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 Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 3:50 pm
((I'm not sure if this is any good, but I am going to post it anyway.))
Gaia Name: Draykonus
Character Name: Thraxxus Ilselb
Gender: N/A
Age: 6 1/2 centuries
Species: Major Demon (harbinger of madness)
Skills: fistfighting, swordfighting, wrestling, stealth, spear tossing, archery, skateboarding
Physical Description: Thraxxus is wispy-looking, as if one could walk through him. He is sickeningly thin and roughly seven feet tall. He has facial features similar to a a stereotypical vampire, such as an angled jawline, carnivorous teeth, and hawklike eyes. He has rough black skin with silvery bone-like protrusions akin to blades. In place of fingernails he has claws the color of midnight. His eyes glow a soft crimson and flare up when he is aggrivated or excited. His black cloak is woven from distilled fear and the red longsword at his side is tainted with malice. His cloak normally allows Thraxxus to wander undetected, only giving normal people a sense of dread. When not in use he normally makes it appear as a black hoodie with a bloody skull design on the front. It allows him to appear human, apart from his glowing eyes. His blade drives a person increasingly mad with each wound. Looking into his eyes will cause one to be gradually hypnotized and led to a fate worse than death, which would be an eternity of imprisonment within Thraxxus as a living battery. If you do escape his glare, you still have to make it past his four bladed arms, two bladed legs, and his tail, which has barbs lining both sides like a five-foot sawblade.
Personality: Thraxxus, like Legion, revels in the suffering of others, although he prefers to let his victims live and wander in their madness. He drains them of their knowledge while their minds are broken and leaves them as little more than fleshy prisons for the soul within. His greatest dislike is harmony because of his mastery of chaos and discord. He has taken a liking to heavy metal and goth clothes, which is what he wears under his supernatural cloak. He has the same "I hate the world" attitude and isn't afraid to say anything to anyone.
Biography: Thrax has been wandering for quite a while and has caused isolated bits of chaos throughout history to keep the world in disorder. His actions brought attention to him and hunters began searching for a mysterious, cloaked traveler.
When he got the chance he stowed away on a ship to the new world and began toying with the colonists he had settled in with. As the seeds of madness were planted, the lines of war were drawn. Through many manipulations of events, he protected his interests and began to work in concert with a few other demons until he tired of it and went into hibernation.
He sensed a great disruption and sought it out, finding Legion and his followers gathering. For the sake of sowing the seeds yet again, he allied himself with Legion. His skills aren't as great as they used to be, but they are still formidable.
Alliance: Cabal Coalition
Group Membership: Cabal
Supernatural Abilities: Thraxxus has an enchanted blade that causes the target's mental function to slightly degrade with each wound inflicted. He also has a cloak that allows Thrax to become invisible to the naked eye for short periods of time, but does not conceal his aura. He has a twisted sense of hypnotic persuasion using his eyes. He can also manipulate fire and darkness to an extent. He relies mostly upon deception and physical prowess to protect his body.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:33 am
*sings* MOOOAAAARRR charactaaaarrr!! */sings* assuming such is okay. I think I remember talking about this with you Venom, so yah. SiberDrac Gaia Name: SiberFresh (like AquaFresh, but you also get a taste of WIN to start your day) Character Name: Rosetta "Rose" Franklin Gender: Female Age: 16 Species: Werebeast (fox) Skills: Advanced combat training (metal claws/gauntlets and bladed boots); mad skateboard skills; capoeira; heightened senses of hearing, sight, and smell (species attributes); decently skilled at crosswords and other puzzles; hip hops pops and locks and that sh** no drop Physical Description: Human form: about 5'4", with silken, shoulder-length hair and hard, emerald eyes, always above thin, unsmiling lips. She has tanned skin, smooth features, sloe eyes, a delicately pointed chin, and a thin, adolescently athletic body with no features to very significantly define