Necrophage

Tooth and Claw (Sci-Fi Pit Fighting and Societal War for Good Measure)[High Casual]

Tsargorav would just stand by and sell everyone weapons to kill each other. Profit and less competition. A win-win.

Tooth and Claw (Sci-Fi Pit Fighting and Societal War for Good Measure)[High Casual]

The Rebel Xander

Character Name: Crispin Xander

Sex: Male

Appearance

A generally suave looking fellow with absolutely no modifications. A normal human.

Autocratic House

Tsargorav

Tsargorav is a militaristic faction led by a family of the same name that helps keep Merkadian forces armed to the teeth and trained to respond quickly. They profit mostly off of the sales their weapons make including the shadier aspects of their business.

Biological Enhancements:
Absolutely none.

Personality:

Crispin is stoic and rebellious. Willful strength is something he has in droves and he isn't afraid to let everyone else know. He admits that part of his strength comes from his Christian belief, a religion that has been in massive decline since the rise of the Merkadian regime long ago.
This rebel is in a state of mind where he knows he will die eventually and he damned well will do as much as he can to make it take as long as possible. Maybe if he lasts long enough his cause won't totally die with him.

History: Here's a short story instead!

"Crispin Xander?" A rather short man confirmed, looking down on the chained rebel from atop a stand. "THE Xander? Hah, you lasted a while out there didn't you?" Crispin looked up at the auctioneer before looking back at the ground in silence. A lot of his energy had been beaten out of him the last time he tried to fight back. "Come now. I've given you permission to speak, so speak!" The weasely auctioneer demanded.

Crispin tried to posture himself against the pole that held him in line with the other men and failed against the solid bindings. It was a showing of new slaves for the arena and corporations, syndicates and other houses were here to bid for them. Finally he looked up at the diminutive man's eyes, staring coldly at him. "Just kill me you little shit stain." The auctioneer beamed wickedly at him, triumphant in getting a rise.

"Oh we'll see who the shit stain is after the beasts of the arena eat you." He chuckled at his own clever remark."Xander, you and your men here have been condemned to fight in the arena until death. Your little escapades mean nothing anymore. Play nice because you're going to help line Merkadia with profit. See? Even your death will mean something!" The little auctioneer boasted.

Men in suits and various other types of ornamental outfits started walking in to see the day's haul of merchandise. "Here they are. Grovel and you might get a nice patron." The little man whispered.

A man in a black suit, lined with red gilding started eying Crispin's line as the other patrons spread around the chamber to look at others. He was middle-aged, wrinkles just setting into his eyes and gray hints striking his hairline. He looked up and down at each person with the kind of passionless poise of a man deciding what he wanted for dinner. He paused in front of Crispin and turned to look back at the auction master. Who promptly asked him a question, "Is something the matter, sir?"

"Is something the matter he says? Of course something is the matter. This merchandise is battered. Damaged merchandise is not worth such a cost. Even if it is rebel scum you should have just executed them!" He turned and leaned in toward Crispin. "Especially this one." Crispin scowled at him before forcing himself forward and head butting the man in the face. The patron fell on the ground cradling his face as some blood dripped between his hands onto the expensive suit. The hands muffled the string of curses he spat out.

The auctioneer acted immediately, arming himself with the shockstaff he kept handy against his stand and prodding Crispin. The rebel clenched and shook involuntarily as the shock hit him. "Stop!" The patron shouted, word partially muffled by the handkerchief he had pulled out to cover his bleeding nose. "This one has fire. I will enjoy snuffing it out." He wiped the blood from his nose and glanced at the rest of the line. "These are all his troop?" He questioned the auctioneer.

"Yes, Mr. Tsargorav." The auctioneer responded instantly.

"Good, I will buy them." He blew blood into the handkerchief and continued." ... At a discount!"

"A discount sir?" The auctioneer looked puzzled. A threatening leer from Mr. Tsargorav was enough to coerce him. "Of course sir, for damage done, a discount."

The Tsargorav looked the rebel in the eyes, staying away enough to avoid another sharp head butt. "You've made me bleed. I will enjoy finding creative activities for you to make me money. You will survive so long as I allow it." He turned away to motion for some of his retainers. "Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting."

