Bugman

Tales of Azeroth: Flames of Chaos

I've played all the RTS games and WotLK but I'm somewhat ignorant of the new lore (though I have skimmed through the wiki to try get a base idea), but since most of the point of divergence seems to be "higher level" so hopefully I should be fine sticking to just what was depicted in Reign of Chaos for Dalaran

EDIT: By the way, how many "creative liberties" could we take, particularly given its an alternate timeline/universe? I.e. a lot of the characters that would be important to the story of Dalaran i.e. members of their council have rather barebones, unclear, or even conflicting lore.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Eventually, and quite honestly to his surprise, the resident Mechanic had found use for Elias. While he wouldn't say this out loud... even if he could that is, he would keep his mouth shut to the opinion that some much needed professionalism was provided by his hand. It wasn't that the crew was incompetent, but he damn well knew that there weren't enough clipboards with checkboxes about the place to warrant a reasonable insurance fee.

Of course, he hadn't exactly told them where he got his knowledge from either. Rag-tags of this sort probably wouldn't take well to a veteran that hadn't fought for the rebels. Not to say that he was a patriot or anything of the sort, truth be told he harboured a great deal of resentment for the government and the military for having left him behind to suffer the Reavers. But he could hardly expect strangers to tell the difference, could he? He was even more glad that they hadn't picked up on the name Riemen, but it was probably just because these folk were from a different part of the 'verse. He respected the Anabaptists and he considered himself forever in their debt. But he wasn't one of them, the stars were for him. After all, what the hell could possible even await him if he settled down?

As he was sawing through a piece of wood for a little personal project, he was very abruptly disturbed be the sound of people in the distance panicking. Soon he heard the reason for their fear, quite understandably. Carefully setting his tools aside and brushing dust off of himself, he went out to meet the officers of the law head on.

Nothin fancy, no hiding, he was simply going to go out and meet them. That's that, right? Well no, most likely things would not be all that easy. But it wasn't as if he could hide and make himself scarce like the Anabaptists had gone and done. At best he'd be a liability getting somebody else caught because they were stuck with his ass.

Thus, he simply strolled over to where the greatest commotion was, writing down "I AM UNARMED AND COMPLIANT - I AM MUTE" on his little piece of blackboard as he did so. One hand would be raised to show surrender and that he was unarmed, whilst the other was simply displaying what was written down. He looked over to any crew present hoping they could confirm the text.

Tales of Azeroth: Flames of Chaos

Kinda interested, mulling over the idea of grabbing Dalaran/Kirin Tor, perhaps take it into a Magi-Tech direction (it seemed to already be going there with all the Dwarf tanks and copters there in the WC3 campaign) or alternatively a Stromgarde trying to retake its ancestral home and reform the Arathor Empire (admittedly map painty)

World of Light

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Looks good overall then. Are you still wanting to wait a month for the new year in order to begin?

@Lugubrious

While I would like to get started sooner, Q4 is very busy and I wouldn't want to cause trouble by getting into it only to not be able to post for weeks, wouldn't be good for me and certainly wouldn't be good for the game. I can probably get into it slightly earlier than the new year, though.

World of Light

Hello again! The sheet's not bad at all, but I do have a couple small notes.

The personality section is a very high-level overview. Is there enough to go on there where other people could approximate how he'd act in certain situations? It's not critical to have a huge personality section, but the more you could say about how he behaves, the better. Characters with more/stronger personalities are easier and more compelling to play as, after all.

Since he has an infinite amount of poison darts and blinding darts regulated by mana and cooldown, those should definitely be individual powers, and mushrooms especially since they're pretty much pure magic. I would also recommend fleshing out the Weaknesses section. You say he's tiny, but spend more time in the weakness describing how capable he is than how his size hinders him. I assume Teemo's weaknesses might also include that he's physically weak (in that he doesn't possess much physical strength, instead relying on his kit of tricks) and doesn't have much defense or health.

@Lugubrious

Amended.

World of Light

The Swift Scout

Name: Teemo
Game Origin: League of Legends
Appearance:

Personality:

Teemo rides a thin line between chipper compatriot and unrepentant killer

~ Tristana

There are two sides to Teemo. Outside of missions he is a kind, friendly yordle, his tiny stature hiding the size of his heart. Yet in a mission, he does whatever needs to be done not limiting himself to brutality if the demand for such is there. Outside of war, he always makes sure to give people his best. Calm, curious, and friendly, he has all the traits typical to a yordle. He helps those in need, loves making friends, an almost childish attitude to justice than can be summarized as a love of "fairness", and most peculiarly has a certain naivete that seems almost paradoxical when superimposed on his ruthlessness in battle. He has an appreciation for music, playing his flute whenever the opportunity arises.

