The Harbinger of Ferocity

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

With toughened fingers resting upon the hilt of a markedly aged bronze hilt, one with worn brown leather bindings taut around it, the truly wild eyes of a man far out of place parted through the people of the wounded town. He, the so called "Red", stood out among commoners and adventurers alike just by his choice in garb, be it the battered leather traveler's boots he wore, the truly seasoned sword across his hip, or the fact alone he wore as a hood the skin of a very large lioness, whose tremendous hide draped down his back. But there was no sense in hiding among these people - his demeanor alone, that air of predatory vigor, was tangible - either they would, or would not approve of him and the latter many chose, enough so that he was offered no cover and concealment as he stood beside the stone of a building.

Gritting his teeth lightly, of which displayed the drift's touches to his mortal self in their nearly animal pronouncement, he watched intently as a cadre of well armed and armored men seem to set about a small portion of the town. His suspicions, what few he had left at this point, were all but confirmed, as not only had he managed into the city without harassment, but the people were preoccupied with something... namely their guardsmen were.

This was not what caught his keen vision however, it was the unusuality of what transpired in his sight.

As quickly as she stepped out the door of, what at first he assumed to be some collection of casualties exclusively, was a gnome in a unique set of traveling gear. Puzzled was her expression as she spoke to one of the guardsmen who seemingly treated her with some level of respect; a commoner she certainly was not, not with the elongated coat, belts and pouches beneath it, nor the apparent level of conversation she could hold with the soldiering sort. Out of subtle instinct, his head pitched lightly to its right and his eyes narrowed as she left in a huff back through the same door she initially exited.

Strange was it; something about the situation gave him the intuitive sense that she was related to whatever had happened here - whatever evil force he could still smell lingering in the air.

Removing his large, strong hand from the scarred bronze pommel of the scimitar, "The Red" rumbled beneath his breath; "If only this were elsewhere this would be short work."

With a step to the side, the distinct man seemingly vanished from sight; the guard, having begun to scan the town once more blinked in minor confusion from the sensation of having been watched for some time. His focus elsewhere, the leather clad figure slipped aside and around the building the gnome disappeared within - minding his shadows and silhouette with every fall of his foot. Avoiding the windows as he did, his palm soon found itself to the back door of the hospital, of which was an idea not known to the savage as he allowed himself inside. As quietly as a tiger's footfall he tread in, shutting it behind him.

The world around him was busy and the scent offensive. There was injury and illness in this place, and it tasted vile.

Things became momentarily quiet as many eyes settled upon him, both the injured and the attendees - as though an angel of death had just settled in amongst their midst. Turning to face his witnesses, "The Red" took one slow, deliberate look at their wounded lot, all of whom remained hushed; they were visibly uncertain if he was friend or foe, or even a man at all, wearing the hood as he was. Lingering no longer than he needed, his methodical pace carried him down a hall.

The hunt continued.

@Dragoknighte@IcePezz@The Fated Fallen

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Asadan Redd

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Name:
Asadan Redd, or often simply "The Red", an informal title assumed (or more given to) in from "Nature, red in tooth and claw.".
Race:
Human; although the blood of men, Redd might as well be born of the world's doing.
Age:
29; while still largely youthful for a human, his share of life and mystic experience is sufficient enough. While not "beyond his years" as some form of savant, his source of talent and longevity are unusual.
Gender:
Male

Appearance:
"The Red", despite his title is very much a mere mortal man of his young age; at a sturdy height of just over six feet and nearing two-hundred pounds, or so it would seem. Influenced by the power he draws upon, an amalgamation of raw spiritual energy and divine, animal magic, his build is uncannily healthy and bristles with longevity to come. Lean, but defined in muscularity, he is a balanced appropriation of physical qualities, of which he keeps clean. With shaven facial hair and short mane of blonde that darkens to brown at its tips, the only truly visible unusualities stem from his eyes of which are fiercely green.

