Character Creation (Vampire):


Name:Wolfric Wroth-Solomon
Alias:Richard Fairville
Age Appears:22
True Age:551 Born April 2nd 1465 Winchester, England
Race:Vampire
Character Visual:Cillian Murphy

Member of the Local Coven:No, he answers only to the founding family.
Member of the Original Founding Family: Yes (Has spent 126 years travelling prior to his return)

Personality:Wolfric has a strict divide to in his personality and categorizes everything in his unlife inot either business or recreation. When dealing with recreational subjects and people he is extremely relaxed and easy going and has often been accused of being too lackadaisacal and irrespsonsible for an Elder. He often welcomes supernaturals of all varities to parties or social events and even goes so far as spending extravagant sums of money to accomadate guests with specialist requirements for short visits. To his friends and aquantainces he is a fun and eccentric force of of selflessness and agreeableness.

Business however is a different matter. Wolfric is famous for never mixing business and pleasure and has often refused to deal with even his oldest and closest friends unless absolutely neccesary. If Wolfric embodies all the virtues of humanity in his personal life then so does he embody all of the vices and cruelty of humanity in his proffessional life. Wolfrics primary profession in the last 3 centuries has been as a personal banker and money lender to the supernatural community as well as to the human criminal underworld. If a debt is not paid on time or it falls short of the agreed amount Wolfric will systematically destroy everything the client holds most dear, using their own desires and happiness to continuously torture them until the debt is repaid in more than full. There have been cases where he has pursed several generations of a single wealthy family, hounding them and casting them into a spiral of self destruction and ruin. Rumours also exist that he has had other immortals locked away and kept sane enough to wish they could die however these whispers are often disregarded as fanciful adn absurd, especially by his friends and family. In business he is cold, logical and cruel and is unrecognisable from his usual self.

His alias of Fairville was originally Fair-vile and was given to him by a close friend as an ironic joke poking fun at his dual nature of being unfair in business and kind in recreation. After his friend succumbed to the true death Wolfric kept the name though he added the extra l to make it seem more hospitable. Wolfric is fairly well known in the worlds supernatural community by his original name and is also well known in the human criminal undergrounds as Richard Fairville. Wolfric often travels the world by foot, train or bus and taking boats when required. When he has to attend urgent business he will use planes but otherwise feels that it takes the adventure and fun out of travelling.

Wolfric has a charitable spirit and an almost brotherly fondness for children which also extends to young immortals who are still struggling to find their place in the world and often young vampires that have been abandoned under his wing until they are ready to survive alone. Unlike most Elders Wolfric has never lost his thirst for enjoyment and discovery of the world and revels in every unique instant adding them to a long list of memories that maintains his positive and cheerful attitude. Outside of business he rarely turns off his human emotions as he has seen many of his kind turn into the monsters that the films and books describes when they choose to simply ignore their emotions for the sake of convinience or efficiency. Although he is not fond of aeronautical travel he has wholly embraced and supported the development of technology throughout the centuries and no small part of his excessive wealth has been gathered (and still gathering) money from investments into scientific and tehcnological development. Ocassionally he has backed some innovations that simply failed to achieve great acclaim but the gains have so far outweighed the losses.

Wolfric does not often stand on ceremony and rarely mentions his position as an Elder unless directly questioned. He embraces the lack of hierachy in vampire society and only uses the advantages of his age during the course of business or when others are being particularly unkind or bullying those beneath them in rank. He has not survived the emotional drain killing for 5 centuries unscathed, he feels little remorse for human adults though he often chose his targets carefully. In order to  abate the guilt he began arranging for money to be left with their families, if the victim had none then he would pay for a pleasant burial. He soon discovered that many people would offer their lives in order to secure their family and Wolfric saw this as a solution to several problems. Wolfroc has made it into a minor business with many wealthy  vampire clients choosing to simply buy to their preferences than spend tme skulking around in the world where camera phones are always waiting to record and share anything remotely interesting. By providing compensation to his victims he found a way of effectively removing a great portion of guilt without turnign his back on human emotion, this is perhaps the secret to his happy and carefree attitude and outlook on unlife.


Appearance:Wolfric has a slightly gaunt appearance with sunken cheeks and slightly sunken eyes that are grey blue in colour. His hair is medium length, light brown and a little curly at the ends though he tends to keep it well trimmed. He is approximately 175cm in height and weighs 165lbs. He appears to have a slight frame and often wears expensive tailored suits according to the period and locations fashion. The pale white shade of his skin since his rebirth further makes him seem unwell or sickly and average humans can find him a little offputting despite his relaxed demeanour and friendly smile. In recent years he made a habit of using very light shades of fake tan to take an edge off of his ghostly white appearance. The only indication of his age is within the eyes that have seen too much of the world and seem to pierce through whatever they are looking at.

Distinguishing Features:Sunken cheeks and eyes that give the appearance that he doesn't eat often. Hi fingers appear slightly longer than normal and he has a number different tribal-like tattoos on his upper arms and back.

Occupation:Personal banker and money lender, trader of supernatural crafts and wares, dealer of black market goods.

History:Wolfric was born to a wealthy yet low ranking nobleman in 1470's medieval England. From a young age he was taught to fight with sword, bow and lance as well as how to ride, hunt and all the other lessons neccessary for becoming a lord. A lot of his education was inclined towards leading men in battle as well as military tactics and codes of chivalry and honour. His father, Lord William Wroth had sworn allegiance to Edward IV and fought in several skirmishes and battles  until he was killed at the battle of Barnet when wolfric was just 8 years old. Wolfric inherited his fathers land and titles and was guided by his mother. In the years that followed Wolfrics mother Marrianne had squandered most the family's wealth and in 1485 he marched to battle with what little men and equipment he had left and fought under Richard III. The battle was lost and the majority of his bannermen lay dead around him as he was ransomed back to his mother (who bankrupted the estates to cover the price for Wolfrics freedom) and found himself destitute.

The next two years were hard on Wolfric as he found that training to be a Lord had little use among the peasantry and he often went days without a good meal. Marianne had died after several months on the road and Wolfric had no choice but to leave her in a ditch on the roadside. he had tried digging a grave himself but had no tools and found himself unequal to the task. He became intimate with poverty and suffering as he painfully made his way to London in search of some distant relative who may take pity on him. He chanced upon a small remote village and had been allowed to sleep in the stable when he beheld a curious and frightening site. During the night he awoke to a strange sound similar to that made when eating yet it did not sound quite right. He moved slowly around the stall and stumbled back in horror as he watched a man biting the neck of a horse, when he turned his face was covered with red gore and he looked at the weakned Wolfric with hunger in his eyes. Wolfric armed himself with a pitchfork and charged at the monster though the attempt was laughable and the stranger had turned him aside with barely a flick of his hand.

Wolfric awoke a full day later ina straw bed inside an inn that after some questioning he discovered was no less than 50 miles from the stable where he had slept. He inquired how he had arrived but the inn keepers kindly wife said he had been carried by a strnager and that at first they had beleived him dead. He had been told the stranger arrived just before dawn with Wolfric covered in congealing blood that trailed from a neckwound that apparently came from a dog attack. Wolfric felt hungrier than he ever had before adn his memory was hazy regarding that night yet he could recall the exquisite taste of the kindly womans blood in his throat and on his tongue. It was a messy affair yet he left less blood than he took before fleeing into the night in rapturous ecstasy. his sire had followed him with amusement and introduced himself as Benjamin Solomon before whisking Wolfric away to hide from the daylight.

Wolfric learned what he could from his sire and even took his name for his own as they travelled across Europe often meeting with other immortals and supernatural entities. Wolfric had been unruly and rebellious at first until Solomon had left him staked to the ground for several hours in daylight, after that Wolfric had become much more compliant. After 23 years Benjamin and Wolfric parted ways as friends and Wolfric set off on many adventures and began accruing a large amount of wealth stashed and hidden across the known world. Wolfric worked as a trader, explorer mercenary, servant, nobleman and even a pirate for several enjoyable years. it was during these travels that he discovered various groups of supernatural creatures and took great interest in learning their cultures, history and customs. Though a few of the supernaturals he met still exist many have passed from the world or become reclusive and completely hidden. Each of his bizarre tattos were added from groups that he had grown close with and were creating using combinations of magic or supernatural liquids to prevent them from being healed completely.

He has lived a life full of excitment pattered with occasioanl grief and brilliant yet risky money making schemes but settled down when he helped found Winchester with the other members of the Original Founding Family. He spent the best part of 76 years helping to build and foster ties between supernaturals and humans as well as being one of the main financial supporters when establishing Winchester ( this is one of the reasons it was named thus) of the Family before he began travelling again in order to consolidate and collect his scattered wealth from around the world. Wolfric has had very little contact with the Family in Winchester in the last 50 years but began his long journey back when he had discovered (from several reliable sources) that the family had lost control of Winchester and was now being ruled by the hunters.

Wolfric has had a colourful history with hunters from The Society and other organisations. As Wolfric Wroth-Solomon he has argued and butted heads (and very rarely) fought in battle agaisnt them. In more recent times he has done what he could maintain the peace and has occasioanlly granted them favours or assited them under the name of Richard Fairville. He does not know if The Society is aware that he is both of these people. Generally he agrees that humans should have an instituion to help protect the  humans who are ignorant to the supernatural forces yet he does not agree wioth some of the methods used or some hunters willingness to establish dominance through sheer force. ultimately Wolfric wishes for peaceful coexistence but will fight to protect The Family when he must. Such fights are often merely political or financial attacks as oppossed to the battles of old yet his methods can be surprisingly effective by using connections in the government, criminal underground and the media.

Family:

Lord Wliiam Wroth (Father): Deceased, 1473
Lady Marianne Wroth (Mother): Deceased, 1486
Benjamin Solomon (Sire):Redeceased, 1898
Angelica Wroth-Solomon (Human wife):Deceased, 1648

Special Possessions (GM Approval):Daylight Elixir

Likes: Nonsexual
Dislikes: Nonsexual

Additional Information:

Writing Sample:
Character Goals:
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Character Creation (Vampire):


Name:Wolfric Wroth-Solomon
Alias:Richard Fairville
Age Appears: Mid to late 20's
True Age:551 Born April 2nd 1465 Winchester, England
Race:Vampire
Character Visual:Cillian Murphy

Member of the Local Coven:No, he answers only to the founding family.
Member of the Original Founding Family: Yes (Has spent 126 years travelling prior to his return)

Personality:

Wolfric has a strict divide to his personality and categorizes everything in his unlife into either business or recreation. When dealing with recreational subjects and people he is extremely relaxed and easy going and has often been accused of being too lackadaisacal and irrespsonsible for an Elder. He often welcomes supernaturals of all varities to parties or social events and even goes so far as spending extravagant sums of money to accomadate guests with specialist requirements for short visits. To his friends and aquantainces he is a fun and eccentric force of of selflessness and agreeableness.

Business however is a different matter. Wolfric is famous for never mixing business and pleasure and has often refused to deal with even his oldest and closest friends unless absolutely neccesary. If Wolfric embodies all the virtues of humanity in his personal life then so does he embody all of the vices and cruelty of humanity in his professional life. Wolfrics primary profession in the last 3 centuries has been as a personal banker and money lender to the supernatural community as well as to the human criminal underworld. If a debt is not paid on time or it falls short of the agreed amount Wolfric will systematically destroy everything the client holds most dear, using their own desires and happiness to continuously torture them until the debt is repaid in more than full. There have been cases where he has pursed several generations of a single wealthy family, hounding them and casting them into a spiral of self destruction and ruin. Rumours also exist that he has had other immortals locked away and kept sane enough to wish they could die however these whispers are often disregarded as fanciful and absurd, especially by his friends and family. In business he is cold, logical and cruel and is unrecognisable from his usual self.

His alias of Fairville was originally Fair-vile and was given to him by a close friend as an ironic joke poking fun at his dual nature of being unfair in business and kind in recreation. After his friend succumbed to the true death Wolfric kept the name though he added the extra l to make it seem more hospitable. Wolfric is fairly well known in the worlds supernatural community by his original name and is also well known in the human criminal undergrounds as Richard Fairville. Wolfric often travels the world by foot, train or bus and taking boats when required. When he has to attend urgent business he will use planes but otherwise feels that it takes the adventure and fun out of travelling.

Wolfric has a charitable spirit and an almost brotherly fondness for children which also extends to young immortals who are still struggling to find their place in the world and often takes young vampires that have been abandoned under his wing until they are ready to survive alone. Unlike most Elders Wolfric has never lost his thirst for enjoyment and discovery of the world and revels in every unique instant adding them to a long list of memories that maintains his positive and cheerful attitude. Outside of business he rarely turns off his human emotions as he has seen many of his kind turn into the monsters that the films and books describes when they choose to simply ignore their emotions for the sake of convinience or efficiency. Although he is not fond of aeronautical travel he has wholly embraced and supported the development of technology throughout the centuries and no small part of his excessive wealth has been gathered (and still gathering) money from investments into scientific and tehcnological development. Ocassionally he has backed some innovations that simply failed to achieve great acclaim but the gains have so far outweighed the losses.

Wolfric does not often stand on ceremony and rarely mentions his position as an Elder unless directly questioned. He embraces the lack of hierachy in vampire society and only uses the advantages of his age during the course of business or when others are being particularly unkind or bullying those beneath them in rank. He has not survived the emotional drain killing for 5 centuries unscathed, he feels little remorse for human adults though he often chose his targets carefully. In order to  abate the guilt he began arranging for money to be left with their families, if the victim had none then he would pay for a pleasant burial. He soon discovered that many people would offer their lives in order to secure their family and Wolfric saw this as a solution to several problems. Wolfroc has made it into a minor business with many wealthy  vampire clients choosing to simply buy to their preferences than spend tme skulking around in the world where camera phones are always waiting to record and share anything remotely interesting. By providing compensation to his victims he found a way of effectively removing a great portion of guilt without turning his back on human emotion, this is perhaps the secret to his happy and carefree attitude and outlook on unlife.

Wolfric has had no particular interest in vampire politics other than to keep the uneasy peace, some members of The Family may have some respect for his age however it is equally likely that they could be unwelcoming due to his lack of contact and his disconnecection from Winchester for such a long period of time.


Appearance:Wolfric has a slightly gaunt appearance with sunken cheeks and slightly sunken eyes that are grey blue in colour. His hair is medium length, light brown and a little curly at the ends though he tends to keep it well trimmed. He is approximately 175cm in height and weighs 165lbs. He appears to have a slight frame and often wears expensive tailored suits according to the period and locations fashion. The pale white shade of his skin since his rebirth further makes him seem unwell or sickly and average humans can find him a little offputting despite his relaxed demeanour and friendly smile. In recent years he made a habit of using very light shades of fake tan to take an edge off of his ghostly white appearance. The only indication of his age is within the eyes that have seen too much of the world and seem to pierce through whatever they are looking at.


Distinguishing Features:Sunken cheeks and eyes that give the appearance that he doesn't eat often. His fingers appear slightly longer than normal and he has a number different tribal-like tattoos on his upper arms and back.

Occupation:Personal banker and money lender, trader of supernatural crafts and wares, dealer of black market goods.

History:Wolfric was born to a wealthy yet low ranking nobleman in 1470's medieval England. From a young age he was taught to fight with sword, bow and lance as well as how to ride, hunt and all the other lessons neccessary for becoming a lord. A lot of his education was inclined towards leading men in battle as well as military tactics and codes of chivalry and honour. His father, Lord William Wroth had sworn allegiance to Edward IV and fought in several skirmishes and battles  until he was killed at the battle of Barnet when wolfric was just 8 years old. Wolfric inherited his fathers land and titles and was guided by his mother. In the years that followed Wolfrics mother Marrianne had squandered most the family's wealth and in 1485 he marched to battle with what little men and equipment he had left and fought under Richard III. The battle was lost and the majority of his bannermen lay dead around him as he was ransomed back to his mother (who bankrupted the estates to cover the price for Wolfrics freedom) and found himself destitute.

The next two years were hard on Wolfric as he found that training to be a Lord had little use among the peasantry and he often went days without a good meal. Marianne had died after several months on the road and Wolfric had no choice but to leave her in a ditch on the roadside. he had tried digging a grave himself but had no tools and found himself unequal to the task. He became intimate with poverty and suffering as he painfully made his way to London in search of some distant relative who may take pity on him. He chanced upon a small remote village and had been allowed to sleep in the stable when he beheld a curious and frightening sight. During the night he awoke to a strange sound similar to that made when eating yet it did not sound quite right. He moved slowly around the stall and stumbled back in horror as he watched a man biting the neck of a horse, when he turned his face was covered with red gore and he looked at the weakned Wolfric with hunger in his eyes. Wolfric armed himself with a pitchfork and charged at the monster though the attempt was laughable and the stranger had turned him aside with barely a flick of his hand.

Wolfric awoke a full day later ina straw bed inside an inn that after some questioning he discovered was no less than 50 miles from the stable where he had slept. He inquired how he had arrived but the inn keepers kindly wife said he had been carried by a stranger and that at first they had beleived him dead. He had been told the stranger arrived just before dawn with Wolfric covered in congealing blood that trailed from a neckwound that apparently came from a dog attack. Wolfric felt hungrier than he ever had before and his memory was hazy regarding that night yet he could recall the exquisite taste of the kindly womans blood in his throat and on his tongue. It was a messy affair yet he left less blood than he took before fleeing into the night in rapturous ecstasy. his sire had followed him with amusement and introduced himself as Benjamin Solomon before whisking Wolfric away to hide from the daylight.

Wolfric learned what he could from his sire and even took his name for his own as they travelled across Europe often meeting with other immortals and supernatural entities. Wolfric had been unruly and rebellious at first until Solomon had left him staked to the ground for several hours in daylight, after that Wolfric had become much more compliant. After 23 years Benjamin and Wolfric parted ways as friends and Wolfric set off on many adventures and began accruing a large amount of wealth stashed and hidden across the known world. Wolfric worked as a trader, explorer mercenary, servant, nobleman and even a pirate for several enjoyable years. it was during these travels that he discovered various groups of supernatural creatures and took great interest in learning their cultures, history and customs. Though a few of the supernaturals he met still exist many have passed from the world or become reclusive and completely hidden. Each of his bizarre tattos were added from groups that he had grown close with and were created using combinations of magic or supernatural liquids to prevent them from being healed completely.

He has lived a life full of excitment pattered with occasioanl grief and brilliant yet risky money making schemes but settled down when he helped found Winchester with the other members of the Original Founding Family. He spent the best part of 76 years helping to build and foster ties between supernaturals and humans as well as being one of the main financial supporters when establishing Winchester ( this is one of the reasons it was named thus) of the Family before he began travelling again in order to consolidate and collect his scattered wealth from around the world. Wolfric has had very little contact with the Family in Winchester in the last 50 years but began his long journey back when he had discovered (from several reliable sources) that the family had lost control of Winchester and was now being ruled by the hunters.

Wolfric has had a colourful history with hunters from The Society and other organisations. As Wolfric Wroth-Solomon he has argued and butted heads (and very rarely) fought in battle agaisnt them. In more recent times he has done what he could maintain the peace and has occasioanlly granted them favours or assisted them under the name of Richard Fairville. He does not know if The Society is aware that he is both of these people. Generally he agrees that humans should have an instituion to help protect the  humans who are ignorant to the supernatural forces yet he does not agree with some of the methods used or some hunters willingness to establish dominance through sheer force. ultimately Wolfric wishes for peaceful coexistence but will fight to protect The Family when he must. Such fights are often merely political or financial attacks as oppossed to the battles of old yet his methods can be surprisingly effective by using connections in the government, criminal underground and the media.

Family:

Lord William Wroth (Father): Deceased, 1473
Lady Marianne Wroth (Mother): Deceased, 1486
Benjamin Solomon (Sire):Redeceased, 1898
Angelica Wroth-Solomon (Human wife):Deceased, 1648

Special Possessions (GM Approval):Daylight Elixir, access to a private telecommunication satellite (used for a private call network accessible only by himself and special clients of his choosing). He has collected several very old diaries/memoirs of ancient vampires as well as a fragmented history of vampirism which he has been collecting casually.

Likes:Parties, Music, business, money, adventuring, peaceful solutions to non business problems.
Dislikes:Overt violence, supremist ideals, Italian cars, boredom, broken promises, sports and aeronautical travel.

Additional Information: Wolfric has a gift of tongues and can read and write and speak most major languages fluently as well as being a passable speaker of several supernatural languages. He is nearly contstantly learning a new language as he travels and will often settle in areas as until he has learned them. Wolfric is also very good at translating ancient texts and writings though he is less confident in speaking them.

Writing Sample:The sound of crunching snow was nearly deafening as Richard Fairville strode to the top of the high mountain ridge. The summit was not far above him and he took a moment to enjoy the crisp evening air and the sight of the forest beneath bathed in soft moonlight. It was likely a cold night, judging by how the edges of his overcoat and shoes were covered in a layer of rime that slowly cracked and refroze as he walked and climbed his way up the mountain. In the distance the town of Winchester glowed with light and he watched the occasional car or lorry snake its way around the hills. With his sharp vision he could make out movement in the town and a slight smile pulled at his cold lips. 126 years had changed Winchester and brought it into the modern age yet he still felt a pang of sadness as he rmemebered the town when it has first been completed, so many freinds and neighbours that would have certainly passed on though he knew that a few of the families would have likely survived.

Richard drew in a deep breath that he didnt need and blew out and seemed nearly dissapointed that he could not see his breath in the icy air. With a grim smile he set off down the slope towards the forest at a regular walking pace whilst conciously creating footprints in the snow and making enough noise that he would be easily noticed by any wolf packs that may possibly dwell in the dense trees. The light came only in thin moonbeams through the roof of branches and Richards eyes adapted easily to the darkness whilst he heard all manner of creatures hunting or sleeping around him. He took a swig from a freezing silver hipflask and his eyes widened slightly at the metallic taste he knew so well. Blood was never as good once it had been stored but he was firmly in control of such urges and only required a small amounbt of human blood to maintain his sanity.

The walk through the woods was uneventful and he could hear the occasioanl car in the distance and began to smell humans in thier houses or in the streets. His nose ruffled slighlty as he adjusted to the slightly polluted smell that now lingered over all but the most remote villages and towns and resisted and urge to head back into the purer mountain air. With a quick shake he removed the majority of ice from his jacket and shoes and began quickly shaking his body like a simulated fit to gernrate friction and heat. Finally he began the motion of drawning in and releasing air to simulate mortal breathing, it was easy to forget such trivial things however Richard knew how important the small details were.

As he walked through the town he removed his phone from its thermal protective case and checked his messages quickly sparing a glance at familiar looking buildings towards the heart of the town. He spotted the building once used for council meetings and remembered his time upon it with fondness, there were some bad times of course but overall he had enjoyed helping the other factions to work together. He looked at the night clubs that had been established and was momentarily tempted to feed before he pushed the thought away and resumed his journey towards the Founding Family's

Character Goals:His current goal is to restablish The Founding Family's former position in Winchester and to repair the divides caused by Ryland Hearts reign. He does not want to take over leadership but he plans to remain until the issue is resolved no matter how long it takes. If possible he will achieve his goal with non violent if possible and he is more than willing to use the majority of his wealth and connections to do so. His secondary objective is to remain in Winchester for a century or so once the status quo has been re-established to ensure that the new leadership does not employ extremist agendas or that the hunters do not tried to take over again.

An overarching goal in his unlife has been to enjoy his immortality to the fullest as well as promoting the peaceful integrations between supernatural species and humans. He beleive that it will be possible to cooperate but that it will be dependant on the immortals species maintaining a good relationship with their human counterparts and organisations.

Thank you for taking the time to read this character concept.I am prepared to fill out the history a lot more than whats provided but i felt it would be too much to try and write 500 years worth of history for a character request. I find the game very interesting and i like the concept of the power struggles between various factions especially. If you have any particular issues about the character please do not hesitate to discuss it with me and i will change things if you think they are inappropriate for you game.
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Name:Jack 'Stitches' Calligari
Age:26
Gender:Male
Face Claim:Joseph Gordon Levitt
Family:The Bonsignore Family
Biological Family: John Calligari (Father), Sofia Calligari (Mother), Julie Calligari (Sister), Christopher Calligari (Brother), Luke Calligari (Uncle), Tom Calligari (Uncle), Mary Bonsignore (Aunt)
Illegal Occupation:Associate of the Bonsignore family
Legal Occupation:Tailor
Drinks alcohol: (No)
Smokes cigarette: (No)
Does illegal drugs: (No)
Criminal Record:None (Has been arrested but has never been linked directly to any crimes sufficiently to be taken to court)

Personality:Jack appears to be  extremely relaxed and easy going and has often been accused of being too lackadaisical and irresponsible for someone so close to being made and most people see a hardworking and wealthy young man who seems to lack any real talent for business acumen. Amongst his friends he is often the butt of well intentioned jibes due to his well known apprehension to overt violence. At face value he is a cheerful and friendly man who spends his money a little easily and is too good-natured to ever be a real player within the Bonsignore Family.

Jacks cheerful yet slightly irresponsible reputation is mainly a well crafted and maintained facade that he shows the public world. His father John had taught him that the most successful criminals were the ones that remained invisible. Jack works nearly full time as a tailor, using the shop as a front to meet up with his Captain and other members of the Family. Most of his illegal business is taking care of in the early hours of the morning or at night.

History:The Calligari family has been close friends with the Bonsignore's for many years. Both of Jacks grandfathers grew up together and remained strong friends until Jacks grandfather died a few years before. Jacks mother Sofia and his aunt Mary are both members of the main Bonsignore family and his his mother and father married when they were young. Jacks father does not work for the Bosignore Family directly but is always happy to help his wife's family if required and has often tailored suits for many of the Family's underbosses and Capos at a heavily discounted price.

