Red Wizard

In Tenebris - Always Open

Example

(This is what your post here should look like, apart from the header and the parenthesis)

Character Sheet

Name:
ID:
Rank:
Clearance:
Skills:

Equipment:

In Tenebris - Always Open

Example

(Disclaimer: In this example, I use the pronoun He for my character. You may choose any pronoun you wish for yours.)

ACTIVATING

He starts to look around, his breathing coming fast in spite of the warning. There has to be something, anything, he can do to get out. He looks along the interior walls, searching for something that stands out from the white material - a handle, a switch, an opening, anything he can use or push or probe. (Action: Examine)

While he's looking, he starts to shout at the top of his lungs. "Hello?" he screams. "Is there anyone there? Please! I need help!". (Speak)

He tries to crawl around in the coffin, to get a better view of his surroundings. Maybe there's something at his feet, or under him. He squirms and thrashes, trying to move in any way. (Move)

@Red Wizard

In Tenebris - Always Open

You open your eyes and gasp for air. There's something in your lungs, and you cough and retch to get it out. A cold, white liquid runs down your chin, but at last you can breathe. You can't remember anything; not where you are, or when, or... or WHO you are. You're trapped inside a small, confined space, like a coffin. The walls are a pristine white and slightly curved, like an oval, and the space is illuminated by an unknown source.

Feeling the panic rising, you put your hands on the surface above you, a mere foot from your face. It feels cold and plastic, or maybe metallic, you can't really tell. It doesn't yield, no matter how hard you try. Letters suddenly flash in front of you, a bright red against the spotless white.

ALERT.
MALFUNCTION DETECTED.
OXYGEN LEVELS CRITICAL.
ENGAGE MANUAL RELEASE.

You're in full panic now. Sweat breaks out all over your body, naked except for white synthetic underwear covering your pelvis. It's cold. You're trapped. Time is running out. You feel tears burning at the corners of your eyes. You're shaking all over. It can't end like this. You have to get out.

What do you do?

In Tenebris - Always Open

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Welcome

In Tenebris is a sci-fi horror game set in the far future. The themes of the game include exploration, resource management, cooperation, betrayal - and the horrors of deep space.

New players must post a CS in the Character Tab containing the sheet below. Leave it as it is until instructed to fill in the blanks in the IC.

Character Sheet

Name:
ID:
Rank:
Clearance:
Skills:

Equipment:

Each post, your character may attempt one Action. You must describe How your character attempts to complete the action. Apart from the Action, your character may Move (walking a short distance in a room or down a hallway, dropping prone or rising from a prone position, climbing a ladder, etc) and Speak (asking or answering a question, stating a fact, shouting a threat or warning, etc). You must wait for feedback on your Actions, Movements, and Speech before posting again. When interacting with the environment or with NPCs, I will provide that feedback. When interacting with other players, they will provide the feedback. If two players perform contradictory Actions (racing to grab an object, attacking or defending) I will provide an outcome based on the descriptions and any relevant information in their CSs.

Possible Actions

• Examine- Your character attempts to identify what a thing is, or how it operates, or if it has qualities beyond what is immediately apparent.
• Use- Your character attempts to manipulate or operate an object.
• Take - Your character attempts to add an object to their Equipment.
• Attack - Your character attempts to use physical force on an object, NPC, or character in order to damage or destroy it.
• Defend - Your character attempts to deflect or evade an attack from the environment, NPC, or character.
• Skill (name of skill) - Your character attempts to use a skill. This Action is often an add-on to another Action (for example Use: Skill (electronics), Move: Skill (stealth), Speak: Skill (deception). You may only use Skills that you have been instructed to add to your CS.
• Equipment (name of Equipment) - Your character attempts to use an item they possess. This Action is often an add-on to another Action (for example Use: Equipment (blue keycard), Attack: Equipment (ray gun), Move: Equipment (jet pack). You may only use Equipment that you have been instructed to add to your CS.

Other Actions may be added if the need arises.

When posting for the first time, you respond to the initial IC post. Mark that post with the header "ACTIVATING" and tag me at the end.

Feel free to ask questions and discuss the game in the OOC. Keep the discussion coordial, and try to keep the game fun and interesting for everyone involved.

