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blue_angel_forever Captain
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 Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 3:48 pm
Rp Profiles
Follow the Character Skeleton as before and past your profile here afterwards. The Crew will read it over and decide if your character is okay. Once we send you a pm saying that you can post, go ahead and go post happy if you want to.
Don't post before hand unless it's in the OOC area or here. Okay? And don't go posting in random places too after you're done. Your character can't be in two places at once. stare
Okay! ^^ Get to writting up those character sheets.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 11:45 am
Gaia Name: Astarel Lirael
Name: Idrial Islandir
Age: 3046 -Appears 22-
Gender: Female
Race: Elven
Era: Medieval
Appearance: Idrial is a slender woman, short for her race, but her features are evenly distributed. Her hands and her feet are calloused from the many steps taken with no shoes and from working in the garden all those years. Her facial features are that of any elf: slender, elegant, along with gracefully pointed ears. Due to the sun, her skin is softly darkened by its rays. She wears a maroon dress with sleeves that go well past her hands. A scooped neckline embroidered black accentuates her tanned bosom. Around her neck lies a silver chain with a silver rose pendant. She wears it always.
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 125lbs
Hair: Soft golden hair that reached just below her shoulder blades. She often wears it so the front portions of her hair are pulled back into braids and let loose down her shoulders.
Eyes: Soft grey eyes that are blue in the center just around the pupil
Personality: Idrial is very friendly, very easy to talk to. While she loves giving people advice, she is not likely to receive it. Although she likes talking to people, she is not very open with them nor does she trust a lot. If she does trust you and opens up to you, it means something for it is truly a matter of life and death. She loves meeting new people and is very helpful. She is very modest and humble and is very forgiving.
Likes: Nature, animals, bodies of water, Red wine
Dislikes: Humans, fire, reflections
History: Reigning Queen of the Eldorith Kingdom for two thousand years, Idrial had been selected as King Sagrin's wife. They had met when his men had kidnapped her, mistaking her for someone else, and her calm demeanor of the entire episode melted his cold heart and they fell in love. Years passed and the Kingdom flourished under their rule. Within the past five-hundred years, his love for her wiltered. Then one fateful day, Idrial was confronted by the Commander of War. A nearby human village had been giving the elves problems ever since a war had broken out between the two races. While a peace treaty had been formed between them, when their leader passed, the humans began crossing the bordering river and attacking the elves's homes. Idrial ordered the Commander to place guards at the river to keep them at bay. For a month, there was no sight of them. Idrial deemed the problem over and removed them from their posts. The next day, several humans came across the river early in the morning and burned a small river house. While the human's intent was for a threat, little did they know the Queen's eleven year old daughter, Elentari, was in that very house nursing a bird back to health. The girl died and devastated both the King and Queen. For six months, the King refused to see his wife and never requested her presence. The guilt weighing heavily on her, Idrial decided it was best to leave her country and so she faked her own death and fled, only to find the gate that had long since been banned. Deciding nothing could be worse than where she already was, she decided to escape to the Other World.
Weapons: A long sword and crossbow
Other: A silver hawk watches over her from afar.
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blue_angel_forever Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 12:23 pm
Gaia Name: blue_angel_forever
Name: Amaya
Age: Appears 16 (1300 years old)
Gender: Female
Race: Fallen Angel
Era: Medieval
Appearance: She’s small framed and rather pale in all cases. She has short, straight, chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes. Her clothes are something a noble would wear, not one such as herself. A white halter-like top with gold wristbands on either hand and around her neck as a chocker. The gold lining on her shirt is attacked to the chocker. Her stomach is shown and around her waist is a dark blue skirt with a cut going up to the right side. This is attacked to a gold belt with holds her sword. On her feet lay grey, almost ankle high leather boots.
Height: 5’4
Weight: 128 Lb.
Hair: Shoulder-length, straight, chestnut brown
Eyes: Hazel with tints of blue and brown around the iris
Personality: Amaya can seem rather cold and heartless from time to time. But on the inside she is quite happy and caring. Due to an event in her past, she doesn’t want to get too close to anyone. She’s observant, intelligent and quiet. She only speaks up when she feels she needs to but sometimes the happy side of her shows and she could talk for hours on end. In any case, some might say she has a split personality.
Likes: Reading, travelling and sleeping.
Dislikes: War
History: Although she didn’t quite have a ‘normal birth’, as some would put it, she still grew up to be the perfect little angel, literally. Although she wasn’t born, she woke up one day and found that she existed. She was created to help with the troubles of war and studied every little detail of it. She had also practised defending herself in battle as well, in case the time came. Although it was only to disarm the opponent, not kill.
By the time she had grown to appear to be about sixteen years of age, she came to the mortal world to help out. The Medieval Ages were something she didn’t enjoy too much. She was supposed to be an advisor with war and help change things from behind the scenes. Although, appearing to be only sixteen years old, she was forced to be in battle instead.
During that time, she hated the fighting and soon a split personality developed which loved the battle. It would rejoice in full massacre and not try to disarm the opponent. Due to this fact, she scarred off nearly everyone in the army. Damien, a higher officer, was the only one who really spoke to her. He was kind and friendly to her and eventually she fell in love with him, although one day he was out on the field with her.
