Martian

Fog of Torvelt

Apologies for disappearing, I've been really having a hard time with my mental health. I am still fully interested in this roleplay and will work on getting another post up by tomorrow.

Council of the Night

Sorry about disappearing. Real life has been rough and it is really messing with my mental health. I still have interest in this roleplay and will get up a post tomorrow.

Council of the Night

Count Orlok

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Name: Count Orlok, and many other names throughout history

Inspiration: Nosferatu

Appearance: Orlok is very tall and thin man, resembling a rat more than a man. His faded yellow skin is pulled back like that of a very old man, as he is centuries old. His face is quite off putting, with deep dark eyes, pointed ears, rodent like teeth, many stray grey hairs on his otherwise bald head and very thick eyebrows. Also notable is his hands, which have fingers a good deal longer than most other men ending in talon like fingernails, easily able to slice through flesh. Through the use of magic Orlok is able to shift his features to better blend in among humans, taking many different forms.

Abilities/ Skills: As a Vampire, Orlok has access to the usual abilities. These include greater strength, stamina, and speed than that of humans. He also has minor hypnotic abilities, allowing him to feed on people easier. By drinking the blood of humans Orlok can increase his lifespan, becoming effectively immortal. Regular feeding also allows him to heal rapidly. Orlok loses these abilities while in sunlight. Touching holy objects or silver causes Orlok’s skin to burn and is very painful. He must also sleep in the unhallowed soil of his grave or lose his powers gradually until he does so.

Orlok has also studied the mystical arts, focusing on hexes, illusions and necromancy. While not a master like Dracula, Orlok is still quite skilled with magic. The power he uses the most is illusions, which he uses to blend in with humanity, transforming his monstrous face into an average one. This is very much needed to feed in modern day. Orlok uses hexes to curse those he despises, bringing them a bad fate. While he officially only curses monster hunters, it is rumoured that he also uses them on other monsters he doesn’t like, even members of the Council of Night. Lastly, necromancy allows Orlok to return from his many deaths, not remaining dead for very long. He is also able to raise the recently dead as ghouls in service to him. This ability is currently weak, as he can only raise a few at a time and they decay quickly, returning to death after a few days.

History: Born long ago in the lands that would become Transylvania, Orlok was the son of a shepherd. For most of his life he too was a shepherd, migrating across the Carpathian Mountains. For a while Orlok was content, at least until met the daughter of another shepherd. He longed for her greatly, watching her from afar. However, she was in love with another man, a man Orlok greatly envied. Eventually, they got married, enraging Orlok. That night after the wedding, Orlok sneaked up to the sleeping couple, and slit their throats. The next day the bodies were discovered, baffling the shepherds. Orlok thought that he got away with the crime, that was until his own brother stated he saw Orlok sneak into their tent. In a fury over this betrayal, Orlok stabbed his brother, before fleeing into the mountains. A mob of shepherds chased him for several hours, until they cornered him above a cliff. Orlok shouted that they were all damned to hell like he was, before being pushed off the cliff by the mob.

Orlok would awaken lying in a pool of blood several hundred feet down from the cliff. Wondering how he was still alive, Orlok was then visited by the demon Belial. The demon stated that Orlok had damned his soul, but also offered him power, Orlok agreeing immediately. Belial then unleashed his demonic power, transforming Orlok in a Vampire. Orlok immediately regretted it once he saw what had happened to his face. Belial only laughed at him before disappearing. That night Orlok returned to the shepherd’s camp, killing all who were there. Following this Orlok retreated into the mountains, where he would remain for several centuries, feeding on wayward travellers.

This would be Orlok’s life until the Ottoman Empire invaded. A young Count named Dracula would fight them off. Orlok took note of this, deciding to watch the life of this man. Orlok was quite surprised when Dracula too became a Vampire, approaching him immediately. The two would become allies, Orlok even taking the title of Count to mock him. Dracula gifted Orlok a home and began teaching him magic. Orlok’s studies would be interrupted when Dracula disappeared for the first time. Orlok would spend several years waiting for Dracula at his estate.

Eventually Orlok would become bored and left for the town of Wisborg in Germany. He would spread a new infection of the plague across his journey, making the town quarantine itself. This would end when Orlok was killed by drinking the blood of a pure heart while in sunlight. Orlok would become a burnt corpse, buried in the forest outside the town. He would remain in the ground until his resting place was discovered by Dracula. Using necromancy, Dracula revived Orlok, who promptly fed on many people in Wisborg.