Clothing:
Asadan Redd wears only of which is his own; while not worked by his hands, it is gathered by his own doing. Clad in furred hide armor, with tawny hood of leonine origin, he is the bearer of a charge to preserve the set as a tribute to the creatures it too once belonged before they passed on after their age. Functional, Redd wears fingerless padded gloves, reinforced leather bracers, dense leggings and shin height worn traveling boots. While the hide breastplate and hood are unworked and still as they were, fur and all, the remaining pieces of his set are worn tan and dull brown. The hood, which is the head and shoulders of a great lioness, is kept as a memento to her glory while she lived. Adorned with a necklace of a large worn claw, as a big as a man's palm, his other, finer trim is the buckles and belts of which he carries his weapons.

Weapons:
In all senses of the word "The Red" is a living weapon; with claw and fang or fist, he carries conventional weapons - a scimitar and three daggers - only out of principal. Like a true berserker of some barbarian cultures, Asadan Redd fights with but his mere hands, striking with palms and knuckles alike with the force of blunt instruments, and with opportunity, can rend and tear exposed flesh with claw-like swipes. When presented with a force which mere hands cannot solve but a blade can, the scimitar - an elegantly engraved weapon with dull bronze markings of feline motifs - is the weapon of choice. But in all these things, "The Red" prefers claw and fang as well as magic.

Alignment:
Lawful Neutral
The code Asadan Redd adheres to is a fierce thing indeed. It takes no interest or care for the laws of mortal men and monsters alike, but the world. It compels him, as well as the savage and spiritual power within, to protect the balance of the natural order and to drive out its greatest foes; aberrations, demons, devils and undead, more than any other. A roamer, Asadan Redd walks the earth, lending aid wherever the world he is called to asks. Morally indifferent, he prefers to live outside society, but works among their structure whenever it benefits his oath.

Skills:
Apex Predator
The wilderness is a place of survival, of which is often a gamble at best for mundane or humble mortal folk. It is here he is the most comfortable; able to sustain himself off fresh kills, found springs, as well as track and preform traditional medicine, or even elude foes tracking him. Without it, or in environments which are not natural such as cities, his insight is poor if not completely lacking.

Bestial Empathy
Asadan Redd has an intuitive sense of people, in small part, but a far greater sense of an animal's demeanor. Able to communicate both through gestures and spoken words, should he intend to, he may effectively speak across the species barrier with animals as well as comprehend their reply. Albeit not a truly spoken language, this intuition is neither magic nor the skill of most mortals. It can be taught and or learned, however.

Savage Combatant
There exists no school of "martial arts" among nature, merely instinct. For "The Red", the extension of his mystical abilities carry over to his physical ones, even without animal shapes. Far more fierce with but his own body than any weapon he carries, he is a powerful unarmed combatant that relies upon fighting poorly armored foes and disabling those that are well protected, such as those armored; debilitating strikes and forced movement being his favored tools of weakening a sturdy enemy.

Magic:
Wild Shape
A spiritual gift from within, Asadan Redd can slip cleanly into a bestial form, with but a ferocious yell or slightest of thoughts in moments. A power of supernatural origin, he takes on the qualities of the mighty animal he assumes; its strength, agility, senses and physical capabilities are all at his command, as too are those of pure instinct and predatory cunning. Unlike others akin to him, rare as they may be, he is limited to his totem - the archetype he is called to, of which is all felines, be them the clever lynx, subtle jaguar, or ferocious tiger. His worn and carried goods fade from existence until he again reverts to his human self. While in his alternate forms, he is far more deadly - his title, "The Red" made well known through his use of claw and fang. By expending added essence while in Wild Shape, he may alter the nature of his natural attacks to enchant them or continue to cast spells.

Soul-Magic
Weaving both natural spirit energy and magic is no small feat; drawing upon both the world and himself, his magical "spells" as most arcanists would refer to them, are classical elements of his archetype. Unlike those of traditional shamanic or druidic magic, Asadan Redd has no formal or hierarchical training and his use of the Weave is through Incarnum - pure spirit essence. Because of this, his power is physically and mentally exhausting, but difficult to predict; the same gestures and words, with different thought and intent can produce wildly varying results - even able to be preformed even while in Wild Shape. In return for his service to the natural world, his very existence and soul is laid claim to by the realm afterlife itself - the Beastlands.