Quick Overview: Crispin Xander is a notorious rebel who lasted for months in Merkadia without being caught, causing all kinds of havoc until special forces finally tracked him down. It is unusual for anyone to give military forces so much trouble. They killed most of his men before capturing the rest with non-lethal weaponry to ensure there were no more insurgencies to be had. As a show of good will to their national past time they enrolled the remaining few who were not tortured to death for information to spend the remainder of their short lives entertaining Merkadia.

Tooth and Claw (Sci-Fi Pit Fighting and Societal War for Good Measure)[High Casual]

@ScreenAcne
Can't quite picture how his face is but he sounds pretty hideous, that's for sure.

Tooth and Claw (Sci-Fi Pit Fighting and Societal War for Good Measure)[High Casual]

The Rebel Xander

Character Name: Crispin Xander

Sex: Male

Appearance

A generally suave looking fellow with absolutely no modifications. A normal human.

Autocratic House

Tsargorav

Tsargorav is a militaristic faction led by a family of the same name that helps keep Merkadian forces armed to the teeth and trained to respond quickly. They profit mostly off of the sales their weapons make including the shadier aspects of their business.

Biological Enhancements:
Absolutely none.

Personality:

Crispin is stoic and rebellious. Willful strength is something he has in droves and he isn't afraid to let everyone else know. He admits that part of his strength comes from his Christian belief, a religion that has been in massive decline since the rise of the Merkadian regime long ago.
This rebel is in a state of mind where he knows he will die eventually and he damned well will do as much as he can to make it take as long as possible. Maybe if he lasts long enough his cause won't totally die with him.

History: Here's a short story instead!

"Crispin Xander?" A rather short man confirmed, looking down on the chained rebel from atop a stand. "THE Xander? Hah, you lasted a while out there didn't you?" Crispin looked up at the auctioneer before looking back at the ground in silence. A lot of his energy had been beaten out of him the last time he tried to fight back. "Come now. I've given you permission to speak, so speak!" The weasely auctioneer demanded.

Crispin tried to posture himself against the pole that held him in line with the other men and failed against the solid bindings. It was a showing of new slaves for the arena and corporations, syndicates and other houses were here to bid for them. Finally he looked up at the diminutive man's eyes, staring coldly at him. "Just kill me you little shit stain." The auctioneer beamed wickedly at him, triumphant in getting a rise.

"Oh we'll see who the shit stain is after the beasts of the arena eat you." He chuckled at his own clever remark."Xander, you and your men here have been condemned to fight in the arena until death. Your little escapades mean nothing anymore. Play nice because you're going to help line Merkadia with profit. See? Even your death will mean something!" The little auctioneer boasted.

Men in suits and various other types of ornamental outfits started walking in to see the day's haul of merchandise. "Here they are. Grovel and you might get a nice patron." The little man whispered.

A man in a black suit, lined with red gilding started eying Crispin's line as the other patrons spread around the chamber to look at others. He was middle-aged, wrinkles just setting into his eyes and gray hints striking his hairline. He looked up and down at each person with the kind of passionless poise of a man deciding what he wanted for dinner. He paused in front of Crispin and turned to look back at the auction master. Who promptly asked him a question, "Is something the matter, sir?"

"Is something the matter he says? Of course something is the matter. This merchandise is battered. Damaged merchandise is not worth such a cost. Even if it is rebel scum you should have just executed them!" He turned and leaned in toward Crispin. "Especially this one." Crispin scowled at him before forcing himself forward and head butting the man in the face. The patron fell on the ground cradling his face as some blood dripped between his hands onto the expensive suit. The hands muffled the string of curses he spat out.

The auctioneer acted immediately, arming himself with the shockstaff he kept handy against his stand and prodding Crispin. The rebel clenched and shook involuntarily as the shock hit him. "Stop!" The patron shouted, word partially muffled by the handkerchief he had pulled out to cover his bleeding nose. "This one has fire. I will enjoy snuffing it out." He wiped the blood from his nose and glanced at the rest of the line. "These are all his troop?" He questioned the auctioneer.

"Yes, Mr. Tsargorav." The auctioneer responded instantly.

"Good, I will buy them." He blew blood into the handkerchief and continued." ... At a discount!"

