[OOC] Order From Chaos. (Want Magic? Demons? Werewolves? We got it here and more!)

[Xhala]

@Xhala Accepted Very Nice. :)

@Nytefall

Yay! I'll just take the liberty of posting it in the characters section. :D

[Nytefall]

@AdamantiumWolf sure why not

[Nytefall]

@Classpet Accepted.

[Nytefall]

@Lord Zee So i assume this guy is melee orientated using magic to simply sustain his body?

[AdamantiumWolf]

Maru

Name: Maru

Age: 22

Description: When viewed by humans of everyday life Maru appears as a brown haired girl with green eyes,generally wearing a Brown cloak with the hood pulled up.

Gender: Female

Race: Deer Faun

Magic: Earth and Druid Magic.

Equipment: N/A

Personality: Maru is timid and considered to be a loner, she fears large crowds and tends to keep to her self, when drawn into conversation she is kind but with a steely opposition. She's either relaxed or on edge, she prefers the wooded forests to the city but enjoys what the city has to offer, she thoroughly loves shiny objects so it wouldn't be odd to see necklaces and bracelets and other jewelry wrapped about her horns.

History: Maru was born in the forest, when she was old enough she left and moved to the city, she got a job as an apprentice at an herb shop, she saved up enough to buy a small apartment then quit her job, she roams the city finding discarded jewelry to add to her ever growing collection.

@Nytefall so accepted then? :D

[2b3heart]

Saryx

Name: Saryx Yol sos

Age: 20

Description:
Human:

My Hider

Dragonform:

My Hider

Gender: female

Race: Dragonblood
An almost extinct race, the dragonblood are the humanoid decedents of dragons. They inherit and element from their dragon ancestors and are able to transform into a dragon about the size of their human form. They can also take a variance of mid-forms to suit their needs. Dragonbloods are extremely weak to their opposite element (water beats fire, ice beats water, etc.). Also some might be influenced by druidic magic. Dragonbloods also have a weakness in their natural scale armor: their soft scaled underbelly. Dragonbloods tend to stay in clans of the same or similar elements and lived in regions that suited them (such as fire dragonbloods would be in the mountains and water dragonbloods would live near water). Dragonbloods are adept in their element of magic. Two things caused dragonblood decrease in numbers: Hunters who wanted their skin and fighting clans.

Magic: Blue Fire

Yolus Sil:
Saryx has the ability to cover herself in her fire to protect herself or to do harm. She cannot hold this ability long though until she has to gain back her energy.

Su'um Dol Yol:
Saryx has the natural ability to breathe fire. But since she is still young, she cannot do this for a very long time and must eat something or rest to build back up her energy.

Equipment: Saryx has a few sets of enchanted clothes that allow her to transform without the worry of messing up her outfit.

Personality: Saryx is a fun loving hatchling. She loves to pull tricks on others. She can be hard-headed and stubborn at times due to her heritage but she is a quick learner. Sometimes she falls back to her feral side and sometimes needs a nudge back to civility.

History: Saryx grew up in the mountains of the Black Forest in Germany. She belonged to the fiery Dragonblood clan Yol Sos. The Yol Sos clan were heavy in hunting culture and believed to be close in touch with their dragon heritage,worshiping their ancestors. There they preyed upon stray hikers and small to large game. Saryx came from a line of fire elements known for the ability to possess blue flames. Her line was held high for this.
When Saryx was just a little hatchling, at the age of 14, her clan was attacked by rage-filled, magical locals. The battle was fierce, btu Saryx and the other young were moved far inside the mountains with a few elders. They were supposed to be retrieved once the fight was over. The small group waited five years until Saryx, the only one brave enough to go against the elders, went up to the surface. All she knew was gone in stil-burning piles of rubble. There were charred humanoid corpses and dragonblood shaped skeletons scattered everywhere.
Saryx went back down to tell the other members of the remaining Yol Sos, a mere five hatchlings and two elders. The elders knew the hatchlings must find a new home, for this place is no longer safe. The elders taught the hatchlings how to maintain their human form and sent them to England to find a new home for their clan.
Saryx was curious about human culture and what drove the others to kill her family. So she set out for London to explore the human filler world.

