Dice Exalted 3rd: Salt and Blood

[Legend of tomorrow]

Character creation is standard as per the book, so you have most likely exalted less than a year ago.


With the game taking place in the southwest, and starting with An-Teng, you'll have some reasons to explore the vast expanses and seas, so some ranks in Sail couldn't hurt.


Use the OOC section for any questions and post your characters here.

 

[vinom]

WIP

• Personal Information
• Backstory
• Mundane traits
• Supernatural traits
• Conflict traits
• Bookkeeping

• Name: Aranni // Golden Girl
  
  
  Caste: Dawn
  
  
  Concept: Ex-Godblooded Holy Powerhouse
  
  
  Anima: A dazzling set of six sharp-feathered orichalcum wings
  
  
  Supernal Ability: Melee
  
  
  Appearance
  
  
  Young, still maturing, the girl's hair is a flowing firey mane. She's got the whip cord muscles of a distance runner or swimmer, and enough of a healthy figure to her that you know she hasn't every truly been close to starving. All around, a cute young twelve year old.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Most Solars start their lives as mortals, who through heroic action prove themselves, and gain the mantle divine… But the idea that there is a standard model of the beings designed to do the impossible that can’t be deviated from is a bit foolish and rather misinformed.
  
  
  Aranni started her life, not as a mortal girl, but as a god-blooded whose file in Yu-Shan was one of the favorite casual readings in the Forbidding Manse of Ivy among those who wished to still claim they were working. The daughter of the wandering divinity Little Beam and a powerful guildswoman, Ruby Scholar, whom commissioned and created a temple manse to the Left Hand of Power during the year she was carrying her child so that it would be most blessed with the divine inheritance it could possibly be.
  
  
  Ruby Scholar was a woman who wanted not but the best for her child and insisted she got it, going so far as hiring tutors in any subject Aranni took interest in. But her dedication to her child left her a poor defense against determined wrath of an underling who wished her station… Aranni never got to say good bye to her mother, as she went to a tutor’s house one day for training in swordswomanship and one of the last people loyal to Ruby Scholar, a young guildsman by the name of Riho Tanaka, smuggled her out of town before night fall.
  
  
  After her mother’s death, Aranni’s life lost the stability she brought. Without someone working to keep her focused and subdued, the story of her life began to take the tone of a penny-dreadful novel series. Aranni would come to some location, and during the course of a period ranging from two weeks to a season, attempt to integrate, makes friends, run into a problem or opposition, solves or defeats it using skills a non-godblooded little girl shouldn’t have, from the ability to see through illusions, shoot holy essence beams, or be able to intimidate gods and elementals into helping her, then having to leave that location because she reveled too much of her nature or made too many enemies, and then the cycle would repeat.
  
  
  At the age of five, she bubbled into a complex social game of cat and mouse between visiting House Peleps dignitaries and the ruler of a Satrap that came crashing down around her when she blurted out that one of the dynasts involved was in fact her younger brother pretending to be her, a ruse to allow her to elope with an elemental.
  
  
  On her sixth birthday, she met a God by the name of Little Beam. Both of them were investigating the disappearances from nearby villages with tracks leading into a single large tree with blood red leaves. After having to convince him that she was not another mortal who was about to be disappeared, they agreed to work together. Aranni didn’t know that the god who her powers worked so well with was her father, and if Little Beam was aware in his part in her story, he didn’t let her know. What he did do, above helping cut down and burn a Wyld tainted tree that had been luring people in by grabbing them by the dreams and not letting them move save for closer to it, was informing her of the Solars and the Lunars, the Exegent and the Liminals, the Sidereals and the Terrestrials, the Yozi and the Incarna… in short the role the Celestial Exalted should play in creation.
  
  
  When she was eight, she had rooted out a Fair Folk presence inside a Lookshy primary school pretending to be puppeteers. Through a carefully and masterfully crafting an improvised script, she conned the trio of Fair Folk to do a puppet show about a trio of Fair Folk being tricked into doing a puppet show about a trio of Fair Folk being tricked into doing a puppet show about a trio of Fair Folk being tricked into doing a puppet show about a trio of Fair Folk, down layer by layer until all the kids said the story was boring, and the Fair Folk tried to stop the show, but couldn’t remember how many shows they needed to stop and accidentally ending their assumptions…
  
  
  On Calibration during her eleventh year, she met Flashing Echo of the Hidden Dagger, a ghost of a mortal who died in a duel with a young unexalted dynast because his opponent cheated. Although it was within her power to exorcise him, she instead studied his fighting style for four days. Then, on the last day of Calibration, she challenged the dynast to a duel. Their fight played out identically to the one he had with Flashing Echo of the Hidden Dagger before his death, but Aranni knew to expect the dagger that would come on a string from the legging of his pants, catching it, and reveling him as the cheater he was. The lad’s reputation was ruined, and Flashing Echo of the Hidden Dagger having seen his vengeance fulfilled, was able to return to the cycle of reincarnation.
  
  
  By her twelfth year, Aranni had made a name for herself that could no longer be avoided by the simple moving to a new part of the East. She was known to the Immaculate Order, as a god-blooded of some potency who would save the day from situations she created, and then preach about the Anathema as if they were the heroes of Creation. They began to pour effort into finding her, and soon they found a barn she was being permitted to sleep in by a old mortal couple who were looking the other way.
  
  
  She awoke to the smell of burning hay, and it took mere moments to notice that the whole barn was on fire… the door to the barn was open, but she knew she closed it when she snuck in for the night, and some instinct in her told her that this was a trap. Of course, it was a well engineered trap, so jumping through the back wall and running for the woods was one of the plans the Immaculate Monks were prepared for, and she was quickly engulfed in a rain of arrows, her back lit by the roaring fire.
  
