See you on the beach! NPF RP Interest Thread!

[Arhra]

This is where the lost things and the broken stories and the indefinite endings go. But that doesn't mean things have to be unhappy.

There is an island on the Super-Sargasso Sea at the border of the possible, the imagined and the unlikely, and it is a very fine place indeed. Beautiful beaches, clear air, blue water and exotic jungles. It is wide enough for all sorts of different places, and small enough to wander back to your bed at the end of the day. A place for adventures and nostalgic idylls full of strange sights and unusual people.

Pack a bag, turn around and prepare yourselves for unforeseen consequences. For today, and every day afterwards, will be a wonderful day at the beach.

- IX -

It's been a long time, hasn't it? Let's have a story about going to the beach.

But Arhra, you ask, has it got any sports in it?

Are you kidding? Races, boating, surfing, swimming, volleyball, bonfires, fighting, torture, revenge, caves, sand castles, pirates, sharks, knights, clones, wizards, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles...

As you can see, this is a game about doing assorted interesting things at the beach with a interesting bunch of assorted people.

But Arhra, you wisely ask again, what do you mean by assorted people?

I mean assorted! Vacationing, retired, recovering and merely very lost heroes, adventurers, villains, psychics, angels, demons, soldiers, saints, proxies, spirits, avatars, wanderers, dwarves, magicians, espers, sliders, time travellers, extraterrestrials...

- IX -

Ah but I'm rambling. So let's get to the big questions: Can it think, can it communicate, can I kill it? Is it fun to be around? Is it prepared for high powered beach party times? These are all desirable qualities.

Here is a sheet for the information that is important:

Name: Your name is allowed to go here, it's true!
Concept: A one sentence or so summary of your character.
Description: A much longer decription of your character. A bit about who they are, where they came from, what they are, and possibly even how they got here.
Appearance: Describe their pretty face.
Personality: How does this individual act?
Abilities: What can that person do!
Equipment: Anything of particular interest you're carrying.

- IX -

Here is a sample character:

Name: Telm Orinn
Concept: Bartender/Warrior of Destiny (retired)
Description: He saved the world once from the Dark Skeleton King, though it was before most people's times. Nowadays he's happy to have further adventures in the service industry and relax at a tropical getaway. He runs the beachside bar.

Appearance: A lanky older man, with salt and pepper hair and a neat beard. Typically seen wearing a shapeless hat, a loud hawaiian shirt, shorts and thongs.

Personality: Completely unflappable. He's seen it all, and then some. Has a story for everything. He starts off pretty quiet but once he gets rolling no scenery is safe from being chewed on. Not a fan of skeletons or darkness.

Abilities:
Hero Skills: Moving things around, fighting things to death, wandering, solving puzzles, staying quiet during exposition, showing people the power of true courage. He knows it all. He can still summon the elemental spirits whose temples he restored and he formed pacts with too. They tend to work as staff.
Bartending: Level Expert.
Mundane Application of the Hero's Regalia: Did you know you can make a refridgerator with a frostbrand? And retrieve glasses with a clawshot?

Equipment:
The Hero's Regalia: As a hero who once saved the world, defeated the dread Lord of Bone and Shadow, found his journey had just begun and lived to retirement, Telm has an assortment of somewhat battered adventuring gear. Various types of enchanted weapon, puzzle solving gadgets, magic boots, hero armour and the occaisonal (probably spoiled) potion.

[phil_]

So, just any kind of critter for sign-ups, or should we use those avatars who have saved Santa, the multiverse, and Hell so many times?

[Steel Shadow]

It'll be nice to get some forum RP going again. It's been too long! I'll try to come up with a character after DnD this sunday.

So, uh, interest notice!

[Arhra]

So, just any kind of critter for sign-ups, or should we use those avatars who have saved Santa, the multiverse, and Hell so many times?

While I should hate to commit to any sort of dichotomy at this point, the first part is right.

[Bard The 5th LW]

potential interest

[mauve]

Ohh, nice! I'd like to get back into RPing. Consider me interested!

So are there ANY particular restrictions for this? Any set time period or "world" characters can or can't come from?

[Arhra]

Ohh, nice! I'd like to get back into RPing. Consider me interested!

So are there ANY particular restrictions for this? Any set time period or "world" characters can or can't come from?

Not really, no. It's intended to be pretty open.

[Intern Nin]

Color me interested.

[Overcast]

Interest is there, hopefully the time will follow!

[Arhra]

I am somewhat confused by the act of retroactive non-existence I have observed here.

[Menarker]

Sorry, had changed my mind (realized I won't have as much time as I thought I would) and didn't want it to distract you or anyone else.
Let someone else play a discount hobo ninja. =3

[Arhra]

Alright, thanks for letting me know.

[PyrosNine]

Name: Red Hand Gaarv
Concept: A very Pathfinder-Esque Witch, self styled as a Red Mage.
Description: The son of a Varisian human noble and a respected daughter of the Woods, Gaarv is a first generation Half-Elf of infamous repute, seeing as his father was the local Don Juanf frittering his family's respectability and money in the red light district and attempting to get into skirts at every high society soiree. His mother was an Elven sorceress from a family of high reknown, who unfortunately had a weak tolerance for Alcohol stuffed with a cocktail of sleeping draughts.

Gaarv fortunately was found to lack his father's "charisma" but unfortunately fails to possess the grace and wisdom and inner peace of his pureblood Elven mother.

Especially since's he's a pyromaniac.

