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DeoDrake · Dec 3 '11, 10:37am

Put anything here that you want me to know about your character. And go ahead if you feel like and put a little bit about yourself!

Your mother · 2:59am

Roaring Tiger is a dwarf; you know, a human that's really short. Some call them midgets, but he likes dwarf. Sounds about 20% cooler. His thick mane of red hair goes to shoulder length and completely covers the front half of his face, though there is space cut out for the top half of his face to breathe. His green eyes peer out from this mess to cut down anyone he looks at, though he can be friendly enough when he wants. Just because he never wants to be doesn't mean he can't, right?
Rory spent most of his life as a child learning the art that is Tiger Style. His training went smoothly enough, but his instructors noticed a habit he had formed early on in his training; whenever he attacked an opponent, he would shout "I'm gonna punch ye in the face!" before doing exactly that. When questioned about it, he responded that he felt it in kind with the style he was learning; the tiger roars when he attacks, he doesn't stay silent. Moreover, when he tried to stay silent, he felt... restricted, and somewhat dishonourable.
His Exaltation came as something of a shock to Rory. It came immediately after winning a battle against one of his instructors, and only served to make him that much more powerful. The Unconquered Sun said only thus: "You like fighting dangerous enemies, what was it... punching them in the face? Well, my son, one day, you will get your wish..." His name spread after that amongst the martial artist's world, one to be known, and remembered. As the latest danger grew, he was sought out for his prowess to assist in bringing it back down.

The 7th Majestic · 7:52pm

Name: Pellaelin
Caste: Twilight
Motivation: Solve a great mystery
Age: 27
Description: Pellaelin stands at six feet tall and has an athletic build of lean muscle. He has black hair resting at shoulder length, with fair and blue eyes. He wears comfortable traveling clothes and is never without a small bag full of tools for testing and locating evidence. He also wears the hearthstone bracers under his long cloaks and coats.
Background: Pellaelin was born in Nexus. His father was a recorder with a mercenary company, the Hand and Stars. As a child, he would study his father's old logs and other books regarding the differences in Creation and the fundamentals of logic. He found his first pet and current familiar, a cinnamon ferret named Pergaladh, in the Little Market. Pergaladh began to show extraordinary intelligence after Pellaelin's Exaltation and the two inseparable friends shared an even greater bond.
Pellaelin had an uncanny knack for deducing characteristics of criminals from the smallest flecks of evidence left at scenes. During a particularly murky case, he Exalted as he mulled over a burglarly done by a rather adept criminal.
During the course of his career, he met with an Outcaste Water-aspect Dragon-Blooded named Fury Angelica. The two developed a rapport during one of Pellaelin's cases as Pellaelin showed remarkable investigation skills and Fury complemented him with skill at arms and diplomacy. Fury joined with Pellaelin as a second to keep his excesses from getting him into trouble and to continue with the "adventure" of detection.
He found a pair of orichalcum hearthstone bracers as part of an illicit artifact smuggling ring. Feeling a strange bond to the bracers, he kept them for his own use, though he plans to follow up with the bracers if he ever finds a new lead on their origin. The smugglers were most ignorant of where the bracers came from.

Ginx · 3:27am

Name: One of Many
Exaltation: Solar
Caste: Dawn
Concept: Enthusiastic Leader of a Mercenary BandI
Anima Banner: A thirteen headed serpent weaved together with sapphire essence

Jimmy · 5:00pm

The sheet is not done (still has all the homebrew changes to it from the other game) but is an easy fix once/if accepted. BG and character are mostly the same; different area but maybe Mommut was pursuing more of Helshan Khels lackies and that brought him towards Nexus? I can work out story specific details later
Questions for ST:
1) If I have three dots in familiar, and want a spectacular mount, what sort of options am I looking at? Could I get an mildly (childlike) intelligent bison? something akin to a spanish fighting bull? (See anima banner)

Name: Mommut
Exaltation: Solar
Caste: Zenith
Concept: Chosen leader of a nomadic plains tribe
Anima Banner: Brilliant horse/bull/elephant... details dependent on what (if any) familiar he ends up with

Mommut was born into a humble life, the son of a hunter in a nomadic tribe. They followed the herds across the plains, hunting as the needed it, forging when they could. It was a simple life, but one that they were proud of. Their tribe was known locally and left mostly alone by the bandits and barbaric thieves that prayed upon the weak in the area. It was a simple but fulfilling life style.

