The last thing you'll never see! Visage, ABYSSAL BLOOD RED!
Creator of the doomsday stuff! Scholar, ABYSSAL BLUE OF THE COLD OF DEATH
The Kung Fu Reaper! Gift, ABYSSAL BLACK. LIKE REALLY BLACK!
And, hailing from the other splats
The kitty who bites! Shattered Moon, LUNAR DARK GREY!
The spider and what the hell is a Ration?, Chandor, LUNAR ALL YOUR COLORS!
The servant of the imprisoned gods, and part-time dancer! Syrenica, INFERNAL SOLAROID GREEN!
Repost your sheets please. This post will later be used for uninportnat stuff like how much xp you got, and how much bounty are the gods paying for your heads
__________________ Biggest thanks to Dirtytabs for the Ponytar! He's so surturian and got thay ymeronian mane!
Name Sadness and Onyx Scholar Exalt Type and Caste Daybreak Abyssal Anima Corpses rising from their graves.
Motivation Form an entire self-sustaining society of undead constructs.
Backstory
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Kim wasn't born a pretty boy and quite enjoyed the disgusted look of the people around him. What he lacked in looks, he made up for it by having the brain of a genius.
Kim was a physician in the scavengers lands. He was what you would call a prodigy and learned quickly and easy about people anatomy. He was never interested in the well being of his patients, only in the results of his operation and surgery. In the scavenger lands, provided you had the money, Kim was willing to do any kind of jobs. Maybe change some person body to be more aesthetically pleasing? Remove organs from poor people to give to the rich? No matter, what was the problem, as long as you could afford his services, you were golden.
With times tho, he learned to how to use a weapon to defend himself and attacks the victims in the middle of night. Mostly miscreants and people who wouldn't be missed, for his organs transplant operations. One day tho, he met a beautiful woman, Rin. She didn't know about his profession and his past, she treated him like one of the nicest man in the world. Having gathered quite a bit of money, Kim decided to quit his dark endeavors and dedicate his life in helping people.
Then, one night, they walked into town...Armies of ghosts, zombies, slaughtered people through the village, when Rin ended up being mortally wounded by one of the ghost. Kim did everything in his power to save her, trying to put her guts back into her belly and stopping the bleeding. At least until a sword came down, and sliced his back.
Kim ended up on the floor bleeding and agonizing unable to move and finish the operation. He felt his life slipping away little by little, when a man came to him and looked at his table of operation. He proposed to give him a second chance and he would be able to save her. Kim accepted and stood up, he was renamed Sadness and Onyx Scholar by the Mask of Winters. She was dead and Mask of Winters pulled out the ghost from her body and swallowed her. He told Sadness and Onyx Scholar, that he would need to make many war machines and possibly one day, he would give her back. His body rotted away almost instantly, leaving only a skeleton for a face.
Sadness and Onyx Scholar ever since worked on making War Machine, learning the dark secrets of Necromancy and crafting vile beings and weaponry with Necrotech. Sadness and Onyx found the tomb of the whisperer a manse laboratory for Necrotech and has been working there ever since. How many months had it been? As time went on, Sadness and Onyx wondered if he couldn't consider joining up with another Deathlord to get Rin back. He wasn't doing it out of love anymore, but vengeance.
Backgrounds
Manse 5 : Tomb of the Whisperer-( Withering Gem )
-Workshop : Necro-Surgery, Flawless Laboratory (3 pts)
-Black Tabernacle (4 pts)
-Archive: Necromancy Spells:
Door of the Dead, Summon Ghost, Midnight Shadow Sun, Shade Prison Amulet, Piercing the Shroud.
(2 pts)
-Magical Convenience (1 pt): The Manse aids in Necrosurgery and make the environment as convenient as possible.
5 for essence 3
3 for one favored charm.
4 for Manse 3 to 5.
4 for resources 5.
2 for artifact 1 to 2 (Gutsbane)
1 for artifact 1 (Soulsteel Breastplate)
Experience Points
Custom War Machine: Big Boy
Big Boy appears to be a big and muscular zombie with metal plates running through its body. There is a slit in the back, allowing someone to slip into the Big Boy.
Insignificant things like that, huh? Well, very much looking forwards to the IC thread going up. Because a group full of Abyssals should be excellent (as opposed to the renegade solitary Abyssal or so that occasionally show up in mostly-Solar games).
Name: Gift of Merciful Oblivion Exalt Type and Caste: Abyssal Dusk caste Anima: Flickering aura of gentle black flames
Motivation: To end all unnecessary suffering
Background:
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The world has always had room in it for mercenaries - Men and women of negotiable loyalty, willing to spill the blood of their fellow human beings for no greater reason than a purse full of jade. Such individuals have almost always been regarded poorly by society as a whole, who generally prefer their murderers to commit to some higher cause or justification, but even so a select few in every generation rise to positions of great reputation and fame.
