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[Lenglon]

Well, it could have been worse?

You probably shouldn't have been out there alone at night. You'd heard the rumors, the stories, but would it really happen to you? You know how to take care of yourself. It should have been fine.
It didn't even make sense really, you'd been paying attention to your surroundings, there should have been no way for them to sneak up on you.
But no, somehow, despite all your precautions, the first notice you had of their presence was their arms reaching over your shoulders as something stabbed into your lower back. Your strength quickly, unnaturally, faded away even as adrenaline rushed through your veins, and despite your attempts to break free, to fight back, the world soon blurred and faded away.
It was hard to remember what even happened after that. All you have are momentary fragments, flashes of memory, brief moments while your blood was being drawn, or a delerious sense of being contained, restricted. Something being forced in you, something being taken away.
Your life from before, your self from before, it was... difficult... to even associate yourself with that anymore. It had been so long... or had it? It was so hard to tell. You hadn't lost everything, but... there were gaps... pieces that were lost, fragments had gone missing. Something... something precious... was missing. If only you could remember what it was.
Still, you were alive. Which, on the whole, was... rather suprising. At least you had that. Even if...
The last thing you remembered before waking here was being bound to the cold floor, as if you had the strength to try to move anymore, of people moving and muttering around you, of brief moments of pain around your ankles and wrists, and of the dark, poorly lit ceiling above faintly reflecting flickering orange flame before changing to being lit in a mixture of greens and purples and blues and reds and blacks? how-?, the voices around you grow louder, responding to the changes, some speaking to each other, others chanting in unison, others barking commands, then suddenly it all went dark, the voices disappeared completely, and the bindings upon you fell away, leaving your weakened body feeling empty and free, like you're falling

And now you were here. Wherever here was. You briefly looked at your surroundings, finding youself in... a bed? a rather firm bed, with a pair of thin brown sheets, one over you, one under you. beside the bed was a tiny wooden table. and on the table was a tiny nub of a lit candle, resting in an open brass candlestand and coated in a massive layer of molten wax, which had formed a mountain and dribbled all the way down to the floor. the walls were made of large stone blocks, and so was the floor, the square room as a whole quite tiny and barren, barely over 8ft, probably about 2.5m, to a side. there was a single door, made of wood, with a simple brass handle on this side underneath a brass keyhole, and hanging from a coathook on the center of the door was a single key.

Where are you? Why doesn't your body hurt anymore? What exactly happened to you anyway? Where can you get some food or water?

What are you even going to do now?
Welcome to me attempting to run a game again. After many years of a break I finally have the time and self-confidence to make another attempt.

Gameplay is inspired by my favorite games I got to play in previously: Einsteinian Roulette, Special People, and Omega Legion. Meaning the general gameplay loop of going on missions, exploring worlds, breaking stuff, stealing stuff, coming home again, and gaining power from mission to mission, with the hope of the game being long-running. I'm not convinced that I'm going to be able to do the concept justice the way those other games did, and I intend on making quite a few personalized changes to the formula, but I don't see anyone else making an attempt and I've missed that type of game quite a lot.

Rolls will be based on 2d6 + modifiers in most cases, so an average roll is a 7 before modifiers, and 2 or 12 will be relatively rare. +/- 1 bonuses or penalties will be impactful but not the end-all-be-all of a simple d6 system.

Turns will run after at least half the players have posted, a minimum of 48 hours have passed since the last turn was posted (if all players have posted then I'll skip this timer, assuming I'm up for it), and I have the time and energy to run them. If an inactive player's character is out of the way, they'll be ignored and skipped, but if they're in the middle of the action, I'll make simple arbitrary actions for them with the general goal of getting them safely out of the way as soon as possible, meaning they'll likely go hide in a corner somewhere, but if they get attacked while their player is idle anyway, then they'll get hurt or killed just like anyone else. Going inactive while a gator is gnawing on your chracter will not protect them, and I'm not going to waste my energy poking players individually every turn. I've seen too many games die from one player lacking the energy to post.

