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I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

@Kazemitsu@Gobby@King Cosmos@UltraCraftGames@Duoya@Knox@Guy0fV4lor@Tatsu@Rune_Alchemist

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I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

You are reborn.

Water drips. Strange crystals shimmer in clusters upon columns of natural stone. A pool, ice cold and so clear it appears black as one looks down into its depths, springs forth from the ground. Moss creeps here and there, only where the pale fingers of sunlight poke through cracks and crannies. The only unnatural sound is that of a crackling, spitting bonfire. The smell of smoke, trapped by the high, stalactite-covered ceiling, permeates this area and drives away many of the cave’s denizens.

And they are many. Almost too many for such a space, despite that at first glance one would think it to go on forever. Creatures of all shapes and sizes, reptiles and mammals and flying things. Yet to call them beasts would be too simple. They are too varied in form to be classified by the same typologies one would use for nature--they do not follow the same rules in their beings, nor in their interactions. They are...aberrations? Deviations?

Monsters.

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@ReusableSword@Gobby(?)
Different pairs of small, humanoid figures with gossamer wings and brightly colored hair, fluttered in and out of a crevice in the rocky walls. Too narrow for larger creatures to fit, too high for those bound to the earth to reach, and too out of the way for most fliers and climbers to bother with. It made the perfect hiding spot. Yet when each pair had hidden away something wrapped in a small bundle of leaves--yes, small even for a Pixie--they darted away, laughing and giggling. Pixies, after all, are not well known for their parenting skills. They are tiny creatures, so perhaps it is befitting that they are small of character as well. Why bother raising a child? Even giving birth to the thing is laborious and very not-fun. And to a Pixie, if it doesn’t feel good, why bother? So off they went, to do the things they wanted to do without a care in the world for silly notions like consequences, long-term planning, or compassion for their fellows. And the bundle stayed right there in the crevice, at the very least out of the open air. Along one wall, a vein of crystalline blue peeked out of the rock. It pulsed rhythmically, but as the leafy bundle began to stretch and gossamer wings unfolded for the first time, the crystal’s light began to bleed away.

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@Duoya
Hidden under a large rock, an almost equally large Dire Rat--the biggest, meanest looking rat one could imagine covered in fur so black it almost looked blue--shivered as she panted. Her nose dripped with moisture as her breathing grew heavy and ragged. Her distended belly rose and fell as she fought for every gasp. For twenty minutes this went on...and then, finally, her ordeal was over. She lay still for some time. Then she felt six tiny, wriggling bodies pressing against her, and she rolled over to answer their pitiable squeaks. She never questioned any of the whys or hows surrounding these actions. A beast needs only its instincts to survive, after all, and something deep inside told her that creatures who did not reproduce simply ceased to exist. When every day is a struggle simply to live, why bother developing troublesome things like complex thought? But that does not necessarily make one stupid. For she certainly knew, perhaps the most important truth of all, that she did not want her existence--nor that of these little ones--to end. Not even that of the one with patchy, missing fur and red, rough looking skin...

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@Rune_Alchemist@Tatsu
Under a thin layer of dirt, in a hollowed out pit, a clutch of gray spheres about as big as golf balls sat huddled together. Their mother had gone off, likely to find food or a heat source, with little concern for what might happen should the clutch be discovered--they were already fully formed inside the eggs, after all, and all that was left for them to do was grow. Suddenly, all at once, they began to wiggle. Then they began to crack. And soon the shells were splitting apart, their gooey insides dampening the dirt, and the scaly little critters inside immediately realized that they had broken free of a prison only to become exposed, vulnerable, out in the open. Each reptile acting on its own impulse, they began to scatter or lay flat on their bellies, shifting from side to side to toss a layer of camouflage over their scaly hides. For now they would hide, until they recognized the need for a heat source, and got hungry enough to try snapping up some unfortunate beetle or spider. Some might even get lucky enough to sink their fangs into an unwary predator’s foot, and let loose a stream of potent, paralyzing venom into its veins. Then all of them would gorge themselves, even before the creature’s heart had beat its last.