Jack never wanted for anything growing up and was often spoiled and entertained by his many 'Uncles'. Jack did well in school and juggled education with learning the tailor trade and doing occasional jobs such as passing messages between his Uncles or house sitting when they were away on business. Jack attended Cornell University and studied business and accounting but struggled to separate his work life and his education and barely scraped through with a passing grade. During his time at Cornell he found himself increasingly involved with covert criminal activity and began working as the temporary accountant at a neglected brothel in the upper east side. Jack discovered a problem with the numbers and realized that someone was skimming the profits before paying the cut owed to the Family. Jack passed on what he found to one of his 'Uncles' and the manager of the brothel disappeared a few months after. Jack had earned a little respect and was soon employed to run numbers once he had finished college.

A year after finishing college he was placed in charge of the Brothel and after just 3 years he had risen up the ranks as a trusted and respectable earner. He did earn as much as some members of his crew yet he earned consistently and was able to be noticed by several under bosses after hosting social evenings in the brothel and being related to the boss of the Family, he was always treated well. A year ago Jack was gifted the brothel for a respectable fee and has since settled into his role and it is rumored that he is being considered for confirmation.

Jack has killed 9 people in the course of his illegal business, several of which had been killed within the brothel by applying an overdose of heroin and arranging for a soldier to pick them up and take them out of the area before they died. He has shot and killed three people though he finds it too messy and difficult to cover up and prefers non violent options where possible. Jack has a private room in the brothel and often sleeps there if he is not staying with his family above the shop. Jack is uncommonly kind to his workers and soldiers working for him, often rewarding them well and making concessions for minor mistakes. In the past some of those working for him viewed this kindness as a weakness and attempted to take advantage. Jack responded with cold brutality by cutting pieces off their flesh and resewing the pieces badly resulting in heavy permanent scarring. In one extreme case he cut out the tongue of a prostitute before stitching her mouth and eye lids closed for passing information to one of the other crime Family's. this peculiar method of punishment and his  profession as a tailor is how he earned the nickname Stitches.

Starting equipment: Heckler & Koch P30L Pistol, Cellphone
Starting properties: Calligari's Authentic Italian Tailors (family business in an expensive area of Manhattan), 'Massage Parlour' in the upper east side.
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Character Name: Castus Regis Zarkov XIV

Gender:Male

Age: 24

Career: Cleric

Background Packages: Great Chantries of Tarsus (Inquisitors handbook pg 32)

Future Alternative Ranks: Legate Investigator (Inquisitors handbook pg 64)

Homeworld: Noble Born (Inquisitor Handbook pg 15)

Appearance: Castus has a somewhat athletic build and stands just shy of 6 feet tall and weighing approximately 72 Kg. His facial features are handsome yet not quite beautiful and  his face often wears a look of condescension and he seems to have the uncanny ability to look down his nose at anyone even if they are a good head taller than himself. His tanned skin  is free of any blemish or scars and he carries himself with precision and grace as though someone were recording or painting his every move. His smooth brown hair always appears immaculately sculpted to frame his face and is kept to a medium length. Castus shows no indication that he ever has or will be able to grow facial hair and his piercing blue eyes are often filled with scorn and judge everything at a glance yet their is a small spark of something in them could be zealotry or perhaps simple ambition. His hands have some small callous on the palms that demonstrates that he has had some kind of weapons training yet his nails are perfectly manicured with slightly longer than usual fingers that appear delicate or perhaps feminine. [Will update clothing appearance if  I am accepted and have reached the equipment buying stage]

Personality: Castus holds a strong sense of self worth and importance that is commonly found within the noble houses and is quick to judge by appearance and by deeds. despite his arrogance and belief that he is superior to those he deems to be of a lesser class he is rarely outspoken about these ideals though his feelings can often be viewed from his facial expressions. When conversing with people beneath him in station he often has a slight permanent sneer and speaks in short and clipped commanding tones. When speaking with people he considers to be of equal or higher standing his face only ever shows warm smiles and his voice takes on a near musical quality that he uses during his sermons and public prayers. this strange switch makes Castus appear rather two faced yet he does not personally see this as a defect but rather as a good to have.

Castus has a strong faith in the God Emperor yet it is certainly not as extreme to be considered fanaticism. Castus believes that the emperor only helps those who help themselves and that he only helps those that are worthy of his blessings. His childhood within the Zarkov family has taught him the importance of keeping an ear to the ground and knowing when to speak and when to stay silent and he has a taste for political intrigue and discovering compromising secrets.  Castus himself prefers to use words and knowledge to gain an advantage over his rivals as opposed to sheer force but he rarely backs down from a fight when it is unavoidable and he struggles to admit personal faults or mistakes. Castus is fairly ambitious and hopes to one day attain a high ranking position in the upper echelons of the ecclesiarchy.

History: Castus was born into the noble house of Zarkov which is well known for its Progenitor Enoch Zarkov, a brilliant yet ruthless rogue trader. Much of House Zarkov's traditions and practices still stem from their progenitors ideals and beliefs which have led  the the family to remain rather small and close knit compared to many other noble houses. one of the key ideals of house Zarkov is that a Noble house cannot last without individual strength and careful maintenance and control of the mixing bloodlines. Due to the house's disposition towards strength, few children within house Zarkov reach maturity unscathed if at all and several practices are considered extreme.

Castus was raised and educated in an environment that despised weakness and failure and encouraged success at any cost. During his young childhood Castus was protected from various schemes by relatives that hoped to nurture and develop him into a useful pawn for their games of succession and intrigue. As he grew older the same relatives that protected him began pushing him through subtle yet dangerous tests where a wrong answer or misplaced word could have resulted in a tragic accident and cut any hopes of having any power within the house. Castus followed his lessons to the letter and showed a particular interest and aptitude for whittling out information or secrets and was noticed by several of his great uncles that held various positions within the Drusine Chantry of Tarsus and they steadily groomed him to become a member of the ecclesiarchy.

At the age of 14 Castus was part of a minor power struggle within the family that resulted in the death of his father and several uncles and aunts. His role within the power struggle was small yet integral, Castus had discovered that his father was planning to undermine   his great uncle Venris Regis Zarkov IV by eliminating several of his chantry and militant sponsored candidates. After revealing the plot to Venris, Castus was presented with an opportunity to gain a sponsorship within the Drusine Chantry. 3 of Castus' brothers were also candidates for the same sponsorship and so decided to eliminate his competition. castus   spread many rumors and revealed several scandalous secrets about two of the brothers that caused the family to look upon them with disapproving eyes until they were sent to the Vulpine Chantry. with his final rival brother Castus merely planted heretical material within his brothers rooms and tipped off Venris as too his 'discovery' and his brother met with another of the family's famously tragic accidents when his personal transport ship malfunctioned whilst reentering orbit.

Castus was quickly entered into the Drusine Chantry and spent years studying under the watchful eye of his family and the other clerics on hive Tarsus. Castus took to the role of Novice well and gained some small favour within the ecclesiastical circles and began to seek new opportunities to further his ambitions. [This can be tweaked or filled out more at your request]
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|W20|
|---------------------|
|Name|Flame-Runner |Breed|Lupus |Pack| |
|Changing Breed| |Auspice|Phillodox |Totem| |
|Chronicle| |Tribe|Red Talons |Rank|Adren |

|Attributes|
|----------|
|Strength|2 |Charisma|3 |Perception|2 |
|Dexterity|4 |Manipulation|3 |Intelligence|3 |
|Stamina|2 |Appearance|4 |Wits|2 |

|Abilities|
|---------|
|Alertness|3 |Animal-Ken|3 |Academics| |
|Athletics|5 |Crafts| |Computer| |
|Brawl|2 |Drive| |Enigmas| |
|Empathy| |Etiquette| |Investigation| |
|Expression| |Firearms| |Law|5 |
|Leadership|5 |Larceny| |Medicine| |
|Intimidation| |Melee| |Occult| |
|Primal-Urge|5 |Performance| |Rituals|3 |
|Streetwise| |Stealth|5 |Science| |
|Subterfuge| |Survival|4 |Technology| |

|Backgrounds|-|Merits|-|Flaws|-|
|-----------|-|------|-|-----|-|
|Pure breed 5 | | | | | |
|Totem 2      | | | | | |
| | | | | | |
| | | | | | |
| | | | | | |

|Gift|Rank|Book & Page Number|
|----|----|------------------|
|Heghtened Senses |1 |W20|158 |
|Scent of the True Form |1 |W20 |166 |
|Beast Speech |1 |W20 |169 |
|Scent of Running Water |1 |W20 |161 |
|Sense Prey |1 |W20 |159 |
|Axis Mundi |2 |W20 |159 |
|Catfeet |3 |W20 |159 |
|Call to Duty |2 |W20 |166 |
|Pulse of Prey |2 |W20 |161 |
|Command the Gathering |2 |W20 |167 |
|Persuasion |1 |W20 |153 |
|Howls in the Night |2 |W20 |169 |
|King of the Beasts |2 |W20 |167 |

|Renown|P.T|
|------|---|
|Glory:  |2.0|
|Honour: |6.0|
|Wisdom: |2.0|

|Traits|P/C|
|------|---|
|Rage|3/3|
|Gnosis|4/5|
|Willpower|5/5|

|Health|Wound Penalty|-|
|------|-------------|-|
|Bruised|None| |
|Hurt|-1| |
|Injured|-1| |
|Wounded|-2| |
|Mauled|-2| |
|Crippled|-5| |
|Incapacitated|Done| |

Specialties
Alertness:Hunting
Athletics:Long Distance Running, Rock Climbing
Leadership:Calming Disputes, Motivation
Primal-Urge:Shifting Forms, Hunting
Animal Ken:Predators
Survival:Tracking
Stealth:Shadowing, Scouting
Law: Ancient Garou Law, Fitting punishments
Ritual:Renown

Character Name:Jack Caligari
Nicknames:Stitches
Face/Model Claim:Joseph Gordon Levitt
Age:78 (Appears Mid twenties)
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Nationality:Italian American
Hometown:New York
Relatives:
Parents: Jack Caligari Sr. (Father, Deceased)
         Emilia Caligari (Mother, Deceased)

Brothers: Christopher Caligari (Younger Brother, Deceased)
          Lucian Calligari (Younger brother, Alive)

Sisters: Carmella Trillo (Elder Sister, Deceased)
         Juliana Parisi (Younger Sister, Alive)

Nephews and Nieces: Jonathon Trillo (Alive)
                    Samuel Trillo (Alive)
                    Clare Caligari (Alive)
                    Emily Parisi (Alive)
                    Julie Parisi (Deceased)

(Has several grand nephews and nieces but is unaware of their existence)



Job:Unemployed but seeking work
Skills: Originally a professional tailor working in the family business he has since been employed in several other jobs including; Slaughterhouse butcher, livestock killer, casino dealer, bartender and hotel desk clerk. Jack was always very deft and excelled at sleight of hand and delicate tasks that required a steady hand even before being turned, his heightened abilities have made him even more proficient. Boxed a little when he was younger and began to practice again a few years after being turned. Fairly good cook though he seldom has an excuse to.

Height:175cm
Weight:82Kg
Eye Color:Dark brown
Hair Color:Dark brown
Scars/Marks: Lots of tiny scars on his finger tips and palms of his hands. A small tattoo-like scar just over his heart forming a strange looking symbol. A very faint bite mark just above his left shoulder.



Appearance:Jack has never considered himself to be particularly good looking though many people consider him handsome or attractive. He has a dislike of bad quality clothing that he developed during his years as a tailor and often wears designer clothing or ideally suits where possible. Despite his love of clothes he is careful not to draw too much attention to himself, when working as a tailor he will often wear expensive looking suits that he has made himself but is not against following current fashion trends to help him fit in. His impressive muscular physique is often hidden and is the result of years of hard physical labor before his turning. Jack rarely wears anything that emphasizes or draws to much attention to his body and often just fades in to the crowd as per his intention.

Level:Novice~Adept
Powers:
Novice: All Novice powers
Adept:
[~] Telepathic Blood Bond
[~] Defy Gravity
[~] Waking in Daylight
[~] Voice Tricks
[~] Feed Recall
[~] Voice Touch
[1] Aura perception
[2] Paralytic Stare


Weaknesses:Standard vampire weaknesses, fairly vain about quality of his clothing, not fully transitioned into an adept and so has little control over some of these developing abilities.

Personality in Brief: Jack appears to be easy going but a little shy and has often been accused of having too little confidence and not enough backbone. Most people see a hardworking  young man who seems to lack any real interesting qualities. Amongst his colleagues he was often the butt of jokes due to his well known apprehension to conflict or
 threats of violence. At face value he is a quiet and friendly man though a little too shy and nervous for his own good and is to be easily disregarded as having accepted his lot in life.

Jacks harmless and weak reputation is mainly a well crafted and maintained facade that he shows the public world. Though in truth he has never been particularly charismatic or a smooth talker, jack has nonetheless thrived from his transformation into a vampire and is confident in his ability to adapt and live freely. Part of Jack craves an excuse to be  violent and to demonstrate his strength to those that mock him but he understands why he must keep these urges tightly reigned in. His Sire, Elizabeth had taught him that the most successful vampires were the ones that remained invisible and he tries to live by those words. Jack's inner darkness is a constant annoyance for him and he occasionally finds it difficult to feed in the conventional manner due to the risk of harming or worse turning someone.

With other vampires and preternatural's  he is usually more relaxed and chatty as he feels comfortable not having to hide his mannerisms or physical abilities. In general Jack is kind and helpful despite the occasional violent urges and he is grateful for the freedom he was granted by his transformation.


History:
Jack had a fairly enjoyable early childhood living with his family in Brooklyn above his father's tailor shop. Jack played with the local kids and argued with his siblings like any regular family, when he was 8 he started helping his father in the tailor's after school and on weekends. Jack picked up the trade quickly and showed an aptitude for the job. jacks father recognized his potential began making him work more and more in the shop. At the age of 14 jack dropped out from school to work full time at Caligari Tailors and began a formal apprenticeship under his fathers guidance. Shortly after dropping out of school Jack became known to his friends as 'Stitches' and the name caught on and spread throughout the neighborhood. The tailor shop continued to prosper yet Jack found himself with less and less spare time and he slowly became more disconnected with the friends he grew up with.

When he turned 16 he began working part time at a slaughterhouse a few nights a week and started serving drinks at a bar down the street on the weekend evenings. The next 10 years of his life became a repeating cycle of working,sleep and more work and any hopes or dreams of a different life had long been extinguished. There were very few events worth noting in Jacks life within that decade long span of time. Jacks sisters both married and had children, Jack moved into a cheap and cramped apartment and had a modest sum of money saved up. The night he died began much the same as every Saturday night did, Jack restocked the drinks and customers began filtering in. He noticed a woman he hadn't seen before sat on a table in the corner of the room, strangers were not uncommon but something about the way she was watching the people around her felt off putting yet he put it out of his mind. jack found himself glancing at the strange woman frequently but stopped after accidentally meeting her eyes, bringing a slight blush of embarrassment to his cheeks. After a while the woman had dissapeared and Jack pushed her out of his mind. He left work and began walking  home, hugging his jacket tightly to fend of the late autumn chill when he felt himself being slammed against a wall before feeling a burst of pain in his neck. Jacks vision was blurred and he began lashing out with his fists, trying to fight of the unknown attacker when a blow to the stomach collapsed his legs and he felt a small hand beneath his shoulder preventing his fall.

Some time later Jack awoke in the same alley and struggled to his feet, leaning against the wall for support. He raised a tentative hand to his aching neck and found dried blood that he scraped off and was horrified to find that he could feel no wound beneath.his shirt was bloody and he couldn't remember anything about being attacked yet similar stories were not uncommon and he felt a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. Jack moved as fast as he could back to his apartment and checked himself in the small cracked mirror above the sink and soon fell into a panic when he spotted two faint scars and notices streaks of blood on his face, some of the blood was obviously from his head impacting the wall but some seemed to have been made by someones hand. It was clear what happened to him and he decided he would report the attack in the morning, he felt too tired at the time and soon collapsed onto his bed. Jack's woke up delirious as his body convulsed and spasmed before suddenly stopping and he shortly fell unconscious to the sound of his heartbeat slowing.

Jack next awoke during the night two days after the attack as he was assaulted by a cacophony of sounds and smells that caused him to become disorientated until a voice cut through the noise of the city streets like a knife.the strange woman from the bar introduced herself as Elizabeth and began explaining the changes in his body and how she had unintentionally turned him. A short while later he fed for the first time under his sires watchful eye and cried after he had finished. Nothing had ever tasted so beautiful or felt as good as that single moment and few would ever match it in the years to come.

Jack retrieved his modest savings and packed up some clothes and his suitcase of tailoring supplies before leaving  short note to his family apologizing for his sudden departure but saying little more than he had met someone and had decided to abscond. For the next 2 decades he traveled Europe and Asia with Elizabeth learning about his new kind and their laws and etiquette that was kept secret from humans. He was taught to feed and to roll minds if required as well as the importance of secrecy and moving around before other noticed they were not aging. Once Elizabeth was confident that jack would have a good chance of survival she sent him away to forge his own path but not before an acquaintance of hers carved a strange symbol into his chest with a thin silver blade. She also gave him a parting gift, an arm ring wrought of white gold cords twisted around each other ending each end with a wolf head. She did not say where it had come from but she had informed him it would allow him to walk in the sun unharmed and that it should be kept hidden even form other vampires. Under each head of the arm ring is a tiny etching of a  symbol matching the one that was carved into his chest.

Jack spent the remainder of his time since then working odd jobs to make ends meet and eventually he returned to America and checked in on his family from a distance. The city had changed drastically and he could not bring himself to remain despite his longing to reconnect with his family. during the decades since parting with his sire jack has had several relationships with humans and preternatural's yet they only ever lasted a few years at most and his last relationship with a human had not ended well.

Elaine was 36 years old when she met Jack (now 57 years old) and had not known that he was a vampire when they first started going out. After a few months she figured it out and seemed a little hesitant but things were going well for them. After 3 years she grew angry and upset that she had slowly been aging whilst jack remained untouched by time and she demanded to be turned. Jack refused and she tried to bargain and eventually beg to be turned. Jack grew tired of the arguments and simply skipped town one night. 2 years later he had bumped into Elaine  and discovered she had found someone to turn her though she was still furious with Jack for dissapearing. After a brutal albeit brief fight Elaine's Sire stepped in to protect Elaine and Jack managed to stop himself from attacking them both and causing too much of a scene.

Jack was contacted one day by his Sire through the telepathic bond and told her that strange things had begun to occur with his body and that he was struggling to fully control these developing abilities. Elizabeth advised him to head to a town in South Carolina where he might find someone to help him overcome these difficulties. Jack eventually found his way to Southport and following his Sires advice decided to take up residence until he had more control over his abilities.


Writing Sample:
Jack still found himself impressed the advancement of technology during his 78 years of existence. He looked at the phone in his hand and smiled to himself as he remembered how impressed he had been each time some new ground breaking technology had been discovered and released to the public, though truth be told he was a little disappointed at the lack of flying cars and robot butlers. Jack had chosen to head out into the city and tour a few bars before maybe picking someone up to eat. He mostly survived on animal blood with enough human blood to stop his body from decaying but he had decided to treat himself. his attire for the evening consisted of a pair of dark jeans with the hems folded back up the leg slightly as well as a striped black and gray hoodie zipped up to the neck underneath a long black woolen overcoat. His arm ring fitted snugly on his upper forearm beneath the coat and hoodie, allowing Jack to walk in the fading light of dusk. Even during the day new York in November was freezing cold. Though Jack didn't register the change of temperature physically it would have looked strange for him to be walking around without a few layers, such precautions came naturally to jack now and sometimes he almost believed he could feel the biting cold as acutely as humans did.

Jack enjoyed watching the the transitional colours in the sky fade from dusk to night as the lights of the city began to wink on and bathe the streets in artificial sunlight. As he walked through the bustling crowds he opened up his senses and filtered the sights,sounds and smells to a bearable level whilst he bathed in the sensation of life. He often reflected on how quickly time passed for humans and grimaced as he recalled how much time he had wasted on working during his youth. he had not been unhappy at the time but the years of travelling and exploring new sensations and wonders had put things into a new perspective. he enjoyed watching the crowds though recently when he focused too hard he would occasionally see strange colours and shapes surrounding people. Jack knew that it was simply his power developing yet he could not fully control when it occured or tell exactly what each colour and shape meant. Jack glanced around at the various building towering above and recalled his memories of how they looked when he was young. Much had changed.

As he crossed the street an attractive brunette girl caught his eye though not for the same reasons as most of the other men staring at her. Jack stopped in surprise as the spitting image of his younger sister walked past him and a name escaped his lips in a soft whisper. "Juliana". The girl turned her head in surprise at having heard her name spoken but found nothing but an empty patch of air before shaking her head and continuing on her way. Jack had blended with the crowd once more and followed at a distance trusting his sense of sight and smell to follow her.

Jack watched from the shadows of a nearby alley as she fished for her keys from a well used handbag and entered the all too familiar building. jack turned on his heel and let his feet carry him away unbidden as he struggled to maintain his emotions his hearing picked up the woman's muffled voice in the distance. "The strangest thing just happened mama, I could have sworn a stranger just called me by name in the street a few blocks back but when I looked he was gone. Maybe it was someone from Claire's party or.... Jack stopped listening and walked on with a melancholic smile. The liquor store beneath the young girls apartment was a harsh reminder of change and cast his mind back to darker times when he was enslaved by work and duty to family yet strangely he was sad that his family name was no longer displayed proudly on the shop front. As he walked in search of a meal he decided it was time to leave new York for a few more decades.

Special Items: Arm Ring



Portable sewing machine and tailoring kit.




Well that's my first draft, sorry it took so long but found myself rewriting history a few times and im still not entirely happy that it good enough quality :S please highlight any issues or changes you would want to see made, highlighted the abilities orange to demonstrate that though i have them i am unable to fully control or use them at will.
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Name: Deadboy
Age: Between 19-24 years old (he dosnt actually know exactly)

Appearance: stands at about 6'2 with lean muscular frame with no wasted muscle or fat to be found. His hair is black, shoulder length and keeps it tied in thick braid at the back of his neck and a few small braids at the side (large braid looks a bit like dreadlocks and is pretty messy). under all the dirt and dust he is of Caucasian ethnicity. his eyes are unnerving and make him immediately identifiable. the left eye appears to have a small spectrum of colors around the pupil that appear to change depending which direction you are looking at them and his right eye is a blood red color that makes him look like he has a permanently bloodshot eye. he has a large horizontal white scar about and inch wide that goes across his face from just beneath both eyes and across the bridge of his nose. The scar is noticeable but clearly happened when he was still a young child. the rest of his body is latticed with scars and burns and badly drawn tattoos that held no particular shape or significance. he wears baggy desert camo trousers and brown steel toe cap boots with a black vest and brown duster jacket. His head is uncovered except for a brown headband that keeps his hair out of his eyes and a pair of slightly tinted safety goggles that he wears whilst in the wastes and wears around his neck when inside settlements.

Personality: He is quiet and when he rarely speaks it is in what sounds like a loud whisper. due to his upbringing (if it can even be called that) he has very little emotion and always moves from settlement to settlement with no particular purpose or aim. He feels hollow and empty and does not understand feelings like fear, joy, remorse, sadness or mirth. his face always has the same vacant expression as if he is daydreaming and can be very unnerving even in a post-apocalyptic world. people understand anger, hatred or enjoyment in killing or power but he doesn't appear to display anything comparable to what survivors experience and so is set even further apart form them. he has occasionally displayed acts of merciless  brutality when pushed to fight only to resume what he was doing beforehand as though nothing has happened.


Background: parents lived in a small fairly new settlement when it was attacked and severely weakened by a large pack of unliving that nearly overrun the settlement. his father was killed in the attack and his mother whilst still in the late terms of pregnancy was infected from several bites on her right arm as she was fleeing. the survivors amputated the arm as quick as they could but she entered a fever that sealed her fate. one of the settlers that served as a doctor of sorts cut the baby from her womb prematurely immediately after the mother been executed by decapitation. The baby was weak and barely made any noise. the remaining few survivors moved to a larger more secure settlement and spent the next two years passing the child around to anyone who would take him until he was eventually left in the streets and ate whatever he came across in the gutters. Many people wanted to simply kill the child or through him into the wastes but the leaders forbid it, despite the child's eyes and circumstances of birth he did not show any other similarities to the unliving.

A group of traders (more accurately bandits) took the child with them  whilst drunk on near toxic home brewed alcohol and used him as a tool for entertainment, often kicking him around or jabbing and cutting him with small blades to make sure he still bled red blood. when he was around 6 they starting making him fight against the adults or small animals for entertainment and he spent several years walking between death and life. he one his first fight against a teenager when he was 10 by pretending to be unconscious before gouging the older girls eyes as she came to gloat and spit on him. soon after the bandits began sending him in the front line of raids and at the back of escapes from the unliving but still the cursed boy wouldn't quite die. In his thirteenth year the boy stole some supplies as well as an old hunting rifle from the groups leader during the night and made the dangerous trek towards a distant settlement by hiding in the day and moving at night.

Deadboy has spent the remainder of his years travelling form settlement to settlement taking jobs that no one else would and earning enough to scratch out an existence if not a living and continues to roam the wasteland waiting to find either a purpose or finally death.
Concept: the reject or cursed child that everyone whispers about when he passes, the kind of person that causes everyone to cease talking when he walks in a room and makes parents quickly move their children away. very much a loner who is seen as something that shouldn't exist but regrettably  refuses to die.


