Profiles

[InsanePoisson]

Overview

This will be the proper place to post your profile upon creating it. I will provide in the following posts a profile skeleton, an outline in other words, brief descriptions of the abilities, and an overview of each group.

 

[InsanePoisson]

The Skeleton

Name: ((Characters Name))

Nicknames: ((Any Nick names?))

Age: ((Obvious, how old is your character))

Sex: ((Male/Female))

Appearance: ((Picture or description work))

Personality: ((What makes character your character))

Organization: ((Must choose one to begin RPing, Guardians, Wraith, or Wanderers))

Rank: ((Decided by organization leader))

Abilities: ((Normal members can choose up to three, crew/vice up to five))
Aura Color: ((Pick your color >.>))

Unique Attributes: ((Old army commander, expert sniper, former sword master, good cook, ect.))

Weapons: ((Do they carry any?))

Other: ((Anything else?))

Bio: ((Your characters story))  

[InsanePoisson]

Organizations

Wraith: They are considered the evil that is trying to take control of the Earth in its weakened state. They tend to be ruthless killers, power hungry, and will even go as far as stripping others of their powers to add to their own.

Guardians: They are the middle people, they won't no power for themselves and the leader sees power as a burden and a duty. They do what it takes to protect the peace and try to stop the new war that is breaking out, doing what it takes to stop it. They are the protectors of people but also the killers of those that threaten the peace, no matter who it may be.

Wanderers: They are the rebels that rose up against the Wraith's in an attempt to stop them. They are often seen as good, righteous, and protective.  

[InsanePoisson]

Abilities

Aerokinesis - Control over the air
Atmokinesis - Control over weather (Rain, storms, lightning, ect.)
Biokinesis - Control over your body and living organisms (Deals with manipulation of it, quicker healing, changing the body structure, mutate plants, ect.)
Cryokinesis - Manipulation and creation of ice, the freezing of water at command
Electrokinesis - Control over electricity and electrical devices
Hydrokinesis - Control over water
Magnetokinesis - Conrol over magnetic fields
Photokinesis - Control over light
Telekinesis - Ability to move objects with the mind
Pyrokinesis - Control over fire
Terrakinesis - Control over earth
Thermokinesis - Control over heat
Umbrakinesis - Control over shadows
Vitakinesis - Ability to heal yourself and others
The Sight - Ability to see and gauge a persons power and aura
Telepathy - Ability to read thoughts and hear spirits

 

[InsanePoisson]

Name: John Nex

Nicknames: N/A

Age: Unknown

Sex: Male

Appearance: He has a tale athletic build, his muscles more compact then bulky on his body, a young appearance of about 20. He has long, dark brown hair that rests just on his shoulders. His eyes are dark brown and his skin is lightly tanned from exposure to the sun. He tends to wear dark clothing, often wearing black. His clothes are surprisingly clean and un-torn for the circumstances the world is in. Wearing black jeans and a snug fitting black t-shirt. He often doesn't wear shoes as he despises wearing them.

Personality: He tends to be kind hearted and open to others. Level headed and a calm thinker, keeping his exterior calm looking as well. He takes actions when needed and won't hesitate at it either.

Organization: Guardians

Rank: Hypatos

Abilities: The Sight, Umbrakinesis, Biokinesis, Magnetokinesis, Pyrokinesis

Aura Color: Midnight Black

Unique Attributes: He is well trained with both swords and hand to hand combat. He is capable of also dissecting and analyzing a move to generate a counter to it.

Weapons: He carries nothing but a broken double edged blade stored in a full length sheath on his left hip.

Bio: His history and sketchy and vastly unknown. How he attended such a variety of powers as compared to others has yet to be discovered but many speculate it was his fate when he chose to rise up as the leader of the Guardians those many decades ago. His past history a mystery to those that surround him and are in-debt to him for his assistance. Those that have been blessed to get close to him and know him better have
found out a bit about him, at least what he would tell.

