My Characters
Name: What’s your name?
"My name is Xioxas Azalon, sir."
Age: How old are you?
"I'm 21-Years-Old, sir."
Race: What are you?
"Well, I'm a terran, of course."
Genetics: What are you classified as?
"Mod-type, sir."
Appearance: Describe what you look like.
"Well, I'm a dragon-terran with black scales and a grey underbelly. My eyes are, I think, an amber-brown, and I have two horns adorning the top of my head. My tail and both my wings are intact, as far as I can tell!
As for what I'm wearing, I normally wear black combat boots and a pair of gray cargo pants. And-- You guessed it, a black leather-mesh vest, which I can clip on my front here to account for my wings, see?
I don't like standing out much.
As for combat gear, I usually strap on bits and pieces of combat armour that are resistant to both ballistic and beam damage. I just carry my carbine on a strap that un-clips so it's easier to use. I also wear a belt which has spare magazines and batteries strapped to it, as well as my pistol holsters on both sides, with my short sword sheaths hanging over my tail in an x-shape.
Just a whole lotta black and gray, really..."
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Important items: Do you have any possessions that are important to you?
"Just a watch my brother gave me. It was supposed to remind me of my parents, because it belonged to dad. It was the watch mom gave him on their 10th anniversary, and it still has the inscription she had engraved on the back. 'Forever, With Love' it says."
Weapons: What weapons are you carrying?
"I keep myself pretty armed... I normally carry a combat carbine with select fire for most combat situations, and two semi-automatic pistols as back-ups-- All of them customised, by the way! If I run out of ammo, or just get tangled in melee, I rely on my dual beam short swords, which I can use as ordinary blade weapons if I want to save on charge."
Physical Abilities: State your capabilities.
"As you may know, sir, I'm genetically modified from birth. But it was supposed to be the process they offered to the public, so my parents didn't know that I was genetically enhanced. Put next to natural terrans, I'm physically stronger, faster, more durable and able to react to situations sooner. I can't say I feel like a genius, just that I can come up with a plan in less time and under pressure, so for the most part, my enhancement is mostly physical. Most of the enhancements aren't overt though, I can't exactly lift mountains, I can just do more than the average Terran. The only outright advantage I have is a… Spatial awareness, like a sixth sense. And it has kept me alive more than once.
But that's all just the stuff I am. My years with the military gave me plenty of combat training. I'm well-versed with my carbine and pistols, I'm accomplished both as a combat sniper and assault soldier, especially in urban combat scenarios. I've been in plenty of conflicts to be good at switching from one weapon to the next pretty quickly. I'm able to use two weapons at once, whether it's dual pistols or dual shortswords, pistol and shortsword, you name it, I got it. And, well… If I really need to, I can also breathe fire like any other dragon."
Psionic Powers: Do you have any psionic powers? If so, describe what you can do.
"No, sir. No psionic stuff here."
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Personality: How would you describe yourself, what makes you who you are, mentally and emotionally?
"I'm guessing this is to assess my psychological wellbeing, huh? Well, I used to be anxious; a little worried about screwing up. My brother taught me though that it gets easier once you confront the problem and overcome it. Seven years on, I'd say I'm pretty laid back. Any jokes I make about dying are just black humour on my part, I'm past my depression at the moment, and I hope this hiatus on sadness lasts a long time. I guess you can say I'm pretty hopeful too, like… Positive? Yeah, danger doesn't 'really' phase me. All in all, I'm just happy lil' survivor, ya know?"
Background: Briefly tell us your story up to this point.
"Briefly huh? Well, I was born to two loving parents who lived in the suburbs. I had a brother-- Axel, he was two years older than me. You know how genetic modification was offered to the public, right? My parents did that with me.
That's why my eyes have an amber glow. Mom really liked amber, and that's the most they wanted with me. They didn't want me to be too different from my brother, so that he wouldn't feel jealous. And, he always looked out for me, so I'm glad for that. But I guess I could've been the one looking out for him.
See, the scientists that handled my genes decided to play with physically enhancing me, as part of a military project. They obviously didn't ask for consent because my parents had no idea, maybe a clue when I ignored getting bonked on the head by a table that fell over.
Ah. But you wanted this to be brief. You also probably know about the terrorist movement, Terra-Natural, right? I
was 14 when they rampaged through the residential areas, dragging out families who had kids who were like me. Our parents hid us in the attic when they came for us. If Axel hadn't held his arm around my mouth, they would've found us after they… After the gunshots.
We couldn't stay there after that day. A week after when we'd been to the funeral, we packed what we needed, locked up the house, and said goodbye to home. Axel signed up with the military looking to be a peacekeeper, and after a bit of hesitation, I did the same. I thought they'd think I was too young, and not enough. I was surprised when they let me in. I found out later about the project that made me, which was probably why they put me into the Black Ops division instead.
