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 Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:05 pm
Profile Status: Accepted.
Checked By: ShatteredAngel08
Reason: Mark okay the abilities so long as it's NOT used in Daemonic Wars.Username: Duet Ann Maxwell Character Name: Duet Ann Maxwell Race: 50% Kitsune, 50% Fire Demon Class: Rogue Age: 24 Sex: Female Orientation: Bisexual Affiliation: chaotic good Job: n/a BIOS: Duet was born in the good old U.S.A. and raised by her father, an elder kitsune by the name of Takeshi. Her mother, Sevrina, visited frequently to help train her daughter. Sevrina Did not live with her daughter and husband due to human prejudice against demons. Duet spent most of her young life training alone or with her parents to learn her kitsune powers and her fire demon powers. While Duet does have a twin brother, for the safety of both him and herself they were separated at birth due to their mixed heritage. She has not seen him since she was about five minutes old. Duet grew up alone except for the few times she was sent to public schools, during which times her life might have well been hell. For you see, at the time she could not control her shape shifting or hide her tails. So she was a perfect target for the school bullies, one of those gave her the scar that now runs down over one eye. By the time Duet was a teenager she had finally mastered her kitsune abilities of Illusion and shape shifting and creation, as well as fox fire. However due to the continuous absences of her mother, she is still quite far from learning her demon abilities. She now has two tails and is quite proud of them, as for a kitsune, the number of tails shows rank. Unbeknown to her parents Duet found herself a teacher for the finer points of thievery and espionage. She spent her free time learning to thieve and to sneak in using her unique abilities to get anywhere or anything she wanted. When she reached the age of twenty-four, she started her journey to find her brother, who had gone missing when he was five years old. He HAD been living with her father's sister... But they both had gone missing quite some time ago. She knows that her brother is alive and she hopes that some day she will be able to find him. Likes: Duet loves sweets and all types of food, luckily though she has a fast metabolism as she loves food enough that if she sees something new that looks or smells good she HAS to try it. She also loves animals of all types and has quite a soft spot for them. She likes honest and loyal people, as well a thief that can get away with his or her loot. She also likes people with a code of honor (even if its a thief's honor). Dislikes: Duet cannot stand dishonest people of those who try to oppress others. She also is deathly afraid of spiders and can not stand the little buggers. She also cannot stand spinach. Weakness biggrin uets right eye bothers her from time to time due to the injury when she was a child. She also will become frozen in fear if she sees a spider. Duet also has a small problem, due to her mixed heritage, sometimes when she tries to use a spell.. well it might go a little awry. Personality:normally a very happy-go-lucky type of girl however she can be very emotional and so she tends to go and do things based solely on how she's feeling that moment. She is very spontaneous and loves to draw, cook and several other thing that have to do with the arts. She could come in being pissed and leave acting like nothing ever happened without anyone knowing why her mood suddenly changed. she is very protective over those she deems her friends and doesn't care what race you or color, as it were, you are. Normally she loves to be around people and tends to flirt with her lovers on a frequent basis. She has a major fetish with fire and knives. Abilities biggrin uet is decent with fire magics due to her mother the fire demon. she can . Here is a brief explanation of the kitsune magics she can use.She can also create a shield out of fire. Illusion To a kitsune, their illusions are reality. What they make, for them, and for others, is as real as anything found or crafted in nature. Anything that a kitsune builds or transforms, becomes what the kitsune desired. A kitsune can make people, animals, and objects, which can't be distinguished from the real thing. The more kitsune team up to make things, the more can be made. A handful of kitsune can build a city if they desired. (Duet can only make the equivalent of one empty city block at a time, if she tries to do more than that at once, the illusion collapses.) Realms Kitsune, as spirits, have abilities that are hard to explain. One is the kitsune's domain. Kitsune are able to make small pockets in reality, folding space and time to suit their needs. They can turn a hole under a floorboard into a small estate, and turn a small field into a kingdom, complete with people, animals, and weather. Time seems to flow faster inside these realms. For every day in the real world, up to seven years can pass in the realm, for those who are in it. Kitsune Seduction A form of mind control, the kitsune ability of 'seduction' is one of the most commonly-mentioned skills in legends. By using their tail or tails in a swaying manner, or by meeting the gaze of a target, the kitsune is capable of taking over their mind. While under the control of the kitsune, the victim sees, thinks, and lives in a world designed by the kitsune, all inside the target's mind. The target is controlled until someone breaks the magic the kitsune's using. This mind control is purely by magic, mind you, and can be broken by certain magics, or wards. Foxfire (Kitsune-bi) By rubbing their tails together, a kitsune can make lightning or fire. The kitsune can also, to a small range, breathe out fire. Kitsune can also make small 'fox lanterns', by producing small balls of fire to float around them, and guide their way. This fire can be used as a weapon, or as a toy. Shapeshifting A kitsune can transform into anything found in nature. This means they can turn into trees, forests, rocks, water, or other people. The limits are that the transformation does not give them the innate abilities of the form they have taken, and they are vulnerable to what can harm that form. Kitsune who are possessing someone can not use this form of transformation, unless they are doing it through illusions. The Hoshi No Tama Kitsune have things called Hoshi No Tama or kitsune balls. What this is, is a small white ball. It doesn't glow, and doesn't appear to have any powers. The kitsune guard this ball closely, and if you can get your hands on one, you can have the kitsune promise to aid you. Most kitsune use the ball just like it appears... a normal children's ball. One theory, though, is that the kitsune places a portion of their power into this item, while possessing mortals, or while in human form.( have lol) Kitsune tails Kitsune are usually depicted as having more than one tail. The most commonly depicted are one-tails, five-tails, and nine-tails. For most kitsune, the number of tails shown is usually one. This could be for a number of reasons, though, including the idea that a kitsune could be in a human or fox, possessing it, or may have been born in a mortal body. In either case, why would the kitsune suddenly sprout more tails? A kitsune gains all nine tails when they reach nine hundred years old. When a kitsune becomes a nine-tail, their fur becomes either silver, white, or gold. This isn't a strong and fast rule, but it's what is seen most often. To the kitsune, the number of tails they have are a show of prestige, skill, age, and rank. A kitsune may gain a tail for bringing honor to their family and clan, or could lose one for breaking kitsune law. A kitsune may also lose a tail, by dying, but this isn't always the case. Kitsune don't ask for extra tails. Instead, they are simply rewarded for their actions, or punished. Some kitsune train under others, hoping to gain wisdom and favor with their teachers. Some kitsune even take quests or go on journeys, to gain wisdom or power, hoping to find ways to gain in prestige and rank among the other kitsune, or with The Lady or Inari.( has two.) Weapons: She usually carries one of two bows, one black with gems the color of blood set in it. and the other white with gems set in it to mirror the color of the ocean. the black one she uses more for sniping and very long range attacks as it is a Japanese long bow that she usually wears over her back, However the white one seems to be used more for in regular combat as it is the crossbow that she usually wears on her side. She also sports many throwing knives and two long daggers. the bows were gifts from her father, but the knives... they were from her mother and are always kept near her even when she sleeps. Appearance biggrin uet's Hair tends to change with her mood, it will go from red-brown to pitch-black. Although normally it is the red-brown. She usually wears her long hair in a braid, a high ponytail, or down. She has very vibrant violet eyes and full red lips and has a scar over her left eye. She is about 5' 6", has a 34C breasts, a skinny waist, and a nice round butt. She has a tattoo of the kanji darkness on her right shoulder and usually wears sleeveless tops or dresses to show it off. She tends to wear a lot of leather and silk. and is often seen wearing a corset. She loves the colors red and black so don't be surprised if she's wearing quite a bit. while her skin is often striped and she has almost a cat or fox like features to her, she can take on the appearance of anyone she has seen before, although whenever she is transformed, her tail (she has two but only one shows when transformed) always shows. she also always carries her hoshi no tama somewhere on her body. fox form  humanoid form
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 12:29 pm
((Strictly for the Training Ground!))
Username:
ShatteredAngel08
Character Name:
Kassie Ann Edwards.
Race:
Demon.
Class:
Ragnarok.
Age:
20.
Sex:
Female.
Orientation:
Bisexual.
