Pyro V

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7/10

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7/10

Hard to read the quote, otherwise great.

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8/10 for Warhammer and Nuggles.

-2 for not believing in the Greater Good.

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

Lucius Cypher said
Alright, so where should we all be at than? I left Myrn's back story vague wise because I don't want to be causing a ruckus in Orlais when everyone is in Tevintar.

Gonna be at the Fereldan Circle Tower.

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6/10 Kinda funny stuff.

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

Like I said, ignore me, I'm retarded.

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

Prefer to start sooner rather than later.
In regards to being picked up sooner or later, it doesn't particularly matter to me. Just whenever you stop by the Circle, so I guess that depends on our templar friend and when s/he wants to be picked up.

Also, a question. Are we going to stick by a lot of things that happen in the game? Like Uldred fucking up the Circle, the undead assault on Redcliff, all that good stuff?

Fuck I'm retarded, just ignore me for now. Completely forgot that this is going to lead up to Ostagar.

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

Lucio Peruzzi

Appearance:


Name:
Lucio Peruzzi

Race/Nationality:
Human / Antivan

Age:
Thirty-Five

Gender:
Male

Class:
Mage / Shapeshifter

Personality:
Many people would call Lucio a gentlemen. Others, they'd call him a smooth talking son of a bitch. Both would be correct. While the man never fails to be the epitome of polite, he also never fails to piss of nearly every man in any city he moves through. He is a charmer, or at least attempts to be. The allure of a foreigner, a drifter, and the use of sophisticated words is often enough to impress the women of Ferelden, even some of the learned, wealthy ones. A smile is always slapped on his face, and he moves with a grace and ease of one who is completely confident in their own abilities. He enjoys fine wine, the company of beautiful women, and animals. He despises people who are full of themselves, and cheap alcohol. While he will never admit to fear anything, the one thing he is afraid of is death. Not the act of dying, but death itself. There is little he would not do to prolong his existence.

History:
Lucio hails from the beautiful land of Antiva, which he acts is shrouded in allure and mystery, a land of charm and deceit. He does not exaggerate on the deceitful nature of the land, or even its allure. It was those two things that got him into the mess that led him to sojourn south to a land completely opposite of his beloved homeland. It all began in the lovely Antiva City, where Lucio was enjoying his time as a sanctioned mage for one of the merchant princes that frequented the port. More often than not, he was at sea with his liege-lord, but at this particular time he was given nearly a month of free time in Antiva before having to report back to the ship.

Well, being the ladies' man that he is, Lucio went around the city in search of company for the time, and company he found. For the next month, he had an affair with a very pretty girl, just into adulthood. Neither really believed there was something between them, at least not yet, but it was fun to sneak around and see each other in the dead of night, under the eye of the moon. Unfortunately for him, she never said who exactly she was cheating on to have an affair with him. To be honest, though, she likely didn't even know. She was betrothed to one of the Antivan Crows, a man who was greatly feared and respected among his peers for his skill and influence among the courts of Antiva.

Needless to say, it was not taken kindly to when they were discovered. She, of course, was forgiven, because of her youth and naivety. He, on the other hand, was held responsible for both of their actions. After sharing one last night with the girl, he pleaded with his liege to take off early, though he wouldn't give a reason. His liege already knew, had been contacted by the Crows, and in minutes the room was being flooded by assassins who were ready to bring Lucio in for his "crimes." Rather than be caught and face their sort of justice, Lucio bid the men farewell and leapt from the window of the several story tall building. When the assassins looked out, they saw no sign of the mage, only a black bird flying off to the south.

Months later, Lucio resurfaced again in Fereldan, where he wandered around, free of all ties. He wandered, never staying in one place for more than a month at a time, though rarely would he remain anywhere for more than a day or two. Bandit clans in parts of the land learned to leave alone a lone, wandering man in black, past experiences and a pile of corpses leading to a sort of reputation among their kind. In the cities, he was often a welcome guest, parlor tricks of "magicians" entertaining crowds of peasants and nobles alike, while taverns enjoyed his stories of the high seas, of the bright deserts, and of exotic women.

