(MtA) Hunt For the Unknown - Character Thread
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				Title: <strong>(MtA) Hunt For the Unknown - Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeth</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 07:54:12</strong>
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				Please post your character here an a link to his/her sheet on mythweavers. Keep Comments and questions to the ooc thread.<br><br>https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=222683.0
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				Title: <strong>Re: (MtA) Hunt For the Unknown - Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 08:16:45</strong>
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				Wizard, bitches! We out! <br><br>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1108111
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				Title: <strong>Re: (MtA) Hunt For the Unknown - Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 15:07:30</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/tumblr_mns0q16zUc1r3cfogo1_500_zpsdafa7cc0.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Pulse</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1109631)<br>(Matthieu Claude)<br>Obrimos of the Mysterium<br></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Concept</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;">Matthieu's family never appreciated his intellect, and the rest of the world showed little use or job opportunities for a history major. Upon Awakening, suddenly the past meant something, suddenly the world was full of unexplained items and phenomena from the past. All his preparations, all his feelings of being an outsider prepared him for his life as a Mage...</div></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Personality / Goals</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;">Pulse is eager to explore the world. He's eager to get out there and find out what hasn't been found before, to leave his mark on the world by discovering something monumental. He is perhaps a little too eager or emboldened by his new reality-warping powers, and takes risks as if he's immortal. <br><br>He's interested in growing within the Mysterium; Make a discovery that would be known Consilium wide; Increasing his own Arcana/Gnosis; Developing his own Legacy.</div></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (MtA) Hunt For the Unknown - Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 23:20:11</strong>
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				Deadeye:<br><br>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1109237
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				Title: <strong>Re: (MtA) Hunt For the Unknown - Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>laa</strong> on <strong>31-01-2015, 16:56:44</strong>
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				James 'Jacob' Ecote:<br>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1110044<br><br>Background.<br>Childhood:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">James' parents weren't quite normal. His father was an illegal drugs dealer (low on the hierachy), his mother one of his favorite groupies. Thanks to his father's strict control, his mother got off drugs during pregnancy, trying to keep herself clean afterwards as well. Ironically, this began to cause a split in his family, his mother no longer wanting part of his father's drug business. When James' was 10 years old, the two got divorced, but his father won the parental rights due to... Financial backing. Although being raised in the environment his father traversed was tough, it had its benefits. He was free. Free as long as he worked for what he wanted. Did he want sex? Seduce someone. Did he want money? Sell some drugs. But, as James' grew older, he began to grow restless. He didn't want to be stuck in the life he had, selling drugs and being a scum like his father - so he told his father he had to move out. Strangely, when his father heard this, he did nothing but smile. "Hey homie... Make me proud out there, yea?". James' replied with a nod and a confused stare.</div></div><br>Adulthood:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">His first years on his own weren't the easiest. All his life, he had only known the bizarre comfort of his father's care, and now, he was on his own. He had a little apartment of his own, next to no income, no special education and no local friends. He had moved far away from his father's embrace, in order to make sure he'd make a proper life of his own. Thing is, he lived no such life. At his wits ends, lonely and depressed, he began to drink and whore like crazy. Whenever he managed to seduce someone, through a means or the other, it meant he didn't have to pay for his own food that one day. It kept him going, but it didn't last long. There it was, the epitome of all his stress in that fateful day, where he stood in front of that fateful store. <em>I wonder what that tastes like...</em>.<br><br>Pretending to have a gun under his coat, he went in, asked for petty change, left and purchased himself a steak like he had never tasted it before. Not long after, the police was had found him, and his future was now certain.</div></div><br>Age 18. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">He's out of jail and back on the streets. In jail, he learned a lot of tips and tricks as to how to survive on your own, his fellow inmates often bragging loudly on how they manage themselves. So, first things first, he went to the local bar, got himself a beer, talked up the bartender and miraculously managed to get a job as an assistant at said bar. As he worked in the bar, he was occasionally allowed to work as the bartender whenever the regular bartender was sick or generally doing something else. On one such day, a strange man came up to him and offered him a job beyond his wildest scope of imagination. "You know how to talk. I can hear it, how your voice utters confidence where there should be none. I'm the manager of a local bank, and if you came to work with us - who knows what your future will bring?"</div></div><br>Age 24. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">He takes the job in the bank as a measly assistant. Although he did little but carry water forth and back, he didn't care. He was ecstatic - this was his chance! Whenever he got the chance, he tried to come with ideas or suggestions to his superiors, trying to show him his worth. For years, he'd take and odds and ends of a chance he'd get - and once again, it paid off. Many years later, he's in the comfortable position of financial salesman, whose skills rivals those who work at the national level. Even then, his manager made sure to keep him from leaving the local bank - why, he never understood, a sense of anger boiling underneath his surface. But, he'd soon learn why.</div></div><br>Age 30. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">He's called up to his manager's office. For a while, a strange sensation of power had slowly turned into headaches and nightmares, and he had no idea why himself. At first, the haunting sensations were weak. They were a slight nuisance. Then, the fateful day struck him, all at once.<br><br>He had been called up for a 'chat' with his boss, the manager of the local bank he worked at. The conversation started out quite solemnly and formally like any other conversation with his boss, him flaring a confident smile, his boss' eyes piercing his mask without even trying - all was as it had always been. Then, his boss leaned in closer, glaring straight into James' eyes, not saying anything for at least five seconds.<br><br>"What? I didn't take you for the romantic type~"<br><br>James tried to joke to hide his own shaky feeling that something was off.<br><br>"You've said in your reports you've felt weird lately, am I right?"<br><br>His boss said without a blink with his eyes.<br><br>"Worried about me, are you? You're too kind... But, I appreciate it."<br><br>James replied, trying to give off a sincere smile, but he knew his boss realized he was merely being flattered. His boss still didn't wince or make even a slight move.<br><br>"I've known for a while. You're awakening, aren't you?"<br><br>"What, you mean to tell me I'm dreaming?"<br><br>"One could say that, yes."<br><br>James leaned back into his chair, leaning his left arm against the armchair before his right hand subconsciously reached for his cheek, now deep in thought.<br><br>"Well, let me show you what I mean."<br><br>The boss removed his hands from his mouth and spoke to James without moving his lips.<br><br>'This is what I mean. I anticipate your nightmares might get much worse tonight, James.'<br><br>And true enough, ever since leaving his boss' office that day, his headaches grew and grew like never before, his nightmares growing much more powerful. Then, one night, he finally stopped having nightmares. Instead, he saw a strange tower...</div></div><br>Age 31. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Present time. He meets up with people who are to be part of his new future as a mage, a fate he thought ridiculous his entire life. While the group didn't have a long past together, he was optimistic, certain that he could somehow turn this lemon into lemonade.</div></div><br>&gt;Might remake this at some point, but I mostly put it out there as a basis for the way my character acts&lt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: (MtA) Hunt For the Unknown - Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>01-02-2015, 15:09:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Ca2.jpg)</div><strong>Ronia</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1109705)<br>Name:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Linnea Fransen<br>Shadow Name:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ronia<br><br>Cabal:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Chronicle:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hunt for the Unkown<br>Concept:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Every gamer’s wet dream.&nbsp; <br>Path:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Acanthus<br>Order:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Adamantine Arrow<br>Virtue:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hope<br>Vice:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Envy<br><br>Age:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;24<br>Height:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;5’5”<br>Weight:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;125lbs<br>Skin:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fair, freckling in the sun.&nbsp; <br>Hair:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fiery red.&nbsp; (Yes, it’s natural.)&nbsp; <br>Eyes:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Green<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Rs2.jpg)</div>History:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Some little girls want to be princesses.