Board Thread:Midian Ideas/@comment-24302820-20141117043649

These NPCs were created to be antagonists in my campaign. I'm posting the descriptions here for public use. The mechanics are left out, so that you can customise them to the power-level of your game. Some of the descriptions are deliberately vague as well, such as Angel's gender or species, so that the Dark Wanderers can better fit the individual gaming troupe.

Angel

"I condemn thee to Hell!"

Clothed in a bright white sheet--draped over one arm and around the waist--and a perpetual halo of light, with silvery white ribbons tied to Angel's back. These are perpetually blown by an unfelt wind upwards into whispy wings. This beautiful and cherubic figure wields a short bow; arrows with heart-shaped broadheads magically appear, as does the bow itself. Angel will pursue a foe with Dullahan-like vigilance, indignation, and skill. This angel is foul-mouthed and hot-tempered, with an undying thirst for vengeance.

Death Himself

"Die."

Sitting astride a gaunt black horse with skull-like markings, this is the traditional image of the Grim Reaper. He bears a skull face, and flowing black robes and cloak, nothing but darkness can be seen within. He is swinging a big fuck-off scythe one-handed. A pack of hell hounds can be instantly summoned to his side, proving that not all dogs go to heaven. The spectral forms of those slain in his presence from battles long ago can likewise be conjured to fight. Like the HoL version of Death, this reaper can conjure a rotary blade-caster. As one might expect, Death Himself is rather taciturn.

Doggy

"Grrr!"

Wearing only a loincloth and gauntlets, this Gaijin as also clearly a Changing Folk. He runs about in near-human form, and doesn't give a shit who notices. The gauntlets have integrated bucklers; Doggy frequently chews on the rims before a fight to work himself into a berserker frenzy. Not that that doesn't take less than a second, or that he isn't perpetually in a killing rage. The right gauntlet has two thin vertical blades that wickedly curve slightly downward. The left gauntlet has a broad flat horizontal blade with two spikes at the base. His close-cropped hair is matted and so filled with dirt and grease that it looks more of a greyish brown than blond. This feral lad rarely speaks, but when he does so it is often an erudite nonsequitor quote.

Goddess

"..."

Completely silent (magically so) and hidden far from the battlefield is the Dark Wanderer's secret weapon. Goddess is a sniper, watching over her comrades with both technological and mystical means of observation. Small enough to hide anywhere, and acrobatic enough to get there, she will have the most advantageous position available, even if that's blocks away. Goddess caries numerous specialty bolts for her magically portable arballest. Even when an enemy has discovered her location and sent forces to kill her, Goddess miraculously resurrects and destroys all foes on the battlefield. Goddess watches over all. Goddess remains hidden, not only by her skill, but by a cloak that matches its surroundings. Beneath that, she is fully covered in grey form-fitting clothes so dark as to be nearly black, and a monstrous technomantic mask. Like so many people complain about all divine entities, this one makes no replies--ever.

Her

"Heehee. Blood is funny.  Tee hee."

Her is the most disturbing of the bunch, even to the other Dark Wanderers. She's a cutter, with a fetish for her 'pretties', her sharp, shiny pretties. Her is a brunette with short, wild hair, covered from the neck down in close fitting black cotton. Numerous slices in the cloth, lots of bandages, and an assortment of blades complete her ensemble. She just sits there, cross-legged, giggling quietly to herself... especially right before she suddenly strikes. She rarely--if ever--talks, and is obviously a dangerous sociopath. Giggling and disturbing mumbles are all one can expect from Her.

L

"Come and fucking get me if you're man enough, bitch."

This Ravager Aerenidae is wearing a chainmail bikini and more ink than skin. Clearly an inked warrior, she uses the amazing speed and fortitude of her kind to deadly effect when coupled with the mystical tattoos. Her long red hair is tied into a ponytail that hangs past her knees. She charges in first with reckless abandon, not just in a fight, but in all aspects of life. L carries no weapons, conjuring them as needed, but may just use her hands, feet, and teeth. L tries to work the word 'fuck' at least once into every sentence.

Laughing Jill

"Hahahahahaha! Hahahahaha!  Hoohoo Hahaha!"

This diminutive clown wears large thick soled white shoes, black and white stockings and sleeves, and black mini skirt with a matching vest. Laughing Jill can conjure a multitude of deadly magical 'gags', including such family classics as the exploding (and still beating) heart, or a pet or loved one stuffed with candy as a meaty piñata hanging by their neck. Some of her horrible and deadly pranks can be quite elaborate. Covered in clown white, This Dwarf's eyes and lips are ringed with black makeup. Her nose is adorned with a thin black and white striped cone. Her teeth are filed to points. The only colour is her blood red hair, wild and frizzy. Lots of laughter and bad puns abound; Laughing Jill is the loud one of the group.

Mother

"There'll be none of that."

This sexy alchemist dresses in attire similar to a nun's habit. The dress is just short enough to show the garters holding up her fishnets. Numerous bottles and flasks are around her waist and on a bandoleer across her chest. Perhaps some of her potions are quite tasty; she's just heavy enough to be as curvy as a Troll. As the artillerist of the Dark Wanderers, Mother throws explosive pyroclasmic liquids, with a bit for herself, and the occasional caustic or poisonous substance for variety. Mother usually waits a short bit before weighing in on a topic, but always has an opinion and she never holds it back. She treats everyone like a retarded child.

Tick Tock

"My projections show you dying a horrible death."

Covered in a technomantic armour of iron and brass, this knight of steam and clockwork carefully observes his enemy, then engages with the most appropriate response. He can bypass most protective measures in seconds, and can defeat any defense given enough time. Numerous modular components reshape themselves into any needed weapon to defeat his prey. In addition to mechanical weapons, many necromantic spells are also in his arsenal. In the center of his chest lies a dark window wherein the imprisoned spirits powering his armour can be seen trying to beg for help. In battle, his Aggression Engine will select the most appropriate Manowar song to unnerve his foe, playing it at a high volume during the fight. There is rarely enough time for a second track. Tick Tock assumes that no one listens to him--and wouldn't understand anyway--so he frequently tosses off peanut-gallery comments. 