@Unbridled Originality
I saw that you closed this before I posted. I wish you the best and hope this is a great game.
I saw that you closed this before I posted. I wish you the best and hope this is a great game.
The Unstealable Jewel (Exalted)
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Unbridled Originality
Stole your Sweetroll
Actually, I meant I was closing voting. You can still go ahead and submit a character.
hellrazoromega
Department of Redundancy Department.
Ditto.--Glad it still seems open. Must work on a concept.Arynne said:
Unbridled Originality
Stole your Sweetroll
Well, like I said, this isn't first-come-first-served.
SephirothSage
Eldritch Abomination
OKAY! Sorry, Just got back from Grad Practice- I see the Jewel one! So- how are you with the idea of me as a Renegade Either Infernal Seeking Ascension, or Abyssal Seeking Good Times?
Silent Wayfarer
This is my spirit animal
[QUOTE="Unbridled Originality]Yeah, crafts will be houseruled. Will post full houserules once I'm off work.
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Lord-Leafar
Two Thousand Club
I'm gonna recycle a character concept from an old 1st Ed game, hopefully it will be fitting for a Creation Ruling Mandate game:
Arjun Sahlak
Eclipse Caste
Born into the Sahlak nobles of Gem, Arjun was raised amongst brothels in the hopes he would carry on the family business when he came of age. Unfortunately for his parents, despite his wit and charisma, he lacked the necessary ambition to take over the family trade. He was content with his current lot in life, wasting his talents on mundane goals like women, gambling and drinking.
For the most part, Arjun was satisfied with a simple life, but eventually even he had to admit that he was on his way to reach a precariously dull existence. Motivated by boredom, Arjun found the spark that would feed his need of excitement in life in the form of illegal trade. He started small, with a few goods that were not too hard to acquire and which would be fairly easy to sell without drawing too much attention, but like many other vices, the adrenaline and thrill he experience at the risk of being caught was too seductive to ignore, and slowly but surely he got himself involved into the most dangerous activity one could try at Gem, stealing from the Despot itself.
He succeeded at first on a small scale, being cautious and subtle enough that his first sales and transactions where made without any problems, but he could not stop just there, he started to form an idea, a goal, that apathy of his was slowly replaced by greed and a driving ambition, he needed to become more powerful that the Despot itself.
Unfortunately, wether it was carelessness from his part, or simply underestimating the enemies he had set himself against, his illegal trade was found and cut short in the most direct and violent way. With guards crashing through his secret operations and apprehending his contacts and buyers, Arjun found himself trapped with no exit in sight. When all seemed lost, the light of Sol Invictus reached Arjun and gave him the power he needed to escape.
Despite the mistakes he had made that led to the ruin of his illegal business, Arjun had been careful to hide his identity and cover his tracks well enough to stay off the Despot's radar. Now with the power of the Unconquered Sun, he not only intends to correct his previous mistakes and surpass his previous success, but rather expand his goals beyond Gem, after all, what would life be without a little bit of challenge and excitement?
Eclipse Caste
Born into the Sahlak nobles of Gem, Arjun was raised amongst brothels in the hopes he would carry on the family business when he came of age. Unfortunately for his parents, despite his wit and charisma, he lacked the necessary ambition to take over the family trade. He was content with his current lot in life, wasting his talents on mundane goals like women, gambling and drinking.
For the most part, Arjun was satisfied with a simple life, but eventually even he had to admit that he was on his way to reach a precariously dull existence. Motivated by boredom, Arjun found the spark that would feed his need of excitement in life in the form of illegal trade. He started small, with a few goods that were not too hard to acquire and which would be fairly easy to sell without drawing too much attention, but like many other vices, the adrenaline and thrill he experience at the risk of being caught was too seductive to ignore, and slowly but surely he got himself involved into the most dangerous activity one could try at Gem, stealing from the Despot itself.
He succeeded at first on a small scale, being cautious and subtle enough that his first sales and transactions where made without any problems, but he could not stop just there, he started to form an idea, a goal, that apathy of his was slowly replaced by greed and a driving ambition, he needed to become more powerful that the Despot itself.
