Yep, Well, you try finding a decent picture of a male Gorgon, its almost impossible, and the ones that do exist don't have snake hair (curse you D&D).
Also if you need skin you could always kill an animal, or wait until its Akira's shedding season.
Besides, I can't see the boobs on that one, that's part of why I chose it, that and it fitted with the colour scheme, asides with amber instead of blue.
I should probably replace it with one of my own.
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Waking up spread-eagled over a boulder was not something Akira had expected when he had decided to open his eyes that day. Neither was it expected that when he flicked out his tongue to taste the air that he would smell a considerable number of foreign human scents nearby.
Unfortunately for the curiosity which might have been raised due to this, the warm rock and luxurious weather proved to be too strong a gift to be wasted. Strangely he was treating the scenario with an inordinate amount of calmness, although that may have been to do with the summer sun beating down on him as he basked happily in the heat.
I wonder where I am he wondered, yawning as he did so and opening one eye lazily. He appeared to be in a forest of sorts, nice and densely wooded, and he was surrounded by a strange selection of the most curious gaijin he had ever seen.
How novel he mused. Given he didn’t seem to be in any apparent danger, and he somehow doubted his rivals would suddenly decide to kidnap him to take him to some woodland for a nap, he figured there couldn’t be any immediate danger.
The last thing he recalled was a banquet service with his loyal soldiers of the syndicate celebrating the second year of his rule of the clan, and the retiring to his quarters with a certain voluptuous lady and a bottle full of sake. Somehow he doubted that could have escalated to suddenly going on a drunken ramble with about a hundred different gaijin from across the world to stagger drunkenly into a wood and nap on a boulder.
So there had to be something more to this.
Half awake, with one eye opened he watched as the other people began to steadily awaken from their stupors, and begin to express the same confusion he himself felt over the situation at hand. Clearly nobody appeared to remember what had made them all suddenly congregate together in a patch of woodland; some didn’t even seem to speak the same language as each other, furthering unusual nature of scenario.
Had he stumbled into some sort of multicultural bachelor party?
Somehow he doubted that.
Usually he had a couple of guards follow him when he went out and about, not that he needed them much, what with being a gigantic terrifying gorgon half the length of a bus, but for traditions sake. Thinking harder he vaguely remembered falling at some point, although his brain was not terribly clear on the subject.
His brow furrowed as he began to dissect his memories. He remembered falling through a series of floating lights, and strange otherworldly whispers coursing through his ears in a language he could not understand.
Then suddenly there had been blackness… and then… this forest.
What could it mean?
Some of the people were talking a consolatory position in waking up and explaining their current situation to those how had just awoken. Even now he saw dark haired European lady followed by a particularly Nordic looking fellow helping out some of them nearby. Personally he didn’t feel up to the hassle, he figured he’d be out of here soon enough, back at home with his men and having a fine laugh about the almost fantastic tale he would spin… or at least he hoped.
For now he figured he’d watch, wait, pick up the gossip and have a little doze on this boulder for a bit. Relaxing a little more he let part of his shifter side slip out, and felt the cascade of scales on his body flicker across in a tiny patter. He attempted to shift himself into a more comfortable position, moving his arm slightly and suddenly noticing something strange in it.
Curious he opened his eyes slightly and peered down.
His composite bow?
Now how did that get there? I put in back in its place this very morning.
Now taking in his appearance more fully, he realised that he hadn’t been wearing this suit the night before either, the kidskin gloves and dark silk lined jacket had definitely been stored away when he had gone to bed, how could he be wearing them?
The questions were steadily piling, and he had no answers.
Feeling underneath his suit he found some small change and a few rings and bits and pieces, but nothing of note. He also appeared to be wearing a hooded top beneath it, which he only used when he was going out on business and needed to cover up his half-shifted appearance with something a little more innocuous.
The situation was steadily becoming more and more curious.
