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 Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 8:37 pm
If you have some level of interest in joining the RP, then make a single post here. The post can say anything you want, within reason.
Once you have been accepted, you can edit your post to contain your profile(s).
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 8:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 2:31 pm
FIRST
Controlled By: Someone with a voice MOAR MANLY THAN YOURS
Name: Elizabeth Lynch
Age: 21
A Bit About Me: Elizabeth is someone who wants to believe herself to be willing and capable of adapting to change and embracing it, but struggles with that she always makes excuses to maintain the status quo (despite having recognized this trend). She comes from a middle-class family that got where it is by not questioning anything - and will never get any farther for the same reason. She's often torn between dreams of grandeur and realizations of mediocrity. A native of North California with the obligatory superiority complex, Elizabeth is definitely on the more sheltered end of the scale.
I Look Like: Elizabeth combines a reasonably attractive but entirely forgettable face, with green eyes and brown hair, typically kept in a ponytail that goes just past her shoulder blades, with her bangs let down over her forehead. She's neither thin nor fat, strong nor weak. She could blend into a crowd effortlessly.
Currently, I: ... am visiting a cousin in Wisconsin.
Anything Else?: Elizabeth Lynch is so average it's amazing. And she hates it.
Biotic Powers: Big Shield
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 3:45 pm
*Basks in the GLORIOUSNESS*
Controlled By: [Mr. Blackbird Lore]
Name: [Helena Grissom]
Age: [26]
A Bit About Me: [I'm an artist in every sense of the word. I do photography, pencil & ink sketches, watercolor paints, prose, and digital works. I have a job as a freelancer, doing everything from t-shirts for churches to billboard designs for Fortune 500 companies. I employ only three people: a secretary to handle communications and clientele, a runner who makes sure my goods make it to my clients on time, and a legit CPA to handle the cash flow. I take care of the rest. When I'm not at work, I'm typically devoting time to my hobby, which is a form of art considered much less... tasteful. Since a child, I've always been fascinated by the human capacity for physical, mental, and emotional pain, and in my spare time I work tirelessly to portray the many facets of this side of humanity. There is often blood and death is frequent in this portion of my art. This hobby is my little secret, not even my employees know about it, and I make sure that any clients I deal with for this side of business are as discrete as I am. If you can't tell, art is essentially my life, and I have a strong focus on people and the human psyche; I often aim to create images that convey thoughts or emotions, and my critics often tell me that I do well in the regard, which is always a confidence booster.]
I Look Like: [What one might expect. I'm pretty short at 5'8" and I only weigh 140 pounds. I'm in good shape because my ex-boyfriend was really into parkour and convinced me to go running all over the city with him. It was fun while it lasted, and I still go out and about every so often on my own to maintain my physique. I'm a pretty small gal all around with a slim waist and just a pair of B cups. My hair is a lovely auburn that falls to my shoulders, although I prefer to keep it up in a bun and tuck my long bangs behind my left ear. I tend to wear neutral colors, and on this fateful day, I was feeling leisurely knowing that I had no clients coming to the office, so I dressed simply and comfortably: A long-sleeved white top revealing my bare shoulders, black sweat pants, and my pair of low-top Converse that I wear to go running.]
Currently, I: [am at the office alone as none of my products are going out, and I'm not expecting any customers, although I do allow walk-ins.]
Anything Else?: [Nothing, really. I'll let you know if something comes to mind.]
Biotic Powers: [Knifehands]
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 4:56 pm
FOR EDEN
Character Name: Adela Xochil Aragon Velasquez
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Race: Hispanic
Physical Description: Like a typical Latina woman, she has dark tan, long black hair (usually put in pigtail braids), and a huge butt. She has bright green eyes that are surprisingly not accented by make up. "I am not gonna paint my face like some cheap prostitute just to get a guy." Usually she wears jeans and sandals - she likes comfy and stretchy clothing. 5'3" and 115 lbs. make her look a little thin, but not scarily so ("But for some reason, my butt will always remain big! WHY?!"). Her arms are covered in little scar marks, but not from some "angsty emo crap that kids like to go through." When she was little, she fell down a stair full of nails and her arms were the only parts of her damaged (this was a house being built).
