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BhelliomBlue-Rose Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 11:40 pm
It occurs to me that even if this session is not Scratched, the stage could still use setting. Even if we never get to it, speculating and fitting pieces together is fun. I just bastardized the basic profile, but if you so choose, you could use this one. Or, alternatively, you could gut the original yourself. gaia_nitemareleft Human Ancestor gaia_angelright  You
Your name is Greg Tompson, or 'Uncle' to your niece.
You are old enough to start on the distinguished look, but not too old to flirt with some pretty lady.
You are a bit chatty, to tell the truth. People don't always like the stories you've got locked up in your brain, especially when you dip into nonfiction. You do that a lot. Can't help it, really. You can't stand shady dealing nor the scum that have it done. Exposing their dirty deeds is a fine day's work...
Your interests are pretty heavily tied into your job. You're self-employed as an investigative reporter for any paper you can find, as well as several websites. You tend to get wrapped up in the intrigue and danger of those you shine some light on; it lands you in trouble more often than is good for you. You're also an excellent gambler, about half the time. The other half, you get cleaned and kicked out of the game.
Your favourite quote goes thusly: "Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth." -V.
Your best quote, in your opinion, went something like this: "The choices we make shape the world around us. As we experience the world, we're changing it, a little at a time. Every path is open to the guy that chooses to start putting one foot in front of the other.
...Don't try to pick both up at once, though. Having tried it, it doesn't end so well."
Fetch Modus: Inventory modus. You can store anything in the slots at your disposal, but only one type in each. Your hat is an extra space, as are your pockets. You'd need to equip a weapon before using one, if ever you used one.
Strife Specubi: Writrkind. You regularly perform feats of Journalism that make the wicked cry for mercy from the light of your engorged Sick Burns meter! Cmrakind, as well: it helps in your line of work to have a recording device of some kind upon your person.
Physical Capabilities: You're surprisingly tough for a normal human. Then again, you take a lot of beatings in your line of work. Other than excellant coordination, you're pretty normal.
Mental Capabilities: Ah. Here's where you get a little extraordinary. Being who you are, you get dreams of events, possible and actual. Over your life, they've coalesced into a pretty good map of possibility. You know the routes in and out, the twists and turns they might take. Hells, you know how to bend with them, to guide them. You're not infallible and you get headaches like nobody else from all of that knowledge packed in your skull, but you've got a leg up on the game.
Land: Um. Earth?
Class: Mage: Guide, trailblazer, one cursed by their aspect.
Aspect: Light: Knowledge, Luck, Communication
Prototyping: Ain't your business. It's somebody else's turn to carry that torch.
Other Weird Personal Information
Lover: Well... There have been a few girls; a guy now and again. One notwithstanding, there's not been many that really tugged at my heart.
Rivals: Mainly, Vick Allegar an' his affiliates. That scumbag's working the wrong end.
Calming Influences: ...There's this lady, calls herself Lucy. She tries to keep me from doin' somethin' too stupid.
For: I'm not exactly a stabilizing influence. I just provide perspective.
With: Ain't nobody gonna slow me down! Got too much work to do!
Bros: Zane Underson's a good guy. His heart trips him up sometimes, but he's a good guy.
Pesterchum: ProblemSleuth [PS]
Typing quirk: Ain't got one.
Text color: Uuuh. Grey? Doesn't really matter.
History: ...I started out on a farm. My aunt raised me after Dad passed. When the Allegars bought my farm, kicking us off, we resisted. Auntie died because of that. I moved into the city, and only saw worse. My dreams were always clear, filling my head until it hurt to think when I woke up, but they just got worse. I saw the possibilities, the possible futures. I didn't see many that I liked. The one I chose to bring about led to my death, and the deaths of hundreds, if not hundreds of thousands. But it was the one that would let the people living in it get the chance to do it better.
I became something between a PI and a reporter, digging up the dirty secrets and shining light into the darkness.
Other stuff: I'm an avowed pacifist. I won't hurt anybody myself, and I won't drive others to violence. It makes things dicey sometimes, but that's just who I am. It would be pretty easy to just arrange for the scum at the top to start dropping dead, or to do it myself. I know a lot, after all.
