Grimnir

World of Light

Attempt 2

Name: Nocturne
Game Origin: Lamplighters League

Personality:
Nocturne is the broken shell of the late Dr. Elsa Reis and the lady that she was has been fractured into a simpler caricature. She is rather emotionless in her tone and words. You wouldn’t find her expressing anger with tense body language or joy with things like laughter. Essentially, she is emotionless. Yet despite this monotone expression, she is still capable of feeling emotion, but she can’t easily express it. Instead, her emotion tends to come out in musical expression, namely humming. She isn’t quite forward or obvious despite her usual direct to the point responses. Her words can twist suddenly into abstract, poetic language that seems she’s reciting lines of play that has long been forgotten.

Background:
“To go where no woman or man has gone before.”
That was the idea at least. Dr. Elsa Reis sought to prove the other side, or alternate universes, existed but due to the limits of understanding on wavelengths and light, mankind could never see the other side even if they were looking right at it. It wasn’t just a limitation of mankind but also a limitation of their universe. We could only ever see the shadows that these realms projected, like the means of magic granted by the Tower in her world. If magic was granted by a mere shadow, imagine what you could do with the actual light…

Dr. Elsa Reis worked on a device capable of sending her to the Tower and she was driven for her results by any means. Funded by the Banished Court, a nefarious group who planned on using her research for their own ends, Elsa built her device and plunged to the other side only… it didn’t go as planned.

The woman that had left this world was overwhelmed by the radiant existence on another plane, returning only in part as a shell of her former self. From brief moments of clarity, Nocturne can only theorize what had happened, that maybe Elsa was left behind and is still there. Her soul trapped while her body had to return. Perhaps Elsa is better off but one thing is for sure:

Elsa was gone, but Nocturne was here to stay.

In a rare time of motivation, Nocturne tried to find Elsa. Reconstructing the device that sent Elsa beyond but only this time, Nocturne was taken elsewhere. The radiant experience was something different, owned by an individual being: Galeem. It was like a moth to a flame and Nocturne was pulled in.

Specialty: Saboteur
Level: 1
Experience: 0/10

Powers:

I. Shocking Skirmisher

Nocturne is immune to Electric damage due to her suit and altered biochemistry. When she is struck by electricity or when she activates her suit, she becomes Charged for a brief time. When Charged, her Volt Gun recharges instantly and her other suit powers are overcharged to have greater effects.
Volt Gun: Fires a powerful electrical projectile that applies a stunning shock to enemies and can apply a Shocked status effect for damage over time.
Spectro-Suit: Durable suit that provides Nocturne with survivability in void or empty realities. Harnesses electricity to power the suit. When Charged, applies a Shocked on contact.

Strengths:

• Top Mind - While Dr. Elsa Reis was the brilliant spectrophysicist, Nocturne does retain that knowledge somewhere in her head. When moments arrive for her to put her brain to work out a solution to any issue she may face, it will come out in flashes of brilliance that she can’t control.
• Inventor - One of the few intellectual attributes of Nocturne’s former self that hasn’t become scattered. While she can’t explain how she knows these things, she can inspect devices and understand a great deal on how they work, how to repair, and possibly even how to replicate.
• Dead and Back - Nocturne is not technically living, nor is she dead. She just is. Pain is relative, danger is subjective. She is always fighting fit, tireless, and resilient. Any sort of scanners set to detect a normal living being would also have issues noticing Nocturne.

Weaknesses:

• Scatter Brained - Nocturne’s brilliance is present but fragmented, as if her mind is a collection of film reels cut up and reattached. She might not even remember a thought she had a few seconds ago. In the truest sense, she is a ditz without any of the colorful charm of the usual type.
• Grounded - Damage/Condition susceptibility to earthen, rubber, or other electricity dampening abilities.

Spirits: (See Spirits section for details. Start with none)
None.

