*Sees his nickname* "Mad Jack" Nope nope nope nope some fucked up stuff is gonna be there I guarantee it.
name: Elton Cypil gender: Male Race: Novakid appearance: A stout Blue novakid with a pluto symbol brand. His arms look like ones of a bear. Backstory: A novakid with some modifications was found on 953562951413P inside a prison convicted of ripping half a town's limbs of. Apparently nobody suspected him. Personality: A nice guy when you are on his good side or a threat to your life when you are not. He is polite and an introvert. Starter weapon: Retractable Bastard Sword stats: ranged proficiency(aim and such):0 meelee damage:10 meelee proficiency(Swordsmanship, precision):10 Toughness:8 strength:9 Intelligence:5 perception(how well they can sense things):5 speed:8 sanity(how sane they are. this starts at max, but can be lowered to add points in other places.):5
Oh! *Cough cough* *Maniacal laughter fills the entire arena, and Wilfers himself poofs in a cloud of smoke in the center of the coliseum* YOU HAVE SUMMONED ME, MORTALS!
Smoke? Hang on, I think we've got another fire; give me a moment. *Yanks the safety pin out of a fire extinguisher, and hoses Sir Wilfrey down with flame-retardant foam*
I'm in a shitload a' stuff right now, but I'll gladly watch from the sidelines for now, see how things are done around here. For now.
Hmm... I wonder how long this guy will last here... name: Player the Rogue gender: M Race: Human appearance: To himself: @ To everyone else: (I don't take credit for image) Backstory: Having wandered the depths of nethack for so long, Player had slowly lost his sanity to the horrors within... Everything gave him a chilling sense of deja vu... The dungeons were all he could remember... Nothing before or after... All he knew, is that he was trying to offer the amulet of Yendor to his god, or die trying... Eventually, he found it... After what had felt like years of dying over and over again, he had found it once again... The amulet of Yendor... When he picked it up and placed it upon his neck, instead of transporting him to the ethereal plane to fight with the four riders, he had instead been transported here... Wherever it is... Personality: Chaotic neutral alignment... Flat out bloody madman... Cannot be trusted to not kill you on first sight without having been offered something that has already been identified... He sees the world as endless fields of colored dots and symbols instead of terrain and creatures... Poor bastard... Starter weapon: +0 shortsword 16 +0 throwing daggers potion of sickness stats: ranged proficiency(aim and such): 10 meelee damage: 5 meelee proficiency: 10 Toughness: 2 strength: 8 Intelligence: 5 perception: 10 speed:10 sanity:0