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48,602 | 1,308 | 20 | 1,208 | 35,924 | Zsadist sighed. He wasn't the least but surprised by the woman's reaction. It cut him.that she thought so little of him after he had saved her. "I brought you here because a lesser has your address. You can't go home safely. It isn't safe for you to go home. You would have put your friend in danger. Your safer here. I'm sorry. You're going to have to stay until your wallet can be recovered."
He gave her a sad smile. "There is plenty of space here. You won't have any trouble avoid in me. You'll be safe here. I would give you my word as a man of worth but..."he shrugged. It was quite a speech for him. But there was no one else to explain to her. Plus she was here because he had brought here. True it had been necessary but she was still his responsibility. At least for now. "The Doggen can show you a room." | Name: Zsadist
Age: 30 (human about 150 vampire)
Preferred Weapon: knife
Personality: Zsadist is very quiet. He sees things that others do not. He can read a situation better then most. He's very violent when threatened. He doesn't like to be touched and tends to keep everyoneat arms length.
Brief Background: Zsadist was kidnapped when he was 6. He was kept as a blood slave until he came of age when his owner started using and selling him for other things. This continued until he was rescued as a young adult. |
48,603 | 1,308 | 21 | 2,670 | 151 | Juni smiles with a slight laugh."No its fine." She said after he stuttered a reply to her announcement. Juni was never one for pity and "Sorry's". She was never rude about it but she tries and lean the conversation away from the whole thing. Juni was more than relieved that she didn't have to explain that because he moved on to another topic.
Feeling a giant hand on her shoulder she looks at him listening to him silently before looking away thinking. It made her feel worse though that she has to stay at a complete strangers house but its either stay with him or be homeless. With a sigh she says."My name is Juniper or Juni."
She heard huffing and whining and looks at the door remembering one other living that she had left thanks to her father."Can I bring my horse? He's a gift my father gave me and I don't want to leave him here." She asks the man."And it won't take long I already have at least 2,000 plus dollars. My father had it put in somewhere else safe." Juniper says before chuckling." If it isn't a bother to who ever stays with you. Of course." | Name:Juniper Rose
Nicknames:Juni
Age: 21
Personality: Despite having a very Kind and sweet woman she has a tendency to be very quiet and likes being a bit of a loner. Juniper was also very brave and would not hesitate to take a bullet for a family member or a complete and total stranger. Determination has always been the strongest suit for her because of how she was raised by her father. She is also very adventurous always wandering away and being curious about the world around her.
Brief Background: Juniper was raised with just a father. She had been raised to be tougher than she lets on and always be cautious since her mother was killed by a Lesser. Juniper had known what she was but she just continued to just lie life as she saw fit at the time. Her father had a friend who was like a brother to him who had a son. Hoping they would grow to love each other they pushed them to hang out. Juniper and Michelangelo (Or Michel) would learn to love each other as brother and sister not as mates.
They did get into trouble though. Growing up on a farm was one of the most fun things the young and older friends enjoyed. Getting into trouble and running around the farm with their dogs.
When they got older Michel and Juniper had been hanging out when Juniper went into transition. Painful and crying ensued then she blacks out. When she came back the woman gasps when she felt her teeth inside someone that someone being her bestfriend. She cried when she let him go.
Now she is still on the small farm and remains there with Michel as a helper around the farm.
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48,604 | 1,308 | 22 | 274 | 1,459 | Marisol
Guilt stung her like a wasp, so much so that she flinched. "I'm..." she said and paused. He didn't seem the type to take apologies well. Her friends had told her before that she always apologized too much, mostly for things that were not her fault.
Her hands were still shaking and she felt cold. The adrenline was wearing off, leaving her with the nasty after effects. She just wanted somewhere she could be alone, to break down and cry.
Her arms hugged herself, trying to keep it back until she could be alone.
The door opened to find a younger man, around 30 or so, standing on the landing in the traditional uniform of a butler. "Master Zsadist. You are the first to return. I have your preferred meal prepared," he stated before his attention went to the female vampire. "We do not normally have guests. If you will follow me Mistress I shall take you to a room."
As she moved to follow the Doggen, she paused as she passed the Brother. "My name is Marisol," she said quietly before continuing inside.
"I am the head Doggen of the household Mistress. My name is Noah. What may I do for you?" the Doggen asked, leading her to a room up the stairs and looking at her expectantly.
"Oh no, really there is noth-" she stared but stopped once she noticed the Doggen's downcast face. Doggen were happiest serving their masters or guests. It was a sense of fullfilment that they savored in their lives. "If you could bring me some clothing? And some tea?"
Noah's face immediately lit up in happiness. "Right away Mistress. What kind of tea? Would you care for honey or lemon? Milk? Sugar?"
Marisol shook her head. "If you have Hibiscus tea, I enjoy that."
"Right away Mistress," he said before hurrying off with almost a skip in his step.
Mari opened the door to the guest room and faintly noted how nicely it was decorated. A queen sized bed with sheets she figured were the finest cotten. She liked cotten over silk. Silk felt too cold to the touch.
The walls were a calming light blue. There was a bathroom adjacent with a large shower and tub. Mari stood in front of the door, gazing about like a child having lost it's mother. Now that she was alone her shaking became more pronounced. Her body was preparing to break down, release the pent up energy left over from the near death experience it had endured. She made it to the rug beside the bed before going to her knees. Curling into a ball, pulling her knees up to her chin, she sat beside the bed and let herself go. Tears flowed freely and she muffled her sobs as best as she could.
It wasn't long before there was a soft knock at the door. "Mistress?" Noah's voice questioned. "May I enter?"
Mari wiped at her face and stood on shaking legs. The worst of her cry was over, but there were still some tears hanging on. Opening the door, she tried to give the Doggen a watery smile. "Thank you Noah," she said, cursing the tremor in her voice.
The Doggen, not used to crying females in a house full of Brothers, looked highly uncomfortable. "Here is clothing for you Mistress. I am afraid we have no female clothing at the moment, but these should not be missed until we can procur some for you. My apologies. Also your tea is prepared," he offered her a tray with a cup and a teapot, both delicate china. "I took the liberty of adding a few shortbread cookies to the tray in case you were hungry."
"Thank you Noah," she said again, taking the tray and clothing. "I appreciate your service."
He looked at her like she had given him the moon. "The pleasure is my own Mistress. The phone by the bed is connected to the rest of the house. Dial 162 to reach myself in case you need anything else."
After he left she placed the tray and clothing on the bed. The clothing included a impressively large black shirt that fell to her mid thighs. The scent on it told her it belonged to the male who had brought her here. She closed her eyes, reluctant to wear it without his permission, but trusted the Doggen of the house to know his Master.
While her tea cooled she took a quick shower before slipping on the shirt. There were no undergarments, making her highly uncomfortable.
The red tangy tea was perfectly made. Sipping it took some of the chill off of her.
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Rhage
He liked her name. It was cute and energetic, like her.
The horse was a complication. He supposed it would have to stay in the garage until a suitable stable could be erected. He rubbed the back of his neck in thought. "It's fine. Our Doggen will be delighted to have someone else to fuss over. He has a hard time with me and my Brothers cuz we don't like being waited on. Break the poor guy's heart every time we tell him no. And as for my Brothers..." he paused a moment before looking at her seriously. "You stay away from Zsadist. In fact, do not leave my sight unless you are with a Doggen. Vischous is an arrogant smart ass but he won't harm you. Zsadist is not evil he's just... unpredictable sometimes. They won't care that you're there because I want you there," he added, surprised at how much he meant that last sentence. He really did want her there. He wanted to take care of her, keep her safe and fed and...
He shook his head sharply, pounding the flat of his hand against his temple. "I really need some food," he said as his stomach set up a protest. "And if I know Noah he's going to have a feast waiting for me," he said, smiling at the thought of food. "I'm too weak to materialize us there so we're going to have to walk. Or you can ride and follow me," he said, nodding to the horse.
It was a long way to the mansion by walking. Rhage felt pain with every step. It was not more than he could handle, it was just tiring and annoying at this point. His stomach growled again, sounding like a beast itself. He was aware that Juniper could see the tattoo along his naked spine, could feel her eyes on it.
"Yeah that's me," he said to answer the unspoken question. "Half-Dragon, Half-Tiger, all bad attitude. I'm really sorry you had to see that. Normally the only ones who see me that way are my Brothers so they're used to it. I'm really glad I didn't hurt you in my... Beast form," he said, not really knowing what else to call it.
When they finally reached the mansion Noah, having no doubt been alerted by the motion sensors, was already standing in the door way.
"Master Rhage, welcome home. And we have guests. How lovely," he said sincerely, rubbing his hands together in anticipation of caring for their needs. "You usual meal is waiting in the dining room. I shall tend to this noble beast and then fetch food for the new Mistress."
"Naw it's fine," Rhage said, "She can eat with- wait what? New Mistress?"
Noah nodded, clearly delighted. "Master Zsadist returned home not long ago with a Mistress in tow."
"Good God," Rhage said, rubbing his face. "Was she in one piece?"
"Oh yes, quite lovely I might add. She is in the guest room beside Master Zsadist's room," Noah said before stepping forward to Juniper. "I am Noah. Please call upon me Mistress for anything you might desire. It is my privilege to serve you."
Rhage took her forearm gently, well as gently as was possible for him, and led her inside the large mansion. The dining room table was covered with food. Tacos, pot roast, mashed potatoes, chicken, spaghetti, fettucine alfredo, grilled shrimp, baked potatoes, steak, steamed and roasted vegetables, rolls... it went on and on.
Rhage grinned like a kid in a candy store. "Noah I fucking love you!" he shouted before grabbing a plate and diving in. He had just filled his large plate to the rim when he froze and looked at Juniper. He sat his plate down and handed her an empty one. "Get whatever you wish," he said. "I'm not going to eat until you are ready."
It was the manners he had nearly forgotten he had, allowing the female to eat first. She would receive the best choices of everything. And for some reason, he didn't mind that at all. In fact, it made him feel really really good. | Name - Marisol Harrison
Age - 26
Perferred Weapon - Her mate, once she gets one
Personality - Marisol (Mari for short) is kind and warm but no pushover. She is an open book. You never have to guess what she is thinking or feeling. People tend to feel instantly as ease around her, which helps in her line of work. While she tends to be a little too kind at times Mari has a temper and can be stern, but of course feels guilty afterward. If she thinks she's hurt someone she immediately hurries to apologize, something that many people have taken advantage of in the past.
Brief History - Marisol grew up without a father. Her mother didn't even know his name, just that he was tall and dark and she met him in a bar. Her mother died when she was a child and Marisol was raised by her maternal grandmother, who found fault with everything Mari did. No matter how hard she tried, there was no pleasing the woman. She learned in her late teens it was because her grandmother saw her as a sin, an illegitimate child of fornication.
Mari went to college and graduated as a therapist. Having people sit and tell her their problems helps her ignore her own.
The transition came as a shock to say the least. By the grace of The Scribe Virgin a male vampire happened to be near enough to sense a female in distress and came running to help. He got her through her transition, but as he was actually gay they never had a romantic relationship but still keep in touch as friends, him providing her with blood when she needs it and vice versa.
It has taken Marisol a year to come to terms with what she is. She hasn't met that many others like her. But a sense of unease has guided her and others like her towards the last known city the Brotherhood were known to inhabit.
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Name - Rhage
Age - over 400
Preferred Weapon - His Beast
Personality - He is pretty easy going and doesn't have many buttons to push, preferring to laugh than to take offense. But if you do find his button and push it... even his Brothers know that's a suicidal idea. When he is being serious, you KNOW he means business and would do well to pay attention.
He LOVES food. Seriously he could wipe out a buffet restaurant in one sitting. But he savors everything he eats like it's his last meal.
Brief History - Back when he was a pretrans he made the mistake of pissing off the Scribe Virgin. How did he do this unheard of task? No one knows and no one dares ask. All anyone knows for sure is that Rhage is cursed with a creature tattooed on his back. If he gets angry he transforms into the Beast, devouring everything in his path. The problem is he doesn't know friend from foe when this happens so the only thing his brothers can do is stand back and wait for him to power down. Once he returns to normal he is completely depleted of energy. |
48,605 | 1,308 | 23 | 2,732 | 5,726 | Lilia was barely conscious at this point, the masculine voice speaking to her sounding as if he was underwater. Or maybe she was the one underwater. That would explain why she was having a hard time breathing. Her eyelids fluttered when a scent tickled her nose. She didn't know what it was but it smelt really good. Unconsciously leaning towards it, her nose brushed against skin and she dimly realized this was where the scent was originating from. Her gums tingled, aching slightly as her hands shot up and gripped the mans arm without Lilia really understanding what was happening. She pressed her nose more firmly against the skin, tongue briefly flicking out to taste the area. In a flash, two razor sharp canines grew from her human canine teeth, the pain lost on her as she instinctively bit down and the most wondrous flavor burst across her tongue.
The liquid rushed into her mouth and she gulped it down, some of it dripping down her chin. As she drank, the fire and pain began receding bit by bit. When all she was feeling was numb, she pulled her mouth away with a gasp, some instinct inside her prompting her to lick the bite wounds until they closed. She dropped the arm and slumped in the seat, eyes fluttering as a sleepy feeling washed over her. She sank into the darkness welcomely and soon was passed out in the passenger seat. | Name: Lilia Colette Galton
Nickname: Lily
Age: 22 years old
Gender: Female
Preferred Weapon: Don't let the size fool you; upset her and you'll receive a tongue-lashing of the century.
Personality: Lilia is always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. She is always trying to take care of the people around her but in doing so Lilia sometimes forgets to take care of herself as well. Normally, Lilia comes across as a little shy, emanating a calm and reserved aura. But given the right circumstances and Lilia's inner flame can shine through and she can become a feisty little thing with a tongue to match. Lilia listens to her heart and her actions are ruled by her desire to lend a hand rather than what she would get out of the situation by helping. Her caring nature knows no bounds and she holds a place for everyone in her heart. When given the task of helping someone, she comes out of her shell and gives them a shoulder to lean on, an ear to talk to, and a voice to comfort them. Lilia is also open-minded and tries to look for the good things in life rather than focusing on the bad. When she puts her mind to it, Lilia can be a little ball of energy, especially surrounded by those she cares for. She is also not one for giving up until she's given it her all and even then she's very hard-pressed to quit. But life is a double-edged sword. At times her caring nature leads her to trouble with people who do not want to be helped and may show violence in resisting. There is also a possibility of someone exploiting her kind nature to manipulate her.
Short Bio: Lilia never knew her birth parents, she was told they died in a car accident. But she didn't let that get her down. She was adopted by a very loving family who took care of her. She was happy. When she discovered her love for art and painting, her parents supported her and even offered to pay for her to get into an art school. Lilia declined, determined to pay her own way. She worked hard, got a few part-time jobs. There times when life seemed to try and push her down but Lilia pushed back and eventually her hard-work paid off. She's now eagerly awaiting a response from her chosen art school where she submitted her application.
Theme Song: The Dark - Beth Crowley |
48,606 | 1,308 | 24 | 593 | 1,411 | Vischous winced as she bit down on his arm. "That's it...It will help I promise." He said as she drank. When she was finished he could feel goose bumps as she licked the wounds closed. That would not matter since he heals very quickly but it was a nice feeling. As she passed out in the seat he called Noah on the phone hoping he would pick up. He would need help getting her into a room and would need to eat a lot of food in order to keep feeding her through her transition. "Come on Noah...pick up." He said waiting as he drove a little faster in order to get to the estate. | Name: Vischous Dimitri
Age: 29 (human years)
Preferred Weapon:
Katana strapped to his back
9mm Baretta
P90 only for emergencies or if being overrun kept in his car
Personality: He keeps to himself and never opens up to anyone. He figures anyone he gets close to will be a target or will leave him. He tries to show emotion every now and can when he drinks but not usually when he is sober. When he is with its brothers its easier but it sure isn't a cake walk for him. He is a very determined fighter and willing to put his life on the line to defend his family.
Brief Background: He was named after his father Vischous in order to live out his legacy. He was trained from a young age to become one of the best fighters for the brotherhood. He was on his own training with just a teacher up until his 18th birthday. He joined the Brotherhood a week after his father died. He has been working his best to get rid of the lessers no matter if he loses his life in the process. He has incredible strength and is learning more and more abilities the more he trains. He has never found mate yet and hopes to one day chose the right girl. |
48,607 | 1,308 | 25 | 274 | 1,459 | Noah was in the process of preparing to go out and pick up some clothing for the Mistress Marisol when the house phone started ringing. He recognized the number. "Master Vischous," he said warmly but respectfully. "The other Masters and their guests have already arrived home sir. Shall I have your usual meal waiting? Should I be expecting a guest from you as well sir?"
The Doggen's voice sounded nearly tickled pink he was so pleased. To a Doggen, serving their masters was their fulfillment in life, their greatest pleasure. If their household was happy, healthy and well fed, a Doggen was at their happiest. | Name - Marisol Harrison
Age - 26
Perferred Weapon - Her mate, once she gets one
Personality - Marisol (Mari for short) is kind and warm but no pushover. She is an open book. You never have to guess what she is thinking or feeling. People tend to feel instantly as ease around her, which helps in her line of work. While she tends to be a little too kind at times Mari has a temper and can be stern, but of course feels guilty afterward. If she thinks she's hurt someone she immediately hurries to apologize, something that many people have taken advantage of in the past.
Brief History - Marisol grew up without a father. Her mother didn't even know his name, just that he was tall and dark and she met him in a bar. Her mother died when she was a child and Marisol was raised by her maternal grandmother, who found fault with everything Mari did. No matter how hard she tried, there was no pleasing the woman. She learned in her late teens it was because her grandmother saw her as a sin, an illegitimate child of fornication.
Mari went to college and graduated as a therapist. Having people sit and tell her their problems helps her ignore her own.
The transition came as a shock to say the least. By the grace of The Scribe Virgin a male vampire happened to be near enough to sense a female in distress and came running to help. He got her through her transition, but as he was actually gay they never had a romantic relationship but still keep in touch as friends, him providing her with blood when she needs it and vice versa.
It has taken Marisol a year to come to terms with what she is. She hasn't met that many others like her. But a sense of unease has guided her and others like her towards the last known city the Brotherhood were known to inhabit.
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Name - Rhage
Age - over 400
Preferred Weapon - His Beast
Personality - He is pretty easy going and doesn't have many buttons to push, preferring to laugh than to take offense. But if you do find his button and push it... even his Brothers know that's a suicidal idea. When he is being serious, you KNOW he means business and would do well to pay attention.
He LOVES food. Seriously he could wipe out a buffet restaurant in one sitting. But he savors everything he eats like it's his last meal.
Brief History - Back when he was a pretrans he made the mistake of pissing off the Scribe Virgin. How did he do this unheard of task? No one knows and no one dares ask. All anyone knows for sure is that Rhage is cursed with a creature tattooed on his back. If he gets angry he transforms into the Beast, devouring everything in his path. The problem is he doesn't know friend from foe when this happens so the only thing his brothers can do is stand back and wait for him to power down. Once he returns to normal he is completely depleted of energy. |
48,608 | 1,308 | 26 | 593 | 1,411 | Vischous was relieved that he answered the phone. "Thank god. Yes I have a guest. I need help carrying her in my guest...She is in the middle of the change...I need help getting her to my room." He said as he turned onto the estate. "I will need A LOT of food. I am going to have to let her feed on me and I need to keep my strength." He said as he pulled up to the house. "I am outside now. I will see you in a moment." He said as he hung up the phone and parked his car. He got out already feeling the strain on his body. He took deep breaths as he slowly staggered to the passanger door opening it up and leaned up against it. Damn...this is going to take a lot out of me...but its worth it to save a life. He thought to himself. | Name: Vischous Dimitri
Age: 29 (human years)
Preferred Weapon:
Katana strapped to his back
9mm Baretta
P90 only for emergencies or if being overrun kept in his car
Personality: He keeps to himself and never opens up to anyone. He figures anyone he gets close to will be a target or will leave him. He tries to show emotion every now and can when he drinks but not usually when he is sober. When he is with its brothers its easier but it sure isn't a cake walk for him. He is a very determined fighter and willing to put his life on the line to defend his family.
Brief Background: He was named after his father Vischous in order to live out his legacy. He was trained from a young age to become one of the best fighters for the brotherhood. He was on his own training with just a teacher up until his 18th birthday. He joined the Brotherhood a week after his father died. He has been working his best to get rid of the lessers no matter if he loses his life in the process. He has incredible strength and is learning more and more abilities the more he trains. He has never found mate yet and hopes to one day chose the right girl. |
48,609 | 1,308 | 27 | 1,208 | 35,924 | Zsadist watched the woman walk away. He hadnt even gotten her name. Not that it mattered she was going to avoid her as much as possible. He didn't blame her. He wasn't a man of worth. He shook his head trying to clear it. His mind was all over the place. Having a female near was starting to affect him. He needed space. He knew Noah would take care of her. "Do you need anything Master Zsadist?"
He jerked at the sound of Noah's voice. "Noah I've asked you not to call me that." He hated that word. He knew the Doggen didn't mean it the way it had been used most of his life. But that didn't stop him from hating the sound of that word. "Ask the others to check on my guest later. She might take them checking on her better."
"I'm sorry sire. Vischous and Rhage have guest as well. I will make sure your guest has what she needs." Noah explained. He nodded. The Doggen would take good care of the female. He would make sure that she had anything she needed or wanted. | Name: Zsadist
Age: 30 (human about 150 vampire)
Preferred Weapon: knife
Personality: Zsadist is very quiet. He sees things that others do not. He can read a situation better then most. He's very violent when threatened. He doesn't like to be touched and tends to keep everyoneat arms length.
Brief Background: Zsadist was kidnapped when he was 6. He was kept as a blood slave until he came of age when his owner started using and selling him for other things. This continued until he was rescued as a young adult. |
48,610 | 1,308 | 28 | 2,670 | 151 | Juni had been taken a back by the look of the house and Noah ,who seemed to be the kindest man she has known other than Michel. She felt a hand on her arm guiding her from the man and then looked over a ray of food on a table. The Brotherhood are either the biggest wasters known to vampire kind or have huge stomachs. Looking at the size of Rhage she is guessing the other option she looks at Rhage and pointed at the table.
"All three of your brother eat this?" She asked in surprise her accent coming out a little more than before. Juniper walks over to the table as her stomach growled."Do y'all have," Juni spotted what she was looking for she near squealed when she grabbed the ribs."Okay I may stay longer just because of the ribs." She says with a laugh grabbing at least 5."I'll leave ya some. I may take the whole plate.." Juni says shuffling away. | Name:Juniper Rose
Nicknames:Juni
Age: 21
Personality: Despite having a very Kind and sweet woman she has a tendency to be very quiet and likes being a bit of a loner. Juniper was also very brave and would not hesitate to take a bullet for a family member or a complete and total stranger. Determination has always been the strongest suit for her because of how she was raised by her father. She is also very adventurous always wandering away and being curious about the world around her.
Brief Background: Juniper was raised with just a father. She had been raised to be tougher than she lets on and always be cautious since her mother was killed by a Lesser. Juniper had known what she was but she just continued to just lie life as she saw fit at the time. Her father had a friend who was like a brother to him who had a son. Hoping they would grow to love each other they pushed them to hang out. Juniper and Michelangelo (Or Michel) would learn to love each other as brother and sister not as mates.
They did get into trouble though. Growing up on a farm was one of the most fun things the young and older friends enjoyed. Getting into trouble and running around the farm with their dogs.
When they got older Michel and Juniper had been hanging out when Juniper went into transition. Painful and crying ensued then she blacks out. When she came back the woman gasps when she felt her teeth inside someone that someone being her bestfriend. She cried when she let him go.
Now she is still on the small farm and remains there with Michel as a helper around the farm.
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48,611 | 1,308 | 29 | 274 | 1,459 | Marisol
Mari had been sitting and staring at the wall. The shakiness of her hands had mostly subsided. The clock said it was nearly 3am. Gage would still be up waiting for Will to get home. Picking up the phone beside the bed, she dialed.
After four rings the answering machine picked up. "H-hey guys," she said, trying to keep the quiver from her voice. "It's me. I wanted to-"
The phone was picked up before she could say anymore. "Mari?"
Relief at a familiar face washed over her. She clutched the phone with both hands like a life line. "Gage..."
"What's doing pumpkin? Where are you calling from? The number is blocked."
"My cellphone got destroyed. I was-"
"Destroyed?! Where are you? What happened? Are you okay? Were you in an accident? Do you need money? Are you-"
"Gage," Mari broke through the barrage of questions, a slight smile on her lips. Gage and Will were like a second set of parents even though they were nearly the same age as her. "I'm..." she almost said okay but didn't want to lie. "I'm safe now. I was attacked about an hour ago. Lessers."
"Oh my god! Where are you baby girl? I'll come get you."
"I'm... Really I don't know where I am," she confessed. "I'm not hurt. I was saved. Gage... it was The Brotherhood."
There was a pregnant pause on the other line, followed by a whispered swear. "That's some heavy shit Mari."
"I know. Anyway, one of the Lessers stole my wallet. I can't go home. So one of the Brothers brought me to some kind of mansion."
"You're telling me a warrior-male took a single female to his house?!" Gage's voice had gone from quiet to shouting with every word. "What the hell kind of douche face bastard-!"
"Gage calm down please," she pleaded. "He hasn't hurt me. He disappeared after we arrived. The Doggen is the only other person I have seen."
"I don't care! I'm contacting the glymera and petitioning for you to be released into my custody. You will stay with Will and me."
"Gage no, please don't bring the glymera into this," Mari pleaded. "I called you to let you know I'm okay. I don't know how long I'll be here but-"
"I know how long: about five minutes after I get a hold of that bastard! They're warriors Mari! Do you know what warriors do? They fight and they fuck! And guess which one they'll want to do with you! Do you really think 'no' will stop them?!"
Mari winced at the yelling. She did not take yelling well. It upset her. She had grown up with her human grandmother yelling at her constantly. "Gage, please... stop..." Mari whimpered, trying not to cry.
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Rhage
Rhage shrugged. "Nah, my brothers eat when they want. This is all for me. After I... well, after the Beast comes out, I come back tired and hungry as hell. I need all of this to recover from having every muscle, organ and bone in my body snap and rearrange themselves. Twice. Within a short period."
It pleased him to see her eat. He walked over and snatched the plate from her hands. Dumping the ribs off, he looked through them meticulously, only picking the best looking ones for her before handing the plate back. He ignored the fact that such an action was uncomfortably close to a bonded male's need to give his female only the best. "I have a good eye for meat," he said, trying to come off as casual. He grabbed his own heavy loaded plate again before sitting and beginning to inhale the food. A satisfied purr hummed in his throat, like a tiger savoring something delicious.
Piles of food disappeared down his throat with no sign of him getting full. The only time he paused was to pick the best parts of each type of food and setting them aside for her. It was scary how he did it so unthinkingly, like it was a natural thing he had been doing for years.
Noah came in after a while, clearing his throat to get Rhage's attention. "Excuse me Master Rhage, but I believe Master Vischous requires part of the fare. He is bringing a guest of his own : a female going through transition."
Rhage swore ripely then glanced at Juniper. "Parden my French," he said. "This is not going to be good."
Three females in the house?
"I believe she is suffering from some form of post traumatic stress," Noah continued, looking uncomfortably at Juniper. "Perhaps the company of another female might help soothe her?" | Name - Marisol Harrison
Age - 26
Perferred Weapon - Her mate, once she gets one
Personality - Marisol (Mari for short) is kind and warm but no pushover. She is an open book. You never have to guess what she is thinking or feeling. People tend to feel instantly as ease around her, which helps in her line of work. While she tends to be a little too kind at times Mari has a temper and can be stern, but of course feels guilty afterward. If she thinks she's hurt someone she immediately hurries to apologize, something that many people have taken advantage of in the past.
Brief History - Marisol grew up without a father. Her mother didn't even know his name, just that he was tall and dark and she met him in a bar. Her mother died when she was a child and Marisol was raised by her maternal grandmother, who found fault with everything Mari did. No matter how hard she tried, there was no pleasing the woman. She learned in her late teens it was because her grandmother saw her as a sin, an illegitimate child of fornication.
Mari went to college and graduated as a therapist. Having people sit and tell her their problems helps her ignore her own.
The transition came as a shock to say the least. By the grace of The Scribe Virgin a male vampire happened to be near enough to sense a female in distress and came running to help. He got her through her transition, but as he was actually gay they never had a romantic relationship but still keep in touch as friends, him providing her with blood when she needs it and vice versa.
It has taken Marisol a year to come to terms with what she is. She hasn't met that many others like her. But a sense of unease has guided her and others like her towards the last known city the Brotherhood were known to inhabit.
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Name - Rhage
Age - over 400
Preferred Weapon - His Beast
Personality - He is pretty easy going and doesn't have many buttons to push, preferring to laugh than to take offense. But if you do find his button and push it... even his Brothers know that's a suicidal idea. When he is being serious, you KNOW he means business and would do well to pay attention.
He LOVES food. Seriously he could wipe out a buffet restaurant in one sitting. But he savors everything he eats like it's his last meal.
Brief History - Back when he was a pretrans he made the mistake of pissing off the Scribe Virgin. How did he do this unheard of task? No one knows and no one dares ask. All anyone knows for sure is that Rhage is cursed with a creature tattooed on his back. If he gets angry he transforms into the Beast, devouring everything in his path. The problem is he doesn't know friend from foe when this happens so the only thing his brothers can do is stand back and wait for him to power down. Once he returns to normal he is completely depleted of energy. |
48,612 | 1,308 | 30 | 2,670 | 151 | Juni couldn't help but laugh at Rhage's cover up. She took it though mutter a "Thank you" before basically in haling it herself..not because she was hungry but because it tasted almost as good as her dads. Juni was half way done with her rib when Noah came in talking to Rhage so she quickly wiped any access Barbecue with a napkin. Juni continue eating a little bit more when the mention of 'Female company' and she nearly dropped her plate.
"Me? A-are ya sure I mean uh- uh ." She stuffs her mouth with a rib and points."Ahk kin'a e'e." Juni says not exactly caring how stupid she probably looks.
Juni has personally seen what happens to a vampire when they turn and if you add on the stress? Juni would rather face the Dragger ,its what Juni decided to call Rhages beast, then to handle a female going through that. Plus she's not exactly the 'Oh its okay' comfort type. She straight forward and can sometimes be a bit to blunt. | Name:Juniper Rose
Nicknames:Juni
Age: 21
Personality: Despite having a very Kind and sweet woman she has a tendency to be very quiet and likes being a bit of a loner. Juniper was also very brave and would not hesitate to take a bullet for a family member or a complete and total stranger. Determination has always been the strongest suit for her because of how she was raised by her father. She is also very adventurous always wandering away and being curious about the world around her.
Brief Background: Juniper was raised with just a father. She had been raised to be tougher than she lets on and always be cautious since her mother was killed by a Lesser. Juniper had known what she was but she just continued to just lie life as she saw fit at the time. Her father had a friend who was like a brother to him who had a son. Hoping they would grow to love each other they pushed them to hang out. Juniper and Michelangelo (Or Michel) would learn to love each other as brother and sister not as mates.
They did get into trouble though. Growing up on a farm was one of the most fun things the young and older friends enjoyed. Getting into trouble and running around the farm with their dogs.
When they got older Michel and Juniper had been hanging out when Juniper went into transition. Painful and crying ensued then she blacks out. When she came back the woman gasps when she felt her teeth inside someone that someone being her bestfriend. She cried when she let him go.
Now she is still on the small farm and remains there with Michel as a helper around the farm.
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48,613 | 1,308 | 31 | 1,208 | 35,924 | Zsadist stripped when he reached his room. As usual his room was dark. He rarely bothered turning on the light. He didn't need to so he saw no point in wasting the electricity. He made his way into the bathroom. He shower in the dark. He left the light off so there was less of a chance of him seeing his reflection. He hated the look of his body.
He was drying off when he heard the woman he had brought to the mansion talking on the phone. The walls were fairly thick but there were some places where sound traveled just fine. He wondered who she was calling. Since her talking to anyone outside of the mansion was dangerous he quickly got dressed and headed to her room.
He listened as she explained where she was. It wasn't the best idea but since the mansion was hidden from the world by the king and Scribe Virgin he wasn't too worried. Plus it was probably better for her friends to know where she was. Atleast that way the glymera wouldn't be looking for her. When he heard the tears in her voice her entered the room. Hr took the phone from her. "I hope you are happy. You made her cry." | Name: Zsadist
Age: 30 (human about 150 vampire)
Preferred Weapon: knife
Personality: Zsadist is very quiet. He sees things that others do not. He can read a situation better then most. He's very violent when threatened. He doesn't like to be touched and tends to keep everyoneat arms length.
Brief Background: Zsadist was kidnapped when he was 6. He was kept as a blood slave until he came of age when his owner started using and selling him for other things. This continued until he was rescued as a young adult. |
48,614 | 1,308 | 32 | 274 | 1,459 | Rhage
Noah nodded. "Yes. Master Zsadist's guest. She is quite shaken," he looked from Juni to Rhage. "I wouldn't dare presume to overstep my place-"
"No never," Rhage said.
"-but it seems she does not want to be here, but Master Zsadist insists."
Rhage's brows came down in a frown, his expression one that would make John Cena back away. "Really? That's... That's not great," he said, musing to himself. One did not just go up against Zsadist. If he was keeping the female here there had to be a reason. But any he came up with spelled bad news for the female. "Keep an eye and an ear out Noah," he finally said, wiping his mouth before reaching for more pasta. "If you hear anything... well, unseemly, come get me."
Noah nodded and bowed before retreating.
Rhage looked back at Juni and felt he had to explain. "My Brother Zsadist... he's..." he rubbed the back of his neck, searching for words. "He's... difficult. He's been through a lot in his life and it hasn't left him with the best personality traits. While I don't want to think he would hurt a female... you just never can tell with him."
Noah came back not long afterward, bowing to Juniper. "Mistress, I have taken the liberty of preparing a room for you. It overlooks the guest house where your horse is being housed for the time being, until other accomodations can be made for him."
Rhage couldn't stop the school-boy mischevious grin.
His room overlooked the guest house. So did the empty room next to his.
Rhage loved their Doggen.
Noah continued. "I'm afraid we have no female clothing in the manor," he said, blushing a bit uncomfortably. "But I will see what I can-"
"Grab some stuff from my room," Rhage said, a little too gruffly if Noah's expression was any indication. "She can wear my stuff til she can go shopping."
She was not wearing any of his Brother's clothing. Hell no. He would provide for her.
Mine.
The possesive thought came so quickly and so strongly he actually stopped eating in order to process it. And to top it off his inner Beast purred at the thought.
Damn it he was in deep shit.
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Marisol
Mari gasped as the phone was taken from her. To her surprise it was the Brother from before. The scarred one who had brought her here.
Gage immediately started yelling at the Brother. Mari winced and cringed away from the phone, bad memories coming back.
"I'm sorry," she said, barely heard over the yelling coming from the phone. "He's a friend. He's just worried about me. He's just upset. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
She had never meant for all of this. She had just wanted to hear a familiar voice, let the only people who cared about her know where she was before they could worry.
"Listen here you roid-pumping douche-bag," Gage said, anger clear in his voice. "I don't care if you are a Brother, if you touch her I will rip your entrails out and wear them for a tie! When the glymera hear of you keeping a helpless unprotected female in your house you will be forced to release her. Unless you let her come to my home right now you'll be caught up in so many legal ramifications your grandsons will need a shovel!"
