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I'll be posting tomorrow, after school. Sorry~ for the inconvenience.
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Go for it, dude. Supernatural creatures need some love up in here. Actually, magic in general needs some player attention. We have ONE sorcerer, and one creature-demon-person-guy Casmir.
...do you speak Japanese? Cuz all of the anime music I've heard is in Japanese, and I have this awkward mental picture of someone pausing a video to read subtitles every few sentences. Like...rofl. That's what I end up doing whenever I watch an anime intro.
Yyyeeeahhhh..we kinda just rp'd ourselves into a corner, where we can't really advance until everybody responds to the party invite. xP
Yyyeeeahhhh..we kinda just rp'd ourselves into a corner, where we can't really advance until everybody responds to the party invite. xP
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To your first question: Yes. The most obvious way, of course, would be something like telepathy or hypnosis. I was also thinking that a sorcerer could, say, correct the incantation used to bring Anguish back and to fix his current...issue. The broken spell was what caused Anguish to lose all of his memories and his personality from his previous life.
To answer your second question, he only grows when he absorbs fire and such things. I was a bit apprehensive of putting a solid rate of growth in, because I wasn't sure what would be considered too overpowered. To double his size, though? I'd say...Perhaps absorbing a pile of ash about the size of a two story building. Strength wise, I wasn't sure which was a better course. I'd like to say exponentially, but again, I didn't want him to be able to go toe to toe with someone like Zenith too early on in his existence.
Really? I was worried I had skimped out on too many of the details. It's nice to know it wasn't as bad as I perceived.
To answer your second question, he only grows when he absorbs fire and such things. I was a bit apprehensive of putting a solid rate of growth in, because I wasn't sure what would be considered too overpowered. To double his size, though? I'd say...Perhaps absorbing a pile of ash about the size of a two story building. Strength wise, I wasn't sure which was a better course. I'd like to say exponentially, but again, I didn't want him to be able to go toe to toe with someone like Zenith too early on in his existence.
Really? I was worried I had skimped out on too many of the details. It's nice to know it wasn't as bad as I perceived.
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I bit more bare bones than I would have liked, but there it is.
Name: Harold Webster Martin Smaen
Codename: Anguish
Age: 954 years old (Actual) Twenty six minutes and eight and a half seconds (Since Risen)
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: London, England
Affiliations: Ex-Pope Urban II, Ex-Catholic Church, Ex-Godfrey of B, ex- Baeul The Necromancer; Independent
Occupation: N/A
Appearance:
Anguish stands at nine feet five inches tall (for the moment), and weighs roughly a ton and a half. His armored hide is made of stone, and he has crystals of amber stabbing their way through his elbows. Anguish’s mouth his constantly aflame.
Powers: Anguish is capable is a great many things. First, he is incredibly strong. He can lift fifteen tons maximum, though his strength is ever increasing with his size. Second, Anguish can breathe fire, in a way very similar to an old World War II flamethrower. Third, Anguish can use his mouth as a powerful vacuum to suck up the ash he requires to survive and thrive. Speaking of which, that brings me to Anguish’s next ability: Anguish can absorb ash and fire to grow in power, size, and ability. Taking in ash also restores any sort of injury Anguish has received. A side effect of Anguish’s skin is added durability.
Skills: Anguish lacks any sort of skills, traditional or otherwise. He’s kind of an idiot.
Equipment/Resources: Anguish lacks any sort of equipment or resources.
Weaknesses: When Anguish was summoned, he was brought back with a single purpose: To destroy. This purpose has made Anguish just as weak as it has made him strong. His mind is incredibly simplistic, and could be medically treated as mentally ill. While Anguish is quite capable of causing others pain, he himself is constantly in pain. The body he was summoned in constantly sends waves of excruciating pain throughout his nervous system. This pain grows as Anguish does. Because of this, Anguish is filled with so much rage and hate at his own suffering that his simple mind is further blinded from his actions. Put simply, Anguish doesn’t know what he’s doing or why, he’s just doing it to survive. However, if someone were to clear the monster’s mind of suffering, Anguish would shift into his more docile state: Easily persuaded, unshakably loyal, quite stupid, and far too trusting.
Some more physical weaknesses would come in the form of water or extreme cold. If one were to get Anguish to below zero levels of heat, he’d begin to die very quickly. A brute or Zenith-Class would have an easy enough time of pumbling Anguish into a pulp.