In life, the sell sword known as Gani was one such individual. Born the daughter of a simple fisherman, her destiny should have held nothing more exciting than a life of simple labour and a slowly growing family. However, when she was seven years of age, a necromancer overran her sleepy little hamlet with his summoned monsters, and everyone she had ever known died in a single night. Gani herself survived purely by chance, and unwilling to leave the village which she had lived all her life, she instead spent the next eight years growing up in a Shadowland.
Surviving in such a place requires a particular type of mindset, and swiftly breeds out any aversion to death. Almost inevitably, the young orphan began to think of death as a release from the struggle and pain of life, just another aspect of creation than something to be feared. When a local mercenary band passed through the area, hot on the trail of another minor diabolist who had sought to make the Shadowland his refuge, the hard-faced young girl presented herself and applied for membership. Impressed that anything could survive for so long in such a desolate place, the mercenaries agreed, and so Gani the orphan became Gani the soldier for hire.
The young mercenary quickly demonstrated an impressive aptitude for combat, applying herself fiercely to all her studies with an intensity that comes from knowing that neglect leads only to an early grave. Unlike several of her new colleagues, she took no pleasure in violence or death, viewing all that she did through the lens of calm pragmatism. She would be victorious, or she would die, and she did not wish to die just yet. When she killed, it was always quickly, cleanly and where possible painlessly, because that was how she would wish to die.
Her career stretched for over thirty years, first as a foot soldier and then later as a commander. She fought wild beasts and shambling zombies, professional soldiers and savage barbarians. She took part in pitched battles and city fights, one-sided slaughters and defiant holding actions, and with every battle her reputation continued to grow. Eventually, however, she arrived at the inevitable end of those who walked the path she did - a violent demise. In Gani's case, she died in an ambush, her unit set upon by masked raiders as they passed through a thick forested region. She fought hard, as did every soldier under her command, but the ambush had been well planned and executed with overwhelming force. Gani died with sword in hand, standing atop a pile of enemy dead.
That was when the voice came to her. It called itself the Lion, and it offered her a simple choice - perish here, or accept his offer of employment. She would have to give up her name, her fate and dedicate herself to the cause of the Neverborn. In return, she would be Exalted, given power beyond the dreams of most mortals and an immortality in which to pursue it. Without any hesitation, Gani accepted.
The remaining attackers did not last long, confronted with the terrible power of a newly-risen Abyssal. Once the slaughter was over, the Gift of Merciful Oblivion sheathed her sword, nodded respectfully to the bodies of her fallen companions, and set out for the nearest Shadowland.
Appearence:
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Gift of Merciful Oblivion is a tall, coldly beautiful woman with long hair of purest white that she wears in a single plait. She is slender and toned, moving with the grace of a born swords woman, and tends to favor clothing of a simple, practical nature over anything more elaborate or... civilian. She does not walk anywhere so much as march, and when she speaks, her words are usually blunt and unrefined.
Distinctively, her forehead bears the sun-like mark of her Caste at all times, though Gift regards this as little more than a curiosity. She's never felt any particular need to hide what she was or who she worked for as a mortal, nor does she as an Abyssal. However, when the mission calls for it, she is quite happy to simply wrap a bandanna around it to conceal it from immediate visibility.
Personality:
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The Gift has spent much of her life as a professional mercenary, and it shows. She respects fighters and other militantly inclined individuals over non-combatants, the more skilled and disciplined the better. For civilians, she generally returns a strictly reciprocal level of respect, though more wealthy individuals and prospective employers tend to earn more leeway in tolerable behavior.
Though she remains loyal to her employers and comrades (right now, the First and Forsaken Lion and whoever he commands her to work with), the Gift has little personal attachment or dedication to any of them. She is not a believer in the cause, and holds no particular long term loyalty to anything or anyone beyond herself.
Unusually for a career killer, the Gift of Welcome Oblivion has often displayed a surprising degree of compassion for a Deathknight. While she does not hesitate to kill where necessary, she always does so cleanly and with an aim towards minimizing suffering. On a personal level, she finds the Lion's current imprisonment inside his armor to be detestable, and has lost any real veneration for the Neverborn that whisper in her mind as a result. Willful cruelty is not something she generally tolerates.
Resistance:
Injury absorbing kata
Spirit hardened frame
Wounds mean nothing (Temperence flaw)
Armour-calling kata
Void-sheathed mail
Inauspicious inner aegis (Summons the equivalent of soul-steel super-heavy plate)
Ghost armour prana
Virtues:
Compassion ***
Conviction **
Temperance **
Valor ***
Virtue Flaw/Flawed Virtue: Conviction
Intimacies:
First and Forsaken Lion (Respectful obedience)
Black Heron (Supressed sympathy)
Soldiers (Kinship)
Immaculate order (Amused contempt)
Neverborn (Wary distrust)
Ancestor cults (Quiet approval)
Dragon-blooded (Professional respect)
Fellow Abyssals (Distinct Curiousity)
3 more may be developed
Bonus Points and XP:
-5 for essence 3
-2 to raise melee to 5
-2 to raise resistance to 5
-2 to raise athletics to 5
+9 for flaws
-2 raise dodge to 5
-4 to raise stamina to 5
-3 to purchase Ghost armour prana
-3 to raise willpower to 8
-1 to raise conviction to 2
| Flaws: Permenant caste mark, Known Anathema
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"Not trusting me might be the smartest decision you made since getting off of your horse."