Affiliation:
Dark.
Job:
Trainer.
Biography:
Kassie doesn’t remember too much of her past, all that she truly remembers is the horrible day when her family had abandoned her, but it was accidental. A army had come into their lands and Kassie was told to run into the forest and stay there, her family had been taken by the soldiers, leaving Kassie and she didn’t dare go after them, knowing the fate would be worse then being left alone. She had learned how to take care of herself from the age of 13 and lived her life by herself, being plagued some nights by nightmares of her past. A kind family had taken her in. She had always been a rebel and ran off to be with the other kids, playing and having fun, instead of stuck at home and training all the time. When she turned 19 she left and went out on her own. She was out in the forest and had heard a group of men around her, trying to hunt her. She had killed two of them, but the third was highly trained, more then Kassie. She stood silently and listened, she had looked to the side listening to rustling and the heavy man lunged at her in a frontal assault. He had plunged a knife into her chest, right around her heart and she’d spent several days in the hospital and being too stubborn to stay there she snuck out one night. While she was out late one night, she had learned of her powers. She trained herself to use her power and her ability with it simply grew more and more, the older she got. She had kept on the outskirts of the lands and had kept in touch with what was going on. She continued to train on her own and became as good as she allowed herself to become. She had traveled into the city and had sparked the interest of a man by the name of Jakio. He was a horrid man with a bad reputation. He’d tried to attack and make her his female, but she’d refused him. He had attacked her for refusing him and not becoming his. He had left a 3-inch in length and an inch deep scar on her right hip. It’s a constant reminder of the low-life. She’s not easy on allowing anyone to get close to her again, not after Jakio.
Likes:
Spending time training or in the pub, a good drink after a long day of training has never done her wrong. Spending time around people. Kassie enjoys keeping a good group of people around her that she can trust and confide within. Hand-to-hand combat and learning new skills that she can come to know and master over time. Getting her way.
Dislikes:
Whiney people, weak people, snobs and hypocrites, large groups of people bother her to no end.
Weakness:
Kassie tends to be a bit of a hot-head and has a deep, firey temper that, when let lost, tends to get her into some trouble. She also has a hard time trusting people and that can lead to problems as well.
Personality:
Kassie is a very fun, lively individual with a pretty out-going personality that keeps her going from day to day. She is quick to learn about someone or something, learning is a passion of hers and it can truely be about anything and everything. Her distrust of people has lead her to be a somewhat solitary creature, but she has days when she needs to be alone and other days where she needs to be out with people, despite how much the normal human nature of most humans just continues to amaze her at the lengths it can truely go.
Abilities:
Form 1 - Human.
- Telepathy.
Form 2 - Demon.
Form 3 - Impure Element.
Form 4 - Glasho.
Form 5 - Ragnarok.
Weapons:
Requiem
Appearance:
~ Human:
~ Demon:
~ Impure Element:
~ Glasho:
~ Ragnarok:
Christine. Michael.
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ShatteredAngel08 Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 2:04 pm
Username:Xaumeric Character Name:Leviticus Levingston Race biggrin emon Class: Ragnorok Age: Has lived over centries back to date of the original demons Sex: Male Orientation:Straight Affiliation:Evil Elemental Preference:Fire Job: Bringer of Destruction BIOS:BIOS: Born before the world began and falling in the War Before the World with the rest of his original kindred, Levi is nearly an unstoppable force of evil in his own right. He failed the test to rise as the new Desprag and so was sent to find the one who would rise to the challenge. Finding a family especially powerful in spirit, though they were unaware of their own potential, for the most part, Levi sought out the one who would lead them into war and ultimate victory over his ancient brothers. During his search, he ran across Brom Daemon, a master swordsmith who unknowingly had the ability to create true, original Blades of Power, specialized swords with the ability to hold and channel their own abilities and augment the abilities of those around them. Brom was killed for refusing to work with him, but not before Levi had found that he had two sons who were strong enough to survive the Desprag challenge. One of them he attempted to remove from the picture in favor of the more powerful child. The first, Mark, gave him endless grief to the point where he took a hundred of his most powerful kindred with him to steal away the boy’s brother in the even that Mark would be there. He was and Levi lost all but twelve of his hundred in the fight against the boy. He snatched the child and promptly killed the mother. He now travels the world searching for the strongest and most powerful demons to call to his army. He is only rivaled in the demon world by Anthony who is a good friend when not fighting a war. Likes: Leviticus has always enjoyed the suffering of others, it was a fond hobby of his. Killing, slaughtering all around genocide. Always having a fine taste for the things of the gothic nature when it came to his clothing and furniture, even his catsle has a gothic feel to it. Leviticus has an interest in literature and dark music, he see's it as something humans were ever good at along with art. Dislikes: Leviticus strongly hates anything with a affenituy of light, be it a church, angel or a too happy kitten, he hates it all. Never having taste for the emotions of humans, if it wasn't under category of a sin then it wasn't for Leviticus. He hated humans most of all where they lacked in everything they made up in the ability to adapt and grow. He hated it, it one of the reasons he kills them. Weakness:Leviticus is extremely prideful demon, its one of his most dominant traits any offspring if it was possible would have this trait as he did. His hatred for life often leads him to make rash and thoghtless choices, deaming life meaningless and his job to extinguish it. Holly items, (i.e anything blessed by God himself) are like poison to him, it wounds him, hinder him and if used propperly may even kill him. Personality:A cold hearted, uncaring, demon, hidden behind the shell of human flesh. Leviticus has the making of the devil himself, he is a manipulative, and intelegent, finding many ways to break the spirit of human and angel. Extremely vicious behind a cool demeanor, Leviticus is generally calm except when angered. Abilities: Human Form: -Dark Pulse (dark pulse of energy can be used in various of ways) Demon Form: -N/A Demi-Demon Form: -N/A Glasho form: -N/A Ragnarok form: -N/A Weapons: Holocaust (appears only in Rag form. Is actually a weapon of pure energy and so takes whatever form he wants) and Hell Razor, a dark scythe forged in the blazes of hell itself told to be the most powerful demonic scythe in time. Hell Razor  Appearance: Human  Demon  DemiDemon  Glasho  Ragnarok 
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 4:23 am
Profile Status: Accepted.
Checked By: ShatteredAngel08
Reason: Duh.... rolleyes Username:
markbluedaemon
Character Name:
Mark Daemon
Race:
Angel
Class:
Seraphim
Age:
21
Sex:
Male
Orientation:
Straight
Affiliation:
Good
Job:
Warrior
BIOS: The Demons' mission was clear, find one child, one very specific child, and return him to their realm at any cost. Time in their realm moved much quicker… seven years for every one in fact. They found the child’s father a year into their search and murdered him while his older son hid. The man had been a swordmaker but refused to sell to the insidious looking men and was slain for that alone. The older son vowed revenge.
After another year, the son, now ten, was already one of the most skilled swordsmen in the world. He was known far and wide for his quick and skillful handling of these weapons, many thought to be oversized for such a young warrior. The demons attacked again, this time a playground. They were merely having fun, but this turned out to be more than they bargained for when Mark Daemon, the son and swordmaster, and two of his friends, {Fire} and {Wind}, both also skilled with blades tore the demons to shreds… all but one. Levi, Mark’s father’s killer, escaped death.
Three years after that, the child was found. Mark’s now seven year old brother. Mark was on his way home from work… his family was too poor for him to go to school and the economy made sure that nobody cared anymore what age you were to start work… when he saw them overhead. He wasn’t sure where they were headed, but there were many of them, too many of them to count. He made it up the stairs and into the small apartment his family rented. He bolted the doors and locked the windows drawing his sword, knowing somehow that they were after his family. Then they came, they swarmed the windows and broke down the door. The three of them, his mother, brother and he barricaded themselves in his brother’s room where there was only a door and no windows. When they came through that he fought bringing all of his deadly skill to bear. In the end, however, the mass overcame him, though he reduced their numbers to a small fraction of what they originally were. Levi still lived… he had been unable to complete his one task.
