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Aur Ain Soph
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Very Old Dragon
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 12:13 am Post subject: nWoD Core: The P.E. |
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This is the thread for the nWoD introductory game being held for members of GRAIL. Relevant information and synopsis forthcoming.
For my players: please post a short profile of your character. You don't have to go into detail--I just need a paragraph or two to get to know them.
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Russianguyovic
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Young Adult Dragon
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 7:12 pm Post subject: |
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Recap:
So, after introducing our characters, professor Caso(?), drove us somewhere vaguely in the direction of north. As we alighted from the bus (wherein much character interaction took place), Caso went ahead and talked to one of the locals. A much heated--yet still inaudible--conversation took place, which saw Caso storming out of the cube-like building. We followed suit, except for Elijah who did push-ups. The hike to the mountain campsite winded Elijah and my character, Karl. There we set up camp and engaged in more character socialization before Caso told us to forage for food lest we go hungry later that night.
Our characters managed to pull off some pretty random :consored: to get the food we oh-so-desperately needed (random :consored: that garnered me 6 points of bashing damage, which has already healed, BTW), and was carted off to bed via plot device. Around 12:45 (?) in the morning, Karl and Hannah's character (piloted by Lukas, hilariously) heard distinct laughter coming from the forest, children's laughter to be specific. After the rudimentary freakout, the laughter turned to a cacophonic and urine-discharging screamfest from an indeterminate source. With most of the characters (and student NPCs) awake, we went to Caso's tent for guidance and possibly comforting hugs. We got none of those as he wasn't in his tent. The horrors of the early evening still weighing on our character's minds, we opted to loot his tent for food and weapons, finding only the former to sate future hunger strikes. My character took hold of the situation and set off with a group of characters (both PC and NPC) to find Caso, with the screaming still ringing in the night sky.
Several yards later, the screaming stopped and we found Caso coming from the forest cover. After describing to him what took place, he dismissed our experiences as mass hysteria. Exasperated and probably flipping out of her gourd, Hannah's character took my machete and trained it under Caso's throat. We succeeded in preventing a needless murder and went back to camp.
Due to the overwhelming student demand to go the :consored: home the next morning, Caso folded and attempted to lead us back from whence we came. We couldn't find our way back, so my character suggested a ried-and-true method in dealing with magical befuddlement. So we turned our clothes inside-out.
To no avail.
I suffered 3 points of bashing damage.
THE END
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Knightingale
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Young Adult Dragon
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| Joined: 25 Dec 2009 |
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 9:14 pm Post subject: |
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This is a great time to try and remember and revise details off the top of my head.  a I'm not sure I even remember my character's name or statistics, but here we go~
Nicholas "Nick" Ezekiel Mar
Virtue: Hope
Vice: Sloth
Merits: Unseen Sense (***), Direction Sense (*), Resources (***... I think. LOLOL)
Course: BA Lingguistics; at the last game I said Japanese, but I might change it to something I feel more... character-appropriate.
If Leonardo Da Vinci was born in the 20th Century, Filipino, and afflicted with a terminal case of laziness and an obsessive affection for cats, Nick... probably wouldn't be him. He might, however, come pretty close.
Generally, Nick displays the amiable, vague politeness of someone who has heard of the concept of 'social behavior' and might have read a book on it. Otherwise, however, he regards it like one regards a foreign species: exotic, dangerous, and likely to bite. As a result, he's quite happy on his own, entertaining himself by engaging in whatever his latest creative interests happen to be. He's dabbled in painting and sketching in his youth, but at the moment his interest lies more along the lines of knitting and crochet, and he's rarely seen without a pair of needles and a project that might conceivably be the front of a thoroughly postmodern sweater.
With a tendency to trail off mid-sentence and stare into the middle distance, most people would probably be inclined to dismiss Nick as either short of a few braincells or afflicted with attention deficit disorder. Underneath his apparently fluffbrained exterior, however, is a surprisingly level mind. Nick's not easily rattled, though his Panglossian naivete (the result, perhaps, of a sheltered upbringing) may be a painful contrast to the occasional display of insight and intelligence.
