An Outsider

Dragon Age: Darkest Days character sheets

Character name:

Corraich Fiadhaich

Appearance



Class:

Warrior

Skills and talents:

Corraich is an extremely capable warrior, having fought in some form or an other across several kingdoms for almost 15 years now. He can wield the axe, sword , knife or mace with equal skill, is an excellent fist fighter and has earned his stripes in shield walls across the land. Though he is nothing special with a bow he can still shoot an arrow when it is called for.

He has learnt several languages from his time travelling the world, understands strategy and tactics, as well as how to hunt, track, cook, ride, make basic potions from herbs and steal. If it can help him stay alive he can do it.

The Chasind are famed as hunters and trackers, and can rival elves in their stealth skills. Corraich is no exception, being extremely nimble and quiet when it is called for, even for such a large man.

When pressed in battle he can be swamped by a berserker like rage. When possessed by the rage he is stronger, quicker and feels no pain. However he is then unable to distinguish friend from foe, making him a danger to all around him. He tries to refrain from entering this state.

Items:

His prized possession is his Chasind flat blade, a deceptively simple looking weapon that has been handed down from father to son in his family for decades. He wears a tattered old great coat made from the skin of Tursa, the Great Bear. Corraich has several hunting and throwing knifes secreted around his person, ascribing to the belief that one can never have too many blades. His wife made him a small pendant which he wears at all times. Apparently the clan shaman blessed it, and it will protect him from hostile magic’s. Whether this is true or not he doesn’t know. At the start of the Rp he has gotten his hands on a good, two handed steel battleaxe.

Bio:

Hard places breed hard men, and the Korcari wilds is about as hard a place as they come. This saying has never been more apt than when discussing the infamous raider, warrior and barbarian; Corraich Fiadhaich. Born in an unremarkable and unnamed Chasind village somewhere in the Korcari wilds, his early life was much like his peers, save that Corraich’s father was the leader of his small community. His father was once a warrior and raider of some renown, and as it became apparent that Corraich had inherited his fathers size and strength it was decided he should be trained in the way of the sword in anticipation of him one day joining a stalker group. Corraich took to his training with gusto, and on the day of his thirteenth birthday headed out on his first raid, nothing more than a scavenging run against southern Ferelden.

From then on he joined every raid he could as soon as they would take him, desperate to earn a name for himself. The older men were sure he was destined for a early grave. Corraich proved them wrong though, and he soon made his skills as a warrior and a raider apparent. Corraich’s luck improved, receiving his own Mabarri hound, a strong and fierce beast that became his constant companion, and getting married to a beautiful young maiden who bore him two strong sons. His village became strong and rich through a combination of good fortune, good leadership and Corraichs raiding. The other clans grew jealous though, and soon he found himself fighting other Chasind as well as Ferelden knights.

The short clan war was fierce and brutal, but Corraich managed to led his outnumbered forces to a stalemate against their enemy. A truce was begrudgingly called, with all parties agreeing to an end to the blood letting. Some disagreed though, feeling that Corraich should suffer for his hand in killing their friends and allies, and so a group of his enemies led a secret nigh time raid against his home. As luck would have it Corraich was out that night. His foes, disgusted at this turn of events, decided to not let the night become a total waste. They had their way with his wife, killed his hound, then set his home ablaze with his family still inside. The crime was well done though, leaving not a trace of who had committed the act. When Corraich found out what had happened a grim and terrible rage took him. Without any proof he fell upon the closest enemy he could find, breaking every rule of the strict ceasefire. Many men fell to his blade that day, both friend and foe, and when he came back to his senses he realised that even his father couldn’t save him from his crimes. Only sparing the time it took to bury the charred remains of his family he fled the wilds, escaping out into the world at large.

Since then he has travelled the world, selling himself out as a mercenary, bodyguard, a bouncer and one memorable stint as an actor. His new found wanderlust is matched only by his desire to return home and look upon his old homeland, but he knows that to go back would invite only death and disaster.

The Korcari wilds is a hard place, and he just wasn’t hard enough to survive it.

The League - Superhero Sci Fi and Urban Fantasy RP

Dblade26 said
That's kind of a bigger problem though. One or two of your GM posts at least have involved auto-hitting the PCs which...is kind of bad for reasons similar to this.Sorry for the criticisms, I haven't slept for a long while but this stuff's been bothering me.

