The Wizard's Folly, a DND Transformative game (LGQT+ Friendly) - >~*Full*~<

[Kimmy]

Any thoughts on my query, Kimmy? Should I finish up Edmund, or switch over and propose a female character instead?

Enough applications to start overlooking them! Excellent! @Stamps this project a success@ Edmund is fun looking - but I really want to see a segment of him... Being troublesome keen witted Great and Mighty "Everything but Wizard" writing sample? I must admit, I will look slightly more favourable on female applicants. However... It does just mean I'm far more likely to include some gender TF's in the first few dungeon puzzles :)

Finish Edmund, I'd like a sample,of him talking to people like he is the smartest in the room please. This is purely for my amusement... It's not really to help decide who gets in. Just overly demanding GMing
For your dream sequence, I'd like to see a .. Not quite a nightmare, but a nervous bad dream - kinda like turning up at school without any skirts on - a dream where Edmund fails and goes from trouble to worse, perhaps including some of his oh so helpful "I am smarter than thou" dialogue? Perhaps you can add in some monsters and oddities you might like to see as a TF (on yourself or others) - as part of the Circus or audience, whilst Edmund performs not quite so well? If you have another idea, go for it. But my goal is to sample his voice because I suspect I'll be very entertained, as well as sampling Emdund's perception of the more unusual monstrous, otherworldly and inhuman beings about. So I can get an idea of tailoring things towards both you and Edmund...

[Kimmy]

Interested, just need a bit of time to sit down and gather up some scattered ideas

Edit; I've got my idea, and no time to type it all up tonight. But we're going to add a local girl to the cast 

Time is fine. I've gotten a few more interests today - and you are all people whose names and writing is something both memorable and inspiring to me... Which makes me start to panic. I can't dismiss any of you. I'll wait another week before finalising applications if people need it.

[LordRod]

Name: Deathkiller DeathBlade
Age: 2 (physically 25)
Class: Monk
Concept: Intelligent Magic Sword turned into a human.  It still thinks its a weapon so it acts like it.
Race: Transformed Human
Appearance: Physically perfect, he is a slab of muscle of beef cake proportions with grace and agility.  He has long flowing blond hair and storm brown eyes, wearing only a simple loin cloth since clothes are stupid.  Oh. And boots, because rocks hurt.
Personality: Deathkiller is a philosophical guy, who likes to take things slow and ponderously except in combat where he is bold and wants to slice the enemy by the throat.  He believes in doing good to all beings and has a very wide perspective of reality.  He is particularly sympathetic to undead, constructs and summon beings magically compelled to obey another.  If they aren't jerks.
History: Once upon a time there was a lord's son who was a terrible fighter, so in order to make things better, they took the ancestral family blade that had been in the family for generations and paid to have it souped up a little.  It worked and kept the little lordling alive, for a while but the magic involved wasn't that stable to begin with.  Then the lordling encountered a little chaos magic, far away and died after being turned into a turnip and then eaten.  Deathkiller was turned into a human and while he revenged the lordling found himself without a purpose.  He went away to the island in hopes of peacefully retiring for the remained of his pathetic meatflesh days.  We can see how that is working out for him.
Temptations: Power ups.  The chance to become a sword again though ideally one that can animate itself....having a body does have its uses.  The chance to free the oppressed, and his version of that is different than most.
Transformations: Comfortable with anything.
Dream Sequence: Will think on this.

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[yesiroleplay]

Name: Deathkiller DeathBlade
Age: 2 (physically 25)
Class: Monk
Concept: Intelligent Magic Sword turned into a human.  It still thinks its a weapon so it acts like it.
Race: Transformed Human
Appearance: Physically perfect, he is a slab of muscle of beef cake proportions with grace and agility.  He has long flowing blond hair and storm brown eyes, wearing only a simple loin cloth since clothes are stupid.  Oh. And boots, because rocks hurt.
Personality: Deathkiller is a philosophical guy, who likes to take things slow and ponderously except in combat where he is bold and wants to slice the enemy by the throat.  He believes in doing good to all beings and has a very wide perspective of reality.  He is particularly sympathetic to undead, constructs and summon beings magically compelled to obey another.  If they aren't jerks.
History: Once upon a time there was a lord's son who was a terrible fighter, so in order to make things better, they took the ancestral family blade that had been in the family for generations and paid to have it souped up a little.  It worked and kept the little lordling alive, for a while but the magic involved wasn't that stable to begin with.  Then the lordling encountered a little chaos magic, far away and died after being turned into a turnip and then eaten.  Deathkiller was turned into a human and while he revenged the lordling found himself without a purpose.  He went away to the island in hopes of peacefully retiring for the remained of his pathetic meatflesh days.  We can see how that is working out for him.
Temptations: Power ups.  The chance to become a sword again though ideally one that can animate itself....having a body does have its uses.  The chance to free the oppressed, and his version of that is different than most.
Transformations: Comfortable with anything.
Dream Sequence: Will think on this.

And remember, if you can inspire emotions in these sections, there are prizes to be awarded from me :) So show off and give me some fun reading!