Dracula would take him back to his castle to recuperate, during which time he would resume his magical studies. After finishing his basic training, Orlok decided to travel the world. Using illusion magic, Orlok blended in everywhere, feeding and learning as he went. It was through these travels that he would meet other creatures like werewolves, ghosts, and mutants. After a hundred years, Orlok was called back to Transylvania to meet with Dracula. It was there that he proposed the Council of Night, offering Orlok a seat on the council.

Together they controlled the world through the shadows, as more and more members joined the council. Orlok would once again travel the world, this time on council business. It was after returning from one such trip that he discovered that Dracula was missing. Orlok isn’t too worried as Dracula has disappeared on him before.

Goals: Orlok just wants to exist. He is driven by an overwhelming need to feed, wanting to control the humans like cattle, so that he may remain immortal. Joining the council was a means to ensure this.

Notes: Theme Song

Fog of Torvelt

Naldir was ready to leave before the King even began to speak. As he stood in the great hall, standing among adventurers of every kind, Naldir felt out of his element. He had long surrendered his sword and shield, instead walking the path of a civilian. But why then did he feel so unfulfilled. His thoughts nagged at the back of his mind, as did the words of the divine interloper. For the past several nights the God Amaldi had come to him in nocturnal visions, pleading for him to return to the path of the just. And now for several days Naldir had attempted to ignore the pleas, as he did now, moving to leave the hall.

It was then that the King began to speak with a mighty voice that had a quiver of sadness. Naldir turned back to hear what he had to say, owing the Lord that honour at least. As Naldir listened he pondered over the quandary that was the Fog. For many weeks he heard tales of it, how it swallowed people up forever. He had also heard whispers of the Prince disappearing, but it was still a shock when King Brand confirmed it. Naldir felt a knot form in his stomach as he remembered what it was like to feel like you have lost someone very close to you. He focused on that feeling as the King continued talking, even glossing over the reward. There was nothing physical that Brand could offer Naldir, he did not need riches or land. Naldir was painfully aware that no mortal could repair his soul, for he truly believed that it had been damaged.

Naldir remained in the hall as many began to leave, obviously not ready for the danger required in dealing with the Fog. As Naldir began to think that everyone may leave, a Half-Elf approached the King and knelt before him, swearing herself to the cause. Immediately afterwards several others approached, first another Half-Elf, then a fearsome looking Dragonborn, a Dwarf and a Man, a Minotaur of all things, then a lady Tiefling. All pledged themselves to the cause. Most of the others had left the room and Naldir greatly considered following them. Surely this was enough heroes, as they all seemed quite capable. But Naldir remembered the lessons of a Paladin, that an extra blade in good faith is always needed. With the knot tightening in his stomach, Naldir stepped forward.

“My name is Naldir Kadim, and I shall pledge you Lord my sword and shield,” Naldir said as he knelt, “As I devote myself to returning the young Prince.”

Naldir looked up, locking eyes with the King. Realizing that there was no going back now, Naldir stood up and followed after the others who had sworn themselves to this quest. In the back of his mind he recalled the dreams of Amaldi telling him to follow the path to redemption.

Fog of Torvelt

Naldir Kadim

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N A L D I R K A D I M

“When death comes, we all must answer for what we wrought on this world.”

_{B A S I C S}

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_NAME
Naldir Kadim

_AGE
32

_RACE
Fallen Aasimar

_CLASS
Paladin

_OCCUPATION
Bartender

_{ORIGINATES FROM}
Caziar

_{IF OUTSIDE TORVELT}
Caziar is a land to the west of Torvelt, notable for its vast expanses of farm land and beautiful lakes. While a small nation, Caziar maintains good relations with all its neighbouring kingdoms. While similar to many other lands in terms of the makeup of races, Caziar is well known for being very religious, worshipping the light deity Amaldi. Anyone who is not part of this religion is viewed as odd and most likely sinister in intent.

_{P H Y S I C A L A T T R I B U T E S}

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_{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Naldir is small for an Aasimar, standing under six feet tall. While he seems to be quite skinny, beneath his clothes Naldir has a very well toned body and is quite muscular. Beneath the grey cloak he wears, one can see Naldir’s very pale visage, almost like snow. Both eyes are a milky white and without irises, as it is with all Aasimar. A messy crop of light blond hair sits at the top of his head, clearly not having been combed in a while. Various scars adorn Naldir’s body, from a lifetime of conflict. However, his face is still blemish free and would be considered quite handsome.