[AkitaKhrushchev]

Howdy. Looks hella neat. I'd like to hop in as well. Here's my character sheet.

Fritz & Tom

Name: "Fritz"

Pact partner's name: Tom Atwood.

Age: Young by his race's standards, although probably considerably older than you are even still.

Pact partner's age: 22.

Description:

Fritz: Presently formless and only exists through sharing Tom's body.
Tom Atwood: Somewhat slender through poor nutrition. Pale skin accentuated with faint freckles. Wild black hair. Green eyes. Tends to wear a brown jacket with a white undershirt and blue denim jeans.

Gender: Male.

Pact partner's gender: Male.

Race: Demon.

Pact partner's race: Human.

Magic: Although he reassures Tom that he was once capable of much more, only transient vestiges of Fritz's former power remain. However, what Fritz can do reliably is call upon fire in a manner similar to how an elementalist specialized in that domain would. Tom, being something of a pyromaniac, is more than satisfied by this.

Equipment: N/A

Personality: Surprisingly affable for a demon, although this, especially in terms of his relations to his host, serves a smokescreen concealing a more firm, controlling side. Despite his subtly domineering nature, he appears to genuinely have caring, although possessive, feelings towards Tom.

He is at times is prone to bursts of mental instability or finds himself scatterbrained, which also tends to be when he is far more blatant about his dominating urges. Sometimes this even yields him overpowering his host and assuming direct control of his body for the duration of the event. With Tom at the whims of Fritz, and Fritz at the whims of madness, this seldom ends well.

History: "Fritz" as he is known to his present host, Tom Atwood, is the transdimensional carcass of what was a demon once summoned to Earth to perform some sorcerer's bidding decades ago. Given his present state, it did not work out particularly well for either Fritz or his conjurer. In a turn of events that is an equal mixture of fortune and misfortune for him, the attempted vanquishing of Fritz was sloppy work. This has left Fritz in somewhat awkward, maddening position of being dashed across multiple planes of existence, predominantly our universe and the spiritual realm. The majority of his consciousness happened to remain where he was slain, although nothing of his corporeal form remained on Earth. An interim solution was soon found.

Tom Atwood, at the time aged 18, happened to be headed by Fritz's resting site in northern France while on a school trip. Tom, being a brooding, awkward, and most of all bitter loner, had wandered off from the main group, unable to tolerate their animate conversations and friendship in his jealousy. Fritz, desperate and opportunistic, interpreted Tom's out-loud thoughts on how he wished he had friends of his own to talk to and hang out with as an invitation to initiate a pact. Tom had no time to process or react. With the Earth-bound remnants of Fritz now housed within Tom's mind, both in a sense had what they were after.

Fritz was given his present moniker by Tom due to the inexplicable thick German accent he possessed upon their first meeting. It has in recent years thinned a tad and picked up some English influence via Tom.

Tom has of course gained several benefits from the bond. Using Tom's body as a conduit, Fritz is still able to conjure forth his infernal magic. Tom, having always somewhat baselessly fancied himself as above his peers, is himself ecstatic to now have these powers with which to truly elevate himself above them. The fact these powers are his through an actual, bona fide demon servant at that only sweetens the deal. Fritz is often content to leave Tom to his illusions of control, and even at times enjoys them.

Tom's History: Tom was born in Bristol. He is an only child and from a single parent household. His father, Richard Atwood, often left Tom completely on his lonesome, with only himself to rely upon. This isolated, self-dependent childhood did much to hinder his social growth. Having been expected to do handle responsibilities well in advance of his age, and realizing how far ahead this put him ahead of his schoolmates, this laid the foundations for a superiority complex that only served to make him even more alienated from those around him.

