The book of bad juju

Dark World: Rise of the Necrids (VR MMO Inspired RP)

Matango. After somebody dies and lies rotting in his tomb, he get's pollinated by a specific breed of mushroom which ends up growing and controlling the corpse to walk around, live, and spread more spores. Mushroom zombies. Specialising in brute strength and spore-based AoE effects. If anyone wants it, they can have it. I've got bigger fish to nuke.

The Crystal Tower RP

Name: Jasveer al-Juzjani.
Age: 11
Appearance: (Annoyingly, all the pictures i can find that show off what sort of look i want for her are either too old or have snake legs. here is the closest thing i could find to a headshot i liked)
Background: The great desert to the south is long, vast, and dusty place. If you tracked a course through it's constant maze of neverending dunes for decades of your life, you might be so lucky to see another person, and you'd kill him and mount him on the floor of your tent just for the novelty value. But life finds a way of surviving in even the most miserable places on the disc, and even thriving. The men and women of the al-Juzjani collective have lived in the desert for hundreds if not thousands of years, and they've become exceedingly good at it. Little Jasveer was born on a quiet spring night under a waxing gibbous when the cacti were in bloom. Not a particularly auspicious date, and she was not a particularly auspicious birth. As a young girl she would watch her father, a water mage by the name of Ibn Sina, trace his runes over the sand, watch his eyes glaze over with the rush of what he called "the Aethir" as around him the sand grew darker and clumped in mud patches, bringing with it the lifesaving gift of water. Jasveer was always annoyed she couldn't lift water as efficiently as her father did. All her attempts merely resulted in metals and stones, practically useless ugly rocks to her, but her father liked it when she did it, and she kept it up to keep him happy most of all.

At the age of eight, Jasveer burnt herself when a speck of white-hot pig iron landed on her forehead while she was practicing a ritual. It broke her concentration, and she ended up, after all was said and done, with an ugly welt on her forehead. She tries to brush it off as nothing, downplaying the consequences, but the fact remains that even at the age of eleven, she simply isn't as good at shaping magic as when she was eight. These days, practically all her magic is done with a runic system of circles within circles which does most of the shaping in a way she feels comfortable with. It's cumbersome, and a pain to do in exams and such, but it works pretty efficiently for her, and that's all that matters.

Personality: Jasveer is the quiet sort, content to sit and make cat's cradles with her hands for hours. She hunches over a lot, and acts defensive if you try to ask what she's so focused on. Most of her free times is spent cooped up inside, away from the sun or any other celestial body, working on god-knows-what in the confines of her room. She rarely ventures out, and when she does, it's with a crooked shovel and a sack packed heaving with dirt.

Skills:
- Magic. Jasveer is competent at sensing magic, absolutely awful at shaping magic, but can gather it pretty efficiently.

- Falconry. Jasveer is an amateur falconrist (Falconist? Falconatrist?), capable of directing and taking care of a trained falcon. She's not afraid of other predatorial animals as much as her peers. That doesn't mean she can train a falcon from birth or anything like that.

- Mechanisms. Jasveer has a working knowledge of mechanisms, and knows how to build and shape metals, how a cog works, how to build machinery
Element: Earth (Not just because its the only one available, i wanted Earth from the start. Earth is best magic.)

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

Does anyone think it's be too early to post so soon after my last post?

Dark World: Rise of the Necrids (VR MMO Inspired RP)

I've sent the GM a private message about a couple of race ideas, but i've yet to see anything back. Do you think he's still here?

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

Elani felt the world fade away, starting with the wooden floor she was lying against. In that brief moment of dreamy clarity, she felt her entire body begin to float. Her mousy brown hair rose up and around her head, her heart moved slightly against the foamy membranes of her lungs. That little zen moment was smashed, quite literally, when she landed on the floor again with a sharp smack, rousing her attention. She scrabbled at the planks for a second, and pulled herself to her feet. Around her, several people stood, sat, or lay on the ground in various states of conscious. The girl she'd met on the dock (Aniseed? Anita? Something vaguely flemish like that.) was rocking back and forth, being comforted by the Caxeri swordswoman. Little miss sniper was pointing her weapon upward, where a cursory glance demonstrated that even with her miraculous blunderbuss, she'd be out of range of her aggressors. The dwarf seemed to have slunk off, possibly to the plane of existence servants and slaves came from. Firehead seemed to be gone, too. Some youth seemed to be locked in an argument with the captain and his well-aged assistant, but apart from that, nobody was dying, or shrieking in pain, or even complaining They'd survived, somehow. A grin spread across Elani's face, and she slumped against a cabin wall. She looked around for something, but the scalpel had landed blade-first into the deck and embedded itself, and for some reason that simple image was the funnyest thing she'd ever seen in her life. A small part of her, the part that watched and criticised and hated the rest of her, told her that she was going mad in that one little second, but it was overrun with waves of pink sticky post-adrenaline haze, and right now they were calling all the shots right now.

If anyone cared to look her way, they'd see a young, adult elf, shoulders shaking, face in a grinning rictus, making small notches in the floor with some kind of tiny knife, and completely lost to the world.

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

Yeah, do that. Let's have a big old family moment where we're all grinning and getting that runners high, happy just to be still alive.

The Crystal Tower - A School for Young Mages (original high fantasy setting)

C'est interesant. Sign me up.

VR MMO inspired RP

Love the idea, my vote's on the first one. I like the idea of a peaceful online community taking up arms and defending itself.

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

>Not even realizing that my avater's Shizune.

Man, this one is subtle. I ought to change it to something with more mainstream appeal.

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

Two fans of KS in the same roleplay. This is gonna get tricky.