rounds per mag. Glove attachment for easy quickdraw.

History: Colin grew up in a small farming colony on Wiklow. Wiklow is situated on an ever-changing frontline between two factions. The United Flotilla of Independent Stations, which was a unification of several space stations that strove for independence from the corporations that funded the development and construction of those stations. Belocorp,which funded the stations and taxed it’s residents, wanted to protect its investments. Wiklow found itself on their frontlines. When Colin was born The UFIS had set up supply depot’s. By 5, Belocorp had retaken the planet and started stripping resources, by 12 his family had to move because their home was destroyed by falling debris while UFIS attacked Belocorp blockade ships. By 16, Colins father died defending his family from Belocorp thugs. By 17, his mother was a casualty in a UFIS terrorist attack. By 22, he was put in a Belocorp refugee camp. This is where he learned to work on ships, electronics, and engines bu a collection of old refugees he deemed the Grandpa’s. By 25 Belocorp and UFIS reached a peace agreement, moved on and left their ruined battlefield behind.

While scavenging in the ruins of a city one night, Colin witnessed some children lobbing rocks into a crater. Each rock was accompanied by a yelp. Colin saw a dog, emaciated, and covered in dried blood and mud. He was one of the dogs used by the Belocorp thugs to control crowds. Its trademark titanium teeth, weakly snarled at the children. Colin chased them away, he could see that the dog had been scrabbling at the walls of the crater, but its steep walls had trapped him. Colin tied his rope to a derelict tank and lowered his way into the crater. The dog shied from Colin, but he stayed with him all night to gain his trust. What was once a tool of his oppressors was now staring at him in the moons light. Colin nodded off but awoke at dawn with the dog sleeping in his lap. His bulletproof vest was torn, what once read “ Belocorp Hound of War”, now just read Hound. A suitable name. Colin and Hound climbed out of that crater and stayed by eachothers side’s since. Colin saved up enough credits to gain passage on a cargo ship to Frixiom Prime, hiding Hound in an engine room the whole time. Now they are on Frixiom seeking employment on a ship that allows dogs.

New Bastion-Ecetopia-Open

I have it as open. Players could jump from Evenshire to here, back and forth, I wanted to give players some more toys to play with besides *generic fantasy town*. Something could develop to a story here if you or the other mods wanted to step in, I left a couple of hooks in the description. I PMed Harbinger before I posted this.

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TC Bywater loves New Bastion. It wasn’t his birthplace. It wasn’t where he grew up. But it is a city he fell in love with. Sure he would travel a lot. Sometimes he would get too much heat with the city watch, sometimes the Marks would wise up. Sometimes he went to places where The Greedfather, requested he go. To run his errands. Sometimes, he went home to visit his mother. But, he always came back. Always checked in at The Plastered Fly, caught a show at The Dancing Dryad. Always to reap the new crop of suckers, too loose with their coins.

The plays and cons got a lot easier after Mrs. Bywater’s baby boy became an errand boy for The Greedfather. But, they didn’t become any less fun. TC had set up shop at The Boorish Hound, he wouldn’t hustle at The Fly, he liked it’s owners too much, and they wouldn’t put up with his shit. But, The Boorish Hound always had a new batch of marks and the owners never paid him any mind. “Aww, shucks TC you got me again, you're just too quick.” a young sailor from Evenshire says goodbye to a hard earned gold piece. “ But, you always were even when we were young.” TC reveals a bright red ball from under a wooden cup. “ Yeah, that is true friend. Listen, I’ll reign it in a bit and we go double or nothing. I’m not breakin’ ya balls, real slow like.” Doubt crosses the young man’s face, “ I, uh I don’t know TC.” ” Hey come on ya, ya whimpering little..., listen friend, look at these little hands, can’t be that quick, walk out of here with 8 brothers, get ya self a nice broad at The Soft House.” He brightens up and slams, two more coins onto the beer and wine stained table. The red ball is rolled beneath a cup, and TC begins to shuffle them about. The cups slide smoothly across the table, never reaching a fast pace. The sailor watches the cups with a burning intensity. The cups stop, and the sailor points at the red balls cup without hesitation. But when TC lifts the cup, no ball. “ Sorry friend, listen, you head down to the bar, I’ll join you in a bit….” The dejected sailor turns and heads down a steep wooden staircase,”...you dumb motha fucker you.” TC stacks the cups on the table. There never was a ball, just an illusion. Just a trick of light, cast through a demonic lens. TC had never met the sailor before today, just honeyed words on an enchanted tongue. Four gold coins are swept into his pocket.

