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Bertrand De Varrielli

PostPosted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 8:01 pm
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Name: Cytryn Agrume

Online Handle: everyCliche [EC]

Species: Troll, Alternian

Astrological Sign: Alchemical symbol for Lemon

Gender: Male

Blood Color: Purple

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Purple irises

Skin Color: Grey

Age: Nine Sweeps (Ninteen Years)

Psychic Abilities: None

Class: Prince

Aspect: Doom

Planet: Land of Autumn and Glowsticks [LOAAG]

Resource Grist:

Dream Self: Sleeping Dersite

Likes: The skeletal system (anatomy in general), preserved beasts, any person who can communicate via sign language (most things relating to sign language, actually), and movies with subtitles.

Obsession: Bones. Bones of any and every creature imaginable.

Dislikes: Persons who speak fast, snivelling/whining or anything related to babies/grubs. And shirts.

Hates: Lowbloods. And hoofbeasts (not including their skeletons).

Personality: Very disinterested in socializing (easily labeled Antisocial), kind of overbearing when actually spoken to, and setting him off--in a fit of what is usually anger--is decidedly effortless. He also is difficult to impress, and generally quite stubborn.

Guardian: Herondad

Ancestor: The Purple Politician // The Last Subjuglator

Syladex Modus: Connect the Contents. One must successfully connect the Patchwork of dots that describe the captcha card’s contents in order to attain one’s desired item.

Specibus Abstratus: Axekind

Inventory: Eight Cards: A small preserved featherbeast, three bottles of rubbing alcohol, a spare mason jar, a box of 100-count rubber gloves (with two missing), a leather jacket, and a pair of hearing aids.

Specibus: Double Bit Axe

Prototypings: Firstly, deceased Moirail’s whole skeleton (pre-entry). Secondly, equally deceased Lusus’ skull (post-entry).

Text Color: #551A8B, Purple 5

Typing Quirk: Begins and ends sentences with Ͽ and Ͼ, respectively. Also doesn’t capitalize anything, save for curses.

Speech Style: Ͽ types in a generally resigned manner, usually with proper grammar and syntax... that is unless you get on his ******** nerves, then he blows the whole GODDAMNED thing out of proportion, and goes on a rage-rant!! oh, and he doesn’t feel the need to use too many emoticons, so he tends to stick to the simple : ? : ) : ( >: ( Ͼ

Brief Back Story: To put it simply, Ctyryn was hatched deaf, grew up with educators who taught him sign language and to read lips as a means of communication, but he refused to (literally) speak. No one really figured out why, but it’s a just a general fact. As he grew, he developed a very off-kilter nature that attracted many enemies and black suitors. He coped with this fairly well with the aid of his early-on Moirail (they had met in their sign language lessons). She assisted him in matters not only of the heart (his black suitors and the early death of his Lusus), but with the conscience as well; she often forced him to apologize for his rude behavior, acting as more of a human mother than a Moirail... in any case, this relationship ended rather abruptly, when Serren (Cytryn’s moirail) was attacked (ambushed, really) and culled on her way to his hive one night. Just a single sweep later, Cytryn is up to his neck in foes and facing the beginning of a Session he had never intended to be a part of--he had simply been recruited as a replacement for his dear, deceased Moirail.
 
PostPosted: Sun Feb 03, 2013 11:20 pm
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Name: Solmie Kieryn Paige

Online Handle: tarnishedGallantry [TG] trappedGreenblood [TG]

Species: Beforan Troll

Astrological Sign: Virgo

Gender: Female

Blood Color: Jade

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Yellow with Jade irises

Skin Color: Gray

Age: 21

Psychic Abilities: None

Class: Page

Aspect: Mind

Planet: Land of Highways and Icebergs [LOHAI]

Resource Grist: Asphalt

Dream Self: Wakeful Prospit, waking self is dead

Likes: Talking big, roughing it in the middle of nowhere, the city at night, hot weather, gambling, playing guitar, self-made meals, liquid courage, making things difficult, keeping in touch with old friends, staying fit Is unsure of what she likes

Obsession: Thrill-seeking, besting others, the smell of gasoline Is unsure of what her obsessions are

Dislikes: Artsy people, modern music, going 'green' Is unsure of what she dislikes

Hates: Responsibility, thinking of home, people who don't finish what they start. Being told what to do. Is unsure of what she hates

Personality: Not the greatest decision maker. Though spontaneous and outgoing, Solmie is far from bubbly. Her cool attitude can switch to aggression instantly if the right buttons are pushed. She tries to stay content regardless of circumstances, and could even be considered an optimist. But her happiness tends to stay on a discreet level. To her, friendship is overrated. Her critical attitude towards other people usually allow her to find something about others that they don't like. Usually positive traits.

