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Current Resources for Mono-type Elite Four Challenges
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| Sceptile Serperior Whimsicott Cacturne Parasect Roserade Sawsbuck Leavanny Meganium Tropius Cradily | Torkoal Chandelure Emboar Blaziken Camerupt Magmortar Infernape Darmanitan Magcargo Charizard Typhlosion | Blastoise Carracosta Swampert Feraligatr Floatzel Swanna Samurott Lapras Vaporeon Kingdra Walrein | Mienshao Hitmonchan Lucario Emboar Blaziken Hariyama Infernape Heracross Hitmonlee | Archeops Swoobat Altaria Pidgeot Yanmega Crobat Togekiss Swanna Mandibuzz Honchkrow Charizard Aerodactyl Tropius | Dusknoir Rotom Gengar |
| Dark | Ice | Dragon | Bug | Rock | Ground |
| Krookodile Hydreigon Weavile Cacturne Mightyena Drapion Mandibuzz Honchkrow Umbreon | Beartic Weavile Mamoswine Lapras Jynx Walrein | Hydreigon Altaria Flygon Kingdra | Galvantula Crustle Parasect Yanmega Leavanny Heracross Scizor | Crustle Archeops Carracosta Aggron Golem Gigalith Magcargo Aerodactyl Cradily | Dugtrio Krookodile Swampert Camerupt Mamoswine Golem Flygon Marowak |
| Steel | Psychic | Poison | Normal | Electric | |
| Lucario Aggron Bronzong Scizor | Swoobat Gardevoir Bronzong Reuniculus Beheyeem Jynx Grumpig | Arbok Crobat Roserade Drapion Swalot | Pidgeot Wigglytuff Togekiss Sawsbuck Miltank Clefable Slaking | Galvantula Jolteon Luxray Manectric Ampharos Rotom Electivire Electrode |
[WoD Character Concepts to flesh out(?)]
| Clan | Gender | Playstyle | Gimmick | Relative Difficulty? |
| Nosferatu | Male | Limited Combat Brute | Self-hating | 4 |
| Toreador | Female | Speedster/Socialite | Country Girl trying to be City Girl | 2 |
| Tremere | Female | BLOODMAGE | self-inserting SCIENCE love | 2 |
| Gangrel | Male | Tracker/Speedster? | 3? | |
| Ventrue | Male | Charmer/Minor Casanova? | His Sire's Pawn | 2-3? |
| Brujah | Female | Melee/Streetwise | Pa pa pa, pa la la la la | 1-2 |
| Caitiff | Either | hell if I know | has no idea what's going on | 1 |
| Name: "Caliban" | Clan: Nosferatu | Gender: Male | Rank: Neonate |
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| Nature: Penitent | Demeanor: Loner | Concept: Brutish-looking Laborer | ||||
| Attribute Emphasis: Physical > Mental > Social Strength, Stamina, Perception | Ability Emphasis: Skills > Talents > Knowledges Brawl, Athletics, Crafts, Stealth | Advantages Emphasis: Mentor, Contacts, Potence | ||||
| Background: Caliban was born big, heavy-handed Reed Calvin. Taller and wider than other children, he often felt isolated. He was often friends with immigrant children, but as they got older they grew closer to the others. Reid stayed to the side. He worked, because he was good at working. He kept to himself. He drank, when he felt like it. A fit of depressed drinking led to him falling into a drainage pipe by the shore. He was discovered by his sire, who gave him a choice. Die as a trespasser or die as her fledgling. Terrified, he entered the World of Darkness. Now he trains to maintain her information network, and aid the Camarilla when his sire wills it. | Appearance: Caliban maintains his huge stature from when he was mortal. His transformation to the Nosferatu has made his ugly face hideous. His teeth have grown to unmanageable tusks on the lower jaw, and jagged, sharp teeth on the top. His upper lip is gone, sticking him with a perceived snarl. His brow is heavy-set, and bonelike protrusions run back along his head from the brow to the back of his skull. His bones are also projected outside the skin at his shoulders, knuckles, and backs of his heels. His skin has taken on the texture of scars. He frequently covers himself with cloaks or hoods when outside his sire's domain. | |||||
| Motivations?: Deep down, he wants to know people, to understand people, and to be useful to people. However, in his new life, this is markedly impossible. He would settle for spending his unlife in solitude. That is also impossible. As such, Caliban feels his path is set. He will eventually serve the Camarilla in the role of his sire, enjoying relative solitude. | Relation to the Beast?: He fears the beast, thinking it always close due to his monstrous appearance. He represses it by condemning himself. |
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| Name: Francine "Frankie" Flowers | Clan: Brujah | Gender: Female | Rank: Neonate |
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| Nature: Thrill-seeker | Demeanor: Thrill-seeker | Concept: Thug | ||
| Attribute Emphasis: Physical > Social > Mental Strength, Dexterity, Charisma | Ability Emphasis: Talents, Skills, Knowledges Streetwise, Intimidation, Melee | Advantages Emphasis: Potence, Celerity, Fame (Contacts?) | ||
| Background: Frankie Flowers (Don't fuckin' call her Francine), doesn't wanna talk about her mortal life. I mean, really, who gives a shit? Nothing out of the fuckin' ordinary. She was small-time, then, but enough to piss off a Brujah on the lighter side. There's a fuckin' war going on, where the rebels bite the cops and the "cops" bite back. You turn the ones you hate, y'know? The best cops, the ones that survive past Neonate, they lose that nice edge past. Brujah don't keep impulse control. Frankie went from small-time thug wannabe to a force of nature, capable of holding together a gang herself. 'Course, it takes more than that to run a fuckin' Kindred gang. All right, she'll pay her fuckin' dues... for now. | Appearance: Frankie looks like a normal 18-20-something girl. Minus the normal. She's got tattoos up and down her arms, on her face, and a few on places you're not fuckin' seeing. She has a collection of worn hoodies she wears, always with the hood up. She claims she had "a fucking shitty haircut" when she was Embraced. Her face-tattoos surround her eyes, giving them a sullen, set-in appearance. When she's worked up, you can distinctly see the green flash of her irises. She wears grungy old shoes over stockings, and then a skirt or short pants over that. She's never gonna fuckin' tell if she's got something on under her hoodie. | |||
| Motivations?: She wants to have a good motherfuckin' time! Get a gang together and give the ex-cop Brujah (and some dumb-ass mortals) a real shocker! Get a crowd of thugs, dope 'em up, drink 'em down! fun! | Relation to the Beast?: What Beast? She doesn't think about it. She's too young as a Kindred, not smart enough to fear the monster inside of her. Coming off a frenzy is just breathless amazement. |
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