Pathfinder

Once Upon a Time...

Howdy Yoshi, saw your interest check and thought it was interesting. Tell me if I need to change anything.

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Name: Grendel

Appearance:

Grendel

Grendel stands at 12'8 at full height however he tends to slouch and run on all fours which brings his average height to about 6'10. Normally his eyes glow with an unnatural yellow color but when enraged his eyes turn a burning red. For a beast his size and age its odd that he doesn't have any scars, however it works in his favor as many a young hunter would think he was just some experienced beast.

Age: He doesn't remember, but has been around since 521 AD

Affiliation: On the fence, but leans more towards good.

Magic Capabilities: Can regenerate wounds and limbs in a matter of weeks.

Weapons:
Claws and teeth.

Strengths:
Strong enough to tear through iron with ease.
Hide is nearly impervious.
Knowledge of ancient runes.
Knowledge of ancient weaponry.
Greatly enhanced senses.

Weaknesses:
Weaponry blessed with runes can cut through his hide unbidden.
The form of Grendel is horrifying to see and causes many to flee.

Relationships: For the most part he has an uneasy relationship with almost everyone.

Brief Bio: Everyone knows the story of Grendel. A giant beast kills a many men and another man comes to kill Grendel. Well he would be the first to tell you that those are all lies. Grendel the "Monster" was just a brother seeking vengeance after what the king did to his kind. At the very beginning, before the king made his meadhall, the land belonged to Grendel and his siblings. They would run through the prairies and forests, hunting and playing to their hearts content. That is until Man came. At first it didn't bother Grendel or his siblings, they were just new people that could be ignored.

However that soon changed when Man first set eyes upon his kind. With fear they lashed out and began to hunt down Grendel and his siblings, until there wasn't any more left. Overcame with grief, Grendel went on a warpath and killed the kings battle brothers that slept within the meadhall. Then again and again. He repeated this until one day he met, Beowulf. This is when the story gets fuzzy. Beowulf wasn't naked and unarmed, instead he was covered head to toe in armor and was blessed with a sword of incredible power. The battle between the two was great, but it ended with Grendel losing an arm.

The story stays pretty much the same, Beowulf killed Grendel's Mother and Grendel went into hiding. Eventually Grendel returned and found Beowulf, broken and near death. The warrior now old king had vanquished a dragon but at the cost of his life. Grendel didn't kill Beowulf, exile had taught him wisdom and with that came with the realization that Beowulf didn't know any better. Beowulf was fed lies that Grendel and his mother were horrific beasts that had to be slain. At the end, Grendel and Beowulf left on good terms. Well, as well as they could. Both individuals respected each other as warriors.

Afterwards, Grendel stayed in the dark and rarely made much contact with anybody.

Titans of Earth

Nathan sat at attention at the mentioning of fight clubs. Not his proudest moments, but Nathan did learn how to fight how he does in these types of clubs. Flashes of broken teeth and money flooded into Nathans mind, it was a dirty business but very lucrative. In Alaska Nathan earned himself quite the name in these fights, one cocky or desperate bastard and Nathan just dukeing it out for a wad of cash. Nathan never really liked it, but homeless was homeless and Nathan didn't like dumpster dinners all that much. Giving a sigh, Nathan pulled the mask off his face and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I can check out the fight clubs, I've got experience in that department." It wasn't desirable, but if it meant some clue towards getting the mission done than Nathan would do it. Slumping his head back against the wall of the plane, Nathan continued "These things are usually run by two people. The banker and ring man. The banker deals with all the valuables like money, jewelry, and secrets. The ring man would keep tabs on fighters. I can get to both if I can get on their good sides." Taking his water bottle, Nathan took another swig and wished that it was a shot of kidney courage. The fights always brought out the worst in him and Nathan didn't want to head down that road again.

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

Upon further investigation it seems that you guys already have a killy guy in the mix with your soldier. Eh, actually my plates pretty full. I think I'm just gonna bow out. Have fun yall.

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

Is this still excepting?

Shifting Worlds

I'm getting pretty intimated by all these great CS's.

A Light in the Grimdark, A WH40k Roleplay

I think my fingers are going to strangle me if I try to do that again.

A Light in the Grimdark, A WH40k Roleplay

Jesus Christ I've never written a post this long before. It took me like two hours.

A Light in the Grimdark, A WH40k Roleplay

"A fine day brother, is it not? When an entire company of Salamanders. Assault, Tactical, Vanguard, Terminators and Sternguard alike all prepare to do battle on our hated former brothers. To bring the wrath of Emperor's Astartus down upon them, like a bolt of fire from the Emperor's own hand."