Marisol covered her face with her hands, embarrassed beyond measure. "It's my fault. Please don't kill him. This is all my fault. I'm so sorry." | Name - Marisol Harrison
Age - 26
Perferred Weapon - Her mate, once she gets one
Personality - Marisol (Mari for short) is kind and warm but no pushover. She is an open book. You never have to guess what she is thinking or feeling. People tend to feel instantly as ease around her, which helps in her line of work. While she tends to be a little too kind at times Mari has a temper and can be stern, but of course feels guilty afterward. If she thinks she's hurt someone she immediately hurries to apologize, something that many people have taken advantage of in the past.
Brief History - Marisol grew up without a father. Her mother didn't even know his name, just that he was tall and dark and she met him in a bar. Her mother died when she was a child and Marisol was raised by her maternal grandmother, who found fault with everything Mari did. No matter how hard she tried, there was no pleasing the woman. She learned in her late teens it was because her grandmother saw her as a sin, an illegitimate child of fornication.
Mari went to college and graduated as a therapist. Having people sit and tell her their problems helps her ignore her own.
The transition came as a shock to say the least. By the grace of The Scribe Virgin a male vampire happened to be near enough to sense a female in distress and came running to help. He got her through her transition, but as he was actually gay they never had a romantic relationship but still keep in touch as friends, him providing her with blood when she needs it and vice versa.
It has taken Marisol a year to come to terms with what she is. She hasn't met that many others like her. But a sense of unease has guided her and others like her towards the last known city the Brotherhood were known to inhabit.
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Name - Rhage
Age - over 400
Preferred Weapon - His Beast
Personality - He is pretty easy going and doesn't have many buttons to push, preferring to laugh than to take offense. But if you do find his button and push it... even his Brothers know that's a suicidal idea. When he is being serious, you KNOW he means business and would do well to pay attention.
He LOVES food. Seriously he could wipe out a buffet restaurant in one sitting. But he savors everything he eats like it's his last meal.
Brief History - Back when he was a pretrans he made the mistake of pissing off the Scribe Virgin. How did he do this unheard of task? No one knows and no one dares ask. All anyone knows for sure is that Rhage is cursed with a creature tattooed on his back. If he gets angry he transforms into the Beast, devouring everything in his path. The problem is he doesn't know friend from foe when this happens so the only thing his brothers can do is stand back and wait for him to power down. Once he returns to normal he is completely depleted of energy. |
48,615 | 1,308 | 33 | 2,670 | 151 | Juni felt herself become a little more on the defensive hearing about Rhage brother. She was taught never to just roll over for anyone but to know her battles. She can handle bulls,cows and horses well and fight pretty decent for being someone who never really fought anyone before. She felt for her knife on her hip and sighed when she felt it. Sudden lost of appetite she placed her plate down and wiped her mouth.
Juni smiled slightly at Noah as he told her about her room overlooking where Opal, her horse, would be. She couldn't be more than grateful for the Doggen. At the Doggen continued into saying that they didn't have any female clothing so she had to wear Rhage's. It caused butterflies in her stomach. She grabbed it never feeling that before shrugging Juni spoke."I-it's fine..I got clothes back at my shed...I guess I forgot to get it on the way here. I'll go tomorrow to get some of it.." She says with a smile."And there no need to call me Mistress Noah. Call me Juni or Juniper."
Mistress just felt dirty to Juni. She has worked too and being called Mistress makes her feel spoiled; it scared her. Because her father had...mistress's when she was younger. They ended up in smoke every time because they would try to get him to love them more than he love Juni. | Name:Juniper Rose
Nicknames:Juni
Age: 21
Personality: Despite having a very Kind and sweet woman she has a tendency to be very quiet and likes being a bit of a loner. Juniper was also very brave and would not hesitate to take a bullet for a family member or a complete and total stranger. Determination has always been the strongest suit for her because of how she was raised by her father. She is also very adventurous always wandering away and being curious about the world around her.
Brief Background: Juniper was raised with just a father. She had been raised to be tougher than she lets on and always be cautious since her mother was killed by a Lesser. Juniper had known what she was but she just continued to just lie life as she saw fit at the time. Her father had a friend who was like a brother to him who had a son. Hoping they would grow to love each other they pushed them to hang out. Juniper and Michelangelo (Or Michel) would learn to love each other as brother and sister not as mates.
They did get into trouble though. Growing up on a farm was one of the most fun things the young and older friends enjoyed. Getting into trouble and running around the farm with their dogs.
When they got older Michel and Juniper had been hanging out when Juniper went into transition. Painful and crying ensued then she blacks out. When she came back the woman gasps when she felt her teeth inside someone that someone being her bestfriend. She cried when she let him go.
Now she is still on the small farm and remains there with Michel as a helper around the farm.
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48,616 | 1,308 | 34 | 593 | 1,411 | Vischous saw a few helpers come out and help him carry the woman into to the house. He did not know where to bring her so he thought his room would be the best place. "Take her to my room." He said as he headed up the stairs before them to clean up the floor a little to make it easier. He did what he could to make way for them as they laid her down on his bed. He looked over at her to see she was still asleep. He knew she would be okay for a few moments as he ran down to the the kitchen seeing Rhage and a female chatting.
"Nice to see you are okay brother." He said trying to be sarcastic but it was very obvious that he was completely out of it. He grabbed some chicken and beef knowing protein would be the best thing to keep him going. "I wont be able to leave my room much...If Noah did not tell you, I managed to find a woman in the midst of the change and tried to attack a group of lessers." He said still unable to even comprehend how it happened and why it happened. He finished grabbing his food and was about to head out the door back to his room. "Sorry to eat and run. If you need me you know where to find me." He said as he walked quickly back to the staircase up to his room.
He hoped she would wake up soon so he could explain to her what was going on. He did not want her to freak out when he was not in the room and think that she was kidnapped. That would cause too many problems especially if she had decided to call the police. That would mean a lot of paperwork and bribes to make it all go away. He walked into his room sitting on the bed next to her. He saw she was still asleep and placed his food on the bedside table eating as he kept an eye on her. He could not help but notice how beautiful she was now that he was not having to worry about lessers at that moment. He shook the thought away knowing it would only cloud his judgement. He did not want to become too attached to her in case she left him. He was worried he would not be able to put up with the heart break if that was to happen. | Name: Vischous Dimitri
Age: 29 (human years)
Preferred Weapon:
Katana strapped to his back
9mm Baretta
P90 only for emergencies or if being overrun kept in his car
Personality: He keeps to himself and never opens up to anyone. He figures anyone he gets close to will be a target or will leave him. He tries to show emotion every now and can when he drinks but not usually when he is sober. When he is with its brothers its easier but it sure isn't a cake walk for him. He is a very determined fighter and willing to put his life on the line to defend his family.
Brief Background: He was named after his father Vischous in order to live out his legacy. He was trained from a young age to become one of the best fighters for the brotherhood. He was on his own training with just a teacher up until his 18th birthday. He joined the Brotherhood a week after his father died. He has been working his best to get rid of the lessers no matter if he loses his life in the process. He has incredible strength and is learning more and more abilities the more he trains. He has never found mate yet and hopes to one day chose the right girl. |
48,617 | 1,308 | 35 | 1,208 | 35,924 | Zsadist hated hearing the tears in the woman's voice as she apologized for something that wasn't her fault. He hated tears. They stirred up memories that he wanted to keep buried. He didn't think he just reactec. Without his brothers to keep him from doing something stupid. Which was why he did just that. He used the open phone line to phase to where the woman's "friend" was. He grabbed the man by his throat and lifted the man off the ground. He bared his teeth at the man.
"You are a terrible friend. She almost died today. She is scared and seeing reassurance. And you yell at her. What kind of friend yells at someone who needs comfort." He griwled. He might not know alot about the world or friendship but he knew that his brothers would never treat anyone this way. Especially a female. "Your friend's life is in danger. A lesser may have her information do you really think that you can protect her better then I can? Do you think of you can keep her safe from the Lessers?" | Name: Zsadist
Age: 30 (human about 150 vampire)
Preferred Weapon: knife
Personality: Zsadist is very quiet. He sees things that others do not. He can read a situation better then most. He's very violent when threatened. He doesn't like to be touched and tends to keep everyoneat arms length.
Brief Background: Zsadist was kidnapped when he was 6. He was kept as a blood slave until he came of age when his owner started using and selling him for other things. This continued until he was rescued as a young adult. |
48,618 | 1,308 | 36 | 2,732 | 5,726 | Lilia lay still and silent on the bed, a contrast to how she was earlier in the car. Her skin was paler than normal and stood out against her fiery red hair, which was curled on the pillow beneath her head. The minutes passed and soon her eyelashes began to flutter. After a few moments, her eyes peeked open, dazed and unfocused. She laid there, gazing at the ceiling as her mind stuttered and stumbled over itself to start working properly again. She remembered the fight, then feeling absolutely terrible and collapsing as she tried to vacate the area. Then...It was all black. As she tried to process the memories flitting through her mind, one thought rang out much clearly than all the rest.
That wasn't the ceiling of her room.
Her heart jolted as she shot into a seated position, eyes wide. However, a nauseous feeling swept over her and she swayed, dizzy, before slumping back against the pillows. She squeezed her eyes closed so she didn't have to see the room spinning around her as she focused on her body. The horrible pain from before was absent but she could feel the edges of it, waiting to crash back down over her at any moment. She waited until her stomach settled before she opened her eyes and propped herself up weakly onto her elbows, blue orbs scanning around the room. They landed on a somewhat familiar face and they widened even further. "You!" She exclaimed in a hoarse voice she couldn't recognize as her own. "W-Where am I?!" | Name: Lilia Colette Galton
Nickname: Lily
Age: 22 years old
Gender: Female
Preferred Weapon: Don't let the size fool you; upset her and you'll receive a tongue-lashing of the century.
Personality: Lilia is always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. She is always trying to take care of the people around her but in doing so Lilia sometimes forgets to take care of herself as well. Normally, Lilia comes across as a little shy, emanating a calm and reserved aura. But given the right circumstances and Lilia's inner flame can shine through and she can become a feisty little thing with a tongue to match. Lilia listens to her heart and her actions are ruled by her desire to lend a hand rather than what she would get out of the situation by helping. Her caring nature knows no bounds and she holds a place for everyone in her heart. When given the task of helping someone, she comes out of her shell and gives them a shoulder to lean on, an ear to talk to, and a voice to comfort them. Lilia is also open-minded and tries to look for the good things in life rather than focusing on the bad. When she puts her mind to it, Lilia can be a little ball of energy, especially surrounded by those she cares for. She is also not one for giving up until she's given it her all and even then she's very hard-pressed to quit. But life is a double-edged sword. At times her caring nature leads her to trouble with people who do not want to be helped and may show violence in resisting. There is also a possibility of someone exploiting her kind nature to manipulate her.
Short Bio: Lilia never knew her birth parents, she was told they died in a car accident. But she didn't let that get her down. She was adopted by a very loving family who took care of her. She was happy. When she discovered her love for art and painting, her parents supported her and even offered to pay for her to get into an art school. Lilia declined, determined to pay her own way. She worked hard, got a few part-time jobs. There times when life seemed to try and push her down but Lilia pushed back and eventually her hard-work paid off. She's now eagerly awaiting a response from her chosen art school where she submitted her application.
Theme Song: The Dark - Beth Crowley |
48,619 | 1,308 | 37 | 593 | 1,411 | Vischous felt her jerk up then land back down on the pillows. He turned to face her as she asked where she was. This is going to be really hard to explain to her I imagine... He took a deep breath as he thought about what to say to her. How do you tell someone that they did not know they were born a vampire and now they have to complete their change. "Okay...First things first. My name is Vischous...What is your name?" He asked trying to keep her calm. Staying calm would make the pain less intense. He knew that she would soon would have to feed again but with her being awake it would be harder for her to understand the need for blood in her system. | Name: Vischous Dimitri
Age: 29 (human years)
Preferred Weapon:
Katana strapped to his back
9mm Baretta
P90 only for emergencies or if being overrun kept in his car
Personality: He keeps to himself and never opens up to anyone. He figures anyone he gets close to will be a target or will leave him. He tries to show emotion every now and can when he drinks but not usually when he is sober. When he is with its brothers its easier but it sure isn't a cake walk for him. He is a very determined fighter and willing to put his life on the line to defend his family.
Brief Background: He was named after his father Vischous in order to live out his legacy. He was trained from a young age to become one of the best fighters for the brotherhood. He was on his own training with just a teacher up until his 18th birthday. He joined the Brotherhood a week after his father died. He has been working his best to get rid of the lessers no matter if he loses his life in the process. He has incredible strength and is learning more and more abilities the more he trains. He has never found mate yet and hopes to one day chose the right girl. |
48,620 | 1,308 | 38 | 274 | 1,459 | Rhage
Rhage frowned a bit. "The clothes in your shed will not be enough, unless you hid a whole wardrobe in there," he said, smothering a large bowl of mashed potatoes in hot sauce before practically inhaling it. "Let me buy you clothes. Trust me the King gives us more money than we know what to do with, then gets offended when we don't spend it. You'll be doing me a favor. You spend some of the money and I won't have to deal with his whining."
He saluted the Brother that came in moments later. "What's doin V? You look like shit that's been run over by a dump truck," he said in his good natured teasing way. He gave a light hearted laugh before waving a hand towards the female. "This is Juniper. Her family and home were destroyed by Lessers so I brought her here," the underlying tone in his voice told his Brother not to argue with him on the matter. "Juni, this is my smart-ass know-it-all Brother Vischous. If it's on a computer he can find it, hack it, scan it, change it... whatever it is he does."
Meanwhile Noah was staring at Juniper like she had given him the Hope Diamond. By giving a Doggen leave to call you by your name you were giving them the ultimate gift. He bowed deeply to her. "Thank you Miss," he said almost reverently before exiting the room.
Rhage laughed. "Now you've done it. He'll be walking on a cloud for the next week," he said.
Finally full, he stood and offered Juniper his hand. "I'll take you to your room. There are tubs and showers in every room. With jets," he said, wagging his eyebrows but not in a flirty way. More teasing and playful.
Well... maybe a little flirty...
The room was not small but not too large either. A queen sized bed sat against one wall. A vanity and chaise lounge sat atop a beautiful rug that looked easily fifty or so years old. Fresh flowers, pink roses, had been placed in a vase on the table beside the bed. A large red T-shirt had been placed folded on the bed.
"So... uh... we don't have any girly stuff as far as soap," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "But Irish Springs is not that bad right? Anyway, you need anything my room is next door," he said.
Before Juni could go inside a frantic female came racing down the hall. "Please! Someone help! He's going to kill him!"
Rhage swore sharply. "Damn it Z!" he snarled and took off like a shot towards the room she had come from.
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Marisol
Gabe tried desperately to suck in air while trying to pry the Brother's hand from his throat. It was like trying to open a steel vise. "She needs to be with people who know her," he struggled to get out. "Mari is innocent, in every sense of the word. You don't know the shit she's been through, shit her own family did to her. Whatever you intend to do to her, she won't survive it. I don't care if you kill me but I love that girl like she's my own sister and you are NOT going to hurt her. Do you hear me?"
It was very hard to be intimidating and threatening to a male with easily five times your strength and currently holding you off the floor with very little effort.
Back at the manor Mari gasped as the Brother vanished. The yelling from the phone had stopped suddenly and sounds of struggles could be heard. Mari tried phasing but was too shaken to do so. Instead she went with the only option she knew.
Racing outside the door, she found a brightly lit hallway and a male and female speaking. "Please! Someone help! He's going to kill him!"
The male took off and Mari was left standing with the female. She looked close to Mari's age and very pretty, exotic looking.
Mari wrapped her arms around herself, shaking. "It's all my fault! I shouldn't have called him! But I didn't want him to worry about me! And now he's going to kill him and it'll be all my fault!" | Name - Marisol Harrison
Age - 26
Perferred Weapon - Her mate, once she gets one
Personality - Marisol (Mari for short) is kind and warm but no pushover. She is an open book. You never have to guess what she is thinking or feeling. People tend to feel instantly as ease around her, which helps in her line of work. While she tends to be a little too kind at times Mari has a temper and can be stern, but of course feels guilty afterward. If she thinks she's hurt someone she immediately hurries to apologize, something that many people have taken advantage of in the past.
Brief History - Marisol grew up without a father. Her mother didn't even know his name, just that he was tall and dark and she met him in a bar. Her mother died when she was a child and Marisol was raised by her maternal grandmother, who found fault with everything Mari did. No matter how hard she tried, there was no pleasing the woman. She learned in her late teens it was because her grandmother saw her as a sin, an illegitimate child of fornication.
Mari went to college and graduated as a therapist. Having people sit and tell her their problems helps her ignore her own.
The transition came as a shock to say the least. By the grace of The Scribe Virgin a male vampire happened to be near enough to sense a female in distress and came running to help. He got her through her transition, but as he was actually gay they never had a romantic relationship but still keep in touch as friends, him providing her with blood when she needs it and vice versa.
It has taken Marisol a year to come to terms with what she is. She hasn't met that many others like her. But a sense of unease has guided her and others like her towards the last known city the Brotherhood were known to inhabit.
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Name - Rhage
Age - over 400
Preferred Weapon - His Beast
Personality - He is pretty easy going and doesn't have many buttons to push, preferring to laugh than to take offense. But if you do find his button and push it... even his Brothers know that's a suicidal idea. When he is being serious, you KNOW he means business and would do well to pay attention.
He LOVES food. Seriously he could wipe out a buffet restaurant in one sitting. But he savors everything he eats like it's his last meal.
Brief History - Back when he was a pretrans he made the mistake of pissing off the Scribe Virgin. How did he do this unheard of task? No one knows and no one dares ask. All anyone knows for sure is that Rhage is cursed with a creature tattooed on his back. If he gets angry he transforms into the Beast, devouring everything in his path. The problem is he doesn't know friend from foe when this happens so the only thing his brothers can do is stand back and wait for him to power down. Once he returns to normal he is completely depleted of energy. |
48,621 | 1,308 | 39 | 2,732 | 5,726 | If Lilia didn't get answers soon, she felt like she was going to hyperventilate. She was in a strange house, with a strange man, who had apparently picked her up after she collapsed from the pain. But why? If he had good intentions then he would have taken her to the hospital, not this random room! She managed to prop herself up the headboard and cross her arms over her chest, leveling him with a glare. "My name is Lily. Now why did you bring me here? What happened to me earlier, did you drug me or something in the fight?" She didn't feel comfortable giving him her full name. Besides, with a name like Vicious, he wasn't exactly a comforting presence at the moment. She briefly debated if she would be able to make it to the bedroom door then the front door and outside. | Name: Lilia Colette Galton
Nickname: Lily
Age: 22 years old
Gender: Female
Preferred Weapon: Don't let the size fool you; upset her and you'll receive a tongue-lashing of the century.
Personality: Lilia is always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. She is always trying to take care of the people around her but in doing so Lilia sometimes forgets to take care of herself as well. Normally, Lilia comes across as a little shy, emanating a calm and reserved aura. But given the right circumstances and Lilia's inner flame can shine through and she can become a feisty little thing with a tongue to match. Lilia listens to her heart and her actions are ruled by her desire to lend a hand rather than what she would get out of the situation by helping. Her caring nature knows no bounds and she holds a place for everyone in her heart. When given the task of helping someone, she comes out of her shell and gives them a shoulder to lean on, an ear to talk to, and a voice to comfort them. Lilia is also open-minded and tries to look for the good things in life rather than focusing on the bad. When she puts her mind to it, Lilia can be a little ball of energy, especially surrounded by those she cares for. She is also not one for giving up until she's given it her all and even then she's very hard-pressed to quit. But life is a double-edged sword. At times her caring nature leads her to trouble with people who do not want to be helped and may show violence in resisting. There is also a possibility of someone exploiting her kind nature to manipulate her.
Short Bio: Lilia never knew her birth parents, she was told they died in a car accident. But she didn't let that get her down. She was adopted by a very loving family who took care of her. She was happy. When she discovered her love for art and painting, her parents supported her and even offered to pay for her to get into an art school. Lilia declined, determined to pay her own way. She worked hard, got a few part-time jobs. There times when life seemed to try and push her down but Lilia pushed back and eventually her hard-work paid off. She's now eagerly awaiting a response from her chosen art school where she submitted her application.
Theme Song: The Dark - Beth Crowley |
48,622 | 1,308 | 40 | 593 | 1,411 | Vischous smiled when she said her name was Lily. It actually fit her...she was beautiful like a lily flower. He shook the thought out of his head and tried to move on. "I brought you here because...well, to be honest. You are a vampire in the midst of the change." He said knowing she was not going to believe him. "I took you here to my house where me and the Brotherhood live. We are all vampires here so we can live here safely. I did not drug you...but I gave you some of my blood to drink to keep you alive. I will have to keep having you feed off my blood in order to survive the change. If you don't....you will die." He said in a calm voice to help her understand how serious this situation was. | Name: Vischous Dimitri
Age: 29 (human years)
Preferred Weapon:
Katana strapped to his back
9mm Baretta
P90 only for emergencies or if being overrun kept in his car
Personality: He keeps to himself and never opens up to anyone. He figures anyone he gets close to will be a target or will leave him. He tries to show emotion every now and can when he drinks but not usually when he is sober. When he is with its brothers its easier but it sure isn't a cake walk for him. He is a very determined fighter and willing to put his life on the line to defend his family.
Brief Background: He was named after his father Vischous in order to live out his legacy. He was trained from a young age to become one of the best fighters for the brotherhood. He was on his own training with just a teacher up until his 18th birthday. He joined the Brotherhood a week after his father died. He has been working his best to get rid of the lessers no matter if he loses his life in the process. He has incredible strength and is learning more and more abilities the more he trains. He has never found mate yet and hopes to one day chose the right girl. |
48,623 | 1,308 | 41 | 2,670 | 151 | Juni laughs a bit shaking her head."That was probably the first time I have heard some one say that but alright.." She says. Juni visibly winced when Rhage spoke of her now deceased family. Turns to the other male come in and smiled kindly at him and wave before trying to turn herself invisible as they spoke.
She looks at Noah who was looking at her as if she had given him the best present ever. Juni knew what she was doing when she said just use her name. She smiles at Noah giving him a nod of the head before he left making her laugh at how happy it seemed. Juni was slowly starting to like this place more and more. She had grabbed Rhage 's hand when he offered it and let him lead her to the bathroom smiling at his joke. Despite his looks he's actually had a very good sense of humor and Juni couldn't help but like him for it. Juni had been very excited when she saw the tub. Finally she can get clean and relax-
Then a woman came to them screaming about somebody killing some one else and she almost let a curse out when the female did. Juni prayed that RHage wouldn't leave Juni with the woman then he was gone. She sighs before looking at the woman. Far to pretty to be crying and being sad.
"It ain't your fault." She says softly using the same voice she would use on the horses to calm them down from their panicking states." As far from what I know of our men he made ya cry. And to be honest who ever 'he' is shouldn't have made ya cry if anyone is at fault her its 'he'." Juni says hugging the girl in a side hug. "Rhage, is there he'll stop Vischous from harmin' 'he'." She says | Name:Juniper Rose
Nicknames:Juni
Age: 21
Personality: Despite having a very Kind and sweet woman she has a tendency to be very quiet and likes being a bit of a loner. Juniper was also very brave and would not hesitate to take a bullet for a family member or a complete and total stranger. Determination has always been the strongest suit for her because of how she was raised by her father. She is also very adventurous always wandering away and being curious about the world around her.
Brief Background: Juniper was raised with just a father. She had been raised to be tougher than she lets on and always be cautious since her mother was killed by a Lesser. Juniper had known what she was but she just continued to just lie life as she saw fit at the time. Her father had a friend who was like a brother to him who had a son. Hoping they would grow to love each other they pushed them to hang out. Juniper and Michelangelo (Or Michel) would learn to love each other as brother and sister not as mates.
They did get into trouble though. Growing up on a farm was one of the most fun things the young and older friends enjoyed. Getting into trouble and running around the farm with their dogs.
When they got older Michel and Juniper had been hanging out when Juniper went into transition. Painful and crying ensued then she blacks out. When she came back the woman gasps when she felt her teeth inside someone that someone being her bestfriend. She cried when she let him go.
Now she is still on the small farm and remains there with Michel as a helper around the farm.
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48,624 | 1,308 | 42 | 89 | 255 | To the illustrious Thyme,
Let it be known that Argent, son of Aurum, wishes to invite
your household to celebrate the midwinter ball.
Words cannot express how deeply you and your family's
patronage contributed toward the success of the Glyter
line, and we hope to continue that tradition between our
households into the future.
Regrets only,
Argent, son of Aurum, First of his Name.
"The Bugatti was sold?"
Argent nearly tipped over the inkwell onto the invitation as Adamant, his brother, spoke over the crackling of the fire in their father's study. The elder male stood in the entrance of the room, staring at Argent, a glass of something in his hand. Brandy- a single sniff told him that much. From their father's stock. The male was dressed in jacket and loosened tie, both of which struggling against the mass of muscle underneath their fabric. And if the bulge underneath his jacket shoulder said anything, the male was likely armed.
Now where would he be going, dressed like that yet armed to kill?
Argent knew. He knew in his heart and soul, though he didn't have proof. The wax sealed letters arriving in the mail from Glymera families addressed to Adamant, while Argent's own missives went unanswered. The fact of the matter was, when one shared a roof with a killer, one learned to keep silent on certain things.
"The Bugatti," Adamant said once more, taking a sip of his amber liquid. "My Bugatti." He took a step forward with each word uttered. "Was. It. Sold."
Standing over Argent, leering down at him, he let the silence hang between them. Forcing Argent to fill that void.
"Yes," Argent whispered. He righted the inkwell and rested the pen within it. "I- we had to. Some years ago, you see-"
"You sold my car? To what, buy bread? Feed your cats?" Adamant chuckled before taking another sip of the alcohol. "The fuck do you think you're talking to, huh? That was my car. MY CAR! The gift from father for MY transition! And you fucking sold it?"
"Th-the Veyron was worth a million dollars, and the household-"
"Little brother, little brother," Adamant said softly, sweetly, in that deceptive tone of familial love. The one that made Argent lean back in his chair ever so slightly. "Our dear father, did he tell you to sell the car? Did he order you to do it?" The male leaned in a little closer, took one last sip of his amber liquid, then tossed its contents into the fireplace. That too handsome face, those lips that were perpetually undecided between smiling and scowling.
"He... he was wrapped up in his work. The necklace for the Queen needed- he wanted more time. Told me to liquidate the rest of our portfolio, but he wouldn't listen to me. It had been sold off years before. We were running on fumes! I had to release Lora and-"
"So that's what happened to Lora? You let Lora go? She was the best looking of all the Dogen! Damn near as radiant as a Chosen!" Adamant snarled, his face coming closer to Argent's. "The fuck is wrong with you?"
Which was when his tipsy brother finally spied the pile of letters on the desk. All sealed with their late father's signet ring.
"What is this?"
Argent swallowed, lifting the last invitation for his brother's inspection.
Adamant wasn't having it, though. He tossed the offered parchment into the fireplace, reached across the desk and took hold of their father's letter opener, ripped open the seal on one of the envelopes in the small stack, and read through the thing himself. All while Argent was ready to piss himself in fear that his brother had seized the note destined for the Brotherhood. The world- the universe- seemed to hold its breath while Adamant read the note. Argent expected to feel that letter opener plunging into his heart any moment now.
Until his brother spoke.
"A party?" He laughed. Laughed with the high pitched cackle of a hyena. "Brother- you're throwing a party for the glymera after you sold my car to keep the damned lights on?"
"It was... in our father's will. He wanted us to do it. To keep the family connections."
"And why the fuck would you care about the will, brother? Pretty soon we'll be selling the bone china and the furniture! The family's done. We can't live off of providing baubles and jewels to the leeches anymore. You were too stupid to learn how to continue that profession. We need to find a new way- before you blow all of our money on cocktails and wine!"
"It's- I'm using my money, brother. I'm not using your share of the inheritance. And it'll be a small thing anyway. Nobody will likely show up. I just wanted to fulfill our obligations to father. And the Scribe Virgin."
Adamant's lip curled, looking down at his brother. The letter was placed in Argent's hand.
"Fair enough. But you should know one thing brother. It's custom for these to be signed with a more personal touch..."
The letter swung quickly, sliding across skin, through muscle and barely missing the vein in Argent's wrist. The male hissed in pain, pulling the wound up to his lips to try and staunch the blood flow with his saliva.
"Make sure that my affairs are in order, brother." Adamant tossed the bloodied instrument onto the desk adjusting his coat and tie while watching his brother squirm in pain beneath heavy-lidded, coal black eyes. "I'd like to make sure I have enough at hand to rebuild this crumbling family..."
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Venus, shellan of Reyd, was expected to do a handful of things within the Glyter household. Reyd handled the cooking and the daily upkeep of the household. She was responsible for managing the social engagements and the finances for the old master.
A walking rolodex of the vampire glymera, she had also been made privy to certain access channels to the King and his guard- the feared and fearsome Black Dagger Brotherhood. Like all other members of the race, she was certainly not privy to where they made their homes. Anyone who found that information by accident or guile likely found themselves incinerated at dawn. But, with the dawn of modernity, there were other ways to reach them.
She had followed the young master's directions and had left the house to deliver the stack of invitations to the gala, each one now marked by a drop of Argent's blood, bearing his scent. But the last, the one with the upside down seal, she'd opened as instructed. And as she sat in a dingy coffee house downtown, the kind filled with vagrants, beat poets, and baristas with more metal in their noses than had any right being there- she reached into her Louis Vuitton bag, unlocked her phone, and dialed the number listed as "Security" in her phone book.
And when the phone finally did pick up, her fair voice carried over the line with a whisper.
"Hello. May I speak with one of the Brothers to the King?" | Argent Glyter, Son of Aurum Glyter
Age: 33
Preferred Weapon: Checkbook, winning smile, and a Saturday-night Special
Personality: Aloof and often afraid, Argent was not trained for the roll he finds himself in. But the collapse of the Glyter household is slowly hardening him to meet the challenges of the future.
:Brief Background:
Argent Glyter is the second child of the Glyter dynasty, son of the fabled Aurum and his late shellan Lustra Glyter. The Glyter dynasty holds the distinction of being the chief jewellers among the vampire aristocracy. Their wealth and power arose not from blood or divinity, but from leveraging the close ties they cultivated with the different families against one another in the deadly games played by the aristocracy. If a female is wearing any sort of jewelry at a Glymera function that is not of human design, it is undoubtedly of Glyter make.
The firstborn child of the household, Adamant, has been on a lengthy hiatus from Glymera life ever since the ascension of Wrath, son of Wrath to the throne of the race. Officially, he is away studying modern human jewelcrafting techniques to modernize the family holdings. Unofficially, Argent knows not where Adamant has gone and Aurum did not seem to care of late- only acknowledging that the lad had a bone to pick with everyone and everything in their world, and caused them nothing but trouble.
With the death of his shellan Lustra on the birthing bed, Aurum slowly spiraled into obsessing over his work, building more and more glorious pieces while taking on fewer commissions. Argent took it upon himself to manage the family estate not long after his lengthy and painful Transition, but without his father's guiding hand to help, he has been steering the household to an organized crash rather than smooth sailing. Many Dogen have been released from service, excepting only their chief butler Reyd and his shellan, Venus. Their summer home has been sold to humans. And all the while the Glymera snickers and laughs at the descent of the Glyter family back to lowly tradesmen.
The Raids saw to the end of his father- too wrapped up in his work to notice the stench of baby powder overpowering his shop, the man was choked by a length of silver chain until the life in his eyes was snuffed out. Argent survived in the family's panic room with the rest of the staff, but the death of the patriarch has sealed the fate of the Glyter family. And now, with the dissent of the Glymera becoming more and more open, he's heard talk of his brother Adamant's return... |
48,625 | 1,308 | 43 | 1,208 | 35,924 | Zsadist bared his teeth at the other man. He heard Rhage on the other end of the phone trying get his attention. But the woman's tears drowned out his brother's voice. He was impressed that the man was able to keep his head together. Not many could have spoke, much less make threats, when when he had them off the ground. It meant that the moron probably really cared about the female. Unfortunately that didn't excuse his stupidity. Atleast not as far as Zsadist is concerned.
"I don't know if you are dumb or deaf. I am not going to hurt the female. I would give you my word as a man of value but you and I both know I have no value. But I will swear that your friend will be safe until it's safe to let her return to her life. Whether or not she still calls an inconsiderate sleazebag friend is but to her. I try not to judge other people's choices." Zsadist growled. He hadn't hurt the man and wasn't planning on doing so unless the man did something stupid. | Name: Zsadist
Age: 30 (human about 150 vampire)
Preferred Weapon: knife
Personality: Zsadist is very quiet. He sees things that others do not. He can read a situation better then most. He's very violent when threatened. He doesn't like to be touched and tends to keep everyoneat arms length.
Brief Background: Zsadist was kidnapped when he was 6. He was kept as a blood slave until he came of age when his owner started using and selling him for other things. This continued until he was rescued as a young adult. |
48,626 | 1,308 | 44 | 274 | 1,459 | Marisol
Mari tried to compose herself. "I'm sorry. I don't normally make such a mess of myself," she told the female trying to console her. She wondered if she was shellan to one of the Brothers. Perhaps the one that had just run past them? Rhage, had she called him that?
"I called a friend to let him know I was alright and he got angry that the Brother brought me here," she explained quickly. "I'm Marisol... Mari," she added, reaching out a not very steady hand to shake the hand of the female before her. "I didn't meant to start all of this. Forgive me for disturbing you and your hellran," she said.
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Noah
The phone rang twice before it was picked up. "Good evening Madame," Noah spoke eloquently into the phone. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your call?"
Things were explained quickly and in hushed tones. Noah listened with a straight face, his lips pulling tight the only indication of his feelings. "Understood. I am afraid the Masters are unavailable to speak at the moment, but I assure you the information will reach them within the house. Your call is much appreciated Madame. If there is anything you require of us in the future, do not hesitate to call again. Oh, and please look after yourself Madame," he added in a tone that spoke volumes. If the wrong person discovered the source and reason for the call, the female on the other end would be in mortal danger.
After hanging up, he smoothed his jacket before straightening and going up the stairs. Two of the female guests were speaking in the hall and one of the masters was yelling at another over the phone line, a separate line from the rest of the house.
Without batting an eye, as if all of this was completely normal, he entered the room and addressed Rhage. "Master Rhage, I apologize for interrupting, but I am afraid I have quite urgent and distressing news for the Brotherhood."
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Rhage
Rhage wanted to rip the phone from the wall. He growled deeply in frustration. "Z, I am not foolin Brother : GET. YOUR. ASS. BACK. NOW. Something's going down and we need you here."
He slammed the phone down, confident that Z would return after hearing that. The Brother was loyal is anything. Stomping past Noah, he went into the hall and started banging on a door not far down the hall from theirs. "V! Something's going down my Brother. We need you out here."
It was a shitty thing, to interrupt a female going through transition, but she should be through the worst of it now and would need sleep before needing to feed again. Hopefully whatever had Noah sweating bullets wouldn't take long.
He found Juniper and Mari again in the hall. "Go back to the room," he told Mari. "And don't antagonize Zsadist when he returns. Just let him be."
He turned to Juniper. "Looks like that tour of the shower is gonna have to wait," he said with a playful wink. "Enjoy yourself and I'll see you later. Be here when I get back, true?" | Name - Marisol Harrison
Age - 26
Perferred Weapon - Her mate, once she gets one
Personality - Marisol (Mari for short) is kind and warm but no pushover. She is an open book. You never have to guess what she is thinking or feeling. People tend to feel instantly as ease around her, which helps in her line of work. While she tends to be a little too kind at times Mari has a temper and can be stern, but of course feels guilty afterward. If she thinks she's hurt someone she immediately hurries to apologize, something that many people have taken advantage of in the past.
