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 Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 7:32 am
DarkScarlettVixen Name: Angolina Chupaflor (Angel) Age: 18 Alignment: Suffra Special Abilities: Control of glass or anything crystalline. Glass or crystal under her control can become as hard as metal or as soft as putty. She can manipulate glass into any shape she desires without heating it. Her hands can also withstand intense heat without protection. Codename: Diadem Appearance: Angel is half african american, half hispanic (hence her last name which means "hummingbird" in Spanish). Her skin is as dark as milk chocolate. Her hair is dark, straight and quite thick, falling just past her shoulders. Her eyes are almond shaped an only slightly slanted upward at the outside corners and are very dark brown. Her nose isn't as broad as her mother's nor as slim as her fathers, falling somehwere in the middle. She has full lips like her mother, though. She has an athletic build, getting her height from her mother's side of the family. ((If Galvan uses uniforms)) She usually wears the guys uniform, not a skirt kind of girl. Sexual Orientation: As far as she is concerned she doesn't need guys and is a bit of a tom boy when it comes to them. Boys are buddies, not love interests...neither are girls. That's not to say that she'll never have a crush, she just hasn't met the right guy. Personality: Aside from her hobby which will be discussed later, Angel is a tom boy and protective of the underdog. She can be quick to get mad and a bit defensive but othrewise she is generally cheery and gets along with others as long as they don't piss her off. History: Angel was born to a father, Lorenzo Chupaflor and her mother Tanzania Wright. Her father is of Hispanic and Italian decent who was disgraced and cast out of his family after testifying against his cousin who murdered his aunt, his mother. He fled Mexico, changing his identity with the help of the police to Italy where he studied glass blowing and sculpturing in Moreno. After becoming a Master he moved to America. There he met his wife; a spirited African American woman who had just finished nursing school and had started working in the local hospital. Lorenzo’s glass sculptor business did very well and soon, not only Lorenzo but Tanzania was raking in big bucks. They moved to a nice middle class neighborhood, living well below their means. Angel grew up in a relatively safe environment, went to a public school but with her father’s history which he kept secret from his daughter but not his wife, he taught Angel how to defend herself, including how to fight very dirty to save her skin. Angel became interested in her father’s shop when she was five years of age and when she had finished her homework and chores she’d hang out in her father’s shop. She made this a regular practice for a year before he started giving her little tasks to do. As she got older, his tasks grew more complicated. He was patient and thrilled that his daughter was showing an interest in his occupation already dreaming of handing it over to her once he was done. At twelve years of age with much begging and goading, Lorenzo finally taught his daughter how to blow glass. He was amazed at how quickly she picked it up and soon grew confident with leaving her to blow her own globes by herself but always with him in the shop. A year later, in order to impress her father, Angel attempted to blow a globe while her father was away. Something went wrong, however and white hot globe exploded, sending scalding hot shards of glass at Angel’s face. She flinched away, throwing her hands to her face instinctively. When nothing struck her face she was amazed to find the glowing shards of glass floating in the air inches from her face. With this new discovery, Angel began experimenting with her new talent in private. Her father found out two years later when she was fifteen. He walked in on her when she was manipulating a glowing globe of glass into the shape of a horse without even touching it. Lorenzo was more shocked by this discovery than his wife, whose grandmother was known for having some uncanny ability though no one in the family was able to catch her in the act. At sixteen years of age, Angel has a pretty firm grasp of her powers. Her father discovered Galvan by accident while at the doctor’s office. He brought it home to his wife and they debated and discussed for three days before they finally decided to let her go. Angel enjoys a close relationship with both her parents and even though her father’s employment was of great interest of her, her mother always found time educate her on matters of the medical field and at the same time she developed the interest in glass blowing, her mother put her in dance classes as well. It started out with ballet but when she got older she switched it to hip hop. Her mother also taught her how to shop smart, gave Angel her fashion sense, taught her how to cook, keep the books, house keep, and to be confident in everything she did. Angel inherited her mother’s family’s moodiness.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 2:09 pm
Ladies, help me make this profile all I ever dreamed it to be. razz
Name: Husam al Din Kedar Sharif
Age: A ripe old 31 years old, and still in darn good shape.
Alignment: Paradigm -- Husam harbors a good deal of anger towards humans, and especially human governments. Despite this, and his overwhelming sense of superiority over humanity, he does have a slight protector bent that manifests itself as a feeling that humans should be guided like sheep by the One Race.
Special Abilities: A power dubbed Psychometabolism by the scientific community, Husam has been blessed with a unique and powerful union of body and mind. Able to alter his metabolism practically at will, Husam is capable of building muscle super-efficiently, run faster and longer than any human, and stanch his own bleeding wounds through thought alone. Far from making him invincible, it does make him a great deal more durable and even allows him to go days and sometimes weeks without food, water, or sleep. His senses, already super-sharp due to his special forces training, have heightened to near-supernatural levels, and Husam can see in the dark almost as well as in the light, can hear better than a cat, and even track by scent. As an extension of the power, Husam can partially alter his chemical anatomy, allowing him to thicken and harden his skin like cured leather, and can even effect minor, temporary changes in his skeletal structure.
Codename: Not a particularly well-known Nova, as his existence was mostly covered up by his father, Husam al Din (meaning "Sword of the Faith") is a suitable codename. It is not his given birth name, but rather a moniker he took for himself when he joined the military.
Appearance: Tall, standing around 6 feet 6 inches, with a powerfully built frame, Husam owns the look of military man and recreactional body-builder. He is square-jawed and ruggedly handsome with dark, almond-brown eyes. His hair, cropped into a neatly-groomed crew cut, is black as night, with two streaks of faintest grey running above and behind both ears. His brown skin is deeply tanned by years spent doing military exercises in the sun. He has a large tattoo that covers his whole back that was etched into his skin shortly after his Eruption. The tattoo, made up entirely of Arabic characters, features several self-affirming passages from the Koran and the four words "Compassion," "Conviction," "Temperance," and "Valor." When in casual dress, Husam favors the military garb he is comfortable with, wearing pants that vary greatly from jungle camo, to urban camo, all the way to desert camo. He always wears a pair of combat boots, black and worn out, though well-taken care of. He often wears a black tank top or muscle-tee and is almost never seen without a pair of small, round-framed sunglasses that barely hide his eyes. When on a mission or security detail, he completes the look with a black ribbed macho-militaristic anti-ballistic vest.