Looking forward to playing with you!

Welcome to Vradia

I feel like I want to post, but a voice in the back of my head tells me I should wait a bit to give the others a chance to respond. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm hyped!

The Shadow over Old Caledon - Open for Applications

@CollectorOfMyst No problem, just checking in!

The Shadow over Old Caledon - Open for Applications

@CollectorOfMyst@Fuzzybootz How's it going for you, friends?

Welcome to Vradia

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S i m b e l m y n ë

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High above the crowded room, hidden in the rafters, a white mouse scurried to and fro. The faint light from the candles and lanterns of the tavern barely reached the logs where the mouse moved, leaving it obscured in the shadows. The mouse seemed very interested in the comings and goings of the people below it, following them with its beady little eyes, sniffing the air for their scents. One man in particular drew the attention of the little white mouse, wearing heavy armor and an eye patch. The mouse watched as a series of strangers approached the man, each handing him a small token. They were then led aside to an adjoining room, much to the excitement of the mouse. It could feel, in its tiny little heart, that it was onto something.

Deciding to investigate, the mouse ran along the rafters until it reached the fastenings of a large wall hanging, using it to safely climb to the floor below. Once there, it scurried inside the room where the strangers had been led, finding them gathered there. It had to run past two of them - a young woman and a large man - on the way in, as they were blocking the entrance, but it managed just fine. The mouse found a nice dark corner to hide in, but it wouldn't stay hidden for long. With a strange stretching sound, the mouse began to change. It grew in size at a rapid pace, its limbs contracting and elongating. It grew a face and shed its fur, and before long it was not a mouse at all, but an elvian.

Simbel drew herself upright, stretching her back and taking a sharp breath. Her arms and legs popped as she moved them, clenching and unclenching her fists. With a final crack of her neck, she turned towards the room. She looked at the strangers one after the other, studying them. Simbel had not met many people outside of the coven, and even fewer like these people. She felt slightly intimidated by them, but curious too. A token of her own was produced from somewhere in her clothing and held up for the strangers to see. It was engraved with a ghastly picture of a humanoid goat, male and female at once, a symbol of the Wilder.

"What is this?" Simbel asked, her voice calm and monotone, "And what does it have to do with Mother?"

Ye Olde Laboratory

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S i m b e l m y n ë

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Simbel looked at what apparently passed for food being sloshed into wooden bowls and offered around to her fellow companions. She could see the individual components swimming around in the slop, see the minced and mashed pieces of the plants and animals sacrificed to make this... this thing. All of it wasted. All of it ruined. Nice, tender rabbits slaughtered, only to be defiled. She couldn't stop her nose from wrinkling at the smell, and as the ignorant woman turned to offer Simbel a bowl of her own, she realized she must be frowning too, because the woman shied back when meeting her gaze. I do not eat... that, she said, holding out her hand to pass up on the stew. I will hunt my own food.

Turning around, her yellow eyes fell on the next affront. The so-called beds. Damp, dirty, lice infested sacks of cloth. And they were supposed to... to share them? It was more than Simbel could bear. As if having to sleep cooped up inside a small, smelly house wasn't enough, they expected her to degrade herself even further? No. She would sleep in the fresh air, under a starlit sky, where she could smell the scents of night and hear its denizens. She looked about the room, searching for some kind of solace, but there was none. A small window up by the rafters caught her attention. It would probably serve.

I will sleep in the wild, she said, I will find you at dawn. Then, without waiting for an answer, she transformed once more. In a matter of moments her hair and skin had been exchanged for a white feather coat, her arms for wings, and her legs for razor sharp talons. The eagle took flight, slipped through the window, and was lost in the night.

Welcome to Vradia

Simbelmynë

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Basic Information

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Age

Old by human standards, but young among her people

Race

Elvian

Class

Druid/Ranger/Warlock

Weapons

A hornbow with the string twined from the web of an Ungolianth. A quiver of arrows with obsidian arrowheads. A two-handed shillelagh made from the core wood of an ironbark tree.

