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World's End Online

N0ble, the Robber Baron

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Alexander J. Howards | N0ble | Merchant

_{"You can't spell business without spelling 'sin' first."}

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Name: Alexander J. Howards
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Personality:

Both in game an in real life, Alexander J. Howards can be described as greedy, arrogant, exploitative and narcissistic yet hardworking and ambitious. He has no moral qualms about exploiting people and is infamous for doing anything to get some more gold like selling potions in the middle of dangerous dungeons or the wilderness to people in desperate need of health at jacked up prices. There's only two things that interest him, money and power. He sees himself as incapable of doing wrong with every action justifiable; he is the devil in the phrase "deal with the devil".

Background:

Birthed from the union of a seasoned politician and the daughter of a CEO of a powerful conglomerate, Alexander J. Howard has been seeped in intrigue, politicking and the ambitions of others. Displaying the combination of strong work ethos and driven ambition, Alexander’s ego inflated with his list of successes. Routinely he made his way to the top of any social circle or student organization with an ever-changing number of faces. Even in the times he did fail somehow, Alexander would find a way to recover, better off than before.

By the time he graduated high school, Alexander had made more money via clever investments, stock market exchanges and personal “businesses” he ran in his school, than most people twice his age made. Leaving for college, he once again excelled at his studies with some “family donations” to the school during the time he had fallen short of expectations. Easily able to afford a VR system and Worlds End Online, Alexander began to put his experience to use in creating and managing a guild. Always one step ahead, he made himself huge profits until one day it all came crashing down when players began to leave the game, causing his own guild to crumble due to a lack of members.

Having lost it all, Alexander now seeks to once again, not only recoup his losses, but to also become even wealthier and more powerful than before. His endless visions were only matched by his equally endless drive as something new stirs in Worlds End Online.

Ingame Name: N0ble
Class: Merchant
Notable Skills:

• Bribe - Although it will only work on certain neutral monsters and enemies, it allows a player to go unmolested through an area provided they can produce enough coin. Attacking them or taking an item near them will retrigger their aggro however and they will not be able to be bribed again.
• Haggling - Causes NPC merchant prices to shift in the player's favor more, allowing for better prices.
• Robber Baron - Enemies drop additional loot and gold when killed near the player.

Equipment:

• Rapier and Parrying Dagger
• Adventuring Gear and Food and Water
• Merchant Cart

Others: He was once easily one of the wealthiest players in game, having earned it through price fixing, questionable bets, extortion and auction house exploitation.

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@GreenGoat Could I ask for details on how the Merchant isn't good and what about the skills causes an issue? How can I improve them? Already talked about the acolyte thing with Ever Green.

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@GreenGoat@Ever Green I couldn't decide which character I wanted to do, so I ended up making CS applications.

EDIT: I think I'm going to go with N0ble, he just calls to me more right now than Edoric.

N0ble, the Robber Baron

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Alexander J. Howards | N0ble | Merchant

_{"You can't spell business without spelling 'sin' first."}

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Name: Alexander J. Howards
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Personality:

Both in game an in real life, Alexander J. Howards can be described as greedy, arrogant, exploitative and narcissistic yet hardworking and ambitious. He has no moral qualms about exploiting people and is infamous for doing anything to get some more gold like selling potions in the middle of dangerous dungeons or the wilderness to people in desperate need of health at jacked up prices. There's only two things that interest him, money and power. He sees himself as incapable of doing wrong with every action justifiable; he is the devil in the phrase "deal with the devil".

Background:

Birthed from the union of a seasoned politician and the daughter of a CEO of a powerful conglomerate, Alexander J. Howard has been seeped in intrigue, politicking and the ambitions of others. Displaying the combination of strong work ethos and driven ambition, Alexander’s ego inflated with his list of successes. Routinely he made his way to the top of any social circle or student organization with an ever-changing number of faces. Even in the times he did fail somehow, Alexander would find a way to recover, better off than before.

By the time he graduated high school, Alexander had made more money via clever investments, stock market exchanges and personal “businesses” he ran in his school, than most people twice his age made. Leaving for college, he once again excelled at his studies with some “family donations” to the school during the time he had fallen short of expectations. Easily able to afford a VR system and Worlds End Online, Alexander began to put his experience to use in creating and managing a guild. Always one step ahead, he made himself huge profits until one day it all came crashing down when players began to leave the game, causing his own guild to crumble due to a lack of members.

