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Croaker

Vampire Berzerker

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Grahf, as played by RolePlayGateway

Groups

The original Gae Ceann: An exclusive club of paranormal and normal entities which are brought together for their love of one another, their motorbikes and the underground crime world.

Description

Physical Description
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Appearance
Hair: Light blonde
Eyes: Pale blue
Skin Tone: Pale
Body type: Slender, toned.
Unique Features: Unhingable jaw.

Name
Unknown

Nickname
Croaker

Race
Vampire

Class
Berzerker

Visual Age
Mid 20s


Factual Age
250

Gender
Male

Sexual Orientation
Hetero

PERSONALITY

Personality Description
Deeply broken. Croaker is a perfect front-line soldier, willing to do what must be done to accomplish whatever goals set before him. Lack of self-preservation and a vast pool of rage make for a true Berzerker. Croaker has lived long enough to see some shit, but not so long that he is bored with things, making for a fun mixture of power and such.


Goal
Bloodshed.

EQUIPMENT


Clothing/Armor
Croaker wears fairly standard combat gear with a hooded overcoat to keep the sun off.


Abilities
Malleable Form- The ability to alter shape and density at will. Unlike true 'shape-shifting' this ability does not require an object/being to emulate. At times this ability is viewed as the 'vampire mist' some hunters claim to witness. It also may have some root in the 'bat form' attributed to vampires.

Enhanced healing- most light wounds seal themselves almost instantly while higher grade wounds knit themselves back together wthout leaving a scar in a fraction of the norml healing time. Unconfirmed but it might be possible for the subject to regeerate missing limbs.

Skills
Combat- Be it armed or unarmed Croaker has skill. Training and practice over 200 years has granted him a mastery over things that cause harm. Croaker can turn battle and killing into a thing almost beautiful in it's horror.

Augmenations/Mutations
Descorp Nanite Injection. (Active/Downloading)
Mark of Khorne- Right palm.

Weapons
Name: Dragon's Claws
Type: Claw
Information: Dual sets of hand mounted claws.

Name: Franchi SPAS-12
Type: Shotgun
Ammo: 12 Gauge Shells 30 round drum.
Information:
Weight-4.4 kg (8.75 lb)
Length-1041 mm (41 in), stock extended
Barrel length-546 mm (22 in)
Misc: Red-Dot sight, Extended Choke, Formatted to be full auto.

Name: BMW R75
Type: Motorcycle with Side-Car.
Ammo: Side-Car has been altered into a mobile 8.8 cm Pak 43 cannon, it fires PzGr. 39/43 APCBC-HE shells (Armour Piercing Capped with Ballistic Cap - High Explosive).
Misc. The body of the motorcycle has been beefed up- extra armor plates to protect the fuel tank and newer age metals used to strengthen the body.

Equipment
SAPI Vest, Stab Proof lined clothing. Steel toed boots.

Stats 1-10
STRENGTH: 9
WILLPOWER: 5
AGILITY: 9
DEXTERITY: 6
TOUGHNESS: 7
INTELIGENCE: 4


HISTORY


Bio/History
Croaker spent his life before the change as a soldier for hire- it was the only job paying well at the time. He survived a number of battles, quite a feat back then...medical standards were still at the 'sickness is caused by demons' level, and quickly rose in the ranks. However, he lacked the level head to handle politics...so he was just as often demoted. In time he reached a state of equilibrium...right out front swinging a sword into someone's neck.

Years passed. Battles fought. Wars rages and died. Croaker got bored.

When the stranger came to him in the night with an offer of something new he practicaly jumped at the chance. He should have waited to hear the rest. The taking was painful, Croaker's heart refused to stop beating- his spirit too strong to break under the vampire's kiss. His change took days. Days filled with screaming and thrashing. It was horrible.

In the end Croaker rose again. Changed and forever broken. His mind ravaged by the horrors of the change. He is the Berzerker...

UPDATE- The Blood-God Khorne has taken interest in Croaker, taking him to be one of his champions.

So begins...

Croaker's Story

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Croaker The door opens slightly, letting in a brief breath of wind and the faint smell of something burning. Small bits of refuse sneak in through the gap- bits of paper and the like, maybe a candy wrapper, it doesn't matter..what DOES matter is the black mist that crept in with the trash. Without smell, without taste...death had slipped into Gambits once again. This time who could say if it would leave a mark. Drifting about at foot level, slipping through gaps and under tables- one would need to be actively looking for it to notice the faint darkness. Croaker had arrived.

