Renaissance Living: A call for concepts.

I'm picturing a Changing Moon caste lunar who was tattooed beyond what some might call 'too late to save' and is there for distrusted among her own kind. Being pulled in multiple direction between the Silver Pact whom call on her when something must be done and those with experience are too valuable to risk, the machinations of her past incarnation, her obligations from her mortal life, and the instinctive defensive nature inherent to those chosen by the Silver Goddess, while she attempts to affirm her own identity and her place in creation.


Will get a larger back-story posted when I have time to write it.


Motivation: Prove that this wasn't all a mistake, that she deserved to by saved by her exaltation.


Theme song: The Language of Your Voice
 
Finally getting this in...


Pearce.


Charmed, really.


A peacock feather. A tailored suit. Manicured nails. The finest snuff in all of Nexus. Above all, a perfect smile. It feels good to look good. It looks better when you feel good. Even the gods understand; the only thing worth pursuing is the wondrous and delightful sensation known as pleasure. Whether it is the pleasure of decadent foods, or soft flesh, or the satisfaction of pride over one's creation, it matters little. Life is temporary; even the creators of existence had a beginning, and they can clearly have an end. All things crumble, all things are forgotten. One's pleasures are what matter; all else is illusion.


This is the philosophy of Hunter Adelstad Pearce; scholar, playwright, hedonist, and Chosen of the Sun.


Wealth and luxury accompanied Pearce's birth. That is all that needs to be said of his childhood. He learned and studied when he came of age, following his interests over any practical pursuit. For a time, he considered becoming a priest; the path held much appeal for one who enjoyed the concepts and rituals of devotion. In the end, though, Pearce found himself walking the path of the artist, too much of an individual to bind himself to such a thing as priestly orders.


There are those in the world that take umbrage with artists. Painters, sculptors, purveyors of the written word... The form matters little, so long as the message they give is not under their control. An artist exists alone in the darkness of the world, very much aware of the cold and of the light on the horizon; seeing the world for what it is, for what it isn't, and for what it could be. For those who seek to unify the vision of the world, to force others to kneel before them in submission, such a thing is dangerous.


Pearce doesn't say where he grew up; just that it burned to the ground. It's a truth, if not fact. Anything that defined the place went up in flames long ago, when the tolerant magistrate died of old age and was replaced by his newly Exalted Fire-Aspected nephew, who resolved to destroy what he saw as unrighteousness and sin. The masses supported their new leader under his supposed divine right to rule, and Pearce watched as books, paintings, and other improper art was fed to the flames; each as surely a murder as those slain in violent crackdowns to stamp out vice. Unable to abide such atrocities, Pearce took up arms in the only way he knew how.


It is a subtle thing to kill someone's reputation; all it really takes is painting someone as they actually are. Give people an excuse to laugh by wrapping up such a serious thing in comedy and they'll acknowledge it without batting an eyelash. When Pearce's first play, The Gallows Saint, appeared on the stage, it was an instant success. Questioning the nature of morality, it was a testing dagger, swung right in the face of the pious citizens that supported the new regime. He followed it successively, subjecting the taboos of the powerful to ridicule, all the while never being too incautious to directly address them. When the time came for the final blow, he had set a nail so steadily into place that few had noticed.


The final blow came not at a time of Pearce's choosing, but of the Little Prince's (as Pearce took to calling him). Ramsey, an actor in Pearce's employ (and, some believed, his lover), was arrested for sedition and scheduled for the pyre. Though Pearce had felt the crimes against art deeply, he could wait no longer to deal the hammer-blow. He wrote an impassioned piece, begging for the people to take action, and, when the time came, the people were ready. At the head of the charge, Pearce led a mob upon the prison, where the Little Prince was waiting. Trained in little more than stage-fighting, it seemed like the battle would be one-sided, but the favour of the Unconquered Sun decided the day.


