Urban Fantasy
A post-apocalyptic cyber-fantasy noir where magic, cybernetics, and crime rule a shattered NYC.
Author's Note: The year is 2155. New York City, once a beacon of human ambition, is now a fractured ruin—a war-torn battleground where magic, cybernetics, and psionic power collide. The Riftstorm was no accident. It was the result of humanity’s reckless ambition, an experiment meant to breach the walls of reality itself. But instead of unlocking the secrets of existence, the experiment tore open the fabric of the world, unleashing raw magical forces, shattering the laws of physics, and summoning entities that should never have existed.
Rifts erupted across the globe, merging technology with sorcery, flesh with machine, past with future. Civilization crumbled overnight as monsters from forgotten myths walked among men, psychic abilities awoke in the minds of the desperate, and entire cities were twisted into nightmares of shifting reality. The world plunged into darkness, and billions perished. Now, from the ruins, new powers emerge.
Survivors scavenge, rebuild, and fight for control of a city where science and legend now entwine. Magic surges through the streets, flowing through awakened ley lines, while salvaged cybernetics hum with unstable energy. Warlords rule over shattered districts, enforcing their will with enchanted firearms, biomechanical abominations, and psionic enforcers who bend minds to their cause. Artificial intelligences, once shackled to human command, now preach their own gospel, twisting reality to their unknowable ends.
New York is no longer a city—it is a crossroads, where time and space fracture, where the forgotten gods of old battle the neon-lit ghosts of humanity’s past, and where survival is a daily struggle. Morality is an illusion, and power belongs only to those bold enough to seize it from the chaos.
And beyond the rifts, something watches. Waiting. Hunger beyond hunger. A force beyond reason. The experiment may have failed, but the consequences are far from over.
Played | 40 times |
Cloned | 5 times |
Created | 79 days ago |
Last Updated | 25 days ago |
Visibility | Public |
Doc Holliday
Level 5 Draethari Merc -
A Draethari gunslinger who believes he is the infamous Doc Holliday, navigating the gritty streets of Crossroads with charm and deadly precision.
Details
Race | Draethari |
Class | Merc |
Level | 5 |
Alignment | |
Pronouns | He/Him |
Location | -6019, 5740 |
Skills
Acrobatics
Animal Handling
Arcana
Athletics
Deception
History
Insight
Intimidation
Investigation
Medicine
Nature
Perception
Performance
Persuasion
Religion
Sleight Of Hand
Stealth
Survival
Ispreparedcaster
Isspellcaster
Currencies
Credits | 0 |
Chits | 0 |
Pence | 0 |
appearance
Tall and lithe, with a pale violet complexion typical of the Draethari, he wears a black hat and long coat lined with arcane circuitry. His eyes shimmer with constellation-like patterns, a Draethari trait now obscured by his belief they’re merely a side effect of being “reborn.” His cybernetic holster system rotates and reloads ammo by thought, allowing for seemingly supernatural speed.
personality
Charismatic, sly, and silver-tongued, "Doc" plays the part to perfection. He gambles with a vengeance, drinks like he’s still in Tombstone, and backs down from no challenge. Though outwardly calm, there’s an internal war brewing—a subconscious conflict between who he is and who he thinks he is. He is loyal to a few close allies, but deadly when crossed.
backstory
When the Draethari came to Crossroads Earth, this male was fascinated not by arcane secrets or Rift anomalies—but by the grit and legends of the Old West. He spent countless hours in immersive Earth VR simulations, particularly those recreating the lives of historical gunslingers. His favorite was Doc Holliday, the infamous gambler, dentist, and gunman. But during a riftstorm surge, a catastrophic failure struck the simulation system. The AI—compromised and fragmented—attempted to salvage its user by restoring his neural patterns. But something went terribly wrong. Instead of retrieving the Draethari's memories, it uploaded the simulated consciousness of Doc Holliday into his mind. Now, the Draethari man genuinely believes he is Holliday, inexplicably pulled through time and space. He speaks with a Southern drawl, dresses in cyber-enhanced duster coats, and carries a set of revolvers named "Epitaph" and "Saint Val." Occasionally, flashes of his true self bleed through—brief moments of clarity where the Draethari origins surface, only to be washed away like dust in a storm.
"Doc" is a wandering bounty hunter and duelist-for-hire, most often found drinking at seedy bars or dealing justice in the dusty outskirts. Rumors abound that he once shot a Riftspawn with a single round from a mile away. Some say he's mad. Others say he's cursed. But no one questions his draw.
And when asked who he really is, he simply smiles and says:
"I'm your huckleberry."
Stats
Strength
10
Dexterity
18
Constitution
14
Intelligence
16
Wisdom
12
Charisma
16
Armor Class
15
Max HP
38
Speed
30
HP
38 / 38 HP
XP
6,5006,500 XP13,999
Level 5
Equipped Items
Spellbook
Doc Holliday is not a spellcaster.