Nytefall

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

@Dedonusyeah i changed the bio to reflect this. Was a small mistake.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Hydro (Jacob)

Character you have created: Jacob
Alias: Hydro
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): 32cd32
Character Alignment: Hero
Identity: Unknown

Character Personality: Jacob has been called many things; Idiot, fool and friend by many who have talked to him. He believes in justice and isn’t afraid to bash some skulls together to get his point across. He is a jolly man who can be relied on when the chips go down and wants only to finish a fight and go out for a drink. People liken him to a fraternity member, his quick witted banter, joking attitude and having his bros close to him are some of his characteristics that stick out.

Uniform/costume: Jacob’s body is extremely adaptable changing shape just like water which allows his costume to be almost whatever he wants it to. However his uniform is a black leather jumpsuit with a black balaclava to cover his face.

Origin Info/Details: Jacob was an ordinary university student studying advanced level nuclear physics at university. His studies were going well and his light hearted attitude to his chosen field made him a great student to teach. Being young and trying to show off he made a grave error that literally cost him his life, during his last year of university he was doing test on heavy water and how it interacts with the human biology. Specifically he believed it was possible to enhance a human's abilities with this water. He was laughed at for such an idea but was allowed to carry out his studies, after all his studies might actually prove to be fruitful.

However Jacob found that using rats and other animals were not helping him to further his research. He did something that only a mad scientist would think about he tested his theories on himself. Bathing himself in the Heavy water he immediately felt the effects. His DNA changing as the radiation re-wrote his genetics making him no longer human. He awoke inside the sewers his entire body aching as he attempted to stand he found himself incapable of doing so. Looking at his limbs he saw that they were rubber like and translucent. When he moved his arm he saw it bend then fall from his shoulder turning into water and splashing on the floor around him. Screaming in terror he reached for his arm which was now only a puddle, he watched in amazement as his arm reformed and the water that had been his arm was sucked into his body from his legs.

What had he done to himself? It was a question that he still tries to figure the answer to, but the change was a permanent one. Finishing his degree he went into work as a lecturer but believed he was meant for bigger things and with all the injustice he saw on campus and in the streets he would have to fix it. After finishing his degree and leaving university he was offered a job by his old professor as an lecturer.

Hero Type (Select one): Elemental Shapeshifter
Power Level (Select one below): City Level
Powers (Be Specific): Jacob has the ability to transform his body into water, something his body is made from. He can will his body to harden, compact, disperse or shape, or a combination of those qualities at will. More often than not in combat, this ability enables him to absorb most blows with little to no ill effect other than reforming himself, a relatively fast action. He has the ability to manipulate any water he is touching up to double his own body weight.

His mass, strength and shape shifting ability correspond to the number of water particles that comprise him. The more he incorporates (nearby) water molecules into his body, the more those qualities are enhanced. Even though he controls every particle in his body, his mind exists in the astral plane. If Jacob enters a large body of water such as a lake or even the sea he can move swiftly through it from one end to the other. He does this my simply moving his conscious mind through the water to where he wants to go

With his body taking on the properties of water he can be evaporated or frozen remaining alive but in a coma like state for a while before he either precipitates back to earth or thaws naturally, he can slow down his water molecules to freeze himself but this is a one way procedure. Although he is invulnerable to most physical attacks, even projectiles because they pass through him, while Jacob can absorb any water, his body must retain one key particle of sand that contains his conscious mind.

Jacob also does not need to eat, drink, breathe, go to the toilet or even sleep. A by product of being composed entirely of water.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: 10/50
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Peak Human / 100+MPH
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: No real limit
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Average (University Professor)
Fighting Skill: Untrained

Resources: Average
Weaknesses:

Hot temperatures cause him to become easily irritable as he must concentrate to keep his body together and stop parts of himself evaporating or dissipating from his body.

Cold Temperatures cause him to become sluggish. His reaction speed goes down and his speech becomes slurred as his body begins to cool down and freeze.

Traveling at fast speeds is something he is incapable of doing excpet by running, walking or traveling through water. He cannot ride a any kind of moving object as maintaining his body requires constant concentration and moving at speeds means that he must constantly alter his body or he will begin to become water like.

Supporting Characters : His old professor and now boss Anthony. A man who is trying to help reverse what Jacob did to himself.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: You do the img thing right?

Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines. Only for first time applicants.):

Hydro looked at his opponent a very tall and well built black man. Jacob had to crane his neck upwards just to make eye contact with this man, who towered over him. “You’re a big fella aren’tcha. Don’t worry I got good old righty here to deal with you. But more to the point what you doing here huh? Is that, is that a gun?! Wait you’re robbing this store aren’t you? At this hour?! It's like what?” Hydro glanced at the clock on the wall at the store. “Two in the morning? Jeez is it that late. Well I digress. I only came in here for some cider and chips and I have to deal with this. Never a days rest for me. Hydro.”

The black man looked down at Jacob the cogs in his head processing all the Hydro had said. Hydro was in uniform in fact to a passerby they would probably think that it was him robbing the store not the towering giant with the sawn off shotgun beside him. The black man finally stopped thinking as he realised that he was Hydro. Pointing the gun at Hydro’s chest he pulled the trigger. The sound of the shotgun being fired was deafening causing the cashier who had been standing their with their hands up to scream and duck under the counter. Hydro looked down at his stomach as water dripped from the holes. Smiling the holes quickly dissipated as his body returned to normal.

“Jokes on you buddy, that kind of attack won’t work on me.” The giant refused to believe this and clubbed Hydro over the head with the gun. His head was destroyed completely with a loud splash, water covering and dripping down the glass door of the store. Hydro reached for his head that no longer existed his arms moved around frantically then stopped holding up a finger as his head reformed on his body. Crossing his arms he looked at the thug like a parent would look at a misbehaving child. “You’ve had your fun. Now surrender before I beat five shades of shit into you I want to get my chips and drink and head home.”

The thug still didn’t comprehend that Hydro couldn’t be stopped by him and continued to try to bash his head and body with the butt of the shotgun. Hydro’s body constantly regenerating itself as the thug continued his assault on Hydro’s body to no avail. Sighing he increased the density in his right fist and punching the man in his face, knocking him off his feet and onto the floor. Clapping his hands together he chuckled at the unconscious thug. “Hey clerk dude. You alright?”

The store clerk looked up from the counter fear in their eyes and nodded slowly. “Yeah i’m alright. Are you robbing me too?”

Hydro acted taken aback. “No! Of course i’m not trying to rob you. Is it the balaclava? I bet it’s the balaclava. Well i’m not a very imaginative person so I couldn’t come up with a sexy mask so I stuck with a balaclava. By the way you’re welcome. Also how much is your cider and cheese doritos?” Hydro placed the items on the counter and reached for his wallet. “Ah shit. I left my wallet at home. See buddy problem with being made out of water is that clothes end up getting very wet when I use my abilities. I’ll get it some other time. Oh and you better call the police as he won't remain unconscious forever.”

Hydro pointed at the unconscious man on the ground and sauntered out of the store heading home for the night. Or morning as it was around two in the morning.

Terra Magica (Open/Accepting Players!)

Cynric fell to the floor gasping for air, the sun rays broke through the ruins dazzling his one good eye as it looked at his attacker. He rose slowly defiance in his eyes and spat on the floor. Gerad the man that had punched him looked at Cynric with disgust. "You got some real balls Cynric coming here after the shit you pulled at that village, you think that after being away for five years after betraying us that we're just going to welcome you back with open arms?! Don't make me laugh."

Cynric wiped his mouth looking at the man with contempt. "I never knew how much of a fool I was Gerad. What you do. It's wrong and sick. I thought maybe if I came to you and told you to stop you might see it in your heart to forgive me for what I did. Not a day goes by I don't regret turning on you. But what you do to people it's disgusting." Cynric sighed sadly, this man no all of these people only understood violence. Might was right after all. Cynric drew his sword slowly, Gerad smiled sinisterly reaching down and grabbed his machete from the floor. "Gerad I'm not the boy fumbling with a sword. I'm better then you at this kind of thing. Just give up, I don't want have to kill you."

Gerad replied with a roar of rage and lunged toward Cynric. Shaking his head sadly he back stepped dodging Gerad's clumsy slash for him. He replied with a swipe from his cutlass that cut Gerad across the chest. Screaming in pain and anger Gerad swung at Cynric. However his slashes were wild and untamed allowing the well trained swordsmen to parry them and stab him through the chest. Pulling the blade out swiftly he cleaned the end of it with his handkerchief and replaced it in it's scabbard.