After "accidentally" burning down a Wizard's college library (no small feat in of itself, considering how many anti-fire spells in such a place), Gaarv set off on his own in the world, and began developing Witch magic, a kind of magical skill that is learned gradually and yet instinctively from a mysterious otherworldly patron.

Since becoming an "adventurer", Gaarv has gained a good deal of fame and prestige, and become recorded as having a great many magical tricks and abilities of varying type, and being a force to reckon with when he uses his great intellect to use them all.

Appearance:
A picture is worth a thousand words I don't have to type! (https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/4241108/2007-08-15%2000.55.44.jpg) But Gaarv is a pretty, pretty, pretty man, offset by his general lack of personality and awkward habits. Long straight white hair that goes down to his back, piercing brown eyes that tend to glow RED when he's particularly observant, scary, or is seeing something burn.
Bright red outfit with white trim and cuffs, a red cape, and a red feathered cap.....Dresses like a Red Mage!


Personality: Gaarv is a jerkass. In fact, Gaarv often comes off as an almost sociopathic mage, due to his distinct lack of care over whether or not certain individuals are on fire and the finer points of "heroism." While not exactly a sociopath, Gaarv is in fact extremely apathetic when not given suitable mental exercise or objects of distraction. If something's not on fire or doesn't present a mental challenge, Gaarv doesn't really care. So Gaarv is an apathetic Jerkass. However, Gaarv does have his nicer side, as he is unwilling to allow any companions of his die, and will alway more or less attempt to do the right then when given a choice between "evil and "good" . So Gaarv is an apathetic jerkass with a heart of gold. But mostly a jerkass.

Did I mention he's a Pyromaniac?

Abilities: As a witch, Gaarv has a series of "hexes" innate supernatural powers that bestow gifts and abilities to Gaarv outside his spellcasting ability. Of current, Gaarv can fly unaided, Put a person to sleep from 30 feet away, bless a person with luck, speak any language, heal a person with a single touch, and laugh maniacally.

Gaarv also never has to worry about unfortunate things like "spell components", and can cast Burning Hands three times a day at will, and teleport via firey explosion.

His Spellbook holds spells that range from Fire spells, to enchantments, to shooting Flippin' lightning. Gaarv is still very much a Red Mage, though not quite a Mauve Mage.

Equipment: Gaarv keeps a magic elven rapier on hand and a shortbow, just incase people forget he's got elvish blood in him, but his real tricks come from his notable loot:

Hat of Greater Disguise: Gaarv's red mage cap is actually a hat of disguise, as red mage feathered caps are hard to find in Pathfinder. His allows him to alter his physical shape at will, assuming he has a piece of a member of that humanoid person or race's hair or clothing.
Currently Gaarv can become:
A female greatsword from some other RP.
An AluDemon, a type of Succubus Tiefling.
A Harpy
A Catgirl
A male drow underdark Ranger.

Coin of Lust: Can flip the coin and get heads or tails question of the future, or use it to put a magical suggestion in the head of an unsuspecting target.

Cape of Flames: Gaarv is highly resistant to irony.

Vengeance the Ferret: Gaarv's Familiar, a ferret that claims to be the patron of Vengeance trapped in a ferret body. Poops in shoes and is the proverbial devil on Gaarv's left shoulder, telling him to burn things.


Name: Senna Ryu
Concept: A Tiefling Ninja, Gaarv's Sister and lifelong rival.
Description: Gaarv's half-sister, born from a man falling easy, easy, easy prey to a Succubus incognito at High Society soiree's and capable of holding her liquor and sedatives. Despite being the daughter of a noble and a demon, she has no real connection to either of them, having been shipped off in a box as a small child and delivered to a cut throat Ninja village in Tian as part of a ponzi "Upper Society Ninja Assasin boarding school scheme.", where she was used as raw meat and target practice by the fledgeling ninjas of that highly mercenary clan. After proving difficult to kill and learning a thing or two about "bloody murder", Senna Ryu was one of the few survivors of the lost "children's ninja pilgrimage" to walk out of there clad in black and swinging a scythe and chain.

Since becoming a full fledged ninja in training, she has accidentally been shanghaied into joining a pirate crew, shipwrecked, and had an unfortunate encounter with tentacle monsters from the depths. She has noticed that she has particularly terrible luck, and has rolled more proverbial 1's than ever thought possible.

Seeks out a way to head home, and it seems Gaarv has come out to meet her.

Appearance: Senna has 1/2 the succubusian face and body (and horns) of her mother, making her strikingly attractive by human standards, but also has charcoal colored skin, bright red eyes, and an annoyed scowl on her face 24/7, that is visible even when she has her face covered. Her hair is red, and she tends to wear a sleeveless black leather ninja armor not unlike the Hayabusa Legendary Black Falcon Armor (http://ninjagaiden.wikia.com/wiki/Legendary_Black_Falcon), with an added black scarf/muffler.

Personality: Senna is a quiet person who does not speak english well, and this tends to mask her personality quirks, as compared to her brother the perpetually apathetic, she is always annoyed: Why can't she just assassinate the target? Why do monsters always spawn right next to her? Why can Barbarians climb faster than her just because they're angry? Why is the last bottle of Sake sold out?
Furthermore, she is not completely interested in any kind of morality, beyond what benefits her most in the long run, going mostly neutral. She also tends to exaggerate her ninja-ness, as people tend to just think she's a tiefling rogue like all the others, and will most often end conversations, tasks, and actions with a backflip into shadows.

...Has a strange infatuation with doing a midair double kick and yelling "Rider kick!"

