IRK Iron Kingdoms RPG presentera din karaktär!

Som de flesta vet kommer Banne att dra igång en IRK kampanj . Vilket är sjukt kul får då kan jag vara med som spelare(och göra livet surt för folk muhaha ..

Så jag tänkte att vi kunde slänga upp en tråd och börja presentera våra karaktärer vi tänker spela. Vet att flera var sugna på att vara med, men detta blir som jag förstår det mera traditionellt RPG(så vi kan inte vara för många). Sist jag pratade med Banne sa han att det fanns plats för 6-7 stycken personer. Så om ni vill vara med på detta hör av er till Banne så fort som möjligt..

Som sagt min karaktärs presentation

Namn: Reverend Silencio Spada, AKA(also known as) Ashen Chill
Ras: Nyss
Yrke: Alchemist/Assassin
Spelare: Daniel..
(- Gorman Di Wulfe, Reverend Spada is not not impressed by your performance!)

Länkt till större bild https://2img.net/h/s18.postimg.cc/hquqampzt/spada.jpg

Nya konceptet, Urban Survivor/Cutthroat

Tyros di Valsirian, Gun Mage of Ios



Name/Titel: Tyros di Valsirian, Gun Mage of Ios

Archetype/Race: Gifted Iosan

Careers: Duelist Gun Mage

Personality/Background: Kommande...

Notes: Både namn och titel på min karaktär är under revision i mitt huvud, får se vad slutresultatet blir. Kommer som sagt spela en Iosan Gunmage som gillar att vara up-close and personal med fienden. Hoppa runt i närstrid och blåsa av fiendens huvuden med mina pistoler. Har inte bestämt helt hur han ska vara som person, kommer nog vara lite elak, dock inte som Dannes genomonda rasist-Nyss. Men mera åt shady, kan inte lita på samt blåsa folk. Gun-for-hire! Satt och kollade på Scyrahmodeller och Garryth passar perfekt. Dubbla pistoler med gunblade, WIN! Ska köpa honom sen och måla i lämpliga shady colours.

Tog mig friheten att fixa till din bild lite Micke , du lär ju inte springa runt i den där typen av rustning eller?


http://www.image-share.com/ijpg-2355-60.html


http://www.image-share.com/ijpg-2355-62.html

Nah det där är Ios warcaster armour. Läderrustning för de alverna lutar mer mot vad mage hunters har på sig, medium armour mer vad houseguard halberds har på sig. Och heavy elven armour vad destors och sentinels har på sig.

Fixat bilderna nu förhoppnings vis LOLz

I do like the pics, ger en rätt bra känsla =)
Simon: Gobber alchemist theif
Chrille: Garry Stone warcaster rifleman
Marcus: knight-magehunter (väl?)
Fredrik: female dwarf arcanist-stone sorceress

Kvar! Fast det blir självklart en presentation av karaktärerna i början.

Ras: Cygnar
Yrke: Skilled Pirate/Highwayman
Personlighetsdrag: Charmig, Graciös, Energisk, Äventyrsfull, Självsäker, Envis, Fåfäng, Girig, Egocentrisk, Rastlös, Självgod.

Marshall Cooper skrev:"When I say it's mine, time will always prove me right."

Marshall Cooper skrev:"If I hadn't been so humble, I'd be perfect!"

Coolt, du kan väl den fjortonde?
Laddade upp massa MK1 pdfer på scrib, got the expansion books!

Q: Do you know why pirating is so addictive?

A: When you lose your first hand, you get hooked!

Jocke skrev:Q: Do you know why pirating is so addictive?

A: When you lose your first hand, you get hooked!

Hehe den var bra Jocke

Väldigt lite är känt om mannen som kallar sig Maxwell Colt, det enda som avslöjar något är hans utseende och hans metoder. Hans användande av handeldvapen tyder på någon sorts militär träning och även hans andra färdigheter när det gäller bland annat förhörsmetoder utförs på ett sätt som tyder på många års erfarenhet.
Han går klädd i en tung långrock som har blivit blekt och nött under tidens gång men ser man efter noga så kan man se Cygnars blå/vita färger tillsammans med märken efter militära ranksymboler som har blivit avlägsnade.
För att överleva reser han från stad till stad där han jobbar som prisjägare och det tar inte lång tid innan han blir känd och respekterad. Han är känd för att alltid slutföra dom jobb han har åtagit sig.
"Money talks" är hans livsfilosofi och även om han är lojal mot eventuella medarbetare så sätter han alltid uppdraget över allt annat.

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Tänkte lägga till lite mera Backstory till min karaktär, hur det kom sig att jag lämnade the North hehe och under vilka omständigheter..

