Sorry guys, I wasn't happy with the post i had written up. And deleted it. Now I need to spend more time writing to make up lost time.
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I am there too. -nods- But i do not see you there.
I must have gotten off right before you got on.
Hey, Nitemare. I sent you a PM months back under a different name with the same CS. All that it lacked was supporting characters and my sample post. Anyway, I've returned and with pretty much the same character (after discovering the sheet still alive on my hard-drive). Anyway, I have returned - under a slightly less flattering name - to try and grab a spot.
• Character you have created: Maria Terloeva (Мария Терлоева)
• Alias: Mara
• Speech Colour: N/A (yet)
• Character Alignment: Walking the line
• Identity: Secret
• Personality:
Maria Terloeva is an unassuming, quiet, aloof, European, living a moderate and humble life in downtown Lost Haven. She lives alone with her Border Collie, Summer. Enjoys caring for her bonsai tree and each Friday her life is interrupted by her neighbours, Amy and Samuel, followed by the familiar struggle of their attempt to drag her out to whatever niche restaurant they've found this week.
Mara, her nom de plume, is intelligent, forward thinking, calculated, persistent and utterly dangerous. Which speaks volumes for a relatively normal woman in a world filled with superheroes who could punch through a brick wall without breaking skin.
Maria, or Mara, whomever she is to you and whoever you are to her, is not an inherent bad person. She is not driven by rage or a desire for vengeance; nor does she act in vindictiveness or spite. A nihilist and an anarchist, Maria simply does what she does because she can.
Even so, she does have a code of ethics – When a target is marked for death, only the target is forfeiting their life. No other. However, if she is confronted with force via third parties, she will resort to deadly means of defence, but will not seek to provoke an engagement. Assassinations are to be made swift and painless as possible, no matter the background or crime of the person, each death is an efficient one.
And of course, there is her personal motto. “Be polite, be efficient, have a plan to kill everyone you meet.”
Ideology aside. Maria and Mara are calm individuals; she speaks with tact that few possess. Her thoughtfulness and diplomatic baring, shining through in her words, posture and contemplation. Every thought, word, action and feeling, a premeditated force made several minutes and seconds before. Not one for hasty words or rash actions.
When hired, Mara won’t be stopped, no matter the attempt to coerce her. Alternative payment from the party in question, the possibility of intervention via the more significant powerful meta-humans or otherwise, she has maintained a perfect record of accomplishment. A factoid not merely attributed to her dedication to finishing the job, but her intricate, almost fanatical religious planning of each mission.
As such, her rates are exuberantly high but, of course, you can have the job done, or you can have the job done right.
• Uniform / Costume:
Her uniform
• Origin Info / Details:
Born amidst smoke and fire, Maria grew up no stranger to the concept of loss and death. Amira Assad Kadyr was born in Grozny, Chechnya and was four years old at the start of the First Chechen War. Her father was a Chechen nationalist, a Sufi Muslim and prominent commander and abrek fighting against the Russian Federation. She saw very little of him in the year of fighting, a year spent hiding and escaping. Her mother was the only focal point in her life during the traumatic war. Amira, of what she remembers of her mother, remembers a kindly woman, timid and often awkward at times, but regularly left her comfort zone to provide for her daughter. Who had proven to be a bright child, inquisitive with a thirst to read and learn. Her mother sought out to help her daughter in whatever way possible. It was, as she remembers in an ironic twisted way, the most normal period of her life.
At the end of the first war, Chechnya emerged as a sovereign state, but a state steeped in troubles. Organised crime, kidnappings, ravaged landscapes and a poor economy, feuding militia units that refused to stand down. Her family, despite being reunited, felt divided. Her father had always been a stern and quite man who seemed to have little time for children, but felt even more distant upon his return. Without exaggerating, Amira could count on both hands the amount of words he spoke to her upon his return.
It was a mere two years before the Second Chechen War would begin. And with it, the emergence of Mara.
As the war soon shifted from actual warfare to guerilla and insurgence tactics, Maria’s father became taking more interest in his growing daughter. Taking note of her intelligence and adaptability, and with no sons he ideally wanted to had taking up the fight after his demise, he began to groom her to take up the role of the foot soldier. An education that became accelerated with the disappearance of her mother.
Her mother, the grounded aspect of her life, disappeared one night, two months to the day before her thirteen birthday. The general census being that she had been a target of a Spetsnaz raid, a fairly common tactic that Russian Special Forces would target high profile insurgents via relatives or close connections. There were also some whispers that her father had been the cause of her mother’s disappearance, as some voices claimed, in hushed tones, that if he was to make his daughter into the perfect weapon. A poster child for the insurgence cause. Amira, who was a gentle and soft child at this point, who wanted nothing than to just be that, a child, to do what was necessary, he had to take measures to remove whatever traces of humanity there was.
Whatever the reason, it worked.
The adolescent grew under the tutelage of the now doting father and in time, Amira became proficient in weaponry, explosives and strategy. The loss of her mother had driven a primal hate in her, buried in the belief that men who claimed that her lands was theirs, carried off her mother. Making what should be an average sixteen-year-old girl into something cold and calculating, who had already killed more men than what most would had kissed and if she were to die the next day, she would be a martyr. At seventeen years of age, she was one of Russia’s most wanted terrorists.
Then came the advent of the super-human.
Amira found this discovery of humans that were beyond mere mortal constraints to be unfathomable. Her narrow and small world, which for so long had seemed to be the only thing in this universe to matter, seemed to be an utterly pointless exercise of futility. Where all the planning in the world, the months of preparation, and the most flawless of executions. Could be thwarted by one of these, “superheroes”, as if it a game cobbled together by boys with sticks.
The world was larger than her, larger than her war.
She decided to change that.
She left Chechnya behind. Quietly and suddenly, wondering if her mother had left for the same reason she had. That in the grand scheme it was pointless.
Slipping through into Georgia, and then onto Turkey, she eventually found her way to Munich, Germany. Where Maria Terloeva – Born Kursk, Russia – studied philosophy and psychology at the Ludwig Maximilian University, whilst also attending programs in regards to political science and sociology.
Then from Munich, she left for Paris, leaving Paris for China, then China for Japan. Japan for Brazil, so on, so forth. A patterned developed. A pattern of learning and progression.
