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  1. Shofet

    Kataphrakte (WIP)

    The Lost World suggestion makes a good deal of sense, and I do think that is something that could be worked with. The only issue I see is that this is a fairly advanced society compared to most of the Lost World, being Alexandrian in technology level. I get what you're saying about the stereotypical girl troubles, but I think her main issue is more that everything down to the body image in the USA is different than what her homeland is. She wouldn't take well to criticism on her appearance based on that criteria, not because she secretly doubts herself, but because she so strongly believes the opposite. Her insecurities would come from, if anywhere, the conflict between maintaining her own cultural standards and allowing the modern world's to affect her. The lack of understanding how the political system works in the USA is just an extension of that, since it also illustrates a vastly different viewpoint: Right now, Kataphrakte's main understanding of the world is that people are born into positions, social mobility isn't a major thing, and social order is maintained through a largely static society. Really, it would play out more socially than politically - Someone is the leader because they are the leader and that is just how things are, not because they are the most well-reasoned or the like.
  2. Shofet

    Kataphrakte (WIP)

    Oh, I actually had to edit that some since, well, it seemed some of the ideas I had didn't work, but yes, I should explain the stagnation a little more. I'll also think on other examples to prove how it couldn't be Earth.
  3. Player Name: Shofet Character Name: Basilissa Roxanē XXI Power Level: 7 (105/105PP) Trade-Offs: None Unspent PP: In Brief: Teen queen out to make a good impression. Alternate Identity: Kataphrakte Identity: Open Birthplace: Alkeidon, Antichthonia. Affiliations: Antichthonian government. Family: Basileus Odysseus III (father, deceased), Phrenē (mother), Orion II (brother) Description Age: 17 (DOB: December 22, 1996) Gender: Female Ethnicity: Helleno-Iranian Height: 5'05" Weight: 155lb Eyes: Ice blue Hair: Curly black Roxy is a striking looking woman, with pronounced features including a prominent chin, high cheekbones, a well-defined mouth and arced eyebrows. She's a bit pudgy, largely from a life of general luxury, but she carries it well. She has a very straight posture, and walks in an a pronounced, dramatic fashion, as befitting her station. Roxy wears her hair long, down to her shoulders, and it is a wild tangle of black curls. Power Descriptions Kataphrakte utilises magic arms and armour alongside minor magical powers. History The tale begins in 330 BC, after Alexander defeated a last stand of the Persian Empire's forces in modern day Iran, in the Battle of the Persian Gate. Alexander, in his drunken glee over his success, burnt down the city of Persepolis. Gennadios, a minor officer serving under Alexander at the time, had finally had enough when he saw such a beautiful city burn at the hands of a drunken lout. Rounding up as many men as he could, from both defecting Alexandrian forces and Achaemenid rebels, Gennadios simply deserted the army, hoping to carve out an empire for himself more worthy than Alexander's, and perhaps to one day defeat the power mad king. The forces were pursued by a small contingent to Armenia, where the forces hid in the caves of the nation's many mountains. There, they escaped into a small unmarked pass to avoid detection and give them time to rally more forces. Strangely, though, the pass went on longer than it should - a faint light drew them further through the caves, to the opposite side, to find themselves in a completely alien location. The climate of the world they exited on was nothing like the cold, mountainous Armenia. The land was lush and green, the air warm and strong. Attempts to exit through the same pass lead to Gennadios' forces discovering that somehow, they had been transported to another world, for walking out the other side of the pass only lead them to the opposite side of the mountain, and not back to Armenia, where they entered from. Further observations confirmed it, the most important being that the sun seemed to rise and set in the opposite direction of Earth. This lead to Gennadios dubbing the strange land "Antichthonia", referring to an old Greek legend of a "counter-Earth" that hid behind the sun, always opposite the planet Earth. The forces soon encountered natives of the world. The natives were a magical sort, strange creatures capable of strong sorcery, who called themselves the "Kalaney". The natives were mystified by Gennadios and his apparent "regal bearing", and much to the officer's surprise, he was offered an "alliance" with the Kalaney. The alliance started out, initially, fairly slow, simply being taught how to survive in the land, but over time, the people of the army began to blend with the Kalaney, and Gennadios was chosen as the "Kakalaneyyir", or "king" by a predecessor who lead the tribes of the Kalaney. Now, fast forward to today. Suddenly, the portal is re-opened, discovered after a young shepherd chased his sheep through. The reigning family is notified immediately. Wanting to make an impression upon the people of the world they left behind, the reigning King, Odysseus II, went through the portal with a contingency of people. He expected to be treated as a demigod, for his people had innate powers brought on by interbreeding with the Kalaney. Instead, he found that the world was more than used to people such as himself, and the sheer shock of all the technology... Well, it scared him literally to death. Suddenly, the young Roxane, his daughter, was left reigning Basilissa of Antichthonia. However, a curiosity was set in her heart when she heard descriptions of this strange world on the other side of the cave. After