Fantasy Heroes of Generica IC (get back here! We're not done yet!)

[BackSet]

A long time ago in the far away kingdom of generica there was a great evil. The evil of Lord Darkness Von EvilDrake (but everyone just calls him John)!!!! He was going to take over the world!!! To do this he awakened the seven legendary beasts and mind controlled them into guarding the seven legacy maidens he kidnapped to sacrifice in order to revive the dark lord of ultimate evil: Doom!!! Luckily there is hope. The heroes of prophecy will rescue- er… They're still stuck in the first dungeon. This may take a while. *sigh*

Heroes of Generica OOC (put the game down and start socializing!!!)

Heroes of Generica CS

 

[BackSet]

Name: Derrick
Nicknames and aliases: N/A
Age: 7 days
Gender: Male AI
Level: 3
Class: Technomancer
Race: Android
Eye color: N/A
Hair color: N/A

Equipment: Personal force field, maintenance kit, and lots of high-tech toys
Weapons: Plasma rifle, pulse pistol, and energy sword
Personal items: None

Appearance: Derrick is exactly 6', and his body is covered in casing made of a whitish, semi-metallic substance. Wiring can be seen between the pieces at his joints. His head consists of two plates that fit together in a way that resrmbles a human jawline and skull, and he has a camera lens in the middle of his face as an "eye". He wears a long cloak and mask to avoid being seen for what he is by NPCs.

Personality: Wields incredible book smarts, but has only been alive for a week and is easily confused.

Tragic back- I mean history: Derrick was a drone sent by the Galactic Federation to investigate several phenomena on the planet Oziod-7, (Known to its residents as the land of Generica) but lost contact with the command center after the ship he was in got hit with a stray bolt of magic, which somehow granted him sentience.

Tropes that apply to your character (not required but amusing. If you need help go to TV Tropes.): I'll have to look.

Name: Artemis Site
Nicknames and aliases (if you have any):
Age: 25
Gender: male
Level (since you're just starting out anywhere from 1 to 3): 3
Class (just make any class up): swordsman
Race (just make any race up): human
Eye color: blue
Hair color: black

Equipment: chainmail shirt, shield bearing the crest of his village, grapple shot (essentially a hook shot)
Weapons: his father's broad sword, a regular broadsword, short swords (x3), hunting knife, great sword
Personal items: rations (10 days), torches (x10)

Appearance (picture or description or both):Artemis is a tall young man with black hair and blue eyes. Those who have met him have said that he had a determined look in his eyes. He has Caucasian skin. He wears his hair short but not to short either.

He wears a simple blue tunic and a pair of black trousers and brown boots. Under the tunic he wears a chainmail shirt. On his back he wears three scabbards each of which holds a short sword. He also wears a shield on his back. At his side is a scabbard that holds his father's broadsword. This is his most treasured possession. On his other side is another broad sword.

Personality: Artemis is very confident. He always tries to see the best in people. Unfortunately people don't make this easy for him. He is often exasperated at all the crazy people in the world and quick to make snarky comments about their ridiculousness. He is quick to judge but you can still earn his trust after he decides not to trust you.

Tragic back- I mean history: Artemis grew up being told he would lead the heroes of prophecy. And he believed it. He was trained in the art of sword craft. He was also taught to always help others and how to lead and have a good heart. Artemis, while proud, was also worried about his position. In all the books he'd read the hero always has a tragic backstory that he must overcome. Artemis was worried something like that would happen to him. Something did happen. His father (Artemis never knew his mother. He suspected it was because he was the result of a one night stand.) died. He was killed. Artemis’s father was chief of defense in the village and he was teaching Artemis sword fighting. The death of his father caused Artemis great pain. He took his father's broadsword and finished his training on his own. He mastered some of the most complicated sword techniques and there was no doubt in his mind that he was a hero of the prophecy. FInally he was finished with his training. When he finished he heard that the seven legacy maidens had been kidnapped. As soon as he heard he headed off to the first dungeon where he ran into our crazy party

Tropes that apply to your character (not required but amusing. If you need help go to TV Tropes.): Heroes Prefer Swords - TV Tropes, Only Sane Man - TV Tropes, Badass Normal - TV Tropes, Blue Is Heroic - TV Tropes