Personality: She has a very outgoing personality and isn't afraid to speak her mind. Growing up with 3 brothers gave her a pervy sense of humor and a sense not to take anything too seriously. She's very family oriented and protective of those she cares for. She once went up to a bully (a wrestler weighing 250 lbs.) to tell him off for hurting her youngest brother (and probably would have gotten sent to the hospital if her other 2 brothers weren't there to drag her away). Once she considers you family, there's no escaping her. "Why the hell would I abandon someone I consider a bro/sis? You're trash if you abandon family." Sometimes she's the embarrassing sibling that you wish you could hide in the closet and never talk about, but she's mostly the older sister that you can go to whenever in trouble - she loves to help.
Biography: Her parents moved to the U.S. to make a better life for their kids before she was even born. Her eldest two brothers (Mario 30, Raphael 27) have a slight accent, but since she was born in the U.S., she never got that accent. The youngest brother is the prankster of the family, so she learned to be her brother's keeper. At 16, her mother became ill, so she learned to be the Matriarch of the family - cleaning, cooking, and keeping the family together. Fortunately, her mother got better, and now Adela is studying to become a teacher.
Skills: She's flexible. She's been in gymnastics ever since she was 5. She had a chance of going pro, but she declined - she only did it for fun, and she'd miss her family too much if she left. She is a decent cook (be careful if she's making grits - usually means she's in a bad mood). She learned to sew from her mother, and she learned how to hold her alcohol from her father (words from her father: "Like hell if I let you go out with zero tolerance. I'm not letting my baby girl get taken advantage of! Now this is a Bud Light...")
Weapons: A swiss army knife that she carries everywhere with her.
Sigil Abilities: Healing.
Other: When she heard about the party that Mike was throwing for Independence Day, she figured she might as well go and enjoy the party. Mike and her father were friends, but the story of what made them friends is one that Adela doesn't know. Not to mention, she'd recently turned 21 and was now of legal age to drink!
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FOR PROJECT: GENOME
Controlled By: Isa-sama
Name: Clarrisa Anne Schiffer
Age: 15
A Bit About Me: She grew up in a rich family, but it wasn't a loving one. She was the runt of the family - her siblings wanted nothing to do with her, and neither of her parents paid much attention. They would tease her mercilessly and her parents did nothing to stop it. It wasn't until she was 14 that she realized she was the b*****d child of her father. One would think that her personality would be strong/angry/cynical in the face of all this hostility, but it turned out to be the complete opposite. She tried her best to appeal to her family, by being kind and polite. When that didn't work, she withdrew into the world of books. She's never seen without a book of some type, be it fiction or non-fiction. She's happiest when she's reading, but yearns for a friend. Unfortunately, no one likes the bookworm, so she stopped reaching out. She's now a very quiet and shy individual, easily frazzled by people.
I Look Like: She wears a pair of glasses for her nearsightedness. While she does have contacts, she doesn't really like to use them. She has curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. Being 5'2" and weighing 95 pounds, one would worry whether she's anorexic/bulimic (but she's not - she just has a very fast metabolism). She isn't very strong since she doesn't exercise. She normally wears jeans and shirts with sleeves that go the the elbows.
Currently, I: am reading on a park bench.
Anything Else?: She has photographic memory, which means she rarely reads the same book twice. She is also scarily obsessed with reading.
Biotic Powers: Slaughterfists
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 9:00 pm
Re-REdirected.
Character Name: Joneleth (Jon) Maxwell
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: British
Physical Description: Thin, but muscled slightly, broad shoulders, brownish blonde hair, green eyes and chiseled features. Jon's hair is relatively loose and below shoulder length, however it is kept in a short tail by a thin wrap. Though he has some facial hair, he has a bushy goatee along with his long sideburns, making him appear very rugged. His bangs fall on either side of his face, covering neither of his eyes and frame his visage perfectly.
Personality: An amorous but good-hearted individual who cares about the common good of all people, however only after considering what is in it for him. Despite his often immature ulterior motives, he knows exactly the right thing to say in almost any situation, his charm is undeniable, though he tends to move a bit quickly and often tends to over-step his bounds when speaking to women in particular.
Biography: Attending Rosewater Academy for Gifted Students in London, Joneleth was among the brightest and most talented of all the young men attending the university. His only flaw was his carefree attitude. He honestly was bored with the studies that were presented to him. He always had so much time to kill that he decided to pursue the sport of fencing and began to understand and appreciate the feel and grace that a sword represented. His movements were well executed and planned several attacks ahead of his opponent. If one were to look into Jon's eyes, he could see an observer watching himself, and another observer watching that observer, critiquing each movement and watching every motion that is made.