He has now come back... a Warrior Angel greater than any that have come before... his mission, to amass an army with which to attack the demon hoards infecting the world before they destroy it... Weakness: Mark is sympathetic to humans and tries to avoid involving them in the war as much as possible. Any under his command he sees as his personal responsibility and will protect them at all costs. He is also maintains an extreme loathing of Leviticus Levingston and, though he tries to keep a hold on it, he can easily be drawn to attack Levi and ignore any other distractions. Personality: Mark is graceful and majestic. He avoids confrontation as much as possible, and listens with open ears and open arms for those who wish to speak. He does not judge based on race, but on merit and is a friend of all who fights for a return to normalcy. He can be cold when he is taking charge, but he is usually fairly level-headed. Likes: Mark enjoys helping people, but can also often be found reading or just being completely alone and at peace. Unfortunately those days are but few and far between as he tries to find a way to right the wrongs done by the demons corrupting the world. He also enjoys training and can sometimes be found off on his own, expelling his power just to draw the demons from nearby cities away. It allows him value training as well as helping to rid the cities of the infestations without involving the humans. Dislikes: Mark has an extreme loathing of Leviticus Levingston, but dislikes any who use power merely for their own gain. He abhors liars and cheats and yet will side with them if he feels there is true merit within them. He dislikes involving the humans in the struggles that already surround them. He is not above confrontation, but has no fear of running and being considered a coward if staying would mean certain death. Abilities: Holy Shot: Basic light ability used with a sword that creates an arc of pure energy along the path of the blade’s attack which then shoots forward at great speed. (Order 3 Level 3) Weapons/Armor:Blade of Origin – Holy Light Holy Light is featherlight and can easily be held in a single hand and weilded as though it had no weight, though to anyone other than the intended, it would be impossible to lift. It grows with the weilder, gaining abilities and personality based on its use. Mark received both the Blade and the Armor of Origin when he returned to earth to raise the resistance.  Armor of Origin - Essence Essence wears similar to chainmail in its flexibility, but is featherlight and does not retract from the speed of the wearer. It is said to be virtually impenetrable when at full capability. Like the Holy Light, it grows with the wearer and gains abilities as it does so. Appearance: Human  Angel  Archangel  Cherubim  Seraphim 
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 1:24 am
Review By: markbluedaemon
Status: Approved.
Note: this is intended for the Final harvest RP, use in any other RP's will require modifications.Username: Gravity_Dragon Character Name: Maya Infortune Race: Former Human/Bio-Android Class: Close combat model with Ranged Energy projection equipment options Age: Human 35 Android: Unknown, corrupted data files do not reveal construction date. Activation date is less than one week. Sex: Female/Non applicable Orientation: None, these urges were removed during her memory reformat Affiliation: Neutral Job: Combat applications programmer/ None as of yet BIOS:Sgt. Katherine Thermopoli was a up and coming combat applications programmer working with a military subcontractor known as AltLife. They specialized in the manufacture of bioengineered tissue and organ replacements, as well as household androids. The government wanted something to put on missions that a regular soldier might have “moral issues” completing. The project was code named WRAITH, and put into motion. Using newly pioneered technology in biomechanical technology and brain engram programming, they had a prototype within 6 weeks. It was instantly considered a failure by the military review board. They cited that the unit was not “powerful” enough to meet their needs, and was far too human to be trusted. 4 weeks later, their second prototype was in place, and this time, Katherine was brought in to do the combat programming. She was a known Close Quarters Combat (CQC) master, and was also well known for her abilities with the sword. Using the newly adjusted parameters given to them after Katherine had tested the unit in combat, they altered the unit to meet the criteria she set. The board again considered it a failure. What good is something with a sword when everyone will be shooting at it? Enter the final Prototype. For this last effort, they decided to bring in Dallas Livingston, a renown energy weapons engineer, to advise them on what options they had for onboard capabilities. He quickly brought to their attention a unique energy system he had designed several years ago, but had been unable to secure funding for the project. Within a week, he and Katherine had completely redesigned the android, from the initial skeleton to the new “armorskin” that would be the unit’s outer shell. Construction of the unit was completed 8 weeks after the boards last rejection, and the company was growing desperate. They needed this unit to be perfect, and they didn’t have time to program everything before the final review. They were running performance evaluation tests on the unit before they started the engram programming when one of the board’s independent analyst’s made a surprise visit, almost two weeks ahead of the prescribed deadline. The entire staff knew this man well, since he had been the one that had scrapped their previous projects. His demeanor was unpleasant, to put it mildly, and it looked like he wanted something from the team. Money to be more specific. He knew that AltLife would lose billions in contracts if this project fell through, and it was his signature that would make or break the entire thing. He didn’t care if it could blow the whole planet up, if he didn’t get paid, they got rejected. After finishing a cursory tour of the facility, he left, telling them he would be back in two days to collect and see the first tests. The entire team took it hard, but Dallas and Katherine were the center of attention on this one. They would both lose their reputations, and Dallas would most likely have to begin working for another company. This fact didn’t really bother Katherine, she was military R&D after all, but she understood how much this would hurt Dallas and the others. She immediately volunteered to begin the engram programming once the equipment was set up. Dallas was overjoyed, but not for the possibility of saving the project. Something in his mind had broken while he had contemplated working for minimum wage and losing everything he had strived for. Sine they were both military, he had assumed that the Inspector and Katherine were somehow in league with each other, so when she offered to help, he saw it as a chance for revenge. The alterations were minor, and the other techs didn’t even know he had made them, but when the final power up sequence for the brain scan helmet, which was affixed to Katherine’s head, the surge of power quickly turned her body into an inferno. Fortunately for Katherine, as a side effect of the tampering, her entire mind had been uploaded into the fully armed and operational combat android. As soon as the unit was brought online, she flew into a rage and killed Dallas, her own still smoking corpse not a dozen feet away. She would have attacked the rest of the lab staff, but one of them used a safety remote control to paralyze her body, rendering her harmless. He tried to apologize for what Dallas had done, but all Katherine could do was vent her rage by screaming incoherently at him. They shut her down, and carefully went through her memory systems and deleted many of the memories of her life. She wouldn’t remember anything of who she was, but the skills she learned in life would remain. They locked her in a stasis capsule 20 floors below ground, and before anyone could return to examine or reactivate her, the building was attacked by certain religious groups that believed the company was somehow perverting their doctrine by creating certain types of tissue through bio engineering. (specifically brain. The system was designed to repair brain damage by reconstructing the damaged area only.) Katherine, now renamed Maya Infortune, lay in peace deep below the city for an unknown number of years, before a certain paranormal event sparked her reawakening. Likes: Maya doesn’t remember what she liked as a human, but she does know she enjoys playing the small Ocarina that was included with her sword and optional armor. She also enjoys sparring sessions with her comrades, fighting in general, and she won’t turn down a good explosion either. Her more socially oriented activities include cooking, army style, which involves making the best out of whatever is lying around (literally at times), Sewing, after all, you never know when you need to repair damage to clothes, it might save your life too. Finally, she also enjoys reading a good old fashioned book. Since her change, she won’t have to worry about finding them either, she has most known texts in a nano server imbedded in her cranium. Maya is rather fond of helping people as well. This could be programming, or something left over from her army days. Dislikes: Maya definitely doesn’t like what most would term as “injustice”. She doesn’t like to see people being oppressed or killed simply because of who or even what they are. She also hates house cleaning for some unknown reason, maybe she was saddled with all the chores as a child. She also hates things to be run sloppily, such as a group not setting guards, rationing food, or moving in a defensive formation. These impulses were more suppressed as a human, but now that she has been “reprogrammed” to be a combat android, it’s more of a concern. Weakness: Maya’s biggest weakness is her ignorance as to what she is currently capable of. On activation, she will have little to no recollection of her past, or how to use the systems her body was constructed with. Over time, the onboard server system will feed her information on her capabilities, but until then, it’s a hazard. A more pressing issue is her reliance on metal to “heal” her body. If she has to replace a significant portion of her anatomy (arm, leg ect.) she had to have some materiel to do so. She is also unable to do much harm to creatures that she cannot use her energy blasts or sword to subdue. Energy immune regenerating monsters are something she won’t be able to combat effectively. Also, due to her small stature, she is unable to bring much force to bear if she is somehow relieved of her primary Melee weapon, her sword, and she is confronted by an enemy that is significantly larger than she is. Personality: Maya is somewhat quiet, and likes to keep mostly to herself. Once someone spends the time to get past the “army” shell she uses to shield herself, they fill find she is fairly happy, and extremely caring about those around her. One way many have found to anger her beyond reason is to threaten or harm a child in her presence. This unadvisable action had resulted in the near deaths of 5 humans (prior to project WRAITH) If she sees a child harmed or threatened, she will attack with the intent to kill or severely maim. Abilities: Maya is fully trained and is considered