The enemy had decided to pull a sneak attack out on them and they had all targeted Amaya. She had tried not to, but killed each one of them instead of injuring them. Damien had tried to stop her, but before she even realised it, she had killed him. Due to this small factor, she was demoted to a fallen angel. The higher angels had ignored her killing because of the split personality, but the moment she had killed her beloved one, that was all they could do.
Over the past century, she hasn’t aged but has gone to wars to be an advisor, although she always ends up as a mercenary in battle. Due to that fact, she has become a mercenary and surprises all the higher ups when she returns to battle with hardly any major injuries. She had just finished a war and had come across the large gate, which she was interested about. Although many warned her not to, she went to the gate. At that time the gate had opened and she passed through.
Weapons: A long sword and advanced magic
Other: She only uses her magic when she must and hides her wings from everyone. Sometimes she can have a demon look in her eye and that usually means to stay back.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 9:43 pm
Gaia Name: Lucid Mond
Name: Erk Scath
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Mortal Human
Era: 1800 a.d. Fantasy
Appearance: He is a tall, lanky fellow with broad shoulders; his body uses speed and flexibility over brute strength, thus extremely wispy. But the fact that he uses speed as his major weapon, he hides by wearing a worn black baggy robe, bound at the waste by a red silk sash. White bandages rap from his knuckles to his elbow and from his toes to his knees. His skin is pale, like new fallen snow, but his arms, covered by the bandages, are scarred and burned from years of training. Erk wears a white mask, covering his entire face. Two slits, outlined by by scarlet red, for his eyes grace its simple design.
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 190
Hair: Dull black hair which is kept at an inch to two inches length almost always, with exception to his bangs, which fall down below his noes, usually covering his right eye entirely.
Eyes: Keen emerald green eyes that have a luminous, piercing quality
Personality: Erk is generally concerned about the well being of his fellow men, healing wounded enemy and ally alike, but he is in no way against combat. In combat, he is not ruthless, taking out his foes with as few strikes and the least amount of pain possible, but he will never hold back a punch if his opponent is weaker than he. His generally mentality is that of musing on philosophical questions of societal paradoxes and problems. In all things, he hold others to the same standards he holds himself to, which can create tension, but generally, he is good for a nice slow cup of tea and a pleasant conversation.
Likes: Flowers, tea, rain, and stories
Dislikes: Arrogance from those who cannot back it up, the destruction of nature for unjustified reasons
History: In his home land, before the time of his birth, war raged between to great factions, one following the banner of science and technology, the other continuing the traditions and techniques of the old magics and ways. For centuries, bullets and arrows, guns and swords, vehicles and horses, met on the fields of battle to decide which should be followed... until one day, victory was achieved by those following the ancient techniques. On that very same day, the gate rose from the earth, surprising all the people of the great lands. Each side attempted to come up with a reason for its existence, but those who followed science could not give a good reason. And so the people revolted, and sided with the sages of old, toppling all hopes of advancement into the mechanical ages. The people believed that the gateway was sacred, and despite the ominous inscription, worshiped it as a savior. The monks were charged with its protection and upkeep, tasked with observing it day and night. With that duty, a monastery was built with the gate in the center courtyard, even defended from those who would seek to either attempt to use it or destroy it.
That is where Erk was born, of a single mother who was chased into the monastery by angry mobs which accused her of being a follower of science and technology. The father forsook her out of the shame that came with those accusations. The monks gave her sanctuary, but she died in childbirth, never having seen her son.
There, Erk was raised, taught the ancient ways by the monks. He excelled in the use and control of both his internal chi and the chi of objects around him, truly a rare gift. By the age of ten, he had complete mastery of every fighting stance that the monks could teach him and a high level of sensitivity towards the objects, inanimate or living. From there, he began to specialize, studying with doctors at the monastery, learning how to heal. But with the knowledge of how to heal someone came the knowledge of how to destroy that which lives. Erk was expelled from the monastery, exiled from its safe walls, for killing one of his sparing partners with techniques targeting vital locations. He wandered for two years, until the high priests had pity on him, and summoned him home.
The day of his arrival, the chains which bound the gate shattered and he walked towards it. The hinges opened smoothly, a light blinding all those who stood protecting it save for Erk. The light seemed to beckon him to enter, which he did, as if he had no control over his body. The moment he stepped through, the gate closed itself and the chains reformed.
Weapons: Master of multiple barehanded styles (though enjoys drunken fist, jujitsu, and tai chi the most), chi manipulation to the point of mater manipulation, acupuncture needles
Other: Erk is well trained in herb lore. He carries around a small bag filled with assorted powders and leaves for a variety of purposes, though usually to heal the opponents that he defeats. It was said that his hands were the swiftest of any monk, moving to swiftly to be seen by the naked eye of normal beings.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 4:54 pm
Gaia Name: Ravens_Cross
Name: Takara Heilinn
Age: 18
Gender: female
Race: Angel/Fae
Era: Scotland 400 BC
Appearance:
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 100 lbs
Hair: blue
Eyes: blue
Picture: http://neondragonart.com/dp/color/dreaming_fae_color.jpg
http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ravenstarfire/1068949931_meinnocent.jpg
Personality: Takara is sweet and innocent, often trusting too much for her own good. She enjoys adventures and loves to go out and do things even if it gets her in trouble.