Inventory:

Guest List:
Trace Marteau - The American Inventor from Nocturne’s world. A man who ended up stealing Elsa’s legacy from Nocturne and a face she remembers. [Lamplighters League, not a lot of info for this game btw]
Atlas - Bioshock
Styx - Styx: Master of Shadows

World of Light

Zap

Name: Nocturne
Game Origin: Lamplighters League

Personality:
Nocturne is the broken shell of the late Dr. Elsa Reis and the lady that she was has been fractured into a simpler caricature. She is rather emotionless in her tone and words. You wouldn’t find her expressing anger with tense body language or joy with things like laughter. Essentially, she is emotionless. Yet despite this monotone expression, she is still capable of feeling emotion, but she can’t easily express it. Instead, her emotion tends to come out in musical expression, namely humming. She isn’t quite forward or obvious despite her usual direct to the point responses. Her words can twist suddenly into abstract, poetic language that seems she’s reciting lines of play that has long been forgotten.

Background:
“To go where no woman or man has gone before.”
That was the idea at least. Dr. Elsa Reis sought to prove the other side, or alternate universes, existed but due to the limits of understanding on wavelengths and light, mankind could never see the other side even if they were looking right at it. It wasn’t just a limitation of mankind but also a limitation of their universe. We could only ever see the shadows that these realms projected, like the means of magic granted by the Tower in her world. If magic was granted by a mere shadow, imagine what you could do with the actual light…

Dr. Elsa Reis worked on a device capable of sending her to the Tower and she was driven for her results by any means. Funded by the Banished Court, a nefarious group who planned on using her research for their own ends, Elsa built her device and plunged to the other side only… it didn’t go as planned.

The woman that had left this world was overwhelmed by the radiant existence on another plane, returning only in part as a shell of her former self. From brief moments of clarity, Nocturne can only theorize what had happened, that maybe Elsa was left behind and is still there. Her soul trapped while her body had to return. Perhaps Elsa is better off but one thing is for sure:

Elsa was gone, but Nocturne was here to stay.

In a rare time of motivation, Nocturne tried to find Elsa. Reconstructing the device that sent Elsa beyond but only this time, Nocturne was taken elsewhere. The radiant experience was something different, owned by an individual being: Galeem. It was like a moth to a flame and Nocturne was pulled in.

Specialty: Saboteur
Level: 1
Experience: 0/10

Powers:

I. Shocking Skirmisher

Nocturne is immune to Electric damage due to her suit and altered biochemistry. When she is struck by electricity or when she activates her suit, she becomes Charged for a brief time. When Charged, her Volt Gun recharges instantly and her other suit powers are overcharged to have greater effects.
Volt Gun: Fires a powerful electrical projectile that applies a stunning shock to enemies and can apply a Shocked status effect for damage over time.
Spectro-Suit: Durable suit that provides Nocturne with survivability in void or empty realities. Harnesses electricity to power the suit. When Charged, applies a Shocked on contact.

Strengths:

• Top Mind - While Dr. Elsa Reis was the brilliant spectrophysicist, Nocturne does retain that knowledge somewhere in her head. When moments arrive for her to put her brain to work out a solution to any issue she may face, it will come out in flashes of brilliance that she can’t control.
• Inventor - One of the few intellectual attributes of Nocturne’s former self that hasn’t become scattered. While she can’t explain how she knows these things, she can inspect devices and understand a great deal on how they work, how to repair, and possibly even how to replicate.
• Dead and Back - Nocturne is not technically living, nor is she dead. She just is. Pain is relative, danger is subjective. She is always fighting fit, tireless, and resilient. Any sort of scanners set to detect a normal living being would also have issues noticing Nocturne.

Weaknesses:

• Scatter Brained - Nocturne’s brilliance is present but fragmented, as if her mind is a collection of film reels cut up and reattached. She might not even remember a thought she had a few seconds ago. In the truest sense, she is a ditz without any of the colorful charm of the usual type.
• Grounded - Damage/Condition susceptibility to earthen, rubber, or other electricity dampening abilities.

Spirits: (See Spirits section for details. Start with none)
None.

Inventory:

Guest List:
Trace Marteau - The American Inventor from Nocturne’s world. A man who ended up stealing Elsa’s legacy from Nocturne and a face she remembers. [Lamplighters League, not a lot of info for this game btw]
Atlas - Bioshock
Styx - Styx: Master of Shadows

The Hourglass Order

Talkhan MakAndzey

Talkhan MakAndzey

“When you try and stand above your clan, mind the ceiling.”

18 | Male | Hagh Ramorghand | High Clan | 6.33

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ Rabble-rouser
❖ Gregarious
❖ Brash
❖ Adamant
❖ Vengeful

Talkhan might be an absolute joy to be around or an absolute nightmare, depending on the type of person you are. There can be no introverts as long as he is around, given his constant talking and prodding. While he does enjoy hearing himself talk, even if the other person scarcely gets a word in, he is satisfied. That being said, he does have sensitive points, and if you start to push them, you might find his ire. He also has a poor habit of not letting go of things unless they are resolved

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Talkhan possesses the physical characteristics and adorned trimmings of a classical Hegelan noble. His flesh has a light shade of pink, only slightly coarse, having been polished to a degree above the typical Hegelan ruggedness. His beard and hair are neatly trimmed to complement his facial shape, giving him a very clean appearance.

In most types of settings, Talkhan’s clothing selection would normally be sharp, akin to that of a regimental officer, but his clothes are worn far too comfortably. His shirt is unbuttoned from the top few buttons, cuffs left open, and even rolled up at times.

L A N G U A G E S

❖ All five Hegelish languages, though natively fluent at Ramorghand Hegelish
❖ Avincian at a near fluent level, still learning

T H E G I F T

Leadvein, Brutalist

❖ 5 Kinetic
❖ 4 Chemical
❖ 3 Arcande
❖ 2 Binding
Talkhan’s Gift is displayed in mainly two aspects: dueling and liquid chemistry. Dueling is straightforward in its application; kinetic energy is used to propel himself, strike with a mighty, earth-shattering force, and defend himself by slowly drawing a kinetic shield. Arcane knowledge primarily involves fire and heat, and he utilizes fire when possible. On the other hand, his chemical knowledge encompasses the understanding and application of manipulating liquid mediums. He can distill saltwater, for example, but it was mainly taught to him as a means to manage fermentation methods. He possesses the knowledge to test liquids to determine composition and manipulate them to his own ends. While this ability does not extend to a person, he might be able to cure poison or illness if he is familiar with the exact issue. However, he does not have an advanced medical education.

B A C K G R O U N D

“You are sure?”

Talkhan felt his lip curl at his friend’s tone. His fists clenched as his teeth clenched in an effort not to lash out at the slightest of provocations, though neither of them would find themselves surprised. The first son of Kharan MakAndzey did not handle high stress well, becoming more like iron in hardness and brittleness. What could be more stressful than making a life-changing decision? One that a few Hegelans dared to even consider, let alone do: He was leaving the mountain.

The act wasn’t one of exile but, rather, opportunity. The doors of the Great Halls were open, exposing the wide world of Sipenta. Everyone was always telling him how advantageous this would be for his clan. How he’d do them proud, and he wanted to believe that, but somehow, doubt lurked in the back of his mind that he was doing this for selfish reasons. He wanted to escape the pressure and rigidity of his life here. The expectations he was burdened with ever since he could remember. Academics started when he was young, the trade soon after. Fighting came when he was strong enough to pick up a hammer, but the official instruction was dreadfully boring.

Talkhan turned, his shoulders dropping as he relaxed upon seeing his friend’s face. He reached up to clasp his fellow’s shoulder and gave it a slightly too hard squeeze.

“Fundarvi. I’ve never been surer in my whole life.”

Talkhan said, emphasizing with a nod. He'd miss his friend, the corrupting influence he needed to enjoy life even if it stirred trouble. They were little troublemakers growing up, he and all of his tankard brothers. They were all much like him, nobles escaping from responsibility. The drinking games they played led to many outings throughout the hold, causing trouble for the patrolmen. Most of it wasn't dangerous, aside from perhaps getting into fights with the haughty folks from the farms and ranches. All their grandstanding, now that some of them had money, was laughable at best and quarrelsome at worst.

“Ronkhar-az-MakAndzey!”

Fundarvi bellowed reaching up to mirror Talkhan’s clasping shoulder gesture.

“Ronkhar-az-Hagh Ramorghan!”

Talkhan replied, speaking louder as he gave a few pats to his friend. Fight for the clan, fight for the Hold. Every Hegelan hoped to do so in their own way and make their ancestors proud. He just hoped he was doing it for the right reasons.

M O T I V A T I O N

Outwardly, Talkhan’s maneuver to leave the mountain seems ambitious and daring. Many commend the young lad for his efforts to help his clan grow beyond just the mountain, and gaining trading knowledge from around the world seems like a very practical way to achieve that. There is a part of Talkhan where he justifies himself in that he is doing just that - learning and growing to be better for his clan. However, the secret is, he wants to escape the pressures that come with his role. His family is affluent, one of the richest, and with the mounting pressures of this new economic advantage, selling to other races, and the risks of new money in Hegelan society trying to dethrone old clans, there is a lot riding on Talkhan.

I N V E N T O R Y

Grungr-a-Alokh - Hammer’s Song - A trivam-smelted warhammer as tall as Talkhan walks. It was a gift from the previous King of Ramorghan to the MakAndzey cousins for their cooperation and discretion, although publicly this was not known. Not even Talkhan is aware of the full backstory, but essentially, his grandfather did some less heroic deeds to secure the King’s place during a turbulent time in Ramorghan's history.

Thirty-Three Cases of Mana Stouts, Ales, and Porters - The son in a line of brewers, he prefers to drink Hegelan brews regularly. While thirty-three cases are a start, he surely doesn’t have enough to get through the whole year. Each brew does raise his RAS level, but he isn’t drinking them for that.

Six Cases of Mana Shots - Each stone casket contains sixteen metal vials of the strongest mana brews to help Talkhan reach his maximum potential.

Mammoth Tower Shield: A shield wielded by Ogauraq warriors. Near unparalleled protection for those that can wield it. Must be at least an expert Kineticist, be an Ogauraq, or have exceptional physical might. Reduces damage from Area of Effect attacks by two tiers (halved for bosses). Twice per scenario, the wielder can [HUNKER DOWN] to sacrifice their turn and take no damage. Adds +3 to solo defense rolls, but causes its bearer to roll disadvantage for combo defenses. Provides 30 manas.

Belua Bellicosus: Ironhead - A goatlike car-sized dragon that camouflages among the cliffs and mountains of West Callanast, extremely quick and nimble, with a bonecrushing ramming attack. Though deeply territorial, this is a rideable dragon.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ Brewer’s Line

With the world discovering the potency of Hegelan brews, Talkhan maintains an advantage over most due to knowledge passed down from a long line of brewers. He knows the processes, and more importantly, can obtain as much as he can drink, so long as he has a means to reach his home.

❖ Palm Presser

Having a gravitas of sociability is certainly a skill, but Talkhan has people down to a science. He knows how to work a crowd and never forgets a face. Approachable and enjoyable in company if you can tolerate the loudness, but he is truly a people person.

❖ Classically Educated

Coming from one of the Hegelan noble houses and especially one as affluent as his, he was brought up with strict schooling to ensure his success and marketability as the first son. In a wide range of topics, from Hegelan sciences and society, he is very well-educated but not a mastermind.

