ACRONYM Character Registry.

[TwoBitWriter]

Name: Jon
Race: Shapeshifter
Age: 6 Months
Height:6’1” (Preferred Humanoid Form)
Weight: 186 (Preferred Humanoid Form)
Alignment: Neutral

Equipment:

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MageWeave Clothing (capable of changing form with him,) a wizard's wand of unknown power, a history book on The Town, and his Assassin's Dagger (concealed.)

Background

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Jonlas IV was the artificial creation of the wizard Jonlas Lankhannen. He was the fourth incarnation, but the first to be given sentience. He was formed from the combination of both corpses of various magical and mundane creatures and specially-mixed alchemical components. With the ability to shift his form into any living creature that he has seen, the wizard Lankhannen used him to spy on his enemies and assassinate those who caused him trouble.

After performing an assassination on a rival wizard, Jonlas happened upon the woman’s library. This target had been different. This woman had not wronged his master. Up until that point he had been sent against those who had somehow worked to draw his master's ire. This time he had been told to kill the woman and retrieve her wand, for the master desired its power.
Curiosity, naivety, and the confusion overcame his directive from Lankhannen, and he opened a tome about a place called “The Town.” After spending hours perusing the dead wizard’s library, Jonlas decided to find this place called “Town.” Taking a single wand from his target’s study, and the book on The Town’s history, Jonlas headed out on foot. The journey was long… and harsh, but Jonlas eventually arrived in Town, nearly collapsing in the streets from hunger and exhaustion.

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In his typical form, he resembles a younger version of his former master. He is tall, of medium build, and quite handsome with long, shaggy brown hair that occasionally hangs over a pair of brown eyes. However, he can assume many different forms, though he will only occasionally do this. He has a natural talent with fighting with various forms of blades and sneaking, having extensive assassination training from his master. He is still incredibly ill-informed of the outside world and is thus extremely open to suggestion. He has no knowledge of good and evil, knowing only orders.
Seduced by LaRoth, Jonlas briefly aided her in her plot by kidnapping Melody and assisting an assault on GLoG headquarters. He was injured and left for dead by those he thought were friends. He stewed in a holding cell for a few days until freed by Alexander and Rabbit Vasque.
He has grown aspirations of becoming his own master, one day. But this will largely depend on if his internal growth is properly guided. He has taken his first steps to achieving this goal thanks to Rabbit Vasque, who successfully severed his connection to his former master.
He speaks in this color.

[Reinholdt]

Calublufiok

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Fey'ri

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Goblin

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Lich

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Iron Lich

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The Tower serving as his phylactery has been destroyed as has his body. Calublufiok has been ELIMINATED.

*cough* Just kidding. He now looks like a nymph. Seeing as how he stole Irene's body, mind, and soul to use for his own evil purposes.

Gender: Male
Race: Fey'ri reincarnated into Goblin, transformed into lich.
Age: unknown
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Class: Fatespinner
Description: Just your average looking Fey'ri/Goblin/Lich. Seeing as how much they like to change shape, though, who knows if that's what he looks like.

Equipment and Abilities: The usually wizardy stuff you probably don't want to deal with. One of his more unusual items is a bag of jellybeans he keeps with him at all times. You don't ever see him eat one, though...

Plus all the advantages and disadvantages that come with being a lich. Such as immunity to mind affecting stuff.

Backstory: Back in the day, he lived the average Fey'ri life of political intrigue and backstabbery (they're worse than the drow). Upon learning of a soon to be murder attempt, being frustated with it all, and, well, being a teenage demon elf thing, he decided to leave for good. This... didn't go over so well with the Fey'ri society, seeing as how their home was well hidden from the world and any potential leak was viewed as a serious threat. Now hunted by both his kind and all who held stereotypes against him, he fled and used his shapeshifting abilities to hide as best he could.

Perhaps inevitably, he found his way amongst adventurers, constantly working even against them to keep his secret, lest his former queen's assassins find him. Through many twists and turns he found a gateway to another world, far from Faerun. Upon traveling through this gate, he was reincarnated as a Gobber, though for some reason he maintained his demonic wings. This place mixed technology and magic like he had never seen. Eventually he learned how to harness this gate technology and build it himself. Once he did, he made sure to destroy any others who knew, as well as any other gates he could find. Building one in a secret place, he came here, and is now attempting to accomplish his goal.

Originally, his goals started out small as to be expected from a rebellious teenager. He wanted to end the persecution of his people. Eventually he grew to realize this wouldn't happen so chose instead on becoming a powerful mage. Even later he decided his goal was to become a lich(succeeded) and take over his own race's kingdom, then take over the world, then become a god, and finally destroy the world. It is at this last goal he stands now, having abandoned the rest.

Theme song: When You're Evil

[banjo1985]

Cade Mekhet

Male
Human
Age – 17

Alliance - None

Description

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Cade is a thin, sullen looking boy in his late teens. His unruly mop of hair is dyed a deep red, and tends to hang over his eyes most of the time. Cade likes that just fine; it’s his eyes that show more about him than he wants to talk about, it’s his eyes that give a suspicion of the trauma that he’s been through. They are a deep brown, and look much older and tired than they should in one of his age. It’s obvious that he was once a handsome boy, and may well be again, but recent experiences have left him looking shell-shocked and care-worn.