Likes: animals, people, adventure, playing
Dislikes: bad people, liars, cheaters, darkness
History: Takara's mother was an angel and her father, a fairy, tricked her mother into marrying him. Once she was born, her odd height often made her laughed at by the others. She wasn't as tall as the other angels and yet she was too big to be of the fae. She left her home and raised herself, deciding that she could take care of herself. Of course, within the first few days, she got kidnapped. Escaping after a while, she set out once more but trouble seemed to follow her. A village set on fire, the law wanted her, she got kidanpped 5 more times, and she managed to cause the disappearance of the children of another town.
Weapons: She has a small dagger her father gave ehr and a flute her mother gave her that can manipulate the land and the magic around her and in her.
Other: She has a single friend that follows her that she often rides on. It is a horse named Satyr. He is pure black with a white spot on his left nostril.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 1:28 am
[[It may have taken a month, but I've finally done it. biggrin ]]
Gaian Name: LawlJesska
Name: Ayako
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Era: Modern times
`Picture`
Appearance: Ayako has the "average" body, with a bit of a waist, hips and a modest bust. Her greatest physical qualities are her long legs and model's shoulders. Her skin is light, but not sickly pale, with a pink complexion that brightens up her face. She has a sweet innocent smile that makes it hard to resist smiling back.
Her hair is long, dark, and wavy, with bangs that sweep over her eyes.
As far as clothes are concerened, she loves wearing big sweaters and loose t-shirts over bermudas and tight jeans. Although she loves being barefoot, she usually wears black tennis shoes or beat-up flip flops.
Height: 5'6
Weight: 'bout 134
Hair: Dark brown, unaturally colored but still healthy.
Eyes: Dull brown, but they always brighten up when she smiles.
Personality:
Ayako wants to freakin' rock your world, and if you let her into it she will be sure to try. She's one of those angsty brilliant fools who can't figure out whether she wants to break the rules, or sit back and watch others do it.
She can be a bit of a cynic, but still finds a way to drown those around her in compassion.
She attaches herself to her friends, and is loyal in the kind of way that makes you think of a well-trained labrador. As far as love is concerned, she doesnt trust it. She only believes in crushes.
History: Ayako lived in a town on the coast, with forests to the border and sunrise-touched blue waves as far as you could see. She was so intrigued with the Gate, and it's whole story, you could call it an obsession. She loved it's etheral mystic presence, and found refuge in learning about it, from her so called "life" at home. Ayako had been having suicidal thoughts for so long since the day the gate opened, but had never thought to really consider death as an answer. She simply mulled around daily life, dealing with stupid bimbo friends, and parents who she believed could honestly care less if she stabbed herself with thousands of drugged needles, popped all the pills she wished, and drank herself to tears. As long as she came out with a 3.5 GPA in the end. But, she knew better than to try that stuff, It wouldn't work for her anyways.
Ayako put her heart into her digital camera, taking it wherever she went. She probably has the gate at every possible angle in the memory of her slim digital camera, just big enough to fit in her pocket.
The day the gate opened, she was simply there as a self-led tour, having just escaped her boring as hell school curriculum. She'd cried her eyes blue earlier, and was stuck with that numb, eye of the hurricane feeling. When the lights dawned on her and the new world opened up to her eyes, she didn't even glance back before walking through.
Weapons: Whatever she can reach at the moment she needs to defend herself.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 3:48 pm
Gaia Name: romus_sinikai
Name: Romku Tetsulian
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Mortal Human
Era: Modern Fantasy
General Appearance: Carries a jeweled red bo staff known as the Spiritia, wears white karate pants, white kung-fu shoes, a white tanktop with the kanji symbol of spirits in blue on the right side of the chest, and a larger version covering the back with the kanji of the Seven Elements surrounding it in their respective colors.
Height: 5’8
Weight: 185 lbs.
Hair Color: Brown, about medium length, four bangs in front
Eye Color: Blue
Personality: Nice guy, trying to uphold good. Gentlemen at heart and always fights honorable. Believes in a fair fight. Always respectful to opponents, unless they are evil or putting someone in danger. Always looking for a new challenge.
Likes: Peace, Training, Good Competition
Dislikes: Evil, Cheaters, Laziness
History: Born in a Shaolin monastery in the Traykion Mountains in Japan. As a baby, his family and everyone else in the monastery was killed by demons. He was saved from this tragedy by Gahn Drayton, a martial arts master, and was brought to America to be raised by a normal family. At the age of 12, he was visited by Gahn and was taken to train back at the Traykion Mountains to become a warrior of Earth. At the age if 16, his training was complete and returned to America to become a normal kid again, but then came a turn for the worse. Taio Sunaki, Romku’s training partner and rival, got a hold of a great force known as the Dark Power, killed his former master Gahn, and was seeking to control the world. Romku wanted to avenge Gahn and searched for a way to defeat his former friend. Gahn’s ghost told Romku about becoming a Spiriter, a warrior that could control the spirits of Earth. Gahn left Romku the Spiritia, a legendary bo staff, and a map to seek the spirits of Earth meeting Blaze and Siara Tokaido, followers of the spirit of fire, Takon. Romku obtained the spirits of Earth and defeated Taio.
