Here's my character guys

If you came up to me with that as your character I would throw out everything I had prepped and make up a whole new campaign just to suit the aesthetic. That's how good I think that art is.

Given that it's a magical girl game, I don't even blink

"Pick an anime portrait that's drawn better and not moeshit. You have a million choices on the boorus."

Run an anime aesthetic game for me user.
We can do whatever kind you want. System doesn't matter.

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>DMing epic level save the world from cataclysm game.
Y'know what, we're high enough level that all kinds of weird shit is in the party. The psion is barely keeping himself from melting apart, the artificer is playing The Little Girl from some kind of fancy ogre race, there's a catfolk sniper, the least edgy vile demon-infested I've ever seen, Sun Wukong turned into a dragon, and a shiny 30+ levels of inquisitor aasimar rounds us out.

You'll do fine just talk to the artificer and see if there isn't too much overlap so y'all can get along without a dramafest.

>low-level frontier game.
I know I said there was room for a fair ammount but you're not going to have the class levels to make all that work exactly how you want for a while. If you're cool with that I'm cool with this as a concept for a goal rather than starting point.

>space faring dragon-puppeteer chess game.
Here's the list of variants we're using. Make sure it doesn't break those and we're golden.

Fine.

Y-YAMERO!

How about my idea for a cleric, then?

Bastet is bestet!

Or maybe this one. Haven't decided yet.

datass

user, we had a session 0 and all agreed on characters that match the setting, remember?

I run the campaign perfectly straight.

Played a Shadowrun game like that.
> Foxgirl street samurai with a verbal tic, rollerskates, and a katana
(So many touch fluffy tail jokes.)
> Loli elf mage easily embarrassed by lewdness
> Big nerdy troll with a bow
> Latex fetishist gender-bending foreigner with a BFG
> Blonde catgirl magical girl
> Overly-affectionate loli elf rigger

2/3 of the team had no personal transport and had to take the subway to runs for a while.
Someone designed as the most annoying character went down really well and had to stick around.
We stole a van full of drugs and sex toys, and just... never got around to selling it or the contents.
> Oh shit I forgot to take any language other than the default, and any social skills whatsoever.

> How are we gonna carry this X? Oh, just have troll-kun do it.

> What do you mean there's no 'driving' skill? What the fuck did I just spend all that Karma on, then?
> D I V I N G?
> Well, I guess she misread the sign and took the wrong evening class.
> Wait, she can't even float, let alone swim. Can I just change this to what I wanted?

> Yay, finally someone with their own transport we can bum rides from!

>Latex fetishist gender-bending foreigner with a BFG
The Doom kind or the... other?

It was an LMG tricked out until it was virtually a character in it's own right, limited only by needing to be picked up and carried places.
The rules didn't allow for my suggestion of 'stick wheels on the tripod', sadly.

Cool, sounds like you'll fit right in, dood.

Kick him out of the group?

What are the user's expecting out of threads like these? They are not even good trolls because you get too answers: Kick, or "It's fine"

>too
Ugh
>Two

youtube.com/watch?v=2_qxn_8sybw

Good taste.

I don't play Pathfinder

>Ugh
BBEG

I'd roll with it as a DM. Seriously. I'd sit down with the character and burn 12-15 minutes hammering out...
1) is the character unique with the animal features, like an existing Human that's been experimented on or cursed? or is the character a member of a race with those animal characteristics?

2) What does the player expect to gain with having animal features? When compared to an existing stock race, what is the player prepared to lose to gain a slight edge with those features?

3) With the above answered, what expectations does the player have with their character and how it will be received by other 'stock' races and societies of the campaign? How can I as the DM and the player come to a compromise?

4) I'd need to know the character's background, personality, skills, and motivation for adventuring, along with the religion / organization / other that the character highly respects, and the opposite of the above that they see as deadly enemies.

Let's play.

Obligatory

As long as they can reasonably justify it within the setting, I don't care what my players play.

Ask for the character sheet and tell them the game time

user, we agreed to play a game where the characters were waitresses at a cafe, what the hell is this gay D&D shit?

What's the difference between the Barbarian and the Monk?

>not running BATTLE WAITRESSES

I think they're expecting

>GASP! A catgirl! My 80s grognard good taste is violated!

Considering Veeky Forums fucking MADE several catgirl settings, i'm not sure if they got the right board or even site for this.

