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by Monfrox » Sun Jan 26, 2014 3:08 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by The BranRiech » Sun Jan 26, 2014 3:10 pm
by Monfrox » Sun Jan 26, 2014 3:11 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Warpspace » Sun Jan 26, 2014 3:57 pm
Warpspace wrote:Your NS Nation's Nickname: Warpspace
Character Name: Ryn'enth'yn Wyn'cryk'yr is his proper name from his father. Darryl Weaver was used previously and given by his human mother for better interaction with those outside the local city's cult, as a name like Ryn'enth'yn tends to draw attention to oneself. Goes by 'Ryn' for simplicity's sake with non-Deep Ones or hailing from similar societies/cultures.
Character Gender: Male.
Character Species (nation personification, human, alien, etc): Deep One Hybrid (Born 'Human', fully developed in his fifties when his Deep One parentage fully took over and mutated him into one of their numbers, albeit more humanoid than the baseline Deep One breed he hails from.)
Character Physical Description (height, weight, apparent age, actual age): Currently, Ryn stands at a moderate five feet and eight inches and weighs slightly over two hundred pounds, largely due to some moderate muscle on his build and Deep One anatomy. His apparent age is impossible to detect thanks to his biology of being a Deep One hybrid, appearing to be, well, a fish-man, with little ability to tell apparent age compared to that of a human. In reality, Ryn is entering his hundred and fifty sixth year, marking it near a century since he developed into his true species after spending sixty years as a miserable human. Being biologically immortal, Ryn will only die from unnatural causes, and his health increase with age.
URL to Character Picture, if any:Being a hybrid, Ryn bears more similarity to a human than most Deep Ones, although he will develop more fish features with extreme age, along with greater power. Typically wears clothing similar to this.
Character Unique Skills(if any): Ryn is an artist by trade. Although not quite similar to a human artist- being a hyrbid, Ryn has around twenty light-sensitive cones in his eyes, as opposed to a human's three, and thus is able to perceive numerous rainbows of colors incomprehensible to humans- making his work and that of other hybrids and pure-blooded Deep Ones far more expressive and vivid than anything man has produced- rivaled only be other species with immense perception of color and the cosmos itself. His works are typically painting in carving, both of which utilize the psychic abilities of his fathering species to form works of eerie materials not present in the normal universe and imprint emotions into objects to affect the viewer's mind and provide greater impact of such works. Ryn is also working out the hijinks of teleporation and dimension crossing, but this more often than not leads to nasty things such as a Shoggoth popping out of some god-forsaken realm rather than aiding anyone. While it's safer for him as the gods smile kindly of those who trace their ancestry to Dagon and Hydra, it's a bad day to be a human in the nearby vicinity if things go awry. Hence why he typically puts wards everywhere before attempting to rip any holes in reality lest anything escape and ravage nearby younger races.
Character Powers (if any):
-Portal Creation/Manipulation: 6
Ryn is capable of tearing open portals into other dimensions (typically eldritch) to serve as either shortcuts/means of travel, or offensively to open up the gates for some horror of beyond to be released upon any enemies. Or even weaponize it directly, say embuing an axe to rip open dimensional gates to bisect enemies and ignore any armor they use (sucking part of them into another dimension). However, his use of this power is flawed, and while extremely power.... has a fifty-fifty chance of failing and resulting in catastrophic failures ranging from releasing a Shogoth onto unwitting civilians or ending up on the Moon instead of the next city block. While it does provide easy means of travel- take the subway instead if you lack the kinship of eldritch abominations.
-Emotion Manipulation: 3
Ryn is capable of manipulating the emotions of others, although lacks the scale to use this in any effective real-time way, rather he is capable of implanting emotions into objects- specifically his art so they emit a stronger response than normal in a humanoid being. For example, he could 'enchant' a painting as to invoke a feeling of pure sadness and joy simultaneously.
Character Weaknesses/Flaws: As previously mentioned, teleporation and dimension walking with Ryn typically has a fifty/fifty chance of some ungodly spawn from before time chewing your face off. While they treat him kindly for being a member of the extended family of ungodly monsters, he still often ends up wondering why the hell is he in the Alpha Centauri system when he simply was attempting to take a shortcut to the other side of town. It's led to him having several life scaring events despite his relatively 'young' age for a hybrid. Ryn also can be annoying by him being extremely eccentric and susceptible to drifting onto major tangents, resulting from his still young age as a Deep One and thus still amazed by how radically different life is rendered post his 'second birth' during his sixties. While it leads to a greater appreciation of life than most humans, it also causes him to annoying drift off on describing the indescribable psychedelic beauty of a piece of bread and how pitiful it is that such sights are imperceptible to human eyes.
