GhostReaper

Post-Apocalyptic Demon world RP

OOC

Twin-Souls

"The Champion, The Mage, The Shadow, The Lover, and The Wanderer"

"The Five that will close the gates of hell, the five that will Defeat the Demon lords. The last hope of all humanity"
"During the first rise they came to power and upon there deaths there souls stayed on earth and entered new vessels, laying dorment. When the next demon lord made his push the twin-souls were revived inside of there host. Well four of them have. The wanderer has not been seen since the first"
"This time is different, The demons lords worked together. The four were not enough to stand against the tide."



In the days of old the Great flood came. Though unlike what many thought it was not a flood in the literal since. Humans romanticizing events and soon taking them it as the literal. It was a flood of demons pouring forth into the world. It was only stopped when Five warriors untied and fought against the un-ending tide of demonic forces. They turned the tide of history and pushed back the demons and defeating the demon lord losing that gates of hell. Though as fast as they appeared they were gone, many beliving they sacrificed themselves to defeat the demons.

Four hundreds of years there was peace was no word from hell, that was until another demon lord tried to make his push. That is when it happened. The souls woke up as the resided in the bodies of others, only this time it was four. They again fought the demons and pushed against them. This was the cycle for hundreds of hears. A new demon lord would try to take the earth and the four warriors would awaken to stop them. It was a mystery what happened to the Fith , many say that his soul was destroyed but nobody truly knows.

That is how we got here. In the modern day world many have forgotten the old myths and legends, most questioning the reality of even hell it self. Soon that all changed though, the hell gates opened up and demons poured forth into the world, only this time it was different. The demon lords joined forces for the first time. The twin souls awoke to stand against, but even they were overwhelmed. The Five demons lords defeating them as with out the wanderer they weren't enough.

Twenty years have passed since the fall of the Twin-souls. Man kind fighting for survival against the demons. More twin-souls have awoken to join the fight, humans with two souls gaining abilities. With these new warriors humans were able to survive, to fight back against the tide, but even then it wasn't enough. Luckily the Four warriors have re-emerged, but they learned the lessons of the past. They must find the Wanderer and fight against the demon lords, and with this new army fight against the demon lords.

The main four will have a bit of classes, The Champion is a bit of a tank, and his powers should reflect that. The Mage is a sorcerer, The Shadow is stealthy and The Lover is protection and Healing as well as enhancing others.

CS Skeleton

Name:
Title:(If a legend)
Rank:(If a normal twin-soul)
Age:18+for twin souls (22 for the main Twin-souls)
Appearance: (Picture or discreptions)
Personality:
Bio: Doesn't have to be to detailed, seeing as its most were born after the end of the world)
Powers:(If a twin soul)

Operation Shadow Sabre

Sabre06

Military Rank: Sargent

Name: Jax "Ghost Reaper" Orion

Age:28

Sex:Male

Appearance:

Jax Orion

Ghost Reaper

Personality: Ghost is a quite, reserved man, Cautious and patient believing in the saying, always appear less then you are. He tends to keep to himself and speaks mostly only when necessary. Despite that he is a very compassionate and protective. It takes him awhile to truly trust people but once he does he is very loyal to his friends and would protect them with his life. On a mission he has learned away to focus on a goal and push down all emotion, his old unit used to say he went "Ghost" which is how he earned his nickname.

Biography: Jax is from a military family, his family joining the military as long as they can trace back. So it wasn't much of a surprise when he him self joined. Unlike most it was a very easy transition, but Jax wanted to challenge himself. So instead of simply enlisting as a foot soldier he shot for Spec Ops. He knew it was going to be hard, the selection process alone was hard. Only a hand full out of the hundreds of candidates even being picked. After several months he was finally selected, he shipped out and was heading for some of the most grueling training there is. He went with nearly 200 initiates, out that nearly 95% of them wouldn't make it.

Training was nothing like he imagined. They would be awake for nearly a week at a time, send them on ops where they would have to sleep wherever they could. Which wasn't hard considering how tired everybody was. It was designed to test there endurance and fortitude as they were put in the worst conditions they could think up, cold, heat, even low garv situations and whatever else some sick sadistic mind thought of. In a six month training process there class was reduced down to half before the end of there 2nd month.

Durning that Six months even Jax had thought about quitting, though the instructors had already starting calling him the Ghost as the apparently liked to call everyone by some sort of nickname. After awhile though time started to mean nothing. They would get a few days to rest but most spent those days studying for there the test they have to take besides the physical. It seemed like it would never end, but one day it finally came. Jax and 12 others graduated and would be placed in the field.

