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Batman: Draconian

Crock with a south Essex accent...Starting things off by drop-kicking a bowling ball into someone's face followed by the scissor kick into a leg-lock.

The Dark Star: Dawn of the Third Keeper [Reboot]

Ranger

Name: Eine Vonvier
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Eighteen hands and ten stone, he was cut like a climber with a lanky grace to him like a wolfs lope.

His layered armor is more akin to the doe leathers of frontiersmen, but made from monsters flesh. Wyverns wings membrane can be treated to be stronger than most expect, on par with chain-mail armor at a third the weight.

Up each arm he keeps a simple knife in a steel scabbard that is light enough to throw but strong enough to hold its own with the sheath on the forearm another layer of protection (rather than a retreating fixed blade).

The sword is a masterful piece of war. Carved more than forged, it holds a magnificent edge like damascus and bears an intimidating manner when the black blade is unsheathed. He has taken time to spread the false rumors that his sword drinks the blood of his enemies and the like since the black forest is rumored to be the home to vampires as it is. He is simply expanding on an existing lore.

Personality: Drunkard, lout, maniac. These were the easiest masks to wear around people of the same ilk in his eyes. He finds his time in cities to grate on his calm and is more at lease in the serenity of the wilderness. Be it mountains to plains, desert or ocean, he finds the real monsters to be humanity more often than the beasts his people have slain for centuries. He is studious at heart, stalking and watching people as much as places or things before drawing their appearance with a small notation to his observations.

Bio:
Born in the black forests, his people were keepers of the true ironwoods. Trees who leached into the iron deposits with their roots and added the ore to their layers of bark. This made for a signature uniqueness of black and red wood with all the strength of iron. His clan in forests are renown for their monster hunters, the way they seem to shrug off the terrifying roar of a dragon or keep on task with a dryad using all that nature gave them to change their mind. There have been no mages in the bloodline ever no matter who they were bred with to the point that some suspect their 'power' is that they have no power, a natural way about them that lets magic roll over or around them without harm or at least less damage.

Eine has no strong opinion of this fact as he focuses more on the ecology and psychology of the monsters in their world as the humans try to push the beasts back ever deeper into the woods. He spends days at a time in the wilderness trying to unravel the web of life the monsters bring to the world to better understand humans place in it. But that is to say that not all monsters appreciate the rangers presence, sadly that is when his family training comes into play to dispatch those who are unwilling to listen to reason.

Batman: Draconian

@mattmanganon

Batman: Draconian

WIP

Appearance:

Six foot, two. Eyes of blue. Two thirty two. He is at an Olympic athlete in fitness, able to lift twice his bodyweight over his head. He has no ring finger on his left hand, Bast gave him nine lives and took his hand forevermore.

Name:
Theodore Grandt (Americanized to Ted Grant)

Age:
93

Gender:
Male

Occupation/ Employer/ Rank:
Former army officer, current gang enforcer/lieutenant

Skills/ Abilities:
Powers
Resurrection: Ted Grant possesses the ability to return from the dead, a total of nine times. These "nine lives" are characteristic of the mythical properties of average house cats. Ted apparently acquired this power when he defended the Bast statue from destruction for nine days and nights. He at one point believed he had used up all nine lives, but was later informed him that he always has nine lives unless he is killed nine times in a single 'cycle'.

Decelerated Aging: The process that enables Ted to return from the dead has also retarded the aging process, enabling him to keep himself in peak physical condition.

Enhanced Vision: In addition to the superfluous lives, Ted Grant also has preternatural eyesight that allows him to see in the dark. He once claimed to have guided a doctor to perform open heart surgery in total darkness.

Abilities
Hand-to-Hand Combat (Advanced): Ted Grant is a master combatant and has used his skills to train others how to box.
Boxing: His favorite, foremost and first learned combat skill was and always will be boxing. No matter how big the opponent or how seemingly impossible the odds might be in or out of combat Wildcat will always solve the issue with boxing.
Martial Arts: He has also mastered other fighting styles like Muay Thai, Capoeira, Krav Maga, and Hapkido.
Small Arms Pistols to sniper rifles, sub to heavy machine guns, hand grenades to rocket launchers. He's used them all to survive.
Driving More than just a pretty face, he can move most land based vehicles from motorcycles to semi-trucks to tanks. A good wheel-man is always hard to find.
Medic By no means a doctor, he was a corpsman in ww2 and kept on top of his medical training by CONSTANTLY having to patch himself and others up over nearly a century.

Equipment:
New tech for old techniques...
Gloves might seem over the top for his line of work and the mark of someone trying to bring attention to themselves. If he has to put these on then the situation is already there. Steel reinforced gauntlets let him deliver even more power to each blow with electrical resistant materials. he has plans down the pipeline to get something that shocks them with each hit.

His Suit might seem out of form for him, and it is. But, there is a certain respectability he has to hold up for Selina and if that means he wears a monkeysuit that can take a 45 at point blank then he wears a monkeysit that can take a 45 at point blank so she doesn't have to.

A Knife he got from a captain he helped out of a jam. You stab someone and it blows the injection site full of air, capable of taking off a limb or blowing out someones innards. Not a nice way to go but it leaves a messy impression of shock and awe to scare others.

He doesn't like guns, but he still carries a gun. 50 caliber revolver, for shooting through one person into the one behind them and leaving no shell behind.

Psyche:
Raised as he was, he had a very strong sense of what was right and wrong. Unfortunately that compass was being pulled in the wrong direction. He has had half a century to come to terms with what his people wrought and will never follow another despot. He hoped this draw to Selina is reciprocated and meant to pull her back to the side of humanity from the dark place her life has taken her too. Nothing nearly so noble as white picked fences. but more to the order of protecting those in her pack rather than a bunch of bitches for her use.