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Croaker The black mist moves about the room, shifting direction and doing it's best to avoid being stepped on and the like. It wouldn't hurt so much as be awkward. You try having a foot through some portion of your body. Tell me that's not an odd feeling. Small points of light, crimson in color begin forming through it's mass..all seeming to point at the bickering...pile?

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Croaker Croaker wanders in, already half drunk. He had been at a pre-party...party. This was a poor decision. But hey. He didn't give a shit. He was only here because supposedly there was some kinda gold reward he could get..for just being there...and a vampire. Who would say no to that, right?

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Croaker The vampire blinks at the rather rustic look of the place, it looked like somethin outa a fantasy novel. Whatever. "Bring on th' WENCHES!"
Coraker leans heavily against a table, letting his bladed claws tap against the wood for a moment. Eyes sweeping the crowd he tried to figure out who looked richest, as they would most likely have his reward. Or be easiest to rob. Whatever.

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Croaker Looking over the man, Ix, Croaker narrowed his eyes. "Get out of my face. Before I end you." he was not impressed. And he was drunk. So, whatever. He raised a hand and tapped the long blades on Ix's chest. "Now scoot."

Croaker doesn't care that Ix is a bouncer or whatever. He was here to get his gold and possibly get drunk-er. If ugly here had an issue...well, Croaker would help him solve it.

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Croaker He then got bored and wandered away. Ix seemed to be at a loss for words..or something.

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Croaker He wandered in, scratching his arm where the nanite injection had taken place. The after effects still had him feeling woozy, so a drink was in order. Making his way to the bar he pounds on the wood and bellows for ale or something. Also wenches. Why not?

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Character Portrait: Saya Mauthos Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Croaker Character Portrait: Serianata Sorrow

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Serianata and Faindir observed the two new comers, the gaunt masked man looking cautious and suspicious, the large larger warrior simply curious as they looked them up and down, sizing them up casually.

Serianata grunted quietly and turned back to his small drink while the larger of the two, turned his bulk right around on his stool with a large pitcher in one rune covered gauntleted hand.

"Fair travelers and locals!" The large red skinned warrior boomed in a thick scottish accent, causing his companion to wince and grumble. "What brings ye to this fine little watering hole on this fine evening?"

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Croaker Blinking at the pair, seeing double for a moment- four men was a lot of men, Croaker figured drinking was a bad idea. Rather than respond to the speaker he rummages about in a pocket of his grubby pants a moment before fishing out a small baggy of some herbs, a pipe and a box of matches. After packing his pipe and getting it started he finally speaks, "Got ma booster, they claim the shot will make us gods, all the powers of the night in broad daylight. What do I know though..."

With a shrug he puffs his pipe some before popping it out and pointing it at the pair with one eye squinted up, "What about you two? Out on a date?" a grin.

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Faindir gave a sharp but hearty laugh before patting his companion on the back. "Oh nay, as romantic as hunting great world destroying Wyrms in the forest may be, he's not my type!" Serianata glanced sourly over at Faindir while continuing to ignore everyone, pulling out a notebook and writing in it, his staff leaning against him as he leaned over the book as Faindir smiled broadly. "Oh and if you could tell me, friend, what is this shot you speak of? I assume it is of medical nature? 'Tis quite a claim to make to say that a simple needle will give god-hood!"

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Croaker Rolling up his sleeve he shows off the small black spot on his right bicep- in time it would fade, 'least that was what the Descorp people had told him. "This baby. Them folks from Descorp, ones what set up those big guns in the woods n'all, they came into town and set up this tent. Form up in the line and you can get a shot they say will make you immune to fire, the sun and silver. Plus, if you find something that DOES hurt..it won't the next time you come across it. They say there are little robots or some mess crawlin about in the shots, they learn stuff...and protect ya."

He puts the pipe end back in his mouth, puffing out a few dense clouds before drawing it out to wave it about in agitation, "Way I sees it I can see the beaches at noon again, I can do as I please...Them solar weapons those soldier boys carry won't do diddly no more. Us of the night got a new bright future ahead of us...heh. Bright." he puts the pipe back in and grins at his pun.