Cade tends towards wearing neutral colours like greys and blacks, usually with a pair of worn jeans and trainers. He rarely speaks right now, when he does his voice cracks and wavers, like his vocal chords are recovering from some injury. He gives the impression of someone who has had to deal with far more recently than anyone ever should, someone who would end his suffering if only he could bring himself to.

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Cade had a happy childhood, growing up in a small rural town with his mother and stepfather. A bright pupil, he did well at school and was odds on for a scholarship. That all changed one night a month ago. Cade was in his bedroom when the screams started downstairs. He made the mistake of rushing out onto the landing…and watched as a mass of shadowy creatures tore his family apart.

Why they left him alone he doesn’t know, they clearly heard and saw him, as he wept on the stairs he felt the glowing red orbs of the creatures pass over him. There he stayed until someone came to the house and discovered the charnel scene that had played out in the living room.

That was a month ago. Cade was put into the care of the government, and is still closely psychologically monitored. He is still clearly numb from what happened, he rarely speaks, and his counselling sessions tend to degrade into an hour of sullen silence. Cade is damaged goods, emotionally dead. Whether he stays that way depends on what happens now…

[Almighty Salmon]

Draco

Name: Draco
Race: Mutant
Age: 34
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Power Level: 7
Physical Notes: Draco has several odd, dark green, symbolic tattoos on his face. His eyes are emerald coloured, with slitted, snake like pupils. He has a long, forked tongue, just like a serpent, and two very large fangs.
Equipment: He carries two very sharp Sai with him wherever he goes.
Abilities: Draco has the abilities of a snake. A single venomous bite or spit from him contains enough venom to take down at least 10 fully grown humans. He can also shapeshift into a snake at will.

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Maric

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Gender: Male
Race: Moogle
Age: undefined
Alignment: CG
Class (or approximation): Red Mage
Description: reddish-white fur, red leather armor, a small crossbow, a small sword, blue eyes. when casting magic his eyes will change to match the kind of magic cast (black or white)
Equipment and Abilities: Crossbow, sword, assorted Materia, magic.
Backstory: Maric is a Airship builder who found his way here, the ACROverse, on a ship he made.

[Bergett]

Michael

Name: Michael
Race: Human
Age: 23
Alignment: Chaotic Evil/trying to get better than that...
Class: Ninja/assassin that sort of area
Appearance: Short, small, agile man with blonde hair and blue eyes. Usually wears black ninja clothes. small scar on his left cheek.
Equipment: Ninja sword (of course). knives, lots of knives. Two 9mm pistols. Backpack with generic sack of supplies.
Backstory: Michael is a ninja trained from some far away land. He ran away from the guild when he was sick of all the lawful good there and turned to a life of evil. Loves to kill, steal, cause havoc. He has little tolerance for good and has a short temper. He solves his problems with violence.
However of recent, he is starting to doubt his life and wishes to do some more with it. He feels his life has started to lose it's meaning. "I have killed a hundred people but never had a single friend." He wants to have more to a life than just senseless killing. He wants to have more than just that. He then is going on a path to redemption from those ways.

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Yuari
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i will be your Liberator
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 28ish
Alignment: NE / CE
Class (or approximation): Reaper of souls
Power Rating: 7
Description: Yuari wears gray and red robes. All of her equipment is not visible when not in battle.
Equipment and Abilities:
Scythe, Magic Gauntlets, various Materia
Abilities:
Black Magic
Backstory: Yuari came to the ACROverce on the same ship as Maric but she vanished shortly thereafter
Miscellaneous: she loves to cast Death

[Draken]

One among many characters I use without regularity. The more regularly used ones ar eunlikely to be described any time soon.

Nemo

"Heed my words, for they are grievous, and you called this fate upon yourself."

Titles: The Harbinger of Ill Omens, The Herald of Dark Prophecies, The Bringer of Bad News.
Race: Wintergaunt
Class: Fighter
Gender: Male
Age: Undead
Stuff: Nemo only carries his Ice Arms and Armor. These are, however, superior to the ice arms and armor of ye average wintergaunt.
Description: Nemo's been a servant of Draken and the Kyorl'Zuraj for a long, long time. What favour he called upon these dreadful beings has been forgotten to time, but the words he used were not, which indicates he hated a god.
Currently Nemo bids his time wandering the universe, the messenger of his foul masters, every now and then, he is sent to the ACRONYM world to threaten people with prophecies and to generally give bad news. His sense of humour is not dead and frozen, but it is only funny to him.

