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𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

Stonehill District -- West Gate

Varathira felt her eyes slowly creak open to the sound of grating, guttural laughter, roused from her lazy slumber at the side of the carriage to her immense chagrin. The noise was entirely unpleasant, not that the sound of cackling ever was -- but the air of smugness it was laden with made it far, far worse.

Reminding herself that violence now would, indeed, solve nothing, Varathira resolved to try to talk her way through...

After listening a little longer, in hopes of better understanding what drove the ogres, surreptitiously closing her eyes again to keep up the appearance of still being asleep.

Every second she did, though, only made her wish she could deal with the ogres -- violently -- even more. Every filthy word that spilled out from their lips was utterly intolerable, either poorly veiled threat or a disgustingly childish expression of ignorance. Ignorance itself was no sin -- but whatever these ogres had about them made her sick to her stomach, concern growing for her companions, each second spent listening and evaluating a grueling exercise in restraint which Varathira could only manage by casting her mind back to better times, spent in the company of centaur maidens and orcish warrior-women and with the heiresses of noble titles. That was enough to quiet her, at least for now...

Until vague threats turned to extortion. Varathira quietly sighed to herself as she fully stirred, rising from within the wagon to deftly sling herself over its side, the thin outfit cladding her marble-sculpted body fluttering in the air.

"Ah, excuse me," she apologized, her voice like honey as she moved to join the rest of the entourage, forcing herself to put on the appearance of being tired-and bleary-eyed.

"...But surely, such measures are hardly necessary? If you'd simply let us pass through this gate, we'll be out of your way. Won't have to lift a finger about us again that way." She chuckled, hoping to disarm the ogres with a self-deprecating joke -- if her preternatural charm didn't do the job by itself. At the very least, she wasn't about to let the party build itself a reputation for being extort-able... And besides, she was eager to enjoy the company of demons and devils, however dangerous they might be. Whatever was inside, it'd be much better than dealing with this brand of pointless childishness. Worst came to worst, she could offer a couple drinks of her most powerful liquor. Probably. Or the ogres would insist on greed, and chaos would ensue.

𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

Varathira

Varathira

________________________________________ Varathira Usuthra 27 | MtF Transgender | High Elf _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: The Duchy of Ilynnaes ❏ CASTE: Wanderer, former heiress to a Duchy, willingly abdicated from succession to the chagrin of her parents. ❏ AFFILIATIONS: No relevant formal affiliations. ❏ GOALS: Survive, and feed Zeus his own entrails. Perhaps, someday, grant the common man the ability to destroy Zeus's finest -- an army of otherworldly beings of their own, perhaps? _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Tenacity: Varathira, as one might expect, is typified by her absurd, supernatural tenacity, allowing her to outlast foes far more powerful and skilled than her by literally refusing to die. It's not unheard of after a battle for her to bleed profusely from open wounds for longer than should be possible, or for infections to spread and threaten to kill yet, yet refusing to do so because of the power her arcana has given her. Her ability to precisely direct it, however, is relatively limited, belying her immense potential. ◆Inspirational: Partly thanks to her tenacity, when she wishes to be, Varathira can inspire others to great feats of courage, through supernatural means or otherwise, though she adamantly refuses to outright compel others into action. She has lived a relatively simple life since the destruction of her home, wandering the world inspiring peasants into powerful acts of defiance through speech and sheer force of will. ◆Culinary Master: Thanks to her time spent traveling the world, Varathira is a master of both cooking and brewing, capable of creating dishes and drinks worth being renowned the world over. She usually carries a good few bottles of her finest brew wherever she travels, bartering it for supplies, or sharing it with travelling companions. ◆Brawler: Though she may have been a master swordswoman had Zeus's invasion never come, in the wake of it, Vara has been forced to resort to a more hard-bitten way of fighting. While this means she lacks much in the way of formal training, she can still be potent in a good fight, in no small part due to her impressive strength, stamina, and agility. ◆Silver-tongued: In no small part due to her love of hedonism, Vara has substantial experience and skill in persuading people to do what she wants, or to believe otherwise blatant lies EQUIPMENT: ◆ Various herbs and spices ◆ Several weeks' worth of rations ◆ Several containers of homemade alcohol, including a handful of large containers of gin-type liquor and whiskey ◆ a set of Travel-sized cooking utensils ◆ A small liquor still ◆ A tent, several lengths of silk rope, and other camping supplies