Characters will be accepted on a most-developed-designs-get-priority basis, acccepted characters will have their players have a pm conversation with me to determine the "Unknown" parts of the character sheet and give me a feel for how they're interested in their character developing, changing, and growing as gameplay progresses. Do not feel a need for your character to start out strong or experienced, they'll get there. It's more important for them to be a person. My initial goal is about 4-5 players, but with some stretch room if there's interest and interesting designs.

Character sheet:

Spoiler: Name (click to show/hide)

Name: You know what to put here
What you looked like before: Were you tall? short? young? old? Did you wear raggedy clothing? Did you wear fancy dresses? A top hat and bow tie? Were you even human?
What you remember: Who were you before all this? This does not have to, and in fact should not, be fully complete. But you do have fragments. You can piece together most of it. What history of yourself do you recall?
What were your dreams: Did you want to raise a family? Did you want to save the world? Did you want to be the very best, that no one ever was?
Appearance now: Unknown
Skills and Talents: What have you trained in? What are you skilled at?
Flaws and Weaknesses: What are you bad at? What might cause you trouble?
Patron: Unknown
Abilities: Unknown
Health: Good
Inventory: Nothing

Discord Server for discussion, character planning, and OOC: https://discord.gg/eEhb3HC9nR

[Lenglon]

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[Lenglon]

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Spoiler: Taarkara (click to show/hide)

Name: Taarkara
Player: CrystalizedMire
What you looked like before: A young crow
What you remember: Babysitting her little siblings by getting them a shiny object. She remembers that they were just starting to develop their flight feathers although she doesn't how many there were. She also remembers that even though she liked spending time with them, she absolutely hated babysitting them and wanted to pursue her studies of... something
What were your dreams: Become a scholar of... something
Appearance now: A young crow
Skills and Talents: Diplomacy and manipulating others. Great with tool use and agility. Has human-comparable intelligence and is capable of speech.
Flaws and Weaknesses: Has no skill in combat otherwise. Extremely fragile and flighty.
Patron: -REDACTED-
Abilities: None

Spoiler: Hireshite Amerete (click to show/hide)

Name: Hireshite Amerete
Player: MCreeper
What you looked like before: A woman in her mid-thirties with shoulder-length ringlets to either side of her face. She wears a dark brown beret and matching cardigan over a puce dress and a white ruffled petticoat. She has knee-high stockings and high-top-low-heel dark lether boots with brown laces. A thick leather belt secures the outfit and a matching leather purse dangles slightly from the belt upon her right side. She generally wears a calm and gentle expression, with a half smile that doesn't reach her icy blue eyes, occasionally spiced up by a trace of wistfulness or a mocking smirk and wink.
What you remember: Served as a devoted maid at a wealthy household, one willing to ensure an unfortunate accident befell anyone that brought ill upon the household.
What were your dreams: To give rest to those that wouldn't have it, and make it final. It is only good for them, is it not?
Appearance now: A woman in her mid-thirties with shoulder-length ringlets to either side of her face. She wears a dark brown beret and matching cardigan over a puce dress and a white ruffled petticoat. She has knee-high stockings and high-top-low-heel dark lether boots with brown laces. A thick leather belt secures the outfit and a matching leather purse dangles slightly from the belt upon her right side. She generally wears a calm and gentle expression, with a half smile that doesn't reach her icy blue eyes, occasionally spiced up by a trace of wistfulness or a mocking smirk and wink.
Skills and Talents: Cooking, housekeeping, attentively serving her master, moving silently.
Flaws and Weaknesses: Physique is lacking, as well as empathy. Odd philosophies, if conversation ever moves towards that area.
Patron: -REDACTED-
Abilities: -REDACTED-

Spoiler: Celosia (click to show/hide)

