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 Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 10:18 am
This is the place you post your characters for Destroyer's Bane. To return to the rp, click here.Cast of Characters:
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 10:21 am
Name: Evie and Nasrin GreenAge: 20Race: BrandedSkills: Evie's skills lie in science, technology, and cars. Preferring non-combat roles, Evie would be the head of communications during Eden and Cleanse missions, as well as part of the development team to make Branded lives easier. She also likes to drive, really fast. A friend of hers may still be waiting to tell her off for stealing her car. Abilities: Evie is a typical human in strength an ability. But trapped in her mind is Nasrin. A demon like presence with blood thirsty tendencies. Nasrin can fly, and has increased strength and speed. Lastly, whoever is in control of the body at the time, can see the other in a mirror.Weaknesses: Evie's control over Nasrin isn't perfect. If Evie's upset, or Nasrin is feeling particularly strong, the pair will switch places in their shared body. Nasrin is compulsive and doesn't consider the consequences to her actions. Evie is selfless to a fault. Chosen Weapon: Evie has a pair of metal fans. While Nasrin using her claws and teeth.RP Title: PropheciesBio: Evie is the only child of a well off family. Her parents are the head of a fairly large international shipping company and as such, travel a lot. When Evie was still a young girl, this meant that she was left home with the nanny most of the time. Like most children, Evie liked to play outside and play with the neighborhood children. While her nanny Marie encouraged this, whenever her parents came home they would ask to meet the parents of her new friends. One after another Evie's friends were deemed unworthy. They were high class family her parents would try to tell her. High class didn't mix with the middle and low class.
A lonely child, Evie was visited by chaotic creature called the "Mad Man" when she was five years old. He told her that she could be one thing. Whatever story creature she wanted to be. Remembering a story her nanny once told her about a man named Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, she picked that. She thought if two of them shared her body, then she could always have a friend that her parents couldn't take away.
That was how it started. Nasrin was created, a small demon like creature who lived in her mind. That first night Evie and Nasrin played patty cakes against her bedroom mirror. But things quickly darkened after that. When Marie came in to check on Evie, Nasrin lashed out. Blaming Marie for taking Evie's friends away, Nasrin took over and killed Marie in cold blood.
A group called Eden found Evie after that and helped her gain control over Nasrin. Evie grew up with Eden, and the sister organization Cleanse, fighting against the Mad Man's forces and helping fellow branded. Picture: To be added. Name: Alias ((Their real name is lost to the ages.))
Age: Early Teens ((3364 really))
Race: Keeper
Skills: Alias prefers a quiet life. You make less trouble that way. They can almost always be found with a book in their hand or their laptop. They also enjoy walks. Though when you can hear all the secrets of mortals around you, it can get a little loud sometimes.
Abilities: Alias is the keeper of the demon of secrets. As such, they hear other's secrets by just being near them. Alias is able to bestow the "Gift of Knowledge" which is basically giving someone else the knowledge of some secret or another. The demon may not always allow this however.
As Alias's general existence tends to be a small secret in itself, they can usually get around without being seen. Also, Alias does not have a physical tongue. So the Gods have granted them with the power to speak directly into people's minds instead.
Weaknesses: Alias's weakness lies in truth. Speak their true name and they will be compelled to tell you whatever secrets you may wish to hear. However, Alias advises caution. Many have been driven mad before from too much knowledge.
Chosen Weapon: Khopesh
RP Title: Lords of the Underworld
Bio: Alias was born the second child of a great Pharaoh, in the fourth year of his reign. Their father and mother sought a power greater then themselves. They cast away the eons of tradition in Egypt, claiming that the old gods were false idols, and only one god was the true god of Egypt. Alias' father claimed to be the only direct link to the god, exalting himself to nearly the position of deity.
When Alias was still a child, their family moved into the newly built city that was dedicated to this new god. Their parents bought the love of the peasants by showering them in gold and other gifts. The peasants publicly worshipped the new god, but yet, Alias could see that the same loyalty was not in their eyes. It didn't take Alias very long to find out that many still worshipped the old gods in secret, fearing their wrath should they not.