Before I left on deployment, I met up with my brother… I was so scared back then, I broke down in front of him, and maybe a few other people. But he just smiled and told me to give it my all. And that, when I turned 21, we could go to the bar together after deployment. He gave me the watch that day, before saying goodbye.
I'm 21 now, and I go to the bar from time to time whenever I manage 'not dying'. I still wish that he might show up, you know? But he was killed by the same terrorists that killed my parents, during that insurgency three years ago. I got back from a covert operation when I found out. Not the best news to get during a homecoming.
Anyways, five years with the military, doing clandestine ops just because I'm good at it, and I gave it up... Just before a full blown war. Good timing. Now I'm here, hunting bounties. That's my story, at least."
Roleplay Sample: We'll just need some verification.
The bar was loud. Ear-splitting. Or maybe that was just because he had a bit to drink? No, no way. It was definitely ear-splitting. Xioxas looked up from his drink grumpily at the young adults in the pub. Sure he was only a year or two older, but he wasn't the one putting shit music on. That's what the ear-splitting. Not the screaming civilians on the dance floor, doing their club circuit on a Friday night, but the music: it was a horrifyingly gritty mess of beats, and it made Xioxas wish he had talent with a musical instrument to put those beats to shame. Or at least, for himself anyways. Everyone else in the pub probably have a different concept to what was 'good music'.
He leaned on the counter as he looked out at the dance floor, so filled with mist and flashing coloured lights. He took a sip of whiskey, judging what he saw out there. Terrans of all kinds, a dragon here, a wolf there, a couple of fox ladies sticking together. All of them drunk and probably high to be dancing the way they were, sweaty and unaware messes. But they looked happy. Like they were having fun. That's what Xioxas appreciated, and he bore the risk of going deaf for witnessing people happy while they still can be. War wasn't on their doorstep, and that was something enough to be pleased with. He stared back into his drink, and sighed.
It's not here yet, at least.
Theme Song: Got a song you like?
"Oh, uh... This one."
"My name is Xioxas Azalon, sir."
Age: How old are you?
"I'm 21-Years-Old, sir."
Race: What are you?
"Well, I'm a terran, of course."
Genetics: What are you classified as?
"Mod-type, sir."
Appearance: Describe what you look like.
"Well, I'm a dragon-terran with black scales and a grey underbelly. My eyes are, I think, an amber-brown, and I have two horns adorning the top of my head. My tail and both my wings are intact, as far as I can tell!
As for what I'm wearing, I normally wear black combat boots and a pair of gray cargo pants. And-- You guessed it, a black leather-mesh vest, which I can clip on my front here to account for my wings, see?
I don't like standing out much.
As for combat gear, I usually strap on bits and pieces of combat armour that are resistant to both ballistic and beam damage. I just carry my carbine on a strap that un-clips so it's easier to use. I also wear a belt which has spare magazines and batteries strapped to it, as well as my pistol holsters on both sides, with my short sword sheaths hanging over my tail in an x-shape.
Just a whole lotta black and gray, really..."
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Important items: Do you have any possessions that are important to you?
"Just a watch my brother gave me. It was supposed to remind me of my parents, because it belonged to dad. It was the watch mom gave him on their 10th anniversary, and it still has the inscription she had engraved on the back. 'Forever, With Love' it says."
Weapons: What weapons are you carrying?
"I keep myself pretty armed... I normally carry a combat carbine with select fire for most combat situations, and two semi-automatic pistols as back-ups-- All of them customised, by the way! If I run out of ammo, or just get tangled in melee, I rely on my dual beam short swords, which I can use as ordinary blade weapons if I want to save on charge."
Physical Abilities: State your capabilities.
"As you may know, sir, I'm genetically modified from birth. But it was supposed to be the process they offered to the public, so my parents didn't know that I was genetically enhanced. Put next to natural terrans, I'm physically stronger, faster, more durable and able to react to situations sooner. I can't say I feel like a genius, just that I can come up with a plan in less time and under pressure, so for the most part, my enhancement is mostly physical. Most of the enhancements aren't overt though, I can't exactly lift mountains, I can just do more than the average Terran. The only outright advantage I have is a… Spatial awareness, like a sixth sense. And it has kept me alive more than once.
But that's all just the stuff I am. My years with the military gave me plenty of combat training. I'm well-versed with my carbine and pistols, I'm accomplished both as a combat sniper and assault soldier, especially in urban combat scenarios. I've been in plenty of conflicts to be good at switching from one weapon to the next pretty quickly. I'm able to use two weapons at once, whether it's dual pistols or dual shortswords, pistol and shortsword, you name it, I got it. And, well… If I really need to, I can also breathe fire like any other dragon."
