/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

>>26581

>Name: Dalia Elkwood

>Race: Elven

>Affiliations: Outcast

>Age: 46

>Fluff: Dalia was always the runt of her class when it came to magic, her power was far less as outstanding as her fellow class mates. Around the age of elven puberty where most elves begin to gain sexual urges, Dalia came across a discovery to change her life. While exploring an abandon terran building she came across a series of books that began telling ancient myths from the terran home world. From these books Dalia learned that true power can be obtained through chastity and purity. After obtaining this knowledge her power seemed to sky rocket, wanting to share this knowledge with the rest of her kind she was quickly either laughed out by many or publicly exiled by the elven elders. Now Dalia wanders the lands of Accelia looking to gather followers to her new philosophy and to revolutionize the Elf hierarchy.

>Vitality:

>Mana:(Only for female elves and Accelia natives)

>Spells:(as above)

>Skills:

>Equipment:

>Fluff Bonus:

>Affiliation Bonus:

>>26584

>Vitality: 35(Flesh of Iron Vitality: 30)

>Mana: 30

>Spells: Flesh of Iron(Always active, disables if wearing non-revealing clothing or armor), Sleight of hand(3 mana Illusion spell, lets user's actions be harder to identify/see, 1 mana to maintain per turn), Light Strike(2 mana ranged light spell, caster fires a pulse of light)

>Skills: Dancing 1, Leading 1, Speech 1, Casting 4

>Equipment: Revealing Robes, Enchanted Staff(allows easier casting of spells)Terran books

>Fluff Bonus: You are one of the very, very, very, VERY, rare "pure" elves. You have a flat out +10 resistance to corruption and seduction.

>Affiliation Bonus: By going against your races very culture and nature you have earned yourself exile and mocking. Most elves who see you will have reactions ranging from disapproval to outright scorn and mocking. A few may even try to show you the…"error" of your ways. -10 to discussion with elves and as an elf -20 to conversing with humans

>>26585

>Vitality: 15

>Skills: Gunmanship 2, Melee combat 2, Leading 2

>Equipment:

>Followers: The Seven-Eleven non-stop crew(Seven Professional Criminals)

>Fluff Bonus: You are the perfect soldier mentally. You follow orders, do what your told, and try to excel at everything. When whatever you are doing is under official or secret orders you gain a flat +5 to rolls for getting the job done

>Affiliation Bonus: You have a crew of professional criminals. Their skills range from guns and swords to stealth and hacking. You can get military grade equipment for your crew and have an extra d100 for actions just for them

>>26588

>Vitality: 30

>Skills: Tactics 2 Gunmanship 3 Melee Combat 3

>Equipment:

>Fluff Bonus: Terran supersoldier is a class few can get make it into, and those that do tend to be some of the best. You have a +10 to combat and +20 to talking with terrans.

>Affiliation Bonus: As a Supersoldier you have privileges above ordinary soldiers and a relatively loose leash. You can embark upon your own objectives in the warzone, and can take the risk of not following orders. Just make sure you do

>>26589

>Vitality: 40

>Skills: Combat 5, Regeneration 8

>Equipment:

>Fluff Bonus: In essence you are the perfect soldier physically and mentally. You do what needs to be done, when it needs to be done and without hesitation. You can regenerate 10 vitality a turn up to 40, and upon reaching 0 vitality must roll d100+30

>Affiliation Bonus: You are currently being relentlessly hunted down. The terran government will not allow such a vital asset to escape and you can expect them to levy every weapon they have against you.

>>26594

>Vitality: 15

>Skills: Gunmanship 1, Leading 3, Strategy 3

>Followers: 42nd Field Artillery Regiment Regiment(90 HowitzerX, 50 MLRS, 1 Command Super heavy Howitzer(You can name it it's yours)

>Equipment:

>Fluff Bonus: You have the required skills and abilities to lead a full artillery regiment. Being an officer of high rank in an important field lets you acquire resources and data that you need more easily. You are also able to acquisition allied soldiers and override certain orders if yours are more important or justified.

