This ideas been shaping in my mind for a while and I think I finally got it perfect......
In the slums of a rundown city, a crowd of the homeless and broken gather around beneath the last working lamppost on the street. At the center of the group and man stands in a mismatched suit, made up of multicolored pieces all to large or to small for his puny figure. He wears a old bowler hat and even in the dead of the night he wears pitch black sunglasses atop his crooked nose. The dim light of the lamp illuminates his gaunt face as his thin lips peel back in twisted smile as he begins his speech.
"Ladies, gentleman, and everything in between, come and listen. Let me be blunt, your world sickens me. Every where I have traveled I have found the likes of you piled in the streets, while the others look down upon you with contempt. So I come before you, the broken and beaten, to let you know of a better place, where all of you can start over. How do you get there you ask? It is simple.......you just have to die. I encourage you to slit your wrist, squeeze the trigger, drink the poison, for what awaits you is worth the pain, worth the suffering! In my world you are rewarded simply for becoming a citizen, three gifts of power and a weapon to defend yourself with, for there is danger no matter what world you live in. Come one, Come all, for I will meet you on the other side, to personally welcome you to the Otherworld."
Upon finishing his speech the man draws a pill bottle from his jacket pocket and drops the last capsule into his palm and pops it into his mouth, gives one last twisted grin and drops to the ground, dead, with the crowd either returning to there homes or searching the body for valuables.....
"Ladies, gentleman, and everything in between, come and listen. Let me be blunt, your world sickens me. Every where I have traveled I have found the likes of you piled in the streets, while the others look down upon you with contempt. So I come before you, the broken and beaten, to let you know of a better place, where all of you can start over. How do you get there you ask? It is simple.......you just have to die. I encourage you to slit your wrist, squeeze the trigger, drink the poison, for what awaits you is worth the pain, worth the suffering! In my world you are rewarded simply for becoming a citizen, three gifts of power and a weapon to defend yourself with, for there is danger no matter what world you live in. Come one, Come all, for I will meet you on the other side, to personally welcome you to the Otherworld."
Upon finishing his speech the man draws a pill bottle from his jacket pocket and drops the last capsule into his palm and pops it into his mouth, gives one last twisted grin and drops to the ground, dead, with the crowd either returning to there homes or searching the body for valuables.....
Welcome to Otherworld, the place you go after death when your not wicked enough for Hell and not righteous enough for Heaven. Otherworld is a place of magic and mystery, perfectly designed to make even the most experienced citizens gasp in disbelief at the oddities to be found. Upon arriving every new citizen receives three "Gifts of Power", which are either a magical ability or physical mutation, all meant to help you defend yourself or to adjust with your new surroundings. Along with the gifts, everyone receives a weapon of some sort to help protect themselves, for as the speaker said "For there is danger no matter what world you live in.". All new citizens appear in either the Urban District or the Slum District, where there is a speaker exactly like the one described in the intro awaiting to greet you personally.
1. All citizens of Otherworld have a mutated appearance, wither its one of your gifts or not, this can be any thing from having glowing eyes to being a centaur.
2. The magic powers you receive upon becoming a citizen are limited, for example you cannot be given the power to control fire, you can however be given the power to shoot fireballs from your eyeballs and so on.
3. This is more of a note than a rule, but Otherworld is separated into districts, like the Jungle District, the Urban District, the Cemetery District, and so on.
4. Law does not exist in Otherworld, so like in Fallout 3 if you wrong someone justice is dispensed vigilante style.
5. again, more of a note than a rule, Otherworld is a world of magic, so if you want a fourth magic power and can't decide which ones to use for your "gifts" it can be learned later within Otherworld, although not in a quick "You now know ___ magic, go destroy something" fashion, it have to learn it like you would a learn a skill in real life, over time.
ONE MORE NOTE, you don't age in Otherworld, so be mindful of that when you make a character.
Edit: OKAY LAST NOTE I SWEAR, Otherworld is a parallel to our own world, as with each new generation of citizens the technology improves for obvious reasons, yet even with this people rely more on the natural magic of the world so the tech is mainly applied only to the Urban district and a small production of firearms and explosives. Overall it's really a blend of all times, some districts only represent one time but mixed districts(the majority) have a touch of everything
2. The magic powers you receive upon becoming a citizen are limited, for example you cannot be given the power to control fire, you can however be given the power to shoot fireballs from your eyeballs and so on.
