Leth's Loonie Looters

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So this is where my characters will go. Walking corpses, every one (though rarely zombies), but I suppose that should come as no surprise.

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Name: Idea (Prounced "Aye-Dey-Ah")
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Species: Human
Skin/Scale/Fur base colour: White
Notes about appearance: Scar from a Glasgow Smile on his right cheek.
Class: Bard
Alignment(s) : Neutral Evil / Doesn't Matter, Got the Girl
Racial weaknesses/bonuses: Mortality (+1 Future Death!)
Class weaknesses/bonuses: Does not sing well (tougher skin, and more resistant to elemental attacks and blades)

Hair colour: Dusty Blonde
Hair style: Close to his head with a Duck's Ass style in the back.
Eyes: Brown
Special markings: Glasgow Smile on his right cheek.

God(s) : None, the dirty heathen.
Primary weapon: Electric Guitar
Currently carrying: Portable amp, macrobinocular, blue notebook with black pens, several extra pairs of ATerran pants,
Currently wearing: Black Cyber-Allies jacket with blue neon accents, white shirt underneath, brown ATerran pants (local pairs chafe far too much), black boots.
Spells (if applicable) :
Summon Rat: The first notes of his only popular song so far, "It's Bad Luck to Be You". Summons a common rat.
Summon Roadie (See Below): A simple song, defined by it's progression of low power-chords. Think of church organ music played on the guitar.
Seductive Sonata: Mid-tempo, somewhat-romantic music with the effect of the Seduce skill. Think the Piano reprise to "Layla".
Abilities/skills: Instrument Playing (Guitar, Tri-Chambered Ocarina) (Class-given), Lore (Class-given), Singing (Class-given), Spread rumor, I Saw This Once In A Tavern, Bluff.

Starting location: Cyber-Allies
Location of birth: Aterra


Backstory: Attracted by the possibilities of electrical amplification and tight, neon outfits that accentuate all the important parts, this Bard left his home in ATerra last year for the bright cities of Cyber-Allies. While he hated the frumpery of his native neighborhood, he soon moved to the seedier part of town at a young age, where he began learning the arts of magical song and seduction, though he never had too much luck with the latter without the former. Because he couldn't sing very well, he poured himself entirely into his intrumental abilities.
Likes: Women, odd instruments, classical music, comfort, performing, alcohol, the occasional peep-show.
Dislikes: Filth, banjos and other twangy acoustic instruments, women who wear obstructively baggy clothing, people who think they're better than him with or without reason, comments on his trousers.
**Non-alignment based Neuroses if applicable: Pathological Liar
*Special plot accomodations? Y [ ] N [X]
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General idea of Speed: Average
General idea of Strength: Above-Average
General idea of Stealth: Below-Average
General idea of Dexterity: Average body-wise, Exceptionally adroit hands.
General idea of magical prowess: Above-Average
General idea of general intellect: Average
General idea of Charisma: Well, he tries...
General idea of musical skill: Michael Angelo Baito.
Other: Specializes in the guitar.

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Name: Roadie
Gender: Male
Age: ?
Species: Human(ish)
Skin base colour: Pallid grey
Notes about appearance: Slack-jawed, vacant eyes, protruding forehead, philtrum is much wider than an average human's.
Class: Musical Technician, I suppose
Alignment(s) : True Neutral
Racial weaknesses/bonuses:
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Hair colour: Black
Hair style: Short, small mullet.
Eyes: Red
Special markings: None

God(s) : Idea
Primary weapon: None
Currently carrying: Nothing.
Currently wearing: Leatherman jacket, brown slacks, baseball cap-like hat worn backwards.
Spells (if applicable) : N/A
Abilities/skills: I Made It Myself (musical tech only), Repair (musical tech only), Night-Sight

Starting location: None
Location of birth: None


Backstory: Idea needed a servant to set up his shows, so he created a spell for summoning one. Idea put so much emphasis on technical expertise that Roadie is an imbecile: he could challenge a zombie to resetti and lose horribly. However, he got what he needed. Roadie can service whever Idea's basic needs are, so long as it has to do with setting up performances. Any other requests go horribly wrong, but sometimes Idea sees no other choice than to trust in Roadie and hope it doesn't blow up too badly. Generally speaks monosyllabically, but has a decent vocabulary he can access slowly.
Likes: Music, musical technology, treats.
Dislikes: Criticizing his technical work, speaking ill of Idea.
**Non-alignment based Neuroses if applicable:
*Special plot accomodations? Y [ ] N [X]
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General idea of Speed: Slow
General idea of Strength: Exceptionally strong
General idea of Stealth: Nonexistant
General idea of Dexterity: Might as well be a rock.
General idea of magical prowess: None
General idea of general intellect: Think "Below Zombie"
General idea of Charisma: None
General idea of musical skill: He just makes it all work. He doesn't play.
Other: Expert at anything to do with setting up Idea's performances, such as A/V, hooking up equipment, tuning instruments, repairing the machinery, moving things about, effects, etc.