_STRENGTHS

• Sword & Shield Fighting
• Religious Lore
• Stamina

_WEAKNESSES

• Self Hatred
• Anger Issues
• Old Wounds

_{P S Y C H O L O G I C A L A T T R I B U T E S}

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_PERSONALITY
Righteous - Loyal - Vengeful - Afraid - Educated - Honest - Perfectionist

_SEXUALITY
Asexual

_FEARS

• Repeating past mistakes
• Failing others
• His rage

_GOALS

• To help those in need
• To redeem himself

_{S K I L L S}

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A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges.

_{Night Vision}
As an Aasimar, Naldir can see up to 60 feet in front of him, even with little to no light.

_{Light Bearer}
As divine beings, Aasimar can summon their inner light as a small orb of light in their hand. This light fades after a few minutes. Since he has fallen, Naldir’s light is now black in colour.

_{Shield Fighting}
While Naldir does wield a sword, he is much more comfortable using his shield in battle, as both a means of defence and as a weapon.

_{Religious Lore}
Naldir was raised in the Church and as such possesses a wealth of knowledge about rituals and deities, particularly the god Amaldi.

_{G E A R}

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_{ITEMS ON PERSON}

Can have as many or as few as you like, mainly 'important' items

• Leather Armour
• Cloak
• Holy Book

_WEAPONS

• Sword
• Large Shield
• Dagger x2

_{H I S T O R Y}

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Naldir was born to the Kadim family, a small clan of farmers working the fields of Caziar. While far from their first child, Naldir’s birth was notable in how he looked. While both of his parents were human, Naldir was born an Aasimar, a being with divine heritage. The Kadim’s marvelled at the young Naldir, believing his birth to be a sign of good fortune. News quickly spread to nearby farms of the birth of an Aasimar, and soon the local clergy got involved. A priest of Amaldi, the god of light worshipped in Caziar, inspected the young Naldir and agreed that he was an Aasimar. But this confirmation meant that young Naldir would be taken from his family and brought to a temple in a nearby town for training.

So, while only a few months old, Naldir was taken to the nearby temple, and destined for a life of service to Amaldi. As soon as he could talk, Naldir was taken through the literature and lessons of Amaldi, taught why he should dedicate his life for him. As he grew, though he was around other young acolytes, Naldir did not make any friends, believing that it was because he was an Aasimar. Naldir grew lonely, retreating into stories he read of warrior saints fighting for Amaldi. These stories inspired Naldir to pursue the path of a paladin in service of Amaldi.

As Naldir grew older so did his body, as he became well toned and athletic. He was transferred to another temple, this one larger and in the city, to officially begin training as a paladin. It would be there that he met his first true friend, Zala. She too was an Aasimar, making it the first time that Naldir had met his own kind, and was also training at the temple. She was a few years older than Naldir and well into her studies as a cleric. The two immediately hit it off and became close. There would be rumours at the temple but that the two were involved, but it was not true. Zala had been seeing a local merchant named Luto in secret, while Naldir was asexual. This bond only deepened through their years studying together.

Years past and Naldir officially became a paladin, swearing a lifelong oath to Amaldi. Given the weapons and armour of a paladin, he was assigned to escort travelling priests who may be attacked by bandits. He did this for several years, earning several wound when he did run into bandits. Eventually, he was made the personal guard of a bishop. While returning to the city where he spent most of his life, Naldir arrived just in time see a horde of Orcs rush out of the city, leaving it in flames.

Naldir ran to the temple to make sure everyone was alright. Zala was there, revealing that Luto had been killed in the raid. Both of them were very upset over this and decided to track down the Orcs. That night they left their posts and tracked down the Orcs. They surprised them, killing many in their sleep. Soon, most of the Orcs would awaken, leading to a deadly battle. During it, Zala would be struck, collapsing to the ground. Believing her dead Naldir flew into a rage slaying many Orc warriors, before blacking out.

Naldir would awaken to find himself sitting among the dead bodies of an entire Orc tribe, and not just the warriors. Realizing what he had done, Naldir went into a state of emotional shock, as he felt his divine powers leaving him as he fell from grace. Looking around he found the body of Zala, only to discover that she was still alive. Picking her up, Naldir took them both back to the city. When they arrived they were met with many questions, Naldir answering honestly. When the bishop had realized what they done, they were offered a chance to admit their sins and walk the path of redemption. Still in a fury Naldir blamed them for making him how he is. He then left the temple and Zala behind, never returning.

