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S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

No idea what Dez's plans are, he might be looking to jump in and start smooth-talking Yakeru, Jared and MacKensie.

IIRC, he's looking at the refugee camp in his intro post.

S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

Faust

Faust

"Last Vanguard Hecatomb"

Species: Ancient Automaton

Gender: Male

Maturity: N/A (No lifecycle). Age Indeterminate: minimum 800+ years

Origin: Earth

Possessions:

Ancient War-Mage Robe- The clothes Faust woke up wearing. The clothing exhibits strange properties like holding no water even after being fully submersed or refusing to catch on sharp points or edges. The talismans rattle at the presence of active magic, even Faust's own.

Powers/Abilities:

Golem Body- Faust is a virtual walking tank. The grand majority of his body is metal and, because of this, is all but impervious to slashing or stabbing attacks, and body is incredibly resistant to physical attack in general. Without flesh, Faust does not need air, food or drink, though Rest is still useful even if not required.

Thaumic Heart- An artificial mana-heart grants Faust access to magic despite his artificial body. Tied into his very being, he is afforded easier access to magic that will only grow over time, though it is questionable if Spirits would be interested in a contract with something as alien as Faust. Additionally, to make easy use of symbol magic he will have to source lifeblood from elsewhere, as he has none of his own.

Triage- In Faust's past life he knew much about emergency medical care. Even with the superior ability and applicability of healing and regenerative magic over mundane medical care, being able to identify the form of an injury and then assess its severity in a short time is still valuable.

Description:
Faust is a machine built to mimic the shape of a human, wrapped in a War-mage's robe and decorated with protective talismans. Standing head and shoulders over most humans, he stands out in a crowd, thought his robes help to conceal his armored body. His greatest regret is his lack of a true face, instead left with a smooth dome of metal.
Here it stands
Faust is, deep down, still a kind soul. Though he is out of his depth in a world he is alien to, people still need help, and he still wants to help them. His drive to help the sick and injured is strong, and he has a particular soft spot for children. Faust is generally unafraid of confrontation and, if something he cares about is involved, will not hesitate to escalate.
The Last Vanguard Hecatomb
Shell-shocked by trauma, he is relying heavily on his emergency-response training to carry him through his current ordeal, but the cracks are quickly forming as the scope of his situation continues to increase. Being torn from his family and world after a botched summoning spell killed him has filled him with unshakeable existential horror. Having lost his humanity has led to a crisis of identity as he struggles to understand what he is. Finally, being dropped in the middle of a war, in a world he has no knowledge of has Faust feeling almost completely lost.
Bulwarks against the Dark
Faust has begun seeking to understand the new world he finds himself in. He seeks to understand his new form, it's origins and it's limitations, as he is likely to be stuck with it from here onward. He also has a definite interest in learning just what the physical and political landscape looks like, primarily so that he can make better informed choices about who to associate with, and to better understand the ongoing war. Behind all other questions is a simple one with no clear answer: where do I belong?
Our first sacrifices, but not our last

S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

Faust

Faust

"Last Vanguard Hecatomb"

Species: Ancient Automaton

Gender: Male

Maturity: N/A (No lifecycle). Age Indeterminate: minimum 800+ years

Origin: Earth

Possessions:

Ancient War-Mage Robe- The clothes Faust woke up wearing. The clothing exhibits strange properties like holding no water even after being fully submersed or refusing to catch on sharp points or edges. The talismans rattle at the presence of active magic, even Faust's own.

Powers/Abilities:

Golem Body- Faust is a virtual walking tank. The grand majority of his body is metal and, because of this, is all but impervious to slashing or stabbing attacks, and body is incredibly resistant to physical attack in general. Without flesh, Faust does not need air, food or drink, though Rest is still useful even if not required.

Thaumic Heart- An artificial mana-heart grants Faust access to magic despite his artificial body. Tied into his very being, he is afforded easier access to magic that will only grow over time, though it is questionable if Spirits would be interested in a contract with something as alien as Faust. Additionally, to make easy use of symbol magic he will have to source lifeblood from elsewhere, as he has none of his own.

Triage- In Faust's past life he knew much about emergency medical care. Even with the superior ability and applicability of healing and regenerative magic over mundane medical care, being able to identify the form of an injury and then assess its severity in a short time is still valuable.

Description:
Faust is a machine built to mimic the shape of a human, wrapped in a War-mage's robe and decorated with protective talismans. Standing head and shoulders over most humans, he stands out in a crowd, thought his robes help to conceal his armored body. His greatest regret is his lack of a true face, instead left with a smooth dome of metal.
Here it stands
Faust is, deep down, still a kind soul. Though he is out of his depth in a world he is alien to, people still need help, and he still wants to help them. His drive to help the sick and injured is strong, and he has a particular soft spot for children. Faust is generally unafraid of confrontation and, if something he cares about is involved, will not hesitate to escalate.
The Last Vanguard Hecatomb
Shell-shocked by trauma, he is relying heavily on his emergency-response training to carry him through his current ordeal, but the cracks are quickly forming as the scope of his situation continues to increase. Being torn from his family and world after a botched summoning spell killed him has filled him with unshakeable existential horror. Having lost his humanity has led to a crisis of identity as he struggles to understand what he is. Finally, being dropped in the middle of a war, in a world he has no knowledge of has Faust feeling almost completely lost.
Bulwarks against the Dark
Faust has begun seeking to understand the new world he finds himself in. He seeks to understand his new form, it's origins and it's limitations, as he is likely to be stuck with it from here onward. He also has a definite interest in learning just what the physical and political landscape looks like, primarily so that he can make better informed choices about who to associate with, and to better understand the ongoing war. Behind all other questions is a simple one with no clear answer: where do I belong?
Our first sacrifices, but not our last

S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

Still working on that CS, just having trouble thinking up an appropriate name, also the Discord link is out of date.

