WG - The 'Evil' RP Discussion Thread, Villains Thread Options

[Uleni Athram]

VILLAINS

*Raven (Darkness Eternal)
*Marianne Wickhart (Elizabeth Hollow)
*Gangrayin, "King Rat" (Colonel Mustard)
*Celdryn Minan'Kherus (Uleni Athram)
*Ionna Ebenus (Black Hand)


HEROES
*Sethyas Velas (Black Hand)
*Serene (Minque)
*Carnius Hackelt and Her Ladyship (Colonel Mustard)


Yo! This would be the evil characters thread in the 'End-Of-Reality' scenario we're currently brainstorming with. Post your characters here, whether they be Villains or Heroes, and for the sake of convenience of knowing whose side you guys are on, please write 'Villains' or 'Heroes' at the beginning of your character sheets.

This would also be our very own Discussion Thread, since the other one is kinda busy.

So yeah!

Post the Evil Ones and Good Ones here!

EDIT: For those looking to join this RP in the side of protagonists, please post your characters' names ONLY, with a link that goes to their full profile in the original Goblet Discussion Thread. That way we'll have a headcount on both sides.

This post has been edited by Uleni Athram: Sep 9 2013, 10:57 AM

[Colonel Mustard]

An assassin who's able to teleport short distances, eh?

Also, quick question: the character (or possibly characters) I'm going to be using for my protagonist(s) are in all likelihood only going to be used for this RP and not in the main Wobbly Goblet Playground; seeing as that's the case, should I post them up in this thread or stick them in the main one anyway?

Here's my antagonist character, by the way. I got Dishonoured on my brain from Liz, so yes, I will admit that my character is shamelessly derivative in a number of ways.



VILLAINOUS CUR

Name: Gangrayin, or, using his own grandiose title, “King Rat”

Race: Bosmer

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Sign: The Shadow

Home country: Bravil

Faction and Rank: No one faction, but has links to the Thieves Guild

Skills and talents: His primary skill is vermepathy (controlling and communicating with rats, spiders and other, similar creatures with his mind). He also has some ability in mind-reading, though it’s hard for him to keep such efforts concealed without great difficulty. He is relativey skilled in moving stealthily and quietly, and has some ability in petty thievery.

Physical Appearance: Even by bosmer standards, Gangrayin is small, wiry and thin. There is a vicious cast to his features, as if he spent too long sneering and could never quite fully shake the expression. His hair is short and brown, his eyes are a dark green and his skin is pale from time spent out of the sun and under the ground. He is almost invariably grubby, dishevelled and underfed.

Weapons of Preference: Usually, his minions; in the rare occasions where he’s forced to fight in person, he prefers daggers coated in poisons. When he has to fight, he is vicious, dishonourable and surprisingly strong for his size, determined to survive whatever the cost.

Clothing: Ragged brown sackcloth trousers and a ragged brown sackcloth shirt (he likes the colour brown). For ornamentation he wears necklaces made from rat skulls, beetle carapaces and pieces of pilfered jewellery.

Magical abilities or powers: Like all bosmer, Gangrayin was born with the ability to commune with and command wild animals, but with vermin such as spiders and rats he is able to take this a step further, able to effortlessly read their thoughts and command them. This most likely due to the fact that he is a natural-born telepath, and can read minds; due to the fact that he hasn’t much bothered to refine the skill when it comes to mortals, the reading of anything other than surface thoughts is often intrusive and easy to detect.

The spells he knows are:

Command Vermin: Using his telepathy, Gangrayin can order verminous creatures to do his bidding.
Summon Rat Swarm: A swarm of vicious, starving rats is conjured forth, overwhelming enemies in a tide of tiny bodies and biting teeth and condemning them to a painful death.
Summon Spider: A large spider, size of a man’s hand, crawls forth from Oblivion, willing to end whoever Gangrayin commands with the potent, ensorcelled venom dripping from its fangs.
Summon Insect Swarm: A swarm of flies, locusts and mosquitoes burst from Gangrayin’s outstretched palm, confusing and disrupting enemies with a blinding cloud of tiny bodies.
Awareness of the Rat: Gangrayin gains the ability to see in complete darkness, and his hearing and sense of smell are also greatly boosted.
Bolthole: Casting this spell means Gangrayin is able to squeeze through small spaces that no normal mortal should be able to get through, an immensely useful skill for getting out of danger.
Moonshadow: As he was born under the Shadow, he is able to turn invisible once per day.