He unfortunately, as with all men, has a more difficult time with women and understanding emotions. His pursuits were not completely fruitless, as many young women were more than happy to oblige to his constant and calculated maneuvers in wooing them, however more often than not, his bed was occupied only by himself.
Skills: He is highly intelligent, calculated and thoughtful in both swordsmanship and strategy. He knows how to move very quickly and fight with passion, though he has a low endurance and tires slightly faster than most individuals.
Weapons: An antique rapier that is a replica of an officer's blade of some forgotten war. He has possessed this blade since he was 18 as a graduation gift after finishing at Rosewater Academy for Gifted Students by his father. It has been seven years since his parents were caught in a tragic fire and died in the ruins of their former home. To Jon, the sword has come to represent the mortality of life and the messenger of his own feelings.
Sigil Abilities:Time Manipulation (Explanation: Jon is able to temporarily slow time significantly in an area around his body. Only those with superhuman speed are able to function normally. The longer the time, the more people within range and the larger the area that he is controlling, the greater the strain that is placed on his heart. The more difficult challenge that is placed on his heart, the closer he comes to passing out, or dying.)
Other: Jon came to America to pursue new business opportunities for his father's old steel company only two years after his death. He never imagined he'd be staying this long or have all that has occurred transpire.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 7:03 pm
ACCEPTED! biggrin
Name: 蘇續恬
Pinyin: Su Xu Tian
English Equivalent: Xutian Su
Meaning: Eternal Calm/Peace
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Chinese
Physical Description: Xu stands about 5 feet and 7.5 inches, and weighing about 130 pounds. He is thin and wry, from a combination of studying and lack of physical activity. His hair is parted towards his right, with bangs that hang over the corner of his forehead. The back goes halfway down his neck. His hair is a really dark black, so much that it can almost “blend” into the night sky. He has a pair of silver glasses which he wears for being near-sighted. Even after "sigil influence", he still continues to wear his glasses, for it reminds him that he was once still “normal.”
Personality: Xu is very bright, meaning he learns and is able to “grasp” things incredibly fast. He puts a high value of life and is usually unwilling to end any, even the opponent's. He will fight and passionately so too, but will not or at least try to avoid killing someone. He also carries a deep love for his brothers, whom are still over in China. He tries to look calm (even if he isn't) and has a weak spot for the young and less-fortunate.
Biography: Xu was born in China. His family included his parents, and two younger brothers. Xu's father runs a small business, while his mother usually stayed at home and did housework. Having two younger brothers, Xu tried to make himself an ideal older brother, and role model. Thus during his school years he had made few friends and generally spent all his time studying or otherwise doing schoolwork. Once he was 15, he went to America as an international student. After finishing high school there, he decided to further his education by going to university. His dad sends over money monthly, though it is just barely enough to cover Xu's tuition and board. He met Mike Felt when he was just moving into his apartment. Mike offered to help him unload and to call him if Xu ever needed anything. Xu, however, never took him up on that offer. It has been 3 years since then. Mike sent Xu an invitation to the party and Xu, thinking of how coldly he treated Mike before, accepted. He was late that day to the party (arriving at about the same time the Thief did).
Skills: Xu inherited his love for gardening from his mother. Since she was at home most of the time, she took up gardening as a way to pass the time. Xu learned how to tend his mother's crops and pretty soon he started to garden too. However, unlike her mother, Xu took it one step further. He began taking biology and chemistry classes to further his knowledge of plant and animal life. He also developed a love for exotic plants and flora, favoring them over his mother's crops. Xu is also very artistic, carrying around a journal to sketch down anything he considers “appealing” or interesting.
Weapon: Snake Vine; a vine bearing resemblance to a snake in shape (thus the name). It has limited intelligence and Xu consider it his “masterpiece.” Its head bears resemblance to a snakes head, but instead of fangs it has a serration of curved thorns that inject a extremely potent neurotoxin (which paralyzes the victim but does not kills them) into foes when bitten. The Snake Vine also lacks eyes, therefore it is blind and must be directed mentally by Xu. The length of the Vine is inconstant, for it constantly grows/”ungrows” to adapt to the circumstances. The two share a telepathic link, able to discern each others location and status at any given time. The Snake Vine has regenerative abilities and will usually regrow when damaged. The only exception to this is for when its burned. Once burned the Vine will either retreat underground or into Xu's bag to recover. The Snake Vine can also “divide” itself by creating multiple heads, to a maximum amount of 6. Each head can be directed to do varying tasks. It is deceptively strong, able to easily pull a full-grown man to the ground with one head. However, it would take at least two to constrain (as in to stop mobility) an average Host.
