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 Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:38 pm
~Priest Syndicate~
You know reality right? Where there isn’t anything impossible and everyone is fine with the world around them. Well what if I told you that were all a lie, everything you know from the world’s history was created along the way of history in order to support a modern world. Back then everything was the truth, when people told about tales of horror and things that couldn’t be explained completely. That was the truth of this world, and this is the place that creates the fiction. Welcome to the Priest Syndicate.
In the Priest Syndicate is made up of both children and adults, both unless you are behind a desk you must normally have a special ability to be involved with us. This ability would be best called the Z gene it creates what medical professionals would call a mutation. The body does not change, but instead a power if you would be so crude to call it so becomes part of the body. This is the place where myth becomes reality and if you are new reality becomes myth.
Still don’t know what we are? Then let me put it in simple terms, the Bounty Hunters are we call them seek out known enemies such as vampires or other evil creatures that dare to threaten the way of the world. The Seekers go to unknown ruins in which a government has found and would rather keep silent, they are the most skilled in some cases since they must endure both fights with mythical creatures and avoid being killed by traps. Finally there are the Researches which don’t get me wrong have many skills much like the other two groups, but try to use their brain more then just their physical ability. Now that you know what we are will you join us?
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:40 pm
~Current Missions ~
Seekers/ Researchers = There is a unknown temple buried inside of a mountain near western Germany. Though the German’s have sent in their own troops it seems that known have returned and this is why we were called upon. We are sorry to say, but the place is completely unknown to us and we can’t even seem to send our weaker members to find out what is inside of the temple.
Hunters/ Researchers = It would seem that Germany is not only filled with new mysteries, but also a crowd of supernatural beings all around. Most of which are near the newly found temple, but some of the stronger creatures have spread out, I can not clearly express the importance to destroying this creature, but they also lurk with a unnatural power, one in which only a few in this Syndicate has seen before. We ask you to go and finish this beast before they gain the knowledge to destroy this world’s fantasy.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:42 pm
~ Settings ~
= Syndicate =
The beginning setting for all members of the Priest Syndicate will be their normal headquarters which is seen as a normal school for the rich and this is the way to show a good point that all people from every age can attend. Though below the normal school grounds is five levels of other workers and some sleeping quarters while the others on the school grounds itself. Let’s give a level run down.
First Level ~ Research, this is the place where all study the uncommon bounds and how to protect the fantasy world people live in.
Second Level ~ Training, this is the place where all are allowed to train on their own terms and fashions.
Third Level ~ Living, A place for everyone to live somewhere over a thousand rooms some of which are rather large containing their own showers and kitchens.
Fourth Level ~ Show Room, This is the place where all artifacts that have been found or fought for. Some examples of these are the Spear of Fate, or the Gauntlet of Life.
Fifth Level ~ Restricted ~ This means all members of the branch can not enter here unless gaining a permission from either one of the highest members, meaning the president or such. Though it has been said that a single Seeker/ Hunter has access to this level for personal reasons.
= Unnatural =
Since most forces of the underworld and such are found where major forces of spirit energy are released. So near the Priest Syndicate since so many valuable items that contain large amount of energy. The new location of the temple in Germany seems also to be gathering a large amount of creatures, along with new ones that do not contain a class.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:43 pm
~Classes~
Through the course of the Syndicate they have had to classify each class of the Z gene since each case is different. This is a good way to avoid putting higher classes with lower one and risk letting them get killed. The genes are S - D, but the only case of a S class was long ago destroyed since the power was far to strong to maintain under a normal human body. So the highest class at the moment would be A.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:45 pm
Rules:
No godmoding, power playing, auto hitting, ect.
Be respectful.
PM me all profiles.
Title the PM Priest.
Please if you have any problem PM and I will try to help you.
Follow gaia TOS.
No cybering its gross and people don't want to read it. Don't take it to the PM's just don't do it!!
I can add more rules.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:49 pm
~Syndicate Profiles ~
Appearance:
Gaian Name:
Name: (Include a last name)
Age:
Z Gene: (Powers two per person)
Cover: (Student or Teacher)
Profession: (Hunter, Seeker, Researcher)
Position: (Class A - D)
Bio:
Appearance:
Gaian Name: Hokyo Cumen
Name: Amico Highill
Age: 19
Z Gene: Collecting genes in his body to generate a electrical charge within his own body, much like a eel would, but the power that is pushed out of his body is much stronger and would be closely considered much like a lighting storm.
Cover: Student
Profession: Hunter/ Seeker
Position: Class B
Bio: One of the older members along with Priest though his age is not what makes him a higher member of the council, he was founded in the Syndicate and lived by their rules since he came there when he was four. He has no memory of a family or even a desire to find them. Seeming to be a cold man he was once part of a three member group, one his brother that had no real blood tie to him, he just took in Amico. The second was a council member much like Amico is today and she was once called the pillar in which the Syndicate stands on. Her power was unmatched, but it was also her downfall, when she became the first S class her own power destroyed her, but not without taking Amico’s brother with her. Amico no longer tries to go on Seeker missions since that was his original profession, but now he takes towards the Hunt. Though only being a B class power he is still feared by many since his power is closely related towards the girl that once was his team mate. For the last couple of years he has put his own neck on the line in order to kill off any creation that would harm the fantasy world that he helps create because he was told once that it was her wish to protect people and so he continues to fight. The strangest thing about him, is there are no records of him ever being born and most all his paper work which any member of the Syndicate can access, will show that until he came to the Syndicate there is no recorded information on him, along with his two team mates that are now gone, though there is no grave for them or information on where they are buried.
