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I'm just your average New Yorker. A guy who thinks he can do more than he ought.
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> @The New Yorker: Control of fire doesn't mean control of explosions in this world, even if these things occasionally come together.
That's not really what I was saying.
Name: Ceasar Luna
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Ethnicity/ Nationality: Iberian/ Portuguese
Appearance: Ceasar has a hooked nose cliffed above a set of rosy, sneering lips. His eyes are more narrow slits than anything, almond-shaped windows to his black soul. He is short, delicate, flamboyant, and balding. He wears bold colors and fancy hats to cover his shiny head.
Notes: Creepster
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Name: Leonard Comstock
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Ethnicity/Nationality: Anglo-European/ English
Appearance: Leonard has rough skin and rough features, somehow evened out by his mannerisms and inflections. His skin has been darkened by his travels on the high sea and beyond. He sports a nice sized brown beard and moustache. His medium length curly hair is topped by a cavaliers hat most of the time. He wears just about what you’d expect a pirate to wear, satin shirt under a russet leather coat. Sashes, and belts, and buckles adorn his outfit, which is topped off by the leather gloves and boots, and the feather in his hat. He is about average height with a well-built frame.
Notes: You’ll always see him with a saber and his flintlock rifle. Both of which are exquisitely made and seem to be exotic. Beside this, Leonard radiates the aura of a well-traveled man.
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Name: Epunamun {E-Poo-NA-MOON}
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Ethnicity/Nationality: Mapuche/ Inca
Appearance: Epu has dark bronze skin, it glistens brilliantly in the moonlight. His hair is a sold black and is only broken by short white strands every once in a while. The very end of his hair would reach his lower back were he to let it go. Instead he generally keeps it in a bun and ponytail, or braids, or knots. He has a sharp nose, almost like a beak, but it’s width gives it a structural aesthetic value. His lips are full and low set, very much like his eyes. A widows peak crowns his features lovingly. He is a toned, muscled giant standing next to most Europeans; but to be fair, he hasn’t visited Russia or Germany yet. He has tattoos about his body, some on his arms, others on his leg, even one on his neck, behind his ear. He’s taken to wearing proper shirts and pants but refuses any of the other accoutrements, usually leaving his shirts unbuttoned.
Notes: A former Incan warrior, who helped his people repel and ultimately crush the Spainiard occupation (with a little help from Emillio), Epu is a rather stern man. He’s spent his whole life either learning how to kill or killing. Traveling with Emillio has allowed him to open his mind to other things in life, but shrugging off dark shadows such as that is a hard task on it’s own.
I'm waiting for a response, Peik. No trouble, I just wanted to let you know, since I realize that TP isn't exactly explicit.
I'd like to hear from Yorg, at this point.
The CS' I mentioned should be out later today.
EDIT: Most of the CS' are done, Allana's will be up later.
To the bit about the dangerousness of bombs and their components: Right, that's why I asked about making them, that way Gregory could just brew a couple up before he heads out to battle or before going out on the road. Now that I think about it, if he's a skilled fire elementalist, could he just create a bomb with that? If so, that seems the best path to take. No muss, no fuss.
> > Yeah, he's the same character who's lost his other axe, and we can pretend he never had that armor.
> That I cannot do; if there's one thing that I value in this roleplay, it's maintaining a consistency between what has happened, what happens and what will happen. Actions, once performed, have consequences that echo through history and affect the future in small or big ways, and something that has existed at one point can't simply be removed from history. Even if it no longer exists and has somehow been eradicated from existence, it was there.
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> I also don't remember whether old Gregory was an elementalist? Although I guess he could have been, even if it wasn't technically part of his description at the time, and just not used it. And yes, it is technically possible to invoke different kinds of elemental magic - any different kinds, really - but it's far from as easy or instinctive as invoking elemental magic native to one's natural affinity. It requires one to to have studied and memorized the _feeling_ of energy attuned to that other element, and then consciously force part of one's own energy to mimick that feeling. The conversion of element is temporary - over just several minutes any amount of converted energy will revert to its natural attunement unless one focused on preventing this the entire time - and the energy will lose some of its potency in the process, similar to when the very same thing happens in arcane or black magic. Plus, it will feel just plain unnatural and weird for a person to use elemental magic that isn't "their own". But yes, it is possible.