Name: Celosia
Player: syvarris
What you looked like before: A small black cat, with a white mark on his forehead, and dark blue eyes.  He wore a simple blue collar with a bell attached to it.  Curiously, capable of speech.
What you remember: Human faces.  A thousand faces, almost all context torn from them.  Each is burned into his memory, he can perfectly recall every hair, every scar, every fold of skin.  Each of them meant something; he used to know their names, why they came to his home, what they were to do there, what he thought of it... but it's all lost now.  The rest is a blur.  Endless bookshelves, a warm fire, fresh ink, warm fish in a bowl.  Snippets of dramatic stories that he's sure he never witnessed himself, about heroes, tragedies, monsters, and entire worlds.  Scents, all human, with a variety of complex meanings.  From irritation to intrigue to responsibility.  And one singular scent that meant absolute safety, which makes his heart hurt; he's sure he remembers the matching face, but it's impossible to guess which one it is.
What were your dreams: Celosia... just wanted to serve his role to keep his home safe.  Not from violence, but from subtler evils.  Corruptive, cruel minds.  His role was to know which faces hid monsters, and ensure they couldn't make lasting nests for themselves.  And to know which faces were vulnerable to becoming such, so they could be protected and healed.  As long as he served his role, he could be happy, and the world around him would be happy.  It was simple.
Appearance now: A small black cat with a pair of matching black tails, a white mark on his forehead, and dark blue eyes.  He wears a simple blue collar with a bell attached to it.  Curiously, capable of speech.
Skills and Talents: Divining and understanding complexities, particularly people's minds.  The subtle tones in their voice, the little quirks of how they move, what they talk about--it all tells a story of who someone really is, what they might want, and how they might be guided to change and grow.  Above all else, these complexities fascinate Celosia.  Also: he's a cat.  He's good at climbing, and despite his bell, sneaking around.  Generally he's good at putting himself wherever he pleases, known only by whoever he intends.
Flaws and Weaknesses: Celosia is aimless, and obedient.  He needs to have a role.  He's also more empathic than is good for him, abhorring suffering of any kind, from anyone.  He has great sympathy for his enemies, and wants to find peaceful solutions which don't hurt anyone.  Also: he's a cat.  He doesn't have thumbs.
Patron: -REDACTED-
Abilities: -REDACTED-

Spoiler: Duh? (click to show/hide)

Name: Duh?
Player: Imp
What you looked like before: I used to wear casual stuff, T-shirt with 'Duh!' across the front and 'Run to the Tank' across the back.  My jeans had knee patches, also embroidered with 'Duh' and 'Hud' (my right knee, the one I think I remember I took an arrow to, once).
What you remember: Duh?  Think I had the coolest sticky rope and a sword... what about that sword?  No Duh? but there was something not quite right about it, yeah.  Buzzed or something.  Cut me?  Wouldn't cut anybody twice?  Some nice lady, something about her... nope, forgot.
What were your dreams:  I wanted to be a stand up comic and a parody song writer!  Duh?  No!  I wanted this fancy metal helmet.  So my parody songs would echo as I sang and any rotten eggs thrown at me wouldn't stick to my hair?  Something like that, and so I could pretend to be a robot, beep beep boop boop stomp kick.  Weird dreams, man!
Appearance now: A young man with a fairly fit build, wearing a T-shirt with "Duh!" across the front and "Run to the Tank" across the back. Wears blue jeans with patched knees, embroided with "Duh" and "Hud" on the right and left respectively.
Skills and Talents: Bad puns, no Duh?  And, umm, tying knots so well it's like the rope ties itself.  Cutting things with a sword, but any one thing only ever once.  Juggling or otherwise making inanimate things dance, at least sometimes.  Weird stuff, yeah.  No Duh? But the weirdest stuff just sometimes just happens.  'Specially while I sing and make jokes and lyrics about it.  Especially really, really bad ones.
Flaws and Weaknesses: So, I can turn competence into overconfidence.  I can make an enemy miss so bad it becomes a boom!headshot crit.  And that thing about hitting someone twice?  Yeah.  Once, man.  Once.  Then I'm squeamish and don't want to mess with them again for a while.  I've got a sense of parody and a punster's nature that's so punishing it could gag a laughing maggot, and no Duh? but I'm a bit easy to confuse or distract, coming up with my own crazy style and sense of priorities, no matter the cost to self or others.
Patron: -REDACTED-
Abilities: None

Spoiler: Timothy Valentine (click to show/hide)