Brief History - Marisol grew up without a father. Her mother didn't even know his name, just that he was tall and dark and she met him in a bar. Her mother died when she was a child and Marisol was raised by her maternal grandmother, who found fault with everything Mari did. No matter how hard she tried, there was no pleasing the woman. She learned in her late teens it was because her grandmother saw her as a sin, an illegitimate child of fornication.
Mari went to college and graduated as a therapist. Having people sit and tell her their problems helps her ignore her own.
The transition came as a shock to say the least. By the grace of The Scribe Virgin a male vampire happened to be near enough to sense a female in distress and came running to help. He got her through her transition, but as he was actually gay they never had a romantic relationship but still keep in touch as friends, him providing her with blood when she needs it and vice versa.
It has taken Marisol a year to come to terms with what she is. She hasn't met that many others like her. But a sense of unease has guided her and others like her towards the last known city the Brotherhood were known to inhabit.
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Name - Rhage
Age - over 400
Preferred Weapon - His Beast
Personality - He is pretty easy going and doesn't have many buttons to push, preferring to laugh than to take offense. But if you do find his button and push it... even his Brothers know that's a suicidal idea. When he is being serious, you KNOW he means business and would do well to pay attention.
He LOVES food. Seriously he could wipe out a buffet restaurant in one sitting. But he savors everything he eats like it's his last meal.
Brief History - Back when he was a pretrans he made the mistake of pissing off the Scribe Virgin. How did he do this unheard of task? No one knows and no one dares ask. All anyone knows for sure is that Rhage is cursed with a creature tattooed on his back. If he gets angry he transforms into the Beast, devouring everything in his path. The problem is he doesn't know friend from foe when this happens so the only thing his brothers can do is stand back and wait for him to power down. Once he returns to normal he is completely depleted of energy. |
48,627 | 1,308 | 45 | 1,208 | 35,924 | Zsadist bared his at Gage one more time before releasing the man. He didn't care if the man went to the glymera or not. He didn't have the time to worry about it. Rhage was demanding his return. Which normally wouldn't wouldn't mean a damn thing to him. But he could tell from his brother's voice that something wasn't right at the mansion. He would never failed to be there when his brothers needed him. They weren't brothers in the traditional sense. But they were his world.
He used the phone to phase back into the female's bedroom. He hoped that he didn't scare her. Anger still radiated from him. It would take some time to calm down. And it didn't think that was going to happen any time soon. He was surprised when he saw that there was more then one woman in the room. Great just what he needed more females. He glared at the new arrival. | Name: Zsadist
Age: 30 (human about 150 vampire)
Preferred Weapon: knife
Personality: Zsadist is very quiet. He sees things that others do not. He can read a situation better then most. He's very violent when threatened. He doesn't like to be touched and tends to keep everyoneat arms length.
Brief Background: Zsadist was kidnapped when he was 6. He was kept as a blood slave until he came of age when his owner started using and selling him for other things. This continued until he was rescued as a young adult. |
48,628 | 1,308 | 46 | 2,670 | 151 | It's fine to be a mess but don't let that cause you more pain then you're obviously already in alright? Juni says pulling off a small smile. Juni shook the woman, Mari's, hand."Juni. Nice to meet you." She says before retracting her hand from the others hand."Uh, R-Rhage isn't my Hellran. I-I was saved by 'im." She stutters before taking a breath." My farm was attacked by some Lesser's Rhage had come and saved me. I am just stayin' here until I can get back on my feet."
Juni jumps when she hears Rhage speak but she remains silent as he spoke before letting out a small giggle."To bad. Oh well, I was plannin' on takin' Mari to her room so she can go lay down but I am sure I will be there when you get back." Juni says with a straight face having joked around like this with Michel before. She gently grabbing the girl by the arm."See you then!" She says cheerfully taking Mari to her room.
Once coming to the room she lets Mari go and smiles at the girl." If you need anythin' just come to my room alright?" She says. Juni felt the anger before seeing him turning her head a bit she saw the man who had caused Mari so much stress. Deciding not to be rude Juni smiles surprising herself with not crapping herself at the sight of him."Hello Zsadist. I am just comfortin' Mari while you were away. I am guessin' that you would like me to leave so." Juni turns to Mari."I'll see you later." With that Juni turned and walked away from the room when she was far away enough she bolted into the bathroom shutting the door quickly.
Juni was shaking a bit she closes her eyes willing herself to stop shaking before sighing. Zsadist scared the shit out of Juni and she made a metal note to keep a careful eye on him and Mari. After shaking off her fright she strips herself of her clothes thanking The Scribe Virgin that she finally could have one. | Name:Juniper Rose
Nicknames:Juni
Age: 21
Personality: Despite having a very Kind and sweet woman she has a tendency to be very quiet and likes being a bit of a loner. Juniper was also very brave and would not hesitate to take a bullet for a family member or a complete and total stranger. Determination has always been the strongest suit for her because of how she was raised by her father. She is also very adventurous always wandering away and being curious about the world around her.
Brief Background: Juniper was raised with just a father. She had been raised to be tougher than she lets on and always be cautious since her mother was killed by a Lesser. Juniper had known what she was but she just continued to just lie life as she saw fit at the time. Her father had a friend who was like a brother to him who had a son. Hoping they would grow to love each other they pushed them to hang out. Juniper and Michelangelo (Or Michel) would learn to love each other as brother and sister not as mates.
They did get into trouble though. Growing up on a farm was one of the most fun things the young and older friends enjoyed. Getting into trouble and running around the farm with their dogs.
When they got older Michel and Juniper had been hanging out when Juniper went into transition. Painful and crying ensued then she blacks out. When she came back the woman gasps when she felt her teeth inside someone that someone being her bestfriend. She cried when she let him go.
Now she is still on the small farm and remains there with Michel as a helper around the farm.
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48,629 | 1,308 | 47 | 274 | 1,459 | Mari
"Thank you," Mari said to Juni, grateful for the kind words. "I appreciate-" she was cut off by Zsadist reappearing in the room. He looked like a demon straight out of hell.
Correction : he looked like the nightmare of a demon straight out of hell. His anger rolled off of him like a black plague and it terrified her. Juni obviously felt the same because she exited the room quickly after saying some words that Mari didn't really comprehend. She was too busy looking into the blackness that was Zsadist's eyes.
She swallowed hard, her throat hurting with the movement. Her mouth felt dry and her hands still shook. "I... Forgive me," she said, bowing her head to him in a show of submission, to avoid angering him more. "I shouldn't have called him. Gage just... he means well I promise. Please don't kill him."
She ventured a peek at him, her grey blue eyes searching his dark ones for even a small glimmer that he was calming down. Talking people down was part of her job. But there was a difference between speaking to a depressed human and an angered male vampire. Especially a Brother on top of that. And this wasn't just any Brother. There was something about him... something deep and dark and violent.
But seeing that dark violence didn't make her want to flee. Strangely, it made her want to peer closer, to uncover the source of that darkness and soothe it away.
Mari stood without realizing she was going to do so. It seemed the more she stared at him, the more her body seemed to move of it's own accord. An instinct that made her want to touch and soothe, like a healing balm to an angry wound.
Her hand touched his arm and a small gasp escaped her. He was spun steel. There was no softness to be found in him. She wondered what she must feel like to him. There was a jolt of electricity where her skin met his that made her freeze. | Name - Marisol Harrison
Age - 26
Perferred Weapon - Her mate, once she gets one
Personality - Marisol (Mari for short) is kind and warm but no pushover. She is an open book. You never have to guess what she is thinking or feeling. People tend to feel instantly as ease around her, which helps in her line of work. While she tends to be a little too kind at times Mari has a temper and can be stern, but of course feels guilty afterward. If she thinks she's hurt someone she immediately hurries to apologize, something that many people have taken advantage of in the past.
Brief History - Marisol grew up without a father. Her mother didn't even know his name, just that he was tall and dark and she met him in a bar. Her mother died when she was a child and Marisol was raised by her maternal grandmother, who found fault with everything Mari did. No matter how hard she tried, there was no pleasing the woman. She learned in her late teens it was because her grandmother saw her as a sin, an illegitimate child of fornication.
Mari went to college and graduated as a therapist. Having people sit and tell her their problems helps her ignore her own.
The transition came as a shock to say the least. By the grace of The Scribe Virgin a male vampire happened to be near enough to sense a female in distress and came running to help. He got her through her transition, but as he was actually gay they never had a romantic relationship but still keep in touch as friends, him providing her with blood when she needs it and vice versa.
It has taken Marisol a year to come to terms with what she is. She hasn't met that many others like her. But a sense of unease has guided her and others like her towards the last known city the Brotherhood were known to inhabit.
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Name - Rhage
Age - over 400
Preferred Weapon - His Beast
Personality - He is pretty easy going and doesn't have many buttons to push, preferring to laugh than to take offense. But if you do find his button and push it... even his Brothers know that's a suicidal idea. When he is being serious, you KNOW he means business and would do well to pay attention.
He LOVES food. Seriously he could wipe out a buffet restaurant in one sitting. But he savors everything he eats like it's his last meal.
Brief History - Back when he was a pretrans he made the mistake of pissing off the Scribe Virgin. How did he do this unheard of task? No one knows and no one dares ask. All anyone knows for sure is that Rhage is cursed with a creature tattooed on his back. If he gets angry he transforms into the Beast, devouring everything in his path. The problem is he doesn't know friend from foe when this happens so the only thing his brothers can do is stand back and wait for him to power down. Once he returns to normal he is completely depleted of energy. |
48,630 | 1,308 | 48 | 1,208 | 35,924 | Zsadist wasn't surprised when one of the woman fleed from him. Everyone fleed from him. He was dangerous and unstable. People sensed that. Atleast smart people did. Mari didn't though. She stood there and stared at him. He shifted uncomfortably. He hated when people stared at him. Scaring was rare for the vampire race. It could only occur one of two way. The first was serious wounds before transition. Some of his scars were that kind. But most of his were the second kind. Wounds that had gotten salt into them. Unfortunately he had been badly wounded when he had fallen into the ocean during his rescue.
"Your friend might mean well but he is willing to endanger you. That is not acceptable." Zsadist growled. He didn't like that Mari felt like she had to apology for something that wasn't her fault. Yes she had called her friend. But she had had good intentions. She had wanted to ease the man's worry. Instead of caring about the danger Mari was in her friend had been pissed because she was in the one place no lesser could touch her.
Zsadist flinched when he felt a jolt of electricity. It wasn't until that moment that he realized that Mari was touching him. He looked down where her hand was on his arm and then back up to her blue-gray eyes. "You're touching me." He whispered in shock. He was afraid he would startle her and she would run like everyone else. | Name: Zsadist
Age: 30 (human about 150 vampire)
Preferred Weapon: knife
Personality: Zsadist is very quiet. He sees things that others do not. He can read a situation better then most. He's very violent when threatened. He doesn't like to be touched and tends to keep everyoneat arms length.
Brief Background: Zsadist was kidnapped when he was 6. He was kept as a blood slave until he came of age when his owner started using and selling him for other things. This continued until he was rescued as a young adult. |
48,631 | 1,308 | 49 | 2,670 | 151 | Juni was laying down on the bed relaxing listening to the sound of her horse outside. At least that small piece of home was with her. She felt her throat tight again with that home..her home was gone and so was her father. Anger began to rise she sat up glaring at the wall. Juni never liked to hate anyone and to be honest she want's to be friends with as many people as possible. Yet the feeling of hate that was rising in her heart made her feel sick. Wiping her eyes she takes a deep breath and lets herself relax.
"Think of somethin' good Juni." She mutters. Horses, animals, books...Rhage. The thought of Rhage made her smile just a bit. Despite being a huge big bad ass looking dude. He is very childish and had made losing her Father a lot easier. She looks towards the door half tempted to go and see what he was up too. Juni shook her head."Nah, probably to busy..I wonder if Opal is open for a visit." She says standing up and making her way out of the room. | Name:Juniper Rose
Nicknames:Juni
Age: 21
Personality: Despite having a very Kind and sweet woman she has a tendency to be very quiet and likes being a bit of a loner. Juniper was also very brave and would not hesitate to take a bullet for a family member or a complete and total stranger. Determination has always been the strongest suit for her because of how she was raised by her father. She is also very adventurous always wandering away and being curious about the world around her.
Brief Background: Juniper was raised with just a father. She had been raised to be tougher than she lets on and always be cautious since her mother was killed by a Lesser. Juniper had known what she was but she just continued to just lie life as she saw fit at the time. Her father had a friend who was like a brother to him who had a son. Hoping they would grow to love each other they pushed them to hang out. Juniper and Michelangelo (Or Michel) would learn to love each other as brother and sister not as mates.
They did get into trouble though. Growing up on a farm was one of the most fun things the young and older friends enjoyed. Getting into trouble and running around the farm with their dogs.
When they got older Michel and Juniper had been hanging out when Juniper went into transition. Painful and crying ensued then she blacks out. When she came back the woman gasps when she felt her teeth inside someone that someone being her bestfriend. She cried when she let him go.
Now she is still on the small farm and remains there with Michel as a helper around the farm.
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48,632 | 1,309 | 0 | 1,053 | 926 | Earth - Defense Force Lab 23
Jeene Quark wiped some sweat off her forehead as she worked on what would no doubt be a revolutionary piece of equipment for quite possibly the galaxy. Tools in hand, she had been working on this contraption, along with some other technicians and mechanized helpers. It looked pretty much like a large cylinder, with a door so a person could step into it. It was rather a dull piece of work, gray metal and all but it was the theory and potential use of the machine that was exciting.
"Energy coils installed, power tests can now commence." Beeped a small, circular looking droid that had just emerged from inside the container.
"Alright, and I am almost done on my end." Jeene replied as she fiddled with some circuitry in an open panel on the outside of the device. With a few more modifications she nodded in satisfaction and closed up the panel.
Jeene looked on with pride at her work. The device was an attempt to artificially simulate what only a few special fighters had managed to learn, Instant Transmission. The idea behind this was that one could lock onto another ki signature they could sense and then instantly find themselves in the vicinity of that source. The move was basically instant teleportation and this device would hopefully allow a person to naturally enter this state and teleport over to the source linked back to the teleporter.
Of course there was a problem in located ki sources at any great distance, the goal was to use instant transmission to bounce to other worlds after all, very few fighters had the ability to sense ki at such a distance but the people working on this project had to find a way around it. Their idea had been to create an identical device in another location, harmonize the energy signatures then create an artificial ki signature for the device to lock onto, allow the user to instant transmission themselves to the other location.
The duplicate device had been built on Namek for its first test, now they just had to turn on theirs and the tests would begin.
"Start it up guys!" Jeene grinned as the machine sprang to life, soon they would know if it was working or not.
Earth - The Proving Grounds
The Proving Grounds was the name of a training location for fighters on Earth. Fighters from across the planet came here to prove their metal, and even some from off-world. Various training equipment was available in order to simulate many kinds of fight conditions. At the moment, Rufus Grindstone was gleefully rubbing in his victory against his battered opponent. "Ha, like some rank-amateur could hope to take me down in a fight, even when I'm handicapped with these gravity weights." Rufus pointed toward the rings on his ankles and wrists, which had been used to give him a handicap of five times normal Earth gravity. It had made him a bit sluggish in comparison but his natural physical ability had made up for it. Rufus gripped the front of his human opponent's uniform and raised him into the air.
"Now considering my handicap I think you need to pay up for stacking the odds against me, its only fair." Rufus grinned, his fangs showing off their sharp edges as he humiliated the man. "I think 10,000 Zeni seems a fair price."
"Like hell I will! I never placed a bet." The man tried to argue and was flung to the ground, quickly finding his face being rubbed into the Proving Ground floor by Rufus's foot.
"It would probably be less expensive than the hospital bill you might receive." The werewolf smiled as he ground his face further into the ground. "Think about it, or I might visit you again later." Rufus whispered into his ear, gave a quickly kick to the man's gut which sent him sprawling and walked away before the referees could interfere. Rufus tossed his weights aside and was glad to have full reign over his movements again. "Tch, they just don't learn do they." | Name: Light
Appearance: Light is a 1.65 meter tall pure white humanoid with a skinny neck, overly large head with equally large black/orange eyes (like a majins eyes, just bigger) No nose and a smallish mouth with blue jelly featherlike hair and aquatic looking ears. She had comically large forearms and hand with no visible wrist, wears a white dress with a blue top and blue trim, the front of the dress which is open with a tabard coming from her waist to cover her front. (think lab coat looking tails with a tabard in the front) Her legs end in points with Light having no feet, and her fingers are razor sharp.
Age: '24'
Race: Void Daemon
Gender: Female
Personality: Light enjoys fun and freedom more than anything else, and does what she wants to do. She views things as a game, and has a poor grasp of the severity of situations because of this. While this might make her come off as an airhaed, Light is quite intelligent and uses that perceived notion to her advantage.
Bio: A being from the Void, Light made her way to Earth through a combination of a rogue cult and her interest in the physical plane. Due to her appearance, she could pass herself off as a Majin very easily and started to enjoy the experiences of the physical realm for herself. Of course the fact that she was from the Void causes lots of problems with the physical realm, most notably in the fact she has to constantly be on the move from city to city as if she stays in one place too long, imprints of her body can be found where she was sleeping which irritates quite a few humans.
Aura Color: Void/space black/purple
Preferred Fighting Style: Melee. Light is incapable of using Ki blasts.
Signature Combat Techniques:
-Melee-
Void Shield: Light creates a shield of Void energy around herself, absorbing all energy that hits it. While using this shield Light can't move. Energy absorbed by this shield is used to either replenish Light's own energy or used as a short range explosion.
Void Siphon: Physical contact with Light causes whatever she is touching to slowly lose energy. Energy lost due to damage Light has inflicted is siphoned to her to use. Given long enough contact, this will cause something to eventually fade from existence. Creatures with a tie to the void are immune to this technique.
Reality Step: Light can conjure a void portal to take her between two points in space. The first location is always next to her, the other can be any location that she can sense energy, see, or remember. Others can not interact with the portals, besides overloading them with energy and causing an explosion.
Fusion Punch: Light channels energy into her fist, unleashing a massive surge of Void energy to the next thing she punches. This punch has a slow wind up, but is devastating if it hits.
Shatter Reality: Light's ultimate ability. She shatters reality in an area around her, causing a tear in space that cuts off whoever is caught in it from using magic, and all energy based moves that are not Void based are greatly weakened. Staying in this area for those who are not bound to the Void will slowly drain their vitality. Energy can not be sensed inside this area, and observers will only see darkness. Attempting to leave the arena or enter it causes whoever is entering or leaving to drastically slow down as their essence reconfigures to the presence of reality or lack of.
-Other-
Adaptive Regenerative Essence: Light can regenerate from nearly any injury, even supernatural ones such as being turned into candy. Afterwords Light gains a huge amount of resistance to the last thing that hurt her for a few hours, adapting body appendages or skin textures or whatever she needs to in order to adapt to resisting whatever she was hit with. Light can not adapt to an injury caused by Silver, and injuries caused by Iron have a reduced adaptive resistance, however she can still regenerate from both types of injuries. Obviously regeneration takes a good amount of energy, especially if it was inflicted using Silver or Iron. If Light dies, her essence drifts back into the void to reform instead of going to Otherworld.
Its cool you're trying to make a new race but a few things seem a little off about this character. First of all you make the character be a melee only fighter, but then give her a Void Shield, which completely negates distance fighting with ki blasts, though I suppose they could still at least throw large heavy objects at her. On top of that she has the nasty Void Syphon ability, which makes close combat fighting fairly hazardous and given the fact that enemies can literally 'fade from existence' on top of syphoning energy when even dealing damage to enemies is way too overpowered.
Certain androids had similar abilities, minus the whole 'fade from existence' thing, but even then they were limited in how they could absorb from opponents, such as their absorbers were on their hands only and they had to either grab their opponents or absorb the incoming blast with their hands. Adding on to these rather powerful abilities is Shattered Reality; on its own the Shattered Reality is only a little overpowered, basically making an advantageous environment for the character to fight in, but that in combination with the other abilities makes this bubble of reality super deadly. Basically the character as she is has way too much synergy, also the weaknesses to silver and iron, while interesting do not fit all that well in the dragon ball universe, as only a few characters in the series tend to use weapons. Certainly there are some who use swords, like Trunks, but its not something that occurs that often so the weakness will barely be taken advantage of.
An interesting character but too powerful as is. Its up to you rather you want to try to tone her down or if you just want to scrap and change her to a majin like you said at the start. |
48,633 | 1,309 | 1 | 1,258 | 2,264 | The sun glowed brightly within the sky, its rays distorted by the icy lemonade that was held aloft by the demon who had her feet kicked up in the stands of the The Proving Grounds. She had been watching the fights going on for a few days now, a much better pass time than watching TV in her opinion, after all the fighting was pretty good, not to mention all the ripping muscles and sweat on the fighters on such a sunny day. "Really, I should really save up to buy a place like this!" With a chuckle she brought the glass to her lips to take a big gulp.
However it seemed the show she had been enjoying took a rather annoying turn as one of the competitors decided to try to extort money out of the other... At first she was just thinking of letting it go, after all it seemed like he was leaving, but after he kicked the guy away she suddenly changed her mind. Just because she was a demon did not mean that she was without honor, though higher class demons did normally have a thing about honor in combat.
The ice in her glass clanged against the side as she reached in, using her claw like nails to grab one of the cubes and raise it in front of her. With surprising power she flicked the cube directly towards Rufus, the cube flying through the air right at his head. A wild grin crossing the girls face as she spoke.
"Oi, oi. I don't like having a untidy stage. So move it." | Name: Kira
Appearance:
Age: 19
Race: Demon
Gender: Female
Personality: Kira Loves thrill and enjoyment of battle. She even holds back to make the fight last longer, though a small 'kindness' that she tries to show is stopping a fight if a enemy is too injured to fight back, of course this often follows with mentions of how weak they are and not worth killing. People that can keep up with her and push her to her limits gain a deep respect. Despite all this she does have a sort of moral compass and trying to make her actions mean well, though they often fail in a comical way due to how she is. She does have a deep weakness though, as she uses her magic to change her looks to something more 'demon like' as the alternative is more fluffy... and less intimidating...
Bio: Born to a human farther and a demon mother, Kira has always been distrusted due to what she was. As she aged her anger rose but so did her power level, growing into something far more than her human teachers could control. Even using the magic taught to her by her mother she changed herself into a more intimidating figure by the time she was only 12. However to control their daughter the pair of warrior parents took their child to learn in the demon realm, learning and evolving into what she is today. Though she still holds some dislike of humans she has grown as a person, and has now return just in time to face this new threat, maybe fate?
Aura Color: Crimson Red
Preferred Fighting Style: Balanced - Uses swords within close combat though is not limited to just them.
Signature Combat Techniques:
Bloody Slicer: Channeling her energy into her swords, or something similar, she can either sends out a slice of energy or focus it to greatly enchance the cutting power of the blade. She can also do this with her claw like nails, though of course it is lessened from her former.
Mortal Crusher: Using her powerful muscles Kira grabs the enemy and starts to crush them within her arms.
Intimidating Roar: Letting out a beast like roar Kira can blow away weaker enemies while maybe stunning people on her level, though she is distracted while using the technique.
Oni Bu-ra-su-to: Her main stay beam attack that can be fired from two/one hand or even her mouth.
Death Spike: Using her magic Kira can form a gem like lance that she is able to throw and combine with other techniques. A second stage to this weapon can split and set up a spike like trap after it has impacted, that can be used to her advantage.
Demon Transformation: "Hair of crimson red, skin as white as snow, and tattoos that marked her right to power..." Unleashing her full demon blood, Kira enters a uncontrolled state of power. In this state she looses all the use of her complex Techniques other than Bloody Slicer but in return gains a huge boost the melee capability.
Magic: She is able to use magic, though this is non-combative stuff. |
48,634 | 1,309 | 2 | 2,652 | 225 | Earth - Proving Grounds
Amid the busy toil of martial labor, a young woman walked. Kong Sharong, having only arrived an hour earlier, bided her time self-touring the so-called "training Mecca" of the planet. From the peripheries of plains and outcrops lined with meditating minds, through the inner yards wherein strength and speed were exercised with a list of equipment she could only sparsely name, she made her way towards the ground's more sought after sanctums. She was seen by most of the eyes that saw her, but the sparse greetings she received indicated that hospitality was something foreign to the methods of this stream of warriors; she made few friends off of this understanding, having been rebuked by nearly a dozen patrons for reprimanding their lack of courtesy to exchange a bow. Such silly kids parents raise out here; so blind to decorum.
Sadly, there was no time to fix such problems right away; that would be done in due time anyways. First, I have to earn their eyes and ears.
Passing by a bathhouse, a cacophony of unmistakable ferocity opened her own ears. The sound illuminated to the path before her. Within moments she was looking down a hillside, inlayed by stadium seating, overlooking a plethora of tournament rings. Every last ring, she saw, was already host to a fight. Most seemed fresh, and likely to last a while. She could sense that the bulk of the population was comparable in energy, and by comparison, far from a challenge to her. "Silly. You'll never find anyone just using your eyes." Sharong closed off her eyes, allowing herself to feel the energies about her.
It didn't take very long. In the crowds of lesser warriors, the outliers stuck out like a tree on a grassy plain. She spun ninety degrees to her left and forged her way towards two beings of no ordinary power. A seemingly female human sat in enjoyment between an inhuman looking male and an obviously human male.
The latter of these three was considerably worse for the wear against his more monster-appearing opponent. The young Sharong gasped in fright as the finishing blow was followed up by continued hardship at the hands of his victorious opponent. Breaking into a brief flight, she beelined nearer the the female spectator; seeing an ice cube lobbed through the air by said spectator as she neared, the three-eyed girl diverted her path and intercepted the cube before it reached the ring.
In that spot, she hovered, suckling on the cube until it melted to water in her mouth. "You two..." She started, throwing scolding glances to both the victor in the ring and the spectator. "Is this any way to act in a place of honor?" | Name: Kong Sharong
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species: Triclops/Three-eyed Clan
Appearance
Things to Disregard from Image: Hair; Sharong has a shaven head.
Personality: The sense of pride tends to run through the minds of members of just about every minority race for one reason or another. For Sharong, it is her status as an enlightened warrior, particularly one such who has managed to manifest her third eye, that fuels her sense of self-worth. She carries something of a preacher's diction, envisioning herself as something of a shepherd to the "two-eyed" folks. While no real ill-intention is meant by it, she tends to "kindly" talk down to those that lack the third-eye, even so far as to refer to them as children even when they're much older than she is. Prolonged resistance from those she acts this way towards yields a sort of passive-aggressively abrasive mannerism, emphasized primarily by sarcastic commentary.
On the whole, Kong Sharong is the typical vibrant youth, feeling immortal and ready to take on the world beyond the walls of her home. She's a full-in, no holding back type of person, who will put her whole being and everything she has on the line to carve her path. Motivated towards progress and accomplishment, she takes on any challenge in her way with strength and cunning. In any situation calling for mental or physical application, Sharong is focused to the point of being nearly incapable of falling prey to distractions. In fact, once she starts doing anything, it's difficult to get her to stop, such that anything less than achieving her objective(s) will not suffice as a reason to cease in an action.
Biography: Born in a more isolated reach of the world, Kong Sharong was bred and raised among the reclusive population of a society of dedicated warrior-monks. As one of the members of this temple commune, Sharong was descended from great warriors through history whose training and discipline yielded the physical manifestation of the much sought after third eye; all of the adults within the commune bore this feature. From a young age, her mind and body were put through the rigorous tests of the martial arts. One of the more astute students, Sharong took more quickly than most in her development, reaching proficiency in many techniques at a pace well-ahead of the typical learning curve. Never once straying from her training under this tutelage, she manifested her own third-eye at the fresh age of 18; an achievement that was relatively rare for one so young, usually only happening to one student every generation or two.
In light of her success, she decided to make a pilgrimage to the outside world, to fully test her abilities against others, and possibly learn from other masters. This being a customary practice, the elders of her commune not only approved, but supported her decision. Within days of the decision, Kong Sharong was packed and prepared for the long venture into the world she had never yet seen. With few words, she made her venture, left only with a semi-cryptic piece of advice: to never left her state reach to the darker recesses of her heart.
Aura Color: Light Orange
Preferred Fighting Style: Mixed
Special Techniques:
Melee
Four Witches; a technique by which Sharong forcibly grows a second pair of arms out from her upper back. Though a somewhat painful, and a bit time consuming, it is an agreeably profitable technique for melee combat, allowing a greater versatility for melee combat.
Multiform; the big sister, if you will, of Four Witches, multiform extends the multiplying of mere limbs to the splitting of a whole person into four. This, however, comes at the cost of each clone bearing a quarter of Sharong's power as a single being.
Focused Fist; Sharong concentrates her Ki into her fist, shaping it around the appendages in a manner comparable to releasing a standard Ki blast. Rather than releasing the energy, however, the use Focused Fist will hold that energy in place like a glove of sorts, reinforcing Sharong's physical blows for a short period. At any point before the energy is depleted, she may throw the energy in a blast.
Ki Projectiles
Zidan; a standard Ki exertion concentrated to a higher density, and propelled by a more pronounced kinetic force. Exploiting the greater force exerted against a smaller area upon her target increases the propensity for piercing blows.
Penhuo; simply Zidan applied with a high rate of fire.
Dapao; a charged blast of Ki, usually preceded by Sharong's charging of Ki through an entire arm.
Dapao Weida; the amplified version of Dapao, utilizing a charge of Ki into both of her arms, and releasing them into a single exertion.
Latching Needle; Possibly Sharong's most ingenious technique, she has managed to polarize her Ki in such a manner as to stick to other objects, even other beings. Should she find herself making melee contact with another body, she may choose to leave a small imprint of her own Ki upon the point of contact, and exploit it at a later time. However, the imprints are minuscule on their own, usually amounting to little more than the bee stings of Ki techniques; numerous imprints at pivotal locations is necessary for the technique to hold any weight.
Support Techniques
Heightened Ki Sense; Despite her young age, Sharong is particularly astute in the field of sensing the Ki of others. She's kicked the practice up a notch, having the ability to sense beyond most measures of suppression, thus perceiving the "true" power that others have at their immediate disposal. (*This perception does not prepare her for transformations, hidden potential, or Kaioken-type techniques*).
Flight; Sharong is able to exert her Ki as a propellant, allowing for airborne movement and maneuvering.
Solar Flare; Emits a split-second flash of intense light directed at its target(s), which, more often than not, leaves them momentarily blinded.
I do hope I'm not too late, and that I'm not pushing my luck with any of my techniques, history, etc.; I think most of them are kind of trivial anyways. I'd have avoided including Solar Flare among them, but I had originally had another technique that pretty much served to the same purpose (IE distraction-making). That being said, the techniques that I've crossed out are pretty much just amp-ups to the ones above them that I intend to have Sharong come to later on. If I need to save any other things for later, just let me know. |
48,635 | 1,309 | 3 | 2,654 | 2,774 | Agent M watched the matches between the fighters at The Proving Grounds and he wasn't too impressed with what he saw. These warriors were more like children play fighting, not real warriors. He especially was annoyed Rufus Grindstone's disgusting display of poor sportsmanship and he wanted to break the fighter's face. Apparently he wasn't the only one who had been annoyed by the creature's display. Agent M got up from where he was sitting and walked over to the werewolf.
He didn't like this creature and would gladly like the chance to beat the crap out of him, but he kept a completely straight face and his sunglasses concealed his eyes. Agent M had read and seen enough to know that arrogant fighters never lasted too long and this punk needed to be taught a lesson if he was going act like a child. Agent M had spent most of his life training with the Men in Black and learned to be powerful and smart, but now he had to watch these undisciplined punks stroke their huge egos.
"If you want to seem weaker than everyone else here then please keep talking, otherwise put a muzzle on that mouth of yours Mutt," he said to Rufus Grindstone in a calm voice. He knew that provoking an enemy was not a good idea, but he wanted to let this fleabag know that he wouldn't back down from teaching a dog some manners. | Name: Agent M
Appearance:
He stands at six feet and three inches tall. His body is very athletically built and he wears a black fedora hat and a smart suit, which are all the common dress code of the men in black
Age: Unknown, but looks to be in his early thirties.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Personality: Agent M is very loyal to the Men in Black organization and will follow their orders with almost no problem whatsoever. He is very brave and doesn't fear death. He is incredible tenacious and will never go down without a fight. He has no qualms killing if he deems it necessary. Agent M is incredibly smart and even though he is extremely powerful he prefers to use strategy over just brute strnegth, brute strnegth makes more dead men than victorious ones. Finally he is willing fight for what he believes in and he sticks to his guns even in the face of horrible danger.
Bio: Agent M's past before he became a member of the Men in Black is kept a secret, but what is known is that of their many agents he was one of the best. The Men in Black was an organization that was created as a defense against alien threats and to protect earth by any means necessary. They tried to create superhumans with the energy capabilities to go up against powerful aliens and defeat them. How they accomplished this was by collecting the DNA of incredibly powerful aliens and replicating the genetic code that gave the race its great powers and turned it into a formula that would give a human this power.
But there was a side-effect, only a small number of test subject's bodies would take the serum without suffering terrible sickness and possibly dying. Agent M was one of the lucky ones and after passes the test, he was put into intense training in fighting and increased gravity to build up his physical body. Once he got to a certain age Agent M was sent out to protect the world from all threats no matter how violent they are.
Aura Color: Black
Preferred Fighting Style: His fighting style is very balanced.
Signature Combat Techniques:
Magic Materialization: He uses this technique to create his guns and boomerangs
Gun Blast: He can charge up energy in his firearms and fire off powerful blast of energy at his opponents.
Black Hammer: Agent M charges up black energy in his fist and he slams against his opponents and the force of the blow send them flying for hundreds of feet. This technique can be used to smash through solid stone and blow apart metal.
Boomerang Bomb: By charging up a boomerang with explosive energy Agent M can toss the weapon and when it hits his opponent then it explodes.
Eraser Cannon: Agent M uses his energy to create an extremely powerful beam of black energy. This is basically his version of the Kamehameha wave.
Bullet Fists: He hits his opponents with insanely fast punches and tries to pound them into the ground with an onslaught of punches.
Telekinesis: He can move stuff with his mind and use this power to hit his enemies with a powerful blast of force. |
48,636 | 1,309 | 4 | 1,053 | 926 | Earth - Proving Grounds
Rufus caught movement in the corner of his eye and when he turned to see the offending icecube another person intercepted the makeshift missile. The newcomer was a rather remarkable young-woman with three eyes, which was quite uncommon, and sucked on the ice-cube to dissolve it in her mouth. He also quickly noticed the annoyed individual from the spectator seats, another woman who no doubt found his behavior rather unbecoming.
"You two...Is this any way to act in a place of honor?" The ice-cube snatcher asked, Rufus also heard the other woman say how he was eyesore but he was not about to try two conversations at once.
"Keh, a place of honor my foot. This place was built to cultivate the strong, not pamper some fools who don't know their place." Rufus glared over at his previous opponent who at this time was being quickly whisked away for treatment. The guy wouldn't show up to pay the debt, probably just run away in fear; which had been his intention in the first place. Certain people would not take the hint without some sort of threat placed against them, and if he had actually paid, well he'd just beat him up again and tell him to get lost.
"Which is no doubt the reason you-" He was going to say more like how she was here to prove her metal or something when an annoying, and rather large, human showed up. He was very well-built and tall, even in werewolf form Rufus was still smaller then this man in black. He was also a very annoying human.
"If you want to seem weaker than everyone else here then please keep talking, otherwise put a muzzle on that mouth of yours Mutt," he said, marking the man for a beating sooner or later.
"Pretty smart-mouthed for a human." Rufus smirked, and made a great show of baring his teeth and licking his claws with his long-pink tongue. "I would love to show you true power by ripping out your throat; however..." Rufus growled a bit and looked around, "I've drawn to much attention to myself because of all your antics. Tch, guess I'll have to stop for the day." While he wanted nothing more than to bully the man into submission, Rufus was a jerk to be sure, but not stupid; he still wanted to be able to fight in the Proving Grounds after all.
