Cifer's character sheet~

[Cifer]

I mostly use him for Super-Power Role-Plays or Mutant Role-Plays. He's definitely my favorite OC...

"It is very difficult to be great. Worms....worms like you only live to prove this theory..."

Name:
James 'Crow' Falkner.

Age:
15

Gender:
Male, though some says that his build and facial structure is a bit...slimmer than an average male. It is mostly because of his hollow skeleton and his powers.

Skills/Abilities:
James is very fast, agile, nimble, and accurate. He hardly ever misses when shooting his feathers, and his reaction time allows him to even dodge bullets. While hand-to-hand combat isn't his forte, as he mainly attacks in hit and runs, dive-bombing from the sky, and with his feathers, James can still hold his all.

It is because of his nimbleness and small stature that he can use the opponents' attacks against them, often redirecting a haymaker aimed at his head, or leaping on top of a particulary nasty kick, only to jump off of the leg and claw the opponent's face.

Powers:
Crow Physiology, or the power to take on abilities and attributes of Crows.

Aerial Adaption: James is able to withstand extremely high or low air pressure (not becoming disoriented or deprived of the normal breathing capacity), and high wind friction; this is accompanied by an innate immunity to the vertigo and/or fear of heights.

Claw Retraction: James can project and retract razor-sharp claws from his fingertips for offensive purposes. Claws are composed of his own bones.

Enhanced Agility: James can go from one motion to another effortlessly, effectively dodge attacks, swing from things easily, sprint, do back-flips and numerous other gymnastic, athletic and martial implements with little effort.

Enhanced Lung Capacity: James has a tremendous lung capacity and/or ability to use the oxygen very effectively enabling him to hold his breath for extended periods of time while staying active. It also include birdlike lungs that allow him to keep his lungs constantly filled with fresh air.

Enhanced Reflexes: James has drastically enhanced reaction speed, allowing him to dodge and maneuver around complex attacks, catch falling objects, block detriments, and react instantaneously to what others take more time to react to.

Wing Manifestation: James has or is able to manifest wings that grow or are attached to the body allowing flight. They may also protect from rear attacks or detach and re-grow for quick getaways.

Hollow Skeleton: James's bones are hollow, making them lighter, faster and more agile than they appear.

Feather Zakura: James waves his wings in an enemy's direction, and the feathers will shoot off and zoom towards his intended target, as sharp as a sword. As soon as the feather leaves his wings they automatically reform themselves, taking the spot of the previous feathers.

Weaknesses:
James, while incredibly agile, fast, nimble, keen, and accurate...he is not very durable. His bones are hollow, making them easier to break, and getting his wings pierced or crushed is purely agonizing.

Personality:
James is a weirdly calm, quiet, intellectual individual that a lot of people find odd. He mostly keeps to himself, not really opening up to anyone, not even his friends. However, he could be seen either whispering to his pet Crow, or stroking it's feathers. James is also very clear-minded in any situation, always calculating any outcome inside of his massive brain. His sharp eyes hardly seems to blink, as if taking everything in. Rather than participating in conversations, James merely observes with his unblinking, calculating stare that puts everyone on edge. The staring crow on his shoulder doesn't help, either...

History:
Born in an orphanage, James didn't have the best childhood. He was constantly teased by the other kid for being 'weird'. Now, poor little James wasn't aware of his oddities; unnatural quietness, fondness for crows, dangerous hobby for jumping off of stuff.

He thought it all was normal. Well, it wasn't. One day, while James was perching on the 'big kid' slide in the orphanage's playground, an 11 year old pushed him. Before you think, 'Wow...that's pretty fuckin' cruel'...lemme give you a bio of ole' 11 year old Tommy. He's a big, fat kid that steals chocolate. He also takes pictures of the old lady that runs the orphanage. A common delinquent.

Anyways, as he was falling from the relatively high slide, the scared, albeit silent boy felt some pressure at the back of his shoulder blades. Just as he was about to hit the ground headfirst, the pain became unbearable and two small...things popped out of his back. They were soft, feathery, and oddly comfortable. However, the 11 year old freak, Tommy Whatsitcallit, ran back to the orphanage patron to scream his small little head off about the 'weird crow kid'.

To make a long story short...James was kicked onto the street...and the rest is history. You may find out more in the IC, however...

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This character, Yami Moon, is mostly for Fantasy/Mythical free-roam Role Plays.

Race: Dark Elf, though all of his skin is covered, so no one knows of his race...

