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Brick is armored and he has Solid Wall, granting everyone 1/3 his Def versus an AOE like the fireball, with armored, his Def should be 15 giving everyone a +5.

Personally I'm popping over to another roleplaying site with slightly more liberal attitudes when it comes to sexual content and doing some very naughty things indeed. XD


Take me with you.
But what will we do until then to pass the time?
GoW just posted, leaving beheamoth.
Name: Kuma

Age: 65

Gender: Male

Race: Orc

Class: Hexblade/magus

Physical Description:

6' and 200 lbs is an orcish runt but lets him deal with human arms and armor rather well.

Skillset:
Endurance, the ability to go just one more mile, just one more day without water, just one more minute without air...To get up, just one more time.

Combat (disarm): He has become quite the capable warrior, a lifetime of fighting will do that. But he was taught how to unarm the enemy at minimum to leave them on equal footing and at best to put their weapon in his hand to finish them quickly.

Necromancy (status): Now and again something otherworldly seems to afflict him or his foes. Sometimes his wounds never bleed, sometimes his enemies grow cold as ice, he can start stinking a nauseating aroma. once he killed an enemy but they came back from the dead and he had to kill them all over again. He has yet to find a necromancer to teach him how to control this power.

Natural Abilities:
He posesses an otherworldly endurance and constitution. Perhaps from the undead influence of his mother, perhaps from the ancient ancestry, all to say is he can trade blows with a troll!

He can see perfectly well in the dark but wears snow goggles during the day to keep from going dayblind.

Magic Type: Fell

Magic School: Necromancy

History:
How in the world does an orc live so long? Good question! One might think it started with his mother, the witch doctor of his tribe who received an omen of ruins filled with riches for the taking. On the way to the ruins she became planted with child from a fine warrior but still felt the need to guide the raiding party rather than fall back to the village. There were ruins, there were riches, but there was also undead. She managed to keep whatever bitten infection she received at bay until he was born before it was too much for her body to take and she died giving birth to him, only to rise up again as something wholly evil a few days later.

While many called for his death as a bad omen, the new shaman saw an interesting potential in a child born of the undead and kept him as her own. If only to experiment on.

He grew, but he grew sickly and thin compared to the others. While he got the snot beaten out of him daily for being a runt, he always could seem to take more punishment. So his 'mother' decided to start her experiments early, she would collect his teeth and blood whenever they fell to work her fell magics on, and fell they were for his ingredients used as spell components for necromancy were nearly twice as effective.

She 'convinced' one of the warriors to take an extra interest in the sickly boy who refused to die and put him into a form of strength training. He started with lifting rocks and the like to make him stronger but before he could become just another bulked out warthog, he had the child lift a ten pound weight a hundred times, rather than a hundred pound weight ten times. It was that style of training that got mixed with professional ass beatings from the warrior to teach him how to take the hits. Once he knew how to not die, he began to be trained in how to disarm an opponent, rather than overpower them. Blocks and locks, twisting and turning the weapon and the warrior into the best position for victory.

Sadly, all that time and preparation was useless when a wizard simply fireballed the village like he was exterminating a pest infestation. Only Kuma's constitution let him survive the attack. Since then, he's had a general distaste for wizards, not knowing the fell power flowing in his veins.

Equipment:
  • Sword: His prized possession, it was once an unholy blade wielded by a necroknight who reveled in inflicking suffering in others, but when the blade had drunk its fill, it left the dark one to his fate and failures. The sword itself radiates a dark aura that pulls on peoples pride to challenge Kuma to sword fights for his blade. So far he hasn't lost and it provides him with gold and skills kept sharp while in town.
  • Light armor, he favors agility and relying on his endurance to survive the wost, again.
Name: Kuma
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'Gold Pills'. They could be very useful at some point, honest.


Of course, it's not exactly in Bruce's character to like someone with fear toxin.

I would think that a man who chose the bat to strike hearts into the criminals, a superstitious and cowardly lot, would not mind the use of fear toxin as long as it wasn't as strong as the usual "screaming city" level of potency the scarecrow is famous for.

That said, I'm thinking long and hard on a take of 'shocker' from spiderman. I always liked that he had no powers besides his tech and most importantly was that he was a career criminal. He never killed anyone deliberately and knew to give up when outclassed. On the other hand, I haven't seen too many actual supers claimed either. I might go for the big blue boyscout himself.
"Well I suggest letting Miles wear himself out fighting the others to start. He seems dismissive of you so he won't be keeping an eye on yo- "

A loudspeaker comes on. "All personnel, prepare for the start of Operation: Mock Battle. Cadets, your plugsuits are in the changing rooms next to the Framewerk hangars. Suit up, prepare for deployment, and wait for further instructions. System checkups and communications are permitted."
"If I see anyone deploy their Framewerks prematurely, I will disqualify them!"

He looked down as she spoke, already feeling like she didnt see him as a threat, not that he wanted to be a threat to her, but he felt the need for her to see him as a contender against the idiot. But she did have a point, let him be stupid to everyone else first and exhaust or expose himself. He was so focused in ward that he barely heard the blaring announcement.

"Well speak of the devil. We better get ready. I'll get in touch when I get to my Framewerk." Krista exits the hall and heads toward the changing room.

~So, do you like her?~
Not a year ago, Romeo was with his brother while they had been going over him being the pilot and talking about the staff on the team when the talk wound its way to girls. What else were fourteen year old brothers supposed to talk about? At the moment, the would-be pilot was talking about a technician with her own cybernetic arm.
~Um- well- I-~
~Sure sounds like it if you cant say anything about it.~ He teased Romeo, that soft smirk that only worked when you were six feet tall.
~I donno!~

He was mostly lost in thought as he went to the changing room and took off the kimono to reveal he was wearing his suit underneath already before walking on to get to his frame. Unlike most others, his drivers core was in the chest plate rather than the head. This made a significant difference when targeting areas but all specs had placed the pilots chamber in the head like a standard frame. Lots of little differences had been made, namely the sheer sparsity of his cockpit being a chair that he was fixed to.

When things started to boot up, he was injected with a spinal tap as the chair folded up around him to the fetal position while the tapping device implemented its up-link with the chip attached to his nervous system. This is how a 14 year old boy coped with piloting a frame, he had a [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brain–computer_interface]BCI[/bci] or 'bouquet' that constantly mapped and compiled his entire nervous-motor system so that when he paralyzed himself. There was more than enough data to move around with 'educated guesses' based on every step he has ever taken since the implant was set into him last year and reinforced with the physical training. The paralytic agent also served to protect his body from impact the same way a drunk driver walks away with only scratches, by being totally limp.

Ramirez, I have no personal quarrel with you, but before the end of this battle I'm going to make you wish you never brought that pathetic excuse for a machine into this battle. I'm going to beat you, and its going to be very embarrassing.

Rappelez-moi de planter une fleur sur ta tombe, ou pousser un buisson d'épines dans le cul! Votre choix.

To say it got to him was an understatement, but when he saw a different com hailing him, he opened the link.

"Rose this is Archer, do you copy?"

"Yes, I copy."

His voice was terse but halted, clearly upset but not at her.
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You went to a party and didn't invite us? :(



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How about +1000GP instead?


Even Bett- wwaaiita minute, are we using aGP system and what does your GP stand for? 1000 general purposes?
+100XP?
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