DracoLunaris

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After having introduced himself he saw the arrival of the monk. There was something about her, something that made the unnatural purple scales, that had been growing on his body since he interrupted the cult ritual in the ruins, itch and pulse in reaction. It what not something he had experienced before, the scales had always been an helpful change with the strength they brought with them, this was the first time their presence was anything other than an oddity. He resolved to speak with her, though how to begin such a conversation was a difficult question and as such he would wait for a while, she was currently occupied by her conversation with the large ax wielding man. Speaking of him the man looked like he might have once belonged to one of the tribes his people had encountered when they arrived on the surface, in any case he had returned the nod the man gave him as he arrived before his traveling companion arrived and perhaps that might give him an opening line with the pair. He briefly examined the excitable hooded individual, her pale complexion not so unusual to him, before the exodus his people had had similar complexion from their time deep in their vaults and were rather confused at the change that occurred as they were exposed to the sun for the first time in their history.

At this moment the royal adviser step up on a stump and made his announcement. He considered which task he would most prefer to take part in. certainly the tomb would be more preferable for his desire to fight the undead but he had experience with fortifying and defending positions, something he expected the other adventurers might not be so interested in. It never did well to leave your rear exposed nor to have the sentries be the kind of individuals who would get bored and wander off guard it.He Imagined that the Irthorne at least would appreciate a well secured exit or reinforcements in case something went wrong. His ponderings were interrupted by the arrival of two more individuals.

The tentacled humanoid with three eyes escorted by guards was certainly hard to miss though Andrik did not recognize the species they must certainly considered dangerous if they were brought here in chains, though why such a creature was to be in-trusted with helping free the town from the undead despite was a question that needed asking.

Finally from the woods, came a humanoid spider dressed in what could only be described as an eccentric garbe but what interested him more than her species or outfit where the weapons she carried. The small weapons bore an unmistakable resemblance to some of the weapon blueprints his people had retrieved from the ruins of their home. Those had clearly been the basis for the aesthetic of the bow he carried yet even the most gifted of their scholars and engineers could make neither heads nor tails of the supposed workings of the devices. The designs were filled with references to unknown ideas and technical language, nobody had any idea what plasma, a Tesla coil or an electromagnet field where. At any rate she was standing a way of as if expecting someone to approach her first, perhaps she was shy or more likely judging from here outfit, someone of notable wealth or power trying to make a point of their superiority. Seeing a threefold opportunity to learn of here race, her weapons and making diplomatic contact with one of power he decided to approach and make polite conversation with the possible aristocrat. He also retrieved the tablet and hung it from a more reachable position on his belt in case he learned something that was worth documenting.

“Greeting madam, if you missed it the organizer Irthorne has just announced his intention to split the party into one that will enter the cave and one that will act as a rear guard to see of any flanking or enforcing hostiles. Also may I enquirer to the nature of your weapons? I have not seen their like before“

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Having heard many the story and read several books mentioning the undead, Andrik was looking forward to testing his metal vs the much feared horrors. A walking rotting corpse, he felt, did not pose as much threat has the various adventurers, tomes and minstrels had made out, at least to one armored and trained like him and his peoples warriors. Yet it never did to underestimate a foe and as such his entry in the tablet this morning made sure to direct his kinsmen to the various information on the undead lest it be his final one. Speaking of adventurers they were always a an interesting lot, full of tall tales and often unusual creatures in their own right, a useful source of information even if their stories were always filled with exaggerations of their own heroics.

The vaulter was currently carefully making his way through the forest, making sure not to make any unnecessary noise and keeping an eye out for danger. It would not do to be ambushed before reaching the meeting point. Now though, if there was any doubt that he was going the right way it was quickly dispelled by the loud chatter going on in a clearing before him. After Identifying the royal advisor Irthorne he strolled out of the forest eager to meet the interesting bunch of adventurers already assembled. “Greetings, I am Andrik Nordin the Vaulter.” This loud introduction was probably the first indication those assembled had of the towering man clad in armor emerging from the woods was in the area. He carried a large metal round shield in his left hand and an odd vertically bowed crank operated crossbow hanging by a strap from his right shoulder. He wore a belt from which bolts for the crossbow along with a small runic flask, an icepick and a small iron bar wrapped in leather where hung. On his neck small purple scales can be seen growing, and around it are a jade medallion and a necklace of coral. His face is mostly hidden by a helmet and by a well kept beard. The backpack he was wearing was carefully sealed against the elements and thieves alike.

