Athinar

Of Blood And Steel: A Savage Earth Roleplay

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Endless

The Silver Champion

_{Andrea Albane, The Silver Champion | 24 | Human}

_{A P P E A R A N C E :}

Underneath her shining armor, the Silver Champion is a beautiful, athletic woman. Make no mistake, however. In her storm-grey eyes, lies a steel that cuts through all deception, and a canniness that will trap you, if you are not careful. Covered in scars, and toned to a fighting build, Andrea is visibly a fighter, outside of her armor.

Face

M I N D :

Andrea lives for one thing. The thrill of combat, the constant taste of death on the tip of her tongue, to see blood be spilt, preferably by her hand. It matters not whether it is in a duel or in war, so long as she clashes against another with the intent to kill, she is content.

Despite this, she is not wholly unreasonable, and will obey commands given to her by her superiors, if only to be ensured a place in a battle. A product of her mindset, she only truly respectful to those that have proven themselves as strong, if not stronger than her.

_{H I S T O R Y:}

Andrea's family history is that of violence and blood. From cutthroat pirates they came, forming a raider-kingdom in ancient days that quickly fell, due to their violent nature becoming too much of a threat to everyone. After centuries of wandering as barbarian nomads, they were hired by a noble house as personal mercenaries, and the tradition of Albanes being the Champions of the nobility began.

Andrea, herself, was raised in secret, trained in the arts of combat and war, and then was sent as part of the plot to challenge opponents of the Hand's ascension, and kill them in duels. She proved herself capable, and was promised a spot in the Legion, which called to her.

After all, what is life for, if not for dying?

_{M O D U S O P R E R A N D I:}

Murder. Not fighting, murder. When going up against the fierce Champion, it is not so much a fight as a slaughter. Trained in combat with many weapons, Andrea is practically a walking arsenal, but she generally goes into battle with her longsword. She's a front-line duelist, meant for taking out any important targets she sees, as well as handling anyone who gets between her and her target.

_{O P I N I O N S O N O T H E R S}

Arthur Wick: The Albanes have always been in the same circles as the Wicks, although they have had a rocky relationship at times, due to their different duties and viewpoints. This doesn't stop Andrea from admiring Arthur Wick as one of her few heroes, however. He is one of the few people that ever beat her in a duel, although she is much stronger now, and looks forward to testing her might against him.

Myaenthar'Sul: To be honest, Andrea hasn't much of an opinion on the Kobold. She doesn't pay much attention to him, which is most likely in the Kobold's best interest. She wouldn't have much patience for him if he did attract her attention.

Reika: Andrea thinks highly of him. She's heard of his accomplishments, and finds him a worthy comrade. A bit odd at times, for he refuses to become the warrior he could be, but she respects him anyways.

Magatha Toil: The Godling is necessary. Otherwise, why would she be in the Legion? Of course, Andrea doesn't have that high of an opinion of her, skulking about like a thief, and relying on poison, the coward's weapon. She doesn't avoid Magatha per se, but she always manages to be somewhere else when Magatha is around, and that suits her just fine.

Aeudla Vesnat: Doesn't like her all that much. She's handy with a bow, but that's it. A bit too snooty and la-di-da for Andrea's taste, anyways.

Endless

Workin' on a CS now.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

An Average Day

Just a Guy

No one Special

Average Joe

Nicholas Church

Alias: November
Speech Color: MediumSlateBlue
Character Alignment: Hero
Identity: Known to the LHPD and S.T.R.I.K.E., as well as the US Navy and the criminal underworld.
Character Personality: Soft-spoken and friendly, normally, but when riled, becomes gruff and terse.
Uniform/costume: He wears suits.

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Origin Info/Details:

Nicholas Church was an all-American kid. Played football in the backyard with his friends, learned to shoot from his father, and joined the Boy Scouts as soon as he could. Born to Lionel Church and Tabitha Ferguson-Church in 1981, in the suburban town of Whitechapel, Pennsylvania, he had a happy life.

Getting scholarships, he went to Penn State for football, and graduated cum laude in his class. Then, September 11th came. After that fateful day, Nick Church was caught up in the patriotic fervor sweeping the nation, and joined the Navy SEALs.

Going on covert missions of all stripes, Nick finished his tour, and came back home, proud to have served his country. Settling down, he joined the LHPD, and in Lost Haven, he met the love of his life, Carol Winters.

She was an EMT, and they first met at the Lost Haven Emergency Services Christmas Gala. It was less than a year before they were married. Living happily for several years, they had Abigail in 2005, and everything seemed fine, until November of the same year.