Emotional issues

A campaign I was in did that.

It went from hentai fantasy to unholy nightmare pretty damn quick when that section came up.

Shall I storytime?

>Shall I storytime?
do it, you fucking tease.

What, it's just that one "Young Brides' Tales" Manga.

Very well.

I told this story before, so forgive me if you've heard it prior to this.

The game, as it was, was as if someone had taken a well written if scatterbrained multi-universe fanfic of multiple animes, games, and cartoons, crammed it and a focus on crazy awesome into a blender, and hit puree.

Storm was the future son of Tifa and Cloud, and could therefore dual wield "smaller" buster swords when he wasn't ripping weapons out of enemy hands and beating them to death with it.

Sailor Sun (I swear I'm not making this shit up) was a magical girl based off Sailor Moon who served as our healer and party cutey. Her player was super bubbly and energetic, but not an attention whore.

Omega was from a universe where Dr. Light and Tony Stark worked together and built a combination of Mega Man and Iron Man. He was the tank and wasn't a dick, so I didn't question this.

There was Shinryu. A Naruto expy with two submachine guns and lots of weaker jutsus that could be chained together. The GM let him get away with typical ninja shenanigans- i.e. so many times a sesh, he could say "I didn't get hit" and leave behind a ninja log.

Then there was me.

My story, after watching Variable Geo's sequel and feeling sick about it, was that my Black Mage came from a world where the games of Variable Geo and No More Heroes combined into a crapsack world. If you were male, you aspired to either run the assassin tournament, or become an assassin and fight for money and entertainment. If you were female and cute, the conspiracy would railroad you into being desperate to fight in the Variable Geo tournament- i.e: win the tournament and get paid, lose at any point and get publicly raped.

My backstory was that as a kid, I was a goddamn good cook, and one of the VG tournament had told me that it was just porn- consenting actresses, storylines, all so much drama to entertain the masses. My guy, Isaac, finds out that this was a lie.

His friends and family try to get him out of his contract working for the tournament as a chef, and get killed. Isaac goes insane, is mocked for his "Puritan" beliefs, and tries to kill himself. Zarm from Captain Planet intervenes, and basically turns him into a servant/apprentice.

His reason for learning black magic was that 1. he needed a defense, working for this warlord spirit, and 2. He already believed he was completely and utterly beyond redemption, so what was learning how to call down fireballs and lightning in comparison?

He called himself Imurev- a reversal of Verum I, latin for truth, meaning "The truth undid me".

When he joined the party, he was both incredibly powerful and utterly insane from guilt and grief. His one saving grace is that he'll aim at whatever the party's aiming at, while making Joker and Kefka-like jokes, including multiple references to the idea of 'one bad day can drive you crazy.'

Zarm would later end the apprenticeship forcefully, not because Imurev fought him, but because he later read his mind and saw what I had spelled out to the GM as my motivation.

I wanted to exterminate all life on my home universe as a mercy kill.

I managed to horrify the satan-figure of Captain Planet so badly he wanted me dead.

If it sounds like I was going down the road of becoming the true villain of the campaign, you're correct- I discussed this with the GM and he agreed that if it played out that way, it'd be awesome.

Imurev mostly stayed in the background as the team's area of effect nuker and maker of dark jokes. The only time he would get serious was if an enemy insinuated they were going to rape or otherwise sexually abuse someone, then I played him as a very calm, very focused attacker.

He started getting brought into the spotlight, however, when we traveled to the world of Kingdom Hearts.

Hair color.

And one is effective in combat.

Imurev was violent, crazy, and was constantly entertaining and developing plans towards a genocidal rampage that would make Hitler's stunt look like a mild tantrum. Hence, the princesses, Sora, Mickey, Riku, etc. etc. could "feel the hate in him across town".

Mind, at this point, no one knew about Plan: KillemallletGodsortemout. They just knew I was a crazy mage that hadn't killed them in their sleep yet. The GM told me he decided he was going to see how the party would react if Kairi used her keyblade to read my mind (somehow) and find out what I was planning.

This is where, as they say, the fun begins.

He made it clear I wasn't going to be able to successfully fight off the intrusion, so I decided to take it in the direction of that "The Batman" episode where Dr. Strange enters the Joker's mind, and show her the entire story, in the format of a forced roller coaster ride ala The Killing Joke through Imurev's worst memories.

