Vaši RP likovi

Nije tesko zakljuciti o cemu je ovaj thread, dakle - kratko, jasno opisite svoje najdraže roleplay likove, statse, postignuća i svijet u kojem je igrao.

Evo ja cu poceti sa svojim najepic DnD likom, starim jedno osam godina:

Bozos of Bones
Fighter 4, Necromancer 13, Blood Magus 10
D&D3E, Faerûn, Drow Male, Chaotic Good
Jedan od preživjelih iz kuće de Bonessa, koja je skoro cijela masakrirana u "političkom" progonu, Bozos se na površini Faerûna našao nakon što je iscrpljen i ranjen danima lutao Underdarkom. Slijedilo je je dobrih dvadeset godina avanturističkih lutanja i herojskih podviga. Netragom je nestao prije šest godina.

• SIako je bolesno dobar mage, najdraži stil borbe mu je licem u lice, štit, mač i ogromna količina obrambenih i smrtonosnih enchantova i ofenzivnih kletvi. Omiljen juriš u borbu mu je Blood Magusov bloody exit. Zamislite scenu, pet likova čuva stražu u tišini, i od jednom i prsnog koša jednog tipa EKSPLODIRA crni bjelokosi lik naoružan mačem, štitom i manijakalnim smijehom. Instant intimidate check.[/*:m:1zfo0uq8]
• SProaktivan devil i demon hunter, nekoliko puta je čak prelazio na druge planeove u svom lovu. Nakon nekog vremena su svi vragovi i demoni znali njegovo ime, a mnogima je bio Baba Roga.[/*:m:1zfo0uq8]
• SOd dijela svoje duše stvorio je demona pod imenom Kostann, koji je nekoliko godina radio opće sranje po Abyssal planeovima.[/*:m:1zfo0uq8]
• SAutor mnogih spellova, među kojima su najistaknutiji:
  - Deathly Aura, level 4 Necromancy magija koja se usidri na castera, traje do sat vremena, i svaki turn dijeli (caster level, max 12)d3 damagea svemu oko castera, i 1d3 damagea casteru.
  - Undying, level 6 Necromancy spell. Traje rundu/caster level. Dok traje, caster nije sposoban umrijeti ni na koji način. Prilikom castanja žrtvuje 6d6 healtha. Castanje traje dvije pune runde u kojima nije imun na smrt.
  - Chainpain, level 5 Necromancy magija koja je sposobna onesposobiti nekoliko (caster level/3) neprijatelja i pri tome im nanjeti veliku fizičku bol. Zlatni lanac vrijedan 250 golda je ključna komponenta spella.
  - Entropic Hex, level 6 Necromancy magija koja će za 3d6+INT (minimum na 2) spustiti atribut koji meta iduće koristi (ranged napad spušta DEX, fort. save spušta CON, wizard spell spušta INT itd.).
  - Soulfuel, level 4 Necromancy kletva koja se može castati samo na živu metu. Idući spell koji caster kletve koristi ne zahtijeva materijalne komponente, te meti dijeli 1d6 magic damagea za svaki spell level, te dodatnih 1d6 za svakih 250 golda materijalne komponente za spell, total max=(caster level)d6.
  - Detonating Revenant, level 8 Necromancy summon, animira kostura slično kao Create Undead, ali kostur kad umre/kad caster poželi eksplodira poput Skulltrap spella
  - Necrotic Banishment, level 8 Necromancy spell vrlo sličan Banishmentu, ali prilikom uspješnog protjerivanja ubija metu, što se njima jako ne sviđa, i što Bozosa čini iznimno nepopularnim u tim krugovima.
  - Necropotence, level 7 Necromancy ultrabuff. Idućih sedam Necromancy spellova castera koštaju 1d4 healtha za svaki spell level, te dobijaju Empower, Extend, Maximize metamagic featove i +4 na caster level za DC i probijanje resistancea.[/*:m:1zfo0uq8]
• SPostao sposoban uskrsnuti zahvaljujući kristalnom phylacteryu koji je usadio u svoja prsa. Uskrsnuo na taj način dva puta. [/*:m:1zfo0uq8]
• SPostao sposoban koristiti Bloodwalk za putovanje na drugi plane ukoliko za polazišnu točku koristi žitelja tog planea.[/*:m:1zfo0uq8]
• SNadvladao te zatočio Greater Pit Fienda Nezodoara. Držao ga je zatočenog u svom phylacteryu, i za svaki dan zatočeništva Bozos je izgubio godinu života. Zatočeništvo je trajalo punih 47 dana.[/*:m:1zfo0uq8]
• SNakon deset godina izbivanja konačno se vratio u svoj rodni grad, Ust Ashen, te sa dva najbolja prijatelja uništava vladajuću obitelj Carragonea (koja je deset godina prije uništila njegovu) i više od polovice njihove vojske. Iscrpljen, izmoren, gotovo mrtav i očajan nakon što su izmasakrirali veći dio neprijateljske sile, Bozos oslobađa Nezodoara iz svog zatvora, i pušta ga da uništi ostatak vojske pod uvjetom da ne dira njega i njegove, i da se idućih 47 godina ne pojavljuje na površini.[/*:m:1zfo0uq8]
• SKoristio vampirski Short Sword i Target Shield. Oboje je bilo dosta kvalitetno enchantano, s time da je Target Shield imao zabavnu funkciju: svaki critical hit sa bilokojim ranged oružjem bi pogodio čisti centar štita i nebi radio damage. Inače, štit je izgledao je kao tabla za pikado, sa označenim zonama i bodovima, tako da su ranged napadi padali u pripadajuću zonu (roll 20 u 20, 7 u 7 itd.)[/*:m:1zfo0uq8]
• SEnchantao mnoge predmete, oklope, oružja i sličnu opremu. I jednu kefu koja je bila zatvor za iznimno ponosnog demona. [/*:m:1zfo0uq8]