Kharal Zhou, Fire Aspect of Lookshy:
Last edited by Maugan Ra : 09-08-2012 at 05:00 PM.
Defiler Caste Infernal Motivation: To create the most beautiful, most powerful, most 'sexy' living warmachine to grace Creation. Urge: To Infiltrate and seize control of the Harlotry and Slave markets of Chiaroscuro to rule them and use it to undermine the Delzahn hierarchy. (Cecelyne) Intimacies: SWLiHN (Enraptured Awe), Ari’Zarea (love), Creating things (Joy), Pleasures (Enjoyment), Her Destiny (Trepidation), the Underworld (Subtle Fear), the Abyssals (Cautious Curiosity), the Black Heron (Pity), Hellstriders (Strong Interest), Creating new living beings (Curiosity) [4 Intimacies unassigned]
Appearance
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Background
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The world, it is imperfect.
We stand together there, our oiled and bare bodies pressed together intimately. The more assertive of us caresses me, and whispers into my ear. The man that watches us does not hear, he watches. I was a human girl from a non-descript village in the South. The other, was a demoness summoned by this perverted man, still I ‘loved’ the demon and she promised me that I would be hers and hers alone. She was the one that told me of the world. One of her black demon wings folds against my body, granting the man a view that he would tempt him and his imagination.
The man was a Fire Aspect and he enjoyed the variety of pretty girls that Creation seemed to offer. He had been consumed by lust, and my demoness lover had pointed out that this was normal, that I should be pleased to be desired so. And I had come to accept that. But he was a Fire Aspect, a man of power. He had prestige and power, riches and women, he dreamt of a dynasty that would surpass the Realm. He was deluded and he was short sighted. The world after all was imperfect and the creatures called human were flawed, by design.
A second demoness of the Sukari approaches, but she is not bound and her lips are turned in a smile, pulsing in her was the power to end the man who lusted. And my love whispers more to me as she toyed with me, I’m hot and aroused, it was hard not to be against a Sukari and harder in this place that was this man’s. The second presses herself against me and says softly.
“You do not even have the will break free of your pleasure.” And I felt it, the shame, the shame of hiding in pleasure and desires, while knowing the world was imperfect and humans were flawed. I wanted to change it, but I was weak. So I hid, and my lover soothed me, I loved her because of this as well as her gifts of pleasure.
The second Sukari speaks again, “You will be a prize of weak beings? A prize of that man who won’t touch you but will watch you. He fears you.” More shame, ripples through me and my lover notes a weakening of my passions. I was a discard of my parents, a mark had been placed upon my right of my large breasts, a demon’s mark. My destiny had been told that should I be taught and made to grow the master of my home region would die by my own hand. So I had been discarded and my destiny followed. She spoke one final time. “Speak now, girl and lover of Ari’Zarea, do you wish the power to break the bonds that hold you, will you let the imperfect order placed around you hold you as prize, will you take this gift that I offer you, fall into service of the Great Ones and become the perfect one?”
My answer merely empowered my destiny and turned my fate to the Masters. “Yes please,” and my shout was that of a desire, of a wish to be more than I was.
That night, the man was dragged into Hell though he was completely blissful by this point. His body, soul, and Exaltation, I think, even now fuels the passions of the Sukari. I have partaken of him a few times.
Five years later-
The world is still imperfect.
I lay in my workshop, machine parts and metal both magical and normal litter the place. I lay naked upon the table, wires and tubes wrapped around me, my long hair is scattered all over the place and the light of the room is dim. Ari’Zarea is on the bed nearby sleeping. My eyes are upon the ceiling, I have been taught, I have been granted my power, the Masters have given me anything I want. Slaves, demons, materials. I even made a Hellstrider for them. But I do not do much work, I spend more time often than not high on drugs and playing intimately with prostitutes or fellow Prince and Princesses. Of course soon I think the Masters will send me out to fulfill my Urge, as well learn if the world can be perfected. I wonder on days and nights such as this will I have to destroy the imperfect world, will I start by the death of the man that I was supposed to kill, would I destroy my parents who discarded me? What can be born from such things?
I do not know. Until then I will make things and intimately play with others, until a greater purpose is born in my heart. I wonder what fancy design I will dream up next. I close my eyes and sleep, letting the dreams to bring to me designs of beautiful weapons of war, things that fly and things that travel the land. These things will redefine and change wars. The less people that die, the more perfect the world will become.
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ATTRIBUTES
Strength ●
Dexterity ●●●●
Stamina ●●
Charisma ●●
Manipulation ●●
Appearance ●●●●●
Perception ●●●●
Intelligence ●●●●
Wits ●●●
ABILITIES
SLAYER
Archery
Fire Arms ●
Martial Arts
Melee
Thrown
War
Vitriol Manse 'The Obsidian Oasis'– Stone of the Chrysalis 12 points in mutations.