Psychological Profile: Anguish’s mental condition can be easily summed up with a handful of words: insane, angry, and in a pain so completely engulfing that even the most powerful wills would collapse under the pressure. The ancient crusader turned fiery beast has the mind of a man broken by indescribable pain and suffering. It was as if this new body Harold was cursed with was Hell itself. The Englishman believes that perhaps this was suffering for the sins he had committed in his life. Yet, he cannot remember that life; which makes his suffering ever more infuriating. Why would the universe bring this upon him? What had he done as a man that made him deserve this fate?
Angry at God, the universe, nature, whoever did this to him, Anguish decides to take out his rage upon those around him. Blinded by anger, the once morally just man unwittingly murders and destroys everything around him in a fit of rage so great that he’d make the Hulk blush.
Biography: Harold Smaen was born to a large family in London, England, before the Great Crusades of his day. His family was part of the noble class. It was because of this that Harold lived a life where everything was handed to him on a silver platter. His father owned a castle in the countryside, and that’s where the Smaen family usually stayed. Occasionally they would all head into the capitol for a feast or something like that. Like everyone during that time that lived in Europe, Harold was Catholic. He went to mass, listened to the priests read the Bible in Latin, and all of the usual stuff. When he reached the appropriate age, Harold began his training as a page, and afterwards went on to become a squire to a knight who served Harold’s father. Upon becoming an adult, Harold was knighted by the monarch. Not too long afterwards the Pope declared a crusade against the Muslims.
Feeling a great sense of duty, Harold joined nearly hundred thousand other European warriors in an attempt to take control of the Holy Land from the Jews and the Muslims. Blinded by his zeal for the Catholic church, Harold joined the rest of his brothers in their foolish march against the Muslim hordes. He was part of the army that participated in the massacre of Jewish villages on the way towards Jerusalem. One such village was the village was Mainz. While he was there, Harold personally participated in the genocide against the unarmed and innocent Jewish people taking shelter there. After that massacre, Harold and his fellow crusaders moved on to besiege Antioch. After the year long siege of the city, the crusaders broke inside and pillaged the city. The inhabitants were massacred, just as the Jews were earlier. Kerbogha and an army of Muslims besieged Antioch soon after. After sallying forth and defeating Kerbogha, the crusaders and Harold moved upon the holy city of Jerusalem. It was there, during the Siege of Jerusalem during the First Crusade, that Harold died.
Many years later, during December of the year 2017, Harold was brought back to life by Baeul the Necromancer. Baeul was a young man who had recently acquired the power of sorcery. During his summoning, Baeul made a critical mistake: he had messed up a word. A single word, and his creation had been ruined. Harold’s body had been turned into fiery a torture chamber for his soul, and the summoner’s control over his monster had been ruined. In a fit of rage, Anguish turned his great strength against the warlock and pounded his pathetic face into the dirt. From there, Anguish began to burn a trail through the forest he had awoken in towards the nearest source of light: Milwaukee, Wisconsin. There was only a single thought on Anguish’s mind while he marched: He needed to die. This horrifying pain that burned within his disgusting demonic body wasn’t worth living with. He had no idea who he was or where he had come from. Anguish had only fleeting images that he couldn’t understand to remind him of a past that he did not know. Hurt and confused, Anguish’s primal instincts led him towards the lights of the city. Perhaps, somewhere deep inside, he knew those lights meant people. Where there were people, there were weapons; and weapons could end this anguish.
Name: Harold Webster Martin Smaen
Codename: Anguish
Age: 954 years old (Actual) Twenty six minutes and eight and a half seconds (Since Risen)
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: London, England
Affiliations: Ex-Pope Urban II, Ex-Catholic Church, Ex-Godfrey of B, ex- Baeul The Necromancer; Independent
Occupation: N/A
Appearance:
Anguish stands at nine feet five inches tall (for the moment), and weighs roughly a ton and a half. His armored hide is made of stone, and he has crystals of amber stabbing their way through his elbows. Anguish’s mouth his constantly aflame.
