Arynne
Salmon of Doubt
Ash could work as a Dawn Caste. Maybe even a Zenith.
The Unstealable Jewel (Exalted)
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xarvh
Malevolent Entertainer
This is AWESOME.
I'm very up for a Night or a Zenith, have a few concepts ready but don't have them with me right now!
I'm very up for a Night or a Zenith, have a few concepts ready but don't have them with me right now!
Unbridled Originality
Stole your Sweetroll
Sure thing! I'm going to leave this open for people to submit character ideas until tomorrow night, probably.
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 friends- 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- but soon his rage burnt out. He howled defiance to the sky, to the Spirits. To the god's themselves. He broke to his knees, his throat ragged and burnt out. He was freezing cold- his blood dripping to the snow, and freezing.
Then he saw it- his Tribes Totem beast.... the Bear. It was a beautiful, majestic creature. It was everything he held sacred. It roared at him. He roared at it- charged it... slew it and crawled in to it's corpse for Warmth. He panted... and it came to him.
He awoke something else entirely- he had given up his people, their customs their ways. He rose, panting. He cooked the bear, and ate it's flesh. He made it's claws in to a weapon.. he drank from it's heart... and rose. He began a long journey, as far away from the north as he could be. He fled, and grew.
TAW FUll Moon Lunar.
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 friends- 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- but soon his rage burnt out. He howled defiance to the sky, to the Spirits. To the god's themselves. He broke to his knees, his throat ragged and burnt out. He was freezing cold- his blood dripping to the snow, and freezing.
Then he saw it- his Tribes Totem beast.... the Bear. It was a beautiful, majestic creature. It was everything he held sacred. It roared at him. He roared at it- charged it... slew it and crawled in to it's corpse for Warmth. He panted... and it came to him.
He awoke something else entirely- he had given up his people, their customs their ways. He rose, panting. He cooked the bear, and ate it's flesh. He made it's claws in to a weapon.. he drank from it's heart... and rose. He began a long journey, as far away from the north as he could be. He fled, and grew.
TAW FUll Moon Lunar.
Silent Wayfarer
This is my spirit animal
I could make a Zenith Caste revolutionary gladiator instead. "How did I get all the way up here?"
I'll post up the concept in a bit.
I'll post up the concept in a bit.
SephirothSage
Eldritch Abomination
He eats people.
Unbridled Originality
Stole your Sweetroll
*Swats Sage's Lunar with a rolled up newspaper* That kills people, Ugnar!
SephirothSage
Eldritch Abomination
I-isn't that the Point..? *innocent eyes*
xarvh
Malevolent Entertainer
Loving the banter here. =D
I'll probably go for a ex-Dynast scoundrel and con-man, exalted to the Night Caste, likely not the martial type but emphases on investigation and bureaucracy.
I'll probably go for a ex-Dynast scoundrel and con-man, exalted to the Night Caste, likely not the martial type but emphases on investigation and bureaucracy.
Unbridled Originality
Stole your Sweetroll
*Raises eyebrows disapprovingly.*
SephirothSage
Eldritch Abomination
"B-But those have the best mutations! PLeassee! Just one of each?"
Arynne
Salmon of Doubt
Well, we all know how best to deal with a Lunar:
Crocodile
Mister Zero
Good grief, I work for the day and all this when I return. Not sure what I could even offer up... though maybe some sort of spymaster Night, Day or Fiend.
Unbridled Originality
Stole your Sweetroll
A Fiend or Day would definitely add some diversity.
Crocodile
Mister Zero
Ooooh, my Fiend with Cecylene patron.... I've longed to play him again. I'll start cobbling together a background shortly then.
Silent Wayfarer
This is my spirit animal
[QUOTE="Unbridled Originality]A Fiend or Day would definitely add some diversity.
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How about a rogue Dusk? :tongue:
And here's my pitch for the Zenith.
Jaleena was once a gladiatrix in the Nexus arenas, but though she won many battles and had the favor of the crowd, she chafed at her bondage and at the cruelties she was compelled to perform for her masters. The Sun answered her fervent prayers with his favor, and after inspiring a revolt, she liberated the entire population of the colosseum and guided them out of Nexus and into a land where they would no longer have to live as beasts. Though she was offered a place in a new homeland, she declined, knowing that her destiny lay further afield. Jaleena travelled to the South, where she found her way to the floating city. Perhaps, this was the place she was meant to be, to help build a kingdom of heaven that all men could aspire to live in.