Detailed Appearance

Simbelmynë is a short and light Elvian of only 150cm and 45kg. She has flowing hair of silver and moonstone-pale skin, with outlandish yellow eyes that has a piercing quality to them. Her face carries two lines of parallel scars running from her forehead to her cheeks, an ornament typical of her order. Simbelmynë dresses in a wide variety of natural materials, from leather and fur, to wool and linen, to feathers, bone, twigs, and moss. Amongst this jumbled mess gleams silver jewelry inlaid with mother of pearl and precious stones, carved with runes and eldritch symbols. It is clear for all to see that she belongs in the wild, with the trees and the animals.

Bio History

Simbelmynë was raised by her mother to be part of a secretive coven of woodland witches devoted to the worship of an eldritch forest spirit known as the Old Goat, or the Wilder, or the Horned One, among other names. Her life was filled with mysticism and secretive rituals from an early age, as well as the struggles of surviving in the wild. The coven was very secluded and guarded, and contact with the outside world was sparse. Simbelmynë was taught about the evils of civilization, the tyranny of nobles, and the barbarism of war. In time, she became a valuable asset to the coven and was seen as the natural successor to her mother. She had passed the basic initiation, but still had trials in front of her to become a fully trained with and privy to all the secrets of the Wilder.

Likes

• Her coven
• The wild
• Freedom
• Balance
• The Old Goat

Dislikes

• Cities
• Laws
• Nobles
• Soldiers
• Slavery

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Skills and Abilities

Abilities

• Shapeshifting - As a woodland witch in the coven of the Old Goat, Simbelmynë has been taught to change her physical form into that of an animal. Although the more seasoned witches can change into almost anything Simbelmynë has a less varied but still formidable arsenal of shapes at her command including, but not limited to; a wolf, a stag, an eagle, and a snake, all white like freshly fallen snow.
• Commune with Nature - Another part of Simbelmynës training as a woodland witch is the ability to speak in the tongues of animals and plants. She can speak with any animal or plant in theory, but has not yet learned every dialect and variation. As it stands, she is proficient with most living things in the forest, but can have difficulties with animals and plants from other biomes.
• Otherworldly Patron - Simbelmynë, along with the rest of her coven, has entered a pact with the Horned One. In exchange for her undying loyalty and soul, this eldritch being has endowed her with frightful arcane powers. She can blast her foes with bursts of flaming eldritch energy, and can let that same power imbue her flesh to enhance her physical prowess manyfold. When she does this, she glows with a green fire, her eyes shining bright and smoldering.

What are the drawbacks of those abilities?

• Shapeshifting - Simbelmynës mother always warned her to be on her guard while changing shapes, lest she forget that she's an elvian and not a snake. The alien physiology of the shapes take their toll over time, affecting Simbelmynës dexterity and even perception as she changes back to her original form. Shorter transformations are no danger, but longer periods can prove problematic.
• Commune with Nature - Simbelmynë has spent so much time talking to the beings of the wild that she has become disillusioned with humanoid speech. She dislikes most humanoid languages, percieving them as crude, and constantly fails to find the right word for something that comes naturally to her when speaking to a deer, or a toad, or a pine.
• Otherworldly Patron - The sect worshipping the Old Goat is far from popular in all the realms of the empire. The Horned One is more or less seen as a demon or evil spirit by many, marking its disciples as mislead or evil themselves. As if that wasn't enough, Simbelmynë must contend with the will of the Wilder and obey its commands, which it utters through cryptic dreams and visions from time to time.

Skills

• Nature - Her mothers tutelage in knowledge of the forest has taught Simbelmynë almost everything there is to know about the plants and animals inhabiting it.
• Survival - A lifetime of living in the wild has molded Simbelmynë into a skilled outdoorsman.
• Religion - An important part of her life in the coven was the rituals and ceremonies dedicated to the Old Goat. Simbelmynë knows them all by heart, and carries a small wooden effigy of the Wilder with her wherever she goes.

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Extra Information

It is easy to grow uneasy around Simbelmynë. She doesn't feel right in civilized circles, like a wolf in a sheep pen. Her reactions are off, her vibe is all wrong, and she doesn't blink often enough. There is also the creeping feeling, whenever looking into her eyes, that someone very bad is looking back through them. Someone that is more animal than man, and more god than animal.

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