Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 21:27:07 GMT -5
Basic Information
Player Nickname: Argyle/Z
Do you want other role players to give you feed back? Yes, provided it's constructive and not just simply lashing.
Character Origin: Original Character (created using the rules of Dungeons and Dragons, 3.5 edition)
Face Claim's Name: Christopher Lambert (Raiden from Mortal Kombat)
Name: Aargylede, or Argyle the Red
Alias: the Man in Red
Race: Force Dragon (Disguised as a human)
Age: Six hundred and thirty two winters
Birthday: Unsure, sometime in the middle of winter.
Alignment: Lawful Good
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 230
Hair: Long and white, tied back into a ponytail
Eyes: stormy gray-ish blue.
Physique: He is medium, but strong, like all dragons of his age. He has a pair of wings that he keeps folded tightly to his back and hidden under his clothes.
Training: Swordfighting, magical combat, gathering information, diplomacy, herbology, smithing, sewing, enchantment, crafting, alchemy, problem solving, and critical thinking.
Equipment: Holy Symbol of Bahamut (he uses it like a police badge.)
Battlemage Armor (Enhances speed and reflexes)
Belt of Storm Giant's Strength (Enhances strength and stamina)
Gauntlets of Draconic Power (Holds Argyle's natural form of a dragon in check while allowing him to maintain his racial benefits.)
Pouches of holding (small pouches holding a space far bigger on the inside so that he may hold potions, magical talismans, and other various odds and ends that life may require him to hold.)
Cloak of the Mountebank (allows Argyle to cast a form of teleportation as a spell once per day[the true spell is called "dimensional doorway"])
Dragonclaw and Bahamut's Justice (twin bastard swords that have been enchanted with the powers of the deity that Argyle worships. Dragonclaw has the ability to imbue itself with one element per attack attempt[limited to fire, ice, lightning, acid, and force]. Bahamut's Justice has the ability to detect evil in its presence, and gives Argyle the ability to use the "Smite Evil" ability three times a day.)
Powers / Abilities
Flight (granted by a pair of wings hidden underneath the cloak)
Arcane Sight (Allows Argyle to see magical residue, auras, life force, and heat signatures through most solid surfaces)
Breathweapon (Argyle has the ability to create raw magical energy through a network of internal organs that generate a powerful beam that can punch through most solid objects with little resistance. The downside to having such a powerful breathweapon is that while most dragons have an immunity to the element of their nature, Argyle has none. Fire, Ice, and all of the others hit him with full impact and cause damage. The modern terminology for that is a "glass cannon.")
Draconic toughness (allows him to withstand large amounts of physical punishment.)
Magical training (Raw Force Mastery, protective force mastery.)
Weaknesses
Compassionate (I know what you're thinking right now. "How in the world is being compassionate a weakness?" Well, the answer is surprising. While it surely comes as something that seperates him from the bad guys, it's also a weakness that can be exploited in many different ways. If someone is taken hostage, for example, Argyle will do anything the villian asks to ensure that the hostage will remain safe. Another way is that it also eliminates the possibility of him using a stealthy approach. The reason why is because in his mind, he has to give all of the criminals at least one chance per encounter to stop their crime and walk away. If they do he will not pursue them. If they don't, well... he does what he needs to to sop them.)
Pacifist (I won't lie. Argyle is incredibly strong, as both a capable mage, swordsman, and as a dragon. And despite his power, Argyle finds himself incredibly reluctant to use it. In many occasions he constantly resorts to using his diplomacy and problem solving skills to try to save the day, and less time swinging his blades or casting his spells in a violent manner. It's more of a puzzle to bring that side of him out than it is anything else.)
Aside from that, he takes damage from most conventional means of fighting. Punches hurt, shooting REALLY hurts, fire is bad, and keep him away from the business end of a rocket launcher. If you shoot him in the face, he'll die. He's tough, but he's nowhere near invincible. D&D tough, is the best way to explain it. He can take an arrow or seven, but a fifty caliber bullet is the bane of his existence.