At the words spoken by his battle brother, Arios couldn't agree more. The sky itself seemed to rumble with the energy of the coming battle, the sounds of battle were not far off, ad it had been far too long since he unleashed his flames on the enemies of the Emperor, by his mercy. At the mention of his flamer, Arios was brought back in time to the moment when the two first met.

Back to one of the few battles that were worth remembering, a younger Arios was pinned along with the last of his battle brothers by a large Hunter Cadre. The humans on the planet had commited the greatest hearasy and allied themselves with the foul Tau. The fight was long and hard but eventually Arios and several other battle brothers made it to a bunker in an attempt to call in reinforcements. The Tau had sunk their claws deep within the minds of the people there, but they were not people any longer. No, not to Arios, they were heretics of the greatest caliber. The anger that fueled his autocannon fire as it tore through Tau, Kroot, and traitor was unlike anything his battle brothers had seen. In turn they began to redouble their efforts, determined to bring down as many xenos and heretic scum that they could. It would take weeks for the message of their attack to reach the rest of the troops, months for them to actually reach Arios and his battle brothers.

Eventually after many weeks of battle the last battle brother died. Leaving Arios and his crippled captain, Cassiah Braun. Capetian Braun was injured during the initial fallback and his health was in steady decline ever since. At the end of his life, Captain Braun entrusted Arios with his prized possession for he would no longer need it. A Phaestos Pattern Heavy Flamer, a holy weapon from before the Horus Heresy. At first, the machine spirit rejected Arios as it deemed him unworthy and as such wouldn't work much if at all. Arios felt much the same but nonetheless he would carry it out into his one man war, hacking at the forces of the Tau with his chainfist and hoping to give it to one more worthy than him. That is, until it shattered against the armored hide of the Tau Commander at the climax of his guerrilla war. Forced to bludgeon the blasphemous wretch with his fist, Arios was soon beaten down by the shear mass of the battlesuit. Beaten, broken, and near death Arios released a titanic roar of unbridled rage and passion.

Something inside the flamer unlocked, the machine finally accepted Arios as its master and released a glorious gout of promethium. The Tau commander fell almost immediately, having not worn a helmet and his wretched face burned away in seconds. Limping, Arios bathed the rest of the Hunter Cadre in holy fire as their pathetic ammunition bounced off his hide. Soon after the commander was felled, the rest of the troops came from out of warp jump and brought their wrath upon the heretics. Setting off a beacon, Arios sat down for the first time in what felt like months. With his fallen battle brothers all lined up together, they were soon taken by the apothecaries to get their gene seed extracted.

When Arios was taken back, there was much debate as to whether or not they would allow him to keep the Heavy Flamer. While the debate raged, they discovered that the machine spirit within would seldom respond to anyone but Arios. This combined with his past actions lead the captains to allow Airos to use the weapon until his final days. Ever since the two have become synonymous. By themselves they are dangerous tools of the Emperor, together they are even more so.

Smiling faintly at the memory, Arios said " I too hope to share the field of battle with you, Brother. May your hammer strike true and the Emperor watch over you." Giving himself a smack on the chest in a show of camaraderie.

From the Depths, a merpeople adventure RP

The seas are in turmoil. An enemy long since forgotten has arisen once again and plans on conquering all that dwells below the surface. His minions are many and strong, their numbers growing for every mer captured as they twist their flesh into mockeries of what they once were. His Kraken destroying and kidnaping whole cities. The lord himself condeming whole swaths to poison and decay. The kingdoms are losing this war, their spirits are breaking, and their patience dwindaling.

However there is still hope. The lords of the oceans, King Neptune, War master Carcharodon, and the Deep Witch Cirrina have all called in a counsel. It is decided that a small group will go on a journey to find the one thing that can defeat The Lord of the Deep and finally end his reign of Terror forever. Yet it is easier said than done as the weapon has been lost for centuries and the whales have gone into hiding, fearing for their lives.

You and your allies are the most capable in the eyes of your respective lords, you may not be a warrior of unmatched skill or a witch of incredible power but for one reason or another you have been chosen. The quest is clear, find the whales, get the weapon, stop the tyrant. Arm yourself and steel your spirit, your journey begins now.

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Basically whats going to go down is this. Evil master guy wakes up after thousand year slumber and blah, blah, blah. The dudes evil, that much is clear. Your job is to stop him and his army from conquering the oceans and causing your deaths or if your truly unlucky, transformations.

Now some ground rules

Rules

1. Basic rules apply. No godmodding, don't be a dick, and respect others. If there is any problems solve it either in the OOC or in the PMs, if it gets pretty bad I will step in.