Casually the woman he had noticed earlier had made her way through the groaning piles of people towards him and had stopped nearby to converse with other woman who was looking a little dazed. Pausing for a moment for the right time in the lull of the conversation he sized the two up, the first – whose name was apparently ‘Lily’- came across as a friendly sort, with an interest in athleticism based on her physique. She wasn’t the most dazzling lady he had ever seen but he could tell that beneath the relative normality there was definitely something more to be seen. Strangely he kept on picking up on silver wisps around her, just at the corner of his vision, and he paused to wonder what they were.
Maybe I am just hallucinating it…
The other woman seemed to be a Westerner as well, with dark brown hair and a shapely face, with bright blue unusual eyes. She came across as a little on her guard and far more cautious than Lily had been, perhaps still struggling to right herself in a world which had made such an unusual turn of events.
Apparently her name was Liza.
They made their introductions as he watched, eyes half lidded and still sprawled over the warm boulder with some level of interest. He paused to pull himself up and yawn he took in the forest once again in a cursory searching glance.
The wood was old, that was for sure. The foliage and trees were thick and untended, and the trees themselves towered high into the sky, casting long shadows over them as the sun continued to move through the sky on its set path.
Wherever they were, it wasn’t Japan.
When he saw a momentary lull in the conversation he decided to interject, rippling his scales into oblivion again before striking up the question.
“Pardon me miss Lily, miss Liza, but do you have the slightest any idea where we are? For I am absolutely certain this is not my beloved homeland of Japan.” He blinked reptilianly for a moment and continued after a slight pause, “a thousand apologies, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Akira Kagemusha, it is a pleasure to meet both you.”
With this he rose up onto his feet, heels clicking, and gave them a low bow of respect, waiting for their replies.
I hope they do not mind my intrusion.
Suddenly he heard stomping behind him and turned to look a woman who appeared to have just fallen from a tree, pointing her finger like a sword she let out a torrent of questions which sounded more like demands and remained staring at Lily, arm raised.
Well, this one is certainly ruder than me.
Unfortunately for the curiosity which might have been raised due to this, the warm rock and luxurious weather proved to be too strong a gift to be wasted. Strangely he was treating the scenario with an inordinate amount of calmness, although that may have been to do with the summer sun beating down on him as he basked happily in the heat.
I wonder where I am he wondered, yawning as he did so and opening one eye lazily. He appeared to be in a forest of sorts, nice and densely wooded, and he was surrounded by a strange selection of the most curious gaijin he had ever seen.
How novel he mused. Given he didn’t seem to be in any apparent danger, and he somehow doubted his rivals would suddenly decide to kidnap him to take him to some woodland for a nap, he figured there couldn’t be any immediate danger.
The last thing he recalled was a banquet service with his loyal soldiers of the syndicate celebrating the second year of his rule of the clan, and the retiring to his quarters with a certain voluptuous lady and a bottle full of sake. Somehow he doubted that could have escalated to suddenly going on a drunken ramble with about a hundred different gaijin from across the world to stagger drunkenly into a wood and nap on a boulder.
So there had to be something more to this.
Half awake, with one eye opened he watched as the other people began to steadily awaken from their stupors, and begin to express the same confusion he himself felt over the situation at hand. Clearly nobody appeared to remember what had made them all suddenly congregate together in a patch of woodland; some didn’t even seem to speak the same language as each other, furthering unusual nature of scenario.
Had he stumbled into some sort of multicultural bachelor party?
Somehow he doubted that.
Usually he had a couple of guards follow him when he went out and about, not that he needed them much, what with being a gigantic terrifying gorgon half the length of a bus, but for traditions sake. Thinking harder he vaguely remembered falling at some point, although his brain was not terribly clear on the subject.
His brow furrowed as he began to dissect his memories. He remembered falling through a series of floating lights, and strange otherworldly whispers coursing through his ears in a language he could not understand.
Then suddenly there had been blackness… and then… this forest.
What could it mean?
Some of the people were talking a consolatory position in waking up and explaining their current situation to those how had just awoken. Even now he saw dark haired European lady followed by a particularly Nordic looking fellow helping out some of them nearby. Personally he didn’t feel up to the hassle, he figured he’d be out of here soon enough, back at home with his men and having a fine laugh about the almost fantastic tale he would spin… or at least he hoped.