Despite his high self image, his strong feelings of pre-destination, and doing somewhat well for himself in school, it did not take him long to fall into aimlessness. Once he met Fritz, he simply came to dismiss all things in the domain of normal existence as being far under his concern. He now lives as a drifter, heading from place to place. This pleases him a great deal, having such freedom over his life. Conveniently he ignores how many of these whims were actually put there by Fritz, for a purpose that eludes Tom completely.

[Lord Zee]

@Lord Zee So i assume this guy is melee orientated using magic to simply sustain his body?

@Nytefall

That is basically it.

[2b3heart]

I gotta admit. I'm kinda excited for this one.

[rush99999]

I gotta admit. I'm kinda excited for this one.

@2b3heart

I'll say.

[2b3heart]

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[ANMOS]

Room for one more rando?

Eighty

Name: Eighty

Age: 31

Description:

Reference photo pulled from search

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Magic: "Dun' know any."

Equipment: Eighty carries little on him, normally. Cigs, lighter, wallet, normal stuff. When he's out conducting business however, he brings along some specialty items, including a custom 9mm pistol with differing ammunition intended for differing oppositional forces, such as silver bullets for werewolves. He also brings along modernized versions of tried-and-true monster-killing tools - retractable pocket stake, spray can full of Church-blessed water, small can of gasoline, what have you. Honestly, he thinks most of it is ridiculous, but it works, so he doesn't complain.

Personality: Eighty is, for the most part, the average London ganger in terms of personality. Normally keeps to himself, tends to come off as rude, hard to trust, so on. However, unique to him among most other London gangers, are his notions towards the supernatural. Eighty is no stranger to the world of vampires, werewolves, demons, etcetera. But he sees such beings as little more than humans in terms of the big picture - everyone trying to make a buck, get ahead in life, and live freely. All this adding up, Eighty is never impressed with anything supernatural. As he would describe it, "It's all the same stuff you see in comics and movies. Big deal."

History: Eighty, real name withheld for reasons he isn't keen on delving into, is someone who a good number of folks would see as a low-class, suspicious-looking, small-time criminal. When it came to his earlier years, they'd have been right. London slum dweller who never accomplished anything, and didn't strive for much else. However, who Eighty was then has been entirely forgotten - so much to say that it was effectively erased from all appropriate records by parties unknown.

For most of his mid-life, Eighty was nowhere to be seen. He showed back up in London looking much different than before, foregoing his birth name and instead using the numerical callsign granted to him by his, as he would put it, 'employers'. Eighty has since delved deeper into the London crime scene to the supernatural rung, where the much more interesting stuff happens - smuggling of magical artifacts, nonhuman organ trafficking, werewolf pit fights, and all other sorts of nasty business involving the more mystical side of life. Eighty gets involved in just about all of it, for reasons unknown, and to unclear ends.

As is to be expected, the Order tends to get involved in breaking up most of the activities listed above, much to Eighty's ire. However, much of the time, deals tend to go bad, groups will get a little too greedy, what have you. At the behest of his employers, Eighty will cooperate with the Order when it seems most appropriate to keep himself afloat in the sea of scum he makes a living off of. He hands over information regarding problem folks, and the Order doesn't fry him to a crisp. So far it's worked out, but he expects them to eventually change their mind and hunt him down.

And when that happens, he'll be ready.

[Nytefall]

@AdamantiumWolf Yep

@Lord Zee Accepted

@2b3heart Well i didn't really want dragons to be involved but I suppose I can let a few slip through. ya see in this universe and I probably should have said dragons were hunted to almost extinction by mages due to them not wanting to join Order or follow its rules. In fact there was a great mages who slayed dragon called George. Accepted

@AkitaKhrushchev Accepted

@ANMOS Love the character Accepted

[Nytefall]

Post your CS in the area and lets Get this party started!

[2b3heart]

Yeah I see your point. That's why i tried to make this race as balanced as it could possibly be. Will move it over!