To offer a counter argument (just cause I'm contrary by nature) I encourage ya to use you're GM powers to auto-hit Volt. A lot of Rp'ers I've seen in the past can lapse into Marty-Stu territory with their characters (Myself included) and I think its important for the GM to maintain that the PC's aren't invincible, especially in an RP like this. In my last post I was just gonna have Volt shock Shank into submission, but then decided against it, leaving it open ended for MrD, who then had Shank break free and auto-hit Volt a few times. Arguably this makes for a much more exciting scene, which I had to use my imagination to deal with.

The League - Superhero Sci Fi and Urban Fantasy RP

“Gaaargh!” said Hi-Voltage. Admittedly it isn’t the most intellectual of things he’s ever said, but it was the best he could come up with considering he’d just had a knife sink itself into his thigh. The pain was excruciating, blood streaming from the laceration almost immediately. It was all Volt could do just to stay standing. He could hear Silvertongue desperately demanding to know what had happened, but all he could think was ‘This is what you get for making terrible puns when ya shoulda been sealing the deal, Tommy-Boy’

Shank reappeared to his left, slashing away wildly with his knife which scored a neat little knick right under Volt’s ribs. The Lightning-Slinger swung a right hook at the villain, hitting only empty air. The criminal materialise at his right now, the tell-tale pop and another biting cut, this time across Volt’s cheek, announcing his presence. The hero through a straight right this time, but again went unrewarded for his efforts. The exchange went back and forth like this for a while, the evasive Shank happy to lead a merry game of cat and mouse that left Volt looking like bloody mincemeat.

Come on Tommy, you’re better than this. If you don’t do something soon he’s gonna leave you looking like a used butchers chopping board. Volt was tiring now, but was far from beat. He’d be damned if he was gonna die in America at the hands of some no-name punk after all he’d gone through back home. One more pop, one more little cut to his collection, Shank’s grinning mug looking like he’d already bagged and tagged his superhero prize.

“Last one, wank,” snarled Tommy, fumbling for a decent threat. The villain blinked outta existence, just what Tommy was hoping for. The Lightning-Slinger spread his arms wide and released several prolonged bursts of electrical energy, him at the centre of a localised lightning storm, about five meters big in radius. If I can’t hit him with precision then I’ll just blanket the whole damn area. You’re in for a shock as soon as you port back in Shank.

Ultimate DC: Shadows Among Us

I'm definitely interested in this one.

Justice League

“So I hope full league intervention won’t be necessary Jonn but . . .” Arthur and Martian Manhunter we’re deep in conversation, trying to come up with some peaceful resolution to the problems facing Atlantis when they were disturbed by an incoming transmission by Superman, requesting immediate teleportation to the Watchtower. Clark sounded odd, Arthur and Jonn exchanging worried glances as the Martian locked onto the Man of Steel’s position. Seconds past, then Superman appeared in a flash of light, his face grave.

"I fear the Watchtower may soon become compromised, we need to be on full alert," warned the Man of Steel, his warning becoming a dire prediction as a mere heartbeat later the Watchtowers surveillance warning lights whined into life, heralding the approach of a menacing looking armada that seemed to blink into existence from hyperspace. Dozens, perhaps hundreds, of ships that looked like the one that had attacked earth earlier surrounded a giant cruiser in the shape of a metallic skull streaming long, grasping tentacles. Skull shaped ships are never a good sign!

With a growing sense of unease Arthur realised the entire armada was on a collision course with the Watchtower, an unerringly straight path that promised only destruction. While Jonn and Mr Terrific were busy assembling the rest of the league the King of the Sea’s was staring straight out at the fleet, his stern gaze scanning for any weakness in formation or any a sign for a strategy that may give the League an upper hand, but the cosmic invaders were inscrutable. The only avenue was to hit the enemy hard with a multi-faced pre-emptive attack, something he could hear Diana already counselling Superman with. Another reason he admired the Amazonian, she understood that battle was won by the brave.

It was a good plan, but looking at the foe Arthur was unsure if it would be enough. Could a handful of heroes stop such a juggernaut as that skull-ship? Would their line in the sand be enough? Arthur hoped so, but he knew that if hopes were fishes then the poor wouldn’t go hungry.

