Malic Duo A.K.A Apex: Young Malic's aunt Mabel told him he was going to be something great, told him he came from good stock. She told him to walk tall like his proud mother and to share her pride, speak with authority like his law defending father and to share his authority. Above all else, he should always be proud of where he came from. Like most things from Mabel though this was just brightly colored spackle covering a bigger problem. Aunt Mabel was really just an abused wife who never had a child of her own due to the ferocity and frequency of the beatings she endured from her alcoholic husband. She needed someone to believe the lies that she'd lost the heart to believe in. In truth, Malic's mother died of a Overdose a few weeks after giving birth to him and his father is a lifer, lost in the prison system; bouncing from jailhouse to jailhouse. Once the truth came out, Malic left Mabel and made a beeline for the City. He got a job off the books, paid in cash at nights end. Turns out there's all sorts of unsightly work for people running from their name. He used that money to buy a new identity; new name, new face, new family, new him, the whole nine yards. He shed the lies of Mabel and carved himself a new lie all his own. It was all going well, his sculpted physique and rehearsed charismatic personality brought him admiration, accolades and envy. An unscrupulous man’s woman took a liking to Malic, while the unscrupulous man took a liking to the idea of post-mortem Malic. At the woman’s penthouse the couple planned to strike down Malic, but in the heat of the moment his powers surfaced. Call it a spirit animal or the physical manifestation of his desire to change but Malic became a beast of claws, fangs and fury. While the blood and viscera coagulated on his claws and the taupe accented walls; he took a new name for his new form. Apex. To forever commemorate where he was reborn and what his place in this world is. The Top. Where he stands unopposed, with no equal. Now he is brash, blunt, he wholeheartedly believes that might equals right, and he is out to enlighten the world beneath him that he is always right. Image: Malic stands tall with his just under bulky frame, ocean blue eyes and short black slicked back hair. Sharp is his preferred style of dress, If he isn’t walking under the light of the day star he prefers to walk in the skin of his apex chimera. Quote: "An appetite for destruction , quick to violence, strifeful, impatient? You say this as if it were a bad thing." Powers: Animal Transformation: Change into beasts or even Chimeric monsters of your own design! Body Adaptation: Alter the body to survive harsh environments! Weaver's Note: For all the bravado and flexing he is a boy running from a legacy of victims. Giving him the opportunity to show off or victimize peoples or groups is his catnip. Rebuke him with his short comings or compare him to his failed family members when necessary. Malic was inspired by the song "Big Cat." I have included it here for your listening pleasure.
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We're making a demo for the game! How does one make a demo for a tabletop RPG?! Start with a Dash of adventure, Stir in pre-made characters and bake with only the rules necessary to run that adventure. Set on the internet for one month and read the feedback.
A quick breakdown; It's for 2 to 6 players including a narrator. Each player chooses one character. Each character comes with a quick backstory to get a feel for them, their own unique powers, with a few tricks to get you thinking. The Adventure involves intrigue, action, twists, turns and rewards out of the box thinking. Stay tuned to the blog to keep abreast of our progress with the demo, sneak peeks of the characters, sketches of some of the art (some might just be crude concept sketches) and more about the world you'll be stepping into. Three Wolves have claimed Brooklyn as their territory. The trio echoes whispers and silences murmurs. They handle the flow of information and intelligence in the ears of the Syndicate. They are involved in the movement of resources, cash holdings and setting up schedules for workers. But what this trio truly markets is secrets. Secrets are everything to the brothers; it is their currency, their weapon of choice and their thickest armor. The wolves have done ... things to control the value of secrets and through this they seem to know what everyone in and out of the Syndicate are up to. Like puppet-masters, they can drive others to carry out their will, whether they want it or not.
Do you believe in ghosts? Do you think that the walls have ears? Do you watch for eyes peering out at you from the pitch black alley ways? Wait, before you answer, consider the apartments of those in Brooklyn, New York. In these homes, there are altars to the powers they worship and next to these shrines will be a totem of dedication, of compliance to the three wolves, to the brothers of Brooklyn. The totem comes in many forms; a doll, a painting or even a small statue. No matter the embodiment, it is always the same image. Three wolf heads coming together as one, and the center wolf with stitched over eyes. It's said that the missing eyes of the wolf haunts the city, seeking secrets and quieting rebellion. Seeking those that do not comply with the will of the three wolves. That is why the superstitious in Brooklyn display there totems. Many believe that the wandering eyes seek refuge in the blind wolf and these eyes; when housed in the totem, will see only what you allow them to see, but a home that does not bear the totem risks the wandering eyes falling anywhere and everywhere. These wandering eyes may find a home in you. So. Do you believe in ghosts? Howls in the dark alleyways that herald a disappearance? Maybe bloody tears from the stitched out eyes of a three headed wolf statue? If you still do not, welcome to the slaughterhouse. If you know better, welcome to Brooklyn. Welcome home. |
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