Psionic Powers: Do you have any psionic powers? If so, describe what you can do.
"No, sir. No psionic stuff here."
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Personality: How would you describe yourself, what makes you who you are, mentally and emotionally?
"I'm guessing this is to assess my psychological wellbeing, huh? Well, I used to be anxious; a little worried about screwing up. My brother taught me though that it gets easier once you confront the problem and overcome it. Seven years on, I'd say I'm pretty laid back. Any jokes I make about dying are just black humour on my part, I'm past my depression at the moment, and I hope this hiatus on sadness lasts a long time. I guess you can say I'm pretty hopeful too, like… Positive? Yeah, danger doesn't 'really' phase me. All in all, I'm just happy lil' survivor, ya know?"
Background: Briefly tell us your story up to this point.
"Briefly huh? Well, I was born to two loving parents who lived in the suburbs. I had a brother-- Axel, he was two years older than me. You know how genetic modification was offered to the public, right? My parents did that with me.
That's why my eyes have an amber glow. Mom really liked amber, and that's the most they wanted with me. They didn't want me to be too different from my brother, so that he wouldn't feel jealous. And, he always looked out for me, so I'm glad for that. But I guess I could've been the one looking out for him.
See, the scientists that handled my genes decided to play with physically enhancing me, as part of a military project. They obviously didn't ask for consent because my parents had no idea, maybe a clue when I ignored getting bonked on the head by a table that fell over.
Ah. But you wanted this to be brief. You also probably know about the terrorist movement, Terra-Natural, right? I
was 14 when they rampaged through the residential areas, dragging out families who had kids who were like me. Our parents hid us in the attic when they came for us. If Axel hadn't held his arm around my mouth, they would've found us after they… After the gunshots.
We couldn't stay there after that day. A week after when we'd been to the funeral, we packed what we needed, locked up the house, and said goodbye to home. Axel signed up with the military looking to be a peacekeeper, and after a bit of hesitation, I did the same. I thought they'd think I was too young, and not enough. I was surprised when they let me in. I found out later about the project that made me, which was probably why they put me into the Black Ops division instead.
Before I left on deployment, I met up with my brother… I was so scared back then, I broke down in front of him, and maybe a few other people. But he just smiled and told me to give it my all. And that, when I turned 21, we could go to the bar together after deployment. He gave me the watch that day, before saying goodbye.
I'm 21 now, and I go to the bar from time to time whenever I manage 'not dying'. I still wish that he might show up, you know? But he was killed by the same terrorists that killed my parents, during that insurgency three years ago. I got back from a covert operation when I found out. Not the best news to get during a homecoming.
Anyways, five years with the military, doing clandestine ops just because I'm good at it, and I gave it up... Just before a full blown war. Good timing. Now I'm here, hunting bounties. That's my story, at least."
Roleplay Sample: We'll just need some verification.
The bar was loud. Ear-splitting. Or maybe that was just because he had a bit to drink? No, no way. It was definitely ear-splitting. Xioxas looked up from his drink grumpily at the young adults in the pub. Sure he was only a year or two older, but he wasn't the one putting shit music on. That's what the ear-splitting. Not the screaming civilians on the dance floor, doing their club circuit on a Friday night, but the music: it was a horrifyingly gritty mess of beats, and it made Xioxas wish he had talent with a musical instrument to put those beats to shame. Or at least, for himself anyways. Everyone else in the pub probably have a different concept to what was 'good music'.
He leaned on the counter as he looked out at the dance floor, so filled with mist and flashing coloured lights. He took a sip of whiskey, judging what he saw out there. Terrans of all kinds, a dragon here, a wolf there, a couple of fox ladies sticking together. All of them drunk and probably high to be dancing the way they were, sweaty and unaware messes. But they looked happy. Like they were having fun. That's what Xioxas appreciated, and he bore the risk of going deaf for witnessing people happy while they still can be. War wasn't on their doorstep, and that was something enough to be pleased with. He stared back into his drink, and sighed.
It's not here yet, at least.
Theme Song: Got a song you like?
"Oh, uh... This one."
Name: What’s your name?
"Ace Ovehartz."
Age: How old are you?
"19-Years-Old."
Race: What are you?
"Terran."
Genetics: What are you classified as?
"New-type."
Appearance: Describe what you look like.
"Well... I'm a sky-blue salamander-terran, with a lighter underbelly. I think I saw brown eyes when I looked in the mirror? Like chocolate! And, I've got blonde hair as well.
I'm wearing a red armless hoodie and tattered dark-blue jeans with black runners. I also have these neat looking leather goggles! They look big when I wear them, but I like them! If it gets cold, I just throw a black leather jacket on-- It works pretty well!
