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i dont recommend getting a pinched nerve, especially in your leg
6 yrs ago
Just a few more hours and i get to dissappear for 10 days. The place we are going has some wonderful views.
6 yrs ago
wow talk about nostalgia. Things to do while your bored, look up "the cluefinders."
6 yrs ago
bored
6 yrs ago
what? its already been a year here? *looks around* well other than loseing a bunch of wieght not much has changed.
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Sup im sword just got here and am getting a feel for things.
Well i got a feel for things and i think ill stay... also recovering from spine surgery sucks but is better than ending up in the emergency room again.
What's a fourth wall? > Bring her down /// Adventuring day 5 // Afternoon / Location - Forest
The high pixie was pondering his skills while his friendly slime was walloped away by mother slime, “you think you would try to learn how to bounce like those frogs. That would be funny.” The skills that were listed for him at least cleared up a few questions on how far he was on a few of the skills that could be useful like alert and mana strike. The slime then requested a heal but before he could take even a few steps towards the slime he heard it. The pounding steps of something running their way through the forest. It was big and sounded like it was running on two legs, a goblin perhaps? The thoughts ran through his head briefly before the creature emerged.
Thinking fast as Asura charged forward towards the bugbear that seemed to be running from something. The dire rats around its waist, sharp stick, and dark rings around its eyes, this one almost seemed out of place or maybe he had been outed from his tribe recently. Questions that would surely be asked after he is subdued, if they are able too. “Steve use your web and try to tangle his legs together.” Ardur lunged at the bugbear using stronger II and Lesser Flight III to get to the brute quickly. After this, the High pixie cast Shield I on himself and focused it on his fist to use Point Strike I at the Bugbear's Knee, he was going for the side of it and at the same leg Asura was trying to attach too.
Inventory: bow horn venison x15 lbs. +Cooked bow horn venison 5 Lbs. +Rubber Frog skin Backpack - This item is more elastic than it looks. Can hold 15 Small Items. The number of items held may be affected by larger items that take up more space. It is more durable than most raw materials due to its rubbery composition, but without proper care it may degrade over time.
Clothes: +Beetle Bracer - This item for your Arm makes you feel slightly tougher. +Bone Breastplate - This item for your Torso makes you feel slightly tougher. +Grass Skirt - This item is fragile and flammable, but serves as decent clothing.
Weapons: N/A +Sharp Stone +Beetle Mandible - Rather hard and sharp on its own, it might be sturdy enough to refine.
Current Party: Asura, Mother Slime, Steve, and himself.
Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting II, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment, Meditation I, Point Strike I, Keen Sight I, Material Analysis I
Kills for current level: 1x bowhorn Deer 2x Rubber Frogs
Prep the food > What's a fourth wall? /// Adventuring day 5 // Afternoon / Location - Forest
Watching the meat dry was fun and all and he felt fine until the system popped up with a new skill and another skill point followed by what he could only assume was his character sheet. It did not seem like the sheet was put to gather that well and seemed to just be slapped together from his previous level ups… was someone keeping track of him? He could not finish the last thought as right after this all he could do was grip his head and collapse to his knees with a head splitting pain. “DON’T ASK THE SYSTEM ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER SHEET IT LOOKS LIKE A 12 YEAR OLD WROTE IT… GAHH WHY DOES THIS HURT SO MUCH!” groaning and holding his head.
He didn’t respond to Steve’s worried hisses and all he could really do was sit there for a little while longer before the pain went away. He could not really remember much of it after that only that it hurt a lot. Grimacing as he slowly got up and looked around, “System” he flinched for just the slightest second before continuing, “show current skills and skill progression for target Ardur. List perquisites for skills, and conditions for next evolutions.” He was certain it was going to hurt again so before it did he made it a point to take the cooked meat off the sticks and put the next ones on.
“Just throwing this out there before we get caught up in whatever we are doing or you know we get a good head ache again. We should think about our next move. Every time I’ve used guidance so far it’s always pointed south… I think that’s south.” As he gestured toward the direction the wind was blowing earlier.
He still wanted to get the faster skill as well as harder but he had no idea how to get the last one. Bring physical conditioning up would help them a lot and soon he should start practicing what he remembered from martial arts again. Every little bit helps and if that means taking some of the good, ideas of his past life into this new world then well the more the merrier right?
Inventory: bow horn venison x15 lbs. +Cooked bow horn venison 5 Lbs. +Rubber Frog skin Backpack - This item is more elastic than it looks. Can hold 15 Small Items. The number of items held may be affected by larger items that take up more space. It is more durable than most raw materials due to its rubbery composition, but without proper care it may degrade over time.
