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Name: Vianhart
Age: Thirty-two
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Lupian
~The Lupian race is a race consisting of magical wolf-like creatures, superior to that of an average wolf in almost all ways. They were born to be warriors and hunters alike; having a spiritual capacity that exceeds that of an average mortal, due to the fact that their ancestors have trained day and night, whose strength has been passed down to the next generations. While they are able to live quite long, [Perhaps to the age of two hundred, at max] their spiritual-selves are immortal, only being able to be killed through magic. Although they take the appearance of an average wolf, there are ways to tell that they are Lupians. On average, Lupians are usually taller than the average size of a wolf and the color of their coats most of the time consist of multi-colors [some even having markings upon their fur.]. However, anyone who is able to detect a being's spiritual capacity would know in an instant that they are no average wolf.
Occupation: Martial Arts Teacher
Level you live on: Tends to wander upon his free time, but his Martial Arts school is upon level sixteen, which is where he does his teaching. It also has an upper floor, which is where he "lives."
Personality:The first notable characteristic of Vianhart would have to be his courage as well as his warrior-like instinct and heart. Though he has a passion for fighting, it is never without reason nor is it for the side of the wicked. He is true to himself and to everyone he meets, making him a trust worthy ally. While he is not exactly the type to be running after females, he does, in fact, take a liking to them, whether he shows it or not. It just seems as though his mind is clouded by other thoughts or priorities. The Lupian had always had a tendency to take a liking to music that is both calming/soothing and perhaps with poetic lyrics.
History: Vianhart was born during a time when his entire race had been waging war amongst themselves, through many different packs upon the land. He had been trained to fight and to hunt at a young age, having grasped the concept quickly, for it was in his blood to do so. While he never really took a liking to war, he did enjoy the strategic concept of combat and had always done so strictly for fun.
Although his parents had trained him for the very reason of the war, they never intended to send him to battle, for their home was quite a distance from the main conflict. They taught him for the purpose of self-defense as well as protecting his home and family. Vianhart had become quite the fighter at the age of nine, which was about the time that his sister, Eona, was born. He had always had a close relationship with his sister, being the one to teach her to fight and hunt when she was old enough.
As the years went by, the inevitable had finally come to knock on their door, for a group from an opposing pack had come to claim their home for themselves, in order to expand their territory. Vianhart was about sixteen at the time; Eona still being quite young and not nearly strong enough to stand up to them. Their parents had told them to retreat and take refuge at the main lands of their pack, where they will meet up with them later. Though Vianhart strongly disagreed, he did it for the safety of his sister. To this day, he still questions whether he did the right thing or what might have happened if he had stayed, for he never saw or heard from his parents after that day. Still he questions whether or not they had survived, or, rather, still has hope that they had.
Within the next two days, the two had made it to the main portion of their pack, where military related discussions were held. Upset by the loss of their parents, Vianhart and Eona volunteered for military positions as warriors and spent the next few years taking part in the war. Eona, however, was too young to become a warrior yet, and had taken professional training while practicing with her brother whenever they had the chance until she became an official warrior.
Throughout their time of taking part in the war, Vianhart had rose through the ranks fairly quickly, becoming the pack's official guardian at the age of twenty. Eona had become one of the better warriors within the pack as well, assuming her position upon the front lines in battle. He had also noticed that she had taken a liking to one of the higher ranked Lupians, seeing that they were spending quite a bit of time together. While he never took a liking to him due to his attitude and how he treated those who were lower ranked, he didn't pursue his sister about it, but only told her to remain cautious.
A total of seven years had passed since they had taken part in the war, having quite a happy life, untill the day a traitor within the pack had shown himself and led his own force against the pack leader, while standing along side an opposing pack. Before knowing who the traitor was, Vianhart had quickly made his way to the pack leader's side, preparing to defend him in the attack and hoping that Eona would be alright. However, it wasn't much afterward that Eona had informed him of the traitor with much sorrow and shock upon her face.
It was her lover.
But there was little time to mourn. The pack had struggled to fight against forces for several hours, but there was simply too many to fight off. The remaining warriors were forced to retreat and take refuge within their sister pack, planning an all-out assault that would be executed a day or two later. Feeling sorry for her sister, Vianhart did what he could to comfort her, but she simply preferred to be left alone. Taking heed to her words, he did as she wished and prepared himself for the upcoming battle.
Within the next two days, the pack had prepared themselves and mobilized about a mile away from the opposing pack's primary territory. The pack was split into two forces, the plan being to strike from two directions. The battle had commenced at sundown and Vianhart led his small squad quickly through the enemy lines, wanting to get to their leader as quick as possible. Eona had joined him, with fury in her eyes untill their squad had met up with the traitor's. She told her brother to continue on while she confronted him and would meet up with him to help him fight off their leader.
With little time to think, Vianhart did as she wished once more, leading his squad onward, while the traitor had ordered his to pursue them, while he and Eona fought one on one.
Vianhart and his squad had quickly made their appearance to the enemy leader, immediately charging to take down him and his guardians. Vianhart, however, went straight for their leader, showing no mercy toward anyone in his way; it was a fight to the death. It felt as though he had been fighting for hours, before the traitor had made his appearance, with her sister's throat in his jaws as he dropped her corpse upon the ground, baring his fangs.
After viciously cutting the pack leader's throat to shreds, Vianhart let out a single howl of sorrow before leaping toward the traitor to avenge his sister. No longer did he care if his squad had been doing well or not, for his only goal at that point was to kill the traitor for all he had done. After a fierce battle, the traitor had fallen to his fangs and Vianhart was left surrounded as he was weakened from all the fighting. It was at the moment, however, that the rest of his pack had come and rescued him, finishing the battle soon afterward.
Throughout the next few days, Vianhart and his squad had been titled as war heroes and their names went down in Lupian history. However, not once did he feel any pride in his successions. Soon afterward, peace had made amongst the remaining packs, joining together as one large pack. A new tradition had been made that every full moon the leaders of the packs would meet with their gurdians in an area that was directly at the center of their lands. This was where all the fallen warriors had been buried, including Eona, and the area was named, thereafter, the Meadows of Heaven.
Within the few months of peace, Vianhart had made the decision to leave his homeland and start a new life somewhere else, wanting to forget about the war and his lost comrades. Having heard of a place known as the Golden City, he made his way to this city and made a living as a Martial Arts teacher; his school becoming one of the best and well known within the year he had been there. Enjoying his new life thus far, he intends to make the best of it and hopes that this place doesn't erupt into a war like his home had.
Weapon(s): His only weapons are his own spirit and his fangs.
Power(s) & Abilities: Lupians have been known to be masters in the arts of melee and this is no exception in Vianhart’s case. He is extremely agile and strong, able to take down enemies twice or three times his size. The Lupian is also skilled in the arts of spirit manipulation/Incarnum, (mostly being his own spirit rather than the spirits of others.) which he uses to increase the potential of his physical power much farther than they would be normally. Through many years of fighting, his spiritual capacity has become quite broad, making him able to fight for several days straight before growing tired. He has eased in the ability of astral projection as well as many other useful spiritual spells.
Being a master of the hunt, Vianhart is inherited with extremely keen senses. He has been known to chase down his enemy when they attempt to retreat upon defeat or coming close to do so, until they are no longer able to run. Sneaking up upon the Lupian is practically futile and even foolish, for he is able to hear every movement and distinguish one sound from another amongst many. The same goes for his other senses. He is also able to unleash a howl that can be heard only by certain individuals, which can range to great distances. However, unless one is able to understand the Lupian language through howling, he may only be able to speak to his fellow Lupians. However, he can speak to others spiritually, which is his primary method of speaking.
Appearance: Vianhart takes the appearance of an average sized Lupian, his fur coat having streaks of primarily two colors; a light copper and an ocean blue. Upon the right side of his face, however, his fur takes the color of a snow white. His eyes are a very bright yellow, which have had a tendency to look cynical in the night, for they stand out the most when there is very little light. A fairly good muscle tone is noticeable, rippling through his fur, through his movements.
Theme song(s): "Last of the Wilds" or "Moondance" by Nightwish.