Sigil Abilities: Nature Based: Generally control/manipulation of flora and insects. Specific abilities are as follows:
Bio-personification: Xu can also animate plants and trees, meaning give them a certain degree of intelligence and the ability to become mobile. This takes energy a substantial amount of his energy and he would be somewhat exhausted after animating. The general rule for this technique is that the bigger and more complex the plant is, the more energy it is going to consume. Animated plants will stay so for 10~15 minutes, until Xu runs out of energy or falls unconscious, which ever comes first.
Bio-mutation: Xu can create artificial bio-life from drawing his energy from the “well” and then implanting the energy into an existing creature. By artificial, I mean not natural. That means if an organism can do something that it usually can't do (animation aside), that would usually mean that it has been mutated by Xu's energy. The Snake Vine is an example of Bio-mutation. However, unlike the Snake Vine, Bio-mutated creatures will usually die/wilt shortly after mutation, due to the imbalance of genes and DNA. The rule here is the more extravagant the mutation, the more energy required and thus the more energy spent.
Other: Xu is pronounced more like Shu instead of Su
Xu carries around a light, soft yellow “messenger” bag wherever he goes. The bag contains a book on biology, his journal (which he draws in during free time), his phone, music player, the Snake Vine (when it is dormant), and a few bags of seeds. The seeds are mainly fruit seeds, for when in emergency he can use to grow some fruit trees for food. While he could just summon a fruit tree, he finds it consumes less energy to just accelerate the growth of a seed. The time it takes a accelerated seed to grow into a fruit bearing tree is about 5 minutes.
Xu also has a pet cat and bird, given to him by by his mother when he went over to America.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 10:35 pm
Eden:
Character Name: Sir Lucius Smith
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Race: English & Ukrainian.
Physical Description: He is tall and stands confident, yet comfortably, exuding a sense of calm at almost all times, and is in obviously in good shape, weighing about 150 pounds and well toned, almost all of his weight stemming from muscle rather than any fat. He has thick, brown hair that runs over his ears to his neck and just barely in front of his eyes. Resting on his head among his mess of hair was a pair of brass-rimmed, protective goggles.
His face was young, tan, and smooth, showing absolutely no signs of growth and as a smooth, yet angular chin. His somewhat thin, well-defined eyes, are a very light brown, almost a bronze, and, such as his posture, exude confidence and lie below thin eyebrows. Just below his left eye is a small beauty mark.
Around his neck, he wears a leather band with several trinkets hanging from it. He wears a white, collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top unbuttoned to the top of his chest. Over this shirt he wears a brown and white diagonally checkered vest. He has a brown, vertically-striped tie loosely tied with a Windsor knot around the collar of his shirt. Over the tie, yet still under the collar, Lucius wears a long gold chain around his neck with several keys hanging from several points. Just over his heart hangs a simple, brass pocket watch attached to a leather band from which a single key is attached.
On his hands, he wears fingerless, brown leather gloves and he wears leather bracers on his wrists.
Around his waist he wears a simple brown, leather belt holding up plain white pants with brown material on the outside of each leg. Strapped to his right leg was a leather holster holding his red9 along with several pouches attached to the holster and belt. On his feet he wore rough leather boots.
Over all of this, he wears a fitting brown, collared coat with several pockets and no buttons.
Personality: Lucius is extremely laid-back and has a “been there, done that” attitude. He enjoys conversation with nearly anyone about just about anything, but he tends to get excited when the mention of travel or far away places comes up and has numerous stories he enjoys sharing with anyone who will listen no matter the time. While he enjoys the company of others, he still prefers to distance himself from the main group and absolutely refuses to stagnate in one area for too long.
If he is forced to stagnate for too long, he begins to feel down and eventually irate.
Biography: Lucius was raised a single child in Ukraine for thirteen years and was homeschooled for three years before enrolling into a public school. Throughout school, Lucius usually got in trouble for bad-mouthing the teachers, wandering off the school campus, and for a few cases of theft. They never expelled him, however, due to his good, but not great, grades.
At the age of sixteen, Lucius dropped out of high school to explore the world, tired of being cooped up for so long. Since then, Lucius has been to every continent, many of the states, to some of the most remote places in the world, and has learned a great deal in his adventures.