Clothes: +Beetle Bracer - This item for your Arm makes you feel slightly tougher. +Bone Breastplate - This item for your Torso makes you feel slightly tougher. +Grass Skirt - This item is fragile and flammable, but serves as decent clothing.
Weapons: N/A +Sharp Stone +Beetle Mandible - Rather hard and sharp on its own, it might be sturdy enough to refine.
Current Party: Asura, Mother Slime, Steve, and himself.
Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting II, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment, Meditation I, Point Strike I, Keen Sight I, Material Analysis I
Kills for current level: 1x bowhorn Deer 2x Rubber Frogs
All the armor > Prep the food /// Adventuring day 5 // Afternoon / Location - Forest
Breathe in and out, in and out. Feel the mana of the world around you and pull it into you. A slow process but with every breath he felt lighter, with every breath he felt stronger. Now was a time to train, he knew that but there was one more thing he needed to do. That thing was to preserve the rest of the food that they had gotten from that deer, food he had left in the shade and out of the sun.
Standing from his meditation feeling better than he did but still not quite full. Taking his sharp stone the high pixie grabbed a few sticks that were laying around that were strong and green with Y branches he could use to wedge the pieces together and create a sort of crude teepee. Gathering some more branches and loose twigs with some green vegetation. Making separate piles for the two, he looked at the others and smiled.
“Go ahead and do what he asks Steve just be careful. This way you can grow stronger too.” Looking back to his piles of debris Ardur pauses for a moment. This would be a good time to think about what to do after this, “System show complete stats for character Ardur… or player Ardur.” He could not remember if he asked like this before but it was worth a chance.
Digging out under the sticks, he set up next to the smaller tree so that he could use it as a brace. The pixie began setting up a small pile of twigs, bark, and dry leaves. Really, anything that looked like it would burn and then set to taking the sharp rock to cut the meat he had left into small strips to hang over the sticks he set up. Once he was feeling optimistic about his plan to smoke and dry the rest of the meat he knelt down to the pile of kindling and carefully held it in his hands.
“Fire nurtures and keeps us warm; the mother cradles it to keep it protected by those who would extinguish it.” He was holding the pile of tinder like it was something precious and very slowly started to cast a fireball I spell releasing just enough mana to get it started and warm. “This flame is that of the mother for it will feed us for some days. This flame is of the protector, the beasts will stay away. It is a flame of the king, for the wise prepare ahead.” This spell was not being used for fighting but for cooking, he was curious as to see if the spell changed when not being used in an aggressive manner.
Once the tinder bundle would ignite, Ardur would set it under the meat in the center of the sticks. Slowly setting more and more branches. Once the fire was big enough to sustain itself, he would add the green plants to make smoke. With this hopefully the small strips of meat would be dried out and smoked to help preserve them. He is aware of the basic way to smoke meat but was unaware of the details to it.
Inventory: bow horn venison x20 lbs. +Rubber Frogskin Backpack - This item is more elastic than it looks. Can hold 15 Small Items. The number of items held may be affected by larger items that take up more space. It is more durable than most raw materials due to its rubbery composition, but without proper care it may degrade over time.
Clothes: +Beetle Bracer - This item for your Arm makes you feel slightly tougher. +Bone Breastplate - This item for your Torso makes you feel slightly tougher. +Grass Skirt - This item is fragile and flammable, but serves as decent clothing.
Weapons: N/A +Sharp Stone +Beetle Mandible - Rather hard and sharp on its own, it might be sturdy enough to refine.
Current Party: Asura, Mother Slime, Steve, and himself.
Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting I, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment, Meditation I, Point Strike I, Keen Sight I,
Kills for current level: 1x bowhorn Deer 2x Rubber Frogs
more crafting > All the armor /// Adventuring day 5 // Morning > Afternoon / Location - Forest
Ardur was working hard at what he was doing trying to be careful and pay attention to what he was doing and making. Trying to get the skill for material analysis while using his crafting I skill. At one point even using Keen Sight I to try to get the skill a little faster. At least the sun was keeping him warm through his prayers.
Occasionally he would glance over at the others still, Asura seemed to be pretty determined to get the skills necessary to be a good tank. Something told him that it would be useful in the time to come. He only stopped working once to heal his slime friend and pet Steve for a moment before continuing.
Once he was finished and looking himself over he smiled, the gear he had now would hopefully keep both of them alive and well for some time now. Putting the bracer over his left arm and the chest piece over his shoulders, he stood there briefly with his hands on his hips. Now all he needed was a good weapon and a helmet.
However before any of that, Asura seemed to want to talk to him or at least mention him. “Hmm? Oh, do not worry about me I was going to meditate for a little while now anyways. If you want to work on more resistances Steve just got Poison Fang I if you want to work on that.” A thought occurred in his head just then and he looked at Steve, “Steve if you can hear this attempt at telepathic communication turn in a circle three times.” He wondered why he had never attempted this before but o well.
