CircleRelay
CircleRelay
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FORMAT
You know the drill by now. The CircleRelay proceeds as follows:
- The first person comes up with the theme for the group, ideally fairly broad. It's perfectly fine to leave the second person to fill in the small details. They don't need to be an actual Circle of Exalts, but can be defined in that way if desired.
- The second person comes up with a character within that theme, usually defining it further in the process. The characters should roughly follow the template given below, but no statistics! This is fluff, not crunch. It's considered good form to finish your entry with a lead-in for the next one, giving a way in which the characters interact.
- The third, fourth and fifth people follow suit, creating entries in a similar fashion.
- The sixth person, on creating the sixth character, archives the present Relay and selects a theme for the next one.
Character Name -Contributor Name
- Type of Exalted
- Caste
Appearance
Defining traits (strong stats, charms, etc.)
Weaknesses (social problems, enemies, etc.)
Theme: SO FULL OF HATE!!!
Drowning Sun - Paincake
- Solar Exalt
- Zenith
Born of middling stock, middling wealth, and middling ability, Drowning Sun never felt exceptional. His parents worked, his friends were poorer or richer. His life was boring. His family lost their wealth, but not all of it, and his life was no more or less full for the loss of money. When he was 16 he woke one day, a day like any other, and realized the trappings of the world all around him, he saw the chains of the world. His heart filled to bursting with hate, then filled past bursting, filled beyond mortal capacity, to the ultimate pinnacle of being. His Exaltation left his town disorganized and easy pickings for the Realm's retaliation against his 'New Society.' Though Drowning Sun has been gifted with the voice of his patron deity and the strength of his rage is unrivaled, there is precious little thinker or tactician in him and he lost his small city within a few months of his exaltation. The Unconquered Sun has guided him to the borders of Creation to find his soul-mate, a Lunar somewhat more experienced with social experimentation...
Don't-Piss-If-You-Can't-See-Where-It'll-Land - Han'ya
- Lunar Exalt
- Changing Moon
Known across the breadth of the Silver Pact for the sheer, breathtaking depth of his cynicism, Don't-Piss-If-You-Can't-See-Where-It'll-Land has been very quiet for a Moonchild of his age (he recently did not celebrate his 206th birthday). As a perfectionist, he has taken great pains and moved very slowly to be absolutely sure of the integrity of his experiments in societal engineering. As the semi-mythical founder of the Sable Federation, a nation at the Eastern edge of Creation, he has moved very carefully over the past century and a half to engineer his chosen people. No other Thousand Streams River experiment within three thousand miles approaches its blatant amorality or its savagery in combat. Very few countries will sweep down from the mountains, take entire villages prisoner, and then send diplomatic convoys to return the meticulously mutilated bodies as a warning. Even fewer will be intimidating enough while doing so to terrify the nation in question into amicability. Don't-Piss-If-You-Can't-See-Where-It'll-Land does not socialize much with other Lunars, as he is thoroughly sick of hearing people criticize his vision. He is more concerned with creating a state that offers the Fair Folk and the Terrestrial spirit courts no foothold in mortal life than creating a happy palace of rainbows. Even that is only one part of his overarching plan for Creation, as he is currently nurturing other projects that will eventually be integrated or connected with the Sable Federation, the cornerstone of his ambitions. Don't-Piss-If-You-Can't-See-Where-It'll-Land hates the Fae, hates the shamelessly corrupt and divisive spirit courts, really just hates most of everything that exists, from his fellow Lunars (a bunch of stone-banging primitives who couldn't deserve their shards less) to nearly all humans outside of the Sable Confederacy (a rabble of muddy-headed, unfocused, pathetic livestock) to the returning Solars (what, you think you can solve all the world's problems with factory-cathedrals and Heart-Compelling Method?). The Sable Confederacy is as much a refuge and a haven for him as it is a Thousand Streams River experiment. He is, to say the least, not enchanted by his Solar mate's idealistic visions for Creation, his personality, his impulsive rashness, or, quite frankly, his gender. He would much rather spend his time attending to the troubling yet fascinating obstacle to his plans self-identified as...
Character Name -Contributor Name
- Type of Exalted
- Caste
Voxbox
Previous Themes:
- Forest Priests (old Character Relay)
- Ice Walkers (old Character Relay)
- Starter Theme
- Romantically Challenged Circle
- Followers of a Non-Silver Pact Lunar
- Hold on... what?
- Scruffy River Pirates
- Traveling Entertainers
- The Sigur Brothers!
- Council of the Endless Chase
- Unwanted Suitors
- Can we Borrow a Cup of Essence?
- Chain Gangers