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Although occasionally prone to bouts of melancholy, Varathira can generally be described as a fun-loving party animal, enjoying frequent indulgences of recreational drugs and the company of beautiful women, even with the world as devastated as it is. Even in the worst of times, she remains joyous. That's not to say that she's stupid or ignorant of the state the world is in, however. Nothing motivates her more than her desire to tear Zeus limb from limb and cast him and his siblings into oblivion, in fact. Inwardly, she harbors a deep frustration with her inability to free her people, worried that her ludicrous tenacity alone won't be enough to win the day, or that nothing will remain of her people by the time Zeus is felled or an army that can truly hope to destroy him is marshalled. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: The J U S T I C E Simply put, Varathira's use of her Arcana is blunt, driven mostly by acts of hard-headed defiance, rather than precise trickeries; commanding doors to open or candles to ignite spontaneously, for example. Most notably, she is known to outright refuse to allow serious wounds to kill her, or to inspire her allies toward great feats of courage, though with little actual control or direction. Instead, she provides them the will -- it is up to them to decide how it is used. She is also incredibly resilient to mental manipulation, entering her mind an act akin to digging a tunnel through stone with naught but a pewter spoon, although she is on the way to more precise control over her potential. Minor: N/A

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Combat: •••
Although a capable fighter, Varathira lacks much in the way of formal training, taught how to fight by hard-bitten years on the road rather than by soldiers and generals. She understands little of how war is actually conducted, and about as little of formal fighting techniques; instead, she is best described as a brutal brawler,.effective yet untrained.
Culture: •••••••
Well-traveled and decently well-educated, Varathira has a solid understanding of the world and its people.
Commerce:••
Money, in Varathira's words, is a stupid waste of time. It's a way families like hers control the less fortunate, and she prefers to have as little to do with its proliferation as possible.
Magic:•
Although a potent holder of Justice, Varathira's circumstances have prevented her from truly understanding it, leaving her with an blunt understanding of her Arcana. She's fully willing to learn more, but so far has had barely any time to do so.
Survival:•••
Thanks to her travels, Varathira knows what she needs to survive in the wilds, but lacks knowledge of how to do much more than eke out that incredibly meagre existence.
Karma: ••••••••
Strikingly beautiful, handsome, and practically glowing with joy, Varathira is easy to like at first glance, and is usually friendly enough to play that out. She adores talking with nearly anybody, rarely judges, and spends much of her time in towns flirting and enjoying drink with the local women.

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𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

Varathira

Varathira

________________________________________ Varathira Usuthra 27 | MtF Transgender | High Elf _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: The Duchy of Ilynnaes ❏ CASTE: Wanderer, former heiress to a Duchy, willingly abdicated from succession to the chagrin of her parents. ❏ AFFILIATIONS: No relevant formal affiliations. ❏ GOALS: Survive, and feed Zeus his own entrails. Perhaps, someday, grant the common man the ability to destroy Zeus's finest -- an army of otherworldly beings of their own, perhaps? _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Tenacity: Varathira, as one might expect, is typified by her absurd, supernatural tenacity, allowing her to outlast foes far more powerful and skilled than her by literally refusing to die. It's not unheard of after a battle for her to bleed profusely from open wounds for longer than should be possible, or for infections to spread and threaten to kill yet, yet refusing to do so because of the power her arcana has given her. Her ability to precisely direct it, however, is relatively limited, belying her immense potential. ◆Inspirational: Partly thanks to her tenacity, when she wishes to be, Varathira can inspire others to great feats of courage, through supernatural means or otherwise, though she adamantly refuses to outright compel others into action. She has lived a relatively simple life since the destruction of her home, wandering the world inspiring peasants into powerful acts of defiance through speech and sheer force of will. ◆Culinary Master: Thanks to her time spent traveling the world, Varathira is a master of both cooking and brewing, capable of creating dishes and drinks worth being renowned the world over. She usually carries a good few bottles of her finest brew wherever she travels, bartering it for supplies, or sharing it with travelling companions. ◆Brawler: Though she may have been a master swordswoman had Zeus's invasion never come, in the wake of it, Vara has been forced to resort to a more hard-bitten way of fighting. While this means she lacks much in the way of formal training, she can still be potent in a good fight, in no small part due to her impressive strength, stamina, and agility. ◆Silver-tongued: In no small part due to her love of hedonism, Vara has substantial experience and skill in persuading people to do what she wants, or to believe otherwise blatant lies EQUIPMENT: ◆ Various herbs and spices ◆ Several weeks' worth of rations ◆ Several containers of homemade alcohol, including a handful of large containers of gin-type liquor and whiskey ◆ a set of Travel-sized cooking utensils ◆ A small liquor still ◆ A tent, several lengths of silk rope, and other camping supplies

