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 Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 10:11 am
-Basic Statistics-
Name: Chael Ediveur Gu'staunce
Nickname: Chaely, Ed.
Species: Diviniti, 'Angel', 'Divine Influence'.
Age: 213 years old, looking of 17 mortal years.
Alignment: Lawfull good.
-Physical Statistics-
Height: 5' 6''.
Weight: 121 lbs.
Hair: Brown.
Eyes: Brown.
General Apperance: Coming soon.
Picture: Chael [Angelic form, wings abroad]
-Mental Statistics-
Personality: Chael is a hyper-active person with a bubbly personality. She is not angered easily unless taunted by Demons or other Unholy creatures. She has a strong distate for anything or one Unholy or Demonic.
Personal History: Chael was born to her mother and father, Rebecca and Ediveur Gu'staunce in Montreal, France. She was raised as a good Christian girl, going to Church every cahnce she could. Of course, like most teens, she was rebelious.
One day after school, Chael had a strange feeling and was compelled to do something that all Christians would consider terrible. [ More coming soon. ]
Family:
Her mother: Rebecca Skye-Gu'staunce.
Her father: Ediveur Gu'staunce.
Her brother: Peter Gu'staunce.
Her friend-whom-she-loves-like-a-sister: Ivory Skye.
*Her aunt: Ivory Skye*
Additional Information: None.
-The Diviniti-
The Influencer: The Influencers are the Angels that whisper good thougths and ideas into our mind. The are the embodiment of all things good and righteous on earth and on the Celestial plane.
Diviniti the Definition: [Pronounced : Divini-tie.] The Diviniti are the Celestial Angels that are granted mobility between the Mortal and Angelic plane. When they are granted this power, the are given the responsibility to guide mortal souls towards the correct path, so they may one day be granted entry to the Angelic plane.
More commonly reffered to as the 'Luring Angels'. They rival the powers of a Succubus, their Demonic counter-parts. Not to be confused with the 'Messanger Angels', who merely deliver messages to the 'Luring Angels' whom are on the Mortal plane.
Diviniti on the Mortal Plane: Coming soon.
Diviniti on the Angelic Plane: Coming soon.
The Rewards: Coming soon.
The Seven Laws of the Diviniti: Coming soon.
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[I will fix this ASAP, I just have to do something. ^^' ]
| If any of this does not make sense, please alert MixySkye or myself through personal message. -Thank you. |
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 1:06 pm
Name: Umeko Kaoin Race: Neko Age: 17 Weapons: Greatsword, Polearm, Two Kantana's, and Rope Darts. Fighting Style: Hidokuri Wind Dragon, Sudo Sun Dragon, Cian Water Dragon, Rokeri Metal Dragon, Gigia Earth Dragon, Roshinco Fire Dragon. Appearece:  Personality: Fun loving and childish.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 6:55 pm
( Sorry to clutter up the board here. My friend and I were just bored. ^^' )
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 12:09 pm
Name: Gabriel
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human with a touch of Angel's blood
Desciption: Gabriel is a slender and tall young man. He stands around six feet two inches tall, and doesn't even weight over one-hundrey thirty pounds. Going from the top on down.. his hair was short and the color of light lavender, almost gray. The typical short boy hair but then his bangs would brush against the top of his shoulders, in a wavy manner. His eyes slanted down slightly and was shaped into a almond like shape. His iris was of an unusual color, it was of a navy blue like color with a tint of light purple - but it was only when he's under bright light or the sun. His nose stood at an angle. Gabriel had thin lips, red but with no make-up. The angle of his face was broad, with high cheekbones, giving him a high and noble look. His shoulders were slender and bony like. He had longer legs rather than with a longer body. A lot of times, outside of school, he'd wear long sleeves collared t-shirt, covering every inch of his body, of course, with long pants, even during the summer. But looking at his face, one could tell that he was a very pale person, that didn't go out in the sun a lot. Being someone with a little bit of angel's blood, be had the power to 'open' up the wings that was always hidden within his back. They stood out about ten feet on each side, not the color white, but a rather dark gray-like shade.
Personality: A lot of people wuld believe the fact that he was a stuck up and snobby kid, but once people get to now him a bit more than just the apperance and the fact that he had a rich family. But really, Gabriel was a shy and quiet type of teenager, the one that doesn't like to go out a lot of after school and hang out with people or go watch a movie, but he was the type that would go straight back home and study and overprepare for tests and such things like that. He had a kind soul, always treating others right.
History: He was born into the wealthy family, but always an outcast, since he had that angel blood inside of hi,. Odd how it was that he was just born with it, while everyone else in his family was just plain human with no magical power. He was the odd one of the family, the blacksheep.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 4:36 pm
Name: Wyatt -------( Using my name makes me feel more like im in the place)
Race: Human (secretly part werewolf)
Class: Rogue
Professions: Hunting, Skinning
Alignment: Good, but does his deeds in ways that make him seem heartless
Personality: quiet, keeps to himself, angry with his loss of his family
Age: 20
Eyes: blue
Hair: brown
Strength: 5of10
Speed: 5of10
Intelligence: Ordinary
Size: Skinny
Height: 5'8 tall,
Weight: 120 pounds
Family: Dead mother father and older brother, killed by werewolves.