"What a waste. I pray for your soul Gerad may you find Paradise despite your misguided actions and thoughts."

Raising his head Cynric looked at the circle that had formed to watch the fight. "I beat Gerad your current leader which makes me the leader right?" A few nodded slowly. "Does anyone wish to challenge me for the title?" Several stood forward not giving him a chance to draw his sword and drew their weapons. Rolling backwards he drew his sword activating the crystal in the hilt. The red crystal activated humming slightly, a noise only those attuned to the sound of the crystals. The blade became red hot thanks to the crystal, swinging the burning cutlass through the air it took only a few minutes of fighting to dispatched the six foes that attacked him.

The sound faded as the crystal ran out juice the heat of the blade dying down he sheathed his sword and once again looked around. There were seven dead now and the group around him were looking worried. "Relax I only want you to disband and go in peace." There was a murmur of agreement. "Alas I can't tell you what to do. However if I hear that your group has been causing trouble I will be back with the ADF to wipe you all out"

Cynric left the dusty ruins that these raiders called their home and got on his bike that he had parked outside. Lifting the kickstand up he brought the engine to life with the button on the right handlebar. Twisting the accelerator he put the bike in gear and headed off to Ambrosia. It was just beging to get light. Reaching the city gates in a couple of hours he slowed as he approached the gate. He was well known among gate security and was quickly waved through. Parking his bike he walked through the bustling city streets and smiled as he watched the daily lives of the people of Ambrosia. He found his favorite cafe and walked inside the ringing of the bell made the owner a woman name Wendy smile. Her smile turned to a cry of anger when she saw Cynric, picking up a small coffee shot cup she threw it at him. "You bastard! Where the hell were you yesterday? I go round your house last night wanting to ask you for a drink and you don't even answer. No note nothing at all."

Cynric raised his hand and caught the cup approaching the counter he placed it in front of the fuming woman and put her hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry Wendy I had to deal with some raiders. It wasn't something I could leave alone. " Wendy went from being an angry woman to a pouting child as she made Cynric's coffee. "How about tonight? Drinks are on me."

Wendy's eye lit up at the sound of free alcohol. "Sure free drink is good drink. That's my saying" She finished his Coffee and handed it too him across the counter.

Cynric took the coffee and nodded his thanks. Drinking from the coffee cup deeply he smiled as the coffee filled his body with warmth. "Wendy. Have I ever told you how much I love your coffee?"

Wendy reached over the counter and playfully punched him on the arm."Every time Ol' One eye" Cynric chuckled at her name for him. Finishing the coffee he placed it back down on the counter and waved goodbye leaving Wendy's store. As he left he saw a crowd building around the podium in the plaza approaching it he heard the Jarl begin his speech. Cynric liked the idea of a reclamation project and even heard the sound of a YES! In the crowd. When the Jarl finished his speech there was applause all round.

"Gods bless you too Jarl." Wasting no time Cynric headed towards the signup area, pausing he remembered the drinks he had offered Wendy. Hopefully this job wasn't a drop everything and get moving kind of deal. Wendy would be pissed at him if he didn't keep up on his end of the deal.

Terra Magica (Open/Accepting Players!)

@Hellis Is this rp still going to happen?

Terra Magica (Open/Accepting Players!)

Cynric

Name: Cynric (Sin-Erick)

Age: 23

Appearance:

Cynric looks a lot older than he is. This is mainly due to the magic he used during his protection of a village. His untrained grip on magic had caused his body to age slightly as he tapped into the power the crystal gave him. He wears the eyepatch on his eye to hid his ruined eye that was slashed at by a raider. He normally wears his brown unkempt long hair in a ponytail to keep it from his eyes.

He is quite well built and with no shirt on you can see the muscles he has built from many years of training.

Personality: For being a mage Cynric is one of the kindest men you could find anywhere. A kind and jolly man Cynric much prefers to help rather than hinder and is quite well known around many of the settlements as good man. Though he was not always this way.

Cynric does most of the things he does to make up for his terrible past in which he was a ruthless gang leader that killed many people to get what he wanted. Bearing the knowledge of his past crimes he tries to better himself and other by doing good rather than bad. Cynric can be ruthless when he needs to be and is not worried about doing what needs to be done.