In sum: a spoiled little rich boy as sweetly dim as a puppy in situations out of his depth (which is anything to do with 'social activity' or 'understanding other people') but with a mind sharp enough to cut itself when applied (in)correctly. Best kept under constant supervision, lest he stray off after the shadow of some imagined cat. |
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Pepper Plane
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Wyrmling Dragon
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| Joined: 25 Dec 2009 |
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 9:42 pm Post subject: |
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Cyndi Abenoja
Virtue: Fortitude
Vice: Wrath
Course: BM Strings - majoring in Cello
Age: 18
Cheerleaders aren't usually stoic and unsociable, but Cyndi's always been special in her own way.
Elitist and somewhat manipulative, she looks down on almost everyone (the fat, the dumb, and the..less privileged) which can be attributed to the manner in which she was raised (in the Cordillera mountains, stick fighting with the village urchins, whom she hated) or the fact that she went to a rich kid's all-girls' high school in Manila, where she learned the fine art of manipulation (much easier when boys are involved).
Basically, Cyndi doesn't like dealing with people unless absolutely necessary. Once her friendship is won however, she turns sweet, and will prove to be quite loyal. Another thing is her determination: she will stop at nothing to get what she wants.
Cyndi is quiet, short of temper, gullible (growing up rather sheltered), and with no sense of direction. She has violent tendencies, which, coupled with her athletic prowess, can prove to be quite...intimidating. She enjoys playing the Cello, and dreams of joining a world-class Orchestra someday. |
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Poisonous Magic Pie
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Adult Dragon
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| Joined: 21 Aug 2008 |
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| Location: In your mind |
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 11:52 pm Post subject: |
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Cliffsford Wang
Virtue: Charity
Vice: Pride
Merits: Eiditic Memory (**), Language (Chinese) (**), Resources (**), Iron Stamina (*)
Course: BS Biology (Pre-Med)
Clannish, conceited and privileged. At first glance, Cliffsford appears as caricature of your privileged Filipino-Chinese high school student. Upon further inspection, he fits the stereotype to a T.
An overachiever during his high school days, Cliffsford had a reputation among the faculty and student body as no-nonsense workaholic. Don't let this fool you into thinking that he has no social life, he does wander in a few social circles, but only because he considers it to be part of his duties as a student.
Despite his somewhat idyllic high school existence, Cliffsford was left unfulfilled by all of this, which led him to try his hand at more extra-curricular activities in college. He vowed that he would try his hand at student government and, maybe, be more involved in activities which he would normally view as outside the scope of academics.
For now, old habits die hard. |
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Russianguyovic
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Young Adult Dragon
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| Joined: 08 Aug 2008 |
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 12:04 am Post subject: |
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Tiny draft to appease the Elder Gods until tomorrow's more structured (and more sober) clean-up.
Karl Ivann Carandang
*jaunty digital camera view panning from left to right; the pale green nightvision wash zooms in and out, focusing on nothing in particular, save for some rocks, trees and underneath scrub; heavy, labored breathing is heard in the background, punctuated by sharp, explosive bursts of laughter; the camera gets flipped around and the face of a young man with patchy stubble, a black eye and cheap wire-frames taped at the bridge snaps in view; he's nervous*
"Haha! So, it's still on. Thought the batteries ran out after... rightrightrightright, it doesn't matter. *the boy's eyes dart from left to right, he bites his lip, hard* Okayokay, so I know this sounds crazy, hell, I probably AM going crazy, but several 'found footage' paranormal mockumentaries--Blair Witch, Lake Mungo, Paranormal Activity, Ernest Goes To Camp and Gets Flayed Alive By Eldritch Powers, to name a few--have successfully proven that :consored: like this, *he stretches his arms behind him* needs to be properly documented for certain reasons. One of those reasons is for scaring the shinola out fright-noobs and Your Random Typical Moviegoer after the entire ordeal's done and over with. Imma gonna package this as the real deal and up it on Youtube, wait until it goes viral and reap in the recognition. I may be able to pitch one of my movie ideas to an indie flick factory and... *he bites his thumb* Right, right.