I won't do it, though. I'll get to where I'm going how I choose, and no different.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 5:02 pm
gaia_angelleft Ηυmαn Ancestor gaia_nitemareright  Your name is Vick Allegar Your favourite quote goes thusly: No Comment. - Many a Law Enforcing Individual Your best quote, in your opinion, went something like this: "I do the Things I Do Just to See the Look on your Face as I do them, Despair, Agony, Anger, Sorrow... And all of those other Nasty Nouns!" Strife Specubi: knifekindx4 and grplhookkind. Options are a Good way to Go in a Fight. Class: Knight: Protector of Others and Ones Aspect, Uses Ones Aspect as a means of Attacking and Defending Aspect: Void: Nothing, Secrets. Other Weird Personal Information Lover: One Wife. Only Done to Father My Child. Rivals: A Delusional Reporter. Calming Influences: None Required For: With: Bros: You Mean Pawns? Zane Underson is my most useful Toy History: ...I am The Man Responsible for Keeping Tabs and Pulling strings within the US Government. Quite a feat for a 35 year old, but when people leave their guards down they tend not to even notice it at all, it was this Lax in their Personal Defenses that allowed me to climb the ranks. My "Wife" Amassed unthinkable amounts of Wealth under my leadership so even When my actions are Noticed, It Magically Disappears. There are Threats out there That I am Eliminating... But do Trust me When I say... "I'm On Your Side." Other stuff: File Name: 111111 Subject Matter: Classified: ____ _______ Codenamed: Butcher, Has Established __ Orphanages Taking in a Presumed _00 Orphans into a proposed Camp in which the Children are put into Marine Training. and Immediately Sent into War zones in Athterem Territory. Out of the original _00 Orphans one has survived _ years since being abducted at the age of __ Has Since Become Butcher's Personal Bodyguard and doesn't remember anything of Prior Battles
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2014 5:11 pm
gaia_angelleft Ηυmαn Ancestor gaia_nitemareright  You
Your name is... Lucy Wholock (Her nickname is Mockingjay)
You are... - 21 yrs old
You are... She's a laid back girl with a big heart for her friends. She will be serious when appropriate.
Your interests are... Music, Books, and Chemistry (<= Guilty Pleasure)
Your favourite quote is... “Music acts like a magic key, to which the most tightly closed heart opens.” - Maria von Trapp
Your best quote is... "If you have a passion, for example, music. Music can be really hard, it really is. If you love it so much, fight for it with all of your might."
Human Specifics
Guardian: My serious, but lovable, father.
Home and lifestyle: The house is a three room apartment. It's clean as the clear blue skies. Her room has posters of her favorite singers and a chart of the Periodic Table over her bed. She has a lavender purple lab top with a white lily decal on the middle top.
Combat and Inventory
Fetch Modi: CD player. It would be able to 'record' the items she puts into it.
Strife Specubi: Bow and Arrowkind. It has an old fashion look like it was from the legendary hero, Robin Hood, himself. But at the ends of the bow, mockingbirds are carved perfectly on.
Physical Capabilities: She can run fast, and she's also very flexible; She's flexible enough to twist her arm completely towards the other way.
Mental Capabilities: She's very creative and smart about things. She thinks of more options than others would normally. The only thing for her is that she can't think that fast or else, as she would feel, chaotic.
Sburb Open Beta Details
Land: The Land of Remixes and Shock
Moon: Prospit
Class: Slyph: A healer, one who helps with aspect
Aspect: Heart: Soul, Emotions, a promise, Being Yourself
Prototyping:
Headphones + Lab top= Natures Sound
Chemicals in (seperate) bottles + inked-out comic books = Chemical X
Chemical X + Arrows = A Grimdark Nightmare
Bow + Chemical X = Poisoned Hummingbirds
Clothes + Chemistry Starter Set = Chemist in Disguise
Chemist in Disguise + old Steampunk goggles = Rocket Science
God Tier Achieved?: (You cannot have this as yes IMMEDIATELY. When it is achieved, make sure to list what sort of powers your character has.)
Pesterchum Information
Pesterchum Handle: fantasyDreams [FD]
Typing Quirk: Normal text.
Text Color: Fushia
Other Weird Personal Information
Lover: I haven't found one... yet.
Personal Rival: I don't believe in Rivals, just people your just annoyed with. That would be no one.