Character Time Line
Year 1 (2013)
Argyle comes from a different, more primitive planet. But he lands in the DCU realm in the present year.
Argyle overcomes culture shock, and gets a job as a homicide detective. He takes an apartment near the precinct. He scores average with a pistol, but his exam scores in the police academy are above exceptional.
Argyle's refusal to become corrupt paints him a target for criminals and causes him to become attacked late one night in his apartment. He spends a month in a coma.
Year 2 (2014)
-Argyle wakes up after recieving a vision from his god. If the law is too corrupt to follow, then he must dodge the red tape while keeping his head down low.
Argyle returns home from the hospital, and locates his secret chest located under the floorboards of his apartment which contained the adventuring gear from his place in Toril.
Argyle begins his vigilante work as the Man in Red.
Audition post
Argyle hated this. This was always the part of the system that always hurt: telling a father that his child was dead. The father's name was Jack Meadows and he was one of the few good souls in all of Gotham City. Not a cop, but something just as important, which was a fire fighter. As Argyle approached the door, he sighed. Bahamut, he silently prayed to his foreign god of justice and compassion. Give me the strength to give this man courage. With a heavy burden on his shoulders he knocked three times on front door to the Meadows' apartment.
Jack Meadows was a man in his mid- to late thirties with dark brown hair graying at the temples and a salt-and-pepper beard. He was well built, like all firefighters were. He was wearing an open flannel shirt with a white undershirt underneath, with a pair of relaxed fit jeans and boots. He struck Argyle as a hard working man with good intentions, if he was just a bit rough around the edges. That was the price for living in this town, Argyle supposed. Unfortunately, these were the sort of men who fell apart the easiest, because they were the ones who treasured what they had more than anyone else. Especially their loved ones. "Can I help you?" he asked the man in the red hood.
Argyle produced a badge, well, his imitation of a badge was his deity's Holy symbol. It was a silvery-looking five-pointed star etched within a blue disk that looked like sapphire that held what appeared to be small flecks of silver and gold in the stone. It was no larger than a police officer's badge, and it had the strangest effect on people. It made them feel at ease around him, like psychically telling someone's subconscious "hey, he's one of the good guys, you can trust him."
"Mister Meadows," the man in red said as the guy got a long look at the beautiful soothing amulet. "I know what happened to your son. Can I please come in?" The man nodded, hope shining in the firefighter's eyes. Argyle's heart ached. Gods, this was going to break this man's heart. As Argyle entered the room, he took in the small apartment. There were pictures of Jack's son Billy all over the place. He was an athletic boy of thirteen years old. He was going to try out for Gotham's Junior Knights next year.
Over the course of the next hour, Argyle explained what happened. How the Joker had posed as an Ice Cream Man preparing to set off a bomb at the fair near the docks, how Billy stumbled across it at the wrong moment and got tied to the bomb, and how Batman and Robin were apprehending the Joker at the fair itself when the Joker accidentally fell on his own killswitch and detonated the bomb while it was still in the ice cream truck with Billy still inside.
Like Argyle had predicted, like anyone would have predicted, a good father's world had just stopped spinning. There were tears involved, from Jack's part. There was all five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, grief, and finally acceptance. Argyle did what he could to offer the man comfort while assuring the man that everything that could have been done, had been done to the best of everyone's abilities.
There was always the same question that people always ask, though. The one that Argyle knew had no simple answer. Yet, he felt that it was his gift and contribution to the war on crime in Gotham City to propose one. "Why do you/they keep working outside of the law?"
"Jack," Argyle said as his storming gray eyes locked onto Mister Meadows' bloodshot eyes. "They love the law. We all do. It's what keeps our structured society from imploding into chaos, but it's not perfect. It needs help in ways that more money, politicians, policies, and more laws can't provide. There's so many loopholes, so many technicalities, that sometimes someone has to make a stand and say 'enough is enough.' That's what those men and women donning masks are doing. They don't ask anything in return, and they aren't expecting any form of payment in return. They're doing it because it's what's morally right, and because if they don't do it, no one will."