Sexual Orientation: Though heterosexual, Husam mostly avoids women if he can help it. Not to say he is shy or misogynistic, he simply is not well-versed in conducting himself around the fairer sex and feels far more at home among the crude company of men.
Personality: Born the first son of a Turkish oil tycoon, Usama Sharif, Husam was raised in an environment that taught him he was superior to everybody in every way imaginable. While tempered by many humbling years in the military, this early induction into egoism has left its mark that lasts to this day. More proud than aristocratic, Husam's quiet confidence is often misinterpreted as simple arrogance and vanity by those that initially meet him. Though mostly willing to keep to himself, Husam's friends and comrades are regarded with the deepest, most unwavering respect, and he is a loyal friend, if an emotionally unavailable one. Under the veneer of his calm and calculating demeanor, Husam is a dangerously emotional man, a tumult of anger and agression always burning in his breast. Thoroughly provoked, he is inconsolable, vengeful, and inevitably violent. He considers these outbursts terribly humiliating, however, and after recovering may be especially withdrawn from others, treating those he does encounter with indifference at best, and cruel disdain at his very worst.
History: As children go, Husam (then called Eren) left something to be desired. Though an intelligent and handsome boy, he was aggressive, arrogant, and disobedient; he was considered the nightmare of the Sharif household by the family's servants. Aside from the indoctrination into the long family history of the Sharif clan, Eren's father taught him only self-reliance, as Usama's constant absence left the boy without a true father figure, and Eren disdained the household servants, preferring to bathe, feed, and take care of himself without their "filthy servant hands" touching him or anything he came near. Tired of hearing about this terribly disruptive behavior from his future heir, when the boy was 12 his father sought outside intervention in the form of a martial arts master from Volgograd, Russia named Yuriy Valentin. Yuriy quickly established himself as the alpha-male in his relationship with Eren, surprising the boy with unrestrained use of corporal punishment. From there, Yuriy began to garner respect, admiration, and a vague sense of paternal love from Eren, and as the child grew steadily into a young man, Yuriy, recognizing Eren's vast potential as a warrior, began urging him to join the Russian military so that he might exercise his potential into a true calling.
Eren was easily convinced. From the first day Yuriy began working with Husam, he knew that fighting was what he was meant to do. He mastered the techniques and subtleties of Sambo with ease, and eventually jumped at the chance to really call himself a warrior. Days later, Eren, bearing papers with a new name, travelled to the Russian border and enlisted immediately with Yuriy's help. Forced into an unfamiliar environment, the 17 year old boy adapted quickly to the rigid and unforgiving life of the Russian soldier and advanced quickly through the ranks, making sergeant at a mere 20. Before his potential could be wasted on Officer's school, the special forces snatched him up and trained him into the fighting machine he is today -- well-versed in most firearms and hand-to-hand weapons, close combat skills, various forms of stealth, and a large number of military and civilian vehicles, Husam became the golden boy of Russian Black Ops and saw action in Siberia, China, Afghanistan, Georgia, Azerbaijan, Iraq, Iran, Saudi Arabia, Sudan, Egypt, and even Japan, Italy, Spain, and Ukraine, never failing a mission and rarely losing soldiers under his command. Due to his constant traveling, Husam picked up several languages and speaks Turkish, Arabic, Russian, and Mandarin Chinese fluently, and knows enough to find food and shelter in Japanese, German, and Italian. It was during a time stationed in Japan that he discovered sushi, his favorite food that he still eats in vast quantities.
It was when the eruptions began that the nature of Husam's job slowly began to change. He found himself performing exterminations and kidnappings far more often than reconnaisance and rescues, and soon he realized that many of his targets were in fact the Novas themselves. Most were freshly Erupted, people who had no clear idea of what they could do or who they were anymore. These young and confused Novas were often kidnapped and shipped off to God-knows-where. Husam never thought about what happened to them, having succumbed to the indoctrination of the military that they were beasts to be studied -- sub-human, not worth any compassion. The ones he killed were more important. They were leaders, recognizable faces, celebrities. Though he performed this function mostly throughout Russia, the assassinations bled out into Ukraine, Turkey, Iran, Georgia, and eventually, Azerbaijan. Husam was there for the videotaping of that internationally-recognizable event where the young nova girl was tortured and murdered by an angry mob. More than a spectator, Husam and his tiny team of insurgents instigated the awful event. Playing on the rurual populations' fear of the novas, Husam and his team arrived at the height of the fervor and fear. A religious leader in th town was giving a fire-and-brimstones speech of hatred against the novas, whipping the listeners into a rabid band of potential murderers. The timing was carefully calculated. At the height of the speech, Husam slunk into the basement of the temple and found her -- daughter of the preacher, hidden away due to shame and fear.
Nobody knew who he was, but nobody asked. Nobody cared. Eyes were on the winged girl who shivered, afraid and clearly alone even in a sea of people. She was recognized as the daughter of the preacher. All eyes turned to him. One word damned the human race. "Abomination." The man sold out his own daughter, and Husam, under orders direct from the Kremlin, carried out the first stroke of atrocity that changed the world and left the rest to the terrified and impassioned parishoners.
The riots that resulted from the awful event left Husam and his soldiers without reliable extraction back into Russia, so the team hunkered down in a hotel basement and prepared to ride out the storm. But three days later, everything changed. An awful rumbling filled the night, and before they could fully rouse, two of their number were killed by bizarre, massive roots thrashing through the basement and demolshing the foundations around them. Husam and his remaining soldiers emerged into a changed world. The jungle of old Azerbaijan was growing around them, transforming the once-arid country into a lush and tropical Hell. Only Husam survived the night, and though the sun rose above the thick entangled branches of the newborn Donaric, Husam was alone in a dark and unfamiliar terrain, determined to survive. It was there, in the steamy tropics of Donaric that Husam discovered himself. For eight days, the lone warrior made his way through the terrain, naked but for a pair of torn pants and a combat knife, Husam survived without food and water but for a few slaughtered creatures that were barely palatable. His eruption was a subtle thing, intensely personal and unrecognizable but for a sudden awareness of his whole body as he crawled through the mud, stalking some strange bird that chirpped above him. He could feel every inch of his being, feel every proccess as it happened. He felt his blood flowing, felt the oxygen within his lungs in a way like never before. The dim light seemed to brighten and all around him was revealed. He heard everything. He focused and the hunger went away. Though at first he was certain he had lost his mind, he soon realized what had truly happened, and waves of guilt and anger nearly overwhelmed him. Sub-human? Beasts?
