Diabolic

Krrstria

@Resentment Fray

This Imperial character Wolf was investigating decreased in speed, in an instant he was behind the figure as they shot ahead. He turned, still moving through the forest, They were powering some sort of device, the shrill voice of machine nearly took Wolf. He made a quick and effective recover from a telekinetic wave in all directions. Just enough to cease the pitch of their technology of which he was oblivious.

He locked his zweihander on a coupled sheath on his back, crossing his arms and leaning forward as the Imperial darted at the tree below him, shattering the bark where the, what was now believed to be a weapon, had stricken the base.

The mighty tree fell and with it, The Wolf of Swyn as he placed his weight on it's face. Mid-fall he pulled his sword back around to his front, angled the hilt downward, bringing the tip upwards towards the ground as he fell face first. Before his blade dented the ground, he planted his feet on the guard, his sword absorbed most of the impact as he was curled up at the end. When the tree had fallen dust was pulled upwards in a swift curl, this would obstruct the vision of any onlookers. As it settled, The Slate Knight was perched atop the blade, like a bird of prey ready to dive a pestering rodent.

He constrained an emotionless sigh from behind his iron mask.

"mm..."

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

My Hider

Name: Cyprian Lievremont

Race: Half Elf

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: Cyprian has mana streaks throughout his porcelain skin, they change color and intensity based on his overall usage of magic, it's purposes or frequency. He has short, messy, brown hair. though not visible mostly under his hood. He is tall, but built well for his size. Being a half elf, it is hard to notice because he was never born with signature elf ears, his nose or his chin are the only vague indicators.



Clothing/Armor: Thin underarmor, white or off-white tabards with a black or brown, sleeved mantle. His alignment will affect his gear as much as it affects his skin. His mantle is made of leather hide, it can protect against minor cuts and scrapes. The runes that decorate his armor will also protect him from minor magical damage, it will not however protect against magical weaponry anymore than it will defend against cuts.
Other: His magic mantle has a mind of its own, he can speak to and attempt to persuade Cyprian, but doesn't force him to do anything. His name is Seath.

Weapons: He typically uses a standard military sword, but can shape his clothing into weaponry and armor for short periods at a time, while he is recovering some of his magic the sword comes in handy.




Alignment: Neutral

Skills/Abilities: Being a magical tailor, he can craft, sew, and size clothing almost at will with the proper materials being close to him.

Magic: The runes that cover his gear give him the power to cast spells and use his abilities, he isn't completely powerless without them, but he cannot use spells in rapid succession, it could be potentially fatal or he may pass out. The most frequent form of magic that he uses is some kind of magical whip, or thread that he can use to grab enemies, throw things, or use to swipe at people. The thread like streams of mana protrude from various points on his body, from mana scars that decorate his skin, to the seams of his clothing. He can morph his clothing into a shield, sword, or armor. The armor ability only works for a couple second as to absorb a certain blow, and it is not impenetrable, he is unsure just how protective the armor is but so far has been able to block basic magics, and certain types of blades.

Backstory: Cyprian remembers almost nothing from his early life, his earliest memory in fact is a recent one, he woke up in a cabin. Perhaps his former home, perhaps not. Suppose he was completely plastered, or perhaps he was in a coma. Having remembered almost nothing except for his profession, tailoring, he continued to do so with his new freedom. He spend a couple years tailoring in a small town south of the Isle until it was being raided one night, the town's guards were few or had already been killed. He took up arms to protect a family in trouble, their house burning and they had been boarded up inside. Cyprian attacked the bandits, taking down one and then he was ambushed from all directions. One bandit swung an ax near his shoulder, he closed his eyes to accept his fate but after some seconds he felt nothing. He opened his eyes and the bandit had ran away scared, he turned around and noticed a man kneeled before him. The man suddenly slid apart in all direction as if a razor sharp net had been pulled over him. Cyprian fell to his knees suddenly as waves of magical threads and energy was absorbed into his body, filling him with vigor. His skin formed scars and veins all over, glowing with intensely. His tabard formed a mantle on his shoulders, hooded; it covered his face as well. Inside his armor, he heard a voice.

"I wake, and in mine I shall leave ruin" Cyprian fought the voice in his head, telling him to commit monstrous crimes, to finally feed his previously comatose magic. Threads of life unravel with touch, and a power to weave magical cloth and armor.