Character Background/Biography: Ryn'enth'yn Wyn'cryk'yr, or known as Darryl Weaver, was born to a single mother from Anglo-Saxon/Norman descent in the Scottish city of Aberdeen during the 1860's. However, unlike most children of single mothers at the time, Darryl didn't grow up in grueling poverty, and rather he and his mother lived a well-supplied average life above the poverty line thanks to the support of both being members of the Aberdeen Dagon Cult that had existed there for well over two centuries. The boy soon found out his actual nature when his father visited around his seventeenth birthday , which, while a bit of a shock, he'd suspected something strange was involved with him somehow, considering how odd the cult's actions seemed compared to typical religions such as Christianity he often heard of from children outside the cult's influence. Life for Darryl however was largely unaffected by him being a hybrid. It quashed any of his dreams of going outside the city and making a name for himself in the human world, but fishing was a stable career at the time and kept him within the cult's protection.
As per usual, 'the change' started to hit in his forties to fifties, his skin slowly becoming wrinkled in the face with bumpy scales covering his body. Teeth sharpened, bones changed structure, and his face changed into that of some angler-like fish of the abyss. Gills grew, and by his sixties it was impossible for him to interact anymore with normal humans without drawing immediate fear for his monstrous appearance.
Why the character in Bielefeld/Occupation: Freelance Artist selling eldritch pieces of his work. Also on a bit of a vacation from his home city folded under the waves. The city's also currently right by it.
URL to Apartment Picture: The apartment is blatantly eldritch in appearance, with Ryn having done some decorating to the previously 'bland' room. The room itself is now a living creature, with a strange fleshy coral taking over it, the species likely extra-dimensional in origin or a sample taken from a local breed in his 'home' city in the frigid waters of Scandinavia. Its structure is like that of dead coral filled with a thick custard- only the bony parts of the organism are capable of movement can be visibly seen 'breathing' as if they were a lung. Tiny tendrils stick out of the fleshy pockets in the flexible yet stiff skeleton, tipped with psychedelic phosphorescent glands that change colors, typically raising and falling between ranges of colors imperceptible to the human eye and appear simply to be white or odd mixtures of purple. The floor (and ceiling) of the room is made of a thick, rough floor of fleshy coral stiffer than the columns dotting the room- similar in texture to the mats often laid in the front of doors to wipe one's feet on before entering a building. The color of the flesh and coral also changes, swinging between an eldritch rainbow of purples, blues, yellows, greens, and a vast range of the incomprehensible by human eyes.
Decorating the room is various objects, ranging from clay pots from forgotten Mediterranean civilizations detailed with iconography depicting Father Dagon and his children and prehistoric human cults dedicated to the worship of Dagon and breeding with his children. Alien papers pulped from prehistoric plants decorate the walls, adorned with Ryn's strange abstract and impressionist paintings birthed from the fusion of two races, with emotions weaved into the work just as the pigments.
Most notable of the room are two key objects. One being a great fish-tank made of organic glass birthed from tendrils twisting down from the coral ceiling- holding a strange collection of unidentified species of fish and mollusks. Second is a copy of the Necronomicon- guarded from driving unwary human readers mad by being written in ink invisible to human eyes.
IMPORTANT:
One paragraph that sums up your character. This paragraph is what we'll use on your player tab on the first page of the thread. This MUST be brief. Your tab will contain a link to your application so people will have full details: Ryn is a Deep One Hybrid, as per usual, his mother was a normal human while his father was the spawn of the Great Old One, Dagon. Like with all hybrids, he began the metamorphosis process from his original human anatomy into that of a Deep One during his fifties. Once completed, he was brought into the underwater civilization of the Deep Ones as another biologically immortal citizen to its numbers. Deciding to now use his unlimited time to pursue the ideas he had in his childhood that were denied originally by his blood, Ryn became an artist- studying for half a century before forging his career during the 1950's in Deep One society.
