DJAtomika

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@Rilla Found your Monk 'Planeswalker' character with a blank template. Thanks!

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@Dynamo Frokane Got that right. :D

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@Rilla What link thingy?

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Eeeyup. Sadly. XD

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@Skallagrim I'm in the process of setting up some Arena characters actually...would help if I had a sheet template to use instead of having to write my own. XD

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Oh god I'm gonna get me ass kicked. XD

DJ's Character Compendium

사신 - Sasin

 

Do not fear the reaper.

Vitals

Name: Cho Sun-Jin

Title: Reaper of Vengeful Souls

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Date of birth: 14th June, 1983

Lineage: -

Class/Major: Sniper

Class/Minor: Assassin

Occupation: Reaper

Alignment: Neutral Good

Martial Status: Single

Birthplace: Seoul, South Korea.

Blood Type: A+

Eye Color: Total black, from sclera to cornea. What appears to be black smoke or mist seeps from the corners of his eyes in small quantities.

Height: 5' 9"

Weight: 185 lbs

Hair Color/Style: Buzz cut, black hair

Birthmark: Small patch on his left thigh.

Skin Tone/Condition: Pale, clammy, cool. Ashen in colour and in texture, like the ash that saved his life.

Markings: -

Combat Stats

Dominant Hand: Right

Reach: As far as his rifle can shoot.

Equipment:

-Upper Body:

• Reaper's Armour - What used to be ballistic ceramic plating underneath a standard issue ballistic vest. The dark magics within Cho have repaired his former mortal armour and have turned it into regenerative plating that's a part of him.

-Lower Body:

• Boots of Travel - These firm, black leather combat boots are now enchanted with travel: they will carry Cho any distance he requires, help him leap tall distances and also strengthen if he needs to kick something.

Weapons

• Reaper's Scythe/Tac - What once was a CheyTac Intervention M-200 variant sniper rifle is now a magic-powered and enhanced death machine. Formerly bolt action, the rifle is now semi automatic, and has an effective supersonic range of 2,200 yards or 2 kilometers. The rifle itself is born of the darkness and vengeful hate within Cho, and somewhere along the line the rifle itself was given a semblance of life. It is now a sentient being that lives off of the darkness within him. He equips it by attaching it to his right shoulder and forearm, gripping the pistol grip as he would normally. The living weapon latches onto him and draws upon his energy. The rifle fires Shredders; powerful parasites that act like regular bullets when fired, up until they impact a surface, at which point it opens its jaws and burrows, using its fired momentum to travel deep within and even through armour plating, walls and surfaces. The parasites then trigger an inner mechanism, transforming their streamlined bodies into sharp, thorny tumours that stay within their target, before expiring in a flash of heat and force akin to a small firecracker explosion.
• Liquid Shadow/Kris - What was a KRISS Vector submachine gun is now a blazing fast shadow shooter. Working like a very high powered paint gun, the Shadow fires bolts of liquid darkness that can mark and paint any surface, alongside regular bullets. It ties into his ability to submerge and travel through darkness and shadows, as he can travel in and through wherever he's shot his weapon at.
• Death's Mark/Hek - This used to be a Heckler & Koch P30L pistol. Now it's a marker. The pistol fires slugs of solid ink that can penetrate and splatter a target. This ink magically forms itself into a Mark of Death; a jagged cross bordered by a ring of thorns, and then hardens and crystallises, immobilising the affected area. Once a target has been marked, Cho can then fire at the mark to shatter it, causing immense damage or even outright ending his target in one blow.
• Culling Blade/Barr - His old Ka-bar knife, now a tool of morbid death. It still looks and functions as a knife, except its blade is now so sharp it can cut metal. Wounds caused by the blade will also never stop bleeding and cannot heal unless he allows it.