  
  There were at least two rows of archers in the tree line… too many to count in a row, not a force she could fight through before the force at the front of the barn could come and pin her. And that assessment was ignoring the terrestrial in front of her. Coated from head to toe in the clayish sandy dirt that was under the top soil of the area, the earth aspected monk stood before her, a bone white tetsubo with a head the size of a man’s torso in his hands.
  
  
  Aranni knew she was doomed. Outnumbered by mortal archers, out flanked by Wyld Hunt veterans, and out matched by the Immaculate monk, she wouldn’t last a minute even with the magicks that flowed within her. Some might have begged at this time, some might have tried to cut a deal… Aranni charged. She barreled headlong at the monk with the stone coated body. Arrows whipped by she, making cuts across her cheeks, her arms, but less came each volley as more and more of the arrows were blocked by the monk’s position. The monk swung the testubo down with all his might, thinking the battle might be ended in a single blow.
  
  
  Aranni didn’t block or dodge the blow. She dove under the testubo, levering herself off the pommel of the weapon, and driving both her heels up, into the monk’s jaw. There was then flash of golden light which lit up the woods behind the barn so well the fire cast shadows. Aranni stood on the unconscious monk, holding his testubo, the glowing sign of the dawn caste on her forehead.
  
  
  In the time that this fearsome image of their quarry registered into the minds of the archers, the other members of the Wyld Hunt came around the barn. None of them expected to face a Dawn caste, and they weren’t sure of their might was sufficient for the task. Aranni then turned, once twice, in place, hurling the massive white jade maul at the line of archers who scattered in all directions, the dawn caste rushing through the hole in the battle line.
  
  
  One might think that Exaltation would changes one’s life dramatically… and although that may be usually true, her new status as a Dawn Caste Chosen of the Sun did not divorce Aranni from the sheer episodic nature of solving some problem and then running before the her reputation drew in the hunt.
  
  
  The East was mayhaps the most populous direction in Creation, but over the course of years of jumping into and out of communities over the course of weeks, it was getting smaller and smaller as she tried to avoid places and people she’s been to and met before. Her travels slowly meandered south as she evades the Wyld Hunt, or others who would seek her out against herself interest. She followed her instincts, trying to come to the understanding with past life memories which flooded into her during dreams or when she was exhausted from combat.
  
  
  She could remember one scene more vividly than anything else… a fight, a battle, not against foes but old allies. It started at sunrise, ended at sun set… image after image of her hand breaking past scale and bone to grab heart, to hold it aloft, the sun shining brightly down upon her…
  
  
  Her journey took her to a stone city swallowed by trees, entering ruins which echoed familiarly in her mind at dawn, her feet walking on autopilot, as if navigating one’s home without a candle until she came to the place where a body her soul once wore was interred. Of course the new natives of the ruins didn’t take kindly to her presence… and the goblins, when they came in waves, were enough to drive her back out of the old city through sheer force of number. By nightfall she was out of the city, wounded and worn down from hours of fighting.
  
  
  She ran into a Guild Caravan two weeks out from the city… the meeting was interesting to say the least. The guildsmen in the caravan knew that they couldn’t stand up to a solar exalted, in a fight or at the negotiation table, and that they weren’t authorized to try, Aranni knew that she had nothing of value to offer in trade save things of such immense worth she wouldn’t be able to approximate their price to the nearest talent of jade. It was going to be an awkward interaction, save that Riho Tanaka knew Aranni.
  
  
  The pair of them compared stories about the last few years… most of Aranni’s life to be sure, as they travelled to the coast, to Port Calm. It was there she met with a god negotiating for the local Guild Faction, asking her what it was she wanted. Her paranoia whispered warnings, fearing the Guild might do to her .
  
  
  Aranni said she wished to see the the West as she had had her fill of the East, at least for a while, and was willing to work as protection for a ship till they got to An-Teng.
  
  
  Aranni now sits in a Guild Caravel, her journey taking her farther south and west than she’s ever been before. To her left sits Riho Tanaka; wisdom says that he came hoping that he could raise his position in the Guild by tying himself to her and letting her rise to power her pull him up. Aranni chooses to believe that he is motivated too by the loyalty he once had to her mother, but she was twelve, she’d be thirteen on the 15th of Resplendent Earth and she had to become mature. If Riho thought that helping her would be to his own benefit, she couldn’t begrudge him for it. It would be true, even if she’d have to be the one to reward him. A queen must take care of her people.
  
  
  
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  Attributes
  
  
  Physical
  
  
  Strength
  
  
  Dexterity
  
  
  Stamina
  
  
  Social
  
  
  Charisma
  
  
  Manipulation
  
  
  Appearance
  
  
  Mental
  
  
  Perception
  
  
  Intelligence
  
  
  Wits
  
  
  Abilities
  
  
  Archery
  
  
  Athletics
  
  
  Awareness
  
  
  Brawl
  
  
  Bureaucracy
  
  
  Craft
  
  
  Dodge
  
  
  Integrity
  
  
  Investigation
  
  
  Larceny
  
  
  Linguistics
  
  
  Lore
  
  
  Martial Arts
  
  
  Medicine
  
  
  Melee
  
  
  Occult
  
  
  Performance
  
  
  Presence
  
  
  Resistance
  
  
  Ride
  
  
  Sail
  
  
  Socialize
  
  
  Stealth
  
  
  Survival
  
  
  Thrown
  
  
  War
  
  
  Merits
  
  
  Equipment and property
  
  
  
• Charms
  
  
  Melee---
  
  
  Sorcery---
  
  
  Presence---
  
  
  War---
  
  
  Socialize---
  
  
  Dodge---
  
  
  Archery---
  
  
  Essence:
  
  
  Permanent:
  
  
  Personal:
  
  
  Peripheral:
  
  
  Committed:
  
  
  Willpower: ●●●●●/5
  
  
  Limit 0/10
  
  
  Limit Trigger: The Solar sees innocents suffering, and is either unable or unwilling to help them.
  