Skills:
- Rifle marksmanship
- Bow Marksmanship
-skinning
- knife fighting
- dirty fighting
- awareness (not sure if you want this separated into individual aspects such as hearing excetera)
- endurance
- survival
- athletics
- stealth
- intimidation
- Driving
- climbing
- Tracking
- scavenging
- repair
- make shift weapon crafting
- make shift weapon wielding
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This message was last edited by the GM at 23:34, Fri 12 May 2017.

Character Name: Castus Regis Zarkov XIV

Gender:Male

Age: 24

Career: Cleric
Homeworld: Noble Born (Inquisitor Handbook pg 15)

Appearance:

Castus has a somewhat athletic build and stands just shy of 6 feet tall and weighing approximately 72 Kg. His facial features are handsome yet not quite beautiful and  his face often wears a look of condescension and he seems to have the uncanny ability to look down his nose at anyone even if they are a good head taller than himself. His tanned skin  is free of any blemish or scars and he carries himself with precision and grace as though someone were recording or painting his every move. His smooth brown hair always appears immaculately sculpted to frame his face and is kept to a medium length. Castus shows no indication that he ever has or will be able to grow facial hair and his piercing blue eyes are often filled with scorn and judge everything at a glance yet their is a small spark of something in them could be zealotry or perhaps simple ambition. His hands have some small callous on the palms that demonstrates that he has had some kind of weapons training yet his nails are perfectly manicured with slightly longer than usual fingers that appear delicate or perhaps feminine. [Will update clothing appearance if  I am accepted and have reached the equipment buying stage]

Personality:

 Castus holds a strong sense of self worth and importance that is commonly found within the noble houses and is quick to judge by appearance and by deeds. despite his arrogance and belief that he is superior to those he deems to be of a lesser class he is rarely outspoken about these ideals though his feelings can often be viewed from his facial expressions. When conversing with people beneath him in station he often has a slight permanent sneer and speaks in short and clipped commanding tones. When speaking with people he considers to be of equal or higher standing his face only ever shows warm smiles and his voice takes on a near musical quality that he uses during his sermons and public prayers. this strange switch makes Castus appear rather two faced yet he does not personally see this as a defect but rather as a good to have.

Castus has a strong faith in the God Emperor yet it is certainly not as extreme to be considered fanaticism. Castus believes that the emperor only helps those who help themselves and that he only helps those that are worthy of his blessings. His childhood within the Zarkov family has taught him the importance of keeping an ear to the ground and knowing when to speak and when to stay silent and he has a taste for political intrigue and discovering compromising secrets.  Castus himself prefers to use words and knowledge to gain an advantage over his rivals as opposed to sheer force but he rarely backs down from a fight when it is unavoidable and he struggles to admit personal faults or mistakes. Castus is fairly ambitious and hopes to one day attain a high ranking position in the upper echelons of the ecclesiarchy.

History:

Castus was born into the noble house of Zarkov which is well known for its Progenitor Enoch Zarkov, a brilliant yet ruthless rogue trader. Much of House Zarkov's traditions and practices still stem from their progenitors ideals and beliefs which have led  the the family to remain rather small and close knit compared to many other noble houses. one of the key ideals of house Zarkov is that a Noble house cannot last without individual strength and careful maintenance and control of the mixing bloodlines. Due to the house's disposition towards strength, few children within house Zarkov reach maturity unscathed if at all and several practices are considered extreme.

Castus was raised and educated in an environment that despised weakness and failure and encouraged success at any cost. During his young childhood Castus was protected from various schemes by relatives that hoped to nurture and develop him into a useful pawn for their games of succession and intrigue. As he grew older the same relatives that protected him began pushing him through subtle yet dangerous tests where a wrong answer or misplaced word could have resulted in a tragic accident and cut any hopes of having any power within the house. Castus followed his lessons to the letter and showed a particular interest and aptitude for whittling out information or secrets and was noticed by several of his great uncles that held various positions within the Drusine Chantry of Tarsus and they steadily groomed him to become a member of the ecclesiarchy.

At the age of 14 Castus was part of a minor power struggle within the family that resulted in the death of his father and several uncles and aunts. His role within the power struggle was small yet integral, Castus had discovered that his father was planning to undermine   his great uncle Venris Regis Zarkov IV by eliminating several of his chantry and militant sponsored candidates. After revealing the plot to Venris, Castus was presented with an opportunity to gain a sponsorship within the Drusine Chantry. 3 of Castus' brothers were also candidates for the same sponsorship and so decided to eliminate his competition. castus   spread many rumors and revealed several scandalous secrets about two of the brothers that caused the family to look upon them with disapproving eyes until they were sent to the Vulpine Chantry. with his final rival brother Castus merely planted heretical material within his brothers rooms and tipped off Venris as too his 'discovery' and his brother met with another of the family's famously tragic accidents when his personal transport ship malfunctioned whilst reentering orbit.

Castus was quickly entered into the Drusine Chantry and spent years studying under the watchful eye of his family and the other clerics on hive Tarsus. Castus took to the role of Novice well and gained some small favour within the ecclesiastical circles and began to seek new opportunities to further his ambitions.


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Skills:
Awareness [100xp]
Charm
Common Lore:- Imperial Creed
            - Ecclesiarchy
Inquiry [100xp]
Literacy
Performer (Singer)
Scrutiny
Speak Language:- Low Gothic
               - High Gothic
Trade (Valet)

Wounds:11
Fate:3
Wealth:638

Talents:
Weapon Training:- Melee (Primitive)
                - Pistol (Solid projectile)
                - Basic (Primitive)
Peer:- Ecclesiarchy
     - Nobility
     - Mercantile
  -5  -5              +5            +5
+ 20  20  20  20  20  20   20   15  25
  WS  BS  S   T   Ag  Int  Per  WP  Fel
  26  20  26  27  30  39   30   27  42



MISSILE WEAPONS:
Name:Stub Revolver [Good craftmanship]
Class:Solid Projectile
Damage:1D10+3
Type:I
Pen:0
Reload:2 Full
RoF: S/ /
Range:30 PB /S /M /L /E
Clip:6
Special Rules:Reliable
Weight:1Kg

MELEE WEAPONS:
Name:Sword [Best craftmanship] [Mono] [Exterminator]
Class:Melee
Damage:1D+11
Type:R
Pen:2
Special Rules: +10 to hit
Weight:3Kg
Cost: 190

HIT LOCATION AND ARMOUR
Total Weight:15Kg
HEAD (1-10)
Type:
AP:0

RIGHT ARM (11-20)
Type:
AP:0

LEFT ARM (21-30)
Type:
AP:0

BODY (31-70)
Type: Flakk
AP:3

RIGHT LEG (71-85)
Type:
AP:0

LEFT LEG (86-100)
Type:
AP:0

Gear:
- Exterminator x 2 (70)
- Microbead (20)
- Dataslate (25)
- 4 candles
- Charm (Skull)
- Backpack
- Aquila necklace
- Ecclesiarchy robes
- Flakk vest
- Writing kit (20)
- Bullets:126 (6)


03:52, Today: Castus Regis Zarkov XIV rolled 10,[4],14,11,12,17,7,10,5,6

Great Chantries of Tarsus [305]

Divination
“Know the mutant; kill the mutant.” Increase Perception by +2.

Thrones:82

Shinigami RTJ-

Name:Daisanji
Age:902
Gender:Male
Race:Shinigami, Captain of the Second Division (providing postion is free)
Appearance:

Daisanji has black medium length hair which he keeps back in a small topknot. He has a rather unremarkable face, with his only distinguishing features being his slightly narrow eyes which often appear to be closed whenever he is relaxed. He often wears a slight smile on his face and always appears extremely relaxed and calm which in turn causes most people to not take him seriously despite being a Captain. Daisanji has a condition known as heterochromia iridium, meaning that his eyes are not the same colour. His right eye is a bright icy blue and his left eye is muddy brown in colour. His skin is very pale and almost sickly looking. The only other feature that is noticeably is that his fingers are slightly longer and thinner in proportion to his hands. Daisanji has excellent hearing that developed to compensate for his habitually closed eyes. Although his face seems featureless and plain when relaxed Daisanji features knot up and give him a ferocious and vicious appearance when angered.

He wears baggy clothing that hides his athletic muscular build and his shihakusho is also very baggy and loose on him. Daisanji often walks around barefoot when not on duty but wears the standard uniform sandals whilst working. Daisanji often wears wears a well worn light green robe with frayed edges and dark green Hakama with the Captains symbol of the Second division on an small white sash tucked into his hakama belt.

Family:None

Crushes:A small crush on Kisaragi no Natsuko though he hides it incredibly well.

Personality: Daisanji has a line drawn in his personality that determines how he reacts to certain situations. The split is mainly between the positive and negative emotions and is the result of his emotional imbalance in his previous human life. The more positive side of his personality split is dominant the majority of the time and is portrayed by his relaxed smiling face. Daisanji is often very relaxed in his positive mind and can happily spend the time just sitting on some street corner listening to life pass by all around him. He also tries to avoid conflict or any kind of hassle if possible and is always willing to help if asked or ordered however he has a tendency to slack of a little or get distracted by helping others with minor tasks himself. Daisanji can be inquisitive and very blunt with people without seeming to care about tact or restraint yet rarely speaks with the intention of causing insult or inciting violence.

Daisanji laughs easily and often and it can be easy to forget that he is a Captain let alone captain of the Second division and leader of the Onmitsukidō. His predecessors had often been very serious and carried an air of hidden threat yet there seems to be little of those traits in Daisanji. The only way that he may be conceived as frightening is how indifferent he is when performing his duties, his kind smile often remains the same whether he is reviewing forms and supply provisions or ordering a covert execution and no small number of his division find this a little unnerving. He can sleep virtually anywhere and has often simply slept leaning against a wall or sat in the middle of a road or pathway. Some times he seems nearly childlike and immature but can immediately change to being calm and in control with a moments notice proving himself to be reliable when others are in danger.

Daisanji's positive personality finds no enjoyment in battle and simply views battles and missions as chores to be completed. When greatly angered Daisanji's split personality battles for control. If dislike or anger is strong enough then his negative personality will usually take control.

The negative personality is occupied with Daisanji's  sadness, jealousy and rage and contains many of the attitudes that Daisanji usually dislikes. When the personality switch occurs it is immediately obvious as his eyes open fully and instead of a smile a feral sneer splits his lips. The negative personality reacts violently to almost any challenge or perceived threat it encounters making it more suited to violent and close quarters battle than his positive personality. his violent personality also delights in inflicting pain on enemies and will often try to draw the battle out for maximum enjoyment. One of the key flaws with the negative personality is its lack of self control and restraint which can make him very hard to work in teams. There is no emotional trigger to switch back to the positive personality however it will automatically change back once he falls sleep or is rendered unconscious.

Brief History: Daisanji's early life in Rukongai was fairly uneventful, he mostly wandered from district to district due to the unpleasantness of his personality switching, the longest he lived in any given district was 2 years before being driven out. Eventually Daisanji grew tired of wandering and fighting from district to district and so took the entrance exam for Shin'ō Academy and was surprised when he was accepted. Daisanji was mostly a loner at first though he began making friends slowly during the course of his studies. He progressed through the academy at a shocking pace earning high scores in all subjects the board despite several incidents that had resulted from his personality switch. At the academy his aptitude for Kido based techniques was nearly prodigal and he found that most techniques that utilized reiatsu control to come naturally. Daisanji was considered for entry into several divisions of the Gotei 13 but was ultimately sent to the second division after his psychological evaluation displayed signs that he may be suited to covert operations. He performed well within the second division with many successful mission and slowly climbed the ranks until he seemed to plateau towards the top end of the middling ranks.

Everything changed when he learned to release his shikai. After discovering his zanpakuto's true name and mastering its abilities he soared into the position of lieutenant within a few short years. Daisanji managed to master the Bankai release though he kept it a secret form most people other than a few trusted friends and his Captain. Daisanji became content with his position in soul society and spent the best part of a century relatively happy and carefree and became known as the 'Smiling Phantom' within the Second Division. With his personally created techniques that allowed him to move virtually unseen he became an invaluable tool and weapon for the second division, often being sent on dangerous covert missions. daisanji has also used his abilities to help support other division squads during battle by providing a means of swift deployment or retreat as well as using his skills to take out prime targets. When the captain of the second division decided to step down he put forward Daisanji's name as a possible replacement and revealed the techniques that Daisanji had carefully cultivated to allow him to move virtually unseen and undetected. Daisanji was tested and soon raised to the captains seat after some persuasion from the former Captain.

Since taking over command of the second division, Daisanji has continued to work fervently from the shadows to ensure the safety and order of soul society is maintained. Some of the other divisions tend to look down on him for his lack of seriousness though Daisanji actually prefers it that way and does little to discourage the rumors and insults. Daisanji excels in all fields but has fully mastered  Kido and Shunpo above all else.


Zanpakuto: Watashimori

Zanpakutou Appearances:
Unreleased: Standard Zanpakuto shape and size with a white Ito braid on the handle and a dark green saya.

Shikai: Watashimori's Shikai form is that of a polished white bone oar type bokken. It has no guard or cord and appears as a solid piece that has been carved out of a large bone. Due to its shape as an oar it has no cutting edge or point but flat or smooth curved edges. Watshimori is very hardy in shikai form but is only capable of blunt, bludgeoning strikes on an opponent.

Bankai: Much the same with the Shikai except for 6, 4 inch diameter wholes running the length of the blade. Inside each whole is a small coin that spins freely though remaining in the gap and appearing to not be physically connected to Watashimori.

Zanapkutou Release Names:

- Shikai Name: Watashimori

- Release Phrase: Guide me through the dark depths and carry me in your crimson wake, Watashimori!

- Bankai Name: Watashimori no Sanzu

- Release Phrase:The last river beckons and the dead tides call. Heed them and collect you toll,  Watashimori no Sanzu!

Overall Ability: The overall ability of Watishmori is to manipulate reishi and reiatsu that is either given willingly or has neutral affiliation e.g. latent reiatsu in the air. After absorbing reitasu, Watashimori can guide it into any form it wants even creating gas, liquid and solid reiatsu. Watashimori can even alter Daisanji's inner world if he choses to. The strength of the reiatsu manipulation is of the highest level even allowing him to create pathways through the Dangai at will and even create multiple portals that are linked to each other. Watashimori cannot generate these changes remotely and so must have enough reiatsu inside the blade to use each technique, if Daisanji is unable to provide the required amount of reiatsu it will be drawn from the atmosphere however this can be dangerous and time consuming. Each technique is created and released from the blade and has a requirement that Daisanji remains in contact with Watashimori. Watashimori personality prevents him from acting without instruction and cannot use any ability without Daisanji's express order and so must remain in constant contact to be effective. Watashimori itself cannot be hindered or stopped from entering any area or realm but this does not mean that Daisanji can always follow.

Shikai Overall Ability:The overall ability of the Shikai form is reiatsu manipulation at an extremely advanced and detailed level as well as creating portals through Dangai. Daisanji's reiatsu as well as the latent surrounding reiatsu in the air can be manipulated using Watashimori as a medium to channel and release the manipulated Reiatsu. In shikai form the reiatsu can be fused, shaped and manifested into multiple solid objects of reiatsu which are all linked together and controlled by Watashimori. This ability is the basis of Watashimoris most powerful technique in shikai form, the Rokumonsen (see Zanpakuto techniques for details). The ability to temporarily combine reiatsu is integral to the function of Rokumonsen and allows objects, creatures and even reiatsu and energy to be moved forcibly through the Dangai and back.

The reiatsu manipulation can also be used to create a current of  partially solid reiatsu similar in viscosity to water, this reiatsu is then moved around Watashimori's blade and creates a high speed flow of concentrated reiatsu that forms the basis for Watashimori's second shikai ability; Riganryu (see Zanpakuto techniques for details). Any Kido techniques channeled through Watashimori can also be affected by this reiatsu manipulation and can gain slightly increased power and efficiency as well as being more accurate.

Bankai Overall Ability: The Banki's overall ability is to manipulate reiatsu at the highest possible level and to channel any object or person into Watishimori's blade and transport them to a copy of Daisanji's inner world. Within the inner world Watashimori has the power to change whatever he wants within the environment though is once again limited by the commands he is given. Despite Watashimori's power over the inner world, any changes must be exact in there description and function meaning that in battle Watashimori is restricted to only changing the aspects that have been agreed between him and Daisanji in the form of techniques. Within Daisanji's inner world Watashimori can replicate any reiatsu technique that has been freely offered by any shinigami, Quincey or hollow however Daisanji is unable to use these abilities outside of his inner world. each technique given can only be used once per bankai activation.

Zanpakuto Techniques:
Shikai:

- Riganryu (Riptide): Riganryu is an entirely defensive technique which can be used to help protect Daisanji from attacks of all range. Riganru works by utilizing Watashimori's reiatsu manipulation and creating a concentrated liquid reiatsu that flows around the blade in several looping helixes at high speed generating tremendous pulling force at the end of the blade and gradually weakening and dissipating as it reaches the hilt. The purpose of this technique is to use the pulling force form the reiatsu to capture attacks and draw them away from Daisanji's body as the attack is attracted and dragged by the fast moving reiatsu at the tip of the sword. Reiatsu based techniques will be caught in the helix and dissipate quickly along the length of the sword. It is this dragging effect and the dissipation of reiatsu that gives this techniques its name; riptide. Riganryu can be used on other physical weapons or body parts as well as reiatsu based attacks however they will retain there form and simply be reduced in power and speed (if the physical object is weak enough it may be damaged by this technique though not destroyed).

- Rokumonsen (6 Coins to cross the river of hell): Reiatsu is channeled through watashimori's blade and 6 coin like rings form around the blade before sliding off and forming a circle behind Daisanji as a default. The outer edge of the rings ares simply reiatsu that has been concentrated and manifested into physical form. The gap in the center of the ring appears to be hollow with a strange shimmer however each ring is linked to each other and Watashimori through the Dangai. The rings can be moved and have there size changed freely. As the portals are linked to the Dangai anything that passes through will emerge from another of the portals within the coins at near instant speed taking advantage of the spatial time difference. Objects, people and even reiatsu can pass through the portals. Each ring will remain dormant until activated by calling out the individual number on each coin. Repeating the number of the coins deactivate them thus severing the link with Watshimori and the Dangai until activated again.

Offensive Use: Rokumonsen has two main methods of being used offensively, firstly the coins can be used to partially transport an opponent and then deactivated essentially leaving the body parts in the Dangai and removing it from the section that still remains in the current world they are fighting in. This severing or cutting effect of the coin deactivation can be resisted for a short time if the opponent releases a large amount of reiatsu around body part caught between the coins allowing them to take less damage before removing themselves from the ring. This application works best as a surprise tactic as it becomes harder to use on strong opponents once they have learned of its ability. The second offensive application is to cast Kido techniques into a coin which can then be transported to a single coin at full strength or through multiple coins with reduced strength, the advantage of using multiple coins is that it can be used to create multi directional attacks.

Defensive Use: the defensive use would be to simply transport attacks to a portal away from Daisanji or if another coin is close enough to transport the attack back at the user.

Support Use: the main support application is to make full use of its unique transportation ability and can be helpful even outside of the combat zone. With this technique many shinigmai ,civilians or objects can be moved long distances instantly allowing for devastating surprise attacks and control of the battlefield by reinforcing those who need help or extracting the injured. It can also be used to move objects such as rubble or perhaps seals that require structures or items to activate. This ability can also be used to help Daisanji avoid attacks or pass through barriers by combining the reiatsu of the coins with a barrier and creating a temporary hole in its defense.

Flaws: In Shikai form the portals within the rings have a maximum duration of 1 minute with constant use. Once the duration ends the individual coin dissapears. the coins can be deactivated to prevent this time running out but the requirement to call out the number will give the opponent a chance to respond and figure out where the next attack may come from. A sufficiently powerful reiatsu attack on the rings could potentially destroy them though the detonation would be powerful and the portal could potentially drag in nearby object to be stranded in the Dangai though Daisanji  has no control over this. Once the technique has been figured out it is easier to avoid though it is still an extremely versatile technique. The maximum range of each coin before automatic deactivation is 5 miles from Watashimori. The maximum size of each coin is 10 meters in diameter creating a portal 9 meters in diameter, only two portals can be used at this size at any one time during Shikai form.

Bankai:
- FunaYurei (Boat Spirits): Watashimori emits a rapidly expanding gray mist from he blade that obscures all senses including smell and sound. After several moments small yellow lights appear in the mist and begin to surround Daisanji's opponents growing brighter and brighter as they approach, whilst the opponent is distracted Watshimori creates a ortal and absorbs everthign within the mist and transport sit to a replication of Daisanji's Inner world using the Dangai as a medium. The lights will flash blindingly before blinking out of existence whilst the fog vanishes revealing the surrounding area to the opponents. Daisanji Stands upon a lone boat some distance away in the middle of a black river with no apparent tide or flow. The river shows no sign of movement or ripples and appears to be solid like black glass. Daisanji appears wearing a large white robe covered with coins that have been weaved into the material whilst holding a smalL white stone in his left hand and his white Shikai Zanpakuto in his right hand. Daisanji also wears a white Hanya mask on the left side of his head The boat is made of the same white bone-like substance as the Shikai blade. On the boat is a small table and three items; a small lantern lit with a violet flame, A small knife and a small sake set with two cups.

Flaws: If the opponent is able to attack in the split second that the mist emerges then the technique will be interrupted and Daisanji would have to provide more Reiatsu to repeat the technique.

- Sai no Kaiwara (Riverbed of the Netherworld): Daisanji drops the white stone in his left hand into the water creating a single ripple whilst speaking the techniques name. As the ripple reaches the shore the riverbanks begin to shake and shudder as the ground begins to sink into the black water and hundreds of small blue hands grab at the opponents legs and waist attempting to drag them down into the river. Each hand is cold and burns to the touch, sapping strength and feeling from their body. If the opponent is fully submerged they will very likely have their soul trapped forever. Sai no Kaiwara is immune to purely physical attacks or abilities.

Flaws: this technique does very little physical damage and is primarily a sealing technique. If the opponent has a very high level of reiatsu or is very skilled at Bakudo then they can possibly overwhelm or weaken the technique enough to escape.

- Sanzu (Three Tortures)

+ Kazu (Fire Torture): Daisanji lowers the lantern into the water which violently ignites in violet flame that spreads across the entire river at great height. Any plants begin to shrivel and ignite at close proximity to the intense heat, the only area that appears unaffected is a small area around the solitary boat being guided by Daisanji. As the boat moves the flames appear to make way for it before filling in the gap in its invisible wake. This technique causes great amounts of physical pain to anyone trapped inside of it and feeds on enemy reiatsu to burn brighter and hotter. Anyone who is set on fire by the technique will feel as if their bones are melting under their skin and blood boiling from their veins.

Flaws: If the opponent can seal of their reiatsu entirely for a few moments the flames on their body will extinguish but if they allow any reiatsu to escape whilst the technique is active they will reignite. This technique uses a lot of reiatsu and can also affect Daisanji should he leave the safety of the boat.

+ Toozu (Blade Torture): Daisanji touches the knife blade to the river and the flame fades out to be suddenly replaced with thousands of rusted swords rising from the waters surface to impale any opponents. The swords are all different shapes, styles and sizes but most are worn and rusted yet incredibly sharp. The swords move as fast as most shunpo techniques and will even bend and twist to catch their targets within a cage of swords before impaling every part of their body that can be reached. This technique causes large amounts of physical damage both internally and externally whilst each wound made by the blades are resistant to healing techniques.

Flaws: The blades can be stopped with a strong kido barrier and the damage is entirely physical, abilities that massively strengthen the hardness of the body or the speed of regenerative healing can weaken the effect of this technique though they may still find themselves trapped by it. Technique can affect Daisanji if he leaves the safety of the boat.

+ Kechizu (Blood Torture): Daisanji touches the open mouth of the bottle to the water and a stream of blood will rise to the waters surface connecting from the bottle to any wounded enemies. If the connection of blood is made then the bottle begins to suck in the blood at an incredibly fast rate draining anyone connected of their Blood, Reiatsu and soul. This Technique is both physical, mental and spiritual and can finish off  opponents very quickly.

Flaws: Much larger opponents will not be affected as quickly dependent on the extra volume of blood and reiatsu in their bodies. The technique relies on the opponents actually being injured and having lost some drops of blood into the river. If the opponents are already heavily bleeding when they enter due to Funayurei then this technique can be used the moment their blood drips into the river.

-Gisei no Tamashi (Sacrifice of the Soul): Daisanji drops Watashimori into the river and the waters rise in the air to envelop anyone within the artificial world sealing their souls into a small black pearl of compressed Reiatsu. At the center of the pearl is a small white core that contains the soul of anyone who is stood on the boat at the time the technique is used. Extremely powerful sealing technique that also traps Daisanji in an alternate dimension. The black pearl is a foot in diameter and the white pearl within is 1/100th of that size. The black pearl maintains the seal by drawing feeding on the souls trapped within the black layer.
Flaws: the black pearl can eventually break on its own once it runs out of souls to power it however the white pearl seal can only be released by masters of the sealing arts. The pearls are easier to destroy than to unseal however those trapped within each seal will have their souls destroyed. The technique is a last resort as Daisanji has no way to escape of the technique and risks being sealed for centuries or even having his soul destroyed.

Other Techniques:

Himitsu no Entori (Secret Entry): A technique that was  acquired after unlocking  Watashimori's Shikai form. Secret entry allows Daisanji's to obtain a small fraction of Watashimori's ability to travel anywhere freely. Daisanji can move through most barriers and seals unnoticed without breaking them and when his shikai is released can allow others to enter through the use of Rokumonsen. This technique was a large factor in deciding his promotion to lieutenant of the Second division and has since been steadily perfected.