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@Kazemitsu@Guy0fV4lor
A particularly large, rotund ball of moving goop, colored the dark and desaturated green of a dead but not quite withered leaf, slowed its already ponderous roll across a flat rock ledge. This particular Slime had eaten quite well as of late...perhaps too well. The excess mass was not being converted fast enough, and it had nothing to do as of yet with so much. It was time to shed the weight, quite literally. The blob began to undulate, and then with an oddly familiar movement a human would have called “straining,” the Slime’s back end began to swell up. Or rather, its body was beginning to separate. With a wet squelch, a much smaller ball of putty was deposited over the side of the ledge, dropping a few inches onto the next level of the cave floor. But this goo, unlike its spawner, was bright red! The parent Slime had now become a brighter shade of forest green, and its upper edge seemed to wobble in relief. But it still wasn’t quite enough. It inflated for a moment, as if sucking in air, then repeated the process. A much more saturated little blob popped out this time, colored an even more vivid green, but now the parent was back to its original, healthy blue. Warbling incoherently, the Slime began to roll away, leaving its offspring to immediately begin receiving new information through their own independent pseudopods. There was a surface under them, hard and cold, and it was not food. But tiny particles on the cold, hard surface, told them that food would be in a certain direction…

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@UltraCraftGames
A sphere of glowing pink light, feather soft around its edges and leaving a trail of shimmering ozone, rose up through the darkness of the cave's far corners. It wobbled, rising and dipping in its flight like a drunkard, before it finally came to roost on a rocky outcrop. It pulsed once, twice...then, much like a sneeze, it gave a sudden movement that propelled it backwards against the rock. This fit dislodged a much smaller light, almost like a dustmote, of pale blue. With a sound like a tinkling bell, the yellow light nudged the blue in a familiar fashion. Then it darted off before stopping again some distance away, and despite its lack of a face it evidently turned to look back. Again it chimed, bobbing up and down, as the smaller light began to drift on its own...

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@Knox@Renny
The Goblin infants opened blurry eyes for the first time. Strange, guttural voices spoke in a language they could not comprehend. But a few of those tiny minds were not those of infants, and though at first the sounds didn’t match up with the movements of the mouth, soon the souls within the tiny bodies began to comprehend the new words as they once had their old speech.

“More boys, boss.” said a green figure with odd, bright red markings. Were they scars, or tattoos? As the infants blinked, the adult goblin came into focus. A dirty hand with long yellow nails loomed over the babies, a wriggling grubworm dangling between his fingers. Then, with a pop, the first of the infants found his first “bottle” being poured down his throat.

“Good! Tell my womens to make ‘em strong! When they gets a little bigger, put ‘em to work!” The second voice came from another creature of some kind. Bigger than a Goblin, covered in thick black fur, arms rippling with muscle, he sauntered away without a second glance at his offspring.

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It has been one week since your new life began. Or at least, that’s what you believe based on what natural light you see here in the cavern and the apparent sleep cycles of other creatures you’ve observed. For some of you the first few moments were as if coming out of a deep sleep. Groggily, you acted on auto-pilot until those first few primal needs were met, but now you have truly awakened to your predicament. Some of you had to grow a bit before you could really accomplish anything. Some of you had to find a place to hide, or a source of easy food and water, before you could relax and really begin to examine your surroundings. But now you think you’ve got the hang of it. You’re probably not fully grown yet, but all of these creatures are the type of lower life forms that live fast and die faster, so your maturation rate matches that pace. And now, with an understanding of what you are...it seems like it’s the right time to figure out where you are, and where you’re going from here…

Of immediate note in your surroundings are four things: The strange blue crystals, which pop up here and there in clusters among the rocks or catch the eye every so often from veins within the walls; the pool of water and the odd green herbs growing so thickly around it despite the lack of light; the small, distant light that seems to be the exit; and finally, the large bonfire around which you see the shadows of a few goblins...

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

You died.

The crystal clear memory, the moment of your death, burns at the back of your vision in exquisite detail. In this image, time freezes and every minutia stands out for you to ponder at your leisure. Behind it, the rest of your memories stretch into infinity like an endless hall of mirrors. Somehow you know you will never forget any of it. Moments of bliss and despair, weakness and triumph alike, engraved into eternity.

It would seem that you are alone, in this “eternity.” Endless white stretches out in every direction. Yet you feel claustrophobic, as if sealed in a box waiting to be opened. You stand upon a floor, but to look down reveals no shadow nor footprint. You are not sure if the pristine, featureless expanse is light, or void. You have a body, but your eyes, nose, and every nerve may as well be nonexistent for all the perception they provide.

But your ears hear a voice.

“This one’ll do, too.”