A rebel without a cause. Being told what to do under any circumstances agitates her. Her sense of thrill and danger usually get the better of her when a threat shows itself. Whether it be allies or enemies, she tends to let herself get into trouble before fighting her way out. If it meant getting out of a hairy situation, she'd leave an ally behind and wouldn't lose a bit of sleep over it. Most aspects of her personality could be considered 'hardcore.' But she's too busy being hardcore to care what others think.
It's up for debate.


Guardian: Boa Constrictordad (Formerly, now deceased.)

Ancestor: The Jade Assassin

Syladex Modus: Roulette Modus: This weaponized modus works very poorly in anything besides a life-or-death situation. In order to retrieve items from it, all slots must be filled. When trying to access an item, you must bet on the item you want. The wheel containing these items will then start spinning rapidly. The user must reach out to grab the item they bet on and snag it out of the wheel. Failure to grab the specific item will result in the wheel launching all contents at lethal speeds.

Specibus Abstratus: segwaykind

Inventory: Seven slots. One with her lighter, Her electric guitar and amp in one, one with a half-finished bottle of perry, one holding a pack of cigarettes. one containing a toolbox, another one holding the mangled corpse of her lusus, and a final slot holding a 'security' molotov cocktail. Dreamself's inventory is empty.

Specibus: 'Rusty,' Solmie's custom, racing grade segway. Dreamself's specibus is empty.

Prototypings: Desecrated dead body of lusus, (pre) No second prototype yet.

Text Color: #078446, n/a

Typing Quirk: -->Speaks in italics and adds arrows to the beginning and end of her posts. Symbolizing speed.-->

Speech Style: A very blunt attitude with zero tolerance for manipulation or deceit. Tends to speak the obvious, and shows a lack of intelligence with her wording. Attempts (and fails) to add proper punctuation and spell larger words correctly. Is still figuring that out.

Brief Back Story: Raised up by a caring (if overbearing at times) lusus. Solmie hated her life. Hated where she grew up, hated her lusus, and hated her close friends slightly less. A part of Solmie snapped the day she'd finished a project she'd been working on for months without rest. She murdered her lusus, revved up Rusty, and left home. All she brought with her was her crappy netbook to keep in contact with old friends, her father's body, and some camping supplies.

Nowadays, Solmie spends at least hours a day on the road. She finds herself equally at home in a back alley as compared to under the stars in the wilderness. She's learned how to survive in both worlds, and is loving a life of no job, no laws, and no responsibility. She gets by. Whether the source of income being through racing, stealing, betting, cheating, or even prostitution. Solmie manages to feed her addictions on a daily basis using some form of spare change. She usually contacts her old friends from home once a week just to check in and let them know she's alive. Hasn't really made many friends since her journey began four years ago. Spends almost all of her time alone, and wouldn't change a thing about her life even if she had the chance. Some people mysteriously manage to thrive in what others would consider 'rock bottom.'

Shortly after entering the session, Solmie slipped of the pillar that she had found herself on, and drowned in the freezing cold waters of her land. Her dreamself then awakened, but has no memory of her waking self's life.
 

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PostPosted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 3:09 pm
Name: Mako Moritomi

Online Handle: apog33Lycanthrop3 [AL]

Species: Human

Astrological Sign: L3o

Gender: Mal3

Blood Color: R3d (duh)

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: H3t3rochromia (blu3 and gr33n)

Skin Color: Pal3 tan

Age: 19

Psychic Abilities: Non3

Class: Mag3

Aspect: Doom

Planet: Land of Crossroads and Boundari3s [LOCAB]

Resource Grist: Sandston3

Dream Self: D3rsit3. And also hims3lf. H3's god-ti3r3d.