Maria studied hard, learned quick, driven by a similar primal desire that had driven her in the past. Mara, a named derived from the Hindu goddess of Death, built an impressive portfolio. Her travels, mostly dedicated to business rather than pleasure, funded by the lucrative monopoly of selective killings – she entered the world’s stage as one of the finest assassins in the world. And while anyone could kill, Mara was clearly the notch above the rest and Maria, as far as anyone was considered, she is just a European with a penance for language and culture.
• Hero type: Normal
• Power Level: City Level
• Powers:
Maria is a woman of peak physical conditioning. Maintaining a rigorous regime to keep herself in such condition. She has proven to be an expert athlete, gymnast, acrobat, a master of stealth, possesses exceptional stamina, strength, agility, reflexes and coordination that would put an Olympic athlete to shame.
Being well versed in several martial arts, she is being a master of Sambo, Judo, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, Ninjutsu, Muay Thai, and Greco-Roman Wrestling, among other forms of fighting schools that she is knowledgeable in.
With a gifted intellect, she displays cunning and strategy, with a keen curiosity and forethought that allows her to map out the situation to know how to react perfectly; she knows and employs her intelligence well. She is also an adept liar, her background in physiological studies allowed her to develop the skill of physiological manipulation. One of her more milder intellect abilities is in computing and electronics, though she is no doubt outmatched by more seasoned veterans, she displays some affinity in hacking and the rigging of electronics. However, all electronic equipment she possess is of third-party make, though, she uses old outdated models she previously owned to keep herself educated.
Her most esteemed skillset however is her unrivalled affinity with weaponry. An unparalleled sharpshooter, Maria rarely misses, with perfect 20/20 vision; all bets are often down on a 10 out of 10 mark. She also has an extensive background catalogue with melee weapons, firearms and explosives. Her personal weapon is a highly self-modified SVD that has the capability to punch through all but the most resistant of materials.
She also enjoys the art of plant cultivation, vegetarian cooking, dog walking and reading of several topics and genres, of late her interest has led to space conquest and the universe…
However, those aren’t powers... Unless you consider the ability to maintain beautiful bonsai trees anything less than magical.
• Attributes
• Strength Level: Maria’s strength is built for combat situations and survivability. One wouldn’t expect her to go lifting a car or a bus, however, nor should one doubt her blow to not carry weight.
• Speed / Reaction: Her speed and reaction times are honed and crafted to compliment her strength and fighting prowess. Fluid and graceful, she would appear almost meta-human to the average person. However, she isn’t willing to grace someone the opportunity to prove the theory that she could dodge a bullet at point blank.
• Endurance: A background in guerrilla warfare provides one the endurance needed to survive desperate situations. Maria retains these teaching and displays uncanny endurance. With hyperventilation beforehand, Maria could potentially hold her breath underwater for up to twenty minutes. However, the longest she has gone is just under three.
• Agility: Maria’s flexibility, balance, co-ordination, matched with her speed and reflexes, is so great she could outdo an entire football team in an agility drill and not break a sweat.
• Intelligence: While she wouldn’t call herself a genius, she is certainly bright. She takes to topics that match her taste with a dedicated interest and seeks to learn as much as possible within the respective field.
What about her could be consider genius is that she is an expert deceiver and incomparable strategist. Mastering the concept of hiding in plain sight. She has forged over a dozen documents in her life, lived under several names and has numerous bank accounts open that store her substantial earnings. She lives under a mantra of, “Be everyone, be no-one.” A creed that has no doubt allowed her to survive unnoticed for so long, working and maintaining an intricate web that needs daily attention.
She is also a speaker of multiple languages, Chechen (Her native tongue), several Caucasian tongues, English, German, Russian, Arabic, Cantonese, Japanese, French, Spanish and Portuguese.
• Fighting Skill: Maria is a peerless master of martial arts that prove she could even stand against the strongest of meta-humans for a duration. However, she is not one to seek out a confrontation. Her adaptability to situations, she allows someone to draw in close and make the first moves, throwing in some hits for good measure. She uses this probing phase to gather information before deciding on the next course of action. While she is certainly not one of the strongest around in this brave new world of heroes, she is the certainly one of the smartest.
• Resources: Maria, with her substantial earnings over the years, has managed to gain access to a spectrum of hardware and equipment. She maintains a broad area of caches located around the city of Lost Haven. These range from warehouse storage units, freight containers, to abandoned houses and rented apartments. She rotates her storage system regularly, usually monthly, clearing out her supplies, before ensuring any evidence is destroyed thoroughly. This ensures that tracking her down somewhat difficult task; however, this is not the most ideal of solutions. Of late, she’s been contemplating a location to set up a more established settlement for shop.
• Weakness: For all of her strengths, when the sun sets, Maria is ultimately human. And humans have limits.
She can be shot, she can bleed, she won’t heal at a miraculous rate and nor can she shoot thunder out of her fingertips.
And one day, she will die.
Maria’s dedication to crafting herself to the best possible form she can be seems to stem from her discovery of meta-humans. With that discovery, a sub-conscious obsession developed. Even if she may not display outright disdain for superheroes or creatures that display extraordinary talents, there might be a feeling of inadequacy within. Where she had been fighting a war since a young age with insurmountable odds and was, for a duration, Russia’s most wanted criminal, anyone of these meta-humans could have ended such conflicts within hours. Where she struggled to achieve the same objective in years.
This discovery was ultimately a trigger that led to who she is today, a vagabond assassin with a twisted moral code. And while she has never had the opportunity to meet one of these meta-humans. She has definitely paid close attention to their developments.
Supporting Characters:
Samuel Thompson; Maria's neighbour to her left, a minor annoyance, she is fully aware of his affections for her.
Amy Kirkpatrick; Maria's neighbour to her right, a slightly less annoyance than her neighbour on her right.
Tawara Assad Kadyr; Maria's father; still fighting his war back home, Maria does not know – nor does she care to know – if he is still alive or has perished yet.
Kheda Assad Kadyr; Maria's mother. Her location, fate, etc, are all unknown. Not that Maria has attempted to discover her mother's fate.
Summer; Maria's dog, a Bordie Collie. She's a good dog.
• Character you have created: Maria Terloeva (Мария Терлоева)
• Alias: Mara
• Speech Colour: N/A (yet)
• Character Alignment: Walking the line
• Identity: Secret
• Personality:
Maria Terloeva is an unassuming, quiet, aloof, European, living a moderate and humble life in downtown Lost Haven. She lives alone with her Border Collie, Summer. Enjoys caring for her bonsai tree and each Friday her life is interrupted by her neighbours, Amy and Samuel, followed by the familiar struggle of their attempt to drag her out to whatever niche restaurant they've found this week.