When Alias was a teenager, they caused a great disgrace upon my family. To hide their shame, Alias' true name was plastered over from the alabaster walls, and a depiction of their family mourning their death was carved into the burial chamber of Alias' sister. But they couldn't just set Alias loose. Oh no, they knew too much. But as a royal child they were shown mercy. Instead of death, Alias' father had the priests remove their tongue, before exiling them from the capital.
Alias was angry. Alias was disgraced. Alias wanted to destroy their family for what they had done. It was then that the Demon of Secrets found them. It offered Alias a voice. It offered them the wisdom to use their secrets to destroy what they had once called family. Greedy for this power, Alias took the offer, not knowing the consequences.
Alias returned to the city of the one god, and quickly found that with their new powers, no one recognized them. It was there they hid among the shadows, giving the gift of knowledge to those who would best utilize it. And in a matter of two short generations, the dynasty Alias' father and mother had built crumbled. The one god was cast aside for the old gods. The city abandoned for the old capital. And Alias' fathers name and likeness were destroyed from all the walls of Egypt.
It has been many years since those days. Alias has traveled the world many times now, collecting secrets. They have answers to most of the mysteries of the world now.
Picture: No one actually knows what Alias looks like. They prefer to wear comfortable clothes in either black or white. Most common being long black robes. They have black hair that is just past shoulder length, and olive toned skin. Alias usually wears a mask, but only because it's more comforting for others to see a mask, rather than a smooth featureless face. Name: Meia
Age: 125
Race: Kitsune
Skills: Meia is perhaps best at making the most of a bad situation. For example, becoming the official caretaker of the Devil's three headed hound isn't the most glamorous job. But she's made the most of it, so that it is ALMOST fun at times.
Abilities: Kitsunes naturally can sense when someone is close to the point of death. In this ability is how they gain a human form. When they are still young foxes, a kitsune will find a human close to death and befriend them. They will make the coming passing as easy as they can for their human in hopes that the human will give them something to remember them by. It doesn't matter what, a lock of hair, a piece of jewelry. Just something special. After the human dies, with that token a kitsune can take the appearance of their human. Kitsunes can acquire as many additional forms as they like, and which each knew form they will gain a tail.
Meia also has fire abilities.
Weaknesses: Meia is totally disarmed by scratches behind the ears. Without her human's token she is stuck in fox form. And she doesn't like water much.
Chosen Weapon: Magic and Claws
RP Title: A drop in tavern rp from long long ago.
Bio: Meia was born as a cute little red fox many many years ago. She has an annoying younger sister named Carina, and an overly serious studious older brother named Finn. They have an airhead mother, and their father was, as far as they are aware, killed by hunters not long after they were born.
Much like most young kitsune, Meia set out once she was old enough to find herself a human form. She thought that this would be easy. Find a human, sit with them till they die, and boom! Human form. But what she didn't count on was making friends with her human.
Her human was named Marie. A young girl who's death would come swift and unexpected. Meia followed the human around, quickly becoming her friend. She would sneak into Marie's room at night and sleep on the edge of her bed. And would wait outside the house to walk Marie to school or anywhere else Marie might go. At some point during this time, Marie gave Meia a ribbon to wear as a collar.
And then Marie died. She was killed instantly by a car. Meia was there, and howled over her friends body until the other humans started shooing her away.
Meia didn't want to find another human after that. Maybe some day, but she's in no particular hurry. Nor does she particularly have the time.
In recent years, her mother gathered quite a gamboling debt in several casinos belonging to a certain William DeScythe. In exchange for clearing her debts, Meia's mother was employed by Will.
But Meia wouldn't stand by this. Her mother was an air head, and didn't know what Will was like. So Meia offered to trade places with her. At the cost of her soul, her Mother was set free, and Meia became the caretaker of Cerberus.
