Post by Eggiwegs on Aug 12, 2010 9:50:02 GMT
----Character Biography----[/u][/i]
Name:
Loci
Race
A natural god, though was once Burmecian (Treated as Lucavi).
Age:
He stopped counting a long time ago.
Gender:
Androgynous, though identifies masculine.
Profession:
Former avatar of the Yellow God, Lobsel Vith (Pestilence).
Class
Knight
Species Skill
"Demonic" Blood: "Lucavi" start off with a single level 2 ability or magic spell. Rather than the normal level 1.
Organisation:
Gaia itself, or least “a Gaia”… though it can be assumed that he is generally just out for himself, being a walking virus and all.
Alignment
Naturally neutral, though is routinely chaotic and by many standards, downright evil.
Home Continent:
Lindblum, where he washed ashore.
Personality:
Imagine if you will, that you were once a part of a god, the most powerful entity existing on a mortal plane. Then one dreary day, you suddenly find yourself cut off from that god, in a world so strikingly similar to your own yet peculiarly different. Like an absurd parody come to life, mocking everything that was once you and yours. Now, you only have an ounce of your once unlimited power, in a place filled with creatures and entities that currently out weigh you in prowess. Think then, on all this, and ask yourself how would you feel? Downright perturbed, of course!
Loci is a smarmy, tactless, smug, and ego driven entity the likes of which only a being of immortal power could ever become. He loathes you, everything about you, especially your smell; and if he could, he’d strike you down just for being the lowly pest that you are – what else are lesser being for? Would you so much as bat an eye for squashing a bug? This is what you are to Loci, a bug. Of course, nowadays, he must bite his tongue much to his chagrin for fear of angering something that could do much the same to him as he could of done to you back in his own realm. The mortal life is a hard lot and Loci is having problems adjusting.
Though, all this power he once possessed did give him with some redeeming qualities; to amuse himself through out the centuries, he developed a rather interesting sense of black humor and self-imposed task of balancing. With the ability to summon objects at will, pop in and out of places with no more then a thought or snap of his fingers, or cause a world-wide pandemic that wiped out thirty percent of the population, he was known as the bane and nuisance of all the do-gooders or nefarious types that foolishly believed they could change the world or affix themselves a new lot in life. He kept a morbid balance in the world he left, adhering himself to one side then quickly switching or betraying them if they grew to powerful. This left many to assume he’s a coward with no convictions, and in this idea, they would be wrong. He’s not a coward per say, but rather out for himself or what was best for the planet – most of the time.
Appearance:
He is much like a Burmecian, with perhaps a little Guado mixed in or some other unusual race like that. He stands at 7’1”, a slim and towering figure of pale stature and fair white fur. Hints of illness and blight spot his fur, like mange, its thin spots and the flesh below shines grey and sickly. His eyes exude a odd aura, their infected yellow ting is known to make people uneasy to look upon, like staring into the eyes of pestilence eaten man activating a deeply seated defensive mechanism in all living creatures. His hair is long and black, outlining his sharp facial structure like a knife from a dark hallway. His body itself exhibits a number of unusual characteristics and if not for its unnatural healing abilities would seem to be corpse like, Loci feeling no pain and able to mutilate himself to the extend of limb and organ removal. He's been known to do these grotesque actions to illicit reactions and unnerve others.
He dons a Lein-croich, a kilt like garment that extends just below mid calf and is of an odd blue and green hue. His chest is protected in a Lorica segmentata breastplate made of fine Adamant though he will routinely go about without it donned unless expecting a fight. He, at one time, enjoyed provoking people to attack him and bear witness to the freakish nature of his body. Most people aren't willing to continue attacking something that can disembowel itself and then break into a song and dance number.
Equipment:
Before he found himself here, he happened to have given away his weapons to the ones who were to take down the cult that existed in his name. They were weapons crafted by the Celestials themselves and given to him as a gift during the war against the demon-lord Nae’bils an aeon ago. These weapons were unlike any that existed on the mortal realm, legendary in their power. Now he has only one piece of the three, finding it washed ashore along with himself.
-Weapons-
Loci’s Jitte: A 61 centimeter long blunt weapon with a slight bladed edge near the tip, incorporating a single pronge tine that extends out from just above the handle and up towards the tip. Useful for catching opponents blades or the opponents themselves. The weapon, due to missing its twin is only at half-power until Loci can construct or find the other half.
