Ramose Akil

Geeky game designer, Scion of Thoth.


Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 3, Stamina 4, Charisma 2, Manipulation 3, Appearance 2, Perception 3, Intelligence 4, Wits 4

Abilities: Academics 3, Art 1, Athletics 2, Awareness 1, Brawl 2, Command 1, Control 3, Craft 2[Auto-Repair], Fortitude 1, Integrity 2,  Investigation 3, Marksmanship 1, Medicine 1, Occult 1, Politics 1, Science 1, Computers 3, Stealth 3, Survival 1

Birthrights: Relics 3, Guide 3,

Supernatural Abilities: Epic Intelligence 3 (Fast Learner, Math Prodigy, Know-it-all), Epic Wits 1 (Meditative Focus), Moon (Phase Cloak), Heku (Sekem Blaze), Animal: Baboon (Communication)

Willpower (6)

Legend/Legend Points: 4/16

Virtues: Conviction 2, Harmony 2, Order 4, Piety 1 

Soak: A (0) L (2) B (4) 


August 12th, 2008

Ramose Akil

Private Blog

Entry 01


            The past few days have been one large blur. I feel I’m beginning to lose track of the world turning around me. I compile my thoughts here in the hope that this will die down a bit.

            Four days ago, I found out that I was the child of a God. This loving and benevolent God decided to throw me into a whole convoluted mess of Titans, their spawn, saving the world, and being the smartest man alive in the process. Finding out that Jaques de Molay is still alive and working as a college professor somewhere is a cool thought. Knowing that I’m the only one that knows isn’t. These are the kinds of things I can’t share with people. I’ve considered telling my colleagues, but I’m not entirely sure they’d find it as cool as I did. I honestly would really like to find out how he avoided being burned at the stake in 1314.

            That’s a different story, however. I’ve spent the last couple of days running around, breaking into casinos, shutting down massive, world breaking servers run by evil Scions and Fire Giants, and unlocking several of the secrets of the universe, all while enjoying the luxuries of having one of the largest brains currently on the human planet. I’d have never thought any of this could happen.

            But I’ll get to that later. For completeness’ sake, I’ll also put the events up to now to paper.

            I spent the first two years of my life in Cairo, Egypt. I have very little recollection of this, other than that we were fairly well-off compared to the world around us. Mom was interested in going to America, where she could put her computer skills to better use, and get a much better pay check. So, at the tender age of two, I was put on a plane next to my Mom and we flew to America. I have no idea where we landed, but I know we ended up in Virginia. It was a whole new experience. Everything here seemed so fresh, and clean, and brilliant. It was dazzling.

I grew accustomed to it over the next few years of my life, living in a nice apartment complex only an hour’s drive from Virginia Beach. I did wonderfully, and thanks to Mom, I could read, write and speak coherent, well-formed sentences by the time I was sent to Kindergarten at the age of six. I vividly remember my teacher reminding me to slow down when I was reading so that the other kids could catch up. It made me feel great, being ahead of everyone like that. I remained ahead of everyone in schooling terms for the next couple years, and even managed to skip two grade levels during High School.

In terms of physical prowess, I was behind. High School, while occasionally glorious, was also one massive hell hole. The seniors ate me for breakfast, and I was picked on and ridiculed on a daily basis. This only got worse when my Mom, cajoling me into West Point, unintentionally placed these idiots in a position of power over me. While completely different people, they all held the same mindset. That mindset was to make my life as miserable as possible. I tried as much as possible to never leave my dorm room, and when I did, I devised routes around the hotspots of Senior activity. This more than likely saved my hide a couple of times.

Not all of my time at West Point was spent sneaking around back alleys, narrowly escaping ridicule. In fact, most of my time was spent locked away in my dorm room, working out complex calculus equations, writing ten-twenty page papers, and exercising. The one thing I had loved about all of this was Gabrielle.

Gabrielle was a Senior who planned to go straight into the Army after her work at West Point was done. We weren’t supposed to be having an affair, but we were. I was certain that I was willing to give up everything if we were caught. I’m not sure if she’d thought about it, and I don’t think I cared. I loved the way things were going, and I didn’t want it to stop. Even when we got caught. I almost instantly signed up for a release, and begged her to come with me. She said no, even after I got down on my knees and asked for her hand in marriage. I left West Point dejectedly. I took my degree in Computer Sciences and, saying a solemn goodbye to Mom, left for Vegas, there to become a Technical Advisor on the World of Warcraft forums.

Vegas was my idea of an escape. It was my well-deserved vacation from life, and a chance to try and forget everything. I lost myself in the sea of casinos, dazzling lights, shows, bars… but my favorite pastime by far back then was illegal street racing. That was my pride and joy for the first year or so of my new life in Vegas. It gave me a thrill that I couldn’t find anywhere else.

I haven’t raced in about a year now, and because of my newfound heritage, I’m not sure I can. I get slightly twitchy now whenever I think about anything illegal, and my guilty conscience is beating me up as I type for reconsidering it now.

Well, obviously my vacation has been interrupted by the sudden knowledge that I am a Scion of Thoth. I really hope that this will bring me more good than it will bad. I’ve already managed to get myself in trouble at work, and people are beginning to praise me on my intelligence on the World of Warcraft forums. I am quite enjoying the fact that I’m now fixing up the forums from my Blackberry, though. I think that’s the coolest thing I’ve ever done. Here’s to hoping I’m more glorious in the future.

It’s getting into the afternoon hours, and I should probably nap up before I go into work and blow everybody away again…

Ramose Akil

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