>Affiliation Bonus: As a terran military Officer you hold both great value to the nation and to the enemy. A double edged sword

>>26597

>Vitality: 30

>Skills: Swordsmanship 6, Leading 3

>Equipment: None

>Fluff Bonus: You are a legend amongst the elves for your skill in combat, and for good reason. Fighting alongside other elves grants you +20

>Affiliation Bonus: As a legend amongst the elves they will do what they can to assist you, while humans will hate you even more. -30 to conversing with humans

>>26601

>Vitality: 35(Flesh of Iron Vitality 40)

>Mana: 40

>Spells: Flesh of Iron(Always Active, disables of wearing non-revealing clothing or armor), Blue Flames(6 mana Fire spell), Purple Storm(8 mana Lightning spell), Sound shatter(4 mana utility spell, simulate the sound of a sonic boom, disorients those around unless targeted), Lightning Enchantment(3 mana Lightning spell, enchant object with properties of thunder and lightning(enchanted shield repels attacks with the sound of thunder and shocks of lightning, enchanted blade burns, slices, shocks target, moves swifter and cuts better, etc)

>Skills: Casting 8, Swordsmanship 6, Strategy 4

>Equipment: Revealing Battle Mage Robes and armor

>Fluff Bonus: You have considerable knowledge of Human ways, ideals, and reasonings. Thanks to this you know them better than they do in some aspects. You have a +15 against all things human in one way or another.

>Affiliation Bonus: As a Battlemage and leader who has contributed so much you hold a very high standing amongst the Matriarchy. You have a good sphere of influence, and your words hold power. It helps that many of your children are as skilled as you in the arts of war.

Rolled 40, 81 = 121 (2d100)

>>26616

>Name: Oakleaf Snowborn

>Race: Elf

>Sex: Male

>Affiliations: Elf Matriarchy

>Age: 52

>Fluff: Never was there a more loyal soldier to the Matriarchy than Oakleaf Snowborn. His deeds in combat were legend (at least for a male). He fought in many of the battles and skirmishes with the Humans, and distinguished himself in combat. The ideal soldier, Oakleaf's martial prowess and morale were unquestionable. With sword, spear, and shield he fought the Humans, defending fortresses and assaulting Human footholds in Accelia, one time even serving as the bannerman in a Matriarchy assault on a Human Island (The boarders were repelled, but not until they dealt a good deal of damage to the Human forces). However, in a fairly recent assault on a Human stronghold, Oakleaf was given an order that proved disastrous. Truly, when he was told to lead a hundred soldiers in an assault on a well-defended breach in the Human fortifications, he could not see the advantage of the move. "Of course," he said to his mistress, "I will do as you bid." A few minutes later, his group charged, swords gleaming and shields rattling as they bounded swiftly across the no-man's-land between the forest where the elves were encamped and the breach in the Human fortress' walls. Over sharp vines of steel and enchanted fields of explosive death he led his men, as they approached the wall. The thunder of gunfire drowned out their battle cries, and many fell. At last, Oakleaf reached the breach. He felled a Human with a spear to the heart, and another with a swing of his sword, and turned around to spur his men onwards. However, when he looked back, he saw nobody behind him. Everyone else in the assault had fallen. His heart sank in his chest. Why would his benevolent matriarch use so many men so callously? Did their lives not matter to her? When he slowly turned back, he saw humans surrounding him, pointing their weapons at him, and commanding him to drop his. For the first time in his life, he did the bidding of humans. He dropped his sword and shield, and wrenched his helmet off of his head, releasing his flowing blonde hair. As the humans approached him, he fell to his knees and let out a cry of anguish. He felt the burden of his brave comrades' souls weigh upon him, and not just the one hundred who followed him into defeat. He felt the presence of the thousands who had died alongside him, fighting for their masters. A rifle butt to the face relieved him of his pain, and his world went black. When he came to, he found himself in a cell, with Humans guarding him. The first thing he learned the first time he was interrogated, was that his 100 men had been a diversion, so that a much stronger force could assault the fortress on the other side. That force had been repelled. He was the only survivor of the charge, one of the few survivors of the entire assault, and the only captive that day. Now, he sits in his cell, waiting for death, for life has lost its luster to him.

