EthTenshi

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After some thought I'd like to add an equipment to my profile, nothing conspicuous just quarters and dimes from before 1964 for projectiles. I mean he is short, so his cane must be closer to a hand and a half sword then what I had imagined for him. Pennies for hunters ;) joking joking, about the pennies I mean...

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@Kidd Well I was about 14 when I made my last role play. Previously I had made a few detailed roleplays, however it seems that people did not like the extra details. Then again the site that I am referring to is prime example with its over flood and mixture of advanced, literate, casual, and super simplified roleplays. Also its high need to "bump" the concept post so that it did not get lost. Although I am very willing to admit that I am much more patient now than that I was previously.

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@Kidd Bwahahaha I guess that makes sense, not waiting is probably why most of my roleplays never got too far ^-^; then again Gaia was never really all that great for certain rules or plots.

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Awesome, i was curious about the blood consuption as well. Although I was also worndering about when this show is going to get on the road? Are we waiting on a certain number of people? I'm just not used to the atmosphere on this site yet. ^-^;

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Name: Azreil "The Branded" Icor

Species: Vampire

Age: Appears to be nineteen, he has forgotten his real age as counting became boring. He does know that he is two centuries south of a millennia.

Appearance: With a wedge shaped face, stocky frame, and short cropped hair Azreil is not quite considered handsome by most. More generic as his type goes, his most promenant features include a deep amber set of eyes that seem to be always watching others and thinking. A scar on one lip that seems to curve into a crule smile when stationery, a wide yet still mouth, jet black hair, as well as the look of a short powerhouse.

Personality: Quiet, pensive, and slow to action are his general traits. He however recognizes that to be in the moment to act when, and where is important. There fore before taking action he gathers needed information on a situation he gauges quickly and then corrects what things seem to be to what they are. He likes a good challenge and thrill if only it will not kill him. His loyalty knows few bounds, but to be loyal to a lost cause he considers to be foolish. Well he may just be foolish at times.

Equipment: A cane that is equipped with a silver cap at the bottom, as well as a bastard sword that he restricts for hunter useage and is usually only for preplaned battles. He wears a raw ruby ring on his left hand to signify his fealty to an eternally sleeping pure bred vampire.

Background: Azreil refuses to remember his past names, as the one he totes around is the second to last memorabilia of his late master. His angel of death, as he had been the executioner dog, he was so called. No place had been too far, no mountain too high, and no cliff too steep. He is now branded a wanderer and peacemaker of sorts. Upon hearing rumors of feral activity he shakes off the dust of the mantel bestowed upon him to carry out justice under the words of the nobility of the afflicted area. If they would have him.

Extra: Azreils left knee retains a human injury to always remind him that quick tempers could bring disater, as such he relies on a cane for normal travel on top of confusing any unwary enimies. This by no means makes him slower then most, his weight alone does that for him. Someone who watches movies might call him a short Jason, to which he normally responds to a sound cuffing to the ear.

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@Kidd ok, and yeah not very important for everyday use. It was a bastard but it and claymores are very simular, i was trying to keep the hybrid appeal without using the heavily used katana. I'll work on my post when I hit home, also I read about the society and the octus And love the idea behind it.

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I will go ahead and add that the claymore is generally hidden underneath a leather duster, a slight variant of a trench coat and is real, with a detachable gard/hilt. If it is summer time I'll just say that he carries a concealed weapons permit if they is allowable. Also depending on the state country depends on the restrictions of said item. I'm not trying to be a stickler, simply trying to stay in the lines.

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@VarionusNW I will make appropriate edits after this short discussion. First I consider the 6'6" machete wielding zombie to be a modern iconic badass, hence the movies reference. Second he has a tie to the society as being known as "The executioner dog of a dead purebred." Any ties that are made afterward allow myself and any who responds to my post, or vis versa to have a free flow to get to know each other better. My intentions with this character is to be older then some, and thus having an appeal to older speech and reading. Even though I was irked that you did not read the whole thing I sincerely attempted to be nonoffensive in this post. If you do have further grievances about this profile please do expand upon it.

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Name: Azreil "The Branded" Icor

Species: Vampire

Age: Appears to be nineteen, he has forgotten his real age as counting became boring. He does know that he is two centuries south of a millennia.