He exited through the back of the tavern, through the kitchen. The little folk are often overlooked. TC had headed to the East Stairs that lead up to Trader’s Terrace. His destination was The Plastered Fly, where he could enjoy pleasure, not work. But first, he had to conquer these stairs. "These fucking stairs."

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Name: Trajan Clarendon " T.C. " Bywater
Title: Warlock under the Patronage of Mammon, Demon Lord of Greed

Height: 34" ( He will tell you 3 feet)
Weight: 40lbs
Age: Adult
Race: Halfling, Hobbit, Weefolk. Burrower

Tier: Medium- Street smart and able to hold his one in a bar fight, Spell casting abilities heightened by his Patron Mammon. He has not yet realized the full potential of these powers, either by his own discovery or Mammon's reluctance to granting him more power.

Appearance:

Puggish features snarl, past a toothpick. Black hair, marred with strips of white, is slicked back into a pompadour. Finely dressed in Halfling garb in shades of Black and Crimson[/img] Red. Gold rings shine on his pinkies while a gold chain hangs loosely on his hairy chest. The large bare feet of the weefolk kick rocks along his path. On his shoulder rests a cudgel, oiled to gleaming shine.

Personality: " Listen here, you door frame knocking, waste of space. You can keep the short jokes in that cesspool you call a mouth! Ive heard them all and you are not original. TC looks out for number one, and that's TC! My sweet mother told me "When everyone towers over you, no one is gonna look out for you." For shits sake, nothing pisses me off more than when you vertically blessed fucks treat us little people like dirt. Ecetopia is a dangerous place, and you can only survive by playing to your strengths. I have a few gifts, ya know, though they may not be, martial in nature. I use my brain and my tongue to take what I want from you witless fucks. Usually what I want is coin, taken from the occasional sucker. Call me a con-man, I don't care. I was a con-man for a long time, till I met The Greedfather, Mammon, and he made me a wise-guy. Now get out of my face before I use my strengths and set ya kneecaps on fire, you slack jawed, goony prick"

Talents: Well practiced Con-man specializing in fixed games (cards, dice, chess). With this he is also proficient in sleight of hand.

Powers: Warlock powers granted by Mammon.

Eldritch Blast: A fist sized ball of crackling demonic energy streaks toward a creature within throwing distance. Hits like a pro boxer's right hook.
Curses: If TC can see an attack coming and whispers a curse before it hits, flames will ignite on his opponent dealing an equal blow. TC can also focus on a person and string a utterance of profanities that curses them with misfortune. One small bit of unluckiness will come their way before nightfall or before sunrise.
Suggestion: TC can utter one word commands that may coerce the week minded. Words like Sit, Give, Flee, Approach, Grovel, Halt and Drop
Charm Person: TC can focus some of Mammons magic into his words causing the weak minded or distracted to see TC as trustworthy, treating him as they would a close friend.
Minor Illusions: TC can create temporary sounds or 3 dimensional images no bigger then a cow. The images are incorporeal yet appear solid, they produce no sound or smell or light. The sounds can be a faint whisper or a loud roar.He can even mimic people's voices.


Items: Carries all his possessions with him from town to town. Deborah- his oiled baseball bat like Cudgel. Trick dice, trick playing cards, chess set. Sleeping roll, Dagger, a few gold rings and a gold necklace, coin purse.