a few months, she could bear to hear it no longer, and needed to experience it. Leaving her mother, Phrene, as regent, Roxane insistently pushed out into the new world with her advisor, Solon. After talks with the United States and some very confused Hellenologists, Roxane was able to get herself placement within this new world as a sort of "good will" ambassador to the USA from her home dimension. Immediately, she was infatuated with the idea of superheroes, whom she took to be demigods like in her people's legends. Immediately, she moved to Freedom City, the hub of her fascination. There, she found her sources of inspiration. She decided that she would mimic them; rise to their level and prove herself the equals of the men who inhabited a world that her father's mind could not comprehend. Donning artefacts from her people, Roxane adopted the moniker of "Kataphrakte", and has ever since attempted to emulate the people of Freedom City. In her own civilian life, she had enrolled herself in Claremont in an attempt to understand the culture better, while remaining close to people who have the powers that fascinate her. Personality and Motivation: Basilissa Roxanē fits the idea of a Hellenic queen at most times, being driven to dramatics, large scale consumption and just a bit of brattiness. However, she's a genuinely good person despite her faults, and is compassionate if poor at showing it at times. Her haughtiness and high opinion of herself hide the fact that she genuinely holds the world she is in with awe, and that she sincerely wishes to help people. She's a loving, affectionate soul at her core, and she tends to treat any friends she makes as family fairly quickly, as is custom amongst her people. She's perhaps a little too trusting with her friends, however, and when she is let down she often takes it exceptionally hard. Thankfully, she forgives and forgets fairly quickly. Roxane does have some immediate cultural issues that she hasn't resolved, yet. The body image of the people on Earth is drastically different than Antichthonia's, a fact which still makes her uncomfortable. Additionally, democracy is still something that confuses her highly, and while she'd never impune on someone's right to do it, she considers an aspect of barbaroi. Her largest issue is that royalty is legitimately seen as divine in Antichthonia (she holds that she is a descendant of Apollo), and as such disrespect to her tends to upset her gravely, as she's highly unused to being insulted by anyone. Thankfully, her immediate response to insult is not violence, but instead to get huffy and mostly just try to make the insulter feel bad for doing so. Roxane's motivations are varied: the one that got her started was a desire to emulate the "demigods" of the world, ergo, mimicking the superheroes. She's spurred on to not give up by a compassionate heart and a fairly strong sense of what is right and what is wrong. She also wishes to make a good impression on the Earthers about her people. Powers and Tactics: Kataphrakte makes good use of her winged sandals to give her optimum mobility, while using her bow to take long-distance shots at her opponents. If she's forced into a close fight, she'll use her magical powers to separate herself from her opponents. Conflicted Loyalties: When it comes down to it, Roxy has two loyalties: One to Freedom City, her new home, and Antichthonia, her birthplace. Usually, she finds herself prioritising the latter over the former, unless given sufficient reason to do the former. Spoiled: Roxy lived in a lifestyle of sheer luxury before coming to Earth, and while she's definitely trimmed back, one is moulded by the environment they are born into. She finds dealing with hunger and tiredness very difficult, and is happiest when she is eating something. This makes her come off as a bit gluttonous, as well as frivolous with her finances to the point of detriment. She's also given to trusting people who provide her that sort of luxury. Fish out of Water: Roxy comes from a political system that is near dead on Earth, and her culture is fairly backwards to the modern American, and as such she occasionally has trouble intermeshing. Additionally, she simply does not grasp concepts such as race, instead coming from a culture where one was defined by whom they were ruled by. She can be a bit culturally snobby, though she's more clueless than malicious. New to Technology: Roxy is certainly fascinated by technology and understands it as separate from magic, but sometimes it simply overwhelms her. Making her ride in a car has a chance of putting her in a fit, while putting her in front of a computer will have her fiddling with it for hours. Trusting: Roxy innately assumes people have good intentions, and is often too quick to trust people in that regard.
  4. Sorry for my disappearance, everyone still up for this?
  5. "Nnn, I dunno. I'm not sure we'll be finding anyone like that down here." Bram said thoughtfully. Scratching at his cheek, he scanned around. "Well, I'm ready whenever y'all are..." He looked back at both of them. "And thanks again. I'm really glad to be working with you guys." He turned back. "WELL, before I turn to mush we better make a hustle and decide what to do before some of those demons decide to check out what's going on."
  6. "Well, I can fly." Bram grinned softly. "And I appreciate all the offers. This town's not been too kind to me sometimes, but there's always a few people like yourself who are willing to be nice." He levitated in the air to demonstrate his flight ability. "Not as fast as some folks, but I can go much faster than most cars. Fast as some jets, even." "Oh, by the way, call me Bram. I'm technically the Penitent but I'm not much for using the title, really. Not like I don't stick out like a sore thumb. I don't mind if you're interested in keeping a secret identity, though. I know most people are in our line of work."