Shortly after Taio’s defeat, the creator of the Dark Power, Garoun, wanted to destroy Romku and take the world by force. At first, Garoun defeated Romku with little work and left him alive to suffer his defeat. After that fight, he fell into depression and wanted to submit but Siara Tokaido, a half human, part dragon, and part cat known as the last of a monster race known as the Cercio, guided Romku and helped him get into fighting form. Then, Romku trained so his spirits would become stronger and shortly after his training, defeated Garoun and destroyed the Dark Power.
At the age of 18, Romku met up with a warrior from another destiny, Evil Romku. Evil Romku was the future image of Romku if he would’ve taken the Dark Power along with the Spirits of Earth. Romku needed to learn new techniques to defeat his evil counterpart. Along with a resurrected Taio with a reformed Dark Power, and learning how to fuse his spirits, he defeated Evil Romku, thus completely ending the threat of the legendary Dark Power.
After Evil Romku’s defeat, a strange new challenge came Romku’s way. Srokotsai, the first Spiriter of Earth, came from the dead and challenged Romku’s worth to the Earth. Romku fought with Srokotsai and was put into place with the same spirits Romku used, but more experienced than his own. Romku then made a giant step in his power by fusing the holy and the dark spirit to create the Chaos Spirit, Xenoga. Romku had to fight to control Xenoga but with time, learned how to and used all of his new strength to defeat his idol and ancestor.
After defeating Srokotsai, he granted Romus his last power, becoming the True Spiriter, one that is even more powerful than your normal spiriter. In exchange for releasing the spirits out of his body, he is granted the powers of each spirit so he can use their powers without their aid. The spirits went back to their elemental temples, and Romku had achieved a higher being. Now, he still protects the world when he can, but is trying to take a break to train and see if he could become even stronger.
During this break, Romku and Siara Tokaido decided to be bonded together and were married through Cercio tradition, and had one boy, Siaraku Tetsukaido (the names fusing based by Ciercio tradition) even though just a baby now, Siaraku would grow up to be a new protector of Earth, but not until the future...
Of course, evil always finds a way to strike again. During Romku's training, Srokotsai taught him a new way to use the Holy and Dark energies, and when the energies are well controlled and fused, instead of Chaos, peace is formed, and with true peace, there is nothing, a void, thus creating the Void energy. When the Void energy is allowed to become a spirit, he is known as Zyan. While traning with this new energy, Srokotsai allows one of Romku's enemies to come back from the dead to fight him, Garoun, the Dark Lord! Now a watcher of the dead, Garoun was excited to have another chance at Romku with a no holds barred sparring match, and during that match, as Romku was gaining joy from sparring an improved Garoun, Xenoga found a way to control Romku's body and took over, and with that body, fused with Zyan's energy, Xenoga became chaos and peace fused together, creating an embodiment of complete energy, renaming himself Xenoga V. Then, Xenoga V and Garoun teamed up to try to destroy the world again, and Srokotsai couldn't contain them and the two made their escape. As Romku was trapped inside of Xenoga V, he used his Spirit Defusion to escape from his body, but with no Holy or Dark energy, Romku didn't stand a chance against the duo.
After the fight, Romku was saved by the original spirits, and even though Angelo and Jarounji (Holy and Dark Spirits) didn't grant Romku new energy, instead told him to train the other five elements to be equal power to Xenoga V's energy. After massive amounts of training, instead of using Ultima since there was no holy and dark, created the Elementia form, making the basic five elements stronger using complex elemental fusions. When he went to fight the two again, he defeated Garoun easily, but Xenoga V was a way more powerful opponent. After a LONG match, Xenoga and Zyan defused, and became their own embodiments again, and after a long conversation, Xenoga vowed to stay a partner to Romku without betrayal (and meant it this time). Now with the Void form and Elementia in his arsenal, Romku kept training as the True Spiriter...
In the future, maybe Romku will find a way to be able to control Xenoga V's energy and use it in a form, using chaotic and void energy to create a form of balance, True Balance, and of course, create an even more powerful form of Ultima, using the True Balance and Elementia forms to create Neo Ultima, but we won't know till he grows up even more...
Weapons: The Legendary Bo Staff, the Spiritia - A red bo staff with jewels covering the length of the staff that helps channel the energy of the spirits. Each of the spirits has a favored weapon, and when Romku is using that element, he may transform the Spiritia into the Spirit's weapon of choice.
Also a Martial Artist, skilled with bare-fist combat
Other:
True Spiriter: Warrior who has the ability to use the powers of the Seven Spirits of Earth: Fire, Water/Ice, Earth, Wind, Lightning, Holy, and Dark. He may use any element at will without the aid of the spirits, but using more than one element at a time is taxing on the energy.
Elemental Fusion - Romku has the ability to fuse the elemental energies together in anyway he chooses.
Energy Fighting - Romku can also use his energy to make barriers, or to use energy attacks. There are many different energy attacks that Romku can use.
