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 Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 12:03 pm
I'm gonna post stuff here. Ok. Bye.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 12:11 pm
RPC Name: Gabe DSM
RPC Rank: Novice
RPC Class: Berzerker
RPC Element: Water
Skill Names:
• Blood Script of Capoeira
• Blood Script of Rage
• Blood Script of Muay Thai
• Blood Script of Dim Mak
• Blood Script of Wing Chun
• Blood Script of Boxing
Skill Rank: All are A for activation
Skill Description:
Each of these Blood Scripts transforms Gabe's body into the perfect practitioner of whatever style he chooses. Each Blood Script increases the rank of every technique in the style by 2 during the duration. These scripts do not get penalized if drawn while moving. Each script lasts for 5 initial posts. Extra posts cost A rank energy more each post.
- Capoeira: This Blood Script is activated by drawing a Star of David with a Cross on top of it on both legs and arms. Upon activation Gabe's arms and legs morph into something similar to Flex-Feet that paralympic athletes use to run. His reaction time is increased and gains immense flexibility. Abilities that use fists cannot be used.
- Rage: Activated by drawing the Berzerker class symbol on his right chest. Upon activation Gabe gains a fiery aura around his body resembling a demon. This aura will cause those 2 ranks below him to run away in fear, 1 rank below will only last for five posts before feeling completely intimidated and leave. Equal ranking means the opponent is aware and higher ranking enemies won't even notice. While in this form Gabe may break through steel with his Iron Form and Iron with his bare fists.
- Muay Thai: Activated by drawing a triangle on his right leg. Upon activation Gabe's body gains the same durability as if he was in Steel Form. At his elbows sharp scythe like bones are extended to about 9 inches
Dim Mak: Activated by drawing blood on the Chi points in the right and left arm. Upon activation Gabe's eyes turn completely white. His vision becomes only to sense Chi within the area. He cannot see the opponents physical body, but he can discern them by being able to see their entire Chi system. His hands morph into the perfect Chi puncturing tools by becoming essentially two extended fingers. His reaction time in this script is doubled, but cannot perform fist attacks or kicks.
Wing Chun: Activated by drawing a straight line down both arms. Gabe gains two extra arms below his normal arms. They are exactly the same. His speed is decreased by 2.
Boxing: Activated by covering both fists with blood. This script transforms Gabe's fists into gauntlets of energy. They release an explosive blast of about C rank energy with a cooldown of 2 posts after making contact. Only attacks involving fists may be used while this script is active.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 8:07 pm
Full Name: Sir Reginald Von Hellsing The Fourth, Exemplar of Your Royal Highness Lady Lizbeth, Envoy of The Forsaken Lands
Nicknames: Bob
Age: 20
Birthdate: November 6
Gender: Male
Culture: Lumirian
Religion: Valghanst
Languages:
De Facto - Common
Fluent - . Demonica
Basic - Angelica
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: Adept
Title: Citizen
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Bloodline: Daberu
Class: Dragoon
Sub-Class: unlocked at expert rank
Strength: 9 (Mouth Strength: 11)
Speed: 7
Sin:
Gene Mods: None
Energy Color: Transparent
Energy Meter: 900
Element: Fire
Battle Strength: Close Combat, tracking animals
Battle Weakness: magic
Fights Won: 0
Fights Lost: 0
Completed Quests
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B Rank:
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• Adapt Animal D
• Innate Hunting C
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• Beastial Leap E - C
• Telepathy E (Passive)
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Personality: Insane, irrational, Toya, Chaotic
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Quote: "The voices only stop when the blood spills all over me. HELP ME STOP THEM!"
Height: 5'11
Weight: 157 lbs
Eye Color: Red
Favorites:
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• Everything
• All the animals that taste good
• Nocturne
Theme Song: Dexter
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 8:09 pm
 Jeff The Dragon [Dragon]
Rank: Expert
Energy:
Stats: 9/9
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• Thrill of The Hunt
Wounding a creature allows Jeff to track it down and gain a boost of speed +2 when moving towards it. The creature also cannot simply hide from him unless they have some ability that completely makes them invisible to all his senses.
• Hunter's Instinct
While hunting Jeff has heightened senses giving him a 10 ft radius of awareness. Meaning creatures in that area will be made known unless they have some sort of power that can make it harder to detect. However, even if they do have some ability which makes detecting them harder. Potentially attacking him or moving towards him will alert him. If he has eaten a certain creature from before it will be felt within a 20 ft radius.