"Anyway, I'm Karl Ivann Carandang, film student [RETCON PAUNCH!] and we are in the middle of a sufficiently foreboding forest due to the questionable machinations of one [FIRST NAME] Caso *the camera whips to a tent, neatly propped up and dimly-lit from the inside*. Smile for the camera, you little pisshole. Now, I've half a mind to think that this is all some sick joke on your part, but Sweet Zombie Jesus, you're not that smart, resourceful nor artistically sadistic to mess with our heads this good. Sadistic, yes. But you can only go as far as a creatively-strung series of insults, before your skull caves in from the exertion so...
"Offtrackofftrack, *camera spins to the boy's face again; he's surprisingly focused, as if he rehearsed his next lines* Earlier this evening--or morning--27 sane, healthy people ranging from the ages of 17 to 24 heard the disembodied voices of multiple children laughing. It could either be mass hysteria or Duvall Gapasin, enjoying himself with helium and pot again, but the laughter was as clear as a bell and the fact that it turned into a high-pitched, sustained wailing didn't exactly help our resolve. And it's not the sort you get used to too, you know. You sort of hear it *he looks at the camera with heavy brows* on the inside. *he holds the gaze for a few seconds, then he laughs* Ahh, ha-ha, yes, yes. Right. I should be shaking in my boots right now if I could afford them.
"Right, right. Where was I? RIGHT. Something's up, definitely. Caso knows something. Something that may answer my questions. Questions such as 'Why are we here?,' 'Where is this place?,,' 'Who was he talking with a few hours ago?' or and before I forget, 'What the HELL is happening?' All valid. But, yeah, if he gets iced within the next few days--Middle-Aged Man Found Mangled Beyond Recognition/Dead of Mysterious Causes, I know how this story ends--or he sacrifices us to some sodomite hillbilly goat-deity--plot twist of the Jersey Diaries, FYI--either way, we leave with nothing.
"Or we don't leave at all.
"BUM-BUUUUUUM. *he chuckles, left eyebrow raised* I believe a video will is in order0 *his expression softens*. 'Nay, thanks for everything and I DO mean everything. And good of you to kick Tatay out; the bastard was ruining our awesome family dynamic by not working and beating me and Kara with belt buckles. Don't worry, don't worry, I won't develop a complex or anything. In all rationality, the guy was absolutely batshit, so no big loss, eh? I leave you my pirated collection of Asian horror DVDs. I know you didn't exactly condone my little, err, obsession, but thanks for tolerating it. May Sadako keep you warm at night. Kiss-kiss, 'Nay.
"To my beloved sister, Kara, you get my lesbian porn in the Bad Badtz Maru USB stashed behind my bookcase. Yeah, I know. Have known for a long time actually. *he scratches his head and he breathes a thin, reedy breath* Crap, did I accidentally out you to 'Nay? Haha, oh well. The sooner, the better, right? You'll enjoy Trixie Tatas. I know for a fact she's your type. PROTIP: Next time you use my laptop, sweep the history. You're 15; you should know this by now. *he smiles at the camera* Hey, I'm proud of you. I really am. Love you, Kara.
"And to 'Tay. *his expression grows serious* You get my piss in a jar. I JRS-Express'd it to your new address, so enjoy its heady aroma and sparkling golden color. That's all you deserve and that's all I'm willing to give.
"Anyway, I have to go. It's getting late and I need to regain my energy for that inevitable trek back to the buses tomorrow. Last night left my classmates frenzied, and I'll be damned if they'll willingly stay here for another night. But... *he trails off, and looks into the forest once more* horror flick tropes compel me to think otherwise. Something or someone will not permit us to leave.