He's had recent news in the Deep One city in the Scandinavian seas that the city of Bielefield has turned up in the area (known to be some sort of wonky eldritch location), and has decided to damn any rules or taboo concerning full exposure to human society, and has decided to either temporarily or permanently move there to pursue new ideas for his works.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:04 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Rocopurr » Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:08 pm
by Tiltjuice » Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:09 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Sanjay, like many Westerners at this time and place, holds disdain and fear of the Communists.
by Monfrox » Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:09 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Sanjay, like many Westerners at this time and place, holds disdain and fear of the Communists.
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:11 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Monfrox » Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:11 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:12 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Tiltjuice » Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:14 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Tiltjuice wrote:
Were they a big noise in Uganda or India?
Indians and Russians were best buds back then.
Idi Amin, however, embraced many Communist philosophies and allied with them, and he also kicked out all the Indians from their homes in Uganda. After that, Sanjay went to England where he got more propaganda against them.
So he isn't a fan.
by Swith Witherward » Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:26 pm
Primordial Luxa wrote:Dont worry too much about my thing. It can be pushed back to be made more convenient.
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Tiltjuice » Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:31 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Primordial Luxa wrote:Dont worry too much about my thing. It can be pushed back to be made more convenient.
Prim, that would be helpful. Tilt should have his thing wrapped up by next week or so, depending on how active players are. I don't want to forget your thing or leave Aegis hanging in limbo too long, though. That wouldn't be fair to you.
by Primordial Luxa » Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:33 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Primordial Luxa wrote:Dont worry too much about my thing. It can be pushed back to be made more convenient.
Prim, that would be helpful. Tilt should have his thing wrapped up by next week or so, depending on how active players are. I don't want to forget your thing or leave Aegis hanging in limbo too long, though. That wouldn't be fair to you.
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Warpspace » Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:34 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Sanjay, like many Westerners at this time and place, holds disdain and fear of the Communists.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:34 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Warpspace » Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:44 pm
by Monfrox » Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:48 pm
Rocopurr wrote:Monfrox wrote:No! *smacks and keeps away*
Also, I felt really bad about not being able to get on the internet at all during con so I wrote in Flint and Cinnamon going to Chaos with Lilian and being there before the New Year happened.
There is no need to feel bad. I have to move Lil over to the teens though.
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Warpspace » Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:53 pm
by Swith Witherward » Sun Jan 26, 2014 5:10 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:If it's long-running and near the end, I think it'd be awkward to put Sanjay in it at this particular point.
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Jan 26, 2014 5:13 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:If it's long-running and near the end, I think it'd be awkward to put Sanjay in it at this particular point.
I giggled when I read that.Hello, here's an airplane... and here's the door. "Don't mind Crowley." (Who?).
Fen is punted out of said airplane, bounces off school roof, practically lands on Loki.
"Oh hello, I'm a god and into the school basement you go!" (You're a god?!)
Fen is suddenly on a beach under the the school, surrounded by pirates who are offended by another character. Uses Loki for a shield.
Fade, fade, fade... not really a fade but a YOINK! Fen ends up in the library where she meets Emi and some others. (Um, hi!)
But now to another adventure! (Hell is a planet?)
Train ride, wild trek in a truck (there were some angels at one point, scary stuff) a ghost town (Woah, Hell IS a planet!)
And the bar... demon liquor is toxic, Emi is spanked until she pukes, trap doors exist in floors, there's a dead knight, and a passage and a VW bug (yay!), and two tunnels, and the car dies (damn), oh look another knight (Hi!), but then everyone in the group catches up (yay!), and OH SHIT SOMETHING IS COMING (fuck!), run - run- run, oh look, a room (whew!). There's a fight going on inside.
Holy shit it's Cunthoun! (Who?) Calhoun!
Major battle ensues (OMG OMG OMG). Tons of bullets. Tons of magic. Things are dying everywhere. Calhoun merges with Azazel, Excalibur swings, Emi does her stuff, more stuff happens, Sir William beats the crap out of him, he vanishes. The end.
No. Never the end!
And now we're in Crowley's office/war room (I shall not panic. I shall try to look like I know what I'm doing!) TONS of discussion on a story long-running and near its end.
"Well," sez Fen afterwards, "That was a satisfying adventure. I think I'll roam for a while"
YOINK! Welcome to sick bay! I'm an Orc! Got questions?
Funnest RP I've ever played! Moar! It can never end!
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Swith Witherward » Sun Jan 26, 2014 6:34 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by The BranRiech » Sun Jan 26, 2014 6:47 pm
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