NachoGod
The Omnitopped Nachos.
Theme:
Rp'er Name: NachoGod
Post Frequency: 2-3 times a week.
Discord Name: Mickey
Current RP: (list rp link here for any current or future rp's the character participates in. In this way it is easier to track down where a character is in IH)
Goals: To find her brother who is enslaved in the West empire, rescue him, and grow powerful enough to gain revenge against those who took her colony from her.
Equipped Titles: Fae/Capie
Class: Artless
Perks:
Downtime: (can be left blank. used for #Harvester and #Tamer skills.)
Languages: Common, Fae
Age: 24
Height: 5ft 5in
Weight: 124lbs
Acquired Titles: Fae/Capie (Capies are a species of predatory Fae that Are believed to be offshoots of an insectiod Beastkin tribe evolutionarily adapted to life within the Fae See.)
Points at Start: 105 +14 (stat reduced)
Points Earned: 0
Points Spent: 119 (-28 Stats,-14 Natural weapons, -21 flight F, Special Movement: Wallcrawling -14, Feature Skill: Extra limbs -7, Feature skill: Nightvision -7, Fighting style:Natural weapons:Moonlight predator -7, Incapacitation -14, Piercing-0, Stealth -7)
Points Not Spent: 0
Rp'er Name: NachoGod
Post Frequency: 2-3 times a week.
Discord Name: Mickey
Current RP: (list rp link here for any current or future rp's the character participates in. In this way it is easier to track down where a character is in IH)
Goals: To find her brother who is enslaved in the West empire, rescue him, and grow powerful enough to gain revenge against those who took her colony from her.
Equipped Titles: Fae/Capie
Class: Artless
Perks:
Downtime: (can be left blank. used for #Harvester and #Tamer skills.)
Languages: Common, Fae
Age: 24
Height: 5ft 5in
Weight: 124lbs
Backstory: Native Denizen
Current Life:
Deep within the darkness of The shade there was once a small colony of Capies, these creatures lived in a peaceful balance with their surroundings. Hunting the elderly and infirm creatures that called the forest home and playing a crucial and definitively role in the cycle of life. Qamar was the first born spawn of the Kabus/Tamar Union, and she was raised to believe that all things had their place in the world, each had their part to play and hers was to be the Joy of their parents Union. She would lean into this role wholeheartedly constantly wearing a smile and ensuring her bubbly demeanor would make such a display infectious. For the first six years of her existence she was the life of the Colony. Beloved by all and welcomed in each dwelling. When she was Six years of age, The Parental Union would spawn yet another child, her Brother Badar, one who was designated with the role of being a protector of the Colony.
Qamar would maintain her status and continue on her mission to spread joy within the colony, but as she grew older she would begin to help the other brood-mothers, like her own, with caring for the little Fae larvae. Including her brother. Soon it would come time for her to join her father and the other adults in their collective mission of hunting those who would not persist within the forests. A task she would hop into with her usual optimism and hopeful energy. Yet she began to notice things were changing. The beasts they hunted were growing fewer in number, and if one really looked they could see signs of change, Fire pits here and there, signs of human activity within their borders. Oblivious to the tensions she would only notice how nervous the elders and her father would become when it was mentioned thus she began to keep what she discovered to herself. Something she would hold as a regret for years to come.
The growing human presence would come to a head when she was 12 years old. As per usual night had fallen and she was hunting with her father. A sudden twig snap would alert them both to what they thought was prey…however a small flame would ignite and she felt a sense of dread fill her as more small flames ignited in the distance. She and her father would turn to leave but suddenly the flames were airborne, a split second impulse on her fathers behalf was all that came between her and death that night. He blocked the oncoming flaming arrows with his body Quickly going up in flames, as he burned he would scream for her to run, and she would obey. Eyes filled with tears blurred the forest around her, yet by some miracle she made it to the Colony to find it under siege. Spotting her mother in pieces, her brother looking on frozen in terror, and some of the men responsible succumbing to the Potent Dust of her mothers now mutilated wings. She wanted to crumble into herself, she needed time to process the horrors before her. The screams of her people echoing throughout the night told her that she could do neither.