3. This is more of a note than a rule, but Otherworld is separated into districts, like the Jungle District, the Urban District, the Cemetery District, and so on.
4. Law does not exist in Otherworld, so like in Fallout 3 if you wrong someone justice is dispensed vigilante style.
5. again, more of a note than a rule, Otherworld is a world of magic, so if you want a fourth magic power and can't decide which ones to use for your "gifts" it can be learned later within Otherworld, although not in a quick "You now know ___ magic, go destroy something" fashion, it have to learn it like you would a learn a skill in real life, over time.
ONE MORE NOTE, you don't age in Otherworld, so be mindful of that when you make a character.
Edit: OKAY LAST NOTE I SWEAR, Otherworld is a parallel to our own world, as with each new generation of citizens the technology improves for obvious reasons, yet even with this people rely more on the natural magic of the world so the tech is mainly applied only to the Urban district and a small production of firearms and explosives. Overall it's really a blend of all times, some districts only represent one time but mixed districts(the majority) have a touch of everything
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Name: Mr. Biscuits
Age: 100 years old
Appearance: Jeans, sneakers, T-shirt, and a tentacle for a right arm
Gifts: Laser vision, arm tentacle, and spit acid
Weapon: a really big stick
History: he lived, then he died, now he is here
Age: 100 years old
Appearance: Jeans, sneakers, T-shirt, and a tentacle for a right arm
Gifts: Laser vision, arm tentacle, and spit acid
Weapon: a really big stick
History: he lived, then he died, now he is here
Name: Connor
Age: 75 years
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair, pale blue eyes, long canine teeth(Yes, he is a vampire), arms are mutated to be brown, leathery skinned from the elbow down with only three fingers (not including thumb) ending is thick talon-like claws. Wears a beaten brown trench coat over a plain white t-shirt and worn out jeans with worn work boots.
Gifts: Large wings(brown and leathery like his arms) that he can retract into his body, vampirism(none of super strength stuff, only that he can drink blood), can fire a stream fire from his wrist when held in a "Haduken" style.
Weapon: Ninjato(a short sword version of a katana that ninjas used)
History: In life Connor was a farmer's son in Idaho around the 1930's. One day Connor was a little careless and paid for it a painful fashion, dying from being trampled by a horse and slowly bleeding to death. Connor, being raised Christian, was very surprised when he arrived in Otherworld, but since than has learned to embrace this second life. He has since spent the majority of his life in a small village in the Cemetery District and running a gambling business based around taking bets on bar brawls and street fights.
Age: 75 years
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair, pale blue eyes, long canine teeth(Yes, he is a vampire), arms are mutated to be brown, leathery skinned from the elbow down with only three fingers (not including thumb) ending is thick talon-like claws. Wears a beaten brown trench coat over a plain white t-shirt and worn out jeans with worn work boots.
Gifts: Large wings(brown and leathery like his arms) that he can retract into his body, vampirism(none of super strength stuff, only that he can drink blood), can fire a stream fire from his wrist when held in a "Haduken" style.
Weapon: Ninjato(a short sword version of a katana that ninjas used)
History: In life Connor was a farmer's son in Idaho around the 1930's. One day Connor was a little careless and paid for it a painful fashion, dying from being trampled by a horse and slowly bleeding to death. Connor, being raised Christian, was very surprised when he arrived in Otherworld, but since than has learned to embrace this second life. He has since spent the majority of his life in a small village in the Cemetery District and running a gambling business based around taking bets on bar brawls and street fights.
Name: Alencian Trouther.
Age: 105
Appearance: Tiny tan, all natural from being in the sun. Hair is albino white, like freshly fallen snow. The hair is bound in a knot and leads down to his shoulder height like a Rogue's Knot. He died around fifty, so he looks young but has some wrinkles covering his cheek and forehead. He wears long white robes decorated with golden stripes and beautifully curved lines aligning it with his waist. The robe along with his cloth shoes are both snow white and beautifully designed. His eyes are light blue, like sparkling spring water in autumn.
