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9,300 | 261 | 21 | 2,356 | 5,042 | A couple others had arrived. The one with the armor was interesting. There was a strange sense about her. While the angel couldn't pin down exactly what it was there was definitely a strange, almost counter aura about her. Magic was afoot. Not long after a orange skinned girl entered. Appearing unsure this one greeted them with a simple word. That was something she could work with.
Stepping forward she offered a hard to shake. "Greetings. I am Guardian Angel." Probably best to keep it simple. Break the ice and keep it simple to start. Hopefully then she will open up. Some of the others could use to do the same, Sarah included.
Some were leaving, having had their fill of the group it seemed. But the boom caused Angel to tense up. However some of the others seemed to have an idea of what it was and they didn't seem too worried about it. "What is happening below that would make such a sound?" Though she'd had a tour much of the technology was beyond her. | Name - Sarah Donner
Alias - Guardian Angel (Angel or GA for short)
Age - 17 {Angel appears to be in her mid 20s)
Sponsor - Zatanna
Personality - Sarah can actually have conflictual personalities. She honestly would prefer if people left here alone and vices versa. Being sociable was not something she grew up doing and she could be very cynical. Even with those close to her she would act sassy. But her transformation into Guardian Angel compels her to assist others. And if that requires her to act extremely outgoing and friendly then she cannot stop herself.
Powers - White magic: First and foremost, transforms her into Guardian Angel. As Angel she possesses super strength, speed, and the ability to heal. Obviously taking on the form of a winged angel she has the ability to fly.
Weaknesses - While more athletic as Guardian Angel, physically she is not any more durable than a normal person. Using up too much of her magic energy will cause her to change back into Sarah, who has no special qualities and is as normal as any other human. Having a dual personality when the two don't agree then her performance suffers.
Appearance -
Sarah:
Guardian Angel:
BRIEF Bio - Growing up in a bad side of town made life pretty tough. Street smarts and fighting were a must but it was only a matter of time before Sarah fell in with a bad crowd. The things they did were small time, petty theft and psudo-terf wars. Somebody somewhere must have been desperate because her little gang got recruited for a big job knocking off a local museum. The payoff was just too good to pass up and they would even be provided the equipment and plans to pull it off. The reality was that the people who wanted the loot needed as much distance from the crime as possible. Getting a bunch of clueless kids to do it for them made that easy.
Things went without a hitch. Everyone got out with the loot, some weird broken stone tablet. Lagging behind with the loot Sarah missed the rondevu with their employer long enough to avoid getting nabbed like the rest of her gang. She did however see what happened and got away. Word quickly reached her that if the goods were not brought like promised that her friends would be killed. Things were getting too real for Sarah to deal with and she had no idea what to do. These guys clearly did not hold up to their word. What could be so important about a busted up old rock? It sort of looked like a puzzle though. Needing a break from the stress she busied herself assembling the pieces. In the back of her mind though she wanted to help her friends and it brought her back to things her mother used to tell her about guardian angels. Her friends could definitely use one now. Putting in the last piece her silent wish was granted. Becoming part of Sarah, the tablet gave her new form and power to carry out the wish and her days as Guardian Angel began.
Sarah's new found power came with an unusual catch. The normally rough and difficult to work with girl would spin on a dime whenever danger was present or something bad happened. What's more those situations were not something she could ignore. If she could help then whether she really wanted to or not she felt obligated to do so. Involuntarily thrust into a much bigger role than she ever wanted many of her actions are now dictated by her strange alter ego.
Notes - Sarah still doesn't know who hired her gang or what exactly the tablet was. Having no leads or magical knowledge she had made little headway.
Sample Post - After some much unneeded chaos Angel had taken care of an armed robbery. Sarah had only gone out to pick up a few things and the sirens had drawn her attention. Since her transformation into an angelic being had occured she had found such alarms difficult to pass up. Most often they were small tasks but the word of a Guardian Angel in the city was hard to miss. Thankfully she could hide her identity behind the teen punk she was.
Having moved out of sight of the public she was about to return to normal when some unusual words floated through the air. They were actually spoken backwards, a signature of the magician Zatanna. Spinning on her heels the woman smirked slightly. "So you're the guardian angel I've been hearing about. You're pretty good at hiding when you're not out saving the day." Both Sarah and Angel had heard of Zatanna. At one point the girl had thought about asking for help in learning what had happened to her. Even if this was a hero though she wasn't willing to give up her secret. "I must stay hidden if I wish not to put myself in any more unneeded danger." The statement seemed self defeating since she purposely threw herself into risky situations.
Such was the life when saving people. Stepping a card appeared in the magician's hand and she offered it. "Well you're doing a good job. But if you really want to make it in this business then you're going to need friends. Think about it for a while and..." Her words were cut short when Angel spoke up. "I exist to help people. If accepting your offer will assist in that endeavor then I am ready." Slightly caught off guard by the unwavering willingness she chuckled. Stepping back a bit Zatanna tilted her tophat back a bit. "Well aren't you a eager beaver. Well alright then, we'll be in touch. Hang onto the card and when everything is ready you'll know." Stepping around a corner she seemed to disappear just as quickly with another spell.
With the coast clear the winged being seemed to dissolve into twinkles of light leaving behind the young Sarah. The card still in hand she glanced down at it. Scrawled on its face seemed to be magical lettering with a few small details about a team, Young Justice. Great, once again GA had gotten her in over her head. Frustrated she tried to toss the card aside but it got caught by a mysterious gust of wind and flung back into her face. |
9,301 | 261 | 22 | 1,537 | 4,324 | Scourge, Guardian Angel, and Black Hood had all come down to the viewing room of the War Room area of the HQ. Inside two Dittos could be seen drawing the attention of Grundy away from civilian holo-droids while another got them to the designated safe zones in this particular program. Once the civilians were all taken care of, it was a three man tag team taking on the brute in the already wrecked battlefield.
One of the Dittos dropped to one knee and cupped his hands together while another ran and propelled from the cupped hands into the air. The third Ditto got behind the legs of Grundy and crouched as the airborne Ditto landed a clothesline that took the behemoth off of his feet. The teamwork of the triplicate man was something to note, as Red Tornado had now found himself in the viewing room as well.
"It would seem teamwork comes naturally to this young man." the Tornado commented in a monotone robotic voice that sounded something like Morgan Freeman's voice with auto-tune.
After two Dittos landed several punches on the grounded Grundy the monster managed to bat one of the Dittos back with his free hand. The last Ditto, originally the one cupping his hands, leaped into the air with a piece of concrete debris weighing roughly three hundred pounds and came down on the pale powerhouse. The face of the holo-droid was cracked and the holographic 'skin' on the droid faded as did the damaged city block setting. The parts of the setting that were pieces of the room itself sunk back into the walks and floor of the War Room, a large hole closed in the floor, and the three men became one as Ditto wiped the sweat from his forehead and made his way to the exit. The windows became visible now upon getting closer to the exit and Ditto started to grin.
"How'd I do, Red?" the Carggite asked.
"You operated at 92% efficiency. Still room for improvement, however it is acceptable in the field. Good work." the Justice Leaguer stated.
"So, anybody else gonna give it a go?" Ditto asked, "And by chance was there any of the barbecue left?" he continued stepping away with another smile heading back to the rest of HQ.
~KL~ | Name - Kilian Darukk
Alias - Ditto
Age - 19
Sponsor - Superman
Personality - mischievous, headstrong, stubborn
Powers - alien Carggite ability to triplicate into three individuals with a telepathic link to one another and slightly increased physical attributes.
Weaknesses - while stronger, faster, and more durable than most humans, Ditto can still be harmed by anything an average human would be. It should be noted his 'costume' is made from a cloth on Cargg similar to Kevlar..
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Kilian recently crash landed on Earth while travelling the stars, in Metropolis no less, and shortly after began moonlighting as a superhero when Superman was away. A native of the planet Cargg, Superman was familiar with Ditto's alien heritage from his experience with the Legion of Superheroes from the 30th century. After meeting the hero in costume after a run-in with Parasite, the older Superman discovered out of costume he was living in homeless shelters while one of his duplicates performed on the street for pocket change.
What's Changed - Ditto is back to being only a triplicate and his strength isn't as great as it once was.
Notes - Ditto's symbol is Interlac for the letter d. Interlac is a common alphabet used by various planets in the neighboring space sectors, mostly for interplanetary trade and shipping.
Sample Post -
The purple skinned Parasite was too busy trying to eat one of the triplicates to realize the other two were spinging a trap. Without a living solar battery like Superman to drain, the monster was down to about the size of a skinny human with wrinkly prunish skin. The Carggite was strong, enough to bend weaker steel like that used to make the dumpsters in Metropolis. While one of the triplicates kept the monster's attention the other two quickly sprung their rap.
Clark Kent managed to catch most of the fight. After hearing a woman in an alley scream 'Monster!' Clark began to change into Superman, dropping a hotdog he'd just bought from a street vendor. Before he even had his shirt unbuttoned and the glasses off he'd witnessed the young man from Cargg intervene with his x-ray vision. Superman knew if he went in now the villain would only grow stronger, and it was safer to stay at a distance. Soon enough a steel dumpster was a makeshift restraining unit for the Parasite and the triplicates were absorbed into the prime Ditto.
Later in the evening Clark Kent was out for a walk and noticed something familiar about a homeless boy collecting change on the street. His instrument, something like a miniature guitar, was made from trash and discarded materials. The young man was wearing dark sunglasses but Clark could still see the boy's glowing yellow eyes behind them. It was the young hero from earlier. Or one of his triplicates. Clark approached the kid with money and whispered into his ear...
"I can help you and your brothers... meet me at the top of the Daily Planet building at sundown..." Kent said to the boy under his breath.
"If you know my secret you should know I haven't figured out this strange writing on your plane or why they don't use Interlac. What's a 'Daily Planet building'?" the young boy with long dark hair asked.
Sometime after sundown...
"What do you say Kilian?" the Man of Steel asked.
"I'm in." Kilian responded.
"What did the lower case d stand for on your shirt, Duplicate Boy?" Superman asked, obviously referring to Triplicate Girl/Duplicate Girl in the Legion of Superheroes from the future.
"That sounds horrible... it stands for Ditto." the young hero said with a smirk
~KL~ |
9,302 | 261 | 23 | 1,430 | 796 | Scourge tilted his head as he watched, he wasn't used to using his abilities in combat, he had only used them to assist in rescues and his job. He still hadn't understands why Tornado had decided to sponcer him. Tornado patted his shoulder indicating that he should go. James shook his head, "I'll just wait for when we do team exorcizes, I'm not so good with the fighting and such." He stated stepping backward. He looked at the others a little embarrassed. He had never actually fought any crime. Sure he had practiced the use of his abilities but as a firefighter he never had to fight anyone, especially with his abilities. | Name - James Natchgale
Alias - Scourge
Age - 20
Sponsor - Red Tornado
Personality - Kind, Charismatic, Happy
Powers - Fire manifestation and manipulation as well as smoke manipulation. He can also raise his body temperatures close to supernova with no harm to his own body other than physical exhaustion (the hotter his body gets the more exhausted he gets he is prone to bad fevers when physically exhausted from this ability). Can also absorb flames into his body though this will also cause his body temp to rise resulting similarly to the above complicating.
Weaknesses - Water is an obvious weakness, with his raised average temperature being introduced to the cold to quickly will put his body into shock. Also anything that kills or injures a normal human kills and injured him other than fire and breathing in smoke (his lungs are used to breathing it in)
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - James grew up in a normal home, though when his powers first started developing he used that fact that he could raise his body temp to his advantage, often using it skip school. Though as more of his abilities began to surface his body began to inexplicably smoke or catch fire. This, of course, caused him to drop out of school all together though it didn't effect him much as he was at the top of his class anyway. James went into Firemen training after gaining control of his ability and after landing a job as a fireman he secretly used his ability to subside or even completely put out the fire, depending on the intensity of the flame.
Sample Post - It was a normal day at the fire station, a couple small house fires but nothing that one or two men couldn't handle. Those at the station had settle down into a game of Texas Hold-em. Either that or they were idly chatting on the sofas around the lounge area. Nothing to interesting had happened in the past week or so, giving the men and women who worked at the station a nice break.
The calm of the station lasted until about half past midnight. It was then the alarms sounded, signaling an all hands fire. The once calm station burst into a bustle of bodies and noise as they set to the tasks they were assigned to. The loud speaker blared announcing what they were dealing with. A lab fire on the outskirts of town. It seemed the fire had started from a small burner being knocked over but with the amount of chemicals that had been used in the room, everything caught quicker than they could stop it.
The preparations ended and they headed out to the lab. They arrived there quickly and they unloaded, quickly getting to work. They found that several people had been trapped in the building so a team was assigned to go in a get them. Within this team was James.
Heading into the building he and two other men split up to find those trapped inside. James found a pair of researchers in a matter of minutes. He turned to head out of the room with them but the ceiling collapsed in front of them. James, being in the front, took the brunt of the flames that shot up at them from the falling debris. Taking no notice to the flames that burned his suit he turned to look for the closest exit, this being a window, though only the two small researchers could fit through it, he was a little to big to get through. Smashing the window he prompted the two to exit, and only after that had gone did he start using his ability. After a moment he managed to clear the debris from the doorway and head out.
When he exited the building he heard hollers about something explosive. And a couple of the others on his team mention not being able to put the fire out before it exploded. Grunting he used his power, to reduce the flame no nothing but a small smolder easily put out.
After vigorous questioning he was brought to the attention of the Justice League, where Red Tornado had decided to sponsor him, though at first James had little knowledge of this. It wasn't until a week or so later that the Tornado himself came to speak to him. Explaining the situation, and how he was now sponsored by him. |
9,303 | 261 | 24 | 1,645 | 768 | Kid Rogue groaned in annoyance at the loud booming sound that echoed through the tower and rose to his feet. Pushing aside what he was working on, he made his back through their new headquarters towards wherever the sound had come from. The sound’s source? The basement, or in other words, the war room. During his tour, this had been his favourite stop. The technology here was outstanding! Dominic smiled as he thought of all the possibilities that could come with weaponising this place! Fighting a supervillain? No biggie, all he had to do was materialise an army of hardened holographic Batmen. Unfortunately The Flash had refused to let his get his hands on the War Room’s machinery so that dream would have to wait.
He passed one of his teammates as he approached the room’s doorway. He believed the guy to be some kind of alien, evident from the bright yellow bleepers the guy had for eyes. Deciding that it was probably a decent idea to start learning some names, he entered the viewing room just in time to hear Scourge state his weakness in combat. Dominic was about to make a snarky remark before his eyes landed upon ol’ Tornado-Bot. Thinking it best not to insult Scourge in front of his sponsor, Kid Rogue instead flexed his muscles before volunteering himself.
“I’ll gladly have a go!” He declared loudly, heading towards the door leading to the simulation area.
Eyeing the consoles he spotted what the image of Solomon Grundy and mentally gulped. Despite his arrogance, Dominic knew when he was outgunned! Unless he could the big guy down with just a few blasts from his grenades, Grundy here would most likely turn him into lunch. Putting on a fake smirk, he turned back to his teammates.
“You guys want to come along?” He offered, eyeing both Guardian Angel and the hooded archer. “May as well try and work on some of that teamwork shit!” | Name: Dominic Miller
Alias: Kid Rogue, formerly Kid Kold
Age: 18
Sponsor: The Flash
Personality: Rude, opinionised, determined
Powers:
A form of technopathy, Dominic has the superhuman ability to innately understand any mechanical device he comes into contact with. This enables him to know how to manufacture a whole range of devices, as long as he has the available materials at hand.
As well as this, Dominic has been trained in some combat during both his time with both the Rogues and the Flash. While no expert, Dominic has also had some training in the use of the tools utilized by the Rogues, such as Pied Piper's sonic technology and Mirror Master’s mirrors.
Weaknesses:
Aside from the typical weaknesses that come with being a typical human being, Dominic has a severe nut allergy.
Equipment:
Sonic Gauntlets – Based on the technology built into the Pied Piper's hypnotic flute, Kid Rogue has equiped his gauntlet to perform similar results, with them able to emit a hypnotic signal which suggests that people evacuate the area which they are currently located. This is mostly used for crowd control, or to disperse mutiple entities that he may have to go up against. The gauntlets can also emit sonic vibrations which could shatter glass at high frequencies.
Mirror Gauntlets – Kid Rogue’s gauntlets also make use of two mirrors, which contain small doorways to Mirror Master’s mirror dimension. While too small to travel through, Dominic uses this to store and retrieve a variety of weapons, for quick access in the field.
He also makes use of various explosive devices similar to that used by the Trickster which he has stored in his gauntlet mirrors.
Ear plugs, due to hypnotic gauntlet related reasons.
Appearance:
BRIEF Bio:
After witnessing The Flash fail to save the life of his mother during a fire, Dominic’s hatred for the scarlet speedster started. Instead of idolising the heroes like the rest of the kids in his new home, the orphanage, Dominic set his eyes on a new group of idols; the Rogues. He admired their rules and efficiency, with the boy keen to follow in their footsteps. In his early teens he made a small record for himself, mostly due to petty theft and shoplifting. Although he followed the rules of the Rogues, not harming anyone. Discovering that he had meta-human abilities, Dominic decided that he could finally be of use to his heroes, and was determined to join their ranks. He tracked the team’s whereabouts to their regular bar but was unfortunately rejected by ol’ Captain Cold himself, who told the kid to “Fuck right off”. That didn’t stop him though, as Dominic managed to get an imprint of how to make the villain's weapon just by giving it a simple touch.
Within a few days, he had completed recreating the gun, and after suiting up in a homemade costume, he took to the streets. Finding the Rogues outside the Central City National Bank, Dominic managed to come to the aid of Captain Cold, by getting a hit on the Flash. After joining the group’s escape, they deemed themselves impressed and after learning of his abilities they decided to keep Dominic along. While mostly staying behind in their safe house while the team went on heists, he trained in the use of their gear, as well as adding advancements to it. After a while, he joined the team for his first real heist, under the guise of Kid Rogue, mirroring the alias of the Flash’s old partner, Kid Flash. The mission was successful although during his second outing, he was apprehended by the Flash.
Despite first resisting and fighting back due to him believing that his team would come save him, he realized that the Rogues weren’t coming and that he had been abandoned. Reluctantly, he decided to put his feelings against the Flash aside and let the hero help him. He was relocated to a new foster family and was instructed to give up his previous costumed activities. That didn’t stop him though, as Kid Rogue continued to hit the streets at night, although this time as a hero.
Sample post:
“I thought I told you to give up with this, kid?”
Despite currently focussing on not being taken out by the group of thugs surrounding him, the sound of that distinctive voice caught his attention. Groaning, Kid Rogue lowered his raised sonic gauntlets, his eyes watching his current predicament disappear in a blur. Or for use of a better word, in a flash. In front of him, the scarlet speedster darted about, quickly pinning the hooded goons against the parking lot wall, locking their hands together behind their backs using some kind of futuristic handcuffs.
While many would have loved to witness such a sight, the teenage vigilante was extremely pissed off. Every time! Every single time he ventured out at night to fight the good fight, this guy always turned up and sent him packing.
“I take it you have my place bugged or somethin’, old man?” Dominic questioned as he approached the superhero, adjusting the circuitry on his gauntlets as he did so.
The Flash simply gave the boy his signature smile and let out a short laugh. “You’re not going to stop doing this are you?” He spoke, ignoring the question. The grumpy look on Dominic gave him his answer instantly. “Well if I can’t stop you, then at least I can make sure you go about this the right way! It’s time you and I had a little chat.”
Notes:
Due to Captain Cold choosing not to come rescue Dominic from the Flash, Dominic has stopped idolising the villain so decided to no longer use a cold gun out in the field, relying on his sonic gauntlets and technomancy instead! |
9,304 | 261 | 25 | 2,356 | 5,042 | The technology of the facility was well beyond her understanding. The way the room changed and seemed to make new environments was amazing. And there was a giant robot that looked like a zombie creature. Grundy aparently. This was going to be quite interesting. Scourge excused himself from trying a hand at the space below. However Kid Rogue wanted to spar against the automated contraction.
Nodding Angel stepped up to Kid Rogue. "I would gladly join you. Pray tell what is your skill so we may better assist one another?" The idea of building comradery was a plan that she very much wished to accomplish. The only real way to build it was together at every opportunity. | Name - Sarah Donner
Alias - Guardian Angel (Angel or GA for short)
Age - 17 {Angel appears to be in her mid 20s)
Sponsor - Zatanna
Personality - Sarah can actually have conflictual personalities. She honestly would prefer if people left here alone and vices versa. Being sociable was not something she grew up doing and she could be very cynical. Even with those close to her she would act sassy. But her transformation into Guardian Angel compels her to assist others. And if that requires her to act extremely outgoing and friendly then she cannot stop herself.
Powers - White magic: First and foremost, transforms her into Guardian Angel. As Angel she possesses super strength, speed, and the ability to heal. Obviously taking on the form of a winged angel she has the ability to fly.
Weaknesses - While more athletic as Guardian Angel, physically she is not any more durable than a normal person. Using up too much of her magic energy will cause her to change back into Sarah, who has no special qualities and is as normal as any other human. Having a dual personality when the two don't agree then her performance suffers.
Appearance -
Sarah:
Guardian Angel:
BRIEF Bio - Growing up in a bad side of town made life pretty tough. Street smarts and fighting were a must but it was only a matter of time before Sarah fell in with a bad crowd. The things they did were small time, petty theft and psudo-terf wars. Somebody somewhere must have been desperate because her little gang got recruited for a big job knocking off a local museum. The payoff was just too good to pass up and they would even be provided the equipment and plans to pull it off. The reality was that the people who wanted the loot needed as much distance from the crime as possible. Getting a bunch of clueless kids to do it for them made that easy.
Things went without a hitch. Everyone got out with the loot, some weird broken stone tablet. Lagging behind with the loot Sarah missed the rondevu with their employer long enough to avoid getting nabbed like the rest of her gang. She did however see what happened and got away. Word quickly reached her that if the goods were not brought like promised that her friends would be killed. Things were getting too real for Sarah to deal with and she had no idea what to do. These guys clearly did not hold up to their word. What could be so important about a busted up old rock? It sort of looked like a puzzle though. Needing a break from the stress she busied herself assembling the pieces. In the back of her mind though she wanted to help her friends and it brought her back to things her mother used to tell her about guardian angels. Her friends could definitely use one now. Putting in the last piece her silent wish was granted. Becoming part of Sarah, the tablet gave her new form and power to carry out the wish and her days as Guardian Angel began.
Sarah's new found power came with an unusual catch. The normally rough and difficult to work with girl would spin on a dime whenever danger was present or something bad happened. What's more those situations were not something she could ignore. If she could help then whether she really wanted to or not she felt obligated to do so. Involuntarily thrust into a much bigger role than she ever wanted many of her actions are now dictated by her strange alter ego.
Notes - Sarah still doesn't know who hired her gang or what exactly the tablet was. Having no leads or magical knowledge she had made little headway.
Sample Post - After some much unneeded chaos Angel had taken care of an armed robbery. Sarah had only gone out to pick up a few things and the sirens had drawn her attention. Since her transformation into an angelic being had occured she had found such alarms difficult to pass up. Most often they were small tasks but the word of a Guardian Angel in the city was hard to miss. Thankfully she could hide her identity behind the teen punk she was.
Having moved out of sight of the public she was about to return to normal when some unusual words floated through the air. They were actually spoken backwards, a signature of the magician Zatanna. Spinning on her heels the woman smirked slightly. "So you're the guardian angel I've been hearing about. You're pretty good at hiding when you're not out saving the day." Both Sarah and Angel had heard of Zatanna. At one point the girl had thought about asking for help in learning what had happened to her. Even if this was a hero though she wasn't willing to give up her secret. "I must stay hidden if I wish not to put myself in any more unneeded danger." The statement seemed self defeating since she purposely threw herself into risky situations.
Such was the life when saving people. Stepping a card appeared in the magician's hand and she offered it. "Well you're doing a good job. But if you really want to make it in this business then you're going to need friends. Think about it for a while and..." Her words were cut short when Angel spoke up. "I exist to help people. If accepting your offer will assist in that endeavor then I am ready." Slightly caught off guard by the unwavering willingness she chuckled. Stepping back a bit Zatanna tilted her tophat back a bit. "Well aren't you a eager beaver. Well alright then, we'll be in touch. Hang onto the card and when everything is ready you'll know." Stepping around a corner she seemed to disappear just as quickly with another spell.
With the coast clear the winged being seemed to dissolve into twinkles of light leaving behind the young Sarah. The card still in hand she glanced down at it. Scrawled on its face seemed to be magical lettering with a few small details about a team, Young Justice. Great, once again GA had gotten her in over her head. Frustrated she tried to toss the card aside but it got caught by a mysterious gust of wind and flung back into her face. |
9,305 | 261 | 26 | 1,537 | 4,324 | Excuse me young man, the robotic Red Tornado spoke up to Kid Rogue, "Watch your language. You are being sponsored by a member of the Justice League and should act mannerly and with respect." Tornado said getting right to the point on cussing and showing respect.
"I believe, if you're ready to go, that I have an excellent simulation in mind." the robot continued.
In a gust of red wind Tornado flew up the stairs to the control room above the much larger War Room and took to the controls. The setting faded into place as what appeared to be a mall. At least a dozen civilian holo-droids in panic mode were running around as a holo-droid of an injured Flash laid on the ground. The enemy was the magnetism manipulator Magenta.
~KL~ | Name - Kilian Darukk
Alias - Ditto
Age - 19
Sponsor - Superman
Personality - mischievous, headstrong, stubborn
Powers - alien Carggite ability to triplicate into three individuals with a telepathic link to one another and slightly increased physical attributes.
Weaknesses - while stronger, faster, and more durable than most humans, Ditto can still be harmed by anything an average human would be. It should be noted his 'costume' is made from a cloth on Cargg similar to Kevlar..
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Kilian recently crash landed on Earth while travelling the stars, in Metropolis no less, and shortly after began moonlighting as a superhero when Superman was away. A native of the planet Cargg, Superman was familiar with Ditto's alien heritage from his experience with the Legion of Superheroes from the 30th century. After meeting the hero in costume after a run-in with Parasite, the older Superman discovered out of costume he was living in homeless shelters while one of his duplicates performed on the street for pocket change.
What's Changed - Ditto is back to being only a triplicate and his strength isn't as great as it once was.
Notes - Ditto's symbol is Interlac for the letter d. Interlac is a common alphabet used by various planets in the neighboring space sectors, mostly for interplanetary trade and shipping.
Sample Post -
The purple skinned Parasite was too busy trying to eat one of the triplicates to realize the other two were spinging a trap. Without a living solar battery like Superman to drain, the monster was down to about the size of a skinny human with wrinkly prunish skin. The Carggite was strong, enough to bend weaker steel like that used to make the dumpsters in Metropolis. While one of the triplicates kept the monster's attention the other two quickly sprung their rap.
Clark Kent managed to catch most of the fight. After hearing a woman in an alley scream 'Monster!' Clark began to change into Superman, dropping a hotdog he'd just bought from a street vendor. Before he even had his shirt unbuttoned and the glasses off he'd witnessed the young man from Cargg intervene with his x-ray vision. Superman knew if he went in now the villain would only grow stronger, and it was safer to stay at a distance. Soon enough a steel dumpster was a makeshift restraining unit for the Parasite and the triplicates were absorbed into the prime Ditto.
Later in the evening Clark Kent was out for a walk and noticed something familiar about a homeless boy collecting change on the street. His instrument, something like a miniature guitar, was made from trash and discarded materials. The young man was wearing dark sunglasses but Clark could still see the boy's glowing yellow eyes behind them. It was the young hero from earlier. Or one of his triplicates. Clark approached the kid with money and whispered into his ear...
"I can help you and your brothers... meet me at the top of the Daily Planet building at sundown..." Kent said to the boy under his breath.
"If you know my secret you should know I haven't figured out this strange writing on your plane or why they don't use Interlac. What's a 'Daily Planet building'?" the young boy with long dark hair asked.
Sometime after sundown...
"What do you say Kilian?" the Man of Steel asked.
"I'm in." Kilian responded.
"What did the lower case d stand for on your shirt, Duplicate Boy?" Superman asked, obviously referring to Triplicate Girl/Duplicate Girl in the Legion of Superheroes from the future.
"That sounds horrible... it stands for Ditto." the young hero said with a smirk
~KL~ |
9,306 | 261 | 27 | 2,483 | 4,789 | Photon was sitting at the table when he heard an explosion. Someone is using the danger room. he thought. He'd get around to it. For now he would just sit back and talk with the others.
Of course, within seconds the others started to get up and head down there. He got up too, and strolled down to the war room. He arrived just in time to see the glowing-eyed alien take down a holo-graphic zombie. And here I thought we were doing training exercises, not playing second-rate video games. When Red Tornado reset it to a woman with magnetic powers, though he became interested. "Mind if I join in?" he asked. "I can manipulate light, if you were wondering, though these holograms have an underlying robotic core which I can't simply dissolve, so I can't defeat them that easily." | Name: Lin Sian
Alias: Photon
Age: 19
Sponsor: Dr. Light, Raven
Personality: Greedy, Cunning, Caring
Powers: Light manipulation: Can generate and absorb electromagnetic waves, though the further they are from the visual spectrum the harder they are to work with. While this ability is generally fairly weak, he also has the ability to bend, focus, and redirect light, which is remarkably strong, and can even be used to keep industrial lasers and laser weapons from hitting him. This ability also works on hard light constructs, such as holograms and Lantern constructs, due to Dr. Light's training. He has been known to focus the ambient light into laser beams when need be, but they are generally weak due to the small amount of light in them.
His suit can absorb light from the visible and some near-visible wavelengths, storing them for him to use or using them to power a hard-light shield on the surface of the suit.
Weaknesses: Darkness. Without light he has to rely on the small amount generated by his suit or the small amount he can generate. During his training with Raven, however, he learned to resist the weakening effects of Darkness.
Brief Bio: He doesn't remember his parents, just growing up in an orphanage on the outskirts of Gotham. The adults there were cruel, only caring about the money they got off of the kids, not the kids themselves. When he started exhibiting powers at the age of seven the people there saw him as a gold mine. With a metahuman working for them they could make huge amounts of money. They quickly pulled him out of school and started his grueling training, with one of the workers there teaching him karate via the "if you'd learn to dodge you wouldn't get hit" technique. They'd then make him exercise, followed by using his powers. When he became too tired to keep practicing, they'd beat him until he started practicing again.
One day he decided he'd had enough of this and, when they tried to beat him, he blinded them with a burst of light. He ran away and never came back. He learned to live on his own, being taught by the beggars, thieves, and general low-lifes how to make a quick dollar when you needed to. He even learned to read and write due to the teachings of one of the homeless men in the area. The man was an ex scientist who'd let alcohol ruin his life, but he was more than happy to teach a child about math and science. From his teachings Lin learned about how you could cloak something by bending the light around it, and found that he could do the same thing with his powers.
When he grew up he went to look for a more reliable way of making money and came across Dr. Light. The Doctor agreed to build training devices for him, and help him to learn to use his powers as long as he would steal things the Doctor needed in his research. One year ago, however, the Justice League caught Dr. Light and locked him up. Lin decided to strike out on his own, but when, a few weeks later, he found a young girl living on the streets in Metropolis's China town district he got an apartment nearby and adopted her, though not officially. He now steals things for whoever is willing to pay.
What's Changed: N/A
Notes: Skills: Stealth, Parquor, lock picking, hacking, studied several martial arts forms
Sample Post: Photon decloaked himself near his apartment. Another successful job. Another paying client satisfied.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos" he heard, and was immediately surrounded in a sphere of darkness, cutting off access to his power source, namely ambient light. He tried to output enough light by himself to overpower her trap, but she was too powerful. Eventually, he stopped struggling and she made the field around his head disappear. "Photon. You're under arrest. Give back your stolen goods and I'll make sure the police go easy on you."
"I don't have it anymore, I already delivered it to my client."
"Then tell me who the client is so that I can get it back." she responded.
"I can't do that. I'll lose clients if I tell who they are."
"But you'll lose Lin if you get sent to prison." she said, referring to Photon's sister.
He knew that he couldn't risk getting locked up, as she would be sent to a orphanage if he was put in jail. "So you know about her. That means you know why I need the money. I'm willing to switch sides and work for you instead, but I'll still need a paycheck."
She thought about it for a while, then nodded. "Fine," she said, "we'll work something out, but in the mean time, consider me your parole officer. Now, the name of your client?"
Photon nodded. "Luthor." |
9,307 | 261 | 28 | 1,645 | 768 | At the comment to mind his language, Dominic rolled his eyes in annoyance, although not before checking to see if his face was out of view of the walking tin-man. Normally he would have retaliated, much like he had done previously in the kitchen. Now however, he kept his mouth shut, as despite how he acted and tried to rebel, he wasn’t ready to give up all this junk yet! Instead he turned his attention to Guardian Angel as she spoke. He smirked at her question before eyeing her and her wings. If she really was an angel as she claimed, then that gal was surely packing some serious heat! You’d think that Dominic would be sceptical of such things, although after everything you saw on TV while growing up in a world like this, magic didn’t seem that hard to get his head around. It was just some kind of ancient science, right?
“Me? I can built things.” He spoke in an extremely vague manner as he adjusted his gauntlets. At the twitch of one of the servos on his wrist, the machines shot into life, with an array or violent emerald LED lights flickering on. Flexing his hands, he emitted a low level frequency in order to test that they were fine before heading once more to the door. As he moved, yet another voice caught his attention; a young man wearing a collection of neon lights. “Come on down Tron!” He called before entering the War Room, with him quickly followed by his two teammates.
Instantaneously the room around him began to shift and change, until finally Dominic found himself in an all so familiar location. Central City Mall. His eyes darting around through his mask, taking in the situation; the injured Flash, the panicking civilian and of course the big baddie herself. It didn’t take long for him to recognise her. Magenta. Personally he’d never met her, although he’d heard plenty of the Rogue’s speak about her. Apparently she was a class-A looney. Something about her being deeply in love with the Flash? The details didn’t exactly matter, just that she was a threat. Especially to Dominic considering her abilities. Magnetism. That pretty much meant that his gear would be useless if he didn’t act fast. His mind quickly attempted to pull together some kind of plan. Then he got it. Hypnosis!
“Cover your ears, boys and girls!” He declared loudly, raising his arms in a very dramatic manner. “I’m leading the rats out of Hamelin!”
Flexing his hands, he activated his gauntlets. | Name: Dominic Miller
Alias: Kid Rogue, formerly Kid Kold
Age: 18
Sponsor: The Flash
Personality: Rude, opinionised, determined
Powers:
A form of technopathy, Dominic has the superhuman ability to innately understand any mechanical device he comes into contact with. This enables him to know how to manufacture a whole range of devices, as long as he has the available materials at hand.
As well as this, Dominic has been trained in some combat during both his time with both the Rogues and the Flash. While no expert, Dominic has also had some training in the use of the tools utilized by the Rogues, such as Pied Piper's sonic technology and Mirror Master’s mirrors.
Weaknesses:
Aside from the typical weaknesses that come with being a typical human being, Dominic has a severe nut allergy.
Equipment:
Sonic Gauntlets – Based on the technology built into the Pied Piper's hypnotic flute, Kid Rogue has equiped his gauntlet to perform similar results, with them able to emit a hypnotic signal which suggests that people evacuate the area which they are currently located. This is mostly used for crowd control, or to disperse mutiple entities that he may have to go up against. The gauntlets can also emit sonic vibrations which could shatter glass at high frequencies.
Mirror Gauntlets – Kid Rogue’s gauntlets also make use of two mirrors, which contain small doorways to Mirror Master’s mirror dimension. While too small to travel through, Dominic uses this to store and retrieve a variety of weapons, for quick access in the field.
He also makes use of various explosive devices similar to that used by the Trickster which he has stored in his gauntlet mirrors.
Ear plugs, due to hypnotic gauntlet related reasons.
Appearance:
BRIEF Bio:
After witnessing The Flash fail to save the life of his mother during a fire, Dominic’s hatred for the scarlet speedster started. Instead of idolising the heroes like the rest of the kids in his new home, the orphanage, Dominic set his eyes on a new group of idols; the Rogues. He admired their rules and efficiency, with the boy keen to follow in their footsteps. In his early teens he made a small record for himself, mostly due to petty theft and shoplifting. Although he followed the rules of the Rogues, not harming anyone. Discovering that he had meta-human abilities, Dominic decided that he could finally be of use to his heroes, and was determined to join their ranks. He tracked the team’s whereabouts to their regular bar but was unfortunately rejected by ol’ Captain Cold himself, who told the kid to “Fuck right off”. That didn’t stop him though, as Dominic managed to get an imprint of how to make the villain's weapon just by giving it a simple touch.
Within a few days, he had completed recreating the gun, and after suiting up in a homemade costume, he took to the streets. Finding the Rogues outside the Central City National Bank, Dominic managed to come to the aid of Captain Cold, by getting a hit on the Flash. After joining the group’s escape, they deemed themselves impressed and after learning of his abilities they decided to keep Dominic along. While mostly staying behind in their safe house while the team went on heists, he trained in the use of their gear, as well as adding advancements to it. After a while, he joined the team for his first real heist, under the guise of Kid Rogue, mirroring the alias of the Flash’s old partner, Kid Flash. The mission was successful although during his second outing, he was apprehended by the Flash.
Despite first resisting and fighting back due to him believing that his team would come save him, he realized that the Rogues weren’t coming and that he had been abandoned. Reluctantly, he decided to put his feelings against the Flash aside and let the hero help him. He was relocated to a new foster family and was instructed to give up his previous costumed activities. That didn’t stop him though, as Kid Rogue continued to hit the streets at night, although this time as a hero.
Sample post:
“I thought I told you to give up with this, kid?”
Despite currently focussing on not being taken out by the group of thugs surrounding him, the sound of that distinctive voice caught his attention. Groaning, Kid Rogue lowered his raised sonic gauntlets, his eyes watching his current predicament disappear in a blur. Or for use of a better word, in a flash. In front of him, the scarlet speedster darted about, quickly pinning the hooded goons against the parking lot wall, locking their hands together behind their backs using some kind of futuristic handcuffs.
While many would have loved to witness such a sight, the teenage vigilante was extremely pissed off. Every time! Every single time he ventured out at night to fight the good fight, this guy always turned up and sent him packing.
“I take it you have my place bugged or somethin’, old man?” Dominic questioned as he approached the superhero, adjusting the circuitry on his gauntlets as he did so.
The Flash simply gave the boy his signature smile and let out a short laugh. “You’re not going to stop doing this are you?” He spoke, ignoring the question. The grumpy look on Dominic gave him his answer instantly. “Well if I can’t stop you, then at least I can make sure you go about this the right way! It’s time you and I had a little chat.”
Notes:
Due to Captain Cold choosing not to come rescue Dominic from the Flash, Dominic has stopped idolising the villain so decided to no longer use a cold gun out in the field, relying on his sonic gauntlets and technomancy instead! |
9,308 | 261 | 29 | 2,356 | 5,042 | Angel looked at the gauntlet with interest. Inventing was not one of her skill sets to say the least. Sarah was much more ingenuitive than she. "Fascinating. I must confess I am rather naive to your technology and how it functions. I have not been in this world but a year so I've much to learn." The gauntlet before her seemed to hum from a simple movement. A brief study brought her hand to chin but the contraptions operation eluded her. "I look forward to seeing how you vanquish a foe with these gauntlets." She followed him into the room.
Upon entering the chamber and seeing it change before her eyes Angel marveled for a moment before it became apparent that their opponent was before them. Crouching she was about to launch herself into the fray when Dominic advised to cover their ears. What could he be planning to do. Stepping back she did as instructed but took to the air none the less. Perhaps her movement could server as some distraction from the ground. | Name - Sarah Donner
Alias - Guardian Angel (Angel or GA for short)
Age - 17 {Angel appears to be in her mid 20s)
Sponsor - Zatanna
Personality - Sarah can actually have conflictual personalities. She honestly would prefer if people left here alone and vices versa. Being sociable was not something she grew up doing and she could be very cynical. Even with those close to her she would act sassy. But her transformation into Guardian Angel compels her to assist others. And if that requires her to act extremely outgoing and friendly then she cannot stop herself.
Powers - White magic: First and foremost, transforms her into Guardian Angel. As Angel she possesses super strength, speed, and the ability to heal. Obviously taking on the form of a winged angel she has the ability to fly.
Weaknesses - While more athletic as Guardian Angel, physically she is not any more durable than a normal person. Using up too much of her magic energy will cause her to change back into Sarah, who has no special qualities and is as normal as any other human. Having a dual personality when the two don't agree then her performance suffers.
Appearance -
Sarah:
Guardian Angel:
BRIEF Bio - Growing up in a bad side of town made life pretty tough. Street smarts and fighting were a must but it was only a matter of time before Sarah fell in with a bad crowd. The things they did were small time, petty theft and psudo-terf wars. Somebody somewhere must have been desperate because her little gang got recruited for a big job knocking off a local museum. The payoff was just too good to pass up and they would even be provided the equipment and plans to pull it off. The reality was that the people who wanted the loot needed as much distance from the crime as possible. Getting a bunch of clueless kids to do it for them made that easy.
Things went without a hitch. Everyone got out with the loot, some weird broken stone tablet. Lagging behind with the loot Sarah missed the rondevu with their employer long enough to avoid getting nabbed like the rest of her gang. She did however see what happened and got away. Word quickly reached her that if the goods were not brought like promised that her friends would be killed. Things were getting too real for Sarah to deal with and she had no idea what to do. These guys clearly did not hold up to their word. What could be so important about a busted up old rock? It sort of looked like a puzzle though. Needing a break from the stress she busied herself assembling the pieces. In the back of her mind though she wanted to help her friends and it brought her back to things her mother used to tell her about guardian angels. Her friends could definitely use one now. Putting in the last piece her silent wish was granted. Becoming part of Sarah, the tablet gave her new form and power to carry out the wish and her days as Guardian Angel began.
Sarah's new found power came with an unusual catch. The normally rough and difficult to work with girl would spin on a dime whenever danger was present or something bad happened. What's more those situations were not something she could ignore. If she could help then whether she really wanted to or not she felt obligated to do so. Involuntarily thrust into a much bigger role than she ever wanted many of her actions are now dictated by her strange alter ego.
Notes - Sarah still doesn't know who hired her gang or what exactly the tablet was. Having no leads or magical knowledge she had made little headway.
Sample Post - After some much unneeded chaos Angel had taken care of an armed robbery. Sarah had only gone out to pick up a few things and the sirens had drawn her attention. Since her transformation into an angelic being had occured she had found such alarms difficult to pass up. Most often they were small tasks but the word of a Guardian Angel in the city was hard to miss. Thankfully she could hide her identity behind the teen punk she was.
Having moved out of sight of the public she was about to return to normal when some unusual words floated through the air. They were actually spoken backwards, a signature of the magician Zatanna. Spinning on her heels the woman smirked slightly. "So you're the guardian angel I've been hearing about. You're pretty good at hiding when you're not out saving the day." Both Sarah and Angel had heard of Zatanna. At one point the girl had thought about asking for help in learning what had happened to her. Even if this was a hero though she wasn't willing to give up her secret. "I must stay hidden if I wish not to put myself in any more unneeded danger." The statement seemed self defeating since she purposely threw herself into risky situations.
Such was the life when saving people. Stepping a card appeared in the magician's hand and she offered it. "Well you're doing a good job. But if you really want to make it in this business then you're going to need friends. Think about it for a while and..." Her words were cut short when Angel spoke up. "I exist to help people. If accepting your offer will assist in that endeavor then I am ready." Slightly caught off guard by the unwavering willingness she chuckled. Stepping back a bit Zatanna tilted her tophat back a bit. "Well aren't you a eager beaver. Well alright then, we'll be in touch. Hang onto the card and when everything is ready you'll know." Stepping around a corner she seemed to disappear just as quickly with another spell.
With the coast clear the winged being seemed to dissolve into twinkles of light leaving behind the young Sarah. The card still in hand she glanced down at it. Scrawled on its face seemed to be magical lettering with a few small details about a team, Young Justice. Great, once again GA had gotten her in over her head. Frustrated she tried to toss the card aside but it got caught by a mysterious gust of wind and flung back into her face. |
9,309 | 261 | 30 | 1,430 | 796 | Sourge sighed as Kid suggested that they get some teamwork. Shaking his head he chuckled to himself. "Can't admit when you might need help huh?" He thought to himself. "Well if we are going to try to work on our teamwork I might as well join in." He stated as the simulation appeared. He watched Kid demonstrate his ability before deciding he should let the others know what he could do. "Might as well let you guys know my ability. I can create and manipulate fire, as well as manipulate smoke." He decided to leave out the fact that he could absorb fire and raise his body temperature to very unnatural and deadly levels. He didn't use those often especially the last one unless needed. "Just a word of advice, if at anytime I say don't touch me, don't do it. I'm not trying to be rude in those cases it is a safety thing for others." He decided he should at least give them a warning about what he may potentially do.
When he entered the room they were told to cover their ears he did as told and covered his ears waiting for something to happen. | Name - James Natchgale
Alias - Scourge
Age - 20
Sponsor - Red Tornado
Personality - Kind, Charismatic, Happy
Powers - Fire manifestation and manipulation as well as smoke manipulation. He can also raise his body temperatures close to supernova with no harm to his own body other than physical exhaustion (the hotter his body gets the more exhausted he gets he is prone to bad fevers when physically exhausted from this ability). Can also absorb flames into his body though this will also cause his body temp to rise resulting similarly to the above complicating.
Weaknesses - Water is an obvious weakness, with his raised average temperature being introduced to the cold to quickly will put his body into shock. Also anything that kills or injures a normal human kills and injured him other than fire and breathing in smoke (his lungs are used to breathing it in)
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - James grew up in a normal home, though when his powers first started developing he used that fact that he could raise his body temp to his advantage, often using it skip school. Though as more of his abilities began to surface his body began to inexplicably smoke or catch fire. This, of course, caused him to drop out of school all together though it didn't effect him much as he was at the top of his class anyway. James went into Firemen training after gaining control of his ability and after landing a job as a fireman he secretly used his ability to subside or even completely put out the fire, depending on the intensity of the flame.
Sample Post - It was a normal day at the fire station, a couple small house fires but nothing that one or two men couldn't handle. Those at the station had settle down into a game of Texas Hold-em. Either that or they were idly chatting on the sofas around the lounge area. Nothing to interesting had happened in the past week or so, giving the men and women who worked at the station a nice break.
The calm of the station lasted until about half past midnight. It was then the alarms sounded, signaling an all hands fire. The once calm station burst into a bustle of bodies and noise as they set to the tasks they were assigned to. The loud speaker blared announcing what they were dealing with. A lab fire on the outskirts of town. It seemed the fire had started from a small burner being knocked over but with the amount of chemicals that had been used in the room, everything caught quicker than they could stop it.
The preparations ended and they headed out to the lab. They arrived there quickly and they unloaded, quickly getting to work. They found that several people had been trapped in the building so a team was assigned to go in a get them. Within this team was James.
