xarvh
Malevolent Entertainer
I shall play a character that, despite being born without the sense of smell, trains his other four senses to such refined perfection to eventually become a fearsome warrior.
By Our Fists, We Are Exalted (Need some interest)
- Thread starter Axelgear
- Start date
lordofthestorm
A Great Big Goose, Clad in Orange
Okay, you've got me hooked.
I'm thinking of a character who's the son of a snow goddess who combines fighting with a staff with ice skating.
I'm thinking of a character who's the son of a snow goddess who combines fighting with a staff with ice skating.
Here is what I have so far for Kyros's character sheet and some questions for you all mighty and powerful ST 
.
.Physical6
Str xxx
De xxxx
Sta xx
Mental5
Per xxx
Int xx
Wit xxx
Social3
Cha xx
Man xx
App xx
Archery
Martial arts* xxx
melee xx
Thrown
War x
Athletics xx
Awareness xx
Dodge*xxx
Larceny
Stealth
Integrity xx
Performance xx
Presence
Resistance xx
Survival x
Bureaucracy
Linguistics
Ride x
Sail
Socialize xx
Craft
Investigation
Lore x
Medicine x
Occult
Backgrounds:
Sifu: 3
Ally 3 (Rich half older brother)
Virtues:
Compassion XX
Conviction X
Temperance XXX
Valor XXX
Intimacies:
Sifu
Bokken
Essence 1
WP: 6
Pool: 26
BP: 21
I haven't spent the bonus points until I clear some merits/flaws and mutations with you.
Merits:
Heirloom for his bokken to make it special
Favored weapon Bokken
Quick draw
Flaws:
Oath: Spend 1 hour in wandering meditation each day
Oath: Never use a weapon made of steel
Oath: never kill
Oath: Always offer enemy a chance to yield
Mutations:
Healing factor
Perfect Healing factor
Elemental rejuvenation
God body
Str xxx
De xxxx
Sta xx
Mental5
Per xxx
Int xx
Wit xxx
Social3
Cha xx
Man xx
App xx
Archery
Martial arts* xxx
melee xx
Thrown
War x
Athletics xx
Awareness xx
Dodge*xxx
Larceny
Stealth
Integrity xx
Performance xx
Presence
Resistance xx
Survival x
Bureaucracy
Linguistics
Ride x
Sail
Socialize xx
Craft
Investigation
Lore x
Medicine x
Occult
Backgrounds:
Sifu: 3
Ally 3 (Rich half older brother)
Virtues:
Compassion XX
Conviction X
Temperance XXX
Valor XXX
Intimacies:
Sifu
Bokken
Essence 1
WP: 6
Pool: 26
BP: 21
I haven't spent the bonus points until I clear some merits/flaws and mutations with you.
Merits:
Heirloom for his bokken to make it special
Favored weapon Bokken
Quick draw
Flaws:
Oath: Spend 1 hour in wandering meditation each day
Oath: Never use a weapon made of steel
Oath: never kill
Oath: Always offer enemy a chance to yield
Mutations:
Healing factor
Perfect Healing factor
Elemental rejuvenation
God body
errant12345
New Member
At the moment, I'm working up a former(now more or less reformed)syndicate enforcer turned gladiator. Likely a God-Blood. I've got most of the sheet written up and I have a good idea for a writing sample. I just want to let it finish congealing in my brain before I sit down and write it.
That being said, I doubt many violent crime syndicates would just be willing to let you walk. I'm thinking an Obligation("Yeah, we'll let you out... but you gotta do one last job for us!") or Enemy("You want out? The only way out is into the grave!") flaw would be appropriate. What say you, Storyteller?
That being said, I doubt many violent crime syndicates would just be willing to let you walk. I'm thinking an Obligation("Yeah, we'll let you out... but you gotta do one last job for us!") or Enemy("You want out? The only way out is into the grave!") flaw would be appropriate. What say you, Storyteller?
Axelgear
General Wontwit
Time to answer questions:
@Erkaos13:
-Merits are A-Ok there.
-Your Flaws and Mutations have not been done right. For a start, you've not said how strong you think the oaths are. For another, you've not said what they apply to, or at least what you want them to, so that, if you break them, I can enforce the penalty. Finally, you've not justified your mutations so I have no reason to okay them.
@errant12345:
I like the concept. Love it, in fact, if you can make it sound good. Both are acceptable but I'd prefer Obligation to Enemy. As a note, if you fail your Obligation, you will not lose the BP, merely gain sufficient Enemy levels to replace it. I will also need to stamp my OK on your Obligation.
You've got a lot of potential in this idea.
@Erkaos13:
-Merits are A-Ok there.
-Your Flaws and Mutations have not been done right. For a start, you've not said how strong you think the oaths are. For another, you've not said what they apply to, or at least what you want them to, so that, if you break them, I can enforce the penalty. Finally, you've not justified your mutations so I have no reason to okay them.
@errant12345:
I like the concept. Love it, in fact, if you can make it sound good. Both are acceptable but I'd prefer Obligation to Enemy. As a note, if you fail your Obligation, you will not lose the BP, merely gain sufficient Enemy levels to replace it. I will also need to stamp my OK on your Obligation.
You've got a lot of potential in this idea.
TherealBrickwall
One Thousand Club
Hm, it seems I have absolutely no need for any of my Background dots. Just a single possession, which I would really rather Heirloom because it actually is inherited in the backstory (a pair of Iron Boots, preferably of high quality). Any way I can trade them in for something, or should I just leave them out?
cyl
Creepy smile
Ach forgot to say, I'm gonna need some time to properly build a character, mainly because I have many things to do on this board between game reloading pc rebuilding and of course that damn Mandate of Heaven mod... so please don't wait for me to start this thing... though I'm not against popping up once the game has started.
Cool things about martial artists is that they often run into one another even with a world as huge as Creation :wink:
and... tis okay if I affiliate my character with a MA society such as the Temple of the Violet Lotus ? (in which case I'd need approval / ST details for several points on the bg for this temple, mainly location, masters, allies etc etc).