I am still a man. The mantra, mixed with a few passages from the Koran and prayers to God, eventually evolved into I am more than a man. And as more than a man, he survived the jungle and found the border of Georgia, almost perfectly outlined by the edge of Donaric's trees. When he returned to Russia, he resigned from the military and began travelling, making contact with both his father and his old master. These were the only men he ever personally told about his Eruption, and their reactions could not have been more different. Usama Sharif practically disowned his favored son, spending vast sums of money to all but erase the fact of his existence and remove him from the Sharif family tree. Yuriy was pleased, and together, they found groups of scientists willing to study Husam without making his Eruption public. All the while, Husam watched the steady deterioration of human-nova relations with great interest and soon found himself drawn to the words of Admon Leumuelz. And there was something about Donaric that called to him. Those jungles were where he found his true self.
Bearing the secret of that famous young girl's murder, Husam travelled back to Donaric, determined meet Admon Lemeulz and pay his own penance in blood and service to the Nova cause.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 1:45 pm
I'm going to ask Krome to do the rp review you asked for when she has a chance. In the meantime, I'll work on this... DarkScarlettVixen DarkScarlettVixen Name: Angolina Chupaflor (Angel) Age: 18 Alignment: Suffra Special Abilities: Control of glass or anything crystalline. Glass or crystal under her control can become as hard as metal or as soft as putty. She can manipulate glass into any shape she desires without heating it. Her hands can also withstand intense heat without protection. Codename: Diadem Appearance: Angel is half african american, half hispanic (hence her last name which means "hummingbird" in Spanish). Her skin is as dark as milk chocolate. Her hair is dark, straight and quite thick, falling just past her shoulders. Her eyes are almond shaped an only slightly slanted upward at the outside corners and are very dark brown. Her nose isn't as broad as her mother's nor as slim as her fathers, falling somehwere in the middle. She has full lips like her mother, though. She has an athletic build, getting her height from her mother's side of the family. ((If Galvan uses uniforms)) She usually wears the guys uniform, not a skirt kind of girl. Sexual Orientation: As far as she is concerned she doesn't need guys and is a bit of a tom boy when it comes to them. Boys are buddies, not love interests...neither are girls. That's not to say that she'll never have a crush, she just hasn't met the right guy. Personality: Aside from her hobby which will be discussed later, Angel is a tom boy and protective of the underdog. She can be quick to get mad and a bit defensive but othrewise she is generally cheery and gets along with others as long as they don't piss her off. History: Angel was born to a father, Lorenzo Chupaflor and her mother Tanzania Wright. Her father is of Hispanic and Italian decent who was disgraced and cast out of his family after testifying against his cousin who murdered his aunt, his mother. He fled Mexico, changing his identity with the help of the police to Italy where he studied glass blowing and sculpturing in Moreno. After becoming a Master he moved to America. There he met his wife; a spirited African American woman who had just finished nursing school and had started working in the local hospital. Lorenzo’s glass sculptor business did very well and soon, not only Lorenzo but Tanzania was raking in big bucks. They moved to a nice middle class neighborhood, living well below their means. Angel grew up in a relatively safe environment, went to a public school but with her father’s history which he kept secret from his daughter but not his wife, he taught Angel how to defend herself, including how to fight very dirty to save her skin. Angel became interested in her father’s shop when she was five years of age and when she had finished her homework and chores she’d hang out in her father’s shop. She made this a regular practice for a year before he started giving her little tasks to do. As she got older, his tasks grew more complicated. He was patient and thrilled that his daughter was showing an interest in his occupation already dreaming of handing it over to her once he was done. At twelve years of age with much begging and goading, Lorenzo finally taught his daughter how to blow glass. He was amazed at how quickly she picked it up and soon grew confident with leaving her to blow her own globes by herself but always with him in the shop. A year later, in order to impress her father, Angel attempted to blow a globe while her father was away. Something went wrong, however and white hot globe exploded, sending scalding hot shards of glass at Angel’s face. She flinched away, throwing her hands to her face instinctively. When nothing struck her face she was amazed to find the glowing shards of glass floating in the air inches from her face. With this new discovery, Angel began experimenting with her new talent in private. Her father found out two years later when she was fifteen. He walked in on her when she was manipulating a glowing globe of glass into the shape of a horse without even touching it. Lorenzo was more shocked by this discovery than his wife, whose grandmother was known for having some uncanny ability though no one in the family was able to catch her in the act. At sixteen years of age, Angel has a pretty firm grasp of her powers. Her father discovered Galvan by accident while at the doctor’s office. He brought it home to his wife and they debated and discussed for three days before they finally decided to let her go. Angel enjoys a close relationship with both her parents and even though her father’s employment was of great interest of her, her mother always found time educate her on matters of the medical field and at the same time she developed the interest in glass blowing, her mother put her in dance classes as well. It started out with ballet but when she got older she switched it to hip hop. Her mother also taught her how to shop smart, gave Angel her fashion sense, taught her how to cook, keep the books, house keep, and to be confident in everything she did. Angel inherited her mother’s family’s moodiness. I've never seen the spelling Angolina, but I'll go with it. Same with the last name. Nickname is a little on the edge but if the rest of your character balances it'll be okay... Age: 18
Alignment: Suffra
Special Abilities: Control of glass or anything crystalline. Glass or crystal under her control can become as hard as metal or as soft as putty. She can manipulate glass into any shape she desires without heating it. Her hands can also withstand intense heat without protection.Coolness. And clearness. I like it. EDIT: Whoa, wait a minute. Did you know that glass is about the farthest thing from a crystal you can get? Suppose this could still work, it's just not quite as united as I was originally thinking. Codename: DiademAppearance: Angel is half african american, half hispanic (hence her last name which means "hummingbird" in Spanish). African American. Hispanic. I would say 'and half hispanic'. Question: is that a relatively 'normal' last name in Spanish speaking countries? Just wondering. I think this time I'll just add more onto this one post later, rather than doing a lot of mini posts...
