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Changelings Anonymous; A Chronicles of Darkness Roleplay

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[BRØKEN GEAR] Steampunk RP

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Anyone wants to write a collab post? My char would love to creep up to someone.

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Made one post and will go to bed now. I live in germany and work in shifts so my schedule might seem kind of random or weird to you guys but I will probably interact with some of you on the pirate pad tomorrow. Good night!

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Dagor Weirdeye

Dagor had spend the last few months put in chains at the back of a slave cart. The slave traders heard that he was a practitioner of dark and wretched sorcery but they also were completely sure that any magician had to use his hands to cast spells. They were not completely wrong, it was actually the smartest thing they did. But Dagor was just waiting, like a wolf trails a herd of deer for the right time to strike.

"Hey Beast. This is our last stop. If we don't sell you here your chances are grim.", the slaver spat at the mongrel, "If you ask me we should have killed you immediately, throw you overboard or feed you to the dogs. Your kind brings disease and bad luck!"
The Markothi kicked the captured Mongrel. Dagor made no sound, he was used to much worse things. "Perhaps I should kill you before the Boss is back? Nobody wants to buy you!", he punched Dagor in the face and squatted down to look the beastmen in the face. The last failure of the Markothi slaver.

Dagor smiled, he was malnourished and exhausted but now he had the upper hand. His right eye opened, red in the colour of blood. The man was in his trap, his reality was now a mere illusion. The slaver slowly pulled the keys out of his trousers and opened the chains of the mongrel shaman. With a wolfish grin, which showed Dagors needle sharp teeth, the shaman threw himself at the still enthralled slaver and put his teeth around his throat. He needed no more magic to kill this man, fangs, hoof and claw did the rest.
After a small meal of the nose and throat of the man it was time for the shaman to get his staff and leave as fast as possible. Consuming humans was considered a ritualistic act by the Mongrel of the Longhorntribe. Even Though many every man and his wife told stories how mongrels eat babies and consume whole families, eating humans was in some tribes even a taboo and only some did it regularly. Dagor did it only because he was hungry and because nobody hits a mongrel and lives.

So Dagor found himself in a bit of a distance of the inner city. He had never really seen a city, the stone houses looked foreign to him and he was guessing he should hide. He wanted to find the arena but he had no idea what an arena looked like. The population of the town would probably not be happy to see a mongrel so he decided to hide in the first dark alleyway he could see. Dagors nose could smell fish and the sea, a very unfamiliar smell for the shaman. "By the guardians light what are you?", the voice of a teenage boy made Dagor turn around. The boy was paralysed with fear, having most likely never seen a non human outside the arena. "A... Are... Are you a gladiator?"
Dagor smiled again, the boy took a step back. "Yes, yes I am. Where do I have to go? To fight?", his voice butchered the language but the boy seemed to understand. "Ho..Hous...House Valens.", he pointed to a big building south down the road. Dagor grinned and left. He now simply walked through the town to his destination, several people ran away and some closed the doors but strangely enough they did not react as hostile as he imagined.

After a bit of walking he arrived at the gate to the manor. The guard was clearly surprised and shocked to see a mongrel who just said, "Me Gladiator. I want to fight." But nevertheless left him through. Dagor arrived at the courtyard thin and with a bit of blood on his clothes. A group of humans was already there. They all seemed strange to him, they also all seemed soft. He was fletching his teeth when he got nearer to them, his hooves on the stone floor announcing his entrance.

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I will most likely not write today since I have to get ready for my nightshift now but I will definitely write tomorrow.

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So who will go first?

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I would also rather wait a bit ^^
Just remember that there is a creepy beastmen standing in the room.

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Dagor Weirdeye

Dagor Weirdeye

"I am the Claws of the Wild. I am Madness touch."