In white, there is now black, and with this disparity comes a return to sensation, to feeling. The gaping tear in reality, onyx flesh rent by necrotic claws, admits a man into your presence. His steps ripple upon the floor like water and bring with them undulating shadows. His red cloak's tattered hem reminds you of billowing flames. You can’t decide if his dark clothing is that of the plain layman, or that of the pragmatic general. His hair is blacker than ink, finer than silk, and his features might be considered handsome. But the red eyes and knowing grin are too unsettling. Shadows dance behind him, trailing like smoke. Are they the heads of many dragons, or some other beasts? Is it the phantasmal image of some hundred-armed figure, bearing weapons of destruction? You cannot be certain.

“Greetings, mortal soul.” He sweeps one hand out, throwing the cloak over one shoulder. “I’ll try to make this quick.” Now both of his hands extend, and beneath you the floor presents an image...an entire world laid out before you. A world that is not your own.

“Your world has quite the imagination, so perhaps you’ve heard this one before. An everyday, run of the mill, average soul is swept off their feet by a sudden, glowing circle of runes! Or a portal that appears out of thin air! Or, like now, they are plucked from death’s door. It doesn’t matter, as the end result is the same." He chuckles, and the infinite expanse ripples.

"You’re now a Chosen Hero, and you’ve fallen into a brand new world. Magic is real and brave knights wield magical blades against the forces of evil! You might become an adventurer! You could explore vast dungeons, discover ancient treasures! You might even get your own personal harem of romantic interests, or slay a Demon King!”

The salesman’s smile he wears now twists into a cold, seething rage with a mouth set in stony resolve. His fangs gleam white in a mad grin. With a thunderclap from his hands, the world below you disappears. The void around you goes pitch black. Somehow, he is still visible.

“But that’s not how it’s going to go! You see, I am the aforementioned Demon King. And this time, I’m summoning my own Damned Heroes!”

Something closes in on you; the claustrophobia before is now full blown restraint. The “Demon King” folds one leg over the other and either floats back, or sits on some unseen throne.

“Unfortunately, my followers don’t put much stock in “prophecy,” “blessings,” or “talent." And I find the idea of "cheats" to be overdone. You have to start at the bottom rung like everyone else, and claw your way up...over a mountain of corpses, if need be. Yet, I will allow you one boon: You may choose, from a handful of options, how your new life will begin. In both of our worlds, no one ever gets to choose the circumstances of their birth, right? So in a way, maybe I’m giving you the best deal of all…

Then again, all of your choices are pretty shitty.”

He shrugs, and the shell around you closes completely. You can no longer see anything, yet your other senses begin to stir. And you can still hear his voice, though it comes now from within you.

"Despite all that, in all your world's tales the Heroes are quite savvy. No matter their nature or abilities, they always seem to find a way. Yes...a way to completely, utterly BREAK whatever hackneyed system the gods design!" You can hear him cackle with glee. Then you hear an odd, almost digital sound right next to your ears. Images, each displaying a creature out of a story-book, appear before you.

"Choose among these weak and pitiful creatures. As you grow in power and experience, you will transform into something greater. Some have more options, and others may overlap. In the end it is reliant on you as an individual. Even if two of you become the same type of creature down the line, I doubt your abilities will be exactly the same." Strings of an unknown language appear below the images, and before your eyes they begin to make sense.

"As former Humans, your "intelligence" and "wisdom" will far surpass many “normal” monsters. Feel free to use your memories and knowledge to your advantage. Just beware of thinking you’re a big fish when the pond is merely small." With no other option, and with the closed in feeling growing stronger, you make your choice.

"Now, off with you! If you want more than a snowball’s chance in Hell of surviving the world outside your cave, defeat the Boss Monster! Use violence, subterfuge, even negotiation, I don’t give a damn! After that, make your way to my Palace...those who survive will be rewarded! Maybe I’ll even send you back home…" The shell emits a sharp crack. You see light.

You are reborn.

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As you may guess, this is a Fantasy, Anime style RP in the growing “isekai” or “other world” genre. The characters were once normal people on our version of Earth, like you and me. After their deaths, they reincarnate as monsters under a mysterious King of Demons. It's like series like Re:Monster, That Time I Reincarnated as a Slime, I'm a Spider, So What, and a few others. There’s also noticeable influence from monster raising games like Monster Rancher, Pokemon, etc.

Though there might be references to terms like “stats,” “experience,” and so forth, there won’t be any dice rolling or number crunching. If the “stats” are revealed, they’re vague comparisons meant to show an Ogre is stronger than a Troll or something like that. They aren’t the end-all-be-all of combat.