Player Nickname: Argyle/Z
Do you want other role players to give you feed back? Yes, provided it's constructive and not just simply lashing.
Character Origin: Original Character (created using the rules of Dungeons and Dragons, 3.5 edition)
Face Claim's Name: Christopher Lambert (Raiden from Mortal Kombat)
Name: Aargylede, or Argyle the Red
Alias: the Man in Red
Race: Force Dragon (Disguised as a human)
Age: Six hundred and thirty two winters
Birthday: Unsure, sometime in the middle of winter.
Alignment: Lawful Good
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 230
Hair: Long and white, tied back into a ponytail
Eyes: stormy gray-ish blue.
Physique: He is medium, but strong, like all dragons of his age. He has a pair of wings that he keeps folded tightly to his back and hidden under his clothes.
Training: Swordfighting, magical combat, gathering information, diplomacy, herbology, smithing, sewing, enchantment, crafting, alchemy, problem solving, and critical thinking.
Equipment: Holy Symbol of Bahamut (he uses it like a police badge.)
Battlemage Armor (Enhances speed and reflexes)
Belt of Storm Giant's Strength (Enhances strength and stamina)
Gauntlets of Draconic Power (Holds Argyle's natural form of a dragon in check while allowing him to maintain his racial benefits.)
Pouches of holding (small pouches holding a space far bigger on the inside so that he may hold potions, magical talismans, and other various odds and ends that life may require him to hold.)
Cloak of the Mountebank (allows Argyle to cast a form of teleportation as a spell once per day[the true spell is called "dimensional doorway"])
Dragonclaw and Bahamut's Justice (twin bastard swords that have been enchanted with the powers of the deity that Argyle worships. Dragonclaw has the ability to imbue itself with one element per attack attempt[limited to fire, ice, lightning, acid, and force]. Bahamut's Justice has the ability to detect evil in its presence, and gives Argyle the ability to use the "Smite Evil" ability three times a day.)
Powers / Abilities
Flight (granted by a pair of wings hidden underneath the cloak)
Arcane Sight (Allows Argyle to see magical residue, auras, life force, and heat signatures through most solid surfaces)
Breathweapon (Argyle has the ability to create raw magical energy through a network of internal organs that generate a powerful beam that can punch through most solid objects with little resistance. The downside to having such a powerful breathweapon is that while most dragons have an immunity to the element of their nature, Argyle has none. Fire, Ice, and all of the others hit him with full impact and cause damage. The modern terminology for that is a "glass cannon.")
Draconic toughness (allows him to withstand large amounts of physical punishment.)
Magical training (Raw Force Mastery, protective force mastery.)
Weaknesses
Compassionate (I know what you're thinking right now. "How in the world is being compassionate a weakness?" Well, the answer is surprising. While it surely comes as something that seperates him from the bad guys, it's also a weakness that can be exploited in many different ways. If someone is taken hostage, for example, Argyle will do anything the villian asks to ensure that the hostage will remain safe. Another way is that it also eliminates the possibility of him using a stealthy approach. The reason why is because in his mind, he has to give all of the criminals at least one chance per encounter to stop their crime and walk away. If they do he will not pursue them. If they don't, well... he does what he needs to to sop them.)
Pacifist (I won't lie. Argyle is incredibly strong, as both a capable mage, swordsman, and as a dragon. And despite his power, Argyle finds himself incredibly reluctant to use it. In many occasions he constantly resorts to using his diplomacy and problem solving skills to try to save the day, and less time swinging his blades or casting his spells in a violent manner. It's more of a puzzle to bring that side of him out than it is anything else.)
Aside from that, he takes damage from most conventional means of fighting. Punches hurt, shooting REALLY hurts, fire is bad, and keep him away from the business end of a rocket launcher. If you shoot him in the face, he'll die. He's tough, but he's nowhere near invincible. D&D tough, is the best way to explain it. He can take an arrow or seven, but a fifty caliber bullet is the bane of his existence.