He was one of the few that had lived through the gas cloud that engulfed the world those 50 years ago. Surviving through the mass destruction that preceded it. He had witness countless friends and family members either killed before him or killed while defending their country. The pain overwhelmed him and sent him into darkness and loneliness. He often wandered the streets, just hoping to get hit with one blast, one bomb, just to end the pain. To scared to kill himself and just yearning for another to do it. But this never happened, rather something completely different happened.

He was in a crowd of people at the time, in one of the local safe houses, his own house being destroyed by a bomber about a month before. His clothes covered in dirt and torn, his face smudged with dirt. This war would never seem to end and he didn't know why it was started still, many countries left in ruins as theirs was. That's when it happened, the gas flooded the air and seemed to be suffocating. It was like a thick fog just engulfed the area in ever direction. People began to drop to the ground, gagging and choking on this white gas but he and a few others stood their. They were horrified and confused, they were standing and breathing in fine while others were suffocating because of this.

It brought him to tears as he dropped to his knees, his hands clutching his head. A sudden pain surged through his body, closing his eyes tightly, unable to see the others now. He shook his head as he cried out for the pain to go away, his body now doubling over as he grasped his skull still. Then suddenly the pain stopped, he released his head, had his cries been heard? He opened his eyes and looked around, the white gas still flooded the area, the peoples bodies unseeable but yet he could see something. His eyes scanned the area as he weakly rose to his feet.

He looked around, he could see what appeared to be the auras of the people, he had only heard of such things. His mind spinning around in confusion, the color slowly fading from the auras of the people that laid on the ground, they were dieing. He looked around more, unable to see clearly with the gas, what ever this gas had done did something to him and the others. Those that were alive he could see rising up soon after, their auras vibrant and large. What was this? Is all he could think to himself.

A few months after this the war seemed to subside and he had further discovered the amazing things he could do but so could others do as well. But they seemed to be limited to fewer then him, he didn't know why. Though soon gangs and cults formed together to try to take advantage of others and gain the scarce things they needed to survive. raiding military bases that are no longer in operation to get weapons to further their fighting capabilities.

It seemed even though this war ended violence still engulfed the Earth. One group in particular seemed to rise in power quite rapidly and take control. They were called the Wraiths, some of the most ruthless people he had seen. But he wanted to take no part in this violence, in these vial crimes that surrounded him. He fought to survive and to protect, not for gain. So he fled, he fled deep into the wilderness and mountains to hide, seeming to vanish from the earth.

Only to return many years later, seeing how much the chaos has grown since he departed. This enraged him, he thought it would only be temporary, feeling left over by the war but no, this was a fight for power. Greed consumed these people and the power drove them to abuse it and take advantage of others. he noticed two main sides fighting back at each other, along with other small ones that weren't nearly as powerful.

He looked at the two leaders, seeing them both as corrupt if allowed to gain complete control. So he did the only sensible, he didn't join either in the fight, instead he rose up his own. A organization to stop the power struggle, to stop both sides and bring peace. If needed wait till a proper leader came along to take control, till then they planned to keep the peace with him leading them forward. Their goal to keep peace at any cost, even their own or others lives.

 

[nicomon the archmage]

*Accepted by Poisson

Name: Drake Thorn

Nicknames: Dexark

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Appearance: Drake is just a little bit taller than the average person, with medium-length silver hair that goes partway down his neck, but not all the way to his shoulders, and his eyes are emerald green. He dresses in all black, including a hooded cloak.(His clothes look like this, but with the hood down.) He cut slits in back of his clothes to accommodate for his wings, which he created with his Biokinesis when he was a child. His wings are cover in black feathers, and they are large enough for him to use them to fly. He usually keeps his wings folded unless he is using them, but sometimes he will extend them for other purposes.

Personality: While seeming to be devoid of emotion, those who know him well can tell how he is feeling. He almost rarely reacts to any kind of taunting or instigation, out of anger or otherwise, unless he chooses to react to it. He is very knowledgeable and wise for his age, allowing him to understand things that others don't, and stay calm in almost any situation.

