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Fantasy's Shattering

The cursed swordsman stood at the edge of the clearing, shrouded by leaves and dark foliage. The ghostly spectre had been observing the great beast, watching and waiting, hoping it would reveal a weakness to him. But alas, after he had watched it for what could have been days or weeks, the great thing awoke, and the specter was found. At the first roar the fatalistic dead man rushed the green scaled horror, slashing his ruined blade across its chest. Though the scales were barely scratched his blade cut a very different wound far deeper. It's essence, the beasts soul had been his target and he had given it a sound thrash with his blade. Unfortunately, dragons had strong souls to match their bodies, and the pain led only to anger the beast, but it did serve to drive the beast into the air, surprised by its damaged soul. Now, thought the impossibly old specter, now the chase would begin.

The great green dragon soared into the air, green fire leaking from his maw. But the spectre could keep up... for a time, on foot. Giving his limbs the strength of the curse, and pouring his soul into his legs he kept pace with the flying lizard. It would land soon he thought... why did he think that? He could not remember... but he felt as though he had fought dragons before... when did he do that? It didn't matter though, as it flew he couldn't help but feel he was close to... something... people? He was unsure but as it landed he brought himself to a halt, allowing his body to return to its slow, dead and clumsy nature... Though now that he saw the beast again the spectre was no longer sure he could slay the great beast.

Fantasy's Shattering

Tell me what you think!

Fantasy's Shattering

Well here goes nothing

The cursed swordsman

Appearance:
Height:6'2 (if he stood up straight) 5'9 in appearance
Weight:237 lb.
Hair color:Black
Eye color:Red

Name:The cursed swordsman (Gilligan to those who ask for a name)

Age:?

History:Though not a well known tale, there have long been rumours of a terrible specter in the west of the Imperium. Tales of a knight, hunched in rusting armor and draped in a tattered and dirty white cloak, haunts the Rivenwood. Rumors and speculation abound the mysterious specter, some say he is a demon, sent to harass the good and innocent, others claim he is a spirit of vengeance sent to punish the guilty and cruel, others say he is the ghost of a traitorous knight, who must atone for his sins with an eternity to wander the lands. This last one, is closest to the truth.
Now he searches for the legend relics... for perhaps they can ease his suffering

Personality:Gilligan is solemn and somber, an eternity of wandering has jaded him, and he seeks only salvation now. His mind has begun to fade... slowly with old memories gone or growing fuzzy in his mind, his solitude becoming his undoing. Though largely quiet, he can become a steadfast ally and friend... Despite his curse

Weapons

Rotted great sword
A truly ancient blade, which appears to be dull and worthless. In spite of its appearance the blade is very dangerous, reathed in dark ether, its dark energy affects more than just the physical being and can even cleave the soul in twain

Abilities (Magic)

Spectral gaze:A cold, dead stare, with the power of the grave behind it. The weak willed are paralyzed with fear, or run from his terrible visage, even those with strong minds become deeply disturbed.

Penitent spectre:Gilligan exist in both the physical world as well as the invisible realm of spirits, both of which he observes in tandem. This means that physical attacks as well as any magic or attacks from spirits effect him. However, it also means he can likewise interact with incorporeal beings just as he would a physical person.

Strength of the dead:Far stronger than the average human, as this mortal coil no longer contains his strength. Also, for a short time he can will his limbs to move faster, overcoming his normally slow and clumsy gait, however temporary the ability is.

Life hunt:His most powerful magical ability, this intensely draining and difficult power allows Gilligan to drain power from his targets soul, to temporarily boost his own abilities while weakening his opponent. He can only hold onto to the power for as long as he can will it to remain tethered to his own soul, after which the energy dissipates into the void.

Other

Veil of the curse
This invisible magical force is a primary effect of his curse. It intercepts any words the cursed man speaks and tinges them with the vile sound of lies and treachery. This leads virtually all people to distrust him, all but a few. Oddly, a small number of people do not perceive the veil, and here the poor man's words for how he truly intended them. Rather than a vile traitorous ghost these people see the proud, and remorseful knight underneath the curse... a man simply trying to atone for his sins. These people are rare though, and none are sure of why they do not perceive the veil.

