The Awesome
If you had to sum up your previous life, you'd have to admit, everything was awesome. Your parents were rich, so you got all the awesome toys as a kid. You went to a good school and got awesome grades, and the Board of Directors handled day-to-day operations for the company so a few hours a day four days a week and the rest of your time was free, which was awesome. You got to use and often keep the demonstration models from the various divisions' R&D departments and show them off to buyers from governments and other corporations, so that was awesome too. A lot of the time that involved explosions, which deserved special mention for being extra awesome. You had a household staff to keep everything clean and in working order, and security to keep the paperazzi away equipped with your own company's high-tech weapons and gadgets, which was also awesome. You didn't exactly marry out of strong feelings but your mate was good looking and you got along well enough, and your own kids were well on their way to following your footsteps in the last memories you can identify. So, now you're a glowy ball of light proving there's life beyond death, huh? Still awesome.
Description: Knork Splayd is a lizard-man with bright green scales and a large, T.Rex like head, who typically wears unbuttoned Hawaiian shirts, khaki Bermuda shorts, mirrorshades (your eyes are cybernetic but the shades are stylish and provide a display without needing to cyberdive) and a Panama hat.
General style: Leapin' cyber-lizards!
The Patient One
You had many names in your long, long life, most little more than descriptions that were convenient at the time. When you first became aware enough to enter the matrix of minds they called you Curious Shard of the Mountain's Heart, then when a quake opened a crevice down to your seam you were Eager Watcher of the Twinkling Sky. A few hundred thousand years of erosion later, you were free to become Polished One Who Rolls Downstream, until finally the briny waves wore away enough of your birthing limestone to gain mobility in your own right and be Wandering Stone with the Devil's Luck, traveling about in the open world for an eon or two and improving your speed to the point that the matrix of minds seemed to drag along compared to your own thoughts.
You caused considerable upheaval by suggesting that some of the short-lived plants and even tiny, fleeting animals might also have something like minds of their own, observing the patterns that they formed among themselves and collectively as the flickering years passed. That controversy was still raging by the time you'd reshaped yourself to the point the matrix became an endless drone, too slow to have meaning without paying close attention for a century or two, though those same faster perceptions made you ever more certain of your conclusions. By the time seasons passed like you'd once thought of decades, you were able to prove yourself correct by opening dialogue with some of the largest trees. Much more open to change than your own staid folk, quite a few of their own young sprouts undertook a similar course of self-shaping to see if some animals really were more than mindlessly destructive parasites... That was an exciting century for sure, when you finally made contact with a meat-based intelligence! Hardly a year went by without some new variation of a name, far too many to list casually.
The dragons had nearly done you permanent harm in their surprise and arguing among themselves, but settled down into a stable grouping after a while and eventually reached truly impressive heights of sorcery before you had turned your attention to composing a report of your findings for the matrix of minds, and slowing again enough to send and discuss it in an understandable way. Flashing Facet of the Mind, they called you then, and the discussion had still been ongoing when everything quire suddenly vanished.
General style: elementals, magic, and druidic stuff, dragons for elites
Fake edit: In the time it took to go through the chapter I was beta reading and write this up there's been a bit more movement, but I wanted to push some of the normal limits on character creation anyway, so here you go. If nothing else, it's ideas for NPCs.
I'm honestly not sure which of the three I like more, I think they all have potential to be fun and interesting to play as. Probably still The Mechanatrix, because I just like saying Mechanatrix.
Real edit: It took me this long to realize I never described Flashing Facet of the Mind - basically, he's a rock. A really big rock, in fact, easily large enough to have a house perched on top if not for the fact that he changes shape to push himself along the ground, at a rate that varied from inches per year to a dragon's walking pace at the height of his activity, at which point he had formed about a dozen "feet" (it varied by what was most useful) that extended and morphed like a caterpillar's. He has no intrinsic "up" or "front," equally happy to roll as to walk, and perceives pressure, temperature, light, sound, and other vibratory phenomena by means of small crystals embedded evenly across his surface, and in fact throughout his mass - they're what passes for nervous tissue, collectively hosting an innately telepathic consciousness.