He takes a moment to examine those who have already arrived, particularly interested in the various mechanical contraptions of the gnome, the avian individual whose species he has not encountered before and slightly perturbed by the severed head on the floor. “It is good to meet you all, I hope this expedition will be one worthy of retelling”

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I can do surface camping if there is more required. Someone will need to keep an eye on the evil 14 year old after all.

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

This is the most arbitrary thing but can you change my text color to cd7f32. Sorry, I know its really trivial but i forgot to think about the color when i wrote the sheet and i like the idea of bronze text. I've updated the sheet anyway.

Legends Among Us (Pokemon RP) (closed)

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The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

Sebastian Mortimer

Sebastian Mortimer

Ascendant

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B A S I C P R O F I L E

● N A M E ●

Sebastian Mortimer. Also known as Seb if they know him or simply Janitor to people who don't know his name

● A G E ●

48

● G E N D E R ●

Male

● O C C U P A T I O N ●

high school janitor

● L O O K S ●

Seb dresses like a man who doesn't care what he looks like only that he is comfortable/practical, known to simply not bother changing out of the jumpsuit he wears while working or to simply throw a trench coat over it in winter. Otherwise jeans a shirt and a jacket covered in pockets with various items, including whatever he is reading at the moment inside them. Generally clean shaven and still relatively well muscled, a few small scars accumulated over the years from accidents and one more recent when he accidentally stabbed himself with his power.

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P S Y C H E

● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●

clinical and a little fatalistic, life has not gone in the way he wanted it to, not that he had much of a plan but this was definitely not in it but them's the breaks. After a lifetime of searching for purpose he had effectively given up on finding something better until the day the universe decided to drop a superpower on his lap. This has given him purpose, while it may not be much now his ability grows a little each day and practicing it gives him a sense of empowerment that has been missing, of potential and of hope for a future where he can control his fate. He hopes to use the potential strength to change the world, to bring down those who currently have traditional power with his new strength if its upper limit is as high as he hopes.

Generally enjoys reading, metal music, drinking and communism. Despite his general distaste with his position he has come to enjoy the more maintenance side of his work, learning how to fix stuff is probably the only interesting part of his job so while the school may not be the most clean many of its various boilers, computers, ovens and other machines owe their continued existence to his researched bodges, first with duct tape and now with odd metal growths.
While not the most optimistic of individuals he tries to get along with others, particularly those who are in a similar position to himself.

● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●

Bisexual, however he isn’t, and never really has, looking for any romantic relationship, in his mind love is something that other people experience not him and definitely not for him.

● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●

Probably the last time he was inspired to do anything was at his time in university, while learning about history, the ongoing and repeating patterns of the wealthy having both all the power and yet no interest in trying to govern fairly and only seeking to enrich themselves. For example the Roman Republic was a corrupt and self serving system, plagued again and again by the need for wealth distribution. He joined in with local protests and organisations dedicated to the cause of socialism, yet these causes never got anywhere and he eventually started drinking heavily as a result of his disillusionment with the idea that he could change the world with his words and actions. Having spent most of his time in university either drunk or campaigning for socialist revolution he found himself with a relatively poor degree in Classics & Ancient History and relatively few prospects.

In the end he ended up in a brief stint in the military and his attitude, while not allowing for any exemplary action meant that he got through the it by going with the flow so to speak, a general disinterest in disobedience is almost discipline. The main operation he was involved in was Operation Provide Comfort, where he provided security of the headquarters, Kurdish refugee camps, and convoy security. As a result most of his time was spent on guarding things and while he did on multiple occasions see combat it mostly involved driving off hostiles from attacking whatever he was guarding. All in all what he got out of it was the physical training, something he maintains to a lesser degree even today and a greater appreciation for all those roman soldiers who returned home only to learn they had nothing to go back too he had read about in Uni. Returning home he ended up drifting from job to job and from place to place, eventually ending up in this out of the way town as the school janitor.

