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(( WOTC Based on your answers to the quiz, your character’s most likely alignment is Neutral Evil. Neutral Evil A neutral evil villain does whatever she can get away with. She is out for herself, pure and simple. She sheds no tears for those she kills, whether for profit, sport, or convenience. She has no love of order and holds no illusion that following laws, traditions, or codes would make her any better or more noble. On the other hand, she doesn’t have the restless nature or love of conflict that a chaotic evil villain has. The criminal who robs and murders to get what she wants is neutral evil. Some neutral evil villains hold up evil as an ideal, committing evil for its own sake. Most often, such villains are devoted to evil deities or secret societies. The common phrase for neutral evil is "true evil." Neutral evil is the most dangerous alignment because it represents pure evil without honor and without variation. --excerpted from the Player’s Handbook, Chapter 6 Keep in mind the alignment suggested by the quiz is just that: a suggestion. It describes your character no better than a 36-question test would describe you. But it’s a good way to start thinking about how your character acts when confronted with issues of alignment. Now that your character has taken the test, make a note of which questions scored in the opposite direction from your overall alignment. These exceptions can tell some interesting tales about your character Are you a good character with a greedy streak? Are you a lawful character who can’t stand the village elders? Don’t just roleplay your alignment -- roleplay your alignment exceptions, too. Few characters perfectly embody their alignment choice. )) ((See: DnD Alignment Quiz))
Caleb Gairaigo · Wed Dec 17, 2008 @ 09:39pm · 0 Comments |
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*You see a tattered piece of paper stuck to the cork with a dagger. A Large black checkmark was sloppily drawn through the middle of the photo shown. It read:Quote: Wanted Pirate Captain Elysia Ambrosine A marked through artist's redition of a grungy-looking woman with long straggly hair and an annoyed expression. Reward 1,200,000 $$ The paper was ripped and looked waterlogged. Completely yellowed by age and weather, it looked as if it had hung there for more than a year.
*An order, neatly pasted to the cork with a failing adhesive hung, peeling from the wall ever slowly over the days. It has an official seal and a signature at the bottom, and was written in an elegant handwriting:
Quote: "This decree hereby charges the Fake Winged Carrier Service with the transport of a parcel of an undisclosed nature. Should anything happen to the parcel, the immediate retrieval of said parcel should be apprehended at once. Failure is not an option. Payment shall be in installments. Half now, Half upon delivery. Details are as follows: Employer: King's Service and Employment Agency. Destination: Port Halcyon. Parcel: Undisclosed. (Written in another handwriting: "Tandice." wink Dimensions: 6x3x3. (feet) Weight: approx 120lbs. Misc: Sedative supplied. Payment: 80,000 $$ (40,000 Recieved upon charge. 40,000 to be paid upon delivery.)" A signature and a seal of approval were inscribed at the bottom of the page...
Caleb Gairaigo · Tue Mar 13, 2007 @ 05:16am · 0 Comments |
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Secluded Meeting with Aliens. |
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Hm, strange night indeed...
After searching around, I stumbled across some transcripts from the Believers, and managed to find this:
5 barton 001919.
Ok, so I went there for Shits and Giggles, and I drop right into a Q&A session between [NPC]alien_mothership and the "Believers" Was wild. "mother" was pretty nice, acted with no hostilites towards the gaians. Though, any information about the Stargate, and 09 were "CONFIDENTIAL"... Eh, no matter... I sat from the tree I was perched in and spied on the meeting. Gaining valuable information indeed. Wonder if I could sell this info to the resistance army, or even perhaps the over-zealous 06 and her Zurg troops. Is mother just leading us all on? Or are these Aliens really here to be friends? Heh... for some reason, I want to see fighting break out, it'd be fun. As it goes now, it seems like it's gonna be all "Hug and kiss and make up, now lets have a jolly christmas." Kinda anti-climatic.
Caleb Gairaigo · Wed Dec 13, 2006 @ 11:38am · 1 Comments |
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(Archive post.) -Details+Background 1.0- (Old.) |
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Brilliant apple red hair is the first thing you notice of the man. It is just long enough to pass over his ears. It is combed out of his face so that his most distinctive quality, his orange, strangely swirled eyes can peer at whatever comes into his focus. His skin is darker than fair, a chestnut color that hinted at long-term sun exposure. A shirt of a medium, spring green hue covers his upper body, hiding an above-average muscular build. It is made of a soft material, cotton or wool. His pants were a little tougher, made of some kind of leather, pigmented a deep, dark, firebrick red. The boots that cover his feet were made up of a similar material, only tougher, and more of a sienna than firebrick. Hanging from his shoulders is a heavy trenchcoat. This is made up of the dark, firebrick red leather on the outside, with a chainmail liner sewn into the inside. Various straps and pockets are sewn into the inside over the chainmail as well. These hold an assortment of items. Magitek maintenance tools, nine inch enchanted straightpins and a bunch of old and new wanted posters, crumpled into balls and stuffed into several pockets. His weapon, a sawed-off modified magitek shotgun fires cartridges of a dozen nine-inch straightpins.
