Sanity43217

Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

Jason followed the group onto the bus and sat by himself. Disappointed in the group's general demeanour. For a questing group, they all seemed to be worried about themselves. He was hoping for excitement, adventure, team building, instead, he found himself sitting on a bus full of demigods, with the closest thing to a leader the group had was a boy who talked to himself. If this group wanted to survive anything, they had better shape up.
When Jason got off the bus, when they arrived, he started walking next to Tony. "So, what's this quest, that this shitshow of a group is planning to undertake?" He opened his bag and pulled out a jiffy pop butter popcorn pan. Spreading out his hand on the bottom of it. He wrapped some copper wire around his fingers. Generating a charge across his fingers, the wire started acting as a heating element. Using it to cook the popcorn. He glanced at Tony. "It would be easier if one of the kids was Hephaestus born, but not all of them have the heat powers, so I learned to adapt." The sound of popping corn was starting to be heard throughout the cabin of the bus.

The Fall of the Corps

Dorg

Name: Dorg
Age: 364
Gender: Male
Species: Diorama_Species_Scientist_#0076

Fighting Style: Dorg’s fighting style consists of mostly decking people as hard as he can. When he uses contracts he does so in a very deliberate manner, usually not doing so on the fly but rather taking the time to contract it right.
Favoured Constructs: Dorg’s most consistent construct is a fist but for the most part he’ll use his enhanced intelligence to make high-tech constructs.

Home Planet: "The Next World” was a manufactured planet that acted as a possible view into an ideal future where various far off species lived in peace. The creatures living on the planet were genetically engineer to embody the ideals of their creators without ever actually achieving them. You would have brutal warriors that would never really kill anyone, elegant poets who couldn’t tell you what a stanza was and so on. The whole planet was a massive sham, put on for educational and entertainment purposes. Geography-wise the planet was very broad, sporting hundreds of different biomes in it’s relatively small area. The planet had two main continents but it’s surface was around 30% water.

Bio: Ever since Dorg could remember he worked in the facility, an idealistic white base in the middle of an endless ocean. He, along with his fellow scientists, did their jobs studying the world around them diligently until Dorg began to find discrepancies in their research. Things weren’t adding up for Dorg, experiments being unable to be reproduced, facts were being disproven and some of the lesser used equipment turned out to not work at all. Despite their positions as scientists, Dorg was the only one to notice or care about this which lead to Dorg growing angry with his situation. He began searching for a way off of his prison island but to no avail.

Unbeknownst to Dorg, his Truman Show of a planet had now long since been abandoned, left to it’s own devices as its creators moved on to new and better things. This is when the artificial core of the planet began malfunction. The core began to take on a consciousness of it own and bring in the matter from the crust of itself to feed itself in the hopes of firing off this mass to find a new world to inhabit. The dark mass emerged from the sea and began smashing and consuming the facility. Dorg did his best to fend off the mass but it was no use, any tool he used was just absorbed into the living planet’s mass. That was until a blip of green pierced it way through the overwhelming dark and slid itself on Dorg’s finger. In the heat of the moment Dorg didn’t pay attention to the ring’s message of a corps, instead he felt the rings power and immediately got to work using it to bash and carve away at the beast threatening his home. The Next World’s dark secret was beaten back into the core of the planet where Dorg managed to trap it once again, saving his planet for the most part. From that day forward Dorg left his planet to serve with the Green Lantern Corp to protect his newly inherited sector and find a more permeant solution to helping his planet.

Sorry for the wait! Here's my character

@rocketrobie2

Looking good. You can move him over to the Char tab.

Devils of the Slate, a Dyomi tale

The Muscle

Name: Clovis Ross
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Personality: Clovis is a no nonsense straight talking Bastard. This has gotten him into more trouble than he is worth. Throw in the fact that he’s a compulsive liar and a huge flirt, the only reason he’s still alive is because when his life is on the line, he is just as good at getting out of trouble as he is getting into it.
Though his real talent lies in Aggressive Negotiations. A damn fiend with a rapier or cane sword, and always has a trick up his sleeve. He believes the universe has wronged him, and just wants a happy life, not a long one.
Bio: Clovis grew up in the slate. His father an enforcer for the Razorgulls. He was expected to follow in those footsteps. Being taught from a young age to fight. Picking up an affinity for defy light blades, as well as brass knuckles. He became quite the duelist. By his early teens, he was already an active enforcer for the Razorgulls. When he was twenty, he was tasked with killing his own father. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, so they shot his father in the back of the head. Now, Clovis has sworn to destroy the Razorgulls and have fun along the way.