Name: Timothy Valentine
Player: Flying Dice
What you looked like before: Middling height, but well-muscled in the way of any hard-working man. Bronzed from the sun and reflections off the water. My hair and beard were chestnut, with a bit of white creeping in. Doc said it was stress, too young for it otherwise. Don't know what happened to my beard but I'd like it back.
What you remember:  I'm Val. "Moth", to a few. Funny, ain't it, how so many people answer this question as if they were asked "what work did you do?" A man can love his work, but it's not all he is. I remember the scent of the river and the feel of working a line in my hands. The dogwoods and magnolias in bloom. The swarms of mayflies and the sweltering, wet heat of summer. The ice floes thick enough to walk across when we wintered up north. Please don't ask me what my wife's face looked like, or the words my father said when he clasped my hand and bid me off from home years ago. Damn me for not remembering.
What were your dreams: I wanted to be a man who'd never be ashamed of his past. Success to be determined on death, that one.
Appearance now: A young boy in his early teens of modest build. his peach skin and smooth hands as those of someone with a sheltered life, his chestnut hair an untended mop, wearing a pale work shirt and leather suspenders over some well-fitted leather boots.
Skills and Talents: Line work, handling small boats, swimming, a spot of firefighting. Was good with a knife, better with a stout length of wood. Decent at cards, cheating at cards, and frying up a bit to eat so's the other fellas forget how bad they lost. I can read well enough, and like it too. I could hold my liquor and blow half-decent smoke rings.
Flaws and Weaknesses: I mislike a missed opportunity for a little self-enrichment. Been told by folks from schoolteachers to peace officers that I should watch my tongue better. Maybe a mite quick to anger, though she had a way of twisting it around to settle my mood. Damn it. I liked a drink too much, even if I could hold it. Calmed me down, made it easier to laugh and trust, which ain't always good in strange company. I'm absolutely useless with animals, met a total of two cats and one horse that could stand me, been bit by more dogs than I could remember even before whatever happened to me.
Patron: -REDACTED-
Abilities: None

Spoiler: Esselez (click to show/hide)

Name: Esselez
Player: Egan_BW
What you looked like before: There was a girl. I saw her in the mirror. Nobody else had a mirror, but we did. She was tall. Taller than the other girls her age, at least. She wore her mother's dress, a size too large. A rather plain and normal yellow, but comforting. Her face... it's hard to remember. But framed by that abnormal silver hair.
What you remember: My father... a clock-maker. So many tiny brass gears... My mother... god, I don't remember. I-I don't remember anything. B-but, her grandfather was an elf from the forest, he was tired of living in the trees, wanted to live like us. He still looked so young...
What were your dreams: I don't remember. I don't... I don't think I ever knew. I was supposed to marry some noble boy, become "important". But I didn't want that. What instead, to go and slay dragons? No way, I would die. I don't know.
Appearance now: Wispy and pale, tall, dressed in an oversized yellow dress, her green-eyed face framed by her long curtains of silver hair.
Skills and Talents: Weaving, Artisan crafts, 1/8th longevity, 1/8th charm resistance
Flaws and Weaknesses: Alcoholism, Terror of danger, 1/8th frailty, Speaks a different language
Patron: -REDACTED-
Abilities: Semi-Incorporeal, -REDACTED-

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Spoiler: Burzum (click to show/hide)

Name: Burzum
Player: BlackPaladin99
What you looked like before: Was young-ish, with average build, large head, long and dextrous fingers.  Completing the package is, of course, thin, stretched, blotchy-purple skin and six evenly arranged goat horns. 
What you remember: He recalls someone like him, but she had blue skin.  He recalls no one else being like him.  He recalls hitting, kicking, and fighting. 
What were your dreams: He dreamed to raise a family, and become successful and safe. 
Appearance now: Unknown
Skills and Talents: Good at running and dodging, and hitting things with sharp implements.  Also good at observing and analyzing. 
Flaws and Weaknesses: Bad temper, bad at talking to people.  Really bad at talking to people
Patron: Unknown
Abilities: Unknown
Health: Good
Inventory: Nothing

Spoiler: Norman Misera (click to show/hide)