Having lost it all, Alexander now seeks to once again, not only recoup his losses, but to also become even wealthier and more powerful than before. His endless visions were only matched by his equally endless drive as something new stirs in Worlds End Online.

Ingame Name: N0ble
Class: Merchant
Notable Skills:

• Bribe - Although it will only work on certain neutral monsters and enemies, it allows a player to go unmolested through an area provided they can produce enough coin. Attacking them or taking an item near them will retrigger their aggro however and they will not be able to be bribed again.
• Haggling - Causes NPC merchant prices to shift in the player's favor more, allowing for better prices.
• Robber Baron - Enemies drop additional loot and gold when killed near the player.

Equipment:

• Rapier and Parrying Dagger
• Adventuring Gear and Food and Water
• Merchant Cart

Others: He was once easily one of the wealthiest players in game, having earned it through price fixing, questionable bets, extortion and auction house exploitation.

Edoric, the Crypt Priest

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Rodrick Elmaze | Edoric | Acolyte

_{"Why fear death when you can befriend it?"}

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Name: Rodrick Elmze
Appearance:Real Life
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality:

Despite his background, Rodrick remains an upbeat person. Honest, helpful and humble Rodrick is far from innocent and naive, but the world's cynicism as yet to find away to break his hide. That said, he does tend to have dark humor tenancies and will speak of his own horrific childhood in a very jovial manner, much to the dismay of those around him. He does have a thing for appearances though and will go to surprising lengths to look a certain way.

Background:

If there was ever the need for the world's greatest tragedy, Rodrick's childhood would be exactly that. Growing up in a highly dysfunctional family, he was regularly beaten and starved for the slightest transgressions against his apathetic mother and his drunkard family. Fate seemed to want to fuck Rodrick as much as it could as he lack anything to set him apart; no skills, no talents, no money and no stellar academics, no friends. While many would presume that a child like him would fall into depression and commit suicide or become a recluse with angst and edge in their shadow, Rodrick was a never ending fountain of positive vibes with an upbeat personality. Finally free of his parents, he continues to escape into the digital world with Worlds End Online being his newest adventure.

Ingame Name: Edoric
Class: Acolyte
Notable Skills:

• Rigor Mortis - Debuff which greatly reduces enemy speed and attack speed. If repeatedly cast on a single target, it will eventually freeze them in place.
• Shepard of Lost Souls - By collecting the lost souls of the fallen, the player can use it to unleash an AOE heal. The greater the monster, the stronger the soul and thus the stronger the heal. Unique spell bound to the item "Bell of Lost Souls".
• Memento Mori - Casts an aura of circling ravens around the player, causing all enemies to run in terror. Has gained memetic status with the name "CAWCAWCAW" due to the sound the ability produces when activated..

Equipment:

• A dull Scythe used as a Staff
• Bell of Lost souls
• Adventuring Gear
• Food and Water

Others: Affectionately sometimes referred to as "Spookums". Is trying to find a way to become a necromancer so he can always summon a party of friends whereever he goes.

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@GreenGoat I'm presuming that we're all still relatively low level. I was thinking either being able to summon a few skellies/zombies or maybe like a mortuary priest with death/grave based abilities.

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I'm too interested in this than it is for my own good. Thinking of either a mildly antagonistic greedy merchant or something to do with necromancy if that's possible.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Heccarim

_{Husband of Arden @Pupperr and Sorrin @WeepingLiberty}

Heccarim had put as much pomp into his entrance as he could on his way to meet his new brides; his chains jangled, his mist flowed and his mask stared into the very souls of anyone who looked at him. The guard who escorted his reaped rewards look like he was about to collapse and wet himself as he stammered through his lines. The Grave Warden barely nodded before he had ran as fast he could in the other direction, leaving Heccarim to face down his new brides.

Reading their faces, some initial deductions where made on the brides. Years of analyzing prisoners for torture had found more than one use outside the dungeons. The small blonde one looked frail, young, naive and soft, unfit for much else than being a walking trophy. Heccarim couldn't imagine her being even able to bear a child, let alone deliver it; had he been a more traditional noble he would have appreciated the small one. The taller on the other hand, Heccarim had higher hopes for. She looked more capable than the small blonde (not that it was an especially difficult task) and her eyes had a fire that the other one's lacked. Perhaps she would give Harand Kor its next warden.

