Tancuras

Endless

@Lexicon Apologies, I don't even know why I did that.

Death's Gifts

@Irisity Yeah I was totally kidding, but it might be worth a totally self-indulgent revenge visit.

Death's Gifts

@Irisity So the Renata strangler strikes again...I sense a mystery is afoot!

Video Game Music Appreciation Thread

@Dark Wind Man, FFVII. I have a lot of emotional attachment to this game's music as it was one of my first real RPGs growing up. It's probably the only Final Fantasy game that managed to instill a true horror aspect. That song and Jenova's theme both have a sort of eldritch, alien terror attached to them that really bring together the game's atmosphere. 8/10 for me.

Speaking of atmosphere, Ocarina of Time, especially the music. This one is really a perfect final boss battle for me. The galloping cadence of the snares sets the pace of the fight, and the melody creates a solemn mood of finality, destiny. Just two souls on the battlefield, irrefutably ending an age-long conflict.

Death's Gifts

Sig

Sigmund Craft

|Name|

Sigmund 'Sig' Craft

|Age|

26

|Gender|

M

|Sexuality|

Heterosexual

|Piercings, Tattoos, Scars|

Two wide stellate scars from a lightning strike: one on his left palm, and the other on the sole of his right food. The strike further seared his forearm and shin, rending the flesh in thin, slightly spiraling lines.

|Personality|

Sig is often compared to a dog in his mannerisms: half the time running endlessly, always seeking excitement, and the other half, passed out on the couch and dead to the world. Optimistic to a fault, he never lets his mood drop, pushing himself through any sadness, impatient fix things. Sig is a socialite, flawlessly making fast friends with anyone he meets, and especially those who share his taste for adventure. That being said, Sig is somewhat insensitive to the needs of others and does not understand anxiety or depression. On those fronts, he is entirely useless.

His own death, and the overwhelming terror of the world beyond life, has deeply affected him, but to an extent not yet known.

|Why your character was in Renata|

Sig was in the middle of a road trip. He separated temporarily from his friends to visit his cousin in Renata.

|The Circumstances of the Death|

To say Sig is an adrenaline junkie would be an understatement, though it is hard to say whether he is brave, arrogant or simply asinine in the face of danger. A massive thunderstorm drifted through the town of Renata one night, and Sig found the darkest place he could on the outskirts of town to witness the awe and power of mother nature first-hand. Stripping off his shirt, he dashed into the torrential downpour and stumbled under a large tree to take shelter as the lightning crashed around him. Each spear illuminated Renata before him, the town erupting in radiance, each time more intense than the last, until at last a bolt of lightning found the tree Sig was leaning up against and arced into him, stopping his heart.

|Power|

Sig's powers seem to manifest when he becomes angry. The sky above him is suddenly invaded by an intense storm, wind and rain buffeting anything nearby. Random flashes of lightning soon follow. At the present, the storms that Sig creates are uncontrollable.

|Biography|

Sig grew up as part of a big family. He had many siblings, aunties and uncles, and even more cousins. While never exceptionally poor, his family as a whole was never very well-off, and large family dinners at his grandparents' house were very frequent.

Sig never received a lot of attention as a child, and it made him a free spirit. It also made him a troublemaker. He almost exclusively spent his time with other people his age, drinking, partying, experimenting. When he graduated highschool, he set out to university and majored in what most of his friends were doing as well: psychology, because it was a quick and dirty bachelor and opened a lot of doors.

After earning his degree, Sig set out travelling, never quite settling down in a job for long. His latest trip brought him to Renata.

Endless

@Athinar Maybe Aeudla just assumes Andrea is a man as she has never seen her without her armor?