One fateful day, Nick got the call that his wife was hospitalized. She was making a deposit at the bank, and a masked man held up the place, with strange powers. Carol tried to stop him, and the man blasted her with fire. She was badly burned, but the robber was horrified, and gave himself up. Rushing to the hospital, Nick came in just in time to see her die on the operating table.

Nick was crushed, but he tried to stay strong for their daughter. Quitting the force, he became a bounty hunter, giving him more time to spend with his daughter. When she was six, he began to notice something strange. She was stronger, and tougher than any six-year-old had any right to be. Testing this out carefully, he soon learned that she was super-strong, and insanely resistant to damage. Abigail, quite frankly, was delighted when she found out. She was a superhero! But her father less happy. This would make people come after her. Bad people.

Keeping her abilities secret, he tried to keep up their normal life, but when she reported to him that she saw a suited man with black sunglasses following her home from school, he knew that the game was up. Quitting his job, again, and breaking out the old equipment, he prepared for what he knew was coming.

A storm was on its' way. But he would protect his little girl from anything. No matter what he had to do.
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Hero Type:Normal/Gunman
Power Level: Street
Powers:

(Unknown to him) Minor Healing Factor: Nick has a minor healing factor that works slowly, comparative to other heroes with more powerful healing factors. This allows him to take slightly more damage than a normal human would be able to, and be ready for action quicker after injuring himself.

Attributes:

Age: 36
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 178 lb.
Strength Level: Athletic Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Quick Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 Hours due to training
Agility: Agile Normal Human
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources: Large (Mostly weapons, but quite a bit of cash left over from his pay as a SEAL.)
Weaknesses: He's just a man, albeit a deadly one.

Supporting Characters:

Abigail Church: His 13-year old daughter. Is a powerful metahuman, with super-strength and superhuman durability.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yep.

Sample Post:

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@Athinar

Hey. YOu should look into maffia killing, I heard it is the future of vigilantism. Especially when it comes to ending mobwars~~

@Hellis

Yeah, that's my goal. Watch out gangsters, Nick Church is here!

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Hey, whaddaya know, it's me. Hoping to make a Street level guy.

An Average Day

Just a Guy

No one Special

Average Joe

Nicholas Church

Alias: November
Speech Color: MediumSlateBlue
Character Alignment: Hero/Walking the Line
Identity: Known to the LHPD and S.T.R.I.K.E., as well as the US Navy and the criminal underworld.
Character Personality: Soft-spoken and friendly, normally, but when riled, becomes gruff and terse.
Uniform/costume: He wears suits.

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Origin Info/Details:

Nicholas Church was an all-American kid. Played football in the backyard with his friends, learned to shoot from his father, and joined the Boy Scouts as soon as he could. Born to Lionel Church and Tabitha Ferguson-Church in 1981, in the suburban town of Whitechapel, Pennsylvania, he had a happy life.

Getting scholarships, he went to Penn State for football, and graduated cum laude in his class. Then, September 11th came. After that fateful day, Nick Church was caught up in the patriotic fervor sweeping the nation, and joined the Navy SEALs.

Going on covert missions of all stripes, Nick finished his tour, and came back home, proud to have served his country. Settling down, he joined the LHPD, and in Lost Haven, he met the love of his life, Carol Winters.

She was an EMT, and they first met at the Lost Haven Emergency Services Christmas Gala. It was less than a year before they were married. Living happily for several years, they had Abigail in 2005, and everything seemed fine, until November of the same year.

One fateful day, Nick got the call that his wife was hospitalized. She was making a deposit at the bank, and a masked man held up the place, with strange powers. Carol tried to stop him, and the man blasted her with fire. She was badly burned, but the robber was horrified, and gave himself up. Rushing to the hospital, Nick came in just in time to see her die on the operating table.

Nick was crushed, but he tried to stay strong for their daughter. Quitting the force, he became a bounty hunter, giving him more time to spend with his daughter. When she was six, he began to notice something strange. She was stronger, and tougher than any six-year-old had any right to be. Testing this out carefully, he soon learned that she was super-strong, and insanely resistant to damage. Abigail, quite frankly, was delighted when she found out. She was a superhero! But her father less happy. This would make people come after her. Bad people.

Keeping her abilities secret, he tried to keep up their normal life, but when she reported to him that she saw a suited man with black sunglasses following her home from school, he knew that the game was up. Quitting his job, again, and breaking out the old equipment, he prepared for what he knew was coming.