Appearance: 180cm, 100kg, hazel eyes, 200mm+ M.A.D. Scientest style hair, pale skin, freckling on limbs. Often seem in a labcoat, usually wears cloths with an inordinate amount of pockets, also seen with a "backpack O' Randomness" that at minimum carries various tools and multiple rolls of duct tape.
Gaian Name: Draqx
Name: Draqx ...Smith
Age: 24
Z Gene: M.A.D. Science, and technomancy: These two are very intertwined and regarded as almost the same, one has to do with the creation of things so complex or off the wall that they should not work... but they do, the other helps make technology do stuff, even things beyond its normal parameters on occasion.
Cover: Teacher
Profession: Researcher
Position: Class A
Bio: Draqx is a varied individual, at times acting like the cliched M.A.D. Scientist, at other times making jokes, and others being very concentrated on what he is doing... and sometimes just chillaxing. But the way he acts is not something that anyone should take at face value sometimes. Draqx came from Canada, the land of the ice and snow... where keeping warm is an necessity, and as the mother of invention sometimes helps make one try things, the environment that Draqx grew up in helped influence him to become the oddity he is. His abilities, while not as flashy as some of the others out there, are quite apparent to those that know what they are looking for... or dismissed as something made by the ACME cooperation that supplies wily coyote. This noticing had brought Draqx to the Syndicate to help puzzle out some of the more esoteric things brought back. Draqx had a knack for this and soon was helping out in many ways and his interest was hooked for good. Now he does what he can as he can, and teaches some of the science classes, as even as the school is a cover, everyone needs to know about some things, so why not teach them in classes they are supposed to be having anyways? Draqx does not mind imparting his knowledge when he is not needed for research, though having to mark things can kinda be a pain when they are not on scantron... as he can tell if people are trying to cheat with scantron pages due to his abilities.
Appearance: 
Gaian Name: Crush Crush
Name: Lucid Atray
Age: 22
Z Gene: Water manipulation; Lucid is able to control water around him as well create water with his own powers.
Healing; His healing powers are not as great as his control over water, Lucid is able to heal minor and some major wounds, but it takes it's toll on his body causing him to exert too much energy.
Cover: Teacher
Profession: Seeker
Position: Class A
Bio: Lucid used to be a student in the Syndicate, that was quite some time ago. His parents died when he was young and he was an only child. He became a member of the Syndicate as a child and has been there ever since. He's seen a lot of terrible things since he joined, but that only made his desires stronger, to become stronger in order for those things not to happen anymore. Lucid always was among the top in his class and his fieldwork as a seeker was usually done without too many issues. Due to his outstanding record, he was asked to become a teacher in order to help the next seeker's do their job safely and to the best of their abilities. Despite being a great student, being a teacher has been much more of a challenge.
Appearance: Kiami looks older then she really is it’s easy to mistake her for being nearly 20. He keeps her hair short cut with a pixie cut in back and longer bangs in the front that dangle over her eyes. She has brown eyes that almost look amber to match her dirty blond hair. She stands about 5’7” and weighs 138lbs. She has a light build that she’s kept up mostly for agility when in combat. Along her back is the tattoo of two phoenix wings that go from the top of her shoulders down to her bum, not that many are lucky enough to know that.
Gaian Name razz luto Aylith
Name: Kiami Ward
Age: 16
Z Gene: Immunity to the cold and the ability to control water in nearly any state.
Cover:Student.
Profession: Hunter
Class: B
Bio: Kiami was found in a rural Area of New Zealand, her family was well off but they didn’t understand her abilities that appeared when she fell ill in the heat of summer at the age of 6. Kiami was found by one of the researchers that had an idea of what was going on. She was found to have the Z gene with a rather powerful ability but with lots of dangers to having it. The heat from New Zealand’s summer had made her ill, showing her to be weak to extreme heat or prolonged exposure to heat. Ever since she had been picked up she has worked hard to become a hunter.
Being a 16 year old she’s also prone to picking up childish crushes on the men around her, but none of them have truly meant anything thus far.
Appearance: 
Gaian Name: Aco the invader
Name: Miyamoto Taro
Age: 31
Z Gene:
1. Has amazing instinct that surpass human instinct, even reasoning. This power can only be seen to him and is hardly noticeable to spectators. For one, his heart beats at an amazing rate, one that would normally kill a person. This is fueled by pure adrenaline which rushes through his body, preventing his heart from exploding or malfunctioning during the process. Through his eyes, the scene around him slows down to a much more pleasant pace. This helps because it allows him to evaluate the situation further and allows him to focus tremendously. It is also noteworthy that while everything around him appears to slow down, in reality it actually does not, and this does not prevent him to move any faster than he regularly does. It does though sharpen his reflexes and allow him to react better in dangerous circumstances.
2. Miyamoto's white blood cells have an awesome vitality and super-human regenerative rate. This does not make him any less indestructible and when he sustains an injury like a broken arm it wouldn't heal in ten minutes. It does mean though, that cuts and damaged or dead tissues will be healed in half the time, usually even less depending on the severity of the wound. Despite this being a power of his he cannot control it with his will, instead it is in a default setting where whenever he is hurt it kicks in.
