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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 8:43 am
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Name: Siphon
Age:16
Gender:Male
Species: Atlantian
Height:5'5
Marital:Single
Attitude:Siphon is timid but at the same time respectful and confident in what he does,but when he is mad he is full of rage and aggressive only plus side to that is it makes his summons more powerful
Elements:Water and ice,weak to lighting
Weapon:twin headed spear/lance(sacred weapon of Atlantis)
Occupation:wonderer
Abilitys/powers:Summoning creatures of water and ice and other things like tsunamis,typhoons etc.He can also become on the with the beast he summons,and has some control over water
Bio:Siphon was born in a temple in Atlantis and was blessed with powers of summoning by ther sea god himself. Over the coarse of time Siphon grew to be the pride and joy of Atlantis,but ended up being banished for breaking the law of using the sacred lance, he had used it to save the city when it was attacked by a unknown force.It was forbid to use the lance because it gave the user to live at the age they are now forever and can only die by battle and it was bound to the user.After that Siphon went to the surface world to travel it and never to return home.
Appearance: whats in the picture but also a shark tooth neck lace.He also has dragon scale armor. and no he did not kill any dragons to get them >,..,>
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The leviathan gives it scales to siphon when its read to grow new ones and Siphon used them to make his armor and weapons
Extra info:Siphon was gills on his neck so to breath underwater and when he has webbed hands and feet.The marks of Atlantis also appear on him when ever he summons.
Also summons tend to come out by there self when they feel siphon is in danger
Summons:
1.Leviathan
Great sea dragon
can summon great waves(tsunami) just with the swing of its mighty tail
2.Kraken
three headed tentacled sea beast
can spray surges of sea water through tis beaks
3.Hydra
7headed sea serpant
can breath fire
4.Yeti
mountain beast
Weather summons
Tempest
water and lightning storm
Tsunami
can only use in extreme danger
typhoon
bigger version of a hurricane
use it on more personal scale then a giant storm but the power is all the same
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 10:56 pm
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Name: Natania
Nicknames Gained: The Puppeteer, Manipulator
Age: 32 years old as a demon (looks 16 as a human)
Gender: Female
Species: Demon
Height: 5’1” (Human form), 5’6” (Demon form)
Weight: 55 kg (both forms)
Marital Status: Single
Attitude: As a fallen angel, Natania is overcome with immense hatred toward angels and anything that comes close to being godly in a “bright, love, shining” good way. She views them as ignorant and that they do not completely understand what the world really is. The more the race comes close to being an angel, the more her lust for their blood increases. She will completely lose sense of reason and attack an angel on sight without question.
To many, she comes across as cold and isolated, but she merely has little to say. Because of this, she rarely shows expression on her face. As emotionless as she might sound, Natania always ponders and complicates things for herself because of her complexity of being a fallen demon disguised as a human.
Natania has not smiled in twenty years since the time she was created by her higher being. She is also attracted to anything with an aura of the dark, gloomy, cold, and cynical. The number one thing that is on the same level as her hatred toward angels is her anger on betrayal. Whether it was her business or not, any form of betrayal will be deemed as fit for punishment. Forgiveness is not her forte.
Weapons: Carries no sharp weapons, but uses the case of her marionettes to whack people in her human form. In a sense, her marionettes are like her weapons.
Occupation: Street puppeteer
Abilities/Powers: She has the ability to manipulate inanimate objects without the use of string depending on the weight of the object and the extent of her demon strength (i.e. she cannot manipulate a huge castle or mountain). She mostly prefers to use the marionettes she holds because they are lighter making them earn more speed.
Maria: This was the first puppet Natania found and remodeled to her liking. Maria resembles a little girl dressed in a gothic maid outfit. She holds an axe in her hand that is scale sized. But do not be fooled by its small size. If caught off guard, this little puppet can cut off both ears, a nose, and split your lips open. Maria’s face holds a psychotic smile with one eye manically staring at the looker and the other eye slightly rolled behind her head. Maria is Natania’s favorite.