Teemo has an aversion to fighting as part of a group however. Speculation on why this is has lead to many theories. Some say that he is afraid (perhaps due to experiencing such) of losing those with him. At others its because he - somewhat arrogantly - believes that the would slow him down, showcasing a more negative part of his personality. Others who know him better suggest that he doesn't want others to see him be the cold killer he becomes in times of violence. The truth is, all of these suggestions have some merit. He would prefer to have all his cherished friends not perish in the dangerous scraps he gets himself into and he would prefer they keep seeing him as the cute furry creature that they see in peacetime.

Time to put on my killing hat.

~ Teemo

Background: A native of Bandle City, Teemo defends the Yordlish homeland at all costs. Swiftly rising to the rank of Captain in the military, he does not use or carry the rank by virtue of command. It is largely simply an acknowledgement of his skill as a soldier. Though undeniably cute, many a would-be aggressor against Bandle City would find themselves victims of his guerilla warfare. Now a Scout of the Mothership, he was on yet another mission to mercilessly slaughter would-be transgressors when he found himself in a new world entirely.

Specialty: Teemo is an expert of guerilla warfare. Hit-and-run tactics, ambushes, traps, you name it, he will use unconventional means to get an upper hand on enemies that are otherwise superior in numbers, strength, or other means.
Level: 1
Experience: 0/10 (The amount of EXP required to level up will increase by 10 each level, but rewards get bigger, too)
Powers:

• GUERRILLA WARFARE - If Teemo stands still and takes no actions for a short duration, he becomes invisible. If he's in bush (or similar concealment), Teemo can enter and maintain his Invisibility while moving. After leaving invisibility, Teemo gains the element of surprise, increasing the speed of his attacks for a brief period.

Strengths: (Things your character's always good at, or always can do; essentially, passive abilities or bonuses. You start with three, but you can add more in place of powers when you level up)

• Stealth - a combination of his size, his training, experience, and yordlish magic has him very hard to spot even when he isn't outright invisible.
• Swiftness - His legs might be small, but Teemo's feet let him easily scurry away at a speed most would find unachievable.
• Manual of Arms - he is an expert with many traditional weapons, but in particular he excels at weaponizing his blowpipe (which double as a flute, whistle, and staff), and the great reserve of mushrooms he carries.

Weaknesses:

• TINY - Teemo's size ensures that he is nowhere near as strong nor as durable as an adult human being.

Spirits:

Guest List: (Put up to three characters you like or want to see, and you'll run into them sooner or later in the RP. There's no restriction on what characters you put in, other than the same ones that apply to PCs)
Inventory:
Blowpipe - this is a weapon, but also an instrument if needed!
Telescope - Finest Yordle craftsmanship!
Helmet - rather thin and worn, it won't protect from much but is also rather light and protects Teemo with its size almost like an umbrella. Also has protective goggles.
Darts - shot from the blowpipe, can be thrown in a pinch.
Backpack - for carrying things.

Fallout: Montana (Accepting new characters)

Conor raised and eyebrow at Elijah, the man's words clearly marking him out as someone who would certainly die first of the group. How could he possibly know a small group could take care of this problem? What if there were a hundred of the raiders? What if they had trained mercenaries in their number? The man's words were born either of genuine but clearly unfounded arrogance, or alternatively simply part of an effort to impress strangers for whatever reason.

He nodded along the words of Sam, at least vaguely agreeing that the raiders needed to be exterminated, and there was no moral obligation to not lie to raiders of all people. The Californian pitched his own ideas, which while not bad were quickly undone by the suggestion of attempting to pick them off from long range. The notion was seemingly were born out of underestimation of exactly what raiders could do - a fact he knew had plagued the NCR and his own people alike - which had lead to the downfall of so many people.

Walker spoke the least of the people so far, but certainly his words had the most sense. He respected the man with the gecko for acknowledging he wasn't fit to lead owing to his anti social tendencies. Eliza similarly spoke briefly but with sense, but then Alexander at last seemed to volunteer for leadership.

His plan made sense, but certainly needed ironing out. "Okay, suppose we do that." The Mormon replied. "We're going to need radios to communicate. The Mayor I am sure would be happy to subsidize this. For the sake of his daughter if anything." the lad said, looking meaningfully to the mayor. "At least two, for communication between the teams. Though more for communication within them would be even better." He drummed his fingers on a lap for a second. "We should bluff. Spare guns, even if they're broken down, put them behind mounds of snow. Flashlights on hills pointing at the factory, tents, campfires. Give the impression there's enough of us to take them in a fair fight."