Other: The places he tends to hangout upon his free time the most, are the parks the city has, where he is free to relax and stare at the clouds, enjoying the serenity of his new home. Every now and then, he travels to the other levels of the city, enjoying performances by others, preferably their music. Vianhart has two human assistants while he is teaching at his Martial Arts school, due to the fact that most of his students are human and have trouble understanding and relating to him. His two assistants are his best students. The name of his Martial Arts school is "The Arts of Combat."
Age: Thirty-two
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Lupian
~The Lupian race is a race consisting of magical wolf-like creatures, superior to that of an average wolf in almost all ways. They were born to be warriors and hunters alike; having a spiritual capacity that exceeds that of an average mortal, due to the fact that their ancestors have trained day and night, whose strength has been passed down to the next generations. While they are able to live quite long, [Perhaps to the age of two hundred, at max] their spiritual-selves are immortal, only being able to be killed through magic. Although they take the appearance of an average wolf, there are ways to tell that they are Lupians. On average, Lupians are usually taller than the average size of a wolf and the color of their coats most of the time consist of multi-colors [some even having markings upon their fur.]. However, anyone who is able to detect a being's spiritual capacity would know in an instant that they are no average wolf.
Occupation: Martial Arts Teacher
Level you live on: Tends to wander upon his free time, but his Martial Arts school is upon level sixteen, which is where he does his teaching. It also has an upper floor, which is where he "lives."
Personality:The first notable characteristic of Vianhart would have to be his courage as well as his warrior-like instinct and heart. Though he has a passion for fighting, it is never without reason nor is it for the side of the wicked. He is true to himself and to everyone he meets, making him a trust worthy ally. While he is not exactly the type to be running after females, he does, in fact, take a liking to them, whether he shows it or not. It just seems as though his mind is clouded by other thoughts or priorities. The Lupian had always had a tendency to take a liking to music that is both calming/soothing and perhaps with poetic lyrics.
History: Vianhart was born during a time when his entire race had been waging war amongst themselves, through many different packs upon the land. He had been trained to fight and to hunt at a young age, having grasped the concept quickly, for it was in his blood to do so. While he never really took a liking to war, he did enjoy the strategic concept of combat and had always done so strictly for fun.
Although his parents had trained him for the very reason of the war, they never intended to send him to battle, for their home was quite a distance from the main conflict. They taught him for the purpose of self-defense as well as protecting his home and family. Vianhart had become quite the fighter at the age of nine, which was about the time that his sister, Eona, was born. He had always had a close relationship with his sister, being the one to teach her to fight and hunt when she was old enough.
As the years went by, the inevitable had finally come to knock on their door, for a group from an opposing pack had come to claim their home for themselves, in order to expand their territory. Vianhart was about sixteen at the time; Eona still being quite young and not nearly strong enough to stand up to them. Their parents had told them to retreat and take refuge at the main lands of their pack, where they will meet up with them later. Though Vianhart strongly disagreed, he did it for the safety of his sister. To this day, he still questions whether he did the right thing or what might have happened if he had stayed, for he never saw or heard from his parents after that day. Still he questions whether or not they had survived, or, rather, still has hope that they had.
Within the next two days, the two had made it to the main portion of their pack, where military related discussions were held. Upset by the loss of their parents, Vianhart and Eona volunteered for military positions as warriors and spent the next few years taking part in the war. Eona, however, was too young to become a warrior yet, and had taken professional training while practicing with her brother whenever they had the chance until she became an official warrior.
Throughout their time of taking part in the war, Vianhart had rose through the ranks fairly quickly, becoming the pack's official guardian at the age of twenty. Eona had become one of the better warriors within the pack as well, assuming her position upon the front lines in battle. He had also noticed that she had taken a liking to one of the higher ranked Lupians, seeing that they were spending quite a bit of time together. While he never took a liking to him due to his attitude and how he treated those who were lower ranked, he didn't pursue his sister about it, but only told her to remain cautious.
A total of seven years had passed since they had taken part in the war, having quite a happy life, untill the day a traitor within the pack had shown himself and led his own force against the pack leader, while standing along side an opposing pack. Before knowing who the traitor was, Vianhart had quickly made his way to the pack leader's side, preparing to defend him in the attack and hoping that Eona would be alright. However, it wasn't much afterward that Eona had informed him of the traitor with much sorrow and shock upon her face.
It was her lover.
But there was little time to mourn. The pack had struggled to fight against forces for several hours, but there was simply too many to fight off. The remaining warriors were forced to retreat and take refuge within their sister pack, planning an all-out assault that would be executed a day or two later. Feeling sorry for her sister, Vianhart did what he could to comfort her, but she simply preferred to be left alone. Taking heed to her words, he did as she wished and prepared himself for the upcoming battle.
Within the next two days, the pack had prepared themselves and mobilized about a mile away from the opposing pack's primary territory. The pack was split into two forces, the plan being to strike from two directions. The battle had commenced at sundown and Vianhart led his small squad quickly through the enemy lines, wanting to get to their leader as quick as possible. Eona had joined him, with fury in her eyes untill their squad had met up with the traitor's. She told her brother to continue on while she confronted him and would meet up with him to help him fight off their leader.
With little time to think, Vianhart did as she wished once more, leading his squad onward, while the traitor had ordered his to pursue them, while he and Eona fought one on one.
Vianhart and his squad had quickly made their appearance to the enemy leader, immediately charging to take down him and his guardians. Vianhart, however, went straight for their leader, showing no mercy toward anyone in his way; it was a fight to the death. It felt as though he had been fighting for hours, before the traitor had made his appearance, with her sister's throat in his jaws as he dropped her corpse upon the ground, baring his fangs.
After viciously cutting the pack leader's throat to shreds, Vianhart let out a single howl of sorrow before leaping toward the traitor to avenge his sister. No longer did he care if his squad had been doing well or not, for his only goal at that point was to kill the traitor for all he had done. After a fierce battle, the traitor had fallen to his fangs and Vianhart was left surrounded as he was weakened from all the fighting. It was at the moment, however, that the rest of his pack had come and rescued him, finishing the battle soon afterward.
Throughout the next few days, Vianhart and his squad had been titled as war heroes and their names went down in Lupian history. However, not once did he feel any pride in his successions. Soon afterward, peace had made amongst the remaining packs, joining together as one large pack. A new tradition had been made that every full moon the leaders of the packs would meet with their gurdians in an area that was directly at the center of their lands. This was where all the fallen warriors had been buried, including Eona, and the area was named, thereafter, the Meadows of Heaven.
Within the few months of peace, Vianhart had made the decision to leave his homeland and start a new life somewhere else, wanting to forget about the war and his lost comrades. Having heard of a place known as the Golden City, he made his way to this city and made a living as a Martial Arts teacher; his school becoming one of the best and well known within the year he had been there. Enjoying his new life thus far, he intends to make the best of it and hopes that this place doesn't erupt into a war like his home had.
Weapon(s): His only weapons are his own spirit and his fangs.
Power(s) & Abilities: Lupians have been known to be masters in the arts of melee and this is no exception in Vianhart’s case. He is extremely agile and strong, able to take down enemies twice or three times his size. The Lupian is also skilled in the arts of spirit manipulation/Incarnum, (mostly being his own spirit rather than the spirits of others.) which he uses to increase the potential of his physical power much farther than they would be normally. Through many years of fighting, his spiritual capacity has become quite broad, making him able to fight for several days straight before growing tired. He has eased in the ability of astral projection as well as many other useful spiritual spells.
Being a master of the hunt, Vianhart is inherited with extremely keen senses. He has been known to chase down his enemy when they attempt to retreat upon defeat or coming close to do so, until they are no longer able to run. Sneaking up upon the Lupian is practically futile and even foolish, for he is able to hear every movement and distinguish one sound from another amongst many. The same goes for his other senses. He is also able to unleash a howl that can be heard only by certain individuals, which can range to great distances. However, unless one is able to understand the Lupian language through howling, he may only be able to speak to his fellow Lupians. However, he can speak to others spiritually, which is his primary method of speaking.
Appearance: Vianhart takes the appearance of an average sized Lupian, his fur coat having streaks of primarily two colors; a light copper and an ocean blue. Upon the right side of his face, however, his fur takes the color of a snow white. His eyes are a very bright yellow, which have had a tendency to look cynical in the night, for they stand out the most when there is very little light. A fairly good muscle tone is noticeable, rippling through his fur, through his movements.