For now he figured he’d watch, wait, pick up the gossip and have a little doze on this boulder for a bit. Relaxing a little more he let part of his shifter side slip out, and felt the cascade of scales on his body flicker across in a tiny patter. He attempted to shift himself into a more comfortable position, moving his arm slightly and suddenly noticing something strange in it.
Curious he opened his eyes slightly and peered down.
His composite bow?
Now how did that get there? I put in back in its place this very morning.
Now taking in his appearance more fully, he realised that he hadn’t been wearing this suit the night before either, the kidskin gloves and dark silk lined jacket had definitely been stored away when he had gone to bed, how could he be wearing them?
The questions were steadily piling, and he had no answers.
Feeling underneath his suit he found some small change and a few rings and bits and pieces, but nothing of note. He also appeared to be wearing a hooded top beneath it, which he only used when he was going out on business and needed to cover up his half-shifted appearance with something a little more innocuous.
The situation was steadily becoming more and more curious.
Casually the woman he had noticed earlier had made her way through the groaning piles of people towards him and had stopped nearby to converse with other woman who was looking a little dazed. Pausing for a moment for the right time in the lull of the conversation he sized the two up, the first – whose name was apparently ‘Lily’- came across as a friendly sort, with an interest in athleticism based on her physique. She wasn’t the most dazzling lady he had ever seen but he could tell that beneath the relative normality there was definitely something more to be seen. Strangely he kept on picking up on silver wisps around her, just at the corner of his vision, and he paused to wonder what they were.
Maybe I am just hallucinating it…
The other woman seemed to be a Westerner as well, with dark brown hair and a shapely face, with bright blue unusual eyes. She came across as a little on her guard and far more cautious than Lily had been, perhaps still struggling to right herself in a world which had made such an unusual turn of events.
Apparently her name was Liza.
They made their introductions as he watched, eyes half lidded and still sprawled over the warm boulder with some level of interest. He paused to pull himself up and yawn he took in the forest once again in a cursory searching glance.
The wood was old, that was for sure. The foliage and trees were thick and untended, and the trees themselves towered high into the sky, casting long shadows over them as the sun continued to move through the sky on its set path.
Wherever they were, it wasn’t Japan.
When he saw a momentary lull in the conversation he decided to interject, rippling his scales into oblivion again before striking up the question.
“Pardon me miss Lily, miss Liza, but do you have the slightest any idea where we are? For I am absolutely certain this is not my beloved homeland of Japan.” He blinked reptilianly for a moment and continued after a slight pause, “a thousand apologies, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Akira Kagemusha, it is a pleasure to meet both you.”
With this he rose up onto his feet, heels clicking, and gave them a low bow of respect, waiting for their replies.
I hope they do not mind my intrusion.
Suddenly he heard stomping behind him and turned to look a woman who appeared to have just fallen from a tree, pointing her finger like a sword she let out a torrent of questions which sounded more like demands and remained staring at Lily, arm raised.
Well, this one is certainly ruder than me.
Sorry about the wait, I got some up yesterday but I have been a little busy today, I'll get it up in the next hour or so hopefully.
Hey Kap, would you be too fussed if my dude woke up on a warm boulder just next to Lily and Liza and asked some questions?
And it is done, anything else you can think of?
"I was under the assumption that the moment you look into his eyes, you're pretty much a statue. So averting your eyes wouldn't really be possible (unless you go with the "can still move eyes" thing which seems to be very common when people are paralyzed in movies, books, etc). And I read every post that is written in an RP I'm in, regardless of whether or not my character is actually present. So I will be the side-line guy that can call it out if someone does make that "Mah dood has eenar stranth" comment. I just feel like it's a bit too much that his gaze is utterly inescapable, which is why I request a way to break it. Also, I should clarify, what I mean by "break it" is muster the willpower to look away and break eyecontact, not just look in his eyes and be completely unaffected. Sorry if it sounded like that. "
perhaps its my fault, I wrote it late at night I think my clarity may have faded a little as I got more tired. Anyway lets see if I can measure this out with some points, and I am considering taking on Chrome's point on the gradual paralyzing feature.