to be a master of CQC (close quarters combat) and is highly proficient with her sword as well. She can grip any surface utilizing a series of grooved “pads” on her paw like hands and feet. This enables adhesion to any solid surface, through up to one inch of unstable material. Using her energy projection systems in each arm, she can either fire them independently, or use them together to make a more powerful, or even combine two types of energy to create a new effect. The range of energy she can use is somewhat limited however. Her body has been reinforced to allow for hand to hand combat, so punching or kicking won’t damage internal systems. Maya’s body can regenerate itself using a store of liquid metal she refers to as “Inner Metal” This material is a metallic silver material that flows throughout her body, and when her armorskin or other component is damaged, it seeps out to repair it. Breaks take no material to repair. Removal or melting, or other complete demolition of a body part requires an equal amount of material to repair. The previous limb, (if recoverable) can be used to supply most of this, otherwise, surrounding materials are needed to effect a repair. Weapons:Sword: The blade itself is designed to collapse for storage, and is made of a one of a kind material that is classified as a ceramic composite. It’s durability level is unknown, the test equipment always gave our before the blade did, and is considered nearly indestructible. It is capable of withstanding temperatures exceeding that of conventional plasma (several thousand degrees) and it’s ability to withstand cold is equally impressive. Ring Generators: In each forearm, Maya is equipped with a series of spinning rings that allow her to manipulate energy to achieve a specific effect. The effects are generally one of the following. She can fire any energy type to the generators maximum range of one mile, except Solid. Concussion: A wall of force is released from this blast. It can be “shaped” to allow for diverse effects, such as the blast wave traveling in only one direction, or all directions, depending on the situation. May be combined Radios may be controlled up to 15 ft. Lower size range may be less than an inch (she can blow up a bug if it’s annoying her) Piercing: Fairly straight forward. This energy is designed to punch through armor, buildings and other assorted materials. There is no explosive effect from this energy type. May be combined. Range is within her eyesight. (approximately 1 mile accurate within 3 inches) Explosive: This is a much more potent form of Concussion. The blasts are more violent, and are uncontrollable. The minimum blast radius is 15 ft, and the maximum radius is 60ft. Can be combined. Solid: This energy functions as a solid object (usually a sphere or a spike) for approximately 5 minutes, unless charged again by Maya. This is usually propelled by a small concussive charge, and is made more for incapacitating the target. Knocking someone out is often preferable to killing them. This can be combined with Concussive only. A shotgun effect can also be duplicated using this. The shot pellets get smaller the more there are. The maximum is 50 pellets at once, and they are smaller than a standard BB. A single object may be no larger than both her fists put together. Combination: Maya may, at will (assuming she has two arms) combine the generators capacity to either enhance a single type of blast, (double effect) or combine two types of energy to create a tactically superior type of blast. (IE: Explisive surrounded by a shell of piercing energy. This would allow armor penetration and massive soft target damage.) She may not combine more than two effects at once. If a solid shape, or collection of shapes is present, that is using the capacity of one generator. Entangler: This strange effect is created by channeling the elemental force of Darkness. The blast is somewhat nightmarish in appearance, but it has no real damaging properties. It is instead used to, as the name suggests, entangle opponents in a mass of dark tentacles that flash harden once they have made contact with a target that is considered alive, or contains enough energy to be considered as such. The durations of the immobility experienced is somewhat long, approximately two or four minutes, depending on how it is used. Larger opponents may require a more concerted effort to immobilize however. This energy may not be combined with anything. Multiple targets, (max 10) may be subdued in this manner. Appearance: 
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 9:07 pm
Profile Status: Accepted.
Checked By: ShatteredAngel08
Reason: As long as it's not used in DW, it's fine. < ^^ >Username: 12345678girl (Numbers will suffice) Character Name: Livana Ildri Race: Preshion. ((Following this post will be my description of what Preshions and Tekkions are)) Class: She doesn't really have one. Age: 20 Sex: Female Orientation: Straight Affiliation: She allys herself with her friends, and since she at the moment does not have friends, Neutral. Job: She doesn't have one at the moment, but she is searching. BIOS: Livana was the last child born to a dying tribe. Her tribe had stopped being able to conceive children a few years before her birth, so she was seen as a miracle. Her tribe lived at the base of a volcano, being a mainly fire-preshion tribe. The forest by this volcano was barely surviving, despite the help of the tribe. Her mother had died in childbirth, and her father had been killed by a Tekkion while out hunting. She was basically raised by the entire tribe. As was expected, her gem changed color on her 17th birthday. Her gem was red, granting her the powers of fire, just like most of her tribe. Sadly, the power emitted when her gem changed drew the attention of a wandering tribe of Tekkions that was passing by. The Tekkions easily tracked them down, and began to destroy their village. Livana attempted to help the others defend the village, but it was in vain. She and her grandmother excaped, attempting to seek help from other tribes of preshions. Though they kept being turned away, Livana Ildri was stubborn. Until her grandmother died in her sleep. Burning her body and spreading the ashes in tradition fire preshion manner, Livana gave up on finding another home. After that Livana began to hide her gem and live among humans, and the other races. Likes: Livana likes sweet food, or sweets in general. She also likes bright and vivid clothes, even if she doesn't wear them. She has a fondness for being warm, and in the light, probably because of her gem color. She also loves stories, since she used to be told so many as a child. Dislikes: Livana dislikes Tekkions, almost to the point of hate, for what they did to her village. She dislikes sour or spicy foods. Which is because she doesn't like the pain from eating them. Water is something she chooses to avoid, because it's the element she feels farthest from. Weakness: Livana can't really use her fire ability if most of her is wet. Though this isn't normally a problem for fire preshions, Livana fell into a lake as a child and nearly drowned. Ever since, she considered water so dangerous that if most of her is covered in it, her powers just shut down. Personality: Livana is that person that you see, in the corner of your eye, hovering just beyond sight. But when you turn to include her, or call out to her, she vanishes. Shy and quiet around people she doesn't know very well, Livana's true personalilty comes out when you've known her a while. She has a temper that can slowly burn or burst into flame, depending on what's triggoring it. But she can also be one of the sweetest people you'd ever meet, since so many people raised her by being kind. Livana only smiles when she's truely happy, which hasn't happened much recently. She doesn't like fighting, but is more then willing to defend something she cares about. If you get her to care about you, she'll be the most loyal friend you've ever had. That happens when someone knows how easily it can all go away. Abilities: Livana really only has one skill, other then being a good cook, but that doesn't apply here. Her fire control, from being a preshion. Because she was never trained by another fire preshion, her magic, while it has raw power, had been honed by just practicing. Weapons: If she had to fight, she'd probably use her Chakram. (Xena's sharp circlet thing. ) Her style breaks into two pieces, shaped like half circles. The curved blade isn't safe to touch, but the straight edge of the circlet is. She can sometimes make fire appear over the Chakram. Appearance:  (I know it's long, but I included both the vauge description for all preshions and the more detailed one for fire preshions. I made this up, and ASK permission before using this race please. ) *Preshions: Appearence of humans, with an exception of a gem embedded in the middle of their forehead. Normally is cloudy white until some teen birthday- which birthday varies- and it changes to one of four colors, granting powers over one of the four main elements. Once or twice an element like lightning, or ice will show up. This is not caused by mixing of two elements. When the soul of a preshion becomes corriupted, they become what is called a 'Tainted' and their gem goes black, giving them shadow powers instead of whatever they had before. Constantly the underdog, and a dying race. Is prejuiced against by almost every race. The unkind name for them is Preshies. Have a natural distrust for Tekkions. Hair is traditionally worn in braids for both male and female, and clothes are often flowy and color schemed to the element the wearer controls. They are considered protectors of nature and they live in tribes, settling in a single place, like a forest, or around a lake, or even on a volcano. Tribes often arrange themselves behind a chief and Cli-ien. The Cli-ien is the most spiritually conected preshion in a tribe. There is only one at a time, and they very rarely are allowed to marry. Each tribe is normally made up of mostly one element, and each element has different custums beyond the simple things all tribes share in common. Beyond the normal things is the fact that they A) Protect their bit of nature singlemindedly, and B) distrust of other tribes. Fire: The fire preshions typically live on a volcano, or a dry plane that often has wildfires. They are the most typically reglious of the preshions, and separate the people within a tribe into clans. Each clan has a symbol, and a set of beads that passes down to the eldest child. These beads are typically wrapped around the hand, like a priests rosary. The color of these beads are typically red, or shades thereof. It is the prized possesion of every fire preshion who holds one. It's passed down at the disgrestion ((Can't spell) of the family member who holds it at that time. The fire preshions typically are known for their tempers, which can ignite without warning. At the same time, these preshions are sometimes the most truthful ones. They live off of harvests, due to the fertile soil from the ash of volcanos. Their element is the only element that once you stop controling it, it will keep going. Fire preshions burn their dead, then do with the ashes what the deceased wanted. The ashes may be scattered, put inside something, made into a mulch for a garden, it depends on the indivudual. Fire preshions are easily the best fighters.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 2:49 pm
Profile Status: Accepted.
