(Art is never finished, only abandoned. ^_^;; Something my creative writing proff used to quote.)
Social Worker/Big Guy/OutdoorsmanNature:
Heterosexual and romantic. Pantheon:
24Date of birth:
October 21st, 1992Motivation:
Make the world a happier, safer place. Deific goal: Height:
Dark ChocolateEye color:
Powerful build, sensual lips. Appearance: Face claim:
Empathic and protective. In spite of this, he can occasionally get oblivious when he's caught up in the romance of a situation. Family:
Barbra Roland (Mother), Joshua Roland (Stepfather), Laura Roland (Younger Sister), Gabriel Brewer (Cousin)Friends and allies: Rivals and enemies:
The Rakshasa now known as Shere Khan—for the limping tiger from the Jungle Book—believes that his right arm/forepaw can finally be healed if he drinks from Peter's ichor. (See Background.) Background:
Barbra Roland is a government bureaucrat in Washington, DC. During a whirlwind romance with an tall and handsome lobbyist for the Red Cross, she conceived her first child. The relationship had already burned out by the time she discovered she was pregnant. A year and a half later, a catholic priest--Joshua Roland--took early retirement and renounced his vows in order to marry her. They had a daughter, Laura.
Growing up in a comfortable household, Peter and Laura both attended the same high quality roman catholic private school. Their education was strong--especialy in the liberal arts. Peter learned several difrent langueges. He also did well in athletics, participating in triathalons and competitive athletics. By the time he graduated, Peter was extremely tall and strong as many professional body builders. He turned down several atheltic scholarships because he'd rather be doing volunteer work for the poor and climbing mountains than play football.
Peter fell in love with a Greek-descended girl in college and proposed to her on a mountainside. They were to be married after graduation, but she left him at the alter. After a few miserable months, Peter spent nine months backpacking in Europe and Asia to clear his mind. Visitation:
November 7th, 2015
Mumbai (formerly Bombei)
Over the last seven months, traveling through Europe and India—sometimes on foot, others by train—Peter found his head growing progressively clearer. At first, it was simply the emotional pall of his failed engagement falling behind him. The wounds on his heart scabbing over, the scaring and finally starting to fade.
In time, it became something more. He spent many hours in silence. He listened—even when he had no clue to the languege spoken. He watched. Sometimes it seemed his senses were growing keener. When he did speak, it was usually to ask a few well placed questions of a friendly local, often about a local custom, or some plant, animal, or dish he didn't realize.
The world really was a beautiful place.
And Mumbai was starting to piss him off. He found himself in a ramshackle part in the middle of a slum, talking to a statue of a hindu god in a familiar fashion he'd never used in a catholic church. http://www.lotussculpture.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/large-vishnu-statue-z.jpg
“You're Vishnu, right? One of the three highest avatars in the universe? Brahma creates, Shiva destroys. You're the power that preserves.
“And you have a lot of mortal avatars? Like Rama in all those epics and wall hangings?
“I think this city could use one right now. Have you looked around here? Almost half the population lives in slums. Two thirds of the government budget goes to paying employes, only 1/3rd to giving them things to do. What is it with this world? I mean, look around. In the middle of crumbling, graffiti covered walls, there's suddenly this explosive flash of green—grass and trees and bushes, flowers blooming in the middle of trash.
“And here's your statue, and at it's base, fragrant ash and still burning incense. No one's given, Vishnu. I don't know if you and all the other gods have given up on us, but we still believe in you, and this magnificent universe you've given us.”
Peter walked away from the statue, and out of the park. Confused in ways he hadn't been since the start of his journey. The night in the slum was raucous and dark. Street lights glowed dimly, and failed every few blocks. Human predators stalked the night. Beggars pleaded for change and hookers huddled in door frames.
A man in a trench coat with a hat pulled low past Peter going the other way. Peter blinked and glanced back after him, hearing a dry, ratling breath. “Sir are you,” he called, turning to ask if the man was sick, but he had already turned a corner. Peter paused, finding a cold chill running down his spine, but after a moment he followed, meaning to check on the man's health.
Peter rounded the same corner and couldn’t find the man, but could still hear his breathing in the distance. He followed it for several blocks, then found some children playing in the street. He pondered if he had enouhg hindi to ask the children if they'd seen him. He looked around thoughtfully and noticed the strangest thing.
There was a mace lying next to the wall.
A roar scattered the children as—of all things—a tiger
leaped from the roof!
It pinned one of the screaming children and it's maw went wide. Peter screamed at the top of his lungs as well. Without a thought, he grabbed the mace and charged the cat.
It could have easily snapped the child in two before he got to it. But the tiger took a deep, rasping inhalation. It's head snapped up and bloodshot golden eyes focused on the oncoming American. It surged off of the child at Peter.