Heading into the building he and two other men split up to find those trapped inside. James found a pair of researchers in a matter of minutes. He turned to head out of the room with them but the ceiling collapsed in front of them. James, being in the front, took the brunt of the flames that shot up at them from the falling debris. Taking no notice to the flames that burned his suit he turned to look for the closest exit, this being a window, though only the two small researchers could fit through it, he was a little to big to get through. Smashing the window he prompted the two to exit, and only after that had gone did he start using his ability. After a moment he managed to clear the debris from the doorway and head out.
When he exited the building he heard hollers about something explosive. And a couple of the others on his team mention not being able to put the fire out before it exploded. Grunting he used his power, to reduce the flame no nothing but a small smolder easily put out.
After vigorous questioning he was brought to the attention of the Justice League, where Red Tornado had decided to sponsor him, though at first James had little knowledge of this. It wasn't until a week or so later that the Tornado himself came to speak to him. Explaining the situation, and how he was now sponsored by him. |
9,310 | 261 | 31 | 1,645 | 768 | A collab between , , and
Photon plugged his ears to keep the socic weapon from ruining his hearing.
Seconds later, a high pitched screech filled the air, with Dominic's gauntlets being the sound's source. A strangely calming tune could also be heard, which was somewhat mixed in to the noise. All around the heroes, the civilians stopped in their tracks as the sound met their ears, with the pupils of their eyes increasing in size. The people ran, as if chased off by the sound, heading towards the exits as fast as they possibly could, their bodies fading away in nothingness as they entered the doorways. Ah hypnosis. Piper's tech had been one of the most complicated pieces he had operated on during his time among the Rogues. What had been even more complicated was assigning it to his gauntlets so that he didn't have to prance around with a flute. Luckily it did the job, enabling Kid Rogue to clear the entire area, or so he thought.
It seems that Magenta, while initially being distracted by Guardian Angel taking to the sky, was quick to catch on to what was going on. The villain followed suit and covered her ears, glaring at the two teenagers still on the ground as she did so. Once the sound of the hypnotic blast came to an end, she sprung right back into action, with her sending what appeared to be a metal bar in Dominic’s direction. The blunt force of the bar knocked the technopath to the floor, where the teen groaned in both pain and annoyance.
When the man was done attacking, Photon walked over to him and touched his arm to get his attention. "Here, let me try." he said. "The thing about magnets is that they stop working when you heat them up." Photon pulled light from his suit and shifted it into the infrared. After a few seconds he had gathered and, the hard part, shifted enough light. He focused it into a beam and fired at the holographic enemy, but the woman had lifted a manhole cover in the way. All he managed to accomplish was to create a red-glowing manhole cover. "Huh. I guess it's not going to be that easy, then." he said.
"Well..." coughed Dominic as he climbed to his feet, evidently still winded from the metal bar. “Well at least you tried mate.”
Swooping down where her teammates could hear her, Angel spoke. "I do not posses any weapons for range. To assist I need to face our opponent directly. Flying to her does not appear to be a wise decision. Should she be distracted I may be able to get close enough to attack." She avoided what remained of the manhole cover. Agility wouldn't win them the day though.
Scourge uncovered his ears when the sound stopped. He was rather impressed by the ability but now was not the time to lollygag. He looked to the man who mentioned heat and magnets. "Well if it's heat you want, it's heat I got." He stated shooting a stream of fire at Magenta, the fire turned blue as he slowly began to heat up his body. Not enough to cause him physical exhaustion but just enough to rise the temperature of his flames. He still wasn't used to using his abilities to attack others but he assumed he would get used to it.
The villain's attention was swiftly turned toward him. "Someone do something quick before I get hit. I'm not used to this whole attacking thing." He stated honestly as he slowly moved behind a random object for a little bit of cover, unsure if what he was doing had the desired effect or not. "Here is your opening Angel I'd take it now! I know how to control these enough to not burn you.
Hearing Scourge's cry for help, Kid Rogue darted off to the left, circling around behind Magenta. As he ran, he plunged his hand through one of the mirrors on his gauntlets. Entering the mirror dimension was always an odd experience although Dominic liked to think that he had gotten used to it by now. Rumaging around, he found a grenade to his liking and pulled it out through the mirror portal. Activating the explosive, he tossed it towards the villainess. The explosion was small in size, although enough to distract her from Scourge.
Recovering quickly, Magenta turned, this time so that Guardian Angel was now located behind her. Scourge was right, this was certainly time for Guardian Angel to make her move.
Her teammates did work surprisingly well together given they'd never had the chance to practice. Spotting what would likely be the best opening Angel flew up and clasped her hands together. Hands raised they came down like a club on her back. The impact forced Magneta down. The villian's attempt to recover was met by Angel flying straight down, feet first. Hitting the ground, Magneta was decently shaken up. The whole thing was not particulatly elegant but effective. "You all make excellent allies."
"You're not so bad yourself feath... Guardian Angel." Kid Rogue gave the female a smile, as he approached the rest of the team. Around them the room seemed to fade away, disappearing as fast as it had originally appeared. They did a good job. Well, a good job for their first try as a team. "Yo, Mr Tornado!" He called loudly to the control room. "How'd we do?" | Name: Dominic Miller
Alias: Kid Rogue, formerly Kid Kold
Age: 18
Sponsor: The Flash
Personality: Rude, opinionised, determined
Powers:
A form of technopathy, Dominic has the superhuman ability to innately understand any mechanical device he comes into contact with. This enables him to know how to manufacture a whole range of devices, as long as he has the available materials at hand.
As well as this, Dominic has been trained in some combat during both his time with both the Rogues and the Flash. While no expert, Dominic has also had some training in the use of the tools utilized by the Rogues, such as Pied Piper's sonic technology and Mirror Master’s mirrors.
Weaknesses:
Aside from the typical weaknesses that come with being a typical human being, Dominic has a severe nut allergy.
Equipment:
Sonic Gauntlets – Based on the technology built into the Pied Piper's hypnotic flute, Kid Rogue has equiped his gauntlet to perform similar results, with them able to emit a hypnotic signal which suggests that people evacuate the area which they are currently located. This is mostly used for crowd control, or to disperse mutiple entities that he may have to go up against. The gauntlets can also emit sonic vibrations which could shatter glass at high frequencies.
Mirror Gauntlets – Kid Rogue’s gauntlets also make use of two mirrors, which contain small doorways to Mirror Master’s mirror dimension. While too small to travel through, Dominic uses this to store and retrieve a variety of weapons, for quick access in the field.
He also makes use of various explosive devices similar to that used by the Trickster which he has stored in his gauntlet mirrors.
Ear plugs, due to hypnotic gauntlet related reasons.
Appearance:
BRIEF Bio:
After witnessing The Flash fail to save the life of his mother during a fire, Dominic’s hatred for the scarlet speedster started. Instead of idolising the heroes like the rest of the kids in his new home, the orphanage, Dominic set his eyes on a new group of idols; the Rogues. He admired their rules and efficiency, with the boy keen to follow in their footsteps. In his early teens he made a small record for himself, mostly due to petty theft and shoplifting. Although he followed the rules of the Rogues, not harming anyone. Discovering that he had meta-human abilities, Dominic decided that he could finally be of use to his heroes, and was determined to join their ranks. He tracked the team’s whereabouts to their regular bar but was unfortunately rejected by ol’ Captain Cold himself, who told the kid to “Fuck right off”. That didn’t stop him though, as Dominic managed to get an imprint of how to make the villain's weapon just by giving it a simple touch.
Within a few days, he had completed recreating the gun, and after suiting up in a homemade costume, he took to the streets. Finding the Rogues outside the Central City National Bank, Dominic managed to come to the aid of Captain Cold, by getting a hit on the Flash. After joining the group’s escape, they deemed themselves impressed and after learning of his abilities they decided to keep Dominic along. While mostly staying behind in their safe house while the team went on heists, he trained in the use of their gear, as well as adding advancements to it. After a while, he joined the team for his first real heist, under the guise of Kid Rogue, mirroring the alias of the Flash’s old partner, Kid Flash. The mission was successful although during his second outing, he was apprehended by the Flash.
Despite first resisting and fighting back due to him believing that his team would come save him, he realized that the Rogues weren’t coming and that he had been abandoned. Reluctantly, he decided to put his feelings against the Flash aside and let the hero help him. He was relocated to a new foster family and was instructed to give up his previous costumed activities. That didn’t stop him though, as Kid Rogue continued to hit the streets at night, although this time as a hero.
Sample post:
“I thought I told you to give up with this, kid?”
Despite currently focussing on not being taken out by the group of thugs surrounding him, the sound of that distinctive voice caught his attention. Groaning, Kid Rogue lowered his raised sonic gauntlets, his eyes watching his current predicament disappear in a blur. Or for use of a better word, in a flash. In front of him, the scarlet speedster darted about, quickly pinning the hooded goons against the parking lot wall, locking their hands together behind their backs using some kind of futuristic handcuffs.
While many would have loved to witness such a sight, the teenage vigilante was extremely pissed off. Every time! Every single time he ventured out at night to fight the good fight, this guy always turned up and sent him packing.
“I take it you have my place bugged or somethin’, old man?” Dominic questioned as he approached the superhero, adjusting the circuitry on his gauntlets as he did so.
The Flash simply gave the boy his signature smile and let out a short laugh. “You’re not going to stop doing this are you?” He spoke, ignoring the question. The grumpy look on Dominic gave him his answer instantly. “Well if I can’t stop you, then at least I can make sure you go about this the right way! It’s time you and I had a little chat.”
Notes:
Due to Captain Cold choosing not to come rescue Dominic from the Flash, Dominic has stopped idolising the villain so decided to no longer use a cold gun out in the field, relying on his sonic gauntlets and technomancy instead! |
9,311 | 261 | 32 | 1,537 | 4,324 | Yo, Mr Tornado! Kid Rogue called loudly to the control room. "How'd we do?"
The Red Tornado had been a hero for nearly a decade. The metals and alloys in his robotic body weren't as shiny as they used to be and he had clearly seen better days. However, the amount of heroic metahumans had decreased over the years while metahuman criminals popped up in every state. The Young Justice Program needed to exist simply to see heroes for the future should something happen to Superman and the League. Tornado took everything in from the War Room, collected the raw data, and had the young man's answer.
"You operated at roughly 90% efficiency individually. Still room for improvement, however it is acceptable in the field. Good..." the Justice Leaguer stated began to answer as another Leaguer stepped in.
"You all did amazing, the statistics don't mater that much." Superman stated, "The civilians were out of harm's way in good time and the threat was neutralized. That's all that matters in the end..."
You could tell the heroes were somewhat in awe. Tornado himself even straightened up a little more and stood a little taller when Superman walked through the entrance. He was the first hero. The reason people called them all 'superheroes' in the first place. The Kryptonian stood around 6'3 and towered over even the taller members in the Young Justice Program.
"I'll walk back up with you guys. I'd like to see what Ditto is up to before I go..." Superman started to say before asking a question to the small group that included Photon and Angel, "Have any of you heard him play that guitar-ish instrument he made from discarded trash and materials?"
When they arrived back on the ground level they began to pass the personal quarters of the members in the 'Program. The young man from Cargg had his door open and was playing the instrument that resembled a sitar somewhat.
"Kilian, how're you holding up?" Superman asked as the others seemed to walk on.
"Three meals a day and a roof over my heads, more than I could ask for.
Across town, deep within the sewers...
A man in a lab coat approached several homeless men, at least a dozen, who had most definitely seen better days. He simply tossed down a bag of food around their steel drum fire pit and the half dozen men or so dove for the delicious smelling bag. Tearing into the food within minutes most of it had already been eaten. The vision of one of the men began playing tricks on him and he screamed. The others soon followed. They all panicked, ran into walls, tripped over each other, all before screaming in pain as their skin mutated and their clothes ripped. Green scaly skin covered them all now. Their heads and jaws becoming as massive as their bodies. All they were missing were tails, but that wasn't always a thing to the original.
"Go forth my Killer Crocodile Men, make your daddy proud..." the man in the coat stated in a creepy tone as they took off in the sewage.
Back at Young Justice HQ...
"I'll bring you down to Metropolis sometime next week and we'll go to that Chinese place if you want." Superman said one alien to the next.
"Whenever is good for you, Kal! I'll see ya!" Ditto exclaimed as Superman made his exit to the teleporter room.
~KL~ | Name - Kilian Darukk
Alias - Ditto
Age - 19
Sponsor - Superman
Personality - mischievous, headstrong, stubborn
Powers - alien Carggite ability to triplicate into three individuals with a telepathic link to one another and slightly increased physical attributes.
Weaknesses - while stronger, faster, and more durable than most humans, Ditto can still be harmed by anything an average human would be. It should be noted his 'costume' is made from a cloth on Cargg similar to Kevlar..
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Kilian recently crash landed on Earth while travelling the stars, in Metropolis no less, and shortly after began moonlighting as a superhero when Superman was away. A native of the planet Cargg, Superman was familiar with Ditto's alien heritage from his experience with the Legion of Superheroes from the 30th century. After meeting the hero in costume after a run-in with Parasite, the older Superman discovered out of costume he was living in homeless shelters while one of his duplicates performed on the street for pocket change.
What's Changed - Ditto is back to being only a triplicate and his strength isn't as great as it once was.
Notes - Ditto's symbol is Interlac for the letter d. Interlac is a common alphabet used by various planets in the neighboring space sectors, mostly for interplanetary trade and shipping.
Sample Post -
The purple skinned Parasite was too busy trying to eat one of the triplicates to realize the other two were spinging a trap. Without a living solar battery like Superman to drain, the monster was down to about the size of a skinny human with wrinkly prunish skin. The Carggite was strong, enough to bend weaker steel like that used to make the dumpsters in Metropolis. While one of the triplicates kept the monster's attention the other two quickly sprung their rap.
Clark Kent managed to catch most of the fight. After hearing a woman in an alley scream 'Monster!' Clark began to change into Superman, dropping a hotdog he'd just bought from a street vendor. Before he even had his shirt unbuttoned and the glasses off he'd witnessed the young man from Cargg intervene with his x-ray vision. Superman knew if he went in now the villain would only grow stronger, and it was safer to stay at a distance. Soon enough a steel dumpster was a makeshift restraining unit for the Parasite and the triplicates were absorbed into the prime Ditto.
Later in the evening Clark Kent was out for a walk and noticed something familiar about a homeless boy collecting change on the street. His instrument, something like a miniature guitar, was made from trash and discarded materials. The young man was wearing dark sunglasses but Clark could still see the boy's glowing yellow eyes behind them. It was the young hero from earlier. Or one of his triplicates. Clark approached the kid with money and whispered into his ear...
"I can help you and your brothers... meet me at the top of the Daily Planet building at sundown..." Kent said to the boy under his breath.
"If you know my secret you should know I haven't figured out this strange writing on your plane or why they don't use Interlac. What's a 'Daily Planet building'?" the young boy with long dark hair asked.
Sometime after sundown...
"What do you say Kilian?" the Man of Steel asked.
"I'm in." Kilian responded.
"What did the lower case d stand for on your shirt, Duplicate Boy?" Superman asked, obviously referring to Triplicate Girl/Duplicate Girl in the Legion of Superheroes from the future.
"That sounds horrible... it stands for Ditto." the young hero said with a smirk
~KL~ |
9,312 | 261 | 33 | 1,645 | 768 | No matter how much he told himself that Superman wasn't that great, or that he was just some kind of stupid boy scout, Dominic felt that meeting him was one of the most powerful experiences of his life. Just being in the same room as him made Dominic's throat go a little dry. He began to overthink what he wanted to say. What about 'hello? Or 'How are you?' Or maybe even 'Jee whiz, can i get your autograph'. Regardless though, Dominic stayed quiet. Why ruin such a glorious moment? Superman just gave off a strong feeling. He makes you feel useless and powerful at the same time. All he could do was smile gleefully.
Having to use his hand to shut his jaw which had lowered slightly during the interaction, Dominic gave the superhero a short nod before following the group as they made their accent out of the War Room.
Clearing his head, he thought back to the simulation with Magenta. He may moan and groan a lot, but Kid Rogue had to emit that they were a good team. Even scrooge Mcduck himself wasn't a complete waste of space with his fire as he had expected. They were going to do quite well, in Dominic's opinion. Now all he wanted to do was see what the rest of the guys could do! Who knows, maybe there's a big baddie just around the corner for them to punch! | Name: Dominic Miller
Alias: Kid Rogue, formerly Kid Kold
Age: 18
Sponsor: The Flash
Personality: Rude, opinionised, determined
Powers:
A form of technopathy, Dominic has the superhuman ability to innately understand any mechanical device he comes into contact with. This enables him to know how to manufacture a whole range of devices, as long as he has the available materials at hand.
As well as this, Dominic has been trained in some combat during both his time with both the Rogues and the Flash. While no expert, Dominic has also had some training in the use of the tools utilized by the Rogues, such as Pied Piper's sonic technology and Mirror Master’s mirrors.
Weaknesses:
Aside from the typical weaknesses that come with being a typical human being, Dominic has a severe nut allergy.
Equipment:
Sonic Gauntlets – Based on the technology built into the Pied Piper's hypnotic flute, Kid Rogue has equiped his gauntlet to perform similar results, with them able to emit a hypnotic signal which suggests that people evacuate the area which they are currently located. This is mostly used for crowd control, or to disperse mutiple entities that he may have to go up against. The gauntlets can also emit sonic vibrations which could shatter glass at high frequencies.
Mirror Gauntlets – Kid Rogue’s gauntlets also make use of two mirrors, which contain small doorways to Mirror Master’s mirror dimension. While too small to travel through, Dominic uses this to store and retrieve a variety of weapons, for quick access in the field.
He also makes use of various explosive devices similar to that used by the Trickster which he has stored in his gauntlet mirrors.
Ear plugs, due to hypnotic gauntlet related reasons.
Appearance:
BRIEF Bio:
After witnessing The Flash fail to save the life of his mother during a fire, Dominic’s hatred for the scarlet speedster started. Instead of idolising the heroes like the rest of the kids in his new home, the orphanage, Dominic set his eyes on a new group of idols; the Rogues. He admired their rules and efficiency, with the boy keen to follow in their footsteps. In his early teens he made a small record for himself, mostly due to petty theft and shoplifting. Although he followed the rules of the Rogues, not harming anyone. Discovering that he had meta-human abilities, Dominic decided that he could finally be of use to his heroes, and was determined to join their ranks. He tracked the team’s whereabouts to their regular bar but was unfortunately rejected by ol’ Captain Cold himself, who told the kid to “Fuck right off”. That didn’t stop him though, as Dominic managed to get an imprint of how to make the villain's weapon just by giving it a simple touch.
Within a few days, he had completed recreating the gun, and after suiting up in a homemade costume, he took to the streets. Finding the Rogues outside the Central City National Bank, Dominic managed to come to the aid of Captain Cold, by getting a hit on the Flash. After joining the group’s escape, they deemed themselves impressed and after learning of his abilities they decided to keep Dominic along. While mostly staying behind in their safe house while the team went on heists, he trained in the use of their gear, as well as adding advancements to it. After a while, he joined the team for his first real heist, under the guise of Kid Rogue, mirroring the alias of the Flash’s old partner, Kid Flash. The mission was successful although during his second outing, he was apprehended by the Flash.
Despite first resisting and fighting back due to him believing that his team would come save him, he realized that the Rogues weren’t coming and that he had been abandoned. Reluctantly, he decided to put his feelings against the Flash aside and let the hero help him. He was relocated to a new foster family and was instructed to give up his previous costumed activities. That didn’t stop him though, as Kid Rogue continued to hit the streets at night, although this time as a hero.
Sample post:
“I thought I told you to give up with this, kid?”
Despite currently focussing on not being taken out by the group of thugs surrounding him, the sound of that distinctive voice caught his attention. Groaning, Kid Rogue lowered his raised sonic gauntlets, his eyes watching his current predicament disappear in a blur. Or for use of a better word, in a flash. In front of him, the scarlet speedster darted about, quickly pinning the hooded goons against the parking lot wall, locking their hands together behind their backs using some kind of futuristic handcuffs.
While many would have loved to witness such a sight, the teenage vigilante was extremely pissed off. Every time! Every single time he ventured out at night to fight the good fight, this guy always turned up and sent him packing.
“I take it you have my place bugged or somethin’, old man?” Dominic questioned as he approached the superhero, adjusting the circuitry on his gauntlets as he did so.
The Flash simply gave the boy his signature smile and let out a short laugh. “You’re not going to stop doing this are you?” He spoke, ignoring the question. The grumpy look on Dominic gave him his answer instantly. “Well if I can’t stop you, then at least I can make sure you go about this the right way! It’s time you and I had a little chat.”
Notes:
Due to Captain Cold choosing not to come rescue Dominic from the Flash, Dominic has stopped idolising the villain so decided to no longer use a cold gun out in the field, relying on his sonic gauntlets and technomancy instead! |
9,313 | 261 | 34 | 1,430 | 796 | James gave off a small smile at his mentor's words. The metal hero wasn't good with compliments, so that was the best they were going to get. At least for now, and it wasn't half bad for the team's first time working together. Even The Kid was useful when he wasn't flapping his lips and looking to start trouble.
When Supermen entered the room and gave his piece James couldn't help but smile a little bit more. Though he said nothing he was praising everyone in his mind. As they left the room he nudged Dominic. "You aren't half bad for a snot nosed brat." He smiled as he said this and his tone was clearly made to sound as though he was joking. "Seriously though, you did well. Though you gaping at the boss man like a codfish was a little embarssing, even for me." Again his last statement was more to tease the other male than anything. "It would seem we may have gotten off on the wrong foot, my intentions when addressing you were not to start a fight." James looked forward as he spoke he wasn't to good at apologizing to others when he didn't feel he had to, but someone had to patch things up and he hoped this would work. "Anyway, I am looking forward to working with you, as long as you can handle a joke or two here and there." He looked back at Dominic and smiled putting his hand out for the other to shake. An act of a sort of truce between them. | Name - James Natchgale
Alias - Scourge
Age - 20
Sponsor - Red Tornado
Personality - Kind, Charismatic, Happy
Powers - Fire manifestation and manipulation as well as smoke manipulation. He can also raise his body temperatures close to supernova with no harm to his own body other than physical exhaustion (the hotter his body gets the more exhausted he gets he is prone to bad fevers when physically exhausted from this ability). Can also absorb flames into his body though this will also cause his body temp to rise resulting similarly to the above complicating.
Weaknesses - Water is an obvious weakness, with his raised average temperature being introduced to the cold to quickly will put his body into shock. Also anything that kills or injures a normal human kills and injured him other than fire and breathing in smoke (his lungs are used to breathing it in)
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - James grew up in a normal home, though when his powers first started developing he used that fact that he could raise his body temp to his advantage, often using it skip school. Though as more of his abilities began to surface his body began to inexplicably smoke or catch fire. This, of course, caused him to drop out of school all together though it didn't effect him much as he was at the top of his class anyway. James went into Firemen training after gaining control of his ability and after landing a job as a fireman he secretly used his ability to subside or even completely put out the fire, depending on the intensity of the flame.
Sample Post - It was a normal day at the fire station, a couple small house fires but nothing that one or two men couldn't handle. Those at the station had settle down into a game of Texas Hold-em. Either that or they were idly chatting on the sofas around the lounge area. Nothing to interesting had happened in the past week or so, giving the men and women who worked at the station a nice break.
The calm of the station lasted until about half past midnight. It was then the alarms sounded, signaling an all hands fire. The once calm station burst into a bustle of bodies and noise as they set to the tasks they were assigned to. The loud speaker blared announcing what they were dealing with. A lab fire on the outskirts of town. It seemed the fire had started from a small burner being knocked over but with the amount of chemicals that had been used in the room, everything caught quicker than they could stop it.
The preparations ended and they headed out to the lab. They arrived there quickly and they unloaded, quickly getting to work. They found that several people had been trapped in the building so a team was assigned to go in a get them. Within this team was James.
Heading into the building he and two other men split up to find those trapped inside. James found a pair of researchers in a matter of minutes. He turned to head out of the room with them but the ceiling collapsed in front of them. James, being in the front, took the brunt of the flames that shot up at them from the falling debris. Taking no notice to the flames that burned his suit he turned to look for the closest exit, this being a window, though only the two small researchers could fit through it, he was a little to big to get through. Smashing the window he prompted the two to exit, and only after that had gone did he start using his ability. After a moment he managed to clear the debris from the doorway and head out.
When he exited the building he heard hollers about something explosive. And a couple of the others on his team mention not being able to put the fire out before it exploded. Grunting he used his power, to reduce the flame no nothing but a small smolder easily put out.
After vigorous questioning he was brought to the attention of the Justice League, where Red Tornado had decided to sponsor him, though at first James had little knowledge of this. It wasn't until a week or so later that the Tornado himself came to speak to him. Explaining the situation, and how he was now sponsored by him. |
9,314 | 261 | 35 | 1,537 | 4,324 | Beck had about six steps into the door before he was standing in front of Superman himself. He froze. Superman. The hero seemed to be on his way to somewhere or other within the HQ, but stopped for a moment when he saw Beck.
"Frostbite! For a little while, I thought Ice wasn't going to have you join."
Beck was completely paralyzed at this point, and his duffel bag slipped off his shoulder. Thankfully, he was too stiff to drop the cardboard box he was holding in his other arm. He didn't know quite what to say to the man standing in front of him, his mind having gone completely blank. Superman had a powerful presence, even in such a casual situation.
"Y-Yessir, I-I think it'll be good for me. Experierence on uh, a larger team, y-y'know?"
Superman nodded.
"It will. I'm glad you could make it."
He must have been able to tell Beck was starstruck. Superman. He was used to it. He had to be. However, he seemed to disappear down the hall just as quickly as he had appeared, and Beck was once again left alone. It wasn't long, however, before he found a group in the hallway. The other new Young Justice members, he assumed. Perhaps it would be better to get aquainted now.
"Oh, hey, all. You must be my teammates. I'm Frostbite. Uh. Ice powers. But my name is Beck."
Yep. That summed it up. | Name - Kilian Darukk
Alias - Ditto
Age - 19
Sponsor - Superman
Personality - mischievous, headstrong, stubborn
Powers - alien Carggite ability to triplicate into three individuals with a telepathic link to one another and slightly increased physical attributes.
Weaknesses - while stronger, faster, and more durable than most humans, Ditto can still be harmed by anything an average human would be. It should be noted his 'costume' is made from a cloth on Cargg similar to Kevlar..
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Kilian recently crash landed on Earth while travelling the stars, in Metropolis no less, and shortly after began moonlighting as a superhero when Superman was away. A native of the planet Cargg, Superman was familiar with Ditto's alien heritage from his experience with the Legion of Superheroes from the 30th century. After meeting the hero in costume after a run-in with Parasite, the older Superman discovered out of costume he was living in homeless shelters while one of his duplicates performed on the street for pocket change.
What's Changed - Ditto is back to being only a triplicate and his strength isn't as great as it once was.
Notes - Ditto's symbol is Interlac for the letter d. Interlac is a common alphabet used by various planets in the neighboring space sectors, mostly for interplanetary trade and shipping.
Sample Post -
The purple skinned Parasite was too busy trying to eat one of the triplicates to realize the other two were spinging a trap. Without a living solar battery like Superman to drain, the monster was down to about the size of a skinny human with wrinkly prunish skin. The Carggite was strong, enough to bend weaker steel like that used to make the dumpsters in Metropolis. While one of the triplicates kept the monster's attention the other two quickly sprung their rap.
Clark Kent managed to catch most of the fight. After hearing a woman in an alley scream 'Monster!' Clark began to change into Superman, dropping a hotdog he'd just bought from a street vendor. Before he even had his shirt unbuttoned and the glasses off he'd witnessed the young man from Cargg intervene with his x-ray vision. Superman knew if he went in now the villain would only grow stronger, and it was safer to stay at a distance. Soon enough a steel dumpster was a makeshift restraining unit for the Parasite and the triplicates were absorbed into the prime Ditto.
Later in the evening Clark Kent was out for a walk and noticed something familiar about a homeless boy collecting change on the street. His instrument, something like a miniature guitar, was made from trash and discarded materials. The young man was wearing dark sunglasses but Clark could still see the boy's glowing yellow eyes behind them. It was the young hero from earlier. Or one of his triplicates. Clark approached the kid with money and whispered into his ear...
"I can help you and your brothers... meet me at the top of the Daily Planet building at sundown..." Kent said to the boy under his breath.
"If you know my secret you should know I haven't figured out this strange writing on your plane or why they don't use Interlac. What's a 'Daily Planet building'?" the young boy with long dark hair asked.
Sometime after sundown...
"What do you say Kilian?" the Man of Steel asked.
"I'm in." Kilian responded.
"What did the lower case d stand for on your shirt, Duplicate Boy?" Superman asked, obviously referring to Triplicate Girl/Duplicate Girl in the Legion of Superheroes from the future.
"That sounds horrible... it stands for Ditto." the young hero said with a smirk
~KL~ |
9,315 | 261 | 36 | 2,483 | 4,789 | Photon looked over the hologram. "I've never run into Croc before, but if these guys are like real crocodiles, they'll have excellent night vision. That should make it easier for me to blind them. Great reflexes though. Also, is he cold blooded? If so, we just need to cool them off to gain an edge." He was hoping to get to know his enemy, but they didn't have a lot to go on. "Then again, they could be some other form of reptile-hybrid, and not related to him." | Name: Lin Sian
Alias: Photon
Age: 19
Sponsor: Dr. Light, Raven
Personality: Greedy, Cunning, Caring
Powers: Light manipulation: Can generate and absorb electromagnetic waves, though the further they are from the visual spectrum the harder they are to work with. While this ability is generally fairly weak, he also has the ability to bend, focus, and redirect light, which is remarkably strong, and can even be used to keep industrial lasers and laser weapons from hitting him. This ability also works on hard light constructs, such as holograms and Lantern constructs, due to Dr. Light's training. He has been known to focus the ambient light into laser beams when need be, but they are generally weak due to the small amount of light in them.
His suit can absorb light from the visible and some near-visible wavelengths, storing them for him to use or using them to power a hard-light shield on the surface of the suit.
Weaknesses: Darkness. Without light he has to rely on the small amount generated by his suit or the small amount he can generate. During his training with Raven, however, he learned to resist the weakening effects of Darkness.
Brief Bio: He doesn't remember his parents, just growing up in an orphanage on the outskirts of Gotham. The adults there were cruel, only caring about the money they got off of the kids, not the kids themselves. When he started exhibiting powers at the age of seven the people there saw him as a gold mine. With a metahuman working for them they could make huge amounts of money. They quickly pulled him out of school and started his grueling training, with one of the workers there teaching him karate via the "if you'd learn to dodge you wouldn't get hit" technique. They'd then make him exercise, followed by using his powers. When he became too tired to keep practicing, they'd beat him until he started practicing again.
One day he decided he'd had enough of this and, when they tried to beat him, he blinded them with a burst of light. He ran away and never came back. He learned to live on his own, being taught by the beggars, thieves, and general low-lifes how to make a quick dollar when you needed to. He even learned to read and write due to the teachings of one of the homeless men in the area. The man was an ex scientist who'd let alcohol ruin his life, but he was more than happy to teach a child about math and science. From his teachings Lin learned about how you could cloak something by bending the light around it, and found that he could do the same thing with his powers.
When he grew up he went to look for a more reliable way of making money and came across Dr. Light. The Doctor agreed to build training devices for him, and help him to learn to use his powers as long as he would steal things the Doctor needed in his research. One year ago, however, the Justice League caught Dr. Light and locked him up. Lin decided to strike out on his own, but when, a few weeks later, he found a young girl living on the streets in Metropolis's China town district he got an apartment nearby and adopted her, though not officially. He now steals things for whoever is willing to pay.
What's Changed: N/A
Notes: Skills: Stealth, Parquor, lock picking, hacking, studied several martial arts forms
Sample Post: Photon decloaked himself near his apartment. Another successful job. Another paying client satisfied.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos" he heard, and was immediately surrounded in a sphere of darkness, cutting off access to his power source, namely ambient light. He tried to output enough light by himself to overpower her trap, but she was too powerful. Eventually, he stopped struggling and she made the field around his head disappear. "Photon. You're under arrest. Give back your stolen goods and I'll make sure the police go easy on you."
"I don't have it anymore, I already delivered it to my client."
"Then tell me who the client is so that I can get it back." she responded.
"I can't do that. I'll lose clients if I tell who they are."
"But you'll lose Lin if you get sent to prison." she said, referring to Photon's sister.
He knew that he couldn't risk getting locked up, as she would be sent to a orphanage if he was put in jail. "So you know about her. That means you know why I need the money. I'm willing to switch sides and work for you instead, but I'll still need a paycheck."
She thought about it for a while, then nodded. "Fine," she said, "we'll work something out, but in the mean time, consider me your parole officer. Now, the name of your client?"
Photon nodded. "Luthor." |
9,316 | 261 | 37 | 2,356 | 5,042 | For most of their time here Sarah had remained AG's form. However for this particular job it might be better to be her usual street punk self. "Understood. If Sarah wants to I'm sure she could blend in with the homeless." Approaching the teleporter the angelic form disolved in sparkles of light and Sarah stepped free of the residual magic. Brushing it off she huffed. "Gee thanks a lot Angel. Are you trying to say I look homeless?" Appearing to het the answer in her head the girl rolls her eyes. | Name - Sarah Donner
Alias - Guardian Angel (Angel or GA for short)
Age - 17 {Angel appears to be in her mid 20s)
Sponsor - Zatanna
Personality - Sarah can actually have conflictual personalities. She honestly would prefer if people left here alone and vices versa. Being sociable was not something she grew up doing and she could be very cynical. Even with those close to her she would act sassy. But her transformation into Guardian Angel compels her to assist others. And if that requires her to act extremely outgoing and friendly then she cannot stop herself.
Powers - White magic: First and foremost, transforms her into Guardian Angel. As Angel she possesses super strength, speed, and the ability to heal. Obviously taking on the form of a winged angel she has the ability to fly.
Weaknesses - While more athletic as Guardian Angel, physically she is not any more durable than a normal person. Using up too much of her magic energy will cause her to change back into Sarah, who has no special qualities and is as normal as any other human. Having a dual personality when the two don't agree then her performance suffers.
Appearance -
Sarah:
Guardian Angel:
BRIEF Bio - Growing up in a bad side of town made life pretty tough. Street smarts and fighting were a must but it was only a matter of time before Sarah fell in with a bad crowd. The things they did were small time, petty theft and psudo-terf wars. Somebody somewhere must have been desperate because her little gang got recruited for a big job knocking off a local museum. The payoff was just too good to pass up and they would even be provided the equipment and plans to pull it off. The reality was that the people who wanted the loot needed as much distance from the crime as possible. Getting a bunch of clueless kids to do it for them made that easy.
Things went without a hitch. Everyone got out with the loot, some weird broken stone tablet. Lagging behind with the loot Sarah missed the rondevu with their employer long enough to avoid getting nabbed like the rest of her gang. She did however see what happened and got away. Word quickly reached her that if the goods were not brought like promised that her friends would be killed. Things were getting too real for Sarah to deal with and she had no idea what to do. These guys clearly did not hold up to their word. What could be so important about a busted up old rock? It sort of looked like a puzzle though. Needing a break from the stress she busied herself assembling the pieces. In the back of her mind though she wanted to help her friends and it brought her back to things her mother used to tell her about guardian angels. Her friends could definitely use one now. Putting in the last piece her silent wish was granted. Becoming part of Sarah, the tablet gave her new form and power to carry out the wish and her days as Guardian Angel began.
Sarah's new found power came with an unusual catch. The normally rough and difficult to work with girl would spin on a dime whenever danger was present or something bad happened. What's more those situations were not something she could ignore. If she could help then whether she really wanted to or not she felt obligated to do so. Involuntarily thrust into a much bigger role than she ever wanted many of her actions are now dictated by her strange alter ego.
Notes - Sarah still doesn't know who hired her gang or what exactly the tablet was. Having no leads or magical knowledge she had made little headway.
Sample Post - After some much unneeded chaos Angel had taken care of an armed robbery. Sarah had only gone out to pick up a few things and the sirens had drawn her attention. Since her transformation into an angelic being had occured she had found such alarms difficult to pass up. Most often they were small tasks but the word of a Guardian Angel in the city was hard to miss. Thankfully she could hide her identity behind the teen punk she was.
Having moved out of sight of the public she was about to return to normal when some unusual words floated through the air. They were actually spoken backwards, a signature of the magician Zatanna. Spinning on her heels the woman smirked slightly. "So you're the guardian angel I've been hearing about. You're pretty good at hiding when you're not out saving the day." Both Sarah and Angel had heard of Zatanna. At one point the girl had thought about asking for help in learning what had happened to her. Even if this was a hero though she wasn't willing to give up her secret. "I must stay hidden if I wish not to put myself in any more unneeded danger." The statement seemed self defeating since she purposely threw herself into risky situations.
Such was the life when saving people. Stepping a card appeared in the magician's hand and she offered it. "Well you're doing a good job. But if you really want to make it in this business then you're going to need friends. Think about it for a while and..." Her words were cut short when Angel spoke up. "I exist to help people. If accepting your offer will assist in that endeavor then I am ready." Slightly caught off guard by the unwavering willingness she chuckled. Stepping back a bit Zatanna tilted her tophat back a bit. "Well aren't you a eager beaver. Well alright then, we'll be in touch. Hang onto the card and when everything is ready you'll know." Stepping around a corner she seemed to disappear just as quickly with another spell.
With the coast clear the winged being seemed to dissolve into twinkles of light leaving behind the young Sarah. The card still in hand she glanced down at it. Scrawled on its face seemed to be magical lettering with a few small details about a team, Young Justice. Great, once again GA had gotten her in over her head. Frustrated she tried to toss the card aside but it got caught by a mysterious gust of wind and flung back into her face. |
9,317 | 261 | 38 | 1,430 | 796 | James had spent most of his time at the fire station. He somehow managed to keep his original job and thus was on call when the info on the crocs was given to the rest of the team. They had just gotten back to the station when another call came in. It wasn't specifically a fire but they had to go anyway. Some lady was yelling jumbled words to the dispatcher about a giant lizard man who had popped out of the sewers and tried to attack her while using a short cut to get home. His team looked at him, all fully aware of his powers due to the investigation. "What?" He questioned them slightly confused. "You have to see if you can handle that lizard thing the lady was talking about. Don't worry about the call we got it handled." Said the fire chief. "But..." James had managed to get out before his team was gone. "Damn it." He muttered heading to the parking lot after striping out of his fire gear.
Now clad only in a pair of black shorts and a black muscle shirt he ran to his motorcycle, shoved his helmet on his head and headed toward the scene. He didn't have anything to cover his face so his tinted helmet would have to do. The ride was freezing but he fixed that but slightly raising his body temp. He arrived at the scene shortly and headed around to where nobody would see him. The police had yet to enter the sewer so I figured it would be best gf he did so now. Pushing the out of place man hole cover out of the way he dropped down into the stink below. Following a distinct but light sound of splashing that echoed off of the empty walls. | Name - James Natchgale
Alias - Scourge
Age - 20
Sponsor - Red Tornado
Personality - Kind, Charismatic, Happy
Powers - Fire manifestation and manipulation as well as smoke manipulation. He can also raise his body temperatures close to supernova with no harm to his own body other than physical exhaustion (the hotter his body gets the more exhausted he gets he is prone to bad fevers when physically exhausted from this ability). Can also absorb flames into his body though this will also cause his body temp to rise resulting similarly to the above complicating.
Weaknesses - Water is an obvious weakness, with his raised average temperature being introduced to the cold to quickly will put his body into shock. Also anything that kills or injures a normal human kills and injured him other than fire and breathing in smoke (his lungs are used to breathing it in)
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - James grew up in a normal home, though when his powers first started developing he used that fact that he could raise his body temp to his advantage, often using it skip school. Though as more of his abilities began to surface his body began to inexplicably smoke or catch fire. This, of course, caused him to drop out of school all together though it didn't effect him much as he was at the top of his class anyway. James went into Firemen training after gaining control of his ability and after landing a job as a fireman he secretly used his ability to subside or even completely put out the fire, depending on the intensity of the flame.
Sample Post - It was a normal day at the fire station, a couple small house fires but nothing that one or two men couldn't handle. Those at the station had settle down into a game of Texas Hold-em. Either that or they were idly chatting on the sofas around the lounge area. Nothing to interesting had happened in the past week or so, giving the men and women who worked at the station a nice break.
The calm of the station lasted until about half past midnight. It was then the alarms sounded, signaling an all hands fire. The once calm station burst into a bustle of bodies and noise as they set to the tasks they were assigned to. The loud speaker blared announcing what they were dealing with. A lab fire on the outskirts of town. It seemed the fire had started from a small burner being knocked over but with the amount of chemicals that had been used in the room, everything caught quicker than they could stop it.
The preparations ended and they headed out to the lab. They arrived there quickly and they unloaded, quickly getting to work. They found that several people had been trapped in the building so a team was assigned to go in a get them. Within this team was James.
Heading into the building he and two other men split up to find those trapped inside. James found a pair of researchers in a matter of minutes. He turned to head out of the room with them but the ceiling collapsed in front of them. James, being in the front, took the brunt of the flames that shot up at them from the falling debris. Taking no notice to the flames that burned his suit he turned to look for the closest exit, this being a window, though only the two small researchers could fit through it, he was a little to big to get through. Smashing the window he prompted the two to exit, and only after that had gone did he start using his ability. After a moment he managed to clear the debris from the doorway and head out.
When he exited the building he heard hollers about something explosive. And a couple of the others on his team mention not being able to put the fire out before it exploded. Grunting he used his power, to reduce the flame no nothing but a small smolder easily put out.
After vigorous questioning he was brought to the attention of the Justice League, where Red Tornado had decided to sponsor him, though at first James had little knowledge of this. It wasn't until a week or so later that the Tornado himself came to speak to him. Explaining the situation, and how he was now sponsored by him. |
9,318 | 261 | 39 | 1,537 | 4,324 | Collaboration by Aro & KL
Days Earlier...
Black Hood watched from the viewing room as Photon, Guardian Angel, Scourge and Kid Rogue take on Magenta. The four had surprisingly worked quite well together, and with a little practice they'd be quite a force to reckon with. Before the simulation was finished and he could congratulate them on a great job his cellphone began to beep in his pocket, gaining what he could only assume was a stern glance from Red Tornado. "I'll just take care of this outside." Michael said as he pulled his phone form his pocket and slowly backed out of the door, nearly bumping into Superman on his way inside. "Who could be calling me at this-" the hero stopped when he saw that the call was from one of his contacts in the city.
Days Later...
The Young Justice Program was already off to a wonderful start. Wonder Woman had to take the heroine formerly called Foresight back to Paradise Island. The day Shock had cooked for the team she got a phonecall from her brother Static. Something was wrong with one of her parents back in Dakota, heart attack maybe. So much was still so unclear. By now, everyone had been briefed on the Killer Crocs and the disappearance of several of the homeless people. As a homeless person on Earth in Metropolis for nearly three weeks, Ditto was hit a little hard and wanted to do everything in his power to take the fight to these things so that they couldn't prey on the down and out citizens of Star City. Ditto was at an advantage, he didn't need another member of the 'Program for back-up. He was his own back-up.
He suited up, nearly 11 am, and grabbed a bag with a few of the clothes he'd acquired when first landing on Earth. The remains of his ship are in Superman's Fortress, but the ratty clothes should make the triplicating man look homeless one more time. He headed for the teleporter room.
Michael had spent that last few days scouring the city for any sign of what his contact had called him about days ago. "Giant lizardmen," the 'Hood grumbled to himself as he watched the streets below from a perch near one of the first disappearances. "Why can't the really strange stay in Gotham with Bats. Should lizards be his thing? Why they gotta come here and wreck things?"
Black Hood sighed, thinking that today would be just like the last several days. More disappearance, and nothing to show for it. "With the news coverage the League should be getting involved with this now, hopefully the others will have some more info when I run in with them." He said as he stood up in his perch and looked towards the park. The hooded hero was pulled form his thoughts though when several screams echoed up from the alleys near him. "Huh, what do you know," He drew a zipline arrow from his quiver, slamming one end into the wall behind him and shooting the other end towards a fire escape over the alley. "The criminal elements really do go back to the scene of the crime." The screaming had died down but he could see people rushing about the streets around him, it seemed like there were multiple occurrences like the one near him happening all over town.
"Well," He placed his bow over the taut line. "Let's go say hello to the big, scary crocodile men!." He said as he slid down the line to the fire escape.
Kilian was already in an alley, nearly two blocks up from where Black Hood had been perched. The alien hero had been crouched behind a dumpster with sunglasses on to keep the glow from his yellow eyes down for nearly two hours. The attacks were becoming more frequent now, not just at night but all throughout the day now as well. Like they were multiplying. When one of the Crocs approached the homeless looking Ditto, it was surprised by the strength the alien hero had. Even more so when he split into three individuals.
"You won't take another unfortunate soul if I have anything to say about it!" Ditto yelled as the Croc darted off towards a manhole cover in the alley.
The day was just starting, it was barely past 1 o'clock in the afternoon.
Aro/~KL~ | Name - Kilian Darukk
Alias - Ditto
Age - 19
Sponsor - Superman
Personality - mischievous, headstrong, stubborn
Powers - alien Carggite ability to triplicate into three individuals with a telepathic link to one another and slightly increased physical attributes.
Weaknesses - while stronger, faster, and more durable than most humans, Ditto can still be harmed by anything an average human would be. It should be noted his 'costume' is made from a cloth on Cargg similar to Kevlar..
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Kilian recently crash landed on Earth while travelling the stars, in Metropolis no less, and shortly after began moonlighting as a superhero when Superman was away. A native of the planet Cargg, Superman was familiar with Ditto's alien heritage from his experience with the Legion of Superheroes from the 30th century. After meeting the hero in costume after a run-in with Parasite, the older Superman discovered out of costume he was living in homeless shelters while one of his duplicates performed on the street for pocket change.
What's Changed - Ditto is back to being only a triplicate and his strength isn't as great as it once was.
Notes - Ditto's symbol is Interlac for the letter d. Interlac is a common alphabet used by various planets in the neighboring space sectors, mostly for interplanetary trade and shipping.
Sample Post -
The purple skinned Parasite was too busy trying to eat one of the triplicates to realize the other two were spinging a trap. Without a living solar battery like Superman to drain, the monster was down to about the size of a skinny human with wrinkly prunish skin. The Carggite was strong, enough to bend weaker steel like that used to make the dumpsters in Metropolis. While one of the triplicates kept the monster's attention the other two quickly sprung their rap.
Clark Kent managed to catch most of the fight. After hearing a woman in an alley scream 'Monster!' Clark began to change into Superman, dropping a hotdog he'd just bought from a street vendor. Before he even had his shirt unbuttoned and the glasses off he'd witnessed the young man from Cargg intervene with his x-ray vision. Superman knew if he went in now the villain would only grow stronger, and it was safer to stay at a distance. Soon enough a steel dumpster was a makeshift restraining unit for the Parasite and the triplicates were absorbed into the prime Ditto.
Later in the evening Clark Kent was out for a walk and noticed something familiar about a homeless boy collecting change on the street. His instrument, something like a miniature guitar, was made from trash and discarded materials. The young man was wearing dark sunglasses but Clark could still see the boy's glowing yellow eyes behind them. It was the young hero from earlier. Or one of his triplicates. Clark approached the kid with money and whispered into his ear...
"I can help you and your brothers... meet me at the top of the Daily Planet building at sundown..." Kent said to the boy under his breath.