Calming Influences: What's that? Never heard the term before.
For: Who?
With: Huh?
Best Friend: I got a lot of friends... how can I choose!
Anything else?: The only thing you can know about me is my life, right now, is probably my biggest struggle I'll ever have.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2014 4:20 pm
gaia_nitemareleft ΤrΘll Ancestor gaia_angelright
You are a tall, sturdy lady of stern demeanor. Your hair is kept short, despite your horns sweeping back past your head. You don't really wear much, most of the time; don't need to. Battle is one thing, a relaxed garb tends to put others off their guard, giving you an advantage. Setting your skin a-glow is another tool, if properly timed. Generally a loose robe or dress of some sort will suffice; usually linen.
You
Your name is... Seirev Raeine, or the Peacable.
You are around 120 sweeps or so. Something to that estimation.
You are, in a word, regal. You don't hesitate to help those close to you, or even just around you, and your retribution against those that harm them is similarly without pause. You aren't very good at relaxing, though; there's always one more hill to take and one more dispute to mediate.
Your interests are tied up in the quiet things in life. Cooking (even though your diet is mainly liquid), reading (you don't have to hide from the sun, so lighting is not an issue), and even writing a bit (...You'll admit that you aren't that good besides writing inspiration). What you like to do, however, is mostly irrelevant. You're a warrior in service to the Empress, leading her forces where they need to be. You've served your sweeps off-world, expanding the empire, and this position could be considered something like retirement... Or it would if it meant that you did not need to wax ashen for EVERY SINGLE ACCURSED SENTIENT ON THE PLANET IN ORDER TO KEEP THEM FROM KILLING EACH OTHER.
Your favourite quote is "Anyone who has ever looked into the glazed eyes of a soldier dying on the battlefield will think hard before starting a war." -Otto von Bizmark.
Your best quote is as follows, according to one of your troops: "You have taken what is not rightfully yours. Lives, land, property, dignity... the list goes on. You have never met your superior on the field. More accurately, you have finally become such a nuisance that one was required to take the time out of their schedule to deal with you. You will not be given trial, nor chance to tell your story. You will not have the opportunity to take another life.
Not. One. More."
Troll Specifics
Guardian: Your lusus, Batmom, did what she could, but tragically passed away some sweeps ago, poor thing. Sign: Earth Blood color: Jade Psychic capability: You are an empath, feeling the emotions of those around you. You cannot directly control their actions, but this gives a needle-sharp insight as to what their next actions will likely be. Home and lifestyle: You grew up in the Mother Grub's caverns, as most jadebloods. You kept sneaking out to fight with other trolls, whether you won or not. When you were eight sweeps, you signed onto a naval warship and never looked back. Your service earned you recognition, and it spiraled into a prominent military career...
Combat and Inventory
Fetch Modi: Dragontooth specibus: When captchalogued, each item becomes a marked tooth, which you keep in a small pouch. You throw one to the ground when retrieving something, and it will sprout from the earth where the tooth landed. Strife Specubi: Axekind. You prefer to work in singular, decisive strokes. You do not swing unless sure of a kill. Physical Capabilities: You tend to slip yourself into a suit of powered armor when the need for battle arises, but that is as much for the protection of others as yourself. Your hunger for blood (in several ways) is aroused by adrenalin, and you keep yourself tightly controlled whilst in it. Out of it... You're stronger and faster than any troll short of seadweller with your build has any right to be. You are more durable than most, as otherwise you'd break your own bones and snap your tendons. Mental Capabilities: You are a sharp tactician and commander. Thanks to this, you've seldom met your match on the battlefield for long. You are well-attuned to the flow and ebb of battle, which is much to do with morale. This in mind, you are a master of psychological strategy, fear tactics, and bolstering the morale of your troops. Class: Rogue, one who steals their aspect in order to give it to others. Aspect: Hope, possibility, or strong belief.
Pesterchum/Trollian Information
Pesterchum Handle/Trolltag: SavageMatriarch
Typing Quirk: VV replaces M, and your P's are iron-grey, to symbolize your axe.
Text Color: Jade
Other Weird Personal Information
Matespritship: Not many catch your eye to begin with.
Kismesis: Not many survive you; you are currently having issues finding a rival.
Auspistices: It is your official thrice-cursed position.
