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The Dark Waters of Azmier

I stand corrected, thanks to @abloomingflower there are now two ships!

The Dark Waters of Azmier

@knighthawk
Cool both accepted your choice.

@Pumpkinlord

Then I think I would ask@Omarnreaper which he would rather have on his boat as it seems to me we are going to be his crew if he wants/lets us.

X-Men: The New Era

I'm still interested in the band idea, SO we have Damian hill as an awe-inspiring triagalist and sabrina on drums or doubleneck. If Damian knows all the chime/percussion/cowbell, that frees up sabrina for lead and bass guitar. Miranda on vocals for her love of music but I dont see her CS as having any instrument training. That still leaves plenty of possibility for anyone else to fill in spots or redundant as lots of bands have multiple drummers and guitarists. I think we would want to keep Nate and Val'a off anything electronic for obvious reasons. Danny should have some musical classes from being home schooled usually requires music of some kind as an art qualification.

The Dark Waters of Azmier

No, just one. But I boiled it down to two choices to fill what we do not have or what would be most fitting.

Spectacular!- A Superhero RP

Oops, forgot to mention in my post: waiting for a response from either @knighthawk and/or @Whitewind

@TheWinchester4

I'll reply in the next round about to brooder, BTW, the cables only last a few second so they would just be magically fading as he watches them

The Dark Waters of Azmier

Halfling ranger

Name:
Stephan 'Stiletto' Scrimshaw
Age:
55/200
Race:
Halfling
Class:
Ranger 2

Appearance:

Personality:
Capricious but cavalier. Life is too short to not make the most of it.

Alignment:
Chaotic neutral

Diety:
"I surely believe in the gods, only a divine force could screw us all over this bad."

Skills:
Survival: As much a skill as a way of life, he knows how to make every day count and spread every morsel of food to its limit.
Bonecarving: As useful a skill as carpentry in this day and his family's surname for good reason.
Music: Not a bard like his mother, he still knows at least two handfuls of sea-songs to pass the time
Poison use: the skill to not kill himself while trying to kill others.
Weapons:
Daggers: His nickname namesake is his seemingly endless supply of the small weapons. Small and light like him but laced with poison from his animal companion. He is skilled enough to dance about in melee to lower his foes to his level and fling the weapon from port to pin someone to starboard.

Items:
Fine leather armor studded with bones he got from his canabalistic cousins, he never ever asked what kind of leather they are made from.
Breeches, shirt, belt, boots, gloves. 100 of rope, bone feast ware in a satchel. Scrimshaw kit.
Boat: No boat.
Background:
Son of a bard and a lucky man. His mother plays music for gifts and he sings along, but he could never get the same passion as she could. His was rote, hers was raw. One day he was playing with some uncooked synth and surprised them ass with his skill at shaping a flute for his mom. It didn't play, but he had the skill she wanted to encourage into something better. They settled down in trees for a few years where he apprenticed under a carver in exchange for music at every meal. A decade slipped past until he was a full journeyman, his mother had fallen in love with the carver and settled in permanently as part of the family. But now his wanderlust stirred, he had to catch the horizon.

He left with a kit and got on a fishermans boat, the first month in they caught a storm and were swept to the jungle. between things that wanted to eat them in the water and things that wanted to eat them in the trees, it was more survival than adventure. Thankfully, He had a skill the tribe did not, so he would leave small shark-jaw carvings and teeth for the canabals, and they would leave supplies for them. Eventually they were rescued by loggers looking for jungle wood and managed to get passage back to the next major population.

That adventure under his belt, he couldn't wait for the next.

Tiefling cleric

Name:
Snoh Bhaal
Age:
35
Race:
Tiefling
Class:
Cleric
Appearance:

6'6" and swimmers lean build, he's gorgeous and he knows it. Because of his racial resistance to fire, he never suffers sunburns.
Personality:
Highly charismatic and he knows it. Often wielding it as carefully as his knife. He is pragmatic and calculating, keeping himself on the side of the LAW more than the good and evil axis, using it like a shield to protect him.
Alignment:
LE
Diety:
Asmodeous
Skills:
Knowledge, local/nobility/law: A must for him to keep safe from prejudice
Professional Lawyer: A feeds B and B feeds A, one might as well get paid for what one does.
Healer: Even without his clerical gifts, he still knows how to set bones and mend flesh.
Weapons:
Magic: A few spells from his Lords list to keep himself and others alive. AT MINIMUM he always has "create water" and "cure light wounds" memorized in order to remain a helpful cleric..For a price.
Dagger: Nothing special, just a knife of synth. On deck of a ship, he often uses the gaff sticks to keep others at reach or push overboard.
Items:
Tattoos of law: With paper such a rarity, he had taken to penning down laws onto his skin for easy retrieval. He keeps each region on a different part of his body to keep the laws separate.
Leather armor: [Leather vest, leather boots, leather breeches] the days of chainmail clerics is long since past.
Jugs: A set of four gallon containers made from Synth with lids. Water is life.
Boat: No boat.

Background:
In the last great war, as the floods were coming, there were those who made bargains with whoever or whatever would listen. One of those who kept an ear open were the aquatic outsiders (Myrmyxicus, Skulvyn, Wastrilith, Xerfilstyx, Sarglagon and Hezrou) looking to make deals with the desperate. Those that survived were often warped into aquatic half-fiends who still died to the new dangers of their new life. A very few survived and he is the descendant of one of the survivors.

He grew up on the deck of the pirate ship "The Devils' Damsels' ", his mother was the second in command of the blood red boat with flaming sails (permanent continual flame on the canvas) and he spent many years being the only boy on the amazon boat. Sadly piracy is a short lived lifestyle and he found himself floating on the remains of the mast for three weeks with only the single incantation for water to save him.