Forms: 8
Romku (Normal)
True Spiriter Romku (Powers Awakened)
Ultima Form (All of the 7 elements)
Chaotic Romku (Holy and Dark mixed hastily)
Void Romku (Holy and Dark mixed calmly)
Elementia Romku (The five basic elements fused together)
(not yet available)
True Balance (Chaos and Void Fused)
Neo Ultima (True Balance and Elementia)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 1:00 pm
Gaia Username:Nokumitsu Ishida.
Name:Asukura Neutoma
Age:20(Aging has stopped however)
Race:Human
Era:Medieval Fantasy
Appearance:Asukura wears a long black kimono with a white trim.He carries a twenty-foot long katana called Shinagami(Death God in Japanese),and always carries his sword's sheathe on the right side of his waist.
Height:5'26
Weight:164 pds.
Eye Colour:Blue
Hair Colour:Jet Black
Personality:Asukura is enigmatic young man who prefers being by himself.He dosen't has many friends,but he doesn't need any.Asukura has a somewhat cold and merciless personailty to him,fearing not even death.
Likes razz eaceful and serene surroundings,flowers,
Dislikes:Fools,Sluggards,Ignorance,Braggards,
History:Asukara was born into into the family of a rich and revered samurai named Mitsunari.When Asukara turned seven years old,he was taught by Mitsunari to first weild the sword,but the sword Asukara weilded was made of wood,because he and Mitsunari were starting at the basics.His training continued for two years and on Asukara's nineth birthday,Mitsunari,seeing that Asukara was growing bored of the simple training,turned to more advanced and rigorous training and Asukara would to prepare himself for now they were replacing the wooden swords
with long steel ones,and the training could mean death for Asukara if he was not careful.On the first day of training,however,Asukara and Mitsunari exchanged sword strikes.First the strikes were faster but then they got faster and the slashes more aggressive.The training proved too hard for Asukara and he slipped and fell to the ground when his father struck a feirce punch to him.His father then pulled his sword back into his sheathe and called his son a failure;a shame to the family honour.Asukara then went to his room and cursed at himself for failing his training.He then stayed in his room,training in private until he was ready once more.
He then went back into the garden where he and his father trained,this time being more prepared and feeling stronger than ever.Asukara and Mitsunari did the same harsh routine,but Asukara was dodging and parrying his father's strikes faster than he normally would.He then deflected his father's final strike and landed a crushing blow to his father's nose making him bleed,defeating his father.Mitsunari,now pleased with Asukara's victory,now deemed he was a warrior and held a celebration with him and Asukara's entire family-His young sister Konomi,his second sister Asura,His brother Soki,and his younger brother Nokumitsu.When Asukara truned 17 however,war broke out between his homeland of Heigi and a savage warlord Hishoro,Asukara enlisted into the Heigi army to fight in the war.The war was long and brutal with countless deaths on both sides.The war eventually ended with a victory for the Heigi army.After the war had ended,Asukara rode with his company back to Heigi to tell their emporer of their glorious victory.But unfortunately,
fate held other plans and suddenly a swarm of furious mongrels attacked
the caravan that Asukara was riding with.Asukara's company of soldiers
fough with all their might,but they couldn't put much of a effective fight
and soon many were slaughtered.During the ensuring chaos that followed
Asukara managed to make his way away from the caravan.Taking refuge
inside a nearby cave far away from the road from which he was hiding out
Asukara noticed a red spring at the far end of the cave.He walked over to it and suddenly a mysterious specter came from the spring.Asukara knew that the specter was a Oni demon,and drew his sword from his sword from his sheathe,but the the Oni stopped him and said he was here to help Asukara.The Oni introduced himself as Yurishima,and said he understood Asukara's lust to become stronger.He also said that he would give Asukara great strength if he did one thing-bring the souls of the fallen to Yurishima so he can feed off of them and that he too can become stronger.Asukara hesistated at first,but solemnly agrred to Yurishima's offer.The crafty Oni then possessed Asukara's spirt and mind
and controlled him and placed in Asukara's hand a demonic twenty-two foot sword called Shirigami.The Oni-possessed Asukara then made his way back to Hiegi,and began to slaughter thousands upon thousands of
innocent people,collecting their souls and devouring them.Even the Imperial Guard,who caught attention of the massive bloodshed,could not stop Asakura and they too were killed in blood mess.Yurishima then directed Asakura to go to his home.When Asukara arrived at his home,Mitsunari saw Asukara and awaited him.They both stared eachother in the eyes.The fight that followed was the fiercest that was ever was fought,but sadly Mitsunari could not stop Asukara and fell to his blade.Asukara then proceeded into his home,destroying everything and killing the family servants.By this time,Asukara's family had already fled,leaving their destroyed home behind.Asakura's rampage continued until suddenly he began to regain his sences,realizing the damage he had done,but Yurishima kept a tight grip on him...
It has now been years since that incident and Asakura still fights to regain his sanity.But...
Will there ever be a day when he is Asakura Ishida again?
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 9:28 am
Gaia Name: katie_coo
Name: Kenkei Obsidian
Age: 17
Gender: female
Race: Angel
Era: Modern Fantasy
Appearance: Kenkei has the ability to shape shift and generally change her appearance so it is not always easy to say what she looks like. However, most of the time she takes her usual form of a slender girl who wears gothic, and generally rebellious clothes and jewlery. Her wardrobe consists of dresses with layered skirts and fitted tops, loose clothes that are perfect for her athletic needs and brightly coloured outfits. One thing that stays the same nearly all of the the time though is a fish hook she uses for an earing. Kenkei has fairly small wings that are naturally white and feathery. However whenever she flys she changes them to either bats wings that are a silky black or that or an eagle.