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Boss character. Anyone can use him.
Name: Akuest (Pronounced "Ak-West")
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Species: Human
Sub-Species:
Skin base colour: Fair
Any markings: No
Notes about appearance: Regal.
Class: Chronomancer
Alignment(s) : Neutral Good
Racial weaknesses/bonuses:
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Hair colour: Brown
Hair style: A beard like you would think a cartoon king would have.
Eyes: Blue
Special markings: None

God(s) :
Primary weapon:
Currently carrying:
Currently wearing:
Spells (if applicable) : Illumiante (It flickers), Disinfect wounds (Don't trust it), Cast sleep (AKA Blink), Rewind/Fast Forward/Pause 10 Picoseconds, Preserve Memory (Just a still image, room for one at a time in his head).

Abilities/skills: Ambidexterity, Feign Death, Riding.

Location raised: ATerra
Location of birth: ATerra

Backstory: Akuest was born in Aterra to a pair of powerful Chronomancers, but to the pair's chagrin their only child never had any natural aptitude for the art. The child could never reverse time more than a femtosecond. Ashamed, they sent him away to a boarding school Meradil where they hoped he may unlock even medeocre abilities. Eventually, Akuest did advance to manipulating picoseconds, but by then he had discovered his true calling: caring for horses. He found that he possessed a deep love for these creatures and soon wanted to do nothing else but spend his time around them.

Nonetheless, eventually, by then a young man, he had to return to his parents, to whom he demonstrated his 1000-fold improvement. They were unimpressed and he was banished from their home. Akuest was on the streets long enough to aquire a thin film of grime over his clothes when he heard the news that his parents had been killed in a freak, timey wimey accident. While less than upset by the news, Akuest moved back in to his family home and found himself without any means by which to expend his vast inherited fortune. Longing for the company of his horses, Akuest soon had an idea.

He procured a tea shop in town and the properties immediately behind it. He then set about remodeling and working this land, shaping it into an airborne stableyard. He travelled back to Meradil and found the very horses he had frolicked with not too long ago and bought them as well, bringing them to their new home. At first, they were skittish about living in the air, but they soon acclimated. However, Akuest's dream was threatened once the government found out about his operation. They informed Akuest that there was an ordinance against civilians owning horses.

Akuest was shocked by the news, but he paid a lawyer to find a loophole and was not dissappointed. In return for a negligible small business tax paid yearly, Akuest currently owns ATerra's first and only operating aquestrian locomotive dealership, Akuest's Stallions. A rare commodity indeed, Akuest prices the prestige of strolling down an ATerran street on your very own steed quite highly. Now twenty years in business, Akuest has yet to make a permanent sale (he once rented a mare named Questeon to a Bard in need, but that's a long story) and he considers that a perfect record.

The fact that he pays his tax dutifully does not mean he does so happily. In retaliation for the government's anti-horse legislating, which seems to grown worse by the decade, Akuest secretly funds and operates an anti-government underground. They'll take anyone in who demonstrates an honest disdain for the government--they have their ways of knowing. Though their symbol is a stallion at full gallop, Akuest has had to accept that most of the operatives don't care one bit about the horses, but so long as that remains the overtly covert goal of the group, he is satisfied.

Likes: Horses, nature, ATerra.
Dislikes: His parents, The ATerran government.
**Non-alignment based Neuroses if applicable:
*Special plot accomodations? Y [ ] N [ X]
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General idea of Speed: Normal
General idea of Strength: Normal
General idea of Stealth: Below-Normal
General idea of Dexterity: Great
General idea of magical prowess: Nil
General idea of general intellect:Smart
General idea of Charisma: Normal
General idea of musical skill: None, though a Bard once taught him a few chords.
Other: The man can ride a horse like no other.