Unfortunately, wether it was carelessness from his part, or simply underestimating the enemies he had set himself against, his illegal trade was found and cut short in the most direct and violent way. With guards crashing through his secret operations and apprehending his contacts and buyers, Arjun found himself trapped with no exit in sight. When all seemed lost, the light of Sol Invictus reached Arjun and gave him the power he needed to escape.
Despite the mistakes he had made that led to the ruin of his illegal business, Arjun had been careful to hide his identity and cover his tracks well enough to stay off the Despot's radar. Now with the power of the Unconquered Sun, he not only intends to correct his previous mistakes and surpass his previous success, but rather expand his goals beyond Gem, after all, what would life be without a little bit of challenge and excitement?
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hellrazoromega
Department of Redundancy Department.
I have a idea for an old character of mine re-tasked as a Chosen of Secrets. The story may be of a past life but sums up who the character is. Obviously this version of her would have to have a cover with Acquaintances 5 for it to work. I tried to make the references a generic as i could not knowing the setting, so the minutia can be changed if needed.
The spires of the city jutted into the night sky like mighty silhouetted stalagmites against the starlight sky. Miraisha Vin Kasim grimaced as she approached the city, as ever of late the roads were choked with refuges. Masses of people, widows, orphans, the displaced and the dispossessed all seeking refuge within the cities already bursting walls. Pushing past an enormously overladen wagon, with her familiar, Blood, in tow Miraisha headed up the steps to the city gates. With a nod to the guards she headed into the city proper her eyes scanning the scene with a quick saccade Miraisha took in the scene around her before heading on, her keen mind taking everything in.
Before she could take more than a few steps a small shape broke out of the crowd and raced toward her. A young girl of eight or nine summers in tattered rags that may have once passed for a pretty but simple dress, wove in between the throng with the unintentional practiced ease of being kicked and stepped on one time too many. Her tangled once-blonde hair bobbed on her head and hid a beautiful face that could stand a bath, or several. As she ran up to Miraisha with both arms outstretched and latched on to her leg.
Miss-isha, Miss-isha,” the child cried with glee as she snuggled against the older woman.
Mira looked down and felt a pang in her stomach, her children used to do that. But that was so long ago, in another life in fact and her family was long gone. She let the girl hold her leg a few moments more allowing herself a few brief moments of remembrance before gently pulling her off and kneeling down beside her.
“Let me see, “Mira smiled “Vensena isn’t it?”
Instantly Vensena brightened up even more, that this dark woman who was so kind—so like her mother remembered her name, made her brim with joy. But the thought of her mother made her pause a second and almost well up---no, no she would not let Miss-isha see her cry.
“Um ---well ---umm ---Miss-isha ---I---er, we did like you said we watched that man. Me and Cas and Jenn, and Finn and even Rell. We watched him but good, and we didn’t do nuthin’ dangerous, just like you said. And, well he comes and goes-- always just after midnight but he comes back with a big leather pouch and then he goes out again the next night.” Vensena stopped, breathless from her fast paced report, as she absently began to stoke Blood’s fur. The large great cat groaned pleasantly and tried his best to lick the child clean.
Miraisha smiled at the child and felt a stab of guilt at using these children as she did, but these were desperate times. She had failed her own children, but she would not fail these, not again. Fate would not take “her” children away again. No, these little ones who everyone else saw as simple urchins were able to move about the city unseen, go almost anywhere and most people made a conscious effort not to see them. They provided her with valuable eyes and ears throughout the city, but there were so many---how many now? A hundred perhaps more--- so many. And more came every day as they heard of the generous Miss-isha. She could only thank the fates that wealth was easy to come by for her.
Several innkeepers around the city had been well paid to allow the children to sleep in their basements and provide them with food if nothing else. At first a few of the innkeepers had tried to cheat the children but a few nighttime visits had put an end to that. Once word had spread that to abuse or cheat the dispossessed children of the city would earn you a visit from a dark woman who was obviously an enforcer for some anonymous noble, that practice stopped. It was considered best not to come up missing and ear or some other vital bit.
Of course try as she might the city still held other dangers, sometimes one of the children would vanish, but that too had diminished. It had also become well known that those that preyed on children in the city met with horrible violent ends, something the overtaxed city watch was all too happy to overlook.
With a sigh Miraisha looked down at the child before her with a matronly grin and pressed a bag fat with coin into her hands. Almost as soon as she touched it the pouch was hidden away in the folds of her dress. No, these children she would not –could not-- fail.
