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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 8:30 am
Magnanimo
"great-hearted" Name: Magnanimo
Age: Unknown
Race: More or less human, but is surely not
Apperence: Wears full black. Has big feet with claws on them so she can get grips on stuff easier. Was an acrobat when she was younger so she is rather limber. Has black legs above that. Then she also wear shorts, so her legs got more space to move when she swings across in rooms and such. Wears black ripped pieced of clothing as a shirt, above that chains from every victim she has met up with and pushed to the other side. Has a cape on her back to keep her warm at cold nights. On her face she has anti bite mask so she wont bite people. Magnanimo has a snake-like tounge, makes her lips when she talks. Also have pointy black ears that is on each side of her head like ears usually are. In her hair she has a clips on each side. Collected the hair, almost like a piece of tiny pole she has stuck it in. On her head she also has a pin, it a catskull. Magnanimo found it and just thought it was pretty. Her teeth are pointy and can bite through iron, there for the anti bite mask. She is not safe to have around, when she mask is of. Her eyes are dark green, they look gloomy and sad when she walks. It is just because that she is waiting a child. Her stomach is blowned up, she is actually is pregnet. But who the father is? Must be the devil himself.
Weapons: Mainly her tounge, that she speaks with and can make people slowly but surely go insane. Also her teeth is one of her great weapon. But her body is the greatest weapon she has, can fight many martial arts. Can also call for dark spirites when needed, but her element is fire.
Armor: Her hands and feet, can use her feet as armon.
Fighting style: Martial arts and tugg tugg.
Special abilites: Loves to play with people minds when she can. Has a special skulle for it. Crawls around on floors and walls like a spider. Can walk on her two feet, but prefers so crawl.
Other info/background: Was born in a cabbage-head. When Magnanimo was inside of her mother she was to much. So her mother got her womb taken out and planet it in a cabbage-head. From that she was born. Grew angry when she found out that her so called mother had been eaten by her former carrier. Magnanimo left the farm shortly after when she was old enough to walk. Then found out that crawling was more fun. Joined the circus when she was just little. Got job as an acrobat. Now she likes to walk around and start whatever she likes. Doesnt got a last name or what she could remember. Never thought of her carrier as her mother, the cabbage was more like a mother in her eyes. Magnanimo was just young but still. She would like a family and the look of it, that is going to be soon. The child is on its way, but it needs a father figure.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 6:00 pm
Name: Seichi Age: 13 Gender: Male Race: Shapeshifter, Normally a half dragon (A.K.A Dragoon) Appearence: Varies, normally around 5'5, covered in color-changing dragon scales with wings, fangs and tail, has a large sword on his back Weapons: Large, lightweight sword that changes shape at his will Armor: Diamond brestplate, arm gaurds Fighting style: Blasts fire out of his hands and feet when his sword is unavailable Special abilities: Weapon shapeshift, transforms sword into one of it's forms: Fire, Water, Lightning, and Earth. Other info/ backround: Orphaned at a very young age, grew up in a forest. Seeks revenge on someone he doesn't even know.
((My birthday is July 17))
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 6:33 pm
Name: Cain
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown, appears human/elf.
Appearence: Tall, standing 6'2. Long sliver hair loosely tied back, strands escaping to fall about his shoulders. He is covered head to toe in white, the true color of death. His eyes blood red. He carries a scythe in his hand, its name Crimson Tear. He is the white demon.
Weapon: Large long scythe, which he calls Crimson Tear.
Armor: unknown.
Fighting Style: Unknown, appears to have supernatrual powers.
Speacail Abilities: Is able to open up portals to alternate deminsions using Crimson Tear. Also apeears to have psyhic powers. Mostly unknown.