Star wars: The End of an Era

@Nariata READ MUH PM'S LOL READ EM

Krrstria

@NoobCW can I make another character??

LWSC SIRIUS

yeah the one that some people like was the one about an alien virus aboard the ship, and the ships crew deteriorating whilst trying to take care of the problem, I got inspired by an episode of star trek lol.

And another was some secret government cargo delivery mission, and we didnt know what it was.

@Sovi3t

Star wars: The End of an Era

@mattmanganon I like that character.

Vampire Academy

Auriel was one of the last people to get off the train, he was unsure as to where he was supposed to be, being somewhat the loner he was due to his past, he was a bit shy and would almost definitely decide to wait for someone to spot him and give him a hand. However, he figured such a big place would be squandered if he didn't get the chance to see the new sites for his own eyes before orders would be given to him. He first spotted a fountain, flowing with blood it drove him crazy. Waiting in his metal box to get here was killing him enough as it is and now the site of blood. perhaps he was not permitted to drink at this time, he asked a local vendor just across the street if he had seen anyone else moving anywhere. Such a dull question to ask, of course he had, but Auriel quickly changed his question.

"Ok...I just arrived here, a little late from getting off the train. I suppose everyone else is gathering somewhere?"

He asked awkwardly, his words were off - for he needed blood.

The vendor understood finally what Auriel was trying to convey, he quickly pointed in the direction of the assembly hall where many other vampires were supposed to be present, he thanked the man and ran off towards the hall, hopeful he wouldn't be the only one there.

He flung wide the gates of the hall, (technically he just sort of opened the door, but more dramatic-like)

In a new world, in a new galaxy is an Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

@ZB1996 AFAIK based on my reading which is a little bad cuz I tend to look over certain passages on accident, we are either in Thomas' room if we missed orientation or we are taking our things to our rooms... and making our way to the Dining hall, where which pizzas materialize from thin air... I wish that was something that happened IRL

Sea of Dunes (A Mad Max / Fallout style RP)

I must say I've done a little research on some mad max stuff, and I've seen the first film. and it is kinda confusing to choose what ROLE I wanna do. any got any little tips I love fallout but this seems to be aimed a bit more towards Mad Max, which I dont have a problem with just my knowledge is little.

Sea of Dunes (A Mad Max / Fallout style RP)

WORK IN PROGRESS

[hider=My Hider]
Username: Diabolic
Name: Jathan Ventrican "Vent"
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Appearance: Jathan has dirty blonde hair, could also just be brown. Brown eyes and pale-ish skin. He has a scar on the left side of his face, from his lower eyelid to his chin, he has rough skin from months out in the desert wastes.

My Hider

Roll: Fury Rider
Equipment: A partially ripped duster, what once kept dust off of him now seems to make it stick. He has a utility belt, but with age it lost it's "utility" other than holding his pants, or a pistol perhaps. He has a homemade "gas mask" it doesn't serve too good a purpose other than hiding his face, and keeping sand out of his eyes. (It is also kind of threatening) One piece of gear that actually seems to aid him is a self created bandoleer strapped across his chest.

Weapons:

My Hider

My Hider

Vehicle: Jathan rides Harley-like shovel head tanked* race bike, no spikes, guns or anything to turn it into a screaming metal death trap.

My Hider

Magnum Opus: Jathan's Magnum Opus would be his homemade gas mask, he takes it off only when he needs to. He has more or less made himself known by it.

Biography: Born in a small desert town, Jathan had a brother, Joseph, who was killed by bandits scavenging supplies one day. Jathan then grew up mostly with just his parents in the house, he had somewhat of a normal life as they go. A man by the name of Garic taught him how to shoot, and fight hand to hand.
As he got older, conditions for the small town were growing far worse, he was old enough to help the town collect supplies, he was sent out a lot of the time by himself to look for food, water, anything of value that wasn't nailed down. Traders often enjoyed bargaining for expensive nic-nacks in exchange for weaponry or clothing.
He found a damaged bike that took some days to repair but finally managed to scrounge enough parts and learned how to build it back up. To strengthen his anonymity more-so behind his mask, he identifies as a Fury Rider.
He now travels from settlement to settlement aiding any that need assistance, he is believed to take the roll of a villain however. This is certainly not true, it does however help to strike fear into any wrongdoers.
He is seen as a protector and a knight to those he has helped, and those who have hope for the future.