Eisenhorn

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

As a heads up, I'll be posting outside of Wanderneire, add to some of the shenanigans potentially brewing out there.

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

Gerard Voss

Name:
"Gerard Voss, Manipulator of Mana, Magitech, and all sorts of tricks in between. At your service, for a modest fee of course.

Species:
"Far too tall to be a Dwarf, ears too blunt to be an Elf, and nowhere near hairy enough to be a Leveret. Oh, and solid, so no slime. Human it is then!"

Gender:
"Male, though I'm sure the stubble and lack of curves didn't give that away at all."

Age:
"Late thirties, early forties, I think? I lose track, not something that is terribly relevant."

Note: Current age is 41.

Birthplace:
"Some small village out in the middle of nowhere, out beyond the swamps and at least a weeks travel from Wanderneir."

Note: Saker Keep, the village in question, has close ties in trade with the Dwarves of nearby mountains. Settled in the ruins of an old Human castle, they tend to fend off bandits and the like on a routine basis, meaning that the technology they received from the dwarves as part of trading has had to be weaponized.

Current Location:
"Seeing what's to see in Wanderneir, curious name that. Perhaps do some commission work, see if anything interesting jumps up, otherwise move on..."

Mental Description:
"A flippant nuisance and far too eager to tinker for his own good. Ahh, such kind words, aren't they? The dwarves may not have been wrong though."

Gerard is a tinkerer, an experimenter, and explorer by nature. Always pushing his creations and even his own body to their limits whenever it suits him, he tends to get up to his neck in trouble if for no other reason than to see how well he can get out of it. Being a drifter and wanderer at heart, he tends not to hang around in any one place for too long unless something interesting or otherwise engaging is going on. Of course, he cannot simply wander for free, and often finds himself in the employ of all sorts, and is certainly willing to do dirty work to line his pockets before going about his business. Outside of doing business, he has little regard for anything that doesn't hold his interest, be it curious beings, curious technology, curious magic, or merely strange occurrences. That being said, he can be counted on to (begrudgingly) assist those he finds as friends, in his own special way that may or may not be actually seen as helpful in the short term. Or the long term, depending on the original goal, but he will help.

Strengths:
"I'm a tinkerer with magitech, what more could I need?"

What is obvious from Gerard's equipment is that, despite his human birth, he has every intent of not only matching the Dwarves and their technological marvels, but even surpassing them. He maintains and builds his own equipment, and is a deft hand in puzzling out even ancient technology that is still running even after all this time. Fitting for a Magitech focused man, he has the ability to manipulate the Mana that is in the air and always around him, though to what extent he keeps a closely guarded secret. To go along with this, he has a deft hand and sharp eyes, able to pick out minute details and do things that require fine motor control. What is less obvious is the fact that he is competent at first aid and treating injuries, mostly his own since he has had things quite literally blow up in his face before. Outside of this, he is used to making ends meet with very little, and living out in the wilds when traveling, exploring, and plunging headlong into the places destroyed and forgotten during the war.

Drawbacks:
"Flaws, me? I'm flawless. Really, cross my heart and hope to die."

Despite boasting, Gerard is, in fact, not a flawless human being. Compared to others of his species, he is not terribly strong, reliant on dexterity and agility to make ends meet. Given his flippant, and often times secretive, attitude, he can rather easily make enemies regardless of whether or not he intends to or not. Add in the fact that nothing is off limits, and he believes he can go wherever he pleases if it suits his interests and needs, he can find himself in hot water in a hurry. He also has far too much confidence in his experimental, and temperamental, magitech inventions, meaning that should all of it fail, he'll be down to whatever is on hand and his own wits to get by.

Current Magitech Inventions

Experimental Longcaster:
"My second, and longest running, project. Ease of use of a crossbow, without all the fussing about. At least in theory."

The long metal contraption that is on his back most of the time, Gerard refers to it as a "Longcaster", not the most imaginative of names, but it gets the point across. Comparable to what one might consider a wheellock mechanism, though it does not unwind when fired to generate sparks. The windings instead control how cohesive the pure mana slug in the mana condensing crystals that line the weapon's internals is. The more tightly wound the control spring, the longer reaching the slug is. Of course, more cohesiveness takes longer for the weapon to naturally draw upon ambient mana to recharge, and while Gerard can certainly use his own ability to manipulate mana to forcefully recharge the chamber, doing so in rapid succession can lead to the crystals overheating or outright exploding. Notably, when fully unwound, instead of a single slug, the weapon emits a blast of mana that acts more like an explosive than a single shot, unintentionally useful for close defense.