Mental Profile/Personality: Gangrayin’s greatest talent is his ability to think that, whatever the situation and whatever he has done, he is always in the right. As a result, he is immensely self-centred and narcissistic, and suffers from a persecution complex, believing that anyone who might try and stop him or punish him is against him and has it in for him for no reason. As well as this, he is vicious, surly, petty and cruel, and will never let go of past grievances, no matter how small.

The one thing he cares for are his pets, the rats and spiders under his control, and anyone who threatens them or kills them are immediately marked as enemies.

Biography/life history: Raised as an orphan in Bravil, Gangrayin was an unpleasant child, cruel even when young who delighted in petty thievery and surprisingly vicious pranks. Beatings and other punishment were viewed, in his eyes, as unfair persecution, the proprietors of the orphanage singling him out for punishment over the others. In particular, he had a hatred for a Sister Kelrus, who tried to use tough love on him in order to straighten it out; most reasonable people would have seen the Sister’s efforts as fruitless but caring, but in Gangrayin’s eyes she was picking on him for no reason.

When he was ten, he decided that enough was enough and ran away, taking to Bravil’s streets. He was picked up by a member of the Thieves Guild, who took him in and trained him as a pickpocket, providing Gangrayin with food and shelter in return for the coin and valuables the boy could take. He was good at what he did, his burgeoning telepathic abilities meaning he could judge when a target was most distracted. When the guildsman found out that Gangrayin had been keeping a cut of the takings for himself, the man cuffed the young bosmer around his pointed ears and warned him that, while he would let this pass this time, if he did that again there would be more trouble. In response, Gangrayin ran away once again.

He left Bravil, wandering across Cyrodiil until, near Bruma, guided by chance, fate or Daedric design, he stumbled across the Shrine of Namira. There, the Prince asked for Gangrayin’s loyalty, and in return she would grant him the power to wreak revenge on all who had wronged him. The young wood elf agreed, Namira granting him the power to control vermin through his telepathic abilities.

He wreaked revenge immediately; the thief who had taken him in was devoured by a swarm of rats, and Sister Kelrus had a spider creep into her bed. His revenge wreaked, and fearful of retribution from others, Gangrayin left Bravil for the Imperial City, where he spent much of his time hidden away in the sewers. He expanded his own repertoire of powers as he did more tasks in service of Namira, as well as fighting the goblins, outlaws and vampires that infested the tunnels. Whether his title of King Rat was his own invention, or given to him by fearful denizens of the sewers, is unknown, but he revelled in the glory and infamy of the name, growing all the more vicious and powerful as time went on, the dangerous and megalomaniacal ruler of a petty underground kingdom.

This post has been edited by Colonel Mustard: Sep 9 2013, 07:16 AM

[Grits]

An assassin who's able to teleport short distances, eh?

Also, quick question: the character (or possibly characters) I'm going to be using for my protagonist(s) are in all likelihood only going to be used for this RP and not in the main Wobbly Goblet Playground; seeing as that's the case, should I post them up in this thread or stick them in the main one anyway?

I think just this one to help make it clear that the two worlds are separate. You can always put their sheets in the other discussion thread later if you decide to have them join the main Playground.

[Colonel Mustard]

An assassin who's able to teleport short distances, eh?

Also, quick question: the character (or possibly characters) I'm going to be using for my protagonist(s) are in all likelihood only going to be used for this RP and not in the main Wobbly Goblet Playground; seeing as that's the case, should I post them up in this thread or stick them in the main one anyway?

I think just this one to help make it clear that the two worlds are separate. You can always put their sheets in the other discussion thread later if you decide to have them join the main Playground.

Yeah, I thought that that would be the case. In light of such information, I give you...