Through the simple act of pacing around the pair, the Grave Warden's presence was enough for people to make room or scurry away. Raising his lantern, the ghastly light it gave off further illuminated the gems allowing for an even closer look. Puffing out his chest ever so slightly, Heccarim leaned into and over them, keeping direct eye contact if for nothing but show; if they were to be his brides, then they would have to know what the Warden was all about. With his boots and chains rattling, he opened his beastly maw and spoke, "Fine additions yes... Harand Kor has yet to house Gems... Empty cells and empty graves for the taking..."

Heccarim relished in the opportunity to bring out his persona as he had once again spent most of the day sulking over the lack of interesting events. Again, resorting to scaring children and the occasional guards having deemed fighting out in public to be too "un-Warden like". A pair of shackles appeared in Heccarim's hands from somewhere in his outfit and he already made the motions to shackle their hands together, running his chain links through holes in the shackle to bound them to him; standard process of transporting multiple prisoners by foot. "Names…" the Grave Warden's ethereal voice escaped the maw of the mask once more, "I assume you still cherish them... Pray to whatever gods you wish that you don't… forget them."

By the gods, Heccarim was enjoying using his persona on his new found prizes far more than he should.

Green Text Summary

>be Heccarim
>finally get brides after spending another day just spooking people
>fighting in public is "un-Wardenly"
>ViolentPeekaboo.gif
>get brides, spook the shit out of the escort
>put the hots on the brides
>by hots, I mean try and spook them with persona
>HeccarimTheCharmer.png
>enjoy it too much
>examine and access worth of new brides
>FineAdditionsToMyCollection.mp4
>ask for names while still trying to spook
>mildly more entertaining than using it on Drakkan
>I didn't choose the spook life, spook life chose me

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Heccarim

_{The Warden of Harand Kor
Interacting with: Warlord of Kereg-Kor@Legion02}

The mighty and feared Warden of Harand Kor sulked through the streets, thoroughly depressed at his lack of victims. It felt like hours since he had made his dramatic exist from the basement but he hadn't found a single person he could pin a crime on. Not even a petty thief or a drunken belligerent; the most he had done all day was scare a couple of children and giving a particularly haughty looking Drakken young blood a fright when he rounded the corner all of a sudden. Had his retinue of busybodies and brown nosers not been there, Heccarim could have possibly pin something on the boy. Not even any of the local lords or merchant princes had someone they wanted to take a vacation to the beautiful dungeons of Harand Kor. The importance of the event must be stifling people's willingness to plot. That or they didn't want the Warden digging too deep into their own ledgers and backgrounds less they get the adventure of a life (and death) time.

As the dark streets continued to form in front of Heccarim's visions, he began to just wander around, clearly amiss with purpose until he remembered that he wasn't here to hunt for more inmates. Clearly whatever booze he stole from Sal-Tarvis was strong stuff. He wanted more of it. Stalking the back streets, Heccarim began meandering his way towards the center piece of the whole event, the Pits, eyes still on the prowl for some that he could drag back to Harand Kor.

As the shadows and roads appeared in front of the endless march of the Warden, he reminisced on his childhood. He remember how his father taught him how to flay someone alive, how they would spend hours together poking at a poor soul's innards. The happiest moment in his life was when he was finally given his own chain and lantern. Some would assume that donning the Mask of the Warden would have been his happiest, but it was bittersweet; during one riot a crude shank slathered with homemade poison had found its way into the eye of Heccarim's father. Brewed from the unspeakable gunk in the prison, Heccarim's father would eventually go blind, leaving Heccarim himself the mantle before finally passing away. Of all the "prison purges" of Harand Kor, Heccarim had preformed the most widespread and brutal within his first year as Warden in retaliation.

Only a voice that called for him brought Heccarim's mind away from the dark recesses of his mind and into the dark recesses of the alleyways. The voice came from a Drakkan who looked aged but strong, with a mane of white hair pierced by massive horns and illuminated with fiery eyes. Heccarim had absolutely no idea who this man was, so casually walking up to him like an old friend. The connection was soon made as Heccarim stood silent as the stranger remarked on the apparent "lateness" of getting a bride. True there where few persons who'd dare risk interactions with the Warden of Harand Kor, those who did were often of remarkable strength with a certain level of fearlessness and either an impeccable record or an impeccable ability to cover things up. The maw of the Warden opened to speak, the low growl echoed as the voice of all Wardens do, "You mistake me; you speak not to the Warden of old and this is but my first wife. The Warden of Harand Kor is dead and has been for over 200 years. Long live the Warden."