Powers: Anguish is capable is a great many things. First, he is incredibly strong. He can lift fifteen tons maximum, though his strength is ever increasing with his size. Second, Anguish can breathe fire, in a way very similar to an old World War II flamethrower. Third, Anguish can use his mouth as a powerful vacuum to suck up the ash he requires to survive and thrive. Speaking of which, that brings me to Anguish’s next ability: Anguish can absorb ash and fire to grow in power, size, and ability. Taking in ash also restores any sort of injury Anguish has received. A side effect of Anguish’s skin is added durability.
Skills: Anguish lacks any sort of skills, traditional or otherwise. He’s kind of an idiot.
Equipment/Resources: Anguish lacks any sort of equipment or resources.
Weaknesses: When Anguish was summoned, he was brought back with a single purpose: To destroy. This purpose has made Anguish just as weak as it has made him strong. His mind is incredibly simplistic, and could be medically treated as mentally ill. While Anguish is quite capable of causing others pain, he himself is constantly in pain. The body he was summoned in constantly sends waves of excruciating pain throughout his nervous system. This pain grows as Anguish does. Because of this, Anguish is filled with so much rage and hate at his own suffering that his simple mind is further blinded from his actions. Put simply, Anguish doesn’t know what he’s doing or why, he’s just doing it to survive. However, if someone were to clear the monster’s mind of suffering, Anguish would shift into his more docile state: Easily persuaded, unshakably loyal, quite stupid, and far too trusting.
Some more physical weaknesses would come in the form of water or extreme cold. If one were to get Anguish to below zero levels of heat, he’d begin to die very quickly. A brute or Zenith-Class would have an easy enough time of pumbling Anguish into a pulp.
Psychological Profile: Anguish’s mental condition can be easily summed up with a handful of words: insane, angry, and in a pain so completely engulfing that even the most powerful wills would collapse under the pressure. The ancient crusader turned fiery beast has the mind of a man broken by indescribable pain and suffering. It was as if this new body Harold was cursed with was Hell itself. The Englishman believes that perhaps this was suffering for the sins he had committed in his life. Yet, he cannot remember that life; which makes his suffering ever more infuriating. Why would the universe bring this upon him? What had he done as a man that made him deserve this fate?
Angry at God, the universe, nature, whoever did this to him, Anguish decides to take out his rage upon those around him. Blinded by anger, the once morally just man unwittingly murders and destroys everything around him in a fit of rage so great that he’d make the Hulk blush.
Biography: Harold Smaen was born to a large family in London, England, before the Great Crusades of his day. His family was part of the noble class. It was because of this that Harold lived a life where everything was handed to him on a silver platter. His father owned a castle in the countryside, and that’s where the Smaen family usually stayed. Occasionally they would all head into the capitol for a feast or something like that. Like everyone during that time that lived in Europe, Harold was Catholic. He went to mass, listened to the priests read the Bible in Latin, and all of the usual stuff. When he reached the appropriate age, Harold began his training as a page, and afterwards went on to become a squire to a knight who served Harold’s father. Upon becoming an adult, Harold was knighted by the monarch. Not too long afterwards the Pope declared a crusade against the Muslims.
Feeling a great sense of duty, Harold joined nearly hundred thousand other European warriors in an attempt to take control of the Holy Land from the Jews and the Muslims. Blinded by his zeal for the Catholic church, Harold joined the rest of his brothers in their foolish march against the Muslim hordes. He was part of the army that participated in the massacre of Jewish villages on the way towards Jerusalem. One such village was the village was Mainz. While he was there, Harold personally participated in the genocide against the unarmed and innocent Jewish people taking shelter there. After that massacre, Harold and his fellow crusaders moved on to besiege Antioch. After the year long siege of the city, the crusaders broke inside and pillaged the city. The inhabitants were massacred, just as the Jews were earlier. Kerbogha and an army of Muslims besieged Antioch soon after. After sallying forth and defeating Kerbogha, the crusaders and Harold moved upon the holy city of Jerusalem. It was there, during the Siege of Jerusalem during the First Crusade, that Harold died.
