Yep, it’s that time of year again. Even with the Final Saga unfinished, I’m going ahead with the christmas fanfic, forever trapped in competition with the vastly superior writings of Wilfredo. So, let’s go…
Name (Your name)
Age (Your age)
Gender (Your sex)
Height (Your Height)
Class (Your character class)
Alignment (Your D&D alignment)
Bio (a quick bio)
*insert your own useless trivia question)
A chrismas special? In October?.. Oh well i’m in.
Name: Cait Sith
Age: ancient. but looks 17.
Gender: male
Height:6ft
Class: battlemage
Alignment: neutral good
Bio: Cait Sith is from a family of shapeshifters. each of his relatives can transform into one of the 12 sacred animal. Cait was suppose to be able transform into a tiger but for some unknown reason Cait was born stuck between both forms. Cait today is thought of today by his family as the blacksheep. He live with Mog and his sister Finris Cu Sith in an apartment at RPGC. Cait trains everyday in martial arts and magic in hope that one day he will be able to change completly human. Despite his cruel family Cait manages to keep an upbeat and rediculously optimistic attitude.
Superior? Maybe if we were trying to write the SAME kind of story, Gallo, but in general your stories tend to be farces while mine tend to be straigth adventures. Hey, I’m a superhero fan, I can’t help it. But at least I try to pepper them with SOME humor. Your stories are a lot of fun, and sometimes have some truly original ideas, that’s why I like them so much. 
As you can tell, I’m very much in. So: ONWARD, GALLOWAYVERSE WIL!!
Name: Men call him… Wilfredo. Women call him something else. 
Age: Forever doomed to be older than the rest. Not that he cares.
Gender: Male
Height: Height? Why, are we going to the amusement park?? Anyway, about 5’11".
Class: Sage, aka as Knowitall. 
Alignment (Your D&D alignment): Neutral Good, despite everything. 
Bio: Puerto Rican, interdimensional traveler, Nel’s Uncle, bon vivant, yada yadda.
Useless trivia question: Why are superhero comics so UNheroic these days? ~_^
Why not… guess I have to jump on every bandwagon. I have no shame.
Name: PC Glenton
Age: 24…ish
Gender: Male
Height: Just under 6 foot
Class: Thief/Gunner/… or something like that.
Alignment: True Neutral, leaning toward Chaotic Neutral
You probably know most of this, but just a thief that has been helping/stealing from/fighting against RPGC for a long time. During that time, has formed a hatred of Valkyrie Esker (if such a fact even matters anymore) for reasons no one really knows. Lives only for himself, beliving self-preservation is top amongst all priorities, helped with a good serving of riches and valuables. Believes things like honor, chivilary, and ethics only a scam, and not worth his time. Not that he is evil, mind you… as I said, just a survivalist.
As for his past, doesn’t care to talk about it. Asking him about it is likely to get you shot or hurt.
As for the rest, I will leave that in your Saga history, d.
Edit: Oh yes, completely incapable and vulnerable to magic. Except when it helps him, then it does absolutely nothing. Not sure why that is.
And the trivia question: When I will ever got back to my origion story?
Name: Videospirit
Age: Counting since he was last born 410, Counting past lives, 567, counting gaps between past lives Way too fucking big to count
Gender: Malish
Height I dunno 5’6"
Class: um, Psion/Wizard/Fighter/Sorcerer/Shugenja/Spellsword + Weird Spirit form Template. Basicly The Uber Mage with many different types of magical powers all from different sources and the lifespan to master them.
Alignment: CN with G tendencies
“Quick” Bio: As far as I know, my existence began when a Videorene was born. After I while he had his soul altered in a silly experiment preventing him from ever ascending to an afterlife in hopes of being reincarnated as a videorene after death, he gets involved in a big war with the Noir Empire and after finally repelling them from planet Videas dies at the hands of a being who’s soul was artificially created to surpass me.
My soul is taken by one of two Rival Overdiety like beings whose idea of fun is toying with Civilizations to see which “Champion comes out on top.” Is totally revived as a screan, gets involved in a big war, refuses to kill the other “Champion.” as she is a childhood friend and she totally wreaks havoc on the solar system trying to get him to hate her.
Eventually she kills a super powered Seer who’s another overdiety like being and unknowingly gets stuck replacing her, acquiring immortality but being trapped in the omni-seers realm with no idea how to escape. My Screan body dies of old age. The One Overdiety claims this as his Champion’s victory but both now hate me and her.
I am once again reincarnated, since I can never ascend to a higher or lower plane no matter how much I want to, this time as a Human. I live a relatively normal life until I’m about 16 when the Omni-seer, now finally able to somewhat control her powers detects my soul and totally comes to see me, killing a lot of stupid yet innocent people along the way but totally flips out when she realizes I’m not the Screan she knew.
She increases the strength of my spirit to a point where it’s exactly equal to my Body in an attempt to fuse me with it and re awaken my past life, totally destroying half the population of an energy based life form to fuel the process. She then goes off somewhere to wait for it happen.
Meanwhile I’ve gotten myself into a nuts-load of trouble with Various Secret Organizations because I happened to help out a test subject of a drug designed to give people super powers. Long story short I go slightly insane as I battle my shattered view of reality, try and survive and hide from the organizations after me, sift through my reawakening past life memories, and the strange transformation of my body and soul brought about by the fusion of the two.
During this time the Omni-seer decides I’m resisting the transformation too much when she discovers the being who now has the artificial soul designed to defeat me, the method used to create it causing it to constantly follow me in whatever form I take. She decides to grant it’s wish to gain powers greater than those the transformation is giving me. However, since his soul is artificial it cannot handle the same enhancement she’d given to me, and so she alters it to feed off the spiritual energy of others to empower itself, Creating Bloodspirit and destroying what was left of the energy based lifeforms.
Eventually I gang up with a bunch of other super powered individuals and lay the smack down on the organizations, the Leader of Demenstra-Tek unfortunately escaping in an experimental Portal Generator.
By this point I’m pretty much bat-sheet crazy and unable to control my quickly developing magical powers, so a Powerful Magician who’d sensed me by the Magical Shock-waves I’d been giving off by the name of Zhou Yu, who’d helped us defeat Demenstra-Tek comes up with a way to help me.
Zhou Yu comes from an alternate Reality known as Aetheria. In order for a non Aetherian to enter, a Powerful Magician, Like Zhou Yu, must transfer their consciousness into a sort of doll human body formed by their own mind. This would allow me to come to grips with the memories of my past lives, and all their personality traits, and let my real body finish transforming in the pseudo space it rested in while I was in Aetheria without any risk of me blowing up the universe with a stray spell.
So I said farewell to the planet and lived in Aetheria for about 70 years, learning swordsmanship, and a lot about the History of Other worlds, staying in close contact with Zhou Yu. I even helped Zhou Yu out a few times, as being the Master Magician of a World tended to have a lot of responsibilities.
Eventually the doll form began to grow Old, and Zhou Yu’s seemingly never aging form payed me a visit. It was high time I got I disagree out of Aetheria, and started living the life I’d abandoned. After a bit of convincing I decided he had a point and left Aetheria to travel the multiverse perfecting my magic, continuing my quest for knowledge, and just plain having fun.
After about 100 years of this I stumbled upon a strange white winged entity battling a dark winged one, I found this extremely odd, considering I knew the planet I was on was inhabited by humans only, but I decided to be stupid and get involved. The Dark winged Being Immediately decided I was an eyesore who might try and interfere with his fight and sent a huge blast of negative energy at me. I was preparing to create a barrier to stop it when the White winged being foolishly jumped in front of the blast in an attempt to save me.
Now, If I hadn’t been so good at getting myself into trouble, I might of fled here, but seeing something that reminded me of angels of legend leap in front of me to save me getting horribly wounded and just leaving it there to die wasn’t my style, and I immediately unleashed a Massive Arcane Onslaught of such power it left my foe speechless, and me irritated at his tendency to not die when I blasted him.
I saw a slight glint of fear in his eye and figured he’d try and flee, but I hadn’t had a good fight in a while and I honestly wanted to pummel him so I put up a ward to prevent his escape, and then he exploded.
I had no idea what had happened at first, just that One minute I’d been totally dominating him from my human form, and the next my body had fallen to the ground helpless being eaten away by some energy I’d never seen before. By this point the white winged being had gotten back to it’s feet and immediately rushed over and attempted several different healing spells which had no effect. After Finally Passing out I was completely unaware of the energy that Was put into me, and the next thing I was aware of was waking up in an extremely bright place with no idea who I was, or what I was capable with, An odd sense of loyalty to the being standing before me, and a pair of white Wings.
This was a Divine Realm, inhabited by a group of divinities who were one of the first entities in the multiverse and had managed to ascend to a higher state of being.
Needless to say, someone who’d been artificially Imbued like me was treated like dirt, but the enchantments, seals, and conditioning they’d put me through prevented me from taking offense to it. Of course if they hadn’t hated me, I might of stayed as their little servant forever.
You see, The factions of this realm had been divided into two sides. Those who upheld the law’s and morals who stood for the idea Of Governing the lesser beings along the right path, they possessed the white wings by the way, and those who believed they should enslave all those weaker than them, force them to bow down and worship them, and use them to accumulate wealth and power.
I however, was despised by both sides, and so one of the generals of the white winged Celestials decided I could be used as a soldier, and sent me on what he thought was a suicide mission to acquire an artifact from one of the enemy strongholds.
If the beings who’d put the seals on me had really had an idea of what the hell they were doing instead of just following some textbook procedure It probably would of been a suicide mission, but luckily when I was pushed to my limit in a battle against the enemies Guards, The Seal Weakened and some of my True Arcane Power came to my aid.
I was still not able to defeat the enemy, but I was able to escape with the artifact. I had no idea I’d had my abilities sealed, so I honestly couldn’t explain how I’d done it, just that I had.
This probably annoyed the General more than the fact I’d come back alive and he immediately sent me out on another mission, where the seal finally broke for good and I figured out what was going on.
I immediately removed the enchantments that had been placed upon me to force me to be loyal to them and fled to the world below to think of what to do next. There I met with a Powerful Wizard whose colleagues had begun a rebellion against the false Gods in the heavens and decided to join up with them, keeping the rather cumbersome wings hidden.
I was rather irritated at my inability to enter my spirit form, but decided it was all the more reason to put a stop to the divinities. To put an already long story a little shorter, We totally set up a two way dimensional seal locking these Gods in their realm, and out of the Humans. During the set up of this the Celestial General who’d tried to get me killed removed the divine energy from me and attempted to kill me himself during the process, but was shocked when I suddenly entered my spirit form and proceeded to kick his divine ass. This Entire Event is the main cause of my complete Hatred Of the Idea of Gods, and Why I do not fear them at all.
All of that happened long Before I met with Any of the beings I would later form a Large Group of Friends with, Zhou Yu Sadly eventually turning into the dark wizard Sairan and severing all contact with me.
It was probably about 15 years after the divine incident that I found myself floating around board with a book of magic belonging to Zhou Yu, and I ran into a frightened Dragon Girl Running from her corrupt father.
Now he can be found hanging around RPGC, the orakian hideout, or his academy on Planet Videa
Personality and Flaws: Generally a very silly individual who takes nothing seriously, who can walk into a hockey arena full of demon’s fighting to the death with a straight face, put a tooney into a pop machine and walk out with a root beer without so much as slowing down to look at the fight or consider the potential threat. He rarely tries to provoke a fight, but is not afraid of anything either. Well, he is afraid of one thing. Due to prolongued exposure to a Cartoon Plane he has developed an extreme paranoia off all chibi and/or overly cute things which generally provokes fleeing and or random destructive spells directed at the cute thing. He also has no tolerance for alcohol, although he isn’t exactly an alcoholic when he’s sober, he likes to drink to celebrate, and when he drinks he get’s drunk almost immediatly, and when he’s drunk he likes to keep drinking, becomes too lazy to move of his own will often resorting to his drunken magical powers which create many mishaps due to his lack of proper concentration, He also hits on women like no tommorrow and tells tall tales abouthis many adventures, horribly exaggerated to the point of being totally unbelieavable even for someone with his extremely developed magical powers. Because of this his closest Comrade Starcane is extremely adamant about keeping video away from all alcoholic beverages and locks him up until he sobers when drunk. Video also has a deep hatred for all beings who would dare call themselves gods of another people and needs very little excuse to take up arms against them.
Useless Trivia Question: Who made the first Condom?
Name: GG Crono
Age: Looks like he’s in his late teens.
Gender: Male
Height: 6’0"
Class: Swordsman
Alignment: Neuteral Good, borderlining Chaotic.
Bio: The story of the man known as GG Crono is a cliched one…he woke up one day with no memory of his past and a sword in his hand. He looked into a mirror and stared into the face of a recolor.
Cursing the fates for giving him such a background, he has sworn to go against the flow of the story he was being set up for. He might be the last survivor of an ancient race, or a demonic entity fated to destroy the world, or some idiot who hit his head on a big rock. He doesn’t know or care. He crashed at the great castle of RPGC one day and pretty much just hangs out.
Useless Trivia Question: Why do you drive in a parkway and park in a driveway?
Videospirit, in what fucked-up universe is THAT considered a quick bio? Jesus.
What the hell, I’ll come out of hiding for this. Always gotta love reading about yourself, right?
Name: Valkyrie Esker (friends call her Val)
Age: looks about early twenties, though a lot older.
Gender: well, those sure aren’t tumors she’s got there on her chest!
Height: about 5 foot 8. Never can remember.
Class: Paladin, technically.
Alignment: most would say Chaotic good, but more accurately Lawful good (too much respect for the natural order 'n shit.)
Quick bio: hard to summarize a millenium of life, but in a nutshell: was a valkyrie, stopped being one, is technically mortal now, stays her current physical form til the day she dies, wants to experience life to the fullest. Lives with existential angst about living to be older than dirt, but bears it as best she can. Has had so many lovers and husbands it’s impossible to keep track of them all. Easy to remember all her wives, though. Takes special interest in making Galloway’s life miserable when she can - and she’s quite good at it.
Trivia question: List every State capital in alphabetical order. Go!
Name: (name undisclosed) Manus Dei, AKA MD, and a few other names in remote areas.
Age: Appears to be 20, to those who have seen him out of his armor.
Height: A bit over 1.80 m.
Class: Paladin/Sage/Amateur martial artist (could it count as Monk?)/Tech Expert/Extropian Special Forces Commando.
Alignment: Lawful Good, but fiercely independent and sometimes impulsive.
Bio: After making his way to a distant world, gaining the ability to travel between Dreamspace and the normal planes of existence, becoming one of the two highest-ranking Guardians in the Order of the Hand and finding the distant world of Extropia, in whose moon he built an impressive battlecruiser for his personal use, this odd wanderer appeared in many places, usually in time to fight some previously unnoticed threat. After a particularly difficult mission in which an angelic traveling companion was apparently destroyed, he vanished for an extended period of time. Several months later, a General was appointed to the newly-formed Extropian Special Forces division. There were several rumors about it, since his face was unfamiliar to most.
A few more months after that, the Guardian reappeared, with the knowledge that the angelic entity had been a part of himself all along, a reflection of his kinder side that had manifested itself to keep him from losing it by shutting himself in. With that issue handled, he made his way back to a familiar place, in search of an old friend, Weiila.
Useless trivia question: (following up on VS’s) Who used it?
In spite of my general absence from this site lately, I would be happy to take part in this saga. You need not give me a major role, though, since I shall only be coming by now and then to read it (actually, if the work load under which I am finding myself remains, I may not get around to a serious reading until December. Oh, well…)
Name: Sir Percival Rhyndon (or Sir Percival the Gallant)
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Class: Paladin
Alignment: Lawful Good
Age: 25 (technically older, but the power of the Holy Grail keeps him this age)
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 188 lbs.
Biography: A former Knight of the Round Table and Grail Knight, who was granted an extended life of sorts by the Holy Grail in order to battle against the forces of evil in other worlds and times. Basically, he is a living Arthurian legend: a master swordsman, jouster, and horseman, a seasoned dragonslayer, an excellent leader, and a paladin of great power. He is a very popular member of RPGC because of his awesome charisma, gorgeous physical appearance, and exemplary chivalrous behaviour, as well as his general openness and acceptance of others who are not evil or criminal. He has been largely absent from RPGC lately, and all manner of rumours have arisen about him since. No one knows quite where he has been and what he has been doing.
If you need any more details, you should be able to find them in the profile which I provided for the Final Saga.
Useless Trivia Question: Who sat last upon the Mound of Arbeth?
Name: demi for short
Age: BOOZE!!
Gender: male
Height: 5’ 12"
Class: red mage
Alignment: umm, lawful good?
Bio: demigod once was a very powerful deity in another universe, but for one reason or another was banished from that plane of existence and found himself at RPGC, where he was just a small fry. demigod had been using a monstrous body (claws, wings, blue fur, other crap), but has since realized that he can appear as a normal human (brown hair, blue eyes, light build) and uses that most of the time because it makes him look less of an idiot.
Trivia question: Sean has 5 cousins on his mother’s side of the family, and 17 on his father’s side, for a total of 20. Explain.
Name: Lex/The Rat/Meishu
Age: Undeterminable. Uses a 22 year old avatar.
Gender: Male
Height: 5’,7"
Class: zodiac god, swordsman
Alignment: Chaotic good
Personality: Crafty. Good debater. Somewhat selfish. He feels that other people’s problems aren’t his problems. He’s only in it for himself unless someone can convince him that helping will somehow benefit him.
Bio: Up until a month ago Lex was living a normal life until some crazy chick told him he was the current incarnation of the Rat god ( of the Chinese zodiac). Apparently a milennia ago the rebel gods (the animals who aren’t in the zodiac) tried to take over Heaven and oust the current Zodiac gods. This situation didn’t particularly concern the Rat but he was convinced by the other gods to help them. He infiltrated the rebels and gained the trust of the Cat god.
During the attack on Heaven he switched sides and signalled the Zodiac gods of the attack. The Zodiac gods won and the Rat decided to leave Heaven and live a life without the pointless squabbles that seemed to define their life. He died and was reincarnated in Lex, but chose not to manifest himself.
Now, what remain of the rebels have gathered strength again. This time their target is the Rat himself. The Zodiac gods are also looking for the Rat, hoping to protect him, and themselves. The Rat will occasionally take over Lex’s body but the catalyst for this change hasn’t been discovered yet. In this state Lex gains mastery over the sword, the strength of a god, immortality and the powers of the Rat god. He has some influence over how the universe runs. Enough to nudge certain events into place. He can’t fully control his powers and they’re easily affected by strong emotions. For example, he once accidentally made it stop raining during a storm and managed to turn the storm on and off like a light.
Useless trivia question: Who tried to kill Skeleton Jack?
[QUOTE=d Galloway]Yep, it’s that time of year again. Even with the Final Saga unfinished, I’m going ahead with the christmas fanfic, forever trapped in competition with the vastly superior writings of Wilfredo. So, let’s go…
Name Mabatsekker
Age 19 (Although 20 on 22nd Dec)
Gender (Male)
Height (170 cm)
Class (Blue Mage6/Superhero2)
Alignment (Neutral Good)
Bio: Mabatsekker is a Finnish superhero with just one teeny tiny problem: No ‘villains’ at all in Finland. After making trips to paragon (… overcrowded in here…) and several New York-like cities, (WHERE DO YOU GET THESE LOONS WHO WEAR UNDERWEAR OVER THEIR PANTS?) he ended up in the RPGC task force. After several heroic episodes with said group, he was drafted in the Finnish military where he served as a cook with a secret identity. After foiling the plans of the coleslaw faction, he returned to the RPGC task force only to notice that the gods of his own epic had been active. *** (Means, whatever happened after I joined.)
Mabatsekker often prefers a straight assault where he can take advantage of his Blue Magic learning powers. Also, seems to either have hit his head real hard, but he seems to talk to a “Kat-Chi” often, and several times creates images of a blue-haired catgirl. What could this mean?
Trivia: What is the purpose of meaning?
Name: Heaven’s Soldier
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 5’ 9"
Class: Samurai/Guardian
Alignment: Neutral Good
Bio: Is currently second in command of the RPGC Task Force, trying (with a lot of difficulty) to keep it current members under control. Is always seen with his two katanas, which he expectly uses to defend those who can’t defend themselves. When in a serious fight, can sprout angel wings from his back and take a battle into the air.
Trivia Question: How much wood could a wood chuck chuck, if a wood chuck could chuck wood?