“Steve, do what the nice slime asks of you as long as it looks like the other one is okay with it.” It was the last thing he would remark about before leaning against the tree he had been working next to. Slowly he began to work on his breathing, slow and steady, drowning out the sounds around him for a moment. Concentrating only on his breathing while he used Meditate I, sensing all the abundant mana around them and subsequently pulling it into himself.
Inventory: bow horn venison x20 lbs. +Rubber Frogskin Backpack - This item is more elastic than it looks. Can hold 15 Small Items. The number of items held may be affected by larger items that take up more space. It is more durable than most raw materials due to its rubbery composition, but without proper care it may degrade over time.
Clothes: +Beetle Bracer - This item for your Arm makes you feel slightly tougher. +Bone Breastplate - This item for your Torso makes you feel slightly tougher. +Grass Skirt - This item is fragile and flammable, but serves as decent clothing.
Weapons: N/A +Sharp Stone +Beetle Mandible - Rather hard and sharp on its own, it might be sturdy enough to refine.
Current Party: Asura, Mother Slime, Steve, and himself.
Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting I, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment, Meditation I, Point Strike I, Keen Sight I,
Kills for current level: 1x bowhorn Deer 2x Rubber Frogs
i do hope this is acceptable... been trying to make this concept work for a little while now.
Edit: Reworked and renamed to be less OP sorry about that, sleep deprivation does funny things to me.
Name: Isaac J. Castle Alias: Nightmare Formerly: Wild Card Age: 36 Powers:
A call to the void. – A dark ability he barley understands, similar to what you would call shape shifting just in a different light. Entering into a trance and muttering words he does not know or remember, a black void opens beneath him and he sinks in. after a certain amount of time, a creature will emerge that he shares a mental and physical connection. What emerges has only referred to itself once as Naswaru. Once the creature is dismissed or destroyed, he will appear were it last stood unharmed but fatigued.
Evolved specimen – there is a 5% chance that whatever comes back through the void is evolved or at a higher level than the others of the same type. These specimens have stronger and have more powerful ability’s. However, they are harder for Isaac to control and he is more susceptible to their natural urges and instincts.
Somewhere overhead, you hear it. Something pounds at the air. A hideous black thing slides across the stars. Giant membranous wings carry it through the air, beating like those of some mythical fiend. There’s something about it that lets you know it’s only toying with you…
Naswaru stands more than 8ft. tall and is most frightening. It also regenerates at an absurd rate, healing from death’s door to your doorstep in a matter of a half hour. And just plain overall, its physical gifts are not to be underestimated. massive bat-like wings sprout from the Vampire’s back. Nearly thirty feet from tip to tip, these wings are capable of carrying it high through the sky. it is death from above.
Everything about this creature screams pain. Its Exsanguinating Touch literally causes blood to boil, bursting out of the body of its victim. Inanimate objects crack and sizzle as if acid were poured onto it. Those who have been tortured by this one typically bear terrible scarring from ruined capillaries and veins rupturing through their skin. The size of pencils but twice as thick, the stingers they fire are covered in inch-long barbs.
Naswaru is sadistic, blood thirsty, and deadly. It's personality traits have already begun to develop with in Isaac causing a need to inflict pain and an unholy thirst for blood combined with the patience of a predator and an arrogance borne of birds of prey.
On another note although he has a mouth it does not have vocal cords and instead projects its thoughts telepathically one way to talk to others in this form. In a sense you can hear him but unless you speak he cant hear you.
Weaknesses:
When he dives he never comes back the same, there is a toll that must be paid for making the call. Sometimes it’s just a memory, it can be changed, erased, or not even his own. It could manifest as a twitch or unknown desire. Normally he comes back with personality traits of the beast.
If someone were to ever gain control of his mind and force him to call to the void, he nor the person who forced him to will be in control of the demon. The creature will do whatever its primary goal would be without the care for collateral damage. If the creature suffers enough damage or is out for at most 6 hours it will dissipate and Isaac will be rendered unconscious.
It takes a little time for him to complete the incantation and slip into the void, if someone were to interrupt this the call would not work and he would have to try again. It is not instantaneous.
Even though the creature looks like it is from another world, he is still just a human and suffers from the same ailments and issues regular humans have.
Eventually the beast will consume him entirely, this is what Hex warned. Without his pendant the beast has more influence on his reasoning and compulsions.
Appearance:
An average built man, standing 5’9 and weighing about 180 Lbs.
Deep sunken brown eyes, a thousand yard stare, and a permanent scowl are the first to greet you when you first meet him. Always sporting short neatly shaved hair and looking like he had not shaved for the last few days. The smell of smoke and cheap cologne, not strong enough to put someone off but definitely there.
His skin always looks a little dirty and covered in various tattoos of different colors and images. These tattoos hide scars of a tortured and broken past long before he was given his ability. One thing that stands out with these tattoos and markings is several symbols of other hero’s. Some forgotten to time, others who are no longer among the living, and a few that still walk the streets and back allies.
He has the look of someone who has seen or done some very bad things and has no one to blame but himself for it. Wearing an old patched up and partially reinforced leather trench coat that’s adorned with patches and pins. Under that is normally business clothes and some reinforced slacks that have seen better days. A tie, black but occasionally red, hangs lazily around his neck and an old leather backpack make up his traveling clothes.
The suit he wears was designed to make it so he wouldn’t be easily effected by airborne pollutants, intoxicants, or hallucinogens. Supporting its own self-contained breathing apparatus with oxygen and air scrubbers. As well as being reinforced, a contained layer of medical gel sits just on the inside of the suit, meant to both fill holes in the suit and himself. The last thing his suit has are morphine injectors and pain blockers. These are used when he believes he will be interrupted while beginning his ritual.
Equipment:
Other than his average reinforced clothes he carries a staff that doubles as a walking stick. Strong metal ground to a point on one end and electricity surging through the other. Isaac is highly trained and skilled with most melee weaponry, gaining the skills mostly out of boredom than anything.
Origin:
>> Stolen as a baby by cultists because both his parents had aptitude with magic. >> Raised as a sacrifice, conditioned, and at times tortured. >> The ritual started early and lasted through his entire stay with them. >> Final ritual began when he was 16 under a blood red moon, covered in brandings and tattoos. >> Consumed by the void, the cultists hoped that a messenger from their god would rise. >> What came next was a release of elemental energy and the complete destruction of the cult and its stronghold by an out of control elemental spirit.
>> Waking several days later in a hospital, rescued by law enforcement who thought the cult burnt itself to the ground leaving only the boy. >> Soon found himself escaping from the hospital in a fit of fear and culture shock. >> Began living day by day on the streets of Cedar Fort. >> Dodging gangs and criminal activity was eventually taken in by a small church that worshipped a machine god. >> Spent the next few years learning about the world around them and the machine god, a key member named Tomas instilling a focus on good vs evil.
>> Caught in between a gang fight with Tomas and sheltering in place. The fighting getting worse and worse sparked his ritual. >> A bright light and a being looking like an angel emerged from the dumpster they were hiding in. >> With a simple raise of its hand the fighting stopped, the gang members simply left and returned home. >> This revelation and Tomas’s push for him to be better sparked his inevitable joining of the fight against criminals and those that wished to do harm.
>> He thought he was unstoppable. >> making memories and fighting crime with a power he barley understood. >> Joining a team as the wild card and picking up the same name. >> His team was tight nit and quickly became the family he always wanted, even falling in love with one of them.
>> They were reporting to a hostage situation in a wealthy part of town the top of a new skyscraper filled with offices and apartments. >> there was three sky scrapers in this area and the one they were going to had already been evacuated with the others still in the process of doing so. >> The villain, a cryomancer, had a new friend who could control the minds of others. >> Lately the creatures that were responding to Isaac’s call were becoming stronger and darker, his mental state was becoming more and more strained with repeated use. >> When they finally began their assault he stayed back to be used as a last resort, but the mind controller surprised him and forced him into his trance. >> What emerged was something dark and powerful, an evolved specimen with a dark, sadistic, and blood thirsty personality. >> Although his team had won against the cryomancer none of them knew what to do when this creature strode through the door way.
>> This thing he transformed into nearly disintegrated the cryomancer with a flick of its wrist. Contorting flesh and bone while keeping the man alive until the end and he was splintered across the floor. >> seeing this his team attempted to subdue him but one by one they all failed. All he could do was watch as his family was torn apart around him by him. >> The carnage and utter horror didn’t stop there. This thing made its way down eviscerating and deforming all who stood against it before it simply flew off into the forest.
>> Isaac would never forgive himself for what he did, branded a criminal and sought after by heroes and police alike. >> He returned to the church and has stayed there working ever since. They welcomed him back but he always sensed that they were keeping him at arm’s length. Almost as if they knew what he had done.
Personality:
Isaac is a cold and quiet man, always trying to atone for what he has done through his actions. He will always be the first to offer assistance or help. Often spending what little money he has on helping others in need with food or shelter. If he senses they are having issues or are just lonely he may even break out of his cold personality and try to talk to them.
Slow to anger with a depressed look about him, he finds himself sometimes thinking a bit too much on the given circumstances. The last thing he wants is to get into a fight and will try his best not too unless given no other choices. He has a fear of his ability’s and what they can do and does not like to show them off. However if asked, he is more than willing to open up and talk about them.
He isn’t one to lose his composure or give up early more than likely he will try his best and give it his all on any given task. Always the protector, he would never leave anyone behind and is always willing to make the sacrifice play.
Misc. Facts:
Isaac enjoys singing and playing the guitar, he usually carries a holographic guitar but has an old wooden one at the church. He also enjoys Asian style foods more than others, always finding the time for a good noodle shop.
On a bad day or after a change the voice of Naswaru lingers and talks to him. One could very well see him as being crazy for having a conversation with some one who isn't there.
Naswaru wasn't always a demon, in the beginning it was an angel and it has slowly grown more dangerous and twisted with every use.
Relationship with Hex:
Hex was a strange character, a man that wondered into his church one day while Isaac was still fighting crime and wanted to speak to him about their god. After a brief conversation he revealed he was not here for the religion but for him, to talk to him about his power. Isaac being one to not turn someone away, listened to what he had to say. After their talk about eldritch magic and entities from another realm meant to fight evil, Isaac was more than convinced to let the man attempt to help him. The help he received was in the form of a necklace that helped him control the ones he banded too. Now with him gone Isaac feels indebted to the old man to at least make an effort to figure out what he was doing.
Name: Isaac J. Castle Alias: Nightmare Formerly: Wild Card Age: 36 Powers:
A call to the void. – A dark ability he barley understands, similar to what you would call shapeshifting just in a different light. Entering into a trance and muttering words he does not know or remember, a black void opens beneath him and he sinks in. after a certain amount of time, a creature will emerge that he shares a mental and physical connection. What emerges has only refered to itself once as Naswaru. Once the creature is dismissed or destroyed, he will appear were it last stood unharmed but fatigued.
Evolved specimen – there is a 5% chance that whatever comes back through the void is evolved or at a higher level than the others of the same type. These specimens have stronger and have more powerful ability’s. However, they are harder for Isaac to control and he is more susceptible to their natural urges and instincts.
Somewhere overhead, you hear it. Something pounds at the air. A hideous black thing slides across the stars. Giant membranous wings carry it through the air, beating like those of some mythical fiend. There’s something about it that lets you know it’s only toying with you…
Naswaru stands more than 8ft. tall and is most frightening. It also regenerates at an absurd rate, healing from death’s door to your doorstep in a matter of a half hour. And just plain overall, its physical gifts are not to be underestimated. massive bat-like wings sprout from the Vampire’s back. Nearly thirty feet from tip to tip, these wings are capable of carrying it high through the sky. it is death from above.
Everything about this creature screams pain. Its Exsanguinating Touch literally causes blood to boil, bursting out of the body of its victim. Inanimate objects crack and sizzle as if acid were poured onto it. Those who have been tortured by this one typically bear terrible scarring from ruined capillaries and veins rupturing through their skin. The size of pencils but twice as thick, the stingers they fire are covered in inch-long barbs.
Naswaru is sadistic, blood thirsty, and deadly. It's personality traits have already begun to develop with in Isaac causing a need to inflict pain and an unholy thirst for blood combined with the patience of a predator and an arrogance borne of birds of prey.
On another note although he has a mouth it does not have vocal cords and instead projects its thoughts telepathically one way to talk to others in this form. In a sense you can hear him but unless you speak he cant hear you.
Weaknesses:
When he dives he never comes back the same, there is a toll that must be paid for making the call. Sometimes it’s just a memory, it can be changed, erased, or not even his own. It could manifest as a twitch or unknown desire. Normally he comes back with personality traits of the beast.
If someone were to ever gain control of his mind and force him to call to the void, he nor the person who forced him to will be in control of the demon. The creature will do whatever its primary goal would be without the care for collateral damage. If the creature suffers enough damage or is out for at most 6 hours it will dissipate and Isaac will be rendered unconscious.
It takes a little time for him to complete the incantation and slip into the void, if someone were to interrupt this the call would not work and he would have to try again. It is not instantaneous.
Even though the creature looks like it is from another world, he is still just a human and suffers from the same ailments and issues regular humans have.
Eventually the beast will consume him entirely, this is what Hex warned. Without his pendant the beast has more influence on his reasoning and compulsions.
Appearance:
An average built man, standing 5’9 and weighing about 180 Lbs.
Deep sunken brown eyes, a thousand yard stare, and a permanent scowl are the first to greet you when you first meet him. Always sporting short neatly shaved hair and looking like he had not shaved for the last few days. The smell of smoke and cheap cologne, not strong enough to put someone off but definitely there.
His skin always looks a little dirty and covered in various tattoos of different colors and images. These tattoos hide scars of a tortured and broken past long before he was given his ability. One thing that stands out with these tattoos and markings is several symbols of other hero’s. Some forgotten to time, others who are no longer among the living, and a few that still walk the streets and back allies.