Checked By: ShatteredAngel08
Reason: Looks good. wink Username: Daemosa
Character Name: Daemosa, Demos, Demosthenes Race: Fallen Angel / Demon Class: Devil Lord
Age: As old as Existence itself Sex: Male Orientation: Chaotic Evil Affiliation: Leader of the Armies of Hell, but tends to go it alone. Job: Mercenary BIOS: Daemosa, the human form of this being, has been throughout history. Seeming to appear in times of great strife and general dismay, bringing with him nothing but pain and destruction. Many have labeled him as the coming of the End Of Days in local lore, carried on by the few survivors. Nothing is written of the actual phenomenon that is Daemosa, but ask around in any small town and you'll hear plenty. Daemosa isn't truly behind the wake of destruction that follows him, but rather the demon that inhabits the body, Demos. The Devil Lord finds home in the human form so he may roam freely and do as he pleases before any sort of 'resistance' can be dispatched. His tremendous power causes great strain on the body he inhabits, so he is constantly moving from one to the other, except keeping the same appearance by some unholy magic. Demos wasn't always the spiteful being he has become, rather he played for the other team. Cast from Paradise under false pretense after the final battle between Heaven and Hell, the Archangel Demosthenes vowed to spend the rest of his existence amassing the strength and the resources to exact revenge on those who rejected him. In doing so, Demosthenes had become the demon Demos. Ruthless and bloodthirsty, he has practically forced his way through the ranks, showing great promise to the higher powers of Hell, was promoted to the rank of Devil Lord, commandant of the forces of Hell. For some time he has been the driving force behind the planning of the next war on the gates of Paradise. Likes: Chaos. Dislikes: Lawful beings Weakness: Demos wears about him several bands that are inscribed with curses, each one different, yet all useful. Retreive a band and have the knowledge to translate it, and you will send the Demon to whence he came. Personality: Solitary, Angry. His anger has become that of legend, being rumored to have destroyed entire civilizations in one fell swoop. Abilities: There are several abilities that are granted to those in the upper ranks of Hell: Psionics (Control of different aspects of the environment, fire, cold, earth, etc.) Unholy strength (Daemosa gains this ability as well, being able to lift the equivalent of a small bus and hurl it half a block) Chains of The Damned (Usable only by Daemosa, he channels the energies of the damned into the two small chains that bind his arms, increasing both his speed and strength to untold levels) And those granted by the Higher Powers of Heaven: Minor Healing (Both Daemosa and Demosthenes can use this) Judgment (Demosthenes only: Calls upon the holy tribunal t smite the accused and send them to where they've brought themselves in this life) Holy Aura (Demosthenes only; A bright light that envelops him, casting shadows from around his presence)
Weapons: Daemosa is well versed in all types of weapons, but goes for the shock value of the larger ones. Usually carrying with him a large axe and sword, and several smaller blades as well. Demos carries a large blade, forged of black steel and enchanted with Hellish runes. Demosthenes carries the sword of the angels. Golden in color and emanating a blue aura of its own. Appearance: Daemosa: Stands at 9'6" fair skin, bright white hair, and deep red eyes, covered in various scars and tattoos, his face half blackened by the infiltration of the demon within. He wears ancient plate mail armor, covered in spikes, and covering vital areas; everything else is a combination of chain mail and studded leather. He wears no helm for it obstructs his view of his victims suffering. Daemosa has also mastered the use of his wings, which he can summon and return at will. Demos:  A massive demon, usually standing 30'-45' depending on his mood, clad in armor that resembles the twisted screaming faces of those that have fallen before him. Demosthenes:  Clad in all gold armor, brilliant white hair and eyes that glow blue, he stands roughly 8'2".
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 7:24 pm
Profile Status: Accepted.
Checked By: ShatteredAngel08
Reason: Looks good Pez.Anata wa watashi ga zutto mae ni "sayounara" to yutta hito wo omoidasaseru.
Username: Pheso
Character Name: Cog Yufae; Called by the name "Highwind" by those in his business.
Race: A branch of elven descent.
Class: Ranger, Huntsman, Knight, upper-middle class; if one would have to answer.
Age: 143, by human count (looks to be in his early 30's)
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight; though he, truly, has no interest.
Affiliation: Temporary agreements with those who share his interests; Lawful Evil/True Neutral.
Job: Bounty Hunter
BIOS: In whole, Cog has lived a rather normal life. He was raised just outside a human capital and was educated in trade, history, mythology, religion, chivalry, and even swordsmanship by the several pedestrians forced to stay in his families inn, because of heavy traffic in and out of the city, during the golden age of his country. With a wide variety of knowledge crammed into his young mind (as young as a 26 year old with the body of a 14 year old would seem to be), Cog left his home town in search of a life of his own. What he found was disappointment. The humans, majority rulers of his land, went on and waged their meaningless wars, amongst other conflicts, and stole the lives of the people he had befriended throughout the years. Those who had lived, as he had realized, were constrained by the harsh mistress known as time. They aged and died while he barely changed at all. It was around his ninetieth year that Cog had come to the realization that creating any lasting bond with the people surrounding him was nigh-impossible. For the following ten years, the man known as Cog Yufae would seclude himself; to parts unknown. Today, nobody knows this man's real name. They simply call him by the meaning of the symbol embedded in his necklace.
Likes: Despite his detachment to humans, Cog can't help but feel at home when in the bustle of a large city.
Dislikes: Because of his past experience with war, Cog tries to avoid both riding on boats and doing any form of business involving military-occupied cities.
Weakness: Despite his race's slow aging and high-immunity to disease; physically, Cog is perfectly mortal.
Personality: Most would call Cog a like-able man. While he is kind, compassionate, and even a bit of a joker when found in the right mood; his elven descent has slowed his aging process to half, maybe even to a third, of the rate of his human friends and brethren. This has cause Cog to become, to be kind, a "detached" person...not ever, truly, caring for another person more than he would care for a possession. Despite knowing what he does is wrong, he sees the work he does as a service to humanity; saving them from the inevitability of time sapping their life away.
Abilities:
Claiming: Cog is able to bend both metal and stone to his will and transform it into any shape needed. The only limit on this power, besides needing to be in skin-contact with the transformed material, is that it cannot not defy the conservation laws; meaning, to form something, an equivalent amount of materials must be available. Not making mountains out of molehills, unless enough stone is provided; one could say.
Weapons:
-Xanth: Usually, an elegant saber made up of several different shades of browns, blacks, grays, reds, and golds. While Cog has never revealed where the blade has come from, the changing colors of the blade, throughout time, show that he, at the very least, repairs the sword on several occasions, with his claiming ability, using whatever ore he can find. When asked, he claims that the name came from an old math problem that a teacher had given him. He often changes the shape of the blade, during battle, to suit the needs of the moment.
