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 Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 7:07 pm
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Name: Ravyn Faina
Nickname/Title: Fae
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species: Genetically altered human
Allegiance: Magma Plains
Home: Magma Plains
Ability Style: Assassin, or a soldier.
Weapon: Has two dark blades on her forearms. They are about a foot longer than when she has her fingers extended, and they curve outwards, away from her hands. They can come off, but she prefers them on because of her paranoia.
Ability: She is more agile than a human, and has exceptional aim when she uses weapons that require it. She has sharper senses, and faster than normal humans.
Weakness: Ravyn is extremely paranoid. She gets jumpy and has to restrain herself from attacking people who approach her. If someone surprises her, she will feel as if she has to defend herself against her ‘attacker.’ Even though she doesn't fight like it, or really even look like it, she still is human. A bullet through the shoulder will incapacitate her as well as any other human.
Description: She is on the short side, with black hair and yellow cat-like eyes. Her ears are slightly pointed at the ends. She wears a black shirt with no designs or anything fancy on it. She ties a black sash around her waist, and attaches her blades to her forearms with brown leather straps. She has black pants and slipper-like shoes. She ties her lower back-length hair back into two braids weighted down with metal rings. She is very paranoid, and she believes that the drug lord’s followers are out to kill her but she does have a sense of humor; if it is a bit on the dark side.
Storyline: Ravyn was essentially grown in a test tube. She has no memories of her genetic mother and father; she doesn’t believe that she had parents in the first place. She was trained to fight for a rich drug lord in the city, to be his bodyguard when she was old enough to kill for him. He was shot and killed before she met him.
Quote: “Why do you insist on sneaking up on me? Do you WANT to die?”
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 11:16 pm
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Name: Shadow Blazer
Nickname/Title: Blaze
Age: 16
Gender: male
Species: Human, part wolf, part dragon, and part shadow demon.
Allegiance: Little Necropolis
Home: Little Necropolis
Ability Style: Inventor
Weapon: A flaming sword that can be summoned at any time, two ninja swords, and goggles (which he invented) fire X shaped beams that stun up to 10 hours.
Ability: Power over shadows, fire, earth, and some time based powers (Like stopping time, fast-forwarding time, ect.)
Weakness: A crush on Tide Wave, Water, If out-numbered He will atack recklessly, and cannot control powers when made too angry.
Description: Now silver hair, white one sleeve shirt, a black scarf, a silver wolf tail, and gunner pants and shoes
Storyline: Shadow "Blaze" Blazer has been on his own since he was 6 years old, since his hometown was destroyed by evil martian Hamster bots with lasers and missiles. He raised himself and looked for a new home. He acquired powers over fire to scare away wild animals and teapots, and earth to make shelter. At age 9 he came across a strange town and met an old man who had given him two items, a cloth which moved and bended to his will, and a weird metal egg. after Blaze left the town the cloth started to choke him. He was fumbling with the egg so much that it exploded. Blaze woke up and found his Red hair had turned machine grey, and his sky blue eyes turned blood red. The egg had turned into an android named Reiko, who swore to protect him. The cloth had bonded with him, giving him control over shadows. 7 years later Blaze came upon the giant doors of a giant city. He fights a bandit named Phantom, who can walk through walls and turn invisible.
Quote: Anger is like a flame feed it and it will grow, cut off the oxygen, and it will fade.
(Currently trapped.)
Name: Phantom
Nickname/Title: Master Bandit Phantom
Age: He doesn't even know
Gender: Male
Species: Half alive half dead ghost
Allegiance: None, he hates working with others
Home: Byako, He goes everywhere and lives everywhere
Ability Style: Thief, Bandit, Murderer, and escape artist.
Weapon: A sword that severs the soul from the body, instantly killing the one it cuts through
Ability: Able to phase through solid objects, able to control the dead, and a green form that only appears when he gets angry.
Weakness: The hate for Blaze and the 'Purest of Light' whoever she is
Description: He looks like a pale 16 year old boy that can take the shape of your worst nightmare or fear.
Storyline: He has none.
Quote: "Are you afraid of death? Your about to be."
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 8:55 pm
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Name: Edgar
Nickname/Title: Prefers to be called the Mortician
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Undead with robotic upgrades
Allegiance: None for now, but he knows where he services would be best used.
Home: Little Necropolis
Ability Style: Mortician inventor
Weapon: Robotic arms, legs, and hands give him great strength. Carries a large scapel that he uses for a spear.
Ability: Enhanced strength and speed through robotic limbs, has an electronic origanic heart that never tires and his brain has also been amplified by an electronic device in his head.
Weakness: Has to recieve a constant supply of electricity, his chest is organic thus making it a target.