“You all did well Vensena, I’m proud of you, now take that coin and give it to that roly-poly little innkeeper Karas and tell him you are all supposed to have some meat tonight. Tell him I know that he has a secret pen of fat little pigs—so no cheating, or he’ll have another visit,” She reached up a tousled the girls hair” and tell him you’re to all have a bath----or two.”
“Aww---but Miss-isha----,” Vensena began but stopped as she got that look her mother used to give her, that secret look that only mothers knew.
“No buts, little one”
“Um –OK Miss-isha but can I stop and get a sweet roll?,” Mira gave her a mock look of motherly disappointment but quickly broke into a smile.
Oh I suppose,’” she laughed.
With that the child darted of into the crowd; with a quick motion Miraisha gave Blood a quick signal and the huge great cat darted after the girl. He would serve to make sure that she arrived safely with the coin and that Karas would know exactly where the coin had come from. The greedy little man would probably not get much sleep tonight as he lay awake recalling his last encounter with the black great cat and his Mistress.
With one last look Miraisha turned to headed deeper into the city, there was work to be done.
The little press of simple quarters near the city wall had turned into a dilapidated ghetto years ago, crime had risen and the streets had become dangerous to walk at night. Not that that stopped anyone from going about the business of hustling and whore-mongering. But even the most hardened criminals gave a wide berth to the swarthy woman of small stature and the huge great cat at her side, who strolled with confidence down the street. She looked too determined and a bit too well armed to be prey. That and rumors were that there was a dark-skinned woman who controlled an ever growing network of spies and assassins, some of whom had gain fearsome reputations in their own right, served to give pause. If this was the woman that those men and women followed it was best to go back to ones cups rather than risk an untimely demise.
In utter silence Miraisha signaled her faithful pet, into the alley behind one of the buildings. Then hugging the shadows she made a swift ascent to the second level ledge and gained entrance through a window before making her way back to the ground level. Once there she opened the rear door and admitted Blood into the room. Being his usual self, the beast wandered into the larder and stuck his nose inside to see what he could help himself too.
Miraisha quietly moved over to a corner and settled into a chair, closing her eyes to listen in the darkness; the only sound in the room was a soft contented purring from the larder and her own rhythmic breathing.
It was almost an hour later when the door swung open and a man entered, he laid a large leather satchel on the table by the door and unbuckled a sword belt and laid the weapon on top of the satchel. He then moved over to light a lamp a bit further from the door, when a soft growl came out of the darkness.
“Hello, who’s there?” the man said and he spun lightning quick to reach for his sword. His hand was almost to the hilt when an arrow sprouted from his wrist pinning it to the table.
Miraisha’s voice was cold as she spoke. “That’s quite rude friend I come over for a visit and you go for a weapon? Whatever happened to hospitality?”
Moving with a nonchalant grace Mira lit the lamp the man had been reaching for and illuminated the room. She studied his pained face and watched as he started to reach for a dagger in his boot with his free hand only to find and angry great cat at his side. With a slight start he thought better of it and stood as straight as his pinned wrist would allow.
“If that is how it’s to be-- then kill me wench,” he growled, but his false bravado was evident---if you knew what to listen for.
“My friend, if I wanted you dead then the arrow would not have hit you in the wrist.” Mira said
With a quick look at the satchel the man looked back to her. “Y-You can’t steal from them, that’s insane.”
“Perhaps it is, but that pouch of yours is not what I seek. No my friend I have another offer for you.
You see I know your name is Cevin Ranis, I know that you were once a soldier, a Lancer with the 23rd. I know that you have a family; a wife Karin, and 5 children from little Mele—with her golden hair-- to the oldest Jack. You had left soldiery and were working a little farm not far from here until recently.”
With the mention of his family Mira watched the color drain from his face, she could imagine what he was thinking, how could she know everything? Things he had taken great pains to hide. Shifting her voice from hard and cold to honeyed and caring, she went on.
“Do not fear Cevin Ranis, for I also know that you are not and evil man, just a desperate one. A man trying to save his family from the mad house the world has become. You have been acting as a courier for the local cartel in order to make enough money to move your family away.”
Cevin studied the woman before him and was indeed thinking about how she had come across all the information she had confronted him with, oh gods he thought not my family.