She took to wing and made an effort to reach her brother, yet she was young and weak. As she grabbed him she began to lose what little altitude she had gained. A rope with a hook was cast around her arm and with a tug her grip failed her. She dropped her little brother, luckily only a few feet, and Only barely managed to get the hook free in time to avoid a second one. Seeing the men surrounding her sibling she knew there was no way she could save them both. Her fathers words echoed in her mind and she did something that she would regret for the rest of her life…she turned and fled. Her wings beating as fast as they could carry her, when they began to fail her she would rely on her feet to take her the rest of the way.
Eventually she would come To Nevaeta, a lume elf settlement several miles from her colony, where she would collapse. The respite allowing her the luxury of crumbling as she had so desired. Eventually she would get herself together enough to explain what had happened and she would find limited sympathy for her plight. The Lume elves would allow her to stay though they were not as accepting of the outsider as she would have wished, still they were not openly hostile. For twelve years she would live amongst them until she began to hear murmurs of Fluffy moth Winged Slaves in the Western Empire. With a newfound hope she hadn’t felt in over a decade Qamar would ready herself for a long journey, and pray her brother was among this Moth Winged Slaves in the west so that she could save him and have a portion of her family back.
Deep within the darkness of The shade there was once a small colony of Capies, these creatures lived in a peaceful balance with their surroundings. Hunting the elderly and infirm creatures that called the forest home and playing a crucial and definitively role in the cycle of life. Qamar was the first born spawn of the Kabus/Tamar Union, and she was raised to believe that all things had their place in the world, each had their part to play and hers was to be the Joy of their parents Union. She would lean into this role wholeheartedly constantly wearing a smile and ensuring her bubbly demeanor would make such a display infectious. For the first six years of her existence she was the life of the Colony. Beloved by all and welcomed in each dwelling. When she was Six years of age, The Parental Union would spawn yet another child, her Brother Badar, one who was designated with the role of being a protector of the Colony.
Qamar would maintain her status and continue on her mission to spread joy within the colony, but as she grew older she would begin to help the other brood-mothers, like her own, with caring for the little Fae larvae. Including her brother. Soon it would come time for her to join her father and the other adults in their collective mission of hunting those who would not persist within the forests. A task she would hop into with her usual optimism and hopeful energy. Yet she began to notice things were changing. The beasts they hunted were growing fewer in number, and if one really looked they could see signs of change, Fire pits here and there, signs of human activity within their borders. Oblivious to the tensions she would only notice how nervous the elders and her father would become when it was mentioned thus she began to keep what she discovered to herself. Something she would hold as a regret for years to come.
The growing human presence would come to a head when she was 12 years old. As per usual night had fallen and she was hunting with her father. A sudden twig snap would alert them both to what they thought was prey…however a small flame would ignite and she felt a sense of dread fill her as more small flames ignited in the distance. She and her father would turn to leave but suddenly the flames were airborne, a split second impulse on her fathers behalf was all that came between her and death that night. He blocked the oncoming flaming arrows with his body Quickly going up in flames, as he burned he would scream for her to run, and she would obey. Eyes filled with tears blurred the forest around her, yet by some miracle she made it to the Colony to find it under siege. Spotting her mother in pieces, her brother looking on frozen in terror, and some of the men responsible succumbing to the Potent Dust of her mothers now mutilated wings. She wanted to crumble into herself, she needed time to process the horrors before her. The screams of her people echoing throughout the night told her that she could do neither.
She took to wing and made an effort to reach her brother, yet she was young and weak. As she grabbed him she began to lose what little altitude she had gained. A rope with a hook was cast around her arm and with a tug her grip failed her. She dropped her little brother, luckily only a few feet, and Only barely managed to get the hook free in time to avoid a second one. Seeing the men surrounding her sibling she knew there was no way she could save them both. Her fathers words echoed in her mind and she did something that she would regret for the rest of her life…she turned and fled. Her wings beating as fast as they could carry her, when they began to fail her she would rely on her feet to take her the rest of the way.