Chanoch: Chanoch was modeled to look like an old man. He has a short, white beard and has thick, white eyebrows. Chanoch has his eyes closed with the common “old man” smile. He wears a long jacket and looks frail and skinny. But things are not always as they appear. Chanoch can stop any physical attacks or objects thrown with his long, skinny body and bind the attack in place temporarily to give an opening for an attack on the opponent.
Other puppets: Collected or created along the way.
As a manipulator, Natania can also disguise or throw her voice in different places to confuse her opponents if her surroundings are to her advantage. Her voice can act as a persuader, or provoker.
Bio: Natania, compared to other angels, was only recently created. Like other angels, she smiled, laughed, and enjoyed many of her "brothers'" and "sisters'" company. But after six years of being created, she started to notice the human race more and more. Natania was captivated and curious at how different they were compared to her and the angels. Many of her brothers and sisters had also observed the humans and all admitted how they were secretly jealous. No one would dare say anything to their creator, however.
As a young angel, she was not allowed to go to the human world alone due to the fact she may become influenced by their ways and end up "corrupted." She broke this rule and watched them at a closer distance, but did not interact with them. Of course, she had a belief that what she was doing was completely harmless and no interaction with the humans can not possibly influence her. But like the other angels, Natania also grew jealous of them.
The older angels warned her many times that she should not be going alone and that their creator would be displeased. Something within her resisted after that warning repeated over and over. Eventually, they had to stop her behavior and tell their creator about it. Natania became slightly fearful and asked help from one of her angel sisters. She told Natania to meet her at the highest cloud, but still below their creator, so that they could have a private meeting. Natania obeyed and waited longer than she expected. "You have to understand Natania, I do not want to bring trouble to our loving creator. What you have done was sinful and must be punished."
That was the last thing Natania heard as she was turning around and pushed off the cloud, falling into the human world. Shocked, Natania tried to fly and stop. Her wings still had yet to grow strong, and the speed she was falling at caused her wings to fly upward rather than outward. Forcing her wings out, the speed and pressure of the air started to tear up her wings. She fell through trees before she landed onto the ground. Her shock could not decipher whether she should feel betrayed or saddened. The complexity of these emotions raged into hatred and consumed her, changing her appearance.
A few years later, she had decided to disguise herself as a human and sometimes interacted with them, no longer feeling bound to the rules she had to go by as an angel.
Appearance: Natania's human form has her with short, black hair as well as black eyes. She wears a long jacket slightly similar to Chanoch's except hers has a high collar. She wears a normal, grey shirt with an upside down cross necklace indicating to herself that she is a fallen angel. She wears a decorative skirt with shorts underneath in case she has to resort to physical fighting. Natania also wears high, laced boots that stops a few inches below her knee. The case she always carries with her looks almost like a guitar case, but it really holds most of her puppets since they are so small in size allowing her to fit a few. The headphones is really just for decoration because she does not listen to music that often.
Her true form reveals her battered wings. They are no longer as large as they once where when she was an angel and have become small to the point that her back can hide them. She also has blood red eyes that seem to stare at the corruption of a person's soul. This stare often intimidates humans if they were ever unfortunate enough to witness her in this form. Natania's hair also turns grey and has a small horns coming from her head. The upside down cross necklace turned out to be a broken leash-like choker. There is a small, black like scar that runs down the right side of her face, but she can still see through her right eye.
Demon form
Human form
Torn wings
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 10:12 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 8:29 pm
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Nicknames Gained: Crimm
Age: Appears 23.
Gender: Female
Species: Natural blooded Lycan.
Height: 5' 8''
Weight: 145
Marital Status: Single (Divorced with 3 children)
Appearance: Long red hair that goes halfway down her back. Pale skin with scars on both her shoulders from battle and on her neck. She received the scars from a former lover. She was blinded by love and was unable to sense that he had been changed into a vampire. He tried to take a bite out of her in order for the lycan blood and vampire blood to kill her. She has sad red eyes that can peer deep into your soul.