Meia recently discovered that Will rescued her two siblings from a laboratory.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 12:50 pm
=3 Name: Radiant Grey Age: 17 Race: Half Mundan half human Skills: I dance, sew, and I’m a skilled jeweler Abilities: I have advanced strength and speed from my Mundan blood, though not as much as a pure bred, and have inherited a natural affinity for spiritual magic that I usually channel through movement not words. Weaknesses: I hate fire, though I am strong my defenses are rather lacking, if I can’t move I cannot perform magic. Chosen Weapon: I wear a Veil that I channel my magic through. With it I can teleport short distances. When swung in a circle is transforms into a large Ring Blade RP Title: I don’t have a title Bio: Back in my world Sapiens, what you know as humans are treated with such deplorable status they are little more than nuisances to some of the other races. My origins stretch back to a chance meeting of an unlikely pair of lovers, a Mundan father and a human mother. It was their unification that produced me, a half breed amongst the races. It was my mother however who would show me the way the world saw us. I watched as each day she was passed by, ignored or taunted by others. Her strong resolve and inability to be shaken was a powerful motivator to me to never allow the stares and threats of others get to me. When I was thirteen however her bravery ended up costing her. She was on her way home when she was cornered by an Elveran couple. In their taunts they threatened my father and I, a threat she did not take lightly. She slapped the Elveran woman in the face showing her own resolve to never allow her to hurt her family. As one would expect they did not take this well. The pair followed her home and when we were sitting for dinner they set fire to our home. My father whose sense of smell triumphed over them burst through the front door attacking the Elveran man killing him easily. He turned blood staining his claws and teeth the woman screamed running away. My mother and I ran from our home watching it burn to the ground. As the sun peaked over the horizon the Elveran woman returned with an entourage of guards who took my father and mother into custody on charges of murder, assault and attempt of murder. They were put to death shortly thereafter leaving me alone in the world. I was so angry at the woman for taking my family from me, I wanted to see her dead. If not for a twist of fate I might have attempted just that. I bumped into a man, a human man who reminded me of my mother in spirit. He stood so strong against the stares of others, showing no hesitation as he went through life. He took me in, allowed me to cope with what had happened to me, and most importantly showing me a place I could call home. Eli was a member of a small sapiens civil rights movement. A peaceful organization that had created a small settlement in an attempt to show the other races they were worthy of equal treatment, and that they would not stoop to their foolish level of violence. It was here my heart slowly began to mend, the memories of that horrible night still burden me deeply, I cannot stand fire now. I have even been able to move past what that Elveran woman did. Even though I am not full blood the humans here treat me so well, they show me kindness in a way that I haven’t known since I lost my family. They are truly people worthy of protection. Picture:Radiant Grey (No tail) Name: Cheshure Valentine Age: 20 Race: Branded Skills: Skills? Umm….. Well Evie won’t let me cook anymore so not that… Yukina took away the broom and mop and the vacuum is evil so not cleaning…. Oh! I’m the best at playing tag and hide and go seek! Abilities: I have the powers of the Cheshire Cat! Physics is more of “guidelines” to me as opposed to law. I can teleport pieces of myself and others and I can shapeshift. Weaknesses: The vacuum is EVIL I tell you! And those damn squirrels! ((Cheshure’s lack of focus and erratic nature makes him unpredictable, physically though he is only as strong as a regular human with some heightened reflexes and senses.)) Chosen Weapon: Renault says I’m a “hazard” when I have those. RP Title: I am Eden’s Spymaster Bio: Once upon a time…. No wait… Oh MY BIO! I come from a world much like this one! Only prettier… With less death… Oh and we still have a sun! Anyways, in my world there was this man, who would visit people in their dreams. And if they signed a contract with him they would be given powers based off of their favorite fairytale character. Guess what mine was! When we were turned however the transformation was quite unpleasant, either you were branded with a seal somewhere on your body, or you were given physical alterations like mine, but unfortunately children suddenly being granted magical powers was apparently considered some kind of disaster so most of us were taken in by one of two organizations, Eden, or Cleanse. I was a part of the former. We were a family! We grew up together, learning how to fight and defend others of our kind. We were trained to never kill other Branded but to attempt to help rehabilitate them. Well sorry but that’s all the information I can give, unfortunately we haven’t quite resolved all of those issues. But when