Damn it LR
I was working offline on a intelligent magical golden dagger!
Back to the drawing board...

[Zaer Darkwail]

Well, nothing prevents you running a golden dagger turned to human :). Just have different motivations/goals (and origins).

[LordRod]

Indeed.

And wow Zeitgeist!

Let's turn weirdness into opportunity and maybe share origin stories? Creators?

[yesiroleplay]

Well, nothing prevents you running a golden dagger turned to human :). Just have different motivations/goals (and origins).

Actually, I wasn't going to have the dagger transformed at game start.  It would have been wielded by a "meat-boat" which would have either been a throwaway NPC, or get promoted to my PC when I dumped the dagger, depending on how the story and transmutations went.

But multiple intelligent weapon backstories seems odd to me, unless there's a reason for it.  Like a powerful and vindictive wizard in the vicinity who has a habit of cursing people into objects.
I mean, yeah I could easily write backstory around the duplication of base concepts, but it's just as easy to start over.  In fact I've already started on an idea for a half-orc hooker.

[Chulanowa]

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Name: Elenetha Muddle
Age: She's been seventeen for at least three years.
Class: Level 5 Barmaid. Adventuring class to be determined in the future (probably rogue. Maybe cleric of the local beer god. Or cake god. Or if there's a goddess of beer and cake, and probably love. ...actually that spunds fun, I'll think on it!)
Concept: Elenetha's a local serving girl at the Pig's Ear Tavern and Grill. She's had her head filled with tales of Adventure! and Derring-Do™ by the wizards' guests who frequented the tavern, but never thought she would be part of such a thing. until now! (dramatic music)
Race: Half-Elf. Not some long lineage of lost empires and ancient kings. No hidden secrets of ancient dark elven undercities. No, just an elf lady and a human man spending some quality time together roughly two decades ago. Probably in the woods. Elenetha would honestly rather not think about her parents doing that, really.
Appearance: Elenetha assumes she takes strongly after her mother. Maybe it's just because she stands out so much in a town full of humans. She barely stands over five feet tall, and tends to wear her thick blonde hair up to look taller. Her fair pink skin never tans, nor does it get sunburned (not that the weather in Simpleton is exactly sun-baked) - but it does freckle on occasion. While her short height and willowy frame are unusual enough among the women of Simpleton, what really makes her stand out are the long points of her ears, and the luminous green of her eyes - eyes that reflect in the dark much as a cat's. She usually dresses in the clothing typical of a commoner girl, a dirndl blouse with layered skirts, matched with an apron for work and a thick felt cloak for chilly weather. When on adventures... well... She hasn't had an adventure yet, so hard to say...
Personality: Elenetha is a lively, sweet-tempered girl. She's always willing to lend one of her (rather prodigious) ears - unfortunately whatever you say might just fly out the other side. She's not dumb, just... maybe a little on the ditzy side. Often in her own thoughts. She knows she's different from the other villagers, but not in a "ha-ha-ha-I'll-show-you-all!" kind of way. Even so she's happy to meet new people, or give time to old people, or really any social interaction; she's naive enough to think this is what gets her all those great tips at the Pig's Ear. She's always been curious about her elven parentage, and that's only gotten more apparent in recent years. While normally not the adventurous sort herself - she's never even left Simpleton! - she loves the idea of adventure; all the ex-adventurers with arrow wounds in their knees, spoon-playing bards, and shadowy corner-lurkers that visit the Pig's Ear have intrigued her. So it's only natural that she wouldn't think ahead too much, and volunteer to investigate the wizard's tower.
History: Elenetha doesn't have a complicated past - unless you consider the complications that her conception caused between two married couples. For some reason unknown to her, her elvish mother was unable or unwilling to raise her, and delivered the girl to Elenetha's father, Egbertt. She still has no idea how the two could have met, what does a mushroom merchant do to attract the eye of an elvish woman, exactly?
   Poor Egbertt. His wife left him for this, of course, moving back to her mother's house in Shetburg. Egbertt was left to raise a little girl all by himself, when he could barely manage to raise a puppy. In fact he may have confused the two for a time, Elenetha has a distinct memory of having a favorite squeaky toy when she was little. Fortunately the other women of the village managed to step in and offer their help.
   Growing up took quite a while for Elenetha to do - right now the youngest of her playmates has been married for six years and has three children. As she got older, some things started to change; the other ladies of the village got a lot less friendly, and Dad suddenly developed a deeply distrustful view of the men of Simpleton. Elenetha didn't worry too much about it, she knew people could get crochety as they aged, so maybe this was normal. Still, it was an uphill fight for her to convince Egbertt to let her get a job. After all, they needed the extra money because mushrooms weren't exactly selling like hotcakes - and he refused to get into the hotcake business. Of course, she didn't tell him that she had already been hired by Mrs. Hornmelon, at the Pig's Ear.
   Ah, the Pig's Ear Tavern and Grill. The cultural epicenter of Simpleton (for better and worse.) Here is where the guests of the Creepy Wizard Guy would come to stay and spend their money, spew their tales, and ogle some tails. For Elenetha though, it was a job, first and foremost. Mrs. Hornmelon gave her a basic training on which way wandering fingers didn't like to be bent, and dad advised her "dinnae take neh crrrrap frem ennyone, me gell" but honestly? Elenetha finds their worries to be unfounded. She's not sure why the patrons keep telling her their room numbers (She works the floor, not laundry, after all!) and all the snickering when she professes that she's a "professional girl" goes right by her. But hte tips are very nice, so clearly the good visitors to the Pig's Ear have an appreciation for timely, cheerful service.
   And then the corn rain happened. All the beer in the Pig's Ear turned into expensive, well-aged red wine... making it pretty much useless for the clientelle. Elenetha grew a full half-inch overnight, both up and across. And then the whole "wizard's tower is flying" thing. Elenetha had spent three years getting her head filled with tales of adventure and derring-do, but never had the gumption to go out into the world. But now adventure has come to her, and she put her name in for the expedition to see what happened. Only within hte last few hours, and seeing how... thin the "competition" is, has she started to worry. Oh well, too late now!