"If you know my secret you should know I haven't figured out this strange writing on your plane or why they don't use Interlac. What's a 'Daily Planet building'?" the young boy with long dark hair asked.
Sometime after sundown...
"What do you say Kilian?" the Man of Steel asked.
"I'm in." Kilian responded.
"What did the lower case d stand for on your shirt, Duplicate Boy?" Superman asked, obviously referring to Triplicate Girl/Duplicate Girl in the Legion of Superheroes from the future.
"That sounds horrible... it stands for Ditto." the young hero said with a smirk
~KL~ |
9,319 | 261 | 40 | 2,483 | 4,789 | Photon was cloaking himself as best he could when he saw Ditto yelling at the Croc man. "Wait up" he said to Ditto, appearing beside him. "I'll come with you. At the very least, I can light the place up, and if they attack, a few laser beams should help." He then jumped down the manhole. | Name: Lin Sian
Alias: Photon
Age: 19
Sponsor: Dr. Light, Raven
Personality: Greedy, Cunning, Caring
Powers: Light manipulation: Can generate and absorb electromagnetic waves, though the further they are from the visual spectrum the harder they are to work with. While this ability is generally fairly weak, he also has the ability to bend, focus, and redirect light, which is remarkably strong, and can even be used to keep industrial lasers and laser weapons from hitting him. This ability also works on hard light constructs, such as holograms and Lantern constructs, due to Dr. Light's training. He has been known to focus the ambient light into laser beams when need be, but they are generally weak due to the small amount of light in them.
His suit can absorb light from the visible and some near-visible wavelengths, storing them for him to use or using them to power a hard-light shield on the surface of the suit.
Weaknesses: Darkness. Without light he has to rely on the small amount generated by his suit or the small amount he can generate. During his training with Raven, however, he learned to resist the weakening effects of Darkness.
Brief Bio: He doesn't remember his parents, just growing up in an orphanage on the outskirts of Gotham. The adults there were cruel, only caring about the money they got off of the kids, not the kids themselves. When he started exhibiting powers at the age of seven the people there saw him as a gold mine. With a metahuman working for them they could make huge amounts of money. They quickly pulled him out of school and started his grueling training, with one of the workers there teaching him karate via the "if you'd learn to dodge you wouldn't get hit" technique. They'd then make him exercise, followed by using his powers. When he became too tired to keep practicing, they'd beat him until he started practicing again.
One day he decided he'd had enough of this and, when they tried to beat him, he blinded them with a burst of light. He ran away and never came back. He learned to live on his own, being taught by the beggars, thieves, and general low-lifes how to make a quick dollar when you needed to. He even learned to read and write due to the teachings of one of the homeless men in the area. The man was an ex scientist who'd let alcohol ruin his life, but he was more than happy to teach a child about math and science. From his teachings Lin learned about how you could cloak something by bending the light around it, and found that he could do the same thing with his powers.
When he grew up he went to look for a more reliable way of making money and came across Dr. Light. The Doctor agreed to build training devices for him, and help him to learn to use his powers as long as he would steal things the Doctor needed in his research. One year ago, however, the Justice League caught Dr. Light and locked him up. Lin decided to strike out on his own, but when, a few weeks later, he found a young girl living on the streets in Metropolis's China town district he got an apartment nearby and adopted her, though not officially. He now steals things for whoever is willing to pay.
What's Changed: N/A
Notes: Skills: Stealth, Parquor, lock picking, hacking, studied several martial arts forms
Sample Post: Photon decloaked himself near his apartment. Another successful job. Another paying client satisfied.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos" he heard, and was immediately surrounded in a sphere of darkness, cutting off access to his power source, namely ambient light. He tried to output enough light by himself to overpower her trap, but she was too powerful. Eventually, he stopped struggling and she made the field around his head disappear. "Photon. You're under arrest. Give back your stolen goods and I'll make sure the police go easy on you."
"I don't have it anymore, I already delivered it to my client."
"Then tell me who the client is so that I can get it back." she responded.
"I can't do that. I'll lose clients if I tell who they are."
"But you'll lose Lin if you get sent to prison." she said, referring to Photon's sister.
He knew that he couldn't risk getting locked up, as she would be sent to a orphanage if he was put in jail. "So you know about her. That means you know why I need the money. I'm willing to switch sides and work for you instead, but I'll still need a paycheck."
She thought about it for a while, then nodded. "Fine," she said, "we'll work something out, but in the mean time, consider me your parole officer. Now, the name of your client?"
Photon nodded. "Luthor." |
9,320 | 261 | 41 | 555 | 1,480 | It had been a couple of days since the start of it all, Croc were attacking the city, taking homeless people of the streets utilising alley way and sewer as a means and method to the coordinated attacks, At first they seem to go unnoticed until more went missing at night, Then for some reason the attacks started during the day. When the initial waved of daytime assault had occurred L'Oriana was already in the city in civilian attire, Heck she was seeing the sights and getting some clothes shopping done as part of her understanding more of human culture on this planet, it was better than sitting in HQ all the time reading up on such things and getting hands on was more preferable.
At first when it was all going on screams and people running away from said attacks as they were happening, L'Oriana dropped everything she was doing to investigate, of course she at the time had no clue as to what was going on having no contact with others at the base who were getting briefed. Her investigations led her to come across one of these croc creatures taking a homeless very quickly towards the sewers to which she was not quick enough to stop, The second one she encountered was different, her curiosity got her into a spot of trouble where she engaged one, although the fight was not a simple one, her efforts was enough for the homeless individual to escape, however L'Oriana had to let the croc go and head back to base.
Days later Starbolt was geared up and ready to go, she was briefed much more one what was going on and who they were dealing with, if only communication was much more accessible for the team, Instead she would have to go out there and improvise against the enemy until she found her fellow team mates and assist them, Making sure her ring was secure on her, Starbolt flew out the HQ in search of more people needing rescue and to properly engaged these crocs, show them what a Tamerean can do.
Once back in the city Starbolt engaged another croc, stopping it before it could escape into the sewers, The battle was kinda quick paced as the creature had surprising speed to go with it strength, Close quarter probably was not advised as Starbolt tried to combine flying with her powers to do ranged damage, Not always simple as it was easy to underestimate the enemy along with her inexperience. The pair ended doing more damage to the surrounding area than each other but no one else was hurt or seriously injured, eventually she forced it to retreat after getting some good blows in from her powers. It was around this time that Starbolt spotted Hood, She recognized him from there brief encounter in the kitchen and thus went on to towards him to catch up and assist if needed, The numbers game would come in handy against the Crocs. | Name:
L'Oriana
Nickname:
Lori
Alias:
Starbolt
Age:
17
Sponsor:
Starfire.
Personality:
L'Oriana comes from a highly sensuous, Honest and emotional culture. For the most part she is in touch with her emotions but can get a little hot tempered at times, She is a honest individual that is often optimistic but has a no nonsense warrior attitude with a gentle innocence. Despite that innocence she is free spirited and can have a wild sexuality but will take friendships seriously, L'Orianna can often get distressed when others that are close. Especially her friends argue or fight with one another.
Powers:
With her Tamaranean Physiology, Starbolt's body is able to absorb and Project energy from ultraviolet rays, Starbolt can project that energy in the form of destructive blue bolts. Thanks to a Ring that was specially made for her so she is able to fly like others in her species, The speed of Starbolt's flight can be supersonic, Although she has yet to achieve this. Also, Starbolt's strength and endurance is more superior to that of a normal human. Starbolt is also able to "absorb" any basic spoken tongues and languages through lip contact with another individual, so that she can speak and understand it immediately. Thanks to the training she had with warlords on the planet Okaara, Starbolt has become an excellent fighter in hand-to-hand combat, both armed and unarmed being ambidextrous and agile.
Weaknesses:
One of the first major weaknesses is the ring that was made for her for without it Starbolt can not fly due to her childhood illness which would effectively ground the Tamaranean. Another weakness in fact can be were Starbolt's body constantly absorbs ultraviolet radiation which is converted into energy enabling her to use energy projection but this can act sometimes beyond her control for example releasing a small blue energy blast when she sneezes or where she does not know her own strength and accidental bending of a street light or bending/breaking other objects, Despite her strength and endurance being superior to a human starbolt is unable to survive in hostile environments or where there is no oxygen.
Appearance:
( Special thanks to Aro for this awesome Micro.)
L'Oriana is a very physically attractive woman though few would be brave enough go so far as to call her beautiful, she stands at a height of 5'10 and weighting 158lbs with Auburn hair she chooses to wear freely, Gold leather skin with light blue eyes thanks to her alien physiology giving her a exotic look for her kind. She has a medium size nose, hands, and ears, and thin eyebrows with high cheekbones and delicate over average size lips, She wears a size 8 shoe with a good feminine build with a toned, Curvy figure and Slender shoulders.
BREIF Bio:
L'Oriana did not have the most easiest of life's on Tamaran and although born to a loving family things were made all the more tougher when she suffered from a childhood Illness that robbed her of the ability to fly. The inability of the use of flight like the others in her race made her feel a little outcast as she did not have as many privileges as others. Despite these hardships and in Tamaran's warlike custom, Toriand'r was sent for warrior training with the Warlords of Okaara. this took up most of her childhood year with hard work and training pushing hard to prove herself but for whom she never thought about. Upon returning to her home L'Oriana was given a ring that was especially forged to give the wearer like herself the ability to fly, It was the most amazing gift the was given to her and soon additional help and training with flying was needed. Eventually Lori's family had taken her to earth with the hope, honour and opportunity to put everything she had learned and experienced so far to join the Young Justice League with the Tamarean Princess Starfire as her sponsor, this would make the teens first time on Earth. |
9,321 | 261 | 42 | 2,483 | 4,789 | The three Dittos followed the crocodile man into the sewers below. The smell was horrific, and the alien hero still didn't understand why sewers were built the way they were. On his home planet of Cargg their waste was teleported to the center of their planet's core. That however wasn't important, vision becoming impossible even with glowing yellow eyes.. that was another story. The three Ditto's joined into a single hero once more to make less footsteps in the sewage water. Kilian was thankful Batman had mentioned needing a real suit rather than a t shirt and jeans, however white probably wasn't the best color to wear around in a sewer.
When his vision couldn't help him anymore, before seeing a faint glow in the distance, Kilian shut his eyes. Maybe the crocodile man was hunting him and following the glow. It seemed to stop momentarily, but then footsteps rushed upon Ditto who opened his eyes and screamed...
"I've got you now, creature!" he screamed splitting into three once again and surrounding... a luminating Photon?
"What was the human word for this again... awkward?" Ditto asked now being able to see around them and absorbing his duplicates.
Photon looked over to see Ditto absorb his duplicates. "Yeah, that's it. I saw something over there." He pointed towards a side corridor, then lit up his hand, turning it into a flashlight. "Come on." he said, then started walking toward the corridor.
A few minutes later they stepped into a large room. Photon held his hand up and lit the room. On the other side of the room he saw a pair of eyes reflecting the light of his hand.
"What are you doing with the homeless?" Ditto asked splitting into three individuals.
The crocodile man monster kept his distance, he was cornered and not nearly the beast the original Killer Croc was. Ditto's patience had been lost. The 'prime' Ditto clenched his fists. As the hero approached the behemoth he said bluntly...
"You WILL answer me. Who did this to you, do you remember ANYTHING?" Ditto question as the crocodile man buffed up his chest and stood a bit more menacingly.
That's when Ditto's duplicate turned to see the only entrance to the room they were in was blocked. Another crocodile man stood in the path.
Photon turned around, putting his back to Ditto. "Don't try anything." he said to the croc-man. It stood for a few minutes, staring at them, then roared. "Close your eyes." he said to Ditto, and a second later lit up the room until it was several times brighter that the surface at noon. The Crocs covered their eyes in pain, and he dimmed the light. Photon shot them both with low-power heat beams, and they crawled up the walls, through vents further up the wall.
"Well, that went better than expected." Photon said. "Want to track them down?"
"We don't have much choce. Batman said there's over two dozen missing persons reports, people just turn the other cheek because it's the civilians nobody cares about..." Ditto said outloud.
"But I care..." he thought to himself.
KL/U | Name: Lin Sian
Alias: Photon
Age: 19
Sponsor: Dr. Light, Raven
Personality: Greedy, Cunning, Caring
Powers: Light manipulation: Can generate and absorb electromagnetic waves, though the further they are from the visual spectrum the harder they are to work with. While this ability is generally fairly weak, he also has the ability to bend, focus, and redirect light, which is remarkably strong, and can even be used to keep industrial lasers and laser weapons from hitting him. This ability also works on hard light constructs, such as holograms and Lantern constructs, due to Dr. Light's training. He has been known to focus the ambient light into laser beams when need be, but they are generally weak due to the small amount of light in them.
His suit can absorb light from the visible and some near-visible wavelengths, storing them for him to use or using them to power a hard-light shield on the surface of the suit.
Weaknesses: Darkness. Without light he has to rely on the small amount generated by his suit or the small amount he can generate. During his training with Raven, however, he learned to resist the weakening effects of Darkness.
Brief Bio: He doesn't remember his parents, just growing up in an orphanage on the outskirts of Gotham. The adults there were cruel, only caring about the money they got off of the kids, not the kids themselves. When he started exhibiting powers at the age of seven the people there saw him as a gold mine. With a metahuman working for them they could make huge amounts of money. They quickly pulled him out of school and started his grueling training, with one of the workers there teaching him karate via the "if you'd learn to dodge you wouldn't get hit" technique. They'd then make him exercise, followed by using his powers. When he became too tired to keep practicing, they'd beat him until he started practicing again.
One day he decided he'd had enough of this and, when they tried to beat him, he blinded them with a burst of light. He ran away and never came back. He learned to live on his own, being taught by the beggars, thieves, and general low-lifes how to make a quick dollar when you needed to. He even learned to read and write due to the teachings of one of the homeless men in the area. The man was an ex scientist who'd let alcohol ruin his life, but he was more than happy to teach a child about math and science. From his teachings Lin learned about how you could cloak something by bending the light around it, and found that he could do the same thing with his powers.
When he grew up he went to look for a more reliable way of making money and came across Dr. Light. The Doctor agreed to build training devices for him, and help him to learn to use his powers as long as he would steal things the Doctor needed in his research. One year ago, however, the Justice League caught Dr. Light and locked him up. Lin decided to strike out on his own, but when, a few weeks later, he found a young girl living on the streets in Metropolis's China town district he got an apartment nearby and adopted her, though not officially. He now steals things for whoever is willing to pay.
What's Changed: N/A
Notes: Skills: Stealth, Parquor, lock picking, hacking, studied several martial arts forms
Sample Post: Photon decloaked himself near his apartment. Another successful job. Another paying client satisfied.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos" he heard, and was immediately surrounded in a sphere of darkness, cutting off access to his power source, namely ambient light. He tried to output enough light by himself to overpower her trap, but she was too powerful. Eventually, he stopped struggling and she made the field around his head disappear. "Photon. You're under arrest. Give back your stolen goods and I'll make sure the police go easy on you."
"I don't have it anymore, I already delivered it to my client."
"Then tell me who the client is so that I can get it back." she responded.
"I can't do that. I'll lose clients if I tell who they are."
"But you'll lose Lin if you get sent to prison." she said, referring to Photon's sister.
He knew that he couldn't risk getting locked up, as she would be sent to a orphanage if he was put in jail. "So you know about her. That means you know why I need the money. I'm willing to switch sides and work for you instead, but I'll still need a paycheck."
She thought about it for a while, then nodded. "Fine," she said, "we'll work something out, but in the mean time, consider me your parole officer. Now, the name of your client?"
Photon nodded. "Luthor." |
9,322 | 262 | 0 | 1,477 | 1,908 | Prologue: Hatching DayIgs cannot die in the prologue.
It was dark in the hatchery, but not quiet. The whirring hum of hivemind was omniprescent, mixing with the quiet sloshing of the primordial soup as an egg would occasionally wiggle in it's sleep and send ripples across the universe. It was oddly beautiful in a way - the swirling purple-blues water of galaxies speckled with stars, a couple inches deep, cradling eggs of all different shapes and sizes, often vibrant and beautiful in their own right. It seemed to stretch on ad infinitum.
It was a shame the things that hatched from them were so ugly. The invisible force of Hivemind spun across the room, inspecting the various eggs. Some looked close to hatching, and Hivemind was satisfied with most of the handiwork.
And then there was.... well, them. Scooted off into one neglected corner, out of mind and out of sight. Hivemind had been in a stormy mood on the day of their creation, in fact, it was unlikely they would hatch at all. All Igs had their faults, of course, but... this set was a particularly... "special" batch.
Oh well. Reject eggs had a tendancy not to hatch, anyway, right?
crrrrk....snkkk...crk..... Welcome to the world, little one! Honestly we didn't think you'd make it this far. Like, not even a little bit. But that's ok! Because Hivemind loves you anyway, right?
Feel free to wriggle out of your shells and do whatever it is baby Igs do. Try not to break any of your millions of brothers and sisters or anything else you get your grubby little paws on. As soon as Hivemind notices you're awake you'll be subjected to rigorous testing thrown a birthday party. Yay! | C h a r a c t e r sSveggStrength: ★★ || Dexterity: • || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: - || Knowledge: • || Luck: ★★★
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0 || Gender: M
ClocktowerEchos
BalegStrength: - || Dexterity: ★★ || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: ★★★ || Knowledge: • || Luck:•
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0 || Gender: M
MagLev
SalaStrength: - || Dexterity: • || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: ★★ || Knowledge: ★★★ || Luck: •
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0 ||Gender: F
SilverDawn
GrissStrength:• || Dexterity:★★★ || Cunning:★★ || Spirit:★★ || Knowledge: • || Luck:-
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0 || Gender: M
Duskshine749
TorrStrength: ★★★ || Dexterity: ★★ || Cunning: • || Spirit: - || Knowledge: • || Luck: ★★
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0 || Gender: M
Sarcelle Renard |
9,323 | 262 | 1 | 710 | 953 | It's so dark, Griss tried to move around but and it's cramped too, I don't like this place. He moved his arms forward and felt something solid, maybe he could get out of here. After hitting the wall a few times he heard a crack, and after more effort the walls around him came down and he was free. Looking around he could see there was no one else around, just some eggs. "Oh, I guess I'm just by myself right now." Griss didn't like this, he crawled over to one of the other eggs, a pretty blue one with weird designs on it, and tapped it gently. "I won't be alone forever, right? Others will come?" He crawled back to his egg and just sat there, "I wish you guys would hurry up, I don't like being by myself." But until the others came out he'd just be there, alone. He really didn't like this one bit. | GrissStrength:• || Dexterity:★★★ || Cunning:★★ || Spirit:★★ || Knowledge: • || Luck:-
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0
Gender:Male
Appearance:Griss stands at 2 feet 7 inches tall. He is mostly brown in colour with green splotches scattered around his body. He is thin compared to most other Igs, thus making him look somewhat sickly. He seems like he was made to just make sure he doesn't get in anyone's way.
Personality:Griss is kind of a lonely guy. He just wants to be noticed, sometimes he feels like Hivemind doesn't even know he exists. He alternates between talking a fair amount in the hopes of getting some attention and being very quiet because he feels like no one will ever notice him. He works well in groups because he doesn't interfere with whatever others try to do, he just gets sad no one seems to see him.
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9,324 | 262 | 2 | 465 | 6,811 | A spark of life in the darkness of the internals of the egg was met with prompt questioning by its occupant. Who of course was immediately questioning as to why the hell was it so dark. Guess a "spark of life" isn't a "spark of light". And who was the one inside of this egg you might ask?
A pure ball of snark named Svegg, that's who.
Being as tiny as he was, there was a decent amount of room for him to roll around in. In pitch darkness. Because interior designing is a hell of a lot cheaper when the person can't actually see whats in front of them. Svegg realized that his biological alarm clock was calling for him as he some how knew everything and his sense came to. He heard the echoing inside of his shell, how it was actually pretty warm, and this faint unending taste of salt in his mouth. He experimentally punched the egg to try and get out. Nothing happened. Again, a bit harder. Nothing happened. Once more the fist met the inside of the egg. Nothing happened. Svegg was starting to get annoyed, noted by the fact he was now yelling and shaking the egg that it could be heard and seen from the outside.
"HHHHHHRRRRRAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
One unceremonious head butt later, the dwarf-Ig found himself face first on the outside world. What a way to see the light. "Damn dem eggz are 'ard. Dey suppost'd to be roks?" only just born and Svegg was already sassing the hell out of the world, they grow up so quick.
Looking around, he saw that his head butting had knocked over another Ig who was supposedly tapping on his blue and gold shell, now sporting a Svegg head-shaped hole from which the dwarf man himself came out of, "Oo dat fak are ye? Ye also part o' dat batch?" | Svegg
Strength: • || Dexterity: • || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: - || Knowledge: ★★ || Luck: ★★★
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0
Gender Male
Appearance:
Svegg stands at a very intimidating 1 foot 10 inches, effectively making him on the shorter side of things and not very receptive to dwarf jokes even if he is kind of like one. His chin already has a stubble, proof that he will one day grow an impressive beard no doubt. He's short, he's strong, he's stout and he got a temper. The fact his limbs are short and require him to half-waddle half-walk only adds to the comedic factor. He's not the strongest, or largest, but has it where it counts.
Personality:
It is said that the Hivemind puts a bit of himself into every Ig when they are born. If that's the case, the Hivemind must have been extremely salty right around the time Svegg was made as he can be described as simply as being a "Lil' Ball o' Snark." His great mind creates endless amounts of snark and sarcasm, of which not all Ig can fully understand but he does so anyways just because he can. He would be a great philosopher however, perhaps even one dedicated to the exploration of what it means to be an Ig, if he wasn't constantly complaining about things.
He also has the most unique voice of all Ig which has been described from "harsh" to "charming" to "full of waffles". Needless to say, one could say that the Hivemind fucked up Svegg's creation process at some point and you won't be hard pressed to find evidence or supporters.
Abilities:
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9,325 | 262 | 3 | 1,478 | 475 | The creature inside the egg wiggled, noticing that it was in near complete darkness as it rotated around in an attempt to get its bearings. Where was it? Was this the darkness of death? No, it could not be. This had to be… what was the word again? Ah yes, it was birth. This had to be its birth, though the word didn’t quite feel right in its mind as it felt around. Everything around it was hard, though by now he had realized he was in what was called and egg and that he was indeed male. Though, that discovery was more because of the small whispering in the back of his mind that told him what he was. An Ig, he was an Ig. Though, he had no idea what it meant to be an Ig. He truly hoped it was something grand like being some great guardian of knowledge.
Yet, his hopes and dreams, simplistic yet grand at the same time they were, had to wait as he felt the call to leave the egg. It was as if something wished him to leave, to go out into that big place called a ‘world’ and do… something. What was this calling to him? Was it a God? What did it mean to be a God? Perhaps it was his parents though! Perhaps they were calling to him to tell him to join them on the other side of his hard prison. As such, he kicked with all his might, finding no give until he began to kick harder even as his feet hurt. It was with a loud pop that the egg broke and the top flew into the air, giving a brief glimpse of light before it came to land atop the egg again. Baleg, having decided a name for himself as he kicked -though it was mostly one given after seeing his legs and his attempt to give a name to the sound he made kicking the egg-, pushed the top of the egg aside and poked his head out at the world. “H-hello there. What is all this? Are we siblings?” | BalegStrength: - || Dexterity: ★★ || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: ★★★ || Knowledge: • || Luck:•
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0
Gender Male
Appearance: Perhaps Baleg had been blessed by the Hivemid during his creation, his height being placed at slightly over the average a 3’1. He isn’t by any means a bulky Ig, his body more flabby than the usual though more flexible and responsive than those of others. Perhaps he was less blessed and more cursed with limbs that seem to be shorter than they need be for a person his size, eyes too small, and hands too big. It was as if he was mismatched, thrown together with no meaning what so ever. He also seemed to have been 'blessed' with a golden skin mottled by ovals of blueish-green.
Personality: If there was any Ig more blessed than Baleg, it’d probably be every Ig. Most see him as just mad, at least those who can understand what it means to be mad. To Baleg, the soul of everything is vibrant and interesting and his small mind wishes to learn every aspect there is about it, though that often means very little since he tends to forget what he learns almost equally as quick as he learned it. Were he not of such a short attention span, perhaps Baleg would be of more use to the Hivemind than just a constant philosopher who wonders of the meaning of what it is to be Ig. Or what his next meal might be.
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9,326 | 262 | 4 | 2,182 | 991 | The warm dark enveloping Sala was comforting. It was all she knew, but it happened to be all that she needed to know. Whatever else there was? Unnecessary, at least in her eyes. Speaking of which, did she even have eyes? Some mysterious force compelled her to think yes, but did she even know what eyes were? She had never seen them, nor did she feel them. It was odd to know things that had no proof. Well, whatever the reason, Sala didn't need to know. She was in her first home, after all.
These feelings of fulfillment were soon cut off. Something compelled her to leave her egg. What was compelling her to? She had everything she needed in her home. Whatever was telling her to leave her home, her own willpower was greater. Rather than erupt from the egg in some grandiose fashion, she simply attempted to stretch her arms and legs (whatever those were). That was sure to satiate the desire to leave her home.
Upon stretching her limbs as much as she could, her existence began to change. Not in a metaphysical sense that embodies an epiphany, nor anything of that sort. Rather, she felt like her entire body was turning. That it was, and it was that. In an attempt to straighten, her egg chose to take the most ironic twist of fate possible. It tilted and tilted until it was no longer upright, then it began to roll. Roll it did, going some distance before colliding with something. Just from the impact, Sala could tell that whatever she bumped into, it was very similar to her. Well, that and the groan that may or may not have been her own. | SalaStrength: - || Dexterity: • || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: ★★ || Knowledge: ★★★ || Luck: •
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0
Gender Female
Appearance: Sala stands at a general 2'3". Her skin is a rather pastel pink, accentuated by the extremely-rare red o-shape on her forehead. Thankfully, she was born with a full-head of white hair to hide the marking. Sala is rather thin, even for an Ig. As noted by some other Igs, she looks more like a stick than an Ig.
Personality: A natural born intellectual, Sala is highly intelligent. However, this is only when compared to other Igs. Rather than experiment for herself, she attaches herself to other people, learning from what they do. Good job, Sala. You're less likely to die embarrassingly than the other Igs.
While Sala may seem like a listless learner, she is actually rather malevolent. She has a tendency to use others as tools to further her knowledge, no matter the consequence. She's a rather terrible creature in that sense. Despite this, she does care deeply about other Igs and will try her best to help them when the time arises. Though, she does this because she wants to keep her "guinea pigs" (whatever those are), just in case.
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Scan: Allows you to gain information on enemies you fight. Initial scans grant minimal information, with subsequent scans perfect your knowledge. This ability can be used once every three turnsInventory:Magical Items:
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9,327 | 262 | 5 | 2,079 | 604 | For what it was worth, Torr had been doing a remarkable job being a good unborn Ig and staying put despite all of the commotion that was coming from outside of his egg. After all, there were no strong enemies for him to fight in his dark confines, so there didn’t seem to be a reason for him to go and make a fuss like his brood mates. But rather suddenly, Torr’s egg was thrown backwards from an unseen force, eliciting a grunt of surprise from the not-quite-newborn. Most creatures, even dim witted newborn Ig’s, would have likely suspected that the force came from outside of the egg, but not Torr. No, he came to the conclusion that his first adversary had finally made a move against him. And that enemy was his egg itself.
And so he punched back.
With an awful crunching sound, Torr’s puncher shot out of his shell as he let out a rather unintimidating battle cry. Remarkably, his wobbling egg maintained its shape, minus the fist sized hole in it, much to the little Ig’s surprise. ’A stubborn one right from the start, eh?’ he thought to himself in annoyance. It was of little consequence though, as Hivemind, in its ever dependable foresight, had given him two punchers to work with. So without any hesitation, Torr struck his foe again.
But again, his foe did not relent, staying stubbornly together all too well. Torr’s annoyance surged, as he had not expected to struggle so much with his first battle, but the feeling turned to dismay when he realized he could not pull his punchers back into his shell for another a round. The fiery Ig racked his little thinker for ideas on how to topple this nearly insurmountable foe. His eyes lit up as he marveled at the true genius that was Hivemind. They hadn’t given him just two punchers, but four. So with newfound conviction, Torr placed his feet against the shell in front of him and “punched” with all the strength he could muster.
The shell held together for a tense few moments, but finally gave in with one last drawn out crunch. The sizable hole his adversary not only freed little Torr’s arms, but also allowed what little light the hatchery had to offer sneak into his egg. Excited, the triumphant Ig hurriedly repositioned himself into a sitting position and poked his head, which had a slightly too proud smirk on it, out of his shell. He quickly turned his head this and that, both taking in the sights of colorful environment and looking for his next foe. His jerking motion stopped as his eyes fell on a pink and red egg right next to his own.
“Hey,” he called out curiously to the egg, knocking on it with one of his punchers. “Are you my next opponent?” | TorrStrength: ★★★ || Dexterity: ★★ || Cunning: • || Spirit: - || Knowledge: • || Luck: ★★
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0
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Gender: Male
Appearance: One look at Torr, and it is quite obvious that he was made with one thing in mind: punching things really hard. Sporting a fiery mix of orange and red skin, Torr looks like his unusually muscled body was licked by flames. While not the tallest of Ig’s, being only 2’5”, Torr still somehow manages to look somewhat menacing with his rather large hands and the little bumps on his temple, which he is certain will one day grow into a pair of magnificent horns that will improve his forehead-to-forehead punches.
Personality: People that like to believe appearances are deceiving have obviously never encountered a specimen like Torr before. If asked what his favorite hobby is, his answer would be punching. Actually, that’s just how he would answer most questions, as finding strong opponents is always on the little devil’s mind. But when he is not gleefully punching things, Torr is surprisingly easy to get along with, even if he is a little too blunt with his honesty. And while Torr is rather simple minded, even by Ig standards, what he lacks in smarts he makes up for with his confidence to hit things pretty hard.
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9,328 | 262 | 6 | 1,477 | 1,908 | Hivemind whizzed around the room doing it's busywork, checking on eggs, calculating survival chances, checking the temperature of the weird, incubation galaxy-water. The chatter of conversation echoed off the walls of the cavern, and Hivemind honed in to get a better understanding of who had woken up.
"I don't like being by myself."
"Oo dat fak are ye? Ye also part o' dat batch?"
“H-hello there. What is all this? Are we siblings?”
"“Are you my next opponent?”
It took alot to surprise the ancient collective intelligence of all extinct supreme races, but as Hivemind looked over to see all five of its most volatile handiwork burst into life, surprise came very close to what Hivemind would have been feeling.
Except Hivemind didn't really have feelings, so that was ok.
A quiet whirring grew above the baby Igs and a black, crinkly vacuum-like tube descended from the cavern ceiling, a large grey disk at one end. It slid open to reveal a huge luminescent eye, a little bigger then most of the Igs - except perhaps Baleg, who rivaled it in height though not circumfrence. It snaked around their ankles and curled around their shattered eggs, bumping into them from behind to test their responses and then zipping up uncomfortably close to their faces. Then it stared. It stared alot.
It seemed satisfied.
said Hivemind as it tapped gently on Sala's egg.
It peered at Griss from within his little egg, blocking out all light behind him.
The eye snapped backwards and stared unblinking at the rest.
There was a horrible whirring as the eye snapped in half, revealing a large gaping hole that was sucking all the air around it up into the tube. It slurped up the water, it absorbed the egg shells like they were specks of dust, and then it turned it's powerful beam towards the Igs themselves.
You fall from the ceiling and find yourself standing in a pristine, purest white room. The floor is slightly reflective, and as you get your bearings, a strange rumble fills the area.
Eight doors appear before you. Each is labelled by a flashing sign above them: The Master's Question, The Seeker's Knowledge,The Spirit's Journey,The Warrior's Quest,The Knight's Resolve,The Sentinel's Vigil,The Gambler's Folly, and The Madman's Strife. Some seem particularly unsettling, and these are marked by two crossed swords above them.
OOC: How wonderful, a birthday party! Don't feel you have to get absorbed to Gateway immediately. You can say hi to the other Igs, give Hivemind the runaround, and generally be an annoying baby if you feel like it. It is your right as a newborn.
When you do decide or get kidnapped to Gateway, you will find yourself in a weird white room surrounded by doors. Each door will dissapear once an Ig enters it. If you are having trouble deciding where to go, you may ask two question to help you decide.
Finally, if a door has crossed swords above them, it it they lead to a dangerous or difficult challenge. You can't be killed in the prologue - but if you fail the challenge, you will gain no changes to your stats, for good or ill. | C h a r a c t e r sSveggStrength: ★★ || Dexterity: • || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: - || Knowledge: • || Luck: ★★★
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0 || Gender: M
ClocktowerEchos
BalegStrength: - || Dexterity: ★★ || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: ★★★ || Knowledge: • || Luck:•
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0 || Gender: M
MagLev
SalaStrength: - || Dexterity: • || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: ★★ || Knowledge: ★★★ || Luck: •
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0 ||Gender: F
SilverDawn
GrissStrength:• || Dexterity:★★★ || Cunning:★★ || Spirit:★★ || Knowledge: • || Luck:-
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0 || Gender: M
Duskshine749
TorrStrength: ★★★ || Dexterity: ★★ || Cunning: • || Spirit: - || Knowledge: • || Luck: ★★
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0 || Gender: M
Sarcelle Renard |
9,329 | 262 | 7 | 710 | 953 | Oh, new friends, hello, Griss said quite glad he wasn't alone anymore as the first two Ig's after him had woken up. One of them sounded quite funny, the other was asking if they were siblings. Griss hadn't thought of that, he didn't really care if they were or not, he just was glad for the company. Before he could say anything to his new friends one of the eggs rolled right by and would have hit him had he not quickly moved himself back. It crashed in to the last egg and now it seemed everyone was awake and moving about.
It seemed they had gotten Hivemind's attention, which Griss was happy for, though he wasn't sure if his new friends would like it or not. A big glowing eye was looking at them all now, poking them from behind then staring. At the poke Griss had jumped and turned to face it, only to see it whirl back around in front of him. As it stared he just waved at it. "Hello Hivemind." At that point it mentioned a party, parties were fun, right? Griss didn't have much time to think on it as Hivemind sucked up their eggs and then seemed to want everyone else to go in to the light. "This is so exciting, isn't this exciting everyone? I'm Griss, by the way, and I'm so happy to have met all of you." Griss was very excited from being around all the new people, it made him quite giddy. | GrissStrength:• || Dexterity:★★★ || Cunning:★★ || Spirit:★★ || Knowledge: • || Luck:-
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0
Gender:Male
Appearance:Griss stands at 2 feet 7 inches tall. He is mostly brown in colour with green splotches scattered around his body. He is thin compared to most other Igs, thus making him look somewhat sickly. He seems like he was made to just make sure he doesn't get in anyone's way.
Personality:Griss is kind of a lonely guy. He just wants to be noticed, sometimes he feels like Hivemind doesn't even know he exists. He alternates between talking a fair amount in the hopes of getting some attention and being very quiet because he feels like no one will ever notice him. He works well in groups because he doesn't interfere with whatever others try to do, he just gets sad no one seems to see him.
Abilities:
Scan: Allows you to gain information on enemies you fight. Initial scans grant minimal information, with subsequent scans perfect your knowledge. This ability can be used once every three turns
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9,330 | 262 | 8 | 1,478 | 475 | Baleg looked at the wandering eye in wonder, his train of thought travelling many places, though often getting derailed or becoming far more simplistic at times with questions such as ”Can I eat it?” It was obvious that Baleg was meant to be the world’s best philosopher. Yet, his train of thought fell apart as the Hivemind prodded him, causing him to startle and the last of his egg to tip over and break. He was unsure whether to be sad or not, one of the others had managed to keep his shell until the Hivemind took it. “I guess this is exciting. I dunno. It seems kinda… odd. I don’t wanna go into that light. Though, maybe it is better than staying here in the dark,” Baleg mumbled as he looked around at the others.
“My name is Baleg, by the way.” He seemed to grow ever more distracted by the white light which the Hivemind had presented them. Where would it take them? Did it lead to the outside? What even was the outside? Yet, the most important question which entered his head in that moment was ”Is there food in there?” Baleg wanted to go in but didn’t want to be the first so he shuffled around slightly and looked at the others.”W-who should go in first? I don’t want to go in there alone,” He said seemingly afraid even if the Hivemind had been kind to them thus far. | BalegStrength: - || Dexterity: ★★ || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: ★★★ || Knowledge: • || Luck:•
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0
Gender Male
Appearance: Perhaps Baleg had been blessed by the Hivemid during his creation, his height being placed at slightly over the average a 3’1. He isn’t by any means a bulky Ig, his body more flabby than the usual though more flexible and responsive than those of others. Perhaps he was less blessed and more cursed with limbs that seem to be shorter than they need be for a person his size, eyes too small, and hands too big. It was as if he was mismatched, thrown together with no meaning what so ever. He also seemed to have been 'blessed' with a golden skin mottled by ovals of blueish-green.
Personality: If there was any Ig more blessed than Baleg, it’d probably be every Ig. Most see him as just mad, at least those who can understand what it means to be mad. To Baleg, the soul of everything is vibrant and interesting and his small mind wishes to learn every aspect there is about it, though that often means very little since he tends to forget what he learns almost equally as quick as he learned it. Were he not of such a short attention span, perhaps Baleg would be of more use to the Hivemind than just a constant philosopher who wonders of the meaning of what it is to be Ig. Or what his next meal might be.
Abilities:
Scan: Allows you to gain information on enemies you fight. Initial scans grant minimal information, with subsequent scans perfect your knowledge. This ability can be used once every three turns
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9,331 | 262 | 9 | 465 | 6,811 | Completely ignoring the other Igs, Svegg had followed in the foot steps of the one who named himself Baleg and posed a very intelligent and philosophical statement.
"Ye, dere's no razon ta hiode fro teh mahsivv fruk yall fing width one'ye dats lookin' us up 'n can shammon lioght from da air. Yea, no razon whot so eva." Svegg didn't know what most of those words could possibly mean but something instinctive told him to say it. If the Hivemind was going to get upset over his snark, the Hivemind should have had a more balanced diet that didn't have so much salt. Seriously, too much salt damages the heart but there was the question of did the Hivemind even have a heart? Is the fact he doesn't appear to have a heart on the surface why he was so heartless?
The brash Svegg sighed at his supposed siblings who refused to go into the light because of "fear". It seemed that unlike most, Svegg was "fearless". Aka, he was too bullheaded to understand that concept but said it anyways, seemed to be a trend. "Look 'ere ya phansies, m' name's Svegg. Me finks. Since all 'er too scared o' dat light, imma go innit. And eat it. Ya got dat? Dat lioght's mion less ya wanna be thrown' inta da light."
Clearly Svegg was well on his way to oratory brilliance with his voice so full of grace and elegance and subtly. And waffles. | Svegg
Strength: • || Dexterity: • || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: - || Knowledge: ★★ || Luck: ★★★
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0
Gender Male
Appearance:
Svegg stands at a very intimidating 1 foot 10 inches, effectively making him on the shorter side of things and not very receptive to dwarf jokes even if he is kind of like one. His chin already has a stubble, proof that he will one day grow an impressive beard no doubt. He's short, he's strong, he's stout and he got a temper. The fact his limbs are short and require him to half-waddle half-walk only adds to the comedic factor. He's not the strongest, or largest, but has it where it counts.
Personality:
It is said that the Hivemind puts a bit of himself into every Ig when they are born. If that's the case, the Hivemind must have been extremely salty right around the time Svegg was made as he can be described as simply as being a "Lil' Ball o' Snark." His great mind creates endless amounts of snark and sarcasm, of which not all Ig can fully understand but he does so anyways just because he can. He would be a great philosopher however, perhaps even one dedicated to the exploration of what it means to be an Ig, if he wasn't constantly complaining about things.
He also has the most unique voice of all Ig which has been described from "harsh" to "charming" to "full of waffles". Needless to say, one could say that the Hivemind fucked up Svegg's creation process at some point and you won't be hard pressed to find evidence or supporters.
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9,332 | 262 | 10 | 2,182 | 991 | The voice permeated through the air. Its statement was undeniably directed at Sala. Despite this, Sala didn't want to leave her egg, no matter how reassuring the voice was. Well, that would be true if Sala didn't fall a considerable distance. The collision into another egg and the fall down had caused Sala's egg to crack by itself. What once was a shapely, undeniably original egg had been turned into dented oblong. Only the membrane held it together. Without much effort, Sala erupted out of her broken home seeing numerous doors and people who she could undeniably state that were like her. One thought pierced her mind:
Trash.
These other things were like her. Small, odd body shapes, random skin tone. But, they weren't her - therefore worse. Of course, she didn't state her thoughts outright. The tall, flabby, golden one seemed to be a big baby, even by Ig standards. Even if Sala erupted after his little speech, she still knew that he was a wuss. Mentally, she made a note of this.
The short one, who was loud enough for Sala to hear inside of her broken egg, seemed to be much more useful. He seemed as though he would do things purely out of spite. Useful.
The brown one; useless baby. Looked like a wuss who would flop over and die by himself.
The absolutely ripped red one seemed to be the most useful out of all of them. He was loud enough that Sala could hear his issue of challenge through the shell. Sala would perhaps challenge him later to do useful things for her, like eating rocks and seeing what happens.
These thoughts were all kept to secret. Such thoughts didn't deserve to be shared with trash. Only her and higher beings would know what she thought.
When Sala looked around the room, she saw the doors. Each one was about Ig-sized. They were meant to enter the doors, Sala managed to deduce. Sala, with her extremely high intelligence and reasoning, began to choose which one she wanted to go through to leave the trash. The purple door looked as if it tasted bad. Things that were purple would no doubt taste bad. The two white doors were bright enough to hurt Sala's eyes (whatever those were), so they were out. The two red doors and the gold door reminded her of the other Igs - out out out. The colourful door was much too loud. Only a madman would enter that one. By deduction, the best door to go through would be the blue door. It looked like it tasted good in there, after all.
Ignoring the other Igs and what they had to say, Sala took her first steps into this brave new world. She walked directly into the blue door. Mostly because she didn't want to be with the other Igs. | SalaStrength: - || Dexterity: • || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: ★★ || Knowledge: ★★★ || Luck: •
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0
Gender Female
Appearance: Sala stands at a general 2'3". Her skin is a rather pastel pink, accentuated by the extremely-rare red o-shape on her forehead. Thankfully, she was born with a full-head of white hair to hide the marking. Sala is rather thin, even for an Ig. As noted by some other Igs, she looks more like a stick than an Ig.
Personality: A natural born intellectual, Sala is highly intelligent. However, this is only when compared to other Igs. Rather than experiment for herself, she attaches herself to other people, learning from what they do. Good job, Sala. You're less likely to die embarrassingly than the other Igs.
While Sala may seem like a listless learner, she is actually rather malevolent. She has a tendency to use others as tools to further her knowledge, no matter the consequence. She's a rather terrible creature in that sense. Despite this, she does care deeply about other Igs and will try her best to help them when the time arises. Though, she does this because she wants to keep her "guinea pigs" (whatever those are), just in case.
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9,333 | 262 | 11 | 1,477 | 1,908 | The omniprescent Hivemind examined the little Igs as they made their introductions. They were quite cute, in a way. But, it was best not to get attached, what with the deathrate of Igs in the outside world and all. Messy buisness, that was.
The youngest of them toddled into the white room and beyond without hesitation. Now that was a leader's spirit. Hivemind would have to remember to keep an eye on her, out of her hundred thousands of brothers and sisters. Or, yaknow. Maybe she'd die first. One of the two.
The Seeker's Knowledge whirred with 1s and 0s before dissapearing from the wall entirely.
The Seeker's KnowledgeSala
Briefly the world spins around you in torrents of blue and white. As if raised from the depths, a marble checkerprint floor lifts in front of you, carving a path out of nothing. Slowly other shadowy shapes take their place around you, warbling and shifting as if they didn't quite understand themselves, impossible geometry quaking in and out of existance. At first it's jarring, a little terrifying even, but just as your mind starts wrapping itself round the horrific shapes, they ebb away into nothing, and you wonder if there had been anything to worry about in the first place.
As you progress through the brief hallway - are you walking, or is the world moving around you? - the mind-bending geometry becomes a little repetitive. Boring, even. It's really not that worrying at all, actually.
Your ability to deal with the strange and macabre improves.
The room opens up into a large circular bowl, three pedestals standing before you. On one sits a strange mirror, the glass within obscured by strange mists. Another sits an old thome, bound in worn leathers and tied with string. The last macabre item seems to be some sort of hat, made from the head of a fox-like creature, but smaller.
"ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜ sʜᴀʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴᴡᴀʀᴅs. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ."
The voice of Hivemind reverberated from all around you. | C h a r a c t e r sSveggStrength: ★★ || Dexterity: • || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: - || Knowledge: • || Luck: ★★★
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0 || Gender: M
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BalegStrength: - || Dexterity: ★★ || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: ★★★ || Knowledge: • || Luck:•
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0 || Gender: M
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SalaStrength: - || Dexterity: • || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: ★★ || Knowledge: ★★★ || Luck: •
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0 ||Gender: F
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GrissStrength:• || Dexterity:★★★ || Cunning:★★ || Spirit:★★ || Knowledge: • || Luck:-
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0 || Gender: M
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TorrStrength: ★★★ || Dexterity: ★★ || Cunning: • || Spirit: - || Knowledge: • || Luck: ★★
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0 || Gender: M
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9,334 | 262 | 12 | 1,478 | 475 | Oh no! The other two had gone into the light leaving Baleg alone with the Igs who were brown and red. He didn’t want to be alone but he didn’t want to be left behind. With that mentality, he stood up and moved tentatively towards the light. Where it would take him, even he did not know. Though, he could of course think about it but that may require a tad too much energy on his part. Perhaps it was a party though! If it was a party then they’d be celebrating their birthdays. Nothing could go wrong with that. Could it? "Well, it is certainly better than being alone and it seems the others are going. Guess we don't have a choice," He muttered to himself as he looked up at the light then back to the other Igs. He didn't like leaving them alone.
With a few more steps, Baleg went into the light above them and flew through to a white room. He landed with a hard thud, a bit stunned as he looked into ground at his face. It was odd, he knew what he looked like almost before he saw himself reflected in the floor. Though, the reflection was slightly murky, almost as if the white room itself stained it and made it hard to focus. But Baleg knew what he was like, that was all he needed. As he rose to his feet, his head swam and he stumbled, walking a few feet to the far right before falling over. What he hadn’t anticipated was falling into the very colorful gateway on that side of the room. | BalegStrength: - || Dexterity: ★★ || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: ★★★ || Knowledge: • || Luck:•
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0
Gender Male
Appearance: Perhaps Baleg had been blessed by the Hivemid during his creation, his height being placed at slightly over the average a 3’1. He isn’t by any means a bulky Ig, his body more flabby than the usual though more flexible and responsive than those of others. Perhaps he was less blessed and more cursed with limbs that seem to be shorter than they need be for a person his size, eyes too small, and hands too big. It was as if he was mismatched, thrown together with no meaning what so ever. He also seemed to have been 'blessed' with a golden skin mottled by ovals of blueish-green.
