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 Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 1:32 pm
Name: Archeress
Age: 17
Race: Half-Dragon
Apperence: Blonde hair, red eyes.
Weapons (if any): Katana
Armor (if any): none
Fighting style (if any): Swordmaster (Katana)
Special abilities (if any): Bloodrage
Other info/ backround:Serious, quiet. Only opens up when completely trusts the other person.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 2:10 pm
Name: Bebadora.
Age : 16.
Race : Human.
Apperence: She looks like any other girl her age. Her hair would fall in curls if it was clean. Her eyes are shimmering ice-blue, and her lips a deep red. Her feet have some scars for running barefeet all year around.
Weapons (if any): If anything she uses knives.
Armor (if any): The clothes she is wearing at the time.
Fighting style (if any): Any fighting style somebody would teach her.
Special abilities (if any): Despite her age, she’s a great cook.
Other info/ backround: Nither the moon nor the sun ever hit these streets. The houses rose high up in the sky and kept them out. But if you tiltet youre head way back, like Bebadora did now, you could see a few blinking stars. People hurried passed her. There were many who lived during the night around here. ’Couse everything they ever did was shuned by the day. And nobody cared about eachother. Even less the children. But they had started to care about Bebadora, and in a bad way too. That was why she had to leave. So she skipped over broken bottles and pools of dry and wet blood, and went to the border. It was an invisible border, but it was there nontheless. How many times had she not been standing there? Marveled at the outside world. It seemed to be moving. Seemed to have a future. In here the time stood still. There was no past, noone had a history, and the future only came if you knew where to get youre next meal. Bebadora always knew how to get a tasy meal. But that seemed to bother some people. She tilted her head slightly as she saw a man walk hurridly down the opposite street. She could feel the moon on her face.
This new place was....entruiging. There were all these new smells and places. Now smell of rot or decay or filth. No high building walls. And the world always flowed, a gentle stream, always on the go. Bebadora hid in the night like she had always done, this world was scary. But Funny-Ears was different. He helped Bebadora, showed her how to get meat in this strange new world...protected her.
Bebadora explored this strange new land. She even started to like the feel of sun in her skin, though it still never tanned her. And the meat! Oh, what flavours.
The soil was wet beneath her. She didn't mind. Her hair had lost it's color and somewhere under all the muck her skin was still milky-white. She had looked everywhere for him, but he was nowhere. Had Funny-Ears just left her? Did he not like her anymore? Bebadora curled herself up. She did not care anymore.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 7:09 am
Name: Sapphire Omega
Age: 21
Race: Amberite
Apperence: Shoulder length chestnut hair
Weapons (if any): None
Armor (if any): None
Fighting style (if any): No real formal style
Special abilities (if any): Superior control over Pattern
Pattern:The mysterious force at the heart of Amber. It allows her to Shadow Walk as well as defend herself
Shadow Walk:The ability to "walk" between differnt shadows,or planes as others might call them
Other info/ backround: My twin brother and I were born to Zero and his first wife Amber. We all lived together for three years, during which time Ruby was born, and then Daddy suddenly disappeared. Mommy was heart broken and moved to the castle in Amber, the country, where we all lived until she died of a grief a few years later. Still being at young ages we were all taken under the wings of some of the many scholars and several of the kinder and more sympathedic nobles of the Amber but mostly the King or as they came to know him as Uncle Random. I took to learning the ways of Pattern very quickly and have shown to have outstanding skills in it's use. After walking the Pattern one day I returned home and learned that Zero had returned to Amber. Later that week I met my Daddy for the first time in many years and met Angel, my new Mommy, and Daddy told me why he was suddenly gone and I told him what happened to Mommy before she died. I love them both very much as well as all my new brothers and sisters
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 12:28 pm
Name: Justice Black Age: 20 (Approximately) Race: Human Appearance:  Weapons: A Magnum she normally has behind her shirt, tucked into her pants. A hidden dagger in a sheathe underneath her Purple Doc Martin. Armor: none Fighting style: none preferred, see history Special abilities: Control over fire/metal/life Backround: She was created and cloned by a Tremere vampire by the name of Lord Alexander Octavius Folken, as a means to retrieve and restore his wife's soul. She had been given military training and weapons adequate enough for the task. Part of his Gemini Project. After she had been successful, she was granted her own identity. Adopting the name Justice for her own. Using what she had been trained with, she joined the C.I.A. In which she became one of the best ever political assassins. Until she found she had wanted out. She realized no one ever walked out and lived to tell about it. She battled for close to a year before the agents finally left her alone, considering her to be too much a treat to their numbers and organization. After downsliding after her freedom, she had a bout with drugs and falling into the wrong crowd, until she met a man named Blake Black, who eventually helped her clean up her act and they married. She tried to live a normal life but found it difficult. Especially after a demon had shown her Blake being gunned down in front of her as an illusion, that to this day she still believes is true. That her husband is dead. She has recently gone back to her assassin ways. Choosing marks her own ways. And being a wiseass as she does it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 12:32 pm
((Temp bio for current events. Read Zero's announcement and posts listed for details. This will be deleted after the character goes away))
Name: Yawgmoth's Hatred
Age: ????