Name: Mirialle Nei'enno Phila
Nicknames and aliases: Miria
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Level: 1
Class: Spellcaster
Race: Elf
Eye color: Yellow
Hair color: Light green

Equipment: White and green tunic that ends over her knees, with knee-high white boots. Her tunic has a hood that allows her to cover her head when needed. Long white gloves with green embroidery. From her leather belt hangs a bag in which she keeps items of every kind.
Weapons: A wooden staff as her main weapon. A short sword for emergencies. Two knives for wood-carving and cooking.
Personal items: Potions and various herbs to make potions and medicine with. One copy of "Adventuring for Dummies". Two rings which boost her magic powers.

Appearance (picture or description or both): A frail looking girl with long green hair arranged in a braid, big yellow eyes, and fair white skin. As an elf, she has long, pointy ears, and a mystical air about her. She is average in height, and maintains a serious demeanor. As beautiful as any other elf.

Personality: Miria seems mysterious and wise, yet she always manages to get herself in all sorts of trouble. This could be due to her not having much of an attention span, or the fact that she's not very good at reading the mood. She doesn't speak much and gives off the air of being a very efficient wizard, which clashes with the fact that she has just gotten started with it. However, she is absolutely and beyond doubt confident in her abilities, over confident even, and that has led her into mortal danger more than once. Luckily for her, there's always someone around to help her out.

Tragic back- I mean history: Miria's parents were envoys of the King of Elves, and they had to travel to all sorts of places in diplomatic missions, bringing her along. Because of this, she has gotten to know all sorts of people throughout her childhood, and has fond memories of her short lived friendships with many children. However, this also meant that she didn't grow up adhering to the elven norm, and she ended up being an outcast in her hometown because of her strange demeanor. This led to her trying to put on a strong front, acting brave in every situation, being the first to volunteer to do something dangerous when no one else wanted to. As she went through her teenage years, her faith in people diminished, but she remained the overconfident, first-to-try-it-out girl, and took on learning magic on her own. After mastering a few spells, she felt herself ready to take on the world of adventurers. What could possibly go wrong?

Tropes that apply to your character (not required but amusing. If you need help go to TV Tropes.): Don't know yet.

Name: Jeff
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Level: 1
Class: Mathemagician
Race: Half Human, Quarter Angel and Quarter Demon
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Brown

Equipment: White shirt and tie, glasses.
Weapons: Abacus, his magic focus.
Personal items: A cardboard medallion he made when he was a child.

Appearance: Plain looking.

Personality: "Hey, how are ya."

Tragedy: Jeff's father was the product of a forbidden union between a human and demon. His mother, conversely, was the product of another forbidden union between an angel and a human. Consequently, his parents were both the forbidden union between a half demon and a half angel. Unfortunately, it seems Jeff inherited only the human sides of both his parents, exhibiting neither holy or infernal powers or features. Jeff had always wanted to grow up to become an adventurer, a vocation that his parents both supported. However, the tragedy of adulthood got the best of him, so he put away his childish dreams to become an accountant. After years of working monotonously, becoming a proficient mathemagician for his employer, he had found a cardboard medallion in his parents' basement while cleaning it out. It was a medallion he made as a child that he wore, pretending to slay dragons and rescuing damsels.

Name: Jaden Yusei
Nicknames and aliases: Alias: The Masked Hero
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Level : 2
Class: Masked fighter
Race: Human
Eye color: Brown, right eye becomes red when using his masks
Hair color: Brown

Equipment:
"Hero masks" - A variety of masks based on American and Japanese superhero designs. These can be separated into two types of masks, Elemental masks and Masked masks, each with their own unique qualities. He can summon and swap out these masks at will however only one type of mask may be worn at a time. Each of these masks alters his costumes appearance making it easy to tell which mask is being worn.

Weapons: Most of his masks add a pair of armored gauntlets and boots making barehanded combat his go to. Some masks allow him to materialize weapons however he has yet to get the hang of those masks.

Personal items: An electronic watch that doubles as his way of transforming, a few comic books, a drawing of him that his little brother drew (Aww so sweet) a backpack full of junkfood and drinks and a bedroll.

Appearance: Jaden comes in at a unimpressive 5'8" with a slightly athletic frame, brown eyes and brown hair. He carries himself very laxly when out of costume but changed to tense and ready when in costume.

