vietmyke

Wanting to create a Halo RP based off the current lore and timeline.

Short on time so idk if I'll be able to dedicate time to this, but thought I'd pop in anyway to say it's interesting

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

We don't have PR in general.

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

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Logan Kensington

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_{Now arriving at... FRIENDSHIP HEIGHTS... *DING* Stand back doors opening. When boarding, please move to the center of the car.}

A wave of people pushed back and forth as a crowd exited the monorail car while an oncoming crowd tried to push into the car. There was the dull noise of working men and women shoving and the occasional 'excuse me', as the crowd filtered onto the bright and clean station and off into the surrounding neighborhood of the poorly lit Friendship Heights. A low end residential neighborhood filled to the brim with cheap apartments, shitty housing projects, small mom & pop shops, cheap chains, pawn shops, and the occasional office building. On the corners and porches groups sat in lawn chairs sipping on brown bags and smoking while blasting music on shitty speakers. Crowded as all hell- mostly with minorities and blue collar workers, and nearly devoid of regular police presence, it was a combination of a crime den and a safe haven- provided you knew who to turn to.

Quickly turning as he exited the station, one in the crowd disappeared into an alley, throwing his hood over his head as he did. Separating himself from the crowd, Logan hid himself in a corner in the alley, releasing a shaky breath. If it was fear, anticipation, or some combination of the two, Logan could never tell, but he always got them before he got into the shit. He unslung the nondescript backpack off his shoulders and pulled a black jacket out of it, which he threw over his hoodie. Logan pulled his mask out of his pocket and covered his face, and a pair of hard-knuckle gloves courtesy of the local military surplus store covered his hands. A pair of covered cans with different colored tape came out of the backpack and were set into the stretchy water bottle holders on the side of the pack, before the backpack was zipped up and thrown back over his shoulders. He hit his knuckles together, a small blue spark and the satisfying, familiar crackle of electricity made itself known for a moment.

Some twenty minutes later, Logan was on the roof of a convenience store, overlooking a small townhouse on 34th East- an Immortal’s trap house. At a glance, it would have been indistinguishable from its neighboring houses- had it not been for the rather bored looking enforcer standing at the porch. Grabbing the camera he had set up on the roof the weeks before, Logan shoved it roughly back into his backpack- he had seen enough of it to know that not many Immortals came to the den that often. There were a couple guys who lived in the house, and they occasionally had deals there, one such deal was going to be happening soon, as Logan had spotted moving truck and a box in the morning.

Sliding off the roof, Logan pulled the hood lower over his face, shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket, and began sulking over to the house, his head down and shoulders hunched. As he started climbing the steps up the porch, the enforcer perked up a bit, and held his hand out.

“Sup guy, dunno what you’re here about, but you’re at the wrong house. Turn around.”

Logan shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. The enforcer, a somewhat overweight white dude with beady, sunken eyes and a shaved head leaned in close to him, the fancy ‘I’ tattoo on his cheek easily visible. The Immortal lifted up his shirt and revealed a pistol in the center of his pants. The hammer was down, safety on- in short, ready for action.

“See this buddy?” the enforcer goaded, “You don’t wanna fuck with me, so back the fuck up.”

Like a flash of lightning, Logan had his hand firmly around the grip of the Immortal’s pistol, still in his pants but angled so the barrel pressed against the man’s inner thigh. There was a click as Logan switched off the safety of the pistol.

”Hey gangster,” Logan said with a grin- though his mask covered it. His offhand reached up and pressed a small button on the mask, the LED mouth coming to life. ”I think they’re expecting me.”

The color drained from the Immortal’s already pallid face, as Logan withdrew the gun from the man’s pants and slammed his hand into the Immortal’s chest. There was a stutter of a cry as electricity surged through the Immortal’s body, as he half fell- half flew backwards and crashed into the front door, before sliding to the ground, shuddering. Logan took a step back, aiming the appropriated pistol at the front door hinges and fired twice.

BANG. BANG.

The door fell to the ground as Logan applied a powered kick to the now hingeless door. There were confused voices inside as Logan pulled one of the cans with gray tape out from his backpack and pulled a pin. Almost immediately a thick white smoke began pouring out of the canister, which he promptly lobbed into the townhouse. The confused cries and coughing grew in volume as Logan took a breath and dived into the smokey townhouse. Quickly moving through the smoke, Logan grunted in surprise as he bumped head first into a gangster who was making his way towards the front. The gangster was covering most of his face but was coughing up a storm, and held a gun in his hand as he waved it wildly back and forth, trying to disperse the smoke. The two made eye contact, and Logan moved in close before the Immortal could aim his gun and slammed both fists into the man’s torso, sending him flying backwards as electricity coursed through him, plaster spraying the side of Logan’s face as the gun discharged and took out a chunk of the wall next to him.