Race: ????
Height: Between 6'3'' and 6'6'' hard to tell due to black silouette skin.
Weight: ????
Appearence: The entity has solid black skin making him appear to be a shadow of some sort when he is actually solid mass. Due to the coloring of his skin he has no facial features that can be seen visually. He is humanoid for the most part, two arms, two legs, no tail, no wings, nothing out of the ordinary except for his skin tone. He has a pair of dead white eyes that seemingly have no pupils and black hair that stands up on his head waving about like a campfire.
Fighting Style: ????
Weapons: None
Abilities: All of Yawgmoth's powers amplified by 100 fold.
Bio: Born recently due to events in the outside from Yawgmoth venting his frustration over the loss of Crow. His hatred for himself and for everything else that made Crow leave caused him to release a power he had not known of before. The power wave was too great and would have destroyed nearly all of the RDS had Yawgmoth not contained most of it at the cost of it destroying his own physical body. The minor shockwaves as a side effect blew out and wrecked the main room. This entire episode gave birth to an entity that embodies Yawgmoth's soul and Yawgmoth's hatred for the time being. It seeks to reap revenge on everything in the RDS that he blames for his loss.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 1:21 pm
Name: Magik Madison
Age: Twenty
Race: Mortal
Apperence: http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e308/AlastorPaymon/folken-1Keiiiisdrawing.jpg (Picture would stretch the thread)
Weapons (if any): Soul Staff and magically enhanced guns, five in total. Plus she normally does carry three katanas. ((Sounds like alot, but you would need to know why she does.))
Armor (if any): none
Fighting style (if any): none really preferred
Special abilities (if any): Divine magic, a touch of arcane. She normally has three spells rigged with a trigger word in the event she might need them. Prismatic Sphere Shield, Holy Aura and Wind Walk.
Other info/ backround: She is a cleric for Pelor. trying to instill peace between all species. Usually very open minded yet not as trusting as she had once been. She has been going through a life journey once again to see just where she should be in life.
She travels occasionally to help herself think and see if perhaps someone might need her assistance somewhere. Always looking for a vacation spot, but ending up working twice as hard. She tends to make alot of friends whom she values more than life itself most times. ((And yes, I rp abit better than I do profiles =p))
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 12:12 am
Name - Captain Rose of the Barbugil Ship ( Bar-bu-gul ) Age - 20 something.. Lost count when she got lost out at sea Race - Human.. For now.. Weapon(s) - Two swords that I keep with me on my back and some guns in case someone knocks my sword out of my hands... or stupid things wont die Appearance -  ^Before cursed, coat on^ ^Before cursed, coat off^ ^After cursed, coat on^ ^After cursed, coat off^ (( Aye, the cursed stuff will be understood once more events happen. )) Bio - With her parents being out at sea and left her at home to do everything when she was 13 made her mad and wanted to go on adventures, but when she asked her parents they said that it was too dangerous for her age to go out to sea with them. With her looking back on the many times they said that made her angry. She promised herself that when she grows up that she will go out to sea. A couple years later… Some people that were with her parents came knocking on the door. She opened it and they told her that her parents got in a battle with Davey Jones and the ship was destroyed by the cracken. There was no sign of her parents anywhere but they think that her parent’s are still alive. But they doubt it. She nodded to them and said that it’s okay.. The men trained her how to be a captain and lots of other things like her parents are and she started to learn more and more about the ways of the sea and what to bring, what not to bring, and how to controll the ship. When she was 15 she started to dress like a pirate. A couple more months later, close to her sweet sixteen, she got two packages at her door. They were from her parents. She decided to wait until her birthday came to open them. Soon enough her birthday came and she opened the boxes. They were letters and clothing. She tried it on and looked much like a pirate should. Just without the eye patch. She felt good in the clothes that she wore and thought that she was goign to become a pirate. She then turned and started to read the letters that was in the boxes and most of them said what happened with her parents and how they owed Davey Jones their service. For life. This made her go crazy. She went to the local bar, it was filled with people and she walked up to the bar and got ontop the bartop and shouted, "If anyone wants to become crew to one of the best captains and serve her then come and sign up to be apart of the crew!" She got 50 people to come on board, but there could only be 19 that could come with her.. Her ship was that big enough to carry 20 people on it. She was soon enough 17 and met a guy while over seas. His story was the same, except his parents were dead and didn't leave him anything. Having going out for 2 years they planned to get marry in a couple more years. But when it was only a couple months of their marraige, he suddenly disappeared. She swore on her grave, life, soul, and everything else she could think of to not only find her parents but to find her lost lover. Some odd years later, she went out to sea again with her crew to see if she could find her parents, but so far no luck.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 3:15 pm