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>Vitality: 30

>Mana:(Only for female elves and Accelia natives)

>Spells:(as above)

>Skills: Swordsmanship 6, Leading 3

>Equipment: None

>Fluff Bonus: You are a legend amongst the elves for your skill in combat, and for good reason. Fighting alongside other elves grants you +20

>Affiliation Bonus: Affiliation Bonus: As a legend amongst the elves they will do what they can to assist you, while humans will hate you even more. -30 to conversing with humans

1/2. My cell is cold and unnatural. At least we have the common decency to put people in nice earthen holes. The guards come fairly regularly. I will keep my eye out the next time they take me to be interrogated, and look for any weaknesses in their security. Fortresses are meant to keep attackers out, not keep captives in. Sure, it has a cell, but the primary purpose of this facility is repulsion, and not containment. While I look for possible escape routes, I'll also observe the guards, and maybe other prisoners, if there are any. The ideal plan would involve not only escape, but the taking of the fortress from within. If that's not possible, escape with other prisoners is the priority. If I can't do anything else, I will try to get out by myself. But not yet. For now, I need to plan.

Rolled 73, 43 = 116 (2d100)

>Name: Oakleaf Snowborn

>Race: Elf

>Sex: Male

>Affiliations: Elf Matriarchy

>Age: 52

>Fluff: Never was there a more loyal soldier to the Matriarchy than Oakleaf Snowborn. His deeds in combat were legend (at least for a male). He fought in many of the battles and skirmishes with the Humans, and distinguished himself in combat. The ideal soldier, Oakleaf's martial prowess and morale were unquestionable. With sword, spear, and shield he fought the Humans, defending fortresses and assaulting Human footholds in Accelia, one time even serving as the bannerman in a Matriarchy assault on a Human Island (The boarders were repelled, but not until they dealt a good deal of damage to the Human forces). However, in a fairly recent assault on a Human stronghold, Oakleaf was given an order that proved disastrous. Truly, when he was told to lead a hundred soldiers in an assault on a well-defended breach in the Human fortifications, he could not see the advantage of the move. "Of course," he said to his mistress, "I will do as you bid." A few minutes later, his group charged, swords gleaming and shields rattling as they bounded swiftly across the no-man's-land between the forest where the elves were encamped and the breach in the Human fortress' walls. Over sharp vines of steel and enchanted fields of explosive death he led his men, as they approached the wall. The thunder of gunfire drowned out their battle cries, and many fell. At last, Oakleaf reached the breach. He felled a Human with a spear to the heart, and another with a swing of his sword, and turned around to spur his men onwards. However, when he looked back, he saw nobody behind him. Everyone else in the assault had fallen. His heart sank in his chest. Why would his benevolent matriarch use so many men so callously? Did their lives not matter to her? When he slowly turned back, he saw humans surrounding him, pointing their weapons at him, and commanding him to drop his. For the first time in his life, he did the bidding of humans. He dropped his sword and shield, and wrenched his helmet off of his head, releasing his flowing blonde hair. As the humans approached him, he fell to his knees and let out a cry of anguish. He felt the burden of his brave comrades' souls weigh upon him, and not just the one hundred who followed him into defeat. He felt the presence of the thousands who had died alongside him, fighting for their masters. A rifle butt to the face relieved him of his pain, and his world went black. When he came to, he found himself in a cell, with Humans guarding him. The first thing he learned the first time he was interrogated, was that his 100 men had been a diversion, so that a much stronger force could assault the fortress on the other side. That force had been repelled. He was the only survivor of the charge, one of the few survivors of the entire assault, and the only captive that day. Now, he sits in his cell, waiting for death, for life has lost its luster to him.

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>Vitality: 30

>Mana:(Only for female elves and Accelia natives)

>Spells:(as above)

>Skills:

>Equipment:

>Fluff Bonus: You are a legend amongst the elves for your skill in combat, and for good reason. Fighting alongside other elves grants you +20

>Affiliation Bonus: As a legend amongst the elves they will do what they can to assist you, while humans will hate you even more. -30 to conversing with humans

1/2. My cell is cold and unnatural. At least when we capture people, we have the decency to put them in warm dirt cells. It doesn't matter. I can sense that I will not die here, or indeed, any time soon. The next time that the guards come to take me to my interrogation, I will make a note of as much of this place as I can: The placements of the guards, the number of other prisoners, the signs on the walls and where they lead, the weaknesses in the guards' armour, where they keep their weapons, etc. Once I've memorized these things, I can formulate a plan. The ideal plan would be to somehow free the other prisoners and lead them in taking the fortress from the inside. A good plan would be to free the other prisoners and escape with our lives. A decent plan, and the most likely, would be my simple escape. There may not even be any other prisoners. In any event, I'm only observing for now. I'm not going to try anything yet.