While he would never consciously admit it, being able to just speak in persona was by far Heccarim's favorite activity besides torture and scaring grown drakkan; the children weren't nearly as much fun.

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Heccarim

_{Interacting with: N/A}

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Železna Kri was a far cry from frozen, misty valley of Harand Kor. The sun beamed down with a fury unnatural to Heccarim and the winds drifted sand and heat unlike the familiar dew and fog of his home. Few would believe the so called "Grave Warden" to be put off by things so trivial as weather, but there Heccarim was, groaning in heat while hiding in the basement of local lord by the name of Sal-Tarvis.

"I see the Warden's hunts rarely lead to warmer sands." a tall, young Drakken lord walked down the stairs to find Heccarim swinging his chains ideally. He opened his mouth to say more until he realized Heccarim was giving him an evil eye from the corner of his mask and his chains were now being twirled at him. A chill shot through his spine despite knowing full well who the man behind the mask was; he sent three of his brothers into the Grave Warden's open arms and graves to get to his position now. The fact that Heccarim was staying in his estate was a debt repayment of sorts, "So… Do you plan on doing today? Kidnapping people? Tormenting some poor soul?"

"Drag pitiful bastards to the depths of Harand Kor!" Heccarim boldly announced in his deep, echoing Warden voice before changing to a less terrifying vocal range, "Honestly, I was going to broad in the basement and just wait. I don't plan on making an entrance until the time comes. There is no need to let the masses see the Warden. Fear strikes best when you know of it second hand. Although given how little there is to do, fear might just strike first."

Another cold shot up the spine of Sal-Tarvis, the childhood stories of the Grave Warden still lingered despite him being one of the few who could claim they were "close" to a near mythical being. "You should at least have something to drink, the heat will--"

A chain shot past the young drakken's face as he jolted back out to dodge. With one flick of his wrist, Heccarim pulled a small barrel through the air and into his lap. Pulling his hook out of the wooden frame, Heccarim drank deeply from the crack in the barrel, "Thank you for the most generous offer." Sal-Tarvis fidgeted as he watch his guest just snatch an expensive keg of Covoltan Sweeten Brandy and just chug it down but was in no mood to try and test Heccarim.

Having downed about half the small keg, the Warden licked his lips as the last bits of alcohol dripped from his mask into his mouth and uttered one word, "Refreshing." As Sal-Tarvis slunk back up the stairs, the clanging of chains resumed Heccarim slipped into a deep thought on the future and namely his bride. "Hopefully she won't break like my father's, pitiful thing was blubbering and jabbering for hours until I put her down. At the very least she ought to survive childbirth… Harand Kor always demands a Warden after all."

Finishing the small barrel, Heccarim got up and pulled out his lantern, kindling embers snowing down from it, "And the Warden always demands a prisoner. After all, what's the difference between a grave and a cell?" The Drakken felt himself naturally slide back into character, his personality meshing flawlessly as he donned a new persona. And with a clang of his chain against lantern, his voice dropped and he laughed as fog spawned from the lantern and filled the room, "Justice is blind, and so will my victims as well."

A deep, ethereal cackle erupted as the Warden disappeared in his own fog, now on the hunt for some new soul to torment and build even more infamy upon. Unfortunately for Sal-Tarvis, the fog made quite a mess leaving mildew everywhere. "Heccarim, one of my servants is preparin-" the young Drakken walked in on a misty room covered in water, "Motherfucker! Do he know how hard it is to get moisture out of these fucking walls? I just had them cleaned too… By the gods… Servants! Get down here and start cleaning this mess!"

Summary

After brooding in a local lord's basement and stealing some of his booze, Heccarim has a small villainy monologue about his duty and hoping his bride isn't as frail as one of his father's before preforming a dramatic exit to go and "hunting" in the city proper, leaving his host to deal with the related mess.

|| Wargame: Grand Army || Grand Strategy on a Miniature Scale || Inspired by Wargame and Steel Division ||

GM STUFF

Just so I know, how many people are still interested in this idea?

|| Wargame: Grand Army || Grand Strategy on a Miniature Scale || Inspired by Wargame and Steel Division ||

@PrinceAlexus That would be less of a unit and more of a division of its own lol