• Adapt and Survive
Eating part of a creature gives him a temporary buff depending on what creature he has consumed like the Daberu "Adapt Animal" technique.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2017 12:13 pm
Full Name: Charlie
Nicknames: The Boss, God Father, The Don, Captain/Commander. Vitalyavech, The Boogieman, Herald of Vultures
Age: 500
Birthdate: Nov 6
Gender: Male Shade
Culture: Lumirian
Religion: Raphael
Languages:
De Facto - Demonica
Fluent - Common
Basic - Angelica
Nation: Vaet Nocturnum
Rank: Novice
Title: Citizen
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Bloodline: Shade
Class: Knight
Specialization: Commander
Strength: 9
Speed: 7
Sin:
Gene Mods: (if you have any)
Energy Color: Black
Energy Meter: 687
Element: Fire
Battle Strength: Strategic sense, endurance, will power, melee battles, long range battles, leading others, mounted combat, focus in the middle of the chaos of war.
Battle Weakness: Holy light, magic, having to manifest physically to attack, cannot be healed and only use offensively.
Fights Won: 0 (Unoffically 1509)
Fights Lost: 0 (Unoffically 10)
Completed Quests
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A Rank:
B Rank:
C Rank:
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Personality: Charlie is a survivor. His morality is limited by his current situation. He can kill without hesitating. Would he do it for fun? No, but he would to inspire fear in others. His existence as a Shade torments him making him a very melancholical and filosofical individual. He feels contempt for others of his kind and actively avoids them. His personality has simmered down from what it used to be after the trials of life taught him that a calm and collected mind defeats recklessness.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Quote: "Immortality can be a pain when you ******** up as much as I do."
Height: 6'5
Weight: 180lbs
Eye Color: Black
Favorites:
• Black
• None
• Horse
• None
• His memories of Laila
Theme Song:Autumn - Potsu
Battle Theme:False Alarm - The Weeknd
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xxxxxLaila was a gifted young girl. She knew so, because her parents always reminded her. Every single day. She wanted to make her parents even prouder. They were gone so often those days. She needed to really awe them when they came back home. So she made Charlie.
Charlie remembers his inception. What he was before isn't very clear. He'd spent some time of his existence pursuing answers to that mystery. "I didn't come from nothing. That's impossible." He'd tell himself. But no book, Shade, vampire or acient ruin could give him the answers he needed. So he gave up. His existence nawing at him mind like holy light.
His creation, however was ingrained in his mind. Suddenly existing. The girl in front of him. Back then emotion was not something he had discovered so he remained pretty neutral for someone being "born". If he did have an emotion to describe the situation at the time he would have said "beautiful". A small pale girl with hair that almost made him back away from how much it looked like fire. "It glowed." Charlie would say.
He was a slave essentially. When Laila's parents returned to find her daughter together with a Shade they almost destroyed him on sight, but Laila threw herself in front of him. They would have never guessed that their little daughter could have created such a complex creature at her age. And so he stayed with them as the child's protector. Laila's parents wanted something reliable watching over their daughter so they made him become a knight in essence. They made him learn everything there was to learn about the world. Being a Shade he was ignorant to everything. They taught him how to speak, battle tactics, swordplay, sorcery, etc. They even hired a Shade willing to teach him about his own powers. In the span of 100 years, Charlie had become a perfect Knight. His sole purpose being to protect Laila.
Laila's parents were very rich, influential and powerful vampires. Attempts on their estate was rare, but every now and then someone tried their luck. They were quickly dealt with and lady Laila didn't even know. But most of all, Charlie was her best friend. He played with her until she tired. He read her stories about gallient men saving princesses stuck in castles. Charlie now knows he loved that child that had created him. But at the time the feeling was so foreign he didn't even comprehend the fact that he had it. How did a being without emotion know what it felt like?
Her parents treated him in the beginning with a certain disdain and mistrust, but after years together they more or less treated him like a distant nephew. Laila's father, Vitalyavech Marchant, always gave him snippets of fatherly advice every now and then. Such as "Not everything you do in your life will be what you want. Sometimes we must do what we don't want to achieve what we want." That always stuck with charlie the most. He was a man of few words and made sure that when he did speak it was useful. Calm and collected. A man accustomed to war and it's game. All of this imprinted into Charlie as well as the intensive lessons he took. Laila's mother, Julia Marchant, was...Always so...Charlie hates thinking about her. It was because of Julia that the reason for his existence was taken away.
As told by Charlie himself...
"I don't know when Julia died. The shape shifter was extremely able to fool Vitalyavech for so many years. Maybe she'd taken her place even before I was created. Why she took so long to act is beyond me. I had my suspicions though. Small things. Things only a new Shade will notice. Nowadays I would've been just as fooled as Vitalyavech. Back then I wanted to integrate with people. I wanted to learn as much as I could. So naturally I observed the relationship between the three. Something that always seemed off to me was how the cold father could be so warm to his daughter. And the larger than life mother could be cold to her daughter. Maybe I was the problem. I watched over her every night. We don't sleep. She'd walk to Laila's room and look at her sleeping. I wouldn't be on guard, but it seemed off. The way she looked at her. The HUNGER. She must've not expected me to be created. I was the dent in her plan. Who would've planned for such a young vampire to create a Shade? I'd give up all that I have ever earned on my own to have her back. I feel void even after all these years. Protecting her was my duty and I failed. Even if I was sent away. She was my purpose. I should've seen the signs.