Attitude: Crimson would like to think she was quite, reserved, and spoke only when needed but if she did, she would be lying to herself. She has a strong personality and that shows in every conversation you have with her. She is very stubborn and once she knows she’s right about something, it’s almost impossible to change her mind unless you provide her with scientific evidence and personal experience with reason. She doesn’t hesitate to speak whenever matters of great conflict arise. Crimson would also like to think emotions are useless, but only a fool believes that. She has learned emotions are necessary and natural occurrences within the soul. She is happy for the most part; however memories of her past sometimes haunt her. She can be extremely serious when she needs to be, like whenever her leadership position comes first. If there’s a stranger she will not hesitate to speak with them, she makes study them for a minute or two. She likes to analyze and decipher a person before she becomes overly involved with them. She enjoys studying and learning new things about the world around her. She has a passion for nature and animals, as well as things unseen. If someone crosses her or challenges her she can have a nasty temper. Because if her temper she’s usually referred to as a fire cracker. She’s unpredictable and dangerous whenever she’s set off.
Element: Crimson’s natural element is fire. She knows a little shadow but hardly uses it. She is learning to play with earth by tending to her garden every chance she can. She’ll also retreat there if she feels sad.
Weapons: Crimson fights with a Claymore, not just any Claymore though. This Claymore is thousands of years old, passed down through her family for generation to generation. The Claymore has been enchanted with the power of forbidden magic. The Claymore can never be broken and the jewel that was melted into the mouth of the dragon, on her hilt, contains the souls of all those she has slain. She does this by delivering a fatal wound to his opponent. As the victim fades away, she asks them if they are ready to die. If they aren’t ready to pass on, she proposes her deal. Their soul will remain with her until she passes on and it gives them the illusion that they are in paradise. So they know they will be in the perfect life and not wonder if they will go to heaven or hell. This Claymore is called Exile. She also has a dagger that’s just an ordinary silver dagger with the Celtic knot engraved into it.
Claymore
Dagger
Occupation: Crimson has become a wanderer of sorts, after leaving and returning she feels she is unworthy to call a place "home". Of course she associates herself with the Fire Clan and she feels an emotional connection. She is skilled in many aspects of life. She prefers healing, purifying, and blessing but she would never label herself a "priestess" or a "healer". Crimson is fairly skilled with her blade. She also dabbles with the elements of fire, shadow, and earth. She has a personal quest to master every element in existence.
Abilities: Crimson is extremely inn-tune with nature. She has the ability to cast spells that can manipulate certain elements, some elements she can go into further detail with. Fire is the easiest to manipulate. She has a bit of trouble with shadow and earth. The most trouble she has is with water and wind. Her spells come from her Pagan religion. She also has the ability to transform when she needs to. Sometimes if she doesn’t feed her lycan form takes over and goes on a massive rampage, killing anything in its path. She can retract and extend her nails and fangs as needed.
Powers: Crimson is a pro whenever it comes to defending the right and handing out justice. Whenever she was younger she often inspired to become a Priestess, though her species simply wouldn’t allow it. She was urged to become the strongest fighting female of her pack. She was never one for physical contact. She preferred to talk about arguments, she enjoyed reading and learning. Though that was quickly beaten out of her. Crimson eventually became a brutal and harsh Lycan like the rest. She invoked two mottos, “Kill or be killed” and “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.” As a result of grappling, wresting, and enduring pain to her bodies limits time and time again, she has the will of a warrior. After Crimson found herself, she realized that her human soul was the path she should follow. She studied healing, purification, blessings, and she obsessed over Paganism. She found all these things absolutely incredible. She also learned that these things could be used as weapons when needed. Crimson can cast barriers, enchant weapons to hold certain elemental properties, make potions that inflict certain ailments, and much more.
Appearance: Crimson
Eyes: Her eyes...she has spent many a nights peering into them, trying to find a bases for her being. Something that makes her a concrete image in this world. While others have happiness, anger, jealousy, or anther emotion, you see nothing when you gaze into her eyes. The pupil within her eye is either large enough to make it appear as if it is completely black, a microscopic ring of smokey yellow surrounding it. The black circle can also be so small it seems she doesn't have one, just white clouds swirling around an orb of ruby. The iris shifts from a foggy haze of light red to dark, depts. of scarlet, depending on her moods. The red is speckled with tints of dark yellow. In the small splashes of fire in her eyes you are able to see reflections of her past, the pain she went through as a slave, and the bodies of her dead parents. Her thoughts aren't a safe place to be and she knows it, she tries to avoid eye contact with humans, who would surly go mad from a simple gaze.