Hobbies: tries to controle his werewolf transformation, hunts dangerous beasts, and skins them, selling their hides for prophet.
usually found wearing:
head: hooded
back: black cloak
torso: black leather
legs: black leather, covers all of his legs
feet: black boots
hands: black dragonscale gloves
neck: a silver chain with (an enchantment) of a wolf jumping through a star
weapon: a curved sword( not like ( curve but slightly curved, like the one on scorpion king), a hunting knife, and a pistol
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 4:53 pm
I have a problem where i cant think of anything better to do in my RPin' but fighting, any tips?
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 8:32 pm
Author's note: this profile is provisional. It lacks the following aspects, which will be inserted momentarily- entries for gear and equipment under the game information section, and a descriptive sketch under the biographical information section. Also, there will be parenthetical citations denoting the character-based import of all game elements.
Andreus Jean-baptiste Leroi du Montmartre, Vampire
Game Information
Concept: Passive-aggressive poet and perpetual stranger.
Mental Attributes: Intelligence 5, Wits 3, and Resolve 5.
Physical Attributes: Strength 3, Dexterity 5, and Stamina 3.
Social Attributes: Presence 5, Manipulation 4, and Composure 5.
Mental Skills: Academics 2, Computer 2, Investigation 3, Politics 4, and Occult (lupines) 3.
Social Skills: Empathy 5, Persuasion (Playing on dependency) 5, Subterfuge (emotional misdirection) 4, Socialize 4, Expression 5, and Intimidation 5.
Physical Skills: Athletics 4, Drive 3, Larceny 3, Stealth 4, and Weaponry (Claw or Knuckle-type weapons) 5.
Clan: Mekhet (Morbus bloodline)
Covenant: Invictus
Disciplines: Auspex 4, Obfuscate 4, Celerity 3, Vigor 3, Cachexy 5, and Majesty 5.
Coils of the Dragon: Blood seeps slowly, blood of beasts, perspicacious blood.
Blood Potency: 7
Social Merits: Allies (medical profession) 4, Allies (occult community) 3, Contacts 4 (prostitutes, city hall, hospital staff, lupines), Resources 5, Striking looks 4.
Mental Merits: Language (English) 3, Language (Hindi) 2.
Physical Merits: Ambidextrous, Fast reflexes 2, Fighting finesse, Fighting Style (two weapons) 4.
Vampire-specific Merits: Haven 3, City status 4, Covenant status 3.
Defense: 3
Health: 8
Initiative: 10
Humanity: 6
Size: 5
Speed: 13
Willpower: 10
Virtue: Faith
Vice: Lust
Derangements: Melancholia, Phobia (absolute silence), Fixation (Cleanliness, especially around the hands).
Diseases Carried: Cancer, tuberculosis.
Biographical Information
Born: 1346
Embrace: 1367
Apparent Age: Late teens or early twenties
Sire: Lady Alith di Reynard
Nationality: French
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 190lb.
Gender: Male
Personal Feeding Grounds: Art district, Port Romance, UK.
Childer: One, Solomon Marchenko.
Biographical sketch:
[The following was transcribed from recordings made by a nosferatu spy who intended to subsequently turn them over to the prince of port romance. However, ultimately, the recordings in question appear to document the death of this same spy and are currently in M. Leroi's possession; for the ease of the modern reader, the interview has been rendered in English, rather than the original French. -Ed.]
Leroi: [unintelligible]
There was a war, you know. When I was born. One that was intended to last a hundred years- and perhaps it might have, in another world, one not so loath to seek death. It was a strange time, when I was pushed forth from the unready womb of my flesh-and-blood mother. That weak being- and she and my father were likewise strange.
They were nominally of Norman blood, you see, and therefore of a time and of a lineage that had known glory. But they were not themselves glorious. They were what are called the upper middle class now, but then they were lords, merchant-aristocrats, not noveau riche but nonetheless unctuous in their comfortable, congenital wealth. Enough, more than enough, to give them meat and cloth and fire and hounds when such things were generally rare. They were an island of serenity, and my childhood itself was idyllic- I'm sorry, I must be boring you.
Second Voice: [unintelligible]
Leroi: No, no. Please. Let me entertain you.
Second Voice: [shrieks, unintelligible gibbering]
Leroi: ....where was I, then? Oh, yes.
It was an idyllic time, or so I thought it. I was a young fool. As were we all, in those times- as was the world. I was a man before I could think. I was a man before I realized that there were cracks in everything, and nothing, nothing at all, lived on.
The war killed many, though few I knew. The plague, the rats, killed many that the war did not or could not. God was everywhere, and his hatred and wrath were ever-present. You live in this age. You can't conceive of that, can you, whelp?
Second Voice: [unintelligible]
Leroi: No matter.
Neither disease, nor vengeance for slights, nor pain of war, could destroy my family. Could destroy my blood. The madness of the peasant hell, the Jacquerie, that simple little war, did that. Expunged years and years, decades, perhaps, of our minor beauties. On the day that Isabella, who was called beauty of beauties in her day, succumbed to final death, so too went down in fire and ash and grime all the things I had thought of as my life.
My life became the thing of hate that I carried in my body. The pain.
I was thirteen when I began living by surviving. Without comfort or surcease or benefice of philosophy.