Likes: Samurai, vid3o gam3s, drawing, writing, t3chnology in g3n3ral.

Obsession: Dynasty Warriors. Do not call it a button mash3r in his pr3s3nc3. You will r3gr3t it. Bri3fly.

Dislikes: [Dumb p3opl3, arrogant p3opl3, b3ing told what to do.

Hates: B3ing b3st3d in a fight or argum3nt. Argum3nts in g3n3ral, r3ally.

Personality: Stoic, rational, som3 may 3v3n say cold. H3 is int3ns3ly focus3d on his goals, what3v3r th3y may b3 at th3 tim3. Lik3s to s33 hims3lf as th3 voic3 of r3ason in an argum3nt. That b3ing said, h3 poss3ss3s a lot of p3nt-up aggr3ssion du3 to his stoic natur3. Giv3 him a r3ason to l3t it all out, and th3r3 will b3... troubl3.

Guardian: Onii-san (may h3 d3compos3 in p3ac3 b3n3ath that rockslid3)

Ancestor: Tadashi Moritomi, Th3 Man With Th3 Lanc3

Syladex Modus: S3v3n-Signs Modus- Mako has fr33 acc3ss to any it3ms h3 has captchalogu3d, but to op3n his syllad3x, h3 must p3rform s3v3n complicat3d hand signs. H3 must r3p3at this proc3ss for 3v3ry it3m h3 wants to pull from his syllad3x.

Specibus Abstratus: Staffkind, sp3arkind

Inventory: A pil3 of MR3s, thr33 bottl3s of rubbing alcohol, a pack of playing cards, s3v3n cant33ns (all of th3m 3mpty), and a poss3ss3d pair of hakama (don't ask).

Specibus: Riyu Jingu Bang (variabl3-l3ngth staff inspired by Sun Wukong's w3apon of choic3), Shogun (a naginata that shoots lightning. Oft3n n33ds r3charging.)

Prototypings: A s3t of samurai armor, and a shrin3 b3ll.

Text Color: #4682B4, St33l Blu3

Typing Quirk: Mako s33ms to hav3 troubl3 t3lling his 3's from his thr33's.

Speech Style: Always prop3r grammar, always calm, rational... all 3xc3pt thos3 damn thr33s.

Brief Back Story: Mako onc3 liv3d a happy (if bruis3-fill3d) lif3 on a r3mot3 island in the S3a of Japan with his Onii-san, l3arning th3 ways of the Samurai (and of b3ating th3 f3ar of God into hord3s of digital 3n3mi3s. F*ck you, Dynasty Warriors kicks a**.). And th3n his b3st fri3nd s3nt him th3 Sburb b3ta. And th3 r3st is history (much lik3 Jacksonvill3, Florida was wh3n th3y start3d th3 gam3). Through many 3xtran3ous circumstanc3s which may or may not b3 d3tail3d lat3r, many imps w3r3 kill3d, abominations slain (and cr3at3d), s3v3ral n3m3s3s aros3 and f3ll, and sprit3s, guardians, and D3niz3ns alik3 m3t th3ir untim3ly 3nds. But at last, victory- th3 Black King was slain, th3 R3ckoning halt3d, th3 Ultimat3 R3ward within th3 play3rs' grasp.

And th3n Som3on3- Som3on3 th3y had consid3r3d a fri3nd, an ally- call3d Som3thing. All th3 play3rs w3r3 slain, sav3 poor Mako, cast away in th3 nick of tim3 by th3ir Spac3 play3r. Th3 door to th3ir R3ward, stol3n. Th3ir victory d3ni3d at th3 h3ight of th3ir glory. Now, aft3r an imm3surabl3 tim3 sp3nt adrift in th3 void, Mako has, through sh33r happ3nstanc3, com3 across a n3w s3ssion. And this tim3, h3 will not fail. For h3 has d3dicat3d hims3lf to a n3w purpos3:

To find R3d Simon, th3 B3tray3r of his s3ssion, and hav3 his r3v3ng3.
 