Height: 5' 7½"
Weight: 125 lbs
Hair: Her actual hair is long, white and silky. It falls to the middle of her back and she has no fringe. However, she wears her hair differently nearly everyday.
Eyes: Kenkei's eyes are never a consistant colour as they are the one part of her body that she cannot control the colour of. They change colour according to her mood but they consistantly have a glint and are naturally big.
Personality: Kenkei is incredibly unpredictable but she is generally very mysterious and a lot of the time hyper. She is known to be a hopeless romantic. When she has to, she will fight fiercly to protect loved ones but she avoids confrontation. Once in a rage, Kenkei has to calm herself on her own. She runs from her feelings a lot of the time as she does not like to admit to herself that she is not a strong as everyone thinks she is.
Likes: Kenkei always has a soft spot for gentlemen and ladies- admiring old fashioned courting and affection. She likes to be alone and with company, life and death. Her unpredictable nature mixes her likes and dislikes frequently.
Dislikes: There are two consistant dislike that Kenkei has- disrespectful people and people who think that they are better than everybody else.
History: Born and raised in England, Kenkei has a typical 'upper-class' English accent. Kenkei has always VERY controlling master and never knew her parents. She has always been cared for by her master- and so she feels she owes him. He is very strict and so insists that she calls him either sir, Master or Mister Obsidian.
She grew up with him learing to fight, and fend for herself as he always believed that every persons perogative should be survival and children should be treated no different from adults. As a result of this Kenkei craved attention and affection.
Since the age of about 14, Kenkei has been rebelious, deliberately fighting against her master and running from her troubles. Growing up in a wealthy but strict home has always made her yearn for 'freedom'.
By the age of 15 Kenkei had allready commited crimes such as murder and theft- all in the name of survival. Despite the fact she never wants to be controlled again, Kenkei always makes sure to write to her master to ensure him that she is safe but she always makes sure to note she does NOT want to be found. Feeling alltoghter betrayed and heart-broken, he can not and does not write back to her, nor does he try to find her.
Right now she lives in a small home she built (an upside to her masters intentions). However she does not stay here often feeling that she doesn't want to be settled.
Weapons: Kenkei carries a blook revolver at all times which she refers to as her 'close but nasty friend'. Kenkei also always has poison to hand to smite her enemys in a way they would not suspect.
Other: Being an Angel, Kenkei has the ability to fly along with the ability to change her appearance and control the elements. However as Kenkei has been rebelious, her control over the elements is weak and sometimes when she is very emotional she cannot help what she does with them. Being brought up with her master, she has learn't to fight in many martial arts- but she prefers to shoot her enemies claiming its cleaner and quicker. However when it does come to fighting, she is able to heal. Unfortunately this is very energy consuming and takes time for her to recover.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 2:17 pm
Gaia Name:hermes messenger
Name: Olufemi "Luca" Netroph
Age:394 -appears 12
Gender:male
Race:Neko -cat demon-
Era: Egyptian Era
Appearance: Olufemi is tall for someone who looks like he's twelve, but he is not thin, but he's not very muscular either. His skin is very tan. He often wears a magicians outfit, a long tunic, with sleeves that go to the tip of his fingers. His pupils are slitted. He wears golden hoop earings and he rarely wears anything but sandels for his feet.
Height: 6' 5
Weight: 116
Hair: sliver black.
Eyes:golden green
Picture: (optional) (Put link here)
Personality: quiet, smart, and has quiet an additude.
Likes:Sugar of any type, gold, objects of power
Dislikes: Teachers of any kind, fire, people who can't find mercy in their hearts, arsonists, and the idea of death.
History: Olufemi was born into a family of magicians who served in the royal court of the last pharoh, Cleopatra. His family would gather around her during times of trouble and whisper, each speaking for one of the many gods. Olufemi spoke for Isis, Egyptian goddess of magic, and was often told to preform the greatest feats for her pleasure. All he could preform with ease due to his magical skill and demonic powers. And for a while he was content, even with the rumors of Romans coming to Egypt.
However, there was an argument in the Netroph family about who would appear with the almighty Pharoh, Cleopatra. The three main leaders when it came to appearing with Cleopatra were Olufemi's father, Olufemi's uncle, and Olufemi. For this meeting more then any other ambassador meeting Olufemi wanted to appear, due to his fasination with the Romans. He had also heard alot of gossip about Mark Antony and Augustus.
But during the meeting the glances between Cleopatra and Mark were anything but glances of an ambassador and a Pharoh, and Olufemi sensed a firey romance starting up.
Olufemi's warned Cleopatra of Mark, and told her not to talk of the gods to him, and not to fall in love with the Roman, but Cleopatra did not heed his warning. Soon Cleopatra fell in love with Mark Antony, who hated the Egyptian gods, and she let slip of Olufemi's family. In the night, Cleopatra's lover ordered the family of magicians to be burned. Olufemi escaped and swore revenge, and caused his death as an assassin sent by Augustus himself.
