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  • Rogues Gallery Inspiration

    With the success of Sunder the Gold 's Into the Spider-Verse thread, I thought I'd present a challenge of a semi-similar nature.

    Namely, I'd like you to type up your take on one of the baddies a caped crusader might find himself tangling with on the mean streets of Nexus. A brief write-up with name, splat, and some details would be preferred, though if you feel up to giving it a full-fledged character sheet, by all means, do so!

    And of course, don't feel constrained by others' posts; if someone presents a raksha Ra'as Al-Ghul, there's nothing stopping you from writing up a blurb for an Abyssal or Liminal leader for the League of Shadows!

    I'll start.

    Shiver, Outcaste Air Aspect

    Banner of Victory was born in Great Forks, and was apprenticed to an apothecary in her early years. She Exalted in her late teens, and soon fell in love with a youth named Norran. Tragedy struck when Norran fell ill with a terminal illness; lacking a means to cure it, Banner of Victory devised a Charm to preserve her husband in ice, and began to seek a cure. The Outcaste found herself face-to-face with one of the Cold Roars, of the Court of Seasons, who dangled the promise of a cure in front of her. But first, she would have to procure a few things for him from Nexus. The god gave her a suit of enchanted ice and blue jade to hide her identity, and so she became Shiver.

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    Island Lily -Outcaste Terrestrial
    Island Lily was born to a wealthy merchant family in the threshold. She grew up in relative luxury but had little company. This suited her as she was happiest wandering the forest around her family’s land or caring for a garden of flowers she herself had planted. When she was 15 she Exalted as a Wood-aspect and her life as an outcaste in the threshold began. Seeking to prevent her from being sent to the distant blessed Isle, Lily’s parents arranged for her to be taken in by Cynis Goran, a sorcerer of some note whose questionable expiraments had lead even his libertine house to distance themselves from him. Goran was both tutor and lover to Lily, refraining from turning her over to the Realm and keeping her as his own apprentice. Lily learned much and reveled in her newfound power, but most adored the time spent tending the variety of rare herbs Goran grew in his garden. Soon her knowledge of botany rivaled even his. In time things took a dark turn and Lily found herself unwittingly subject to a number of terrifying experiment’s which changed her utterly. Her connection to the element of wood was depend beyond that of even her fellow wood aspects, and she gained a increased measure of immunity to poison and illness as well, even as she found she could poison others with a kiss when she wished. The experiments also awakened her to sorcery. Finally imprisoned when she attempted to escape his manse, Lily only found freedom when the dead rose up and claimed Thorns. She managed to flee capture by the armies of the undead and found herself in command of her own life once again. Island Lily hates what was done to Thorns, for she prizes life above all things, but she prizes her freedom almost as much and cares little for authority. She hides in the lands just beyond Thorns, having made a hidden sorcerous laboratory from materials she scavenged from her captor’s manse a few days after her escape, and other resources stolen or barterd from savants and merchants in the surrounding area— such as she could find after Thorns’ fall. In her lab she performs all manner of wonders, breeding a race of autonomous sentient plants with the intent to one day reclaim Thorns. She wages a silent war against the dead who occupy Thorns, and against any who would trespass on her domain, taking what she wants from whomever she wants to further her research.

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    • #3
      Let me tell you about the Jester...

      The Jester is a Raksha lord, a noble who fills the howling void within himself by devouring the sorrow and misery of everyone else. He produces deadly japes and pranks, employing a wyld venom that leaves his dream-eaten victims unable to do anything but grin manicly and laugh themselves to death. He styles himself as auguste blanc, a white clown or sorrow, even as his smile never wavers regardless of the horrors he inflicts.

      Let me tell you about the Jester...

      The Jester was just another run of the mill jerk, selling is life one day at a time in Nighthammer. His wife was pregnant, and he needed rent money very badly- so he turned to The Crimson Hoods, a local gang for a quick loan. But then, when he couldn't repay the loan, they pressed him into service, using him as a distraction while they broke into the factory he worked in. A mishap, steam, and he became disfigured, his skin blanched impossibly white and frozen into a rictus grin. When the sesselja made it's bargain with him, he already felt so low that he could go no lower- and so the Ebon Dragon's newest born Fiend stepped forward, with an Urge to show everyone that they are just one bad day away from joining him.

      Let me tell you about the Jester...

      The Jester (his proper title is The Jest That Is Life Concludes in Silence) was a grifter and con-artist, but one that had family in Thorns. When the Mask came, he went to find them, to save them if he could- but he ran afoul of the ghostly patrols. Lacking both bribes and papers, he gave the one gift he had, and began telling jokes and stories. He knew that, so long as he kept his captors entertained, he might have a chance. For three days, he joked, and spoke, and ran through every bit and lie and eventually even the truth he had, the guards laughing in death as they never had in life. But the guards were not mortal; they did not sleep, and they did not eat. As the sunset on the third day, the man fell forward, exhaustion taking it's deadly grip, but a vision of the Mask of Winters appeared. "You have amused me, little jester, and I give you the chance to continue to do so- until you cannot any longer." The man accepted, forfeiting his past existence and returning to Nexus as Exalted as a Moonshadow to show everyone what a hollow mockery life is.