I get back who knows, maybe my world will be a completely different one, maybe a reboot! Picture:Here you Go! Ok just kidding, this is meName: Nathaniel Kenneth Griffon, and Noelle Cardes Age: 28, and six months Race: Human Skills: I was an emergency medicine resident before I was imprisoned. I use to run track when I was in high school and learned the basics of fighting and shooting from my father. Abilities: When my brand first appeared I began to develop my powers. They’re something akin to alchemy. I am able to shift the matter around me into something else. Usually my constructions are rather crude such as walls or simple weapons though I can create more complex devices assuming I know them inside and out. Noelle is a different story. She’s too young for us to fully understand her powers yet but they revolve around the manipulation of plant life. Weaknesses: Noelle is both my greatest strength and my most apparent weakness. She’s just a baby and I cannot ever put her in danger. Chosen Weapon: I make my own. However one I always carry, or wear rather, is a pair of boots fitted with shotgun components. When I kick they release a shell, I carry special ammunition to allow me to kick explosive projectiles. While these are certainly are my most dangerous weapons I never use them around Noelle. RP Title: (( Honestly I can’t remember, I changed the names because again I couldn’t remember the originals but I know I have used them before. )) Bio: Our world was just like any other I suppose. We had our flaws and our triumphs. However the amount of good in our world certainly outweighed the bad. I grew up in a prosperous home, my father owned and oversaw a large shipping company and my mother was a stay at home parent. I had two siblings, a pair of younger brothers. Growing up was rather routine I suppose, nice childhood, childish sass, pranks and the like. I went to University and ultimately traversed the boundaries into medical school. However this is where my life became difficult. One day some sort of contagion was released, the public was never truly briefed on the situation. The contagion was a virus of sorts but not a deadly one. It actively mutated a select few of its hosts mutating them wildly to give dazzling powers. Unfortunately the effects also came with a brand that would appear on the person’s body. Normal symptoms of the virus were very reminiscent of a cold, fever, cough, sore throat and the like until finally the brand would slowly manifest somewhere on the person’s body. If left alone things might have carried on well enough. However things could not stay so saccharine. Our government fearful of the consequences of this sudden outbreak decided to forcibly wound up all who so much as showed symptoms of the virus plopping them into camps, forced prisons with guards taught to use extreme prejudice when dealing with our kind. Unfortunately I would not be spared the virus. During my second year of rotations I diagnosed with the virus. My brand appeared just over my right shoulder. Within a few days I was on the nearest shuttle transport my scrubs and stethoscope replaced by prison gray clothes and shackles. I spent the next two years here enduring the punishment for the victimless crime we were all guilty of. There I met a woman by the name of Michelle. A new prisoner who had been diagnosed with the same virus though no brand had appeared on her body. Given the recent uprising of our kind she was imprisoned regardless. The truly tragic part however was her current state, she was seven months pregnant. Though limited I was able to oversee some of her care, though the medical staff was non-existent and food rather scarce. During her sentence she went into labor though somewhat the poor conditions, lack of medicine, or clean supplies made her birth rather difficult. I helped to deliver her beautiful baby girl into the world, but the minute she was born the puzzle of her incarceration was finally solved. There on the little girl’s stomach was a brand. Michelle had never been affected by the virus, her unborn daughter had. Michelle unfortunately died a few days later succumbing to infection that had set in shortly after Noelle’s birth. From there I oversaw the care of the little girl adopting her as my daughter. It had only been a few short months since that day, Noelle’s powers developed rather quickly whenever she cries thorns and vines sprout from the ground around her, and when she laughs flowers and grass takes their place. If not for her powers I might not have been able to keep her alive, some of the plants she creates bear fruit within minutes of sprouting, each containing a strange syrupy liquid that has nourished her wonderfully. Picture:Nathaniel Kenneth Griffon Noelle Cardes
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 12:36 pm
Name: Aiden
Age: 2515
Race: Demon-possessed Human
Skills: Eating candy, magically making candy, eating cake, teleporting to find cake, poisoning mortals to death with poison candy, and looking at awesome dead bodies
Abilities: Teleportation and the ability to sense the dead and dying. Magically generating 3 different types of candy; delicious, life-threatening, and sickening. The power to shape shift to the monstrous demonic representation of Death.
