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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 12:25 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 3:18 am
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Name: Extoc Westerfield Age: 22 Gender: Male Species: Human Home:The Great Outdoors
Description Teal hair. Somewhat burly though with a surprising glint of wisdom in his eyes for a youth.
Equipment, Abilities, and Weakenesses
Cursed gauntlets. Insatiable backpack.
Extoc's “weapons” are a pair of cursed gauntlets that he cannot remove. They have long retractable claws that cannot be retracted. This has lead to rather interesting eating and personal hygiene habits. He also has a cat-shaped backpack that is held on without straps. Curiously, only food may be placed inside this backpack, and even more curiously said food never appears again in eatable form. If asked details on the workings of his backpack he will reply, simply and intuitively, “Velcro”. He is very, almost unreasonably, protective of his backpack. More so than anything else.
Therefore, it is a matter of great irony that Velcro is actually the name of the cat-spirit that possesses him. The cursed gauntlets are not actually an item that can be removed, but rather, at a physical manifestation of the cat’s power. Additionally, the parasitic cat spirit has the ability to alter Extoc's memories and influence his actions to a large extent. It is not so much that his actually memories have been altered, but instead that when he is trying to remember something, Velcro can substitute a false memory of its own creation. Similarly, it has employed these methods to hide its own existence from its unwitting host.
Extoc's primary ability is that his claws are indestructible, being (unknown to their barer) constructed thought forms capable of rending all matter as they transcend normal physical laws. The drawbacks are intrinsic linked to these benefits. As stated earlier they cannot be retracted and the Estoc’s hands cannot be used normally, as they are locked into fists. Estoc, however, has proved creative enough to find some methods of compensation, such as stabbing food with the claws and lifting it up to his mouth. It is for similar reasons that his wardrobe consists primarily of over-alls. And his spiked mountaineering boots? Velcro. No, literally.
Storyline
Extoc Westerfield used to be usual all-utility outdoors man. Whether swimming lakes, scaling mountains, dropping mine shafts, or swinging tree to tree he always enjoyed himself and was never out of his element.
This was before he lost use of his hands in a terrible accident involving a cheese grater and an axolotl. Now axolotls are normally small, docile creatures rarely venturing out of their streams and marshes to bother humans. The same could be said for cheese graters. But one fateful day, Extoc made the mistake of trying to grate an axolotl.
Now, one might think this must mean Extoc is not the brightest of fellows, but au contraire. Though he has never attended higher education, Extoc has a kind of natural whit and wisdom that is normally put to use making the most of his environment. The problem in this case, rather, was that the normally docile axolotl was actively pretending to be a wedge of cheese. Smoked Gouda, to be exact, as it was a leucistic axolotl it's only other alternative would be to imitate rash cream. And face it, who would want to eat somebody else's rash cream?
Extoc was chasing after the deceitful axolotl after it had run off with his cheese grater, when he stumbled over a lump in the leaf litter. As the lump was somewhat soft and warm he momentarily forgot all about the cheese grater and instead found himself regarding a cat-shaped backpack. How he knew it was a backpack he didn't know. Normally Extoc would not take something that belonged to someone else. Just imagining if some poor squirrel family had to resort to cannibalism because their acorns were inside it would normally be enough to pull his heart strings. However for some strange reason Extoc felt compelled to abandon his normal views of squirrel altruism and take the backpack with him. It attached to his back very naturally, as if by magic. As if by Velcro, even. Within moments he was again sprinting after the axolotl.
He chased the feisty axolotl through forest, fen, field, and forks; across banquet tables and shady sushi bars. Finally only once cornered in the back alley of a strange city and thoroughly exhausted did the axolotl offer to surrender it's prey. Extoc reached out to receive his cheese grater. Then it happened. That he suddenly found his fists wrapped tightly in black metal such that he could not open his hands. As both he and the axolotl stared in amazement, claws suddenly jutted out of the gauntlets.
There was a splattering of blood upon the wall. The axolotl was pinned against the wall, stabbed through the heart by Extoc's claws. Dead.
A look of horror spread across Extoc's face as he knew he would never be able to use his beloved cheese grater again.
Extoc allowed the poor axolotl's body slide off his claws and into his backpack. It was the least he could do.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 1:29 pm
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Name: Hogua Darko Age: Hogua is 19 earth years old Gender: male
Species: human(half jap/American)/demi-deity
Home: Okayama japan
Ability Style: slacker....thats how I'd best put it.
Weapon: his mind and his meager frame are his only means of offense.
Ability:Hogua may "will" things and make them so,the only exceptions however are that he cannot greatly influence the will of others,he cannot bring the dead back,and he cannot "will" things into existence,otherwise if he can create the will within himself he can manipulate the world around him.
Weakness: he has trouble forming the will to do much of anything,and his physical state is in shambles to say the least.