A male enforcer Android, one of Earth's newest defenses and rather strong tournament judges, had shown up where the small group was. "Rufus Grindstone, your actions in the last match were uncalled for and you have managed to make the spectators attack you. You shall be suspended for a week before you are allowed back on the floor, please come with me."
"Fine, but keep your metal hands off me." Rufus glared at the android, who was of course rather unimpressed and started to walk along with the enforcer off the grounds. "Keh, I'll fight all of you guys later and teach you some respect!" As he walked Rufus changed, becoming smaller and decidedly less hairy until he was fully human. "You'll be begg-Off, tch fine I'll shut up." He was going to say 'begging for mercy' but the android had enough of his bluster and delivered a crushing blow to his stomach, almost making him bend over from the impact. So in a less than gracious manner he was hauled off.
Earth - Defense Force Lab 23
The machine sprung to life and even on was rather...unremarkable to work at. The machine hummed, all the parts working as they were suppose to and the artificially ki switch had been turned on. It was a rather interesting sensation to feel the fake ki signature, it was familiar yet wholly unnatural and had the unique ability to essentially 'throw' its ki signature toward the duplicate device on Namek which in turn did the same.
"All Systems Green I see, quite good." Jeene grinned as she looked on her technical pad which showed all the different parts of the machine in green, indicated everything was working properly. "Alright, lets give the signal to our boys on Namek to send one of them over. Time to see if this baby of mine works!" With a tap on the screen, the message was sent. She waited for a moment, then there was a flash of light inside the machine.
Quickly she skipped over to the Ki transmitter and opened the door, what she saw was not at all what she was expecting. "What on Earth is this!" Instead of finding a tech person from Namek inside, what instead greeted her was an alien she had not encountered before. A rather frog-like individual inhabited the teleporter, with large eyes and even what appeared to be gills on its neck. While the appearance of the being was shocking, it was the state the being was in that was more so. The alien was missing its right arm, his left was intact and the webbed hand was in a position on its forehead, two fingers, the sign of instant transmission. Blood was spewing from where the arm had been and massive bruises were everywhere on the creature's body, at this rate it was not going to last long.
"Get me an emergency aid kit, call the lab doctor, and get me some help here now!" Jeene ordered her robotic companions who quickly hurried to comply.
"The-ugh, Ki-signal allowed me to get away...huh to think it was actually an artificially source." The creature then coughed up some blood as Jeene tried to get it to calm down before it bled to death.
"Be quite and stay still or you won't make it before help arrives." A robot returned with the emergency kit and she quickly started to apply bandages and compresses to everywhere she could to try and stop the bleeding. As she worked, she made note that apparently her device acted as a Ki beacon as well to instant transmission users even from...wherever this creature was from.
"I don't have long to live," Jeene tried to get him to stop talking but the being just shook its head. "No you have a need to know, I thought we would be safe after the death of that tyrant Freiza, but to think his connections were so brutal. They'll stop at nothing to take back what was sold to them! Yes, my planet was one of Freizas, sold on the market to the highest bidder, guess they came to collect." The creature started to cough some more and Jeene was quickly finding her first-aid was not stopping the flow of blood quickly enough, there was little doubt he wouldn't make it even if help arrived that instant but the medical personel were at least 3 minutes away.
"Well maybe now you'll have a chance..."
Jeene kept trying to save him but the aliens ki was falling rapidly and soon would be gone, "At least give me a name..." She felt she had to ask before he passed away.
"Yusi Throsa...come to think of it your form...could this be Earth?" There seemed to be a glimmer of hope in Yusi's fading voice.
"Yes..."
"Well just maybe we can all be saved then..." With that said, Yusi's eyes clouded over, and his body fell lifeless in Jeene's arms.
Another flash of light appeared as one of the personel from Namek managed to use the device to cross over to the other side and said, at first enthusiastically. "Yes we did it! We can-What the Crap is going on here!" The voice turned from enthusiasm to terror at the bloody mess in the teleporter.
Jeene thought for a moment before gently laying down the body, "I don't know, but quite possibly everyone in this Galaxy is in danger." | Name: Light
Appearance: Light is a 1.65 meter tall pure white humanoid with a skinny neck, overly large head with equally large black/orange eyes (like a majins eyes, just bigger) No nose and a smallish mouth with blue jelly featherlike hair and aquatic looking ears. She had comically large forearms and hand with no visible wrist, wears a white dress with a blue top and blue trim, the front of the dress which is open with a tabard coming from her waist to cover her front. (think lab coat looking tails with a tabard in the front) Her legs end in points with Light having no feet, and her fingers are razor sharp.
Age: '24'
Race: Void Daemon
Gender: Female
Personality: Light enjoys fun and freedom more than anything else, and does what she wants to do. She views things as a game, and has a poor grasp of the severity of situations because of this. While this might make her come off as an airhaed, Light is quite intelligent and uses that perceived notion to her advantage.
Bio: A being from the Void, Light made her way to Earth through a combination of a rogue cult and her interest in the physical plane. Due to her appearance, she could pass herself off as a Majin very easily and started to enjoy the experiences of the physical realm for herself. Of course the fact that she was from the Void causes lots of problems with the physical realm, most notably in the fact she has to constantly be on the move from city to city as if she stays in one place too long, imprints of her body can be found where she was sleeping which irritates quite a few humans.
Aura Color: Void/space black/purple
Preferred Fighting Style: Melee. Light is incapable of using Ki blasts.
Signature Combat Techniques:
-Melee-
Void Shield: Light creates a shield of Void energy around herself, absorbing all energy that hits it. While using this shield Light can't move. Energy absorbed by this shield is used to either replenish Light's own energy or used as a short range explosion.
Void Siphon: Physical contact with Light causes whatever she is touching to slowly lose energy. Energy lost due to damage Light has inflicted is siphoned to her to use. Given long enough contact, this will cause something to eventually fade from existence. Creatures with a tie to the void are immune to this technique.
Reality Step: Light can conjure a void portal to take her between two points in space. The first location is always next to her, the other can be any location that she can sense energy, see, or remember. Others can not interact with the portals, besides overloading them with energy and causing an explosion.
Fusion Punch: Light channels energy into her fist, unleashing a massive surge of Void energy to the next thing she punches. This punch has a slow wind up, but is devastating if it hits.
Shatter Reality: Light's ultimate ability. She shatters reality in an area around her, causing a tear in space that cuts off whoever is caught in it from using magic, and all energy based moves that are not Void based are greatly weakened. Staying in this area for those who are not bound to the Void will slowly drain their vitality. Energy can not be sensed inside this area, and observers will only see darkness. Attempting to leave the arena or enter it causes whoever is entering or leaving to drastically slow down as their essence reconfigures to the presence of reality or lack of.
-Other-
Adaptive Regenerative Essence: Light can regenerate from nearly any injury, even supernatural ones such as being turned into candy. Afterwords Light gains a huge amount of resistance to the last thing that hurt her for a few hours, adapting body appendages or skin textures or whatever she needs to in order to adapt to resisting whatever she was hit with. Light can not adapt to an injury caused by Silver, and injuries caused by Iron have a reduced adaptive resistance, however she can still regenerate from both types of injuries. Obviously regeneration takes a good amount of energy, especially if it was inflicted using Silver or Iron. If Light dies, her essence drifts back into the void to reform instead of going to Otherworld.
Its cool you're trying to make a new race but a few things seem a little off about this character. First of all you make the character be a melee only fighter, but then give her a Void Shield, which completely negates distance fighting with ki blasts, though I suppose they could still at least throw large heavy objects at her. On top of that she has the nasty Void Syphon ability, which makes close combat fighting fairly hazardous and given the fact that enemies can literally 'fade from existence' on top of syphoning energy when even dealing damage to enemies is way too overpowered.
Certain androids had similar abilities, minus the whole 'fade from existence' thing, but even then they were limited in how they could absorb from opponents, such as their absorbers were on their hands only and they had to either grab their opponents or absorb the incoming blast with their hands. Adding on to these rather powerful abilities is Shattered Reality; on its own the Shattered Reality is only a little overpowered, basically making an advantageous environment for the character to fight in, but that in combination with the other abilities makes this bubble of reality super deadly. Basically the character as she is has way too much synergy, also the weaknesses to silver and iron, while interesting do not fit all that well in the dragon ball universe, as only a few characters in the series tend to use weapons. Certainly there are some who use swords, like Trunks, but its not something that occurs that often so the weakness will barely be taken advantage of.
An interesting character but too powerful as is. Its up to you rather you want to try to tone her down or if you just want to scrap and change her to a majin like you said at the start. |
48,637 | 1,309 | 5 | 1,258 | 2,264 | Kira looked confused by the people interfering in her little jeer, causing her to lean back and sigh, all she wanted to do was tease him a little but it turned into some kind of mob ruling. Well she guessed these people did not have the same grade of honor that she held between fighters, though that did not matter much. "Tech, I guess there is nothing else to see here." She commented before finishing off her drink, placing the glass down on the wall of the arena, not really caring for cleaning up after herself.
Grabbing her swords she started to make her way out of the stands and down to the inside where she could grab something to eat before she headed back home. Watching the many fights going back and forth from the stands to the arena floor was impressive, but that was the age they lived in where many had wished to better themselves. Heck humanity had even designed robots that were just as powerful as most fighters, which was impressive to say the least. She did see a few demons around like her but like most places they were few and far between, not many trusted their kind, and to be fair with good reason. She did take a good look around for that guy from before, even if it was just to play with him a little more. | Name: Kira
Appearance:
Age: 19
Race: Demon
Gender: Female
Personality: Kira Loves thrill and enjoyment of battle. She even holds back to make the fight last longer, though a small 'kindness' that she tries to show is stopping a fight if a enemy is too injured to fight back, of course this often follows with mentions of how weak they are and not worth killing. People that can keep up with her and push her to her limits gain a deep respect. Despite all this she does have a sort of moral compass and trying to make her actions mean well, though they often fail in a comical way due to how she is. She does have a deep weakness though, as she uses her magic to change her looks to something more 'demon like' as the alternative is more fluffy... and less intimidating...
Bio: Born to a human farther and a demon mother, Kira has always been distrusted due to what she was. As she aged her anger rose but so did her power level, growing into something far more than her human teachers could control. Even using the magic taught to her by her mother she changed herself into a more intimidating figure by the time she was only 12. However to control their daughter the pair of warrior parents took their child to learn in the demon realm, learning and evolving into what she is today. Though she still holds some dislike of humans she has grown as a person, and has now return just in time to face this new threat, maybe fate?
Aura Color: Crimson Red
Preferred Fighting Style: Balanced - Uses swords within close combat though is not limited to just them.
Signature Combat Techniques:
Bloody Slicer: Channeling her energy into her swords, or something similar, she can either sends out a slice of energy or focus it to greatly enchance the cutting power of the blade. She can also do this with her claw like nails, though of course it is lessened from her former.
Mortal Crusher: Using her powerful muscles Kira grabs the enemy and starts to crush them within her arms.
Intimidating Roar: Letting out a beast like roar Kira can blow away weaker enemies while maybe stunning people on her level, though she is distracted while using the technique.
Oni Bu-ra-su-to: Her main stay beam attack that can be fired from two/one hand or even her mouth.
Death Spike: Using her magic Kira can form a gem like lance that she is able to throw and combine with other techniques. A second stage to this weapon can split and set up a spike like trap after it has impacted, that can be used to her advantage.
Demon Transformation: "Hair of crimson red, skin as white as snow, and tattoos that marked her right to power..." Unleashing her full demon blood, Kira enters a uncontrolled state of power. In this state she looses all the use of her complex Techniques other than Bloody Slicer but in return gains a huge boost the melee capability.
Magic: She is able to use magic, though this is non-combative stuff. |
48,638 | 1,309 | 6 | 1,053 | 926 | The incident at the Lab had the Earth Defense Force in a tizzy once they learned about it. Amazingly it did not take too long for them to come to a decision. The threat was unknown and they needed to figure out what it was as soon as possible. Also the threat had to be quite dangerous so they could not just send anyway, they did not want to send their own elite forces either in case Earth ever came under attack but there was a ready solution available to them. The Planet Council quickly reached an agreement and sent instructions to The Proving Grounds headquarters, it was time to get some strong fights out in the field.
The Proving Grounds
As Rufus was about to leave the premises a voice came over the speaker. "Attention attention, to all of those in the Proving Grounds. All combat will be suspended as a tournament is organized. This tournament is of vital importance, hence the need to shut down all other fighting and will take first priority. It has come to the Earth Defense Force's attention that an unknown threat is terrorizing worlds and it is quite possible Earth may be a target as well." At first the people had just been mildly surprised by the impromptu announcement but once they heard about a threat suddenly everyone was in an uproar.
Earth had been close to destruction, or even been destroyed, before and news of a new impending threat quickly brought a lot of different emotions to the forefront. Some were quite scared that Earth could once again be invaded, though the Androids helped alleviate the fear somewhat. Others got riled up by the prospect and wanted to do some alien butt-kicking as soon as possible. Each person reacted quite different to the sudden proclamation.
"The Force needs a task force to locate and identify the threat. This tournament is to determine who is most worthy to fight the threat and relay information back to Earth. Strong fighters are needed and we could think of no better location to find those capable to stopping this threat. Sign up for the tournament and help protect Earth!" The officials were very quickly spurred into action, stopping fights and preparing the grounds for the sudden tournament. Rufus looked at his escort.
"Hey, I want to sign up for this tournament. Now before you object I have every blasted right to help protect Earth. I think you know very well that the Earth Defense Force's request trumpets over any little rules this place has." Rufus could not help but sneer as he knew he was right. The android looked at him stoicly and had no choice but to agree.
"Your objected is noted and I cannot stop you from Earth Defense Force business. Still remember as soon as it is over the rules are in effect and you must leave." By this time Rufus had already started heading back in and gave a nonchalant wave back to the enforcer.
"Ya ya, I get it tin man, just leave the alien slaying to this werewolf here!" Rufus cracked his knuckles and made it back inside.
Jeene Quark
"Man I can't believe they kicked me out of the lab," Jeene wined a bit as she drove a hover car over toward the proving grounds. She had wanted to stay and work some more but they had insisted until the lab was disinfected and cleaned up no more work could be done. They had also insisted that she join the tournament to decide who would leave Earth to locate the threat. She had argued that she preferred to make things but that argument was over ridden as they argued that an engineer that could fight would prove to be a real asset to any such team. There was also the fact that well, for some reason she was quite strong for a human and good fighters could be hard to come by. In any event, she had been forced to leave, even though she had volunteered to help clean up.
Jeene flew through the air toward the Proving Grounds, which was large and state of the art to accommodate strong fighters. Thankfully Jeene did not need to find a parking space thanks to handy capsule technology. Jumping out of the car she put it in capsule form and tucked it away. "Well I'm here now...guess I need to make the most of it." She entered and quickly found her way toward registration. | Name: Light
Appearance: Light is a 1.65 meter tall pure white humanoid with a skinny neck, overly large head with equally large black/orange eyes (like a majins eyes, just bigger) No nose and a smallish mouth with blue jelly featherlike hair and aquatic looking ears. She had comically large forearms and hand with no visible wrist, wears a white dress with a blue top and blue trim, the front of the dress which is open with a tabard coming from her waist to cover her front. (think lab coat looking tails with a tabard in the front) Her legs end in points with Light having no feet, and her fingers are razor sharp.
Age: '24'
Race: Void Daemon
Gender: Female
Personality: Light enjoys fun and freedom more than anything else, and does what she wants to do. She views things as a game, and has a poor grasp of the severity of situations because of this. While this might make her come off as an airhaed, Light is quite intelligent and uses that perceived notion to her advantage.
Bio: A being from the Void, Light made her way to Earth through a combination of a rogue cult and her interest in the physical plane. Due to her appearance, she could pass herself off as a Majin very easily and started to enjoy the experiences of the physical realm for herself. Of course the fact that she was from the Void causes lots of problems with the physical realm, most notably in the fact she has to constantly be on the move from city to city as if she stays in one place too long, imprints of her body can be found where she was sleeping which irritates quite a few humans.
Aura Color: Void/space black/purple
Preferred Fighting Style: Melee. Light is incapable of using Ki blasts.
Signature Combat Techniques:
-Melee-
Void Shield: Light creates a shield of Void energy around herself, absorbing all energy that hits it. While using this shield Light can't move. Energy absorbed by this shield is used to either replenish Light's own energy or used as a short range explosion.
Void Siphon: Physical contact with Light causes whatever she is touching to slowly lose energy. Energy lost due to damage Light has inflicted is siphoned to her to use. Given long enough contact, this will cause something to eventually fade from existence. Creatures with a tie to the void are immune to this technique.
Reality Step: Light can conjure a void portal to take her between two points in space. The first location is always next to her, the other can be any location that she can sense energy, see, or remember. Others can not interact with the portals, besides overloading them with energy and causing an explosion.
Fusion Punch: Light channels energy into her fist, unleashing a massive surge of Void energy to the next thing she punches. This punch has a slow wind up, but is devastating if it hits.
Shatter Reality: Light's ultimate ability. She shatters reality in an area around her, causing a tear in space that cuts off whoever is caught in it from using magic, and all energy based moves that are not Void based are greatly weakened. Staying in this area for those who are not bound to the Void will slowly drain their vitality. Energy can not be sensed inside this area, and observers will only see darkness. Attempting to leave the arena or enter it causes whoever is entering or leaving to drastically slow down as their essence reconfigures to the presence of reality or lack of.
-Other-
Adaptive Regenerative Essence: Light can regenerate from nearly any injury, even supernatural ones such as being turned into candy. Afterwords Light gains a huge amount of resistance to the last thing that hurt her for a few hours, adapting body appendages or skin textures or whatever she needs to in order to adapt to resisting whatever she was hit with. Light can not adapt to an injury caused by Silver, and injuries caused by Iron have a reduced adaptive resistance, however she can still regenerate from both types of injuries. Obviously regeneration takes a good amount of energy, especially if it was inflicted using Silver or Iron. If Light dies, her essence drifts back into the void to reform instead of going to Otherworld.
Its cool you're trying to make a new race but a few things seem a little off about this character. First of all you make the character be a melee only fighter, but then give her a Void Shield, which completely negates distance fighting with ki blasts, though I suppose they could still at least throw large heavy objects at her. On top of that she has the nasty Void Syphon ability, which makes close combat fighting fairly hazardous and given the fact that enemies can literally 'fade from existence' on top of syphoning energy when even dealing damage to enemies is way too overpowered.
Certain androids had similar abilities, minus the whole 'fade from existence' thing, but even then they were limited in how they could absorb from opponents, such as their absorbers were on their hands only and they had to either grab their opponents or absorb the incoming blast with their hands. Adding on to these rather powerful abilities is Shattered Reality; on its own the Shattered Reality is only a little overpowered, basically making an advantageous environment for the character to fight in, but that in combination with the other abilities makes this bubble of reality super deadly. Basically the character as she is has way too much synergy, also the weaknesses to silver and iron, while interesting do not fit all that well in the dragon ball universe, as only a few characters in the series tend to use weapons. Certainly there are some who use swords, like Trunks, but its not something that occurs that often so the weakness will barely be taken advantage of.
An interesting character but too powerful as is. Its up to you rather you want to try to tone her down or if you just want to scrap and change her to a majin like you said at the start. |
48,639 | 1,309 | 7 | 2,051 | 204 | Neris had arrived late to the scene, calmly strolling down a narrow pathway that led outside of the Proving Grounds. Around he looked, his eyes squinting at the blazing sun in the distance, its rays beating down on the fighters below. Here he would observe pathetic fighters from across the world try to prove themselves, and have fun engaging in a brawl himself. No information was given to him prior to the start up of the tournament other than a few words overheard by various other people. At last Neris' head set straight before an instant transmission took place, causing his body to appear as if it was disintegrating on the spot as he quickly moved towards the action.
Upon arrival, Neris scanned the crowd, his keen eyes moving quickly across each individual amongst the general area. Quickly he noticed one contestant in particular holding up a beaten opponent making an example out of him. A small laugh came out from the pits of his body.
"Heh'".. the balls of his subhuman feet scuffed along the top walls of the stadium's structure. Fool.
A few odd looking figures were on the field now, and it appeared as if one was talking to the other, but neither of them looked like they belonged to the organization of these stadium grounds. In fact, Neris thought they were arguing. Sigh. A feud has probably broken out over the dishonorably and unsportsmanlike actions which the first fighter he seen has taken.
"Better off ending his existence." Referring to the bested man, sticking out like a blemish on a pubescent human. A few heads diverted to Neris, but he gave them nothing more than a glance, his red eyes seeming as if they gave off their own glow, and unknown aura, but not quite.
Out of boredom, Neris was prepared to leave, but all of the sudden heard a voice emit from the loud speakers. Whoever it was, assumingly an instructor of the event had ordered for all combat to cease at once on the grounds of an unidentified invasion of nearby planetary worlds. This tournament just became slightly more interesting. What could it be? No, did it matter? Neris had been waiting for a circumstance that challenged him, he had not been entertained for quite some time now. His only chance to do so would be signing up, which took effort, and really was not Neris' style. Whatever. He shrugged, taking a slow pace forward which caused him to immediately move off the spot, speeding down past the crowd and onto the stadium grounds where Neris then began to move inside. | NERIS
Age: 784 (Biologically).
38. (Closest estimate physically).
Race: ½ Namekian, ½ Cyborg.
Gender: Male.
Personality: Though usually quite calm focused, Neris tends to be quite a laid back individual with a carefree attitude which may sometimes cause him to appear as arrogant or lazy. Adding onto that, Neris tends to be quite independent and self-confident; doesn't like to work with other people, but may if he believes that it will work in his favor. His thoughts lay somewhere almost sadistic, giving him enjoyment for things like death and destruction, and just doing things as he pleases. Not to be confused with a baby who gets everything that he wants, as Neris has experienced denial on multiple occasions, but this does not stop him from going at things head on. Years of doing so have gave him the skills of accurate decisions with very little timing. Quick thinking is a trait Neris obtains, allowing him to act fast in the heat of a situation. Some have pegged him as bipolar, seeing how from one moment Neris can be so collected, by the next he comes off as blood thirsty. This is part of his manifesting from negative occurrences. It's as if Neris feeds off of this negativity, which is what gives him the enjoyment for certain terrible things.
Bio: As far as heritage goes, that is all unknown to Neris. He did not share the love most would with their family, though his ideals were far off from that anyway. In a world where a rumors of a growing threat was coming, Neris wasn't just about to let that smash him down. Never did he have a trainer, and at very young age he began going against his limits. Neris wanted to be the master in all aspects. Relying on one thing was the way to be killed, so in every way he could, Neris started working up his power level to obtain all that he could, and so it rose quickly. Al though he fought for his own ideals, these could be considered ignorant, which introduced him into thievery, and doing whatever he wanted to. Neris believes in strong will, one that can conquer anything. Through his process of slowly evolving into something more evil than he was, he corrupted himself, and there was no one there to change him back. Anyone by his side during this long span was quickly disregarded when he was finished with them. As of now, Neris mainly travels the universe, still waiting for the ongoing threat to soon burst, doing what he pleases, and seeing what he can.
Aura Color: Neon Orange.
Preferred Fighting Style: Balanced.
Signature Combat Techniques:
Telekinesis: The ability to move objects regardless of the mass with his brain power, and manipulate their movement with his mind.
Kamehameha: A focus of Ki in the palm of the hands to release a pressurized energy that fires a beam with large scale damage capabilities.
Destructo Disc: An ability that allows the user to create a razor sharp disk of Ki, traveling at high speeds for immense cutting power, but tends to lack accuracy.
Masenko: Also similar to both Galick Gun and Kamehameha, but of a lower scale, mostly used in defense opportunities. The user fires a large blast of energy out from their palms, typically to block another Ki blast.
Photon Bomber: Charges up an energy sphere in his hand before firing a large, circular blast of Ki at an enemy to inflict large explosive damage.
Wolf Fang Fist: This technique involves a combo attack of both clawing and smacking your opponent in rapid succession, then giving your opponent a final strike, knocking them back to mimic that of a wolf.
Dragonthrow: This technique is when the user grabs someone by their feet, leg, arms, or antenna, and begins to make a spiraling motion above their head with the rest of their body. After momentum is built and speed has reached maximum potential, the victim is let loose and sent flying in any random direction at high speeds for maximum damage.
Dragon Fist: An incredibly fast punch with a devastating force. The user launches himself straight forward to an opponent at high speeds with his arm out straight towards their chest. Impact will likely cause a breakthrough of the mid section, tearing a wound straight through the chest of the target.
Mach Kick: A series of rapid kicks in quick succession rained on top of a target. This multiple kicking process is for a fast, and powerful striking technique.
Perfect Barrier: Aura exiting the body rapidly can form a large sphere that acts as an energy shield around the user. This is capable of fending off large attacks unscatched in the process. Neris may release this energy at once, causing a Ki blast in all directions to knock over his opponent, and/or catch them off guard. |
48,640 | 1,309 | 8 | 434 | 972 | Attention attention, to all of those in the Proving Grounds. All combat will be suspended as a tournament is organized. This tournament is of vital importance, hence the need to shut down all other fighting and will take first priority. It has come to the Earth Defense Force's attention that an unknown threat is terrorizing worlds and it is quite possible Earth may be a target as well.
Android 26 looked up from the magazine that he was reading as he heard the announcement echo across the proving ground. He sighed heavily as he placed the magazine down. He enjoyed reading up on the newest technology to come out of capsule corp and he didn't really like being interrupted.
"The Force needs a task force to locate and identify the threat. This tournament is to determine who is most worthy to fight the threat and relay information back to Earth. Strong fighters are needed and we could think of no better location to find those capable to stopping this threat. Sign up for the tournament and help protect Earth!"
Android 26 thought for a moment. He knew that as an Android he had immense power and he knew that with that power he would be expected to help. He was loath to trust most of the people he had encountered. Often when he went out in public he attracted more attention that he was comfortable with and since he was an Android people expected him to fight with no thought to his own safety. They thought he was nothing more then a weapon.
But still, not everyone treated him as a weapon, a few people he had met seemed to accept him for what he was. He looked over at the entrance to the proving ground and smiled for a moment as he headed for the entrance.
He looked around and spoke in a loud voice that he hoped would be heard.
"I wish to join the tournament. Where do I sign up?" He asked. | Name: Android 26
Appearance: Android 26 stands at around 6'7 and has long silver hair that goes down to his shoulder. His eyes are light blue and he looks similar in build to Android 16. His current clothing is a black Capsule Corp jacket with blue jeans and black combat boots.
Age: Unknown
Race: Prototype Tactical Android
Gender: Male
Personality: Although he was designed mostly for combat, Android 26 has a surprisingly gentle personality and is reluctant to fight unless there is a need to. He is extremely interested in the latest advances in technology and often finds himself examining new technology. He isn't a big fan of the outdoors in general.
Bio: Created around ten years ago by Capsule Corp, Android 26 was designed mostly for combat and was programmed for nearly any problem that could be thrown at the planet. Capsule Corp had records of many of the previous threats that the planet faced such as the Sayians, Frieza's race and various others. Android 26 was designed to recognize weaknesses in the fighting style of his opponents although this feature has been acting up since it was first activated. A rather unique prototype feature of Android 26 is that when he is badly damaged he can draw power from the surrounding area and increase his own power level. This feature has not been activated since 26 himself was activated and is largely untested. Since he has been activated he has mostly kept to himself but he can be seen walking around various electronic shops every so often.
Aura Color: Silver
Preferred Fighting Style: Balanced
Signature Combat Techniques:
Ranged Attacks
Energy Blast ((Self explanatory))
Rapid Energy Blast ((Android 26 fires a rapid barrage of Energy blasts at a target to attempt to overwhelm them or to obstruct their vision so he can hit them with another, stronger attack.))
Energy Beam ((Fires a beam of pure energy at a target, not the most usable attack since a target either has to be unaware of his presence or has to be pinned down for it to be practical.))
Energy Wave ((Android 26 unleashes a massive wave of energy that rapidly expands as it moves across the landscape.))
Final Barrage: ((Android 26 uses this as a bit of a last resort attack since it drains a significant amount of energy. He gets in close to his opponent and unleashes a massive barrage of energy blasts.))
Melee Attacks
Crushing strike ((Android 26 punches an opponent towards the ground and slams into them at high speed a second before they make impact which increases the amount of force.))
Crusher Barrage (( Similar to the Crushing Strike, Android 26 grabs an opponent and slams them repeatedly into a mountain or whatever else is handy and proceeds to hit them with everything he has once they dazed or off-guard.)) |
48,641 | 1,309 | 9 | 1,053 | 926 | Those wishing to join the tournament please proceed directly to the stadium grounds. Upon entering you will automatically be entered into the tournament. For those who have never registered for the Proving Grounds before, an official will show up and register you. Anyone not joining The voice said over the speakers said, explaining what the participants should do. The Proving Grounds operated on a very advanced system for who used the facilities. No one was allowed to join in the fights until they were registered in the system which used a neat ki tag system. Like a fingerprint, ki signatures are all unique and this system worked on that principle to track who entered tournaments and used the facilities in the proving grounds.
"Keh, well ain't that convenient. Rufus chuckled as he made his way to the location all the fighters were now congregating. "If I'm lucky maybe I'll be matched up with some of those annoying punks and I can teach them who the real fighter is." As Rufus was getting riled up and ready to rumble, Jeene was having quite the opposite reaction.
Jeene by this point had already registered, having never been to the Proving Grounds as a contestant before. It had been a very quick and painless process, all that was needed was a small sample of her Ki and the rest was paperwork. Of course, now that she was all registered she really had no choice but to enter. "Man, I really don't feel like doing this. I'd much rather be tinkering away making things. Well I need to make the most of it." | Name: Light
Appearance: Light is a 1.65 meter tall pure white humanoid with a skinny neck, overly large head with equally large black/orange eyes (like a majins eyes, just bigger) No nose and a smallish mouth with blue jelly featherlike hair and aquatic looking ears. She had comically large forearms and hand with no visible wrist, wears a white dress with a blue top and blue trim, the front of the dress which is open with a tabard coming from her waist to cover her front. (think lab coat looking tails with a tabard in the front) Her legs end in points with Light having no feet, and her fingers are razor sharp.
Age: '24'
Race: Void Daemon
Gender: Female
Personality: Light enjoys fun and freedom more than anything else, and does what she wants to do. She views things as a game, and has a poor grasp of the severity of situations because of this. While this might make her come off as an airhaed, Light is quite intelligent and uses that perceived notion to her advantage.
Bio: A being from the Void, Light made her way to Earth through a combination of a rogue cult and her interest in the physical plane. Due to her appearance, she could pass herself off as a Majin very easily and started to enjoy the experiences of the physical realm for herself. Of course the fact that she was from the Void causes lots of problems with the physical realm, most notably in the fact she has to constantly be on the move from city to city as if she stays in one place too long, imprints of her body can be found where she was sleeping which irritates quite a few humans.
Aura Color: Void/space black/purple
Preferred Fighting Style: Melee. Light is incapable of using Ki blasts.
Signature Combat Techniques:
-Melee-
Void Shield: Light creates a shield of Void energy around herself, absorbing all energy that hits it. While using this shield Light can't move. Energy absorbed by this shield is used to either replenish Light's own energy or used as a short range explosion.
Void Siphon: Physical contact with Light causes whatever she is touching to slowly lose energy. Energy lost due to damage Light has inflicted is siphoned to her to use. Given long enough contact, this will cause something to eventually fade from existence. Creatures with a tie to the void are immune to this technique.
Reality Step: Light can conjure a void portal to take her between two points in space. The first location is always next to her, the other can be any location that she can sense energy, see, or remember. Others can not interact with the portals, besides overloading them with energy and causing an explosion.
Fusion Punch: Light channels energy into her fist, unleashing a massive surge of Void energy to the next thing she punches. This punch has a slow wind up, but is devastating if it hits.
Shatter Reality: Light's ultimate ability. She shatters reality in an area around her, causing a tear in space that cuts off whoever is caught in it from using magic, and all energy based moves that are not Void based are greatly weakened. Staying in this area for those who are not bound to the Void will slowly drain their vitality. Energy can not be sensed inside this area, and observers will only see darkness. Attempting to leave the arena or enter it causes whoever is entering or leaving to drastically slow down as their essence reconfigures to the presence of reality or lack of.
-Other-
Adaptive Regenerative Essence: Light can regenerate from nearly any injury, even supernatural ones such as being turned into candy. Afterwords Light gains a huge amount of resistance to the last thing that hurt her for a few hours, adapting body appendages or skin textures or whatever she needs to in order to adapt to resisting whatever she was hit with. Light can not adapt to an injury caused by Silver, and injuries caused by Iron have a reduced adaptive resistance, however she can still regenerate from both types of injuries. Obviously regeneration takes a good amount of energy, especially if it was inflicted using Silver or Iron. If Light dies, her essence drifts back into the void to reform instead of going to Otherworld.
Its cool you're trying to make a new race but a few things seem a little off about this character. First of all you make the character be a melee only fighter, but then give her a Void Shield, which completely negates distance fighting with ki blasts, though I suppose they could still at least throw large heavy objects at her. On top of that she has the nasty Void Syphon ability, which makes close combat fighting fairly hazardous and given the fact that enemies can literally 'fade from existence' on top of syphoning energy when even dealing damage to enemies is way too overpowered.
Certain androids had similar abilities, minus the whole 'fade from existence' thing, but even then they were limited in how they could absorb from opponents, such as their absorbers were on their hands only and they had to either grab their opponents or absorb the incoming blast with their hands. Adding on to these rather powerful abilities is Shattered Reality; on its own the Shattered Reality is only a little overpowered, basically making an advantageous environment for the character to fight in, but that in combination with the other abilities makes this bubble of reality super deadly. Basically the character as she is has way too much synergy, also the weaknesses to silver and iron, while interesting do not fit all that well in the dragon ball universe, as only a few characters in the series tend to use weapons. Certainly there are some who use swords, like Trunks, but its not something that occurs that often so the weakness will barely be taken advantage of.
An interesting character but too powerful as is. Its up to you rather you want to try to tone her down or if you just want to scrap and change her to a majin like you said at the start. |
48,642 | 1,309 | 10 | 2,652 | 225 | Well then... that... settles that. The wolfman escorted away by the proving grounds 'guardians' and the demon departed from the scene of her own accord, the conflict into which Sharong had interjected came to quick end. For her part, Sharong stayed levitated in the air for a short while longer, mulling over things. "It seems like the outside world is more ruffian than I imagined."
"Attention attention, to all of those in the Proving Grounds. All combat will be suspended as a tournament is organized. This tournament is of vital importance, hence the need to shut down all other fighting and will take first priority. It has come to the Earth Defense Force's attention that an unknown threat is terrorizing worlds and it is quite possible Earth may be a target as well."
"Hmmmm?" Sharong peered around the massive stadium at the PA's voice thundering over the ruckus of all the fighting. The matter of the announcement was intriguing to her in the highest. She had never been in a tournament before; such means of practice were not common among her people... not at her age anyways. This must be what the elders have spoken of. It will be my rite of passage.
"The Force needs a task force to locate and identify the threat. This tournament is to determine who is most worthy to fight the threat and relay information back to Earth. Strong fighters are needed and we could think of no better location to find those capable to stopping this threat. Sign up for the tournament and help protect Earth!"
"And certainly this Defense Force will need all of the help it can get." Sharong's feet landed upon firm ground. She needed no further direction. Already in the stadium, she followed the mass of warriors flocking towards the registration area. The sheer mass of contestants was sure to be a great challenge for her to surmount. "I should really see what I'm up against."