Temptations: Archetypical "adventure hook" tropes. A wizardly old man offers a task. Two doors guarded by imps, one who always tells the truth and the other who always lies. And you know what, since you mentioned it? Cake. Elenetha's always had a small dream of opening a pastry shop to make beautiful sweets, so that might catch her eye. Damsels in distress are a good one too - I mean, not that it means anything, having a damsel in particular, but that's what adventurers do, right? Plus can you imagine a chap in distress... (okay, maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea either, if Elenetha gave it thought... hmmm. Maybe both... *distracted sigh*)  On a rather less silly note, Elenetha's always been curious about elves, in that sort of intense "wait wait let me finish reading this the dragon can wait" sort of way. And speaking of which, dragons are pretty amazing, at least from what she's heard. She'll also never, never admit it... but Elenetha has a simple, guilty little thing... she likes to have money. She's not greedy per se, but she grew up in a mudbrick hut full of mushrooms, and understands that coinage is a very useful thing indeed.
Transformations: I've always wanted to have a centaur or satyr kind of character, and gender shifting / transformations are always fun. Full-on animal transformations are no problem, so long as we're avoiding the creepier insect sorts. Hell, turn her into a wheelbarrow with a supergenius IQ and a fetish for a firm grip by the handles. All I ask is avoiding body horror. The line is somewhere at Body brief-uncomfortableness-but-hey-this-is-kinda-neat.

Dream Sequence: Totally a work in progress!

[LordRod]

Actually, I wasn't going to have the dagger transformed at game start.  It would have been wielded by a "meat-boat" which would have either been a throwaway NPC, or get promoted to my PC when I dumped the dagger, depending on how the story and transmutations went.

But multiple intelligent weapon backstories seems odd to me, unless there's a reason for it.  Like a powerful and vindictive wizard in the vicinity who has a habit of cursing people into objects.
I mean, yeah I could easily write backstory around the duplication of base concepts, but it's just as easy to start over.  In fact I've already started on an idea for a half-orc hooker.

Fair enough. If you come back to the idea let me know since I already had some ideas

[Sain]

Alright been working on mine in PMs but it should be ready now. I'll give you link to gallery with some transformation inspirations.

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Name: James Goodall
Age: Young Adult
Class: ‘Somekinda Gunslinger’ lvl 1
Concept: Pretty boy wannabe Gunslinger
Race: Human with a nymph grand-dad and who knows what else in the family tree
Appearance: Diluted as it is nymph blood's charisma bonus shines through in the gentle androgynous curves of James’ soft body, and the effeminate beauty of his voice and features. He carries himself with a mix of pretending to be the toughest thing since adamantium and girly charm in the combination that gets him most attention from his friends. It is all a calculated facade. James isn't actually tough at all. His ego is paper, and really he would rather be wearing comfy panties and a dress rather than those scruffy clothes. One thing he never leaves house without it is dad’s old hat, one of the signature items of Goodall bloodline. To battle he wears a bright red poncho and functional leather armor. During downtime it’s usually skimpy little shorts with big flowy dress sized shirts that probably belonged to someone else (bro was two heads taller 18 strength goliath of a man).
Personality: James is proud of himself - his body, and his skills. He has absolutely no shame for bragging and boasting about anything that he might have done or heard. Quite often the stories are embellished with a good handful of white lies. It’s not that he wants to be obnoxious, he has just grown up around people who he looked up to and now wants to be like them, and hey, a clear sight of the goal means you're  halfway there already. His need to show off can sometime drag James into trouble when he tries to take risks just to prove he is right or to make himself seem cool in the spotlight. Furthermore he is still a bit too immature to admit his fault. If things do go wrong James’ first reaction is to rationalize things as they’re happening to pretend it’s all his plan. He is rather easily thrown off by his cool by bullying and any jabs against his character. The absolute worst fear James has is to be ridiculed or humiliated in front of other people.

On the other hand James actually does care about others besides just valuing their opinion of himself. He feels a great sense of empathy to other people’s problems and joys, though he might approach the whole deal of making them smile from a bit bad angle. Despite his seemingly confident and flamboyant self James is not very skilled socially. He is rather straightforward, and doesn’t really stop to think if the ‘cool words’ are the right words. When he gets going he won’t stop.

