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 Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 12:31 am
Ϛᵒᵑᵗᵉᵑᵗˢ
The Hopeless Romantic
The Veiled Observer
The Abyssal Jester
The Tenebrous Mercenary
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:42 am
 "C'est la vie, c'est la mort... c'est l'amour."
Who, me?
Soryuju Ryutetsin
I have a few nicknames…
Sory ; Yu-yus
Ah, to be a kid again...
20
D-O-B?
October 5th
If women are ‘fairer’, what are we?
Male
I'm fonder of the fairer sex, actually.
Heterosexual
What else is there?
Human
... do I have something on my face?
Approximately 6'1" with shoulder-length messy blond hair, vibrant green eyes, and a fair complexion. He's dressed rather sharply, as if he'd been attending semi-formal event before waking up in the Facility. He's wearing a white button-down shirt and, over that, a black blazer. The cuffs and collar of the white shirt come out and fold over the cuffs and collar of the jacket. He has on a pair of black leather gloves, though they're meant for show, not for fighting. He's wearing a black pair of slacks as well, with a nice pair of black dress shoes (luckily fitted with gel soles). He has a choker wrapped around his neck multiple times.
We say we’re complex, but are we ever really?
Soryuju is a rather eccentric fellow, with a few more quirks than he'd like to admit. He has an almost unnatural drive to learn and discover the reason behind anything going on, a curiosity that knows no boundaries. He'll do almost whatever it takes to find the answers to his questions, simply because he has to know. This drive has made him quite an intelligent person, pushing him into multiple scientific fields, such as Physics, Chemistry, and the like. His deep involvement in the sciences has allowed him to be a very objective, unbiased person if the time calls for it. However, more often than not when in the company of friends, he is more of a hyper, goofy jester than anything, seeking to make sure everyone is having a good time and smiling. This was derived from his more compassionate side; though consciously aware of and opposed to it, his subconscious drives him to put others before himself at all times, dropping whatever he's doing to make sure nothing is wrong with his friends. This devotion has had a rather interesting side-effect: for those whom he considers close enough to be family, he has the protective instincts of an animal, practically diving headfirst into anything so long as those he cares about are safe. Beneath it all lies a hopeless romantic who desires nothing more than companionship.
Everybody’s human… right?
He's : Dubious, Indecisive, a Pacifist, Arachnophobic, Practical, Rigorous, a Skeptic, and Stubborn
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you… even when they do not.
Good
Just an average student…
Soryuju was an average child, raised as the second born and younger brother of Vereor Ryutetsin. The two had always been particularly intelligent for their ages, and achieved high marks in school without putting forth much effort; many teachers remarked that Soryuju could easily follow his brother's path if he wanted. As Soryuju attended college, his indecisiveness kicked into high-gear: what to pick? First, there was Engineering, which he immediately disliked; then Psychology, which - while fascinating - didn't really suit him; finally, he decided to go into Education with a concentration in Physics and Biology.
Vereor, having been quite a few years older than his younger brother, had graduated quite some time before Soryuju was even half-way through with his initial four years of university. One weekend, however, Soryuju received an invite from his brother to go to an opera- the two had always loved the dramas, so Soryuju never even thought to turn down the offer.
The last thing he remembers, however, is taking an exam the Friday before receiving the invitation. And now, he has awoken in a strange location with no recollection of how he got there. The place seemed pretty abandoned...
Well, I’ve had a little training, but…
None
… where the ******** is my wallet.
Just his silver pocket watch.
Well, this is new!
Major: Psychic Barriers - The ability to create barriers of psychic energy. These barriers can take various shapes. For now, they're relatively weak (cannot withstand super-strength attacks), and he can only generate them as protection; in the future, this will change.
Minor: Alteration : The ability to take something and change its shape, so long as it retains the same mass. However, for him to be able to alter something, he has to be touching it, and he can only alter so much at a time; as well, biological shape-shifting is almost impossible due to the constantly-changing state of the body (all he can do is mend wounds); Aeromancy : Actually a deviation from his 'Alteration' abilities, he can 'Alter' the air around him.
I’ve dabbled in a few things…
A perpetual student, Soryuju has studied in many of the scientific fields, ranging all the way from Physics to Psychology. And that's just at school. In his free time, he generally writes or practices piano. As much time as he puts into his sciences, as well as his free time on video games, he's also become quite knowledgeable with computers.
It takes a lot to piss me off, but… don’t.
Blue
We all have our preferences.
Skittles, Cats, Dogs, Hanging with Friends, Chess, Reading and Writing, Science, Video Games...
I don’t hate it, but I certainly don’t like it…
Peanut Butter, Spiders (Well, I DO hate those...), Brawn-For-Brain types, Ignorance, Repetition, Assholes
I’m a pretty friendly guy.
