Hank

If you ever wind up in a mental institute.

Suddenly I want to have a kid very badly.

Or you can just go to the playground, lure all the children away with candy and ask their honest opinion in a group therapy session in the back of your van.

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then you kill them

Embracing the Unfamiliarity.

I am so surprised.

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content]

"Go on big guy, you can take 'em," the friendly youth said. Gormog looked down at him and a smile slowly started forming on his face, followed by a slow, pronounced nod. He looked around for Salvius and spotted him quickly enough. Smile still big on his face, he pointed at himself and then at the pit, the meaning clear: Gormog fight. The big Ogryn slung his ripper gun around his torso and clambered over the small wall, dropping into the miniature Colosseum.

The crowd roared appreciatively at Gormog and he returned their affections by baring his teeth in a vicious grin. He could already feel the adrenaline surging. Back when he was part of the Chaos warband they made him do the same thing and he developed a taste for it quickly. Fighting was in his blood. It's what he was born to do. While the Ogryn awaited his opponent, the crowd started placing their bets, and Traxel Yidara was no exception. He placed all the money he had left on the abhuman and cheered him on.

On the battlefield it was his Imperial Guard training that dictated how Gormog would fight. Here, in the fighting pits, it was his instincts. He growled and beat his chest, an instinct so ancient that it had resurfaced in the primitive Ogryn genome. On the opposite side of the pit a large door opened, lifted up by strong, cast-iron chains, and something huge appeared.

It was an Ork, and a big one at that. Gormog estimated that it was roughly the same size and girth as himself. Worthy, he thought, and his excitement grew. This would be a good fight. The crowd went wild and the betting intensified. "BLOOD!" Gormog roared, balling his fists. "SKULLS!" The crowd laughed and repeated his abbreviated warcry with vigor. The Ork looked intensely annoyed and bellowed at the crowd, shaking its tusked head to and fro.

Wasting no time, Gormog charged at his foe, determined to bash its ugly face in with his bare hands.

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Hellis

<Snipped quote by Hank>

He would likely beat Vellios at e-soccer. XD Though not because he's physically fit. Also, he might want to consider having a chess match a few times with Serena. She would enjoy that.

@Fallenreaper

Sure. He doesn't know how to play human boardgames, but he learns very fast. Also, can you clear something up for me: do you have two characters or is Serana an NPC or what? I'm too lazy to check the Characters tab. Nevermind, figured it out. You and @Rtron must be friends.

Embracing the Unfamiliarity.

Well hello, @NightStar.

Mass Effect: Borealis

I got to wondering, if our PCs played a sport or activity from RL, what would they be in? Vellios would likely play soccer (football in other parts beside USA).

@Fallenreaper

Well... chess? Or e-sports.

The Insidious Night

How liberal are you allowing us to be with racial lore? I was thinking about having a Elf from a rich merchant family from the far south.

@Chapatrap

As long as you can provide me with a feasible reason for that elf to be in Brackenhorst and joining up with Thaddeus, everything is fair game.

The Insidious Night

Here is my first crack at it.

Ragnek Stonehold

Name: Ragnek Stonehold
Gender: Sir
Age: He is in his mid-fifties, which for a Dwarf is still young.
Race: Dwarf of the Mountains

Appearance: Ragnek is a few inches under five foot and as square as a door-frame. Like all Dwarves he takes pride in his long red beard, well, not so long yet. Only down to his chest, but it is rather thick and curly! His eyes are as dark as the stone his people mine and often just as hard. He dresses in modest clothing mostly, though when dressed for war he prefers thick armor and a thicker shield.

History: As a youth Ragnek helped his father work the forge, making weapons and armor for soldiers as well as helping fix more mundane items. When he was of age he decided to join that same army, though beyond basic drills there was not much in the way for excitement and so Ragnek decided to fall back on his skill as a craftsmen, going back to aid his father and soldier only part-time now.

Personality: Ragnek is surprisingly vocal for a dwarf and a bit more curious than the rest of his kin as well. He is quick to make friends. Though he doesn’t take kindly to those that insult those same friends, family or gods.

Skills: While Ragnek can’t claim to be a master of anything he is a skilled blacksmith and soldier, capable of using his hammer and shield with practiced efficiency. He is also rather fond of fishing, and takes pride in being something of a cook.

Possessions: A steel warhammer and shield, a heavy crossbow with 20 bolts. Scale Armor, a fishing pole, a collection of spices and a donkey he has named Lug to carry it all.

Miscellaneous: His favorite color is purple. Ask why and find out!

@13 Critics

While I concede that I asked for quality over quantity, this sheet is particularly thin. In and of itself that isn't a problem, but I am not seeing two things that I asked for; motive and eccentricity. The last one is a little difficult to define, but it basically boils down to the fact that there is nothing special about Ragnek. He's just a dwarf smith that knows how to fight.

I'd like for you to add something that really makes Ragnek unique. What sets him apart from the other dwarves? Why is it he that goes on a quest with Thaddeus, and not any of the other dwarves?

And I'm sorry to hear your life is a pile of shit, @Dervish. Let me know if I can help you out in some way.