Chapter 13 THE END

Down they came, riding across the frozen tundra, with the Black Ice mountains throwing a dark shadow across their backs. The chilling wind blew swiftly across the valley below, the hooves of their Ulk's making a whirling cloud around them. Raptors in the service of the Dragon Everblight, merciless fighters, with pitiless hearts.
Clad in a dark hooded coat Ashen Chill watched them approach him, holding his bow, made of bone, in his right hand, pointing towards the ground. It would be ready in an instant should he need to use it. But for now he waited all his senses surveying the scene before him. He had honed them to crisp perfection after long years of fighting. His cold black eyes reflecting the snow on the ground around him. Soon the ground would probably be covered in blood, his blood and that of his enemies, after all you have to be realistic about these things. These Ulk riders, these Raptor scouts he knew some of them were from the “Blackfrost shard” they had been his tribesmen, but no longer, not since the coming of the Dragon. Standing there on the cliffs above the Broken Mirror lake, fond memories of the past flooded over him, warm fires, the voices of his long dead comrades, all those that had refused to bend their knees to the Dragoon. They were all dead now, all had gone back to the mud, he was the last remnant of the resistance. He laughed softly to himself, how had it come to this? But he knew why, Ashen Chill bows before no one but himself. And he was not about to bow before these bastards now. They had chased him for days all across the Black Ice mountains, down into this valley and right up to the cliffs above lake, it now blocked his way of escape. He had carved a bloody path to get through those mountains, many now lay dead, up their in the high places, their bodies frozen stiff scattered all the way back to the Howling Wastes. And it now looked like there would be more killing before this day was done.

The Raptors rained in their Ulks about thrity paces in front of him. Teen in total all seasoned warriors of many campaigns, he recognized some of their markings, Blackfrost, Voassyr and Raefyll, formidable and feared hunting tribes. Their leader put his heels in his mount and detached himself from the rest. As he came closer Ashen Chill recognized him. His heart sank, dam his luck, It looked like there would be no way out of this accept to fight...
- So you finally ran out of places to go you faithless dog! The voice was harsh and cold.
- Nice to see you to Black Hound, it has been a long time.
- Not long enough, Ashen Chill, your murdering days are over, this is a fitting end for you Oathbreaker...
- I'm not dead yet you halfwit, you should be careful not to celebrate you victories before the deed is done... The God of winter do not take kindly to boastful talk, I should know. A crocked smile started slowly to cross Ashen chills face..
- Haha the old ways are gone, Everblight speaks for the north now, the Gods are all dead. You are an evil bastard Chill, with an even darker reputation, but don't expect me to believe that the Gods speak to you. What is it that tribes say about you again?
- That I have killed more people then Winter, and with those words Ashen Chill let the arrow of his bone bow fly, it hit Black Hound in the eye, penetrating his skull, jerking his head back. He slid out of his saddle with a surprised look on his face, dead even before he hit the ground. It is a sad fact that those that strike first often strike last.

Before Black Hounds Ulk riders had a chance to react, two more of them were dead, Ashen chills black feathered arrows sticking out of their bodies. As he sett off running parallel across the cliffs Ashen Chill already had another arrow nocked and ready to go. The odds were still not good but a lot better then they had been a few seconds ago. Five of them set off in pursuit, one of their Ulks went down sprawling across the ground, as one of Chills arrows struck it in the neck. sending its rider crashing to the ground with a scream. The others drew their short bows and started shooting at him, missing him with a hair's breath. Too close way too close, Chill gritted his teeth as he drew the cold air into his lungs. He turned and droped down to one knee and let the air out in a slow sigh as he loosen two more arrows towards his pursuers The first hit the closest rider in the chest sending him back to the mud, the second missed. - Shit! Was all Chill managed to say before the remaining three were upon him jumping out of their saddles. A large Nyss claymore cast its shadow across his face and he just manged to roll sideways as it cut through the air were he had been. Still alive, but for how long? He heard their battle cries as they charged him. No time to draw his blade, nowhere to run... The air shimmered around him and their blades cut through thin air,  Time stood still as he materialized behind them bow drawn, his hands were swift as the wind as he let his arrows fly at point blank range. Two more went back too the mud with black feathered arrows in their backs. The third turned raising his sword over his head, screaming - Die you Devil!!!, Ashen Chill dodged the blow and drew his own blade with a smooth swift motion cutting down his foe with chilling precision. The Nyss Raptor fell back blood spurting out of his mouth – How?? then he tumbled to the ground dead eyes staring at the sky.

Turning around drawing heavy breaths Ashen Chill saw his two remaining enemies, those who had hung back, their bows now drawn. He heard the bowstrings sing and he felt the sharp pain as an arrow hit him in the leg just above the knee. Indeed it looked like he had been right, both his own blood and that of his pursuers was now spilled upon the snows. You just had to be realistic about things. In the distance he could see more riders approaching, he surveyed his situation; he was caught standing on the cliffs above the lake of Broken Mirrors. Even if he manged to kill these last two, he would not be able to outrun the rest with an arrow in his leg. He looked down on the frothing water hitting the cliffs below, as the Nyss Raptors nocked new arrows and drew back their strings, aiming straight for him. He had only seconds to react, with all the strength he had left he pushed himself up from the ground and jumped.... The Cliffs blurred passed him as he fell arms flailing hopelessly in the air as he tried to turn himself into a better landing position. The water came up to meet him at a frightening speed. He had chosen this but the prospect had looked alot better before he made the jump. The impact as he hit the water knocked the air out of him and made his head spin. So this is the end then he thought, as the cold water came up around him and sucked him down into the darkness........

... And then he slayed his new friend's horse for no other reason then a torn message.

Avalanche skrev:... And then he slayed his new friend's horse for no other reason then a torn message.

Tycker black hound uttryckte det rätt bra: You are an evil bastard Chill, with an even darker reputation hehe after all you have to be realistic about these things...psychotic killers are prone to impulsive behavior...