I scratched out a life with the farmers and serfs who had killed my family- or at least their kind had. I pretended madness to live. I pretended to the position of a dull-witted hulk, mocked by the children and tolerated, barely, by their elders.
And all the time, because this was the one thing my role allowed me, I thought. I brooded. I conceived.
While the news was received that the English had chosen to eschew the tongue their fathers knew, to cease speaking the language of my world, of what I knew as all civilized men- I spoke not at all. Nothing but whispers and gibbering cries.
Much like you, whelp.
Second Voice: [muttering, screaming, inarticulate]
Leroi: Very much like you.
Through all those long years I felt as if I was a mere somnambulist, a sleepwalker.
They are a dream, those years, fever's dream from out of the dark, from the things that live beside us, darker than us- that, if you live, you should pray you never, ever see.
Still, there are certain things I can recall. One is that, in the year 1367, when the king about whom the best of all Englishmen wrote so neatly, was born- so too was I born, into this unlife of ours. Born into the ceaseless calling of the demon blood.
The child I was died at twenty-one years. The man I am now was created out of the shades of meaning that haunt me still.
Do you remember what that's like, whelp? I'm sure you do remember, of course. What it's like to die, to be "reborn", as the newer among us so facetiously refer to it, some of them, at any rate. Do you remember?
Second Voice: Yes.
Leroi: Wonderful.
Perhaps you hated it-but I have lived long enough to admit that when my misstresse's teeth met my throat that night, when I felt my life bled out of me by the woman I thought I had loved-whose blood I had taken-I felt only pleasure. Little pain.
And no hate. That came later, when I realized the inheritance she had truly bequeathed to me, in her haste to die. As I have only lately realized.
I remember well the p***k of her teeth and the taste of her life on my ready, on my full lips.
But so much of her....she has no other name but her.
I know the look of her eyes, the storm-gray of them. Even now, sometimes, I will feed from a girl because she has those eyes. I know her touch, still. I remember feeding from a filth-ridden child even as she sucked greedily on its neck, cheek to cheek.
I remember the filth-sodden cellar where we slept, at first, and the catacombs where we lay when she garnered, through the death of many and the benison of a few, greater power. I remember all of this- but I remember it through the mist. Always knows that there is a mist.
We cannot know in these late times what happened at our dark dawn.
I took to that life well. That much is certain. I killed well.
I drank well. I was a hunter.
And still, I felt and feel that I slept, through those long years.
I wandered long and I wandered fruitlessly, hunting always. And I remember the beautiful dreams of those years.
I recall the sight of Julian who saw God, writhing in carnality in her anchoress's chambers.
I remember madmen and prophets and poets, all of whom saw me not as I passed them by, walked on, and found a fool or a drunkard- some filth-ridden sot. And drank from them in the darkness of the alleys- darkness deeper than the modern world knows.
I remember shadows moving against the deeper darkness. I remember lusts and hungers without number or possibility of satiatiety.
I remember all this. But I was still asleep- still asleep.
Second Voice: [mumbling, then a slapping sound]
Leroi: Be quiet.
[Long pause]
I awoke in the year Benedict fell.
As I lay beside the misstress that had been handmaiden to my second birth, and dare the sun's sleep, defied it. As I seized the dark skin of her throat and drained her blood. As I felt the slick reality of her soul sliding down my gullet. Felt her dark, her tainted blood.
Felt her life falling away, like a flower into the depth of a well. Felt my soul shake and vigor enter me.
And then I began to hunt in earnest, in the little village where we all had slept.
Each morning as they fell, before my blows, before the daysleep, I tore the soul from another of my kindred. From another fool who had dared make me a blasphemy. Had dared place me in a dream from which I could not- cannot- awake.
Light's kiss tore flesh from me more than once, but always I survived. Always I killed them and hid and rose again, to rip the life and soul from them- and to drink from those about the village.
Those foolish men who tried to fight or leave- I killed also. And finally there was nothing left above the silent stones and unprotesting earth but corpses. The foolish and the weak, all dead, by my hand, and I say without shame that I laughed.
If only for a span of days, strength and blood were mine.
Second Voice:[mumbling shrieks]
Leroi: Be Quiet.
[Long pause punctuated by mewling cries from second voice]
...Then I slept again. Do you see now? What it is I have tried to make clear?
For a century, I slept. After I had made myself a madman and a horror.
I locked myself in the stones and was made brittle and dried and most importantly unknown. None lived who could betray me.
And for all those long, cold years, my vault lay outside of human memory or the memory of my-of our-kind.
The mind shifts, even the mind of a revenant, in that state. I slept and I dreamed hideous things. Things you could not know, whelp. Things you will never know.
I awoke to endless, gnawing hunger as what was called, then, reformation, swept the world. Ninety-five words on a church door and the blood of ten on my lips, such was the day.
I lived and hunted long years, hard years, difficult and far from blameless centuries.
I seemed like a man to those on whom I fed, much of the time. Few ever realized. Those few have died long since.
I lived long and I lived forever alone.
And I became, of course, quite, quite mad, as mad as I presently am.
Through the madness of others I have lived. Drake and Shakespeare and others whose lives I have looked on and loved.
Through all things you read of in dusty tomes.
I sailed with the Dutch in the days of their glory, living off bottled blood and rats. I saw a war of thirty years, as my birth had seen one of a hundred. I saw the great plague, once more, and the fire that ended it. Often I killed, with some thought. Some pain. But less as time went by. Perhaps I am kinder now. Perhaps not.