Despite that most of them weren't putting out so much energy, Sharong's third eye clearly saw the powers that she was to face. The masses at large weren't much on their own; in fact most of them were quite insignificant when she considered her own strength and prowess. Then, after dozens of fights against even people half her strength, a battle against an even match could end up a tall order.
"Oh. Him." Amid the gathering masses, Sharong clearly made out the familiar face of the wolfman from the ring earlier. She nodded to herself, making a mental note. That one needs to learn piety. | Name: Kong Sharong
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species: Triclops/Three-eyed Clan
Appearance
Things to Disregard from Image: Hair; Sharong has a shaven head.
Personality: The sense of pride tends to run through the minds of members of just about every minority race for one reason or another. For Sharong, it is her status as an enlightened warrior, particularly one such who has managed to manifest her third eye, that fuels her sense of self-worth. She carries something of a preacher's diction, envisioning herself as something of a shepherd to the "two-eyed" folks. While no real ill-intention is meant by it, she tends to "kindly" talk down to those that lack the third-eye, even so far as to refer to them as children even when they're much older than she is. Prolonged resistance from those she acts this way towards yields a sort of passive-aggressively abrasive mannerism, emphasized primarily by sarcastic commentary.
On the whole, Kong Sharong is the typical vibrant youth, feeling immortal and ready to take on the world beyond the walls of her home. She's a full-in, no holding back type of person, who will put her whole being and everything she has on the line to carve her path. Motivated towards progress and accomplishment, she takes on any challenge in her way with strength and cunning. In any situation calling for mental or physical application, Sharong is focused to the point of being nearly incapable of falling prey to distractions. In fact, once she starts doing anything, it's difficult to get her to stop, such that anything less than achieving her objective(s) will not suffice as a reason to cease in an action.
Biography: Born in a more isolated reach of the world, Kong Sharong was bred and raised among the reclusive population of a society of dedicated warrior-monks. As one of the members of this temple commune, Sharong was descended from great warriors through history whose training and discipline yielded the physical manifestation of the much sought after third eye; all of the adults within the commune bore this feature. From a young age, her mind and body were put through the rigorous tests of the martial arts. One of the more astute students, Sharong took more quickly than most in her development, reaching proficiency in many techniques at a pace well-ahead of the typical learning curve. Never once straying from her training under this tutelage, she manifested her own third-eye at the fresh age of 18; an achievement that was relatively rare for one so young, usually only happening to one student every generation or two.
In light of her success, she decided to make a pilgrimage to the outside world, to fully test her abilities against others, and possibly learn from other masters. This being a customary practice, the elders of her commune not only approved, but supported her decision. Within days of the decision, Kong Sharong was packed and prepared for the long venture into the world she had never yet seen. With few words, she made her venture, left only with a semi-cryptic piece of advice: to never left her state reach to the darker recesses of her heart.
Aura Color: Light Orange
Preferred Fighting Style: Mixed
Special Techniques:
Melee
Four Witches; a technique by which Sharong forcibly grows a second pair of arms out from her upper back. Though a somewhat painful, and a bit time consuming, it is an agreeably profitable technique for melee combat, allowing a greater versatility for melee combat.
Multiform; the big sister, if you will, of Four Witches, multiform extends the multiplying of mere limbs to the splitting of a whole person into four. This, however, comes at the cost of each clone bearing a quarter of Sharong's power as a single being.
Focused Fist; Sharong concentrates her Ki into her fist, shaping it around the appendages in a manner comparable to releasing a standard Ki blast. Rather than releasing the energy, however, the use Focused Fist will hold that energy in place like a glove of sorts, reinforcing Sharong's physical blows for a short period. At any point before the energy is depleted, she may throw the energy in a blast.
Ki Projectiles
Zidan; a standard Ki exertion concentrated to a higher density, and propelled by a more pronounced kinetic force. Exploiting the greater force exerted against a smaller area upon her target increases the propensity for piercing blows.
Penhuo; simply Zidan applied with a high rate of fire.
Dapao; a charged blast of Ki, usually preceded by Sharong's charging of Ki through an entire arm.
Dapao Weida; the amplified version of Dapao, utilizing a charge of Ki into both of her arms, and releasing them into a single exertion.
Latching Needle; Possibly Sharong's most ingenious technique, she has managed to polarize her Ki in such a manner as to stick to other objects, even other beings. Should she find herself making melee contact with another body, she may choose to leave a small imprint of her own Ki upon the point of contact, and exploit it at a later time. However, the imprints are minuscule on their own, usually amounting to little more than the bee stings of Ki techniques; numerous imprints at pivotal locations is necessary for the technique to hold any weight.
Support Techniques
Heightened Ki Sense; Despite her young age, Sharong is particularly astute in the field of sensing the Ki of others. She's kicked the practice up a notch, having the ability to sense beyond most measures of suppression, thus perceiving the "true" power that others have at their immediate disposal. (*This perception does not prepare her for transformations, hidden potential, or Kaioken-type techniques*).
Flight; Sharong is able to exert her Ki as a propellant, allowing for airborne movement and maneuvering.
Solar Flare; Emits a split-second flash of intense light directed at its target(s), which, more often than not, leaves them momentarily blinded.
I do hope I'm not too late, and that I'm not pushing my luck with any of my techniques, history, etc.; I think most of them are kind of trivial anyways. I'd have avoided including Solar Flare among them, but I had originally had another technique that pretty much served to the same purpose (IE distraction-making). That being said, the techniques that I've crossed out are pretty much just amp-ups to the ones above them that I intend to have Sharong come to later on. If I need to save any other things for later, just let me know. |
48,643 | 1,309 | 11 | 2,051 | 204 | Was it really his intentions to save Earth? I mean, c'mon. Neris did not have to think about this one very much. Earth is obliterated? He has other options, places to go, though whoever may engage in this possible assault may also be victorious, and that further occupation that they might continue would get in his way. Hmm.. that's a really tough call. Either way it would be entertaining, and that was exactly what Neris had been looking for, some form of excitement.
That was not the point right now. Though, it was constantly in the back of Neris' mind. As for now, he would have to sign up for this tournament in order to gain access. But where? His skin flexed, veins pulsing outwards and then retracting quickly again. It felt like leather, although it was stiff, yet easy to move at the same time, swift like a rod attached to a rotating ball. His eyes narrowing, watching the shuffle of other lowly figures inside of the building, people in question and distress, others who did not know what to do, including Neris.
"Well then." His hands came down to his sides and he found a seat rather in the corner of the room with very few people in the same place. Down from within a pouch attached to his belt he brought out a novel he had been going over. Neris liked to speed read, and as he opened the book, his eyes followed a few "unnatural" people stepping inside, keeping a glance on them, noticing they were doing some sort of process or ritual. It was.. some sort of sample? Neris' tension was growing and he continued to read his book at an incredible pace, pages flipping every 8 seconds or so as he waited for a time that the line was more clear to register in the fighting tournament. | NERIS
Age: 784 (Biologically).
38. (Closest estimate physically).
Race: ½ Namekian, ½ Cyborg.
Gender: Male.
Personality: Though usually quite calm focused, Neris tends to be quite a laid back individual with a carefree attitude which may sometimes cause him to appear as arrogant or lazy. Adding onto that, Neris tends to be quite independent and self-confident; doesn't like to work with other people, but may if he believes that it will work in his favor. His thoughts lay somewhere almost sadistic, giving him enjoyment for things like death and destruction, and just doing things as he pleases. Not to be confused with a baby who gets everything that he wants, as Neris has experienced denial on multiple occasions, but this does not stop him from going at things head on. Years of doing so have gave him the skills of accurate decisions with very little timing. Quick thinking is a trait Neris obtains, allowing him to act fast in the heat of a situation. Some have pegged him as bipolar, seeing how from one moment Neris can be so collected, by the next he comes off as blood thirsty. This is part of his manifesting from negative occurrences. It's as if Neris feeds off of this negativity, which is what gives him the enjoyment for certain terrible things.
Bio: As far as heritage goes, that is all unknown to Neris. He did not share the love most would with their family, though his ideals were far off from that anyway. In a world where a rumors of a growing threat was coming, Neris wasn't just about to let that smash him down. Never did he have a trainer, and at very young age he began going against his limits. Neris wanted to be the master in all aspects. Relying on one thing was the way to be killed, so in every way he could, Neris started working up his power level to obtain all that he could, and so it rose quickly. Al though he fought for his own ideals, these could be considered ignorant, which introduced him into thievery, and doing whatever he wanted to. Neris believes in strong will, one that can conquer anything. Through his process of slowly evolving into something more evil than he was, he corrupted himself, and there was no one there to change him back. Anyone by his side during this long span was quickly disregarded when he was finished with them. As of now, Neris mainly travels the universe, still waiting for the ongoing threat to soon burst, doing what he pleases, and seeing what he can.
Aura Color: Neon Orange.
Preferred Fighting Style: Balanced.
Signature Combat Techniques:
Telekinesis: The ability to move objects regardless of the mass with his brain power, and manipulate their movement with his mind.
Kamehameha: A focus of Ki in the palm of the hands to release a pressurized energy that fires a beam with large scale damage capabilities.
Destructo Disc: An ability that allows the user to create a razor sharp disk of Ki, traveling at high speeds for immense cutting power, but tends to lack accuracy.
Masenko: Also similar to both Galick Gun and Kamehameha, but of a lower scale, mostly used in defense opportunities. The user fires a large blast of energy out from their palms, typically to block another Ki blast.
Photon Bomber: Charges up an energy sphere in his hand before firing a large, circular blast of Ki at an enemy to inflict large explosive damage.
Wolf Fang Fist: This technique involves a combo attack of both clawing and smacking your opponent in rapid succession, then giving your opponent a final strike, knocking them back to mimic that of a wolf.
Dragonthrow: This technique is when the user grabs someone by their feet, leg, arms, or antenna, and begins to make a spiraling motion above their head with the rest of their body. After momentum is built and speed has reached maximum potential, the victim is let loose and sent flying in any random direction at high speeds for maximum damage.
Dragon Fist: An incredibly fast punch with a devastating force. The user launches himself straight forward to an opponent at high speeds with his arm out straight towards their chest. Impact will likely cause a breakthrough of the mid section, tearing a wound straight through the chest of the target.
Mach Kick: A series of rapid kicks in quick succession rained on top of a target. This multiple kicking process is for a fast, and powerful striking technique.
Perfect Barrier: Aura exiting the body rapidly can form a large sphere that acts as an energy shield around the user. This is capable of fending off large attacks unscatched in the process. Neris may release this energy at once, causing a Ki blast in all directions to knock over his opponent, and/or catch them off guard. |
48,644 | 1,310 | 0 | 431 | 197 | She huffed and puffed as she rode her bike to school.. I just can't be late on my first day of high school! It was hard enough to move all the way out here to New Jersey... Her legs ached as she pumped her legs harder, nearing just shy of 2 blocks away from the school. There was a boy in the middle of the sidewalk ahead of her. He was a boy of dark chocolate-colored hair with seemingly tawny highlights.... or just the sun reflecting off of his hair. "Hey kid!!! Move to one side! I'm about to speed past ya!!!" she called out to him, hoping he would hear her over the boisterous traffic. | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,645 | 1,310 | 1 | 296 | 16 | he carries on walking with his earphones in, not being able to hear a thing until you get too close, hearing the last bit of the scream he turned around to see you, blinded by your cuteness he blushes and doesn't move | Name: Benjamin James Francis Taylor
Age: 15
Looks: wears blue Jeans, a red polo shirt and a black hoodie, usually with the hood up and black Nike trainers, has brown hair and eyes
Personality: quiet, mysterious, doesn't talk much, kind and caring once you get to know him, thinks about others over himself and takes everything into consideration when making a decision, pretty bold with girls
Bio: lives on his own, both parents usually stay at work or with a friend, he lives in a big, modern house and works part time at a video game company with his dad.
Fandom: Video Games |
48,646 | 1,310 | 2 | 431 | 197 | She abruptly stops, a handle bar hitting your shoulder as she runs into a lamppost. "HEY!!! Watch where you're going next time!!! Are you completely blind and DEAF?! I was coming straight for you and you just stood there and gawked like a deer in headlights!!!! Now thanks to you I'm going to be late on my first day of high school in this god damn new city!!! What the freaking hell is wrong with you, you bastard?!" she yelled at him, wiping off her skinned knees. When she finally stood up, she grabbed his collar and scowled "If I see you get in my way again, you better PRAY that I won't beat you up..." | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,647 | 1,310 | 3 | 296 | 16 | he turns away and walks off, putting his earphones back in and his hood up he walks over to the bust stop | Name: Benjamin James Francis Taylor
Age: 15
Looks: wears blue Jeans, a red polo shirt and a black hoodie, usually with the hood up and black Nike trainers, has brown hair and eyes
Personality: quiet, mysterious, doesn't talk much, kind and caring once you get to know him, thinks about others over himself and takes everything into consideration when making a decision, pretty bold with girls
Bio: lives on his own, both parents usually stay at work or with a friend, he lives in a big, modern house and works part time at a video game company with his dad.
Fandom: Video Games |
48,648 | 1,310 | 4 | 431 | 197 | She angrily gets back on her bike and bikes the rest of the 2 blocks away from school and locks her bike in. As she passes last year's student body president, she gets her schedule:
1. Gym (as required by state law/laws)
2. Shipping Class
3. Mathematics
4. History of Music
5.a. Choir
Lunch
5.b. Choir
6. Art
7. Study Hall
"Thanks..." she muttered quietly as she snatched her schedule out of their hands. | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,649 | 1,310 | 5 | 296 | 16 | he was in her gym class at the start, he changes into tracksuit bottoms and goes into the gym | Name: Benjamin James Francis Taylor
Age: 15
Looks: wears blue Jeans, a red polo shirt and a black hoodie, usually with the hood up and black Nike trainers, has brown hair and eyes
Personality: quiet, mysterious, doesn't talk much, kind and caring once you get to know him, thinks about others over himself and takes everything into consideration when making a decision, pretty bold with girls
Bio: lives on his own, both parents usually stay at work or with a friend, he lives in a big, modern house and works part time at a video game company with his dad.
Fandom: Video Games |
48,650 | 1,310 | 6 | 431 | 197 | She changed into her gym shorts and tank top and walked out with an air of confidence and calmness.... until she saw that boy she ran into that morning. At this point, she glared at him and then looked back in a huff. He honestly looked awfully adorable when she wasn't mad at him. ugh, what's HE doing here...? | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,651 | 1,310 | 7 | 296 | 16 | he notices her and looks back at her grinning, he begins to walk over to her, looking down with his hood still up | Name: Benjamin James Francis Taylor
Age: 15
Looks: wears blue Jeans, a red polo shirt and a black hoodie, usually with the hood up and black Nike trainers, has brown hair and eyes
Personality: quiet, mysterious, doesn't talk much, kind and caring once you get to know him, thinks about others over himself and takes everything into consideration when making a decision, pretty bold with girls
Bio: lives on his own, both parents usually stay at work or with a friend, he lives in a big, modern house and works part time at a video game company with his dad.
Fandom: Video Games |
48,652 | 1,310 | 8 | 431 | 197 | She saw him sauntering over and makes subtle movements to try to dodge him. She flipped her hair back over her shoulder and puts her hands in her pockets, sidestepping away from where he was walking. In hopes he would perhaps leave her alone, she started humming "Alphabet Boy" and looked over at one of many posters about health. | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,653 | 1,310 | 9 | 296 | 16 | he walk up next to her and looks at the health posters with her, slowly reaching down for her hand | Name: Benjamin James Francis Taylor
Age: 15
Looks: wears blue Jeans, a red polo shirt and a black hoodie, usually with the hood up and black Nike trainers, has brown hair and eyes
Personality: quiet, mysterious, doesn't talk much, kind and caring once you get to know him, thinks about others over himself and takes everything into consideration when making a decision, pretty bold with girls
Bio: lives on his own, both parents usually stay at work or with a friend, he lives in a big, modern house and works part time at a video game company with his dad.
Fandom: Video Games |
48,654 | 1,310 | 10 | 431 | 197 | She noticed he was next to her and quickly ducked into the girls' locker room away from the people. What is with this BOY?! We don't even know each others names and here he goes trying to walk with me?! UGH!!! she thought, cringing at the thought of seeing him in homeroom a whole semester. | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,655 | 1,310 | 11 | 296 | 16 | i stop outside the changing rooms and wait for you | Name: Benjamin James Francis Taylor
Age: 15
Looks: wears blue Jeans, a red polo shirt and a black hoodie, usually with the hood up and black Nike trainers, has brown hair and eyes
Personality: quiet, mysterious, doesn't talk much, kind and caring once you get to know him, thinks about others over himself and takes everything into consideration when making a decision, pretty bold with girls
Bio: lives on his own, both parents usually stay at work or with a friend, he lives in a big, modern house and works part time at a video game company with his dad.
Fandom: Video Games |
48,656 | 1,310 | 12 | 431 | 197 | She leaves through the other exit in the sports locker room, now on the opposite end of the gym from him. yes! I'm a good, comfortable distance away from that creep!!! she thought, giving herself a mental fistbump. | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,657 | 1,310 | 13 | 296 | 16 | he walks over again and starts to mumble something under his breath to you | Name: Benjamin James Francis Taylor
Age: 15
Looks: wears blue Jeans, a red polo shirt and a black hoodie, usually with the hood up and black Nike trainers, has brown hair and eyes
Personality: quiet, mysterious, doesn't talk much, kind and caring once you get to know him, thinks about others over himself and takes everything into consideration when making a decision, pretty bold with girls
Bio: lives on his own, both parents usually stay at work or with a friend, he lives in a big, modern house and works part time at a video game company with his dad.
Fandom: Video Games |
48,658 | 1,310 | 14 | 431 | 197 | She barely heard something and sees him... AH!!! how is he already caught up with me?! What witchcraft is he on?! she thought, her eyes widening. She coughed and said "Pardon? What did you say?", hoping it was nothing or at least an explanation why he was being a creep. | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,659 | 1,310 | 15 | 296 | 16 | h-hey, sorry about earlier i look down and scratch my arm | Name: Benjamin James Francis Taylor
Age: 15
Looks: wears blue Jeans, a red polo shirt and a black hoodie, usually with the hood up and black Nike trainers, has brown hair and eyes
Personality: quiet, mysterious, doesn't talk much, kind and caring once you get to know him, thinks about others over himself and takes everything into consideration when making a decision, pretty bold with girls
Bio: lives on his own, both parents usually stay at work or with a friend, he lives in a big, modern house and works part time at a video game company with his dad.
Fandom: Video Games |
48,660 | 1,310 | 16 | 431 | 197 | She huffed and looked the other way for a spell, balling her hands into a fist. She looked back at him with a cold stare, "It's fine, just don't do it ever again..." She was obviously still steamed about that morning, but she wasn't going to pick a fight with a guy who appeared to be half a foot taller than herself, having a tiny frame and barely any muscle on her bones. She was smart enough to see that some of the guy's weak points are, obviously, the groin, neck, back of the head, and the bridge of his nose, but the rest were still unclear. | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,661 | 1,310 | 17 | 123 | 27 | I had just come in the gym, i was late. after getting out of the changing room, i saw two people outside, conversing, 'Hey, Ben? Is that you bud?' | Name:Nikolai Dretren
Age:15
Looks:Red T-Shirt, Camo cargo pants, tan work boots, brown hair, L. eye is blue, R. eye is grey (he is blind in his right eye)
Bio:Orphan, used to live on a military base, parents died in Afghanistan. Now he lives with by himself on the streets
Personality: funny, kind, selfless, friendly, strong, and caring
Fandoms: Marine Corps |
48,662 | 1,310 | 18 | 431 | 197 | She eyed at him suspiciously. hmm, late and talking to this guy like he's an old, OLD friend... probably trouble... she thought, trying to seem busy herself. She shyly stuck her hands back into her pockets and looked around. | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,663 | 1,310 | 19 | 123 | 27 | 'Hello there' he smiled and stuck his hand out to greet her | Name:Nikolai Dretren
Age:15
Looks:Red T-Shirt, Camo cargo pants, tan work boots, brown hair, L. eye is blue, R. eye is grey (he is blind in his right eye)
Bio:Orphan, used to live on a military base, parents died in Afghanistan. Now he lives with by himself on the streets
Personality: funny, kind, selfless, friendly, strong, and caring
Fandoms: Marine Corps |
48,664 | 1,310 | 20 | 296 | 16 | i turn to face nick "uh.. yeah, who are you again?" | Name: Benjamin James Francis Taylor
Age: 15
Looks: wears blue Jeans, a red polo shirt and a black hoodie, usually with the hood up and black Nike trainers, has brown hair and eyes
Personality: quiet, mysterious, doesn't talk much, kind and caring once you get to know him, thinks about others over himself and takes everything into consideration when making a decision, pretty bold with girls
Bio: lives on his own, both parents usually stay at work or with a friend, he lives in a big, modern house and works part time at a video game company with his dad.
Fandom: Video Games |
48,665 | 1,310 | 21 | 123 | 27 | 'Remember me from 5th grade' he looked at Ben | Name:Nikolai Dretren
Age:15
Looks:Red T-Shirt, Camo cargo pants, tan work boots, brown hair, L. eye is blue, R. eye is grey (he is blind in his right eye)
Bio:Orphan, used to live on a military base, parents died in Afghanistan. Now he lives with by himself on the streets
Personality: funny, kind, selfless, friendly, strong, and caring
Fandoms: Marine Corps |
48,666 | 1,310 | 22 | 296 | 16 | n-not really he puts an earphone in and plays some music | Name: Benjamin James Francis Taylor
Age: 15
Looks: wears blue Jeans, a red polo shirt and a black hoodie, usually with the hood up and black Nike trainers, has brown hair and eyes
Personality: quiet, mysterious, doesn't talk much, kind and caring once you get to know him, thinks about others over himself and takes everything into consideration when making a decision, pretty bold with girls
Bio: lives on his own, both parents usually stay at work or with a friend, he lives in a big, modern house and works part time at a video game company with his dad.
Fandom: Video Games |
48,667 | 1,310 | 23 | 123 | 27 | 'okay then' walks away to do some laps around the gym | Name:Nikolai Dretren
Age:15
Looks:Red T-Shirt, Camo cargo pants, tan work boots, brown hair, L. eye is blue, R. eye is grey (he is blind in his right eye)
Bio:Orphan, used to live on a military base, parents died in Afghanistan. Now he lives with by himself on the streets
Personality: funny, kind, selfless, friendly, strong, and caring
Fandoms: Marine Corps |
48,668 | 1,310 | 24 | 296 | 16 | i sti at the corner of the gym with my earphones in plying games on my phone | Name: Benjamin James Francis Taylor
Age: 15
Looks: wears blue Jeans, a red polo shirt and a black hoodie, usually with the hood up and black Nike trainers, has brown hair and eyes
Personality: quiet, mysterious, doesn't talk much, kind and caring once you get to know him, thinks about others over himself and takes everything into consideration when making a decision, pretty bold with girls
Bio: lives on his own, both parents usually stay at work or with a friend, he lives in a big, modern house and works part time at a video game company with his dad.
Fandom: Video Games |
48,669 | 1,310 | 25 | 123 | 27 | Goes into the changing room to "use" the bathroom but actually just sits there texting his crush | Name:Nikolai Dretren
Age:15
Looks:Red T-Shirt, Camo cargo pants, tan work boots, brown hair, L. eye is blue, R. eye is grey (he is blind in his right eye)
Bio:Orphan, used to live on a military base, parents died in Afghanistan. Now he lives with by himself on the streets
Personality: funny, kind, selfless, friendly, strong, and caring
Fandoms: Marine Corps |
48,670 | 1,310 | 26 | 431 | 197 | She waved, not taking the form of human contact that is a handshake. "Hi..." she grumbled, dismissing the thoughts of punching him in the stomach. Who is this other mystery boy, though...? A peculiar species men are... she thought, eyeing this "friend" of the man boy she just barely crashed into. As the two dissipated from her presence, she walked around the gym, not talking to the popular girls, nor associating with any of the guys. This is going to be a loooooooooong year... she mentally sulked. | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,671 | 1,310 | 27 | 123 | 27 | He comes out of the bathroom, just to sitdown on one of the benches near the other guys, just talking and shit | Name:Nikolai Dretren
Age:15
Looks:Red T-Shirt, Camo cargo pants, tan work boots, brown hair, L. eye is blue, R. eye is grey (he is blind in his right eye)
Bio:Orphan, used to live on a military base, parents died in Afghanistan. Now he lives with by himself on the streets
Personality: funny, kind, selfless, friendly, strong, and caring
Fandoms: Marine Corps |
48,672 | 1,310 | 28 | 431 | 197 | She walks past by the other boy hanging out with other guys on the bench and smirks as she gives him a peace sign and a subtle wink as a way to say " 'Sup." and continued her laps around the gym, humming "Fur Elise". Eventually, they all got a seating chart and she was stuck between the two boys she had "met" for gym warm-ups. | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,673 | 1,310 | 29 | 123 | 27 | sits down amd minds his buissness | Name:Nikolai Dretren
Age:15
Looks:Red T-Shirt, Camo cargo pants, tan work boots, brown hair, L. eye is blue, R. eye is grey (he is blind in his right eye)
Bio:Orphan, used to live on a military base, parents died in Afghanistan. Now he lives with by himself on the streets
Personality: funny, kind, selfless, friendly, strong, and caring
Fandoms: Marine Corps |
48,674 | 1,310 | 30 | 296 | 16 | starts running around faster than everyone else | Name: Benjamin James Francis Taylor
Age: 15
Looks: wears blue Jeans, a red polo shirt and a black hoodie, usually with the hood up and black Nike trainers, has brown hair and eyes
Personality: quiet, mysterious, doesn't talk much, kind and caring once you get to know him, thinks about others over himself and takes everything into consideration when making a decision, pretty bold with girls
Bio: lives on his own, both parents usually stay at work or with a friend, he lives in a big, modern house and works part time at a video game company with his dad.
Fandom: Video Games |
48,675 | 1,310 | 31 | 431 | 197 | She started doing stretches, and eventually moves on to leg-lifting. After 15 reps on each side, she jogs 10 laps around the gym and sits back down to stretch more. Man, I'm out of shape... I need to hop on that bike more often... she thought, shyly waving at her nuisance's "friend". She was panting loudly from what she thought was light exercise, but continued to stretch for 10 minutes before moving on to some ping pong, and walks up to the companion on her left, "Hey, you wanna play...?" she inquired, offering a paddle to the friend of the boy she couldn't stand. | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,676 | 1,310 | 32 | 123 | 27 | hmm? he wondered as she approached him, "ummm, w-what do u need?" she was beautiful, but he didnt even know her name yet! "btw, could u tell me your name?" as he took the paddle from her, accepting the game. | Name:Nikolai Dretren
Age:15
Looks:Red T-Shirt, Camo cargo pants, tan work boots, brown hair, L. eye is blue, R. eye is grey (he is blind in his right eye)
Bio:Orphan, used to live on a military base, parents died in Afghanistan. Now he lives with by himself on the streets
Personality: funny, kind, selfless, friendly, strong, and caring
Fandoms: Marine Corps |
48,677 | 1,310 | 33 | 296 | 16 | i watch quietly and decide to walk over "whats going on here?" | Name: Benjamin James Francis Taylor
Age: 15
Looks: wears blue Jeans, a red polo shirt and a black hoodie, usually with the hood up and black Nike trainers, has brown hair and eyes
Personality: quiet, mysterious, doesn't talk much, kind and caring once you get to know him, thinks about others over himself and takes everything into consideration when making a decision, pretty bold with girls
Bio: lives on his own, both parents usually stay at work or with a friend, he lives in a big, modern house and works part time at a video game company with his dad.
Fandom: Video Games |
48,678 | 1,310 | 34 | 123 | 27 | 'ping pong, that's basically it' he said ashe hit the ball back at her. he watched her make the moves that could get him out of the game 'hey ben maybe u could play winner' he misses the ball, her point | Name:Nikolai Dretren
Age:15
Looks:Red T-Shirt, Camo cargo pants, tan work boots, brown hair, L. eye is blue, R. eye is grey (he is blind in his right eye)
Bio:Orphan, used to live on a military base, parents died in Afghanistan. Now he lives with by himself on the streets
Personality: funny, kind, selfless, friendly, strong, and caring
Fandoms: Marine Corps |
48,679 | 1,310 | 35 | 296 | 16 | i nod "thats fine by me" i lean on the table and watch the game | Name: Benjamin James Francis Taylor
Age: 15
Looks: wears blue Jeans, a red polo shirt and a black hoodie, usually with the hood up and black Nike trainers, has brown hair and eyes
Personality: quiet, mysterious, doesn't talk much, kind and caring once you get to know him, thinks about others over himself and takes everything into consideration when making a decision, pretty bold with girls
Bio: lives on his own, both parents usually stay at work or with a friend, he lives in a big, modern house and works part time at a video game company with his dad.
Fandom: Video Games |
48,680 | 1,310 | 36 | 431 | 197 | She held her hands clasped together as she spoke, trying to focus on anything other than his face, "Oh, how rude of moi!!!" she giggled behind her hand for a moment "My name is Roselyn, but back in ze Pari, everyone called me Rose." She was embarrassed her half-French was showing, but didn't care in the heat of the ping-pong and hit the ball across the table, with him missing. "Hah! My point!!" | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,681 | 1,310 | 37 | 123 | 27 | 'anyway, my name is Nikolai' he felt he belonged here. he grinned and hit the ball so she missed, 'point, right?' | Name:Nikolai Dretren
Age:15
Looks:Red T-Shirt, Camo cargo pants, tan work boots, brown hair, L. eye is blue, R. eye is grey (he is blind in his right eye)
Bio:Orphan, used to live on a military base, parents died in Afghanistan. Now he lives with by himself on the streets
Personality: funny, kind, selfless, friendly, strong, and caring
Fandoms: Marine Corps |
48,682 | 1,310 | 38 | 431 | 197 | She made a desperate attempt to hit the ball, but it just hit the edge and bounced to the floor. "Oui, point to you... and are you Russian? Your name certainly sounds like such..." She had traveled through Russia once to visit a relative in Japan and saw how they were dressed so eloquently. She barely noticed the third party standing off to the side. | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,683 | 1,310 | 39 | 123 | 27 | 'Da, I am from Siberia, we moved here.' he smiled and said 'yet, i am no communist, communists are horrible people they killed most of my family just to get to america, they didnt wamt us here ' he thought of the russians killing his family and many, many more people. 'hut thats the past, today is tue present, and tomorrow will be the future.' | Name:Nikolai Dretren
Age:15
Looks:Red T-Shirt, Camo cargo pants, tan work boots, brown hair, L. eye is blue, R. eye is grey (he is blind in his right eye)
Bio:Orphan, used to live on a military base, parents died in Afghanistan. Now he lives with by himself on the streets
Personality: funny, kind, selfless, friendly, strong, and caring
Fandoms: Marine Corps |
48,684 | 1,310 | 40 | 431 | 197 | Ah... I see. she said, a little bit disappointed "But I was close enough, no? Anyways, Oui!!! ze past ez ze past, today iz ze gifted present, and tommorrow, the future? Who knows?!" She smiled, having a pleasant conversation. "What was Siberia like, if iz okay for moi to inquire...?" she hit the ball in an attempt for him to miss. | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,685 | 1,310 | 41 | 123 | 27 | 'Cold, wet, very quiet... till those traitorous bastards came and started to build factories.' he hit the ball back and tuen put down his paddle as a sign as surrendering, 'i think i am done, maybe i might go ride on one of the bikes' | Name:Nikolai Dretren
Age:15
Looks:Red T-Shirt, Camo cargo pants, tan work boots, brown hair, L. eye is blue, R. eye is grey (he is blind in his right eye)
Bio:Orphan, used to live on a military base, parents died in Afghanistan. Now he lives with by himself on the streets
Personality: funny, kind, selfless, friendly, strong, and caring
Fandoms: Marine Corps |
48,686 | 1,310 | 42 | 431 | 197 | She was then very confused about the second part "Uh, this is still homeroom... we only got 5 minutes until 3rd period starts so.... catch you later!!! Maybe we can go get an ice cream or somethin'...~" She smiled as she dashed to the girls' locker room to change back into her school clothes. | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,687 | 1,310 | 43 | 123 | 27 | he chuckled and yelled back 'da, that would be nice' he just thought of the game they had just played, how now he has to get better at it | Name:Nikolai Dretren
Age:15
Looks:Red T-Shirt, Camo cargo pants, tan work boots, brown hair, L. eye is blue, R. eye is grey (he is blind in his right eye)
Bio:Orphan, used to live on a military base, parents died in Afghanistan. Now he lives with by himself on the streets
Personality: funny, kind, selfless, friendly, strong, and caring
Fandoms: Marine Corps |
48,688 | 1,310 | 44 | 431 | 197 | She smirked as she went to her 2nd period class, Shipping Class. "Meet me after school then! Hope you have some wheels! I take my bike everywhere!!" she called back to Nick with a smug half-smile on her face. She guessed he may be trouble, but he seemed nice. However, just moments after entering third period, she realized she had a job shift that afternoon Dangit, she mentally sighed, I have to cancel... or at least push it back to a later time... She sadly sat down, trying to discourage the thought of cancelling her hangout with her first new acquaintance. | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,689 | 1,310 | 45 | 123 | 27 | He came out of the changing room with a red t-shirt, Carpenter Jeans, and Military style boots. "Oi, I guess I am having a small little get together with this girl" to me she is kinda cute... I love her accent *smiles and laughs* | Name:Nikolai Dretren
Age:15
Looks:Red T-Shirt, Camo cargo pants, tan work boots, brown hair, L. eye is blue, R. eye is grey (he is blind in his right eye)
Bio:Orphan, used to live on a military base, parents died in Afghanistan. Now he lives with by himself on the streets
Personality: funny, kind, selfless, friendly, strong, and caring
Fandoms: Marine Corps |
48,690 | 1,310 | 46 | 431 | 197 | She grinned as she went to Shipping Class. It was the best thing to at least try to be happy in that class... She wasn't particularly fond of it, so to speak. She went to sat down, but some jock-like guy pulled out her chair from underneath her. "HEY!!! What is wrong with you?!" She collected her books and sat in the back away from the rest. For once she actually needed to wear her glasses. She sat there the whole hour doing couple calculations based off of fandom/personality groups and pretending to understand every single word. She sighed as she made her way to Math... The dreaded class of all time for her. She never like it and probably never would. She sat in the front row to keep herself from being tempted by her artbook and enhance concentration, but to no avail... the teacher ran a power point from the back of the class! She felt the urge to draw instead of write notes so severely. | (Full) Name: Roselyn Candy Carmella
Age: 15
Looks: She usually wears and wears black converse or dark brown, 1-inch booties. She has blue/soft/doe-like eyes, long/wavy blonde hair, and long legs.
Personality: Shy, artistic, quiet, quirky, soft-spoken, apologetic, she puts reason over her heart usually, she loves to dance and sing (but she has stage fright), and she is very clumsy, but tries to be graceful.
Bio: Her French mom, who moved over to America from France with Roselyn's dad, is in alcoholic rehab, and her father died in a war a few years back. She has to lie to the apartment landlord a lot about who's actually paying the rent and where all this money is coming from. She works at her local coffee shop as a waitress and pays for her cheap, run-down apartment in a cruddy neighborhood.
Fandom: Music |
48,691 | 1,310 | 47 | 1,768 | 105 | Crystal Marrison
A girl was running over to school just as passing period to third hour was beginning. Her heavy backpack bounced along her back as she rushed over to the office to notify them about being late. Crystal was having a rush at her apartment when a family emergency happened with her brother, so she was already having a rough day. Even worse was when she got lost on her path to her new school. She already missed her first classes gym and shipping class. Fortunately Christopher, her brother, printed out the schedule beforehand and didn't have to get a schedule from the office. She already memorized her classes either way, so the paper schedule wasn't needed until further notice.