Cover: Neither
Profession: Hunter
Position: B
Bio: Miyamoto was at a young age placed in a weapons training program headed by his father. The weapons were mostly traditional Japanese sword weapons, Miyamoto himself learned to use a okatana. He was exceptionally skilled with this weapon and along with his training it was decided he would be trained in the samurai style. He was taught samurai values, reading and even remembering the Book of Five Rings (a book about samurai values, fighting, etc.). His father had intended him to serve the emperor, just like he himself had, but when it was discovered that he contained the Z gene he was taken away by the Syndicate to train with them. His contact with his partner has been sparce since then.
Miyamoto trained with Syndicate, using his skill with the sword instead of the powers he was born with. He does use them very well together though. Miyamoto prefers to work by himself because he feels there's more of a negative to working with a partner then positives. He is loyal to the bone and a humble servant of the Syndicate. He does not always do directly what he is asked to do and gives off the impression of being a rebel, but he always keeps the objective clear in his head even though he may have different ways to achieve them.
Gaian Name: xXEternal_SmilesXx
Name: Victoria (Tori) Elizabeth Ringley
Age: 18
Z Gene: 1. Tori is known for her unique ability to produce and control ice. The thing that makes this power so unique is that she can form almost anything out of the frozen water, like cannons, spikes below your feet, and even shields. She has the ability to control whether the ice is able to be melted or not.
2. Tori's muscles are able to contract for long periods of time. It takes a lot to tire her out, and so she's able to battle longer than most. This ability also makes it take longer for her to heel, however. She can control the length of time that her muscles contract.
Cover: Student
Profession: Hunter/ Seeker
Position: Class B
Bio: Tori is well known around the Syndicate, though she tends to keep to herself. She was found at the age of eight by a member of the Syndicate, and so she grew up there. Her mother died giving birth to her, and her father had raised her until she was seven, when he was killed by a creature that she had previously thought to only exist in story books. Tori is still plagued with nightmares about the death of her father, and so she doesn't sleep very often. She keeps to herself to avoid getting close to people, but she sees some members of the Syndicate as family, and she would risk her life to protect them. She was recently injured when she had been called into action as a hunter, and so she has a hard time using her left arm. She can often be found in the training grounds or by herself beside the fountain. She rarely goes to class, but for some reason she is also rarely punished for it. There are a lot of things about her past that nobody knows. Only a handful of longtime members know about the death of her father, like Amico. Although he is only a year older, she looks up to him. Most people find her intimidating because of her mysterious stature and icy stare, so she has very few friends. And yes, she really does wear a top head tilted to the side like that.
Appearance: 
Appearance: Alexander
Gaian Name: Rainy-Sama
Name: Alexander Rubido Orion
Age: 17
Z Gene: 1. Alexander can create illusions. They are almost impossible to notice they aren't real. Because of his unstability at the age of 17 they cant dop any damage. Once he matures though thay can easily kill someone.
2. He has an alternate personality that releases all of his physical limitations and clears the mind of everything but pure instincts and who the enemy is. This form multiplies his speed by 5 and just about all fo his other senses but smell and touch. His nerves turn off to prevent the force of his blows to hinder him. He cant use his illusions in this state.
Cover: student.
Profession: Hunter.
Position: A
Bio: Alexanders parents were killed by him. He once as a very young boy of the age of 4 released his second power on accident. When the Police showed up his parents were ripped apart and torn to shreds and slivers of bone. The syndicate found him shortly after and he has been taken care of by them for years. He Has no fondness for any of the people he knows though. He is often seen as the syndicates assassin.
Appearance:
Gaian Name: Christian Monroe
Name: Leonardo Raelin De La Viena
Age: 19
Z Gene: 1. Leo's senses are enhanced. He can see in more calculated ways. He can also see all things unnatural in a different focus, allowing him to see and hear past any camouflage or shape-shifting abilities. His calculated sight can tell him what to touch and what not to touch to get where he wants too. For example, if Leo wanted to get out of a burning building before it collapsed, his focus could tell him where not to step so that the floor doesn't crumble beneath him, and what parts of the the ceiling and walls are about to collapse. And if he came to a door, the door would glow a certain way if it was a path to the nearest exit or the exit itself. Most of these things glow in a bright red color or haze.
2. Leo has the ability of movement. He can move up to higher speeds and decrease his central gravity to make himself lighter, allowing him to move even faster or fall slower, even simulate flight, but of course a certain amount of gravity still remains, so it would be more like floating. Because of this, his stamina is amazing, but his carb intake is very high. Leo must eat a massive amount of carbs everyday to keep himself energized. He usually always has food on him.
Cover: Student
Profession: Seeker
Position: B
Bio: Leo was raised in the Syndicate by his parents. They were once the Leaders of the Syndicate, but they were killed on a mission. Leo has been expected to do great things because of his parents, but he hardly knew them. How was he supposed to live up to people he never really knew? He was 7 when they died, but he was never really around them. They were always busy doing something for the Syndicate that Leo hadn't really known them, except for how the looked. Leo didn't blame the unnatural for taking away his parents, he blamed the Syndicate. They took them away from him long before the unnatural. They just finished the job. Ever since, Leo has been raised by the Syndicate itself. All the members, taking turns watching him, training him, teaching him, and at the end of the day, the last person to have him took him to his room and put him to bed. When Nathan turned 13, he gave up. He just took his training and lessons half-assed. He was already good enough, reaching level B by the age of 11, not that that was much of a shocker for someone who basically lived their entire lives learning and training. But, Leo didn't see any reason for him to go on, so he just took the next 6 years as review. He had got to the almost point for level A, but never exceeded. He was content where he was, and he was too stubborn to go any farther.