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 5:41 pm
The thing I wanted you and Krome to critique is now under a new and finalized title "Despot". So, don't be surprised if you can't find the old title when you get to mine.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 12:47 pm
Merlinic Matrices I'm going to ask Krome to do the rp review you asked for when she has a chance. In the meantime, I'll work on this... DarkScarlettVixen DarkScarlettVixen Name: Angolina Chupaflor (Angel) Age: 18 Alignment: Suffra Special Abilities: Control of glass or anything crystalline. Glass or crystal under her control can become as hard as metal or as soft as putty. She can manipulate glass into any shape she desires without heating it. Her hands can also withstand intense heat without protection. Codename: Diadem Appearance: Angel is half african american, half hispanic (hence her last name which means "hummingbird" in Spanish). Her skin is as dark as milk chocolate. Her hair is dark, straight and quite thick, falling just past her shoulders. Her eyes are almond shaped an only slightly slanted upward at the outside corners and are very dark brown. Her nose isn't as broad as her mother's nor as slim as her fathers, falling somehwere in the middle. She has full lips like her mother, though. She has an athletic build, getting her height from her mother's side of the family. ((If Galvan uses uniforms)) She usually wears the guys uniform, not a skirt kind of girl. Sexual Orientation: As far as she is concerned she doesn't need guys and is a bit of a tom boy when it comes to them. Boys are buddies, not love interests...neither are girls. That's not to say that she'll never have a crush, she just hasn't met the right guy. Personality: Aside from her hobby which will be discussed later, Angel is a tom boy and protective of the underdog. She can be quick to get mad and a bit defensive but othrewise she is generally cheery and gets along with others as long as they don't piss her off. History: Angel was born to a father, Lorenzo Chupaflor and her mother Tanzania Wright. Her father is of Hispanic and Italian decent who was disgraced and cast out of his family after testifying against his cousin who murdered his aunt, his mother. He fled Mexico, changing his identity with the help of the police to Italy where he studied glass blowing and sculpturing in Moreno. After becoming a Master he moved to America. There he met his wife; a spirited African American woman who had just finished nursing school and had started working in the local hospital. Lorenzo’s glass sculptor business did very well and soon, not only Lorenzo but Tanzania was raking in big bucks. They moved to a nice middle class neighborhood, living well below their means. Angel grew up in a relatively safe environment, went to a public school but with her father’s history which he kept secret from his daughter but not his wife, he taught Angel how to defend herself, including how to fight very dirty to save her skin. Angel became interested in her father’s shop when she was five years of age and when she had finished her homework and chores she’d hang out in her father’s shop. She made this a regular practice for a year before he started giving her little tasks to do. As she got older, his tasks grew more complicated. He was patient and thrilled that his daughter was showing an interest in his occupation already dreaming of handing it over to her once he was done. At twelve years of age with much begging and goading, Lorenzo finally taught his daughter how to blow glass. He was amazed at how quickly she picked it up and soon grew confident with leaving her to blow her own globes by herself but always with him in the shop. A year later, in order to impress her father, Angel attempted to blow a globe while her father was away. Something went wrong, however and white hot globe exploded, sending scalding hot shards of glass at Angel’s face. She flinched away, throwing her hands to her face instinctively. When nothing struck her face she was amazed to find the glowing shards of glass floating in the air inches from her face. With this new discovery, Angel began experimenting with her new talent in private. Her father found out two years later when she was fifteen. He walked in on her when she was manipulating a glowing globe of glass into the shape of a horse without even touching it. Lorenzo was more shocked by this discovery than his wife, whose grandmother was known for having some uncanny ability though no one in the family was able to catch her in the act. At sixteen years of age, Angel has a pretty firm grasp of her powers. Her father discovered Galvan by accident while at the doctor’s office. He brought it home to his wife and they debated and discussed for three days before they finally decided to let her go. Angel enjoys a close relationship with both her parents and even though her father’s employment was of great interest of her, her mother always found time educate her on matters of the medical field and at the same time she developed the interest in glass blowing, her mother put her in dance classes as well. It started out with ballet but when she got older she switched it to hip hop. Her mother also taught her how to shop smart, gave Angel her fashion sense, taught her how to cook, keep the books, house keep, and to be confident in everything she did. Angel inherited her mother’s family’s moodiness. I've never seen the spelling Angolina, but I'll go with it. Same with the last name. Nickname is a little on the edge but if the rest of your character balances it'll be okay... Age: 18
Alignment: Suffra
Special Abilities: Control of glass or anything crystalline. Glass or crystal under her control can become as hard as metal or as soft as putty. She can manipulate glass into any shape she desires without heating it. Her hands can also withstand intense heat without protection.Coolness. And clearness. I like it. EDIT: Whoa, wait a minute. Did you know that glass is about the farthest thing from a crystal you can get? Suppose this could still work, it's just not quite as united as I was originally thinking. Codename: DiademAppearance: Angel is half african american, half hispanic (hence her last name which means "hummingbird" in Spanish). African American. Hispanic. I would say 'and half hispanic'. Question: is that a relatively 'normal' last name in Spanish speaking countries? Just wondering. I think this time I'll just add more onto this one post later, rather than doing a lot of mini posts... Chupaflor is not a normal last name but remember, her father had to change his identity. That's the last name he wanted! ^^ I should be more specific about her nationality because she's got a bit of italian in her too....So I'll shift that around. About her talent. How about it's just glass and crystal instead of crystalline because Crystalline could also mean precious gems and whatnot. I'll shift that around too. ....what's wrong with her nickname?