Background: It has taken forever but he has finally found her. The girl he must kill. Sent by an unknown ruler, from the City of Sin.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 5:04 pm
Name: Nathen Venzuel (Mask) Age: 22 Race: Ambvient Humen Appearence: He wears a large black cloak, that covers most of his body, up to his eyes. He has one blue one, and one purple. His hair is short, and platinum blonde. Underneath his cloak, he wears a no sleeve shirt, and dark blue jeans. His hand, chin, upper torso and shins are pure metal. Everywhere else with metal is strips or flecks. Weapons (if any): His hands Armor (if any): Fighting style (if any): Ninjitsu, taijitsu, jiujitsu, bujitsu, kajutsu, and five forms of street fighting. Special abilities (if any): Ambvient steel allows him body part regeneration and steel to protect his body. His purple eye is also sinsal based and can see in six different wave lengths including visible light, infrared, x ray, and ultraviolet. Other info/ background: His mother died at birth, and his father (Sergeant Gamin Rancor) had left before he was born. He lived in an orphanage until he moved out at eighteen. Two years later, he joined the military forces. He soon became a high ranking officer, and was allowed to be part of an experiment. It demented his body, though, and he became part human, part steel. His physical and mental properties changed. Many other people went through the same process with different metals, and they eventually created the military controlled special task force (STF). He later escaped under the nickname given to him by the force. He has lived as a code red rogue since, trying to live his life as best as he can as a hunted man. His main skills are infiltration and hand to hand combat. He uses a gun as a secondary weapon sometimes.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 5:00 pm
Name: Kita, Hiru Age: 19 Race: Half Demon Appearance: AppearanceWeapons (if any): A demon scythe encrusted with blood diamonds to give the blade a red shine. Armor (if any): Light leather allowing for fast movement Fighting style (if any): Shadow jab style or quick step Special abilities (if any): Teleporting, Shadow magic, and the jagan Other info/ background: Born into a world were fighting was the only way to gain honor he quickly learned to fight with his own style and flair. He not only was forced to battle but to battle and make it interesting as he grew up a slave. He was a gladiator within the demon realm. Soon he was strong enough to be employed as a reaper of sorts. He was then sent around to kill as people neared their ripe age. He has no friends and keeps to himself not talking unless he has something relevant to say and even then keeping it to the point.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 1:20 pm
((OOC: Shoulda made this a long time ago. He's been around Yawgmoth's home world since the start of the character)) Name: Titus of Phyrexia. Race: Phyrexian Dreadnought Age: Unable to be determined. Titus is made of phyrexian alloy, which does not rust or wear so it does not 'age' Appearance:  (Note: Titus is the big mechanoid, NOT the small human in the lower right hand corner) Weapons: Eight scythe arms, four to each side. Sixteen plasma cannons hidden with his back and of course his sher size. Fighting Style: Phyrexian War Tactics Powers and abilities: Magic Immunity: Titus' large size and supremely high grade phyrexian alloy render him impervious to all forms of magic and supernatural abilities. Even the most devastating and earth shaking magics are shrugged off due to his size and the amount of magic resistant metal on him. Scythe Storm: Titus is one of the few dreadnoughts with an extreme precision control of his 8 scythe arms. So much so he could cut an apple in half on someones head without harming them. Scythe Storm increases the mechanical strength of his arms by 80% for up to 2 minutes making their speed, strength and cutting power stronger. Once used Scythe Storm cannot be used again for another hour. Plasma Cannons: There are a total of five plasma cannons on his body, two on what would be his 'shoulders'. Two on his underbelly and one inside of his mouth. The two on his shoulders are of medium strength and fire a quick but concentrated burst of heart energy to melt through walls and bodies. The cannons on his underbelly fire the weakest charges and are normally meant for surprise. The canon inside of his mouth is the strongest and fires a beam large enough to wipe a city to ashes. Easily able to wipe half an army off of the face of a planet, this big attack does not come without a downside. It can only be used once an hour because of the sher amount of heat it places inside of his internal parts. Like all machines Phyrexians are prone to overheat if they overexert themselves. Titus cannot use the beam on his mouth but