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 Count Victor Bazgant The Crimson Count. A man shrouded in crimson clothes, once of noble make now stained the deepest crimson and laced with a strange and mystical metal. A wielder of strange powers, a man of striking looks, but harsh demeanor. What looks he may have are ruined by his cold manner. He is a man of uncommon dedication, fanatical obsession, and devoid of love or mercy. He was not always such. Once he was but a man, a simple lord, a count. Once Victor Bazgant was a minor lord within the Kingdom of Camineet. Taking his rightful place upon his family's keep shortly after finishing his term in Piett Academy. He was elated to spend time with his wife and young child, he was happy. He was a good and kind man. He wanted for nothing. But that all changed ten years ago. The night of the Crimson Moon. Victor was making the rounds through his lands when his people were attacked by a strange black garbed man, and odd monsters. His people were butchered. And with each death the strange man's army grew. For each peasant that died soon rose as some form of undead monstrosity. Each would rise up and attack their fellows. Victor and his small entourage of men witnessed the smoke rising from the village and rode to the rescue. By the time he made it to the village the villagers were all dead, and risen up, and attacking his keep. He and his men rushed to stop them, but accomplished little. Still after many terrible fights, much injury and loss of blood, Victor eventually made it through to his family. Just in time to witness their death. And their rising as unholy vampires. All he knew, all he loved, was torn away and turned against him. Broken he continued to fight. And in time dawn arose and all that lay before him was destruction and dust. Nothing remained. His family was gone. The black garbed man was destroyed, somehow. Victor was certain of that, but he could not remember how he did it. He did not know how he survived that night, when no one else did. But he was a changed man. He could not live there anymore. He put up graves for his family and then left. He traveled the lands, a broken man with no guidance. Until the night when he came across an undead abomination. Grief struck him, and then anger, then a strange feeling overwhelmed him. New instincts guided him. And he slaughtered the undead. A new purpose filled him. His travels through the world had guidance now. He sought out monsters, particularly the rare undead, and slaughtered them. He helped people, he saved them. He was a saviour to many. But he had become cold and harsh. --- Over the next ten years Victor worked as a traveling monster slayer, taking jobs to kill various monsters and abominations to keep his belly filled and his hatred honed. On one such mission, once more in Camineet, memories stirred and he hunted another band of undead. His battle fury rose and he slaughtered them, again and again the undead fell before his blade. But another stood before him, turning its own weapon upon the undead. He rushed it, him, and a brief skirmish took place. As the battle went on he slowly realized the thing, the man, was not truly undead. Not fully. Slowly the battle wound down without a victor, as Victor came to a confused conclusion. The man was Lau D'Arc a dhampir, a half-vampire. Which explains why Victor was drawn to fight him. Still the man was another who hunted these abominations. And in the end Victor turned from the battle. The man was a fellow hunter of the damned. There was no reason to kill him, and all the reason to keep him alive. --- pre:Name: Victor Bazgant Harbinger 3 Alignment: True Neutral Age: 33 Race: Human STR: 10 INT: 18 CON: 10 WIS: 10 DEX: 14 CHA: 10 HP: 19/19 Fortitude: +3 AC: 15/15 Reflex: +3 CMD: 14/12 Will: +3 Initiative: +4 Perception: +0 30 speed BAB: +2 Rapier: +6, 1d6+0 damage Class Crimson Count Going with a different character. Ryuujin fucked around with this message at 00:29 on Jun 8, 2017 |
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 Nero Long ago a man was lost. All that he loved, all that he knew, was gone. He was nothing. A shadow of his former self. He reached out for solace, for guidance, for something to find meaning in his life. He was nothing a shadow. Nero. That is all. No other name. No past. No age. No reliable appearance. He is a man of shadow. A man of mystery. A hero. An adventurer. A man veiled in shadows who travels Eden's Seed righting wrongs, fighting monsters, and slaying undead. But for money. A mercenary hero. None knows where he came from, where he was born, or when, no one knows his full or true name. For all he gives is Nero. He has traveled the land for many years, interacting with many would be heroes, and villains. On occasion he has fought alongside them, on others against them. A man shrouded in darkness, who uses the darkness itself to attack. He has given no reason to others as to why it is he actually travels, what he seeks. Yet his preference for jobs seems to be in slaying monsters and undead. A few years ago he worked alongside a man by the name of Orvald within the confines of Parolit as a spy, using his darkness and concealment to hide, and his ability to walk casually along walls and ceilings to hide in places few would think to look. He found Orvald to be a man of skill, of certain capabilities that put him a cut above the rest. Nero actually felt some respect for the man's skills. And between the two of them the mission was simple. One day while traveling through Parolit he learned of a skilled scientist, a halfling of exceptional knowledge. He sought out this man this Dr. Thornthwaite and had him inspect the shadows he called forth. Curious if there was a scientific explanation for what he was, what he did. The halfling was exceptionally knowledgeable and came up with a number of theories, but in the end could not find a scientific explanation for what Nero did. Traveling through Camineet Nero had received a mission to hunt a pack of undead. He entered a desolate village and set about putting them down. Yet he was not the only one who had taken the mission, he was not the only one hunting these undead. A man, a strange man at that, by the name of Lau D'Arc had also taken the mission on and was slaughtering undead. They came to blows when they crossed paths and both mistook the other for some kind of undead. In Nero's defense Lau did turn out to be dhampir, a man of undead bloodline. And he could understand the misunderstanding in regard to his own shadow abilities. In the end they joined forces and finished the mission before going their own ways. Over the years he has stumbled across a strange elf on more than one occasion. Shockingly violet hair, unusual garb that stands out. A wild fighter that must be seen to be believed. Yet shy, and kind. The first time they did not speak, both fighting side by side as their individual battles in the wilds merged. On later instances he has spoken to her, a few words here or there. Trying to understand why she travels. But her memory. It seems she is a shadow of her former self as well. She has lived so long she doesn't remember much. And at times she does not seem to remember Nero. The last time they met he got from her a name. Iggy Screams-At-Butterflies. Not the most usual of names. But she is not the most usual of elves. pre:Name: Nero Avowed 3 Alignment: True Neutral Age: ?? Race: Fetchling STR: 10 INT: 10 CON: 14 WIS: 08 DEX: 16 CHA: 16 HP: 24/24 Fortitude: +5 AC: 18/15 Reflex: +4 CMD: 15/12 Will: +2 Initiative: +5 Perception: +3 30 speed(45' in darkness) BAB: +2 Aether Pulse: +5, 2d6 untyped damage Race Fetchling stats: +2 Cha and +2 Dex, -2 Wis Ryuujin fucked around with this message at 02:53 on Jun 22, 2017 |
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