  
  Caste Traits
  
  
  Intimacies
  
  
  
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  Defenses:
  
  
  Evade:
  
  
  Parry:
  
  
  Soak:
  
  
  Hardness:
  
  
  Health:
  
  
  -0 [ ]
  
  
  -1 [ ][ ]
  
  
  -2 [ ][ ]
  
  
  -4 [ ]
  
  
  -X [ ]
  
  
  Social Defenses:
  
  
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  Experience points
  
  
  Experience Log 60
  
  
  60 Chargen
  
  
  

 

[Blackadder]

• Background Information
• Caste Traits
• Attributes
• Abilities
• Merits
• Charms
• Essence Traits
• General Traits
• Intimacies
• Equipment
• Bonus Points Log

• 
  
  
  
  Name: Gallon (pronounced 'Gah-len')
  
  
  Concept: The Pirate
  
  
  Anima: A flag of gold, with crossed white swords
  
  
  Background
  
  
  Gallon doesn't talk honestly about his past. He will make up plenty of stories as to what his precise origins were. Regardless, he's An-Teng by blood, holds the Realm in contempt, and in his younger days when seen, frequented the docks.
  
  
  Mind you, these were not the docks of honest mercantiles, but the seedy, corsair-filled, and Lintha favored. With a certain charm, and his own knack for the sea and swords, Gallon served on one raider than another, before snagging his own ship and crew.
  
  
  They nearly met their end though, when an Imperial trireme on a rare anti-pirate sweep fixed on them. Desperate, Gallon turned the ship into the path of dark clouds while ordering the caged ravens to come up to propitiate the storm mothers into making a safe gap for them.
  
  
  That was when Gallon heard the chuckle of a deep, sonorous amused voice, his brow glowed white and gold, and the storm seemed to part for the ship while battering the Realm vessel.
  
  
  Driven by a vision and an impulse only he could understand, Gallon personally piloted the pirates to a small atoll island, mounted by a familiar tumulus. In the burial chamber below, Gallon found the daiklave of his past reincarnation, the orichalcum and moonsilver blended Quicksilver Cutlass.
  
  
  Now a Solar Exalt, he is beginning to consider new and bigger possibilities on the horizon.
• Caste: Eclipse
  
  
  Anima Effects:
  
  
  • For 10 motes, one Willpower, the Eclipse sanctifies an oath she has witnessed. The Exalt touches the oathgivers (or their words, as they pass through the air), her caste mark flashing imperceptibly. If she wishes, her anima briefly flares, swirling with the words and runes by which Heaven has given her the right to arbitrate such matters. Oath-givers who break pacts sanctified by the Eclipse (including the Exalt herself) are subject to a terrible
    curse. The details of the curse are devised by the Storyteller, ideally reflecting the oath broken. A woman who breaks a hospitality oath might find herself incapable of rest beneath any roof for a year and a day, while a man
    who murdered the one he swore to protect may find his defenses utterly failing him when he must next fight for his life.
    
  • The Eclipse has diplomatic immunity when treating with the enemies of Creation. So long as the Eclipse approaches them on legitimate business of some kind, shades, spirits, the demon princes of Hell, and the Fair Folk may not attack the Eclipse or her companions without just cause, and such creatures must observe the local rules of hospitality. Such beings may still attempt to provoke members of the Solar’s embassy into breaking the peace, thus voiding this effect’s protection.
    
  • The Eclipse represents all the subtle movements of Essence under Heaven, the strange and self-referencing powers that stir when night merges with day. Eclipses can learn the Charms of spirits, Fair Folk and similar supernatural beings which have the Eclipse keyword for eight experience points each.
• Intelligence 2, Wits 5, Perception 3
  
  
  Strength 3, Dexterity 5, Stamina 3
  
  
  Charisma 3, Manipulation 2, Appearance 3
• Caste Abilities: Larceny, Occult, Presence, Sail, Socialize
  
  
  Favored Abilities: Athletics, Awareness, Brawl, Dodge, Melee
  
  
  Supernal Ability: Sail
  
  
  Athletics 3 (Swimming)
  
  
  Awareness 3 (Sight)
  
  
  Brawl 3
  
  
  Dodge 3
  
  
  Integrity 2
  
  
  Larceny 2
  
  
  Linguistics 1
  
  
  Melee 3 (Swords)
  
  
  Presence 2 (Leadership)
  
  
  Resistance 2
  
  
  Sail 5
  
  
  Socialize 1
  
  
  Stealth 2
• Ambidextrous 1
  
  
  Artifact 3 (The Quicksilver Cutlass - Reaper Daiklave)
  
  
  Contacts 1 (An-Teng Pirate Community)
  
  
  Followers 2 (Gallon's Pirate Crew)
  
  
  Language 1 (Native: Seatongue, Riverspeak)
  
  
  Quick Draw [Melee] 1
  
  
  Resources 1
• Excellencies: Athletics, Awareness, Brawl, Dodge, Larceny, Melee, Presence, Sail, Socialize
  
  
  Athletics
  
  
  Graceful Crane Stance
  
  
  Monkey Leap Technique
  
  
  Dodge
  
  
  Reed in the Wind
  
  
  Drifting Leaf Illusion
  
  
  Shadow over Water
  
  
  Melee
  
  
  Excellent Strike
  
  
  Fire and Stones Strike
  
  
  One Weapon, Two Blows
  
  
  Dipping Swallow Defense
  
  
  Sail
  
  
  Salty Dog Method
  
  
  Shipwreck-Surviving Stamina
  
  
  Fathom's Fed Spirit
  
  
  Safe Bearing Technique
  
  
  Immortal Mariner's Advantage
  
  
  Legendary Captain's Signature
• Essence: 1
  
  
  Personal Essence: 13
  
  
  Peripheral Essence: 28 (33)
  
  
  Limit Trigger: The Solar is faced with the opportunity to advance his own cause by harming an innocent or ignoring one’s suffering.
  
