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Victor Asimov
"Hurry to meet death before your place is taken."
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Name
Victor Asimov
Age
17 years
Gender
Male
Birth-date / Location
November 20th, Oslo Norway, 1931
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Appearance
Strong and tall are two such things one would say about the half Russian half Norwegian boy at first glance. Then comes the blond hair, beard, and blue eyes. The boy stands at just over 6'3” and weighs 245 lbs. he is no stranger to hard work and his body shows it. Muscular, fit with many signs of scars and abuse taken from the elements and his father.
The boy’s hair is shaved at the sides and a bit longer than what it's supposed to be on top, always pushed back towards his shoulders. He will normally be seen wearing the simple standard issue green working uniform with polished black combat boots. He never really cared about being fancy and tends to keep his uniform neat enough to not get called out on it.
Personality
With being young, strong, and fast most would not be wrong to assume his attitude would be reckless and overconfident. However, Victor tends to be more withdrawn and careful especially when speaking to others. He has an awful habit of being too blunt or not tactful enough in most situations. In turn this tends to make others think he is rude or shy. His body language normally portrays kindness and a willingness to protect others. In the heat of battle his eyes betray the cold killer that lies under the surface, one may even be able to see him smile.
But otherwise, he is still a boy hardened by a rough father who blamed him for his mother’s death. He isn’t too brash when talking to the opposite sex and wouldn’t be one to find them any less valuable. Any man or women that is willing to fight by his side is worthy of his respect. Although not a stranger to friendship and kindness, he honestly wouldn’t know what to do with himself if it ever came to love.
Relationships
Will Be updated later
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Classification
Support
Equipment
Standard DP-28 LMG - Extended Magazine
Standard TT-32 Sidearm
Ulfberht sword (Family heirloom)
3x fragmentation grenades
Experimental Gear
The SU L-39 MK.3 is a Russian variant of the Finnish LAHTI L-39 Anti-Tank rifle. This version fires experimental High Explosive Anti Tank or HEAT rounds as well as Armor Penetrating rounds that contain a new shaped slug. both rounds have been designed to penetrate the thick armor of the new German war machines. This gun has also been designed to be lighter without making any more structural weaknesses. This weapon was designed with the intent to disable and capture enemy armor not destroy it.
Be Advised, the Automatic setting is not advised with HEAT rounds due to multiple jams. A jam could take several minutes to fix and it is advised that the jammed round be discarded incase it detonates while outside the breach. Do not aim at sloped or thicker front plates with this weapon as ricochet is likely. This weapon is not recommended for stealth missions as it is very loud and has a large muzzle flash when fired.
Equipment Modifications:
Will be Updated later
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Background
Victor was born November 20th 1931 in Oslo Norway, to an old Russian military man and veteran of the great war and a young beautiful Norwegian women who was an aspiring actress. Both were deeply in love and planned to live together in Norway with his fathers two children from another women and their new born son. But alas tragedy struck in the form of an infection that, even through many treatments would ultimately claim his mothers life a few months later. This would be something Victors father would blame him for, for the next 10 years.
After this his father became depressed and turned to the bottle to help. Erasing his plans of living in Norway the man took his three children back to Russia and the USSR. There they would continue their lives in the family home they hopped would only be used for vacations. While his father took to long days at work in the propaganda department of the USSR and long nights out at the bars and out of the house his aunt and a few other family members helped to care for the children, his sister Sara who was 6 and his brother Ivan who was 8.
For the next ten years his father would deal with his anger and unresolved issues by continually beating all of his kids. Victor learned early on how to stay out of the mans way and out of sight. For a time before his older brother left he would hide and let his brother take most of the beating. By the time he turned 8 and his brother was out of the house most days either working in the factories or doing training with the army to prepare for boot camp. This left 8 year old Victor and his rather frail 14 year old sister to his fathers wrath. It was at this time Victor started to stand up to his father, provoking him, so he would come after him and not his sister. His sister by this time was very familiar with how to properly treat wounds and as such got plenty of training for the hospital while at home.
When Victor turned ten he began to grow taller, stronger, and a bit more aggressive to the point where he was actively fighting back against his father. Still, to this day he is unsure of what prompted himself to do it but near his 11th birthday, after receiving a beating the night before, he ambushed his father with a wooden club. Beating the man to near death with the full intent of killing the man right then and there. Yet he stopped, the cruel father he had who showed very little emotion other than rage was crying.
It took him a year for his father to finally come to terms with himself and get over his alcohol addiction. Victor wouldn't be able to trust the man for a few more years to come, it was strange that after 12 years he finally had someone who he could call father. Being the only child left in the household with his sister off to nursing school and his brother off somewhere in the soviet air force left just him and his father. He slowly began to trust the man as they began to go hunting, his father teaching him how to shoot, track, clean a kill, and survive.
After a few years Roman began teaching him how to wield a sword and about the old Norse gods, a tradition passed from father to son on his mothers side. He knew that being openly religious would not be acceptable if he went on to be a soldier, so he practices in private and try's to keep it a secret. Victors mothers parents never had a son, so they passed on the knowledge to Roman who was planning on teaching it to both his sons before Anita died.
This was normal for him up until his 17th birthday, before this he would work with the local farms or construction crews around the city, growing stronger by the day. Then on his 17th birthday he signed up with the Soviet army, maybe while he was there he could help or protect others. His father wished him the best of luck and gave him their family sword to use in combat, Victor always just figured his father pulled some strings or called in a few favors to allow him to keep it.
Boot camp was interesting, the physical part wasn't anything he wasn't used too. He was able to pick up on the structure and daily routine of the military fairly well. After a little while he was even able to bond with a few of the other recruits and was looking forward to going to Moscow with them. That was until the letter, when they were being told where they were going he was pulled aside by an officer and given his orders. He was being assigned to a top secret project, something called Squad 914.
Experience
Basic training - 3 months
survival and hunting skills - 5 years
Family
Mother - Anita Asimov (Maiden name - Larsen) - Deceased
Father - Roman Asimov - Holds a high position within the soviet propaganda department
Half Brother - Ivan Asimov - Soviet Bomber Pilot
Half Sister - Sasha Asimov - Hospital nurse in Kirov
Theme Song
Sabaton-Primo Victoria
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From the weakest goblin to the strongest god
From the weakest goblin to the strongest god
Name: Gird
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Hobgoblin "The Variant" - This goblin has been changed in a more dramatic way then his siblings. Throughout his interactions and his training, he was changed making him as large as the others that have evolved however his skin tone has changed to that of pale white. This makes him stand out easily however his skin tone gives him the special affinity for death. His skin has gone pale and as such it will make him harder to not be seen however he can just as easily train his skill to blend with the environment. His claws have grown longer and sharper rivaling that of a wolves claws and his teeth have since become sharper as well making his biting skill more effective. Clearly if looked on in the right light he might look like a wraith or a vengeful ghost. He still has the three claw marks over the right side of his head and ear, as well as the mark on his left side. These marks, although still pale, are slightly darker than his current skin tone. Thanks to his goddess Duvelna, he now has 4 black claw marks stretching from the top of his right shoulder to his lower left abdomen as a sign of his faith.
Goblin - Gird has an average height and strong build. His skin is a darker than average shade of green with lighter green blotches abound giving him an almost natural forest camouflage. Gird also has two white birth marks. One looks like he was scratched by something with three claws down the right side of his head, and the second looks almost like something big bit him in the left side of his abdomen. His black hair is normally kept short and his eyes hold a yellow color.
Personality: Stoic, Brave, Stubborn, and Blunt are a few words that can describe this particular male. His loyalty to the tribe will not falter for any promise of gold or harm. He holds within him a sense of duty to his people and will do what he thinks he must do to protect them.
Past Life History: Grid was once known as Victor. A tall brute of a man with a soft spot for animals. Victor worked with a group that protected endangered animals from poachers by hunting poachers. He was even able to befriend a few of the wild animals that were around. But one day while on patrol he was mauled to death by a wounded predator.
Skill: Beast Tammer — a trait carried over from his past life. It allows him to befriend and tame beasts. Some that are lower level than he is, to the point he wouldn't learn anything from them, may very well simply ignore him or treat him as one of their own. Either way Gird seems to have a natural affinity with taming or understanding beasts and monsters.
Other: He simply wishes that one day he will be a mighty goblin that will be able to protect his tribe for years to come.
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Hobgoblin "The Variant" - This goblin has been changed in a more dramatic way then his siblings. Throughout his interactions and his training, he was changed making him as large as the others that have evolved however his skin tone has changed to that of pale white. This makes him stand out easily however his skin tone gives him the special affinity for death. His skin has gone pale and as such it will make him harder to not be seen however he can just as easily train his skill to blend with the environment. His claws have grown longer and sharper rivaling that of a wolves claws and his teeth have since become sharper as well making his biting skill more effective. Clearly if looked on in the right light he might look like a wraith or a vengeful ghost. He still has the three claw marks over the right side of his head and ear, as well as the mark on his left side. These marks, although still pale, are slightly darker than his current skin tone. Thanks to his goddess Duvelna, he now has 4 black claw marks stretching from the top of his right shoulder to his lower left abdomen as a sign of his faith.
Goblin - Gird has an average height and strong build. His skin is a darker than average shade of green with lighter green blotches abound giving him an almost natural forest camouflage. Gird also has two white birth marks. One looks like he was scratched by something with three claws down the right side of his head, and the second looks almost like something big bit him in the left side of his abdomen. His black hair is normally kept short and his eyes hold a yellow color.
Personality: Stoic, Brave, Stubborn, and Blunt are a few words that can describe this particular male. His loyalty to the tribe will not falter for any promise of gold or harm. He holds within him a sense of duty to his people and will do what he thinks he must do to protect them.
Past Life History: Grid was once known as Victor. A tall brute of a man with a soft spot for animals. Victor worked with a group that protected endangered animals from poachers by hunting poachers. He was even able to befriend a few of the wild animals that were around. But one day while on patrol he was mauled to death by a wounded predator.
Skill: Beast Tammer — a trait carried over from his past life. It allows him to befriend and tame beasts. Some that are lower level than he is, to the point he wouldn't learn anything from them, may very well simply ignore him or treat him as one of their own. Either way Gird seems to have a natural affinity with taming or understanding beasts and monsters.
Other: He simply wishes that one day he will be a mighty goblin that will be able to protect his tribe for years to come.
Current EXP: 0
Inventory: A sharp stone,
Clothing: Simple Loin cloth, vine rabbit pelt hand wraps, Alpha rabbit Cloak,
Weapons: Bite, Alpha rabbit Horn Bolas (non throwing),
Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer: See above.
Sharp Bite: Sharpened bite is a relatively simple move allowing the user to perform a bite attack and draw blood not useful in most situations but when to use in close range fights can decisively turn the tide of battle, when upgraded can tear off limbs of enemies with ease.
Knowledge of the 3: knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.
Unarmed combat, beginner: learned how to fight with ones bare hand and understands how to block and strike with one's own hands
Rookie camouflage: This goblin has learned how to use the environment to its advantage and hide even in plain sight. At higher levels will grant total camouflage regardless of environment.
Bloody strike: this goblin has learned to find the most vulnerable part of its prey and strike to cause massive bleeding damage. Warning: ineffective against inanimate objects or undead.
Gravekeepers spirit: These goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.
Titles:
Blessings:
Blessings of the dead: This goblin has been blessed by the goddess of death herself he and whoever follows him now gain the ability to earn double XP. With each kill they gain, they make an offering to the goddess and it is as if her deathly presence approves of each kill. Each offering of a dead kill now offers double XP
Curses:
Current Evolution: Hobgoblin - Day 5
Past evolutions and xp:
Goblin - Day 0 (1x horned bunny, 2x alpha horned bunny, 11 lesser Skeleton's = 460 xp)
Inventory: A sharp stone,
Clothing: Simple Loin cloth, vine rabbit pelt hand wraps, Alpha rabbit Cloak,
Weapons: Bite, Alpha rabbit Horn Bolas (non throwing),
Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer: See above.
Sharp Bite: Sharpened bite is a relatively simple move allowing the user to perform a bite attack and draw blood not useful in most situations but when to use in close range fights can decisively turn the tide of battle, when upgraded can tear off limbs of enemies with ease.
Knowledge of the 3: knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.
Unarmed combat, beginner: learned how to fight with ones bare hand and understands how to block and strike with one's own hands
Rookie camouflage: This goblin has learned how to use the environment to its advantage and hide even in plain sight. At higher levels will grant total camouflage regardless of environment.
Bloody strike: this goblin has learned to find the most vulnerable part of its prey and strike to cause massive bleeding damage. Warning: ineffective against inanimate objects or undead.
Gravekeepers spirit: These goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.
Titles:
Blessings:
Blessings of the dead: This goblin has been blessed by the goddess of death herself he and whoever follows him now gain the ability to earn double XP. With each kill they gain, they make an offering to the goddess and it is as if her deathly presence approves of each kill. Each offering of a dead kill now offers double XP
Curses:
Current Evolution: Hobgoblin - Day 5
Past evolutions and xp:
Goblin - Day 0 (1x horned bunny, 2x alpha horned bunny, 11 lesser Skeleton's = 460 xp)
Notable places: Directions from starting cave.
Church to the east?
Wolves to the west, dangerous in packs beware of alphas.
Venomous vipers to the south east.
Venomous spiders to the North East
Bats to the north, they hide in trees during the day to hide from the sun.
Church to the east?
Wolves to the west, dangerous in packs beware of alphas.
Venomous vipers to the south east.
Venomous spiders to the North East
Bats to the north, they hide in trees during the day to hide from the sun.
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Level: 6
Skills:
Minor Heal II, Lesser Flight I, Shield I, - Starting Skills.
Lesser Flight III - Flight speed slightly increased. MP Consumption slightly decreased. Maximum height slightly increased. Maximum distance slightly increased. - Acquired after continually pushing himself while flying. III - Flight speed slightly increased. MP Consumption slightly decreased. Carrying Capacity increased. / gained when carrying a rat carcass.
Physical Conditioning I - You have used a unique and effective method of bodily strain combined with your healing magic. These exercises have culminated in this passive skill: All Physical Attributes are slightly increased. Note: If you obtain ALL of the passive skills Harder, Better, Faster, and Stronger, Skill Synergy will occur and Physical Conditioning will rise by one rank regardless of its Progression. - Acquired by using skill points at Level up.
Fire Resistance I - This damage resistance skill applies to both magical and natural flames, as well as higher temperatures in general. If other elemental resistances are gained, skill synergy may occur. Having this skill may make using certain types of fire magic or other fire oriented skills easier. - Acquired by Standing in a fire and healing himself.
Taming I - Many species have dominated or relied on each other throughout history. In a manner similar to social and charisma based skills, you use magic to form bonds with other creatures. At this rank, you may only attempt to tame one creature. If you switch to another, the former will be released from the bond. At this rank, you may only attempt to tame creatures at least one level below your own. At this rank, you must still entice the creature with things like food or protection. You may need multiple attempts. When Taming is complete, a personalized magical mark will appear on the creature. - Acquired through skill points.
Stronger II - You have grown stronger through tough training! Tear muscles down, and rebuild them anew! Your physical power stats have increased! By gaining at least one rank of Faster, Harder, and Better, Skill Synergy will occur and you will gain one rank of Physical Conditioning. Acquired through training.
-- Your base physical strength has increased even further! --You possess the Use Light Equipment skill, but with this increase to your stats there may be some other forms of equipment you can wear without the proper skills. For instance, you may meet the requirement for a larger weapon if you are holding it in both hands or using your body more efficiently to lift and swing it. However, sub-enhancements for this equipment will be greatly diminished.-- gained by mighty variance.
Crafting I - You may craft very simple items from simple materials. Your knowledge and understanding of mechanics, workmanship, and other such things enable you to craft better items. The process of creating many items is still an unknown to you, but if you ever succeed in such a creation its Sub-Stat Enhancements will be higher than normal. Acquired by making clothes for himself.
Muffle I - This skill grants you the ability to be just a little bit better at being stealthy, with a focus on reducing the sound of your movements. acquired by continually trying to hide his presence
Use Light Equipment - The use of small tools, and lighter forms of armor, weaponry, and other items. --Due to your size as a Hipixie, even some Small items may be too large or heavy for you to use effectively.-- gained by level 5.
Meditate I - Through calming the mind and stimulating the soul, one clears their thoughts to form an unblocked conduit with ambient Mana in the environment. This increases the recovery speed of MP and Stamina. Acquired at level up.
Point Strike I - With a discerning eye, take aim at an oppenent's weak point and concentrate your own power into a single point of attack. Slightly increase the power of any attack, and gain an increased chance for a Critical Hit. Using this Skill in conjunction with other attack Skills, however, may cause it to lose effectiveness.
Spells:
Minor Heal III - MP Cost increased. HP Heal increased. Healing can now be used on deeper wounds, but is still less effective on bones. As an Active Spell Skill, you may use any rank of this spell you are capable of within the limits of your MP. - Acquired by using skill points at Level up.
Your MP was boosted at level up. At current MP levels, you may use (4) Minor Heal Rank I from full MP; 2 Minor Heal Rank II with leftover MP from Full; 1 Minor Heal Rank III with leftover MP from full; (4) Shield Rank I from full MP. Your MP is currently not full; you do not have enough left to cast more than one Rank I spell.
Fire Ball I - The fire-themed version of a basic magical attack. With roughly the same power, range, and MP consumption as a Mana Orb, it has the unique property of being able to inflict a burn on the target. However, as an elemental spell, these same properties render it harder to use in certain circumstances. Non-flammable or elementally opposed targets, for example, will be much less effected. - Acquired through skill points.
Shield II - As an Active Spell Skill, you may choose to cast I or II. From Full MP, you have enough MP to cast the first rank 3 times with little leftover, the second can only be cast twice with some MP left over. You are currently not at Full MP. / Gained while fighting Rattleskull.
Inspire I - Expend MP to imbue your words with magic, and cheer yourself or an ally. The target's next action will be boosted, whether it be an attack skill, a healing spell, or anything else. This Skill will not work if the target cannot receive your inspiration, but they may not necessarily have to hear you. If the Target is under a Curse or other debilitating effect, your Inspiration may cancel it out temporarily or undo it if the same action is being affected (attack power that has been lowered by a rank I Curse might be returned to normal by a rank I Inspiration, for example). / Gained at level 5
Guidance I - Your pleas have been heard. Offer up a portion of your MP in prayer, and gain a chance to receive supernatural guidance. The effectiveness of the teachings depends on your faith--and your ability to read the signs. Does rustling grass along the path show your way, or reveal danger? Was that a whispered voice, or just the wind? Your faith will shape your journey. The better your relation with a particular deity, the more likely you are to receive their guidance. / gained at level 5
Spell Chant I - Magic is the unison of Nature, Spirit, and Will. Language is the expression of Will. Using personalized language as an aid in manipulating one's energy is the first step to conceptualization and understanding of what Magic truly is. Using a previously existing Spell Skill as the Base, you may enact one (1) alteration of the spell's typical qualities. Spell Chants will delay casting time by a default of 10 seconds, as any chant shorter than this will be ineffective. The more complex the chant, the greater the alteration, but also the greater the increase to MP cost; by default the spell's cost is increased by a further 50% of its initial value. / gained at level 5
Transformations:
(Immature) Mighty Hipixie -
He looked pretty much the same, all things considered. If anything, his skin tone had grown healthier and deeper. His hair was more voluminous and longer. His wings were stronger and larger--and it felt that he could move them more precisely, as well. If he relaxed them, instead of folding behind him like a dragonfly they now hung somewhat like a stiff cape down his back. His chest still bore those three scars and his hands were still stained...