James is of course bi or pan sexual (because it would be a crime if he didn’t get to suck on something). He is going to be rather inexperienced so that he can grow to like strange shameful things within the floating castle. The basis of his sexuality will like much of the rest of his personality revolve around him wanting  to please others. Praise and attention in lewd context would make him purr. He will be ready to do just about anything to make others feel good even if it means casting himself in less than admirable light.
History: James was born to a long line of bounty hunters known to mingle with other races. His dad was a half nymph half human, his mother a half elf, but in his lineage there is at least a dash of everything mixed in from dragon to goblin. The story of every boy and girl from Goodall lineage usually follows along the lines of: Grow a crush on your bounty and elope together into another country. Dad did it, and just last week big bro did it, scoring with a cute sphinx. The family heirloom gun

forged

The story goes that great great great granny Grymjaw Steelbomb was one of the greatest gunsmiths of all of Ironvein - the old dwarven stronghold known for its gunsmiths. She had forged many a great gun in her time many of which became known around the world and caused more than a few deaths that would have been impossible without them. Naturally she earned the jealousy of her rivals, and there are few things deadlier than jealous dwarves. Someone put a bounty on granny. The Goodall forefather picked up his crossbow and hat and set to work.

Her luscious orange beard and big blue eyes shot through him before he could draw. It was quite the little ruckus that he caused back then trying to hunt down the ones who had set up the bounty to make the world safe for his beloved. However, he was mere side character and the story had established that there had to be mischievous and evil dwarves. It was not so easy  to bend the lore for one woman. Instead grand papa Goodall carried her away and into safety, abandoning the bounty hunting career and starting a sweets bakery (like just about every married Goodall does). It is said that as the present to their daughter the dwarf mama used all of papa's accumulated treasures and rare ores and forged the Goodall heirloom revolver.

by James’ great great great grandma (dwarf) went from big bro to the next in line. James was content with where his life would go, even if he was destined to be a side character mentioned only by name when a hero walked past and noticed his peculiar hat. He was taking his sweet time deciding which of the wanted posters would be his first job when the whole Shard of Chaos fiasco happened.

James was first in the line of strangers with eccentric and annoying demeanor. Like usual he botched the insight check when checking for the motive when the mayor told him they needed a gunman extraordinaire as part of the hero team. Not that it would’ve mattered. An opportunity to rise above and become the coolest gunman ever would’ve been enough to make James volunteer on his own. Now that he has officially become part of the party James has shamelessly titled himself as the Death of Reaper, and began practicing his autograph.
Temptations: James is an absolute sucker for any chances to be heroic and cool so people in distress, and simply difficult obstacles can be enough to make him try his chances on the odds. More specifically he would also lower his guard for any clever or mischievous enemy that would praise him somehow. If there is a sexual element to the temptation be it from a guy or girl he would also fall in a snap, unless there are party members around to pull him out of it. Likewise anything that gets him flustered or aroused will lead James into not being all that focused on anything else and to many misjudgements. Anything that looks remotely boomsticky would also immediately make him want to obtain it, though all kinds of other loot would likely work just as well. He could also be tempted to risk transformations (or outright take on some) by promises of great power.
Transformations:

• Super cool with body proportions changing: hips, breasts, butt, changing between chubby and toned. Also any gender bending is also welcome as are all sorts of fun changes to his genitalia, from turning them into tentacles to giving him multiple penises.
• Varying degrees of furrification paired with gaining animalistic personality traits, losing ability to speak normal language and such are also great. Full on animal forms and such could be fun too for some comedic moments. Monsters as well, for sexy ones too. Especially stuff like harpy that can’t really use their arms anymore (wings) could be nice for someone so reliant on firearms
• Also any stuff that restricts movement such as becoming an object, mermaid tail for legs, turning into goo monster, restrictive clothing that can’t be removed etc. (or maybe even becoming such clothing for another character).
• In general I like the idea of the transformation being either something that the character is forced to come to terms with and changes their thinking or something that results in fun fun perilous situations such as becoming a mouse and another party member a cat, or the threat of the character becoming a sexy piece of furniture forever if they can’t escape and get dipped into that cauldron of bubbling latex or slimex or what you might call it here.
• Smaller stuff is nice too such as just piercings, tattoos, unremovable collars or parasites that somehow change the character’s appearance. Memory loss and such could also be fun after transformation so that some parts of the personality stay and the character just is super confused.
• A bit unrelated but all kinds of non transformative curses and such would be cool too. From simple stuff such as the character becoming unable to pull the trigger if they’re aroused or if they don’t some certain phrase to outright draconian and strange orders.
• Since this is a bit tongue in cheek D&D alignment changes could also be fun. Just something like a badge telling James that “You’re Chaotic Evil now” Without any explanation IC or in narration and just him being “Okay. I guess I’m chaotic Evil now. Nothing I can do ‘bout that!” and see where that goes

It’s also fun if he gets some good stuff, but that is then taken away.

