07-23-2015, 07:50 AM
Character name: D.J Phylactery
Character source: The twisted minds of /tg/, slightly adapted for Forgotten Realms.
Character history:
Now, this is the story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the lord of my evil lair.
In West Waterdeep, born and raised
In the backstreets is where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool
And a stark difference from my life with Ghouls.
When a few men, my troubles they understood
Finally bothered to arrive in my neighborhood
Oh, when I took a chance, approach them I dared,
I finally knew my destiny: "An Adventurer!" I declared.
I begged and pleaded with them on that day
Until they relented, and took me with them on their way!
We traveled together until we inevitably split,
For I had seen my calling, to hit it!
I arrived at the courts, a lowly cad.
So there I was, knocking heels with high class.
And among the ladies, well, I was not the topic of their dislike.
Hmmm, this might be alright
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois and all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think so, I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the future prince of the lair.
But it turns out, one of their husbands wasn't just a lout.
And to the cause of evil, he was very much devout.
Well, to see what happened next, you don't need a seer.
He sprang with the quickness like lightning, and I disappeared.
When it was over, my flesh was but a veneer,
Cursed to rot eternal, far too many years.
In the rhymes I fancied, I was ensnared,
And I fled to what became my evil lair.
Adventurers came, in leather, robe, and plate,
And fed a hunger only their souls could sate.
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of my Evil Lair.
[spoiler]D.J Phylactery was once a traveling bard, serving as a court poet. Sadly, due to the frequency of which he participated in extramarital affairs, he attracted the attention of a hidden necromancer. The Necromancer's jealousy and rage were made apparent on Phylactery's mortal form, cursing him to wander the earth while he rotted to naught but bone, speaking in nothing but rhymes. After his transformation, he fled into isolation, seeking to never be seen again by mortal eyes. Sadly, intentions do not always equal success, and he was forced to use the magical energies involved in his transformation to fend off his attackers. Quickly developing a taste for their soulstuff, he began to expand his influence, merging his previously famed gift for rhyme and song with his magical prowess. As he began to encroach on vengeance, and repaying his malefactor in kind, he was taken to the Omniverse.
D.J Phylactery is quite insane, a perfectly reasonable state of mind given decades of undeath and constant rhyming. However, at times, the shattered remnants of his psyche fall into place, allowing him to think with unerring clarity.[/spoiler]
Physical Description: (originals only)
![[Image: 1249366475371.jpg]](http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/5331362/images/1249366475371.jpg)
D.J's Phylactery's skin and flesh has long since rotten away to nothing, leaving him little more than a skeleton animated by fell powers. He clothes himself in rich and expensive finery, kept loose around his ravaged body to hide his curse, and promote the image of being nothing more than an eccentric nobleman. He is very much fond of jewelry and gold, and often enchants his adornments for additional power.
Stats:
ATK: 2
You won't be able to feel his jibes in the morning,
DEF: 0
But your loved one will be too busy for mourning.
SPD: 3
His Ethereal Tongue is the quickest,
TEC: 5
DJ Phylactery's burns are the sickest.
Starting Proficiencies:
Ranged Proficiency (1000 OM)
Debuff Proficiency (1000 OM)
Area Attack Proficiency (600 OM)
Starting Powers:
Telepathy (1500 OM)
Starting Moves:
The Amplifier of Eternal Burns (600 OM, requires Ranged, Debuff, Area Attack Proficiencies, Telepathy)
A simple artifact, enchanted with a variety of illusion spells to throw the user's voice, The Amplifier of Eternal Burns is empowered by the souls of its victims, feeding its dread powers with those unable to withstand its fell onslaught. As an added bonus, it acts as the focus of DJ Phylactery's magic, allowing him to concentrate his powers on the unfortunate who believed they could step to him, reading through their thoughts, then their memories, in search of the sickest burn imaginable. Unfortunately, the spirits inside long for a hero to set them free of Phylactery's clutches, and often fly to the subject of his assault when his concentration slips, granting them the power to respond in kind. Of course, D.J P is unable to scour the depths of his victim's mind without having at least double their technique.
Total OM Spent: 4700 OM out of 5000 OM.
I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.