Also, I have written a new background: Master, to be a mix between Sifu and Mentor (which are unadapted to a decent MA game).
Here's what I had back then.
Cool things about martial artists is that they often run into one another even with a world as huge as Creation :wink:
and... tis okay if I affiliate my character with a MA society such as the Temple of the Violet Lotus ? (in which case I'd need approval / ST details for several points on the bg for this temple, mainly location, masters, allies etc etc).
Also, I have written a new background: Master, to be a mix between Sifu and Mentor (which are unadapted to a decent MA game).
Here's what I had back then.
Of course it's easily adaptable to the power scale required in your game.
Axel,
I wanted to clear them with you to see what your input for them would be, since it is your campaign I didn't want to take liberties and say what BP the oaths would be or whether the mutations would even be allowed in your game.
So my questions were actually what cost would you assign, and if you would allow those mutations? Thank you for your response so far tho .
I wanted to clear them with you to see what your input for them would be, since it is your campaign I didn't want to take liberties and say what BP the oaths would be or whether the mutations would even be allowed in your game.
So my questions were actually what cost would you assign, and if you would allow those mutations? Thank you for your response so far tho
.
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Axelgear
General Wontwit
@Therealbrickwall: If you've got too many background dots, convert them into Resources or Reputation or Face or what have you. If I let you trade background dots for other things, it'd be a touch unbalanced.
@cyl: Sifu is just a specific kind of Mentor. There's no need for that background.
For the record, you will probably get a good chance to find a Mentor/Sifu in game. Several, in fact. This IS a Martial Arts game, after all.
As for an organization, PM me the details of what you want and I'll work on it. Extra love if you mention Pai Sho tablets in some way.
@Erkaos13:
-Meditation is a Minor Oath
-No steel weapons is a Moderate Oath
-Never take a life is a Legendary Oath
-Always offer a chance for surrender is a Moderate Oath
As a note, you can only have 7 points worth of Negative Flaws. Any more than that and you get no bonus BP.
Also, all your mutations would give you a SERIOUS benefit over other characters and you'd need to really convince me as to why to give them to you. I am honestly more inclined to give you ONE of these, with the more powerful ones being more likely as you can have a more epic reason attached to them. Impress me enough and I'll be inclined to let you take it.
@cyl: Sifu is just a specific kind of Mentor. There's no need for that background.
For the record, you will probably get a good chance to find a Mentor/Sifu in game. Several, in fact. This IS a Martial Arts game, after all.
As for an organization, PM me the details of what you want and I'll work on it. Extra love if you mention Pai Sho tablets in some way.
@Erkaos13:
-Meditation is a Minor Oath
-No steel weapons is a Moderate Oath
-Never take a life is a Legendary Oath
-Always offer a chance for surrender is a Moderate Oath
As a note, you can only have 7 points worth of Negative Flaws. Any more than that and you get no bonus BP.
Also, all your mutations would give you a SERIOUS benefit over other characters and you'd need to really convince me as to why to give them to you. I am honestly more inclined to give you ONE of these, with the more powerful ones being more likely as you can have a more epic reason attached to them. Impress me enough and I'll be inclined to let you take it.
Luck1
Junior Member
Hi,
I had some interest in this game but had a quick question I hope could be cleared up: Is inheritance allowed?
I understand if it isn't, I know I would probably not allow it as an ST. But, I thought i should at least ask, as it fits the concept I had in mind (being the son of a lesser elemental dragon who has been promoted to a heavenly position).
Additionally, it sounded like you want to limit merits and positive mutations. Is there a specific cap I should aim to stay under? I was considering between 7 and 14 points being spent in this area currently.
I had some interest in this game but had a quick question I hope could be cleared up: Is inheritance allowed?
I understand if it isn't, I know I would probably not allow it as an ST. But, I thought i should at least ask, as it fits the concept I had in mind (being the son of a lesser elemental dragon who has been promoted to a heavenly position).
Additionally, it sounded like you want to limit merits and positive mutations. Is there a specific cap I should aim to stay under? I was considering between 7 and 14 points being spent in this area currently.
Axelgear
General Wontwit
I've already said Inheritance is not allowed. If I wanted to give you it, I would.
As for limiting mutations/merits, you can take as many mortal merits as you like (the ones from Scroll of Heroes that are BEFORE the section about Blessed Races/God-Blooded). Taking mutations, positive or negative, or flaws, on the other hand, are limited because it's very easy to muck things up that way.
You can take mortal merits without asking. Flaws or mutations require special permission.
As for limiting mutations/merits, you can take as many mortal merits as you like (the ones from Scroll of Heroes that are BEFORE the section about Blessed Races/God-Blooded). Taking mutations, positive or negative, or flaws, on the other hand, are limited because it's very easy to muck things up that way.
You can take mortal merits without asking. Flaws or mutations require special permission.
After I get the ok's on these I'll finish up the background, and I might change his avatar a bit as well and also will we know if we get extra bonus points if we are accepted or will you tell us so we can add before then?
These oaths are sent to his mother as a way to bring him closer to her, and give her a way to monitor him if he falters.
Wandering Meditation (minor)
If he forgets to do so he becomes more drawn to the will of the winds. Each day he does it he needs to roll conviction, a failure means he will spend until the next sunrise wandering the direction of the wind until he can regain his focus.
No steel weapons (moderate)
If he does so he loses harmony with his Bokken and can not bring himself to draw it until spending adequate time to regain harmony (at the GMs discretion)
Always offer enemy a chance to surrender (Moderate) Failure to do so leads the character to waiver in his personal strength. If he ever fails to offer an enemy a chance to surrender before knocking him unconscious (or worst) he rolls Valor and a success means he feels the cowardice of his action. Until he finds a way to show his courage again he is unable to draw a weapon against another person.
Elemental Rejuvination: I was thinking of it as being the only thing that he feels connects him to his goddess mother, he doesn't feel like he gained any natural abilities as he always seemed smaller than other boys, and wasn't as strong growing up. His skin is tinted white, and his lips are blue, his eyes seem to swirl with a storm, his emotions are always therefore carried in his eyes. His hair seems to always be swaying even when there is no wind. These things caused him to be an outcast as a child, and even his mortal mother wanted nothing to do with him sending him away when he was 8. The rejuvenation is one of the only things that has kept him alive, as an inherent understanding helped him recover from the beatings his mother and the other children gave him. When he left it was able to help keep him alive until he came across his Sifu.
