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[sjm9876]

“No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe, imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death.”
― Richard Matheson, I Am Legend

   In the past, gods and monsters roamed this Earth. Then along came the heroes, and one by one they all fell. The monsters from fear, and the gods from envy. In the end, none remained. They faded into myth and legend, each a ghost of a memory. But the thing about memories is that, in your dying breaths, they come flooding back.

   2024, and whilst the world has changed, it still remains much the same. Eight years have passed since all nuclear arsenals were finally disarmed. A great breakthrough for peace, they called it. Instead they only removed the deterrent - with no fear of recompense, Russia spread south, China west. They met and spread further, and what remained of Europe was “defensively” claimed by America. Two superpowers, locked together, a new World War.

   Two years ago, an English researcher, whose name never leaked before he was swept away to America, claimed to have stumbled upon traces of power in certain people’s blood. Not the heroes, but the monsters - the killers and criminals, those who lacked the boundaries society tries so hard to reinforce. A theory was proposed, that this was the bloodlines of literal monsters. Most laughed, some tore holes - “If there are monsters, then where are the heroes?” In the end, the researcher concluded it boiled down to a matter of virtue. The true monsters neither wanted nor needed permission to reproduce.

   Today, the “new Allies” are desperate. The front is pushing west. Where once it lay by Poland, it now cuts Germany in two. Slowly but surely, they are losing, and the past is starting to flash before their eyes. Their decorated soldiers, their heroes, lie dead and dying in muddy fields, charred corpses buried in unmarked graves. Only their monsters remain. And that’s where you come in.

   You were - are - a monster. But when the Allies called, combing the streets and prisons, they noticed something exceptional about you. So they made you a offer you couldn’t refuse - many received promises of impunity, some joined just for the kicks, and some had more obscure payments - and you enlisted. You are the third wave - you do not know what happened to the first two. You sit in an empty warehouse, decorated with a handful of seats and a lot of soldiers, guns levelled at you. A single official stands nearby, though not so close as to be at risk. You have been told that he is going to oversee your training.

Spoiler: Overview (click to show/hide)

The world has gone to crap, and the West is falling. You are a criminal, a mortal tainted with the blood of a monster - whilst this gives you certain abilities, mostly it gives you untapped potential and dangerous instincts which you must(?) fight.
   
The world itself is, bar the war, much as it was. Borders have become less important, attention focused on the Border, but technology is much the same. Drone strikes are more common, but rarely seen on the actual battlefield due to the risk of friendly fire. Automation was no substitute for human decision making.
   
You have been recruited by the West in it’s death throes, as a last ditch attempt. To turn the tide. You will be sent on a wide variety of missions, but for now you are simply undergoing training.

Spoiler: Mechanics (click to show/hide)

 
Your raw stats mean little, at the beginning. They are your Potential. More relevant is your attunement - the percentage of your Potential that you can access. Rolls for tasks are made on a d20, which corresponds to the portion of your attuned potential. This die can be made smaller through traits, or other unspecified means.
 To clarify: Result = (Potential x Attunement x dX/X) , where dX is usually a d20.
  Your attunement can be increased by using your abilities to the top of their potential - here a maximum roll of the d20. Other means are available.
 
Traits are rule-changing abilities (almost all passive, however.) You begin with one, and unlock more as you gain attunement. Your traits should reflect the monster from whose bloodline you receive them.
 
Lastly, Willpower: You are not completely in control of yourself - sometimes you can get lost in the power. Whilst willpower is a stat that can be tested like any other, with it’s own potential and attunement, it also has a passive role. If a test of any other stat has an unmodified result greater than the highest possible result of a willpower check (ie dX/X = 1), you might lose control for a brief period of time.

Double lastly: There is no HP - wounds are assigned by me, and may have side effects, up to and including death.

Spoiler: Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name:
Country of origin:
Monster ancestor:

Potentials
You have 500 points of potential to distribute. Nice multiples of ten are appreciated.

