The newly deceased tend to find themselves coming back to conciousness at the end of a rather lengthy line. In this line, no cuts are brokered. You just have to queue and wait your turn. The line winds its way through long hallways, gradually sloping up as the hallways switch back and forth, as if climbing up a mountain. The building is made in an Oriental style, with paper walls decorated with intricate paintings to occupy those waiting their turn. Every ten feet are marvelously carved red pillars, covered with lacquer to ensure the everlasting shine. Crossbeams are overhead with more beautiful carvings, generally telling a very short story on their way across the hall. Many centuries of craftsmanship must have gone into this one building.
At the end of the nearly-endless hallways is a counter with three elderly receptionists, endlessly giving out forms to fill to allow the recently inhumed into the Celestial Empire. The form is not very long, but every bit is essential.
Name: Alexandra (Alex) Gedaes
Age: 19 at Death
Race: Elf (Female)
Height: 5'11
weight: 112 lbs
Appearance: Alex is slight with long, straight, jet black hair which she likes to cover one eye with.
Apparel: She wears a necklace with an ankh pendant below a dark body suit and a large black robe.
Background: Alex Died trying to save her brother, Mel. when the gang lords arrived to collect their money, they attempted to kill her brother who was lacking the funds. knowing that her brother would never be able to supply the cash, She offered her 'services' to the gang lords... an offer that they couldn't resist. After being humialiated by several of them, fear of ratting the gang out took hold of them, and the gang leader suffocated her.
Affiliation-None
Enemies- None
Accomplishments- none
Skills:
Benevolence: Her will to care for other often overpowers her will to save herself. When she senses danger for another, her senses and abilities heigten. her already agile frame becomes even faster, to the point where many things seem like they're in slow motion.
Fade: The Humiliation that she faced at her death carried into her afterlife, making her blend in very easily with her surroundings.
Stats & Facts Name – Bran Tarki Race – Half-Orc (Human mother, Orc father) Age – 36 years Height – 2 m. 02 cm. Weight – 114 k. Appearance – Bran has dark brown eyes and long, greasy black hair. Like all other Orcs and Half-Orcs, his skin is greyish and tough. He has many scars, some of which – the ones on his arms and chest – seem to be self-applied in an almost ritualistic fashion, and he bears them with pride. Being a Half-Orc, Bran is considerably broader and stronger than most humans. Apparel – Bran favours simple, dark clothing: A vest and a pair of pants that disappear into a pair of leather boots just below his knees. He also has a woollen vest, to wear when it gets cold. Background – In life, Bran enjoyed a deserved reputation for being a cunning poacher, a fierce bar fighter, but most of all a very skilled bounty hunter, who brought many a criminal to justice. People often voiced the opinion that Bran only helped the Law to earn coin, seeing as how the Half-Orc got into trouble with that same Law for petty acts on just as many occasions, but in truth Bran just loved a good fight, like many of the Orcish blood. The coin sustained him, but it was the challenge to hunt down and fight a worthy foe that drove him.
Having survived the attempts on his life by numerous criminals, the Half-Orc finally came to his end at the tips of several daggers, wielded by professional assassins hired by a corrupt government official he was hunting down. Affiliations – None Allies – None Enemies – None Accomplishments – None
Skills Bloodhound (major, connected to life and death) – Bran can instinctively track and locate (to within five hundred meters) any person by possessing something that once belonged to that person. Trap Sense (minor, connected to life) – Bran can instinctively sense when a trap, be it mechanical or magical is nearby.
Janus - Your major skill is far too major. Given that this is a fantasy WP, most of your opponents will be weilding metal weapons, so the ability practically makes you invincible. You might drop that, since your Bloodhound ability is really powerful as well, and give yourself another minor ability.
GandalX - I gotta say, this character is just too powerful, and needs to be toned down a lot. He's far too fast, and his senses are far too strong. While I'm not saying that he can't GROW to that level, through RP, it's way, way too strong to start with.
Not exactly the most ideal of times for me to start something new but I'll give this one a go for now.
Name:Myst Flave Race: Minotaur Gender: Male Age: 50 Height: 7 feet Weight: 260 lbm Appearance: As a Minotaur, it went by without being said that Myst had bovine features, including two sharp wicked gleaming horns. He also had a blue-red tattoo on his right cheek, in the shape of a fist holding a lightning bolt, to symbolize his allegiance to his tribe. Apparel: Myst preferred a light armor-based clothing, reinforced heavily only around his shield arm. Other than that, he usually wore a heavy ritual robe, decorated with shamanistic symbols and marks.