He has only recently returned to the States within the year after recently obtaining some strange powers and encounter a group that calls themselves the ADAMS.
Skills: Basic survival skills, rock-climbing, some basic hand-to-hand combat skills, gunmanship, sleight-of-hand, wordplay, extensive tinkering, mechanics and engineering skills, some basic hacking skills. Speaks fluent Ukrainian but rarely utilizes it along with several other obscure languages, very minor piloting skills.
Weapons: Red9, KA-BAR utility knife, Mark I trench knife
Sigil Abilities: Machine
Other: Lucius has a great sense of direction and has a vast amount of random knowledge and miscellaneous small skills gathered and learned from his adventures.
Also, he has a small, robust-looking robot consisting of a hemisphere chassis with many exposed wires and gears underneath and four, legs resembling that of a spiders sprouting from underneath. A small camera, shaped much like a spotter, attached to the front to grant the small machine vision. Lucius calls Lafayette. It almost never does much more than rest upon his shoulder.
He tends to have a habit of taking things that don't belong to him.
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Character Name: Finnegan Driskoll
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Irish.
Physical Description: Finnegan is just below six feet tall and he weighs roughly 140 pounds, but it’s all muscle. He has long, wavy brown hair that he slicks back and green eyes. He has fair skin, as most Irishmen do, and his hands are large and his fingers slim, ideal for gripping. His jaw is square and handsome, he has five O’clock shadow.
Right now he’s wearing a white t-shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket as he’s going to Mike’s party.
Personality: Finnegan is a very outgoing man, also kind and generous, but quick to anger. He is very opinionated about what’s right and what’s wrong and won’t let somebody he cares about ruin their life. He will also stand by someone he cares about even if they’re wrong or deserve what they got themselves into.
Biography: I was born and raised in Olympia, Washington by my Irish mom and dad. I was second-born, my half-brother, Saieve, was first-born and had a Hispanic father.
From an early age, I took after my older brother and would always choose climbing over things and taking the most direct path rather than going around. Because of this, I took up Parkour with my Saieve, followed soon by free running and, like my brother, I was a natural. Though I wasn’t quite as good as Saieve, I was still among the top in our state.
As my mother feared for Saieve’s safety, she feared for my own even more due to my age. She insisted we enlist in martial arts and I have been practicing a variety martial arts since the age of ten because of this. I stuck with it because it seemed to go well with my other practices, but mostly because I wanted to be involved with the same things my brother was.
Skills: Parkour/free running, martial arts (fighting, hand-to-hand, weapons, knives), running, running, running. Talking, he has quite a way with words.
Weapons: Four inch pocket knife.
Sigil Abilities: (We'll get to this eventually. Not yet - you don't get to start with your pretty little powers.)
Other: Finnegan has a smooth Irish accent. He also has hyperglycemia.
Alliance: Hosts
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GENome:
Controlled By: NativeForeigner
Name: Saieve Driskoll
Age: 21
A Bit About Me: I was born and raised in Olympia, Washington with my Irish mom and step-dad. My real father, a Hispanic man, left my mother before my birth. Eventually, she found another man, they married, and my half-brother, Finnegan, was born three years later.
From an early age, I would always choose climbing over things and taking the most direct path rather than going around. Because of this, I took up Parkour, followed soon by free running and I was a natural, becoming on of the best in the state by age sixteen.
Early on in my free running career, my mother feared for my safety and insisted I enlist in martial arts. I have been practicing a variety of martial arts since the age of thirteen because of this. I stuck with it because it seemed to go well with my other practices.
About three years ago, I woke up in an alleyway with my head banging. I figured I had just fallen from the building, but I just can’t seem to remember anything from that night.
I Look Like: I am rather tall, about six foot one and slim. I weigh about 145 pounds and it’s all muscle. I have short, wavy brown hair that I usually spike up and almond-shaped brown eyes. Around summertime, when the sun is shining, natural streaks show up in my hair. My skin is rather tan, much more than my brother Finnegan’s, and my hands are large and my fingers slim, ideal for gripping. I have somewhat large feet, I wear a size fourteen shoe.
Right now I am wearing what I always wear when I run, a pair of black workout pants with a white stripe on the right leg, a white t-shirt, running shoes, and fingerless leather gloves and I’m cleanly shaved.
Currently, I: am free running through the city.
