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Witcher, James Wan's Conjuring, dark fantasy-inspired RP

I should have an OOC up later on tonight.

Witcher, James Wan's Conjuring, dark fantasy-inspired RP

@Pathfinder Typical monsters they hunt are ogres, manbeasts (wolf/hyena/tiger/lion men), reptilians and mermen. These types have functioning communities, but aren't intelligent and usually hostile to people. Then there are hybrid beasts that are just straight up feral and wreak havoc wherever they go. Big game, colossal in scale, often romanticized in cultures as legendary beasts, the hybrids are the closest thing to demons most Seekers have encountered.

There's a little under 500 seekers. Of the 500, only 80-90 actually live up to the myths told about them. Those few have in some shape or form battled with the paranormal to a mild degree (mainly dealing with phantoms or possessed people or beasts). The demonology aspect of their craft is reserved for the best/committed of them all, but its teachings and practices are still in their infancy. Basically there isn't just one tried and true method to combat the paranormal. The most practical way is using blessed/cursed items and just kill physical vessels, but to seal portals from the underworld, or exorcise demons from people/beasts can be complicated. That part will kind of open up to RPers as we advance into Emulis via NPC tag-along.

Witcher, James Wan's Conjuring, dark fantasy-inspired RP

Thanks for showing interest!

@Mag Lev I played it a long time ago and never finished it. Just got a great deal on the complete edition for PS4 and looking to start it up all over again. Room mate has said nothing but great things about the DLC.

@Pathfinder Sounds good.

I want to try and refrain from info dumping in the OOC and keep it pretty limited to allow everyone some creative breathing room. If anything, I'll post basic stuff about Tocratia, Emulis, and The Grandshield.

Witcher, James Wan's Conjuring, dark fantasy-inspired RP

The Kingdom of Emulis has reached out to the Grandshield, a swordseeker covenant that specializes in the paranormal. This is an unprecedented event, for the pragmatic Emulis have isolated themselves from the rest of the world for centuries. The message was delivered with the wax seal of the iron mace and sunflower, proving its legitimacy alongside the bags of gold that came with it.

The letter does not elaborate on Emulis' plight, only that discretion and the Grandshield's best seekers are needed. It was written in a hurried pace, but confirmed from the Grandshield's graphologists that the calligraphy belongs to Grand Duke Clairevoi, second to Emulis Kingship.

According to the Duke's instructions, the Swordseekers are to meet a scoutsman just outside Emulis territory by the end of the week. Brave and battle-hardened as can be, the heralds sent on behalf of Grandshield still have mixed emotions about their new assignment. Not only are they flying blind into a land no living outsider has ever stepped foot in, but the reason for their services are yet to be revealed. Such is the way of the famous Grandshield Swordseekers -- falling face first onto the devil's horns.

As you guessed, we're a group of Seekers looking to aid the Kingdom of Emulis for reasons unknown, but you can most certainly expect ghosts, ghouls, monsters, and demons of the highest order.

Yay, nay?

Notes:
-The Swordseekers of the Grandshield are basically a glorified mercenary group of hunters. It is a very corrupt organization. Many Seekers use their status to con people into buying counterfeit goods said to cure ailments or ward off angry ghosts. Only a select few have actually dealt with spirits and demons -- the wild beastiary of the land are often mistaken for paranormal monsters.
-The entire continent is called Roviat and there are a bunch of kingdoms and fiefdoms loosely ruled by The Tocratia Empire.
-Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, and Humans inhabit Roviat.
-Monsters roam the land. Spirits and demonology are questionable ideologies and not generally accepted beliefs.
-The Seekers that are experienced with the paranormal use blessed and cursed weapons, items, artifacts, and armor.
-European Medieval setting, mild-to-low magic use.

