El_Tigre

Operation: X-Men

Awesome! I can't wait! ^-^

Masked Vigilante RP

Hey guys, I am a bit concerned that this is moving to fast for me. Hopefully this doesn't disrupt any plans but I will be dropping out. Thank you for letting me join and I apologize for leaving.

Masked Vigilante RP

@Wilson: Thank you :)

@Anyone:
Can anyone tell me the important notes of what is going on in the IC? I am a bit stretched thin and unable to read it all. So if I can get an idea of the important details I can make a post and read the other posts bit by bit when I have time. :)

Operation: X-Men

Character has been made. >.>

Operation: X-Men [Sheets]

.~. Raven Black Hair | 5'5" | 104lbs | Pale Blue Eyes .~.

Name: Naomi Wiltman - Succubus.
Age: Twenty (20).
Mutation:
Life Force Absorption -
Naomi has the ability to absorb the life force of individuals through skin contact. The absorbed life force amplifies Naomi's natural abilities; Strength, speed, regenerative healing, mental quickness, flexibility, stamina, resilience, and memory. Though these effects are not permanent as the life force absorbed fades at a moderate pace and hastens when Naomi exerts herself. When all energy has left she is no more then a normal girl. Though she would be normal if she didn't feed she almost has to as the longer she goes without feeding on life force the hungrier she gets which has lead her to killing before against her will.

The potency of the energy Naomi takes is heavily dependent on the emotional state of the person. A higher state of emotions the more power she would get from a person in comparison to someone who is either melancholy or depressed. Thus had lead her to often take her energy from a person while intimately entangled as lust is an incredibly powerful emotion which leads to sating Naomi's hunger for a longer time; This is where she had gained the name 'Succubus'.

Absorbing enough energy from a melancholy person to leave them to weak to walk gives Naomi the increase to her body to the point of a peak performance of an Olympic Athlete. Though if she attained the same amount of energy from a person during intercourse she would become so strong as to be able to tear a light pole out of the ground with some strain. Naomi is also able to feed more and more, able to stack her increases almost indefinitely if given enough resources. If she absorbs enough energy there is no telling what she could do. Naomi has also noticed that she has a rather persuasive nature when in physical contact with someone with a weak will.

Personality:
Naomi is rather introverted and reserved. Scared more of herself then anything. She tries to keep to herself, afraid of what she might do if she gets to close to someone. Though she has the ability to control when and how much she drains someone of their energy she still fears of her hunger taking control. So she often seems rather hesitant when meeting new people or interacting in groups. Though despite this she is rather observant, constantly looking around and listening to her surroundings. Living a life on the run has lead to her to be incredibly careful and wary of dangerous situations. She has a high importance on self preservation.

Due to her high preservation she has learned to put on a mask when needed. Able to smooth talk her way out of nearly anything and hustle even the best of them. Learning to play pool, cards and other bar games with the best of them. A practiced con artist of sorts on the outside, a scared girl on the inside.

History:
Even since the beginning of her life she was introduced to death at the hands of her curse. While in the womb she fed on her own mothers life force, sip by meager sip. When Naomi began the final stages of her development in the womb was when the full effects of her power began to appear in her mother. She became more and more fatigued as the days went on, beginning to look pale with sunken eyes. In worry her father took her mother to the hospital. Concerned the doctors set her up in bed with a heavy regiment of food to hopefully bring back some of her strength. Though what they didn't realize was nutrition wasn't the cause, her very life was being absorbed with Naomi's ravenous and unquenchable hunger; the child unable to stop itself until there was nothing left.

It was only a week in the hospital before her mother became critical. The doctors were losing her mother but decided they would try and save the baby. Her father was hesitant but agreed, holding her mothers hand and crying at her side as they kept her alive long enough to extract the child. Her mother hung on long enough to see Naomi, a completely healthy baby despite its premature nature; a surprise to the doctors. Her father said when her mother saw Naomi she smiled, and then slipped away. Naomi assumed she never figured out she was the cause of her death. Despite all this her father never blamed little Naomi, named after her late mother in remembrance. Even after he learned of Naomi's mutation in her early teen years, but Naomi never knew that.

As a child Naomi got by from small, discreet feedings from the people she came in contact with, not enough for any of them to notice but just barely enough to sate her hunger. When she became of age and began to develop more mature feelings she started craving more and more. The little and nearly constant feedings were beginning to not be enough. She remained constantly hungry and always trying to keep herself in check. Though one day when her Chemistry Project Partner was over at her house. The boy began to flirt with Naomi, a young teen with raging hormones. Naomi would have stopped him if not for her enormous hunger keeping her from stopping the boy. Almost immediately after they began fooling around Naomi couldn't help herself from beginning to feed on his Life force. His Lust quickly shifted to terror unless there was no energy left. As the energy stopped flowing into her body her eyes opened to see the terrified look cemented on the boys lifeless face.