Mara, her nom de plume, is intelligent, forward thinking, calculated, persistent and utterly dangerous. Which speaks volumes for a relatively normal woman in a world filled with superheroes who could punch through a brick wall without breaking skin.
Maria, or Mara, whomever she is to you and whoever you are to her, is not an inherent bad person. She is not driven by rage or a desire for vengeance; nor does she act in vindictiveness or spite. A nihilist and an anarchist, Maria simply does what she does because she can.
Even so, she does have a code of ethics – When a target is marked for death, only the target is forfeiting their life. No other. However, if she is confronted with force via third parties, she will resort to deadly means of defence, but will not seek to provoke an engagement. Assassinations are to be made swift and painless as possible, no matter the background or crime of the person, each death is an efficient one.
And of course, there is her personal motto. “Be polite, be efficient, have a plan to kill everyone you meet.”
Ideology aside. Maria and Mara are calm individuals; she speaks with tact that few possess. Her thoughtfulness and diplomatic baring, shining through in her words, posture and contemplation. Every thought, word, action and feeling, a premeditated force made several minutes and seconds before. Not one for hasty words or rash actions.
When hired, Mara won’t be stopped, no matter the attempt to coerce her. Alternative payment from the party in question, the possibility of intervention via the more significant powerful meta-humans or otherwise, she has maintained a perfect record of accomplishment. A factoid not merely attributed to her dedication to finishing the job, but her intricate, almost fanatical religious planning of each mission.
As such, her rates are exuberantly high but, of course, you can have the job done, or you can have the job done right.
• Uniform / Costume:
Her uniform
• Origin Info / Details:
Born amidst smoke and fire, Maria grew up no stranger to the concept of loss and death. Amira Assad Kadyr was born in Grozny, Chechnya and was four years old at the start of the First Chechen War. Her father was a Chechen nationalist, a Sufi Muslim and prominent commander and abrek fighting against the Russian Federation. She saw very little of him in the year of fighting, a year spent hiding and escaping. Her mother was the only focal point in her life during the traumatic war. Amira, of what she remembers of her mother, remembers a kindly woman, timid and often awkward at times, but regularly left her comfort zone to provide for her daughter. Who had proven to be a bright child, inquisitive with a thirst to read and learn. Her mother sought out to help her daughter in whatever way possible. It was, as she remembers in an ironic twisted way, the most normal period of her life.
At the end of the first war, Chechnya emerged as a sovereign state, but a state steeped in troubles. Organised crime, kidnappings, ravaged landscapes and a poor economy, feuding militia units that refused to stand down. Her family, despite being reunited, felt divided. Her father had always been a stern and quite man who seemed to have little time for children, but felt even more distant upon his return. Without exaggerating, Amira could count on both hands the amount of words he spoke to her upon his return.
It was a mere two years before the Second Chechen War would begin. And with it, the emergence of Mara.
As the war soon shifted from actual warfare to guerilla and insurgence tactics, Maria’s father became taking more interest in his growing daughter. Taking note of her intelligence and adaptability, and with no sons he ideally wanted to had taking up the fight after his demise, he began to groom her to take up the role of the foot soldier. An education that became accelerated with the disappearance of her mother.
Her mother, the grounded aspect of her life, disappeared one night, two months to the day before her thirteen birthday. The general census being that she had been a target of a Spetsnaz raid, a fairly common tactic that Russian Special Forces would target high profile insurgents via relatives or close connections. There were also some whispers that her father had been the cause of her mother’s disappearance, as some voices claimed, in hushed tones, that if he was to make his daughter into the perfect weapon. A poster child for the insurgence cause. Amira, who was a gentle and soft child at this point, who wanted nothing than to just be that, a child, to do what was necessary, he had to take measures to remove whatever traces of humanity there was.
Whatever the reason, it worked.
The adolescent grew under the tutelage of the now doting father and in time, Amira became proficient in weaponry, explosives and strategy. The loss of her mother had driven a primal hate in her, buried in the belief that men who claimed that her lands was theirs, carried off her mother. Making what should be an average sixteen-year-old girl into something cold and calculating, who had already killed more men than what most would had kissed and if she were to die the next day, she would be a martyr. At seventeen years of age, she was one of Russia’s most wanted terrorists.
Then came the advent of the super-human.
Amira found this discovery of humans that were beyond mere mortal constraints to be unfathomable. Her narrow and small world, which for so long had seemed to be the only thing in this universe to matter, seemed to be an utterly pointless exercise of futility. Where all the planning in the world, the months of preparation, and the most flawless of executions. Could be thwarted by one of these, “superheroes”, as if it a game cobbled together by boys with sticks.
The world was larger than her, larger than her war.
She decided to change that.
She left Chechnya behind. Quietly and suddenly, wondering if her mother had left for the same reason she had. That in the grand scheme it was pointless.
Slipping through into Georgia, and then onto Turkey, she eventually found her way to Munich, Germany. Where Maria Terloeva – Born Kursk, Russia – studied philosophy and psychology at the Ludwig Maximilian University, whilst also attending programs in regards to political science and sociology.
Then from Munich, she left for Paris, leaving Paris for China, then China for Japan. Japan for Brazil, so on, so forth. A patterned developed. A pattern of learning and progression.
Maria studied hard, learned quick, driven by a similar primal desire that had driven her in the past. Mara, a named derived from the Hindu goddess of Death, built an impressive portfolio. Her travels, mostly dedicated to business rather than pleasure, funded by the lucrative monopoly of selective killings – she entered the world’s stage as one of the finest assassins in the world. And while anyone could kill, Mara was clearly the notch above the rest and Maria, as far as anyone was considered, she is just a European with a penance for language and culture.
• Hero type: Normal
• Power Level: City Level
• Powers:
Maria is a woman of peak physical conditioning. Maintaining a rigorous regime to keep herself in such condition. She has proven to be an expert athlete, gymnast, acrobat, a master of stealth, possesses exceptional stamina, strength, agility, reflexes and coordination that would put an Olympic athlete to shame.
Being well versed in several martial arts, she is being a master of Sambo, Judo, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, Ninjutsu, Muay Thai, and Greco-Roman Wrestling, among other forms of fighting schools that she is knowledgeable in.