Sometimes, for many years, I slept again.
Do you still think, whelp, that I remember all these things I�ve told you I lived through?
Do you still think I know them? You are young and this I will forgive you.
But you are a fool.
I have but slept and perchance dreamed.
And down the long, the weary ages, I have dreamed yet more.
Of sun kings and of dark ones and strangenesses without number, I have dreamed. I have seen the world change and my own flesh change, endlessly, mutable, and imperfect, always. It isn�t real.
This world of ours, this pain you feel.
Second Voice: [mumbling, followed by slapping sounds]
Leroi: Quiet.
[Pause.]
It's silly, really. To think any of it is real.
Perhaps cruelty and kindness are one, in the end. Perhaps they are even realities. I don't know. Perhaps you'll find out, whelp.
Just perhaps-
Before you die.
[End of Tape]
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 4:24 pm
This is my all-time favorite character. He acts how I would if I could get away with it. biggrin
Physical Description:
You see a man standing about 6'0 with near shoulder length blond hair, pulled up in a ponytail with ice blue eyes. The first thing you notice is a prominent scar going from just abow the middle of his left eye down to the corner of his mouth. He is wearing cut-off knee length blue jeans and a tight black JtHM t-shirt and black steel toe combat boots. He also has on a black leather trenchcoat with blood red symbols on it. On the back is a Fianna symbol and each tail has a skull wearing a beret with crossed guns beaneath. On the front left is the Garou Symbols for Renown: Honor, Glory and Wisdom. On the right front are the Garou Symbols for Lupus, Ahroun, and Fianna.
Then you notice something odd about his left hand, something you wondered how you could have missed. It seems to have a silvery gleam, but only for a second. Noticing your gaze he removes his jacket and holds up his right arm that looks like a regular, well muscled arm. Suddenly the illusion fades away and you see that from elbow down it is a silver gauntlet of unearthly beauty. It has the same symbols on the top, near the elbow, as the right front of his jacket. Above that is lines that resemble some sort of hatch, like it could open. On the underside, also near the elbow is what appears to be a pink crystal heart. Above that is a line of five red bars. He gives you a greeting in english with an Irish accent. After your reply, he gives you his name and full title...
Christopher Pees-on-Trees
Lupus
Ahroun
Fianna
Legend
Member of Pack Velocity
Alpha Drunk of Pack Velocity
Alpha Fianna of the Sept of the Mended Shell
Follower of:
Stag
Luna
Rat
Clashing Boom Boom
and Coyote on occasion (because he is fun to hang out with)
Background:
He was born is Alaska to his Garou mother. She was killed by a hunter which initiated has first change and gave him the scar he now bears on his face. After he raged and the hunters were dead, he fell unconsious. Then being found by and Irish prospector, who nursed him back to health, introduced him to liquor and from whom he got his accent. He was content in his life, though still remembering that day he changed. One day he finally decided to go and learn about himself, fearing one day he might attack this prospector, who had become his friend. Since then he has had numerous adventures. But those are stories for another time...
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 12:51 pm
((Well...here we go smile After a bit of thinking my choice of character finally settled on my Onr ^^ Drawing (c) me :p Either way...hope he'll fit, he's a bit of a odd one. sweatdrop ehm...it's lot to read...just got a wee bit carried away XD )) Profile: ______________________________ Name: Oarikary Narikal Riadnon Nickname: Onr Birthday: 6/6 Real Age: 120 000 (ish) Looks to be: 24-25 Appearance: image* http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/4724/onrhead1709058jj.jpg * He has a athletics body with well formed muscles(think swimmers ^^; ). He got two batwings that he can not use, although thanks to an encounter with a nagas’ stomach (the Naga thought Onr tasted jucky and spit him out) the top of his right wing is missing, he is also able to somehow(don’ ask me how)make his wings disappear. He’s tanned since he loves just simply lye in the grass, no matter if it rain or the sun shine or even if it’s a bloody hurricane and thunderstorm. ^^; When he does that he tends to wear shortshort shorts that’s black mostly and some t-shirt like thing and a green-brown cape. Hair: It’s midnight blue with light blue highlights in. One light blond string shows though behind his right slightly pointed ear. Most of his hair is shoulder length, but a bit that’s on his right side is waist long. Eyes: violet Fur: None Skin: Tanned after spending nearly all of his time in the sun. Weight: 186cm Height: 79 KG Occupation: He used to be among friends and family loathed farmerboy. When he grew up he advanced into thief, then into a streetfighter etc, then into a tyrant and dictator, then sold whatever he overtook for an insanely large amount of money. (but despite these faults he is a really nice and very much uke guy. Honestly! He is! XP ) Now he Piercings: None. Preference(male or female): Bi. But prefers males. [BInterests: Not much here is known, except whenever he gets really bored he looks up a smaller planet or country and takes it over. Personality: One never knows what really goes on in Onr’s brain. He could be a b*****d one second and act as if he cares and wants to help every living being that ever exist. He tends to hide his true persona (which is in fact rather shy) History: He’s coming from a house on the country as his mother died giving birth to him, his father raised him, yet most of the time he lived in a closet in the basement under the family house unless he had to do something at the farm while his father cruised around the females and some of the younger males. Now, Onr was not extremely abused or anything, no one simply did not care, since most of the villagers thought that he’d died with his mother. Whenever he did walk around the town he were shunned simply ‘cause he looked so much like his mother, and that they thought he were his own ghost. When he were 17 (looking like he were 7) he left the town, being sick of it, without saying anything nor carrying anything with him. He became a talented thief and so on during the years and then he got bored. At age 260 (and looked as if he were 13; I can’t explain it, he just did look that like that age) he took over his first town, and after bullying it a bit he sold it back to the people in the country for a fair amount of money. When he’d spent up those money he took over a few more towns and so on, and then moved on to countries and then worlds, travelling around the earth; constantly claiming he were named by himself and that he simply were his great grand son or something like that. Other: He loves black things, and chains and short shorts. He do not care much for sex, but can go for it if he’s really really bored. He tend to braid the long lock at times he has on his right side, but most of the time it’s in a hair bun or a rope or string and such.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 12:51 am
Okay, I know everyone can't wait to see the great Sefer's profile...I know. I'm quite humble.