Name: Norman Misera
Player: Megam0nkey
What you looked like before: Tall and messy haired, not the prettiest face. Before the incident he was wearing a local Pizza Chain Uniform, for he was working night shift.
What you remember: He had finally had succsess in his first job. He had also gotten a offer in something more serious in boxing, something he was trying to do. He felt life was looking up for him, and he could move onto what he really wanted to do.
What were your dreams: To make something of his life
Appearance now: Unknown
Skills and Talents: He is a skilled driver, perceptive and knows direction, and is Athletic, with a lot of Boxing practice under his belt.
Flaws and Weaknesses: He sucks at talking to people, much less deceiving or rousing them
Patron: Unknown
Abilities: Unknown
Health: Good
Inventory: Nothing

No longer in play:

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[BlackPaladin99]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Burzum
What you looked like before: Was young-ish, with average build, large head, long and dextrous fingers.  Completing the package is, of course, thin, stretched, blotchy-purple skin and six evenly arranged goat horns. 
What you remember: He recalls someone like him, but she had blue skin.  He recalls no one else being like him.  He recalls hitting, kicking, and fighting. 
What were your dreams: He dreamed to raise a family, and become successful and safe. 
Appearance now: Unknown
Skills and Talents: Good at running and dodging, and hitting things with sharp implements.  Also good at observing and analyzing. 
Flaws and Weaknesses: Bad temper, bad at talking to people.  Really bad at talking to people
Patron: Unknown
Abilities: Unknown
Health: Good
Inventory: Nothing

[MCreeper]

Well, count me interested. Will be making a character shortly. Who is Cerp in discord, by the way?

[Lenglon]

Cerp is a veteran DM that has run multiple multi-year campaigns of ADnD, DnD 2.0, DnD 3.0, and DnD 3.5, several of which I played in, and who agreed to help co-gm for me, and is especially helping me with worldbuilding.

[Crystalizedmire]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Taarkara
What you looked like before: A young crow
What you remember: Babysitting her little siblings by getting them a shiny object. She remembers that they were just starting to develop their flight feathers although she doesn't how many there were. She also remembers that even though she liked spending time with them, she absolutely hated babysitting them and wanted to pursue her studies of... something
What were your dreams: Become a scholar of... something
Appearance now: Unknown
Skills and Talents: Diplomacy and manipulating others. Great with tool use and agility.
Flaws and Weaknesses: Has no skill in combat otherwise. Extremely fragile and flighty.
Patron: Unknown
Abilities: Unknown
Health: Good
Inventory: Nothing

[MCreeper]

Sleep-deprivedly done (?).

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Hireshite Amerete (total gibberish, spawned from the other gibberish that has been stuck in me for quite some time now)
What you looked like before: She was an elegant blonde woman in her thirties with wavy hair and cold gaze.

What you remember: She was a maid at a wealthy household. A wanton murderer, too.

What were your dreams: To give rest to those who wouldn’t have it, and make it final. It is only good for them, is it not?
Appearance now: Unknown
Skills and Talents: Cooking, housekeeping, attentively serving her master, moving silently.
Flaws and Weaknesses: Physique is lacking, as well as empathy. Odd philosophies, if conversation ever moves towards that area.
Patron: Unknown
Abilities: Unknown
Health: Good
Inventory: Nothing

[Imp]

I, like, dmed Lenglon a character sheet.  Depending on whatevers, I'll properly submit it here too, or not.

[Megam0nkey]

Spoiler: Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Norman Misera
What you looked like before: Tall and messy haired, not the prettiest face. Before the incident he was wearing a local Pizza Chain Uniform, for he was working night shift.
What you remember: He had finally had succsess in his first job. He had also gotten a offer in something more serious in boxing, something he was trying to do. He felt life was looking up for him, and he could move onto what he really wanted to do.
What were your dreams: To make something of his life
Appearance now: Unknown
Skills and Talents: He is a skilled driver, perceptive and knows direction, and is Athletic, with a lot of Boxing practice under his belt.
Flaws and Weaknesses: He sucks at talking to people, much less deceiving or rousing them
Patron: Unknown
Abilities: Unknown
Health: Good
Inventory: Nothing

[Egan_BW]

Spoiler: Esselez (click to show/hide)