Other: Sharp claws and teeth, perfect to slice, dice, and clomp foes. Advised not to be bitten by him due significant chance of contracting rabies, hepatitis A & B, herpes, meningitis, staph and the flu.
-Items-
Plushie: Loci carries with him a toy from his childhood, found in the remains of his family home. It’s a ratty, stained, and horribly frayed stuffed toy made in the likeness of some sort of small mammal. It at one time contained his 'Fate Crystal', that has since been removed and now just represents the child he once was.
-Misc-
Conjuring: At the height of his power, Loci was able to conjure an assortment of objects and people from thin air, creating illusionary environments for his own personal amusement. Now, however, he can barely get his favorite drink, a Mon-Tiki, to appear without too much lime {non-combative usage only}.
Food and drink: Loci is unable to consume any food or beverage that he himself has not conjured. Doing so will make him violently ill for a short while. Though he doesn't actually need to eat or drink, any consumption of these items is almost always for effect.
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
Tree:Counter Adaptation:
-Analytical Eyes:
Loci's eyes have an usual and strange aura about them, like a corpse or deathly ill person. The eyes make others feel unease, like they can see straight inside them, coursing through their veins, reading them from the inside out and understanding what they are better then they themselves.
Whenever a character is in a complete thread with Loci, they automatically receive a permanent counter against them that counts as a 1% word count penalty when attacking Loci and Loci receives a 1% word count bonus when attacking that person, this stacks up to 5 times. After 5 counters, Loci is resistant to all status effects cast by the player. {Innate/constant effect/stackable}
Level 2 Slots:
Tree:The Celestial Joke:
-Lingering Law 2:
The never ending struggle of the guardians of old and the power bestowed upon them by the Celestials on high was intended to create harmony, instead it created chaos. Stripped of that power as punishment, their laws still linger, mocking what the 'Angels' once were.
Loci cannot experience true death; this also includes Loci being unable to kill himself, and when killed (brought below 0 hp), he will be removed from combat and the thread and cannot be revived. Loci will then respawn after 1 week real time. During this time, he may not receive experience from any event, contest or thread started from the time of his death to his reemergence. He may not also spend exp points earned previously during this time and is in essence frozen. Upon respawn he loses half of the experience from the thread of his death. Inversely, Loci cannot also kill another player character unless sanctioned by the player character for storyline purposes. If a player character is dropped to 0 hp or below due to an attack from Loci, they are instead dropped to .1 Hp and rendered ‘incapacitated’, if they are not healed by the following post from any individual player character, they will then be removed from combat till the combat phase ends and left in a life-threatening but alive state. {Innate/trait}
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
- Bio
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
Experience
[Leave as blank]
History:
Loci’s history stretches for hundreds of years, being a major player in all of Gaia’s substantial events during his existence. He himself has helped shape the course of history, playing sides against one another, meddling in foreign affairs and causing significant bedlam throughout the years. This however, was in his own world. The Gaia he finds himself in now is but a hauntingly familiar yet starkly different place then the one he calls his home. Here, in this backwards reality, he finds familiar places like ghosts of ages long come and gone.
In his personal history, the creation of Loci steamed from a small sickly Burmecian child. The son of a merchant family in Burmecia long before the Brahne war ravaged the city. From his first minutes, his life was marked with strife, nearly killing his mother and leaving him in a weakened state making him susceptible to illness throughout his childhood, causing him to be miserable and bed ridden many of his days. On the few days where the sicknesses would subside, he begged to go into the fields and play, wandering as far as his weakened body would carry him. These ventures into the countryside turned disastrous one afternoon following the late morning showers when his illness relapsed and he collapsed. Near death, a disease ravaging his blighted body, a blackness came over him, an entity. It offered him the chance at life in exchange for sharing of the body, a symbiotic type of relationship. Thence forth, the communion between the entity and the child grew till the creature Loci blossomed.
The rest of his history is a long and drawn out tale of deceit, angels and demons, wars, pestilence, feuds, cults, conspiracies, and experiments. All of which can be read in Loci’s book: True Story of Gaea’s Gilded Age: An Unabridged History., now available in paperback! How he found himself here though, in this world, is a tale involving a tangled web of lies, and death cult created in Loci's name, the reunification of his Fate Crystal, revenge, and a portal to the believed Celestial realm. To make a long story short, he attempted to redeem himself only to find himself in another hell. Now a stranger in a strangely familiar land, he seeks a way back.