Naomi began to panic, frantically pacing back and forth in her room, hands dug into her hair as she tried to think what she would do. Eventually she decided she would run away, coming to the conclusion if anyone found out what she was and what she did not only to this boy but also to her mother she would be sent to jail or worse. Not to mention fear of seeing of her father when he found out. She quickly packed a bag, stealing her fathers jar of savings with only a couple hundred dollars in small bills. Then she left, running away and never looked back. Getting by to this day with her persuasive abilities and hustling money when she can.

OOC/Misc:

Additional Images

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- As her hunger increases or while feeding her eyes become a light lavender color.

Operation: X-Men

I might also make another character >.>;;;

Masked Vigilante RP

.:. Pale Blue Eyes | 5'6" | 117lbs | Raven Black Hair .:.

Real Name: Kinsley Jones.

Alias: Vampyr.

Age: Twenty-Six (26).

Gender: Female.

Place of Birth: Champion City.

Occupation: Law-suit Millionaire.

Physical Appearance:

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Costume:

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Skills:
-Stealth.
-Capoeira
-Mixed Martial Arts.
-Excellent knife thrower.
-Parkour/Free-running.

Equipment/Resources:
-Kevlar pieces sown across the costume.
-Assorted throwing knives.
-Smoke Pellets.
-Monocular with night vision capabilities.
-Brass Knuckles.
-Pepper bomb.

Weaknesses:
-Not physically strong.
-Not particularly good with multiple assailants.
-Having early stages of Wilson's Disease she can be a little clumsy or have mild involuntary shakes.

Base of Operation: The basement beneath her home.

Biography:
Kinsley never knew her parents, having been dropped off at the foot steps of an orphanage. The only possession she had was the small stroller and a note that was pinned to her blanket that read: "Kinsley." in elegant cursive. She still keeps the now worn and slightly faded note to this day as the only connection she has to her real parents. Growing up Kinsley was rather introverted, off to herself with her dolls and coloring books. She never grew close to any of the other children or the staff. At the age of eighteen she was kicked out of the orphanage to live on her own, taking a job at coffee place that closed before night fall; an almost required business staple in Champion City. Kinsley lived a pretty regular life to herself. Having random, short relationships that always ended from her fear of growing close to anyone. Leading her to sabotage the relationship and end it before they could abandon her; or so she believed. So to fill her free time she often started taking MMA training for self defense. Something she thought she might need while living in Champion city having already been held up several times in her young adult life.

When she was twenty-four she was at a grocery store, shopping for her weeks groceries. Out of nowhere an over head light camp free and dropped directly on the top of Kinsley head, giving her a severe concussion. She was rather in and out on her way to the hospital. She remained in the hospital for a few days to make sure she would be alright. Though one of the nurses noticed something strange. She noticed how occasionally Kinsley's hand would involuntarily shake. The nurse bringing her concerns to the doctor they asked if they could run some tests, which she agreed too. The next day the doctor came into the room with a grief counselor. She looked nervously between the two, the counselor smiling kindly as she sat on the side of the bed and took Kinsley's hand in her own. There the doctor began to explain that Kinsley had early stages of Wilson's disease.

Kinsley didn't take the news to well as they explained what exactly Wilson's disease was and what her fate would be. Later that day Kinsley received a strange visitor, a lawyer. Introducing himself he said she could make a rather sizable law-suit against the grocery for the injuries. Normally Kinsley would decline, saying it was no trouble. Though from her distress of the news she wanted someone to pay, someone to suffer like she is. Even if it were some large chain grocery store. So she agreed and so set forth the law-suit that hadn't lasted long, the store settling with Kinsley going home with nearly three million dollars.

She bought a small home in Champion City, furniture and a decent car; leaving her with plenty of money. She had all these nice things yet she was still depressed and angry with her disease. She began to drink, and drink. She drank until she no longer could care about the small trembles that shook her hand. She was like that for several months until she finally woke up in her own trash and bloody from having broke several ceramic plates. She finally decided she didn't want to live out the rest of her days like this. She wanted to leave this world with something meaningful left behind. Seeing the green skull was an inspiration for what she would do. She would clean up the streets of Champion City. And though she would never admit it, she hoped she would die while being a vigilante before her disease caught up with her and confined her to a bed.