“I agree with Diana,” he announced to Clark and Jonn “I’ll take a team of heroes on a javelin and lead the assault squad myself, though I don’t think we should put all our eggs in one basket. Jonn, appraise the worlds governments of what is happening, we should be ready in case the unthinkable happens and we fail here. And please contact Atlantis and tell them their King orders them to marshal the armies, ready to reinforce the surface world. I would do it myself, but I am out of communication range here.” Fortune favours the bold, it is often said. Let us also hope she favours the foolhardy.

Justice League

ZeusTheMoose said
She is one of the people trapped In Kandor yes. I didn't want her existing yet because I wanted to emphasize the sole survivor aspect of Superman, to mak the revelation about Kandor's existence have more of an impact on him. It' was a good introduction, but I'd appreciate it if you could capitalize the starts of your sentences and use periods. I don't mean to be a dick or a grammar nazi, but that's part of casual roleplay standards. I did approve his bio, and I thought being funded by Lex Luthor was a sufficient connection to the DCU. That's not really that dissimilar to being something like a former sidekick of an established superhero, which is what Shifter is. "Having a connection to the DCU" is an admittedly vague statement, but I do think that Maximums fits the bill.Next time just be sure to send a quick PM first. But I'm sure you guys can work things out. As it stands right now, Batman and Robin are infiltrating Luthor's tower to get info on the whole Kahndaq situation. All NacNak really established was that Luthor happened to be watching some scientists work on something while this was going on.There's a code red at the Watchtower right now, but Dblade and Vita be sure to complete your mission with Lex before reporting back to the Watchtower and joining in the fight. It's believable that Batman would want to take care of that first, because he's more of a street-level hero, and there's plenty of superpowered heroes in the Justice League to handle cosmic threats. Batman is an asset against those threats, no doubt about it, but he's real expertise is investigation.I'm going to let BlackSam make a post in the IC first, because his last post left off with Aquaman going to speak to J'onn about some issues with Atlantis and I feel like he should have the opportunity to have that conversation, or at least start to have it, before Brainainc's forces show up and he has to hop into battle. So after BlackSam's next psot, I'll try to post again. I really think the ideas that BlackSam has brought to the table, like Atlantis being fed up with humans dumping waste in the water and stuff like that, fits well with the theme of the story and the reason Brainiac has come to Earth in the first place. In the future having Brainaic sort of trying to turn Aquaman against the humans and trying to show him how inherently evil he believes them to be will set up some great character moments. And I'm hoping that in the climax of the story we might see Aquaman calling upon the armies of Atlantis to rise up and help defend the humans or something to that effect. That would be a perfect story arc.

I'm in the middle of writing the post right now Zeus, wont have to wait to long! And I was thinking that the troubles of Atlantis could become a later storyline for us, I'm glad to see you've noticed the groundwork I've been laying. The armies of Atlantis being called to help the surface world could easily lend itself to my idea!

As to Batman I have to say I disagree. Bruce, while primarily concerning himself with Gotham, is a pragmatist. To his mind Lex Luthor, while still an evil man, isn't bent on destroying the world. Batman, on seeing the approaching alien invasion, would put two and two together, realising that the invasion would take precedence over any problem he has with lexcorp's war profiteering. It's why Bruce is so ambiguous about his desire to be in the League. He knows the Leagues problems always take precedence over anything else.

Just food for Dblades thought

the Green Lantern Corps

Kangutso said
Sam, by knowing several languages, do you mean from his world? Or from his sector?And for KL, HI!

Learnt several languages from his world. I know it's a moot point with the ring, but I wanted something to showcase his ability to learn. Sorry for the confusion, I've edited it to be clearer.

The League - Superhero Sci Fi and Urban Fantasy RP

Why don't you have her use her tendrils to incapacitate some gunmen?

As for why you have the more difficult mission its probably because Pariah wants to separate the wheat from the chaff. Make it hard and get rid of the no-users. Between that, the fact that he wont show any leeway because the enemy wont, and that our enemies in the mission aren't the smartest, you guys just got unlucky.

the Green Lantern Corps

Name: Magnar 'The Undying'

Age: 72

Sector: 17

Homeworld: Caervornia, a world very much like a medieval earth, with one key difference. Caervornia is a land of magic and myth, where wizards craft strange magic's and dragons rule the skies.

Personality: He's been called a killer, an outlaw and a scourge. Desperate to start again he is keen to give a more altruistic path a try. Magnus thinks he is easy-going, friendly and loyal. However he struggles to contain his darker traits. He's not one for handing out second chances, despite looking for one himself.