[Hawlin]

Subject to change

Name: 'Sir' Alexander Sinclair (Alex for short, though prefers to be called 'Ahnciel')

Aliases Chronologically

Actual name: "Aarkenhan D'Ahnciel Nyvaal"
"Black Ambers on High" (Original callsign, nobody knows this)
"No Sky Too Dark" (The rough and shortened translation of their actual name from Aylvic)
"Wolf in sheep's clothing"
"Condemned Commander"
"Alex"

Age: 73 (Appears 16-20)

Description

Alexander stands at a physically unimposing 5'2. His hair is sheen with what seems like white but fades to a light blonde or deep brown as the hair length catches the light; the follicles holding a mild bioluminescence. It holds a slight wave to it and is usually worn about longer than average, about down to his shoulders. From that protrudes long bunny ears with similarly colored fur, though the short hair is mainly light blonde with little to no bioluminescence. The bushy fluff of his tail shares these qualities. Deep amber eyes with a sharp sapphire blue ring around the edges, though this is obscured by their glasses designed to eases stress on the eyes from all the time they spend staring at monitor screens. Their other eye is a brilliant mint green which is almost an obvious cybernetic prosthetic, most noticeable with how the iris rotates to constrict or dilate the pupil. Kaite is often clad in old regulation attire which, by appearance, take great pride in their work and care to upholding the image (Although comes off more adorable than respectable due to their build as well as a strange foreignness as its greatly out of place in the world they find themself in). An adaptation upon request was to add an inch to the heel of his boots to make him seem that much taller...he is considering switching back due to looks he's reportedly been given.

inspiration

Gender: Male

Race: Lapin of Aylv

Magic: Artificial Cryomancy

Equipment:
Glasteel Hextech Prosthetic arm (Frost Varient)- Tenchnologically bends ley-lines in an elementalistic fashion to hypercondense various sources of moisture into what would seem like cryomancy. The 'wand arm' has its limitations and thresholds, though is still a vicious implement of warfare until such limits are reached.

Dermal grafts- Various 3rd degree burns caused by being shot down twice earned Alex an armored dermal reworking. Only a few nanobots inhabit their system to maintain and repair damage to the porcelain-textured flesh that makes up his being, nearly as resilient as kevlar.

Personality: "Sociopathic Gentleman Soldier" is the easiest way to sum up 'Sir Alex' who is more often than not straight to the point and professional to the letter, taking great pride and respect for the cause they've been 'enlisted' into. However, they are still very young to the world and the workings of people, and is easily taken aback by the factor of emotion. In their original placement in their home dimension, they'd learned to wield emotions rather than have them. This isn't to say that they are lacking in charisma, empathy or feeling, only that they have a stark two-face where they put business before the former. Many see this as cold...cold calculations with 'humanity' worn as a mask over it.. He is otherwise curious of subjects out of his field of expertise and is quick to excite at potential opportunities to know more about the world he lives in. Alex has a profound distrust of robots and humans border-lining fear for reasons which there are many theories regarding...none of which he will entertain. He speaks with a slight German accent.

History

Old Dreams of Distant Fish

I wasn't the strongest or fastest, and I certainly wasn't the only one. There were more, maybe twenty at one point that I know of. It was usually very dark, making it difficult to tell how many of us there were, at first. Sometimes one would go missing, or they would come and take a few at a time. None of us understood why some came back and some didn't...not even me, and I was one that came back.

I kept coming back, being lead down the noisy halls of machinery and howling beasts. Down to 'my room', where I learned; the needles in my spine, the clamps to hold my eyes open, being allowed to see only what and when they wanted me to. My first year was the hardest. It wasn't so much the process as it was the topic; used to the procedures, the topics of war, anatomy, physics and humanities bombarded my senses. I'm thankful for most of it, although it quickly made my world quite lonely. Many of the others didn't speak, or were barely even aware where they even were. I 'graduated' to living in a cell, since it got to a point where it was considered inhumane to have to pick me out of 'the pits'...or more arguably, to put me back in. Four walls and a ceiling never seemed so welcoming, especially considering how I could see them. Teachings changed after that to genetics and experimentation...and the Newman project. Truthfully, it was easier to understand and accept once I was just told that, yes, I was a clone being held prisoner for experimentation, my brothers in the pits are borderline mindless animals and no, I was not special, just chosen for a different task.

