[CHAR] Guildfall: The Darkness [OPEN]

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[ "Fate controls all"

Name: Ædin Jaegre Alias(s): 'Ulti' Age: 25 Height: 153 cm Weight: 80 kg Hair Color: White Eye Color: White Race: Däemön Job Role: NRPD Officer (Soldier) Physical Appearance: Blue skin surrounded by white eyes, nails, bones, hair, and blood. When he opens his mouth, only a pure white void remains. (See avatar) Backstory: A mysterious Daemon of the Nation Role-play Police Department, head of strategy. Quiet and shy, he still can steal the soul and blood of his foe, then 'purify' it into his own. He was born in Advanced Square, leaving him with 'noble' or less kindly 'stuck-up' writing. He writes short-stories and plays Dragonchess in his spare time. Attire: A long black robe that hides his white and blue armor. he often wears a silver crown. Personality: Weapons & Equipment: Ability: (Abilities aren't going to be massive, havoc-wreaking powers. They're racially inherited or specially trained perks that aid in your job role. Please try to pick an ability that suits the role you are planning to play. I.E. Someone who can read minds, isn't likely to be sent out on a patrol in the Spam Section. Time/Space Abilities are excluded with the exception of Minor Teleportation) Brief History: (Give a brief history of your Character from before the Catastrophic Events right up until the present time.) Relationships: (Tell us about your character's relationships with the other survivors. Do they get on well a certain member or is there a special rivalry with someone? Who do they admire and look up to? Is there a certain someone they're in love with?) Major WIP

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My bad, posted in wrong stuff, will post here if it gets accepted.

[Scarifar]

Name: Alexander Lee Alias(s): None Age: 20 Height: 6' 3" Weight: 151 Hair Color: Dark red Eye Color: Brown Race: Elf Job Role: S.W.O.R.D. Soldier Physical Appearance: Typical things like slanted eyebrows and pointy ears, the typical things one would see in an elf. Alexander also has a lithe build, and is pretty light-skinned. He keeps his hair short, so it doesn't get in the way. Attire: His battle attire is small amounts of armor on top of leather padding and cloth, so as to not slow himself down too much without sacrificing too much defense. Breastplate, arm and leg bracers, that's about it. Also wears simple, brown, fingerless, leather gloves. His casual attire is pretty simple, just a t-shirt and leggings, along with a hooded sweatshirt. Personality: Normally, he is kind and friendly. He is sociable and is generally regarded as a good friend to have. On the battlefield, though, he is cold and calculating. He will certainly try to save a fallen comrade if he believes it is possible, but the moment it reaches a certain threshold, Alexander will kill or abandon his comrade in order to save his own. Weapons & Equipment: He dual wields a pair of identical looking curved short swords. These two blades, can also be connected when putting the two hilts together, and will form a bow that fires arrows made out of pure energy. The arrow can pierce through almost anything, but can only pierce through one thing at a time, so it can't pass through multiple things at once. Furthermore, the arrow will dissipate soon after striking something. Ability: Expert swordsmanship: He has learned a variety of techniques that can aid him.in battle. Superior senses: being an elf, his eyesight and heating are certainly better than a normal human's. Reflexes: due to his experience in battle and his enhanced senses, he is able to react to dangerous scenarios faster than plenty of other people. Brief History: Alexander had been staying in the Casual section where he usually hang out when the N-008 virus struck. He was concerned about it when he heard the news, and even more so when he saw people.in the earlier stages of the virus. As a result, he made his descision to aid Rpg in its recovery, hoping to one day restore it to it's former glory. Relationships: Subject to change.

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"One man’s magic is another man’s engineering."

Name:Althor Alias(s):Firefur (earned the nickname after an awful experiment that had him racing, on fire, to a courtyard fountain through a crowded street.) Age:Appears to be in his mid twenties. Height:6’8” Weight: 315lb Hair Color:Black Eye Color:Blue Race:Thickly built beast-like creature. (Imagine beast from x-men with black fur) Job Role:F.I.E.L.D researcher, application-oriented engineer. Physical Appearance: (Write a description of your Character) Attire:Wears loose-fitting black trousers and a cream-colored long sleeved shirt (usually stained with some sort of grease). He carries a staff with a clear crystal at it’s head and a small backpack with necessities. Also carries a pipe and tobacco. Personality:Althor has spent most of his life in engineering workshops, and was recruited to F.I.E.L.D one year after the outbreak. He is knowledgable about most subjects, magic and engineering being his specialties. He lacks some social skills, though he tries to get along with those he meets. In the context of new people he can be quite shy, as he is not sure what to say, but once he gets to know someone, he becomes more affable. He doesn’t care for his appearance mostly, which leaves him in various states of disorder, most often marked by disheveled fur and a perennially grease-stained shirt. Weapons & Equipment:Blast knuckles: High-voltage electricity can be channeled through his gloves through two prongs on his knuckles, able to stun most things, giving him valuable time to distance himself from it. Staff: an intricate brass staff with designs etched in different colors, one for each different ability of the staff. Belt: his belt contains tools of almost every kind imaginable from screwdrivers to a personal spot welder that he can place on the end of his blast knuckles. Ability:Though he is a passable close-quarters fighter, he appears to be much more able than he is due to his size. This has gotten him into trouble before. He prefers to channel energy through his staff to either protect his allies or destroy his enemies. His staff has four overlaying designs which govern the attributes of it’s use. They are: Fire: He can create a wall of fire, and throw fireballs at his enemies. Electricity: The staff’s crystal can emit bolts of lightning that can stun or kill. Shield: He can erect a shield around up to two allies or himself which absorb two strikes each, independent of force. This is sometimes a drawback as a thrown pebble can deplete one of the layers of the shield just as easily as a strike from a warhammer. Telekinesis: He has the ability to channel his thoughts into the staff and move objects with his thoughts. He cannot throw objects more than 75lbs. He cannot lift objects over 300lbs. Whistling: He’s an exceptional whistler. Brief History: Althor was raised by dwarf parents in a more upscale part of the 1x1 section. They never mentioned that he wasn't actually their offspring, and he never asked. They ran a weapons shop that forged custom pieces for some of the more picky individuals there. Olvar, his dwarf father, taught him the ways of the anvil and hammer, and that of dwarven engineering. He took well to the lessons, and began to make his own creations, attempting to merge the magic energies of the universe and the dwarven machines, attempting to understand how they worked. His father was already well on in years when Althor was a young boy, and when he was nineteen, his father died of old age, followed shortly by his mother. He mourned in the customary way of the dwarves and laid them to rest with their ancestors in stone. Their shop and house felt empty in the years following, so he sold it to an enterprising mage just before the outbreak. After the chaos of the outbreak subsided and the survivors began to organize, he felt the need to help the people around him; so he returned to the shop he had left years ago. The mage that he had sold the shop to was no where to be found, but he had left his tomes and staff there. He learned later that the magician was a victim of the virus. Althor began to study the tomes and while he had not the innate skill to master magic, he managed to convert the mage’s staff to be powered by a rare crystal of power. He has continued this research in his spare time now that he has been recruited by F.I.E.L.D. Relationships: Althor is respected in the community, but most give him generous space, since he is not very outgoing and also due to the accidents that have occured as a result of his studies. When he joined F.I.E.L.D., however, he was forced to have much more interaction with people than he was used to, and he’s still finding out how to act in social situations. This makes some of his relationships unnecessarily strained. He admires mages for their abilities, though it borders on envy at times.