Hair: Crimson’s hair is red, no doubt. It’s the color of fire, the natural element she was born with. Infact most of her characteristics reflect that of fire, none more so than her hair. Thick waves flow down her shoulders and rest half way down her back. Her bangs part to each side, more hair clings to the right rather than the left so her right eye is entirely covered. Her left eye has a few strands blocking your view but otherwise it’s completely visible. She believes that mortals shouldn’t make eye contact with her, as her eyes have the ability to reflect her past, she keeps them covered on purpose. Crimson doesn’t style it or cut it in certain ways, she allows it to hang freely about her shoulders and frame her face. Her hair is thick and smooth, it frizzes on hot days sometimes, and on windy days it’s a horrid mess to untangle but her mother had long hair like this, so she keeps it this way to honor her.
Body Build/Details: Crimson’s build is rather unique. She’s not petite but she’s not so blucky that she is pure muscle. She is muscular, as most lycans inherit that trait. Her shoulders are broad and powerful, more so than a normal female. She has a full figured body, something she gratefully gained from her mother. The clothing she chooses to wear show off her toned legs and arms. Her hands are soft to the touch from the years of vacation from war. There was a time whenever they were rough and she could hold the blade of a sword and jerk it from her opponent without flinching. There was also a time whenever she refused to sleep, feeling rivals were also close at hand. This rewarded her with dark circles under her eyes, now though she sleeps peacefully at night. She stands 5’8’’, a bit over average for the height of a woman. She has a small waist and toned abs. Her father was a tall and powerful man, so she towers over enemies even if she’s shorter. She appears to be a treating and sexy foe to those of any intelligence. Most enemies underestimate her and as a result most of them are dead.
Whenever she is around people her face is glowing and she eagerly hands out smiles. Whenever she’s alone, it’s another story. Her face is emotionless and cold, she is trapped in thoughts of her past. She won’t let go of it, no matter how people beg her to do it. She believes the past is the key to the future and will die saying that. Crimson can have a soft appearance when she is showing sympathy or remembering happier times of her past or horrible times, holding onto the pain. Her eyes show a distant world. She can also have an emotional side, where she blushes and stumbles over her words. Her cheeks turn a light scarlet. She is very pale ordinarily though. She has high cheek bones, making her face slender and her neck is slender as well. She has several scars upon it, one thin, long scar is across her windpipe. Another is two deep indentions on the side of her neck. She once got into a fight with a vampire and he attempted to drain her blood dry, though he was unsuccessful. The vampire had the ability to do mind control on her at one point, she had to hunt him down and kill him in order to stop it.
Deep wounds were carved into her shoulders once, whenever she was made a slave. They left horrible scars of disfigured flesh. She still remembers the pain from those nights as a slave. She bottles up her memories and move on with her life. She also has another scar that runs from her neck down to her hip, how she got it she’ll never tell anyone. There is another that she made herself, an x upon a section of her wrist. She made that x as a promise to a friend, she promised her friend she would save her one day, but her friend died right before her eyes.
Outfit: Crimson doesn’t have a specific dress or style, though she prefers black and red, she hates wearing anything else. To her black means wisdom and red means that blood from the past. Whenever she is lounging around at the Inn she wears a sweater or a t-shirt, most of the time a tank top, and either jeans or some windbreakers. Whenever she enters combat it’s a different matter entirely. She considers fighting to be an art so she wears clothes that make her seem to dazzle whenever she choose to show off her fighting skills. Still she has no specific attire.