Anything Else?: Saieve is half Irish and half Hispanic. Doesn’t get sunburns because of his heritage. Is “double-jointed” in his elbows. Speaks Spanish fluently
Biotic Powers: Slaughterfist
Alliance: Adams
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 1:17 pm
Character Name: Hiyasmin Navarro
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Race: Filipino-American
Physical Description: Hiyasmin stands an 5'0''. She is very active, so she keeps her hair short- about chin length- and usually clips it back out of her face. She is lean and well toned from years of karate. She has a heart-shaped face and creases in the corners of her eyes from smiling so often. Her most distinguishing features, however, are her unusually manly hands and feet, which she inherited from her American father.
She isn't very feminine and avoids dresses and skirts. She usually wears tank tops with sweat pants or basketball shorts. She is a tomboy, and chooses not to wear makeup- it's too mainstream and superficial for her taste. Her sigil powers rely on physical contact via her hands, so just to be on the safe side she dons a pair of gloves (workout or leather depending on the weather and occasion) in public.
Personality: She is generally boisterous and good-natured, but pugnacious as well. When she is offended or feels threatened she attempts to laugh it off, but when this doesn't work she quickly turns sour and uses her fighting skills to get her way. She is very proud of those skills, and likes to silently boast her strength by wearing clothing that reveals her muscled arms and legs.
Biography: Hiyasmin was raised in the pine forests of Maine somewhere outside of Berwick. She was a daddy's girl, and grew up roughhousing with her three older brothers. She spent most of her time fighting with her brothers, fishing and hunting with her woodsman of a father, and playing outside, climbing trees. She began attending karate classes when she was eleven years old.
At school she instantly surrounded herself with boys, whom she found better company than girls. She felt awkward making friends with girls because she found them to be dull, fickle and all around less fun to be with. She both blames and thanks her father for this. Her freshman year in high school she picked up soccer, which she stuck with until graduation. She never quit karate and rose to black belt level. She decided to put her combat and shooting skills to good use, and went to get a degree in Criminal Justice.
She is currently out of college and aspires to be an FBI agent, but for now she just wants to enjoy a year off to travel. Unfortunately, she cannot throughly enjoy herself. Her powers concern her, and after hearing rumors of underground groups of people like herself with similar ideals and those that oppose them she is considering using her powers for the greater good just as she would have used weapons to do so in the FBI.
Skills: Specializes in hand-to-hand combat and long-distance running.
Weapons: Thanks to her father she is an excellent shot with a rifle, but she prefers using her hands and feet.
Sigil Abilities: Water Based: Hiyasmin can both dehydrate and drown an object (or person) simply by touching them, but only to a small extent. She can usually control it, but when things get heated she tends to slip.
*When absorbing water she releases it through her pours. She would drown herself otherwise.
*When expelling water she must rely on the water inside her body. She has to be extremely careful, as this is the dehydration process in reverse, and is potentially as dangerous for her as it is for her opponent.
*She has another ability with which she can move small amounts of water through the air, and control its path and force with which it moves. The speed of the water’s movement is relevant to that of her own, meaning the limit if the water’s power is the same as her own strength. This ability is really only useful as a distraction.
Other:
And now... we wait.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 5:20 pm
Character Name: Stetson Schraeder
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: German/Scottish mutt
Physical Description: Rather short, Schraeder is proportionately muscled, rather like one would imagine a dwarf (except Schraeder is about 5'6"). He is pale, but more from genetics than any lack of sunlight. He has a tribal-esque tattoo on his upper left arm, and a long scar on the underside of his chin that extends only a little onto his face itself. There are barely-noticeable (even to those that know it) bags under his eyes.
Personality: Schraeder is an interesting mix: he can go from totally laid-back when the chips are down to completely serious when there's no actual need. Generally, however, Schraeder is a rather serious figure, though not cold at all. It's just that he constantly thinks about things, and tends to forget that people are around or even talking to him.
Biography: Schraeder is a university student, having entered the school with high but not abnormal marks. His schooling was not particularly eventful, since he tended to be distant from the other kids.
He went on to the state university and took up a position on the school paper, since keeping up on events interested him. He has gone to Mike Felt's July 4th party in order to find out what the local society is up to. This is both for the paper, and for his personal desire to learn more about social interactions - God knows he was lacking.