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Name:Seferius "Firebane" Slyfeirn
Age:Time has long forgoten this used hero.
Class:Guardian
Race:Shadowflame
Bloodtype:A/B+
Age apearance: Twenty
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Alter Ego:Gealin Zhar
age:Eight thousand four hundred and seven
race:Darze
sainty:Although Gealin may seem sane at times, his is beyond help when angered.
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Sentiant Ego:Shreve and Godsend
Age: N/A
Alighment: These two swords seem to have a ying and yang affect on Seferius.
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General Information:
Hieght:Six foot one.
Weight:Two hundred pounds
Hair colour:Crimson-White
Eye Colour:Ice blue
Skin Colour:Pale
Wings:Six black angelic wings
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Combat Information:
Weapons: Shreve(Demonic Blade, Fire and Dark Atrabutes) Godsend(Angelic Blade, Ice and Light Atrabutes) Garknaka(Obsedian GreatSword, Earth and Air Atrabutes)
Style Used In Fighting:Seferius prefers to use both Godsend and Shreve at the same time and an open stance, but white he uses Garknaka his uses a spread-out almost Katana like stance.
Unarmed Combat Style:Seferius is well learned in Muya Thai and Other forms of martial arts, although his favored is Muya Thai he changes the style frequently and could be a dangerous foe, even unarmmed.
Non-Magical tequnices: reisei-By clearing his mind, things come easier to Seferius.
Armor Used In Combat: Seferius adornes himself in white chain, with a gleaming golden-silver breastplate, with a inset of a goddess in the center.
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Magical Powers:
The arcane arts come quite easily to Seferius, some say because he is simply gifted others say it's because of his unknown race. Ethier maybe true, but that's something you have to figure out on your own. Now his main powers are inate and have no names and nothing really out of the ordinary. Although he has tapped into Abyss magic he still tends to uses his melee skills.
Alignment Of Magic:Angelic.
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Historical Information:
Seferius grew up a rich and powerful prince of a dominating race. Sadly, he had no taste for a life of power and bloodshed and so left the town at the tender age of ten. He ran far almost to the ridges of the realm, where he found sanctum under the roof of an old drow fighter, Shadazar, Seferius trained under him using two long swords. Fifteen years later Seferius left that home to become a paladin of Meileiki. After the fourty years that they kept him there he headed back to the village only to find it obliterated.
Seferius knew it was his brothers, So he went off to find them, although he has yet to find them or his missing family, Seferius despratly latches on to the last memories of his beloved.
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Tittles:
"FireBane" "Warlord" "Slayer" "Crazed"
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 4:02 pm
General Information:
Hieght:5 foot 6
Weight: 105
Hair: Wavy golden brown
Eye Colour: Blue
Skin Colour: White
Wings: 5 foot 4 inches tall, black with feathers
Appearance: She has a very pale skin and pink lips. The right part of her hair comes on her eye, hiding it but not completly, the front right part of her hair is cut to her cheek. She always looks dark, evil, sad, but she is inside very nice, she always puts the life of others before her own. She will give anything to make someone smile. She has white teeth that makes anybody smile.
Weapons: Two thin swords 1 foot and a half tall each.
Occupation: Hanging around with her friends, sitting in the rain. Training with her swords and studying for school. She likes to sit in a tree when the sun is gone and just think.
Piercings: She has one silver thorn on her right ear lob and a other black on on her other ear.
Preference(male or female): Male. But she never tried with a female so shes not sure(lollol)
History: She comes from a very rich family. Her father was a elf and her mother a angel. Her father and mother had putted her in a school for very inteligent people/angels even if she was at the top with her grades, but her parents expected more of their only child. Her father beated her up and her mother would make her pertend that every thing was okay, that what her father did was normal. But she knew better.
At the age of 16 she went to live with her best friend and boy friend. He was a elf who had like her gotten beated up by his mother. They did like most of the people around them, they learned to defend themself and tried to find a job that matched there personalities. Lily's boyfriend soon got a job, and she also did, but she had a had time working because her parents had left a scar in her heart and the fear that they would come back and hurt her more then they have already did, made her more fallen then she already was. She started to driff apart from others so some called her dead angel some called her blood red elf but most of them called her The fallen angel, because thats what she was. Then she and her boyfriend went from the village and she started a new life.