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How about a rogue Dusk? :tongue:
And here's my pitch for the Zenith.
Jaleena was once a gladiatrix in the Nexus arenas, but though she won many battles and had the favor of the crowd, she chafed at her bondage and at the cruelties she was compelled to perform for her masters. The Sun answered her fervent prayers with his favor, and after inspiring a revolt, she liberated the entire population of the colosseum and guided them out of Nexus and into a land where they would no longer have to live as beasts. Though she was offered a place in a new homeland, she declined, knowing that her destiny lay further afield. Jaleena travelled to the South, where she found her way to the floating city. Perhaps, this was the place she was meant to be, to help build a kingdom of heaven that all men could aspire to live in.
Unbridled Originality
Stole your Sweetroll
Oooh, I like that gladiatrix a lot.
Silent Wayfarer
This is my spirit animal
[QUOTE="Unbridled Originality]Oooh, I like that gladiatrix a lot.
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I'll expand more on it if I'm picked. Don't feel like flooding people with text. :tongue:
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I'll expand more on it if I'm picked. Don't feel like flooding people with text. :tongue:
From the Sea of Glass to the Jade Steles,
From the Great River to the Porphyry Wastes,
I ruled a land at peace with itself and its neighbors.
The obelisk my father and my own were completed,
and two verses of the Hymn of Aten-Sur also.
With the Oasis Courts I dealt sternly,
establishing many wells and qanats.
The treasury was never empty of ice.
Agriculture flourished, enriching the people
and the gods were not neglected.
I ruled forty-nine years and had forty-seven sons.
Let the one who claims to better me,
be greater in all these ways or none.
-From the Relief of the Kings in Akhet
The Eclipse Shedhartu was king in Hotepsekhemwy, a guardian kingdom on the edge of the Wyld whose distance and usefulness to Creation have left it deliberately isolated from both the sanctions of Heaven and the wider sphere of civilization. Ruled in all but name by the Shogun-Pharaoh Aten-Sur, his mortal dynasty has served as a class of governing Administrator-Priests since the Usurpation. Shedhartu was raised from a young age to be fit to execute his destined position, lavished with luxury and blessings, and eventually elevated the high-priesthood at the age of eleven. He ruled long and gloriously, until his own success proved his undoing. He negotiated new treaties with displaced courts of Water Elementals leading to a boom in crop yields and population, his enlarged armies brought back the treasures and loyalty of the surrounding peoples, his monuments earned him and his nation the favor of many gods, and he oversaw the restoration of two jade obelisks to secure the border of Creation. At the celebration of his Jubilee he symbolically renewed the nation, accepting the loyalty of the people and vassals anew. As twelve kings and ten thousand subjects gave their oaths together he began to shine like the sun. They marveled, but Aten-Sur smiled. The god proclaimed that the Almighty Sun had chosen Shedhartu to serve as more then king of a single nation, granting the vacant throne to the king's younger brother. Though Shedhartu knew the ploy for what it was, he had neither the influence nor the power to challenge his father. He departed for the north, only his elemental consort and oathsword-bodyguards accompanied him into glorious exile.
So... ah... how does that work?
From the Great River to the Porphyry Wastes,
I ruled a land at peace with itself and its neighbors.
The obelisk my father and my own were completed,
and two verses of the Hymn of Aten-Sur also.
With the Oasis Courts I dealt sternly,
establishing many wells and qanats.
The treasury was never empty of ice.
Agriculture flourished, enriching the people
and the gods were not neglected.
I ruled forty-nine years and had forty-seven sons.
Let the one who claims to better me,
be greater in all these ways or none.