A storm was on its' way. But he would protect his little girl from anything. No matter what he had to do.
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Hero Type:Normal/Gunman
Power Level: Street
Powers:

(Unknown to him) Minor Healing Factor: Nick has a minor healing factor that works slowly, comparative to other heroes with more powerful healing factors. This allows him to take slightly more damage than a normal human would be able to, and be ready for action quicker after injuring himself.

Attributes:

Age: 36
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 178 lb.
Strength Level: Athletic Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Quick Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 Hours due to training
Agility: Agile Normal Human
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources: Large (Mostly weapons, but quite a bit of cash left over from his pay as a SEAL.)
Weaknesses: He's just a man, albeit a deadly one.

Supporting Characters:

Abigail Church: His 13-year old daughter. Is a powerful metahuman, with super-strength and superhuman durability.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yep.

Sample Post:

1:05 AM

"This the place?"

In a car, two men in black clothing sit, staring at a darkened two-story house. The lawn is manicured, and a winding concrete path leads to the front door. At the end of the path, a white door waits, surrounded by brick. A metal plate at eye-height, to the right of the door marks the house as 4359 Sunset Avenue.

The passenger, a wiry man with a wispy pencil mustache squints, looking at the address, and nods. "Yeah, we're here. Pretty ritzy place."

Putting on gloves and a balaclava, the driver, a thick-jawed man with a buzz cut and five-o-clock shadow, grunts. "Yeah, yeah, it's nice. Bet it has some good shit, too. You know why the boss wants us to break in?"

The second man nods. "Some girl. Probably a meta, with all this weird crap going on, recently." Pulling on a matching balaclava and gloves, the passenger steps out of the car. "To be honest, I couldn't care about the situation. We're getting paid a lot, we take the job."

Chuckling, the driver steps out of the car, shutting the door behind him quietly. "That's good. Wouldn't want ya to go chickenshit on me, now."

Creeping around the back, the two burglars tread quietly across the lawn, heading to a sliding glass door around back. Hefting a tire iron he brought from the car, the bigger man smashes the window, and reaching inside, unlocks the glass door, sliding it open.

Looking to his companion, who raises a handgun and nods, the big man creeps inside, taking the lead.

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Glass shatters, somewhere. A break in. Nicholas wakes with a start, rolling out of bed quickly. Opening his night-stand's drawer, he pulls a handgun from within. Rushing to his bedroom's door, he opens it slightly, peeking out into the upstairs hallway.

Two shadowy figures, one bulky, one lanky. Both headed down the hall, to Abigail's room. They're coming to take her.

Nostrils flaring, Nick grimaces with anger. He won't let that happen.

Stepping out into the hallway, he creeps behind the men, stepping softly. As they reach the door to his daughter's room, he is upon them. Grabbing the scrawny one, and pulling him into a chokehold, he aims his gun at the bigger man.

"Unless you want a bullet between your eyes, drop the weapon, and get on the ground."

Turning around slowly, the big man drops the tire iron. Raising his hands in the air, he looks at Nick, glaring. His friend flailing in Nick's grip, he can do nothing but comply, getting on his knees, hands behind his head.

[WRITING PAUSED]

Endless: A Tale of Villainy

Recently got some free time in my schedule. Might look into this. You've got my interest.

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

I GOT THIS

Sorry m9s. Holidays and all that

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

Randy Jones

When Randy appeared in the street-side parking lot, in front of the vintage car, he took one glance and sighed in appreciation. "1939 Pierce-Arrow. Good choice. Was commissioned to men of wealth and taste. Quite roomy as well, for cars of its' time. I almost wish you hadn't picked it, Charlie. I'm not a burglar, ya know, so I'mma have to go the direct route to open the car."

Still a bit down about what he had to do, Randy looked around for a suitable tool, and finding a chunk of concrete the size of his fist, hefted it. "I'm sorry, you beautiful, beautiful vehicle. I didn't want to do this." Smashing the chunk of concrete into the window, Randy looked away, covering his face with his other hand as glass shards flew towards him. Dropping the chunk of concrete, Randy reached through the now-broken pane of glass, and unlocked the door from the inside. Opening the door, Randy cringed as the glass crunched underfoot.

Sitting in the front seat, Randy removed the panel under the steering column, and working quickly, before anyone nearby could investigate the sound of shattering glass, Randy hotwired the classic car, driving off in a peal of rubber, surprised at the get-up-and-go the classic car had. Owner must've replaced the engine.

Wind blowing through his hair, Randy drove off towards his objective.

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

@Dynamo FrokaneI'm still here, I just briefly died