Michi no Sonzai (Unknown existence): A  version of reiatsu suppression unique to Daisanji after unlocking and mastering his Bankai. His manipulation of his own reaitsu and reiryoku is so precise that he is able to resonate it match the surrounding reishi rendering him an ability close to invisibility. Rather than his body actually turning invisible Daisanji just seems to blend in with his surroundings so well that he is simply unnoticeable to the point where most people do not register that they actual see him. Beings with high levels of control over reiatsu are less affected depending on their level of ability and power. Daisanji uses the technique weakly out of habit, often surprising other shinigami who were not aware of his presence amongst them. The more Daisanji focuses on the technique the more efficient it becomes. Even at its highest strength a Captain level being will realize something is wrong with the surroundings and eventually manage to focus in on him dispelling the technique against them. The technique is also broken the moment Daisanji makes physical contact or speaks to someone as it draws attention directly to him.

Thats my RTJ so thanks for reading (if you scrolled through a lot of zanpakuto stuff i understand haha). I understand that the info on the zanpakuto might be a little intense to read in an RTJ but if possible i wanted to make a Captain character and decided that i should be as detailed as possible regarding its abilities and flaws. If you have any particular problems or issues please ask as im happy to tweak bits and bobs to amke it fit into the game. if i don't get into the game then i wish you every success in the game :D
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Playbook: The Show

Name:Rime Nor Rivem TM
Stats:
Cool:+1
Hard</small>:-1
Hot:+1
Sharp:=0
Weird:+2

Rig:

- When you play, you fill the air from horizon to horizon, and people miles away feel
the earth rumble

- You have a wide assortment of instruments and can play them all

- When you play, water freezes, and your skin and instrument frost over

Look: Reaver is a fairly tall Man with a heavily tattooed and Muscled Body that is often displayed through his very Casual Costume that usually consists of a pair of worn and ragged trousers and an open sleeveless shirt. The black makeup style tattoos on his face highlight his bright blue Intense Eyes that sit well on his Enchanting Face framed with luscious curly hair.

Gear:
-Wears a hooded grey leather jacket with a fur lined hood and small metal snowflake designs stitched all over the jacket.

Name:Jack Barkess
Code Name:Rock
Age:27
Gender:Male
Job/Role:Enforcer

Looks: Short brown hair with some light stubble, he isn't particularly tall at  5 ft 7 and his athletic build combined with his height makes him appear slimmer or weaker than he actually is. Often smiling  with a relaxed posture that makes him seem confident but nonthreatening. His Scottish accent is still prevalent when he speaks though it has become less thick since he moved away from Scotland.

Personality:At a glance Jack is mild mannered, polite and fairly charming. He is always the first to advocate peaceful solutions over violence which often causes others to jibe and tease him but never hesitates to act when required. Despite his apparent nature Jack is one of the Black Riders top enforcers and never hesitates to do jobs that might be distasteful to others. He looks upon the gang as his family and has been with them since he was 18 years old. He earned his code name for being unchanging and uncompromising as rock, always remaining calm and collected even in dangerous and volatile situations.

Like's: Football (soccer), Long rides, His gang, drinking.
Dislike's:Cops, drugs and disrespectful people.

History:Jack grew up poor and practically parentless in Glasgow and spent much of his youth fighting and stealing to survive. His mother was an alcoholic and his father left her after she came home and attacked him In a drunken rage one night. Jack  ounced fro
Youth prisons and foster families until he was 14 where he made a living as a runner and
money collector for a small time street gang.  He learned to ride and repair bikes from one of the oldder guys in the crew and quickly fell in loving with riding. He completed his first hit at 15 and was surprised to find it liberating  but strangely unpleasant. He didnt exactly feel guilt but understood that be probably should have and after a few more hits began to slowly accept that it was simply how he was. At 16 he had saved  enough money to  buy a half decent bike and left Scotland for good. After travelling for a year he had little money left and found himself stranded with just his bike and hiss filthy and tattered leathers. Jack was caught stealing fuel from the Black Riders and was dragged in front of the gang to be punished. When dragged before them, he had kept impressively calm despite his bloodied and bruised body and the one who caught him reported that he had put up a good fight and refused to back down until he was eventually knocked out.

One of them suggested he should simply pay a large fine by working for them and the vote was surprisingly passed. He spent the next year or two doing any job he was told to and was allowed to sleep in one of the gang members shed. He proved himself dependable and gained favour when he took a bullet to the shoulder that was meant for Smoke during a random firefight. Since then he was accepted into the gang and slowly made his way to the rank of enforcer and earned his codename rock. He has always  been grateful to the Black Riders for taking him in and has since been unshakingly loyal to them. He was sad when saphire and some of the other members split but understood why they wanted to escape Smokes shadow.

Power: Remote bone manipulation; Jack has the ability to remotely move, break and even grow bone. The ability can be used to help or hinder others and he uses it rarely.

Power level: Very high

Limitations (3):
- He must be able to form a mental image of any targets requiring him to have  learly seen their face in person or in pictures.
- He can only use the ability in 50 meter radius
- He will feel the same pain as his victims  whilst his power is active though will not suffer the harm himself.
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Name:Wolfric Wroth
Type: Vampire
Age Appears:31
True Age:82, Born April 2nd 1939 Winchester, England
Race:Vampire
Clan:Daeva
Covenant:Invictus
Character Visual:Cillian Murphy


Personality:

When dealing with subjects and people of pleasure he is extremely relaxed and easy going and has often been accused of being too lackadaisical and lacking in presence for a of the Invictus. His particular vice is greed though he is a fan of each deadly sin other than sloth and gluttony. His particular weakness for greed is expressed from his nearly obsessive accumulation of wealth in order to fund the long climb up the ranks of Invictus. Despite his lust and greed for power he is not foolish enough to present too much of a threat to his peers and the relaxed and seemingly carefree nature he displays when not involved with business transactions acts as a form of camouflage of foolishness. His business skills are difficult to hide for long within each cty he visits yet his relaxed uncaring personality often helps to make others believe that he is largely ignorant to the political games being played by the other Kindred around him. Wolfric finds pleasure in manipulating humans by helping them achieve their dreams before ripping it away from them and watching their lives crumble. This particular activity is more about having control and enjoying himself more than obtaining any financial or material gain though it is sometimes a bi-product.

Wolfric enjoys displaying his wealth by throwing parties or social events. To his colleagues and acquaintances he is a fun and eccentric force of extravagance and is often asked to host or organize social functions to entertain, distract or entice important mortals in exchange for favours. Wolfric has also developed a taste for blue blood and much prefers to feed on the wealthy or powerful. His preferred method of feeding is by choosing a carefully selected thrall to feed from until he disposes of them or on rare occasions gives them the embrace.




Wolfric tries hard to never mix business and pleasure too much and has often refused to deal with even his oldest and closest friends unless absolutely necessary. Wolfric is much colder and logical when it comes to business transactions both personally and for Invictus. He will often manipulate mortals to get his way but is more than willing to use the stick more than the carrot. Organizing kidnappings, arson or blackmail are his bread and butter when it comes to enforcing business contracts and there is no level he will not stoop too to ensure he is paid what he is due. He is remarkably patient when executing these plans. On one occasion he has pursued the debt from a noble family through 3 generations before he was able to recover their debts and bankrupt them in the process. Wolfrics primary profession  has been as a personal banker and money lender to aristocratic and wealthy families as well as to the human and supernatural criminal underworld. Criminals tend to be remarkably pliable and useful for navigating mortal issues in exchange for financial recompensation. When it comes to business and pleasure he is equally cruel to mortals though he is more careful around other kindred and supernaturals.

Wolfric has supported the development of technology throughout the best part of the last century and no small part of his wealth has been gathered (and still gathering) money from investments into scientific and technological development. Occasionally he has backed some innovations that simply failed to achieve great acclaim but the gains have so far outweighed the losses. Wolfric does not often stand on ceremony unless tradition calls for it. He embraces the hierarchy in vampire society yet personally finds much of the pomp and ceremony to be mostly a waste of time.

Appearance:Wolfric has a slightly gaunt appearance with sunken cheeks and slightly sunken eyes that are grey blue in colour. His hair is medium length, light brown and a little curly at the ends though he tends to keep it well trimmed. He is approximately 175cm in height and weighs 165lbs. He appears to have a slight frame and often wears expensive tailored suits. The pale white shade of his skin since his rebirth further makes him seem unwell or sickly and average humans can find him a little off putting despite his relaxed demeanor and friendly smile. In recent years he made a habit of using very light shades of fake tan to take an edge off of his ghostly white appearance. The only indication of his age is within the eyes that have seen too much of the world and seem to measure, appraise and deconstruct whatever they are observing.


Distinguishing Features:Sunken cheeks and eyes that give the appearance that he doesn't eat often. His fingers appear slightly longer than normal.

Occupation:Personal banker, money lender and  dealer of black market goods.[In his circle of mortal colleagues and acquaintances].

History:Wolfric was born to a wealthy yet low ranking aristocratic family in England, 1939. From a young age he was taught to fight with sword, how to ride, hunt and all the other lessons necessary for becoming a member of the ruling elite. He was taught by private tutors at home and a lot of his education was inclined towards managing the families estates and etiquette. He was also taught how to court ladies in the correct manner and learned how to subtly manipulate those around him by watching his parents and the serving staff. His father, Lord William Wroth died during the war and  Wolfric fully inherited his fathers title at the age of 18 whilst being guided by his mother. Wolfric struggled against his mother for actual control of the family and their relationship deteriorated greatly in private. Wolfric married his first wife Angelica when he was 25, against the wishes of his mother. Mary was from a family of higher standing yet Wolfric's mother did not approve of him choosing to marry the third daughter when she had two elder and eligible sisters. He had attended the party with the intention to court  Elizabeth, the eldest daughter yet found himself much more attracted to Angelica. Just over a year after the marriage Angelica died during childbirth and his son died a few short days later. The death of his wife and child affected him greatly and he soon began frequent attendance of debauched and depraved private parties, losing himself in women, drink and drugs. He remarried an ill-suited woman named Mary a few years after Angelica had passed but he was cold towards his new spouse and it was not long before they realized they disliked each other immensely.

Wolfric soon grew bored of the parties and instead began focusing on his families position. His families standing had grown a  little yet it was not enough for Wolfric. He began using his money as a weapon against the other families by slowly buying there land and lending them sums of money they could not afford to repay. Each house that fell in standing formed another small step for Wolfric and he was startled to discover how exciting and exhilarating it was to watch those that had once looked down on him come begging at his feet. Another few years passed and Wolfric found himself with a vast fortune that he fought to keep away from his mothers hands. His wife had given birth to 3 children though Wolfric was not certain if any of them were his and he spared them little thought.

One night he was attending another boring social function as required by his station when his eyes were unexpectedly drawn to the face of a beautiful women named Claudia and he found himself smitten with her. He was at first unaware of what she was but after a few clandestine meetings he discovered the truth. He took little convincing to serve her, in fact Wolfric could barely think of a reason he shouldn't. Claudia offered a chance to leave his mortal worries behind and a way to keep his vast fortune forever. He served her loyally ensuring that she wanted for nothing and even let her feed to her hearts content on his family and staff. Claudia had a flair for the dramatic and enjoyed forcing others into sick and twisted scenarios that on occasion left them mentally or physically scarred. Wolfric would often be brought to watch these activities or 'performances' as she called them. Wolfric did not particularly enjoy these shows but would grit his teeth and watch rather than throw away his opportunity to become one of the kindred. It seemed strange to Wolfric that he himself was never chosen to take part in the twisted displays but he was not stupid enough to question his masters motives or desires. The relationship between Claudia and Wolfric was strange for him as he was often charged with leading her to parties, opera's or other social engagements but in reality she dictated every aspect of his life. She ever played the role of the demure and quiet yet beautiful wallflower.

His family slowly declined into ruin as he indulged Claudia and horded his wealth in private accounts, selling off land that had been owned by his bloodline for centuries. On a random night that had become ordinary in his new life Claudia chose to embrace him, he had received no indication or warning. It simply happened. The embrace itself was ecstasy itself, a mixture of pain and pleasure that drowned out all other sensations. During the kiss itself Wolfric found himself not caring whether she turned or simply killed him, it was the single most pleasurable experience of both his lives. When he next awoke he stalked his home, attuning to his new senses and looking for someone to help ease his hunger. His wife and children were away and the burning of the mansion  was written off as a great tradegy, several staff survived but several of the bodies were beyonf recognition. It was reported that Wolfric had surely died in the fire. Wolfric spent the next decade travelling Europe and learning to adapt to his newfound powers and life in the darkness. Once he had acclimatized sufficiently to his new life, Claudia introduced him to other members of Invictus before releasing him into the world to either prove himself worthy or die in the attempt.

The next few years he traveled around Asia and Africa, often grouping together with other kindred and attending parties or occasional visiting war zones to kill hapless humans at night. He took up practice with the sword again, preferring it over guns that some of the other kindred enjoyed playing around with. He found killing with a sword was much more beautiful and personal than a firearm. After Wolfric had his fill of blood and violence he journeyed to America and joined Invictus. Wolfric learned quickly and continued to increase his personal fortune whilst making friends with other wealthy mortals that he was surprised to discover that his kindred mentor had spurned and avoided. It was not long before an opportunity arose that allowed wolfric to make use of his humans contacts to take advantage of his teachers lack of interest in human affairs. He used his friends influence to create small layers of bureaucracy and law that steadily made it increasingly difficult for Wolfric's instructor to distribute resources and make investments within the local domain. His actions did not directly harm Invictus though it drew attention to his instructors inadequacy. Wolfric was soon promoted to replace his predecessor and shortly after the legal and bureaucratic problems seemed to dissapear. Wolfric is aware that most of the domain leadership was aware of his actions and was surprised that he seemed to have raised in their estimations rather than being punished, but he realized the attention was not entirely good and so began carefully cultivating his current facade.

Wolfric keeps his personal finances and business transactions separate from Invictus business though he has on occasion used his own financial position to assist the domains he worked in to stimulate industry and growth to increase the profitability of Invictus' investments. He has also used his own funds to protect and stabilize investments in times of financial crisis or making donations to the Invictus funds directly. The last four decades have been relatively quiet for Wolfric though he has on occasion used his political and financial influence in the human world to assist with any small issues in relation to the humans, this has included assisting a couple of cover ups when kindred have broken the masquerade. Wolfric had recently been sent to a new domain to apply his aprticular skills to  serve and it has been alluded that this is perhaps some fomr of test.



Family:

Lord William Wroth (Father): Deceased,
Lady Marianne Wroth (Mother): Deceased,
Lady Angelica Wroth (First wife):Deceased,
Unnamed Child (son): Deceased,
Lady Mary Wroth (Second wife): Deceased
Lord William Wroth (eldest son): 55
Elizabeth Stanmore (eldest daughter: 55
Jonathon Wroth (youngest son): 53



Likes:Parties, Music, business, money, travelling,
Dislikes: Italian cars, boredom, broken promises, conventional sports.


Thank you for taking the time to read this character concept. If you have any particular issues about the character please do not hesitate to discuss it with me and i will change things if you think they are inappropriate for your game. If its not what you are looking for then i wish all the best for you and your game :D. This character was taken from a previous game so can be adjusted if need be.
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Name (First and Last):Zobuhl Iroc
Class: Jedi Padawan

Race:Miraluka
Aligment:Jedi (Later rebellion)
Force Sensitive: Yes, high level of sensitivity.
Are you a Clone?: Yes/No/Unknown
**Note: Clones can be Force Sensitive
**I may allow Clones from other people as well!
Gear (Your a low leveled person, keep that in mind. Sith Apprenticies and Jedi Padawan may start with a Lightsaber. Sith may start with a Duel Lightsaber. I may allow 2 lightsabers. Keep in mind: Start with a lightsaber and being against the Empire/Sith is NOT a good idea!):
Skills Good With (3):
Skills Bad With (3):
Brief Background:
A post:

Name:Tenrai, Bloody Hand of the Hidden Mist


Age (20-30):27


Gender:Male


Kekkei Genkai:None


Personality: Tenrai is a ruthless and cruel individual that enjoys inflicting pain and spilling the blood of his enemies in the name of his god Jashin. Tenrai has a fairly sound strategic mind but often prefers to finish off his targets up close and personal, usually using his claws to rip them to bloody shreds. If he has the time Tenrai will often mutilate and scatter the bodies into ritualistic shapes that mirror his own tattoos and this has become something of a calling card for him. Tenrai is always up for a fight though he won't necessarily fight fair and is pretty much devoid of honour and will happily slaughter his opponents regardless of age, gender or occupation. When not on missions he is often training or hanging out with the Tanuki brothers and has little contact with his fellow ninja due in part to his beliefs and the fact that Kirigakure has tried hard to remove its extremely violent past reputation that Tenrai seems to have inherited. He smiles a lot but the effect is usually more frightening than calming on others and even other jounin feel uncomfortable around him.


Background: Tenrai has grown up in the hidden mist and lost his parents at an early age, his mother was chosen as a sacrifice to Jashin and his father died in a fishing accident. He was raised by a small secretive faction of followers of Jashinism and was taught that death was simply a form of worship when enacted correctly and in many cases was a reward for those that not know about Jashin's greatness. He received his first tattoos after graduating from the academy exam and was the first in the village to openly display his faith which caused a great deal of trouble for him which nearly cost him his position as a ninja. from early on in his time as a genin it was clear he was predisposed to violence and was a excellent candidate for the hunter-nin branch of the Anbu. At the age of 14 he was initiated as a hunter-nim on special dispensation and spent the next 10 years honing his skills and practicing his faith on missing nin from his village. At age 17 he was granted the rank of jounin but would remain with the hunter nin until he was 22. After officially leaving the hunter nin he began taking more regular missions and discovered the Tanuki clan caverns on his journey. The last few years he has helped teach taijutsu and weapon techniques at the academy as well as instructing a select few chunin on how to apply wind and water nature transformation to their weapons using chakra flow.


Appearance: Tenrai is fairly tall at 6"3 and has slightly tanned skin with medium length blonde hair and  blue  eyes. He is athletically muscular but appears slim at a glance considering his height.

He wears his forehead protector on hanging from his belt. He often wears a baggy red hoody like jacket that is left open at the front displaying the large tattoo that covers his upper chest and arms. He wears baggy grey trousers with the customary striped grey camo leg warmers that are popular in Kiri. On his waist he wear a belt covered in pouches that hold his ninja tools and a series of small holsters on the back to hold his claws and special kunai.

  His main weapon of choice are a pair of chakra enhanced triple bladed claws and he also favours the curved knife- like kunai favored by the hunter-nin.


Land of Water


Affinity: Water
            Wind
            Yin



Jutsus:
1 A Rank:
Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique

2 B-Rank:
Vacuum Sphere
Shadow Clone Technique

4-6 C-Rank:
Wind Release: Gale Palm
Wind Release: Sickle Weasel Technique
Water Release: Water Prison Technique
Summoning Technique
Yin Release: Sly Mind Affect Technique
Yin Release: Demonic Illusion: False Surroundings Technique

D-Rank:
Yin Release Technique: Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique
Hiding in Mist Technique
Mist Servant Technique
Temporary Paralysis Technique
Silent Killing technique

E-Rank:
substitution jutsu,
clone jutsu,
body flicker,
transformation jutsu


Other:Mirage Step: Able to utilize an incomplete body flicker to leave faint trailing after-images as he moves to disorientate the opponent whilst he engages them in close combat.

Chakra Flow
:Able to use his chakra to infuse his weapons with water or wind chakra nature to use techniques such as vacuum blade and rotating shuriken techniques.

Summoning Contract: Ninja Tanuki Clan. Tenrai has traveled to the secret underground caverns where a reclusive group of raccoon dog Sages live. Tenrai managed to survive the harrowing journey and outsmart many illusions and deadly traps set up by the Tanuki to ward off unwanted visitors. Tenrai found that he liked the playful and carefree temperament of the Tanuki clans younger members but found the ancient ones wisdom and rules to be stifling. He declined training in their sage arts as he was not ready to spend the time required in the caverns to learn. In the few months he spent with the Tanuki clan he became close friends with a young group of triplets that were around his age in the Tanuki life cycle and signed a contract with them before leaving.

Tenrai can summon each or all of the three brothers to help fight with him. The young Tanuki-Nin can become anthropomorphic due to their advanced transformation techniques, allowing them to use ninja tools. The brothers themselves are small compared to their elders and stand at an equal height with Tenrai. The eldest triplet is named Suijin, the middle brother is Raijin and the youngest brother is called Fujin. Each of the brothers are taijutsu fighters and experts at using clone and transformation techniques that are a lot more advanced than those used by average shinobi. The brothers are able to use chakra flow within their own bodies to enhance their strength as well as perform powerful transformation and clone techniques.

Techniques:
- Tanuki Clan Art: Strength in numbers: They are able to create solid clones similar to shadow clones that only disperse on receiving a fatal wound or until the technique is cancelled. the more clones they create the physically smaller they become. the smallest they can become is the size of a cat with approximately 10 clones.

- Tanuki Clan Art: Infinite Forms: the brothers can transform into a variety of inanimate or organic objects with much greater potency than normal ninja techniques can replicate. they can transform themselves or clones into weapons or armour in order to create a massively erratic pattern of attacks and combinations when fighting.

Personalities of the brothers will be added if approved.
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Name: Rikumaru Jin

Age:20

Gender:Male

Kekkei Genkai: Earth God's Domain
Earth God's Domain is a Kekkei Genkai that was first manifested by Jin's ancestor Rikumaru from which the family name was then taken. Rikumaru was one f the many disciples of the sage of six paths and had an amazing affinity with the earth, requiring no seals or gestures to move or manipulate the earth around her. She had several children that shared her affinity with earth and took them into seclusion into what would become the Land of Fire. As the new ninja culture was slowly grown and began to war with each other the Rikumaru clan remained hidden, honing their skills for times of peace. As the hidden villages were formed the Rikumaru clan began a tradition for adolescents to  travel the world on pilgrimages so that they could learn more of the world and better attune themselves with the earth as a whole. Whilst on the pilgrimage the young members of the clan would choose whether to return to the village and learn to fully unlock their Kekkei Genkai or to leave the clan and start a fresh life. Most chose to return but there was no enmity within the clan towards those that did not and the ones that left often joined the growing villages and there descendants often had powerful earth affinities. Many were drawn to the land of Earth and the Hidden Rock village. Several members of the clan also helped found the Fire Temple and integrated its methods of teaching with the clans culture.

The Kekkei Genkai itself allows the user to manipulate the properties of the earth itself allowing for strange and powerful techniques to be created. It also protects the user from earth based techniques within a 3 meter radius of them (if a technique has been used outside of this radius it will not be affected even if it enters this area). Those who master the kekkei genkai require no seals to perform earth techniques and can freely control the earth with simple gestures or thoughts. Jin's second affinity to water has guided his manifestation of the Earth God's Domain and he is able to freely change the density of the earth by softening or hardening solid rock to flow like water allowing for techniques unique to him. Unlike mud techniques the earth does not actually become liquid and remains solid despite being able to flow around objects and behave like water. Jin can change the density of the earth in his techniques at will to either make the earth lighter or heavier as he chooses. Due to this ability Jin is able to use many water jutsu with earth and rock instead of water, e.g. Jin could use syrup capturing field which would flow around the opponents legs or torsos trapping them in solid rock once the technique is released.

Personality: Jin is fairly cheerful and optimistic about most things and is usually content to take orders from others around the village as he sees it as his duty to help others and further foster cooperation and peace. Jin does not enjoy killing and will avoid doing so if possible but will not hesitate if it is deemed unavoidable. Jin holds great respect for the earth and creatures upon it and aspires to one day become a sage and protector as well as  spending the rest of his days unlocking the earths secrets and passing on the knowledge to a few worthy disciples. Jin himself is a vegetarian as most of his clan are and this is linked  to his dislike of killing other creatures. Though Jin does not approve of eating meat himself he never questions or feels disdain for those that do. Despite his kind and cheery outside appearance Jin has a terrifying rage when triggered and has twice gone on a rampage outside the village to vent his anger, the result of which took several days to repair the damaged buildings,roads and landscape.

Background: Jin grew up within the confines of his clans village hidden inside an artificial mountain in the Land of Fire. The clan lived a fairly monastic life eschewing needless comfort and luxuries in order to strengthen their mind, body and spirit as well as creating a more substantial connection to the earth and rock. After displaying signs of his Kekkei Genkai at an early age, Jin was sent to train in the lowest level of the village deep in the bottom of the mountain where the rock was warm from the lava flows beneath. Jin was trained in the use of his Kekkei Genkai from a young age and was selected for a new experimental pilgrimage at the age of 10. Each of the chosen children would travel to a hidden village with the usual pilgrimage but would remain, train and serve as a ninja for each village. They would pass information on via the pilgrimages regarding the state of the ninja world as well as passing on new techniques or skills that would benefit the clan. in order to choose which village the children would join each of them drew lots. Jin pulled the village hidden in the leaves and set off on his journey. After 5 years he had successfully gained the rank of chunin and had been on many successful missions and a few failed ones. Just two years later he advanced to the rank of Jounin and has now been deemed ready to lead a team of his own. Jin resides in the village and occasionally teaches at the academy when he isn't training or on a mission.



Appearance: Jin is 5'11 tall and weighs 85kg. His body type is lean and muscular without being too bulky with a very slight tan skin coloration. He has long shaggy hair that is an earthy red colour and bright green eyes. Jin has a small mount of stubble on his chin but very little hair on his body or the rest of his face. There are two large healed scars on his left cheek. Jin wears a pair of baggy brown trousers that are slightly similar to hakama in appearance which is held up with a light brown belt. he wears a chain vest and sleeveless white keikogei over that. His arms and legs are bound in white bandages that stops at his fingers and toes. On his feet he wears green geta sandals and has small polished stone mala prayer beads wrapped around each forearm. His headband is attached to the front of a takuhatsugasa that is either worn on his head or hanging on his back. The takuhatsugasa is reinforced on the inside with steel wire allowing it to be used as a shield or thrown weapon. Around Jins neck is a larger set of  stone mala prayer beads bound with wire.

