FFG Legendary Class contest submissions
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Mike the Brawler
Hee hee
I have not yet purchased d20 Modern (gasp! the horror!) so I'll have to take your word on the conversions, but the rest I like!
Thanks for taking the time to do this. Hmm.... give Mike a mission? Aside from drinking with his buddies and knocking out thugs, what would he be passionate about? Does he have a runaway (or recently disappeared) younger sister? Does he use his skill and new-found contacts to search for her and deal out his own brand of justice?
Does he team up with some other toughs to clean up some rancid, sordid part of town? Does he have a nemisis? Is he driven to be the best there is, searching out other brawlers to challenge them? Do the clues as to his sister's whereabouts lead him to he become a part of an illegal underground gladiator ring? Does he fall in love with a street waif/heroin addict, and make a vow to help her clean up and beat the snot out of her pimp?
Does this sound like a bad Van Damme moive?
Anyway, just some stray thoughts to flesh him out
Thanks again!
Reddist
Hee hee
I have not yet purchased d20 Modern (gasp! the horror!) so I'll have to take your word on the conversions, but the rest I like!
Thanks for taking the time to do this. Hmm.... give Mike a mission? Aside from drinking with his buddies and knocking out thugs, what would he be passionate about? Does he have a runaway (or recently disappeared) younger sister? Does he use his skill and new-found contacts to search for her and deal out his own brand of justice?
Does he team up with some other toughs to clean up some rancid, sordid part of town? Does he have a nemisis? Is he driven to be the best there is, searching out other brawlers to challenge them? Do the clues as to his sister's whereabouts lead him to he become a part of an illegal underground gladiator ring? Does he fall in love with a street waif/heroin addict, and make a vow to help her clean up and beat the snot out of her pimp?
Does this sound like a bad Van Damme moive?
Anyway, just some stray thoughts to flesh him out
Thanks again!
Reddist
Khur
Sympathy for the Devil
Re: Mike the Brawler
All seriousness aside
, excellent work Paul. I like it! I'll give it a run-through and see if it's all kosher. I have to say, I absolutely love the Catholic School background. Too cool.
Thanks!
Well, shouldn't it sound like that?reddist said:
All seriousness aside
, excellent work Paul. I like it! I'll give it a run-through and see if it's all kosher. I have to say, I absolutely love the Catholic School background. Too cool.Thanks!
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kingpaul
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Re: Re: Mike the Brawler
Thanks. I'm think that the Juxaspect would be another good candidate to be brought forward...haven't thought that completely through though. Probably in an Urban Arcana type setting. Hmmmm......Khur said:All seriousness aside
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Khur
Sympathy for the Devil
TESTOSTERONE!
Okay, on analysis Mike is still a great character, but I have a few issues. His ability scores are over the top, man. Can't the guy have some flaws or at least something resembling one? How about Str 18, Dex 16, Con 18, Int 11, Wis 11, Cha 12, or something along those lines? Yes, that means less skill points.
Another thing is the background, though admittedly fluff, is flat. A guy with these ability scores and a penchant for sports gets scholarships and All-American status. He doesn't just walk away, something bad has to happen.
Try this Paul/Reddist/Wil Upchurch goes to Texas inspired background on for size:
Born the third son of eight children to a bricklayer and a schoolteacher, Michael was raised in Erie, Pennsylvania. At the behest of his deeply religious mother, Mike went to Our Lady of Peace grade school and Erie Cathedral Preparatory School. (It was also from his mother, a Venezuelan expatriate, that Mike learned fluent Spanish.) Given the religious ambiguity of his father, Mike never got into religion, especially after being forced to go to Catholic schools his whole life.
The one thing that Mike excelled at while in school was sports. He was a member of Prep’s football and wrestling teams, and participated in boxing and kung fu outside of school. In fact, Mike won several awards due to his extraordinary prowess, including the Pennsylvania Golden Gloves, 178-pound Division. He worked with his father and taught kids martial arts in what little spare time he could find. His parents hoped he would continue on to college, preferably Notre Dame. Then it all derailed.
Mike's older sister, Sarah, was assaulted at a college party and Mike found the guys responsible. He won't talk about it, but of the four men involved in the fisticuffs, only Mike was left standing. Two went to the hospital. One went to the morgue.
Seventeen at the time, Mike was sent to juvenile detention for a year and served four more years in a prison work farm for manslaughter and felony assault charges. In prison, Mike had to fight only twice before the others left him alone. He became stronger and more of a loner during his incarceration. The shine had been taken off of life.
Mike, upon his release, separated himself from his family in his shame, and wandered the cities of America. He knew construction and was able to work in that field, sometimes he bounced for clubs, and he'd help teach at local dojos or gyms until someone found out he was a killer. He had trouble keeping jobs and became a heavy drinker in his despondence.