Appearance:
Cog, With Xanth in Hand-
You remind me of someone I said goodbye to a long time ago.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:01 pm
Profile Status: Accepted.
Checked By: ShatteredAngel08
Reason: Looks good. wink Username: Soul Ketushai
Character Name: Tsuki Kyouran
Race: Werewolf
Class: Theriomorph (it means he shapeshifts)
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight
Affiliation: Neutral
Job: Mercenary
BIOS:
"The fear of wolves was like a nightmare. Their attacks were so frequent and atrocious in nature that people even feared to travel from one place to another. Every morning, countryside people would find half-eaten human limbs scattered on their fields." Tsuki, born from the Ookami Tribe, showed relentless-ness early in his training, merely playing. One day, villages from all sides came to the Ookami stomping grounds at day-break, the Ookami defenseless and tired. They were all slayed with ease; Tsuki was spared for he was mistaken for Ookami breakfast.
He lived with them; humans, the murderers of his kind. He was left in their society, disgusting beings trying to control their little worlds. He was still a child, no more than ten; he roamed their streets for less than a month, and then the night of the full moon hit. Blood stained that village, and news spread far. "The werewolf still lives." From then on, Tsuki resided in the woods, continuing to move, continuing his training. He lived his life in the dwellings of wolf packs, feeling more at peace with them. He gained the basic skills that he was never taught by his own people by following, learning from his canine brethren.
Years later, now a young man, he spends his days in town, looking for “work” and having a good time. Tsuki also practices good hygiene and attempts to interact with people, not only animals. His days normally consist of hanging around bars or looking for women. He no longer resides in caves with wolves, but lives in a small cabin close to the forest. He now has control over most of his animal instincts, at least a lot of the time.
Likes:
Tsuki is a man of simple tastes. Though his nature is ferocious, he does not turn his face from the sight of women, nor does he pass off drinks. He is mostly at peace when away from the city, in the wild when he is fending for himself.
Dislikes:
He detests feeling weaker than another; though it is possible, if he feels physically or mentally weaker than another, he would induce self harm, going far as fighting himself.
Weakness:
-Silver
-Wolfsbane
-A werewolf is susceptible to any pain and injury a human is
Personality:
Tsuki is a man, when not talked to, does not speak. If he is not addressed, he choses to stay solitary. For the most part, he keeps to himself. When attempting to interact with others, namely women, he tends to loosen up more. When with women, he is smoother, for, like women say, “they’re only after one thing.”; in this case, it is true. Those primal instincts can be held in for only so long. He tends not to interact much with men, the animal in him wanting to express his dominance; activities like that could result in conflict, and things could get out of hand. That is why he tries to avoid conflict when he can. When in nature, he seems to always carry a smile, the air so clean and the sounds so familiar.
Abilities:
Wolf Claw- with a swing of his clawed hands, visible slashes fly through the air towards the enemy with the cutting power of a claymore. At close range, these slashes do not occur, but he can still cause damage with his sharp fingernails
Vicious Rend- with intense speed and precision, Tsuki lacerates the enemy, cutting not only through skin, but exposing flesh
Crecent Dance- Tsuki uses Tooth to barrage his enemy with. When used during the night of a crecent moon, the swings of his blade act as the swings of his claws in "Wolf Claw"
Social Howl- when in need of assistance, Tsuki gives out a howl, attracting a near-by wolf pack. By using body language and other noises, Tsuki is able to take “control” of said tribe
Scent of Blood(Wolf Transformation)- when his own blood has been spilled, Tsuki is able to tap into his wolf blood, shape-shifting into his canine form
Full Moon (Werewolf Transformation)- only when the moon is full will the Ookami blood rush through his veins and his true form revealed
Night Howl(Wolf & Werewolf)- when Tsuki is in either wolf form, he lets out a blood-curdling howl that sends fear into the heart(s) of his opponent(s); it also “pumps” him up, his heart rate rising and his adrenalin rushing
Primal Instinct(Wolf & Werewolf)- in either wolf form, Tsuki, when pushed to the edge, will loose all control, taping into a starving wolf's primal instinct to rip prey to shreds for sustenance
Ookami Pack Summon- to only be used as a last resort, Tsuki is able to call the spirits of the old Ookami Tribe he had descended from, their souls rising from the ground and taking physical form to assist Tsuki
Weapons:
~A large, jagged black flint blade that he calls "Tooth"
When in town, it is strapped to his back with leather; at most other places, he rests the blade on his shoulders, right hand lightly gripping the handle.
~Sharp claw-like fingernails
Appearances:
~Wolf
~Werewolf
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 6:58 pm
Profile Status: Accepted.
Checked By: ShatteredAngel08
Reason: I'm fine with this and know RPing skills Vae.User name: Iron Faith Character Name: Nathanial Ethen James Race: Human Class: Berserker Age: 20 Sex: Male Orientation: Straight Affiliation: N/A Job: N/A BIOS: Nathan grew up in a normal family with his sister melody. Nothing was know of his "gift" until the seventh grade when he put a fellow classmate in a body cast for hitting his sister. Three years later, he and his family were in a car accident. Nathan escaped through a window, unscathed. When he realized he was the only onethat made it out, he tore the car in half to get to his family. His sister suffer a few cuts and bruises. His parents died on impact. The years passed and He managed to support the two of them through a variety of ways. Some legal and some not so legal. A few weeks ago, his sister disappeared. No one knows what happened, but he has been looking for her nonstop since. Likes: Nathan enjoys moonlit nights, cats, loud music, and electrical storms. He also like being around friends and pretty girls. Dislikes: Of all the things Nathan hates, gangster mentality is on the top of the list. He doesn't like the taste of alcohol or the smell of cigarette smoke. Weakness: Outside of his berserker state, Nathan shares the same weaknesses as any normal person. He is also a very poor swimmer, so he stays away from water. Personality: Nathan is a friendly person, who has had his trust broken more than once, making him wary of people until they can prove themselves. He is a talker, often more than people care to put up with. He buckles pretty easily under peer pressure, and is always willing to help a good cause. Abilities: Nathan has some fighting skill--armed and unarmed--but nothing extraordinary. His skill is, actually, quite below par. He only boasts one "above average" quality. Berserker: In a scenario a normal person would experience an adrenaline rush, Nathan enters a berserker state, increasing his speed and sending his strength to incalculable levels. When the state wears off, he generally passes out from exhaustion. If he stays in a berserker state too long or pushes himself to hard, his body will actually go into shock and begin shutting down. Weapons: He carries a small fixed bade on his belt and often packs a baseball bat for defense. Appearance: Nathan stands at 5' 10" and is rather narrow shouldered, especially for his strength. 
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:22 pm
Profile Status: Accepted.
Checked By: ShatteredAngel08
Reason: biggrin Username:
- Rokishic Zazin
Character Name:
-Rokishic Xavier Zazin
Race:
-Lycanthrope Diclonius
Class:
-Rogue
Age:
-17
Sex:
-Male
Orientation:
-Straight
Affiliation:
-Chaotic/Neutral
Job:
-Bounty Hunter
BIOS:
-As an infant, he was abandoned by his mother in the woods. Not knowing as to where he belonged, he learned from the creatures around him; mostly the wolves. One wolf with icy blue eyes & a fearfully chilling aura around 'it' bite young Roki one day. He cried and cried, but grew used to the pain after some time. Shortly after a young couple found him near the river and decided to take him home. When arriving, he was overwhelmed with excitement. From then on he then grew up in a sophisticated manner, but couldn't break the urge from starring at the moon when ever he noticed it was full.
Nearly into his 2nd year of school, Roki began experiencing frightening dreams. One night after awakening from the most terrifying dream yet. He was rushed to the nearby hospital to where they then admitted him to the psychiatric-ward. As the psychiatric staff attempted to calm Roki down, he intern blacked out after the sedative was introduced. He caught the odor of freshly spilled blood which brought on a very cold sweat causing him to rise out of bed. He stepped off his bed only to slip in a pool of warm crimson. The staff that had come in to check on him as he rested were slaughtered & shreds of there corpses as well as internal organs were scattered among the floor. His mind fell unstable & he isolated himself from others.