her as female. There are several scars across her body, most notably one like a jagged teardrop under her left eye. She walks and moves with stolid and unbreakable purpose until the moment she enters battle, at which point her movements become fluid and graceful, although her expression doesn't change. Her eyes have unsettled much older men and women than herself. As for clothing, she chooses mostly loose-fitting garments that flutter in breezes and trail ghost-like behind her body. Fox form: quite obviously, like a smaller, lither version of the classic werewolf. Slightly taller, but unlike many werebeasts, not exceptionally so. Due to a mutation during development, she has stark, black fur and the same hard, green eyes. Even when walking upright, she manages not to look hunched or awkward. Her tail is proportionately sized. The scars remain, in the form of white streaks of fur. Personality: Rose is staunchly supportive of the Cabal Coalition, to which she belongs, but at the same time, harbors a deep-seated hatred for them. She would never betray them, but at the same time, has been harshly punished more than once for violently assaulting her superiors. More on that in her bio. This is almost always triggered by mention of the weak or frail as useless, because she had spent so much of her life being protective of her brother. Except for those outbursts, she is calm, quiet, and reserved, eats little, and has a little-known passion for fruit smoothies. To her, the world is a set of rooms, much like the chambered nautilus - there is no turning back to the past. Biography: Rose is Ty's twin sister. She is the younger by twelve minutes. As such, they grew up in nearly identical situations - hidden from the violence of the world, never really exposed to the harshness of reality until the day she and Ty went exploring in their backyard to find some kind of "hidden treasure." She didn't even hear the gunshot; all she knew was the warm liquid pouring down her chest, and her last image was of Ty fainting to the ground. When she awoke, a gruff voice explained that it was better this way. Everything was blurry and confusing, but she saw someone putting a gun to Ty's head. Her brother was still unconscious. Through the screaming pain in her chest, she roared, a kind of bloody red filling her vision. The next time she woke up, she could taste copper, and Ty was gone. The Cabal became her new life. Once it was explained to Rose that she was meant to be a part of it, and once she was shown others of her species, working to preserve the Coalition and more than willing to take her in and teach her their ways, she became enamored of the state. In the back of her mind, she knew for a fact that it had been the Cabal that had taken her from her family, and she could never forgive them for that. The smell of the place, of the people, reminded her of that day. That was why, on occasion, when someone, especially herself, was mocked for being in any way feeble, she had been known to attack the offender with little to no warning. It had gotten her beatings, whippings, and solitary confinement, but none of these had broken her spirit of protection. It had also gotten her accolades from her peers and superiors alike, because she never attacked those weaker or on a level with herself; instead, she was able to put the life of those higher in station in danger, without changing her expression and sometimes without even shifting forms. Her goal now, is to find Ty, by whatever means necessary. As long as her missions took her somewhere she could search. Alliance: Cabal Coalition Group Membership: none Supernatural Abilities: In were form, her senses are heightened yet further. She gains little height, but her musculature fills out significantly. She stays fairly in control of herself, except that her tendency towards violent outbursts increases. She is faster and more agile, though not as much so as her brother. Part of training for combat was to strengthen her jaw, so in were form she is capable of breaking nearly all smaller creature's necks with the characteristic jerking motions of a fox. Basically the same as Ty, with opposite psychology and gender. Also decidedly stronger.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 8:13 pm
Yeah, we went over it and it should be fine, Siber. Though she probably wouldn't have been punished if she won. When Cabal members fight, it's basically just who wins and that's it unless you kill them.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 8:23 pm