Wandering Meditation (minor)
If he forgets to do so he becomes more drawn to the will of the winds. Each day he does it he needs to roll conviction, a failure means he will spend until the next sunrise wandering the direction of the wind until he can regain his focus.
No steel weapons (moderate)
If he does so he loses harmony with his Bokken and can not bring himself to draw it until spending adequate time to regain harmony (at the GMs discretion)
Always offer enemy a chance to surrender (Moderate) Failure to do so leads the character to waiver in his personal strength. If he ever fails to offer an enemy a chance to surrender before knocking him unconscious (or worst) he rolls Valor and a success means he feels the cowardice of his action. Until he finds a way to show his courage again he is unable to draw a weapon against another person.
Elemental Rejuvination: I was thinking of it as being the only thing that he feels connects him to his goddess mother, he doesn't feel like he gained any natural abilities as he always seemed smaller than other boys, and wasn't as strong growing up. His skin is tinted white, and his lips are blue, his eyes seem to swirl with a storm, his emotions are always therefore carried in his eyes. His hair seems to always be swaying even when there is no wind. These things caused him to be an outcast as a child, and even his mortal mother wanted nothing to do with him sending him away when he was 8. The rejuvenation is one of the only things that has kept him alive, as an inherent understanding helped him recover from the beatings his mother and the other children gave him. When he left it was able to help keep him alive until he came across his Sifu.
errant12345
New Member
Okay, here's my character sheet with appearance, personality and background. I didn't add the BP from the Obligation flaw because I wanted to get your approval on it first. Writing sample forthcoming.
Name: Blue Keshta
Age: 24
Sex: Female
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 133 lbs
Type: God-Blood (Water Elemental)
Motivation: Make amends for her criminal past.
Dodge DV: 5
Parry DV: 6(Cestus), 4(Boots)
Dodge MDV: 4
Parry MDV: 2
Punch(Cestus): Speed 5, Accuracy 9, Damage 6, Defense +3, Rate 3. Tags: M.
Kick(Iron Boots): Speed 5, Accuracy 9, Damage 9, Defense -3, Rate 2. Tags: M.
Punch: Speed 5, Accuracy 10, Damage 3, Defense +2, Rate 3. Tags: N.
Kick: Speed 5, Accuracy 9, Damage 6, Defense -2, Rate 2. Tags: N.
Clinch: Speed 6, Accuracy 9, Damage 3, Defense (NA), Rate 1. Tags: C, N, P.
ATTRIBUTES
==========
STR ooo
DEX oooo
STA ooo
CHA oo
MAN oo
APP oo
PER ooo
INT oo
WIT ooo
ABILITIES
=========
Archery
*Martial Arts ooooo
Melee
Thrown
War
Integrity ooo
Performance
Presence oo
Resistance ooo
Survival
Craft
Investigation
Lore o
Medicine o
Occult
Athletics ooo
Awareness ooo
*Dodge ooooo
Larceny o
Stealth oo
Bureaucracy
Linguistics oo
Ride
Sail
Socialize o
BACKGROUNDS
===========
Resources ooo
Sifu o(First Pulse Style)
Contacts oo
CHARMS
======
MARTIAL ARTS
Third Martial Arts Excellency
ESSENCE & WILLPOWER
===================
Essence: 1
Personal Essence: 26
Willpower: 6
VIRTUES
=======
Compassion o
Conviction ooo
Temperance oo
Valor ooo
INTIMACIES
==========
Innocent people(Positive)
HEALTH LEVELS
=============
-0 []
-1 [][]
-2 [][]
-4 []
I []
FLAWS
=====
Obligation (3 BP) - Owed to the Eagle Clan, a powerful crime syndicate headquartered in Nexus for teaching her their
styles and giving her a good introduction to the gladiatorial scene when she "retired".
They occasionally call upon her for bodyguard duty or collecting payment from a debtor who's
fallen behind on payments. These jobs seldom require anything more than a stern glare and
harsh words. Perhaps a bit of roughing up now and again. However, it was made very clear to
her when she left that one day she will be ordered to kill one last time before her debt is
considered paid in full.
Bonus Points 21(0)
=================
Third Martial Arts Excellency(7 points)
Martial Arts +2(2 points)
Dodge +2(2 points)
Athletics +1(2 points)
Awareness +1(2 points)
Dexterity +1(4 points)
Integrity +1(2 points)
BACKGROUND
==========
Keshta was born the the daughter of a water elemental named Blue Deep Darkness and a mortal woman of the Eagle
Clan crime family. The head of the Eagle Clan, an Air aspected Dragon Blood known as Black Eagle had long encouraged
his mortal clansmen to produce children with lesser gods and elementals in order to produce god-bloods to swell the
ranks of the clan with essence wielders who could learn terrestrial martial arts and sorcery. In this manner he sought
to produce a large number of loyal soldiers who were much stronger than the average mortal, but still too weak to
challenge his authority. Keshta's upbringing was typical of a God-Blood of the Eagle Clan.
Keshta barely knew her father. She was raised by her mother with the assistance of other clansmen. While she lacked
for no necessities she had little time for anything but training in the art of fighting and the laws and rules of
behavior the Clan. She was taught to respect strength above all else, because without strength one has no power to
achieve victory. After strength, she was taught to respect Integrity, for to compromise in the criminal underworld
is to show weakness. After integrity she was taught the value of loyalty, for if no one is loyal to another then
there is no clan.
She took to the training well, and excelled in the mortal Kestrel-style. Soon she found herself able to empower her
techniques with Essence. At the age of eighteen, she was put to work as an enforcer for the clan. She performed
quite well in her duties, earning a fearsome reputation as a ruthless armbreaker who would crush anyone who dared to
defy Black Eagle's will.