Jax moved out and was instantly put to work. Working in special forces he spent years out on the field, earth being a distant memory as it was always one op after another. After many operations though his Commander recommended him for Scout sniper. More then just his ability it was his calm demeanor and patients. His natural ability to suppress everything and focus on his goals was also noticed as in the middle of a fire fight once he "Ghosted" it was like nothing was evening happening. This also meant more training, another six months off the field.

Scout sniper training was a whole new kind of battle. They were trained to operate on there own: Survival skills, moving unseen, how to spot position, build snipers nest, how to calculate how a bullet will travel over long distances. Shooting itself was less important then knowing when to shoot. They took hours ingraining muscle memory into there habits and how to survey every situation they were in.

He graduated in the top ten of his class, 6th to be more specific. But he got lucky. He was assigned a new team that was almost immediately sent out. He worked in the field before he was approached, he wasn't the best shot but he was a well rounded soldier. Because of this he was selected to join the Sabre Program.

Specializations:

Natural Ability:
Survival skills
Over watch
Stealth
Expert marksman
Mechanical SKills

Augmentations:
Augmented skin: His entire epidermal lay has been lined with a thin membrane that acts as a filter as well as oxygen abosrbers and microscopic air scrubbers. This allows him to breath through his skin as well as filter the air from contaminants protecting him from most kinds of Airborne toxins. They also link up to his Suit, measuring humidity and other environmental factors

Cybernetic optics: His eyes have been replaced with cybernetic ones. This gives him enhanced optics as well as giving him multiple vision modes, to include thermal, night and night. They also link directly in the optics of his helmet and and weapon allowing him to have lest visual obstructions as the three also work together to process ranges, measure wind speed even allowing him to see how much light is on him and any other information can be scent right to him.

Saber O6: His suit is a lightweight offering less protection for more mobility as well as linking into his own augmentations. It also contains a fluids and nutrient systems for if he has to spend long periods of time in the field with out food or water, it also has a filtration system for some, other bodily functions. His suit is a self contained environment system as well, taking readings and adjusting so that he can handle almost any enviroment.
(The augmentations, powers, abilities and skills that your character possesses. Do not make your character a jack-of-all-trades. Does not have to be combat abilities only.)

Post-Apocalyptic Demon world RP

@Light well we are at the minimum so about to put up the OOC!>

Operation Shadow Sabre

I'm in yo!

Legends of Lavanya (Athalia Academy)

What's up?....Interest that's what's up.

Gifted (Full)

"Hehe, you guys done flirting over here?" She laughed some sitting there as Cole responded "If it's flirting I'm doing a hell of a lot better job at it than you". "I didn't know I was some prize at a competition" She said jabbing back at them. Though the TV caught her attention as she looked at the screen. She watched as that...thing indiscriminately kill any in it's path. She leaned forward a bit as she watched the scene unfolding. She could hear Coles heart beating faster, same with Millers. Though she could even feel her own starting as well "It's hunting our kind. It's meant to scare us...and the regulars. Any gifted seeing this will see what's coming for them. Any regular seeing this will see the seriousness of the 'gifted threat' and the costs to keep us at bay" She looked over to Cole and saw the veins in his arms turning black before fading away "Tomorrow after this is done we should look for any gifted survivors, and bring them here. Don't get used to the luxury because things are changing. Fast" She looked at showing that little half smile "so basically, our entire lives since we turned 18". Her tone was very different then normal, more serious as and lacking that playful thing.

Naddy stood up before walking back into the kitchen. She set her empty glass down and looked at it. She didn't even notice that she drank it all as she poured herself another one. Lifting up she took a drink of it as she grabbed two more and filled them up as she walked over to the two boys. She set both glasses down as she leaned back "Before you make any jokes remember, I'm armed now she said trying to lighten the mood a bit, even her own.

Post-Apocalyptic Demon world RP

@Light Yes we will! and yes! They just kind of need to fallow the guidelines of there titles. So if RPG words Champion is Tank, so his powers should represent that, Mage is a mage, so powers would fallow along those lines, and I think you get the picture.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

I just copied the coding,not sure why it didn't do it lol. And I will address those tomorrow, on my phone and won't be home until then.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Alex Rhodes

Basic Information

Name:Alex Rhodes

Nickname/Alias/Etc: Ghost

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Height: 6'1

Weight: 210

Type:

Appearance

Hair Color:Black

Eye Color:dark brown

Ethnicity:Cacausian(mostly Norwegian) and Mexican

Physical Appearance:

