OmentheMarked

Cerendale: Forged In the Mind

Name:Ptolemy Hearthfire

Sex: Male

Race: Human (Fetch)

Age: 58

Occupation: Retired Knight

Power: Psyche Manipulation (AstralProjection,Mind over Matter Healing)

History: Ptolemy Hearthfire was a brave soul. He was a wise and kind man. He served under the Royal Family for 35 years, first as a squire, and eventually he joined the ranger knights that patrolled the highways of the kingdom. Eventually he retired to the comfortable home his service afforded him. He was not the most renowned Knight in the land, but he was respected in his division, and in retirement he was well taken care of and visited often by his only grandson.

Thirteen days ago, Ptolemy passed. He felt a pain in his chest, a tight gripping sensation around his whole body, then a slow easy release that felt... Cold but not cold like snow. Cold like a smooth stone one would find on the mossy forest floor.

Ten days ago, Ptolemy was not dead. He was confused. He wasn't supposed to be back. He wasn't a religious man, he didn't have unfinished business. Why had this happened? He opened up his crypt.

Once he had resurfaced from the catacombs he was met by the horrified eyes of his former squire. He remembered now that he had been promoted to guard over the crypts ceremonially. "Not you too... Ptolemy..." He said.
"What do you mean?"
He thrust a glowing gem into Ptolemy's hands and became intensely sorrowful. "This power... This plague... It's unnatural... I'm sorry Ptolemy, but you had your time."
Ptolemy didn't understand, but he knew that undeath was unnatural and he didn't want any part of it. "Do what you must, Son" he bowed his head.
A moment passed. Ptolemy heard the sounds of unsheathing... Followed by the sounds of a sword returning to its scabbard.
"Just go... They can't have two Hearthfire's this day..."
"WHat?!Who? Who of my kin has been taken?"
The former squire shook his head. "When the stone glows they take you. No matter how old or young, or how loyal your name. No matter how rich or poor. It doesn't seem right, Sir Ptolemy. If you are any semblance of the man you once were, perhaps you can get to the bottom of this. Perhaps they haven't hurt your grandson... Just GO. Please sir..."
And so he did. He ran, shocked and confused and angry, he ran for the familiarity of the sullen woods on the outskirts of Oranzo.

Character Flaw: Well for one he is now a half-undead character, and therefore looks like a very sickly ill old man. But personality wise, he had always been the more reckless of the knights in combat. He is wise before and after, but in the heat of battle he is animalistic, much to the horror of his fellow knights. He also has a soft spot for his only grandchild.

Through the Portal - Fantasy Exploration

I may be interested in participating if this gets enough attention. Id like to play a "Milo Thatch"-esque character. Perhaps a young yet well respected researcher of biological life. As low tier magic is acceptable, maybe he could use simple magics to communicate and understand life forms in order to record them. At most be able to "Comprehend Languages" or maybe "Calm Emotions" on certain animals?

A Very Vivacious Salve

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valourous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.
- (V for Vendetta, unfortunately not my own works of course)

Never too much V in my alphabet soup! "It's my good honour to meet you, and you may call me Omen!"

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

Id be interested. It seems like it'd make for some really interesting conversation. Assuming this is to be conversational RP, we can be pretty much anything as long as we stick to the setting?

Fallout Requiem

Sorry for the long post! Lol
I haven't posted in a while and I still had alot of stuff built up to introduce.

tl,dr for my post: I am a ghoul and I have a dog.

Fallout Requiem

Chadrick had finally found the nut he was searching for, just the right size to replace the one that secured and bolstered Barkimede's leg. It was about this time that Wilhelm answered his query. "I find it fascinating that everyone simply stumbled upon this place simultaneously." Chadrick was replacing his tools when he noticed that Mordred's body seemed to sigh with some internal conflict. He hoped he had not happened upon a bigot. However, if he had it would not be the first time. As he had lived a long time, he was very well traveled; it was apparent to him that bigots were common among those who had never in fact seen a ghoul who was non-feral.