Abilities: As a tiefling, she can magically create a field of darkness around her for 15 feet, which her own darkvision can allow her to see through easily.

Her specialty is Ninja Kenpo, an islander mix of Chinese monk Kung Fu and Ryuken island Karate, which dishes out pulverizing punches and kicks, but quick and agile dodges and counterattacks, and can unleash a "Flurry of Blows." Using weapons is for chumps who can't punch through solid metal.

She can also Throw Anything as a lethal implement, from driftwood to chairs to cows.

Her KI Abilities are fairly simple, as a beginner, being able to run up straight inclines, on top of smoke and water, and vanish instantly.

Equipment: Despite being able to punch out most anything with relative ease, Senna carries a kama(scythe/sickle) and chain, a scythe with a long chain and a heavy weighted knife on the other end, that she can use as a whip and a long range knife, much like a daggertail.

She also wears on her back and can throw a a Returning Starknife, also known as a Fuma Shuriken, which is a 3 foot diameter throwing knife that can be used as a melee weapon or thrown for massive damage. It's enchanted to return to her like a boomerang, and can carry "essences", being set ablaze by fire and electrified by electricity that it can release as a payload.

She is also equipped with Shit Luck, a curse borne from being a Ninja on a Pirate Ship.

[Arhra]

Why paint me red and call me a tanar'ri, welcome to the seaside Pyros!

One question: How does a greatsword have a gender?

Another question just for general curiosity: considering a beach costume change later?

For everyone, a glimpse at onrushing plot:

The Beach Carnival is only two days away and approaching at maximum speed (one second per second)! Tropical banquets, music and dance! Sunbathing and sandcastles! Competitions and beach volleyball! But there's been delays and the organisers are getting frantic!

What is going on with all these accidents, missing people, rigged contests, spoiled food and huge party of strange guests arriving? Bad luck? Anger of the gods? Sabotage?! If people don't act, it could ruin everything.

[Overcast]

Name: Alastor

Concept: Morally ambiguous psyker.

Description: Alastor was born in another world, to parents in a dark slum full of mutants, rogue wizards, and mad scientists. His parents were killed by said mutants at an early age traumatizing him heartily enough to awaken latent psyker skill which allowed him conveniently immediate vengeance, but unfortunately also left him somewhat lacking in purpose. He turned mostly upon his new abilities to sate him, growing an addiction to the acquisition and mastery of power, and was inevitably recruited to a secret cabal of necromantic merchants who found his ideals matching with their own. After a few small missions he took off on an adventure which would see him killing a god of disasters, felling a massive necromantic beast, freeing a god of shadows, and meeting good friends whom taught him a conscience and further purpose in his life. Then he was killed, and his friends who he trusted so much figured he was better off dead because he burned down a small section of forest in a rage against an enemy.

By good fortune it seems the river of souls that one swims out of the world has an undercurrent to the beach.

Appearance: Alastor is hilariously ugly. His hair is ratty, oily, dirty, long and consistently disheveled; his skin is marred with scars, minor burns, blemishes and it doesn't seem to fit quite right especially on his face; his eyes are too big, consistently bloodshot, and seem to stare for too long before blinking; his teeth are crooked, yellow, and disturbingly large; his nails are unclean, long, and not well maintained; his form is unhealthily gaunt and short; and his demeanor is that of one whom seems to have an incurable sickness with consistent hacking, sneazing and wheezing.

Personality: Ignoring his hilariously ugly form, Al is actually a fairly agreeable person to speak with. He is confident in himself, and likes to have others be confident around him. He is extroverted and enjoys a conversation of any minor interests, particularly that of morality. He is fond of gallows humor and is prone to playful jabs on others character. He is amusedly unphazed by his own horrific appearance, and is very fond of playing it up for humorous reasons. In combat he can seem a little bit insane as he is consumed with the ecstatic feeling of channeling psychic power, but all in all people seem to like him once they get past his image.

Abilities: Al is a master of the psychic control of energy, in particular the forms of electricity, fire, and cold. At will he can summon massive storms of lightning or flame, he can force energy to dissipate and create glacial cold in a vicinity, he can also remove all these things forcing energy neutrality, he can convert energy forms from one to another turning flame to electricity to pure cold, he can directly control fire, cold, or electricity and force it along specific paths, he can manifest bolts of lightning from his fingertips and make shields of pure energy or create absolute immunity to fire, electricity, or cold around himself and others.

Due to the way Al controls his power over energy he actually cannot kill anyone that has sentience and sapience. Only reduce them to unconsciousness or stasis. His powers also occasionally backfire on him.

Al is also a capable Oneirokinetic, capable of entering into dreams, creating nightmares, stopping nightmares, or sending messages between dreaming individuals.

Al has a connection to a negative version of Ki known as Nemesis, and his connection to it means that he no longer needs to sleep, eat, and does not bleed. He still does the first two out of hedonism.

Equipment: A set of ratty robes, a pair of swimming trunks he didn't have before, a pair of glasses with ruby crystal lenses, a pair of swimming goggles also with ruby lenses, and a golden staff shaped like an eastern dragon with a crystal in its jaw.

[PyrosNine]

Why paint me red and call me a tanar'ri, welcome to the seaside Pyros!

One question: How does a greatsword have a gender?
Greatsword as in GreatSword Wielder.

Another question just for general curiosity: considering a beach costume change later?
Hat of Disguise is made for dramatic and convenient costume changes!

And Sennais more or less just wearing a slightly armored fullbody ninja swimsuit. Her luck would have to be crap to be caught dead or alive wearing a bikini or something girly and non-ninja.