Abilities

• Enhanced Speed
• Enhanced Agility
• Enhanced Reflexes
• Enhanced Accuracy

Magic

• Shadow Form - Cho is able to turn his entire body into darkness, becoming intangible as well as immune to physical damage. He is able to, in this form, merge with nearby cast shadows by immersing himself in them. In this way he is able to traverse large areas at night by way of "swimming" in the darkness.
• Crow Image - Cho is also able to take the form of a large, black crow. In this form he can fly anywhere he pleases, but nothing else. Transforming between human and crow takes a matter of seconds.
• Darkness Tendrils - Made of shadow, Cho is able to form several long tendrils made of darkness. These can emerge from anywhere in his body, but most commonly form from the scar on the left side of his torso, next to his heart. Cho is able to use these tendrils to manipulate objects, help him traverse terrain or even attack.
• Undying - Cho is an unstoppable spirit of vengeance, and as such he will not be dissuaded by something as trivial as death. Upon sustaining damage, his body will regenerate itself. A slow process, but given enough time he will be back on his feet and ready for another fight.

Bio

Voice: Normal Asian tone, but multiplied and echoey, as if he is the voice of a legion.

Personality: Cho is rather quiet for a man of his caliber, and for good reason: he is focused and resolute, powered mainly by the tragedy that happened to his dad and grandma. If you talk to him, he'll chat with you at length on whatever subject you wish to discuss, but leave him alone and he'll lapse into a grim, tense silence, punctuated only by the sounds of his equipment being checked, double checked and triple checked for each and every mission.

Backstory: Cho hails from Seoul, and specifically the 707th Special Mission Battalion, which is the special counter-terror wing of the South Korean military. When he was old enough, he enlisted first in the regular military then proved himself worthy to sign up with the 707th. There, the training pushed him far beyond his physical and mental boundaries, and today he's a crack shot and an able soldier, trained and proficient in urban warfare, counter-terror operations and, above all, marksmanship.

When he was young, he was always interested in the military, and after all the above experiences, you could say he is living the dream, his dream anyway. After all, his family was partly military too, at least on his father's side. His mother was a simple and humble cook in a small street corner eatery near home that served home grown and home cooked foods for the locals, neighbours, visitors and what have you. However, he lost his whole family when the cruise ship they were on capsized due to a freak paranormal waterspout caused by a kaiju. Since then he has carried a deep-seated grudge against anything paranormal or supernatural, his hatred fueling his quest for vengeance. He joined the organisation ParaCom to help fulfil this quest.

Within ParaCom he excelled at hunting and destroying anything paranormal, and he made fast friends with the squad he was assigned to. Within a few years his squad had become one of the best at their job, and for good reason.

On a mission to a Canadian forest, he and his squad were ambushed by a Viking warrior. The lone warrior turned out to be more than a match for the whole squad, however, and they were subsequently slaughtered to the last man. Cho was the very last casualty, the Viking having saved him for last.

Just before he died, the Viking packed his wounds with a magical ash, claiming that the sniper was a worthy warrior but not meant to die just yet. This ash imbued his body with a strong power, added together with his own innate magic, made the corpse that used to be living a very powerful artifact. Thus was how he was chosen by the Darkness to be a Reaper.

He was raised from the dead by the interdimensional dark, his blood replaced by darkness, his heart powered by his vengeance and hate. His weapons were given a rework to better suit his new form by demons inhabiting them. When he awoke, he recalled little of his past grievances, but gained new ones in his confusion to understand his new form.

Now Cho wanders the multiverse, a shadowy mercenary that uses his powers to quell whatever evils lays in any land. His ability to traverse the worlds through the very shadows themselves is a unique talent, one that has earned him much respect.

Other Notes

Daemons

When Cho was killed and subsequently revived, his soul was briefly dipped into Hell. It was there that he briefly received judgement, and though he was brought back to life by the Aesir, the ruler of the Underworld couldn't resist leaving him with some gifts to coincide with his becoming a Reaper. These gifts came in the form of four demons that were permanently bonded to his spirit and came to live within Cho's four pieces of equipment: his sniper rifle, submachine gun, pistol and knife. These daemons, obviously sentient beings, were the ones that awoke Cho from his death-induced slumber after the climactic fight between him and Kolskegg. With some getting used to, the Reaper became accustomed to his weapons talking to him and providing him with information or casual banter to offset boring travels.

Tac

A friendly and helpful daemon, Tac resides within Cho's sniper rifle. He can be considered the "leader" out of the four daemons bonded to Cho, though not the oldest, and is often the most relevant of the lot.

Tac is a death daemon by nature, thus his skillset is focused around long-range, one-shot combat, which fits his position within the Intervention sniper rifle. The Shredder parasites that the rifle produces as ammunition are organisms that he produces within the magazine.