Character source: The twisted minds of /tg/, slightly adapted for Forgotten Realms.
Character history:
Now, this is the story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the lord of my evil lair.
In West Waterdeep, born and raised
In the backstreets is where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool
And a stark difference from my life with Ghouls.
When a few men, my troubles they understood
Finally bothered to arrive in my neighborhood
Oh, when I took a chance, approach them I dared,
I finally knew my destiny: "An Adventurer!" I declared.
I begged and pleaded with them on that day
Until they relented, and took me with them on their way!
We traveled together until we inevitably split,
For I had seen my calling, to hit it!
I arrived at the courts, a lowly cad.
So there I was, knocking heels with high class.
And among the ladies, well, I was not the topic of their dislike.
Hmmm, this might be alright
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois and all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think so, I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the future prince of the lair.
But it turns out, one of their husbands wasn't just a lout.
And to the cause of evil, he was very much devout.
Well, to see what happened next, you don't need a seer.
He sprang with the quickness like lightning, and I disappeared.
When it was over, my flesh was but a veneer,
Cursed to rot eternal, far too many years.
In the rhymes I fancied, I was ensnared,
And I fled to what became my evil lair.
Adventurers came, in leather, robe, and plate,
And fed a hunger only their souls could sate.
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of my Evil Lair.
[spoiler]D.J Phylactery was once a traveling bard, serving as a court poet. Sadly, due to the frequency of which he participated in extramarital affairs, he attracted the attention of a hidden necromancer. The Necromancer's jealousy and rage were made apparent on Phylactery's mortal form, cursing him to wander the earth while he rotted to naught but bone, speaking in nothing but rhymes. After his transformation, he fled into isolation, seeking to never be seen again by mortal eyes. Sadly, intentions do not always equal success, and he was forced to use the magical energies involved in his transformation to fend off his attackers. Quickly developing a taste for their soulstuff, he began to expand his influence, merging his previously famed gift for rhyme and song with his magical prowess. As he began to encroach on vengeance, and repaying his malefactor in kind, he was taken to the Omniverse.
D.J Phylactery is quite insane, a perfectly reasonable state of mind given decades of undeath and constant rhyming. However, at times, the shattered remnants of his psyche fall into place, allowing him to think with unerring clarity.[/spoiler]
Physical Description: (originals only)
![[Image: 1249366475371.jpg]](http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/5331362/images/1249366475371.jpg)
D.J's Phylactery's skin and flesh has long since rotten away to nothing, leaving him little more than a skeleton animated by fell powers. He clothes himself in rich and expensive finery, kept loose around his ravaged body to hide his curse, and promote the image of being nothing more than an eccentric nobleman. He is very much fond of jewelry and gold, and often enchants his adornments for additional power.
Stats:
ATK: 2
You won't be able to feel his jibes in the morning,
DEF: 0
But your loved one will be too busy for mourning.
SPD: 3
His Ethereal Tongue is the quickest,
TEC: 5
DJ Phylactery's burns are the sickest.
Starting Proficiencies:
Ranged Proficiency (1000 OM)
Debuff Proficiency (1000 OM)
Area Attack Proficiency (600 OM)
Starting Powers:
Telepathy (1500 OM)
Starting Moves:
The Amplifier of Eternal Burns (600 OM, requires Ranged, Debuff, Area Attack Proficiencies, Telepathy)
A simple artifact, enchanted with a variety of illusion spells to throw the user's voice, The Amplifier of Eternal Burns is empowered by the souls of its victims, feeding its dread powers with those unable to withstand its fell onslaught. As an added bonus, it acts as the focus of DJ Phylactery's magic, allowing him to concentrate his powers on the unfortunate who believed they could step to him, reading through their thoughts, then their memories, in search of the sickest burn imaginable. Unfortunately, the spirits inside long for a hero to set them free of Phylactery's clutches, and often fly to the subject of his assault when his concentration slips, granting them the power to respond in kind. Of course, D.J P is unable to scour the depths of his victim's mind without having at least double their technique.
Total OM Spent: 4700 OM out of 5000 OM.
I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.
Torcher of tomes, slayer of sorcerers, taker of ears, and flayer of men. Reasonable rates.


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