Strength: 0 - fairly obvious: affects hit chance / damage with melee weapons, and smask=hing stuff.
Constitution: 0 - how much damage you can take, resistance to poison and disease, and endurance.
Dexterity: 0 - Ability to dodge melee attacks, and stealth and stealth related abailities.
Charisma: 0 - Social skills, the ability to charm and manipulate.
Perception: 0 - How sharp your senses are, and how steady your aim with firearms is
Willpower: 100 (cannot add points)

Attunements all begin at 5%
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Beginning trait: A passive ability related to your ancestor. Try to avoid numbers so that I can balance these.

Description: Mental and physical.

Backstory: Remember you’re not exactly a nice guy/girl. That said, try not to destroy forum guidelines. Ideally this should feature a reason for your enlistment as well.

Best sheets will be accepted. A good amount of RP is highly encouraged, and a convincing character may well earn GM fiat.

[GiglameshDespair]

Spoiler: Jane Cabell, Demon Dog (click to show/hide)

Name: Jane "Grin" Cabell
Country of origin: England
Monster ancestor: Black Dog of the British Isle

Potentials
You have 500 points of potential to distribute. Nice multiples of ten are appreciated.

Strength: 100 - fairly obvious: affects hit chance / damage with melee weapons, and smashing stuff.
Constitution: 80 - how much damage you can take, resistance to poison and disease, and endurance.
Dexterity: 160 - Ability to dodge melee attacks, and stealth and stealth related abailities.
Charisma: 40 - Social skills, the ability to charm and manipulate.
Perception: 120 - How sharp your senses are, and how steady your aim with firearms is
Willpower: 100 (cannot add points)

Attunements all begin at 5%
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Beginning trait: Can generate electricity through touch.

Description: Jane is not a nice girl. She tends to be quiet, speaking in a low growl of a voice. Make no mistake - she's ruthless, a considered sociopath. Around five foot tall, with dark hair and electric blue eyes. Her skin is pale. Her hair grows down to the small of her back, normally pulled back into a ponytail, the hair being a natural black-blue. Her teeth look unusually sharp, giving a disturbing dimension to her grin, and combined with her sullen glare and growling voice it doesn't endear her to others. Makes their hackles raise, it does.

Liked wearing camouflage and dark clothing to blend in, since she worked as a hunter of Britain's teeming deer population. A crack shot with a rifle, but she always loved finishing them with a knife. Currently in prison fatigues or whatever they gave her back, since they didn't exactly let her keep much in Max-Sec.

Backstory: She was a hungry girl, growing up. Liked her meat good and red. Didn't eat her vegetables, though it didn't seem to do her much harm. No friends as she grew up - well, some, but they betrayed her. She was always getting fights, tramping home to mother with cuts and bruises. She could win one-on-ones, but when it's you vs a dozen, chances are you're going down. Thus was her life. In her free time, she'd haunt the woods, bringing home the occasional rabbit or bird that she caught with traps or her bare hands. She could prowl when she wanted to. Sometimes she'd catch things, pets, cut them up and leave them disassembled, but none ever could prove it was her.

She grew up thin and lithe, rarely smiling with those sharp, sharp teeth of hers. She's not sure when she started killing - she worked as a hunter for a while, kept her in the woods, away from others. She was never fond of others. Nothing she loved more than being outside in a storm, lightning crackling, thunder booming. She knew the storm wouldn't hurt her somehow. One day, she realised she'd moved up from killing animals to killing people. Unfortunately, a few years later, someone else realised it too, and after a three day manhunt they cornered her. Faced with surrender or getting gunned down like a dog, she chose surrender. Her trail was quick, and she'd been in maximum security for three days when the army came for her. She had talents they wanted, after all.

[sjm9876]

Looks nearly there, but you appear to have lost 20 points somewhere.

(Also, by conduct do you mean generate or conduct. just in case.)