Rolled 43, 42 = 85 (2d100)

>Name: Oakleaf Snowborn

>Race: Elf

>Sex: Male

>Affiliations: Elf Matriarchy

>Age: 52

>Fluff: Never was there a more loyal soldier to the Matriarchy than Oakleaf Snowborn. His deeds in combat were legend (at least for a male). He fought in many of the battles and skirmishes with the Humans, and distinguished himself in combat. The ideal soldier, Oakleaf's martial prowess and morale were unquestionable. With sword, spear, and shield he fought the Humans, defending fortresses and assaulting Human footholds in Accelia, one time even serving as the bannerman in a Matriarchy assault on a Human Island (The boarders were repelled, but not until they dealt a good deal of damage to the Human forces). However, in a fairly recent assault on a Human stronghold, Oakleaf was given an order that proved disastrous. Truly, when he was told to lead a hundred soldiers in an assault on a well-defended breach in the Human fortifications, he could not see the advantage of the move. "Of course," he said to his mistress, "I will do as you bid." A few minutes later, his group charged, swords gleaming and shields rattling as they bounded swiftly across the no-man's-land between the forest where the elves were encamped and the breach in the Human fortress' walls. Over sharp vines of steel and enchanted fields of explosive death he led his men, as they approached the wall. The thunder of gunfire drowned out their battle cries, and many fell. At last, Oakleaf reached the breach. He felled a Human with a spear to the heart, and another with a swing of his sword, and turned around to spur his men onwards. However, when he looked back, he saw nobody behind him. Everyone else in the assault had fallen. His heart sank in his chest. Why would his benevolent matriarch use so many men so callously? Did their lives not matter to her? When he slowly turned back, he saw humans surrounding him, pointing their weapons at him, and commanding him to drop his. For the first time in his life, he did the bidding of humans. He dropped his sword and shield, and wrenched his helmet off of his head, releasing his flowing blonde hair. As the humans approached him, he fell to his knees and let out a cry of anguish. He felt the burden of his brave comrades' souls weigh upon him, and not just the one hundred who followed him into defeat. He felt the presence of the thousands who had died alongside him, fighting for their masters. A rifle butt to the face relieved him of his pain, and his world went black. When he came to, he found himself in a cell, with Humans guarding him. The first thing he learned the first time he was interrogated, was that his 100 men had been a diversion, so that a much stronger force could assault the fortress on the other side. That force had been repelled. He was the only survivor of the charge, one of the few survivors of the entire assault, and the only captive that day. Now, he sits in his cell, waiting for death, for life has lost its luster to him.

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>Vitality: 30

>Mana:(Only for female elves and Accelia natives)

>Spells:(as above)

>Skills:

>Equipment:

>Fluff Bonus: You are a legend amongst the elves for your skill in combat, and for good reason. Fighting alongside other elves grants you +20

>Affiliation Bonus: As a legend amongst the elves they will do what they can to assist you, while humans will hate you even more. -30 to conversing with humans

1/2. My cell is cold and unnatural. At least when we capture people, we have the decency to put them in warm dirt cells. It doesn't matter. I can sense that I will not die here, or indeed, any time soon. The next time that the guards come to take me to my interrogation, I will make a note of as much of this place as I can: The placements of the guards, the number of other prisoners, the signs on the walls and where they lead, the weaknesses in the guards' armour, where they keep their weapons, etc. Once I've memorized these things, I can formulate a plan. The ideal plan would be to somehow free the other prisoners and lead them in taking the fortress from the inside. A good plan would be to free the other prisoners and escape with our lives. A decent plan, and the most likely, would be my simple escape. There may not even be any other prisoners. In any event, I'm only observing for now. I'm not going to try anything yet.