Theme song(s): "Last of the Wilds" or "Moondance" by Nightwish.
Other: The places he tends to hangout upon his free time the most, are the parks the city has, where he is free to relax and stare at the clouds, enjoying the serenity of his new home. Every now and then, he travels to the other levels of the city, enjoying performances by others, preferably their music. Vianhart has two human assistants while he is teaching at his Martial Arts school, due to the fact that most of his students are human and have trouble understanding and relating to him. His two assistants are his best students. The name of his Martial Arts school is "The Arts of Combat."
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Hmm, this look very interesting, and quite original, I might add. I'm looking forward to joining this! I won't even be able to work on a template tonight, because I have a huge English paper that is due tomorrow. However, I'll try to get working on it as fast as I can! Be sure to look out for my template when it's up ^__^
Name: Kissui Tensai (Kent for short)
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Human
Occupation: Author/Artist/Fanzine illustrator
Level you live on: Kissui makes an honest living, though nothing thats outlandishly fancy the simplicity of a moderate society would often place him on level eighteen which is where he is most of the time wedged in the center of the total twenty five levels
Personality: A entity of selflessness and a sense of tone for the core elements of literature as well as visual art itself. Kissui thrives on the ideas of the surrounding and cultivates this into a broad spectrum of ideas making him universally a well rounded individual. His persona often transcend the normal pattern of his people as he is pretty passionate and creative in his aspects of thinking and views the seven elements of art in just about everything. Though when it comes to his writing and art, this does drop down into his infatuation with the female form which lead into his fanzine writings. He's written perverted novels, which have been published and seem to do moderately well given his overactive imagination.
History: Kissui was not born of natural birth, his coming into the world was the result of his mother having a C-section so ultimately he was the exception to not having an earthly birth. As an infant, his eyes marked with signs of the successor to the Tensai title. His parents were Misha and Junsei Tensai, great role models for their son for the time being. When his father wasn't on his case about the birds and the bees his mom would give him a completely different explanation about the subject from female perspective. His photographic memory and imagery from a mental perspective were none too pleasant.
As Kissui began to grow up into a decent young child, at age six he stumbled into his parent's closet more over on his dad's side and found magazines of naked women on there. At this age, he didn't exactly understand it, but the pictures were extremely graphic and of women. The day his father returned, walking in his room; his wife not far behind him. Jumping up in a huff he was shocked to see his sun reading such perverted material. All young Kissui could say was...
"Daddy...why weren't those women wearing any clothes?"
His father panicked.
"Eh...well...you know what? I'll tell you when your older."
Patting his son on his head, he scooted him out of his room to hide his shame. From there on, upon his education in which Kissui attended school, he was uncomfortable having to go by himself. That sense of "coyness" or shy reflected he wasn't great with people. Sticking to the teacher for most of his time having a desk nest to her by the class he would seen as the teacher's pet but it was only from a peripheral perspective of attachment. Sitting by himself in lunch felt awkward, walking up to the kids attempting to be friendly they would shout out, "Teacher's pet! Go eat at some other table". Far from a warm welcome; eating alone was just about the only thing young Kissui could do. The strangest thing then happened, a girl plopped down beside him and didn't ridicule him for being the way he was. A simple introduction and exchanging formalities, her name was Samantha. It marked a change for Kissui as he'd accomplished one thing; that happened to be making a friend.
The years seemed to go on and Kissui was more locked in his hobbies, his friend Samantha was an artist just as he was. Once more, Kissui had figured out about his power to animate fiction and bind others to a story. By this time he was thirteen and a half, feeling puberty kick in as he saw Samantha in a different light. Aside from her already knowing that he wrote perverted novels, this didn't seem to bother her in the slightest which was unusual. All said, she did the same thing, but to a much greater degree. This relationship he had only seemed to blossom as in later years the fawn over the other.
Currently, it's rested as Kissui sits out in the graveyard on the twelfth level staring at a grave for his lifetime and childhood friend whom he'd one day make his bride resting in the soil. Her death was a result of The Plague seeing as her illness had been contracted so suddenly. Victimized for being innocent perhaps? There was no clear indication as far as to ask why, but the matter remained that she was gone. Leaving flowers at her grave, a fresh pair every months since Kissui was seventeen. The heart rest to live on within him, though her body may have fallen inanimate.
Weapon/s: (Note, his weapons are living drawings.)
Kissui carries with him a thick portfolio, with him kept for several years. Within that portfolio, he has his works bound and separated by tabs. His artwork in the left pocket containing several sketches of his most drawn characters. They double as his weapons when being sprung to life. His creations when breathed life into, function as though they were flesh and bone, the detail is so in tune that it were almost as if they were real. The greatest weakness, like with any artwork, would be to submerge it in water.
~See No Evil
One of Kent's three power driven sketches. See no evil is a figure drawn and destined to be blind as to cast out the light once perceived. Being blind, See No Evil is influenced in the art of the blind samurai thus he gathers information from his ears alone to confirm what he needs from location, to sound movements following recurring strikes. Taking away his ears would still allow the availability of scent tracking even the mildest ones. See no evil uses a samurai sword about the size of a meter stick.
~Hear No Evil
The second of Kent's three power driven sketches. Hear no evil is just as it's name suggest. Sound is void from both ears, thus he lacks the ability to intercept voices and one of the five senses is gone. Not being able to hear isn't a disadvantage, this leaves him open to counter against opponents that utilize sound and strike them unaffected by such piercing strides. Also relying on sight, it's much sharper with the loss of one of the vital senses. Hear no evil uses a antagonizing doubled edged blade to hit from a full three-hundred and sixty degree diameter.
~Speak No Evil
The third of Kent's three power driven sketches. Speak no evil lacks the ability to communicate by the use of the human voice box. At the same time, his location will never be given away from heavy or light breathing being perfect for stealth attacks. As per how he can communicate, Speak no evil refers to the hear no evil in sign language who translates it for see no evil to hear. Speak no evil uses a broadened scythe profusely for rapid and decisive kills.
~Sparky Sparky Boom Man
A weird choice in name, but Kent felt the need to make Samantha laugh at least once with one outrageous creation of his. Sparky Sparky Boom Man is a typical figure of fire which he sets ablaze the atmosphere. Breathing in through nose, and dispersing from his mouth a thick wave of premature fire when finally hitting matter other than air explodes scattering the bits. Water is an effective block, as well as hardened steel. If a person gets close enough and throws water on Sparky Sparky Boom Man, he'd basically melt into a puddle of pencil lead or ink.
Power/s & Abilities:
Fictional Prowess: Kissui in combination with visual art. As far as the visual arts go, Kissui is in league with animation. His drawings and sketches come to life directly off the page and move about with the purpose and background story that they have been given also responding back onto their master. It doesn't have to be on paper, this goes into any form of art like a statue, or even a wooden carving. Weakness for those lie within the composition they're composed of.
Appearance: Strong facial expression, eyes decently apart, the expression stable though often inhabited by a slender pulse of the cheeks puncturing a swift smirk. Hair tied back and pushed into a short pony-tail no longer than two inches. The color which is died sharp tan harboring hints of a darkened brown be his hair brushing with bangs over some of the face but it's kept low key by the widows peak parting it into just two overlapping bangs on each side of the face.
A green robe that covers his entire body. This robe is no ordinary one at that, it was personally drawn given a multitude of characteristics. The inner layer given the spell rejuvenation consistently healing the inner reaches of the body where as the outer parson of the robe repel and deflect magic based projectiles and contact for that matter. Beneath this is a green forest colored jacket resting over both shoulders covering his upper body. Under the jacket is a yellow shirt in long sleeves stopping at the wrists. Going lower, would be some green pants and casual comfort footing of soft layered shoes.
Theme song/s:
'This World Is Watching Me' ~ Armin Van Buuren
Other:
Intrigues:
-A good book
-The female form
-Being a prophet
-Writing
-Sketching
-Painting
-Virtually all Artistic Aspects
-Plays
Disdains:
-Poor literature
-Lack of Creativity
-Arrogance
-Crude Artwork
-Plot-less Subterfuge
-Narrative Pricks
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That character belongs in the challenges section, mate.
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Name: Mime Emayle
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race/Ethnicity: Ikaareus (Temporarily Exiled)
Occupation: Street musician
Level you live on: 14, outside the Ikaareus' settlement.