Green's MMA Academy: The Fighter's College

Rambo

Name: Norifumi Rambachartchai
Nickname: Rambo
Age: 20
Nationality: Thai-Japanese
Appearance:

Fighting Style: An unorthodox hodgepodge of classic boxing, Pancrase, shoot wrestling and Muay Thai
Record: Rambo has a combined professional fighting record of 7-12-4. All of his wins are from Muay Thai matches. All of his losses and draws come from boxing and kickboxing. His current MMA record is 2-7-1.
Weight Class: Lightweight
Height/Reach: 5'7"/69 inches

Background: Norifumi Rambachartchai was born into a family of fighters known as the Ramba Clan! His mother Mari Ramba was a Judo bronze medalist in the Olympics. His father, Eagle Ramba, was a former WBO Asia-Pacific bantamweight boxing champion. His three older brothers, Shinsuke, Klahan, and Awutkiet have also made a name for themselves in the martial arts community. Shinsuke followed in his father's footsteps and is currently the WBO Asia-Pacific Welterweight champion. Klahan is following in his mother's footsteps and is currently training for the Thai judo Olympic team, and Awutkiet runs an MMA gym under the family name - working with a number of solid contenders and soon-to-be Muay Thai and regional MMA champions.

And then there's Rambo. The juvenile rebel, misguided and irresponsible. He was once touted as a fighting prodigy, praised for having a natural fighting instinct that only the great ones possessed. Unfortunately, Rambo did not take his profession as serious as his family did. He assumed the role of the entertainer and fought like a showboating clown. Rambo quickly went from budding prospect to sideshow journeyman. The skill and talent were there, but Rambo's commitment to the fight game came second to earning a paycheck, which never lasted the week. Rambo eventually had a falling out with his family. He ended up traveling all over the world with his promoter, bouncing around gyms and fight venues, losing money more than making it. After he spent sometime in the states building up his lackluster MMA career, an American reached out and invited Rambo to his fight academy. It was All-American UFC Hall of Famer, Dan Green. With the funds drying up and standing at a proverbial crossroads, it didn't take long for Norifumi to accept the offer.

Other: Rambo is basically a fighting meme. Known for his flamboyant ring entrances and 'jazzercise' footwork where he bobs and weaves and playfully banters with his opponents and referees. These antics usually cause him to get disqualified, and if he escapes the fight without penalty, the judges are rarely kind to him on the scorecards. The nickname Rambo was given by a western media commentator, who kept butchering his name when he was calling one of his fights.

Hope I can join in. Looks fun!

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

The Master of Kung Fu
Shang-Chi
The Immortal Iron Fist!

Previously... Shang-Chi was looking to rack in some extra dough by throwing his fight against one of the top local MMA fighters. The two-timing promoter he made this shady deal with apparently had other plans and decided to leave without paying Shang-Chi his money! The Master of Kung Fu found himself tracking down the promoter, which led him to a nightclub called Wild Style Lounge. As if Shang-Chi wasn't agitated enough, the contemptuous avatar of the Iron Fist, Shao-Yu the Undying, resides within him. The demon has been a foul nuisance, putting Shang-Chi in an unwanted confrontation with three nightclub bouncers.

PART 2: NO SHIRT? NO LOVE!
Wild Style Lounge, NY

Flint Macintosh. A 45 year old former world champion turned bottom wrung fight promoter. He was the hometown hero in his heyday. They called him "The Dagger" because of his dagger-like jab that used to slice his opponents faces up in the ring. Funny how the name took on a whole new meaning once he hung his gloves up. Flint went into the business as a promoter hoping to "clean the sport up" and "make sure the fighters are treated fairly." Ten years in this business and he's done more harm than good. From bribing judges, to paying fighters to lose their fights on purpose, and cutting said fighters' pay because of "promoting fees". It didn't take long for Flint to go from hometown hero, to rotten sleaze ball. You'd think shortchanging trained professional fighters would make for a stupid occupational hazard, but the old lion is still a lion, and his fangs are deadlier than ever.

"You want another one?" The bartender said, eyeing the new patron that Flint brought in with him. The newbie had a baby face look, but the guy was built like a tank. Celtic designs were tattooed on the sides of his shaved Mohawk.