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Faindir nodded slowly, still smiling even though his eyes seemed to become less cheery, more calculating. "Oh... Thats fascinating laddie."
Serianata mean while had perked up, turning to observe the vampire as he spoke, his deep grey eyes drawn to the dark blotch before it was covered up. "Tell me..." He spoke up through his large metal half mask covering his jaw and nose, his voice sounding mechanical. "Where might I find this tent? These nanites strike me as fascinating..." His gray eyes darted up to meet Croaker's the cold pale irises seeming to bore into him as he turned to face him, taking his staff in one hand.

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Croaker A nod towards the doors, and a vague hand gesture, "Right outside, hell you probably walked past them to come in here, you blind sacks. Hard to miss the big guys with the fancy guns, Chimera they are called I hear- less man than monster under all that armor Im told."

He puffs out a bit more smoke before reaching for his herbs to pack in a fresh batch, the stuff went fast, but it was nice to smoke. "Honestly though, I don't know, seems kinda odd. They aren't even chargin fer the shots. You just walk up and BAM! You're immune to bad shit. No coin, no questions." he shrugs again, "Gift horse though, never check it's teeth. Just ride it."

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Serianata stood and bowed slightly towards Croaker. "Thank you for the directions." He said in his cold mechanical voice before making eye contact with Faindir and nodding to him before making his exit, staff in hand and cloak tightly wrapped about himself.
Faindir grunted and waved at Serianata's back, speaking in an alien tongue and frowning before turning back to Croaker. "So, stranger, whats your name?" He extended his hand with another wide smile. "I'm Faindir."

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Croaker Watching the one man leave he frowns, something told him things were about to become complicated elsewhere. The town square with it's medical tent and line of waiting vampires would most likely be worth looking in on. His attention snaps back to the other man and the offered hand, "Croaker, they call me. Seein as I cause thems that cross me to..well..croak I think it's fitting."

He gestured with his two busy hands at the offered shake, one held the pipe, the other packed in the fragrant bits of herb and such. Truth was he didn't feel much like touching this fellows hand, had a feeling these men were wearing more masks than the ones on they faces- had no proof or anything, but living as long as he had, trusting the gut was a safe bet.

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Character Portrait: Saya Mauthos Character Portrait: Winne Rineswurth Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Croaker Character Portrait: Serianata Sorrow

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The television in the corner suddenly began to play the ever catchy, and somewhat dramatic, TERRACAST jingle, as the logo presented itself full screen. The face of Winne Rineswurth faded in.

She began her report as always, naming herself and her location. The reporter was in Hipsterville today. In the background, people milled around and poked in and out of Galaxy Cupcakes. Plaster and some debris littered the ground. The cause of damage was explained to be a large crash to the north. The camera aimed skyward to show the smoke trail, which was quickly spreading to haze out the skies over Wing City.

The Terracast logo and jingle appeared on screen after Winne prodded the public's mind, and signed off. A few customers around the tavern murmured in speculation, two older gentlemen at the bar already waging in jest whether the ship was Aschen or Taiyou.

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Faindir chuckled and rested a hand on the pommel of the sword at his waist, "Aye I can see the logic behind that friend. What sort of dealings do you dabble in my vamparical friend?"
He asked his question absently while gazing at the television set, mildly interested by the Terracast report before looking back to Croaker still smiling heartily and taking a sip from his drink.

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Croaker "Mostly strong-arm stuff lately, coin is coin though they say, so 'bout anything that lets me use me hands Im game fer." he stuffs the baggy away into his pocket, striking a new match to re-fire his pipe before continuing, "I mean, Im not so rich I'll pass up an honest work, but folks tend to shy from the likes of me, so it's back to the wars and such."

Puff. Puff. "What about you and your absent date? You seem mighty well armed for passers by, and you don't smell local. Might you be a couple a hunters, likes them that tried to rough this joint up in the past?"