  
  
• Health Levels: -0, -1, -1, -2, -2, -4, INC
  
  
  Willpower: 6
  
  
  Withering Attack (Unarmed/Quicksilver Cutlass): 12 dice / 12 dice
  
  
  Withering Damage (Unarmed/Quicksilver Cutlass): Threshold + 10B [Overwhelming 1] / Threshold + 15L[Overwhelming 5]
  
  
  Evasion: 4
  
  
  Parry: 4 (Unarmed) / 6 (Quicksilver Cutlass)
  
  
  Soak: Stamina 3 + Armor 3 = 6
  
  
  Hardness: None
  
  
  Resolve: 4
  
  
  Guile: 2
• Minor Tie: The Realm (Hate)
  
  
  Minor Tie: An-Teng (Patriotism)
  
  
  Major Tie: Gallon's Crew (Friendship and Camaraderie)
  
  
  Defining Principle: "There is no higher authority than a captain at the helm."
• Chain Shirt (Soak 3, No Mobility Penalty)
  
  
  Pirate Ship [uses Profile of Blue-Water Merchant]
• Willpower +1 - 2
  
  
  Appearance +1 - 3
  
  
  Wits +1 - 4
  
  
  Stealth +2 - 4
  
  
  Sail +2 - 2

 

[Esbilon]

• Personal Information
• Background
• Mundane traits
• Supernatural traits
• Conflict traits
• Bookkeeping

• 
  
  
  Name: Mnemon Taminoko
  
  
  Caste: Zenith
  
  
  Anima: A shining white crane rises above her and spreads its wings, shedding its light on all the world.
  
  
  Supernal Ability: Presence
  
  
  Appearance
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Taminoko was born as yet another proud scion of house Mnemon, her parents were graced by Pasiap and the blood of the Scarlet Empress herself flowed in her veins. As any other proud scion of house Mnemon, she was surrounded by servants and siblings from the moment of her birth, even if her parents, having done their part, kept their distance. She was a popular baby girl, always eager for the spotlight, and with a natural knack for getting it, but she also suffered from the short attention span that comes with an entire world vying for one's attention. When she was four years old, her eldest brother was exalted by the Earth Dragon and she pouted, too young to understand what had happen, she only registered that she had lost everyone's attention. As she grew, she came to realise that exaltation was a natural and important event in hers and her sibling's lives, and knowing that it would come to her as well let her feign a smile when a few years later her eldest sister exalted.
  
  
  When Taminoko's own time came and went, she was too shocked to be devastated. How could she not Exalt? How dare the Dragons deny her what they had bestowed on her siblings? Anger filled her soul, and yet she could not show it, for anger at the dragons was not proper, it was not her place to question her betters. She could see the disappointment in her parents' eyes, she could see the scornful smiles in those she had considered her lessers, but whom the Dragons had raised higher than her.
  
  
  She never accepted that she was inferior to the Dragonblooded. She knew it on an intellectual level, they would outlive her by centuries, outperform her in any contest, they were better in all ways, but in her bones, she could not accept it. She pushed herself harder than any Exalt ever would, seeking every advantage in a world where the cards were stacked against her. And then the unthinkable happened. The Scarlet Empress disappeared. In one stroke, the pillars of Creation trembled and the unassailable power of the Realm and the Dragonblooded seemed uncertain.
  
  
  Ever seeking a chance to get ahead in the game, Taminoko joined an expedition to the West shortly after. An ancient manse had been discovered and the young mortal was brought along to deal with the local population and ensure that the paperwork was filed correctly, tasks deemed too menial for the Exalted leaders. But when the Manse was opened, a plague spread from it, infecting the workers with madness and mutation. The Dragonblooded leaders deemed that the island should be quarantined and they left it behind to bring word back. Taminoko was left alone with the local friends she had made. Taking the mantle of dynastic responsibility on her, she led an expedition into the depths, seeking to find a cure for the sickness, and glory for herself. But as they descended, the madness took them, splitting them up and forcing them to leave men behind at every step. In the end, only Taminoko and Lu, a leader among the locals, remained. She took hold of the hearthstone and fled him as he succumbed fully to the madness. The hearthstone cured her mind and body, and the ancient Animating Intelligence that inhabited the Manse told her that it could not do the same for the others while it operated at reduced power. However, for security reasons, the greater part of its Essence circuits were cut off. Trembling, but seeing no other option, Taminoko told the Manse to restore full power. There was a moment of triumph before everything started crashing around her. Holding the hearthstone close, the terrified dynast prayed as she never had before. Contact with the gods is not in the purview of mortals, but no mortal could save her friends and servants as the manse collapsed around her, and so she called upon those greater than herself. As she spoke more fervently and passionately than she had in a life of passion and fervour. With each word she spoke, the gods small and great that inhabited the ancient place woke up a little more, and with every word the sun shined brighter from her forehead.
  