"A discount sir?" The auctioneer looked puzzled. A threatening leer from Mr. Tsargorav was enough to coerce him. "Of course sir, for damage done, a discount."

The Tsargorav looked the rebel in the eyes, staying away enough to avoid another sharp head butt. "You've made me bleed. I will enjoy finding creative activities for you to make me money. You will survive so long as I allow it." He turned away to motion for some of his retainers. "Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting."

Quick Overview: Crispin Xander is a notorious rebel who lasted for months in Merkadia without being caught, causing all kinds of havoc until special forces finally tracked him down. It is unusual for anyone to give military forces so much trouble. They killed most of his men before capturing the rest with non-lethal weaponry to ensure there were no more insurgencies to be had. As a show of good will to their national past time they enrolled the remaining few who were not tortured to death for information to spend the remainder of their short lives entertaining Merkadia.

Hope you enjoy, I actually enjoyed writing the "history".

Tooth and Claw (Sci-Fi Pit Fighting and Societal War for Good Measure)[High Casual]

Would there be different scenarios with weapons or even a trapped dungeon where people must reach the end to succeed? This is beyond the digital age so they could easily watch via screens.

Vendetta Inc.

Priest

Name: Priest (An alias.)
Age: 31
Appearance:

Priest has an arrogant smirk plastered on his face almost constantly. He always wears clothing that covers most of his extremities, habit from his youth.

Height/Weight: About 5'11 and built like a hawk. He's wiry but has no strength that would make him stand out. Weighs about 160 pounds.

Skills/Powers:
Priest is a collector of knowledge, mystical weapons and ancient artifacts. If there is something that ties to the mystics and pagan rituals of the past he has an interest in it. To be fair this will include signature powers he has gained from artifacts that significantly change the way he works.

Cheating Death: At least that's the way he likes to look at it. Priest has helped a lot of people out of their money by healing and acting the part of a holy man. In reality he uses practices that a Christian world would frown upon. One cannot deny however that his ability to heal others is very effective. He's even managed to cure diseases. Quite impressive.
The downside is that the first few times he did it he wound of scrambling the subjects anatomy so bad they instantly died. He's gotten really good at it since then. Priest must be touching a subject to heal them and he cannot raise the dead.

Weapon(s)/item(s):
The Book of Thoth: Ancient book of magic and rituals supposedly belonging originally to Thoth himself, an Egyptian god of magic and watcher over the dead. The book itself holds a great deal of mysteries and despite having held it in his collection for quite some time Priest still hasn't unlocked all its secrets. The spells he has translated are mostly obscure rituals but there are some support spells detailed inside that allow Priest to be a real help on a battlefield.
It grants him specifically power to heal using his magic, this of course has no effect on robots (For obvious reasons). This takes him a moment of concentration and he must be close to an ally. He's good at keeping focus but breaking his concentration while he does this isn't wise (You should have seen his first test subjects, that was messy). Alternatively that means he can screw with people's anatomy on purpose and play the part of god. He keeps the book locked away somewhere unknown to keep his secrets hidden.

Clay Golem: An ancient Hebrew construct he learned about from Rabbis in Jerusalem. This particular one he has named Bob. Bob is eight feet tall and weighs about eight hundred pounds. Bob is capable of recovering from most attacks by absorbing the material around him. Bob's weakness is a scroll kept in the back of his mouth with Priest's name written on it.
Golems like this are generally something only a high-ranking Hebrew sorcerer would have access to. But like most things he uses, Priest stole that knowledge and used it for his own gain.
Bob is able to change the way his outer shell looks so he appears like a roided-out super lifter with a bald head and wears clothes to match his size. He is absolutely obedient to Priest and makes for a fine body guard and bullet shield. Priest has often been tempted to mount rocket launchers on him for something but hasn't been bold enough to do something like that.. yet. Bob himself has a personality. He is deadly in how blunt his words are.

Magnum Revolver: In an age where a gun is faster and stronger than any weird magic practice why not use one? He might like magic but it's unconventional and there's a reason the gods of the old world are mostly forgotten. In a conflict firepower is a god.