However, one day she was ordered to kill a young man who had freed a group of slaves that the Eagle Clan had recently
taken. When she confronted him, he easily defeated her. Expecting him to kill her, she asked him how he had become
so strong. He explained that he did not use his skill to beat down the innocent and the weak. He fought
only to gain the strength he needed to follow his heart and do what he felt was just. Then she asked him if he was one
of the Exalted. He said no, that he was as mortal as her. And then... he turned and began to walk away.
She called out to him, "Have mercy upon me! I will die a horrible death if I return a failure!" Upon hearing her
words, he said "Then take my bracers as proof. I will stain them with my blood so that they will be convincing
evidence of my death, for all who witnessed my deed saw me wearing them." He removed the beautiful golden bracers
and cut his hand, smearing them in his blood. "One as greedy as your master will not believe a living person would
part with such a treasure" he said, as he laid the bloodied bracers on the ground infront of him. Then he
bowed to her and left in peace.
The shock of her failure was tempered by the mercy she had just been shown. She began to feel a sense of remorse for
the wrongs she had done, and shame for her gross overestimation of her own strength. Although she returned to Black
Eagle in failure, she had no trouble convincing him that her quarry was dead. He was very pleased with her, and
especially pleased with his new trophies. She took advantage of his favor to ask permission to begin the process of
leaving active service to the Clan. Black Eagle was initially hesitant to allow it, but he granted her request on
the condition that she swear a blood-debt that could only be paid by killing one last time for the Clan. Until
then, they could ask her for any number of lesser favors and she would be obligated to obey. In return, she asked
that until her service ends, she be allowed to continue to study First Pulse style with any Eagle Clan sifu she wishes.
A bit worried about her debt, but glad of the opportunity it provided her, she used her contacts in the Clan to set
herself up as a gladiator in Nexus and earned a respectable sum before moving on. She knew that the Eagle Clan would
more than likely be watching her every move, but she was free to travel and do as she wished. So, she set out in
search of something greater than what she had known before... a life lived not just for the sake of improving herself,
but a greater purpose than selfish ambition.
PERSONALITY
===========
Keshta is a very introspective person, if a rather jaded one. Although she's no longer willing to prey upon the
innocent, she doesn't have any problem with hurting or even killing someone who threatens her life. Her new
career as a gladiator doesn't bother her at all, because they know exactly what to expect well before they choose to
step into the arena. Also, she gains the benefit of fighting strong opponents and learning from their techniques.
However, she has decidedly lost her taste for blood, and will spare an opponent she knows to be good at heart. The
unrepentantly wicked are not shown such mercy, however. But even this could change in time. The mysterious young man
ignited a smouldering ember of righteousness in her, however. More and more she finds herself empathizing with the
people she once victimized. Although she would never speak of it, she is beginning to doubt she will be able to
fulfill her oath to Black Eagle.
APPEARANCE
==========
Keshta is a tall, stern woman with a dark complexion and long deep blue hair. Her serious demeanor makes many people
think she's older than she actually is. She has river-green eyes and lithe, muscular body. Her clothing is usually
very plain. Typically just a simple brown long-sleeved shirt, trousers and iron boots. She also wears a chain shirt
under her clothing if she's expecting trouble.
EQUIPMENT
=========
Chain Shirt: +3L/+1B, Mobility -0, Fatigue 1.
Fine Cestus: Speed 5, Accuracy +0, Damage +3B, Defense +3. Tags: M
Iron Boots: Speed 5, Accuracy +0, Damage +6B, Defense -3. Tags M
Song & a rough idea of what she looks like(Just pretend it's a picture of her in training).
Age: 24
Sex: Female
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 133 lbs
Type: God-Blood (Water Elemental)
Motivation: Make amends for her criminal past.
Dodge DV: 5
Parry DV: 6(Cestus), 4(Boots)
Dodge MDV: 4
Parry MDV: 2
Punch(Cestus): Speed 5, Accuracy 9, Damage 6, Defense +3, Rate 3. Tags: M.
Kick(Iron Boots): Speed 5, Accuracy 9, Damage 9, Defense -3, Rate 2. Tags: M.
Punch: Speed 5, Accuracy 10, Damage 3, Defense +2, Rate 3. Tags: N.
Kick: Speed 5, Accuracy 9, Damage 6, Defense -2, Rate 2. Tags: N.
Clinch: Speed 6, Accuracy 9, Damage 3, Defense (NA), Rate 1. Tags: C, N, P.
ATTRIBUTES
==========
STR ooo
DEX oooo
STA ooo
CHA oo
MAN oo
APP oo
PER ooo
INT oo
WIT ooo
ABILITIES
=========
Archery
*Martial Arts ooooo
Melee
Thrown
War
Integrity ooo
Performance
Presence oo
Resistance ooo
Survival
Craft
Investigation
Lore o
Medicine o
Occult
Athletics ooo
Awareness ooo
*Dodge ooooo
Larceny o
Stealth oo
Bureaucracy
Linguistics oo
Ride
Sail
Socialize o
BACKGROUNDS
===========
Resources ooo
Sifu o(First Pulse Style)
Contacts oo
CHARMS
======
MARTIAL ARTS
Third Martial Arts Excellency
ESSENCE & WILLPOWER
===================
Essence: 1
Personal Essence: 26
Willpower: 6
VIRTUES
=======
Compassion o
Conviction ooo
Temperance oo
Valor ooo
INTIMACIES
==========
Innocent people(Positive)
HEALTH LEVELS
=============
-0 []
-1 [][]
-2 [][]
-4 []
I []
FLAWS
=====
Obligation (3 BP) - Owed to the Eagle Clan, a powerful crime syndicate headquartered in Nexus for teaching her their
styles and giving her a good introduction to the gladiatorial scene when she "retired".
They occasionally call upon her for bodyguard duty or collecting payment from a debtor who's
fallen behind on payments. These jobs seldom require anything more than a stern glare and
harsh words. Perhaps a bit of roughing up now and again. However, it was made very clear to
her when she left that one day she will be ordered to kill one last time before her debt is
considered paid in full.