  
  The hardest part of her life as an Exalt was to make the people of the island and the newly awakened gods to stop treating her like an Exalt and, somewhat embarressingly, to make them stop worshipping her. The people were a superstitious and heretical lot, and they did not quite understand just how badly it would go for her if the Dragonblooded returned to find her worshipped and pictograms of her with the noon day sun shining her forehead painted all across the now mostly safe manse.
  
  
  She was successful, as the Resplendent Suns generally are when persuading others to do as they wish, and when the expedition returned, she greeted them it in the harbor and they pronounced it safe. She travelled home with them, and received a pleasantly worded recommendation for her efforts, one that eventually landed her a position in the All-Seeing Eye's An-Teng branch.
  
  
  
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  Attributes
  
  
  Strength ●
  
  
  Dexterity ●●●●
  
  
  Stamina ●●
  
  
  Charisma ●●
  
  
  Manipulation ●●●●
  
  
  Appearance ●●●●●
  
  
  Perception ●●
  
  
  Intelligence ●●
  
  
  Wits ●●●●●
  
  
  Abilities
  
  
  Archery ●
  
  
  Athletics
  
  
  Awareness ●
  
  
  Brawl ●
  
  
  Bureaucracy ●●●●●
  
  
  Craft
  
  
  Dodge
  
  
  Integrity ●
  
  
  Investigation ●●●●● (Profiling)
  
  
  Larceny
  
  
  Linguistics ●●● (Calligraphy)
  
  
  Lore ●●●
  
  
  Martial Arts
  
  
  Medicine
  
  
  Melee ●
  
  
  Occult ●
  
  
  Performance ●●●●● (Upper class)
  
  
  Presence ●●●●● (Persuasion)
  
  
  Resistance
  
  
  Ride ●
  
  
  Sail ●
  
  
  Socialize ●●●●●
  
  
  Stealth
  
  
  Survival
  
  
  Thrown
  
  
  War ●
  
  
  Spoiler

  Archery ●, Lore ●●, Martial Arts ●, Melee ●, Performance ●, Presence ●, Ride ●, Socialize ●●, War ●
  
  
  Bureaucracy ●●●, Investigation ●, Linguistics ●●●
  
  
  Backgrounds
  
  
  Backing ●● (Operative of The All-Seeing Eye)
  
  
  Contacts ●●● (An-Teng)
  
  
  Language ●● (Native: High Realm; Seatongue, Flametonge)
  
  
  Resources ●●● (Stipend)
  
  
  Allies ●●● (Sesus Tonoji, her immediate superior in the All-Seeing Eye. A man who also lets her find the time to pursue personal projects.)
  
  
  Artifacts and Equipment
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  Charms
  
  
  Bureaucracy
  
  
  *Deft Official's Way
  
  
  **Speed the Wheels
  
  
  Investigation
  
  
  *Watchman's Infallible Eye (Int 1, Ess 1)
  
  
  Linguistics
  
  
  *Subtle Speech Method
  
  
  Performance
  
  
  *Masterful Performance Exercise (Per 3, Ess 1)
  
  
  **Thousand Courtesan Ways (Per 3, Ess 1)
  
  
  ***Celestial Bliss Trick (Per 4, Ess 1)
  
  
  Presence
  
  
  *Listener-Swaying Argument (Pre 3, Ess 1)
  
  
  *Harmonious Presence Meditation (Pre 2, Ess 1)
  
  
  **Threefold Magnetic Ardor (Pre 4, Ess 2)
  
  
  ***Awakened Carnal Demiurge (Pre 5, Ess 2)
  
  
  ****Rose-Lipped Seduction Style (Pre 5, Ess 3)
  
  
  Socialize
  
  
  *Master of Small Manners
  
  
  *Motive-Discerning Technique (Soc 3, Ess 1)
  
  
  *Shadow Over Day
  
  
  Essence:
  
  
  Permanent: ●
  
  
  Personal: 13/13
  
  
  Peripheral: 33/33 (33/33)
  
  
  Committed:
  
  
  Willpower: ●●●●●/5
  
  
  Limit 0/10
  
  
  Limit Trigger: The Solar’s allies suffer a setback or defeat because of a mistake she made.
  
  
  Intimacies
  
  
  Defining - "The more power I have, the more good I can do."
  
  
  Major - "The common people cannot rule themselves."
  
  
  Minor - The Realm (patriotism)
  
  
  Minor - The Dragonblooded (negative)
  
  
  Minor - "One must look one's best to be one's best."
  
  
  
• Join Battle: 5+1 = 6
  
  
  Offenses:
  
  
  -Light Unarmed-
  
  
  Withering Attack: 4+1+4 = 9
  
  
  Withering Damage: 1+7B = 8b
  
  
  Decisive Attack: 4+1 = 5
  
  
  Defenses:
  
  
  Evade: (4+0)/2 = 2
  
  
  Parry: (4+1+1)/2 = 3
  
  
  Soak: 2 = 2
  
  
  Hardness: 0
  
  
  Health:
  
  
  -0 [ ]
  
  
  -1 [ ][ ]
  
  
  -2 [ ][ ]
  
  
  -4 [ ]
  
  
  -X [ ]
  
  
  Social Defenses:
  
  
  Resolve: (5+1)/2 = 3
  
  
  Guile: (4+5)/2 = 5
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Experience Points: 0/0
  
  
  Bonus Points: 0/15
  
  
  2 Backgrounds
  
  
  2 Presence 3->5
  
  
  2 Performance 3->5
  
  
  2 Socialize 3->5
  
  
  2 Bureaucracy 3->5
  
  
  2 Investigation 3->5
  
  
  3 Allies 3
  
  
  2 Lore 1->3
  
  
  

 

[Sabre Ashe]

Mostly done, just got 6 bp left to spend. Need to work with you about an artifact however.