This Manse lies in the South, a glorious Pyramid stands tall before a large Oasis, with tall trees, and pure water. The glow of essence rises from the heart of the Oasis from time to time.
-2 Maintenance
-2 Vulnerable (The Oasis is exceptionally pure, and the systems that keep it so are exceptionally fragile. And its conversion to a Vitriol Aspect Manse has only made it worse. Should a particularly smart person come upon the manse while its mistress is away it would take the efforts of Sapphire Countermagic while standing in the Oasis to sent a feedback through the entire Manse causing an explosion that can be see for miles.)
+1 Comfort Zone
+3 Bound Servant Force (Currently a set of genesis crafted creatures work loyally to keep the Manse functioning.)
+3 Provider
+3 Workshop Manse (Vitriol)
MUTATIONS
12 Points – Stone of Chrysalis (Currently unused)
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6 Wings
2 Horns
2 Short Gestation
1 Claws
1 Tail
CHARMS
CECELYNE (FAVORED) [0]
None
SHE WHO LIVES IN HER NAME (PATRON) [7]
First SHE WHO LIVES IN HER NAME Excellency x 3 (Free)
Sorcerous Enlightenment of (Emerald) SWLiHN
-Emerald Circle Countermagic
Factual Determination Analysis
Essence Dissecting Stare
Mind-Hand Manipulation x 1
Unseen Force
Principle Invoking Onslaught
Counter-Conceptual Interposition
MALFEAS [4]
By Pain Reforged
Scar-Writ Saga x 2
Viridian Legend Exoskeleton x 1
HERETICAL [0]
None
Willpower ●●●●● ●●●●● [10/10] ●Compassion ●●●● , Conviction ●●●, Temperance ●, Valor ●●
Torment 0/10 (Cecelyne)
Essence ●●●
Personal Pool 19/19
Peripheral Pool 40/40
Full moon lunar Motivation: To be able to assist her abyssal mate achieve his goals
Intimacies: Abysal mate (Loyal devotion), Five rivers (respect), Death lords (subtle hatred)
Appearance
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Background
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Why did he have to go and die..." she'd say to herself as she flew towards her destination, sometimes she'd fly, other times she galloped, It's all the same to her. this was crazy, she had a new life, she was being trained she was starting to recover...why did she have to have that dream now? right when she had finished her mentor-ship. She hopes Rivers doesn't mind, For her to sudden run out yelling she knows what she must protect and just running off. Ever sense exaltation she's had the oddest dreams.... blurred images that just didn't make any sense, but not yesterday, not last night. it had been clear as the moon in the sky, there he was...that fool, with three people surrounding him he looked to be in danger, well....she wouldn't let me go and die again.
ABILITIES
War
Archery
(fav)Martial Arts ●●●●●
Awareness●●●
Dodge●
integrity●●
melee
resistance●●
thrown
Atheletics ●●●●
Life
Craft
larceny
linguistics● (Low realm, River speak)
performance
presence●
ride
sail
socialize●
stealth●●●
(fav)survival●●
Wisdom
Bureaucracy
investigation●●
lore●
medicine
occult●●
BACKGROUNDS
Solar Bond ●●●●●
Hearts library ●
Mentor ●
Hearts Library
Raiton
Horse Haltan
Crocodile
Spirit Animal: Black Jaguar
Tell:Jaguar ears and tail.
Tell markings when transformed: The animals give you the feeling of being stalked by a large cat.
CHARMS
dex third excellency
stam third excellency
perception second excellency
Knacks
Deadly Beast man transformation
Perfected Hybrid Interaction
Internal Form mastery
Charms
Claws of the silver moon
Might bolstering Blow
Bruise-Relief Method
Halting the Scarlet Flow
Hide of the Cunning Hunter
Limb-Shielding Growth
Armor-Forming Technique
Willpower ●●●●● ●●●[7/71] Compassion ● , Conviction ●●●, Temperance ●●●, Valor ●●
Limit 0/10
Essence ●●●
Personal Pool 10/17
Peripheral Pool 38/38
Equipment/Possessions
Hearthstone amulet●
Hearthstone of Language ●●● (Source: Oadenols codex: this stone allows the user to speak with and understand any spoken language, this does not include writing.)
Transformative armor
Posting WIP here, till haven't gotten the chance to finish him. :/
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Forlorn Prince of the Shattered Citadel
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Name: Forlorn Prince of the Shattered Citadel Aliases: Exalt Type and Caste: Midnight caste Abyssal Anima: A cold smoky fog as black as pitch, which seemingly reaches towards others to embrace them.
Motivation: Lessen creations pain in preparation for it's inevitable end. Pre-Exaltion name:
Backgrounds
Artifact ●● (Transformative armour)
Artifact ●● (Soulsteel Hearth Stone Bracer)
Whispers ●
Manse ●● (Anaia's Spring)
*Subtle Breath of Sextus Jylis
*Magical Convenience
*Password Activation
Merits
None.