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 12:49 pm
DarkScarlettVixen DarkScarlettVixen Name: Angolina Chupaflor (Angel) Age: 18 Alignment: Suffra Special Abilities: Control of glass and crystal. Glass or crystal under her control can become as hard as metal or as soft as putty. She can manipulate glass into any shape she desires without heating it. Her hands can also withstand intense heat without protection. Codename: Diadem Appearance: Angel is half african american, quarter hispanic, quarter italian. Her skin is as dark as milk chocolate. Her hair is dark, straight and quite thick, falling just past her shoulders. Her eyes are almond shaped an only slightly slanted upward at the outside corners and are gray. Her nose isn't as broad as her mother's nor as slim as her fathers, falling somehwere in the middle. She has full lips like her mother, though. She has an athletic build, getting her height from her mother's side of the family. ((If Galvan uses uniforms)) She usually wears the guys uniform, not a skirt kind of girl. Sexual Orientation: As far as she is concerned she doesn't need guys and is a bit of a tom boy when it comes to them. Boys are buddies, not love interests...neither are girls. That's not to say that she'll never have a crush, she just hasn't met the right guy. Personality: Aside from her hobby which will be discussed later, Angel is a tom boy and protective of the underdog. She can be quick to get mad and a bit defensive but othrewise she is generally cheery and gets along with others as long as they don't piss her off. History: Angel was born to a father, Lorenzo Chupaflor and her mother Tanzania Wright. Her father is of Hispanic and Italian decent who was disgraced and cast out of his family after testifying against his cousin who murdered his aunt, his mother. He fled Mexico, changing his identity with the help of the police to Italy where he studied glass blowing and sculpturing in Moreno. After becoming a Master he moved to America. There he met his wife; a spirited African American woman who had just finished nursing school and had started working in the local hospital. Lorenzo’s glass sculptor business did very well and soon, not only Lorenzo but Tanzania was raking in big bucks. They moved to a nice middle class neighborhood, living well below their means. Angel grew up in a relatively safe environment, went to a public school but with her father’s history which he kept secret from his daughter but not his wife, he taught Angel how to defend herself, including how to fight very dirty to save her skin. Angel became interested in her father’s shop when she was five years of age and when she had finished her homework and chores she’d hang out in her father’s shop. She made this a regular practice for a year before he started giving her little tasks to do. As she got older, his tasks grew more complicated. He was patient and thrilled that his daughter was showing an interest in his occupation already dreaming of handing it over to her once he was done. At twelve years of age with much begging and goading, Lorenzo finally taught his daughter how to blow glass. He was amazed at how quickly she picked it up and soon grew confident with leaving her to blow her own globes by herself but always with him in the shop. A year later, in order to impress her father, Angel attempted to blow a globe while her father was away. Something went wrong, however and white hot globe exploded, sending scalding hot shards of glass at Angel’s face. She flinched away, throwing her hands to her face instinctively. When nothing struck her face she was amazed to find the glowing shards of glass floating in the air inches from her face. With this new discovery, Angel began experimenting with her new talent in private. Her father found out two years later when she was fifteen. He walked in on her when she was manipulating a glowing globe of glass into the shape of a horse without even touching it. Lorenzo was more shocked by this discovery than his wife, whose grandmother was known for having some uncanny ability though no one in the family was able to catch her in the act. At sixteen years of age, Angel has a pretty firm grasp of her powers. Her father discovered Galvan by accident while at the doctor’s office. He brought it home to his wife and they debated and discussed for three days before they finally decided to let her go. Angel enjoys a close relationship with both her parents and even though her father’s employment was of great interest of her, her mother always found time educate her on matters of the medical field and at the same time she developed the interest in glass blowing, her mother put her in dance classes as well. It started out with ballet but when she got older she switched it to hip hop. Her mother also taught her how to shop smart, gave Angel her fashion sense, taught her how to cook, keep the books, house keep, and to be confident in everything she did. Angel inherited her mother’s family’s moodiness.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 8:08 pm
ok....I just want to see how this works on you guys. This is a battle between two twin brothers, Souno and Tchai. They hate eachother and are finally facing off in an arena modeled after a forest.
Souno stepped out of the hotsprings and ran a hand through his wet hair. He was frusterated by August's mood, but he just didn't have to words to cheer her up right now. It was all so different here away from the forest. He shook his head and watched as drops of water fell towards the ground, but he froze them before they hit and caused them to spin around him slowly, reflecting the sun. Rainbows danced accross the cement path as he walked towards the gates and saw his brother off to one side. He really felt the need to just expend all of his energy. "Maybe I'll go to the Arena...." He wandered over in that direction and looked around him at the people there. "And now i just need a person to spar with...."
Tchai stood up from the grassy patch of grass near the arena where he had fallen asleep staring up at the sun. "I need somewhere to be, how about the arena!" He rolled up onto his back and sprung up onto his feet. He looked over at the entance and saw his brother looking around. "Hoo rah! A nice spar with my 'wonderful' brother! I can't wait to see him bleed." He rolled his eyes and strolled over to Souno, "Looking for a partner?"
Souno looked over at Tchai and sighed, "It's about time that we simply fought here. I hear they have a forest arena here. Let's crank up the rain and turn on a storm. We'll duke it out till inability to move or otherwise." He looked Tchai up and down before walking over to the arena.
Tchai followed his brother and once they got to the arena he cranked the rain to downpour, spun the wind up, and let loose the thunder and lightning. He felt a cold wind blow past him and watched the trees blow. "Just like home, eh?"
Souno didn't even look back at Tchai as he stepped into the forest and was soon jogging between trees and felt the rain soaking him, but the cold didn't matter. He was already to cold to be bothered by anything so trivial as rain. He came to a clearing and stopped and sat cross legged in the center. The rain building up on his skin and starting to freeze.
Tchai glared at his brother as he disappeared into the forest. He took after him and was soon soaked, with the steam rolling off of him from where the cold drops hit him on his skin. He put his hands up and fire whirled around them to engulf his body and illuminate the paths ahead of him.