HEROES

Name: Carnius Hackelt

Race: Imperial

Gender: Male

Age: 37

Sign: The Lord

Home country: Imperial City, but currently residing in the Shivering Isles

Faction and Rank: Shivering Isles, Duke of Dementia, Regent of Sheogorath

Skills and talents: Spending most of his life working as a gladiator, Carnius is an excellent fistfighter, able to take on armed opponents with only his hands and emerge victorious. He is intelligent, able to think his way through most situations, and naturally talented as a tactician and an able general, with experience leading the Shivering Isles’ forces against the Greymarch. A city boy, he is somewhat lost in rural settings, is able to adapt to just about any city he visits quickly and easily.

He is, however, barely literate; he struggles to read and aside from being able to scrawl something imitating his own name, cannot write.

Physical Appearance:



Carnius has the build and appearance of a born fighter, one who has plied his trade all of his life. It’s easy to see that his nose has been broken and reset many times, he is brawny and fit in his six feet of height, and he carries himself like a man who is intimately acquainted with violence. Running down the left side of his face is a long scar, caused by the blade of an Order Knight.

Weapons of Preference: His fists. To aid in fighting, he wears a pair of heavy gauntlets, made from steel and Madness Ore, with the knuckles spiked with Daedric ebony, and running along the wrists are a trio of curved spikes forged from Madness Ore, used to catch blades and the hafts of weapons and wrench them out of opponents’ hands.

The fighting style itself is a fusion of Akaviri Kraytae styles and Yokudan Kragmav, adapted to be used with armour; kicking is fairly rare, as it is difficult to kick effectively while wearing armour, and instead it is reliant primarily on the usage of hands, with a style of grabs, punches and elbow strikes. If an immediate killing blow cannot be struck, Carnius will usually disarm opponents before finishing them off, either by forcing their weapons from their hands or by breaking arms and legs.

Clothing: When not in combat, Carnius dresses simply, in good quality linen; as a nobleman of the Isles, he can afford better clothes, but feels uncomfortable in them.

When fighting, as well as his gauntlets he fights in the armour traditional of the Dukes and Duchesses of Dementia; all forged from Madness Ore, a metal that is dark-bronze in colour, he has a heavy breastplate but much lighter armour on his arms and legs (typically chainmail).

Miscellaneous:

Magical abilities or powers: No magical abilities

Mental Profile/Personality: Carnius is a pragmatist, cool, collected and practical in all situations. He is uneducated but still intelligent, and though he can seem a little reserved and calculating at times he still cares a good deal about others and has a dry sense of humour. He has a talent for lateral thinking and strategy. Notably, he refuses to drink any kind of alcohol; his father, though essentially a decent man, was prone to violent rages when drinking, and Carnius fears that he may have inherited such predispositions.

Biography/life history: Carnius was born in the Imperial City, and spent most of his life on the Waterfront. He got little education, spending most of his time running with gangs of street kids, making money through occasional work on the docks with his father. When his father passed away, it fell to Carnius to support himself and his mother, but now that he was the primary breadwinner of his household he felt that he should do something to alleviate their poverty. With his talent for street brawling and fistfighting, he decided to try his luck in the Imperial Arena; much to his surprise, he won his first match against another Pit Dog, netting himself fifty septims.

He and his mother ate well that night, and the next day, he returned to the arena. Over time, he trained, fought and rose up the ranks of the Imperial City Arena, earning coin and glory, until after fifteen years in the arena, he came to the match that would change everything, the match that would secure him the position of Grand Champion of the Imperial Arena, and the match where he killed his best friend, Agronak Gro-Malog.

Even though Agronak wished to die, the orc distraught by the recently-acquired knowledge that his father was a vampire, Carnius found that his means of acquiring the title of Grand Champion had soured the achievement. As well as this, having reached the goal he had been striving for, he felt a sense of discontent and a lack of direction in his life. In the end, realising that he wanted to get away from it all, he packed what few belongings he needed and set off to go through the strange doorway that opened in the Niben Bay.

What followed is a story too long to be told briefly, but Carnius stepped through into the Shivering Isles. He spoke with gods, he battled madmen and tyrants, he was challenged by angels, he met the first thing to ever go mad, he was confronted by the horrors of Xedilian, carried the essence of Sheogorath in his mind and he fell in love. By the end of it, he emerged as the Duke of Dementia, the man who had bested Jygallag, Daedric Prince of Order and Tyranny, and who finally found a place and a home in the land he had helped save. He married Her Ladyship, ostensibly as a symbol of the unity of the Isles though really for love (the lie is a necessity thanks to the Demented hatred of Manics), and has called the Isles home for the last five years.