Description: 5'9 , 300 pounds. Wears black leather looking medical shrubs. Dark green boots, black gloves, a white doctors coat going all the way to his ankles. Has a sheath on hisback wear he keeps his scapel sheathed, and the doctor's coat has a hood which he always wears to shadow his face. His face has a missing eyeball, scars everywhere, whats left of a broken nose, and wisps of black hair.
Storyline: His past is a mystery, as is who he was in a previous life. All that is known so far is that he ran from where ever he was to Byako for reasons no one will understand.
Quote: "............" (Isnt much of a talker)
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 12:35 am
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Name: Zero
Nickname/Title: Robo, Laser Ears
Age: Incomprehensible (Looks Like 17 Year Old)
Gender: Male
Species: Highly Advanced Android
Allegiance: None
Home: The Mansion That His Creator Built For Him
Ability Style: Teleporting Bounty Hunter Laser Swordsman Thingy
Weapon: Scythe, Flame Sword, Laser Ears, Standard Sword
Ability: Teleportation
Weakness: His Jokes Often Distract Him From Fights
Description: Brown Hair, Headphone-Like Ears, Always Wears Steel Toed Boots, Red Eyes, Often Wears Long Black Coat
Storyline: Zero Is A Highly Advanced Android And The First Machine Built To Have Developed Emotions. His Creator Is Currently Unknown, And Zero Presumes That This Mysterious Creator Is Dead. As An Often Sarcastic Yet Lethal Bounty Hunter, Zero Is Often Hired By The Police Force
To Hunt Down Criminals, And Some Of These Hunts Even Take Weeks, Which Is Exactly Why The Police Hired Something That Doesnt Need To Sleep.
Quote: Holy Crap, You Hit Me! It Didn't Really Hurt Though. Aaahhh, Tough Luck I Guess. Yeah, Im Gonna Go Home And Listen To Some Daft Punk. Daft Punk Is Worth More Than You.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 10:49 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 4:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 5:59 pm
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Name: Rubieus Amrita
Nickname/Title: Rubieus
Age: ageless
Gender: Male
Species: Angel / Askar*
Allegiance: God
Home: Usually in Heaven but owns multiple estates off home world
Ability Style: Assassin / Spy
Occupation: Archangel of Vengeance
Weapon: Lotus Petal`
Ability: Void**, Askar and Angel traits
Weakness: Strict code of honor that must never be broken, his sense of self-preservation does not exist if there are innocent lives to be saved.
Description: 
Storyline: Rubieus is a child born from an Askar prince and an Angel maiden, it was love and first sight and both his mother and father cared for each other immensely, spending multiple decades to find each other after having to separate due to angelic laws. Once reunited, they got married and consummated, which brought forth their healthy red haired son. As a child he was treated as an outcast. Because of his special birth, his mother could never tell anyone who the father was, and so she was looked down upon by the angelic community. Still, she had friends in very high places and they watched over her and her child until she tragically died on his tenth birthday. Rubieus was then raised by his God-father and Archangel of Order; Ryo Immortalis. In some biblical history books, you may have read about some of the things he had to do, in the name of God. Such as the 40 day storm which ended all life on Earth except for a few hundred. (The bible says there was only one ship. That's just silly) and the death storm that covered Saddam and Gomorrah and other cities terrible deeds that didn't involve Earth. Rubieus grew up to be a fine young man and through training he became a great fighter, while growing up, he learned of certain abilities he had gained through his father's bloodline. Which explained the death of his mother and his inability to use magic. He is now a full grown man and has three beautiful children who have their own story to tell and a lovely wife who usually joins him on his adventures, but his occupation keeps him from her at times.
Quote: I am the conscience for those who have none, I am the sickle for the weeds in the Garden of Life. I am death and I am retribution. I am Rubieus Amrita, Archangel of Vengeance.
Special Notes:
Askar: The Askar race was created through violence and magic. Two warring races of magic users accidentally created a plane of existence where magic could not exist. This place was dubbed "The Void". Over time, life began to crawl and grow in the barren wastelands and water began to fill the seas and clouds formed. This once black spot in the eyes of magic users grew and became a populated home for creatures with a natural affinity for magic. This ability allowed them to "sense" magic, like a third eye. The could see it in it's rawest form, the threads of energy that formed spells and barriers, even the complex bindings that made magical items magical. Their blood had a unique trait, making it impossible for them to ever use magic or to be affected by magic, whether good or bad. They were the black holes of magic. Full blooded Askar can drain entire planes of existence of their magic by just living there for too long. Half-blooded or less like Rubieus don't have such an impact on magic worlds but can still drain magic from smaller targets such as a single individual or a magical barrier/item. Because of this, their metabolism and physical make-up has changed dramatically and has given them tougher harder skin, similar to a demon and the ability to regenerate. This is why most scholars have nicknamed them Void Demons for their appearance and abilities.