As she ran through the mostly empty hallway, Crystal nearly crashed into a girl that was going to the same pathway as she was, even though was a lot of space she could've taken. If it wasn't for her quick reactions of side-stepping and speeding by the girl, they would've taken a hard beating to the ground. The only thing that could be seen throughout the rest of the hallway was a speeding figure of black hair, a blue flannel and matching jeans, and the shine of new black and white converse.
Crystal didn't want to be late to the unofficial first class she would be taking that day, so just on time she slammed down into an empty seat with her supplies ready. Fortunately math - and just about every other class she took - was an easy task for her. The best part was that they were only taking basic notes for the day. She took this as an advantage by putting her sketchbook next to her notes that were slanted slightly on top of her binder. Whenever Crystal finished writing she would do a part of a drawing until the next slide. | Name:
Crystal Marrison
Age:
14 1/2-years-old
Looks:
She's far above average at around 5 feet 8 inches (about 1.73 meters) with light brown skin, a plump face, and flowing black hair that grows down to the middle of her back. Her eyes are a dark chocolate brown to match her stern expression. Her appearance doesn't fit her likes as she seems worked out: slightly muscular with a thin belly. Her outfits are usually masculine like flannels, leather jackets, hoodies, jeans, and converse.
Bio:
Back all the way to Philippines she grew up with her parents and older brother, but her parents got killed during a camping trip. Her brother took care of her from there until they flew to America. They live in an apartment together and make up music on their free time, mostly in contribute to their parents.
Personality:
Crystal is an independent girl that keeps to herself, usually talking out in bursts of anger no matter the situation. Although she may be a bit aggressive, pity and kindness can be given but in subtle ways. It's clear she's both strong physically and mentally. However, it's rare for someone to figure out how her emotions work. A person's eyes may be a doorway to someone's soul - but not for her.
Fandoms:
Music |
48,692 | 1,310 | 48 | 123 | 27 | I accidently bumped into a few people, but I never meant to hurt anyone. People were pushing me through the hallways... "Ugh High school" | Name:Nikolai Dretren
Age:15
Looks:Red T-Shirt, Camo cargo pants, tan work boots, brown hair, L. eye is blue, R. eye is grey (he is blind in his right eye)
Bio:Orphan, used to live on a military base, parents died in Afghanistan. Now he lives with by himself on the streets
Personality: funny, kind, selfless, friendly, strong, and caring
Fandoms: Marine Corps |
48,693 | 1,310 | 49 | 296 | 16 | i run up to nick "h-hey, sorry about earlier" | Name: Benjamin James Francis Taylor
Age: 15
Looks: wears blue Jeans, a red polo shirt and a black hoodie, usually with the hood up and black Nike trainers, has brown hair and eyes
Personality: quiet, mysterious, doesn't talk much, kind and caring once you get to know him, thinks about others over himself and takes everything into consideration when making a decision, pretty bold with girls
Bio: lives on his own, both parents usually stay at work or with a friend, he lives in a big, modern house and works part time at a video game company with his dad.
Fandom: Video Games |
48,694 | 1,311 | 0 | 1,872 | 1,663 | Episode 1: Light in Darkness
May 35, 2250, Red Rock Mining Facility, New Earth
For ten long years the humans of New Earth have been under the iron grip of Galatec, the intergalactic mega corporation. They have been forced to toil in mines, work in factories, and some precious few privileged have been recruited into the office work for long hours with no benefits and far too little pay. Bodies and minds are broken from overwork, and the worst crime of all is that most people don't even realize it. Galatec is a mind bogglingly vast and complicated machine, with more methods than even the Board of Directors know about. Many of those methods have been utilized here on New Earth, brainwashing the population into acceptance and obedience. Food and water have chemical additives, the lights themselves shine with a wavelength that dulls independence and resistance, and propaganda permeates the media, the streets, and your homes. A very small percentage of people are, for reasons unknown, immune to this brainwashing, and have taken the fight to Galatec. However they are completely overwhelmed, for not only does their enemy possess far greater numbers and firepower, they have to fight against the citizens they attempt to liberate, who brand them terrorists. Their efforts are, sadly, doomed to failure. In an act of desperation, the largest force of resistance fighters, the Alpha Division, have chosen to throw all their men into one last attack on the Red Rock Mining Facility, the largest concentration of human slave labor on New Earth. However, the Regional Manager of New Earth Space, Ruthalia Tro’liant Hert’yas Morphento, has picked up their communications. She knows they plan to hit with everything they've got. Truly, their efforts are doomed to failure, but not all is lost. Deep within the intricate mines of Red Rock is a man, a wise alien creature, who casts off with the tyrannical ways of Galatec, and his assistant. Together they conspire to bring new hope to the world, a new team of fighters using technology stolen from Galatec itself. Legends and historical tapes tell of many teams that have battled with evil before, defending humanity and many peaceful alien worlds. Legends of the mighty Power Rangers. It is today, on May 35, 2250, that a new team shall rise to battle evil, but they will have an uphill fight. Their victories shall be met with just as many loses, but if they cannot persevere, then New Earth is doomed. Today is the uprising! Today we fight back! Today is the birth of...
Samara finds herself inside the secret lair, an old abandoned mining post. It had been scheduled for decommission (read: blown up) months ago, but a little misfiling of the paperwork preserved it, and now everyone that matters in Galatec believes it to be gone. Well, everyone that shouldn't know. The lights inside had been rewired by her partner, so now while they were attached to the power grid, they only projected neutral light, rather than that Galatec brainwashing wavelength. Here she was safe, and here the plan was to begin. Samara's partner, mentor really, sat on a work table, wearing dark tinted glasses as he fiddled with the wiring of a small device, some kind of wristband with a red crystal. She had done some work on them herself, so she knew exactly what it was: the red Photon Morpher. The last of the six morphers that they were fixing up, and just on time, too. If everything went according to plan, the five special ones were to be here today, at Red Rock Mining Facility. Then she and her partner could activate the Refraction Displacement System and teleport them to base. Recruit them. And together they could take the fight to Galatec.
Samara and her partner had a heck of a time finding people who would be... Open to the idea of fighting against such a behemoth. It took months of searching, of stalking and hacking computer systems, but they found them. The five people that would become, that had to become her partners. Michael Sonnen. Jonah Fallen. Oliver Johnson. Tommy Reese. And Clementine Mayweather. It would only be a matter of time before they could all be gathered. Assuming things went according to plan.
"I've finished it!" called out Samara's partner, pulling off the tinted glasses and setting down his wiring tools. "The red photon morpher has been restored, Samara! Just in time."
Fools. Pitiful, idiotic, suicidal fools. They called themselves Alpha Division, and they planned to attack Red Rock Mining Facility in a desperate attempt to free the slaves here. As if any of the slaves wanted to be free. Still, the largest resistance force, 300 men and women, presented an opportunity. Wiping them out would be a fantastic show of strength to deter any other stupid humans that were immune to reconditioning, as well as ridding Galatec New Earth Division of their strongest foe. The idiots didn't even use an encrypted transmission when passing the orders to their squads.
In preparation for this great victory, Regional Manager Ruth and General Adelram Drax made the decision to personally oversee the security at Red Rock. Their presence would prove to be... Influential. Together they were positioned in the command room of Red Rock, where the site foreman oversaw all operations. Foreman Jo'ones, a reptilian alien six feet tall with fire red scales, approached the two as his assistants worked at their computer terminals.
"Sirs, the facility is operating at nominal efficiency. Profit margins are up .2% and production of oranium has maintained steady numbers. I still don't understand why you chose to visit my facility. Is production displeasing in some way?"
Fate conspired to bring these two unknowns together. Sure, fate. Let's call it that. In no way was there a transfer request put in by someone behind the scenes. So much paperwork was filed, who even knows what purpose it all serves? In any situation, Clementine was brought to Red Rock by their Accounting Director. The same Accounting Director that recently requested the bodyguarding services of one Jonah Fallen.
The three sat, or stood, in a small meeting room barely large enough to hold the table they were supposed to discuss matters at. Two security cameras were positioned in opposite corners of the room, barely noticeable unless you knew what to look for. Accounting Director Shplorn, an alien resembling a human save for the bright florescent green hair, pulled up some documents on the holo-screen for Clementine's benefit.
"-And here are the profit and loss statements for the previous fiscal quarter. Now it's your job to comb over all the details and look for any funny business. We suspect someone may be laundering funds. Now be sure to triple check the numbers and-OH DEAR LORD WHAT IS THAT?! KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT!" Shplorn freaked out, unjustly so, at the sight of a common spider crawling across the table. Nevertheless, she gave the orders to her bodyguard. Jonah had learned in the few hours he was put in her employ that she was a rather... Jumpy creature. Overly cautious, one might say. Terrified of her own shadow was more like it.
Deep within level thirteen of the mines, two young men found themselves toiling together. They had been paired up for only the last three hours. Oliver had only been assigned to work in Red Rock for three days. Three days of having been beaten and chained, under the constant watch of at least three githkin. They knew of his immunity to reconditioning, so it was the only way. His partner didn't have it much better, but for completely different reasons. Tommy was scrawny, malnourished, but always optimistic about their situation. Due to the differences in their physiques, Tommy had been assigned to crawl into tight spaces and survey, while Oliver was assigned the heavy duty work. If Oliver didn't comply, well, then the githkin would get unpleasant.
The two worked far away from any other teams, with a hover-cart filling up with some kind of red glowing ore. Tommy had seen this ore before, but didn't know what it was. For Oliver, this was a first time experience. What was this substance they were forced to unearth? Galatec wouldn't tell, but maybe time would...
"Faster!" cried one of the githkin, cracking a metal whip in Oliver's direction.
Michael entered Red Rock for the first time. For reasons he didn't know, he had been transferred here from his previous mining job back in Dumas. The trip took hours, and was boring as all hell, but now he was here, going through processing and being given the familiar tools of the trade. Pick axe, rope, bottle of water, these were all routine for him. What he didn't expect, couldn't have expected, was the three blasting sticks he was given. The requisitions officer provided them to him like they were any other piece of equipment, like nothing was out of the ordinary at all. That's when Michael noticed something on the paperwork. The document detailed him as a class 2 miner, with all the access and privilege that came with the title. Back home he never progressed beyond a class 5 miner. What was with the special treatment?
One of the perks of being class 2 was working alone, unsupervised. He was given a map and told to find his way to level 9 of mine shaft 27, where it would be his job to search for new ore veins and blast open new tunnels in weak structure. Something was definitely wrong, he never received that kind of training. This day was getting bizarre... | Name:
Jackson Trent
Nickname/Alias:
Jack, sex on a stick (imo).
Race:
Human
Age:
25
Ethnicity:
Canadian, though no one would know what that means.
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
. |height. 6’0” |weight. 176 lbs |hair. brown |eyes. green
Though not the most efficient worker in his mine, Jackson is definitely the strongest and most agile. Having to swing a heavy pickaxe all day, coupled with his daily training in his self-made basement, has made him able to lift the heavy tools of a miner with great finesse. This also helps when wielding his greatsword, as he can go for more swift and fluid movements, rather than just be lugging dead weight around. What most people first notice about Jackson, however, is the tired, weary look in his eyes - one of a man burdened by fear and doubt, yet with no reason or understanding of why. There is also another look in his eyes, however, and it is that of a kind, considerate soul, who tries his hardest to support and protect those he holds close to him, even though he may not always show it. It is this kindness, the spark of gold in his eyes, that people are attracted to, and it makes for a good, solid understanding that despite his mood swings, and tendency to say things how they are, Jackson will forever be true to those he cares about.
Clothing:
Since he’s had to blend in with the other workers in the mine until he finally found his destiny, Jackson hasn’t really adopted much of a clothing style. He can often be seen in plain, un-logoed shirts, ranging from black to white, with 50 (8, actually) Shades of Grey inbetween, paired with plain old denim jeans, and heavy-duty combat boots. All of his clothing is kept in good condition, though, and he’s (fortunately) able to wash them regularly.
Personality:
Jackson, despite seeming like an optimist, is a down-to-Earth realist. He doesn’t particularly like being too pessimistic, though not so optimistic that he gets people’s hopes up, with the possibility of letting them down. He often surveys the situation in a calm manner, providing his peers with a strategic, thought-out approach. Also, despite being rather strong for someone of his type, he completely hates the idea of someone being classed as the weakest link. Therefore, Jackson includes every single person with him in his approaches to a situation, and exercises all of each person’s skills.
Being a man who was once shackled within Galatec’s ideology and idealistic ways has had a toll on Jackson, especially with the painful thought that it might happen again. To believe he was once of enough idiocy to believe that this new dictatorship was all fine, and that Galatec could kiss all of his booboos better is both frightening and sickening to him, and he has tried his hardest to prove to people - despite the fact barely anybody doubts him - that it wasn’t him, and it was just Galatec dragging him along like a dog on a leash. This can sometimes bleed into his handling of situations, causing all his beforehand calm and realistic approach to go down the drain, and sometimes becoming so severe he spirals into a blind rage. Even now and again he has sudden mood swings, be it the same compelling rage, or Galatec’s lighting taking a toll on him. However, he manages to beat all the odds and continue, no matter what obstacles he faces. He also never lets this affect his view on people - everyone is equal, and there will never be a need for labelling one by their skills or limits, simply by good or evil motives.
Likes:
The Power Rangers
White noise - his radio was broken for a few weeks, but he eventually started listening to the static coming from it, and it seemed to calm him, like the waves of the sea.
The silent moments that come and go from time to time, where the world seems to slow, and just for one moment, be it a fraction of a second or an entire minute, one can finally find peace where they thought all was lost.
Pushing and breaking his limits, and discovering that he can do what he thought impossible before.
Protecting people
The greater good
Dislikes:
Galatec
His job
Being unable to drink publicly without the risk of coming under Galatec’s control
His parents being under Galatec’s influence
Fears:
Slipping back under Galatec’s control
Not being able to find the Power Rangers
Being unable to save New Earth, especially his parents
Galatec defeating the Power Rangers
Failing the Rangers, if he ever finds them
Dying on the job
Quirks:
He has a particular, “friendship”, with his tomahawk. Turns out when it’s just you and an old weapon against the world, you start talking to it. It’s not like it talks back to him, so it should be fine, right?
History:
Freedom.
That’s what Jackson was born into. A life before Galatec. One where his mother and father cared about him and actually loved him. Of course, he didn’t know that. His life was just mining rocks, searching for god knows what. Day in, day out, the sound of pickaxes clanging at stone was the norm now. He’d found a few keepsakes down there, one of which looked like a small axe, but never really knew what they were for. Why did people need weapons and all these strange items when they had Galatec? That was the thought planted in his mind, the one he was forced to think constantly.
Until the Power Rangers.
At first, Jackson was like everyone else - he saw them as nothing more than troublemakers, terrorising the city. But the more and more they expressed their motives and attempted to bring hope to New Earth, the more and more the glimmer of hope that was still embedded in his mind shined through. It got bigger and bigger every day, and he remembered more and more about this once alienated concept - freedom. What was once something he had no clue of was now the very thing he was grasping for, the only thing that mattered for him. His mind was no longer fixated on work, and he was determined to follow suit of the very people that set him free from this faux happiness that was hiding the true world away from everyone.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to be that easy. With no way of actually contacting the Power Rangers, and no safe or guaranteed way that he’d be able to help them, he had to just wait it out. Though, that was harder than first thought. The great pressure hailing down from his parents to get a job with Galatec’s higher-ups, and the growing paranoia that one slip up would eventually lead to him getting caught. Despite this, however, he had to gulp it all down and train, as well as going to his regular job in the mines to remain under the radar and reduce suspicion. Eventually he’d managed to utilise his mining skills to create a makeshift training ground under the house, and then had the difficult job of keeping it a secret from his parents. Luckily for him, they were all “work work work, Galatec is the greatest, work work work”.
That seemed to be it for a while, with Jackson training his tomahawk skills and keeping a low profile in the mines, until one day, his life was changed. It was another day of digging at rocks nonchalantly, pitying all the children slaving away, with their labour unbeknownst to them, when he spotted something shimmering on the floor. He quickly pocketed it, and after taking it home and rubbing it clean of all the dirt and grime, he realised what it was - the Prism Morpher. With that, he packed what few things Galatec allowed him to keep from his past, and set off on a journey to find the Power Rangers, and free New Earth...
Talents:
Extremely skilled with a tomahawk
Animalistic instincts & reflexes
Can see multiple approaches to a problem
Agile on his feet
A linear understanding of science
Apparently quite the singer
Hindrances:
His perpetual mood swings
He always sees the good in people
Can sometimes be quick to judge
Not exactly the one to sugar coat things
His hate for labelling people as the “runt” or “weakest link/member” can sometimes lead to him overestimating people
Powers:
None. Zero. Nil.
Equipment:
An old mining torch
A tomahawk that he found whilst mining one day
10 shirts
4 pairs of jeans
A pair of combat boots
A pair of old sneakers
An old scarf
A hiking backpack (that holds all his stuff)
7 bottles of water
A sleeping bag
9 MRE kits
Quotes:
“Cross your fingers.”
Aspiration:
To understand his place, and free everyone from the shackles they’ve been unknowingly clamped into. |
48,695 | 1,311 | 1 | 427 | 1,112 | with: Drax and Insignificance
The communications had been clear and Ruthalia had acted without hesitation at the news. Her eyes scanned over the setting of the Insignificance’s “command” room and sniffed sharply. She ran a slender, manicured finger along the surface of a table in the corner of the room and inspected the dust that now coated her fingertip. ”No, no, no. This won’t do…” She muttered to herself and continued pacing around the room. Her hands slapping together as she dispersed the dust from her fingertip.
Her five inch, red, reptilian skin heels clicked and clacked along the floor as she walked, inspecting every particle of the room in the utmost as if it were simultaneously the most and least interesting place she had ever been. She was dressed in a tailored, light grey dress with darker grey accents that stretched in an oval down each side. Her curled, red hair bounced with every step she took and her dark eyes lingered on the computer screens as she analysed their contents. A furrow appeared on her brow as she spotted a screen with the same numbers that had been reported on the production of oranium just last week. That is when the Insignificance began to speak to her.
"Sirs, the facility is operating at nominal efficiency. Profit margins are up .2% and production of oranium has maintained steady numbers. I still don't understand why you chose to visit my facility. Is production displeasing in some way?"
Her nostrils flared and she clicked her tongue in the lizard’s direction without looking at it. ”Ma’am not Sir, maggot.” She then turned in one fluid motion and slapped the Insignificance across the face before placing the same hand on Drax’s plated arm as gently as a falling leaf lands upon water’s surface. ”Let the maggot know that their numbers are insufficient to Galatec’s needs. Also make it aware that we expect more than nominal performance and we certainly expect higher than 0.2% in profit margins.”
She began to step away from Drax and the Foreman before she leaned back and patted Drax on the arm once more. ”Oh and that steady numbers in production lead to a rising number in our destruction of Foreman workers. Thank you, Drax.”
Ruthalia then turned on her heel and grabbed a remote from the surface of the Foreman’s desk and strode towards the large electronic screen that overlooked the central mine shaft. She began to zoom in on random workers and groups of githkins, surveying the happenings of the areas that she had access to view. Without turning to look at Drax or the Foreman, Ruthalia smiled to herself and began to speak to the Foreman for the first time since she had arrived. ”And to answer your final question. Your face displeases me, maggot. I think it might make me a nice handbag to match my shoes, wouldn’t you say?” She clicked her heels together and barked a loud laugh as she continued surveying the monitor before her. | Name: Ruthalia Tro’liant Hert’yas Morphento
Nickname/Alias: Ruth, ThinkTank, Lady Regional, RM
Race: Iki'lek
Age: I’ve lived more years than you could possibly ever count, maggot.
Ethnicity: Iki'lek Hybrid
Gender: Gender is such a primitive thing, but I do have a fondness for the feminine attire your world has. So let’s go with female, for now.
Appearance: Ruth has two main appearances that you will see. Her public face is one that you want to give attention to yet makes you feel the need to divert your gaze at the same time as it draws you in. She opts for pale skin, sprinkled with freckles over its entirety. Her body stretches out to a modest 5’8” without the enhancements of high heels. (“These spectacular extensions for your lower appendages are absolutely marvellous!”) Her body type is that of womanly but well taken care of. When you can have any human body that you choose, why wouldn’t you give yourself what you feel is the most desirable body available?
Her eyes are generally a dark hazel shade with a very prominent black halo around the iris. Her golden, copper brown hair reaches just below her shoulders and is generally styled in some manner befitting those in the Business profession on Earth. She is a fan of feminine make-up products and has become very proficient in applying it to her face and nails. She has a mass array of different colours that suit her preferred skin tone and hair colour.
The second, and most natural, of Ruth’s appearances is not a common sight. Her race has skin that is silvery grey in colour that has a shimmering light to it. Her torso closely resembles that of a human in the sense that it holds the appendages and head together and contains almost all the vital organs. There are not just four appendages, there are fourteen. She has four arms, two at the same area as human arms and then a secondary pair sitting beneath those, protruding from the torso sides. The arms are very similar to human arms but are slightly longer, and there are six fingers on each hand with a thumb making it seven total. He does not have legs or feet, instead she has ten tendrils (see what I did there? I’m so funny…) much like an octopus or squid would have but these are full of muscle and allow her to move at high speeds and very erratically.
Her head is slightly more difficult to describe. If you imagine a generic Martian to a human you think of a bulbous upper head, longer chin area and giant, black, and bulbous eyes that are almost as big as the entire head. Well the bulbous upper half is similar to what Iki’lek heads look like. It reaches further out to the back of the cranium though, but not by much. The lower face is longer and more drawn out than a human but not quite as much as a Martian face. Both halves of the race have no nose, instead they have slits much like a snake would. The Brawn half have a large, gaping maw that allows them to bite their targets and to yell out of. The Brain half have no mouth as they communicate telepathically. For Ruth, as she is a hybrid, does not look quite like the two single halves of the Iki’lek race.
The Brawn half have smaller, more protruding eyes that face forward and have near tunnel vision while the Brain half have larger and less centralised eyes that rest closer to the sides of the skull to allow them to have a far wider range of vision. Ruth, however, has larger bulbous eyes that are slightly to the sides while still allowing her to see forward only if she so wishes thanks to her secondary set of eyelids which she can use as blinders. Her eyes aren’t black however, they are a deep, dark purple colour and her mouth is not quite as large as her Brawny brethren. She could bite onto you but probably wouldn’t be able to swallow your entire head like they could.
The final noteworthy marking of her alien appearance is that of the markings across her entire body. Her head, face, neck and spinal cord (at least what you can see of it) have sky blue markings, like that of a calligraphy pen being dragged across a piece of paper to create weaving lines that crossover and connect like a fluid tapestry. The rest of her body that you could see (basically just her arms at this point) are covered in disjointed and jagged looking maroon coloured markings. They are erratic and seem to have no pattern to them at all. Both of these markings look almost as though they are not actually on the skin, almost like they are floating on the surface of water and are in constant motion. This race has no hair on their body and, their tendrils stretched out fully, stand at around 6’5” in length from head to… toe?
Clothing: When in human form, Ruth can be found in a variety of business attire. Be it knee length pencil skirts with fitted blouses and a blazer, or perhaps she felt summery and is merely wearing an A-line skirt with a short sleeved gypsy top with a light jacket? She wears a large variety of clothing as she is so in love with it. She can also be seen in dresses, trousers, suits, shorts; basically everything at one point or another. She also will always be in high heels. There are no ifs, ands or buts about it. She will be wearing them even when she’s kicking your ass.
When she is not in her human form, Ruth’s alien body is covered in an extremely durable, high density but lightweight battle suit. It covers her entire torso and chest area but leaves her arms exposed from the shoulder areas down. Her tendrils are entirely covered and the material has strong grippers within the material that allow her to walk on any solid surface. Her hands, all four of them, wear different gloves with varying abilities which will be outlined later. The material is a light silvery grey shimmering material that closely resembles the natural skin tone so it almost looks as if she is wearing nothing and that her markings stop at her shoulders and neck area.
Personality: Ruth is a very, very, very complex individual who is, technically, not actually an individual. Her core personality is strong, cool-headed, independent, manipulative, coercive, quick thinking, highly frickin' intelligent, tactical, charismatic and determined. She is one force of a woman and if you should find yourself in her path? Be prepared to be knocked the hell down and flattened beneath her immense force of presence. She is not a person to be trifled with and she has the capability to make your life, quite literally, a living hell should she deem it productive for her needs and wants. This is the Brainy variant that you will most commonly hear about when people talk about the Regional Manager.
However, there is more than meets the eye with Ruth and it is because of this special trait of hers that she keeps her true face away from the public. She prefers to do her dealings with people from a distance but when left with no other alternative, she will get her hands dirty. This is where the rest of Ruth’s mind comes out to play. She suffers from having a divided mind and as such she has a second personality that brings out the brawn in our villainous Regional Manager.
This side of her has the ability to have a very murderous streak and I do mean that literally. If you threaten her or really push her to the brink of her patience and piss her off? Say hello to the afterlife or whatever the hell it is you believe in because you can be fairly certain you will never see this world again. (Unless the glorious leader GM decides that you get to live. Spoil sport.) It is an emotionally unstable personality that can sometimes find it difficult to be reasonable. When in this state of mind, Ruth is very one track minded in the sense that she wishes to destroy you in every single way imaginable and possible. She will make you suffer ten times over and then have you begging for your death.
Likes:
Feminine Attire
Books
Stationary
Crushing her enemies beneath her feet
Getting her own way
Slapping people across the face (“How you humans manage to stop yourselves from doing it more often is beyond me!”)
Breaking bones
Winning arguments
Dislikes:
Not getting her own way
Crushing her enemies between her fingers
Ruined books
People stealing her stationary
Going more than an hour without slapping someone across the face
Getting blood on her designer clothing
Power Rangers
Cats
Fears:
Losing her status
Failing to reach her aspiration
Having her mind altered unwillingly
Quirks: She clicks her tongue at her subordinates in moments of impatience, her fingers often drum on any hard surface when she is waiting, her eyes narrow when she is judging someone/something and she takes a long, deep breath when she is about to go all Iki’lek on your backside.
History: Ruth’s race is one of the dozens of alien species that are part of the conglomerate known as Galatec. It was after Galatec began spreading themselves into dozens of planets that the Iki’lek’s truly realised they were split so purely down the middle in terms of what they can do. So the Brains began to work on finding a way to create the perfect Iki’lek. They used whatever resources became available to them as Galatec spread throughout the galaxy to create the perfect hybrid of the two halves of their race.
Ruth was not the first iteration of this hybrid however. Oooh no no no, she was definitely not the first. She was the 42nd attempt and she was a complete accident, at least according to the scientists that created her. That was a long, long time ago so the specifics of it have all been compartmentalised in her mind and isn’t something she likes to dwell on too much. The experiments at that time of her life were hard and unforgiving but they allowed her to discover the powers and abilities that she has now. She was only reluctantly let go by the Iki’lek scientists when they were forced to explain what they were working on to the other alien species that also made up Galatec.
It was when she was discovered that Galatec chose to put her through various training regimens to master control over her excessive strengths and courses for business and management due to her increased intelligence. During her rigorous physical training and exhausting mental training it was discovered that Ruth had a very split personality. She was two entirely different people depending on what she was focusing on at the time. This could become a problem for Ruth if she ever completely loses control over herself. It was a stressful time for her as she worked to become the “woman” that she is now.
It was during high stress levels and the will to escape the constant work and training that Ruth discovered her ability to shapeshift. She wanted to be someone else and to get away without someone chasing after her. It took her some getting used to but she soon figured she could make herself look like anyone and anything so long as she focused on it in her mind firmly enough and essentially willed herself to be them. She took this opportunity to show Galatec she was useful for more than just her mind and muscles. They began using her to help settle new planets into their phase of “life”. As she could make herself look like one of the home planet species they figured it would be more appealing to hear from a “local” to how wonderful Galatec could be!
Galatec gave her the regional management position on New Earth the moment that they set foot on it. She has been there since the beginning and has been working hard to make everything run as smoothly as possible for Galatec.
Talents: Talking, feats if brute strength, crushing things, screwing with people’s minds via telepathy, hard worker, doesn’t give in easily, she doesn’t know when to quit in a fight.
Hindrances: Dealing with animals, running when she’s not wearing heels in human form, unable to swim, cannot deal with seriously high pitched noises.
Powers:
Shapeshifting – As far as she knows, she is the only Iki’lek hybrid in existence so she is unsure if this shapeshifting ability is due to her hybrid nature or because of the accident that caused her creation. She can change her entire appearance to anything that she wishes on an organic level but she cannot impersonate an existing person. Her appearances are always an amalgamation of features she has seen on various people/images etc.
Pain Inducement – Can induce pain, psychic torture through a mental link from about 10 feet away and the pain is much stronger when she is touching you.
Force-Field Generation – Can create telekinetic barriers to block various power attacks and physical weapons. (I won’t abuse this and will always let the GM decide whether or not the barrier does/can block attacks etc.)
Telepathy – Is able to read the minds of those around herself. She finds it easier to read the minds of those she has physical contact with but can read minds fairly well within the same room, however she is not limited to just this distance. She can read minds up to a 20 feet radius but the further the subject is to the edges of her zone, the less she can read clearly.
Psychometry – The ability to read the past of a non-sentient object through touch. She can see the past 24 hours of an object. Can get a sense for who has touched/used/been around various items/rooms.
Brute Strength – Can lift 20x her own weight
Telekinesis – Control objects with one's mind. Cannot move anything larger than a car door.
Equipment:
Power Gloves – Four that look identical but each have their own powers. (They’re pretty damn basic weapons in the grander scheme of things. But considering the powers she has, I didn’t want to go OTT.)
Heat Glove – Generates a high temperature on impact with a surface/person.
Cold Glove – Generates a low temperature on impact with a surface/person.
Vibro Glove – Causes vibrations on impact with a surface/person.
Smoke Glove – Allows a smoke cloud to be generated when a small button is pressed. Otherwise it is just an armoured glove that hits a tiny bit harder than a plain old fist.
Quotes: “Maggot.” “Take that filth out of my sight before I crush you.” “Watch. My. Lips.”
Theme Song: This. :)
Aspiration: Complete and utter domination of everything.
The setting sun beamed into the executive office space through the opened glass balcony doors. Floor to roof windows matched the doors and made the entire wall seem as though it weren’t even there. A large leather office chair sat at a magnificent mahogany desk. The chair was facing out towards the balcony that was situated right behind it.
A small, balding and fairly plump human male was standing in front of the desk, his hands wringing a very sweaty handkerchief out onto his highly polished black shoes. ”I-I… I can only apo-apolo-apologise L-l-lady Re-regional…” The man stumbled over his words as they tumbled from his mouth. The sound of drumming nails on leather came from the office chair that echoed around the now deathly silent room. The chair silently swivelled around to expose its occupant. The drumming abruptly stopped.
Ruthalia Morphento, Regional Manager of Galatec on New Earth, sat upon her throne and exuded importance without making a motion or a sound. Her hair was bundled upon her head in a sleek bun that made her face look more severe than usual. Her cherry red lips were pursed with irritation and her brow may not have showed a single frown line but there was most definitely a scowl heading towards the poor man before her.
“Apologies are for the pathetic. Are you one of the pathetic, Mr Grant? Don’t answer that.” Mr Grant gulped back his answer, his mouth hanging open until the moment that Ruth swiftly stood from her chair and began to walk around her desk. Her Jimmy Choo’s clicked on the marble flooring with each step until she stopped before the trembling form that was Mr Grant. “Why don’t we get some fresh air? Come, let us stand on the balcony.”
She did not wait for a response before she clicked her way out of the office. The balcony was rimmed with waist high, black coloured, steel edged, frosted glass fencing. The sun was low enough that the shadows of the other high rise buildings and skyscrapers were now casting shadows across the building. Mr Grant hurried behind Ruth and huffed as he reached the fence. He swallowed hard and saw how high from the ground they currently were, 55 stories from the ground.
“Let me explain what is going to happen, Mr Grant.” Hands clasped in front of Ruth as she rested them on the fence. She glanced to her right, watching Mr Grant as he puffed and panted. “You are going to pay for the mistakes you have made. You are going to thank me for this outcome and be grateful that worse didn’t happen to you.” Her entire body turned towards Mr Grant and a very sweet, unsettling smile spread across her face. ”Thank you for making this decision so easy to make, Mr Grant. I wish you all the best.”
Ruth’s right hand sprung forward and grabbed Mr Grant by the neck. He coughed and spluttered, his hands grasping at her delicate looking arm. His face began to turn red when she lifted him from the ground, his stubby legs dangled as she rose his body higher than the topmost edge of the balcony edging. ”Do enjoy your complimentary skydiving lesson, Mr Grant. Consider it part of your severance package.” One fluid swing of her arm and Mr Grant was no longer on the 55th floor. An echoing yell of despair and utter terror rang out and lessened to the smallest whisper before long.
Ruth made her way back into her office, closing the glass doors behind herself before settling behind her desk once more. A small yawn left her lips before she looked towards the door of her office. “Please send in my 4 o’clock.” Her thought rang out and the buzzer to her door rang out before the door opened to allow her next appointment to enter. A nervous, bespectacled woman shuffled in and looked around the room. There were no other exits from this office and the fear that spread over the woman’s face made Ruth’s face erupt into an ecstatic smile. “Please take a seat, Mrs Grant.” |
48,696 | 1,311 | 2 | 2,250 | 2,211 | It seemed that every other minute Samara was wiping a buildup of sweat away, scattering the droplets on the surface of her hand to the dirt beneath her feet. Her hands pressed down hard atop the cylinder motion tracker, one of many, that made their way into the inner chamber where both she and her boss toiled away, day after day, preparing for a revolution. After a moment of struggle, the device locked itself into the rock below it, and soon a green LED light began to blink at its base to confirm its activeness. Sighing with relief that the ordeal of installing these trackers looked to be concluded, Samara dipped her hand into one of the lower pockets of her cargo pants. Out from it had come a small pad that allowed for her to examine the status of each individual tracker she had placed. Beside each of them were status colors that indicated their conditions—power, shell integrity, and if they had picked up something heavy enough to be reported in to her mini-mainframe.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” she silently praised her efforts. As Samara had hoped, all individual motion trackers were reading the same green light that indicated their effectiveness. As long as she was in front of her computer or examining this, she’d be able to have a set of metaphorical eyes watching the standard way of entering the abandoned facility. Just as she stood up, Samara’s head cocked in the direction of her partner down the tunnel just behind her. Stowing the pad away in the very same lower pocket for the time being, she hustled down the tunnel with a pleased smile until she arrived. There, right where she had left him prior, was the man who was making everything possible with her.
“You got it to work? Great!” Samara gave him a toothy grin as she joined beside him, examining the completed morpher. Before she had left him to help secure the perimeter, she left her phone behind to play him a handful of classic songs from the past to help him focus and keep his mood positive. Taking it in hand and pausing it in the middle of one of her personal favorites, her eyes wandered back to the final morpher that was completed once she pocketed her phone. “So this is finally happening,” she realized aloud. It seemed like just yesterday they were discussing this act of rebellion, when it was actually months. To finally be in a position to take the fight to Galatec rather than cower was exhilarating, but still Samara had doubts of her own, doubts she was very much vocal about. The smile that graced her weary appearance faltered. “Are we really sure about this bunch? I know we’re desperate, but…”
Her voice and train of thoughts had trailed away. Samara was willing to put her faith in these individuals just as her partner was. However, there was a part of her that still wanted to reconsider a few of them. There was no position for them to do that anymore, she was greatly aware of that. The wheels were already in motion and to stop now would not do New Earth any good. It had to be this group, but even so she would hate it if anything happened to those that weren’t prepared for what was expected of them. They didn’t ask for this—heck, would they really be given a choice once they were brought here?