Name: Rae
Age:18
Race: Human
Apperance:5 foot 6 in. blue hair, lean build with 2 scars on each cheeks
Weapons (if any): my trusty sword that I hand-made
Armor (if any): just tough skin
Fighting style (if any): no formal training
Special abilities (if any): excellent hearing and great speed
Other info/ background: Mother died in child birth, father sent me to work as a swordsman's apprentice at 6. I received the scars on my face during a battle of honor
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 3:53 pm
Name: Verd
Age: Unknown, looks like a teenager
Race: Alien from outer space
Apperence: She looks like a human, yet not because during the night her eyes are pitch black, but during the day, they turn white as snow making her blind. Has a scar on her right palm.
Weapons: none
Armor: none
Fighting style: none
Special abilities: can swallow anything (like a snake)
Other info/ backround: Her past is unknown since she lost her memories a long time ago, and don't know how she even got here. She has encountered few persons, and learned to fear them when she got to know about a girl named Bebadora or the little "freak" as she calls her who seemed to have a great interest in everybody in a little morbid way.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 11:11 pm
(This is a very important character within Yawgmoth's home) Name: Gix Height: 7'7'' Weight: 684 lbs (Gix is a phyrexian and has lots of metallic parts thus his weight) Age: 457,341 years Appearance: (i'm usually not one for pictures but with Phyrexian's it's better that way) Standard  Combat/Enraged  Weapons: Super human strength, speed, agility and endurance. Metallic claws and some arcane knowledge. Fighting Style: Phyrexian War Tactics Powers and Abilities: As mentioned above being mostly machine Gix's reaction time, strength, speed and endurance are all mechanically enhanced. Since Gix is a 'unique' Phyrexian and was made as a warlord rather than a politician his mechanical strengths far exceed that of normal Phyrexians. Gix has a few abilities specific to him that will be listed below. Near Perfect Magic Immunity: Gix's alloy is made of the highest grade to ensure maximum survivability. Phyrexian alloy is made to resist magical effects to force opponents to melee. Gix's high grade metal grants him near complete immunity from all but the most powerful forms of magic. Lower scale magic and magic enhanced attacks will usually just shrug right off of him. Arcane Blast: Gix has learned some of the old ancient magic as his preferred style. Arcane Blast gathers the mana around the Praetor to a fine point and then explodes in a 10 yard wide beam of arcane energy that will detonate on impact with anything. Deathball: Gix's body can compress and form into an orb like shape. While in battle mode as shown above, Gix grows a number of spines along his body and the spines stick out through the sphereical shape allowing him to roll towards, over and through most objects like a spiked ball and chain. Gix's heavy weight and metal frame make this attack very effective. Enrage: A few choice Phyrexians are able to ignite a spark of circuits that cause them to fly into a rage filled state of destruction. Kind of like adrenaline for fleshy creatures. Gix's enrage does not give him any new abilities, but makes his old ones more effective by 10 fold. Bio: Gix was the last 'unique' created by Yawgmoth. All phyrexians look alike normally. Every negator looks like every other negator etc etc. But Yawgmoth made a string of 5 he called 'uniques' Gix being the strongest and only one still alive. Gix served as general of Phyrexian Military for a great many year winning more battles and earning the empire more planets than any general before him. After Gix retired Yawgmoth promoted him to the rank of Phyrexian Praetor. The highest rank any phyrexian can become. 2nd in power only to Yawgmoth's word. Gix resides within the Palace on Phyrexia and has a preferrence for the violent much as Yawgmoth does. Unlike Yawgmoth as well as many Phyrexians Gix doesn't know the meaning of control and while he presents himself in an official manner as his duty being Praetor says he must, he still longs for the blood shed of battle and butchering 'flesh bags'.
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