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I'm composing my introductory post.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
This was my concept.
Name: Benjamin R. O'Connor/The Wraith
Age: 35
Gender:Male
Appearance:
NOTE: The costume contains the strap/shoulder-breastplate, not the quiver.
Under the hood and mask, Ben is a tall, well built young man with close cropped black hair . From the neck to his hips, and shoulder to fingertips, he is riddled with scars, and his face bears slices from forehead to jawline on the right side, as well as a scar from the tip of his lips to the middle of his cheek on the right side held in place by surgical sutures.
Personality: Calm, and dark. He is at times, possessive of a dark sense of humor, but is eerily calm in combat. Has a temper though. During times when he must use torture, he is sadistic, and apathetic towards the subject.
Skills: Hand to hand combat (Master): Extremely adept in combat, to the point of being able to analyze and pinpoint weaknesses and strengths in opposing combat strategies instantaneously and adapt accordingly.
Tactical Analysis: Ben is capable of analyzing complex combat strategies, including fighting at least two people simultaneously, in his head instantaneously.
Master Torturer: Knows how to exact maximum amount of pain and agony on a victim while keeping them alive as long as possibleAbilities: None. He is a normal Human.
Equipment: None.
Brief Backstory:Not much is known of his early life, but what is known is this: Ben was born in South Carolina, raised an orphan. As a child, he was very outwardly angry, and often struck out wards at other kids who bullied him. His rage at his situation would lead him to where he is today, as one day, The Wraith was watching him as a prospective protégée, the exact reasons and circumstances for which are unknown. What is known, however, is that he was adopted by his mentor at the age of five, and trained from that day forward into the master combatant he is today. However, how he gained his scars, is unknown.
When the Wraith took him in, he explained what the Mantle of the Wraith meant, and what it was. The mantle was created nearly five centuries ago by an Arabic assassin who broke free from the bonds of the order of assassins who worshipped hashish. He struck out on his own, wandering, bereft of purpose, until he saw what he could really do. Assassins like himself, masters of empty handed combat, could be ghosts, shapers of history, create their own purpose. So he created the mantle, and from generation to generation, the mantle has been passed to those deemed worthy, to those ready to forge their own purpose for the mantle.
Ben had a fire in him, and his master taught him to temper it, taught him the ways of empty handed combat honed over five centuries. He taught Ben to temper the rage, and use it to keep a clear head. Eventually, the master gave all his knowledge and passed the torch. Ben, in turn, made his master's passing painless. Turning his attention to the Superhuman situation in America, having spent his training in London and abroad, Ben heads home.
Name: Benjamin R. O'Connor/The Wraith
Age: 35
Gender:Male
Appearance:
NOTE: The costume contains the strap/shoulder-breastplate, not the quiver.
Under the hood and mask, Ben is a tall, well built young man with close cropped black hair . From the neck to his hips, and shoulder to fingertips, he is riddled with scars, and his face bears slices from forehead to jawline on the right side, as well as a scar from the tip of his lips to the middle of his cheek on the right side held in place by surgical sutures.
Personality: Calm, and dark. He is at times, possessive of a dark sense of humor, but is eerily calm in combat. Has a temper though. During times when he must use torture, he is sadistic, and apathetic towards the subject.
Skills: Hand to hand combat (Master): Extremely adept in combat, to the point of being able to analyze and pinpoint weaknesses and strengths in opposing combat strategies instantaneously and adapt accordingly.
Tactical Analysis: Ben is capable of analyzing complex combat strategies, including fighting at least two people simultaneously, in his head instantaneously.
Master Torturer: Knows how to exact maximum amount of pain and agony on a victim while keeping them alive as long as possibleAbilities: None. He is a normal Human.
Equipment: None.
Brief Backstory:Not much is known of his early life, but what is known is this: Ben was born in South Carolina, raised an orphan. As a child, he was very outwardly angry, and often struck out wards at other kids who bullied him. His rage at his situation would lead him to where he is today, as one day, The Wraith was watching him as a prospective protégée, the exact reasons and circumstances for which are unknown. What is known, however, is that he was adopted by his mentor at the age of five, and trained from that day forward into the master combatant he is today. However, how he gained his scars, is unknown.