-From the Relief of the Kings in Akhet
The Eclipse Shedhartu was king in Hotepsekhemwy, a guardian kingdom on the edge of the Wyld whose distance and usefulness to Creation have left it deliberately isolated from both the sanctions of Heaven and the wider sphere of civilization. Ruled in all but name by the Shogun-Pharaoh Aten-Sur, his mortal dynasty has served as a class of governing Administrator-Priests since the Usurpation. Shedhartu was raised from a young age to be fit to execute his destined position, lavished with luxury and blessings, and eventually elevated the high-priesthood at the age of eleven. He ruled long and gloriously, until his own success proved his undoing. He negotiated new treaties with displaced courts of Water Elementals leading to a boom in crop yields and population, his enlarged armies brought back the treasures and loyalty of the surrounding peoples, his monuments earned him and his nation the favor of many gods, and he oversaw the restoration of two jade obelisks to secure the border of Creation. At the celebration of his Jubilee he symbolically renewed the nation, accepting the loyalty of the people and vassals anew. As twelve kings and ten thousand subjects gave their oaths together he began to shine like the sun. They marveled, but Aten-Sur smiled. The god proclaimed that the Almighty Sun had chosen Shedhartu to serve as more then king of a single nation, granting the vacant throne to the king's younger brother. Though Shedhartu knew the ploy for what it was, he had neither the influence nor the power to challenge his father. He departed for the north, only his elemental consort and oathsword-bodyguards accompanied him into glorious exile.
So... ah... how does that work?
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Crocodile
Mister Zero
Shifting Sands - Patron Cecelyne Fiend
Shifting Sands was born to one of the various wandering desert tribes of the South. His people were rumored to have been survivors of a great purge long ago when they served masters of vibrant light. Yet they were consumed by stars, moon and dragons in a great surge of hatred and violence. With their masters dead, his people had long since fled into the desert, keeping alive the oral traditions even though linguistic drift had so heavily distorted the truth. Inspired by such odd and fantastical tales, Shifting Sands had left his tribe to make his way in the world. He was seeking a relic of the past, a chance to bring about his own glory only for that moment to be utterly snatched from him.
Bandits had learned of Shifting Sands' plans along with his desire to hunt down this relic. They seized him and broke him with great pain to force the truth from him. In that fleeting moment, Shifting Sands felt so utterly defeated. It was as if Creation itself had conspired against him in this moment. He was oblivious to the truth, that a green clad traveler with eyes that shone like stars had employed them. All he knew was that they took his dream from him. Stolen it. He could fall no further in his despair when they left him alive to feel that shame. What little did they know was something else had been watching as well. Something whispered to him as pale sludge descended from a crack in the ceiling. He had no idea what it was, but the Perroneles cared little about that for it had come to utter its offer to him. It offered to cloak him in shadow and sand for all time, to give him power for vengence and to take back what was his. All he had to do was accept its offer and serve a new master....
So utterly humiliated and defeated, Shifting Sands accepted the dark bargain as the creature engulfed him utterly. What emerged from the ovoid chrysalis was a changed man, driven by a new hungry ambition for power. He tracked the bandits down and slaughtered them to the man, taking his secret back from them before heading across the sands and into Cecelyne. He entered Malfeas, greeted as a new great champion of the Yozis and their cause. The more he learned though, the more he started to disdain his new masters as he witnessed what utterly petty and sad creatures they had become. They seemed so busy squabbling, scheming or wrapped up in their own madness. It brought forth a great pity for them and more so for the world they sought to twist and retake. Shifting Sands realized he could not help them, could not doom his far off family or friends to the rule of these creatures. When the time came, he set out on his mission with his compatriots but quickly made his escape out into the vast deserts of the South. He sought his relic, a quiet place he could hope to make work again while he sought to supplant the mad Yozis as a more benign being of power. The world needed something when even the gods seemed too busy to notice the dark work of his previous masters. If he had to take up that burden and lead others on the right path, he would. Even if he might have to manipulate them to do it.
Shifting Sands was born to one of the various wandering desert tribes of the South. His people were rumored to have been survivors of a great purge long ago when they served masters of vibrant light. Yet they were consumed by stars, moon and dragons in a great surge of hatred and violence. With their masters dead, his people had long since fled into the desert, keeping alive the oral traditions even though linguistic drift had so heavily distorted the truth. Inspired by such odd and fantastical tales, Shifting Sands had left his tribe to make his way in the world. He was seeking a relic of the past, a chance to bring about his own glory only for that moment to be utterly snatched from him.
Bandits had learned of Shifting Sands' plans along with his desire to hunt down this relic. They seized him and broke him with great pain to force the truth from him. In that fleeting moment, Shifting Sands felt so utterly defeated. It was as if Creation itself had conspired against him in this moment. He was oblivious to the truth, that a green clad traveler with eyes that shone like stars had employed them. All he knew was that they took his dream from him. Stolen it. He could fall no further in his despair when they left him alive to feel that shame. What little did they know was something else had been watching as well. Something whispered to him as pale sludge descended from a crack in the ceiling. He had no idea what it was, but the Perroneles cared little about that for it had come to utter its offer to him. It offered to cloak him in shadow and sand for all time, to give him power for vengence and to take back what was his. All he had to do was accept its offer and serve a new master....