Appearance:


Land of:Land of Fire

Affinity: Earth, Water

Jutsu:
1 A-Rank:
Raigō: Senjusatsu (Welcoming Approach:Thousand-Armed Murder)
The technique is activated when the user takes a specific stance with their left hand making a half-ram and then extending their right hand down with his palm parallel to the ground. Once the stance is taken, the spirit of the Thousand-Armed Kannon is summoned to defend the user, or attack their enemies. The spirit is normally calm, angelic and looks peaceful. However, whenever the user gets angry, the spirit turns red and transforms into a demonic-looking creature. Kannon then attacks the user's target with its 1000 spirit fists. The size and power of the spirit is dependent upon the skill of the user.

2 B-Rank:
Doton: Kajūgan no Jutsu (Earth Style: Weighted Boulder Jutsu)
The enemy's mobility is diminished, as the person is crushed by gravity — and in some cases exhibit petrification-like symptoms and then began to crumble.When this technique is applied to the user it decreases their speed, but the increased weight drastically improves their strength.

Doton: Keijūgan no Jutsu (Earth Style: Lightened Boulder Jutsu)
This technique reduces one's gravity, making it much lighter. The atmosphere, along with their body, can be lightened in order to take flight and increasing their maneuverability. With enough practice, the user can control their flight through the sky with specific bodily movements. However, a consequence of using this technique on oneself or another individual is a decrease in the physical force of the affected person's attacks.

4 C-Rank:
Suiton:Suirō no Jutsu (Water Style: Water Prison Technique)
This technique is used to trap a victim inside a virtually inescapable sphere of water. The only downside to this technique is that the user must keep at least one arm inside the sphere at all times in order for the victim to remain imprisoned. This technique requires a sufficient amount of water, which can be provided by expelling it from one's mouth. Once trapped the target is unable to move or breathe while within it due to the heaviness of the water. Because of the density of the water it can be used, to a limited extent, for defensive purposes if performed on oneself. It can also be stored in scrolls as traps. Water clones can be used in preparation for the technique, which block an opponent's attack and trap the attacker in the prison using the clone's own water.

Suiton:Mizurappa (Water Style:Trumpet)
Water gushes from the user's mouth like a waterfall and washes away the enemy. One can freely control the power of this technique with the amount chakra one releases.

Rakanken (Arhat Fist)
This style of combat focuses on simple physical attacks such as palm strikes, shoulder thrusts, knee strikes, and punches utilizing the users strength to cause massive damage to the opponent. The techniques seem simple or basic yet with enough practice they can be used to perform a nonstop barrage of attacks that enable the user to attack with virtually any part of their body.

Doton: Retsudo Tenshō (Earth Style: Tearing Earth Turning Palm)
This technique causes the ground surrounding the enemy to spiral inwards on itself, burying them alive or crushing them. This technique is capable of causing quite a bit of damage to the area. This technique is much more damaging if used in rocky mountainous areas, or inside a cave.

D-Rank:
Shunshin no Jutsu (Body Flicker Technique)
By using the Body Flicker Technique, a ninja can move short to long distances at an almost untraceable speed. To an observer, it appears as if the user has teleported. It is accomplished by using chakra to temporarily vitalize the body and move at extreme speeds. The amount of chakra required depends on the overall distance and elevation between the user and the intended destination. A puff of smoke is occasionally used to disguise the user's movements. Other elements or substances can be used instead to distract the opponent

Doton: Shinjū Zanshu no Jutsu (Earth Style:Double Suicide decapitation Technique)
This technique conceals the user underground and drags the object of their attack down into the earth, robbing them of their freedom, leaving them completely unable to move after they're underground. In addition, they can start another attack. This technique is normally used for torture, by cutting into the enemy's neck after it was used.

Kasumi Jūsha no Jutsu (Mist Servant Technique)
This genjutsu creates eerie black ninja illusions, which appear one by one from trees and rocks, and then corners the enemy. Their movements are somehow slow, but when attacked they multiply, and in this way they appear like ghosts inhabiting the mist. Kunai knives are added to this technique, by throwing them to match illusions movement, making them seem real. As the clones continue to multiply rapidly, the victim will eventually be worn down.

Magen: Narakumi no Jutsu (Demonic Illusion: Hell-Viewing Technique)
This is a genjutsu that reveals the fears that dwell inside people's hearts. Everyone has an image of the one thing they wouldn't want to ever see. This genjutsu is a technique that draws forth such an image from within the heart and has one mistake it for reality. First, an imaginary circle of leaves will spin around and envelop the target, falling away shortly after. After a short period, the illusion will begin. This is to make the illusion more convincing, since the user will likely have moved before the illusion sets in. If the mental image is a gruesome one, the shock will be accordingly great.

Kanashibari no Jutsu (Temporary Paralysis Technique)
A technique that physically restrains an opponent, as if the opponent had been tied in invisible steel ropes. It debilitates the victim for a short period of time, which allows the user to either strike again, or take the target into custody. This is a D-rank ninjutsu where the intensity will vary greatly according to the user's level of skill. The technique can also be cast on every target at once, depending on the user's skill, and won't fail a shinobi during their missions.

Kirigakure no Jutsu (Hiding in Mist Technique)
The Hiding in Mist Technique is a speciality of the ninja from Kirigakure, where one causes a mist to spring forth by either lifting up water from a pre-existing source, or expelling water from their mouth.[2] They can then go in and out of sight at will from within the pearly-white realm. The mist's thickness is controlled by the amount of chakra kneaded into it. It cannot fool the Byakugan, but, due to the mist being created with the user's chakra, any Sharingan and Rinnegan-user will see the mist coloured by their opponent's chakra — which will effectively hide the user from the dōjutsu.

Genjutsu:Kai (Illusionary Techniques:Release)
This "genjutsu dissipation" can be done by the victim themselves. The user must disrupt their flow of chakra in order to break the technique (assuming they realise they're under a genjutsu's influence) or an ally who emits chakra into them.

E-Rank:
Kawarimi no Jutsu (Substituion Technique)
With this technique, users replace their own body with some other object, generally with a block of wood, the moment an attack lands. This creates an optical illusion, making the enemy think the attack was successful. From this, the user can use the lapse in the enemy's attention to attack or flee from the battlefield. Explosive tags can be attached to the replacement for an added surprise. Despite it being a basic ninjutsu taught at the Academy, it is seen as a useful art that can be applied in variety of situations as it allows for a swift getaway from danger. The technique even allows a restrained shinobi to escape capture.

Kakuremino no Jutsu (Cloak of Invisibility Technique)
This technique allows a ninja to take a cloak or a piece of cloth to blend into an object, making them invisible.

Bunshin no Jutsu (Clone Technique)
A ninjutsu that creates an intangible copy of one's own body, without any substance. Since the clone itself doesn't have the ability to attack, and thus can only be used to confuse the enemy, it is mainly used in combination with other ninjutsu. It's a basic technique, but depending on one's ingenuity, it can be used effectively. The clones may not dissipate when they come into contact with something. These clones can be easily distinguished by persons with dōjutsu. A person with normal eyes can also distinguish the clones from the original, since the clones do not have shadows and will not disrupt the area around themselves with their movement (i.e. won't kick up dust, crush grass, etc.).

Henge no Jutsu (Transformation Technique)
It is typically used to change into people other than oneself, but one also has the ability to change into animals, plants, and even inanimate objects like weapons. The transformation of a skilled shinobi will be exactly like the genuine article, so it will be impossible to tell the two apart. On the other hand, a transformation performed by an inexperienced person will have obvious discrepancies. It will be impossible to deceive anyone with it. This is one of the most basic ninjutsu, as such most shinobi know how to perform it.

Nawanuke no Jutsu (Rope Escape Technique)
A basic technique taught at the Academy. It allows a ninja to free themselves if they have been tied up.

Other:
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Name: The Rhuidean Theocracy

The Ruidean Theocracy was once  the kingdom of Shardaad until a widespread religious faction overthrew the nations monarchy and government before enacting a great purge upon all other religious or dissident factions in a holy war that would later be referred to as the great enlightenment. The great enlightenment took place 50 years before the present day and the Ruidean Theocracy has grown to become a highly influential force in the political arena. Despite their weak military they have a fanatical populace and their religion has spread to other nations with varying levels of success. So far they have not been attacked  due to the threat of political or violent uprisisngs within their own country as well as the fact that conquering the theocracy would likely require wiling out most of the population leaving little to actually rule. The location is bordered by several countries to the south and barren wastes to the north, the country itself is roughly oblong  in shape with its main resources being quarried  stone, precious gems and rare timber. The population of the Ruidean Theocracy is small and it relies upon the dedication of its followers as well as a series of specialized cults and a system of strict shift rotations and rotas that allow the small population to utilize their time as efficiently as possible.

Arms: Standing army  is small but the majority of the population are part of the voluntery army if required. D20

Charisma/ Culture: The Ruidean Theocracy governs with the power of faith and the conviction with which it is delivered. The country itself was forged from the once small religion that was considered little more than a cult and within 50 years has become the cornerstone of the nations success. With certainty of faith comes an unwaivering confidence and will. Few nations have ever had such total adoration and love from the populace. D6

Population: After the great enlightenment that established the Ruidean Theocracy as a nation, the population was small but the has been steadily growing. D20

Technology: Despite having been founded on religious beliefs, the teaching of Ruidean Theocracy encourage the development of technology, attributing each new discovery as a blessing from the gods. D12

Intrigue: The Ruidean Theocracy has a powerful and extensive network of spies and assasins that are charged wiith the holiest of
Missions, protecting the faith. All citizens born after the great enlightenment are heavily indoctrinated in the faith with many being randomly selected as agents regardless of age or social class. There are a great deal of sleeper agents and spies situated in other nations. No one cult withn the Theocracy has control over the network and only the 7 prophets have access to all of the information at any one time.  D8

Luck: The Rhuidean Theocracy are guided  by the will of the gods, they believe that if the gods will something to be, it shall come to pass. D8

D e s c r i p t i o n
The streaks of grey hair upon his head betray him as a man past his prime and the weariness in his countenance and his eyes do little to dissuade this notion. His abnormally pale skin is often hidden by a thin layer of grime and dirt that naturally gathers when constantly travelling. Though he is slightly taller than average he will usually be picked out of a crowd by the presence of his over sized great sword Caladbolg slung across his back. Whilst travelling he wears an ornate suit of armour carved with  runes and script from various old languages. The armour is obviously of the best quality despite its lack of polish and the multitude of scratches and scars that tell of an eventful past. Across the shoulders of the armour is an unnaturally large wolf pelt with the large beasts head hanging down his back like a hood. Over the armour he wears a great black hooded cloak that is ragged and frayed at the edges, obscuring his armour and face.

When not travelling Cathrain will simply wear a dark chain mail and leather vest with Caladbolg's harness over the top. He is rarely seen without Caladbolg on his back. despite his aged appearance his physique is still impressive with his whole body covered in corded muscle earned from a lifetime of battle and hard labour. At a glance it is clear that he cares little about grooming or his personal appearance in general, Caladbolg stands out further as it harness and the blade seem to be kept impeccably clean and oiled. His torso and arms are a mass of scars both large and small and there are several faint scars on his brow, nose and cheeks. His gray eyes are cold, ageless and carry the full weight of his years in each stare. It takes a particularly stubborn or brave person to match his stare for long. Perhaps what is most strange about him is that despite the presence of Caladbolg and his armour, he doesnt appear to carry a particularly threatening or violent demeanor and is often friendly and polite though short spoken.

G i f t s

Master of War: Cathrain has lived and fought on countless battlefields both great and small. He has an innate and instinctual understanding of battlefield and is able to easily read enemy movements as well as the shifts and changes in battle. His battlefield experience is unparalleled and allows him to direct armies or skirmishes with a great deal of proficiency.

Wolf Brother: Cathrain  always had a bond with wolves even before he was turned but it was only after his change that he began to truly understand them. He has spent several lifetimes surrounded by wolf packs and has learned to speak with them in their own tongue. Throughout the years he has fought beside many wolf companions and is able to integrate with packs without having to rely purely on his influential abilities. In the past he has had several close relationships with werewolves due in part, to his affinity and understanding of wolves. [This gift has no impact on Werewolves]

Body and Blade as One: Though Cathrain has tried almost any practical weapon available, none have managed to match the beauty and perfection he finds in the art of the sword. He has devoted himself to sword fighting above all other weapons in order to achieve the highest possible level of skill. In battle Cathrain seemingly dances around his enemies, barely appearing to move or extend effort as his enemies fall dead to the ground in his wake. His fighting style is of his own creation and utilizes perfect balance paired with precise control over the momentum of the blade to perform attacks that has in the past left people in a state of shock for a few seconds before registering what they have actually just seen. the style he has created was once jokingly described as 'sword juggling'

W e a k n e s s e s

Vampire: Being a vampire he suffers from all of their inherent weaknesses such as sunlight, crosses and holy water.

Pride goeth before destruction: Not too long ago he found himself perilously close to the final death and lost everything he had built but the armour and sword that he was able to drag from the burning remains of his castle. The sight of all his accomplishments turning to ash in front of his eyes broke something in him and he has lost nearly any trace of arrogance or self respect which in part is the cause of his ragged appearance. Cathrain now suffers from self doubt and is held back by a general wariness of his surroundings making it very hard for him to trust others or accept aid without being subject to a price. Furthermore he has become more reclusive and lost much of his charisma.

Seen too much :Having lived so long means that he has experienced many wild and bizarre events that have left him jaded and he has also grown accustomed to witnessing acts of atrocity or kindness to a point where it barely registers with him on any emotional level. As he is rarely surprised or invested in events around him in his life (or lack there of) this has made him somewhat distant and apathetic to the people around him. He sometimes feels an acute sense of loneliness and wanderlust to seek out the fate of old friends and even old enemies which can easily distract him from his goals.

P e r s o n a l i t y
Cathrain has been worn down by centuries of existence and above all else epitomizes stoicism as he continues to survive in an ever shrinking and dangerous world for his kind. He is very patient and tolerant by nature. His emotional connection and empathy towards those he does not know personally is virtually non existent yet the occasional glimmer of heroism or anger has survived the years and he will on occasion help out others in need or in rarer cases lash out violently. He is wary of humans, especially those that are affiliated with the church and dislikes their agents in particular. He likes to think he is weary of fighting and warring but deep down knows he never feels more alive than when in battle. He does not judge people quickly and is slow to trust but is completely loyal to those that he does. He is a straight talker and does not bandy words without a good cause leading him to seem unapproachable despite his often polite demeanor.



H i s t o r y

Where it all began
Cathrain was born into a small pagan tribe on the island that would one day be named Britannia by its eventual invaders and conquerors. His early life was fairly standard as he helped tend the small herds of livestock, collecting firewood and general chores shared by the tribes children. He also trained to hunt and fight with a sword by his father. When he came of age he began to participate in the tribal skirmishes that often took place in the summer months. The years passed by and he married and children that in turn had children of their own, when he was 30 he had become the chief of the tribe by passing a trial of strength and endurance before being elected and anointed by the village elders and the druids. In his thirty fith year, rumours of a strange creature began to circulate through the nearby tribes. Tales told of a strange man clad in rags, moving by night and attacking anyone that strayed too far from the light of their fires. At first the stories were dismissed by many but eventually all within the tribes had become unsettled and many claimed to have spotted the creature. A moot was called among the local tribes and it was agreed that each would send two warriors to track and slay the creature.

Cathrain himself volunteered to lead the hunt and none of the other tribal chiefs protested, he was a capable warrior and should he fail the others would have one less skilled fighter to face during the war season. They spent five days walking at a hard pace, making sure to be well hidden before the sun had fully set. As the moon rose high and full on the evening of the sixth day they spotted the creature before lighting torches and charging it as a group. Cathrain was shocked to discover that the creature was in fact a feral man with long claw like nails and eyes that reflected eerily like mirrors in the light of the flames. the fighting was swift and brutal with three of the party killed and two wounded before Cathrain's cut to the creatures hamstring provided another warrior to deal the creature a killing blow. The swords and armour of the fallen were gathered (good iron and strong leather were two valuable to be burnt with the bodies). A hasty pyre was constructed whilst the feral mans body was left in a shallow grave unmarked grave.

Ten years later the creature reappeared and had become bolder, attacking entire families as they slept and draining them of blood. Though no longer young, Cathrain was determined to see the creature killed again and, first the group located the feral mans grave but instead found a small burial site. As they began digging they discovered the bodies of several families that had gone missing, each family in a different state of decay and in shallow graves as if left there to mock the hunters efforts. the next night the creature attacked without warning and only three warriors survived the battle with Cathrain himself piercing the monsters heart with his blade before cutting open his stomach. The body was this time buried deep and had a granite slab placed above the grave with chiseled runes provided by the druids to seal away the creatures evil spirit.

Nearly a decade passed and Cathrain had passed on his duties as chief to his son. his wife had died two years previously in a particularly harsh winter and he found himself often traversing the woods where he spent a great deal of time watching a small pack of wolves. At first they were very wary of hi presence but eventually grew to accept him so long as he did not draw to close. Occasionally one or two inquisitive pups would venture his way and Cathrain would play with them carefully so as not too seem a threat. He left the woods as the sun began to set and as he did most nights, looked in the direction where the monster was buried. As he approached the village the sound of wailing and shouts of outrage could be heard from the direction of his home. He arrived to find his sons family ripped apart and left in the street amongst the corpses of many villagers, the few survivors were worn and bloody, many of which in the throes of shock, rage or grief.

Cathrain  retrieved his old sword from his sons dead hands before donning his armour and gathering several short throwing spears as well as his bow and a small quiver of precious arrows. He saddled a horse and rode hard into the night. In two days time he found the granite slabbed flipped onto its side and a small hole leading from the grave. He fell to his knees in a moment of despair, tears freely falling down his face and wondered what he had done to displease the gods that they would send such a allow creature to exist and torment him. As the sun began to set he became aware of a soft chuckling noise from the trees nearby, followed by the sound of tree bark being scratched by a blade or perhaps by claws. Cathrain considered letting the creature simply kill him but the thought brought forth a great rage upon him as he stood and faced the spreading darkness in the trees. As his shadow lengthened and dissapeared he drew his sword and screamed a rage filled war cry as the last rays of light were swallowed by the night.

Thinking back on that night, Cathrain remembers very little of the fight itself other than flashes of pain and the feel of his sword striking flesh, at some point the sword had fallen and he had been left to fight with a short throwing spear. His final recollection of that night was of a wheezing laugh and a sharp pain in his neck before feeling warmth spread down his shoulder as his body began to tremble and shake. the laughter became more clear and more cruel. He couldn't remember picking up the splintered shaft of the spear but with a final surge of strength he drove the wood into the creatures chest. The laughter stopped and he felt a moment of peace fall over him as the creature screamed, the scream gave him new strength and Cathrain found purchase on his sword and hacked the creatures head off in three rough and wild swings and was rewarded with a spray of warm blood across his face and tired arms. Finally he collapsed. When he next awoke he it was to a world of burning. The sun had begun to rise and single ray of beautiful light scorched his flesh an ugly red colour. in fear he ran to the grave and dove into the recently disturbed earth frantically clawing at the walls with a newfound strength he could not understand until there was only the cool darkness of the earth and blessed sleep. He didn't know how he knew the sun had gone down but he awoke and knew it was safe to leave the grave. He clawed his way out of the earth and beheld a world that was so familiar yet so different. He felt a deep, disturbing hunger and unknowingly took his first monumental steps as a vampire that would lead him to a world more vast than he could ever have imagined.

[Rest of the history is a WIP]
The Fall

A little over 300 years ago Cathrain found himself in a position of power and influence. After years of scheming and fighting he had cultivated his own vampire clan and as it grew in strength so did he grow prideful and arrogant, considering himself to be a true immortal he made enemies in all races believing in the superior strength of his clan and was often fighting. His hubris and arrogance made him dismissive of the steadily rising strength of his enemies until it was too late.]

T r i v i a & F u n S t u f f

♦ Cathrain currently travels with a large docile black wolf that he has raised from a pup.

♦ He likes to collect coins from years where particularly interesting things happened as keepsakes and to help him more accurately recall the vast passages of time.

♦ Surprisingly a good dancer (when not wearign armour or his sword caladbolg) and on rare occasion even sings (though he isnt very good at the latter)

♦ Cathrain used metal from a hundreds of small fallen stars that he had found/bought to forge his sword Caladbolg which with its strange black colouring earned Cathrain the nickname "Black fang" around 5 centuries ago.
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Gabriel
Character Name:Nathaniel  Aguado

Character Position: Pirate Captain
One Line Character Concept:Handsome and  cruel pirate with a penchant for torturing and slaughter.

Physical Description of Character: Nathaniel is young, barely into his twenties and is incredibly handsome and charming. Some time ago a rumour began that his looks came from his  mother and that she was a siren. His copper skin is flawless and is stretched across a lithe and athletic frame that could be described as statuesque. His immaculate clothes display a style that indicates he may have once been a pirate or perhaps is simply mimicking the fashion. He carries a matching pair of exotic, wicked and ornate swords decorated in gold and silver with gold etching running the length of the blades.
Occupation:Pirate Captain and brothel owner on Skull Island.
Personality:
Fears:
Goals:
Motivations:

Player Questions
Have you read and understood the game rules?:
How often can you post?:
Timezone:

Writing Sample
Please provide an in-character response to the following prompt:
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Name:Wolfric Solomon

Nickname/Title: Sphazó Zaev

Age:36

Birthplace:London

Sexuality:Heterosexual

Play-By: Tom Hiddleston

Occupation:Head of the Big Smoke Syndicate

Physical Description:

Height: 6"2
Weight: 79Kg

Distinguishing Features:
- Callused knuckles and hands.
- Bullet wound scar on his left shoulder.
- Linear scars criss-crossing his back.


Personality Description:
Wolfric Solomon is a stoic and careful man that is rarely prone to taking risks. He is capable of great acts of cruelty and violence does not particular enjoy ordering or performing such acts, viewing it as a simple necessity in his profession. In his world weaknesses in others are to be exploited but weakness in ones self is to be hidden or destroyed at all costs. He views the world in a very black and white way between those that are strong and those that are weak and believes that everyone falls into one of those categories. His success is largely due to his brutalist outlook on life and his unwillingness to compromise. He is not particularly dour as one might think and enjoys mixing with high society and can often be found at parties and social events hosted by rich or powerful individuals. He is not entirely without charm yet he always exudes a predator like demeanor, often seeming to appraise and measure people with his eyes.

Characters History: [Tell us about your character, his/her family, details. At least 2 paragraphs]

Goals:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Writing Sample: [Intro post from another game.]
The black bentley sped past a sign indicating that Fallen Woods was 7 Kilometers ahead, the driver barely even glanced at the sign but instead kept his eyes firmly on the road, trying desperately not to look in the rear view mirror. Wolfric smiled in amusement from the plush leather interior of the back seats as the driver couldn't resist sneaking furtive glances at him through the mirror. Wolfric was bored from the journey and had whittled away some of the time by occasionally allowing his natural form to become obscured in the mirror image, the driver would do a double take and see his passenger looking as solid as ever. it was a small and perhaps petty game but it helped keep Wolfric amused and if he were truly honest it helped calm his nerves slightly. He had been acquainted with Johannes decades before and it had not been a particularly pleasant experience. Johannes was a poster child for a stereotypical member of Invictus, brilliant in his own way yet brash and arrogant with a deep rooted love for power. Many of these were indeed considered virtues within Invictus yet Wolfric could not help but feel that Johannes sense of self worth had become bloated and distended by his recent promotion to Prince, it could not be denied that his methods were effective however. regardless of his personal thoughts on his new Prince, Wolfric would serve as he always did, loyally and effectively whilst subtly grasping at opportunities to expand his influence and wealth.

The kindred sighed as he swirled the red liquid in his brandy glass and softly inhaled the scent of the contents. The vintage was from excellent stock, she came from very old money with little dilution from what passed as an aristocracy in the USA. 23 years old and perfectly formed, Wolfric felt a flash of regret that he had killed her before leaving his last residence. Finding good quality blood was harder and harder these days. He took a shallow sip and savored the taste as he licked several stray drops across his fangs before allowing himself to swallow the sweet nectar of life. As the town came into view in the distance he drained the glass and dabbed his lips gently with a small pocket kerchief which he carefully folded and returned to his suit pocket. He was sated for now and awaited the rush of senses that would soon overtake him. His senses were working at their peak and he felt every vibration from the engine pass over him like a wave of sensation, he could feel the tires grip and skid across the tarmac as well as smelling the noxious fumes drifting through the air conditioning unit.

He opened his eyes as the car slowed and entered the town. Buildings flashed by and Wolfric began analyzing each business and property they passed, viewing potential investments or threats to expansion that would have to be crushed. A short while later the car slowed to a halt outside of a club with a sign displaying 'Valhalla' outside. From the riotous din that humans referred to as music it was clearly a night club of some sort and Wolfric restrained himself from grimacing, personally he preferred a good state house or governmental building to conduct business in. The driver stepped out and smoothly opened the passenger door, keeping his eyes to the ground. "We have arrived at your destination Sir." Wolfric stepped out smoothly barely resting his weight on the ornate cane he carried at his side. The cane appeared to be made of polished black ebony with a small silver tip at the bottom, the handle at the top of the cane had a small ruby carved into the shape of a rose with small emerald vines and thorns wrapped around the first hand span of the handle. Wolfric's hand grasped the cane firmly without putting any weight on it. Strangely the cane seemed to suit him and if anything added to his graceful stature as he walked. He handed the driver a small envelope sealed with the Invictus symbol impressed into the black wax seal. On the pinkie of his left hand he wore a signet ring matching the same symbol that was on the envelope. The ring was large and appeared to be made from carved ivory, sat in a base of jet.

