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Fantasy Cadavers

WIP

posting cs wips here so they don't get lost and also as reminder for peeps to post CS wips here!






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Cadaver Profiles

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  • “If ya don’t wanna fry then stay outta my way.”

    Name:
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    Galvanizer

    Appearance:

    A tall man with jet blue hair and red eyes. He has the look of a beast. Something behind the eyes, some secret spark waiting to be ignited.

    Personality:

    Crass, flippant, and unpredictable. A current Cadaver Agent working for the Portian Government, Galvanizer's true allegiances are unknown, and are likely to be as mercurial as he is.

    Affiliation:

    Portia

    Background:

    The man who would become known as Galvanizer had a normal life, once. As a young man he worked as a stock boy for local grocers in a small burg near enough to Saffen City. Those who knew him then would recognize something in the man he'd become. Even back then, he still flaunted his irreverent, sardonic personality. The difference was that then his smiles were genuine, his laughter sincere rather than mocking. He was known to be the type to go out of his way and help people or animals in need without repayment. He was well known in the neighborhood, and he knew everyone in turn. Sometimes after a shift he'd stop to play with the neighborhood kids, letting them climb on him or share food. One of them, the youngest among them, would always personally thank him and he'd lift her into his shoulders with her mother standing nearby whose smile was always weary. Though, he'd always fluster if anyone made comment on it. He was already in the late teens by this time.

    In the past, when he was a young boy, his mother would have issues with his behaviour. See, the boy's father had left them, and left behind a wound in his son which the boy still carried with him long after his old man had gone. And thus the boy learned to be tough, brash, and recalcitrant. His attitude made it difficult for him to make friends, and resulted in more than a few fights with other kids. He always had a strong pride. He'd usually get the first punch in, only to be swiftly, thoroughly thrashed until someone stepped in or the other boys got bored and left him be, bloodied and bruised by the wayside.

    Dogs never seemed to have an issue with him, though. They'd wag their tails and sit by him and let him pet them, beat up and all. He sort of saw a bit of himself in them - the underdog, a stray. He's felt a sort mutual respect and kinship with them ever since. His worried mother would have to patch him up whenever he finally came sauntering back home. He always assured he "couldn't even feel it." Really, the worst part would be the alcohol on his wounds. It stung. It reminded him that other kids don't have to feel that sort of sting. The sting of a missing father, and cracked pride. It was so annoying and unfair. Someday he'd get strong, so strong.

    More time passed and he was a young adult. He's moving boxes of fresh produce from Saffen, wiping his forehead after a long shift getting ready to return home. On his usual route he overheard a small conversation. Something about the weather tonight. He thought nothing of it at the time. And as he's walking the street minding his business, he notices the door to the weary mother's home has been left just slightly ajar. And there's a dog barking at it.

    He goes in to investigate, the dog follows. The family's belongins littered the floor behind the door that had been thrown near off its hinges. He entered the next room and found a pair of men, men he'd never seen before. One's holding the weary mother up by the neck. The other had hold of her daughter.

    In that moment he's a boy again, shocked by and unsure of what he's witnessing. Then the dog barks, growls, and launches at the assailant. One of the men kicked the dog on impulse. She - the dog was female - landed right at his feet. The boy remembered her making the most heart-wrenchingly mournful whimper. That was the moment he lunged. His heart was beating in his ears; he looked like a man possessed. He freed the mother, and as the man was recovering, tried to wrestle with the man still clutching onto the girl. Then a large pair of hands clapped him on the back. There had been more of them, too many. He couldn't possibly take them all. They held him down, and he's helpless to do anything but watch as they take the little girl away, the one who'd always gone out of her way to thank him, talk to him, rode on his shoulders. She looked so scared. She said his name.

    In that moment, everything in his being wished for nothing more than to save her. To give one last shoulder ride and many more. This was all wrong. He tried to fight back, yelling her name, but it's no use. Then men holding him are too strong for him. way stronger than him. They hoist him to his feet. Tears in his eyes. Then.
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    Punch. Square to the gut. Lights out.

    He awoke with a start. The girl wasgone. The men were gone. He rushed outside, the sound of his footsteps pounding in the hard rain. Thunder crashed above him. He remembered running, endlessly into the night, crying her name. The desperation in his heart for power, to lessen the burden of pain, called upon the Magus of Vis - Storm. It happened so fast. In an instant he was struck - his life flashed before his eyes, and in that moment where time seemed to slow he decided he could not die here.

    When the smoke cleared and the dust settled, he emerged, the ground scorched and sizzling where he stood. In his hands was a weapon, at once both familiar and alien to him. It hummed with power, the power he'd begged for. And yet, it had been too late. Too late for her. Too late for him.


    Magus Type:

    Vis - Storm

    Power:

    Galvanizer's Magus grants him the full power of a Storm at his fingertips. Thunder and lightning are his bread and butter. When roused by true fighting spirit, his strength can rival that of a hurricane.