[Dwarmin]

Spoiler: Aeon, the Hydra (click to show/hide)

Country of origin: Greece
Monster ancestor: Hydra ((http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lernaean_Hydra))

Potentials

Strength: 100
Constitution: 150
Dexterity: 100
Charisma: 100
Perception: 50
Willpower: 100 (cannot add points)

Attunements all begin at 5%
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Beginning trait: Aeon's most simple trait is her ability to rapidly regenerate from wounds and injury-when she's harmed, her flesh heals much faster than a normal person, though not infallibly-enough damage could in theory overwhelm and destroy her entirely. She can even recover from death in a fashion, even from things such as sickness and starvation...not that it means she suffers any less, as this requires her to die and be reborn, over and over-and these effects might "kill" her anyway, allowing a new incarnation to seize control of her mind, erasing her personality. Like her scaly ancestor, her powers are weakened/negated by fire.

Description: Mental/Aeon's mind is fractured, in every sense of the word...but, not exactly broken. She retains a sort of multiple personality disorder-whenever she undergoes a true brain death, the mind that regrows is almost an entirely new person, retaining some skills and strong memories-every incarnation, another head. She still yet maintains her self, and her name, even as her circumstances force her to change perspective. Aeon has nearly a dozen of them that she knows of.

Her current incarnation is a naive, passive personality-born after she died while being taken of on the marble floor of a Church in Madrid. She is generally kind and empathetic, has stronger memories of her first life, and identifies strongly with the allied cause she believes is right. Her instructors have found her easy to manipulate and control, especially with drugs-Aeon is currently a morphine addict, a sin her contollers allow her to "hide" as long as keeps up her performance. Aeon regrets being captured, but her current mind is more or less consigned to serving in the war, and for the first time hopeful. Given her first view was religious iconography she retains, if not a faithful bent, a deterministic one-that all things matter, that it's all happening for some reason.

She has, up till now, been able to keep her other 'incarnations' under control, with drugs and a version of therapy...unfortunately, not all of them are keen to stay that way-some of them are more or less passive, others brave warriors, deranged killers, feral survivors, or hopeless weepers. Her other minds can break through, affecting her actions, or perhaps controlling her entire. She tries hard to keep them down.

Physical/Aeon is an ordinary looking woman of 18 years, with rich olive skin, very dark brown hair, and wide set, startlingly bright green eyes that often dart about unsettlingly, or even change hues in different light. Her skin is smooth and unblemished-indeed, for anyone who has known her for longer than a year will note she barely seems to age at all. Her body is long and lithe, and she moves quick and supple smooth, almost bonelessly...just so much that one feels uneasily that she is a bit more than human, though one can't place an exact reason why. There is a strong, but not unpleasant, sweetly smell about her at times, one that changes based on her mood-it grows bitter and cloying when she is afraid, or angry.

Backstory: Her mother called her something she can't remember, but when she tries to remember all she can recall is-"Aeon"-life and being, a sense of time. The monster was born in the midst of the evacuation of Athens, as the bombs screamed, and the guns rattled. The child died, of course, as most of them did. Was it a bullet, a bomb, a rifle butt? Or lack of food? COld Weather? Sickness brought on by bad water?

All that matters is that ...the monster lived. Aeon lived. Even as everyone died around her. Her curse was to live.

...

The monster grew in crowded refugee camps and broken cities. She remembered her past, and the sound of clocks, golden light and warm bread. She remembered the men who had broken that, and hated them. She knew they couldn't hurt her. No one could hurt her. Not for long anyway.

She died, over and over. Bombs, bullets, rifle butts. Plagues and starvation.

She learned to be more careful...she learned to be afraid of fire...

The Hydra is reborn.

...

Aeon couldn't truly be killed (easily), but she could be contained. The whispers about the girl who could take bullets, and walk away couldn't be ignored. A perfect soldier. Unstoppable. A monster.

They caught her.

All they had to do was lure her to the camp with the scent of warm bread.