Caleb's pins are enchanted with a Paralykinesis charm, a magickal charm which upon insertion into a body, renders that body motionless by forcing the very spirit of that body into paralysis. This effect is brought on by the gemstones fused to the pinhead of each pin, gems enchanted by a potent Paralykinesis ritual.
Caleb, a bounty hunter, lost his hometown island when he was just a teen to an unknown force's invasion. He was forced to flee his desert island home with his younger sister and older brother or face the same horrible fate that his parents were unlucky to suffer. The invasion, they later guessed was staged to obtain the advanced technologies the isolated island had created, technologies that had mutated the inhabitant's, including the three siblings', human genes slightly. The three stowed away on a ship leaving for a land they had never heard of. The ship voyage didn't go without its share of troubles. Caleb's sister, young and energetic, accidentally fell overboard, and disappeared beneath the sea's icy midnight blue surface.
When they reached the shores of the mainland, the two orphaned youths took to bounty hunting, being proficient with some of the technologies that the land had never seen. By catching small thieves, they got by, and eventually they worked up to the bigger bounty heads as they got older. Using -Magitek-, a technology that melds together magick with machina or machines, they got by fairly easily. Well, until they met the truly powerful races of the world. It was about two years before present day. The guys were arrogant, and they took on a job to take down a formidable member of a race of creatures called vampires. The pay was high, so they went in head-first. They tracked down the target easy enough, no sweat at all. But, the two had never fought a vampire. They had always taken easy jobs against human or elfish thieves. Not knowing the dark was a vampire's element, they tried an ambush in the dead of night. After a relatively short struggle, Caleb was defeated, badly wounded, and his brother couldn't have been any better. His brother then chased the vampire into a nearby room, to duel him one on one, since Caye was too injured to fight. This was the last he saw of his brother. The vampire emerged victorious after a long period of muffled banter and fighting noises. As the creature turned his sights on Caleb, he looked done for. At the last moment, the door to the building was blown in, and a team quickly dispatched the vampire, and rescued Caleb. Caleb's brother wasn't found afterwards. The team was the Fake Wings bounty hunter company. They took the big jobs of the land collectively, instead of working solo. Caleb joined the team, and had been working with them until the present day. They use an old tavern, named after the team; Fake Wings Tavern, as a base of operations. Caleb sometimes works with the rest of the team, but they usually have their own business to tend to, leaving Caleb solo most of the time. He's fine mostly, but still has trouble with some of the big jobs. Currently, he's looking for other hunters in the area that he could recruit to the Fake Wings Company, and join up with as a partner.
Caleb Gairaigo · Sat Nov 11, 2006 @ 12:40pm · 1 Comments |
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Halbury, The morning after. |
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He awoke in the back alley behind the local tavern. He was lying in a dirt clod, his garb, and his apple-red hair was nearly caked with dry, dusty dirt. Squinting at the blue sky, he rubbed the sand out of his eyes with the back of a dirty-gloved hand. He sat up and shook his head violently a few times; a rain of dust flew off his red-head to the ground beneath him. The man groaned after doing so as he brought a hand to hold his forehead. "Must have overdone it last night..." he said to no one but himself as he turned his gaze to the back door of the tavern. It was more than likely the tavern master threw the red-headed man out after the man lost himself in a drunken stupor.
Blinking a few times, he started to draw up the strength to stand up. Groaning, the man climbed to his feet and soon after started searching the alley for his possessions. “Ah, there…” he exclaimed in a weary tone under his breath as his fiery orange eyes locked onto a small crossbow and a sheathed blade thrown pell-mell against the alley wall next to the rubbish bins. He trudged over to the equipment, stumbling as he was still feeling the after-effects of the night before. The man’s dark-brown leather boots kicked up dust clouds as he scuffled about.
He leaned against the wall as he reached down and picked up the gladius, strapping it to the inside of his heavy dark-red trenchcoat that looked more tan than dark-red due to the caked dirt still covering the man’s clothing. He then straightened up, yawning, as he reached for the crossbow. Tying it securely to his back he started to bush the dirt from his attire. A green shirt and dark brown trousers were hidden behind the long coat.
Only the rats looked onward as the man walked out to the main street. He walked along the road checking his pockets to check if he had been robbed of his possessions during the night. Whether his now-penniless state was the work of thieves or his own doing during the previous night’s drunken merriment, he really couldn’t say. Most likely it was the latter, the man thought to himself as he reached the Inn’s front door. He stopped short, realizing his beggar appearance, he dared not enter to greet the patrons who were just awakening with his unpleasant appearance. Instead, the man leaned against the wall just outside the door, under the awning that the upstairs deck created. As long as the man stayed here, he was safe from the ever-merciless rays of the sun.