With a gifted intellect, she displays cunning and strategy, with a keen curiosity and forethought that allows her to map out the situation to know how to react perfectly; she knows and employs her intelligence well. She is also an adept liar, her background in physiological studies allowed her to develop the skill of physiological manipulation. One of her more milder intellect abilities is in computing and electronics, though she is no doubt outmatched by more seasoned veterans, she displays some affinity in hacking and the rigging of electronics. However, all electronic equipment she possess is of third-party make, though, she uses old outdated models she previously owned to keep herself educated.
Her most esteemed skillset however is her unrivalled affinity with weaponry. An unparalleled sharpshooter, Maria rarely misses, with perfect 20/20 vision; all bets are often down on a 10 out of 10 mark. She also has an extensive background catalogue with melee weapons, firearms and explosives. Her personal weapon is a highly self-modified SVD that has the capability to punch through all but the most resistant of materials.
She also enjoys the art of plant cultivation, vegetarian cooking, dog walking and reading of several topics and genres, of late her interest has led to space conquest and the universe…
However, those aren’t powers... Unless you consider the ability to maintain beautiful bonsai trees anything less than magical.
• Attributes
• Strength Level: Maria’s strength is built for combat situations and survivability. One wouldn’t expect her to go lifting a car or a bus, however, nor should one doubt her blow to not carry weight.
• Speed / Reaction: Her speed and reaction times are honed and crafted to compliment her strength and fighting prowess. Fluid and graceful, she would appear almost meta-human to the average person. However, she isn’t willing to grace someone the opportunity to prove the theory that she could dodge a bullet at point blank.
• Endurance: A background in guerrilla warfare provides one the endurance needed to survive desperate situations. Maria retains these teaching and displays uncanny endurance. With hyperventilation beforehand, Maria could potentially hold her breath underwater for up to twenty minutes. However, the longest she has gone is just under three.
• Agility: Maria’s flexibility, balance, co-ordination, matched with her speed and reflexes, is so great she could outdo an entire football team in an agility drill and not break a sweat.
• Intelligence: While she wouldn’t call herself a genius, she is certainly bright. She takes to topics that match her taste with a dedicated interest and seeks to learn as much as possible within the respective field.
What about her could be consider genius is that she is an expert deceiver and incomparable strategist. Mastering the concept of hiding in plain sight. She has forged over a dozen documents in her life, lived under several names and has numerous bank accounts open that store her substantial earnings. She lives under a mantra of, “Be everyone, be no-one.” A creed that has no doubt allowed her to survive unnoticed for so long, working and maintaining an intricate web that needs daily attention.
She is also a speaker of multiple languages, Chechen (Her native tongue), several Caucasian tongues, English, German, Russian, Arabic, Cantonese, Japanese, French, Spanish and Portuguese.
• Fighting Skill: Maria is a peerless master of martial arts that prove she could even stand against the strongest of meta-humans for a duration. However, she is not one to seek out a confrontation. Her adaptability to situations, she allows someone to draw in close and make the first moves, throwing in some hits for good measure. She uses this probing phase to gather information before deciding on the next course of action. While she is certainly not one of the strongest around in this brave new world of heroes, she is the certainly one of the smartest.
• Resources: Maria, with her substantial earnings over the years, has managed to gain access to a spectrum of hardware and equipment. She maintains a broad area of caches located around the city of Lost Haven. These range from warehouse storage units, freight containers, to abandoned houses and rented apartments. She rotates her storage system regularly, usually monthly, clearing out her supplies, before ensuring any evidence is destroyed thoroughly. This ensures that tracking her down somewhat difficult task; however, this is not the most ideal of solutions. Of late, she’s been contemplating a location to set up a more established settlement for shop.
• Weakness: For all of her strengths, when the sun sets, Maria is ultimately human. And humans have limits.
She can be shot, she can bleed, she won’t heal at a miraculous rate and nor can she shoot thunder out of her fingertips.
And one day, she will die.
Maria’s dedication to crafting herself to the best possible form she can be seems to stem from her discovery of meta-humans. With that discovery, a sub-conscious obsession developed. Even if she may not display outright disdain for superheroes or creatures that display extraordinary talents, there might be a feeling of inadequacy within. Where she had been fighting a war since a young age with insurmountable odds and was, for a duration, Russia’s most wanted criminal, anyone of these meta-humans could have ended such conflicts within hours. Where she struggled to achieve the same objective in years.
This discovery was ultimately a trigger that led to who she is today, a vagabond assassin with a twisted moral code. And while she has never had the opportunity to meet one of these meta-humans. She has definitely paid close attention to their developments.
Supporting Characters:
Samuel Thompson; Maria's neighbour to her left, a minor annoyance, she is fully aware of his affections for her.
Amy Kirkpatrick; Maria's neighbour to her right, a slightly less annoyance than her neighbour on her right.
Tawara Assad Kadyr; Maria's father; still fighting his war back home, Maria does not know – nor does she care to know – if he is still alive or has perished yet.
Kheda Assad Kadyr; Maria's mother. Her location, fate, etc, are all unknown. Not that Maria has attempted to discover her mother's fate.
Summer; Maria's dog, a Bordie Collie. She's a good dog.
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Okay, I've finally finished my profile(Again). It's a little rusty, and I don't have the Writing example because I've been here before, so I didn't think I needed it, but if you want me to write one up again I can if need be.
Character you have created: War-Pulse
Alias: Trenton Hurst
Speech Color: Light Blue
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Known
Character Personality: At first impressions, one would define War-Pulse as nothing more than a superpowered brute. He talks trash, acts tough, and revels in a brawl, a punk in a bodysuit with a chip on his shoulder. For most part, this attitude is true, he will gladly spit in the face of law enforcement and isn’t afraid to get blood on his hands if that means a larger paycheck. However, underlying the rough and tough attitude of War-Pulse lies a friendly, charismatic individual with a sincere side. He is not afraid to stand up for what he thinks is right, nor delivering a firm fist to whomever he thinks deserve it. Direct, blunt, and unafraid of reprisal, this lovable mercenary is one who wouldn’t mind sharing a drink with anyone.
Uniform/costume: War-Pulse stands at about 6'3'', with a very muscular appearance. His jet black hair is medium length, just hanging over the ears, and unkempt. Typically he is dressed in battle attire, wearing a stolen silver and black suit that is a prototype nano-weave armor, providing decent protection with superior flexibility. The mask that covers the lower half of his face serves as both a filter for gases and loose debris that may hit him during an altercation, though leaving his steel blue eyes free of any cumbersome goggles or visors that would obscure his vision.