He walked into the building and approached the doors to the second level as he was stopped by the guards. He produced a small letter and allowed the guard to read it for a moment. The burly neonate reached the end of the page before hesitating a moment and handing back the letter, gesturing for the Wolfric to be allowed through. Wolfric strode into the elevator and through the reception area before straightening himself and brushing off his suit a little. He blinked slowly and blocked out the music as best he could before entering the throne room. He strode in with back straight, eyes forward and his cane tucked tightly under his right arm, the very picture of a nobleman entering a royal court. When he was 10 paces from the throne he bent down on one knee and bowed his head downward in an act of uniform subservience. "I, Wolfric Wroth, kneel before His Majesty the Prince Johannes and do so swear an oath to serve him in good faith and to the best of my ability serve the domain he holds in the name of Invictus. May the true death take me immediately should i fail this oath." Wolfric's voice was clear and carried an emotional force behind it that very nearly sounded as though he was entirely happy to be making such a powerful oath before Johannes and the present members of his court. Wolfric kept his head bowed, awaiting a command to rise as was proper for a first greeting and oath making. He did well to keep from sighing at the pointless theatrics and simply played his role as was expected. Some formalities were simply unavoidable.
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Name: Inja Godai

I write this to confirm that i am required to write 4 IC posts per week as a MINIMUM.

I write this to confirm that i am required to write only 1 IC post as a MAXIMUM.




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BROTHER Phesan Yilani

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Chapter Demeanor    : History of Pragmatism
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Name: Boomchucker (Boomer to his friends)

Race: Goblin

Class:Alchemist (Fire Bomber) Rogue (Underground Chemist)

Age:16

Concept: An Urban, Lawful Evil Alchemist.

Sample Writing:

Boomer was content, and unlike most of his kind he actually understood what the word meant. He twitched excitedly as he brewed his latest concoctions in the small wooden shack situated in the dark recesses of a filth covered alley. The shaky structure of mismatched wood was held together by bucketfuls of rusty nails and grim determination, yet for Boomer it was a place of work, rest and maniacal laughter. He watched the brewing potions with a fanatical fervor, counting each drop carefully and showing amazing self control for a goblin. A loud series of knocks shook the shack a little and Boomer released a torrent of goblin curses as he quickly sealed the various glass instruments that he used to brew his liquid fire. He snatched an already completed bomb and slammed the door open raising the bomb high and shouting up at the incredibly rude person. The fact that the intruder was easily double his size didn't seem to perturb him in the slightest. he switched to the common tongue.

"What you want longshanks? Got nothing better to do than spoil Boomer's hard work? Speak up quick or i'l feed my special friend to you!"

The plain looking human hastily passed over a letter sealed with cheap wax bearing a rather misshapen insignia that could have been either a cat or some kind bird. Boomer lowered the bomb and clipped it back in place at his belt. With a sharp nail he broke the wax seal and quickly read the letter. When he had a finished an unsettling grin spread across his face, revealing his razor sharp fangs menacingly. "Well you get to leave un-burned this time dogwife. Be more careful next time or i might be adding you to my meat stores."

He dismissed the human and went back into his shack, pausing in the door to give the frame a little push and watch how much it shook. Apparently happy with the level free moving motion he entered and rubbed his hands gleefully. The job he had just be given would need a lot of explosions, and who was better than Boomchucker for that?.


Thanks for taking the time to read my RTJ. If there are any issues or questions you would to ask then feel free to PM for discussion :D.

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• Fire Affinity: Ifrit sorcerers with the elemental (fire) bloodline treat their Charisma score as 2 points higher for all sorcerer spells and class abilities. Ifrit spell casters with the Fire domain use their domain powers and spells at +1 caster level.
• Darkvision: Ifrits can see perfectly in the dark up to 60 feet.

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Slayer
• Studied Target: A slayer can study an opponent he can see as a move action. The slayer then gains a +1 bonus on Bluff, Knowledge, Perception, Sense Motive, and Survival checks attempted against that opponent, and a +1 bonus on weapon attack and damage rolls against it. The DCs of slayer class abilities against that opponent increase by 1. A slayer can only maintain these bonuses against one opponent at a time; these bonuses remain in effect until either the opponent is dead or the slayer studies a new target.
  If a slayer deals sneak attack damage to a target, he can study that target as an immediate action, allowing him to apply his studied target bonuses against that target (including to the normal weapon damage roll).
• Accuracy: At 1st level, a sniper halves all range increment penalties when making ranged attacks with a bow, crossbow, or firearm.
• Slayer Talent: Ranger combat style; Point Blank Shot: You get a +1 bonus on attack and damage rolls with ranged weapons at ranges of up to 30 feet.
• Deadly Range: When the sniper makes an attack against a target who is within his weapon’s first range increment and completely unaware of his presence, that attack ignores the 30 foot range limit on ranged sneak attacks, and if it is a sneak attack, he adds his sniper level as a bonus on his sneak attack damage roll. After this first attack, the target is aware of the sniper’s presence.
  
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• Eschew Materials: You can cast many spells without needing to utilize minor material components.
  Benefit: You can cast any spell with a material component costing 1 gp or less without needing that component. The casting of the spell still provokes attacks of opportunity as normal. If the spell requires a material component that costs more than 1 gp, you must have the material component on hand to cast the spell, as normal.
• Bloodline Powers (Elemental: Fire):One of the four elements infuses your being, and you can draw upon its power in times of need. At first level, you must select one of the four elements: air, earth, fire, or water. This choice cannot be changed. A number of your abilities grant resistances and deal damage based on your element
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G i f t s

Pinnacle of Brethren Physiology: Though weaker than the four originators, Magni's senses and physical gifts are a clear cut above the other brethren prince and princesses that fill the halls of the court. Some of the more daring and less wise brethren sometimes say that he could be strong enough to match the originators, of course this is not true but he could maybe make them break a sweat were they too fight. He can still be killed like any other brethren and pushing his strength to its highest level is exhausting for him if kept up for too long.

Shadow Magic: Like his father he has inherited the ability to make shadows tangible and shape them to his will though he lacks the ability to travel through them directly, he can fashion weapons and armour with ease. His magic shares the same weakness as his fathers.

Frost Aura: Magni is always surrounded by a chill in the air and his skin is always deathly cold, the only time his flesh becomes warm is whilst bathing in hot water, though without a constant source of heat the water soon turns cold from the contact with his body. On the rare occasions that he lets the magic free, waves of frost form around him for several meters in all directions and his touch can shatter metal and crack stone as he passes nearby. Magni struggles to regain control the power once released and so utilizes it as a last resort. Once it has been released it can take several days tog et it back under control, in which time he is unable to feed or be around most brethren lest they become caught up in the power. Stronger brethren can withstand the colds effect to the point that it  hinders them very little.

Beast Bond: The strength of his blood is such that its alluring power can even affect wild creatures as well as humans. By feeding small amounts of blood he can form a dominant bond with animals that allow him to communicate with them telepathically and give them simple commands or if he really concentrates he can share one or more of the creatures senses. His bite and pheromones affect humans normally but his blood does not provide the same dominating affect as with animals. If he chooses to share an animals senses then his own become muted for the duration and it requires a lot of effort and concentration depending on the distance. After a particularly lengthy communication or one at great distance, Magni is struck by painful headaches that take a few hours to subside. The bond requires that he share his blood at least once a month with each beast he has bonded with.

G o a l
Too long has he been mocked behind his back about the throne that will not be his. Magni wishes to claim his birthright and rule, whether by having his father secede the throne, or by carving out a kingdom of his own. He refuses to live within his fathers shadow and has spent a considerable portion of his life dedicated to becoming a strong and intelligent leader so that he will be remembered as more than just the King's son.

P e r s o n a l i t y
If you ask most of my brothers and sisters they might say i was stern, cold or aloof. Some would say inspiring or noble. The truth is that i do not consider myself to be any of those things, the brother they see most of is a mask and a charade. It is merely what i am expected to be, someone to aspire to to lead by example and to not bring shame to my father. My father... that is the root and stem of it all really, my life's summation and greatest achievement, being born the son of a king. Am i bitter or envious that i will die without ever wearing that crown? of course i am, for over 3000 years i have dreamed that it might be passed to me one day, if i could only prove how strong and capable i was, then my father would surely understand that i could lead New Eden into greater heights!

Dreams do not come true unless we grasp them and make them real ourselves, but how can one take there dreams when they are crushed in the iron grip of a powerful immortal? One cannot, so one begins to loathe and despise instead, feeding the writhing serpent of envy within. I try to be kind to the humans and brethren alike, but there is so much history and far too much blood, i have spilled more than my fair share of it. perhaps that makes me a hypocrite? Is it better that i have never enjoyed the act of killing for killing sake? that i try to harm those i feed from as little as possible or that i shower them with wealth and privilege? The truth is that it makes no difference if i am kind or cruel, they are still sustenance to me and the obsession and that springs forth from my bite is another form of slavery and cruelty. I feel the years weighing heavily of late and i fear that my ideals and morality will begin to fade. I often wonder what my father was like when he was mortal? Has he always swung between kindness and cruelty so easily or was he merely the product of time.  Does it even matter?.....

H i s t o r y

I was born around 3500 years ago. I cannot remember precisely when. Life was simple and full of childish dreams and expectations. I trained hard in my studies and distinguished myself as an excellent warrior, though in truth there was little fighting sport to be had except for the odd duel to the death. After a thousand years or so i had proven myself a match for even some of the eldest of my brothers and sisters. I was close to many of them back then, before the tragedy struck and we began dying in droves, my Aunt vanished and all hope seemed lost. I had never before believed our kind could truly ever die off, not with the originators to continue the line, but i feared it would all end during those sad times.

Shortly after, the humans rose up against us. Such an event was beyond our prediction and was laughable . They could never match us in ordinary circumstances, but with many of our elder kin dead and the rest of us having been severely weakened...they stood a much more even chance. I could not blame them for trying. It was during this time that i proved i could lead and also where most of my support amongst the younger brethren comes from. i warred and slaughtered the humans time and time again, even weakened i still outmatched them and strategy helped me  through the rest of the war. Once the uprising was quashed my father named me  general. An empty title considering we have no true standing armies to war with yet i felt pride at its giving all the same. it was one of my more happier memories, though somewhat tarnished by the thousands of humans i had killed, their precious lifeblood staining the earth and going to waste. it was after the uprising that i first began to question the system of our world. Had we treated the humans kinder and ruled with them instead of over them then perhaps they would have helped us during our weakness rather than try to destroy us. perhaps that outcome was inevitable regardless of how we treated them. But still i wonder if those lives could have been spared. My actions in the uprising were my greatest victories and my deepest regrets.


That is my character sheet RTJ right now.  i will probably add to history and maybe personality after chatting with a few other players so we can have shared history etc.  please let me know if you have any issues or tweaks you would like to make. that you feel are inappropriate :)
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Name: Eli Thorne
Class: Dread Necromancer
Prestige Class: None Planned
Race:Human
Alignment: NE
Level:6
Brief Background: Eli was apprenticed to a necromancer at an early age, he doesn't remember the circumstances under which this happened as the necromancer was certainly not a relative. His earliest memories are of him playing hide and seek with skeletons and playing horsey with zombies. he never saw the undead as evil or cruel but as playthings. Even as he grew older he delighted in breaking his 'toys' removing legs and arms and watching them wriggle on the ground before ordering one of the others to dispose of them. When he was old enough to read and write he began his lessons with his master. At first it was simple tasks, cutting off appendages of living people and recording their rate of decay. Eventually he began to learn the basic necromantic spell craft. Years passed in the ruined castle he was raised in and he grew up with a disregard for the boundaries between life and death for he had never been taught that it was of any importance. His master imparted one very important lesson to Eli. All can be made to serve, the living and the dead.

He grew older and more powerful. He began venturing out into the woodlands and exploring more of the local area. One day he ventured into the local village and found himself enjoying all the new sights and sounds. Most of the people that lived there were hard working and simple yet Eli could not understand where all the undead were. Upon returning he asked his master and Eli was shocked to learn they buried their dead in the earth. Wasting them. Eli continued to explore the village and people began to question the young mans presence, he carried gold always came from the dark woods. many thought him to be an adventurer, other were suspicious of this inquisitive and odd man.

After several more years Eli realized he had grown more powerful than his master and decided that it was illogical that he should obey someone weaker than himself. His master disagreed with this philosophy and spent the next few days as Eli's first individual project. The results were a success and Eli began pouring over the tomes his master had hidden from him. Over the next 10 years he slowly integrated into the village and began working as an undertaker after marrying the daughter of the grave keeper who was regrettably buried alive mere months after he saw his daughter wed. Coincidentally it was long enough for Eli to learn the key points of the profession so he naturally stepped into that role. With a good supply of new corpses and access to an abundance of old ones he began to slowly build up his work force. his new wife took some convincing but eventually she saw the benefit of a work force that did not need to eat or sleep, one that would follow orders and protect them from the dangers of the world more diligently than any town guard could. The villagers were persuaded to agree one by one. On one occasions bandits attacked and Eli unleashed his small army upon them, watching with interest as they fought and died, only to be raised by Eli immediately after they fell. The village accepted the undead either by persuasion or by simple fear. Soon the quality of life improved for all as the farms were tended day and night and the forest was cleared of dangerous beasts, each one that fell being added to the work force.

Little by little the village grew into a fort of wood and stone with a booming lumber industry. Many of the traders found it odd that so many of the townsfolk and guards wore robes and masks but were happy to accept the explanations and excuses given, that they had committed crimes which they paid for with labour, the masks and heavy coverings acting as a symbol of humility and conformity. Eventually the wealth of the village had expanded enough that it began to rival other small towns in the lumber trade. many of the other towns began suddenly moving into the newly formed fiefdom of Elion, often during the night in a mass exodus. A local lord dispatched adventurers to investigate. Unfortunately one of them escaped alive and told his tale of an evil necromancer that had bewitched the people and committed fell rituals. the lord raised an army and hired adventurers to storm the fort. Eli had never faced such strength before and his undead horde were greatly unprepared for the battle that was brought to them, even the undead beasts of the forest proving to be a mere hindrance as they were annihilated by spell and steel.

Eli watched with rapturous delight, he had thought his limit reached, that his power could grow no greater. the battle proved him wrong, he would only grow stronger though not with the shackles of the life he had built in the small woodland town. He looked at all his creations and felt disgusted that he was so complacent. Why had he stopped with a small town? Why not country of his own? Why not the world? his ambition restored he set out to flee, gathering his books and his most powerful undead he fled the fort. his wife was distraught, and began incessantly wailing and complaining about her friends and their children. None of his children had shown an ounce of magical potential or the genius he himself possessed. unfortunately they were doomed to only have their mothers attractiveness and so were worthless to Eli. He had left them in the now burning fort and not looked back. his wife resisted and had to be restrained. After a week or so Eli grew tired of anger and sadness and broke her neck before immediately raising her body from death. He was much happier with her after she had become more complacent and useful.

He set off into the forest a small band of undead at his heels, blissfully unaware of the bounty now on his head or of his pursuers. Overall he mused that the whole affair had been an interesting experiment,but now he was ready to try it again but on a much larger scale. he looked at the corpse of his wife dragging a small sled with a chest of gold upon it and sighed contently. He felt alive once more.

NAME: Ashley Connors (fake name)    NATURE:Fanatic               Vassal
Susan Clarke (Real name)            DEMEANOR:Chameleon           Domitor: Jack Caligari
                         CONCEPT:Personal Attendant   HAVEN:
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Strength        2      Charisma      2              Perception     3
Dexterity       2      Manipulation  2              Intelligence   2
Stamina         2      Appearance    3              Wits           4

Specializations:
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Alertness       3        Animal Ken    x              Academics      x
Athletics       3        Crafts        X              Computer       1
Awareness       2        Drive         3              Finance        x
Brawl           2        Etiquette     X              Investigation  1
Empathy         x        Firearms      5              Law            x
Expression      1        Larceny       x              Medicine       1
Intimidation    x        Melee         4              Occult         x
Leadership      x        Performance   2              Politics       x
Streetwise      2        Stealth       X              Science        x
Subterfuge      2        Survival      1              Technology     1

Fields of Expertise:
Specializations:
Languages:

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Discipline: Obfuscate     1        Alternative identity       3
                                   Resources                  3

           Willpower                           Road of ________
(*)(*)(*)( )( )( )( )( )( )( )         ( )( )( )( )( )( )( )( )( )( )
[*][*][*][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]                Aura: ________ (-0)

           Blood Pool                             Virtues
[*][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]        Conscience   1
[*][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]        Self-Control 5
           x bp/turn                  Courage      3


             Merits                                Flaws
             Harmless                              Phobia (Heights)
             Deceptive Aura                        Incomplete Understanding
                                                   Overextended
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       HEALTH                     Experience                 Derangements
Bruised       (  ) [ ]         {              }            {Visual hallucinations}
Hurt          (-1) [ ]         {              }            {              }
Injured       (-1) [ ]         {              }            {              }
Wounded       (-2) [ ]         {              }            {              }
Mauled        (-2) [ ]         {              }            {              }
Crippled      (-5) [ ]         {              }            {              }
Incapacitated (  ) [ ]         {              }            {              }
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GEAR


NOTES
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Access to The RIFTS

Name: Boomchucker (Boomer to his friends)

Race: Goblin

Class:Alchemist (Fire Bomber) Rogue (Underground Chemist)

Age:16

Concept: An Urban, Lawful Evil Alchemist.

Sample Writing:

Boomer was content, and unlike most of his kind he actually understood what the word meant. He twitched excitedly as he brewed his latest concoctions in the small wooden shack situated in the dark recesses of a filth covered alley. The shaky structure of mismatched wood was held together by bucketfuls of rusty nails and grim determination, yet for Boomer it was a place of work, rest and maniacal laughter. He watched the brewing potions with a fanatical fervor, counting each drop carefully and showing amazing self control for a goblin. A loud series of knocks shook the shack a little and Boomer released a torrent of goblin curses as he quickly sealed the various glass instruments that he used to brew his liquid fire. He snatched an already completed bomb and slammed the door open raising the bomb high and shouting up at the incredibly rude person. The fact that the intruder was easily double his size didn't seem to perturb him in the slightest. he switched to the common tongue.

"What you want longshanks? Got nothing better to do than spoil Boomer's hard work? Speak up quick or i'l feed my special friend to you!"

The plain looking human hastily passed over a letter sealed with cheap wax bearing a rather misshapen insignia that could have been either a cat or some kind bird. Boomer lowered the bomb and clipped it back in place at his belt. With a sharp nail he broke the wax seal and quickly read the letter. When he had a finished an unsettling grin spread across his face, revealing his razor sharp fangs menacingly. "Well you get to leave un-burned this time dogwife. Be more careful next time or i might be adding you to my meat stores."

He dismissed the human and went back into his shack, pausing in the door to give the frame a little push and watch how much it shook. Apparently happy with the level free moving motion he entered and rubbed his hands gleefully. The job he had just be given would need a lot of explosions, and who was better than Boomchucker for that?.


Thanks for taking the time to read my RTJ. If there are any issues or questions you would to ask then feel free to PM for discussion :D.

Character Sheet

Name:Jonathan Burke

What you go by: Tally

Age: 26

Profession: Patient in a secure hospital for criminally insane

Personality: Fairly intelligent, cunning and brutal. unlike most survivors Jon actually seems to prefer the world as it is now and it makes more sense to him than before the pandemic. Jon has always had urges to commit violent acts and was able to suppress and control them until he was 11. Jon has become numb to most feelings except anger, lust and pride and spends most of his time appearing very calm and relaxed. he isn't particularly  mean or horrible to other people it just that he dosnt care enough to make an effort to be especially nice and as a result dosnt have too many friends. what he lacks in people skills makes up for in efficiency and combat ability. Jon will complete most choirs or task to the letter which can be good or bad depending on the situation. Survivors tend to tolerate him for his abilities and for his cold and logical approach to problems, even if they do not like what he has to say.

Physical Appearance: Jon is about 6"0 tall has an athletic muscle build with his arms beign slightly more muscular in proportion to the rest of his body due to wielding heavy objects. his hair is cut short (though not bald) and is dark blonde in colour. His eyes are blue. wears a black hoodie over a black vest.on his forearms he has some makeshift leather bracers and a sturdy pear of finger-less leather gloves. he also wears biker trousers with reinforced knees and shins. He usually wears a small respirator that covers his mouth and nose. all over his clothes a small badly sown crosses that seem to be a numerical tally. his weapons have a different tally mark using simple straight lines but there are less of them.

Background: grew up with his parents pressuring him to do well and become successful in his studies like his older brother who was considered a prodigy in academic study and on the piano. Jon was fairly intelligent but did not have his brothers gifts and his parents heavily resented and punished him for his failures. his entire life was planned for him with every spare hour used up with private tutors for sports,academics,art and music. In all areas he failed to match his brothers example. When Jon was 11 he was having his usual violin lesson when he getting constantly berated by the teacher for not being able to play the piece as well as his brother and something in him snapped. Jon calmly laid down the violin and walked into the kitchen where he proceed to grab a knife and much to the furious teachers surprise, walked over and stabbed her once in the stomach and again in the neck when she fell. jon similarly attacked his parents and brother when they arrived home. His brother and father died but his mother survived. jon called the police and an ambulance and confessed his crime before returning to the music room where upon he picked up the violin and managed to play the song he was struggling with perfectly.

After heavy psychological testing it was determined that residence at a secure hospital would be more suitable than prison whilst his mother appealed the decision and asked that he be sentenced to the longest sentence available. The appeal was rejected. Time became meaningless in the hospital and the drugs and therapy appeared to calm and rehabilitate Jon for a time, until he was attacked by a fellow patient and gouged out his eyes with his thumbs. Several years later the pandemic hit and the hospital fell into chaos with many workers simply leaving or just not turning up until eventually the only one left were the patients. without the calming drugs many of the patients began forming groups and killing each other before a small group found a way out and they slowly learned about the terrible state the world had devolved into. For a while the patients worked together to survive the nights but at soon as they were taken into a settlement their more wilder and selfish personality traits appeared. Jon and another patient call lexy were the only remaining patients that had a semblance of self control and traveled through the day and hid or ran at night scavenging whatever they could find and making weapons of anything handy. one night the pair were trapped in small room at the end of a narrow corridor with the vampire like creatures slowly breaking through the door. the fought side by side until the sun rose whereby they both collapsed exhausted. Lexy didn't wake up again. Jon made a habit of marking every vampire kill with a stitched cross on his clothing and a simple notch on his homemade axe for every human he had killed. In killing at least he had proven he was more adept than his brother.

concept for the axe is basically like the one in the picture below but with a longer handle and a double bladed head.

Name: Samuel Burke
Age:28
Affiliation: None
Physical description:


Height 6'0, athletic and fairly fit but is a bit thinner in the face and has dark rings beneath bright blue eyes. his hair is brown and messy underneath his black hoodie and beneath the  half face respirator there is some rough stubble. Underneath he black hoodie he wears a brown shirt that have had the sleeves removed at the shoulders and a necklace made from a shoelace threaded through a small silver colored padlock. His body is very clean (considering the circumstances) but his clothing has many streaks of dirt and oil that exudes an earthy smell comparable to the smell of dried peat and it is unclear if this is intentional or accidental. he often wears a half face respirator around his neck whilst resting or in camp but once he leaves he wears it with his hood over his head. his trousers are scuffed black motorbike trousers with Kevlar reinforcement pads on the knees, shins and and reinforced strips down the outside of his legs. on his feet he wears an odd pair of steel toe cap boots, the left boot is  brown and the right boot is black. Sam has a few large belts wrapped around his torso over the hoodie and waist which are covered tight knots made from shoelaces or electrical cables.

Personality:Samuel  has an animalistic quality about him as though he is always on his guard and ready to fight or flee at any moment. His eyes are piercing and some people find him a little disturbing despite his politeness and confidant stature that never reaches his eyes. Sam is driven by self preservation but understands that the best way to survive is in effective close knit groups where the survivors can cover each others weaknesses. Sam can sometimes snap at people or sound very bitter but generally is polite and treats everyone with respect. anyone who has seen him fight will realize that he is very capable of being brutal and merciless to walkers and humans alike. His fighting skills are a little rough but calculating and he will often attack weak points to reduce mobility, patiently waiting to finish off the opponent rather than attempting to kill them in a single strike. On occasion Sam has had to resort to using fire arms or close range weapons but prefers the reach of his home made spear. Sam is always eager to attack walkers if they are in small groups or alone but tries to judge the risks before attacking. Something in Samuel seems to have broken and been put back together with many sharp edges and little of the man he once was. Sam always picks up random scraps and quickly studies them before either attaching it to his belt or throwing it away. He has a habit of making something he calls mulch, made from plants and grasses etc all crushed together. It smells like a compost bin and doesn't taste much better yet he has a strange attachment to the food for some reason.

Basic history:Grew up in the England and was raised by a wealthy family and groomed to become a solicitor like his parents. He was always very charismatic and persuasive even as a child and his talent grew during his teenage years. At the age of 22 he qualified as a solicitor and was offered a place at a large commercial firm in London. After three years and a string of successful cases and many good contacts he was placed in an exchange program with an American firm that hoped to perform a merger with his fathers. Sam had been working in America for around 8 months, hopping from office to office when the world was turned upside down and survived by being smart, determined and very lucky. He was in court when the panic and attacks began. Several civilians on the steps of the court began attacking each other and security stepped in. Soon after the shooting began. Sam survived more from luck as he was nearly discovered by the walkers whilst hiding  in an interview room until a security guard began firing and the walkers were drawn to him instead. Sam spent several hours cowering in the room scared out of his wits as his mind tried to make sense of what he had seen and heard. After a few days he was forced to leave by hunger and thirst and observed that the walkers were attracted to loud sound, he removed his shoes and jacket to allow him to move more quietly and began collecting phones that had been dropped or left behind, he set an alarm for the following morning about an hour after he figured the sun should start appearing in the sky and stealthily placed them in a room a good distance from one of the rear entrances.

