Pathfinder

Dragon Age?

I could do this. Yes, great idea.

Warhammer 40k: The Sisk Incident

Grav didn't like water, the ground was supposed to be solid and hard. Not whatever this was, it would sometimes be solid and other times it wouldn't. In all it was odd and he didn't like it. As the raft made its way to the destination, Grav digged into his pocket and took out a now dented case. Upon opening it, Grav was dismayed to find that most of the caba nuts had been turned to dust upon landing. With a huff, Grav tilt his head back and dumped the contents of the case into his mouth and started to chew the remaining caba nuts, with the dust turning into an odd textured paste. Grav always did like caba nuts, while on Catachen he had gotten them as a treat for doing some menial task and since then they have been his favorite snack. With his favorite snack in his mouth the rest of the ride didn't seem as bad and he settled into a sort of trance, content on just chewing the nuts and enjoying the taste.

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As the raft struck land and the group disembarked, Grav was the last to leave. Picking up the rear, Grav was also the last to enter the listening post, watching everyone's backs. When he entered he was met with the sight of a little man talking to the others, his voice trailing off as his eyes laid on Grav. If the interagrator hadn't disposed of him yet, than Grav didn't mind him. While setting the supplies down, Grav heard the interagrator say something about needing "promethium canisters", wracking his brain on what he remembered on them. All Grav could remember was moving canisters of some substance to the tanks. Looking around the back of the listening post, Grav found a canister of something. It was too large for the guardsmen to handle so Grav grabbed it and brought it towards what Grav thoaght was the generator and as gently as he could he placed it on the ground.

With his usual symplistic baritone, Grav asked "Is dis the stuff interagrator?"

King Alaman's Reign

Hearing the girl from before talking, Darrow had to pause a moment to collect what she had said for he wasn't paying attention at the moment. After a moment Darrow looked back to her and said "My...name...Darrow." with his usual difficulty. Looking back to his armor and seeing it was clean, Darrow quickly dunked his head in the water and scrubbed, getting the caked in dirt and blood out. After he was done, he set aside his armor, grabbed another set of dried meat and gaudium root.

Walking towards the fire pit, Darrow offered the spare meat and gaudium root towards the stranger turned ally and tried to say her name with no success. Instead Darrow said "Can't...say...name, can...call...Cele'un" with a little meekness and an embarrassed blush creeping along the back of his neck.

Kinetik: Casual/Free Roleplay Concept

Ah we meet again Sylverblu. Whelp, I like the idea and here he is.

Name: Jerry
Last name: Collin

Nicknames: His friends call him "Jer" (pronounced J-air) but the more mean citizens will call him trash, useless, and human garbage.

Appearance: A dirty, grungy man. Jerry is of average hight, about 6'3 and due to homelessness around 150 to 160 pounds. Jerry has no style when it comes to what he wares, usually whatever he can scrounge up. However the only constant thing he wares is a ratty red hoodie with holes along the hem of the wrists and waist. The rest is usually mismatched jeans, socks, and shoes. Due to not having any real hygiene utensils, Jerry has scraggly stubble and unkempt, wild hair dirty blond in color. While not in any way perfect, Jerry tries to keep his teeth as clean as possible because they are the only ones hes got. Lastly, Jerry has injury induced heterochromia, with his right eye green and the left a pale bluish color.

Age: 21

Kinetic ability: Visokinesis, the ability to control force.

Personality: If you were to ask any of the homeless around Philly they will tell you that Jerry is a nice guy. Living on the streets since he was a little kid has not destroyed Jerry's optimism and views that the world can be better. Sure he knows that sometimes the world is full of evil and bad guys, but its filled with so much more beauty. However due to his "nice guy" ideals, Jerry suffers from "Chronic Hero Syndrome" and can't let bad things happen to good people, which actually introduced him to his powers. One day while getting ready to sleep, he overhead a scuffle and when he went to investigate discovered several men mugging a woman. When Jerry intervened by introducing his fist with some of the men's faces. With his distraction the woman ran away and with their catch gone, the men ganged up on Jerry, mercilessly beating him up. As he fell and the punches and kicks became too much, Jerry felt a little "push" come fourth from inside. Next thing he knows, the muggers are flung in different directions at high velocities. Jerry didn't know if he killed them or not but Jerry ran. He ran until he found his way in Philadelphia and settled in. Now Jerry helps when ever he can, by giving people a reason to smile again.

Profession: None, Jerry is homeless. However he takes to a little vigilantism now and again.

Any spouse/roommates/children: No, as an only child he had no siblings and when his powers surfaced he ran away from his original hometown. However he does have many friends with the homeless community and several out of it.

Other interesting information:
Jerry volunteers for the more accepting charity works around town and actively works at soup kitchens.

However, Jerry does not know how to actively control his powers and they are fatal when used against humans. For know, he can only use his powers in extreme situations or when he has taken enough damage.

Due to the nature of his powers, Jerry subconsiously absorbs force almost constantly and since he cannot fully control it, the force builds up and causes Jerry headaches. Adversely, they also make him immune to punches, kicks, and small arms fire.

Warhammer 40k: The Sisk Incident

Having received his orders, Grav stopped picking the bits of meat and bone out of Daisy and lumbered towards the makeshift raft. However Grav had his worries, as an ogryn Grav wasn't the lightest thing in the galaxy and with the addition of his bionic arms he was slightly more heavy than he usually is.

Turning towards the tech priest, Grav said "I fink I'm a little too big for dat der boat tech priest." to prove his point, Grav clapped his arms together and produced the tall tale clang of metal.