Flaws
Artifacts and Equipment Transformative armour (Scroll of Fallen Races)
Soak +6L/+4B, Hardness 2L/2B, no mobility or fatigue penalties, attune 4
(Change appearance of clothing as a miscallaneous (speed 5, -1 DV action), no magical material bonuses)
Soulsteel Hearth Stone Bracers (Core rules)
Dodge +3, Enemy Soak-2
Mind-Cleansing Gem
+1 to MDVs, if in contact with individual under a mental influence; roll an a opposed will-power check with the originator. In a success nullify the influence. Charms
Name: Shifting Visage of Endless Night Aliases: Sai (to most of the people of the Realm and members of All-Seeing Eye), Ozaru (to the Cult of the Illuminated), Masked Archer (to the Tear Eater tribes) Exalt Type and Caste: Day caste Abyssal Anima: Crackling aura of deathly cold blue fire
Motivation: To make the rest of Creation join him in his doomed service to the Neverborn. Pre-Exaltion name:
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Sagakin Ozai
Backstory:
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The man who was to become Visage started his life in very unremarkable manner, being born into family of moderately successful merchant operating between the Imperial City and Lookshy. Despite living relatively comfortable life in the hub of civilization, the young man known at the time as Sakagin Ozai was not truly content, seeing that his life lacked friends and the fact that he held no interest in becoming a merchant himself. Adding the fact that his father was not truly a close figure to him (mostly thanks to his business ventures taking him away from home too often), Sakagin grew up as somewhat bitter and rebellious, despite having the company of his elder brother and various relatives. Finally fed up with the way his life was going, the young man began to hang around the less reputable circles of the Imperial City, and despite getting into trouble more than once he managed to make friends amongst the thieves, beggars and mercinaries, forging himself a new life hidden from the gaze of his family.
Eventually however his misadventures were noticed, and he was quite soundly berated by both his brother and father when he heard of the matter. Deciding that he had had enough of his life as son of a merchant for the time being, Sakagin snuck out of his home in dead of night, leaving a snide note behind as he used what wealth he had managed to gather up to buy himself new set of clothes along with bow and arrows before joining up in company of mercinaries. Taking up alternate identity of Sai to forget about his past and stop it from haunting him in turn, he worked diligently with the rest of the mercinaries, sharing laughter and tears with them and apparently finally finding a life he enjoyed. It was not without it's twists and turns, but Sagakin developed into an excellent marksman, amazing his peers with the pace he took in their teachings and soon surpassing his every teacher in regards of marksmanship. It was that talent that would change his life in quite significant manner.
After a particularly challenging job, he was approached by agent of the Realm's secret police, the All-Seeing Eye. His marksmanship had impressed them despite he was not blessed by the dragons nor possessing any supernatural advantages whatsoever... and as the result they had decided to offer him more permanent form of employment. Somewhat reluctant at first to abandonn the company he had worked with for such a long time, his wish to advance in his life eventually won out, and he left to be trained further in skills necessary to act as secret agent of the Realm. By the time he was sent out on his first mission, Sagakin (or Sai as the Eye knew him) was a changed man, far removed from the teen who left home and comfortable life to pursue carreer of a mercenary. Having been trained in arts of infiltration, acrobatics and stealth, he became one of go-to agents of regional level, the wish to protect the balance and peace of the realm through his work burning in his mind as his highest ideal. Despite lacking the powers of Dragon-blooded, he was a crafty combatant and was instrumental in silently disposing of the enemies of the Realm, spying on suspected threats and even aiding Wyld hunt in tracking down newly- created Anathema from time to time. It was one of these occassions that again shifted the course of his life.
Having been dispatched to aid other agents of the Eye in tracking down and directing a Wyld hunt to take care of Anathema rumoured to hide in Port Calin. Before long he had indeed caught the trail of his prey, but before he managed to find him on his own a group of thugs decided to take their shot at seemingly inconspicious target. Fighting off the agressors with some difficulty, Sagakin was nevertheless wounded and separated from the other Eye agents. Weak from blood loss, he was found by a woman named Illyana who took him to the very place he had been seeking all along: one of the safehouses of the Cult of the Illuminated. While he was healing, Sagakin marvelled the twists of fate that would so generously drop him to the very doorstep of target he had been seeking out. During his stay, however, he began to slowly question the values he had been upholding thus far, seeing that the people he had been seeking to mark to death had treated him with nothing but kindness thus far. Struggling between his perceived duty and the gratitude he felt towards his helper, he decided to come clean about his mission, surprising those who had given him aid quite thoroughly. Although at first in danger of being disposed of by some of more practical members of the Cult, Illyana stood up for him and told him of the vision shared by it's members. Although he had hard time changing his mind on the nature of the Anathema, or the Shining Ones as the cultists knew them, the vision of the better world was something that found purchase and eventually convinced him that the Realm's teachings were not in the right. After getting back to his feet after about a week of rest, he had the chance to meet with the Anathema he had been hunting, under the wary eyes of the cult's local leader of course. What he found was nothing like he had expected, however. Instead of finding a demon-possessed madman, he instead found his own brother, seemingly as travel-worn as himself and sporting artifacts of shining Orichalcum. After a heartfelt brotherly reunion, the choice of Sagakin was sealed, and he made a solemn vow to never kill any of the Solar exalted to show his changed allegiance. Returning to the other agents of the Eye, he informed them that he had been ambushed by band of thugs, but that he had found nothing on the location of the Anathema. That report marked his first and only failed mission and secret defection from the service of the Realm. Instead, he became a double agent in service of Cult of the Illuminated, providing them whatever help and information he could without risking his cover.