Other: She always weres tight black jeans with a red of black tank top. She has a silver cross with a very thin rope that dangles from her neck.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 5:58 pm
(This chararcter was someone I made up for kicks. Too bad I never got to use him.)
Name: Sigmund Obeah
Nickname: Sig
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf
Family: Father - Ja (divorced), Mother - Adamma, Elder Brother - Ramses, Younger Sister - Tamasha, Younger Sister - Maha
Occupation: S.W.A.T.
Allied to: Neutral
Likes: Cherries, Popsicles, his job, cherry Popsicles, big guns, penguins, the shooting range, warm milk, new people, and battle armor.
Dislikes: Strawberries, strawberry Popsicles, prejudices, homophobic people, law breakers, having a boss, lazy people, disobedience, having nothing to do, and gophers.
Hobbies: Maintaining guns, going to the shooting range, and telling stories about his very happy childhood.
Strengths: Shooting a gun, being backup, not asking questions, showing people the ropes, cheerful, very trustworthy, loyal, hand to hand, observation, and rescuing people.
Weaknesses: Big softy, doesn't follow orders he doesn't like, cares more about civilians than anything else, very touchy feely, slow to anger and just as slow to forgive, a bit absentminded, calling people 'cherries', doesn't think things through, and a bit trigger happy.
Physical Appearance:
Height: 6'7
Hair Color: Short black hair cut close to head
Eye Color: Brown
Clothing Style: Standard S.W.A.T. Uniform
Distinguishing Marks: Wears an eye patch over his right eye, which he claims is because that eye is sensitive to the light. In reality, he just thinks it makes him look spiffy and it helps him concentrate on aiming his gun.
Personality: Sigmund is like a big stuffed teddy bear. Underneath all those layers of gun shooting, knife tooting happiness, he's just a big boy with a gun. Granted, he's very intelligent and loves his work, Sig is still someone you don't know if you should take him seriously or run the other way in fear. Overall, Sig is a very nice guy and you know just how much he likes you by how many times he calls you 'cherry'.
History: Sigmund came from a very loving family, in which he was only one of two males in the household. His whole family, including his elder brother, was very open about everything and hugged each other at least a million times a day. Sigmund had a great childhood, which he often reflects upon as the 'good ol' days' right up there with joining the S.W.A.T. team, in which he dreamed of joining as soon as he could walk. He's very good at what he does, and is even leader of his own special team. Yay! However, soon after forming his team, while busting a huge drug ring, he was handcuffing a suspect when the man in question turned into a werewolf and bit him. Sig's okay with that though, he never had much against the supernatural. You should see what happened to the other guy.
Weapon: Guns, in all shapes in sizes. Has hand to hand to fall back on though.
Other: Sigmund's favorite thing in the world, besides his family, is his little Poopsie bear. He often recalls many a memory about his faithful friend, and if the day gets really bad, Poopsie bear will often be seen consoling Sigmund at his desk. Mwah.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 6:02 pm
(And since I'm bored, I'll post one of the girl character profiles I do sometimes.)
Gaia Username: Fudgieangel
**Character Name: Anicca (Ani for short)
**Race: Wolf Demon
**Age: Roughly 17 in human years
**Gender: Female
**Strengths:
1. Courage - Anicca has guts, and isn't afraid to do what nobody's done before and isn't easily intimidated. She's not afraid to speak her mind, or to stand up for what she believes in, even if no one else agrees with her. She was brought up being told that honesty is the best policy and telling the truth was something not even the bravest person could do all the time. So because she knows she's courageous, she wants to prove it by both being honest and righteous. And be a little mischievous on the way.
2. Loyal - She will always stick up for her family and friends, no matter what the circumstances. Born into a very close-knit pack, Anicca was taught that the pack matters more than one person. Based on that, she's willing to do whatever is needed to keep her friends and family happy, even if it means sacrificing something. Once you've earned her trust, which is a trail in itself, you have it for life. The same can be said of her affection.
3. Strength - As a tomboy and a dominant female, Anicca is surprisingly strong, despite her petite appearance. She's been known to take out alpha males from other packs all by herself. She's as strong as she is fast, and with parents like hers, saying she's quick is an understatement. Anicca is a hard worker, and is constantly pushing herself to get faster and stronger.
**Weaknesses:
1. Headstrong - Willful and arrogant as her father, Anicca will do the opposite of whatever anyone wants for her just to show she's not a pushover. She hates being told she's wrong and will mostly settle things with fists than with words. The only person she truly listens to is her pack-mate, Tsuna, who travels with her like Kilala did Sango. She's also naturally impulsive, but she can calm down and think things through if she tries hard enough.
2. Temper - Since she feels hiding her emotions is pointless (and she can't do it that well anyway), whenever something annoys her, she lets it show. So whenever someone gets her mad, she definitely lets them know. It's too bad that a lot of little things get to her. As a result, she has a bit of an explosive temper, and numerous little pet peeves. Like when someone doesn't respect her dominance. However, on the bright side, she doesn't stay mad for very long. Usually.
3. Emotionally Vulnerable - Even if she is a tough girl, many things do get under her skin. She's hurt easily by things that shouldn't really affect her, just like she gets angry about things that won't mean much tomorrow. Even if she likes to pretend that nothing hurts her, she's really bad at hiding it. Which is why she works as hard as she does to be courageous, especially since she's powerfully afraid of water. Not like puddles, but huge lakes kind of water.
