The Imagination

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

Name him Tyrannous Maximus Aurelius.

Remember the old Spam Confessions bullshit?

I hate when people talk about cats like they're on a equal or better level than dogs, like no they're fucking not. Cats are all pricks, fucking shitty little pricks. Dogs are the best pet, gtfo my face with that feline bullshit.

HAhahaaha

Well isn't that cute

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

Boss_Dude said
Woah woah woah. This is getting taken way too seriously. I just enjoy the idea of an old man being awesome (even if it wrecks plots in the process). I'll avoid it if you wish, though.

You do realize the story of Old Man Henderson is basically a shitty GMs nightmare? The only reason said person created said character was because, as the story puts it, the GM was being ridiculously shitty and killing off characters in stupid ways/just being an overall dick of a GM. So Old Man's creator conjured him up as the ultimate revenge against said D-Bag GM. (At least, thats what I just read like 3 hours ago aha)

Elendra, however, in my opinion is doing a great job. Which doesn't warrant such asshole-ery.

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

Are our Divine Powers put up in the gdoc or is Elendra still coming up with some? I think I remember being told my god parent was Hermodr.

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

Boss_Dude said
>Nothing yells deranged and crazy like an Irishman flooring it across the countryside in a beaten up 1998 BMW while downing a fifth of whiskeyThis reminds me..

Ahah im just looking this guy up now, I've never played any of the C 'thulhu games lol

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

Name: Foley MacGregor
Age: 36
Race: Caucasian
Sex: Male

Appearance:

Foley

Foley stands roughly 5'11 to 6'0, with a dark verdant tint to his eyes and has a rough patch of body hair. He is a stout, husky figure, with broad shoulders and a muscled tone.

Homeland: Ireland

History: Having grown up in the outskirts of Tuam, Foley realized at a young age that he never could stay confined to just one area for too long. When he was but a young man, he ran away from his home and started off to Mullingar. A merry band of singing drunks caught his attention, and he soon found himself sidetracked from Limerick all the way to Waterford and up to Dublin. He never actually settled down in a stable home for more than a few years, and was constantly looking for different jobs to keep him occupied. Over the span of fifteen years he switched occupations from common day laborer, to shipping whiskey from Dublin to Galway, to running cocaine from Dublin to any city or town he was told to go to, to simply roaming about and doing odd jobs that scored him money from various contacts he'd made.

He was so caught up with doing anything that required him to drive fast and drive far that inevitably he crashed in a ditch somewhere between Tuam and Mullingar. He survived, obviously, and managed to crawl out with only a few scrapes and bruises. His car was totaled, and he was on foot to the nearest inn from there. After a night's stay, and one too many beers, he passed out in the basement of the inn only to wake up to two peculiar ravens pecking away at him. It was when they started talking that made him second guess his sanity. The coy birds had felt all too real, however, and he clung to every word they spoke.

Taking up the curious bag of coins, a plane ticket, and other oddities, he packed a bag of a few spare clothes and five jars of his own distilled whiskey. From there he was off to California, on to realize his true destiny.

Parent Gender: Male

Heroic Role: Transport/Melee Support; Nothing yells deranged and crazy like an Irishman flooring it across the countryside in a beaten up 1998 BMW while downing a fifth of whiskey. When he wasn't off driving for hours from Dublin to Galway up to Tuam and Mullingar all the way back, he was losing himself in a good book or song, or getting his drunken friends out of rowdy bar fights.
Whack-follol-de-rah!

Priority 1 Attributes: Quickness, Perception, Stamina.
Priority 2 Attributes: Strength, Dexterity, Charisma and Appearance.
Priority 3 Attributes: Intelligence, Manipulation.

Primary Purview: Psychopomp
Secondary Purviews: Artistry, Thunder.
Tertiary Purviews: Guardian, Earth.

Primary Trainings: Drive, Endure, Research.
Secondary Trainings: Battle, Conversation, Art, Politics.
Tertiary Trainings: Sniper, Wilds, Investigate.

Jotunblut: Yes

Romance: Opt-in, so long as it's sensible.

Play-style: I prefer a good mix of action scenes and hefty dialogue/character development, nothing too much on either side but a good balance between the two.

Signature: The Imagination

RIP Jacob, gone but not forgotten T_T

Roulette

Very unique concept, as far as focusing on character development is concerned. Feel free to check out some of my posts and see if you think I am fit for it. (:

Fuck it, Blorcs

Pfft, we're gonna go deep into the jungle and leave you new players to your own devices.

Lolsjk, we'll figure something out.

Blorcs Command Thread

"Hm, no. Snotling is an inferior name for the likes of you. I shall name you...Gor, Devourer of Flies and Bane of all Insects. Come, Gor, let us stroll along this hill over yonder."

::Continue along the hill alongside anyone else that also mentioned going along the hill.