Name: Yami Moon

Age: 26

Powers: Yami has god-like speed, agility, accuracy, and precision. At top speed, he's basically teleporting, though not literally. At his lowest speed, to others it appears as if he's a blur. Along with this is his ability to create clones of himself, and the ability to blend in with his surroundings, much like a Chameleon. Another on of his skills is his mastery of his feather-light katana, and the ability to wield it with his feet. Stealth, espionage, assassination, they are all mastered.

Personality: Yami Moon is quiet, careful, suspicious, and vigilant. No matter where he goes, his eyes scouts out any possible escape routes or dark spots. He made a pact to live and die by stealth so he isn't one for loud conversations or groups. He is strictly business, and hardly a people's person.

Short Bio: Raised in a run-down dojo, Yami wasn't used to much. He was trained by his father, his only living relative, at the age of 3. His training was stopped at the age of 23, where his father was killed by humans. After that, Yami threw himself into mercenary work, using his unique prowess and stealth to get the jobs done cleanly, silently, and efficiently.

Other: He has a katana that is nearly weightless. No name for it, I suppose. That's all.

A quick example of Yami Moon's...abilities and work:

Yami Moon observed the Wanted Poster once more, masked face taking in every single detail. He was getting a bit low on money, and needed to stock up on kunai, shuriken, and a few other supplies that aren't very important to list right now. The Wanted Poster was rewarding 50 gold for the head of a local bandit chief, Wampanke. Apparently, this Wampanke guy was an Orc, and had a small camp somewhere deep in the nearby forests. They were charged with raiding a trade caravan, and attacking travelers.

Yami sighed silently. 50 gold wasn't much, but it'll do.

With no other thoughts, the ninja leaped high into the air before blurring into the nearby trees.

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A small, goblin like creature stood stonily still in front of a shady-looking camp. The camp was inhabited by small, sleeping figures, all nearly identical to each other. However, at the North end of the rather...dark, small camp was a giant tent that nearly took up all the space of it's immediate area.

Inside of the tent was a giant, fat, blob of a man. He had dirty, dark green skin that was reminiscent to the Goblin Grunts, a jiggly fat belly that moved with every deep, wheezing breath he took, and an ugly face to match.

Said green blob was the head of the bandit camp, and his name was Wampanke, or Chief Wampanke depending on who you ask.

The Orc was currently sleeping rather sloppily, with one large, droopy arm hanging off the side of his small, straining cot and the other jammed up his nose. Therefore, he wasn't aware of the current assassination that was going on in his camp...

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Yami stood, crouched in the murky trees. The shadow of the rather large limb hanging overhead kept him away from any peering eyes, with his black clothing helping him drastically.

He observed the lone Goblin guard, who was just standing there, dozing off with snot dripping from his noise. Silently and as fast as lightning, Yami leapt out of the tree and jammed his precious katana through the guard's chin, before yanking it out just as swiftly and silently. Before the Goblin could even fall to the ground, Yami grabbed him by his neck and brought his katana up with the other hand and....

*SWOOSH*

decapitated him. The dark elf then grabbed the head and body before hiding them both into the nearby bushes, ignoring the blood for now.

There would be no one there to see it, anyway.

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Yami's tall, slim figure slowly melded from the shadows, appearing in the corner of the bandit camp. He observed all of the five small, sleeping figures before silently walking up to the one farthest away from the others.

His katana in hand, the dark elf brutally stabbed the sharp weapon into the sleeping figure's head before pulling it out quickly. He then proceeded to grab the dead Goblin and throw it into the air.

As soon as he did this action, he disappeared silently with great speed, before appearing in front of the still near-by corpse. With startling precision and accuracy, the ninja slashed and slashed the body until it was just floating there, in mid-air.

Without a noise, the ninja landed gently and gracefully on the ground before flicking the blood off of his katana.

As soon as the blood droplets found it's solace onto the dirty ground, the corpse in the air exploded in a shower of blood, gore, and body parts.

The remaining four Goblins woke up in alarm after hearing the sound of liquid and fleshy-like things decorate the ground. One Goblin, who we shall call Tom, yelled out in fear once the haze of sleepiness left his eyes.

The other three Goblins hurriedly stood up, wanting to see what had happened....only for their faces to turn a pale shade of green.

" 'Vat tha foundahz?!" Tom screeched loudly, looking at the bloody and gory ground. The other Goblins looked around for the attacker, faces still pale and sick-looking.

"Find 'em!" one squeaked, grabbing his wooden bow and arrows. The others grabbed anything they could get their hands on, be it a sword, a club, or a slingshot. However, as soon as they were all huddled up close together, the small band of Goblins didn't expect to see a shady figure meld appear out of nowhere, clutching an elegant sword.