Miraisha studied him a moment before she continued. “Your family will come to no harm from my doing and if you work for me you may will able to sprit them away. I know you have been transferring money and information through your brother, Marek, the banker for the cartel on behalf of their mining operations in the to the west. I would like for you to carry some altered documents on your next shipment, these documents will redirect some of the vast wealth from the region to areas of my choosing. The amounts will be a pittance in comparison to the overall operations, but they will fund certain ---project I have interest in. In return you will receive a small portion of the redirected funds---.” Miraisha paused again and watched the man’s eyes boggle at the amount she named. Then she saw something else in his eyes—hope.
With a motherly smile she stepped forward and pulled the unbarbed arrow from the table and his wrist with one smooth twist. Stepping back slowly she studied the man’s face carefully.
Cevin slowly picked up him wrist and studied it--a clean wound nothing vital; and cautiously pulled out a handkerchief to wrap it in. He looked over the woman before him and pondered his situation. He had foolishly offered to work for the cartel so that he could earn enough to move him family away from this place. But the they offered little money, no hope, and the ever present fear that one of his daughters might be carted away to some unknown fate. But this woman offered him a chance to get his entire family out of this mess intact.
Mira let Cevin pour over the information she had given him a bit before she went on. “Do this for me for three months and I will double the amount, and you can take your family anywhere in the world you wish. What I an offering you is a chance to save your children,” With that her eyes grew hard and cold as steel, “and that is what you will do, Cevin Ranis, save those children.”
Mira stepped back and waited for his answer, she had no idea if there was any place safe left in the world. But a man had a right, no an obligation, to save his family. Silently she returned her arrow to its quiver and waited.
After several minutes of silence Cevin Ranis looked her in the eye with a renewed fire, “What do you want me to do?”
Before she could take more than a few steps a small shape broke out of the crowd and raced toward her. A young girl of eight or nine summers in tattered rags that may have once passed for a pretty but simple dress, wove in between the throng with the unintentional practiced ease of being kicked and stepped on one time too many. Her tangled once-blonde hair bobbed on her head and hid a beautiful face that could stand a bath, or several. As she ran up to Miraisha with both arms outstretched and latched on to her leg.
Miss-isha, Miss-isha,” the child cried with glee as she snuggled against the older woman.
Mira looked down and felt a pang in her stomach, her children used to do that. But that was so long ago, in another life in fact and her family was long gone. She let the girl hold her leg a few moments more allowing herself a few brief moments of remembrance before gently pulling her off and kneeling down beside her.
“Let me see, “Mira smiled “Vensena isn’t it?”
Instantly Vensena brightened up even more, that this dark woman who was so kind—so like her mother remembered her name, made her brim with joy. But the thought of her mother made her pause a second and almost well up---no, no she would not let Miss-isha see her cry.
“Um ---well ---umm ---Miss-isha ---I---er, we did like you said we watched that man. Me and Cas and Jenn, and Finn and even Rell. We watched him but good, and we didn’t do nuthin’ dangerous, just like you said. And, well he comes and goes-- always just after midnight but he comes back with a big leather pouch and then he goes out again the next night.” Vensena stopped, breathless from her fast paced report, as she absently began to stoke Blood’s fur. The large great cat groaned pleasantly and tried his best to lick the child clean.
Miraisha smiled at the child and felt a stab of guilt at using these children as she did, but these were desperate times. She had failed her own children, but she would not fail these, not again. Fate would not take “her” children away again. No, these little ones who everyone else saw as simple urchins were able to move about the city unseen, go almost anywhere and most people made a conscious effort not to see them. They provided her with valuable eyes and ears throughout the city, but there were so many---how many now? A hundred perhaps more--- so many. And more came every day as they heard of the generous Miss-isha. She could only thank the fates that wealth was easy to come by for her.
Several innkeepers around the city had been well paid to allow the children to sleep in their basements and provide them with food if nothing else. At first a few of the innkeepers had tried to cheat the children but a few nighttime visits had put an end to that. Once word had spread that to abuse or cheat the dispossessed children of the city would earn you a visit from a dark woman who was obviously an enforcer for some anonymous noble, that practice stopped. It was considered best not to come up missing and ear or some other vital bit.
