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 Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:01 pm
maybe i'm thinking a different one... stare
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:07 pm
The dice rolling was in the Vamp RP, Galvan was just straight up written. Though you should be intimidated by the character profile anyways *cackles*.
*Clears throat*
Anyways, glad to see so many people are so excited. =) Makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. Not sure how much I should tell you lot....Hmmmm.
Moving on, I totally want to see all the old RPers (though most with new charries I imagine!) and a ton of new RPers (not new new necessarily, just Galvan!New)!
=D So make Pansa happy.
>.>
*Steals cupcake*
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:38 pm
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 4:06 pm
Yoder If one of the Galvans is made, Tana, you've got to join! doesn't know what you're talking about
looks at Talon and gives him a kiss on the cheek
It's for a good cause!
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 4:45 pm
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 6:28 pm
Tanakietsu Yoder If one of the Galvans is made, Tana, you've got to join! doesn't know what you're talking about
looks at Talon and gives him a kiss on the cheek
It's for a good cause! Check the Archives subbie for the original Galvan. ~~~~ Nice banner.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 6:42 pm
Shame that banner doesn't belong here because this is the Roleplay Refuge.
Yoder, I checked earlier. I don't know if I'll join the second comming or not. sweatdrop
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 7:27 pm
That banner demands more photoshop attention, sorry to say.
If Galvan starts again, maybe I'll join, since I was never in the first one to begin with. *cackles with laughter*
And I think it's time for a change of look.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 7:34 pm
*Waves hands excitedly*
Heeeeeeeeeey! I think I saw that someone was sad they hadn't copied their first G2 profile? Weeellll, me and Mell just stumbled across some of the profiles, so I'm too lazy to list whose we have, but if you're interested in seeing if we have yours drop me a line and I'll check. =)
And you should all join. It's gonna be fuuuuuun.
*Dashes off to write things*
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 8:32 pm
I think I remember some of my profile I came up with for G2, but I believe it was for Sarah, and i'm not so sure I want to use her for G2, now that I've thought about it all....
*shrugs*
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 8:54 pm
Just to add to the hype and intimidation, I offer a copy of my charecter (previously accepted by Krome) for Galvan II. Quote: Name: George Crux
Age: 25
Alignment: Suffra, barely. Devia Corporation
Special Abilities: Sonic manipulation. In the most basic terms, George can control the path, and intensity of sound. Dampening it down to nothing, or amplifying it to a deafening roar and physical wave. It is, however, manipulation and not creation. Without ambient sound to work with, he would be powerless in this aspect. It also takes time to amplify sound, so it is not as if he has an unlimited amount of munitions in any given situation. In the right place, however . . .
Just for comparison purposes, here is a chart of decibel levels- the measurement of how loud a sound is.
1 - The smallest difference between sounds detectable by the human ear
10 - A light whisper
20 - A quiet conversation
30 - A normal conversation
40 - Light traffic
50 - Loud conversation
60 - Shouting
70 - Heavy Traffic
80 - Loud noise; subways, rock concerts
90 - Very loud; thunder
100 - Jet engine takeoff; temporarily deafening
140 - Extremely loud, painful, deafening
It is also possible to feel sound as a physical force. Anybody that has been near a large speaker that was turned up can tell you of the way wind is created by the sound. This is not possible unless a large amount of sound is concentrated, or expelled. While it is something George is capable of, without a very loud source to draw upon, it is typically a single shot situation. With such a large amount of sonic power, it becomes visible to the naked (human) eye. Seen as a confined ripple, imagine looking straight down a glass of water as you bump the table it is on, only the ripples do not dissapate.
Other abilities include amplification of sound- meaning he can make a conversation louder from a distance, but only to a certain degree. If a sound is raised above around 15 decibels, all quality is lost as the sound evens out. While is starts as a conversation, if raised too much, it will become a single tone.
The inverse is also possible, though. Calling it his 'Null Shell,' George can reduce sound around him to nil, literally cancelling out the sounds in his immediate area, to a radius of ten feet. He has no control over the range of this as of yet; it is merely like a switch. Should the cancellation be enacted, it is on in a spherical area.