Players will choose one of six monsters types to be when they are reborn, unless I'm convinced to add more. If you want to suggest a new type, remember you're all supposed to be weaklings. Start with the kind of mooks an RPG would have at Level 1. Depending on how many players we have, I’d like to have one of each or at least a good variety. The characters will advance by performing all sorts of actions. Fighting is one option, training or learning new skills is another, and then there might be some odd stuff you wouldn’t expect. There are three forms of growth: Skills, Transformation, and Variance. Skills are things like magic spells or proficiency with weapons. They typically improve with practice or personal insight. Transformation is evolution; a Goblin becoming a Hobgoblin and then an Orc, for instance. Variance is the most unique of the three, and is only earned through special instances that will likely become unique to each character. Depending on different characters' backstories, I may grant them a few "carry overs" from their past lives at my discretion.

Here are your choices:

Slime - The Tank of the group. In stat terms, they’d have higher HP and Defense. They have many options for Transformation, and are adaptable to almost any environment. As they grow they might gain shapeshifting abilities or better offense without giving up too much of their specialty. Starting Skill: Physical Damage Resistance I. (A bundle skill applying to all three types, Blunt, Slash, and Pierce)

Dire Rat - The Damage Dealer. It might seem odd, but even though they’re small their speed and strong jaws mean that taking big bites out of an enemy can be very effective, among fellow weaklings. Their Transformations will allow them to branch out into other beast-type monsters. These usually focus on being physically powerful and having sharp senses. Starting Skill: Beast Senses I (A bundle skill applying to all physical senses).

Wisp - The Magic Attacker. A floating orb of magical energy, this monster can fire spells from range and levitate. But it can’t actually “fly” and is very weak up close. As it Transforms it will grow more powerful magically, and may gain various elemental affinities. And of course it won’t stay a featureless glowing puffball forever. Starting Skills: Mana Orb I, Lesser Force I, Levitation.

Goblin - The Jack of All Trades. The long eared, big nosed, green skinned and child-sized peon we’ve all come to love. Goblins aren’t especially strong at anything, but they’re well-balanced. They are the first monster that can use tools, limited to simple things like sharpened sticks. As they Transform they can specialize more, but it'll be hard to match up against creatures with natural specialties. Starting Skill: Use Light Equipment.

Fanged Lizard - The Status Effecter. Physically not much, but a single bite has the chance to paralyze any enemy, even stronger ones. It can also spit poison to wear an enemy down over time. It has fewer Transformations than some of the others. Yet each one offers distinct advantages and may hint to some interesting possibilities…Starting Skills: Stun Fang I, Poison Spit I.

Pixie - The Healer. Like the Wisp, this tiny winged humanoid is magically focused. Though weak, its healing and defensive spells (one of each) allow it to work very effectively as part of a group. As it Transforms it may become more independent with magical offense or different elements. Starting Skills: Minor Heal I, Lesser Flight I, Shield I.

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And here’s a rough draft of the character sheet, complete with an example:

Code CS

[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Theme:[/b]

[b]Gender:[/b]

[b]Species:[/b]

[b]Appearance:[/b]

[b]Goals:[/b]

[b]Past Life:[/b]

[b]Abilities:[/b]

[b]Transformations:[/b]

[b]Inventory:[/b]

In-Depth CS

Name:

Theme:

(I feel like theme songs can help solidify the central idea of a character. But honestly this one’s optional.)

Gender:

(As fun as genderswap shenanigans can be, I’d rather they stick to whatever they were in their past life. Unless there’s a better reason for it than “isn’t this so comically inconvenient, lol?” or snowflake-isms)

Species:

Appearance:

(I’ll go into more detail on how the different monster species look, but any special physical traits--perhaps carried over from a past life--will be described here. For instance, maybe your Goblin has a more square jaw than most or beautiful blue eyes instead of piss-yellow ones. Maybe your Dire Rat’s fur has features of a certain hair style, or your Fanged Lizard has a tattoo that persists through all your forms. As time goes on you might add things like clothing or armor too. It may be difficult to find pictures for this, but feel free to use them if you can.)

Goals:

(Are you going to find a way back home? Just try to survive? Obey the Demon King? Go off on a tangent and try to experience this new world for yourself? These help flesh the character out, but they also allow me to build up more relevant story events or come up with interesting “quest” lines.)