After he had served in such a role for two years, however, everything changed with the disapperance of Scarlet Empress. Trying to maintain his dual role as Eye agent and informant of the Cult the best he could, Sagakin was driven to travel all over the Blessed Isle, but still managed to keep up the facade of loyality to the Realm and steady stream of information to the Cult without his employers being none the wiser, serving as instrument of balance and salvation of many a group of Illuminated who would have otherwise been caught. Sadly, his facade was eventually broken by one of his direct superiors, and despite trying to fight and silence him Sagakin was no match to the supernatural provess of dragon-blooded, and was struck down after quick and brutal fight by the daiklave of his superior.
However, at the moment of his death, an alluring voice spoke to him in his mind. It offered him second chance at life, immortality and power, but also a chance of revenge against the man who had killed him when he had so much to do yet in his life. The price, however, would be high: he would have to give up his very name and freedom and serve as harbringer of oblivion. Initially repulsed by such a price, Sakagin's spirit still had very stern intentions to refuse the offer and pass onto Lethe... Until the voice let slip that his family and those he loved would be in horrible danger should he refuse, and thus he would not go to his grave alone. Feeling himself unable to refuse out of all that he had fought for thus far, he agreed to the unholy bargain, the Black Exaltion being grafted to his very soul. Aura of blue flame exploded outwards from his body, sending the man that had just recently ran him through flying, and before the dragon-blooded had managed to regain his footing the now-nameless man pulled the daiklave out of his heart and jumped forward, decapitating his phrone opponent with almost animalistic roar of rage.
Realizing what he had just got himself bound to but unable to break the word he had given to the voice offering him his Exaltion, the newly-created Abyssal got rid of the body and went into hiding until he was sought out by Prince of Shadows, one of the deathknights in service of Lover Clad in Raiment of Tears, the deathlord who was now his mistress as well. Finding that the rays of the daystar scorched and burnt him, the Abyssal accepted his fate without a fight, leaving with the Prince to Fortress of Crimson Ice: a place he would be spending much time in in the future.
After receiving his new name from the Neverborn patron of Lover and completing his training to the satisfaction of his superiors, the newly-christened Visage quickly became the go-to deathknight of his undying mistress when it came to assassination or infiltration. Visage was disgusted by both himself and those he served, but hid his feelings behind a black, transformative clothing and magical ebony mask, committing the attrocities he was ordered to without complaint or event as much as hint of hesitation, performing scores of assassinations with his new soulsteel weapon and ruining lives with his talent for disguises. Still, he was regarded as quite peculiar inviduals amongst those swearing allegiance to Lover: he never allowed himself to taste the carnal delights everyone else were ought commanded to engage in, kept as distant as possible from the rest of the court and only faced his mistress when it was abolutely necessary and unavoidable for him to do so. For deep down, Visage was still the man he had been before he had re-awakened as chosen of the Void, holding onto virtues he had embraced in life and having true honour in his heart. Even the meeting with the Neverborn had not managed to wring the values of his prior life out of him, traits which would undoubtedly get him killed in court of the Lover should anyone find out about them.
Eventually, the Abyssal formulated a plan to defect to deathlord more worthy of his service: Princess Magnificent with Lips of Coral and Robes of Black Feathers. Although she was the second-weakest deathlord in existence, Visage was quite sure that her court (or rather, the lack of it) would sharply increase his chances of survival...along with chances of keeping himself out of oughtright slavery of his very mind. The opportunity was seemingly offered to him on a silver platter as Lover sent him to find out whenever there was truth in rumours that Princess Magnificent had acquired exaltions of her own. Barely managing to escape the seducing influence of his (now former) mistress and keep his facade of complete loyality up, Visage departed without further delay, somewhat vexed that the opportunity to defect had offered itself to perfectly but not questioning his luck. His plan for the future was simple: serve the neverborn and subvert all that he lived for into their service as well, thus ending the conflict between his obligation and his wishes.
Appearance:
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Visage can look like many people, but in his most common form he is a reasonably tall, dark-garbed man donning a black, hooded cloak along with all-black clothing/armour combination that leaves him free to move smoothly and quietly. His face is covered by smooth mask of Ebony that leaves only his pupilless ice blue eyes visible. Whilst in combat, he wields a short soulsteel powerbow that he summons from Elsewhere when he needs it.
Beneath his mask and dark exterior, his skin is dark grey and his hair ivory white, his death and exaltion having changed it quite considerably from what one could call natural. Whilst his outlook is certainly not bad-looking it is somewhat unsettling to the living. He still bears the scars of the strikes that ended his life, and does his utmost to keep them hidden, along with every inch of himself. When he breathes, a small amount of mist tends to form even in warm weather, and things he breathes on often acquire layer of hoarfrost.