He is a solider, through and through. Just tell him what to do.

History: born in 1922 in east Germany to very loyal party members, he was one of the first crops of Hitlerjugend and did not know any better of what he was apart of to be anything wrong as he had been raised on the propaganda from youth. From 1936-1940 he trained at Bad Tolz and in 1941 he was sent as one of the youngest graduates to Afrika.

It was in an occupation in Egypt that he was holed up in a temple of Bast, sitting on one of their munition supplies in the holy walls when they were attacked. The other troops had fallen to poison from one of a dozen sources except for him (who had been busy with a local lady) and he had to hold off an invading presence with nothing but his own wits and enough guns for a full batallion.

After nine days and nights of nearly no sleep, he finally got shot in the heart right through one of his tattoos. He collapsed upon the alter as a sacrifice to the goddess whose hand broke off and clawed up his face. Nine days later he arose from behind the back of a building, missing the ring finger on his left hand as if it were never there and a pounding desire to get the hell out of there.

Declared legally dead, he immigrated to America and got his first job on the docks at Gotham and did his best to keep his head down while earning a dollar a day for the next fifty years while hardly feeling the weight of his age. He tried leaving Gotham a dozen times, but every time he left, he felt the pull and an innate wrongness in Star City or Metropolis or even other lands like Kazistan.

The chump change wasn't enough to make it by on by itself after the first decade so he got into underground boxing and that lead to organized crime. He was one of Falcone's enforcers for another twenty years before the dismantle under Wayne. He found himself being drawn inexplicably to the diamond claw gang's leader, constantly being at the same place at the same time, offering her a ride to loose the cops more than once.

Eventually she hired the old man on and he took to his place beside her with zeal. Something between a patriarchal figure simply because of his age and the handsy uncle because of that strange supernatural draw to her. He would fight for her, he would die for her. As certain as he can be, he thinks he might have already a few times before.

The Dark Star: Dawn of the Third Keeper [Reboot]

Name: Eine Vonvier
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Eighteen hands and ten stone, he was cut like a climber with a lanky grace to him like a wolfs lope.

His layered armor is more akin to the doe leathers of frontiersmen, but made from monsters flesh. Wyverns wings membrane can be treated to be stronger than most expect, on par with chain-mail armor at a third the weight.

Up each arm he keeps a simple knife in a steel scabbard that is light enough to throw but strong enough to hold its own with the sheath on the forearm another layer of protection (rather than a retreating fixed blade).

The sword is a masterful piece of war. Carved more than forged, it holds a magnificent edge like damascus and bears an intimidating manner when the black blade is unsheathed. He has taken time to spread the false rumors that his sword drinks the blood of his enemies and the like since the black forest is rumored to be the home to vampires as it is. He is simply expanding on an existing lore.

Personality: Drunkard, lout, maniac. These were the easiest masks to wear around people of the same ilk in his eyes. He finds his time in cities to grate on his calm and is more at lease in the serenity of the wilderness. Be it mountains to plains, desert or ocean, he finds the real monsters to be humanity more often than the beasts his people have slain for centuries. He is studious at heart, stalking and watching people as much as places or things before drawing their appearance with a small notation to his observations.

Bio:
Born in the black forests, his people were keepers of the true ironwoods. Trees who leached into the iron deposits with their roots and added the ore to their layers of bark. This made for a signature uniqueness of black and red wood with all the strength of iron. His clan in forests are renown for their monster hunters, the way they seem to shrug off the terrifying roar of a dragon or keep on task with a dryad using all that nature gave them to change their mind. There have been no mages in the bloodline ever no matter who they were bred with to the point that some suspect their 'power' is that they have no power, a natural way about them that lets magic roll over or around them without harm or at least less damage.

Eine has no strong opinion of this fact as he focuses more on the ecology and psychology of the monsters in their world as the humans try to push the beasts back ever deeper into the woods. He spends days at a time in the wilderness trying to unravel the web of life the monsters bring to the world to better understand humans place in it. But that is to say that not all monsters appreciate the rangers presence, sadly that is when his family training comes into play to dispatch those who are unwilling to listen to reason.

Batman: Draconian

@Odysseus Moon
I present to you, this:



That said. Would you object to me making wildcat as Selinas enforcer? keeping with the feline theme as well as having a reason for the characters to start together.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Back to the low hanging fruit... but it is tasty.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Lob was indeed gone that morning. Not by any evil fog, but merely taking in the surrounding village for sights and smells. Many were gone from the group, be it in their sleep like him or other reasons. But he watched and waited for signs of trouble then got bored and came home to the wagon.

"Sun up, we go."

He waited for everyone to get fed and ready to go before he lead the way away. No great send-off like before or anti-paladin's to fight in the night. The half orc put his bone to his back and his nose to the grindstone as he sniffed all over sansa's horse to get a good lungful of her scent and was soon leading the way.

***Room for other people's posts here***

Much like he had with the slavers before, he went this way and that, crossing the road or shooting up a tree as the wind shifted. He saw a fox flit past but let it go, the were not out to feed them all again but he did stop at an oak, old and wise.

"Food!"

The barbarian declared as he swung his dragonbone club against the lowest bough and let acorns rain down from above, not to mention a few squirrels. He hopped back down and gathered up the acorns in his loincloth with the glowing green crystal that the healer had not wanted. Now with a handful of nuts between his legs, he continued tracking the alpha female while looking at the new ones to the group.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

So is there a planned who and what happened to the ship and the mechanic, or is that up for claim and debate?

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

As easy as the low hanging fruit of lob and the dwarf competing for loudest snoring. I'd love it if the demure or elf was the real window rattler.

Woo post 666! can I add half-fiend template(+1 ecl) to Lob instead of a level up?