Past Life:

(Give us a sense of their personality and backstory before they were reincarnated, but be aware that this will carry over into how they’re played. Don’t make them some kind of genius modern renaissance man who knows how to build firearms from scratch and program computers and is a black belt in several martial arts, but if you want them to have certain skillsets or knowledge they could carry over that’s fine. I might even grant them a few bonus abilities off the bat, depending on how well-fleshed out they are. That said, I don’t need an entire life-long biography.)

Abilities:

(Any Skills, Variances, or other traits you develop will be listed here. During the process of approving character applications I’ll let you know what they would have and you can add it during the final draft. You’ll also want to periodically update this as the RP goes on. The format will be Name - Description - History, with history simply being how it was earned (transformed, learned by doing X thing, learned from a book, etc.)

Transformations:

(This will be a record of what forms you’ve taken over the course of the RP. At first there won’t be anything here, but it’s just preparation for the future. The format will be First Species > Next Species > And so on.)

Inventory:

(Items like Weapons, Tools, Potions, etc that you’ll gather over time. There will be rules for which monsters can and can’t use certain types of items, but there will be a few things everyone can make use of...and with some ingenuity, maybe you can get around some of those equipment limits...The format will be a simple Name - Description.)

Example CS

Name: Bob

Theme:

Bob the Builder’s Theme Song

Gender:

Male

Species:

Orc

Appearance:

Bob has a blank, incredibly plain and round face. His beady eyes have no light in them, as if his soul has been swallowed up by some foreign emotion we cannot begin to comprehend. His nose is bulbous and round, like a green tomato hanging from the vine, but it never seems to wobble--indeed, it seems like Bob doesn’t breathe at all, as if he lacks the basic drive of life inherent in all other creatures. His mouth, small and barely hanging onto his face to spite his lack of a chin, is eternally frozen in an ever so slight smile. But anyone who sees him knows that Bob has nothing to smile about, and even if he did, he could not truly smile--for Bob can no longer feel.

Goals:

Bob knows only two things. The first is that he must build. The second is the only answer Bob has ever given to any question he was ever asked: Can he fix it? Yes, he can. These things are the sole purpose for the physical state that passes for Bob’s existence.

Past Life:

Bob was a simple construction worker. Nothing else is known, save that perhaps Bob built many things. Barns. Schools. Homes. Monuments. Towe̴ŗ̀͢ś̢.̢͘ ̷T̡e͞mp̧͘͝l҉̥̦̪̗̭̺͝ͅe҉̲̹͙͜s͚̪̗̰͖̕͘͟.̠̻̗̕ͅ ̸̠̦͚̼̠ͅA̡̛͏̗̺̰̫̩l̵̷̨̳̝͙̠ͅt̩͎̀a̰̩͇̦͢͠r̵̪̻̪͠ͅs̸͙̱̬̫̝.͝͏̰͚̪͖͙̟ Ṱ͓̹̲̮̀̕̕ḫ̸̹̻̣̼̖͓̭̱͕̲̯̻̹͟͢͝e̵̼̳̬̠̕͠ͅͅͅ ͘҉̲̤̗̜̫̗̜̘̺G̴̫͕͔̜͓̫̭͙̬͓̝͍̘̥͈̰͇̻͘͜͡a̷͏̪̮͔̜̳͓̙̦͇̺͝͝t̤͚̥̘͇̯̞͇̘̦͟e̴̼͕̜͖̻̲̹̥͔̗̲w̛͢͏̦̰̩͉͙̯̱͙̯͈̪̤̫̘̺͘a͏̶̵͍͍̗̲̗͍͓̘̥̥̠̹̺͉͚ͅỳ̨̞̺̖̫́͞͝s̸̶̗̗̺̞̬̻…̕̕͠͏͍̱͖͕͉̼̱̬̠̱̬̺͢ͅ

But nothing else is known. Nothing else is needed. Not even how he Ą͎͖̰̲̣̦͓̣͍͓͙͕̦̺ͭ̌̓Ŝ̸̷̜̹̦̟̺͕͎̪̲͈̯̟͓̰͎̩̟̈́͊ͫ̑̍́̀͝C̤̰̼̩̩̹̾̒̋̀͋͂̊͝E̳̦̩̼̰͔̠͉̯̙̘̘̗̱ͨ̈́ͥͮ͒̊ͫ͗̓̓ͫ̆͑͗ͯ̎̃͜N̸̛̛͈͍̳̮̘̼̯̘͚̮͚ͩͫ̽̑̈ͨ̇̿͟D̳̖̝̳̝̭̣ͣͮͥͫ͜Ḛ̢̠̥̬͎̱̩̞͖̞͈̥͇̪̫͈̯ͤ̈́ͯ̌ͯ̾̌̄̿̅̓̀͡D̶̞̮͈̲͇̠͉̮̫̞̗͎͉̳͍̒̉̾ͥ̌ͭ̽͘ died. Even in this new world, Bob must continue to build.