Personality: If there was any Ig more blessed than Baleg, it’d probably be every Ig. Most see him as just mad, at least those who can understand what it means to be mad. To Baleg, the soul of everything is vibrant and interesting and his small mind wishes to learn every aspect there is about it, though that often means very little since he tends to forget what he learns almost equally as quick as he learned it. Were he not of such a short attention span, perhaps Baleg would be of more use to the Hivemind than just a constant philosopher who wonders of the meaning of what it is to be Ig. Or what his next meal might be.
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9,335 | 262 | 13 | 2,079 | 604 | Torr looked long and hard at the strange tubey-eye-thing that descended from the hatchery’s ceiling. The little Ig had never seen such a thing before, obviously, but he somehow instinctively knew that this thing was Hivemind. The sight of his all powerful creator did not fill the creature with wonderment or awe, but did cause him to cock his head quizzically to the side as he took in the being that was quite unlike him. Hivemind didn’t seem to have a set of punchers, so Torr could not be certain what its purpose was in this world. The soft bewilderment on his expression did not change, even as he and the other Ig’s were sucked up and consequently dumped into a spacious white room, with the fiery Ig in question landing comfortably on his back. Indeed, the transition did little to disturb him as he was consumed by one important question:
'To punch or not to punch?'
So engrossed in his not-so-deep introspection, Torr didn’t even notice his hatchmates getting up or even what they were talking about. But it was quite a problematic question for the Ig, as on one hand the tubey being was responsible for granting Torr the opportunity to punch many things, but on the other hand it also seemed like an existence that would be very satisfying to punch. Both sides put up a tremendous argument in Torr’s mind, but in the end the fiery Ig decided that his debt to his creator outweighed the immense satisfaction he would likely get out of punching it. The brutal realization caused an all too depressed sigh to escape Torr’s lips, but there was little use dwelling on what could have been. So with newfound determination, he finally stood up and took a better look at his surroundings.
The only things worth noting in the room that was far too white where his hatmates and a set of big, colorful doors. And from the way his pink hatchmate confidently strode through one of them, the purpose behind the doors became clear even to Torr. He glanced at the remaining Ig’s in the room, sizing them up by just how punchable they seemed. The brown one hardly looked like he would be worth the effort, as it appeared a stiff breeze could knock him over. And while the gold one was quite tall, his flabby figure did not look like it would put up much of a fight. That left the rather short one, but even though he certainly looked like he wouldn’t go down quietly, Torr still found him lacking in the punchability department. Another dejected sigh left him as he lost interest in his hatchmates and turned his attention to the strange doors instead.
Naturally, when presented with a series of options, Torr’s first priority was to determine how much of a challenge each one seemed to offer. The words above each door did little to sway his interest one way or the other, but the swords that were above the doors certainly did, as they seemed to promise him a good fight. Of those, the flabby golden one managed to trip and fall into the one that was an odd mishmash of colors. Not to be outdone by such a sorry creature, Torr shot to his feet and charged towards the doors with a tiny roar, one fist raised in the air like he was leading a band of misfits to battle.
In the end, he wasn’t particularly picky about what door he would enter, as whatever was on the other side would simply get punched all the same. So with a depressing lack of caution or thought, Torr found himself running into the yellow light of The Sentinel’s Vigil. | TorrStrength: ★★★ || Dexterity: ★★ || Cunning: • || Spirit: - || Knowledge: • || Luck: ★★
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0
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Gender: Male
Appearance: One look at Torr, and it is quite obvious that he was made with one thing in mind: punching things really hard. Sporting a fiery mix of orange and red skin, Torr looks like his unusually muscled body was licked by flames. While not the tallest of Ig’s, being only 2’5”, Torr still somehow manages to look somewhat menacing with his rather large hands and the little bumps on his temple, which he is certain will one day grow into a pair of magnificent horns that will improve his forehead-to-forehead punches.
Personality: People that like to believe appearances are deceiving have obviously never encountered a specimen like Torr before. If asked what his favorite hobby is, his answer would be punching. Actually, that’s just how he would answer most questions, as finding strong opponents is always on the little devil’s mind. But when he is not gleefully punching things, Torr is surprisingly easy to get along with, even if he is a little too blunt with his honesty. And while Torr is rather simple minded, even by Ig standards, what he lacks in smarts he makes up for with his confidence to hit things pretty hard.
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9,336 | 262 | 14 | 710 | 953 | It seemed everyone was going in to the light, and Griss was one of them, as the golden Ig pointed out they were going to be alone if they didn't go, and Griss didn't want to be alone again. In the white room there were many pretty doors with lots of colours, a few of the others had already gone in to some and disappeared. Griss realized what was happening and he didn't like it one bit. They had to be alone again, but he hated being alone. He didn't want the others thinking he was weak though, then they might not like him and he'd be alone forever. Griss too a deep breath and looked at the doors remaining. After a moment he decided to go with The Master's Question, disregarding the swords over said door. He was sure he could answer whatever question would be posed to him. He walked with false confidence through the purple door, not really ready for whatever was on the other side. | GrissStrength:• || Dexterity:★★★ || Cunning:★★ || Spirit:★★ || Knowledge: • || Luck:-
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0
Gender:Male
Appearance:Griss stands at 2 feet 7 inches tall. He is mostly brown in colour with green splotches scattered around his body. He is thin compared to most other Igs, thus making him look somewhat sickly. He seems like he was made to just make sure he doesn't get in anyone's way.
Personality:Griss is kind of a lonely guy. He just wants to be noticed, sometimes he feels like Hivemind doesn't even know he exists. He alternates between talking a fair amount in the hopes of getting some attention and being very quiet because he feels like no one will ever notice him. He works well in groups because he doesn't interfere with whatever others try to do, he just gets sad no one seems to see him.
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9,337 | 262 | 15 | 2,182 | 991 | Odd. Sala, despite only entering a door, seemed to understand things better. What those things were, however, remained a mystery. She only knew that she felt like she understood things better. Strange how doors do that. As she walked, the world seemed to bend and twist and shift and mix. Sala, however, didn't care. She was much too young to establish any point of reference. If the world decided to be a chaotic mass of geometry, so be it.
As the hall began to normalize - out of patterns or adaptation, either worked - Sala entered a strange room. There were three pedestals. The first was an odd, flat surface covered in a strange fog. Sala had no clue what it was. That one was a big no-no. The second was an old tome. Despite never seeing it, Sala knew that something must have been hidden inside, like food. That one was the best choice. The third one was a head of some small beast for Sala to wear on her own head, no doubt created for her. In no way, shape, or form would Sala bend to the machiavellianism of corporate greed. Despite this, Sala deduced that the smartest possible outcome was to take all three. After all, they were all in the room with her. Nothing was stopping her from taking them all.
"ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜ sʜᴀʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴᴡᴀʀᴅs. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ."
The voice reverberating in Sala's mind. So much for that idea. She knew that whatever this voice was, it would be better to not get on its bad side. After all, the voice seemed to be more powerful than her.
She made her choice. She grabbed the old tome which may or may not have contained food and pressed onwards. | SalaStrength: - || Dexterity: • || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: ★★ || Knowledge: ★★★ || Luck: •
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0
Gender Female
Appearance: Sala stands at a general 2'3". Her skin is a rather pastel pink, accentuated by the extremely-rare red o-shape on her forehead. Thankfully, she was born with a full-head of white hair to hide the marking. Sala is rather thin, even for an Ig. As noted by some other Igs, she looks more like a stick than an Ig.
Personality: A natural born intellectual, Sala is highly intelligent. However, this is only when compared to other Igs. Rather than experiment for herself, she attaches herself to other people, learning from what they do. Good job, Sala. You're less likely to die embarrassingly than the other Igs.
While Sala may seem like a listless learner, she is actually rather malevolent. She has a tendency to use others as tools to further her knowledge, no matter the consequence. She's a rather terrible creature in that sense. Despite this, she does care deeply about other Igs and will try her best to help them when the time arises. Though, she does this because she wants to keep her "guinea pigs" (whatever those are), just in case.
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9,338 | 262 | 16 | 465 | 6,811 | With everyone finally gathering the nerves to enter the holy light of holiness, Svegg decided it was time to follow them unto destiny. He closed his eyes, breathed in and out deeply, cleared his stormy mind, felt the world around him (which was quite literally nothing to be completely honest), focused his inner chi and balanced his chakra through methods he didn't even know. Probably involved glowing orbs of dragon power or something occultly strange like that.
Opening his eyes, Svegg stared down the light with a thousand mile stare right into the center of it.
And immediately flailed back as he learned that staring straight into a bright light is a terrible idea.
You can't blame the guy though; he was only born a few minutes ago.
Once again gathering his inner mind, soul, body, being, organs, blood, thoughts, conscious, plans, important documents, shoes, bags and passport, Svegg planted his foot into the ground like a sumo wrestler and screamed a loud, deep, manly, machismo, testosterone-fueled roar of courage and charged into the light.
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He burst through the light and charged right through, not caring about anything or anyone. Ignoring all of his siblings and the floating letters, he bull rushed right into the The Gambler's Folly, gracefully executing a 10/10 dolphin diving into the portal (although he landed with something about a 4/10).
The other Igs remaining didn't even know what had happened until they ear the after effects of what could only be called an extremely effeminate French tridactyl running into the room on stubby little legs, screaming its head off and charging right into the nearest portal like an idiot. Svegg honestly should have invested more in his INT and WIS stats respectively; even if they weren't going to help his build, they would certain help him in the places where he desperately needed help it seemed. | Svegg
Strength: • || Dexterity: • || Cunning: ★★ || Spirit: - || Knowledge: ★★ || Luck: ★★★
Level: 1 || Deaths: 0
Gender Male
Appearance:
Svegg stands at a very intimidating 1 foot 10 inches, effectively making him on the shorter side of things and not very receptive to dwarf jokes even if he is kind of like one. His chin already has a stubble, proof that he will one day grow an impressive beard no doubt. He's short, he's strong, he's stout and he got a temper. The fact his limbs are short and require him to half-waddle half-walk only adds to the comedic factor. He's not the strongest, or largest, but has it where it counts.
Personality:
It is said that the Hivemind puts a bit of himself into every Ig when they are born. If that's the case, the Hivemind must have been extremely salty right around the time Svegg was made as he can be described as simply as being a "Lil' Ball o' Snark." His great mind creates endless amounts of snark and sarcasm, of which not all Ig can fully understand but he does so anyways just because he can. He would be a great philosopher however, perhaps even one dedicated to the exploration of what it means to be an Ig, if he wasn't constantly complaining about things.
He also has the most unique voice of all Ig which has been described from "harsh" to "charming" to "full of waffles". Needless to say, one could say that the Hivemind fucked up Svegg's creation process at some point and you won't be hard pressed to find evidence or supporters.
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9,339 | 263 | 0 | 157 | 3,052 | It was Monday was driving up the mountain road, the school was set back in a little mountain town. The businesses their lived off the kids who spent money and worked their during the free time. With the school having a focus on independent projects and bringing students together over in-depth courses. He enjoyed his vacation but he would be happy to get back, he was one of the schools best fencer's. Still he wasn't a jock by any stretch he had more in common with the other kids music, gaming, and exploring. As he came over the hill he was saw the academy.
Disney Academy was huge, with two extremely large dorms halls. The one to the east hosts all the girls and the western hall was for boys. To the North was the class rooms and administration. In the center was a three massive indoor pools, with sauna's, hot tubs, and even a Japanese style natural hot spring. South was the gate which lead into the small town outside of it. Further up the mountain was a ski slope and resort for parents who came to visit during the winter months or for students and winter athletics.
He parked over by his building emptying out his car and placing his stuff in his room. Surprisingly each students got their bathroom and bedroom. Though they all ate together in the cafeteria on the bottom floor of there buildings. After getting things in order he walked back towards the administration to pick up his class schedule for the year, wondering who he might run into as he did. | Name: Peter Pannel
Nickname: Pan
Age: 17
Grade: 11th
Appearance:
Personality: Fun and sometimes a little immature, through that comes from growing up the way he did. Surprisingly very ordered and clean, stemming from having to take care of five other kids. Peter is friendly and very outgoing, very athletic as well. He is often wary of strangers but can quickly warm up to them.
Background: The son of two famous British scientists, he lived in England until he was six. His Mother and Father were both killed in an accident. Sent to live with his aunt in California he had only his watch his parents had built and told him to keep safe. He spent only six months with his aunt before running away. He escaped and nearly two years later he had formed a gang of kids. They used an old Fire station in North California as their home.
The Neverland fire station spent a lot of time being rebuilt. Eventually it sparkled like new, the children with him were younger and he cared for them all. He made sure they all went to school and had clothes and meals. All while attending school himself, at night he messed around with the strange watch his parents had given him. When he turned thirteen the watch seemed to activate itself, a women appeared. More like a girl actually, she had little wings and was hologram the watch displayed.
Her name was Tinkerbell and she was a present for Peter, a sister of sorts. Not only Tink but also access to his parents bank account with that he set the Neverland Fire station up. The kids under his care would all be seen through school and well cared for. Next he sent himself off to Disney Academy, using a scholarship from his schools fencing team. He often got into fights, mostly with the jocks of the school, Peter Pannel was always the first to go fight for someone else and often the last one standing. His street fighting style was very much reliant on watch the other's moves and moving to counter them. It also took advantage of the fact he was smaller and lighter using the advantage of a small frame to build momentum for attacks.
Hobbies and other information: Avid fencer, B- student, and constantly getting in trouble. |
9,340 | 263 | 1 | 1,070 | 64 | Berlioz was jerked awake when his head bumped just a little too hard on the window. Cracking his eyes opened with a noise of annoyance, he looked with slitted eyes over to his sister. She had been sleeping as well, and her pale white hair had become flattened on one side from leaning against her suitcase. She had slid over when the car had taken a sharp turn, flopping onto him and causing him to slide himself and thunk his head on the unforgiving glass.
"Toulouse! Mum told you to drive because she thought you'd be responsible. Not try to kill us!" Pushing his confused and still sleepy sister off of himself, he adjusted the headphones that had slid off his head.
His brother grinned back at the in the rear view mirror, eyes light with amusement. "Aw Berlioz, I am responsible! But, I'm also excited to get back to school. For the first time, I'm not boarding with you!" Laughing at the offended expression on his brothers face, he resumed looking at the road, lest he get told off again.
Berlioz rolled his eyes at his brother's antics and resumed looking out the window. It was true however, that they weren't boarding together this year. It had been his decision, because he just couldn't put up with the constant noise and mess, especially when most of his projects needed silence for him to fill it with his own music. The school soon appeared on the roads horizon, and all three of them seemed to straighten up a little at the sight.
With the car parked, they all heaved out their bags, Marie spotting her friends and running over with a squeal, pink suitcase rattling behind her. Toulouse saluted Berlioz, before turning to greet his friends. Alone at last, with nothing but the loud chatter of greetings being exchanged, he turned on his playlist and turned towards administration. | Berlioz Bonfamille
Nicknames: Kitten by close friends/family members, or Maestro
Age: 17
Grade: 11th
Personality: Berlioz is shy, and can come off as aloof most of the time if he isn’t with his siblings. Once you get close to him however, he gets much more lively, teasing and fun to be around. He does have a fear of being abandoned however, and defends himself from any more potential sadness with snide comments and by distancing himself from his peers. He has a somewhat jaded view on the world, but loves music. Whether he’s composing or listening to it, that will probably be the most relaxed he’ll be in front of others. He is rarely seen without his earphones.
Background: Berlioz and his siblings were raised by his mother and their grandmother for quite a long time in one of the richer parts of France. They were homeschooled, and were happy for quite a long time, until his grand-mere decided to make her will and leave her rather extensive fortune to them. The next night, they were kidnapped. Their mother and grandmother were distraught, and hired a private detective to search for them. Unfortunately, the trail was well hidden, and they may have never been found if it hadn’t been for Mr O’Malley. He and his friends had rescued the three kids and returned them to their family.
Soon after that, he and Duchess fell in love, and Berlioz suddenly had a new father. Toulouse took to him quickly, but Berlioz was skeptical until he was won over by the man’s love of jazz music. Marie was quite enamoured as well, accepting him as a father figure almost as quick as Toulouse had. But, their grandmother passed away soon after their marriage, and they decided to keep the beautiful house as a holiday home, and moved to the USA.
Hobbies and other information: Composing music, speaks with a slight accent, loves sweet things. |
9,341 | 263 | 2 | 70 | 496 | Large green eyes darted around nervously as they took in anything and everything around them. Rapunzel was sitting in the backseat of her parents car, as they drove her to her home for the school year. Parents, school, what foreign concepts to her. Her therapist had told her that she would eventually adjust, but she could never see that happening. You didn't spend your entire life locked in the attic of a crazy old woman's house and ever be normal again. She barely ate, she hardly slept, and it was so hard to talk to people. She would rather be hidden safely in a room, her room, painting, than talk to people. But her therapist told her that she needed to do this.
With a soft sigh, Rapunzel fingered the ends of her hair. Honestly, she liked this a lot better than the mass of blonde in had been before. Now it was so light and flippy, it was definitely the best change so far. She glanced up from the window to catch both her parents looking at her, they had done that a lot since she had come back. She offered them a small smile and they smiled in return. As much as they wanted to stay with her now that they had found her again, she needed this to readjust to real life. Finally they arrived at the school, and reluctantly, Rapunzel slipped her sandals back on.
Rapunzel got out of the car and took her duffel bag from the seat next to her. The contents of the bag and the clothes she was wearing right now, which consisted of tan capris and a purple tank top, was everything she owned. Lots of art supplies, some books, clothing, and a few other things. She said goodbye to her parents, and hugged them even though it made her uncomfortable. Then they drove off, and were probably going to cry when they got home. Rapunzel headed toward the building to try and find the administration office, or whatever the heck that was. Maybe she would find somebody who could help her find it. Cause she had no idea what she was doing. | Name: Rapunzel Corona
Nickname: Flower
Age: 18
Grade: 12th
Appearance:
She used to have extremely long blonde hair, but recently cut it all off and dyed it brown. She also has large green eyes and fair skin. She likes wearing simple, but girly, clothing. Unless she has to, she never wears shoes or socks. If she does have to, its usually sandals that she can just slip off whenever she wants.
Personality: Rapunzel is a spirited, clever, kind, and adventurous young woman, though a bit naive. However, she is not afraid to stand up for herself or others when the situation calls for bravery. Though she'll stand up for them, she's afraid of trusting other people, and also of betrayal. She has a lot to learn about the world, but she's eager, willing, and ready to learn about everything.
Background: At the young age of three, Rapunzel was kidnapped from her loving parents. She was kept in the attic of an old woman's house, with nothing but made up friends and bugs to keep her company. The woman never let her cut her hair, or do anything really, so it grew to unmanageable lengths. The only thing she really was allowed to do in that attic was sing, and occasionally paint. So she did. By the time she was twelve, she couldn't remember what her parents looked like, and had developed a bit of Stockholm syndrome. Recently the police found her and brought her back to her parents. By then all she could remember of the family was a lullaby that her mother used to sing to her. And that's how she knew it was really her parents who she had been returned to. Quickly her parents realized that she wouldn't be able to readjust without help, so they put her in therapy. Where the first thing her therapist convinced her to do was cut off all of her hair, thus cutting away her old life. Then she was put into Disney Academy, where she could have safe, controlled, environment to start readjusting to life outside an attic.
Hobbies and other information: Her hobbies are singing, painting, and learning. When nervous or overwhelmed, which happens a lot, she sings the lullaby to herself in order to calm herself down. She's incredibly shy of her singing voice and won't openly sing in front of other people. |
9,342 | 263 | 3 | 1,570 | 4,067 | It won't be so bad dear Bambi's father assured her, reaching his hand down and placing it on the girl's slender knee. She jerked in discomfort, making the man pull his hand away quickly. "Sorry sweetheart." he cooed, his hand returning to the steering wheel. "I know it won't." the young girl replied quietly, and way later than when the statement was originally proposed. "What was that?" her father asked, his dark eyes glancing over at his daughter in the passenger seat. "Nothing." she squeaked, her legs pulled up in the seat as she wrapped her arms around them.
It had been a painfully quiet and long drive.
Arriving at the school, Bambi didn't take too much time to wish her father goodbye. The two had always cared about one another but definitely were distant. He kissed the top of her head as he embraced her in a strong hug. "Have a good year, and don't get into any trouble." he warned, a warm smile following. The young girl gripped the handle of her forest green suitcase tighter. "I won't" a meek reply followed by a soft chuckle. Despite popular belief the girl could laugh and smile and have fun too.
Waiting until her father pulled away, she squatted down and unzipped one of the front pockets of her suitcase, taking out a swisher. She dug around in the pocket some more to find her lighter before setting the rolled cigar ablaze. Closing up her bag, she took her time making her way up to the office. | ✿Name:
Miss Barbara Greene.
✿Nickname:
Bambi is just fine with her.
✿Age:
16
✿Grade:
12th
✿Personality:
Skittish. Nimble. Emotionally Withdrawn Unless Feeling Safe. Inconsistent. Curious.
✿Background:
"Bambi was a roe deer fawn born in a thicket to a young doe in late spring one year. Over the course of the summer, her mother taught her about the various inhabitants of the forest and the ways deer live. When she felt Bambi was old enough, she took her daughter to the meadow- which she came quickly to learn that it was both a wonderful but dangerous place."
Why?
It leaves the deer exposed and in the open.
Bambi and her father came to the bustling West Coast from a small town in the Midwest when Bambi was around 14. At first she found the city to be absolutely terrifying, she often locked herself into her room at their apartment for days on end, staring out the window with vacant eyes as the lights traveled by. "Oh..just fuck me. Get me out of this dump." she would sigh as her father's bills upon bills piled upon their kitchen table. Many times they were threatened to be evicted for non-compliance, but they always managed to slip on by from biting the bullet.
Unlike her mother the year before.
Eventually Bambi traveled out a little more each day, becoming familiar with her settings. Though, when news of someone being shot would play on her television set (either in movies or in the news) Bambi regressed back into her hermit ways, until she could feel she could travel once again. It was a long and painful process. However, as Bambi became of age to become a student of Disney Academy, she found being sent away to a safe location not such a dreadful idea after all.
This is her final year at the academy and she hopes that she will find somewhere and someone to feel safe with.
✿Hobbies:
Smoking. Gardening. Running Track. |
9,343 | 263 | 4 | 157 | 3,052 | Peter had gotten his schedule when one of the class rep's passed him other kids schedules and told him to go outside and hand them out as well. Sighing Peter stepped outside and began to hand out more packets containing student info based off their names. He looked over the students smiling, a lot of new faces and some familiar, he always enjoyed this place it attracted the most diverse people he'd ever seen.
Passing out info he saw a lot of the jocks giving him death glares and cheerleader looking at him like a piece of meat. That was high school, you either were a piece of meat to most people or one who picked the meat and tried to use it. He missed the Never Land fire station and his friends their. However he knew he was needed here if he wanted to be great like his parents. Tinker bell flashed up from his watch. "You should really go get something to eat." Said the virtual assistant in a chastising tone. "You'll starve otherwise." Peter rolled his eyes and looked at the next student offering them their papers. | Name: Peter Pannel
Nickname: Pan
Age: 17
Grade: 11th
Appearance:
Personality: Fun and sometimes a little immature, through that comes from growing up the way he did. Surprisingly very ordered and clean, stemming from having to take care of five other kids. Peter is friendly and very outgoing, very athletic as well. He is often wary of strangers but can quickly warm up to them.
Background: The son of two famous British scientists, he lived in England until he was six. His Mother and Father were both killed in an accident. Sent to live with his aunt in California he had only his watch his parents had built and told him to keep safe. He spent only six months with his aunt before running away. He escaped and nearly two years later he had formed a gang of kids. They used an old Fire station in North California as their home.
The Neverland fire station spent a lot of time being rebuilt. Eventually it sparkled like new, the children with him were younger and he cared for them all. He made sure they all went to school and had clothes and meals. All while attending school himself, at night he messed around with the strange watch his parents had given him. When he turned thirteen the watch seemed to activate itself, a women appeared. More like a girl actually, she had little wings and was hologram the watch displayed.
Her name was Tinkerbell and she was a present for Peter, a sister of sorts. Not only Tink but also access to his parents bank account with that he set the Neverland Fire station up. The kids under his care would all be seen through school and well cared for. Next he sent himself off to Disney Academy, using a scholarship from his schools fencing team. He often got into fights, mostly with the jocks of the school, Peter Pannel was always the first to go fight for someone else and often the last one standing. His street fighting style was very much reliant on watch the other's moves and moving to counter them. It also took advantage of the fact he was smaller and lighter using the advantage of a small frame to build momentum for attacks.
Hobbies and other information: Avid fencer, B- student, and constantly getting in trouble. |
9,344 | 263 | 5 | 1,070 | 64 | Humming under his breath as music filled his ears, he felt his suitcase rattling behind him, and cursed his brother for not parking in front of the dorms, which would have made it so much easier to put all his stuff away. Sighing, he just adjusted the bag on his shoulders and looked around to see a kid handing out papers, presumably of schedules, and hopefully with information on where exactly his dorm was. He would have had the form himself, had Toulouse not decided that yes, he was going to remember that all of the needed one of the three envelopes. Of course, they were sitting crumpled in his bag right now, and Berlioz had no idea who on earth might be his roommate, and where he would be staying for most of the year.
Walking closer, he pushed past a crowd of jocks that were taking up way more space then anyone would ever need, and bragging in loud voices about the various escapades they'd gotten up to in the holidays. He couldn't understand why anyone would possibly want to be like them, but it was personal taste so...
The student, his mind supplied, was Peter. Peter Pannel. The only reason he knew this, was because on his first day at this highly unusual school, he'd stumbled upon a crowd of students cheering on a fight between Peter himself, and another giant football player. He would have ignored like he did every other pointless thing, had he not seen the odd glint of exhilaration in his eyes. Apart from that, he knew they were in the same grade and some of their classes did overlap, but he'd never had any reason to speak to him.
Pulling out his earphones, he stuck out his hand and nodded to the papers in his hand.
"Berlioz Bonfamille. If they stack those alphabetically, I should be near the top." | Berlioz Bonfamille
Nicknames: Kitten by close friends/family members, or Maestro
Age: 17
Grade: 11th
Personality: Berlioz is shy, and can come off as aloof most of the time if he isn’t with his siblings. Once you get close to him however, he gets much more lively, teasing and fun to be around. He does have a fear of being abandoned however, and defends himself from any more potential sadness with snide comments and by distancing himself from his peers. He has a somewhat jaded view on the world, but loves music. Whether he’s composing or listening to it, that will probably be the most relaxed he’ll be in front of others. He is rarely seen without his earphones.
Background: Berlioz and his siblings were raised by his mother and their grandmother for quite a long time in one of the richer parts of France. They were homeschooled, and were happy for quite a long time, until his grand-mere decided to make her will and leave her rather extensive fortune to them. The next night, they were kidnapped. Their mother and grandmother were distraught, and hired a private detective to search for them. Unfortunately, the trail was well hidden, and they may have never been found if it hadn’t been for Mr O’Malley. He and his friends had rescued the three kids and returned them to their family.
Soon after that, he and Duchess fell in love, and Berlioz suddenly had a new father. Toulouse took to him quickly, but Berlioz was skeptical until he was won over by the man’s love of jazz music. Marie was quite enamoured as well, accepting him as a father figure almost as quick as Toulouse had. But, their grandmother passed away soon after their marriage, and they decided to keep the beautiful house as a holiday home, and moved to the USA.
Hobbies and other information: Composing music, speaks with a slight accent, loves sweet things. |
9,345 | 263 | 6 | 1,928 | 70 | The long, dark limo pulled up in near silence to the entrance of the school. It seemed she was back for another year, and it would be her last. Thankfully. At least it could provide a modicum of amusement and practice through the next few months before she moved on to bigger, and frankly better, things. The driver got out and moved around the vehicle, opening the door for Narissa. Slowly she got out of the vehicle, her boots shining in the sun before the rest of her body could be seen. Her clothes were bespoke, ever stitch perfectly set against her body. Her face was bright with a smile, she knew how to put on her appearances properly for school, it was a carefully cultivated one.
With a simple glance and crook of her fingers the driver who had helped her and another man quickly went to work. Silently they unpacked the boot, laying out several trunks and wardrobes. Nissa did not pack lightly and why should she. One needed proper clothes for day, evening, night, weekends, clubs, parks. Although, if previous years held there was an excellent tailor and dress maker in town so she may have an opportunity to move with the fashion trends a bit better this year. Still, her look was almost always classic with a bit of edge. Something that could fit in today, in a decade or just as long in the past. Today's wasn't quite as timeless, but the way her curls framed her face had a 40s vibe to it.
The men went about their work, getting her belongings to her room and everything set up. She didn't worry, they'd been with the family for years and always met her exacting standards. For Nissa it was a time to survey the people, see who may make it and who she could bring under her wing. It did make school far more fun. She had already been class president last year, a position usually only achieved by seniors, thought she chided herself that it had taken her so long.
With the thoughts of failure in her head, but not on her face, Nissa headed in to do all the check in procedures that she needed to. Most of the paperwork had been completed long before, but she still had to do all the last minute minutia. | Name: Narissa Delano
Nickname: Nissa
Age: 17
Grade: 12
Appearance: Narissa is a popular, beautiful young woman. Her skin is always flawless, long black hair curls down her back. Her features are sharp and her eyes are piercing. Never is there a time when she doesn't seem completely put together, her clothing flawless and designer, makeup expertly done. It is almost like an obsession
Personality: Narissa would like people to think she's complicated. While she isn't evil, per se, but she certainly isn't one of the nice girls. Perhaps mean girl is the best term to use though not within earshot. Queen bee may be better. Calculating, watchful, brilliant. She has long ago figured out the politics of school and uses them all to her advantage. This isn't to say she doesn't have feelings, she does. Easily slighted, always feeling the need to be even. Though, maybe something can get through her exterior. Then again, the center may be ice cold instead of gooey and be crushed for even trying to find out.
Background: Narissa was born and raised in the lap of luxury. From that age she has been groomed to marry well and to use her mind and body as a weapon against those around her. This meant that she started instruments when she was 4, fencing at 5 and other, darker arts at 6. Languages, rhetoric, everything an aspiring politician or queen or CEO could need. But it wasn't just the training, the best was also expected of her in return. Punishments for failure were swift and severe. It didn't take long for her to learn that if she couldn't succeed she'd have to get someone to do it for her...and take credit herself. Teachers were usually easy, especially when she learned their buttons. Her parents were far more difficult and that has been a constant game of wits.
Now, for some reason, they also decided she needed some practice. So, freshman year, she was thrown into a new high school. Over the intervening years she either took the popular under her wing or crushed them under foot as she climbed to the top of the high school social and political sphere. The popular girl, the class president, the perfect student. Sure, half the class hates her, but they fear her more.
Hobbies and other information: Other people's significant others, trend setting, music and fine food. |
9,346 | 264 | 0 | 166 | 1,196 | Arya didn't anger easily. But right now she was pissed. The meeting she had had an hour ago with her commanders, to brief her on her team's mission, had left her with more questions than before the meeting. And... "Only seven of us? On this suicidal mission?!" She growled, plunging her adamantite blade, Maellartarch, several inches into the concrete of one of the walls of the hangar her team was meant to meet in in a few minutes. In the middle of the hangar sat an airship the size of a aircraft carrier, the words "The SDF Invincible" emblazoned on its sides in gold. "No backup in any way? Just my team and an airship?" She heaved the claymore out of the concrete, leaving a deep sword shaped hole. The blade itself was undamaged. In addition, they had been very evasive in terms of the intel they were giving her, seemingly only giving her the bare minimum. "I've been here for 20 years and am a lieutenant-major! And they treat me like a private?!" The sword flicked out again, slicing a chunk of concrete out of the wall, the chunk hitting the floor with a thunk. She sheathed her sword and braced herself against the wall, struggling to regain her composure. She couldn't meet the members of her team in this state. After a minute of deep breathing, she had calmed down.
But still, what were her commanders not telling her? This mission was supposedly extremely important to the welfare of both the SDF and the rest of the universe. Yet, they were only giving her a single squad and next to no information. Then a worrying thought came to her. "What if they did give me everything they knew?" She mumbled to herself, the thought making her feel cold. She shook herself and forced on a poker face. "I'll cross that bridge when I get to it." Arya thought to herself as she walked to side of The Invincible to wait for her team members to arrive. | Name: Arya Lightwood
Age: 600
Race: Elf
Appearance(Either text or picture is fine.): Is roughly 5ft 10in. Has a lean build, brown eyes, and neck length brown hair. Usually prefers practical clothing such as t-shirts and loose shorts/skirts.
Ability type: Divine/Ancient Magic and Combat.
Equipment: Normally keeps a long bow made of rowan wood and a quiver strapped to her back. When in battle she wields an adamantite claymore with runes along both sides of the blade, and can equip a short tunic with chainmail or a full set of plate made of mithril. When channeling her angelic power, she is capable of equipping the runite blade Ragnarok for a short time.
Personality: Calm and collected, she is very articulate in the way she speaks. She is slow to anger, however she's willing to risk her life to protect her team.
Bio: Coming from a long line of angelic blood, her great great great grandfather was the arch angel Uriel. Due to this, she is capable of wielding Divine and Ancient magics, though rarely does due to the demands of both. 20 years ago, she joined the SDF, eventually making her way up to lieutenant major in the SDF. Recently, she was put in charge of the Special Operations team for Operation Thunder Crack.
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9,347 | 264 | 1 | 1,489 | 1,400 | Deucalion had been briefed and that wasn't an exaggeration. The whole meeting was so short some could say that it hadn't really happened at all. Which was just as well. Sometimes too much information could be a bad thing. What with bad intell, and the best laid plans of mice and men going to waste. The simpler the better he always said, if he spoke more often. It gave him, and whatever team mates he was going to have, ample room to move about.
The man was large, and wide. He stepped into the hangar like a tiger walking into a new cave. There was a weariness about him, a sense of paranoia that came from experience, not fear. There wasn't anything remarkable about his appearance, besides his size of course, and the fact that some of his body parts weren't the same shades as the others. His eyes weren't the same either, but a pair of cheap sunglasses hid the fact. He paused to look around, taking note of the shuttle, the woman, and the damage she'd probably be responsible for.
With a nod he stepped up to her. "You the commander?" | Name: Deucalion
Age: 450
Race(No angels or demons.): Flesh Golem- A creature created from the parts of various human beings, stitched together, and then pumped full of the elixir of life.
Tougher-Fully assimilated parts of a flesh golem's body are several times stronger and more resistant to damage than normal humans beings. Their organs are much more efficient.
Assimilation- When a flesh golem's body is damaged he's capable of replacing said parts with that from other life forms. To do this he simply takes a part that's compatible with what he's lost (limbs are pretty much open to be exchanged with pretty much any other limb, or limb like protrusion, but organs can only be replaced with the same thing) and pushes it into place for long enough to allow his body to graph it into place(a few seconds to several minutes depending on the amount of matter being added). It takes the assimilation process a day or two depending on the total biological mass that's being grafted on to the Flesh Golem's body, the more matter being assimilated the longer it takes.
Note-Flesh golems are also capable of using any specific ability replaced flesh carried until said flesh is fully assimilated.
Elixir of Life- Flesh Golems are the only creatures capable of using, or creating, the elixir of life. If any other creatures, living or dead, were to attempt to use it they wouldn't gain any of the benefits and would be racked with so much pain they'd likely commit suicide.
Appearance: 7.5 ft. 385 Lbs. Close cut salt and pepper hair. His left eye is black and his right one is a yellowish-green color. Left and right hands are onyx black. Legs and the rest of his body are a pale, almost albino white. Barrel chested with legs like tree trunks and arms like his legs.
For the most part Deucalion's appearance doesn't change much since fully assimilated body mass fits in with the rest of his body. The only exception to this is color, which nobody knows why.
Ability type: Alchemetic
Magical magnification-If biological matter is added that was either A) used for the manipulation of magic, or B) Came into contact with magic before the body matter died then flesh golem can use its own magical energy through the limit to manipulate the magical residue in newly assimilated matter.
Note- Once fully assimilated into the rest of the golem's body, whatever magic residue was left will disappear entirely.
The elixir of life- After gathering and preparing the proper ingredients(which I'm still working on) a flesh golem channels their special form of magical energy into the concoction for it to fully turn into the elixir.
Elixir's effects on a Flesh Golem's body
Purify- Burns away any impurities in the body.
Recover- Can recover minor damage to flesh, mostly used for organ damage.
Strength- Increased the user's strength and durability
Energy-It's like a combination of meth, sugar, cocaine, caffeine, and ginseng all wrapped together and struck with lightning.
Rate-Increases the rate of assimilation
Pain-It hurts like a bitch. Imagine every inch of your body, inside and out, tightening with enough pressure while being cooked by molten lava.
Note-Multiple doses increase all effects
Warning-Higher number of dosages means strength and energy boosts will burn out quicker.
Warning-After five doses organs start leaning towards organ failure even with the elixir's healing effect.
Equipment:
2 X Metal canteens(for the elixir of life) |
9,348 | 264 | 2 | 166 | 1,196 | The Invincible… It was an impressive vessel, much more impressive than anything that Jainus had ever been on. Always travelling by dropship or some sort of standard military craft. No, this ship was much more impressive in size and design. He could see himself getting into quite a bit of trouble aboard this ship. As Jainus made his way from his assigned quarters, he made his way through the ship to meet with the commander, a Miss Arya Lightwood. He saw a perfect opportunity to make his entrance, to pop in and make sure that everyone knew he was there, it just wouldn’t be like him to not. With a smirk and a devilish look in his eyes, Jainus projected a portal onto the wall a bit to the left of Arya. What looked like blue flames licked out from the portal as Jainus popped up a second portal beside himself and stepped through it, brandishing his blade over his left shoulder while he stepped through.“So, did anyone say they needed a specialist or something? I mean I’m not that guy, but I am pretty special.” He spoke as he closed the portals behind him, putting his sword in its sheath on his back. Jainius pulled out a candybar shortly thereafter and offered a piece to Deucalion before taking a sizable bite out of the bar and moving to lean on the commander’s shoulder. “Well, if this is how cheery everyone is going to be through this venture, I suppose I’ll have to lighten the mood...hmm?” | Name: Arya Lightwood
Age: 600
Race: Elf
Appearance(Either text or picture is fine.): Is roughly 5ft 10in. Has a lean build, brown eyes, and neck length brown hair. Usually prefers practical clothing such as t-shirts and loose shorts/skirts.
Ability type: Divine/Ancient Magic and Combat.
Equipment: Normally keeps a long bow made of rowan wood and a quiver strapped to her back. When in battle she wields an adamantite claymore with runes along both sides of the blade, and can equip a short tunic with chainmail or a full set of plate made of mithril. When channeling her angelic power, she is capable of equipping the runite blade Ragnarok for a short time.
Personality: Calm and collected, she is very articulate in the way she speaks. She is slow to anger, however she's willing to risk her life to protect her team.
Bio: Coming from a long line of angelic blood, her great great great grandfather was the arch angel Uriel. Due to this, she is capable of wielding Divine and Ancient magics, though rarely does due to the demands of both. 20 years ago, she joined the SDF, eventually making her way up to lieutenant major in the SDF. Recently, she was put in charge of the Special Operations team for Operation Thunder Crack.
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9,349 | 264 | 3 | 1,061 | 393 | Tristan was a bit big for any normal airship however found a little extra comfort due to the size of the beast he would be getting a lift in. He walked over to it and took a lap around it he found that it was armed for serious combat. Nuke tips? For what? A little out of date wouldn't you say? Maybe even ineffective? He thought. Tristan ended his run by the gathering next to what he assumed was the door they were going to use to board the monster of a ship. "Sargent Major reporting for duty ma'am," he said to a familiar face. "Nice to see you again ma'am." he added with a smile. After that he saluted her and turned to face the others gathered there he gave them both a nod and introduced himself with a friendly handshake. | Name: Tristan
Age: 217 (life expectancy=700ish) (making him a regular humans equivalent to 31ish)
Race: Augmented Super Human
Appearance: Near 8'7" and weighs close to 400lbs Very Muscular and Toned, Usually wears a Black body suit and any equipment that wont hinder his specific ability for any given mission. He has a face mask he never lifts for an unknown reason. (mask resembles the one "pale rider" wears in SAO II)
Ability type: Dead eye. Never misses a shot. However it takes him a long time to prepare for the shot. He is incredibly talented in Hand-to-hand and other physical combats (swords or any of the such) and has the mental capacity far surpassing the top super computer made by humans due to augmentation.
Equipment: Always carrys sword (resembles Kiritos' Elucidator from SAO I). Has a holographic shield generator equipped on his left arm. Carrys a burst Pistol on right thigh (resembles B23R from Black Ops 2) and any extras they company provides.
Personality: Quiet, Mysterious
Bio: Mysterious, Grew up in the SDF and knows everyone well. Volunteered to work with Arya on her Special Operations team for Operation Thunder Crack.
Other: He has a secret. A secret love.
First character, I hope this meets all reqirements |
9,350 | 264 | 4 | 1,370 | 1,861 | Not long after the first few members arrived at the airship, to report to the woman in charge of this operation. A skinny and pretty young looking boy, who looked greatly out of place among the group of tough, battled trained warriors, shuffled in with a nervous little smile on his thin lips. He hardly looked ready for a fight, in fact, he seemed to struggle with just drawing in a full breath into his lungs. He was very sickly, not just his breathing and his dark eye sockets, but his body appeared so thin, so frail that just hugging him wrong could cause him injury, yet there he was, part of the team.
As he entered the area where everyone waited, he couldn't help but to stop and took a moment to look up at the ship, his expression in awe at the sheer size of the airship, it was like nothing he had ever seen before.
Quickly noticing the others who had gathered, he closed his mouth, and carefully walked around them, almost hoping not to be seen by them. Maybe he could just make himself known only when he needed too, because surly after seeing him they wouldn't want him around. The only reason he was here int he first place, was because of his medical expertise.
He should just, stand out of the way, and let the trained solders handle everything else. That is what he first thought anyway, he soon stopped himself, fidgeting with his fingers. That was a selfish thought, he should introduce himself so that they knew he was at least there, otherwise it might cause trouble for all of them. They looked so tough though, it made him nervous the idea of approaching them. Waiting for her to finish talking to the others, and subtly avoiding the man giving hand shakes he approached the one in charge. He wondered to himself though, how did he always end up getting into these situations?
"Excuse me, Ms lieutenant-major?" His voice was hardly louder than a whisper, and while smiling brightly, he walked to her with nervous little steps "My name is Mentis, I am here to report in, as, your medic"
He suddenly dropped his smile for a moment, placing this thin fingers to his lips, and glancing skywards as he thought of something "That is what I am suppose to say, right?" He looked to her again. He then smiled as he changed his mind about the question, and took a few steps back from her, and cast his eyes down "No, you are busy, I should not be asking questions, I apologize" | Name: Mentis
Age: 14 years, though often mistaken to be older.
Race: Human
Appearance: Mentis is tall for his age, standing at 5'8 tall, with wavy white hair that's just above shoulder length, amber colored eyes, and pale white skin. Though due to an eating disorder, he is greatly underweight.
Mentis wears a brown coat that is to large for him, along with torn, tan baggy pants, and black boots. And a necklace hidden under his coat.
He is often mistaken to be much older than he is, and never really bothers to correct people on this.
Ability type: Mentis has no abilities, though he is an exceptionally good doctor in training, he has been learning since he was very young.
Equipment: Mentis carries a back pack with him at all times, fulled with bandages, ointments, needles and thread for any cuts that need stitches. Along with other basic medicines, and tools of his trade.
Mentis carries no weapons with him.
Personality: TBA
Bio: Mentis had always been a frail human, from the day he was born, with weak lungs and a fragile body. Because of this he was sent to be raised by a doctor's family, who could probably look after him.
By has always been mature for his age, and by nature he is an incredibly friendly and selfless boy, and he could never bring himself to hurt anyone, (not that he could really even lift a weapon in the first place). So despite his frailty, he wanted to help people in what ever way he could, he decided to become a doctor, like the man who had raised him. It was something he found that he was rather good at and, he had a passion for being a doctor, and so learnt quickly the basics of medicine. |
9,351 | 264 | 5 | 166 | 1,196 | Arya smiled and nodded at Tristan, having known him for almost her whole time in the force. Although, it seemed as if he was unusually cheery today. Turning her attention to the sickly boy in front of her, she said "Why are you so nervous? I'm not going to bite you. Welcome to the team, Mentis." She was still not too sure about the idea of bringing along a 14 year old as their medic, especially one who looked like they'd topple over if she blew on him. But her CO had been insistent on the inclusion of the boy, claiming they were one of the best medics in Idris. Well, as long as she kept him out of combat, he could prove to be quite useful if what her CO told her was true. "And don't worry about that Lieutenant Major stuff. Just call me Arya. We're all friends here, right?" She looked up at the hangar door and glanced at her watch. "There should be two others. Where are they?" She thought to herself. | Name: Arya Lightwood
Age: 600
Race: Elf
Appearance(Either text or picture is fine.): Is roughly 5ft 10in. Has a lean build, brown eyes, and neck length brown hair. Usually prefers practical clothing such as t-shirts and loose shorts/skirts.
Ability type: Divine/Ancient Magic and Combat.
Equipment: Normally keeps a long bow made of rowan wood and a quiver strapped to her back. When in battle she wields an adamantite claymore with runes along both sides of the blade, and can equip a short tunic with chainmail or a full set of plate made of mithril. When channeling her angelic power, she is capable of equipping the runite blade Ragnarok for a short time.
Personality: Calm and collected, she is very articulate in the way she speaks. She is slow to anger, however she's willing to risk her life to protect her team.
Bio: Coming from a long line of angelic blood, her great great great grandfather was the arch angel Uriel. Due to this, she is capable of wielding Divine and Ancient magics, though rarely does due to the demands of both. 20 years ago, she joined the SDF, eventually making her way up to lieutenant major in the SDF. Recently, she was put in charge of the Special Operations team for Operation Thunder Crack.
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9,352 | 264 | 6 | 1,061 | 393 | I am very excited to be back out on another major mission. A man of my size was just used as another piece of machinery on a normal day, carting around ammo and supply crates. But today marked the start of yet another mission, what looked to be a ridiculously easy mission judging by the skin and bones that just walked in calling himself "Mentis". Then again why would I and Deucalion be on this mission? People don't just recruit tanks like us for any normal mission, and what about big shot over there? Mr. Portals wouldn't be here either, wait, he shouldn't be here anyway! He was discharged from the force because of a mission that he sabotaged, almost killing his whole squad, including me. However that's beside the point. If they need a tactical advantage like him so bad that he was reinstated this would be an insanely difficult go around. Then whats the point of the little one? Pilot? Regardless, I'm sure he will be of some use or else he wouldn't be here. I did hear that most of the wizards in the dragon academy were small and thin, this is different though, he looks abused, or malnourished. After I thought about all my options including every Pro and Con that would result, which took me a solid 4.7 seconds, I chose to wait and see if Arya would make everyone introduce themselves. I eventually got bored and started digging through all the gear we had laying around and started taking inventory. I searched all of the supplies entering the ship just to be careful. I reported back to Arya with the news and waited for the remaining members of the squad to assemble. | Name: Tristan
Age: 217 (life expectancy=700ish) (making him a regular humans equivalent to 31ish)
Race: Augmented Super Human
Appearance: Near 8'7" and weighs close to 400lbs Very Muscular and Toned, Usually wears a Black body suit and any equipment that wont hinder his specific ability for any given mission. He has a face mask he never lifts for an unknown reason. (mask resembles the one "pale rider" wears in SAO II)
Ability type: Dead eye. Never misses a shot. However it takes him a long time to prepare for the shot. He is incredibly talented in Hand-to-hand and other physical combats (swords or any of the such) and has the mental capacity far surpassing the top super computer made by humans due to augmentation.