I ended it with a view of Imurev's greatest desire: a circus setup with him as the clownish ringmaster, with the rapists and organizers of the tournament tied down to various implements of torture, all being horribly boiled, ripped, drilled, burned, etc. to the cheers of an audience consisting of the girls of the tournament, who reacted with applause, laughter, and gasps with each vivisection. He ended the performance by blowing his brains out, earning a standing ovation.

Having described all this to an increasingly disturbed- and slightly impressed- GM, I noticed he has several sheets ready, probably writeups for a us vs. them battle, or possibly a me vs. them battle.

Then he set them down, and announced to everyone back outside of Imurev's mind (not aware of the whole hellscape thing) that Kairi twitches...

...and starts laughing hysterically. She claws at her face, eyes streaming with tears, laughing uncontrollably, then tries to jump out a window, having to be tackled by Sailor Sun.

>here's my character guys!
>She a master sniper

"And now she gets the joke."

After being beaten well into unconsciousness by several intervening KH characters (and laughing all the while), Shinryu says that Kairi trying to kill herself made no sense, that no where in the games was she suicidal. Then the GM pointed out that she must have seen something so incredibly horrifying that it broke her unprepared mind.

She 'recovered' after having a few days of her memory erased, and Imurev was told in no uncertain terms the next time he set foot in their world, he'd be dead. He replied by saying he'd won 'death threat bingo', with Mickey's being the last he needed.

I warded off questions about what turned my mind into such insanity by making more vague references to 'one bad day'.

We visted the world of Superheroes- DC, Marvel, and Captain Planet all rolled into one. Sailor Sun caught up with the scouts. Imurev shipped several crates of enchanted, singing dildos to the Planeteers, along with a dead, crucified, dressed-in-a-french-maid costume Verminous Skumm to soothe any butthurt.

Imurev has the dubious honor of having the very first thing Captain Planet said to him being "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Then Zarm and the other eco-villains attacked me, specifically, ranting and raving about how I "had to die" and "You don't understand, he's going to kill EVERYONE."

Fortunately, Storm had enough limit points and was just dying to try out his "Galaxy Collapse" attack. Seeing an opportunity to silence another revelation of my brilliant plan, I deferred to him.

After the eco-villains had damage done to them in the rough billions, the GM announced the first caveat- No, our attacks, even limit breaks, could not blow up the sun three times.

I consoled Storm that for the one time it was used, it was perfect timing.

A lucky intimidation roll kept Ma-ti from mind-reading me, and so we didn't have to deal with a shota-suicide attempt. Yet.

Eventually, the team found out about my homeworld. And how that everyone with any knowledge of jumping between worlds regarded it as a place you stayed the fuck away from, because the demonic energy had infused the entire planet.

The GM had a convenient NPC explain that my homeworld was actually a gateway to Hell, and Satan could roam it freely.

After several inquiries and death threats, I revealed my great, grand plan of finding a way to reduce my Earth to charred, molten cinders, and the why.

This NPC then hit me with another bombshell- Imurev's family line, since creation, had roughly a dozen demons in it. Meaning he was prime material for either one of Satan's top soldiers or a host for him.

Shinryu asks the game-changing question of "couldn't he just kill every EVIL person instead of everyone? Isn't there a spell for that?"

Sailor Sun argued that me being part demon, it'd kill me as well.

After much debate, it was agreed Imurev should leave the campaign eventually... but not as a villain.

Then the GM has the NPC white mage/time mage explain a new development. Satan is trying to breach the boundaries of his world, meaning we had to act fast.

The way Imurev presented himself changed a little. He admitted mass homicide of a planet was fucking extreme, but he genuinely thought that was the only way to completely stop any chance of the evil on his world from contaminating other places.

The GM used several villains as indicators that what we were dealing with was no joke. We found Sephiroth, blind from having dug out both eyes, muttering incoherently after having been on the world for a few days. Wily and Robotnik were reduced to Catatonic states, almost brain-dead, from researching the world as a potential power source and finding out why it was so damn verboten to travel there. The Joker had the misfortune to use technology to read Imurev's mind for a sort of "despair bomb" and was reduced to hysterical sobbing and suicide attempts.

