Lucian

League of Extraordinary Gentlemen/Penny Dreadful meets 1940's Indiana Jones/The Rocketeer/The Mummy

It doesn't appear that Pep is planning on doing this. Maybe somebody else should reboot. I would, but I'm already GM-ing a roleplay, and playing in two others.

The Elder Scrolls: War of Armageddon

Sep said
Don't think I will actually join this one. I just... can't get into a Elder Scrolls character in my head.

Alright, no problem.

Also, I added the spells category to the character sheet, if anyone wants to add a few.

The Elder Scrolls: War of Armageddon

Basic Info
Name: Mogaheedon

Alias: Mog

Age: 212

Birth Place: High Rock

Birth Sign: Originally born under the sign of The Mage, but reassigned through the use of The Ritual standing stone in Skyrim, to better assist in the study of Necromancy

Race: Lich (Breton)

Class: Mage/Necromancer

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Uninterested

Marital Status: Wife (Deceased)

Properties: Solitary tower in the northern mountains of Skyrim

Affiliations: College of Winterhold (Estranged), Mage's Guild (formerly)

Afflictions: Mogaheedon is technically undead. As a Lich, he possesses all of the faculties of his former living mind, but now possesses a degree of immortality. Though his body will rot and decay, it is sustained by magic instead of traditional life. As such, he will not die of old age. Despite the obvious benefits, this condition has left him quite vulnerable to fire, magical or otherwise, and purer magics. He is also vulnerable to spells that specifically target undead.

Religion: Reveres Magnus, and Julianos

Family
-Wife, Deceased
-Son, Deceased

Personality
General: In general, Mog is introverted. He tends to be focused and serious, and doesn't often keep the company of others. He abhors ignorance, stupidity, and narrow-mindedness. He has lived in self-imposed isolation for most of his unnatural life, for obvious reasons. The times he visits settlements are few and far between, and he is often heavily disguised, avoiding contact with most people. His years of isolation tend to show, as he can be very blunt and quick to annoyance.

Positive Traits
-Wisom of two centuries of life, one of which has been spent mostly studying.
-Logical mind
-Knowledge of History

Negative Traits
-Short fuse when it comes to foolishness
-Introvert
-Socially inept
-Slightly cynical
-Amorality

Fears
-True death, above all.
-Being controlled by another Necromancer
-Fire
-Holy magics
-Large crowds

Quirks
-Sometimes talks to himself when deep in thought, the product of many years spent alone.
-Frequently offers insight into irrelevant facts about the world.
-Has an unconscious twitch in his left arm, the result of years of undeath taking their toll.

Appearance
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 90 LBS
Build: Inhumanly thin
Hair Length: Shoulder-length, thinning
Hair Color: White
Facial Hair: None
Eye Color: Sockets are populated by a lightly glowing otherworldly green light

Gear
Armor:
-Ancient Hooded Necromancer's robes, aesthetically modified with various furs and pelts.
-Zahkriisos' Mask
-Ring of Major Conjuration
-Amulet of Major Magicka

Weapons
-Staff of the Storm Wall
-Bound Sword

Spells
-Bound Sword
-Dead Thrall
-Reanimate Corpse
-Revenant
-Lightning Bolt
-Chain Lightning
-Lightning Cloak

Items
-Soul Gems
-Magicka potions
-Black soul Gems

History/Biography
I will get to this in a bit, probably later today.

Godhood Lite: Cradle of the Gods

TheUnknowable said
nah, mostly just the tech or meta ones. Or Iron Man, or Jedi. Haven't really decided.

I...do not approve of this.

The Elder Scrolls: War of Armageddon

tech said
Yeah I did it with one arm (lefties broken) so I'm being a tad lazy, and you're right Jason is no Tyrion.

Oh jeez. Ouch. Well, if you have to take a bit longer, I don't mind. Quality over quantity.