A necklace with a circular wooden pendant - Twice during a fight, you may use the amulet to summon a covering for your body made of steel-strength magic. This will block any damage coming from a weapon of steel strength or less. (Starting weapons are below steel strength) Background: Myst was a warrior-protector of his tribe, as was befitting a male of his race. However, due to influences from his mother, who was a shaman of the tribe, Myst picked up some shamanistic skills too. And thus, he was also a minor shaman of his tribe; his skills most notably centered on the control of emotions. Myst’s death was rather unspectacular however, even if it was a honorable death. He died defending his home and tribe, from a particularly intense raid launched by a rival tribe. Affiliations: None Allies: None Enemies: None Accomplishments: None
Skills Emotion: Rage – When Myst felt he or others close to him were placed in a life-threatening situation unfairly, he went into a berserk-like mode, where he was totally immune to mind-based control and illusions. Then, from there he would proceed to negate the so-called threats with his focused and thus moderately enhanced strength and speed. Emotion: Calm – Myst could induce calmness in a person, himself included, to negate feelings of fear, panic, or shock. It also had the benefit of increasing the body and mental regeneration that was only usually found in a focused meditation.
Janus - Your major skill is far too major. Given that this is a fantasy WP, most of your opponents will be weilding metal weapons, so the ability practically makes you invincible. You might drop that, since your Bloodhound ability is really powerful as well, and give yourself another minor ability.
Sorry, I wasn't entirely sure about the power level of this WP (perhaps I should have said 'non-magical metal weapons', as I had originally contemplated)...
I've changed the skills as you've suggested I have not included a new minor skill, as I've noticed that both PurpleD and Dagger also both only have two skills.
Are Sci fi people Ok?
If so... Name - Eladrayius Race - Human mutant Age - 25 Height - 6'5 Weight - 150 Appearance - Tall skinny mutant that has brown hair and green eyes. Apparel - Brown over coat, White shirt with stain, Jeans Background - Grew up in ATD WP and was infected with the radiation that annilated a great part of the world, He now has the power to control/ speak to machines. He gained friends with an Arcadian and a soldier who, together, were able to stop the rise of a great demon with incredable power. After the battle an alternate version of Eladrayius discovered a demon machine in the real reality that the alternate Eladrayius was combating. After the two of them met up, the arcidian, soldier, and 2 Eladrayius fought and destroyed the reality altering super computer. At the cost of their own lives Affiliations - None in the afterworld Allies - Arcadians Enemies - Fallen Arcadians (evil) Accomplishments - Killed powerful/evil arcadian. Destroyed reality altering super computer bent on controling the world. Helped save Arcadian race. His best friend is a small PDA about the size of an Ipod video.
Skills Computer control/speaking Though, how helpful this will be in the afterworld...I don't know. Engeneering, Hes good at building machines and artifacts.
It's perfectly okay. However, you probably won't find much in the way of guns or anything. I might encorporate sci-fi into it later, as that was one of my original intentions. Until then...
Stats & Facts Name - Ricky Justen Race - Human Age - 38 Height - 6' 2" Weight - 225 lbs Appearance - Tall, muscular build, long black hair, pulled back in a tight pony tail Apparel - Dark red jacket, black shirt underneath, torn and tattered jeans, dark brown boots, tattoo up the left arm of a sword. Background - As a boy, his parents were both warriors, and ended up as rebels against the Four. Since then, he's been training to be a mighty swordsman, and plans to find them someday to bring them back to their senses. Affiliations - none Allies - none. :'( Enemies - probably everyone else. Accomplishments - probably wouldn't matter even if he did have one or two.
Skills Keenness- Has the ability to make his sword tip to where it can cut through most anything, but it takes energy for him to maintain the keenness of the blade, so he can only do it once per encounter.
Speed- Being a swordsman, you need to be seriously fast. That's just what he is. He can reach running speeds of 35 mph, but he can only last at such high speed for 10 minutes tops.
Hmm. Well, two things. First of all, the "Precision" thing is fairly subjective in a WP. Basically, the moderator or other player decides if you hit or not, so you're just as well, really, giving yourself something else. That's practically flavor. While, as a moderator, I'll let you hit fairly often, it's not going to help you all that much.
As for speed, I think I read somewhere that an average human can only reach about 25 miles per hour, so 40 is sort of pushing it. Drop it to 35, give yourself another trick if you'd like, then you're good.