Naldir travelled east for a while, looking for somewhere he could disappear. He found such a place when he entered the swamps of Torvelt. It would be there that he settled, working at a local bar and inn, given a small room in the basement. For a few years things were good with this arrangement, but then the nightmares started. In his sleep Naldir would see visions of Almadi, the god urging him toward redemption. The dreams would start to affect Naldir as he began to feel the urge to do a good deed and become a hero again.

Council of the Night

Finished my character sheet.

Count Orlok

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Name: Count Orlok, and many other names throughout history

Inspiration: Nosferatu

Appearance: Orlok is very tall and thin man, resembling a rat more than a man. His faded yellow skin is pulled back like that of a very old man, as he is centuries old. His face is quite off putting, with deep dark eyes, pointed ears, rodent like teeth, many stray grey hairs on his otherwise bald head and very thick eyebrows. Also notable is his hands, which have fingers a good deal longer than most other men ending in talon like fingernails, easily able to slice through flesh. Through the use of magic Orlok is able to shift his features to better blend in among humans, taking many different forms.

Abilities/ Skills: As a Vampire, Orlok has access to the usual abilities. These include greater strength, stamina, and speed than that of humans. He also has minor hypnotic abilities, allowing him to feed on people easier. By drinking the blood of humans Orlok can increase his lifespan, becoming effectively immortal. Regular feeding also allows him to heal rapidly. Orlok loses these abilities while in sunlight. Touching holy objects or silver causes Orlok’s skin to burn and is very painful. He must also sleep in the unhallowed soil of his grave or lose his powers gradually until he does so.

Orlok has also studied the mystical arts, focusing on hexes, illusions and necromancy. While not a master like Dracula, Orlok is still quite skilled with magic. The power he uses the most is illusions, which he uses to blend in with humanity, transforming his monstrous face into an average one. This is very much needed to feed in modern day. Orlok uses hexes to curse those he despises, bringing them a bad fate. While he officially only curses monster hunters, it is rumoured that he also uses them on other monsters he doesn’t like, even members of the Council of Night. Lastly, necromancy allows Orlok to return from his many deaths, not remaining dead for very long. He is also able to raise the recently dead as ghouls in service to him. This ability is currently weak, as he can only raise a few at a time and they decay quickly, returning to death after a few days.

History: Born long ago in the lands that would become Transylvania, Orlok was the son of a shepherd. For most of his life he too was a shepherd, migrating across the Carpathian Mountains. For a while Orlok was content, at least until met the daughter of another shepherd. He longed for her greatly, watching her from afar. However, she was in love with another man, a man Orlok greatly envied. Eventually, they got married, enraging Orlok. That night after the wedding, Orlok sneaked up to the sleeping couple, and slit their throats. The next day the bodies were discovered, baffling the shepherds. Orlok thought that he got away with the crime, that was until his own brother stated he saw Orlok sneak into their tent. In a fury over this betrayal, Orlok stabbed his brother, before fleeing into the mountains. A mob of shepherds chased him for several hours, until they cornered him above a cliff. Orlok shouted that they were all damned to hell like he was, before being pushed off the cliff by the mob.

Orlok would awaken lying in a pool of blood several hundred feet down from the cliff. Wondering how he was still alive, Orlok was then visited by the demon Belial. The demon stated that Orlok had damned his soul, but also offered him power, Orlok agreeing immediately. Belial then unleashed his demonic power, transforming Orlok in a Vampire. Orlok immediately regretted it once he saw what had happened to his face. Belial only laughed at him before disappearing. That night Orlok returned to the shepherd’s camp, killing all who were there. Following this Orlok retreated into the mountains, where he would remain for several centuries, feeding on wayward travellers.

This would be Orlok’s life until the Ottoman Empire invaded. A young Count named Dracula would fight them off. Orlok took note of this, deciding to watch the life of this man. Orlok was quite surprised when Dracula too became a Vampire, approaching him immediately. The two would become allies, Orlok even taking the title of Count to mock him. Dracula gifted Orlok a home and began teaching him magic. Orlok’s studies would be interrupted when Dracula disappeared for the first time. Orlok would spend several years waiting for Dracula at his estate.