Magic Ball: Mmm... Witches, fortune tellers, psychics. They all use these tricks. This allows Priest to sit back and watch people like the creep that he is. Most fortune tellers make use of these to cheat people of their money. Most fortune tellers also don't use real magic to scry with. There's a grain of truth to every deception. And Priest's power is real. Just like how fantasized magic and curses work there needs to be a medium for sight to work. An object or a willing person in order to spy on a location.

Personality: Let's be serious. Priest is a foul, cocky dirtbag. But he's one that people deal with because he's a useful dirtbag. He shows a great deal of interest in people's secrets and information in general he treasures. He hates putting himself at risk unless there's something to be gained that he deems is worth it. Priest is also an effective con artist and actor. If it time to act nice he can do it.

Bio: Priest originally grew up on the streets learning while his lazy parents loafed off the government teat and had no jobs. He was a delinquent, a small-time teenage gang leader at one point, a con artist at another. It wasn't until he ran into the real deal, trying to trick a gypsy that he learned the hard way how real some of these powers were. After that he became obsessed with finding more. He learned some of the gypsy's tricks then he used them to look for more, abusing his power of observation to black mail people, cheat others and gain money towards his next escapade.
Priest made a lot of enemies in those years but he thought it was worth it. The information he earned brought him to Egypt and other such places, some of the earliest recordings of magic, however slim the chances of finding more were. Here he found the Book of Thoth buried in a place he has scryed tirelessly to find. That no one else had managed to locate.
The book gave him secrets that led him to use the alias Priest. He left his old name behind, he had no parents, no family. At least that's what he told himself. Using newfound power he started a Christian talk show and was indeed Pastor Priest for a while, legitimately healing people and cheating thousands out of their money. He may have done some good but he wasn't doing it on faith, only money. After a while he allowed himself to disappear while some other sham took over the show before it went off air a little while after.
Blaque found him. When no one in the world should have been able to track him or know anything about him, Blaque did. Damned man was frightening.

Vendetta Inc.

@King Tai
Bob is pretty tough but it's kind of like shooting a moving rock in terms of toughness. Get enough firepower and he's going to be down for the count. The scroll is his weak spot. It's hidden in the back of his mouth so if you have enough firepower to straight up destroy the scroll in the process then bye bye Bob. As for his ability to assimilate surrounding material it takes time to do. He can regenerate if you ignore him. All in all if someone doesn't know about the scroll it is a stroke of luck they might be counting on to put him out for good. As for making more golems it is possible but the spellwork is a little troublesome to do as it requires some specific materials. Bob generally stays near Priest. More or less he looks like a freaky bouncer so unless Priest wants him to stay low he'll be around as his personal bullet sponge.
As for Priest he's not able to bring the dead back to life. (My original idea was to have him able to bring himself back to life by using a backdoor found only through the Book of Thoth.) I thought long and hard about that and figured you wouldn't approve. A lot of the rituals in the Book of Thoth are aimed at creating a moral balance in the world between good and evil (Because that was Thoth's thing) or judging the dead (Both of which Priest pretty much ignores, considering them to be more or less worthless.) Other than that I didn't really think of anything he would actual use a ritual for unless we start dealing with undead or spiritual entities. Then the rituals might be more useful.
Magic ball.. hmm.. I was thinking he would have needed to see the place before but that's almost making it less useful. How about he needs something related to the location, an object that's been there or even work with someone whose seen it in person before. A medium I suppose.

Vendetta Inc.

Priest

Name: Priest (An alias.)
Age: 31
Appearance:

Priest has an arrogant smirk plastered on his face almost constantly. He always wears clothing that covers most of his extremities, habit from his youth.

Height/Weight: About 5'11 and built like a hawk. He's wiry but has no strength that would make him stand out. Weighs about 160 pounds.

Skills/Powers:
Priest is a collector of knowledge, mystical weapons and ancient artifacts. If there is something that ties to the mystics and pagan rituals of the past he has an interest in it. To be fair this will include signature powers he has gained from artifacts that significantly change the way he works.

Cheating Death: At least that's the way he likes to look at it. Priest has helped a lot of people out of their money by healing and acting the part of a holy man. In reality he uses practices that a Christian world would frown upon. One cannot deny however that his ability to heal others is very effective. He's even managed to cure diseases. Quite impressive.
The downside is that the first few times he did it he wound of scrambling the subjects anatomy so bad they instantly died. He's gotten really good at it since then. Priest must be touching a subject to heal them and he cannot raise the dead.