The figure, Yami, merely motioned with one gloved hand to 'bring it on'.

Three Goblins stood back in fear, huddled, while Tom the Goblin walked forward.

"Yu dieeee!!!" the goblin screeched, rushing forward with his giant club held out before him. While small, Goblins are very strong and reasonably agile, but also stupid as hell.

As soon as the Goblin got in front of the silently standing figure, he swung his club upwards, hoping to get a hid on his midsection. Yami, however, appeared behind him at the last second, making Tom the Goblin stumble forward from momentum.

Before anyone can blink, Yami was walking towards the group of Goblins, while Tom just stood there.

Then....he exploded.

The three Goblins just stood there for a second, frozen in fear, before two of them suddenly got rageful looks on their small faces. One stood back and launched a barrage of iron-tipped arrows, while the others 'Leeroy Jenkined' his ass toward Yami, wielding a blunt-looking sword.

Yami grabbed the first arrow out of mid-air before twirling around and launching it back towards the bow-user. The arrow buried itself into the retarded Goblins head, whom's corpse then proceeded to fall down, dead.

Yami then proceeded to, with blinding speed and accuracy, slice every other arrow down the middle.

By this time, the sword-wielding one was in Yami's immediate vicinity, swinging his sword towards the Dark Elf's head. Yami merely tilted his head back slightly, letting it pass harmlessly by a mere inch, before launching a stiff kick towards the Goblin's head.

The Goblin flew back from the force, before standing up and charging again. Yami sighed before flicking his wrist forward. A small, steel kunai flew from his sleeve before burying itself into the Goblin's head.

Yami then proceeded to walk forward.

The last Goblin shat himself and proceeded to commit senpekku with his own sword.

Yami sighed before looking towards the tent, where the large orc Chief was, most likely, still asleep. The ninja disappeared in the shadows before slinking into the tent...

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A flash of steel, a thin spray of fat, foul-smelling blood, and a packaged Orc head later, Yami disappeared into the dark forest...

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Meet Acid, an insane Acid Demon that may replace Crow as my favorite OC! I can see myself using him for Mutant/Super Power/Supernatural Role Plays.

Name:
Vlad 'Acid' Kurogane


Nickname:
Acid


Age:
His age is unknown.


Gender:
Male


Race:

It all started when a rumbling was set off beneath the planet's surface. A powerful, yet mythical in that time, demon burst through the grounds of the holy tree that bordered the oasis of ((I DON'T KNOW)). It was named: حمض الشيطان or, Acid Devil. He got his name from the burning liquid in his blood that leaked through his fingertips. He looked around the size, if not a bit larger, than a normal human being. His ebony hair was streaked green, and it trailed behind him like a cape. His face was marked with green swirls and slashes, and his eyes were like those of a snake. While he was on his destructive tirade, a woman was giving birth to twins. She named them Rama and Lyza, Rama the boy and Lyza the girl. Both of them had jet-black hair and light blue eyes.

Moments after they were born, Acid Devil smashed through the home and killed them all. In the southern part of the city, the priests of the neighboring villages rallied together to stop the beast. They approached him and began to set their trap. They prayed and chanted to create a holy barrier in which he was trapped. The priests managed to destroy him, but just barely. His weakened form slipped away and into the twins Rama and Lyza, bringing them to life. Their hair developed green streaks and their eyes glowed green. They were the first Acid-Demon

Weapons:

Vlad has two guns that he had custom-made for his unique abilities. They are both 'Desert Eagles', and are made specifically for his corrosive acid. Due to his powers, which is below, Vlad has the ability to infuse ANYTHING with acid, and use it in many ways. However, rocks, pebbles, pencils...they all lack the power, speed, and accuracy he wants. So...he had these babies crafted. This is how they work: He channels the 'acid bullets' into the butt of the gun, and the gun blasts them out in rapid succession. There is no need for reload, either. The acid bullets, once they touch someone, could either burn through them, burn them, corrode their skin, making it peel off and melt, or simply bruise em as if it was a blunt force.

He simply blasts the acid bullets until he either need to take a break, which is few and far in between, or the target is dead or dying. He does need to pull the trigger each time he shoots it, though the trigger is always greased and easy to move, so that isn't a problem. The color of the bullets depends on the gun, however. His purple one shoots a stream of small, purple acid bullets while the green one sends small, green acid bullets.

Truly a work of art...


Allegiance:
Earth, though sometimes it may be questionable...


