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Fetzen@Gentlemanvaultboy
....May lord have mercy on your soul, but do not pray to him...
For he cannot hear you in the hell you've entered.
....May lord have mercy on your soul, but do not pray to him...
For he cannot hear you in the hell you've entered.
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Name: Horace, the Animator.
Appearance:
Race: Abomination.
Abilities:
Bind Soul: Making a pact with a soul from HELL, Horace is able to bind it to an item, to give it temporary respite from its never ending suffering! Or, if a demon wants to do some shit in the real world. Horace isn't picky. When a soul is bound to an item, it animates it, and shifts its form to normally mimic a living creature. It is able to walk, talk, but must obey Horace. If destroyed, the soul/demon is banished back to HELL. This is Horace's bread and butter ability. Attempting to bind demons normally requires some sort of payment, but will yield stronger creatures.
Capture Soul: When a living being is murdered turned into non-living matter near him, Horace can collect their souls in jars, Legend of Zelda style. These souls are normally used for barganing with angels demons. Or for pranks, such as putting them in people's coffee, which normally ends up with them getting possessed by the spirit, or causes another personality to form inside the body, for a split personality disorder.
Average Swordsmanship: Horace is an average sword fighter, but nothing truly special.
Equipment: Rusty Sword: Horace carries a rusty iron longsword. Why? To deter fools from trying to mug him. Or to murder those brave enough.
8 Glass jars.
5 pounds of goblin jerky.
A burlap sack, where he keeps all his junk.
A very rusty iron ring.
Background: Unknown., but some assume he's a force of nature. Some believe he is a devil escaped from hell. Some think he may be an angel, cast from heaven. Only Horace knows, and he isn't telling. What Is known about him, which is little, is he is an oddly kind being. Tending to use his powers to do magic tricks for monster children, he sees himself as a mix of entertainer, and protector. This is why he seeks to destroy humanity, after seeing one to many group of monster children murdered by humans.....
"Mercy? Like what they begged for, before you stomped out that small spark of life they held? I'll give you the best mercy I can offer....."- Horace, before having a construct of bricks crush a human adventurer's skull with its bare hands.
Appearance:
Race: Abomination.
Abilities:
Bind Soul: Making a pact with a soul from HELL, Horace is able to bind it to an item, to give it temporary respite from its never ending suffering! Or, if a demon wants to do some shit in the real world. Horace isn't picky. When a soul is bound to an item, it animates it, and shifts its form to normally mimic a living creature. It is able to walk, talk, but must obey Horace. If destroyed, the soul/demon is banished back to HELL. This is Horace's bread and butter ability. Attempting to bind demons normally requires some sort of payment, but will yield stronger creatures.
Capture Soul: When a living being is murdered turned into non-living matter near him, Horace can collect their souls in jars, Legend of Zelda style. These souls are normally used for barganing with angels demons. Or for pranks, such as putting them in people's coffee, which normally ends up with them getting possessed by the spirit, or causes another personality to form inside the body, for a split personality disorder.
Average Swordsmanship: Horace is an average sword fighter, but nothing truly special.
Equipment: Rusty Sword: Horace carries a rusty iron longsword. Why? To deter fools from trying to mug him. Or to murder those brave enough.
8 Glass jars.
5 pounds of goblin jerky.
A burlap sack, where he keeps all his junk.
A very rusty iron ring.
Background: Unknown., but some assume he's a force of nature. Some believe he is a devil escaped from hell. Some think he may be an angel, cast from heaven. Only Horace knows, and he isn't telling. What Is known about him, which is little, is he is an oddly kind being. Tending to use his powers to do magic tricks for monster children, he sees himself as a mix of entertainer, and protector. This is why he seeks to destroy humanity, after seeing one to many group of monster children murdered by humans.....
"Mercy? Like what they begged for, before you stomped out that small spark of life they held? I'll give you the best mercy I can offer....."- Horace, before having a construct of bricks crush a human adventurer's skull with its bare hands.
@Pikmin Eye
I forgot to put it in characters. Thank you for reminding me to do so. Also, don't stare to hard. You'll gaze into another reality, and cosmic horror napkins will eat your eyes.
I forgot to put it in characters. Thank you for reminding me to do so. Also, don't stare to hard. You'll gaze into another reality, and cosmic horror napkins will eat your eyes.
@Banana
Good. Good.
Good. Good.
@Gentlemanvaultboy
I'm not planning it. Firebrand can get out of the aoe of Threek's attack, easily. Ozo even pointed it out. I'd not try to force such a huge thing.
I'm not planning it. Firebrand can get out of the aoe of Threek's attack, easily. Ozo even pointed it out. I'd not try to force such a huge thing.