In the smoke, Logan ducked into what appeared to be a kitchen as the deafening crack of low caliber handguns began to fill the townhouse as the remaining enforcers fired at what was likely the front door- and the source of their apparent invader(s). There was the sounds of plaster showering the ground as bullets tore through drywall, as Logan made his way through the kitchen around to what appeared to be the living room- coffee table upturned, TV playing the current football game, and a pair of Immortals blindly firing at the other room. Logan waited until the two emptied their pistols, reaching into their pockets for spare magazines before he sprung at them.

The first fell almost immediately as Logan sprang out of the smoke and sucker punched him in the face. The second saw Logan in time, and backed out of the way of the second punch, his brow furrowing as recognition registered in his eyes. Grabbing the upturned coffee table, he lifted it and charged at Logan, taking the young vigilante off his feet and pinning him against a wall. Logan ducked his head to the right as a fist flew at it. After a second miss, the Immortal took his arm and instead used his forearm to push against Logan’s throat. Still pinned against the wall, Logan kicked at the man’s shins, as he grabbed at the pistol at his side.

BANG.

The Immortal instinctively loosened up as he started to back up from the pistol, allowing Logan to push off of the wall and out from under the table. Logan attempted to point his pistol in the relative direction of the Immortal and managed to fire a few more times before the Immortal dived on top of him, one hand on the gun as he tried to wrestle it out of Logan’s hands while trying to beat the life out of Logan with his other hand. Wrestling under the weight of the much larger man, Logan managed to land a blow to the man’s temple, the following electric shock sending him spinning off of the top of him.

”Fuck.” Logan managed to groan as he pulled himself off the floor, collecting himself as he looked about the house, the smoke slowly clearing. The house was about what he’d expect, dirty and well lived in, crampt and crowded with now more than a few dozen bullet holes for decoration, alongside so overturned furniture and a particularly broken coffee table.

The crate wasn’t that difficult to find- the townhouse was small, and they didn’t really bother hiding it. Cracking it open, Logan pulled the top off the box to find what looked like a dozen AK-47s, neatly packed in racks surrounded by a bed of straw. Logan smirked underneath his mask.

”Bingo.”

He pulled one out of the box and inspected it. Not that he knew much about guns. It was heavy, with steel and wooden furniture and a folding metal wire stock. He debated keeping one for himself, but a quick look through the box concluded that there were no magazines inside the box, just the weapons. The Immortals were smart enough not to sell loaded weapons. Throwing the AK unceremoniously back into the box, Logan grabbed the other canister with red tape out of his backpack and pulled the pin, dropping it into the box with the AKs. Stepping back, there was a loud pop, and then the sounds of fire, as the canister began spewing flames and sparks, and straw inside the box began to burn.

Exiting the townhouse and back onto the streets of friendship heights, Logan turned off the LEDs on his mask, and drew his hood closer around him as he fled into the alleys, the sounds of sirens growing in the distance.

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

My CS, for GM viewing pleasure.

Logan Kensington

K - T O N

_______________________________________________ Logan Bartholomew Kensington _______________________________________________ 26 December '97 | 21 | African American _______________________________________________ Single | ♂ | Heterosexual _______________________________________________ Kinesiology at UCSC | Student/Athlete _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] //Basics: • Height | 6'-0" • Weight | 190 lbs • Build | Athletic • Hair Colour | Black • Eye Colour | Brown Miscellaneous Items ___________________________________ [+] //Notes: • Mask | Logan has no set outfit when he goes about doing his vigilante work, but his signature is a black mask that covers the lower half of his face, fitted with LEDs that take a form reminiscent of samurai masks- specifically a set of clenched and sharp teeth. //Paraphernalia: • Glock 19C | A 15 round pistol Logan's brother used to carry. Compact and reliable. Its purpose is self explanatory.

Appearance Details ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Standing in at 6 feet, Logan is taller than average, but not abnormally so. Athletic and sinewy, Logan has the chiseled triangle shape of a swimmer's body- broad shoulders and defined torso, with powerful arms and legs. Despite this physicality, Logan maintains a very relaxed, almost lazily casual posture at almost all times. Logan's skin is smooth and unblemished, and his hair is typically kept short and close to his head. Generally clean shaven, Logan will occasionally allow a beard to grow, but never lets it get particularly long. His eyes are a light brown and at certain angles seem to spark or shine. Logan's sense of fashion is a combination of urban and athletic: soccer pants, joggers, hoodies and bombers along with jordans and bright colored sneakers make up the majority of his wardrobe. Also, Logan looks surprisingly nice in a suit. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Casually confident, Logan carries himself with a sort of calm bravado and rarely breaks this character. Outgoing, yet not brash and outspoken, Logan’s generally cheerful and light-hearted disposition is of one who is rather confident in himself and his abilities. While casually boastful of his own abilities, he isn't afraid to acknowledge his own shortcomings, though will often spin it around in a manner that sounds better of him. Though relaxed and lazy, Logan is competent and appreciably professional, and often interacts quite well with women and children, and will casually flirt with others regularly. A generally good natured man, Logan is optimistic, and talkative, often making sarcastic or crude comments even when in the middle of deep shit. Logan has a rather dim view on gangs and drugs- especially given what happened to his brother, and his disdain is difficult to hide. While not prone to violence, Logan has no problem with it either, and while he has yet to kill anyone, he doesn't seem to have a problem pulling a gun on potential problems. Logan is extremely protective of his family, and sees himself as the guardian of his family, despite his older sister's insistence that she is. The more Logan gets involved in vigilante justice, the more it seems that his grades and focus in school have begun to slip. He often times skips classes outright, and is dangerously close to losing his scholarship due to his falling GPA. Not that he seems to care- in fact, Logan seems more dogged than ever when it comes to pursuing criminals and wrongdoers.