Dad's given me a belt and bandolleeair? Bandole-- I can put stuff in the leather straps, and I can keep the gun and knife on the belt."
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Important items: Do you have any possessions that are important to you?
"Not really... Dad doesn't let me keep anything. He says 'worldly trinkets are garbage'."
Weapons: What weapons are you carrying?
"Dad gave me this pistol and scary-looking knife, said I could use them as protection if I needed to. But I'll only use them if they're trying to hurt me. Other than that, he gave me these pouches full of little vials with gas. He said I can only use one at a time, like we practiced."
Physical Abilities: State your capabilities.
"I'm not really strong, but I'm a pretty fast runner. I used to beat dad in a game of tag, but he'd always cheat and use the car to catch me. And even then, I'm really slippery and can get out of grabs really easily. He hated that too."
Psionic Powers: Do you have any psionic powers? If so, describe what you can do.
"On touch, I can daze someone with their own happy memories, or things they desire a lot. It works unless they're also special like me, and it usually lasts for a minute or two.
When I look into someone's eyes, they fall in love with me-- I don't really get a choice... It wears off eventually, and they grow immune to it as well, so I can't use it all the time if I wanted to.
I can also make bubbles, but... They're only good as a distraction.
Dad says I can use better powers when I breathe the funny gases. I tried it once, and I could use fire, like in those video games? It doesn't last very long though... And it takes a lot out of me."
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Personality: How would you describe yourself, what makes you who you are, mentally and emotionally?
"Dad calls me childish, and sometimes he gets mad about it. But I don't know what he expects. I do what he asks a lot of the time, because I know if I don't, his work friends will lock me up. I daydream, a lot. So, maybe I am air-headed sometimes, but when I need to do something, I'll make sure it's done. I want to make dad proud of me."
Background: Briefly tell us your story up to this point.
[REDACTED]
Roleplay Sample: We'll just need some verification.
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Theme Song: Got a song you like?
"Oh, this one is really nice!"
"Ace Ovehartz."
Age: How old are you?
"19-Years-Old."
Race: What are you?
"Terran."
Genetics: What are you classified as?
"New-type."
Appearance: Describe what you look like.
"Well... I'm a sky-blue salamander-terran, with a lighter underbelly. I think I saw brown eyes when I looked in the mirror? Like chocolate! And, I've got blonde hair as well.
I'm wearing a red armless hoodie and tattered dark-blue jeans with black runners. I also have these neat looking leather goggles! They look big when I wear them, but I like them! If it gets cold, I just throw a black leather jacket on-- It works pretty well!
Dad's given me a belt and bandolleeair? Bandole-- I can put stuff in the leather straps, and I can keep the gun and knife on the belt."
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Important items: Do you have any possessions that are important to you?
"Not really... Dad doesn't let me keep anything. He says 'worldly trinkets are garbage'."
Weapons: What weapons are you carrying?
"Dad gave me this pistol and scary-looking knife, said I could use them as protection if I needed to. But I'll only use them if they're trying to hurt me. Other than that, he gave me these pouches full of little vials with gas. He said I can only use one at a time, like we practiced."
Physical Abilities: State your capabilities.
"I'm not really strong, but I'm a pretty fast runner. I used to beat dad in a game of tag, but he'd always cheat and use the car to catch me. And even then, I'm really slippery and can get out of grabs really easily. He hated that too."
Psionic Powers: Do you have any psionic powers? If so, describe what you can do.
"On touch, I can daze someone with their own happy memories, or things they desire a lot. It works unless they're also special like me, and it usually lasts for a minute or two.
When I look into someone's eyes, they fall in love with me-- I don't really get a choice... It wears off eventually, and they grow immune to it as well, so I can't use it all the time if I wanted to.
I can also make bubbles, but... They're only good as a distraction.
Dad says I can use better powers when I breathe the funny gases. I tried it once, and I could use fire, like in those video games? It doesn't last very long though... And it takes a lot out of me."
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Personality: How would you describe yourself, what makes you who you are, mentally and emotionally?
"Dad calls me childish, and sometimes he gets mad about it. But I don't know what he expects. I do what he asks a lot of the time, because I know if I don't, his work friends will lock me up. I daydream, a lot. So, maybe I am air-headed sometimes, but when I need to do something, I'll make sure it's done. I want to make dad proud of me."
Background: Briefly tell us your story up to this point.
[REDACTED]
Roleplay Sample: We'll just need some verification.
[REDACTED]
Theme Song: Got a song you like?
"Oh, this one is really nice!"
Non-Playable Characters
Ellie Hart
Joshua McPhie
Solaire Astorius