RP sample:
N/A, just wait for it.
Name:
Loci
Race
A natural god, though was once Burmecian (Treated as Lucavi).
Age:
He stopped counting a long time ago.
Gender:
Androgynous, though identifies masculine.
Profession:
Former avatar of the Yellow God, Lobsel Vith (Pestilence).
Class
Knight
Species Skill
"Demonic" Blood: "Lucavi" start off with a single level 2 ability or magic spell. Rather than the normal level 1.
Organisation:
Gaia itself, or least “a Gaia”… though it can be assumed that he is generally just out for himself, being a walking virus and all.
Alignment
Naturally neutral, though is routinely chaotic and by many standards, downright evil.
Home Continent:
Lindblum, where he washed ashore.
Personality:
Imagine if you will, that you were once a part of a god, the most powerful entity existing on a mortal plane. Then one dreary day, you suddenly find yourself cut off from that god, in a world so strikingly similar to your own yet peculiarly different. Like an absurd parody come to life, mocking everything that was once you and yours. Now, you only have an ounce of your once unlimited power, in a place filled with creatures and entities that currently out weigh you in prowess. Think then, on all this, and ask yourself how would you feel? Downright perturbed, of course!
Loci is a smarmy, tactless, smug, and ego driven entity the likes of which only a being of immortal power could ever become. He loathes you, everything about you, especially your smell; and if he could, he’d strike you down just for being the lowly pest that you are – what else are lesser being for? Would you so much as bat an eye for squashing a bug? This is what you are to Loci, a bug. Of course, nowadays, he must bite his tongue much to his chagrin for fear of angering something that could do much the same to him as he could of done to you back in his own realm. The mortal life is a hard lot and Loci is having problems adjusting.
Though, all this power he once possessed did give him with some redeeming qualities; to amuse himself through out the centuries, he developed a rather interesting sense of black humor and self-imposed task of balancing. With the ability to summon objects at will, pop in and out of places with no more then a thought or snap of his fingers, or cause a world-wide pandemic that wiped out thirty percent of the population, he was known as the bane and nuisance of all the do-gooders or nefarious types that foolishly believed they could change the world or affix themselves a new lot in life. He kept a morbid balance in the world he left, adhering himself to one side then quickly switching or betraying them if they grew to powerful. This left many to assume he’s a coward with no convictions, and in this idea, they would be wrong. He’s not a coward per say, but rather out for himself or what was best for the planet – most of the time.
Appearance:
He is much like a Burmecian, with perhaps a little Guado mixed in or some other unusual race like that. He stands at 7’1”, a slim and towering figure of pale stature and fair white fur. Hints of illness and blight spot his fur, like mange, its thin spots and the flesh below shines grey and sickly. His eyes exude a odd aura, their infected yellow ting is known to make people uneasy to look upon, like staring into the eyes of pestilence eaten man activating a deeply seated defensive mechanism in all living creatures. His hair is long and black, outlining his sharp facial structure like a knife from a dark hallway. His body itself exhibits a number of unusual characteristics and if not for its unnatural healing abilities would seem to be corpse like, Loci feeling no pain and able to mutilate himself to the extend of limb and organ removal. He's been known to do these grotesque actions to illicit reactions and unnerve others.
He dons a Lein-croich, a kilt like garment that extends just below mid calf and is of an odd blue and green hue. His chest is protected in a Lorica segmentata breastplate made of fine Adamant though he will routinely go about without it donned unless expecting a fight. He, at one time, enjoyed provoking people to attack him and bear witness to the freakish nature of his body. Most people aren't willing to continue attacking something that can disembowel itself and then break into a song and dance number.
Equipment:
Before he found himself here, he happened to have given away his weapons to the ones who were to take down the cult that existed in his name. They were weapons crafted by the Celestials themselves and given to him as a gift during the war against the demon-lord Nae’bils an aeon ago. These weapons were unlike any that existed on the mortal realm, legendary in their power. Now he has only one piece of the three, finding it washed ashore along with himself.
-Weapons-
Loci’s Jitte: A 61 centimeter long blunt weapon with a slight bladed edge near the tip, incorporating a single pronge tine that extends out from just above the handle and up towards the tip. Useful for catching opponents blades or the opponents themselves. The weapon, due to missing its twin is only at half-power until Loci can construct or find the other half.