Finally, Mike began traveling as a pit- and shoot-fighter in the darker side of America's nightlife scene, and doing odd jobs here and there. It was a gritty way to live, but the money was decent. It was during this time that Mike began to see "unusual" things, which he chalked up to a sore head or too much Wild Turkey. Occasionally Mike righted some wrongs and butted heads with thugs and lowlifes, making himself a few enemies and straightening out a few of the downtrodden. The man's true heart always came to the fore under pressure.
During some time working as a laborer in farm country near Kansas City, Mike noticed the seedy, backwater bar he was in, called KC Mac's Pit Stop, had a cage for fights. One night Mike, weary of the life he was leading, announced that he could take anyone who dared faced him. The gauntlet thrown, of course, one of the local bruisers, Sam Comstock, took up the challenge.
Casey MacTurney, the bar owner, scheduled the bout for three days later to allow the news to draw more people to his bar. Mike and Sam faced off, but Mike beat the man down so quickly and brutally it was hardly a show. Mike claimed it was all too easy, so some of Sam's friends tried to make the braggart eat his words, but all three of them went down in minutes. A few other tough customers figured they could take Mike, now that he was tired and bruised. All said, Lindowski was able to dispatch nine people that night and didn't fall once.
Several days later, Mike got a call from MacTurney to come to the Pit Stop that night. When Mike arrived, there was a crowd waiting for him. Mike was sure they all wanted a piece of him, but found out that they were all there, including Sam Comstock, to challenge him to a drinking match. He had proven he could fight, but to win total respect Mike would have to hold his liquor.
A lake of spirits was consumed, but at the end of the night only Michael remained conscious. His challengers laid passed out on the floor, or had already been carried away by friends. Folks got to calling Mike "KC's Bull". Rumors began to fly that Mike couldn't be beaten, like he was some sort of hero, and Sam Comstock was one of his loudest supporters.
No matter where he went, including trips to Brazil and Thailand for matches, Mike regularly returned to KC Mac's Pit Stop to see his buddies and put a few of them under the table. It was on one such vacation that Mike received a letter. Mike's mother had found him; his father was dead.
At the funeral, Mike finally got what he wanted, but never expected: forgiveness. In fact, it had always been there, waiting. He didn't think to ask how his mother new to write KC's. That answer came too.
A man in a slick, grey suit, military looking with silver hair, approached Mike as he walked from the graveyard. "Sorry 'bout your loss, son, " said the man in a gravely Texas drawl, "but are ya gonna knock in heads for the rest of you're miserable time on this ball, or do ya wanna do somethin' meaningful? Ya see, I know about this boy who got sent to prison for doin' the right thing. I think a boy like that has potential...the ability to make a real difference. I also know it makes his momma real sad to see him wasting his life fightin' and picklin' his liver in hick bars. What do you think?" The pitch was followed by a long drag on a cheap cigarette.
Something stirred in Mike's soul as he locked eyes with the rugged-faced Texan. "I think you should come back after the wake. Whoever you are, you ain't invited. Come by tomorrow. We'll talk."
The stranger smiled, nodded, and walked away....
Yeah, it's melodramatic, and it hasn't got Sho Nuf, but it's still the beginning of a bad (good?) Van Damme movie.
Anyway, how about one of Mike's quotes,
"C'mon! Nuns at my grade school hit harder than that!"
Okay, on analysis Mike is still a great character, but I have a few issues. His ability scores are over the top, man. Can't the guy have some flaws or at least something resembling one? How about Str 18, Dex 16, Con 18, Int 11, Wis 11, Cha 12, or something along those lines? Yes, that means less skill points.
Another thing is the background, though admittedly fluff, is flat. A guy with these ability scores and a penchant for sports gets scholarships and All-American status. He doesn't just walk away, something bad has to happen.
Try this Paul/Reddist/Wil Upchurch goes to Texas inspired background on for size:
Born the third son of eight children to a bricklayer and a schoolteacher, Michael was raised in Erie, Pennsylvania. At the behest of his deeply religious mother, Mike went to Our Lady of Peace grade school and Erie Cathedral Preparatory School. (It was also from his mother, a Venezuelan expatriate, that Mike learned fluent Spanish.) Given the religious ambiguity of his father, Mike never got into religion, especially after being forced to go to Catholic schools his whole life.
The one thing that Mike excelled at while in school was sports. He was a member of Prep’s football and wrestling teams, and participated in boxing and kung fu outside of school. In fact, Mike won several awards due to his extraordinary prowess, including the Pennsylvania Golden Gloves, 178-pound Division. He worked with his father and taught kids martial arts in what little spare time he could find. His parents hoped he would continue on to college, preferably Notre Dame. Then it all derailed.
