Mag Lev

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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The Hole: 1940s Magic Noir (High Casual-Low Advanced)

Orrick Rhenolds

”Some people need a damn good punch right to their chin to get it through their heads that some of us just don’t give a single shit about what they say.”

Age:
33

Occupation:
Boxing Instructor, Enforcer for a Gang

Race:
Rhesus Macaque

Gender:
Male

Height:
6’1, 1.85m

Weight:
196lbs, 89.09 kg

Descriptive Appearance:
Orrick primarily wears jeans which, honestly, would probably best left in the garbage due to the amount of fraying which they have obtained from such a long period of time, as well as a hoodie which covers the form fitting t-shirts he often wears. His shoes are similar to modern-day converse, though are greying and covered in mud and gunk from the streets. Despite covering as much as he can with his day to day attire, it is true that his workout attire is far more revealing as he simply wears no shirt and shorts which do not restrict his movement. Some say he may be crazy with working out in such clothing, running miles in cold weather as such and even doing as such at night when it is freezing. If complemented or plied with enough booze, he may take of his hoodie simply to show off his muscles.

Personality:
Courage or insanity, nobody knows for sure which drives Orrick to be as reckless as he is on a day-to-day basis, especially if he is fighting or looking to pick, a fight. In reality, it is probably just due to the fact that Orrick rather dislikes to let people push him around, whether they are in larger numbers than him or are stronger than him. He has never been known for allowing even the smallest transgression against him pass, even if it is something as simple as bumping into him, without causing some kind of confrontation. Oddly enough, he is only a bad person in the sense that he doesn’t care for the views of others or whether or not they dislike him, simply choosing to stand by his own views and never giving in. If on decent terms with him, most people would consider Orrick kind at his best and a bit of an asshole at his worst.

Quirks:
After many a year of boxing and injuries to his shoulder, Orrick has taken to rotating his right shoulder, often creating a few loud pops, when agitated or simply bored.

Background

Scum, punk, trash, many of these were words used to describe Orrick as he grew up, hated by many people who had seen him as nothing but a lesser being because he was a monkey of all things. He was never going to grow up to be anything special, anything other than another mongrel, had he chosen to be put down by them. But that was not the spirit Orrick had been born with, he was not going to let them decide the life he was to live whether it meant fighting with all his might or not. It was either that or give up and disappoint his mother who always thought more of him, always saw his Father who had died in the first World War before he was born, and always hoped that her son would make a niche for himself in a world that had rejected them. Yet, it had seemed for a long time that the man would never be able to live up to her expectations, never be able to find a part of the world where he was allowed to live in peace or at least comfortably.
That was when he managed to find boxing and an instructor who could see past the fact that the kid he was teaching was going to cause such controversy, or at least was willing to forget it since Orrick showed an innate skill to keep on going even after taking a beating. For days, the kid would keep coming back after hours to avoid the other patrons of the ring for his training, often coming in with bruises and a broken nose because they saw him going in every now and then. Every time, he’d come in and train, letting out the anger he had towards those who kept trying to keep him down and pushing his limits to reach for the high bar which his Mother wished him to have. This meant being up early in the morning to go for runs, working out late into the nights, and adhering to a strict diet which his mother was barely able to keep up with. It wasn’t long before he had to get a job to support his growing appetite and need for a consistent diet to support muscle growth.
His first competition was when he was young, barely seventeen, yet he was thrown against people who were older than him, had trained longer and had more experience. Some may expect to hear about how he was manage to pull out the title of Underdog but no, he lost and almost gave up. He would’ve given up had it not been for how happy it made his mother to see him doing something with his life rather than giving up and giving in to the pressure everybody put on him. Instead, he pushed himself even harder than he had in the past and kept pushing till he made a name for himself, though that took years till he was able to fight through discrimination and being an underdog to be able to compete for money that made a difference in his day to day life rather than the few dozen here and there. In fact, he found life going well for him, almost too well as the Mafia took notice and made him an offer. Take some falls and earn some extra cash.
It was something he couldn’t refuse, how could he when his mother had recently fallen ill and he couldn’t manage to get her help? So he took a fall and earned the money, losing a battle here and there but not enough to lose his positioning in tournaments as he rose from the depths of the slums to fight in championships. All was going well for him, at least until his Mother died due to the medication she was on failing her and he saw no reason to continue taking falls and money from the Mafia. He was a local hero to some at that point, at least until someone leaked a ‘confidential conversation’ with him on how he was taking falls. He quickly became the target of hate from near everyone who knew him, no longer a hero as much as he was a piece of trash who would do anything for money. So Orrick did the only thing he was good at, he used his fists to dig himself out of that hole and earn some cash. Whether it was legal or not, he didn’t care. He was just aiming to retake his spot at the top. He even turned to the recently discovered magic which he had grown to disregard to give him the upper hand in his kind of work.