Origin Info/Details: Trenton is end result of a procedure funded by a defense corporation known as VIGIL Industries, a retrofitted weapons project to create a soldier with unlimited ammo. During his infancy, he was suffering from his body degrading much quicker than it should, a condition that would render him dead before he even could begin to crawl.
Not to be concerned with fate, his mother Valerie Hurst, the head scientist of the weapons division was already working on a nanobot project called the “War-Pulse” project. The project was meant to give any soldier unlimited ammo through energy converters to deliver powerful kinetic bursts. Quickly working on a genetic variation of the project, she had an experiment done on Trent in secret to save his life. Genetically enhancing his body, she forced him to grow new organs to deliver the same type of energy absorption technology, which would empower his cells and keep them from degrading.
With that project Trent’s life was saved, but two unforeseen circumstances came from this procedure. VIGIL quickly found out what their head scientist had done, and demanded the boy back under their custody. Valerie was able to talk them down to keeping him for ten years, but that was borrowed time. In that time, Trent’s body evolved and developed the organs put in his body, becoming much more powerful than the project originally intended, and developed powers that VIGIL had not even considered.. By age 8, Trent was physically capable of punching straight through steel with a kinetic punch.
Trent’s father Owen, however, was mortified by the whole project, his son now a mutated monster and his wife seemingly willing to give the boy over. He threatened to deliver the whole story to the CIA, in which he was a high ranking agent in, not willing to have VIGIL mutilate their child any more. That night, Owen was shot dead in his home by Valerie, and unfortunately Trent was witness to this event. Before she could even speak to him he ran from his home without ever turning back.
With the death of his father and no real home to go back to, Trent ended up growing up as a superpowered street rat, stealing and fighting to get what he wanted when not huddling up in the local orphanage. He learned very quickly that his superpowers made it very easy to do whatever he liked, and that perhaps he could make a living off of them. Quickly he became acquainted with mercenary work, by age 17 he was already a full-fledged and successful mercenary overseas in third world countries. He performed countless sieges, assassinations, and sabotage for whoever paid him enough. That is, until one incident in Syria, where he was hired to assassinate a dignitary. Something happened on that mission that changed the way he did business, he shortened his client list, took less pay, even began attacking certain groups unprovoked. What happened in Syria is unclear, but it changed the man he was, what that means for him in the future is unknown.
Hero Type:
Energy(Kinetic)
Power Level:
World Level
Powers:
Kinetic Absorption- War-Pulse's power comes from him acting as a very large energy battery. On contact with a source, War-Pulse can absorb any and all energies and his body will break it down to the purest possible level of potential energy. This can range from Thermal, Kinetic, Nuclear, Ionic, Radiant, Magnetic, Chemical, Electric, and Mechanical. In recent years, his powers have even evolved and encapsulated supernatural and magical energies, allowing him to store to control and expel at will.. However, once the energy is broken down, it can only be used as Kinetic energy.
Kinetic Blasts- With energy coursing through his system, War-Pulse is able to concentrate the stored energy in Kinetic bursts from the pores of his skin. Along with the default beams, explosives, and area-of-effect bursts, War-Pulse has developed a special attack where he has originated his name from. War-Pulse will refract a burst of energy with a close range shotgun burst by building up too much energy in his hand, turning what would be a normal punch or push into a Kinetic explosion, or ‘Pulse’ from his hand.
Enhanced Strength- War-Pulse is able to kinetically empower his musculature to go far beyond even the superhuman limit his genetically enhanced body’s limitations. Depending on his energy intake, he can lift around 10 tons to well over 100 tons effortlessly. War-Pulse is also capable of firing kinetic energy from his elbow to increase the momentum of his punches.
Enhanced Durability- War-Pulse is constantly enveloped in a Kinetic sheath around his body, rendering him invulnerable to conventional attacks and weaponry. He can expand this barrier to surrounding allies, however the expansion requires more concentration and lacks the integrity of the shield.
Enhanced Speed- By expelling Kinetic Bursts behind him, along with supercharging his feet, he can push himself as supersonic speeds,
Enhanced Reflexes- War-Pulse already has a heightened sense of awareness due to his connection to the energies around him. However, he can add to the speed of his movements by releasing kinetic energy from his body in careful bursts.
Fight- By continuously expelling energy from his feet, War-Pulse is able to achieve flight at supersonic speeds.
Hand-to-Hand Combat Skills- Trent has gone out of his way to make sure that even if he is met with his match in terms of power, he can best them on skill alone, and has trained his body in multiple martial arts.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: 100+ tons(Depending on Energy Intake)
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 100+ MPH(Depending on Energy Intake)
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 5 hours, can go longer with use of his energy reserves.
Agility: 20X
Intelligence: Average(With exceptions to battle situations and basic knowledge of his own powers, in which he registers as Genius)
Fighting Skill: Mastered
Resources: Large(For a mercenary, he is very well paid)
Weaknesses: War-Pulse’s energy capacity is limitless, but that does not mean it is recommended. The more Pulse stores in his body, the less likely he is to control it, to the point where he could possibly cause irreparable damage to himself and others in its use. That being said, if Pulse were also to exhaust all energy reserves, he would simply die as his body can no longer support itself without any energy flowing through it. He is also susceptible to mental attacks, as his mind has no real means of defense from such strikes.
Supporting Characters:
Valerie Hurst- Trent's Mother and creator, she is single-handedly the most necessary and hated person in Trent's life, even when he has not spoken to her since he was 8 years old.
Owen Hurst- Trent's father, and an influencial figure in the CIA. He was killed by Valerie when he threatened to give information to the authorities on War-Pulse.
Rose Prescot - An old friend from the orphanage Trent grew up in, now currently residing in New Haven.
Reggie Samuels - An old friend from the orphanage Trent grew up in, also currently residing in New Haven.
"Warden"- Another secret project, this time created by the U.S. government to be a living data bank, a man who's brain allows him to think three steps ahead of everyone else. However, he found it illogical to stay with the Government and promptly left to be an information broker. He quickly met War-Pulse and forged a partnership as War-Pulse's agent, getting him contracts around the world.