once every hour due to this risk. Enrage: Like Gix, Titus is capable of enraging. Titus' enrage pushes the speed of his entire body up by 100% and is signified by his pale yellow pupiless eyes growing cracked red lines and a deep angry red pupil. The color of his metal also seems to turn bright red but this is merely from the heat output. Touching Titus while he is enraged is not advised due to the burns suffered from hot metal. Due to this size his enrage is particularly dangerous, being that big and moving that fast is never a good combination for enemies. Like Gix, he cannot enrage very often. Titus can only enrage once every 24 hours because of his size. Background: Titus was Yawgmoth's first Dreadnought. The strongest class of Phyrexian. A team of five able to wipe an entire world clear of any life in a day. Despite their large size their 8 arms pull them along at rapid speeds gaining advantage upon foes. Titus is the strongest Dreadnought making him the 2nd most powerful creature to live on Phyrexia, 2nd to Yawgmoth only. Despite Preator Gix's claims, he is not as powerful as Titus. Titus often disagrees with Yawgmoth and has a general good morale standpoint despite being a killing machine. If called into war by Yawgmoth or Gix he will often refuse to go unless he believes the reason is justified. Titus is what Yawgmoth considers 'a work of art', as Yawgmoth has not been able to reproduce a dreadnought in Titus' likeness making Titus not only the strongest dreadnought but the most perfect build of one. Despite being a phyrexian killing machine Titus does not violence as much as Yawgmoth or Gix and does not like to flaunt his incredible power like the two of them do either. If it all came down to it, Titus wouldn't harm a fly if he didn't have to.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 1:42 pm
Name: Alanna Age: Unsure Race: Human Apperence: [[yes.. i drew it.. ]] Personality: She is kind, polite, and sarcastic. A smile can always be found on her face even in the most terriable of situations. She's extremely curious and a bad listener at times, her head as hard as a rock when it comes to orders. She is affectionate to close freinds, though sometimes a little stand-offish. Her vicious, darker, side is a handful. When pushed past her normal tolernce levels she becomes bitter, and acts a little insane at times. Still she knows most of the time when to back off, but not always. Weapons (if any): A Scyth, Whip, and hidden assorment of daggers and tools. Armor (if any): Only traditional clothing, which is worn during battle. Fighting style (if any): Oral (insults), Physical, Magic Attacks. Physical/Non-Physical weapons: Ice Magic, Dark Magic (her dark magic is more of a manipulative type). Special abilities (if any): Shapeshifting, Necromancing, and being able to create small worlds. Backround: The Grim Reaper, tired of his failed relationships, hateful glances, and lifeless groans of the dead and forever tortured, (which he finds very pleasent) wanted to spend his life with someone. He came across a small child that was dying, and raised his blade to reap the childs soul. He grinned with much pleasure. She giggled, actually happy to the see the Reaper, that the child didn't know wanted to take her life. He took her in and raised her, teaching her the forbidden arts of Necromancing. Then one day an Orange Dragon of an Ancient breed came storming into his domain. The dragon had made a pact with the baby, saving its life from the harsh world. It was her first protector. The Grim Reaper agreed to let the dragon stay with the girl, but he had no control over his actions. She was different from him. Caring, sweet, and curious. He noticed she had a different side, but was kept under control. She has a re-occuring memory that torments her from when she was a baby. Something that happened before she was found. Her father gave her a special bone from himself, which she knows nothing about, that will come in handy in the future. The bone is a special key to a door in the underworld. It cannot be removed from her body, making her the permanent key to this door. A duty she upholds is being a 'Harvester' for her father. Collecting the souls, minds, and even creatures that escape from Ars Falcis.
She deals with all maters of deaths within the RDS. Most travel to the 'Ars Falcis', which is outside the boundries of RDS.
Other: She loves to cook and cook for anyone of her freinds. One day...she'll become a master chef.
Current Standings: Trapped in Ars Falcis her whole life she would always sneak away to the living world. Her father never knew but eventually found out. Enraged her father banned her from Ars Falcis making her leave her home. This is when she came to RDS. Recently has the Reaper let her back home and return to her duties for him. She still lives within RDS, freinds with most of the locals.
