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Post by lordtovel on Sept 19, 2011 16:14:08 GMT -5
Basic Character Setup, posted here for convenience. race is human by default, though I suppose one could technically play as one of the many clockwork/steam-powered automatons.
Name: Nicknames/alias: Race: Gender: Age:
Eye Color: Hair color: Hair Style:
Job: Skills: Weapon of choice: Equipment:
Special Abilities/Powers/Functions (if applicable):
Bio:
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 19, 2011 17:11:08 GMT -5
Name: Jason Nicknames/alias: the Displaced Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 27
Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Brown Hair Style: semi-short and messy
Job: Mercenary/Tinkerer Skills: Skilled Swordsman; moderate marksman, Skilled in the Way of Cogs Weapon of choice: Katana Equipment: Katana, Tainted Prosthetic (left arm) w/built in retractable blade
Special Abilities/Powers/Functions (if applicable): Clockwork Mutation Sense; Smite Clockwork Mutation
Bio: Born during the war between his country and another, he always knew battle and moving. The war took his mother when he was twelve, and his father taught him all he could about his own life profession as a tinkerer. His father died in the war effort when Jason was 16 and was then drafted. Although his knowledge of clockwork and steam were appreciated and put to good use, he often found himself on the front lines, to repair the automatons should they break, which meant he had to protect himself from the dangers of the battle field, just like everyone else. It was in these times he learned to wield the blades of the east, called katanas, for his human enemies, and the steam-powered guns of the west for his automaton enemies. He lost his left arm, to include his shoulder blade and his top three ribs, when a steam cannon misfired during a very temporary truce. they were able to save him through some miracle of science. Then, of his own volition, he was fitted with a Clockwork Prosthetic, so that he could continue to aid in the war effort. The war ended when he was twenty-three, and he was still a vested interest due to his prosthetic, and the government believed he owed them still. He toiled for them for a year before that fateful night... It was fast and he didn't have time to react. the thing was gone as quickly as it appeared, and his prosthetic shuddered of its own volition. then the searing pain as it slowly melded to him trying to spread. He had heard rumors of this phenomenon during the final days of the war, but not to a prosthetic. The next day he was greeted by someone like him. That was his final day working for the government and the first time he hunted the Clockwork Mutations and began his search for something called the Forlorn Cogs. He has only had success in one of these fields however...
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Post by tony on Sept 24, 2011 16:46:04 GMT -5
Name:Timothy Johnson Nicknames/ alias:Tim Race:Human Gender:Male Age:23
Eye Color:Blue Hair Color:Blond Hair Style:Spiked
Job:(Ex) Soldier Skills:Swordsmanship Weapon of choice:Cane Sword Equipment:Cane sword and a prosthetic leg (right leg)
Special Abilities/Powers/Functions (if applicable):Built in steam gernade launcher in right prosthetic leg
Bio:Little is known of Timothy Johnson. Serving in the front lines as a soldier, Johnson's squad came under fire by an artillery shell, killing several members of the squadron, and severly wounding several others, including Johnson himself. Johnson woke up two weeks later in a medical outpost, only to find upon regaining consciousness, that he had not only suffered a severe memory loss from a concussion, but also that his amputated right leg was replaced with a prosthetic one. Johnson didn't return to the battlefield; due to his injurious, he was moved to another medical facility, away from the battlefront, to further his recovery. Not long after his release from the hospital, the war had ended. Today, Johnson is still recovering from the concussion that had been inflicted so many years ago. He searches furiously for possible family relatives, friends, and anything that will help recover the lost pieces of fragments of his memories...
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