Well trial one. Quote: Gaia Name: Dark Angel Of Sol Character Name: Vincent Gainsborough Gender: Male Age: 35 Species: Human Skills: Vincent is a skilled marksmen and dose best with mid to long range weapons. He has moderate skill in Cleaning and repairing most armaments. He is also a highly trained enchanter and a novice Elementalist. Physical Description: Vincent is fairly tall with a height of around 6'2”, medium build, and around average weight of 175 lbs. He has a pinkish peach skin tone and deep blue eyes. His hair is a light sliver and goes down to the bottom of his ears. He is normally wearing a dark blue long sleeve shirt, a white jacket, tan pants, and black shoes. Personality: Vincent is a kind person when he is off the battle field and wouldn't mind doing a small favor of a stranger. He is a moderate supporter of the Hunter's Coven and believes that the Coven is the best course for the world to take. He's a hard worker and a very intelligent individual. He can be a little blunt sometimes and would tell off even a Magus-General if he knew 100% that they ******** up badly. Biography: Born in 1999 at the Portsmouth Naval Hosipital, Vincent was the only son of a Naval Lieutenant Commander. He life was a normal one until the day “they” arrived. He remembered watching the TV as they showed the destruction of Los Angeles. He watched as the messaged played off a L.A. TV station showed what was really happening. As magic started to spread around the world, Vincent showed great promise towards magic and was given the opportunity to join the Warlock Hunters at the age of 18. He trained long and hard and soon became an accomplished Enchanter. He also took some time to learn the basics of elemental magic because of no other reason then it seemed like a good idea. He had no combat experience but he had a drive to help. Around the age of 22, Vincent started combat training. He had a rough time in the boot camp type environment, but found haven in the form of the live fire range. He found that shooting helped calmed him down and the sound of gunfire was soothing. He found himself attending sniper school and passed with high marks. Shortly after this, Vincent was issued an Athena KS-6 and added his own personal touch. At the age of 27, he fell in love with the one who would have been his wife. He loved her with all his heart and they enjoyed the relationship. However, work got in the way and they had to do there duty and had a hard time staying together for more then a few months a year. One cool summer day in 2029, Vincent asked the one question that would change his life and she said “yes.” This new found happiness wouldn't last long. In the winter of 2030, Vincent had gotten leave to spend Christmas with his newly wed wife. The day she was supposed to come him, a notification officer arrived at the door. She would never come home again. It was the coldest Christmas in his life. Shortly after his Hair turned from a Dark brown to a light sliver over a period of a few months. Four years later, Vincent has accepted her Death and no longer shows it; However, There are still nights that he cries in his sleep. Still days where he enveloped by sadness. He no longer celebrates Christmas but tries to spend it at her grave. Putting lights on her headstone and leaving cookies and milk on her grave. Alliance: Hunter's Coven Group Membership: Warlock Hunters Supernatural Abilities: His Rifle is enchanted with three different runes that drain the energy from the user to coat the bullet with a different element: Fire – The bullet is heated to a great temperature that takes three to five minutes to cool depending on the circumstance. Air – The bullet travels faster then normal giving a greater penetration. Electricity – The bullet stuns the victim and has a small chance to stop the heart. The downside is that it only works with the regular NATO rounds. Vincent also wears a white gloves that he has prepared to cast a fireball with a one second delay to aim if he touches the rune in the palm or spary fire as long as his finger is on the back of the glove.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 10:43 pm
DAoSol: Profile seems basically okay... Yeah, you're pretty much set to join. Though I would, ah, STRONGLY ENCOURAGE you to choose a name not formed by piecing together the names of FF7 characters. Just sayin'.
Also please remind me if there are any profiles I never got around to reviewing because otherwise I'll never see them again.