-The gaze cannot effect other from far off distances and require consistent eye contact between the two forces
-Limited movement is capable of being done for a few seconds into the gaze, but the longer it goes on the more the body becomes rigid, lets say 5 seconds until complete immobility. during this time your legs and arms feel unnaturally heavy and it requires considerable strength to move them.
-Aversion of gaze: so long as you look away immediately upon connecting with his gaze you will be able escape it, longer than that and you fall into the above situation. The gaze does not work on reflective items, nor does it work if you are moving at such a speed as to make perfect eye contact impossible.
-Aversion point two: Whilst the opponent is in pain whilst looking into the eyes there is an allure to them that makes the body want to look deeper, if the opponent can overcome the allure and the pain he can avert the gaze with only residual pain from the gaze effecting him.
-Pain levels differ in terms of the form, the first form feels like buckets of ice has been thrown over you repeatedly, mixed with intensive heartburn and headaches. Upon aversion of the eyes the feeling dissipates, but the awful headache will continue for several minutes afterwards, disorientating the person.
-Level two is much more intensive pain, and the aversion of the gaze is much harder to achieve but still possible for particularly powerful characters (Dragon Lady and the Windigo for instance could probably get out of it through sheer stubborn willpower, but it'd still hurt like a bitch), in this state the pain is comparable to be being on fire and with blades stuck into all your muscles.
-The gaze requires intensive concentration, any distraction which might avert Akira from his gaze will let the character go - say like a fireball/explosion/someone shooting him with an arrow. Once utilizing the gaze he is mostly unable to shift it without freeing the character, leaving him open to attack from multiple opponents.
-The eyes of the afflicted can still move about to a limited degree several seconds into the gaze, but much like a dancing cobra to the tune of a snake charmer, he will sway back and forth with them to keep them in his gaze.
"Cure for the venom - I was thinking some sort of plant or whatnot from the surrounding area. Pretty rare, but there nonetheless. The trial would be to actually find it, and even get to know what the hell it does as it's a plants that isn't on Earth... Plant. Herb. Potatoe Potatoe <.< You get the idea. I don't intend for it to be something that is readily available, as I understand you wanting to have your guy still be a threat. Same way that I would be kinda irritated if someone said that wearing a tinfoil hat would make them immune to Lily's illusions. And yeah, it can still be a deadly neurotoxin, but no instant death thingie. I do kinda want people to survive and not just have all our characters die off one by one. So it would take some time before they die. I hope that's okay with you?"
-Fair enough, I did offer the alternative which would be to bleed the afflicted person anemic to remove the poison from their system, leaving them quite weakened from the encounter, but if you want to stick a big ole rare plant on some dragon haunted mountaintop I am game for that too. I am happy to reduce the killing speed to hours/days, dependent on the characters raw stubbornness to live.
perhaps its my fault, I wrote it late at night I think my clarity may have faded a little as I got more tired. Anyway lets see if I can measure this out with some points, and I am considering taking on Chrome's point on the gradual paralyzing feature.
-The gaze cannot effect other from far off distances and require consistent eye contact between the two forces
-Limited movement is capable of being done for a few seconds into the gaze, but the longer it goes on the more the body becomes rigid, lets say 5 seconds until complete immobility. during this time your legs and arms feel unnaturally heavy and it requires considerable strength to move them.
-Aversion of gaze: so long as you look away immediately upon connecting with his gaze you will be able escape it, longer than that and you fall into the above situation. The gaze does not work on reflective items, nor does it work if you are moving at such a speed as to make perfect eye contact impossible.
-Aversion point two: Whilst the opponent is in pain whilst looking into the eyes there is an allure to them that makes the body want to look deeper, if the opponent can overcome the allure and the pain he can avert the gaze with only residual pain from the gaze effecting him.
-Pain levels differ in terms of the form, the first form feels like buckets of ice has been thrown over you repeatedly, mixed with intensive heartburn and headaches. Upon aversion of the eyes the feeling dissipates, but the awful headache will continue for several minutes afterwards, disorientating the person.