Kris

Boisterous, noisy and hyperactive, Kris resides in Cho's submachine gun, as befits the former's personality. She is the youngest of the four, and is often immature and naive about things in the outside world.

Kris is a shadow daemon. Her skillset revolves around assisting Cho's latent shadow-walking powers by spreading her darkness wherever she can.

Hek

A stoic, cool and calculated daemon, Hek resides in Cho's pistol, a little strangely, since Hek is the oldest, largest and most powerful of the four daemons that are with Cho. He often turns to Hek for help in tactical situations, or regarding certain beings or deities that he doesn't recognise.

Hek is an elite daemon warrior and tactician, and though he has no special powers of his own, his battle smarts and talents more than make for it. His influence on the handgun that is Death's Mark is to expose and immobilise a target's weaknesses for Cho to strike at.

Barr

A laid back, easy going daemon, Barr resides in Cho's knife. He is the other more helpful daemon in Cho's arsenal, and is often referred to by the others as Tac's right-hand man- er, daemon.

Barr is a blood daemon, one with an affinity to that life-sustaining fluid, and it shows in his ability to manipulate his enemy's blood when he cuts them.

DJ's Character Compendium

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Arena Battlegrounds 2.0

Name

Order's Sanctuary

Size

One standard American football field

Properties

• An invisible force wall surrounds the arena, presumably made to contain the action within. It is controllable by the small pedestal in the center of the arena. If both fighters stand on the pedestal and wait for exactly five seconds, the force wall goes up. The same if it is to be taken down.
• The myriad of light green lines are movement paths; to elaborate, when perched upon one, a fighter is propelled speedily in the direction he faces. If he/she wishes to go the other way, he can simply leap off for a second and turn around, and the path will automatically propel them in the other direction.

Player Capacity

As many as four at a time, nothing more.

Description

Flavour Text

A battlefield, well worn.
Countless fights, years before.
Now, a wasteland.
Scattered debris.
Remnants from clashes long past.
Of titanic bouts between heavyweights.
Fights that shook the very core of the world.
So heated were they, that the force field pedestal in the center stands.
A testament to the strength of combatants past.

If you seek a fight,
Be it against a rival, or a friend,
Stand on the pedestal,
And let the battle

Begin

DJ's Character Compendium

Warren Ames - Us, Redux

"That'll be twenty dollars ma'am. No ma'am. No. I. Do. Not. Accept. Loose. Change. Only bills please."

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Name: Warren Ames

Age: 62

Gender: Male

Former Occupation: Cashier, Vietnam War veteran.

Appearance:

Height: 5' 10"

Weight: 180 lbs

Scars/Tattoos/Other: A US Marine Corps tattoo on his left arm, faded now with his old age.

Past Affiliates:

• His old military friends, men from his platoon and company that lived, fought and died alongside him. Some made it back to the States to attempt to reintegrate back into normal society, most came home in boxes.
• His old landlord, a younger man named Miguel. The two shared an odd form of respect: neither bothered the other; Ames paid his rent on time and with the exact amount, not a cent more or less, and Miguel minded his own business about some of the old man's...eccentricities. After the outbreak occured Ames lost track of the Spaniard, maybe he's still alive out there somewhere. He really doesn't know.
• A neighbour, by the name of Richardson, more specifically the widow of said Richardson. Her husband had passed some years before and she lived alone in the apartment across from his, and you could say that there was something between the two, but in all truth Ames enjoyed her company the same way she enjoyed his, nothing more and nothing less. Two lonely souls just looking for someone to spend the rest of their days with.

Current Affiliates: None. Everyone he's known has either died of old age, natural causes, or the virus. A sad, lonely existence seems to be Ames' life. Until now.

Skills: His years spent in the business of managing and crunching numbers has given Ames a very good head for quick calculations, a talent that lasts even into his old age, though it is hampered somewhat by that age and its effects on his gray matter. That same mind for quick, unfettered number crunching is also the home for a precise eye, one that is well trained not only by numbers, but also by the time he's spent in the military. Not only is he able enough to guesstimate a distance or odds, but he is also precise enough that things do happen to within a reasonable frame of them happening. No he's not superhuman, neither is he super smart, but he's smart enough.