Gifts: Two spells; Traitor's Voice and The Eye. Traitor's Voice allows Valencian to trick people into liking him for a short period of time. The Eye allows him to peek into distances and spot various items in close range. The third one however is not a spell, it is an ability learned after fifty years of research; he is able to enchant various items, given the right tools and ingredients.
Weapon: A small but gently curved sword, not like a schimitar but more like a slightly curving shortsword. It is lined with silver and gold stripes decorated along the blade. The handle is a brown color, surrounded by a sweet blue and silver toned layer.
History: Alencian grew up in the city, begging for coins and pickpocketing was a daily routine, but after he came to the Otherworld, he was given a chance to start over, a chance to do things right. He immediately turned to magic, because it was so charming, so enchanting to his eyes that he felt like all of his former life wasn't there. He felt like he had been in this world all of his life. After a few years studying magic in the Cemetery District, he stumbled upon a bar there. He remembered being in a bar when he died, he was caught in a brawler's fight, but it got out of hand, and he landed in crossfire between a colt45 and a .44 magnum. As he set foot in the bar, he felt a flashback moment, but knowing he couldn't die, he was unafraid. He sat down at the bar and ordered a vodka & tonic.
Age: 105
Appearance: Tiny tan, all natural from being in the sun. Hair is albino white, like freshly fallen snow. The hair is bound in a knot and leads down to his shoulder height like a Rogue's Knot. He died around fifty, so he looks young but has some wrinkles covering his cheek and forehead. He wears long white robes decorated with golden stripes and beautifully curved lines aligning it with his waist. The robe along with his cloth shoes are both snow white and beautifully designed. His eyes are light blue, like sparkling spring water in autumn.
Gifts: Two spells; Traitor's Voice and The Eye. Traitor's Voice allows Valencian to trick people into liking him for a short period of time. The Eye allows him to peek into distances and spot various items in close range. The third one however is not a spell, it is an ability learned after fifty years of research; he is able to enchant various items, given the right tools and ingredients.
Weapon: A small but gently curved sword, not like a schimitar but more like a slightly curving shortsword. It is lined with silver and gold stripes decorated along the blade. The handle is a brown color, surrounded by a sweet blue and silver toned layer.
History: Alencian grew up in the city, begging for coins and pickpocketing was a daily routine, but after he came to the Otherworld, he was given a chance to start over, a chance to do things right. He immediately turned to magic, because it was so charming, so enchanting to his eyes that he felt like all of his former life wasn't there. He felt like he had been in this world all of his life. After a few years studying magic in the Cemetery District, he stumbled upon a bar there. He remembered being in a bar when he died, he was caught in a brawler's fight, but it got out of hand, and he landed in crossfire between a colt45 and a .44 magnum. As he set foot in the bar, he felt a flashback moment, but knowing he couldn't die, he was unafraid. He sat down at the bar and ordered a vodka & tonic.
Name: Charles "Murphy" McMurphy
Age: 25 (1st Year in Otherworld)
Appearance: Murphy has short cropped hair (military style), a drill instructors face, and the muscular body of a fit Army Ranger. Well that was before he died. Now his left eye is black on red (red pupil), and his face is crossed by three red "tiger stripes" (the first one starting over his left eye and the last one ending on his right jaw). His left arm is permanently stained like blood is running down it from his shoulder, and the nails on his left hand are black. In big black chevrons, his Sergeants rank stands out like a birthmark on his arm under the an implanted tab that says ranger. He is 6'1'' and white other than the red splotches. His arms have mutated so that his middle finger rests just under his knee cap in a relaxed stance. EDIT: Green eyes and auburn hair.
Gifts: Invisibility (camouflage) only when both eyes are closed. Natural Night Vision. Enhanced reaction time/ speed (since it is one in the same)
Weapon: A 21 inch long slightly curved dagger. He wears it on the small of his back. Black handle, rounded pommel, saber like cross guard.
History: Murphy had just completed his Ranger training when he was assigned his first combat drop. Ever since he was a child he dreamed of dropping into combat next to the best the Army had to offer. Now was his chance. He had all ways trained in combat arts, and learned knife fighting shortly before entering the school, and he was positive his trained body was ready. And it was. To bad his chute wasn't.
Shortly after jumping out of the plane, his chord pulled but his chute didn't open. He tried his reserve but that also failed. He knew he wasn't going to be saved by the other Rangers, not during a HAHO jump. Their chutes had already deployed and he was falling to fast for them to catch up. He closed his eyes and sang "Blood upon the risers". Just before he hit the floor he mumbled "And he aint going to jump no more.