PostPosted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 12:35 pm
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Name: Tiernan Aergad

Online Handle: aestheticChromatic [AC]

Player: xIx Croe xIx

Species: Human

Astrological Sign: The Scarlet Knot

Gender: Male

Blood Color: Red

Hair Color: Faded Wine hued

Eye Color: Gold with Ivory blooms

Skin Color: Fair skinned

Age: 24

Psychic Abilities: None

Class: Heir

Aspect: Blaze

Planet: Land of Requiem and Concerto [LORAC]

Resource Grist: Silver

Dream Self: Prospit ; Dead

Likes: Music that inspires him, Standing in the rain, Camaraderie, and Honor.

Obsession: Honoring the lives of those that were lost; though it often leads him to be headstrong, forgetting the world around him and focusing solely on vengeance for the fallen.

Dislikes: This world... he longs for his homeland outside of this game.

Hates: Deceit

Personality: He is passionate for his homeland back in his world. He clings to those that he lost in the previous game, especially Ahria, his dearest friend. He can get emotional at times, channeling his emotions through his music. He tends to keep to himself as of late, but use to be outgoing with people he knew well. He's not afraid of a fight but will do what he can to avoid one if present.

Guardian: His mother ran a pub back in his world. She had never married, always too busy earning a living for them. Once he was old enough, he helped out where he could. He was always looked after by the regulars. One of them, Beorlin, even taught him a bit about fist fighting, much to his mother's loathing. Though she was glad he had a male figure he admired.

Ancestor: His Sister, Rori

Syladex Modus: He has a type of glove/disc-reader on his right hand that contains interchangeable discs. Approximately one inch in diameter, these discs hold his item information. When he desires a specific item, he changes the disc over by adjusting the settings on the side of his headphones. The headphones send and receive information to and from the glove. 20 discs can be held in the glove, and only one disc can be run at any given time. Well... technically two can be run simultaneously, but he always has his music disc running in the other.

Specibus Abstratus: Knuckldustrkind ; Cestuskind

Inventory: A music disc containing many songs. A disc containing many silver balls that are about 2 centimeters in diameter. A damaged disc given to him by Ahria from his previous game. A disc of cooking supplies. A disc of food and drink.

Specibus: Two solid, silver knuckledusters with scarlet diamonds inlaid in Celtic patterns.

Prototypings: Sheet music Ahria had written and a recording of her singing it.

Text Color: #a15272, n/a

Typing Quirk: Uses musical notation, seemingly at random, but most often while listening to music. Tempo or Dynamic changes will be recognized. ♩, ♪, ♫, ♬, ♭, ♮, ♯, User Image

Speech Style: Uses proper grammar and punctuation.

Brief Back Story: Tiernan never had much time for friends growing up, he was always busy helping his mother run the pub. He grew up in the care of his mother and the patrons that frequented the pub. His only outlet was music, burying himself in song rather often; enjoying the times that his mother would sing, bringing the only near silence to the usually chaotic room... everyone listening intently to her voice. He had gone to a regular high school but dropped out within the first couple years to help raise his sister, Rori. She was a few years younger than himself. On a normal, rainy day, he was walking back with her from the mart nearby. She was carrying a small bag of groceries with both hands, standing close to him as he held a newspaper over their heads to keep them somewhat dry; mother would throw a fit if they came inside drenched. Just as he reached the front steps leading up to the pub entrance, the stairs seemed to become slightly translucent... turning white. He closed his eyes a moment and shook his head, thinking he was just seeing things. When he open them, he was still staring at the stairs, but... other than the pub in front of him, everything else was gone. He spun around looking for his sister, calling her name... she didn't respond. She was nowhere to be found.

Over time, he came to grips with what was happening as he traversed the Land of Requiem and Concerto. He learned to use his aspect of Blaze and gained many allies along the way. It wasn't until later he learned that he would never see his mother or sister again. His party would see much hardship, traversing many strange, yet somewhat wondrous areas; but eventually they triumphed. Just as the last blow was struck upon the sinister monarch himself, the door appeared. Finally they had done it. They could leave this world behind them and start anew. His closest friend Ahria, whom he had cared for throughout his days in the game, hugged him tight, wrinkling his clothing like always. Were it not for her bright pink hair, she would look just like Rori; perhaps it's why he had come to care for her so much.