As a side effect of the advanced sound capability, George's hearing is greatly amplified. Able to hear a fraction of a decibel, his hearing rivals that of any Nova documented. Also his hearing extends beyond the upper and lower limits of the human ear, making him capable of hearing both Super and Ultrasonic tones.
Unable to control that, however, he was forced to have a limiter surgically set into his inner ears. Three settings are available to him via subdermal control in his hand. Off, allowing him to use his full hearing, Partial, which keeps his hearing close to normal human and allowing him to live a 'normal' life, and Full, wheras his hearing is protected should he be in a loud noise situation. He is unaware of anybody having access to his control but him as it is fused into his being, and is biotechnology developed by the Devia Corporation.
Recently, he has begun to experiment with developing a form of sonar. Combining his hearing with mild sounds (often out of human range), he is able to discern some extremely basic information of his surroundings. This is an ability that can be developed, but not one that is instinctual to his Nova status or abilities.
Codename: Octave
Appearance: Basic - Since joining Devia, his look has become much more robust. Filling out his near six foot tall frame, he is of slightly heavier than medium build. Muscular, but in a toned way as opposed to a wall of muscle. Typically he keeps his hair crew-cut, mostly for convenience. Light brown in colour, his face is adorned by a 'Fu-Man-Chu' style mustache of a light red hue.
Civillian - When out in public, he is rarely fashonable, but acceptable. Favoured clothes include tee-shirts with sayings or comic book charecter insignias on them (which he feels is hilariously blasphemous), jeans or cargo pants, and tennis shoes. It is very rare for him to be outside without a ball cap and sunglasses on, as he has an aversion to bright light. It is not a physical problem, just a preference- George likes it dark. When the weather allows, he enjoys wearing a duster (leather trenchcoat) that is not a single tailored piece, but rather a patchwork look of many odd shaped pieces of leather. All of it a dark tan, but still giving a haphazard appearance.
Devia - When in full 'regailia' of Octave, however, he dons a different look. Wearing a suit of matching colours, he is typically found in graphite grey. Boots to a visor over his eyes, the color is uniform. Across his chest lie two bandoleers set in an X formation harness, each holding about seven medium pockets. Though not large enough for any real weaponry, they do tend to carry an assortment of smaller items used for tasks or sound creation- like a tuning fork, a small flashlight, leatherman tool, high decibel alarm, etc. For an insignia, he chooses to have a tuning fork of dark blue put on both the biceps of his shirt, and on the upper thigh of his legs.
On his forearms, he prefers to wear a pair of bracers, each equipped with a set of speakers facing foreward/the hand. Each can be used for quick deployment of either a 60 decibel burst, or a 40 decibel continuous tone. Over his eyes he wears a visor coloured the same as his suit. It provides a HUD for him with basic information about the mission he is on. Connected via WiFi connection to base, it allows for communication with his employers, or mission leaders instantly, even if his null shell is in effect. Equipped with a small camera, George can serve as either espionage or communications officer on a mission quite well.
Sexual Orientation Heterosexual. While not disgusted by the opposite sex, or homosexual dealings, such pairings never held any interest for him.
Personality: George takes great pleasure remaining out of the way. He learned early on that by staying out of the limelight, he can observe others as they tend to ignore him. As a younger man in school, he played the role of an outsider. Not the rebel that caused troubles, nor the geek that everybody picked on. In fact, few even took note of him there for the most part. No, he remained off to the side, unobtrusive.
The only times he spoke up, it would shock people. Some because he rarely spoke, but others because he would say things that were not only accurate, but also knowledegeable. For instance, when one student tried to be an a** and hid several important items for the class (tests, the main gradebook, etc), he was not unnoticed. When it was most beneficial to him, meaning when the teacher was about to blow and punish the enitre class, his hand raised slowly and through a large grin he told the entire tale of how he sat to the side and witnessed the theft.
This is not to say he uses his information for good, however. In fact the only good he has served consistantly is himself. Later such observant skills were put to use in the form of blackmail. Though he was less than popular, getting a date for his senior prom was more difficult than it should have been for him. After a few attempts and failures, George managed to witness several occaisions where his favoured cheerleader was smoking pot. Rather than rat on her, he merely documented it with a small digital camera- complete with dates and times stamped on the photos.
