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Character Creation Guide

Post by Ex249 on Wed Jan 11, 2017 6:37 pm

Creating a character is ezpz m8.

Here's an example of how Ex made Kyd Wykkyd from his first ever roleplay, and why he is a bad character.


Original sheet from the old site:

Name: Kyd Wykkyd

Gender: male

Power: teleportation/invisibility

Weapons and Attacks used: Fades in and out of the world, slowly driving his victims mad, also teleporting and slowly picking his enemies off with his two knives, teleporting mid swing/stab to skyways hit his opponents. Very stealth kills.

Alliances (select one of the groups shown below): First sons

Brief History: still learning his powers, a teenager who was in the empire city blast was quickly swept up by the first sons and trained by Kessler's scientists. He was given a sector of the historic district to see how his powers were evolving. He seemed to be going insane. He grew more and more insane, eventually using fear to control his district, he was a feared member of the first sons. But, Kessler had stronger conduits watching him at all times from far away. He also plays a trumpet, he learned in school.

Appearance:

Karmic Rank: (select from neutral, hero, or inFamous): inFamous

Personality: He had a knack for reading creepypasta before the blast, and his new powers let him become one. He has been called many things since the blast, his favorite is Kyd Wykkyd, and he prefers it. He was driven to a point of insanity, a possible side affect of teleportation or just a side affect of ray field radiation. He can be found sine days during on a random rooftop playing trumpet, he seems very good at it, and often calms people down despite him being a psycho killer. He can function normally in conversation, but his insanity shows in battles and when he is overly emotional (too happy, sad, angry).

And now the translation into the new character sheet

Ex's Shame:

Name: Kyd Wykkyd (Jossepi Corleone)

Age: [tbh it was however old I was at the time]

DOB: April 19th

Appearance: Imagine Deadpool, but half his mask is red, half black with a jester mask

Are you a Conduit?
Yes

Powers: Teleportation
invisibility

Power Abilities: Fades in and out of the world, slowly driving his victims mad, also teleporting and slowly picking his enemies off with his two knives, teleporting mid swing/stab to skyways hit his opponents. Very stealth kills.

Skills: Acrobatics/Flexibility
Knife Proficiency
Trumpet Playing
being lolsorandumb


Equipment: Trumpet and Knives
Personality: He had a knack for reading creepypasta before the blast, and his new powers let him become one. He has been called many things since the blast, his favorite is Kyd Wykkyd, and he prefers it. He was driven to a point of insanity, a possible side affect of teleportation or just a side affect of ray field radiation. He can be found sine days during on a random rooftop playing trumpet, he seems very good at it, and often calms people down despite him being a psycho killer. He can function normally in conversation, but his insanity shows in battles and when he is overly emotional (too happy, sad, angry).

Biography: still learning his powers, a teenager who was in the empire city blast was quickly swept up by the first sons and trained by Kessler's scientists. He was given a sector of the historic district to see how his powers were evolving. He seemed to be going insane. He grew more and more insane, eventually using fear to control his district, he was a feared member of the first sons. But, Kessler had stronger conduits watching him at all times from far away. He also plays a trumpet, he learned in school.

Roleplay Sample: Laughter could be heard from all directions, but nobody could be seen laughing. People would disappear in a cloud of smoke. Something was going on, and everyone knew it.
A trumpet could be heard from the rooftops, a common thing in the far eastern part of the historic, bordering the neon. A voice pierced the trumpet as reapers crossed the bridge. A cloud of smoke met them and quickly slaughtered one of them, the other two began shooting.
"You fools, you can't shoot what isn't there!" The strange figure said, reappearing behind them, killing one instantly only to slowly cut the other one. The historic district both feared and respected this man, boy, whoever he was. He kept them safe and that's all they knew.



Other:
I regret this character

For starters, Kyd Wykkyd is a name stolen from a character from Teen Titans, an obscure character, but still a straight off rip off.