Of course try as she might the city still held other dangers, sometimes one of the children would vanish, but that too had diminished. It had also become well known that those that preyed on children in the city met with horrible violent ends, something the overtaxed city watch was all too happy to overlook.
With a sigh Miraisha looked down at the child before her with a matronly grin and pressed a bag fat with coin into her hands. Almost as soon as she touched it the pouch was hidden away in the folds of her dress. No, these children she would not –could not-- fail.
“You all did well Vensena, I’m proud of you, now take that coin and give it to that roly-poly little innkeeper Karas and tell him you are all supposed to have some meat tonight. Tell him I know that he has a secret pen of fat little pigs—so no cheating, or he’ll have another visit,” She reached up a tousled the girls hair” and tell him you’re to all have a bath----or two.”
“Aww---but Miss-isha----,” Vensena began but stopped as she got that look her mother used to give her, that secret look that only mothers knew.
“No buts, little one”
“Um –OK Miss-isha but can I stop and get a sweet roll?,” Mira gave her a mock look of motherly disappointment but quickly broke into a smile.
Oh I suppose,’” she laughed.
With that the child darted of into the crowd; with a quick motion Miraisha gave Blood a quick signal and the huge great cat darted after the girl. He would serve to make sure that she arrived safely with the coin and that Karas would know exactly where the coin had come from. The greedy little man would probably not get much sleep tonight as he lay awake recalling his last encounter with the black great cat and his Mistress.
With one last look Miraisha turned to headed deeper into the city, there was work to be done.
The little press of simple quarters near the city wall had turned into a dilapidated ghetto years ago, crime had risen and the streets had become dangerous to walk at night. Not that that stopped anyone from going about the business of hustling and whore-mongering. But even the most hardened criminals gave a wide berth to the swarthy woman of small stature and the huge great cat at her side, who strolled with confidence down the street. She looked too determined and a bit too well armed to be prey. That and rumors were that there was a dark-skinned woman who controlled an ever growing network of spies and assassins, some of whom had gain fearsome reputations in their own right, served to give pause. If this was the woman that those men and women followed it was best to go back to ones cups rather than risk an untimely demise.
In utter silence Miraisha signaled her faithful pet, into the alley behind one of the buildings. Then hugging the shadows she made a swift ascent to the second level ledge and gained entrance through a window before making her way back to the ground level. Once there she opened the rear door and admitted Blood into the room. Being his usual self, the beast wandered into the larder and stuck his nose inside to see what he could help himself too.
Miraisha quietly moved over to a corner and settled into a chair, closing her eyes to listen in the darkness; the only sound in the room was a soft contented purring from the larder and her own rhythmic breathing.
It was almost an hour later when the door swung open and a man entered, he laid a large leather satchel on the table by the door and unbuckled a sword belt and laid the weapon on top of the satchel. He then moved over to light a lamp a bit further from the door, when a soft growl came out of the darkness.
“Hello, who’s there?” the man said and he spun lightning quick to reach for his sword. His hand was almost to the hilt when an arrow sprouted from his wrist pinning it to the table.
Miraisha’s voice was cold as she spoke. “That’s quite rude friend I come over for a visit and you go for a weapon? Whatever happened to hospitality?”
Moving with a nonchalant grace Mira lit the lamp the man had been reaching for and illuminated the room. She studied his pained face and watched as he started to reach for a dagger in his boot with his free hand only to find and angry great cat at his side. With a slight start he thought better of it and stood as straight as his pinned wrist would allow.
“If that is how it’s to be-- then kill me wench,” he growled, but his false bravado was evident---if you knew what to listen for.
“My friend, if I wanted you dead then the arrow would not have hit you in the wrist.” Mira said
With a quick look at the satchel the man looked back to her. “Y-You can’t steal from them, that’s insane.”
“Perhaps it is, but that pouch of yours is not what I seek. No my friend I have another offer for you.
You see I know your name is Cevin Ranis, I know that you were once a soldier, a Lancer with the 23rd. I know that you have a family; a wife Karin, and 5 children from little Mele—with her golden hair-- to the oldest Jack. You had left soldiery and were working a little farm not far from here until recently.”
With the mention of his family Mira watched the color drain from his face, she could imagine what he was thinking, how could she know everything? Things he had taken great pains to hide. Shifting her voice from hard and cold to honeyed and caring, she went on.