Rolled 22, 52 = 74 (2d100)

>>26616

>>Name: Dalia Elkwood

>>Race: Elven

>>Affiliations: Outcast

>>Age: 46

>>Fluff: Dalia was always the runt of her class when it came to magic, her power was far less as outstanding as her fellow class mates. Around the age of elven puberty where most elves begin to gain sexual urges, Dalia came across a discovery to change her life. While exploring an abandon terran building she came across a series of books that began telling ancient myths from the terran home world. From these books Dalia learned that true power can be obtained through chastity and purity. After obtaining this knowledge her power seemed to sky rocket, wanting to share this knowledge with the rest of her kind she was quickly either laughed out by many or publicly exiled by the elven elders. Now Dalia wanders the lands of Accelia looking to gather followers to her new philosophy and to revolutionize the Elf hierarchy.

>Vitality: 35(Flesh of Iron Vitality: 30)

>Mana: 30

>Spells: Flesh of Iron(Always active, disables if wearing non-revealing clothing or armor), Sleight of hand(3 mana Illusion spell, lets user's actions be harder to identify/see, 1 mana to maintain per turn), Light Strike(2 mana ranged light spell, caster fires a pulse of light)

>Skills: Dancing 1, Leading 1, Speech 1, Casting 4

>Equipment: Revealing Robes, Enchanted Staff(allows easier casting of spells)Terran books

>Fluff Bonus: You are one of the very, very, very, VERY, rare "pure" elves. You have a flat out +10 resistance to corruption and seduction.

>Affiliation Bonus: By going against your races very culture and nature you have earned yourself exile and mocking. Most elves who see you will have reactions ranging from disapproval to outright scorn and mocking. A few may even try to show you the…"error" of your ways. -10 to discussion with elves and as an elf -20 to conversing with humans

1: Following her enlightenment and exile, Dalia secluded herself into the woods and begins to meditate alone in a cave hoping to completely figure out her new powers.

2:After her meditation she then begins to head out to any nearby small elven villages she hasn't immediately been exiled from with the goal to convince her brothers and sisters the errors of their ways.

>>26645

>Vitality: 30

>Skills: Manasight 2, Swordsmanship 3, Martial arts 2

>Equipment: Sightsword, Sight Armor

>Fluff Bonus: You can literally see Mana and magic, and have an above average resistance to magic. This allows you to stand toe to toe with magic users where most others would be turned to dust in a matter of minutes. +10 to following magic and +20 to fighring magic users

>Affiliation Bonus: Your race is long forgotten and hidden away from the world. Generally this makes it easier for you to dissapear and remain mysterious and edgy, but be careful to not reveal too much of yourself and your ancestors.

>>26647

>Vitality: 20

>Mana: 30

>Spells: Bleak Sight(4 or 5 mana darkness spell. 4 lets you read the emotions of someone, while 5 lets you read some of the thoughts of one person.) Hell spear(2 mana darkness spell. Hurl a spear of burning darkness at an enemy) Dark Sphere(7 to 30 mana Darkness spell. Form a sphere of black energy that you can manipulate and move. The more mana channeled the larger the sphere and the longer it last)

>Skills: Casting 4, Staff skill 2, Black magic 4

>Equipment: Dark Staff, Black Robes

>Fluff Bonus: As son of a hellspawn you have a natural aura of intimidation and command. +10 to gathering followers

>Affiliation Bonus: As a member of a group against the Matriarchy you are despised by elves and their allies, but creatures of the dark are your allies. -20 to conversing with elves and +10 to conversing with Dark beings

Rolled 49, 19 = 68 (2d100)

>Name: Andrew Golsan

>Race: Human Super Soldier

>Affiliations: Terran Republic

>Age: 20

>Fluff: Something that always seemed odd to me is the schedule of the army. I spent half a year in the frozen wasteland of Minnesota, going through normal training. Survival, shooting, knife throwing, simulated atomic weapons, normal stuff for infantry. They expect about 75% failure rate during this. Most guys will end up getting taken out or dropping, joining an easier outfit. After six months of sweating it out, then you get injected with whatever concoctions the professor types can come up with. Some folk can't handle the drugs, something about their endocrine system rejecting the implants. I'm not so sure about the specifics, ask one of the sawbones if you're really interested in the process. All I know is I have a few extra parts and set off metal detectors. Then came another year of training, getting back up to fighting strength. You get all your bones replaced, and tell me how long it takes to get back to normal. Would've been quicker to just get the surgeries at the beginning, but then you'd have a bunch of guys capable of crushing cinderblocks running around as civvies.