Well, do one more edit for me. Keenness is fine, but it's a bit powerful if you can do it over and over. Label it "once per encounter", which basically translates to 'once per fight', and you're groovy.
Name - Redpyre Race - Star Age - Don't even ask... Height - Apears to be five foot seven Weight - Absurd Appearance - In death, Redpyre apears as an unremarkable man with average featchers. He'd be completly forgetable if it wasn't for the fact that he seemed to be composed of crimson light and surounded by a penumbra of flickering shadow. Apparel - Nothing, he's going comando. Background - In life Redpyre reighned over a small little four planet system untill his eventual colapse into a black hole. Affiliations - None Allies - None Enemies - None Accomplishments - Does achieving a stabal nuclear fusion reaction count?
Skills Absolute Apathy: In life Redpyre was as about as far removed from the mortal coil as its possable to be. He watched countless species struggle and fail to survive. He's chronicaly desensetized to the afairs of anything or anyone that isn't of concern to the starkin.
Dead Star: Redpyre is notably stronger and more durable then your typical soul thanks to the residual mass left over from his past life, though not anyway near a 'Hulk SMASH!' comicly retarded fashion.
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'Lo, there do I see my father. 'Lo, there do I see my mother, and my sisters, and my brothers. 'Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning. 'Lo, they do call to me. They bid me to take my place amongst them in the halls of Valhalla. Where the brave may live forever.
If he approaches "comically retarded", he'll also approach supernova, and that's never good. So keep it in line and let's see what you can do. *Approval Stamp*
Stats & Facts Name -Locke D'Bashere Race -Symbiosian Age - 45 Height -4 feet tall Weight -100 lb Appearance - Dark-blue skinned humanoid. Lean muscular build with slightly long limbs. His hair is Jet-black and shoulder length with several silver streaks in it. Apparel - Black pants that droop at the ankles. Sleevless black shirt with oriental style button up along with a black coat that covers the length of his body down to his calves. He wears simple black shoes and wears a charm of some sort around his neck. Background - Locke is from a species that evolved to the point of mastering their own genes. As long as they could form a symbiotic relationship with an organism they could eventually incorporate the desired trait into their genetic code. This trait to quickly adapt and evolve as a whole led to the species feeling superior to all other lifeforms. This is ironic since the species thrived off of the other species for their power. But as with most species that reach a high intellect they never learn to mind the past and learn from mistakes. As such the symbiosians felt that any species deemed obsolete or insufficient for genetic material was destroyed. This xenocide led to a civil war within the species killing off billions of people. The desire to end the war on both side led to different evolutions within the species. The result was the sacrifice of intellect in favor of strength and speed. These "augmentations" led to massive bloodshed and eventually plummeted the species into a stone age. The symbiosians forgot how to utilize their genes to allow themselves the ability to change their own bodies. But they slowly built up their civilization to a pre-industrial age. At this point the symbiosians had regained most of their intellect and began exploring possibilities with chemistry and biology. Eventually a biologist interested in the natural selection of the species occupying the world that he new began to notice strange things. Among these observations was that people in different region tended to take on traits of the organisms around them when in long term contact. He presented his findings to the world at large only to be chastised by the leading religious state for blasphemous ideas. He was executed for his beliefs and blasphemy to the church. That's when he passed on into the Afterlife... Affiliations -None Allies -None Enemies -The Symbiosian Church Accomplishments -None so far.
Skills Symbiosis(Major)- Locke can create a symbiotic relationship with any organisms effectively gaining a bonus from the relationship. This relationship must be benificial to both parties and grants bonuses to both accordingly. After a long enough period of time the two eventually become one organism effectively creating a new being. This however takes time and a great deal of energy.
Genetic Sense(Minor)- By making physical contact with an organism Locke can gain insight into the organisms physical traits and capabilities.
Seeing how much work you put into this, I'm going to approve it. However, any and all symbiotic relationships need to be approved with me and, if need be, I'll take over making the bonuses. Don't do it with PC characters.
Not a problem i was expecting you to present all possible bonuses from the relationships. This way you can keep me at an equal power level with everyone else, while also providing me with flavor. Off to the gates!