“Do not fear Cevin Ranis, for I also know that you are not and evil man, just a desperate one. A man trying to save his family from the mad house the world has become. You have been acting as a courier for the local cartel in order to make enough money to move your family away.”
Cevin studied the woman before him and was indeed thinking about how she had come across all the information she had confronted him with, oh gods he thought not my family.
Miraisha studied him a moment before she continued. “Your family will come to no harm from my doing and if you work for me you may will able to sprit them away. I know you have been transferring money and information through your brother, Marek, the banker for the cartel on behalf of their mining operations in the to the west. I would like for you to carry some altered documents on your next shipment, these documents will redirect some of the vast wealth from the region to areas of my choosing. The amounts will be a pittance in comparison to the overall operations, but they will fund certain ---project I have interest in. In return you will receive a small portion of the redirected funds---.” Miraisha paused again and watched the man’s eyes boggle at the amount she named. Then she saw something else in his eyes—hope.
With a motherly smile she stepped forward and pulled the unbarbed arrow from the table and his wrist with one smooth twist. Stepping back slowly she studied the man’s face carefully.
Cevin slowly picked up him wrist and studied it--a clean wound nothing vital; and cautiously pulled out a handkerchief to wrap it in. He looked over the woman before him and pondered his situation. He had foolishly offered to work for the cartel so that he could earn enough to move him family away from this place. But the they offered little money, no hope, and the ever present fear that one of his daughters might be carted away to some unknown fate. But this woman offered him a chance to get his entire family out of this mess intact.
Mira let Cevin pour over the information she had given him a bit before she went on. “Do this for me for three months and I will double the amount, and you can take your family anywhere in the world you wish. What I an offering you is a chance to save your children,” With that her eyes grew hard and cold as steel, “and that is what you will do, Cevin Ranis, save those children.”
Mira stepped back and waited for his answer, she had no idea if there was any place safe left in the world. But a man had a right, no an obligation, to save his family. Silently she returned her arrow to its quiver and waited.
After several minutes of silence Cevin Ranis looked her in the eye with a renewed fire, “What do you want me to do?”
Unbridled Originality
Stole your Sweetroll
I'm loving all of these characters. This is gonna be a hard choice.
SephirothSage
Eldritch Abomination
Seeing how many people are so interested, I think I'll back out here.
Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Its simple. You pick me to play, then the rest is cake.
Unbridled Originality
Stole your Sweetroll
Houserules are up.
Esbilon
Seven Thousand Club
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And looking good, I must say
I think I'll let Suhiko as she is now be my entry. I'll expand on her background to incorporate other players if I'm picked and retool her for this lower powerlevel.
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And looking good, I must say
I think I'll let Suhiko as she is now be my entry. I'll expand on her background to incorporate other players if I'm picked and retool her for this lower powerlevel.
Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
My only gripe is that Sidereals have the worst Ox-Body of all. Sure, the extra -0 level is great, but compare that to the Lunar next to you with their 4 extra -2 levels and it makes me want to cry.
Red Shadow Claws
Six Thousand Club
If not for my current situation I would have applied for this game. Would have been nice to see the other side of CRM. But then again, I probably would have tried to resurrect a character I used to play, an Eclipse Merchant.
Unbridled Originality
Stole your Sweetroll
Nothing wrong with character resurrection. I hope your situation improves soon, Red; I'll keep your family in my thoughts.
Red Shadow Claws
Six Thousand Club
Thanks. My father was admitted to the hospital, and will remain there for now. He felt a bit better this evening. I will try to get some work done on my game proposal as I can.
Red Shadow Claws
Six Thousand Club
Just to throw it out there...
Cynis is a name that many people, even within the Realm despise. They are considered by many, including the Immaculate Order, as scoundrels, harlots, and representing the worst a Dragon-Blooded can be. And while many of it's Dragon-Blooded, and some of the patricians seem to revel and exploit this to their benefit, some shy away from it.
Cynis Ceral had the misfortune to be to born to one of the luminaries of the House, and as such, even though he never Exalted, was a prime catch for an arranged marriage, which is what eventually happened. He was married off to Cynis Bara Kei, a Wood Aspect Dragon Blooded who delighted in inflicting cruel punishments on him for minor infractions, according to her ever changing rules. She tried to break him from his habits of trying to make sure both sides benefit from a deal, with little success. Luckily, his skill has earned him some measure of leverage, and so the House didn't let her go too far.
