your RPG character stories

[ImSkeletor]

Simply post the story of rpg character you created from any rpg. Mine would be my fallout 3 character Jack. He was tramautized by his experiences in the vault so he lost all faith in humanity. He went into a murder spree, blew up Megaton and eighter murdered or threatened anyone he met. But when he entered that freaky simulation he learned the error of his ways pulled the failsafe and has been on the straight and narrow ever since.

 

[FalloutJack]

That's funny. My Fallout character is also named Jack. What a coincidence.

But actually, I've always been rather fond of Joe Hockner, the 3rd Class member of SOLDIER (from FF7). Born in Kalm, raised with the desire to join SOLDIER (as many people were), and traveled to Midgar around the time Sephiroth was burning down Nidelheim (though this information was not widely circulated yet). Because of the downspin of recruitment at that time (again, this was Sephiroth's fault) the board of directors decided to put him and other inductees to the test...under the sadistic training sessions of Heidegger, whom Joe swore was trying to kill him.

At the end of his training, Joe was rated strong, but put in 3rd Class for mouthing off too much at a superior officer (i.e. Heidegger). Ironically, this actually puts him in better standing than Cloud Strife, who never actually made it in the first place. Still, because the Jenova Project was still in full-swing at the time and Hojo was injecting people right, left, and center...Joe was injected with Jenova cells and then treated with Mako energy as per the usual rules. There was...no reaction. Nar'ly a flicker, it was like Jenova wasn't even there. Further tests discovered that, in fact, it WASN'T there and the mad scientist did not know why.

But in the meantime, he had his commission, and slowly Joe became a useful member of SOLDIER. It was law enforcement, basically. He single-handedly thwarted the Notorious Chocobo-Riders Gang, whose mounts always retreated at the sign of ANY combat (easy pickins), actually went on a raid with a friend of his in the Shinra military to a raid on Don Corneo (who was involved in a black market robot buy-out and weapons deal), and eventually got involved in quelling a revolt in Sector 4 that involved a hovertank war-machine and a man with an Enemy Skill materia. (He got himself badly injured after THAT little fiasco, as did his mentor in SOLDIER.)

Later, in the furtherance of testing him and his...strangely-lacking reaction to Jenova, Joe was sent to Gongaga. Something about a monster-attack in the reactor area. He was sent alone and they wouldn't even fly him overseas. He had to take the boat and WALK. (So naturally, he spent time at Gold Saucer, just to piss them off.) Upon arriving at Gongaga, though, he found evidence that there was indeed a monster, and it was living in th reactor itself, feeding off the energy. This creature was unlike any monster ever enountered before, as it looked like it may have been human once. It was simultaneously grayish and weirdly mutated...but also rotting, and it looked like it was intelligent.

Mano-a-monstro, this was the deadliest fight of Joe's life and he was almost killed by it...until he unloaded a heavy explosive spell from his materia at the Mako reactor and RAN. Yes, I made Joe historically the reason the Gongaga reactor exploded. The actual reason was covered up, along with the creature...which was later dubbed a 'Mako-Eater' and the subject of Joe's worst nightmares from then on. The story after that involves what exactly he was doing while AVALANCHE was on the move. For instance, when SOLDIER was supposedly being mobilized, they were actually...in the wrong Sector of Midgar at the time (D'oh!).

*Pauses*

Oh dear, I do seem to be carrying on a bit. Like I said, rather fond of the tale. It was fun to write.

 

[Indecizion]

My char in rogue trader is Aylos, a voidborn psycher, who was born on a small trading vessel in the ultramar region, who due to the distrust and general hatred of the human popluation because of being a voidborn he holds a certan resentment toward all living things which results in his treating people as objects discarding or killing without emotion, he also feels no connection to anyone or anything which allows him to change ship and crew easily. yeah theres more but its like 2 pages and thats just a summary i can remember off the top of my head.