❖ Politically Connected

Sometimes it isn’t what you know, but who you know, that makes the difference. In Hegelan society, especially in Ramorghan, could Talkhan throw his Clan’s political weight around to get a leg up on the competition if he needed to.

❖ Drunk Tank

There is tough, and then, above that, there is Talkhan. Even aside from his magical bloodline and mana, he is sturdy as stone. He can keep pushing even when battered, so never count him out of a fight.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ A Dull Burden

There is a sad truth to Talkhan. Brewing is boring. It involves a whole bunch of chemical mixtures and monitoring with a little bit of cultivation knowledge. It is dreadfully boring, and Talkhan’s brain ends up shutting down when faced with too many numbers, stretching to aspects of other schooling as well. He can’t sit still, reading, and studying.

❖ Grudges Not Forgotten

Talkhan is pleasurable when on his good side, but when he feels wronged, he will remember that. Forever. He will burn bridges if he felt wronged by someone and might even strain the relationship of mutual connections for even associating with the other, depending upon the magnitude. You can right a wrong, but that is entirely up to Talkhan’s discretion, and he isn’t easy to please.

❖ Knowledge from only Under the Mountain

Hegelan is king above all, coming from a... well... Hegelan. Eldolghay, Amghay, and Drankazi and their societies are only known partially, but the world at large seems quite... large compared to a single mountain. Talkhan will be ignorant of the world.

❖ Scrutinized

Talkhan’s exploits will likely make it home, and depending upon his actions, he might be elevated on a pedestal or trashed by the poets back home. Harming his Clan’s name would be bad considering their position, so Talkhan is being watched and judged.

❖ Drunk Tank

Essentially, Talkhan has a drinking problem, far more than the normal Hegelan. Half the time he is drunk and, as a result, possibly not as sharp and very bull-headed in this state.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

The Hourglass Order

Talkhan MakAndzey

Talkhan MakAndzey

“When you try and stand above your clan, mind the ceiling.”

18 | Male | Hagh Ramorghand | High Clan | 6.33

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ Rabble-rouser
❖ Gregarious
❖ Brash
❖ Adamant
❖ Vengeful

Talkhan might be an absolute joy to be around or an absolute nightmare, depending on the type of person you are. There can be no introverts as long as he is around, given his constant talking and prodding. While he does enjoy hearing himself talk, even if the other person scarcely gets a word in, he is satisfied. That being said, he does have sensitive points, and if you start to push them, you might find his ire. He also has a poor habit of not letting go of things unless they are resolved

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Talkhan possesses the physical characteristics and adorned trimmings of a classical Hegelan noble. His flesh has a light shade of pink, only slightly coarse, having been polished to a degree above the typical Hegelan ruggedness. His beard and hair are neatly trimmed to complement his facial shape, giving him a very clean appearance.

In most types of settings, Talkhan’s clothing selection would normally be sharp, akin to that of a regimental officer, but his clothes are worn far too comfortably. His shirt is unbuttoned from the top few buttons, cuffs left open, and even rolled up at times.

L A N G U A G E S

❖ All five Hegelish languages, though natively fluent at Ramorghand Hegelish
❖ Avincian at a near fluent level, still learning

T H E G I F T

Leadvein, Brutalist

❖ 5 Kinetic
❖ 4 Chemical
❖ 3 Arcande
❖ 2 Binding
Talkhan’s Gift is displayed in mainly two aspects: dueling and liquid chemistry. Dueling is straightforward in its application; kinetic energy is used to propel himself, strike with a mighty, earth-shattering force, and defend himself by slowly drawing a kinetic shield. Arcane knowledge primarily involves fire and heat, and he utilizes fire when possible. On the other hand, his chemical knowledge encompasses the understanding and application of manipulating liquid mediums. He can distill saltwater, for example, but it was mainly taught to him as a means to manage fermentation methods. He possesses the knowledge to test liquids to determine composition and manipulate them to his own ends. While this ability does not extend to a person, he might be able to cure poison or illness if he is familiar with the exact issue. However, he does not have an advanced medical education.