I would love some bad ‘ends’ too, especially if the character could be rescued or pulled out by the friendlies.

Peril and bondage are also fun, though don’t have to include actual smut even if they have some high sexual tension (or rather might be more fun that way :3)

I can’t really think of any super big nonos.

Dream Sequence:”Pew pew pew!” James’ gun downed another ten goblin bandits. More poured into the street through doors and windows. He was not fazed. James dodged their blows, and shot them down. Just another day for the Death of Reaper. “He-he-he~” He  was still so proud of that name. It would get him everyone’s respect for sure! He had to say something cool after the victory, “And that’ll teach you goons not to mess with”-nah that wouldn’t work-”and that’ll. That will…  Now you know not to mess…” Whatever. James decided that if it was the real deal he could do it no problem.

The excitement of the battle calmed down. They all came to congratulate him, even

big bro

and

Dynja

. Bro was so proud of him!

Dad

too, and even

Sally

. She was all grown up. So cute! She had been so nice to him as a kid - the best Yog Soggoth in the world! James hoped that he would one day meet her again. They all pat James on the back and told him he was the bestest Goodall ever. Dynja came closer, smiling that all knowing smile, and gave James a kiss one the cheek. He blushed, wanted more. The sphinx was so pretty. Bro was too lucky. “MMhh... “ James put his tongue into it.

They went from the street into his bedroom. Dynja lay on her back, her huge body nearly crushing the human sized bed. James was on all fours, licking away at her diligently. She told him he was good boy like the time when bro first brought her home. James was so happy. He wanted her to praise him more, but then… Who would be there to praise big bro if he took Dynja away?

The guilt - it hit hard. The sex scene was no more. James sat in front of dad and big bro. Mom was there too, as was

uncle Dred

. They all looked down at him. The usual smiles were gone. They had the face they do whenever someone leaves on a seriously dangerous bounty. He couldn’t come up with anything. He couldn’t even open his mouth! Big bro shook his head. Dad was about to speak. James’ heart was pounding. He was panicking. It was too much. He didn’t wanna hear. “Nonononono!” He fled their house, the town, the country. He ran through planes and vistas he had only ever heard of.

There were always people in trouble, though, even on some town with so little narrative details that you couldn’t tell whether it was a village or just an inn and a bunch of cardboard fronts. James decided that he could probably live there. Yup. He could live there. The people had troubles with monsters. Nobody really dared to arrest them for crimes they committed on the pretense that big monsters were scary and inhumane. James knew better.

He was on a hunt, walking down some abandoned dead forest, poncho billowing in the autumn wind. “Nuthing much could really make my heart feel any colder,” the boy thought, imagining himself a cool lonely rider (well, without the mount anyway). A lonely leaf danced across the road. He cast his head up. A dark clothed

witch

with her face concealed behind a wide brimmed hat looked down upon him with the smuggest smile in all of Daymon’s End.

“What do ya want?” James snapped, palm hovering on the pommel of his revolver.

The witch laughed. “Fufufu…  Lil boy. Did you think you could run?” she said, sounding exactly like Dynja.

Huh? The panic. It was back. “Why?” Why couldn’t he escape this. He didn’t even understand what he had done wrong anymore. The witch seemed to enjoy James’ confusion. He tried to run again, but this time the ground turned to sludge beneath him. James fell. He turned around and she stood above him. Her wand flickered. James closed his eyes.

“I know what you did~” she teased. For a moment there was pause. James wondered what foul spell she would cast upon her. Would she turn him into…  If there were spiders in the forest and he was small it would be big trouble. To his dismay James found himself reawaken as a tiny puny

pixie lady

. His clothes were in a pile around him. His gun was enormous.  “No!” he squeaked in a tiny high pitched voice. Just then

a spider

appeared.

It was no struggle. James was wrapped up, arms cocooned behind her. Her legs were wide open, all bound by the sticky web that held her upside down. All around were other small cocoons in the shapes of humanoids moaning and struggling in the web. James tried to scream, tried to escape. Nothing. The spider’s shadow approached. She spoke in arachnid. She only understood a few words, but when she pulled out the ovipositor she got it. It approached her nethers. James tugged on her bonds desperately. Was this how it was going to end? She was a helpless little pixie in the depths of the forest, tied and destined to breed arachnid babies.

The ovipositor touched him. “Mmmgh! Fhmh!”James moaned in protest. He felt…  nothing. How is that supposed to feel?

The nightmare ended. James’ eyes opened. “Mhhgh!” He was all tangled up in the sheets. It was hard to breathe. He struggled, and in a moment was untangled, sitting on the edge of his bed, panting.

James looked up. It wasn’t time to wake up yet. He tried to think back on the dream, but details were already spilling through his fingers and into oblivion.

[Zaer Darkwail]

Nice concepts there Chulanowa and Sain :). I edited my application bit (add more details how he became incarnate and binder).