Prototype Shortcaster
"Yes, it's still technically a prototype, but its my most reliable and successful creation."
Originally with only one barrel, and far more simplistic, Gerard's imaginative naming conventions have continued even now. Having evolved from its humble origins, the contraption has six barrels, each lined with crystals capable of drawing in and containing mana until agitated into a violent release. While not capable of creating blasts that maintain cohesiveness for nearly as long or far as the Longcaster, but he can chain up to six blasts of damaging mana slugs in rapid succession before having to either let the crystals recharge on their own or manually force them to accept mana he manipulates into the barrels. While it may look like it, the thing does not actually rotate freely, a lever on the box holding the six barrels in place can be flicked to change which barrel is being agitated into firing off its charge.

General Note: As more things are created, stolen and modified, or otherwise come into his possession, they will be added into this list.

Background Information:
"Now, where's the fun in spelling out everything? No, no you get to find out the hard way."

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

Getting my fellow moved over to the character tab, I'll try and have a post up sometime today.

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

Alright, sorted out finally. Apologies for the delay.

CS

Name:
"Gerard Voss, Manipulator of Mana, Magitech, and all sorts of tricks in between. At your service, for a modest fee of course.

Species:
"Far too tall to be a Dwarf, ears too blunt to be an Elf, and nowhere near hairy enough to be a Leveret. Oh, and solid, so no slime. Human it is then!"

Gender:
"Male, though I'm sure the stubble and lack of curves didn't give that away at all."

Age:
"Late thirties, early forties, I think? I lose track, not something that is terribly relevant."

Note: Current age is 41.

Birthplace:
"Some small village out in the middle of nowhere, out beyond the swamps and at least a weeks travel from Wanderneir."

Note: Saker Keep, the village in question, has close ties in trade with the Dwarves of nearby mountains. Settled in the ruins of an old Human castle, they tend to fend off bandits and the like on a routine basis, meaning that the technology they received from the dwarves as part of trading has had to be weaponized.

Current Location:
"Seeing what's to see in Wanderneir, curious name that. Perhaps do some commission work, see if anything interesting jumps up, otherwise move on..."

Mental Description:
"A flippant nuisance and far too eager to tinker for his own good. Ahh, such kind words, aren't they? The dwarves may not have been wrong though."

Gerard is a tinkerer, an experimenter, and explorer by nature. Always pushing his creations and even his own body to their limits whenever it suits him, he tends to get up to his neck in trouble if for no other reason than to see how well he can get out of it. Being a drifter and wanderer at heart, he tends not to hang around in any one place for too long unless something interesting or otherwise engaging is going on. Of course, he cannot simply wander for free, and often finds himself in the employ of all sorts, and is certainly willing to do dirty work to line his pockets before going about his business. Outside of doing business, he has little regard for anything that doesn't hold his interest, be it curious beings, curious technology, curious magic, or merely strange occurrences. That being said, he can be counted on to (begrudgingly) assist those he finds as friends, in his own special way that may or may not be actually seen as helpful in the short term. Or the long term, depending on the original goal, but he will help.

Strengths:
"I'm a tinkerer with magitech, what more could I need?"

What is obvious from Gerard's equipment is that, despite his human birth, he has every intent of not only matching the Dwarves and their technological marvels, but even surpassing them. He maintains and builds his own equipment, and is a deft hand in puzzling out even ancient technology that is still running even after all this time. Fitting for a Magitech focused man, he has the ability to manipulate the Mana that is in the air and always around him, though to what extent he keeps a closely guarded secret. To go along with this, he has a deft hand and sharp eyes, able to pick out minute details and do things that require fine motor control. What is less obvious is the fact that he is competent at first aid and treating injuries, mostly his own since he has had things quite literally blow up in his face before. Outside of this, he is used to making ends meet with very little, and living out in the wilds when traveling, exploring, and plunging headlong into the places destroyed and forgotten during the war.

Drawbacks:
"Flaws, me? I'm flawless. Really, cross my heart and hope to die."

Despite boasting, Gerard is, in fact, not a flawless human being. Compared to others of his species, he is not terribly strong, reliant on dexterity and agility to make ends meet. Given his flippant, and often times secretive, attitude, he can rather easily make enemies regardless of whether or not he intends to or not. Add in the fact that nothing is off limits, and he believes he can go wherever he pleases if it suits his interests and needs, he can find himself in hot water in a hurry. He also has far too much confidence in his experimental, and temperamental, magitech inventions, meaning that should all of it fail, he'll be down to whatever is on hand and his own wits to get by.