"Nah, Marky." Flint cut in, sitting down next to the young man who made the ex champ look like a child by size comparison. "He's cut off. My boy Tiger Blood here is training for a fight."

"That never stopped you, Dagger!" The bartender laughed as he brought out a bottle of whiskey from under the table. The guy supposedly named Tiger Blood grinned, but Flint wasn't amused.

"Damn straight, so keep it goin." Flint grabbed Tiger Blood's glass and set it down on his own coaster. Tiger Blood groaned, but Flint raised his hand with the click of his tongue. "You win four world class titles and defend em 23 times, then you can do whatever the hell you want. Right now, you don't even have a dime to ya name."

Tiger Blood shamefully lowered his head, but after Flint took his shot of whiskey, the promoter drew in close and slapped the back of his shoulder. "Hey, don't worry kid. Before you know it your face is gonna be plastered all over New York so damn much, you're gonna get sick of lookin at ya self. You won't even need a god damn mirror, you'll be so popular!" Tiger Blood shook his head as he was being reassured.

"Just take a look at some of those bums from tonight's fight card." Flint continued, gesturing to the bartender for another refill. "You've got more talent in ya left nut than anyone in there. O'Donnell ain't got nothin on ya. Hell, anyone could beat that little Asian guy he fought."

Tiger Blood shook his head, mumbling incoherently and smiling right after. Flint busted up laughing. "You're damn right. Hell, my grandma could've beaten that Shang-Chi bum, and she's swimmin with the fishes!" Flint said. They both laughed.

The bartender and Tiger Blood watched as Flint raised his shot glass. "Cheers!" Flint yelled, turning now to face Tiger Blood's entourage that was strewn about the VIP section of the bar. They've been racking up Flint's tab with shot-after-shot, but the promoter didn't mind. He'll be profiting off of his budding prospect in the same way Tiger Blood's entourage is leeching off of him now. The big bucks were coming, and Flint has every intention of shortchanging his fighter, even if it gets him bankrupt and back out on the streets. It wouldn't be the first time he's done it. "To the future undisputed heavyweight champion of the world!"

There was a big crash, followed by loud screams from the clubbers downstairs. Tiger Blood's entourage peered down from the balcony, pointing and hollering.

"Oh shit! Guys check this out!" One of them called out to Tiger Blood and Flint. They both looked at each other, puzzled, and then casually walked over to the balcony. Crowds of people were stampeding away from the violent chaos. Bodies were being flung across the room.

"What's going o--" Flint gasped and went into panic mode. "Shit."

In that moment, Flint locked eyes with a madman in medieval armor. He was swinging a giant mace around with no regard for human life.

"DAGGER!!!" The armored man screamed from the top of his lungs, pointing his mace now up at Flint. "TIME TO COLLECT WHAT'S MINE!"

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Just as the three bouncers were charging at Shang-Chi from all sides, the double doors of the front entrance busted wide open. People swarmed out in a dazed panic. The bouncers immediately switch gears to the more pressing matter at hand.

"Hey what the hell's going on in there?" One of the bouncers yelled into his walkie.

Someone from the other end instantly replied."Some costumed freak is attacking people with a mace! Get the hell in here and help us!"

"Let's go!" The bouncer said to the other two. "Leave the weirdo- hey! Where'd he go?" Shang-Chi took advantage of the situation and slipped away into the herd unnoticed. He entered the building, completely unaware of the trouble waiting for him inside.

End of Part 2!

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Finals are done! Working on a shang-chi post. Should have it up by tomorrow.

I'll get a Howard post up hopefully by end of this weekend.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

@Dedonus I'd pretty much be adding nonsensical shenanigans he got into in Cleveland and Florida before he landed in NY. If you think that's vital for the cs I can add that sometime on weds!

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Okay, for everyone with pending character sheets (i.e. ones that I have not given my stamp of approval), please provide a link to the completed character sheet or repost it so I do not have to shift through pages of OOC.

@Dedonus

Here ya go.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Ok. So @Dedonus if it's cool with you, I'd like to get Shang-Chi active again as IF. My submission for the Duck still stands :D