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Caine Climate/Terrain: City Diet: Omnivorous HP: 48/80 (I'm Feeling Tired and Funny) Attacks: 9mm Pistol,Army Knife or Melee combat with fists Rarity: Unique Group Type: Single or in groups Spells Known: N/A Racial Enemy: Teletubbies |
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Doxin1 Climate: Indianapolis HP: 18/85 Attacks: Melee of paperclip, email of acid strength Rarity:? Group Type: travels in 3's Spells Known: Ability to draw mindless users for tech support. Racial Enemy: Computer Illiterate end users! |
Neb Climate/Terrain: City Intelligence: 7-17(Depends on topic and amount of sleep.) Activity Cycle: Night and Day. Diet: Omnivorous Treasure: Special Attacks: 1 per round Rarity: Unique Social Organisation: Loner Special Attacks: Wierdness, CD-Rom Chackram. Special Defenses: Immunity to Wierdness, Immunity to Sleep(http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif). |
I Am Raymond Climate/Terrain: Suburb Diet: Omnivorous, tendency towards pepperoni pizza and cheesy burritos HP: 65/95 (Long night at a costume party...) Attacks: Primarily Hand-to-Hand combat with Martial Arts training, backup with butterfly swords or nunchaku Rarity: Unique (I'm a sensitive guy...) Group Type: Primarily single, with occasional romance sub-plots... Spells Known: Absolute Political BS, Confounding Query, Engineer's Gobbldeygook Racial Enemy: Morons and ignoramuses (sp?) |
Byronas
Climate/Terrain: City Activity Cycle:Noon and Afternoon HP: 30/40 Diet: Chokolates! Treasure: Special Social Organisation: Single Racial Enemy: My computer ------------------ http://www.angelfire.com/rpg/castlet...ifs/knight.gif http://members.fortunecity.com/agrid...s/byronas2.gif Where there are monsters and barbarians there will be Byronas fighting against them. Leader of Keldorn's Order |
Your sight is nearly as fuzzy as your underwear, and the things that are certain seem more fancy than fact. As unlikely as it may seem, you have pure Budweiser coursing through your veins. You are a product of the Time of Closing, a cataclysmic period when the barmen were made flesh and forced you to stagger out of their establishments. One such Barman foresaw both the event and your inevitable attempt to return, and so took steps to prevent you re-entering. This barman strode the bar before his shift, and in his wake left a score of double vodkas at every table. They were intended to be consumed by you and you alone, sending you into a stupor from which you would not return. But you rose to counter these tyrants, and when their evil fell into your stomach, your own two fingers allowed them to rise out once more.
The Barman was Bhaal, Lord of Barmen, and you are one of his customers. You were cared for as a child by Gorion, a powerful drunk that had even more powerful friend in the form of Jack Daniels - a well known stagger merchant. It was his influence that allowed you to spend your youth in the detox centre of Candlekeep, where the resident Doctors schooled you in your skills. Children were an oddity at the Centre, though you did have a friend in Imoen, a 6ft high invisible Rabbit. She seemed a kindred spirit, though you knew no more of her background than your own. Gorion never explained how you or she came to be there, or why you needed a padded cell... It was only after his death that you learned the truth about your bloodline, when you were forced into a drinking contest with his killer, another customer of Bhaal. Smirnoff was this customer's name, and he had embraced his foul origins, determined to exploit them and become the next Lord of Barmen. He sought to create cocktails on a massive scale, a war of alcholic sacrifice that would prove his claim to his father's Bar. You unraveled his carefully wrought bar towel, and ultimately it was you that took his drink, sending his spirits back to the Bar. A victory of sorts... Now you face an uncertain future. A customer of Bhaal, you have a slur that will tempt the ignorant to fear you, and the unscrupulous to use you. And always the essence of Budweiser is within, exerting its dark pull when you are weakest. Which is the greater fear: Losing your ability to speak, or losing all control of your legs? Only Budweiser and Bhaal have the answers.... |
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Jorgenish
Climate: city (Holstebro, Denmark - hello Neb - another dane!) strength: 18 (The bars at the gym twists and bend under my beserker strength) attacks: alcoholic breath - (save vs poison or be stunned for 10 rounds) spells known: often casts confusion spell on myself, invisibility (stalking the girlies locker room eh) racial enemy: killer rabbits with nasty big pointy teeth social organisation: experimental |
I am: Elif Godson Cimate: Florida/Tropical HP: 110/110 Attacks: Multiple spray's from Golden Fountain Pen +2, Martial Arts Rarity: Obscure Group Type: Travel's in droves Spells Known: Feeblemind (mostly on self/curse) Racial Enemy: Piccachu ------------------ The Ruby Rouge of the ALSB http://www.angelfire.com/mi4/hclark50/B1.gif Official Slayer of Pest's in Cloudy's Kitchen Blessed is the Warlock Advisor to the Lady Lioness for Kitchen raid's and such... |
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