**Background:
The first and only pup of Kouga and Ayame, Anicca was raised on two conflicting points of views. Ayame believes in honesty and kindness, while Kouga couldn't disagree more. Still, her parents were very loving, along with the rest of the pack. She was always surrounded by her closest friends, and life was almost always good. There was that one time though, when Ani was little, that she watched one of her friends get eaten by a water dwelling demon. She's been scared of water that you can't see the bottom of ever since. Things only got worse as she started to grow up, becoming more and more dominant. And if you don't know, dominance is a big thing in a wolf tribe. Soon, she was the second ranking female, though Anicca knew that she could do better. But to defeat her own mother for title of alpha? No way. So, she decided to strike it out on her own for a while, perhaps visit a few other packs to the South. Accompanied with only her best friend Tsuna, who is always in wolf form since he's a lesser demon, she set off for adventure. If she could remember which way was south.
RP: The day I became dominant was the day that Shuten Doji died.
Dominant, to humans, means that you have control over someone else. That you're basically they're master, and they are your loyal servant. That they do whatever you say without pay unless of course, you really want to waste money and give it to them.
In the wolf pack, it means that you can beat up someone, but in doing so also means that you'll look out for a person. It's a bit like being an older sister or brother to the person. Sure, you rough them up every once in a while, but when the time comes, you'll guide them to the right path and kick whoever's arse you need to kick that made them cry because it wasn't you who did it, and you're the only one who's allowed to beat them black and blue, shinmatta.
Dominant also means that you start challenging things. You don't lay yourself over puddles anymore so that everyone can stomp all over your body so that they don't get wet. Dominance is the thirst for power, knowing how to get it, and getting it. This is what I became the day that Shuten Doji died.
See, dominance is a bit funny. You go to sleep thinking you're a pup and getting beaten up every day is just the normal order of things, and then you wake up the next morning and say 'Oh hex no! You did not just n** my tail! I don't give a sharp claw that it was an accident! I'll kick your arse!' That's what happened to me when I woke up that morning. You feel empowered, enlightened. Kinda like, oooh, let's start a rebellion today and beat up everyone for all the dung they made me go through. Yea, that's what it's like.
So Shuten Doji, who's been dominant ever since his mom and dad mated, found that change in me and snickered. Like he just looked at me and sniffed. I wasn't worth his time, even if I had decided I was going to stand up for myself. Like the fact I was going to start fighting back was laughable. Oh no he didn't.
So we fought. Not play fighting like I was used to, but real fighting. The tear your throat out if you don't comply with my way fighting. Mom was upset, natrually. She tries really hard to keep our pack together, and sometimes I feel guilty about making her worry. Dad though, was a different story. He was all, "Make him eat his own pelt!" or "Hit him in the grion!" Well, of course I won. Mom complains about how I'm my father's daughter, headstrong and arrogant. Then Dad sweet talks her and there's lots of smooching and almost mating. You'd think that they'd have at least twelve pups by now the way they carry on.
Anyway, back to my victory.
Shuten Doji's pissed, I was happy that I had beaten him, and Tsuna all peacemaker with his 'That wasn't very nice, you should at least apologize for beating him more than you should have.' Of course, Tsuna's always in wolf form since he's not powerful like Mom, Dad, and me to have a human form. Still, I listen to him. Tsuna's so soft and fragile. Whenever he's hurt, I feel like I want to cry. So, guilt ridden, I sought out Shuten Doji (who hates Tsuna by the way, and for no apparent reason), to apologize because Tsuna had told me to. I found him by the lake that all the young pups play in, growling angrily as he splashed around. You would think it was the lake's fault that he had lost, the way he was smashing around.
"Hey Shuten Doji, you shouldn't do that! It'll attract demons." Of course, I was only kidding. We hadn't seen water dwelling demons the whole time we'd been denning near the lake, and we denned here pretty often since it was isolated and beautiful. Shuten Doji, pride hurt, ignored me and told me where I could shove that remark. This, only made me angrier and not inclined to be polite and apologize, and it was only because of Tsuna hanging onto my pelt that I didn't go out and kick his arse a second time.
That's when the demon came.
It was a bit like a nightmare, the way it rose it's ugly snout of the water. I screamed for Shuten Doji to look out, but it was already to late. As quick as he was, the animal was in it's element. Quicker, stronger, angry at having being disturbed, and hungry. Shuten Doji never had a chance.
When you're dominant, you're supposed to protect the people that you're dominant over, even if they are a huge pain in the a**. That's what seperates us from those lowly humans and hanyous. After that, I was willing to do two things I had only vaguely considered before.
One was to always put the pack before myself, especially when it came to being dominant.
Two was to always listen to Tsuna. Always, no matter what.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 12:42 pm
This is my main character with growing backstory, with several different branches depending on what I'm doing at the time. This one is the basic start with the Gaia spin.
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Name: Rhu
Race: Human
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Apparence: Is usually found in a hooded yellow robe, hiding his face. However, since coming here, he has been forced to show himself, much to his dismay. Now he wears yellow judo pants, long flowing yellow hair, and pircing yellow eyes.