As he imagined what their new world would be like, an ominous cloud surrounded the door. From the shadows beyond the cloud, a creature emerged. It was drenched in some kind of black oil that oozed over it's tentacled body. They had fleeting moments to react before the creature attacked. They frantically tried to quell its onslaught, but to no avail. Before long, Tiernan and Ahria were all that remained. The creature seemed to just stare at them for a moment before bellowing a sickly laugh, coughing up black sludge.

Placing his trusty knuckledusters upon his fingers, he charged at the monster. Ahria tried to stop him, but he would not let this beast take her, the only good thing he had left. But just as his fist was about to make contact, he felt himself being pulled back and thrown into a void. He turned to see her just as he disappeared from the battlefield; a single tear running down her cheek as she smiled at him.

As his feet touched down upon the moon of Prospit he knew what she had done. She teleported him to safety and propelled the moon away from the session. But like so many others before her, she would be taken from his life for good. He fell to his knees, dropping his headphones upon the ground, and wept.
 

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PostPosted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 7:57 pm
Name: Snaff Savant: Kizen Andel

Online Handle: holyMindz [HM]

Species: Asuran

Astrological Sign: Aquarius

Gender: Male

Blood Color: Red

Hair Color: Blue

Eye Color: Red

Skin Color: Black

Age: 30

Psychic Abilities: None

Class: Engineer (Witch)

Aspect: Doom

Planet:

Resource Grist:

Dream Self: Dead, God Tier.

Likes: Flesh, Technomancy, Being thrown like a football, and intellectual people.

Obsession: Technology

Dislikes: Mundane tasks, looked down upon.

Hates: Idiots, Overly complicated solutions, happy people.

Personality: Snaff Savant: Kizen Andel is a very picky person. Someone whom is fairly internal with deep thoughts and very external with stupid solutions to common every day problems. His personality drives mostly off of all asuran greatness. having the ego to match all of his rather prideful inventions.

Guardian: Golemized Zoja

Ancestor: Vekk (Guild Wars 1)

Syladex Modus: Backpack

Specibus Abstratus: riflekind, pistolkind, shieldkind

Inventory: 1 SSKA brand motherboard which allows alloys to be pulled together in the form of any of 3 golems/power armors/turrets, Aqua Breather, 2 Pistols of Sundering Gas, a Zenith Rifle of Electrical Discharge, and 50 SSKA sheets of metal. Though by looking at it, it looks just like any normal piece of metal.

Specibus:
2 Pistols of Sundering Gas:
  • These pistols don't fire ordinary bullets, the bullets are hollow and filled with a toxic gas that melts into the enemy's flesh. Causing major bleeding (= to 15 stacks of bleeding) as well as causing major concussion damage.

1 Zenith Rifle of Electrical Discharge:
  • The Zenith rifle fires a large burst of energy. To normal beings living or dead it causes the target hit to be stunned in place for 5 seconds and causes a massive electrical burst that deals major electrical damage dealing confusion and shocking damage over time to the target.

Prototypings: Golem first, then a zoja added into the mix.

Text Color: #00008B, Dark Blue

Typing Quirk: None

Speech Style: Punctual

Brief Back Story: Growing up as a Asuran in rata sum is always a fun thing to do in life. From working with the different colleges to the very foundry of the Snaff prize, many tried to claim to be of the college of Dynamics but at a very young age Kizen rose to its challenges and toppled all that got in his way. After creating a energy device that literally powered up his XeNo-0004 - combat environment Golem for nearly months, despite its mindless killing of asurans as it was being hunted down, the young man became the Snaff Savant, for his incredibly destructive golem which was then put under the 'we will never use' tab in the archives, but still the Snaff Prize! Oh how joyous it was for Kizen that day, running across all the land in his Pack-A-Punch suit which was suited for multi-terrain travel he went to go meet with one of each of the races, and either to rub it in their stupid faces, or get it rubbed in his. Either way it was monuments.