[[ I made an up-date I saved. Since I think I deleted my profile. Dx Yawg beat me! ]]
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 11:28 am
Name: Demetrius Hammerhand Age: 312 Race: Magma Demon Appearance: Roughly 6' 2" with hulking muscles all across his strapping body. He doesn't have skin, nor scales, nor fur like most worldly creatures, but rather a hard shell with lines where fissures of flame and smoke seap from. He is clad in a glossy black armor inlaid with gold filligry. His hands and feet are clawed with long blake razors and two twisted and fiery horns protrude from his demonic visage, adding to his overall macabre appearance. Weapons: Twin blades of flame, forged from the fires of hell, along with those he can craft and summon with magic. Abilities: Mastery of dark magics and flame sorcery, including resurrection and many more fun surprises. Demetrius has the gift of flight and can use his magic and prowess in battle to suit his ends. Bio: He is a demon born of the second to the lowest level of hell, almost to the inner circle where Lucifer alone resides. In his past life he was an Angel by the name of Khazid. His family was brutally murded by a denomic horde of barbaric creatures, his father split open on an alter, his mother and sisters ravished. Khazid was driven into a frenzy and in this state his thirst for vengeance drove him over the edge, committing one unforgivable sin after another. After fighting countless battles he eventually died after thousands of years of knowing nothing but war. He died in his brother's arms at the treaturous hands of another. When he was taken to hell, the vast longevity of his afterlife was apparent. As his soul left his body he watched as demons ravished and destroyed his grizzly corpse time and time again. Their claws and fangs tore deep, ripping through him again and again. Even the Devil himself came to play. Eventually they realized the former strength of their captive and converted his lost soul. He became a demon and all of his former powers were transformed into their inverses. Khazid was rebaptized in Hell as Demetrius Hammerhand and he has come back to this plane to do as he sees fit. . .
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 9:22 pm
Name: Nightshade
Age: Unknown
Race: Unknown
Apperence: Very little is known about Nightshade. Nobody has ever seen his face except his victims. He always wears a pitch black cloak that covers every part of his body, and he always has the deep hood up, as forementioned above, but sometimes one can see a pale chin and nose. He stands about 6'6, and moves with the grace of someone born with a sword in his hand. On the rarest occasion, a arm of the cloak will slip back and reveal a black greave that is streaked with blue. His sword is normally strapped on his back.
He has a huge black war horse with reddish eyes called Arcane.
Weapons (if any): A pair of swords, one short one long. The are both made by the same hand, and have blades as black as his cloak. Rumors say that the blades are as poisonous as the deadly flower he is named after. He normally keeps the longsword strapped on Arcane's saddle, and the short on his back or hip. He has an array of knives and dirks hidden about his person as well.
Armor (if any): In his line of business, armor would be a hinderance, but his employers have, on the occasion, seen a black greave, so they just figure the rest of him is armored as well.
Fighting style (if any): He uses a sword style that is long forgotten. He moves like a snake in battle, darting here and there with a fluid movement that is hard to follow with the human eye.
Special abilities (if any): Unknown -
Other info/ backround: No one knows how long Nightshade has been alive, or even if Nightshade is his real name. He is an assasin of great prowess, and peasants and nobles alike fear his name. He has a large kill record, and will take any job that comes his way for the fun of it. Rumors hang about him like a shroud, rumors that he is a demon, a vampire, that he can fly or melt into walls. Some are spread by him and his few followers just to create a palpable fear when his name is brought up in conversation. On the occasion when one farmer gets to close to the truth, Nightshade makes him dissapear. No barrier can keep him out, and if you have been targeted by him, the only escape is suicide.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 3:07 pm
Name: Tibbs Miasma
Age: Appears to be 20 something but cannot recall true age
Race: Dark Judge (soul sustained demon)
Appearance: Tibbs stands 6' tall and has fair pale skin like he was carved of living marble. His heavy hair is a deep amathyst purple and is trimmed just above his eyes wich are a deep brick red that sparkles with flecks of silver and amathyst. Between his eyes runs a deep red scar, the only mar to his complection. He wears clothes of finest tailoring and material. Between his lips there is a cigarette constantly perched and smoldering.