Weapons: His claws, his giant crossbow, and his magic.
Other:He has a cat that represnts Basset.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 6:26 pm
Gaia Name: Iori...Yagami Name: Tilious Ares Enyalius Age: 26 Gender: Male Race: Immortal Era: 481BC Appearance: Tilious stands at a daunting six foot four inches. He is of superior muscular build and strength even of that for his people. Tilious has many scars that are a result of many wars and conflicts. He has blue eyes even when his culture finds it a rarity. Tilious' hair is shoulder length and is jet black. His skin is bronze and with no blemishes at all. He adorns a crimson red cape and carries a spartan gladius on his hip. Tilious holds a massive circular shield as well as a hoplite lance/javelin. Height: 6' 4" Weight: 225Lbs Hair: Jet Black Eyes: Glacier Blue Picture: Tilious
Personality: Militaristic and Proud Likes: Victory, no casualties, and his city state. Dislikes: Persians, Athenians, prolonged periods of peace, and the weak. History: Born in an age of war and strife Tilious was a godsend to the people of Sparta. Once inspected at birth and deemed fit to become a spartan he began his life in the militaristic society. Tilious went through the trials to become a spartan warrior on his seventh birthday; called the agoge. After surviving the agoge he was then thrown into the wild having nothing to survive with others of his age this trial was called krypteia. Upon his return he was heralded as being one of the first to ever come back without any injuries. Even Leonidas look at him with pride. By the time of his twentieth birthday, Tilious was well known and had many victories. He commanded a unit of eighty-nine men who bore his last name, The Enyalius. Tilious was legendary for no matter what injuries he had on any battlefield he returned alive and healed. Only a scar would remain. Upon the year of 480 BC, his twenty fifth birthday, Tilious would mourn his king's passing. Leonidas died that year along with three hundred fellow spartans at the Battle of Thermopylae. Tilious was not permitted to follow his king as an armed guard for he had no children to bare his name. Tilious would never forget this and vowed vengeance for his king. A year has passed and Tilious is now twenty-six. Vengeance would now be found against the Persian slime on this field of Plataea. Tilious and his unit broke formation early in the battle to behead the enemy. This battle was not a long one for the Persians remembered well what three hundred did to them and now they stood against not only ten thousand but thirty thousand other Greeks as well. As they retreated to their ships Tilious and many others set fire to them. This was a total victory one in which Tilious could let his heart rest knowing that his king was avenged in some way. Sum Persians did escape that day but Tilious knew, they would never set foot in Greece so long as Sparta stood. Tilious finds himself returning to Sparta with praise and victory but a shadow looms overhead. For Sparta would once again find itself in war... Weapons: Hoplite lance/javelin and Spartan Gladius Other: Tilious does not know he is immortal for now he is just human to his knowledge.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 6:48 pm
*Unfinished*
Gaia Name: BookSage
Name: Oliver Verde
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Doppleganger (geneticly altered human)
Era: 8000
Appearance: Though when forced into combat this can change drastically, Oliver normally looks to be a slim male with dark brown hair and flashy green eyes. When he entered the rift, he was wearing his white lab coat and a suit he made of highly flexible and bendeble material (usefull, as you'll see later).
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 125lbs
Personality:
Likes: Intelligence, Challenges, Crepes and Pastries
Dislikes: Idiots, public nudity, brute force
History: Majoring from Princton Univeristy in Pharmucidical(sp?) Geneology through a french exchange program, Oliver was on his way to greatness. He obtained his PHD then headed back to Paris to work in the goverment labs on whatver struvk the government's fancy. The government quickly set his whole division to isolating genes from various life forms, not giving any reasons for the order. In reallity, with the recent abandonment of guns through the infamous "Corked Barrell" agrements reached at the last U.N summit, France was looking for way to ivent gene-warfare by injecting animal genes into human test subjects. However, The Indian and Chienese governments found out this plot and, unkownst to each other, set up covert strikes on Paris to neutralize and steal Oliver's Lab and plans. In the devestating attack by the Indians, who reached there first, an exsplosion detonated the storeroom where Oliver happend to be, breaking numerous of the isolated genes he had been collecting. These spilt onto Oliver as he lay unconsious in the wreckage. Fortunately, he was overlooked by the detonation squad. Oliver awoke feeling alright, but tired and his skin flushed white. He stepped on a peice of glass and felt a odd sensation in his head. He blnked and found the glass he had just steppe don in front of his face. He looked into it's surface and squeked: he was a rat. He quickly scurried to a nearby pond, thinking he was dreaming and water would wake him, however, he found his body changing again, adaptining as it grew gills and webbed limbs. The water mouse resurfaced, and it focused deep. When it opened it's eyes, it was Oliver again in human form. He dubbed himself then a Doppleganger, one who true lacked a real form for hecould exist in any form.
Weapons: Oliver can transform into whatever combinations of creatures he can think as long as he has the appropriate gene combination dormant inside him. However, before transforming, he must inject himself with a serum of his own DNA to amlipfy it and acess it's power. He is rarely without a presonal supply of syringes.