Personality: Mime's originally warm heart has been scarred one too many times. For as long as she could remember, she had always tried to salvage some part of that light inside of herself, clinging desperately to her religion and culture, trying to keep the image she had of herself. Eventually, though, betrayl, loss, and abandonment caught up with her, giving her an extremely low self-esteem. Having given up on herself, she longs to be with other people, to make them smile, to feel like she's worth something. Her goal in life is to get back into her community and show them that she's changed, and she has no room for distractions. Her hatred of humans is justified in her mind.
History: The Children of Ikaa choose twenty-five sacrifices a year, and being born to one is an extreme honour. Mime, in fact, was born to two. Her parents were sacrificed when she was a mere five years old, but she was proud of them and pleased with her noble birth. According to the beliefs of the Children of Ikaa, Mime would live an extremely hard life, but it would have a happy ending, even if most children born of two parents destined to become the blood of Ikaa usually had lives on the shorter side. She would rise to great honour in her short time with the clan in many ways.
Because of Mime's pleading, the human, Salem, was allowed to join the clan. She felt this was a huge accomplishment on her part, for humans were the lowest scum in existence, and taking one in proved that she was worthy of great tasks. His training was rigorous, but Mime felt he should be grateful, as any other human would've been turned away instantly, if not executed for even attempting to join the clan.
Salem became tired of the clan's so-called wickedness to him, and he came to Mime one day, when she was fourteen and told her that she and he could run away from the corrupt world together. The girl couldn't believe Salem's stinging words, and she refused to listen to his reasons, most of which contained blasphemous ideas and scathing remarks about her people. She couldn't leave with him.
He told her he loved her.
She told him to run away.
The community blamed the failure on Mime, as the boy had been her responsibility. More merciful members of the Council of Ikaa decided that it was their fault - assigning the girl a boy two years her senior? It was a wonder she was even alive.
Mime couldn't stand her people for destroying the name of her love, and she couldn't stand herself for loving him. She vowed never to love another human, never to love another boy.
Mime's name and honour were spared, and she was given the job of Ikaa's Muse, to apologize for putting too much weight upon her naive shoulders. As Ikaa's Muse, she had to be educated in the art of playing the Sikkuhlet, a beautiful instrument and Ikaa's only inspiration. She completed her training and would've begun immediately.
Would've. At Mime's Opening Ceremony, where she would've begun to play her Sikkuhlet's first song and hear the voice of Ikaa in her ear for the first time (and so few were given that chance), she was found out.
She could still remember the look on her tribesmen's faces as they learned of what horrendous crimes Mime had committed. She had still been, after all these years, in contact with Salem. As punishment, she was exiled from her community and stricken from their records, as if she never existed.
Salem was drowned, but only after Mime was forced to tell him she had never loved him. Then, she had to stand and watch.
Now she lives on the borders of the Ikaa Settlement, not allowed to pass onto their territory, trying to think of some way to rejoin her clan.
Weapon/s: A rough, plain spear. The only ornate thing on it is an old, silver pendant on a pale blue ribbon. It is nameless and has no past, as far as Mime is concerned. Just like herself.
Power/s & Abilities:
Sikkuhlet: The instrument is a pale disk entwined with the same pale blue ribbon as that draped around her spear. When not in use, the Sikkuhlet is slung over Mime's shoulder, tied to her back. When in use, it is tied around her left arm as her right hand bears its silver beater. When tapped in different places, the thin disk lets out different tones. The mysterious, haunting sounds of the Sikkuhlet are said to be immune to any dark magic, any tampering, and any sabbotage. The Muse must guard the ancient instrument by any means possible.
Appearance: Mime's hair is short, falling, at its longest point, to the middle of her neck. She doesn't fuss with it, she just lets it fall wherever it wishes. The emerald locks range from vibrant lime to a deep, forest green. Her brilliant brown eyes are light enough to look yellow in some lights. Mime's face is heart-shaped, her chin coming to a defined point. Sometimes considered a flaw in her culture, it's incredibly endearing when she smiles. Her lips are pale and always chapped, and her dark skin is subject to blisters around the shoulders - Delicate skin around the wings is considered bad luck to her people.
The girl stands at about five three, with a muscled, slender build. Her figure is a little flat, but she has a lot of character. Her featherless wings span over two feet, and her talonesque feet are armed with sharp nails.
Mime dresses in the traditional garb of her clan, although the uniform has become incredibly ragged in her year or so of exile. The increasing amount of filth demands that she retrieve new clothes, but she cannot afford it at this point and time.
Theme song/s: Dripping Faucet - Catch twenty-two.
Other: Mime is a mute with a severe gambling problem.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race/Ethnicity: Ikaareus (Temporarily Exiled)
Occupation: Street musician
Level you live on: 14, outside the Ikaareus' settlement.
Personality: Mime's originally warm heart has been scarred one too many times. For as long as she could remember, she had always tried to salvage some part of that light inside of herself, clinging desperately to her religion and culture, trying to keep the image she had of herself. Eventually, though, betrayl, loss, and abandonment caught up with her, giving her an extremely low self-esteem. Having given up on herself, she longs to be with other people, to make them smile, to feel like she's worth something. Her goal in life is to get back into her community and show them that she's changed, and she has no room for distractions. Her hatred of humans is justified in her mind.
History: The Children of Ikaa choose twenty-five sacrifices a year, and being born to one is an extreme honour. Mime, in fact, was born to two. Her parents were sacrificed when she was a mere five years old, but she was proud of them and pleased with her noble birth. According to the beliefs of the Children of Ikaa, Mime would live an extremely hard life, but it would have a happy ending, even if most children born of two parents destined to become the blood of Ikaa usually had lives on the shorter side. She would rise to great honour in her short time with the clan in many ways.
Because of Mime's pleading, the human, Salem, was allowed to join the clan. She felt this was a huge accomplishment on her part, for humans were the lowest scum in existence, and taking one in proved that she was worthy of great tasks. His training was rigorous, but Mime felt he should be grateful, as any other human would've been turned away instantly, if not executed for even attempting to join the clan.
Salem became tired of the clan's so-called wickedness to him, and he came to Mime one day, when she was fourteen and told her that she and he could run away from the corrupt world together. The girl couldn't believe Salem's stinging words, and she refused to listen to his reasons, most of which contained blasphemous ideas and scathing remarks about her people. She couldn't leave with him.
He told her he loved her.
She told him to run away.
The community blamed the failure on Mime, as the boy had been her responsibility. More merciful members of the Council of Ikaa decided that it was their fault - assigning the girl a boy two years her senior? It was a wonder she was even alive.
Mime couldn't stand her people for destroying the name of her love, and she couldn't stand herself for loving him. She vowed never to love another human, never to love another boy.
Mime's name and honour were spared, and she was given the job of Ikaa's Muse, to apologize for putting too much weight upon her naive shoulders. As Ikaa's Muse, she had to be educated in the art of playing the Sikkuhlet, a beautiful instrument and Ikaa's only inspiration. She completed her training and would've begun immediately.
Would've. At Mime's Opening Ceremony, where she would've begun to play her Sikkuhlet's first song and hear the voice of Ikaa in her ear for the first time (and so few were given that chance), she was found out.
She could still remember the look on her tribesmen's faces as they learned of what horrendous crimes Mime had committed. She had still been, after all these years, in contact with Salem. As punishment, she was exiled from her community and stricken from their records, as if she never existed.
Salem was drowned, but only after Mime was forced to tell him she had never loved him. Then, she had to stand and watch.
Now she lives on the borders of the Ikaa Settlement, not allowed to pass onto their territory, trying to think of some way to rejoin her clan.
Weapon/s: A rough, plain spear. The only ornate thing on it is an old, silver pendant on a pale blue ribbon. It is nameless and has no past, as far as Mime is concerned. Just like herself.
Power/s & Abilities:
Sikkuhlet: The instrument is a pale disk entwined with the same pale blue ribbon as that draped around her spear. When not in use, the Sikkuhlet is slung over Mime's shoulder, tied to her back. When in use, it is tied around her left arm as her right hand bears its silver beater. When tapped in different places, the thin disk lets out different tones. The mysterious, haunting sounds of the Sikkuhlet are said to be immune to any dark magic, any tampering, and any sabbotage. The Muse must guard the ancient instrument by any means possible.