Bio: Crimson was born 2000 years ago, in the era of Imperial Rome. She had been born into Nobel birth upon an island that was her people. Lycans had taken over an island many centuries ago and claimed it as their own territory, damning any human who dare try to step upon the soil. Even if one was foolish enough to try the scent would carry to the nostrils of the Lycans on the entire island, he would be eaten alive in a matter of minutes. Rome was considered to be the time period of intelligence, democracy, and beautiful fashions. The lycans were none of these things. They lycans preferred violence and fighting to the death for glory, honor, and pride. Competitions would be held often in a stadium, the losers would face death, while the winner would go on to become one of nobility. It wasn’t uncommon to see two lycans fighting over a slice of steak on market day. Crimson really hated their way of life but she was only a princess. Her mother and father believed whole heartedly in the lycan way of life.
Crimson’s mother was the Queen of the Lycans. She struck more fear into their hearts than the king! Her name was Rose, named after a delicate flower, what a disappointment to the flower. Rose was a harsh wench. She was a master at melee weapons and strategy, she pushed Crimson and her siblings to follow in her foot steps. Disappointment meant punishment. She took Crimson out for practice constantly, Crimson just didn’t want to learn but Rose beat that notion out of her head. Crimson’s heart hardened to the world and she became an exact image of Rose, the third b***h of the lycans.
Crimson’s father was named Virgil, he was a powerful warlock but an even more powerful swordsman. He taught his children spells and swordsmanship. He wasn’t as harsh as Rose was but he still punished failure. He hated humans and forced Crimson to hate them also. She eventually was consumed by the hatred and forgot who she really was.
Crimson had three siblings. She had two older ones, Vega and Scarlett, and one younger, Serenia. Vega had inherited their mother’s cold heart. He spent his time kidnapping humans and performing target practice on them. Whenever he was unable to harm humans he spent his time bringing the dead ones back to life and injuring animals. Vega was Rose’s pride and joy. He could summon skulls from the ground and call forth spirits. Scarlett was an arrogant and ignorant fool, though she was incredibly powerful. Scarlett was only able to transform on the night of the full moon but whenever she transformed she was unstoppable. Serenia was a gentle creature and the youngest of the siblings, she had been similar to Crimson, innocent and kind. The Lycans would soon snatch that honorable trait from her.
Shame feel on the Lycan Clan one day. Serenia had run away and taken a human male for a husband. The Lycan Clan erased her memory from the records and said that if she was ever to be seen she was to be killed on sight. Crimson had never expected to see her again, however she did. Crimson was in Rome one day, getting supplies for a travel she planned to take. She picked up the scent of Serenia and followed her home. She was shocked to find Serenia had a child and was pregnant with another. It was absolute disgrace to Lycans everywhere! Hatred and rage boiled in Crimson’s veins. She entered the home and slaughter Serenia, her husband, and the younger child. She killed her husband and the child quickly, not wanting to waste time getting to Serenia, just one quick snap of the neck was all it took. They were so fragile. Crimson took her time with Serenia. She eventually cut open her stomach and allowed her the honor of bleeding to death, purging her soul of the evil inside her. It was the customs of the Lycans. Crimson returned home and told her family the news, she was given many honors, and a feast was held in her name.
Vampires…they were no better than humans to her, she hates them even more if that was possible. They invaded her home and killed all the Lycans, the vampires took the nobles back as slaves. Crimson was assigned to become the slave of a vampire named Kaine. Vega and Scarlett had been cowards and escaped the raid from the vampires. So Crimson, her mother and father, along with some other family members had been kidnapped. Kaine took Crimson’s dagger from her and sliced two deep and painful wounds slowly into her shoulders. Blood dripped from the wounds and she could feel how excited Kaine became from that. Kaine bent down and lapped her blood up. He had commented on how divine she had tasted. He then chained her to the wall of his chambers and ripped her clothes off, being a slave she wasn’t permitted to wear clothes anymore. He raped her whenever he needed pleasure, feed her only a little amount, and only gave her blood when she was at the point of dying. He even invited his friends to join in on the fun sometimes. Then one night…the Vampires decided to hold a tournament. They decided it would be fun to see whose slave was the strongest. They organized the event and threw the lycans into a pit and stabbed them with heated pit forks until they fought. It was here…Crimson was forced to murder both her parents. She couldn’t say she loved them but they had provided for her and gave her all she needed, she killed them with great regret. Kaine had given her a pit fork and forced her to stab them over and over until they eventually were unable to heal themselves and die. It took several hours and their screams echoed through the halls. It was almost unbearable. Shortly after this, the remaining Lycans formed a revolt and forced themselves out of the lair of the Vampires. Crimson had been one of the handfuls to escape alive. It was then she realized she had aged 1000 years and was faced with a new age of time.