Approaching her after classes one day, he calmly asked her "Do me the privelage of going to prom with me." When she laughed in his face and flatly rejected his offer, he smiled in return. She was of a whole different social status and it would be disasterous for her to be seen with him. Then again, her school status would be harmed much more by the three photos he produced out of a pocket. Her face blanched to an ashen white and as she stammered he could only stand still as stone- his smile no longer warm and kind.
It was then when he felt the first true surge of power that being observant can do. When prom came, he was happy to give her the pictures. His reputation grew by leaps and bounds as he walked into the dance hall with one of the most lovely women in school on his arm. Only after the evening was over did he hand over his evidence- which she promptly tore to shreds. George let her have her moment of relief. When her triumphant look met his cold smile again, she was confused.
Confused until he showed her his camera, and she realized it was digital. With a laugh of evil glee George walked away, letting her wonder how much it will take for her to get those pictures eliminated. She still waits to this day. It has not been too long out of high school, and after prom George never used that set again. It is merely a minour thing anymore, but enough to use as leverage if he needs a favour again.
Cautiously weighing his actions, his smile is not to be trusted. Just because he is introspective doesn't mean he isn't cataloging your actions for a later use. The trouble is, there is no telling if the use will be for good or ill, only that it will be in his benefit.
History: George has spent much of his life unobtrusive. Not sticking to the shadows, for that would draw attention and seem emo. Rather than doing something so blatant, he merely stayed off to the side and watched. This is how he acted through school, and over time he began to play a game in his mind. Guessing how relationships would develop or fall apart became his favourite pasttime. Petty squabbles became entertaining, other's drama was his venue.
As one might imagine, even as he kept his entertainment under wraps, his social life was not a very rich one. As a very private person to begin with, that suited George just fine. Truth be told, there was only one activity where he was not content to stay out of the way- swimming. The boyancy provided by water afforded him a new level of both relaxation and movement. It was as if he was meant to be in the water. Throughout school he won several medals in swim meets, and earned just enough clout with others to be respected- but not enough to be revered. Again, this was a machination of George's. Nither wanting to be bullied like an outcast, nor elevated as a jock, he remained cautiously in social limbo.
This continued on past high school and into college, where his cautious balance was maintained, though at a higher effort. Taking a psychology major, George revelled in starting classes designed to help him understand the minds of others. Unfortunately, the path of his life was about to change.
One day, classes over by noon, he was swimming in an olympic length pool. Losing his emotional barriers in the freedom of water, George decided to get brave, and go for a dive from the second highest board. While not a picture-perfect dive, it allowed him to go deep into the water and enjoy it for a moment beyond anything he can compare. Resting for a moment on the bottom of the pool, literally 15 feet down, his hearing enacted.
Amplified by the conductive properties of water, he could quickly hear more and more of those in the pool with him. Conversations of the idiotic prissy girls in the shallows were as clear as if he were sitting next to them- not on the other end of the pool. A couple of frat boys' talking about a kegger set up a few days in the future suddenly opened up to him just in time to hear talk of them spiking the drinks with illegal drugs. Their hopes of having an orgy or something. Losers. What caught his attention, however, was the softest sound of all. One of the female professors had come for a bit of a swim, and her heartbeat was barely audible . . . but it was not steady.
The moment all this had come to pass only was a second long, but having taken biology, and felt the pulse of a woman more than once, George knew something was wrong. Angling himself towards the professor, he launched himself like a torpedo towards the surface. Through a few heavy breaths, he asked her if she was alright. Scared, the woman only could shake her head. Pain wracked her chest, and breathing was becoming difficult.
Wasting no time, George raised an alarm, and EMTs made it just in time to save her life. Turns out a few too many fatty meals had caused a heart attack in the Professor, and now she owed her life to him. Unfortunately, this caused him to gain some level of celebrity. While the gratitude of the staff can be a good thing in college, the attention made him uncomfortable. What made him even more uncomfortable was the hightened hearing he now endured. Everything, from the adoring murmurs, to the envious whispers around him came through clear as a bell. Walking out in the street became torture as every noise sounded impossibly loud.
