The Strangers. The Oddities.
In Character / Out Of Character
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We knew we were different from birth, but in a world where destinies are given to everyone at birth, we were not allowed to express that. Forced into a world of mortals and weakness, we were not able to thrive, in fact, we barely survived the hell they gave us when they found out. The story was strange, but as are we.
Long ago, there were many of us. Well, not too many, but several times what is left of us. We all lived as normal, but we weren't. Strange things would happen, but only we noticed. The creatures that fed off the mortals, well, that was the other half of us. We didn't have the same choice then as we do now. We would decide when the humans would die. We were similar to reapers, but we did nothing with their souls. There wasn't anything for us to do with those. Not until we'd transform. In the daylight, our species looked and acted like humans, but when the light ceased...that half of us slept. The other...came out. Our bodies would alter, both mentally and physically. The humans didn't know of this, they couldn't. All would be lost if they did.
You see, we are the superiors, but we must not treat the lower species with vain, but instead we must accept them. Perhaps even learn to love them and be kind. Respect is virtue in our race, and we strive to live by it in every aspect. We understand that every action has a reaction, one that can be both positive and negative. Applying that to everything we do, even things as small as breathing, we've kept the mortal's planet alive, and kept our physical bodies as healthy as any other within our nature. The humans, though, in comparison were deteriorating with everything they do.
We had a city, far beneath the surface of the earth for when we would transform. Our above ground lair was more inviting, but did not provide the protection humans needed from us. At first, every single one of them, myself included, did not respect the humans as much as we did everything else, simply because they, themselves, lacked respect. Now, you've heard the stories of vampires, werewolves, chimeras, and all, have you not? Elven folk and dwarves? That is us. We are different. Not all of us were dangerous without the light. In fact, some of us were the gentlest of creatures. The werewolves and fairies caused most of the trouble at first, the sirens, too.
It was an accident, at least, we all believe it to be, when our hidden havens collapsed in unison, a day where most of us panicked. Where were the dangerous ones supposed to go? What about the ability each one of us possessed no matter what we were outside of light? What were we supposed to do about our abilities to create empty human vessels? We could remove souls. Some of us could harmlessly consume them. -shudders.- I couldn't bring myself to even try...
That's when the fight broke out between us. As a whole, we called ourselves The Strangers, it seemed fitting at the time. Many of us thought that with training, we could control what we could do... Others didn't want to abandon our previous way of life. Many lives were lost as we began to separate into two different sides, but a treaty was made. We would not include ourselves in their affairs, whereas they would not slip into ours. We would not cross ways, and our boundaries were not to be crossed unless a messenger was sent. The only messages we would share was that of attacks to both of us.
We split into The Oddities and The Strangers, the others keeping our former name. I am an Oddity. I am different.
Both of us still have our ability. With training, we contained ours, and aided in teaching our young the way of this containment. Before we split, whenever we were angered towards a mortal, they would drop and an orb would hang in the air, taunting us was the empty human shells turned gray and limp, lifeless because of our unruly power. We were drained when this occurred, staggering away as fast as we could due to fear the first time or so this happened. It's difficult not to get mad. Some of us had human lovers. Some of us had families. A lot of us hurt those we loved and adored... Hurt is an understatement. They were lost. Only those with much experience were able to re-place the souls once they were removed, but this ultimately cut out several years of their own life.
We would do our best to hold in our emotion, but when our havens collapsed, it was difficult. With much effort and sacrifice, we killed the opposing in our own 'clan' the same way as the humans. They did the same to us. That's when we split and the training began.
The user can remove the souls from others. The result of this can result in Apathy and possibly psychopathy due to lack of emotions, especially empathy. Once removed, the souls may be vulnerable to damage, and restoration of the damaged soul may cause damage to the victim, such as madness. User can manipulate soul, defined as spirit/essence of anything, especially sentient beings. Most have to learn to control their own soul first and expand from there, some may be able to learn how to tap to the essence of everything living. This cannot affect a Soulless Being.
Name: (include nickname if character has one.)
Appearance: (A picture is a must, and if it is absolutely impossible, a lengthy description is in order. Granted, you may do both. No. Anime.)
Clan: (Oddity or a Stranger?)
Attitude: (How does your character act/perceive the world?)