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Faindir nodded as Croaker spoke, placing his drink back on the counter where it was refilled by the tender. "Well I find a bit of honest work nothing to avoid. Aye, I even find it enjoyable." He chuckled and picked his drink back up while rolling his shoulders. "As for Serianata and myself... We were indeed out hunting, though not for any of the local beasties." He leaned forward grinning wide with a spark of excitement in his eye, "We were out hunting for the legendary Tyrant Wyrms, the terrible world eaters. Managed to corner one of the blighters and kill it. We just stopped by here for a breather and are lookin' for a means to get the bloody huge carcass out of the woods." He sniffs and takes a sip of his drink raising an eyebrow. "There's a big bounty on the bastards if you're interested. Could get a party together and go huntin' in the mires. The whoe woods is crawling with the monsters."

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Croaker Bounty? That was like getting paid to do stuff he liked! How scary could a Worm be anyway? He obviously had no idea that there was more than one way to spell the word, or that some meanings were much worse than others. "Shall I fetch a few parakeets?" he burst out laughing, slapping one hand against his knee as he did. Croaker wasn't a smart man, but he had fun.

"How much coin we talkin? I like to know if Im gettin out of bed for a drink or a whole meal.." chuckles still shook him, the idea...a hunting party for some worms. Fishing must be important to these folks.

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Faindir chuckled but seemed a little perplexed at the joke Croaker had made, not understanding that Croaker had misunderstood. "Yes well... I suppose? I'm afraid I don't quite get your humor lad..." He took a long drought from his drink and cleared his throat, swirling the mugs contents a little. "As for the price of a Wyrm, that depends on how big the bastard is... Your average Wyrmling will still fetch a pretty penny I assure you." Faindir chuckled with a wink. "The prize is of course up for discussion but because of the nature of the buyers... Well lets just say they reward with raw goods." He belched loudly and cleared his throat again, putting the mug back down on the counter and leaning forwards. "A single healthy Wyrmling's head will fetch you three gold ingots or something of equivalent value. And considering they travel in packs of at least five..." He shrugged with a broad smile, leaning back to pick his mug up once more. "I think you can do the maths lad."

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Croaker Gold, Gold Ingots. That was quite a pretty penny, all for a worm!? Croaker was in. He was more than sure he could handle some wiggling bugs, no matter the size. He was in for a surprise. "Sign me up. Im more than ready to make that kinda money."

He had no idea. None. This was a bad idea, one of the worst. But he was prone to making bad decisions, after all...he was a berserker by trade. Running at the enemy while yelling was a poor trade when one thought on it. Good thing Croaker did little heavy thinking. "When do we leave?"

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Character Portrait: Maedos Judgement Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Croaker

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Faindir raised his brows then laughed loudly, downing the last of his drink and moving around to smack Croaker firmly on the back with a friendly grin. "Ah thats the spirit laddie!! We can leave right now if yah like friend, the wyrm we bagged was a real biggun and there're probably more comin' 'round to check out what offed it!" He turned around and bellowed down the Tavern to a woman sitting in front of the fire with a battle axe resting next to her. "Ay Maedos! We're 'eadin' off get your plum rump movin' lass!"
The woman responded by raising her middle finger at the warrior and standing, picking her axe up and sheathing it on her back, approaching.
Faindir turned back to Croaker with an excited grin and patted him on the shoulder. "C'mon lad, Serianata's probably organized something to claim whatever we've hauled!"

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Croaker Eyeing the woman and her axe a moment he grins, nothing like a warrior woman- they knew how to party. This one seemed the strong silent type, or maybe she just appeared that way in contrast to her babbling ally. Dude liked to talk. Croaker didn't mind, he could listen, it didn't cost anything. Moving from the bar he rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck, the nanites in his system must have settled down as he was feeling better. "Alright, alright. Do I need to bring anything special? Pack a lunch or what-have-you. I gots me weapons, other than the natural ones, already."

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Character Portrait: Maedos Judgement Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Croaker

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"Anything that you think will crack through six inches of bone plate armor and scales should do the trick." Maedos said as she approached, rolling her shoulders and adjusting one of the runed steel bracers on her forearms while looking the vampire up and down with a slight scowl not seeming to exactly approve of him for some reason before turning to Faindir, looking up with the towering man being a full head taller than her. "If he gets killed during this haul, you're cleaning up the mess."
She briskly walked away, adjusting the cloak wrapped around her neck and opened the Tavern door, motioning with her head for Faindir and Croaker to move. "C'mon lad, Serianata'll meet us in the woods no doubt!" The large red skinned man said happily, patting Croaker on the shoulder hard as he made for the door.