Organization: Guardians

Rank: Dreamweaver

Abilities: Biokinesis, Umbrakinesis, Photokinesis, Electrokinesis, Thermokinesis
Aura Color: Silver (The same as his hair.)

Unique Attributes: Drake has exceptional sword fighting skills, as well as being good at using his own body as a weapon, such fist fighting and things made using his Biokinesis. Thanks to his wings, he can also fly. He is also a third generation awakened, and as such, has a large amount of inborn skill in using his abilities. He also has high endurance, allowing him to push himself farther than others before being effected by exhaustion and pain.

Weapons: A large sword, which he keeps in a sheathe made from several straps of material, because he can't put it in a normal sheathe because of it's strange shape. Pic.(The handle is big enough for two hands)

Bio: Drake's parents were born only a couple of years after the disaster happened, and they both had awakened abilities, due to the fact that his grandparents were all awakened as well. The abilities he inherited from his parents were Biokinesis and Photokinesis. When he was born, it was unknown just how powerful he would be, as he was one of the earliest third generation awakened. One day when he was very young, he saw and eagle in flight, and was so captivated by it that his Biokinesis subconsciously activated, and caused him to grow wings. Seeing this, his mother decided that Drake should be trained to control his abilities consciously, instead of leaving them to be controlled by his subconscious.

Eventually, Drake could cause light to bend around himself with ease, rendering him invisible temporarily. After he had learned how to control his abilities, Drake's father decided to teach him how to use weapons as a means of self-protection, while his mother continued to train him with his abilities. At first, Drake trained with sticks against his father, but they slowly changed to different weapons, first changing the stick to a metal pole made of tin, so that it would not hurt them as much, and then moved on to dull swords later on.

On the first day of using actual swords,when he was about fifteen, Drake and his father had just finished training when there was a large explosion, and part of house they were staying was destroyed. When Drake looked outside, he saw a member of the Wanderers fighting a member of the Wraiths. They had gotten into such a rage during the fight that they both mistook Drake for the other, and proceeded to to attack him. Drake's parents tried to stop them, and managed to hold them off for a while, but eventually, they fell to the ground from their wounds, and were killed by the fighters. they then turned back to Drake, and began to attack him. In an attempt to hide from them, he tripped, and looking back to see what he had tripped on, he saw it was the sword he had been using during training. He picked it up, and looked back towards the two that were fighting, and lifted up the sword, ready to strike at them.

Drake was under so much emotional stress from the fear of the two and the death of his parents, that went into a power break, and as he swung the sword, it started glowing. The glowing got brighter very quickly, but after a few seconds the glowing stopped and left the sword in a writhing darkness. When the sword connected with the two people that were attacking him, the darkness wrapped around their bodies, then contracted itself to the point were they would have been completely crushed, then dissipated, leaving no trace that the two had ever been their. With nothing left to attack, Drake calmed down enough for the power break to end, and the darkness slipped off the sword and onto his hand, soaking into the skin as if it belonged there. While this was happening, he fainted from exhaustion and pain.

Nearly a full twenty-four hours later, Drake awoke, and at first didn't remember what had happened. As he looked around in confusion, and when he saw his parent's dead bodies lying on the ground, he suddenly remembered what had happened. Amazed by what had happened with the sword, he looked around him to try and find it, and after a few seconds noticed that he was, very surprisingly, still holding it. Or, at least he thought it was the same sword. He wasn't sure if it was or not because it now looked completely different. He also was surprised to discover that he had somehow absorbed a small amount of the two people, as there was sparks running along his skin, and and pieces of his clothing felt either a bit colder, or slightly warmer than usual.

Drake slowly got up off the ground where he was lying, and started walking down the street, with spark on his fingertips, and thinking about how much he wanted the fight between the Wanderers and the Wraiths to stop. Several months later, he found the Guardians, which he then chose to join, as they shared the same goals that he had. He has been working with the Guardians ever since, and he does not want anyone else to ever have to go through the emotional pain that he did when he was younger,and does ever thing he can to stop it.  