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

Waking up from his power nap, Karnog left the bloodworks, telling the others that he will be at the local blacksmith. Still in his rags he got many a strange look, but with his intimidating looks nobody questioned. Walking up to the market he decided he needed some armor. Walking up to the blacksmith Karnog tried to get some ores to make an actual weapon and surprisingly the forge master went along with it, something about orcs in the legion. Selling the dwarven greatsword on top of the septims gained from the dunmer, Karnog was able to get a decent set of Iron armor which consisted of a banded iron chest plate, gauntlets, leggings, boots, and a simple set of pants and a shirt. On top of that, Karnog was able to get the resources to make what he really wanted, an orcish battleaxe. A specialty of his.

With no time to spare, Karnog quickly began to heating up the orichalcum and iron. With his expertise this will only take a couple hours. So Karnog buckled down and got to work, he didn't know when the dunmer expected him to arrive so he tried to go as fast as he could without affecting the quality of the weapon.

[High-Casual]Bitten: The Rivalry.

Nathaniel Duncan Griev

"Keep this in mind fledgling, try anything to harm this coven and I will personally rip out your heart."

Nickname:
Nathan, its shorter than saying "Nathaniel" all the time. Plus only Riley calls him Nathaniel.

Age:
24

Gender:
M

Sexuality:
Hetero

Species:
Vampire

Role:
Leaders Right Hand

Appearance:
Tall, blond, and handsome. These are the words Nathan uses to describe himself and for the most part its true. Standing 6'4, he fits the tall description to a T. The blond because of his dirty blond hair and lighter, less dark clothing choices. Finally the handsome. Nathan is fair skinned, with only a small scar located on his chin to mar his visage and strong features like a heavy set jaw, broad shoulders, and heavy set muscles, he would be considered a catch by anyone's standards. Of all the things he takes pride in the most, its his tattoos. The one that most people see is the sleeve on his right arm. The original was just a flower surrounded by feathers and he just added from there. He has several more located on his body, the one he paid the most for and has the most pride in is the one located were his heart would be. This ornate tattoo is mostly a large rose that covers a large portion of his pectoral, with several tribal bands making the celtic trinity knot in the background. Underneath is a banner that reads "Munus est, ut sacrificet mihi or "My duty is to serve". Clothing wise, Nathan prefers mid casual clothes and his his usual line up includes. A vest, a button up with rolled sleeves, a tie, a pair of jeans, and a pair of dress boots.

Personality:
How Nathan acts is dependent on which company he holds. When in the company of superiors, he will be respectful, quiet, and ready to serve his leader. When around subordinates, he is fairly apathetic to what they do as long as they respect him and the leader. When around people he considers his equal however, Nathan becomes much more relaxed. He will laugh, crack jokes, and even drink a little around his friends, but these people are far and few in between so most people consider him a stick in the mud.

Nathans views of the humans are complicated. While he prefers their blood overall, he has trouble going through with it. So he mostly focus' on the scum of the earth when he goes to feed. Early on in his vampire life, he had made a friend among the humans and once word of this reached his superiors, he was ordered to kill her. Ever being the good soldier, he did and has regretted it ever sense. This is the reason he has trouble feeding on innocent people, because he knows they are more than just cattle to be fed on...not that he would tell anyone.

There are two things that Nathan truly hates in this world, Scummy humans and werewolves. The former is because they deserve his wrath, picking on the weak and defenseless makes him sick, so he makes them feel what its like to be the victim. However Nathan hates werewolves more. When he was just a fledgling, several werewolf packs had banded together to take out his coven. Peace negotiations were in the works for months and a peace offering was going to be made, when the negotiator came back it was in pieces. During the full moon they attacked, knowing that they were trapped and cornered the coven fought with all they had, but their numbers were too great and one by one the coven fell apart. Eventually the coven had killed enough wolfs for them to leave, but it was a hollow victory. The Coven leader had died and there were too few to rely on each other. So they torched the mansion along with the vampires and wolfs and went their separate ways.

History:
Before he was a vampire, Nathan was a soldier. Enlisting at eighteen, Nathan had gown through several tours of duty before he met the leader of his first coven. His turning was a rather traumatic one and he lost most of his memories in the process, leaving only his muscle memory and fighting instincts intact. Taking advantage of this blank slate of a man, the coven leader christened him "Nathaniel Duncan Griev" and started to groom him into his right hand. This included refining his already formidable fighting skills into the perfect hit man, who knew how to take down vampires and werewolves alike.

However as you know, his coven was wiped out before his training was complete and he wandered for a couple of years before meeting Riley and her Coven of Rose. After he was excepted, Nathan quickly proved himself a competent right hand was taken as such. From his position he takes the protection of the coven very seriously and will take out any threat to it, being werewolf, vampire, or something else.

Other:
Nathan's secondary power is his abnormal strength, even by vampire standards and can easily overpower most vampires with little to no effort. Secondly unlike most vampires, he does not have a voice of velvet. It is quite baritone and gravely, something the ladies appreciate greatly.

King Alaman's Reign

After Math'Ura asurred him it was alright, Darrow fallowed the others. Taking off his armor and other supplies, he through it into one of the other chutes. Jumping into the pool, Darrow had a little trouble swimming up and burst through the surface with a large gulps of air. Trudging up to the land, Darrow shook his head like a dog and dried most of it in the process.

Walking up to his supplies, Darrow did a quick look around and seeing nobody watching, hurriedly stripped out of his wet clothes and switched into what the villagers called "Shorts", the only remaining thing dry. Laying the wet cloths out flat to dry, Darrow took his armor, weapons, and a cloth towards the water to begin washing it from the days battle while chewing on a gaudium root.

King Alaman's Reign

Can guardians speak to other guardians?

[High-Casual]Bitten: The Rivalry.

Ok, final question. What is the "Leaders right hand" do? Is it like, "Kill this person." or "Hey, clean this mess up." kind of thing.