[Duos]

Name: Ludovic S.A.N.C.E.O.
Race: Sentient Nanocolony.
Gender: Male.
Power Level: probably well over 14, albeit self-restricted to 7, "Because it's much more sporting this way".
Alignment: Evilish, Neutralish.
Physical Appearance: Ludovic Sanceo is tall, although not nearly as tall as Martin. He is perhaps 6'10". He wears a slim, pale grey tuxedo, which upon closer inspection appears to be a bulked down suit of powered armor. His head is enclosed in a silvery, opaque domed visor, which completely obscures his features. He wears special gloves that attach to the suit, which is completely sealed against the environment.
Equipment Carried: Ludovic usually carries no equipment, although he does always wear his suit. Sometimes he will be found carrying his valise or his cane.
Personality: Ludovic, or Vic to his closer associates, is a very warm, lighthearted fellow, unusual for most evil individuals. He's always got a kind word for those who are down, and he is always willing to help out others when they're in need. He has what passes for charisma and wit, although it often has darker undertones. Unfortunately, he is, under his surface, a very cruel and manipulative person. He will often point someone in the 'right' direction to further his schemes, and his advice will sometimes lead the advisee directly into trouble. He always has a sceme in mind, and those around him will find themselves, willing, witting, or not, drawn into them for his benefit. He enjoys having people sign contracts with him, especially if they end up owing him a favor. Favors are rather flexible in definition. He appears to refer to himself in the third person, although it's actually because he's a composite of several trillion nanites.
Backstory: Ludovic began his life, or approximation, as a liquid-state robot, built by Martin. He was eventually upgraded into a nanite swarm, and equipped with a prototype time drive. His last name is actually his original designation-Sentient Ambient Nanite Colony Experiment One. After a while, Ludovic was given the ability to slowly upgrade his own hardware, although he still depended on Martin for software updates. Martin also installed an AI, which he still regrets, as he hates Ludovic's slightly stuffy British persona. Ludovic hitched a ride with Martin when he crossed dimensions, and has his own agenda. He has since refined his time drive, and has used it to 'live' from the birth of creation to the end of the universe more than once.
Speech: Ludovic talks like this. With a bit of a British accent.

[Thanatos 51-50]

Lord Wilhelm Saalas

Gender: Male
Race: Human (Death-touched - basically a rip-off of Shadar-kai)
Age: 24
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Class (or approximation): Swashbuckler/Fighter/Rogue/(Something from that ToB thing I've never even seena copy of)
Power Rating (optional): 6 (Legendary, Villian on his home plane. Seriously, they sing songs about this dude. Most of which adivse running away)

[Morty]

Michalson
Gender: Male
Race: Half-elf
Occupation: Shadowcaster working as a bounty hunter
Age: 28
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Backstory: Michalson has a tendency towards killing or severely hurting people who ask about his past, which leads to a conclusion it's not very pleasant. Another clue would be his constant state of anger and agression towards the rest of the world. There must also have been some sort of accident that gave him several unhealable wounds- one on his forehead, one on each of his forearms and one of his right hand, luckily he is left-handed. Either way, what he was doing before becoming a succesful bounty hunter is a mystery. Michalson is ruthless and compassionless, but he views unnecesary sadism and curelty with disdain, as a silly waste of time and effort. As to his other personality traits, it's sufficient to say that he's an arrogant, misanthropic d*ck. He fervently worships a deity known as Lady Death, who is in fact Mother Eve in her aspect of the Crone, but he doesn't know that.
Appearance: Michalson is a quite tall, extremely skinny half-elf. He's got a strong loathing for sunlight, so he keeps his skin covered by long grey robe, hood and veil. He's got several stiched wounds, gaunt eyes and pale skin, which doesn't endear him to people. He has unkempt brown haird and a short beard.
Abilities: Michalson practices form of magic known as shadowcasting, that is based on manipulating shadows, mists and smoke, as well as, to a limited degree, perception. It allows him to achieve various effects, his favorite being forming shadows into black thorns that strangle and stab his enemies or protect him. He's also good at "jumping" from place to place through shadows. He's very frail physically, so he relies on his magic.
Equipment: Michalson's equipment consist of his staff, that he uses to help him channel magical power and as a weapon, his clothing and his spellbook. His robe is seemingly non-magical, but Michalson knows a spell that makes it able to deflect blows. He also has his rat familiar, Gink, who follows him around, usually sitting on the shadowmage's shoulder and is the only living being Michalson treats with a semblance of respect and affection.

[Trizap]

Gender: Male
Race: Catfolk
Age: ???
Alignment:Chaotic Neutral
Class (or approximation): Artificer/ Rogue
Power Rating (optional): 5
Description: tiger-like catfolk, white labcoat, blue shirt, grey pants, green eyes, or just look at my avatar.

Equipment and Abilities: Many, Many inventions, he can also invent anything .
Backstory: Trizap is a mad scientist who travels the multiverse just cause he can, being taught by a secret organization of geniuses called The Society of the Neomind.
Miscellaneous: has a cybernetic implant that keeps him from aging, travels in the Trinity, his blue oval ship.

[Phase]

Phase

Gender: N/a (Appears and acts male to appear more physically powerful. Were he to have flesh he would choose to be female due to dangly bits.)
Race: Moon
Age: 4.527 Billion years old. Give or take ten million.
Alignment: Apathetic Evil
Class (or approximation): Celestial
Power Rating (optional): 10
Description: Imagine the moon. Now shrink it down to the size of a golf-cart. Now put an insubstantial robed body beneath it, for flavor.
Equipment and Abilities: Has a menagerie of technology in his extra-dimensional room. Can bend the waves of gravity to the effect of super-powerful telekenisis. Has been known to use magic from time to time.
Backstory: Once upon a time there was nothing. then there was something. After a long while that something formd into Thea, which crashed into a molten pile of slag, which then formed the Earth (Terra) and the Moon (Phase). Voila.
Miscellaneous: Has numerous cults/religions worshipping him. Dislikes things that exist. Rivals with Sol.