[Taigamma]

*Accepted by Poisson

Name: Evan Rulius

Nicknames: Van, Zero

Age: Unknown

Sex: Male

Appearance:


Personality: A sometimes cold and harsh fellow but has shown that he is capable of feeling happier emotions.

Organization: Wanderer

Rank: N/A

Abilities: Biokinesis and Electrokinesis

Aura Color: No Color; Makes Ripples

Unique Attributes: Swordsmaster and Peak-level Athlete.

Weapons: Longsword and Shield

Other: Van never shows his face.

Bio: A seemingly immortal fighter with no memory of his past and a goal for world liberation.  

[nicosh]

*Approved by Poisson

Name: Maria Oken

Nicknames: Xamira

Age: 25

Sex: Female

Appearance: Maria has long brown hair that reaches to her waist, and has used her Biokinesis to give herself catlike yellow eyes and ears, as well as short, retractable claws, which are also like a cat's. She dresses in brown shorts and a brown t-shirt, but goes barefoot, because she has the claws on her feet, as well. She also wears a long, emerald green cape, which reaches almost to the ground. Underneath the cape, she has a catlike tail, which, unlike the other changes she made to her body with the Biokinesis, doesn't seem to have a use.

Personality: Maria is very aggressive and sadistic to most people, but she can be very caring towards her allies. She takes what she wants when she wants it, and won't hesitate to kill anyone who tries to stop her. She finds great joy in the deaths of others, to the point were she will even kill just for the fun of it, which is quite a lot for her. Despite this, there are times when she doesn't feel like killing people, most often when there is something else to occupy her.

Organization: Wraith

Rank: Puppet

Abilities: Cryokinesis, Biokinesis, Terrakinesis.
Aura Color: Shiny Brown, almost copper-like.

Unique Attributes: Maria has many attributes of a cat, thanks to changes she made to her body with Biokinesis. Some of these things are extremely good hearing, very good eyesight and being able to see in the dark, having claws on her hands and feet, she is as silent as a cat, and is very lithe and muscular (which, of course are also cat attributes.).

Weapons: She has her claws. She will use something else, if she has to, though.

Bio: Even though Maria's parents were not awakened, and she was born after the disaster, she somehow ended up with powers. It may have been that the gas effected her parents in a that caused them to not have powers themselves, yet still pass on abilities to their children. All through her life, she loved killing things, starting with bugs when she was young, but moving on to bigger things as she got older, until, one when she was about 17, killed her parents. She was locked up in an asylum (one of the few left standing in the world), but she soon escaped, destroy what was left of the building in the process.

Maria then went on a killing streak, murdering hundreds of people within just a few days. However, she did it so discreetly that no one ever knew who did it, except for the signs showing it had been an awakened. But there was also evidence the attack had not been human, but some kind of large jungle cat, which didn't make sense, because, as far as everyone knew, there wasn't any awakened animals. She continued killing people within that city, until less than a quarter of the people within the city were left, yet they still didn't know who was doing the killing, and they never did find out, because the only reason the survivors were even still alive was because they had fled the city before they got killed.  

[Kerii Einjeru]

*Approved by Poisson

Name: Kerii Einjeru

Nicknames: Kerii

Age: 17

Sex: Female

Appearance: youthful, blonde with green eyes that change colors with the weather



Personality: Equipped with a contagious laughter, she is sweet and playful but determined and loyal. Willing to stop at nothing towards reaching her goal of bringing peace to the earth, she is often at the forefront of leading those who share her common goal. Her rebellious nature can sometimes make many frown, but she believes in her cause with all her heart, and positive changes only come from her good deeds.

Organization: Wanderers

Rank: N/A

Abilities: Aerokinesis, Atmokinesis, Vitakinesis

Aura Color: Violet heart

Unique Attributes: Mistress of the sunny skies and starlit nites. She seems to posses a sixth sense when it comes to knowing the motives of those around her and who to trust.