Abilities:
Unlike most Acid Demons, Vlad's power is actually pretty unique. It is called Acid Infusion, and only helps if he has anything near him. It could be anything; grass, dirt, rocks, anything. Basically, Vlad can infuse any object with acid allowing them burn through enemies armor, shields, and even corrode the enemies themselves. That means if he gets a small pebble and infuse it with acid...and toss it at someone.....it'll fucking burn a hole through their ass. HAHAHAHAHA!!!!


Personality:
Vlad is bat-shit insane. It was the only way to cope after seeing his whole family eventually die and rot away. Though sadistic, cruel, and usually pretty disgusting, Vlad does have morals. He dislikes hurting girls, for one. If they fight him, however, he shows no mercy. He also cracks joke here and there, and often insults people he's marginally close to, but in a fun, joking way.

However, in battle, Vlad is a....sorta' different person. He fights with ferocity and often-extreme cruelty, rarely shooting to kill until his target has been totally disabled and humiliated.


Crush:
None~!


Family:
His whole species is extinct. :/ No need to pull it up, bro! YOU DON'T EVEN LIFT!


Other:
I didn't feature 'History' because, if you look at his race....that's basically his history.

[Cifer]

This is Wong. I just like him a lot. I don't know why. xD

He will be mine for any Martial Art/Battle Role Plays.

Name:
Wong 'Monkey' Leuray


Age:
16


Grade:
A decent foothold between B and A.


Fighting style:
Wong uses a peculiar Chinese martial art form. It is called the Drunken Money. The form is short and simple, consisting of a few dozen or so movements. Much of the moves are performed at a low ground level, with rolling, tumbling and falling techniques. There are also many unusual grappling and blocking techniques. The higher level attacks include eye pokes and throat hits, as well as blocks and punches (with punching being exceptional, as monkeys generally do not attack with their fists). There are also many middle attacks such as kicks aimed to the stomach area, and lower attacks to the lower abdomen, groin and legs.


Weapon:
None, as he doesn't really like weapons.


Personality:
Generally a fun-loving, clumsy, and childish dude. Some calls him weird, due to his rather...clumsy incidents and monkey-like habits, though he denies this with vigor unseen from someone so young. He dislikes his nickname, though he never rejects it. He is prone to randomly act like a monkey, including beating his chest rather sloppily before tripping on something unseen to the human eye. Wong is also rather cheerful and optimistic, though he sometimes have stages where he's all 'depressed and emoey'. These only lasts for a couple of seconds, though, and he acts like it never happened. His words are slightly slurred most of the time, unless the situation is serious. When shit goes down, he goes....
...

...

Bananas.

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!!!


Bio:

"My mother were called Sister Lydia, and my father was called Brother Blake. They were both monks of the Holy Shaolin temple, and pretty darn loyal ones, too. When I was born, my mother and father didn't know what to do with me.

I was a monkey.

...Well...that sounded awkward.

No, I wasn't an actual monkey. I had some weird hair disorder, a really really weird and rare one. I also had some sort spinal distention of a tail. This one put both my parents and the doctor in a shock. It wasn't unheard of, as you could easily find it on the internet....but it was still frickin' shocking.

However, my mother and father treated me no different, as monkeys were their favorite animals. The people at the temple treated me with respect, though some of the more...eccentric Sisters had the tendency to glomp me and rub my fur. After a threatening glance from my mom, and a stern talk-to from one of the more respected members, they stopped.

Now, at the age of 3 I was starting to show my real personality. Disturbingly energetic, agile, acrobatic...my parents didn't know what to do with me. I swung around our little cabin, I kept hitting old Brothers in the groin, and I couldn't help but fart randomly when we all were praying.

So, they decided to help me curb at least a mini amount of my energy. They hired a martial arts instructor, one of the most experienced at the Temple. Ironically, he was one of the few masters of a dangerous martial art form, the Drunken Monkey.

My parents thought that this was funny, but I didn't get the joke. I was only 3 back then.

Anyways, my Sensei taught me everything he knew over the 13 years. Well...everything except for the more...dangerous moves. However, I begged him to give me the scrolls. He refused, saying that I would learn them over the course of my years at the Academy. I, of course, didn't know what he meant. That was when he informed that he and my parents enrolled me into some kind of Martial Arts Academy.

At first I was hesitant, but after a calming talk with Sensei, and some tail-pushups....I eventually accepted it.

And....this is where my story beings, at the age of 16.

Corny, I know. However, I was getting tired of writing this auto-biography, so I hurried the ending. Don't judge..."

Dream:
That...is a secret.


Love interest:
None currently, though it is open.


Other:
A deep secret, huh?

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I sometimes stick my hand in paint because I like the feeling. Don't tell....plz.

[Cifer]

HI COLE!