Name: Esselez
What you looked like before: There was a girl. I saw her in the mirror. Nobody else had a mirror, but we did. She was tall. Taller than the other girls her age, at least. She wore her mother's dress, a size too large. A rather plain and normal yellow, but comforting. Her face... it's hard to remember. But framed by that abnormal silver hair.
What you remember: My father... a clock-maker. So many tiny brass gears... My mother... god, I don't remember. I-I don't remember anything. B-but, her grandfather was an elf from the forest, he was tired of living in the trees, wanted to live like us. He still looked so young...
What were your dreams: I don't remember. I don't... I don't think I ever knew. I was supposed to marry some noble boy, become "important". But I didn't want that. What instead, to go and slay dragons? No way, I would die. I don't know.
Appearance now: Unknown
Skills and Talents: Weaving, Artisan crafts, 1/8th longevity, 1/8th charm resistance
Flaws and Weaknesses: Alcoholism, Terror of danger, 1/8th frailty, Speaks a different language
Patron: Unknown
Abilities: Unknown
Health: Good
Inventory: Nothing

[Flying Dice]

Spoiler: Timothy Valentine (click to show/hide)

Name: Timothy Valentine

What you looked like before: Middling height, but well-muscled in the way of any hard-working man. Bronzed from the sun and reflections off the water. My hair and beard were chestnut, with a bit of white creeping in. Doc said it was stress, too young for it otherwise. Don't know what happened to my beard but I'd like it back.

What you remember: I'm Val. "Moth", to a few. Funny, ain't it, how so many people answer this question as if they were asked "what work did you do?" A man can love his work, but it's not all he is. I remember the scent of the river and the feel of working a line in my hands. The dogwoods and magnolias in bloom. The swarms of mayflies and the sweltering, wet heat of summer. The ice floes thick enough to walk across when we wintered up north. Please don't ask me what my wife's face looked like, or the words my father said when he clasped my hand and bid me off from home years ago. Damn me for not remembering.

What were your dreams: I wanted to be a man who'd never be ashamed of his past. Success to be determined on death, that one.

Appearance now: Unknown

Skills and Talents: Line work, handling small boats, swimming, a spot of firefighting. Good with a knife, better with a stout length of wood. Decent at cards, cheating at cards, and frying up a bit to eat so's the other fellas forget how bad they lost. I can read well enough, and like it too. I can hold my liquor and blow half-decent smoke rings.

Flaws and Weaknesses: I mislike a missed opportunity for a little self-enrichment. Been told by folks from schoolteachers to peace officers that I should watch my tongue better. Maybe a mite quick to anger, though she had a way of twisting it around to settle my mood. Damn it. I like a drink too much, even if I can hold it. Calms me down, makes it easier to laugh and trust, which ain't always good in strange company. I'm absolutely useless with animals, met a total of two cats and one horse that could stand me, been bit by more dogs than I could remember even before whatever happened to me.

Patron: Unknown
Abilities: Unknown
Health: Good
Inventory: Nothing

[syvarris]

Spoiler: kitty (click to show/hide)

Name: Celosia
What you looked like before: A small black cat, with a white mark on his forehead, and dark blue eyes.  He wore a simple blue collar with a bell attached to it.  Curiously, capable of speech.
What you remember: Human faces.  A thousand faces, almost all context torn from them.  Each is burned into his memory, he can perfectly recall every hair, every scar, every fold of skin.  Each of them meant something; he used to know their names, why they came to his home, what they were to do there, what he thought of it... but it's all lost now.  The rest is a blur.  Endless bookshelves, a warm fire, fresh ink, warm fish in a bowl.  Snippets of dramatic stories that he's sure he never witnessed himself, about heroes, tragedies, monsters, and entire worlds.  Scents, all human, with a variety of complex meanings.  From irritation to intrigue to responsibility.  And one singular scent that meant absolute safety, which makes his heart hurt; he's sure he remembers the matching face, but it's impossible to guess which one it is.
What were your dreams: Celosia... just wanted to serve his role to keep his home safe.  Not from violence, but from subtler evils.  Corruptive, cruel minds.  His role was to know which faces hid monsters, and ensure they couldn't make lasting nests for themselves.  And to know which faces were vulnerable to becoming such, so they could be protected and healed.  As long as he served his role, he could be happy, and the world around him would be happy.  It was simple.
Appearance now: Unknown
Skills and Talents: Divining and understanding complexities, particularly people's minds.  The subtle tones in their voice, the little quirks of how they move, what they talk about--it all tells a story of who someone really is, what they might want, and how they might be guided to change and grow.  Above all else, these complexities fascinate Celosia.  Also: he's a cat.  He's good at climbing, and despite his bell, sneaking around.  Generally he's good at putting himself wherever he pleases, known only by whoever he intends.
Flaws and Weaknesses: Celosia is aimless, and obedient.  He needs to have a role.  He's also more empathic than is good for him, abhorring suffering of any kind, from anyone.  He has great sympathy for his enemies, and wants to find peaceful solutions which don't hurt anyone.  Also: he's a cat.  He doesn't have thumbs.
Patron: Unknown
Abilities: Unknown
Health: Good
Inventory: Nothing