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Norun Orshikk
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Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 31
Alignment: N
Class (or approximation): Hunt Saboteur / Bounty Hunter
Description:Fair skinned, light but sturdy build. he wears a bomber's coat, light dark colored slacks and a blue shirt
Equipment and Abilities: Blaster Pistol, Ion Pistol, Dart Gun (with Knockout darts), Modified Y-wing, Modified Maka-Eekai.
Backstory: Hard to come by.

[ghost_warlock]

Pickman

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Gender: Technically androgynous, male-ish build and personality however
Race: Intermingled Undead/Fungus colony
Age: unknown, hundreds of years old; ballpark guess: around 700-years-old or so
Alignment: Neutral (evil)
Class: Artist/master painter/scholar/philosopher
Description:

Pickman appears as gaunt humanoid with dark greyish-purple skin. His skin is withered and weathered, like a corpse left laying in the desert sun. He has long, thin, pointed ears that stick out from the sides of his head and his dark eyes are slightly sunken. Like a cat's, his eyes reflect light, appearing to shine in darkness. His face, although mostly human-like, has a feral aspect to it with a heavy brow and a wide nose. His mouth is full of nasty, sharp, pointy teeth and his fingers are tipped with short claws. He has small, goat-like hooves for feet. He is utterly hairless.

His chest, shoulders, biceps, and the top of his head are spotted with olive-colored mold. Erratic rows of orange-spotted red toadstools have sprouted from his back an peek over his shoulders.

A pair of ancient, tattered, and stained grey trousers are all that remains of his clothing. Some of the stains appear to be from blood.

Pickman speaks in DarkSlateGray.

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Equipment
Ancient, tattered, and stained grey trousers.

Stuffed into the trouser pockets:
The Silver Key which opens portals to and from Unknown Kadath.
Several gold coins he took from the castle treasury, remembering from his human life that these are supposedly worth something.

Abilities
Although somewhat stronger and more agile than most humans, Pickman doesn't possess many other supernatural powers or abilities. He has extraordinarily good senses of smell and hearing, short claws on his fingers, and fangs. His bite attack can easily crack and splinter bone. If pressed, he can disgorge a digestive enzyme, which stings and smells hideous. The enzyme seeps into skin, and most other materials, and will continue to reek for days even if washed off. If magical means are used to wash the enzyme off the smell will still linger, albeit muted, for a few hours.

Composed partially of undead and plant tissue, Pickman is resistant to many forms of attack that prove ineffective against these types of creatures. However, Pickman is more of a lover than a fighter. And, honestly, he isn't much of a lover, either, given his undead-and-partially-fungal physiology. He can stand up to a stout beating and is never-tiring, but is unlikely to pose much of a threat to an experienced combatant.

Pickman's body is little more than a bipedal colony of fungal spores, connected psychically with the rest of the colony back in the caves and castle Pickman left behind recently. If his body is destroyed, the colony back in the cavern can grow a new body for him in a few days. If injured, he can heal relatively quickly by increasing the growth rate of the fungi that composes his body. Although he does technically need to eat in order to sustain the fungi colony, his dietary needs are exceptionally simple and he can go without eating for long periods of time if given an ample meal beforehand.

The fungal colony back in the caves stretches for miles and is unlikely to be completely erradicated if an enemy should somehow find their way to the caves and attempt to cleanse them of the abominable undead/fungi symbiosis. Given his partially undead nature, as well as the regenerative capabilities offered by the colony, Pickman is effectively immortal.

Although the psychic connection between Pickman and the rest of the colony extends over any distance on the colony's plane of origin, planar travel will cut off this connection, resulting in the colony growing a new body as if Pickman had been killed.

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Richard Upton Pickman was born on Earth in the late 1800's. While attending university, he gained a reputation as an extraordinarily skilled artist, especially so for his paintings.

However, while searching for inspiration one night, he happened upon a group of ghouls feeding and something about them entranced him. He quickly became obsessed with the creatures and began stalking them; searching for them at night, watching them feast on cadavers, and attempting to follow them back to their lairs before daybreak.

His studies began to suffer as he routinely sacrificed sleep and class attendance in order to pursue his nocturnal habits. It wasn't long, however, before the ghouls noticed he was watching, which could have spelled disaster for him. But, perhaps sensing a kindred spirit in him, they did not immediately slay him. Instead, they allowed him to take infrequent photographs of them which he used as references for his art. He began to paint again, this time depicting a subject matter far darker and gruesome than anything he'd done before.

It wasn't long before he was ostracized and later expelled from the univeristy. Booted from the university dormitories and having no family to return to, he found housing where he could, usually in run-down and dangerous sections of the city. His association with the ghouls grew only stronger as he used the last of his inheritance to seize ownership of a key property and welcomed them into his home, giving them easy access to a vast network of underground tunnels forgotten beneath the city.

As time went on, Pickman's association with the ghouls had more and more of an effect on his body and psyche - he began to transform into one as well.