Also, in my defense, new characters don't generally get brought in until arc ends anyway. So at the time it ACTUALLY MATTERED I have reviewed your character. <_<;
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 6:28 pm
<.< Shoot he found me out sweatdrop >.> No, I just couldn't think of a name at the time and i really wanted to join. I have a new name now to the new (slightly) updated version. Quote: [ Gaia Name: Dark Angel Of Sol Character Name: Allun Drakar Gender: Male Age: 35 Species: Human Skills: Allun is a skilled marksmen and dose best with mid to long range weapons. He has moderate skill in Cleaning and repairing most armaments. He is also a highly trained enchanter and a novice Elementalist. Physical Description: Allun is fairly tall with a height of around 6'2”, medium build, and around average weight of 175 lbs. He has a pinkish peach skin tone and deep blue eyes. His hair is a light sliver and goes down to the bottom of his ears. He is normally wearing a dark blue long sleeve shirt, a white jacket, tan pants, and black shoes. Personality: Allun is a kind person when he is off the battle field and wouldn't mind doing a small favor of a stranger. He is a moderate supporter of the Hunter's Coven and believes that the Coven is the best course for the world to take. He's a hard worker and a very intelligent individual. He can be a little blunt sometimes and would tell off even a Magus-General if he knew 100% that they ******** up badly. Biography: Born in 1999 at the Portsmouth Naval Hosipital, Allun was the only son of a Naval Lieutenant Commander. He life was a normal one until the day “they” arrived. He remembered watching the TV as they showed the destruction of Los Angeles. He watched as the messaged played off a L.A. TV station showed what was really happening. As magic started to spread around the world, Allun showed great promise towards magic and was given the opportunity to join the Warlock Hunters at the age of 18. He trained long and hard and soon became an accomplished Enchanter. He also took some time to learn the basics of elemental magic because of no other reason then it seemed like a good idea. He had no combat experience but he had a drive to help. Around the age of 22, Allun started combat training. He had a rough time in the boot camp type environment, but found haven in the form of the live fire range. He found that shooting helped calmed him down and the sound of gunfire was soothing. He found himself attending sniper school and passed with high marks. Shortly after this, Allun was issued an Athena KS-6 and added his own personal touch. At the age of 27, he fell in love with the one who would have been his wife. He loved her with all his heart and they enjoyed the relationship. However, work got in the way and they had to do there duty and had a hard time staying together for more then a few months a year. One cool summer day in 2029, Allun asked the one question that would change his life and she said “yes.” This new found happiness wouldn't last long. In the winter of 2030, Allun had gotten leave to spend Christmas with his newly wed wife. The day she was supposed to come him, a notification officer arrived at the door. She would never come home again. It was the coldest Christmas in his life. Shortly after his Hair turned from a Dark brown to a light sliver over a period of a few months. Four years later, Allun has accepted her Death and no longer shows it; However, There are still nights that he cries in his sleep. Still days where he enveloped by sadness. He no longer celebrates Christmas but tries to spend it at her grave. Putting lights on her headstone and leaving cookies and milk on her grave. Alliance: Hunter's Coven Group Membership: Warlock Hunters Supernatural Abilities: His Rifle is enchanted with three different runes that drain the energy from the user to coat the bullet with a different element: Fire – The bullet is heated to a great temperature that takes three to five minutes to cool depending on the circumstance. Air – The bullet travels faster then normal giving a greater penetration. Electricity – The bullet stuns the victim and has a small chance to stop the heart. The downside is that it only works with the regular NATO rounds. Allun also wears a white gloves that he has prepared to cast a fireball with a one second delay to aim if he touches the rune in the palm or spray fire as long as his finger is on the back of the glove.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 1:51 pm
Gaia Name: Elesariin
Character Name: Jennifer {Jenny} Niamh MacKenna
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Species: Human, Caucasian. Resurrected.
Skills: Little Jenny is terrifyingly efficient in a fight. She seems to be most comfortable with Sambo, the official Russian martial art, but has worked in tricks and movements that she liked from other styles. She also appears to be intimately familiar with the logistics of using large guns and high powered explosives, although considering her personality, maybe this isn't such a surprise. Overall, she's much better in a physical fight than she currently is with her more magical abilities. As far as more mundane skills go, she can speak Russian like a native, French like a fairly talented foreigner, and a small amount of German in a way that somehow physically hurts-- that's how bad it is. In addition, she is a very, very good liar.