[Imp]

Spoiler: kitty (click to show/hide)

Name: Celosia
What you looked like before: A small black cat, with a white mark on his forehead, and dark blue eyes.  He wore a simple blue collar with a bell attached to it.  Curiously, capable of speech.
What you remember: Human faces.  A thousand faces, almost all context torn from them.  Each is burned into his memory, he can perfectly recall every hair, every scar, every fold of skin.  Each of them meant something; he used to know their names, why they came to his home, what they were to do there, what he thought of it... but it's all lost now.  The rest is a blur.  Endless bookshelves, a warm fire, fresh ink, warm fish in a bowl.  Snippets of dramatic stories that he's sure he never witnessed himself, about heroes, tragedies, monsters, and entire worlds.  Scents, all human, with a variety of complex meanings.  From irritation to intrigue to responsibility.  And one singular scent that meant absolute safety, which makes his heart hurt; he's sure he remembers the matching face, but it's impossible to guess which one it is.
What were your dreams: Celosia... just wanted to serve his role to keep his home safe.  Not from violence, but from subtler evils.  Corruptive, cruel minds.  His role was to know which faces hid monsters, and ensure they couldn't make lasting nests for themselves.  And to know which faces were vulnerable to becoming such, so they could be protected and healed.  As long as he served his role, he could be happy, and the world around him would be happy.  It was simple.
Appearance now: Unknown
Skills and Talents: Divining and understanding complexities, particularly people's minds.  The subtle tones in their voice, the little quirks of how they move, what they talk about--it all tells a story of who someone really is, what they might want, and how they might be guided to change and grow.  Above all else, these complexities fascinate Celosia.  Also: he's a cat.  He's good at climbing, and despite his bell, sneaking around.  Generally he's good at putting himself wherever he pleases, known only by whoever he intends.
Flaws and Weaknesses: Celosia is aimless, and obedient.  He needs to have a role.  He's also more empathic than is good for him, abhorring suffering of any kind, from anyone.  He has great sympathy for his enemies, and wants to find peaceful solutions which don't hurt anyone.  Also: he's a cat.  He doesn't have thumbs.
Patron: Unknown
Abilities: Unknown
Health: Good
Inventory: Nothing

buuuuut.  Does he have dewclaws? 

[Lenglon]

Character applications have been mostly selected though not finalized at this time, and details are being fleshed out. If you haven't received any messages from me yet you're probably not selected, however the main limiting factor here is attempting to keep my workload down and I've already chosen to go a little above my initially outlined team size and into the stretch size instead. Once play has begun and I've had a chance to see how much workload I can handle I'll see if I can re-open and take more players (all the games I'm using for inspiration had no player cap for a reason after all, I just am not sure I'm capable of doing that too, even though I'd like to. there were a lot of neat characters here and I had a hard time making decisions) If someone wants to try to apply anyway at this time I'm not stopping you, but don't get your hopes up. I will by default be putting not-selected characters on a waitlist or reserve list, and can message people if / when slots open up. If you'd prefer for me to not do that just let me know and I wont.
actual play will begin once all characters have had their details fleshed out, which will be no sooner than tuesday and could go later.