PerfectThought

Sleepless Nights\\ Iron Cages

Tomtabeg Niid

Tomtabeg Cornwotsall Niid III

Identity: Tomtabeg is one of the many children of a fairly wealthy merchant and trader. And as the 6th in line to inherit the family business he was always put on the back burner. He began life being trained into the role of a doctor-surgeon, a profession of enough class to suit his family's status but nothing that might threaten his sibling's firm positions as business mogul heirs and heiresses. However, he paid no mind to this, as he was perfectly happy flying under the family radar and spending his time getting into minor trouble and being an overall daredevil and speed freak. He found himself in the business of Cleaning more as a hobby than as a means to sustain his life. Given he has access to pretty major funds anyway. However, apart from an extensive suite of cybernetics and enhancements, he lives a seedy life. Preferring instead to live the life of a minor criminal than the boring luxury of a merchant's son. By his teen years, he was already extensively modified, both cosmetically and functionally. He naturally picked up the habit of the usage of many different 'mind-altering substances' and a fair few body-altering substances as well. He lives a hedonistic life of savage violence, white-knuckle action, and drug-fueled partying. One might find him somewhat entitled, given he was gifted with so many advantages in life and chose to blow them all on drugs, crime, and action; but he considers it to be a simple matter of rebellion and rejection from the lifestyle the was pre-determined he was meant to live.

Armaments: In a scrap Niid tends to go back to the basics, favoring a blessed heavy machine pistol and a large blessed machete. He wields them with superhuman speed and strength given his augmented body, which allows him to easily wield a rather monstrous E9-EWV, a .41 Magnum-firing machine pistol. Stuff that'll easily tear up unarmed civilians sure, but against the supernatural? It's hard to tell how effective his non-magic weapons and body will suffice. He supplements his basic weapons with a generous assortment of chemicals, including a wide range of combat stimulants, painkillers, psychedelics, and genuine medicinal concoctions. Finally, Niid carries a well-hidden relic in a small case affixed to his left breast with a rod of Asclepius symbol adorning it. Inside it is a CAT in the form of an ampoule. Niid theorizes that the liquid is some kind of form of liquid Vita. It's clear in colour and contains a full 5 doses of the substance. As well as the ampoule he keeps a handy auto-injector for the emergency administering of the substance. When injected into a patient's bloodstream the highly concentrated Vita is added to their Vita source, if ingested orally the results are unpredictable and likely hazardous. Niid has yet to use it on anything orally.

Abilities: Niid is an ex-street brawler and knows his way around a fight. As well as the typical advantages of augments (i.e. superhuman strength and reaction speed) Niid is capable of self-administering large doses or a wide variety of chemical substances he carries on his person. He can almost dose other people, and provide various first-aid as well as being reasonably skilled at Ghetto surgery. He also has access to an apartment and a slightly more-than-necessary amount of funding.

Other: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PRHCP-Czj0Y

Made his weaponry blessed and gave him a little relic. If you can't tell, he's intended to somewhat play the role of a combat medic, also I think the variety of a tech-based character compared to the other magic user characters might be interesting. B)

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Mamjir, Snare of Iron, Avatar of Quidhempsis, Dreamer of Worlds

Mamjir

Explanation: The answer to the question, "What is Mamjir?" Has many complex and lengthy answers. The best way he would describe him is that first and foremost: he is not as you see him. He is borne of the benthos of the collective sentient minds, sent left to the mortal realms of men from the geometric realms of unconsciousness. He is one of the many Avatars of Quidhempsis sent to the realms.

Quidhempsis is an eldritch being believed in by few and worshipped by even fewer. His existence is in a constant state of existence non-existence, but Mamjir will have you believe he is a limb of Quidhempsis sent to succeed in some eldritch goal. Quidhempsis is a being of imperceptibility that dreamt of existence from non-existence during his great slumber. He resides in the realm Left and sends agents down to realms to marshall his creation in imperceptible ways.

Mamjir is the Warden of Iron. He is responsible for a great hulking machination known as the Shedohr by some, but to most, it is an alien object. That is the face of Mamjir that most know. But that is not truly the most face of true Mamjir. If one were to hear these words from Mamjir, they might accuse him of madness, of lying, except who the fuck is going to call a huge metal automaton insane after it spouts off about eldritch dream beasts and being a mouse?? I wouldn't want to be on his bad side. But fortunately, Mamjir isn't pained by such feeble issues, as few know what, who, or why he is doing what he is doing. They merely see a strange metal beast roaming.