&nbsp; Some want to be doctors or lawyers or painters or poets.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I wanted to be Red Sonja.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I loved fantasy novels and movies, video games and animation.&nbsp; I loved stories about women who were strong and beautiful, who made a difference in their world with their strength, spells or just wits.&nbsp; As I grew older, I also caught a lot of the subtle--and not so subtle--innuendos racing through my favorite books.&nbsp; That was fun too.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So by the time my third grade teacher convinced me that Shieldmaiden of Rohan was not a good career choice in the modern world, I already knew my backup plan.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I was going to write these stories myself.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now my mother, she wanted a princess.&nbsp; She’d been perfectly happy as a rich man’s trophy wife.&nbsp; Even though father died when I was little, he left her enough money to live comfortably forever after (and to give me a comfortable ride through college.)&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She wanted the same for me.&nbsp; I wanted to take martial arts, she signed me up for gymnastics.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I wanted to join the SCA, she entered me in beauty pageants.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I swear when I went to college she really expected me to be working on my MRS degree.&nbsp; (Bachelors of the Arts in creative writing with a minor in the Humanities and another in history, and still Miss, thank you very much.)&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I finally did join the SCA while i was living in the dorms.&nbsp; I loved the arts and crafts--especially the dresses--but more importantly I finally got to learn how swords were really used.&nbsp; I was lucky to study with people who really knew what they were doing, and luckier still to find some guys who wouldn’t go easy on me, who would let a girl a head shorter than they, and half their weight, hone her skills against their superior strength.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I’ve yet to publish a novel.&nbsp; (No, those three on Amazon don’t count.&nbsp; When they kept getting turned down I was too proud of them not to self publish.)&nbsp; I’ve sold a few, but I don’t think it’s because they really love the stories…&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;You see, I’m not very body shy, and I’m actually kind of proud of my looks.&nbsp; I work out regularly--not just with the sword--and when I was in beauty pageants I learned to wear makeup.&nbsp; (And contacts.)&nbsp; So, one day I took the plunge and posed for a life drawing class…&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One thing lead to another from there.&nbsp; I wound up posing for a lot of paintings.&nbsp; When some of the advanced students learned about my hobbies, they got me to pose for fantasy art.&nbsp; Some of that art made it big.&nbsp; Next thing I knew, I was a local favorite at the baltimore fantasy and anime conventions, posing in chainmail bikinis or as princess leia or as video game fighting girl.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Last year, I even got to pose for a Clyde Cadwell painting!&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I still have some investments from my father to get me through the hard times, but this is how I make my living.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now my grandmother, she understands me.&nbsp; She moved in with us when my father died. She was the one who read me bedtime stories.&nbsp; C.S. Lewis in English, and Astrid Lindigren in swedish.&nbsp; (If you don’t know who that is, perhaps you’ve heard of Pippi Longstocking?)&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I bring her up now because--after all this--you’re probably wondering how I wound up in the adamantine arrow.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It started when I was nineteen.&nbsp; I’d come home from college to visit my grandmother.&nbsp; I was walking into the airport after we said goodbye, she was walking across the street to get back to the cab.&nbsp; <br>Suddenly, I knew, that if i didn’t act then, she was going to die!&nbsp; <br>I spun back around towards her.&nbsp; I saw the speeding cab.&nbsp; I started to run.&nbsp; <br>I wasn't fast enough.&nbsp; I knew I wasn’t fast enough, but I had to be faster, so&nbsp; I was…&nbsp; <br>The whole world slowed down around me and I blurred across the street to carry Gran clear of the cab.&nbsp; The moment I reached the other side, I hit the ground.&nbsp; Everything was dark for a moment and then, well, I don’t need to tell you too much about the Watchtowers.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When I got back, not much time had passed.&nbsp; I didn’t even miss my flight.&nbsp; Back at college, I discovered that one of my swordmasters at the SCA was part of the Adamantine Arrow.&nbsp; He taught me what i needed to know.&nbsp; I moved here later because I was able to acquire a very nice sanctum outside of town, with quite to work on my writing.&nbsp; i can drive to denver for work easily enough.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there’s you guys.&nbsp; <br>
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