Appearance: Mime's hair is short, falling, at its longest point, to the middle of her neck. She doesn't fuss with it, she just lets it fall wherever it wishes. The emerald locks range from vibrant lime to a deep, forest green. Her brilliant brown eyes are light enough to look yellow in some lights. Mime's face is heart-shaped, her chin coming to a defined point. Sometimes considered a flaw in her culture, it's incredibly endearing when she smiles. Her lips are pale and always chapped, and her dark skin is subject to blisters around the shoulders - Delicate skin around the wings is considered bad luck to her people.
The girl stands at about five three, with a muscled, slender build. Her figure is a little flat, but she has a lot of character. Her featherless wings span over two feet, and her talonesque feet are armed with sharp nails.
Mime dresses in the traditional garb of her clan, although the uniform has become incredibly ragged in her year or so of exile. The increasing amount of filth demands that she retrieve new clothes, but she cannot afford it at this point and time.
Theme song/s: Dripping Faucet - Catch twenty-two.
Other: Mime is a mute with a severe gambling problem.
d00d KT, that character's too powerful for this RP. Try to bring him down a notch or two.
Took out what was over the top, I'll be redoing the sketches too. My bad.
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Wolfy, accepted. Kissui Tensai, you need to edit your profile again ... but this time, remodel the ties to our modern world. No Spanish-Japanese connotations or anything else from, you know ... Earth. Ya.
And Wofly, I love Nightwish. <3
I also saw The Golden Compass last night, since I'm sure you all would love to know. But I'm so excited. It was amazing.
Anyway, I guess I'll start this in a couple days.
And Wofly, I love Nightwish. <3
I also saw The Golden Compass last night, since I'm sure you all would love to know. But I'm so excited. It was amazing.
Anyway, I guess I'll start this in a couple days.
T
Tyler Durden
Guest
Seems interesting enough.
Perhaps a revival of Senkei is in order...
Perhaps a revival of Senkei is in order...
T
Tyler Durden
Guest
Name: Senkei Thaeyreul
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Senkei is of a rare race known as the 'Ayleis'. They are extremely strong and agile, and live in a sort of clan system. They look primarily like half-elves, but are considerably stronger and have keener senses. Small sigils are on their bodies, showing the magic that inhabits them. These sigils vary, and the only time that sigils match exactly are with twins.
Occupation: Mercenary
Level you live on: An inn on level 21
Personality: Uh...my policy is still standing. It's rather difficult to define a person in such a small space.
History:
Edited later; I'm pressed for time.
Weapon/s: Senkei has four weapons. One is his katana, which has a silver and black handle with a three and a half foot blade. The other three are daggers, with three colors and three different coatings:
Red- coated with the blood of a dragon. It can cause insanity for a short period of time, usually a period lasting about thirty minutes.
Blue- coated with strong herbs that can induce a coma for a period of roughly four hours
Green- coated with a strong poison, that is said to kill a being about three days after it has been cut
Power/s & Abilities:
Bearing the sigil of the Damned, Senkei has a minor control over dead bodies. He can make them move and attack, but at a very slow pace. He can also influence the actions of the undead, making him a prized tool for those seeking protection from the supernatural.
Appearance: Senkei does not cut a particularly impressive figure. He is rather skinny, and the definition of his muscles is corded and lean. Perhaps because of his elf heritage, the only facial hair present is on his eyebrows and eyelashes. His ears are also slightly pointed, but are about the size of an average human ear. His eyes are piercing at times, and at others laid back or apathetic. His brown hair is cut so that it isn’t short, but it is out of the way of his eyes. He stands at an average 5' 11", and weighs 174 lbs.
Dressing simply, Senkei wears simple light brown pants with a forest green top, the sleeves being torn off slightly below the shoulders. He has simple boots on, and his only ornate dressings are his sword and its sheath.
Theme song/s: Battle- 'Fight Like This' Decyfer Down Normal- 'Diary of Jane' Breaking Benjamin
Other:
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Senkei is of a rare race known as the 'Ayleis'. They are extremely strong and agile, and live in a sort of clan system. They look primarily like half-elves, but are considerably stronger and have keener senses. Small sigils are on their bodies, showing the magic that inhabits them. These sigils vary, and the only time that sigils match exactly are with twins.
Occupation: Mercenary
Level you live on: An inn on level 21
Personality: Uh...my policy is still standing. It's rather difficult to define a person in such a small space.
History:
Edited later; I'm pressed for time.
Weapon/s: Senkei has four weapons. One is his katana, which has a silver and black handle with a three and a half foot blade. The other three are daggers, with three colors and three different coatings:
Red- coated with the blood of a dragon. It can cause insanity for a short period of time, usually a period lasting about thirty minutes.
Blue- coated with strong herbs that can induce a coma for a period of roughly four hours
Green- coated with a strong poison, that is said to kill a being about three days after it has been cut
Power/s & Abilities:
Bearing the sigil of the Damned, Senkei has a minor control over dead bodies. He can make them move and attack, but at a very slow pace. He can also influence the actions of the undead, making him a prized tool for those seeking protection from the supernatural.
Appearance: Senkei does not cut a particularly impressive figure. He is rather skinny, and the definition of his muscles is corded and lean. Perhaps because of his elf heritage, the only facial hair present is on his eyebrows and eyelashes. His ears are also slightly pointed, but are about the size of an average human ear. His eyes are piercing at times, and at others laid back or apathetic. His brown hair is cut so that it isn’t short, but it is out of the way of his eyes. He stands at an average 5' 11", and weighs 174 lbs.
Dressing simply, Senkei wears simple light brown pants with a forest green top, the sleeves being torn off slightly below the shoulders. He has simple boots on, and his only ornate dressings are his sword and its sheath.
Theme song/s: Battle- 'Fight Like This' Decyfer Down Normal- 'Diary of Jane' Breaking Benjamin
Other:
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I've made all the necessary edits, but the name stays "Kissui Tensai" stays <_< thats one thing I will not dispose of.
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I never expected you to.
Here's the casting list so far:
Me
BlackMageAp
D2L
The Clam Whisperer
Wolfy
Thelonepickle
Kissui Tensai
Dawning Kensei
More likely than not, I'll start this off tomorrow.
Here's the casting list so far:
Me
BlackMageAp
D2L
The Clam Whisperer
Wolfy
Thelonepickle
Kissui Tensai
Dawning Kensei
More likely than not, I'll start this off tomorrow.
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Name: Kissui "Bartimaus" Ganriki
Age:1079{31 in this place, as per what everyone says}
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: A dark skinned human by the looks of it, but this is questioned a lot, mostly because Bartiamus is blue.
Occupation: Bartimaus is writer. He writes erotic literature to be exact.
Level you live on: 18
Personality: Observe and interact with him enough, and Bartimaus's persona will be obvious to anyone that wants to understand it....
Looking like nothing more than a sick man to some, he acts according ly to whom he is with. it isn't a great way to present oneself, but it works for Bartiamus when he doesn't know how to act. For him persona is an enigma.
History: Bartimaus was created in 3098 A.D. in London as one of the so-called "Test Tube Babies." There were five artificial humans (Lilith Sahl, Cain Nightroad, Abel Nightroad, Seth Nightroad, and Bartimaus Cort) were created to be in charge of the colonization of Mars after the Earth's population drastically increased. On Mars, the colonists discovered two alien technologies (the Bacillus and the Crusnik nano-machines), which they installed in their bodies: the colonists, the Bacillus; the Test Tube Babies, the Crusnik, since only their enhanced bodies were able to survive this combination.
As the colonists returned to Earth, a war broke out between them and the humans who remained. Bartimaus (hating the world for creating him and his beloved "siblings" as toys back then), Cain, and Seth took the Methuselah's(vampire's) side — while Lilith supported the humans' side. After she was killed by Cain (now insane after he had fused with the Crusnik nano-machines at 100%), Abel retrieved her body, and, in grief, brought it to the Vatican, where she was buried. For over 900 years, Bartimaus stayed by her side and wept, until a young woman fled to the crypt as she was chased by Methuselah assassins. Bartimaus, realizing that it was his task to continue Lilith's work and defend the humans,(though there are almost none left because most people are now vampires, werewolves., or nekos)saved the young Caterina and chose to live on.