When the Wraith took him in, he explained what the Mantle of the Wraith meant, and what it was. The mantle was created nearly five centuries ago by an Arabic assassin who broke free from the bonds of the order of assassins who worshipped hashish. He struck out on his own, wandering, bereft of purpose, until he saw what he could really do. Assassins like himself, masters of empty handed combat, could be ghosts, shapers of history, create their own purpose. So he created the mantle, and from generation to generation, the mantle has been passed to those deemed worthy, to those ready to forge their own purpose for the mantle.
Ben had a fire in him, and his master taught him to temper it, taught him the ways of empty handed combat honed over five centuries. He taught Ben to temper the rage, and use it to keep a clear head. Eventually, the master gave all his knowledge and passed the torch. Ben, in turn, made his master's passing painless. Turning his attention to the Superhuman situation in America, having spent his training in London and abroad, Ben heads home.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I'm interested. I even have a character concept. However, said concept is inspired by DC's Richard Dragon, and Rā's al Ghūl. He is very dangerous, and more of an antihero really.
I'm interested, and I'd like to do a flash style character. However, I'd like for him to be more closely related to Eobard Thawne(Reverse Flash during Barry's days) and have to deal with that.
Grant post edited.
Sure. It's done.
“You’re wrong brother, it’s not your mask anymore, it’s mine…”
Grant exhaled and cracked his neck rather loudly.
Sable.
As he did so, the sound of a hammer being pulled back followed by the click of a round entering the chamber hit his ears. Odd. I thought she was with the Blue lantern Corps. Unless it's a construct. Deep in his musing, he looked across at Tyran and Lady Steel. The cyborg was in full combat mode, and were he not already unable to move, the cyborg would certainly pose a formidable threat. The woman beside him, the one encasing herself in metal, was another interesting variable. She looked as if she could handle herself, and he wasn't sure what kind of metal it was she used. Therefore, he wasn't certain his sword could even scratch, let alone cut her.
The real, much more immediate problem was his sister. Though he was stronger than her, the two were on a par in speed and reaction timing. She could easily put a bullet in him before he could even reach for his sword. Strength counted for very little facing off against someone like his sister, someone with whom he was evenly matched. Of course there were the differences between their chosen styles-he with the sword, she with the gun-but that was what gave her the advantage at the moment, even if she was within his range. She didn't have to even be close to kill him, were killing what she wanted to do.
If She wanted me dead, she would've already pulled the trigger.
It was puzzling to him, really. What was her motivation for this? Mind control? Sudden changes of heart and modus operandi don't just happen, and if they did, they were planned. Either way, he couldn't know for sure unless she told him. All this thinking boiled down to two things: One, he was trapped, unable to react, and two, even were he to react, there were two other people he had to deal with, their exact combat abilities unknown.
That made him uncomfortable.
Slowly, he brought his hands up, lacing them together behind his head.
"Sable. What the hell is going on?"
Grant exhaled and cracked his neck rather loudly.
Sable.
As he did so, the sound of a hammer being pulled back followed by the click of a round entering the chamber hit his ears. Odd. I thought she was with the Blue lantern Corps. Unless it's a construct. Deep in his musing, he looked across at Tyran and Lady Steel. The cyborg was in full combat mode, and were he not already unable to move, the cyborg would certainly pose a formidable threat. The woman beside him, the one encasing herself in metal, was another interesting variable. She looked as if she could handle herself, and he wasn't sure what kind of metal it was she used. Therefore, he wasn't certain his sword could even scratch, let alone cut her.
The real, much more immediate problem was his sister. Though he was stronger than her, the two were on a par in speed and reaction timing. She could easily put a bullet in him before he could even reach for his sword. Strength counted for very little facing off against someone like his sister, someone with whom he was evenly matched. Of course there were the differences between their chosen styles-he with the sword, she with the gun-but that was what gave her the advantage at the moment, even if she was within his range. She didn't have to even be close to kill him, were killing what she wanted to do.
If She wanted me dead, she would've already pulled the trigger.
It was puzzling to him, really. What was her motivation for this? Mind control? Sudden changes of heart and modus operandi don't just happen, and if they did, they were planned. Either way, he couldn't know for sure unless she told him. All this thinking boiled down to two things: One, he was trapped, unable to react, and two, even were he to react, there were two other people he had to deal with, their exact combat abilities unknown.
That made him uncomfortable.
Slowly, he brought his hands up, lacing them together behind his head.
"Sable. What the hell is going on?"
Check your PMs Stry!
It works if you work it.
Reaper said
I'll make your mind slip right out of your skull.
I am not sure if that was meant to be dirty or threatening.
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