@Wraithblade6 @Gentlemanvaultboy
"Oh. My name, friend, is Ozo. I'm a travelling hero. You might of heard of me, but think that not me speaking from ego. Rather, it has happened one to many times to rule out as a possibility. Anywho, Australia you say? I've not heard of that..but...if you don't mind a few more mintues of me lookin around, of course I'll find it! But..there..is..one...problem..." Ozo began, sorta pushing two fingers together in a sign of worry.
"..I..Err...can only carry..one person..at a time..I could take you both! But..one of you..would be alone..if only for a few mintues....I don't know if you'd be ok with that." Ozo adds. He seems worried, looking back at the rat. "Which....if his spell is aoe, you might get caught in it. Which, would, to say the least, be a misfortunate coming of events...." Ozo says, seeming to say misfortunate oddly. "Although, you seem to be able to fly, so..maybe I should take our human friend first? Make sure he's safe and sound and come pick you up?" Ozo asks Firebrand, and Damien.
"Oh. My name, friend, is Ozo. I'm a travelling hero. You might of heard of me, but think that not me speaking from ego. Rather, it has happened one to many times to rule out as a possibility. Anywho, Australia you say? I've not heard of that..but...if you don't mind a few more mintues of me lookin around, of course I'll find it! But..there..is..one...problem..." Ozo began, sorta pushing two fingers together in a sign of worry.
"..I..Err...can only carry..one person..at a time..I could take you both! But..one of you..would be alone..if only for a few mintues....I don't know if you'd be ok with that." Ozo adds. He seems worried, looking back at the rat. "Which....if his spell is aoe, you might get caught in it. Which, would, to say the least, be a misfortunate coming of events...." Ozo says, seeming to say misfortunate oddly. "Although, you seem to be able to fly, so..maybe I should take our human friend first? Make sure he's safe and sound and come pick you up?" Ozo asks Firebrand, and Damien.
@Banana
I am bad at introing characters, and I did not want to die to due napkin themed horrors.....if that explains/answers any questions.
I am bad at introing characters, and I did not want to die to due napkin themed horrors.....if that explains/answers any questions.
@Banana @Oraculum @Turbowraith @Pikmin Eye @KRIEEEG
"......aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
A voice, deeper than any humans, screams as it crashes from the heavens. A large, lumpy, blue creature crashes into a near by house, most likely causing a ruckus. A woman yells, an elven woman, and soon the small blue man is seen backed up to a window.
"I am so sorry ma'am, but..you do look ra-" He begins, before a pan clunks him upside the head, causing him to crash down. "..That could of gone much, much better." He grumbles, standing up, and looking around at the group. ".....Well....I've nowhere else better to go. Mind if I follow you all? My name is Horace. I'm an animator. I make stuff animated." The small blue thing declares, smiling, a large lump on his forehead, a goose egg welling up from the walop of the pan. He pushes it down, cartoonishly. "I myself, as well, am very animated!" He chuckles. He gives off a strange aura. A kind one, one that seeks fun, and friends, not the normal won-ton hate, or malice most monstrous creatures most likely give off, if the party was any example. Someone may think he was no monster at all.
"That hurt like hell, I need to make sure my creations angle me better when they throw me..." Horace thinks to himself. He had just escaped a sticky situation involving a dwarven girl's father, a animated hammer, and some hard to rub off lipstick....and lots, and lots, of ale. This had lead him to create a large golem out of kegs, and had it toss him a few towns over. Thanks to his small size, and plot convenience, he landed safely...sorta, and was now free to travel again.
"......aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
A voice, deeper than any humans, screams as it crashes from the heavens. A large, lumpy, blue creature crashes into a near by house, most likely causing a ruckus. A woman yells, an elven woman, and soon the small blue man is seen backed up to a window.
"I am so sorry ma'am, but..you do look ra-" He begins, before a pan clunks him upside the head, causing him to crash down. "..That could of gone much, much better." He grumbles, standing up, and looking around at the group. ".....Well....I've nowhere else better to go. Mind if I follow you all? My name is Horace. I'm an animator. I make stuff animated." The small blue thing declares, smiling, a large lump on his forehead, a goose egg welling up from the walop of the pan. He pushes it down, cartoonishly. "I myself, as well, am very animated!" He chuckles. He gives off a strange aura. A kind one, one that seeks fun, and friends, not the normal won-ton hate, or malice most monstrous creatures most likely give off, if the party was any example. Someone may think he was no monster at all.
"That hurt like hell, I need to make sure my creations angle me better when they throw me..." Horace thinks to himself. He had just escaped a sticky situation involving a dwarven girl's father, a animated hammer, and some hard to rub off lipstick....and lots, and lots, of ale. This had lead him to create a large golem out of kegs, and had it toss him a few towns over. Thanks to his small size, and plot convenience, he landed safely...sorta, and was now free to travel again.
@Vampy
Oh. Really? Interesting.
Oh. Really? Interesting.
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