Of course in his hundreds of years of obscurity a war had broken out between the vampires for dominance and he wasn't really on a side, but did want to stop the vampires from their carnage and so during on battle chose to fight and kill them. As things would have it however the Vatican had changed quite a bit, along with Bartimaus power reacting to the magickal barriers inside the Vatican. This in turn resulted in a time paradox, and time warp, which sent Bartimaus through time.
It seems however that life somehow never returned back to normal for Bartimaus regardless of what happened to him, or where he ended up. As if somehow being dragged along in a twisted game of fate, after arriving in the place know as the "Golden City", Bartimaus had to quickly get used to all of the people that knew him, though he did not know them. Apparently he had already existed in this place, and because of this when Barimaus "arrived" life in the city had already taken place for him, and so for the time being all he can do is live, and simply try and make sense of all that goes on, while of course continuing on with his writing, and though cliche getting to know his long lost brother. Half brother in most senses, Kissui Tensai...........
Weapon/s: His powers are his weapons, though Bartimaus is fairly acrobatic, and can use his hands, and feet in a fight if need be.
Power/s & Abilities: Bartimaus is able to perform a number of feats using ice, and its powers. With ease he is able to lower his bodily temperature without causing harm to himself, and this control is extremely extensive, thus Bartimaus being able to drop down to negative 219°F within a tenth of a second or so. Moisture in the air is at his complete command. With will power alone he can freeze any moisture in the air around him into unusually hard ice to form complicated ice masses, and projectiles for attack, or shields for frigid defense. It is possible for ice to be used as passage for movement, and he can zip along ice at high speeds, or even exert tremendous frost from below him, and use this to fly effortlessly, though he can fly anyway. He is even able to manipulate moisture from the air and create a torrential mass of water that can be used like a flood. He is immune to sub-zero temperatures and have thermal vision: which is the innate ability the ability to detect objects visually by how much heat the objects generate which is great for battle when people try to hide, or use power to vanish. According to the laws of thermodynamics and physics, cold is defined as the absence of heat. Thus, in reality Bartimaus doesn't generate cold, but rather absorbs and dispels heat. Since heat is a form of energy, this power can be defined as a psionic ability to manipulate thermal energy., though from what he has, and can do, it is possible that this is manipulation of energy itself.........
Appearance: The skin on Bartimaus's face is a darker blue than it is on the rest of his body, and there is almost always a scowl on his face. This is a reflection of the way he feels towards not only the world, but life itself, and all those who inhabit it. His facial features are sharp and stoic. Bartimaus is not what you would call an “ugly” person, but his blatant personality can make him seem this way. It appears as though his hair is an augmentation of his power, because of it’s crystal ice-like appearance, but unlike ice, it has a quite fiery look to it. His eyebrows are the same way, and are slanted down towards his eyes, that literally emit blue red, and orange light, and from what most people can see, have no pupil whatsoever. Underneath each eye there is a small cluster of ice, and he wears thin black rim glasses.
Bartimaus's body looks rather frail, he is skinny as a rail, but his body looks more slim, than actually anorexic thin. He does not adorn much clothing, and his top half, and torso are completely bare other than a nipple ring in his right nipple, and a gray shawl around his shoulders. It is pretty obvious that brother is naked underneath the wrap that he wears. It starts right below his waist line, and extends below his hips, and on the left side trails down, and wraps around his leg, but on the right, it does not. He wears nothing on his feet, and though not completely visible Brother also has a tail, and a line o fur that runs down the middle o his back.
On his right arm there is a bracelet like adornment that matches with the jewelry on the rest of his arm, and the rings made of supposed rubies and sapphires……………
Theme song/s: No One- Alicia Keys, and Step You- Ayumi Hamasaki
Other: Bartimaus is a bi-sexual and he loves every bit of it, and probably you as well..........
Age:1079{31 in this place, as per what everyone says}
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: A dark skinned human by the looks of it, but this is questioned a lot, mostly because Bartiamus is blue.
Occupation: Bartimaus is writer. He writes erotic literature to be exact.
Level you live on: 18
Personality: Observe and interact with him enough, and Bartimaus's persona will be obvious to anyone that wants to understand it....
Looking like nothing more than a sick man to some, he acts according ly to whom he is with. it isn't a great way to present oneself, but it works for Bartiamus when he doesn't know how to act. For him persona is an enigma.
History: Bartimaus was created in 3098 A.D. in London as one of the so-called "Test Tube Babies." There were five artificial humans (Lilith Sahl, Cain Nightroad, Abel Nightroad, Seth Nightroad, and Bartimaus Cort) were created to be in charge of the colonization of Mars after the Earth's population drastically increased. On Mars, the colonists discovered two alien technologies (the Bacillus and the Crusnik nano-machines), which they installed in their bodies: the colonists, the Bacillus; the Test Tube Babies, the Crusnik, since only their enhanced bodies were able to survive this combination.
As the colonists returned to Earth, a war broke out between them and the humans who remained. Bartimaus (hating the world for creating him and his beloved "siblings" as toys back then), Cain, and Seth took the Methuselah's(vampire's) side — while Lilith supported the humans' side. After she was killed by Cain (now insane after he had fused with the Crusnik nano-machines at 100%), Abel retrieved her body, and, in grief, brought it to the Vatican, where she was buried. For over 900 years, Bartimaus stayed by her side and wept, until a young woman fled to the crypt as she was chased by Methuselah assassins. Bartimaus, realizing that it was his task to continue Lilith's work and defend the humans,(though there are almost none left because most people are now vampires, werewolves., or nekos)saved the young Caterina and chose to live on.
Of course in his hundreds of years of obscurity a war had broken out between the vampires for dominance and he wasn't really on a side, but did want to stop the vampires from their carnage and so during on battle chose to fight and kill them. As things would have it however the Vatican had changed quite a bit, along with Bartimaus power reacting to the magickal barriers inside the Vatican. This in turn resulted in a time paradox, and time warp, which sent Bartimaus through time.
It seems however that life somehow never returned back to normal for Bartimaus regardless of what happened to him, or where he ended up. As if somehow being dragged along in a twisted game of fate, after arriving in the place know as the "Golden City", Bartimaus had to quickly get used to all of the people that knew him, though he did not know them. Apparently he had already existed in this place, and because of this when Barimaus "arrived" life in the city had already taken place for him, and so for the time being all he can do is live, and simply try and make sense of all that goes on, while of course continuing on with his writing, and though cliche getting to know his long lost brother. Half brother in most senses, Kissui Tensai...........
Weapon/s: His powers are his weapons, though Bartimaus is fairly acrobatic, and can use his hands, and feet in a fight if need be.
Power/s & Abilities: Bartimaus is able to perform a number of feats using ice, and its powers. With ease he is able to lower his bodily temperature without causing harm to himself, and this control is extremely extensive, thus Bartimaus being able to drop down to negative 219°F within a tenth of a second or so. Moisture in the air is at his complete command. With will power alone he can freeze any moisture in the air around him into unusually hard ice to form complicated ice masses, and projectiles for attack, or shields for frigid defense. It is possible for ice to be used as passage for movement, and he can zip along ice at high speeds, or even exert tremendous frost from below him, and use this to fly effortlessly, though he can fly anyway. He is even able to manipulate moisture from the air and create a torrential mass of water that can be used like a flood. He is immune to sub-zero temperatures and have thermal vision: which is the innate ability the ability to detect objects visually by how much heat the objects generate which is great for battle when people try to hide, or use power to vanish. According to the laws of thermodynamics and physics, cold is defined as the absence of heat. Thus, in reality Bartimaus doesn't generate cold, but rather absorbs and dispels heat. Since heat is a form of energy, this power can be defined as a psionic ability to manipulate thermal energy., though from what he has, and can do, it is possible that this is manipulation of energy itself.........
Appearance: The skin on Bartimaus's face is a darker blue than it is on the rest of his body, and there is almost always a scowl on his face. This is a reflection of the way he feels towards not only the world, but life itself, and all those who inhabit it. His facial features are sharp and stoic. Bartimaus is not what you would call an “ugly” person, but his blatant personality can make him seem this way. It appears as though his hair is an augmentation of his power, because of it’s crystal ice-like appearance, but unlike ice, it has a quite fiery look to it. His eyebrows are the same way, and are slanted down towards his eyes, that literally emit blue red, and orange light, and from what most people can see, have no pupil whatsoever. Underneath each eye there is a small cluster of ice, and he wears thin black rim glasses.