Equipment: Always carrys sword (resembles Kiritos' Elucidator from SAO I). Has a holographic shield generator equipped on his left arm. Carrys a burst Pistol on right thigh (resembles B23R from Black Ops 2) and any extras they company provides.
Personality: Quiet, Mysterious
Bio: Mysterious, Grew up in the SDF and knows everyone well. Volunteered to work with Arya on her Special Operations team for Operation Thunder Crack.
Other: He has a secret. A secret love.
First character, I hope this meets all reqirements |
9,353 | 264 | 7 | 2,285 | 5,789 | As the others began appearing and talking to one another, one of the people that to show up, Eiko she was standing in the shadows watching the others that she was grouped with; she didn't really react to the yelling at first but watched as the others began arriving to the hangar, and started to wonder if she was put into this group on a whim, or if she was sent to go die by how the leader of their squad acted before anyone else arrived.
Eiko wondered if she should turn around and just walk away from this group, but she didn't have a history of giving up on things, or ditching a mission given to her." The mission objective takes priority over everything else, anything else is second priority and shouldn't be worried about." She muttered to herself before she walked out of the shadows and showing herself to the others, she quietly walked over to the others noticing they all looked odd to her.
Part of her didn't expect to see any of them after the second mission, she just hoped that none of them would do anything that seemed stupid, or anything that would almost get her killed. Eiko was confident that she'd be on a helicopter ride back by herself, and be given orders to handle the rest of this little crisis on her own, she'd be surprised if the pretty boy even stuck around after the first mission." Sergeant Major reporting in Arya." Eiko told the Elf standing behind her silently waiting for her to react, she didn't give her name only her rank. she wasn't wearing her usual gear, and for once she was just wearing a white collared shirt, with black dress pants, and matching colored dress shoes. Eiko had her hands in her pockets as she waited for the old elf to speak to her. | Name: Eiko Hunter
Age:?
Race: Human
Appearance: Eiko stands at the height of 5'7, and weighs around 111 lbs, she has a fair skin tone with dark raven colored hair that nearly reaches her shoulders and with some of her hair hanging in between her eyes, she has thin dark eyebrows, she has sapphire colored eyes that turn red when she gets angered, she has thin pink lips, with a small nose and thin eyebrows over top of her eyes. Eiko has a thin Ectomorph build with no real muscles, Eiko has thin and somewhat long limbs, she has an average size bust for someone her age.
Eiko wears a simple grey oppai t-shirt with dark colored cargo pants over her shirt she wears a black bulletproof protective vest, on her elbows and knees she wears knee and elbow pads, on her hands she wears gloves with the fingers cut off.
Skills:
Expert marksmen
Agile
skilled swordsmen
Weapons:
Personality:No matter the situation she is in, Eiko always seems to maintain a tired stoic emotionless expression on her face besides an occasional glare at someone when they annoy her. Eiko even speaks in an emotionless tone to add to her emotionless like persona, Eiko can be very blunt never holding back on her opinions or ideas when asked.The stoic girl has a tendency to make what she does sound a little poetic in a way and reminisce about her upbringing.
Other:Nothing else for now |
9,354 | 264 | 8 | 1,633 | 2,323 | A long figure walked towards the hanger of the SDF Invincible wearing a black hooded cloak. As the cloaked being neared, if one was sensitive to magic and happened to be paying attention, they would've noticed a dark presence closing in on the hanger. This presence, this aura of darkness although faint emanated danger, power, something that could instil fear into the hearts of men.
'... you're lost aren't you?'
'um...'
'you know you're lost, Admit It!'
'N-No! it's right over here, I just know it!'
'sure it is... just like this base was that took us hours to find...'
'that's not fair, the base was well hidden...'
'you're joking right?'
'I can't help that I'm forgetful!'
'they told us where it was and how to get here! if you didn't get preoccupied with food maybe you wouldn't have forgotten about it!'
The cloaked being sighed to itself as it stopped near the entrance of the hanger.
"okay... I admit that was my fault there..."
The figure said to itself.
"but it smelled so good! how was I suppose to ignore that!"
The being complained to seemingly no one before noticing the SDF Invincible inside the hanger, hidden eye's widening at the sight of the vessel.
"whoa..."
'now that is a big boat...'
"told you we'd find it"
The cloaked being said to the air before entering the hanger.
'we got lucky, I wouldn't count on our luck holding out forever'
'we make our own luck, hey look, are those the people we're suppose to team up with?'
'they could be, or they could be a maintenance crew on break...'
'well, were just going to have to find out then'
As the cloaked figure closed in on the group, the faint dark presence from before would become more noticeable, perhaps even to those who weren't sensitive to magic. The black cloaked being stopped near the group, a pair of red eye's glowing faintly under it's hood. It watched as someone addressed another as Arya.
'so that one's lieutenant major Arya?
'it would seem so'
'....'
'well, what are you waiting for?'
'someone else it talking to her'
'so?'
'I don't want to interrupt the conversation...'
'tch...'
The being would wait until Arya wasn't talking to anyone else to speak to her, it would then take a few steps toward Arya until it was an arms length away, then with a clearly female voice that seemed somewhat cheerful, but also nervous it would speak.
"Hi Arya, I'm here for the mission... thingy... eh-heh-heh..."
'wow. real smooth.'
'oh- like you could have done better!'
'I could have! no one would've messed up that badly!'
'I!- You!- we'll talk later, we need to listen'
Though hardly noticeable, the being seemed slightly distracted for a moment before focusing on the group once again. | Name: Majin Eve (or just Eve for short).
Age: ???.
Gender: Female.
Race: Majin (beings created from ancient demonic magic that has been long forgotten).
Eve stands at five and a half feet tall, aside from what clothing that she's already shown wearing, she has black and gold trimmed wristbands, and black slightly pointed boots which her baggy gi pants are tucked into, her boots are also gold trimmed.
Ability Type: Demonic - Though she doesn't know it herself, Majin Eve's abilities and powers are partially fueled by demonic magic/energy since she herself is a being created from ancient demonic magic.
Ki Energy - Though Majin Eve is naturally strong, fast and durable, by using her Ki energy she can increase her strength, speed and durability greatly, as well as use it to fly at incredible speeds.
Ki-Blasts/Beams - Using the well of Ki energy that dwells within her, Majin Eve can fire blasts or beams of Ki energy.
Ki-Sense - Eve is able to sense the location, life force (Ki energy, which is in every living being), and power of anyone if she focuses on it, the stronger and closer the being, the more powerful the sensation.
Candy Beam - Majin Eve fires a beam of magical energy from her center hair head tentacle that can change seemingly anything as small as a pebble to near the size of a large truck into various possible food items, most of which will possibly be desserts or candy, this can be used in battle but it's not nearly as effective at hitting it's target as a Ki Blast/Beam.
Regeneration - Majin Eve has the ability to heal herself and regrow entire limbs or even her whole body in a matter of minutes if it somehow got completely vaporised, but depending on how serous the injury the more energy it takes her to heal herself, and the lower her energy the slower she heals. (this ability does not mean she doesn't feel pain)
Self Biological Manipulation - Majin Eve can stretch her limbs and body to seemingly almost any length and even control parts of her body if they were ever separated from her (from losing an arm to having her body cut in half horizontally from her waist), doing so takes a small amount of her energy.
Healing Power - Majin Eve can heal others but at the cost of her Ki energy, the more serious the injury she's trying to heal, the more energy she uses trying to heal it (the person she's healing has to actually be alive for her to heal them).
Adept Mixed Martial Arts - pretty self explanatory, she knows how to kick butt.
Instant Transmission - Allows her to teleport instantly to any Ki energy signature that she can sense if she focusses on it.
Kaioken - A power boost that draws on her stamina to increase her strength, speed and Ki energy, but puts her at risk of exhausting herself for prolonged use of it.
Energy Charge - By concentrating deeply and drawing from inside herself Majin Eve can recharge her Ki energy, doing so takes time and leaves her vulnerable for attack.
Aside from her durable clothing that would appear to be enchanted as it stretches and heals along with Majin Eve, she has what can be guessed as a glorified technological monocle, the device covers her left ear allowing it to function as a communication device, while the red (presumably) glass piece that covers her left eye acts as V.I.S.R (Visual Intelligence System, Reconnaissance) or H.U.D (Heads-Up Display) with scanning technology allowing it to pick up thermal or energy signatures.
Majin Eve is cheerful and or happy almost 65-70% of the time when she's not fighting, but when she is fighting, depending on the situation, she can get serious, she's also caring about her friends and doesn't like it when she see's innocent people get hurt, she has a liking towards fighting and sparring, and she happens to have a serous sweet tooth. She doesn't like giving up, especially if she's fighting to help save innocent people.
But despite the fact that she tries to be good, she has a darker side to herself that she has some fear towards, being a creation of ancient demonic magic she developed a split personality that is more of less the opposite of herself that is brought out in rare moments of extreme anger or stress, she respectfully called this split personality her demon within, of which she found out that they both had the ability to converse with each other through their thoughts.
Majin Eve doesn't remember much about where she came from, or what she is, all she knew is that one day, she woke up in a crater at night under the faint light of the stars in the middle of a forest miles away from civilisation. Over the course of two and a half weeks of walking through the forest alone in search of something besides more wild animals she learned that she was incredibly strong and fast, not only that but she could manipulate her ki energy to make ki blasts and beams. Shortly after that she learned how to fly through rather painful trail and error, using that new found ability she made way for what seemed like the nearest signs of civilisation.
She learned of her regenerative abilities after her first encounter with some guys who were in a particularly bad mood and didn't want to deal with "a pink freak" like her and thought that they'd just shoot her and be on their way, big mistake on their part since it got the daylights beaten out of them, and then shortly after got them eaten, after having healed from her injuries and defeating the offenders she found out that she was quite hungry, that was when she discovered her Candy Beam. Through later events she also discovered that she could heal others and stretch herself to incredibly long lengths, as well as control her severed limbs, and that she didn't need to breath air, let alone breath at all to live like humans did, but out of habit she does anyway.
Due to Eve's magical biological makeup she's strongly resistant to hazards that would normally kill a human in seconds, like toxins or radiation. |
9,355 | 264 | 9 | 166 | 1,196 | Arya turned to looked at Eiko, silently relieved to see her here. She was somebody she knew she could depend on, having several successful missions under their belt. "Good to see you here, Seargeant-Major Eiko." She said to her. "Your expertise will prove useful in this mission, I hope." And then, there was the last member of the crew she had been waiting for. "And I believe you are Majin correct?" She responded to the being. "I believe that's everybody here now."
Turning to face the whole crew, she began to speak. "As all of you know, we are part of a newly formed division of the SDF. Our missions will be covert in nature, and will be extremely dangerous. Each of you were selected because you have something unique to bring to the table. A medic, a flesh golem, three experts in combat, and an expert in demonic magicks. In addition, we have been supplied with the pride of the SDF air force." She waved at the enormous air ship behind her. "I think it's clear that we aren't here for shits and giggles. The SDF has reasonable suspicion that there is a force who are gathering strength, potentially to begin Ragnarok. The SDF can not allow this to happen, but they neither know the strength of the organization, nor know its location. So we are being sent as recon. In addition, we are tasked with doing whatever is in our power to destroy this group. But, the primary objective is to collect intel on them, and return alive. For those of you who care about such things, you will be awarded handsomely for your participation in this task force. Is there any questions?" | Name: Arya Lightwood
Age: 600
Race: Elf
Appearance(Either text or picture is fine.): Is roughly 5ft 10in. Has a lean build, brown eyes, and neck length brown hair. Usually prefers practical clothing such as t-shirts and loose shorts/skirts.
Ability type: Divine/Ancient Magic and Combat.
Equipment: Normally keeps a long bow made of rowan wood and a quiver strapped to her back. When in battle she wields an adamantite claymore with runes along both sides of the blade, and can equip a short tunic with chainmail or a full set of plate made of mithril. When channeling her angelic power, she is capable of equipping the runite blade Ragnarok for a short time.
Personality: Calm and collected, she is very articulate in the way she speaks. She is slow to anger, however she's willing to risk her life to protect her team.
Bio: Coming from a long line of angelic blood, her great great great grandfather was the arch angel Uriel. Due to this, she is capable of wielding Divine and Ancient magics, though rarely does due to the demands of both. 20 years ago, she joined the SDF, eventually making her way up to lieutenant major in the SDF. Recently, she was put in charge of the Special Operations team for Operation Thunder Crack.
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9,356 | 264 | 10 | 1,061 | 393 | Narrative-
As she talked it started to feel more like every other mission that I had cleared with Arya. It always felt like the mission, no matter what, would go smooth and perfect with Arya at the head. None the less Ragnarok sounded like no joke so I planned on giving everything i ran into a whole lotta hell. Not in the same way majin would, but every way a Augmented super human tank could. So after her routine speech we all got up ready for Arya's next move. I turned to Eiko who happened to fall into place beside me. "Eiko right? Tristan. You were in the same promotion class as me? Its been just about a year now? I remember you and I were top of our class. Nice to have you along for the ride." I knew Eiko didn't talk much so I left it at that. | Name: Tristan
Age: 217 (life expectancy=700ish) (making him a regular humans equivalent to 31ish)
Race: Augmented Super Human
Appearance: Near 8'7" and weighs close to 400lbs Very Muscular and Toned, Usually wears a Black body suit and any equipment that wont hinder his specific ability for any given mission. He has a face mask he never lifts for an unknown reason. (mask resembles the one "pale rider" wears in SAO II)
Ability type: Dead eye. Never misses a shot. However it takes him a long time to prepare for the shot. He is incredibly talented in Hand-to-hand and other physical combats (swords or any of the such) and has the mental capacity far surpassing the top super computer made by humans due to augmentation.
Equipment: Always carrys sword (resembles Kiritos' Elucidator from SAO I). Has a holographic shield generator equipped on his left arm. Carrys a burst Pistol on right thigh (resembles B23R from Black Ops 2) and any extras they company provides.
Personality: Quiet, Mysterious
Bio: Mysterious, Grew up in the SDF and knows everyone well. Volunteered to work with Arya on her Special Operations team for Operation Thunder Crack.
Other: He has a secret. A secret love.
First character, I hope this meets all reqirements |
9,357 | 264 | 11 | 1,370 | 1,861 | Mentis started to grip the front of his oversize coat, a nervous habit of his. The idea of calling her by her first name, not by rank or even by her last name, it wasn't something he was use too, and so he seemed to become even more anxious than before. He lifted his gaze back up to her, so not to be rude about, and so that she could hear his quiet voice.
"Oh, sorry, Yes Ms lieute-...I mean, Yes Ms Arya" He smiled to her again, He always seemed to smile at everyone, even if it was out of nervousness
"I will just be over here, if you need me"
he mumbled as he stepped to the side while gesturing to the spot he would stand, out of the way of all the others, no doubt they were already judging him. And why wouldn't they? they were here to fight, and he couldn't even stand to touch a gun, let alone lift one. When he got the opportunity to the find infirmary on the ship, he could stop being so nervous about everything.
While waiting for the orders, he took this moment to examine the other six members. Days before coming here, he pulled up everyone's medical records, well as many as he could get his skinny fingers on. So despite not really knowing anyone on the team, he at least knew who they were and what they were.
He had noticed the two who arrived a little after he, the one who emerged from the shadows, and the other under the cloak, who seemed to be rather flustered as she reported into the lieutenant-major. She seemed worse than he was at talking to people, but that is a rude thought, and he shouldn't think like that again.
When Arya started to speak to them all, Mentis turned his gaze onto her, listening closely so not to miss anything, it wouldn't do if he missed important information because he wasn't paying attention. Though it seemed only to be a summary of why there were here, important mission debriefing would probably happen once they were all settled onto the ship.
Mentis frowned slightly though at the 'awarded handsomely' part, no one just did this out of the goodness of their heart, there would always be an award, though maybe he could just give it to someone else, whatever the reward would be, or just not request one. He didn't like making a big deal out of things, he was only there to help the people and his new team the best he could. | Name: Mentis
Age: 14 years, though often mistaken to be older.
Race: Human
Appearance: Mentis is tall for his age, standing at 5'8 tall, with wavy white hair that's just above shoulder length, amber colored eyes, and pale white skin. Though due to an eating disorder, he is greatly underweight.
Mentis wears a brown coat that is to large for him, along with torn, tan baggy pants, and black boots. And a necklace hidden under his coat.
He is often mistaken to be much older than he is, and never really bothers to correct people on this.
Ability type: Mentis has no abilities, though he is an exceptionally good doctor in training, he has been learning since he was very young.
Equipment: Mentis carries a back pack with him at all times, fulled with bandages, ointments, needles and thread for any cuts that need stitches. Along with other basic medicines, and tools of his trade.
Mentis carries no weapons with him.
Personality: TBA
Bio: Mentis had always been a frail human, from the day he was born, with weak lungs and a fragile body. Because of this he was sent to be raised by a doctor's family, who could probably look after him.
By has always been mature for his age, and by nature he is an incredibly friendly and selfless boy, and he could never bring himself to hurt anyone, (not that he could really even lift a weapon in the first place). So despite his frailty, he wanted to help people in what ever way he could, he decided to become a doctor, like the man who had raised him. It was something he found that he was rather good at and, he had a passion for being a doctor, and so learnt quickly the basics of medicine. |
9,358 | 264 | 12 | 1,489 | 1,400 | Jainus watched as the last four of the grouped showed up. He recognized at least two of them, Eiko and Tristan. He’d worked with Tristan before… but he was much different then, the man who stood before him now was almost robotic. Jainus paid it no more attention as an odd pink...not like a natural pink, but a hot pink… skinned humanoid joined the group. Her face was hidden by a hood, but he could tell that, by the tone of her voice and her figure, she was quite an attractive woman. Jainus moved on with his thoughts to the young medic, who looked more like some sort of lanky giant. The kid was tall, thin as a rail and meek, nothing at all like Jainus, who was boisterous and loud. A few moments passed as Arya gave the briefing, leaving Jainus somewhat stunned for a moment before he spoke up. ”You mean to say that we are going to be stopping some ridiculous norse apocalypse? What is Thor going to hit us with his mighty hammer? Will we have to wrestled with a giant planet eating snake? Oh and are we going to have to fight off hordes of viking ghosts? Come on, this is bogus. You expect us to believe that ‘Ragnarok’ is coming? If some sort of universe ending event were to take place, it would have happened already.” Jainus spoke before scratching the tip of his nose, seeming disinterested in the mission, and more interested in the pink girl.
Jainus watched Eve, waited for a reaction, wondering what she thought of the whole situation.He didn’t like unknown variables, and definitely did not like secrecy among his colleagues. Too many people here in the group liked to keep their feelings and intentions hidden,it wasn’t right. Hiding behind masks and hoods… It made him slightly uncomfortable, but that was the mission. Secrecy, covert ops… Jainus didn’t care for sneaking around, quick and dirty, the way any good job got done. In and out, quickly. Cause some havoc, blow some stuff up, create a distraction. Doesn’t need to be cloak and dagger all the time. | Name: Deucalion
Age: 450
Race(No angels or demons.): Flesh Golem- A creature created from the parts of various human beings, stitched together, and then pumped full of the elixir of life.
Tougher-Fully assimilated parts of a flesh golem's body are several times stronger and more resistant to damage than normal humans beings. Their organs are much more efficient.
Assimilation- When a flesh golem's body is damaged he's capable of replacing said parts with that from other life forms. To do this he simply takes a part that's compatible with what he's lost (limbs are pretty much open to be exchanged with pretty much any other limb, or limb like protrusion, but organs can only be replaced with the same thing) and pushes it into place for long enough to allow his body to graph it into place(a few seconds to several minutes depending on the amount of matter being added). It takes the assimilation process a day or two depending on the total biological mass that's being grafted on to the Flesh Golem's body, the more matter being assimilated the longer it takes.
Note-Flesh golems are also capable of using any specific ability replaced flesh carried until said flesh is fully assimilated.
Elixir of Life- Flesh Golems are the only creatures capable of using, or creating, the elixir of life. If any other creatures, living or dead, were to attempt to use it they wouldn't gain any of the benefits and would be racked with so much pain they'd likely commit suicide.
Appearance: 7.5 ft. 385 Lbs. Close cut salt and pepper hair. His left eye is black and his right one is a yellowish-green color. Left and right hands are onyx black. Legs and the rest of his body are a pale, almost albino white. Barrel chested with legs like tree trunks and arms like his legs.
For the most part Deucalion's appearance doesn't change much since fully assimilated body mass fits in with the rest of his body. The only exception to this is color, which nobody knows why.
Ability type: Alchemetic
Magical magnification-If biological matter is added that was either A) used for the manipulation of magic, or B) Came into contact with magic before the body matter died then flesh golem can use its own magical energy through the limit to manipulate the magical residue in newly assimilated matter.
Note- Once fully assimilated into the rest of the golem's body, whatever magic residue was left will disappear entirely.
The elixir of life- After gathering and preparing the proper ingredients(which I'm still working on) a flesh golem channels their special form of magical energy into the concoction for it to fully turn into the elixir.
Elixir's effects on a Flesh Golem's body
Purify- Burns away any impurities in the body.
Recover- Can recover minor damage to flesh, mostly used for organ damage.
Strength- Increased the user's strength and durability
Energy-It's like a combination of meth, sugar, cocaine, caffeine, and ginseng all wrapped together and struck with lightning.
Rate-Increases the rate of assimilation
Pain-It hurts like a bitch. Imagine every inch of your body, inside and out, tightening with enough pressure while being cooked by molten lava.
Note-Multiple doses increase all effects
Warning-Higher number of dosages means strength and energy boosts will burn out quicker.
Warning-After five doses organs start leaning towards organ failure even with the elixir's healing effect.
Equipment:
2 X Metal canteens(for the elixir of life) |
9,359 | 264 | 13 | 2,285 | 5,789 | Eiko didn't respond to Arya as she felt that being acknowledged was enough, she didn't feel like she needed to waste her breath, suddenly the bubblegum pink alien thing appeared; Eiko felt that the creature was an alien, but she read the dossier and knew that the creature wasn't an Alien but some sort of old demon creature that could regenerate it's limbs. Seeing the pink creature, Eiko felt that she might actually be useful for this mission, but when the Majin opened her mouth, Eiko began re-thinking that she might not be as useful as she thought, but she would have to see the Majin creature in action before she could pass true judgment on them.
When one of the guys, Jainus went on a rant about the mission, Eiko turned to him and stared at him." The mission objective takes priority over everything else. Holding to that principle is why I have never failed a mission. And the same reason you won't fail, and why we can't. If you think you can't handle this, then turn around and walk away." Eiko told Jainus sounding angry that he was talking of the mission the way it was." If you do go and aren't up to par, I'll leave your body and dog tags behind. But don't take it personally, I do the same to everyone that dies in the field." | Name: Eiko Hunter
Age:?
Race: Human
Appearance: Eiko stands at the height of 5'7, and weighs around 111 lbs, she has a fair skin tone with dark raven colored hair that nearly reaches her shoulders and with some of her hair hanging in between her eyes, she has thin dark eyebrows, she has sapphire colored eyes that turn red when she gets angered, she has thin pink lips, with a small nose and thin eyebrows over top of her eyes. Eiko has a thin Ectomorph build with no real muscles, Eiko has thin and somewhat long limbs, she has an average size bust for someone her age.
Eiko wears a simple grey oppai t-shirt with dark colored cargo pants over her shirt she wears a black bulletproof protective vest, on her elbows and knees she wears knee and elbow pads, on her hands she wears gloves with the fingers cut off.
Skills:
Expert marksmen
Agile
skilled swordsmen
Weapons:
Personality:No matter the situation she is in, Eiko always seems to maintain a tired stoic emotionless expression on her face besides an occasional glare at someone when they annoy her. Eiko even speaks in an emotionless tone to add to her emotionless like persona, Eiko can be very blunt never holding back on her opinions or ideas when asked.The stoic girl has a tendency to make what she does sound a little poetic in a way and reminisce about her upbringing.
Other:Nothing else for now |
9,360 | 264 | 14 | 1,633 | 2,323 | When Arya had addressed the cloaked girl directly her eye's widened slightly.
'the nerve!'
"a-actually my name's-"
She tried to correct, but her words fell short when Ayra turned to face the whole crew and began speaking.
"nevermind..."
She mumbled to herself in a defeated tone as she listened to Ayra speak.
'. . .'
'. . .'
'what does covert mean?'
'really? what makes you think I'd know if you don't know? we share the same mind!'
'I don't know, I just thought-'
'quiet!, unlike you I'm actually trying to listen'
'... what's Ragnarok?'
'we just went over this!'
's-sorry!'
The girl seemed to be struggling with paying attention to Arya's speech, though she managed to pay attention to the last part. When given the chance to ask questions it seemed to bring a small smile to the girls face. Although her smile was a nervous one as she slowly began to move he right arm.
'If you raise you hand like a child in school I will F*cking kill everyone here right now...'
The girls eye's widened in fear as she froze, slowly lowering her arm to where it was before.
'just... act like you know what's going on, and follow the others lead, okay? can you handle that at least?'
'yeah... it shouldn't be that hard'
'don't jinx us... hey, I'm not the only one that has noticed some of the others are passing stares at us am I?'
'well, now that you mention it...'
The girl's train of thought was derailed when someone spoke up, directing her attention towards them. But as she listened she just seemed to become more confused on the situation, though it'd be difficult to see since her hood partially hid her features. She had a confused brow raised while she stared at Jainus when he finished speaking.
'Norse Apocalypse? Thor? Viking Ghosts? Giant Planet Eating Snake?! this doesn't make any sense! what's he talking about?!'
'I think he's talking about... Ragnarok?...'
"my head hurts..."
She said quietly as she placed her right hand on her hooded head and rubbed it a little. She took a few steps away from the group, not noticing as Jainus watched her. She more or less didn't hear when Eiko spoke to Jainus or when Deucalion had spoken to Ayra as she looked up at the SDF Invincible while lowering her arm to her side, bringing it back under her cloak.
'... I wonder how big the fireball from that would be if we blew it up'
'we're not blowing it up!'
'oh come on! just think about it, it'd be fun! just imagine the looks on everyone's faces when the sky is brightened from the blaze of the explosion as they're being knocked down from the shockwave!'
'.....'
'you're thinking about it!'
'no I'm not!'
'yes you are!'
'we're not. blowing it up.'
'....... you're no fun...'
'hmp...'
The cloaked girl crossed her arms as she stared at the ship for a moment or two before redirecting her attention towards the crew, diciding to listen in on them. | Name: Majin Eve (or just Eve for short).
Age: ???.
Gender: Female.
Race: Majin (beings created from ancient demonic magic that has been long forgotten).
Eve stands at five and a half feet tall, aside from what clothing that she's already shown wearing, she has black and gold trimmed wristbands, and black slightly pointed boots which her baggy gi pants are tucked into, her boots are also gold trimmed.
Ability Type: Demonic - Though she doesn't know it herself, Majin Eve's abilities and powers are partially fueled by demonic magic/energy since she herself is a being created from ancient demonic magic.
Ki Energy - Though Majin Eve is naturally strong, fast and durable, by using her Ki energy she can increase her strength, speed and durability greatly, as well as use it to fly at incredible speeds.
Ki-Blasts/Beams - Using the well of Ki energy that dwells within her, Majin Eve can fire blasts or beams of Ki energy.
Ki-Sense - Eve is able to sense the location, life force (Ki energy, which is in every living being), and power of anyone if she focuses on it, the stronger and closer the being, the more powerful the sensation.
Candy Beam - Majin Eve fires a beam of magical energy from her center hair head tentacle that can change seemingly anything as small as a pebble to near the size of a large truck into various possible food items, most of which will possibly be desserts or candy, this can be used in battle but it's not nearly as effective at hitting it's target as a Ki Blast/Beam.
Regeneration - Majin Eve has the ability to heal herself and regrow entire limbs or even her whole body in a matter of minutes if it somehow got completely vaporised, but depending on how serous the injury the more energy it takes her to heal herself, and the lower her energy the slower she heals. (this ability does not mean she doesn't feel pain)
Self Biological Manipulation - Majin Eve can stretch her limbs and body to seemingly almost any length and even control parts of her body if they were ever separated from her (from losing an arm to having her body cut in half horizontally from her waist), doing so takes a small amount of her energy.
Healing Power - Majin Eve can heal others but at the cost of her Ki energy, the more serious the injury she's trying to heal, the more energy she uses trying to heal it (the person she's healing has to actually be alive for her to heal them).
Adept Mixed Martial Arts - pretty self explanatory, she knows how to kick butt.
Instant Transmission - Allows her to teleport instantly to any Ki energy signature that she can sense if she focusses on it.
Kaioken - A power boost that draws on her stamina to increase her strength, speed and Ki energy, but puts her at risk of exhausting herself for prolonged use of it.
Energy Charge - By concentrating deeply and drawing from inside herself Majin Eve can recharge her Ki energy, doing so takes time and leaves her vulnerable for attack.
Aside from her durable clothing that would appear to be enchanted as it stretches and heals along with Majin Eve, she has what can be guessed as a glorified technological monocle, the device covers her left ear allowing it to function as a communication device, while the red (presumably) glass piece that covers her left eye acts as V.I.S.R (Visual Intelligence System, Reconnaissance) or H.U.D (Heads-Up Display) with scanning technology allowing it to pick up thermal or energy signatures.
Majin Eve is cheerful and or happy almost 65-70% of the time when she's not fighting, but when she is fighting, depending on the situation, she can get serious, she's also caring about her friends and doesn't like it when she see's innocent people get hurt, she has a liking towards fighting and sparring, and she happens to have a serous sweet tooth. She doesn't like giving up, especially if she's fighting to help save innocent people.
But despite the fact that she tries to be good, she has a darker side to herself that she has some fear towards, being a creation of ancient demonic magic she developed a split personality that is more of less the opposite of herself that is brought out in rare moments of extreme anger or stress, she respectfully called this split personality her demon within, of which she found out that they both had the ability to converse with each other through their thoughts.
Majin Eve doesn't remember much about where she came from, or what she is, all she knew is that one day, she woke up in a crater at night under the faint light of the stars in the middle of a forest miles away from civilisation. Over the course of two and a half weeks of walking through the forest alone in search of something besides more wild animals she learned that she was incredibly strong and fast, not only that but she could manipulate her ki energy to make ki blasts and beams. Shortly after that she learned how to fly through rather painful trail and error, using that new found ability she made way for what seemed like the nearest signs of civilisation.
She learned of her regenerative abilities after her first encounter with some guys who were in a particularly bad mood and didn't want to deal with "a pink freak" like her and thought that they'd just shoot her and be on their way, big mistake on their part since it got the daylights beaten out of them, and then shortly after got them eaten, after having healed from her injuries and defeating the offenders she found out that she was quite hungry, that was when she discovered her Candy Beam. Through later events she also discovered that she could heal others and stretch herself to incredibly long lengths, as well as control her severed limbs, and that she didn't need to breath air, let alone breath at all to live like humans did, but out of habit she does anyway.
Due to Eve's magical biological makeup she's strongly resistant to hazards that would normally kill a human in seconds, like toxins or radiation. |
9,361 | 264 | 15 | 166 | 1,196 | Turning her gaze towards Jainus, Arya began to speak, but paused, as if she had heard something. Her face seemed to drain of color. "It can't be." she muttered, her eyes seemingly staring into space. The temperature dropped by 50 degrees, ice beginning to climb up the walls, all the while hunting horns started to sound. The Wild Hunt was coming. "Everyone board the ship now! We need to move!" She ordered, sprinting up the ramp that led into the ship and towards the cockpit. Why was the Wild Hunt here? Surely they knew Idris would be able to hold them off. But it would be a long and bloody battle, during which they wouldn't be able to send out reinforcements to the team should they need it. "They knew." She said to herself. "Somebody talked, and now they know we are coming." They had to get into the air and outside the base as soon as possible, before Idris's defenses were brought up. After that they could figure out their next move. | Name: Arya Lightwood
Age: 600
Race: Elf
Appearance(Either text or picture is fine.): Is roughly 5ft 10in. Has a lean build, brown eyes, and neck length brown hair. Usually prefers practical clothing such as t-shirts and loose shorts/skirts.
Ability type: Divine/Ancient Magic and Combat.
Equipment: Normally keeps a long bow made of rowan wood and a quiver strapped to her back. When in battle she wields an adamantite claymore with runes along both sides of the blade, and can equip a short tunic with chainmail or a full set of plate made of mithril. When channeling her angelic power, she is capable of equipping the runite blade Ragnarok for a short time.
Personality: Calm and collected, she is very articulate in the way she speaks. She is slow to anger, however she's willing to risk her life to protect her team.
Bio: Coming from a long line of angelic blood, her great great great grandfather was the arch angel Uriel. Due to this, she is capable of wielding Divine and Ancient magics, though rarely does due to the demands of both. 20 years ago, she joined the SDF, eventually making her way up to lieutenant major in the SDF. Recently, she was put in charge of the Special Operations team for Operation Thunder Crack.
Extra: |
9,362 | 264 | 16 | 1,633 | 2,323 | The cloaked girl directed her attention to Ayra, she looked like she had something to say.
'whoa, do you feel that?'
She lowered her gaze to the floor as she concentrated.
'yeah, but what is it?'
'I don't know... but it can't be good for us...'
The cloaked girl looked back to Ayra who seemed to be looking a little pale as she muttered something.
'looks like she can sense it to...'
She shivered slightly as the temperature dropped, her eye's widening as ice began to form on the walls.
'who touched the thermostat?!'
'we're in a hanger! there is no thermostat!'
A chill went up her spine, not from the cold, but from the sound of horns filling the air. The girls red glowing eye's looked around trying to pinpoint the direction the sound was coming from. Then she heard Ayra gave an order to get on the ship before running up the boarding ramp.
'pff, forget that, we can take on whatever's coming our way!'
The girl looked back to the others with a fierce look in her glowing red eye's.
"you heard her! move! I'll make sure to close the door on my way in!"
She then jumped 20ft into the air and hovered there with her fists clenched, ready and determined to defend her newly acquainted teammates.
'that sounds an awful lot like "I'm not going to stay behind and kick whoever's coming teeth in when they get here"...'
'now is not the time for this...' | Name: Majin Eve (or just Eve for short).
Age: ???.
Gender: Female.
Race: Majin (beings created from ancient demonic magic that has been long forgotten).
Eve stands at five and a half feet tall, aside from what clothing that she's already shown wearing, she has black and gold trimmed wristbands, and black slightly pointed boots which her baggy gi pants are tucked into, her boots are also gold trimmed.
Ability Type: Demonic - Though she doesn't know it herself, Majin Eve's abilities and powers are partially fueled by demonic magic/energy since she herself is a being created from ancient demonic magic.
Ki Energy - Though Majin Eve is naturally strong, fast and durable, by using her Ki energy she can increase her strength, speed and durability greatly, as well as use it to fly at incredible speeds.
Ki-Blasts/Beams - Using the well of Ki energy that dwells within her, Majin Eve can fire blasts or beams of Ki energy.
Ki-Sense - Eve is able to sense the location, life force (Ki energy, which is in every living being), and power of anyone if she focuses on it, the stronger and closer the being, the more powerful the sensation.
Candy Beam - Majin Eve fires a beam of magical energy from her center hair head tentacle that can change seemingly anything as small as a pebble to near the size of a large truck into various possible food items, most of which will possibly be desserts or candy, this can be used in battle but it's not nearly as effective at hitting it's target as a Ki Blast/Beam.
Regeneration - Majin Eve has the ability to heal herself and regrow entire limbs or even her whole body in a matter of minutes if it somehow got completely vaporised, but depending on how serous the injury the more energy it takes her to heal herself, and the lower her energy the slower she heals. (this ability does not mean she doesn't feel pain)
Self Biological Manipulation - Majin Eve can stretch her limbs and body to seemingly almost any length and even control parts of her body if they were ever separated from her (from losing an arm to having her body cut in half horizontally from her waist), doing so takes a small amount of her energy.
Healing Power - Majin Eve can heal others but at the cost of her Ki energy, the more serious the injury she's trying to heal, the more energy she uses trying to heal it (the person she's healing has to actually be alive for her to heal them).
Adept Mixed Martial Arts - pretty self explanatory, she knows how to kick butt.
Instant Transmission - Allows her to teleport instantly to any Ki energy signature that she can sense if she focusses on it.
Kaioken - A power boost that draws on her stamina to increase her strength, speed and Ki energy, but puts her at risk of exhausting herself for prolonged use of it.
Energy Charge - By concentrating deeply and drawing from inside herself Majin Eve can recharge her Ki energy, doing so takes time and leaves her vulnerable for attack.
Aside from her durable clothing that would appear to be enchanted as it stretches and heals along with Majin Eve, she has what can be guessed as a glorified technological monocle, the device covers her left ear allowing it to function as a communication device, while the red (presumably) glass piece that covers her left eye acts as V.I.S.R (Visual Intelligence System, Reconnaissance) or H.U.D (Heads-Up Display) with scanning technology allowing it to pick up thermal or energy signatures.
Majin Eve is cheerful and or happy almost 65-70% of the time when she's not fighting, but when she is fighting, depending on the situation, she can get serious, she's also caring about her friends and doesn't like it when she see's innocent people get hurt, she has a liking towards fighting and sparring, and she happens to have a serous sweet tooth. She doesn't like giving up, especially if she's fighting to help save innocent people.
But despite the fact that she tries to be good, she has a darker side to herself that she has some fear towards, being a creation of ancient demonic magic she developed a split personality that is more of less the opposite of herself that is brought out in rare moments of extreme anger or stress, she respectfully called this split personality her demon within, of which she found out that they both had the ability to converse with each other through their thoughts.
Majin Eve doesn't remember much about where she came from, or what she is, all she knew is that one day, she woke up in a crater at night under the faint light of the stars in the middle of a forest miles away from civilisation. Over the course of two and a half weeks of walking through the forest alone in search of something besides more wild animals she learned that she was incredibly strong and fast, not only that but she could manipulate her ki energy to make ki blasts and beams. Shortly after that she learned how to fly through rather painful trail and error, using that new found ability she made way for what seemed like the nearest signs of civilisation.
She learned of her regenerative abilities after her first encounter with some guys who were in a particularly bad mood and didn't want to deal with "a pink freak" like her and thought that they'd just shoot her and be on their way, big mistake on their part since it got the daylights beaten out of them, and then shortly after got them eaten, after having healed from her injuries and defeating the offenders she found out that she was quite hungry, that was when she discovered her Candy Beam. Through later events she also discovered that she could heal others and stretch herself to incredibly long lengths, as well as control her severed limbs, and that she didn't need to breath air, let alone breath at all to live like humans did, but out of habit she does anyway.
Due to Eve's magical biological makeup she's strongly resistant to hazards that would normally kill a human in seconds, like toxins or radiation. |
9,363 | 264 | 17 | 1,061 | 393 | 3rd Person-
Tristan left the others to the talking he cared very little for any of it. He watched as Deucalion mumbled nervously to Arya and how Jainus argued over the mission itself being an impossibility. Eiko grounded the reason we were here and reinforced the orders from up top like she always did back in the academy but now she seemed much more impatient and Jainus seems too doubtful, Deucalion was too nervous and Eve looked like she didn't even know who she was and couldn't make a single decision on her own. This mission would be a wreak if they didn't start to trust each other and the mission, soon. Then all of a sudden the air shifted. He felt it even before Arya and could see the moment she felt it. The look on her face was pure dread, as it should be. Tristan had faced this before and knew what was coming. The Wild Hunt. He had faced them before, and last time had given him a few reminders of what they could do, a signature on his skin. Tristan waited for Arya's command on what to do next and as soon as she spit out the orders he rushed grabbing Eiko and Mentis and shielded them from any projectiles as they ran to the ship. He knew Arya and Jainus could take care of themselves, Deucalion was already on his way in and the pink one flew out of his reach before he could cover her safely into the airship. As the chaos unfolded he kept composed and thought of his every exact next move making sure no movement was faulty and that he got everyone he could into the ship safely. He followed Arya through the door with Eiko and Mentis just infront of him. | Name: Tristan
Age: 217 (life expectancy=700ish) (making him a regular humans equivalent to 31ish)
Race: Augmented Super Human
Appearance: Near 8'7" and weighs close to 400lbs Very Muscular and Toned, Usually wears a Black body suit and any equipment that wont hinder his specific ability for any given mission. He has a face mask he never lifts for an unknown reason. (mask resembles the one "pale rider" wears in SAO II)
Ability type: Dead eye. Never misses a shot. However it takes him a long time to prepare for the shot. He is incredibly talented in Hand-to-hand and other physical combats (swords or any of the such) and has the mental capacity far surpassing the top super computer made by humans due to augmentation.
Equipment: Always carrys sword (resembles Kiritos' Elucidator from SAO I). Has a holographic shield generator equipped on his left arm. Carrys a burst Pistol on right thigh (resembles B23R from Black Ops 2) and any extras they company provides.
Personality: Quiet, Mysterious
Bio: Mysterious, Grew up in the SDF and knows everyone well. Volunteered to work with Arya on her Special Operations team for Operation Thunder Crack.
Other: He has a secret. A secret love.
First character, I hope this meets all reqirements |
9,364 | 264 | 18 | 1,633 | 2,323 | The girls eye's widened in surprised when she suddenly sensed something right next to her.
'what the!?-'
'-F*ck!'
She tensed up and readied to throw a devastating punch towards a possible threat but stopped when she found herself in Jainus's arms, her tension vanished as she raised a confused brow towards him. More so when they were teleported to the docking port on the Invincible.
'w-what?-'
'-The F*ck?!'
When she was set down she listened to Jainus with wide open eye's, completely bewildered at this mans words as he walked away from her.
'... the second I get out... he is so getting punched...'
"..... what just happened?"
'what just happened?! I'll tell you what just happened! That Idiot Just Stole Our-, I-I Mean Put Everyone's Lives In Danger! Quick! Back Outside!'
"Right!"
Without a second thought the girl raised her right hand towards her face and put her index and middle finger to the center of her forehead as she closed her eye's while she focused on one of the crew members outside the ship. But before anything could happen Tristan came running into the ship with Eiko and Mentis just in front of him. The girl's eye's widened slightly in surprise as the sight.
'oh... well, problem solved'
She thought to herself with a small smile.
'grrrrrRRRRAAA-'
'okay! come on! please stop yelling!'
'-AHHH!!!.....'
'sheesh, what was that for?'
'nothing...'
The cloaked girl shook her head slightly before following Ayra and the others. | Name: Majin Eve (or just Eve for short).
Age: ???.
Gender: Female.
Race: Majin (beings created from ancient demonic magic that has been long forgotten).
Eve stands at five and a half feet tall, aside from what clothing that she's already shown wearing, she has black and gold trimmed wristbands, and black slightly pointed boots which her baggy gi pants are tucked into, her boots are also gold trimmed.
Ability Type: Demonic - Though she doesn't know it herself, Majin Eve's abilities and powers are partially fueled by demonic magic/energy since she herself is a being created from ancient demonic magic.
Ki Energy - Though Majin Eve is naturally strong, fast and durable, by using her Ki energy she can increase her strength, speed and durability greatly, as well as use it to fly at incredible speeds.
Ki-Blasts/Beams - Using the well of Ki energy that dwells within her, Majin Eve can fire blasts or beams of Ki energy.
Ki-Sense - Eve is able to sense the location, life force (Ki energy, which is in every living being), and power of anyone if she focuses on it, the stronger and closer the being, the more powerful the sensation.
Candy Beam - Majin Eve fires a beam of magical energy from her center hair head tentacle that can change seemingly anything as small as a pebble to near the size of a large truck into various possible food items, most of which will possibly be desserts or candy, this can be used in battle but it's not nearly as effective at hitting it's target as a Ki Blast/Beam.
Regeneration - Majin Eve has the ability to heal herself and regrow entire limbs or even her whole body in a matter of minutes if it somehow got completely vaporised, but depending on how serous the injury the more energy it takes her to heal herself, and the lower her energy the slower she heals. (this ability does not mean she doesn't feel pain)
Self Biological Manipulation - Majin Eve can stretch her limbs and body to seemingly almost any length and even control parts of her body if they were ever separated from her (from losing an arm to having her body cut in half horizontally from her waist), doing so takes a small amount of her energy.
Healing Power - Majin Eve can heal others but at the cost of her Ki energy, the more serious the injury she's trying to heal, the more energy she uses trying to heal it (the person she's healing has to actually be alive for her to heal them).
Adept Mixed Martial Arts - pretty self explanatory, she knows how to kick butt.
Instant Transmission - Allows her to teleport instantly to any Ki energy signature that she can sense if she focusses on it.
Kaioken - A power boost that draws on her stamina to increase her strength, speed and Ki energy, but puts her at risk of exhausting herself for prolonged use of it.
Energy Charge - By concentrating deeply and drawing from inside herself Majin Eve can recharge her Ki energy, doing so takes time and leaves her vulnerable for attack.
Aside from her durable clothing that would appear to be enchanted as it stretches and heals along with Majin Eve, she has what can be guessed as a glorified technological monocle, the device covers her left ear allowing it to function as a communication device, while the red (presumably) glass piece that covers her left eye acts as V.I.S.R (Visual Intelligence System, Reconnaissance) or H.U.D (Heads-Up Display) with scanning technology allowing it to pick up thermal or energy signatures.
Majin Eve is cheerful and or happy almost 65-70% of the time when she's not fighting, but when she is fighting, depending on the situation, she can get serious, she's also caring about her friends and doesn't like it when she see's innocent people get hurt, she has a liking towards fighting and sparring, and she happens to have a serous sweet tooth. She doesn't like giving up, especially if she's fighting to help save innocent people.
But despite the fact that she tries to be good, she has a darker side to herself that she has some fear towards, being a creation of ancient demonic magic she developed a split personality that is more of less the opposite of herself that is brought out in rare moments of extreme anger or stress, she respectfully called this split personality her demon within, of which she found out that they both had the ability to converse with each other through their thoughts.
Majin Eve doesn't remember much about where she came from, or what she is, all she knew is that one day, she woke up in a crater at night under the faint light of the stars in the middle of a forest miles away from civilisation. Over the course of two and a half weeks of walking through the forest alone in search of something besides more wild animals she learned that she was incredibly strong and fast, not only that but she could manipulate her ki energy to make ki blasts and beams. Shortly after that she learned how to fly through rather painful trail and error, using that new found ability she made way for what seemed like the nearest signs of civilisation.
She learned of her regenerative abilities after her first encounter with some guys who were in a particularly bad mood and didn't want to deal with "a pink freak" like her and thought that they'd just shoot her and be on their way, big mistake on their part since it got the daylights beaten out of them, and then shortly after got them eaten, after having healed from her injuries and defeating the offenders she found out that she was quite hungry, that was when she discovered her Candy Beam. Through later events she also discovered that she could heal others and stretch herself to incredibly long lengths, as well as control her severed limbs, and that she didn't need to breath air, let alone breath at all to live like humans did, but out of habit she does anyway.