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Character you have created: War-Pulse
Alias: Trenton Hurst
Speech Color: Light Blue
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Known
Character Personality: At first impressions, one would define War-Pulse as nothing more than a superpowered brute. He talks trash, acts tough, and revels in a brawl, a punk in a bodysuit with a chip on his shoulder. For most part, this attitude is true, he will gladly spit in the face of law enforcement and isn’t afraid to get blood on his hands if that means a larger paycheck. However, underlying the rough and tough attitude of War-Pulse lies a friendly, charismatic individual with a sincere side. He is not afraid to stand up for what he thinks is right, nor delivering a firm fist to whomever he thinks deserve it. Direct, blunt, and unafraid of reprisal, this lovable mercenary is one who wouldn’t mind sharing a drink with anyone.
Uniform/costume: War-Pulse stands at about 6'3'', with a very muscular appearance. His jet black hair is medium length, just hanging over the ears, and unkempt. Typically he is dressed in battle attire, wearing a stolen silver and black suit that is a prototype nano-weave armor, providing decent protection with superior flexibility. The mask that covers the lower half of his face serves as both a filter for gases and loose debris that may hit him during an altercation, though leaving his steel blue eyes free of any cumbersome goggles or visors that would obscure his vision.
Origin Info/Details: Trenton is end result of a procedure funded by a defense corporation known as VIGIL Industries, a retrofitted weapons project to create a soldier with unlimited ammo. During his infancy, he was suffering from his body degrading much quicker than it should, a condition that would render him dead before he even could begin to crawl.
Not to be concerned with fate, his mother Valerie Hurst, the head scientist of the weapons division was already working on a nanobot project called the “War-Pulse” project. The project was meant to give any soldier unlimited ammo through energy converters to deliver powerful kinetic bursts. Quickly working on a genetic variation of the project, she had an experiment done on Trent in secret to save his life. Genetically enhancing his body, she forced him to grow new organs to deliver the same type of energy absorption technology, which would empower his cells and keep them from degrading.
With that project Trent’s life was saved, but two unforeseen circumstances came from this procedure. VIGIL quickly found out what their head scientist had done, and demanded the boy back under their custody. Valerie was able to talk them down to keeping him for ten years, but that was borrowed time. In that time, Trent’s body evolved and developed the organs put in his body, becoming much more powerful than the project originally intended, and developed powers that VIGIL had not even considered.. By age 8, Trent was physically capable of punching straight through steel with a kinetic punch.
Trent’s father Owen, however, was mortified by the whole project, his son now a mutated monster and his wife seemingly willing to give the boy over. He threatened to deliver the whole story to the CIA, in which he was a high ranking agent in, not willing to have VIGIL mutilate their child any more. That night, Owen was shot dead in his home by Valerie, and unfortunately Trent was witness to this event. Before she could even speak to him he ran from his home without ever turning back.
With the death of his father and no real home to go back to, Trent ended up growing up as a superpowered street rat, stealing and fighting to get what he wanted when not huddling up in the local orphanage. He learned very quickly that his superpowers made it very easy to do whatever he liked, and that perhaps he could make a living off of them. Quickly he became acquainted with mercenary work, by age 17 he was already a full-fledged and successful mercenary overseas in third world countries. He performed countless sieges, assassinations, and sabotage for whoever paid him enough. That is, until one incident in Syria, where he was hired to assassinate a dignitary. Something happened on that mission that changed the way he did business, he shortened his client list, took less pay, even began attacking certain groups unprovoked. What happened in Syria is unclear, but it changed the man he was, what that means for him in the future is unknown.
Hero Type:
Energy(Kinetic)
Power Level:
World Level
Powers:
Kinetic Absorption- War-Pulse's power comes from him acting as a very large energy battery. On contact with a source, War-Pulse can absorb any and all energies and his body will break it down to the purest possible level of potential energy. This can range from Thermal, Kinetic, Nuclear, Ionic, Radiant, Magnetic, Chemical, Electric, and Mechanical. In recent years, his powers have even evolved and encapsulated supernatural and magical energies, allowing him to store to control and expel at will.. However, once the energy is broken down, it can only be used as Kinetic energy.
Kinetic Blasts- With energy coursing through his system, War-Pulse is able to concentrate the stored energy in Kinetic bursts from the pores of his skin. Along with the default beams, explosives, and area-of-effect bursts, War-Pulse has developed a special attack where he has originated his name from. War-Pulse will refract a burst of energy with a close range shotgun burst by building up too much energy in his hand, turning what would be a normal punch or push into a Kinetic explosion, or ‘Pulse’ from his hand.
Enhanced Strength- War-Pulse is able to kinetically empower his musculature to go far beyond even the superhuman limit his genetically enhanced body’s limitations. Depending on his energy intake, he can lift around 10 tons to well over 100 tons effortlessly. War-Pulse is also capable of firing kinetic energy from his elbow to increase the momentum of his punches.
Enhanced Durability- War-Pulse is constantly enveloped in a Kinetic sheath around his body, rendering him invulnerable to conventional attacks and weaponry. He can expand this barrier to surrounding allies, however the expansion requires more concentration and lacks the integrity of the shield.
Enhanced Speed- By expelling Kinetic Bursts behind him, along with supercharging his feet, he can push himself as supersonic speeds,
Enhanced Reflexes- War-Pulse already has a heightened sense of awareness due to his connection to the energies around him. However, he can add to the speed of his movements by releasing kinetic energy from his body in careful bursts.
Fight- By continuously expelling energy from his feet, War-Pulse is able to achieve flight at supersonic speeds.
Hand-to-Hand Combat Skills- Trent has gone out of his way to make sure that even if he is met with his match in terms of power, he can best them on skill alone, and has trained his body in multiple martial arts.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: 100+ tons(Depending on Energy Intake)
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 100+ MPH(Depending on Energy Intake)
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 5 hours, can go longer with use of his energy reserves.
Agility: 20X
Intelligence: Average(With exceptions to battle situations and basic knowledge of his own powers, in which he registers as Genius)
Fighting Skill: Mastered
Resources: Large(For a mercenary, he is very well paid)
Weaknesses: War-Pulse’s energy capacity is limitless, but that does not mean it is recommended. The more Pulse stores in his body, the less likely he is to control it, to the point where he could possibly cause irreparable damage to himself and others in its use. That being said, if Pulse were also to exhaust all energy reserves, he would simply die as his body can no longer support itself without any energy flowing through it. He is also susceptible to mental attacks, as his mind has no real means of defense from such strikes.
Supporting Characters:
Valerie Hurst- Trent's Mother and creator, she is single-handedly the most necessary and hated person in Trent's life, even when he has not spoken to her since he was 8 years old.