Appearance: With a wedge shaped face, stocky frame, and short cropped hair Azreil is not quite considered handsome by most. More generic as his type goes, his most promenant features include a deep amber set of eyes that seem to be always watching others and thinking. A scar on one lip that seems to curve into a crule smile when stationery, a wide yet still mouth, jet black hair, as well as the look of a short powerhouse.

Personality: Quiet, pensive, and slow to action are his general traits. He however recognizes that to be in the moment to act when, and where is important. There fore before taking action he gathers needed information on a situation he gauges quickly and then corrects what things seem to be to what they are. He likes a good challenge and thrill if only it will not kill him. His loyalty knows few bounds, but to be loyal to a lost cause he considers to be foolish. Well he may just be foolish at times.

Equipment: A cane that is equipped with a silver cap at the bottom, as well as a bastard sword. He wears a raw ruby ring on his left hand to signify his fealty to an eternally sleeping pure bred vampire.

Background: Azreil refuses to remember his past names, as the one he totes around is the second to last memorabilia of his late master. His angel of death, as he had been the executioner dog, he was so called. No place had been too far, no mountain too high, and no cliff too steep. He is now branded a wanderer and peacemaker of sorts. Upon hearing rumors of feral activity he shakes off the dust of the mantel bestowed upon him to carry out justice under the words of the nobility of the afflicted area. If they would have him.

Extra: Azreils left knee retains a human injury to always remind him that quick tempers could bring disater, as such he relies on a cane for normal travel on top of confusing any unwary enimies. This by no means makes him slower then most, his weight alone does that for him. Someone who watches movies might call him a short Jason, to which he normally responds to a sound cuffing to the ear.

EthTenshi's Profiles Emporium <to be extended...>

Name:

Eth Tenshi

Race:

Blood Doll / Blood Weaver / Hemobank ect.

Age:

15

Physical Traits:

Feathered out shoulder length flaming red hair, shallow forest green eyes with an even darker border around the iris. Finer facial features suggesting an ancient and strong blood line, with high cheekbones, slightly thin lips, and an upturn at the bottom of his nose. At nearly five foot nine inches one might even call him elf like, though not to his face as he clearly detests being called so.

Mental Traits:

A kind heart lies behind the troubled expression normally plaguing Eth's face, and he attempts to be weary of people that wish to take advantage of him. He however wishes to believe those around him are inherently good in their hearts. Enjoying a good challenge is always in the front of his mind, it has gotten to the point, at times, to where he is unsure if he chose the hunt or if the hunt chose him. While he is not a simple person he can not help but to act like a child when he does not need to be serious. This often brings those around him to the conclusion that he is either not able to be responsible or refuses to. When being underestimated he eagerly tries to prove himself even when he has obviously set himself up to be estimated as such.

Abilities:

First and foremost a calculating mind, manipulation of his own blood, sensing details of others blood through his own sense, mild regenerating, healing properties in his fluids to others, and forced reproduction of his own blood.

Ability Cons:

A growing headache with the usage of his latter abilities, a heavy need of acidic consumption to appropriately digest his own blood, preferably citric fruit. Often he must plan steps ahead before he finds himself over exerting his his mental capabilities. Any of his blood inside of another person becomes that persons blood rendering it useless to him. Generally unable to get drunk.

Biography:

Being born in a small town Eth could sincerely care less that he did not know how real parents. Having plenty of brothers and sisters, along with loving foster parents made him complacent about his lot in life. He truely felt he could desire nothing more, when changed began to appear within his body he paid no mind. After all he was earned several times that he would be experiencing changes soon. It wasn't until one day that his doting older sister Meredeth caught him climbing a tree and vehemently implored him to come down that they both experienced his change in unison.

Slipping was the least of his worries, he had broken several bones by now all of them mended quickly enough for him. Thinking it was natural for bones to snap back into place he only cried for the duration of the break. When it was reset he wondered why Meredeth was still crying and apologizing, and as he lifted her chin and smiled brightly exclaiming he was all better now. He realised how alien he truly was, to this day the horror in her face haunts his memories sharply. He had turned twelve not too long ago, it has been there long and lonely years since then, and it is a complete wonder to him how he did not find out about the inhabitants of this world until recently.