Because of Leo's parents, life style, and mission record, he is a vet around the Syndicate, but he hates them. Hates all of them. And he rather give a damn about how they feel about him. But, in his years of wisdom, known as 18 and 19, he has learned to take a new
Appearance: 
Gaian Name: Dae Dae
Name: Meredith Ludd
Age: 17
Z Gene: Reading items; he can derive past and future events by touching an item (or occasionally a person) involved in said events. Spirit medium; he can communicate with the spirits of the dead.
Cover: Student
Profession: Researcher
Position: C
Bio: Meredith's parents are renowned traveling spiritualists with their own ideas about what is real and what is not. While their theories are still quite far from the truth, they are closer than most to 'parting the veil', so to speak. Thus it was no great surprise to them when their third child, Meredith, began speaking to spirits at a young age. Most people just assumed the boy had made up imaginary friends and so Meredith's abilities went under the radar for years.
Meredith grew up happy and with many friends, though most of them were long dead. The only pitfall in his life was the constant moving. He, his parents and his now five siblings seemed to always be on the road. Like any child under those conditions, Meredith missed his old friends and hangouts, but was always quick to find new ones.
Life went on in this unusual, but not overly so way until Meredith was thirteen years old and his ability to read objects manifested for the first time. This ability was much unlike his first in that he had no control over it and the images he saw often confused or frightened him as well as leaving him with terrible headaches. Thinking perhaps they had encountered malign spirits, his parents performed their rituals to no avail. But their attempts were public enough to draw the attention of the Syndicate.
Having little trouble convincing Meredith's parents that they could help him, the Syndicate acquired him easily and began teaching him. He still has not completely honed his abilities and often wears gloves to avoid triggering unpleasant images.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:50 pm
~Unnatural Profiles~
Appearance:
Gaian Name:
Name:
Age: (Be reasonable)
Natural Born: (Born powers)
Race:
Position: (Same as Syndicate)
Origin: (Where you were first born)
Bio:
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Appearance: 
Gaian Name: Hokyo Cumen
Name: Gyel HigHill
Age: 23
Natural Born: Gyel has the Z Gene of wind, changing the current of the wind. This also allows him to be rather light on his feet and quick, when it comes to fighting.
Race: Human - Demon
Position: Unrated ~ the syndicate hasn’t rated him as his new self.
Origin: Ireland
Bio: Gyel was killed two years ago when the first known S class came into the world, but she was overrun with the power. Gyel was told that he was the blood brother to Amico and the woman, but however he always showed that he didn’t believe this. After he was killed he awoke one of the green fields of Ireland and found this to be a sign that he was not meant to be with the syndicate any longer. Over the last two years he has grown as one of the unnatural hiding in the shadows and killing humans for food. He now considers himself as one of the demons that he once fought so hard to kill when he was in the syndicate, but he feels this is much more in his place in the world. In the last year he has been taking personal attacks against the syndicate research groups that were easy to pick off and he met a fallen angel by the name of Zenn Noble.
Appearance:
Gaian Name: Crush Crush
Name: Zenn Noble
Age: 12 (Years since he was bannished)
Natural Born: Zenn has control over fire; The flames that he can create aren't normal, they are made out of dark energy which burns hotter than fire.
Zenn has the power to teleport; He's able to travel from place to place in the mortal realm as long as he knows exactly where he's going and it's location. Unfortunately, this power can deplete most of his energy. It's basically a last resort in the face of almost certain peril. So, it's basically a one time use power until he's gained his energy back.
Race: Fallen Angel
Position: No Class
Origin: Heaven
Bio: Zenn was born in Heaven. His parents were both angels and raised him to be a angel that would never do any wrong. There was something different about Zenn. An unsettling feeling, his rebelious nature was an issue as a kid as he usually didn't care much for the teachings that his parents forced on him. He never had a choice in the matter. Slowly as he grew older his will to fight and become stronger was the source of his problems. Instead of working things out, he'd rather solve problems by fighting. On one faithful day, 12 long years ago, his will to fight became too much as he killed another angel with zero remoarse. Zenn was banished from the heavens and was to a degree, born again as a fallen angel.
For the next almost eleven years, he spent on earth just doing whatever he could to get by in this world. It was new to him and his want for power seemed to overwhelm him. He trained for as long as he could remember, burning forests, cities, or whatever he could find to make his powers perfect. He continued on this path until he found somebody who could truly understand him. Gyel HigHill was his name, ever since then, he has joined with Gyel in order to fight Syndicate members who were stronger than just normal humans. Zenn is basically his second hand man who will do whatever it takes to do as he's instructed.
Appearance: 
Gaian Name: Monseiur-Maestro-648
Name: Tcaeolligf Catalysis Rozune [[Caeleph Lysis Rozune for ‘human’ eyes]]
Age: Physique of a fourteen year old, but is around sixteen years of age. He has yet to hit his growth spurt.
Natural Born: With his birth, he was always a child to throw tantrums. A very physical child, indeed. With every tantrum he had, he threw objects, broke something, and stomped on the ground. As he grew older, growing out of the tantrums for sure, he had less and less, but there was this crack in the ground one time when he stomped down. Something told him that it wasn’t because he was strong, because he had the same height, same weight, and same muscle mass as he had at the age of fourteen. He hadn’t grown an inch at all.
Lysis has control over certain aspects of the earth. Things that maintain contact with the ground while he’s making contact with the ground, objects which he had unearthed, the like.