Truth said
I seem to not be able to find the information I seek once again - does anyone know if there is a Bosmer King? Or if Valenwood is ruled by the Aldmeri Dominon?Edit: Also I'm in a stalemate with two of my Elder Scrolls characters. One of which is an evil mage that was a member of the High Council of Mages of the Mages Guild and the second in question is a ranger that works as a scou for whomever rules over Valenwood. The second is of course a fabricated history of an exsisting ES character of mine. Which would you prefer to RP with based on this.

In answer to this, I'd prefer you went with the Bosmer scout, since I was planning on making a darker mage character myself.

The Elder Scrolls: War of Armageddon

swampogreknight said

I like him a lot. Accepted.

tech said

Okay, two things. They're mostly personal nitpicks,

1) Clean up your spelling a tad.

2) I just can't permit the Tyrion quote. I'm sorry. The cult of tits and wine is not polytheistic. There is only one God.

Other than that, I really enjoy the whole drunken sex-addicted hedonist thing you've got going. Should be a fun addition.

Tell me I'm a pretty bird

Raxacoricofallapatorius said
There's no way the word "kestrel" can be used to infer physical attraction tho

Then you aren't trying hard enough. Don't you love me? >:C

Godhood Lite: Cradle of the Gods

TheUnknowable said
Even as a servant? I guess I could limit her energy output severely three days out of every 28.Besides, I'm going to have the Justice League, so why not?

Wait, how are you going to have the JLA? They have a ton of magic users. That's not your area.

Whoops, double post

Godhood Lite: Cradle of the Gods

The Stag watched from afar as his kin made their claims upon the world. Many others had appeared as well, leaving their marks in various places. It was time, Sylvan decided, to leave his own. The skies darkened with their first storms. The rain came in torrents, and the thunder shook the heavens, heralding his arrival. Lightning struck, again and again. Instead of damaging the world, however, flora budded where the lightning hit. Soon enough, the world would be covered in grasses, flowers, and moss. At least, the parts of the world that the other Gods allowed. As the storm raged, Sylvan assumed the form of a young boy, walking on the clouds. The boy heaved once, and then coughed up a seed. The Worldseed. Sylvan used one each time he made the transition. It was the most enjoyable part of switching universes, for him. Worldseed in hand, he leaped from the cloud into a pencil-dive toward the stony earth beneath. When the boy that was Sylvan made contact, the earth parted before the force of his impact, and he sunk himself deep into the world. When he had reached sufficient depth, he deployed the Worldseed. It waited, hesitant, as if asking permission to do it's duty. Sylvan caressed it with one hand, and it began to shiver.

High above, on the world's surface, the entire planet trembled, as the roots of the Worldseed took hold. The roots spread with violent speed and incredible force. Entire forests exploded through the earth, all across the world. Sylvan ensured that the roots did not invade The Spiral's subterranean realm. He had no wish to make an enemy of the Changer of Ways. With the rumbling of the great storm, and the shaking of the earth due to the Worldseed's expansion, there could be no mistaking it, the Treefather had arrived, and the other Gods would know it.

Eventually, the rain and thunder subsided, and the clouds let the sun shine on the newly seeded world. Now, Sylvan, who was the great wolf, the runner, sprinted from forest to forest. Where he stepped, the ecosystem changed. Birds began chirping where there had been none before. Deer appeared, running beside him. All manner of forest-dwelling creatures began to populate the forests of the new world. Finally, the wolf's run was completed. The forests of the world were full of life, and the roots of the trees ran strong and deep. His conquest completed, the great wolf let out a loud howl of victory, loud enough for the world to hear. Now that the work was done, he took the shape of the young boy again, and brushed his hand across the trunk of one the trees. This one would be his home, for now. He climbed it to it's peak, and then commanded it to grow larger. It grew and grew, to the size of a mountain. From one of the branches, the boy that was Sylvan, smiling with confidence in his creations, watched to see what the others would do.

Godhood Lite: Cradle of the Gods

It would seem I have some catching up to do.

EDIT: Post is up. Made quite the entrance. The world is a lot greener now.