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Born in Santa Celia’s East Side slums, Logan was the middle child of three in a rather modest family with little means. As a child, Logan was bold and unruly. He bickered with others constantly and insisted on having things done his way. He was competitive and at times even aggressive. The son of a superhuman, he was well aware of the occult and supernatural from an early age and even discovered own powers at the age of 8. Armed with the knowledge the supernatural, as well as his own bio-electric abilities- as minor as they were, Logan was confident in his abilities to instigate and pick fights with other children. It was easy to dismiss Logan’s displays of his powers as the exaggerations of children and as a result, Logan pushed and shoved his way to the top of the elementary schoolyard as a kid.

His older sister, while seemingly devoid of any special abilities, remained Logan and his brother's primary caretaker for much of his early life, as their father was a deadbeat who did nothing but drank, and their mother worked double shifts at the local hospital, leaving the kids at home to fend for themselves most of the times. Despite his bold demeanor, Logan and his sister Arianna got along incredibly well. Logan often regarded his older sister with a sort of reverence, and Arianna was able to influence his actions with little more than a word. In that manner, it was often joked that Ariana possessed some sort of abilities of suggestion.

Logan’s younger brother Malcolm looked up to Logan, and always seemed to follow him wherever he went. The two were close friends, and when Logan joined The Immortals street gang in high school, so did his brother. The boys had a rough childhood, and like many from the downtown slums were picked up by the Immortals young. As a kid, he'd run errands and do lookout work for the crew, and would bully and recruit other kids from the local school districts. As a young teen Logan was feisty and confrontational, and the Immortals encouraged his behavior. The gang gave him a taste of parties, and the fun, daring side of life. His sister needless to say, did not approve, but was unable to draw Logan out of the gang until the end of highschool.

Getting a scholarship to University of California Santa Celia, for soccer, Logan found a way for himself and decided to leave the Immortals, his brother coming along with him. The process was messy and at times violent, but the family was able to extract themselves from the East Side, and found moved into a small apartment in Downtown Santa Celia. The Kensington kids believed that they had gotten away from the Immortals.

And in a way they were, until about last year, when Logan’s brother Malcolm was killed outside a club in Downtown SC, gunned down by a trio of Immortals gangsters in the street. While Malcolm technically survived the encounter, he had to be rushed to the hospital and was put into a medically induced coma. Shortly after that, Logan began engaging in vigilante activities, specifically targeting Immortals and their locations. His glowing mask making him infamous amongst the ranks of the Immortals. He has no set alias, but the mask has made him relatively known around the Downtown area.

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Bio-Electric Manipulation | Logan's body generates an abnormally large amount of bio-electricity, and he has the ability to manipulate his and others to an extent. His bio-electric fields increase the physical strength and durability of his body and he is capable of converting his bio-electricity into offensive weapons, giving him electric powered strikes, and short range blasts of electricity. Alongside offensive uses, he can also channel bio-electricity to allow himself short bursts of speed while electrostatic allows him to run along steep or vertical surfaces. Logan can also detect the bio-electric signatures of people and other living creatures within short distances- typically 20-30 feet. He can also absorb electricity from outside sources as well, allowing him to 'supercharge' his abilities.

Limitation(s) | Logan's bio-electric generation is rather intensive, and requires a large amount of calories to keep going- on top of his already high metabolism, Logan needs a considerable amount of calories- or a bit of extra juice to keep himself going. In addition, while Logan is capable of absorbing electricity from outside sources, he can only hold onto excess charge for limited amounts of time. Most notably, Logan has to trade off between offense/utility and defense, while his bio-electric fields enhance his durability, he has to draw the dormant energy away when attacking with it or using any of his other abilities.