Many years later, during December of the year 2017, Harold was brought back to life by Baeul the Necromancer. Baeul was a young man who had recently acquired the power of sorcery. During his summoning, Baeul made a critical mistake: he had messed up a word. A single word, and his creation had been ruined. Harold’s body had been turned into fiery a torture chamber for his soul, and the summoner’s control over his monster had been ruined. In a fit of rage, Anguish turned his great strength against the warlock and pounded his pathetic face into the dirt. From there, Anguish began to burn a trail through the forest he had awoken in towards the nearest source of light: Milwaukee, Wisconsin. There was only a single thought on Anguish’s mind while he marched: He needed to die. This horrifying pain that burned within his disgusting demonic body wasn’t worth living with. He had no idea who he was or where he had come from. Anguish had only fleeting images that he couldn’t understand to remind him of a past that he did not know. Hurt and confused, Anguish’s primal instincts led him towards the lights of the city. Perhaps, somewhere deep inside, he knew those lights meant people. Where there were people, there were weapons; and weapons could end this anguish.
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Time to take advantage of Didact's return.
*Rubs hands together in a totally evil fashion*
Evil character incoming.
*Rubs hands together in a totally evil fashion*
Evil character incoming.
So, guys. Totally random conversation starter.
What kind of music do you guys listen to?
What kind of music do you guys listen to?
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Hallo there!
Welcome to the wagon, nice to have ya. I don't believe we have anyone else with that sort of skill, player wise anyway, who has that sort of skill. So you'd definitely be bringing something unique in the term of powers to the table.
Welcome to the wagon, nice to have ya. I don't believe we have anyone else with that sort of skill, player wise anyway, who has that sort of skill. So you'd definitely be bringing something unique in the term of powers to the table.
Messiah examined the other players that he would soon be sharing a party with. He began to make a mental list of what he believed all of their physical capabilities were. First, he turned his eyes to the last one to speak, whom had said their name was Oswald. Kind of bland, but Yeshua wasn’t one to judge. Perhaps it was his real name. Or maybe he wished to be seen as ordinary. Whatever the case, the man’s name was trivial. Gauging by the way he joked and absently examined the sky, Messiah guessed that this was both his first time playing the game, and that he had the sort of personality Yeshua got along with quite well: the joking, carefree sort. Or perhaps he was just making a good impression. Judging by the lack of weapons on his person, and the ammunition pouch on his belt, Messiah guessed that he used some sort of small throwing weapons: Perhaps darts or knives, or something in that category. A rogue archetype, he supposed.
Next, the Hebrew’s eyes were turned upon the next to last person to speak, Mushi. He didn’t say too much, so it was hard for Yeshua to gauge his personality. He’d have to talk to him some more and get to know what kind of person he was. He had a cool name, though. Was it Chinese? He guessed that it might be and moved on with his scrutiny. He had what appeared to be a wand of some sort on his belt, so it was pretty safe for Messiah to assume he was a mage. Why did his hair cover one of his eyes?
Then there was Elik. There was no way Arryn Elik was his real name. But it was a name Messiah could appreciate: Unique, immersive to the environment, and short: a name to be remembered. The way he spoke made Messiah guess that he wasn’t very emotional, or he was at least pretty calm and chill at that particular moment. A cool headed guy like him would make a good leader. The sword he had sheathed at his side and the shield on his back made Messiah guess he was probably a tank of some kind.
Messiah’s observations were interrupted by a window popping up in front of him. It seemed Mushi had the initiative to create a party. Trial of Beginnings, huh? That wasn’t a name that made Messiah think Mushi planned to stick around for too long. Or maybe he was really bad with party names. Whatever the case, Messiah spoke the ‘Accept’ command and moved on with his over observation of his new party members.
Next on the list was Megi...No, Meji, Zoku…Sumota? Sumoto? Lord Almighty, Japanese names were a total pain to pronounce. Her introduction was short and to the point, so much so that Messiah couldn’t really detect any sort of emotion in her words. She was in the same boat as Mushi: neither of them seemed to talk too much, and were quite obviously introverts. He’d have to get her talking while they were questing. Zoku seemed to have some sort of tome on her belt, so he guessed her to be another magician. He also noted that she was pretty easy on the eyes.