Stats & Facts Name - Virgil Michaels Race - Human Age - 17 at death Height - 5'11" Weight - 147 lbs Appearance - Short, brown hair. A unibrow, large nose, and ears that jet out to make them appear to be very large. Apparel - Nothing. He was naked at death. (Just playing off your joke in the handbook) Background - Virgil died living a life of adventure. He always loved sneaking out of the house to go explore caves, participate in fistfights with orcs, and be an overall danger-seeker. He always thought it would be a dark knight, or a dragonling that would end his life, but it turned out to be vampira seductress, who had coaxed him out of his clothes to allow for easier blood access. Affiliations - Allies - Enemies - Almost everything. He's always trying to find new ways to put himself in danger. Accomplishments -
Skills Danger seeking- It's as though Virgil has an aura around him that always lures him into dangerous situations, that he can only just barely get out of. Then he goes to brag to his friends. Adrenaline Rush- Whenever Virgil gets into trouble (as he most certainly will) his level of excitement rises, and with it, his adrenaline, making him much faster and stronger than any normal person at average levels.
At the end of the nearly-endless hallways is a counter with three elderly receptionists, endlessly giving out forms to fill to allow the recently inhumed into the Celestial Empire. The form is not very long, but every bit is essential.
Stats & Facts
Name -
Race -
Age -
Height -
Weight -
Appearance -
Apparel -
Background -
Affiliations -
Allies -
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Age: 19 at Death
Race: Elf (Female)
Height: 5'11
weight: 112 lbs
Appearance: Alex is slight with long, straight, jet black hair which she likes to cover one eye with.
Apparel: She wears a necklace with an ankh pendant below a dark body suit and a large black robe.
Background: Alex Died trying to save her brother, Mel. when the gang lords arrived to collect their money, they attempted to kill her brother who was lacking the funds. knowing that her brother would never be able to supply the cash, She offered her 'services' to the gang lords... an offer that they couldn't resist. After being humialiated by several of them, fear of ratting the gang out took hold of them, and the gang leader suffocated her.
Affiliation-None
Enemies- None
Accomplishments- none
Skills:
Benevolence: Her will to care for other often overpowers her will to save herself. When she senses danger for another, her senses and abilities heigten. her already agile frame becomes even faster, to the point where many things seem like they're in slow motion.
Fade: The Humiliation that she faced at her death carried into her afterlife, making her blend in very easily with her surroundings.
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Winner MTGS Weekly Sig/Banner Contest
Weeks: 37/85/87/94/135/159/160/226
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Winner MTGS Weekly Sig/Banner Contest
Weeks: 37/85/87/94/135/159/160/226
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Can an old friend of mine join in?
Stats & Facts
Name – Bran Tarki
Race – Half-Orc (Human mother, Orc father)
Age – 36 years
Height – 2 m. 02 cm.
Weight – 114 k.
Appearance – Bran has dark brown eyes and long, greasy black hair. Like all other Orcs and Half-Orcs, his skin is greyish and tough. He has many scars, some of which – the ones on his arms and chest – seem to be self-applied in an almost ritualistic fashion, and he bears them with pride. Being a Half-Orc, Bran is considerably broader and stronger than most humans.
Apparel – Bran favours simple, dark clothing: A vest and a pair of pants that disappear into a pair of leather boots just below his knees. He also has a woollen vest, to wear when it gets cold.
Background – In life, Bran enjoyed a deserved reputation for being a cunning poacher, a fierce bar fighter, but most of all a very skilled bounty hunter, who brought many a criminal to justice. People often voiced the opinion that Bran only helped the Law to earn coin, seeing as how the Half-Orc got into trouble with that same Law for petty acts on just as many occasions, but in truth Bran just loved a good fight, like many of the Orcish blood. The coin sustained him, but it was the challenge to hunt down and fight a worthy foe that drove him.
Having survived the attempts on his life by numerous criminals, the Half-Orc finally came to his end at the tips of several daggers, wielded by professional assassins hired by a corrupt government official he was hunting down.
Affiliations – None
Allies – None
Enemies – None
Accomplishments – None
Skills
Bloodhound (major, connected to life and death) – Bran can instinctively track and locate (to within five hundred meters) any person by possessing something that once belonged to that person.
Trap Sense (minor, connected to life) – Bran can instinctively sense when a trap, be it mechanical or magical is nearby.
- J.
GandalX - I gotta say, this character is just too powerful, and needs to be toned down a lot. He's far too fast, and his senses are far too strong. While I'm not saying that he can't GROW to that level, through RP, it's way, way too strong to start with.
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Name: Myst Flave
Race: Minotaur
Gender: Male
Age: 50
Height: 7 feet
Weight: 260 lbm
Appearance: As a Minotaur, it went by without being said that Myst had bovine features, including two sharp wicked gleaming horns. He also had a blue-red tattoo on his right cheek, in the shape of a fist holding a lightning bolt, to symbolize his allegiance to his tribe.