The cursed wound
Gilligan's left arm hangs, shattered and useless under his tattered cloak until it is disturbed. Broken when he was cursed, the wound can never heal, and the bones shall never set. However, through titanic effort, he can force the arm to move (it is the arm he must use for life drain, contributing to the abilities difficulty) with his ghostly soul. For most of tge time however, it hangs, hidden and broken, like the Knights on pain and pride

Fantasy's Shattering

Where are you guys atm? Rivenwood?

Fantasy's Shattering

U was just wondering... are there any slots still open??

From the Ashes shall be Woken

I read the OOC of an RP he is in from his bio and the gm said 3 days ago that golem is on a trip and will be back next week

From the Ashes shall be Woken

Also I just found out why he is gone

From the Ashes shall be Woken

I agree, we really should let him handle it. I say there can't be mutiny until he has been offline AT LEAST a full week. Anything could have happened and since he hasn't officialy called it off I still have hope

The sound of thunder (OOTS original character RP)

"18 levels huh? Well... that would be very useful. And I've no intention on hurting anyone who doesn't deserve it, I am Neutral good after all. Though I'm not sure how close to azure city we are going to get... but we may pass by eventually." as Bozidar said this he wasn't really sure about it... or anything really... well at least now he wouldn't have to go back to the grove and ask the druids to handle it.

"Well... I suppose we should make some sort of official contract or... something right? I'm kinda new yo this whole adventuring thing... you know I've only got 9 levels of cleric so... I may be lower than both of you... but I can still be an effective healer. Plus I'm kinda forming the group so I can really be... fired... so anyone have paper or something? "

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

Name:Hailot Jatch

Age:223

Species:Krogan

Gender:Male

Appearanc:

Without armor

Occupation:Former blood pack merc, bouncer/freelance hitman

Class:Adept

Powers

Singularity
Warp
Shockwave
Pull
Throw
Lash

Weapons

M-77 Paladin hand cannon
M-12 Locust submachine gun

Armor

Heavy Battlemaster armor (Geth Armory)

Armor

Equipment
Standard omni-tool
Ammo

Personality
Jatch is a gruff and to the point krogan. He does what is employer asks as quickly and efficiently as possible. When speaking Jatch is blunt and to the point, rarely stalling or withholding information during a conversation. Though he can carry a conversation He objects to pointless and idle chit chat. When executing any task he wastes no time, and is very attentive to detail, from cleanups and such.
However he has problems with seeing the big picture, and like most krogan he can get very angry, though he has a pretty long fuse. A cool head... for a krogan.

Jatch is very serious, and tends to dislike people who mess around or joke to much. His favorite humour is dark and he likes it that way. Though intensely reliable, he can shift with employers, since trust isn't a well held krogan belief due to often betrayles between clans, gangs and individual krogan. So, he shifts to where he can look out for numero uno above anyone else. Despite this, he can make friends, and if they are truly trusted, they can trust him.

Bio
Born, like all Krogan, on Tuchanka, Jatch grew up on the inhospitable world like many other krogan, though he had an advantage. Jatch was one of the rare krogan born with Biotic talent, marking him from an early age to be a very desired clan member for any of the clans. Upon reaching adulthood he chose clan Hailot, believing them to be the strongest clan. Less than a decade later Jatch joined the blood pack wishing to fight out amongst the stars. For many years Jatch proved to be quite the powerful Biotic and more than competent merc, rising through the merc band due to his strength and Biotic ability. For almost a century he plundered with the blood pack, becoming more and more jaded each passing day. Eventually, he simply found he could earn far more freelancing as more than a merc. To that end he quit, and made his way to omega where he has never wanted for work since. Hired for his reliability, efficiency and experience he has had many jobs from hitman to bouncer to bodyguard. And now a new opportunity has opened up, and this krogan can't wait to get started.

Spectre