Incarnum, being made of distilled soul stuff, appears as ghostly and misty effects which rapidly disperse. Although only faintly tinted blue in hue, the darkness of the blue coloration corresponds with the amount of power behind it; the more vivid, the more powerful, but also the more obvious. Working Soul-Magic provides a faint blue shine to the inner most area around one's pupils, regardless of eye color.

• Summon Feline
  The effect summons a physical, tangible large or common cat made of pure, immortal spirit stuff. Albeit not truly a living thing, it is otherwise no different than the animal itself in all regards - the very embodiment of it, in fact - it persists briefly for a few minutes before fading into nothingness as a mist. It willingly obeys the summoner and anyone who he deems an authority over it. A summoned beast is vulnerable to early dismissal through a magic dispelling effect as it is a temporary being of pure magic.
• Healing Touch
  Through a mere touch, a transfer of essence can restore physical or mental wounds - with time - to the contacted person or creature, as can it instead instantly neutralize poison or cure disease. Wounds that would take weeks heal in mere days instead with this magic. Made of positive soul energy, the effect has no impact upon devils, demons and undead. It has a greater and far more immediate restorative effect upon beasts than people, taking little time to mend their wounds.
• Influence Animal
  Be it settling their rage, entrancing, beguiling, confusing, charming, or outright enchanting them, the power of influence varies greatly. Applicable only to unintelligent beasts, even the most hostile can be swayed to become calm, or those indifferent can be persuaded to provide assistance, all through the works of soul based magic. They are never compelled to obey obviously suicidal orders or to remain friendly afterward.

Background:
The sole son of Adhera the Lioness, the life before Asadan Redd would first be walked in the shadow of his mother's legacy. A deeply spiritual woman, "The Lioness" worked into reality her innate gifts through sheer willpower and force of personality - wielding magic by raw charisma, instinct and spirit alone; having never once spent a day of formal mentoring to acquire her art. So named for her preferred leonine form, "The Lioness" relished conflict wherein she could free claw and fang - a "lady-savage" - but had tremendous command over the elements themselves, able to call upon the fury of a storm, the rage of flames, the might of earth or the crash of waves at mere whim. Living as she did in secrecy, sworn to the wild world, she bore only a single heir from a father unknown.

Raised as more a beast than a child, Asadan Redd matured in a harsh environment full of even more harsh lessons. Although tender toward his mother, just as he was the felines he associated with throughout childhood who provided their assistance in nurturing him, he was well aware that she would not raise him forever; understanding from even a young age it would be his charge to one day assume her tasks with his own powers when she faded away. While such events did indeed transpire and "The Lioness" drew her last breath many years later, her son was still wandering the world - unaware that she had passed and unaware of the calling to come. Drifting from village to village, seeking to strike out a range of his own akin to the animals he so revered in spite of his young age, he found little pleasure in any attempt to integrate even slightly into the lives of humble folk; these mere commoners suspicious of him, and rightfully so, knew only of the animal tendencies he displayed and strange magic he wielded, even as but a young man. While he did not loathe these people, he took no interest in attempting to garner their adoration.

Swearing off such notions of truly living among the mortal flock, Asadan Redd spent much time after honing his mystical talent of soul-magic, fueled by a poorly understood fusion of body and soul known only as Incarnum. Like his mother who bore him, his spiritual gift of altering and manipulating the Weave grew in power and complexity until it expanded beyond "mere" shapechanging, to soon enabling other forces of supernature. A beguiler, healer and summoner of beasts, there was no doubt within his mind that he would do "The Lioness" proud in what potential he had...

Until the war of men and magic upset his elusive lifestyle.

Still only a young man at the time, Asadan Redd began to fiercely hone his primal talent and tendency. He struck where opportunity presented itself, sparing neither man nor monster should it defile or upset his home as they did. As quickly as his attacks began, Redd disappeared once more into the wilderness time and time again without a trace, striking only those vulnerable. Claws and fangs growing ever more red with the blood of the wicked and corrupt as he felled his foes both personally and through magic in this manner, he ultimately attained a mantle of his own - just as his mother had done; a title in the form of "The Red". But it was not until the closing hours of the war - the dark mages in full retreat and surrender - did any force successfully dissuade the savage and his ferine rage end.