Weaknesses: His heel, ever-present need for death, competing human/demon psyche
Chosen Weapon: Candy and false innocence
RP Title: Lords of the Underworld
Bio: In ages long past, before humanity knew suffering, all sins now known to man were kept in a single box. This box was entrusted to one human for safekeeping, and she failed. One of the demonic entities which escaped from the box embodied Death, and like the rest of its kin sought out suitable bodies to possess. Death possessed a man in the midst of war, a man who had been once dipped in the river Styx, and known as Achilles. Achilles slew his enemies with the strength of the demon, and avoided his own demise, till his bloodlust granted the demon unrivaled power in their shared mind. Achilles was pushed back, and the demon took charge, taking on its own true shape, and consuming what it could of the world of Ancient Greece. The escape of the demons had never missed the gaze of the Gods, but few cared for the mortals enough to put a stop to them - except when they went too far. To escape the Gods to his personal realm in the underworld, the demon rendered Achilles' body lifeless, and fled the mortal realm.
The Gods found disfavor with this, both due to Achilles' relationship with certain Gods in his mortal life, and the Demon's attempts to elude them. So they brought him back, reborn to the world, the same in mind and memory, but a new body that was to grow back into what it was once. But the young Achilles was unable to hold back the demon's powers, still possessing him, and it has maintained dominant control for the last several thousand years. The demon halted the growth of their superhuman body, keeping the false image of a young boy which has proven time and time again to catch his enemies off guard. Yet every day, every minute there exists a mental struggle for control.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2015 8:18 pm
Name: Rika Katysuya
Age: 28
Race: Human
Skills: As a career soldier, Rika is highly skilled in hand to hand combat, and trained on just about every weapon that fires a bullet, and some that do not. Aside from her skills as a standard soldier, Rika is also trained in piloting mobile armors along with other mecha and vehicles, often considered one of the most skilled pilots in the solar system.
Abilities: N/A
Weaknesses: Due to traumatic incidents as a child, Rika’s mind was left a shattered mess. And it took many years of therapy before she was even able to function on her own again. Nowadays, with copious amounts of medication and therapy, she has become more stable, but only just. If she goes for long periods of time without her medication, her mental state slowly deteriorates until she is little more than a vessel full of anger and deadly rage, lashing out at any and all of those around her.
Chosen Weapon: In the absence of any 40 foot tall robotic death machines to pilot, Rika’s weapon of choice is a custom made combat pistol, along with a custom made combat knife. Any other firearms she uses are acquired as necessary for the job she is doing.
RP Title: Mobile Suit Gundam: Never Ending Tomorrow
Bio: TBA
Picture: Rika Katsuya
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 1:33 pm
Name: Ember
Age: ******** if i know
Race: Human
Skills: umm... she can down a bottle of any liquor in five seconds?
Abilities: Like fire, she can be very mellow and calm in certain cases, but when she is set off, she has a destructive temper that could hurt others around her, even her comrades. She also is very independent and absolutely despises it when anyone comes to her rescue. She believes that if you start something by yourself, you should finish it by yourself as well. She can be a bit sadistic at times and often loves to "play with her food" before she completely finishes it off.
Weaknesses: Water, she cant swim but can use heat to her advantage when she needs to avoid falling into a large mass of water, she will take showers and baths but any water that goes higher than her waist she will avoid. She also hates being sober and despises the idea of a virgin martini.
Chosen Weapon: whips and daggers, usually she can ignite anything with in the range of her sight, depending on distance she may need a little more concentration.
RP Title: An Owls Rp, im winging it here cause i cant find her original profile.
Bio: If she tells you anything of her past just know it is probably going to be a lie. there are few things that are certain, She was born in Russia, knows a lot about the Romanov family and the Castle of the Czar. Implying she was either a maid or a member of Nicolas II's family that was killed in the 20th century.