"I mean, we're not even at the Chase yet."
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Knightingale
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Young Adult Dragon
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 1:47 am Post subject: |
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HAVE A CRAPPY RECAP
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Why does this feel like something out of Lord of the Flies?
Nick had, by this point, lost count of how many times the thought had crossed his mind. Then again, any situation where a number of schoolchildren ended up lost and with steadily disintegrating morals inevitably invited comparisons to Lord of the Flies. It was just a point that things inevitably collapsed towards, like matter to a black hole, or internet arguments to comparisons with the Nazis.
In retrospect, Nick reflected, wiping bile from his mouth once the heaving had stopped, it would perhaps have been wiser not to throw up. Who knew when they were going to find food again? Especially given how things had degenerated from 'bad' to 'terrible.'
Really, how had things even gotten to this point?
Leaning against a relatively sturdy tree to catch his breath, Nick ran through the last twenty-four hours in his head, trying to collect a somewhat-coherent chronology of events. Well, first, they'd ended up back at the camp site after a fruitless attempt to head back to the foot of the mountain. Then, for some reason, the rest of the class had broken out into a riot-- right around that film student, too.
Now, what was that guy's name again? Marl? Karl? He'd ask Cyndi later; she usually remembered the people she threatened with bodily injury. He was terrible with names.
Nick wasn't quite sure how it had happened, but someone had then directed the mob's attention to their teacher. After that, things became a blur, mostly because he'd been half-trampled by the mad rush of students swarming Professor Caso and...
Well. Killing him, not to put too fine a point on it. Oh dear. So much for camping being an easy uno.
Nick winced at the memory. All right, so he hadn't liked the greasy, tanned fitness buff very much, especially not after a couple of days without showering (even in the wilderness one must make concessions for hygiene), but he was fairly certain there were professors that more rightly deserved the (dis)honor of being trampled to death by UP students. Nick had tried to get him out of the press of bodies, but a solid elbow to the nose had put paid to that effort.
The last time he had been in a similar situation was when he'd had the misfortune to stand between a horde of gay men and a clear space to the route of last December's Oblation Run. It was difficult to determine which of the two mobs had been more vicious.
The "Vincent" who showed up after that made Nick uneasy, though he couldn't put a finger as to why. The way he stepped up after the mob had worn itself out was just... perhaps a little too convenient? Anyone who just watched his classmates beat someone to death and still came up smelling like roses was nothing but bad news, but for as long as he wasn't actually doing anything actually wrong, it was something they'd just have to deal with.
"They" being the only other members of the class who apparently had a level of brain function higher than that of the average sheep, not to insult the thinking capacity of sheep. Thankfully, at least 'Cliffsford' seemed to know what he was doing, or at least how to tell other people to do things. Someone in this mess had to.
With an effort, Nick lifted his hands and pressed them to his temples, staving off the gentle throb of a sleepless night and too little food. Throwing up really had been a bad idea. But really, how else were you supposed to react to seeing your teacher and one of your classmates turned into a bloody mess not unlike the 'chop chop lady' tabloid headers of one's childhood? He felt his stomach roil just thinking about it.
The sun was out, but the discovery of the bloody mess under the tent had erased what little comfort it offered.
The memory of shadows and children's laughter in the night made Nick shiver. He had yet to ask Cyndi what exactly she had seen that made her scream like that, but it must have been something horrible. Part of him wondered if they were just victims of some terrible prank and if Caso was somewhere watching them on a series of CCTV cameras, guzzling peanuts and guffawing at their ineffectuality, and if Davide was with him, enjoying his early exit from the game.
It would have been so much easier to think that.
Instead, for some reason, he found himself remembering the cold, fixed stare the man in the government office building had given them, just before they had begun to make their ascent. Surely, if there was something dangerous here, they would have given them a real warning.
Wouldn't they? |
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