Physical Description: Jennifer is small, maybe a hair over 5'2", and has a delicate, pixie-like figure that is supplemented by quite a bit of lean, hard muscle. Her skin is pale as porcelain, with freckles sprinkled across her forearms and the tops of her shoulders, and flushes easily with any sort of passionate emotion. Her face is heart shaped, with a tiny, pointed chin and high, rounded cheekbones. Her nose is small and fine, with an impishly turned up tip, while her mouth is a full, slightly crooked affair, with a deep dimple framing the higher side. Her deep set almond eyes look well-used to smiling, and are a nondescript hazel. Her hair is probably her most noticeable feature; unbound, it falls to the small of her back in soft red-gold waves, with a few shorter, wispier strands brushing against her cheeks.
As far as clothing goes, she favors soft, flowing, feminine clothing. Lots of pastel colors and sheer fabrics. Rarely, however, does she wear any jewelry; her ears aren't even pierced. She seems to have something of an obsession with purses, and has one in almost every color and style that you could think of. Her hair is generally pulled back into a braid or swept up into a long tail.
Her musical english is accented lightly by an Irish brogue, although she seems to be capable of getting rid of this on command. It becomes much more pronounced-- and more difficult to get rid of-- when she is upset.
Personality: Jennifer is, in a word, passionate. Whatever she feels, she feels with every single fiber of her being. If she is happy, she puts one in mind of a small child-- all wide smiles and spontaneous, delighted fits of laughter. When she is angry, people get broken and things tend to blow up. Literally. The girl has something of a spitfire temper, something that has gotten her into trouble on more than one occasion. Sometimes she can check herself; at least as often, she can't. This leads to her picking fights that she can't possibly win and burning bridge after bridge with a kind of savage glee. Any sadness that she feels tends to turn into belligerent anger; sometimes it can be difficult to tell if she's furious or heartbroken until she starts trying not to cry. Usually it's some combination of both.
She's a bit of a sucker for the underdog, and doesn't like to see women or children hurt or taken advantage of, the latter of which can probably be blamed on her warlock soul (she also tends to hold open doors for other woman, pull out their chairs for them, etc, but only when she's particularly distracted or running on autopilot). All of this tends to mean that she generally has more on her plate than she can really handle.
This means that she has had to become adept at making other people handle things for her; that's where the lying comes in. Jennifer is very good at playing parts, though sometimes she gets particularly pissed at whoever she's marked and blows her own cover. She can play the sex kitten routine flawlessly, and with any number of variations thrown in to make it more effective for whoever her target happens to be. She can be the innocent young ingenue, alone in the world without a protector. She can be the broken woman. She can be the smoking seductress, etc, etc, etc. For her, unlike for some, it's simply a means to an end, one method of manipulation among many. Like pointing a gun at someones head, but with less shouting as a result. The downside to this is that she has trouble NOT manipulating people that she's actually close to.
Biography: Jennifer was born in Waterford, Ireland to painfully normal parents who lived in a painfully normal house with lots of ordinarily pretty, well pruned roses in the front garden. Jenny, as should already be clear, hated it. She hated the complacency, the mindless consumerism, and the way her parents spent about a third of their day in front of the television. She liked violent videogames, going paint-balling, and learning how to cook up home made explosives using supplies in her mother's spotless kitchen. Upon entering secondary school, she gave up on the whole 'being normal; deal, which included going to school, living at home, and kissing her parents good night.
That same year, at the age of 12, she ran away. After spending about a year in France with a friend of her cousin's, she headed off to the Russian border. Her badass aunt, the one her parents refused to even mention, lived in Moscow; she figured that she could crash with her for a while. Because she was just a kid, it didn't strike her as odd when her aunt came and got her, taking her across into Tyrgani Alliance territory with no fuss and very little red tape.
It turned out that the Alliance had their eye on her for one of their special programs. Her remarkable proficiency with guns--despite her young age-- had gotten her noticed, and upon seeing the opportunity to snap her up, they did. Upon arriving in Moscow, she was startled to discover that she wouldn't be staying with her aunt. Not even a little.