[jeflint]

Name: Celes "The Damned" Starfall
Age: 125
Class: Rogue
Concept: Rogue with a wish to live.
Race: Shadar-Kai (Shadow Fey)
Appearance: Celes seems to vanish into the darkness easily, her skin is dark blue, a similar shade to those of Drow heritage and something that Celes will never answer. Her hair is long and white. When on the job she wears the darkest of robes and leather. She has pretty elven features like her fey cousins

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Personality: Celes has a personality that can be best described as mercurial. In the heart of battle she is cruelly sadistic, frequently going for the kill and dragging out the battle as long as she could, for battle is where she feels most alive. When on the clock nothing will stop her from accomplishing a mission. When she's hanging out with the very few friends, really people she has freely invited to join her in drinking, she is a good and jovial person. As if every second could be her very last moment. She does not concern herself with grudges or petty revenge and has worked with past enemies, it was just business. Because of her race, not drow, Celes must live to the fullest because someday soon her soul will be consumed by the very shadows in which she makes her living. Her biggest fear is her greatest ally. The shadows are always calling to Celes and there's a chance that her soul will be fletched away little by little and when her soul is gone can Celes still claim to be the same person? Can she even claim to be alive?
History: Celes like many of her friends and family was born to a family line that had long sought to banish the creatures of light and sided with the demons. The fools hadn't realized what that meant and willingly consigned their souls to the darkness in exchange for the power to banish all races into the shadow. This was long before Celes's birth but she is still cursed to be sucked into the darkness her ancestors had so adored. Celes's life was pretty standard for any fey, blessed with a long life and with little to do. She took to living for the moment when she realized the horrible truth that her soul could vanish in any more.
With her carefree attitude she became a thief, a decent one but where she excelled was assassination. Slipping from shadow to shadow and ending the life of whomever paid her price. She didn't charge much for assassinations and she came to known as the cheapest assassin in the guild. She killed to fill a hole in her soul, a hole that could not nor would ever be filled.
With good money and steady work she became a regular at the bars, often paying handsomely to the bards and those to drink. There would always be more work and more money. Besides she couldn't take it with her so why should she keep any of it? Many would consider her the worst of the worst. She had no morals or qualms about killing, robbing or fighting anyone. When she heard about the transformations and the wizards attempt to become immortal Celes knew she had to kill him for his power and to ascend herself. Now with the fear of the world constantly morphing Celes's blood is invigorated. Finally a moment to live for!
Temptations: Celes hopes that by journeying into the tower she will gain her cure from her curse. Transformations entice her, surely they magic is strong enough to break a curse she inherited. Celes's thinking is she cannot have her soul consumed by the darkness if she is no longer a Shadow Fey. Her fearless nature means there is nothing that will dissuaded her from her goal.
Transformations: Sending in a PM
Dream Sequence: Her long dark night had come to an end, the copper smelling liquid that she stood waist deep in had no end but that didn't dissuaded her. Thick red liquid was as thick as honey, sticking to her and sinking into her clothing. The slogging continued as the sun slowly rose over a lone hill. Her feet sunk into the muck under the liquid, sucking her down, making each step a herculean effort. The faces of her friends and lovers appearing in the swirling ruby like liquid. A low keeling whine pierced through her skin and sending a chill through her soaked bones. The sun's rapid decent with the rising tide of boiling liquid cooked her alive yet no relief could be found for her freezing bones. Her skin peeling and flaking on one hand and rotting and becoming worm infested on the other. A scream wailed up in her throat but sound could not shatter her stone vocal cords. Each and every belabored step bringing her closer and closer to the hill and it's looming stone service. Someday she would climb upon this mountain. But it seemed to get further and further with each tick of the clock. Her joints stiff and creaking. The world grew black and empty as her eyes rotted in her sockets... Her end as always absorbed by the darkness that lived in her.

And remember, if you can inspire emotions in these sections, there are prizes to be awarded from me :) So show off and give me some fun reading!

[Muse]

   Sain, did James grow up in Simpleton?  I see Elenetha did.  (She's cute!)  How about others?  It might be fun to have some back story awareness of each other-if not out and out mingled histories. 

[Sain]

He did. Anyone is free to know him if they want. I'm open especially for some negative character links rather than the boring old "everyone is friends". Nothing that warrants backstabbing or such, but just something to use for fun IC drama and conflict.

[Zaer Darkwail]

Maybe James and Jason met one day in Simpleton and James flirted with Jason...at first Jason thought James was a girl (not aware he is trap) and so assumed a pretty girl was flirting with him. But when James told Jason was 'pretty girl' or anything more gender based compliment, Jason went ballistic and during it discovered James was also a pretty boy but unlike Jason, James was proud of his looks.

In this regards they have solid arguments whenever they meet (and James perhaps trying get Jason accept his femine looks and open up more sexually but Jason is more 'straight' in sexuality at moment and in truth hates his own looks lacking anything masculine about it). Overall James knows to beware Jason whenever he has hammer around as he knows how use it .

[Muse]

   Trying to work on this more before I fall asleep.  May need to doze off some first. 

Name:   Berthram "Ram" "The Pedestrian"

Age:   21

Class:   Fighter

Concept:   An educated farm boy who left to see the world as part of a mericnary company called The Crimson Century.  He returned four years later, having made his fortune, hoping to woo his childhood sweetheart.
   Berthram will be Alice in this wonderland.   Grounded in what he considers reality, he will be the rather dizzy hint of normal perspective that reminds us how out of whack everything is. 