Apparel: Myst preferred a light armor-based clothing, reinforced heavily only around his shield arm. Other than that, he usually wore a heavy ritual robe, decorated with shamanistic symbols and marks.
A necklace with a circular wooden pendant - Twice during a fight, you may use the amulet to summon a covering for your body made of steel-strength magic. This will block any damage coming from a weapon of steel strength or less. (Starting weapons are below steel strength)
Background: Myst was a warrior-protector of his tribe, as was befitting a male of his race. However, due to influences from his mother, who was a shaman of the tribe, Myst picked up some shamanistic skills too. And thus, he was also a minor shaman of his tribe; his skills most notably centered on the control of emotions. Myst’s death was rather unspectacular however, even if it was a honorable death. He died defending his home and tribe, from a particularly intense raid launched by a rival tribe.
Affiliations: None
Allies: None
Enemies: None
Accomplishments: None
Skills
Emotion: Rage – When Myst felt he or others close to him were placed in a life-threatening situation unfairly, he went into a berserk-like mode, where he was totally immune to mind-based control and illusions. Then, from there he would proceed to negate the so-called threats with his focused and thus moderately enhanced strength and speed.
Emotion: Calm – Myst could induce calmness in a person, himself included, to negate feelings of fear, panic, or shock. It also had the benefit of increasing the body and mental regeneration that was only usually found in a focused meditation.
We'll make you an offer you can't refuse.
Hosting: Vista Mafia
Hosted: Intrigue Mafia (Mini), Seance #43 (Basic), Conflux Mafia (Normal), Goo Mafia (FTQ), Experiment #26 (Basic)
Ongoing/Completed - 0/41
Town/Mafia/SK/Survivor - 30/6/4/1
NKed/Lynched/Survived - 15/11/15
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Sorry, I wasn't entirely sure about the power level of this WP (perhaps I should have said 'non-magical metal weapons', as I had originally contemplated)...
I've changed the skills as you've suggested I have not included a new minor skill, as I've noticed that both PurpleD and Dagger also both only have two skills.
- J.
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If so...
Name - Eladrayius
Race - Human mutant
Age - 25
Height - 6'5
Weight - 150
Appearance - Tall skinny mutant that has brown hair and green eyes.
Apparel - Brown over coat, White shirt with stain, Jeans
Background - Grew up in ATD WP and was infected with the radiation that annilated a great part of the world, He now has the power to control/ speak to machines. He gained friends with an Arcadian and a soldier who, together, were able to stop the rise of a great demon with incredable power. After the battle an alternate version of Eladrayius discovered a demon machine in the real reality that the alternate Eladrayius was combating. After the two of them met up, the arcidian, soldier, and 2 Eladrayius fought and destroyed the reality altering super computer. At the cost of their own lives
Affiliations - None in the afterworld
Allies - Arcadians
Enemies - Fallen Arcadians (evil)
Accomplishments - Killed powerful/evil arcadian. Destroyed reality altering super computer bent on controling the world. Helped save Arcadian race. His best friend is a small PDA about the size of an Ipod video.
Skills
Computer control/speaking Though, how helpful this will be in the afterworld...I don't know.
Engeneering, Hes good at building machines and artifacts.
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
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Approved. This should be interesting.
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If you want to know what power level you should be looking for, check out the currently approved characters.
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Name - Ricky Justen
Race - Human
Age - 38
Height - 6' 2"
Weight - 225 lbs
Appearance - Tall, muscular build, long black hair, pulled back in a tight pony tail
Apparel - Dark red jacket, black shirt underneath, torn and tattered jeans, dark brown boots, tattoo up the left arm of a sword.
Background - As a boy, his parents were both warriors, and ended up as rebels against the Four. Since then, he's been training to be a mighty swordsman, and plans to find them someday to bring them back to their senses.
Affiliations - none
Allies - none. :'(
Enemies - probably everyone else.
Accomplishments - probably wouldn't matter even if he did have one or two.
Skills
Keenness- Has the ability to make his sword tip to where it can cut through most anything, but it takes energy for him to maintain the keenness of the blade, so he can only do it once per encounter.
Speed- Being a swordsman, you need to be seriously fast. That's just what he is. He can reach running speeds of 35 mph, but he can only last at such high speed for 10 minutes tops.
As for speed, I think I read somewhere that an average human can only reach about 25 miles per hour, so 40 is sort of pushing it. Drop it to 35, give yourself another trick if you'd like, then you're good.
