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 Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 8:43 am
[Data_____________
[Name_______] 'Runt'
[Owner______] Count Kaosu
[Contractor__] Lucien 'Kaosu' Lafraunte
[Gender_____] ?
[Stage_______] Essence Spark
[Spark Group_] Magicker
[Purpose_____] Pyromancer
[DOB________] 12-06-2009
[Influences___] --
Proficiencies_______ (100 Tops)
[Physical] 9
[Magic] 22
[Endurance] 11
[Intelligence] 16
[Creativity] 12
[Friendliness] 11
[Charisma] 16
[Humour] 12
[Professionalism] 3
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:10 pm
Update 1: Holy crap I have a journal now. o__o;
Update 2: LOL TOO MUCH PINK I fail at this @__@;
Update 3: Lolololol changed my banners at 6 am at night.
THESE BANNERS FAIL SOMETHING AWFUL XD
Time to copy pasta! I'll fix everything and fill this out slowly. Very slowly.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:11 pm
   ۞☼______Subject Name; Kaosu
۞☼______Subject Gender; Male
۞☼______Estimated Age; Impossible to determine. He appears to be in his mid to late twenties.
۞☼______Subject Race; Impossible to determine. He definitely exhibits some demonkind traits.
۞☼______Subject Temperament; Will fill out Personality moar later.
Kaosu, in a nutshell, is a jerk. He is cocky, rude, impatient, self-centered, stubborn, aggressive, shameless, and just a little sociopathic. He has no ethics, morals, or values. He does not like company. He does not like crowds. He does not like Essentics. He does not like you. To his credit, he seldom goes out of his way to offend people, usually preferring to keep to himself. Unless there is something to be gained from society, he tends to leave society alone. His more positive personality traits are few. He is clever. He has manners (though he seldom employs them). He is ruthlessly calm and tolerant of everything from pain to insults to emotion. He is overwhelmingly determined -if he wants something, he will chase it with everything he has. Best of all, he has the capacity for change. Like Essentics, he is a product of the environment he grew up in. Unlike Essentics, if said environment gets brighter, he might just follow suit.
۞☼______Subject Appearance;
Kaosu, though he once had access to money, is a bum. He dresses in whatever in cheapest and is usually dull and boring (and occasionally dirty). Right now, however, thanks to his emo phase, he has taken to dressing in sports jackets, suits, and designer clothing, like the wannabe mobster he is. He has little interest in style, assuming that his blazing red hair, eerie glass eye, and pointed ears are a statement enough. Recently, since he picked up piercing as a hobby (ice and needle ftw), he has become even more eccentric-looking. In contrast to his shabby wardrobe, he decks both ears and hands with pricey jewelry. He is nonathletic, slender, and tall. Most people who see him tend to shy away to the other end of the sidewalk. x)
I'm so slow. Dx;
۞☼______Military Record;
Still slow. owo;
۞☼______Other Notes; Will decide on this later. Probably the medical thing.
۞☼______History/Background; ONE MATCH FOUND
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:15 pm
 
Name||; Hmph. I don't name my weapons ~
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:16 pm
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There are definitely going to be cats in this post. Definitely.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:19 pm
 Kaosu||; Human//
Dorian|; This guy's got one heck of a right hook. D;
Carter|; What a strange girl
Dreamer|; Hahah, this one's got spunk
Trystan|; Do you really have to ask? >__>;
Longway|; She's a little scary, but I like her energy
Faolan|; I think he hates me. <__<; Whoops
Eli|; Paranoid old fool. Eat land mine.
Shade|; Poor little kid. Needs a new sense of direction
Banning|; Which one of us is predator and which is prey, I wonder?