There he stayed for the next 8 years, generally getting to know the town and being bored out of his skull. After coming down with the sickness and taking some days off he returned to work only to accidentally stab himself when he discovered his power by stabbing his hand with a nail he was holding. Using his wound to take another day off he spent it learning how to use his power without self injury, mainly by making lots of small statuettes out of coins and trying to lift them. He is generally keeping this a secret till he can use it to properly defend himself and not just make trinkets, though also on the lookout for others with power, it is good to know who the potential threats/kindred spirits are if you plan on changing the world. Is considering making a suit, or at least a mask using his power.

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T H E M U N D A N E

● S U P E R P O W E R ●

Metal manipulation.

● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●

Ascendant

● A B I L I T I E S ●

The ability to shape and lift metal with his mind. He can take existing metal and stretch warp and mold it without the need for tools or heat. He can also levitate metal. Both of these are far easier when touching the metal itself. An interesting effect is that this touching can be transferred along the entire length of an object, so wires and cables are an optimum thing to manipulate as the touching effect transfers up their entire length. At the moment his mental muscles limit the amount of metal that can be shaped/moved and the range distance is quite limiting. As a result he is restricted to things like slowly floating small metal objects like coins and small tools, fusing locks shut, making small statuettes, improvised welding, screwing with machinery by messing up their internals, making small weapons/tools on the fly out of plain metal, making larger metal objects slightly easier to move yet no less heavy, using long wires he is touching as tendrils

● W E A K N E S S E S ●

Wrapping his head around how to move or shape something only with his mind is difficult and as result he generally has to move in a way that corresponds to an action, reaching out and pulling to grab something, pushing to toss something, actively molding an object in his hands etc. Also the further an object is beyond his reach the less he can effect it.

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

@McHaggis, @Undine, @Roosan
Revised sheet. new image, extended the backstory a bit and changed the power to metal manipulation.

Sebastian Mortimer

Sebastian Mortimer

Ascendant

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B A S I C P R O F I L E

● N A M E ●

Sebastian Mortimer. Also known as Seb if they know him or simply Janitor to people who don't know his name

● A G E ●

48

● G E N D E R ●

Male

● O C C U P A T I O N ●

high school janitor

● L O O K S ●

Seb dresses like a man who doesn't care what he looks like only that he is comfortable/practical, known to simply not bother changing out of the jumpsuit he wears while working or to simply throw a trench coat over it in winter. Otherwise jeans a shirt and a jacket covered in pockets with various items, including whatever he is reading at the moment inside them. Generally clean shaven and still relatively well muscled, a few small scars accumulated over the years from accidents and one more recent when he accidentally stabbed himself with his power.

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P S Y C H E

● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●

clinical and a little fatalistic, life has not gone in the way he wanted it to, not that he had much of a plan but this was definitely not in it but them's the breaks. After a lifetime of searching for purpose he had effectively given up on finding something better until the day the universe decided to drop a superpower on his lap. This has given him purpose, while it may not be much now his ability grows a little each day and practicing it gives him a sense of empowerment that has been missing, of potential and of hope for a future where he can control his fate. He hopes to use the potential strength to change the world, to bring down those who currently have traditional power with his new strength if its upper limit is as high as he hopes.

Generally enjoys reading, metal music, drinking and communism. Despite his general distaste with his position he has come to enjoy the more maintenance side of his work, learning how to fix stuff is probably the only interesting part of his job so while the school may not be the most clean many of its various boilers, computers, ovens and other machines owe their continued existence to his researched bodges, first with duct tape and now with odd metal growths.
While not the most optimistic of individuals he tries to get along with others, particularly those who are in a similar position to himself.

● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●

Bisexual, however he isn’t, and never really has, looking for any romantic relationship, in his mind love is something that other people experience not him and definitely not for him.

● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●

Probably the last time he was inspired to do anything was at his time in university, while learning about history, the ongoing and repeating patterns of the wealthy having both all the power and yet no interest in trying to govern fairly and only seeking to enrich themselves. For example the Roman Republic was a corrupt and self serving system, plagued again and again by the need for wealth distribution. He joined in with local protests and organisations dedicated to the cause of socialism, yet these causes never got anywhere and he eventually started drinking heavily as a result of his disillusionment with the idea that he could change the world with his words and actions. Having spent most of his time in university either drunk or campaigning for socialist revolution he found himself with a relatively poor degree in Classics & Ancient History and relatively few prospects.

In the end he ended up in a brief stint in the military and his attitude, while not allowing for any exemplary action meant that he got through the it by going with the flow so to speak, a general disinterest in disobedience is almost discipline. The main operation he was involved in was Operation Provide Comfort, where he provided security of the headquarters, Kurdish refugee camps, and convoy security. As a result most of his time was spent on guarding things and while he did on multiple occasions see combat it mostly involved driving off hostiles from attacking whatever he was guarding. All in all what he got out of it was the physical training, something he maintains to a lesser degree even today and a greater appreciation for all those roman soldiers who returned home only to learn they had nothing to go back too he had read about in Uni. Returning home he ended up drifting from job to job and from place to place, eventually ending up in this out of the way town as the school janitor.

There he stayed for the next 8 years, generally getting to know the town and being bored out of his skull. After coming down with the sickness and taking some days off he returned to work only to accidentally stab himself when he discovered his power by stabbing his hand with a nail he was holding. Using his wound to take another day off he spent it learning how to use his power without self injury, mainly by making lots of small statuettes out of coins and trying to lift them. He is generally keeping this a secret till he can use it to properly defend himself and not just make trinkets, though also on the lookout for others with power, it is good to know who the potential threats/kindred spirits are if you plan on changing the world. Is considering making a suit, or at least a mask using his power.

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T H E M U N D A N E

● S U P E R P O W E R ●

Metal manipulation.

● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●

Ascendant

● A B I L I T I E S ●

The ability to shape and lift metal with his mind. He can take existing metal and stretch warp and mold it without the need for tools or heat. He can also levitate metal. Both of these are far easier when touching the metal itself. An interesting effect is that this touching can be transferred along the entire length of an object, so wires and cables are an optimum thing to manipulate as the touching effect transfers up their entire length. At the moment his mental muscles limit the amount of metal that can be shaped/moved and the range distance is quite limiting. As a result he is restricted to things like slowly floating small metal objects like coins and small tools, fusing locks shut, making small statuettes, improvised welding, screwing with machinery by messing up their internals, making small weapons/tools on the fly out of plain metal, making larger metal objects slightly easier to move yet no less heavy, using long wires he is touching as tendrils

● W E A K N E S S E S ●

Wrapping his head around how to move or shape something only with his mind is difficult and as result he generally has to move in a way that corresponds to an action, reaching out and pulling to grab something, pushing to toss something, actively molding an object in his hands etc. Also the further an object is beyond his reach the less he can effect it.

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

@McHaggis

1. If you can find a better quality image for the top of the sheet (for aesthetic reasons) that would be grand. You and I both know it's the janitor from Scrubs/Neil Flynn, and the dude himself is fine, we just need higher quality image!

turns out the preview option make images look way bigger than they actually will be. will probably use these.

My Hider

2. We're not sure about the power as it seems overly complex and difficult to explain as simply as possible, and we're especially not fond of the 'growing' metal bit. We suggest Metal Manipulation as an alternative because it's more dynamic and flexible as a power :>

out of curiosity would you accept it if I removed the growth part and kept it to generating one type of metal. If not that's cool, I'll do metalbending instead, just means i have to carry spools of steel cable around or something.

3. Finally, we'd like you to expand on the backstory a bit (as well as maybe add a paragraph break in there). You go through his early life very quickly:

will do, did you decide where this is set country wise as that may affect the military bit.

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

@McHaggis, @Undine, @Roosan
character sheet made.