-Level two is much more intensive pain, and the aversion of the gaze is much harder to achieve but still possible for particularly powerful characters (Dragon Lady and the Windigo for instance could probably get out of it through sheer stubborn willpower, but it'd still hurt like a bitch), in this state the pain is comparable to be being on fire and with blades stuck into all your muscles.
-The gaze requires intensive concentration, any distraction which might avert Akira from his gaze will let the character go - say like a fireball/explosion/someone shooting him with an arrow. Once utilizing the gaze he is mostly unable to shift it without freeing the character, leaving him open to attack from multiple opponents.
-The eyes of the afflicted can still move about to a limited degree several seconds into the gaze, but much like a dancing cobra to the tune of a snake charmer, he will sway back and forth with them to keep them in his gaze.
"Cure for the venom - I was thinking some sort of plant or whatnot from the surrounding area. Pretty rare, but there nonetheless. The trial would be to actually find it, and even get to know what the hell it does as it's a plants that isn't on Earth... Plant. Herb. Potatoe Potatoe <.< You get the idea. I don't intend for it to be something that is readily available, as I understand you wanting to have your guy still be a threat. Same way that I would be kinda irritated if someone said that wearing a tinfoil hat would make them immune to Lily's illusions. And yeah, it can still be a deadly neurotoxin, but no instant death thingie. I do kinda want people to survive and not just have all our characters die off one by one. So it would take some time before they die. I hope that's okay with you?"
-Fair enough, I did offer the alternative which would be to bleed the afflicted person anemic to remove the poison from their system, leaving them quite weakened from the encounter, but if you want to stick a big ole rare plant on some dragon haunted mountaintop I am game for that too. I am happy to reduce the killing speed to hours/days, dependent on the characters raw stubbornness to live.
Monochromatic Rainbow said
Yep, I'd almost suggest a dice roll, but I generally abhor such things.And sorry, I saw "Gorgon" and my first thought was- He turns people to stone!
S'fine, he was going to but Kappy was all like "nopes, I like the Gorgon idea, no stonegaze/touch", so I figured a way around it with the paralytic gaze and the fact that corpses turn into pseudo-statues.
Monochromatic Rainbow said
Can I suggest perhaps having it be so that it begins with a paralysis of sorts, and working it's way to petrification, rather than full on immediate "You're a statue now!"And maybe as a way to break it, a combo of strong willpower one or two people needed to rouse one from it? That or I read that totally wrong and am spouting nonsense, sorry.
Well he can't turn you into stone, but I guess I might be able to work with the idea that it takes a few seconds to kick in, in which case the opponent has a chance to move a bit before going completely rigid. Once again that'll need to be enforced however, as it runs into the same problems as the willpower principle.
"I feel like it should be possible to break his gaze, but it would take a significant amount of willpower. You could keep the pain the gaze courses (if lower it a bit so as to not make it torture levels of pain) to even it up a little."
-the reason its at that level is partly because I fully expect people just to ignore it, because that's such a frequent event in personal RP's for people just to bugger around with the less physical forms of magic/power. If I offer that possibility then EVERYONE will take it, and the power becomes utterly useless in all forms and essentially becomes a non-entity because nobody bothers to acknowledge the effects of it. unless you're happy being an observer of fights and enforcing the idea that it takes more than "Mah dood has eenar stranth" to get out of it, I ain't going to shift on that one. a final point that his gaze requires the other to look at his eyes in order for it to actually work, just avert your eyes from his face should work, and given that he is pretty god damn massive in his second there are plenty of other thing to look at. Also his gaze doesn't work over long distances or less than a second glances because he can't actually make eye contact, so whats to stop you just firebombing him from afar? or hell, just put an arrow in his neck? Alternately, don't be a doofus and tag team him, his eyes only work on one person at a time after all.
-fair enough on the second point with the vemon breath, I will remove it, although I thought it'd be nice regardless.
"there should be a way to cure the venom that isn't just his blood or magic healing. Just one more way that there is access to."