Elst|; No Contact ):
Ellandra|; No Contact ):
Saul|; No Contact ):
"Striker"|; No Contact ):
Astan|; No Contact ):Essentic// Uzi|; KITTY So cute and so curious~
Rhian|; Cute... and annoying... at the same time... x__x
Rugovin|; Tough guy, this one. I almost respect him. I assume he's long dead, though
Ziazan|; I should really apologize to this brat someday
Crux|; I wish it would die in a ditch somewhere so I can have Trystan to myself
Aoi|; Fill this out, Count
Nyx|; No Contact ):
Twins|; No Contact ):
Misha|; No Contact ):'Runt'||;Human// 
Dorian|;
Carter|;
Dreamer|;
Trystan|;
Longway|;
Faolan|;
Eli|;
Shade|;
Banning|;
Elst|;
Ellandra|;
Saul|;
"Striker"|;
Astan|; Essentic// Uzi|;
Rhian|;
Rugovin|;
Ziazan|;
Crux|;
Aoi|;
Nyx|;
Twins|;
Misha|;
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:22 pm
Growth Requirements
( Spark → Proto ) ;;
»» Set up contractor journal ( 100% complete? XD FAIL)
»» PRP meeting with staff member for contracting/pick up ( 100% can you say drama? )
»» Feel free to roleplay until growth ( 100% complete (Does before he has the spark count? XD;; ) *sure it does* [/inhuman whisper])
( Proto → Alter ) ;;
»» Journal entry or RP describing the release of the Proto ( 0% complete Lololol... rain check? )
»» Meet up with either staff or another owners, preferably the latter ( ?? % complete )
»» Keep a log on the Proto's acquired influences, and keep them listed where we can find them easily. We will base the next stage's design on it, after all ( 75% complete )
»» If you believe you have gathered the influences you wish for the next stage to have, drop by a note. We will base the next stage's design on the influences you provided us with ( Yes sir ! :'D )
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:25 pm
 Kaosu had so much free time, yet nothing to fill it with.
Emptiness was a dangerous emotion, and it pervaded his thoughts as he aimlessly wandered the streets of Saffron. He passed tacky neon signs and battered, vandalized apartments of the poor. Everything was dirty. Yes, this was his world. He belonged here, among his fellow lowlifes. Bored, he on impulse entered one of the many small clubs lining road. He had developed a mysterious habit of frequenting nameless bars. He had no idea why. Unlike most of his kind, he could not drown his sorrows in alcohol. His strong immunity to depressants had smothered out all such hope a long time ago. Maybe, instead of coming to such establishments to drink until he was numb, he came to feel? Maybe his subconscious was trying to send him a message. After all, he had met Trystan in a bar, on a lonely night at a lonely hour like this.
Banishing this poisonous thought, he took a seat in the back and kept to himself. He ordered straight vodka and sipped it occasionally, playing the inconspicuous part of a guy down on his luck. Two rather noisy drunks were arguing next to him. He did his best to ignore them, but a key word caught his attention. Curious, he tuned in to their conversation. “It really is a shame those Essentics aren’t around anymore! They sound wonderful,” the tall, skinny man stated. “Y’should actually finish reading. When they began t’evolve, they became a problem. They had t’be destroyed!” his chubby companion replied flatly. Man Number One flushed.
“You’re exaggerating. I don’t see anything harmful about a little artificial help.” Kaosu was four again. He had snuck out of bed, lured by his parents’ raised voices. Surprised to see the busy couple at home, he spied on them by peering through the decorative keyhole of the door. “We’re not getting Lucien a nurse! Especially not an Essentic one!” his father insisted. His mother shook her head, “Honey, YOU brought that poor Mabui into our household. You are the reason our one child is so sick! The least you could do is provide him some company.” She then smiled deviously, “Besides, we already have Kaji here.” A maid ushered in a small Essentic from the next room.
Kaji looked more like an alien than a friend to young Kao. Sulking, he drew back, wondering what his younger brother would think of the newcomer. She seemed to the redhead like nothing more than an excuse for his parents to neglect him even more than they already did. Nothing but trouble. He had no idea that she would become the person who defined his entire life.