Owen Hurst- Trent's father, and an influencial figure in the CIA. He was killed by Valerie when he threatened to give information to the authorities on War-Pulse.
Rose Prescot - An old friend from the orphanage Trent grew up in, now currently residing in New Haven.
Reggie Samuels - An old friend from the orphanage Trent grew up in, also currently residing in New Haven.
"Warden"- Another secret project, this time created by the U.S. government to be a living data bank, a man who's brain allows him to think three steps ahead of everyone else. However, he found it illogical to stay with the Government and promptly left to be an information broker. He quickly met War-Pulse and forged a partnership as War-Pulse's agent, getting him contracts around the world.
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You know, once i get my post finally together. It might be fun to get all these Walking the line characters in a bar together. Just taking a break not even knowing just who sits next to them, as they eventually leave. It'll be kind of funny, the greatest assassin, a mercenary, and a Hitman Meta, among others just taking a load off.
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I have just realized that I have written over 135 pages (in Microsoft Word) for this RP. 
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DEDICATION.
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Awful, I remember you. You are still welcome to join.
War-Pulse is approved. No need for a sample, I'm familiar enough with the character.
War-Pulse is approved. No need for a sample, I'm familiar enough with the character.
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Awesome! Now I just need to figure out what's going on and where to integrate myself!
Are we acting under the pretense that War-Pulse and Lyger still stopped some terrorists at one time?
Are we acting under the pretense that War-Pulse and Lyger still stopped some terrorists at one time?
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Do you still wish to see a sample post, Nitemare? Or is everything fine enough to go ahead and post?
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Awesome! Now I just need to figure out what's going on and where to integrate myself!Are we acting under the pretense that War-Pulse and Lyger still stopped some terrorists at one time?
Yeah, when we did the reboot I basically handled Lyger's reintroduction as a soft reboot, basically everything that happened in the previous game was part of his backstory.
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Do you still wish to see a sample post, Nitemare? Or is everything fine enough to go ahead and post?
It looks good, though I would like to see a sample. War-Pulse got a pass because he was heavily involved with the prior version of this game
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Okay, no worries. I'll get started on a sample now.
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Character you have created: Al'qruni-tun'kil (She who rots blood)
Alias: Styx
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Red.
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Secret (On account of not being of this world)
Character Personality: Cryptic and dour, Styx is not the most pleasant...thing, to be around. Her bizarre sense of morality is indecipherable to those who don't live in the infernal planes, but at the least she is ambivalent to other entities. At worst, she's nefarious, at best, capricous. Seeks out knowledge that can only be described as “should not be read” and “why would you even”.
Uniform/costume:
Origin Info/Details: Spawned from the spawning pits of hell itself, Styx crawled from the murk, devouring the first other she could to sustain her birth hunger. Whoever was thrown and subsequently murdered by the spawning pit to produce her would have been proud, probably. Or would have just eaten her. Hell is funny that way.
Eventually driven towards the sin she most represented, Scratch found herself in the shadowed librarium. Only demons or the most foolish mages ever read from these tomes and scrolls and tablets of God knew what. And if he did know, he wasn't talking about it and for good reason. Many of the books would kill if they could and often did.
This was the closest thing to schooling as you were going to get in the second layer of Hell and the other spawnlings that had not been devoured found themselves there as well, pulled by forces none could understand. For years they poured over the words, the thoughts and trials put down to paper becoming their very being.
Re-awakening from their trance, each demon found they now had full knowledge of the hierarchy of the seven hells and their position therein. Styx was resident on the second tier of hell and a part of the ash skinned tribe that worked in the blazing canyons near the River Styx. There the restless dead walked through a rushing, disease-ridden river and snakes dripped poison onto their defeated eyes. She met the tribe elder, who knew precisely the moment any new kin would arrive by prophecy. He told her that a portal to another plane would open soon (relative to their concept of time) and if she were to have anything to offer she too could cross.
Four more years, now survived fourteen cycles of the not-moon, she trained in the ways of her kin, so when the Apocalypse, Ragnarock, or whatever it was called in this day and age arrived, she may offer her hand in war. During this time, she had also managed to acquire the Book of Eibon from a poor, poor soul. Offering this, she gained access to the hell portal leading to the City of “Haven”.
Hero Type : Supernatural (Demon)
Power Level : Street Level
Powers : Being a demon, Styx can instantly appear and move about in shadows, throw hellfire, walk into mirrors and appear in another. Can instantly break lights, blow out fires, and haze windows with her infernal presence. Able to make electronics go haywire. Is able to walk straight along walls and ceilings, move agile on all fours. She's able to use swords and staves with decent competency. Something of a healing factor, can't heal a removed limb but able to remove a blade from her chest and heal if the weapon wasn't sanctified.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 hours
Agility: 5X Human level.
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Trained
Resources: Minimal
Weaknesses: Religious symbols when held with proper conviction prevent her from acting upon the wielder, things like holy water can burn. Salt when placed around a door or window will keep her out of a house. Sanctified weaponry.
Supporting Characters: Ash Tribe – Closest thing to “Relatives”.
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Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines):
I am. I am a throbbing heart. Pulsing, black, undulating, shoving blood through fetid silver veins. Pry me open like a coinpurse. Spread my ribs with a vise, remove my heart. It's cold, wet, and beautiful. Everything you wanted a heart to be. Your lips tremble. They fall apart. A single tear rolls down your lidless eyes. Take a bite with your gaping mouth, then another, and another until the beautiful, perfect heart is inside you. In the torn center of the pulp, you will see your own, perfect face. This is me. I AM.
Violent red pulses spread their digitized red lines through ragged rock. Pulling, tugging, guiding all the sins towards the hellish epicenter. A swirling vortex was far above in a red sky of not-stars, stalactites formed around the circumference. A single beam reached up towards it from the ground. This light was not before. Now that it was, every entity within this hellscape was inexplicitly drawn towards the effulgent glow, knowing instinctively where it would lead. It would lead to Man.
Hooded devils, demons who's origins stretch back to the beginning of time, encircled the base of the pentagram from which that horrid light rose. Others would approach them, those skin of ash, flame, shadow. They asked by what right they had to reach Man, to commit whatever atrocities they were want to commit. The largest devils answered by right of conquest. Most by right of blood.
One smaller one, more freshly spawned than the others, handed over a skin bound book. “By right of the unknowable.” The hooded one she had approached turned in short rotations until his many eyed visage sat upon her and that horrible, horrible book. One of several maws opened and shuttered closed, in a tongue long thought dead , “Mmm. The Book of Eibon. How did you come upon this?”
