MonsieurShade

Modern Witch Hunt

"I'm just following orders. Sorry about this."
Name: Dimitri Cromwell
Race: Human (hunter)
Age: 24
Elemental Power or Weapons:
Weaknesses: He's only human- he might be able to take a hit better than the average joe, but a fireball spell or something else of sufficient power will put him down as easily as anyone else. Dimitri holds a lot of doubt about his work which can occasionally cause him to hesitate on the field of battle.

Bio: Dimitri comes from a long family line of hunters who's roots can be tracked as far back as the Salem witch trials. What sets the Cromwell family apart from other hunting families however is the fact that they refuse to do their work for the church, God, or any sort of belief in the greater good. The only thing that spurs the Cromwell family on is money. They have ended many family lines all in the name currency, be it coin or cash. Dimitri's father was no exception to this rule, something Dimitri figured out early on when he was pulled into the family business. Throughout his youth Dimitri was armed and trained for the task, even going so far as to go out with his father on hunts for more hands on experience. At first Dimitri's childish innocence and complete trust in his father led him to view the hunts as something that was no different than the hunting of vermin, but as time went on Dimitri began to actually question some of the things he did, though he never could find the will power to actually resist his father's wishes. After moving out, Dimitri took to hunting less and less, only picking up his activity when his father was in town. He would eventually be approached by representatives of the Homeland ruler after being recommended to them by his father.

Personality: A mellow if not somewhat pessimistic fellow, Dimitri tends to be the guy that, if dragged to a party, would much rather stick to a corner and mutter about how he'd rather be at home watching television in his recliner with a cold beer. This isn't to say that Dimitri is timid, rather he's simply not the most sociable of people. This is especially true when it comes to his hunts, as he'll often avoid working with others, especially those that take joy in their actions. Dimitri views witch hunting not as a hobby or duty, but as an unsavory job that he only keeps to make his family happy. Dimitri holds no animosity towards the magically inclined, and while he is still willing to hunt and combat witches and wizards of a violent nature, Dimitri will occasionally turn his head the other way and allow the more lax ones to get away provided that he's met his quota and they agree to stay under the radar.
Appearance:
Other: He keeps a three year old Rhodesian ridgeback named Brutus that he uses to scent track witches and wizards.

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As he had taken to strumming his fingers rhythmically on the table he sat at, Jacque watched with rapidly declining interest as patrons of all shapes and sizes entered and exited the inn. As the group that had been heckling the barmaid for free drink and food began to give up and either pay or move elsewhere, Jacque arose from his seat and stretched his muscles to alleviate a bit of stiffness before dropping his bag into the seat he'd chosen and making his way over to the bar.For a second Jacque could swear he saw a gleam of apprehension in the barmaid's gaze as he made his way over to her. It was not all that surprising to him, after all, if the ale here was indeed as good as people claimed it to be, then it was only natural that there would be a few people looking to get a free pint. Adventurers were especially notorious for this, always looking to receive one free service or another for a tale of their exploits and heroic deeds. Jacque cared little for adventurers, just as he cared little for wasting his time by trying to worm a free drink from the shrewd looking woman. The huntsman produced a small leather pouch from his coat and opened it up before he spoke in a deep and rumbling voice not unlike the rumbling of thunder in the distance, "How much would a pint of ale and a meat an' potato pie cost?".

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i think if any of our characters where trying to get it on with Athena, i think that we would get some pretty fucking weird looks don't you think?

@Billsomething

Massively so, which was something else I was going to bring up until Chaotic said that there was to be no more debate on the subject. Then again as Athena just stated there's always one creep that tries to do it anyway.
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@chaotic38
Before I forget to ask, what would your preference be regarding the frequency of posts? Are we free to post after someone else does or would you rather there be multiple posts between each one. I usually operate on a two post rule before I post again but I occasionally break out of that based on the GM's preference or if there's a long pause between posts.

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@Lady Athena While i'm sorry to hear that, don't you think you're being a tad bit quick to assume the worst? To assume that this particular roleplay will end like the others simply due to the male/female ratio strikes me as slightly paranoid. Just a shot in the dark here, but i'm guessing that the concern stems from others going full on Magical Realm and creeping on either your characters with theirs or creeping on you personally, yes? Be it the character thing then I think I can safely say that you're pretty much safe seeing as Chaotic doesn't seem the sort to tolerate that sort of nonsense.

There's also the fact that none of the other characters thus far seem geared for romantic endeavors: Bill's character is a skeleton, my character is more concerned with lifting his curse, not pissing off the gods a second time, and making money, and Zetsuko's characters either lack any human characteristics all together or dip into the uncanny valley, not to mention I can say from personal experience that Zetsuko likes to play his characters strictly as he makes them.