  7. Noon, August 24 GM The Penitent was not having a good time here in Freedom City. Ever since he arrived, he had been dealing with his friends being harmed, the world mistrusting him, and worse yet, as of today he had been framed for a crime twice. This time, though, the people were sure to make sure that the person committing the crime looked exactly like Bram. It did, but it still wasn't him. Now he had been laying low, but he had been brought of hiding when he had found out that more heroes had been shown to be acting erratically. The first was Jubatus, a super-fast cheetahman. Apparently, the public believed he had gone feral and started prowling the streets and hunting down people. But right now, there was Wave-Eye, and the Penitent had arrived just in time to catch him in the act, assaulting yacht-goers and dragging them beneath the waves. "Wave-Eye, what the heck are you doing! Let go of the nicely dressed man!" The creature that appeared to be Wave-Eye had a man in a white polo and shorts in his grip, who was obviously panicking. "Oh God, he has a demon with him!" "Oh, slow down Skippy. I'm on your side." The presumed Wave-Eye called up to the Penitent. "Go away, you simpleton! This does not concern you! This is a matter for the people of the sea!" "Okay, simpleton? Really?" The creatured tightened its grip around the man's neck and bared its teeth. "I'll kill him if you don't go, Penitent!" The Penitent grimaced. This was not like the Wave-Eye he had met. Yet, if he had been framed... Possibly Wave-Eye was being framed too?
  8. "Gill? I... I don't know. She's not the girl I knew anymore. We didn't really talk much about it... She was mostly just shrieking at me." He sighed, and looked around. "But no, it's just ground sanctified as a church, specifically. So hallowed ground. Includes mosques and synagogues, too. As fer connections... Nope. The role of the Penitent is meant to go it alone. Without help from the Big Guy or the people who bound me, at least." The Penitent looked at the rain pounding down, and then back at Gabriel. "But uh, I guess I'd appreciate a place to rest my noggin'. I normally just walk around the city when it's rainy like this and make up by drinkin' lotsa cheap coffee."
  9. Bram shrugged gently. "Well, I'd say I'm still a man. But more than that, I'm the Penitent. What that means is, uh, I got a thousand souls taking a piggie back on me so I can help them earn their redemption and get them on up to Paradise. In return, I get powers from their combined force, meaning I'm able to help more people. Frankly, I don't know why I look like a demon and if that was always a thing for the Penitents before me, but I learn to deal with it." The rain pounded down around them, and Bram looked around. "Unfortunately, comes with a lot of bad territory. People don't trust you when you look like this, and worse yet... This girl I used to babysit, this girl who was my friend... Hell took her. She's working for them now, as a sort of anti-me. She's not half-arsing it, either," He sighed, and looked at the ground. "Worse yet, can't enter churches or I'll die. This is bad when all I'm trained for is being a priest." He brushed his soaked bangs out of his eyes. "But I deal, I guess."
  10. Bram blinked, and grunted. "Come on now! I'm just trying to give the guy his briefcase fer cryin' out loud!" He gestured towards it, and the cowering man looked at it. Sheepishly, he grabbed the briefcase, and got up. "Th-th-thank you. Sorry for the cross thing." After that, he walked hurriedly off, hoping not to get caught in the conflict. Bram looked at the guy, eyeing him up and down. "Listen, I know how I look but I seriously am not a demon. Trust me." He thought of a way to try and prove it. "Um... Uh. Ah! Ah! Blessed is the one who does not walk in the step of the wicked, or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers, but whose delight in the law of the Lord." He grinned. "Huh? See?"
  11. Feeling the eerie sensation of being watched, but unable to find anyone who might be doing so, Bram flipped the collar of his jacket up, rain starting to beat down harder on him, creating a mild pounding noise on the ground and making it hard to see farther than a few feet. He continued to plod down the street, running his fingers through his soaking wet hair, sighing as his cigarette went out. Suddenly, a man turned out from an ally, and he saw Bram, his eyes going wide. He dropped his briefcase, and began to book it. Bram caught the briefcase skillfully, and blinked as the man sped off. "Hey, you drop--" He grunted as the man continued to rush, and took off into the air, chasing the man with surprising speed. He caught up with the man easily. "Don't hurt me!" the man cried as he tumbled to the ground in a ball, fishing in his jacket. "Man, I am just trying to help you, you dropped your briefcase!" The man pulled out a crucifix and held it up against Bram, who recoiled in pain and covered his eyes as he dropped the briefcase "Oh for Jesus sake why would you do that?!"
  12. Bram blinked. "Huh." was all he could manage in response to that. He looked around, and then conjured a ball of Hellfire, eyeing the burns. Then he took into consideration the throw, and looked at the claw marks. He turned to King of Suits, rubbing the back of his head. "That... Really does fit my powers. But the claws, that's different. I just punch things." He eyed the counter again. "But who would have the same powers as me?"
  13. Quick question -- who wants to start the topic?
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