• Background Information
• Caste Traits
• Attributes & Abilities
• Merits
• Charms
• Essence Traits
• General Traits
• Intimacies

• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Name: Divia Evershade
  
  
  Concept: Traveling Healer/Poisoner
  
  
  Anima: Nightshade Flowers with Stems and Berries
  
  
  Languages: Seatongue, Flametongue
  
  
  
• Caste: Night Caste
  
  
  Anima Effects:
  
  
  • • For two motes, the Night can dampen her anima, treating all Peripheral Essence expenditures as if they were Personal for one instant.
    • For three motes, the Night can ignore up to (higher of 3 or Essence) penalties to a Stealth attempt for one instant. These motes are always considered Personal, regardless of the pool they’re spent from.
    • When the Night’s anima is at the bonfire/iconic level, it wraps around and suffuses her form, hiding her figure and masking her visage in flame. She is merely a fearsome
    silhouette shrouded in all the hues of evening. It becomes impossible to discern her identity. This is considered a perfect effect, and cannot be pierced by Eye of the Unconquered Sun (see p. 273) or other all-seeing magic.
• 
  
  
  Strength 1, Dexterity 5, Stamina 5
  
  
  Charisma 2, Manipulation 3, Appearance 2
  
  
  Intelligence 3, Wits 3, Perception 3
  
  
  Caste Abilities: Athletics, Stealth, Awareness, Larceny, Dodge
  
  
  Favored Abilities: Medicine, Brawl, Survival, Lore, Investigation
  
  
  Supernal Ability: Larceny
  
  
  Athletics 3 (Parkour)
  
  
  Awareness 3
  
  
  Brawl 1
  
  
  Dodge 3
  
  
  Integrity 1
  
  
  Investigation 1
  
  
  Larceny 4 (Slight of Hand)
  
  
  Linguistics 1
  
  
  Lore 1
  
  
  Medicine 3 (Diagnosis)
  
  
  Martial Arts [snake Style] 3
  
  
  Resistance 1
  
  
  Sail 1
  
  
  Socialize 2
  
  
  Stealth 3
  
  
  Survival 2 (Herbology)
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Martial Arts [4]
  
  
  Artifact: Silken Armor [4]
  
  
  Resources [2]
  
  
  Language [1] - Flametongue
  
  
  
• Excellencies: Athletics, Stealth, Awareness, Larceny, Dodge, Medicine, Brawl, Survival, Lore, Investigation, Resistance
  
  
  Awareness:
  
  
  Sensory Acuity Prana
  
  
  Surprise Anticipation Method
  
  
  Dodge:
  
  
  Reed in the Wind
  
  
  Reflex Sidestep Technique
  
  
  Larceny:
  
  
  Seasoned Criminal Method
  
  
  Spurious Presence
  
  
  Swift Gambler's Eye
  
  
  Lighting-Hand Slight
  
  
  Flawless Pickpocketing Technique
  
  
  Martial Arts (Snake Style):
  
  
  Serpentine Evasion
  
  
  Medicine:
  
  
  Ailment Rectifying Method
  
  
  Wound-Mending Care Technique
  
  
  Flawless Diagnosis Technique
  
  
  Resistance:
  
  
  Ox Body
  
  
  Stealth:
  
  
  Easily-Overlooked Presence Method
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Essence: 1
  
  
  Personal Essence: 13
  
  
  Peripheral Essence: 29/33
  
  
  Limit Trigger: The Solar’s emotions lead him into a course of action that he regrets.
  
  
  
• Health Levels: -0, -0, -1, -1, -1, -2, -2, -2, -4, Inc
  
  
  Willpower: 7
  
  
  Soak: Natural 5 + Charms; Armored 10
  
  
  Hardness: 4
  
  
  Parry: 4
  
  
  Dodge: 4
  
  
  Resolve: 2
  
  
  Guile: 3
• [4 to add]
  
  
  

 

[riverzands]

Going for a Lara Croft/Indiana Jones with magic Kinda thing. Will slowly be picking up craft charms. My combat focus will be Righteous Devil Style. Name: Hunter Nillo-----------Age: 17----------Hair: Black----------Eyes: Honey Gold Caste: Twilight Concept: Sorcerer/Relic Hunter Anima: Surrounded by a storm of bright whirling essence that seem to uncover the veil between realms sowing the madding chaos of the deep wilds, the primal elements of the of the far reaching poles or the dark beauty of hell any reflection that is not of this world. Personality:


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Hunter Nillo

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Hunter was raised for the better part of his life in a monastery, he had always assumed that whoever his parents were; they wanted nothing to do with him.


He was born peculiar, some worshiped and revered his oddity and other's condemned it. The sisters and brothers of the monastery gave little credit to either. Maybe this was to not offend whatever or whoever was the source of his condition.


However the case Hunter had not notice the reverence or enmity, the sisters and brothers had sheltered him well. For eight years they had kept him hidden, not from the world but from all else that could warp a child's mind.


Hunter however was soon reaching an age where the confines of the temple would no longer be sufficient entertainment for a young boy; where the call of the outside world would be ever alluring. It was on one of these nights when he was around the age of eight that he slip out of the monastery into the world.


It was then Hunter had learned a hard truth, he was very different, but there were many things that were different in the world and being different didn't mean he needed to be shut away. So Hunter left the monastery to see a world beyond the temple walls.