      Let me tell you about the Jester...


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      • #4
        Aw, I would love to see any version of The Jo- I mean Jester written out as a full write up .

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        • #5
          Note to self, if I ever have Oliphes Ses (Night Caste serpentfolk mafia don from 1e), make him an expy of The Penguin

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          • #6
            The land of Amun was a long lasting kingdom in the depths of Malfeas. It's inhabitants the survivors of a sorcerous working in the first age, locked away from creation for unknown reasons, became a scholarly and warlike people. They grew rich and prosperous in the land of demons, under the green sun--but soon, reports came that their layer of malfeas was to be ground against another. Two of the leaders of Amun learned of this: Druze, the grand general, and Mazad, the scholar.
            Mazad, a sorcerer of some skill, sent his son to Creation. The last son of Amun arrived, and learned the nature of the working of the people of Amun--when under the Unconquered Sun's rays, they grew incredibly strong and fast (mechanically: Mighty Thews, Reflexies, etc).
            The general Druze, meanwhile, attmpted to seize control of the Amun government. His mutation differed from the rest--the Green Sun liger awakend his might, and none could compare to his tactical skill. Nonetheless his coup failed, and he was banished with his warriors to a domain of the Ebon Dragon.
            But Amun fell. And shortly after, the seals placed on Druze began to break. His armies came free, and Druze has found his way to creation--armed with artifact armor that converts the Holy light of the Unconquered Sun into Ligers baleful rays. With his people, Druze seeks to find the now-famed son of Mazad--and with the no doubt brilliant scholars aid, refound Amun on Creation. All will kneel before Druze.
            (Yes, I could have given him the armor of the old laws, feel free to change taht and make the light changing effect a hearthstone. Both Druze and the son of Mazad are exalted: the son of Mazad is a Athletics Supernal, Druze is either an Abyssal or an Infernal,depending on what Infernals are like this time).


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            • #7
              Bright-Fame Temple was a meek researcher for the Guild in Chiaroscuro. Merchant Princes and factors brought him crumbling documents pawned by scavengers to keep the loan sharks at bay; these he would transcribe and translate, and the paltry payments he received kept his own sharks content.

              One day, however, a sorcerer brought him a dusty scroll to translate, a scroll that captivated Temple's interests. The scroll detailed the means by which a sorcerer might force a transformation upon others, infusing them with the aspects of beasts for a few hours at a time. Distressingly, the formula was incomplete; possessed of a sudden urgency, Temple plied the sorcerer with drink until he brought him to the place where he recovered the scroll.

              Temple found the remainder of the occult texts, and then murdered the sorcerer to keep his potent new secret hidden. Now Temple takes the form of a terrifying night-creature each sunset, and uses his borrowed might to messily dispose of the usurers who know him by day.
              Last edited by TheCountAlucard; 02-25-2019, 12:53 PM.

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              • #8
                Way'lon Thick Skinned grew up a back-alley river rat in the Western Districts of Nexus, running almost feral with the other orphan gangs that prowled the dark waterways of the Forger's quarter. Large for his age, he became the enforcer of choice for the crime syndicates that warred interminably in the shadows.

                However one particular gang made the mistake of sending him with a group of cut-throats to round up the urchins of his childhood home for the slave pens. When he realized their purpose, Way’lon turned on the group, facing down his former compatriots with nought but his fists and his storied thick skin.

                Blow upon blow rained down upon his back, but Way'lon fought viciously, throwing half a dozen hard men into the waterways where they became food for the Nexus River 'gators.

                But it wasn't nearly enough, and as the ten men left grabbed his limbs and dragged him to the edge of the river, he looked down and saw the face of a particularly large specimen of river-predator peering up at him. Blinking, he realized it was his reflection, and the roar that left his throat then was the last thing the men ever heard.

                Its only been a year since, but Way'lon's eyes have been opened. Making contact with the Silver Pact, Way'lon was given his Moonsilver markings and Sublime Danger, his Shahan Ya, has since sent him back to the slums with his first training/assignment:

                Become the Crime Lord of Nexus.

                Way'lon has made progress, he's taken over the identity of one of the other Kingpins (who only "just survived" an accident in Nexus' rivers), while setting up his hideous hybrid form as a rabble rouser and agitator of the masses against the depredation of the so called fat cats of crime alley. One will drive the citizens into the welcoming arms of the other, he only has to decide on which, and fast, as the Emissary of Nexus is starting to suspect...
                Last edited by prototype00; 02-27-2019, 07:59 AM.