For: Everybody.
With: All of the bodies.
Moirallegiances: Do you not wish you could see your dear eccentric doctor more often...
Anything else?: Perhaps unusually, you have kept track of your descendant, in case she showed a talent for battle. She has not as yet, but there is still time.
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BhelliomBlue-Rose Vice Captain
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BhelliomBlue-Rose Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 4:57 am
gaia_nitemareleft ΤrΘll Ancestor gaia_angelright
You are a troll of middling height (for an adult troll of your caste) and slender frame, rather thin and malnourished for your size. ...You have to be careful of your horns sometimes, coming through a door. You don't bother dressing up, rather staying in your lab clothing whenever something's required. You usually slap on a cloak when you have to go out, more for utility than anything. Often, you look something like this.
You
Your name is... Nevrin Termin, the Surgical.
You haven't bothered keeping track of your age for sweeps. You're around 400 sweeps or so, and that's not a bad span for your caste. You've got more important things to worry about, like dealing with the spill-over from various conflicts and wars on the planet.
You run a mediculler facility open to all castes, mutants included. You will do all in your considerable skill to bring your patients to the very peak of vitality that conditions permit. Payment is not required, as you've obtained an Imperial charter, which takes care of funding. While they're under your care, you make certain no being will bring them harm; forcibly if needs must. To that end, you've converted the grounds around the facility into a deathtrap, aside from a carefully marked pathway leading to the front. Should hostiles make it to your gate, you tend to poison them, kill them, and hang their bodies out front as warnings.
Distractions like that aside, you prefer to keep to your passions: healing, research and learning. You've also picked up an affinity for baking somewhere.
Your favourite quote is "Just a heads up: we're gonna have a superconductor turned up full blast and pointed at you for the duration of this next test. I'll be honest, we're throwing Science at the wall here to see what sticks. No idea what it'll do. Probably nothing. Best-case scenario, you might get some superpowers. Worst case, some tumors, which we'll cut out." -Cave Johnson, a famous scientist! ...He might be fictional. Still a great line!
Your best quote is as follows, according to one of your troops: "Could I help anyone by refusing to look and learn from those that suffer? No, I won't close my eyes like that. At best I condemn what few are misfortunate enough to bear similar marks to fates worse than will befall these. Don't throw your petty morals at me."
Troll Specifics
Guardian: Your lusus was a truly massive barkbeast, something more in common with the ancient giants in stature than its brethren of today. You often regard its bones fondly. Sign: Uranus Blood color: Indigo Psychic capability: If it weren't for your mental slipperiness, you'd have died long ago. Your mind slides most powers that would affect your mental state to the side. It's like you're a smooth, round stone in the streams of psiionic energies. Home and lifestyle: You've been curious about others for as long as you can remember. Perhaps that was what got you into dissecting the things your guardian brought home. Or maybe you just liked blood on your hands. Whatever it was, you've obtained a high position as a Mediculler, operating under Imperial sanction, and your facilities reflect that in quality. Your interests, as stated above, include SCIENCE and baking.
Combat and Inventory
Fetch Modi: Handy coat-pocket modus. You have what could be best described as an extradimensional space in your coat pocket of about 10 meters cubed. In that space, you just sort of pile everything in. If whatever you reach for didn't automatically find its way to your hand, then you'd be forced to look for another fetch modus. Intent seems to matter, so you keep your thoughts focused when you reach for something. Luckily, most of your weapons have safety guards at first.
Strife Specubi: Pwrtoolkind. You can rip and tear almost without peer with your Home-Improvement arsenal! So well, in fact, that most don't realize you have almost no idea what you're doing in a fight. Poisons don't really count as a weapon, they're something in the nature of an accessory. ...But they're so often used that you have to admit, they're a starring feature in any fight!
Physical Capabilities: You're fairly high on the hemospectrum, so you're pretty tough, and you're stronger than you look, which isn't saying too much. Your particular shine in the physical arenas lies upon your speed and agility. Even when you aren't trying to split someone's face with a buzzsaw, you're zipping around your facility as your mind dictates. Which is pretty much all over the place, faster than most can keep up.