Months passed, and through several power source changes the suit had finally broken down outside of Hoelbrek, where he found the thief named Kada, who would later become the Thief of Life, whom didn't really care to much for him. This is where Kizen's love for being tossed like a football came to be, the norn had a fun little pass time with kicking the rather masochistic Asuran around. After getting his suit fixed up Kizen attempted to leave, only to have Kada follow him further. Normally he wouldn't have accepted her but she did say that she would join his Krewe.

It wasn't long before he came upon the Plains of Ashford. Amazingly dry place it was despite all the lush scenery and beautiful landscaping. To many char for his tastes. One night after resting for a fairly long time after a walk with his suit the Asuran had became deathly cold, this was a young elementalist yet to truly meet a one of his kind. So frozen stiff and head cracked he demanded to know the meaning of his imprisonment. The char explaining herself would later become the Seer of Wind(?). After a rather brief explanation of who he was the little humanoid flesh gobbler was finally released from his icy prison. The two became fast friends, coming from the customs of Rata Sum to this 'hell hole' was something different indeed. Explaining the differences was more fun then he had expected. She too soon after joined along with a tall blood legionnaire, though the two char called it a War Band whatever that was, it was still his Krewe to Kizen.

Days seemed to pass and the group after a great deal of leveling came upon Lion's Arch, it amazed Kizen to see such a thing. There they met several humans, chars, and sylvari. All of which joined his Krewe to fight the great and mighty elder dragon.

Oh yes what a day that was, even to this day Kizen remembers it well. Massive dragons the size of lion's arch and then some! Bowing at his feet bloodied and beaten under him. Though he had lost many Krewe members, he had still looked to it as more of a Asuran victory then anything else. But something was odd, after they had killed the great elder dragon Zhaitan. A rift opened and the group was spit into a alternate universe. It was weird and oddly pixelated. The group was no longer together but this pretty little computer, which was then heavily decked out to be a bit more impressive, woke up with the Pester Chum. It was odd even further to see that he had already acquired a user name by the name of HoLyMiNdz. Was SSKA just playing a game previously? No his battle wounds where still fresh despite his feeling very 'refreshed' and alive. Sitting down to the pimped out machine he talked with all of the Chums added.

It took a bit of time to understand where they where but the krewe figured it out eventually. Going on to find their door only to have it 'stolen' from under their nose right before opening it. The krewe was devastated and the fight to actually acquire the door again soon led to all but Kizen's death. Having built a odd craft that he had found blue prints for on another planet he was swept away by his Space player's strength in the final act of saving the Krewe leader. Breaking through the final ring SSKA reached the party on a heap of metal that was quickly burning hotter then the sun, and was heading straight for the group that WAS close by.
 
PostPosted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 1:33 am
Name: Ethan Spine, a.k.a. Ronin

Online Handle: chaosSwordsman [CS]

Species: Pangolin

Astrological Sign: Doesn't know, doesn't care.

Gender: Male

Blood Color: Red

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Green

Skin Color: Brown

Age: 24

Psychic Abilities: None

Class: Knight

Aspect: Rage

Planet:

Resource Grist:

Dream Self: Derse, God Tier.

Likes: Swords, Air Gear, his friends and family

Obsession: Killing anything that harms anything he cares about.

Dislikes: Robots, corporations, zealots

Hates: His life

Personality: Angry and volatile, he used to have a softer, happier side, but it is buried deep beneath the seas of raging vengeance that have consumed him

Guardian: His parents, dead

Ancestor: Unknown

Syladex Modus: Queuestack

Specibus Abstratus: bladekind

Inventory: His Air Gear (a racing hoverboard), a first aid kit, enough food to last a lifetime, a ton of bricks, each captalogued separately

Specibus: His katana, which was forged using magic, causing it to be unbreakable (I swear, he had this before I read Homestuck)

Prototypings: A magic crystal, and his girlfriend, Rosalynn.

Text Color: #8B0000, Dark Red

Typing Quirk: no capitals, except in names.

Speech Style: he uses proper punctuation and grammar. his sentences tend to be short, but to the point.