When he opened his eyes he was surrounded by what looked like hobos, but most of them were mutated in some way or another. He clinched his eyes shut thinking it was a dream and the crowd gasped. This was the first time he disappeared.
Age: 25 (1st Year in Otherworld)
Appearance: Murphy has short cropped hair (military style), a drill instructors face, and the muscular body of a fit Army Ranger. Well that was before he died. Now his left eye is black on red (red pupil), and his face is crossed by three red "tiger stripes" (the first one starting over his left eye and the last one ending on his right jaw). His left arm is permanently stained like blood is running down it from his shoulder, and the nails on his left hand are black. In big black chevrons, his Sergeants rank stands out like a birthmark on his arm under the an implanted tab that says ranger. He is 6'1'' and white other than the red splotches. His arms have mutated so that his middle finger rests just under his knee cap in a relaxed stance. EDIT: Green eyes and auburn hair.
Gifts: Invisibility (camouflage) only when both eyes are closed. Natural Night Vision. Enhanced reaction time/ speed (since it is one in the same)
Weapon: A 21 inch long slightly curved dagger. He wears it on the small of his back. Black handle, rounded pommel, saber like cross guard.
History: Murphy had just completed his Ranger training when he was assigned his first combat drop. Ever since he was a child he dreamed of dropping into combat next to the best the Army had to offer. Now was his chance. He had all ways trained in combat arts, and learned knife fighting shortly before entering the school, and he was positive his trained body was ready. And it was. To bad his chute wasn't.
Shortly after jumping out of the plane, his chord pulled but his chute didn't open. He tried his reserve but that also failed. He knew he wasn't going to be saved by the other Rangers, not during a HAHO jump. Their chutes had already deployed and he was falling to fast for them to catch up. He closed his eyes and sang "Blood upon the risers". Just before he hit the floor he mumbled "And he aint going to jump no more.
When he opened his eyes he was surrounded by what looked like hobos, but most of them were mutated in some way or another. He clinched his eyes shut thinking it was a dream and the crowd gasped. This was the first time he disappeared.
name: sylvester zariel
age: 21
appearance: very skeletal build. one eye is constantly squinting. wears extremely cracked glasses which improve his vision to far better then you would think. has glowing blue eyes behind them. black hair, which he has tried and failed to make lie flat. 6ft in height. left arm is gray, and appears dead at first glance.
gifts:
-able to fire lightening from his little finger, although has little control over it.
-ability to apply mathematics to the world have become massively enhanced.
-left arm has greatly enhanced speed and dexterity.
weapon: chain whip with a double edged blade at the end.
history: born into a wealthy family, sylvester abandoned them at the age of 15, believing them to be cruel and despicable. after learning the harshness of reality, he was unable to overcome his pride, and so lived on the street rather then return to them. eventually, his conflicting pride and hatred of the world he had got himself into caused him to steal some rope, and hang himself on a bridge.
age: 21
appearance: very skeletal build. one eye is constantly squinting. wears extremely cracked glasses which improve his vision to far better then you would think. has glowing blue eyes behind them. black hair, which he has tried and failed to make lie flat. 6ft in height. left arm is gray, and appears dead at first glance.
gifts:
-able to fire lightening from his little finger, although has little control over it.
-ability to apply mathematics to the world have become massively enhanced.
-left arm has greatly enhanced speed and dexterity.
weapon: chain whip with a double edged blade at the end.
history: born into a wealthy family, sylvester abandoned them at the age of 15, believing them to be cruel and despicable. after learning the harshness of reality, he was unable to overcome his pride, and so lived on the street rather then return to them. eventually, his conflicting pride and hatred of the world he had got himself into caused him to steal some rope, and hang himself on a bridge.
Brandon "The Sage" Smith
Age: 16
Appearance: Looks like a Wolf but walks, talks, and acts like a human. A "Furry" if you will. Wears a tench coat, black shirt, jeans and glasses.
Gifts: Higher than average intelligence(Hence the sage part), Natural weapons (Claws and fangs), Enhanced smell.
Weapon: Two 9mm hand guns.