We started seeing consistent signs of people having visions of an impending apocalypse. "HE IS COMING" written in blood on walls. Magically-inclined characters having horrible visions. Mickey inviting us back, because the Princess have to be sedated and restrained from screaming so much.

Eventually, all other options exhausted, we visited the world of Superbook, and Christopher Peeper took us to see God.

Who was Mister Rogers.

I swear I'm not making this shit up, nor was I on any recreational or prescription drugs.

And then what?

It flies. My homebrew setting is flexible enough to take a little strain, despite the unusual nature.

God/Rogers explained a lot of the unresolved bullshit of the campaign, then moved onto the major topic- how to stop the apocalypse.

Satan was using the evil generated by both tournaments (rape + bloodsport + perpetuation for years = lots of evil power) to expand beyond the confines of my homeworld and allow himself a physical presence in others.

Shinryu, recalling it being established multiple times that gods need worshipers to stay alive, asks if his earlier idea of killing every single evil person would work.

God answered yes. There was even a spell for that. But, according to divine law yadayada, it had to be cast by someone from that world with a strong heart, and it would kill the caster was well. BY virtue of having not just said "fuck it, I'll be evil", Imurev qualified.

It was made clear to all in and out of character that once this was done, I wouldn't be coming back. Not as Imurev, and not as another character- the GM wanted sacrifice.

We stocked up on items, upgraded our equipment, rallied what allies were willing to join us, and got ready to raid my home world.

For a moment, aside from the constant feeling of evil presences for those sensitive, my world looked pretty normal.

Then the earth opened up and out came the impossible, unholy legions of hell, along with the first really difficult fight of the campaign.

New concepts, such as being reduced to 0 HP and having attacks do no damage, were introduced to the virgin players. Desperate tactics were used with varying degrees of success. The demons didn't fight fair, they ganged up, targeted the weak or recently revived, used their strongest attacks first. Quote Storm's player: "Are we supposed to win this at all?"

Eventually, we survived. Everyone else, magical or not, could feel the evil presence raging at their intrusion, furious with them.

Imurev only heard a comforting "Welcome home, my son."

Our destination was a massive luxury cruise liner, on which the V.G. tournament was being held. Most in attendance were frightened and confused by our appearance, as well as the apocalypse and demon orgy of violence outside.

Satan, in the box seats, golf clapped and welcomed Imurev home.

According to the GM, he looked like a typical bishie- long black hair, italian black suit, chiseled yet slightly feminine body. He floated down with ease, expressing how disappointed he was in Imurev, that he expected better from his great grandchild.

The revelation I was directly related to Satan threw me, in and out of character. I suppose it was cheesy and predictable as hell, but it still caught me off guard.

Satan then offered a chance to rule with him, if I killed the males and enslaved the females.

Imurev started to cast the Judgment spell, and the GM started the final battle with Satan interrupting the spell and beating every other hero npc unconscious.

I remember the GM's pre-battle speech-

"Hopes. Dreams. Redemption. Heroism. Morality. These are all childish concepts."

"He draws a sword, black-bladed and wreathed in dark flame."

"...and the time has come to put away your childish things."

Hey, was this the same system as that "that guy" story about playing at a Convention with a dude that creeped on you guys and also needed to be driven around by his mom/grandma? I think I remember you.

The battle was hard, even by the standards of other games I'd played in under more killer gms. Limit Breaks only phased him a little. He shredded off wads of our HP compared to our paper cuts on him. Satan spent every moment not kicking our asses by making comments about how every place we had been to was a childish fantasy, ruled by outdated morals with no room for the strong to truly grow. That a short, exciting, violent life was far superior to a life where you worked at a dead-end job and looked forward to eventually being so old you couldn't make it to the toilet.

Everything we had was used, and it still wasn't enough. Sailor Sun used her last action to revive me before going down, and we had run out of revival items strong enough to ensure the revived would stand one more attack and not just go down again. Omega covered me while Storm and Shinryu did all the damage they could before falling- and managed to get Satan down to 25% HP, signified by him struggling to stand and grunting when hit.

When they fell, Omega used our last elixir to fully heal and restore my mana before he dropped as well.

The battle became 2 parts debate and 1 part fighting, with him using weaker spells to just show how screwed I was.

He reasoned that if this was how God rewarded heroism, then he wasn't worth serving.