Current Magitech Inventions

Experimental Longcaster:
"My second, and longest running, project. Ease of use of a crossbow, without all the fussing about. At least in theory."

The long metal contraption that is on his back most of the time, Gerard refers to it as a "Longcaster", not the most imaginative of names, but it gets the point across. Comparable to what one might consider a wheellock mechanism, though it does not unwind when fired to generate sparks. The windings instead control how cohesive the pure mana slug in the mana condensing crystals that line the weapon's internals is. The more tightly wound the control spring, the longer reaching the slug is. Of course, more cohesiveness takes longer for the weapon to naturally draw upon ambient mana to recharge, and while Gerard can certainly use his own ability to manipulate mana to forcefully recharge the chamber, doing so in rapid succession can lead to the crystals overheating or outright exploding. Notably, when fully unwound, instead of a single slug, the weapon emits a blast of mana that acts more like an explosive than a single shot, unintentionally useful for close defense.

Prototype Shortcaster
"Yes, it's still technically a prototype, but its my most reliable and successful creation."
Originally with only one barrel, and far more simplistic, Gerard's imaginative naming conventions have continued even now. Having evolved from its humble origins, the contraption has six barrels, each lined with crystals capable of drawing in and containing mana until agitated into a violent release. While not capable of creating blasts that maintain cohesiveness for nearly as long or far as the Longcaster, but he can chain up to six blasts of damaging mana slugs in rapid succession before having to either let the crystals recharge on their own or manually force them to accept mana he manipulates into the barrels. While it may look like it, the thing does not actually rotate freely, a lever on the box holding the six barrels in place can be flicked to change which barrel is being agitated into firing off its charge.

General Note: As more things are created, stolen and modified, or otherwise come into his possession, they will be added into this list.

Background Information:
"Now, where's the fun in spelling out everything? No, no you get to find out the hard way."

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

Hmm, this does seem to have the potential to be rather interesting, I'll be getting started on a character then.

Star Wars: Holdouts

Weiland Voss

Name: Weiland Voss

Species: Lorrdian

Age: 31

Major Skills:
- Demolitions -
A long running lineage of training and knowledge, handed down from father to son, coupled with practical experience earned in the field makes Weiland an absolute savant when it comes to anything explosive. Whether using formal, proper explosives, improvising his own, or even (much to his usual disappointment) disarming them, its unlikely for Weiland to be caught unawares by any sort of ordinance.

- Close Quarters Combat -
Despite his wishes, Weiland has to acknowledge that once someone is close enough, employing a thermal detonator or any sort of explosive could prove hazardous to more than the target. Fittingly, he has learned to defend himself up close and personal. While he doesn't follow a single discipline for fighting in a melee, he employs tricks and techniques he has picked up wandering as a mercenary, and fights dirty without a second thought.

Minor Skills:
- Body Language and Non Verbal Communication -
Despite his explosive preferences, Weiland is a Lorrdian through and through, meaning he has a natural talent for non verbal communication, and giving away absolutely nothing that he does not intend to give away. This also extends to reading the body language of others, as even the slightest shift of balance and posture could indicate trouble, or a complete lack thereof.

- Marksmanship -
Not his forte, by any stretch, Weiland is still a reliable shot, just not a great one. If he can't blow it up, or punch it out, odds are he can at least give them something to think about as he puts blaster shots down range towards whatever is needing to be shot. Given that some folks do not take kindly to the explosive route, he often has to fall back on this when he is part of a team that does not want high amounts of collateral damage.

Character Flaws:
- One Track Mind -
He has a nasty habit of focusing on a problem or task, to the point of missing other, possibly easier, means of accomplishing a task or a goal. He is still aware of his surroundings, mind you, but his focus on a task or problem can rob him of a larger picture view at times.

- Passionate -
Much like others of his kind, Weiland despises slavery, slavers, and the like. So much so that not only has he refused contracts from known slavers, he has gone out of his way to hinder, harass, or outright murder them. Considering these activities were oft in the Outer Rim, and in places where the only law is the law that someone holds themselves to, it was not such a problem. Operating in more civilized space? Keeping him from gunning down a slaver, even one doing legal business, will be a concern.