On one journey, he was sent to Nexus to negotiate a deal with the Guild, and in the middle of the negotiations, after driving a deal that would be lucrative for both sides, he Exalted as an Eclipse. His former guards tried to kill him, and the Guild Heirarch tried to proclaim the deal void, but Heaven has already graced the deal. He barely managed to escape from that place, and in fact, since he was finishing negotiations, the mysterious Emissary appeared, and killed his guards with a wave of his hand. Ceral fled the scene, and gathering what meager funds he had, set out on a road to try and make the world a better place, were trade isn't used just to subjugate others. On the road he decided to shed his former name, and has taken on the name Gracious Word.
When word reached him of a lost city, he journeyed there. Opportunities arise in such places, and where there's opportunities, there's trade and deals to be made.
Cynis Ceral had the misfortune to be to born to one of the luminaries of the House, and as such, even though he never Exalted, was a prime catch for an arranged marriage, which is what eventually happened. He was married off to Cynis Bara Kei, a Wood Aspect Dragon Blooded who delighted in inflicting cruel punishments on him for minor infractions, according to her ever changing rules. She tried to break him from his habits of trying to make sure both sides benefit from a deal, with little success. Luckily, his skill has earned him some measure of leverage, and so the House didn't let her go too far.
On one journey, he was sent to Nexus to negotiate a deal with the Guild, and in the middle of the negotiations, after driving a deal that would be lucrative for both sides, he Exalted as an Eclipse. His former guards tried to kill him, and the Guild Heirarch tried to proclaim the deal void, but Heaven has already graced the deal. He barely managed to escape from that place, and in fact, since he was finishing negotiations, the mysterious Emissary appeared, and killed his guards with a wave of his hand. Ceral fled the scene, and gathering what meager funds he had, set out on a road to try and make the world a better place, were trade isn't used just to subjugate others. On the road he decided to shed his former name, and has taken on the name Gracious Word.
When word reached him of a lost city, he journeyed there. Opportunities arise in such places, and where there's opportunities, there's trade and deals to be made.
There are somethings you'll never forget. Your first kiss, holding your child for the first time... but for me, the only thing I know I'll never forget is the wet ripping snap, the sound of my left arm being torn off by that darkbrood. After that moment, I knew I was dead... blood was geysering out of a open wound at a rate far beyond my body's ability to replenish. I was dead... I knew I was dead. No one, mortal or jadeborn, in the squad had any more then basic medical training, and I was easily beyond that now. My skin grew pale... I had a hard time thinking with so little blood getting to my brain... my vision tunneled on the indigo skinned brute still holding my arm. I could have just collapse, given in to death... but something deep inside me just wouldn't allow that. I lunged forward. There was a look of surprise on the brute's face as I ripped my own arm out of his grip... it remained as I wielded my arm like a club and broke his neck. I was then enveloped in a golden fire... and it burned the brute's minions out of the tunnel.
Unbridled Originality
Stole your Sweetroll
So these are the potentials we have so far;
@Lord-Leafar - Eclipse Merchant - Arjun Sahlak
@Arynne - Twilight Warstrider Pilot or Twilight Iron (wo)Man - Ash or Talya
@Sherwood - Chosen of Endings - O-Ren
@Silent Wayfarer - Twilight Caste Airship Tech - Alia Naijishi
@Esbilon - Dawn Caste Dick-Kicker - V’neef Suhiko
That's, uh, that's a lot of overlap. Any chance I could convince a few of the Twilights to switch castes/exalt types?
@Lord-Leafar - Eclipse Merchant - Arjun Sahlak
@Arynne - Twilight Warstrider Pilot or Twilight Iron (wo)Man - Ash or Talya
@Sherwood - Chosen of Endings - O-Ren
@Silent Wayfarer - Twilight Caste Airship Tech - Alia Naijishi
@Esbilon - Dawn Caste Dick-Kicker - V’neef Suhiko
That's, uh, that's a lot of overlap. Any chance I could convince a few of the Twilights to switch castes/exalt types?