Character Time Line
Year 1 (2013)
Argyle comes from a different, more primitive planet. But he lands in the DCU realm in the present year.
Argyle overcomes culture shock, and gets a job as a homicide detective. He takes an apartment near the precinct. He scores average with a pistol, but his exam scores in the police academy are above exceptional.
Argyle's refusal to become corrupt paints him a target for criminals and causes him to become attacked late one night in his apartment. He spends a month in a coma.
Year 2 (2014)
-Argyle wakes up after recieving a vision from his god. If the law is too corrupt to follow, then he must dodge the red tape while keeping his head down low.
Argyle returns home from the hospital, and locates his secret chest located under the floorboards of his apartment which contained the adventuring gear from his place in Toril.
Argyle begins his vigilante work as the Man in Red.
Audition post
Argyle hated this. This was always the part of the system that always hurt: telling a father that his child was dead. The father's name was Jack Meadows and he was one of the few good souls in all of Gotham City. Not a cop, but something just as important, which was a fire fighter. As Argyle approached the door, he sighed. Bahamut, he silently prayed to his foreign god of justice and compassion. Give me the strength to give this man courage. With a heavy burden on his shoulders he knocked three times on front door to the Meadows' apartment.
Jack Meadows was a man in his mid- to late thirties with dark brown hair graying at the temples and a salt-and-pepper beard. He was well built, like all firefighters were. He was wearing an open flannel shirt with a white undershirt underneath, with a pair of relaxed fit jeans and boots. He struck Argyle as a hard working man with good intentions, if he was just a bit rough around the edges. That was the price for living in this town, Argyle supposed. Unfortunately, these were the sort of men who fell apart the easiest, because they were the ones who treasured what they had more than anyone else. Especially their loved ones. "Can I help you?" he asked the man in the red hood.
Argyle produced a badge, well, his imitation of a badge was his deity's Holy symbol. It was a silvery-looking five-pointed star etched within a blue disk that looked like sapphire that held what appeared to be small flecks of silver and gold in the stone. It was no larger than a police officer's badge, and it had the strangest effect on people. It made them feel at ease around him, like psychically telling someone's subconscious "hey, he's one of the good guys, you can trust him."
"Mister Meadows," the man in red said as the guy got a long look at the beautiful soothing amulet. "I know what happened to your son. Can I please come in?" The man nodded, hope shining in the firefighter's eyes. Argyle's heart ached. Gods, this was going to break this man's heart. As Argyle entered the room, he took in the small apartment. There were pictures of Jack's son Billy all over the place. He was an athletic boy of thirteen years old. He was going to try out for Gotham's Junior Knights next year.
Over the course of the next hour, Argyle explained what happened. How the Joker had posed as an Ice Cream Man preparing to set off a bomb at the fair near the docks, how Billy stumbled across it at the wrong moment and got tied to the bomb, and how Batman and Robin were apprehending the Joker at the fair itself when the Joker accidentally fell on his own killswitch and detonated the bomb while it was still in the ice cream truck with Billy still inside.
Like Argyle had predicted, like anyone would have predicted, a good father's world had just stopped spinning. There were tears involved, from Jack's part. There was all five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, grief, and finally acceptance. Argyle did what he could to offer the man comfort while assuring the man that everything that could have been done, had been done to the best of everyone's abilities.
There was always the same question that people always ask, though. The one that Argyle knew had no simple answer. Yet, he felt that it was his gift and contribution to the war on crime in Gotham City to propose one. "Why do you/they keep working outside of the law?"
"Jack," Argyle said as his storming gray eyes locked onto Mister Meadows' bloodshot eyes. "They love the law. We all do. It's what keeps our structured society from imploding into chaos, but it's not perfect. It needs help in ways that more money, politicians, policies, and more laws can't provide. There's so many loopholes, so many technicalities, that sometimes someone has to make a stand and say 'enough is enough.' That's what those men and women donning masks are doing. They don't ask anything in return, and they aren't expecting any form of payment in return. They're doing it because it's what's morally right, and because if they don't do it, no one will."