His normal clothing consists of a pair of black pants, a white long sleeve t-shirt, a grey zip up sweatshirt and a pair of black running shoes. When in costume some constants are armored gauntlets and boots, a mask of some sort and mask appropriate colors, however each design in different.

Personality: Jaden is very carefree and relaxed normally. He'll always try and make friends with those he meets and won't take no for an answer. He cares deeply for his friends but can sometimes be quite dense and totally fail at reading the mood. He hates to see people suffer and will go out of his way to help those in need. When he turns on his self described "Hero mode" he becomes very focused and serious until he finishes his opponent. Even then as soon as he's out of that mode he'll try and befriend the guy that he was just seconds ago kicking the shit out of.He also has a habit of yelling out his attack names simply because he thinks they sound cooler that way.

Tragic back- I mean history: Jaden always loved reading comic books when he was a kid. The heroes were his favorite part, always arriving in the nick of time to save the day and forming friendships with everyone they saved then simply smiling when their heroics are brought up. He wanted to be a hero just like them so badly, and luckily for him the universe answered his request when he was 15. A masked spirit appeared before him in a dream and bestowed upon him the power of the Hero masks. Unfortunately being a hero wasn't as simple or as easy as all the comics and cartoons made it out to be. His grades took a large hit, people started to notice the bruises and sudden injuries he'd get from fighting crime and his secret identity was about as well known as water being wet. One day a villain targeted his family and severely injured his little brother to the point where he was put into a coma. After that day he decided that it was safer away from his family so he packed up his backpack and left to wander the world. Jaden traveled around the world for a few years after that, making his name known mostly around Japan and Eastern Asia as he lived off of whatever gratuity the people gave him. Then one night while sleeping under the stars the masked spirit appeared before him once again. It bestowed upon him a new mask, one that would take him to a place that needed heroes now more than ever. After dawning the mask he woke up in a strange land that the local identified as Generica. After asking for directions he was pointed towards a dungeon and was told that legendary heroes would soon appear and save their world. Well Jaden couldn't just sit around and do nothing so he headed off in the direction of the dungeon as he wondered what these heroes would be like.

Tropes that apply to your character: Calling Your Attacks - TV Tropes , Instant Costume Change - TV Tropes , Mask of Power - TV Tropes , Good Old Fisticuffs - TV Tropes , Humble Hero - TV Tropes , Nice Guy - TV Tropes

Name: Mark O S
Nicknames and aliases (if you have any): Markus, Mark, M, OS
Age: ageless!!1
Gender: male?
Level (since you're just starting out anywhere from 1 to 3): Level 1
Class (just make any class up): damage sponge
Race (just make any race up): ancient technology rock man. Future-past!
Eye color: red glowing eyes
Hair color: Rock men don't have hair

Equipment: a boulder-like body
Weapons: a boulder-like left hand, a boulder-like right hand.
Personal items: A real man doesn't need any personal belongings!!!11

Appearance (picture or description or both): Of a rather large stature, with disproportionately large, masculine arms. He's a stone man, made up of magically technologically bound rocks. Various lines of red light travel in motherboard-like patterns across his body. Because He is totally futurepast and definitely not just a stone golem reskin.

Personality: A giant rock man with a giant rock vendetta against evil! He smashes, he crashes, he crushes, he crumbles. He wreaks havoc, and can take some serious punishment.

Tragic back- I mean history: The ancient tribe that constructed him was engulfed by evil and crushed into nothing. However, their even more ancient catacombs remained. Because of that, Mark O S hid from destruction in the catacombs, emerging only now to explore the world.

Tropes that apply to your character (not required but amusing. If you need help go to TV Tropes.): not gonna scour TVTropes at a late hour like this - bad idea.

Name: Heinrich Klaus
Nicknames and aliases: Doctor Klaus, Klaus MD
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Level: 2
Class: Cleric
Race: Human
Eye color: Green
Hair color: White

Equipment: Shield emblazoned with his God's emblem, metal cuirass, various medical supplies.
Weapons: Heavy Mace, Light Crossbow, case of 30 crossbow bolts
Personal items: None to speak of.