With a scream of fear and rage, Peter slammed the mace into the paw that was swiping at him. Bones popped, but the claw was only slowed. It hammered into peter and sent him flying across the street, shirt and chest torn.
Now limping, the cat stalked towards him, hunger in it's eyes. A woman darted out of the street to carry the child away. From another direction, a blazing golden disk burned out of the night to bury in the digger’s shoulder, just barely missing it's throat. The creature howled in pain and fled, leaping atop a two story building to escape—despite the limp!
The man then picked up the mace and moved to courch over peter. Peter blinked to recognize a lot of his own features in the man, who was only slightly swarthier. “I'm proud of you, my son,” he said. “You weren't ready to take on a Raksha, but I couldn't get here any sooner. I did manage to get this too you ahead.”
“Son?” Peter gasped, head realing and weak from bleeding. “You mean that ltieratly, don't you?”
It was a strange thing to fixate on in the midst of the confusing night, but...
“I do.” The man placed his palm over Peter's heart. “I am Vishnu.”
Peter's blood caught fire.
“And you are my son.”
He gave a startled cry as silver flames licked out of his wounds. For a moment, Peter's skin was blue, and then he was himself again, but so much more so than ever before.
“And I have much to tell you.” Likes:
Climbing a mountain with a good novel. Cooking. Seeing new places. Helping people. Dislikes: Hobbies:
One part geek, two parts outdoorsman. Fears and phobias:
Joshua and his brother both have an all out phobia of cats. Peter claims this hasn't rubbed off on him, but every time he sees one he can't help but feel his blood get a little chill as he wonders what they're so afraid of...
Laura is playfully superstitious in a lot of ways. After his visitation, Peter will start to wonder if any of her games had some basis in truth... It's silly to hold your breath when you drive through a graveyard, right? But... There really are
ghosts...ONs and OFFs: https://elliquiy.com/forums/onsoffs.php?u=16Legend:
Strength 5 (1)
Stamina 4 (1)
Charisma 3 (1)
Appearance 3 (1)
Intelligence 4 (1)
EPIC ATTRIBUTESEpic Attribute
*Animal Ken 1
Control 1 Automobile
Craft 1 Cook
: Appearance 1Epic Attribute
: Charisma 1Epic Attribute
: Intelligence 1Epic Attribute
: Stamina 1Epic Attribute
: Strength 1
- Lasting Impression - Description
- Benefit of the Doubt - Description
- Legendary Learner - Description
- Self Healing – 1 Legend/Health Level
- Vigil Brand - (Perception+Empathy/1 Legend)
- Unerring Orientation - (--/1 Legend)
: Samsara Purview
- Boon Water Breathing - (--/--)
- Lance of Bala (3): - Gaurdian
: Strong, willful, indefatigable. This spear has a long blade and a sturdy shaft. It has the statistics of a Naginata. It adds Peter's legend to his dexterity + melee rolls. It has a GM approved way of being either summoned or concealed. It grants acess tot he Guardian purview.
- Chackram of Tejas (3) - Guardian
: Invoking the divine virtue of splendor, this is a chackram similar to the one wielded by his father. It adds Peter's legend to his dexterity + throwing rolls. It's speed is reduced by one (to 5.) He may cause it to transform into a normal looking bracelet.
- Spashtata (2) -
Meaning Clarity, these gold rimmed spectacles grants the power Night Eyes. They add Peter's legend to Perception + Awareness rolls.
- Blossom of Karunya (1) - Health
This corsage is always fresh and never rumpled-even when it's been in his pocket. It sometimes seems to be a red rose, others white. Invoking the divine power of compassion, it grants access to the preview of Health.
- Parchment of Jnana, The Omniscient Scroll (1) - Psychopomp
This is a small, ornate scroll tube containing a roll of parchment and a vial of ink. It grants psychompomp affects by pouring the ink onto the parchment, which then coalesces into a map.
- Conch of Shakti (1) - Water
Shakti is the power of energy. This Conch grants dominion over water.
Chackram of Tejas
Accuracy (+0 +Legend) 8
Damage (+2L) 7L +1
Range (30) 90
Lance of Bala
Accuracy (+1+Legend) 8
Damage (+4?) 9L +1
Defense (+1 +Legend) 4
Clinch; Accuracy:, Damage: B, Speed: ; Piercing
Unarmed, Heavy; Accuracy:, Dmg B, Parry DV: , Speed
Unarmed, Light; Accuracy:, Dmg B, Parry DV: , Speed Join Battle
: 5B/3LHealth levels
: -0/-1/-1/-2/-2/-4/IncapacitatedDodge DV
: 4; Parry DV
Movement: 2; Dash: 8; Climb/Swim Speed:
Vertical Jump: 9; Horizontal Jump: 18
Weight capacity: 1,300
3 +1 Harmony