Souno stood, his body was covered in ice from shoulder to foot. His head was bare, and his hair was in icy strands. His eyes peered ice blue and matched the tone of his shoulder plates that curved up from his shoulders like horns and seemed to be seemlessly connected to his arms and hands. He looked lithe despite the added bulk of the ice and he wore a swinging cape of ice that blew with the wind. He stepped out of the clearing and headed into the darkness.
Tchai looked around at the forest, "This will take far too long." He held his hand up to his eyes and when he lowered it his eyes pulsed red. The world was suddenly mostly black except for a few spots among the trees where heat gathered. He was looking for his brother, and he was damned if he wouldn't find him.
Souno held his hand up to his eyes and concentrated, he knew that his brother would be using his useless heatvision here. He also knew that he had the opposite of heat vision and could see things from the amount of cold that they put off, and in this forest, his brother would stick out like a sore thumb because of his high body heat. He opened his eyes and they pulsed an icy blue that immediately picked out the form of his brother approximately two hundred yards away from him. He nimbly created footholds up a tree next to him and scaled the tree to its branches where he sprung from branch to branch towards his brother.
Tchai damned his brother's low body heat and stopped looking for him. He simply released multiple streams of flame in all directions and watched them weave their way through the trees. The intensity of the flame was great enough to evaporate the water on the trees. He was now surrounded by light and his brother could never creep up on him. Tchai laughed at his brother's stupidity in accepting this offer for a duel.
Souno sat above Tchai and watched him relax, sure that he wouldn't be snuck up on. He knew that with one blow the battle could be over, but he didn't want it to be that easy. He slolwly lowered himself behind his brother and dropped into the moss around the base of the tree. He extended his hands and watched as ice surrounded his brother's feet without touching them. He held out his right hand and felt ice solidify into a tall quarter staff that he held firmly in his hand. He reached forward and tapped his brother on the shoulder.
Tchai felt the hand on his shoulder and spun around, lashing out with his foot. Suddenly he was falling, having slipped on the ice, but caught himself on ths slippery surface. He rolled away from his brother and sprung to his feet, fire flinging from his hands. "How did he do it!?"
Souno's staff whirled as the fire glanced about it, he was spinning it fast enough that he could practically see Tchai clearly through the wiz of it's ends. He grew tired and concentrated as he released his grip on the staff. It remained spinning in the air, and was soon moving fast enough that no fire was seeping through it. He pushed it back towards Tchai and watched as his flames rebounded back on him.
Tchai pushed all his might into the fire, but he was nervous. His brother's staff was a formidible thing to deal with. He quickly sent out two trailers of fire around either side to distract him. He hadn't bargined on his brother sneaking up on him.
Souno glanced at the trailers coming towards him, and dodged out from behind his staff before letting it slip out of the way of the stream of flame. It hit the tree behind him and set it ablaze despite the rain and ice coating its surface. He extinguished the flames with two swipes of his staff before turning back to his brother.
Tchai straffed behind a tree and sprinted away into the darkness, he wasn't going to win this skirmish. He looked around with his heat vision and spotted an intensely hot area some distance into the forest. He stepped out and was amazed at what he saw. It was a giant tree that seemed to be livid with fire. It stood easily fifty feet across and at least a hundred feet high. He was amazed that they had one here, the only other ones he had ever seen had been back home in the Amazon. He stepped up to the tree and put his hand on its surface and felt the fires inside pulse against his skin, wanting him to be theirs. "Not today, but I will use you to descimate my brother." He envisioned the fires consuming the forest and he felt the earth raze beneath his face and the trees nearest to it erupted into flames.
Souno followed Tchai slowly, he wasn't in a hurry. Suddenly heat blotted out his vision and radiated out from the center of the forest. "What?" He stood stunned as trees erupted into flames in concentric circles from a large source of heat. "This is too much Tchai..." He shook his head and ran, it was all he could do. As the ice fell from his body and he ran faster he knew what he was going to do. He was going to go back to the hot springs and cheer up August. It was alot easier than killing his brother today.
Tchai's world was livid with flames, it was too much for him. Too much power to take in. He was sucked into the tree where he was infused with even more fire and his world went black.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 11:49 am
Quote: Name: Angolina Chupaflor (Angel) Age: 18 Alignment: Suffra Special Abilities: Control of glass and crystal. Glass or crystal under her control can become as hard as metal or as soft as putty. She can manipulate glass into any shape she desires without heating it. Her hands can also withstand intense heat without protection. Codename: Diadem Appearance: Angel is half african american, quarter hispanic, quarter italian. Her skin is as dark as milk chocolate. Her hair is dark, straight and quite thick, falling just past her shoulders. Her eyes are almond shaped an only slightly slanted upward at the outside corners and are gray. Her nose isn't as broad as her mother's nor as slim as her fathers, falling somehwere in the middle. She has full lips like her mother, though. She has an athletic build, getting her height from her mother's side of the family. ((If Galvan uses uniforms)) She usually wears the guys uniform, not a skirt kind of girl. Sexual Orientation: As far as she is concerned she doesn't need guys and is a bit of a tom boy when it comes to them. Boys are buddies, not love interests...neither are girls. That's not to say that she'll never have a crush, she just hasn't met the right guy. Personality: Aside from her hobby which will be discussed later, Angel is a tom boy and protective of the underdog. She can be quick to get mad and a bit defensive but othrewise she is generally cheery and gets along with others as long as they don't piss her off. History: Angel was born to a father, Lorenzo Chupaflor and her mother Tanzania Wright. Her father is of Hispanic and Italian decent who was disgraced and cast out of his family after testifying against his cousin who murdered his aunt, his mother. He fled Mexico, changing his identity with the help of the police to Italy where he studied glass blowing and sculpturing in Moreno. After becoming a Master he moved to America. There he met his wife; a spirited African American woman who had just finished nursing school and had started working in the local hospital. Lorenzo’s glass sculptor business did very well and soon, not only Lorenzo but Tanzania was raking in big bucks. They moved to a nice middle class neighborhood, living well below their means. Angel grew up in a relatively safe environment, went to a public school but with her father’s history which he kept secret from his daughter but not his wife, he taught Angel how to defend herself, including how to fight very dirty to save her skin. Angel became interested in her father’s shop when she was five years of age and when she had finished her homework and chores she’d hang out in her father’s shop. She made this a regular practice for a year before he started giving her little tasks to do. As she got older, his tasks grew more complicated. He was patient and thrilled that his daughter was showing an interest in his occupation already dreaming of handing it over to her once he was done. At twelve years of age with much begging and goading, Lorenzo finally taught his daughter how to blow glass. He was amazed at how quickly she picked it up and soon grew confident with leaving her to blow her own globes by herself but always with him in the shop. A year later, in order to impress her father, Angel attempted to blow a globe while her father was away. Something went wrong, however and white hot globe exploded, sending scalding hot shards of glass at Angel’s face. She flinched away, throwing her hands to her face instinctively. When nothing struck her face she was amazed to find the glowing shards of glass floating in the air inches from her face. With this new discovery, Angel began experimenting with her new talent in private. Her father found out two years later when she was fifteen. He walked in on her when she was manipulating a glowing globe of glass into the shape of a horse without even touching it. Lorenzo was more shocked by this discovery than his wife, whose grandmother was known for having some uncanny ability though no one in the family was able to catch her in the act. At sixteen years of age, Angel has a pretty firm grasp of her powers. Her father discovered Galvan by accident while at the doctor’s office. He brought it home to his wife and they debated and discussed for three days before they finally decided to let her go. Angel enjoys a close relationship with both her parents and even though her father’s employment was of great interest of her, her mother always found time educate her on matters of the medical field and at the same time she developed the interest in glass blowing, her mother put her in dance classes as well. It started out with ballet but when she got older she switched it to hip hop. Her mother also taught her how to shop smart, gave Angel her fashion sense, taught her how to cook, keep the books, house keep, and to be confident in everything she did. Angel inherited her mother’s family’s moodiness.