No overly excessive strength or anything. With the natural born ability, he was able to manipulate different things about the earth’s qualities. Its contents, such as minerals, or its motion, causing landslides, earthquakes, etc. He hasn’t mastered the incredible things that ‘elementlists’ were able to, but he has managed to create pillars of earth, sink islands when absolutely furious [[unknown to even himself]], bring forth materials and items within the earth itself, such as human remains, bones, or vessels. He’s tried a couple of things to try to defend himself, but the best he can come up with is a dome, which creates a crater beneath him, and produces a medium-sized dome above his head.
This is with about nine years of self-practice here.
Race: Human -- Unknown.
Position: Undetermined.
Origin: Unknown.
Bio: With his family full of weird people, he wasn’t looked down upon when he started making cracks underneath him, but when he did manage to unearth a large boulder with blind rage, which wouldn’t happen today, he was immediately unattached from the family in fear of what he could do. He couldn’t remember anything after a week of being on his own, and he came across this group, the Syndicate, a couple of times here and there. They never got anything out of him, being that he was just a ‘blind child’, so they let him be. He wasn’t officially blind, he just couldn’t see certain things, like objects which wouldn’t be touching the ground. An outline of it, maybe, but that’d be hazy as well.
After he managed to catch two other beings such as himself, he decided it was best to lurk after them, examining them with his best surreptitious intent. If they would find out that he was following after them, then he wouldn’t know what would happen.
Appearance: 
Gaian Name: Heavenly Angel Goddess
Name: Haruna Sendo
Age: 16(27)
Natural Born: Haruna is the cross between a summoner and a medium. The reason for this, is her powers allow her to create spirits and using special cards attach them, preventing the created spirit from passing on or fading away. Haruna makes use of these cards when she fights, releasing the spirit from a card and having it fight for her. The type, power, and skills of the spirit she creates, depends on what seals she applies to the cards, this makes predicting what the spirit can do difficult, even for her. The only flaw with her power is that the spirit is single use, once summoned, after a period of time, or if the spirit is defeated it passes on, leaving the card to hold a new spirit. In long combat's Haruna can often run out of spirits, and given she requires time and materials to create and seal new ones, after the ones she makes are gone, she's usually in trouble. She's been working on unsealed spirit summoning, but it's very difficult, and because of how unique her abilities are, finding someone who could help her she believes is impossible.
In the similar manner of how she uses her spirits and seals them in cards, she herself is the same. When she died, her powers came into being and reattached her spirit to her body. She is not really living or dead now, she doesn't bleed nor tire, doesn't eat, doesn't breath, nor does she sleep, she just continues on living. Her body can be destroyed, and just like her spirits, if her body is destroyed, she herself will part from this world.
Race: Human - Specter
Position: Unrated
Origin: Japan
Bio: Haruna Sendo was born in Tokyo Japan where she spent her years alive, happy with her parents. On a bright summer day, she was making an errand when something came out and attacked her. Taking a devastating wound to her back she fell into the river which ran next to the road and was swept away. The rushing water was what killed her, as her blood was constantly washed away, the wound did not heal, as her body grew cold, numb, and lifeless her vision began to fade. At the age of 16, Haruna, was dead. What came after was more like a nightmare, she wandered through darkness, frightened, suffering, and alone. She screamed for help and then suddenly, light filled the dark void. Haruna awoke to find herself in a temple, dressed in a black robe and completely unsure of what happened. It was right off, she realized something was wrong, she was alive, but yet she felt nothing. No heart beat, no breath, no feeling of the clothes on her body, she felt nothing. In a panic she tried to get up and scream but the sudden movement after so long of lifelessness, she "overloaded" and passed out. When she awoke once again she saw people standing over her, dressed in the same black robe who restrained her and told her to keep calm. Thats when she had learned what had happened, from what they said she knew that she had to have died, but said nothing and listened. Apparently, she was found holding onto a large rock in the river, near death and was brought to this temple where she did not wake up for almost 2 years. The statement of two years almost drove what little sense she had left away. She tried to recall stuff, she tried to remember what happened, the only thing she knew was that she was attacked, and was killed. Everything up till the point now, was gone. It took her 3 years to recover to a stable point after that. She didn't have any memory of her life before her death, and she never told anyone that she was dead for fear of being labled some kind of monster. The people of the temple, were a secretive type who studied the ways of the ninja, something which she learned had been around many years ago and that most of the old traditions were lost. The people of the temple had tried their best to recover those traditions, and continue to teach them so they never died. Many years they had helped people who were in need, and Haruna was no different. Haruna spent 3 years of her life there, although she was 24, she was still in her body of 16 years. Fearing that she would be found out, she thanked the ones who had helped her and just like that she left, to wander. It was through her wandering she started to discover things about herself, her power for one, which she believes had saved her, and that she was in-fact dead. She was alive, but yet, she wasn't. Even to this day she hasn't really understood what exactly that ment, but after 3 years of traveling, she has virtually stopped caring. She has a rather unusual style of martial arts, a mixture of several styles, added to her "ninja" training. Her one goal, that she has focused on, the one desire she holds close to her heart, she wants to live, more then anything, she wants to live, wandering she believes will help her find that answer.
  Gaian Name: ..s.k.i.t.t.l.e.s..
Name: Amarantha Caligo Divum// Consensio Pervideo
Age: Twenty, though it is uncertain just how old Consensio is.
Natural Born:
Amarantha herself has no skills that can be considered threatening, the being laying waste to her mortal soul however, has quite a few.