Anyway, once they juice you up and shove the organs in, then comes the fun part. Not the recuperation, though that is a nice bit of rest. We spend the month on tactics and on sims, one of the things they put in us making it so we only need a few hours a day to sleep. After the R&R, we get issued our suits. Custom made, form fitted, and strong enough that we can snap a gorilla in two with a hug. The jump jets take some getting used to, but with a year to practice, we all got pretty good. The guns they gave us could kill a man with a single shot, and I'm not talking about the bullet. The recoil can pulverize normal human bones. I've never had to do it personally, but you can use them to steer a small ship in space. Depending on the mission, we can get some interesting toys.

Funny thing about this war, I don't hate the enemy. I've seen the reels from back in the 20th century, all the propaganda they used. We don't need to do that anymore, least not with the Marauders. We fight because we were told to.

>Vitality: 30

>Skills: Tactics 2 Gunmanship 3 Melee Combat 3

>Equipment: M2A2 Browning

>Fluff Bonus: Terran supersoldier is a class few can get make it into, and those that do tend to be some of the best. You have a +10 to combat and +20 to talking with terrans.

>Affiliation Bonus: As a Supersoldier you have privileges above ordinary soldiers and a relatively loose leash. You can embark upon your own objectives in the warzone, and can take the risk of not following orders. Just make sure you finish the job on the bounce.

1: Get orders, a Marauder is of no use without a mission

2: Bring my Marauder suit up to Hot status, make sure all of it's systems are in working order.

Rolled 61, 34 = 95 (2d100)

>>26684

>Name: Ashura

>Race: Daemons

>Affiliations: Daemons ("Elven")

>Age: 666

>Fluff: Born deep within the ancient Ley forested hills in northern Darnali, Ashura is a part of a group of several tribes that have lived there in peace for ages. Forced into a peace long ago, the Daemon clans live in relative silence, surviving off the land by themselves. They've all but forgotten there, content to ponder the more philosophical questions in pursuit of knowledge and enlightenment. Ashura was born into the head Amaterasu Clan, but unlike the rest of his kind, he was born blind and so there was some bullying of him amongst his peers. Although the clan did not tolerate this, children were not taught the way of peace yet and from this bully Ashura sought a different path. Forging a weapon and set of armor from dusty, long unused scrolls, Ashura moved towards enlightenment through the path of war. Instead of learning the stoic arts like the rest of his clan, Ashura followed instruction from ancient scrolls and forged his own style of inner peace(and combat style), his blindness actually heightening his innate "World View" and senses. He learned to use his mana to increase his strength, intelligence, and capabilities to beyond what was normal for a Daemon or Elf even and using these new skills he noticed a strange sight upon the coast. He could "see" a shape, but instead of being of the magic flowing through them, he could see the outline of magic flowing around shapes with NO mana at all floating across the water on what was assumed to be some sort of ship. He sensed killing intent from these enigma and after notifying his clan of this update, vowed to find out what was happening in the world and make sure that the balance would be restored if needed. He received approval, but while they had known peace for so long and assumed him to do what was "right", Ashura was of mind to test his new style he dubbed "Angra Mainyu" style and make his people a force to be needed, not forgotten.

>Vitality: 30

>Mana:

>Spells:

>Skills: Manasight 2, Swordsmanship 3, Martial arts 2

>Equipment: Sightsword, Sight Armor

>Fluff Bonus: You can literally see Mana and magic, and have an above average resistance to magic. This allows you to stand toe to toe with magic users where most others would be turned to dust in a matter of minutes. +10 to following magic and +20 to fighring magic users

>Affiliation Bonus: Your race is long forgotten and hidden away from the world. Generally this makes it easier for you to dissapear and remain mysterious and edgy, but be careful to not reveal too much of yourself and your ancestors.

1-2; Move south west near the coast, training Swordsmanship