- Distrustful -
Weiland might be chatty and polite when he wants to be, but that doesn't mean he is trusting the person in the slightest. His distrust of unknowns and casual acquaintances is at a level that one might consider paranoid instead of being merely diligent. He tends to plan around others failing their tasks, or outright betraying them, and it takes a great deal of work to actually get into his good books. More like good pamphlets, really, considering how few are trusted on a routine basis.

- Flippant -
While some may view this as a lack of respect towards authority, in all reality, Weiland just has a general disregard for solemn or serious situations. Which often translates into a disregard towards authority, given the fact he tends to remark in a mocking or non serious manner. Also described as a devil may care attitude, though he does certainly care about some things. Just, most of the time, not the situation at hand.

Equipment
+ FC-1 Flechette Launcher
+ S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol (Modified to allow use as an Ascension Gun, grappling and ascending, or descending, from a given location)
+ Padded Blaster Resistant Breast Plate (Worn under normal attire)
+ All Weather Cloak
+ A hardened backpack loaded with his explosives. These include Thermal Detonators, Fragmentation grenades, a few Ion Grenades, two smoke grenades, and a pair of explosive charges at the bottom of the backpack for demolitions work. Anything beyond this default kit, he would have to prepare ahead of time.

Brief Background:
Weiland is the son of security forces on Lorrd, though whether or not he is still in contact with his family or not is up for debate. He received training and instruction from a young age in how to defend himself and utilize various weapons, though he was noted for being fascinated by explosives. Once he was old enough, he stowed away on a starship bound for the Outer Rim, and began doing mercenary work for most whoever could pay him well. The only jobs he didn't take were those working for slavers, though he had no qualms going after them, for any reason. He made a name for himself, being the type of mercenary you called in whenever you didn't want to leave anything standing. He didn't do the 'take them alive' type of jobs very often, finding his skills were not well suited to such tasks. While his reputation is strictly in the Outer Rim, he has been looking at expanding his working area, mostly since he has grown rather bored of the Outer Rim at this point.

Star Wars: Holdouts

Alright, got a fellow sorted out for consideration.

CS

Name: Weiland Voss

Species: Lorrdian

Age: 31

Major Skills:
- Demolitions -
A long running lineage of training and knowledge, handed down from father to son, coupled with practical experience earned in the field makes Weiland an absolute savant when it comes to anything explosive. Whether using formal, proper explosives, improvising his own, or even (much to his usual disappointment) disarming them, its unlikely for Weiland to be caught unawares by any sort of ordinance.

- Close Quarters Combat -
Despite his wishes, Weiland has to acknowledge that once someone is close enough, employing a thermal detonator or any sort of explosive could prove hazardous to more than the target. Fittingly, he has learned to defend himself up close and personal. While he doesn't follow a single discipline for fighting in a melee, he employs tricks and techniques he has picked up wandering as a mercenary, and fights dirty without a second thought.

Minor Skills:
- Body Language and Non Verbal Communication -
Despite his explosive preferences, Weiland is a Lorrdian through and through, meaning he has a natural talent for non verbal communication, and giving away absolutely nothing that he does not intend to give away. This also extends to reading the body language of others, as even the slightest shift of balance and posture could indicate trouble, or a complete lack thereof.

- Marksmanship -
Not his forte, by any stretch, Weiland is still a reliable shot, just not a great one. If he can't blow it up, or punch it out, odds are he can at least give them something to think about as he puts blaster shots down range towards whatever is needing to be shot. Given that some folks do not take kindly to the explosive route, he often has to fall back on this when he is part of a team that does not want high amounts of collateral damage.

Character Flaws:
- One Track Mind -
He has a nasty habit of focusing on a problem or task, to the point of missing other, possibly easier, means of accomplishing a task or a goal. He is still aware of his surroundings, mind you, but his focus on a task or problem can rob him of a larger picture view at times.

- Passionate -
Much like others of his kind, Weiland despises slavery, slavers, and the like. So much so that not only has he refused contracts from known slavers, he has gone out of his way to hinder, harass, or outright murder them. Considering these activities were oft in the Outer Rim, and in places where the only law is the law that someone holds themselves to, it was not such a problem. Operating in more civilized space? Keeping him from gunning down a slaver, even one doing legal business, will be a concern.