But now, he stood a full foot and a half taller than before, not quite as tall as any Goblin but much larger and broader than a Pixie. His body had become more muscular--or rather, the muscles he had actually looked like they fit this body, whereas before he had stacked muscle on a frame that clearly wasn't meant for it. Still, it seemed obvious given the degree of tone and size now present that a normal Hipixie still wouldn't be this...buff.
Pixie
Inventory:
N/A
Current Skills: As of level 6
Shield II (2.175)
Lesser Flight III (2.24)
Minor Heal III (3.6125)
Physical Conditioning I (1.0) <CANNOT INCREASE WITH SKILL POINTS>
Fire Resistance I (1.35)
Taming I (1.35)
Fireball I (1.5)
Stronger II (2.15)
Crafting I (1.0)
Muffle I (1.3)
Inspire I (1.0)
Guidance I (1.0)
Spell Chant I (1.0)
Use Light Equipment (--)
Meditate I (1.0)
Point Strike I (1.0)
<UNUSABLE>
Keen Sight (0.7)
Keen Ear (0.3)
Alchemy (0.5)
Faster (0.5)
Magic Analysis (0.55)
Mana Orb (0.15)
Focus (0.6)
Throw Voice (0.1)
Mana Strike (0.8)
Charisma (0.2)
Soothe Song (0.6)
Harder (0.1)
Alert (0.8)
Reinforce (0.2)
Throw Item (0.5)
Stone Shot (0.5)
Iron Gullet (0.3)
Soil Manipulation (0.3)
Material Analysis (0.2)
Rabid Fit (0.5)
Lesser Cleanse (0.7)
Fire Fist (0.2)
Magic Resistance (0.2)
Minor Regeneration (0.1)
Flame Aura (0.1)
Warcry (0.1)
Immolation (0.05)
Spiritual Awareness (0.3)
Overwork (0.1)
Monster Analysis (0.3)
Skills:
Minor Heal II, Lesser Flight I, Shield I, - Starting Skills.
Lesser Flight III - Flight speed slightly increased. MP Consumption slightly decreased. Maximum height slightly increased. Maximum distance slightly increased. - Acquired after continually pushing himself while flying. III - Flight speed slightly increased. MP Consumption slightly decreased. Carrying Capacity increased. / gained when carrying a rat carcass.
Physical Conditioning I - You have used a unique and effective method of bodily strain combined with your healing magic. These exercises have culminated in this passive skill: All Physical Attributes are slightly increased. Note: If you obtain ALL of the passive skills Harder, Better, Faster, and Stronger, Skill Synergy will occur and Physical Conditioning will rise by one rank regardless of its Progression. - Acquired by using skill points at Level up.
Fire Resistance I - This damage resistance skill applies to both magical and natural flames, as well as higher temperatures in general. If other elemental resistances are gained, skill synergy may occur. Having this skill may make using certain types of fire magic or other fire oriented skills easier. - Acquired by Standing in a fire and healing himself.
Taming I - Many species have dominated or relied on each other throughout history. In a manner similar to social and charisma based skills, you use magic to form bonds with other creatures. At this rank, you may only attempt to tame one creature. If you switch to another, the former will be released from the bond. At this rank, you may only attempt to tame creatures at least one level below your own. At this rank, you must still entice the creature with things like food or protection. You may need multiple attempts. When Taming is complete, a personalized magical mark will appear on the creature. - Acquired through skill points.
Stronger II - You have grown stronger through tough training! Tear muscles down, and rebuild them anew! Your physical power stats have increased! By gaining at least one rank of Faster, Harder, and Better, Skill Synergy will occur and you will gain one rank of Physical Conditioning. Acquired through training.
-- Your base physical strength has increased even further! --You possess the Use Light Equipment skill, but with this increase to your stats there may be some other forms of equipment you can wear without the proper skills. For instance, you may meet the requirement for a larger weapon if you are holding it in both hands or using your body more efficiently to lift and swing it. However, sub-enhancements for this equipment will be greatly diminished.-- gained by mighty variance.
Crafting I - You may craft very simple items from simple materials. Your knowledge and understanding of mechanics, workmanship, and other such things enable you to craft better items. The process of creating many items is still an unknown to you, but if you ever succeed in such a creation its Sub-Stat Enhancements will be higher than normal. Acquired by making clothes for himself.
Muffle I - This skill grants you the ability to be just a little bit better at being stealthy, with a focus on reducing the sound of your movements. acquired by continually trying to hide his presence
Use Light Equipment - The use of small tools, and lighter forms of armor, weaponry, and other items. --Due to your size as a Hipixie, even some Small items may be too large or heavy for you to use effectively.-- gained by level 5.
Meditate I - Through calming the mind and stimulating the soul, one clears their thoughts to form an unblocked conduit with ambient Mana in the environment. This increases the recovery speed of MP and Stamina. Acquired at level up.
Point Strike I - With a discerning eye, take aim at an oppenent's weak point and concentrate your own power into a single point of attack. Slightly increase the power of any attack, and gain an increased chance for a Critical Hit. Using this Skill in conjunction with other attack Skills, however, may cause it to lose effectiveness.
Spells:
Minor Heal III - MP Cost increased. HP Heal increased. Healing can now be used on deeper wounds, but is still less effective on bones. As an Active Spell Skill, you may use any rank of this spell you are capable of within the limits of your MP. - Acquired by using skill points at Level up.
Your MP was boosted at level up. At current MP levels, you may use (4) Minor Heal Rank I from full MP; 2 Minor Heal Rank II with leftover MP from Full; 1 Minor Heal Rank III with leftover MP from full; (4) Shield Rank I from full MP. Your MP is currently not full; you do not have enough left to cast more than one Rank I spell.
Fire Ball I - The fire-themed version of a basic magical attack. With roughly the same power, range, and MP consumption as a Mana Orb, it has the unique property of being able to inflict a burn on the target. However, as an elemental spell, these same properties render it harder to use in certain circumstances. Non-flammable or elementally opposed targets, for example, will be much less effected. - Acquired through skill points.
Shield II - As an Active Spell Skill, you may choose to cast I or II. From Full MP, you have enough MP to cast the first rank 3 times with little leftover, the second can only be cast twice with some MP left over. You are currently not at Full MP. / Gained while fighting Rattleskull.
Inspire I - Expend MP to imbue your words with magic, and cheer yourself or an ally. The target's next action will be boosted, whether it be an attack skill, a healing spell, or anything else. This Skill will not work if the target cannot receive your inspiration, but they may not necessarily have to hear you. If the Target is under a Curse or other debilitating effect, your Inspiration may cancel it out temporarily or undo it if the same action is being affected (attack power that has been lowered by a rank I Curse might be returned to normal by a rank I Inspiration, for example). / Gained at level 5
Guidance I - Your pleas have been heard. Offer up a portion of your MP in prayer, and gain a chance to receive supernatural guidance. The effectiveness of the teachings depends on your faith--and your ability to read the signs. Does rustling grass along the path show your way, or reveal danger? Was that a whispered voice, or just the wind? Your faith will shape your journey. The better your relation with a particular deity, the more likely you are to receive their guidance. / gained at level 5
Spell Chant I - Magic is the unison of Nature, Spirit, and Will. Language is the expression of Will. Using personalized language as an aid in manipulating one's energy is the first step to conceptualization and understanding of what Magic truly is. Using a previously existing Spell Skill as the Base, you may enact one (1) alteration of the spell's typical qualities. Spell Chants will delay casting time by a default of 10 seconds, as any chant shorter than this will be ineffective. The more complex the chant, the greater the alteration, but also the greater the increase to MP cost; by default the spell's cost is increased by a further 50% of its initial value. / gained at level 5
Transformations:
(Immature) Mighty Hipixie -
He looked pretty much the same, all things considered. If anything, his skin tone had grown healthier and deeper. His hair was more voluminous and longer. His wings were stronger and larger--and it felt that he could move them more precisely, as well. If he relaxed them, instead of folding behind him like a dragonfly they now hung somewhat like a stiff cape down his back. His chest still bore those three scars and his hands were still stained...
But now, he stood a full foot and a half taller than before, not quite as tall as any Goblin but much larger and broader than a Pixie. His body had become more muscular--or rather, the muscles he had actually looked like they fit this body, whereas before he had stacked muscle on a frame that clearly wasn't meant for it. Still, it seemed obvious given the degree of tone and size now present that a normal Hipixie still wouldn't be this...buff.
Pixie
Inventory:
N/A
Current Skills: As of level 6
Shield II (2.175)
Lesser Flight III (2.24)
Minor Heal III (3.6125)
Physical Conditioning I (1.0) <CANNOT INCREASE WITH SKILL POINTS>
Fire Resistance I (1.35)
Taming I (1.35)
Fireball I (1.5)
Stronger II (2.15)
Crafting I (1.0)
Muffle I (1.3)
Inspire I (1.0)
Guidance I (1.0)
Spell Chant I (1.0)
Use Light Equipment (--)
Meditate I (1.0)
Point Strike I (1.0)
<UNUSABLE>
Keen Sight (0.7)
Keen Ear (0.3)
Alchemy (0.5)
Faster (0.5)
Magic Analysis (0.55)
Mana Orb (0.15)
Focus (0.6)
Throw Voice (0.1)
Mana Strike (0.8)
Charisma (0.2)
Soothe Song (0.6)
Harder (0.1)
Alert (0.8)
Reinforce (0.2)
Throw Item (0.5)
Stone Shot (0.5)
Iron Gullet (0.3)
Soil Manipulation (0.3)
Material Analysis (0.2)
Rabid Fit (0.5)
Lesser Cleanse (0.7)
Fire Fist (0.2)
Magic Resistance (0.2)
Minor Regeneration (0.1)
Flame Aura (0.1)
Warcry (0.1)
Immolation (0.05)
Spiritual Awareness (0.3)
Overwork (0.1)
Monster Analysis (0.3)
Tamed Creature Status:
Name: "Steve"
Gender: Female
Species: Oculus Spider - A low-ranking Arachnid-class Insect-type Monster. While it possesses venom, it is not that much more potent than a normal spider and thus is virtually harmless to humans save in very large doses or in the case of specific allergies. However, because it has adapted to Mana in its environment and thus become a Monster, it has gained a large eye that works differently than its normal eyes. It will swing from a web in a hypnotic manner to entice prey.
Appearance:
Abilities:
Transformations:
Common Spider Species > Oculus Spider
Inventory:
Stomach Sac - 0/3 Slots Filled. Small Items only.
Name: "Steve"
Gender: Female
Species: Oculus Spider - A low-ranking Arachnid-class Insect-type Monster. While it possesses venom, it is not that much more potent than a normal spider and thus is virtually harmless to humans save in very large doses or in the case of specific allergies. However, because it has adapted to Mana in its environment and thus become a Monster, it has gained a large eye that works differently than its normal eyes. It will swing from a web in a hypnotic manner to entice prey.
Appearance:
Abilities:
- Level 3
- Web Spit II - Spit a glob of sticky web at an opponent. Deals very little damage, but may Slow an enemy's movement.
- Doze I - For the Oculus Spider, this spell is cast using their eye as a catalyst. May inflict Sleep on a single target.
- Thread Control I -
Transformations:
Common Spider Species > Oculus Spider
Inventory:
Stomach Sac - 0/3 Slots Filled. Small Items only.
Don't go towards the mountains and where ever that blue light came from.
heard goblins talking about small farm near by, possible place to learn more. definitely a target for gobos.
heard goblins talking about small farm near by, possible place to learn more. definitely a target for gobos.
Name:
Ardur
Theme:
Andrews Song – End of Silence (youtu.be/--GloEz01Zo)
Gender:
Male
Species:
Pixie
Appearance:
Ardur looks like a small person with light fair skin, shoulder length green hair, Golden glimmering eyes, and wings that look similar to green leaves. A few things stand out on his person. There are three round dark spots on his chest and back. Also his hands are stained purple up to his wrists.
Goals:
Ardur simply wishes to be Strong. Strong enough to protect others and take care of them. He will do what he must to push others so they can also grow and be better.
- become worshiper of the sun and spread its influence.
New personality traits: Impulsive, Slightly crazy, Inquisitive, Courageous, Maybe a bit stupid, Opportunistic, lacks empathy towards most others.
Ardur
Theme:
Andrews Song – End of Silence (youtu.be/--GloEz01Zo)
Gender:
Male
Species:
Pixie
Appearance:
Ardur looks like a small person with light fair skin, shoulder length green hair, Golden glimmering eyes, and wings that look similar to green leaves. A few things stand out on his person. There are three round dark spots on his chest and back. Also his hands are stained purple up to his wrists.
Goals:
Ardur simply wishes to be Strong. Strong enough to protect others and take care of them. He will do what he must to push others so they can also grow and be better.
- become worshiper of the sun and spread its influence.
New personality traits: Impulsive, Slightly crazy, Inquisitive, Courageous, Maybe a bit stupid, Opportunistic, lacks empathy towards most others.
Ardur was once known as Travis Smith and worked and lived in the weird city of Portland Oregon. Now Travis had a rather normal upbringing with nothing too significant happening to him. He had parents that worked in industry. His father, worked with shipping containers as a foreman. His mother, worked with air cargo as a manager. Both did rather well for their family and kept them in a modest home. He had two younger sisters, twins actually. Both were dead set on joining the navy after they graduated.
Now Travis learned early on through volunteer work with his high school, that helping others was what he wanted to do. So instead of joining up with the military, was able to get a few scholarships and went into paramedic courses and physical trainer classes. Both of which he excelled at, finding his purpose in helping others. He did adopt a strange and sometimes dark sense of humor through this to deal with the stressful work environment of a paramedic. he filled his down time with listening and singing along to a variety of different modern and classic music as well as watching nature documentary's to help him relax.
For a time his life was good. He did what he could to help others through work and volunteering. Travis learned more about himself then he expected too. Working one week on one week off was a bit of a pain but it allowed him to work with some local athletes in his free time. Travis eventually found himself to be quiet in the company of others, always with a smile on his face. He did tend to be a bit pushy toward the people he was working with. He wanted to see them grow and be great. Somehow he adopted a protective side to him as well, especially towards his friends or the people he loved. This protective instinct would eventually lead to his down fall.
Travis, now 32, was going to be married in three months to a beautiful short red head named Sara, who just so happened to be a couple months pregnant. Sara was the one person who could really light a fire under him and get him to do anything. She was his motivation to be better, she was his muse. The last night he would be working was a stormy one. Just past midnight with rain, wind, and thunder. A strong winter storm. He was called out with his partner to a domestic. Apparently the husband beat his wife up pretty bad then ran out into the night.
The two paramedics didn’t think anything of it. It wasn’t the first time they had been called out to something like this and it wouldn’t be the last. The police officers that stayed at the residence called out that the scene was safe as they approached. A severely beaten female sat on the hood of one of the police cars. Travis and his partner approached her and began to asses her injuries. The police officers were nearby interviewing some neighbors when it happened. He saw him out of the corner of his eye. A man brandishing a revolver came at them from in between a few houses intent on killing the woman.
Travis didn’t think he only reacted. Grabbing the woman and turning away from the man he tried to push her away and around the ambulance. He remembered hearing thunder and a scream. The thunder rang out three times but all he felt was cold as he hit the wet pavement. Several other flashes of lights and thunder rang out into the night as the last thing he remembers was thinking that Sara was going to kill him for this. The blurry and muted voice of his partner and the other officers continued in his head until everything faded, and he was alone and cold.
Then suddenly there was light and a voice talking about rebirth and demon kings. He thought he was hallucinating and thought this was just some sort of way his body dealt with the sudden loss of function, so he decided to play along. So many choices he wondered which one would suit him? The slime seemed nice but strange, the dire Rat just reminded him of filth and garbage. Then there was a wisp it seemed more of a loner and mysterious.
The goblin simply reminded him of stories of greed and madness, both things he dealt with regularly before and wasn’t too keen on continuing that. The serpent seemed interesting but seemed more designed to inflict lasting pain or torture and that wasn’t what he stood for. Finally, he was introduced to the Pixie. A strange creature sure, weaker than the others but a healer. Something that supports groups without inflicting too much pain. This is what he decided on and in an instant he felt cold again but also strange like waking up from a bad dream.
Now Travis learned early on through volunteer work with his high school, that helping others was what he wanted to do. So instead of joining up with the military, was able to get a few scholarships and went into paramedic courses and physical trainer classes. Both of which he excelled at, finding his purpose in helping others. He did adopt a strange and sometimes dark sense of humor through this to deal with the stressful work environment of a paramedic. he filled his down time with listening and singing along to a variety of different modern and classic music as well as watching nature documentary's to help him relax.
For a time his life was good. He did what he could to help others through work and volunteering. Travis learned more about himself then he expected too. Working one week on one week off was a bit of a pain but it allowed him to work with some local athletes in his free time. Travis eventually found himself to be quiet in the company of others, always with a smile on his face. He did tend to be a bit pushy toward the people he was working with. He wanted to see them grow and be great. Somehow he adopted a protective side to him as well, especially towards his friends or the people he loved. This protective instinct would eventually lead to his down fall.
Travis, now 32, was going to be married in three months to a beautiful short red head named Sara, who just so happened to be a couple months pregnant. Sara was the one person who could really light a fire under him and get him to do anything. She was his motivation to be better, she was his muse. The last night he would be working was a stormy one. Just past midnight with rain, wind, and thunder. A strong winter storm. He was called out with his partner to a domestic. Apparently the husband beat his wife up pretty bad then ran out into the night.
The two paramedics didn’t think anything of it. It wasn’t the first time they had been called out to something like this and it wouldn’t be the last. The police officers that stayed at the residence called out that the scene was safe as they approached. A severely beaten female sat on the hood of one of the police cars. Travis and his partner approached her and began to asses her injuries. The police officers were nearby interviewing some neighbors when it happened. He saw him out of the corner of his eye. A man brandishing a revolver came at them from in between a few houses intent on killing the woman.
Travis didn’t think he only reacted. Grabbing the woman and turning away from the man he tried to push her away and around the ambulance. He remembered hearing thunder and a scream. The thunder rang out three times but all he felt was cold as he hit the wet pavement. Several other flashes of lights and thunder rang out into the night as the last thing he remembers was thinking that Sara was going to kill him for this. The blurry and muted voice of his partner and the other officers continued in his head until everything faded, and he was alone and cold.