Bonus Points 21(0)
=================
Third Martial Arts Excellency(7 points)
Martial Arts +2(2 points)
Dodge +2(2 points)
Athletics +1(2 points)
Awareness +1(2 points)
Dexterity +1(4 points)
Integrity +1(2 points)
BACKGROUND
==========
Keshta was born the the daughter of a water elemental named Blue Deep Darkness and a mortal woman of the Eagle
Clan crime family. The head of the Eagle Clan, an Air aspected Dragon Blood known as Black Eagle had long encouraged
his mortal clansmen to produce children with lesser gods and elementals in order to produce god-bloods to swell the
ranks of the clan with essence wielders who could learn terrestrial martial arts and sorcery. In this manner he sought
to produce a large number of loyal soldiers who were much stronger than the average mortal, but still too weak to
challenge his authority. Keshta's upbringing was typical of a God-Blood of the Eagle Clan.
Keshta barely knew her father. She was raised by her mother with the assistance of other clansmen. While she lacked
for no necessities she had little time for anything but training in the art of fighting and the laws and rules of
behavior the Clan. She was taught to respect strength above all else, because without strength one has no power to
achieve victory. After strength, she was taught to respect Integrity, for to compromise in the criminal underworld
is to show weakness. After integrity she was taught the value of loyalty, for if no one is loyal to another then
there is no clan.
She took to the training well, and excelled in the mortal Kestrel-style. Soon she found herself able to empower her
techniques with Essence. At the age of eighteen, she was put to work as an enforcer for the clan. She performed
quite well in her duties, earning a fearsome reputation as a ruthless armbreaker who would crush anyone who dared to
defy Black Eagle's will.
However, one day she was ordered to kill a young man who had freed a group of slaves that the Eagle Clan had recently
taken. When she confronted him, he easily defeated her. Expecting him to kill her, she asked him how he had become
so strong. He explained that he did not use his skill to beat down the innocent and the weak. He fought
only to gain the strength he needed to follow his heart and do what he felt was just. Then she asked him if he was one
of the Exalted. He said no, that he was as mortal as her. And then... he turned and began to walk away.
She called out to him, "Have mercy upon me! I will die a horrible death if I return a failure!" Upon hearing her
words, he said "Then take my bracers as proof. I will stain them with my blood so that they will be convincing
evidence of my death, for all who witnessed my deed saw me wearing them." He removed the beautiful golden bracers
and cut his hand, smearing them in his blood. "One as greedy as your master will not believe a living person would
part with such a treasure" he said, as he laid the bloodied bracers on the ground infront of him. Then he
bowed to her and left in peace.
The shock of her failure was tempered by the mercy she had just been shown. She began to feel a sense of remorse for
the wrongs she had done, and shame for her gross overestimation of her own strength. Although she returned to Black
Eagle in failure, she had no trouble convincing him that her quarry was dead. He was very pleased with her, and
especially pleased with his new trophies. She took advantage of his favor to ask permission to begin the process of
leaving active service to the Clan. Black Eagle was initially hesitant to allow it, but he granted her request on
the condition that she swear a blood-debt that could only be paid by killing one last time for the Clan. Until
then, they could ask her for any number of lesser favors and she would be obligated to obey. In return, she asked
that until her service ends, she be allowed to continue to study First Pulse style with any Eagle Clan sifu she wishes.
A bit worried about her debt, but glad of the opportunity it provided her, she used her contacts in the Clan to set
herself up as a gladiator in Nexus and earned a respectable sum before moving on. She knew that the Eagle Clan would
more than likely be watching her every move, but she was free to travel and do as she wished. So, she set out in
search of something greater than what she had known before... a life lived not just for the sake of improving herself,
but a greater purpose than selfish ambition.
PERSONALITY
===========
Keshta is a very introspective person, if a rather jaded one. Although she's no longer willing to prey upon the
innocent, she doesn't have any problem with hurting or even killing someone who threatens her life. Her new
career as a gladiator doesn't bother her at all, because they know exactly what to expect well before they choose to
step into the arena. Also, she gains the benefit of fighting strong opponents and learning from their techniques.
However, she has decidedly lost her taste for blood, and will spare an opponent she knows to be good at heart. The
unrepentantly wicked are not shown such mercy, however. But even this could change in time. The mysterious young man
ignited a smouldering ember of righteousness in her, however. More and more she finds herself empathizing with the
people she once victimized. Although she would never speak of it, she is beginning to doubt she will be able to
fulfill her oath to Black Eagle.
APPEARANCE
==========
Keshta is a tall, stern woman with a dark complexion and long deep blue hair. Her serious demeanor makes many people
think she's older than she actually is. She has river-green eyes and lithe, muscular body. Her clothing is usually
very plain. Typically just a simple brown long-sleeved shirt, trousers and iron boots. She also wears a chain shirt
under her clothing if she's expecting trouble.
EQUIPMENT
=========
Chain Shirt: +3L/+1B, Mobility -0, Fatigue 1.
Fine Cestus: Speed 5, Accuracy +0, Damage +3B, Defense +3. Tags: M
Iron Boots: Speed 5, Accuracy +0, Damage +6B, Defense -3. Tags M
Song & a rough idea of what she looks like(Just pretend it's a picture of her in training).
http://hydek.deviantart.com/art/OKK-68646256 <-- Portrait
<-- Theme song
Writing Sample
<-- Theme song
Writing Sample
Keshta was seated at a table by herself, in a quaint little tavern in a quaint little town far east of Nexus. For all the world, she appeared to be dispassionately eating her meal, oblivious to all else. However, she was keenly aware of the three drunken men walking through the door, and making a bee-line for her. She'd seen that swagger, that ignorant overconfidence a thousand times before. This was the sideshow boxer she'd beaten yesterday, a tall, sinewy man with burning red hair and beady green eyes. His bare chest was sporting a tattoo of a fierce looking wolf. Chains were wrapped around his forearms to give more weight to his blows.
His two friends she didn't recognize. They were shorter, but bulky. Likely as much muscle as fat. Both wore the sleeveless green shirts that marked them as members in a local gang... small-timers... posers, really. One was bald and had a patch over list left eye. The other had blond hair and extensive scars on his arms, and one on his cheek... likely self-inflicted, to make him look tough. She knew what a _real_ battle scar looked like.