Race:   Plain old vanilla human. 

Appearance: Berthram is tall (6'5"), broad shouldered, and beefy.  He has short honey blond curls and a beard he keeps close cropped and shaped. 
   During his time in the Crimson Century, Berthram's kit--an update of the old imperial legionaries--involves a suit of full mail, a large rectangular shield, and a gladius. 

Personality:
   Berthram is friendly and cheerful.  He is assertive and confident.  When he woos a woman or tells a joke he does so with confidence, and acedes in good grace if the joke proved bad or the kiss unwanted. 
   Berthram is couragous, willing to put forth his best effort--even risking his life--to protect a friend or an inocnet. 
   Berthram is inquisitive.  He reads whenever he can. He asks questions of experts, sometimes astute, others dense, but believes there are no stupid questions. 
   Berthram is playful. 

History: Second son of a farmer here in Simpleton, Berthram was a hard worker growing up.  He leared fast that if he wanted to play with his friends or get reading lessons from his uncle--a local preist--he had to finish his chores quikcly and effectiently. 
   His family had vegtable gardens where they used a traditional halfling method of growing sqaush, beans and corn in the same patch to keep the soil rich.  They had large fields of grains--wheat, barely and spelt.  They also grew a bit of tocacco as a cash crop and to keep the insects at bay. 
   His friends were mixed in age, gender, and race.  They included an older girl who liked to makke up and tell stories--Kilminee.  There were half elf twin brothers with whom he liked to play swords.  There was a halfing boy named Jerry, who liked to play ball and darts.  There was also a beautiful younger girl named Ti, who was only there in January because she traveled with her father, a silk merchant. 
   When Ti was thirteen, Bertram--whom she called Ram--was falling in love with her.  They shared their first kisses together. 
   Berthram knew that Ti would be marrying beneath her station if he asked her to wed him.  He came up with the ambition to find the money to buy a cider mill, knowing it would put them on closer to equal social footing, and that he'd be able to entrust it to an employ for a time and travel with her. 
   At sixteen, a mercinary company called The Crimson Century was in town doing work for the Wizard.  Berthram impressed their leader, Luc the Centurion, enough to earn membership.  He spent the next four years traveling the world, learnign the sword, and earning enoguh of a fortune to buy his own orchard and cidred press. 
   His friends in the Century nicknamed him, "Pedestrian," becuase he was tireless on the march. 
   "I learned a lot of things in the Century," Berthram could explain, "I think the most important one was that to suceed in any endeavor you must find the most rational strategy to solving a problem, and then you must work in concert with your team to apply it." 

Temptations:

Transformations:

Dream Sequence:
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[TheLaughingOne]

Kimmy! My guess on the Poem, Are You Ready?

If there are still openings.. Gots me an idea of a voodoo style Orc Warlock or something...:3

[Kimmy]

Ok so surprise baby sitting duties have been dispensed with (my day off included visitors, family, babysitting, voting, ferrying friends to vote and omg life just hit me - and heatstroke for the fun because we went to the pool).

Gah.,, soo many applications and I love them all. I'm doing an active count now because I've got about the right amount. And I'm writing up the first in game threads now as well.

On the poem, it was inspired by Mulan 2, I wanna be like other girls... It's kinda a reverse play... And maybe just a little stretch. But everyone who guessed can start with a magic potion for free. Thankies for the fun guesses. My favourite answer is the last - friends on the other side

Updates inbound over the next few minutes..

[Zaer Darkwail]

*cheers*

[Kimmy]

Ok, so I've got a lot to say and I've had a lot of applications {OMG Thankies so much for all the applications and efforts! Only one fell below the par and that seems mostly because it's so incomplete. And I hate the name... Hate it enough to contemplate a 3 page summarised essay on names...} anyway, here is a short summary of the applications.

I had promised myself to give out a magical artifact, a bonus level, extra starting gold, a random magical item and some feats/skills. Also your starting stats is determined in part by your application. So there are awards to give.

First of all, remember anyone who guessed at my poems inspiration, gets a free potion. Throw me some suggestions for what you want and I'll approve one.

~ Muse: Your warrior is so plain, so simple, so begging to be tormented! Also, since you were the one who told me to run a game (actually, you whined at me sadly that you never get to play in my games... And I'm a total sucker for puppy dog eyes). I enjoyed your Bertram - and since you inspired all of this and wanted to start with your soldiers equipment, I'll be giving you bonus starting equipment.

~ Chulanpwa: I laughed so much, such a pleasure to read! And for the audacity of applying as a level 5 barmaid, you may start with 2 class levels.