None yet
I’m not the type to hold a grudge, really…
No one.
I, uh… haven’t really had the chance.
No one.
Theme Song
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:43 am
 "Science is the Art of God."
I see an introduction is in order.
Vereor Ryutetsin
Stick with formalities, please.
None yet.
Life’s ticking away…
26
The anniversary of the day I began to die.
January 23
As if it's not obvious.
Male
If I had to pick one…
Heterosexual
Mortality is a burden.
Human
Dress to impress... and intimidate.
Approximately 6'2" with shoulder-length straight black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a fair complexion. He is always wearing high-class clothing (when not in his lab coat, of course), usually consisting of a button-down shirt, a tuxedo vest and blazer (paired with a tie, usually dark-colored), as well as a matching pair of slacks and dress shoes.
Few can read me, and fewer read me well.
Vereor is a cryptic man, preferring to work alone and never really giving the full story when asked. He's very headstrong, in the sense that once he sets his sights on a goal, he will stop at nothing to achieve it. Having worked in the fields of science for most of his life, he seems cold, calculating, and distant, displaying what some might consider hints of sociopathy. However, he can feel emotion- he simply suppresses it because he deems it useless. If it comes down to it, he could be considered cruel, perhaps even ruthless, not caring for others.
I seek perfection, despite my humanity.
He's : Arrogant, Callous, Humorless, an Idealist, Intolerant, Overambitious, a Perfectionist, Practical, Remorseless, Rigorous
My goals are mine alone.
Chaotic Neutral
The past is irrelevant.
Vereor was a brilliant child, raised as the first born and older brother of Soryuju Ryutetsin. The two had always been particularly intelligent for their age, and achieved high marks in school without putting forth much effort. Vereor, however, had skipped a few grades, and was in college at the age of 15. Despite his young age, he already knew exactly what he was going into, though he dabbled in other fields nonetheless.
By the time he was 23, he was out of college and looking for a job- and was picked up by none other than Noeria Research. While he worked with Noeria, he became so immersed in his research that it began to become all he could think about. His life was devoted to 'the Project' because of just how much it meant for the world of science. He was so interested, in fact, that in order to earn a spot on the Project's faculty, he volunteered his own brother for experimentation.
Only what's necessary.
A silver pocket watch, his set of Facility Keycards, an iTouch (filled with classical compositions), a ring of personal keys, a small notepad full of scribbles.
I have a plethora of potential.
Vereor has a Doctorate in Genetic Engineering and Computer Engineering, as well as a Master's in Biochemistry, Microbiology, and Virology, (and a slew of Bachelor's as prerequisites). With all of his time in the sciences, he's become quite the computer whiz, as well. He is a wonderful violin player, and has been known to compose music in his free time. He's particularly good at pressing people's buttons, manipulating whoever it takes to get what he wants.
My current occupation is
Researcher in Computer Engineering and Robotics; Also helps in the Genetic Engineering Department.
Current Assignment : _______'s case ; Special Access : Soryuju Ryutetsin's case. Personal Projects : Fallax Aetas's case; Project 'XETUNOS'.
I'll work my way up.
None
Science isn't the only thing I like.
Chess, reading, classical music, composing music, tea, serene environments
These are contrary to my interests...
Disorder, wild environments, more modern 'pop'-y music, incompetency, idiocy in general
Friends are distractions…
None yet
Nobody’s foolish enough to be a hindrance.
No one.
I’ve seen no need to reproduce yet.
No one.
Theme Song
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:43 am
 "Fear. Fear attracts the fearful. The strong. The weak. The innocent. The corrupt. Fear. Fear is my ally."
In the Ancient Tongue, I was...
Samael
But Death has many names~
Xanatos ; Psycho ; Xana ; Grim
After awhile, you just stop counting, ya know?
???
Back in my day... well, there were no days.
Unknown
Oh yeah, I'm packin~
Male
Whaddya mean, I can't ******** a table?!
Omnisexual
Fire and brimstone, baby.
Archdaemon (One of the Original Fallen)
I'm a sexy b*****d, ain't I?
Approximately 6'4" with shoulder-length straight white hair. He wears a large metal choker around his neck, and only the left half of his torso is covered by a ‘shirt’- a mass of belts and buckles at a downward angle, with a strange piece of fur on his left shoulder. His left arm is covered entirely with black leather, straight down to his wrist. His right arm, from just above the elbow, is covered as well. He wears leather pants, the top half surrounded by belts; however, almost his entire lower-half is covered by a harden-leather sarong.
A picture's worth a thousand souls~
Full Demon Transformation
You sure you wanna open Pandora's Box?