&& --> Somnium Atrox// Is the ability to manipulate what others see, hear, and possibly do, if done correctly. Insanity is her tool of trade, though she does not directly have to be in one's head, she can change the shape and appearence of surroundings and people. Tricking others into believeing that they are seeing things that may or may not be there. This works to her advantage because Consensio can then fight battles on her own Plane, not on Mortal Turf.
&& --> Atrum Tactus// Possession is her number one favorite act. Though she rarely does such a thing because it would force her to leave the host she is currently occupying. She CANNOT physically live on the Mortal Plane without a host, so if Amarantha dies, so does Consensio. If she chooses another host, it would have to be someone of weak stature, which excludes those that had once fought against her or any other creature not born from the Mortal Plane.
Race: Amarantha is human, Consensio is a Demonic Manfestation of Discord
Position: The human is not rated, because Amarantha poses no threat, however, back when Consensio was roaming earth as a true Demon, she was classified then as, "A." What her class is as of late, has been undetermined.
Origin: Amarantha was born and raised in Rome, whereas her Demonic Counterpart was intially summoned in Paris, France.
Bio: Consensio is the primary target of this story, as she is the one, most should fear. Sckarat'maatursies, was the Fifth Name, of the Fifty Doors of Hell, where Consensio was created, from both Insanity and Discord. Her involvement in the mortal world of man was to plant herself in their feeble minds and play the part of chaos and insanity. Where ever there was a tyrant or a corrupt leader, you could be most certain that Consensio was there. Her pandemonium was world renouned for the longest of years, and though she was hunted by any and all that felt strong enough to stand against her tricks, none had triumphed. It wasn't until the Priest Syndicate took on the task of finding her and ridding the world of her chaotic existence, that finally she fell to their ranks and was casted back into the Fifth Door. Her creators took upon themselves to punish her for her weakness, and she spent many long days under the worst penance imaginable for a Demon of her stature. But the Demon was given a second chance, a time to redeem herself from purgery. From the Fifth Door she crawled out of, reaching for the first time in years, the Mortal Plane, Consensio realized she had not been given her body back, instead, remained a Manifestation of her prior self.
Amarantha was a young girl living in the stomach of Rome at the time, where Consensio was revived. Prone to possession and fits of pragmatic Stigmata, the Demon of Discord knew that Amarantha was the perfect outfit for her new existence on earth. Now back, Consensio wants revenge on those who had casted her into Hell, not too many years ago. Whispers and hollowed information has been reaching her ears of an attempt to take those she is fighting against down. Though she herself works alone, Consensio would be willing to lend a hand...
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 4:38 pm
The gray walls of cement glimmered in the newly dawn sun, dews of moister trickled down the walls making small highlights of rainbows flicker at the corner of his eyes. He starred out from one of the open halls which allowed the students to cross the large square of flowers and the giant fountain which gave students some peace in between classes or a place to eat lunch. However he didn’t dare stroll across the small meadow of sorts, instead he watched as the fountain sparked with the morning sun and small drops of water splashed into the pool at the bottom, a forever disturbed surface. He slowly took a deep breath of the morning air and exhaled watching his own breath form and then vanished mixing into the rest of the air, almost like he had never taken a breath. His hands shifted and pieces of paper fell from its folder and slide across the gravel path that led into the square. He sighed and bent down and began to scoop up the papers again, he hated it when he found a new mission on his desk after he had just returned.
As he picked up the last piece of paper, a couple sentences on the report caught his eye.
‘Former members of the Syndicate have not made contact after searching the cave and there has been no astral energy admitting from the shrine, it is a dead zone.’
These of course meant nothing to him; he just found in interesting, the information was vague almost nonexistent besides of some of the shrines pictures. It wasn’t like the higher ups to forget information or withhold information at least not to him. He made a hissing sound between his lips as he thought, but as he heard some foot prints coming towards him, he stuffed the piece of paper into the folder and stood, strolling away from the chatter of two girls that were heading to class. He had never been one to enjoy the company of others, in this type of career the pleasure of another would only lead to more disappointment. He guessed that was why he was considered good on missions, no matter what he finished them and it didn’t cloud his judgment to kill another member of the team if they were being controlled by another soul or demon.
As he came around another corner which leads into the main west side of the complex, he leaned up against one of the walls and took out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, it wasn’t like anyone would stop him from smoking. His deep blue eyes looked between his long strains of almost purple like hair and the end of the cigarette began to smoke and then caught on fire as he took a long drag and puffed out the smoke, as he slide down the wall so he was sitting and set the paper work beside him. What a long week this was going to be.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 6:18 pm
Draqx peered though the brightly coloured liquid in the flask and gave it a swirl, the colour shifting slightly with the movement, but went back once still. Draqx pondered for a moment then using a dropper took a sample and gropped two fat drops into a ceramic mug filled with a slightly fizzing liquid mixture.
Draqx waited till the fizzing settled down a bit before picking up the mug and giving a sip.
'hmmmmm, brownian swamp water, om nom nom nom. Tastes like a mixute of soda... in motion!'
Draqx continued sipping while taking off his safety goggles and then went over to his desk, where the remnants of a meal stood, the crumbs of s sandwich and a large cookie. There on the desk as well was a note that was not there before, Draqx picked up the note and read it while sipping from the mug.
'To Draqx, blah blah blah, anomilious reading, wahwah whawhawhawha whawhawha whawha whawha wha, investigate, blah-de-blah blah, etcetera etcetera etcetera... P.S. stop playing with your food.'