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows
If you had to sum up your previous life, you'd have to admit, everything was awesome. Your parents were rich, so you got all the awesome toys as a kid. You went to a good school and got awesome grades, and the Board of Directors handled day-to-day operations for the company so a few hours a day four days a week and the rest of your time was free, which was awesome. You got to use and often keep the demonstration models from the various divisions' R&D departments and show them off to buyers from governments and other corporations, so that was awesome too. A lot of the time that involved explosions, which deserved special mention for being extra awesome. You had a household staff to keep everything clean and in working order, and security to keep the paperazzi away equipped with your own company's high-tech weapons and gadgets, which was also awesome. You didn't exactly marry out of strong feelings but your mate was good looking and you got along well enough, and your own kids were well on their way to following your footsteps in the last memories you can identify. So, now you're a glowy ball of light proving there's life beyond death, huh? Still awesome.
Description: Knork Splayd is a lizard-man with bright green scales and a large, T.Rex like head, who typically wears unbuttoned Hawaiian shirts, khaki Bermuda shorts, mirrorshades (your eyes are cybernetic but the shades are stylish and provide a display without needing to cyberdive) and a Panama hat.
General style: Leapin' cyber-lizards!
The Patient One
You had many names in your long, long life, most little more than descriptions that were convenient at the time. When you first became aware enough to enter the matrix of minds they called you Curious Shard of the Mountain's Heart, then when a quake opened a crevice down to your seam you were Eager Watcher of the Twinkling Sky. A few hundred thousand years of erosion later, you were free to become Polished One Who Rolls Downstream, until finally the briny waves wore away enough of your birthing limestone to gain mobility in your own right and be Wandering Stone with the Devil's Luck, traveling about in the open world for an eon or two and improving your speed to the point that the matrix of minds seemed to drag along compared to your own thoughts.
You caused considerable upheaval by suggesting that some of the short-lived plants and even tiny, fleeting animals might also have something like minds of their own, observing the patterns that they formed among themselves and collectively as the flickering years passed. That controversy was still raging by the time you'd reshaped yourself to the point the matrix became an endless drone, too slow to have meaning without paying close attention for a century or two, though those same faster perceptions made you ever more certain of your conclusions. By the time seasons passed like you'd once thought of decades, you were able to prove yourself correct by opening dialogue with some of the largest trees. Much more open to change than your own staid folk, quite a few of their own young sprouts undertook a similar course of self-shaping to see if some animals really were more than mindlessly destructive parasites... That was an exciting century for sure, when you finally made contact with a meat-based intelligence! Hardly a year went by without some new variation of a name, far too many to list casually.
The dragons had nearly done you permanent harm in their surprise and arguing among themselves, but settled down into a stable grouping after a while and eventually reached truly impressive heights of sorcery before you had turned your attention to composing a report of your findings for the matrix of minds, and slowing again enough to send and discuss it in an understandable way. Flashing Facet of the Mind, they called you then, and the discussion had still been ongoing when everything quire suddenly vanished.
General style: elementals, magic, and druidic stuff, dragons for elites
Fake edit: In the time it took to go through the chapter I was beta reading and write this up there's been a bit more movement, but I wanted to push some of the normal limits on character creation anyway, so here you go. If nothing else, it's ideas for NPCs.
I'm honestly not sure which of the three I like more, I think they all have potential to be fun and interesting to play as. Probably still The Mechanatrix, because I just like saying Mechanatrix.
Real edit: It took me this long to realize I never described Flashing Facet of the Mind - basically, he's a rock. A really big rock, in fact, easily large enough to have a house perched on top if not for the fact that he changes shape to push himself along the ground, at a rate that varied from inches per year to a dragon's walking pace at the height of his activity, at which point he had formed about a dozen "feet" (it varied by what was most useful) that extended and morphed like a caterpillar's. He has no intrinsic "up" or "front," equally happy to roll as to walk, and perceives pressure, temperature, light, sound, and other vibratory phenomena by means of small crystals embedded evenly across his surface, and in fact throughout his mass - they're what passes for nervous tissue, collectively hosting an innately telepathic consciousness.
--
"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows