Probability of Death

Death is certain. Living is painful. And yet you will continue on, undying yet in a state where you wish you were. Walk under the sun my friends, the truly cursed walk under the moon, and you won't want to meet them.



The story of this world is bland. Light and darkness in the easiest manner to put it. But slowly, it will begin to mold itself to the players themselves. So let's get into it, shall we?


Classes

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Cursed Item Creation

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Stats:

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Character Sheets:

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Very well. That should be all that's needed. Saving myself a single place below this, the rest are for the players! (I will make my own sheet after all players to ensure they get a chance to make a claim on certain item archetypes.)

Just gonna grab this here.

Name: Revelry
Class: Devil's Very Own

Stats:

Items: A Full Body Black Tribal Tattoo depicting a Skeletal Dragon, Tendrils of Thorny Vines, and a Kraken (3 in 1)

Cursed Abilities:

Description: An 18 year old girl with long red hair, fair skin, with a lean, lithe body covered in black tribal tattoos.

History:  Thought she was just going through a wardrobe to Narnia. Has no idea how she got here or what she's supposed to be doing. Likes cute animals, music, and cake. Dislikes seafood, getting lost, and rape.

Name: Jack "Tad"der Smith
Class: Smith of Lords
Stats:

Strength: 70
Endurance: 50
Dexterity: 10
Intelligence: 40 (+40)
Wisdom: 40 (+40)
Luck: 40
Curse: 90

Cursed Item(s): Puritaas (Holy Katana, white blade, blue handle and hilt)

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Description: Tall blonde human with brilliantly bright green eyes and knee length hair that is pulled back into a single braid.

History: A legendary blacksmith well renowned for his skill in his trade.

Name: Fune
Class:
Stats:

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Cursed Item(s): Cobalt Halbinata (Deep in color, extremely sharp, Used for disarming, impaling, and serious beheading), Eye of Ragnarok (Right Eye, causes pain in all who can see it, bleeds when someone else feels pain from it), Ragged Blue Wrapping Cloak (Protects against wind, does not impede movement, hides weapons and hands)
Cursed Abilities: Gained from classes as well as items(should the dice allow it.
Description: A young man draped in blue. Has black scars and tendrils webbing through his skin. 6' tall, 167 Lbs, Brownish black hair, Right eye is red, left eye is brown.
History: A damned and doomed swordsman from another realm. Cannot seem to escape the nightmare he finds himself within, and instead, seeks only to stare at it from within the gates of his own pain.

Name: Xu
Alias: "Lirio Provoneschki"
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Cursed Item(s):
- Sicarius (A deck of 200 thin paper talismans with the same inscription of indescribable calligraphy on each paper.)
- Carnufico (Two chakrams that glow with unknown symbols upon it.)


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Description: A young, pale boy of a man who looks quite lanky. Although he is aged at 23, his body resembles the figure of a 16 year old. His hair shimmers with a dirty moon coloured flair, while his eyes bear no pupils.

History: In the world lays a dark gray village which seems empty at first. But legends and folklore say that in the darkness, the villages lights stay open, their citizens once again roaming the streets. Yet there is a bit of an oddity with the people of the gray village. Cheerful greetings are only filled with dark moans. The sound of children running to and fro have been replaced by metalic creaks and the shuffling of feat. Some say they could hear voice of a young man whisper throughout the village. Calming and consoling its lost citizens. The whispers come from the temple atop of the mountain where the small settlement laid nearby. Inside the bowels of the large tower is a frail young man, locked deep within the floors of the temple. His whispers reach out to the village below. Though not to be mistaken for comfort. Rather, instead it flows with warning. A warning to all who wish to free the boy of the seals that bounded him.

Such is the curse.

Name: The Pain Dragon Aod Sleevin Goreinflovin (Serena)
Class:
Stats:

Strength: 10
Endurance: 30
Dexterity: 30
Intelligence: 60
Wisdom: 50
Luck: 20
Curse: 100

Cursed Item(s): Magical horn... Stick: A staff  with a dragon's magical horn on the end, the horn itself doesn't do anything for magic, but it's useful if some poking needs to be done.
Dragon skin tome: A book bound with the skin of a dragon, it's full of a wide verity of spells, mostly dark and demon magic, since only dragons can use dragon magic.
Dragon skin robe: a stylish robe made of dragon skin and scales, used mostly for protection.

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Description: A 17 year old girl, long black hair, black lipstick, pale completion, eyes are red with slit irises.

History:
The following has been translated to English from its original Dragoneese by the monkataur* priest, Father Pony Shalhoub.