Then suddenly there was light and a voice talking about rebirth and demon kings. He thought he was hallucinating and thought this was just some sort of way his body dealt with the sudden loss of function, so he decided to play along. So many choices he wondered which one would suit him? The slime seemed nice but strange, the dire Rat just reminded him of filth and garbage. Then there was a wisp it seemed more of a loner and mysterious.
The goblin simply reminded him of stories of greed and madness, both things he dealt with regularly before and wasn’t too keen on continuing that. The serpent seemed interesting but seemed more designed to inflict lasting pain or torture and that wasn’t what he stood for. Finally, he was introduced to the Pixie. A strange creature sure, weaker than the others but a healer. Something that supports groups without inflicting too much pain. This is what he decided on and in an instant he felt cold again but also strange like waking up from a bad dream.
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No more heroes
s p e c i e s
Human
a g e
26
h e i g h t/ w e i g h t
6' 175 Lbs.
g e n d e r
Male
Electricity Manipulation
- Victor can control and manipulate Electricity. Normally he will use this as a tool more than a weapon. Cutting scrap and welding small pieces here and there always helps. He will use this offensively but rarely, as he losses accuracy the farther he is away from his target. This also helps with his Mechanical Intuition as he can see electricity.
Mechanical Intuition
- This ability allows him to modify, upgrade, and repair most technology. Working almost like instincts, he can do this with technology he is and is not familiar with.
Energy Absorption
- Finally, Victor has the ability to absorb and redirect electrical energy. This includes plasma and laser weaponry, advanced energy shields, and energy containment barriers. Allowing him to redirect the energy into his electrokenisis and is able to transfer energy from one item or person to another.
w e a k n e s s
Grounded
- Victor cant do a lot of damage against things that are electrically insulated (I.E. covered in rubber) or grounded. The man also cannot control his electricity in water and it will discharge all around him.
Battery
- With all this electrical power around it's a shame he can't store any himself. Although being able to pull energy from batteries, generators, and power lines, he can't store a single amp within himself other than what his body needs to function.
Electrical Sight
- When he uses his Electrokenisis he can choose to see things around him that have an electrical current aside from just “feeling” around for it. although useful being able to see electrical lines, battery's, power sources, and at times nervous systems. He can't see anything else around him unless it has an electrical current of some kind. His eyes also glow a dull blue when he does this.
Technological understanding
- Most other people when seeing him work with technology would think he is a genius or at least very smart. But the fact is, he doesn't always understand how the things he makes work. He can't always explain the complex workings of the outlander's technology. Basically, he knows what it does but doesn't always know how it does it.
Victor grew up in L.A. his family wasn't all that well off, living paycheck to paycheck. His father was an auto mechanic and his mother worked at a hotel. He has several brothers and sisters totaling 3 sisters, all younger, and 4 brothers all older. Now Victor wasn't all that special at least at first. After he hit puberty, his abilities began to manifest and with that came trouble.
This trouble came in the form of the occasional blown fuse or nearby transformer, power surges and the like. After a spike in the family's power usage and the ever-increasing power outages in the neighborhood people began to investigate. It wasn't long before Victor was found out and quickly abandoned by his god fearing parents who believed him to be evil or possessed by the devil simply for having powers.
In a fit of rage during a lightning storm, Victor brought the city nearly to its knees in one night. His rage brought destruction and terror scaring the city for years to come. After this little fit that was stopped by a hero named “Stone hammer,” a rather powerful earth magic user. Victor now coined as “Tesla” vanished into the night, hunted by the government and vigilante hero's. He stayed out of the lime light occasionally making a terror drone here and there to cause chaos and havoc wherever he released them.
This continued for a little while until they came, the outlanders, as he called them. They posed both a threat and a target of his greed. He did what he could to help the hero's fight but only when he knew he could get some of this new glorious tech from them. This all stopped once everyone surrendered. Again he went into hiding, trying to stay out of sight and out of mind. However, his greed got the better of him as he was captured with another smaller team in one of their storage facilities.
T H E M E
youtu.be/0TIO4IHLNZw - No More Hero's by Aviators
N A M E
Victor "Tesla" Asimov
Victor "Tesla" Asimov
s p e c i e s
Human
a g e
26
h e i g h t/ w e i g h t
6' 175 Lbs.
g e n d e r
Male
P O W E R
Electricity Manipulation
- Victor can control and manipulate Electricity. Normally he will use this as a tool more than a weapon. Cutting scrap and welding small pieces here and there always helps. He will use this offensively but rarely, as he losses accuracy the farther he is away from his target. This also helps with his Mechanical Intuition as he can see electricity.
Mechanical Intuition
- This ability allows him to modify, upgrade, and repair most technology. Working almost like instincts, he can do this with technology he is and is not familiar with.
Energy Absorption
- Finally, Victor has the ability to absorb and redirect electrical energy. This includes plasma and laser weaponry, advanced energy shields, and energy containment barriers. Allowing him to redirect the energy into his electrokenisis and is able to transfer energy from one item or person to another.
w e a k n e s s
Grounded
- Victor cant do a lot of damage against things that are electrically insulated (I.E. covered in rubber) or grounded. The man also cannot control his electricity in water and it will discharge all around him.
Battery
- With all this electrical power around it's a shame he can't store any himself. Although being able to pull energy from batteries, generators, and power lines, he can't store a single amp within himself other than what his body needs to function.
Electrical Sight
- When he uses his Electrokenisis he can choose to see things around him that have an electrical current aside from just “feeling” around for it. although useful being able to see electrical lines, battery's, power sources, and at times nervous systems. He can't see anything else around him unless it has an electrical current of some kind. His eyes also glow a dull blue when he does this.
Technological understanding
- Most other people when seeing him work with technology would think he is a genius or at least very smart. But the fact is, he doesn't always understand how the things he makes work. He can't always explain the complex workings of the outlander's technology. Basically, he knows what it does but doesn't always know how it does it.
I N F O
Victor grew up in L.A. his family wasn't all that well off, living paycheck to paycheck. His father was an auto mechanic and his mother worked at a hotel. He has several brothers and sisters totaling 3 sisters, all younger, and 4 brothers all older. Now Victor wasn't all that special at least at first. After he hit puberty, his abilities began to manifest and with that came trouble.
This trouble came in the form of the occasional blown fuse or nearby transformer, power surges and the like. After a spike in the family's power usage and the ever-increasing power outages in the neighborhood people began to investigate. It wasn't long before Victor was found out and quickly abandoned by his god fearing parents who believed him to be evil or possessed by the devil simply for having powers.
In a fit of rage during a lightning storm, Victor brought the city nearly to its knees in one night. His rage brought destruction and terror scaring the city for years to come. After this little fit that was stopped by a hero named “Stone hammer,” a rather powerful earth magic user. Victor now coined as “Tesla” vanished into the night, hunted by the government and vigilante hero's. He stayed out of the lime light occasionally making a terror drone here and there to cause chaos and havoc wherever he released them.
This continued for a little while until they came, the outlanders, as he called them. They posed both a threat and a target of his greed. He did what he could to help the hero's fight but only when he knew he could get some of this new glorious tech from them. This all stopped once everyone surrendered. Again he went into hiding, trying to stay out of sight and out of mind. However, his greed got the better of him as he was captured with another smaller team in one of their storage facilities.
T H E M E
youtu.be/0TIO4IHLNZw - No More Hero's by Aviators
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Reo Yamamoto
嶺臣 山本
嶺臣 山本
Age
16
Sex
Male
Appearance
Reo has a neutral monotone look about him. Standing at an impressive 6'2” with a moderately muscular yet lanky body type. He never really is looking to be part of the spotlight. He tries to keep his black hair short and up off his shoulders with pale white skin, or at least paler than normal. His voice is also slightly monotone and really only changes in depth and pitch if he is excited in some way. The boys eyes are always a constant dull blue that glow when he is using his quirk. Also, others around him may feel the hair on their neck stand up. when dealing with higher charges of electricity, small sparks will arc across his body and sometimes harmlessly arc onto nearby objects.
Personality
The Good:
+ Protective:
Reo can be quite protective of those he sees as friends or values as family. He's never had a real family before and will protect what he has from anyone or anything he views a threat.
+ Level headed:
keeping to his Stoic nature. Reo often keeps calm even in otherwise dangerous or strange circumstances. This also helps him with getting things done in short amounts of time without feeling overly stressed.
+ Industrious:
once Reo has a job and its something he knows he can do, he will get it done. The boy enjoys working with mechanical or computer issues. His work often becomes his sole focus, and he will often forget to eat or sleep while working on a project.
The Bad:
- Mischievous:
Reo likes to trick people and cause small bits of chaos. When he isn't doing anything or working on a project, one can often find the young man making some sort of contraption or robot that harasses others for his own enjoyment.
- Awkward:
Reo doesn't pick up on social queues very well and often comes off as quiet and awkward. He rarely understands the sophisticated art of flirting and barley picks up on it when its directed at him. He can also be rather direct and doesn't beat around the bush even if it would be considered rude.
- Thief:
Living on the streets with the nearest scrap yard miles away, left the young man to his own devices when it came to scavenging. Reo would often steal what ever he could to get the parts he needed for what ever project he was working on. even if given everything he would need the young man would still take things from others if it was more convenient than searching for a part else ware.
Quirk
Tesla's Prodigy.
His quirk is rather simple in a way but does lead him to create very complicated things that he doesn't always understand. Reo can manipulate Electrical currents and has an innate mechanical intuition. With his electrokenisis he is able to give simple commands to technology he is touching. This is used most regularly to pull money from ATM's or manipulate simple computers and phones. For now, he can only do this when he is touching said devices and offensively the most he can do currently is “taze” someone.
As for the mechanical intuition, Reo likes to create and make things that would otherwise be unavailable to him. Whether it is something simple, like a phone app that tracks how much sleep he has gotten in the last few days. To a robot that can work in unison with several other robots at the same time, somewhat like a hive mind. These robots are normally used for pranks or stealing things. He has on occasion made some form of tech that is very complicated and most of the time Reo knows what it does but doesn't always know how it does it.
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Skills
> Cooking
> First aid
> Parkour
> Slight of hand
> Scavenging
> Stealthy
History
Reo's life was normal up until he turned 6 and his parents died in an incident involving a careless hero. The boy, who had no other living relatives that the official's could get a hold of, was put in an orphanage. He was only there for a little over a year before he was placed in another home. He would like to tell you he got adopted but the first chance he got he ran away.
Still dealing with the loss of his parents and the ever lasting feeling of being unwanted. It didn't take long for the boy to find a group of other kids and teenagers that where surviving off the streets. For a time this new life was a little rough to get used to, but with his mistrust for the law and hero's it wasn't long before he found his place among them as a quiet protector and thief when they needed him to be.
It wasn't until he turned 10 that he started getting his Quirk, it was subtle at first. Small charges of static that shocked the others, clothes would stick to him, magnets sometimes acted funny around him. He only really found out about it when things with dead batteries would work or charge in his hands and go dead in the hands of the others. It was also strange to him that he instinctively knew how to fix some machinery or electronics without any prior knowledge of how it worked.
He used these skills for the benefit of his little group of misfits. Not really a gang but not really legal either. It stated small with tricking scanners at the door as they walked out with merchandise and quickly grew to changing security cameras and making withdrawals from ATM's. Eventually their little squad was caught and separated. Somehow he ended up here at the most sought after school in the world almost.
Ambitions
dreams of going to space one day or making some piece of tech that could make it so no one would go hungry again.
16
Sex
Male
Appearance
Reo has a neutral monotone look about him. Standing at an impressive 6'2” with a moderately muscular yet lanky body type. He never really is looking to be part of the spotlight. He tries to keep his black hair short and up off his shoulders with pale white skin, or at least paler than normal. His voice is also slightly monotone and really only changes in depth and pitch if he is excited in some way. The boys eyes are always a constant dull blue that glow when he is using his quirk. Also, others around him may feel the hair on their neck stand up. when dealing with higher charges of electricity, small sparks will arc across his body and sometimes harmlessly arc onto nearby objects.
Personality
The Good:
+ Protective:
Reo can be quite protective of those he sees as friends or values as family. He's never had a real family before and will protect what he has from anyone or anything he views a threat.
+ Level headed:
keeping to his Stoic nature. Reo often keeps calm even in otherwise dangerous or strange circumstances. This also helps him with getting things done in short amounts of time without feeling overly stressed.
+ Industrious:
once Reo has a job and its something he knows he can do, he will get it done. The boy enjoys working with mechanical or computer issues. His work often becomes his sole focus, and he will often forget to eat or sleep while working on a project.
The Bad:
- Mischievous:
Reo likes to trick people and cause small bits of chaos. When he isn't doing anything or working on a project, one can often find the young man making some sort of contraption or robot that harasses others for his own enjoyment.
- Awkward:
Reo doesn't pick up on social queues very well and often comes off as quiet and awkward. He rarely understands the sophisticated art of flirting and barley picks up on it when its directed at him. He can also be rather direct and doesn't beat around the bush even if it would be considered rude.
- Thief:
Living on the streets with the nearest scrap yard miles away, left the young man to his own devices when it came to scavenging. Reo would often steal what ever he could to get the parts he needed for what ever project he was working on. even if given everything he would need the young man would still take things from others if it was more convenient than searching for a part else ware.
Quirk
Tesla's Prodigy.
His quirk is rather simple in a way but does lead him to create very complicated things that he doesn't always understand. Reo can manipulate Electrical currents and has an innate mechanical intuition. With his electrokenisis he is able to give simple commands to technology he is touching. This is used most regularly to pull money from ATM's or manipulate simple computers and phones. For now, he can only do this when he is touching said devices and offensively the most he can do currently is “taze” someone.
As for the mechanical intuition, Reo likes to create and make things that would otherwise be unavailable to him. Whether it is something simple, like a phone app that tracks how much sleep he has gotten in the last few days. To a robot that can work in unison with several other robots at the same time, somewhat like a hive mind. These robots are normally used for pranks or stealing things. He has on occasion made some form of tech that is very complicated and most of the time Reo knows what it does but doesn't always know how it does it.
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Skills
> Cooking
> First aid
> Parkour
> Slight of hand
> Scavenging
> Stealthy
History
Reo's life was normal up until he turned 6 and his parents died in an incident involving a careless hero. The boy, who had no other living relatives that the official's could get a hold of, was put in an orphanage. He was only there for a little over a year before he was placed in another home. He would like to tell you he got adopted but the first chance he got he ran away.
Still dealing with the loss of his parents and the ever lasting feeling of being unwanted. It didn't take long for the boy to find a group of other kids and teenagers that where surviving off the streets. For a time this new life was a little rough to get used to, but with his mistrust for the law and hero's it wasn't long before he found his place among them as a quiet protector and thief when they needed him to be.
It wasn't until he turned 10 that he started getting his Quirk, it was subtle at first. Small charges of static that shocked the others, clothes would stick to him, magnets sometimes acted funny around him. He only really found out about it when things with dead batteries would work or charge in his hands and go dead in the hands of the others. It was also strange to him that he instinctively knew how to fix some machinery or electronics without any prior knowledge of how it worked.
He used these skills for the benefit of his little group of misfits. Not really a gang but not really legal either. It stated small with tricking scanners at the door as they walked out with merchandise and quickly grew to changing security cameras and making withdrawals from ATM's. Eventually their little squad was caught and separated. Somehow he ended up here at the most sought after school in the world almost.
Ambitions
dreams of going to space one day or making some piece of tech that could make it so no one would go hungry again.
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Priest & Hawthorne Investigations
Name: Adrian Infernos
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Angel
Age (Real and apparent):
Well, age and time are funny things for them, and they don't really count how long they have been around. Comparing time can be different and difficult for them. However, he would be considered a young man by modern standards and looks to be about 28.
Appearance:
A striking young lad, with straight shoulder-length golden blonde hair, a perfect smile and a strong jaw line. The young man’s eyes always seem to be a shimmering orange color almost as if there is a fire burning in his soul. He stands at 6’ and looks to weigh about 175 lbs. of lean muscle. His skin a bit pale but not unhealthy, and he always seems to be clean. His build is more athletic with no noticeable scars or markings across his body. Adrian is cleanly shaven, sporting a very professional look about him.
Adrian likes wearing nicer clothes from a time few humans alive today would recognize. A time of great depression and war. He favors a tan 2-piece suit of the 1930s — 1940s era and sports a black trench coat and umbrella during inclement weather. Wearing normally brown or black leather shoes and a matching hat. Keeping a silver pocket watch in his left pocket and a black flip phone in the other, the only piece of technology he has.
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Angel
Age (Real and apparent):
Well, age and time are funny things for them, and they don't really count how long they have been around. Comparing time can be different and difficult for them. However, he would be considered a young man by modern standards and looks to be about 28.
Appearance:
A striking young lad, with straight shoulder-length golden blonde hair, a perfect smile and a strong jaw line. The young man’s eyes always seem to be a shimmering orange color almost as if there is a fire burning in his soul. He stands at 6’ and looks to weigh about 175 lbs. of lean muscle. His skin a bit pale but not unhealthy, and he always seems to be clean. His build is more athletic with no noticeable scars or markings across his body. Adrian is cleanly shaven, sporting a very professional look about him.
Adrian likes wearing nicer clothes from a time few humans alive today would recognize. A time of great depression and war. He favors a tan 2-piece suit of the 1930s — 1940s era and sports a black trench coat and umbrella during inclement weather. Wearing normally brown or black leather shoes and a matching hat. Keeping a silver pocket watch in his left pocket and a black flip phone in the other, the only piece of technology he has.
Adrian at first glance can be a bit up front and direct. He’s not really the beat around the bush type of guy. The young man is naturally charismatic and can be comforting to others by just his presence alone. This is mostly because of what he is, others also can also feel protected and safe in his vicinity. This combined with his natural charm can often times get people to talk to him or at the very least calm down. He always seems to be optimistic even in the most dire of situations.
However, He can be arrogant and assume he is superior towards everyone around him. Truly believing that he is doing them a great service by helping them. Even if it’s a bit delusional, at times. He’s also said to be rather annoying, but does this mostly to mess with other people. Even with his proud exterior, he is very much aware of what his job is and what it means.
In the face of danger when all others fail he knows he won’t, he can’t. He is here to protect and it’s a compulsion not just a job to do. In the face of adversity he is brave, courageous, fearless, a natural born leader. That one guy who will have your back through thick and thin and will not have any regrets to sacrifice himself to save others. To the people he calls friends, he is loyal and his love burns just as hot as the fire inside him. His normally cool demeanor can change quickly to anger if his friends are threatened. However, even though his personality Adrian tries to be friendly towards others and is otherwise just here to do his job before going home again.
However, He can be arrogant and assume he is superior towards everyone around him. Truly believing that he is doing them a great service by helping them. Even if it’s a bit delusional, at times. He’s also said to be rather annoying, but does this mostly to mess with other people. Even with his proud exterior, he is very much aware of what his job is and what it means.