S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

Oh I had no doubt you caught them, Dark. You seem like someone that can appreciate a good pun. I forgot to @ Thin for that one.

Is that Liam O'Brien? Nice.

Either way, for #5 I was thinking a character with a functional, but frail body made of paper, though collapsing back into a book to hide or convenience would definitely on the menu.
"BEHOLD! The most POWERFUL pop-up book in the Grand Library! Look upon my handwriting and TREMBLE!"

#6 though, has a lot of dramatic potential, considering the history of the body and the transhumanism angle.

S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

There are puns and jokes in most of those lol, you even missed the first pun in #5. Also, what's Grimoire Weiss?

Also, 1 and 2 are just a loose human soul, just with the "otherworld" power bump associated with reincarnations. No divine or dark forces involved.

S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

Well let's see

1) Ghostly White-Mage/Healing Spirit. (Stuck with two spells without help, but a little can go a long way. White Mage already down, so no need to panic.)

2) Wraith / temporary bodysnatcher. (Hijack people's bodies and fight with them. heart-stoppingly spooky.)

3) Minotaur Lightning-Bruiser. (Huge, fast and strong. Mix in lightning symbol-magic for one hell of a charge.)

4) Minotaur Archer. (Imagine a walking siege ballista with horns. Bullseye.)

5) Paper-golem. (Recycled idea from an RP that folded. A walking, talking spellbook, potentially good for boosting magical abilities. Also shapeshifting!)

6) Quicksilver golem. (T-1000 on fantasy steroids. Really malleable concept.)

Edit:
7) Old Dryad. (Another healer-ish character, probably way more in tune with nature. Older than the trees, in this world and the otherworld.)

Each one has a few potential pre-reincarnation histories that will act as the character's driving force.

S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

Righto, so care to weigh in on some of the character ideas I'm considering?

S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

Definitely interested, and have enough character ideas that I may just end up putting it to a dice roll.

That being said, are all the PCs waking up from the coffins, or just some?

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

Adam Gilford

The Starstrike had dutifully escorted the Explorer One out of the Area of Operations, and was in the middle of returning to it's allies when a high-priority alert flashed over a maintenance screen for a moment.
[WARNING: Command Network Abruptly Lost.]
[ALERT: Command Network Reacquired]
[ALERT: Command Network pushing update to critical systems]
S-AM_CNM_Restriction_0SEC: Pattern Recognition Trigger
The stilted, feminine voice of the Starstrike's Pilot-Assist patched into his helmet almost immediately.
"Semi-Autonomous Mode violation. Critical Security Risk. Physical compartmentalization enacted. Core isolation enacted. Pilot Assist insecure. Risk of Pilot harm: High. Risk of network breach: High. Emergency Shutdown initiated. Stay safe, Pilot."
Adam felt a chill run down his spine as his Flight-HUD stopped showing anything but onboard sensor data. "What the hell just happened? How are we supposed to get back without navigation data from the Pandora?" He could see the settling dust-clouds from the fight, and several IFF signatures his "compartmentalized" systems couldn't properly interpret. Adam keyed his optical zoom and maintained course. "Coloration matches our friendlies, so at least we won, right?" The silence in his cockpit felt oppressive.

maintaining stable flight, Adam set himself to the task of getting his cockpit in working order, retracting the now defunct maintenance screens and setting his flight controls back to the old 11-G Defaults. "Figures, first mission out? Some weird alien weapon climbs out of the dirt and installs malware in Starstrike's head. A new frontier, new sights to see and of course a new security update! Just what you'd expect visiting your first unsettled extrasolar planet!" Adam loudly complained to no one as he worked, going through each control surface to ensure he missed nothing. He experimentally toggled the Starstrike into a stock flight-stance, and was rewarded with the Starstrike stiffly obeying, and a change in flight path. By now he was closing in on the battlefield and his allies, but with the vast majority of his electronics inaccessable or unresponsive there was no telling what was going on beyond a lack of hostilities.

With a hard thrust-braking maneuver, Adam brought the Starstrike to a hover, and then cut all thrust, unceremoniously dropping the Orbital to the sandy surface. A weird sense of regret nagged at him for a moment as he made landfall. With no time to dwell on it, he set his Orbital to amble towards his allies. As it mindlessly marched, he pried open the compartment concealing the Starstrike's emergency-kit and began rummaging through it for the hand-radio he hoped still worked after years in space. dragging the dull grey plastic box from the satchel, he zipped the kit up and unceremoniously crammed it back into it's hiding place. working quickly, Adam one-handedly attached it to a nylon strap on his upper arm before connecting it to his helmet. Reaching up and keying the radio from his helmet, he heard the familiar burst of static.

<<This is the Starstrike, does anyone copy? Something tripped a major failsafe, and I'm out everything connected to the network.>>