Personality:
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The thing marking Visage as somewhat unique amongst the servants of the neverborn is his demandeour towards his enemies and the tasks he is sent to carry out. Whilst some Deathknight take sadistic pleasure in destruction and carnage or feel content when their psychotic hatred towards all life is momentarily satisfied with destroying dreams and lives with mere words, Visage...doesn't. He is stoic, apoletic and sometimes even sorrowful invidual while carrying out his tasks, seeing no true fulfillment in bringing about oblivion nor seeking one. Instead, he treats it as a sworn duty, knowing that the world of the living is no longer his home and that the ghostly denizens of the Underworld are now much closer to his own state, which is not far away from the truth. Nevertheless, he does not delight in destroying the lives of those who still live, but has resigned himself to servitude as his own desicion to take the Black Exaltion marks him as too weak to fight for Creation in his own eyes. Thus, he serves as harbringer of Oblivion, even knowing that it is crime against the whole Creation.
Even if he has resigned himself to serve the Neverborn, however, he does not lack honourable traits. He takes it badly if someone insults his dead enemies, leaves innocents out of conflict if at all possible and offers compliments and advice to people who earn his respect, be they enemies or allies. Apart from his sworn duty to serve the Deathlords and ultimately Neverborn he is quite nice guy, all things considered. Well, at least he will not try to brutally murder you unless ordered to, and even then he will try to commit the deed quickly and cleanly. The duality of being bound to do horrible deeds and being a (at least somewhat) good person is quite torturous to him, but he still stoicly fulfills his obligation because he has (in his mind) no other choice.
When questioned of his life prior to becoming an Abyssal, he tends to quieten down completely, although it is quite clear that his life has left it's marks on his unlife. His mannerisms bring the fact out the most, but some more subtle things are present as well. One of most stark ones is the fact that he solemnly keeps his mind and soul his own, and will go into seething cold fury if anyone tries to touch or alter them without his consent. Thus, he was not all that fond of Lover's court, and had learnt a charm expecially for keeping out any influence to his mind. He may serve faithfully, but he will only do so when in command of his own mind.
Backgrounds
Artifact ●● (Transformative armour)
Artifact ●● (Mask)
Artifact ●● (Soulsteel Short Powerbow)
Whispers ●
Contacts ●● (Agent of All-Seeing Eye, local leader of the Cult of the Illuminated)
Merits
None.
Flaws
Oath (Never kill a Solar exalted) 3 pt. - spent on ● for Linquistics, Socialize and Lore
Sun-Scorched 3 pt.
Artifacts and Equipment Transformative armour (Scroll of Fallen Races)
Soak +6L/+4B, Hardness 2L/2B, no mobility or fatigue penalties, attune 4
(Change appearance of clothing as a miscallaneous (speed 5, -1 DV action), no magical material bonuses)
Mask (Core rules)
(Adds 4 extra dice to (Intelligence + Larceny) pool for any attempted disguise, and likewise 4 extra dice for any attempt to misdirect others in regards of wearer's true motives, attune 5)
Soulsteel Short Powerbow (Core rules)
Speed 6, Accuracy +4, Damage +4L, Rate 2, Range 250, Miniums -, Attune 2, Cost 4, Two-handed, Reach
(Carries all arrow types with himself)
Charms
Archery
First Archery Excellency
Pulse of the Prey
Piercing Ghost Barb
Withering Feathered Maelstrom
Splinter of the Void (Imposition of Agony)
Banished Bow Arsenal
Martial Arts
Integrity
Heart of Darkness
Lesser Horrors Scorned
Resistance
Ox-Body Technique
Athletics
First Athletics Excellency
Raiton's Nimble Perch
Crouching Gargoyle Stance
Awareness
Dodge
First Dodge Excellency
Flitting Shadow Form
Flickering Wisp Technique (Valor flaw)
Larceny
First Larceny Excellency
Stealth
First Stealth Excellency
Shadow Cloak Technique
Unseen Wisp Method
Socialize
Combos
Join Combat: 6
Defenses
Dodge DV: 6
Parry DV: This will never, EVER see any use.
Virtues
Compassion ●
Conviction ●●●
Temperance ●●●
Valor ●●
Flawed Virtue
Compassion
Resonance Level
0
Intimacies
His brother (Brotherly Love)
Solars (Friendliness, Admiration)
The All-Seeing Eye (Respect, Caution)
Cult of the Illuminated (Respect, Servitude)
Lover Clad in Raiment of Tears (Hate, Pity)
The Neverborn (Fear)
Building intimacies towards:
None yet
Willpower: ●●●●● ●●●●
Essence
Permanent: ●●●
Personal: 18/18
Peripheral: 33/39 (6 Committed (2 to transformative armour, 4 to powerbow))
Bonus Points: 0/24
+4 willpower: 4 pt.
+1 Essence: 5 pt.
+4 ability points (favoured abilities): 4 pt.
+2 dots of backround: 2 pt.
Piercing Ghost Barb: 3 pt.
Splinter of the Void: 3 pt.