He has the look of someone who has seen or done some very bad things and has no one to blame but himself for it. Wearing an old patched up and partially reinforced leather trench coat that’s adorned with patches and pins. Under that is normally business clothes and some reinforced slacks that have seen better days. A tie, black but occasionally red, hangs lazily around his neck and an old leather backpack make up his traveling clothes.
The suit he wears was designed to make it so he wouldn’t be easily effected by airborne pollutants, intoxicants, or hallucinogens. Supporting its own self-contained breathing apparatus with oxygen and air scrubbers. As well as being reinforced, a contained layer of medical gel sits just on the inside of the suit, meant to both fill holes in the suit and himself. The last thing his suit has are morphine injectors and pain blockers. These are used when he believes he will be interrupted while beginning his ritual.
Equipment:
Other than his average reinforced clothes he carries a staff that doubles as a walking stick. Strong metal ground to a point on one end and electricity surging through the other. Isaac is highly trained and skilled with most melee weaponry, gaining the skills mostly out of boredom than anything.
Origin:
>> Stolen as a baby by cultists because both his parents had aptitude with magic. >> Raised as a sacrifice, conditioned, and at times tortured. >> The ritual started early and lasted through his entire stay with them. >> Final ritual began when he was 16 under a blood red moon, covered in brandings and tattoos. >> Consumed by the void, the cultists hoped that a messenger from their god would rise. >> What came next was a release of elemental energy and the complete destruction of the cult and its stronghold by an out of control elemental spirit.
>> Waking several days later in a hospital, rescued by law enforcement who thought the cult burnt itself to the ground leaving only the boy. >> Soon found himself escaping from the hospital in a fit of fear and culture shock. >> Began living day by day on the streets of Cedar Fort. >> Dodging gangs and criminal activity was eventually taken in by a small church that worshipped a machine god. >> Spent the next few years learning about the world around them and the machine god, a key member named Tomas instilling a focus on good vs evil.
>> Caught in between a gang fight with Tomas and sheltering in place. The fighting getting worse and worse sparked his ritual. >> A bright light and a being looking like an angel emerged from the dumpster they were hiding in. >> With a simple raise of its hand the fighting stopped, the gang members simply left and returned home. >> This revelation and Tomas’s push for him to be better sparked his inevitable joining of the fight against criminals and those that wished to do harm.
>> He thought he was unstoppable. >> making memories and fighting crime with a power he barley understood. >> Joining a team as the wild card and picking up the same name. >> His team was tight nit and quickly became the family he always wanted, even falling in love with one of them.
>> They were reporting to a hostage situation in a wealthy part of town the top of a new skyscraper filled with offices and apartments. >> there was three sky scrapers in this area and the one they were going to had already been evacuated with the others still in the process of doing so. >> The villain, a cryomancer, had a new friend who could control the minds of others. >> Lately the creatures that were responding to Isaac’s call were becoming stronger and darker, his mental state was becoming more and more strained with repeated use. >> When they finally began their assault he stayed back to be used as a last resort, but the mind controller surprised him and forced him into his trance. >> What emerged was something dark and powerful, an evolved specimen with a dark, sadistic, and blood thirsty personality. >> Although his team had won against the cryomancer none of them knew what to do when this creature strode through the door way.
>> This thing he transformed into nearly disintegrated the cryomancer with a flick of its wrist. Contorting flesh and bone while keeping the man alive until the end and he was splintered across the floor. >> seeing this his team attempted to subdue him but one by one they all failed. All he could do was watch as his family was torn apart around him by him. >> The carnage and utter horror didn’t stop there. This thing made its way down eviscerating and deforming all who stood against it before it simply flew off into the forest.
>> Isaac would never forgive himself for what he did, branded a criminal and sought after by heroes and police alike. >> He returned to the church and has stayed there working ever since. They welcomed him back but he always sensed that they were keeping him at arm’s length. Almost as if they knew what he had done.
Personality:
Isaac is a cold and quiet man, always trying to atone for what he has done through his actions. He will always be the first to offer assistance or help. Often spending what little money he has on helping others in need with food or shelter. If he senses they are having issues or are just lonely he may even break out of his cold personality and try to talk to them.
Slow to anger with a depressed look about him, he finds himself sometimes thinking a bit too much on the given circumstances. The last thing he wants is to get into a fight and will try his best not too unless given no other choices. He has a fear of his ability’s and what they can do and does not like to show them off. However if asked, he is more than willing to open up and talk about them.
He isn’t one to lose his composure or give up early more than likely he will try his best and give it his all on any given task. Always the protector, he would never leave anyone behind and is always willing to make the sacrifice play.