Abilities:

• Light Equipment - The use of small tools, and lighter forms of armor, weaponry, and other items. Skill granted by birth as a Goblin.
• Dextrous I - Your limbs are either delicate or skilled enough that you can manipulate objects very precisely. With different levels of Equipment, you can more effectively craft tools or even technology. Skill granted by Transformation into a Gremlin.
• Medium Equipment - The use of medium sized tools, and most forms of weaponry, armor, and other items. Skill granted by Transformation into an Orc.
• Job System - As a more sophisticated being, either your body or mind has developed enough to learn numerous skills even without transformation. Skill granted by Transformation into an Orc. Current Jobs Unlocked: 0th Tier.
• Job: Carpenter I - A learned ability to be more proficient with various types of crafting, and to build larger structures. Somehow compared to others, the stuff you build is just better. Skill granted by application and practice of craft.
• V͈̳̪͍a̰̬͙̬̝r͍̩͚i̝a̬͜n͏̻̣͍͚͖̮c̯̲̫̗͢e͇̟̥͕:̹́ ̖̯͚T͎̼̭̰̣̟͜o̟̠úc̳͖͙he̲͖̞͇̖d̹̦̞ ͍ͅb̛͚͈̳͎̬͉̝y̸̭͕ ̡̤͎̼̪̱̫t̻͢ẖ̢e̩͓̱̻̞̗͉͢ ̵̯O͖̝͖͙͔͞l̺͎̕d̠͉͚͖͟ ̢̘̞̻G̮͈̼͖̣̳̮o҉d͞s̰̺ ͓͝-̸͙͓̘̪̬̫̤ ̨̮̙͕̥͖Y̻͎͇̞̮̞̖o̸͇̯̻̰̬͖u͍̭͉r͔͖̰̼̮͟ ̛o̶͓̲̭̝͔f̼̞̼͇̠͕f͙̫̻̀e̢͇̠͍̳͕r̪i͉̟͔͇͕̤̬n͉͖͔͍͔͕͈̕g̮ h̘͓͇͕̗͢a̢͎̳͇̬͇s͚ ͖̯͓͍̪̰p̞̼l̷͙̝ḛ̪̘͕̖̠a̻̰s̭̥̗̫̭̭̀e̱̹̬͓̦̹͠ͅd̵͖̟͖ ̵̙̘̞̻̥̝̫T̳̠̤̳̫h͎̫e̛̗̝m̼̖̫̼̬͘,̷̯̼ ͖̼͙͙̙̫͓͞a̸̤͎͍͚͕͚n̲̥̘͓̰̮̳d T̛̲̰̩͎͉͎h͎͖͕̲̞͙̖͝e̗̜͝y̸̗̖̱̙̤ ҉̰͙̺̰̙ͅh͉̙̙̯̩̥̮a̹̺͕̳v̪̦͈̫̫̼͉è̪̗̮ ̨s̶̖͉͎̹̘̞͎p̳̼͍͙̣ͅo̧̖̫̼̳̹k̢e̠n̬̮̗ ̹t̡̜̳̖̯͎̖ͅo ̢͇̗͚̻yo̼͈̳̤͉̩̭u̖̬͖̕.҉͇̬͔͈ ̵̘̗̺ͅS̴̺k̵̦̰̦̝̤̼i̠͎̣̮͕l̵͕̤͇ḷ̲ ̬͙̝̻͉̫g̩̹̪͚͚͘r͇̩̻̤͇̩a̙̜n̨̖̯̤tè̗͈̱ͅd̬̀ ̱̼̬͍̳̠̗̀b͕͡y̷͈͍̰̘̝̥̘ t̷h͕͞e̛͔̤ ̴p͟e͈̝͈r̶̙̼̤̲̣ș͡o̞͟n҉͈a̹̭̥̝̹̖̼l̸̩̻̟̯͙̟ ̥̼̺͙̱̝̹f̶̻͔͔̪̦a̗͓̥̦̪ͅv̵͈͕̜̖o̘̭̯͙̫r̶̝͕ ̶̭̤ọ̘̭͓̝͚́f̡̼͚̠͓̥̬ Y̋ͦ͒҉̲͍̦̟̘̳O̎ͤ̋̈́͏̞̫̺̦͓̫ͅG̛̙͙̮̹͚̪̈́̌̽ͯ̄ͅ-̢̮̫̮̬̹̰̘͕̮͋͌̈́S̵̯̜̖̳̺̊ͣͅO̱͙̥̙̱̮̫̿͟T͈̘̖͕͔͖̘ͣ̊̉̒̈̄̚̚H͊ͧ̓͞͏̧̙͚̣̘O̧ͧͤ̈́ͬ͌҉̶͍̘̯̲̙T͊ͩ͂̾͌҉̶̛̮͍̫̥͎͖̫̩Ḣ̴͕͙͚̥̟̟̦̝̋ͧͪ͟.
• Eldritch Orb I - A burst of chaotic energies fired from the hand, which will cause random elemental magical damage and may also produce a random effect on the target. Skill granted by V͈̳̪͍a̰̬͙̬̝r͍̩͚i̝a̬͜n͏̻̣͍͚͖̮c̯̲̫̗͢e͇̟̥͕:̹́ ̖̯͚T͎̼̭̰̣̟͜o̟̠úc̳͖͙he̲͖̞͇̖d̹̦̞ ͍ͅb̛͚͈̳͎̬͉̝y̸̭͕ ̡̤͎̼̪̱̫t̻͢ẖ̢e̩͓̱̻̞̗͉͢ ̵̯O͖̝͖͙͔͞l̺͎̕d̠͉͚͖͟ ̢̘̞̻G̮͈̼͖̣̳̮o҉d͞s̰̺.