However, a chance accident led to a large fire in the section of town where Pickman and his ghouls resided. Fleeing the flames, the ghouls brought him along as they travelled with a silver key through a portal long forgotten by men; into Unknown Kadath.

For unknown years he travelled with the pack of ghouls through Unknown Kadath, eventually becoming a ghoul himself. However, his mind remained ever-keen and his skill at artistry never diminished despite his increasingly perverse appetite for the flesh of the living and the dead. He became a great leader of ghouls as the pack continued to grow under his guidance and he fathered many ghoul-pups.

However, tragedy eventually struck. While leading a hunting party through unexplored territory, Pickman and his pack encountered a strange tomb. When they removed the large stone slab covering the sarcophagus they found, instead of a delicious corpse, an iron grate over a deep hole delving down into blackness. Perhaps foolishly, they removed the grate and attempted to better inspect the well-like pit. In the process, however, Pickman and two of his lieutenants fell inside, plunging down into darkness; their comrades meeping their funeral song sorrowfully above.

When Pickman and his fellows finally landed at the bottom, the fall fractured their hardy but withered bodies. Barely conscious and injured beyond ability to move, they rested there hoping against hope they might be somehow rescued. Against hope, it indeed was, for the floor and walls of the pit they'd fallen into was lined with a variety of insidious fungi that slowly began to spread over their putrefied bodies and consume them while they could do nothing to halt the fungi's progress.

However, perhaps by some strange alchemical miracle, utterly destroy them the fungi did not. Instead, over many months, it infested their necrotic flesh in an ever-spreading, unique colony. Though their bodies were eventually consumed, their individual minds mingled together in a newfound consciousness withthat of the fungi.

Utterly changed, yet frighfully similar, Pickman emerged from the colony with a new body, crafted of undead flesh as well as living fungus. His memories intact, though mixed about with those of the other ghouls who befell the same fate as he; though his dominant personality held the greatest sway.

Finally mobile once again, Pickman decided to explore for the first time the pit that would apparently forever be his home. To his surprise, it was not a well alone, but a mere moonlit glade amongst a near-endless sprawl of underground tunnels.

His eyes long-ago turned to the dead orbs of a ghoul, darkness impeded his vision not and so he traveled the tunnels, everywhere he went shedding spore to take root amidst the caverns in an ever-expanding colony of undead and fungal flesh intermingled. Eventually, he came to a dark and lonely castle, long ago buried and forgotten by unknown peoples to unknown purpose. Unafraid, he entered the keep and explored its passages.

To his surprise, the keep contained a vast gallery to the arts and a library unrivaled by anything he'd seen ever at the university of his human days. The keep was well stocked with all of the supplies needed for him to ply his trade as a painter once more, for the first time perhaps in centuries. And, thus, paint he did, amidst the perfect darkness.

At the same time, he would scour the various tomes of the library, ever seeking further forbidden truths and accused inspirations from the illustrations within. Though the study of language was something he had only been a dabbler while human, he quickly mastered a number of the odd and ancient languages the books were written in; almost as if the librams themselves had long waited for him to come and were anxious to share their foul knowledge with him.

Eventually, though, even the eldritch words and images in the cabalistic bibles grew tiresome to him and he longed for interaction with some creatures not of his own flesh. While walking the castle's courtyard, he chanced to spy a solitary beam of light filtering down from somewhere far above - a lone strand of moonlight. Somehow, it had penetrated the canopy of rock forming the roof of the tunnels that he had for so long believed impassable.

And so, with great strength of purpose, he scaled the castle walls, striving to bring himself closer to the light and hoping it would lead him to the surface, out of the caverns that had been his lonely home for so long.

Reaching the spire of the tower, he discovered a metal grate, like that he had fallen through so many years before. Light from a gibbous moon shone through the iron mesh onto his face for the first time since time immemorable. Though barely within reach, he took a chance at the hop up and shoved the grate aside. With a second hop, he climbed into the fresh night air in a graveyard somewhere in the lands of Acronymia. Some fool left the lid off the sarcophagus concealing the grate.

Shedding spore like dandruff, Pickman wandered off in search of someone or something interesting...

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Pickman is very, very old and, though he's smart, he's not a super-genius. Memories from his human life are faded and it takes some effort for him to remember events from that life. He has been a ghoul for far longer (a number of centuries) than he lived as a human (about 23 years) and he has been trapped, alone, in the subterranean castle for centuries since he encountered, and was infested with, the fungus that he currently shares his existence with.

As such, it takes some prodding and experimenting for him to remember how some things work; from doors to the complex rules of social interaction and even language. As such, he has a child-like curiosity about things and will largely be unaware of social nuances or boundaries. He will poke and 'test the waters' where he doesn't understand or remember something.

At the same time, he tends to take the long-view of events. Objects, creatures, and even people seem fleeting and, as such, somewhat unimportant to him. If he breaks something while experimenting with it, he will be unconcerned; simply dropping the object and moving on. He is likely to treat people in much the same way and doesn't easily form attachments unless he sees something or someone that he thinks stands a chance of being around for a while; such as other undead and other immortal beings.

A fusion of undead flesh and fungus, he has no interest in romance and the concept of it is utterly alien to him. Also, his concept of beauty is as dissimilar from human sensibilities as should be expected of a creature such as himself.