 
Name: Her Ladyship

Race: Breton

Gender: Female

Age: 31. Possibly. It’s complicated

Sign: The Tower

Home country: The Shivering Isles

Faction and Rank: The Shivering Isles, Duchess of Mania

Skills and talents: Intelligence gathering, lying, acting, reading, fooling and manipulating people, observation, forward planning, stateswomanship, management of resources and money, some talent for moving quietly, swordfighting, generally being really goddamn classy.

Physical Appearance:


Though past her prime of youth, Her Ladyship is still remarkably good looking. She is sure to take care of her appearance, and is graceful and elegant.

Weapons of Preference: Dependant on the situation, but usually weapons that can be easily concealed, and when using such armaments carries a collapsible one-handed crossbow and half a dozen small knives. If in open combat or not needing to conceal weapons, she also carries a katana, a memento from her days in the Blades. The hairpins she wears are also deadly sharp, and contain an elegant mechanism within them that injects anyone stabbed by them with a potent toxin.

Clothing: When in normal situations, Her Ladyship typically favours elegant dresses and gowns, unfailingly of the best quality materials that can be obtained.

When in open combat, she wears Amber Armour, as is the tradition for the Dukes and Duchesses of Mania.

Magical abilities or powers: No magical abilities

Mental Profile/Personality: Her Ladyship is ruthless and cunning, with a deeply cynical streak, but is ultimately determined to use her own abilities and resources to help others. She is charismatic and charming, and is adept at reading people and situations and working out how to turn them to her advantage. She eschews violence and treats it as a final resort, and feels that the best way to defeat an enemy is to do so without drawing a weapon, though if it comes to combat she is more than able to hold her own.

She has a great dislike of seeing those she views as undeserving of suffering suffer, and has a deep hatred of unfairness and injustice in the world.

Biography/life history: In the days when she had a name, Her Ladyship was a member of the Blades, where her skills in manipulation and trickery were put to use in service of the Empire. Her work was primarily focussed on intelligence gathering, of infiltrating anti-Imperial groups and reporting on them from the inside. During one of those missions, she was tasked with joining a group of daedra worshippers and taking them down from the inside; when the mission went wrong and she was uncovered, the worshippers threw her into Oblivion.

By luck, or perhaps the interference of Sheogorath, she landed in the Shivering Isles. There, she left her name behind, and seeing that she had no opportunity to return home, set out making a place for herself in this strange new land. She took the Isles, quite literally, by the balls, steadily buying up brothels and sex establishments across both Mania and Dementia, making great profits and also reforming the places; in her days in the Blades, one mission involved time working in a brothel, where she was appalled at the conditions many of the women were forced into, made vulnerable to abuse and violence and with no help from outside.

Her work ran parallel to her climbing up the ladder of the Isles’ nobility (the standards of Mania’s nobles vary wildly to those of Nirnian noble-born). Then, one day, Sheogorath called both herself and all of the other high-ups of the Isles to him. He told them that there was a storm coming, that the time had come to prepare, that a hero from without, a champion, needed to be found.

Her Ladyship took the mission statement to heart. She worked out means to return herself to Nirn, for brief visits, and there frequented the Imperial City Arena, scouting for talent. She saw potential in a young man who fought with his mind as much as his fists, and began sponsoring him, paying for additional training and extra equipment. The young man was Carnius Hackelt, and when he finally arrived in the Isles, in time for the Greymarch, she met him, aiding him as the Greymarch approached; by that time, Carnius had grown beyond a young man into an adult just a year older than her, thanks to the uncanny manner in which time moved in the Isles relative as it did to Nirn.

By the time the war had finished and Jygallag had been thwarted, Her Ladyship had replaced Thadon as Duchess of Mania, and married Carnius. Mania has prospered under her rule, Her Ladyship proving herself an excellent stateswoman and one of the most beloved Duchesses in the nation’s history.

This post has been edited by Colonel Mustard: Sep 9 2013, 05:09 AM