The All-Important Cameo Thread!

Anyone who wants a one-or-two-scene cameo in my upcoming fic, post a paragraph or two about your character's appearance and personality in this thread.

And whoever I like the most becomes my world's Living One!

 

Many who feel restless wander the earth, seeking new sights and adventures or a place away from the throngs and bustle of city life. One such is Thomas Ruthar, former mercenary, and current lone gunman. Looking to be only in his twenties, Thomas is actually thirty-four. His calm and collected aura hides an unstable, depression-prone man who has been unable to find a place in the world. The fact that he is a master marksman and beyaond competent with a rapier gives him no satisfation in the face of the terrible evnts of his youth, most notably the death of his wife weeks after their marriage. He does his best to help those who are honest and in need, but despises politicians and cities.

He stands just under six feet tall and wears a green tunic with brown leggings and a blue cloak. His hair is blond, his eyes grey, and he shaves scrupulously. On his right leg hangs a revolver it's handle inlaid with silver, and on his left a ornately worked rapier made by his grandfather. He is a long distance runner and generally travels at a pace which makes it difficult for other to keep up. His worn backpack containsn food and spare shot, and around his neck is a locket with the portait of his dead wife.

 

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Grossenschwaum

Demon

Gorgoth's long lost cousin, he is about fifteen feet tall, blue, and looks quite like Gorgoth. Then again, all demons look alike.
Grossenschwaum travels Arcanum in an endless search for more "company." However, being a demon, he wears no clothes, and therefore has no pockets in which to carry money. Nearly banished to The Void in the Age of Legends, Nasrudin and the Elven Council deemed him unworthy of their time, deciding that a fifteen foot tall blue pervert was a threat only to those who put out for nothing.
Capable of holding conversations, some moderately intelligent, it does not take long for Grossenschwaum to vocally amble towards the more carnal aspect of his being, i.e. why he's alive. He is known to adventure with certain groups of people, be they journeymen or a traveling brothel. He will grow impatient with his "companions" should they not submit to his will and give him some, or get him some. Many have seen him haunt the locus of Madam Lil's in Tarant, window shopping through holes he made in the wall with his face. Very old, and quite powerful, his wisdom is surpassed only by his inability to be satisfied.

 

I nominate a character from a small series I wrote a few years ago.
(It's lost now. sniff...)

Marie Annette Deveraux
Race: City Elf
Age 100+
Gender: female


Marie has auburn hair, light green, upturned eyes, thin nose, and thinning lips. She has a twelve-point star tattooed onto the back of her right hand as a sign of being an outcast from her clan. She was born sterile. She was a research scientist whose latent powers caught the attention of a lesser angel who promptly began using her as a lab rat.

Marie posesses a higher than average IQ for an elf, but has a lower muscle density due to generations of city life. Highly adaptable, will kill only for food or if there is absolutely no other way out of a situation. She has involuntary interdimentional teleportation with a 6 to 30 day interval depending upon the number of large lifeforms within a few miles of her.

Near-regenerative healing powers for herself, very strong for others, but unable to cure genetic disorders or break most curses. Keen telempathy up to a quarter mile - can distinguish types of lifeforms and gender based upon their emotional "Feel". Very strong emotional transmitter. Her most powerful talent is Fear - which causes blind terror in any creature that has emotions. The range is pinpoint to half-mile diameter.

She also has an ability I called Halo. She can draw vast amounts of energy to her, channel it along the outside of her body and create a glow at the point where it's allowed to escape. Good as a source of light, but even better when channeled through a clear-steel dagger she acquired towards the end. The clear-steel attenuated the energy and created a light-saber, of sorts.

She can use mechanical and vacuum-tube technology, but her magic aura destroys solid-state circuitry and drains batteries within a four-foot radius. Thirty foot radius during a teleport.

All her other abilities waxed and waned as the angel, the teleportation, and injuries sustained constantly messed with her head.

Last seen dressed in a homespun "priest" robe, with a large heavily-loaded military backpack, brown squaw-boot moccasins, and accompanied by a three foot long greenish-iridecent four-legs-plus-wings mini-dragon named Sareous. (He rides on the bedroll and does not breathe fire. Likes rotting fish, though)
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*blink blink* Wow, there's some weird stuff here.

Vorak already knows the plans for other Vorak. (Heh..)