Other half: (Obviously your character is half human, but what about at night? Get creative. It doesn't necessarily have to be a creature, and instead can be a species if you'd like.)
Ability Skill Level: (1-5. Do not make your character a 5 unless you pm me great reason for it, and I may consider it, but it's not likely. Check rules for a skill level scale.)
Bio: (Doesn't need to be anything fancy, but try not to get too crazy and unrealistic.)
Other: (Anything else I should know about your character.)
1=Minimum skill has been acquired, but not fully mastered. Likely a younger Stranger or Oddity.
2=Minimum skill has been acquired and fully mastered. The start of learning simple combat as well.
3=Skill is increased and average for both Oddities and Strangers. Likely an adult by Clan's standards. Able to remove a soul, restoration would be costly. (ten years per restoration)
4=Skills are leaning towards a vicious combat level and soul manipulation. At this level one is able to both remove and restore a soul. One restoration costs at least five years of one's lifespan.
5=Mastered the art of restoration and removal without shortening their own lifespan, combat is by all means advanced and whomever has this skill level ought not to be messed with.
1. No meta-gaming. Just because it is on someone's character sheet does not mean your character already knows everything about the other(s).
2. Do not attempt to kill another's character unless it has been discussed and agreed upon. The GM need to be informed via PM if this happens, though.
3. No. Auto-hits.
4. The GM's words are law, don't argue nor ignore them. If asked by a GM to stop doing something or to change something in your post, you are to do it.
5. There is a plot. Please do not post any ideas without GM's approval. All ideas will be considered if PM'ed to the GM.
6. If you're reading the rules, please put 'Stay Awake' at the top of your character sheet.
7. Do not post OOC in IC and vise-versa. We have specific threads for both.
8. Arguments are to be settled through PM's, if unable to reach an agreement, PM the GM.
9. Three paragraph minimum. Five sentences per paragraph. Five words per sentence, at least. It's not that hard. Please spell correctly (minor mistakes are understandable) and proper grammar as well.
10. Be original with your character, don't rip off of a book, movie, etc.
11. If you've read this far, put '166' at the end of your character sheet, please.
12. There's not really a rule, but I just decided I'd type something random here. Doobly doo, whoo haa. That is all. Thank you for your time.
Name: Acantha Chandra
Clan: A Stranger
Attitude: On the outside, she seems calm, collected, and secluded. She prefers to isolate herself at any given chance, and loves a challenge. Within, she is soft, a girl who believes that there is beauty and good in everyone, no matter how cruel they seem. She finds the strangest things to say, but is an intelligent girl, who is quiet a lot of the time, unless frustrated or in company of good friends.
Other Half: Seraph, leading to a understanding in the way she acts/thinks
Ability Skill Level: 4
Bio: As a child, she was a Stranger, born into it. They all were. It wasn't until she was seven that the war advanced. It stole the life of her mother, who chose to be an Oddity when the time to choose arose. Acantha chose to remain in the same clan as she was used to, regardless of the changes she'd face. Nonetheless, she was young, and her ability had yet to develop, her other half still requiring time to show up.
It was when she was ten that both slowly started to reveal themselves, her father was heart-broken that his daughter would be the same as he was. The same as everyone in their clan. The Strangers were different, better, but it was still hell. However, when he saw how much this excited Acantha, he decided it would be best to simply accept it. Her training began early, as soon as he noticed her other half wanting to come through more and more. There were days when her wings would split past her skin in the middle of the day, and her father kept her home from school those days. She always knew when it would happen, she could feel it stirring within her. He showed her how to recognize this and partially repress this half until the night.
Her father taught her how to control her ability, the one all Oddities and Strangers had, but she found this difficult, and occasionally harms someone with it when she gets out of hand. When he thought she was ready, he began training her in combat. She was around 13 when they began and his methods were harsh. He's hand her a blunt stick, one in his own hand, and they'd spar. She would learn to defend herself and attack better and more effectively this way, but the first months, she was bruised nicely, but they only added to her determination. Usually, people did not teach their offspring combat with this method, but her grandfather had taught her father, and now he was teaching her. Years passed by and their sparring went to several different weapons, and she and her father gained an array of interesting scars along their limbs. They'd laugh about them most of the time, and as she grew older, the sparring was less frequent, but still occurred to keep both of them from becoming weak and lacking on their skill. (Short but alright.)