Due to Eve's magical biological makeup she's strongly resistant to hazards that would normally kill a human in seconds, like toxins or radiation. |
9,365 | 264 | 19 | 1,370 | 1,861 | Mentis had been keeping to himself the whole time, poking his index fingers together, with his head lowered, and his eyes shyly cast up at the group. While the others got antiquated with each other, or otherwise gave annoyed glares. This is why he chose to stay out of conversation, unless of course someone approached him, there was less chance of annoying others that way.
He didn't really know how he could contribute anyway, he had no muscles to flex, weapons to parade about or abilities to show off. No unless someone got hurt, he was pretty much useless, unless one of them wanted someone they could talk to. He had always been a good listener, or so he has been told.
Because of his observing the others, Mentis knew immediately when someone was wrong he could see them tense as they seemed to either sense something, or notice something off in the distant. Mentis found himself growing nervous again, in reaction to others, and glanced over to Arya as she gave the order for everyone to get into the ship. Mentis would have managed to get there on his own, though it might have taken him a while, as he would have politely stood aside and let everyone else on first, it was only good manners despite the situation. This didn't come to be however, as the boy felt himself being grabbed by another.
"Uh?..oh, ok"
His voice was barely audible as he fell into a sort of ragdoll state, letting himself be dragged and ushered towards the ship, with no resistance to the one grabbing him. As they got to the ship, Mentis quickly stumbled through the door, and off to the side to get out of everyone's way, though he stopped and turned to face Tristan, smiling to the larger man with much gratitude.
"Thank you, Tristan"
he spoke quietly, probably wouldn't even be heard over all the noise and chaos. The boy then turned his attention to the others, watching again quietly, as they all managed to get themselves onto the ship one way or another. He was relieved for a time, though knew that until they all settled down, they were still in danger. | Name: Mentis
Age: 14 years, though often mistaken to be older.
Race: Human
Appearance: Mentis is tall for his age, standing at 5'8 tall, with wavy white hair that's just above shoulder length, amber colored eyes, and pale white skin. Though due to an eating disorder, he is greatly underweight.
Mentis wears a brown coat that is to large for him, along with torn, tan baggy pants, and black boots. And a necklace hidden under his coat.
He is often mistaken to be much older than he is, and never really bothers to correct people on this.
Ability type: Mentis has no abilities, though he is an exceptionally good doctor in training, he has been learning since he was very young.
Equipment: Mentis carries a back pack with him at all times, fulled with bandages, ointments, needles and thread for any cuts that need stitches. Along with other basic medicines, and tools of his trade.
Mentis carries no weapons with him.
Personality: TBA
Bio: Mentis had always been a frail human, from the day he was born, with weak lungs and a fragile body. Because of this he was sent to be raised by a doctor's family, who could probably look after him.
By has always been mature for his age, and by nature he is an incredibly friendly and selfless boy, and he could never bring himself to hurt anyone, (not that he could really even lift a weapon in the first place). So despite his frailty, he wanted to help people in what ever way he could, he decided to become a doctor, like the man who had raised him. It was something he found that he was rather good at and, he had a passion for being a doctor, and so learnt quickly the basics of medicine. |
9,366 | 264 | 20 | 1,489 | 1,400 | Something was happening. Deucalion looked around and flexed his fingers. It took awhile for the large man to realize what it was. The temperature was dropping. Normally that wouldn't be cause for worry. Changes in the amount of ambient heat floating around happened all the time. Sometimes in seconds due to clouds or other natural events, but this was way too cold, way too damn fast to be anything less than something completely other worldly. He looked down at the rest of the group, fist balled and waited to see how'd everyone would react. They didn't do too badly, but he would've preferred working with individuals that reacted first and left the questions and comments till well after whatever immediate danger was going on was past.
With a huff he stepped into the ship and took a seat. | Name: Deucalion
Age: 450
Race(No angels or demons.): Flesh Golem- A creature created from the parts of various human beings, stitched together, and then pumped full of the elixir of life.
Tougher-Fully assimilated parts of a flesh golem's body are several times stronger and more resistant to damage than normal humans beings. Their organs are much more efficient.
Assimilation- When a flesh golem's body is damaged he's capable of replacing said parts with that from other life forms. To do this he simply takes a part that's compatible with what he's lost (limbs are pretty much open to be exchanged with pretty much any other limb, or limb like protrusion, but organs can only be replaced with the same thing) and pushes it into place for long enough to allow his body to graph it into place(a few seconds to several minutes depending on the amount of matter being added). It takes the assimilation process a day or two depending on the total biological mass that's being grafted on to the Flesh Golem's body, the more matter being assimilated the longer it takes.
Note-Flesh golems are also capable of using any specific ability replaced flesh carried until said flesh is fully assimilated.
Elixir of Life- Flesh Golems are the only creatures capable of using, or creating, the elixir of life. If any other creatures, living or dead, were to attempt to use it they wouldn't gain any of the benefits and would be racked with so much pain they'd likely commit suicide.
Appearance: 7.5 ft. 385 Lbs. Close cut salt and pepper hair. His left eye is black and his right one is a yellowish-green color. Left and right hands are onyx black. Legs and the rest of his body are a pale, almost albino white. Barrel chested with legs like tree trunks and arms like his legs.
For the most part Deucalion's appearance doesn't change much since fully assimilated body mass fits in with the rest of his body. The only exception to this is color, which nobody knows why.
Ability type: Alchemetic
Magical magnification-If biological matter is added that was either A) used for the manipulation of magic, or B) Came into contact with magic before the body matter died then flesh golem can use its own magical energy through the limit to manipulate the magical residue in newly assimilated matter.
Note- Once fully assimilated into the rest of the golem's body, whatever magic residue was left will disappear entirely.
The elixir of life- After gathering and preparing the proper ingredients(which I'm still working on) a flesh golem channels their special form of magical energy into the concoction for it to fully turn into the elixir.
Elixir's effects on a Flesh Golem's body
Purify- Burns away any impurities in the body.
Recover- Can recover minor damage to flesh, mostly used for organ damage.
Strength- Increased the user's strength and durability
Energy-It's like a combination of meth, sugar, cocaine, caffeine, and ginseng all wrapped together and struck with lightning.
Rate-Increases the rate of assimilation
Pain-It hurts like a bitch. Imagine every inch of your body, inside and out, tightening with enough pressure while being cooked by molten lava.
Note-Multiple doses increase all effects
Warning-Higher number of dosages means strength and energy boosts will burn out quicker.
Warning-After five doses organs start leaning towards organ failure even with the elixir's healing effect.
Equipment:
2 X Metal canteens(for the elixir of life) |
9,367 | 264 | 21 | 166 | 1,196 | Arya rushed into the pilot's seat and strapped herself in, her breath coming out in misty clouds now as the temperature was now slightly under freezing point. She checked her watch, then pushed with all her strength on the yolk. The huge engines on the back of the Invincible fired up with an almost deafening, roaring noise and the ship bolted out of the hangar. She could feel the vast magic of the base's defenses coming online, almost completely nullifying the frosty cold the Hunt had brought with them. But if they didn't get out before the wards finished coming up, they would be unable to leave until the invasion was finished. Arya for a moment wished they had been given a different ship, the Nautilus. It was smaller, but was the fastest ship in the force. "C'mon, a little faster!" She growled, yanking on the yolk. The jets on the bottom of the ship came online with a roar, and it rocketed into the sky, just narrowly escaping the wards as they finished their startup sequence, the walls of the base glowing with power. At the base of the walls there looked to be an whole army of monsters.
"So it's begun." She panted as the ship flew away from the gathering forces and Idris. "This is why the brass said they would be unable to give backup". Realization dawned on her face. "They were the ones who leaked it. They drew them here so we'd have a chance at succeeding in our mission." Idris could hold them off for as long as necessary, as long as it had its wards and thick walls. But, eventually the Hunt would realize what had happened, and turn their attention towards the team. Hopefully, they'd be ready for it when it happened. | Name: Arya Lightwood
Age: 600
Race: Elf
Appearance(Either text or picture is fine.): Is roughly 5ft 10in. Has a lean build, brown eyes, and neck length brown hair. Usually prefers practical clothing such as t-shirts and loose shorts/skirts.
Ability type: Divine/Ancient Magic and Combat.
Equipment: Normally keeps a long bow made of rowan wood and a quiver strapped to her back. When in battle she wields an adamantite claymore with runes along both sides of the blade, and can equip a short tunic with chainmail or a full set of plate made of mithril. When channeling her angelic power, she is capable of equipping the runite blade Ragnarok for a short time.
Personality: Calm and collected, she is very articulate in the way she speaks. She is slow to anger, however she's willing to risk her life to protect her team.
Bio: Coming from a long line of angelic blood, her great great great grandfather was the arch angel Uriel. Due to this, she is capable of wielding Divine and Ancient magics, though rarely does due to the demands of both. 20 years ago, she joined the SDF, eventually making her way up to lieutenant major in the SDF. Recently, she was put in charge of the Special Operations team for Operation Thunder Crack.
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9,368 | 264 | 22 | 1,061 | 393 | Once inside, the chaos cooled down. Literally, It was getting colder by the second. We had to get out of here. Tristan acknowledged Mentis' thanks with a nod and ushered them forward. Tristan and Deucalion brought up the rear as they headed for the bridge. When we got the the bridge he felt the roar of the engines come to life and rushed to the Co-Pilot position. "Permission for take off?" said Tristan as Arya kept accelerating "Permission granted! Get out of here!" Said the Air Traffic Controller. As the Infinity lifted off the ground and started to rush away Tristan reported back once more before they left "Infinity One, Away!" And the ship took off. Tristan took a millisecond to think of all the flight deck crew that might have just gotten pulverized. He immediately returns to work and turns to check the squad. Tristan went around the group asking if any needed medical attention. When he was through he reported back to Arya that no one had any major injures and that the squad was in perfect condition and ready to go. after that he went to inspect the crew of the bridge and when they were all doing what they were supposed to he turned and headed for the door. | Name: Tristan
Age: 217 (life expectancy=700ish) (making him a regular humans equivalent to 31ish)
Race: Augmented Super Human
Appearance: Near 8'7" and weighs close to 400lbs Very Muscular and Toned, Usually wears a Black body suit and any equipment that wont hinder his specific ability for any given mission. He has a face mask he never lifts for an unknown reason. (mask resembles the one "pale rider" wears in SAO II)
Ability type: Dead eye. Never misses a shot. However it takes him a long time to prepare for the shot. He is incredibly talented in Hand-to-hand and other physical combats (swords or any of the such) and has the mental capacity far surpassing the top super computer made by humans due to augmentation.
Equipment: Always carrys sword (resembles Kiritos' Elucidator from SAO I). Has a holographic shield generator equipped on his left arm. Carrys a burst Pistol on right thigh (resembles B23R from Black Ops 2) and any extras they company provides.
Personality: Quiet, Mysterious
Bio: Mysterious, Grew up in the SDF and knows everyone well. Volunteered to work with Arya on her Special Operations team for Operation Thunder Crack.
Other: He has a secret. A secret love.
First character, I hope this meets all reqirements |
9,369 | 264 | 23 | 2,285 | 5,789 | Eiko made it onto the ship last, she walked up calmly right before it took off, when she was on the ship; she changed over to her field gear quickly and calmly. Unlike Arya who was running, rushing and panicking in a way, Eiko was calm, silent, and collected, she had her sub machine gun in her arms, the calm pale woman left the room she was changing in and began slowly walking around the ship; as the ship took off, Eiko didn't stumble into a guard rail as the ship hurried out of the hanger.
" Shes rushing and shouldn't be." Eiko said aloud talking to no one in particular. The cold air in the sky didn't do anything to deter Eiko, as she slowly went to the bridge and noticed that Arya piloting the ship, the pale woman walked over to Arya's shoulder." What's the meaning of this early, and hasty take off ?" Eiko asked Arya. | Name: Eiko Hunter
Age:?
Race: Human
Appearance: Eiko stands at the height of 5'7, and weighs around 111 lbs, she has a fair skin tone with dark raven colored hair that nearly reaches her shoulders and with some of her hair hanging in between her eyes, she has thin dark eyebrows, she has sapphire colored eyes that turn red when she gets angered, she has thin pink lips, with a small nose and thin eyebrows over top of her eyes. Eiko has a thin Ectomorph build with no real muscles, Eiko has thin and somewhat long limbs, she has an average size bust for someone her age.
Eiko wears a simple grey oppai t-shirt with dark colored cargo pants over her shirt she wears a black bulletproof protective vest, on her elbows and knees she wears knee and elbow pads, on her hands she wears gloves with the fingers cut off.
Skills:
Expert marksmen
Agile
skilled swordsmen
Weapons:
Personality:No matter the situation she is in, Eiko always seems to maintain a tired stoic emotionless expression on her face besides an occasional glare at someone when they annoy her. Eiko even speaks in an emotionless tone to add to her emotionless like persona, Eiko can be very blunt never holding back on her opinions or ideas when asked.The stoic girl has a tendency to make what she does sound a little poetic in a way and reminisce about her upbringing.
Other:Nothing else for now |
9,370 | 264 | 24 | 166 | 1,196 | Arya turned her eyes towards Eiko and smiled weakly. "The wards. We had to get off the base before the wards came up, otherwise we'd be stuck there indefinitely." She tapped on a screen on the control panel a couple times and a birds eye view came up of the besieged base, showing the thousands of beasts and monsters throwing themselves against the glowing walls. "The brass tipped off the Wild Hunt to bring them to Idris. They're distracting them to let us work." She explained. Eyeing the GPS, she let off on the yolk, the ship slowing down considerably. "So now, we have to do our part. There's laptops with access to the SDF databases in the store room, and reference materials in the library. We need to figure out our next move, since we don't have forever. You and the others can take this time to rest and do some research. Come to me if you find anything that may be worth looking into." | Name: Arya Lightwood
Age: 600
Race: Elf
Appearance(Either text or picture is fine.): Is roughly 5ft 10in. Has a lean build, brown eyes, and neck length brown hair. Usually prefers practical clothing such as t-shirts and loose shorts/skirts.
Ability type: Divine/Ancient Magic and Combat.
Equipment: Normally keeps a long bow made of rowan wood and a quiver strapped to her back. When in battle she wields an adamantite claymore with runes along both sides of the blade, and can equip a short tunic with chainmail or a full set of plate made of mithril. When channeling her angelic power, she is capable of equipping the runite blade Ragnarok for a short time.
Personality: Calm and collected, she is very articulate in the way she speaks. She is slow to anger, however she's willing to risk her life to protect her team.
Bio: Coming from a long line of angelic blood, her great great great grandfather was the arch angel Uriel. Due to this, she is capable of wielding Divine and Ancient magics, though rarely does due to the demands of both. 20 years ago, she joined the SDF, eventually making her way up to lieutenant major in the SDF. Recently, she was put in charge of the Special Operations team for Operation Thunder Crack.
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9,371 | 264 | 25 | 1,061 | 393 | Tristan overheard Eiko and Arya talking about the research that needed to be done, however even thought it would be helpful to have another working on the same project Tristan saw it as a tad redundant. Instead he went to the Armory to arm himself so that he could get used to weight of the weapons he would need for the next encounter of the Wild Hunt. As he exited the bridge he glanced back one more time. Tristan made his way down to the Armory with so much going through his mind, Eiko, Mentis, Jainus, For the first time in a long time Tristan was confused. "Why was I put on this team? No. I know why Im here. Why are THEY here. I could do this with my regular killsquad. I dont need this mis-matched band of mis-fits! Am I being punished? Why? Why? WHY!?" Tristan forced the thought out of his head. He had reached the Armory. He started looking around, everything was covered in tarps and strapped down. He found the most regular looking mass and lifted the tarp just enough to see the tag. "Runes" it read, He let the tarp back down. Again he looked for a normal mass of tarp and lifted it. "Sniper Rifles." Tristan smiled. "This is more my speed." he said as he started to open the box. He thumbed through the sorted Sniper Rifles and found his personal favorite, The FN Ballista. A lightweight Sniper that can fire any modified round that is .338 caliber, which is also a small light devastating round. He looked around a bit more and found some Assault Rifles, One of which was a SIG SG 550 a three round burst with incredible accuracy. Satisfied with his finds he started to return to the bridge when he noticed a crew member peaking under an unusual mass of tarp. "What's under there?" He asked the crew member. "To be honest sir, I have no idea." said the crew member. Tristan just nodded took a peak and made a note to ask Arya about it. He kept heading towards the bridge and stopped for a short moment to talk to another crew member and asked what mission he was told he was going on and if they were missing any of the crew. He said that the orders were to just keep the ship in the air no matter what and that some of the crew was left behind but they had enough to be effective. Again Tristan just nodded and continued on. He wandered the ship for a while that day, checking on the squad periodically and taking walks, with or without people to join him. He did this while he waited for orders on every other mission as well as this one unless he was the one giving orders. It gave him time to think. Tristan liked to think. | Name: Tristan
Age: 217 (life expectancy=700ish) (making him a regular humans equivalent to 31ish)
Race: Augmented Super Human
Appearance: Near 8'7" and weighs close to 400lbs Very Muscular and Toned, Usually wears a Black body suit and any equipment that wont hinder his specific ability for any given mission. He has a face mask he never lifts for an unknown reason. (mask resembles the one "pale rider" wears in SAO II)
Ability type: Dead eye. Never misses a shot. However it takes him a long time to prepare for the shot. He is incredibly talented in Hand-to-hand and other physical combats (swords or any of the such) and has the mental capacity far surpassing the top super computer made by humans due to augmentation.
Equipment: Always carrys sword (resembles Kiritos' Elucidator from SAO I). Has a holographic shield generator equipped on his left arm. Carrys a burst Pistol on right thigh (resembles B23R from Black Ops 2) and any extras they company provides.
Personality: Quiet, Mysterious
Bio: Mysterious, Grew up in the SDF and knows everyone well. Volunteered to work with Arya on her Special Operations team for Operation Thunder Crack.
Other: He has a secret. A secret love.
First character, I hope this meets all reqirements |
9,372 | 264 | 26 | 2,285 | 5,789 | Eiko took in Arya's words carefully, and watched as if she was scanning the entire base as it came under attack." Well a little heads up would've been nice, pretty stupid of them to just let themselves be attacked this way." Eiko said aloud." But it's better than getting held down and stopped from doing what we need to do." Eiko told her. The pale woman put the sub machine gun onto her back before saying." I'm not the type of person that does a lot of research Arya, I'm the type of person that gets things done, things other people can't do on their own, or have trouble completing. You understand ?" She asked the captain of the ship speaking to her as if she was either her equal subordinate. Eiko turned around and left the bridge to go back out onto the deck, she didn't feel as if she needed to rest so she just simply patrolled around the ship, if she felt like she had the time to, she would spar against the others to see their true skills. | Name: Eiko Hunter
Age:?
Race: Human
Appearance: Eiko stands at the height of 5'7, and weighs around 111 lbs, she has a fair skin tone with dark raven colored hair that nearly reaches her shoulders and with some of her hair hanging in between her eyes, she has thin dark eyebrows, she has sapphire colored eyes that turn red when she gets angered, she has thin pink lips, with a small nose and thin eyebrows over top of her eyes. Eiko has a thin Ectomorph build with no real muscles, Eiko has thin and somewhat long limbs, she has an average size bust for someone her age.
Eiko wears a simple grey oppai t-shirt with dark colored cargo pants over her shirt she wears a black bulletproof protective vest, on her elbows and knees she wears knee and elbow pads, on her hands she wears gloves with the fingers cut off.
Skills:
Expert marksmen
Agile
skilled swordsmen
Weapons:
Personality:No matter the situation she is in, Eiko always seems to maintain a tired stoic emotionless expression on her face besides an occasional glare at someone when they annoy her. Eiko even speaks in an emotionless tone to add to her emotionless like persona, Eiko can be very blunt never holding back on her opinions or ideas when asked.The stoic girl has a tendency to make what she does sound a little poetic in a way and reminisce about her upbringing.
Other:Nothing else for now |
9,373 | 264 | 27 | 1,370 | 1,861 | Mentis who had been sitting in the corner, out of everyone's way this whole time and simply watching, as the others took charge of the situation. Decided that he should do something, other that look useless in the corner of the bridge, that wouldn't look very good to the others. So he quietly walked out from his small hiding spot, now that things were settling down a little, and the rest of the team were settling into their routine, the boy decided that he should go look for where he would be needed, which of course was the infirmary.
When he left the bridge and started to explore the ship, he soon found himself a little lost, he hadn't been in anything so big before. Aside from the hospital he and his foster father worked in, but he practically grew up in that hospital, with his poor health he couldn't spend to much time away from it when he was younger.
"Right" the boy spoke to himself "where do I go from here?" He looked between two corridors, they both looked exactly the same. He stopped for a moment, then picked a random path and continued on. While finding the infirmary, he would have to memorize the ships interior, it wouldn't do if he couldn't find his team in a crises, when they might need medical attention, that is what he was there for after all. | Name: Mentis
Age: 14 years, though often mistaken to be older.
Race: Human
Appearance: Mentis is tall for his age, standing at 5'8 tall, with wavy white hair that's just above shoulder length, amber colored eyes, and pale white skin. Though due to an eating disorder, he is greatly underweight.
Mentis wears a brown coat that is to large for him, along with torn, tan baggy pants, and black boots. And a necklace hidden under his coat.
He is often mistaken to be much older than he is, and never really bothers to correct people on this.
Ability type: Mentis has no abilities, though he is an exceptionally good doctor in training, he has been learning since he was very young.
Equipment: Mentis carries a back pack with him at all times, fulled with bandages, ointments, needles and thread for any cuts that need stitches. Along with other basic medicines, and tools of his trade.
Mentis carries no weapons with him.
Personality: TBA
Bio: Mentis had always been a frail human, from the day he was born, with weak lungs and a fragile body. Because of this he was sent to be raised by a doctor's family, who could probably look after him.
By has always been mature for his age, and by nature he is an incredibly friendly and selfless boy, and he could never bring himself to hurt anyone, (not that he could really even lift a weapon in the first place). So despite his frailty, he wanted to help people in what ever way he could, he decided to become a doctor, like the man who had raised him. It was something he found that he was rather good at and, he had a passion for being a doctor, and so learnt quickly the basics of medicine. |
9,374 | 264 | 28 | 1,061 | 393 | In the midst of all Tristan's exploring he started to get the lay of the land. He Just came from the armory which was right next to a small hanger bay, around the corner and down the hall was the infirmary and a little past that was the ships library or computer database. to the other side was lots of crew trenches and computer stations so that the crew could keep the bird in the air, past that was the bridge where everyone congregated and where Arya was at her control panel.
At one point he bumped into Eiko and had a small conversation after apologizing for almost knocking her over. He smiled at her, something he very rarely did and afterwards asked himself why he did that. with no explanation for himself he walk back towards the bridge in a confused, thoughtful manner. He almost kicked Mentis as they both rounded the corner, He again apologized for being so clumsy, even though he very gracefully dodged around Mentis leaving neither of them harmed and asked where he was headed. When he said the infirmary Tristan pointed him in the right direction and went on his way. "This is so bizarre." said Tristan thinking out loud. He took a seat on a bench in a hallway and took a second to inspect all the equipment he had just recently picked up. | Name: Tristan
Age: 217 (life expectancy=700ish) (making him a regular humans equivalent to 31ish)
Race: Augmented Super Human
Appearance: Near 8'7" and weighs close to 400lbs Very Muscular and Toned, Usually wears a Black body suit and any equipment that wont hinder his specific ability for any given mission. He has a face mask he never lifts for an unknown reason. (mask resembles the one "pale rider" wears in SAO II)
Ability type: Dead eye. Never misses a shot. However it takes him a long time to prepare for the shot. He is incredibly talented in Hand-to-hand and other physical combats (swords or any of the such) and has the mental capacity far surpassing the top super computer made by humans due to augmentation.
Equipment: Always carrys sword (resembles Kiritos' Elucidator from SAO I). Has a holographic shield generator equipped on his left arm. Carrys a burst Pistol on right thigh (resembles B23R from Black Ops 2) and any extras they company provides.
Personality: Quiet, Mysterious
Bio: Mysterious, Grew up in the SDF and knows everyone well. Volunteered to work with Arya on her Special Operations team for Operation Thunder Crack.
Other: He has a secret. A secret love.
First character, I hope this meets all reqirements |
9,375 | 264 | 29 | 1,633 | 2,323 | As Arya had rushed into the pilot's seat and began strapping herself in The cloaked girl had wandered into the bridge along with the others, she looked around the room before she noticed something. It was getting cold, really cold, she knew it was getting cold outside but she had thought it to be the work of some fool who had messed with an unseen thermostat, but for it to be affecting the inside of the ship was somewhat concerning. The girl held her arms and rubbed them to warm them up a little.
'who works on the heating in this place?!'
'oh for the love of- it's whoever we're sensing that's causing this!'
'oh...'
The girl had a brief look of realisation on her before her eye's widened in surprise, the ship they were on had come to life as it's engines roared, the vessel shook as it quickly bolted out of the hanger.
"Yah!"
The girl had let out a short cry of surprise as she went tumbling forward from the sudden movement of the ship, it didn't help the she managed to trip on one of the tips of her cloak sending her to the floor with a soft thud. She groaned slightly out of annoyance and she sat on her knee's with a contemplative look under her hood.
'hehehehe-HaHAHAHA!!!'
'shut up! that's not funny!'
'of course it's funny! hahahaha!'
'it wouldn't be funny if it happened to you...'
'that's because it wouldn't happen to me'
'hmp!'
'oh lighten up! come on, it's not like that hurt'
'hey what's that?'
'huh?'
The girl looked out the bridges windows as she felt the magic on the base's defenses began activating, she began to stand up but before she could reach her full height the jets on the bottom of the ship activated forcing it upward. Once again the sudden change in direction caught the better of the girl as she felt herself losing her balance and being pushed back to the floor, landing on her rear with a thump. The girl just sat still with her arms crossed lightly as she pouted under her hood.
'......'
'.........pffff...'
'please don't...'
'... you're making it awfully difficult not to! heh-heh'
As soon as the girl got used to the ship new momentum she got to her feet and made her way over to one of the windows and looked out it, she found herself looking at the walls of the base, her eye's widening slightly at the sight down below.
'wow... that's a lot of monsters...'
'.... we could have taken them'
'I doubt that a little...'
'tch, you shouldn't...'
'well I do!, I know we're strong but... we're not that strong...'
'listen to yourself, you know how powerful we are... if you just let me help nothing could stand in our way! we'd be unstoppable!'
'I told you I'm not doing that again...'
'I keep telling you that was an accident!..... listen... if you ever decide you "might" need my help, I'll be right here... heh, not like I have anywhere else to go...'
'..... I'll think about it...'
'!!... thanks...'
As the ship sped away from Idris The cloaked girl turned around as she listened to the conversation between Eiko and Ayra. She raised a brow at the thought of her having to use a laptop.
'um... you wouldn't happen to know how to use a laptop would you?...'
'um... well, it can't be that hard........ right?...'
Then she hard something about a library.
'who the F*ck puts a library in an airship?'
'well... I guess we could look in the library if she needs us too...'
'aw do we have to?! reading is sooo boring!'
'we cant just sit around and do nothing, they need out help'
'they said they needed us to fight for them!, not to do their research! shouldn't they have already found the info they needed instead of just leaving it up to people they just met?!'
The girl looked down a little and she ever so slightly narrowed her brows.
'we're going to help them as best we can, if that means looking through a few books I think we can manage'
'.... okay fine! lets go read some F*cking books...'
With the team being free to move about the ship the girl looked to Arya for a few moments before heading out of the bridge to look for the supposed library to try and find anything that might help them on their mission. | Name: Majin Eve (or just Eve for short).
Age: ???.
Gender: Female.
Race: Majin (beings created from ancient demonic magic that has been long forgotten).
Eve stands at five and a half feet tall, aside from what clothing that she's already shown wearing, she has black and gold trimmed wristbands, and black slightly pointed boots which her baggy gi pants are tucked into, her boots are also gold trimmed.
Ability Type: Demonic - Though she doesn't know it herself, Majin Eve's abilities and powers are partially fueled by demonic magic/energy since she herself is a being created from ancient demonic magic.
Ki Energy - Though Majin Eve is naturally strong, fast and durable, by using her Ki energy she can increase her strength, speed and durability greatly, as well as use it to fly at incredible speeds.
Ki-Blasts/Beams - Using the well of Ki energy that dwells within her, Majin Eve can fire blasts or beams of Ki energy.
Ki-Sense - Eve is able to sense the location, life force (Ki energy, which is in every living being), and power of anyone if she focuses on it, the stronger and closer the being, the more powerful the sensation.
Candy Beam - Majin Eve fires a beam of magical energy from her center hair head tentacle that can change seemingly anything as small as a pebble to near the size of a large truck into various possible food items, most of which will possibly be desserts or candy, this can be used in battle but it's not nearly as effective at hitting it's target as a Ki Blast/Beam.
Regeneration - Majin Eve has the ability to heal herself and regrow entire limbs or even her whole body in a matter of minutes if it somehow got completely vaporised, but depending on how serous the injury the more energy it takes her to heal herself, and the lower her energy the slower she heals. (this ability does not mean she doesn't feel pain)
Self Biological Manipulation - Majin Eve can stretch her limbs and body to seemingly almost any length and even control parts of her body if they were ever separated from her (from losing an arm to having her body cut in half horizontally from her waist), doing so takes a small amount of her energy.
Healing Power - Majin Eve can heal others but at the cost of her Ki energy, the more serious the injury she's trying to heal, the more energy she uses trying to heal it (the person she's healing has to actually be alive for her to heal them).
Adept Mixed Martial Arts - pretty self explanatory, she knows how to kick butt.
Instant Transmission - Allows her to teleport instantly to any Ki energy signature that she can sense if she focusses on it.
Kaioken - A power boost that draws on her stamina to increase her strength, speed and Ki energy, but puts her at risk of exhausting herself for prolonged use of it.
Energy Charge - By concentrating deeply and drawing from inside herself Majin Eve can recharge her Ki energy, doing so takes time and leaves her vulnerable for attack.
Aside from her durable clothing that would appear to be enchanted as it stretches and heals along with Majin Eve, she has what can be guessed as a glorified technological monocle, the device covers her left ear allowing it to function as a communication device, while the red (presumably) glass piece that covers her left eye acts as V.I.S.R (Visual Intelligence System, Reconnaissance) or H.U.D (Heads-Up Display) with scanning technology allowing it to pick up thermal or energy signatures.
Majin Eve is cheerful and or happy almost 65-70% of the time when she's not fighting, but when she is fighting, depending on the situation, she can get serious, she's also caring about her friends and doesn't like it when she see's innocent people get hurt, she has a liking towards fighting and sparring, and she happens to have a serous sweet tooth. She doesn't like giving up, especially if she's fighting to help save innocent people.
But despite the fact that she tries to be good, she has a darker side to herself that she has some fear towards, being a creation of ancient demonic magic she developed a split personality that is more of less the opposite of herself that is brought out in rare moments of extreme anger or stress, she respectfully called this split personality her demon within, of which she found out that they both had the ability to converse with each other through their thoughts.
Majin Eve doesn't remember much about where she came from, or what she is, all she knew is that one day, she woke up in a crater at night under the faint light of the stars in the middle of a forest miles away from civilisation. Over the course of two and a half weeks of walking through the forest alone in search of something besides more wild animals she learned that she was incredibly strong and fast, not only that but she could manipulate her ki energy to make ki blasts and beams. Shortly after that she learned how to fly through rather painful trail and error, using that new found ability she made way for what seemed like the nearest signs of civilisation.
She learned of her regenerative abilities after her first encounter with some guys who were in a particularly bad mood and didn't want to deal with "a pink freak" like her and thought that they'd just shoot her and be on their way, big mistake on their part since it got the daylights beaten out of them, and then shortly after got them eaten, after having healed from her injuries and defeating the offenders she found out that she was quite hungry, that was when she discovered her Candy Beam. Through later events she also discovered that she could heal others and stretch herself to incredibly long lengths, as well as control her severed limbs, and that she didn't need to breath air, let alone breath at all to live like humans did, but out of habit she does anyway.
Due to Eve's magical biological makeup she's strongly resistant to hazards that would normally kill a human in seconds, like toxins or radiation. |
9,376 | 264 | 30 | 1,061 | 393 | Jainus sighed as he felt the familiar purr of the engines, bracing himself as he realized that the engines were firing up much faster than normal. A sudden shake of the craft as it zoomed out of the hanger caused him to thud against the wall of the hallway next to the crew quarters, where the squad would be sleeping when they could get the chance to do so. As the rumbling settled and the ship glided out to a safe distance, and Jainus regained his footing, he made his way to what might have been a mess hall to get some food and reenergize before the mission.
“God damn… I’m hungry...” Jainus grumbled as he grabbed a bowl of oatmeal and took it with him before venturing the rest of the ship to see what was available to him as far as gaining intel on the mission and if he could run into that girl he had saved earlier before the take off. He figured he’s just eat during his wanderings and take it easy until he was told to fight. The cold within the ship was subsiding as they got further from the base, but it was a bittersweet feeling, knowing that they would see worse that just a chill in the air. Jainus shrugged and ate his partially chilled oatmeal and kept wandering, wondering who he would run into first. | Name: Tristan
Age: 217 (life expectancy=700ish) (making him a regular humans equivalent to 31ish)
Race: Augmented Super Human
Appearance: Near 8'7" and weighs close to 400lbs Very Muscular and Toned, Usually wears a Black body suit and any equipment that wont hinder his specific ability for any given mission. He has a face mask he never lifts for an unknown reason. (mask resembles the one "pale rider" wears in SAO II)
Ability type: Dead eye. Never misses a shot. However it takes him a long time to prepare for the shot. He is incredibly talented in Hand-to-hand and other physical combats (swords or any of the such) and has the mental capacity far surpassing the top super computer made by humans due to augmentation.
Equipment: Always carrys sword (resembles Kiritos' Elucidator from SAO I). Has a holographic shield generator equipped on his left arm. Carrys a burst Pistol on right thigh (resembles B23R from Black Ops 2) and any extras they company provides.
Personality: Quiet, Mysterious
Bio: Mysterious, Grew up in the SDF and knows everyone well. Volunteered to work with Arya on her Special Operations team for Operation Thunder Crack.
Other: He has a secret. A secret love.
First character, I hope this meets all reqirements |
9,377 | 264 | 31 | 1,633 | 2,323 | '...'
'...hmmm...'
'...'
'I'm starting to think that girl was lying about a library being on this ship...'
'yeah... me to...'
The cloaked girl walked around the corridors of the ship with a confused expression as she tried to locate the illusive library.
'... you know what? screw this, lets find something to eat...'
A quiet rumble echoed down the hall the girl was in before she put her right hand on her belly.
'yeah... we'll ask what's her name about the library after we get a bite to eat'
'hopefully the place where the food is kept is easier to find the this damn library'
The cloaked girl gave up on trying to find the supposed library and began her search for sustenance.
BANG
The cloaked girl froze in place as the sound of a gunshot rang down the hall, she quickly turned around to face the direction of the sound.
'that's not good...'
'oh no!'
Without hesitation she ran towards the sounds origin as fast as she could.
A rather large armored being was quietly walking down one of the halls of the ship, light reflected off it's armored body as it moved, it's heavy foot falls somehow managing to stay silent. As it rounded a corner it noticed a man sitting on a bench working on a firearm, the armored being then began walking towards the man. With little warning the mans weapon went off and fired a round into the hall, the bullet seemed damn near possessed as it danced around the metal corridor, ricocheting off the walls before finding it's target. The mans head jerked from the impact as the projectile pierced clean through his skull while making a mess of the wall behind him before proceeding to speed down the hall only to ricochet once more, the bullet raced towards the large being's head only to be stopped cold in it's armored hand bringing it's rampage to an end.
The armored man clenched it's hand tightly before lowering it's hand to it's side, dropping the crushed bullet to the floor. The armored man walked towards the unfortunate casualty and kneeled, bringing it's left hand to the mans face to close his eye's. The armored man then stood before looking down the hall to it's right, either oblivious or ignore the red liquid it got on it's hands from the fallen crew member.
'c'mon hurry up! we have to get there before what's his name does!'
'what does it matter if he gets there before us?! someone needs our!... o-our...'
The cloaked girl had finally arrived at the gunshots origin, and she wasn't expecting what she seen. A tall armored man stood in front of one of her teammates with it's left hand dripping blood. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took a shocked step back, one of the people on her team, one who was specifically selected for this mission because of their abilities, was now dead at the hands of an armored giant. She wasn't so much socked at the fact that a teammate that she hardly knew was just killed. What had her backing up was that this large and somewhat intimidating armored being who somehow got onto the ship without anyone knowing, just killed one of her teammates and she didn't know how it did it, or how powerful it was.
'whoa... he looks tough...'
'what should we do?!'
'well obviously we kick his *ss! and teach him not to mess with us!'
'what?!'
'you heard me!'
The girl grit her teeth as she narrowed her eye's, though she seemed focused she was actually having an internal debate. Meanwhile the Armored man tilted it's head slightly before looking at it's left hand, noticing the red substance slowly dripping away it help it along and shook off the remaining liquid. Knowing that the situation looked bad the being took a few steps towards the cloaked girl, stopping after said few steps before trying to explain itself.
"hey... calm down, this isn't what it looks like..."
The man calmly explained through it's helmet's external speakers while he somewhat raised his hands in a surrendering manner, The girl seemed to focus as she narrowed her eye's slightly.
"okay... why don't you tell me what happened then?"
'what are you doing?! attack him while he's off guard before he tries to kill us to!'
She asked as calmly as she could, her eyes looked like they were having a little difficulty staying on the armored man.
"it was an accident, his weapon misfired while he was working on it... it ricocheted and... you can see the results..."
With that said the armored man looked to the deceased crewmember's body before looking back to the cloaked girl while lowering his arms to his sides. The girl loosened up slightly before she looked around the hall, noticing the small dents in the walls, floor, and ceiling of the corridor, then there was what she guessed looked like a crushed bullet on the floor a few feet from the armored being.
'that's a total coincidence that those dents were there! there's no way that could've of happened! look how many times the bullet would have had to ricochet!'
'look at the evidence... his story checks out... he's not holding a weapon, and our teammate's weapon looks like it was behind worked on... and look! right there on our teammates gun! the place were the casings come out looks scorched as if something went wrong!'
"I know it may sound a little farfetched, but it's true, you can check the security recordings for proof"
'tch...'
The cloaked girl raised a brow before the armored man motioned with his head towards one of the cameras at the end of the hall. With a bit of hesitation she eased up as she calmed down.
"well... innocent until proven guilty right? I think that's how the saying goes..."
'ugh this is so lame!'
The armored man nodded his head slightly as he spoke in a tone that somehow portrayed him smiling.
"yeah, that's the right way to say it"
'okay, lets say he didn't kill that guy, we still don't know who is he and why he's here...'
The girls widened her eye's slightly as a thought came to her, she then tensed up slightly.
"wait, who exactly are you? you weren't mentioned as one of the people who'd be here for this mission so why are you here?!"
She exclaimed accusingly while pointing towards him, also accusingly. The armored man didn't seem fazed by this as he answered calmly.
"The name's John, and would you believe me if I said I just wanted to help? I got word of your mission from a reliable source and I thought I'd lend a hand..."
John said as he looked back to the dead teammate before looking back to the cloaked girl.
"considering you're now missing two..."
He said somewhat grimly, the girl winced slightly.
"I'd be a little hard pressed to believe you... but... you seem honest... don't make me regret this, because if you do I'll make sure you regret it more!"
The girl exclaimed in what she would call a tough tone.
'ough... that was so bad...'
'shut up! I'm doing me best here!'
'still bad~'
John chuckled lightly as he smiled under his helmet.
"I promise I wont make you regret it"
Once again The girl calmed down, though she was still a little untrusting towards John, which was a little obvious with the look she was giving him.
"well, I should probably see the captain of this ship, let them know I'm here to help"
John said in a relaxed tone as he looked down the halls before looking to the cloaked girl.
"you wouldn't happen to know where they are do you?"
"oh, yeah she's in the... the um... um.."
'the bridge...'
"the bridge?"
"The Bridge! yes! that's what I was going to say... eh-heh-heh...hehe..."
The girl said with a smile as she chuckled sheepishly before she calmed down. She let out a small sigh before she began walking down the hall they were in with a small smile. John followed her shortly after, and was slightly surprised when he heard a low rumble coming from the girl in front of him.
"uh... c-could we get stop to get something to eat first? I'm kind of starving..."
'pff.... if it wasn't for the fact I didn't trust the guy behind us, I would be laughing right about now... heh-heh-heh-heh....'
The girl said in an embarrassed tone as she looked to John, who smiled under his helmet and nodded to her.
"sure, I could go for something to eat right about now, we'll find the captain after"
"great!"
She said cheerfully as she proceeded to lead John on the search for food.
"oh... I guess I forgot to mention it earlier, my name's Majin Eve"
"it's nice to meet you Eve"
John replied in a friendly tone as he followed Eve down the halls of the ship. | Name: Majin Eve (or just Eve for short).
Age: ???.
Gender: Female.
Race: Majin (beings created from ancient demonic magic that has been long forgotten).
Eve stands at five and a half feet tall, aside from what clothing that she's already shown wearing, she has black and gold trimmed wristbands, and black slightly pointed boots which her baggy gi pants are tucked into, her boots are also gold trimmed.
Ability Type: Demonic - Though she doesn't know it herself, Majin Eve's abilities and powers are partially fueled by demonic magic/energy since she herself is a being created from ancient demonic magic.
Ki Energy - Though Majin Eve is naturally strong, fast and durable, by using her Ki energy she can increase her strength, speed and durability greatly, as well as use it to fly at incredible speeds.
Ki-Blasts/Beams - Using the well of Ki energy that dwells within her, Majin Eve can fire blasts or beams of Ki energy.
Ki-Sense - Eve is able to sense the location, life force (Ki energy, which is in every living being), and power of anyone if she focuses on it, the stronger and closer the being, the more powerful the sensation.
Candy Beam - Majin Eve fires a beam of magical energy from her center hair head tentacle that can change seemingly anything as small as a pebble to near the size of a large truck into various possible food items, most of which will possibly be desserts or candy, this can be used in battle but it's not nearly as effective at hitting it's target as a Ki Blast/Beam.
Regeneration - Majin Eve has the ability to heal herself and regrow entire limbs or even her whole body in a matter of minutes if it somehow got completely vaporised, but depending on how serous the injury the more energy it takes her to heal herself, and the lower her energy the slower she heals. (this ability does not mean she doesn't feel pain)
Self Biological Manipulation - Majin Eve can stretch her limbs and body to seemingly almost any length and even control parts of her body if they were ever separated from her (from losing an arm to having her body cut in half horizontally from her waist), doing so takes a small amount of her energy.
Healing Power - Majin Eve can heal others but at the cost of her Ki energy, the more serious the injury she's trying to heal, the more energy she uses trying to heal it (the person she's healing has to actually be alive for her to heal them).
Adept Mixed Martial Arts - pretty self explanatory, she knows how to kick butt.
Instant Transmission - Allows her to teleport instantly to any Ki energy signature that she can sense if she focusses on it.
Kaioken - A power boost that draws on her stamina to increase her strength, speed and Ki energy, but puts her at risk of exhausting herself for prolonged use of it.
Energy Charge - By concentrating deeply and drawing from inside herself Majin Eve can recharge her Ki energy, doing so takes time and leaves her vulnerable for attack.
Aside from her durable clothing that would appear to be enchanted as it stretches and heals along with Majin Eve, she has what can be guessed as a glorified technological monocle, the device covers her left ear allowing it to function as a communication device, while the red (presumably) glass piece that covers her left eye acts as V.I.S.R (Visual Intelligence System, Reconnaissance) or H.U.D (Heads-Up Display) with scanning technology allowing it to pick up thermal or energy signatures.
Majin Eve is cheerful and or happy almost 65-70% of the time when she's not fighting, but when she is fighting, depending on the situation, she can get serious, she's also caring about her friends and doesn't like it when she see's innocent people get hurt, she has a liking towards fighting and sparring, and she happens to have a serous sweet tooth. She doesn't like giving up, especially if she's fighting to help save innocent people.
But despite the fact that she tries to be good, she has a darker side to herself that she has some fear towards, being a creation of ancient demonic magic she developed a split personality that is more of less the opposite of herself that is brought out in rare moments of extreme anger or stress, she respectfully called this split personality her demon within, of which she found out that they both had the ability to converse with each other through their thoughts.
Majin Eve doesn't remember much about where she came from, or what she is, all she knew is that one day, she woke up in a crater at night under the faint light of the stars in the middle of a forest miles away from civilisation. Over the course of two and a half weeks of walking through the forest alone in search of something besides more wild animals she learned that she was incredibly strong and fast, not only that but she could manipulate her ki energy to make ki blasts and beams. Shortly after that she learned how to fly through rather painful trail and error, using that new found ability she made way for what seemed like the nearest signs of civilisation.
She learned of her regenerative abilities after her first encounter with some guys who were in a particularly bad mood and didn't want to deal with "a pink freak" like her and thought that they'd just shoot her and be on their way, big mistake on their part since it got the daylights beaten out of them, and then shortly after got them eaten, after having healed from her injuries and defeating the offenders she found out that she was quite hungry, that was when she discovered her Candy Beam. Through later events she also discovered that she could heal others and stretch herself to incredibly long lengths, as well as control her severed limbs, and that she didn't need to breath air, let alone breath at all to live like humans did, but out of habit she does anyway.
Due to Eve's magical biological makeup she's strongly resistant to hazards that would normally kill a human in seconds, like toxins or radiation. |
9,378 | 264 | 32 | 1,370 | 1,861 | After he had located and sussed out the infirmary, feeling confident in his abilities now that he knew where everything was. The weak little boy left again and decided to make his way back to the bridge, where he knew everyone else was at the moment, to see what was going on and if they were out of immediate danger yet.
He found his way around a little easier, and didn't bump into anyone on the way, making him wonder if there was anyone else on bored the ship, aside from them. Soon found himself back at the bridge, though not knowing what to do, he just shrunk into the background, and chose to observe for a while, deciding that he wouldn't be all to useful at the moment, since he didn't know how to fly an airship and all that.
"I do wonder what is going on" He spoke quietly to himself as he moved out of someone's way, then moved forward to see what their leader was doing, before moving to look out the windows. | Name: Mentis
Age: 14 years, though often mistaken to be older.
Race: Human
Appearance: Mentis is tall for his age, standing at 5'8 tall, with wavy white hair that's just above shoulder length, amber colored eyes, and pale white skin. Though due to an eating disorder, he is greatly underweight.
Mentis wears a brown coat that is to large for him, along with torn, tan baggy pants, and black boots. And a necklace hidden under his coat.
He is often mistaken to be much older than he is, and never really bothers to correct people on this.
Ability type: Mentis has no abilities, though he is an exceptionally good doctor in training, he has been learning since he was very young.
Equipment: Mentis carries a back pack with him at all times, fulled with bandages, ointments, needles and thread for any cuts that need stitches. Along with other basic medicines, and tools of his trade.
Mentis carries no weapons with him.