She has tried many times to do what is best for the world, but with every success there is always failure. Once it became expected of her she grew to realize that humanity is a b***h, and people don't always keep to their promises. Mistakes for her turned into nightmares and drinks were the only things that helped her say ******** off to the world. She cared too much it seemed and so she just dissapeared.
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Name: Andrel Trusnik
Age: 215
Race: Centuar
Skills: Proficient in hand to hand combat and ranged weapons, he is more a charmer though, A carefree spirit that likes to dance and sing even though his voice isnt... the best?
Abilities: Andrel has an affinity with plants and some with the earth, it takes a great deal of concentration for him to manipulate the ground itself but plants and animals he can control and convince to work in ways that benifit him easier.
Weaknesses: He hates fire, heat is horrible for his complexion, and sweat just makes him feel gross, Fire brings pain to his friends and although he can defend himself from it he doesnt like not being able to help his friends.
Chosen Weapon: Projectile weapons, bows and arrows he is trained on but he can learn guns quickly.
RP Title: School of Pranks
Bio: Had a difficult time fitting in with the rest of his kind when he was younger so he has wandered for about a centruy learning the ins and outs of the secret world. He knows a lot about diffrent creatures and species, enough to warrent him a seat in the Mystical School of Pranks, labeled as a phys ed teacher, Andrel is pretty sure the head master wanted to do this as a prank. some of these kids can be pretty persistant though.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 2:26 pm
Name: William DeScythe / Armand (Mandy)Age: Older than all of you / ????Race: Demon/ GuardianSkills: God modding, code breaking, being an a**, maestro of music, torture, pranks that tend to get people hurt / Prankster, techie stuff, master chief..wait no.. I meant master chefAbilities: Being a god mod. He can't get drunk. Teleport. Devil related stuff. Lightning. Destroying/Poofing things into nothing. Selective Telepathy / Appearing not god mod type. Magic extraordinaire. Telekinesis and all that other jazz. For purposes of rp, let's say he's weaker with healing and light magic and best with shadow/dark and fire magicWeaknesses: Serena bunny, Bibles, bad music annoys him / People in need. Sucks at falling in love and responding to people that are in love with him.Chosen Weapon: Self / MagicRP Title: Mixture of Owls and others / Probably School of Pranks and the secret behind Armand's real formBio: Basically, Will was the youngest kid of Cameron and Keladri DeScythe. He was the brat that didn't want to conform to normal standards or listen to anyone. Anyhow, eventually, according to Owls, he became the devil Satan Owl and then became even more twisted and stuff. Back in mythology, he has been Hades and stolen a Persephonerena. He is associated with entities that are related to the underworld or hell. He now pretty much does whatever the hell he wants. He married Serena and has kids with her...and...people say he has softened because of the children. Armand is an orphan or just poofed into existence in order to fulfill a certain duty. He is currently sealed in Will's wedding ring because Scythe was lazy. He can appear as a small dragon(ok and maybe sometimes large, but usually small) at this point. Yes, a dragon who can still be the greatest chef in da universe. Picture: Will not in a suit/ Armand human / Armand Dragon
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 6:53 am
Name: Ryker. Let’s keep this on a first name basis… Age: 43 years young. Race: What kind of question is that? Human, of course. Skills: Smoking. Putting up with pranks. Multitasking. Finding people and/or belongings. Talking my way outta trouble. Dealing with people from all walks of life. Distinguishing between friend and foe. Playing chess. Starting a book but never finishing it. Hand to hand combat though I’d rather not fight. Using everyday objects for anything other than their intended purpose. Burning food. Burning my hand on the oven….Listen, are we done here? I feel as if I am just rambling. But they are all legit skills. Trust me, I’m a detective. Abilities: Tying my shoelaces with one hand. Seriously. Powers? Me? Nope. Weaknesses: A certain red head stop sign. That kid has zero street smarts. Hm….Oh. You know the tabs on cans and tins? That breaking is the stuff of nightmares. Nothing worse than going to drink an ice cold beer after a long day only for the damn tab to break off. The world is a dark place….*stares into the distance for dramatic purpose* Ahem. Failure. Which is a trait shared by most. But you see, in my line of work, if I fail it may lead to someone dying. I may not look it, but I have a lot of responsibility. Lastly, having no cigarettes or caffeine. I can’t function without my 6.30am coffee and smoke. Chosen Weapon: My hands and when that fails, a gun. RP Title: Le RP has yet to be made but will/may/probably be released this year…. *Glares at Ma from across the ocean* Bio: You like to know a lot about people, hm? Well, buy me a steak meal and a few beers and I may tell you all there is to know about me. For now, all you need to know is that I am a full time detective and guardian to a young man called Armand. I like to fill my days with all the grit and grind that comes with my job.... whilst looking like a badass emotion_dealwithit I have no immediate family besides Armand. My parents both croaked it when I was young. I married the love of my life when I was 19. She died when I was 23. I found a lost kid at 26. The rest is history. You know….Is this really necessary? Picture: 1
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 5:12 pm
Name: Irian Nor
Age: 20
Race: Branded
1) The Nothing = front and back
2) Carmilla Black = Fore Arms
Skills: ((WORKING ON IT!!))