History: TC moved out of halfling lands at a young age. His single mother was forced to find work in the nearby city as a seamstress, she still works there today, even in her old age. TC visits, when he can, to bring gifts. Constantly getting in trouble, and hanging with the wrong crowd, TC learned his street smarts. Among the ruffians and thieves, he learned to con, trick and hustle all the richer marks. In adulthood, he gained a decent reputation that forced him to travel more, in search of more prey. His favorite con was hustling rigged games. Chess, cards, dice and street corner games of luck gave him a decent living.

One humid day, while travelling on an ageless trade route, he met a man sitting at a crossroads. This rotund gentleman was dressed in lavish attire not suitable for the heat and was sweating profusely, dabbing his brow with a sickly pink silk handkerchief. TC smiled at idea of an easy con, and began to speak with the man. He learned that he had been travelling the other direction, away from TC's destination, running from gambling debts. This made TC salivate, he could tell this man was an addict. TC challenged him to a game of chess, to cool down in the shade. The man happily obliged, he even wagered some coin, TC didn't even have to push.

But while they played, time seemed to lose meaning. Before he knew it, the sky had grown much darker, and the man seemed larger then before. Eventually TC's king was toppled. He felt like he had been sitting for ages, parched with thirst and growling with hunger. That is when the man revealed his true form. He was Mammon, Demon Lord of Greed. Pleased with his abilities, he offered him a job. Mammon offered TC Bywater a portion of his power, the title of Warlock and all its blessings. He could use those powers as he pleased, till such a time when Mammon needed a servant on the Material Plane. He told TC that a much larger chess game was being assembled and he was to be a pawn on the board, with opportunities for promotion. TC leapt at the chance, and shook hands with Mammon. The sun came back and the demon was gone, all that was left was a golden ring on TC's pinky finger. Since that day, Trajan Clarendon Bywater has been loving life as a wise-guy of Mammon. Still conning and conniving, but braver now with his new palette of demonic spells.

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A Painting of the City

New Bastion

On Ecetopia, with its back to the mountains known as Antioch's Wall, and cradled in the warm embrace of the fast flowing Brisk,just east of Evenshire, north of Riverdale, sits a city. The city has no founders, society just seemed to congregate at this spot until they realized that the land they had paved was a city. Today this gleaming beacon of progress, commerce, debauchery, politics and many other things, welcomes beings from all over Ecetopia ( and all the worlds beyond).

Levels of wealth are clearly defined in the layout of the city. Closest to the Brisk, and more prone to the spring floods, is The Landing. The Landing is home for many shipwrights, dock workers and their families. It is also home to the poorer citizens, those not able to afford the next tier of New Bastion life.

Up rough stone hewn steps or the steep wagon switchbacks, you enter Trader's Terrace. Trader's Terrace is home to the working class. Artisans and crafters scrape out a living on these streets. Here you will find the guild halls and safer lodgings.

The black smoke of the smithies, mixed with the smell of rising bread, enters the next level of New Bastion, Silver Seat. On New Bastion's third terrace you will find the bankers, the Mage schools, and the homes of New Bastion's more well to do. They sleep only under Bastion Hall and The Cathedral of Deities.

The Magistrate Lord chosen to govern New Bastion, so chosen by his Majesty, deals his political dealings in those mighty halls. From here it seems that Bastion Hall is too large for a borderland lord, that’s why the rumors are, that only a quarter of it’s rooms are used. The rest of the hall is a constantly changing dungeon, hiding secrets within the city's heart. Atop those halls, stand The Brothers. Some say those are the brothers that raised the first wall, mortared the first stone. Some say they are great protectors, in tireless vigil over their charge. I think they are nice to look at, they look good on Bastion minted coins.

Places of Interest (( Ready to add more, help the city grow))

The Landing:
The Boorish Hound- The beer here is the most watered down, the food the oldest, the bed straws more rife with life. But you can find a wider range of services rendered.
Arjack and Sons- One of the oldest and most trusted shipwrights on Ecetopia
The Soft House- A brothel serving sailors.
The Sands- A competitive fighting arena.