Draqx folded the note and placed it in his pocket while draining the mug of its contents. Then grabbing the cookie and sticking it in his mouth so he could chew it and walk he started getting things together while mumbling though the cookie in such a way as to be nigh impossible to be understood, if anyone had been listening that is.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 7:21 pm
As he finished his cigarette he stood again and brushed himself off, flicking the bud towards a nearby garbage can it seemed to reach with it without any problems. He yawned as he looked at a nearby clock for the time, he however didn’t feel the need to attend any school classes today, and of course if anyone sat inside of a class during it they would find it very normal to a class any other school however a bit more advanced. Rolling the paper folder he stuck it into his back pocket and pulled out another cigarette, of course they would kill most people he was different. His powers enabled his cell recreation to be much higher then most so the entire stretch of dead ones would be healed and replaced with any amount of power that surged through his body.
He strolled down to one of the elevators which led to the lower levels of the campus and pressed in his personal code, and entered into the elevator however the cold metal tube didn’t move or have any buttons that allowed you to simple press a floor. “Amico HigHill; destination second floor for exercise routine.” He stated simply, however the computer blue dot above the doors glittered for a moment and then a static voice came across to him. “HigHill you are supposed to be in class at the moment, failure to attend will be forwarded to the High Council, where they will decide upon a proper punishment.” The voice was soft and female, a computer program to make people feel more comfortable with it, however the program just pissed off Amico. “I will accept all measures in which the High Council concludes as my punishment, process my request.” He spoke as calmly as he could muster, but the cigarette’s ashes proved different from his voice, it was only the nub again. The elevator finally moved after finishing the forwarding of Amico’s disregard of the warning, the worse the High Council did was send him warnings, most people got warnings, nothing was truly off limits in this place, but there were cases of rogue powers unleashing themselves, Amico himself had to subdue a number of these cases.
As the elevator stopped, he stepped out into a giant track sized room, including the seats, modeled after the roman coliseum, but about two times smaller, not many people came here unless they just wanted to show off. Amico pulled out a third cigarette, this was a normal day, he went through packs like they were nothing, he didn’t even truly like the taste or had come addicted to them, he did them because of habit. A habit that allowed him to keep his temper, when he was younger he was about as wild as many of the other students around the fake school, but the last few years had straightened him out as the Council called it. Walking down the steps of that lead to the main floor of the track, he noted another group of girls sitting in the benches pointing and laughing at a small group of boys in the middle of the track.
Amico stopped and watched, he couldn’t help but smile at this, and he knew what was going on. It was normal for boys to fight over woman, but in this school the fighting was a little fiercer and not forbidden as long as it was held within the arena. Taking a seat on one of the far benches he rested his arms on his legs and blew the smoke out of his nose, as he watched the fighting below, of course they were first years and had very little control over their powers, but from what he saw, there was two fire users and one water, the problem with these powers were they needed a source to start them such as a lighter or a carton of water, but of course you could always find both in this school. He watched the fight go on they had some talent and would get better if they survived a few missions.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 8:16 pm
Draqx finished getting together a general set of supplies and tools and packed them into his "backpack O randomness" and put it on, offing a bit as the weight settled on his back. The pack, was heavy, but the way it was designed was such that it fit him perfectly and spread the wieght out, and the waist belt helped transfeer some of the weight to the hips, a very good design for hauling a goodly amount for a long time. Draqx started walking as he was clicking the straps in and opened the door with a polite query to the facility computer. Draqx was allways polite with the computers he worked with, especially those he used his abilites on, as sometimes a bit of his other power would seep through, and Draqx had read the evil overlords handbook a few times, and rule 59, 169, and the one about treating minions, underlings, and any sort of creature that is being controlled by any means, to treat them nicely, so that when someon or something frees them of the control they do not come after you for revenge. Draqx needed to get something from his room, and perhaps borrow something from the showroom... but if he did he would have to calibrate it on the test range in the training level, so he walked to the elevator and pushed the button and waited for it to arrive. Draqx could have used his ability to call the elevator, but he tried to limit himself sometimes, so that he kept up his regular skills as well. (( evil overlord list can be found here: http://www.eviloverlord.com/lists/overlord.html or if you want a longer list then this one is not too bad: http://www.sff.net/paradise/overlord.html ))
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 8:24 pm
Lucid watched as his last student left the classroom. It wasn't the end of class yet, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to let them out a little bit early. It didn't bother him, it actually made him smile a bit. Finally he was free of teaching for the day. It was never one of his favorite things to do, but it was his duty. He was A class after all, the only reason his power became A class was through all his hard work and training. Lucid was highly experienced as a seeker and knew a lot that would help keep people safe. Lucid figured one day the Syndicate would ask him to be a teacher, just not so soon. It was such a hassle to think of what to teach his class all the time.
Looking down at a book which was still open on the desk, a sigh slowly escaped his mouth as he remembered the first time he had seen it before. Some memories from his past were really nice to remember, this was one of those times. His powers at that time were D class and he could barely even use them. This was the book which made him want to be a seeker, he enjoyed the danger of the job, plus all the travel. With a slight chuckle, he closed the books as well as a folder and slide them to the side. Slowly he pushed himself out of his chair and headed toward the door. Knowning that nobody else used the room he closed the door on the way out. There really was no need to lock the door, not from what he had seen since he joined.