Surprised, but not really upset. Generally, they had her doing things that she liked to do, anyway. It was like they were training her to be a secret agent, which was nothing if not cool. She did well. Very well. Brilliantly. She was everything a potential Shadowman ought to be, if a little too... animated.
Then, a few days after her 17th birthday, the dry, cultured voice of a man corrected her spelling when she was working on a mock field report; she didn't think anything of it... until she realized that she was alone in the room. There was somebody in her head.
Naturally, it took her Warlock Soul quite a while to calm her down, but once he managed that, he explained that she had to flee back to Ireland immediately. For her own safety, of course. Jenny has since come to wonder if that was completely true. In any case, she packed up her few belongings and left, creating an entire Alliance of enemies by doing so. It took all of the training she'd received from the , the limits of her her burgeoning magical abilities, constant guidance from her Warlock Soul, and almost two years, but she finally made it to the Chinese border without getting caught, at which point a few Cabal sympathizers got her across. And now she's safe.
... Right?
Group Membership: None
Supernatural Abilities: Jenny is a student of the Elemental and Shadow disciplines, with her main focus in the use of fire and air manipulation. She's currently working on her mastery over lightning, which has led, sadly, to a comparable lack of ability over water manipulation.
In the Shadow field, Jenny has found herself able to create a sort of shroud out of shadows that acts as a shield. While it isn't strong enough to hold up to sustained assault, it is an excellent resource for quick defense.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 3:23 pm
Quote: Gaia Name: NativeForeigner Character Name: Alonzo Abida Greene Gender: Male Age: 38 Species: Human Skills: Alonzo is an expert in behavioral neurosciences, a mixture of psychology and the workings of the brain and why those things happen and, as such, is talented at manipulating people. He is also quite skilled in physics and practices moderate self-defense, but usually prefers to talk his way out of a fight. If nothing else, he will cause mental distress before actually fighing. Physical Description: Alonzo is tall, about six foot three, and just a little on the thick side at 188 pounds, but in decent shape. His once black hair is starting to gray and is now more of a pepper. Lately, he has kept his hair short, about two or three inches on top. His hazel eyes still glow with faded youth and his square jaw is covered in five o’clock shadow. He is a relatively attractive man for his age. As of right now, he is wearing tennis shoes with khaki pants and a worn leather belt. He wears a white dress shirt with a red tie and a black sports coat with several pockets. Personality:Alonzo is a very open man, loves to converse, loves to help, and is quite the people’s person. After spending minutes with this man it feels as though you’ve known him for years. When he speaks with someone, he sometimes has a habit of trying to pick them apart, to ask probing questions. Though he does know when to back off and what not to ask curiosity can sometimes get the best of him. He likes to find out what makes someone tick so he can work with it. Given his background with the mentality of people, he brings his talents to use when it comes to socializing, finding out how to please people, how to make them laugh, or how to get to where he wants to be by analyzing someone and then applying what he’s learned to get the best results. Though, above all, he wants to help people, even if they don’t realize he’s doing so. Also, he compulsively verbally punctuates his sentences (quietly) but exercises enough control to avoid doing so when necessary. Biography: Alonzo was born on June 23rd, 1996. He is the eldest of four; he has two brothers and a sister, and was raised almost entirely but his grandparents. The reason for such is that when he was born, his parents weren’t ready for him, they were just barely out of high school, weren’t married, and didn’t want a child. So, his mother’s grandparents took him in. Eventually, his parents got married, had some more kids, and were able to support themselves as well as children. However, Alonzo was old enough to be able to make decisions and he made the choice to stay with grandma and grandpa. When asked why, his reasoning was simple: “They already have three kids, but grandma and grandpa don’t have any.” After graduating high school, Alonzo went to college and double-majored in behavioral neurosciences and physics, having, since a young age, expressed an interest in the sciences, at first in general then, as he grew older, Physics and Neurosciences. After learning all he could in these two areas, he branched out to Psychology as well. Though he’s no longer in his vibrant twenties, he still aspires to see the world at some point in his life and leave his mark wherever he can. Alliance: Group Membership: Supernatural Abilities: Another two will be coming up soon enough.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 12:00 pm
I could use some help with mine. sweatdrop This magic stuff...
