EthTenshi

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Eth sighed loudly scratching his head, he had tried six cars already tossing the inhabitants out onto the streets. It wasn't that he didn't care what happened to them, he pretty much considered them dead anyways so what more could happen? It had been apparent to him that all the cars were filled with turpintine instead of gas, well that happened when they say for too long.

Gathering an idea he attempted to modify his dna a bit to try and grow wings, that only worked so well as the feathers fell off and the bones were too dense. Shaking his head he pointed at a hawk, from out of his finger blood welled up and solidified shooting in the direction his finger lead it. "Well damn..." he said missing, if his range of control was larger he would have honed in on it. Though things being as they were only the first few feet were available to him. So he decided to lead the target shooting multiple times, the eighth one landed bringing the osprey down.

Rushing to the landing site he quickly absorbed some of the blood and studied it viciously. After some time he grew the wings he wanted and learned something new. It seemed to him that quantity of blood seemed to have a deeper effect than the quality of his work. So after the head ache died down he took flight, his powerful wings lifted him up into the sky and after a moment of going up he couldn't quite figure how to move forward.

Trying as many ways as he could he ended up finding many directions to go, but none of them the one he wanted. Eventually he simply decided to glide to his destination, only going up when he got to close to the ground for comfort. After too long he descended to where he figured would be appropriate and began to shout "I'm hereeeee~" Promptly afterwards he started to search for signs of sentient life.

Into the Harsh Light of Day

I don't have Skype for good reasons, just let me know what's going on please.

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Hider

Name: Eth Tenshi

Species: Blood Weaver formerly human.

Civilized or uncivilized: Civilized when he isn't having a mental or emotional break down.

Appearance:

Mundane skills: Innate muscle memory, he experiance a movement once and he generally remembers it and can mimic, this includes offensive, defensive, and mundane movements. Natural lie detector, slight computer skills, he can repair and boost computers as it really is not that hard. General trouble shooting, not everything has an answer readily, but even the secrets of space will unravel with time.

Powers: Most humans have twelve pints of blood, it would be a shame if you were to assume the same of Eth since his blood is nearly unlimited. While he can die, bleeding him out is not a realistic option, you would be more succesful to cut his head off, rip out his heart, or burn him in a deep fire. He currently has the ability to manipulate his own blood at least six feet away from his body, by form of crystalized blood, bone, flesh, and fluid blood. While he can regenerate and slightly heal others his ability comes with a mental and emotional toll of ten causing him to have migraines or bipolar like attitude.

History: Eth lived a pretty boring life most of his life, other than the drugs, fighting, and loud music. Not that he was a bad person, he simply wished to enjoy life to its fullest, sans the hard drugs, fuck the hard drugs. He had a personal rule not to try anything of the medium type more than once, twice a good while later if he liked it well enough.

As for fighting, well, that was simply to feed his body as much experiance as possible. You never knew when such things were needed, for example the apocalypse. Of which he had been in a coma for two months, and a month prior his body being prepared for something, a calling if you will. Shaping and molding him into a eternal being that had once been very finite, and when he first awoke his body showed little signs of larthagy. No muscle loss, no delayed motor functions, and best of all a weird sense of what his blood had been doing.

At first he was curious as to why he had awoken. He had never expected to see sun light again, not that he had seen sun light by any means. He had been semi crushed under the building that he resided, with a rather large pool of blood under him. At first he panicked after his curiosity, isn't this simply natural? Then in his hay wired state a surge of power erupted from around him pushing the walls and ceiling around him away.

Then came the creatures, but with as much blood as he had around him it was impossible for them to prevail as his instincts kicked into high gear slaughtering anything in his sight. With a miraculous memory of body he immigrated his abilities until he mastered the basics.

Finding that doing so made him famished for oranges, lemons, limes, or anything acidic really. It appeared to him that his body ran entirely off his own blood, and acids, but he occationally craved food. More for taste however, he will fall madly in love for anyone who can cook. Being that they are female of course.

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@thedragonsimon

Enjoy that little starter I sent, bwahahahaha

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

Awe, sorry I'll be leaving in a moment T^T

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Started work at eleven.

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Fair enough I was and kinda hoping that it would fit into your evil plans.

History slightly changed, but I think I will act out him waking up anyways.

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@Prince of Seraphs

Dualy noted, and not a big problem, honestly I get more agitated when I feel someone is trying to spare my feelings as opposed to someone telling me straight foreward. I'll pm you so chat doesn't get flooded.

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@Prince of Seraphs

Fixing errors in a book I wish to write, and taking a reasonable cut if I make money... Roleplaying is one thing, writing a book gets... Stale. If you know what I mean, that and I fully expect your honest opinion on the plot, ideas, ect. To which I believe there would be no problems considering how you seem so far. That and I feel you would tell me anyways hahaha.

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Done and done and done.