In the face of danger when all others fail he knows he won’t, he can’t. He is here to protect and it’s a compulsion not just a job to do. In the face of adversity he is brave, courageous, fearless, a natural born leader. That one guy who will have your back through thick and thin and will not have any regrets to sacrifice himself to save others. To the people he calls friends, he is loyal and his love burns just as hot as the fire inside him. His normally cool demeanor can change quickly to anger if his friends are threatened. However, even though his personality Adrian tries to be friendly towards others and is otherwise just here to do his job before going home again.
Aside from the usual heightened strength and endurance to the point where he could easily outmatch Olympic competitors as well as having a slight healing ability that he can use on himself and others. There are a few other things this young angel has that sets him apart from his peers.
First off Adrian is an angel of holy fire ready to burn the corruption and evil from the world of men. Adrian can generate and control an orange and white flame that is blessed or considered holy. These flames don’t burn the world around him unless he wants them too, the most they do is char. Having a great deal of control and manipulation of his holy fire, one would be smart to think twice before engaging him. His flames do require mechanical control through movement of his arms and body. If he is unable to do so his fire would expand out from him and lash out at anything in the area. In his human form he doesn’t have complete control of his flames, and they can get away from him if he’s not paying attention, but otherwise don’t hurt him.
Now than he does have another form, his true form. His absolute state of being that he hides due to its powerful nature. Char marks follow it wherever it goes. Cracks in its skin reveal glowing embers of pure otherworldly fire. Waves of visual distortion float off of it from the intense heat. It is righteous fury, ready to burn the impurity from the world. Standing ten feet tall with burning wings, he is a thing that must look like what many have envisioned as a true avenging angel. Giving him complete control of all fire within his vicinity not just his own flames.
Nothing about this form is subtle or stealthy. The only place he can hide is within his own flames, and he can be seen from miles away just like one could see a bonfire. It is rare that he uses this form, the last thing he wants is to be worshiped as a god. That is someone else’s job after all. When he is in this form he can’t stop himself from seeking out and destroying evil or demons even if it’s a friend.
Now that the Sirius stuff is out of the way, Adrian likes to help others. One can find him in his spare time helping the poor and the sick, volunteering at community events. At times even taking up some free private investigation for people looking for loved ones. Although the place he’s at now keeps him pretty busy, and he’s not able to do these things he always finds himself reading a good book or two.
First off Adrian is an angel of holy fire ready to burn the corruption and evil from the world of men. Adrian can generate and control an orange and white flame that is blessed or considered holy. These flames don’t burn the world around him unless he wants them too, the most they do is char. Having a great deal of control and manipulation of his holy fire, one would be smart to think twice before engaging him. His flames do require mechanical control through movement of his arms and body. If he is unable to do so his fire would expand out from him and lash out at anything in the area. In his human form he doesn’t have complete control of his flames, and they can get away from him if he’s not paying attention, but otherwise don’t hurt him.
Now than he does have another form, his true form. His absolute state of being that he hides due to its powerful nature. Char marks follow it wherever it goes. Cracks in its skin reveal glowing embers of pure otherworldly fire. Waves of visual distortion float off of it from the intense heat. It is righteous fury, ready to burn the impurity from the world. Standing ten feet tall with burning wings, he is a thing that must look like what many have envisioned as a true avenging angel. Giving him complete control of all fire within his vicinity not just his own flames.
Nothing about this form is subtle or stealthy. The only place he can hide is within his own flames, and he can be seen from miles away just like one could see a bonfire. It is rare that he uses this form, the last thing he wants is to be worshiped as a god. That is someone else’s job after all. When he is in this form he can’t stop himself from seeking out and destroying evil or demons even if it’s a friend.
Now that the Sirius stuff is out of the way, Adrian likes to help others. One can find him in his spare time helping the poor and the sick, volunteering at community events. At times even taking up some free private investigation for people looking for loved ones. Although the place he’s at now keeps him pretty busy, and he’s not able to do these things he always finds himself reading a good book or two.
A strange occurrence for him, truly strange to be summoned by an arch angel. Soft footsteps echoed down the immaculate marbled halls and into a room with a polished stone table. Another stood at the table waiting. His form masked by a veil of pure white light that the boy could not see through. Only the shape of the humanoid being showed through it as he beckoned the young man to come closer.
With a nervous deep breath he slowly stepped closer and up to the table. “You requested my presence?” he asked. His voice was a bit shaky something about this meeting seemed strange or sudden. Whatever his task was Adrian was sure he wasn’t ready.
The form nodded and a deep calm and soothing voice entered his mind, “yes. I have a task for you.” Placing a scroll on the table and slowly unwinding it. The blank canvas soon gave way to runes and markings that were read, heard, and felt all at the same time. Soon the runes broke for a moment and soon a new color arose almost like another scroll or parchment was placed in this one. This new parchment if it could even be called that looked like dried leather or human skin stitched together with care.
He slowly ran his hand across the strange surface and it felt like it burned him just by touching it. The runes and words were hard to read and almost seemed aggressive. He couldn’t make out what it all said, too many strange emotions weaved into its very being. For a moment he was at a loss before he realized what it was.
“This is a contract from a demon.” He paused for a moment, Adrian was caught off guard. “How did you get this here? These are supposed to be forbidden.” He was more than a little taken back from this. He wasn’t a warrior he was a caretaker. Sure he’s had more than a few years of training, but he didn’t believe he was ready for a task like this.
“Yes. It is a bounty” the bright figures head tilted to the side as it spoke. “Apparently some of this demon's offspring have been brought to earth against their will, and he would like them back. Something about it not being the right time or too soon.” Folding its hands in front of its stomach and looking over the young man before him. “This is your task Adrian, the world of man has changed once again. Just try not to do anything foolish this time.”
Adrian looked up at the being with an angry frown, “Pompeii was not my fault” referring to the foolish remark this one had made. “Then I will go and complete this task for you. I will not disappoint you again.” His head hung slightly low as if ashamed and upset at the others remark.
For a moment they stood in silence before the larger figure turned and began to walk away, “be sure to seek out Ada Hawthorne, she will be able to set you on the right path towards your mission. Who knows you might learn a thing or two from them as well.” After that the bright presence slowly left leaving just Adrian and the scroll in the room. Somehow he felt the scroll itself watching him as he too turned and left the room to prepare himself for what is to come.
With a nervous deep breath he slowly stepped closer and up to the table. “You requested my presence?” he asked. His voice was a bit shaky something about this meeting seemed strange or sudden. Whatever his task was Adrian was sure he wasn’t ready.
The form nodded and a deep calm and soothing voice entered his mind, “yes. I have a task for you.” Placing a scroll on the table and slowly unwinding it. The blank canvas soon gave way to runes and markings that were read, heard, and felt all at the same time. Soon the runes broke for a moment and soon a new color arose almost like another scroll or parchment was placed in this one. This new parchment if it could even be called that looked like dried leather or human skin stitched together with care.
He slowly ran his hand across the strange surface and it felt like it burned him just by touching it. The runes and words were hard to read and almost seemed aggressive. He couldn’t make out what it all said, too many strange emotions weaved into its very being. For a moment he was at a loss before he realized what it was.
“This is a contract from a demon.” He paused for a moment, Adrian was caught off guard. “How did you get this here? These are supposed to be forbidden.” He was more than a little taken back from this. He wasn’t a warrior he was a caretaker. Sure he’s had more than a few years of training, but he didn’t believe he was ready for a task like this.
“Yes. It is a bounty” the bright figures head tilted to the side as it spoke. “Apparently some of this demon's offspring have been brought to earth against their will, and he would like them back. Something about it not being the right time or too soon.” Folding its hands in front of its stomach and looking over the young man before him. “This is your task Adrian, the world of man has changed once again. Just try not to do anything foolish this time.”
Adrian looked up at the being with an angry frown, “Pompeii was not my fault” referring to the foolish remark this one had made. “Then I will go and complete this task for you. I will not disappoint you again.” His head hung slightly low as if ashamed and upset at the others remark.
For a moment they stood in silence before the larger figure turned and began to walk away, “be sure to seek out Ada Hawthorne, she will be able to set you on the right path towards your mission. Who knows you might learn a thing or two from them as well.” After that the bright presence slowly left leaving just Adrian and the scroll in the room. Somehow he felt the scroll itself watching him as he too turned and left the room to prepare himself for what is to come.
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The Craft
Name: Troy Warnock
Age: 16
Birth Date: 25th of October
Height: 6'5"
Hair: Light Brown with hints of blonde
Eyes: Hazel
Clothes: Normally wearing blue jeans, leather work boots, and a brown or green t-shirt when he's working. Troy normally sports a more redneck or blue collar look especially when he’s wearing his leather protective gear for shop class. However, when he relaxes he normally wears loose fitting brown or black slacks with a light jacket and running shoes.
Jewelry and Tattoos: A necklace his aunt gave him, a leather strap with a medium-sized wire wrapped Smokey quartz crystal hanging from it.
Scars: Multiple new and old scars across his arms, mostly small burn scars. As well as a few larger ones on his chest.
WHY are you a witch? Troy was introduced to Wicca by his Aunt Sasha as a way to cope with the loss of his parents and brother. Although it was a little strange for him at first, he soon grew to enjoy it and its teachings. Finding its use both relaxing and peaceful for his heart and mind.
His class schedule is:
1 – Shop Class
2 - English
3 - Math
4 – Study Period
Lunch
5 – Health
6 – Weight Training
Personality and interests
General:
Generally speaking, Troy can be categorized as the strong silent type. He enjoys working with his hands and being alone finding the company of most others to be bothersome at best. Slow to anger but when he is angry it could be summarized as a burning rage. The boy doesn’t always pick up on social ques and prefers others to be blunt with him even if it seems rude. He can be a dick sometimes, but he means well. Ultimately he just wants to protect and help others. He finds joy in seeing others smile from his actions and can be very selfless towards the few people he calls friends.
Likes:
Blacksmithing
Mechanical work
Carpentry
Hiking
Swimming
Medical Training
Fall/Winter
Dislikes:
Bullies
Alcohol
Spring
Lightning Storms
Coffee
Quirks:
Normally carries a small pocket book with him for taking notes of his environment to jotting down random ideas or things to do at a later date.
Phobias:
Thalassophobia – can’t do much when he’s out in open deep water. Mostly large lakes and oceans.
Has a fear of being helpless or paralyzed in situations where he could help. As well as a deep-seated fear of forgetting the ones he loves.
Background:
Troy was born to a rather well off family in bend Oregon. His father was a manager at a manufacturing facility and his mother worked as a lawyer. He had an older brother as well that was much more outgoing and intellectually gifted compared to him. They lived in a nice ranch style home just outside the city and enjoyed outdoor activities together. A rather nice and quiet upbringing for him, that was until he was 12.
He remembers that night. Often having nightmares about it. Their family was coming back from a camping trip late one evening. They were supposed to have stayed the whole weekend out at the lake but a storm system was moving in and pushed them out of the area. That same storm caught up with them in the darkness. Now troy wasn’t afraid of storms and actually enjoyed them up until this point. For you see they weren’t alone on that stretch of high way. Another car heading in the opposite direction swerved into their lane. The driver had been drinking and decided to go for a late night drive in the company truck.
He doesn’t remember much after that. The collision gave him a concussion, internal bleeding, several broken ribs, and 3rd degree burns across his chest. His father and brother died in the crash, his mother died shortly after in the hospital. The driver of the other vehicle suffered a broken leg but was otherwise OK. Troy woke up in a hospital a week later and hardly remembered who he was or who his parents were. His aunt Sasha Warnock from Rome Georgia took him in after that, she was a personal trainer that often worked with high level athletes.
Since then, he was rather reclusive after the wreck, dealing with depression and physical therapy. It took him a year before he enrolled in school again. Even then he was still quiet, rarely responding to anything from anyone. He did his school work and went home where his aunt would teach him about Wicca and work with him through his depression.
Skills / Training:
Troy excels at anything that requires him to work with his hands. Blacksmithing, carpentry, mechanic work, landscaping, plumbing. He favors blacksmithing over the others. He is currently training on whatever medical courses he can get his hands on and holds an advanced first aid and CPR certificate. The boy also has good skills with wielding swords and axes as well as with boxing.
When it comes to spells and the like. Well, he’s a natural and a born witch he just doesn’t know it. He has an elemental gift being the blessing of fire. With this gift he always seems to be warm but never overheats and has an affinity but not an obsession with fire. Other than that he practices candle and rune magic. He is a little unsure of how much this actually helps him and others but tries his best to work with protection and luck magic.
Languages:
English
Stuff he sucks at:
He’s not all that great with communication, but he’s getting better at it. Troy can also be forgetful due to his head injury and has a hard time recalling names or faces to the point where he gives others nick names to help him remember. He’s also not always the best student when it comes to history or higher level mathematics.
Gear:
Small pocket knife.
A steel polished Zippo lighter with a pentagram engraved into one side.
A tool bag with misc. Automotive and carpentry tools.
A short sword and bearded ax that he made (Doesn’t bring them to school).
An advanced medical kit he put together (keeps it in his truck).
Home Life:
His Aunt Sasha had a fairly large sum of money from a legal settlement and lives comfortably with troy. After she had a stroke she has a caregiver that takes care of her at the house during the day and Troy takes care of her at night. She doesn’t talk much and can’t get around on her own very well. She mostly just sits in her favorite chair in the living room and either watches TV or looks out the front window. When troy is home he spends his time talking to her about his day or working the forge he built in their back yard. there is also an old shed in the back yard that's partially covered in vines, locked behind the door is an alter Sasha helped him make.
Home description:
Family Description:
Sasha Warnock - 46 – Aunt - had a stroke 6 months ago.
Victor Warnock – 45 – Father – Deceased.
Anita Warnock, Maiden name Olsen - 42 – Mother – Deceased.
Trevor Warnock - 16 – Older Brother – Deceased.
Job:
Handy man, works odd jobs around town mostly carpentry or mechanical work for less than he should but really doing it to help and have some extra pocket money.
How do you get around? Walking if it’s not time sensitive, but he does drive a blue ford ranger when he has too.
Rumors:
There is a few rumors tossed around that he is a serial killer because he is a little creepy sometimes. Another rumor is that he was in jail for a while or is in witness protection due to him never talking about his family or childhood. Because of these things and just him being intimidating with his size and constant silence he doesn’t get bullied too often. When he does it’s always something said behind his back or when the bullies approach in a group.
Nick Names:
Mostly things he thinks of to help him remember others.
Ashlyn Winters - The Phoenix - "Rise from the ashes and be born again" Hair reminds him of fire.
Jessica Bowman - The Firefly - "Dancing like a leaf on the wind" she has a natural grace about her.
Diane Mathews - The Dragon - "Her heart of fire beats with burning desire" something about her seems enchanting.
Samantha Greene - The Ifrit - "I'll look for the glow among the fiery embers of your burning soul" There's a hint of danger behind her pragmatic eyes.
Name: Troy Warnock
Age: 16
Birth Date: 25th of October
Height: 6'5"
Hair: Light Brown with hints of blonde
Eyes: Hazel
Clothes: Normally wearing blue jeans, leather work boots, and a brown or green t-shirt when he's working. Troy normally sports a more redneck or blue collar look especially when he’s wearing his leather protective gear for shop class. However, when he relaxes he normally wears loose fitting brown or black slacks with a light jacket and running shoes.
Jewelry and Tattoos: A necklace his aunt gave him, a leather strap with a medium-sized wire wrapped Smokey quartz crystal hanging from it.
Scars: Multiple new and old scars across his arms, mostly small burn scars. As well as a few larger ones on his chest.
WHY are you a witch? Troy was introduced to Wicca by his Aunt Sasha as a way to cope with the loss of his parents and brother. Although it was a little strange for him at first, he soon grew to enjoy it and its teachings. Finding its use both relaxing and peaceful for his heart and mind.
His class schedule is:
1 – Shop Class
2 - English
3 - Math
4 – Study Period
Lunch
5 – Health
6 – Weight Training
Personality and interests
General:
Generally speaking, Troy can be categorized as the strong silent type. He enjoys working with his hands and being alone finding the company of most others to be bothersome at best. Slow to anger but when he is angry it could be summarized as a burning rage. The boy doesn’t always pick up on social ques and prefers others to be blunt with him even if it seems rude. He can be a dick sometimes, but he means well. Ultimately he just wants to protect and help others. He finds joy in seeing others smile from his actions and can be very selfless towards the few people he calls friends.
Likes:
Blacksmithing
Mechanical work
Carpentry
Hiking
Swimming
Medical Training
Fall/Winter
Dislikes:
Bullies
Alcohol
Spring
Lightning Storms
Coffee
Quirks:
Normally carries a small pocket book with him for taking notes of his environment to jotting down random ideas or things to do at a later date.
Phobias:
Thalassophobia – can’t do much when he’s out in open deep water. Mostly large lakes and oceans.
Has a fear of being helpless or paralyzed in situations where he could help. As well as a deep-seated fear of forgetting the ones he loves.
Background:
Troy was born to a rather well off family in bend Oregon. His father was a manager at a manufacturing facility and his mother worked as a lawyer. He had an older brother as well that was much more outgoing and intellectually gifted compared to him. They lived in a nice ranch style home just outside the city and enjoyed outdoor activities together. A rather nice and quiet upbringing for him, that was until he was 12.
He remembers that night. Often having nightmares about it. Their family was coming back from a camping trip late one evening. They were supposed to have stayed the whole weekend out at the lake but a storm system was moving in and pushed them out of the area. That same storm caught up with them in the darkness. Now troy wasn’t afraid of storms and actually enjoyed them up until this point. For you see they weren’t alone on that stretch of high way. Another car heading in the opposite direction swerved into their lane. The driver had been drinking and decided to go for a late night drive in the company truck.
He doesn’t remember much after that. The collision gave him a concussion, internal bleeding, several broken ribs, and 3rd degree burns across his chest. His father and brother died in the crash, his mother died shortly after in the hospital. The driver of the other vehicle suffered a broken leg but was otherwise OK. Troy woke up in a hospital a week later and hardly remembered who he was or who his parents were. His aunt Sasha Warnock from Rome Georgia took him in after that, she was a personal trainer that often worked with high level athletes.
Since then, he was rather reclusive after the wreck, dealing with depression and physical therapy. It took him a year before he enrolled in school again. Even then he was still quiet, rarely responding to anything from anyone. He did his school work and went home where his aunt would teach him about Wicca and work with him through his depression.
Skills / Training:
Troy excels at anything that requires him to work with his hands. Blacksmithing, carpentry, mechanic work, landscaping, plumbing. He favors blacksmithing over the others. He is currently training on whatever medical courses he can get his hands on and holds an advanced first aid and CPR certificate. The boy also has good skills with wielding swords and axes as well as with boxing.