Crimson hated how the place was so filthy. She had been living in an apartment packed with so many people the stench was unbearable. People couldn’t or wouldn’t bath since the Black Plague had been going around. Crimson didn’t have to worry about catching something so weak to her immune system. She bathed without care. Humans were dying constantly and at such a quick pace that people couldn’t dig the graves fast enough and eventually resorted to just tossing the bodies into the ditches. It made the smell even worse. Doctors assumed that purging was the answer, that if they bleed enough blood the disease would go away but of course that only made things worse. Crimson had been unable to stand for it, so she took her belongings and moved into a cave outside of town. The smell was still horrid but it wasn’t as bad as being in it. She found she smelled of it and wouldn’t be able to hide if she needed to, what a surprise. She couldn’t say anything important happened in this time period, she was to sum it all up, bored out of her mind.
Crimson absolutely adored Henry Ford. He was such a cleaver little man. He was also the most interesting human she had seen in centuries. It was a shame to see him run out of business and his idea of a head Nazi was ridiculous. He had helped play a hand in stereotyping German citizens, which wasp pretty stupid, but she still enjoyed him none-the-less.
As time progressed science began to take over, over powering idiotic religious notions. Crimson was grateful for that but all the crap science invented gave her headaches and hurt her ears. (And I’m really bored and can’t think of anything to write, so I’m going to half a** even more from this point on.)
Crimson decided to travel across the world. She had invested in the stock market so she was incredibly wealthy. The money hadn’t brought her happiness though. She eventually found a place that was separated from the outside world. She took the land and used her money to build homes and accommodated it with showers and baths, she fashioned it to look just like feudal Japan. She then canceled all her stocks and began to live of the land. She called the place Eternity of Elements, creating various clans for certain land formations on the continent. She chose to lead the Shadow Clan and appointed people she had known from long ago into certain leadership positions if they chose. Crimson found a lover here. His name was Acheron but there was more to this man than meets the eye. He is older than her and time itself really. He had an ancient evil living inside of him and one day it erupted. It destroyed everything she ever cared about and he fled. Crimson was forced to find a new refuge. After many years of searching she found the Koumuru Continent. She found it was much like her own home. She joined the Fire Clan, taking a position as a healer. She was cold and distant, often found drinking vodka. However she meets someone named Sokotsu. They feel in love and bored three children with each other. Artemis was momma’s little girl. She was a spitting image of her also. Soktosu and Crimson divorced each other, she sent the children away, in hopes of finding a better life. A great war erupted throughout the Koumuru Continent, in hope to overthrow the leader and kick some clans into action. The Fire Clan and the Shadow Clan were basically the largest scales in the war. The Shadow Clan won, tearing apart the Inn and destroying the Land. Many were killed in the fight. The provoker of the war was eventually captured and imprisoned. Shortly after he was released and he and the leader of the Fire Clan, along with his family departed to another world to live in peace. Crimson had been named leader of the Fire Clan ever since, she hopes she can live up to the reputation of the former leader. She tries with all her might as well…. Acheron appeared again one day, at the Fire Clan, he was distant at first learning she had bore children and wed to another man. Crimson thought he would never return though. Soon their love began to stir again, but lately…she has no clue where he’s been. The Koumuru continent has basically been deserted, the Fire Clan the only clan that holds any form of life.