So utterly humiliated and defeated, Shifting Sands accepted the dark bargain as the creature engulfed him utterly. What emerged from the ovoid chrysalis was a changed man, driven by a new hungry ambition for power. He tracked the bandits down and slaughtered them to the man, taking his secret back from them before heading across the sands and into Cecelyne. He entered Malfeas, greeted as a new great champion of the Yozis and their cause. The more he learned though, the more he started to disdain his new masters as he witnessed what utterly petty and sad creatures they had become. They seemed so busy squabbling, scheming or wrapped up in their own madness. It brought forth a great pity for them and more so for the world they sought to twist and retake. Shifting Sands realized he could not help them, could not doom his far off family or friends to the rule of these creatures. When the time came, he set out on his mission with his compatriots but quickly made his escape out into the vast deserts of the South. He sought his relic, a quiet place he could hope to make work again while he sought to supplant the mad Yozis as a more benign being of power. The world needed something when even the gods seemed too busy to notice the dark work of his previous masters. If he had to take up that burden and lead others on the right path, he would. Even if he might have to manipulate them to do it.
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xarvh
Malevolent Entertainer
-- From the Sea of Glass to the Jade Steles,
From the Great River to the Porphyry Wastes,
I ruled a land at peace with itself and its neighbors.
The obelisk my father and my own were completed,
and two verses of the Hymn of Aten-Sur also.
With the Oasis Courts I dealt sternly,--
- Hey!
What?
Yes it's obviously mine!
Uh?
No, well...
It is... WHAT??
OOOOH COME ONNN!!
I like efficiency, that's all!
In the meanwhile, somewhere in the Blessed Isle...
- I am sorry, Yu. My decision is made!
- But... Mother! Please reconsider! Won't you give him another chance?
- Another chance!?
He has a full history of scams, frauds, thievery and indiscipline.
He's a shame to the family!
- But Mother, with all due respect, with his record at the House of Bells...
- He got kicked out.
- Mother I beg you pardon?
- He stole Master Tsudara's sword, and scammed Master Ysei into buying it and hiding it away.
That blade had been in Master Tsudara's family since the Shogunate!
Do you even realize the damage to Master Ysei's reputation!?
- Well, Master Ysei is an idiot anyway... It was deserved if you ask me.
- Yes, it was deserved, but that's irrelevant.
Master Ysei and master Tsudara are still furious.
- ...
- I'm not finished.
We sent him to the Cloister of Wisdom, in the hope to straighten him up.
You know what he did there?
He started selling alcohol to monks and students.
- What!?
- He was smuggling in booze. Not actually him in fact, but the twelve monks he cajoled into doing the actual work for him.
The matter was swept under the carpet, but I have never been so furious in two-hundred years.
- Certainly his talents are remarkable, for an unexalted mortal...
- What are you trying to insinuate? Don't you dare to disparge the Blood of House Cathak, your very blood!
- Yes Mother, I beg your pardon.
I only wondered whether his remarkable skills could be put to good use.
- Remarkable skills? I was ready to enlist him in the Red Piss Legion, I had already contacted Lady Sesus Tokaiko, but when I finally summoned him he had already successfully applied to the Spiral Academy, and convinced me to let him there.
And indeed, he was doing very well there, until it was discovered that he had faked the admission documents to clear his unfavorable records.
A masterful forgery, in fact, more than a teacher thought that he was a perfect candidate for the Academy.
But this wasn't enough to clear the shame.
...
I'm sending him South. He is to find work as Guildsman.
- Mother, with all due respect, he will hate it.
- That's the whole point.
Name Cathak "Eel" Maiano
Caste Night
Concept Liar, thief, con artist and general scoundrel
Motivation Game entrenched power.
Intimacies
+Fraud
+Smuggling
+Gambling
+Luxury
+Drugs
Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
I'm working on the polish on my sheet on the hopes that I get picked for this. Do you want sheets posted here, or sent to you by PM? Or is it still a little early to get that far into it?