The military has also prepared Ames for more than he bargained for in the apocalypse, for if it had not been for those treacherous months in the jungles of North Vietnam and the shitstorm at Ho Chih Minh, he would not have learned, through sheer will and determination, the skills and ways of living with the bare essentials, and even without them. Ames is a survivalist by nature, one skill he had taken to practice even after the war and his old age. Once he retired, Ames would spend days or even weeks on end camping out in the forest by himself, perhaps to relive those misbegotten moments of the war, or maybe it's because he is the most at rest in those conditions, encapsulated in the memories of his brethren, both fallen and living alike.

Of course, having been in the military means he knows his way around firearms. He is no crack shot, but he knows enough about firearms and firearm safety to ensure that maybe something doesn't go wrong with whatever ill-begotten gains the Towers have.

Strengths: His prior military training in the Marines has given Ames the abilities of thinking quick on his feet and a natural leadership sense that has yet to evade him. Add to that a keen eye, though worsened with age, and a bravery matched only by the VC he once fought against, and Ames is quite the man. He can survive a good while on his own given enough provisions (and heart meds), and though he's no craftsman, he at least knows how to tie decent enough knots and how to fashion extremely rudimentary gear or fixes for broken stuff. He is also dependable and an honest man, past the hard soldier exterior which he does little to maintain.

Weaknesses: Mild PTSD, rheumatism, general old age, the years have not been kind to Warren Ames. His mental faculties may still be those of a man turning forty, maybe, but his physical capabilities aren't so great. He can't even run a few feet without stopping to catch his breath, and occasionally, his chest acts up. Maybe it's a side effect of the medication he takes for his PTSD? Or maybe it's his old pump complaining about his lifestyle. He doesn't know. All he knows that his body's slowly failing and, one day, it'll give up the ghost, and so will he.

History: The Vietnam War was not good on Ames. He made friends in his company, and he watched half of those young men end up in plywood boxes buried under six feet of dirt. Some never made it back to the States in one piece. The memories still haunt him to this day, though Ames is a tough man. After the war, he went into accounting for pretty much his whole life. It's what he was born into, having a mother and father that were both dedicated number crunchers whose lives were so stale and boring that you might think that he'd be the same. That was the main reason that influenced him to go into the military, where his father hadn't.

The 70s were a turbulent time, and soon the war effort was put into gear; Ames was shipped straight off to Vietnam, leaving his ailing folks behind. When he returned, momma was dead of a stroke and pop was in the hospital, where he too went several days later. They left him their considerable wealth and their business, in the hopes that he wouldn't put it to waste. In their memory, of course he didn't. With the money he hired several folk younger than himself to run their accounting firm while he furthered his studies, whereupon he took a graduate degree in finance management, qualifying him enough to start watching over his own company.

He planned on offering good, affordable insurance rates to families of the time, but seeing as this was the late 70s going to the 80s, it didn't sell so hot. He kept his chin up and forged through the tougher times, when insurance started to sell better after the world got less and less safe. Through the decades he toiled, struggling to keep his company relevant through the 90s and into the new millenium, where even more tragedies befell his nation and places abroad; good business for him, yes, but now he had to keep up with demand as well as keep up all the good work he'd made for himself in the past. By this time he was already in his fifties, pushing sixty, and he decided, finally, to step down and let someone younger than him take over. He separated from the company entirely, intent on using his gains to live out a quiet, peaceful life.

Of course, he soon got bored with the retired life, and so he scored himself a job as a cashier at a local grocery store, where he worked all the way until the outbreak itself hit. When that happened, he instinctually did what every other American would do: stock up and hunker down. Canned foods and long-lasting supplies, like bottled water and soaps, were plentiful at the start, but one week was all it took for things to dwindle down to trickles and drops. Soon there was almost nothing left to scavenge, by which point the infection was in full swing, dropping people like flies, left and right, destroying whatever semblance of a life Ames had left. He barricaded himself into his apartment, intent on staying away from the worst of it, while he lived off of tins of beans and bottles of water, slowly regressing into his training while the world around him crumbled.

Eventually the worst was over, and when it seemed like everything was calm, he broke free from his cocoon and went wandering. A few weeks later and he stumbled upon a working radio that was broadcasting a message from the Towers and he, naturally intrigued, made a beeline for them.