Pathfinder

Harvesting Purity

Appearance

Human form.


Inhuman form, ogre.

Name: Mars Ulta
Nickname(s): N/A
Age: 21
Job: Heavy Labor/Military Reserve
Species: Seeker
Skills(s):
~Heavy lifting
~Hand to hand combat
~Architecture
~Architectural demolition
Like(s):
~Honorable fights
~Feats of strength
~Eating food
~Alcohol
~Independence
~Willful individuals
Dislike(s):
~Cheaters
~Restraints
~Unneeded cruelty
~Poor losers
~Confusing emotions
Personality: Mars fits the bill for a large brute, at least on the first couple layers of walls. Once you dig deeper you will find a man with honor, pride, and a strong sense of duty. However he does have his faults as his pride pushes him to challenge those who insult not only him but his family and people. Mars is not a liar, letting the nobles deal with that. In the end Mars js little more than a tool to his superiors, a fate he has no choice but to accept. As a consequence he doesn't care for politics much, instead focusing on more down to earth things like architecture, the magic of mining, and how much force it takes to crush a skull
Quirks:
~Tends to grunt when he can't think of something to say.
~Chivalrous pervert.
Soon-to-be bride/groom:XXX
Other:
~Human form, 6'2 and 195 lbs
~Monster form, 10'6 and 942 lbs
~The transition of man to monster is extremely painful unless taken slowly.
~Technically a peasant, Mars lacks the.higher manners gained through nobility.

Gods of Roa

WIP

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Name: Ormagoden

Goal: Defensive

Domain: Metal, noise, blood, and fire.

Appearance

Powers:
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-Metal Screech:

Artifacts:

Territory: (include the geography, climate, population, etc. EG: cold, mountainous nation with a low population of hardy, dark skinned humans and filled with tough carnivorous creatures such as mountain lions, chimera, and even dragons)

Other Info: (Anything you feel is important to mention, such as a hatred of a different god, a different source of power than followers, etc. Optional.)]]]][]<>

Gods of Roa Interest Check

WIP

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Name: Ormagoden

Goal: Defensive

Domain: Metal, noise, blood, and fire.

Appearance

Powers:
-Cremator of the Sky: Ormagoden tears through the skies with such speed that it catches fire as he soars.
-Metal Screech:

Artifacts:

Territory: (include the geography, climate, population, etc. EG: cold, mountainous nation with a low population of hardy, dark skinned humans and filled with tough carnivorous creatures such as mountain lions, chimera, and even dragons)

Other Info: (Anything you feel is important to mention, such as a hatred of a different god, a different source of power than followers, etc. Optional.)]]]][]<>

Gods of Roa Interest Check

(damnit)

Gods of Roa Interest Check

I shall place my interest here. Oh, hey ActRaiser.

Harvesting Purity

I'd say I'm interested.

The Order of Hunters: Tales of Fort Raven's peek

Ok, expect the list in about ten minutes or so.

The Order of Hunters: Tales of Fort Raven's peek

Quick question before I do anything with the magic, would spirit stuff like speaking too them and calling for their aid be ok? Otherwise I would just make him into an earth mage.

The Order of Hunters: Tales of Fort Raven's peek

Andor Tolas, Shaman. WIP

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Name: Andor Tolas

Gender: Male

Age: 33

Nationality: Tribes of Grimsgil

Appearance

Andor is a large man, reaching nearly 6'4 in height. His skin has been through much, from the bronzing powers of the sun to the cut of a blade.

Bio: Your back story. Who are you? Where did you come from? Why did you join the Order? How long have you been in the Order? (minimum of three paragraphs, not everyone can be fresh recruits)

Fighting Style: Your fighting style. Is it unique and named? or is it a basic Sword and Shield fighting style?

Equipment: What is the basic equipment you carry on your person

Skills/Abilities: Any special skills/talents you possess (Mages list magic types here)

Other Information: any special information about your character (must be approved by GM, so shoot me a pm and lets talk)

RWBY - Return to Niflheim

In one of the darkest corners of the ship lay Ophelia. Stretched out over a bedroll she activated a vent on Crash, releasing a small jet of flame and lighting the cigarette. Taking a long drag, Ophelia finally allowed herself to relax after the protracted battle in the skies. It had been a very eventful couple of days, with having to fight for her live almost constantly. Doesn't leave much for relaxation so she'll take what she could get. From where she was sitting she could tell she was close to the engines, the hum they made reminded her of home and set a cold lump in the pit of her stomach. Letting out a deep sigh, Ophelia went back to her cigarette and tried to forgot about it.

Time slipped by as Ophelia sat in the dark, waiting for the ship to either land or get attacked again. Thankfully the wait wasn't dreadfully long and by the end of it she was at the end of her cig. Rolling up her bed roll, checking her satchel, and holstering Crash and Burn behind her back, Ophelia was ready to face what lay beyond the walls of the airship. Her boots clacked smartly against the metal walkway that led to the ground and when her boots met dirt she surveyed the area.

Due to taking her time she was one of the last people who left the airship which didn't bother her that much, having missed the exit traffic. It also allowed her to view the people around her. Some were getting friendly while some others went to another area, probably were the food was. The pang in her stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten a lot these past couple days. Now with an objective, Ophelia took a final drag before dropping the stump and grinding it underneath her boot before making her way to the dining area.

To be expected it wasn't a grand feast, just a collection of canned goods and whatever else could be scrounged up. Grabbing one of the larger apples in the fruit pile, Ophelia settled on a can of baked beans before sitting down and digging in. As she did so Ophelia kept her eyes wandering the room, searching for nothing in particular but she never did like it when people snuck up on her.