Small villages, however, were often the places where he settled for a time. He could often find a woman, squat in the town for a few days, maybe even a week, before drifting off again, leaving only a few tender words and the occasional broken heart in his wake. However, his time finally came when he was performing one of his tricks in the city of Denerim, nearing the amount of coin it would take to get him out of Ferelden and north to Rivain. A group of templars flagged him down, and while he was able to disarm one and paralyze another, the last was able to silence him before he could change form and escape.

After that, he was taken to the Circle, and was titled "apprentice" until he could finish his Harrowing, which would happen soon after his arrival.

Weapons:
He wields a thin sword of Antivan make, the blade having a few runes etched into its flat to allow it conduct magic as easily as a staff. While a mage's staff might fire a bolt, Lucio's sword will launch a short-lived blade of energy.

Armour:
A thick set of robes and leathers, held together at his waist by a thick sash that covers most of his mid-section, and holds his sword, skinning knife, and satchel, which is filled with unmarked slates and etching tools.

Skills:
Lucio is a fairly learned mage, knowing several stone spells, including Rock Armor, Stone Fist, and even Earthquake. In addition to that, he is able to shift his body into the forms of both a wolf and a raven. Finally, he has learned the Glyph of Paralysis, for defensive use. While he owns a blade, he is hardly skilled with it, using it mostly as a catalyst for his spells, much like most would use a staff. He has become skilled in both Surviving in the wild, and is a wonderful cook. He's also been known to craft decent runes.

Theme Song

So I want a new cool free game

Never got into Dota. Play League a bit. Heard good things about Dota, I like League. Both are free, recommend downloading both and trying them both out.

Warhammer 40,000: Tales of the Inquisition

The Interrogator kept her mouth shut as the last few entered the room, her smart mouth going no farther than to the Inquisitor before her. Despite the rest being equals to her, if only in name if not rank, she showed a certain respect to them. Mostly, it was through not harassing them as much as she did her boss. And she only harassed him because he put up with her shit. She'd made cracks before about the harem of assassins he kept around him, which probably would have ended up with her head on a stick if she'd said it to any other Inquisitor. Either way, she respected him enough to not do more than irritate him. At least, not on purpose.

However, the gift of a collar only made it too painful to choke back any comments. Once he finished explaining its purpose, she gave him a skeptical look, and said, "Damn, boss, you got some weird kinks giving this to a girl a fourth of your age." Her hands trembled for a moment while holding it, the woman extremely reluctant to limit her abilities in any way, even if it was to the benefit of her peers. With a heavy sigh, she strapped the collar around her neck, then sidled back against the wall, looking more than a little subdued.

As Xersus droned on, the raven on her shoulder, whom Anna had dubbed Archimedes, surveyed the others in the room. Beak in her ear, it muttered little things it noticed, as it was meant to. Such as the angle of the Vindicare's gun, and that, even with the Rosarius and her power armor, it would likely still kill her. At the very least, mortally wound her. Other little things, like the way others stood, when their eyes wandered, whether they seemed tense or relaxed. Nothing could be made of Xersus, though. Anna hated that about him, if nothing else. Never showed any sign of anything, unless he wanted you to.

Her hand raised up to scratch at the Aquila stamped across her cheek, and allowed her eyes to go to the pair of Sisters in the room. If she didn't know any better, she'd think they were worshipers of Khorne, as much as they liked torture and violence. Or perhaps Slaanesh, now that she thought about it. A smirk came over her face, imagining the two under the colors of Chaos. And the called her a radical.

Now that she was done thinking about everything of minor importance, and the medic who had positioned himself next to her - much to her discomfort - she straightened up and folded one hand behind her back, the other cradling her helmet to her hip. "Hive gangs shouldn't give us much trouble, unless they've fallen to Chaos. I used to be in one, full of spineless cowards who only know how to shoot a bunch of poor people for money. But, different Hive, these guys might actually have some balls." Another smile, then she asked her own questions. "Regarding the search for the renegade, I have to ask, how do you plan to subdue him, if I must hold myself back? More importantly, how will we find him, if we all stay together? Or would you have us divide and look? The words of a few scared guardsmen are hardly much to go off of." Made her wish some Penal Legionnaires were here. Hardly anything scared those guys. Super psyker, just another thing to shoot before they got roasted by a laser. Ah, good times, the Legion.