When it comes to spells and the like. Well, he’s a natural and a born witch he just doesn’t know it. He has an elemental gift being the blessing of fire. With this gift he always seems to be warm but never overheats and has an affinity but not an obsession with fire. Other than that he practices candle and rune magic. He is a little unsure of how much this actually helps him and others but tries his best to work with protection and luck magic.
Languages:
English
Stuff he sucks at:
He’s not all that great with communication, but he’s getting better at it. Troy can also be forgetful due to his head injury and has a hard time recalling names or faces to the point where he gives others nick names to help him remember. He’s also not always the best student when it comes to history or higher level mathematics.
Gear:
Small pocket knife.
A steel polished Zippo lighter with a pentagram engraved into one side.
A tool bag with misc. Automotive and carpentry tools.
A short sword and bearded ax that he made (Doesn’t bring them to school).
An advanced medical kit he put together (keeps it in his truck).
Home Life:
His Aunt Sasha had a fairly large sum of money from a legal settlement and lives comfortably with troy. After she had a stroke she has a caregiver that takes care of her at the house during the day and Troy takes care of her at night. She doesn’t talk much and can’t get around on her own very well. She mostly just sits in her favorite chair in the living room and either watches TV or looks out the front window. When troy is home he spends his time talking to her about his day or working the forge he built in their back yard. there is also an old shed in the back yard that's partially covered in vines, locked behind the door is an alter Sasha helped him make.
Home description:
Family Description:
Sasha Warnock - 46 – Aunt - had a stroke 6 months ago.
Victor Warnock – 45 – Father – Deceased.
Anita Warnock, Maiden name Olsen - 42 – Mother – Deceased.
Trevor Warnock - 16 – Older Brother – Deceased.
Job:
Handy man, works odd jobs around town mostly carpentry or mechanical work for less than he should but really doing it to help and have some extra pocket money.
How do you get around? Walking if it’s not time sensitive, but he does drive a blue ford ranger when he has too.
Rumors:
There is a few rumors tossed around that he is a serial killer because he is a little creepy sometimes. Another rumor is that he was in jail for a while or is in witness protection due to him never talking about his family or childhood. Because of these things and just him being intimidating with his size and constant silence he doesn’t get bullied too often. When he does it’s always something said behind his back or when the bullies approach in a group.
Nick Names:
Mostly things he thinks of to help him remember others.
Ashlyn Winters - The Phoenix - "Rise from the ashes and be born again" Hair reminds him of fire.
Jessica Bowman - The Firefly - "Dancing like a leaf on the wind" she has a natural grace about her.
Diane Mathews - The Dragon - "Her heart of fire beats with burning desire" something about her seems enchanting.
Samantha Greene - The Ifrit - "I'll look for the glow among the fiery embers of your burning soul" There's a hint of danger behind her pragmatic eyes.
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The Xenowar Chronicles: Hell Jumpers
WIP
BACKGROUND:
Growing up on the small mining planet of Vulcan 3 wasn't all that grand. it was mostly dangerous. the air, the people, the work, and the environment all wanted to kill you. what was once a penal colony on a backwater planet turned into an industrial powerhouse. the rich mines that where dug out daily spewed out pollution on a massive scale into the volcanic atmosphere.
Roman's parents where rather prominent in the politics of the industrial planet. they lived in underground city's far from the heat and pollution of the surface. underground in certain areas one could even find small paradises of underground lakes and rivers. the area he grew up in wasn't too bad. the surface dwellers where usually the mine or factory workers and crime was always rampant in their living quarters.
However, even though his parents where rather well off. Roman still had to work and work he did. sticking to the more technical but still taxing work at one of the better ship yards. he grew strong and tough here learning from the older men and woman
EXPERIENCE:
PERSONALITY:
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GENERAL INFORMATION
- NAME: Roman Asimov
- NICKNAME: Ogre
- RANK: Sergeant
- NATIONALITY: Federal Citizen
- AGE: 28
- GENDER: Male
- HEIGHT: 6’6”
- BIRTH-DATE: 23rd of November, 2117
- APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION:
Strong and tall with broad shoulders, the nearly 30 year old man doesn’t show his age all that well. His frame is littered with scars. Burn scars, shrapnel scars, radiation burns, and many surgical scars. One will also see several cybernetic enhancements to his joints and torso. Some augments are there to aid damaged organs but most are there to help him use his heavy armor. Many wouldn’t subject themselves to the enhancements due to their danger and side effects but Roman never cared. Side effects include but are not limited too - bouts of pain or ghost pain, mental instability, joint pain, decreased life expectancy, possible blood poisoning, Etc.
BACKGROUND, EXPERIENCE, AND PERSONALITY
BACKGROUND:
Growing up on the small mining planet of Vulcan 3 wasn't all that grand. it was mostly dangerous. the air, the people, the work, and the environment all wanted to kill you. what was once a penal colony on a backwater planet turned into an industrial powerhouse. the rich mines that where dug out daily spewed out pollution on a massive scale into the volcanic atmosphere.
Roman's parents where rather prominent in the politics of the industrial planet. they lived in underground city's far from the heat and pollution of the surface. underground in certain areas one could even find small paradises of underground lakes and rivers. the area he grew up in wasn't too bad. the surface dwellers where usually the mine or factory workers and crime was always rampant in their living quarters.
However, even though his parents where rather well off. Roman still had to work and work he did. sticking to the more technical but still taxing work at one of the better ship yards. he grew strong and tough here learning from the older men and woman
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ReusableSword The (not so) Mighty.
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Doctors and stuff
Squishy
"Stop for a moment and remember to breath."
Name
Birthday & Age
Gender & Sexual Orientation
Other Labels
Occupation
Appearance
Personality
My Dreams
Fears
Likes
Dislikes
Reputation
Extra information
Face Claim - Hamzah Saman
Squishy
"Stop for a moment and remember to breath."
CMH Personnel File
Name
Asim Stanley Bitar
Birthday & Age
November 16th, 32 years old
Portland, Oregon
Portland, Oregon
Gender & Sexual Orientation
Male / Hetero
Other Labels
Army Combat life saver, Arabic, Asatru, Traumatic Brain Injury, Night Terrors.
Slave Driver > Hard Ass > Veteran > Caretaker > Heathen
Slave Driver > Hard Ass > Veteran > Caretaker > Heathen
Occupation
Paramedic Operations Manager for ground and air ambulances. Part time Physical Therapist.
Appearance
Standing 6’5 and being a little over 220 lbs. with broad shoulders and an athletic body, Asim can be a bit intimidating. Normally keeping his thick black hair shaven leaving only his short beard. He has a darker skin tone matching his Arabic ethnicity but speaks without an accent in a rather deep tone of voice. He has many small and large tattoos across his back, chest and arms mostly related to his time served in the army. Scars also litter his fore arms, mostly small scratches and cuts. However, he does have a rather large burn scar across his right side that climbs toward his right pectoral.
Normally one can find him wearing nice dark business suits with a comfortable white shirt and red tie. Occasionally slipping on scrubs or workout clothes when working with the physical therapy department. Outside of work he wears whatever is comfortable, mostly slacks or shorts with a loose fitting t-shirt or tank top.
Normally one can find him wearing nice dark business suits with a comfortable white shirt and red tie. Occasionally slipping on scrubs or workout clothes when working with the physical therapy department. Outside of work he wears whatever is comfortable, mostly slacks or shorts with a loose fitting t-shirt or tank top.
CMH Psychological Evaluation
Personality
The Positive:
- Composed
- Dependable
- Perceptive
- Someone you can open up too.
The Negative:
- Stubborn
- Blunt
- Harsh
- Reserved
Evaluation Observations:
First impression is that this man is stern and intimidating. Through size, position, and the way he carries himself up and down the halls. That combined with the fact that he has what some have said is a resting bitch face or a near permanent scowl. That’s until you get him to smile with an off color or morbid joke. Normally keeping to himself and helping out when his management job is slow or his assistant manager has everything under control. Even with his stature he still tries to be open and welcoming, Asim just isn’t all that great at it. It doesn’t help that he’s often seen telling other people to get back to work when they are slacking.
First impression is that this man is stern and intimidating. Through size, position, and the way he carries himself up and down the halls. That combined with the fact that he has what some have said is a resting bitch face or a near permanent scowl. That’s until you get him to smile with an off color or morbid joke. Normally keeping to himself and helping out when his management job is slow or his assistant manager has everything under control. Even with his stature he still tries to be open and welcoming, Asim just isn’t all that great at it. It doesn’t help that he’s often seen telling other people to get back to work when they are slacking.
Actual Personality:
Aside from his intimidating military honed first impressions he’s actually quite caring towards others. Sure he pushes his people to nearly no end, but he just wants to see them grow. One can often find him comforting or talking to overwhelmed nurses or doctors trying to help them through a breakdown. He knows that this work is stressful even if he makes dealing with all the stress easy. Asim will always try to be the support structure for his fellow employees. Like a good officer, he cares about his people.
As for his friends? Well, he doesn’t have too many friends outside of work. No significant other or relatives in the area either. Outside of work, unless invited somewhere, he spends his time exercising, working in his yard, or helping his older neighbors with theirs. Occasionally when his night terrors get the best of him or his anxiety and depression start to kick in, he locks himself away to read poetry or cook.
Aside from his intimidating military honed first impressions he’s actually quite caring towards others. Sure he pushes his people to nearly no end, but he just wants to see them grow. One can often find him comforting or talking to overwhelmed nurses or doctors trying to help them through a breakdown. He knows that this work is stressful even if he makes dealing with all the stress easy. Asim will always try to be the support structure for his fellow employees. Like a good officer, he cares about his people.
As for his friends? Well, he doesn’t have too many friends outside of work. No significant other or relatives in the area either. Outside of work, unless invited somewhere, he spends his time exercising, working in his yard, or helping his older neighbors with theirs. Occasionally when his night terrors get the best of him or his anxiety and depression start to kick in, he locks himself away to read poetry or cook.
"There is no exercise better for the heart than reaching down and pulling people up." - John Holmes
Off the Record
My Dreams
His goals are few and simple. One would be to live out the rest of his life in peace, to only fight when protecting himself or a third party. Another goal is to simply help where he can and bring a little joy into this dark world. He wouldn’t mind finding someone to call his own, the best friend he could open up too and spill his secrets. A woman that could sing to his angels and calm his demons. After all, he doesn’t want to be alone forever.
Fears
- Being alone forever.
- Being helpless.
Likes
- + Hot food
+ Cold nights
+ Fall and winter
+ Whiskey
+ Good company
+ Hard working coworkers
+ Slow work days
Dislikes
- - Cold food
- Lazy people
- Caffeinated drinks
- Downtime
- Nightmares
- Rude/overly obnoxious people
- Crowds
Reputation
His reputation is one of diligence and hard work for both himself and the people he supervises. Even if others think he’s a dick he knows he has a job to do and the responsibilities that come with it.
Extra information
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Some Weird Faraway Land
- Name: Nkosi Naswaru
- birthdate > 5/23/3172
- height > 6'3"
- weight > 215 Lbs.
- eye color > Green
- hair color > Black
- skin color > Tan/Light Brown
- Blurb: Hailing from the Waru Forests, a secluded temperate rain forest surrounded by tall mountains. The Waru tribe that calls the forest home is small, secluded, and secretive. With only a few hundred thousand members spread out in enclaves throughout the large forest. Their technology level isn't all that high, they focus more on the natural way of things and worship a being they call the mother. Not to be confused with the immortal, she is viewed as the mothers herald.
However, this is not about the Waru Tribe. This is about one of their eager more adventurous and strong members. A hunter named Nkosi Naswaru. The young man has always been outgoing, seeking to better understand and use their connection to the mother. He travels now, further than he has ever been before. To seek out the source of mana that calls to him and strengthen his connection with the mother.
- birthdate > 5/23/3172
- height > 6'3"
- weight > 215 Lbs.
- eye color > Green
- hair color > Black
- skin color > Tan/Light Brown
- Blurb: Hailing from the Waru Forests, a secluded temperate rain forest surrounded by tall mountains. The Waru tribe that calls the forest home is small, secluded, and secretive. With only a few hundred thousand members spread out in enclaves throughout the large forest. Their technology level isn't all that high, they focus more on the natural way of things and worship a being they call the mother. Not to be confused with the immortal, she is viewed as the mothers herald.
However, this is not about the Waru Tribe. This is about one of their eager more adventurous and strong members. A hunter named Nkosi Naswaru. The young man has always been outgoing, seeking to better understand and use their connection to the mother. He travels now, further than he has ever been before. To seek out the source of mana that calls to him and strengthen his connection with the mother.
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Name: Isaac J. Castle
Alias: Nightmare
Formerly: Wild Card
Age: 36
Powers:
A call to the void. – A dark ability he barley understands, similar to what you would call shapeshifting just in a different light. Entering into a trance and muttering words he does not know or remember, a black void opens beneath him and he sinks in. after a certain amount of time, a creature will emerge that he shares a mental and physical connection. What emerges has only refered to itself once as Naswaru. Once the creature is dismissed or destroyed, he will appear were it last stood unharmed but fatigued.
Evolved specimen – there is a 5% chance that whatever comes back through the void is evolved or at a higher level than the others of the same type. These specimens have stronger and have more powerful ability’s. However, they are harder for Isaac to control and he is more susceptible to their natural urges and instincts.
Somewhere overhead, you hear it. Something pounds at the air. A hideous black thing slides across the stars. Giant membranous wings carry it through the air, beating like those of some mythical fiend. There’s something about it that lets you know it’s only toying with you…
Naswaru stands more than 8ft. tall and is most frightening. It also regenerates at an absurd rate, healing from death’s door to your doorstep in a matter of a half hour. And just plain overall, its physical gifts are not to be underestimated. massive bat-like wings sprout from the Vampire’s back. Nearly thirty feet from tip to tip, these wings are capable of carrying it high through the sky. it is death from above.
Everything about this creature screams pain. Its Exsanguinating Touch
literally causes blood to boil, bursting out of the body of its victim. Inanimate objects crack and sizzle as if acid were poured onto it. Those who have been tortured by this one typically bear terrible scarring from ruined capillaries and veins rupturing through their skin. The
size of pencils but twice as thick, the stingers they fire are covered in
inch-long barbs.
Naswaru is sadistic, blood thirsty, and deadly. It's personality traits have already begun to develop with in Isaac causing a need to inflict pain and an unholy thirst for blood combined with the patience of a predator and an arrogance borne of birds of prey.
On another note although he has a mouth it does not have vocal cords and instead projects its thoughts telepathically one way to talk to others in this form. In a sense you can hear him but unless you speak he cant hear you.
Weaknesses:
When he dives he never comes back the same, there is a toll that must be paid for making the call. Sometimes it’s just a memory, it can be changed, erased, or not even his own. It could manifest as a twitch or unknown desire. Normally he comes back with personality traits of the beast.
If someone were to ever gain control of his mind and force him to call to the void, he nor the person who forced him to will be in control of the demon. The creature will do whatever its primary goal would be without the care for collateral damage. If the creature suffers enough damage or is out for at most 6 hours it will dissipate and Isaac will be rendered unconscious.
It takes a little time for him to complete the incantation and slip into the void, if someone were to interrupt this the call would not work and he would have to try again. It is not instantaneous.
Even though the creature looks like it is from another world, he is still just a human and suffers from the same ailments and issues regular humans have.
Eventually the beast will consume him entirely, this is what Hex warned. Without his pendant the beast has more influence on his reasoning and compulsions.
Appearance:
An average built man, standing 5’9 and weighing about 180 Lbs.
Deep sunken brown eyes, a thousand yard stare, and a permanent scowl are the first to greet you when you first meet him. Always sporting short neatly shaved hair and looking like he had not shaved for the last few days. The smell of smoke and cheap cologne, not strong enough to put someone off but definitely there.
His skin always looks a little dirty and covered in various tattoos of different colors and images. These tattoos hide scars of a tortured and broken past long before he was given his ability. One thing that stands out with these tattoos and markings is several symbols of other hero’s. Some forgotten to time, others who are no longer among the living, and a few that still walk the streets and back allies.
He has the look of someone who has seen or done some very bad things and has no one to blame but himself for it. Wearing an old patched up and partially reinforced leather trench coat that’s adorned with patches and pins. Under that is normally business clothes and some reinforced slacks that have seen better days. A tie, black but occasionally red, hangs lazily around his neck and an old leather backpack make up his traveling clothes.
Equipment:
Other than his average reinforced clothes he carries a staff that doubles as a walking stick. Strong metal ground to a point on one end and electricity surging through the other. Isaac is highly trained and skilled with most melee weaponry, gaining the skills mostly out of boredom than anything.
Origin:
Personality:
Isaac is a cold and quiet man, always trying to atone for what he has done through his actions. He will always be the first to offer assistance or help. Often spending what little money he has on helping others in need with food or shelter. If he senses they are having issues or are just lonely he may even break out of his cold personality and try to talk to them.
Slow to anger with a depressed look about him, he finds himself sometimes thinking a bit too much on the given circumstances. The last thing he wants is to get into a fight and will try his best not too unless given no other choices. He has a fear of his ability’s and what they can do and does not like to show them off. However if asked, he is more than willing to open up and talk about them.
He isn’t one to lose his composure or give up early more than likely he will try his best and give it his all on any given task. Always the protector, he would never leave anyone behind and is always willing to make the sacrifice play.
Misc. Facts:
Isaac enjoys singing and playing the guitar, he usually carries a holographic guitar but has an old wooden one at the church. He also enjoys Asian style foods more than others, always finding the time for a good noodle shop.
On a bad day or after a change the voice of Naswaru lingers and talks to him. One could very well see him as being crazy for having a conversation with some one who isn't there.
Naswaru wasn't always a demon, in the beginning it was an angel and it has slowly grown more dangerous and twisted with every use.
Relationship with Hex:
Hex was a strange character, a man that wondered into his church one day while Isaac was still fighting crime and wanted to speak to him about their god. After a brief conversation he revealed he was not here for the religion but for him, to talk to him about his power. Isaac being one to not turn someone away, listened to what he had to say. After their talk about eldritch magic and entities from another realm meant to fight evil, Isaac was more than convinced to let the man attempt to help him. The help he received was in the form of a necklace that helped him control the ones he banded too. Now with him gone Isaac feels indebted to the old man to at least make an effort to figure out what he was doing.
Name: Isaac J. Castle
Alias: Nightmare
Formerly: Wild Card
Age: 36
Powers:
A call to the void. – A dark ability he barley understands, similar to what you would call shapeshifting just in a different light. Entering into a trance and muttering words he does not know or remember, a black void opens beneath him and he sinks in. after a certain amount of time, a creature will emerge that he shares a mental and physical connection. What emerges has only refered to itself once as Naswaru. Once the creature is dismissed or destroyed, he will appear were it last stood unharmed but fatigued.
Evolved specimen – there is a 5% chance that whatever comes back through the void is evolved or at a higher level than the others of the same type. These specimens have stronger and have more powerful ability’s. However, they are harder for Isaac to control and he is more susceptible to their natural urges and instincts.