The Fire Clan eventually lost it's spark and power. Outsiders forced there way into the area and slowly began to take over every clan seeking domination of all life. An attack was waged on her followers and they fought a horrible battle. Their numbers were so few and everyone around her fell. Crimson was forced to evacuate and leave her home. She heard rumors of an underground for all types of races. It reminded her of Koumuru and she longed for companionship. She found the underground and made a new life here.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 7:44 am
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Name: Lexi Tasaki Nicknames Gained: Lex Age:Is really 49, but appears to 16 Gender:Female Species: Demon Height: 5'0 Weight:103 Marital Status:single Attitude: She can be ...Rude. She will stick up for herself, and the ones closest to her. Sarcastic. She likes to make fun of the ones she hates most, even when they do not know that she is. Protective, Her friends are the things that she loves, and she won't let anyone mess with them. Elements: Fire, She has a tendancy to make things burst into things when she gets angry. She can burn herself if she uses this element for too long.
Dark, the night is her friend. She can call shadows to her side. She uses 'darkness' when she needs it the most. Weapons: Five daggers. Its her favorite thing to mess around with. A whip, she does not often carry it around with her, unless she knows she will need it. Two hand guns, she always has at least one wih her. Occupation: N/A Abilities/Powers:
Flight: When in demonic form, long black wings appear, making her able to have flight.
Stregnth:, She is stronger than most, but cannot lift up a whole car.
Healing faster: Unless its a arm ripping off injury, in a couple days she would be fine. Bio: Before she wasbad, she enjoyed her life. She had friends, and loved life. Well, who wouldn't if they had everything they wanted. (WIll add more later ) Appearance:
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 8:03 pm
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Name: Nicolas Fraus
Nickname: Nick, Spieling Nick
Age: Lost count. Still looks nineteen.
Gender: Male
Species: Sylph (Type of Fay/Fairy)
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 68kg
Marital Status: Single
Attitude: Nicolas is very cocky about his looks and his skills. He acts very charming in order to try and fool people, especially women, into thinking he is nice, or “smooth.” Whenever he is mistaken for a female, he will attempt to prove otherwise. This is one of the many reasons he has become cocky, or otherwise, single with red marks on his cheek. Nicolas respects the Dragon race since they are older than he is, but loves to be mischievous with the Human race. Whether they are friendly, or dangerous, as long as he can get a reaction, that is already an accomplishment. In all retrospect, Nicholas loves to have fun and improvise with whatever life throws at him rather than strategically plan. Nicholas, however, really hates closed spaces, even if it was with the opposite gender.
Elements: As a sylph, Nicolas’ element is air. He has no wings, but uses the air to help him fly. Because of this, he is mistaken as a fairy from fair away with invisible wings.
Weapons: He has no weapons, but he does carry around a wooden flute, which obviously has no impact if he were to ever use it as an attack.
Occupation: N/A
Abilities/Powers: As an elemental of wind, he can obviously use the power of wind. Nicolas can nearly become invisible in the air when he flies. At high speed, he can create a mini tornado aimed at the enemies. Unfortunately, if he were to go too fast, he would also get caught in his own attack. Nicholas can also call any allies that he had decided to make in his life through the music of his flute. The sound is carried through the wind and only comes across as being regular music to others. However, whoever Nicholas had wanted to call to, the music would definitely sound as if it is a cry for help. This is also good for delivering secret messages. This obviously would not work against species with highly sensitive hearing as they can make out the pitch of whatever message Nicholas sent.
Nicholas is very good at hand-to-hand combat through many years of practice for however long he has lived. He often does not resort to this because he tends to avoid battles and would rather play tricks. Thievery is also something Nicholas is best at, but often returns the items since he has no use for them.
Bio: Nicholas was born as an invisible child inside a woman's womb. However, she neither slept with a man, nor did she even look pregnant. An interesting way to be born, but it was proof enough that his element was naturally the wind. Once given birth, he flew away in the air where his human mother could have sworn she saw the shape of a small boy fly away with joy. Growing up, Nicholas spent more time in the air than he did on the ground. When he did allow his feet to touch the earth, everything around him turned into mischief. He would steal, vandalize, and set traps for unfortunate pass-byers. Because of his feminine appearance, more so as a child, many girls would interact with him thinking he was cute. Initially, he hated their attention until some of the male children began to bully him, mocking his appearance. This led to a lot of insults, dirt, and fists. As another method to get back at those who bullied him, Nicholas decided to play along with the girls' infatuation of him which end resulted in him stealing away a lot of girls from the boys. With victory at the tip of his fingers, Nicholas continued this throughout the many years he has lived, experiencing different types of women through different centuries. Anyone can easily observe that Nicholas will never get bored of his life until his death.
