Re: DEATHGAME 9000 [S!3] SIGNUPS OPEN
02-13-2012, 10:42 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
Name: Boltzman
Gender: Male
Race: Humanny
Abilities: Boltzman has one defining piece of equipment to him: his oilskin sack, a bag of tricks. The bag is a give-and-take deal Boltzman agreed to when he first picked it up. The upside is that whenver Boltzman so desires he can conjure a random valuable object or artefact, probably magical, by rummaging through the bag. The downside is a lot more extensive. The owner of the bag is more prone to hunger and illness and everything else that could ail someone, the bag can at times become greasy or heavier with no reason to do so just to spite its owner. The bag is a bit of a dick and has total control over which gem Boltzman produces, a trait it often exploits, and the bag sometimes speaks, and sometimes pretends to speak, just to drive the man a little more mad with every step. The worst part about owning the bag is that everyone wants it. The bag of tricks is probably the most coveted item in the entire universe and once people as much as lay eyes on the bag, let alone see its prowess, they will be overcome by an immense desire to steal it, enough to range from severe distraction to dropping whatever they're holding and lunging at Boltzman's throat.
Description: Boltzman is old, but it's to be expected of a man who deals in antiques to be a bit antique himself. His face is wrinkled and pockmarked with flecks, his pose a bit hunched over, and his hands thin, covered in burns from the rope he tugs his bg by and with arteries clearly running along his skin. His hair is the only part that can still be called young: long and well kept, Boltzman thought it'd be a shame to cut it down, and let it grow straight down, all neatly combed back.
Boltzman is weak, not just on the outside. He has fighting spirit somewhere between zilch and nil, but he is however a survivalist through and through. What he lacks in strength he makes up for in surveillance. Keeping a healthy look on the situation and considering all options at a glance, and that's not paranoia and that's not the bag talking. He has absolutely no concept of personal space or privacy (the ones who care are just hiding something) but he doesn't really bother with anyone but himself because of his burden, so it's not much of an issue. Though he might be considered strange or even insane by some, Boltzman really doesn't care as long as that's what's keeping him around.
Name: Boltzman
Gender: Male
Race: Humanny
Abilities: Boltzman has one defining piece of equipment to him: his oilskin sack, a bag of tricks. The bag is a give-and-take deal Boltzman agreed to when he first picked it up. The upside is that whenver Boltzman so desires he can conjure a random valuable object or artefact, probably magical, by rummaging through the bag. The downside is a lot more extensive. The owner of the bag is more prone to hunger and illness and everything else that could ail someone, the bag can at times become greasy or heavier with no reason to do so just to spite its owner. The bag is a bit of a dick and has total control over which gem Boltzman produces, a trait it often exploits, and the bag sometimes speaks, and sometimes pretends to speak, just to drive the man a little more mad with every step. The worst part about owning the bag is that everyone wants it. The bag of tricks is probably the most coveted item in the entire universe and once people as much as lay eyes on the bag, let alone see its prowess, they will be overcome by an immense desire to steal it, enough to range from severe distraction to dropping whatever they're holding and lunging at Boltzman's throat.
Description: Boltzman is old, but it's to be expected of a man who deals in antiques to be a bit antique himself. His face is wrinkled and pockmarked with flecks, his pose a bit hunched over, and his hands thin, covered in burns from the rope he tugs his bg by and with arteries clearly running along his skin. His hair is the only part that can still be called young: long and well kept, Boltzman thought it'd be a shame to cut it down, and let it grow straight down, all neatly combed back.
Boltzman is weak, not just on the outside. He has fighting spirit somewhere between zilch and nil, but he is however a survivalist through and through. What he lacks in strength he makes up for in surveillance. Keeping a healthy look on the situation and considering all options at a glance, and that's not paranoia and that's not the bag talking. He has absolutely no concept of personal space or privacy (the ones who care are just hiding something) but he doesn't really bother with anyone but himself because of his burden, so it's not much of an issue. Though he might be considered strange or even insane by some, Boltzman really doesn't care as long as that's what's keeping him around.
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