Weakness(es) | Despite his powers and abilities, Logan is ultimately human, and is vulnerable to everything that humans are, including but not limited to blunt and sharp trauma, bullets, drowning and fire. In addition, Logan's offensive powers have limited effect on those immune or resistant to electricity, whether they be inexplicably resistant or wrapped in rubber.

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Street Fighting | A mixture of pugilism, cheap shots, surprise, stacked odds, and a sideways turned glock, the reality of street fighting is that it is unrefined, unpredictable, and inherently unfair. Combined with his enhanced physicality, Logan is capable of going toe to toe with some of the most hardened fighters. Alongside his kickboxing training, Logan is well versed with knives, blunt objects and small firearms.

Free Running | With his ability to climb surfaces and his heightened reflexes, Logan is a natural at using his legs as a quick method of traversal- handy at chasing down fleeing targets, as well as fleeing from the police when they eventually respond.

Breaking and Entering | Rather good at getting into places he’s not supposed to be, Logan knows his way around a set of lockpicks. Anything to tough for him to lockpick- a combination of electric shocks and a crowbar usually does the job.

Athleticism | Attending UCSC on a Soccer Scholarship, it is no surprise that Logan is quite athletic. His strength and stamina are much higher than the average individual, he’s used to extended physical exertion without complaint. Logan also enjoys swimming and basketball outside of soccer.

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Arianna Kensington - 28, Waitress. Logan’s older sister and apartment roommate. Arianna served as Logan and his brother’s primary caretaker for the majority of their early life.
Malcolm Kensington - 19, Patient. Logan’s younger brother and best friend. Currently in a medically induced coma at St. Peregrine's General Hospital after an incident with the Santa Celia sect of The Immortals street gang.
The Immortals Street Gang - A violent street gang primarily based in the Santa Celia’s East Side slums and Downtown. The Immortals dabble in the drug trade, and are not afraid to use muscle when needed, but they primarily focus on weapons dealing and human trafficking. They are supposedly backed by an individual or organization with deep pockets. It's unknown what their ultimate goal is, but many believe it may be raising funds or aiding in experiments to achieve immortality.

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Meta: The Second Generation.

I've been craving a 'super power' RP

Star Wars: Western Frontier

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The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

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A Tale of Blood and Fog

Hadar the Windwalker

Hadar Mizrahi

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Character Summary

Name: Hadar Mizrahi
Titles: The Windwalker
Aliases: Champion of Caim
Age: 24
Race/Ethnicty: Tiefling
Continent of Origin: High Mist
Gender: Male
Class/Subclass: Beserker

Stats

Strength: 18
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 16
Intelligence: 7
Wisdom: 16
Charisma: 4

Physical Attributes

Height:6'5"
Weight:230 lbs
Appearance Description:
Hadar is a tall man, even to the standards of Tieflings. Standing over most at 6'5", Hadar's tall frame is set with a very sinewy, athletic build, well suited to the rigors of combat. His shoulders are broad, but his posture casual, with the appearance of one used to regular and hard travel. His red hair is long and unkempt, kept just short enough to stay out of his eyes with a little effort. His facial features are strong and defined, however his right eye is almost always kept covered. Beneath the covering cloth is a perfectly spherical, arguably demonic eye, with a vertical pupil, and scars spiraling around the socket. His face is regularly pulled into a scowl, and occasionally makes children cry.
Day To Day Attire:
One part travel gear, one part suitable combat armor. Tough and sturdy leathers supplemented by a thick coat of padded armor provides protection against lighter cutting weapons, blunt impacts and the general wear and tear of travel with minimal maintenance, while also allowing Hadar to stay mobile and on his feet. A nomad's shawl and turban sits across his shoulders, allowing him as much or little discretion as he pleases.
Strengths:

• Close Quarters Combat
• Resilient
• Resourceful

Weaknesses:

• Mute
• Leadership
• History/Knowledge

Psychological Attributes

Reserved* Resolute * Brave * Perceptive

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
The strong and silent type (ha), Hadar is quiet and reserved to the point of not speaking (ha). Calm and reserved, Hadar possess a confident, if somewhat aloof demeanor, backed by a powerful intuition and a quick wit. Hadar is strong willed and determined- occasionally to the point of bull headedness, but rational and down to earth. While capable of cooperating, Hadar is still used to the mindset of fighting alone, and exhibits poor leadership skills- in no small part due to the fact that he cannot speak. In groups, Hadar will generally abdicate leadership to someone else, and contents himself with following.
Habits:

• Combat Rituals - After (and if possible before) a fight, Hadar will take a second to himself for a ritual that appears to be the combination of a short prayer and weapon maintenance
• Sleeps sitting, standing, or kneeling, but never laying down

Hobbies:

• Whittling
• Fishing

Fears:

• The Dread God - Hadar despises and fears the Dread God
• Eternal Rage - Hadar fears that one day he will enter his primal state, and never return from it
• Dread God's Curse - The scars around his eyes grow larger and deeper as time slowly ticks by, Hadar fears that one day he will be consumed by his 'gift'.