Weapon(s)/item(s):
The Book of Thoth: Ancient book of magic and rituals supposedly belonging originally to Thoth himself, an Egyptian god of magic and watcher over the dead. The book itself holds a great deal of mysteries and despite having held it in his collection for quite some time Priest still hasn't unlocked all its secrets. The spells he has translated are mostly obscure rituals but there are some support spells detailed inside that allow Priest to be a real help on a battlefield.
It grants him specifically power to heal using his magic, this of course has no effect on robots (For obvious reasons). This takes him a moment of concentration and he must be close to an ally. He's good at keeping focus but breaking his concentration while he does this isn't wise (You should have seen his first test subjects, that was messy). Alternatively that means he can screw with people's anatomy on purpose and play the part of god. He keeps the book locked away somewhere unknown to keep his secrets hidden.

Clay Golem: An ancient Hebrew construct he learned about from Rabbis in Jerusalem. This particular one he has named Bob. Bob is nine feet tall and weighs about nine hundred pounds. Bob is capable of recovering from most attacks by absorbing the material around him. Bob's weakness is a scroll kept in the back of his mouth with Monk's name written on it.
Golems like this are generally something only a high-ranking Hebrew sorcerer would have access to. But like most things he uses, Priest stole that knowledge and used it for his own gain.
Bob is able to change the way his outer shell looks so he appears like a roided-out super lifter with a bald head and wears clothes to match his size. He is absolutely obedient to Priest and makes for a fine body guard and bullet shield. Priest has often been tempted to mount rocket launchers on him for something but hasn't been bold enough to do something like that.. yet. Bob himself has a personality. He is deadly in how blunt his words are.

Magnum Revolver: In an age where a gun is faster and stronger than any weird magic practice why not use one? He might like magic but it's unconventional and there's a reason the gods of the old world are mostly forgotten. In a conflict firepower is a god.

Magic Ball: Mmm... Witches, fortune tellers, psychics. They all use these tricks. This allows Priest to sit back and watch people like the creep that he is. Most fortune tellers make use of these to cheat people of their money. Most fortune tellers also don't use real magic to scry with. There's a grain of truth to every deception. And Priest's power is real. Just like how fantasized magic and curses work there needs to be a medium for sight to work. An object or a willing person in order to spy on a location.

Personality: Let's be serious. Priest is a foul, cocky dirtbag. But he's one that people deal with because he's a useful dirtbag. He shows a great deal of interest in people's secrets and information in general he treasures. He hates putting himself at risk unless there's something to be gained that he deems is worth it. Priest is also an effective con artist and actor. If it time to act nice he can do it.

Bio: Priest originally grew up on the streets learning while his lazy parents loafed off the government teat and had no jobs. He was a delinquent, a small-time teenage gang leader at one point, a con artist at another. It wasn't until he ran into the real deal, trying to trick a gypsy that he learned the hard way how real some of these powers were. After that he became obsessed with finding more. He learned some of the gypsy's tricks then he used them to look for more, abusing his power of observation to black mail people, cheat others and gain money towards his next escapade.
Priest made a lot of enemies in those years but he thought it was worth it. The information he earned brought him to Egypt and other such places, some of the earliest recordings of magic, however slim the chances of finding more were. Here he found the Book of Thoth buried in a place he has scryed tirelessly to find. That no one else had managed to locate.
The book gave him secrets that led him to use the alias Priest. He left his old name behind, he had no parents, no family. At least that's what he told himself. Using newfound power he started a Christian talk show and was indeed Pastor Priest for a while, legitimately healing people and cheating thousands out of their money. He may have done some good but he wasn't doing it on faith, only money. After a while he allowed himself to disappear while some other sham took over the show before it went off air a little while after.
Blaque found him. When no one in the world should have been able to track him or know anything about him, Blaque did. Damned man was frightening.

Vendetta Inc.

@King Tai
What if it's magic based off of ancient pantheons and other obscure artifacts?
I guess I can just finish him and throw him out there for you to see.

Vendetta Inc.

I'm certainly interested. I'll make a douchebag sorcerer.