If it's a case of the players themselves acting creepish, then again, you seem to be safe: Chaotic, as mentioned earlier, doesn't seem the sort to let shit that'll mess up this role play fly, and I like to think that everyone here is both a decent human being and here because they enjoy roleplaying. After all, why else would we flesh out our characters as we have? If it came down to you having to report someone for acting strange, then you'd probably receive backing from the rest of us since that sort of shit affects everyone as a whole, which makes the creeper in question "That Guy". No one likes a That Guy.

Sorry for the long winded comment, not trying to press anyone into anything or start any arguments, just giving my two cents.

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@Lady Athena I'm aware of the actual ratio, I just wanted to understand what about strikes you as being unsafe. Is it the matter of being outnumbered gender wise?

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Among the many types of people to enter the Whit Hart Inn came a rather plain, if not slightly unkempt looking fellow wearing a deep scowl upon his face. Perhaps the only things that would have given anyone pause with this man would have been the startling yellow shade of his eyes, the sack filled with various furs that he carried on his back, and the fact that the fur lined jacket that he wore was immaculately clean despite the rest of his person sporting the look of a man whom had spent time sleeping in a cave. This man went by the name of Jacque, though that was hardly important at the moment. What was important was the fact that Jacque was rather pissed.

After having spent the last week on a hunting expedition and bagging himself a rather sizable elk and a few foxes of varying colors, he'd returned in hopes of making a profit from the parts of the animals that he had no use for. What meat he didn't keep for himself after drying it all was sold off to one of the local butchers, and the bones sold to some merchants to do with them whatever they saw fit, be it to turn them into tools or grind them up for medicine. As he lacked either the space or need for those items the gods had chosen to allow this to pass, however they swiftly changed their tunes when Jacque was offered a sizable amount of cash for the furs he had. Jacque had been mere moments from sealing the deal when he'd begun to here the unintelligible whispers of Slyvania in his ears. For the life of him the huntsman still could not understand the elven tongue that she used, however over the years he'd come to understand that she only stepped in to warn him that he was about to do something that would anger her. After being forced to cancel the deal, Jacque had taken it upon himself to visit the inn in the hopes that a stiff drink or two would help soothe his displeasure over the loss of profit and perhaps help him figure out what to do with the pelts.

Jacque grumbled something under his breath as he took in the atmosphere of the Inn before he slipped his bag from his shoulders and claimed a small table near the bar. His seating secure, Jacque allowed his eyes to wander a bit as he waited for the barmaid to slip away from the rowdy drunks crowding her so that she could take the orders of other patrons. At first nothing struck the huntsman as particularly interesting, there were the usual sights: drunken brawlers, lechers trying to get into the skirt of the female workers or patrons by lowering their inhibitions with drinks, and an adventurer or two looking to brag about their exploits. All fairly normal, nothing worth a second glance.

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@Lady Athena I'm failing to see the issue here, what about the male to female ratio strikes you as unsafe?

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Name(Full): Jacque Cornelius Marrow
Age: 42
Race: Werebear
Appearance:

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physical traits

As a human he has bright yellow irises, is approximately 6'0" even, and weighs just over one hundred and seventy three pounds. His physique beneath his clothing is not unlike that of a strongman: built for function with strong arms and a strong back from years of hauling around carcasses for dressing, as well as a slightly thick waistline that stems from well developed core muscles. There are several old scars dotting his arms, legs, and torso from old hunts and childhood injuries. As a were bear he takes on the appearance of a large male brown bear with opposable thumbs and an unnatural spark of intelligence in his eyes.

Personality: Jacque tends to come off as a somewhat crude and blunt individual with very little patience for tiptoeing around whatever subject may be at hand. Despite this Jacque is not necessarily a very ill tempered person, rather he has simply become somewhat world weary and would much rather deal with things in whatever manner seems to be either the most straightforward or the most ideal. One particular hang up of Jacque's would be the fact that he's still a bit greedy when it comes to money, and may occasionally be willing to do some rather unscrupulous things to acquire it provided it isn't of great risk of either offending the gods or bringing him or anyone he actually cares about harm or death. Though slow to warm up to people, Jacque can and will form strong bonds with those that actually win him over, though his brand of affection is mostly shown in the form of tough love (shoulder punching, jeering, etc.). Over the course of several years Jacque has developed a deep respect for nature and a fear of the gods that watch over it.