Anyways she managed to convince Vitalyavech to send me away. Said Laila needed no more protection since the two were going to spend more time at home. They sent me to a mercenary war battalion. Soldiers for hire and such. They thought I'd make a name for myself out in the world with the skills they had taught me for more than a century. In the beginning it was hard being away from Laila. I won't say I missed her. It's almost as if she was a part of me. I was incomplete. But that faded away. Battle after battle. My mind slowly letting go of it's initial purpose and paving the way for a new one. Battle. It had become my everything. I was good at killing and even better at not being killed. From the time I joined to the day I left to go back to the Marchants I was the only one to survive every battle. I had become second in command. I didn't even have to participate in battles anymore. But the lust for carnage had become too much. Until one day I heard two vampire soldiers talking about the Marchants and how their manor had become a brothel many years ago and still operated. How could such a distinguished family lose everything? I don't remember much after that. My mind went blank. I became a fog of darkness and the first thing I knew when I came to was that I was back 'home'. Decay isn't as strong a word for what they did to the place. I kicked the entrance open and no one paid me any attention. They were lost in their own lust and debouchery. I think I killed every single one of them, but I could be wrong. They disrespected Laila's home. They disrespected me. After so long I remembered what my old purpose used to be and how I so easily forgot about it. So I went to her room. She wasn't there. I remember for the first time feeling helpless. In my existence I've either always had a handle on the situation I'm in or I just don't care if I don't. Now it bothered me deeply. I went to her parents' room. I ******** I don't want to do this anymore. Leave."
Charlie returned to the war group. In the end he became the Captain. All he had were his men at that point. He joined an army no matter how slim the odds were of winning. Many men left due to how increasingly suicidal he'd become with his decisions. He'd become a walking army on his own. They called him the Herald of Vultures. Where ever he went vultures soon followed.
They defeated him eventually. And before killing him the Shade faded away into hiding. In his ruin came the realization that he'd lost everything again.
Charlie set himself up in Luimira. Becoming the head of a large cartel. He sold everything from drugs to women. His ambitions were limitless, however. Once again he found himself losing everything. The only thing he had now were two of his surviving men. (lazy finish will flesh out later)
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2017 3:09 pm
Full Name: Charlie
Nicknames: The Boss, God Father, The Don, Captain/Commander. Vitalyavech, The Boogieman, Herald of Vultures
Age: 500
Birthdate: Nov 6
Gender: Male Shade
Culture: Lumirian
Religion: Raphael
Languages:
De Facto - Demonica
Fluent - Common
Basic - Angelica
Nation: Vaet Nocturnum
Rank: Novice
Title: Citizen
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Bloodline: Shade
Class: Knight
Specialization: Commander
Strength: 9
Speed: 7
Sin:
Gene Mods: (if you have any)
Energy Color: Black
Energy Meter: 687
Element: Fire
Battle Strength: Strategic sense, endurance, will power, melee battles, long range battles, leading others, mounted combat, focus in the middle of the chaos of war.
Battle Weakness: Holy light, magic, having to manifest physically to attack, cannot be healed and only use offensively.
Fights Won: 0 (Unoffically 1509)
Fights Lost: 0 (Unoffically 10)
Completed Quests
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A Rank:
B Rank:
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Sexuality: Heterosexual
Quote: "Immortality can be a pain when you ******** up as much as I do."
Height: 6'5
Weight: 180lbs
Eye Color: Black
Favorites:
• Black
• None
• Horse
• None
• His memories of Laila
Theme Song:Autumn - Potsu
Battle Theme:False Alarm - The Weeknd
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xxxxxLaila was a gifted young girl. She knew so, because her parents always reminded her. Every single day. She wanted to make her parents even prouder. They were gone so often those days. She needed to really awe them when they came back home. So she made Charlie.
Charlie remembers his inception. What he was before isn't very clear. He'd spent some time of his existence pursuing answers to that mystery. "I didn't come from nothing. That's impossible." He'd tell himself. But no book, Shade, vampire or acient ruin could give him the answers he needed. So he gave up. His existence nawing at him mind like holy light.
His creation, however was ingrained in his mind. Suddenly existing. The girl in front of him. Back then emotion was not something he had discovered so he remained pretty neutral for someone being "born". If he did have an emotion to describe the situation at the time he would have said "beautiful". A small pale girl with hair that almost made him back away from how much it looked like fire. "It glowed." Charlie would say.