The Holy Liberator prestige thingy is just like a Paladin, except Chaotic Good (Then again, they’re against ‘oppressive regimes’, and good ole Valkyrie taking the dead to Ragnarok… I dunno, was it against their will, or just “Yay, I’m one of Odin’s chosen!”)
The way most of the nornsmen saw it went something like, “Yay, I get to go off and fight glorious battles, eat my fill of meat, and drink my weight in mead for the rest of time until it’s time to go kick some Vanir ass! Huzzah!” It was their very definition of “eat, drink, and be merry”. And considering how they all would do their best to die in combat rather than die of old age to go to Valhalla…
It wouldn’t be a Gallofic without the Weiila, now would it I think you’ve got my character [STRIKE]in your paws[/STRIKE] under control, though.
Name: Arac, short for Arachaniel, but he never tells anyone that.
Age: A lot.
Gender: Male.
Height: 190 centimeters standard, 213 centimeters in armour
Class: Barbarian with some bard in it, and traces of fighter and rogue.
Alignment: Chaotic, on the borderline of Neutral and Good.
Bio: Arac’s father was a legendary Spidergod, who was famed for his shifting between pantheons of influence. As a result, Arac grew up around the Norse Gods, Anansi, the Voodoo loa and Elder Gods (Cthulhu Mythos), knowing Elegba, Loki, and Anansi as ‘uncle,’ and having spent year under Deep One tutelage in the magic arts (which he now never uses). As a result, little or no amount of power will impress Arac.
As the son of a God, Arac is technically immortal, although if his mortal body is destroyed, it takens him time to reincarnate, and he can choose a new body with certain abilities as he sees fit.
In his last body, Arac had the power of limitless shapeshifting, but he quickly found those abilities and harmlessness to be a bore, and arranged a bizarre circumstance to cause his death.
His most recent reincarnation is closest to his original form, and holds immense phyiscal abilities naturally, including skin impenetrable to natural blades or bullets. He wields his large, enchanted axe and a dual-chambered pistol given to him by his father after a trip into a world of disposable assassins.
He dresses now in his traditional garb, and an image of him can be seen here, or, unless I change it again, my Avatar.
Useless Trivia: How much can Shane McGowan drink in one day?
Name: Darkness Beckons. Yes, I know I have a different nick now. What’s your point!
Age: Looks 17.
Gender: Male
Height: 6’2"
Class: Shadow Dancer, I think. I’m not 100% sure, but I think it’s that.
Alignment: Neutral something.
Bio: After meeting with RPGC people last time, and being pretty useless (apart from killing those two evil brothers), he’s being developing his powers as best he can. He is now considerably more proficient in shadow magic then he was last time, and has discovered an ability to use shadows to travel much faster, and safer (Grimskull-esqe), as well as imporving his swordmanship slightly. Still dark and mysterious though.
He likes Magus is all he tells people who ask why.
Has a desire to protect cute things though.
Oh, and destroy most of earth’s governments for trying to capture and use him for “tests”.
Useless Trivia Question: Why do I like potatoes?
I know I was a human last year, but I think I’ll use my generic RP character if that’s all right.
Name: Xero
Age 2100
Gender: male
Height: 8’0"
Class: Dragon, Black Mage
Alignment: Lawful Good
An active three year member of RPGC, Xero is the Bahamut (king) of all dragons. He has only come to power in the last 500 years after his kingdom was invaded and his parents were killed. He vows to protect his domain from any such harm again. To aid his efforts, he has built great libraries to research magic and is always searching for knowledge to preserve his race from future disasters. Xero is extremely protective of his kind and his comrades, but remains good humored at all times, even in the midsts of battle.
Useless Trivia Questions: Where do dragons get all those jewels in their caves?
Name: Kirokokori
Age: 12 ( Or, I will be by the time you write this)
Gender: Girl
Height: 5’ 3
Class: Cat Girl Bazooka Weilder…thing and mage
Alignment: Chaotic/Neutral Good (Depends)
Bio: A hyper catgirl that uses a bazooka, and some white and black magic. Has been a member of RPGC for almost 2 years. Member (As long as this comes after Final Saga) of the Task Force.
EDIT: Random Question: What goes on in the mind of a cat?