Biography:
Cynric was part of a gang at a young age (16). A gang that would take what they want, when they wanted from whomever they could. The gang's hierarchy was very simple and brutal. Might is right! Was their saying. The strongest man or woman would be the leader until someone challenged them to combat and killed them in the arena. Cynric at the age of 18 was on a routine raid of a small village that had been rumored to have a plethora of loot to be plundered and slaves to be taken. Cynric was pumped at the idea of being able to go on a raid as he had only been allowed on three raids after he had joined the gang.

The gang drove dirt bikes and quadbikes as well as a large van that had been repurposed with a chain gun for nastier encounters. Once they arrived they discovered a varieties of huts and tents had been set up inside a large crater. In the center of a crater was a large crystal that the village had been built around. Cynric felt in this gut that this might have been harder than they had first thought and when the first person began throwing boulders and shooting lightning at them his gut feeling was confirmed.

The gang had picked the worst village to pick on, there were several dozen mages in the village using the crystal as a power source for their abilities. Instantly the group of 12 moved into action Cynric jumping out his pistol in his right hand and his cutlass still sheathed. Firing off several shots at the first mage bringing him down in. The other members of his gang were firing away with their rifles and two of them had jumped on the gatling gun. The images quickly erected a large wall of earth to block the shots then proceeded to continue their assault against the gang.

Cynric watched three of his buddies being killed by these ruthless people and replied with anger and more bullets. Thanks to the gatling gun they were able to pin down the mages and get them into close combat. Drawing his cutlass he stabbed the first person he saw a girl no older than himself. He stopped in the middle of the battle and stared as the girl choked on her own blood. He had stabbed her in the chest puncturing her lungs. Dropping to his knees he cradled the girl's head in his arms as her life slipped from her. Before she died she looked into Cynric’s eyes with hatred and uttered “Savages”. This was not Cynric’s first kill but it was the first young person he had ever killed. The realisation of the monster he was dawned on him quickly.

He looked back down at the girl he saw a crystal around her neck looking at it he saw it pulse with energy. Even in the chaos of battle and the sound of the gatling gun punching through the hastily erected barrier he heard a soft hum. Its sound was quiet yet he was drawn to it. It beckoned him to listen in which he did. Picking it up he felt the power washing through him, everything just began to lock together. The way the earth could be moved, how lightning is created, how to move the seas and how the air moved through his hair.

Raising his hand the earth moved up at his whim and moved towards the van flipping it over. His eyes then turned to his fellow raiders, full of hatred they turned on him charging their voices full of anger and cries of betrayal. One came at him with a short knife cutting his eye blinding him. Screaming in pain he batted the man away who was flung into the air by a pillar of earth, where he landed Cyrnic never found out. Clenching his fist the earth in front of him turned into mud. The rest of the raiders became bogged in the mud unable to move.

Turning his attention to the gattling gun and its crew he slammed his palm onto the ground the ground where the van was became loose causing the upturned van slowly began to sink into the now sand like ground. The crew struggled in vain as they were now up to their waist in quicksand. Clenching his fist they were drove further into the ground disappearing beneath the surface. Exhausted he collapsed to the floor. The crystal falling out of his hand.

The village were unaware of Cynric’s part in the raid and thanked him for his help. In return they taught him the way to wield they magic he had tapped into that day, he refused the offer of teaching him. Cynric had found the power intoxicating and did not wish to allow it’s song to overwhelm him. Cynric now lives a life with regret and wants only to repay the debt of that village and what he took from it. Once he felt that his debt had been repayed he left the village. They gave him his sword and his smg as thanks for all his work.

Archetype; Soldier
Specialization: Ex-Raider

Skills;
Specialities

• Father Figure (Able to put minds at ease, a real people person.)
• Raider Deserter

Knowledge Skills

• Advanced Driving
• Advance First Aid

Combat Skills

• Sword Training
• Firearms Handling

Craft Skills

• Handyman (General Repair Skills)

Weapons;

Kamili (Cutlass)

Kamili or Sharp and quick as it was called by the village that gave it to him is a sword that was forged specifically for him. It was left in a pulverised crystal dust that allowed it to absorb and gain magical properties. The blade never dulls or rusts and repairs on it are simple for Cynric. There is a holder built in the hilt for him to able to add a crystal that channels through the blade.