Trader’s Terrace:
The Plastered Fly- An adventurer’s tavern, through and through. Owned and operated by retired adventurers.
Black Tongs- A Blacksmith
The Hide Away- Leatherworker
Dolores Fetunia’s Fine Tailoria- Tailor and Dressmaker
The Market Square- Merchant’s travel from up and down the Brisk to sell their wares in the square.
The Dancing Dryad- A more expensive brothel.
Apothecarium Arcanum- A potion seller and regent supplier.

Silver Seat:
University at New Bastion- College of the Arcane Arts.
Two Brother’s Trust- Grand Bank of New Bastion

The Cathedral of Deities- A collection of individual churches making up one massive cathedral that houses clergyman and servants to many different religions. Peace is adamantly maintained here, not just by the city guards and the cathedral’s clerics and paladins, but buy the very church itself.

Welcome to New Bastion, The First City

New Bastion-Ecetopia-Open

A Painting of the City

New Bastion

On Ecetopia, with its back to the mountains known as Antioch's Wall, and cradled in the warm embrace of the fast flowing Brisk,just east of Evenshire, sits a city. The city has no founders, society just seemed to congregate at this spot until they realized that the land they had paved was a city. Today this gleaming beacon of progress, commerce, debauchery, politics and many other things, welcomes beings from all over Ecetopia ( and all the worlds beyond).

Levels of wealth are clearly defined in the layout of the city. Closest to the Brisk, and more prone to the spring floods, is The Landing. The Landing is home for many shipwrights, dock workers and their families. It is also home to the poorer citizens, those not able to afford the next tier of New Bastion life.

Up rough stone hewn steps or the steep wagon switchbacks, you enter Trader's Terrace. Trader's Terrace is home to the working class. Artisans and crafters scrape out a living on these streets. Here you will find the guild halls and safer lodgings.

The black smoke of the smithies, mixed with the smell of rising bread, enters the next level of New Bastion, Silver Seat. On New Bastion's third terrace you will find the bankers, the Mage schools, and the homes of New Bastions more well to do. They sleep only under Bastion Hall and The Cathedral of Deities.

The Magistrate Lord chosen to govern New Bastion, so chosen by his Majesty, deals his political dealings in those mighty halls. From here it seems that Bastion Hall is too large for a borderland lord, that’s why the rumors are, that only a quarter of it’s rooms are used. The rest of the hall is a constantly changing dungeon, hiding secrets with the cities heart. Atop those halls, stand The Brothers. Some say those are the brothers that raised the first wall, mortared the first stone. Some say they are great protectors, in tireless vigil over their charge. I think nice to look at, they look good on Bastion minted coins.

Places of Interest (( Ready to add more, help the city grow))

The Landing:
The Boorish Hound- The beer here is the most watered down, the food the oldest, the bed straws more rife with life. But you can find a wider range of services rendered.
Arjack and Sons- One of the oldest and most trusted shipwrights on Ecetopia
The Soft House- A brothel serving sailors.
The Sands- A competitive fighting arena.

Trader’s Terrace:
The Plastered Fly- An adventurer’s tavern, through and through. Owned and operated by retired adventurers.
Black Tongs- A Blacksmith
The Hide Away- Leatherworker
Dolores Fetunia’s Fine Tailoria- Tailor and Dressmaker
The Market Square- Merchant’s travel from up and down the Brisk to sell their wares in the square.
The Dancing Dryad- A more expensive brothel.
Apothecarium Arcanum- A potion seller and regent supplier.

Silver Seat:
University at New Bastion- College of the Arcane Arts.
Two Brother’s Trust- Grand Bank of New Bastion

The Cathedral of Deities- A collection of individual churches making up one massive cathedral that houses clergyman and servants to many different religions. Peace is adamantly maintained here, not just by the city guards and the cathedral’s clerics and paladins, but buy the very church itself.

Welcome to New Bastion, The First City

They keep pulling me back in

That is odd indeed that you were banned, but nice to have you back! : )

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Leprechaun? Lap Racoon? Leper Knee?

@Iuniper

Got it right on the first try, Thanks to Ruby I have seen the error of my ways.