Appearance: The true most face of Mamjir is that of a field mouse. Sent down by the being Quidhempsis in dreams. But his metal 'body' is a huge beast, coated in a fine coating of sandstone, that is slowly flaking away. Not only that but his upper left appendage is torn off at the elbow, it can still be used as a crude clubbing weapon, but it is non-functional for basically any fine motor usage. The automaton stands on its rear appendages at a rather large 8', but has no qualms with roaming on all threes.

Relevant Abilities: Mamjir is a mouse. He has the normal abilities of a mouse, except for the fact that when he dreams, he is the consciousness of the Shedohr. He can speak, move, work, and fight as the Shedohr, and has full control over it as long as he is near the great Iron beast. If Mamjir Mouse ends his occupation of the Shedohr it goes wild and will attack and attempt to eradicate anything in site. It is practically impossible to destroy or immobilize while 'enraged' as Mamjir calls it.

Personality: By his very arcane nature, Mamjir is a strange beast(s), but even so he attempts to be a friend to be all he must spend time with, and in general is a gentle being.

Bio and background: Mamjir joined the crew a short amount of time ago from the fighting pits of a foreign, arid land. He is of unknown age and origin to all. Few know of his true identity as a mouse, and those who did are long dead. As the Warden of Iron, it is his duty to wear out the Shedohr, a creation so evil the arch-creator Quidhempsis sent one of his limbs down to the realms to wear it down to a nub. So Mamjir spends his days dreaming and living as Mamjir, attempting the most grueling and tiresome tasks possible, and in the meantime drinking from the cup of the world and savouring its fruits like a dying man. Mamjir embraces that he came from nothing, and will return to nothing. One day he will finish his duty and return to sleep by the Dreamer's side, and until then he shall consume the fruits of life while ensuring his watch is fulfilled.
Other:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZEZTu1eO_o

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Alright then! I'll change that bit of his CS and pop him into the characters tab. B)

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@PerfectThought
Astonishing! For a dude who isn't a 'fantasy guy,' you write killer fantasy characters. If I understand Mamjir right, and I write in broad strokes here, he is an anomalous field mouse operating a mechanical construct via his dreams. And his goal is to wear the mech down so it won't go on a rampage and slaughter everyone around it. Please correct me if I got this wrong!

I have to say that I love the concept of this character, both the worldbuilding you sprinkled in there as well as the more humorous tones of Mamjir. The only real quarrel I have with the character is that he has been part of the crew for an indeterminate amount of time. Although I'm sure we can work something out, the premise of this story was that the characters would be new recruits just joining, or rookies just beginning their careers. But that's not to say it wouldn't work, but Mamjir might have to take on a sort of teaching role for the other new recruits in the beginning. If you are okay with this potential role as a player, then I see no problem with Mamjir :]!

@Periodity

Thanks! Yeah, couldn't have said it better. I don't mind Mamjir being new to the crew, or taking up a memtoring role. I could just as easily mwke him a new joiner to the crew.

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@TakaMentioned your character in my latest IC post. Feel free to use that as an opportunity to jump in. Or not, really don't mind. :)

Sleepless Nights\\ Iron Cages

@PerfectThought Cleaners need a blessed weapon, magic, or a relic so make mention of one of those.

@OwO

Oh, my bad! I'll get that fixed up when I can and I'll resubmit it. Thanks B)

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Mamjir, Snare of Iron, Avatar of Quidhempsis, Dreamer of Worlds

Mamjir

Explanation: The answer to the question, "What is Mamjir?" Has many complex and lengthy answers. The best way he would describe him is that first and foremost: he is not as you see him. He is borne of the benthos of the collective sentient minds, sent left to the mortal realms of men from the geometric realms of unconsciousness. He is one of the many Avatars of Quidhempsis sent to the realms.

Quidhempsis is an eldritch being believed in by few and worshipped by even fewer. His existence is in a constant state of existence non-existence, but Mamjir will have you believe he is a limb of Quidhempsis sent to succeed in some eldritch goal. Quidhempsis is a being of imperceptibility that dreamt of existence from non-existence during his great slumber. He resides in the realm Left and sends agents down to realms to marshall his creation in imperceptible ways.

Mamjir is the Warden of Iron. He is responsible for a great hulking machination known as the Shedohr by some, but to most, it is an alien object. That is the face of Mamjir that most know. But that is not truly the most face of true Mamjir. If one were to hear these words from Mamjir, they might accuse him of madness, of lying, except who the fuck is going to call a huge metal automaton insane after it spouts off about eldritch dream beasts and being a mouse?? I wouldn't want to be on his bad side. But fortunately, Mamjir isn't pained by such feeble issues, as few know what, who, or why he is doing what he is doing. They merely see a strange metal beast roaming.