“Eibon arrived here, once. Bargained the wretched tome for his freedom. It's a good read.”
It chuckled a hoarse, crackling laugh. “This is acceptable. Though you are young to be crossing the threshold from us...” the elderly demon lowered a blackened, shadowed claw, drawn slowly towards the sky with no less than three boney cracks at each increment. “To sin.”
Alias: Styx
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Red.
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Secret (On account of not being of this world)
Character Personality: Cryptic and dour, Styx is not the most pleasant...thing, to be around. Her bizarre sense of morality is indecipherable to those who don't live in the infernal planes, but at the least she is ambivalent to other entities. At worst, she's nefarious, at best, capricous. Seeks out knowledge that can only be described as “should not be read” and “why would you even”.
Uniform/costume:
Origin Info/Details: Spawned from the spawning pits of hell itself, Styx crawled from the murk, devouring the first other she could to sustain her birth hunger. Whoever was thrown and subsequently murdered by the spawning pit to produce her would have been proud, probably. Or would have just eaten her. Hell is funny that way.
Eventually driven towards the sin she most represented, Scratch found herself in the shadowed librarium. Only demons or the most foolish mages ever read from these tomes and scrolls and tablets of God knew what. And if he did know, he wasn't talking about it and for good reason. Many of the books would kill if they could and often did.
This was the closest thing to schooling as you were going to get in the second layer of Hell and the other spawnlings that had not been devoured found themselves there as well, pulled by forces none could understand. For years they poured over the words, the thoughts and trials put down to paper becoming their very being.
Re-awakening from their trance, each demon found they now had full knowledge of the hierarchy of the seven hells and their position therein. Styx was resident on the second tier of hell and a part of the ash skinned tribe that worked in the blazing canyons near the River Styx. There the restless dead walked through a rushing, disease-ridden river and snakes dripped poison onto their defeated eyes. She met the tribe elder, who knew precisely the moment any new kin would arrive by prophecy. He told her that a portal to another plane would open soon (relative to their concept of time) and if she were to have anything to offer she too could cross.
Four more years, now survived fourteen cycles of the not-moon, she trained in the ways of her kin, so when the Apocalypse, Ragnarock, or whatever it was called in this day and age arrived, she may offer her hand in war. During this time, she had also managed to acquire the Book of Eibon from a poor, poor soul. Offering this, she gained access to the hell portal leading to the City of “Haven”.
Hero Type : Supernatural (Demon)
Power Level : Street Level
Powers : Being a demon, Styx can instantly appear and move about in shadows, throw hellfire, walk into mirrors and appear in another. Can instantly break lights, blow out fires, and haze windows with her infernal presence. Able to make electronics go haywire. Is able to walk straight along walls and ceilings, move agile on all fours. She's able to use swords and staves with decent competency. Something of a healing factor, can't heal a removed limb but able to remove a blade from her chest and heal if the weapon wasn't sanctified.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 hours
Agility: 5X Human level.
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Trained
Resources: Minimal
Weaknesses: Religious symbols when held with proper conviction prevent her from acting upon the wielder, things like holy water can burn. Salt when placed around a door or window will keep her out of a house. Sanctified weaponry.
Supporting Characters: Ash Tribe – Closest thing to “Relatives”.
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Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines):
I am. I am a throbbing heart. Pulsing, black, undulating, shoving blood through fetid silver veins. Pry me open like a coinpurse. Spread my ribs with a vise, remove my heart. It's cold, wet, and beautiful. Everything you wanted a heart to be. Your lips tremble. They fall apart. A single tear rolls down your lidless eyes. Take a bite with your gaping mouth, then another, and another until the beautiful, perfect heart is inside you. In the torn center of the pulp, you will see your own, perfect face. This is me. I AM.
Violent red pulses spread their digitized red lines through ragged rock. Pulling, tugging, guiding all the sins towards the hellish epicenter. A swirling vortex was far above in a red sky of not-stars, stalactites formed around the circumference. A single beam reached up towards it from the ground. This light was not before. Now that it was, every entity within this hellscape was inexplicitly drawn towards the effulgent glow, knowing instinctively where it would lead. It would lead to Man.
Hooded devils, demons who's origins stretch back to the beginning of time, encircled the base of the pentagram from which that horrid light rose. Others would approach them, those skin of ash, flame, shadow. They asked by what right they had to reach Man, to commit whatever atrocities they were want to commit. The largest devils answered by right of conquest. Most by right of blood.
One smaller one, more freshly spawned than the others, handed over a skin bound book. “By right of the unknowable.” The hooded one she had approached turned in short rotations until his many eyed visage sat upon her and that horrible, horrible book. One of several maws opened and shuttered closed, in a tongue long thought dead , “Mmm. The Book of Eibon. How did you come upon this?”
“Eibon arrived here, once. Bargained the wretched tome for his freedom. It's a good read.”
It chuckled a hoarse, crackling laugh. “This is acceptable. Though you are young to be crossing the threshold from us...” the elderly demon lowered a blackened, shadowed claw, drawn slowly towards the sky with no less than three boney cracks at each increment. “To sin.”
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Sorry took me long enough. Life has been busy, connected with an old friend over in Canada. Thankfully he still uses Skype. Beat Arkham City, mostly. That game has me addicted. Not helping I know. Anyways, his new safehouse can be near anyone if they want. Or otherwise it'd be just some decent place in a clean neighborhood.
Edit Totally dig the Demon Chrono, She'll have fun I'm assuming.
Edit Totally dig the Demon Chrono, She'll have fun I'm assuming.
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Character you have created: Al'qruni-tun'kil (She who rots blood)Alias: Styx
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Alright, back in the game and ready to go with my first post. Solo arc shouldn't last too long, so I'll be excited to begin interacting with both old and new heroes!
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Sorry took me long enough. Life has been busy, connected with an old friend over in Canada. Thankfully he still uses Skype. Beat Arkham City, mostly. That game has me addicted. Not helping I know. Anyways, his new safehouse can be near anyone if they want. Or otherwise it'd be just some decent place in a clean neighborhood.Edit Totally dig the Demon Chrono, She'll have fun I'm assuming.
All the fun! HA HA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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Everything in Lost Haven is going to Hell (literally). lol
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Everything in Lost Haven is going to Hell (literally). lol
It's the licking flames and casual destruction that let you know it's a family town!
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