B A C K G R O U N D

“You are sure?”

Talkhan felt his lip curl at his friend’s tone. His fists clenched as his teeth clenched in an effort not to lash out at the slightest of provocations, though neither of them would find themselves surprised. The first son of Kharan MakAndzey did not handle high stress well, becoming more like iron in hardness and brittleness. What could be more stressful than making a life-changing decision? One that a few Hegelans dared to even consider, let alone do: He was leaving the mountain.

The act wasn’t one of exile but, rather, opportunity. The doors of the Great Halls were open, exposing the wide world of Sipenta. Everyone was always telling him how advantageous this would be for his clan. How he’d do them proud, and he wanted to believe that, but somehow, doubt lurked in the back of his mind that he was doing this for selfish reasons. He wanted to escape the pressure and rigidity of his life here. The expectations he was burdened with ever since he could remember. Academics started when he was young, the trade soon after. Fighting came when he was strong enough to pick up a hammer, but the official instruction was dreadfully boring.

Talkhan turned, his shoulders dropping as he relaxed upon seeing his friend’s face. He reached up to clasp his fellow’s shoulder and gave it a slightly too hard squeeze.

“Fundarvi. I’ve never been surer in my whole life.”

Talkhan said, emphasizing with a nod. He'd miss his friend, the corrupting influence he needed to enjoy life even if it stirred trouble. They were little troublemakers growing up, he and all of his tankard brothers. They were all much like him, nobles escaping from responsibility. The drinking games they played led to many outings throughout the hold, causing trouble for the patrolmen. Most of it wasn't dangerous, aside from perhaps getting into fights with the haughty folks from the farms and ranches. All their grandstanding, now that some of them had money, was laughable at best and quarrelsome at worst.

“Ronkhar-az-MakAndzey!”

Fundarvi bellowed reaching up to mirror Talkhan’s clasping shoulder gesture.

“Ronkhar-az-Hagh Ramorghan!”

Talkhan replied, speaking louder as he gave a few pats to his friend. Fight for the clan, fight for the Hold. Every Hegelan hoped to do so in their own way and make their ancestors proud. He just hoped he was doing it for the right reasons.

M O T I V A T I O N

Outwardly, Talkhan’s maneuver to leave the mountain seems ambitious and daring. Many commend the young lad for his efforts to help his clan grow beyond just the mountain, and gaining trading knowledge from around the world seems like a very practical way to achieve that. There is a part of Talkhan where he justifies himself in that he is doing just that - learning and growing to be better for his clan. However, the secret is, he wants to escape the pressures that come with his role. His family is affluent, one of the richest, and with the mounting pressures of this new economic advantage, selling to other races, and the risks of new money in Hegelan society trying to dethrone old clans, there is a lot riding on Talkhan.

I N V E N T O R Y

Grungr-a-Alokh - Hammer’s Song - A trivam-smelted warhammer as tall as Talkhan walks. It was a gift from the previous King of Ramorghan to the MakAndzey cousins for their cooperation and discretion, although publicly this was not known. Not even Talkhan is aware of the full backstory, but essentially, his grandfather did some less heroic deeds to secure the King’s place during a turbulent time in Ramorghan's history.

Thirty-Three Cases of Mana Stouts, Ales, and Porters - The son in a line of brewers, he prefers to drink Hegelan brews regularly. While thirty-three cases are a start, he surely doesn’t have enough to get through the whole year. Each brew does raise his RAS level, but he isn’t drinking them for that.

Six Cases of Mana Shots - Each stone casket contains sixteen metal vials of the strongest mana brews to help Talkhan reach his maximum potential.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ Brewer’s Line

With the world discovering the potency of Hegelan brews, Talkhan maintains an advantage over most due to knowledge passed down from a long line of brewers. He knows the processes, and more importantly, can obtain as much as he can drink, so long as he has a means to reach his home.