History: Brandon grew up with a poor family. One day a robber broke in and killed his family. Brandon was out at the time and returned to their little run down apartment to find his family's body's. Racked with guilt Brandon fled his home and lived on the streets for a couple of years searching for the one who had done this. When he turned sixteen he found out that the killer had been killed in a shoot out with the cops. Again feeling guilty about not being able to avenge his family, Brandon couldn't take it any more. Soon the police would find his body in the freezer in the back of a restaurant.
Age: 16
Appearance: Looks like a Wolf but walks, talks, and acts like a human. A "Furry" if you will. Wears a tench coat, black shirt, jeans and glasses.
Gifts: Higher than average intelligence(Hence the sage part), Natural weapons (Claws and fangs), Enhanced smell.
Weapon: Two 9mm hand guns.
History: Brandon grew up with a poor family. One day a robber broke in and killed his family. Brandon was out at the time and returned to their little run down apartment to find his family's body's. Racked with guilt Brandon fled his home and lived on the streets for a couple of years searching for the one who had done this. When he turned sixteen he found out that the killer had been killed in a shoot out with the cops. Again feeling guilty about not being able to avenge his family, Brandon couldn't take it any more. Soon the police would find his body in the freezer in the back of a restaurant.
Name: Fredrick (Cross) Klein
Age: 937
Appearance: Tall at 6'2, weights 220 pounds and has short dark brown hair, extremely well muscled and has green eyes. Has a plate amour suit, helmet and shield.
Gifts:
#1 His amour fuses to his body, (happens when hums a Gregorian chant)
#2 By crossing himself, he can increase his bone and muscle strength, thus making him 8 feet tall and way stronger (can be used in conjunction with the first power)
#3 By inscribing a cross on the ground, he temporarily gains the ability to manipulate the atoms of his surrounding (effective up to twenty feet away from him, although if he fabricates something in this area and throws it out of the area it will still retain is altered appearance.)
If these powers seem religiously themed, its because of his back story
Weapon: A Standard crusader long sword
History: He was a pious crusader knight who answered the call to fight for the holy land. He gained great recognition for his many deeds in battle and in his service to the church. Eventually he fell in the field of battle (he was shot by an arrow) and was transported to Otherworld. At first he thought he was in hell and chose powers which he thought would be holy and be of great assistance to him in escaping.
After several hundred years of pointless questing, he realized that this was to be his permanent home; although he cannot fathom why god sent him here (he does sometimes suspect that it had something to do with him killing dozens of women and children in the Crusade, but then he thinks "nah that couldn't be it")
Now he lives in the urban sector, scouting around and doing a few odd jobs (he even occasionally takes on a quest if the mood takes him), but for the most part he just flicks peanuts at random people because he has nothing to do.
Age: 937
Appearance: Tall at 6'2, weights 220 pounds and has short dark brown hair, extremely well muscled and has green eyes. Has a plate amour suit, helmet and shield.
Gifts:
#1 His amour fuses to his body, (happens when hums a Gregorian chant)
#2 By crossing himself, he can increase his bone and muscle strength, thus making him 8 feet tall and way stronger (can be used in conjunction with the first power)
#3 By inscribing a cross on the ground, he temporarily gains the ability to manipulate the atoms of his surrounding (effective up to twenty feet away from him, although if he fabricates something in this area and throws it out of the area it will still retain is altered appearance.)
If these powers seem religiously themed, its because of his back story
Weapon: A Standard crusader long sword
History: He was a pious crusader knight who answered the call to fight for the holy land. He gained great recognition for his many deeds in battle and in his service to the church. Eventually he fell in the field of battle (he was shot by an arrow) and was transported to Otherworld. At first he thought he was in hell and chose powers which he thought would be holy and be of great assistance to him in escaping.
After several hundred years of pointless questing, he realized that this was to be his permanent home; although he cannot fathom why god sent him here (he does sometimes suspect that it had something to do with him killing dozens of women and children in the Crusade, but then he thinks "nah that couldn't be it")
Now he lives in the urban sector, scouting around and doing a few odd jobs (he even occasionally takes on a quest if the mood takes him), but for the most part he just flicks peanuts at random people because he has nothing to do.
Would be so cool, i'm copying my character from Oblivion... And well, a noob magician isn't a faithful magician.