Death's Gifts

Sig

Sigmund Craft

|Name|

Sigmund 'Sig' Craft

|Age|

26

|Gender|

M

|Sexuality|

Heterosexual

|Piercings, Tattoos, Scars|

Two wide stellate scars from a lightning strike: one on his left palm, and the other on the sole of his right food. The strike further seared his forearm and shin, rending the flesh in thin, slightly spiraling lines.

|Personality|

Sig is often compared to a dog in his mannerisms: half the time running endlessly, always seeking excitement, and the other half, passed out on the couch and dead to the world. Optimistic to a fault, he never lets his mood drop, pushing himself through any sadness, impatient fix things. Sig is a socialite, flawlessly making fast friends with anyone he meets, and especially those who share his taste for adventure. That being said, Sig is somewhat insensitive to the needs of others and does not understand anxiety or depression. On those fronts, he is entirely useless.

His own death, and the overwhelming terror of the world beyond life, has deeply affected him, but to an extent not yet known.

|Why your character was in Renata|

Sig was in the middle of a road trip. He separated temporarily from his friends to visit his cousin in Renata.

|The Circumstances of the Death|

To say Sig is an adrenaline junkie would be an understatement, though it is hard to say whether he is brave, arrogant or simply asinine in the face of danger. A massive thunderstorm drifted through the town of Renata one night, and Sig found the darkest place he could on the outskirts of town to witness the awe and power of mother nature first-hand. Stripping off his shirt, he dashed into the torrential downpour and stumbled under a large tree to take shelter as the lightning crashed around him. Each spear illuminated Renata before him, the town erupting in radiance, each time more intense than the last, until at last a bolt of lightning found the tree Sig was leaning up against and arced into him, stopping his heart.

|Power|

Sig's powers seem to manifest when he becomes angry. The sky above him is suddenly invaded by an intense storm, wind and rain buffeting anything nearby. Random flashes of lightning soon follow. At the present, the storms that Sig creates are uncontrollable.

|Biography|

Sig grew up as part of a big family. He had many siblings, aunties and uncles, and even more cousins. While never exceptionally poor, his family as a whole was never very well-off, and large family dinners at his grandparents' house were very frequent.

Sig never received a lot of attention as a child, and it made him a free spirit. It also made him a troublemaker. He almost exclusively spent his time with other people his age, drinking, partying, experimenting. When he graduated highschool, he set out to university and majored in what most of his friends were doing as well: psychology, because it was a quick and dirty bachelor and opened a lot of doors.

After earning his degree, Sig set out travelling, never quite settling down in a job for long. His latest trip brought him to Renata.

Iskur

Iskur, the Stormruler

|Name|

Iskur, Hadad, Pidar, Rapiu, Ba'al, Zephon

|Age|

Approximately 7,000 years

|Gender|

N

|Domain|

Iskur's domain lies in gaia's wrath - the thunderstorm. The zenith of its power is the hammer of justice, the lightning strike, which it uses to destroy those who challenge mother earth. Iskur presides over hurricane winds and ice storms as well, though these are merely byproducts of its presence.

|Personality|

Iskur is an ancient being, its will shaping the very foundation of the earth, though it was not embodied until roughly seven thousand years ago. It does not possess a consciousness relatable to the human mind, though on a fundamental level it carries some aspects. Iskur was once more peaceful, but fair, providing sowing winds and healing rains to mankind. It gave bountiful harvests when deserved, and scourged farmlands barren for the unjust. But now the winters are long, Iskur floods in the spring and starves in the fall, and unforgiving hurricanes shatter the land, for mankind has corrupted the earth, and Iskur has become the embodiment of vengeance absolute, yielding only to power.

|Other|

Iskur is a great and terrible force and does not deign to manifest itself before humankind. It exists only within the most destructive hurricanes, and if you were lucky, or unlucky, enough to survive within one for long, you might glimpse the silhouette of a colossal winged being before it stole you from this existence.

Death's Gifts [working title]

@Irisity When da OOC finally drops:

Endless

@Iuniper Samurai didn't pull any insane weight, they just aimed for the eyes...if you wanted to go that route. But sticking someone to the wall with an arrow is pretty wicked.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Fucking start already.