Transformations:

Goblin > Gremlin > Orc

Inventory:

• Bob’s War Hammer: A sturdy wooden shaft topped with a steel hammer head; an excellent weapon, an even better tool. Bob built it himself.
• Building Supplies: A kit including rope, nails, measuring tools, and a few other things a Carpenter would find handy. Bob took it from the burned out husk of the last town he visited.
• T̯h͓̲e̬̱̠̺̪ ̭̹͖̥Ḱ̤͔͔͈̳ͅey̨̜̠̩ ̸̼͉̖͚̗̦̼t͉̤͈͕͔̬̼o ̵̲̠͕͍͈̝͙t̵̻̠̭͕̗͍h͍̘͕͓̤̦̫e͈̘̺ͅ ͈͈͕͞O͇͍̪̙̱u̵̦̮t̰̩̪͜e̵̠̩̙̼ŗ̩̥ ̞̘̼G̘͍̖̱a͚̝̫͕̗̖̞͠ţ̼ȩ͙s:̮͔̥͉̺̗̘͜ ̛̱̤̗̙̫A̳͙͈̤̦̙͔ ̯̗̟̤̰̕s͉p̴̖͓͎̝̝è̙̘ͅc̛i͈̣̘̻a̮̟̳̙̥l ̼̩̲̮͓̱̦͡į̰̪͕̘te̷̻̥m̠̟͟ ̨̟̻̟͍̣͔p͕̪͔̬e̱̟r̙̰̹̞s͎͚o̻̫͚͚̱̫̟n̠̠a̯̥̤͟l̨̗̫͇l̝͇͈͔͟y̮̱̥̮̫ͅ ̡͍͔͔͚̖͈b̤͞u̫i̡ḽ̵͚̞̥̣͎t͜ ̛͙͙͍b҉ͅy̻͇̩̱̱͚͇ ͓̲̪̻̱͎B͏͙o͈͙͉b͔͚ͅ ̼̮̳t͉̹̩͎̕h̪a̫̬͚t͎͓̺͉̯̼ ̧̳̠̬͓̤̪a͔̺̟l̰̝͠l̛o̙͖w͞s̞̜̰̯̦͖͍ ̢̱o̮̕n̸͔̗͚͇ͅe̲̩ ̯̦̙̖̖̮̲t̡͔̻͍̖͇̮̫o̠ ҉̳̟̭a̞̹͘c̼͇̻̮̣̰͉çe̬̟̟͕̜̱s̳̯̖̠̝s͕̰̝ͅ ̝th̫̣͚̦e̺̬̣̜͍̰ ͍̲̼G̥̬a͔t̙́e̩̜̣̤͚̺w͏̲a̤͓y̡̫̩̦̭̭͎̺s͇̤ ̞̯͉h̭̗͢e̪͖̞ ̵̤̘̬̣b͎u̻̪̻̬̪i̱͢l͉t͏ ̘̠̪̩͝f͈̤̻̳̘o͖͖̟̣͇̗r҉̱͙ ̹̮̱͉̼t͕h̗̦͓͍͈̗e̪̜͍̮̙͝ ̤͖͎̲͢g̳̠̺̯͙̬̳l̺͎̪̞o̫̰̣̙̗͓̮r͏̳͔̜̼̘̭ͅy̼ ̤͙ọ̗͖f͙͉̣̣́ ͞h̨̰̱̘͕̞i̯̥̩̮ͅș̺̳ͅ ͏̤͈͚m̸̦͎̱͔̼̱̼a͉ṣ̼t͓͚é͍̺̫͚̪̺̥r̼̗̬s҉͖̻̭͉͇̱̳…̢̩̮̪