Despite the fact that he is becoming a Nova, George ignored that nightmare as long as he could. After the difficulties of the world with Novas, he was reluctant to join the group centered in the World's eye. Spending his life staying out of the way, now he was thrust into the realm of not only local celebrity, but global. Left with little choice, he tendered his resignation from college and joined the Galvan Nova Academy.
Upon graduation, he was forced to wear earplugs in order to filter his hearing. Still, everything was so uncomfortably loud . . . Then came the Devia Corp. Specializing in tech designed by Novas, for Novas, it seemed the best place to go and find relief from the pain. While applying for the tech, and hoping to find a perfect solution, conversations popped up. While unwilling to say much, it was eventually worked out of him that George was disillusioned with both the hope and 'goody-two-shoes' outlook of Team Tomorrow, as well as the militant separatism of Admon Lemuelz or Adriana Estacado. George just wanted a comfortable life looking out for the only person he ever truly cared about. Himself.
Only after all this was divulged did he finally find what he wanted- an audible limiter. It was perfect! Various levels of control, implantable so it can't be lost or require a battery replacement, everything was exactly as if it were tailor made to his desires. All, that is, except the cost. As it was not only newer tech, but designed for a Nova, it was hideously expensive. Crestfallen, George sighed that he might have to see if there is a market for Nova kidneys, as that is the only way he could afford what he needs. Of course, He couldn't know that he wasn't the only hearing-enhanced Nova in the building.
Before he even could leave the room, George heard the receptionist's keyboard begin to clack at an amazing speed. Not really paying attention to it, he began to shuffle away. To his surprise, the woman actually called for him- softly. "Excuse me, Mr. Crux? You are requested to see Ms. Bianca. She would like to discuss your needs."
George started to argue, but stopped himself quickly. The woman didn't call for him with a normal tone, showing she was informed not to be loud. From her vantage point, she couldn't have seen what he was looking up. Also, somebody called for him? Not knowing anybody in the building, it intrigued him that somebody called for him by name. Taking the cautiously quieted directions, he came face to face with the woman that summoned him.
Similar to a mafia movie, George was given an offer he couldn't refuse. the implant, it's controls, and a job. On the lookout for those willing to put their Nova abilites to her banner, rather than the extremes of Team Tomorrow or Admon, Ms. Bianca minced no words in her offer. His skills in return for the implant and fealty. It didn't take him long to accept.
Now a member of Devia, George revels in the fact that few even pay him any mind except to be cautious around him. Nobody knows what to expect from Devia, or George . . . and he likes it that way.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 8:54 pm
I still have MYYYY profile. biggrin It's on my desktop, right there. :3
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 9:09 pm
>>;
I... have pictures!! *waves them around*
but... they're the sucky ones I did of Sarah, a drawing I recently did of Clyde, and a drawing of my more recently thought-up character...
And then, there's Sarah's profile in the old Galvan thread...
ninja
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 10:07 pm
Hmmm . . .better get crackin' then . . .
*cracks knuckles while waiting for Word to open up*
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 10:30 pm
Hmmmmm...
This G2 is going to be slightly different from that G2, we're just thinking things out a bit more clearly and stuff, but light editing on that should do it. Unless we do the other thing, in which case you should be fine. =)
Oh, and if people are starting to work on their apps, let me just say this:
You give me a MS and I will be an angry Pansa.
You give me over the top powers and I will be an angry Pansa.
You give me an unnatural look unexplained (or weakly explained) by your power and I will be an angry Pansa.
You give me a desperate history and I will be an angry Pansa.
You give me anything with swords and I will be an angry Pansa.
You give me anything that isn't well explained and justified and I will be an angry Pansa.
You give me a silly flowerly fantasy name and I will be an angry Pansa.
=) Not to scare anyone off or anything. Because I don't know where you live so you can't honestly be that scared. But please, please, please don't do this to me. It's not nice.
=)
*Eats muffin*
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