G18 Fully Automatic/Semi-Automatic Pistol
9mm Pistol that has either a full auto or semi auto firing mode.

Hekler MP7A1 Submachine Gun

A customised submachine given to him as a gift from the village he saved from a raider attack. It fires 4.6x30mm caliber bullets and has a folding buttstock, Flashlight, Silencer and a Red dot sight. It has a clip attached to it that allows it to sling it over his shoulder.

Equipment and Gear;
Cynric has a leather duster jacket that he wears over his clothes. He wears a custom fitted suit minus the jacket. The belt he wears has a holster for his Pistol and his cutlass. He also carries a duffel bag that he wears over his shoulder. It contains rations and a water canteen as well as a change of clothes, a small collection of crystals that he keeps on his person and a map of the new world. Enough ammunition for his guns to last him several hours of constant firing.

Cynric has a pendant that belonged to a girl he killed during his last raid before he turned on his gang. He uses it when he prays to his gods.

Cynric drives one of the motorbikes his gang had. A Harley Davidson 750 Stealth with two satchels attached to the back for storage.

Terra Magica (Open/Accepting Players!)

@Hellis Praise the Sun!

Terra Magica (Open/Accepting Players!)

@Hellis Changed it please give it a look over :)

Terra Magica (Open/Accepting Players!)

We are having way to many combat mages.

@Nytefall

* Raider Training (Sword Play Firearms Hand to hand Combat) You made a mage. Then you basic give him a 3-in-1 combat skill. Not kosher. I specifically states "No generalizing" skills.

Specialization: Geomancer (Specialises on manipulating the elements) Geomancers mean using earth magic. One cannot specialize in The elements as a whole. You have to specialize.

Also, you are a mage without actual spells right now.

I honestly would suggest you don't make a mage. The charachter is awesome without the magical components that feel more tacked on then anything. He can still have his sword.

@Hellis

As you wish I don't mind making a Soldier. In fact it gives a few ideas. will make the changes later today

Terra Magica (Open/Accepting Players!)

Name: Cynric (Sin-Erick)

Age: 23

Appearance:

Cynric looks a lot older than he is. This is mainly due to the magic he used during his protection of a village. His untrained grip on magic had caused his body to age slightly as he tapped into the power the crystal gave him. He wears the eyepatch on his eye to hid his ruined eye that was slashed at by a raider. He normally wears his brown unkempt long hair in a ponytail to keep it from his eyes.

He is quite well built and with no shirt on you can see the muscles he has built from many years of training.

Personality: For being a mage Cynric is one of the kindest men you could find anywhere. A kind and jolly man Cynric much prefers to help rather than hinder and is quite well known around many of the settlements as good man. Though he was not always this way.

Cynric does most of the things he does to make up for his terrible past in which he was a ruthless gang leader that killed many people to get what he wanted. Bearing the knowledge of his past crimes he tries to better himself and other by doing good rather than bad. Cynric can be ruthless when he needs to be and is not worried about doing what needs to be done.

Biography:
Cynric was part of a gang at a young age (16). A gang that would take what they want, when they wanted from whomever they could. The gang's hierarchy was very simple and brutal. Might is right! Was their saying. The strongest man or woman would be the leader until someone challenged them to combat and killed them in the arena. Cynric at the age of 18 was on a routine raid of a small village that had been rumored to have a plethora of loot to be plundered and slaves to be taken. Cynric was pumped at the idea of being able to go on a raid as he had only been allowed on three raids after he had joined the gang.

The gang drove dirt bikes and quadbikes as well as a large van that had been repurposed with a chain gun for nastier encounters. Once they arrived they discovered a varieties of huts and tents had been set up inside a large crater. In the center of a crater was a large crystal that the village had been built around. Cynric felt in this gut that this might have been harder than they had first thought and when the first person began throwing boulders and shooting lightning at them his gut feeling was confirmed.

The gang had picked the worst village to pick on, there were several dozen mages in the village using the crystal as a power source for their abilities. Instantly the group of 12 moved into action Cynric jumping out his pistol in his right hand and his cutlass still sheathed. Firing off several shots at the first mage bringing him down in. The other members of his gang were firing away with their rifles and two of them had jumped on the gatling gun. The images quickly erected a large wall of earth to block the shots then proceeded to continue their assault against the gang.