[mauve]

Name: Jimmy Stevens

Concept: Space soldier dropout.

Description: There are those brave men and women who risk their lives to explore and defend the galaxy from evil. They recieve the best in combat training and wilderness survival--wilderness both on solid land and the icy depths of space. Masters of weaponry and living as one with their futuristic combat suits, they represent the best that sentient life in the galaxy has to offer.

And then there are the soldiers of the evil villain who end up as cannon fodder for those well-trained, well-armed people. Jimmy was one of those. And then he quit. And by "quit" he means "decided not to show up to work one day and hoped everyone would assume he died."

Appearance: Depressingly generic: an all-too common descriptor for standard combat minions. He has brown eyes and brown, military-cut hair, the same general height and build of every other soldier minion in the entire evil army (so they can reuse armor. Talk about cheap.) and not a single badass facial scar or tattoo to speak of. He has a constant five-o-clock shadow because why the hell not.

Personality: Paranoid. He still worries about heroes showing up with their unfairly accurate weaponry and helmets that don't restrict their vision to laughable levels, or monsters looking for an expendable snack, or his commanding officer tracking him down and making him serve a tour of duty on the horrible swamp planet as punishment for going AWOL. He's also quite lazy, however.It's a beach, dammit: he's off duty and he wants to enjoy his exile while he can!

Abilities: Wandering into danger: If something bad is going to happen, he'll be the first one there but the last one to realize it. He's a magnet for bad luck.
Evil Space Military Training: As good as you can expect from a standard issue space-war-minion.
Moving Target: He's a good guy to have on your team since enemies tend to instinctively aim for him.How is he even still alive?!

Equipment: Space Soldier Armor, sans Helmet, in matte-finish black. It's minion armor so it's not that great, but he guesses it's better than nothing. He pawned the helmet off for booze money, so at least he doesn't have to worry about being visually impaired by it.

Blaster rifle: Pew pew. Sometimes he even hits his targets with it.

[Steel Shadow]

Character the one:

Name: G- Atric. Atric... Daysun.

Concept: A simple farmer of... farming... things.. Semara help me out here, I was raised on a city island.

Description: Just a simple man here on vacation. Nothing sinister about any of that. I hear this resort has lovely swimming pools! No sharkmen or weird... Orca... things at all. Or floating cities. So quaint!

Appearance: Actually rather forgettable! Not that there's any reason to remember him of course, but his features are plain, in a rather general way. He has dark hair and is usually clean shaven... But you'd have to get him to take off his hood to see that, and he rarely, if ever, does that.

Personality: COMPLETELY UNSUSPICIOUS. But also easy going and generous, especially if you do those drinks with umbrellas, those are handy little things.

Abilities:
Not-a-thief: He's not a thief! Really! Why, the very insinuation, Sir/Madam! I hope you brought something to back this slanderous accusation up, or I shall be taking it up with the upper management!

Guy Incognito: He doesn't really draw attention. He's just a guy, having a good time. What's wrong with that? Guy Incognito most definitely did not save the world from a zombie plague, find a missing Empress or shoot a prince in the sun.

Ace Shot: He took a few self defense and archery lessons back in... School? School. That was a thing that he did.

Missed: Atric does not get hit by things. It simply does not happen.

Equipment: Well, nothing special. Just this concealing cloak, really. Oh, it's just comfortable, I got used to wearing it, that's all. Nothing else.

... Oh, I suppose this bow. Maybe. It's got sentimental value, y'know? Ah, I wouldn't touch it, it's quite heavy. Yes, I know black metal's an unusual material to make a bow from, but- Hm? Uh... No. No, I don't hear any ghostly whispering of the damned. What an odd question.

Ah, you noticed my bracers? Really, they're just heirlooms. I know they look golden, but... they're not. Same with this medallion, really. It certainly does not allow me to walk through walls, that would be ridiculous. I don't know why I'm bringing that up.

And don't open that case. There is no Power Armour in there and if there was it'd kill your face for disturbing it. I mean- It... Wouldn't do that. Because it's not there... Damnit, I was so much better at lying before I started hanging out with those people.

Just forget I said anything.

[Arhra]

Hat of Disguise is made for dramatic and convenient costume changes!

And Sennais more or less just wearing a slightly armored fullbody ninja swimsuit. Her luck would have to be crap to be caught dead or alive wearing a bikini or something girly and non-ninja.

Yes. Surely such an event would be too extreme.

Overcast: Did you know that in Jungian psychology the anima is the totality of the unconscious feminine psychological qualities that a male possesses?

Mauve: I'm glad Jimmy decided against reporting for duty!

Steel: A fine unassuming young fellow you've chosen, sun.

[Arhra]

Should be starting by the end of the week!

Prepare for surf and drinks with little umbrellas in them!

[Girasol of Chaos]

Name: Riley S- wait, are you a fae? You don’t get my name.

Concept: C-I’m a tattoo artist? Yeah. Yeah that’s all, just another slave to the needle.

Description: Uh, I really need to get back to where I was going. Like I haven’t ever been to a real beach but my friends need me. This whole thing is really jarring, I feel like I’m in Narnia or somethin. Oh GOD did I fall into the-*smudge*

Appearance: Uhm….I’ve got blonde hair and blue eyes? About yaeh high and I definitely am not wearing a jacket for no reason. I uh… I have a skin condition. Makes me pale, sunburn easily and all that. Of course it’s mine! Why else would it be stained with reddish brown paint and appear charred in some places? No, you didn’t see tats on me that would be silly. And the scar on my face is from a car crash, certainly not from something trying to tear it off.