In the time before light, we the great dragons ruled the world with magic and fire. And when we say "before light," we mean it. The fire we dragons breathed was dark fire. The Sun wasn't there. It was a time before the stars. Before the Milky Way. The Milky Way dark candy bar was around, however, and was, as it is today, sinfully delicious.
  In that darkness, we giant winged reptiles were unrivaled masters of our domain. The skin of every beast alive and even those recently deceased would shiver at the thought of thinking of a dragon. The wrath of our talons and the torture from our flamed mouths were the core of countless legends. The name of the soaring, majestic, glorious dragon could quite literally move a medium-sized mountain or a largish hill.

  Then the light came. The Sun. The flashlights. The bicycle reflectors. The whole kit and kaboodle of brightness. Lo, it was much, much brighter than before. The ancient great dragons were still quite scary in the hard light of day, but we were not accustomed to the light. We had severe allergic reactions. It was like inverse photosynthesis. Many a resplendent creature became depressed and overate, causing a host of health issues, including adult-onset diabetes and restless scale syndrome (RSS). Our numbers dwindled.
 We dragons who survived have been forced into tiny volcanoes and deep caves of isolation, hidden from the world we once ruled. From this exile we've watched as a new hotness (though not as splendid or literally hot as us) The Killersapien, Kickallass Ninjanous Shadowous, a.k.a. Ninjas.
  No faction, species or club has come as close as the ninja to mastering the night and the darkness of day with the fury and passion of the dragon.

That being said, I hate ninja! Not like the vomitous, I-hate-cheesecake type hate or even the furious I-hate-Sean-Penn's-"acting" type hate. I'm talking some marrow-curdling, mind-wringing, airplane-food, Hummer-driver, why-are-there-zoos type hate. I HATE ninjas. Snakes in my spaghetti do I despise those sneaky bastards and everything they sneak around for. Every week, I build a life-sized ninja doll and come up with some new and horrible way to destroy it. But French toast in an emu's ear, that only feeds my abhorrence. Ninjas are like stubbing my toe while someone tells you that you have bowel cancer. They're like watching old people swim in Jell-O while talking about deviant sex. They're like kids singing about peace. Arghhh! Ninjas suck griffin balls.
 
Why? Well, quite simply, they keep killing dragons. Now, I don't want to come across as a bitter Betty here, so I'm just gonna say this; We're dragons. We're supposed to be evil. We are meant to dine on the flesh of innocents with gluttonous, dripping smiles. That's our thing. That's what we do. If we didn't do that, we'd just be cows. Ginormous, flying, reptilian cows. But I'm not a cow. I am a mighty dragon, deserving of your awe and respect. So to the ninjas of the world I have one smaaaaall request: Please stop killing us!
  But asking a ninja not a kill is like asking Sofia Coppola to have any redeeming artistic value whatsoever. It's just not gonna happen. Ever.
  I have personally been killed twice by a ninja. The first time I was killed by a ninja I was on earth, obviously. I had just finished a five-hundred-year nap and I needed to nosh. So I fly out of my underwater cavern, give my tail a good stretch, rinse my mouth out with some lava from Mount Vesuvius, and bink, there is is. I spy this sweet little village of about 200 golden brown grape stompers. Yummy! I could eat Italian every day. I love 'em. So I swoop down thinking, "That's a nice little healthy snack that'll really hit the spot."

BAM! WHAM!
No warning. Out of nowhere. Two shurikens right up the nose. These two really pointy things are spinning in my sinus cavities. Does that sound right to you? Ouch.
And then this ninja lands on my back and in one swipe chops my dorsal horn right off. Um thanks, ninja. At least that wasn't my magical horn.
Oh wait, that was my magical horn.
  Now I can't use any dark demon dragon magic ever again. Magic horns don't grow back. Ever. Not even when death transmigrates you to an alternate realm.
Whatever, my horn is gone. Then this ludicrous ninja pops out all three of my eyes with this weird stick thing. I don't know exactly what is was, 'cause I didn't really see it! Did I mention that I had just woken up from a nap and was really, really hungry?
Anyway, I start whipping my poison-spiked tail around trying to nail this bugger. I barely scratched him, I think I might have take off, like, one arm, and this dude goes nuts. He dives down my throat and starts snapping my ribs from the inside. Mind you, I'm sill flying at this point. Talk about uncomfortable. I get totally distracted, lose my focus, and smash into this huge Roman aqueduct. Note, aqueducts hurt. The next thing I know I'm lying on the forest floor stunned, but hoping that maybe the crash and fall at least killed that little black-clad jerk inside of me.