    Soulbound Weapon:
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    Spear

    Techniques:

    - Ride the Lightning:
    Galvanizer converts his physical body into electricity to move at the speed of lightning.

    - Thunderstruck:
    Galvanizer calls down a mighty bolt of lightning to decimate a chosen target.

    - Eye of the Storm:
    Galvanizer summons a localized maelstrom with himself as its epicenter.

    - Seek & Destroy:
    Galvanizer charges his Soulbound Spear with thunder and lightning. He reels back and throws the spear at his target. The spear follows after its designated target, homing in on it even if it moves or is very far away.

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Hey, all! Just wanted to give an update about my thoughts on the logistics of this RP. I've heard a few character concepts and read a few CSes already, and they're looking really good! (a reminder to either send your WIPs to me in a direct message or post it here)

In order to get the most out of the world and the variety of locations and characters, I think it makes the most sense to frame the In Character roleplay segments as pieces in an anthology series. Each story will be its own self-contained vignette with a beginning, middle, and end. The way I see this working is as follows:

1. Myself, or a player if they are feeling so inclined, will post a 'mini interest check' in the OOC channel. This'll include things like the general setting and a brief overview of the storyline in mind. Players can then express interest and put forth their characters for inclusion.
2. The plot kicks off as normal in the IC channel, with hopefully ample time for both character development and plot progression.
3. The plot wraps up. Keep in mind, multiple 'vignettes', or Chapters, can be running simultaneously, so in order to not get confused, at the top of every post there will have to be an indicator of which Chapter the post belongs to (details to follow once I figure out what that'll be

If anybody has concerns or questions about this style of RP, please let me know! If you're curious, part of my motivation for doing it this way is I've had many roleplays fall flat due to a combination of characters feeling shoe-horned into situations that they'd never get themselves into under normal circumstances, one player with a key role in a plot line getting busy and the thread falling through, or simply players feeling too inundated with trying to keep track of what and where every character is at all times that they can't keep up.

So, all of that is to say, I hope you found this interesting at worst, and inspiring at best!

Happy Hunting

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Bump!!! Please read above Update for an idea of the logistics that I have in mind for the RP, and if you have any suggestions, they are always welcome as well
 
Character Check:

“Hey, this is kinda fun–don’t you think?”

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Name: Aerie (she named herself after Ares, the god of war out of admiration)

Personality: Aerie is a wildcard, having been described by some of her comrades as borderline crazy. She is amused by things she shouldn’t be; the sight of blood on the battlefield makes her ecstatic. She is driven by the sole purpose of defeating as many demons as possible. She doesn’t care how or why it happens, she just wants to kill demons. Emotions such as sympathy, regret and sadness seemed to be the most dampened in her transformation into a cadaver, leaving her with an excitable disposition with little regard for the consequences of her actions. Rarely does her serious, calculated side show up unless in the most dire of circumstances. Even rarer are the moments of clarity that allow for her to maintain reasonable decisions and a calm demeanor.

Affiliation: Privately contracted through the wealthy residents of Portia to protect and guard their neighborhoods.

Background: In her past life, Aerie grew up in the poor, hard streets of Saffen city with her peasant family. Her family was similar to any other living in the poverty stricken streets, not enough income and too many kids. Her neighborhood banded together in a tight knit community, everyone helping the other out as much as possible. She was used to running around the streets with all the neighborhood kids, staying out far too late into the night and causing far too much trouble. She would get scolded by her parents for being the leader in the frivolous pranks and petty crimes around the city, only to huff them off in favor of her own fun and mischievous desires.

After spending a childhood out in the streets, at the age of 17, Aerie felt invincible. She knew how to efficiently steal from high class vendors in the wealthier side of Saffen in order to contribute to the income of her own and various other families in her neighborhood. She operated mostly at night, scoffing at the cautious warnings of demon attacks in the area. Aerie had never met one, so they must not be real, not to her. Fate struck one unlucky night, as Aerie and her childhood band of misfits stumbled across a rogue demon in the dead of night. She was forced to watch, helpless, as people closest to her were massacred and devoured by the demon. Wounded but left alone by the beast as it had filled its appetite on her friends, Aerie managed to escape the area. Filled with regret, guilt and sadness at the events that had happened, Aerie sought out a means to more power and get revenge on every living demon she came across. Upon turning into a cadaver, her feelings of regret and guilt were smothered welcomely, leaving her with an incendiary attitude and little to no compassion.


Magus Type: Vis- Water

Soulbound Weapon: Her dual katanas

Techniques:
  • Water strike: With a slash of her katanas, Aerie sends out a slice of water to strike down enemies and cut through limbs. She often combines this ability in tandem with her sword attacks, to add a double blow and wear down enemy defenses.
  • Piercing Rain: Aerie can sharpen water droplets to hail down on her opponents in a small area of effect. The ability is strongest with rain, but she can still use it limitedly with manipulating water vapor in the air.
  • Water Shield: A defense attack, Aerie can bring up a shield of water to one side to blunt or halt attacks, can only be used to fend off one attack, as water is decently penetrable.
 
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