❖ Palm Presser

Having a gravitas of sociability is certainly a skill, but Talkhan has people down to a science. He knows how to work a crowd and never forgets a face. Approachable and enjoyable in company if you can tolerate the loudness, but he is truly a people person.

❖ Classically Educated

Coming from one of the Hegelan noble houses and especially one as affluent as his, he was brought up with strict schooling to ensure his success and marketability as the first son. In a wide range of topics, from Hegelan sciences and society, he is very well-educated but not a mastermind.

❖ Politically Connected

Sometimes it isn’t what you know, but who you know, that makes the difference. In Hegelan society, especially in Ramorghan, could Talkhan throw his Clan’s political weight around to get a leg up on the competition if he needed to.

❖ Drunk Tank

There is tough, and then, above that, there is Talkhan. Even aside from his magical bloodline and mana, he is sturdy as stone. He can keep pushing even when battered, so never count him out of a fight.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ A Dull Burden

There is a sad truth to Talkhan. Brewing is boring. It involves a whole bunch of chemical mixtures and monitoring with a little bit of cultivation knowledge. It is dreadfully boring, and Talkhan’s brain ends up shutting down when faced with too many numbers, stretching to aspects of other schooling as well. He can’t sit still, reading, and studying.

❖ Grudges Not Forgotten

Talkhan is pleasurable when on his good side, but when he feels wronged, he will remember that. Forever. He will burn bridges if he felt wronged by someone and might even strain the relationship of mutual connections for even associating with the other, depending upon the magnitude. You can right a wrong, but that is entirely up to Talkhan’s discretion, and he isn’t easy to please.

❖ Knowledge from only Under the Mountain

Hegelan is king above all, coming from a... well... Hegelan. Eldolghay, Amghay, and Drankazi and their societies are only known partially, but the world at large seems quite... large compared to a single mountain. Talkhan will be ignorant of the world.

❖ Scrutinized

Talkhan’s exploits will likely make it home, and depending upon his actions, he might be elevated on a pedestal or trashed by the poets back home. Harming his Clan’s name would be bad considering their position, so Talkhan is being watched and judged.

❖ Drunk Tank

Essentially, Talkhan has a drinking problem, far more than the normal Hegelan. Half the time he is drunk and, as a result, possibly not as sharp and very bull-headed in this state.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

World of Light

@Lugubrious
Wow, thought I was pretty niche with my picks but alright. No big deal if the Ghast appear.

Let's go with putting Jester in Hollow Bough. Seems like a natural place to jump in.

World of Light

Jester

Name: Jester
Game Origin: Darkest Dungeon

Appearance:

Personality:
Jester is a sardonic man, but has a bit more humor than cynicism for life. In his experience, one has to be able to laugh and not take themselves too seriously in order to survive. It would be too grim, otherwise. Likewise, he embraces the notion of having strong passions for things. His music remains his strongest passion and acts as a motivator for him as life is just a grand stage for his tragic act. Others should find those two aspects as well. Anyone devoid of apparent passion or humor is dreadfully boring or deranged enough that Jester might humorously consider they'd be up for self-harm!

Background:
Dazed...Reeling... About to.... Break....

Falling to one knee, Sarmenti clutched the wound on his abdomen. Even through his glove, he could feel flow of blood wash through his fingers. It oddly reminded him of the fountain back in tow, how he was drawn to dipping his hand in the flowing current from tried to keep the water moving. Did he ever lose this much blood before? His head lolled, dipping right requiring him to shake his head and straighten. The act brought him to refocus on the Man-At-Arms in front of him or at least the half of the veteran that remained after the Shambling horror had pulled him apart with one of its many tentacles.

How many did it have again?