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 5:05 pm
NF: Hair graying probably wouldn't happen at 38 unless he intentionally let it happen. Average lifespan is around 180 years for a human with magic-based medical treatments (why have a doctor when you can have a biomancer, amirite?).
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 6:46 pm
I could probably mention in his bio how he let it happen for the look, maybe bump his age up a little...
But he's not really a medical doctor, he's a head doctor.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 2:53 pm
Elesariin, Jennifer Niamh MacKenna is officially accepted.
Catch up on the Cabal thread and she'll be waking up in a room in the Dominator's combat crew quarters like the others.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 4:51 pm
No no no! It's not done! Don't put it up yet!
... Oh, and thank you.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 4:56 pm
Okay, NOW it's done. Had to polish things up and fix some spelling errors.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 11:00 am
Gaia Name: NativeForeigner
Character Name: Artyom Genrikhovich Borovik
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Species: Human
Skills: Artyom is an expert in behavioral neurosciences, a mixture of psychology and the workings of the brain and why those things happen and, as such, is talented at manipulating people. He is also quite skilled in physics and practices moderate self-defense, but usually prefers to talk his way out of a fight. If nothing else, he will cause mental distress before actually fighting.
Physical Description: Artyom is tall, about six foot three, and just a little on the thin side at 162 pounds, but in decent shape. His once black hair is intentionally starting to gray and is now more of a pepper. Lately, he has kept his hair short, about two or three inches on top. His hazel eyes still glow with faded youth and his square jaw is covered in five o’clock shadow. He is a relatively attractive man for his age.
As of right now, he is wearing tennis shoes with khaki pants and a worn leather belt. He wears a white dress shirt with a red tie and a black sports coat with several pockets.
Personality:Artyom is a very open man, loves to converse, loves to help, and is quite the people’s person. After spending minutes with this man it feels as though you’ve known him for years.
When he speaks with someone, he sometimes has a habit of trying to pick them apart, to ask probing questions. Though he does know when to back off and what not to ask curiosity can sometimes get the best of him. He likes to find out what makes someone tick so he can work with it.
Given his background with the mentality of people, he brings his talents to use when it comes to socializing, finding out how to please people, how to make them laugh, or how to get to where he wants to be by analyzing someone and then applying what he’s learned to get the best results. Though, above all, he wants to help people, even if they don’t realize he’s doing so.
Also, he compulsively verbally punctuates his sentences (quietly) but exercises enough control to avoid doing so when necessary.
Biography: Artyom was born on June 23rd, 1996 in Moscow, Russia. He is the eldest of four; he has two brothers and a sister, and was raised almost entirely but his grandparents. The reason for such is that when he was born, his parents weren’t ready for him, they were just barely out of high school, weren’t married, and didn’t want a child. So, his mother’s grandparents took him in. Eventually, his parents got married, had some more kids, and were able to support themselves as well as children. However, Artyom was old enough to be able to make decisions and he made the choice to stay with grandma and grandpa. When asked why, his reasoning was simple: “They already have three kids, but grandma and grandpa don’t have any.”
After graduating secondary school, Artyom went to America to go to college and double-majored in behavioral neurosciences and physics, having, since a young age, expressed an interest in the sciences, at first in general then, as he grew older, Physics and Neurosciences. After learning all he could in these two areas, he branched out to Psychology as well.
Though he’s no longer in his vibrant twenties, he still aspires to see the world at some point in his life and leave his mark wherever he can.
He speaks with a light Russian accent, but his English is good.
Alliance: Tyrg
Group Membership: Psion
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