Description:Hogua is a human yes,standing at 5' 7" weighing roughly 117 Lb's,but unlike most humans he's got a layer of fur covering his body,with a tail protruding from his backside which seams to be that of a monkeys,however he also boasts ears which seem to be feline,and feet/paws that appear to be K9. he has long black uneven hair that he does not seam to notes in front of his face,and goes about wearing a white long sleeve shirt thats clearly to big for him with baggy denim pants,and he always has an expression that appears he may pass out any minuet of boredom. (I do have a drawing,but my scanner's broken)
Storyline: Hogua is an anomaly to the mortal realm,he is the only known "living god" that cannot loose his divinity,this is because he was borne with it,his father having been a "living god"(a God who was once mortal and became a god,is different from the "true god's" fore they do not emerge tangibly in the mortal realm of Hogua's home world) but when his father's source of divinity was destroyed his divine powers began to wain,as they did he conceived a son,this was Hogua. The strangest part of this child was that he retained the mentality of a god more then the powers,of which his were very limited. He could perceive odd things,knew there role in the world,he felt the life and pain for people he never met,as his family would read about their tragic accident in the paper the next day. time seamed to have no meaning to him,days months, years would pass with out him noticing,how he described it to his therapist is that
"...I just know,and sometimes,when I want something,I have it,as for time...if I diddent know I was there just a moment ago,I could swear that I've always ever been here,and the place I know i will be in the future as well,everything...feels as if its always happening at once..." Needless to say he's a very troubled person who just wants to know why things are the way they are,something he already knows he cannot find. One day his search led to the shore of his homeland,he thought for a moment that perhaps he was out of places to go,so he wished he was somewhere else,his only specification was that he wished it was someplace "a little less boring" he then lost consciousness..and awoke over Byako,plummeting in from the sky...
Quote:"The fur?...oh I dunno,I thought I'd like to have it....and I guess whatever determines that agreed with me..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 11:18 am
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[This has been posted before but it was horribly done so I deleted it and remade it, so here it is] Name: Suzuko amina Age: 15 Gender: girl Species: a half breed of a cat demon and something els, not known Home confused ?? Ability Style: anything really Weapon: small knife and a chain whip Ability: many different magic spells of random types and has one ancient spell name unknown Weakness: she does not like to kill under any circumstances Description: Storyline: her mother left her to die as a child, she lived alone most her life, she is a sweet girl who loves to take care of others, she has a tender touch and a kind smile, however if forced she will fight to protect herself, but she will never kill again....? Quote: "mew" And she commonly uses the third person view when she talks: "Suzu likes cake", "Suzu is happy", "That makes Suzu sad", etc... [She was part of the school for spells and stuff but then it shut down and she went into hiding, that's why she was gone for like a year.]
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 5:42 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 11:57 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 11:57 pm
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Name: Richard the Warlock Age: Undead Gender: Male Species: Undead Home: Azeroth Ability Style: Warlock Weapon: Just uses his magic. Ability: Vast control of black magic, destructive powers. Weakness: He falls into a catatonic state after overly strenuous battles. This form of hibernation is apparently to help him recuperate. He's undead, so holy powers do significant damage. Also, he hasn't any melee abilities to speak of, so a frontal attack could do some damage, though this would merely dismember him. Killing him would require the act of a deity. Description: Storyline: An undead Warlock who needs only the slightest provocation to sow destruction, Richard is the most blatantly evil person one could ever hope to avoid meeting. He excels at manipulating others, and is oversensitive about his less-than-threatening name - when one man called him "d**k" he blasted him into a pile of ash. He has a vast command of the black arts, a wicked sense of humor, and a troubled history with orphanages (mostly by claiming that the orphanage attacked HIM and he only destroyed it in self-defense). He also claims to have murdered his father. His titles include Chief Warlock of the Brothers of Darkness, Lord of the Thirteen Hells, Master of the Bones, Emperor of the Black, Lord of the Undead, and mayor of a little village up the coast which he describes as "quite scenic in spring". He also does not seem to like anyone telling him not to go places, and tends to kill or intimidate them whenever they do so (and even when they don't). Due to the fact he is undead, Richard can sustain and even shrug off severe injuries, such as fireball through the stomach or a dagger to the heart. He apparently used to have a companion, an imp named Hctib Elttil (An amusing play on words which, as Richard claims, described its place in their relationship), but it ran away. He also seems to have a taste for babies, although this could simply be a twisted joke. He seems to have an affinity with dragons, examples of which was when he turned a dragon of the legion into ice which fell and smashed to pieces (which prompted Richard to quip "It's a pity we don't have more time. It's fun trying to put them back together again) and turning a sand dragon into glass and saying, "Look what I have made!". He also appears to have no real goal in life (or death, as the case may be) other than killing things. He is also a fan of singing tunes about his path of destruction, and tends to make them up as he travels. Quote: "They look like children...it's hard to kill just one!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 4:19 pm
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Name: Firion Tidus Age: 18 Gender: male Species: human, also classified as a meat popcicle Home: SouthTown, USA Ability Style: dish washer at a restaurant, martial artist, Weapon: unarmed mostly, but whatever he can grab Ability: black belts in tiger, dragon, and drunken kung fu, he can use his ki to create visible energy attacks, using power from him and his environment. Weakness: he's human Description:long white hair, black tee shirt with the words, "support local music, sleep with a musician" in white print, white pants, sandals Storyline: from a young age Firion enjoyed the martial arts his dad practiced. it was their way of bonding, like a true father and son. at the age of 10, Firion lost his father to cancer, and was sent to live at a temple, where he learned various Chinese martial arts. a secret technique of ki manifestation was also taught to him, only to be used when necessary. Quote: Yeah, he looks pissed..... Guess I shouldn't have made fun of his dress....
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