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Honestly, I think it's the contrasting red and blue. Sorry, I don't mean to make a big deal about it but it's almost impossible to read without going blind.


No problem, I was doing the r/b as a sort of call/respond action using the spiderman standard colors. I'll fix it as it is not imperitave.
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Lucy called. You know, the one in the sky. You have something of hers.


I told Lucy at the diner, I don't tip waitresses.
Name: Ignatius "The Igniter"
Race: Tiefling
Age 60
Appearance:

Equipment:
Hammer (seen in picture): His tool of deliverance of magical might. As an object, he used it to point and fire simple of flaming bolts, but by spinning the hammer around in various somatic ways, he can unleash more powerful fire spells. The hammer itself is enchanted with various fire magic: if he impales the spike, it begins to gradually heat up by a hundred degrees every few(gm discretion but 6-10) seconds [100 degrees is uncomfortable, 200 degrees is under boiling water, 300 boils water, 400 doesn't set wood or paper on fire but 500 does].

Chain Net: A gift from his teacher, 20 spiked chains shaped into a net, each possessed by a spirit to animate them into constantly writhing like an orgy of snakes. If they find their way around someone, they twist and grind and shred the opponent to bloody pulp in minutes.

Armor (seen in picture): Leather with steel overlays, it helps him keep toe-to-toe with the simplest of undead but wont bear the brunt of an assault. If it was made before the curse, then it was enchanted to bear the hardness of steel and comparable to breastplate with chainmail. If the armor is a replacement after the curse, then it is only enchanted for fire resistance but strong enough to let him cast his most powerful spells without risk to harm from himself. He made it with his own blood and hair to work the leather and truly make it his own.

Abilities :
Being a tiefling of dwarf stock lends him a higher constitution than most casters, letting him keep on par with simple fighters blow for blow but still not able to match the elite or focused in combat. This lends to his infernal teachings, as a warlock, to build up his own defenses by drawing upon infernal resolve while hammering his enemies with hellfire or other tools of damnation. Sadly his pact with the demon of his people conflicts with the energies of the curse. As it is, he is now nothing more than a hellfire machine but by no means a glass cannon.
He either disguises his arcane focus of a rod/staff as a hammer or he is using his hammer as his arcane focus of a rod/staff.
Book Imp: His familiar and connection with his demon lord. It contains all his notes between its leatherbound wings. He calls it "Ken", the druid word for 'know/understand'

Curse Effects:
Limited in arcane power to only fire magics, he no longer has buff or debuff spells.
Affiliation:
Enchanters guild, militant wing, most often spent placing fire enchantments on weapons or ammunition.
Personality:
He knows he's going to hell, thanks to his king, so he might as well enjoy the ride! This makes him the daredevil and the hedonist of most groups but by no means morosely suicidal. Living for the day and leaving a big crater when he goes.
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So he does not tip waiters? He is truly a piece of scum and villainy.


He'll leave a buck if someone else pays the bill. (and he'll be the one to walk away with all the diamonds ^_^)
@knighthawk

Woah, man, I see what you did and appreciate the effort with the colors on your CS, but could you change them to something less jarring on the eyes?


Better?
I doubt Ill be online Wednesday as I have to drive my wife to Belgium (I live in Holland) for her patisserie examens

(its Sunday 12.48PM right now)

so you know that


Is that a pastry chef test? you lucklucky man.
You know, if we did this like reservoir dogs, Renga would actually want to be Mister Pink! :p
The problem with being a person of passion, is that sometimes passion overrides common sense. One night stands are not an act of common sense, the dangers can be subtle or lethal. But who ever said men had common sense?

"Wait... isnt that a power cell to a blaster?"

The human woman looked over at the nightstand, certain she had put everything important away, as a smirk grew on her face. She was rather attractive, by human standards, with honey gold hair stained greenish by the blue light outside. The same cerulean light matched her eyes as she looked his half clothed form over while she slipped from the burgundy dress.

"Well lets just say what it goes to gives me a big bang...when men like you aren't around" She bit her bottom lip suggestively as she pulled him closer, but now his passion shifted to his profession.

"Thats a blastech cell...thats an imperial cell...thats my cue to go!"

Fighting to keep his clothing on, he ran out into the hall barefoot with his stuff rolled up into his shirt down the hall, clearing past another female human armed with a handful of flowers but with the march of military and outsized him by a speederbike. He kept running to the repulsorlift just in time for the shaved wookie to come flying out the same door he left seconds ago and feared even the transparasteel wouldn't stop the rightfully jealous solider. Fearing the off duty trooper was foing to beat him by taking the stairs, he spent the moment to get dressed and call for his cab to meet him outside the front entrance. The front lobby was his best bet, even if she brought him in the side door, they tend to be open floor for a straight run but some manner of decoration such as furniture or sculpture.

The door chimed and he was off like a track star, thankfully there was only a chair against a wall to the opening stairwell where the Amazon had acquired something into her hands. He didn't care what it was as he made all haste to the metrocab with its doors open like the gates of salvation. She screamed something he didn't doubt was not a fond farewell as he launched the last meters into the armored cab. It seemed she launched something into his metrocab as well and could only look on shocked as it exploded.

***

He emerged some time later in front of the royal bantha still dusting white powder off of him, looking at the inside of his cab lined with fire suppression chemicals he knew he would need to scrub it out later. Eh, hire a droid. He tossed the spent extinguisher into the trash can on the street as he walked inside.

"Circle the block until I get back."

Inside, his empathy came alive, this was as much his home as anywhere else. Then again, he was always at home in crowds. He poured himself like water between and around people like a Kowakian lounge-lizard. He was doing his best to be seen as he stopped at a stall, got fresh with a patron, borrowed a sip off the top off of something...green and made his way into the back room full of various species.

"Bah-weep-Graaaaagnah wheep ni ni bong?"

He took a seat available and looked over to the Trandoshian's assembling gun, brows furrowed as he pulls out something small and cylindrical. He rolled the golden straw across the table to the reptile's claws as a peace offering. "Your gas converter is corroding, I bet you pumped Sig gas through it looking for a better punch, it works if your blaster doesn't blow up. It works even better if you want to make your hold-out into a grenade when you are done with it."
Only way i could see tieflings retaining their fire abilities is if the source of their magic was the actual demon (who i would consider to have demigod status). The curse not only drains races of their abilities but also drains spells as their being cast. Effectively you have to put in 3-4 times the amount of magic for most spells.

Now if you're saying tiefling are working off borrowed magic from the demon, you could say the demon has more than enough power to spare, thus can easily spare enough magic to overload the 'simple' spells tieflings are using.


IF you are willing to that, then yes that is exactly the approach I was working with.
Still a question: What happens when multiple parkers pool their resources in a space station of sufficient technology to function in the negative zone?
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