The boxer crossed his arms and grinned down at her as he spoke. "Hey, little girl! I thought I'd give you a fair chance to give my money back! I know you cheated, but I'm gonna go easy on you because I'm such a nice guy!"
Keshta looked up at him impassively and replied "And precisely how did I cheat? I fought you with bare hands and feet, and no less than fifty people watched. None of them called foul." She stood up and looked the man in the eye, standing nearly as tall as him.
The boxer and his friends seemed surprised at her response, taking a few moments before the one with the eyepatch replied. "Shut up, bitch! We're not the guilty ones, here! You're just trying to get out of this and it's not going to happen! Fork over the cash now or there's going to be trouble!" With that, the two green-shirts pulled knives hidden behind their backs and held them menacingly. The boxer sneered at her in aggravation. "Just give the money back already! You're outnumbered! Do it and we'll leave you be!"
By this time, a small crowd had gathered to watch the confrontation unfold. Several people quickly took their leave, not wanting to get involved. Keshta regarded the boxer and his two goons with contempt, and spat at their feet. "This is pathetic. I bruised your ego and won your money fair and square, so you come up with this half-assed scheme to try and justify taking it back. But you're too afraid to fight me alone, so you hire a few third-rate goons to back you up." She took a step forward, now nearly nose-to-nose with the boxer. "You want me to give your money back?" She said, narrowing her eyes as she clenched her fists. "Make me."
The boxer stumbled back a good five feet, shocked at her boldness and her blunt refusal. "You... you stupid bitch! You think you're tough? We'll tear your apart! Get her!" The two thugs came at Keshta like a pair of charging Yeddim. They surged forward on both sides of the boxer, trying to flank her from the sides. They obviously had some skill with those blades, holding them parallel to the ground as they lunged forward, tensing up for the inevitable strike.
Keshta moved with the speed and grace of a rushing river, grabbing a pair of chairs and whirling them around a full 180 degrees. The chairs struck her attackers in the sides, shattering with the force of the impact. The two burly men were sent sprawling ungracefully to the floor, nursing a few cracked ribs. She smirked at the boxer and spoke. "Maybe you really do need that money, if these guys were the best help you could afford."
The boxer gnashed his teeth and howled in anger. "Get up! Get up and kill her, right now!" The two thugs painfully hauled themselves back up to their feet and approached more cautiously this time... simultaneously striking with their blades.
Keshta nimbly jumped into the air and flipped over the scarred thug, avoiding both blows. She spun on her heel and slammed the heel of her heavy iron boot into his back, sending him crashing into the eye patch wearer, then hopped forward and smashed her boot into his face. Both thugs were sent over the bar, crashing into the glasses, plates, and bottles of alcohol behind it. The bartender only barely managed to avoid them.
The boxer charged forward with a powerful roundhouse, trying to catch Keshta off-guard as she handled his friends. However, she knocked the boxer's fist aside with a sharp blow to the wrist, then followed up with a pair of punches to the solar-plexus. The man coughed as she knocked the wind out of him, doubling over slightly. She moved in closer and caught him across the face with an elbow, breaking his nose, and then viciously driving her fist into his chest, pivoting to put the weight of her entire body behind the blow. The boxer was launched backwards and crashed through a table, clutching his chest in pain. Blood from his broken nose was smeared all over his face, and dripping down onto his chest.
"You... you freak..." He sputtered. He half-crawled, half-stumbled across the floor until he got to his feet, then broke out into the best run he could manage, bolting out the door and leaving his hired help behind.
Keshta shook her head and started digging around in her pocket. She pulled out a small bag of money and handed tossed it to the bartender. The man looked confused, opening it up. "What... what's this?" he said.
"It's the money I won from that loser. It hasn't brought me anything but trouble, so I thought I'd get rid of it. Maybe it'll go a little ways towards fixing this place up." She shrugged and smiled at the bartender, then calmly walked out the door.
His two friends she didn't recognize. They were shorter, but bulky. Likely as much muscle as fat. Both wore the sleeveless green shirts that marked them as members in a local gang... small-timers... posers, really. One was bald and had a patch over list left eye. The other had blond hair and extensive scars on his arms, and one on his cheek... likely self-inflicted, to make him look tough. She knew what a _real_ battle scar looked like.
The boxer crossed his arms and grinned down at her as he spoke. "Hey, little girl! I thought I'd give you a fair chance to give my money back! I know you cheated, but I'm gonna go easy on you because I'm such a nice guy!"
Keshta looked up at him impassively and replied "And precisely how did I cheat? I fought you with bare hands and feet, and no less than fifty people watched. None of them called foul." She stood up and looked the man in the eye, standing nearly as tall as him.
The boxer and his friends seemed surprised at her response, taking a few moments before the one with the eyepatch replied. "Shut up, bitch! We're not the guilty ones, here! You're just trying to get out of this and it's not going to happen! Fork over the cash now or there's going to be trouble!" With that, the two green-shirts pulled knives hidden behind their backs and held them menacingly. The boxer sneered at her in aggravation. "Just give the money back already! You're outnumbered! Do it and we'll leave you be!"
By this time, a small crowd had gathered to watch the confrontation unfold. Several people quickly took their leave, not wanting to get involved. Keshta regarded the boxer and his two goons with contempt, and spat at their feet. "This is pathetic. I bruised your ego and won your money fair and square, so you come up with this half-assed scheme to try and justify taking it back. But you're too afraid to fight me alone, so you hire a few third-rate goons to back you up." She took a step forward, now nearly nose-to-nose with the boxer. "You want me to give your money back?" She said, narrowing her eyes as she clenched her fists. "Make me."
The boxer stumbled back a good five feet, shocked at her boldness and her blunt refusal. "You... you stupid bitch! You think you're tough? We'll tear your apart! Get her!" The two thugs came at Keshta like a pair of charging Yeddim. They surged forward on both sides of the boxer, trying to flank her from the sides. They obviously had some skill with those blades, holding them parallel to the ground as they lunged forward, tensing up for the inevitable strike.