Profile

Full Name: Dagor Weirdeye of the tribe of the Longhorns
Titles/Nicknames: Speaker of Horror, Weirdeye, He who scrambles the mind
Age: 44
Race: Mongrel
Gender: Male
Combat Role: Disruptive Mage

Fur Color: Black/Dark brown
Eye Color: One Eye Green and the other Red
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 160 lbs

Appearance: Dagor is a mongrel, his fur is of a dark brown, even black in some parts like his back and arms. His horns are enormous, each extending long behind his head. One of his most prominent features are his piercing eyes, which also gave him his name. While his left eye is green with a small piercing pupil, his right eye is pure red.
The clothes he wears are mostly tattered and ripped pieces of fabric over a simple piece of leather armor. He carries many bags and pouches around with him which he uses for his magic.

Personality

Overview: Dagor is still very new to human society and has no love for it. He really has not much love for anything, he simply thinks some things are less disgusting than others.
He sees social interactions still through the lense of a mongrel, he sees some people as Alphas to whom he keeps distance and some are Betas, he harasses and threatens those. While he understands human language reasonably well he thinks they are too weak and cuddled by civilization.

Combat

Strength: 5
Dexterity: 7
Intelligence: 4
Cunning: 7
Magic: 7
Willpower: 6
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 1

Weapons of Choice: Dagor wields a long wooden staff with a sharp piece of black metal at the end. The staff is full with talismans and trinkets that offer him support in his magical endeavours and is generally used to keep enemies at distance.

Armor/Combat Apparel: Light leather protection over the arms and the torso. His most important defensive item is a small bone medallion of which Dagor swears it deflects arrows. Well it does, some of the time.

Fighting Style: What good is an enemy when his mind is shattered in a thousand pieces? When he has lost any will to fight and is no longer with his head in the arena? The answer is that enemy is useless. And Dagors speciality is to stand in the back of the arena and curse his enemies to weaken and confuse them.

Magical Affinity: Magic of the Mind, Madness, fear and confusion.
The Roar of the Wild - After a small ritual which consists of a dance and a verse Dagor can let out a roar that grips the hearts of anyone who desires. The target will feel fear of a debilitating level. There were victims of this curse who tried to tunnel themselves through a wall just to get away from Dagor.
The Shattering - A green lightning leaves the clawed finger tip of dagor and zaps the enemy. Whoever is hit by this blast has his mind shattered in a thousand pieces. They see childhood memories as if the were the present, can remember only things that never happened and smell colours.
Fangs of Death - The sharp teeth of the hound of death pierce the enemy's heart causing it to stop for a moment. While not deadly in many cases, the victim is stopped in his tracks and paralysed. Dagor uses his hands to cast this spell.
The eye of the Beast - Dagors signature spell brings forth imaginary warriors and traps his enemies in a fake reality. When he locks eyes with a enemy he can summon deadly phantasms into that person's mind. A group of bloodthirsty mongrels seem to attack the victim of this curse but only the victim can see them. Don't be fooled though, their teeth, horns and blades still hurt.

Background

Place of Birth: Markoth
Social Status: Shaman of the Longhorn Tribe
History: Live in a Mongrel Tribe is beyond harsh. The males fight eternally for the leadership positions and whoever wants to eat has to contribute to the tribe or starve. Children born with gifts from the spirits however have a different life. From early on Dagor was called Weirdeye, for the obvious reason that his right eye is of a pure blood red. The shaman of the tribe took him under his leadership and tutored him in the ways of sorcery. The Old Shaman of the Longhorn Tribe was a powerful mage specialising in strengthening his tribe with powerful blessings and cursing their enemies.
Dagor learned all he could from his master but he still felt to weak. So he did what many Mongrel Shamans tried to do and searched the lands far and white for better teachers, old tomes and powerful artefacts. He learned about runes and used them to strengthen his tribe and make them unquestionably loyal. In these years he found his own style of curses and magic. He learned to destroy and shape the mind of his foes and bend their will.
One year later Dagor was bored of his tribal life. He had no challenges and could not hone his magic on real enemies. And what better way to find all that than the arena? Dagor Weirdeye offered himself to the next Human tribe, suggesting that they would get his price if they would bring him to the next arena. They did sell him to slave traders from Venatria who got the same deal and eventually brought him to a small town in the west and a small tournament. They deal the slavetraders made seemed to be a failure however since nobody wanted to buy the weird Mongrel, nobody except a fearless young woman...

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@CollectorOfMyst Oh Dagor will love using that fear. :)