Eventually she would come To Nevaeta, a lume elf settlement several miles from her colony, where she would collapse. The respite allowing her the luxury of crumbling as she had so desired. Eventually she would get herself together enough to explain what had happened and she would find limited sympathy for her plight. The Lume elves would allow her to stay though they were not as accepting of the outsider as she would have wished, still they were not openly hostile. For twelve years she would live amongst them until she began to hear murmurs of Fluffy moth Winged Slaves in the Western Empire. With a newfound hope she hadn’t felt in over a decade Qamar would ready herself for a long journey, and pray her brother was among this Moth Winged Slaves in the west so that she could save him and have a portion of her family back.
Points at Start: 105 +14 (stat reduced)
Points Earned: 0
Points Spent: 119 (-28 Stats,-14 Natural weapons, -21 flight F, Special Movement: Wallcrawling -14, Feature Skill: Extra limbs -7, Feature skill: Nightvision -7, Fighting style:Natural weapons:Moonlight predator -7, Incapacitation -14, Piercing-0, Stealth -7)
Points Not Spent: 0
Stats:
Strength - E (-7)
Precision - C (-21)
Intelligence - G (+7)
Vitality - G (+7)
Speed - F
Character Grade - F
Skills:
- Flight F (-21)
- Special Movement: Wallcrawling F (-14)
- Feature Skill: Extra limbs (Arms) (-7)
- Feature Skill: Night vision F (-7)
- Fighting Style(Natural weapons) (-7) :Moonlight Predator-F- a fighting style utilizing Stealth and the natural weapons of the Capie to Incapacitate and Feed upon a target. Incapacitating F (-14) Penetrating F (Fighting style discount -0)
- Area Knowledge|Domestic|The Shade F (Free)
- Stealth F (-7)
Abilities:
- Prey-making cloud-Moonlight Predator-(Flight F, Incapacitating F, Stealth F) the user Subtly beats their wings together creating a small cloud of paralytic powder in their vicinity rendering the target incapable of resisting a followup attack. Can only effect one Target within melee range of Qamar (Qamar is immune to her own powder.) (x1Actions) (Grade F) (Cooldown 0)
- Final Kiss-Moonlight Predator-(Penetrating F, Wallcrawling F,) The user Bites into an incapacitated foe with their retractable proboscis and drags them away often times up a wall or onto a high point before draining their bodily fluids. (x2 Actions) (Grade F) (Cooldown 0)
Equipment:
- Natural Weapons (Wings, Proboscis, Limbs.) F (-14): The chitinous tips of Qamar’s fingers are hard and sharp enough to pierce skin and soft tissue, The wings can Release a paralytic powder, and Her proboscis can penetrate flesh and Bone alike.
- Clothing- Created by the Lune elves and worn with pride, seen by Qamar as a token of acceptance by the community…might be a bit of wishful thinking.
- Silk bed tie- a traditional Silk cloth used to tie oneself to the boughs of a tree so that one does not fall out of it whilst sleeping.
- Fine bristled brush- For keeping dirt out of her fur.
Change Log: (list here links to thread posts where the character received awards/points from moderator. Also list point expenditures whenever the points are used to buy or upgrade something and what the points were used for. Be sure to include dates of the updates in the log.)
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- [9/27/24]
- Additional points gained from Scoops or stat reductions
- All stat upgrades
- All skill purchases
- All equipment, item, or asset purchases (this includes Natural Weapons)
- VVV AFTER ANY RP/COMMUNITY EVENT/MARKETPLACE DEAL VVV
- [Date sheet was edited] Link to Grading post at end of RP, Rewards post from Community events, or Marketplace post for trades
- Points, Assets, and Titles acquired from RP (these will be listed in Grading post)
- Title Change: Equipped Hero of Garden Temple. Unequipped Ditch Hobo.
- [Date sheet was edited, if different than previous edit date]Point Expenditure: 7 points for Musician [Violin] F (violin comes with the skill)
- Upgrade Speed C => B for 7pts.
- Rinse and Repeat
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