Brief Back Story: Ethan Spine was born and raised in the village of Darkroot, which was attacked by a robotic army during his high school years. He, and a few others lived through the attack, but did not know about the others for over a year. He trained in the swordsmanship style of the samurai under a mysterious old swordsman. After completing this training, he hid himself away for several months with a shard of the Crystal Pillar, a magical artifact from his world. With it, he learned to unleash truly destructive powers. Using these powers, he united with his friends, and others to overthrow the dictator who had used his mechanical army and economic prowess to take over the world. It was only then their real test was given to them, as they entered their session of Sburb. They practically flew through their game, their prior skills and experience causing the constructs of the game to be negligible in power, even with their somewhat ludicrous prototypings. However, just as they were about to claim their ULTIMATE PRIZE, an eldritch terror appeared from no where, and knocked Ronin out. When he came to, all of his friends were dead, having died a Hero's death. He wept for his loss for the second time in his life. And vowed to avenge them. He could not tell where the creature had gone, but he knew he had to give chase. He chased it from session to session, and always found the same thing. The players killed, the door destroyed, or taken. He did not know. It wasn't long before he noticed the pattern, and decided to get a step, or two, ahead of his quarry, and went to a session that it had not yet visited, to beat it there, and kill it once and for all.
 

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PostPosted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 3:47 pm
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Name: Ehrinn Leukh

Online Handle: ascendantVirtuosa [AV]

Species: Balgair

Astrological Sign: The Dried Plains

Gender: Female

Blood Color: Red

Hair Color: Pale Gold

Eye Color: Scarlett

Skin Color: Fair skinned

Age: 47 rotations (≈ to 19 human years)

Psychic Abilities: None

Class: Prince

Aspect: Mind

Planet: Land of Yew and Lochs [LOYAL]

Resource Grist: Wheat Stalks

Dream Self: Prospit ; Dead

Likes: The grain of wheat, corn, rye, oats, rice, or millet; varying types of wines; The feeling of empowerment

Obsession: Games of chance; Playing Sburb indefinitely

Dislikes: Foods with too much flavor; Boredom; Any situation she can't control

Hates: Water in general; Being wet; Being pitied; Water in general (not a typo)

Personality: Generally happy when things go her way. She doesn't upset easily, but should she be angered, stay clear.

Guardian: Her pack mother

Ancestor: One of her brothers, Aink

Syladex Modus: A violin case that will grow or shrink to fit the size of the object being taken from or placed into it. It changes to the shape of the object, but always retains its black kevlar/metal texture and three chrome clasps. When carried it reverts back to its base violin size. It cannot shrink smaller than about the size of a ring box and cannot grow past around 9ft x 9ft. She has but to think of the desired object and place her hand upon the center clasp and the box will change size accordingly.

Specibus Abstratus: Chrdphnkind, bowkind (musical), fngrpckkind

Inventory: Hundreds of small, round bells in glass, silver, gold, etc; a silver and ruby necklace; various crates of rosins, grains and wines; coins, dice, cards and cups of differing sizes and prints

Specibus: Koto, Harp, Violin, Regular bow (musical), Steel bow (musical) with tiny razor wire strung threw it, metal finger picks

Prototypings: A small, round bell made of bronze and an empty wine bottle

Text Color: #ff033e, American Rose

Typing Quirk: ˙sᴉ sᴉɥʇ ʎɥʍ ǝɹns ʇou s,ǝɥS ˙uʍop ǝpᴉsdn sǝdʎʇ ǝslǝ ǝuoʎɹǝʌǝ ʇnq 'lɐɯɹou sǝdʎʇ ǝɥS

Speech Style: Uses proper grammar and punctuation.

Brief Back Story: Ehrinn tends to keep quiet about her past, mostly ashamed of her upbringing. Her pack was not well off and struggled day after day to survive. 'The Uncollared', as they came to be known, would plague the city.. leeching off other packs for their scraps like vermin. But all that hardship is long passed. Now she's the queen of her own realm, living a carefree life of luxury. She gambles with the players of these games and takes pleasure in seeing them ask for her aid. Circumstance has found her in this realm of Skaia. If the pesky heroes attempt to actually win, she can just ditch them and find another realm to inhabit, like the many others before. Time for a little mischief.
 
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