Somewhere overhead, you hear it. Something pounds at the air. A hideous black thing slides across the stars. Giant membranous wings carry it through the air, beating like those of some mythical fiend. There’s something about it that lets you know it’s only toying with you…
Naswaru stands more than 8ft. tall and is most frightening. It also regenerates at an absurd rate, healing from death’s door to your doorstep in a matter of a half hour. And just plain overall, its physical gifts are not to be underestimated. massive bat-like wings sprout from the Vampire’s back. Nearly thirty feet from tip to tip, these wings are capable of carrying it high through the sky. it is death from above.
Everything about this creature screams pain. Its Exsanguinating Touch
literally causes blood to boil, bursting out of the body of its victim. Inanimate objects crack and sizzle as if acid were poured onto it. Those who have been tortured by this one typically bear terrible scarring from ruined capillaries and veins rupturing through their skin. The
size of pencils but twice as thick, the stingers they fire are covered in
inch-long barbs.
Naswaru is sadistic, blood thirsty, and deadly. It's personality traits have already begun to develop with in Isaac causing a need to inflict pain and an unholy thirst for blood combined with the patience of a predator and an arrogance borne of birds of prey.
On another note although he has a mouth it does not have vocal cords and instead projects its thoughts telepathically one way to talk to others in this form. In a sense you can hear him but unless you speak he cant hear you.
Weaknesses:
When he dives he never comes back the same, there is a toll that must be paid for making the call. Sometimes it’s just a memory, it can be changed, erased, or not even his own. It could manifest as a twitch or unknown desire. Normally he comes back with personality traits of the beast.
If someone were to ever gain control of his mind and force him to call to the void, he nor the person who forced him to will be in control of the demon. The creature will do whatever its primary goal would be without the care for collateral damage. If the creature suffers enough damage or is out for at most 6 hours it will dissipate and Isaac will be rendered unconscious.
It takes a little time for him to complete the incantation and slip into the void, if someone were to interrupt this the call would not work and he would have to try again. It is not instantaneous.
Even though the creature looks like it is from another world, he is still just a human and suffers from the same ailments and issues regular humans have.
Eventually the beast will consume him entirely, this is what Hex warned. Without his pendant the beast has more influence on his reasoning and compulsions.
Appearance:
An average built man, standing 5’9 and weighing about 180 Lbs.
Deep sunken brown eyes, a thousand yard stare, and a permanent scowl are the first to greet you when you first meet him. Always sporting short neatly shaved hair and looking like he had not shaved for the last few days. The smell of smoke and cheap cologne, not strong enough to put someone off but definitely there.
His skin always looks a little dirty and covered in various tattoos of different colors and images. These tattoos hide scars of a tortured and broken past long before he was given his ability. One thing that stands out with these tattoos and markings is several symbols of other hero’s. Some forgotten to time, others who are no longer among the living, and a few that still walk the streets and back allies.
He has the look of someone who has seen or done some very bad things and has no one to blame but himself for it. Wearing an old patched up and partially reinforced leather trench coat that’s adorned with patches and pins. Under that is normally business clothes and some reinforced slacks that have seen better days. A tie, black but occasionally red, hangs lazily around his neck and an old leather backpack make up his traveling clothes.
The suit he wears was designed to make it so he wouldn’t be easily effected by airborne pollutants, intoxicants, or hallucinogens. Supporting its own self-contained breathing apparatus with oxygen and air scrubbers. As well as being reinforced, a contained layer of medical gel sits just on the inside of the suit, meant to both fill holes in the suit and himself. The last thing his suit has are morphine injectors and pain blockers. These are used when he believes he will be interrupted while beginning his ritual.
Equipment:
Other than his average reinforced clothes he carries a staff that doubles as a walking stick. Strong metal ground to a point on one end and electricity surging through the other. Isaac is highly trained and skilled with most melee weaponry, gaining the skills mostly out of boredom than anything.
Origin:
>> Stolen as a baby by cultists because both his parents had aptitude with magic.
>> Raised as a sacrifice, conditioned, and at times tortured.
>> The ritual started early and lasted through his entire stay with them.
>> Final ritual began when he was 16 under a blood red moon, covered in brandings and tattoos.
>> Consumed by the void, the cultists hoped that a messenger from their god would rise.
>> What came next was a release of elemental energy and the complete destruction of the cult and its stronghold by an out of control elemental spirit.
>> Raised as a sacrifice, conditioned, and at times tortured.
>> The ritual started early and lasted through his entire stay with them.
>> Final ritual began when he was 16 under a blood red moon, covered in brandings and tattoos.
>> Consumed by the void, the cultists hoped that a messenger from their god would rise.
>> What came next was a release of elemental energy and the complete destruction of the cult and its stronghold by an out of control elemental spirit.
>> Waking several days later in a hospital, rescued by law enforcement who thought the cult burnt itself to the ground leaving only the boy.
>> Soon found himself escaping from the hospital in a fit of fear and culture shock.
>> Began living day by day on the streets of Cedar Fort.
>> Dodging gangs and criminal activity was eventually taken in by a small church that worshipped a machine god.
>> Spent the next few years learning about the world around them and the machine god, a key member named Tomas instilling a focus on good vs evil.
>> Soon found himself escaping from the hospital in a fit of fear and culture shock.
>> Began living day by day on the streets of Cedar Fort.
>> Dodging gangs and criminal activity was eventually taken in by a small church that worshipped a machine god.
>> Spent the next few years learning about the world around them and the machine god, a key member named Tomas instilling a focus on good vs evil.
>> Caught in between a gang fight with Tomas and sheltering in place. The fighting getting worse and worse sparked his ritual.
>> A bright light and a being looking like an angel emerged from the dumpster they were hiding in.
>> With a simple raise of its hand the fighting stopped, the gang members simply left and returned home.
>> This revelation and Tomas’s push for him to be better sparked his inevitable joining of the fight against criminals and those that wished to do harm.
>> A bright light and a being looking like an angel emerged from the dumpster they were hiding in.
>> With a simple raise of its hand the fighting stopped, the gang members simply left and returned home.
>> This revelation and Tomas’s push for him to be better sparked his inevitable joining of the fight against criminals and those that wished to do harm.
>> He thought he was unstoppable.
>> making memories and fighting crime with a power he barley understood.
>> Joining a team as the wild card and picking up the same name.
>> His team was tight nit and quickly became the family he always wanted, even falling in love with one of them.
>> making memories and fighting crime with a power he barley understood.
>> Joining a team as the wild card and picking up the same name.
>> His team was tight nit and quickly became the family he always wanted, even falling in love with one of them.
>> They were reporting to a hostage situation in a wealthy part of town the top of a new skyscraper filled with offices and apartments.
>> there was three sky scrapers in this area and the one they were going to had already been evacuated with the others still in the process of doing so.
>> The villain, a cryomancer, had a new friend who could control the minds of others.
>> Lately the creatures that were responding to Isaac’s call were becoming stronger and darker, his mental state was becoming more and more strained with repeated use.
>> When they finally began their assault he stayed back to be used as a last resort, but the mind controller surprised him and forced him into his trance.
>> What emerged was something dark and powerful, an evolved specimen with a dark, sadistic, and blood thirsty personality.
>> Although his team had won against the cryomancer none of them knew what to do when this creature strode through the door way.
>> there was three sky scrapers in this area and the one they were going to had already been evacuated with the others still in the process of doing so.
>> The villain, a cryomancer, had a new friend who could control the minds of others.
>> Lately the creatures that were responding to Isaac’s call were becoming stronger and darker, his mental state was becoming more and more strained with repeated use.
>> When they finally began their assault he stayed back to be used as a last resort, but the mind controller surprised him and forced him into his trance.
>> What emerged was something dark and powerful, an evolved specimen with a dark, sadistic, and blood thirsty personality.
>> Although his team had won against the cryomancer none of them knew what to do when this creature strode through the door way.
>> This thing he transformed into nearly disintegrated the cryomancer with a flick of its wrist. Contorting flesh and bone while keeping the man alive until the end and he was splintered across the floor.
>> seeing this his team attempted to subdue him but one by one they all failed. All he could do was watch as his family was torn apart around him by him.
>> The carnage and utter horror didn’t stop there. This thing made its way down eviscerating and deforming all who stood against it before it simply flew off into the forest.
>> seeing this his team attempted to subdue him but one by one they all failed. All he could do was watch as his family was torn apart around him by him.
>> The carnage and utter horror didn’t stop there. This thing made its way down eviscerating and deforming all who stood against it before it simply flew off into the forest.
>> Isaac would never forgive himself for what he did, branded a criminal and sought after by heroes and police alike.
>> He returned to the church and has stayed there working ever since. They welcomed him back but he always sensed that they were keeping him at arm’s length. Almost as if they knew what he had done.
>> He returned to the church and has stayed there working ever since. They welcomed him back but he always sensed that they were keeping him at arm’s length. Almost as if they knew what he had done.
Personality:
Isaac is a cold and quiet man, always trying to atone for what he has done through his actions. He will always be the first to offer assistance or help. Often spending what little money he has on helping others in need with food or shelter. If he senses they are having issues or are just lonely he may even break out of his cold personality and try to talk to them.
Slow to anger with a depressed look about him, he finds himself sometimes thinking a bit too much on the given circumstances. The last thing he wants is to get into a fight and will try his best not too unless given no other choices. He has a fear of his ability’s and what they can do and does not like to show them off. However if asked, he is more than willing to open up and talk about them.
He isn’t one to lose his composure or give up early more than likely he will try his best and give it his all on any given task. Always the protector, he would never leave anyone behind and is always willing to make the sacrifice play.
Misc. Facts:
Isaac enjoys singing and playing the guitar, he usually carries a holographic guitar but has an old wooden one at the church. He also enjoys Asian style foods more than others, always finding the time for a good noodle shop.
On a bad day or after a change the voice of Naswaru lingers and talks to him. One could very well see him as being crazy for having a conversation with some one who isn't there.
Naswaru wasn't always a demon, in the beginning it was an angel and it has slowly grown more dangerous and twisted with every use.
Relationship with Hex:
Hex was a strange character, a man that wondered into his church one day while Isaac was still fighting crime and wanted to speak to him about their god. After a brief conversation he revealed he was not here for the religion but for him, to talk to him about his power. Isaac being one to not turn someone away, listened to what he had to say. After their talk about eldritch magic and entities from another realm meant to fight evil, Isaac was more than convinced to let the man attempt to help him. The help he received was in the form of a necklace that helped him control the ones he banded too. Now with him gone Isaac feels indebted to the old man to at least make an effort to figure out what he was doing.
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Forsaken
ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: Merik
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤: Lizard, Hunter, Rider
𝔸𝕘𝕖: 15
𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤: Poison Dusk Lizard Folk
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣: Male
𝕆𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: Hunter, Animal Tamer, Tracker
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥: Chaotic Neutral
ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: 3'6" with a 3 foot tail
𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕: Slim, Athletic
𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤: Big, Emerald Green
ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣: Not hair but he does have a frill on the back of his head that comes up from time to time.
𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕖: Changes depending on mood or situation, normally green.
𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤/𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤/ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: N/A
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖: Whatever works is normally his style. He has no need or want for fashion and will wear what ever he deems fit for the current environment. But usually, he simply has a small belt, back pack, and sling across his chest.
ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: Single
ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕖:
What first impression do you make?
"Merik is unsure of question, Mirik was promised food. I smell no food here, Merik feels he was lied too." Short pause, "What is First Impression? Merik does not know, Merik is small but mighty. Good Hunter. Is this what you seek from Merik?"
What are you like in a high stress situation?
"Merik understands danger, but only that one is stronger or more dangerous then him. Merik does not let Emotion get in way, He thinks clearly about situation then acts."
What are your best and worst qualities?
"Merik understands little of mooney or personal space, Merik can not read or write, I tend to bite more than can chew. But Merik is good, Good Hunter, Good Rider, Good with animal, Good with outside of City. Not good with inside of city, too many others, too many eyes that see Merik."
What is something about yourself that you would never admit to anyone?
"Merik is unsure... oh Merik did once set fire to small town, not his fault but still sorry about it. Tipped over small fire lamp in barn while chasing small feathery food."
What are your dreams?
"Merik Seeks to taste and eat every food, man meat don't taste well. I seek all the food."
How do you want to be seen by others?
"Merik do not want to be seen, Merik only wants food and friend to get him there."
How do you see yourself?
"With my eyes? or big shinny metal, uhh reflective pool of water?"... "Oh that's what mean? mm best hunter and not so much trouble maker. I trying to be better but is hard when warm blooded don't understand."
Do you tend to make snap judgements, or stop and think about things?
"Why use so many strange words? Merik is hunter and prey always. compulsive when i can, think when i have to. Merik doesn't care, mostly Merik friends make decision. Merik follows, Merik survive."
What haunts you?
"Merik troubled, had to leave behind brood and clan. had to go, had to find great magic. Merik must learn, become strong, protect clan when stronger. Merik must so he can protect clan."
What is your philosophy on life?
"Merik unsure of what word is. Life Saying? Natural world is more beautiful then smooth skin metal creations and wood villages."
ℍ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤:
ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤:
𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤:
𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:
𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:
𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝/𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:
𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:
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𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪:
Merik hatched along many of his other brood mates into a hostile world full of danger and strife. The next meal was never promised and his tribe was always on the move. He learned quick, learned of the hunt, the jungle and swamp they called home, the many dangers that permeated their existence. Their world was harsh and the strong magic used by the other races forced them to constantly be on the move.
Merik soon found through his early years that there was so much more to look for and see. What little food he was able to gain from the outside world only seemed to further fuel his curiosity. He would steal or barter from any trader that happened through their territory, anything he could for a bit more food and a story or two. However soon his wish came true, his tribe was searching for the other tribes that splintered off them to grow stronger.
To secure their place at the top and lead the tribes their tribe needed to be stronger and that would require magic. Now Merik was not the most skilled magic user but he still had the ability that was all the proof the chieftain needed. He gave Merik a task, go out into the world and learn the smooth skins big magic so that their tribe could survive and be stronger. Merik took little convincing to go; he didn't say good bye just did as he was told.
Merik only recently found his way to the city of Forsaken, helping to escort a caravan of traders. it was slow going but allowed him to get accustomed to some of the other races and the new environment he found himself in. however it did help knowing some of these people, after only being there a short time he received a piece of paper with writing on it. The traders he helped get to the city were kind enough to help him find his way to the tavern and room. Somehow, he felt they were glad to be rid of him.
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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖: "Food?"
𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔼𝕝𝕤𝕖: His tribe have evolved to be omnivorous. He has a pet flying snake that he tamed that travels with him named Leaf.
Merik
ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪
ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: Merik
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤: Lizard, Hunter, Rider
𝔸𝕘𝕖: 15
𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤: Poison Dusk Lizard Folk
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣: Male
𝕆𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: Hunter, Animal Tamer, Tracker
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥: Chaotic Neutral
𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖
ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: 3'6" with a 3 foot tail
𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕: Slim, Athletic
𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤: Big, Emerald Green
ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣: Not hair but he does have a frill on the back of his head that comes up from time to time.
𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕖: Changes depending on mood or situation, normally green.
𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤/𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤/ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: N/A
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖: Whatever works is normally his style. He has no need or want for fashion and will wear what ever he deems fit for the current environment. But usually, he simply has a small belt, back pack, and sling across his chest.
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪:
Compulsive * Food Motivated * Observant * Honest * Loyal * Friendly
ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: Single
ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕖:
What first impression do you make?
"Merik is unsure of question, Mirik was promised food. I smell no food here, Merik feels he was lied too." Short pause, "What is First Impression? Merik does not know, Merik is small but mighty. Good Hunter. Is this what you seek from Merik?"
What are you like in a high stress situation?
"Merik understands danger, but only that one is stronger or more dangerous then him. Merik does not let Emotion get in way, He thinks clearly about situation then acts."
What are your best and worst qualities?
"Merik understands little of mooney or personal space, Merik can not read or write, I tend to bite more than can chew. But Merik is good, Good Hunter, Good Rider, Good with animal, Good with outside of City. Not good with inside of city, too many others, too many eyes that see Merik."
What is something about yourself that you would never admit to anyone?
"Merik is unsure... oh Merik did once set fire to small town, not his fault but still sorry about it. Tipped over small fire lamp in barn while chasing small feathery food."
What are your dreams?
"Merik Seeks to taste and eat every food, man meat don't taste well. I seek all the food."
How do you want to be seen by others?
"Merik do not want to be seen, Merik only wants food and friend to get him there."
How do you see yourself?
"With my eyes? or big shinny metal, uhh reflective pool of water?"... "Oh that's what mean? mm best hunter and not so much trouble maker. I trying to be better but is hard when warm blooded don't understand."
Do you tend to make snap judgements, or stop and think about things?
"Why use so many strange words? Merik is hunter and prey always. compulsive when i can, think when i have to. Merik doesn't care, mostly Merik friends make decision. Merik follows, Merik survive."
What haunts you?
"Merik troubled, had to leave behind brood and clan. had to go, had to find great magic. Merik must learn, become strong, protect clan when stronger. Merik must so he can protect clan."
What is your philosophy on life?
"Merik unsure of what word is. Life Saying? Natural world is more beautiful then smooth skin metal creations and wood villages."
ℍ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤:
- Chasing small critters, he is very instinctual and will chase small insects and critters for food.
- Exploring small spaces, naturally curious and very little in the ways of fear.
- Finding vantage points, he will climb any thing and anyone if it means getting to a 'safe' or 'secure' place for him to observe.
ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤:
- Tracking, sometimes hired to find missing people or animals.
- Bow/Arrow Making, too many people use guns he still sticks to his bow.
- Pest Control, another side job normally taken when looking for somewhere to sleep.
- Plays a flute, does it to help calm or lure animals or if hes bored.
𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤:
- Being Caged.
- Not learning the big magic to help his people.
- Being Starved.
𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:
- All kinds of food.
- Friendly bubbly people.
- Friendly animals.
- More Food.
- Jobs outside of the city.
- Tall Friends.
- Swimming.
𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:
- Freezing temperatures.
- others lying about food.
- crowds.
- Monsters.
- Industry.
- City's.
𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟:
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:
- Foraging in the wild.
- Tracking all manner of creatures.
- Stalking and hiding.
- Animal kinship.
- Can make, repair, and use a bow and arrow(s) very well.
- Is very skilled with short swords.
- Swimming / climbing / digging.
𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝/𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:
- Chameleon skin - His skin can change colors depending on mood and environment, this both helps with stealth but can give away his emotions at times.
- Dark Vision - Like most of his kind they can see in the dark quite well. even if its only in black and white.
- Keen Senses - Being almost more feral then civilized he still has quite sensitive hearing, smell, and eye sight. Merik relies on his sense of smell when tracking in difficult terrain.
- Animal Friendship - Merik has an innate ability with animals, being able to befriend or calm down most non sapient creatures.
- Nature Magic - currently this is limited but he does have some magic potential when it comes to nature or earth magic. most of his magic ability is used on animals currently but that's all he really knows.
𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:
- Short sword
- Short bow
- Quiver with 20 arrows
- Backpack
- Wet stone
- Water flask
- Bone flute
- Dried rations
- Small knife
- small bag of random things and arrow making materiel's, twine, shiny stones, smelly plants, just things he likes or uses.
ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:
𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪:
Merik hatched along many of his other brood mates into a hostile world full of danger and strife. The next meal was never promised and his tribe was always on the move. He learned quick, learned of the hunt, the jungle and swamp they called home, the many dangers that permeated their existence. Their world was harsh and the strong magic used by the other races forced them to constantly be on the move.
Merik soon found through his early years that there was so much more to look for and see. What little food he was able to gain from the outside world only seemed to further fuel his curiosity. He would steal or barter from any trader that happened through their territory, anything he could for a bit more food and a story or two. However soon his wish came true, his tribe was searching for the other tribes that splintered off them to grow stronger.
To secure their place at the top and lead the tribes their tribe needed to be stronger and that would require magic. Now Merik was not the most skilled magic user but he still had the ability that was all the proof the chieftain needed. He gave Merik a task, go out into the world and learn the smooth skins big magic so that their tribe could survive and be stronger. Merik took little convincing to go; he didn't say good bye just did as he was told.
Merik only recently found his way to the city of Forsaken, helping to escort a caravan of traders. it was slow going but allowed him to get accustomed to some of the other races and the new environment he found himself in. however it did help knowing some of these people, after only being there a short time he received a piece of paper with writing on it. The traders he helped get to the city were kind enough to help him find his way to the tavern and room. Somehow, he felt they were glad to be rid of him.
𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕤
ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖: "Food?"
𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔼𝕝𝕤𝕖: His tribe have evolved to be omnivorous. He has a pet flying snake that he tamed that travels with him named Leaf.
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[color=COLOUR]Age:[/color] 15
[color=COLOUR]Species:Barabel[/color]
[color=COLOUR]Initiate Trials:[/color]
[color=COLOUR]Physical Appearance:[/color] Dark green and black scales cover his skin, no hair to speak of, and a long reptilian tail are some differences from the above image. Roak is a tall Barabel, standing roughly 6'9” with wide strong shoulders.
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[color=COLOUR][Roak Vano Resol][/color]
[color=COLOUR]Age:[/color] 15
[color=COLOUR]Species:Barabel[/color]
[color=COLOUR]Initiate Trials:[/color]
[color=COLOUR]Physical Appearance:[/color] Dark green and black scales cover his skin, no hair to speak of, and a long reptilian tail are some differences from the above image. Roak is a tall Barabel, standing roughly 6'9” with wide strong shoulders.
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Mirik
"Food?"Full Name: Mirik, Aka > Lizard, Big Guy
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Black Lizard Folk (Approved by GM)
Birthday: Tratskal, 14th
Job Title: Hunter - Fisherman - Gatherer
Residency: First Day
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Black Lizard Folk (Approved by GM)
Birthday: Tratskal, 14th
Job Title: Hunter - Fisherman - Gatherer
Residency: First Day
Positive Traits: Strong ; Observant ; Curious
Negative Traits: Impulsive; Aloof ; Intimidating
Likes: Hunting, Gathering, Learning new things, Meeting new people, all the food, Helping, shiny objects, protecting.
Dislikes: People who treat him poorly, Scarring people, Dragons, Loud noises, his language barrier.
Hobbies: Hunting - Gathering rare plants - Teaching others - Befriending animals
Negative Traits: Impulsive; Aloof ; Intimidating
Likes: Hunting, Gathering, Learning new things, Meeting new people, all the food, Helping, shiny objects, protecting.
Dislikes: People who treat him poorly, Scarring people, Dragons, Loud noises, his language barrier.
Hobbies: Hunting - Gathering rare plants - Teaching others - Befriending animals
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Halo: Aegis Team
Name: Grikgar (Grik) Seeker
Rank (If applicable): Unggoy Ultra
Species: Unggoy
Appearance: Grikgar
Grik stands 5’8” a little taller than the average Unggoy and weighs 275 lbs. he has a bit more muscle mass packed onto him than others. Wearing the typical white combat harness with the unusual forked tank signifying his rise through the ranks of special operations. Normally he will always be wearing his helmet during combat as it does have a built in speaker so others can hear him better.
Skills: Given his advanced training, Grik is an Explosives and Artillery Expert both with human and covenant ordnance but prefers covenant. He even has an exceptional understanding with disarming explosives and is a great linguist. Being able to understand all of the covenant languages as well as speak most. Even going as far to learn a few human languages and Huragok sign language. Aside from that Grik is a natural born climber and is adept at repairing most equipment.
Preferred Weapons/Equipment:
Main Weapon - T-58 LAAW, Fuel Rod Cannon
Secondary Weapons - Dual T-54D DEP, Plasma Pistol's
Back Up weapon - ODST Combat Knife
Primary Explosives - 4x Type-1 Antipersonnel grenade, Plasma Grenade
Secondary Explosives - 4x Covenant Plasma Charge.
Equipment - Unggoy Ultra Combat Harness with helmet, Active Camouflage, Light Personal Shield.
Background: Grikgar was picked up at a young age and put straight into military service. Born on high charity in 2545 he almost immediately was put in a leadership position due to him not fleeing from combat during training like many others of his kind. This trait was picked up on by the Sangheili that were training his batch of hatching's. Because of his unwillingness to flee and being rather fascinated with all things that went Boom, he was given additional training. Unggoy don't have last names or at least didn't in the covenant, instead he took the last name from the ship he was tasked out to, Seeker.
The Seeker of Truth or just "the Seeker" is a CAS-class assault carrier and flagship for the Fleet of Particular Justice. To him it was an honorable position one he took great pride in. he soon found himself in multiple conflicts through multiple worlds in their purge of the humans. Showing again and again how well he could use his skills as an effective Unggoy leader verses small groups of armed humans military or otherwise.
With a rather high success rate and low mortality rate for his squads he was yet again promoted and given more training. Grik would use what free time he had to talk and learn from the other races that would listen to him, even going as far as learning human languages to better understand their music he enjoyed so much. Soon he found himself receiving training to join up with the special operations Unggoy only a few months before the Fleet would hit their next target, Reach.
The battle for Reach was long and bloody the casualty rate for his squad was rather high giving him the chance for promotions. In return he was able to show his superiors his ability with the fuel rod cannon and the explosives training he received to great effect. Being able to take out emplacements and fortified structures with well-placed shots and explosives with little oversight or orders to do so. Showing once again his fearlessness and proficiency with artillery weapons.
After the battle of reach and his continued service aboard "The Seeker" led him to the most glorious moment of his short life. The ability to gaze upon instillation 04. He didn't see much combat wise during that fight, his team always seemed to be sent to retrieve something but never really engaged in combat other than against the sentinels of the ring. His team was still on "The Seeker of Truth" when the ship master ordered the retreat from the ring and subsequently survived, only hearing rumors of monsters and demons from the badly shaken crew members that returned.
Grikgar returned with the ship to High Charity and his team was ultimately transferred to "The Reverence" a CPV-class heavy destroyer. The Unggoy participated in many smaller strike missions aboard the destroyer. Then everything began to change, political upheaval and a civil war that spanned the entire covenant. After word that some of the Sangheili that he had fought alongside in many battles had been killed, he joined alongside them to fight with them.
After the end of the war Grikgar was tired, he was almost ten years old now. Most Unggoy would barely make it past their 5th birthday. Still, it would seem that his dedication and loyalty would pay off in the end. The new hierarchy of the swords of Sanghelios hand picked him among only a handful of other Unggoy to receive the rank of Ultra with one Unggoy by the name of Stolt given the rank of Ranger and put in command of Sangheili Rangers. Grikgar is unsure why he was given this rank and why he was eventually sent to a human / covenant team. Politics was never his strong suit, he’s just doing what he is told.
Rank (If applicable): Unggoy Ultra
Species: Unggoy
Appearance: Grikgar
Grik stands 5’8” a little taller than the average Unggoy and weighs 275 lbs. he has a bit more muscle mass packed onto him than others. Wearing the typical white combat harness with the unusual forked tank signifying his rise through the ranks of special operations. Normally he will always be wearing his helmet during combat as it does have a built in speaker so others can hear him better.
Skills: Given his advanced training, Grik is an Explosives and Artillery Expert both with human and covenant ordnance but prefers covenant. He even has an exceptional understanding with disarming explosives and is a great linguist. Being able to understand all of the covenant languages as well as speak most. Even going as far to learn a few human languages and Huragok sign language. Aside from that Grik is a natural born climber and is adept at repairing most equipment.
Preferred Weapons/Equipment:
Main Weapon - T-58 LAAW, Fuel Rod Cannon
Secondary Weapons - Dual T-54D DEP, Plasma Pistol's
Back Up weapon - ODST Combat Knife
Primary Explosives - 4x Type-1 Antipersonnel grenade, Plasma Grenade
Secondary Explosives - 4x Covenant Plasma Charge.
Equipment - Unggoy Ultra Combat Harness with helmet, Active Camouflage, Light Personal Shield.
Background: Grikgar was picked up at a young age and put straight into military service. Born on high charity in 2545 he almost immediately was put in a leadership position due to him not fleeing from combat during training like many others of his kind. This trait was picked up on by the Sangheili that were training his batch of hatching's. Because of his unwillingness to flee and being rather fascinated with all things that went Boom, he was given additional training. Unggoy don't have last names or at least didn't in the covenant, instead he took the last name from the ship he was tasked out to, Seeker.
The Seeker of Truth or just "the Seeker" is a CAS-class assault carrier and flagship for the Fleet of Particular Justice. To him it was an honorable position one he took great pride in. he soon found himself in multiple conflicts through multiple worlds in their purge of the humans. Showing again and again how well he could use his skills as an effective Unggoy leader verses small groups of armed humans military or otherwise.
With a rather high success rate and low mortality rate for his squads he was yet again promoted and given more training. Grik would use what free time he had to talk and learn from the other races that would listen to him, even going as far as learning human languages to better understand their music he enjoyed so much. Soon he found himself receiving training to join up with the special operations Unggoy only a few months before the Fleet would hit their next target, Reach.
The battle for Reach was long and bloody the casualty rate for his squad was rather high giving him the chance for promotions. In return he was able to show his superiors his ability with the fuel rod cannon and the explosives training he received to great effect. Being able to take out emplacements and fortified structures with well-placed shots and explosives with little oversight or orders to do so. Showing once again his fearlessness and proficiency with artillery weapons.
After the battle of reach and his continued service aboard "The Seeker" led him to the most glorious moment of his short life. The ability to gaze upon instillation 04. He didn't see much combat wise during that fight, his team always seemed to be sent to retrieve something but never really engaged in combat other than against the sentinels of the ring. His team was still on "The Seeker of Truth" when the ship master ordered the retreat from the ring and subsequently survived, only hearing rumors of monsters and demons from the badly shaken crew members that returned.
Grikgar returned with the ship to High Charity and his team was ultimately transferred to "The Reverence" a CPV-class heavy destroyer. The Unggoy participated in many smaller strike missions aboard the destroyer. Then everything began to change, political upheaval and a civil war that spanned the entire covenant. After word that some of the Sangheili that he had fought alongside in many battles had been killed, he joined alongside them to fight with them.
After the end of the war Grikgar was tired, he was almost ten years old now. Most Unggoy would barely make it past their 5th birthday. Still, it would seem that his dedication and loyalty would pay off in the end. The new hierarchy of the swords of Sanghelios hand picked him among only a handful of other Unggoy to receive the rank of Ultra with one Unggoy by the name of Stolt given the rank of Ranger and put in command of Sangheili Rangers. Grikgar is unsure why he was given this rank and why he was eventually sent to a human / covenant team. Politics was never his strong suit, he’s just doing what he is told.
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Another Merik
Another Merik
Name: Merik Roak
Race: Dragon touched Lizardfolk
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Merik is very large for a lizard folk standing 8 feet tall, rippled with large muscles and thick scales, his normally forest colored scales marred as black as night. His abnormally large size, powerful frame, and colored scales are all indications of being dragon touched. A rare genetic trait that tends to skip a generation or two, said to be a gift from the great dragon himself. Lizardfolk with this trait tend to be great warriors or chieftains due to their physical prowess. The front of his neck is dark red in color, a fin akin to that of a Mohawk follows the middle of his skull and down his neck. A long muscular tail follows him where ever he goes. His large hands and feet end in webbed toes and sharp claws hinting at their aquatic nature. Gold sharp eyes and the teeth of a predator adorn his face.
Normally Merik will wear stone plate armor, a gift made specifically for him to both help protect him and hide some of his frightening appearance from the humans who would more than likely call him a monster than a friend. The stone, wood, and leather that make up his armor is normally too heavy for most and reserved for dwarves but they made an exception for him. The armor is able to keep his movements quiet and comfortable, none of the metal on metal sounds the others have. Given the Lizardfolk tendency’s to fully submerge himself in water and hide out of sight to ambush others, getting him an armor that wouldn’t rust was important.
Otherwise, when he is alone and not in public he opts for a simple loin cloth or nothing at all.
Bio: Merik’s life has always been difficult. He never grew up with his people, instead he was stolen from his clutch mates when he was but a child. A group of raiding pirates took advantage of a festival his people were doing and raided their village. They took Merik and a few of the other young ones for slaves before they were pushed back by his people. Most of the others died from starvation before they made it across the sea. The young needed food and they only seemed to want to feed the biggest among them.
The Razor Thorn Mountains, his new home. From the start he was chained and mistreated, fed enough to keep him strong and trained in combat. His captors used a language he was not familiar with only ever learning enough to get by. Those who captured him had different but similar forms, it wouldn’t be until later that he would find out that they were humans and a few elves. They were intent on training him to fight and kill whatever they put him against, carving out strange stones from them after he was done. The high wooden walls and armed guards were always their always persistent to keep him locked up so they could make more money off of him. They called it an arena.
He had a friend in the dreary place, there wasn’t much to do but wait in his cage. The human that was locked up with him called himself Arwen. The man would tell him stories of knight’s and war, peace and prosperity. He used terms and taught him words he could not conceptualize but it was a nice break from the constant fighting. The man told him about the empire, his time spent their as a knight, the people and how their everyday life was, and most importantly he taught him about honor and kindness.
It was a stormy day when his life changed again. Arwen always said that his people would come for him, a captured knight of the empire. He said he was worth a lot to some people Merik did not know why. The guards were alerted to something outside, something that made them leave their posts and go outside. He could hear shouting and metal against metal the sounds of a fight. Arwen convinced him to break them out of the cage and once they were outside most of the guards had been killed.
Men wearing shining metal armor with insignia’s he did not recognize pointed swords and spears at him. Merik was ready for a fight but before he could do anything Arwen stopped them. The man approached the others and talked to them using more words he did not know until eventually came to an agreement. Spears and swords where pointed at him still but he was brought before who he could only assume was their leader. Arwen explained what was happening to Merik that these men were from the empire, that they had rescued him and by extension Merik as well.
The Lizardfolk was not entirely sure but Arwen had never lied to him. He knelt slowly to the man, dropping himself to one knee with his head down. He told the man, “Merik life saved, Merik life yours.” Pledging his life debt to the man before him little did he know the man was the prince himself.
Personality quirks: Merik has two sides to him, the curious gentle soul and the battle hardened fighter that will let little get past him. Growing up in a cage the large reptile is still learning a lot about the world around him. His sense of curiosity matched only by his aloof nature while he continually seeks to learn more of the world and the culture of the empire. However, in a fight he is extremely protective of his allies combined with a cantankerous attitude and a near rage to end any fight quickly makes him a dangerous opponent. Also food motivated.
Bonds:
The Prince – Owes a life debt and will do whatever he asks. - Human Male.
Arwen Lighthammer – Former knight and friend now a fighting instructor – Human Male.
Rivals –
Manald Halung – friendly rival – Always trying to one up him but also learn from him – Beastman Male.
Sturgis Ironbeard – Leader of raiders that enslaved him – ??? Male.
Fighting Style: Merik fights with two styles either his 7’ tall Fullblade or his teeth, claws, and muscular tail.
Equipment: other than his stone armor and his fullblade (also called ogre’s great sword) Merik carries a large back pack with him. Mostly he uses it to store things he finds interesting or food he can eat later.
Skills/Abilities:
Forest Stealth – Even with his large size and coloration his species is very good at hiding in natural areas and can walk through the forest without making a sound.
Dragons Breath – A trait from being dragon marked is the ability to breath fire. Nowhere near as powerful as an actual dragons but can be an ace in the hole if used right. Needs to rest for a while before it can be used again.
Intimidating Roar – A Roar he can use to demoralize opponents, in some cases can make them run in fear.
Heightened Senses – His sense of smell, sight, and hearing are strong and keen, and His species can see in the dark in black and white.
Nature Magic Affinity – Is not practiced and can only make some things grow right now, is currently trying to learn how to heal others with it.
Other Information: Merik has trouble with words both speaking and reading, but knows enough to get by. It’s very easy to persuade him with the promise of food, just make sure you have it.
Race: Dragon touched Lizardfolk
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Merik is very large for a lizard folk standing 8 feet tall, rippled with large muscles and thick scales, his normally forest colored scales marred as black as night. His abnormally large size, powerful frame, and colored scales are all indications of being dragon touched. A rare genetic trait that tends to skip a generation or two, said to be a gift from the great dragon himself. Lizardfolk with this trait tend to be great warriors or chieftains due to their physical prowess. The front of his neck is dark red in color, a fin akin to that of a Mohawk follows the middle of his skull and down his neck. A long muscular tail follows him where ever he goes. His large hands and feet end in webbed toes and sharp claws hinting at their aquatic nature. Gold sharp eyes and the teeth of a predator adorn his face.
Normally Merik will wear stone plate armor, a gift made specifically for him to both help protect him and hide some of his frightening appearance from the humans who would more than likely call him a monster than a friend. The stone, wood, and leather that make up his armor is normally too heavy for most and reserved for dwarves but they made an exception for him. The armor is able to keep his movements quiet and comfortable, none of the metal on metal sounds the others have. Given the Lizardfolk tendency’s to fully submerge himself in water and hide out of sight to ambush others, getting him an armor that wouldn’t rust was important.
Otherwise, when he is alone and not in public he opts for a simple loin cloth or nothing at all.
The Lizardfolk of Dragonmaw are a nomadic people sticking to the swampy coast lines. These strange people keep to themselves only venturing inland to trade with beast men or to answer the call of the great dragon. Entire villages can hide themselves within their natural area’s only being found when they let others find them. They mostly survive on the migratory patterns of their aquatic prey of fish, only planting crops near or around places they know they will return to later in the year.
Bio: Merik’s life has always been difficult. He never grew up with his people, instead he was stolen from his clutch mates when he was but a child. A group of raiding pirates took advantage of a festival his people were doing and raided their village. They took Merik and a few of the other young ones for slaves before they were pushed back by his people. Most of the others died from starvation before they made it across the sea. The young needed food and they only seemed to want to feed the biggest among them.