Banished Bow Arsenal: 3 pt.
Hey Duke, can I ask why the Prince is not in the game yet? He is the reason that Shattered Moon stuck around in the first place, and kind of essential in her and Visage's interactions...
Edit: Also, I assume that this means that the defection from Lover's court has not yet happened?
Last edited by Grim ranger : 09-09-2012 at 08:44 AM.
Hey Duke, can I ask why the Prince is not in the game yet? He is the reason that Shattered Moon stuck around in the first place, and kind of essential in her and Visage's interactions...
Edit: Also, I assume that this means that the defection from Lover's court has not yet happened?
I was going to await him to finish the sheet, but I guess I'll just avoid asking him rolls for now, I'll add him later. Didn't really knew Shattered Moon and him had met >.<
And no, you haven't defected yet but don't worry, it'll happen
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To Duke:
Just a question, how do we initiate rolls? do we ourselves say we wish to roll, or do we say things like "I lean in close to try and seduce her" and then when it's Your post you tell us to roll the appropriate rolls?
If you wanna roll just put a spoiler, roll and say why, along with what Attribute+Ability of whatever it may be you rolled. I may ask for rolls if I think necessary.
Or I may veto the ones you make, but that should rare
__________________ Biggest thanks to Dirtytabs for the Ponytar! He's so surturian and got thay ymeronian mane!
Yes he's following
Also, why so much suspicion, he's harmless XD
He is, as far as I can tell, an Abyssal spy in service to the First and Forsaken Lion. Namely, one who has managed to go on several missions and come back alive.
He is not harmless
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"Not trusting me might be the smartest decision you made since getting off of your horse."
He is, as far as I can tell, an Abyssal spy in service to the First and Forsaken Lion. Namely, one who has managed to go on several missions and come back alive.
He is not harmless
I think you're just overplaying him cause he's part of your storyline =D
Dude's totally harmless
Buy it, buy it, buy it, you want to buy it, you really do
__________________ Biggest thanks to Dirtytabs for the Ponytar! He's so surturian and got thay ymeronian mane!
Heh. Anyway, just got to wait and see how we end up rendezvousing with each other now. Possibly expecting that to start when I get back to the Thousand and get my new orders. Or we might bump into folks en route. Depends, really.
Also, bad DukeGod! No subliminal messaging!
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"Not trusting me might be the smartest decision you made since getting off of your horse."
Kharal Zhou, Fire Aspect of Lookshy:
Last edited by Maugan Ra : 09-11-2012 at 10:55 PM.
all I know is that Imma be flying around waiting for them if they go into the lovers place, no way am I going in there with what Prince has told me about it. I'd just hover around waiting for them to go back out.
all I know is that Imma be flying around waiting for them if they go into the lovers place, no way am I going in there with what Prince has told me about it. I'd just hover around waiting for them to go back out.
Really? I had some fun stuff planned =D
Edit: I'm waiting on Visage (and possibly Volt) so I can move everyone forward at the same time
__________________ Biggest thanks to Dirtytabs for the Ponytar! He's so surturian and got thay ymeronian mane!
the getaway vehicle is rarely in the building. Plus my hands are tied anyway, if Prince wants me to go I will, if he tells me to stay I have a 2 mdv against him XD
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memoral moments in my rp career as a Slayer in exalted.
1) Got thrown towards a tidal wave by a solar, a lunar, and a wind elemental to save a village.
2)Has managed to avoid almost every conflict the Gm has placed through negotiations and some amazing charisma rolls
3) managed to beat the demon of games in a game of monopoly (best rolls I've ever gotten)
4) Managed to speak to a fire behemoth via interpretive dance.
Haha, with an MDV of six there's no way Prince is letting her any where near the Lover's presence.
Also pardon the wait, I had a family situation take up all my time thrusday through Sunday and I had a several assignments due to day which required most of my free time. As it is Prince is pretty much done mechanicly I believe, minor tweaks not withstanding.
Fluff should be up by tomorrow at the latest. I'd say by tonight, but with my luck thus far my internet modem would no doubt spontaneously combust if I said that.
Edit: I'm waiting on Visage (and possibly Volt) so I can move everyone forward at the same time
It's probably not necessary to wait for a response from everyone between making posts. In fact, doing so is almost certainly going to lead to the game slowing down to a crawl and possibly dying. And I would rather this not die...
If you would rather wait, then I shall have to track down Ranger and prod him with a sharpened stick until he posts. Either works.
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"Not trusting me might be the smartest decision you made since getting off of your horse."
Haha, with an MDV of six there's no way Prince is letting her any where near the Lover's presence.
Also pardon the wait, I had a family situation take up all my time thrusday through Sunday and I had a several assignments due to day which required most of my free time. As it is Prince is pretty much done mechanicly I believe, minor tweaks not withstanding.
Fluff should be up by tomorrow at the latest. I'd say by tonight, but with my luck thus far my internet modem would no doubt spontaneously combust if I said that.
Nice to hear that. I was actually kind of worried for a moment
Anyway, I will post with Visage now, so we can get this train wreck on the road.
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