Cynric watched three of his buddies being killed by these ruthless people and replied with anger and more bullets. Thanks to the gatling gun they were able to pin down the mages and get them into close combat. Drawing his cutlass he stabbed the first person he saw a girl no older than himself. He stopped in the middle of the battle and stared as the girl choked on her own blood. He had stabbed her in the chest puncturing her lungs. Dropping to his knees he cradled the girl's head in his arms as her life slipped from her. Before she died she looked into Cynric’s eyes with hatred and uttered “Savages”. This was not Cynric’s first kill but it was the first young person he had ever killed. The realisation of the monster he was dawned on him quickly.

He looked back down at the girl he saw a crystal around her neck looking at it he saw it pulse with energy. Even in the chaos of battle and the sound of the gatling gun punching through the hastily erected barrier he heard a soft hum. Its sound was quiet yet he was drawn to it. It beckoned him to listen in which he did. Picking it up he felt the power washing through him, everything just began to lock together. The way the earth could be moved, how lightning is created, how to move the seas and how the air moved through his hair.

Raising his hand the earth moved up at his whim and moved towards the van flipping it over. His eyes then turned to his fellow raiders, full of hatred they turned on him charging their voices full of anger and cries of betrayal. One came at him with a short knife cutting his eye blinding him. Screaming in pain he batted the man away who was flung into the air by a pillar of earth, where he landed Cyrnic never found out. Clenching his fist the earth in front of him turned into mud. The rest of the raiders became bogged in the mud unable to move.

Turning his attention to the gattling gun and its crew he slammed his palm onto the ground the ground where the van was became loose causing the upturned van slowly began to sink into the now sand like ground. The crew struggled in vain as they were now up to their waist in quicksand. Clenching his fist they were drove further into the ground disappearing beneath the surface. Exhausted he collapsed to the floor. The crystal falling out of his hand.

The village were unaware of Cynric’s part in the raid and thanked him for his help. In return they taught him the way to wield they magic he had tapped into that day, he refused the offer of teaching him. Cynric had found the power intoxicating and did not wish to allow it’s song to overwhelm him. Cynric now lives a life with regret and wants only to repay the debt of that village and what he took from it. Once he felt that his debt had been repayed he left the village. They gave him his sword and his smg as thanks for all his work.

Archetype; Soldier
Specialization: Ex-Raider

Skills;
Specialities

• Father Figure (Able to put minds at ease, a real people person.)
• Raider Deserter

Knowledge Skills

• Advanced Driving
• Advance First Aid

Combat Skills

• Sword Training
• Firearms Handling

Craft Skills

• Handyman (General Repair Skills)

Weapons;

Kamili (Cutlass)

Kamili or Sharp and quick as it was called by the village that gave it to him is a sword that was forged specifically for him. It was left in a pulverised crystal dust that allowed it to absorb and gain magical properties. The blade never dulls or rusts and repairs on it are simple for Cynric. There is a holder built in the hilt for him to able to add a crystal that channels through the blade.

G18 Fully Automatic/Semi-Automatic Pistol
9mm Pistol that has either a full auto or semi auto firing mode.

Hekler MP7A1 Submachine Gun

A customised submachine given to him as a gift from the village he saved from a raider attack. It fires 4.6x30mm caliber bullets and has a folding buttstock, Flashlight, Silencer and a Red dot sight. It has a clip attached to it that allows it to sling it over his shoulder.

Equipment and Gear;
Cynric has a leather duster jacket that he wears over his clothes. He wears a custom fitted suit minus the jacket. The belt he wears has a holster for his Pistol and his cutlass. He also carries a duffel bag that he wears over his shoulder. It contains rations and a water canteen as well as a change of clothes, a small collection of crystals that he keeps on his person and a map of the new world. Enough ammunition for his guns to last him several hours of constant firing.

Cynric has a pendant that belonged to a girl he killed during his last raid before he turned on his gang. He uses it when he prays to his gods.

Cynric drives one of the motorbikes his gang had. A Harley Davidson 750 Stealth with two satchels attached to the back for storage.

Montagne Academy for Aspiring Mages!

@sakurasan oh. that explains alot working on my post now then. Is there a training area?