Fics featuring Pickman:

• Watching
• We Humble Players We (by Coidzor)
• Resonance

Pickman is dedicated to the memory of H.P. Lovecraft and was inspired primarily by a pair of Lovecraft's works: Pickman's Model and The Outsider.

[Raistlin1040]

Name: Tyler Vanden
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown
Age: 27
Alignment: Neutral/Evil
Class (or approximation): Sorcerer/Marksman
Affiliation: Peace

Description: Tyler's default appearancence is short, dark blond hair and blue eyes. He's well build, though he's often wearing padded leathers which don't show much of his actual muscle. Tyler always carries a black pistol with him. He frequently fiddles with it, trying to figure out new ways to make it shoot faster, or other types of weaponry. With a bit of magic, the gun can now shoot small lightning shocks.

Backstory: Tyler knows nothing up to the time he was 21 years old. Whether that's due to some sort of suspended animation, amnesia, or something else is unknown. However, he soon realized that he was something rare, an involuntary shapeshifter. On occasion, he transforms without warning into a random form, but he most often changes when he makes eye contact, often gaining a few of his target's features. The process is usually incredibly painful for him, and because of this, he never looks people in the eye, giving him either a timid or arrogant disposition depending on how one looks at it. Tyler devoted his life to organizational murders, finding a group of people he identifies with, and killing their critics or despondants. More to come, in time.

[Raistlin1040]

Name: Birdie
Gender: Male (Though he's a skeleton, so it doesn't matter)
Race: Skeletal Raven
Age: Very Old
Alignment: Neutral
Class (or approximation):...Bird?

Description: Birdie looks exactly as one would expect him to look. He's a skeletal raven, who somehow can caw and fly as if he were alive. Apparently, he's taken a liking to circular pink glasses. Funny, that.

Backstory: Birdie was once a raven in a blighted land who died of disease in a graveyard. A young Nerull, not even a god at that point, came into the graveyard and cassed a mass animate dead spell, reviving all the dead corpses, including Birdie's. After hundreds of battles, Birdie was the only survivor of the original crop of undead. When Nerull ascended to godhood, Birdie was left sitting on a post in Nerull's maddening realm, to either leave hints or harm the lost souls trying to find their way, depending on Birdie's mood.

Miscellaneous: Despite being an undead bird, Birdie is highly intelligent. Though he cannot speak in common (Though he does speak Avian). He currently lives with Rabbit, though he spends a lot of time around Amour's Temple.

[ThePhantom]

Ebenezer Marley

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Alignment : Chaotic Netural
Age: 28
Appearance: An ill-dressed gentleman. Socks don’t match, coat a bit too small, a new, green hat.
Class: Commoner

Equipment :

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His wagon, which he lives in burned by Cal. A few decks of trick cards, a pair of rigged dice, a locked chest, which he hasn’t gotten open yet.

Backstory:

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Ebenezer is a conman, and for the most part, an unsuccessful conman. He was on his way to the next town, after being chased out of the last town, when Draken’s Blizzard hit, trapping him out in the middle of the ACROYM world. The most important thing to him right now is the chest, which he got in the last town. He knows there’s something special in there, but he has yet to open it. He opened the chest, revealing a book with a enormous amount of postive energy, which knocked him out. Cal found him, but was driven off by the book. In revenge, Cal burned the wagon, the book, and Marley to ashes. However, the energy of the book restored itself and Marley. Marley wandered to the Taverna Generica, where he met Butler, which led him to join GLoG, as a sort of member, as he still doesn't have the good mentally.

[someonenonotyou]

Someone(Sonny for short/less confusing)

Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Age: Unknown around 5,000 years old but stuck in 21 year old body
Alignment: Chaotic Good (kind of leads towards neutral sometimes)
Class (or approximation): A forgotten pirate class
Power Rating (optional): 5.5
Description: A normal elf with bandana blue shirt that says GRR eyepatch

Equipment and Abilities: Sword, gun, shirt, pants, bandana, eyepacth, basic survival equipment, pirate plunder, bag o holding

Backstory: Sonny (original name was Kevin) was born in the town of iris, the head base for all ninjistu activity. Kevin then was dubbed the chosen one from the ancient prophecy. The trained until he was 15 when a pirate, raided the city. They tormented Kevin because he failed to protect them so he left on the next ship and threw off all his past and denied his destiny. He became a great pirate. Then when he meets his old friend Rose he joined her adventuring party. Where he meets his best friend Cosh and Edward the paladin. After he saved the world by sacrificing himself, the gods were angry and cursed him until he could fulfill his destiny. So the forever travels to new world went he die’s or after a certain period of time forever until he fulfill his destiny

Miscellaneous: He travels with his partner Clucky the evil chicken mage whose world was accidentally destroyed by Sonny. He hates Sonny but has to go with him to survive.

Did I do it right? i tried to keep his backstory short and simple i could have put so much more but thats the basic gist of it

[happyturtle]

Deryni Ironwood

Gender: Female
Race: Human
Alignment: Neutral leaning Good
Class: Miner
Power rating: 2
Description: She appears to be in her forties, though she's actually only 36, dark hair sprinkled with gray, crows feet around her cheerful blue eyes. Her skin is pale. Not 'undead' pale, just the pale of someone who hasn't seen a lot of sun. Her hands are calloused with short, dark stained fingernails.
Equipment and Abilities: She's very good at mining, drinking, gambling, and brawling. She has a mining pick hanging from her belt.