Eventually Orlok would become bored and left for the town of Wisborg in Germany. He would spread a new infection of the plague across his journey, making the town quarantine itself. This would end when Orlok was killed by drinking the blood of a pure heart while in sunlight. Orlok would become a burnt corpse, buried in the forest outside the town. He would remain in the ground until his resting place was discovered by Dracula. Using necromancy, Dracula revived Orlok, who promptly fed on many people in Wisborg.

Dracula would take him back to his castle to recuperate, during which time he would resume his magical studies. After finishing his basic training, Orlok decided to travel the world. Using illusion magic, Orlok blended in everywhere, feeding and learning as he went. It was through these travels that he would meet other creatures like werewolves, ghosts, and mutants. After a hundred years, Orlok was called back to Transylvania to meet with Dracula. It was there that he proposed the Council of Night, offering Orlok a seat on the council.

Together they controlled the world through the shadows, as more and more members joined the council. Orlok would once again travel the world, this time on council business. It was after returning from one such trip that he discovered that Dracula was missing. Orlok isn’t too worried as Dracula has disappeared on him before.

Goals: Orlok just wants to exist. He is driven by an overwhelming need to feed, wanting to control the humans like cattle, so that he may remain immortal. Joining the council was a means to ensure this.

Notes: Theme Song

Council of the Night

So I finally decided on a character. Count Orlok from Nosferatu, kind of a predecessor to the Universal Monsters. Hopefully will have the sheet done tomorrow.

Fog of Torvelt

Finally finished my character and sent it for evaluation.

ATLANTIS: The Lost Empire

Tristan had to grip his typewriter with force as the ship lurched rapidly against the storm powered waves. He cursed quietly as readjusted the position of the typewriter on his room’s desk. He would be quiet cross if the expensive machine were to be damaged. While the expedition’s benefactor Mr. Whitmore had quite enough money to easily replace it, Tristan would still feel bad if such a nice piece of machinery was ruined by the jostling of the sea. Plus, Mr. Whitmore had said that Tristan could keep the new typewriter once the expedition was completed.

Tristan had just finished a draft of his account of the expedition so far. Normally Tristan would have went through several drafts already, wanting to tell the story in the best way. However, there wasn’t much to tell. They were only on their third day at sea with very little to report. While the splendour of the ship had initially been very interesting to Tristan, giving him ideas about writing a nautical adventure, the whole thing had become humdrum fast as everyone fell into the monotony of their duties. Hell, this was the first time there had even been a storm, which was something of note.

Tristan placed the typewriter and his report into the large suitcase next to him, one designed to store a typewriter, and placed the luggage under the bottom bunk he had claimed. As he did so, his stomach growled reminding him that he had skipped lunch to read a book and write his report. Tristan hoped that there was still some food left, as lunch was over two hours ago. Tristan threw on a brown overcoat, as it was chilly today, and left his room. In the hall outside, several of the military types were gathered and laughing. It gave Tristan pause to try and figure out what about this expedition would be so dangerous that it would require a small army. In fact, Tristan still had many more questions about this whole endeavour. If they were looking for ruins at the bottom of the ocean, then why did they need demolition experts? It was a little bit sketchy to Tristan, but he had placed his faith in Preston Whitmore, who he was still greatly appreciative of being offered this job.

Tristan made his way out of the hallway and onto the exposed part of the ship. Bursts of sea spray greeted him, darkening his overcoat as he was dampened. Tristan hurried down toward the mess hall, wanting to get away from the storm as fast as possible. As he turned the corner that led to the mess hall, Tristan slipped on the wet floor, sliding forward. At the same time a sailor also turned the corner, colliding with Tristan. The two were both knocked off their feet, the sailor dropping a bag of potatoes, while Tristan’s journal fell out of his coat pocket.

“The hell is your problem?” spat the sailor as he tried to pick the potatoes of the floor.

Tristan froze up. He was not good with confrontation. So, he quickly gathered the potatoes and handed them to the sailor, before grabbing his journal and fleeing the scene, leaving the sailor with a confused expression. Tristan’s hunger left his mind as he rushed out of the area. What a klutz, he thought. Once he found a secluded part of the ship Tristan stopped and breathed in the ocean air. The salty mist calmed him down, grounding him, and quieting his mind. Tristan then took out his personal journal and made note of this situation so that he may learn from it.

Fog of Torvelt

Working on my Fallen Aasimar Paladin. Hopefully I will submit it tomorrow.