When the alarms on the phones went of the stillness of the building was destroyed as the sounds of tens of bodies pressing together and stirring into a frenzy around the source of the noise. Sam quickly exited through the door and carefully picked his way through the streets picking up odd items that might be of use to him such as shoe laces, his boots were found on two separate locations. There were still many gunshots around the city with people taking to roofs in the hope that a helicopter would rescue them and though there were many helicopters at first Sam didn't see any stop and help anyone. As time passed the city became quieter. Sam spent the next month and a half slowly traversing the city scavenging what ever he could find though most of the shops and stores had already been looted but was able to find some some discarded items at an old gardening supplies store before something fell in the warehouse and he had to make a run for it. It was from this store he made his spear. He spent days running and hiding and occasional met small groups of people with whom he traded food and supplies by bartering. He spent a week with 2 brothers who spent a lot of time hunting until he overheard them talking about how to kill him so the food would last longer. Sam waited until they were travelling through the city waiting to be betrayed when a mad animalistic state of mind took over and he lashed out at the brothers stabbing one in the side with his spear and felling the other with a blow to the ankle from the hatchet. Their screams drew many walkers and Sam waited until they had left before destroying the heads and taking the hunting knife and what very few supplies remained after the walkers frenzy.

After the incident with the brothers Sam avoided most humans and began hunting solitary walkers very occasionally groups of two or three of them (after a very close fight he became more cautious). Sam occasionally had to talk his way out of some situations in which he usually convinced a small group of survivors that he would put up too much of a fight for the little supplies he had. He began trying to study the infected and managed to cripple one woman that had attacked him. Watching the walkers attack her was unpleasant for him, watching the infection spread and rupture her body more so. After that experiment he had found the respirator at an old DIY store and taken to wearing it religiously as well as covering as much skin as possible when outside. he spent most his time sleeping out of sight in old dumpsters or in the sewers. If he couldn't find anywhere to sleep that he couldn't escape from he relied on terrible smell and sight to hide him. it seemed to work for him so far but perhaps he had just been lucky.
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The Basics
Name:Jed
Nickname:The Wise, Master of Demons, Lord of the Jinn, Creator of the Keys, Keeper of the Seal.
<b><smallcaps>apparent Age:Mid 50's
Real Age:2,988
Species:Magician


The Appearance
Weight:83 Kg
Height:188 cm
Physical Description: Jed is dressed in his version of smart casual, that is to say some form of suit missing a tie and with several buttons undone at the neck or sometimes wears the shirt un-tucked entirely. He appears to be an aging man with slightly above average height yet carries himself tall and with a youthful energy about himself. He often wears a warm and mischievous smile that makes him look like he is in on some hidden joke. He is often accompanied by an assistant to carry his things and carry out other general tasks such as time keeping. He seems to have about 15 or so assistants in total though he is rarely seen with more than two at any time. Hi hair is a little unkempt as is his short beard and both are heavily flecked with grey. His eyes are grey and piercing, as seemingly able to strip everything down to its most fundamental level. He rarely looks surprised or panicked.

Distinguishing Features:
Rarely without one of his assistants each of whom are all incredibly beautiful and draw the eye much more than the unassuming Jed. Yet there is something slightly off putting about their beauty, as though they are too perfect and the way most of them look at Jed when his back is turned would lead most to believe they truly hate him. People may find it odd that they would still work for him with such obvious hatred and contempt in their eyes. to those that can sense or see the supernatural they are terrifying creatures coming in sorts of hideous forms and each immensely powerful in their own rights.

As well as the assistants , he appears to wear a golden signet ring with an odd design that seems to be made of mind defying geometry whereby the angles from words in a strange language. Looking at the ring for more than a second or two is headache inducing and most normal people seem to forget about the strange shapes the moment they look away. for those that can see or feel magic the ring is like looking into a tiny star and it radiates magic that rapidly dissipates. The Assistants true forms appear to have their forms bound tightly by chains by the same power that radiates from the ring.

The Human
Personality:
Mundane Skills:
Occupation:
(When it comes to describing your character's personality be as detailed as you can be. Include things like how they act, how they feel, how they view the rest of the world. Do they act differently to their friends than they do with strangers? Things like that. Also in this section include any basic skills that a regular human might have.)

The Not So Human
Species Description:
Powers and Abilities:
(Alright so here is where I would like you to give a description of what your character's species is. Even if its something more normal and well known like a vampire, everyone here has their own unique twist on things so I would like to see what your's is. The powers and abilities are those that they have that don't come from just being human. If you are plaining a regular old human, just leave this section out)

The Story
Character Background:
(I think this one is pretty self explanatory)

(These next 2 sections are optional, but I think that sometimes they can be nice to have and can be added as time goes on in the story. Past connections are those that you made before coming to Sanctuary, they can be with other characters in the game or not. The Current Connections are those that you currently have in the game, be it friends, enemies, relationships, etc.)
Past Connections:
Current Connections:

35, 31, 34,37,27, 29, 32,32, 25

--*Only War Text Character Sheet*-------------------------------------------------
--*General information*-----------------------------------------------------------
Character Name: Jared Gant                              Player Name:
Home World:Porphyry                          Squad Logistics Rating: ?
Regiment:The Porphyrian 1st "Star Coyotes" Heavy Mechanized Recon
Specialty: Heavy Gunner

Character Description:

Height: 0.00 m                               Eyes:
Weight: 000 kg                               Hair:
Age:    00 yrs                               Skin:

Markings/Tattoos:
Bionic Replacements:
- Best Quality MIU
-
--*Characteristics*---------------------------------------------------------------
Weapon Skill  Ballistic Skill
+----------+   +----------+
|    25    |   |    42    |      x = attained - o = not attained
+----------+   +----------+
   oooooo         oooooo

Strength   Toughness   Agility   Intelligence  Perception  Will Power  Fellowship
+--------+ +--------+ +--------+  +--------+   +--------+  +--------+  +--------+
|   27   | |   31   | |   40   |  |   38   |   |   32   |  |   29   |  |   31   |
+--------+ +--------+ +--------+  +--------+   +--------+  +--------+  +--------+
  oooooo     oooooo     oooooo      oooooo       oooooo      oooooo      oooooo

+-*Point Buy Allocation*---------------------------------------------------------+

WS:  00 BS: 00 S:   00

T:   00 Ag: 00 Int: 00

Per: 00 WP: 00 Fel: 00

+--------------------------------------------------------------------------------+

Initiative:

Wounds
Total:   06         Fate total:   1
Current: 06         Fate current: 1
Fatigue: 0/0
Critical Damage:
Critical Damage Effects:
-
-
-
Insanity: 0
Degree of Madness: Stable
Trauma Modifier:
Disorders:
-
-
-
Corruption: 0
Malignancy Test Modifier:
Mutations:
-
-
-

Movement=   Half: 0m  Full: 00m  Charge: 00m  Run: 00m  Leap: 00m  Jump: 00cm
Lifting=    Carry: 00kg      Lift: 00kg      Push: 00kg

Current Weight Carried: 000kg

+--Skills------------------------------------------------------------------------+

Name               Char  Basic  Train  +10    +20    +30     Total

Acrobatics         (Agi)  o      o      o      o      o       00

Athletics          (Str)  o      o      o      o      o       00

Awareness          (Per)  o      o      o      o      o       00

Charm              (Fel)  o      o      o      o      o       00

Command            (Fel)  o      o      o      o      o       00

Commerce           (Int)  o      o      o      o      o       00

Common Lore        (Int)

- Imperial guard          +      +      o      o      o       00

- War                     +      +      o      o      o       00

- Admech                  +      +      o      o      o       00

- Tech                    +      +      o      o      o       00

Deceive            (Fel)  o      o      o      o      o       00

Dodge              (Agi)  o      o      o      o      o       00

Forbidden Lore     (Int)

-                         o      o      o      o      o       00

-                         o      o      o      o      o       00

Inquiry            (Fel)  o      o      o      o      o       00

Intimidate         (Str)  +      +      o      o      o       00

Linguistics        (Int)

-Low Gothic               +      +      o      o      o       00

-Techna-lingua            +      +      o      o      o       00

-                         o      o      o      o      o       00

Logic              (Int)  +      +      o      o      o       00

Medicae            (Int)  o      o      o      o      o       00

Navigate           (Int)

-Surface                  o      o      o      o      o       00

-Stellar                  o      o      o      o      o       00

-Warp                     o      o      o      o      o       00

Operate            (Agi)

-Aeronautica              o      o      o      o      o       00

-Surface                  +      +      o      o      o       00

-Voidship                 o      o      o      o      o       00

Parry              (WS)   o      o      o      o      o       00

Psynescience       (Per)  o      o      o      o      o       00

Scholastic Lore    (Int)

-                         o      o      o      o      o       00

-                         o      o      o      o      o       00

Scrutiny           (Per)  o      o      o      o      o       00

Security           (Int)  o      o      o      o      o       00

Sleight of Hand    (Agi)  o      o      o      o      o       00

Stealth            (Agi)  o      o      o      o      o       00

Survival           (Per)  +      +      o      o      o       00

Tech-Use           (Int)  +      +      +      o      o       00

Trade              (Int)

-                         o      o      o      o      o       00

-                         o      o      o      o      o       00

-                         o      o      o      o      o       00

+--------------------------------------------------------------------------------+

x = attained - o = not attained

--*Talents & Traits*--------------------------------------------------------------
Weapon Training
o Bolt    o Launcher   o Shock
o Chain   o Melta      o Solid Projectile
o Flame   o Plasma
+ Heavy   o Power
+ Las     + Low-Tech

Traits                 Description


Starting Talents       Description


Bought Talents       XP Cost   Description

--*Weapons*----------------------------------------------------------------------
  Melee Weapons                             Ranged Weapons
+--------------------------------------+  +--------------------------------------+

Name:		Name:
Class: Melee    Damage:		Class: Basic   Damage:
Type:   Pen: 0		Type:   Pen:   Reload:
		ROF: -/-/-     Clip: 00
Special rules:		Range: 00m
		PB: 0m/S: 00m/M: 000m /L: 000m /E:000m

+--------------------------------------+  |Special rules:                        |
+--------------------------------------+  |                                      |

Name:	+--------------------------------------+
Class: Melee    Damage:	+--------------------------------------+
Type:    Pen: 0		Name:
		Class: Pistol  Damage:
Special rules:		Type:   Pen:   Reload:
		ROF: -/-/-     Clip: 00

+--------------------------------------+  |Range: 00m                            |
+--------------------------------------+  |PB: 0m/S: 00m/M: 000m /L: 000m /E: 000|

Name:		Special rules:
Class: Melee    Damage:
Type:    Pen: 0	+--------------------------------------+
	+--------------------------------------+
Special rules:		Name:
		Class:         Damage:

+--------------------------------------+  |Type:   Pen:   Reload:                |
                                          |ROF: -/-/-     Clip:                  |
                                          |Range:                                |
                                          |PB:    /S:    /M:    /L:    /E:       |
                                          |Special rules:                        |
                                          +--------------------------------------+
--*Ammunition*----------------------------------------------------------------------
Name                            Weight
-
-
-
-
-
-

--*Gear*----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name                            Weight  Description
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-

--*Armour*--------------------------------------------------------------------------
                                         Hit Location & Armours

                                            +--------------+
                                            |     Head     |
                                            |    (1-10)    |
                                            |     ()       |
                                            |Type: Common  |
                           +--------------+ |              | +--------------+
                           |  Right Arm   | +--------------+ |   Left Arm   |
                           |   (11-20)    |                  |    (21-30)   |
                           |      (0)     |                  |       (0)    |
                           |Type: Common  |                  |Type: Common  |
                           |              | +--------------+ |              |
                           +--------------+ |     Body     | +--------------+
                                            |    (31-70)   |
                                            |       (0)    |
                                            |Type: Common  |
                                            |              |
                                            +--------------+
                                 +--------------+      +--------------+
                                 |   Right Leg  |      |   Left Leg   |
                                 |    (71-85)   |      |   (86-100)   |
                                 |       (0)    |      |      (0)     |
                                 |Type: Common  |      |Type: Common  |
                                 |              |      |              |
                                 |              |      |              |
                                 +--------------+      +--------------+

                                                         Total Armor Weight
                                                                  00kg



--*XP*----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Aptitudes        x=known Aptitude    o=unknown Aptitude
x General
o Offence        o Weapon Skill
o Finesse        o Ballistic Skill
o Defence        o Strength
o Psyker         o Toughness
o Tech           o Agility
o Knowledge      o Intelligence
o Leadership     o Perception
o Fieldcraft     o Willpower
o Social         o Fellowship

               +---------------------+       +---------------------+
               |     XP to spend     |       |       XP spent      |
               |                     |       |                     |
               |                     |       |                     |
               +---------------------+       +---------------------+

--*XP Advancements*---------------------------------------------------------------
+--Skills/Advancements-------------------+--Talents------------------------------+

Name:                     XP Cost:	Name:                      XP Cost:

+----------------------------------------+---------------------------------------+

+-*Squad Mate*-------------------------------------------------------------------+

Name:

Status:

Special Abilities:

+--------------------------------------------------------------------------------+

This message was last edited by the GM at 19:30, Sun 23 Sept 2018.

Visored RTJ -

Name:Paria  (Formerly Amatsuki Otori)
Age:2624
Gender:Male
Race:Visored

Appearance:
Paria appears to be a young man in his late teens and has remained perpetually youthful since the hollowfication process took place over 1,000 years previously. Whether due to the odd circumstances of his transformation or some side effect of devouring hollows, his skin has become a pale ashen gray colour and his once jet black hair has likewise faded into a mixture of dark and pale blue hues. hi eyes seemed to have also drained of colour except for the black pupils at the center that carry tremendous age. On his head he wears a large rabbit shaped mask of white black and blue and from a distance he could easily be mistaken as an arrancar though his preference of clothing appears to be a direct mimicry of the style that shinigami captains wear, though the color scheme and patterns are entirely different. On his hip he wears a black and blue zanpakuto which may further convince the casual onlooker in hueco mundo that he is one of the arrancar. He rarely draws or even touches his sword, preferring to wield a small blue and white tessen to bludgeon, pierce or cut his opponents to pieces.

He stands at roughly 5'9" and has a very slender, almost fragile looking figure. The sword at his hip is mostly covered by his haori but upon close inspection it is bound with a multitude of small chains with tiny seals etched into each link. Curiously the chains seem to prevent the blade from being drawn from the saya more than a few inches. Similarly his haori and rabbit mask are covered in similar markings that have been delicately carved or sewn into them.

Family: It is very possible that he had children somewhere in soul society at the time of his disappearance but he has no knowledge of what became of his kin after he was struck down in battle centuries ago.

Crushes:Prior to aiding Oryo in founding the gotei 13 and in the years before he was fell in battle he was openly infatuated with Fujigiku Oryo and was prolific in his attempts to woo her. Though a distant memory to him something yet lingers though he could not name the feeling anymore and he often unconsciously touches the faint scars that were usually the end result of his advances. [This is obviously pending to Oryo's agreement with the character back story etc]

Zanpakuto:



Gekkō Megami (Moonlit goddess) is the collective title for both of his zanpakuto and is the name of her original form as well as the name required to activate his bankai release. It was considered to be the strongest wind type Zanpakuto in history once he mastered his bankai. Gekkō Megami is a dual weapon type zanpakuto though even amongst those it is fairly unique in that each zanpakuto has an independent aspect of the greater whole with separate personalities and can be released independently though both must be released in order to use bankai. Gekkō Megami's form is divided into two aspects: Mangetsu (full moon) and Shingetsu (new moon) and when divided appears as a pair of twins, Mangestu wears white and blue and Shingetsu wears black and blue.

In their unsealed state, Mangestu and Shingetsu appear as two distinct zanpakuto mirroring the colours worn by each aspects spirit.

Mangetsu release phrase: Exhale and rejoice, Mangetsu!
Shingetsu release phrase: Inhale and lament, Shingetsu!

Both Shingetsu and Mangetsu appear as a tessen fan in their released states in their respective aspect colours. Each of the tessen have 2 long cords ending in a tassel, one of which is blue and the other is either black or white respectively.
Each of the tessen work as conduits that allow Paria to infuse the wind with his reiatsu allowing for a wide variety of devastating techniques that can range from creating cutting blades of air to repelling gusts of wind or even storm like hurricanes. The effect of the techniques will vary depending on which tessen is in use.

Mangetsu is the aspect of positivity and overwhelming force and its techniques tend to be sharp like blades for physical destruction. Many of the attacks are based on using thousands of small blades of wind cut the target into minuscule pieces and often appear as small tornadoes or storms of wind made from Paria's reiatsu.

Weakness: Though the blades are incredibly powerful physical toughness or body hardening abilities such as hierro can reduce the damage providing the power they put into the technique is comparable to Paria's attacks. An appropriate reiatsu based attack such as kido or a cero can disrupt and weaken the attack or even cancel them out if they are sufficiently powerful.

Shingetsu is the aspect of negativity and dissipating force and its techniques are tend to create displacements in the air that absorb and obliterate reishi and reiatsu, unlike Mangetsu the reiatsu or reishi is not merely damaged but entirely obliterated within the displacement area. The displacement area at shikai level appear as individual large rents in the air that create a noise similar to sonido but sounding more like a momentary high pitched scream. Physical toughness and hardening abilities such as hierro have a greatly diminished effect against Shingetsu's abilities.

Weakness: The noise always occurs at the instant the displacement begins so it is possible to avoid the full damage of the strike if the opponent is quick enough thoguh some of their reiatsu will likely caught in the strike. Releasing a great deal of reiatsu can also gain the opponent precious moments to escape.

Like Oryo, Paria was born with immense spiritual power, though not quite as powerful as Oryo's it can nonetheless be deadly to those around him without at least a Captains level strength. Before being recruited bu Oryo he simply allowed it to run rampant but agreed to learn to control it as a requirement to serve beside her. He Tried using a similar technique as Oryo' but ultimately found the immense amount of feedback irritating and inconvenient and so chose instead to keep at least one of his Shikai released at all times so that it would constantly drain reiatsu from him, making it easier to control. Shingetsu absorbs much more reiatsu due to  her inherent ability when released but her negative emotions often begin to influence his own when released for too long.

It was perhaps due to her abilities that he managed to survive the hollowification process without fully becoming one, unfortunately the vast quantity and power for the newly released hollow energy only amplified Shingetsu's negativity and made her more hollow-like in appearance and in personality. Under Shingetsu's influence Paria can easily become prone too dark moods and fits of rage or sadness. When using hollowfication he can become nihilistic if subjected to Shingetsu's influence for too long and becomes a danger to himself and anything around him. His solution was to bind Shingetsu in its sealed form with sealing chains and further wearing a the rabbit mask and haori likewise covered in seals to restrict his monstrous power as well as prevent himself being corrupted too heavily by Shingetsu.




Mask:When activating his visored abilities the usual rabbit mask he wears turns molten and flows down to cover his face and part of his back resulting in four curved spines protruding from his back and a a mask with a rictus grin and sharp eye slots with two long blade like horns protruding from the forehead.

Abilities:

Immense Spiritual Power: Though several degrees less powerful than Oryo's it is unlikely that any but those who have comparable Reiryoku would be able to accurately distinguish the difference in their power level.

Zanjutsu Expert

Tessenjutsu Master: Since releasing his zanpakuto, Paria has dedicated himself to mastering the use of the war fan and has over the centuries perfected his own fighting style he calls  tessenjutsu that relies on versatile and unpredictable movements combined with hakuda to overwhelm his opponents.

Hakuda Master

Kido Expert

Shunpo Master

Great Physical Strength: Despite his slender frame he has a shocking amount of physical strength which is impressive even before activating his visored abilities.

Arrancar abilities: He has learned to use all the abilities granted by his hollow half to varying degrees and has combined his knowledge of shinigami techniques to create unique versions of the hollow abilities. the abilities can be used without hollowfication but are severely reduced in strength.


Brief History:

Otori was born during a time of great upheaval and uncertainty in soul society amidst power struggles and wars between factions and hollows it was pure chaos and one he thrived in. his early life was focused on survival and he had taken to the life of a shinigami easily enough. Stability was a dream and strength was the only reliable way to rule. Otori constantly sought out stronger opponents but the tougher the opponent the stronger he became as his began to gauge more of the full extent of his power and each fight became easier and left him unsatisfied, the warm blood on his face and blade became trivial to him and cleaning it off was just another basic chore such as eating and sleeping. One day he was approached by a beautiful young woman that radiated power like he had never felt before and demanded that she duel with him. The fight was long and hard fought and he had used every ability and technique he had and finally had found the limits of hi seemingly inexhaustible power but he had lost. It was the first pivotal moment of his existence, as he lay on the ground, body shattered and broken, clinging to life by a thread he watched as this mysterious women looked upon him with cold merciless eyes as she seemed to decide whether he was worth sparing. It was at that moment, beaten and dying that he fell totally and uncontrollably in love with her or at least that was what he always proclaimed, often loudly and in public.

Once he had recovered she told him her name. Fujigiku Oryo. It was for him, the most beautiful name he had ever heard. She told him how she was gathering the strongest fighters to form a system of control and enforcement that would bring peace and keep the balance safe. Otori cared little for the purpose but agreed simply because she believed he was strong enough to stand and fight beside her. he swore to follow her to hell if she asked it off him. It was a time of turmoil and unbound cruelty where order and peace was bought with an ocean of blood and the fear of their absolute strength. It was the best decades of his life. Nothing had made him happier than to fight day in and day out beside Oryo and he even found himself becoming friends with some of the others she had chosen to enforce her new order.

Decades then centuries past and soul society had been cleansed of corruption and chaos, and the hollow threat had been heavily pushed back. He wore a white haori with the number 11 on his back and reminisced how such a thing would have caused him to laugh and feel scorn at the idea of being reduced to a mere number. Times had changed however and the numbers on their haori meant everything in soul society. It was never entirely peaceful yet it was consistent. Then came the great war with the hollows. Days turned to months and then years of constant war, a meat grinder of souls. It was during this war that he lost everything that gave him purpose.

His division had been previously decimated by a surprise attack from a vasto lorde and their fraccion which took most of Otori's strength to defeat. During the battle he was struck down by an arrancar, her blade nearly carving him in half. When he awoke there was darkness and silence, no sound of battle and all around he felt the press of bodies as he climbed in the direction he believed must have been up. When he emerged he knew he was dying but he refused to give in. In his darkest moment he began consuming the hollows around him. He didn't know how long he ate, it could have been years but he was eventually strong enough to move. He began eat the hollows fresh and had no trouble attracting them as he regained his strength yet he was unaware of the terrible transformation that had already begun within him. Time passed with no measure and no meaning, there was only confusion and hunger and the last thing he remembered as a shinigami a feeling of great redundancy and a strange sensation like being smothered before everything went black

Once again he woke up to the darkness but there was a figure nearby, a hollow that looked so human.... he scrambled for his blade and was struck in the face by something and somehow he felt his face crack. He pulled back his hands from his face and within them held a red hollows mask yet he knew instinctively that it was his. The vasto lorde was an arrancar and heavily wounded though he had clearly bested Otori. Surprisingly the strange arrancar found him an interesting curiosity and taught him to understand if not control his new abilities. He introduced himself as Rey and bestowed a new name on Otori for his birth as a hollow, Paria, the outcast.

Paria set off to wander, desperately trying to remember the way home. By the time he remembered where home was he had remembered much of who he had been. his transofmration had changed him physically and his reflection showed a creature he would have gladly killed in the past. Despair swept over him briefly and he made his choice to find some kind of purpose. He never returned to soul society, how could he face his friends, how could he face Oryo now that he had become the enemy, a hollow. She would kill him and would likely be right to do so. He decided it was better they thought him dead. At least his friends and division would remember him as a warrior. Paria would spend the rest of his time wandering, killing and feeding on the hollows that crossed his path, seeking seclusion, peace and a purpose.



After many years he heard whispers of a gathering of vasto lorde s and arrancar as well as a vasto lord raising armies and preparing for war. Paria was unsure why he felt a desire to go and see this for himself but decided that he may find some semblance of purpose. He set off once more across the barren desert of hueco mundo, heralded by a great sandstorm that followed when he walked.

Well thats what i have for now, let me know any changes adjustments you think should be made etc.
This message was last edited by the GM at 22:12, Sat 12 Nov 2022.

Name:Cathrain
Race:Human
Age:34
Gender:Male
Profession:Mage


Int:9          Hp:40         Vigor:5
Ref:3          Stun:80
Dex:4         Stamina:40
Body:8         Run:27
Spd:9          Leap:5
Emp:9          Enc:80
Cra:3          Rec:8
Will:9         Punch:1D6+2
Luck:10 (+1 Lucky Token)         Kick:1D6+6


Defining skill:
Magic training:6 [5]

Magical Perks:
 5 Novice Spells
 1 Hex
 1 Ritual

Skills:

Human Perception:6 [5]
Spell Casting:6 [10]
Hex Weaving:4 [6]
Resist Magic:4 [6]
Staff/Spear:1
Education:6 [5]
Ritual Crafting:2 [2]
Social Etiquette:1
Seduction:6 [5]
Grooming & Style:1
Awareness:1 [1]
Deceipt:6 [6]
Endurance:3(+1 Homeland) [2]
Charisma: 3 [3]
Name(stat) ranks


Armor
Location.   SP.   Dmg
Head
Torso
R. Arm
L. Arm
R. Leg
L. Leg

Encumbrance:


Weapons

Name
Acc
Dmg
Rel
Hands
Rng
Effect
Conceal
Enhance
Weight


Gear:
700 Crowns
Lucky Token, [+1 Luck]
Silver Ring
100 Crowns of components
Staff
Journal
Writing Kit
Dagger
Belt Pouch
Gemstone Amulet [Focus 3]
Components:


Focus:
Spells/invocations/signs:
- Mind Manipulation
- Earthen Spike
- Uriens Shelter
- Rhewi
- Tanio Ilchar


Rituals:
- Ritual of Life
Hexes:
- The Eternal Itch
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Class: Wizard [Necromancy]
Race: High-elf
Background:Criminal
Alignment: CE

Name: Galinneiros Dayedarai (Commonly uses the name Gald)
Appearance:  He is fairly youthful and appears little older than a human in their early 20's with a slight frame and sharp shifting eyes. At a glance he seems relatively harmless if discounting any visible weapons. He rarely makes direct eye contact and seems to always stay slightly scrunched up, making himself look shorter than he really is.