Keshta moved with the speed and grace of a rushing river, grabbing a pair of chairs and whirling them around a full 180 degrees. The chairs struck her attackers in the sides, shattering with the force of the impact. The two burly men were sent sprawling ungracefully to the floor, nursing a few cracked ribs. She smirked at the boxer and spoke. "Maybe you really do need that money, if these guys were the best help you could afford."
The boxer gnashed his teeth and howled in anger. "Get up! Get up and kill her, right now!" The two thugs painfully hauled themselves back up to their feet and approached more cautiously this time... simultaneously striking with their blades.
Keshta nimbly jumped into the air and flipped over the scarred thug, avoiding both blows. She spun on her heel and slammed the heel of her heavy iron boot into his back, sending him crashing into the eye patch wearer, then hopped forward and smashed her boot into his face. Both thugs were sent over the bar, crashing into the glasses, plates, and bottles of alcohol behind it. The bartender only barely managed to avoid them.
The boxer charged forward with a powerful roundhouse, trying to catch Keshta off-guard as she handled his friends. However, she knocked the boxer's fist aside with a sharp blow to the wrist, then followed up with a pair of punches to the solar-plexus. The man coughed as she knocked the wind out of him, doubling over slightly. She moved in closer and caught him across the face with an elbow, breaking his nose, and then viciously driving her fist into his chest, pivoting to put the weight of her entire body behind the blow. The boxer was launched backwards and crashed through a table, clutching his chest in pain. Blood from his broken nose was smeared all over his face, and dripping down onto his chest.
"You... you freak..." He sputtered. He half-crawled, half-stumbled across the floor until he got to his feet, then broke out into the best run he could manage, bolting out the door and leaving his hired help behind.
Keshta shook her head and started digging around in her pocket. She pulled out a small bag of money and handed tossed it to the bartender. The man looked confused, opening it up. "What... what's this?" he said.
"It's the money I won from that loser. It hasn't brought me anything but trouble, so I thought I'd get rid of it. Maybe it'll go a little ways towards fixing this place up." She shrugged and smiled at the bartender, then calmly walked out the door.
TherealBrickwall
One Thousand Club
Aww, now my First Pulse character will be all unoriginal and stuff.
Okay, the two are nothing alike except for the MA Charms they use. But still.
Okay, the two are nothing alike except for the MA Charms they use. But still.
errant12345
New Member
Hey, it's a good "beat the shit out of people" style. Can you blame me?TherealBrickwall said:
TherealBrickwall
One Thousand Club
I wasn't blaming, I was lamenting.
errant12345
New Member
You realize that the up-side to this is that it'd be easier for them to coordinate attacks for cool team-up techniques. :mrgreen:
Luck1
Junior Member
Here's a first go at a character. Further details/background forthcoming.
Name: Rigid Bulb
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 270 lbs
Type: God-Blooded (Earth Elemental)
Motivation: Find the means to protect his home and meet his father’s expectations
Physical6
Str xxxx
Dex x
Sta xxxx
Mental3
Per xxx
Int xx
Wit x
Social5
Cha xxx
Man x
App xxxx
Archery
Martial arts* xxxxx
Melee x
Thrown
War
Athletics x
Awareness xxx
Dodge
Larceny
Stealth
Integrity* xxx
Performance x
Presence xx
Resistance xxx
Survival xx
Bureaucracy
Linguistics
Ride
Sail
Socialize
Craft x
Investigation
Lore xx
Medicine xx
Occult x
Backgrounds:6
Patron 3
Manse 2 (Cold Iron Bauble)
Cult 1
Virtues:5
Compassion xx
Conviction xxx
Temperance xx
Valor xx
Intimacies:
His father
His own physical prowess
His mountain temple
The village and inhabitants at base of mountain
His father’s armor
Merits:
Brutal Attack 4
Pain Tolerance 7
Heirloom (armor) 1
Flaws:
Intolerance (terrestrials) 1
Too Perfect 1
Code of Honor 5
Charms:
(Jade Mountain Style)
Boulder-Crushing Grasp
Pillar of Marble Stance
Essence 1
WP: 5
Pool: 24
Health Levels:
-0 [][][][][][][]
Dodge DV: 1
Parry DV: 3
Dodge MDV: 4
Parry MDV: 2
Punch: Speed 5, Rate 3, Accuracy 10, Damage 4, Defense +2. Tags: N.
Kick: Speed 5, Rate 2, Accuracy 9, Damage 7, Defense -2. Tags: N.
Clinch: Speed 6, Rate 1, Accuracy 9, Damage 4, Defense (NA). Tags: C, N, P.
BP: 21+7 flaws = 28
12 Merits
14 Charms
2 MA skill
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 270 lbs
Type: God-Blooded (Earth Elemental)
Motivation: Find the means to protect his home and meet his father’s expectations
Physical6
Str xxxx
Dex x
Sta xxxx
Mental3
Per xxx
Int xx
Wit x
Social5
Cha xxx
Man x
App xxxx
Archery
Martial arts* xxxxx
Melee x
Thrown
War
Athletics x
Awareness xxx
Dodge
Larceny
Stealth
Integrity* xxx
Performance x
Presence xx
Resistance xxx
Survival xx
Bureaucracy
Linguistics
Ride
Sail
Socialize
Craft x
Investigation
Lore xx
Medicine xx
Occult x
Backgrounds:6
Patron 3
Manse 2 (Cold Iron Bauble)
Cult 1
Virtues:5
Compassion xx
Conviction xxx
Temperance xx
Valor xx
Intimacies:
His father
His own physical prowess
His mountain temple
The village and inhabitants at base of mountain
His father’s armor
Merits:
Brutal Attack 4
Pain Tolerance 7
Heirloom (armor) 1
Flaws:
Intolerance (terrestrials) 1
Too Perfect 1
Code of Honor 5
Charms:
(Jade Mountain Style)
Boulder-Crushing Grasp
Pillar of Marble Stance
Essence 1
WP: 5
Pool: 24
Health Levels:
-0 [][][][][][][]
Dodge DV: 1
Parry DV: 3
Dodge MDV: 4
Parry MDV: 2
Punch: Speed 5, Rate 3, Accuracy 10, Damage 4, Defense +2. Tags: N.