Mike's older sister, Sarah, was assaulted at a college party and Mike found the guys responsible. He won't talk about it, but of the four men involved in the fisticuffs, only Mike was left standing. Two went to the hospital. One went to the morgue.
Seventeen at the time, Mike was sent to juvenile detention for a year and served four more years in a prison work farm for manslaughter and felony assault charges. In prison, Mike had to fight only twice before the others left him alone. He became stronger and more of a loner during his incarceration. The shine had been taken off of life.
Mike, upon his release, separated himself from his family in his shame, and wandered the cities of America. He knew construction and was able to work in that field, sometimes he bounced for clubs, and he'd help teach at local dojos or gyms until someone found out he was a killer. He had trouble keeping jobs and became a heavy drinker in his despondence.
Finally, Mike began traveling as a pit- and shoot-fighter in the darker side of America's nightlife scene, and doing odd jobs here and there. It was a gritty way to live, but the money was decent. It was during this time that Mike began to see "unusual" things, which he chalked up to a sore head or too much Wild Turkey. Occasionally Mike righted some wrongs and butted heads with thugs and lowlifes, making himself a few enemies and straightening out a few of the downtrodden. The man's true heart always came to the fore under pressure.
During some time working as a laborer in farm country near Kansas City, Mike noticed the seedy, backwater bar he was in, called KC Mac's Pit Stop, had a cage for fights. One night Mike, weary of the life he was leading, announced that he could take anyone who dared faced him. The gauntlet thrown, of course, one of the local bruisers, Sam Comstock, took up the challenge.
Casey MacTurney, the bar owner, scheduled the bout for three days later to allow the news to draw more people to his bar. Mike and Sam faced off, but Mike beat the man down so quickly and brutally it was hardly a show. Mike claimed it was all too easy, so some of Sam's friends tried to make the braggart eat his words, but all three of them went down in minutes. A few other tough customers figured they could take Mike, now that he was tired and bruised. All said, Lindowski was able to dispatch nine people that night and didn't fall once.
Several days later, Mike got a call from MacTurney to come to the Pit Stop that night. When Mike arrived, there was a crowd waiting for him. Mike was sure they all wanted a piece of him, but found out that they were all there, including Sam Comstock, to challenge him to a drinking match. He had proven he could fight, but to win total respect Mike would have to hold his liquor.
A lake of spirits was consumed, but at the end of the night only Michael remained conscious. His challengers laid passed out on the floor, or had already been carried away by friends. Folks got to calling Mike "KC's Bull". Rumors began to fly that Mike couldn't be beaten, like he was some sort of hero, and Sam Comstock was one of his loudest supporters.
No matter where he went, including trips to Brazil and Thailand for matches, Mike regularly returned to KC Mac's Pit Stop to see his buddies and put a few of them under the table. It was on one such vacation that Mike received a letter. Mike's mother had found him; his father was dead.
At the funeral, Mike finally got what he wanted, but never expected: forgiveness. In fact, it had always been there, waiting. He didn't think to ask how his mother new to write KC's. That answer came too.
A man in a slick, grey suit, military looking with silver hair, approached Mike as he walked from the graveyard. "Sorry 'bout your loss, son, " said the man in a gravely Texas drawl, "but are ya gonna knock in heads for the rest of you're miserable time on this ball, or do ya wanna do somethin' meaningful? Ya see, I know about this boy who got sent to prison for doin' the right thing. I think a boy like that has potential...the ability to make a real difference. I also know it makes his momma real sad to see him wasting his life fightin' and picklin' his liver in hick bars. What do you think?" The pitch was followed by a long drag on a cheap cigarette.
Something stirred in Mike's soul as he locked eyes with the rugged-faced Texan. "I think you should come back after the wake. Whoever you are, you ain't invited. Come by tomorrow. We'll talk."
The stranger smiled, nodded, and walked away....
Yeah, it's melodramatic, and it hasn't got Sho Nuf, but it's still the beginning of a bad (good?) Van Damme movie.
Anyway, how about one of Mike's quotes,
"C'mon! Nuns at my grade school hit harder than that!"
kingpaul
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Re: TESTOSTERONE!
I like it. I just wanted to get something out as an example. Now, I hope I don't have Wade mad at me for playing around, but here's another example.Khur said:Another thing is the background, though admittedly fluff, is flat. A guy with these ability scores and a penchant for sports gets scholarships and All-American status. He doesn't just walk away, something bad has to happen.
Try this Paul/Reddist/Wil Upchurch goes to Texas inspired background on for size:
<...snip...>
Yeah, it's melodramatic, and it hasn't got Sho Nuf, but it's still the beginning of a bad (good?) Van Damme movie.
Anyway, how about one of Mike's quotes,
"C'mon! Nuns at my grade school hit harder than that!"
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