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Backstory: BACKGROUND:
The summer of Deryni's birth, the Red Fever was sweeping through the overcrowded tenements of Diamond Lake. When Mara Ironwood died, her brother, himself delerious with fever, cut the child out of her body. He did not long survive his sister, but the infant herself lived when even when her first wet nurse died.

As she grew up, the death that so often stalks a poor community seemed to pass her by. A fire that broke out in the hovels killed her foster family while she was in the mines as a young apprentice. A mine collapse occurred when she should have been on shift, but Dery was in jail, having been involved in a drunken brawl the night before. The illnesses and plagues that happen whenever the population grew too high never touched her, but always took someone she loved. She bore four stillborn children.

The day her last child was buried, her best friend died of childbed fever. Dery was still producing milk, and adopted the baby boy. Mauris became her pride and joy, and the light of her life. Like her, he became a miner, but unlike her, he dreams of escaping Diamond Lake and taking his wife and children to a better place. Though Dery could not imagine a life away from Diamond Lake, she would do anything for her milk son. To help him raise the money he needed, Dery was working extra shifts in the mine, when it seemed her luck had finally run out. When Mauris heard the news of the collapse, he rushed to the mines to aid in the rescue attempt. Three days later, he was himself killed in a further collapse.

Eight days after the collapse, a thin, dirty, nearly skeletal figure emerged into one of the working tunnels, climbing out of a crevice so thin that no sane person would have attempted to crawl through it. The miners could hardly believe that Deryni Ironwood had escaped death again, but soon it seemed that she had not completely escaped after all. Sometimes she seems to be the same Dery that she has always been, but she has not returned to work in the mines. When someone is dying, Deryni often appears at the deathbed without being summoned--sometimes to offer healing, but more often to provide last rites and a terrible compassion. When she learned that her milk son had died in the rescue attempt, she vowed to leave Diamond Lake forever, lest she bring down her curse on anyone else she loves.

[someonenonotyou]

Clucky
I Will muder you all

Gender: Male
Race: Chicken
Age: 53 (about 30 in human years)
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Class (or approximation): Mage
Power Rating (optional): 8
Description: he looks like just a normal chicken

Equipment and Abilities: Powerful Magic not from this world, Bag of never ending Clucky feed

Backstory:He met Sonny while in exile from his home city, they became partners until Sonny die to save him. unknown to Sonny that was a Big disgrace to the Chicken kind they put a powerful spell so he has to be feed from this bag By someone else, the worse punishment for Clucky cause he had to relie on others. When hew meet Sonny again long story short he accedently disrtoy the whole planet. Clucky then travles with Sonny.

Miscellaneous: hes not form this world so his magic is diffent from most peoples.

[Chas the mage]

Callistus.exe
Race: Human-Cyborg
Age: Appears to be early 30's, late 20's.
Alignment: Neutral Good (with chaotic good tendencies)
Affiliation: GloG, Halo.
Class: Techie (D20 modern, very D&D compatable)
Power Level: 7-ish
Description: He has black hair. His skin is a pale, generic, caucasian shade. He wears sleek looking black sunglasses, and people looking at them can see colored lights, most of which are a light shade of green. His eyes are made a light, metal alloy. The color of the eye is green. in the center, lenses, constantly adjusting and focusing can be seen. little green and red outlines of people and object can be seen, and occasional numbers and such, though most of it is to small to make out. He wears a black, leather jacket that ends half way between the waist and the knees. He has a black belt with silver colored belt buckle. he generally wears a grey shaded t-shirt. He also has a robotic hand and various cybernetic implants.

[Terry576]

Name: Ven
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Age: 1,013
Alignment: Lawful Good
Class (or approximation): Captain from Bleach manga.
Power Rating (optional): 6
Description: Slightly psychotic sword-wielding SOLDIER.
. Combined with this:
With golden eyes.
Equipment and Abilities: Bleach-Style Magic, Buster Sword, and a Dagger infused with Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind. And a icy black Katana. Yes, icy black is possible. Tis so black, you shiver.
Backstory: He's a vampire, meaning he was bitten. Originally he was a Turan, a genetically enhanced human, but in trying to stop the vampire and werewolf wars he was bitten by a vampire. That was over nine hundred years ago.
Miscellaneous: He's Ven because I like the name. Now part of Ghost.

[FireFox]

Samantha Goswell

Gender: Female
Race: Branded (Think half werecreature, half human)
Age: 56, looks 28
Alignment: Lawful Good
Power Rating: 5
Description: Tall, cream coloured skin, long red hair, has some kind of black birhtmark that looks like a tattoo on her left wrist. Wears modern clothes, has a gun holstered at her side. Generally looks haggerd due to her tending not to sleep.
Equipment and abilities: Has a custom upgraded Glock 17, along with a snub nose revolver and never less than three knives on her at all times. She uses an MP5 on missions. She has a special bracelet that nullifes psionic effects targeting her. She has heightened reflexes, dextertity and physical strength from her Branded blood. Due to decades of constant practice, she is a super-olympian marksman with any firearm.
Backstory: Sam is a counter-terror expert, one of the foremost in her field. She has trained with the SAS and most other counter-terrorism groups from all countries. Spends most of her time working with Scotland Yard and lives in GLoG. More of her backstory to be added later.