Devils of the Slate, a Dyomi tale

Name: Clovis Ross
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Personality: Clovis is a no nonsense straight talking Bastard. This has gotten him into more trouble than he is worth. Throw in the fact that he’s a compulsive liar and a huge flirt, the only reason he’s still alive is because when his life is on the line, he is just as good at getting out of trouble as he is getting into it.
Though his real talent lies in Aggressive Negotiations. A damn fiend with a rapier or cane sword, and always has a trick up his sleeve. He believes the universe has wronged him, and just wants a happy life, not a long one.
Bio: Clovis grew up in the slate. His father an enforcer for the Razorgulls. He was expected to follow in those footsteps. Being taught from a young age to fight. Picking up an affinity for defy light blades, as well as brass knuckles. He became quite the duelist. By his early teens, he was already an active enforcer for the Razorgulls. When he was twenty, he was tasked with killing his own father. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, so they shot his father in the back of the head. Now, Clovis has sworn to destroy the Razorgulls and have fun along the way.

🌞 F O R G O T T E N R E A L M S 🌙 ~Darkest Horizon~ (INTEREST GATHERING)

@Scrivener Actually one question in regard to religion in your Rp, what god would you said is trickery god for Goliath?

@Shovel

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I’ve been looking and I can’t seem to find the Goliaths gods. :\

@Scrivener

As someone who has played a Goliath in several forgotten realms campaigns, it is my understanding that there isn’t a central religion regarding gods of Goliaths. The wiki goes on to quote

Most goliath tribes revered nature and the primal forces

But also states that it can vary greatly from tribe to tribe.
I guess the closest you would get would be Giant Pantheon, but I would check with Scrivener first. Specifically Diancastra .

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel (CLOSED)

Seems interesting.
I might have a couple OCs that might fit.

The Fall of the Corps

@RedVII@Duthguy@rocketrobie2
Are you three still interested?

The Fall of the Corps

@soren
All good. You can move him over to the character's tab.

The Fall of the Corps

His Armour

Though rarely wears the helmet

Name: Ona Xelea
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Species: Egred

Fighting Style: Agile fighter, uses mobility and constructs to remain out of reach while pummeling with multiple tricks from different angles.
Favoured Constructs: Chains, Tendrils, simple rocket thrusters and a few blades. Ona Xelea is very adaptable with his constructs and uses as many as he can to his advantage. Often mixing them up to confuse and overwhelm an opponent.

Bio: Ona Xelea was born on Crilia 64V, in Space Sector 0194. An odd planet. Home to the Egred people. A little more technologically advanced than humans, but with a more feudal philosophy. With a caste system in place, it was very difficult to change where you sat in society. Ona Xelea was born into the Labourer Caste. However, he wasn't content simply working in the factories. He dreamed of joining the King's Swarm. An elite regiment of soldiers who answered only to the King.
He was the first Egred, not from the Warrior Caste to challenge a member of the King's Swarm in an attempt to join their ranks. While he did put up a good fight, he was beaten by the professional soldier. He did not give up though. A year later he tried again, as per the traditional duelling laws.
Ona was beaten again, but this time, a figure standing in the crowd took notice. Chargals Thraegzaks, the previous green lantern of Sector 0194. Chargals took notice of Ona's determination against impossible odds and decided to keep tabs on the boy.
Ona was then named to be Chargals's replacement should something happen.
That time came when Chargals looked into a weapons shipment entering into his sector, only to be killed by the Risen Demons.
Ona Xelea was than inducted into the Corps, and tasked with protecting his sector, until being transfered to the new task force.

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Character Sheet

My Armor

Elderayne

Name: Elderayne Cromwell
Age: 60 (by his planets standards)
Gender: Male
Species: Leoin

Fighting Style: Tooth and Claw or Sword and Sheild
Favoured Constructs:Projectile fireballs, flaming sword and shield, a set of angelic wings.

Bio: Elderayne grew up on his home planet living a simple live of a farmer. Growing his crops with his ma and pa as well as his two sisters. The family lived decently in their kingdom until war broke out requiring each son to of any family to report for war training. Here Elderayne learned he was attuned to the magic of fire and flight which granted him a position in the royal flight force. He trained well and excelled in flight for a Leoin who never saw the sky. Out flying most of his class he earned a position as a squadron leader before finally being shipped off to war. There he learned he couldn't rely on just his magics and began to teach himself as he battled in the ways of sword and shield flight and land combat. Finally in what would be the last days of the war his regiment came across an ambush. Fighting to the end his whole regiment was felled and he their leader was left broke and on the verge of death till a green streak of light...a ring of the green lantern Corps saved his life. Little did he know he was jumping out of the frying pan and into the galactic fire.

@soren

I'd like a little more information about his world, and that the magic is limited to his planet, but since we discussed it in PMs, I'll say it's approved.