Last but not least was Midori-nyan. She seemed as easy to read as Oz: An energetic, go-getter type of person. Another player he could easily get along with. Although Yeshua could probably say the same for the rest of the party, those two in particular seemed to be the easiest. Since she was so quick to get the ball rolling on this whole party issue, Messiah guessed she’d probably make a decent leader too. The sword at her side made him think she might be a tank like Elik, but the distinct lack of a shield made him guess she was more of a melee DPS type than a tank type. Like Meji, she was pretty good looking too. Although, most video game avatars were…
After he finished looking at everyone else, Messiah’s gaze set upon himself. His clothing was rather bland: he was wearing a long sleeved leather shirt and matching pants. There was a belt around his waist that held his ammunition pouch, as well as kept his pants up. He opened up the pouch and counted the bolts he had; only twenty? He’d have to watch where he shot, then. Perhaps he could retrieve them after a fight was over. Messiah then took the crossbow off his back and looked it over. It was a simple contraption of metal and wood, nothing special about it. Judging by its weight, Messiah decided he’d have to fire it two handed. Using both hands on a ranged weapon was usually the preferred option, but still. He’d seen one-handed crossbows before. Slinging the weapon onto his back once more, Messiah retrieved his bag and opened it. The only thing inside was a money pouch. He put the inventory item back where he had it before and turned his eyes to his fellow party members.
“Sooo…” He began, waiting for everyone else to accept the invitation, “How’s everybody doin’? Anybody else as excited as I am for this game?” Messiah said, grinning from ear to ear. This was going to be so much fun!
Next, the Hebrew’s eyes were turned upon the next to last person to speak, Mushi. He didn’t say too much, so it was hard for Yeshua to gauge his personality. He’d have to talk to him some more and get to know what kind of person he was. He had a cool name, though. Was it Chinese? He guessed that it might be and moved on with his scrutiny. He had what appeared to be a wand of some sort on his belt, so it was pretty safe for Messiah to assume he was a mage. Why did his hair cover one of his eyes?
Then there was Elik. There was no way Arryn Elik was his real name. But it was a name Messiah could appreciate: Unique, immersive to the environment, and short: a name to be remembered. The way he spoke made Messiah guess that he wasn’t very emotional, or he was at least pretty calm and chill at that particular moment. A cool headed guy like him would make a good leader. The sword he had sheathed at his side and the shield on his back made Messiah guess he was probably a tank of some kind.
Messiah’s observations were interrupted by a window popping up in front of him. It seemed Mushi had the initiative to create a party. Trial of Beginnings, huh? That wasn’t a name that made Messiah think Mushi planned to stick around for too long. Or maybe he was really bad with party names. Whatever the case, Messiah spoke the ‘Accept’ command and moved on with his over observation of his new party members.
Next on the list was Megi...No, Meji, Zoku…Sumota? Sumoto? Lord Almighty, Japanese names were a total pain to pronounce. Her introduction was short and to the point, so much so that Messiah couldn’t really detect any sort of emotion in her words. She was in the same boat as Mushi: neither of them seemed to talk too much, and were quite obviously introverts. He’d have to get her talking while they were questing. Zoku seemed to have some sort of tome on her belt, so he guessed her to be another magician. He also noted that she was pretty easy on the eyes.
Last but not least was Midori-nyan. She seemed as easy to read as Oz: An energetic, go-getter type of person. Another player he could easily get along with. Although Yeshua could probably say the same for the rest of the party, those two in particular seemed to be the easiest. Since she was so quick to get the ball rolling on this whole party issue, Messiah guessed she’d probably make a decent leader too. The sword at her side made him think she might be a tank like Elik, but the distinct lack of a shield made him guess she was more of a melee DPS type than a tank type. Like Meji, she was pretty good looking too. Although, most video game avatars were…
After he finished looking at everyone else, Messiah’s gaze set upon himself. His clothing was rather bland: he was wearing a long sleeved leather shirt and matching pants. There was a belt around his waist that held his ammunition pouch, as well as kept his pants up. He opened up the pouch and counted the bolts he had; only twenty? He’d have to watch where he shot, then. Perhaps he could retrieve them after a fight was over. Messiah then took the crossbow off his back and looked it over. It was a simple contraption of metal and wood, nothing special about it. Judging by its weight, Messiah decided he’d have to fire it two handed. Using both hands on a ranged weapon was usually the preferred option, but still. He’d seen one-handed crossbows before. Slinging the weapon onto his back once more, Messiah retrieved his bag and opened it. The only thing inside was a money pouch. He put the inventory item back where he had it before and turned his eyes to his fellow party members.
“Sooo…” He began, waiting for everyone else to accept the invitation, “How’s everybody doin’? Anybody else as excited as I am for this game?” Messiah said, grinning from ear to ear. This was going to be so much fun!
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