Personality: Is this a dating service? I don’t think I ca-should date anybody. I guess I’m shy and skittish, though. Not interested in dating, I need to get back to my friends. James would say I’m almost suicidal, but that’s silly. He’s silly. I just have weird hobbies. Hobbies that involve fire sometimes. Did I mention that it’s a really bad idea for me to kiss you? It’s bad. Don’t do it. I have uh…cold sores. Yeah. Super gross.

Abilities:
The Worst Vampire: What? No. No. Riley’s not a vampire, whatever gave you that idea? Vampires are big, tough, scary and strong, and they like to stalk people and stuff. Riley’s just pale from her skin condition and tries to stay in the shade. She also is especially fond of a mysterious red slushy flavor and has some sharp incisors. What war wounds? There’s not even a scratch on her. There never was. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Olympic: Riley does a lot of parkour and has an unusual set of hobbies, including surfing cars, running away from gh-dogs. Big dogs. And uh…swimming. Yes. All of these activities have made her very swift and have quick reflexes. It’d take a god or something to hit her in full run. Or a super super…something. Yeah.

Bonfire: Riley most certainly does not catch on fire when she comes in contact with flame. She also most certainly does not turn into a killing machine when this happens. Please do not try to set Riley on fire for everyone’s safety.

Temporary Tats?: There are no tats. Especially not full-body black tats that were administered from a holy group. No, they do not glow red when she is starving, what are you talking about? There are no tats.

Equipment: Of course I don’t have a gun. What on earth are you talking about? I certainly don’t keep a pist-ahem. If I did have a gun I most certainly would only supply normal ammo. Completely normal ammo.

Why these? That’s just a set of gloves, just in case. My hands burn easily, you see.

Lighter? Oh yeah that one. My buddy is a smoker, so I try to keep it on hand for him. That’s all. Hm? No, of course I don’t set anything on fire with it. That would be stupid. Just for smokes.

My ribbon is a sedimental item. Please don’t ask why. It is a nice shade of pink though, isn’t it? And it feels so nice on my neck…

There’s absolutely no story as to why I keep a genuine meteorite in my shoe. It is certainly not a replacement. Consider it a good luck charm, protection, if you will.

Protection from INVINCIBLE WEREWOLVES. AHAHAHAH-*it seems to end in another smudge*

[Dracorion]

Name: stgawa srakra cwbgree fqooqo zebrek salakk, "spectacularHellion"
Concept: ummm i like guns and toys and colors and stuff
Description: well im from a planet called alternia where theres a ton of trolls and stuff and me and my pal twinkleberry were playing guns and innocents in our yard and we kind of ran too far end ended up in this beach it was kinda weird anyway i like guns and toys and colors and stuff like i said you know like last time me and twinkleberry were playing hide and seek and he jumped into a robot and whacked me around i tried shooting him but shotguns arent so good against robots go figure and i thought the robot was going to kill me but then twinkleberry came out and we just laughed and went back to playing with my plushes it ruaf greant and tgir,cklsd playing bombs and stuf and 9eiguiemc furwu7qdm
Appearance:
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Personality: well im kinda laid back and relaxed i just like to have fun and stuff but my friends tell me im kinda dumb and get distraooh toys
Abilities:
Shotguns: well ive got this shotgun kind strife specibus which means i can use a shotgun like a pro without ever having to practice or anything its pretty cool

Troll: trolls can take a lot more damage and heal faster than other races i think i guess thats how it is but for me thats how its always been but i guess its pretty handy

Knight of Space: this is my title and powers in the game me and my friends are playing but so far i dont know what i can actually do i guess well find out i bet its something really cool

b100 b100d: i dont know why i tiped it like that anyway im kinda high up the blood caste thing which i dont really care for but it kinda makes me resistant to mind control and stuff that other trolls can use i guess also my blood glowns in the dark which is really neat but it hurts making it come out so i dont do that often

Equipment:
Shotgunkind: yeah this is my strife specibus that lets me use shotguns and i think keeps supplying me with bullets

Pictionary Modus: right this is my fetch modus its really neat i just draw something and it gets captchalogued and it can even be something really big i can even draw something i dont have and get a ghost image of it which gives me the code which means i can alchemize stuff i dont have

Alchemiter: its this thing from this game me and my friends are playing that we can use to invent stuff, its great, it makes cruxite which you take to the totem lathe to shape and then you take it back and stick it in there and it makes the thing the cruxite stands for

Totem Lathe: you just stick a card in this thing and put a cruxite and it spins the cruxite and shapes it like a vase its really neat to watch i like to just make a ton of cruxites just to look at it go

Punch Designix: its this thing you put a card into and type in a code and it punches the code into the card so that you can put it in the totem lathe and shape the cruxite, i like watching it punch cards just like i like watching the totem lathe

Husktop: just a computer i carry around for chatting with my friends me and twinkleberry used it to put the alchemiter and the totem lathe and the punch designix down on the beach to make fun stuff

[Intern Nin]

Give me a moment.
Edit: Base!
Name: Kevin Ugutz Gonzales (AKA Kug the Pizza Barbarian)

Concept: Teenage pizzeria kitchen employee turned barbarian warrior.