Other: Sharp claws and teeth, perfect to slice, dice, and clomp foes. Advised not to be bitten by him due significant chance of contracting rabies, hepatitis A & B, herpes, meningitis, staph and the flu.
-Items-
Plushie: Loci carries with him a toy from his childhood, found in the remains of his family home. It’s a ratty, stained, and horribly frayed stuffed toy made in the likeness of some sort of small mammal. It at one time contained his 'Fate Crystal', that has since been removed and now just represents the child he once was.
-Misc-
Conjuring: At the height of his power, Loci was able to conjure an assortment of objects and people from thin air, creating illusionary environments for his own personal amusement. Now, however, he can barely get his favorite drink, a Mon-Tiki, to appear without too much lime {non-combative usage only}.
Food and drink: Loci is unable to consume any food or beverage that he himself has not conjured. Doing so will make him violently ill for a short while. Though he doesn't actually need to eat or drink, any consumption of these items is almost always for effect.
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
Tree:Counter Adaptation:
-Analytical Eyes:
Loci's eyes have an usual and strange aura about them, like a corpse or deathly ill person. The eyes make others feel unease, like they can see straight inside them, coursing through their veins, reading them from the inside out and understanding what they are better then they themselves.
Whenever a character is in a complete thread with Loci, they automatically receive a permanent counter against them that counts as a 1% word count penalty when attacking Loci and Loci receives a 1% word count bonus when attacking that person, this stacks up to 5 times. After 5 counters, Loci is resistant to all status effects cast by the player. {Innate/constant effect/stackable}
Level 2 Slots:
Tree:The Celestial Joke:
-Lingering Law 2:
The never ending struggle of the guardians of old and the power bestowed upon them by the Celestials on high was intended to create harmony, instead it created chaos. Stripped of that power as punishment, their laws still linger, mocking what the 'Angels' once were.
Loci cannot experience true death; this also includes Loci being unable to kill himself, and when killed (brought below 0 hp), he will be removed from combat and the thread and cannot be revived. Loci will then respawn after 1 week real time. During this time, he may not receive experience from any event, contest or thread started from the time of his death to his reemergence. He may not also spend exp points earned previously during this time and is in essence frozen. Upon respawn he loses half of the experience from the thread of his death. Inversely, Loci cannot also kill another player character unless sanctioned by the player character for storyline purposes. If a player character is dropped to 0 hp or below due to an attack from Loci, they are instead dropped to .1 Hp and rendered ‘incapacitated’, if they are not healed by the following post from any individual player character, they will then be removed from combat till the combat phase ends and left in a life-threatening but alive state. {Innate/trait}
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
- Bio
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
Experience
[Leave as blank]
History:
Loci’s history stretches for hundreds of years, being a major player in all of Gaia’s substantial events during his existence. He himself has helped shape the course of history, playing sides against one another, meddling in foreign affairs and causing significant bedlam throughout the years. This however, was in his own world. The Gaia he finds himself in now is but a hauntingly familiar yet starkly different place then the one he calls his home. Here, in this backwards reality, he finds familiar places like ghosts of ages long come and gone.
In his personal history, the creation of Loci steamed from a small sickly Burmecian child. The son of a merchant family in Burmecia long before the Brahne war ravaged the city. From his first minutes, his life was marked with strife, nearly killing his mother and leaving him in a weakened state making him susceptible to illness throughout his childhood, causing him to be miserable and bed ridden many of his days. On the few days where the sicknesses would subside, he begged to go into the fields and play, wandering as far as his weakened body would carry him. These ventures into the countryside turned disastrous one afternoon following the late morning showers when his illness relapsed and he collapsed. Near death, a disease ravaging his blighted body, a blackness came over him, an entity. It offered him the chance at life in exchange for sharing of the body, a symbiotic type of relationship. Thence forth, the communion between the entity and the child grew till the creature Loci blossomed.
The rest of his history is a long and drawn out tale of deceit, angels and demons, wars, pestilence, feuds, cults, conspiracies, and experiments. All of which can be read in Loci’s book: True Story of Gaea’s Gilded Age: An Unabridged History., now available in paperback! How he found himself here though, in this world, is a tale involving a tangled web of lies, and death cult created in Loci's name, the reunification of his Fate Crystal, revenge, and a portal to the believed Celestial realm. To make a long story short, he attempted to redeem himself only to find himself in another hell. Now a stranger in a strangely familiar land, he seeks a way back.
RP sample:
N/A, just wait for it.