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EDITED again. And now I'm off unless anything else is "bluh".
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Race - Star
Age - Don't even ask...
Height - Apears to be five foot seven
Weight - Absurd
Appearance - In death, Redpyre apears as an unremarkable man with average featchers. He'd be completly forgetable if it wasn't for the fact that he seemed to be composed of crimson light and surounded by a penumbra of flickering shadow.
Apparel - Nothing, he's going comando.
Background - In life Redpyre reighned over a small little four planet system untill his eventual colapse into a black hole.
Affiliations - None
Allies - None
Enemies - None
Accomplishments - Does achieving a stabal nuclear fusion reaction count?
Skills
Absolute Apathy: In life Redpyre was as about as far removed from the mortal coil as its possable to be. He watched countless species struggle and fail to survive. He's chronicaly desensetized to the afairs of anything or anyone that isn't of concern to the starkin.
Dead Star: Redpyre is notably stronger and more durable then your typical soul thanks to the residual mass left over from his past life, though not anyway near a 'Hulk SMASH!' comicly retarded fashion.
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Name -Locke D'Bashere
Race -Symbiosian
Age - 45
Height -4 feet tall
Weight -100 lb
Appearance - Dark-blue skinned humanoid. Lean muscular build with slightly long limbs. His hair is Jet-black and shoulder length with several silver streaks in it.
Apparel - Black pants that droop at the ankles. Sleevless black shirt with oriental style button up along with a black coat that covers the length of his body down to his calves. He wears simple black shoes and wears a charm of some sort around his neck.
Background - Locke is from a species that evolved to the point of mastering their own genes. As long as they could form a symbiotic relationship with an organism they could eventually incorporate the desired trait into their genetic code. This trait to quickly adapt and evolve as a whole led to the species feeling superior to all other lifeforms. This is ironic since the species thrived off of the other species for their power. But as with most species that reach a high intellect they never learn to mind the past and learn from mistakes. As such the symbiosians felt that any species deemed obsolete or insufficient for genetic material was destroyed. This xenocide led to a civil war within the species killing off billions of people. The desire to end the war on both side led to different evolutions within the species. The result was the sacrifice of intellect in favor of strength and speed. These "augmentations" led to massive bloodshed and eventually plummeted the species into a stone age. The symbiosians forgot how to utilize their genes to allow themselves the ability to change their own bodies. But they slowly built up their civilization to a pre-industrial age. At this point the symbiosians had regained most of their intellect and began exploring possibilities with chemistry and biology. Eventually a biologist interested in the natural selection of the species occupying the world that he new began to notice strange things. Among these observations was that people in different region tended to take on traits of the organisms around them when in long term contact. He presented his findings to the world at large only to be chastised by the leading religious state for blasphemous ideas. He was executed for his beliefs and blasphemy to the church. That's when he passed on into the Afterlife...
Affiliations -None
Allies -None
Enemies -The Symbiosian Church
Accomplishments -None so far.
Skills
Symbiosis(Major)- Locke can create a symbiotic relationship with any organisms effectively gaining a bonus from the relationship. This relationship must be benificial to both parties and grants bonuses to both accordingly. After a long enough period of time the two eventually become one organism effectively creating a new being. This however takes time and a great deal of energy.
Genetic Sense(Minor)- By making physical contact with an organism Locke can gain insight into the organisms physical traits and capabilities.
Approved.
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Name - Virgil Michaels
Race - Human
Age - 17 at death
Height - 5'11"
Weight - 147 lbs
Appearance - Short, brown hair. A unibrow, large nose, and ears that jet out to make them appear to be very large.
Apparel - Nothing. He was naked at death. (Just playing off your joke in the handbook)
Background - Virgil died living a life of adventure. He always loved sneaking out of the house to go explore caves, participate in fistfights with orcs, and be an overall danger-seeker. He always thought it would be a dark knight, or a dragonling that would end his life, but it turned out to be vampira seductress, who had coaxed him out of his clothes to allow for easier blood access.
Affiliations -
Allies -
Enemies - Almost everything. He's always trying to find new ways to put himself in danger.
Accomplishments -
Skills
Danger seeking- It's as though Virgil has an aura around him that always lures him into dangerous situations, that he can only just barely get out of. Then he goes to brag to his friends.
Adrenaline Rush- Whenever Virgil gets into trouble (as he most certainly will) his level of excitement rises, and with it, his adrenaline, making him much faster and stronger than any normal person at average levels.
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