Silent once more as the feline form he assumed, "The Red" faded into the wilderness of the island; seemingly no more than another tiger among a lush jungle. A whisper in the storm that was war, his existence as "The Red" is but myth - said to be a creature of feline shape and form with uncanny cunning in its eyes and magic in its very being, it is rightfully feared as it is rumored to feel no pain and lash out with blows as magical as a mageblade. All of these things are not far from the truth.

No one fathomed "The Red" would be called to the dense population of Waeldeshore - a story of the wilds exclusively - but indeed he has, not as a beast, but a man.

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

Perhaps you could just rename the magic tab to Powers, and put them there. I think the main complaint is that your character sheet isn't uber clear right now

@The Fated Fallen

This would not prove inaccurate either; in most settings Magic-Psionics Transparency is standard, despite their power sources being different. Mind you this is under the assumption this roleplay is based off Dungeons and Dragons.

Third Edition SRD

The default rule for the interaction of psionics and magic is simple: Powers interact with spells and spells interact with powers in the same way a spell or normal spell-like ability interacts with another spell or spell-like ability. This is known as psionics-magic transparency.

Still, psionics are great and flavorful.

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Just requires a quick review and approval.

Character Sheet

Asadan Redd

---

Name:
Asadan Redd, or often simply "The Red", an informal title assumed (or more given to) in from "Nature, red in tooth and claw.".
Race:
Human; although the blood of men, Redd might as well be born of the world's doing.
Age:
29; while still largely youthful for a human, his share of life and mystic experience is sufficient enough. While not "beyond his years" as some form of savant, his source of talent and longevity are unusual.
Gender:
Male

Appearance:
"The Red", despite his title is very much a mere mortal man of his young age; at a sturdy height of just over six feet and nearing two-hundred pounds, or so it would seem. Influenced by the power he draws upon, an amalgamation of raw spiritual energy and divine, animal magic, his build is uncannily healthy and bristles with longevity to come. Lean, but defined in muscularity, he is a balanced appropriation of physical qualities, of which he keeps clean. With shaven facial hair and short mane of blonde that darkens to brown at its tips, the only truly visible unusualities stem from his eyes of which are fiercely green.

Clothing:
Asadan Redd wears only of which is his own; while not worked by his hands, it is gathered by his own doing. Clad in furred hide armor, with tawny hood of leonine origin, he is the bearer of a charge to preserve the set as a tribute to the creatures it too once belonged before they passed on after their age. Functional, Redd wears fingerless padded gloves, reinforced leather bracers, dense leggings and shin height worn traveling boots. While the hide breastplate and hood are unworked and still as they were, fur and all, the remaining pieces of his set are worn tan and dull brown. The hood, which is the head and shoulders of a great lioness, is kept as a memento to her glory while she lived. Adorned with a necklace of a large worn claw, as a big as a man's palm, his other, finer trim is the buckles and belts of which he carries his weapons.

Weapons:
In all senses of the word "The Red" is a living weapon; with claw and fang or fist, he carries conventional weapons - a scimitar and three daggers - only out of principal. Like a true berserker of some barbarian cultures, Asadan Redd fights with but his mere hands, striking with palms and knuckles alike with the force of blunt instruments, and with opportunity, can rend and tear exposed flesh with claw-like swipes. When presented with a force which mere hands cannot solve but a blade can, the scimitar - an elegantly engraved weapon with dull bronze markings of feline motifs - is the weapon of choice. But in all these things, "The Red" prefers claw and fang as well as magic.

Alignment:
Lawful Neutral
The code Asadan Redd adheres to is a fierce thing indeed. It takes no interest or care for the laws of mortal men and monsters alike, but the world. It compels him, as well as the savage and spiritual power within, to protect the balance of the natural order and to drive out its greatest foes; aberrations, demons, devils and undead, more than any other. A roamer, Asadan Redd walks the earth, lending aid wherever the world he is called to asks. Morally indifferent, he prefers to live outside society, but works among their structure whenever it benefits his oath.

