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This is not complete, as I will most likely expand upon the bio tomorrow. I just felt that I've been taking far too much time with this, due to general laziness, and wanted to get it out already.

Name:
(Sir) Flint Macgan
Alias:
Knight Man!
Age:
26
Personality:
Flint is, in most ways, completely disillusion. He believes that he lives in the medieval ages, and so he acts as if it were true. He seems to believe that he is a knight of the queen, sent to the future to help other people by working as a hand of justice, taking down thieves, murderers, and generic evil villains. This also means that he is quite chivalrous, and doesn't fully believe that woman can handle themselves in battle, often refusing to fight them or protecting them when he can. Flint speaks as people in those ages as well (Your becomes thou, all that good stuff.)

Apart from this, Flint is an incredibly cheerful and hardy man, laughing most things off (The phrase "Tis but a flesh wound" comes to mind.) He is extremely optimistic, to a fault. If ever in a perilous situation, Flint will feel incredibly confident, as he believes that good will always triumph over evil.



Power:
Average, run of the mill super strength, allowing him to wear full body armor, keep a great sword on his back, a long sword at his side, and a decently sized shield on his left hand. He also has above average stamina and fortitude. His strength was naturally produced by a genetic defect which caused his muscles to grow at an abnormally rapid rate, which also lead to his incredibly large body type.

Skills:
Flint is a skilled swordsman, and does well in hand to hand combat. Despite his size, he is also surprisingly fast.
Gear/Equipment/Weapons:






Bio:
Flint was born in Canada, to an Irish family. He was a relatively normal lad, apart from his abnormal growth deficiency which caused him grow similarly to a tank. He was an avid reader, and always dreamed of living within the books his read, his favorite novels being stories set in a medieval fantasy setting. He attended school with an affinity for history, and rarely felt distraught. He got along with his parents, his siblings, his classmates, his teachers, and, well, essentially everyone. One night, however, Flint was riding to Florida on a senior class trip during the eight grade, when the bus veered of a cliff, killing all those inside but Flint, due to his abnormal strength and fortitude. At the, he had been reading, and after losing consciousness and coming too he lost sight of reality, believing himself to be a true knight.

With the delusion of knighthood, Flint changed. He had been forced to attend therapy, but it did him no good. He began to act as the knights did in his novels, filled with righteousness and contempt for evil do-ers. When he graduated from high school, with very few friends, he attended a military college for a few years. He had become an avid collector of medieval artifacts. He found him self at a loss when it came to fire arms, and so he turned to classic combat featuring blades and shields, to which he had become very proficient in after years of training. He realized that no formal career could satisfy his aspirations, and set out to smelt his own set of armor and weapons. After many failed attempts, he eventually crafted the suit and armory he dawns today.

Flint prowled the streets of Chicago for a few years after turning twenty one, most of his income coming from a side job working at a book store. Though he lives a small studio apartment, Flint is incredibly happy with his life. He enjoys both of his jobs, and though he has had no romantic relationships, managed to keep a few friends who humor his delusions, and keeps a pet golden retriever. He eventually became known as that-one-crazy-man-who-runs-around-Chicago-with-a-sword, but decided to name his other self "Knight Man."

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He is Knight Man! He also does not fully comprehend his vulnerability to explosives and bullet, and though his armor is reinforced, it will not bully stop bullets.
If only I could claim that idea as my own, haha.
lydyn said
No, no need to be sorry. ^.^ Mostly ... I have this idea of using supernatural combat which is;"Users possess immense combat skills, both offensive and defensive, which may be innate, honed or both.This encompasses speed, strength, precision, reflexes, technique, analysis, control, adaptation and all aspects of practical fighting. Depending on the users, they may be specialized on specific types of weaponry (melee, ranged, natural, etc.), and invariably wield them with surreal efficiency. Most observers are simply incapable to understand what's happening, only a user being able to gauge the skill of another." The question I asked was because I'm wondering if my character needs to know techniques first or whether her magic might grant her supernatural knowledge into combat.


Oh, sorry, I forgot >_<.
The problem I have with this, is that it goes against the idea I have for an almost purely magical combat RP.
Name: Harriet
Alias: She Who Sweeps
Gender: Female
Age: 512
Race: Janitor

Position: Janitor
Personality:
Harriet is a woman of extreme class, and often people will catch glimpses of her sipping wine in one hand while sweeping the ground with another.

But only glimpses.

You see, a ship of this size is quite simply imposable to completely clean in one day, and so she seems to be caught in a constant loop of cleaning, followed up by sleep and then more cleaning. Not that she complains. She would have to speak to complain. No, Harriet is to the Entropic Dementia what Batman is to Gotham city, except her bat cave is a closet and her bat mobile is a janitorial cart. She is rarely seen, and works seemingly works without pause. If she sleeps, then no one has seen her in such a state before.She prefers it this way, as it minimizes the interaction she would normally be forced to have with the rest of the crew. When I said that she would have to speak to complain, I meant that quite literally. The woman is mute. But that doesn't stop her from stirring things up within the ship, often taking things in peoples rooms and planting them on another crew member, or purposefully staining someones seat in the main deck; Anything that she would find entertaining. As others argues, she watches on, her wrinkled lips pressed in a small smile.

When she is forced to clean a room with others in it, she does swiftly as can be, with grand exaggerated gestures, almost as if she were a member of a Broadway musical. She will not bother with waiting for conversations to finish, and will be gone as quickly as she had entered. Despite her flaky nature, Harriet knows everything there is to know about the ship, and is willing to help if called for. Her inability to speak causes her to carry around a white board, tucked safely under the cleaning solutions in her cart alongside a black marker.

Biography:
Born in the plane of Janitorial Closet, Harriet was originally assigned to work on the first company ship back when it was still successful. When she was still young, alongside the rest of the Janitors, Harriet lived a fairly happy life, learning all things Janitors must learn in order to become mature and reach a state of adulthood. As a janitor, Harriet did about a good a job as any other, and had no trouble keeping up with the rest of them, as some have. She, like all other Janitors, had no desires beyond fulfilling their destiny: to clean and polish every corner of their assigned job area.

Her forty-fifth assignment was to clean the original ship of the delivery company, and she did so happily. Well, not happily. Far from it. It was impossible for her to clean everything, due to the massive size of the ship, and have a regular amount of sleep. As a Janitor, this went against her biological needs. Janitors must clean their assigned area, or they become physically ill. Her health is completely correlated to the well being of the ship. She slowly became too ill to clean as she should, leading her to become even more ill. She was forced to rely on desperate measures. Harriet conducted a ritual, summoning a demonic alien from the Levithinal Galaxy to her room. She asked for the ability clean as no other could, but was unwilling to give away her soul. The demon took her voice instead.

She enjoyed working on the first ship, back when everything, and everyone, was completely stable. She loves working on the new ship even more. She finds everyone's quirks to be entertaining, and strangely endearing. All of her free time is devoted to messing with the current crew, and deal with anything that might fall within her job description.

Catchphrase: "I sure wish I could speak, then I could have any catchphrase I would like."
Miscellaneous:
- Seems to always have a glass of wine in hand, but never appears to be drunk in the slightest.
- Cleans in elegant clothing, such as that depicted in the image.
- Has complete knowledge of the layout of the ship.

I'm putting a delay on the OoC since I've been a bit busy. Post your characters here, then I'll transfer them to OoC when it's up~
Interested
Interested
No, just humans and sprites, sorry D:.
As for magic, describe to me what you have in mind and I'll tell you what I think.
So is this still happening?
*Commences performing CPR*
Breath, damn it, breath!

All my RP's seem to be slowing to a halt.
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