Description: Once upon a time, there was small pizzeria on the outskirts of Brick, New Jersey that purportedly made the best chicken pesto pizza in the world. It also happened to be next-door to a laboratory doing experiments with miniaturized large hadron colliders and trinitrotoluene. Miraculously, the explosion that occurred somehow transported a part-time cook, along with a kitchen full of cooking utensils, to the wilds of a savage alien planet in another dimension. The teen that would be known as Kug grew fierce and strong thanks to his never ending struggles against the beasts, sentient plants, and the in-but-also-sorta-kinda-human natives of this new world. Many volumes worth of pulp adventure ensued and, in time, he became a pizzeria owner in his own right. But those are stories for another time.

This story is about another coincidental explosion that seems to have transported Kug to some sort of pan-dimensional beach. Oh those silly explosions.

Appearance: Kug is 6 feet 8 inches (2.032 meters) of tanned and toned muscles, some which don’t seem to make any sense. He has an anime-ish mane of hair that go down to his butt and a face that, even after years of abuse, can only described as “action movie hero handsome”. He is clad in some pulp adventure barbarian fur spankies as well as an apron made from some sort of animal leather that's emblazoned with the words “Antonio’s Pizza”.

Personality: Many people who know Kug will assure you that once he’s determined that you are indeed not “a disease-ridden son of a bitch who would try to kill Kug just as soon as look at Kug and needs to be bisected immediately!”, he is simply a righteous and cool fellow. He generally prefers to use violence and savagery to solve whatever problem is at hand, but that’s not to say that Kug won’t use a bit of his ole impressive (if a bit contrived) cunning when the situation calls for it. It should be noted that years of speaking in alien syntax causes Kug to sometimes lapse into a speech pattern not unlike that of a fictional green super-person.

Abilities:
Far above average strength and agility: Kug is as strong as ten reasonably athletic mortal men and nimbler than Jack could ever hope to be.

Pie-maker Supreme: A couple decades of living on a mostly desolate world has taught Kug how to make do with whatever is available. These days his pizza-making skills are honed to the point where he can make an awesomely delicious pie out of just about anything.

Equipment:
Arroz: The pizza paddle Kug arrived with was destroyed in a confrontation too epic to be described. He’s since replaced it with a new paddle made from the super rare “Ned” iron native to the unpronounceable alien world Kug currently inhabits. The paddle, nicknamed Arroz, is a wickedly badass-looking paddle with its edges sharpened to a razor point. There’s no telling how the Ned metal in this weapon will react in a new dimension. Why it could even… act like an ordinary metal weapon.

Cooking implements: An assortment of sharp utensils ranging from graters to mezzalunas . Don’t ask where he’s keeping these things.

Barbarian wear: Briefs and an apron made from some kind of an alien beast. It had a lot of teeth and not just in its mouth.

[Shyria Dracnoir]

[There'll be something here soon enough]

[See, told you]

Name: Gleek (covername 'Robyee Shankyeaargh')

Race: Kobold

Gender: Male

Classes: Rogue

Concept: Shyria "persuaded" him to take a vacation after he infected every computer in the lair with an email virus by not understanding what "Reply All" meant.

Description: Every self-respecting dragon has to keep an eye on the competition, and that's where special agents like Gleek come in. Key word, "like." Less so Gleek himself, whose enthusiasm, training and occasional flashes of brilliance are hampered by him being otherwise dumber than a sack of especially dumb hammers. Still, the important thing is that he tries.

Appearance: Standard D&D 3.5 kobold with matte gray scales and yellow eyes (under goggles).

Outfit: Lizardy-sized stealth suit (complete with goggles) generally worn underneath additional disguises (current cover is a floral print Hawaiian shirt, a straw hat and a pair of hot pink sunglasses taped over the spy goggles).

Personality: Insatiably curious, Gleek has to stick his nose where it doesn't belong; it's his job after all. Tries to avoid fighting fair wherever possibly; when he's on the winning side, he's confident and a touch sadistic. When he losing, he hides in the nearest convenient space and hopes the enemy doesn't find him. Dislikes being underestimated on account of being a three-foot skinny lizardy thing, but knows how to exploit being overlooked. Can get sucked into a fight easily depending on his temper and how likely he can rig a possibly confrontation in his favor. Isn't afraid of trying to con others into unofficial meatshield duty. Crafty, but often overestimates his own intelligence.

Abilities: Standard hacker/espionage skillset, executed with the intellect and subtlety of a tank chase through Moscow. Thankfully his small size and speed can help him dodge whatever danger he gets into. Previous experience has made him skilled at picking out a convenient dark corner or air vent to hide in. Prefers ambush tactics in both ranged and melee (his preferred enemy is a tie between the jugular vein, the Achilles tendon and the kneecaps). Possesses the standard kobold weaknesses of overall frailty and supreme distrust of gnomes, gnomish/fey-like beings and direct sunlight.

Equipment: Mechanical lockpick set (can pick most cheap, commercially available physical locks with relative ease, stalls out against more expensive or custom-made bolts), electronic lock scrambler (utility drops off over anything more complicated than a hotel room card reader), hand crossbow with live bolts, tranquilizer bolts and grappling bolt ammo), zipline wire, multiple combat knives tucked into increasingly obscure places, (badly) forged identification paperwork.

[Arhra]

Ah, hmmm. I've spent much more of the past few days unconscious than I'd intended and, so, tomorrow.

Gira: Riley shouldn't worry so much! I'm sure there are absolutely no werewolves, vampires hunters or... well, OK, there's a few pyromaniacs.

Drac: Zebrek might want to alchemise himself up some sunglasses! Where's he getting the precious grist anyway?

Nin: Kug must make pizza for everyone. This is what is good in life.

Shyria: His name is Bold. Ko Bold.

I'm starting to find it slightly worrying how many light sensitive people are going to the beach! Masochism?!