He found himself thinking despite being in mortal peril. His gaze lifted to the creature just behind the bottom half of his comrade-in-arms to see the monster that had ripped through all four of them. Its nine, red beady eyes were unblinking as it worked to stuff the Alchemist in its mouth. Sarmenti frowned behind his mask as he heard her muffled screams through her own mask. It was a mistake, her mistake technically but he couldn't fault her, for interacting with that strange red orb. He'd be joining her soon in there. His attention shifted back to the tentacles, counting each one. There were five at the front but there just so many underneath the thing and they were all wiggling and active. He couldn't keep up but he tried.

Eighteen... nineteen... I don't think that's twenty. Huh.

The creature seemed to stop. Frozen? Nobody knew how to do that and yet, it wasn't moving. No, what's more is the darkness of the void that had consumed them seemed to, now, be illuminated from some source. Sarmanti's looked around, finding nothing but the gradually fading darkness and swiftly replacing light.

Was this death?

He wondered, his gaze still shifting around until he seemed to find the source of the light. It was something far off beneath him, like he was a bird looking down on the earth. Some figure, far too distant to see in detail, was pulsing in a light that seemed to erode the void. It was blinding and the longer stared, the blinder he became until the whiteness overtook everything in his vision. He couldn't see the rest of him. Surely, this was death. Sarmenti closed his eyes one last time, uttering what he thought was his last laugh ironically....

He opened his eyes. The world around him had changed and glancing down to his stomach, he was in one piece. Was this death or had something happened?

Specialty: Support

Level: 1

Experience: 0/10 (The amount of EXP required to level up will increase by 10 each level, but rewards get bigger, too)

Powers:

Battle Ballad: Jester plays a condensed song that is liable to invigorate one targeted person to strengthen their next attack to be at least one stage above their average damage impact. Because a musician requires an audience, he can't affect himself but should a targeted individual score a hit, Jester would then copy that buff and his next hit will be stronger in the same manner.

Strengths:

Harvest: Attacking with a hooked blade and dagger, Jester has a chance to inflict a passive bleed damage. A singular bleed "dot" will not add much damage, but each new attack and proc of bleed will increase damage and duration of this passive bleed damage. The target doesn't have to physically bleed for this damaging debuff to proc, but there can be notable exceptions to entities that have bleed resistance.

Evasive: If there was any of describing Jester's combative ability, you could sum it up in a word: Elusive. Jester has a high dodge chance, preferring to keep out of harm's way due to a rather fragile constitution.

Adaptive: As Jester is soon to discover, the companions he will travel with will come in many shapes and sizes. There would possibly be a risk of knowing how best to work with other people before but with Jester, he knows how to fight from any "position" so to speak. He will be moving in and out of battle, fighting at a distance or in close, matching his companions to synergize quite well.

Weaknesses:

Not a Soloist: While Jester may claim it isn't fun playing on his own, the truth is that he is far less effective without a positive, endearing audience, or rather teammates, to play to. Solo fights will end up rather poorly for Jester on most occasions.

Fragile: Jester has the unfortunate quirk of being fragile, meaning he is far more susceptible to taking more damage from hits. They are best to be avoided.

Spirits:
N/A

Guest List:

• Squiffy Ghast (Darkest Dungeon)
• Kabbu (Bug Fables)
• The Outsider (Dishonored)

Inventory:

• Lute
• A handful of daggers tucked away among his costume
• Larger dagger
• Sickle
• Laudanum

World of Light

@Lugubrious
'ight, I'll get started on something.

The Hourglass Order

@Force and Fury
Hey. This seems to be about the only fantasy-genre RP that isn't anime, and I want to play a dwarf. Which... I think this has? There is just a lot to go through with no breakdown of races. 'Course you might not be accepting new players right now. I would just like to state my tentative interest.

World of Light

Sssooo... This is like Smash Bros the RP? I can dig it. That and the word count XP thing. That is a fresh take from what I've seen.

@Lugubrious
RP is listed as apply so any room for one more to jump in?

Big Trouble In The Big Apple: A JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Roleplay. (CLOSED)

Okay fixed the thing and posted CS in the proper tab. Now let's see... I know how to begin Marco's story.