SephirothSage
Eldritch Abomination
Ugnar, son of the Chieftan Eitrig, of the Northern tribals, was not a stupid man, or an unwise one. Nor, was he a bad one- arrogant, perhaps. Certainly, he reveled in his great physical prowess, and position as the likely next chieftan. And perhaps he enjoyed, too much, the ritual battles of his people. None of this mattered- he was strong, and he was wiser than many- his thoughts ran deeply, if slowly, and he saw more than some, less than others. He was not the most handsome of men, save perhaps to those that judge by the number of scars one bears, and the size of their muscles- but he had a way about him, at times, that made his people willing to follow. But- he was also prone to anger- and though he might have been called wise, he was no true intelect. He knew little save what he had been told by his father, and the tribes shaman. He knew how to fight, how to hunt, how to lead in battle- yes. He did not know, when the time came, however, how to deal with other tribes.... And when his time to lead came, this was his downfall.
His Clan ran into another of the Ice-Walker clans on the frozen rims, one year- an old Rival Clan. Eitrig was old, and ailing- and so he decided to entrust his son, with the decision of how to deal with this group- thinking it a test the boy would have to overcome. And so Ugnar went forth, to meet with this clans leader. He brought his axe, and his dearest freinds- the woman he meant to take as his wife- as per ceremony, the daughter of the Shaman. They went- and Ugnar found himself.. talked circles around- the other Tribes chieftan was Wily, and clever of word and mouth- Ugnar, was not, and soon found himself befuddled by the other mans speech.
The discussion ended badly- Ugnar's wrath kindled by the wiry mans words- he reached for his axe, and swung, beheading the Chieftan- and breaking a sacred law of his people, dishonoring a parley meeting. The result was his own fall, and a brutal punishment- he was cast out into the wastes, armed only with a handaxe, clad only in his own skin- he had transgressed his peoples laws in his red-rage, and now he was no longer of them. Alone, an outcast, he wandered the cold northern wastes, until he found himself, frozen over, near a forest- his incredible strength and endurance had carried him far, and slain him a mighty wolf, to wear the skin of for warmth- but he was sure it would soon fail him. His thoughts turned to why he had been cast out, and rage kindled. I was the strongest. I slew my Tribes Enemy! His words, they where the dishonoring! The thoughts raged in his mind, burning hot- and then the thing, approached him... a whirling, demonic monster- a cyclone, of whatever was near. It made an offer. And he accepted.
Slayer Caste Favoring Cecylne or Adjoran, Either or.
There is an Alternate Ending where he becomes a TAW, if that is prefered.
And in that case, WHO WANTS /THIS MOTHER FUCKER/ For an Lunar Mate? Eh? Eh?
His Clan ran into another of the Ice-Walker clans on the frozen rims, one year- an old Rival Clan. Eitrig was old, and ailing- and so he decided to entrust his son, with the decision of how to deal with this group- thinking it a test the boy would have to overcome. And so Ugnar went forth, to meet with this clans leader. He brought his axe, and his dearest freinds- the woman he meant to take as his wife- as per ceremony, the daughter of the Shaman. They went- and Ugnar found himself.. talked circles around- the other Tribes chieftan was Wily, and clever of word and mouth- Ugnar, was not, and soon found himself befuddled by the other mans speech.
The discussion ended badly- Ugnar's wrath kindled by the wiry mans words- he reached for his axe, and swung, beheading the Chieftan- and breaking a sacred law of his people, dishonoring a parley meeting. The result was his own fall, and a brutal punishment- he was cast out into the wastes, armed only with a handaxe, clad only in his own skin- he had transgressed his peoples laws in his red-rage, and now he was no longer of them. Alone, an outcast, he wandered the cold northern wastes, until he found himself, frozen over, near a forest- his incredible strength and endurance had carried him far, and slain him a mighty wolf, to wear the skin of for warmth- but he was sure it would soon fail him. His thoughts turned to why he had been cast out, and rage kindled. I was the strongest. I slew my Tribes Enemy! His words, they where the dishonoring! The thoughts raged in his mind, burning hot- and then the thing, approached him... a whirling, demonic monster- a cyclone, of whatever was near. It made an offer. And he accepted.
Slayer Caste Favoring Cecylne or Adjoran, Either or.
There is an Alternate Ending where he becomes a TAW, if that is prefered.
And in that case, WHO WANTS /THIS MOTHER FUCKER/ For an Lunar Mate? Eh? Eh?