- Distrustful -
Weiland might be chatty and polite when he wants to be, but that doesn't mean he is trusting the person in the slightest. His distrust of unknowns and casual acquaintances is at a level that one might consider paranoid instead of being merely diligent. He tends to plan around others failing their tasks, or outright betraying them, and it takes a great deal of work to actually get into his good books. More like good pamphlets, really, considering how few are trusted on a routine basis.

- Flippant -
While some may view this as a lack of respect towards authority, in all reality, Weiland just has a general disregard for solemn or serious situations. Which often translates into a disregard towards authority, given the fact he tends to remark in a mocking or non serious manner. Also described as a devil may care attitude, though he does certainly care about some things. Just, most of the time, not the situation at hand.

Equipment
+ FC-1 Flechette Launcher
+ S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol (Modified to allow use as an Ascension Gun, grappling and ascending, or descending, from a given location)
+ Padded Blaster Resistant Breast Plate (Worn under normal attire)
+ All Weather Cloak
+ A hardened backpack loaded with his explosives. These include Thermal Detonators, Fragmentation grenades, a few Ion Grenades, two smoke grenades, and a pair of explosive charges at the bottom of the backpack for demolitions work. Anything beyond this default kit, he would have to prepare ahead of time.

Brief Background:
Weiland is the son of security forces on Lorrd, though whether or not he is still in contact with his family or not is up for debate. He received training and instruction from a young age in how to defend himself and utilize various weapons, though he was noted for being fascinated by explosives. Once he was old enough, he stowed away on a starship bound for the Outer Rim, and began doing mercenary work for most whoever could pay him well. The only jobs he didn't take were those working for slavers, though he had no qualms going after them, for any reason. He made a name for himself, being the type of mercenary you called in whenever you didn't want to leave anything standing. He didn't do the 'take them alive' type of jobs very often, finding his skills were not well suited to such tasks. While his reputation is strictly in the Outer Rim, he has been looking at expanding his working area, mostly since he has grown rather bored of the Outer Rim at this point.

Midnight Illusion Agency: An Urban Fantasy RP

Notes: Italics are thoughts, and unless otherwise noted, thoughts are in German.
Is Weiland
Is his Hermingja, Ermendrud

"Now then, given current circumstances...." As far as Weiland was concerned, he had already dismissed the seething, short bundle of rage, considering he wasn't even looking in her general direction now. Ermendrud, however, was keeping an eye on her, a sly grin that was unseen to all on her face. She found the young Voss' antics rather amusing, given his general attitude, though she did feel obligated to say something to her partner when it was apparent that the young, angry girl was going to be resorting to violence to rectify things. "Given current circumstances, I would shift your weight to your right leg Voss." Resisting the urge to raise an eyebrow at the remark, he did as instructed, having learned to trust Ermendrud whenever she said such things out of the blue, and sure enough, she was once again in the right in her actions. There was no way he could have seen that or prepared himself without forewarning, and the amount of force behind the kick was unexpected.

A sharp, clipped hiss of pain from the sudden kick that connected rather solidly with his left shin. Now that was much more strength than he had been expecting from some girl in her teens, which shifted his attention back to her as she barked about him being a rude idiot for first nearly running into her then insulting her. So, highly ill tempered and extraordinarily sensitive about her height. Not necessarily surprising, given her response to being nearly collided with, but confirmation was good. What had not been anticipated was the strength of the kick, something to be keeping in mind should he find himself dealing with her more. Be ready to avoid such blows, given the likely bruise that was now forming on his shin. Adjusting his glasses, his gaze focused down at her once more, a touch of intensity and clarity despite his rather devil may care attitude on display. "The kind of rude idiot who does not shy away from his nature. I'm sure you understand that, given your rather crude approach to dispensing notification on your displeasure."

Yes, he was still being antagonizing, in an off hand sort of manner, but it was just who Weiland was. Considering he had learned a few interesting, useful bits of information, all without having to ask a thing or even offer information on himself in return, it was all going smoothly as far as he was concerned. Of course, Ermendrud had gone back to looking around and watching their surroundings, considering she had redirected Weiland's attention back to the angry young lady, the spirit's job was done once more. She would be listening in, as she always was, but that was nothing new really. Weiland was alarmingly used to a complete lack of privacy, what with having the spirit with him at all times unless he gave her leave to manifest and do something, and even then, she rarely left his line of sight or, barring that, ability to stay in contact with her.

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Star Wars: Holdouts

Got room for one more? Love me some Star Wars, sure as sure.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Hmm, well, do keep me appraised, yeah? Always down for 40k, at least give it consideration.