“Forget it,” shaking her head, Samara dug back into one of her lower pockets and retrieved the small pad from before. Brushing away the strands that clung to her matted forehead, she opened it up again before the Mentor and allowed him to see as she had before. Every reading was green. “Anyway, they work. If the Displacement System isn’t as slick as we hope it is, we’ll have a window to be ready to move if they manage to track it here—which they won’t.” At least not for some time, and Samara was confident about that. They had spent far too long planning for nearly every scenario to not create contingency plans. Security cameras would have been better, but beggars could not be choosers.
From office work to securing an abandoned mine for use, she never would have thought she would ended up covered in dirt and sweating more than she thought possible. Peering downward and noticing the lace of her left boot was coming loose, she had knelt down to tie it back, sighing hard as she did so. The humidity of this mine was always a bother. When the choice came between moving in the air scrubbers before the fans, the answer had been obvious at the time. But now she wasn’t so sure. Her black top was as slick as her forehead, making her heavy duty work clothes feel like a sponge.
“Remind me to finally get a fan down here once we gather them. This is ridiculous, and with my computer it’s only going to get warmer.” Standing up again, Samara’s hands settled on her hips. Despite how nervous she was, and how unbearably hot it was, she could not deny the excitement she felt at finally taking action. It was time to see if all that sneaking around and plotting was worth it after all. | Samara Morgan
Name - Samara Morgan
Nickname/Alias - N/A
Race - Human
Age - 23
Ethnicity - African-American
Gender - Female
Appearance - Neatness is always the forefront of Samara’s appearance. She stands at 5’9 with long, dark and wavy hair that flows slightly past her shoulders and light-brown eyes to accompany it. Her day-to-day outfits are inconsistent and depend entirely on her mood, but the scent of shampoo and lotion mixed together to make a sweet fragrance is rarely amiss from her person, making her scent stimulating and pleasant. Her skin is the color of caramel with a healthy and attractive sheen, making her appear as soft as her body feels. There is little to no sign of having ever gone through physically-intensive job, yet in spite of that she has more muscle in her legs than her arms thanks to the hobby of jogging and hitting a backboard for tennis.
Clothing - Samara does not have a preferential style of clothing or even color, able to go from casual jeans and t-shirt on Monday, to a red carpet premiere-style dress on Tuesday. Since her work often demands an office-girl type of dress, outside of work she can typically be seen in basic jeans ranging from faded to dark, t-shirts of various colors, and long-sleeve form-fitting shirts. Her style has no real bias; whatever is in her reach when she prepares to leave in the morning, she will take it. No ‘trend’ sets her, she sets a trend.
In The Mind
Personality - Samara is an early-to-bed, early-to-rise type of girl who doesn’t believe in wasting her day. If not passing the time by reading stories or listening to music, she is at work going beyond the necessary quota in order to impress her superiors. Because of this, some might brand her a perfectionist, and in some ways they would be right: Samara doesn’t enjoy failure, or losing. She is encouraging to others and tries to find the best qualities in them, believing that everyone has something that makes them appealing, and that there is no excuse to find yourself lonely. In the middle of being introverted and extroverted, there will be days where she would prefer to be alone, and nights where she’d prefer to live it up and party with friends.
She is well-trained in the art of ‘fair-spoken’ and ‘brazenly outspoken’, using both as needed to handle a task before her, able to switch between the two at the press of a mental button. Her ability to tolerate others varies from person to person, but she always does her best to be patient before it begins to wear thin. A bit of a strategist, Samara will often work to find the holes in various plans of action and work to fill them, which she shows through her various projects both at work and on her own time. The professional, straight-A side of her is able to be suppressed when fun is the objective of the day, knowing full well how to separate the two. Some would also call her a bit of a geek when subjects capture her interest.
However, in spite of her patience, tolerance, and ability to have fun, Samara can very much hold grudges if she is crossed in a way that she believes belittles her strengths—which is far worse than her own personal failures. Ignoring her in favor of an idea that she already proved wasn’t strong or consistent enough rubs her the wrong way. Because of this, it can be difficult for her to remain friends with someone who has the inability to listen to her. By nature she works to be the best at what it is she does, and often times her grudges can result in a temporary lack of socializing. However, should she be insulted to the point it equals her humiliation, Samara will avoid that individual whenever possible and, should they be unavoidable day-by-day, she will address them as blandly as possible without looking at them directly, preventing further deterioration of her mood.
Likes - Success in her tasks, praise for her ideas and solutions, criticizing flawed plans and ideas, scented candles and pleasant aromas, a good sense of humor, reading, music, films, dancing and singing, inspiring others, the sound of rain and quiet thunder, being right.
Dislikes - Anyone better than her at her strengths, consistent loud disruptions to a peaceful atmosphere, being ignored, flaws in design or strategy, terrible smells, being wrong, not being taken seriously.
Fears - Failing people that count on her, her family being harmed, being unable to accomplish something put before her, being isolated from others for too long, no one caring about her, heights, uncontrolled flames.
Quirks - Samara has a habit of singing when she believes she’s alone, typically that of R&B and some hardcore rap, with the lyrics sometimes—not always—reflecting what kind of mood she’s in. When something bothers her, or if she believes that something being done is an inconvenience, she will momentarily smile a little and break eye contact with anyone ahead of her.
Where They’ve Been
History - Samara is the oldest of three girls born to the Morgan family. The daughter of a successful advertising agent—company-running Henry Morgan—and former tennis star Keisha Morgan—formerly Keisha Young, her early aspirations had always been flexible. By four years old she wanted to play tennis like her mother. By five years old she wanted to run a company of her very own. By six years old, she had wanted to be both of those things at once. Her father had prioritized education and told her that she’d know what she wanted to be when the time came, and Samara had stuck to that ever since. However, even though he gave her all the tools necessary to learn and grow outside of the school system, there was plenty enough room for her to have a healthy social life and make friends at school. The early-to-bed and early-to-rise mentality had been adopted from both parents; when her father had gotten up for work, Samara was often awake too, nose deep in literature with a quiet tune in the background.
One day she overheard her father speaking of a major offer being given to him by a company known as Galatec. They wanted his advertising agency to begin spreading news about Galatec’s imminent arrival and the things they intended to bring with them. It wasn’t a surprise that a company needed his help, and what they offered both him and his employees for their services was a significant bonus that he didn’t have the heart to refuse. After a little research and dozens of phone calls made, Henry had agreed and begun to lay the foundation to welcome Galatec’s arrival to New Earth. For reasons unknown to Samara her father had ended up taking a short leave of absence from home, but wasn’t willing to disclose where. Her mother assured her children that he would be back before they knew it. Thankfully, she was right, something Henry often complimented her on. But Henry was different when he returned. Anything brought into the household had to be checked over by him first. If it was any food or water, it had to be examined with care, and the food had to be eaten organically, denying anything processed.
It wasn’t until education was no longer required that Samara had begun to ask why, with her father assuring her that he’d explain it to her in time. That time came sooner than expected. Everything was about Galatec; they were all over the news, and the friends Samara made at school had begun to talk about them with more affection than they ever had their math homework. It didn’t take long for her to figure out that Galatec wasn’t what they said they were. The appeal in their products was extremely exaggerated and their marketing strategy was lackluster on their own. Her father wasn’t giving it his all in selling the product, but he was doing just enough to keep his job with them—they had absorbed any other smaller businesses and brought them into the fold.
It was her mind that saved her from hard labor. She had begun to work with her father for Galatec, all while gradually understanding that they were doing something to the populace that they couldn’t prevent on their own. Samara was instructed to keep her head down and work diligently to avoid catching their eye, and so she did. To ease the load of pressure off of her father, Samara’s previous ambitions had disintegrated in favor of keeping her family taken care of. Her father was at work with someone within the company (The Mentor) and eventually she was introduced to them personally, being praised for her ability to accomplish anything related to technology, time management, and creative thinking.
The days of her early youth, pretending she was a crime fighter, were soon coming to life. Learning of a resistance in the shadows that worked to bring Galatec’s crimes to light were a source of inspiration for her to continue working in a bleak, dream-deprived world that didn’t want her ideas to bolster humanity, but instead keep them kneeling. Samara may not wear a suit, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t fight the battle against Galatec in her own way.
Talents - Samara is skilled on electronic devices ranging from portable to supercomputer; she can type quickly, break down information in front of her at a higher-than-average rate, and understand nearly any program or device placed in front of her in record time. Although her ability on a computer is worthy of recognition, she also has a natural knack for public speaking, something she’d credit her father for. Lastly, she’s lithe; none of her tech savvy had prevented her from frequently exercising.
Hindrances - Emotionally, Samara can hold on to the worst situations she’s found people in, especially if it has hurt her in some fashion. Because of this, she is absolutely terrible at moving past a bad interaction and has nearly no shame in holding on to it. Physically, Samara is quick on her feet, but when it comes to self-defense she is limited without a weapon in hand, making her extremely vulnerable if unprepared for a worst-case scenario of imminent capture.
Powers - N/A
Equipment - Samara’s cellular device contains images of things dear to her, also serving as her MP3 device and portable information retriever. It is protected by a red casing that not only stops physical damage, but also prevents water from damaging an already water-proof case. If she has no music, she may as well be another Galatec drone.
Bonus Round
Quotes - No.
Theme Song - Never.
Aspiration - Freeing New Earth. Everything else has become secondary. |
48,697 | 1,311 | 3 | 2,301 | 766 | Adelram Drax
"Foreman Jo'ones." The towering artificially intelligent warrior took a long step forward, towering over the six foot tall reptilian.
"0.2% profit margins are insufficient. Galatec requires additional resources in order to fund our conquests. Failure to do so may result in you or one of your compatriot's faces being recycled into a fashion accessory for Madam Ruthalia. Please consider this fact as you steadily and proudly increase your profit output."
GD-002-17, commonly referred to as Adelram Drax, kept his massive steel arms politely behind his back as he spoke. His voice was even-toned and without malice, but the message was quite clear. He didn't have to resort to tones or double messages to be an imposing figure. Without waiting for the Foreman to respond, Adelram's dome-shaped helmet snapped toward the direction of Ruthalia.
"Madam Ruthalia, I have informed the Foreman of your commands." Adelram dutifully informed the Regional Manager of his success.
He took in information at an incredible speed, noticing petty details others wouldn't consider. For the few brief seconds he was able, he observed the Madam flick through the camera positions, gracing upon nameless miners. Nameless to anyone but Drax. He connected a face with a name, a gait with an identity. All of it, crammed into his shiny metallic head of his.
James O'hara, Yuri Sokolov, Oliver Johnson, Leelo Sheea, Alvin-
The names of Galatec's humble servants flashed like lightning in front of his eyes. Truly, his creators were one of ultimate expansion. Dominating other living creatures was an interesting purpose to exist. | Name: GD-002-17
Nickname/Alias: Adelram Drax, Goliath
Race: Android/Robot
Age: 7
Ethnicity: N/A
Gender: "Male"
Appearance: "Adelram Drax" never comes out of his armor, (nor is he able) but if you were to somehow forcefully remove him, you would find a black exoskeleton standing at about six feet tall. Two lidless life-like human eyes supported by a wire-frame replica of the human skull, and a mass off wires and micro-ships where the brain would be. The rest is simply an empty frame, able to walk, talk, and manipulate objects. No other special qualities exist in Adelram's most basic form.
Clothing: The armor is the skin to Adelram's skeleton. It bolsters his hight to a towering 10-feet 8 inches tall. His massive shoulder-plates absorb the lower half of his head, only a small done with two glowing narrow slits for eyes peak over his shoulders. The slits glow a brilliant yellow, and are made of a resillient glass formula. His arms and legs are like stone pillars, impossible to lift to anyone outside the suit. It's plated and reinforced to the point of making Adelram a walking tank. The outer plates are painted a navy blue, while the lower layer of armor is cloud-gray. The gray peaks out every once in a while, mostly at the joints.
His feet are large oval-shaped appendages, emitting a small amount of what looks like steam from his ankles whenever he takes one of his massive steps.His hands are also heavily armored on the outside, but both of his palms have yellow circles embedded into them that pulsate and shimmer with energy. The word Galatec is emblazened in white paint on his left breast-plate, and his ID number is marked obscurely on his right shoulder.
In The Mind
Personality: GD-002-17 is an emotionless and detatched war-machine. His only purpose in existence is to serve Galatec with ultimate and unwavering loyalty. When not in combat, he stands as still as a statue, spoken only when spoken too. He swivels his skull-cap to any noise or event that happens, a silent but all-noticing observer to conversations that happen in his field of view.
When he talks, Adelram is respectful and soft-spoken, even if his voice resonates clearly and loudly. It's a monotone voice, with inflections only when appropriate. He speaks efficiently, attempting to get whatever point he wishes to make in as little words as possible. But most of the day, he simply stands on guard, ready and willing to serve his corporate over lords.
Likes: Adelram likes anyone or anything that Galatec tells him to like.
Dislikes: Adelram dislikes anyone or anything that Galatec tells him to dislike.
Fears: He as a programmed fear of disobeying commands. It never really comes up.
Quirks: His only quirk is that he does nothing all day long when not fighting or out on a mission.
Where They’ve Been
History: GD-002-17 is the second Android of the "Galatec Defender" program, started when Galatec was just beginning to become a power-house in the intergalactic community. He's the second and the last Galatec Defender to come out of the program. It was cancelled after the cost of units such as himself began to climb into the hundreds of millions. The scientists had named GD-002-17 as a department injoke, giving him the name most know him as, Adelram Drax.
When Adelram awoke in that strange operating cell as a bare exoskeleton, his purpose in his life was clear: Serve Galatec and vanquish it's enemies. Artificial Intelligence, modified to contain undying loyalty to the cause of corporate expansion. The perfect soldier. Still, the project was canned by higher management. It was simply too great of a cost for one warrior. They had greater plans in mind for the Githkin.
He was welded into his battle-suit that he remains in today, and was transported to various fronts of Galatec expansion, sent in as an enforcer to subdue any violent uprisings. Most of the time, his appearence calmed the small uprisings as soon as contact was made. Recently, his handlers told him to go to New Earth as the new Regional Manager there may have a use for him.
Talents:
Adelram's first line of attack is his intimidating stature. All potential enemies he's encountered thus far may have fought against the Githkin, but seeing him lumber forward, weapon in hand, usually causes any .5% of rebels to stand down.
Speaking of weapons, his is a well experienced and well progammed fighting machine with melee and ranged weapons.
He also contains a history of military tactics and is a capable military commander.
He can also run at speeds of up to 40 MPH if given enough room to build up momentum.
He can also be an effective construction worker if the need becomes apparent.
Hindrances:
He'll sink like a rock to the bottom of any water source, and would have to be retrieved from the bottom of he gets stuck.
If his combat sensor is destroyed, his situational awareness is greatly limited.
Powers:
Super Strength: Adelram can lift incredibly heavy objects and weaponry.
Painless: Adelram cannot feel pain.
Rotate: His upper-half is on an axis, allowing him rotate his upper-body freely. It does have some restrictions though, and if it's damaged he will snap back into front-facing position.
Equipment:
Energy Manipulators: The source of this awesome power are the discs embedded in the palms of his hand. Making various hand motions, Adelram can activate a multitide of different energy powers.
One of them is a large kinetic wave designed to push back enemies.
Another is the ability to create a line of energy on the ground that can potentially keep enemies isolated and helpess in the air for a short amount of time.
And finally, he can create a half-sphere of protection in front of him that can withstand a certain amount of damage before shattering.
He can also transfer this power into his legs, allowing him to make incredibly long jumps as long as he has enough running momentum. Other wise he just goes straight up into the air.
Once his energy is used up, it will have to recharge over a long period of time. The discs in his palms will dim and go out.
Situational Awareness Sensor: Build into his upper-back is small sensor allowing him to detect movement and enemies in full 360 degrees. Otherwise, he would just have his limited vision.
Battle-Axe: He wields a huge double-sided battle axe, more for crushing than slicing. It glows yellow with energy on the tip of each blade, giving it incredible penetrating power to any armored targets.
Hand Cannon: Resting in a large holster on his side is an Adelram Drax sized hand cannon. It fires powerful high explosive bolts in clips of 5 before he needs to reload.
Rockets: Embedded in his fore-arm is a launcher that can protrude upwards, allowing for anti-personnel rockets to be fired.
Bonus Round
Quotes:
"..."
"The simulation has been run a thousand times. Enemy victory chance estimated to be 0%."
"..."
Theme Song: i dunno
Aspiration: File not found.
"Citizens, remain calm." The towering Adelram Drax's calm voice penetrated the chaos of the fleeing civilians. The people were like a school of fish, Adelram like a shark, the fleeing civilians dare not come more than six feet near the imposing figure.
"The insubordination will be silenced. Remain calm." Eventually, all the citizens were gone, running blindly down the street. The Githkin emplacement was in flames, long plumes of smoke rose lazily from it's block-like structures. Githkin casualties were reported, Adelram had been assigned a squad of Githkin to investigate and dispose of the terrorist attack. He reached a massive hand and gripped the long handle of his Battle-Axe sheathed over his back. He yanked it out and activated it, and the yellow sheen glimmered in the morning sun.
"Advance." The Githkin moved in front of him in formation. They reached the middle of the outpost. The Githkin looked impatient, ready for a fight.
"This is both a warning and a chance to the proprietors of this attack. Surrender now, and the law may be merciful to you and your compatriots. You have ten seconds to comply."
The only response was the crackling of the fire. For ten long seconds, Adelram stood still, staring straight ahead. Suddenly, a large group of rebels made themselves apparent, bursting through the windows of a burning building. There were twelve of them, clad in green glowing armor. The Githkin opened fired at the oncoming squad. Some fell over, others dodged the shots. Adelram noticed something, eleven of the twelve enemy insurgents weren't creating any movement in his combat sensors. He grabbed his handcannon and fired a blazing shot towards the one on the far left. The other soldiers vanished, and the one he shot at went flying backwards. Some Githkin charged towards the green agent. Suddenly, a red beam burst from a nearby house slammed against Adelram's armor.
The heat was intense, but the android clenched his left hand then made it flat, a hand motion creating an energy shield. The beam bounced off and went careening into the sky. Following the crimson beam was another enemy, this one in red armor. The red agent kept up the heat, also firing a pistol of some kind at the shield. A few cracks began to appear in the frame of the shield where the red agent concentrated their fire. With another subtle hand-motion, Adelram switched the shield into a powerful blast, firing it towards the red soldier. As if from nowhere, another enemy, clad in blue, dashed in front of the blast and raised a large shield. They took the brunt of the blast, sliding backwards kicking up dust in their trail. Taking advantage of the grouped up enemies, Adelram made a fist and pounded the ground in the direction of the red and blue agents. The ground exploded towards them like a snake in the grass, before beams of light lifted them five feet higher in the air. They tried to gain their balance in mid-air, but to no avail.
Adelram hefted his axe and began walking towards them, but another agent interrupted. A bright yellow flash dazzled his vision. His robotic eyes switched to a different spectrum of light a few seconds later, but the red and blue foes were already gone. Switching back to visible light, Adelram was mounted upon by two more enemies, clad in yellow and pink. They embedded blades into his shoulders, hacking at his armor. Instead of whacking at them in vain, Adelram began to rotate. He began to spin on an axis, before long he was picking up a large amount of speed. The yellow agent nimbly dismounted, but the pink agent stayed for too long and was thrown off. They crashed into the ground in a pile of dust, and before they could get up two Githkin descended on them. But the two Githkin soldiers were shot down, and Adelram looked to his left to see the red agent again, pistol smoking.
Adelram awaited the arrival of yet another insurrectionist, but the moment did not arrive. The red agent looked expectantly at the towering android, and Adelram attempted to deliver. Raising his left fore-arm, a small box protruded, and two rockets sped towards the red-clad foe. One rocket veered off, but the second their shoulder, sending them spinning to the ground. They looked wounded, and the other agents seemingly materialized from the chaos of battle to protect him. The blue, the pink, the yellow, and five more greens fought off the Githkin, and helped the red agent up.
Adelram took the opportunity and charged forward, axe over his head. They all scattered beneath his blade as it crushed the ground. They began peppering him with small arms fire. He returned with his own projectiles, missiles and pistol rounds. It was a long winded fire-fight, the agents dodging, blocking, sometimes tripping from a rocket that got too close. Soon, they all looked as if they had had enough, and began to make their escape. Dodging and slicing through a few Githkin, another brilliant flash of light prevented Adelram from following close behind.
When Adelram's vision returned, he saw the green agent, doing a ridiculous dance on a nearby rooftop. Adelram dashed forward, charging up his jump, before rocketing into the air. He slammed into the green agent, crushing him completely. Crushing him so much so as there was no blood or sign of the green terrorist anywhere.
If Adelram were capable, he would have felt embarrassed.
He looked upon the battlefield, half of his troops a puddle absorbing into the dirt, and the terrorists gone. He registered this as a military defeat, and raised his power estimate of the squad of terrorists to a considerably higher level. |
48,698 | 1,311 | 4 | 1,966 | 2,601 | Michael Sonnen
The light from his helmet showed poorly through the rusty hue of the cave. He always took note of the small things, the inconsequential details that seemed so minuscule that it was nearly worthless at the time. In the long run, they were just things to distract him. A sequence of intuitive observations to keep him sane, to keep him from acting on his emotions. He furrowed his brows while his large fingers felt the raw surface of the cavern.
He moved on mentally and decided to remind himself of his duties.
Mineshaft 27... he mused to himself, always moving forward. The rock here is hard, harder than Dumas anyway.
Michael pounded on the rock and felt the echo of his impact flow back through him. they had worked meticously to keep the mine strong, either that or it was a New Earth-made fortress. Natural and wholly unmoving. The Red Rock mines were certainly for Class 3 miners and above, and now he could see why. Novices would ruin it; they would waste precious veins, get lost in the winding and dazing tunnels, or die from unexpected drop or fall. He hadn't been in there for more than a few mintues when he stumbled upon one himself. Nearly slipped down into a dark pit.
It hadn't taken long for the mines to widen. The entrance had been massive but he could tell from the walls afar that it would be narrow before widening again. He felt like water might had carved its path through it once but its absence was unnerving to his judgement. Not a sound of a river or drop anywhere. Only heat and humidity had blown from its hollow halls now.
Finally he peered into the dark, where his helmet's light revealed stalactites arcing the cave ceiling and stalagmites dotting the floor way down and near the walls. A heavy breath left him as he unraveled the map from his pocket to place himself and his goal in perspective. His uniform was already half way off, the sleeves tied around his waist and hanging near his ankles. The gray-shirt he wore was stained by sweat... his cousin's daily planner was tucked in his back pocket.
"Not too long now," he said softly, before sliding the map back in his pocket. He readjusted the circlet of rope over his shoulder and picked up his pickaxe; he eyed the blast sticks nervously before packing those up as well.
Maybe I should go back and get things straightened out. | Name: Michael Sonnen.
Nickname/Alias: Mike, Son (close friends), Mikey, Meeka (mother).
Race: Human.
Age: 20.
Ethnicity: African American.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Michael has a overall roguish countenance with boyish features that marks him as a baby-face by most. His cheeks are round and his eyes hazel, a rare mutation inherited from his mother. His thick eyebrows have a almost feral shape to them, melding with his youthful look. However the eyes underneath them are--admittedly--filled with age. His athletic frame is more slim than sturdy and with arms that have sculpted its form in the mine shafts, its quite efficient to say that he looks adequately prepared for a fight. He stands at a semi-average height of 5'11" and can be spotted by the close, dark cut he sports. His hands are calloused from his years of labor and his mahogany skin marked with scars and cuts from injuries. One particular scar cuts across the right side of his nose and stops below his eye.
Clothing: Though he works for Galatec like any other person, his reasons are vastly different. It's more so to blend in. This is falls in line with his want for acceptance. Like other youth's his age, he dresses fashionably in urban casual clothing. At times he can be seen wearing solid colored t-shirts beneath flannels, jackets, or hoodies. Other times, he could be seen sporting sweaters or simple tees. Accessories are bit too expensive for him, no watches, rings, or necklaces is worth the meager pay he's getting. Every once-in-awhile, when its chilly, he'll wrap a scarf around himself but that's just about it. His footwear usually consists of boots or sneakers, all of them different shapes. He has no preferences.
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In The Mind
Personality: Indecision and Resolve, its a contradiction that Michael happens to work with. Torn between his obligations to his family, his chosen path, and his desire to maintain peace; Michael can be quite the closeted person. Before, he had always tried to live a simple life, one that couldn't be pointed out from any other but as time moved on he found his complacency doing more harm than good. And because of this, he found that guilt quickly tore him apart on the inside. He had always been emotional. Even as a boy he could cry at the smallest of things. Because of how others nitpicked at him, he became reserved, holding his emotions in and letting them out in a more refined manner. Often or not, their pointed and strong, if not wholly direct and obvious.
Modest as he was, Michael's emotions were still very much wild. His insight and sensitivity allowed him to empathize with those around him. As a mine worker he often looked on his co-workers and family with sadness. The propaganda, the brain-washed like devotion towards Galatec; it all felt very wrong. The conditions of their job was grave too but he bared it to be with them. This being said, his loyalty to those he love is steel-strong. Which can be a bad thing and a good depending on the situation. He also has a knack for being generous, trying to help others needlessly. When socializing he picks and chooses his words, its a habit he picked so as to not arouse suspicion from others that he may be different. In a nutshell, he's only human. Certain things about him could be described as faulty but he knows that everything he does come from a good place and tries to show it through his actions.
Likes: Michael enjoys the sounds of smoldering rock music, its dream-like and smoky acoustics tend to uplift him and bring him to clarity. As mentioned below he studies geology a bit, investing himself in learning about the rocks he work around and the fractures that could potentially cause accidents. His favorite dish is enchiladas, the mixture of cheese, meat, and vegetables are a classic for him. It always brings a smile to his face. He also enjoys driving. Whether that be to the store or just to rock out to some music and get some thinking done. When colors are brought into question, his favorite has always been charcoal.
Dislikes: On the flipside of his rock fetish, Michael tends to dislike expansive open spaces. The feeling of being vulnerable there makes him queasy and upsets his stomach. He also has a dislike of spiders. This developed when he was younger, working in the mines. He dislikes sweets too, candy or cakes are out of the question for him; his teeth are sensitive. And being around too many people can make him anxious. Judgmental people can lead to unwarranted attention and that could lead to him being discovered as different.
Fears: Fears are rampant in a world where one can be perceived as different. MIchael has many fears. Discovery for wanting to remove Galatec's tight grip on New Earth is one of them. He's certain that death or imprisonment would follow if they ever found out. He also has a fear of moles and rats, these were also developed in the dark mines when he was younger. Oddly enough he also fears Galatec, the aliens are mysterious to him, a curtain behind many veils. But more than anything else, he fears that his family will end up like his cousin, thanking the hand that drove the knife into their backs.
Quirks: Michael often thumbs the scar across his nose. It itches every once in awhile, causing him to rub the length of it. When he morphs into the Red Ranger he has a habit of saying "We fight for today!" before charging into an open confrontations. And when fighting he tends to swing his pickaxe with a expert skill, though his unarmed combat is sloppy and unrefined.
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Where They’ve Been
History: Average. What could that have been he wondered at a very young age. His birth was unremarkable and his life up until its eleventh year was too. That was when he realized that the things he noticed were vastly different than what others saw. His insight came to life that year and it begun what he liked to call his "blending". His mother: Valerie and father: Patrick was both workers underneath Galatec. So was his elder brother and cousin. When he turned eleven he too was sent to the mines for hard labor. Something about it was off, though he didn't really think much about because his family seemed okay with it. It wasn't until he met a little girl around the same age, who worked in the mines and exhausted herself daily, did he think,
This isn't right...
Later that year she hurt herself in the mines. To the point that she couldn't life anything over forty pounds. Michael always kept that in the back of his head, for whatever reason it stuck with him. Eventually seeing kids his age and younger became normal, though it was more than normal to the others. It was accepted and morally right. There was nothing wrong with watching a child struggle to lift his pickaxe, to watch him shy away from the smoldering heat and debris, to get injured and carried away. But that was just life in the mines. Outside it seemed perfectly typical. People shopped, people laughed, people even loved. It was life. But at the same time, it was twisted. Galatec was praised and worshipped more than any religion in history. Beliefs were focused on them, trust was given without thought.
Michael pondered infinitely, taking notes of the rights and wrong he had observed. Ultimately he convinced himself that as long as his family was happy, that it was fine. So he continued to look at the propaganda that drowned his world, occasionally nudging his father or mother when they did something unethical for Galatec. When they would lash out at him, whether that be tender or agitated, he would always joke it off.
His views on Galatec changed when his cousin died in the mines. He was with her when it happened and it was her final words that drove him down his path. As she laid limp beneath a metal canister; rocks toppled over her bleeding body, she uttered.
"Don't worry, Mikey... Galatec will take care of you-"
It was then that he knew things needed to change. Months after her funeral, as he worked the mines with his father who mourned and brother who withdrew into himself; Michael couldn't help thinking of them. He wanted to free them so badly that simply being quiet about Galatec pained him with guilt. At night he staid up, losing sleep over it. If he had said something, would Courtney be alive now? he thought that often. The bad thing was, his father and brother still thought highly of Galatec. It was as if it was impossible to resist them. He decided he hated them himself.
Talents: Michael's talents aren't many, though they are pretty remarkable. In school he was the star of his soccer team, excelling at the sport. In the mines he gained a praticed aptitude with his pickaxe, usuing it for all sorts of labor and knowing its advantages and disadvantages respectfully. He also became a rather seasoned scholar in the rocks around him. He started studying geology so that he could perform his job better and notice the weaknesses in certain structures or walls. His eyes have also become rather sharp due to having to work in the dark tunnels of the mines, along with his instincts for danger. He's come to rely on these often.
Hindrances: Unfortunately his talents are met with hindrances as well. He's week in the mathematics departments, many things technical escapes him. Mostly due to the fact that he ignores these things out of . He's also pretty bad with strategies, finding it easier to just go with the flow of things. And perhaps his biggest flaw is his indecision about breaking Galatec's hold on New Earth. At the cost of peace, is it really worth it?
Powers: None.
Equipment: Morpher, Personal Communicator, His cousin's daily planner.
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Bonus Round
Quotes: "We fight for today!"
Theme Song: Throne
Aspiration: To secure the safety and future of his loved ones.
It’s Morphin’ Time!
Color Designation: Red
Primary Weapon: Pickaxe Scythe. While it resembles a Pickaxe greatly, its length and reach is more scythe-like. The hard-light this weapon is made tends to flare violently when swung.
Energy Shield: Kite Shield with a Pick Axe on its face. Like his scythe, this shield flares violently.
Blaster Design: A long, crimson revolver with red and black swirling towards the barrel. It is rather archaic in design with a slow fire-rate but powerful bullets.
Powers: The Red Ranger possesses the ability to fire beams of concentrated heat energy via hands and feet. This heat is enough to burn through solid rock when concentrated over time and can be utilized in combat through quick strikes.
Zords: For now, you won’t start with any zords. In fact, getting them will be among the first few missions. When you get a zord, keep track of it here. Until then, leave this space empty.
"Ma, you should think about yourself now. Your job will get done, I promise you."
She was bedridden but still thinking of Galatec. It was hard not to scowl or keep his fist from clenching. As she reminded him of their metaphorical debt to them, he had to make himself busy to keep her from noticing the deep scowl that etched his face. He moved to grab the tray of food next to her bed before mentioning his schedule for the next couple of days. They were different from usual for some reason, he was working without his father and brother and that worried him. He didn't tell her that part, she would have only told him to trust them or something like that.
By the time he left the hospital dark had suffused with light and opened the door for the stars and moon. Michael sighed as he walked out, his hands tucked in his pockets as he shied away from the cold. His pops and brother should've been home; their shifts over. Unfortunately for him, his night was just getting started. Dressed in his uniform--a sophisticated material that tilted on being overhauls--Michael believed he could make the drive there in an hour. Give or take five minutes depending on traffic.
His outdated vehicle rumbled to life once he ignited it. The contrast between his car and everyone else's were obvious. His was outdated even for those that had cars from twenty years ago. He held a grip on the rusty steering wheel, his head nearly touching it as he thought on his mother's condition. Working with upper Galatec meant many things to the working class, it meant she was honest, that she was respectable, worth admiration. But above everything else, it meant she was worth being stepped on.
Poisoned... someone poisoned her! Crap! He could feel every muscle of his body tightening.
Michael slammed his fist against the steering wheel before siting up and driving off. If he thought about Galatec's crimes right before going to work, he found it hard to act casual if not under their control. So he tried to clear his mind by playing some music. He played an old band, the kind whose music could make you dream and see armies clashing beneath red suns.
"Just work your shift and make it home. That's all you have to do" he told himself. |
48,699 | 1,311 | 5 | 2,305 | 2,032 | Tommy could feel the grime mounting on him as he climbed into a particularly tight tunnel, a tunnel probably too tight for his newfound friend to crawl through. Sure, no one had spoken during the last three hours at all except for the three githkin, who seemed to alternate between the word "Faster" and the word "Work," but Tommy was sure this person working with him would be his friend anyway, everyone likes friends!
He made his way through the tunnel, which seemed to only get tighter as he went through. Tommy's stomach growled loudly, an indicator of the hunger he was trying to avoid thinking about. Still, that was no matter. It only meant that it would be more satisfying when he finally got to eat! Ah, the lovely taste of his meal for the day was waiting for him when he got home. However, the thoughts of food were violently banished as Tommy hit his head on the top of the tunnel. "Owww..." he said, rubbing the newly formed bruise on his head. Apparently he had lost track of what he was doing, but the bump came just in time. It looked like the tunnel here actually widened before ending in a small niche, and he could spot a fresh ore vein waiting to be mined within it. Perfect!
As he turned back to tell Oliver and the githkin of his new discovery, Tommy started singing a small tune. "300 piles of rocks in the mine, 300 piles of rocks! Take one down, mine it out, 299 piles of rocks in the mine..." It was not the first time Tommy had sang that song today, and it likely wouldn't be the last. If he sang he could keep his spirits up and not get pulled down by his situation... right? | Name: Tommy Reese. Gawd, can't you read the title?
Nickname/Alias: The Toy Maker
Race: Humany Human of Humaness
Age: 21
Ethnicity: Tommy is ancestrally japanese, but this being the future and all he doesn't really know much about what that means except for him looking slightly different.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tommy is a tall, lanky guy standing at around 6 feet 1 inch and weighing 140 pounds. He's a bit thinner than he ought to be for his height, and that's due to refusing to ingest foods made by galatec. He has a disorganized, greasy mane of black hair which reaches the back of his neck, and he sometimes ties it in a knot if it gets in the way of his mining work. Tommy's face is somewhat bonier than would be expected for its round build, another unfortunate symptom of undernourishment, but it still has visible smile creases.
Clothing: Being a person who is naturally hip to the jive of New Earth, Tommy adheres to the latest fashion trends sweeping the planet! These include, and are very limited to: torn denim, torn shirts, and dirty miner garb. He usually wears a utility belt on his trousers which includes all sorts of scrap metal he finds lying around, tools and other odds and ends. Usually he'll also carry a toy made of scrap metal, something like a little robot with glowing eyes or a toy gun. Tommy also wears a necklace with a sphere on it which emits a certain red wave length of light. This light counteracts some of the effects of galatec's lightning, and is one of the reasons he has been able to maintain his free will throughout the enslavement of New Earth.
In The Mind
Personality: Tommy is described by his friends as jolly and full of life, even though his appearance would make you think that he is anything but. He's an eternal optimist, always hoping for the best and trying to achieve it if at all possible. This is both his greatest virtue and his most terrible shortcoming, as with such optimism comes a certain naivete' that can be easily manipulated. Despite this, Tommy can still be described as somewhat wise. While he will always expect the best of people, he's also experienced plenty in his relatively short life, and can always be counted on to help a friend in need.