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> The short answer to the last question would be "yes", although the likelihood of Gregory having such would depend on your definintion of "bomb". If you mean the kind where you light a fuse that triggers an explosion when it reaches its base, those are very rare and currently the penin jealously keeps them to themselves, along with several other inventions and the resource that makes them special... the name of which annoyingly eludes me. It's pretty much something that replaces the yet-undiscovered gunpowder but is much rarer and more potent, and is dust coming from processed liquid fire. Which brings me to the second interpretation of the word "bomb": something that is thrown and explodes on impact. This is a lot more accessible than the penin's bombs, although the production of and trade with them is still rather restricted and mostly illegal. These would be various containers filled with the aforementioned liquid fire, which is an alchemical compound that is extremely volatile and prone to explode with tremendous force when its container is broken. It's basically a more powerful version of nitroglycerin, except liquid fire will only explode when exposed to the atmosphere, making it marginally safer.
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Yeah, he was an elementalist back then.
I think I would be interested in Gregory knowing something about wind elementalism. I think this would add a bit to his character and would suit his fighting style quite well. He is a man in his mid fourties, so he has had some time to seek out other means of training.
As for the bombs: I was basically talking about the alchemical version. Is there a way to make that liquid fire from natural ingredients or does one need to employ a sorcerer?
Yeah, he's the same character who's lost his other axe, and we can pretend he never had that armor.
There is a couple of things I left out. One, are there bombs? If so, Gregory might carry a few of those around, or at least the individual components. Second, can an elementalist control other parts of the environment, like wind or earth? I'm not saying to an extreme sense, but just a little manipulation?
Anyway, here it is. If I could put it in a hider I would.
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Name: Gregory Maede
Age: 47
Occupation: Mercenary/ former Legionnaire in-training
Race: Human/former member of Catolohne empire
Gender: Male
Appearance:
[Gregory](https://www.flickr.com/photos/37698867@N04/3475115096/in/photostream/ "Gregory")
Gregory has been built by his lifestyle over the past decades. His mind affected his life, and his life affected his body. If he were still in the empire, with all it’s gruff and oppression, he’d be fully clad in armor, probably wield a halberd like his father. But, indeed, that was not to be.
Instead he carries two war axes, and he used to carry a third battle axe, and wears leather armor with metal reinforcements. His hair is shoulder length, greying, and his eyes are a bold brown, mere hues away from his bronze-ish skin tone. He is taller than average at 6’5, and his body is proportionatly muscled with burn scars lining his arms and torso. An offset, broken nose clashes slightly with his handsome brow and eyes; his lips are rugged and chapped. His war axes are of highly tempered steel, tied with red sashes. Iron bandings protect his chest, shins, forearms, and right shoulder. His gloves have attached brass knuckles for use during more personal engagements.
Skills: Gregory has been trained since he was very young, learning how to handle a vast array of weaponry before he was a teenager. His father wanted him to be a Catolohnian hero, the very thought of which would make Gregory chuckle today. He was trained for the battlefield, yet his mentality was vastly different than that. The boy liked stories, mostly Rodorian myths and legends. He was interested in learning, and he loved his mother. But, she was treated like trash, and he was nothing but a tool for his father. Gregory always knew that he didn’t fit in the empire, he knew that his way of thinking, of expression, and kindness, could not mesh with that of the world he lived in. His mother knew that as well. Gregory started showing signs of magical ability during his early adolescence, something which shocked and frightened him, but also provided a beacon of hope. He’d heard the rumors, and he knew that if he had the ability to shape the elements to his whim, mostly fire, there was only one place he could end up. His mother stole him away and had him transported Jevog Denûm, an infamous Catolohnian smuggler paid to provide him safe journey. Traveling with this smuggler, Gregory learned the most important rules of survival on Kirirak, easy ways to start fires and track animals, making traps and improvised weapons.
After reaching the fire clan Gregory trained in the elemental arts for several years, learning as much as he could about his inherit abilities. As it is with most arts, and with the most talented of those who practice them, Gregory hit a wall. There came a time where he could learn nothing else from the clan, and he left. He knew nothing other than fighting and surviving when he finally set foot in Rodoria, so he made a perfect mercenary. He put himself to work finding criminals and protecting dignitaries. Eventually, by using his elemental abilities he was able to earn a name for himself among merc groups, and those who employed them. Here and there, in dark taverns, some people would murmur stupid stories about a Catalohnian expatriate who moved around the battlefield like a blur, fire trailing behind him as he glided past friends and foes; the Tempest, they called him. If you asked him about it now he would say you shouldn’t put too much stock in stories, but the child inside of him reels when he realizes his future recognition.
So we'll be staying? Right then, back to that CS.
Yeah, it looks really great.
Feel free to move your character sheets into the respective section. I'll be updating it with short little bios of important npc's.
Very nice to see some interest. If we get a few more applicants we could see a revival on our hands.
Anyway, love your sig. You should check to see if my other RP interests you at all.
Anyway, love your sig. You should check to see if my other RP interests you at all.
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