Letting out a slight yawn he headed down the hallway of the school. He made his way to the large square, which he always did after his class. He didn't really ever teach much. Only one class in the early morning which lasted a few hours. This gave him enough time to still be a seeker, he usually went on missions which were usually with students to help them along. Walking slowly into the large square he found a bench near the fountain and sat down with a smile. This was a place he always enjoyed to be. It was close to water which made him feel at home as well as flowers which he sometimes helped take care of. "It's so nice out this morning. Too bad I had to teach so early, I always miss the sunrise." Lucid said to himself with a slight whine.
((Well, hopefully that was good, I was just trying to come up with something. Though, it does help me get back into a rythem of rping.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 9:02 pm
Kiami had just finished her class and made her way out into the square outside the school. She had real training soon but she wanted to enjoy the day before it got too hot. She was dressed in all blue and white sneakers. Her shorts were a dark blue and the sleeveless shirt she wore was a much paler sky blue. She kept her step upbeat looking around for people she knew. She spotted Lucid making his way to a place to sit and decided she wouldn’t mind speaking with him. So she changed her route to him.
Kiami came trotting up and leaned over her books looking at Lucid. “Hey there,” she smiled, “Can I sit?” She glanced at the space next to him. She stood on one foot the other was on its toes rocking back and forth. She fiddled with a few strands of her hair and pursed her lips together. She took a seat without waiting for an answer. “What are you doing out here huh professor Lucid?” She looked at him like she was listening to one of his lectures, she was a good student, at least compared to some.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 9:25 pm
Though as Amico sat there his mind wondered to other places, this was his last year of being a student, next he could become a teacher or fade in the history of the school like the others that died or moved on. He didn’t know if he could really become a teacher and he doubted that he could retain his temper with smartass children. At that moment in time, his eyes caught one of the fighters in the group, he actually had gotten a weapon, now normally this wouldn’t be a terrible thing to do, but the rest of the group was unarmed and the likeliness that they would notice him was unlikely. Amico raised from his seat and seamlessly leaped from his spot to the bottom of the track, a trick he had picked up from his power, the enhance of his cells and muscle to allow him to show a extra amount of strength, though it was hard on his body.
His body went calmly still and he leaped forward again, reaching for the weapon that one of the first years had gained access to, his hand wrapped tightly around the cylinder end of it and he knew it was a gun, first years weren’t allowed to have guns it was against, they weren’t ready for that type of weaponry and they would attempt to use it on another in hopes to scare them and likely cause more damage then meant. Amico’s muscle tensed in his arm and a static like snake rolled across his body and zapped the weapon free from the younger child’s hand. There were a few foul words before the younger boy understood what had happened. Amico stood and flung the weapon in his hand so that he held the gun properly and fired it once between the younger man’s legs. “First years are not allowed to use these types of weapons in training.” He commented calmly as he let his arm drop and starred at the student with his piercing calm eyes. Of course when he had first began his training there had been a trainer, but he could only guess the syndicate couldn’t find brave enough people.
The three other boys scooted away from him, however the one that had been bold enough to draw the weapon seemed to glitter with hatred of being embarrassed, and from the girl’s laughing in the stands it was likely he would show his temper soon enough. The boy seemed infested with hatred at Amico for embarrassing him and bold enough as he clicked the flick on his lighter and flames erupted into both hands. “What do your thinking doing?! You want to get burnt?” He shouted at Amico, spitting a bit in the process as well. Amico smirked a bit, the boy was a bit old style of comments, and he was allowing his element to display stupidity. “Do I want to get burned? That is a bit of a stupid question to ask me, and rather a poorly placed pun.” Amico smirked as he said this and spread out his legs, the gun he threw it across the floor, he wasn’t about to have any of the heat explode it while he held it, his own power had barely missed the powder of the bullet when he first took it away from the child.
The boy was not happy at Amico’s calmness and struck throwing two flame streams at Amico, of course the boy was laughing as though he had already run, though Amico just smirked wickedly. His leaped above the flames and landed behind the boy simple enough, Amico’s arm clapped around the boy’s chest including his arms stopping his flames from having motion, most first year children couldn’t engulf their entire body so this was luck for Amico. The body fought, but as the second static like snake rolled across Amico’s body including the boy’s body this time, he felt the boy go weak as his muscles lost their strength and Amico let the boy fall to the ground, still awake but with disabled muscles. “You shouldn’t be so dependant on your Z gene so much, the ability to out think your enemy is also a useful talent, you should start reading battle tactics.” Amico commented to the disabled youth, he looked at the boy’s friends and moved his eyes for them to take their friend to the research lab, the best play to find medical help. Amico sighed as he pushed some of his wild hair out of his face and stuck another cigarette between his lips and bent down picking up one of the lighters that the boy had dropped and lighted it, the boy’s friends had always began to their efforts in taking their friend to get help, and the girls had followed close behind, leaving Amico alone in the training center.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 9:30 pm
Lucid's attention turned to the girl who he had talked to a few times in the past outside of class. "Hello there Kiami, it's nice to get a chance to talk to you again." He smiled a bit as he answerd her question. "Well, I'm taking a break at the moment, enjoying the rest of the morning. I always miss the sunrise cause I'm always preparing for my classes. This spot, well it happens to be my favorite. I come here after I finish teaching. Considering I don't have to teach all the time, it's just nice to have a relaxing place to come. Lets me take my mind off of all that happens around here."
He always enjoyed his talks with Kiami, even though it wasn't to often. Her powers over water were similar to his own when he was a class B student. "So, how are your skills with water coming along? To be a hunter, I hope they're improving every time you practice, cause it's not easy work. I've seen what can happen when students don't put enough effort into their work. Though, knowing you, I have a feeling you're gonna be alright."
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