[MeatShield#236]

Havain Hanes

Gender: Male
Race: Wild Elf
Age: 52
Alignment:Chaotic Good
Class: Scout
Power Rating: 5
Description: Tall, with wild hair and green eyes.
Equipment and Abilities: Magic rapier, Numbus Bow(Minor Artifact), a cloak which allows him to turn into a manta ray while underwater, magic boots which allow him to run up walls and cellings, he cannot be detected by magical means due to a special ring he wears, a lot of daggers, and other equipment.

[Terry576]

Name: Vanessa, nicknamed "Van"
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 19
Alignment: Lawful Good
Class (or approximation): Rogue
Power Rating (optional): 4
Description: Gray Green eyes, brown hair tucked into her shirt which is a ponytail, a black shirt with ripped off sleeves, dark red pants, and green shoes.
Equipment and Abilities: a katana, shuriken, and a couple of throwing knives. Can steal, pick locks, and evade most average attacks.
Backstory: She met Terry when she turned fifteen and helps him out from time to time. Usually, she justs steals Terry's money.
Miscellaneous: N/A

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[Reinholdt]

Butler B. Butler

Gender: Male
Race: Cat-boy
Age: unknown
Alignment: Lawful Good
Class (or approximation): Undead
Description: Looks like the avatar, minus the gun and the star.
Equipment and Abilities: He's good at being a butler. He has butler things. Somehow gets away with being a butler in only his shorts and a collar. He is a World Class Kisser. Something that may have helped him get and keep many jobs. Also an excellent cook. It seems his kisses also break curses. Who knew?

Butler's touch is now super-charged with essence. He is constantly generating it. Too much of it. In order to act normally he needs to pass it off. A very minor amount can be passed by basic touch. Kissing works much better. And more intimate acts even more. Those affected feel an increase in natural emotions, sensations, strength, agility, intelligence, natural and supernatural abilities, etc. Since it's essence, anyone can be affected. But it only lasts for a short time. Touch a few minutes, kissing a day, etc.

Theme Song: Ring of Fire

[Earl of Purple]

Chak'gak

Gender: Male
Race: Choker
Age: Unknown
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Class: Probably rogue
Power Rating: 2
Description: Grey, rubbery skin, sharp teeth and claws, long arm and leg tentacles in comparison to overall height, about 30 pounds in weight and two feet high. Wears a bandoleer with pockets in and short trousers. Absolutely bald.
Equipment: Bandoleer, trousers, lockpicks and a Swiss Army knife.
Abilities: Good climber, unnaturally fast, darkvision (60ft) constriction, lock picking and strong grip.
Backstory: After being driven off by an expanding settlement of minotaur, he fled and hid in an underground city of gnomes, where he avoided the authorities on the rooftops. Eventually, he hid under a wagon on its way out and made his way to the surface.
Miscellaneous: He might be useful as an assassin, but he may eat the corpses. Most people call him Chak.

[Terry576]

Name: Elliny'ra, El for short.
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Age: 19
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Class: Red Wizard
Power Rating: 4
Description: Pale skin, green eyes and short black hair that falls in front of her face.
Equipment: Black cloak, white pants, and a gold shirt. Weaponry is a Magic sword of Fire, and a staff.
Abilities: White and Black Magic, Teleport, and awesomeness.
Backstory: She was born in the forest, and was good for all of five seconds. Thus, she was thrown out.
Miscelannious: As usual, N/A

[SurlySeraph]

I rarely participate in the ACRONYM stuff anymore, but might as well.



Name: SurlySeraph
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 53
Alignment: Lawful Good. Except when he's Lawful Neutral.
Class: Paladin/Gray Guard. Levels in Cleric (for overpowered spells) and Monk (for punching people) when the plot demands.
Power Rating: 6
Description: Unremarkable skin, grey eyes, unkempt grey hair and beard.
Equipment: Armor, holy symbol, and a lot of axes.
Abilities: SMITE EVIL. Oh, and some spells (mostly healing and destroying), passable unarmed combat skills, and a pretty great ability to soak up damage.
Backstory: Born in the Forgotten Realms, started out as a monk worshipping the death god Jergal. Became a skilled adventurer known for killing the hell out of demons. Was eventually recruited into an interplanar order of paladins. Was a cleric of St. Cuthbert for a while. Now worships all paladin-ish gods collectively, and will call upon whichever one is most applicable to the situation he's in at the moment. Though he is still a great hero, he has gotten increasingly reactionary and ill-tempered in his old age.
Miscellaneous: Surly is often courageous to the point of idiocy.
Surly tends to be relentless and obsessive in pursuit of what he considers the greater good.
Kind and loving to those he trusts, even when they are evil. Those he trusts are rather few, however.
As he's done quite a lot on behalf of various Lawful and/or Good deities, Surly can sometimes call in favors from very, very high places.
Prone to ranting about morality. Earplugs are advised.