Void; This is the nickname for the ability that the Askar have manifested within themselves, they can materialize their energy into orbs, waves and pulses which they can send out and cause havoc on magical things. This ability also allows them to materialize a weapon created from void metal, which is not a mineral but an organic weapon that they rip from their bodies. Only those with a high amounts of void energy and discipline can create a Void Weapon and those that can are usually the rulers of their lands. Some Askar have tried to weed out the ones who could not through inbreeding but this proved failure and they have deduced that this unique ability is passed on through unique circumstances that have nothing to do with genetics or passed medical histories. An even smaller group of Askar have the ability to find magical rifts and enter them, sending themselves to other planes. over time this ability has become wide-spread, through training and research, Askar as well as Rubieus can safely travel to different worlds. Unfortunately this drains magic from nearby life and is considered lethal to highly magical worlds such as Heaven, due to the nature of the Void Portal.
Lotus Petal Angelic by appearances only, this weapon was created through sheer willpower on Ruub's part. His late mother granted him one final gift and she put all of her soul into his void weapon. Giving it a peaceful and serene image, similar to herself. She hoped he would find solace in knowing she was still watching over him.
The weapon itself is similar to a katana without a guard, It's blade is never dull and has cut many an individual. it's special properties do not work on things that do not have a soul, such as inanimate objects or constructs.
All living creatures have souls, including but not limited to intelligent undead and creatures of evil. Through the Lotus, Rubieus can cause excruciating pain to the wicked without killing them.
The Lotus' unique ability lies within how it delivers punishment. When Rubieus cuts a person, the Lotus creates an invisible coating upon the victim, anyone who can see spirits or ghosts will be able to see the coating as well. After the first cut, the victim is then given several shallow cuts representing the sins of their passed. The worse the sin, the deeper the cut. Sins are categorized by motive as well as action. A person who has killed before but only in self-defense or by accident will suffer less pain then someone who does it without remorse.
The primary use of the weapon is to render the victim useless in terms of combat and mobility. His primary tactic is striking stress points such as the back of knees, ankles, wrists and elbows. The cuts are only materialized versions of the pain they are experiencing, they do not bleed out , except for the real cuts from the Lotus, not from the secondary spiritual attacks.
The secondary use of the sword, and one he rarely uses is that the Lotus
can kill an opponent. Rubieus and the Lotus must be in agreement that such a being cannot be allowed to live, this decision is final and the spiritual coating lifts off the victim and turns into a long thread of white energy which connects itself to the base of the Lotus. When delivering the fatal blow, the energy rushes into the wound; burrows inside of them and snuffs out their life-force painlessly.
Angel Traits; Angels are highly magical beings being given the task to watch over all of God's creations. They are given strong and ageless bodies for which to do God's work.
Rubieus cannot tap into any Angelic magic but has gained some special properties that only angels possess.
Angelic Speed; Through willpower, Rubieus can move faster then mortals and can move from place to place in a blink of an eye. Longer distances such as moving from plane to plane is something he cannot do using this ability.
Angelic Flight; Angels are born with wings which are enhanced by their own magic. While Rubieus does not have magic to aid him in flying, his Askar blood gives him strength angels do not possess and through physical labor he can beat his powerful wings and fly, albeit not as graceful as angels but it allows him to travel across oceans and un-walkable terrain.
Special Note: I rp with Rubieus a lot, and sometimes he has to be nerfed or what not to keep the balance of the game. So when this happens. I will play Rubieus as though he is on a mission in that particular world, and the objectives state he cannot allow himself to be found out. Some abilities cannot be nerfed but I am confident things will run smoothly.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 7:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:55 pm
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Name: Blaize Amaris
Nickname/Title: DragonFire
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species: Fire Demon
Allegiance: Magma Plains
Home: Where ever she happens to stop for the night
Ability Style: Mercenary Assassin
Weapon: She has a Kusarigama, with an iron rope in place of the chain. Her Kusarigama has another form, Changing into a long scythe with a huge blade, the blade normally covered in a layer of Blue Flames
Ability: She controls fire with a finesse all her own, so much so that she can control what and who it burns.
Weakness: When feeling a strong emotion, her power either becomes useless or goes out of control. Her power also isn't as strong in the rain and water weakens her.
Description: Blaize is of a medium build, coming up at a height of 5'4" and weighing around 120. In her human like form, the only thing that gives away her demon nature is her dark crimson eyes with their cat-like pupils. Her nails curve to a mild point, but that is not seen as abnormal since she's a girl. Her teeth also just happen to be sharper than normal. Her hair is white which fades into red at the tips, and stops mid-back. It normally looks windblown, but not out of place. Her normal attire consists of black boots that come up to mid-thigh and a mini skirt. She has a black corset with white frill at the edge of the waist, sleeves and neck line. Her hands and fore arms are covered with black lace up gloves that expose her fingers. And to tie up the entire ensemble is a black trench coat.