Ukratko, lik je bio opsceno, bolesno, nenormalno jak. Najsnažniji lichevi sanjaju da budu upola jaki kao Bozos, i failaju u tome. Nije bio min/maxani munchkin ili neki cheesy lik, nego ga se jednostavno stvarno dugo igralo. Svaki DnD lik na ~16. levelu postane jednostavno slomljeno jak, bez obzira na slabosti, a Bozosa sam igrao od 7. do 27. levela. Ukupno je umro jedno devet puta, minimalno.

Ti si zao, zao čovjek.
Kako si se sjetio svega? Čuvaš bilješke još? :)

Ma jok, ovo su samo neke stvari koje se sjećam. Sheetove i bilježnicu sam spušio negdje davno... Brojkice u spellovima su ~odokativne, koliko se mogu sjetiti reda veličine nekih stvari i to. Ostalog se sjećam jer sam jedno dvije godine igrao tog lika.

Forengnerova tema te prestigla po popularnosti, ali svaka čast na liku... Trebali bismo jednom dnd partiju zaigrat :D

Ajde, pa nije moguće da sam ja jedini raspoložen za pričanje o svom RP liku...

A ono prije mjesec il nesto sam mislio poceti pisati pricu o jednom Dark Elfu kojeg sam smislio al posto sam los pisac and stuff presto sam odma nakon sta sam Prologue napravio tj brzinskom povijesti like prije pocetka price..mozda cak bude nastavio pisati al budem vidio.


[center:1zme09mf]Isvert Oriourmen (Crimsonhand)[/center:1zme09mf]