It seems the whole place was abandoned after the incident. Trapped within the walls of the Asylum, he began to grow back sanity & civility. By the time he had reached his late teens, he had uncovered many secrets about his life that he hadn't known before. That the mark left on him from the Wolf was a curse, that the very same curse gave him altering abilities of a few elements & of his form, and that he is a rare breed of human being to begin with. "The Oomans (humans) later on reopened the Asylum as an Institution for those gifted. Or at least that's what they tell you." So now he is free to come and go as he pleases, because they are always watching.
Likes:
Rokie is one who enjoys intelligence in others, he sees no real point in talking with someone who can't keep up. He has a deep attachment to his music, it is very rare to see him without his headphones. He is also into a few more of the arts, he enjoys art and writting poetry. When he gets the free time he can also be foudn taking photography and munching on oreo double stuffs and sipping an energy drink or two.
Dislikes:
Roki isn't one who likes to see or be labeled by a stereotype, they are an annoyance anymore. Immaturity is one thing that really geets under Roki's skin and with his temerment, it's not wise. Feet, heights and parasites tend to get Roki a bit rialed up and on the defense.
Weakness:
Rokis isn't bothered by too much, but cute animals, oreos and good munchies, such as chicken wings, tend to get his attention rather quickly and can distract him from his current task if used properly.
Personality:
Rokie is rather distant and aloof from anyone else. He is one who likes time to himself and doesn't really have a problem in keeping to himself. The quie and serene helps in his relaxtion periods. He can be rather agressive as well, but he does have a kind side as well.
Powers:
-Wind/Water/Ice Manipulation: Has the Abilities of complete manipulation over the Elements of Air and Water plus the Sub-Element of Ice. Can alter them into any shape or form.
-Shapeshifting: Allows the user to alter they're form into either anything or a specified figure.
-Regeneration: Has the ability to regenerate lost cellular/molecular tissues at a paced rate.
-Berserk Rage/Max Potential: When feeling heavily threatened or in fear for they're life. The user breaks into an unstoppable mode of Rage in order to try an save their life. Can also be controlled on a mild level to boost attributes when pushed enough.
Abilities:
- Max. Alter Form Generation1/Beast Form: The user takes on his Beastly form of a savage looking Wolf of Blue & Silver and a chilling aura. This comes with the Ability to strengthen & heighten all senses & muscles of the body. Releasing an onslaught of power and devastation. The effect of using this Ability for to long is cellular tissue breakdown, and a coma-like state because your body works itself to hard.
The Traits that are given to the body for the user in "Berserker" mode are; Flexibility, Unknown Limit of Strength, powerful sense of smell, sharp hearing, swift reflexes, quicker movements, new form & appearance!
- Alter Form Generation2/Lycan Form: Changes the fur into a thick Black & Silver coat. Heightens the senses & strength, but is more easily controllable then Generation1.
- Alter Form Generation3/Half-Okami Form: Thick, lush black hair. Pale skin tone covered in tiny bristles of silver. Resembles a human being, but has both Wolf ears & tail. Comes with sense slightly heightened beyond natural human effects. "Is he most preferred form."
- Alter Form: GenerationX/Human Alternate: Alternate human look to deguiess himself in crowds from others who might have noticed him in an alternate form.
- Lycan DNA/Stealthy Stalk: Gives the user the ability to move without a sound made if performed well.
- Lycan DNA/Crushing Lockjaw: The capability of locking the jaw of the user so that it does not let go of a bitten target or enemy. May cause a lot of damage to the opponent depending on the severity of the pressure induced by the bite when the jaw locked.
- Wind Manipulation/Storm Generation: Is the Ability to control & generate wind, gusts, typhoons, monsoons, hurricanes, tornadoes of any size and other powerful storms. {Maximum # of Storms Generated:6}
- Wind Manipulation/Tempest Barrier: Surrounds the user with swirling, razor sharp winds that will slice up anything that comes in contact with it except the user. Inside of the spiraling sphere is still dangerous winds that no one can withstand except the user manipulating it. The user can adjust the size, and also move the barrier in the direction of which they are moving in. It could be used like a maximum sized version of an Kaze Grenade.
- Wind Manipulation/Kaze Grenade: A sphere forms in the hand of the user. The Sphere is made of spiraling, swirling winds that are as sharp as razors as it spins faster & faster, can be launched at opponents as long range, or used in short range combat. Can also be fired once, or rapidly. They can be formed in the both the hands of the user as well still being able to rapidly fire them.{Maximum # Rapidly Fired:8}
- Wind Manipulation/Giga Kaze Grenade: A larger Kaze Bomb that takes two hands to create, it can also by rapidly fired, but needs to be charged up first every time by creating to Air Bombs in each hand, and merging them to create the Giga! {Maximum # Rapidly Fired:4}
- Wind Manipulation/Vortex Suffocation: Creates a spinning vortex of wind around the opponent with strong, powerful suction within the eye. As the winds whirl faster & faster.. it draws out all the air from that area, and begins to suffocate anyone within it.
- Lycan DNA/Regeneration: A rare version of a common Blood Line ability of the Lycan species. Allows the user to reform, and bring about new bone, muscles, flesh, tissue, & organs.
- Water Manipulation/Flood: User draws water from the atmosphere, and slams all of it down on one single being.
- Water Manipulation/Whip Lash: Forms a stream of water that freely whips around, and strikes the targets vital points.
- Water Manipulation/Choke Hold: Used only as a way of Defense. The user encloses the attacker in a sphere of water to choke them out or to disarm them. Usually causes the victim to black out due to lack of oxygen.
- Ice Manipulation/Frozen Wrath of the Heavens: Generates a massive blizzard of wet heavy snow, and large hail to pelt down on the surrounding areas to slow down conflict and to cause some mild to serious injury to nearby threats.
- Ice Manipulation/Frosted Agony: Causes the air within the body to chill freezing the water inside, but not to a lethal point. Only to slow the blood flow, and numbing the enemy into submission.
- Ice Manipulation/Koori Shard: Creates a crystallized growth of ice to sprout from the ground in rapid, random places within a 10-18ft radius of the user. Can be used for protection or as a sneak attack.
- Ultimate-Final/Twilight Apocalypse: A viscous offensive/defensive combo technique that could eradicate an individual/individuals. Combines all of the possible Users abilities together to create a gargantuan sized force that could bring even the strongest to its knees, and cover the world in Ice. If it back fires, it has the chance of incarcerating the user in ice as thick as a glacier.
~Bonus info. on Twilight Apocalypse~
The User ascends into the sky unleashing rapid pulsations of a cyan aura. Each pulsation causes the air to get colder and colder as if sending shock waves of ice through the air. Wind speeds pick upp, and form a vortex around the user. Which in turn starts to lash out frozen water particles more rapidly than the speed of sound. Thunders booms take place as frozen landmass begins to form & grow over the area. Strong twisters descend from the sky as well as blinding snow. Until the last shock wave of aura dissipates & the user lowers back to the ground. All will be caught in the awe and chaos of the Twilight Apocalypse.
Weapons:
-Frozen Blade of the Tormented Soul
-Crowbar
A Human's Crowbar used for bludgeoning and other melee type actions.
-Whip
A whip with a chilling sting once cracked by it.
-Silver Revolver
He carries a Silver Revolver just for those occasional uses when it's needed.
Extra Anatomy:
(Diclonius)
- Vectors ( 8 )
- Range: 8 meters ( 26 feet )
(Lycan)
- Ears: 2in long
- Tali: 4ft long
Appearance:
Blood Type:
-O Negative
Height:
-5'6''
Weight:
-140lbs
Eye Color:
-Icy Grave (Lt.Blue/Gray)
Hair Color:
-Silver w/ Blue tips
Skin Tone:
-Pale/Lt.Gray
Picture:
Human - 
Wolf - 
Lycan - 
Humanoid - 
Alternative Human - 
Other:
- Has Vectors like that of Lucy from Elfen Lied
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 8:26 pm
[[Soon to post profile.]]
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 3:11 pm
Profile Status: Accepted.
Checked By: ShatteredAngel08
Reason: Good looking profile dear. ^_^  Profile~
Username: Monochromaniac
Character Name: Reddan Ostitia D'Urbin
Race: Demon, of a sort
Class: Shapshifter
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Orientation: Pansexual
Affiliation: Chaotic good
Job: None, as of yet.