NOTE: Bob’s character sheet is partially satire. The RP isn’t actually intended to be super-goofy, overly comedic, or lovecraftian horror. Thank you for your understanding.

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This post may be edited at a later date if new information or changes to the rules/premise become available.

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@Rune_Alchemist
Excellent work! It won't change how you've chosen to describe her, but for those who want a more specific picture of a Fanged Lizard, imagine a Gila Monster in various differing colors, maybe a frill or two, and then two big sabertooth style fangs. Unless you think whatever you had in mind was cooler, so long as it's a lizard that would be considered unusually big by our standards and has fangs.

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@Guy0fV4lor@Kazemitsu
Aside from adding a bit more detail or fleshing things out here and there, both of these are fine so far. There's just one suggestion I'd make, though it's not unique to the two of you.

Just remember, everyone, I'd prefer the Past Lives not be a bunch of Modern Renaissance Men/Women. Having hobbies is one thing but no normal human being could be a genius chemist AND a pro athlete AND a skilled mechanic AND an expert fencer or marksman all at once.

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@Knox
Buffs and debuffs right now are kind of split between Pixies and Fanged Lizards, although the status effects aren't debuffs in the sense of the word that I tend to use. Pixies have the Shield spell that buffs an ally's defense. But debuffs like slowing down an enemy, or making them weaker, or causing their magic to be less effective, don't really seem like the kind of things you'd expect from an insectoid monster.

The biggest problem I feel insect monsters would have, though, is that right now it's hard to see a niche for them. We have a Tank, a Healer, a DPS, a Status Effecter, a Magic Attacker, and a Jack of All Trades. Not really sure what insects could do that would really give them a strong, purposeful presence when under the control of a Player.

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@Gobby
Yep, that'd certainly be one way to go about it!

@Rune_Alchemist
Sure. Doing alchemy might be a bit difficult without actual hands to hold ingredients, but just about every creature can get those at some point. As already mentioned, the Kobold is one of the early options for the lizards and there will be others also capable of using tools/equipment/etc.

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@Guy0fV4lor
Honestly no idea, as my charts only go so far right now and are only loose guidelines. Because illithids are usually magical, Wisps and Pixies might work. Because they're slimy squid faced abominations, maybe slimes could work. Because they're weird magical mutant things in some settings, maybe even a Goblin could eventually turn into one.

Finding out what you turn into is part of the fun! Like I said, don't worry about an optimal path or the most effective stat builds or whatever.

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@Rune_Alchemist
Still plenty of room, welcome aboard UMU!

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@Gobby
Do you mean the specific creature the MC of Re:Monster became? Or do you mean the Asura of Hindu/Buddhist lore? Either way that'd probably be a pretty high tier to work towards. And then after all that your daughter might get kidnapped by your former demigod allies and then you'd have to get so angry you use your six arms to ORA ORA ORA ORA everyone in existence and fight your superbuff old master on the Moon while kickass orchestral music plays.

@King Cosmos
You'll just have to ask me in person...if you can reach my Palace at the ends of the world. Heroes always have to go on a journey, after all...

@UltraCraftGames
Oh cool I might take some ideas from this, thanks!

@Guy0fV4lor
Possibly, though I believe mind flayers are considered pretty threatening in most appearances. So it might take a while to work up to them.

@Duoya
Looks great! I like the subtle implications that there may be something wrong deeper beneath the surface of his mentality. When I get the IC topic up he can go in the Character tab too.