The two jokers next to him were not paying much attention to their surroundings, so Kaosu carefully reached over and swiped the magazine on the counter in front of them. He flipped through it, quickly locating the article they were discussing. He could not read a word of it, but the pictures in it told a story all on their own. A sketch of a cute, angelic-looking proto near the top of his page made his stomach turn. Designed to serve? Innocent? More like heartless.
Smoke choked the air. Sixteen year old Kao was effectively blind. He stumbled over the debris of his collapsing mansion, guided only by Kaji’s hand. Despite the noise and confusion of the fire, however, he could clearly see one thing. Mabui was nowhere to be found. Panic invaded his heart, and fear surged through his system. Where was his sibling? Why was he not here!? Mabui was ALWAYS at this side! “W-wait,” he coughed, pulling back on his Essentic guardian. She ignored him and dragged him outside to safety. “W-wait!” Kao yanked free of Kaji’s grasp. “M-Mabui’s still in there! We have to go back!” I have to go back. He’s the one who raised me. Mom is dead, and dad is gone! He’s my only family! If he dies, I’ll have nothing left! His ash strained voice was weak, but his expression said it all.
“No,” Kaji stated firmly, as though she knew something about the situation that he did not. “It’s too late. He’s already lost. He’s already been taken. I have to-” “It’s not too late! You’re wrong! We at least have to try,” teen Kao insisted, clearly desperate. He started back towards his flaming home. Kaji caught him and pinned him down. “NO! I have to protect you! If you try to save him, you’ll only die too!” “But he’ll die!” “I have to protect YOU.”
His illness made him weak, and no matter how he struggled, Kao could not break free of her grasp. It was all her fault. She coldly restrained him –and he had trusted her so much! At that moment, something inside of him broke. Mabui would perish, and Kaji was responsible. If she had let him go, he might still have had hope. Because of her, he could do nothing but watch as his world slipped away. The horrifying scene burned into his memory permanently. The prospects of his future slowly, painfully disappeared.
“Geezus, Fred! What what y’are doing!” the round customer exclaimed. His buddy had spilled his drink. Shaking his head, Kao stood and headed for the exit. Their discussion was over, and it was getting noisy inside. As he moved out into a cold alley, he folded up the magazine neatly. From the back, a photograph filled with familiar faces stared at him. Manstein and a handful of other officers posed stiffly in front of a military base.
“Elimination,” Manstein lectured. “That was your job DURING the Hunt. To efficiently eliminate the Essentics. But now the easy part is over. We have to track down the stragglers. The rules have changed. We now prefer to be thorough, rather than quick.” He frowned, “Essentics are trash. Fortunately for us, they are trash stocked with information. We want you to force said information out of them by any means possible. Thoroughly.” Wordlessly Kao followed him into what appeared to be an operating room. A dark, damp, dirty operating room. A feathered Essentic was strapped to a table. So it had a bird influence, huh? He could not use drugs on it, then.
Taking a deep breath, Kaosu lifted a scalpel. “That’s the spirit! But you should start off with a bang,” Manstein laughed, seizing pliers. He secured them around two of the Essentic’s fingers. Still snickering, he abruptly twisted.
Twisting the magazine, Kaosu ripped it in two. Enough of this. He had enough of his past for one night. His past made him miserable. His past was the reason he harbored so much hate. He would rather experience nothing than experience hate. As he passed a group burning trash in a barrel, he gruffly tossed the magazine in. Fire had destroyed so much of him –the least it could do was destroy a small reminder of those darker days. Feeling slightly odd, yet slightly accomplished, he continued on his way. With each step he took away, he took another step forward.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:26 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:33 pm
 EBI stuffs = Not mine Kaosu = Mine How's that for credits? XD owo; Graffu|; For putting up with me. And for being my new RP slave the awesome RP. o Ao Chii|; For your pretty arts and also for putting up with me. Rugovin|; For being bad a**. Red|; For ploxxing with me. Holmes x Sherlock FTW! Josh/Roots|; For helping me figure out that prompt thing. And being my own personal psychologist. XP; Impy|; For helping me figure out this journal thing. ='D And for showing Vane a good time. [/shot]
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:36 pm
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