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Although occasionally prone to bouts of melancholy, Varathira can generally be described as a fun-loving party animal, enjoying frequent indulgences of recreational drugs and the company of beautiful women, even with the world as devastated as it is. Even in the worst of times, she remains joyous. That's not to say that she's stupid or ignorant of the state the world is in, however. Nothing motivates her more than her desire to tear Zeus limb from limb and cast him and his siblings into oblivion, in fact. Inwardly, she harbors a deep frustration with her inability to free her people, worried that her ludicrous tenacity alone won't be enough to win the day, or that nothing will remain of her people by the time Zeus is felled or an army that can truly hope to destroy him is marshalled. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: The J U S T I C E Simply put, Varathira's use of her Arcana is blunt, driven mostly by acts of hard-headed defiance, rather than precise trickeries; commanding doors to open or candles to ignite spontaneously, for example. Most notably, she is known to outright refuse to allow serious wounds to kill her, or to inspire her allies toward great feats of courage, though with little actual control or direction. Instead, she provides them the will -- it is up to them to decide how it is used. She is also incredibly resilient to mental manipulation, entering her mind an act akin to digging a tunnel through stone with naught but a pewter spoon, although she is on the way to more precise control over her potential. Minor: N/A

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Combat: •••
Although a capable fighter, Varathira lacks much in the way of formal training, taught how to fight by hard-bitten years on the road rather than by soldiers and generals. She understands little of how war is actually conducted, and about as little of formal fighting techniques; instead, she is best described as a brutal brawler,.effective yet untrained.
Culture: •••••••
Well-traveled and decently well-educated, Varathira has a solid understanding of the world and its people.
Commerce:••
Money, in Varathira's words, is a stupid waste of time. It's a way families like hers control the less fortunate, and she prefers to have as little to do with its proliferation as possible.
Magic:•
Although a potent holder of Justice, Varathira's circumstances have prevented her from truly understanding it, leaving her with an blunt understanding of her Arcana. She's fully willing to learn more, but so far has had barely any time to do so.
Survival:•••
Thanks to her travels, Varathira knows what she needs to survive in the wilds, but lacks knowledge of how to do much more than eke out that incredibly meagre existence.
Karma: ••••••••
Strikingly beautiful, handsome, and practically glowing with joy, Varathira is easy to like at first glance, and is usually friendly enough to play that out. She adores talking with nearly anybody, rarely judges, and spends much of her time in towns flirting and enjoying drink with the local women.

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Solar Winds : A Reboot

Yeah same

Through the Rifts: Progeny [Open!] [Co-GM Run]

yes i'm double posting fuck you get on my level

(Kinda don't want this to die)

@Dinh AaronMk

Y the discord ded

Pls

Me not want it die either

𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

@HahaOh! Ok. I should pick another, then?

𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

Karma dictates how others perceive you before you’ve even spoke to them.
High karma means you pass the vibe check, low karma means they’re immediately suspicious.

@Haha

Understood! I have an idea for the Magician I'll work on.

𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

Hey! If you're still taking people, I'm interested, though I'm admittedly having some trouble with the stats, Karma in particular. Does low Karma directly translate to being *evil*, or is it more about your relationship with polite society? I.e. can someone have low karma and still be a morally good person?

I had an idea for a magic warrior-monk, or a very socially reclusive warrior-druidess. Was also wondering what survival is, since I didn't see it in the OP.

Hostile Aquisitions - The Corporate Cold War of the 22nd Century

I'd also like to express my interest! I was wondering, though -- are the corps all going to be privately owned, or might some be semi-nationalized, i.e. Canada's Crown Corporations?

Wh40k: One Step Beyond - A Rogue Trader Adventure (Closed)

"In a circumstance where we had the available time, my lord, I would recommend destroying the hostile vessels, then escorting the pilgrim vessel into Ordo Hereticus custody to to ensure we do not risk the witches escaping. My convent has access to a wide array of contacts within the Ordos Malleus and Hereticus, after all." Magda interjected, casting disapproving glance toward Dahti, a small frown on her face. She didn't particularly like the Magos's answer, but, as much as she hated to admit it, his was rather unquestionable the optimal one, in a sense of pure efficiency.

"However, while I cannot morally condone the Magos's suggestion, it is the most efficient way to ensure that the mutineers cannot escape - as while a pilgrimage vessel may be a painful place to hide, it is the least likely one for us to pulverize. Nonetheless, taking moral considerations into account, I would recommend escorting the pilgrim vessel into the custody of the Ordo Hereticus or, failing that, the Adeptus Arbites in the interim. Additionally, I am ready to board whichever vessel you would drect me towards, though I must caution allowing the enemy to get close to us, considering our reduces numbers, and the absence of unexpected aid."