Other:
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 12:00 pm
Gaia Name: Ledin Wind
Name: Ledin Wind
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Era: Modern Fantasy
Appearance: Lean with a slightly muscular build too. A brown, wooden cross that he'll never take off of his neck. Two brown bracelets on his left wrist. Three silver bracelets on his right wrist. A tattoo; A ying yang sign on the upper part of his right bicep. And a scar that is hidden by the shirts that he wears; it stretches from his upper right shoulder, down the same shoulder blade.
Height: 6'0
Weight: 148
Hair: Dirty Blond
Eyes: Emerald Blue
Picture: Ledin Wind
Personality: Ledin is more of a loner. He can stay in one area for hours on end by himself without any kind of acknowledge. Even though he might be in a well-populated area, he will find some area that is uninhibited with any other person.
If somebody talks to Ledin and tries to keep him to open up, they'll have a hard time doing that. Ledin isn't one to open up to anybody, if you get him to talk at all. The only thing about Ledin is, if a person can get him to open up, he'll talk like you two have been friends for a lifetime...but that's only if you get him to talk back to you.
Likes: Silence, A good book and French Vanilla Ice Cream
Dislikes: Arrogance, self-centered people and his birthday
History
Ledin's history was a good, but heart-breaking tell. Like everybody in life, he has had his ups, his downs, his mix-ups and his turn-arounds.
His mother, Sid Wise and his father Jake Wind were a happy couple with a wonderful family: Kedin Wind, 14, and little 'ol Ledin Wind, age 4. Sid and Jake both were successful scientist who were always creating ways of making life less of a hassle and more healthy for humans and the environment.
January 28th; Ledin's 5th Birthday. Cake, Fruit Punch and Ice Cream one table. Party favors and presents on another. It was another celebration in the backyard of the Wind household. Everybody was there; from the parents co-workers, all the way to Ledin's friends from the park he would meet up with on nice days like this one. Sid and Jake had both went into the basement where they would perform most of there experiments. Kedin and Ledin both sat along a picnic bench with there friends, laughing and having a good time...untill...
~Boom!~
A monstrous explosion ripped through the basement windows and up throughout the 2 story home. No soon as the explosion is heard, chaos broke out thought the backyard. Parents quickly grabbed there kids and got as far away from the house as they possibly could, some of the parents were heard screaming, "I knew this was going to happen!" or "It was only a matter of time!" As the party was quickly ended, Kedin and Ledin stood there, they could only watch as there home that they only knew of went up in flames. As soon as that, they both were homeless and orphaned...both of them now had to make it on there own.
A couple years later: December 28th Traveling was the only thing that the two brothers could do, they both have been doing odd jobs to keep a steady flow of food and shelter, but with Ledin’s young age, Kedin did most of the work, Ledin helped where he could but most of the times, his help was most likely unneeded or he only made the situation worst, so his brother always refused his help even when Ledin wanted too.
After years of traveling and working in exchange of things that they could not gain without that kind of work, Kedin got fed up with it…he needed to split up from the “Weaker Link”
After a long day of working for a local tavern in a relatively large city by the name of Windle, Kedin came up the stairs to a room of 2 beds and a bathroom, this is where they have been staying. Ledin was already sleeping, but was awoken by the creaking floorboards. “Kedin?” Ledin asks, making sure that it was his brother. “Yeah, it’s me…” He puts his work clothes neatly on the edge of his bed. “Go back to sleep, okay? It’s cold tonight, I’m going to get another blanket.” He says as he heads to the door. Ledin nods and lays his head back down on the pillow, quickly falling back asleep. As soon as his brother noticed that he was sleep, Kedin went back and quickly gathered all his stuff together and went back to the door. He looked at his brother and sighs softly. “You have a good heart and a strong mind… It’s for the best of us…” He says softly and opens the door slowly and walking out, never to be heard from, nor seen again.
The next morning when Ledin finally wakes from his slumber, he looks over at his brothers bed. “Kedin, get up…” He says and slips out of his bed, walking back over the creaking floorboards to notice that the bed was empty. “Kedin?” He questions and looks around the small room. There is really not many places his brother could hide, he could be playing a joke on him and be hiding under the beds… “Nope, he’s not under there…” …or he could be in the bathroom. “Nope…not there either… Kedin?” Ledin was growing worried. He quickly made his way out of the room and down the steps to the tavern part of the building. A room where it is usually full of life and energy was now empty and dead, carrying no kind of energy…not even the television that stayed on night and day was on. It seems like everybody disappeared under Ledin’s nose. “They left me…everybody…” He whimpers and looks down to the floor, which felt colder than ever on his bare feet.
A decade later: 10 years have past since his brother has left and Ledin was forced to fend for his own. Things have changed; mentally and physically… But yet things still haven’t changed; he is still looking for a place to stay permanently and a new problem, someone to love. He has enhanced his ability to survive, not only by learning how to be more skilled In trades (doing odd jobs for a place to stay and something to eat) but he has learned how to fight. With the help of a discarded Kendo stick he found in a back ally of a Dojo, he uses this as his primary, and only, weapon of choice.
Weapons: A Kendo stick.
Others: He uses his Kendo stick as a multi-use instrument; Weaponry, Entertainment and Support.
He is liable to have major mood swings from one emotion to another.
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