MAGIC SECTION HERE!
Specialization: Versatile

School of Magic Attended: Conjuration

Primary Deity Worshiped: Zanshiel and Jyotika

Permanent Sacrifice: No

Equipment:
-His Standard Clothing
-A lighter and pack of cigarettes
-A wallet with a few dollars in it
-A picture of his mother(In his wallet)
-And a necklace of a star made for him

Weapons:
Nothing but his fists and a CR triangolo maniago switchblade.

Other:
youtube.com/watch?v=9MJAg0VDgO0

Video Game Music Appreciation Thread

@Dark Wind Oh my God it's so catchy I love it. Probably the catchiest song in the entire game, and it just has such a nice sound to it. I especially like the additional instruments they gradually add in. Just one more great track in a game full of them. 8.5/10.

@GarlandDaHero

7/10 Not bad but not quite my cup of tea. I kinda like it for the usage of the tones considering it is from an era where music was more simple in gaming.

Describe your favourite game in a nutshell

Question the meaning of 'Peaceful resolutions' as an alternative to war when Gandhi begins nuking the fuck out of every living thing in sight while you struggle to even find uranium or just turn your entire land into nothing but railways so your troop of scouts(Which have somehow survived since the start of the game) can cross your entire multi-continental nation in a single turn.

Civ 4

B!tchfest: a healthy release for our non-roleplay annoyances.

I'm sure everyone saw this coming from a long way, those who didn't just failed to pay attention to the fact that this thread pretty much was a bad idea overall. But it has been warned around 3 times in the past for personal attacks to users and some of the content. At this point, it is basically a haven for Spam. If you want to do what you do in Spam forum, then go ahead. This is Off Topic though. Closing the thread since one of the warnings in the past obviously was ignored as I had to interact with a user who had broken the warning to avoid personal attacks and usage of crass language to another user.

The fact that I didn't catch this before was amazing. Either way, thread is gone.

Doom Lords: Evil is as Evil Does (Accepting to 10 players. No time limit)

Name: Ishvatal, The Executioner

Age: Ishvatal is ageless, having never possessed a record of birth on a specific date nor any account as such. The best guess is at least two centuries of age though.

Sex: Ishvatal is genderless, possessing no features that would point towards one or the other gender and rarely ever being outside of their full armor to allow others to ascertain any details of such. Currently, they possess a feminine voice though.

Appearance:

Ishvatal is never without armor, only ever removing their helmet when in the presence of a select few. They stand at five feet and six inches in height with a build that neither points towards female or male in gender. They possess wide shoulders yet a slim waist with equally as wide hips. Underneath Ishvatal’s helmet, one can see their short cut brownish-black hair and piercing blue eyes and several scars from combat.

Personality: “There is no fun in the world without brutally murdering all of those which are around you for, if one is lacking that then one is lacking the essential lust to live.” -Ishvatal

To Ishvatal, there is nothing to live for if one is not fighting or seeking to destroy those who seek to kill you. Often times, this means killing any and everything which dares stand in their path forward. Pride only comes from their ability to kill, considering their self a master of the art of torturing a person slowly and edging them ever nearer to a brutal end without ending it too quickly. The Crimson Chain did little to ease their wish for blood and violence, instead fueling it ever more so as they seek similar things at the God.

There is no right or wrong, no greater good or lesser evil. There is only death which shall be dealt by Ishvatal’s hands. None shall be spared.

Stats:

Strength:3

Endurance:3

Will: 1

Intelligence:1

Dexterity: 2

powers:

-Necromancy (Free)
-Fire Elementalism (Free)

Minion:

-2 Regiments of Undead (Free)

Doom Lord Deity: Crimson Chain

Bonus Condition: Exterminator

Hoard:

-Finger of Latuah (Free)
-Sword of the Slain (3 points)

Capital city/dwelling:

-Vicancinth

-Capital City
-Keep

Dwelling Add ons:

-Extensive Library (Free)
-Inner Temple (6 Points)

Relationships:
All must die, none shall escape the will of Ishvatal and the Crimson Chain.

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more to remind myself then anything:

@duskshine749 Bow with enchanted weaponary
@ClocktowerEchos two handed OR one hand & shield
@Sarcelle Renard I mean, I'm ASSUMING he likes to punch things. I get that vibe

Right, I've forgotten what you two are aiming for, please forgive me senpais:
@Mag Lev
@SilverDawn

also bear in mind you can always change it up later if you don't like what you choose, but I can aim the initial stages so that you get the sort of build you're interested in.

@Mae

I'm looking more for a magical/stealth based approach. Though I'm also more fine with him being something more along the line of a "Mage who is more prone to confuse you with the concept of what it means to exist while not being food for someone else or trying to talk you into joining him in the pursuit of philosophical and grandiose ideas."

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@Mae While I do not wish to be that guy, I must ask if this is still going to be a thing.