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                • #9
                  Originally posted by Epee102 View Post
                  The land of Amun was a long lasting kingdom in the depths of Malfeas. It's inhabitants the survivors of a sorcerous working in the first age, locked away from creation for unknown reasons, became a scholarly and warlike people. They grew rich and prosperous in the land of demons, under the green sun--but soon, reports came that their layer of malfeas was to be ground against another. Two of the leaders of Amun learned of this: Druze, the grand general, and Mazad, the scholar.
                  Mazad, a sorcerer of some skill, sent his son to Creation. The last son of Amun arrived, and learned the nature of the working of the people of Amun--when under the Unconquered Sun's rays, they grew incredibly strong and fast (mechanically: Mighty Thews, Reflexies, etc).
                  The general Druze, meanwhile, attmpted to seize control of the Amun government. His mutation differed from the rest--the Green Sun liger awakend his might, and none could compare to his tactical skill. Nonetheless his coup failed, and he was banished with his warriors to a domain of the Ebon Dragon.
                  But Amun fell. And shortly after, the seals placed on Druze began to break. His armies came free, and Druze has found his way to creation--armed with artifact armor that converts the Holy light of the Unconquered Sun into Ligers baleful rays. With his people, Druze seeks to find the now-famed son of Mazad--and with the no doubt brilliant scholars aid, refound Amun on Creation. All will kneel before Druze.
                  (Yes, I could have given him the armor of the old laws, feel free to change taht and make the light changing effect a hearthstone. Both Druze and the son of Mazad are exalted: the son of Mazad is a Athletics Supernal, Druze is either an Abyssal or an Infernal,depending on what Infernals are like this time).
                  This was a brilliant idea for translating the idea of Krypton.


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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by Sunder the Gold View Post
                    This was a brilliant idea for translating the idea of Krypton.
                    Thank you! Druze was very nearly a character I played--the game died before then, and I eagerly await making him as an infernal.


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                    • #11
                      Face of Starless Night, Day Caste Abyssal

                      Ronan Innis was the son of a wealthy Guild factor. After the death of his parents, young Ronan tried to keep their financial empire afloat, but the ruthless competitors of Nexus gobbled it up piece by piece, until Ronan was penniless. Becoming fixated on masks, he dug up his father's ebony coffin and carved a face to wear while he took his revenge. The Council of Entities declared his violence wanton, and the Hooded Executioners were dispatched. During his battle with Dragonlord Johoda, the wood of the mask was to his flesh, and he was left at death's door. The voice of the Walker in Darkness spoke to him in that moment, and offered him the power to take his revenge. Casting aside his old name, he became the Face of Starless Night.

                      ​Now he pretends at the leadership of a cult of Shalrina, the Daimyo of Faces, but these masked figures are actually a criminal gang who serve his gruesome interests.
                      Last edited by TheCountAlucard; 02-28-2019, 01:33 PM.

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                      • #12
                        Kylina Sele, The Black Cat of Wu Jian, Changing Moon Lunar

                        Kylina Sele would have lived a life of pampered luxury, had she not been born the daughter of a high priced courtesan. Her Father was a Peleps Dragonblood who did not know of her existence, and she grew up, a different kind of pampered, in the sighing hallways and giggling courtyards of Wu Jian's finest house of pleasure.

                        It was an ecclectic education that she received there, part purveyor of the fine arts, part consummate conversationalist. Prize fighters, undefeated in the West, taught her all they knew, in return for certain House Concessions, as was the custom. They found her their superior in the Sweet Science, gracefully dodging their finest jabs and haymakers and delivering merciless blows to their delicate innards, The Madame started to make plans to advertise her services as both Cultured Companion and Brutal Bodyguard.

                        It all came to a bloody close in her 17th year, just before she was meant to make her grand debut, when assassins dispatched by House Peleps descended upon her Tea House to remove the evidence of a youthful indiscretion by a House Scion.

                        In the ensuing chaos, most everyone she cared for perished.

                        But in this crucible of death, Luna found her, standing over the corpses of three dispatched thugs, staring with unswerving predatory intensity at the dozen more that filled the coral paneled hall. Gleaming Silver Crescent on her brow, she took the form of her Spirit Shape, a Black Cat, and to the fatal amazement of all assailants there, dispatched them to the last woman.

                        Since then, she has frustrated Dragon Blooded interests in many regions, eventually coming into the orbit of the Chiaroscuro based Shahan-Ya Amatha Kinslayer, who has her suspicions about the lineage of this omni-talented young Lunar who bears a striking resemblance to the daughter of her youth.

                        The schemes of the Realm she foils with stealth, quick wits, charm and when all else fails, a skill at fisticuffs that rivals the puissance of the greatest Silver Pact warriors.

                        A legend has grown up in the Threshold, that to behold a jet black cat is to behold the imminent humbling of those who do not deserve their high station...
                        Last edited by prototype00; 07-20-2019, 09:09 PM.

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