Personality: Gald lets other see him as weak and will often pretend to give into pressure. his best quality isn't strength of arm but strength of mind and a cruelly cold patience. All insults and bullying can be easily paid for tenfold in time. He was born in a small village that fluxuated between being part of several warring nations as they fought their decades long war. The village stayed quiet and were smart enough to hide what little food they could in the nearby forest. one of the nations in the war was an alliance between several large groups of wood elves. they were hated and feared by the mostly human village folk and the fact that their family were high elves didn't seem to matter much. Gald's father was a strong and capable former adventurer who had settled down learned the blacksmiths trade. His skill with hammer and forge made him a necessity to the village and not many would challenge him to a brawl. His quiet and studious son was a much better target for their anger.

Gald had been weak and frail as a child but his mind sharpened on books and scrolls. He would often visit old Hendrik on the edge of the woods. It was well known he could cast magic though only little things like creating water and fire and other little tricks. He was a quiet, gentle man with  large collection of interesting books. Gald had been caught trying to steal one as a child and the old man gave him a belting for his trouble. Gald received another when his mother found out what he had done. Gald was sent to help the old man with chores as further punishment. Hendrik was reluctant and a little put off with the company. Until he discovered that Gald had a talent for magic. He taught him only simple tricks at first but over time would take him deep into the woods to show him more....frowned upon magics. he learned to bring creatures back from the brink of death and was taught other spells he was forbidden to use. the power was intoxicating and years went by in study and training.

it became well known he could use magic and some of the bolder villagers grew fearful once more. A small group caught him alone returning from the old mans hut and beat him. he used what spells he knew and crippled one of his attackers witch set the others to frenzy. during the scuffle a knife flashed and he felt searing agony in his torso followed by several more and finally one to the throat. He could remember drowning in his own blood, a horrid burbling noise issuing from his throat as he collapsed to the dirt.

When he awoke in a dank and mouldy stone room, the sound of dripping water echoed eerily. a scraping sound like two stones was proceeded by a cracking noise. the sounds repeated in a  rhythm and he realized something was moving. he sat up and noticed the several skeletons wandering the room. he drew himself up and suppressed a scream for help. they wandered aimlessly and were carrying pieces of furniture from the room and packing them into great wooden chests. He looked down at the stone slab he had laid on, surrounded by magical circles too complex for him to understand. finally he gazed into a corner and his dark vision made out the shape of Hendrik sat in a great stone chair. He was unnaturally still and his usual smile was a rictus grin. The man seemed to have aged a great deal since he saw him last and had little more flesh than the skeletons that wandered the room. Hendriks crypt now. Several decades must have passed for such a drastic effect.

A note was clasped tightly in his old teachers hands. he pried it open and the flesh was still soft, he had likely died mere hours before. It read:

My dear apprentice,

I am dead.

I was never able to learn the secrets to lichedom but a glimmer of hope remains. I have given you life again and in time i would ask you return my gift in kind. You will have to learn how but you have 200 years and i have confidence in your abilities. See your killers who brought you low wandering this room now. Know they suffered many years under my care and now shall serve you. from their very tanned flesh and blood i have wrought you your first book of spells. Fill its pages with the darkest of arts and find your destiny.
Remember that this world has already killed you once so return the favour in kind i say!

Bring me back to life and we shall be immortals.

Death is just the beginning.

Arkellion Hendrik, Lord of the Ebony Throne

Gald soon wandered the crypts with the skeletons in tow and his spellbook chained to his hip. he felt no disgust or revulsion as would be expected. In fact he found it rather comforting to keep it nearby. Something had changed in the young man, life was now a mere state of being. Clay to be moulded in his hands and shaped as he saw fit. He left the crypt with a smile that would herald years tortured cries and hundreds of deaths. All in the pursuit of knowledge and power. death was just his beginning.



Thats my RTJ, if you dont think the character is a good fit or you want something different let me know. i have a few concepts but didnt want to write so much for everyone so thought i would start by submitting my favorite. Do you have any bugbears about undead army building? (over a long time) i know some GM's dont like it and i can tweak the character to be a little bit necromantic if thats the case.


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140 gp

scroll of pass without trace
This message was last edited by the GM at 16:55, Sun 20 Jan 2019.

What is Rule #6?
Answer:6. One of the Most Important Rules ever - the Wheaton Rule. Simply put, Don't Be a Dick.

What is the password?
Answer:Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

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Name:Jed
Nickname:
Species:Witch
Gender:Male
Age:~2000
Lineage:

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Height:5"9
Weight:152 lbs
Hair Color:Black
Eye Color:Gray
Distinguishing Feature: Habitually wears a set of rings on each finger and thumb. The rings are each made of a different material; gold, jade, silver, Ruby, bronze, sapphire, electrum, Ruby, iron, obsidian and opal. Each has carvings of aramaic words around the circumference though this can only be seen very close up. Anything that can sense magic would feel each rings presence keenly when nearby. Covering his chest and back are large convoluted magic circles written in a strange unrecognisable language seared into his flesh. The circles lightly radiate magic in tiny amounts but flare up when Jed uses his abilities. Angels or demons with sufficient knowledge would immediately recognize the language of heaven, the same displayed in Cains mark.

Physical Description: Roughly average in height and weight, Jed has tanned skin and dark hair

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Fears:

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Length Of Time In Chicago:

Occupation:

Families/Organizations/Factions:

Questions:
1. Rumor has it that a new family is moving in on Lassiter (shapeshifter) turf. What do you do? (Please highlight your answer in one of the various colors)
A. Avoid the situation altogether.
B. Attempt to help the invading family.
C. Attempt to help the Lassiter's defend their territory.
D. Let the families fight. Go in after and kill what's left.
E. Who the hell are the Lassiters?
F. (make your own answer)

2. You've just witnessed a man with a silver knife (a hunter, for all intents and purposes) attack one of the Duvals. What do you do?
Answer:

3. What brought you to Chicago, and how have you fared since moving to the city?
Answer:


4. What is your greatest fear?
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Writing Sample:
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                              ++ VAMPIRE THE MASQUERADE ++

Name:Jack Calligari                            Concept: Mafia connected business owner.
Predator:Scene Queen
Chronicle: Elysium
Ambition:To become a baron                         Clan:Ventrue
Sire:Elizabeth Lake                            Desire:To liberate the strip                             Generation:12th


                                  Attributes

     Physical                     Social                       Mental

  Strength 0OOOO                Charisma 000O             Intelligence 00OOO
 Dexterity 00OOO            Manipulation 0000O0O                 Wits     000OO
  Stamina  00OOO               Composure 000OO                Resolve   00OO0

               Health                                   Willpower
             00000 OOOOO                               00000 OOOOO


                                          Skills

Athletics............... OOOOO  Animal Ken ................ OOOOO  Academics...[Modern History] OOOOO
Brawl .................. 0OOOO  Etiquette  ................00OO0  Awareness ............... OOOOO
Craft [weapon smithing] OOOOO  Insight  .................. 000OO  Finance ................. 000O0
Drive .................. 0OOOO  Intimidation  .............00OOO  Investigation ........... OOOOO
Firearms ............... 0OOOO  Leadership  ............... 00OOO  Medicine ................ OOOOO
Melee .................. OOOOO  Performance  .[Dance] .. OOOOO  Occult .................. OOOOO
Larceny ................ OOOOO  Persuasion  ............... 000OO  Politics ................ 00OOO
Stealth ................ OOOOO  Streetwise [Black Market]
[Personal Rep]. 0000OO  Science ....[Demolitions] .... OOOOO
Survival ............... OOOOO  Subterfuge  ............... 000OO  Technology .............. 00OOO


                                        Disciplines

[6 blank lines suppressed]

Dominate........................ 000OO   Fortitude....................... 0OOOO   Presence........................ OOOOO







Resonance ........................       Hunger OOOOO                     Humanity 00000 00OOO




    Chronicle Tenets              Touchstones & Convictions                       Clan Bane

.                                         Always keep your sworn word            Blood preference (Gamblers)
.                                         Never harm or kill children
.                                         Juliana Parisi - Great grand niece
.                                         Alex Bonsignore - Business partner
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       Advantages & Flaws                                    Blood Potency OOOO OOOOO

Fame 0OOOO                                                     Blood Surge                  Mend Amount
Contact 0OOOO
Disliked 0OOOO
Status [Shunned by the Carmarilla] OOOOO                  Power Bonus                  Rouse Re-Roll
Resources................ OOOOO
Haven.[Luxury, Watchmen, Location, Security System] OOOOOOO
Influence.................. OOOOO                  Feeding Penalty              Bane Severity
 ........................ OOOOO
 ........................ OOOOO
 ........................ OOOOO
 ........................ OOOOO

   Notes                                          Total Experience .................15

                                                  Spent Experience .................15


                                                  True Age: 105
                                                  Apparent Age: 26
                                                  Date of Birth: 1914
                                                  Appearance


                                                  Distinguishing Features



                                                  History

This message was last edited by the GM at 10:32, Tue 26 Mar 2019.

Character Name :  Antonio Sinti          Height     :  6"2
Character Race :  Tabaxi                 Background :  Urban Bounty Hunter
Alignment      :  CN                     Class      :  Rogue

Character description: Antonio stands at a respectable height of 6"2' and despite his plentiful and luscious fur is fairly lithe and wiry. His fur is a a dark bluish gray colour and he spends a great deal of time grooming himself in his spare time. He has a scar over his right eye but otherwise appears unmarked and unblemished. He wears a light leather armour tailored rather flamboyantly with matching boots and hat with a large red feather sticking out of it. Antonio wears a rapier at his hip when able and often looks for a good crowd to impress. Even when chasing criminals he has been known to drive them towards a good crowd so he can defeat them with an audience. He moves and acts with dramatic intent most of the time. He can be selfish and unpredictable at times but is fairly dependable when there is a shared goal. Though not strictly lawful or charitable he doesn't tend to act out of malice and obeys the law unless it puts him at a personal disadvantage when pursuing a goal. On occasion he has managed to barely persuade the guards that his actions were within the limit of the law.

Writing sample:"So you wish to know my tale traveller? Why wouldn't you! Doubtless you have heard of my many acts of bravery and daring skill but it was not always so. I was born a simple merchant's son, though the wares we sold were not always strictly regarded as wholesome.

I was taught to fight with a blade by my mother and  father. Sword dancing has been a time honoured tradition in the Sinti family and it is a useful skill to learn in our trade. Mostly we dance to celebrate but on occasion we dance to defend ourselves and our kit and kin." Antonio leans forward and begins to speak in a more hushed tone." Of course I was also taught a few tricks of the trade if you know what I mean. Townsfolk have a habit of confiscating our wares and livelihoods! We would have starved many winters ago if we had not learned to regain what was stolen from us."

He takes a swig from his goblet and his nails tap the pewter in excitement as his voice returned to its much more cheerful and loud tones.

"I danced the swords well and grew tired of the constant travelling, haggling and bickering of merchants. When at last we came to Dene. Ah Dene. So much opportunity  and excitement. So much money and fame to be gained. I found my particular skill set worked remarkably well for hunting other small time criminals. I remember the first time I stopped a thief escaping with a rather voluptuous woman's purse. The applause was magnificent and her own personal reward was just as enjoyable and only required a quick shimmy over the rooftops when her father had gone to sleep. I found my calling in this city friend."

He paused to gulp down the remainder of his goblet and licked a few errant drops of wine from his whiskers and small beard. A light purring issued from his chest before he settled down and returned to his story.

"I said my goodbyes to my family and began Hunter wanted men and women for profit. I also took a few other odd jobs along the way. Despite my success it seems I have reached a plateau. The crowds are not impressed by petty criminals anymore. There seems to be no risk and word of my talents proceed me. I have become a common spectacle and that will not do at all. I have a plan though, I will join the adventurers guild and earn more money and fame until my name is on everyone's lips and every lady's mind haha. In the coming years you will tell others how you once spoke to the great Antonio Sinti in a tavern and you will be the envy of the town. Mark my Words, greatness awaits me in this city!"

He hopped from the bar stool and stood at his full height. He placed a few silvers on the bar and winked at the traveller who had so patiently listened to his tale before swaggering out the door and into the hustle and bustle of the city.

Character name: Vimak Stormherald
Height: 8 feet
Alignment: LN
Race: Goliath
Class: Cleric (Tempest Domain)
Background: Inheritor (SCAG)

Vimak was born in the Mountains on the south eastern cape of Burna. He was born during one of the worst storms his tribe had experienced in several decades. The storm lasted for several weeks and was seen as a terrible omen. Druids and wizards were consulted but their attempts to calm and disperse the storm seemed to only increase its strength and destructive power. The tribe began an exodus to the lower peaks, seeking shelter but the storm followed. Many of the old and young had perished in the journey and the tribe became desperate. When despair threatened to consume them a tribeless Goliath cleric appeared in the dead of night. He claimed to be the mouthpiece of the storms master. He sought the child that had been born when the storms first peal of thunder shook the mountains. He stated that the child had been chosen and that only by giving up the child would the storm end, failure to do so would result in the tribes destruction. Vimak's father challenged the cleric to single combat. his honour would not allow his son to be given away without battle. Vimak later learned that his fathers body was shattered to pieces by a single blow that erupted with thunderous force. having proven his strength the babe was given to the Cleric and the dissipated into the rain. Several days later the storm faded.

Vimak's life was brutal and harsh. Every failure was punished severely so that he might serve his god. For years he only knew his god as the Great Storm and worshipped him as his mentor commanded.  When he reached adolescence he was taken to the highest peak and told to pray until the Great Storm spoke to him. Several days past and he grew weaker and weaker until he was certain he would die on that mountain peak. In anger he cursed his god and bellowed his rage into the winds, using the last of hi strength he pushed the stone altar from atop the peak with a triumphant roar. At that moment he didn't care that he would surely die, he simply revelled in the destruction of his cruel and fickle gods alter. As his breath grew shallow he stared at the sky and the storm that had begun to gather with contempt. Three bolts of lightening arced from the clouds and struck him filling his body with divine energy and scarring his body with lightening shaped tattoos. The tattoo - scars on the left side of his body were green whilst the scars on the right of his body were purple. The marks on the centre of his body were blue. his face was untouched but for his forehead that bore the three distinct lightning bolts that marked his gods symbol.

With the lightening strike he also heard the vice of his god for the first time. His name was Talos and Vimak had been chosen to be one of his heralds in Epela. Spreading the faith and fear for the storms. Vimaks lessons advanced quickly and he soon set off from the mountains to spread his faith. At first his preaching were ignored and rejected as monstrous or cruel. Vimak was not dissuaded but could find few others that shared his faith or would not turn him away. He was passing through Dene when he was caught up in a great crowd of cheering. Following its source he found a group of adventurers with etherium plates around their necks. Vimak asked around and discovered that the plates around their necks were a sign of strength and skill. He was happy to move on and ignore this until he heard that the wearer of such a plate would be invited by kings and queens and were regarded highly. He pondered how much influence he could gather if he was able to earn such a plate. Perhaps people would speak his name and attend his sermons and so spread the name of Talos far and wide to be feared and respected.

D e s c r i p t i o n
Castus has a somewhat athletic build and stands just shy of 6 feet tall. His facial features are handsome yet not quite beautiful and his face often wears a look of calculating suspicion. His lightly tanned skin is free of any blemish or scars and he carries himself with precision and grace as though someone were recording or painting his every move. His head is kept rigourously clean shaven as a sign of his devotion to the Emperor and a rejection of vanity. Castus shows no indication that he ever has or will be able to grow facial hair and his piercing green eyes are often filled with scorn and judge everything at a glance yet their is a small spark of something in them could be zealotry or perhaps simple ambition. His hands have some small callous on the palms that demonstrates that he has had some kind of weapons training.


P e r s o n a l i t y
Castus has a strong faith in the God Emperor yet it is certainly not as extreme to be considered fanaticism. Castus believes that the emperor only helps those who help themselves and that he only helps those that are worthy of his blessings. His childhood within the Zarkov family has taught him the importance of keeping an ear to the ground and knowing when to speak and when to stay silent and he has a taste for political intrigue and discovering compromising secrets.  Castus himself prefers to use words and knowledge to gain an advantage over his rivals as opposed to sheer force but he rarely backs down from a fight when it is unavoidable and he struggles to admit personal faults or mistakes. Castus is fairly ambitious and hopes to one day attain a high ranking position in the upper echelons of the ecclesiarchy.



H i s t o r y

Castus was born Castus Regis Zarkov XIII. He was one of over a hundred children within in his noble house and unbeknownst to him he was the product of several centuries of careful planning and breeding orchestrated by the Orders Famulous. He was trained from a young age to become the confessor he is today with the aim being for him to one day become a Grand Hierophant. it was hoped that his birth line and noble families influence would be used to further bolster the ecclisiarchy with support by the noble houses in the Calixis sector. his family hoped that his influence would also increase their own standing and coffers.

He had taken to his predestined path with a zeal and fervour worthy of any true servant of the God-Emperor. Unfortunately for his family and the Order Famulous he became too dedicated to the art of confession and held little interest for the political teachings they had tried to instil within him. Instead he took their lessons and utilised them for his own goal. To battle the ever growing tide of heresy in the Imperium of Man. he had chosen to use his skills to discover heresy and tear it out root and stem. Each shattered wretch he brought the emperors divine light to had a chance of salvation. or so he believes. As he grew older the pressures of his family and the Order Famulous increased as he began diverging from their meticulously planned path. It was from the Inquisition that he was offered a chance to escape a life of politics and blathering. they had offered him a  role as an acolyte, to serve and Inquisitor and so help cull the enemies of the God-Emperor. Castus accepted without hesitation but the hold of his benefactors and family could not be so easily severed and a compromise was reached. if he would renounce his family and cut ties with his former life then the Inquisition would record Castus Regis Zarkov XIII as having perished during a pilgrimage. The deal was made and now Castus eagerly awaits the Inquisitor that has chosen to add him to their retinue.
This message was last updated by the GM at 22:53, Thu 19 Aug 2021.

Character Name: Castus            SOUND CONSTITUTION:
Age:24                            Infamy Points:
Player Name:                      Corruption Points:
Archetype:                        Rank:
Home World: Ordo Famulous
Gender: M                         WOUNDS
Build: Lithe                      Total :10
Height: 6ft                       Current:10
Skin Colour:Lightly tanned        Fatigue:
Hair Colour: Shaven               Critical Damage:
Eye Colour: green
Weight:     68 KG
Handedness: Right
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Motivation:
CHARACTERISTICS

WS: [3]2
BS: [2]4
S:  [3]3
T:  [3]3
Ag: [3]0
Int:[3]9
Per:[3]2
WP: [3]7
Fel:[4]0


TALENTS AND TRAITS
Chem Geld - Immune to seduction, Resistant to Charm
Peer [Ecclisiarchy]- Gain +10 to tests to interact with organisation
Peer [Administratum]- Gain +10 to tests to interact with organisation
Melee Weapon Training [Primitive]
Pistol Training [SP]
Basic Weapon Training [Primitive]
Etiquette - Gain +10 on all deceive, Charm and Scrutiny tests when dealing with high authority and in formal situations.
Pure Faith - Immune to Daemonic presence and are unaffected by it. May Spend a fate point to ignore a Fear test (before it has been rolled). May Spend a fate point to avoid gaining corruption or insanity for an encounter. may burn a Fate point to ignore the effects of  single daemonic psychic attack (before rolls to resist and before affects manifest).

BASIC SKILLS

Awareness [Per]
Barter [Fel]
Carouse [T]
Charm [Fel]
Climb [S]
Command [Fel]
Concealment [Ag]
Contortionist [Ag]
Deceive [Fel]



ADVANCED SKILLS:
Speak Language [Low Gothic] [Int]
Speak Language [High Gothic] [Int]
Interrogation [WP] +
Common Lore [Imperial Creed] [Int]
Literacy [Int]


MOVEMENT:
Half Move: 3
Full Move (ABx2):6
Charge (ABx3):9
Run (ABx6):18

Base Leap (SBx1m):3
Base Jump (SBx20cm):60

WEALTH: 330 Thrones Supine Class Wage.

LIFTING
Carry:
Lift:
Pull:

MISSILE WEAPONS:
Name:
Class:
Damage:
Type:
Pen:
Reload:
RoF: 1 / /
Range: PB /S /M /L /E
Clips:
Special Rules:

MELEE WEAPONS:
Name:
Class:
Damage:
Type:
Pen:
Special Rules:


GEAR
Wgt:

INSANITY
Insanity Points:
Degree of Madness:
Disorder                    Severity


MUTATIONS

HIT LOCATION AND ARMOUR
Total Weight:
HEAD (1-10)
Type:

RIGHT ARM (11-20)
Type:

LEFT ARM (21-30)
Type:

BODY (31-70)
Type:

RIGHT LEG (71-85)
Type:

LEFT LEG (86-100)
Type:


XP TO SPEND:400
TOTAL XP SPENT:400
XP Advancements:
200 - Pure Faith Talent
100 - interrogation +10
100 - WP + 5

History/Notes
Contacts
Other Players

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*Armor check penalty applies   ^Trained Only









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Name: Zizz
Race: Goblin
Class: Sorceror (Wild Magic)
Background: Pirate
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Name: Eurymedon
Chapter: Dark Angels
Speciality: Librarian
Advanced Speciality: 1st Company Veteran (Death wing)
History: Eurymedon spent years under the watchful eyes of the Dark Angels to hone is psychic gifts and channel them to serve the chapters needs. After several successful campaigns he became inadvertently exposed to sensitive information and was tested through several sensitive missions. During these missions he was accompanied by an interrogator chaplain and the rest of his kill team (unbeknown to Eurymon) were already members of the inner circle. Upon completion of these missions he was called back to The Rock and inducted as a member of the inner circle and was originally considered for entry to the Deathwing.

Before Eurymedon could be formally inducted into the Deathwing he was given another task. Rumours had spread of an Dark Angel serving within the Deathwatch First Company yet no record of the brother Zekiel Azdra could be found to show that he had ever been deployed with the Deathwatch. Eurymedon was sent to carry out a vigil with the Deathwatch and seek out the one calling himself Zekiel.

Eurymedon has served the Deathwatch for nearly 3 hundred years, executing missions as ordained  and performing his duties as required whilst always watching for evidence of the fallen and has reported several pieces of information discovered to the chapter. His talents at extracting information from unwilling participants have also made him an important asset to the Deathwatch. As far as Eurymedon is concerned he will remain with the Deathwatch until his task is complete and so far has had an impressive list of missions from Tyranid defensive's to eliminating eldar incursions.

Eurymedon has spent nearly three decades serving Inquisitor Nathaniel Lazrix, mostly recently assisting in quelling an eldar plot to draw an army of Orks to take root in several systems. His terminator armour put to great affect on multiple boarding actions alongside the Inquisitor and leading a kill team of brothers from the Deathwatch's 1st Company. The battle was long and hard fought for the eldar were deceptive and cunning.

Eurymedon's psychic might was brought fully to bare as he managed to turn the tides of battle by smiting or burning scores of enemies or hunting the enemy psykers that were coordinating their troops. Though not often chosen to lead a kill team his ability to sense enemy psykers made him an excellent choice for this particular mission. With his kill teams assistance they were able to fight their way to an enemy farseer, Eurymedon himself dealt the final blow after a short but furious clash that left his armour and body scorched and scarred.

Eurymedon's actions struck a strong blow against the eldar forces and the Inquisitor seized on the momentum to coordinate and secure victory. Once the campaign was completed he was released back to the Deathwatch and now awaits the next call to battle.

BROTHER Eurymedon

                                       Fatigue        :
Chapter       : Dark Angels            Fate           : 3/3
Specialty     : Librarian              Insanity       :
Advd Specialty:                        Corruption     :
Rank          : 4                      Renown         : 43
Psy Rating    : 6

Chapter Demeanor    : Sons of the Lion
Personal Demeanor   : Calculating
Past Event          : Encountered the Fallen
Special Ability     : Stoic Defense (Solo Mode - Gain 12 temporary wounds
and movement speed equal to half Ag bonus rounded up. Wounds removed after
damage and lose temp wounds before actual wounds.
Power Armor type: MK 8 'Errant'
Power Armor History : Cannibalised - Right leg Mk7 Left leg Mk6

CHARACTERISTICS

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Total Wounds    : 43
Current Wounds  : 43
Critical Damage :

MOVEMENT

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Half Move: 4
Full Move: 8
Charge: 12
Run: 24

SKILLS

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Advanced Skills:


TALENTS AND TRAITS

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Talents

Traits


Mode abilities - See pages 215-225

IMPLANTS (Page. 36-37)

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Ranged Weapons

Melee Weapons


Upgrade(s)


Ammo


Grenades and Missiles


ARMOR

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Pschic Powers

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GEAR

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