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Surrounded by Black Forest stood Clar Karond or Tower of Doom as slaves prefered to call it. For its location Clar Karond gained most of its wealth by building raiding ships for other Dark Elves and not by slavery and raiding. Made from pines and black trees of Black Forest raiding ships of Clar Karond were swift and sturdy and with such fine vessels highborns of Clar Karond went to pillage and loot the weak empires for slaves and coin.
Even if it was wealthier than most of Dark Elf cities Clar Karond was not soo much different. Life was as cheap as in any other city and many elves would be found floating near docks at daily basis,while slaves would be sacrificed in vast numbers to the couldron of Khaine or massacred in some blood game druchii made to amuse themselves.
Still drachau of Clar Karond kept a tight leesh on highborns for he knew if he would let highborns do as they will they would be at each others throats in seconds and even thoughhe didn't care much for them they were the ones that brought tributes every year to the drachau in atempt to please him...for only death or great suffering came to those that were foolish enough to come empty handed infront of drachau of Clar Karond.
One of highborns of Tower of Doom was Agnar Harkython and he knew the city by hearth and every noble worth knowing.
Since his young age Agnar disliked the sea even if he knew that Dark Elves would not survive if they were not raiding but even so he only went in pillages when he really had to for while his brother were raiding he was bussy making aquantances with every noble that he could use in some way and with the cult of Khaine.
His good reputation with the cult was very known with most nobles and some even said that when he would come back from his ocasional raids he would give more slaves to the bloody brides of Khaine than drachau but noone dared to find more about it since it was said that most of Agnar retainers were actually acolytes from the temples and anyone who was against Agnar or said anything wrong about him found himself on wrong end of the blade eventually...or he would not be found at all.

Decades past and his brothers gained much power and wealth and after their fathers death it was clear to Agnar that his brothers had to dissapear.
Knowing that drachau would be upon him if his brothers died by assasins blade Agnar had to think of something else and many months passed before he came to a solution.
Sorcery.
Agnar always hated sorcery and found it too dangerous for it came at too high a price and the sorcerers themselves were dangerous and hard to get.
By using his connections Agnar found sorceress that was suspected for studying the dark arts withouth knowledge of the Witch King, an act that was punishable by something more horrifying than death.
The witch agreed in assisting Agnar but in return for her help she asked from Agnar to grand her a daughter. The thing witch asked for was apsurd but Agnar had to eliminate his brothers before they took actions against him and he agreed to witches demand.
Nine months passed and witch gave birth...but to Agnars suprise she gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. Making his part of bargain Agnar demanded from witch that she lays a curse on his brothers so that they die in a way he would not be connected.
The witch made as she was asked and during their next raid both brothers met their grousume fates, one dying from attack of sea serpent while other from a sword of Brettonian coastal guardsmen.
After he learned of his brothers deaths Agnar called his assassins and sended them to kill the witch and take the children from her. Children were brought to the highborn and witch died wile one of her spells went wrong and tore the flesh from her bones.
Agnar laughed when he heard report and looked at his children.
With them he would not need to marry some manipulative royal whore to give him his offspring and with his fathers and brothers deaths he gained enough power to rival any highborn of Clar Karond and with time he would gain power almost equal as vaulhar himself...or so Agnar thought.

More than eighty years passed and during those years Agnar gained more power and most importantly his children were starting to gain a name for themselves.
Isvert Oriourmen or Crimsonhand as his father started to call him after his first hakseer raid was stilly in his young age but he showed great potential and like his father he offered many sacrifices to the temples of Khaine seeing the great advantage of having temples favour.
Isvert was alot like his father, in looks and the way he behaved. He had dark green eyes which always watched with cruel wisdom and long dark browh hair which he always tied so it would not bother him in fights. His face was boyish and someone could say that he is younger than he claimed if it wasn't for the scar which ruined his left cheek ...a gift he got from one Brettonian noble before he maniged to beat him and kill his family and children before his eyes.
Like with every dark elf hate was Isvert's companion but unlike most elves he was more concentrated and always tried to make his decision's with contept mind than to go berserk as a screaming acolyte of Khaine.