Skills:
Apex Predator
The wilderness is a place of survival, of which is often a gamble at best for mundane or humble mortal folk. It is here he is the most comfortable; able to sustain himself off fresh kills, found springs, as well as track and preform traditional medicine, or even elude foes tracking him. Without it, or in environments which are not natural such as cities, his insight is poor if not completely lacking.

Bestial Empathy
Asadan Redd has an intuitive sense of people, in small part, but a far greater sense of an animal's demeanor. Able to communicate both through gestures and spoken words, should he intend to, he may effectively speak across the species barrier with animals as well as comprehend their reply. Albeit not a truly spoken language, this intuition is neither magic nor the skill of most mortals. It can be taught and or learned, however.

Savage Combatant
There exists no school of "martial arts" among nature, merely instinct. For "The Red", the extension of his mystical abilities carry over to his physical ones, even without animal shapes. Far more fierce with but his own body than any weapon he carries, he is a powerful unarmed combatant that relies upon fighting poorly armored foes and disabling those that are well protected, such as those armored; debilitating strikes and forced movement being his favored tools of weakening a sturdy enemy.

Magic:
Wild Shape
A spiritual gift from within, Asadan Redd can slip cleanly into a bestial form, with but a ferocious yell or slightest of thoughts in moments. A power of supernatural origin, he takes on the qualities of the mighty animal he assumes; its strength, agility, senses and physical capabilities are all at his command, as too are those of pure instinct and predatory cunning. Unlike others akin to him, rare as they may be, he is limited to his totem - the archetype he is called to, of which is all felines, be them the clever lynx, subtle jaguar, or ferocious tiger. His worn and carried goods fade from existence until he again reverts to his human self. While in his alternate forms, he is far more deadly - his title, "The Red" made well known through his use of claw and fang. By expending added essence while in Wild Shape, he may alter the nature of his natural attacks to enchant them or continue to cast spells.

Soul-Magic
Weaving both natural spirit energy and magic is no small feat; drawing upon both the world and himself, his magical "spells" as most arcanists would refer to them, are classical elements of his archetype. Unlike those of traditional shamanic or druidic magic, Asadan Redd has no formal or hierarchical training and his use of the Weave is through Incarnum - pure spirit essence. Because of this, his power is physically and mentally exhausting, but difficult to predict; the same gestures and words, with different thought and intent can produce wildly varying results - even able to be preformed even while in Wild Shape. In return for his service to the natural world, his very existence and soul is laid claim to by the realm afterlife itself - the Beastlands.

Incarnum, being made of distilled soul stuff, appears as ghostly and misty effects which rapidly disperse. Although only faintly tinted blue in hue, the darkness of the blue coloration corresponds with the amount of power behind it; the more vivid, the more powerful, but also the more obvious. Working Soul-Magic provides a faint blue shine to the inner most area around one's pupils, regardless of eye color.

• Summon Feline
  The effect summons a physical, tangible large or common cat made of pure, immortal spirit stuff. Albeit not truly a living thing, it is otherwise no different than the animal itself in all regards - the very embodiment of it, in fact - it persists briefly for a few minutes before fading into nothingness as a mist. It willingly obeys the summoner and anyone who he deems an authority over it. A summoned beast is vulnerable to early dismissal through a magic dispelling effect as it is a temporary being of pure magic.
• Healing Touch
  Through a mere touch, a transfer of essence can restore physical or mental wounds - with time - to the contacted person or creature, as can it instead instantly neutralize poison or cure disease. Wounds that would take weeks heal in mere days instead with this magic. Made of positive soul energy, the effect has no impact upon devils, demons and undead. It has a greater and far more immediate restorative effect upon beasts than people, taking little time to mend their wounds.
• Influence Animal
  Be it settling their rage, entrancing, beguiling, confusing, charming, or outright enchanting them, the power of influence varies greatly. Applicable only to unintelligent beasts, even the most hostile can be swayed to become calm, or those indifferent can be persuaded to provide assistance, all through the works of soul based magic. They are never compelled to obey obviously suicidal orders or to remain friendly afterward.