Tasks...I was shown reports of the others' tasks and the testing involved. 039 Was a drooling mute of a hulk that ate bones and needed little oxygen for hours while it was left to toil away, lifting weights and fighting other rejects of its kind, often to the death and often unprovoked. He's the oldest. 055 is...like a rodent, so to speak, you know, if it doesn't chew on something, its teeth grow into its brain. There was apparently an attempt to replicate this effect with an entire skeletal structure. They could never figure out how to stop the growths besides grinding them down after they start piercing the skin. I heard talk of bets being taken; apparently it wasn't uncommon for terminal malformations to occur. It wasn't unlike 042 whose endless bouts of energy pushed them to run until their muscles gave out. They supposedly died from a heart attack a few minutes later. Needless to say, those lessons stopped after a short time, but it still left me wondering just what was the plan for me? I felt fortunate, how ever lame dying from a chess game sounded, that whatever I had been tailored for didn't require me to suffer like the others...and then the implants came.

The dull pains in my head and chest made it hard to sleep. It was nice how I barely saw them coming, but whatever they had done, it was...different. In some instances I shook so violently that most sensation washed away besides it. I was always so cold and sick for a time after the bouts that I almost couldn't stand. The machines debated about rejection, though it was proposed that bioware implants often had rocky acceptance stages to installation, especially when the endocrine system is involved. The events gradually diminished my resolve, and by the time it happened, there was little I could do to fight the hands that stuffed me into what I came to know as an 'escape pod'.

By this point, Alex was only two to three, developed through accelerated growth hormones which left him diminutive, stunted for life. Finding himself in league with 'The Beasts of The Legion' which were an uprising of sentient clones. Many of them were monstrous with very few exceptions which allowed even the mildest semblance of grace. They started as a pirate sect which preyed on human transport ships while working their way up to form trojan-horse attacks on frigates to swiftly gain power.
'Alex' lost his actual innocence after being taken prisoner during one of the raids. The months that followed detailed mangling torture and a bloody escape to ping the flotilla for rescue.
He was found gnawing on the bones of the bridge staff, the ship hopelessly locked down after he'd initiated it and killed those who could undo it. Alexander...or 'Ahnciel' as he was called as a nickname from then on ("Amber Eyes". One of which he'd lost through the torturing process). From then, he was promoted and reconditioned to be a full soldier of the legion where others fitting his...appearance...ran various desk jobs since the Legion sought to preserve the grace in its cause by using the 'Aylv' (Translates as "Grace") as their figurehead.

An accomplished fighter in marksmanship, swordplay and even piloting, 'Ahnciel' was greatly feared and respected as a symbol for his kind since he would often lead the charge on raids against the human fleets. Many battles under his belt have been won due to his choice intervention and technique...until one instance.
On the final pass on a human flagship, it initiated a rerouted self-destruct sequence by routing the process through it's warp coil in the hope to expand the devastation and scatter the section of the Legion across the galaxy.
Closest with a few of his wingmen, Ahnciel was dragged into the event horizon which spat his ship with himself out onto an alien planet. This was only the first stop of three.

This world is his third stop in his attempts to find his galaxy where he belongs...and there is no way to tell if he was ever right or where in the galaxy/dimensional flux he would even be if he was.
The uncertainty weighs heavily on him as he looks for the means to press on while, at the same time, seeking a place to stay.

-I may change the pic

[Nytefall]

@Hawlin As long as the changes aren't too drastic and you update me on any changes you make accepted.

Im going to post in the IC now.

[Xhala]

Will there be a posting order?

[Nytefall]

not really but try to give people time i would say wait two post between posting

[Hawlin]

@Nytefall
Raidcal. I just put 'subject to change' as to say that I was willing to make changes if something didn't work with the rp.