[Dracorion]

Drac: Zebrek might want to alchemise himself up some sunglasses! Where's he getting the precious grist anyway?

Some sunblock, too.

And as it happens, when you hold a crab down and pull its legs until they pop out, grist comes out.

[Arhra]

We have ignition! (http://www.nuklearforums.com/showthread.php?p=1233583#post1233583)

Feel free to do your own thing!

[mauve]

Wow I am sooooooo out of practice when it comes to creative writing. >.<

[Shyria Dracnoir]

http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc230/Shyria_Dracnoir/08_19_2013_zpse423d902.png

Ended up doodling this while waiting for the first post to go up. May as well post it.

[Arhra]

Haha, that picture is amazing Shyria.

As for crabs, well, I had this image jump to mind when I saw there was a kobold in a bin.

http://i.imgur.com/SB3fjL2.jpg

Apparently coconut crabs basically fill the same niche as pigeons! Down to getting up on unoccupied tables and eating your scraps.

[Shyria Dracnoir]

He's actually not in the trash bin right now, buuut I could always apply the retcon stick. Possibly later, I'll be busy all day.

[Overcast]

I've of a mind that crab should keep showing up, which is why I have forced it into Alastor's past and that it has not died yet. Still others may disagree. In the meantime, look at all those people just staring at the poor drowned girl.

[mauve]

Staring at people is the best way to help.

[Arhra]

He's actually not in the trash bin right now, buuut I could always apply the retcon stick. Possibly later, I'll be busy all day.
Oops. I fail at reading comprehension. I'll fix it tonight.

[PyrosNine]

I figure Senna's going to get mouth to mouth, CPR, heimlich maneuvered and defibrillated before anyone catches on that she has RPG scurvy.
Gaarv will show up with his witchy self when he finds the chance to make a flashy entrance and kick open a door.

[Steel Shadow]

Atric is already there, of course, it's just no one's noticed him. He shall make a proper appearance when the appropriate time comes!

[Arhra]

I figure Senna's going to get mouth to mouth, CPR, heimlich maneuvered and defibrillated before anyone catches on that she has RPG scurvy.
That sounds suspiciously like effort!

Everyone's slackness is amusing me so.

[mauve]

We are the best at heroics.

[Arhra]

Except for Riley. She's on the ball.

[Girasol of Chaos]

When Riley is the most responsible individual things are terribly, terribly wrong. I should fix this.

[Inbred Chocobo]

Name: RAAAUUGGH!

Concept: A misplaced Ork from the Warhammer 40k universe

Description: RAAAUUGGH! is a standard ork that was apart of a WAAAGH! (Which is a giant mesh of ork raiding parties that managed to put aside murdering everyone murdering each other to go murder something else) and jumped into a drop pod, which then immediately got thrown into the warp, and then ended up crash landing into the ocean. RAAAUUGGH! otherwise was a standard ork boyz, with a simple shoota and choppa to shoot and chop things until he either died or ran out of things to shoot and chop.

Appearance: Giant muscly green skin, the Ork race is actually a hybrid Flesh/Fungi race. He stands roughly 9 feet tall and muscled as all hell. He has boots made of a foreign leather, along with pants. His shirt, which is a grey color, looks roughly 4 sizes too small for him. On his sides he has a leather belt, alng with loops in which to hang his slugga (Which is really a few pieces of metal duct taped together around a piece of wood) and his choppa (a crude axe that is obviously blunt but for some reason cuts through just about anything).

Personality: RAAAUUGGH! is considered a sensitive type among the orks. Which really means that sometimes before he hacks something to death with his choppa he may sometimes will stop and listen to it.

Abilities:
Ork strength: Orks were bred for battle, so RAAAUUGH! has a lot of strength, and hits things really hard.

Ork sturdiness: There are redundant organs and a regenerative aspect that all orks have, making it really hard to put him down. In fact, if you cut off his head, all you have to do is sew it back on and he is good as new.

Ork Teknology: Ork technology functions because the Ork thinks that how it works. This is something every ork has, and so if one ork hands another a few pieces of metal duct taped together around a stick, and tells him its a gun, then that thing is a gun and hurts. This has very odd implications as if you give RAAAUUGGH! This knowledge is just genetically in them, and is never taught, so RAAAUUGGH! just knows how to operate a lot of machinery but couldn't teach a soul.

Ork Fighting spirit: An ork always wants to fight. In fact, that is probably how he communicates with other orks when he isn't talking. In fact, he probably will always be fighting something, and if he isn't fighting something, then he is thinking about fighting something. Orks also grow stronger and bigger the more they fight, so RAAAUUGGH! will always grow bigger as he fights more.

Ork Accuracy: Orks are hilariously bad at hitting things when shooting at stuff. In fact, the only way they kill something by shooting at something is by simply shooting so many bullets that eventually one hits. This means that even though his slugga is classified as a pistol, it is actually a rapid firing weapon.

Equipment: A Slugga and a Choppa (Slugga is a pistol that blows holes through steel plating and has horrible accuracy and a choppa is something he chops things up with.)

[Arhra]

Inbred: Given how currency has already come up, I hope that fellow doesn't going around trying to use teef!

On the bright side, human teeth are much smaller than ork teeth, so they're not worth very much.

[Overcast]

On the other hand unlike Ork teef human teeth don't decay after they fall out of the mouth. Only while in the mouth.

[PyrosNine]

I'll admit that one reason why i haven't posted yet is the thought of boil pus being held under my nose is too gross for me to pick any response except murder, I was weighing my options. Just get Senna some juice, and maybe I dunno a health potion or something, and she will rise!