Bartimaus's body looks rather frail, he is skinny as a rail, but his body looks more slim, than actually anorexic thin. He does not adorn much clothing, and his top half, and torso are completely bare other than a nipple ring in his right nipple, and a gray shawl around his shoulders. It is pretty obvious that brother is naked underneath the wrap that he wears. It starts right below his waist line, and extends below his hips, and on the left side trails down, and wraps around his leg, but on the right, it does not. He wears nothing on his feet, and though not completely visible Brother also has a tail, and a line o fur that runs down the middle o his back.
On his right arm there is a bracelet like adornment that matches with the jewelry on the rest of his arm, and the rings made of supposed rubies and sapphires……………
Theme song/s: No One- Alicia Keys, and Step You- Ayumi Hamasaki
Other: Bartimaus is a bi-sexual and he loves every bit of it, and probably you as well..........
Na-nani? Wasn't I accepted? 0.o
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WHOA.
I went through that whole post thinking to myself, "Wow, I am totally missing someone." I was right.
Sorry! -edits-
And Shattered Redemption, no.
I went through that whole post thinking to myself, "Wow, I am totally missing someone." I was right.
Sorry! -edits-
And Shattered Redemption, no.
Well, here we go =P
Name: Renji Marconan
Age: 26
Race/Ethnicity: Berzerka -- This race of people is something of a sub-class of humans, however their appearance may not be much different, that meaning their mass, muscle builds, or intelligence (though some are to have been much brighter than some humans), their strength is much greater than that of a normal person. In fact, some Berzerka are told to have inhumane strength, sometimes seemingly possessing the strength of a demi-god. An example of a Berzerka's strength is how they can lift about five hundred pounds without breaking a sweat, though their actual limits of power and agility have yet to be discovered.
Occupation: Judge/Executioner
Level You Live On: Perfers to wander around the lower levels, with his house residing on the tenth. However, much of his time is spent on the twentieth floor, where the courthouse and execution grounds reside (however, the execution process is only used for those who have committed the most heinous of crimes).
Personality: Renji seems pretty emotionless most of the time, one of the aspects that is highly accepected of a Judge, much more for an Executioner. He can seem very monotone about most things and subjects, however if he does happen to show any emotion, it is usually expressed in a cold or harsh manner. There are times, when he shows actual feelings such as kindness, generosity, love, compassion, but this case is rare in itself. Regardless of this, Renji has a strong love for the people of this city, and wishes to do them good.
Unlike most of the judges who have become corrupt over the years, Renji continues to have a strong sense of justice, and when he has made a decision, seldom can his mind be changed. He does not judge a person by appearance, ideals, or first impressions. He determines them by their actions, which is something most people in the world seem to overlook.
Though he doesn't exactly have the fastest mind in the world, he is quite the logical thinker. He may not be the brightest person at times, but he has a strong heart with an iron will, caring not of what others may think of him. He can definitely be described as a 'loner' or 'lone wolf'. However you want to look at it, Renji is a solitary type of person, but there are few that he will accept into his life, as well as his presence. These people, however, are very few.
History: No one knows where he really came from, he just seemed to wander inside the City one day, inquiring about a job as a judge. At first, he was denied the request, however, after giving the Courthouse his full name and race, he was immediately accepted into the profession. The Berzerka race was one of the most highly respected people in the days of old, many of them actually aiding in the construction of the City because of their tremendous strength. Once the City was completed, they were driven off because the other people feared that their fearsome power would bring them into slavery, leaving them to rule the wonderous place.
Those were barbaric leaders though, and times were much more civilzed now. The Courthouse gladly took him in as a Judge, and as the years passed by, turned out to be one of the most well known, respected, and efficientJudge in the entire City. Even as years passed by, no one was able to find out where he came from, or why Renji had come here.
As time went on, Renji noticed the great amount of corruption that was within the Justice system, some things he found to disgraceful to describe. Now, he wishes to put the corrupt on trial and make them pay for their passed sinful actions. They other bad Judges know of this, and have used countless methods to try and 'get rid' of Renji. Time and fate will decide how it all turns out... hopefully it will end up for the better.
Weapon(s): Black Punisher -- His weapon is a six foot blade with sharp, jagged edges running along the front. The width is about six inches, it's thickness at an inch and a half. The appearance of the sword is somewhat different from the common weapon. It's blade was crafted from black steel, an almost impenetrable, unbreakable material that is known only to the Berserka people.
Red, glimmering jewels run up the steel, adding a stylish flair to it's appearance. However, these are not just for looks. They are a special kind of ruby (blood ruby) that, also, is a secret within the Berserka people. They magnify the strength of the wielder tenfold, increasing even more with each ruby that is added. There are a total of ten slots running along the weapon, however only three of them are actually filled (one in the top, the bottom, and around the middle).
The sword has a golden hand guard, and it's handle is wrapped in golden colored cloth. A ruby was embedded at the bottom of the hilt, however it is not a blood ruby. It was simply added on for nothing more than attraction. Gold material also runs up the backside of the blade, giving it that much more of a glamorous look.
Power(s)/Abilitie(s)
Gigantus: (Prounounced: Gig-ant-us) This ability requires three blood rubies to activate. When three liquids from different blood rubies mix into the wielder's weapon, causing it to grow. The three combined liquids form a catalyst of sorts, morphing the weapon at speeds much faster than anything should go. More or less, it causes the weapon to grow about twice it's original size, making it into something of a super-weapon. The destructive powers of a Gigantus weapon are quite great, however this ability can only be activated for a small amount of time (though longer than the other ones). Renji's energy will be almost completely depleted if he pushes this passed the limits.
Berzerker's Rage: This ability requires no blood rubies to use, and has no limitations due to the fact that it has to do with the Berzerka's characteristic extreme strength. This doubles a Berzerka's already massive strength, however when in use, other Berzerka techniques cannot be utilised until this one has been deactivated.
Iron Will: This ability can be used once at least one blood ruby has been obtained. A substance in the ruby seeps out and covers Renji's entire body in a transparent, liquid which quickly hardens into a titanium-like form. However, for some reason the molecules/particles that make up this substance move one-thousand times faster than normal, and so when exposed to oxygen for several minutes, the barrier will dry and crack up, breaking off of his person. Also this ability cannot be used several times in a row, for it takes far to much energy to continuously use this, and thus repeatetive usage will lead to total exhaustion.
Godspeed: The enhancement can be acquired once a Berzerka has two blood rubies in their weapon. When two liquids from two different blood rubies mix and enter the body, it creates a strange kind of adrenaline which is then pumped through the bloodstream, then sent throughout the body. From this 'adrenaline', the muscle fibres in Renji's body double, sometimes triple in both speed, power, and reaction time, thus making them faster than most people. However, similar to his other abilities, this cannot be used for long periods of time. Not only will it physically exhaust him after several minutes of using this, but if used for too long, it can tear many of the muscles in their body, rendering themselves useless, meaning they are leaving themselves absolutely open to the enemy.
Finalé: *Description will be given much later in the RP, for Renji will not be able to use it until he has filled up every blood ruby slot in his blade*
**NOTE** There will be six other abilities to be added, however these will occur a long, long time from now. Renji must seek out and find these blood rubies before he can learn anymore abilities
Appearance: He has medium length platinum hair, with piercing golden tinted eyes. A scar runs over his left eye, running from the cheek bone up to his brow, however the cut that was hacked there merely grazed his actual eyelids, so his actual eye has not been damaged in any way. A fair amount of stuble resides on his face, as well. He is well built and has a fair amount of muscle mass on his body.
He wears a black long sleeved fleece shirt and a white vest with golden lining and embroidery over it, but both of these are usually not in plain view because of the big, hazy-grey trench coat he wears over them (which has a gold design running down each side of it. It has farily big wrist cuffs, ones which are about three to four times his own wrist size). He wears simple black, baggy pants with simple black shoes with black, rubber bottoms (laceless/strapless/plain black shoes). His sheath and blade are hidden under his coat, however it is usually at an angle where it can be seen. He has white skin.