Over the years Hunter has been many things but he is not your typical sorcerer, His learning did not come from years of study in a library or behind some desk with wax candles and dusty tombs. He learned and honed his craft in the thick of it.


From cloistered child, to street rat, to a number of odd job's; He had little choice in the matter. Lucky for him learning came easy. He found that people would pay a good deal for lost treasures and there where ton's of it just sitting around among the ancient ruins.


You just had to be smart, brave and skilled enough to get them. So that's what hunter did, he learned how to get them. Boning up on the knowledge of artifacts, the crafting of items and learned thaumaturgy all to add him. Before long people began seeking him out to retrieve lost wonders.


It was during one of these hunts when retrieving some old spell book that his team set off a trap. a demon of some sort sprung forth and begun to attack everyone. Somehow Hunter had ended up fending off the demon to allow the others to escape. He used every trick and trade that he had learned to keep the demon busy and for a short time it had worked but when it came time to save his life he was all out of tricks.


Hunter did not manage to avoid being unscathed throughout his distraction. In fact he was bleeding out. His death seemed imminent, that was until that dusty tomb fell open to a binding spell, he thought what the hell maybe he could improvise something quick. and the next thing he knew the demon was bound to him and his cast was shining.

Twilight

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Anima Effects:


• For five motes, the Twilight projects an aura of pure force, reflexively gaining five Hardness for one turn. At the bonfire/iconic level, this power activates itself automatically at no cost. This effect doesn’t stack with other magic that raises Hardness, but it can be used during Initiative Crash.


• For 10 motes, one Willpower, the Twilight’s anima flares blue and white and consumes her body over the course of the round. On her next turn, she vanishes into her anima and ceases to exist. If the Exalt moves or suffers knockdown before the action is completed, it fails and the effect is wasted. After using this power, the Twilight will not reappear until the following sunset. When she does, it will be at a place of power within 10 miles of her vanishing point, chosen by the Storyteller. She might appear at a temple, a demesne, a major crossroads, the door of a god’s sanctum, the precise center of a city, etc.


• For 10 motes, the Twilight may touch an Essence 1-3 elemental or a demon of the first circle, conjoining its Essence to her anima. Roll Intelligence + Occult against the creature’s Resolve. If successful, this creates a pact that changes the spirit into her familiar, allowing her to target it with applicable Survival Charms. In addition, the Twilight can reflexively summon the spirit instantly for three motes, drawing it through the Essence of the world to appear beside her. She may banish the creature again, reflexively, for free, returning it to the tides of Essence that suffuse Creation until needed. The Twilight may have up to (Essence) spirit familiars bound in this fashion at once.

Attributes

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Primary


Perception ●●● [3]


Intelligence ●●●●● [5]


Wits ●●● [3]


Secondary


Strength ●● [2]


Dexterity ●●●● [4]


Stamina ●●● [3]


Tertiary


Charisma ●● [2]


Manipulation ●● [2]


Appearance ●●● [3]


Caste Abilities: Craft, Integrity, Investigation, Lore, and Occult.


Favored Abilities: Awareness, Larceny, Brawl, Dodge, Survival


Supernal Ability: Occult

Abilities

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Archery ● [1]


Athletics ● [1]


Awareness ●● [2] (Sight)


Brawl ● [1]


Bureaucracy


Craft ●● [2] (Magic Items)


Dodge ●●● [3]


Integrity ●● [2]


Investigation ● [1]


Larceny ●● [2]


Linguistics ● [1]


Lore ●● [2]


Martial Arts ●●●● [4] (Gonna put something)


Medicine


Melee


Occult ●●●●● [5] (Battle Casting)


Performance


Presence


Resistance ● [1]


Ride


Sail ● [1]


Socialize


Stealth


Survival ●●● [3](Handling Animals)


Thrown


War


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[tab=Merits][/tab][tab=Merits]


Manse ●●●●● [5] Gain Demesne Merit (p. 160) and the Hearthstone Merit (p.161) at no cost with a manse 3 or 5


Martial Artist ●●●● [4]


Ambidextrous ● [1]


Cult ●●● [3]


Extra limbs ●●● [3] Arms


Subtlety ●● [2] For my Extra arms


Infernal Nobility ● [1]


Thaumaturgist. Exalted characters who take the Charm Terrestrial Circle Sorcery gain this Merit at no cost.


Charms in your Supernal Ability treat your Essence rating as 5 for the purpose of meeting the prerequisites to purchase and upgrade them.


Excellencies: Awareness, Brawl, Craft, Dodge, Integrity, Investigation, Larceny, Lore, Occult, Martial Arts,Resistance, Survival


Craft


1) Tireless Workhorse Method


Dodge


2) Read in the wind.


Resistance


3) Ox-Body Technique


Larceny


4) Seasoned Criminal Method. ------------ 5) Flawless Pick pocketing method


Occult


6) Terrestrial Circle Sorcery.---------------7) Ancient Tongue Understanding


8) Dark-Minder’s Observances. -----------9) Gloaming Eye Understanding


10) Spirit-Detecting Glance


Martial Arts


11) Cloud of Ebon Devils. ----------- 12) Kiss of the Sun Concentration


Survival


13) Friendship with Animals Approach


]

Spells

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14)Free


15) Summon Elemental


Cost: Ritual, 2wp--------------Keywords: None-------------Duration: Instant


Drawing and shaping Essence through one of the five elements, the sorcerer calls an elemental into being and binds it to her will. Casting this spell requires a ritual of four hours as the sorcerer channels Essence through icons of the element, draws up sigils of creation and binding, or communes with the appropriate Elemental Dragon. At the end of her ritual, she summons an elemental of up to Essence 3 into existence, creating it out of pure Essence rather than calling it from somewhere else. Once summoned, the elemental must be bound to the sorcerer’s will, as per Demon of the First Circle (p. 473), except that an elemental cannot break free—if the binding fails, the elemental simply disperses back into raw Essence, and the sorcerer doesn’t regain the Willpower spent on the spell. At the end of a bound elemental’s term of service or assigned task, it usually undergoes the same fate of dissipation, although elementals who have developed a fully-formed personality and identity may persist past the end of their binding at the Storyteller’s discretion. Summon Elemental can only be cast once per day.