Appearance: The true most face of Mamjir is that of a field mouse. Sent down by the being Quidhempsis in dreams. But his metal 'body' is a huge beast, coated in a fine coating of sandstone, that is slowly flaking away. Not only that but his upper left appendage is torn off at the elbow, it can still be used as a crude clubbing weapon, but it is non-functional for basically any fine motor usage. The automaton stands on its rear appendages at a rather large 8', but has no qualms with roaming on all threes.

Relevant Abilities: Mamjir is a mouse. He has the normal abilities of a mouse, except for the fact that when he dreams, he is the consciousness of the Shedohr. He can speak, move, work, and fight as the Shedohr, and has full control over it as long as he is near the great Iron beast. If Mamjir Mouse ends his occupation of the Shedohr it goes wild and will attack and attempt to eradicate anything in site. It is practically impossible to destroy or immobilize while 'enraged' as Mamjir calls it.

Personality: By his very arcane nature, Mamjir is a strange beast(s), but even so he attempts to be a friend to be all he must spend time with, and in general is a gentle being.

Bio and background: Mamjir joined the crew an indeterminate amount of time ago from the fighting pits of a foreign, arid land. He is of unknown age and origin to all. Few know of his true identity as a mouse, and those who did are long dead. As the Warden of Iron, it is his duty to wear out the Shedohr, a creation so evil the arch-creator Quidhempsis sent one of his limbs down to the realms to wear it down to a nub. So Mamjir spends his days dreaming and living as Mamjir, attempting the most grueling and tiresome tasks possible, and in the meantime drinking from the cup of the world and savouring its fruits like a dying man. Mamjir embraces that he came from nothing, and will return to nothing. One day he will finish his duty and return to sleep by the Dreamer's side, and until then he shall consume the fruits of life while ensuring his watch is fulfilled.
Other:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZEZTu1eO_o

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The cauldron is brewing. Not normally a fantasy guy so I've got a fair few ideas in the works.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Might put up a Luck post to advance on-board ship interaction, if the story isn't being moved on soon. I didn't really have plans for any meal time scenes, so don't let that stop anything B)

Sleepless Nights\\ Iron Cages

Tomtabeg Niid

Tomtabeg Cornwotsall Niid III

Identity: Tomtabeg is one of the many children of a fairly wealthy merchant and trader. And as the 6th in line to inherit the family business he was always put on the back burner. He began life being trained into the role of a doctor-surgeon, a profession of enough class to suit his family's status but nothing that might threaten his sibling's firm positions as business mogul heirs and heiresses. However, he paid no mind to this, as he was perfectly happy flying under the family radar and spending his time getting into minor trouble and being an overall daredevil and speed freak. He found himself in the business of Cleaning more as a hobby than as a means to sustain his life. Given he has access to pretty major funds anyway. However, apart from an extensive suite of cybernetics and enhancements, he lives a seedy life. Preferring instead to live the life of a minor criminal that the boring luxury of a merchant's son. By his teen years, he was already extensively modified, both cosmetically and functionally. He naturally picked up the habit of the usage of many different 'mind-altering substances' and a fair few body-altering substances as well. He lives a hedonistic life of savage violence, white-knuckle action, and drug-fueled partying. One might find him somewhat entitled, given he was gifted with so many advantages in life and chose to blow them all on drugs, crime, and action; but he considers it to be a simple matter of rebellion and rejection from the lifestyle the was pre-determined he was meant to live.

Armaments: In a scrap Niid tends to go back to the basics, favoring a very heavy machine pistol and a large machete. He wields them with superhuman speed and strength given his augmented body, which allows him to easily wield a rather monstrous E9-EWV, a .41 Magnum-firing machine pistol. He supplements his basic weapons with a generous assortment of chemicals, including a wide range of combat stimulants, painkillers, psychedelics, and genuine medicinal concoctions.

Abilities: Niid is an ex-street brawler and knows his way around a fight. As well as the typical advantages of augments (i.e. superhuman strength and reaction speed) Niid is capable of self-administering large doses or a wide variety of chemical substances he carries on his person. He can almost dose other people, and provide various first-aid as well as Ghetto surgery in a pinch. He also has access to an apartment and a slightly more-than-necessary amount of funding.

Other: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PRHCP-Czj0Y

Rarely do I actually find art for my characters. B)

@OwO