PERSONAL INFO: 190 lbs. of lean muscle; 6' 2"; Blood Type > Z (found only in Berserka)
Theme Song: Deteriorate ~~ DEMON HUNTER
Battle Theme: Thorns ~~ DEMON HUNTER
Quote: "As long as sin exists in this world, so must a judge. Though I may determine people by their actions, and God by their heart, in the end we both make that one fatal decision: freedom, or condemnation?"
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Name: Renji Marconan
Age: 26
Race/Ethnicity: Berzerka -- This race of people is something of a sub-class of humans, however their appearance may not be much different, that meaning their mass, muscle builds, or intelligence (though some are to have been much brighter than some humans), their strength is much greater than that of a normal person. In fact, some Berzerka are told to have inhumane strength, sometimes seemingly possessing the strength of a demi-god. An example of a Berzerka's strength is how they can lift about five hundred pounds without breaking a sweat, though their actual limits of power and agility have yet to be discovered.
Occupation: Judge/Executioner
Level You Live On: Perfers to wander around the lower levels, with his house residing on the tenth. However, much of his time is spent on the twentieth floor, where the courthouse and execution grounds reside (however, the execution process is only used for those who have committed the most heinous of crimes).
Personality: Renji seems pretty emotionless most of the time, one of the aspects that is highly accepected of a Judge, much more for an Executioner. He can seem very monotone about most things and subjects, however if he does happen to show any emotion, it is usually expressed in a cold or harsh manner. There are times, when he shows actual feelings such as kindness, generosity, love, compassion, but this case is rare in itself. Regardless of this, Renji has a strong love for the people of this city, and wishes to do them good.
Unlike most of the judges who have become corrupt over the years, Renji continues to have a strong sense of justice, and when he has made a decision, seldom can his mind be changed. He does not judge a person by appearance, ideals, or first impressions. He determines them by their actions, which is something most people in the world seem to overlook.
Though he doesn't exactly have the fastest mind in the world, he is quite the logical thinker. He may not be the brightest person at times, but he has a strong heart with an iron will, caring not of what others may think of him. He can definitely be described as a 'loner' or 'lone wolf'. However you want to look at it, Renji is a solitary type of person, but there are few that he will accept into his life, as well as his presence. These people, however, are very few.
History: No one knows where he really came from, he just seemed to wander inside the City one day, inquiring about a job as a judge. At first, he was denied the request, however, after giving the Courthouse his full name and race, he was immediately accepted into the profession. The Berzerka race was one of the most highly respected people in the days of old, many of them actually aiding in the construction of the City because of their tremendous strength. Once the City was completed, they were driven off because the other people feared that their fearsome power would bring them into slavery, leaving them to rule the wonderous place.
Those were barbaric leaders though, and times were much more civilzed now. The Courthouse gladly took him in as a Judge, and as the years passed by, turned out to be one of the most well known, respected, and efficientJudge in the entire City. Even as years passed by, no one was able to find out where he came from, or why Renji had come here.
As time went on, Renji noticed the great amount of corruption that was within the Justice system, some things he found to disgraceful to describe. Now, he wishes to put the corrupt on trial and make them pay for their passed sinful actions. They other bad Judges know of this, and have used countless methods to try and 'get rid' of Renji. Time and fate will decide how it all turns out... hopefully it will end up for the better.
Weapon(s): Black Punisher -- His weapon is a six foot blade with sharp, jagged edges running along the front. The width is about six inches, it's thickness at an inch and a half. The appearance of the sword is somewhat different from the common weapon. It's blade was crafted from black steel, an almost impenetrable, unbreakable material that is known only to the Berserka people.
Red, glimmering jewels run up the steel, adding a stylish flair to it's appearance. However, these are not just for looks. They are a special kind of ruby (blood ruby) that, also, is a secret within the Berserka people. They magnify the strength of the wielder tenfold, increasing even more with each ruby that is added. There are a total of ten slots running along the weapon, however only three of them are actually filled (one in the top, the bottom, and around the middle).
The sword has a golden hand guard, and it's handle is wrapped in golden colored cloth. A ruby was embedded at the bottom of the hilt, however it is not a blood ruby. It was simply added on for nothing more than attraction. Gold material also runs up the backside of the blade, giving it that much more of a glamorous look.
Power(s)/Abilitie(s)
Gigantus: (Prounounced: Gig-ant-us) This ability requires three blood rubies to activate. When three liquids from different blood rubies mix into the wielder's weapon, causing it to grow. The three combined liquids form a catalyst of sorts, morphing the weapon at speeds much faster than anything should go. More or less, it causes the weapon to grow about twice it's original size, making it into something of a super-weapon. The destructive powers of a Gigantus weapon are quite great, however this ability can only be activated for a small amount of time (though longer than the other ones). Renji's energy will be almost completely depleted if he pushes this passed the limits.
Berzerker's Rage: This ability requires no blood rubies to use, and has no limitations due to the fact that it has to do with the Berzerka's characteristic extreme strength. This doubles a Berzerka's already massive strength, however when in use, other Berzerka techniques cannot be utilised until this one has been deactivated.
Iron Will: This ability can be used once at least one blood ruby has been obtained. A substance in the ruby seeps out and covers Renji's entire body in a transparent, liquid which quickly hardens into a titanium-like form. However, for some reason the molecules/particles that make up this substance move one-thousand times faster than normal, and so when exposed to oxygen for several minutes, the barrier will dry and crack up, breaking off of his person. Also this ability cannot be used several times in a row, for it takes far to much energy to continuously use this, and thus repeatetive usage will lead to total exhaustion.
Godspeed: The enhancement can be acquired once a Berzerka has two blood rubies in their weapon. When two liquids from two different blood rubies mix and enter the body, it creates a strange kind of adrenaline which is then pumped through the bloodstream, then sent throughout the body. From this 'adrenaline', the muscle fibres in Renji's body double, sometimes triple in both speed, power, and reaction time, thus making them faster than most people. However, similar to his other abilities, this cannot be used for long periods of time. Not only will it physically exhaust him after several minutes of using this, but if used for too long, it can tear many of the muscles in their body, rendering themselves useless, meaning they are leaving themselves absolutely open to the enemy.
Finalé: *Description will be given much later in the RP, for Renji will not be able to use it until he has filled up every blood ruby slot in his blade*
**NOTE** There will be six other abilities to be added, however these will occur a long, long time from now. Renji must seek out and find these blood rubies before he can learn anymore abilities
Appearance: He has medium length platinum hair, with piercing golden tinted eyes. A scar runs over his left eye, running from the cheek bone up to his brow, however the cut that was hacked there merely grazed his actual eyelids, so his actual eye has not been damaged in any way. A fair amount of stuble resides on his face, as well. He is well built and has a fair amount of muscle mass on his body.
He wears a black long sleeved fleece shirt and a white vest with golden lining and embroidery over it, but both of these are usually not in plain view because of the big, hazy-grey trench coat he wears over them (which has a gold design running down each side of it. It has farily big wrist cuffs, ones which are about three to four times his own wrist size). He wears simple black, baggy pants with simple black shoes with black, rubber bottoms (laceless/strapless/plain black shoes). His sheath and blade are hidden under his coat, however it is usually at an angle where it can be seen. He has white skin.
PERSONAL INFO: 190 lbs. of lean muscle; 6' 2"; Blood Type > Z (found only in Berserka)
Theme Song: Deteriorate ~~ DEMON HUNTER
Battle Theme: Thorns ~~ DEMON HUNTER
Quote: "As long as sin exists in this world, so must a judge. Though I may determine people by their actions, and God by their heart, in the end we both make that one fatal decision: freedom, or condemnation?"
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My my, this looks strangely familiar.
Don't have a heart attack GoH, i'm not joining. Though it is rather tempting since my writing has matured since the last time this rp was up.
I'll only join if you want me to.
Don't have a heart attack GoH, i'm not joining. Though it is rather tempting since my writing has matured since the last time this rp was up.
I'll only join if you want me to.
*let's out big sigh* Arigato, I can now proceed to dance with my cats ^_^
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Don't worry, my heart is quite stable. I'd never not want someone to join an RP of mine because I've rejected them in the past. I'm all for second chances.
I'd love to see you join, Sam.
I'd love to see you join, Sam.
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