Mental Capabilities: You are a brilliant physician and scientist. Your mind supplies you with new and interesting possibilities for damn-near every single thing that catches your attention. The downside to this, of course, is that you don't have much of an attention span once something loses your interest. Old ideas can be pushed out in the rush of new ones responding to new stimuli. As such, you can come across as the absent-minded professor. Whether others over or underestimate you, your unpredictable brain tends to keep them all guessing...
Class: Heir, one who inherits or becomes.
Aspect: Life, unconventional possibility, fresh ideas, cake.
Pesterchum/Trollian Information
Pesterchum Handle/Trolltag: terminalReccommendation
Typing Quirk: Your T's are both capitol and green, and your a's are replaced with yellow @'s. There's also a --@ after each line. Flowers everywhere!
Text Color: Dark blue.
Other Weird Personal Information
Matespritship: That was complicated, once upon a time.
Kismesis: Oh, just some especially loathsome dirtblood. He's not worth description in polite company.
Auspistices: Hmm. Next question.
For: Skipping.
With: Happily moving on.
Moirallegiances: Seirev, of course. Who else would keep her from boiling over and killing everyone?
Anything else?: You're getting annoyed with all of these questions. Perhaps the reader is volunteering to be a test subject for the next round of experiments?
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 9:31 am
gaia_nitemareleft Human Ancestor gaia_angelright  You
Your name is Cory Knuiht.
You are surprisingly young looking, but being a vampire helps, you've guessed. It's helped amass quite the secret little empire.
You're not very verbose, but you certainly enjoy the use of other words. Then again, you DO have a dark past. You suppose many people don't often want to listen.
Also, it's not very helpful that you're often on the right end of a gun barrel.
Your interests are surprisingly exempt from your work. You enjoy exercise and reading, particularly fantasy novels. You've taken an interest in Japanese animation recently, as well. All the kids are about it nowadays, so you decided to see why.
You also have your ex-wife and her kid to keep an eye on. Seems he's up to something interesting.
Your favourite quote is: "I'm gonna ask you a question. How you answer it will determine how this night ends. How does a good man decide when to kill?" - Agent 47. of the Hitman movie. He has a point.
Your best quote, in your opinion, is: "Don't try to be better than everyone. You'll fail.
Just be you and do your own thing, and I'll do mine. Which reminds me..."
Fetch Modus: Loadout modus. You can hold one heavy item, 2 medium items and 5 light items. You can also hold up to 8 items if they have a form of clip. All items are stored visibly on the body somewhere.
Strife Specubi: Sniperkind and Knifekind. Your AW50 and CQD Mark 1 knife can most certainly attest to this.
Physical Capabilities: Remarkably fragile yet agile. You can just about handle a drop from a floor, maybe two with cushioning. You can climb easily though.
Mental Capabilities: Aside from higher perception and reaction speed? Not much else. You're pretty average in other regards.
Land: Earth
Class: Thief: To Take for their own benefit, from others or the universe
Aspect: Time: Endings, inevitability
Prototyping: That's my SON'S job, not mine.
Other Weird Personal Information
Lover: My ex-wife would've been here, but she's currently prototyped with my son's Sprite and a target.
Rivals: Whoever tries to bring that demon back. I've heard enough to know not to let him in.
Calming Influences: ...
For: ...
With: ...
Bros: No-one yet. I've not interacted. Only watched.
Pesterchum: technicallyChaotic [TC]
Typing quirk: Ain't got one.
Text color: Blue.
History: I started off as a generally ordinary kid, sadly enough. Got into the wrong business and eventually became affiliated with the wrong people. Cost me my parents, but gave me a job opportunity that paid very well. And all it took was a trigger pull.
Childhood past whipping pistols out and shooting people was generally boring. Eventually, I got a rifle and used that since - just upgrade as weapons come along.
Teenage years were unique, met a girl and got to know her. Juggled that life with my mafia life, climbing ladders and taking control.
Finally got control around 20, and became a vampire at that time. Perks.
Ever since, I regressed my age a little and kept at my work, supporting my wife until the time around 39 when she left me and started working for herself. Still kept an eye on her - anyone could've gone after the two. Not that anyone succeeded.
Other stuff: I'm a mafia boss leader. If I'm not commanding, I'm killing. If I'm doing neither, then you're lucky - you're probably considered non-enemy by me.
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The Assassin of Chaos Captain
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