Misc. Facts:
Isaac enjoys singing and playing the guitar, he usually carries a holographic guitar but has an old wooden one at the church. He also enjoys Asian style foods more than others, always finding the time for a good noodle shop.
On a bad day or after a change the voice of Naswaru lingers and talks to him. One could very well see him as being crazy for having a conversation with some one who isn't there.
Naswaru wasn't always a demon, in the beginning it was an angel and it has slowly grown more dangerous and twisted with every use.
Relationship with Hex:
Hex was a strange character, a man that wondered into his church one day while Isaac was still fighting crime and wanted to speak to him about their god. After a brief conversation he revealed he was not here for the religion but for him, to talk to him about his power. Isaac being one to not turn someone away, listened to what he had to say. After their talk about eldritch magic and entities from another realm meant to fight evil, Isaac was more than convinced to let the man attempt to help him. The help he received was in the form of a necklace that helped him control the ones he banded too. Now with him gone Isaac feels indebted to the old man to at least make an effort to figure out what he was doing.
This looks fun. I haven't done an advanced rp in a while so if I'm not up to par I understand, but I'll do my best. Then again I am kind of self conscious about that part. I will work on getting a character up and going, too bad I'm gone this weekend.
time to train and craft > more crafting /// Adventuring day 5 // Morning > Afternoon / Location - Forest
The high pixie only looked away briefly too see Steve using the rock and web combo as a makeshift weapon to use against the slime. That was actually an interesting idea, maybe seeing how his companion takes on different tasks would give them all more ideas. The makeshift flail found its mark and seemed like it could do a fair bit of damage with better equipment and training. At least they were being resourceful.
Turing his attention back to the task at hand he was pleased with the outcome of his work. He was certain it was not the best but it at least looked like it was going to be ok. “System” he proclaimed as he was observing the new material in his hands, pulling it tight to test its ability. “Put all skill points for tamed creature Steve into Poison Fang.” This gave him the chance to hopefully get some sort of poison resistance and could possibly be harvested and put on future weapons. As for the other skills? It would simply take some time and he knew he would be able to get it.
Ardur’s attention was pulled away from his work by the worried voice of Mother Slime, “Steve wait till mother slime is ok with what Asura is doing before trying to hit him again. Until then, just swing that rock over your head for practice.” He told her. The last thing he wanted to do was piss off the big slime, he did not want to deal with infighting at this very moment. “Yeah I’ll give you a heal when you want me too. I’m just going to try to get this armor up and going first.” He replied to his friend.
After setting the new material to the side, he began to think and look over the materials he had and the resources around him. They were not terribly in the open but were not entirely covered either. Keeping a lookout would be for the best. It seemed like he could get all the sap he would need for the other five tendons and maybe he could do something with the tree bark itself as well. He still had the mandible that was slowly degrading but it would have to do until he found another sharp rock.
Perhaps he could turn the bark into some sort of cordage like the Native Americans used to do. Then the pieces of “armor” that laid before him could be used to do something. Anything too complex wouldn’t pan out as he wanted it too, he knew that, but perhaps something simple. Ardur began to plan in his head how to proceed. He had six tendons and one was coated already, so the next step would be to coat the rest. After that, using the beetle parts as back armor wouldn’t work out as he wanted them too but they could be used as bracers and arm protection. It wouldn’t be pretty and might be a little awkward from the shape but as long as it worked right?
As for the bones? They could simply be used as a primitive breast plate no other armored points on his torso but at least it was a start. Then after all of that possibly using the bark cordage, if it worked, to fashion some type of skirt or tunic out of the local vegetation so he would blend in a little better. He remembered how his mud coating a few days ago helped and his green hair more than likely already helped. The last thing to do would be to try to make that frog skin into some sort of pack or bag.
Therefore, Ardur set to work on his plan of making some armor for himself while Steve practiced her fighting against Asura. All the while, the pixie would stop after every couple of minutes or so and just look around and listen, always weary of their surroundings. When he was not doing this he would offer up small bits of mana for Guidance I, he wasn’t doing it to get guidance on where to go or what to do. He was doing it too see if it did anything for his crafting. He also did this while muttering to himself what he thought would be things his gods would promote or like him to do.
“The King, he rewards decisions and team work that benefit the group, Loyalty to those around and under you, and supports the Leader.” Another would be for, “The Protector, he rewards courage and bravery to stand your ground, to protect and fight for others either through words or actions. He doesn't care what side of a conflict is chosen, as long as a side is chosen.” Finally, “The Mother, she rewards growth and prosperity, whether it be food or wealth as long as what is gathered is shared and wealth not horded. So that everyone may grow and be strong.”
Current Party: Asura, Mother Slime, Steve, and himself.
Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting I, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment, Meditation I, Point Strike I, Keen Sight I,
Kills for current level: 1x bowhorn Deer 2x Rubber Frogs
It was a cool evening and everyone seemed to be unwinding as expected. A few other noticeable faces passed by here and there, as he sat and waited for his mage to emerge. The one mage that did eventually emerge was Lille, the ghost haired mage from earlier. He could not help but smile at her.
Victor seemed to wait for a while longer before growing bored; his prize seemed to have exited out another entrance or was perhaps still inside. Either way he still wanted to venture around the perimeter of the compound and get a good feel for the number of paces between buildings. All things to figure out and remember with the hope that they would not need to be used.
Rustling of leaves in a gentle breeze, the odd giggle or whisper from those hidden in the foliage or up in the trees, footsteps down gravel walk ways, the odd clink of metal or glass that someone was carrying. All subtle sounds that filled the more heavily wooded park areas near the border of the school. He was sure he was being watched, they all were this close to the edge. The last thing a place like this would want was party crashers.
The vampire felt a familiar vibration in his coat pocket while he continued with his slow stroll, the name “High and Mighty” came across the old screen. The contact name and number for his father or one of his father’s advisors. Pondering to answer the phone for a brief moment or toss it into the woods, he hesitated before answering on the fifth ring. “Hello.”
He was met with silence but he could tell someone was there, “not a strong start.” The voice sounded disappointed but was obviously his fathers, “you are supposed to befriend the mages not toss them across the arena. Lord Perion would find that amusing but I don’t.” the irritation in the voice soon overcame the disappointment. “Do not think that I won’t brand you as a traitor and take your standing with the council away from you. You are not invincible and we cannot look inept in front of the clan.”
Silence on both sides of the phone for an awkward few moments, “Yes Sir, I understand.” Was all Victor could muster through his gritting teeth. Always judging his every move like he know better or knows how to read people. His father never wanted to see his plans through, thinking they were always dependent on too many variables and not worth the risk.
“Fix yourself before I have to remind your friend here why she is in the position that she is in.” his father never gave idle threats and he did have the one thing left that could control his son by his side every day as one of his personal mages and assistants. An unknowing hostage.
“The situation will be handled, there is no need to go to such lengths for punishment.” All he got in return was the click of the phone and the conversation ending. Quickly victor dropped the phone before he crushed it and punched a nearby tree, splintering wood and sending cracks through the tree.
It took him more than a few moments to regain his composure. Picking up his phone, he carried on towards his dorm. Not only was his father ever paranoid of his progress but he probably had a spy or two on the grounds here, not to mention his sister monitoring social media from some of the students here. It would be tricky to take any sort of action against his father or their house from here. a dangerous thing to have at the princesses school but he wouldn't put it past him.
Perhaps he could find an audience with the princess; he does have enough information to at least bring his family down currently not the whole Astorio line but at least the Strigois clan. First things first he would have to free the hostage and be taken in to speak with the princess without asking. That way he could at least avoid suspicion there. He would lose all standing with his family and branded a traitor if he was not careful. He has been to imprisoned once but Victor was aware that they would kill him rather than have him speak. It is a fight either way, but one way or another his father would pay for what he has done.
Emerging from the park area the tall vampire continued to his dorm. The Astorio Dorm looked quite well off and it was not hard to find. He opened the front door with the key he had been given when he arrived and set the one that was for his mage on a small table next to the door. He left his coat on a rack next to the door and took his shoes off before entering his new home. Victor checked on one of the small office rooms, it was rather plain but at least the furnishings seemed appropriate.
Continuing on to his room he noticed it was rather plain, a desk in one corner of the room and a small covered area for sleeping if he so wished. Then back towards the far wall stood what almost looked like a shrine. Burning candles and incense ready to be used, sitting on top of this small table was his family’s heirloom. The sword he brought with him titled, “Moon Slayer” for its use in a time long since passed. it was set up the same way he had left it at home. clearly set up that way on purpose.
Victor picked up the well-maintained and well-balanced long sword, looking at it and the inscriptions that covered it for a few moments. After a little while, he picked up one of the candles and a stick of incense and walked to the back yard. Lighting the stick and blowing out its flame he set it down on the swords scabbard in front of him so it could burn, the candle was set just behind that.
After taking off his shirt he sat down in the grass, his legs crossed in front of him. The sword was being held with his left hand on the flat side of the blade and his right hand holding the hilt. This was another way for him to meditate and listen to the world around him as well as plan and think about what he had to do next.
Sup im sword just got here and am getting a feel for things.
Well i got a feel for things and i think ill stay... also recovering from spine surgery sucks but is better than ending up in the emergency room again.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Sup im sword just got here and am getting a feel for things.<br><br>Well i got a feel for things and i think ill stay... also recovering from spine surgery sucks but is better than ending up in the emergency room again.</div>
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