Kick: Speed 5, Rate 2, Accuracy 9, Damage 7, Defense -2. Tags: N.
Clinch: Speed 6, Rate 1, Accuracy 9, Damage 4, Defense (NA). Tags: C, N, P.
BP: 21+7 flaws = 28
12 Merits
14 Charms
2 MA skill
Concept
“Well look what we have here.†A giant of a man stepped out in front of Durst. Foot steps tapping up behind, Four more. Durst looked up at the man with his white eyes, blind from birth.
“What is a blind boy doing in these---†the giant said with a laugh, but cut short, as the boy lept gripping the man’s belt with his foot and the shoulder hand seeming to climb him with a deft ease, instead slammed his knee into the man’s chin knocking him back, as the giant fell back, Dust gripped the man’s hair as though riding a wild horse, landing with both feet on the giants throat, leaving only a gurgling snore.
A few gasps sounded followed by a the quick patter of feet. Not wanting to waste time the boy quickly cut the man’s coin purse and ran hoping from barrel to post flinging himself onto the roof of a short building. He ran almost floating across the rooftops.
Durst leapt down to his usual alley but something was wrong there were men there searching as he came down he braced planting both his knees into the back of a thug, and launched jerking on the man head feet first towards the man who seems to be in charge, but was instead snatched from the air by the leader. “So you are the blind rat that has given me so much trouble.†With those words it began to rain.
Durst threw a smoke egg into the thug leader’s face. Startled the Leader threw Durst away into a pile of trash. Durst then slipped into the sewers entrance hidden by the trash only to meet another surprise a giant rat bit into is arm. Durst rolled back locking his legs about the neck of the rat and ran a thumb blade across its neck.
Running the sewers, hoping from pipe to stone ducking though low openings the rat over his shoulder and his arm wrapped in cloth He made his way towards his home a small opening in one of the walls, barely enough room for him and his sister. A problem, there were people at his home, and his sister was crying, he could hear, Durst dropped the rat and charged, he ducked under the first intruder, grabbling a pole to launch himself into the chest of the next one. Nothing there. He flew uncontrolled into a fist knocking him unconscious and into the sewer.
Waking in a bed much too nice, “Am I dead†Durst asked no one in particular. A young woman a few years older, and so beautiful she had to be an angel brought in a tray with two tea cups and a tea pot. The girl giggled, “No silly you are in the home of my father.†She placed the tray on a table and left. No sooner did she leave than did a old man entered.
“I see you met my daughter Illiya. Sweet girl.â€
“H-how did I get here,†Durst asked with fear in his voice.
“Boy my son brought you after you washed up on the river.â€
With a flash of memory, “I have to save my sister.†And pain throughout his body he couldn’t move.
“Son, I will help you if you will do something for me at th same time, I believe you have met my son.â€
“What is a blind boy doing in these---†the giant said with a laugh, but cut short, as the boy lept gripping the man’s belt with his foot and the shoulder hand seeming to climb him with a deft ease, instead slammed his knee into the man’s chin knocking him back, as the giant fell back, Dust gripped the man’s hair as though riding a wild horse, landing with both feet on the giants throat, leaving only a gurgling snore.
A few gasps sounded followed by a the quick patter of feet. Not wanting to waste time the boy quickly cut the man’s coin purse and ran hoping from barrel to post flinging himself onto the roof of a short building. He ran almost floating across the rooftops.
Durst leapt down to his usual alley but something was wrong there were men there searching as he came down he braced planting both his knees into the back of a thug, and launched jerking on the man head feet first towards the man who seems to be in charge, but was instead snatched from the air by the leader. “So you are the blind rat that has given me so much trouble.†With those words it began to rain.
Durst threw a smoke egg into the thug leader’s face. Startled the Leader threw Durst away into a pile of trash. Durst then slipped into the sewers entrance hidden by the trash only to meet another surprise a giant rat bit into is arm. Durst rolled back locking his legs about the neck of the rat and ran a thumb blade across its neck.
Running the sewers, hoping from pipe to stone ducking though low openings the rat over his shoulder and his arm wrapped in cloth He made his way towards his home a small opening in one of the walls, barely enough room for him and his sister. A problem, there were people at his home, and his sister was crying, he could hear, Durst dropped the rat and charged, he ducked under the first intruder, grabbling a pole to launch himself into the chest of the next one. Nothing there. He flew uncontrolled into a fist knocking him unconscious and into the sewer.
Waking in a bed much too nice, “Am I dead†Durst asked no one in particular. A young woman a few years older, and so beautiful she had to be an angel brought in a tray with two tea cups and a tea pot. The girl giggled, “No silly you are in the home of my father.†She placed the tray on a table and left. No sooner did she leave than did a old man entered.
“I see you met my daughter Illiya. Sweet girl.â€
“H-how did I get here,†Durst asked with fear in his voice.
“Boy my son brought you after you washed up on the river.â€
With a flash of memory, “I have to save my sister.†And pain throughout his body he couldn’t move.
“Son, I will help you if you will do something for me at th same time, I believe you have met my son.â€
errant12345
New Member
I've updated my submission with a song, writing sample, and something resembling a portrait. Sadly, I'm no artist.
Axelgear
General Wontwit
I apologize to you all but I am afraid this game is on temporary hiatus. I've been busy and cannot deal with taking another game on my shoulders. I've barely been able to deal with the ones I have.
I do like this concept and will return to it later, but, for now, I am afraid it cannot be pushed forward by me.
I do like this concept and will return to it later, but, for now, I am afraid it cannot be pushed forward by me.
Feantari
Water Sprite
Sad days. I will stick my character in the repository should you get more time.
JerryMcJerrison
BLACKJACK!
Aw, dang, and I just had a sweet idea too. I think I'll write it up anyways, and keep him in the drawer if you don't get to pick this back up/ I don't get in anyways etc.