Experience: 6 months

Constructs: Bastard Sword, Hand Shield, Chained Flails, Crossbow, Throwing Knives. On the whole Magnar isn't very imaginative with his constructs, preferring brutal efficiency over fancy sophistication.

Former Occupation: Sell Sword.

Alien Power: Berserker Rage. Gives him increased strength, speed and reactions, while he ignores any wounds he gains. However he stops recognising the difference between friend and foe, and his constructs lose any sophistication.

Appearance:

Powers and/or Abilities: Magnar is an extremely capable warrior, having fought in some form or an other across several kingdoms for almost 20 years now. He learnt several languages from his own world, understands strategy and tactics, as well as how to hunt, track, cook, ride and steal. If it can help him stay alive he can do it.
When pressed in battle he can be swamped by a berserker like rage. When possessed by the rage he is stronger, quicker and feels no pain. However he is then unable to distinguish friend from foe, making him a danger to all around him. He tries to refrain from entering this state.

Personal History: Born in the highlands of Braeheid, Magnar was raised by his father to be a crofter. However the north is a dangerous place, so he was also trained to be able to fight. Even from a young age Magnar knew which he preferred. He joined every raid he could as soon as they would take him, desperate to earn a name for himself. The older men ironically called him 'The Undying' as they were sure he was destined for a early grave.

When simple clan infighting held no more attraction for him he left Braeheid, travelling to the Cragilan mainland. He fought wherever he could find a fight, travelling all the way to the Holy Lands and back. Whatever happened there changed him though as he now claims to want redemption for his past sins. Whatever those sins were, he isn't saying, but they seem to be weighing pretty heavy on him.

Seven months ago, after he put to paid a particularly nasty group of bandits who were poaching dragon eggs, he received his Green Lantern ring, the same ring that once adorned the finger of the infamous Jack T Chance. Though Magnar may not be the most deserving man in the universe, he does have the sorta chops needed to survive sector 17's specific dangers.

Miscellaneous: His familly is supposed to possess Fae blood, which may explain his wanderlust and bizarre battle fury.

The League - Superhero Sci Fi and Urban Fantasy RP

Not dead yet, not dead yet! The line repeated itself in Tommy's head, over and over again like a feverish mantra. His battle plans, tactics and strategies, his enemies movements and where to shoot, the cries of the wounded and Silvertongues incessant nagging. All this thoughts and distractions flew through his head, but behind it all, like a niggling worm buried in his skull was 'Not dead yet, not dead yet'. His allies had appeared quickly after the action had kicked off, like magic really. Maybe one of the other new guys was a caster of some sort.

Volt's vision was back to normal now, so he could see that the two hostages had already been extracted. That was a good, he'd been unable to use any of his more 'unfriendly' powers, like a blanket shock, in fear of hurting them. Now he couldn't use them in case he fried any of his teammates, but at least they could take care of themselves.

Somehow the Lightning-Slinger had managed to take down Boomer and Burnout before the fight had even started in earnest, good luck in all honesty, but now the other meta villains had scattered. Sarin had turned to gas, chasing Sonja across the hall, and Bouncer was in the process of trying to break Wenchang's skull open with her feet. That only left Shank. . .

The tell-tale sound of a teleporter's power being used sounded as if on cue, coming from right behind Volt. That can't be a good sign. God, I hate teleporters! The Lightning-Slinger spun to his left, his enhanced speed and amazing reflex's meaning that Shank's knife hardly brushed against him, the rest of the damage being negated by his toughened flesh. Still, he managed to rip my jumpsuit, mores the pity. These things don't grow on tree's after all. Shank barely had time to blink before Volt had grabbed a hold of his knife-wielding wrist in a vice like grasp, squeezing a little to hard for the villain to be comfortable. The teleporter struggled to pull his hand free, but it was fruitless against Volt's super-strength. Might as well have been wrestling a python. Shank began to panic, his common sense flying out the window. He didn't even have the wherewithal to try and teleport away, not that it woulda done him much good seeing as Volt was stuck to him like a limpet now, instead trying to beat at the Lighting-Slinger with his free hand.

"YOU AIN'T NO PIZZA-BOY!" Cried the helpless teleporter, spittle flying from his mouth. Volt grinned in return.

"Shocking, isn't it?" he replied, as his arm light up with a dozen dancing arks of electricity, getting ready to let Shank feel what its like to be tasered.