Sebastian Mortimer

Sebastian Mortimer

Ascendant

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B A S I C P R O F I L E

● N A M E ●

Sebastian Mortimer. Also known as Seb if they know him or simply Janitor to people who don't know his name

● A G E ●

48

● G E N D E R ●

Male

● O C C U P A T I O N ●

high school janitor

● L O O K S ●

Seb dresses like a man who doesn't care what he looks like only that he is comfortable/practical, known to simply not bother changing out of the jumpsuit he wears while working or to simply throw a trench coat over it in winter. Otherwise jeans a shirt and a jacket covered in pockets with various items, including whatever he is reading at the moment inside them. Generally clean shaven and still relatively well muscled, a few small scars accumulated over the years from accidents and one more recent when he accidentally stabbed himself with his power.

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P S Y C H E

● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●

clinical and a little fatalistic, life has not gone in the way he wanted it to, not that he had much of a plan but this was definitely not in it but thems the breaks. After a lifetime of searching for purpose he had effectively given up on finding something better until the day the universe decided to drop a superpower on his lap. This has given him purpose, while it may not be much now his ability grows a little each day and practicing it gives him a sense of empowerment that has been missing, of potential and of hope for a future where he can control his fate. He hopes to use the potential strength to change the world, to bring down those who currently have traditional power with his new strength if its upper limit is as high as he hopes.

Generally enjoys reading, metal music, drinking and communism. Despite his general distaste with his position he has come to enjoy the more maintenance side of his work, learning how to fix stuff is probably the only interesting part of his job so while the school may not be the most clean many of its various boilers, computers, ovens and other machines owe their continued existence to his researched bodges, first with duct tape and now with odd metal growths.
While not the most optimistic of individuals he tries to get along with others, particularly those who are in a similar position to himself.

● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●

Bisexual, however he isn’t, and never really has, looking for any romantic relationship, in his mind love is something that other people experience not him.

● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●

Having spent most of his time in university either drunk or campaigning for socialist revolution he found himself with a relatively poor joint degree in Classics & Ancient History. Drifting from job to job, even a brief stint in the military, eventually ending up in this out of the way town as the school janitor. There he stayed for the next 5 years, generally getting to know the town and being bored out of his skull. After coming down with the sickness and taking some days off he returned to work only to accidentally stab himself when he discovered his power by browsing spikes on a coin straight into his hand and not being able to stop before it hurt him. Using his wound to take another day off he spent it learning how to use his power without self injury, mainly by making lots of small statuets out of coins and nails. Generally keeping this a secret till he can use it to properly defend himself and not just make trinkets, though also on the lookout for others with power, it is good to know who the potential threats/kindred spirits are if you plan on changing the world. Is considering making a suit, or at least a mask using his power.

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T H E M U N D A N E

● S U P E R P O W E R ●

Metal generation/growth.

● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●

Ascendant

● A B I L I T I E S ●

Allows him to create metal objects – blades, beams, bludgeons, sheets, tubes, spears, needles etc – which extend from solid surfaces around him. Metal can be created on top of existing metal, allowing the creation of more detailed shapes/constructions by overlapping the metal. The blades summoned are made either of steel or of the metal of the surface they grow from. At the moment this is very slow though there is no upper limit to the amount that can be generated and the metal is persistent. The metal is also rather dull and crude at the moment so while in future he might be able to extend blades fast enough and sharp enough to hurt people as they grow, at the moment its more limited to fusing locks shut, making small statuettes, improvised welding, screwing with machinery by clogging their internals, making small weapons/tools on the fly, tripping/ensnaring people etc. The area he can grow metal is rather short at the moment, limited to surfaces in a small radius around himself

● W E A K N E S S E S ●

the power cannot grow from biological material, so wood, leather, cloth, plastics and most importantly flesh, cannot be used for growth. Also there is an unknown block on growing metal inside someone even if they have swallowed something that it could grown out of. The denser the metal the slow it is to grow. Aluminium is fast, iron and copper are standard, silver slow, gold really slow and uranium would be glacial (this is basically to stop money cheating by making tons of gold etc.)

A Good Old Dungeon Spelunk (Full currently, check back later!)

@Banana
cs is now on the right area. added a few mundane changes to items like waterproofing the bag, adding a belt with pouches, making the pickax an ice pickax (those climbing ones with the serration on them not a magic frozen pickax) and a padded box for the slate. going to force myself to leave it alone now.