When she lets loose her full demonic power, her skin becomes a fiery red and her hair shifts from white to black. The irises of her eyes remain the same color, but the whites become black as well. Her nails also seem to turn black and grow longer.
Storyline: Blaize recently came to town, hoping that deep withing the chaos of it, and assassin like herself would be able to find a decent stream of jobs.She decided to not by a house, and instead wanders the different streets, looking for a potential job.
Quote: "I'm gonna burn you up!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 9:13 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 10:57 am
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Name: Alfonso Caberelli Ducalf the 3rd
Nickname: Mr. Ducalf, Mr. D, Al
Age: 17
Gender: Guy
Species: Human
Home: No one knows. He claims he's from space, 3000 years into the future.
Ability Style: Scientist as well as an inventor
Weapon:Twin Pistols and a his robot assistant, Mr. Boltz
Ability: He is a quick thinker and a great marksman
Weakness: He's very loud and distracting. People regard him as crazy.
Description:I would have drawn him if my scanner worked but...
Storyline: Not much is known about Alfonso. He claims he's from a different planet 3000 years from know. He crashed outside of town in an odd vehicle. After wandering around town for a few days, people started reporting him as an escapee from the insane asylum. A year later he broke out with the help of his newly made robot, Mr. Bolts. (How he made him is a mystery.) He and Mr. Boltz now wander around town searching for parts to repair his "space-ship."
Quote:
"You see, Mr. Boltz, it doesn't matter if they're hurt. It matters if they're hurt !"
"But, Mr. Ducalf! Isn't that the exact same thing!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 8:54 pm
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Name: Z
Nickname/Title: Hm? Oh um...
Age: -isnt paying attention- (23)
Gender: I am male.
Species: -looks around absentmindedly- (Humanist like qualities)
Allegiance: Jarian
Home: Well, here for now I suppose. Or, to be more precise, anywhere Jiraian's call home.
Ability Style: Interagator, Recorder, Archivist, Defender of knowladge and weapons vaults.
Weapon: -Points at his head and smiles alittle-
Ability: Telekinetics, Psionics, Mind Altering Chemical stimulation(MACs), Reality Altering Defense (RAD)
Weakness: Physical labor, Intense Physical combat, healthy food.
Description: Never seen really standing. He prefers to sit as much as possible. Z is great wth books, video recording, writting, typing, and all around just archiving and recording information, Discussions, negotiations and other things involving information. He loves junk food and sweets, and this makes others who dont know him uneasy. Which is to say that most people are probably uneased by the fact that he never really eats anything healthy at all simply because he is new to most people.
But to him, he already knows alot about people from the moment he meets someone. Simple surface thoughts can tell alot about people, it also adds to their uneasy feelings towards him because it makes them feel like he is probing their minds. But in reality he cant go that deep into someones head without loosing a part of himself. So he tries to avoid concentrating that hard on any one individual in a room unless other wise asked by his current leader or THE leader.
He sits at a towering three feet seven inches (stands at about 5'11), and usually has one leg pulled up to his body so he can let his head rest on his knee while he works. His habbits keep him from leaving any Jarian compound for too long, simply because he has alot of work to do, watching over the list of information coming in and out as well as their more classified items.
He is thin and tone, with a surprisingly healthy amount of fat on his body. He doesnt really dress in anything other then jeans and plain shirts. Any that he can get his hands on even if it is someone elses and not made for his gender. As long as it fits, even loosly he will wear it, untill the person yells at him. He hates confrontation with his friends and fellow Jarian's.
He is also appeares very absentminded when people are talking to him. Which is good for him if anyone ever tries to counter interegate him or capture him.
Storyline: Z knows about the streets, he was often sought after for his mind altering stimulation ability. He could make someone feel like they were high for hours, without the side effects. Well, without natural side effects anyway. When people tried to hurt him, they found that he could ben reaility alittle, make concrete act like water or sand, turn wood into steel. Small things that wouldnt directly impact the actually person, just scare them away. Then he found the Jarian's, and was able to put his tallents to better use.
Z has always tried to stay close to where ever he could call home. But, that sometimes ment leaving when he knew he wasnt wanted. It happened so often that he almost forgot what home was like untill all this mess started up. Now he tries to work with the Jarian's to help make the world safer form the things and weapons that could quite literally destroy the fabric of reality and tear space and time apart leaving quite the mess to clean up. Something that Z doesnt like doing at all.
Quote: "Now where did I put those... Ah!... Oh no, those arent my Coco-Doodles..."
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