Robert and the apparent leader of the group, the one whom Mordred referred to as Phoenix in combat, strolled from the terminal room. She looked quite displeased, perhaps she had not retrieved what she had come for, or perhaps the large man whom she was conversing with was irritating her. After they emerged, Robert gave his compliment which thoroughly pleased Chadrick. It seemed sincere. He liked sincere compliments.

"I too don't care as much for caps or loot, however I could use some money for supplies and food I suppose. I would greatly appreciate the companionship and accompanying adventure... Just as long as you don't mind one more coming along. Don't be alarmed, friends, he would be here already, but I worry for him in combat." With that being said, Chadrick turned towards the door and whistled a few precise pitches to signal Barkimedes. As the cyberdog ascended the stairs, Chadrick crouched down and held out one hand to receive the dog while holding up his other hand to caution the fellow travelers in the room not to shoot.

Bark crept slowly into the room and sat in front of Chadrick, who scratched under his chin affectionately. Chadrick turned to the group. "This here is my traveling companion, Barkimedes! Say hello, Bark," Chadrick commanded. The dog sat, let out a quiet woof, then proceeded to lay down. "And this-" Chadrick held up the nut, "is why I stumbled upon this place," he finished. He then examined Bark's hind leg and went about replacing the missing nut.

'Okay,' Chadrick thought, 'I think it's time.' "Lastly, friends. Don't be alarmed, but I am a ghoul." He hesitated, scanning the group's reactions, then proceeded to remove his helmet. As his helmet was off, his face was revealed. Along the back of his head were wraps of gauze and cloths that had likely not been replaced for some time. This was to cover the greatest extent of his hideous scarred tissue. His face was surprisingly not as vehemently ugly as most ghouls', however it was not untouched. Mostly, the scarred tissue was on his back and his left side, leaving his face looking similar to a prewar villain named Twoface, however not as cleanly divided. He braced himself for the worst and hoped his charm was enough to soften the impact of his reveal. Barkimedes whined quietly.

Fallout Requiem

Chadrick was both astonished and pleased at the gusto with which his companions took out the bots! Perhaps, he thought, he and Bark should stick around with this group, provided that they stayed together after whatever this ordeal currently is was finished.

After taking a moment to appreciate the handiwork of the mismatched travelers, Chadrick stood up, cracking his knees, and walked over to examine the, now exposed, innards of the sentry bots. After collecting the ammunition remaining within the gun barrels and carefully disarming the missile launcher, he laid out the 5mm bullets and missiles on a nearby table. He then began to work on gutting the robots by removing the wiring and salvaging what was not fried, sliced, or pierced by bullets. There wasn't much wiring that had been spared being cut short, the sensor modules were both quite damaged from bullet fire, and it seemed that the conductors were both intact, but upon close inspection Chadrick could tell that one of the conductors had been fried by the surge of plasma energy. He set the working conductor aside.

Chadrick was quite sure he would find the exact nut that he need for Bark, however it would take a minute or two of work to get to it. He pulled out a wrench and decided to make conversation. Seeing that the woman who was likely in charge was busy working at the terminal, he thought it best not to bother her. "So what brings you three here? Do you people have some sort of group going on here? The battle synergy is quite remarkable might I say," commented Chadrick, as he went about his work.

Fallout Requiem

Chadrick took note of each of the given names and didn't focus too much on how insistently defensive they seemed to be. It's a hard wasteland. He supposed that everyone must build a defense in some way or another. Some wore power armor, some relied on wristbound old world tech. Some simply toted a large gun! Even he had built a defense for himself through the means of a sharp, silver tongue.
"Well Miss, as long as you don't need every half-inch nut you find I'll be getting what I need as well. That and some interesting companionship! It seems some strange fate has brought us here, so I doubt we'll be taken down by these simpletons now," Chadrick spouted. Upon finishing his thought he crept quickly into the room to scout out what was left of the enemies there. So as not to leave himself too exposed he crouched behind a desk near to the entrance of the room which harbored the robotic husks.

An Unfair, Backstabbing, Player Killing Experiment

I have a question about the 3 lives thing. How does the respawn work? Do they just get back up where they are? Or do they reset in a nearby room? etc. ?

An Unfair, Backstabbing, Player Killing Experiment

Im totally on board one moment for a PM.