Age: 18
Alignment: Suffra
Special Abilities: Control of glass and crystal. Glass or crystal under her control can become as hard as metal or as soft as putty. She can manipulate glass into any shape she desires without heating it. Her hands can also withstand intense heat without protection.
Codename: Diadem I'll refrain from going any further into whether that makes sense scientifically enough, 'cause it should be close enough to not cause any real problems in roleplay ^^. As far as the last name goes--when changing one's identity usually you don't pick last names that stand out from the crowd. Your call. Appearance: Angel is half african american, quarter hispanic, quarter italian. Capitalize that stuff. African American, Hispanic, Italian. And stick in an 'and'. Her skin is as dark as milk chocolate. No... the appearance-food metaphors... they kill me XD... Actually that could be a hell of a lot worse though, so if you can't think of any other way to describe her skin tone I suppose it works well enough. Idea--is she lighter than the lightest skinned full blacks or about the same, or what? Her hair is dark, straight and quite thick, falling just past her shoulders. Her eyes are almond shaped an only slightly slanted upward at the outside corners and are gray. The last sentence would sound better if you reversed it--her eyes are gray, almond shaped, and only slightly...
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 2:31 pm
Merlinic Matrices Quote: Name: Angolina Chupaflor (Angel) Age: 18 Alignment: Suffra Special Abilities: Control of glass and crystal. Glass or crystal under her control can become as hard as metal or as soft as putty. She can manipulate glass into any shape she desires without heating it. Her hands can also withstand intense heat without protection. Codename: Diadem Appearance: Angel is half African American, quarter Hispanic, and quarter Italian. Her skin is as dark as milk chocolate. Her hair is dark, straight and quite thick, falling just past her shoulders. Her eyes are gray, almond shaped, and slightly slanted upward at the outside corners. Her nose isn't as broad as her mother's nor as slim as her fathers, falling somehwere in the middle. She has full lips like her mother, though. She has an athletic build, getting her height from her mother's side of the family. ((If Galvan uses uniforms)) She usually wears the guys uniform, not a skirt kind of girl. Sexual Orientation: As far as she is concerned she doesn't need guys and is a bit of a tom boy when it comes to them. Boys are buddies, not love interests...neither are girls. That's not to say that she'll never have a crush, she just hasn't met the right guy. Personality: Aside from her hobby which will be discussed later, Angel is a tom boy and protective of the underdog. She can be quick to get mad and a bit defensive but othrewise she is generally cheery and gets along with others as long as they don't piss her off. History: Angel was born to a father, Lorenzo Chupaflor and her mother Tanzania Wright. Her father is of Hispanic and Italian decent who was disgraced and cast out of his family after testifying against his cousin who murdered his aunt, his mother. He fled Mexico, changing his identity with the help of the police to Italy where he studied glass blowing and sculpturing in Moreno. After becoming a Master he moved to America. There he met his wife; a spirited African American woman who had just finished nursing school and had started working in the local hospital. Lorenzo’s glass sculptor business did very well and soon, not only Lorenzo but Tanzania was raking in big bucks. They moved to a nice middle class neighborhood, living well below their means. Angel grew up in a relatively safe environment, went to a public school but with her father’s history which he kept secret from his daughter but not his wife, he taught Angel how to defend herself, including how to fight very dirty to save her skin. Angel became interested in her father’s shop when she was five years of age and when she had finished her homework and chores she’d hang out in her father’s shop. She made this a regular practice for a year before he started giving her little tasks to do. As she got older, his tasks grew more complicated. He was patient and thrilled that his daughter was showing an interest in his occupation already dreaming of handing it over to her once he was done. At twelve years of age with much begging and goading, Lorenzo finally taught his daughter how to blow glass. He was amazed at how quickly she picked it up and soon grew confident with leaving her to blow her own globes by herself but always with him in the shop. A year later, in order to impress her father, Angel attempted to blow a globe while her father was away. Something went wrong, however and white hot globe exploded, sending scalding hot shards of glass at Angel’s face. She flinched away, throwing her hands to her face instinctively. When nothing struck her face she was amazed to find the glowing shards of glass floating in the air inches from her face. With this new discovery, Angel began experimenting with her new talent in private. Her father found out two years later when she was fifteen. He walked in on her when she was manipulating a glowing globe of glass into the shape of a horse without even touching it. Lorenzo was more shocked by this discovery than his wife, whose grandmother was known for having some uncanny ability though no one in the family was able to catch her in the act. At sixteen years of age, Angel has a pretty firm grasp of her powers. Her father discovered Galvan by accident while at the doctor’s office. He brought it home to his wife and they debated and discussed for three days before they finally decided to let her go. Angel enjoys a close relationship with both her parents and even though her father’s employment was of great interest of her, her mother always found time educate her on matters of the medical field and at the same time she developed the interest in glass blowing, her mother put her in dance classes as well. It started out with ballet but when she got older she switched it to hip hop. Her mother also taught her how to shop smart, gave Angel her fashion sense, taught her how to cook, keep the books, house keep, and to be confident in everything she did. Angel inherited her mother’s family’s moodiness.