His real name, Joseppi Corleone is maybe the worst name for a character, considering My real name is Joe, and I'm Italian so I had to make my character basically me. Wrong. Don't do this. Don't make Kyd Wykkyd..

His powers are actually fine, but the power abilities are far too generic and well, edgy and bland. They need more description like for Blink Strike it could say "Teleports to the target if they are within range, throwing them off." And there, it has an affect other than just teleporting. It describes that it confuses the other person and helps others react to the situation.

His skills are fine as well, other than the last joke skill I added in. It gives him a hobby and some real skills.

His equipment is fine as well, but very lacking. He doesn't have a lot to work with.

The roleplay sample is far too lolsorandumb and this character would not be allowed into the RP.

So in closing, don't Make Kyd Wykkyd, the overly crazy self inserted edgelord. Make something that's actually good. Self inserts are ok, but avoid making them when you can.

His personality is far too short and a decent turn off. Insane characters are allowed but only if the RP sample is good enough (in this case, it is not.)

The biography uses a cheap technique as well, making most of his past a blur. This is lazy writing and I hate that I did it back in the day. Don't be as lazy as me, give your characters backstories.

And now, how to do it right.
Kyd Wykkyd reprised:

http://infamousrpg.forumotion.com/t28-hahahahahaha-heh-heh-aaaah
:Name:
July (Charlie Wight)
:Age:
20
:DOB:
September 18th

:Appearance:
Charlie!:


Charlie's skin is constantly covered by burns that heal and reburn over and over due to his conduit gene. He stands 5'9, fairly skinny due to not having much freedom of movemen for 6 of the past 7 years of his life. Black hair, bandages and eyes that change color and flicker with light he is a very distinct individual. He still wears clothes, they're usually ripped, burned, or just generally dirty.
Race
Conduit

:Powers:
Firework Manipulation
Power Level:
2
:Power Abilities:
Roman Candles: Shots of hot light shot out of his hand at varying speeds
Sparklers: Charlie's hands light up with hundred of hot sparks. This can cover his whole body.
Bottle Rocket: Charlie launches into the air at incredible speeds, leaving a trail of light behind him, making a small explosion once he reaches his desired height.
Pop-pop!: Charlie can shoot larger fireworks out of his hands that explode brightly and loudly after a few seconds.
Fizzle: Generate almost enough lift to hover, letting him fall safely and slowly from any high.
Smoke Bomb: A ridiculous amount of smoke pours out of Charlie's body of various colors.
Grande Finale: Charlie performs the Bottle Rocket attack at his target, and explodes brightly with several smaller bursts and pops following upon impact, reforming after a few seconds.

:Skills:
-Extensive knowledge of burn treatment
-Master of the tuck and roll
-Fluent in tangents
-Can make a mean complete breakfast if given the tools and the cereal.

:Equipment:
A variety of bandages and burn ointments
Cigs
Swimming goggles
more bandages, oh god so many extra bandages and GAUZE DID I MENTION THE GAUZE?

:Personality:
No longer in his totally right mind, Charlie has lost all inhibition. He doesn't fear crowds, public speaking, knives or guns. His fears are much more mundane. Things like syringes, hospital equipment, any and all things BDSM related, doctors and nurses. His mind has been jumbled after the years kept inside and bombarded by both electric shocks and ray field radiation 'therapy' for his psychosis he wasn't aware he had. (spoilers, he was perfectly healthy!) Now his train of thought is off the track, he can't help but be happy and he's taken kindly to the misfortune of others.

His speech varies wildly in pitch and flows at random speeds. He could extend a word for a full five seconds or say whole paragraphs in the same period of time. Generally, the more drawn out a word is, the higher in pitch and louder it ends up being. He often trails off on tangents of thought before always looping back to the point at hand at some point or another in a conversation. He's a very big fan of metaphors and a good simile every now and again.