Appearance
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Klaus is tall and lanky, standing at six foot six, and showing very little visible muscle mass. His shoulder length hair may appear white, but it is only a result of the dye he applies to it. On his face are a set of Glasgow scars he received from a childhood injury, which deform him into permanently smiling.

Personality: Klaus is damaged goods. There is no denying that. His upbringing and past traumas have left him utterly insane, lacking a social filter, a moral conscience, and a sincere lack of care for medical ethics. He is known to repeat his own name to himself, for little reason. Klaus' favorite things to do are to heal people, and to hurt people.

Tragic backstory History: Klaus was born to a mother and father of middle class. His father died shortly after his birth, which lead his mother to hire a nurse to fill in for the father. This woman, her name was Mildred, and she was a butcher. Their quality of life improved as she brought home plenty of meat.

But alas, this Mildred was not all there. She would go on tangents of violence and madness, using her large knives to carve up the walls, slaughter their pets, and even create deep wounds on herself. Heinrich's mother, Gertrude, was strangely oblivious to these happenings.

On Klaus' 8th birthday, Mildred attacked him with her knives, bestowing upon him the scars he now hides behind various masks. Gertrude finally stopped ignoring the signs, and Mildred was locked away in an asylum. The pain and betrayal Klaus felt here affected his psyche forever.

As Klaus came of age, he joined the church, where he found his spiritualism, and was taught in the clerical arts of healing and kicking undead butt. From here, Klaus also joined an illegal Inquisitor group, where he learned to torture and further his pain inflicting skills. His prowess in the inquisition was so excellent and disturbing, the head Inquisitors saw fit to be rid of his company. Klaus was forged a false medical license, and told to go out into the world and make a living for himself. He currently serves as a back alley doctor, occasionally breaking from thus to eradicate the walking dead and torture heathens.

Tropes that apply to your character

Mad Doctor - TV Tropes

Healing Hands - TV Tropes

Glasgow Grin - TV Tropes

Combat Medic - TV Tropes

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Artemis Site walked down the hallway of the dungeon with his companions (that's you guys) he had just met 20 minutes ago. It was a rather bland looking hall, just simple stone walls and a simple stone ceiling and a simple stone floor. The floor was littered with the occasional bone or rat and torches lined the walls. Artemis sighed. He had been down here for days. All the dungeon walls looked exactly the same. He was lucky he'd bumped into anyone at all, let alone the semi-friendly people he had run into that he was now traveling with. As he thought this, Artemis came upon a fork in the dungeon.

"Wonderful." He muttered.

 

[Ferociousfeind]

The group he had become acquainted with suddenly was actually pretty nice. They at least seemed to be not evil.

While travelling down the dungeon path, they ran into two paths to travel down. "We must either go right or left...."

"Let's go left!" Mark shouted excitedly, "I feel a presence to the left."

 

[BackSet]

Artemis turned around to face his rocky acquaintance.

"Well now I definitely don't want to go left." He said. "Usually sensing presences results in monsters and stuff." Artemis did not like monsters. Who did? They were annoying and just took up time and resources.

 

[SP3CT3R]

"Funny," Derrick thought out loud. "Is the fork new? Last time we were here, it was just a long hallway to the boss chamber."

 

[Aurum]

Miria had kept quiet through out most of their walking around the dungeon. Their meetin had been sudden and strange, and she wouldn't admit it, but she was absolutely lost before bumping into these people. People? Well, that is a broad term. A rock with legs and a buzzing man in a cloak definitely weren't what she'd think of when she though of people, but she guessed that this narrow dungeon filled with dangers was not the place to mention it.
She had casted Light on her staff to read her 'Adventuring for DUMMIES' while they walked, and spoke from the rear of their formation, "Well, it says here that it is convenient to run into monsters, as empty halls of dungeons are more often than not filled with deadly traps". Whatever, she could take a goblin or two on her own anyways. Especially if she had time to cast while these other dudes took some damage for her.
By the way, some of these people looked eerily familiar... She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something bugging her in the back of her mind.

 

[BackSet]

Artemis turned to Derrick. They both already knew each other due to some wierd fourth wall stuff involving a previous game or something. It was wierd and dwelling on it made artemis' head hurt.

"No, last time it was a three way split with the center path being the path we chose." Artemis said. He pulled out his sword and closed his eyes.

"Father." He whispered. "I cannot find the right path alone. I need you. I need you to guide my sword. Please guide my sword." Artemis ran into a wall. "Well, that figures." Artemis said, opening his eyes. "It didn't worked in the movie. Let's chalk this down to a vote. All in favor of left say aye."

 

[Ferociousfeind]

The rock man frowns for a brief moment. Something didn't seem right. These people knew each other, he knew them. But where did they know each other from?

He puzzled over the flaw for a minute, before he heard something. "Aye! The left path!" he shouts, immediately forgetting his previous troubles. He's here for the fun! He's here for the glory! He's here for the exploration! And for pounding hobgoblin faces in!

 

[Aurum]

"Aye, I guess", Miria replied, and already started walking in that direction as she continued reading her book. It was so full of amazing advices! "Did you guys know that there's a chance that if we come across a treasure chest it could be a mimic? The only way to know is to poke it first, either with a sword or some magic. Fascinating".

 

[DemetrioMachete]

But of course Klaus would accept a role in this band of merry misfits! They had approached him not too long ago, curiously intrigued by his medical whimsy, offering to take him along in case they needed a healer. Klaus knew well that adventurers tended to rack more wounds up than, really, anybody. There was no better way to satisfy his desires to pull things apart and pull things together than to accompany some people to slay a vampire? Some goblins? Maybe even a dragon? Klaus couldn't refuse such an opportunity.

Behind hi peculiar, birdlike mask, Klaus' voice broke forth in a small hum as his comrades bickered about which way to go. He had no input to give, deciding it was more amusing to watch them debate.

 

[Shotgunpenguin]

(Sorry for the late post, things have been kind of crazy)

If Jaden was being honest, this was not what he expected when he was told that heroes would be gathering at the dungeon. They looked like some sort of DnD group where the game master couldn't decide on playing sci-fi or fantasy so he mashed them together. There was a robot, a plague doctor looking dude and a sentient rock golem. At least they were all friendly, even if that doctor did give off a villain vibe. He'd hung around the back of the group, swinging his arms while occasionally taking a bite from one of his candy bars.

"Ehh that doesn't work all the time though. I remember in this one game I played the mimics evolved armored skin so they could take hits just like an actual chest. Only way to deal with them is to open it from behind and hit it when it lashes out." From what Jaden could gather he had been transported to a fantasy type of world like in some of the anime he watched. "Speaking of which you mind if I take the first swing if we find any enemies? I wanna see which masks would be the best. I've been itching to use my shield mask again ever since that one fight I had against spear-dude."

 

[BackSet]

Artemis started walking down the left hall since it seemed like everyone else was going that way. The conversation about mimics seemed interesting so Artemis decided to join in with his own tidbits of knowledge.

"Really?" He asked, pulling a Nintendo power magazine out of thin air. "Because it says here that there's no way to tell and you'll just initiate a turn based battle when you open one. Unless this is a different game. Quick! Someone check to see if this game is turn based or real time!" Artemis stabbed the floor a couple of times with his second favorite sword (the one that wasn't his father's) to check for traps. Nothing so far.

 

[Aurum]

"Huh, I guess this isn't a complete guide after all", Mira commented. Well, she had gotten it from the first town she visited. There was nothing quite like experience to test these things out, after all. "What do you mean turn based? Just hit things until they die", she added, shrugging, an air of professionalism surrounding her actually-not-so-professional self.
She made the light coming out of her staff brighter, in order to illuminate for everyone in the party inside this dark alley. She also concentrated in order to detect any magic her senses could get. She didn't want a spell trap or a monster to catch them undetected.

 

[Ferociousfeind]

"What if we just fought whatever was in our way and didnt bother paying attention to when they reacted?" The rock man suggested, swinging his massive arms around, "Who cares if they attack you at the same time? And how does a dead body attack you if you're fast enough?"

 

[BackSet]

Artemis sighed. He was surrounded by tanks. "Do you have any idea how this game works?" He asked. "Or did you just put al your points into strength and hope that extra attack power would get you through this?" The entire point of gaming was strategy. You had to know exactly how to attack which opponents when. Artemis shook his head. He was getting just a bit too meta.

