"All very good qualities to have in such a highly scientific area of work, I would say. I assume due to your lack of surprise when I arrived, you are somewhat familiar with my kind, no?" Verdan pulls up his goggles to reveal bloodred irises with unusually small pupils.
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Disclaimer: I'm not an optimizer. If I say something that's not fine-tuned to perfection, that's on purpose. D&D isn't an online tournament, it's a TTRPG where your imagination and the DM's compliance are the limits. I don't do "metas". If I can have fun with my thematically cool and still viable (both in and out of combat) concept, I'm happy. I'm not going for optimal stats; I'm going for optimal fun.
Verdan simply raises an eyebrow in response. "Well, I won't lecture you about the oddities and nuances of my history, but I am a drow, a subterranean race of elves that live in the Underdark, a vast cave system that stretches probably the entire world. Historically, drow don't have the best track record. The majority of our civilization worship Lolth, a demon of spiders, and generations of hate have led to the common view amongst us that drow are superior to all other species."
"I rejected both of these tenets and forged my own path, but as you can see," he pulls up his lips gently to reveal the dagger-sharp fangs that were so out of place yet seemingly natural, "Things didn't go quite the way I expected."
ADHD Aussie (17M) with too many ideas and not enough time! Always up to chat!
Disclaimer: I'm not an optimizer. If I say something that's not fine-tuned to perfection, that's on purpose. D&D isn't an online tournament, it's a TTRPG where your imagination and the DM's compliance are the limits. I don't do "metas". If I can have fun with my thematically cool and still viable (both in and out of combat) concept, I'm happy. I'm not going for optimal stats; I'm going for optimal fun.
Verdan awkwardly scratches the back of his head. "There is one thing, but I don't know if your employers would be willing to provide it. You see, on my journeys around my world, I made quite a few enemies with powerful friends. One such friend was a vampire who's name is lost even to me now. They sent their minions to eliminate me and very well near succeeded. But as evidenced by me talking to you right now, they didn't."
"Survival came at a cost though. I am now what people call a dhampir, a pseudo-vampire. I carry this curse with me everywhere, and while I have it under control, I do need, uhh, well, blood, to live."
ADHD Aussie (17M) with too many ideas and not enough time! Always up to chat!
Disclaimer: I'm not an optimizer. If I say something that's not fine-tuned to perfection, that's on purpose. D&D isn't an online tournament, it's a TTRPG where your imagination and the DM's compliance are the limits. I don't do "metas". If I can have fun with my thematically cool and still viable (both in and out of combat) concept, I'm happy. I'm not going for optimal stats; I'm going for optimal fun.
"I should've guessed." Verdan sighs and thinks for a moment, subconsciously biting his lip with those sharp fangs, somehow not piercing them. "Well, blood isn't a necessity, it's just the thing I need the least of. I can go for long periods of time without drinking blood, but the longer I go, the weaker I get." He snaps his fingers as he remembered something he forgot to add.
"Also, I don't need to use my fangs, that's a common misconception. Biting a person's neck does make it easier to feed in a pinch, but I generally wander down to the local butcher and get about a litre of pig's blood every two weeks. Sounds disgusting, I know, but I'd much rather live on the blood of an animal that was already destined for death than that of a self-aware and sentient being."
*When you think about vampirism, it starts to get odd, doesn't it?*
ADHD Aussie (17M) with too many ideas and not enough time! Always up to chat!
Disclaimer: I'm not an optimizer. If I say something that's not fine-tuned to perfection, that's on purpose. D&D isn't an online tournament, it's a TTRPG where your imagination and the DM's compliance are the limits. I don't do "metas". If I can have fun with my thematically cool and still viable (both in and out of combat) concept, I'm happy. I'm not going for optimal stats; I'm going for optimal fun.
Two people appear in the portal chamber. They look pretty similar, except one of them is a child. The child looks like they are from some sort of post-apocalyptic future world, whereas the young man is dressed in old-fashioned, simple clothes. It's hard to tell the era as they're pretty ragged, but definitely not modern day
Two people appear in the portal chamber. They look pretty similar, except one of them is a child. The child looks like they are from some sort of post-apocalyptic future world, whereas the young man is dressed in old-fashioned, simple clothes. It's hard to tell the era as they're pretty ragged, but definitely not modern day
*Aw, dang it. Now I have to wait for someone to make a scientist before I can intro my monster.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Oh, hello there. I am OB-1, do you require my assistance?'
*please please please get the reference*
*I think I get it, but I presently lack a character. I'm working on it though. The WIP name is The BBBOW (Big Beautiful Bio-Organic Weapon), and it is basically Resident Evil and Bloodborne put together.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A portal opens Sector 2, this one facing downwards.
Out of the portal floods flesh, bone, water, and vile fluids in a torrent of red, black, and yellow. A creature, slightly larger than an adult male, lies in the center of the mess in fetal position, the rancid meat connected to it by strands of organic material. The heat of the viscera causes it to emit foul vapors into the cold air. Rebreathers can be heard from the other side of the portal.
The creature weakly reaches its humanoid hand toward the portal before it closes. The indiscernible thing, only recognizable from the rest of the mass by its movement, begins to cry, sounding like something between a man, a baby, and something not of this world. It begins to eat the material lying around it.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Monty rushes over, "Oh dear, this is most definitely a biohazard!"
The creature seems to be forming into something more "reasonable" before Monty's eyes. The more biomatter it consumes, the more sane its physical form.
Upon hearing his voice, its crying softens as it turns to "face" Monty. Its mouth opens and closes as though very inaccurately pantomiming speech.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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"All very good qualities to have in such a highly scientific area of work, I would say. I assume due to your lack of surprise when I arrived, you are somewhat familiar with my kind, no?" Verdan pulls up his goggles to reveal bloodred irises with unusually small pupils.
ADHD Aussie (17M) with too many ideas and not enough time! Always up to chat!
Disclaimer: I'm not an optimizer. If I say something that's not fine-tuned to perfection, that's on purpose. D&D isn't an online tournament, it's a TTRPG where your imagination and the DM's compliance are the limits. I don't do "metas". If I can have fun with my thematically cool and still viable (both in and out of combat) concept, I'm happy. I'm not going for optimal stats; I'm going for optimal fun.
"No, I have never encountered one of your kind before."
Verdan simply raises an eyebrow in response. "Well, I won't lecture you about the oddities and nuances of my history, but I am a drow, a subterranean race of elves that live in the Underdark, a vast cave system that stretches probably the entire world. Historically, drow don't have the best track record. The majority of our civilization worship Lolth, a demon of spiders, and generations of hate have led to the common view amongst us that drow are superior to all other species."
"I rejected both of these tenets and forged my own path, but as you can see," he pulls up his lips gently to reveal the dagger-sharp fangs that were so out of place yet seemingly natural, "Things didn't go quite the way I expected."
ADHD Aussie (17M) with too many ideas and not enough time! Always up to chat!
Disclaimer: I'm not an optimizer. If I say something that's not fine-tuned to perfection, that's on purpose. D&D isn't an online tournament, it's a TTRPG where your imagination and the DM's compliance are the limits. I don't do "metas". If I can have fun with my thematically cool and still viable (both in and out of combat) concept, I'm happy. I'm not going for optimal stats; I'm going for optimal fun.
"Information cataloged. thank you, this may be of great use. Is there anything else you need?"
Verdan awkwardly scratches the back of his head. "There is one thing, but I don't know if your employers would be willing to provide it. You see, on my journeys around my world, I made quite a few enemies with powerful friends. One such friend was a vampire who's name is lost even to me now. They sent their minions to eliminate me and very well near succeeded. But as evidenced by me talking to you right now, they didn't."