Personality: TBA
Bio: Mentis had always been a frail human, from the day he was born, with weak lungs and a fragile body. Because of this he was sent to be raised by a doctor's family, who could probably look after him.
By has always been mature for his age, and by nature he is an incredibly friendly and selfless boy, and he could never bring himself to hurt anyone, (not that he could really even lift a weapon in the first place). So despite his frailty, he wanted to help people in what ever way he could, he decided to become a doctor, like the man who had raised him. It was something he found that he was rather good at and, he had a passion for being a doctor, and so learnt quickly the basics of medicine. |
9,379 | 264 | 33 | 2,285 | 5,789 | When the gunshot rang out, Eiko's ears perked up, like a dog hearing a sound far away, or like a wolf hearing it's prey; Eiko silently began leaving the bridge, she didn't bother telling where she was going, she felt that the captain would notice she was gone sooner or later; Eiko passed by the shy boy, before going off to investigate the gunshot that she heard earlier, the moment she felt she found where the sound came from she saw the majin once again, along with two others that were taller than her in armor.
Eiko watched the group before they left heading for the bridge, when they were gone, Eiko investigated the area. She noticed the body, the bullet casing, and the weapon, she took the weapon from the dead man's hands and checked the gun's magazine, she noticed that one of the bullets were spent." I guess he wasn't experienced. Rule one of gun safety is to clean your weapon with the safety on. I rather not clean this up." Eiko put the gun back into the guy's hands. She counted herself lucky she was wearing gloves, because she didn't want to be blamed for the death of the crew member, as she turned around going back to patrolling the ship she spoke to nobody in particular." One dead before we could even do this mission. That's a new record." | Name: Eiko Hunter
Age:?
Race: Human
Appearance: Eiko stands at the height of 5'7, and weighs around 111 lbs, she has a fair skin tone with dark raven colored hair that nearly reaches her shoulders and with some of her hair hanging in between her eyes, she has thin dark eyebrows, she has sapphire colored eyes that turn red when she gets angered, she has thin pink lips, with a small nose and thin eyebrows over top of her eyes. Eiko has a thin Ectomorph build with no real muscles, Eiko has thin and somewhat long limbs, she has an average size bust for someone her age.
Eiko wears a simple grey oppai t-shirt with dark colored cargo pants over her shirt she wears a black bulletproof protective vest, on her elbows and knees she wears knee and elbow pads, on her hands she wears gloves with the fingers cut off.
Skills:
Expert marksmen
Agile
skilled swordsmen
Weapons:
Personality:No matter the situation she is in, Eiko always seems to maintain a tired stoic emotionless expression on her face besides an occasional glare at someone when they annoy her. Eiko even speaks in an emotionless tone to add to her emotionless like persona, Eiko can be very blunt never holding back on her opinions or ideas when asked.The stoic girl has a tendency to make what she does sound a little poetic in a way and reminisce about her upbringing.
Other:Nothing else for now |
9,380 | 265 | 0 | 1,970 | 1,259 | Natalia Halden stared blankly at the bottom of her empty glass. It was the fifth one she had drained that day, yet the alcohol had done nothing to stimulate her brain. A thousand plans ran through her head, but none showed themselves to be effective for the job at hand. She set the glass down in front of her and took out her cell phone. Flipping it open to the "Contacts" screen, her eyes scanned the page. This simple action revealed what she had long before determined to be the main source of her problems.
Gallagher Industries, her current target, was what one would call... evil beyond all reason. These guys had no morals. They lied stole, and bribed their way to the top of the markets. And they certainly didn't care about who they stepped on to get there. That was Natalia's job. She fought for the trampled.
Unfortunately, taking on Gallagher wasn't exactly a one-man job. She had a thief on call, but aside from him her contacts gave little promise. It wasn't like she could call any of her buddies from the agency, her work not being legal. Besides, it would be a long time before she trusted them again. At this point, it looked like she'd have to go recruiting. Still, fist things first, she'd have to inform the team she already had. She scrolled down in her contacts list until she came upon the name she was looking for.
_
"Hey Jack,"_ she spoke into the phone as it stopped ringing, _"We've got a job to do."_ | Name: Thomas Rivera
Nicknames:
Role: The Hitter
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Personality: Rivera is angry all the time. His temper is hot and extremely dangerous. Fortunately, he is also a master of control. Although he can be prodded to frustration and annoyance fairly easily, it takes a concerted effort to drive him to all out anger. Once that happens, all hell breaks loose.
Early on, Rivera learned to channel his massive temper into controlled, directed bursts of violence used for a purpose. In spite of his early years as an assassin, he now prefers to leave his opponents alive whenever possible. That doesn't mean he won't hesitate to kill if he feels he has to in order to survive or to protect someone he cares for.
The list of people he cares about is short. His word is his bond. It takes quite a lot to impress Rivera and even more to earn his trust. Once his trust is earned, he would follow you right into the gates of Hell if necessary.
He is an animal lover and extremely protective of children. He does not like guns, although he is an expert in their use. He is also highly intelligent, although he plays his intelligence down in most situations. Being underestimated, more often than not, plays to his advantage.
Skills: Master level chef
Fighting Sytles: Boxing, Muay Thai, Jujitsu, Krav Maga, Kickboxing, eskrima, panantuken, Kenpo Karate (7th Degree Black Belt), and Aikido (5th Degree Black Belt)
Intentionally does what is necessary to give an impression that he is weaker than he is
Skilled swordsman
Strategist
Accurate throwing ability whether its darts or pebbles.
Knife expert
Skilled Marksman
Weaknesses: Despises most technology
Highly paranoid
Susceptible to neurolinguistic programming
Bio: He lived a remarkably boring life. He showed absolutely no signs of interest in military service. Then one day he disappeared without a word. After several years he joined a black ops program that worked closely with the CIA, at that point most of his official file becomes blacked out. His last mission was fubar from the get go. He was the only survivor but he allowed them to think he was dead. He retired and started to live the quiet life in a little village, but an African general came into the village recruiting, raping, and killing anyone who refused him. Rivera bided his time, waited till general was down for the night, he then worked his way through the soldiers and finally ending the general's life with the tin cup on the bedside table. The general was the first son of the country's leader; Rivera was forced to flee the country. He is currently wanted in six countries with a combined bounty of $700,000. After wracking up his fourth bounty & sixth warrant he returned to the United States for the first time since completing basic training. |
9,381 | 265 | 1 | 266 | 113 | Jack Savage took a deep breath and smiled mischeviously to himself, it had been much easier than he had anticipated, the target had actually provided somewhat of a challenge to the thief, the lasers had worked on a truly random grid pattern and the dogs had almost distracted him long enough with their rough tongues and fuzzy ears. Jack licked his lips and widened his smile as he finally took his prize. It was then that the calming tune of his phone ringer rhythmically wove its way through the air to his ears, "SomeBODY once told me...."
"Jack here" Jack responded as he took his phone out of his pocket, putting the target under his arm as he heard Natalia'a smooth voice come through the cellphone
"On my way boss, be there in a couple hours" Jack closed the phone and put it back in his pocket as he headed for the exit, making his way through the lasers and dogs and camera blindspots with an unprecedented ease, passing a guard on the outside he approached the front desk clerk and asked a simple question "They probably won't let me take this on the plane, huh? Here ya go, also, play with Fuzzball and Rexy every now and then, dear god...." after kissing the priceless painting, Jack walked away from the baffled and stunned Security guard, still ranting, hands in his pockets, and whistling a tune, he hopped into his car and waved good-bye to the tall pyramid-shaped building as he drove to the airport and boarded the next plane for the states. | Name: Natalia Halden
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Archetype: Mastermind
Personality: Natalia is a control freak. She's comfortable when she's in charge of the situation, and does everything she can to remain that way. Slightly arrogant at times, she has complete faith in herself. Although she knows that she is committing crimes, she still considers herself a good guy. As far as Natalia is concerned, it isn't her fault that the police and their justice system are useless, at least without a little help. She expects trust and obedience from those she works with, and becomes quite annoyed when it isn't given. She has problems (many of which are pride- related), but she refuses to acknowledge them. She hates showing weakness, and will never admit that someone is smarter than her. Fortunately for her, most people aren't.
Appearance: Natalia has dark, curly hair and blue eyes. She rarely smiles, unless it's for a cover. Practicality is of far greater importance to her than appearance, and she generally wears professional garb. Standing about 5'8, she isn't generally imposing. However, she is perfectly capable of intimidation. She has a well-built muscular structure due to her training with the FBI.
Weapons and Equipment: 9mm handgun, standard police issue
Skills: Brilliant Tactician
Knowledge of Police Procedure
Undercover Experience
Weaknesses: Extreme Distrust of Police
Minimal Computer Skills (She can use Google, that's about it.)
Over-Confidence
Obsessed With Control
History: Natalia was a cop. One of the best, in fact. She worked with the FBI for 6 years as a field agent, and at some point was assigned to hunt down most of her current team members. She was a highly respected member of the force. That is, until her partner was shot. She searched for the shooter for nearly a year, but to no avail. Her success in the past contrasted with her failure in this case not only messed with her head, but made those around her suspicious. The fact that they had both been in line for the same promotion did not help her case. Natalia was accused of murder. Still, she believed in the justice system. There was no concrete evidence against her, mainly because she hadn't done it. When the trial came, however, the prosecution had fabricated all kinds of evidence. They said that her gun matched his wounds, that they had been arguing before heading out on the mission. None of this was true. Her own lawyer did just as much lying to combat it. While she was eventually acquitted, the whole process disgusted her. The system had let her down.
It was then that Natalia began looking into other cases, solved and unsolved. The more she saw, the more horrified she became. Rich people got away with murder in exchange for information. Smuggling rings were discovered but never broken down. This agency that she had been a proud part of for so long was useless. She even found evidence that suggested her partner had found corruption within the agency itself. That was why he had been killed, and she had been framed. Revolted by the people she had once trusted with her life, she resigned. She would never trust her government again. So she lost herself in misery and confusion, desperately trying to regain control of everything, her own life included. She waited for some way to make up for the corruption of the system, some way to actually help people. |
9,382 | 265 | 2 | 37 | 1,038 | Fox sat in a dimly lit bar, her pink lips pressed lightly against a glass of single malt scotch she'd gotten from the gentleman across the way. Her sapphire eyes were lost as she stared off into space with look of discontent and boredom. As a man slid into the chair beside her she snapped out of her daze and pinned her eyes on the man who'd boughten her the scotch which she now held relaxed between her forefinger and thumb, her left leg was propped up on the table at a ninty degree angle with her black high heel resting against the fake cherry wood and she felt no need to remove it as the man set his own drink on the table eyed her leg hungerly "How's that scotch treating you? I hope it's not to strong" a sly smile played at his lips as he lifted his glass to his mouth taking a long pull of the brandy. Rivrin smiled softly taking her own scotch and swirling it around before drinking from the glasses contents, she knew he was hoping to take her home, and that the scotch would make her buzzed enough to make her come willingly, the thing he didn't know was she was actually rather good at holding her alcohol considering how delicate and small her body was.
She let the power of a full smile sweep across her face as she rested the glass on her suspended knee "the scotch is very good, and thank you by the way, though I don't know how I'm gonna get home now as surely I can't drive" she let a small pout become apparent in the set of her mouth. She watched as the twinkle in the man's eyes became more prominent "I could always take you home? If you'd like?"
She smiled once more her eyes lighting up "Oh that'd be great thank you! My name is Rivrin by the way" she blushed as the man's gaze scanned her body thoroughly "My name is Alex, wanna dance?" He gestured to the small dance floor that was playing some up beat music, with a nod Rivrin stood following Alex across the bar to where the music was playing, he wrapped his arms around her with no added delay and pulled her body close.
To easy, she thought as she slipped his wallet out of his pocket as they swayed, she pocketed his cash and replaced the leather fold back in his pants before pulling away from him gesturing to the little girls room and sauntering her way across the bar before slipping into the bathroom. | Name: Riverin Valhalla
Nickname: Fox
Role: The Grifter
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:!( "enter image title here")
Personality: Fox is extremely friendly and very approachable, she's definitely a people person and a social butterfly. She almost always gets her way using whatever method possible but for the most part her friendly happy personality gets her what she wants, helps that she's attractive. She has a no trust policy even though every one readily trusts her, she has a knack for knowing every bit of gossip on the street and a quick silver tongue to guide the way. Fox's eyes miss nothing and she lets no opportunity pass her by.
Skills:
Speedy Silver Tongue
High Charisma
She's fast on her feet and always ready
Charming
Great Actress
Great Escapist
Weakness: Getting caught. Fox doesn't have any weapons or means of defense other than her persuasion
Bio: Fox lived with her drunken father until the age of 12 when she ran away and began living on the streets, life was hard and she rarely got a meal in her tummy, she made a thief friend who taught her how to quickly use her persuasion skills and non threatening dimeanor to get her way, after her friend disappeared down an ally never to be seen again Fox has been using her quick wits and talents to get her the food she eats, the clothes she wears and any thing else she so desires. She prefers to go by Fox. |
9,383 | 265 | 3 | 157 | 3,054 | James hummed as he nibbled on a hot pocket, his computer was currently cracking into a few different million peoples accounts, stealing a penny from each. He would have another few million in a couple of minutes as he worked forging paperwork and online documents relating to a front company he used to show where his money came from, mixing it in with his family's fortune no one would be the wiser.
After that he got up and headed to the bathroom, this week he would do purple, yeah purple dye in the hair. He sang softly as he began work dying his hair. A few hours later with a new look he grabbed his sunglasses and headed outside, he was young, rich, and powerful so obviously he drove a Ferrari, a California model to be exact. Grinning he accelerated down the mountain road enjoying his sweet ride. Sadly he would be bored in a few hours, he needed a challenge, something that tested his talents. | Name: James Eli
Nicknames: Captain Computer
Role: The Hacker
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance:
, and Aikido (5th Degree Black Belt)
Intentionally does what is necessary to give an impression that he is weaker than he is
Skilled swordsman
Strategist
Accurate throwing ability whether its darts or pebbles.
Knife expert
Skilled Marksman
Weaknesses: Despises most technology
Highly paranoid
Susceptible to neurolinguistic programming
Bio: He lived a remarkably boring life. He showed absolutely no signs of interest in military service. Then one day he disappeared without a word. After several years he joined a black ops program that worked closely with the CIA, at that point most of his official file becomes blacked out. His last mission was fubar from the get go. He was the only survivor but he allowed them to think he was dead. He retired and started to live the quiet life in a little village, but an African general came into the village recruiting, raping, and killing anyone who refused him. Rivera bided his time, waited till general was down for the night, he then worked his way through the soldiers and finally ending the general's life with the tin cup on the bedside table. The general was the first son of the country's leader; Rivera was forced to flee the country. He is currently wanted in six countries with a combined bounty of $700,000. After wracking up his fourth bounty & sixth warrant he returned to the United States for the first time since completing basic training. |
9,385 | 265 | 5 | 266 | 113 | As Natalia waited for Jack's arrival, she wracked her brain once more for an answer. Rifling through some of the research she had, she found herself wishing she had taken that computer course they had offered at the academy. The Google search bar could really only get her so far. From what she currently had on Korban Teidmann, CEO of Gallagher Industries, there was only a few things about him she could tell for certain. One of which was that the man was incredibly vain. In fact, Teidmann was what one could call image-obsessed.
Based on this fact, Natalia knew the perfect con to run. Unfortunately, it was a five-man job. She remembered her undercover days as a white-collar "criminal," wishing for about the thousandth time that day that she could go back, that what had been such a large part of her life wasn't over. Then she would have had backup, and a machine for making government-level fake ID's. Oh, how useful that machine would be now...
Of course, there could be no going back. She'd have to find backup by some other means, criminal means, most likely. Natalia knew from past experience that she could count of Jack, but criminals with a desire to help people were hard to come by.
So how do you get a bunch of criminals to work together on a job? The answer to that was simple: money. Unfortunately, Natalia didn't happen to have much of that particular substance. Then it hit her.
**I don't have money...** she thought. **But Gallagher Industries does.** | Name: Natalia Halden
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Archetype: Mastermind
Personality: Natalia is a control freak. She's comfortable when she's in charge of the situation, and does everything she can to remain that way. Slightly arrogant at times, she has complete faith in herself. Although she knows that she is committing crimes, she still considers herself a good guy. As far as Natalia is concerned, it isn't her fault that the police and their justice system are useless, at least without a little help. She expects trust and obedience from those she works with, and becomes quite annoyed when it isn't given. She has problems (many of which are pride- related), but she refuses to acknowledge them. She hates showing weakness, and will never admit that someone is smarter than her. Fortunately for her, most people aren't.
Appearance: Natalia has dark, curly hair and blue eyes. She rarely smiles, unless it's for a cover. Practicality is of far greater importance to her than appearance, and she generally wears professional garb. Standing about 5'8, she isn't generally imposing. However, she is perfectly capable of intimidation. She has a well-built muscular structure due to her training with the FBI.
Weapons and Equipment: 9mm handgun, standard police issue
Skills: Brilliant Tactician
Knowledge of Police Procedure
Undercover Experience
Weaknesses: Extreme Distrust of Police
Minimal Computer Skills (She can use Google, that's about it.)
Over-Confidence
Obsessed With Control
History: Natalia was a cop. One of the best, in fact. She worked with the FBI for 6 years as a field agent, and at some point was assigned to hunt down most of her current team members. She was a highly respected member of the force. That is, until her partner was shot. She searched for the shooter for nearly a year, but to no avail. Her success in the past contrasted with her failure in this case not only messed with her head, but made those around her suspicious. The fact that they had both been in line for the same promotion did not help her case. Natalia was accused of murder. Still, she believed in the justice system. There was no concrete evidence against her, mainly because she hadn't done it. When the trial came, however, the prosecution had fabricated all kinds of evidence. They said that her gun matched his wounds, that they had been arguing before heading out on the mission. None of this was true. Her own lawyer did just as much lying to combat it. While she was eventually acquitted, the whole process disgusted her. The system had let her down.
It was then that Natalia began looking into other cases, solved and unsolved. The more she saw, the more horrified she became. Rich people got away with murder in exchange for information. Smuggling rings were discovered but never broken down. This agency that she had been a proud part of for so long was useless. She even found evidence that suggested her partner had found corruption within the agency itself. That was why he had been killed, and she had been framed. Revolted by the people she had once trusted with her life, she resigned. She would never trust her government again. So she lost herself in misery and confusion, desperately trying to regain control of everything, her own life included. She waited for some way to make up for the corruption of the system, some way to actually help people. |
9,386 | 265 | 6 | 266 | 113 | Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock? Natalia asked, sidestepping Jack's question. She laughed. After all, it was silly to expect a master thief to knock before entering. Still, she wished he'd quit picking the lock. If he kept that up, she'd end up having to replace it.
She pulled another glass out from under the coffee table, pouring one more drink while smiling to herself. She looked up at Jack, who still held her previous cup in his hands. It was nice to know that she could still predict his actions, even if he was on her side now. After all, knowing how people react to different situations was a part of her job. What he didn't seem to understand was that the alcohol kept her sane, or at least close to it. Without it she became bitter, and rather intimidating.
"Gallagher Industries, Jack- they're the problem." She reached below the table once more, this time pulling out a box of old case files. "These guys are powerful, and I don't think you and I can take them on alone. | Name: Natalia Halden
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Archetype: Mastermind
Personality: Natalia is a control freak. She's comfortable when she's in charge of the situation, and does everything she can to remain that way. Slightly arrogant at times, she has complete faith in herself. Although she knows that she is committing crimes, she still considers herself a good guy. As far as Natalia is concerned, it isn't her fault that the police and their justice system are useless, at least without a little help. She expects trust and obedience from those she works with, and becomes quite annoyed when it isn't given. She has problems (many of which are pride- related), but she refuses to acknowledge them. She hates showing weakness, and will never admit that someone is smarter than her. Fortunately for her, most people aren't.
Appearance: Natalia has dark, curly hair and blue eyes. She rarely smiles, unless it's for a cover. Practicality is of far greater importance to her than appearance, and she generally wears professional garb. Standing about 5'8, she isn't generally imposing. However, she is perfectly capable of intimidation. She has a well-built muscular structure due to her training with the FBI.
Weapons and Equipment: 9mm handgun, standard police issue
Skills: Brilliant Tactician
Knowledge of Police Procedure
Undercover Experience
Weaknesses: Extreme Distrust of Police
Minimal Computer Skills (She can use Google, that's about it.)
Over-Confidence
Obsessed With Control
History: Natalia was a cop. One of the best, in fact. She worked with the FBI for 6 years as a field agent, and at some point was assigned to hunt down most of her current team members. She was a highly respected member of the force. That is, until her partner was shot. She searched for the shooter for nearly a year, but to no avail. Her success in the past contrasted with her failure in this case not only messed with her head, but made those around her suspicious. The fact that they had both been in line for the same promotion did not help her case. Natalia was accused of murder. Still, she believed in the justice system. There was no concrete evidence against her, mainly because she hadn't done it. When the trial came, however, the prosecution had fabricated all kinds of evidence. They said that her gun matched his wounds, that they had been arguing before heading out on the mission. None of this was true. Her own lawyer did just as much lying to combat it. While she was eventually acquitted, the whole process disgusted her. The system had let her down.
It was then that Natalia began looking into other cases, solved and unsolved. The more she saw, the more horrified she became. Rich people got away with murder in exchange for information. Smuggling rings were discovered but never broken down. This agency that she had been a proud part of for so long was useless. She even found evidence that suggested her partner had found corruption within the agency itself. That was why he had been killed, and she had been framed. Revolted by the people she had once trusted with her life, she resigned. She would never trust her government again. So she lost herself in misery and confusion, desperately trying to regain control of everything, her own life included. She waited for some way to make up for the corruption of the system, some way to actually help people. |
9,387 | 266 | 0 | 397 | 2,210 | A creamy yellowish haired girl wearing a black outfit which is somewhat revealing looks on over the hill as she questions her surroundings. She isn't entirely sure where she is at since she was forced to eject before the ship crashed into the earthen like surface. She peers around her surroundings as large wooden structures in the form of trees are within her glimpse as she closely examines them for any encounters that may be hidden in them. She surveys these trees from top to bottom as they stretch into the vast watery sea known as the sky that is above her. Her escape pod she evacuated in along with another red haired woman stands right behind her in complete ruin. Mechanical parts and wires are scattered throughout the ground on the hillside she stands upon as she continues to look into the forest. She turns toward the red haired individual as she asks her turning her attention from the vast forest ahead of toward the red haired girl who accompanied her in her capsule as she sighs a bit irritated, "Just my luck. We had to land out in the middle of nowhere and now we don't even know where we are." She paused then turned her attention toward Erica looking very upset and displeased with her accompanying her, "Why did you come with me? I am perfectly fine on my own. I don't need you babysitting me!" She barked at Erica as she tapped her foot down in outrage since she had no idea where she was or what to do at that exact moment. She wasn't sure what planet they crashed on. The group didn't have time to confirm exactly where they were when their ship encountered some kind of fatal engine failure. She was luckily able to escape before it crashed. She wondered if the others were all right even though she didn't really show it at the moment since it bothered her that they were stranded. | Name: Asura Lin
Description: Asura is a tall, proud Feline Nekrian. She has dark red hair that also covers her cat-like ears and tail. She has a very slender frame. Her features are typically smooth, and she has some-what pale, smooth skin, though in stark contrast to this is a scar on her left cheek.
Apparel: She rarely wears the same outfit more than one a week at most, however her casual clothes typically are long, colorful dresses. When working, she typically wears a long pale blue dress shirt and long pants with gloves.
Demigod Form : N/A
Age : 27
Race : Nekrian (Feline)
Gender : Female
Alignment : Lawful Neutral
Interest : Sowing, Sarcastic Wit
Favorite Interest: Beauty
Dislike : Wanton Destruction
Person of Interest : N/A
Best friend : N/A
Rival : N/A
Most Hated Word : "Lady"
Quote : "All life, no matter how annoying, deserves to live. That does not mean I should make their life any easier."
Important Life of Value : The sanctity of life.
Favorite Food : Caramel
Ambition : To make beauty were there was none before.
Sin Guilty of Most : Pride
Title :
Combat Style : Weaken, Ensnare, Finish
Weapon Preference : Her own clothes
Weapon Name : N/A
Egis : She currently does not have one due to her being relatively new to the team
Egis : See above
Magic System : Natural
Element : N/A
Weakness : Inferno
Magical Level : C-
Special Skills : She uses a form of natural magic known as Spiderweaving. In essence, it involves the conjuration of magical strings, or to enchant existing strings. Using this form of magic, she turns all of her clothing, no matter how impractical fighting gear they might seem at first, in to both a powerful armor and a dangerous weapon. In addition, she may use her natural magic to heal wounds, though not as well as certain other magics allow.
Personality : She is typically cold, harsh, and sarcastic. However, even though she will usually not vocalize it, will act to protect to weak and oppressed, even if means bidding her time until she is in a position of power. She has a distaste for Caanites, but tolerates Axel due to his own patheticness, but still comes off especially cold towards him.
Biography : The only thing that will she would say is that she came from a wealthy family, but for unspecified reasons, left them. She is one of the newest members of the team, and has made no admit to know any of members, and specifly tries to keep a purely professional relationship.
Name : Fenrir Etrak
Description : In human body, Fenrir is suffering from malnutrition and as such looks small and scrawny. He is average height. His hair is brown and his eyes are bright red. His skin is actually mostly devoid of scars, except for one scar that runs down his back. In his bestial form, he is actually very large and muscular covered in brown fur. The scar even persists in this form. Fenrir does not have a feral form, but instead he has what is called "Ragnanok form" which is a very large, feral form that is able to stand on his hind-legs for a short amount of time.
Apparel : A rag cloth shirt and tattered pants.
Demi-god Form : N/A
Age : 17
Race : Werewolf (Base Human)
Gender : Male
Alignment : Chaotic Neutral
Interest : Fighting.
Favorite Interest : Fighting.
Dislikes : Cimmeria, Social Interaction, the World in general
Person of Interest : N/A
Bestfriend : Sirius
Rival : Cert
Most Hated Word : Cimmeria
Quote : "The world is a mean place, so you have to be meaner."
Important Life Value : Survival
Favorite Food : Venison
Ambition : The complete and utter destruction of the Cimmerian government and everything they stand for.
Sin Guilty of Most : Wrath
Title : The Wolf-Terror of Cimmeria
Combat Style : Savage, non-stop attacks until they stop moving.
Weapon Preference : None
Weapon Name: Fenrir's body is his weapon
Egis : N/A
Egis Weapon : N/A
Magic Systems : Nature and Spiritual naturally / Elemental (Ice only, due to Runemark of Cold)
Element : N/A naturally / Ice (Due to Runemark of Cold)
Weakness : Inferno Magic, He is often blinded by his own rage.
Magical Level : D- naturally, with the Runemark of Cold, C+
Special Skills: Ragnanok Form : Fenrir wears the band of ragnanok, a magical band that has been passed down through the Eso clan, which stabilizes his unstable power. When it is removed from it, he transforms into his Ragnanok Form, a giant bestial form with only a minor intelligence level, but massive amounts of raw strength.
The Runemark of Cold : An ancient Xian artifact is placed on the back of his neck, granting him increased magical power and the ability to use potent ice magic. Due to this runemark, he is able to conjure magic draining ice.
Personality : Fenrir is typically angry, but can just as easily fall into depression. His solution to problems is force, and when force fails, apply more force. He has a concept of friendship, though it is not a very healthy one. His concept of friendship is more akin to a debt owed than a mutual bond, though he never expects help from anyone else and views it as a curious commodity.
Biography : He was captured by the Cimmerian Empire as an infant. He has been trained by them to be a monsterous attack dog. His only friend in the entire system is Sirius, a fellow warwolf. |
9,388 | 266 | 1 | 397 | 2,210 | Of course you could, no one's questioning that, Erica replied a matter-of-factly. "It was an emergency, it's not like we got the time to pick the pods we're going to use."
Both knew that it was a blatant lie and it was obvious that Erica intended to stick to her words regardless. Erica kept her gaze against Tsukiko in an amused challenge and waited for her sister's retort. When none came, she let off a disappointed huff before tapping Tsukiko on the shoulder.
"Ok, so, we have a couple options we can do now," she said with confidence as she raised her fingers. "What do you want to do? Regroup or Recon?"
In front of yet another ruined metal sphere, a lone dwarf was busy banging his arm against the pod's console.
"Work, you piece of shoddy machinery!" he exclaimed as he swung down his fist once more. It was to no avail as the device remain stubbornl quiet. Aart grumbled in frustration and kicked at the machine. Sitting down, the dwarf considered what to do next. He had to find the ship's crash site, even if it was only to make sure he could ascertain his beloved guns are still intact. Still, he can't find out where it was without the comm and looking around blind would be bad. Especially as he only had the tools in his toolbelt as something approaching a weapon.
Aart idly munched on a shrapnel as he surveyed the woods surrounding him. Well, at least he won't have to worry about firewood or food if he had to stay put and wait. | Name: Asura Lin
Description: Asura is a tall, proud Feline Nekrian. She has dark red hair that also covers her cat-like ears and tail. She has a very slender frame. Her features are typically smooth, and she has some-what pale, smooth skin, though in stark contrast to this is a scar on her left cheek.
Apparel: She rarely wears the same outfit more than one a week at most, however her casual clothes typically are long, colorful dresses. When working, she typically wears a long pale blue dress shirt and long pants with gloves.
Demigod Form : N/A
Age : 27
Race : Nekrian (Feline)
Gender : Female
Alignment : Lawful Neutral
Interest : Sowing, Sarcastic Wit
Favorite Interest: Beauty
Dislike : Wanton Destruction
Person of Interest : N/A
Best friend : N/A
Rival : N/A
Most Hated Word : "Lady"
Quote : "All life, no matter how annoying, deserves to live. That does not mean I should make their life any easier."
Important Life of Value : The sanctity of life.
Favorite Food : Caramel
Ambition : To make beauty were there was none before.
Sin Guilty of Most : Pride
Title :
Combat Style : Weaken, Ensnare, Finish
Weapon Preference : Her own clothes
Weapon Name : N/A
Egis : She currently does not have one due to her being relatively new to the team
Egis : See above
Magic System : Natural
Element : N/A
Weakness : Inferno
Magical Level : C-
Special Skills : She uses a form of natural magic known as Spiderweaving. In essence, it involves the conjuration of magical strings, or to enchant existing strings. Using this form of magic, she turns all of her clothing, no matter how impractical fighting gear they might seem at first, in to both a powerful armor and a dangerous weapon. In addition, she may use her natural magic to heal wounds, though not as well as certain other magics allow.
Personality : She is typically cold, harsh, and sarcastic. However, even though she will usually not vocalize it, will act to protect to weak and oppressed, even if means bidding her time until she is in a position of power. She has a distaste for Caanites, but tolerates Axel due to his own patheticness, but still comes off especially cold towards him.
Biography : The only thing that will she would say is that she came from a wealthy family, but for unspecified reasons, left them. She is one of the newest members of the team, and has made no admit to know any of members, and specifly tries to keep a purely professional relationship.
Name : Fenrir Etrak
Description : In human body, Fenrir is suffering from malnutrition and as such looks small and scrawny. He is average height. His hair is brown and his eyes are bright red. His skin is actually mostly devoid of scars, except for one scar that runs down his back. In his bestial form, he is actually very large and muscular covered in brown fur. The scar even persists in this form. Fenrir does not have a feral form, but instead he has what is called "Ragnanok form" which is a very large, feral form that is able to stand on his hind-legs for a short amount of time.
Apparel : A rag cloth shirt and tattered pants.
Demi-god Form : N/A
Age : 17
Race : Werewolf (Base Human)
Gender : Male
Alignment : Chaotic Neutral
Interest : Fighting.
Favorite Interest : Fighting.
Dislikes : Cimmeria, Social Interaction, the World in general
Person of Interest : N/A
Bestfriend : Sirius
Rival : Cert
Most Hated Word : Cimmeria
Quote : "The world is a mean place, so you have to be meaner."
Important Life Value : Survival
Favorite Food : Venison
Ambition : The complete and utter destruction of the Cimmerian government and everything they stand for.
Sin Guilty of Most : Wrath
Title : The Wolf-Terror of Cimmeria
Combat Style : Savage, non-stop attacks until they stop moving.
Weapon Preference : None
Weapon Name: Fenrir's body is his weapon
Egis : N/A
Egis Weapon : N/A
Magic Systems : Nature and Spiritual naturally / Elemental (Ice only, due to Runemark of Cold)
Element : N/A naturally / Ice (Due to Runemark of Cold)
Weakness : Inferno Magic, He is often blinded by his own rage.
Magical Level : D- naturally, with the Runemark of Cold, C+
Special Skills: Ragnanok Form : Fenrir wears the band of ragnanok, a magical band that has been passed down through the Eso clan, which stabilizes his unstable power. When it is removed from it, he transforms into his Ragnanok Form, a giant bestial form with only a minor intelligence level, but massive amounts of raw strength.
The Runemark of Cold : An ancient Xian artifact is placed on the back of his neck, granting him increased magical power and the ability to use potent ice magic. Due to this runemark, he is able to conjure magic draining ice.
Personality : Fenrir is typically angry, but can just as easily fall into depression. His solution to problems is force, and when force fails, apply more force. He has a concept of friendship, though it is not a very healthy one. His concept of friendship is more akin to a debt owed than a mutual bond, though he never expects help from anyone else and views it as a curious commodity.
Biography : He was captured by the Cimmerian Empire as an infant. He has been trained by them to be a monsterous attack dog. His only friend in the entire system is Sirius, a fellow warwolf. |
9,389 | 266 | 2 | 397 | 2,210 | Tsukiko continued to venture into the deep vast green forest as she surveyed her surroundings. Her pace broke from a full out sprint to a regular walk as she carefully looked around her surroundings to see if anyone was present. From a distance she thought she saw two individuals who were talking to each other. She could barely understand what they were saying since they were so far away. When she tried to walk further a hand clamped over her mouth for a split second as the individual pulled her toward him. He released his hand whee she started to bark in anger about being hand-gagged and pulled into a clearing where the individual could talk to her. The individual who had grabbed her wore mostly black and he had long silverish hair that trickled down his backside toward his legs. Tsukiko backed away from the individual looking at him in anger before she snapped, "What is the big idea grabbing me out of nowhere then making it so I couldn't breathe? What were you trying to do, kill me!" She said in anger as she tried to kick the man in the shin only to have him dodge her attack.
"This forest is dangerous. You should leave at once." The man said as he clanged onto his sword which was implanted into the ground. His sword was covered in a purplish black like substance which trickled down the entire blade and dripped toward the ground like fallen raindrops. Tsukiko started yelling at the man telling him to stop telling her what to do when a loud roar could be heard in the vicinity. The man pulled Tsukiko into his duster and embraced her hiding her from a appearance a blackish like creature howled in the forest as it made its way through the clearing they were standing in. The man immediately moved into the brush pulling the feisty creamy yellow haired maiden in with him. | Name: Asura Lin
Description: Asura is a tall, proud Feline Nekrian. She has dark red hair that also covers her cat-like ears and tail. She has a very slender frame. Her features are typically smooth, and she has some-what pale, smooth skin, though in stark contrast to this is a scar on her left cheek.
Apparel: She rarely wears the same outfit more than one a week at most, however her casual clothes typically are long, colorful dresses. When working, she typically wears a long pale blue dress shirt and long pants with gloves.
Demigod Form : N/A
Age : 27
Race : Nekrian (Feline)
Gender : Female
Alignment : Lawful Neutral
Interest : Sowing, Sarcastic Wit
Favorite Interest: Beauty
Dislike : Wanton Destruction
Person of Interest : N/A
Best friend : N/A
Rival : N/A
Most Hated Word : "Lady"
Quote : "All life, no matter how annoying, deserves to live. That does not mean I should make their life any easier."
Important Life of Value : The sanctity of life.
Favorite Food : Caramel
Ambition : To make beauty were there was none before.
Sin Guilty of Most : Pride
Title :
Combat Style : Weaken, Ensnare, Finish
Weapon Preference : Her own clothes
Weapon Name : N/A
Egis : She currently does not have one due to her being relatively new to the team
Egis : See above
Magic System : Natural
Element : N/A
Weakness : Inferno
Magical Level : C-
Special Skills : She uses a form of natural magic known as Spiderweaving. In essence, it involves the conjuration of magical strings, or to enchant existing strings. Using this form of magic, she turns all of her clothing, no matter how impractical fighting gear they might seem at first, in to both a powerful armor and a dangerous weapon. In addition, she may use her natural magic to heal wounds, though not as well as certain other magics allow.
Personality : She is typically cold, harsh, and sarcastic. However, even though she will usually not vocalize it, will act to protect to weak and oppressed, even if means bidding her time until she is in a position of power. She has a distaste for Caanites, but tolerates Axel due to his own patheticness, but still comes off especially cold towards him.
Biography : The only thing that will she would say is that she came from a wealthy family, but for unspecified reasons, left them. She is one of the newest members of the team, and has made no admit to know any of members, and specifly tries to keep a purely professional relationship.
Name : Fenrir Etrak
Description : In human body, Fenrir is suffering from malnutrition and as such looks small and scrawny. He is average height. His hair is brown and his eyes are bright red. His skin is actually mostly devoid of scars, except for one scar that runs down his back. In his bestial form, he is actually very large and muscular covered in brown fur. The scar even persists in this form. Fenrir does not have a feral form, but instead he has what is called "Ragnanok form" which is a very large, feral form that is able to stand on his hind-legs for a short amount of time.
Apparel : A rag cloth shirt and tattered pants.
Demi-god Form : N/A
Age : 17
Race : Werewolf (Base Human)
Gender : Male
Alignment : Chaotic Neutral
Interest : Fighting.
Favorite Interest : Fighting.
Dislikes : Cimmeria, Social Interaction, the World in general
Person of Interest : N/A
Bestfriend : Sirius
Rival : Cert
Most Hated Word : Cimmeria
Quote : "The world is a mean place, so you have to be meaner."
Important Life Value : Survival
Favorite Food : Venison
Ambition : The complete and utter destruction of the Cimmerian government and everything they stand for.
Sin Guilty of Most : Wrath
Title : The Wolf-Terror of Cimmeria
Combat Style : Savage, non-stop attacks until they stop moving.
Weapon Preference : None
Weapon Name: Fenrir's body is his weapon
Egis : N/A
Egis Weapon : N/A
Magic Systems : Nature and Spiritual naturally / Elemental (Ice only, due to Runemark of Cold)
Element : N/A naturally / Ice (Due to Runemark of Cold)
Weakness : Inferno Magic, He is often blinded by his own rage.
Magical Level : D- naturally, with the Runemark of Cold, C+
Special Skills: Ragnanok Form : Fenrir wears the band of ragnanok, a magical band that has been passed down through the Eso clan, which stabilizes his unstable power. When it is removed from it, he transforms into his Ragnanok Form, a giant bestial form with only a minor intelligence level, but massive amounts of raw strength.
The Runemark of Cold : An ancient Xian artifact is placed on the back of his neck, granting him increased magical power and the ability to use potent ice magic. Due to this runemark, he is able to conjure magic draining ice.
Personality : Fenrir is typically angry, but can just as easily fall into depression. His solution to problems is force, and when force fails, apply more force. He has a concept of friendship, though it is not a very healthy one. His concept of friendship is more akin to a debt owed than a mutual bond, though he never expects help from anyone else and views it as a curious commodity.
Biography : He was captured by the Cimmerian Empire as an infant. He has been trained by them to be a monsterous attack dog. His only friend in the entire system is Sirius, a fellow warwolf. |
9,390 | 266 | 3 | 397 | 2,210 | Axel was looking through the wreckage of the ship. "This is bad. Really bad." He had keep close to the outside of the ship, due to the fear that whatever caused the ship to crash might still be a threat, however, it did not take a long and detailed look to tell that it is totaled.
"It is going to take a week just to get the toaster working if we can't get this to a spaceport and have a full team to work on this. I am not sure I have a week. Who knows what is one this planet. If only they listened to me, and carried around emergency ship-tracking devices or at least some type of com device."
He reached with his magical sense for technology. It was like he was like he was standing at the edge of a bright light looking out into darkness. There was small echoes of lights, but nothing he could pin down to one place, and they might just be pieces of debris that flew outwards from the crash as well as the escape pods.
Most of the ship's systems were down and could take weeks to repair, if not was irreparable in the current situation. However, at some of the things within the ship was spared by the vessel taking most of the fall. He called out to one of his gadgets, and it flew towards. A very small drone with a camera and a speaker, built to be durable. He sent out of the ship towards the direction of what he believed to be an escape pod.
The drone was quite quick and agile. It was designed to look into cracks and crevices in the ship he couldn't reach. He added the speaker later as a convenience if he was busy working on the ship, he could use his magic to speak through it. He had rarely, if ever, needed to use the function, but he always liked to be prepared. Axel always thought the ship was going to fall off the sky due to the actions of his crew, and as an engineer he had made some preparations, but he did not prepare for this amount of damage. It is odd that the ship malfunctioned as it was entering the gravitational field of a planet. He would think such problems would occur either in open space, where there would be no fall, or as the ship was leaving orbit, meaning the ship would be closer to the planet and such not fall as far down.
While he was lost in thought, he saw something through the camera of the drone, a dwarf, Aart. Though the speaker, a mechanical voice emerged, "Hey. Over here. Umm. Good to see your alright I guess." He didn't spend that much on the speaker. He didn't think he would use it that much. | Name: Asura Lin
Description: Asura is a tall, proud Feline Nekrian. She has dark red hair that also covers her cat-like ears and tail. She has a very slender frame. Her features are typically smooth, and she has some-what pale, smooth skin, though in stark contrast to this is a scar on her left cheek.
Apparel: She rarely wears the same outfit more than one a week at most, however her casual clothes typically are long, colorful dresses. When working, she typically wears a long pale blue dress shirt and long pants with gloves.
Demigod Form : N/A
Age : 27
Race : Nekrian (Feline)
Gender : Female
Alignment : Lawful Neutral
Interest : Sowing, Sarcastic Wit
Favorite Interest: Beauty
Dislike : Wanton Destruction
Person of Interest : N/A
Best friend : N/A
Rival : N/A
Most Hated Word : "Lady"
Quote : "All life, no matter how annoying, deserves to live. That does not mean I should make their life any easier."
Important Life of Value : The sanctity of life.
Favorite Food : Caramel
Ambition : To make beauty were there was none before.
Sin Guilty of Most : Pride
Title :
Combat Style : Weaken, Ensnare, Finish
Weapon Preference : Her own clothes
Weapon Name : N/A
Egis : She currently does not have one due to her being relatively new to the team
Egis : See above
Magic System : Natural
Element : N/A
Weakness : Inferno
Magical Level : C-
Special Skills : She uses a form of natural magic known as Spiderweaving. In essence, it involves the conjuration of magical strings, or to enchant existing strings. Using this form of magic, she turns all of her clothing, no matter how impractical fighting gear they might seem at first, in to both a powerful armor and a dangerous weapon. In addition, she may use her natural magic to heal wounds, though not as well as certain other magics allow.
Personality : She is typically cold, harsh, and sarcastic. However, even though she will usually not vocalize it, will act to protect to weak and oppressed, even if means bidding her time until she is in a position of power. She has a distaste for Caanites, but tolerates Axel due to his own patheticness, but still comes off especially cold towards him.
Biography : The only thing that will she would say is that she came from a wealthy family, but for unspecified reasons, left them. She is one of the newest members of the team, and has made no admit to know any of members, and specifly tries to keep a purely professional relationship.
Name : Fenrir Etrak
Description : In human body, Fenrir is suffering from malnutrition and as such looks small and scrawny. He is average height. His hair is brown and his eyes are bright red. His skin is actually mostly devoid of scars, except for one scar that runs down his back. In his bestial form, he is actually very large and muscular covered in brown fur. The scar even persists in this form. Fenrir does not have a feral form, but instead he has what is called "Ragnanok form" which is a very large, feral form that is able to stand on his hind-legs for a short amount of time.
Apparel : A rag cloth shirt and tattered pants.
Demi-god Form : N/A
Age : 17
Race : Werewolf (Base Human)
Gender : Male
Alignment : Chaotic Neutral
Interest : Fighting.
Favorite Interest : Fighting.
Dislikes : Cimmeria, Social Interaction, the World in general
Person of Interest : N/A
Bestfriend : Sirius
Rival : Cert
Most Hated Word : Cimmeria
Quote : "The world is a mean place, so you have to be meaner."
Important Life Value : Survival
Favorite Food : Venison
Ambition : The complete and utter destruction of the Cimmerian government and everything they stand for.
Sin Guilty of Most : Wrath
Title : The Wolf-Terror of Cimmeria
Combat Style : Savage, non-stop attacks until they stop moving.
Weapon Preference : None
Weapon Name: Fenrir's body is his weapon
Egis : N/A
Egis Weapon : N/A
Magic Systems : Nature and Spiritual naturally / Elemental (Ice only, due to Runemark of Cold)
Element : N/A naturally / Ice (Due to Runemark of Cold)
Weakness : Inferno Magic, He is often blinded by his own rage.
Magical Level : D- naturally, with the Runemark of Cold, C+
Special Skills: Ragnanok Form : Fenrir wears the band of ragnanok, a magical band that has been passed down through the Eso clan, which stabilizes his unstable power. When it is removed from it, he transforms into his Ragnanok Form, a giant bestial form with only a minor intelligence level, but massive amounts of raw strength.
The Runemark of Cold : An ancient Xian artifact is placed on the back of his neck, granting him increased magical power and the ability to use potent ice magic. Due to this runemark, he is able to conjure magic draining ice.
Personality : Fenrir is typically angry, but can just as easily fall into depression. His solution to problems is force, and when force fails, apply more force. He has a concept of friendship, though it is not a very healthy one. His concept of friendship is more akin to a debt owed than a mutual bond, though he never expects help from anyone else and views it as a curious commodity.
Biography : He was captured by the Cimmerian Empire as an infant. He has been trained by them to be a monsterous attack dog. His only friend in the entire system is Sirius, a fellow warwolf. |
9,391 | 266 | 4 | 397 | 2,210 | Hmmm... there's others in the area. He said to himself as he kept his hand at the handle of his sword while using his other hand to shield Tsukiko away from harm. He continued to survey the area as he kept his other eye on the beast which was rampaging around in the forest. The beast suddenly went berserk and started to rip trees from their roots and rip to shreds any closing in the forested like area.
Just as he was about to move he noticed that one of the people who he works with was in the area due to the discoloration of the vegetation in the area which felt like a very strong distortion. The distortion was obviously drawing on energy from the life in the area as some of the plants suddenly became brown. "Someone is using the power. I wonder where it is coming from." He said to himself as Tsukiko also glanced upward to see there was green areas that suddenly turned brown where what look like a watery distortion like if there were a mirror of water right in front of her. She wondered who could be causing such a disturbance in the air. It was obvious that someone was drawing energy from the vegetation with some kind of mysterious power and she could feel the force of the energy as it was being drawn toward the person. It felt like a gentle breeze from the wind which whispered onto her skin tickling her flesh.
From a distance a lock of red hair could be seen and the figurine shown within the shadow that implanted itself from the sun embedding it into the ground looked like a female figure. A transparent darkish purple wall appears over the figure who could be seen from the distance as the roaring beast rams into the barrier she has just created after she shouted the words Odin Sphere. The wall looked to be vacuum tight sealed and repelled the force of the beast as you could feel the ground shaking slightly as the beast rammed the barrier trying to break through it.