See spoiler below for full details.

That is until Helshan Khel came.
A cruel and brutal adviser to the Satrap for many years, Helshan Khel slowly gathered military and political power in the area. After a time, the Satrap fell ill and the group of advisers clamored to take the reigns and be nominated as the new Satrap should the current Satrap pass away or be determined to be unable to perform his duty. With the disappearance of the Scarlet Empress and the Threshold as a whole falling into lawlessness, Halshan Khel and his army began attacking the villages and towns in the Satrapy. More than just putting down rebellions and collecting owed tributes, Helshan Khel was taking salves, burning farms, razing villages and worse.
In an event that has turned to legend, Mommut managed to kill Helshan Khel and disperse his army. Now leaderless, the army disbanded or retreated to the Satrap's capitol, freeing the region from their oppressive tyranny. Tributes are still paid, but they are now less than what they were under the Scarlet Empress and are no longer collected with a heavy hand. Mommut's tribe has since appointed him as their leader and spiritual guide, a position reluctantly accepted, and has lead them through nearly a decade of prosperity and peace.

It was a day like any other in the nomads encampment, just after dawn and the villagers were beginning to stir; stirring the left over fire coals and starting the days chores. The sky was clear but a low mist hung around the grass of the plains, brilliantly colored by the rising sun. The rumble started low, hardly a murmur in the distance and was paid no mind. Slowly it grew and gained more attention; herd stampeeds were not very common so close to encampments, but were disastrous when they did. Some warriors and hunters began mounting to investigate, but they did not get very far. Over the eastern ridge Helshan Khel's banner appeared, 2 dozen cavalry riding hard towards the camp.
This was not the first time he had come early for his tribute, he was always given what he asked; it was far easier to overcome the elements and starvation than to appeal to his sympathies. This time, however, Helshan Khel was after more than food and goods, he came for slaves and blood. Riding into the middle of the camp, he and his troops immediately cut down 3 mounted hunters as well as a man running towards his family. The tribe's warriors and hunters were quarrintined near the edge of the camp and a few soldiers dismounted and began rounding up young women and girls to take as slaves, those that resisted were killed where they stood. After a dozen women were taken, Helshan Khel himself addressed the camp, now full of broken and sobbing souls.
"In the name of the Satrap and by decree of his Advisors, this encampment has been declared unlawful and will disperse in one weeks time. Those refusing to leave will be made outlaws and brought to justice by death." He paused, staring down the village leaders who still wore a look of shock and astonishment as if it were a mask. He continued, "Anyone found to possess arms will be considered an enemy and will be executed on sight." At this point, the warriors began shouting. They needed their weapons to survive! Between the roaming bandits and the need to follow and hunt the herds, this was their life!
Helshan Khel's response was simple and swift, kill them.

A brief fight ensued between the armed and armored soldiers and the unprepared tribesman, many of whom were killed. Furious at their insolence, Helshan Khel ordered the wounded survivors to be flogged publically until dead before the rest of the camp. Still just an adolescent, Mommut had been with his mother and sisters up until this point, but when the first warrior brought out to be flogged was his father, he couldn't stand it any longer. Watching lash after flash come down on his already bloody and raw back, listening to the cries of agony both from his father and the onlookers as well, it became to much.

In a flash, Mommut grasped a fist sized stone from the ground, burst towards the flogger, tackling him to the ground and bashing his helmet relentlessly until he was stopped by a swift kick from a jade boot to his ribcage sent him flying. Helshan Khel tipped his visor, recovered the flog from the dazed and moaning torturer, and slowly walked towards Mommut. "You show spirit, boy, I like that. Let's see how much spirit you have beneath the flog, shall we?".

Motioning to a pair of soldiers on his flanks, they grabbed Mommut's arms and splayed him out on the ground, ripping his shirt from his back, leaving it exposed. With an excited and evil grin, Helshan Khel brought the flog down hard again and again, and again; with each blow Mommut's screams grew meeker and meeker, but deep within him his spirit was growing exponentially! Invigorating him with a power and strength he had never realized he possessed before, buring brighter than the plains noon-day sun. With a final yawp, he cast off the guards and stood to face Helshan Khel.