While Isvert was known for his wisdom his sister Aredhel was know for her pure cruelty and savagery.
While Isvert raided and his father made connections and took care of his secret bussiness Aredhel enjoyed herself in any vice she could find,sating her thirst for flesh and blood in huge quantities. Beautiful as the night she had long black hair that gently fell on her smooth pale skin. Her slender form and soft skin made blood of any druchii boil and some say looking in her dark cruel eyes was enough to make a man shudder. Manipulative as she was she used all her charms to make any lordling to dance to her tune but for all her beauty and charm she could not make her brother to do as she pleased and she saw him as a threat for he gained more and more power and it was not a secret that Agnar intended to make him his heir and marry Aredhel to some lordling he wanted or send her to the temple so that he could have some use of her thirst for blood.
Years passed and Aredhel continued with her vices and made friendships and pacts of her own with many less lordlings which she would use when the time came...and it came soon after her father Agnar took several raiding ships to Lustria. At first lordlings werent so willing to storm the tower where some of here fathers and brothers retainers were, but after word of Agnar's fleet demise reached Clar Karond lordlings started to act.
During one night Aredhel asked her brother to join her in her chamber where she awaited him with assassins of her own. The plan was perfect,while her father was gone she would take control of the tower and kill anyone who opposess her starting with her brother who she intended to kill first so that there was noone to lead his men in defence of the tower.
When her brother came inside her chamber a vicius smile could not leave her face as he came right in her trap,while retainers of her lordling pets showed themselves Aredhel thought her brother would unseathe his weapons in last attempt of defiance to her but he did not...he just stood infront of her staring,and smiling.
Not even a heartbeat passed and retainers feld on the floor with bolts in their backs and shocking understanding came to Aredhel. Her brother was expecting her to turn on him and prepared his men before she acted. The shock turned in anger as she took her daggers and screamed as a banshee while charging at her brother.
Isvert dodged her attack easly and while she turned he knocked her unconciuss with his mace.
When Aredhel came back to her senses she looked at scene of carnage,every retainer send by lordlings she lured into her web was slained and they were all pilled infront of her,next to the pile sat her brother, wine glass in his right hand.
„You tried to trick me dear sister,but it seems your confidence got better of you“,Isvert said without emotion while taking a long sip of wine,“Well I cannot make that go unpunished so its time I show you one more reason our father loved to hire temples acolytes“.
With a snap of his fingers acolytes came with tools and before they even started to do their bloody work his sister started to scream.
„Shhhh dear sister...it would be a pitty that you lose your voice before they even begin“,this time Isvert laughed while his sisters screams filled the tower. For whole week only her screams could be heard from Isvert's tower and since than everyone in Clar Karond had more respect towards its new owner.

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Čitam, čitam, i whoa, wait, what? Aredhel? Frendica iz Karlovca mi igra lika s tim imenom... Al onda sam se sjetio da je Tolkienovo, pa me prošlo iznenađenje.

Priznajem sestru sam quicky napravio al mi je od lika ime i prezime na druchii jeziku :P

Uskoro i ja stavim svog lika iz Arcanuma, Sir Rincewind the Tecknologyst :D

:p Copy-Cat.
Salim se,ja sam u NWN-u imao Minsc-a,koji je bio fighter/mage pa je imao summon pet,tj-summon Boo.
Epic times.
Takodje cu postaviti i svog Cold War rp lika,1 je NVA oficir a drugi Sovjetski spijun.

Heh, ja sam u NWN 1 imao ženski halfling mage. igrao 15 minuta pa izbrisao.

Evo jedan koji je počeo kao lik u arcanumu, a sad piskaram nesto o njemu :D

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Zephyrion Von Stronheim

Human, Male, Nasljedstvo...

As a young aristocrat, He spent all his leisure time in enjoyment of life, women, drinking and gambling were his vice. Slender, tall and muscular, with brown hair and dark brown eyes, intelligent and sarcastic, he spent his days searching for himself. Since his student days, he has been known for his exceptional language skills and his way with words, able to get by without much studying, simply by, improvising his way through education. Now, Aged 25, he sold the factory his father left him, grabbed all the money from the familiy vault, and, much to the demise of his closer family, vansihed without a trace. It is rumored, that he is touring the Orient, on foot with his own expedition, and some even say he now lives in Paris, having a taste of their wine, and their women. But the truth is, nobody really knows where Zephyrion is...

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Nemoguće da je 25, po difoltu počinju sa 20.

Malo umjetnicke slobode :D