The man looked onward as he just watched what was going on happen. It was obvious that someone else in the area had just run into the beast and now has engaged it. He could see a sparkly golden like sword in this person's hand. He also could barely hear their voice which appeared to sound like a girl. He wondered if who he thought followed him into the forest actually went against their word earlier not to follow him. He didn't look to be too happy about the presence of this female encounter.
"Huh?" He said as he noticed another negative presence in the area which bolted at him where he blocked it with just one finger held out. It was just like he thought when he came in the area. One of the enemies they detected since there were two others in the in the area had shielded their presence from detection. The first one they encountered seem to have its eyes away from the two at the moment and heard what sounded like a group of people coming into the area. The other one behind him was so far away you could hardly recognize the individual who was encountering it. The third beast which had just showed its ugly face bolted at the man where he retaliated immediately. The first one they encountered suddenly noticed the violence in the area and followed suit as it bolted at Danny and Nathan.
"Amazing." Tsukiko said to herself as she couldn't believe that this man was holding the monster at bay which looked like an ugly looking warthog with just one finger held in the air. She thought to herself as she watched him hold off the beast who was this person that had just come to her aid. She could forgive his rudeness earlier since it was apparent that he intended to keep her out of harm's way, but she was curious why he cared so much. Now wasn't the time to be asking that question as she noticed he pushed her away into the brush while she barely managed to hold her balance as he grabbed his sword out of the ground and held it in front of him as he let off a burst of energy which sent that beast flying into a tree trunk in front of him. Just who is this guy? Tsukiko thought to herself as she couldn't believe how strong this person in front of her was. The energy he released was so strong it felt like a wind storm had just swept into the area as she had to use her hand to prevent her dress from accidentally floating upward. | Name: Asura Lin
Description: Asura is a tall, proud Feline Nekrian. She has dark red hair that also covers her cat-like ears and tail. She has a very slender frame. Her features are typically smooth, and she has some-what pale, smooth skin, though in stark contrast to this is a scar on her left cheek.
Apparel: She rarely wears the same outfit more than one a week at most, however her casual clothes typically are long, colorful dresses. When working, she typically wears a long pale blue dress shirt and long pants with gloves.
Demigod Form : N/A
Age : 27
Race : Nekrian (Feline)
Gender : Female
Alignment : Lawful Neutral
Interest : Sowing, Sarcastic Wit
Favorite Interest: Beauty
Dislike : Wanton Destruction
Person of Interest : N/A
Best friend : N/A
Rival : N/A
Most Hated Word : "Lady"
Quote : "All life, no matter how annoying, deserves to live. That does not mean I should make their life any easier."
Important Life of Value : The sanctity of life.
Favorite Food : Caramel
Ambition : To make beauty were there was none before.
Sin Guilty of Most : Pride
Title :
Combat Style : Weaken, Ensnare, Finish
Weapon Preference : Her own clothes
Weapon Name : N/A
Egis : She currently does not have one due to her being relatively new to the team
Egis : See above
Magic System : Natural
Element : N/A
Weakness : Inferno
Magical Level : C-
Special Skills : She uses a form of natural magic known as Spiderweaving. In essence, it involves the conjuration of magical strings, or to enchant existing strings. Using this form of magic, she turns all of her clothing, no matter how impractical fighting gear they might seem at first, in to both a powerful armor and a dangerous weapon. In addition, she may use her natural magic to heal wounds, though not as well as certain other magics allow.
Personality : She is typically cold, harsh, and sarcastic. However, even though she will usually not vocalize it, will act to protect to weak and oppressed, even if means bidding her time until she is in a position of power. She has a distaste for Caanites, but tolerates Axel due to his own patheticness, but still comes off especially cold towards him.
Biography : The only thing that will she would say is that she came from a wealthy family, but for unspecified reasons, left them. She is one of the newest members of the team, and has made no admit to know any of members, and specifly tries to keep a purely professional relationship.
Name : Fenrir Etrak
Description : In human body, Fenrir is suffering from malnutrition and as such looks small and scrawny. He is average height. His hair is brown and his eyes are bright red. His skin is actually mostly devoid of scars, except for one scar that runs down his back. In his bestial form, he is actually very large and muscular covered in brown fur. The scar even persists in this form. Fenrir does not have a feral form, but instead he has what is called "Ragnanok form" which is a very large, feral form that is able to stand on his hind-legs for a short amount of time.
Apparel : A rag cloth shirt and tattered pants.
Demi-god Form : N/A
Age : 17
Race : Werewolf (Base Human)
Gender : Male
Alignment : Chaotic Neutral
Interest : Fighting.
Favorite Interest : Fighting.
Dislikes : Cimmeria, Social Interaction, the World in general
Person of Interest : N/A
Bestfriend : Sirius
Rival : Cert
Most Hated Word : Cimmeria
Quote : "The world is a mean place, so you have to be meaner."
Important Life Value : Survival
Favorite Food : Venison
Ambition : The complete and utter destruction of the Cimmerian government and everything they stand for.
Sin Guilty of Most : Wrath
Title : The Wolf-Terror of Cimmeria
Combat Style : Savage, non-stop attacks until they stop moving.
Weapon Preference : None
Weapon Name: Fenrir's body is his weapon
Egis : N/A
Egis Weapon : N/A
Magic Systems : Nature and Spiritual naturally / Elemental (Ice only, due to Runemark of Cold)
Element : N/A naturally / Ice (Due to Runemark of Cold)
Weakness : Inferno Magic, He is often blinded by his own rage.
Magical Level : D- naturally, with the Runemark of Cold, C+
Special Skills: Ragnanok Form : Fenrir wears the band of ragnanok, a magical band that has been passed down through the Eso clan, which stabilizes his unstable power. When it is removed from it, he transforms into his Ragnanok Form, a giant bestial form with only a minor intelligence level, but massive amounts of raw strength.
The Runemark of Cold : An ancient Xian artifact is placed on the back of his neck, granting him increased magical power and the ability to use potent ice magic. Due to this runemark, he is able to conjure magic draining ice.
Personality : Fenrir is typically angry, but can just as easily fall into depression. His solution to problems is force, and when force fails, apply more force. He has a concept of friendship, though it is not a very healthy one. His concept of friendship is more akin to a debt owed than a mutual bond, though he never expects help from anyone else and views it as a curious commodity.
Biography : He was captured by the Cimmerian Empire as an infant. He has been trained by them to be a monsterous attack dog. His only friend in the entire system is Sirius, a fellow warwolf. |
9,392 | 266 | 5 | 397 | 2,210 | Erica shook her head at Danny and Nathan's exchange. She glanced around for signs of Tsukiko. If she was nearby, then she would have met the beast and fought it. It was not like her to just leave and if there were multiple of them, then there would have been signs of her fighting. Her disappearance was almost suspicious. Erica clicked her tongue as words of warning surfaced in her mind.
"OYYYY, TSUKIKO! ANSWER IF YOU CAN HEAR ME!" Erica shouted, heedless of any danger that might attract. "OR MAKE A BIG NOISE!"
"A mile, eh?" Aart said. He waved the makeshift gauntlet at the drone before continuing. "Shouldn't take long. Gimme a moment to get this one active then."
With the ship being closer than he ever thought, the dwarf could afford to have the emergency weapon only minimally functional. He would only need it to scare off anything that he ran into while he...well, ran towards his babies. Fixing the cobbled gauntlet to his hand, Aart turned to face the drone.
"OK, lead the way, boy," he said.
The trip back to the ship was going silently, until the drone spoke up.
"What? What worked?" Aart asked, surprised and alarmed by the suddenness of the sentence. | Name: Asura Lin
Description: Asura is a tall, proud Feline Nekrian. She has dark red hair that also covers her cat-like ears and tail. She has a very slender frame. Her features are typically smooth, and she has some-what pale, smooth skin, though in stark contrast to this is a scar on her left cheek.
Apparel: She rarely wears the same outfit more than one a week at most, however her casual clothes typically are long, colorful dresses. When working, she typically wears a long pale blue dress shirt and long pants with gloves.
Demigod Form : N/A
Age : 27
Race : Nekrian (Feline)
Gender : Female
Alignment : Lawful Neutral
Interest : Sowing, Sarcastic Wit
Favorite Interest: Beauty
Dislike : Wanton Destruction
Person of Interest : N/A
Best friend : N/A
Rival : N/A
Most Hated Word : "Lady"
Quote : "All life, no matter how annoying, deserves to live. That does not mean I should make their life any easier."
Important Life of Value : The sanctity of life.
Favorite Food : Caramel
Ambition : To make beauty were there was none before.
Sin Guilty of Most : Pride
Title :
Combat Style : Weaken, Ensnare, Finish
Weapon Preference : Her own clothes
Weapon Name : N/A
Egis : She currently does not have one due to her being relatively new to the team
Egis : See above
Magic System : Natural
Element : N/A
Weakness : Inferno
Magical Level : C-
Special Skills : She uses a form of natural magic known as Spiderweaving. In essence, it involves the conjuration of magical strings, or to enchant existing strings. Using this form of magic, she turns all of her clothing, no matter how impractical fighting gear they might seem at first, in to both a powerful armor and a dangerous weapon. In addition, she may use her natural magic to heal wounds, though not as well as certain other magics allow.
Personality : She is typically cold, harsh, and sarcastic. However, even though she will usually not vocalize it, will act to protect to weak and oppressed, even if means bidding her time until she is in a position of power. She has a distaste for Caanites, but tolerates Axel due to his own patheticness, but still comes off especially cold towards him.
Biography : The only thing that will she would say is that she came from a wealthy family, but for unspecified reasons, left them. She is one of the newest members of the team, and has made no admit to know any of members, and specifly tries to keep a purely professional relationship.
Name : Fenrir Etrak
Description : In human body, Fenrir is suffering from malnutrition and as such looks small and scrawny. He is average height. His hair is brown and his eyes are bright red. His skin is actually mostly devoid of scars, except for one scar that runs down his back. In his bestial form, he is actually very large and muscular covered in brown fur. The scar even persists in this form. Fenrir does not have a feral form, but instead he has what is called "Ragnanok form" which is a very large, feral form that is able to stand on his hind-legs for a short amount of time.
Apparel : A rag cloth shirt and tattered pants.
Demi-god Form : N/A
Age : 17
Race : Werewolf (Base Human)
Gender : Male
Alignment : Chaotic Neutral
Interest : Fighting.
Favorite Interest : Fighting.
Dislikes : Cimmeria, Social Interaction, the World in general
Person of Interest : N/A
Bestfriend : Sirius
Rival : Cert
Most Hated Word : Cimmeria
Quote : "The world is a mean place, so you have to be meaner."
Important Life Value : Survival
Favorite Food : Venison
Ambition : The complete and utter destruction of the Cimmerian government and everything they stand for.
Sin Guilty of Most : Wrath
Title : The Wolf-Terror of Cimmeria
Combat Style : Savage, non-stop attacks until they stop moving.
Weapon Preference : None
Weapon Name: Fenrir's body is his weapon
Egis : N/A
Egis Weapon : N/A
Magic Systems : Nature and Spiritual naturally / Elemental (Ice only, due to Runemark of Cold)
Element : N/A naturally / Ice (Due to Runemark of Cold)
Weakness : Inferno Magic, He is often blinded by his own rage.
Magical Level : D- naturally, with the Runemark of Cold, C+
Special Skills: Ragnanok Form : Fenrir wears the band of ragnanok, a magical band that has been passed down through the Eso clan, which stabilizes his unstable power. When it is removed from it, he transforms into his Ragnanok Form, a giant bestial form with only a minor intelligence level, but massive amounts of raw strength.
The Runemark of Cold : An ancient Xian artifact is placed on the back of his neck, granting him increased magical power and the ability to use potent ice magic. Due to this runemark, he is able to conjure magic draining ice.
Personality : Fenrir is typically angry, but can just as easily fall into depression. His solution to problems is force, and when force fails, apply more force. He has a concept of friendship, though it is not a very healthy one. His concept of friendship is more akin to a debt owed than a mutual bond, though he never expects help from anyone else and views it as a curious commodity.
Biography : He was captured by the Cimmerian Empire as an infant. He has been trained by them to be a monsterous attack dog. His only friend in the entire system is Sirius, a fellow warwolf. |
9,393 | 266 | 6 | 397 | 2,210 | Erica visibly relaxed after hearing Tsukiko's voice and seeing her. She was worried for her sister, even if it was less about her being in harm's way and more what sort of danger she gotten herself involved. As if to prove her belief, Erica's gaze landed at the blackened ground.
"Well sis, guess you trained a lot more than I thought if you can burn something of that size without me noticing," Erica said. "Anyway, c'mon, we better get back to the boys and find the ship before the captain gets too antsy."
Aart rolled his eyes upon hearing Axel's outburst. The youth was an excellent mechanic, but his paranoia made it borderline impossible to work with him.
"Don't see why anyone would bother going all that hassle for our ship, I'd say the cause is something on this blasted planet," the Dwarf said still following the drone toward the ship. "Wait, that ain't better." | Name: Asura Lin
Description: Asura is a tall, proud Feline Nekrian. She has dark red hair that also covers her cat-like ears and tail. She has a very slender frame. Her features are typically smooth, and she has some-what pale, smooth skin, though in stark contrast to this is a scar on her left cheek.
Apparel: She rarely wears the same outfit more than one a week at most, however her casual clothes typically are long, colorful dresses. When working, she typically wears a long pale blue dress shirt and long pants with gloves.
Demigod Form : N/A
Age : 27
Race : Nekrian (Feline)
Gender : Female
Alignment : Lawful Neutral
Interest : Sowing, Sarcastic Wit
Favorite Interest: Beauty
Dislike : Wanton Destruction
Person of Interest : N/A
Best friend : N/A
Rival : N/A
Most Hated Word : "Lady"
Quote : "All life, no matter how annoying, deserves to live. That does not mean I should make their life any easier."
Important Life of Value : The sanctity of life.
Favorite Food : Caramel
Ambition : To make beauty were there was none before.
Sin Guilty of Most : Pride
Title :
Combat Style : Weaken, Ensnare, Finish
Weapon Preference : Her own clothes
Weapon Name : N/A
Egis : She currently does not have one due to her being relatively new to the team
Egis : See above
Magic System : Natural
Element : N/A
Weakness : Inferno
Magical Level : C-
Special Skills : She uses a form of natural magic known as Spiderweaving. In essence, it involves the conjuration of magical strings, or to enchant existing strings. Using this form of magic, she turns all of her clothing, no matter how impractical fighting gear they might seem at first, in to both a powerful armor and a dangerous weapon. In addition, she may use her natural magic to heal wounds, though not as well as certain other magics allow.
Personality : She is typically cold, harsh, and sarcastic. However, even though she will usually not vocalize it, will act to protect to weak and oppressed, even if means bidding her time until she is in a position of power. She has a distaste for Caanites, but tolerates Axel due to his own patheticness, but still comes off especially cold towards him.
Biography : The only thing that will she would say is that she came from a wealthy family, but for unspecified reasons, left them. She is one of the newest members of the team, and has made no admit to know any of members, and specifly tries to keep a purely professional relationship.
Name : Fenrir Etrak
Description : In human body, Fenrir is suffering from malnutrition and as such looks small and scrawny. He is average height. His hair is brown and his eyes are bright red. His skin is actually mostly devoid of scars, except for one scar that runs down his back. In his bestial form, he is actually very large and muscular covered in brown fur. The scar even persists in this form. Fenrir does not have a feral form, but instead he has what is called "Ragnanok form" which is a very large, feral form that is able to stand on his hind-legs for a short amount of time.
Apparel : A rag cloth shirt and tattered pants.
Demi-god Form : N/A
Age : 17
Race : Werewolf (Base Human)
Gender : Male
Alignment : Chaotic Neutral
Interest : Fighting.
Favorite Interest : Fighting.
Dislikes : Cimmeria, Social Interaction, the World in general
Person of Interest : N/A
Bestfriend : Sirius
Rival : Cert
Most Hated Word : Cimmeria
Quote : "The world is a mean place, so you have to be meaner."
Important Life Value : Survival
Favorite Food : Venison
Ambition : The complete and utter destruction of the Cimmerian government and everything they stand for.
Sin Guilty of Most : Wrath
Title : The Wolf-Terror of Cimmeria
Combat Style : Savage, non-stop attacks until they stop moving.
Weapon Preference : None
Weapon Name: Fenrir's body is his weapon
Egis : N/A
Egis Weapon : N/A
Magic Systems : Nature and Spiritual naturally / Elemental (Ice only, due to Runemark of Cold)
Element : N/A naturally / Ice (Due to Runemark of Cold)
Weakness : Inferno Magic, He is often blinded by his own rage.
Magical Level : D- naturally, with the Runemark of Cold, C+
Special Skills: Ragnanok Form : Fenrir wears the band of ragnanok, a magical band that has been passed down through the Eso clan, which stabilizes his unstable power. When it is removed from it, he transforms into his Ragnanok Form, a giant bestial form with only a minor intelligence level, but massive amounts of raw strength.
The Runemark of Cold : An ancient Xian artifact is placed on the back of his neck, granting him increased magical power and the ability to use potent ice magic. Due to this runemark, he is able to conjure magic draining ice.
Personality : Fenrir is typically angry, but can just as easily fall into depression. His solution to problems is force, and when force fails, apply more force. He has a concept of friendship, though it is not a very healthy one. His concept of friendship is more akin to a debt owed than a mutual bond, though he never expects help from anyone else and views it as a curious commodity.
Biography : He was captured by the Cimmerian Empire as an infant. He has been trained by them to be a monsterous attack dog. His only friend in the entire system is Sirius, a fellow warwolf. |
9,394 | 266 | 7 | 397 | 2,210 | The beast stared Danny down as it took its attention of Erica and Tsukiko who were still on the ground. Danny had no idea that it was not a weak spot. Hitting in its chest was a really bad idea. He was about to find out the hard way. Meanwhile a girl from the distance who had a cloak on covering almost her entire face only watched as she let her sword rest by her side. She shook her head when she saw Danny aiming for its chest which was a bad idea. That was a Gryvern, a really powerful Ragnanite Demon which shoots a very powerful beam out its tail using the Egis on its chest to charge with. The worst part was, anyone who tried aim for its chest was going to be counterattacked by the beam its shoots out of its tail. It had a weakspot she knew about, but it was not its chest. Also, only special weapons worked against it. She wondered if the boy that was aiming at it was using an Egis when he targeted it. | Name: Asura Lin
Description: Asura is a tall, proud Feline Nekrian. She has dark red hair that also covers her cat-like ears and tail. She has a very slender frame. Her features are typically smooth, and she has some-what pale, smooth skin, though in stark contrast to this is a scar on her left cheek.
Apparel: She rarely wears the same outfit more than one a week at most, however her casual clothes typically are long, colorful dresses. When working, she typically wears a long pale blue dress shirt and long pants with gloves.
Demigod Form : N/A
Age : 27
Race : Nekrian (Feline)
Gender : Female
Alignment : Lawful Neutral
Interest : Sowing, Sarcastic Wit
Favorite Interest: Beauty
Dislike : Wanton Destruction
Person of Interest : N/A
Best friend : N/A
Rival : N/A
Most Hated Word : "Lady"
Quote : "All life, no matter how annoying, deserves to live. That does not mean I should make their life any easier."
Important Life of Value : The sanctity of life.
Favorite Food : Caramel
Ambition : To make beauty were there was none before.
Sin Guilty of Most : Pride
Title :
Combat Style : Weaken, Ensnare, Finish
Weapon Preference : Her own clothes
Weapon Name : N/A
Egis : She currently does not have one due to her being relatively new to the team
Egis : See above
Magic System : Natural
Element : N/A
Weakness : Inferno
Magical Level : C-
Special Skills : She uses a form of natural magic known as Spiderweaving. In essence, it involves the conjuration of magical strings, or to enchant existing strings. Using this form of magic, she turns all of her clothing, no matter how impractical fighting gear they might seem at first, in to both a powerful armor and a dangerous weapon. In addition, she may use her natural magic to heal wounds, though not as well as certain other magics allow.
Personality : She is typically cold, harsh, and sarcastic. However, even though she will usually not vocalize it, will act to protect to weak and oppressed, even if means bidding her time until she is in a position of power. She has a distaste for Caanites, but tolerates Axel due to his own patheticness, but still comes off especially cold towards him.
Biography : The only thing that will she would say is that she came from a wealthy family, but for unspecified reasons, left them. She is one of the newest members of the team, and has made no admit to know any of members, and specifly tries to keep a purely professional relationship.
Name : Fenrir Etrak
Description : In human body, Fenrir is suffering from malnutrition and as such looks small and scrawny. He is average height. His hair is brown and his eyes are bright red. His skin is actually mostly devoid of scars, except for one scar that runs down his back. In his bestial form, he is actually very large and muscular covered in brown fur. The scar even persists in this form. Fenrir does not have a feral form, but instead he has what is called "Ragnanok form" which is a very large, feral form that is able to stand on his hind-legs for a short amount of time.
Apparel : A rag cloth shirt and tattered pants.
Demi-god Form : N/A
Age : 17
Race : Werewolf (Base Human)
Gender : Male
Alignment : Chaotic Neutral
Interest : Fighting.
Favorite Interest : Fighting.
Dislikes : Cimmeria, Social Interaction, the World in general
Person of Interest : N/A
Bestfriend : Sirius
Rival : Cert
Most Hated Word : Cimmeria
Quote : "The world is a mean place, so you have to be meaner."
Important Life Value : Survival
Favorite Food : Venison
Ambition : The complete and utter destruction of the Cimmerian government and everything they stand for.
Sin Guilty of Most : Wrath
Title : The Wolf-Terror of Cimmeria
Combat Style : Savage, non-stop attacks until they stop moving.
Weapon Preference : None
Weapon Name: Fenrir's body is his weapon
Egis : N/A
Egis Weapon : N/A
Magic Systems : Nature and Spiritual naturally / Elemental (Ice only, due to Runemark of Cold)
Element : N/A naturally / Ice (Due to Runemark of Cold)
Weakness : Inferno Magic, He is often blinded by his own rage.
Magical Level : D- naturally, with the Runemark of Cold, C+
Special Skills: Ragnanok Form : Fenrir wears the band of ragnanok, a magical band that has been passed down through the Eso clan, which stabilizes his unstable power. When it is removed from it, he transforms into his Ragnanok Form, a giant bestial form with only a minor intelligence level, but massive amounts of raw strength.
The Runemark of Cold : An ancient Xian artifact is placed on the back of his neck, granting him increased magical power and the ability to use potent ice magic. Due to this runemark, he is able to conjure magic draining ice.
Personality : Fenrir is typically angry, but can just as easily fall into depression. His solution to problems is force, and when force fails, apply more force. He has a concept of friendship, though it is not a very healthy one. His concept of friendship is more akin to a debt owed than a mutual bond, though he never expects help from anyone else and views it as a curious commodity.
Biography : He was captured by the Cimmerian Empire as an infant. He has been trained by them to be a monsterous attack dog. His only friend in the entire system is Sirius, a fellow warwolf. |
9,395 | 267 | 0 | 1,154 | 1,925 | He woke up to a pain in his side. A pain that he hadn't felt in a very, very long time.
"Oh fuck! He's alive!"
The man held his chest, unable to breathe. It was as if he was drowning, but he had a felt like that was ironic for him. As he was trying to get control of himself, two figures stood near him, searching what seemed to be the man's backpack. "Oh Jesus look at this! this guy has all sorts of good shit! Chips, bottled water, fuckin' desserts too?" It looked like they were in what once was a community pool. Sunshine glowed through the broken and dusty windows, the pool has long been dry as they were sitting in the bottom of it, and the breeze from the outside gave a low whistle. The place was in horrible shape outside the pool too, pipes leaked and creaked, and everything was covered in a fine layer of dirt.
The man finally was able to catch his breath, he managed to roll onto his stomach and get on all fours to look at his reflection in a puddle of water. He was handsome, and gave off a sense of power and authority. His hair and beard were thick and jet black, with a couple of dark gray hairs visible. His eyes were the darkest green he has ever seen, and he had a strong jaw, straight nose, and a scar on his cheek. His skin was a deep bronze, and looked weathered by sea travel... He wore a dark blue flannel coat, with a warm v-neck sweater underneath. Around his neck was a scarf made of cloth and what looked like a fishing net. He also had on jeans, and some old boots. he looked like he dressed as a dirty crewmember of a fishing boat.
His self realization was cut short by another shot of pain to his side. One of the two men kicked him back down, but this time. "Where'd you get your gear?" He asked. The two men wore matching outfits. ski masks with disturbing stitches to create a scarecrow smile, bullet proof vests over their heavy jackets, with army fatigue pants and boots. Something told the man that they were looters for a living. "Where'd you get your shit pal? you couldn't have possibly gotten this type of stuff on your own... And what is this? A harpoon?" The second one spoke up, holding up something that made the stranger's heart beat faster.
It was an old fishing harpoon, the metal dulled, but the edges still sharp. The shaft looked like it was made once of bronze, but was just as dull as the blade. Leather was wrapped in the center of it to get a better grip. It was an ordinary looking antique, but something told the stranger that he had a very long history with that harpoon. "Might be one. He's all dressed in ocean looking shit. Who are you? Where're your friends?" The first man demanded.
"I'm.." The man said with a hoarse voice. A name came to mind immediately in his head. that was the only thing that appeared about him, actually. I Am Poseidon. the voice in his head said. "Ben." The man now known as Ben said, his voice more confident. The two of them laughed. "You don't look like a Ben, but alright." The first one stepped forward, holding a knife. The second one tossed aside the harpoon and continued to search the backpack. "Tell us Ben, where'd you get your gear? We don't like repeating questions." The blade got closer to Ben. "I... I don't know." He managed to say, backing up. Before he could do anything, the man with the blade punched Ben in the face, grabbing him by the shirt, and picking him up. "Bullshit. Where's your base held up? We don't kill people unless its necessary.. So we'll give you one more chance."
"I'm telling you I don't know any--" Ben was thrown backwards, hitting the side of the pool wall hard with his head. He was in half a daze, his head hurt, but most of all... He was starting to get upset. He was punched again in the face, then kicked in the stomach, everything was hurting, like being hurt for the first time. And this kept fueling the hatred he had for this man. The angrier he got the more he sensed something... He didn't know what, but it was like something in his gut told him that something was within the pool side wall. His hands tingled as he looked over at his harpoon a few feet away, and his stunning green eyes stared at the man with anger. "Don't do that again." Ben said, his voice surprisingly calm.
"Or what, old man? You gonna tangle me up in that fish net of yours? I hope your friends' lives were worth more than yours. Thanks for the free stuff, by the way." The man lunged at Ben with the blade. Everything went in slow motion. The tug in his chest was stronger than ever, his right hand was on fire. His instincts took over. Ben put out his left hand, and extended his right to the side. A very low creak sound appeared, and then a jet of water rushed out of the side of the wall, hitting the looter straight in the face. He fell to the ground, and when Ben looked at his right hand, the old harpoon was in his hand. He assumed that in the heat of the moment he went to grab it.
Water was now flooding the pool. The water was up to their ankles, and Ben started to feel the back of his head and other wounds numb down. He guessed it was the adrenaline finally kicking in. "Ohohoh, I don't know what you just did, but you're dead you son of a bitch!" The man with the knife lunged again, but this time, Ben was ready. He swiped the pole towards the man's wrist, making the knife go sideways. With a twirl of his own wrist the harpoon was parallel with his forearm, and he smacked the man's head with the bottom of the weapon. He man went out cold, blood trickling out of his mask and in the water. Ben and the other looter stood in amazement. and then the second man came in to attack. Ben ducked and swung the harpoon at the man's legs, making him fall over. With another flip of his wrist the harpoon's blade quickly went to the man's neck.
Ben had no idea how he did that. He never fought with any weapon before!... or did he? Everything was a blur to him! the only thing he knew was that he was in New York, and the world has gone to shit. The two stared at each other for a second, until Ben decided not to kill the man. He kicked him square in the head, knocking him out cold. He was scared at this moment. Where exactly was he? Who were those people? Who was he? He dropped down to the ground to pick up his backpack, and then did a very quick search through the looter's objects. Satisfied, he put the backpack on his back, the harpoon in his hand, and climbed out of the pool, and out of the building.
New York City was not what it once was, or at least what he thought it would be. Once mighty skyscrapers were now toppled over and covered in plans and dust. The roads were willed with bones of all shapes and sizes, as well as rusted cars, oil drum fires, and all sorts of debris. Ben looked both ways, uncertain on where to go. he looked down at the weapon that saved his life minutes ago. It definitely didn't look special. Just a rusty harpoon, but something in the back of his mind told him it was so much more, but the more he thought about it the more blanks he drew. It was as if this memory should be here, but it wasn't. The only memories he had were those of the end of the world, and what his true name was.
I am Poseidon. Rang through his head again... It wasn't a normal name, but that was the only thing that made sense about him right now. He was Poseidon. And he had to find the others... The others? Whatever that meant. He heard distant gunfire to the left, with a very high pitched and bone chilling screech. A normal person would have started running the opposite way. But Ben needed to find some answers. The sound of battle was his best bet. Putting the harpoon in between his back and backpack, he started to run towards the sounds, keeping low as he did so. | God Name: Atlas
Mortal Name: Eli Greene
Origin/God of: Greek. Titan Lord of Astronomy and Navigation. Bearer of the Heavens
Apperance: Eli is 6'2", with a very large muscular build. He has short light brown hair, with a darker trimmed beard, and a scar right above his right eye, separating his brow. His skin is a deep tan, and there are numerous scars all over his body, especially on his arms and top of his back. He wears a warm and worn travel jacket, with a dark shirt underneath. His jeans are faded, and he wears a pair of old boots. The most noticeable feature about him though are his eyes. They look like they are made of gold, being so light brown. They also show an immense amount of suffering and pain. As if he experienced something no one has ever felt before.
God history: Atlas is the son of Iapetus (the God of Mortality) and Clymene (Goddess of infamy, fame, and the renown). He is also the brother of Prometheus. He was a leader in the Titan War against the Greek Gods, and ultimately lost. His punishment was to stand on the west side of the Earth, and hold up the sky and heavens.
Personality: Atlas is on a road of redemption. He has a heavy heart, and tries his best to differ right from wrong. He is incredibly strong willed, and hard to sway when he has made up his mind. He has a sense of responsibility to help as many as he can, even in this horrible new world they are all now in.
Weapon(s): He has an old sword that he used in the Titan war long ago, but it isn't special.
Relationships/friendships: None yet
Other: "Tell me, Atlas, which is heavier? The world, or its people's hearts?" |
9,396 | 267 | 1 | 1,188 | 1,184 | I am the dead.
He stirred, stirred in the darkness, sensation gradually flowing into his mind as warmth flowed into his limbs. There was something on his tongue, something cold, metallic--he spat, or tried to, dirt coming into his mouth. He realized then where he was, why he couldn't see...Why he couldn't spit whatever it was out. He was underground, his legs pinned by their muddy prison. He nearly screamed, but realized the sound would be muffled, that any air he gave up would be air he couldn't get back. He slung one of his arms up with all his might, wincing as his fist hit the wall of earth--but it cracked, and spurred on he punched it again, and again, until finally light started to stream through the hole. He gasped, pulling himself out, coughing the rest of the dirt and the metal object (whatever it was) out on to the mud of a freshly dug and extremely shallow grave. It was a small, golden coin, as it turned out... And though he couldn't see why, he felt strangely attached to it. για τον Άδη the inscription read, and somehow he knew...
For Hades. Was that who he was? Another name came to his mind, a longer but somehow... Less oppressive one. Hal Desmond. First syllables aside... Hal. That was his name. That's who he'd be.
A scarf was around his neck twice, the same color as the rest of his clothing--black, for some reason, maybe Hal Desmond was some kind of Goth--but seemed to shimmer--
BANG! A single shot careened off a headstone near Hal, his eyes going wide with fear as he turned--
"Damn it man, he's alive!"
The shouter was holding a backpack and a two-pronged spear, and instinctively Hal knew... Those were his. And he was going to get them back. More from reflex than anything else, he threw the end of his scarf around his neck once more, and--the world was transparent, like a dream... The gunmen facing him looked like shadows of themselves, aiming back and forth, looking for a target that wasn't there. Only the spear was still solid, and Hal made for it as fast as he could, snagging it out of the thug's lax hand, spinning and slamming the butt of the weapon into his head. The man crumpled, and Hal, still in the flow of battle, stabbed him in the chest--then pulled back, the man's breath coming in ragged gasps. Damn, he hadn't meant to... By the gods... Killing mortals, Hades? some voice rang out of his subconscious, and he shook his head, still in shock.
Still another one to worry about, though. The clatter and careen of more shots scared him out of his reverie, and another quick slam to the head sent the other man into sleepy-town-fun-times. Hal unwrapped his scarf, staggering back and leaning against a particularly large monument, staring at the sky and at the ruined city buildings around him. He'd answered the "who" question, he was Hal Desmond. Maybe... Maybe "what" and "where" were better...
The sound of shouting was moving toward him, and he pushed himself off of the stone, facing more of what looked like the same band who had just attacked him. There were five, at least, and even with the scarf... Frenzied shooting was likely to get him...
There came the last, slow, death rattle of the man he'd killed, and then a much louder sound. Black energy burst forth from the dying man's chest, shrieking as it blasted its way toward Hal, slamming into him and removing all of his fatigue, his weakness at just waking, filling him with what seemed like infinite energy. He smiled slightly. Fight was still uneven, but... Whatever that was, no matter how it disturbed him, it sure did even the odds. | God Name: Nezha
Mortal Name: Ning Liánhuā
Origin: Chinese, Third Lotus Prince and Protector of Drivers
God History: en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nezha_(deity)
Personality: As a child deity, Nezha was born with laughter in his eyes, living a youthful and carefree life. But he was was also headstrong with near unmovable opinion, while his strong sense of right and wrong pitted him against evil and powerful foes. As a human, Li is an orphan that makes his living by working in a flowershop, while displaying a rare form of kindness in our day, from feeding strays to giving half his lunch money to the homeless.
Weapon: Armillary Sash: Having the initial form of a simple red scarf, this enchanted sash can reach near limitless lengths and can be used both as a trapping device as well as a weapon.
Flaming Spear: Creation and manipulation of heat and fire.
Wind Fire Wheels: Nezha's most recognizable and favored tool, these take the form of two mundane rollerblades.
Relationship/friendship: Being rivals in the past, Nezha now shares a close friendship with the Monkey King, Sun Wukong.
Other: Knows a variety of martial arts and has excellent herbal knowledge. |
9,397 | 267 | 2 | 1,918 | 8,265 | Oct 2015 6:47 2 yrs ago | CS:
God Name:Set
Mortal Name: Jayden
Origin/God of: Egyptian God of Deserts, Storms, Chaos, Foreigners, and War.
Apperance:
God history: can be a link, or you can use your knowledge! haha
Personality:Jayden/Set is a bit reckless and wild, overcome with a desire to live free and by his own rules. He always tries to be the head of the pack, and doesn't take kindly to having that position challenged. When it comes to fighting, you'll never find him seem more alive, as bloodshed just brings a smile to his face that begets a disturbing serenity in the chaos that is him. He also a quick wit and some what sarcastic, quick to make a joke at another expense the moment he sees the opportunity.
However, despite these qualities, Set isn't that bad of a guy. While he shouldn't be trusted in most situations, he knows his duty and will always seek to fulfil it. He can be very protective over those he cares for or feels duty bound to help, and any who seek to harm those under his protection will have the sands turned red with thèir blood for their transgressions.
Weapons:A Khopesh and his Signature beast, the Set Animal
Relationships/friendships: Anubis=It's complicated
Other:As a god of the Desert, he brings it everywhere he goes, able to turn any inorganic material into Sand with but a touch and enough focus. This and all sand is at his beck and call, able to bend to his will if enough focus is put into it. At the start, he can't control much more than a mound half his size and it takes some concentration to move it, though not as much as it takes to create sand. Once created, however, it will always follow him, melding with his skin until it's time to be called forth once again.
Aside from that, he's also a natural skilled fighter, able to use any weapon placed on his hands with much skill, though he holds a preference for melee combat. Along with this is his animal companion, The Set Animal, who takes the form of a large fog when it's not in battle. When ever it's master is in trouble, however, he can transform into a somewhat larger beast with a head similar to a jackal with long ears and a mouth full of teeth. The Set animal is a dangerous beast, having increases stength, speed, and durability when compared to other animals, and having all the ferocity of a Sandstorm as well, making it a for e to be reckoned with.
((Appearances and History to come later))
CS:
God Name:Quetzalcoatl
Mortal Name: Damian
Origin/God of: Aztec God of the West Wind, the Morning Star/The Dawn, Justice , Priesthood, Learning, and the Arts
Apperance:Damian is a tall, if skinny man at around 6'2, with a somewhat muscular frame. His skin is a dark tan color and his face is rather handsome in it's own way. His eyes are a deep jade green, the pupils being only slightly elongated in comparison to the normal human eye, his hair was coarse as it swept it's way across it's head in a vibrant array of colors, mostly a mix of reds, blues, and dark greens, though a few others were in there as well. His teeth are mostly normal except for his canines, which are thinner than normal and rather sharp at the point, like pseudo-fangs.
Also, across his torso and upper arms are a number of scale-like tattoos.
God history: can be a link, or you can use your knowledge! haha
Personality:Damian/Quetzalcoatl is a very intellectual individual, always eager to learn as much as he can, and teach others what he's discovered. He's a very cheerful, upbeat guy who keeps a shroud of optimism even in these dark times. He always is on the look out for something beautiful to capture it's image in a painting or drawing of somekind.
Damian/Queztalcoatl abhors needless violence, finding such acts appalling and those who commit them to be disdainful and savage. That being said, if it's in the defense of someone else, he'll fight to the bitter end until righteousness prevails, or he dies trying to preserve it.
Weapon(s) :He has no weapons truly, but he does posses a Aztec Wind Jewel(a conch shell that's been cut in half to show a spiral design) which helps him focus his powers and he can listen to see if he can learn any bits of knowledge caught by the west wind.
Relationships/friendships: Can be progressed through the RP, mostly made for which characters you have a connection with
Other:
He's able to manipulate the wind and air to his whims, currently all he can do is push people around with sudden gusts, but if he focuses on his gem he can channel those gusts in to blades and drills, though it's more tiring. He can also take strength from the stars, either to make him momentarily shine brightly like a human-sized flash bang, or use it to form weaponry out of starlight, though this is his most draining ability and can only be done for a short time before he falls unconscious, at the moment, anyway.
He can also communicate with birds and reptiles to an extent, though translating the knowledge he gains to others is difficult due to the differences in how the creatures process information. Any of his offense powers are more effective against forces of evil than other things, as their essence is being exercised by the power of his inner light. |
9,398 | 267 | 3 | 78 | 8,915 | She slightly jolted up, back arching as the sharp intake of air broke the eerie silence of the desolate place the young maiden lay. The first gasp of air spilling into her lungs felt as though it was both a gift and a curse. She greedily took in each new gasp of air but with each breath came a throbbing pain as if she had been slammed in the rib cage more than once and her head felt like it might split in two. She didn't understand why everything was spinning even though she was still unmoving from the dry unforgiving earth below her but eyes looked up above, the same bright blue as the sky she was staring at. The only thing to block that vision was the twisted branches and limbs of dead trees that refused to fall and withstanding the destruction of what was probably once a vibrant beautiful orchard. She waited, the world slowly coming to a halt and no longer a dizzy mess which made her feel steady enough to try to move as well as take a look around. She carefully pushed up into a seated position, her legs curling to the side as if a natural lady like position was something she always did but even she couldn't be sure.
Nothing, that was her memory. The only thing she got was basic knowledge and the reason for the chaos around her but to who she was and how she got here...she just didn't know. A hand reached up for the dirt, brushing brunette locks out of her face as she had a look at what was nearby. A sword lay at her hip but it seemed dull, useless and covered in only knows what as well as rust. It would do her no good and for some reason, though she knew it was hers...she didn't feel to much connection to the object. Her eyes continued to scan, landing on a backpack not to far away but that isn't what made her heart stare to rush. Next to the pack was a simple fruit, one that shouldn't mean anything more than food but she felt like it meant everything. She carefully crawled closer, not caring if she dirtied her pants legs and gently picked up the blood red fruit...no...pomegranate...that is what it was. A soft smile graced her lips but the feeling of happiness was short lived as a voice spoke up in the distant.
"Hey! We got one over here!"
She felt blind panic fill her, weak and with no direction to guide her it didn't seem too bright. She wouldn't just sit and wait for doom though as she heard the hoots and calls as strangers started to rush closer. She quickly shoved the item in her hand the pack, slinging it over her shoulder fast before jetting off in a full sprint.
What have you gotten yourself into Lily?
Her head shook, pushing the shock of a sudden name popping into her head out of the way for now to focus. The name sounded nice but it wasn't really familiar...something was missing in her memory...a name more important than that of Lily but it was all so blurry.
Focus now. You can't get caught. Keep moving. They are getting closer...No one is here to help you this time...if there ever was anyone... | God Name: Persephone, Kore, Persephonia, Phersephone, Persephassa, Phersephatta, Persephone Soteira and Persephone Despoena, Proserpine, Proserpina.
Mortal Name: Lily
Origin/God of: Greek- Goddess of Springtime/ Queen of the UnderWorld/ Rebirth and Death
God history:
You bring the light clasped round you, and although
I knew you’d bring it, knew it as I waited,
Knew as you’d come that you’d come cloaked in light
I had forgotten what light meant, and so
This longed for moment, so anticipated,
I stand still, dazzled by my own delight.
I see you, and you see me, and we smile
And your smile says you are as pleased as me
With everything and nothing still to say
All that we’ve saved and thought through all this time
Boils down to affirmation now as we
Stand here enlightened in my realm of grey.
Cerberus wags his solitary tail,
And though the dust of Hell lies round our feet
Your flowers are already sprouting through.
“You came,” “I said I would,” “You didn’t fail,”
“And you’re still here,” “Of course. We said we’d meet.”
“Yes,” “Yes!” “You’re really here! “And so are you!”
We don’t say yet that you will have to go
And Hell return inevitably black
Your flowers fade when parted from your tread
Though this is something we both surely know,
As certain as you come, you must go back,
And I remain alone among the dead.
They say I snatched you from the world above
Bound you with pomegranates, cast a spell
Bribed you with architecture. It’s not so.
Friendship is complicated, life is, love,
Your work the growing world, my task is Hell
You come back always, always have to go.
But here and now, this moment, we can smile,
Speak and be heard, this moment we can share
And laugh, and help each other to be great,
And talk aloud together, all worthwhile,
Our work, our worlds, and all we really care,
Each word shines golden, each thought worth the wait.
And Hell’s poor souls whirl round us as they glide
Off up to Lethe to begin again,
On to new lives, new dawns beyond Hell’s night.
We walk among your flowers, side by side,
Such joys we share are worth a little pain.
You come back. And you always bring the light.
Personality: Persephone's personality is very dual like her roll in Olympia, on one hand she is compassionate, wise and even trusting to the point that it boarders on the innocently naive sometimes but she is also not one to be trifled with and has no problem putting people in their place should they call upon her rage. She can be just as jealous or stubborn as any other Olympian God or Goddess and much more clever than going about it straight on. She does what she believes is right and follows her heart and instincts on all matters. She can see into people better than they can see into themselves. It is hard for her too think of putting herself first as she is always ready to help another before helping herself.
Weapon(s)/Important Symbol : Golden Sword/Pomegranate
Relationships/friendships: To Be Determined
Other:
You Will Find Out In Due Time
SIDE NOTE: I may add in the Goddess Nyx but we will see so for now I am still reserving it. |
9,399 | 267 | 4 | 1,293 | 2,511 | He woke up slowly, starting to regain consciousness but not movement. Why can't I move? The only thought to pop into his head, his eyes forced open and he found himself laying on top of a fallen building. He looked down at is chest to find the culprit, an adolescent German Shepherd was laying on his chest. Naturally he would just shove the beast off but he felt a strong connection to this being. Could you please get up? Almost as if reading his thoughts, the dog got off and sat beside him. He stood up and looked around, the only thing near him was the beast and a backpack. He walked over to the backpack and put it on, thinking that he would have time to investigate the contents later. He looked out around the town that surrounded the building and saw three groups. Two were getting into a fight it appeared, one who had killed and five who wanted vengeance. Typically due to the state this world is in, but where is this? And who am I?
You are The Judge
A voice rang loud and clear in his head. The Judge, but what does that mean? Judge, apparently, looked down at the last group, one man who had killed and was heading towards the other two. Oh great, two pole-wielding murderers. Judge looked back towards the fight. He watched as the murderer had a black energy surge towards him, and then he looked back towards the five.
They need to be judged
Them!? But their the good guys, right? Or perhaps all of those people down there require judgement. Judge carefully found his way off the building and headed towards the sounds. "Come on Beast." What was that? Did sounds just come from my mouth? They call this talking don't they? At his words, the dog found it's way to his side. "Well then, I guess your name is Beast. Let's go then." Judge carried on towards the fight, slowing fading in and out of existence. He was not aware of his slight jumps here and there but Beast got confused every now and then.
"Hey, you! Give me your bag!"
Another voice, this time not coming from his head but from nearby, called to him from his side. Oh great, just what I needed. Judge turned around and saw a man holding a pistol and standing in front of his son. Judge walked closer to them and faded out, provoking a shot that went right through his faded form, he reappeared in front of the man and quickly knocked the pistol out of his hand. Judge grabbed the man by his head and threw him against the ground. He stepped over the father and raised his foot over his head. A voice that was not his own came from within him, "You have been judged by truth and have been found guilty. Your judgement... is Death. Just as his foot was about to crush the man's skull, Judge regained control of himself. "But you shall be spared for the sake of this innocent child." Judge walked off, grabbing the pistol off the ground. This should prove useful, I wonder how many bullets are in.... One Freaking Bullet! My Gods! Ugh, I better make it count then. | WIP
God Name: Anubis
Mortal Name: Abel
Origin/God of: Egyptian - God of Death, Rebirth, Truth, The Soul, and Judgement
Appearance:
God history: Anubis Stuff
Personality: Typically a shy and quiet kid, Abel avoids interaction at all costs. When he does interact with people, he can't help but distrust them. He refuses to believe anyone's words unless they are holding the feather of truth and before he remembers the feathers capabilities, he won't trust people at all.
Once he does connect with someone enough to trust, he can't help but get attached and follow them around like a lost puppy. This is due to his confusing past and not knowing who is what to him. The only thing that has always stayed constant is that Wepwawet is his brother, Set is related to him in some way, and Osiris becomes his king. If he ever finds one of these three, he will cling to them more than anyone else.
Abel also does not understand the concept of love. He has never felt the need for it and doesn't understand when someone is flirting with him.
Weapon(s) : The feather of truth, anyone who holds it can only speak the truth, and the beast that eats the souls of those who fail judgement, currently taking the form of a German Shepherd.
Relationships/friendships: Set = ummmmm....., Wepwawet = brother.
Other: Anubis usually never sets foot in the mortal realm, and due to this he can fade in and out of existence for small periods of time. This makes it look like he is teleporting very short distances. |
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