The rock is just... disturbing. I'm not sure if I can even fathom the rock.

Marie (with slightly toned-down powers) would be perfect for a couple of scenes I have planned in Vendigroth. (Man, the Vendigroth section is gonna be SO COOL!)

Grossenschwaum is just... DUDE! Even if he does turn up, it won't be very long... I can't see many of my characters tolerating for any period of time longer than it takes to charge up a RaFoie...

Thomas Ruthar is my current favourite for the position of Living One.

Lepyl Lorane would be an exceptionally good foil for a couple of my characters.

 

Thanks for the praise about Marie. Given that her powers did fluctuate a bit - I had them tied into her monthly cycle - feel free to adjust her in any way she'll work best for you.

After all.... She is adaptable.

 

To be honest, even given your criteria, I didn't feel like making something that would actually be a major part of the story. I wanted to make someone weird enough to catch people's attention, maybe give a few laughs, then storm off because he didn't get any.
Aside from that, was that a Phantasy Star reference?

 

Happy Charlie the Monkey Tamer.

He sits there on his cages, showing off the beasts he's tamed. He seems quite content with himself, his tall frame shimmers in the sun as the subtle wind sweeps his blonde hair from side to side. His black leather armour bears a strange array of pale stains and scratches.

A curious passerby asks how he tames such ferocious beats as monkeys.

He replies curtly: "I spank them....I spank my monkeys..."

 

Of course, my spirit is present in every Vorpal Bunny that your adventurers might encounter and especially in Bunny, the girl at Madam Lil's. But here goes my character.

Name: Lily Smith
Age: 16
Status: Dead

Lily is a ghost. She's been dead for 20 years when the characters find her while tomb raiding (probably as part of a quest). They got the wrong tomb, and now they can't get rid of little Lily, who would pop up every now and then to make pesky comments (like "The world is made of only two basic substances: magic and bullshit... Oh, wait, they're the same thing!" and "One man's technology is another man's magic. Poison."), which, of course, are meant to annoy the magickal members of the party. With no particular alignment, it is believed that she died because of magic poorly performed on her (probably Geoffrey's doing, since he's quite cruel and such a chicken at times), and that's why she's so bitter towards it.

 

Bunny, I LOVE that!! I have the feeling that if my characters could just get her to Geoffrey, there'd be some serious chaos. Something for Cyril to do while Kassie's in Vendigroth...

The rock is interesting. I may or may not use it. I dunno.

And yeah, Gross, that was indeed a PSO reference. I've been uber-levelling my FOmar Cyril, so I posted it for the sheer hell of it.

 

*raised eyebrow*

Sol, meet Tolly. Tolly, meet Sol. Tolly, play nice.

Tell me, how effective do you think Black Necromancy would be against an entire swarm of strange rat-cat beasts? Last count it was... almost 600 in the swarm.

 

Well, even if you DON'T put "Grossenschwaum" into your story, I can't imagine an Arcanum without a box of hands. I'm actually wondering if editing the dialogue for the Whyte Church murders to allow for a few missing hands would be an awesome idea. It is, of course.
However, I think that one night out in the wilderness while travelling between towns should be graced by something which is more nuisance than menace (i.e. a big blue demon). But, if that's not the case...
Heinrich Bronze-Feet
3'10"
Red beard, blond hair
Age-278
A dwarf with very strong features, albeit scarred from head to toe due to a lifetime of battles and an unfortunate chronic clumsiness. While highly intelligent, Heinrich is not one for words, the reason being his larynx was destroyed by a rampant shard from an exploding steam engine. He is quite adept at metalworking and inventing; he is the sole source of all machined gauntlets in Arcanum, as well as several other devices deemed superfluous by the dwarves. One of his quotes while he could still speak was, "If you can't heft a pick, you're not worth the salt in your sweat."
Very much involved in dwarven tradition and "philosophy", he is loath to accept his injury, or another's help in communication. He tried to make an artificial "voice box", but today's limited technologies would require him to have recorded everything he would ever say on cylinder phonographs before he was ever handicapped. He starts his quest to find new ways of communication, as well as some well needed excitement in contrast to his years of inventing in the mountains.

 

*blinkblink*

Hey, Heinrich would actually BENIFIT from the stuff certain characters have to offer! *evil grin* Oh, this is gonna be fun.