He was picked up by a dragonborn captain and offered his clerical skills to pay his way onto the ships position as surgeon. One cannot dismiss a life of piracey, but one can hide behind the law for his deeds and do what he can to put some black in his ledger. But if things of a questionable nature come to pass, he will do what he can to lead them through the moral morass with the benefit to them.

Spectacular!- A Superhero RP

archer

Name:
Kennith Archibald Archer

Alias:
"Archer's Archer" (most often reduced to simply 'Archer')

Nickname(s):
Kenny, Ken

Age:
25

Gender:
Male

Powers:
Magical bow and quiver, Moderately wealthy (makes 72,000 a year, pays out 60,000 a year in upkeep, keeps about 1,000 a month in 'mad money').

Skills/Abilities:
Excellent marksman, Olympic athlete, High society connections, Charming personality

Equipment:
Cornucopia quiver: A magical item gifted to him by a mysterious benefactor. He is able to draw an unlimited number of arrows from the bristling quiver with any single effect he desires. They only last for ten seconds so they are never a permanent solution.

trick arrows examples

Acid
Blackout
Blade
Bola
Boomerang
Boxing Glove
Cable
Explosive
Electric
Fan arrow
Fire extinguisher
Flare
Flash Grenade
Greek Fire
Grenade
Glue
Jet
Magnetic
Net
Siren
Smoke
Suction Cup
Tear Gas

Bowmans bracer: An Olympic fingerless armguard, with a snap of his fingers he can summon a bow into his grip with a range limited to his ability as an archer.

Appearance:
6'2" eyes of blue, 150 gymnast build.

His casual outfit is a simple brown bulletproof business suit to keep him unassuming and overlooked as much as possible while still selling top-of-the-line sports equipment to private owners and securing the big deal for the cities sports team. It is also thickly padded to make him look like he has put on weight, he wears a fake knee brace and falsely uses a cane, claiming he had to permanently retire due to a training injury. All quite shades of batman/Bruce Wayne.

Costume:
His costume is far more specific with a bulletproof body stocking and hat in grayscale camouflage coated in flame retarded chemicals with higher class bulletproof padding for shoulders, faceplate, chest, thighs and boots. It all came piecemeal because some pieces he had to save up for.

Personality:
A reluctant hero thrust upon with power and responsibility. He wavers between uncertain and cocky depending on his reliance of his equipment. He has a pathological fear of bees/wasps/hornets when a nest was shot down next to him at summer camp and he nearly died from the dozens of stings.

History:
An heir to the archer empire along with his siblings, he is what you would call 'land rich, money poor.' Private school, superb athlete, Bronze in gymnastics, silver in archery. Usual uptown lifestyle, right?

He survives on the family name but is under specific orders to make something of himself. If he wants to gain access to the family wealth, he has to EARN 1 million dollars. No donations, no endorsements, W-2 tax return work. The olympic financial commission awards $10,000 for bronze, $15,000 for silver, and $25,000 for gold. He only needs 40 gold medals or 1000 bronze in order to retire...

For his first year, he worked in the high-end yuppie-puppy sport store until an old woman came in with her grandfather's bow and quiver. She was on hard times and needed the money. With great reluctance, he bought them from her with his years worth of life savings. Nearly ten thousand dollars. He act of selfless generosity was rewarded when he got home and found a package on his table. Inside was nothing more than the oddly horn shaped quiver and a bracer.

He is now hoping to give the superhero gig a shot and see what can come of it, perhaps he can gain family favor by saving the city enough times.
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...Spectacular.

Spectacular!- A Superhero RP

Ken was on the roof of the Sports building, practicing his golf game to be a better sales rep. He has 100 golf balls lined up and was trying to chip them over into the next buildings roof. after thr 57th chip he heard a screaming sound and looked up to see someone trying to fly but failing. Looking around, he was the only person he could see so he snapped his fingers and fired.. a golf club?

"Ah hell." Is all he said as the goflclub arrow struck the poor security guard and knocked him out. Next came the grappling hook arrow but since the guy was not awake to grab it, he just kind of bounced off the line. The bouncing gave him an idea as archer fired off six more arrows, each one catching the guy and slowing his fall some until he hit the pavement. from only ten feet up and covered in seven long thin bruises.

Dismissing the bow, he started for the roof entrance when someone came out to see what the screaming was about. "Some guy tried to fly. It scared me so bad I threw my chipper off the roof!" The klutzy response was good enough as they claped their hand on his shoulders as he limped to the door. "Ah ken, kenny, kenster, golf is about relaxing. You don't get to throw $3000 dollar clubs until you are in the PGA and buy them yourself. I'll let you off this time, but you got to work through lunch, got it? Good, now go get it, fetch boy!"

Ken came out of the building bristling with embarrassment as he got the graphite and titanium sports tool from a tree it was stuck in as the crowd was gathered around the would be suicidal man. "W-w-wolf." Was all the guard cold get out before fainting again. THis made Ken look u to the roof and sigh. One art of him wanted to go after the villain... but now he had to work through lunch instead.

"...Spectacular."

Spectacular!- A Superhero RP

@WhitewindPutting romance back into Necromancer I see. ^_^

X-Men: The New Era

Alright... That turned out to be a little bit longer than "WAY F@#$ING LONGER THAN I EXPECTED!" It's going to be a bit of trouble for me to catch up, and I'm not sure it'd be a good time to jump in now. Mind if I drop this one? Sorry, guys. >.<

@Sombrero

We REALLY aren't that far into it, what, 3 whole days? Your character got sick from moving to a new region and didn't have the anti-bodies for this regions simple colds and the like. bam, easily fixed.