Stunned by the sudden burst of strength and aggression, Helshan Khel dropped the flog and stumbled backwards, tripping and falling to the ground. Mommut paced towards him, slowly, grabbing the flog as he moved. Unable to find his tongue, Helshan Khel squirmed along the ground away from Mommut, but it was too late for him. Mommut set upon him like an animal, lashing his face and sending a red mist into the air. After overcoming their shock, the soldiers rushed Mommut, but the more attacks that came, the stronger he suddenly seemed to become. With each spear blow, a bright aura around him encased his skin making it harder than steel! He lashed out wildly in every direction with a fury that none had seen before, or even heard of in legends. It was a brief fight, but its seemed to last hours as the slack jawed tribes men watched someone they considered a boy defeating Helshan Khel's men.

The few soldiers who remained mounted their horses and rode for the horizon, with cheers and insults shouted after them by the now jubilant tribes people. Turning back to Helshan Khel, still cowering on the ground, Mommut drew the dagger from his belt, and holding him helpless with a blazing aura of power surrounding him, slowly pressed it into Helshan Khel's throat until only his foot was left twitching.

larsduim · 9:54am

Name: Nupipa Laele
Exaltation: Solar
Caste: Night
Concept: Infiltrator
Anima Banner: Snow Fox

Born in the Blessed isles to a minor family subject of house Iselsi Nupipa Faelda was the bastard child of a third child of a dragonblooded fanglord who decided to spend a night with her mother while he was home for his last week before joining the army. When Faelda grew up her grandfather from her father's side who she had never met before decide that the chance that she might exalt was high enough to warrant the fallen house to take an interest in her upbringing. House Iselsi was generally known for their work in fields which other dynast houses found undignified for a dragonblooded, however with their luck fallen they needed every shekel and every favor they could curry with the other houses. What this meant for Faelda was that on her fivth birthday she was taken from her mother to join the other sons and daughters of dragonblooded parents (or parent in Faelda's case) and started on preparatory school. One should note that because of the hardships house Iselsi faced school for these children was different indeed from other houses. When a fight broke out or children were excluded from the group there were no teachers who would make everyone play fair, life wasn't fair and house Iselsi had learned that lesson in one of the harshest ways possible, this was meant to cull the weak before costly jade was invested in children who weren't worth it and so this school had a true sink or swim mentality. then at the age of ten she started her primary school. the only difference now being that there were more children so one had to work even harder to keep up. throughout these ten years in both preparatory learning and boarding school Faelda was a succesfull student, skilled in what was taught her not ath the top of her class but always high enough to be seen as succesfull and low enough behind the top as not being seen as a danger to the other top students, she was better than she showed of course but one couldn't be the best for risk of alienating. after the end of primary school Faelda was skilled enough that her grandfather thought it wise she continued her education at a secondary school, more specifically the spiral academy preparing her for a career furthering house Iselsi's fortune through politicking and bureucratic favours. After finishing her education she had only one problem, Exaltation, it seemed that the chance her grandfather had taken was a wrong one and after she failed to exalt along with her classmates she became alienated for no-one wanted to be associated with a failure. Her grandfather however was not one to lose money on anything decided she could serve house Iselsi in another way if she was not exalted. since he was a dragonborn and she only an unexalted citizen he decided she would learn a few last things before joining the working force of the realm in a bureacratic career. her position as non-dragonblood would allow her few routes to greatness in politics so she was apprenticed to another member of house Iselsi. Iselsi Caelda was a bureacrat, politician but above all a skilled spy and assasin. As his apprentice Faelda was forced to leave her old name behind and take up a new one and so she gained the name Nupipa Laele. Laele learned many things under her master, she became skilled in attending courtly intrigue, sneak around without being seen and obtain valuable documents and understand how to combine gathered information into usable form. after one year of this Laele was sent to assasinate a certain man in the ranks of house Cathak who was making trouble for the 'work' of house Peleps who hired house Iselsi to take care of it. it was then that she exalted, this was also what saved her because the Cathak she was sent to kill was dragonblooded and she was no match for him once he noticed here. with the blood of her enemy still on her dagger's laele thanked the five dragons no-one alive saw her exalt.burying the Cathak she sent news to her ersthwile master that the mission was accomplished but that she was still tracking a lead of some import which she found among the target's belongings. with that she began her flight from the blessed isle knowing she would not have a lot of time before the wyld hunt found out what happened. during her travels she found an old manse due to some strange dreams she had. There she found her orihalcum chainshirt and she found the hearthstone when she attuned the manse.