When the haze cleared from his mind, Pearce stood victorious over the body of the Little Prince. In an eye-blink, however, his rebirth in such a public fashion had undone all his hard work. The people fled, as he too was forced to do, and the city fell to the flame once more. It is a wound in Pearce's mind that has still not healed.


In the time since then, Pearce has followed the vision he experienced on the day of his Second Breath; a brief, perfect ideal of the world as it could be, instead of as it is. He writes whatever strikes his fancy, telling tales that artistically expose the world to itself in all its naked ugliness, and then laughs at it. Where he goes, he leaves behind a frequently more self-aware audience, less content to sit idly in the station to which they were born. Since his arrival in Nexus, he has been particularly focused on writing on the lives of the rich and the poor...


Concept: Oscar Wilde the Zenith.


Motivation: Free the Scavenger Lands from tyranny.
 
I figured that I should add something for Pearce's musical inspiration.


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This felt extremely appropriate.
 
I'm working on a Changing Moon caste Lunar called Nomenia. She's a thief and a master of disguise and infiltration as well as a highly capable martial artist who's close to attaining mastery of Crystal Chameleon style. She's just finished a lengthy apprenticeship to an Elder Lunar and is currently looking for somewhere to set up shop and begin a Thousand Streams River project. I've got her stats mostly worked out, I'm still working on her backstory. Her totem is a lynx, but the following song is still pretty appropriate...


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Also, if anyone's looking for a Lunar mate, I'd be interested, and I haven't assigned her backgrounds yet, so we can talk about that.


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Forgot to post this over here


Name: Emerald Shadow, Voice on the Wind, Masked Sage of Adorjan


Caste: Scourge


Urge: <as appropriate>


Coadjutor: Demjen


Motivation: Make people happy


Intimacies: Creation (Love), Adorjan (Empathy), Freedom (Ultimate Ideal), Firewander District (Mission/Needs cleaning up), -Gammest Hall the usurper (Hate)


Concept: Information broker, he'd be a double agent against the Yozi if there was anyone to double agent to that wouldn't kill him. As is he tries to use the powers of his exaltation to help people, albeit with an unconventional spin thanks to the Yozi.

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(and yeah, I'll make sure he can sing at least somewhat I promise :P )


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How many Infernals are we going to have in this mixup? Wow.
 
For my lunar bond I think Tableface's solar is the one with the most Dramatic Units of plot tention.
 
So I was typing my character's backstory up fully, and halfway through my browser closed itself. Please excuse me while I try to punch through the nearest wall - character backstory'll be up tomorrow.
 
That's why I'm doing mine in a word document... that and spell check being my friend... about how many pages is too much?
 
How do play by post usually work on this board... I can't seem to find a dice roller.
 
I go to invisiblecastle.com. They have a good roller there.
 
Sherwood said:
I go to invisiblecastle.com. They have a good roller there.
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Our built in dice are functional, you can roll them in posts but were just doing some last minute testing.
 
That's good... is there going to be a function that would allow me to post something that could only be read by a select individual, group, or everyone excluding a group or individual, such as a under the table negotiation, or conversation behind closed doors?
 
vinom said:
That's good... is there going to be a function that would allow me to post something that could only be read by a select individual, group, or everyone excluding a group or individual, such as a under the table negotiation, or conversation behind closed doors?
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I'm not sure. Couldn't you use the conversation system for that?


I could try taking a look though.
 
Maybe, but the idea of having a roleplay game splinter off into hundreds of conversation seems very hectic.
 
Chatting with him on AIM, he's just in a lot of things. Fortunately, he'll be forum-requesting soon.
 
In that case I guess I better finish up my character back story in the next couple of days so I can be ready to post it up once the forum is created. I'd been putting off finishing it in favor of other things since nothing much seemed to be happening in this adventure.


Would anyone else playing an Infernal care to collaborate to tie into our back stories how we might know each other or does everyone want to be complete strangers at the start?
 
I like the idea of 'who is an anathema?' the political cloak and dagger game as a potential opener.
 
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