Fighting Style: Jeet Kun Do with multi-form kung fu foundation
Weapons: He han no true weapons, just those he creates through his smoke magic
Special Abilities: Since before he was a demon he was a master of smoke and illusion magic. His smoke skills allow him to craft items out of smoke as well as manipulate it in many other ways. His Demonic abilities allow him to know the deepest desires of any living thing by making physical contact, they also give him an enthralling gaze, anyone who looks into the swirrling pools of color that are his eyes are subject to being captivated in their hypnotic glow. As a Dark Judge he must consume souls to sustain his immeasurable power. Souls that are devoured go to "The Void" a realm of nothing but the souls of those who have been consumed by dark judges over the course of time.
Other info: The ex-husband of Angel Miasma Omega he has lived in hell since he wandered into the dark realm as a human beggin the demons to end his life. They showed pitty on him especially one named Lord Yawgmoth. Under Lord Yawgmoth's wing Tibbs became the demon of Secution and rappidly became among the strongest in hell. After the torrid love affair and marriage with Angel. He refused to come to RDS out of pride. But now longing for more excitement and challenge than hell has to offer he finds himself at the door to RDS, hoping to find the adventure he's been looking for
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 9:17 am
Name: Gregger
Age: He's at what most would consider an 'awkward' age. Gregger dear isn't exactly the youngest thing out there, he's not 12, 18, or 22, nor is he centuries upon centuries on in his years. He is an 82 year-old man who just happens to have been one of the few who have lucked out and ages quite slowly. In appearance he seems to be in his late teens or possibly early twenties, but deep down, he is really just a dirty, 82 year-old man.
Race: No one is really sure on this, not even he himself (Poor dear, an orphan, of all things! Who wouldn't want such a cute little bundle of hair?!). His bushy tail and ginormous feet are the tell-tale signs of a werewolf, or something of the sort, but those horns cannot possibly that of a mere, commonplace werewolf. No, we're only left to assume he is the mutt lovechild, from some obviously sordid affair between a whore of a demon and an ex-hippie of a werewolf.
Appearance: If 'sex' were to suddenly decide to become a person, it would look like him. Ok, fine, so maybe his looks are a bit unorthodox. So what if his nose is huge and a bit(Way.) crooked, PLUS scarred(You can hardly tell!), and so what if the dark circles under his eyes look like he is punched twice daily, or that his large mouth is almost always stretched into a mischevious grin, and so what if his face is a bit, ehrm, hairy - he is still the embodiment of sex!
He stands at a decent height, nothing to chortle at and nothing to crane your neck up for. Even though he is a bit on the scrawny side, what muscle he does have is toned.. somewhat. The mop of black hair on his head is always a mess, he tends to wear his favorite pair of lucky jeans (The luck only lasts if you don't wash them!), and since his big hairy feet are so, well, big, no shoes will fit him, thus he runs around barefoot. And let's not forget the guitar that is always strapped to his back and the cigarette, such a bad habit, forever in his hand.
Sex must be grungy.
(For a bit of photo reference..)

Weapons (if any): Unless you want to count those feet of his or his cigarette (Totally good for poking an eye out.), he doesn't have any. He is more of a pacifist (He must have inherited that from his dad.).
Armor (if any): Not a single thing except for his own skin, which has toughened up over the years some.
Fighting style (if any): Pftt, didn't you hear? None of the COOL kids fight. cool
Special abilities (if any): Well, there is this thing he can do with a cherry stem, but let's not get into that... Ok, so basically, he is a talentless oaf, but he sure can doodle up a storm!
Other info/ background: He is simply amazing, which is all you really need to know.
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