 

[SantoUno]

My character SantoUno mastered the dark side of the force so quickly that no enemy could resist his powers, they all went down in 2 attacks or less.

He no longer even needs his lightsaber, he can drop foes much faster with a simple hand raised that casts Force Lightning. He has no obstacles, every level gained means more power.

I'm referring to KOTOR 2 here.

 

[Ursus Astrorum]

I had a character in Mage: The Awakening named James O'Donnel (cookie to anyone who knows the two characters I got his name from. Hint: They're both part of the same franchise). He had a large leaning towards mind magic, and as such was the stereotypical 'Oh god my power is fucking painful' type. But as the campaign went on, and as he became more powerful, he seemed to be pained less and less by his abilities. He eventually became wholly desensitized to it. But it wasn't just the torment that disappeared: He simply stopped feeling, or at least had an extremely diluted grasp of emotion. Things like humanity and compassion (and to an extent, morality) were lost on him. People stopped being people and started being factors. Numbers. Statistics. His power was no longer a means of connecting to another's mind and aiding/harming it, it was simply a way to get what needed to be done done in a clean, efficient manner. By being constantly exposed to the humanity of others, he himself became inhuman.

I've got to say he was one of the most fascinating characters I'd played, to simply see how far I could push the idea of using cold logic and nothing else to make decisions. All in all he rather resembled a more active and engaged Tranquil (from Dragon Age), and he was generally the main character to start party-wide debates over tactics because of his reasoning, though in a fun way. There was a scenario where we were strapped for time and had to get to a place before the big bad did. At the same time, we came across a bunch of civilians in a situation that would surely lead to their demise if we didn't undertake a time-consuming intervention. Naturally, James advised leaving them. The team good guy cursed him out for being heartless and immoral. Without flinching, without changing his expression, he replied in a monotone:

"Saving these people may be an immediate good deed, but it also provides a higher chance of failure. If we keep moving, casualties will be in the dozens. If we try to save them and fail our more pressing objective, casualties will be in the millions. Tell me: Which number is more immoral to you?"

That was at an earlier stage. As time progressed his focus widened from that of human numbers to that of greater numbers. To him, we had become a grossly overpopulated species with no natural predators, which was disrupting the natural cycle of the world and prohibiting natural progression. Logically, the most efficient way to fix this problem was to cull the herd. With precision and planning, mind you, but his agenda was still mass genocide. Needless to say, he became a major villain soon after that revelation and I had to roll someone else.

He was not without his humor, however. In another instance a crazed Time mage turned one of the characters into a baby, rendering him incapable of, among other things, speech. When asked to 'read his mind', he responded thusly.

"He seems to be trying to communicate, telling us that while in captivity he heard talk about circumstances regarding the apocalypse and its imminent arrival. Or that his diaper needs changing. I'm not sure which. It could be both."

 

[Lt. Dragunov]

My character from FO3 is Ban Solo ^_^ He lived a happy life with his father untill he left the valt. Ban felling the urge to find his only family he ever knew travels the waists looking for him. once he found him he egerly wanted to return to the valt with his father but instead he had to watch as his father sacrificed himself losing his only real grip on reality some primale inside of Ban surfaces as he now murders innocents for his pleasure and then eats thier corpse. His continues his killing streak untill he comes across dogmeat, in stead of killing dogmeat, Ban befriends dogmeat who calms him down into the care free man he once was. One day while exploring some old ruins dogmeat iswonded badly, Ban , not wanting to lose another family member tells dogmeat to stay where he is while he goes for something to heal dogmeat with. Once Ban finds medicine he travles back to dogmeat only to find a deathclaw towering over dogmeat's dead body. And once again the primal side is unleased.

I did'nt bother to read through this so if there is something miss spelled or something i dont even care.

 

[A Weary Exile]

My Oblivion Character.