DukeGod · Dec 11 '11, 12:27am

Okay, I'll get his Physical Description and organize the sheet a bit better later XD
Sorry, it's just that the deadlines of a couple of games are pressing me...
Name: Fractus Aurum Invictus et Insuperabilis
Exaltation: Solar
Caste: Dawn
Concept: Former Soldier of Lookshy, now Knight in Shining Armor
Anima Banner: A pack of wolves, made of golden and red flames

Aurum had his father killed in a war, and with a mom of very sick health. While they were helped, he saw the need for more money, and seeking someone who could provide saw himself with no other option, ending up working on a brothel in the Fourth Circle due to his good looks and the desperate need for money

During this time, he met with some soldiers, and based on them he began to see Lookshy differently. It was as a matter of fact a city filled with honor, values and good people. Seeing the possibility of becoming more once he noticed that, he began to train to join the army, and much more, become the epitome of Lookshy’s ideal.

Training harshly during the day, always taking himself a little beyond his limit, and still working at the nights, he grew up, stronger, faster, and smarter than most. Dropping the brothel, he joined the army and quickly rose to a good rank, spending few amount of time in the Gunzosha squad. Being moved to the Warstrider Division, he piloted one. After struggling for a month or so with the controls, he finally got used to it.

Accomplishing feats considered nigh-impossible for just a mortal by doing completely insane maneuvers that always put himself at risk, he became a Chozei in the Warstrider Division.

Happy with his new rank, he believe things were finally working out. But as to his surprise, he ended up getting even better. He met with one he could call the love of his life. After several weeks together, they finally got engaged and are now married. However this has not seen to be enough to keep him from performing his own insane stunts

During the last year, during an attempted raid of the Realm in a village, along with several others mortals from the Warstrider Division, he defended it bravely, and though at a massive cost, stopped the Dragon-Blooded of winning through strategy and help from the people. However, at night, the enemies’ commander attacked him and was beaten in a one-on-one duel. Yet it was not over, as they jumped out of their warstriders and he took chase, a sudden blast of fire got him by surprise. But it did nothing, as he faced the Dragon-Blooded he received his Exaltification into a Dawn. This ended in a widespread fame, both across Lookshy and the rest of the world, elevating him a bit above normal Exalted. Some worship him as a The God of Lookshyan War.

Primary	Tertiary	Secondary
Strength ●●●	Charisma ●●	Perception ●●●●
Dexterity ●●●	Manipulation ●●	Intelligence ●●●●
Stamina ●●●	Appearance ●●●	Wits ●●●

Dawn	Zenith	Twilight
Archery	Integrity ●●●	Craft (Fire) ●●
Martial Arts	Performance	Investigation ●●●
Melee ●●●●	Presence	Lore ●●●
Thrown	Resistance ●●	Medicine ●●●
War	Survival	Occult ●●●

Night	Eclipse	Specialties
Athletics	Bureaucracy ●●●	Trace Evidence -- Investigation
Awareness ●	Linguistics ●●	Battlefield Medicine -- Medicine
Dodge ●●●●	Ride ●●	Making Armor -- Craft(Fire)
Larceny	Sail	Engineering -- Lore
Stealth	Socialize

Primary	Tertiary	Secondary
Strength ●●●	Charisma ●●●	Perception ●●●●
Dexterity ●●●	Manipulation ●●	Intelligence ●●
Stamina ●●●●●	Appearance ●●	Wits ●●●

Dawn	Zenith	Twilight
Archery	Integrity ●	Craft ●
Martial Arts ●	Performance ●	Investigate
Melee ●●●●● [Great Axe = ●●]	Presence ●●	Lore ●
Thrown	Resistance ●●●●●	Medicine ●●●●
War ●	Survival ●●●	Occult

Night	Eclipse
Athletics ●●●●	Bureaucracy
Awareness ●●	Linguistics
Dodge ●	Ride ●●
Larceny	Sail
Stealth	Socialize