Likes:

• Solitude
• Dry Weather
• Tobacco
• Full Canteens
• Competence
• Challenge

Dislikes:

• The Dread God
• Excessive Noises
• Wet Weather
• Liars
• Incompetence
• Boats

Skills

• Weapons Master - From a young age, Hadar has been trained to use a variety of weapons. While most at home with a two handed sword, Hadar is capable of using a variety of blades, polearms, clubs, and even improvised weapons.
• Dread God's Curse - Also called a 'Gift' by some, Hadar's right eye grants him incredibly acute vision, allowing him to notice small details as well as the ability to see in darkness- both magical and nonmagical. The Eye is also incredibly sensitive to light, to the point that Hadar must cover it in order to see in the daytime without blinding himself.
• Athletic - Trained from a young age to be a Champion of his birth city, Hadar is a near olympian athlete. Strong, fast, and with a deep pool of stamina, and is capable of a variety of physical feats.
• Hardy - Resilient and strong of body and mind, is capable of taking a beating and keep on fighting.
• Herbology & First Aid - While not an incredibly talented apothecary or herbalist, Hadar has a solid idea of how do find and gather common herbs with medical uses for basic purposes. Combined with basic knowledge of using alcohol and clean bandages allows Hadar to perform basic first aid.
• Horseback Riding Hadar is a more than capable rider, and can even conduct combat from horseback given the right weapons.

Magic

• Beserker Rage: Primal Winds - Hadar traces his latent magical heritage back to a fallen family of mages who had long ago cut a deal with a powerful Wind Demon. While his latent powers are considerably more muted when compared to that of his forefathers, Hadar is still able to tap into this ancient blood. When tapping into this power, strong gusts of wind whip around Hadar, pushing at his back to move him faster, and guiding his strikes.

Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person:

• Coin Purse - Its a purse that holds coins. Its relatively empty- has about 20 coins.
• Belt Satchel - A set of leather satchels at his sides carry a variety of immediately useful supplies: A whittling knife, Twine, waterskin, travel rations, a small pouch of tobacco, herbal ointments, a small bottle of spirits, rolls of clean cloth, and a spool of thread and a needle.

Weapons:

• Hadar's Greatsword

  
  A dwarven forged greatsword of high quality taken from the body of an Astoran Knight, belonging to the Knightly Order of the Radiant Sun. Well balanced and nimble, boasting both strength and speed, it is a fine piece of craftsmanship, but not incredibly unique. While once well decorated and ornate, continuous use has shorn off any of its prettier and flashier accouterments.
• Long Dagger- A simple, long bladed dagger for both close in fighting, and other utilitarian purposes.
• Dagger - A simple, plain dagger for both close in fighting, and other utilitarian purposes.
• Tomahawk Axe - A simple multipurpose axe for both close in fighting, and other utilitarian purposes.

Armor:

• Nomad's Armor - Tough and sturdy leathers supplemented by a thick coat of padded armor provides protection against lighter cutting weapons, blunt impacts and the general wear and tear of travel with minimal maintenance while also allowing Hadar to stay mobile and on his feet. Steel vambraces, steel backed gloves, and steel greaves provide additional protection to Hadar's extremities without weighing him down too much. A nomad's cloak and shawl sits over his shoulders covering the ensemble. It provides adequate protection against human foes- which is all its really for. Hadar has seen first hand that all the protection in the world does little against the giant claws and tails of monstrous creatures, and as such favors mobility.

Pack Contents:

• Travel Horse - A bulky, if somewhat slow moving and dimwitted horse, this serves as a combination beast of burden, riding animal, and travel companion for Hadar.
  
  • The saddlebags contain: A pair of leather waterskins, a whetstone, a tinderbox, lines and tackle for fishing, a small iron bowl for cooking, a small hatchet for wood gathering, a small knife and whetstone, a length of rope (approx. 50 feet), a pouch of herbs, an oil lantern with a bottle of spare oil, a few days worth of provisions for Hadar as well as his horse. Behind the saddle is a blanket and spare clothes are wrapped in a roll of canvas.

Magical Items:

• Firebrand's Shawl The red shawl around Hadar's shoulders is woven with Siren Glass, and imbued with a protective enchantment rendering most fire and fire magic ineffectual.

Potions:

• Potion of Healing x2 - A pair of potions that heal wounds.
• Potion of Endurance x2 - A sickly green color and foul taste makes it rather unappetizing, but drinking half a dose allows one to go a day without food, making it popular amongst travelers.

History

Hadar is the firstborn son of a pair of destitute, impoverished, and unlanded nobles in the city of Caim. Hadar grew up essentially a peasant, their name having no sway in any circles- spurring condescension and scorn amongst noble and peasant families alike. Hadar's childhood would not last very long however. He was selected and taken by the City's leading political party- The Redeemers to join the ranks of their many 'Champions', warriors groomed and bred to fight to the death to advance their respective city's political power. Essentially trained from birth to be warriors, Hadar was taught only the basics of reading and writing- which was used mostly to instruct children on military theory and combat doctrines. Outside of military lessons, Hadar's life consisted of fighting and training. A Champions' only purpose was to fight, and Hadar learned almost every weapon known to man: Sword, spear, axe, flail, staff, even his bare hands.

The only pause in Hadar's training was around the age of 12, when he and the rest of the Redeemer's champion candidates embarked into the desert on their pilgrimage to be cleansed of the Dread God's influence. During the children's stay at the monastery Hadar, they were beaten and disciplined by the monks- any attempts to fight back, of which there were many, were quickly beaten into submission. Ritual scarring and beatings were common in the Monastaries during these pilgrimage, and one particularly zealous monk took to branding Hadar's right eye, causing him to go blind in that eye. On one of the last nights of their stay, Hadar was visited by a terrible dream. Screaming himself awake, Hadar found that his vision had returned, and where his scarred right eye once was, a new, demonic eye had been placed. The monks claimed that Hadar had been released from the hold of the Dread God, who in his fury left Hadar with one last scar.

Amongst the other children taken into the ranks of Caim's Champions, Hadar was among the most tenacious, overpowering those who were faster than him, and outsmarting those who were stronger than him. However, despite his success, Hadar was never particularly popular among the noble families that controlled them. He was argumentative and rebellious, his deformity was unnerving, and he had irreparably injured more than one favored candidate. Around the age of 16, a particularly outraged noble decided to cut out his tongue as punishment for his insolence. While the noble was chided for his outburst later on, it did little to change the fact that Hadar had been rendered mute, and would no longer be a suitable figurehead for the City of Caim.

Hadar's training continued undeterred however, the Redeemers figured that Hadar would at the least by a viable candidate for one the upcoming tournament in the Proving Grounds- a year when they knew they had no hope of winning. Eventually learning of this through rumors and eavesdropping on one or two particularly gossipy nobles, Hadar concluded that he would escape Babel, or die trying- he was a dead man already. Hadar fought his way out of Caim, fighting past guards and his fellow Champions alike, throwing himself into the desert sands in his own self-exile.

Suffering from his wounds, and With little more than the clothes on his back, Hadar didn’t last very long in the desert and after an untold amount of time fending for himself, he finally collapsed. Hadar awoke to find himself in the care of a merchant caravan, who had found him collapsed and half buried on a sand dune. They nursed him back to health, and he repaid them by traveling with them for a while, his weapons and combat training making him an excellent guard- despite his young age. During his travels with the Siosata Merchant's Caravan, Hadar would slowly learn the ways of the world outside of Babel.

After several years of travelling with the merchant caravan, Hadar would eventually strike out on his own, finding work as a sellsword in Astoria, and eventually earning the name "The Windwalker" for the unnatural gusts of wind that seemed to follow him during conflict. While Hadar was an excellent fighter, he was no strategist or politician, and after a four year career as a sellsword, Hadar would eventually find himself on the wrong side of a conflict between petty nobles and forced to surrender. The sellswords that didn't throw down their arms and flee in time found themselves forced into a decision: Execution or Conscription into the ranks of Vicellen Order of Vigilance. Hadar chose the latter.

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A Tale of Blood and Fog

Hadar the Windwalker

Hadar Mizrahi

Extras

Character Summary

Name: Hadar Mizrahi
Titles: The Windwalker
Aliases: Champion of Caim
Age: 24
Race/Ethnicty: Tiefling
Continent of Origin: High Mist
Gender: Male
Class/Subclass: Beserker

Stats

Strength: 18
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 16
Intelligence: 7
Wisdom: 16
Charisma: 4

Physical Attributes

Height:6'5"
Weight:230 lbs
Appearance Description:
Hadar is a tall man, even to the standards of Tieflings. Standing over most at 6'5", Hadar's tall frame is set with a very sinewy, athletic build, well suited to the rigors of combat. His shoulders are broad, but his posture casual, with the appearance of one used to regular and hard travel. His red hair is long and unkempt, kept just short enough to stay out of his eyes with a little effort. His facial features are strong and defined, however his right eye is almost always kept covered. Beneath the covering cloth is a perfectly spherical, arguably demonic eye, with a vertical pupil, and scars spiraling around the socket. His face is regularly pulled into a scowl, and occasionally makes children cry.
Day To Day Attire:
One part travel gear, one part suitable combat armor. Tough and sturdy leathers supplemented by a thick coat of padded armor provides protection against lighter cutting weapons, blunt impacts and the general wear and tear of travel with minimal maintenance, while also allowing Hadar to stay mobile and on his feet. A nomad's shawl and turban sits across his shoulders, allowing him as much or little discretion as he pleases.
Strengths:

• Close Quarters Combat
• Resilient
• Resourceful

Weaknesses:

• Mute
• Leadership
• History/Knowledge

Psychological Attributes

Reserved* Resolute * Brave * Perceptive

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
The strong and silent type (ha), Hadar is quiet and reserved to the point of not speaking (ha). Calm and reserved, Hadar possess a confident, if somewhat aloof demeanor, backed by a powerful intuition and a quick wit. Hadar is strong willed and determined- occasionally to the point of bull headedness, but rational and down to earth. While capable of cooperating, Hadar is still used to the mindset of fighting alone, and exhibits poor leadership skills- in no small part due to the fact that he cannot speak. In groups, Hadar will generally abdicate leadership to someone else, and contents himself with following.
Habits:

• Combat Rituals - After (and if possible before) a fight, Hadar will take a second to himself for a ritual that appears to be the combination of a short prayer and weapon maintenance
• Sleeps sitting, standing, or kneeling, but never laying down

Hobbies:

• Whittling
• Fishing

Fears:

• The Dread God - Hadar despises and fears the Dread God
• Eternal Rage - Hadar fears that one day he will enter his primal state, and never return from it
• Dread God's Curse - The scars around his eyes grow larger and deeper as time slowly ticks by, Hadar fears that one day he will be consumed by his 'gift'.

Likes:

• Solitude
• Dry Weather
• Tobacco
• Full Canteens
• Competence
• Challenge

Dislikes:

• The Dread God
• Excessive Noises
• Wet Weather
• Liars
• Incompetence
• Boats

Skills

• Weapons Master - From a young age, Hadar has been trained to use a variety of weapons. While most at home with a two handed sword, Hadar is capable of using a variety of blades, polearms, clubs, and even improvised weapons.
• Dread God's Curse - Also called a 'Gift' by some, Hadar's right eye grants him incredibly acute vision, allowing him to notice small details as well as the ability to see in darkness- both magical and nonmagical. The Eye is also incredibly sensitive to light, to the point that Hadar must cover it in order to see in the daytime without blinding himself.
• Athletic - Trained from a young age to be a Champion of his birth city, Hadar is a near olympian athlete. Strong, fast, and with a deep pool of stamina, and is capable of a variety of physical feats.
• Hardy - Resilient and strong of body and mind, is capable of taking a beating and keep on fighting.
• Herbology & First Aid - While not an incredibly talented apothecary or herbalist, Hadar has a solid idea of how do find and gather common herbs with medical uses for basic purposes. Combined with basic knowledge of using alcohol and clean bandages allows Hadar to perform basic first aid.
• Horseback Riding Hadar is a more than capable rider, and can even conduct combat from horseback given the right weapons.

Magic

• Beserker Rage: Primal Winds - Hadar traces his latent magical heritage back to a fallen family of mages who had long ago cut a deal with a powerful Wind Demon. While his latent powers are considerably more muted when compared to that of his forefathers, Hadar is still able to tap into this ancient blood. When tapping into this power, strong gusts of wind whip around Hadar, pushing at his back to move him faster, and guiding his strikes.

Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person:

• Coin Purse - Its a purse that holds coins. Its relatively empty- has about 20 coins.
• Belt Satchel - A set of leather satchels at his sides carry a variety of immediately useful supplies: A whittling knife, Twine, waterskin, travel rations, a small pouch of tobacco, herbal ointments, a small bottle of spirits, rolls of clean cloth, and a spool of thread and a needle.

Weapons:

• Hadar's Greatsword

  
  A dwarven forged greatsword of high quality taken from the body of an Astoran Knight, belonging to the Knightly Order of the Radiant Sun. Well balanced and nimble, boasting both strength and speed, it is a fine piece of craftsmanship, but not incredibly unique. While once well decorated and ornate, continuous use has shorn off any of its prettier and flashier accouterments.
• Long Dagger- A simple, long bladed dagger for both close in fighting, and other utilitarian purposes.
• Dagger - A simple, plain dagger for both close in fighting, and other utilitarian purposes.
• Tomahawk Axe - A simple multipurpose axe for both close in fighting, and other utilitarian purposes.

Armor:

• Nomad's Armor - Tough and sturdy leathers supplemented by a thick coat of padded armor provides protection against lighter cutting weapons, blunt impacts and the general wear and tear of travel with minimal maintenance while also allowing Hadar to stay mobile and on his feet. Steel vambraces, steel backed gloves, and steel greaves provide additional protection to Hadar's extremities without weighing him down too much. A nomad's cloak and shawl sits over his shoulders covering the ensemble. It provides adequate protection against human foes- which is all its really for. Hadar has seen first hand that all the protection in the world does little against the giant claws and tails of monstrous creatures, and as such favors mobility.