Background: Jacque comes from a long line of huntsmen, some of which were of noteworthy praise and fame for their exploits. During his childhood and early teenage years it seemed as though Jacque might have been next in line to live up to the family name, however there was one thing that held him back from this: Greed. Unlike others of his family Jacque was often times more interested in getting paid for his prey rather than hunting for survival or for the sport of it. His father would often lambast him for this, and his grandfather would warn him of the wrath of the gods, however Jacque paid no heed to their words, unaware that he was indeed under the eye of the gods that presided over nature. As time went on and Jacque grew older and more experienced in his trade he began to branch out into what was considered taboo for hunters, taking down many beasts and charging high fees for the goods produced due to a lack of competition for specific creatures parts, all the while he remained ignorant of the warning signs that he was stirring up something dreadful. The straw that finally broke the camel's back was when he traveled into sacred elven lands and took down a bear. This put him directly under the gaze of Slyviana, who saw fit to cure him with lycanthropy, forcing him to take on the shape of a bear one week out of every month. Unable to hide his affliction for long, Jacque sought out everything from alchemists to mages, and at one point even attempted to concoct a cure himself. As his money began to run out and the realization of his situation struck, Jacque cut himself off from civilization entirely for the better part of a decade as a form of self penance and to try and get a handle on his new life. He has only recently returned to the civilized world within the last year, having (mostly) become a changed man.

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Name(Full): Jacque Cornelius Marrow
Age: 42
Race: Werebear
Appearance:

Large picture

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physical traits

As a human he has bright yellow irises, is approximately 6'0" even, and weighs just over one hundred and seventy three pounds. His physique beneath his clothing is not unlike that of a strongman: built for function with strong arms and a strong back from years of hauling around carcasses for dressing, as well as a slightly thick waistline that stems from well developed core muscles. There are several old scars dotting his arms, legs, and torso from old hunts and childhood injuries. As a were bear he takes on the appearance of a large male brown bear with opposable thumbs and an unnatural spark of intelligence in his eyes.

Personality: Jacque tends to come off as a somewhat crude and blunt individual with very little patience for tiptoeing around whatever subject may be at hand. Despite this Jacque is not necessarily a very ill tempered person, rather he has simply become somewhat world weary and would much rather deal with things in whatever manner seems to be either the most straightforward or the most ideal. One particular hang up of Jacque's would be the fact that he's still a bit greedy when it comes to money, and may occasionally be willing to do some rather unscrupulous things to acquire it provided it isn't of great risk of either offending the gods or bringing him or anyone he actually cares about harm or death. Though slow to warm up to people, Jacque can and will form strong bonds with those that actually win him over, though his brand of affection is mostly shown in the form of tough love (shoulder punching, jeering, etc.). Over the course of several years Jacque has developed a deep respect for nature and a fear of the gods that watch over it.

Background: Jacque comes from a long line of huntsmen, some of which were of noteworthy praise and fame for their exploits. During his childhood and early teenage years it seemed as though Jacque might have been next in line to live up to the family name, however there was one thing that held him back from this: Greed. Unlike others of his family Jacque was often times more interested in getting paid for his prey rather than hunting for survival or for the sport of it. His father would often lambast him for this, and his grandfather would warn him of the wrath of the gods, however Jacque paid no heed to their words, unaware that he was indeed under the eye of the gods that presided over nature. As time went on and Jacque grew older and more experienced in his trade he began to branch out into what was considered taboo for hunters, taking down many beasts and charging high fees for the goods produced due to a lack of competition for specific creatures parts, all the while he remained ignorant of the warning signs that he was stirring up something dreadful. The straw that finally broke the camel's back was when he traveled into sacred elven lands and took down a bear. This put him directly under the gaze of Slyviana, who saw fit to curse him with lycanthropy, forcing him to take on the shape of a bear one week out of every month. Unable to hide his affliction for long, Jacque sought out everything from alchemists to mages, and at one point even attempted to concoct a cure himself. As his money began to run out and the realization of his situation struck, Jacque cut himself off from civilization entirely for the better part of a decade as a form of self penance and to try and get a handle on his new life. He has only recently returned to the civilized world within the last year, having (mostly) become a changed man.

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I've got a few questions, sorry if it seems to be a bit much, I just like to know where I stand with roleplays of this nature. Chief among them would be; Would you be willing to accept were-creatures? I was sort of toying with the idea of bringing back this one concept I had used a while back of a slightly grumpy middle-aged (for a human) werebear ranger/druid. The others are as follows:
-Assuming were-creatures are a part of this setting
-What would be their range of longevity?
-Are they rare?
-Can a were-creature of any species maintain control over their animal impulses with experience/age?
-Is transformation strictly done under the full moon, or can the proper "class" actually do so more or less willingly at the risk of becoming less man and more beast with repeated transformations?

Again, sorry if it seems to be a bit much, i'd just prefer to make a character that gels properly with this setting. If you'd prefer then I could simply make a human character and be done with it.