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Sir Jonathan Calderone, the Verdant Knight My dreams were at first, of the earthquake. Of watching my family get swallowed up by the chasm while crying for help, of myself getting crushed under the rubble and choking on the dust. Survivor's guilt, perhaps. But then as the days went on by, things changed. Instead of nightmares of an angry earth, I dreamed of a battlefield. Of armored warriors fighting in a clash of steel, blood spilling the ground and mountains of dead bodies. And at the center of it all, a knight clad in heavy plate who cut a bloody swath of destruction through all who would oppose him. Every night I would dream of this nameless warrior, who fought against monster and man alike, who burned down villages for his amusement, who gloried in the terrible destruction and chaos he left behind him. I missed my early dreams. Once a typical Californian university student, Jon lost everything in the massive earthquake that preceded the Convergence. Picking his way across the ruined cityscape in the aftermath, the young man found himself haunted by unfamiliar dreams. Perhaps a soul escaped from the clutches of Hel and hid within him, or the appearance of Yggdrasil awakened memories of a past life. Whatever it was, with those dreams came strange new powers. Skills with weapons he never had before, knowledge of working steel and precious metals that came from nowhere. But most amazing was the power he bestowed onto anything he held. In his hands, a simple riot shield became harder than steel and a crowbar could shatter concrete with a single blow. With these powers he could do for others what he couldn't do for his family, save them. At first it was just a idle whimsy that had Jon act as a stereotypical knight, dressed in scavenged armor as he escorted other survivors to safety. But it was amusing to see how other people reacted, and most importantly of all, it was different. Different from the old helpless Jon, different from the ancient terrible warrior in his dreams. Perhaps it was simply archaic foolishness, but there was something that appealed to Jon as he spoke loudly of duty and protecting the innocent. Peace and order was restored eventually in California save for the near conflict with Asgard. But unwilling to settle down, the young man turned his eyes towards the great tree that dominated the sky. Now five years later, Jonathan has made a new home in Midgard's Root. His neighbors might think him insane as he clashes with the criminal scum that fill the Worldroot and take on freelance jobs that barely pay, but for the knight it is enough. He was out there protecting innocents and doing something right with his powers. Who cares if most scoffed at his talk of justice and honor? So when Folkvangr finally approached him, speaking of their duty to guard the Earth, how could he refuse? THE WORLDROOT GAZETTE posted:DRUG USE ON THE RISE Resistances [6D] Composure 2D Fortitude 3D Reaction 3D Will 2D Aptitudes [5D] Arts & Craft 3D (Complication: Only Metalworking) Athleticism 3D Fighting 3D Powers [10D] Armor 3D [Boost: Reflection 1D] Regeneration 2D Super Sense (Danger Sense) 3D Super Weaponry 3D (Imbued Sword, Complication: Touch Attack, Complication: Limited Use - No Defend) Advantages [1D] Is That Your Best Shot? 1D Disadvantages [-2D] Minor Mental Hindrance (Chivalric Code) 1D Phobia (Seismic Activity) 1D Competency Pool [5D] Daraken fucked around with this message at 06:28 on Jun 1, 2015 |
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TurninTrix posted:Sir Jonathan Calderone (Daraken) Of course life isn't black and white. I remember a particularly odious individual, who had a habit of dealing drugs to surly teenagers. The first time we met, he immediately plead for mercy when he laid eyes upon me and promised to never to show his face around here again. Our second encounter, I broke his arm and destroyed his foul merchandise before he ran away like the hounds of Hel were after him. It was our third and final meeting where I found him standing above the convulsing body of a teenaged girl, syringe in hand. Maybe if I was a better man I could have gotten through to him, made more of an effort to change him. Or done my duty and ensured that he'd be properly arrested, as the law demanded. But I'm not perfect. All I can say is that there's one less criminal out on the streets now. quote:Everyone Daraken fucked around with this message at 03:18 on Jun 4, 2015 |
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TurninTrix posted:Jonathan My first year wasn't much better from there. I kept to the human populated districts mostly. It was not that I disliked the extradimensionals residing in Midgard's newest city, but even for a knight such as myself, to go from a relatively normal mundane world to one filled with beings from all across the Nine Realms was quite the culture shock! But for me, out on a quest to do justice, such isolation could not hold. After all, how could I call myself a true knight if I did not help the innocent, no matter who they were? And it turns out its much easier to make friends with people after you've scared off the red and blue oni harassing them, or help them find their child who got lost after chasing a will-o'-wisp or are just around to listen to their everyday problems. Nowadays I cheerfully greet my harpy neighbors every morning, haggle furiously over steel ingots with dwarves, try to get the local tanuki cook to take my money for my meal before heading out in search of people to help. It's a routine, but one I'm happy with. Yes, Midgard's Root is my home now. Daraken fucked around with this message at 04:02 on Jun 10, 2015 |
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Jun 9, 2015 06:12
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Oh, very nice. I like the two symbols representing Folkvangr and RAGNAROK (assuming that's what those two are).
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Jun 16, 2015 02:26
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Ah sorry. Posted what Jon is doing!
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Good luck with your thesis!
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