World of Light

Would Teemo from League of Legends be fine in this? Albeit I'll only really be able to join after the new year

From Ashes We Rise: The Galaxy At Large

MARS

Salkor pored over the vast readings from analyzing the child he did not yet know to be a primarch. It was related to humanity in some way. Not just by the aesthetic, but a sample of genetic material relayed that inevitably it was a distant cousin of the homo sapiens. But it had been optimized. Stronger, faster, and clearly far more intelligent. It had apparently not known neither High Gothic nor binharic upon first arrival to Mars. Yet in a mere day it had mastered both of the languages as a student of many years might. Though confined to a glasscrete cube, the creature seemed strangely understanding and compliant with its situation once fully understanding it. Indeed, it went so far as to correcting a warped hydraulic in one of the servitors that had arrive to take its genetic material. Indeed, once the concept of a dissection had been explained it had even assisted in the examination of its own internal organs!

Much to the Fabricator General’s surprise, the creature had made for a good conversational partner. It had queried why the genetic samples would be needed, what they would be used for, and if the projects to use the information were successful then what that would mean for Salkor, for Mars, for the future, and for itself. Truth be told, Salkor himself didn’t even know what would happen if he could manage to clone the beautiful child. For one, that largely depended on what exactly this thing would mature to, assuming that indeed it was simply a child for now. But there was also the question of how simple would it be to make more of such beings even if the Priesthood did manage to wrap their minds around the biology of the synthetic person.

That was what it was, Salkor decided. Such a thing could not simply evolve. Not over millennia, likely not in billions of years. Such a thing needed the guiding hand of intelligent design in its origin. The Mechanicum sought to augment itself with plasteel and adamantium where it could to surpass the boundaries of mere humanity but whoever manufactured this particular individual had managed to do so much better with mere meat. To what extent it could, this angered the Archmagos. The thought that all of the thousands of years of careful improvements on the human form with machine could be so thoroughly surpassed with flesh was just wrong to him. Jealousy, that was what he felt. The bit of him yet human screamed and wailed that it was unfair that he had to sacrifice all of himself save a few grams of brain whilst this creature was already born with perfection!

Though initially he mostly visited the thing to personally take new readings and observe its growth to an even more herculean form, he found eventually that he was coming to the laboratory it was held in simply for the sake of being there.

It was at one such visitation that he was disturbed by a servitor demanding his attention. It reported atmospheric great atmospheric disturbance, and initially Salkor was excited. Was he to get even more such subjects to study? If he had two, that would certainly allow him to be more… callous with the tests on one of them. Alas, he was to be disappointed.

“Thousands of missile signatures. Countermeasures.”

Salkor paused for a moment, floating over to a cogitator in a wall and plugging into it. Looking upon Mars from a satellite he could even now see the crashing of vessels from orbit down onto the red dust. It had come to Salkor’s attention that in his new obsession he had neglected his domain, and if anyone else had noticed this fact they would be sure to bring it up when this sudden outburst of violence across the red planet would be inevitably discussed. His frustrations quickly grew when data reams would come that the sites of the missile barrages had all been rather close to Fulgurite temples. He knew for a fact they would leave behind no proof that they were the ones striking the vessels which he was now almost certain would be full of corpuscarii priests or their ideologues. Shame quickly replaced the frustration, for he had so long tried to maintain the fragile peace between them and now had failed. There was only one thing left for him to do, and that was to summon the Martian Parliament to discuss how to proceed.

Fallout: Montana (Accepting new characters)

One by one people streamed into the town hall. Eventually a suitable elderly fellow was coming over, to which Conor smiled and politely offered a seat. Once eventually all the seats that the Mormons had reserved were handed out to those that needed them, Conor joined the rest of the congregation to listen to what the Mayor was going to say. Looking at the rest of the arrivals, it was of course the usual arrivals. But he looked with a scowl at the Californians. He had seen the NCR with his own eyes, and he knew it was sure as hell nothing good. Such was the benefit of his pro-bono medical work. Many people who had an antidote from radscorpion venom administered or a bullet fleshed out of their flesh by him still wouldn’t be happy to hear the word of God. But, there were still a great many who at the very least would listen to his warnings about the NCR. He had done his best to ensure as many minds were soured on the idea of the republic as possible, the number growing together with the number of people that visited him for their ailments. Further, he knew that the rest of the Mission was doing much the same.

The rest of the people weren’t a concern one way or the other for the Missionary. Odd sorts, but nothing to remember. But when at last the Mayor spoke, it wasn’t quite what Conor had expected. A hostage situation of the Mayor’s daughter, and in an important factory no less, made it a double whammy of sorts. But then the Mayor read off a list of names much to his surprise, and his heart froze upon hearing his own name. Well, if the others were anything to go by, it was likely they wanted him as a bonesaw. Well, that was all well and good but he wasn’t exactly confident about going in blind to this, especially in such numbers and when he hadn’t been around his comrades-to-be to have faith in them they could accomplish this.

Looking among them he smoothed back his hair, straightened his tie and cleared his throat before speaking. “Look, Sir, I appreciate the gravity of the situation, but is this group enough to achieve this? How many of them are there? There’s not exactly a lot of us….” He tapped a foot nervously, already anticipating a tragic end for all these people as others he associated with in the past.