Personality: Sacrifice. That is the best word for this young man. He travels the world looking to help out people in whatever way he can. Calm and collective, he is actually quite quiet due to his past. However, if you can break through his very easy defenses, he is a great guy to have around.
Quote (Cause it sums up personality in a few words): "I have two arms. One to wrap around your shoulder, the other to wipe away your tears."
History: Born in Tohin, son to a male black mage, Mor, and a female white mage, Shil. His father was a caring soul that was forced into the school of Black Magic. He was quite good at it, but unlike the normal mages, he used it only for the good of humanity, instead of the good for himself. His mother was your typical White Mage, Where ever she was to end up, using her magic to help heal the sick and save the dying. She was one of the best and most prominant White Mages in the world. Despite all the publicity, she remained humble, denying presants and compensation, save only hospitality for a night or two, and monitary wealth to get her by.
It was fate that would bring those two mages together, and after bearing two children; one of them leaning to White Magic, the other to the Dark arts, they told themselves that a third was not going to happen.
Then Rhu came into the picture. Shil declared him her surprise child, and loved him as much as the other two. He took up at first the ways of the dark arts, as it was custom at the time, but because of him mother's pull with the White scool of magic, he was able to get enrolled. He was very popular among the young white mages there, for he was the first male to be enrolled there. He however was humble about, only making friends.
It was around this time that he became afraid of himself. His friends at the Black Magic school began to grow violent, looking to pick fights with everyone, and growing greedy in their power. Even his few best friends turned dark. He however remained true to his parents wishes, but his himself because of his fear. It was around the age of 7 he doned his Yellow Robe and hid his face from the rest of the world.
He continued to excel in both schools of magic, revered in the school of white magic, but outcasted in the school of black magic. He found his strength in ice magic mostly, finding his blizzard spells quite devistating for such a young age. He also found ways of using his cooling magic to heal people. Soft soothing winds, ice packs, ice braces and such. He also found that he lacked in fire magic, only able to create small fires at the higher grades when younger students could already ignite massive bonfires.
Once he graduated from both schools, he found himself on a difficult path, only to have something else impede on his decision.
Some of the students from the school of dark arts who were working on status effects, decided to play a prank on Rhu and cast a disease on him that would make him lose his memory for a short time. However, it was a powerful spell that they couldn't control, and instead of casting it for a limited time, they made it permanent, and instead of Rhu, it was casted on his father. The effect was slow and painful to watch as his father forgot more and more. First it was actions. He became more child like as the years passed, then it went to his bodily functions, then finally to his locked memory. He forgot who his wife was, he forgot who his sons were... he forgot who he was. It wasn't long until the spell had become so bad, that he simply shut down.
Rhu did his best to keep his family together. His older brothers though already had moved their roots elsewhere, so it was only him and his mother left in the house he grew up in. His brothers visited every now and then to check up on their aging mother, as well as the young Rhu. His mother though, heartbroken, went into a life of solitude and hid herself away from the rest of the world, urging her son to explore the world and to help those in need, as she had done so many years ago. Although reluctant, he heeded his mother's wishes and went out to help as many people as he could as his mother had done so many years ago.
(More will be posted later)
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 2:45 pm
oh my, some of those character bios are bloody scary!!! *lol* very intricate and well thogut out i might add, but still... bloody scary.
well i guess i should introduce my girlie, i do have a few characters but this is the one i want to learn more about as she's relevent to what i'm doing at the moment.
i'm not good with the whole filling out an aplication type of bio, i've written this as more of a start post, introducing the character as i would when begining a set.
so here goes...
Araani Swift.
if you look at her, or rather if you Could look at her you'd be looking at a girl who looked to be about 25, averange hight, average build, not to slim, not to curved.... but thats only if you could look at her.
Araani is a psyrinx. a race of people with an ability to blend. they age in a similar way as elves, looking young as humans but are actually as old as the trees.
now this gift to blend. to all eyes looking towards her when she is hidden they do not see her, only the bare blank walls in the flickering lights, however if she moves she becomes visible once again. it is primerily a defence mechanism. her people were not built to be fighters so they have the ability to hide where there are no shadows, no corners, no shelter.
this sort of thing was enough to make grown men put down their ales and wish they'd never started drinking. but a mind was an amasing thing, she often found that she didnt need to explain what had just happened. peoples minds made up it's own version of events.
she's always been there, yeah, just wasnt looking properly. it's impossible to appear out of thin air, yeah thats it, she must have just been crouched down, tieing a bootlace or something....
her appearance and dress was perfect for her gift. she had long jet black hair that reached to just below her shoulder blades, her skin was tanned and well weathered from spending so many years on the move in the country.
her clothes were plain, she wore a black vest top that clung to her body, no sleaves that could catch up on anything if she needed to escape from anywhere. she wore black trousers that werent to tight to inhibit her movements but again not to baggy so they didnt catch on anything. she wore black leather boots but these were so dusty from the many roads she traveled that they were dull and grey looking.
around her wais hung a silver chain belt. from this belt hung many small glass vials. each vile was attached by either a green or a red ribbon.
this, was araani's tallent. hermany years spent out in the forrests and glades and mountains and deserts of the earth have produced many a potent powder. some would harm some would heal. non of the vials are marked, only Araani knew the contents of the many glass containers that hung from her waist.
~KAT~
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