Then I hear this big slicing and ripping sound, like someone cutting a sheet made of skin, and the next thing I know that dang fella has torn open my back and is running away with half of my spine. And it's the half I needed to walk.
  So I have no choice but to lie there and hope that a wizard or fairy happens to chance by. You know, maybe I can strike a deal, trade a few of my teeth for a vertebrae incantation or something. About five minutes go by and I hear someone jumping on my head and walk over to my ear. I don't need to give you two guesses as to who it was. That schmuck ninja again.
  He says to me, and this is the part that really kills me, "I am sorry. The village of Bello Cadallo** hired me to protect it, but I have nothing but the greatest respect for dragons. Best of luck in your next realm. I'm going to cut your heart out now."
  Best of luck? I'm a flippin' dragon. I don't need your luck, ninja boy. Best of luck my left claw. Do I look like Falcor? I'm serious. What. The. Fuck!
  Long story short, I died. I ended up in the Realm of Infinite Stupidity, which for a dragon, isn't bad. I tried to get back to physical Earth to maybe haunt that ninja or his family or something. But of course I couldn't do that, not without a magical horn. I won't even go into the second time a ninja offed me, but suffice it to say, it is rude to meditate your way into someones dinner party. I don't care if they're dining on the souls of your ancestors... It's rude.
Man I hate me some ninja.

After that I ended up in the Realm of Golden Ennui, I hated that place, It's full of sticky sappy trees and smells like Teen Spirit--not the essence of youth and beauty, but the perfume by Hannah Montana.
  After a few thousand years or so a parry*** meditated it's way into the realm visiting their grandmother and I was able to strike a deal with her, I just had to help her grandmother for a few hundred years killing their rivals, the ninosors**** and she was able to resurrect my spirit, but by then my body had become a  museum exhibit for something called dinosaurs I guess. So naturally the best course of action was to force my huge majestic soul, into a itty bitty  body of a teenage girl. Needless to say I was not pleased. But it's not all bad I guess, at least I'm out of that realm. I've taken up learning magic on my own since even without a magical horn, this body is able to cast it, if much, much, much weaker. I couldn't even blow up the earth in this form. Oh well.

* Half monkey/half horse, all lover.
** Unnoted, birthplace of legendary ninja Slice-a-so-nice-a.
*** Half parrot/half fairy, surprisingly good eats.
**** Nerd Minotaur sorcerer. Commonly bullied in high school.

Name: Aurelio 'Merci Merci' the Merciless
Class:
Stats:

Strength: 50
Endurance: 30
Dexterity: 50
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 10
Luck: 30
Curse: 100
Cursed Item(s):
- Ebron (A very long link of chains. Black as night)
- Shadow Greaves (Black leather, for great speed.)
- Assassin's Goggles (Goggles that fit snugly over the face. Grey in color, with large lenses.)
Cursed Abilities: Gained from classes as well as items(should the dice allow it.
Description: Five foot eight inches tall. Lean frame. Long black hair that falls where it pleases. Green eyes. Tan skin.
History: A contract killer who uses his chain as a weapon. Renowned for speed unmatched, and the eyes of an eagle.

Name: Polo
Class: Blackheart Magician
Stats:
Strength:  5 (10-5)
Endurance:  10 (20-10)
Dexterity: 10 (20-10)
Intelligence: 80 (50+30)
Wisdom: 80 (50+30)
Luck: 70 (50+20)
Curse: 200 (100+100)
Cursed Item(s):
Black Diamond Ring
Black Diamond Necklace
Black Diamond Watch
Cursed Abilities:
Life Unending: Polo's natural age is unknown at this point. For time never seems to effect him, this includes aging and effects that manipulate the flow of time. Curse Effect; Occasionally Polo's mind takes him to a different time period. Or at least perceives one.

Time's Lament(Black Diamond Watch): Bend the time around the general area, reverting it to exactly 20 seconds before. Curse; Extended use of this ability, or more than once per session, will cause the time reverted to double back on itself with great force.

Barrier of Hatred; Release a shockwave in the area around yourself dealing high amounts of damage and even more base around your Curse. Use of this ability will wrap around your enemies only. Curse Effect; Sometimes you lose track of your allies in a fight.

Touch of Pain; As long as he wears the ring, any physical contact with another being causes high amounts of pain to the area touched. No actual damage is dealt, as the pain is an illusion. Curse; The user suffers damage equal to the pain he inflicts with this ability.

Description: 18 years old, 5'10, fairly skinny, brown skin, long black hair,blood red eyes that occasionally start glowing, but unknown as to why
History: Killed his own parents at the age of 15 with what appeared to be almost uncontrollable magic. Hasn't been able to replicate that feat...yet
Always carries around one item from each of them, the ring from his Dad, and the necklace from his Mum. The watch was a gift from them.