Appearance: His appearance is exactly as it is in here x. As many can see, Nicholas has feminine qualities, but can be a fighter if needed.
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Ichigo The Bunny Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 12:54 am
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Name: Dante V Valour
Nicknames Gained: "The Bloody Beast"
Age:
Real Age: ???
Appearence Age: 17 - 20
Gender: Male
Species: Dragon Born
Height:
True Form: ???
Human Form: 6'2
Weight:
True Form: ???
Human Form: 3000 lbs
Marital Status: Single
Attitude: Dante is a Sociopath meaning he lacks a personality...
Elements:
Fire
Void
Weapons
True Form: Fangs, Claws, Tail, Wings are Razor Sharp along the edges.
Human Form: To many to count }{Primary: claws, fangs, 3 razor tipped tails}{
Occupation: Supposedly a merc.
Abilities/Powers:
Instant Regeneration
"Super" Strength
Bursts of Raw Energy: Dante can fire bursts of raw energy from the tips of his armor covered fingers, as well however, he can also fire them from the tips of his razor sharp tails.
Charge Burst: Dante can charge a burst of raw power in his mouth, before biting down on it, condensing it in an instant, before releasing a massive wave of destruction.
Tare of the Void: Dante, with his raw power, literally rips open the fabric of reality, once this is done, he is able to "summon" unimaginable weapons to the battle field, each weapon weighing a minimum of 2000lbs, meaning few opponents can use said weapons against Dante.
Preview of Tare of the Void: 1:40
Bio: Only Rumors surround him, rumors have followed him for thousands of years. (Thats all I'm putting...)
Appearance:
True Form: No one's lived after seeing this form.
Human Form: Dante
Extra Information: Dante has only gone into his True form once.
((I'm not adding anything else to the bio... it had all the info about the armor, the weight, the abilities, etc etc... I'm not retyping it... ever...)) |
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:16 am
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Name: Axel
Age: He's about 700 years old, give or take a decade.
Gender: Male
Species: Elven
Height: 5 feet 9 inches
Weight: 140
Marital Status: Single
Attitude: Varies with the situation. He'll do anything that needs to be done in order to get what he wants, so don't under-estimate him.
Weapons Silver blade fused with an onyx hilt. He aquired this weapon by means of bargining with its maker. He's the only one to have ever weilded it.
Occupation: Assasin / Weapons Forger
Abilities/Powers: He has the ability to see bits and pieces of the past in shadows. Tied to this gift is the ability to use the shadows as he pleases, including for transportation and disguises.
Bio: Axel began his first century of life by studying under the most prestigous forgers in the near vicinity of his home. With them he learned the arts of sword, bow, and staff making along with several other useful but lesser weapons. His parents had little to do with his raising, as it was custom for the entire community to raise a child, so it caused very little trauma for him when they were killed along with many others in a raid from a rival group of elves across the gorge. However, their deaths spurred him on to broadening his field of study to include the use of the items he was making and not just how to make them. By the close of his third century, he had ascended to the highest ranks among the soldiers of his home and was well reknowned for his fighting prowess. Midway through this time period, the same group of elves attacked his city while holding him captive in their camp, forcing him to watch as his home burned along with all the people he knew. Enraged, Axel killed every one of his assailents as well as single-handedly toppling their captial.
Now he shuns any contact with those of his kind, save for one person: his brother, Falchian. Falchian works under the Queen as a guard of sorts, recieving assignments to dispose of those who cause the Queen worry or unease. When he is unable to complete a task, he tells Axel the details and then passes on the reward for the job directly from the Queen. Currently, Axel is tracking down an beast only known as 'Nameless' which is what brought him here. |
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