The following year she trained and learned how to be a vigilante. Learning Capoeira and refining her skills at stealth, MMA, Knife Throwing, Parkour/Free-Running and other combat related training. She gathered a plethora of resources and gained a base of operations beneath her home in her basement. Even with all of the high end purchases she is still a small bit over one millions dollars left in cash hidden in her home.

Masked vigilante RP.

Finished character sheet. :)

Masked vigilante RP.

.:. Pale Blue Eyes | 5'6" | 117lbs | Raven Black Hair .:.

Real Name: Kinsley Jones.

Alias: Vampyr.

Age: Twenty-Six (26).

Gender: Female.

Place of Birth: Champion City.

Occupation: Law-suit Millionaire.

Physical Appearance:

Image

Costume:

Image

Skills:
-Stealth.
-Capoeira
-Mixed Martial Arts.
-Excellent knife thrower.
-Parkour/Free-running.

Equipment/Resources:
-Kevlar pieces sown across the costume.
-Assorted throwing knives.
-Smoke Pellets.
-Monocular with night vision capabilities.
-Brass Knuckles.
-Pepper bomb.

Weaknesses:
-Not physically strong.
-Not particularly good with multiple assailants.
-Having early stages of Wilson's Disease she can be a little clumsy or have mild involuntary shakes.

Base of Operation: The basement beneath her home.

Biography:
Kinsley never knew her parents, having been dropped off at the foot steps of an orphanage. The only possession she had was the small stroller and a note that was pinned to her blanket that read: "Kinsley." in elegant cursive. She still keeps the now worn and slightly faded note to this day as the only connection she has to her real parents. Growing up Kinsley was rather introverted, off to herself with her dolls and coloring books. She never grew close to any of the other children or the staff. At the age of eighteen she was kicked out of the orphanage to live on her own, taking a job at coffee place that closed before night fall; an almost required business staple in Champion City. Kinsley lived a pretty regular life to herself. Having random, short relationships that always ended from her fear of growing close to anyone. Leading her to sabotage the relationship and end it before they could abandon her; or so she believed. So to fill her free time she often started taking MMA training for self defense. Something she thought she might need while living in Champion city having already been held up several times in her young adult life.

When she was twenty-four she was at a grocery store, shopping for her weeks groceries. Out of nowhere an over head light camp free and dropped directly on the top of Kinsley head, giving her a severe concussion. She was rather in and out on her way to the hospital. She remained in the hospital for a few days to make sure she would be alright. Though one of the nurses noticed something strange. She noticed how occasionally Kinsley's hand would involuntarily shake. The nurse bringing her concerns to the doctor they asked if they could run some tests, which she agreed too. The next day the doctor came into the room with a grief counselor. She looked nervously between the two, the counselor smiling kindly as she sat on the side of the bed and took Kinsley's hand in her own. There the doctor began to explain that Kinsley had early stages of Wilson's disease.

Kinsley didn't take the news to well as they explained what exactly Wilson's disease was and what her fate would be. Later that day Kinsley received a strange visitor, a lawyer. Introducing himself he said she could make a rather sizable law-suit against the grocery for the injuries. Normally Kinsley would decline, saying it was no trouble. Though from her distress of the news she wanted someone to pay, someone to suffer like she is. Even if it were some large chain grocery store. So she agreed and so set forth the law-suit that hadn't lasted long, the store settling with Kinsley going home with nearly three million dollars.

She bought a small home in Champion City, furniture and a decent car; leaving her with plenty of money. She had all these nice things yet she was still depressed and angry with her disease. She began to drink, and drink. She drank until she no longer could care about the small trembles that shook her hand. She was like that for several months until she finally woke up in her own trash and bloody from having broke several ceramic plates. She finally decided she didn't want to live out the rest of her days like this. She wanted to leave this world with something meaningful left behind. Seeing the green skull was an inspiration for what she would do. She would clean up the streets of Champion City. And though she would never admit it, she hoped she would die while being a vigilante before her disease caught up with her and confined her to a bed.

The following year she trained and learned how to be a vigilante. Learning Capoeira and refining her skills at stealth, MMA, Knife Throwing, Parkour/Free-Running and other combat related training. She gathered a plethora of resources and gained a base of operations beneath her home in her basement. Even with all of the high end purchases she is still a small bit over one millions dollars left in cash hidden in her home.

Chrono Asylum: Prelude to Madness~

sure that's fine.