Building and creating are both huge components of Tommy's life. He feels that given a bit of raw material and some time, he can always make something that will be useful to someone, or failing that, make them smile. He also has a certain affinity for knowing what makes things tick. He enjoys learning how things work and how they could be made better. This love of creation is why he appreciates all creative pursuits that sentient life can engage in (well, unless it's creating horrible propaganda to enslave the human race at any rate, that kinda sucks), including painting, writing, sculpting and all manner of different things.
Likes: Children, Animals, Creative pursuits, the company of others.
Dislikes: Negativity, Bare floors/walls, the color black.
Fears: While Tommy is an optimist, his worst fear, cultivated for years by his family (and for good reason), is the loss of sanity. He is well aware that everything in his environment has been engineered by galatec for his enslavement and addiction, and as such he tries to deflect this fear by being as overwhelmingly positive as he can.
Quirks: With what little raw material Tommy can sneak away from his job, Tommy makes toys on the side. Usually these will be children's toys, meant to make the little ones happy. Adults can appreciate his work too however, as he makes chess sets and other more complex things as well. This is why he is called the toy maker by his friends and family, and during holidays and birthdays, he always gives the most creative gifts.
Tommy also has a strange quirk with decorating, namely that he likes doing it all the time, as does his family. This is for two reasons, the first being that he simply hates bare walls and boring rooms. The second is that Tommy is well aware that the environment is specifically crafted by Galatec(tm) for his enslavement, and as such, he rebels by trying to make it his own.
Where They’ve Been
History: Tommy's life is very much defined by defiance to circumstance. His family, consisting of only his parents; Jenna and Lee were of the 99.5% of humanity that could be affected by galatec drugs and mind altering affects. However, they were lucky enough to understand where everything was going. To be frank, Tommy's parents were hippies to begin with and had a distrust of corporations. At first the family could easily avoid Galatec by raising their own food and simply avoiding Galatec products, but as Galatec became more of a permanent fixture for New Earth life, they also made sure that such resources were no longer available. Soon enough, humanity was working slave shifts in various dangerous positions and all the "1984" references Jenna and Lee constantly made became a reality. Well, with the added bonus of aliens.
Tommy's teen years were spent mining with the rest of his family in Red Rock, digging up resources for Galatec and otherwise suffering through it. While Tommy's parents very much despaired, Tommy himself always kept the family happy. For whatever reason, he had been imbued with a certain optimism that neither of his parents possessed, and this allowed them to keep fighting for their freedom. Galatect took the farm? Time to buy food off the black market. Galatec controlled all entertainment? Tommy got into crafting to make sure that he could make his own. As everyone else willingly gave their freedom to Galatec, Tommy, Lee and Jenna made sure that they would never be controlled by the greedy corporation. While food off of the black market was expensive and it was difficult to feed everyone, at least they were free.
After 5 years of horrible conditions and undernourishment, Tommy came upon a breakthrough. One of the blue lights that Galatec used had broken down, and Tommy managed to steal it before it could be fixed. Using whatever he could for next few weeks, he managed to understand how it worked and the effects it had on humans. By reverse engineering it, he made a special necklace that could create a reverse effect to the Galatec lights, stimulating alertness in the user rather than submission and depression. Tommy managed to make several of these necklaces and hide them well, but unfortunately, those that had already eaten Galatec food, which was most of his friends, could not be saved from their addictions. They did however, become more aware of the state they were in... and freer than they were previously.
It is now the present. Tommy is still undernourished, as his family, but at least they retain their most important asset: their freedom. Even some of his friends, though still addicted to Galatec drugs, are at least aware of what has become of them. Perhaps in due time Tommy, will be able to free his friends... and that's all he hopes for right now. Spreading freedom and happiness to at least the few people closest to him.
Talents: While Tommy isn't an engineer per say, he has a certain skill with crafting things from raw materials, and understanding what makes things tick. With his past environment being very limiting in regards to this particular talent, he hasn't been able to craft much more than simply toys. However, given more resources, Tommy would quickly learn how to build more advanced things.
Hindrances: Tommy is, unfortunately, very easy to take advantage of. Tommy likes to believe that most people's intentions are pure and innocuous, and unless something literally has the galatec logo on it, he is likely to believe it. Being malnourished for most of his teenage years has also made him weaker to disease, and as such he gets sick fairly often. His frailty also extends to his physical power. Tommy is physically weak, which is not ideal when one is a power ranger.
Powers: N to the A biatch.
Equipment:
Blue Photon Morpher
Red-Light-Emitting Necklace
Utility belt with a bunch of tools including mining equipment, scrap metal and crafting tools.
Ripped up miner clothes.
Bonus Round
Quotes: "I remember the last time you faced me... it really blew! Get it, because I'm the blue ranger? Get it?!"
Aspiration: Tommy would like to make others happy, as much as he can.
It’s Morphin’ Time!
Color Designation: Blue
Primary Weapon: Tommy's primary weapon is a warhammer constrict attached to string. He can always whack a dude with it, which is usually how it goes, but sometimes you just need to hit one guy in the head with a hammer while you shoot another one in the chest with your blaster. The warhammer is naturally made of blue light, but it's shiny and glorious as opposes to Galatec's mellow and pacifying.
Energy Shield: The blue shield is rounded with serrated edges, meant for a very lethal attack when it's thrown. It's visibly larger than the other shields, but it also has a slit near the right arm, meant for throwing the hammer through.
Blaster Design: The blue blaster is very solid and has plenty of heft to it. Swinging it to someone's head will likely give them a concussion. It's a a bit bulkier than you'd expect from a pistol, but it loads in much the same way. Energy packs go into the place where one would hold it, and the weapon is ready to fire. The grip is very rugged with a slip resistant handle. Its blue light emanates from underneath a small panel on the top which can be pulled back, making the light more brilliant by physical means.
Powers: Tommy can throw his mighty shield so all the villains must yield. The shield's shape can change at will (though the default is as described). Also, he can target stuff because his helmet is equipped for it. |
48,700 | 1,311 | 6 | 1,285 | 468 | “Understood.”
The small arachnid was under his palm in one second and brushed off into the small bin next to him in the next before he was once again standing next to his charge. Surprisingly, he didn't actually kill the thing, but it was rather small and quickly scurried away as his charge began to settle so he was sure no one bothered to notice. The new arrival gave him a look but as she congratulated him later before leaving he was sure he was in the clear for the time being.
He had been performing these small acts of rebellion ever since he had let the rebel girl escape again. No matter, there was no harm, and his actions only served to better the situation of the empire as a whole. Spiders killed other insects which meant letting one live would result in the benefit of his superior's later work ethic. Really though, he may have just been slowly coming around to a certain someone's view point after a rather hard shock to his system of beliefs.
He quickly returned to standing next to his charge with hands behind his back and cold eyes scanning the area, the professional, silent stance of a sentry constantly alert to potential dangers. One of which seemed to be a stirring in his employer's nerves, killing spiders seemed to be his main task, something he noticed with each time she screamed for assistance.
The current “bug elimination” had been the third time such an act was required by him, apparently there was more life in this hole-in-the-ground than the faces of the workers would have you believe. He was fine with it though, while skittish and afraid of everything around her, his newest charge kept him on his toes. But, as most of his time here had been opening doors and playing exterminator, guarding the Accounting Director was a simple mission, and he supposed that it meant the higher ups were trusting him more if he was being put in charge of the security concerning someone so entwined in their financial system. Yes, things were definitely going well for him. He could only hope that it stayed that way.
“Was there anything else you needed mam?” He inquired coolly, piercing blue eyes never leaving their post of looking straight forward. It was strange how quiet the day had been, yes he was content with the situation but that didn't stop him from being naturally suspicious as hell about said easiness.
He had a natural unease about his presence there. Yes, his work was easy but that seemed to be what was unsettling him the most. Perhaps it was him over thinking the situation but he was sure that, as his background included some combat experience, that his being requested specifically meant he was going to be putting down something or someone on a slightly larger scale than the average “creepy crawly”. The small office, the lack of anything out of the ordinary, the fact that he was called away after stopping an attack on a Galatec employee, shouldn't they have placed him in the city? Or was it because of his accomplishments that his current boss requested him, was he here just for her peace of mind, she seemed quite skittish so that wasn't an impossibility.
Still, he couldn't shake the feeling, he never trusted when things were going right. | Name: Jonah Fallen
Nickname/Alias: No
Race: Human
Age: 21
Ethnicity: East German on his mother's side, Russian on his father's side. He's also part polish and 1/15th Indian(not Native American) from his great grandmother.
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Jonah is a light skinned male standing at 6'1 with toned muscles from working and his training. He has dirty blonde hair that he likes to keep short and sweet blue eyes that are usually seen sharpening at things he finds annoying. Along with those penetrating blues, he wears a set of thick rimmed glasses and keeps a small “glasses cleaning kit” in his pocket when ever maintenance is required. Despite working out daily, he appears as an average looking young man when wearing long sleeves since he focuses more on toning his muscles rather than having huge ones. His slightly chiseled features are smooth but he has some hair on his stomach.
Clothing: He likes to keep things simple so he'll often be seen in a plain shirt and some jeans, he doesn't lean towards one color over the rest but is often seen in black or blue since his mother used to tell him it fit him best. He prefers short sleeved shirts and long pants but will change that up if it becomes uncomfortable to move in. For that same reason, he often sports sneakers as they are easy to move around in.
In The Mind
Personality: Jonah has an independent personality, he strives to be the best he can be because that's all he knows how to be. He keeps a cool head under pressure and always does his best to figure out the best solution to the problem at hand. He doesn't believe in good or evil, stating that all things are objectively of the same value. Often quiet unless spoken to, Jonah keeps an air of contemplation about himself and makes a note to distance himself from others so that they don't become a liability. While this method can supply an incredibly sturdy strength, Jonah's logical outlook can at times give way to his inter turmoils.
See, one of his biggest weaknesses is that he is not always as cool as he thinks he is. While strong and independent, Jonah's attempts at apathy hides the fact that he does care about the people around him. His emotions are often the one thing he believes holds him back but they often supply more to his motives than he'll let on. Never to show fear, never to admit defeat, Jonah's logical thoughts can turn to mush when faced with having to deal with some of his inner-demons.
Likes: Books that make you think about things. Silence.
Dislikes: Stupid people. Self righteousness.
Fears: That his rationality is just cowardice, that he's simply avoiding his greater emotions and is a hypocrite for telling people to not be controlled by them when he's letting them force him to flee from himself.
Quirks: He loves to read, mainly books on philosophy which can sometimes overlap with books on strategy though most books on the art of war were destroyed. When upset or feeling unhinged, he'll take to cleaning his glasses to regain a form of control over his person.
Where They’ve Been
History: Jonah grew up in a small apartment in a not-so-friendly part of the city. It wasn't perfect but he had what he needed. His parents, on the other hand, were not quite as okay with their arrangement as he was. Starting from the womb, his parents pressured him to be the golden-child that would sky rocket them to the big times!
Whether it was mathematics or sports, Jonah was told that he had to succeed to make life worth living for his family. He followed every rule but still slipped up, receiving negative reinforcement when he did so. But, eventually, he began to catch his stride. He started winning soccer games and getting A's on his tests and suddenly the negative reinforcement stopped. He was happy, his parents were happy, everything was better.
Until he started hating his activities, started getting tired of waking up and never doing the things he wanted. At first, he hated this turning in his stomach because he loved his parents but he still couldn't escape the feeling in the pit of his stomach that made him so mad at them some times.
He didn't have friends to talk to so he sought knowledge in his books. The library was a short walk from his home so he'd spend as much time as he could just reading.
He had a love for philosophy and thinking and used ideals he learned to come to the conclusion that what was happening to him wasn't a bad thing, it was just a “thing” and that him giving way to subjective beliefs was what was causing him problems internally. Eventually he began to distance himself from his parents until he didn't see them as his parents anymore, he saw them as just another problem. By the time he was ten years old, he had developed a form of detached apathy, a learned behavior he adopted to keep his emotions in check. Suddenly, he didn't smile as much. He didn't laugh at all and he didn't speak quite as much as he used to. He was only a child but he got better at rationalizing with age and by the time Galatec seized complete control, he was already stead-fast in his thought process.
Besides, honestly, life didn't really change when they arrived, not for him any way. His parents went to work and left him with his books, though the material was now more about how to serve the greater good than anything else. They confiscated his other books on philosophical thinking and mathematics, apparently those were “dangerous books that brought about dangerous thoughts”. He grew up in that situation, unaware of how much the world was going to continue to change.
Time went on, and just as he thought, people began to cope with the change. It had been years, and like all things that occur, what was once “horrible tragedy” became “yesterday”. Life was in a constant state of flux and he wouldn't let such a fact break his concentration.
His mother, now a widow after the passing of her late-husband, pushed Jonah to make a name for himself in the new society, she saw that he was different than everyone else now and thought she could bank on it. Jonah agreed because he didn't want to be thought of as expendable, besides, working hard was how he made it through life, keeping his center is how he survived. He had to keep a rational mind and continue moving forward.
And that's exactly what he did.
He began working as soon as possible, Galatec didn't care about age so long as their workers knew what they were doing. Eventually, he stood out and worked his way up, volunteering for the riskier parts of the job until he was being looked at by the higher ups. He refused to sit idle, not for honor or pride but because he knew that he only got one chance at life, knew what it meant to waste time and effort.
Through it all, he kept his composure. He rationalized everything he saw, closed his eyes and reminded himself about the philosophies he put his trust in because that's all he had to stand by. Maybe he had problems with the blank eyes of some of the other workers, maybe he would be up at night, trying to see why his own eyes still flickered with life, maybe he wondered about the girl he once saw with the same eyes as him. But that didn't matter, work mattered, staying alive mattered. “You don't get second chances at life.” He reminded himself on those nights. “Galatec is in control, there is nothing you can do, don't be illogical, keep yourself centered...” Like that, every day. “What is is, and what is not is not.” They were truths, he could rely on truths. He just couldn't stand with them in his entirety. After all, he was still human.
When the opportunity arose, Jonah volunteered for bodyguard duty, knowing that it meant he'd be given martial training and hoping it would supply a better standing for himself and, by extension, his mother. He was healthy enough, had a strong build from staying fit so he didn't have much trouble being selected. His training went by pretty easily as he took rather well to punching things into submission, perhaps due to some seriously repressed rage?
Whose to say?
After the initial adrenaline of letting loose for the first time wore off, he began practicing more at home, honing his reflexes as best he could. While not a god of the martial arts, he was able to prove himself worthy enough to stand guard for some big shots in the corporation. It didn't involve much, just watching and waiting for anything to slide by, a pretty simple procedure. As time went on, he did his work well, making a small name for himself with the others in his profession. It was an easy life really, easier than manual labor though how he trained at home, you'd think other wise but he still felt an unease about himself .
One of which was when he first met a member of the rebels, a group that had yet to come to terms with what was and tried to ruin the status quo. Didn't they understand the feedback of what they were doing, how nothing changed but the amount of panic they caused to minor citizens?
He had been on a regular patrol when he saw one, a rebel running from some other guards. He moved to assist but noticed that he recognized her, she was the girl with eyes like his, eyes still flickering with life. He wasn't sure why, but he let her pass, let a dangerous rebel pass by without a fight. She looked at him at as she ran by, first with confusion and then with a small smile continued on her way. He didn't realize it until turning around to see his reflection in a window, didn't even recognize the unfamiliar sensation...
But he had a smile on his face as he watched her disappear around a corner....
After the encounter, he moved out of his old home and got a small apartment, feeling that the connections he had were clouding his judgment. Something about having to see his mother's eyes made him nervous so by 20 he was gone. Before he left, he promised her that he'd keep doing his best, though he didn't see the point in the ritual since he planned to do so anyway. His life was steady, to a degree but all of that, his worries and his real desire, came to a front when he was faced with a life changing decision.
It had been so normal, training had gone well and nothing out of the ordinary had shown up as he escorted his charge through the street. Until suddenly, everything went to hell. Someone blew a bullhorn and a fire erupted on his left, a bit distraction for the person running towards the target, his charge. The attacker, a masked assailant ran in a panicked frenzy with a scream of desperation. They were part of the rebellion. Obviously, the attack failed, Jonah struck their weapon to the ground before a sharp low kick knocked away their legs and they were falling to ground. The assailant scrambled to their feet and began to scurry away, Jonah gave chase and they made their way all the way out to the coal mines.
“Stop chasing me!” The assailant shouted as they jumped into the large ditch where the entrance was located. The masked fighter tripped on their landing and fell with a huff. As Jonah followed suit, landing in a roll, the attacker made one last lunge that Jonah quickly put a stop to when he threw them to the ground with one arm twisted behind their back. “Let me go!”
“You are weaker than me, you should have been prepared for this outcome.” He responded as he pulled off her mask to reveal....
The girl with eyes like his.
Yes, the girl he had let go earlier came back, the one he used to see when he thought about the life he was living came back after failing once already. Why did she come back, why didn't she learn her lesson and why was he thinking about letting her go again. Why did seeing this person fighting still make his heart stop a second, make him think about what he could be doing differently.
“I know you, you're the guy who let me by the last time.” She said in realization.
“And you're the one who was dumb enough to go and come back after getting a second chance at life.” He responded, deadpan as he pulled her to her feet.
“What point is there to life if you can't make your own choices?” She retorted with a strange fire in her eyes. She broke out of the grip and glared at him. “You and I have the same eyes you should see things a lot clearer.”
“Don't you understand, the war's already over.” He responded coolly. “This isn't your last pitch effort to save the world, we're not one city away from being under their control and you aren't the last key to the puzzle.” His steely blue eyes cut through her. “We've lost, the invasion you're trying stop? That's come and gone and people have moved on with their lives, what is is and what is not is not so stop living in a fairy tale world and get it together or you won't even have a life to cry about.” Those were the facts, the rebels should know that. Galatec was already in control, there wasn't a war to fight anymore, all that was left were lives to live as best as possible. Throwing yourself into a self-righteous ideal only serves to get you killed and there's no coming back from that. “Clearly, it was a mistake to let you go, I won't make it again.”
“Okay,” She still had a smile on her face though. “than why am I not being turned in right now?” And then he had to be quiet as her smirk grew. “Why do I know that you're never going to turn me in?” She walked up close and never broke eye contact. “It's because you know what they'll do to me, don't you?”She took a step forward and he took one back. “You get how that's wrong, and you care.” She stepped passed him and he turned his head but didn't move to stop her. “Ya know, a guy like you could do something if he wanted, way more than me.” She climbed out of the hole before turning to look down at him and give a quick and playful salute. “Maybe stop trying to make sense of the situation and find out what you really believe, you're a human so you should act like one!” She ran off around yet another corner, leaving him to his thoughts.
“Crap..” He said to himself.
Why did he let her let go...again!?
Why did he smile the last the time, why doesn't he feel bad about doing it now? Maybe it was an idiotic thing to give up on the ideals of right and wrong, maybe he had been idiotic about a lot of things. He had tried doing it his way for as long as he could remember, it was how he survived but was surviving and living the same thing or was he making them the same so he could deal with the situation? What were his real motives for his way of thinking, how much was logic and how much was fear?
He stood there at the entrance of the mine, thinking to himself about what he'd do next.
Talents: Logical thinking, more than anything else. Jonah may be good at fighting but that's a skill, his true talent, which could be considered the back bone of all his skills, is his logical mindset which gives him the ability to strike precisely and plan accordingly.
Hindrances: Empathizing, holding his temper, admitting he was wrong, and expressing himself.
Equipment: Morpher(Blue Ranger). A normal combat knife he keeps on him for special occasions and his glasses/glasses cleaning kit.
Bonus Round
Quotes: “What is is, and what is not is not.”
Theme Song: nope
Aspiration: To find out what he really wants in life.
It’s Morphin’ Time!
Color Designation:Violet
Primary Weapon:THE PHOTON BOW
The photon bow is a light based, long bow that generates arrows of pure energy to strike down its target. The bow is capable of firing multiple arrows at once with its average maximum being four unless overcharged (which will result in a rain of twelve arrows before the weapon is forced to recharge). By turning the bow, one can focus the arrows into one incredibly condensed and narrow blast, but this attack takes a lot of time to charge which leaves the archer open to attack.
As each attack's quantity and quality are affected by both how long and in what way a person pulls back the bow string, the bow is not for the clumsy or undisciplined. It takes timing and calculation to bring out this weapon's maximum potential.
Energy Shield:
His shield is a circular shape, perfect for blocking attacks. It's a very nice shade of purple and glows in the dark.
Blaster Design: Silver trim, black trigger, mostly violet. It has a sleek design with the gun's barrel having a thin line of silver across its top. The actual muzzle is the same pitch black as the trigger and there's a neon line of green running along the side of the gun.
Powers: As the violet ranger, Jonah has the ability to see across all spectrum of sight. He makes calculations on how to strike next by scanning people's bodies with X-Ray vision and using infrared, he has the ability to shoot people down and fight accurately in the shadows. Along with X-ray and infrared, Jonah can see UV light and Radio waves along with much more. With vision beyond an eagle's, Jonah can strike down any opponent with deadly precision.
Zords:N/A
Jonah stood behind a lone tree with his binoculars set to night-vision, the darkness only lightened by the stray strands of the moon.. He had set up his sting in a small park for kids, surrounded by small shrubbery and a few trees all of which was going to be demolished soon. Across from him stood the construction zone where they were working on a 20 floor parking garage. As if the world needed more places for Galatec to park their fancy vehicles.
He was there because there had been a report of beasts getting loose from the science division, a few Githkin test subjects had broken out of the lab and ran off into the city with a few people commenting on seeing them in the park at night. No one was advised to stay indoors because Galatec didn't want panic to ruin their precious balance which meant the people of the city were being left high and dry. Instead, curfew was moved up to 9:00 pm, lucky there weren't any encounters in that short amount of time. But now, night had fallen and anyone not in doors was a target which didn't seem to matter as there had been no sign of any people for awhile.
Jonah wasn't sure if he was happy or sad about that.
In this part of town there was always someone trying to get one over on you, he remembered hearing gun shots from his window from time to time, now he doesn't hear anything, no crimes, no muggings just the silence of night.
“Every thing's so peaceful now.” He thought to himself as he watched the area. It was nights like these where he was the most conflicted. He was about to stop a few monsters that could kill a lot of people but he wasn't sure if the city has ever been safer than it is now. Nights like these could happen every day, a few Githkin escaping every night and it might not even make a dent in Earth's war torn history. This was one of the main reasons he couldn't except the other ranger's idea of a righteous victory, he couldn't say that Galatec wasn't a benefit to earth as a whole. He certainly got higher in this society than his background would have allowed him to before, there wasn't much prejudice or pollution or war. Just work and while that might be boring he couldn't say that weren't plenty of people who should only have that option in life.
*rustle*
His gaze instantly went to a bush on the opposite side of his hiding place. His hand went for his morpher but he didn't move, he wouldn't till he confirmed his target. As he watched, two figures popped out of the bush, they looked around warily before fulling stepping out into the moonlight, revealing their small frames.
Children, two of them, they walked around as if trying to find something. The first was about twelve while the other was at least 13.
Jonah didn't move from his post but instead used his binoculars to scan them closer. He noticed that they weren't frightened, instead being rather resolved. Judging by their hooded attire, they must have planned to be outside tonight. Hooded children out scouting the night sky with an emotion in their eyes, they must be part of the .5% meaning..
They were rebel scouts.
“Great, just what I needed.” Jonah scoffed to himself, obviously not thrilled with the idea of having to deal with another rebel problem. Those guys really need to start leaving things to the professionals. Not that he was any more of a professional than they were but he definitely had more combat training. Luckily they didn't spot him as he hid in the shadows, to bad a very aggressive group of something had the duo in their sights.
The rogue Githkins, five of them. The creatures moved toward the children and they screamed. The scout duo clearly hadn't had access to the same reports that his team had. The younger child ducked behind the eldest but still held some form of courage as the creatures drew nearer. The first Githkin raised it's hand to strike but the blow was offset by a timely thrown stone that knocked it's hand off course. The beast quickly turned to identify the attacker only to be met with a larger stone striking it in the face, in fact they were all being pelted with stones, most at their legs and ankles but a number of them aimed at their eyes and face.
The children were initially scared but then became rather perplexed when they saw their would-be attackers being pelted. They stood there curious before a glimpse of a figure in the shadows ushering them to escape had them nodding and running back into the bushes, leaving as fast as they had come.
“Perfect.” Jonah thought within the shadows. “They didn't see my face and I managed to sit some of those idiots in the eye.” He quickly scanned them over, three of the five still looked like they had a decent control of their faculties. “Even blind, that's still too many for my liking, I'll have to fight them on my terms if I wanna win.”
And then he remembered the construction yard.
“That's it.” He dashed out of the foliage to close the distance between him and the Githkin, Shocked at first, one made a fierce swing he ducked and rolled under before popping up to his feet in between the two blinded by stones. He deflected a left hook with an open palm before his leg whipped up to kick both eye damaged Githkin's in the chest, leg swinging back and forth between the two of them.
"As I thought." The attack merely stunned them and soon the others were on him as well, swinging violently as he back flipped away and skidded to a stop. “That's right, your enemy's right here,” He cockily saluted before running into the parking garage shadows with the Githkin's hot on his trail. “Alright,” He swiped his hand over his wrist and his morpher flashed
“Strike force, flash forward!”
In the parking garage on level three, the Githkin's crept. Deep into the shadows they lurked, foot steps echoing in the hollow space, often turning at the sight of a shadowy gray figure passing by them like a phantom. Their eyes scanned the area for their prey but to no avail. As they passed by a pillar of stone, a sound, a click, had them halting in surprise. They lay unaware of who was on the other side.
"X-Ray activated..."
Jonah, donned in dark purple armor of his ranger form stood with bow drawn. The dim light of the bow focused and tightened as the arrow of light condensed.
"Focusing rate: 100%"
The creature's pondered as they began to take a step closer to the pillar of stone.
"Firing..."
Jonah released the bow string and the arrow shot through the stone pillar and the skull of the Githkin on the other side.
The other soldiers went frantic on the defense when their companion turned into ooze but Jonah was already moving.
"Infrared activated."
His vision swapped out and suddenly he could see all of them clearly as they scrambled in the darkness. He pulled his bow string back before dashing out of his hiding place in a dive roll, landing on one knee with bow drawn and arrows already appearing between his fingers. He let it loose, just as the nearest Githkin began to notice his presence, and littered its body with three arrows to its chest. It screeched before dissolving and suddenly he couldn't hide anymore. They closed in but Jonah was already readying his bow as they rushed him.
“Here we go..”
He dashed backwards as one came down on him with a punch that cracked the concrete. As it moved to continue its rampage, he released a charged arrow through its chest before running up to back-kick it into the others and fire another three arrows into the group. As they scrambled to regroup in the shadows, he switched to X-Ray and scanned them for damage.
“That last attack was on stun but the one in front received most of the damage and can't move, I'll focus my attacks on the two left as the weakened one slows them down.”
By the time he finished his thought they were on him again. He back-flipped to dodge a high swing and side stepped the flying kick from another, striking the attacking Githkin with his bow before having to dash backwards and avoid the mighty swing of the weakened Githkin. He returned to the fray with a flying knee that struck the weakened Githkin in the chest, knocking it into one of its companions and freeing Jonah to strike down the one now left alone.
It moved to attack but he back-flipped away to skid across the ground with bow drawn. As the arrow charged, he dodged the incoming blows from the Githkin soldier; ducking and weaving past each punch, smacking away the clumsy kick that followed with a high kick of his own and bringing up his bow before releasing it at point blank range to turn the soldier's skull into gray goop and watching as the rest of its body dissolved.
Just as the other two Githkins managed to center themselves and go for a retaliation, his purple suit turned dark gray and he faded back into the shadows. Like a phantom, he circled them as he slid from pillar to pillar in the darkness. With a steady hand he pulled back his bow string and two arrows appeared between his fingers. The light of the arrows released a light shine as they began to glow.
And then he was dashing forward
He released the two arrows, hitting the back of the weakened Githkin's legs and making it buckle to its knees. As it went to get up, Jonah ran up its back and used it as a spring board to become air borne with bow string drawn. Before the other Githkin could think, it was struck with three stun arrows to the chest and Jonah was closing the remaining distance with a flying kick that had it skidding backwards. As the Githkin stumbled to regroup, Jonah hit the ground in a roll, landing right below the soldier on one knee with bow pointing straight up.
"Firing."
He released and the concussive force smashed into the Githkin's jaw, sending it flying up into the air and falling to the ground with a splat. Standing to full height, he turned, fingers already pulling back his bow string. He casually walked by the remaining drone and with out looking, let go the arrow of light between his fingers.
The last thing it heard was the whirl of energy....
Jonah breathed heavily as his ranger form shattered out of existence. He had been lucky, the obstacles in the unfinished parking garage gave him ample back up for his strategy. Had he been left in the open, the tide could have very well changed to their favor but what could have been wasn't really important now. By hook or by crook he was still alive and the kids were still alive, that was all that mattered now.
He sighed to himself, heart still racing from the exertion. He waited for a moment to steady himself before he retrieved the item he had been hiding in the back of his pants. A flare gun, simple but elegant in its design. He pointed the weapon up at the sky and fired. The flare flew high into the sky before exploding like a fire work.
“That'll get Galatec's attention.” He noted. Now notified in as proper a way as possible, the corporation could retrieve their lost and unstable experiments. Jonah wasn't totally pleased with the idea of assisting someone he had designated as his enemy but he couldn't clean this up on his own and Galatec had better facilities for the alien soldiers albeit slave ready more than anything else. “I guess that means the mission's over.”
“Time to head back to base.” |
48,701 | 1,311 | 7 | 92 | 2,185 | Oliver
*Huff, huff* Oliver could barely gather his breathe let alone lift this next red ore block. Three days was as long as he had been at Red Rock, but with the strain of work and not even being able to grieve his parents death made it fell like years. Receiving constant beatings, getting low amounts of sleep, and being chained up-many would crack and fall apart in those kinds of situations, but Ollie wouldn't give up hope. He had to push through. He believed someday something would change. He should be dead now, but fate gave him a second chance. It couldn't be just to work til his death, but he was starting to lose hope.
Working with Tommy was interesting. For some reason being near him slightly revitalized Ollie. He didn't know why, but he hoped that it was a sign things would change. Ollie was having trouble putting some of the ore in the hovercart when a Githkin snapped its whip at him. This caused Ollie to fall over, *Crap.* Ollie quickly got up before the Githkin could pounce. He lifted the ore above the side of the cart and dropped it in, *Come on. You can do this Ollie. Don't let them take your heart from you.* Ollie could hear Tommy singing from the small crevice he had just gone through; and instead of just listening this time, Ollie uttered the first words he had said in the past few days by singing along, "297 piles of rocks in the mine, 297 piles of rocks! Take one down, mine it out, 296 piles of rocks in the mine..." Ollie decided he shouldn't just work for himself, but also for the others around him. For people like Tommy. | Name: Oliver Johnson
Nickname/Alias: Ollie
Race: Human
Age: 16
Ethnicity: Mostly English, but also a lot of Irish.
Gender: Male
Ollie is 5'10" with black hair, bluish-green eyes, and a very perky smile. His jaw is very rugged and his face always seems to look happy no matter what. He is somewhat thin but has more muscle in his arms then the average person his age.
Clothing: Typically wears a white undershirt, a dark-green hoodie, blue jeans, and black tennis shoes.
In The Mind
Personality: Ollie cares deeply for all those around him. Despite hating Galatec he actually feels as though some don't believe in the way they do things. He wants to help any who is need of help believing it is the best way to change things. He has low self-confidence and feels as though he isn't making much of a difference. When left alone to long he gets in his own head and constantly doubt himself.
He doesn't just help people because they need it. He helps people because it also makes him happier. He is very outgoing but is very oblivious to many things and extremely gullible. He is very loyal to those who gain his trust and will never betray them even if they have hurt him.
Likes: He really enjoys staring at the horizon hoping that one day the world will change back to normal. He loves to make others laugh and if he thinks others are feeling down will try to come up with a way to make them feel better. He just likes times when life seems to slow down and he can just stare into the sky and imagine flying through the air.
Dislikes: He hates it when people tries to hurt others. Whenever he sees anyone in pain or upset he just can't bare it.
Of course he despises Galatec like the other good guys.
Fears: Not making a difference. Being completely alone.
Quirks: Is constantly zoning out.
Where They’ve Been
History: Ollie grew up pretty much in the slums. His mother had no job and his father fought as a MMA fighter for small promotions. His parents were scared that because of them his life wouldn't account for much. However, he showed great skill with practically every instrument he picked up The only one he had trouble with was the harmonica which his dad was fairly decent at playing. His parents started to think he might be able to pull himself out of the garbage that he was born in. It was unfortunate though that Galatec chose the day that Ollie was to play in front of a brilliant pianist to take full control of New Earth.
During the time that Galatec had initially arrived Ollie's father just didn't trust them. He had been use to being cheated and scammed that he felt something was off. Due to this none of the three partook in any of the products given by Galatec, barely making it. When Galatec initiated the takeover it proved just how horribly right Ollie's father had been. The only things Ollie cared about were his parents and instruments. Galatec deemed instruments to be to fulfilling and filled with the ability to increase free will, so they took them all. To a six year old it made no sense, but he kept quiet because his parents asked him to. His father and mother made sure to protect him and his father gave him his own harmonica, which he had kept hidden and told him to practice in secret.
Over the next few years, the small family barely squeaked by without drawing suspicion. Ollie's father secretly training him at night to fight via boxing and kickboxing hoping that the day would come that they could do something. However, an unfortunate thing occurred. Ollie's mother had died whilst working in the mines. This caused Ollie's father to become enraged. He foolishly went to the mines and tried to attack the Githkin, but to no avail.He was brutally beaten and then killed. The Githkin were sent to hunt down Ollie and do the same, but when they got a hold of him they almost instantly received new orders to move him to the Red Rocks mining colony where he has been worked harshly ever since.
Talents: Before Galatec arrived he was considered a musical prodigy, yet hasn't had the ability to practice in years. He is also quite skilled in boxing and kickboxing due to secret training from his father. He is also extremely optimistic and will almost always be seen with a smile on his face.
Hindrances: He is not very good socially. He often sticks his foot in his mouth due to never really thinking about what he says before it comes out of his mouth. He is also pretty clumsy when he isn't focused. Pretty much the only time he is focused is when it is a very serious situation or he is playing an instrument of some sort. When he messes things up it tends to heavily derail him and his issues tend to get much worse often making more clumsy mistakes and makes a mess of everything.
Equipment: His morpher. A harmonica his father gave him that he has kept hidden.
Bonus Round
Quotes: "Sorry, sorry, sorry"/"It's time for some Ollie magic."
Theme Song: I am honestly very bad at figuring out theme songs.
Aspiration: To just simply be acknowledged and have the feeling of worth.
It’s Morphin’ Time!
Color Designation: Green
Primary Weapon: MMA gloves that when touched together can create an electric shock. Can be used either for electrifying an enemy or possibly as a defibrillator.
Energy Shield: Ollie's shield is kite formatted and runs along his arm. At the front end the shield is very sharp. Ollie however will rarely use his shield unless he is using his blaster.
Blaster Design: Ollie's blaster is sleek but thick. At the end of the barrel two energy shafts oscillate around the center barrel. The handle has an extension that runs along his arm to make his aim more stable an does not have a sight.
Powers: As the Green Ranger Ollie has the power to bend light in a way to create mirages of himself and potentially others. Using this ability he can easily trick the bad guys getting them to follow nothing but light.
Zords: None at the moment. |
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