Background:
The sole son of Adhera the Lioness, the life before Asadan Redd would first be walked in the shadow of his mother's legacy. A deeply spiritual woman, "The Lioness" worked into reality her innate gifts through sheer willpower and force of personality - wielding magic by raw charisma, instinct and spirit alone; having never once spent a day of formal mentoring to acquire her art. So named for her preferred leonine form, "The Lioness" relished conflict wherein she could free claw and fang - a "lady-savage" - but had tremendous command over the elements themselves, able to call upon the fury of a storm, the rage of flames, the might of earth or the crash of waves at mere whim. Living as she did in secrecy, sworn to the wild world, she bore only a single heir from a father unknown.

Raised as more a beast than a child, Asadan Redd matured in a harsh environment full of even more harsh lessons. Although tender toward his mother, just as he was the felines he associated with throughout childhood who provided their assistance in nurturing him, he was well aware that she would not raise him forever; understanding from even a young age it would be his charge to one day assume her tasks with his own powers when she faded away. While such events did indeed transpire and "The Lioness" drew her last breath many years later, her son was still wandering the world - unaware that she had passed and unaware of the calling to come. Drifting from village to village, seeking to strike out a range of his own akin to the animals he so revered in spite of his young age, he found little pleasure in any attempt to integrate even slightly into the lives of humble folk; these mere commoners suspicious of him, and rightfully so, knew only of the animal tendencies he displayed and strange magic he wielded, even as but a young man. While he did not loathe these people, he took no interest in attempting to garner their adoration.

Swearing off such notions of truly living among the mortal flock, Asadan Redd spent much time after honing his mystical talent of soul-magic, fueled by a poorly understood fusion of body and soul known only as Incarnum. Like his mother who bore him, his spiritual gift of altering and manipulating the Weave grew in power and complexity until it expanded beyond "mere" shapechanging, to soon enabling other forces of supernature. A beguiler, healer and summoner of beasts, there was no doubt within his mind that he would do "The Lioness" proud in what potential he had...

Until the war of men and magic upset his elusive lifestyle.

Still only a young man at the time, Asadan Redd began to fiercely hone his primal talent and tendency. He struck where opportunity presented itself, sparing neither man nor monster should it defile or upset his home as they did. As quickly as his attacks began, Redd disappeared once more into the wilderness time and time again without a trace, striking only those vulnerable. Claws and fangs growing ever more red with the blood of the wicked and corrupt as he felled his foes both personally and through magic in this manner, he ultimately attained a mantle of his own - just as his mother had done; a title in the form of "The Red". But it was not until the closing hours of the war - the dark mages in full retreat and surrender - did any force successfully dissuade the savage and his ferine rage end.

Silent once more as the feline form he assumed, "The Red" faded into the wilderness of the island; seemingly no more than another tiger among a lush jungle. A whisper in the storm that was war, his existence as "The Red" is but myth - said to be a creature of feline shape and form with uncanny cunning in its eyes and magic in its very being, it is rightfully feared as it is rumored to feel no pain and lash out with blows as magical as a mageblade. All of these things are not far from the truth.

No one fathomed "The Red" would be called to the dense population of Waeldeshore - a story of the wilds exclusively - but indeed he has, not as a beast, but a man.

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I will be submitting my character this evening.

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Rip and tear!

@The Fated Fallen

If there is anything I excel at in fantasy combat as a player and a Dungeon Master, this is one of those things. That said, I intend to make myself useful.

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Any ideas?

@The Fated Fallen

One of which who is by and large finished, but I simply need @IcePezz to provide a bit of specific background, which was requested in PMs. Overall, aside from my work schedule, being today and tomorrow, all should go just as planned... at least for this portion.

Either way, it will involve large felines and the rending and tearing of demons.

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And yet, the dawn! That dark time is over!

@The Fated Fallen

So I hope; as do I hope to post a character over the next two days.

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@The Harbinger of Ferocity You joined 2 says before me, do you remember the age of the site crashing every day?

@The Fated Fallen

A strange twist of fate - there was a time when I did indeed attempted to be more active on the more unstable system that was the interim one. Due to these failures and time, I did not write much or interact much then.

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@The Harbinger of Ferocity That's quite a name!

@The Fated Fallen

Far more an assumed title, but all the same, it does have a particular impact - thank you.