Name: Rhaz-ul
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male

Rhaz-ul grew up in the Argonian homeland of Blackmarsh, he was the youngest son of an Argonian land-owning noble. His older brother, Mazaan, was born under the sign of the Moonshadow and so he was given away at birth to the Dark Brotherhood to begin his training as a Shadowscale. Rhaz-ul was given a ring by his father, an emerald-encrusted one that signified his status as a noble of Argonian society. Rhaz-ul eventually decided that he wanted to pursue the life of a bow-for-hire and joined a modest troupe of mercenaries that often worked security detail for high-paying clients in Blackmarsh. One day their group was hired by an Imperial merchant to guard his trade caravan on the way to the Imperial City, he and the rest of the troupe thought this to be an average contract, they were mistaken.

At the border of Blackmarsh and Cyrodiil their caravan was ambushed by archers, Rhaz-ul and his mercenaries fought back bravely, but to no avail. Rhaz-ul was struck in the arm by a stray arrow as he fled into the forest. He ran through the pitch blackness, stumbling over stumps and rocks, until he realized that he was still being followed. Rhaz-ul hid behind a large tree and waited for his pursuer. He heard the quickening footsteps fast approaching his position and when a dark figure entered his field of vision he lashed out at it violently until it moved no more. He looked down at his fallen foe, an Argonian clad in black leather armor wearing a semerald-encrusted ring just like his. It was Mazaan, his long lost brother.

Rhaz-ul felt no sadness for his death, having never known him, but Mazaan was an agent of the Kingdom of Argonia, which made Rhaz-ul a traitor to the throne. Wounded and fearing for what would become of him if he were captured Rhaz-ul fled to Cyrodiil where he thought he would be safe. Rhaz-ul took his brother's ring and fled to Cyrodiil.

Rhaz-ul later found out that the caravan he'd been escorting was full of Imperial prisoners of war that Argonia intended to trade back to the Imperials in exchange for more land. Rhaz-ul was arrested when he tried to sell the ring to a Thieve's Guild Fence, who turned out to be an Imperial officer in cognitio, thus ending up in prison.

Not bad, considering I just made all that up in about ten minutes.

 

[Kiju]

*Cracks knuckles* Right then.

America had become a rather bleak, desolate landscape in which any living creature had a hard time finding a way to live and adapt to its now much harsher tundras of nothingness. No plants could be found, even after the fallout had cleared, and what was found were dead, blackened trees with their gnarled branches reaching towards the sky as if cursing the darkened clouds following the destruction of a once beautiful land. Even the natural wonders that were created by the hands of man had become hulking ruins, a bold testament to what was, and what will probably never be again, their shattered corpses creating sprawling mazes of a bleak outlook on the world.

But even in this living nightmare of a country, life still teemed, but in very different forms. Some things had evolved, others had adapted, and still some had even devolved to a more adaptable form, only to change again with the radiation having a very major role in these metamorphosis. One such creature was once one of the most adaptable canid species in the world, coyotes. While most of this seemingly small population had been wiped out, a lucky few had managed to wile themselves into some of the vaults, and avoid the automated security systems that lay within to hide and escape the traumatic events going on outside. Still others were actually taken inside by force or by incapacitating the wily creatures for study and experimentation.

One such experiment had resulted in a highly adaptable, frighteningly cunning form; combining the DNA of a human and a canine that somehow did not result in a Centaur. No...this one had taken the evolution to a whole new level, creating a hybrid rather than a disfigured mess of DNA. A sleek, humanoid figure covered in a resilient coat of fur, a muzzle with razor sharp teeth, a tail for balance on those two digitigrade legs. Intelligence just seemed to radiate from its brilliant yellow eyes, sharp as the eagle for which this country once reviered so greatly.

He was perfect, but he was too perfect, and they overlooked their success as being theirs and not of having a free will that they should have bent or controlled. Their experiment escaped the Vault it had been contained inside, and struck out into this desolate world that this new creature would soon call his home, and adapt to live comfortably in it. A rifle, and the will and knowledge of how to use it never hurt any, either...

(For Fallout 3. I have many more, but we'll leave it at this.)