Skills: Schraeder can solve a Rubik's Cube (and indeed, most complex puzzles), in 30 seconds or less. He can psychologically analyze a person within a few minutes' conversation with them. He is also a rather good actor, excellent at changing his voice and mannerisms. He is a rather skilled driver as well, including boats and, to a lesser extent, planes, due to a brief interest in private piloting.
Weapons: 4-inch pocket knife that was a gift from his father.
Sigil Abilities: Space - Schraeder uses short-range teleportation.
Other: Schraeder is quiet and tends to observe, but when he takes action he does so decisively and can rarely be stopped.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 10:36 am
Controlled By: [KillerWarrior13]
Name: [Andrew Ross]
Age: [27]
A Bit About Me: [I was born in Wisconsin near Milwaukee. When I was seven my parents moved to Michigan to be closer to the grandies. My father had been an abusive alchoholic for the first thirteen years of my life until a bar fight landed him in the morgue. Years of depression pushed me toward a violent lifestile. Over time I managed to control myself a little and became more outgoing. I tried out for several sports, but my methods of play were all considered to be dirty so I tried out some Underground Blood Matches. The rules were simple, first man to draw blood wins. As to how you did it, it was free game. I was one of the best fighters in the league, and earned the nickname "Tank" while I was there.
I met a girl in High school and we had our fun while it lasted. When she got pregnant her parents never wanted to see me again and they sent her to live with her grandparents over in California. After high school I moved out on my own and got a job as a cashier in the local grocery store, but I hated it with a passion. Alchohol and constant bar visits solved that problem for me. I got caught up in a bar fight against two other guys and ended up seriously injuring both of them. I spent some time in the slammer because of my actions, and I had to change my outlook on life. I've learned to calm my head and the court ordered I take some anger management. The good old days of fighting and drinking were gone now and my old girlfriend managed to get back in touch with me. I have a nine year old son named Jack and I send them a good portion of my paycheck through the mail. I visit them from time to time but for now we're staying where we live currently. I've got my life back now and everything seems to be going great. I even started work as a construction worker two months ago.]
I Look Like: [I'm very fit, around 5'10" in height, and I weigh about 200lbs. I like to keep my brown hair short and raggy styled. My eyes have always been dark blue, but recently they've been lightening up. My preferred apparel is a long black t-shirt and a white hoodie sweatshirt with the word "Tank" on the back of it between the shoulderblades. I also like blue Carpenter pants with my nice pair of black, steel-toe boots.]
Currently, I: [Work as a construction worker in a small town of Michigan.]
Anything Else?: [I'm a proud payer of child support.]
Biotic Powers: [Quillbody]
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 1:30 pm
I am the hero!
CHARACTERS COMING SOON
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 7:01 pm
I mustn't run away!
Controlled By: [Tengi_Avalon]
Name: [David Edward Vargas]
Age: [26]
A Bit About Me: [David was the son of an Army ranger and a fighter pilot. Most people expected little Ed, as his parents called him, to be tough as nails like his parents, however that was far from the truth. David was a weakling, spending far more time reading comic books than hitting the gym. Truly the only thing he ever excelled at was cooking, some even called him a “confectionary genius”. Raised by two ex-military parents David had a hearty dose of national pride, he decided to join the military where he became the company cook. Naturally, or he would have no place in this tale, David was approached by GenPharm to become a whole new man. After the virus program was canceled, with his memories tampered with David retired after four years of service and started his own American Bar & Grill with his pension and saved money. While still a brilliant cook, David, still Little Ed to his parents and friends, was a weak, scared man that feared leaving his own home or restaurant. He has occasionally been known to have fits of bravery, such as his attempt to defend one of his servers from an abusive boyfriend. Although that attempted “talking to” ended with David in the hospital getting metal pins put in his hip and left knee.
I Look Like: [David is a fair skinned American man, while he stands at 6’4” he’s normally slouching looking closer to 6 foot. His long blond falls just below his shoulders, but is normally tied back in a ponytail while he’s cooking. Always seen in a different T-Shirt and Jeans, though occasionally a kitchen apron is over them. His blue eyes are obscured by his glasses and long bangs. ]
Currently, I: [Currently working as a cook in his own restaurant, David spends most of his time there. He’s getting fairly close to one of the older waitresses, Sarah, that works for him. He’s considering asking her to live with him.]
Anything Else?: [Walks with a pronounced limp due to the pins in his leg. Goes by David, as well as Ed and occasionally Edward.]
Biotic Powers: [Slaughter Fist]
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