Ralpheal Llywelyn
Oct 30, 2022 23:49:07 GMT -5
Post by Fate's End on Oct 30, 2022 23:49:07 GMT -5
Name: Ralpheal Llywelyn
Gender: Male
Species: Aeldari
Age: 189 Terran Years
Height: 6’6”
Weight: 174 LB’s
Allegiance: Harlequin Masque of Ash Winter
Rank/Occupation: Death Jester
Notes: He tries to be funny. He really does.
Born: Craftworld Iyanden
Languages Spoken: Asuryani, Masque Battle Sign, High and Low Gothic
Appearance: Ralpheal is a tall, almost ethereal creature. Skin colored like deep space and seemingly chiseled like marble. Irises of earthen brown, black hair cut very short. Delicate features belying a superb and graceful physique. When on the stage of War or Storytelling, he strikes a fearsome figure in black coat and pearl white death mask. When off the stage, he forgoes the mask and walks with his face free to the elements.
History: Ralpheal was not always a devotee of the Laughing God. Iyanden was his home, and for a time this was enough. He followed several paths, flitting this way and that. The Path of the Poet, the Builder, The Dancer, For almost a decade he stayed within a Shrine of Swooping Hawks, and some thought he might have strayed too far and would rise to become an Exarch.
But then the fateful day when he heard the laughter. Ralpheal would not be able to tell you where it came from, or even why he heard it. But from the moment it rang in his ears, it was like it always had. A stranger approached, clad in the garb of one of the Outcasts, or perhaps a Corsair . . . or a Drukhari merchant? Ralpheal could not say which. But they asked a question, and he answered. From there he put away his old life and headed into the webway, searching for something.
He was met by the Shadowseer Vraxis of the Harlequin Masque of Ash Winter. A Masque that had been almost obliterated by the humans a half century before. And Ralpheal was not alone. Others had come, all telling of a similar tale, a laugh and a question that was so personal most did not speak openly of it. Evidently the Masque was to be reformed and reinforced.
Personality: Ralpheal is, perhaps surprisingly, a gentle and honorable soul. He is thoughtful, kindhearted and graceful. He was on the path of the Poet for some time. And it shows in his words and deeds. He is wordy, prone to grandiose and extravagant choices in words and tones. But in his quieter moments he is introspective and somewhat wistful. Unfortunately, he has a very poor grasp of humor, which he believes is a failing he must remedy. And he will take almost any opportunity given to try out new thoughts and concepts of joviality when he finds a moment.
Equipment:
10,001 Jokes of the Craftworlds (A physical rendition of a much maligned publication from Craftworld Iyanden).
Holo-suit
Shrieker Cannon (Named O’snap)
Flip-Belt
Suitably awesome trenchcoat of black leather
Characteristics:
High Concept: A Good man will kill you with hardly a word (Ralpheal is a man with a strong sense of morality. Which sometimes puts him at odds with—everyone.)
Trouble: The worst thing you can do is nothing (Ralpheal will sometimes jump the gun and rush off, given certain provocations)
Aspect: Evil begins when you begin to treat people as things. (Ralpheal sees little difference between other species and the Aeldari. Much to the horror of some of his fellows.)
Stunts:
Oh Snap, you died: Because Ralpheal is a master with his Shrieker Cannon, he receives +2 when he Cleverly Attacks a target.
So a Cow Walks into a Bar: Because Ralpheal is incredibly bad at telling jokes, once per session he can attempt to give someone a headache with the inanity of his jokes.
I’m a Bird!: Acrobatics, Swooping Hawk training and the beauty of the Flip Belt allow Ralpheal to receive a +2 bonus when he quickly ascends terrain and obstacles.
Stats:
Careful: +1
Clever: +3
Flashy: +1
Forceful: 0
Quick: +2
Sneaky: +2
Gender: Male
Species: Aeldari
Age: 189 Terran Years
Height: 6’6”
Weight: 174 LB’s
Allegiance: Harlequin Masque of Ash Winter
Rank/Occupation: Death Jester
Notes: He tries to be funny. He really does.
Born: Craftworld Iyanden
Languages Spoken: Asuryani, Masque Battle Sign, High and Low Gothic
Appearance: Ralpheal is a tall, almost ethereal creature. Skin colored like deep space and seemingly chiseled like marble. Irises of earthen brown, black hair cut very short. Delicate features belying a superb and graceful physique. When on the stage of War or Storytelling, he strikes a fearsome figure in black coat and pearl white death mask. When off the stage, he forgoes the mask and walks with his face free to the elements.
History: Ralpheal was not always a devotee of the Laughing God. Iyanden was his home, and for a time this was enough. He followed several paths, flitting this way and that. The Path of the Poet, the Builder, The Dancer, For almost a decade he stayed within a Shrine of Swooping Hawks, and some thought he might have strayed too far and would rise to become an Exarch.
But then the fateful day when he heard the laughter. Ralpheal would not be able to tell you where it came from, or even why he heard it. But from the moment it rang in his ears, it was like it always had. A stranger approached, clad in the garb of one of the Outcasts, or perhaps a Corsair . . . or a Drukhari merchant? Ralpheal could not say which. But they asked a question, and he answered. From there he put away his old life and headed into the webway, searching for something.
He was met by the Shadowseer Vraxis of the Harlequin Masque of Ash Winter. A Masque that had been almost obliterated by the humans a half century before. And Ralpheal was not alone. Others had come, all telling of a similar tale, a laugh and a question that was so personal most did not speak openly of it. Evidently the Masque was to be reformed and reinforced.
Personality: Ralpheal is, perhaps surprisingly, a gentle and honorable soul. He is thoughtful, kindhearted and graceful. He was on the path of the Poet for some time. And it shows in his words and deeds. He is wordy, prone to grandiose and extravagant choices in words and tones. But in his quieter moments he is introspective and somewhat wistful. Unfortunately, he has a very poor grasp of humor, which he believes is a failing he must remedy. And he will take almost any opportunity given to try out new thoughts and concepts of joviality when he finds a moment.
Equipment:
10,001 Jokes of the Craftworlds (A physical rendition of a much maligned publication from Craftworld Iyanden).
Holo-suit
Shrieker Cannon (Named O’snap)
Flip-Belt
Suitably awesome trenchcoat of black leather
Characteristics:
High Concept: A Good man will kill you with hardly a word (Ralpheal is a man with a strong sense of morality. Which sometimes puts him at odds with—everyone.)
Trouble: The worst thing you can do is nothing (Ralpheal will sometimes jump the gun and rush off, given certain provocations)
Aspect: Evil begins when you begin to treat people as things. (Ralpheal sees little difference between other species and the Aeldari. Much to the horror of some of his fellows.)
Stunts:
Oh Snap, you died: Because Ralpheal is a master with his Shrieker Cannon, he receives +2 when he Cleverly Attacks a target.
So a Cow Walks into a Bar: Because Ralpheal is incredibly bad at telling jokes, once per session he can attempt to give someone a headache with the inanity of his jokes.
I’m a Bird!: Acrobatics, Swooping Hawk training and the beauty of the Flip Belt allow Ralpheal to receive a +2 bonus when he quickly ascends terrain and obstacles.
Stats:
Careful: +1
Clever: +3
Flashy: +1
Forceful: 0
Quick: +2
Sneaky: +2
(he's still a growing boy, etc).