Weapons: Spirit Wand which channels her abilities. Often following her heart and playing on her emotions, her spells sometimes go awry.

Bio:

Don’t be fooled by her youthful looks and playful manner! A woman-child with an angel’s face, Kerii possesses skills beyond her age. Just a baby after the explosion, and the youngest of 5 children, she started showing signs of one who was gifted with the magic of weather and wind. When she was old enough, she attended school and soon became a rebel who would twist and turn many spells to form dazzling but often wayward effects to the dismay of her professors. Sweet as her favorite flower, the sunflower, but determined as the fiery evil around her, she protects the ones that are down and need uplifting.  

[Lets Take a Picture]

*Accepted by Poisson

Name: Nicole Richardson

Nicknames: Nickie, Babe.

Age: 20

Sex: Female

Appearance:

Personality: Nicole had always been a very soft, kind person. She would do anything to protect the ones that she loves. She resolved in trying to avoid death and wants to fight against anything that "Resolves" To the subject. She hates guns and if she must kill. She likes it clean.

Organization: Gaurdians

Rank: ((Decided by organization leader))

Abilities: Umbrakinesis, Telekinesis, Biokinesis

Aura Color: A mystical dark Violet

Unique Attributes: Nicole grew up with training. By age 13, she was a 5th degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do. She is excelent with taking down her enemy in about three seconds. She relizes the body's weaknesses and takes them to her advantages. Her hand on hand combat is amazing, but when it comes to weapons, she is knowleged in the art of swordsmanship.

Weapons: Only a well edged Blade, kept in a sheath that is located a bit sagging beneath the hip. Easy Access, as well as her two fists and ten fingers.

Bio: Nicole's father and mother were born one single year after the great happening occured. They were both born with the Awakened Ablilities. Her father never told her of her powers, untill she found out herself. One day, her father and her were in a pridicament. She started to get louder and louder and louder, untill she broke out and found her father lifted into the air. His eyes were filled with shock, untill he slowly lifted his two front fingers and lowered him, himself to the ground. Placing a hand on one of her shoulders, he sighed and looked her in the eyes.
"Nicole. We need to talk."

Nicole grew up in a family of two. She was with a single dad, mother ditching soon after she was three. It didn't matter to Nicole, what her birthmother thought of her. She knew she wouldn't grow up to be a looser as her mother. Her father was fine. He provided food for her and was there for her. She lived in a small house, maybe a little bigger than a large shack. A small kitchen, with an open family room that had one table, two chairs, and a tiny TV. There was one bathroom in the entire house and two bedrooms.

Her Father was dead set on safety and quickly forced her into Martial Arts. Hating it at first, Nickie fought her father every step of the way. She would flunk the class purposely, to avoid the pure violence. Of corse, this couldn't stop her hot-headed dad. He insisted on keeping her in, no matter the case. Soon, with hard edged fighting, she became atached. Her life was now this sport, going five days a weak after school everyday to work in the dojo for four hours, then come home and practice everything she worked on. Homework was that little sliver between supper and bed.

She enjoyed this. The pure energy. But, one stormy day, when Nicole was 13, she came home to find her father dead. He had been murdered by a masked man, just trying to get the paper in his wallet. Left, was a single sword. Earie, to find a wallet missing and the weapon left by the crime scene. Whoever did this. Knew who she was, and she knew what she had to do. She picked up the blade in her hand and slowly, but shirley, by age 17, she had mastered the interesting art. So greatly, that if a dove flew by over head, she could take the sword from her sheath and watch as the bird fell at her feat.

However, good as she was, she promised herself she would never be violent. She hated it dearly and it resolted to lose of blood and shed of tears from loved ones. She would revolt against the sport of killing and soon she found the group in that same year. She knew her spot in it. Her spot was to stop this. To stop it with the help of her companions at her side. They could stop this horrible pain. One way or another.