-fine by me, you can invent one if you want given we are in some sort of fantasy setting, but I'd prefer it not to be some form of common as hell magic carrot, make the journey at least interesting for the character- epic quests should be epic- and as Chrome said "deadly neurotoxin should be deadly". Arguably you could create some sort of holy healing spring to deal with it, thats pretty common in mythology. Frankly his poison is actually not as terrible as some out there, like the taiping inland snake with a 80% death rate within half an hour and enough poison in one bite to kill a hundred men, nature is freaky like that.
-As for the armoured scales, once again I point to the fact that he has numerous weak spots and that projectiles and piercing weapons do actually work in place -such as neck, head, eye, underarm, underbelly, and that bludgeoning weapons are going to hurt like hell even with the heavy armour -as in make them cave in, a bit like smashing someones toenails, hell you could even lift up one of the scales and stab soft flesh beneath with something.
I want this to be a character that actually requires some strategy to fight, it'd actually make battles much more interesting, but I am happy to give an example here of how even your foxy gal could win against him despite being "fragile". You say she can create illusions, so why doesn't she just make numerous mimics of herself to run around and confuse the hell out of him? suddenly he can't tell reality from fiction and she decides to strike whilst he is facing the other way jumps up his coily back taking him by surprise and stabs something pointy in his jugular. Big snake dood finished, end of.
-as for the background bit, I'll change it to one or two, and hired from the underground.
-the reason its at that level is partly because I fully expect people just to ignore it, because that's such a frequent event in personal RP's for people just to bugger around with the less physical forms of magic/power. If I offer that possibility then EVERYONE will take it, and the power becomes utterly useless in all forms and essentially becomes a non-entity because nobody bothers to acknowledge the effects of it. unless you're happy being an observer of fights and enforcing the idea that it takes more than "Mah dood has eenar stranth" to get out of it, I ain't going to shift on that one. a final point that his gaze requires the other to look at his eyes in order for it to actually work, just avert your eyes from his face should work, and given that he is pretty god damn massive in his second there are plenty of other thing to look at. Also his gaze doesn't work over long distances or less than a second glances because he can't actually make eye contact, so whats to stop you just firebombing him from afar? or hell, just put an arrow in his neck? Alternately, don't be a doofus and tag team him, his eyes only work on one person at a time after all.
-fair enough on the second point with the vemon breath, I will remove it, although I thought it'd be nice regardless.
"there should be a way to cure the venom that isn't just his blood or magic healing. Just one more way that there is access to."
-fine by me, you can invent one if you want given we are in some sort of fantasy setting, but I'd prefer it not to be some form of common as hell magic carrot, make the journey at least interesting for the character- epic quests should be epic- and as Chrome said "deadly neurotoxin should be deadly". Arguably you could create some sort of holy healing spring to deal with it, thats pretty common in mythology. Frankly his poison is actually not as terrible as some out there, like the taiping inland snake with a 80% death rate within half an hour and enough poison in one bite to kill a hundred men, nature is freaky like that.
-As for the armoured scales, once again I point to the fact that he has numerous weak spots and that projectiles and piercing weapons do actually work in place -such as neck, head, eye, underarm, underbelly, and that bludgeoning weapons are going to hurt like hell even with the heavy armour -as in make them cave in, a bit like smashing someones toenails, hell you could even lift up one of the scales and stab soft flesh beneath with something.
I want this to be a character that actually requires some strategy to fight, it'd actually make battles much more interesting, but I am happy to give an example here of how even your foxy gal could win against him despite being "fragile". You say she can create illusions, so why doesn't she just make numerous mimics of herself to run around and confuse the hell out of him? suddenly he can't tell reality from fiction and she decides to strike whilst he is facing the other way jumps up his coily back taking him by surprise and stabs something pointy in his jugular. Big snake dood finished, end of.
-as for the background bit, I'll change it to one or two, and hired from the underground.
Well you were waving your hoo-ha on In Nomine, so I figure that's part of the reason.
Regardless, I await your moddy demands.
Regardless, I await your moddy demands.
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