"Survival came at a cost though. I am now what people call a dhampir, a pseudo-vampire. I carry this curse with me everywhere, and while I have it under control, I do need, uhh, well, blood, to live."
ADHD Aussie (17M) with too many ideas and not enough time! Always up to chat!
Disclaimer: I'm not an optimizer. If I say something that's not fine-tuned to perfection, that's on purpose. D&D isn't an online tournament, it's a TTRPG where your imagination and the DM's compliance are the limits. I don't do "metas". If I can have fun with my thematically cool and still viable (both in and out of combat) concept, I'm happy. I'm not going for optimal stats; I'm going for optimal fun.
"The only blood we have here are scientific samples."
"I should've guessed." Verdan sighs and thinks for a moment, subconsciously biting his lip with those sharp fangs, somehow not piercing them. "Well, blood isn't a necessity, it's just the thing I need the least of. I can go for long periods of time without drinking blood, but the longer I go, the weaker I get." He snaps his fingers as he remembered something he forgot to add.
"Also, I don't need to use my fangs, that's a common misconception. Biting a person's neck does make it easier to feed in a pinch, but I generally wander down to the local butcher and get about a litre of pig's blood every two weeks. Sounds disgusting, I know, but I'd much rather live on the blood of an animal that was already destined for death than that of a self-aware and sentient being."
*When you think about vampirism, it starts to get odd, doesn't it?*
ADHD Aussie (17M) with too many ideas and not enough time! Always up to chat!
Disclaimer: I'm not an optimizer. If I say something that's not fine-tuned to perfection, that's on purpose. D&D isn't an online tournament, it's a TTRPG where your imagination and the DM's compliance are the limits. I don't do "metas". If I can have fun with my thematically cool and still viable (both in and out of combat) concept, I'm happy. I'm not going for optimal stats; I'm going for optimal fun.
Two people appear in the portal chamber. They look pretty similar, except one of them is a child. The child looks like they are from some sort of post-apocalyptic future world, whereas the young man is dressed in old-fashioned, simple clothes. It's hard to tell the era as they're pretty ragged, but definitely not modern day
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*Aw, dang it. Now I have to wait for someone to make a scientist before I can intro my monster.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*If I introed a scientist right now, would that work?*
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*Do it or I will steal your liver from all the way in America.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
An android scientist is analysing some data.
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*-Slowly puts away surgical tools-*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Oh, hello there. I am OB-1, do you require my assistance?'
*please please please get the reference*
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*I think I get it, but I presently lack a character. I'm working on it though. The WIP name is The BBBOW (Big Beautiful Bio-Organic Weapon), and it is basically Resident Evil and Bloodborne put together.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Awesome!*
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*Character Intro (spoilered for gore):*
A portal opens Sector 2, this one facing downwards.
Out of the portal floods flesh, bone, water, and vile fluids in a torrent of red, black, and yellow. A creature, slightly larger than an adult male, lies in the center of the mess in fetal position, the rancid meat connected to it by strands of organic material. The heat of the viscera causes it to emit foul vapors into the cold air. Rebreathers can be heard from the other side of the portal.
The creature weakly reaches its humanoid hand toward the portal before it closes. The indiscernible thing, only recognizable from the rest of the mass by its movement, begins to cry, sounding like something between a man, a baby, and something not of this world. It begins to eat the material lying around it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Monty rushes over, "Oh dear, this is most definitely a biohazard!"
'Ew! But kinda cool' the kid says, peering at the biohazard.
'Ya know, I completely agree. Ya a messed up kid, that's for sure though, if ya think that's cool. Can't say I blame ya though'
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The creature seems to be forming into something more "reasonable" before Monty's eyes. The more biomatter it consumes, the more sane its physical form.
Upon hearing his voice, its crying softens as it turns to "face" Monty. Its mouth opens and closes as though very inaccurately pantomiming speech.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.