Typical State: Xanatos is, put bluntly, a hellion. He is sadistic, chaotic, and wants nothing more than to have fun at others expense. Terror and fear are like foreplay to him, and murder is a favored past time. He can be manipulative and scheming, but only in the short-term; Xanatos is practically hedonistic, only worrying about making himself happy at that moment.
Triggered State: Pretty much the same as above; the only difference is that, with tea/gambling, he no longer cares about 'having fun'. If triggered by tea, he simply takes a seat and begins acting... almost human, though still completely out of his mind; he basically loses all murderous intent. If triggered by gambling, he becomes immersed in the act, thinking of ways to win, almost scheming. However, if the gambling situation allows, he'll still be looking for a way to have fun.
I fell for a reason...
Gambling Addiction, Erratic, Tea Fixation, Hedonistic, Lustful, Murderer, Rake, Remorseless, Cruel, Psychotic/Sociopathic
And it's so easy when you're evil~
Chaotic Evil
You've probably heard of me.
Xanatos was born a demon some eons ago, his natural element of affinity being electricity. Often times, he was feared as the Reaper, Death itself, due to his weapon of choice being a scythe, as well as his startling ability to appear from thin air, the only sign of his appearance being the hair of one's neck standing on end (due to the static in the air). He was always one for a gamble, more often than not doing so with humans for their souls (he wasn't actually death, but hey, who wouldn't like to have such a moniker?). However, this negative habit proved to be a hindrance.
Throughout the modern age, Xanatos had taken to mingling with mortals, finding the current era to be far more delved in sin than any prior (they had come up with centers just for gambling- casinos!). One of the many mortals whom had caught his eye was one named Cage. The mortal was of particular interest to the infernal realm for his research, and Xanatos began to befriend the man. One eve, the young male played upon Xanatos gambling habit and made a bet- that he could not escape his 'Facility'. The bet made, Xanatos entered-
Recently, he has awoken; with no memory of any wager, Xanatos has begun his rampage of the Facility, unaware of what lies in store.
Toys of the Trade~
None (excluding himself)
What little trinkets do I have...?
Three black 6-sided dice, the dots of which are a bright red.
I'll start the party off with a bang, believe me~
Major: Electrokinesis/Electric Affinity : the ability to create and manipulate electricity, including absorbing it from various sources; he can also become electricity, traveling as a bolt of lightning; Demonic Attributes : twice as strong, fast, and durable as a well-built human; also increases self-regeneration speed, but does not increase regenerative potential [can't regrow limbs, but due to his electrical affinity, he can reattach them].
Minor: Shapeshifting : He has limited transformation abilities, including his limbs [can become scale blades or an organic cannon for electric plasma], as well as adding on wings; the only full-body change would be a transformation into his Demon form .
I'm quite the handyman.
Despite his crazed persona the majority of the time, there is no doubt that Xanatos is a brilliant demon. He's been around long enough to pick up on practically all sorts of knowledge, and a maestro of the organ.
I'll bring you to Hell and back!
Red: Xanatos is technically a Red level, due to the fact that he requires a trigger to go insane. The problem, however, is that his triggers are actually a lack of something... tea or gambling, specifically. Tea brings himm to a less chaotic state of mind, and gambling is simply his addiction.
Oh, my favorite!
Tea, Gambling, Power, Games of Chance, Scheming, Death
You suck at this whole 'sacrificial offering' thing.
Lacking tea, Incompetence, Failure
You're pretty low on my to-kill list- kudos to you!
Cage (?)
Yeeeaaaah... you've got until 0. One~
No one specifically
Oh, I will please you, baby~
Too many to count.