He was troubled though, as a craving came over him. Though he had found the matches still in his pocket, he had no herb to speak of. In an almost instinctive way, the man scanned the wooden deck beneath his feet. Having no shame, he picked up the cigar butt he found lying there. Lighting it, he inhaled the sweet flavor into his lungs, and let it go with a sigh. Anything to cure that curse of an addiction. As he took another drag from the shrinking cigar butt, Caleb started racking his brain, trying to remember why he had come to this town in the first place...
Caleb Gairaigo · Sat Nov 11, 2006 @ 04:06am · 0 Comments |
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An encounter in the Rikku Kingdom region. |
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A traveler from town to town comes trudging along the road. A masculine frame was this traveler, accented by the garb he wore and the relatively short, unkempt, apple-red hair upon his head. What the man wore, was it a green-hued silken shirt? Was this accompanied by a dark, almost red pair of slacks? These clothes were hard to see, as they were nearly completely hidden from view by a trenchcoat hanging heavily from the figure's shoulders to his ankles. This coat, seemingly commonplace these days, was a deep brown-red color. This was an odd color, but not an unnatural one. Tough dark-hide leather boots grounded this man securely to the dirt beneath him. In the dim moonlight, his skin looked almost black. This man was exotic no doubt, an irregular skin pigment from the normally ice-white tones of most of the women in this era.
This wanderer's eyes were hidden from other gazes by his eyelids, he came to a stop outside a tavern, hands in pockets. Inspecting the exterior, admiring the structure, architecture, and material of that building, the man stood with fiery-orange irises almost glowing in the dim light of the moon. A strong, gloved hand would reach for the front door of the tavern, twisting the handle, and unhinging the latch that kept the large door of the tavern closed to the wind and weather of the outside. Stepping inside, his boots made their presence known against the hard wooden floor of the pub. He closed the door with a thud, and as he walked to the bar, he scanned the interior of its inhabitants. None looked familiar tonight. Caleb shrugged and sat down at a stool at the bar.
Placing a few coins on the bar that he pulled out of the inside of his coat, he ordered a double-shot of whiskey. The coins hit the bar and cried out with the sound of wind chimes. Caleb could immediately feel the eyes of rogues and thieves burning at him. He disregarded it though, if they really wanted his money, they wouldn’t see tomorrow. The man with the apple red hair received his glass filled with his poison. While downing it, the eyes of a pretty young girl caught his. Almost as if it was expected of him, Caleb ordered the girl a drink, and they got to talking.
One thing led to another, and eventually the girl dragged the now intoxicated Caleb outside and to the back of the pub, where they “wouldn’t be disturbed”. Caleb looked into the girl’s eyes, and then realized his mouth was touching hers. He closed his eyes and allowed her tongue into his mouth. It tasted almost sweet, like she had eaten something sugary recently. He then pushed his tongue into the depths of her mouth. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his tongue, as if someone drove a nail through it. He had cut himself… On her teeth!? He pulled back from the girl’s face, and looked at her in a drunken surprise. His own blood was dripping down her chin, and she gave him an almost animalistic stare. It was a stare of wanting, a stare of longing. She lunged forward and knocked Caleb off his feet. Caleb was now thoroughly sure this wasn’t right, and struggled against abnormal strength against the young vampire.
He was pinned, and he could feel her cold breath on his neck. Caleb began panicking. He strained to remember his enchantment that he hardly ever used… “The pillar of the sun!” he screamed in his mind. No, that isn’t it… He felt a drop of his own blood fall from the girl’s chin onto his flesh. "Oh s**t… Tower of Light!" He screamed in his mind as he concentrated on the blue sphere of energy that should shoot forth from his body. Immediately, the weight upon his body was lifted, and the vampire was thrown onto the dirt a few feet away. Instinctively, Caleb began to think of the happiest times of his life, and put them into a silver sphere of energy that grew from his palm. The girl was climbing to her feet, glaring at him in a ruthless stare, bearing her fangs, when Caleb put that ball of silver into the apex of the egg-shaped sphere of blue protection that surrounded him. He concentrated on it as much as he could. The sphere began raining silver sparks all over Caleb’s body, and he could feel himself gaining a warm glow. He re-opened his eyes and glared at the girl who was poised to jump at him. She hissed when he looked into her eyes. He glared at her with an arrogant attitude in his movements.
Soon, the blue shield dissipated, and the vampire jumped to strike. With speed that rivaled her own power, Caleb shot forth and knocked her back to the ground with a swift palm to the chest. Not wanting to face that kind of surprising strength any longer, the girl turned tail and fled. Sighing, Caleb fell back against the wall of the tavern, and slid to the ground. It was there the man passed out until daybreak, when he realized what that night had done to him.
Caleb Gairaigo · Sat Nov 11, 2006 @ 04:00am · 0 Comments |
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