The Razor Thorn Mountains, his new home. From the start he was chained and mistreated, fed enough to keep him strong and trained in combat. His captors used a language he was not familiar with only ever learning enough to get by. Those who captured him had different but similar forms, it wouldn’t be until later that he would find out that they were humans and a few elves. They were intent on training him to fight and kill whatever they put him against, carving out strange stones from them after he was done. The high wooden walls and armed guards were always their always persistent to keep him locked up so they could make more money off of him. They called it an arena.
He had a friend in the dreary place, there wasn’t much to do but wait in his cage. The human that was locked up with him called himself Arwen. The man would tell him stories of knight’s and war, peace and prosperity. He used terms and taught him words he could not conceptualize but it was a nice break from the constant fighting. The man told him about the empire, his time spent their as a knight, the people and how their everyday life was, and most importantly he taught him about honor and kindness.
It was a stormy day when his life changed again. Arwen always said that his people would come for him, a captured knight of the empire. He said he was worth a lot to some people Merik did not know why. The guards were alerted to something outside, something that made them leave their posts and go outside. He could hear shouting and metal against metal the sounds of a fight. Arwen convinced him to break them out of the cage and once they were outside most of the guards had been killed.
Men wearing shining metal armor with insignia’s he did not recognize pointed swords and spears at him. Merik was ready for a fight but before he could do anything Arwen stopped them. The man approached the others and talked to them using more words he did not know until eventually came to an agreement. Spears and swords where pointed at him still but he was brought before who he could only assume was their leader. Arwen explained what was happening to Merik that these men were from the empire, that they had rescued him and by extension Merik as well.
The Lizardfolk was not entirely sure but Arwen had never lied to him. He knelt slowly to the man, dropping himself to one knee with his head down. He told the man, “Merik life saved, Merik life yours.” Pledging his life debt to the man before him little did he know the man was the prince himself.
Personality quirks: Merik has two sides to him, the curious gentle soul and the battle hardened fighter that will let little get past him. Growing up in a cage the large reptile is still learning a lot about the world around him. His sense of curiosity matched only by his aloof nature while he continually seeks to learn more of the world and the culture of the empire. However, in a fight he is extremely protective of his allies combined with a cantankerous attitude and a near rage to end any fight quickly makes him a dangerous opponent. Also food motivated.
Bonds:
The Prince – Owes a life debt and will do whatever he asks. - Human Male.
Arwen Lighthammer – Former knight and friend now a fighting instructor – Human Male.
Rivals –
Manald Halung – friendly rival – Always trying to one up him but also learn from him – Beastman Male.
Sturgis Ironbeard – Leader of raiders that enslaved him – ??? Male.
Fighting Style: Merik fights with two styles either his 7’ tall Fullblade or his teeth, claws, and muscular tail.
Equipment: other than his stone armor and his fullblade (also called ogre’s great sword) Merik carries a large back pack with him. Mostly he uses it to store things he finds interesting or food he can eat later.
Skills/Abilities:
Forest Stealth – Even with his large size and coloration his species is very good at hiding in natural areas and can walk through the forest without making a sound.
Dragons Breath – A trait from being dragon marked is the ability to breath fire. Nowhere near as powerful as an actual dragons but can be an ace in the hole if used right. Needs to rest for a while before it can be used again.
Intimidating Roar – A Roar he can use to demoralize opponents, in some cases can make them run in fear.
Heightened Senses – His sense of smell, sight, and hearing are strong and keen, and His species can see in the dark in black and white.
Nature Magic Affinity – Is not practiced and can only make some things grow right now, is currently trying to learn how to heal others with it.
Other Information: Merik has trouble with words both speaking and reading, but knows enough to get by. It’s very easy to persuade him with the promise of food, just make sure you have it.
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, if you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, if you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC
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Name: Roman "Dragon" Antonov
Age: 27
Nationality: Formally Russian, now Martian
Base of Operations: Mars, New Boston
Class: MEC
Preferred Advanced Class: Experimental MEC Suit /// Alpha...Omega...Niner /// Designation...{Unknown} // Grater Clearance Required To View Files... /// Unknown Log In Detected /// Feed Terminated \\\
Equipment:
- Gatling Plasma Gun
- Shoulder Mounted Plasma Cannon.
- Wrist Mounted Flame Throwers.
- Standard Issue MEC Suit Type I
Backstory:
Growing up just a few years after the war was a bit rough. The area his family lived in was almost entirely destroyed. Other than being careful about alien and old war debris his upbringing was rather uneventful. He grew up and learned with his brothers and sisters, his parents worked construction and in the local factories whatever they could to help build their community back to their former glory.
However this was until the old alien weapon activated. A bomb that didn't go off in the initial invasion until an unknowing construction team set it off while excavating. 4 city blocks where vaporized instantly with the destruction enveloping another 5 blocks surrounding it. He was nearly an adult, he almost was caught in the explosion. Roman got out unharmed but the rest of his family where either caught in the initial explosion or died in the rubble with many others.
He enlisted right after this happened. Somehow he cleared the medical exams and went in to the heavy fighters first, but found his calling in a MEC suit. This time he didn't have to give up his arms or legs, however he still jumped at the chance for a brain implant that would better connect him to his suit but had a high probability of effecting his memory. With this and enhanced eyes he took on the role of a MEC suit operator.
Even with this he is still quiet around other people outside of combat and has difficulty understanding certain situations in social gatherings. His implant helps him excel in his suit but it dampens his humanity slightly. Along with this he still suffers from night terrors and sometimes extreme headaches or migraines. If you were to ask him why he took those experimental augments his answer would never change, "So others don’t have too."
A strong man with a strong build, blond hair and green eyes. he's not the best looking fellow but he knows what he is doing when it comes to the MEC suits. he stands right at 6 foot with more than a few scars adorning his muscled frame.
Age: 27
Nationality: Formally Russian, now Martian
Base of Operations: Mars, New Boston
Class: MEC
Preferred Advanced Class: Experimental MEC Suit /// Alpha...Omega...Niner /// Designation...{Unknown} // Grater Clearance Required To View Files... /// Unknown Log In Detected /// Feed Terminated \\\
Equipment:
- Gatling Plasma Gun
- Shoulder Mounted Plasma Cannon.
- Wrist Mounted Flame Throwers.
- Standard Issue MEC Suit Type I
Backstory:
Growing up just a few years after the war was a bit rough. The area his family lived in was almost entirely destroyed. Other than being careful about alien and old war debris his upbringing was rather uneventful. He grew up and learned with his brothers and sisters, his parents worked construction and in the local factories whatever they could to help build their community back to their former glory.
However this was until the old alien weapon activated. A bomb that didn't go off in the initial invasion until an unknowing construction team set it off while excavating. 4 city blocks where vaporized instantly with the destruction enveloping another 5 blocks surrounding it. He was nearly an adult, he almost was caught in the explosion. Roman got out unharmed but the rest of his family where either caught in the initial explosion or died in the rubble with many others.
He enlisted right after this happened. Somehow he cleared the medical exams and went in to the heavy fighters first, but found his calling in a MEC suit. This time he didn't have to give up his arms or legs, however he still jumped at the chance for a brain implant that would better connect him to his suit but had a high probability of effecting his memory. With this and enhanced eyes he took on the role of a MEC suit operator.
Even with this he is still quiet around other people outside of combat and has difficulty understanding certain situations in social gatherings. His implant helps him excel in his suit but it dampens his humanity slightly. Along with this he still suffers from night terrors and sometimes extreme headaches or migraines. If you were to ask him why he took those experimental augments his answer would never change, "So others don’t have too."
A strong man with a strong build, blond hair and green eyes. he's not the best looking fellow but he knows what he is doing when it comes to the MEC suits. he stands right at 6 foot with more than a few scars adorning his muscled frame.
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wip for star wars maybe: roleplayerguild.com/topics/184403-sta…
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Chasing Shadows
One could very well say that Rook is naïve, air headed, and never takes things seriously. One could very well be right about this. The happy go lucky Faunus has a knack for always being silly with an upbeat and open personality. Childish and aloof with an ever so abundant accident prone way about him. Rook’s care free personality stems from his upbringing looking at every situation as a stress free game that always has something fun to do or learn. Even in the most desperate of situations he will always greet you with a smile and try his best to make you smile.
However, his care free personality and seemingly endless youthful energy is his way of hiding how he truly is. Being known as the local idiot does have its perks. For one people just see the friendly outgoing personality but in reality he is hiding his true self out of fear. Hidden deep down under all the fluff is a mind laden with psychopathic tendencies and Sadistic ideas. He’s well aware of the monster that lurks under the surface but is trying his best to manage.
Rook is a Pangolin Faunus, because of this he has a layer of natural armor plates that crawl across his back, under his arms, in front of his legs, and partially up his neck and head as well as over his shoulders. Other than his night vision and tendencies to eat insects, these are the only traits he picked up from his Faunus parents. He stands at only 5’4” but has broad shoulders and wide hips that support his muscular and robust frame. He has blond hair that is normally brushed back and kept somewhat short with a bit of a small beard already growing.
The Faunus is not the best looking person around but falls into the average category. His skin tone tends to be tanner and his scales have a near permanent brown color to them which helps him blend into the desert surroundings. His eye color is a darker golden yellow color and can be reflective in the dark giving away his night vision.
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Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose)(Further Edits for purpose of Chasing Shadows).
Huntsman Sheet
Personality
One could very well say that Rook is naïve, air headed, and never takes things seriously. One could very well be right about this. The happy go lucky Faunus has a knack for always being silly with an upbeat and open personality. Childish and aloof with an ever so abundant accident prone way about him. Rook’s care free personality stems from his upbringing looking at every situation as a stress free game that always has something fun to do or learn. Even in the most desperate of situations he will always greet you with a smile and try his best to make you smile.
However, his care free personality and seemingly endless youthful energy is his way of hiding how he truly is. Being known as the local idiot does have its perks. For one people just see the friendly outgoing personality but in reality he is hiding his true self out of fear. Hidden deep down under all the fluff is a mind laden with psychopathic tendencies and Sadistic ideas. He’s well aware of the monster that lurks under the surface but is trying his best to manage.
Appearance
Rook is a Pangolin Faunus, because of this he has a layer of natural armor plates that crawl across his back, under his arms, in front of his legs, and partially up his neck and head as well as over his shoulders. Other than his night vision and tendencies to eat insects, these are the only traits he picked up from his Faunus parents. He stands at only 5’4” but has broad shoulders and wide hips that support his muscular and robust frame. He has blond hair that is normally brushed back and kept somewhat short with a bit of a small beard already growing.
The Faunus is not the best looking person around but falls into the average category. His skin tone tends to be tanner and his scales have a near permanent brown color to them which helps him blend into the desert surroundings. His eye color is a darker golden yellow color and can be reflective in the dark giving away his night vision.
“If it’s stupid but it works, it’s not stupid.”
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Rook Roadin
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Pan
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Male
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16
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Vacuan Boarder
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Faunus - Pangolin
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Rook was born to two Faunus parents, his mother was a tall, slender, and agile fox Faunus and his father was a short, strong, and sturdy Pangolin. obviously you can tell which parent he takes after. His family in the early years were nomadic keeping to the sand stone cliffs and plateaus of the eastern border with Vale. His clan would migrate throughout the year stopping here and there to the houses and homes cut and dug into the very sandstone of the cliffs.
His people where very good at surviving off the land and would harvest rare herbs and plants to sell at some of the settlements they passed through. Vacuan is a vast and hard place to live but his tribe made due, they were a very defensive orientated people. Preferring to hide and wait out passing bandit clans and hordes of Grimm. The strategy that they had for dealing with the Grimm was something they engrained into their very nature and culture. They were quite aware that Grimm were attracted to negative emotions so they structured themselves around only positive things.
In this way of being happy all the time and seeing everything as a game or a fun thing to learn even if it was hard kept them from attracting Grimm like many other settlements. This was how they and he survived day by day one step at a time. Sure they still had their bad days but it was working so far. Rooks upbringing was happy even through the struggles of finding enough food or supplies for everyone yet they always seemed to have just enough.
Then came the day where he would be old enough to join the academy. His clan always sent at least someone every other year to the school. They did this in the hopes that once they were fully trained they would someday return to the clan to help protect them later. A simple request that Rook accepted happily. Not only would this give him a chance to learn more but maybe they could also help him with learning how to control and use his semblance a bit better so he could help.
His people where very good at surviving off the land and would harvest rare herbs and plants to sell at some of the settlements they passed through. Vacuan is a vast and hard place to live but his tribe made due, they were a very defensive orientated people. Preferring to hide and wait out passing bandit clans and hordes of Grimm. The strategy that they had for dealing with the Grimm was something they engrained into their very nature and culture. They were quite aware that Grimm were attracted to negative emotions so they structured themselves around only positive things.
In this way of being happy all the time and seeing everything as a game or a fun thing to learn even if it was hard kept them from attracting Grimm like many other settlements. This was how they and he survived day by day one step at a time. Sure they still had their bad days but it was working so far. Rooks upbringing was happy even through the struggles of finding enough food or supplies for everyone yet they always seemed to have just enough.
Then came the day where he would be old enough to join the academy. His clan always sent at least someone every other year to the school. They did this in the hopes that once they were fully trained they would someday return to the clan to help protect them later. A simple request that Rook accepted happily. Not only would this give him a chance to learn more but maybe they could also help him with learning how to control and use his semblance a bit better so he could help.
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EMPOWER
At first it was thought that he may be one of those few unlucky enough to not have a semblance at all. The amount of Aura he had was a bit better than average but nothing spectacular happened at first. It took him helping his father to realize that his Semblance was to empower others. The most he could do for himself was strengthen his base attributes but with Empower he could aid others and either make their Semblance more powerful or effective, or give some of his aura to them temporarily.
Like all new skills this is something he still has to practice on as it is far from perfect. As for some of the things that effect his ability there are a few things that effect the effectiveness of it in the first place. The main thing is emotion and bond, the more familiar he is with someone the stronger the bond. The bond helps him concentrate and remain connect to that person to aid them. The other is emotion, the better he is able to read and replicate the emotion of the person he is linked to the better he can control how much or how fast he can give them aura to influence their own.
Currently he has to be physically touching the other person to start the link but he feels that in the future he may only need to look at them. The range he can keep this link active varies from person to person. But again Rook believes that this can also be improved upon. The main down side to his ability however is that currently he has trouble with concentrating and multitasking. So if he is empowering another, currently he can’t do much else other than defend himself in place.
At first it was thought that he may be one of those few unlucky enough to not have a semblance at all. The amount of Aura he had was a bit better than average but nothing spectacular happened at first. It took him helping his father to realize that his Semblance was to empower others. The most he could do for himself was strengthen his base attributes but with Empower he could aid others and either make their Semblance more powerful or effective, or give some of his aura to them temporarily.
Like all new skills this is something he still has to practice on as it is far from perfect. As for some of the things that effect his ability there are a few things that effect the effectiveness of it in the first place. The main thing is emotion and bond, the more familiar he is with someone the stronger the bond. The bond helps him concentrate and remain connect to that person to aid them. The other is emotion, the better he is able to read and replicate the emotion of the person he is linked to the better he can control how much or how fast he can give them aura to influence their own.
Currently he has to be physically touching the other person to start the link but he feels that in the future he may only need to look at them. The range he can keep this link active varies from person to person. But again Rook believes that this can also be improved upon. The main down side to his ability however is that currently he has trouble with concentrating and multitasking. So if he is empowering another, currently he can’t do much else other than defend himself in place.
| Weapon and Fighting Style: |
Defiant Defender
Rooks weapons and fighting style reflect his strong defensive instincts and semblance. His current weapons is a creation of his Fathers defensive fighting techniques and the close quarter’s nature of it. Born from that idea is Defiant Defender. Defiant Defender is a pair of dual heavy shields sharpened on the outside edge and honed to a sturdy point on the end, the inside edge is jagged and allows the shields to connect together to create a small wall. Close to the point of these shields are dual shot guns with drum magazines that fire heavy slugs.
His fighting style is again very defensive and close ranged, allowing him to get into an enemy’s face or defend other members of the team. With his strength he is able to use these shields very well in melee combat and with his shot guns can engage enemy’s at medium ranges. Effectively he is what some would call a close range tank.
Rooks weapons and fighting style reflect his strong defensive instincts and semblance. His current weapons is a creation of his Fathers defensive fighting techniques and the close quarter’s nature of it. Born from that idea is Defiant Defender. Defiant Defender is a pair of dual heavy shields sharpened on the outside edge and honed to a sturdy point on the end, the inside edge is jagged and allows the shields to connect together to create a small wall. Close to the point of these shields are dual shot guns with drum magazines that fire heavy slugs.
His fighting style is again very defensive and close ranged, allowing him to get into an enemy’s face or defend other members of the team. With his strength he is able to use these shields very well in melee combat and with his shot guns can engage enemy’s at medium ranges. Effectively he is what some would call a close range tank.
| Strengths and Weakness: |
Strengths –
- Superior strength and endurance.
- Close quarters combatant
- Almost always level headed and easy going
- Surviving in the wastes
- Faunus night vision and tough skin
Weaknesses –
- Almost no ability for mid to long range combat.
- Recently awakened semblance.
- Lacks speed and agility.
- Will make himself look like an idiot to make others smile to the point of injuring himself.
- Has trouble sitting still or paying attention.
- Superior strength and endurance.
- Close quarters combatant
- Almost always level headed and easy going
- Surviving in the wastes
- Faunus night vision and tough skin
Weaknesses –
- Almost no ability for mid to long range combat.
- Recently awakened semblance.
- Lacks speed and agility.
- Will make himself look like an idiot to make others smile to the point of injuring himself.
- Has trouble sitting still or paying attention.
| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |
Rook has two things he fears equally, one is that his personality will slip at any time and that he may hurt people he considers his friends. He is well aware that he may have a split personality and he is unsure what will happen if it ever gets loose. Because of this he may distance himself temporarily from others to regain control and will always change the subject whenever it is brought up.
The other is that he fears not being enough, not being strong or fast enough to save someone. This will sometimes lead him to put himself in dangerous situations to protect others where it may have not been needed in the first place. He doesn’t care about being the hero he just sometimes thinks that others’ lives are worth more than his.
The other is that he fears not being enough, not being strong or fast enough to save someone. This will sometimes lead him to put himself in dangerous situations to protect others where it may have not been needed in the first place. He doesn’t care about being the hero he just sometimes thinks that others’ lives are worth more than his.
| Miscs : |
Rook really likes to sing or tell jokes anything to lighten the mood. He will go out of his way to compliment others if he thinks they are in a bad mood and has no quarrels with coming off as annoying. He really likes eating bugs especially crickets.
Theme: Aviator's - Song of the Abyss
Theme: Aviator's - Song of the Abyss
Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose)(Further Edits for purpose of Chasing Shadows).
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