Age: 18
Alignment: Suffra
Special Abilities: Control of glass and crystal. Glass or crystal under her control can become as hard as metal or as soft as putty. She can manipulate glass into any shape she desires without heating it. Her hands can also withstand intense heat without protection.
Codename: Diadem I'll refrain from going any further into whether that makes sense scientifically enough, 'cause it should be close enough to not cause any real problems in roleplay ^^. As far as the last name goes--when changing one's identity usually you don't pick last names that stand out from the crowd. Your call. Appearance: Angel is half african american, quarter hispanic, quarter italian. Capitalize that stuff. African American, Hispanic, Italian. And stick in an 'and'. Her skin is as dark as milk chocolate. No... the appearance-food metaphors... they kill me XD... Actually that could be a hell of a lot worse though, so if you can't think of any other way to describe her skin tone I suppose it works well enough. Idea--is she lighter than the lightest skinned full blacks or about the same, or what? Her hair is dark, straight and quite thick, falling just past her shoulders. Her eyes are almond shaped an only slightly slanted upward at the outside corners and are gray. The last sentence would sound better if you reversed it--her eyes are gray, almond shaped, and only slightly...
I'm gonna leave the name because I've attached myself to it so it's not going anywhere. Maybe not practical but I've never been the most practical person.
I'm seriously not getting what's the problem with her nickname. Pretty please explain. I could change it I'd just have to think of what to change it to. And I really don't want to change it to "Crystal" or something like that.
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 7:43 pm
i'd like some critques on my writing style. First of all yes I know my grammer sucks, i'm working out that but feel free to comment on it regardless. Second, i want a critque of the post not the character, the character is just so I have less questions about said character. (however if you can reword any apperance or hobby or whatever things so it sounds better, I'm all for it) With that I'll quote the character first and the actual post second. (and so anyone who critques me knows, this is from a different guild, my friend convinced me to join.) gigashadow Roleplay: Repercussians Name: Draknen Age: Unknown Gender: Male Birth Date: Unknown Sexual Preference: Straight Race: Half Demon Appearance: Average height and not very muscular. His build is lean like that of a runner. When fighting his muscles will change to be more consistant with the build of a fighter. -Clothes: Dark tunic and pants. Will occasinally wear a dark cloak. -Shoes: Dark steel toed boots. -Gloves: None -Other: N/A -Eye Colour: Crystal Blue -Hair Colour: Black -Hair Style: Shoulder length and slightly unruly. -Height: 5'10'' -Weight: 225 -Other Features: Retractable demon fangs and claws. Social Standing: Despised by the general public. Occupation: A free-lance assassin who prefers working for demon clans. Hobbies: Training, Fighting, Lurking, and Spying. Likes: Dark pubs, and people who accept his half demon nature. Dislikes: Mostly everything else. Strengths: Very agile, and generally has the upper hand in dark places. Weaknesses: Strength and speed are both slightly below that of most pure-blooded demons. Personality: Moody and depressing are the impressions that most people get when they first meet him. If they get to know him they will find him to be fiercely loyal. A caring heart is concealed beneath his darker demonic nature. History/Background: (Will post later...) *Misc: Ability to conceal himself within another persons shadow. Weapon of Choice: He weilds a a dual-edged sword. It is four feet in length and the blade is six inches wide. The hilt is a basic metal bar perpendicular to the blade. Set into the hilt, where the blade and hilt converge, is a diamond shaped red jewel. gigashadow "Why the hell did I take this job," Draknen muttered in the darkness, "I hate hunting demons." It wasn't the killing of the demon but knowing which demon he had to kill. An assassin didn't make a good living if he just killed at random, that might take away business. He hate demons more not because they were harder to kill, that he learned a way around, but because it was harder to sense them apart. Draknens half demon senses did work quite the way a normal demon's did. With his human emotions clouding them he almost read more of the emotional status then actual powers, and it was very hard to tell demons apart when they all seemed to want to kill something. Draknen slipped through the door to the bar practically unnoticed. He saw 7 men in heavily wrapped clothing and assumed one of them had to be his target. Draknen went and sat at the end of the bar near the dark so he could extend his feelings. The first reading he got was the nervousness from one of the heavily wrapped people in a booth nearby. He dismissed that as a human. From to others he sensed caution, and an urge to kill being surpressed. He assumed one was the fire demon and the other the lightning demon. If he killed one and it didn't turn out to be the right one he could always kill the other, just to be sure. Draknen was about to make his move, but stopped when he realized he should probably sense out the water demon so he knew what not to kill. He extended his senses more towards the remaining 4 men wrapped heavily and found that all were human, but that made no sense. Then he realized the water demon must be close, and he must have figured out he was at leastbeing followed. 'Hopefully that won't disturb my job," Draknen thought, "Of course if he helps me kill the demon it might work out better, but chances on that are low."Draknen sat for a few more minutes and tryed to get anymore of reading that might ID his lightning demon. After a while he gave up and decided a more direct approach might be needed. Now all he had to do was figure out what said direct approach would be.
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 9:02 pm
I have nothing I would like for you to review, but I felt that this would be the right place to ask...
crying crying crying crying crying WHERE DID GALVAN 2 GO??? crying crying crying crying crying
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 3:46 pm
My question exactly. I was lookin' for it but all I see is that Mass Rp.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 5:36 pm
Has anyone reviewed my post yet? if so please pm me about it.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 3:19 pm
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