After nautilus's long story, which I changed to help him fit in to this world. He became a "hired gun" for the order. Both for his intense loyalty and for his immense defensive potential.
After a grueling workday moving things from the ship into cargo trucks, Nautilus had a thought. If he were to stop by a couple taverns here, he might be able to learn some things about the organisation he now worked for. Gossip and rumors isn't much to go on, but usually merit listening...
It hurt nautilus to see shaco run off. Watching as the little man teleported away. He thought they had been friends, but nautilus had a plan for the little man. And he was going to play a part no matter how badly he wanted to get away. See, nautilus had given shaco a little juice from his armor...
As the clown climbed into the life raft Nautilus knew he couldn't just let him walk free, he owed these humans for the death he caused, and he owed Nautilus for the unknowing betrayal of him. Yet nautilus didn't feel obligated to stop him from escaping either. He wanted the best for the clown...
It had gotten dark and only Nautilus was up, ever vigilant patrolling the deck his trusty anchor on his shoulder. As he was trudging along the top deck he thought about the mission he was sent on. it was simple enough, protect any humans from these creatures of some underworld. Nautilus could do...
With a yell Nautilus slammed his fists into a wall near him, it hurt him know that the young boys killer is still alive and cackling like a mad man in the brig. He felt so helpless, he had given the dead man his vow to avenge him, and now the captains orders were to stand down. It was so...
"NAUTILUS. OI BOYO!!" A voice yelled from the background breaking Nautilus from his daze. They had been at sea for almost a month now and the crew was showing the typical restlessness of sailors far from home. He shouldered his anchor with a grunt and turned to where the voice was coming from...
Name: Nautilus
Age:24
Species: Giant
Occupation: Sailor (fisherman)
Appearance :
Appearance other: Dark blue aura emanating from his armor
Personality: Very loyal, becomes fond of one person and will die trying to protect them. Quiet mostly, but when something needs to be said he...
He woke with a start. The recurring nightmare haunting him again, not seeing his tribe die let his imagination run wild with the scenarios that played out almost every day. Rolling over in his shelter he stared at the night sky, the darkness almost nonexistent above this cities lights. He felt...
Name: John Smith (Ahote)
Age: 26
Deity: Destruction
Ability: The ability to channel natural powers around him and bend them to his will. As a man of the woods he has learned many different ways of healing with his power.
Cost: Must meditate frequently after multiple uses of his power...