Pack Contents:

• Travel Horse - A bulky, if somewhat slow moving and dimwitted horse, this serves as a combination beast of burden, riding animal, and travel companion for Hadar.
  
  • The saddlebags contain: A pair of leather waterskins, a whetstone, a tinderbox, lines and tackle for fishing, a small iron bowl for cooking, a small hatchet for wood gathering, a small knife and whetstone, a length of rope (approx. 50 feet), a pouch of herbs, an oil lantern with a bottle of spare oil, a few days worth of provisions for Hadar as well as his horse. Behind the saddle is a blanket and spare clothes are wrapped in a roll of canvas.

Magical Items:

• Firebrand's Shawl The red shawl around Hadar's shoulders is woven with Siren Glass, and imbued with a protective enchantment rendering most fire and fire magic ineffectual.

Potions:

• Potion of Healing x2 - A pair of potions that heal wounds.
• Potion of Endurance x2 - A sickly green color and foul taste makes it rather unappetizing, but drinking half a dose allows one to go a day without food, making it popular amongst travelers.

History

Hadar is the firstborn son of a pair of destitute, impoverished, and unlanded nobles in the city of Caim. Hadar grew up essentially a peasant, their name having no sway in any circles- spurring condescension and scorn amongst noble and peasant families alike. Hadar's childhood would not last very long however. He was selected and taken by the City's leading political party- The Redeemers to join the ranks of their many 'Champions', warriors groomed and bred to fight to the death to advance their respective city's political power. Essentially trained from birth to be warriors, Hadar was taught only the basics of reading and writing- which was used mostly to instruct children on military theory and combat doctrines. Outside of military lessons, Hadar's life consisted of fighting and training. A Champions' only purpose was to fight, and Hadar learned almost every weapon known to man: Sword, spear, axe, flail, staff, even his bare hands.

The only pause in Hadar's training was around the age of 12, when he and the rest of the Redeemer's champion candidates embarked into the desert on their pilgrimage to be cleansed of the Dread God's influence. During the children's stay at the monastery Hadar, they were beaten and disciplined by the monks- any attempts to fight back, of which there were many, were quickly beaten into submission. Ritual scarring and beatings were common in the Monastaries during these pilgrimage, and one particularly zealous monk took to branding Hadar's right eye, causing him to go blind in that eye. On one of the last nights of their stay, Hadar was visited by a terrible dream. Screaming himself awake, Hadar found that his vision had returned, and where his scarred right eye once was, a new, demonic eye had been placed. The monks claimed that Hadar had been released from the hold of the Dread God, who in his fury left Hadar with one last scar.

Amongst the other children taken into the ranks of Caim's Champions, Hadar was among the most tenacious, overpowering those who were faster than him, and outsmarting those who were stronger than him. However, despite his success, Hadar was never particularly popular among the noble families that controlled them. He was argumentative and rebellious, his deformity was unnerving, and he had irreparably injured more than one favored candidate. Around the age of 16, a particularly outraged noble decided to cut out his tongue as punishment for his insolence. While the noble was chided for his outburst later on, it did little to change the fact that Hadar had been rendered mute, and would no longer be a suitable figurehead for the City of Caim.

Hadar's training continued undeterred however, the Redeemers figured that Hadar would at the least by a viable candidate for one the upcoming tournament in the Proving Grounds- a year when they knew they had no hope of winning. Eventually learning of this through rumors and eavesdropping on one or two particularly gossipy nobles, Hadar concluded that he would escape Babel, or die trying- he was a dead man already. Hadar fought his way out of Caim, fighting past guards and his fellow Champions alike, throwing himself into the desert sands in his own self-exile.

Suffering from his wounds, and With little more than the clothes on his back, Hadar didn’t last very long in the desert and after an untold amount of time fending for himself, he finally collapsed. Hadar awoke to find himself in the care of a merchant caravan, who had found him collapsed and half buried on a sand dune. They nursed him back to health, and he repaid them by traveling with them for a while, his weapons and combat training making him an excellent guard- despite his young age. During his travels with the Siosata Merchant's Caravan, Hadar would slowly learn the ways of the world outside of Babel.

After several years of travelling with the merchant caravan, Hadar would eventually strike out on his own, finding work as a sellsword in Astoria, and eventually earning the name "The Windwalker" for the unnatural gusts of wind that seemed to follow him during conflict. While Hadar was an excellent fighter, he was no strategist or politician, and after a four year career as a sellsword, Hadar would eventually find himself on the wrong side of a conflict between petty nobles and forced to surrender. The sellswords that didn't throw down their arms and flee in time found themselves forced into a decision: Execution or Conscription into the ranks of Vicellen Order of Vigilance. Hadar chose the latter.

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