 

[Shotgunpenguin]

"I'd say magic to be honest. I mean everyone always goes on about skeletons but in reality they should be even less dangerous than a kitten. I mean they have no muscular systems so how do they even hold weapons, let alone use them." Ever since his friend Jace pointed that out he could never bring himself to be scared of them.

"Hey man chill out, if push comes to shove we can handle anything. Besides I kind of have hacks." Jaden waved his hand in front of his face and a circle of masks began to slowly rotate around him, each with their own design. "These masks can basically allow me to change my stats at will so technically I can fill healer, tank, dps etc.... Kind of broken if you ask me, but that's kind of what makes a superhero."

 

[BackSet]

Artemis took a moment to breathe and calm down. "Sorry it's just... I've been training my entire life for this." He said. "To be a hero and all that. There's this whole prophecy about being the leader of a legendary team of heroes and saving the legacy maidens. Plus, this is a parody. We're supposed to ramble about stats and stuff. Which reminds me: shouldn't we have found a plot critical item that we use against the boss of this dungeon by now." As it turns out the answer was definitely no. Artemis accidentally stepped on a trap. Just great. Artemis had just enough time to hiss "dammit!" Before the party fell down a hole.

 

[Aurum]

"I don't plan on saving no maidens", Miria countered, shaking her head, "look at me. Do I look like the main character in a game to you? I'll simply shoot magic missiles from afar and you'll be thankful for---", and that's when they all fell down. Gods damnit.

 

[BackSet]

As they fell Artemis took the opportunity to banter more.

"Magic missile?" He yelled. "Isn't that the spell that any gaming related thing worth it's skill points makes fun of?"

 

[Aurum]

The fall was taking some time. Miria held her skirt down as the descended. "You can complain when YOU can do magic, mister hero!", she frowned, her pride hurt. Of course she knew that, but it was a useful spell after all. 'Adventuring for DUMMIES' said so, and she was inclined to believing it.

 

[Shotgunpenguin]

"Hold on, let me just do something real quick." Jaden reached out and took one of the revolving masks from in front of him and put it on his face. A bright light quickly shone before settling, revealing Jaden with a new pair of wings on his back. They quickly got to work flapping, turning his rapid descent into a controlled one. "Don't mock magic missile, have you've ever seen a level 9 magic missile? It can destroy the BBG if you get a crit." He yelled back as they fell.

"Excuse me miss, want some help with that?" He asked as the only female of their group, referring to her having to hold her skirt down. He held out his arms as if to catch her bridal style and waited for a response, his new wings flapping behind him.

 

[Ferociousfeind]

"You guys done bickering yet?" The rock man interrupted with a deep, gravelly voice. After a moment of silence, he spoke again, "Does anyone know if fall damage applies here? And how we could stop falling?"
He whispered to himself, "and Magic Missile' s gotten me through some tough times, not that you'd know..."

 

[Aurum]

"Not that I need help... But I would certainly appreciate it", Miria started off her sentence with a frown and ended it in an embarrassed mutter. She wasn't used to getting help from anyone, especially men, but, well, dungeons were something else. As she let herself fall into the masked man's arms, she realized something kind of important, "hey, did we ever introduce ourselves? I feel like we just spontaneously spawned into existence with a formed party and know nothing about each other for the sake of narrative", she commented, the thought of it making her head hurt. It seemed like a long way down still.

 

[BackSet]

Artemis thought for a moment. "Good point." He said. "I'll go first due to extreme simplicity. My name is Artemis Site and I'm a swordsman." Artemismlooked down. Was fall damage applied here? It was a good question. He turned to the rocke golem who definitely wasn't a rock golem. "My friend," he said. "I think the floor will have to worry about taking damage from you more than you have to worry about taking damage from it."

 

[Shotgunpenguin]

"Guess I'll go next. The name's Jaden Yusei and I'm the superhero "Masked Hero." You can use my real name or my hero name, doesn't really matter that much to me." He looked down past the girl he held in his arms and whistled at the seemingly endless void they were falling into. "I wouldn't worry much about fall damage. In most of these types of games either there's no fall damage or there's a cap on how much you can take. I can fly down ahead and make sure that there's no bed of spikes waiting for us. Or giant spiders. Or giant spiders with spikes on them if you want."