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Cardinal Xavier's Hex-Men

Ah, screw it. I've honestly lost interest in this RP anyways.

The Marauders

Sorry for the clunkiness of that post... I didn't see Kyelin's post until after I posted mine, and it's nigh-impossible to edit posts on this phone...

Ashes... Ashes... We all fall down...

Cool. I wouldn't count on this actually taking off, though.

The Marauders

Wrenchie slowly turned to look at Ace, his glaring red eye staring deep into the mans eyes. After a brief moment, the lens changed to a soft green color, and he began to speak, his voice accented with a sharp, lilting tone.

"I can strip down shuttle. No problem. Can you fly ship with no wings?" He asked in response, having a bit of trouble speaking in English, as it was such an unfamiliar language. Turning to address Nafi, he added- "Any help would be thanked." As he spoke, Ubatokk pulled up a diagram of the ship within his machinery, going through the process of removing the wings and fins mentally, so as to have a plan beforehand.

Wrenchie looked back up at the pilot. He didn't know this man well, and tried to recall if they had actually worked together in the past. A brier moment of thinking, and Ubatokk realized that he sat alone in the engine room so often, he barely knew any of the people he had worked with. Still, rather than casting any hasty judgments, Ubatokk decided that he could trust this pilot. It wasn't just anyone who could join the Marauders, after all.

Ubatokk stood up, partially relying on his wrench for support. Bowing his head slightly, he let out a mechanical hiss, before stating- "I will prepare ship. Need time to remove wings." He said, disappointed in the rather primitive sentences that he formed. Slowly, he trudged away, the clatter of noise that accompanied him springing back to life. He stepped out of the room, hesitating in the doorway.

"Ace, is it?" He asked, looking at the pilot, trying to remember if that was what the captain had called the pilot. "Come. The work shall go faster with three. You require knowledge of what you fly, no?" He asked, the mechanical canister serving as a head rotating 180 degrees to look at him. Beneath the suit, Ubatokk laid, a small creature, barley half the size of his suit.

Cardinal Xavier's Hex-Men

I beat him to beating me to it.
I called dibs first page, but as I said, things came up.

Tales of Tenint - Fires of Chaos

Name:
Yithare Yithurru

Race:
Human

Age:
41

Gender:
Male

Faction:
*technically* he could be called a Freelancer, though he is property of the Inquisition.

Bio:
Born into a small cult of Fire Worshipers, Yithare's life was one of dark sorcery. Forced into the 'family business', YIthare was trained in the occult arts of black magic. Though unwilling, he soon came to be well versed in the magic of his people. In his small clan of worshipers, he rose the ladder of power, soon becoming one of the most powerful among their ranks.

However, peace was not something aplenty for their cult. Witch hunters were a viable threat, and rampant. However, when the Inquisition attacked, no one expected it. The tribe was wiped out, putting up nearly no resistance. Despite their sheer power derived from their magic, the skilled men were in no way new to beating down magical opposition.

Despite how quickly they were wiped out, Yithare refused to go down without a fight, standing off against the enemy forces alone. It was not long before he fell to the overwhelming might of his opposition. Before he was executed, a high ranked official spared his life, under the circumstance that he be chained up, and used as leverage against the otherwise unknown forces they were pit up against. And so, his magical power removed, Yithare was enlisted in the great witch hunt.

Skills:
He knows plenty about magic, having years of experience with it. Though he does retain trace amounts of skill in the making of potions, his true magical prowess lies in the summoning of demons, and commanding them to do his will. Due to him being born as a normal human, rather than a mage, he has less magical energy that others, and must often resort to using the magical energy stored in his mask. He has a vast knowledge of worldly affairs.

Equipment:
He carries with him various herbs and other magical items.

Mask

Upon his face is a mask, within which the soul of a demon has been trapped, to serve as a pool of magical energy.

Cardinal Xavier's Hex-Men

Christian Name:
Caleb Walker

True Name:
Smoke

From:
Germany

Powers:
He is capable of teleportation, only within line-of-sight.
He also has a prehensile tail, though that may be considered a disfigurement.

Pros:
He is skilled in swordfighting, as well as acrobatics.

Cons:
He receives major amounts of grief for his discolored skin. He can rarely go anywhere without suffering verbal and physical abuse. If he gets too emotional, his teleportation gets glitchy, often sending him random places.

Virtue:

Vice:

Favored weapon:
He prefers to fight with his dual rapiers, as he has trained with them for years.

Favored profession:
As few would dare to work with an abomination such as him, he has been reduced to using his skills to steal a living from those unfortunate enough to be his target.

Brief bio:

Sorry, it's still a WIP. I've been busy with other things, and something has come up. I just thought that I would leave it as a placeholder really quickly.

[HighCas] Project: Vigilante ~ Welcome to Puriel (Hired Heroes RP)

Maybe this is just my mobile device, but it doesn't appear to display my theme song on the OP.
In other news, FIRST BLOOD.

Tales of Tenint - Fires of Chaos

~interested

[HighCas] Project: Vigilante ~ Welcome to Puriel (Hired Heroes RP)

Disguise? Nah. She isn't the kind to wear a disguise. She's the kind to stare you straight in the eyes as she carves you open like a thanksgiving turkey.
Anyways, that is *kind of* the idea behind her character. That being, Puriel knows that she is a loose cannon, but keeps her on a short leash, due to her potential. She has given up being quite so... Brutal, but her past gives her quite a reputation.