16) Demon of the First Circle;


Cost: Ritual, 2wp----------------Keywords: None------------Duration: Instant


The sorcerer conjures one of the least monsters of the Demon Realm into Creation, breaking and binding it to her will. This spell requires a ritual that begins at sundown, and ends at the stroke of midnight. A faint green glow traces out a rift between Creation and Hell, and a First Circle Demon of the sorcerer’s choice is drawn forth, howling with rage, fear, or sorrow.


Demons summoned by this spell must be bound with an (Intelligence + Occult) roll against their Resolve. The sorcerer may choose to make the demon her personal slave for a year and a day, giving it a Defining Tie of


loyalty to her that cannot be weakened or altered by any means and setting its Resolve to 0 against any influence rolls she makes. Alternatively, she may assign it to complete a specific task—“Construct a tower using these plans,” “Murder Magistrate Yang,” “Dig a tunnel through this wall”—for as long as it takes to complete. Task-bound demons form a Defining Principle of “I must complete my task,” which is similarly impervious to tampering.


On a failed binding roll, the sorcerer is unable to bind the demon, and must make a (Wits + Occult) roll against a difficulty of the demon’s Willpower to banish it back to Hell. If she fails, then the demon is unleashed, unbound, into Creation—and is most likely very angry at her.

(Gonna take a crack at writing my own but this will do if my attempt sucks)

Shaping Ritual

Bargain with Mara
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You have met the demon Mara, the deer-footed creature of shadows who pursues lovers marked by dark destinies and feeds them stolen souls. You may have met her as she sojourned through Creation, or seen her lovely, wicked face in dreams—perhaps you even summoned her yourself


to make your bargain. Through cunning, charisma, or pleasing offerings, you have made a pact with her, taking the power of the Shadow Lover for your own.

Shaping Rituals

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Like Mara herself, the sorcerer draws power from those who love her. The Essence of their adoration is clay in her hands, taking form in her sorcery. Whenever she takes a shape sorcery action while within medium range of a character with an unrequited Tie of love (or a similar emotion) towards her, she may reap additional sorcerous motes equal to that Intimacy’s value (for example, four motes from a Defining Tie). Intimacies can only be tapped for motes in this fashion once per day, and the sorcerer cannot harvest power from love she reciprocates. Normally she may only drain one Intimacy to fuel the casting of a spell, but she may draw power from any available Intimacies when casting her control spell. She cannot draw more than ten sorcerous motes per scene with this ritual.


When the sorcerer seduces and sleeps with a willing mortal, she may choose to draw the soul out of his body, leaving it an inanimate husk that soon dies of deprivation. The extracted soul lingers invisibly around her, tethered to her by umbral chains. As a miscellaneous action, the sorcerer may offer up one of her bound souls to Mara in exchange for power once per scene, rolling (Essence + Willpower) and gaining that many sorcerous motes. She retains these motes until the end of the scene, and may spend them towards any spells she casts. Additionally, a bound soul may be reflexively expended in place of a point of Willpower when paying the cost of the sorcerer’s control spell. She cannot have more than (Essence + Occult) souls bound to her at one time.


The sorcerer draws power from shadow and darkness, weaving it into her spells. Whenever she begins a scene in darkness or shadow heavy enough to qualify as concealment for attempting stealth, she gains three sorcerous motes, which last until the end of the scene and can be spent towards any spells she casts. Additionally, whenever she takes a shape sorcery action to shape a spell while in stealth, she gains an additional sorcerous mote as long as the spell’s target is unaware of her. She also receives these benefits while under the night sky during the new moon or Calibration, even without being concealed.


Other Benefits


Infernal Nobility (Merit •): Demons recognize the sorcerer as one favored by Mara. First Circle demons are treated as having a Minor Tie of terrified awe towards her, while Second and Third Circle demons have a positive Minor Tie of respect, or some variation suited to their nature.


Demonic Tattoos: Mara has marked the sorcerer, taking one or more of her own souls and rendering it down into a midnight-black tattoo that spirals around her chakras. The sorcerer may unlock Evocations from these tattoos that allow her to manipulate or gain power from shadows or darkness, alter her control spell to incorporate elements of darkness and subversion, or manipulate or empower summoned demons, such as by turning them into living shadows.

General Traits
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Essence: ●


Personal Essence: 13


Peripheral Essence: 33


Limit Trigger:


Health Levels: -0, -1, -1, -2, -2, -4, INC


Willpower: ●●●●● 5


Withering Attack (Unarmed/): dice / dice


Withering Damage (Unarmed/): Threshold + [Overwhelming ] / Threshold + L[Overwhelming ]


Evasion:


Parry: (Unarmed) / ( )


Soak: Stamina 3 + Armor =


Hardness: None


Resolve:


Guile:

Intimacies

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Minor Tie:The Realm (Hate - negative)


Minor Tie: My Cult (Wary respect)


Major Tie: Familiars (Friendship and Affection)


Defining Principle: "The true measure of a man is what he does with power"

Equipment
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working on it

Bonus Points/XP Log
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Merits 11


Abilities 4[/tab]