:Faction:
(Formerly) The First Sons
:Biography:
Charlie was one of the first people taken off of the streets by the First sons after a sudden change in leadership had them focusing on those with this so called 'Conduit gene'. Of course, he was unaware of this, he thought that he was simply taken out of class one day because of some anonymous tip that he had tried to kill himself. He hadn't tried, so he assumed it was a prank but the school sent him to an institution where he remained for 6 years with an apparent condition he did not have. The treatments for this fake condition were just as fabricated.

He was exposed to ray field energy, it would burn his skin and send sparks flying off of his body and sometimes even fill the room with smoke. He was always bound by leather straps to keep him from reacting to the incredible amounts of pain he was in. He was only 13 when it started, and the desired results obviously weren't being achieved. They took to trying to influence things with him, sometimes running electricity through his body, other times submerging him in poos of water or even dipping him into a weird tar like substance that left him more messed up every dunk he took in it. All while these things happened, he would exhibit a similar affect. His skin would burn, sparks would fly out of his arms, sometimes a projectile of light would fly out and even rarer the room would mysteriously fill with smoke. He didn't understand what was going on until he was 15, when they had given up on trying to influence his powers.

And now the observing began. They took him to other parts of the facility, gave him targets to hit, dark rooms to light up with his fireworks, and an atrium that he could try to fly in. He often hit the top of the dome and bounced back down unconscious, but the fall never seemed to hurt him despite being a 45 foot drop. At this point, he had constantly burnt skin. He had to be put under before the doctors could get near him, do to him developing a fear of them after so many years of them bombarding his skin with radiation, shocking him, drowning him in various substances and injecting all manner of things. It was a bad time.

Eventually, he was allowed out of the facility and he took the opportunity to run. Unbeknownst to him, it had been 6 years and he was 19 years old. Oh, and some sort of bomb had gone off and the empire he knew was no more. He burst out of his handler's hands and into the night sky, exploding brightly with a shout of joy before realizing he had no idea where he was. He recognized the historic district, but everything was different. He made his way through the streets, his grotesque looks scaring everyone and his obvious conduit status seemingly acting as a magnet for bricks. He did what he could, robbing pharmacy's of their burn creams and gauze. Some goggles to make his eyes less tear when he rocketed through the sky and whatever else he might need. He felt that lighting cigarettes with his hands would be cool, but it lead to an addiction.

A year has past since his release. He has remained in the historic district, locals call him July because of his fourth-of-July style powers, his usually smiling face and the fact they don't know his real name. They fear him, since he has taken more than a few lives for seemingly no reason, but he hasn't gone on any killing sprees so far, so there tolerate him more than immediately post blast.

:Roleplay Sample:
"And I said BANG!"
The conduit of man made thunder shouted, letting a burst of light and sound go off in the small crowd that was around him. He wasn't a fan of the recent trend of the people of Empire City throwing rocks at his head and claiming he killed their loved ones. "I have haaahahaahaaaaad ENOUGH OF THIS! SO. WHAT? I just want to have a good time! Is that so bad, just a kid with nothing living out his dreams?" Charlie said, dramatically getting on his knees and grabbing a rock-thrower's hands. He grinned wildly at the poor girl and with a loud laugh, launched the two of them into the air, exploding brightly at the apex. Several more bursts of light littered the sky with resounding pops and whistles.

Several moments later, a charred, naked, and unrecognizable corpse fell to the streets and a torrent of sparks indicated that Charlie was slowly following suit. His laughter was almost as loud and annoying as the fireworks themselves. The crowd had scattered by the time he reached the ground, but upon landing Charlie took a bow anyways. "Ohhho you my darling, are too kind. I knew my performance was HOT, but not like that!" The conduit licked his fingers and touched the corpse and made a 'tssss' noise as he strutted into the dark night of the Warren to find somewhere to sleep.




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Themesong - Start Wearing Purple by Gogol Bordello

As we see here, right off the bat we have a non-plagiarized name.
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