I reasoned that the empire he offered was worthless, as I had no friends and no lover left alive to share it with.

Eventually I was at single digit HP, not enough mana to do any damage, and he was hurt badly, but still able to fight.

He offered one last chance to surrender.

Imurev tells him to read his mind to see his answer.

"You do realize he's not going to be driven insane by bad memories, right?" the GM asked.

"What about all the times we did the right thing? I'm guessing sacrifice and selflessness are completely foreign concepts to him, would that stun him?"

Later on the GM admitted that he realized he had made Satan waaaaaay too strong for this encounter, and decided now was a good time for some deus ex machina shit considering how well we'd played.

And he described as seeing a battered, weary, but not yet broken soul ready to die so that others might live was so incomprehensible it blew his mind.

And then God gave Imurev a massive power boost, which translated into going "God Mode" which meant for the short time it lasted you were invulnerable and had infinite mana.

Satan realizes what's happening and starts having a typical villainous breakdown, shouting No over and over as Imurev swats aside his strongest spells and hits him with Holy, which the GM said was meant to represent Imurev had finally accepted that he could be Good.

He capped off the God Mode by picking him up by the throat and using Thundaja to fry him and all the monitors that displayed the V.G, tournament, the arena, and much of the audience watching the battle unfold. No one innocent was scathed.

At one HP, he asked why, after being offered everything, I had turned on him.

I could have done a long speech, but that seemed too melodramatic and anticlimatic, so, I summed up Imurev's motivation thusly.

"BECAUSE I HATE YOU!"

It was meant to convey Imurev despised every single thing about him and his philosophy, but in retrospect it sounded too edgy.

Regardless, Imurev thrust his thumbs into the fallen prince of darkness' eyes, pulled in opposite directions, and ripped him in half.

Sailor Sun was revived so she could start healing the others, and Imurev decided to cast the Judgment spell then, lest Satan pull a sudden regeneration.

The spell went off. Those in the audience not already dead from the Thundaja were immolated by a wave of blue-white flames, as was the two halves of Satan's body. The GM described the wave of fire spreading everywhere over the world, and how Imurev had also caught on fire, consumed by the spell.

The GM had a bunch of people who thought Imurev a complete monster- Kairi, the Planeteers, etc. try to heal him to no avail. I responded by telling them I was done for, and to make sure that this sort of thing never happened again.

Sailor Sun, determined to try and save me, asked if there was anything she could do.

"If you want to do something for me, then look at this world. Look at the horrors man did without aid of magic or science. And never let these terrible things come to pass ever again."

The final scene for Imurev was him meeting Mr. Rogers/God.

"With a sad sigh, God speaks. 'I cannot guarantee that this will be the last time such horror will exist. So long as man has the choice between good and evil, there are those who will succumb to base desire. But if these heroes tell their children of your story before they sleep, there will always be one ready to stand against the forces of hell. You will never suffer again, Kefka-lite, and they are waiting for you."

"Who's they?" I asked.

"Everyone you love."

Wasn't allowed to make a new character. I sat in on a few sessions, and while they didn't talk about him all the time, it was clear Imurev was mourned by everyone who knew about him.

Probably one of the most satisfying endings I've ever had.

The monk seems to be an oni judging by the horns so I assume she would be better at hitting shit with her fists.

We're playing in a low-magic medieval gothic horror setting. I don't really think that a magical cat girl is appropriate for this setting. Would you mind making a more setting-appropriate character? Thanks!

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>well, that's cute. please put on this mask so the others dont have to feel too uncomfortable when you are IC

That's cute and all but where is your GUN

Answer the question.

>The game, as it was, was as if someone had taken a well written if scatterbrained multi-universe fanfic of multiple animes, games, and cartoons, crammed it and a focus on crazy awesome into a blender, and hit puree.
Oh. Nevermind, then.

You don't NEED a gun when you have a magic sword!

If you're going to be a melee charater, then get some armor, or actual clothing

I tell them the game start date for Exalted.

I'd tell you that you're repetition of this ancient thread shows that you escaped the attention of the Nazi mod, and that you're why Veeky Forums is still shit after all that time.

>anime character in game wat do #800000

Would the OP pic fit in a /pfg/ game?

But she's a bunny girl!

Mate, this is Delta Green. What the hell is you doing?

She's a barbarian, so it's all good.