2. I want a minimum of 2 paragraphs per post.

3. No speed posting. Minimum of two posts need to go by before you can post again.

4. I'm pretty understanding, if you are going to be gone for awhile just tell me and on that note I'm not expecting a post every day. One every other day is cool with me.

5. I don't tolerate bullying of any kind. Ain't got nothing nice to say than don't say jack shit, as quoted from my Dad.

6. When I am gone, SaraRPs will fill the role of GM. Fallow her instructions.

7. Romance is ok, but keep it PG. If you wanna take it further go to the PMs.

With that out of the way lets get some water dwellers down in here.

Merpeople

The merpeople are the most numerous of the underwater people. They also are the most advanced from weapons to education. However this is only because they are fairly unremarkable compared to the other water dwellers found in the ocean. Their skin is soft like the humans of the surface and their scales aren't much better. However it is their ability to adapt and their resourcefulness that makes them great. Because of this they have the most potential of all the underwater dwellers. They could be warriors, politicians, sorcerers, or anything else they could want.

Facts
The mer are as varied as they are numerous with varying degrees of fishiness to their looks. Some are identical to humans from the waist up while some have more fish like features.

Merpeople are on the smaller side, typically reaching 8 to 9 feet in length and only about several hundred pounds.

Mer magic is aimed towards the cultivation of life and healing. Nymphs are those who dedicate their lives to this cause.

The main features that the mer find beautiful are healthy hair, vibrant scales, and singing ability.

Merpeople are the only known dweller species to make cities.

Carcharia

Aggression, honor, and strength. These traits are what define the Carcharia, or shark born. The Carcharia are a warrior society with emphasis on warrior and not much on society. However they are honorable creatures and their word is their binding resolution. While the mer made their cities, the Carcharia were content to stick with their nomadic tribes and old traditions. While this makes them a little backwards they aren't malicious and as said before they hold honor higher than anything else.

Facts
The features of the Carhcaria are angular and more predatory than the soft ones of the mer or the sagely grace of the Deep Ones.

The claws and teeth of the Carcharia are as effective as any weapon made by the mer.

Carcharian magic is pointed towards the enhancement of the body and communication with their predatory allies, the sharks. Those that fallow this path are known as Shamans.

Females are almost a full head and shoulders longer than their male counterparts. With the females usually 11 to 12 feet in length.

Males being smaller makes them slightly lower on the social ladder, however they fill the role of hunters and protectors of the home.

The Carcharians have little use for outside appearances. If you are shown to be strong and honorable, than you are beautiful in their eyes.

The Carchairans don't form cities, instead they have nomadic tribes ruled by a chief. In dire times a Warmaster is chosen to lead the Carcharians into battle

Deep Ones

Mystic, mysterious, and reclusive. The Deep ones are few in number but great in magical ability. Stories of sea hags and sirens both stem from the powers that come from these people. The Deep Ones have been hit the hardest of all the underwater dwellers.The Lord of the Deep destroyed many of their covens, taken most of their people, and defiled the Currents of Change with foul magic. However this all pales in comparison in the knowledge that it was one of their own that took the mantle of Lord and tarnished the name of Deep One. Now they face discrimination and scrutiny for the very magic that has helped so many.

Facts
The Deep Ones are the most alien in comparison with the other dwellers. They can have completely normal faces but than have tentacles that flow from their heads. However that is usually an extreme case, usually there is only a vague difference that hides behind their graceful faces.

The bottom half of the Deep Ones is that of a octopus. These tentacles are dexterous enough to act as a second pair of hands and strong enough to give a Carcharian a runs for its money.

The most outstanding trait of the Deep Ones is their affinity with the Currants of Change, a powerful source of magic. Deep Ones who can dance with the currents can weave masterful illusions or cause the currents around them to act as weapons by making powerful currents of water flow in one direction. However the most powerful aspect of the Currents of Change is, well, change. Adepts can make one thing another or even change a dweller into something else, like say a human.

Deep Ones see the mind and personal spirit as the most beautiful things a being can have.

Deep Ones form Covens, if that. For the most part they are secluded from their kind for one reason or another.

Character Skeleton

Name:

Age:(Late teens to early thirties)

Species:

Appearance:(Pictures are good but I still want some writing, give me measurements and things that don't show on the picture.)

History:(Give us a good idea of where your character comes from.)

Personality:(You don't have to be a carbon copy of your species but your species does imprint. Keep that in mind.)

Equipment:(Carcharians don't make weapons, neither do the Deep Ones. However they will pick up stuff they can find.)

Other:

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Any other questions? Ask me.

Titans of Earth

Since Nathan has super strength, would it be out of the question for him to be able to make big jumps?