[InstantHax]

Save a spot for me. Will post soon 

[sjm9876]

Slight rule edit - losing control when you overstretch your will is now a might rather than a will. Should make desperate gambles a touch more appealing

EDIT: GD & Dwarmin: Both sheets look fine now.
Though Dwarmin, if you die you will likely still stay out of the game, for fairness sake. The actual rate of healing I might have to adjust in game. At the moment I'm thinking ~5% chance to fully heal per round.

[Parsely]

PTW

[Dwarmin]

Though Dwarmin, if you die you will likely still stay out of the game, for fairness sake. The actual rate of healing I might have to adjust in game. At the moment I'm thinking ~5% chance to fully heal per round.

Yeah, if I died (without de-atomization), you could still "resurrect" Aeon...as pretty much an entirely different person. Obviously If my current consciousness dies completely, I would be out of the game.

There's other ways to remove me from the game too. Just because she can heal really fast, doesn't mean the Ruskies can't capture and tank her off to Siberia for some brainwashing.

A 5% is a good trade off for my power, tho unless it's recurring, I'm not likely to see it activate-which is appropriate for starting out. I'll reckon the rest of her power is in her high endurance score.

By round, do you mean combat rounds, or more like in-game turns-how long would a round last? Like, would I recover fully out of battle?

[sjm9876]

In combat rounds. So enough time to pull off an attack and move a bit. Out of battle you would most likely recover fully.

But yeah, I think 5% (nat 20) is reasonable. It may increase with attunement, though it certainly won't stay level with it from just one trait.

[Dwarmin]

Humm, one more thing, do you think I would have control over it? Say, I hit on turn 1, with no damage. Could I save it for later in the battle? I realize this might be the kind of thing you need more advanced traits for.

[~Neri]

Give me a couple hours, I'll write up a sheet after I cook/eat breakfast.

[sjm9876]

Humm, one more thing, do you think I would have control over it? Say, I hit on turn 1, with no damage. Could I save it for later in the battle? I realize this might be the kind of thing you need more advanced traits for.

Yup, that's make it a tad too powerful for now.

[kj1225]

Spoiler: Woo! It's a good thing I have seventh sacntum bookmarked! (click to show/hide)

 Name: Kyle 'Vladamir' Johnson
Country of origin:   Ireland, raised in America.
Monster ancestor:  Vampire

Potentials You have 500 points of potential to distribute. Nice multiples of ten are appreciated.

Strength: 100 - fairly obvious: affects hit chance / damage with melee weapons, and smashing stuff.
Constitution: 100 - how much damage you can take, resistance to poison and disease, and endurance.
Dexterity: 100 - Ability to dodge melee attacks, and stealth and stealth related abilities.
Charisma: 100 - Social skills, the ability to charm and manipulate.
Perception: 100 - How sharp your senses are, and how steady your aim with firearms is
Willpower: 100 (cannot add points)

Attunements all begin at 5% -----

Beginning trait: Like Kyle's ancestors Kyle can drink blood to rejuvanate himself. It doesn't have to be blood though, if in a pinch he can suck life force straight from an artery or through an area where the blood vessles are near the surface.

Description:  Kyle is Catholic. He's also incredibly religious. His body is covered in tattoos including the names of fallen friends and family, crosses, and and mythical beasts. His favorite one is a vampire reaching for a bleeding heart on his cheek. Kyle, for what it's worth looks like one of the boondock saints in terms of build and manner of speaking. He also has read eyes and hollow incisors.

Backstory: Kyle may have more similarities with the Boondock Saints than he likes to talk about. For example he used to drink blood from criminals, the worst of the worst, rapers, child abusers, murderers, stuff like that. But, eventually he broke down after a personal event happened that he refuses to talk about. He just turned himself in one day and let them lock him up. That said, he thinks of this as a chance to redeem himself from god.. He also requested that they never let him out of handcuffs unless he's doing work.

[~Neri]

Character incoming soon. Halfway done.

Was looking through the character sheets, I think Gigla's character has an extra hundred points.

[SOLDIER First]

kevak im stealing your kitsune character