Theme Song
When You're Evil - Voltaire
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 7:21 pm
"You want me to care? That'll cost extra." Names are arbitrary.Atrozeon Hyloras/X.E.T.U.N.O.S.Call-signs include:Merc, Ay-Tro, Number 47Old enough to kick your a**.29What's it to you?June 15th You have to ask?MaleTch.HeterosexualIs that a serious question?Human/Unified Bio-AIOpen your eyes.Atrozeon's tall, lithe frame allows him to easily stand out in a crowd, or just as easily get lost in it. With his fair complexion (he's not quite pale, but not quite tanned either), he also had medium length hair that's completely unkempt, tending to grow unpredictably (sometimes with spikes). However, since his awakening at the facility, somethings have been altered- his hair is oddly vanilly-colored and his irises are a bright, steel-blue which slowly slip into a shade of silver around the pupil. Upon XETUNOS gaining dominance, the pupils themselves become shaped like a pointed triquetra. Sorry I'm not some cliché little snowflake.Apathetic, distant, and blunt are three keywords when describing the character of Atrozeon. He cares little for any sort of emotional attachment, and even less for emotions themselves; he radiates a calm indifference at all times. He lacks any sort of honor or loyalty, instead sticking himself with the highest bidder, literally or metaphorically. He's not above playing dirty to get a job done, but isn't fond of using the dirtier methods. He speaks rarely speaks, and when he does, it's usually to point out a flaw or make a sarcastic remark. XETUNOS is, on the contrary, rather eccentric. An early attempt at an artificial intelligence, XETUNOS' programming is somewhat... quirky, due to an oversight in the early stages of data assimilation. Mostly curious about human nature, its main 'goal' is to protect itself- and by connection, Atrozeon. If anything is deemed a threat to itself, XETUNOS will take any and all measures required to eliminate the threat. This happens to be where one of the more hazardous quirks comes into play: it will sometimes deem completely harmless things as hazardous, including (but not limited to) chairs, pencils, and pillows. 'He' is also extremely-absent minded due to its immense curiosity; XETUNOS can be having a relatively deep conversation one moment, and calculating the speed of a bug's flight after being zapped the next, followed by doing cartwheels just to test the effect of gravity. Of course, the latter may just be that he's never had a body before. What, you think you're any better?Aimless, Blunt, Callous, Disloyal, Fraudulent, Humorless, Impious, Indifferent, Lazy, Sarcastic, Skeptic, Selfish, Withdrawn / Absent-minded, Bold, Childish, Deranged, Erratic, Obsessive, Overprotective, Overzealous, Paranoid, Temperamental, Theatrical, UnpredictableWho's the highest bidder?NeutralMind your own business.Atrozeon is a man born and raised in war. His home country was ravaged by war as a child, and he's been seeped in it since, joining his country's military and doing the best he could. It wasn't enough. The side that he'd chosen to defend was defeated, and he was forced to flee and blend in with the victorious side just to survive. After awhile, he grew to realize the errors of his previous allegiance, and came to one conclusion- in a struggle of political power, neither side is ever less 'corrupted' than the other, and money was the only true constant. So, he began to sell his abilities to the highest bidder, improving upon himself with each job, until finally he was hired by some enigmatic corporation to assassinate some low-level goon.
It was a set up. He was ambushed, knocked unconscious, and now... he's found himself in this strange place. One question plagues his mind- what the hell did they do to his hair???XETUNOS (Xenocidal Evolving Tactical Unified Neuro-Operating System) is an Artificial Intelligence prototype built by Vereor Ryutetsin two years ago (it only recently gained the title XETUNOS). In its initial data-assimilation phase, however, Vereor made the mistake of allowing it free access to the Internet. While it did obtain data exponentially faster than it would have taken to manually input, most of the humanity-analysis was corrupted due to assimilating from sites filled with both degenerate users and information on the morally-barren parts of humanity. The corrupted amalgamation was almost immediately deemed a failed project. However, upon the start of the current 'Project', Vereor decided to give the AI another chance. Altering its core functions to meet the desired specifications, he implanted the AI into a small group of nanobots and went to work creating a viable 'cyborg': a cybernetic-organism. He used information gathered from various members of the Facility to create a potent 'living weapon'.These are the tools of the trade. Two 8-shot revolvers (missing), two hunting knives (missing); His body is, in essence, a living weapon; with his technokinesis, he is able to alter parts of his body into a limited arsenal. My effects:Emerald-green shadesYou sure you want to mess with me?Major: Ergokinesis (energy blasts, telekinetically controlling energy-imbued items, absorbing some energy-related attacks) ; Technokinesis/Technological Integration (Including himself; the nanobots can also repair most minor organic wounds)
Minor: Limited Pyrokinesis (fireballs/bombs) ; Altered Sectokinesis (telekinetic slashes of energy, cutting things with a touch) ; Limited Invisibility (Quick movements make him appear as a blur)We all have our strengths; I'm just better than you.Extensive training with guns of any and all kinds; Heightened reflexes; Multiple language knowledge; skilled pick-pocket and lock-pick; great at reading people; pretty strong despite his appearanceI won't hesitate to kill you, you know.Red: While Atrozeon may not have access to the majority of his abilities, upon being put in a position that might threaten his life, XETUNOS obtains dominant consciousness and does anything in its power to destroy the threat. Only after the threat is removed will Atrozeon return, and (for now) no memory of what happened. XETUNOS will also become dominant any time Atrozeon is unconscious, such as during sleep.Can't get enough.Getting paid, being lazy, solitudeUgh, garbage.Muscle-heads, nonsense, needless 'obstacles', pointless chatterMy allies are few and far in-between.NoneYou're in my way becaaaauuuuse...?None (yet)-snorts-None (yet)Theme Song:
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