Azariel

Starwars Rise of the Dark Empire

CS:
Name: Haggen Bonneggan
Age: 27
character: sith/dark-side acolyte [Emperor's hand(in training?)]
Apperance: shoulder-length black hair, worn straight and loose, blue eyes ringed in red, pale skin, medium height, medium build, small scar at the left corner of his mouth in a vertical line, so it looks as though he's perpetually smirking, usually seen in simple flight suits with leather boots and vest or jacket, As a spy, he is a master of disguise and has a great many outfits and methods of altering his appearance as the mission may require, but the flight suits are his preferred look, as they're just comfy, utilitarian, and just pervasive enough not to attract undue attention.
Faction: Empire
Weapon: Lightsaber-red colored synth-crystal, Vibro-knife, unarmed combat [Teras Kasi]
Force powers: Force Grip; Force Jump
Bio: Orphaned at a young age when his parents had the bad luck of being force-sensitive, but not powerful enough to be Jedi were instead lowly farmers, died when bandits moved into their home, evicting the current tenants with blaster fire while he was out with his friends. When the newly-minted Storm Troopers came through to deal with the bandits, they torched the entire farm, and, discovering the boy's exceptional force-sensitivity, he was collected and brought to Palpatine's secret training facility. Trained in the arts of espionage, assassination, subterfuge and sabotage as well as the Dark Side and various forms of both armed and unarmed combat, honed over the next two decades into one of the living weapons of the Sith Emperor Palpatine's Hands, a dark force that moves behind the scenes and operates from the shadows to see that the absolute will of the Emperor is carried out at all costs.

Starwars Rise of the Dark Empire

hmm... think we have room for another dark-side acolyte? perhaps i could be a hand of the emperor?

Camp Halfblood: Return of Heroes (Revival of Jul's RP)

A thought occurred to Mal that was so distressing he voiced it right away. "And let's not forget that if there's an issue with the Mist, mortals might start seeing through it, and find that all those things that go bump in the night are actually there. Imagine the panic. How would the mortal governments respond? I mean," he paused to cough into his fist, and clap the head of Ares cabin on the back. "No pressure, guys. I'm sure you guys got this." He tried giving a hearty thumbs-up of encouragement, as if his ADHD-addled mind hadn't just jumped off the deep end into conspiracy-theory land. Besides, it's only paranoia if the things hunting you aren't -actually- real, right? Sometimes, he really hated technicalities.

Camp Halfblood: Return of Heroes (Revival of Jul's RP)

Mal watched frozen as Seth and Adrian fought. He would have stepped in, as Brooke had, -he even had his own ideas about helping them have a go at one another by slamming their skulls together, as they seemed so intent on butting heads...- but two things he'd always known about his particular skill set. Magic and technology didn't mesh easily in the best of conditions, and with Hecate M.I.A., the best of conditions would be scarce to find, thus, he stayed out of it. The second thing he knew was that as great as he was with machines, he was clueless about people. which was probably why he only raised an eyebrow when the new kid, Jason or other, lifted up a sword that shot lightning, said it was a gift from his dad, but seemed genuinely surprised to learn Zeus was his patron deity. Mostly the kid seemed okay, though. Mal decided to give him an honest shot, part of which entailed forgiving little quirks.

Stepping forward to stand at Brooke's side, he muttered just loud enough for her to hear, "Great teamwork these two are exhibiting. Hecate may be screwed." He thought for a second. "Wait, Fighter, Black Mage, White Mage. Any body else picking up an 8-Bit Theatre joke or two from this quest line-up?"

Camp Halfblood: Return of Heroes (Revival of Jul's RP)

hey, all!

Kaithas, i do try to avoid god-moding or glory-hounding. just think of me as the guy here to make everyone else's jobs that much easier. :D

that being said, let's all have a blast with this thing, right?

Camp Halfblood: Return of Heroes (Revival of Jul's RP)

sorry if i should have waited to be approved before posting, but i couldn't resist!

Camp Halfblood: Return of Heroes (Revival of Jul's RP)

Name: Malcolm Randal Smith
Age: 16
Picture (Realistic Preferred):
Godly Parent: Haphaestus[Vulcan]
Years at Camp: 4
Weaponry: Hammer, sledge/maul [and maybe an automaton bronze dragon the size of a cat? nothing like Festus to be sure, but he does come equipped with an internal wifi hot spot!]
Fatal Flaw: kind-hearted
Special Abilities (Limited to 2): can intuit mechanical constructs, and read blueprints and schematics with an almost psionic clairity. -'ll leavi it up to the gm's if he can also have fire powers, which would be a fun addition, but the lack of them wouldn't break the character's appeal for me.]
Other (Background information, etc.): Raised on the rez by his grandfather, as his mother had died in childbirth, Mal earned his keep in Grampa Ironhand's mechanic shop by turning out the rare and discontinued parts for all the old, beaten down models that seemed to be all the natives could afford on the old lathe and mill he'd kept in the back. When the boy was 11, a stranger with a limp came to speak with the Old Man, and a week later, Arrangements were made to send Mal off to some crazy summer camp... or so he thought.

Camp Halfblood: Return of Heroes (Revival of Jul's RP)

Late to the party as always, Mal, son of Haphaestus, who had been spending countless hours day and night tinkering in the workshop under the cabin, was pulled from that delicious toil by a series of happenings, all of them auditory in nature. First, His cabin mate and half-sister, Kellen's screams, -he stretched a blanket over her woven with celestial bronze wires that generated a soothing heat and, with some help from the cabin of the children of the god of sleep, blessed the fabric itself with enough Mist to ease even her troubled slumbers. He'd placed it around her shoulders after easing her into a seated position, advising her not to close her eyes, but also not to remove it until she felt she could face the day on her own strength. the next disturbance was the lightning bolt that rent the clear morning sky. He knew his Father's handiwork anywhere, that bolt had 'straight from the hand of Mr.-I'll-stuff-a-lightning bolt-up-your-nose himself' written on it, and everyone knew who crafted those mighty weapons for the deity. But with Camp Half Blood's mystically blessed weather, such a thing, as Chiron had undoubtedly said, was improbably, and it's occurrance had some sort of grave underpinnings. And speaking of that old horse-man, he's calling an assembly at the big house. Third incident. He'd intended to get there quicker, he really did, but there was a grove of Naiads and Nymphs along the way, and well, he was distracted. but get there he did, in time to hear the tail end of what had been said so far, which was enough to puzzle out the rest from what he'd already surmised himself as he stepped into the crowd of campers, hoping Kellen would make an appearance herself before too much longer.

Dragon RP, anyone?

so, can my dragon be cool and have onyx scales?