BIOS: Red’s parents were childhood sweethearts; with the exception that he was a morpher and she, a human, had no idea. Red’s father, Aksel, believed he could keep it from her and he did; that is, until the birth of their first child. Reddan seemed a normal child at first but when her mother went to wake her one morning and instead found a sleeping kitten, it became apparent that she’d taken after her father – who then had to come clean. Furious, betrayed and disgusted, Red’s mother left both husband and daughter, branding them both ‘freaks’. Neither have seen her since.
Heartbroken, her father picked up the pieces and became both parents for Red; cooking, cleaning and looking after her whilst still holding down a job. They were relatively happy, not living a life of luxury but not in complete poverty either; just surviving. At the age of seven, however, Aksel was attacked by a group of thugs who stole his money, clothes, and beat him within an inch of his life. Covered in blood, he managed to get home somehow and collapsed as soon as he was in the door, just after telling Red to go get help. She fetched a neighbour, a young woman named Zeri, who tended to his more serious wounds, then after a plea from Red stayed that night, and the next, and the next...eventually, she moved in with them completely, becoming carer to both. Aksel was completely crippled in one leg and nearly blind; work was no longer possible for him so Red began to make jewellery and trinkets from the precious stones she found to bring in extra money, whilst Zeri sold her house – after all, she would no longer be needing it. Within a year the inevitable occurred and Zeri and Aksel became lovers, and then married, her stomach swollen and rounded at the ceremony. She had a daughter, Lyssi, who was also born a morpher, and Red doted on her, treating her like a real sister, and looking up to Zeri as a mother too. They were the perfect cereal-box family – that is, until Red entered pubescence. Her natural form beginning to change, teemed with all the hormones, made her powers go haywire and it became harder and harder for her to control the instincts and urges of her other forms. Realising what was happening, Aksel and Zeri watched over her constantly, making sure she didn’t turn into anything too dangerous or that she couldn’t fully control. When at last she began to once again show restrain over her other forms, they allowed her to start morphing around Lyssi again – a severe mistake. One day when they were playing together, Red (in the form of a panther) lost control, forgetting her sister was still a child, and fatally injuring her. Bloodstained and terrified, she ran, leaving the torn body to be discovered by her family. Grief and guilt almost sending her mad, she let her instincts take over, almost forgetting she had once been human. Living in the forest as various animals, she let the memories of the past year fall away, time not healing her wounds, just burying them. When she finally let herself regain her original body, she found that not only she couldn’t remember what had happened prior, but that she could no longer change back into anything save for a raccoon dog – her preferred non-human form previously. She spent another year in the forest that had become her home, trying every day to morph into something else, but to no avail. Figuring she had no other option, she then set off travelling, trying to find someone – or something – to fix the block she had, and still has, on her powers.
Likes: People-watching, raspberries, old books, sewing, rum, spooning, dressing up, and bacon sandwiches.
Dislikes: Sharks, change, arguments, hangovers, hypocrites, unfair advantages, materialism, papercuts, vandalism, and the smell of celery.
Weakness: Due to her ease in trusting people she's only known for a short while, she is easily manipulated by those around her. Also, physically she tends not to wear armour or the like and despite her race cannot heal herself or defend from attacks, so she is just as vulnerable as the average human.
Personality: Red is...changeable. She can flip from mildly irritated to vehement rage in the space of a few seconds and it is at times like there that she shuts herself away from people lest she should do or say something she would later regret. Usually she is unadventurous; not fearful, just rather lazy – she’d rather read a book in a cosy armchair than go out exploring, Saying this, however, she has a rather short attention span and won’t often stay focused on the task in hand, instead wandering off to do something different. Overall she dislikes large confrontations – arguments and physical fights worry her because they often lead to change and breaking up of friendships, so she avoids them wherever necessary, refusing to get involved in other’s battles unless they are being persecuted. Fairness, in her book, is something that should apply to everyone no matter who or what they are: she can’t stand to see prejudice or injustice especially to people weaker than herself and will do what she can to stop it.
A lot of the time, Red is completely unawares of her surroundings – it’s not as if she doesn’t pay attention, it just doesn’t quite sink in. She’ll involuntarily go into her own little bubble and regaining her attention usually involves throwing heavy objects at her until she notices. When something really interests her she is actually quite eager and playful, uncaring of who is watching or how she comes across. She’s amused by trivial things and has been known to spends hours just playing with a bell on a ribbon or a zip. Red is by no means unintelligent – she enjoys reading literature just as much as crude comedy, but often being “the smart one” is unappealing to her and so she usually leaves complicated decisions to those older or more powerful than her. She tires easily; odd, considering she never really does much physically. She tends to not realise her tiredness until she’s literally half-asleep, and can fall asleep pretty much anywhere, regardless of her location and usually without meaning to. She trusts people easily, regarding most people as friends, and despite this being taken advantage of in the past she hasn’t learnt her lesson yet.
Red is a very physical person; she likes to be close to her friends and hugs and touches them a lot – not intimately, but sometimes this is misconstrued as something romantic or sexual. However, it’s almost never meant in this way and if pointed out to her Red is usually completely bewildered and very apologetic; sometimes a little guilty too, when those that have misunderstood seem to be disappointed when she makes it clear she’s not interested.
Abilities: Red is a special kind of demon: a morpher. She can transform into other things at will, be they human, animal, plant, element or even inanimate objects. However, though she remains in her own mind whilst in other forms, the longer she stays in them the quicker her hold over it lessens; it is for this reason most of her race stay in their own bodies as much as possible. Also, she only changes physical appearance – she does not gain any power that a species could usually have unless she learns it (for instance, should she take on the appearance of a vampire, she would not be able to infect anyone). It’s only her eating habits that change, since food for one creature is poison to another. Right now, however, Red is unable to change into any other forms bar one.
Weapons: A longbow, as tall as she is and made of hickory and yew. While the bow itself is nothing unusual, she makes her own arrows and will often tip them with poison or a tranquilliser.
Appearance: [[Apologies, but I'm still waiting on a commission so I can only provide a single picture and a crapload of description.]]
With a human appearance, dark brown hair mottled with black falls just past her ears, reaching the nape of her neck and flicking out at the ends; her bangs do the same, coming past her brow and making her dark green eyes almost entirely invisible. Occasionally she clips her hair off her face or puts it in pigtails but this is a rarity; absentmindedness means she frequently forgets to bother with her appearance. Make-up is also uncommon – anything more than lip balm tends to get smudged from where she’s constantly rubbing her eyes. Her skin is pale due to her hatred of the sun (and heat in general); her form curvaceous, though she stands at little over 5"5. Just above her lip is a small scar from the corner of her mouth that almost reaches to the centre of her nose; another, hidden by her fringe, is just above her left brow, about an inch in length. Other scars are found over her body, mainly on her stomach and legs; remnants of fights whilst in other forms. Clothing-wise Red tends to wear skirts and blouses, preferring frills and lace to showing off her flesh, though on occasion she’s been known to wear less in the summer months when it’s unavoidable. She rarely wears colours other than blue, purple or red, sometimes dressing in entirely monochrome outfits. Frequently she forgets to wear jewellery; the one piece constant is a small, delicate silver ring, inlaid with marcasite and emerald, hung around her neck on a faded grey ribbon – her mother’s wedding ring.
Red’s only other form as of yet is a Japanese Raccoon Dog (otherwise known as a tanuki [x] [x] [x]); in essence, a canid that looks almost entirely like a raccoon (although it is closely related to neither). Coming to around knee-high on a normal human, her legs are short and covered with a coat which is almost black, whilst her tail is short and bushy. Overall she has a very thick body, covered in shaggy fur which is a grizzled reddish grey in colour, flecked with tawny, with dark areas around the eyes, the legs and the tip of the tail, and lighter areas on the muzzle and underneath her tail. Her teeth are short and less pointed compared to that of a foxes’ or domestic dogs. Her eyes turn from green to almost gold; dark brown around the edges of her irises, dotted with amber which becomes more like a champagne-yellow around her pupils. 
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