He was a slave essentially. When Laila's parents returned to find her daughter together with a Shade they almost destroyed him on sight, but Laila threw herself in front of him. They would have never guessed that their little daughter could have created such a complex creature at her age. And so he stayed with them as the child's protector. Laila's parents wanted something reliable watching over their daughter so they made him become a knight in essence. They made him learn everything there was to learn about the world. Being a Shade he was ignorant to everything. They taught him how to speak, battle tactics, swordplay, sorcery, etc. They even hired a Shade willing to teach him about his own powers. In the span of 100 years, Charlie had become a perfect Knight. His sole purpose being to protect Laila.
Laila's parents were very rich, influential and powerful vampires. Attempts on their estate was rare, but every now and then someone tried their luck. They were quickly dealt with and lady Laila didn't even know. But most of all, Charlie was her best friend. He played with her until she tired. He read her stories about gallient men saving princesses stuck in castles. Charlie now knows he loved that child that had created him. But at the time the feeling was so foreign he didn't even comprehend the fact that he had it. How did a being without emotion know what it felt like?
Her parents treated him in the beginning with a certain disdain and mistrust, but after years together they more or less treated him like a distant nephew. Laila's father, Vitalyavech Marchant, always gave him snippets of fatherly advice every now and then. Such as "Not everything you do in your life will be what you want. Sometimes we must do what we don't want to achieve what we want." That always stuck with charlie the most. He was a man of few words and made sure that when he did speak it was useful. Calm and collected. A man accustomed to war and it's game. All of this imprinted into Charlie as well as the intensive lessons he took. Laila's mother, Julia Marchant, was...Always so...Charlie hates thinking about her. It was because of Julia that the reason for his existence was taken away.
As told by Charlie himself...
"I don't know when Julia died. The shape shifter was extremely able to fool Vitalyavech for so many years. Maybe she'd taken her place even before I was created. Why she took so long to act is beyond me. I had my suspicions though. Small things. Things only a new Shade will notice. Nowadays I would've been just as fooled as Vitalyavech. Back then I wanted to integrate with people. I wanted to learn as much as I could. So naturally I observed the relationship between the three. Something that always seemed off to me was how the cold father could be so warm to his daughter. And the larger than life mother could be cold to her daughter. Maybe I was the problem. I watched over her every night. We don't sleep. She'd walk to Laila's room and look at her sleeping. I wouldn't be on guard, but it seemed off. The way she looked at her. The HUNGER. She must've not expected me to be created. I was the dent in her plan. Who would've planned for such a young vampire to create a Shade? I'd give up all that I have ever earned on my own to have her back. I feel void even after all these years. Protecting her was my duty and I failed. Even if I was sent away. She was my purpose. I should've seen the signs.
Anyways she managed to convince Vitalyavech to send me away. Said Laila needed no more protection since the two were going to spend more time at home. They sent me to a mercenary war battalion. Soldiers for hire and such. They thought I'd make a name for myself out in the world with the skills they had taught me for more than a century. In the beginning it was hard being away from Laila. I won't say I missed her. It's almost as if she was a part of me. I was incomplete. But that faded away. Battle after battle. My mind slowly letting go of it's initial purpose and paving the way for a new one. Battle. It had become my everything. I was good at killing and even better at not being killed. From the time I joined to the day I left to go back to the Marchants I was the only one to survive every battle. I had become second in command. I didn't even have to participate in battles anymore. But the lust for carnage had become too much. Until one day I heard two vampire soldiers talking about the Marchants and how their manor had become a brothel many years ago and still operated. How could such a distinguished family lose everything? I don't remember much after that. My mind went blank. I became a fog of darkness and the first thing I knew when I came to was that I was back 'home'. Decay isn't as strong a word for what they did to the place. I kicked the entrance open and no one paid me any attention. They were lost in their own lust and debouchery. I think I killed every single one of them, but I could be wrong. They disrespected Laila's home. They disrespected me. After so long I remembered what my old purpose used to be and how I so easily forgot about it. So I went to her room. She wasn't there. I remember for the first time feeling helpless. In my existence I've either always had a handle on the situation I'm in or I just don't care if I don't. Now it bothered me deeply. I went to her parents' room. I ******** I don't want to do this anymore. Leave."
Charlie returned to the war group. In the end he became the Captain. All he had were his men at that point. He joined an army no matter how slim the odds were of winning. Many men left due to how increasingly suicidal he'd become with his decisions. He'd become a walking army on his own. They called him the Herald of Vultures. Where ever he went vultures soon followed.
They defeated him eventually. And before killing him the Shade faded away into hiding. In his ruin came the realization that he'd lost everything again.
Charlie set himself up in Luimira. Becoming the head of a large cartel. He sold everything from drugs to women. His ambitions were limitless, however. Once again he found himself losing everything. The only thing he had now were two of his surviving men. (lazy finish will flesh out later)
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