~ Aeval: Having discussed Vartiter with you over Skype, I'm rather looking forward to exploring your Swashbuckling sorceress with you. As you are new to system games, I'd like to give you an extra use when rolling her stats - and a exotic proficiency feat. This lets you wield an unusual weapon, shield or armor of your choice. You are welcome to describe to me what sort of unusual weapon or armor you'd like and I'll make up rules for it. Swashbucklers have been known to use cloaks as shields, Indiana Jones had his whip of many uses, Japan has its ladies war fans (which can be either shields or weapons) - and there are old crescent blades that functioned both as shields and blades. Or you might have other thoughts? Maybe something from a story or show? Bounce me some thoughts and we'll work on something together.

~ Jeflint: Wah... A wonderfully deep character! Enticing in different ways - I do wonder what I shall do with her. You can have a random magical item - though it will be demonic in power. Through me some ideas for an item they've inherited perhaps from their family - or perhaps some thoughts to using it to break their curse (it's power comes from the demon in question, so perhaps a great wizard could use it to summon and defeat or renegotiate the old deal?) I hope to turn it into a subplot for the group to explore. And hey, I like demons! And you're all level 1... Surely a demon won't be too difficult to manage...

~ Sain:  James Goodall is cute and had me laughing to read as well. Humor is important in my style :) I want to involve Jame's family in my dungeon somehow - so you just have to get in. Well, I really liked James too James bonus will be getting guns and some magical munitions. Given my world didn't have any, that's advantage enough

~ Zaer Darkwail: Jason Stonard the Incarnate/Binder. I like the character but honestly, I've no notion what a binder is. So you'll have to educate me there. But assuming I'm not horrified by the class, you'll be fine. You were also the first full sheet in and had a wonderful use of imagery, so there is a bonus coming to you. A bonus die for stats and a random magical item. Pick an item category and I'll roll up something.

~ Vondoom - Edmund Aelvson, charming bastard comes to mind with a smile. Is there any chance I can convince you to give him a tophat? Have a hat of holding - an old magicians hat so yet it can store small fluffy animals as well. And increase your skill points by one per level. Because he's so cocky he has to be good at something.

~ LordRod: Your character is too incomplete to consider I'm afraid. And I really truly hate the name. It doesn't seem to fit what so,some might name their sword - nor what a sword would name itself... It feels too much like a online gaming handle as well. It ruins all illusions for me and so, we'd have to discuss any new names to ensure I don't want to reject a concept for their name alone...
That said, I'm a fan of Magical weapon turned in people. So to both you & ~
~ YesSirIRoleplay: Since I really do like the idea of a magical weapon turned into a person, please submit your character concept. I really enjoyed Delve the Webcomic and I'd love to see the concept done justice. Shoot me what you've got please :)

Okay, so I've got 7 concepts I'm happy with, and they leaves one spot more for a magical weapon concept to be battled over. So I'm officially closing applications to any new players at present. Thankies for all the applications and fun charries to torment! 8 PCs should be my limit of what I'd like to handle - and I imagine we'll lose a couple like you always do. If we do, I'll think about reopening applications then.

@spins@ Now to post some character creation rules and such for you all.

[Zaer Darkwail]

Kimmy: Well, binder details are in here (class mechanics). But overall fluff wise they are guys who draw weird symbols, conjure spectral versions of entities beyond time and space (from plane which excists between planes), entities which fell off from normal loop what happens normally to people when they die or tragic event occurs (one entity example tried track down plane where vestiges are but he mysteriously disappeared....until first binder summoned him as one, while other is a guy who ran off because of great shame he created for his entire race in one world and was never seen again).

But overall binder forms pacts and through forming pacts gain powers but if he makes bad pact; he ends up with physical sign of the pact (it varies from hidden arrow heads under your skin from having hoofed feet, horns or turn sickly looking or have three eyes) and also fall under minor influenced partly by the entity (one example is to spit upon temples or any holy symbols you come across with and refusing to act according the influence penalizes you statically).

Anyways magic item I wish to get is; light armor. I could imagine as stone mason he has magical working apron (which functions also as leather armor but also got other magic in it).

[TheLaughingOne]

Aaaawwwww Fup. never saw mulan 2.. Just figured with snakes and transformation, tied to voodoo (the two being intertwined) hence princess & Frog..

For a kick, check out the French, german, and especially the Russian versions of Friends on the otherside:3

So one last question.. Still room for one more..?

[Kimmy]

Here is the main Game thread. with links to the other threads inside. A world map and an in character thread are being worked upon. But we've lost my map in the move, so it might be a little subpar for now...

With 7 players, I don't want more applications - except from YesSirIRoleplay and LordRod, as their concept is too cool too refuse not looking over. Sorry if you've missed out.. But I considering axing it down to 6... But they are all too fun to refuse.

[TheLaughingOne]

aawww:(

Fair 'nough though! Wish you a good and fun game one and all!!

[jeflint]

Here is the main Game thread. with links to the other threads inside. A world map and an in character thread are being worked upon. But we've lost my map in the move, so it might be a little subpar for now...

With 7 players, I don't want more applications - except from YesSirIRoleplay and LordRod, as their concept is too cool too refuse not looking over. Sorry if you've missed out.. But I considering axing it down to 6... But they are all too fun to refuse.

Kimmy just a heads up this link is giving me trouble, looks like there are 2 HTTP tags in it. If anyone else is having problems here is the URL. https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264252.0,