[Overcast]

BAH! Little pus never killed anyone.

[PyrosNine]

BAH! Little pus never killed anyone.

But it's GROOOOOSSSSSSssssss! :crying:

[Overcast]

Al is gross. This is a thing he is. The redshirt has the right idea in not shaking his hand.

[Inbred Chocobo]

And now for an impression of the beaches of Normandy.

[Overcast]

If Al knew anything about Orks right now he would roll intimidate in order to let the big guy know who the Big Boss is here.

As he knows nothing about Orks, he will instead very likely try to kill him. But that will be tomarrow, for now I sleep.

[Arhra]

I make no promises regarding how well entrenched the enemy troops are.

[Arhra]

Oh my, things are looking rather... dicey. :smug:

[Intern Nin]

Boo! Get off the stage!

[Inbred Chocobo]

Alas, RAAAUUGGH! really is a terrible shot.

[Arhra]

Also RAAAUUGGH! is not actually that tough.

[Overcast]

He's just one Nob/Boy vs a Primaris Psyker doling out a Lighting Arc.
S6 AP5 Assault and he rolled 10 shots on his 2d6. You'd have to be dead 'ard to get through that with your teef intact.

[Shyria Dracnoir]

*shows up to the fight 15 minutes late with juice*

[Overcast]

Stealth Kolbolds gotta spend a round poisoning their weapon.

[Arhra]

Now, now let's not devolve into dice pedantry.

Orks are very tough and can walk off what would be an incapacitating wound to a normal person, but looking on being shot by a marksman as a 'sneeze' and just being briefly stunned by a ridiculously well cast lightning bolt is obviously going too far.

[Overcast]

Oh, no actually I was agreeing with you. In the war game as just one unit in an army he'd be superdead. Al's powers by good fortune do not kill anyone but himself.

[PyrosNine]

Oh Google translate, NPF is not properly formatted for your greatness!

[Inbred Chocobo]

Now, now let's not devolve into dice pedantry.

Orks are very tough and can walk off what would be an incapacitating wound to a normal person, but looking on being shot by a marksman as a 'sneeze' and just being briefly stunned by a ridiculously well cast lightning bolt is obviously going too far.

Remember, the default weapon for the Imperial Guards is a lasgun, a rifle that shoots lasers. In our day and age that thing would actually put holes into tanks and melt anyones face off. Though in Warhammer 40k, all it really does is act like a nice flashlight considering how tough everyone is.

Of course, a lightning bolt thrown from magic acts like a lightning bolt thrown from the warp, I don't really see how that can be jazzed up.

[Arhra]

Nonetheless.

[Overcast]

You'll understand why equalization is occurring when the son of the Sun arrives. No matter what universe you are from if we were playing this by relative strength he wins.

[Arhra]

Are you sure?

Have you checked?

[Steel Shadow]

Arrives? Don't be silly. He's already here.

... He may have forgotten to turn off a charm or two.

[Girasol of Chaos]

Clearly he forgot to turn off that charm that makes people forget about him. He's already introduced himself to everyone! Or so I think. I actually don't remember.

Mr Daysun, please put the fourth wall back. We need it badly.

[Overcast]

HE STOLE MY EYE ARHRA.

[Steel Shadow]

He was gunna give it back! Maybe! Sorta.

You weren't using it anyway!

---------- Post added at 06:07 PM ---------- Previous post was at 04:28 PM ----------

There, I have appeared!

[mauve]

I'm not sure if I should give Jimmy some sorta translating device since he's from SPACE FUTURE, or if I should be cruel and say he had one attached to his helmet. Which he pawned off beforehand for boozemonies.

[Intern Nin]

Just say that he has translator microbes in his brain-stem.

[Arhra]

Oh since some people seem to be getting the wrong idea, this is a beach bar!

It's a big, partially enclosed, thatched roof shed built around a little bar and kitchen. There's more tables and chairs with umbrellas scattered around outside.

HE STOLE MY EYE ARHRA.
Don't drag me into this! Nothing good can come of that!

I'm not sure if I should give Jimmy some sorta translating device since he's from SPACE FUTURE, or if I should be cruel and say he had one attached to his helmet. Which he pawned off beforehand for boozemonies.
Trust your feelings!

[Intern Nin]

Oh since some people seem to be getting the wrong idea, this is a beach bar!

It's a big, partially enclosed, thatched roof shed built around a little bar and kitchen. There's more tables and chairs with umbrellas scattered around outside.
Clearly, this is the work of a wizard, one that has us all under some kind of an illusion spell to make us see a bar that is different from the actual bar that we are in. All part of their evil wizard plan, no doubt.

[PyrosNine]

I remember this one time, I was in a tavern, that wasn't a saloon, and it was in the new west.

The solution was to make one of the options explode with dynamite until all confusion was cleared.

[Arhra]

"I do hope you have a way of paying for that."
And then Senna was a waitress?!

Quick clarification for everyone. Telm is the barman but the bar does not sell alcohol until midday, by which point he expects to already be back here (dun dun duuuun?). Other people will be looking after the bar until this time, including Gnome, who lacks sympathy. They will still sell food and various fruity drinks until then.

[Arhra]

After my trip last week, I was wondering why things had slowed down and then I realised it was because there were things waiting on me! Derp!

Given how events sort of taper down to a few people, I'm thinking about a policy about starting up new things directly involving people who are sort of on the edges of current events. Should be interesting to see how it plays out.