Abilities: Irian made a contract with the following two storybook characters for his powers…
1) The Nothing = Power negation/removal
2) Carmilla Black (aka: Scorpion) from Marvel Comics = Lymphatic system houses a ludicrous amount of life-saving chemicals (at least for his end). Atropine to defend against nerve gases, Amyl nitride to overcome blood agents such as cyanide. The sweat glands excrete dimercaperol and chloramine to counteract blistering agents such as mustard gas. His cell nuclei float in a salt solution to deflect gamma rays. The cilia lining of his trachea are highly absorptive to neutralize harmful articles before they reach the lungs. His left arm's lymph fluids absorb the chemicals it fights, and his lymph node there is swollen so the toxins gather there so that they can be released along the arm and hand. He can suppress the arm's effects so that he can hang around a person for 3 days without them getting nauseous. He can also pump up the power of it to where it can be instantly lethal. Usually, he suppresses it so that he doesn't immediately kill anyone. He usually only aims to make people be in pain or sick. The in between setting only hurts or makes someone sick for a short period of time. He usually has to touch someone for anything to happen instantly to them, but if he is within the vicinity of someone for extended amounts of time the effects can be hard on the other person if he isn't careful.
Weaknesses: He's been imprisoned for years allowing for no movement, so his muscles and joints are painful when he moves. It's simple, but still a weakness, and it doesn't affect his strength/speed, it's just a constant annoyance.
Chosen Weapon: a sword ((will post details on it soon))
RP Title: Prophecies
Bio: Irian received his powers as a physical embodiment of Carmilla Black when he was eleven. He doesn't like to give the full details of the dream in which the Mad Man appeared to him. All he will tell people is that the Mad Man appeared to him in his dream in the guise of his older brother. His brand, the serpent tattoos on his forearms, appeared and were burned into his skin from the moment the Mad Man gave him his powers. That pain was something Irian would never forget.
At first, it was difficult for Irian to learn control over his new abilities. But he as able to keep himself from making people fall to the ground dead by the time he was thirteen. By then, he was already a member of Sentinel. It was only through training with other members that he finally learned to control his abilities. It took a while for him to prove his worth and rise through the ranks. When he turned twenty, he was approached by the Mad Man. Only this time it was in person and not in a dream. Irian was approached with the offer to be the first to test a new power, one that had never been tried before. It was pretty much an offer that he couldn't refuse given the circumstances. The pain of his new brand, the tattoos covering his torso, back, and shoulders, out-ranked that of when he received the brand on his forearms. He was left in pain for three days and couldn't do much in the way of his duties to Sentinel. He wants to find out all he can about it so that he can learn to use it to its full potential. But before he could do that, he was captured by Eden and Cleanse. As of now, he is the only shared prisoner between the two groups simply because he was a high ranking member of Sentinel. They too have been trying to glean information from him and learn more about the second ability he possesses.
Picture: The Prisoner of Eden and Cleanse
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