Refrence

Attire:A Style is not one of Alex's strong suites. He is actually pretty simple in that regards. He prefers to simply wear
A simple T-shirt and jeans, usually with a simple Button up shirt over it with a pair of riding boots. As for colors he tends to stick to black or grey, for
no more real reason then it's easier for laundry. once it starts to get colder he tends to wear a hoodie, if it gets two cold he
wears his fathers old Aviator coat over a hoodie.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:Alex is a quite person, tending to keep to himself and speaking only really when it's necessary. Because of this quite nature as well as his appearance people tend to make assumptions about him, usually thinking him some kind of thug. In reality he is a very kind hearted person who enjoys the company of others. To his friends he is very loyal and would do almost anything for them. Though there is a darker side to him. His powers seem to enhance his emotions feeding off of them as it's as if they are wanting to take to control. For the most part it isn't to much of a problem as it waits till he is more vulnerable to make it's push. For every day life he is less affected by it, but being aware of it makes him more cautious about his connections to people and makes him more mindful of his current state of being as he is prone to outburst of emotion, not just anger but if any emotion gets to extreme he could cloud lose control of it.

Hobbies/Interests:Alex spends most of his off time tinkering around in a garage while listening to old classic rock. Working on cars, motorcycles and pretty much anything with a motor. His taste in cars is much like his music as he likes to keep them older. He also enjoys cooking for people.

Skills/Talents: Alex is a very skilled mechanic and chef and can also speak Spanish very well as his mother taught him. He also knows how to fight pretty well, his father teaching him early and it's something he kept up. It also helps him maintain control.

Prized Possession: His grand fathers aviator coat as well as his black and white GSXR-1000 that he built up.

Quote(s):"It's more then just speed, It's freedom. I know the risk, and I accept them"

History/Bio:Alex was born in Los Alimitos California, to Jayson and Mira Rhodes. He grew up on what is known as 32nd ST, a prominently Mexican neighborhood. For the most part he was untouched by the whole "meta-human" thing, both his parents were normal humans His father an Ex-marine, his mother a simple school teacher at the high school. Military was a family thing, his grand-father used to work on B-52s during WW2. Though his father was discharged due to a medical condition Alex himself had all intent on joining as soon as he turned 18, his mother wanting him to at least finish school fist. His father used his Military benefits to open up a Garage, and was also a well respected member of the community. Because they lived in a rougher neighborhood it was pretty cheap, and for the most part they were able to live off his fathers disability. This allowed him to do some favors for people, who couldn't really afford to get there vehicles fixed. This is one of the reasons Alex has the morals he does. His father teaching him to help people out if he could.

Because of the area though it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. The neighborhood was overrun with gangs so his father taught him how to defend himself, and that he should only fight in defense of himself or others. Alex spent most of his days with his father, training, hanging around the garage, even helping fix the cars. School was a different story for him though, people started calling him "The Ghost" because of how silent he was. Though he didn't really care, most his friends did it just to jab at him playfully, bit it was something that stuck. He wasn't the best student, but he did well enough. He was also mostly left alone by some of the more criminal elements seeing as most of there families owed his father in some way or another. Though he did get into the occasional fight, some one being harassed or others picked on by others and he would step in. Even that was cut down once California started putting guards and metal detectors in schools.

Once Alex was at the end of his school years he was starting to talk to requiters, army, navy, marines, and air force. Looking around to see what would be the best fit for him. What jobs they were offering and what he wanted. All that changed one night however. It was just a normal day and he was out late with some friends, mostly riding motorcycles around the city living up there youth. On his way home he stopped at a convenient store. Taking a quick brake from a long ride he was just going to grab some snacks. Though he walked in on the place being held up. Walking in the man robbing the store was spooked, he turned and fired at Alex. Only Alex stood there as the bullet fell to the ground and he was unharmed. A glowing blue plate covered his chest as he was didn't even take time to notice. He moved forward and beat the attacker, only he was going to far as he almost killed the man. I was only then that he realized what had happened. He was a Meta.

He was in the news for a few weeks, The Meta-human that stopped a robbery. Most of the reports were fluffed up but he didn't really care. He couldn't shake what had happened to him, he had lost control of himself. It was like he was possessed. He wasn't surprised when a few days later a man came to his door. Nice looking suit, calm demeanor and despite the neighborhood he was in didn't seem to care that not only did he stand out, he might as well had a target on his back. He was a representative of NEST. Approaching he sat down with Alex and explained to him what was going to happen now, and the choices he had. Alex didn't want to suppress his powers, he personally saw it as the cheap way out. But the more he learned about NEST the more it piqued his interest. He lived his entire life wanting to serve his country like his father and grand-father. But that meant he would have to be the best, that also meant he would have to be certified, which meant more school unfortunately.

Family: Mira Rhodes(Mother)
Jayson Rhodes(Father)

Relationships

Abilities

Power Class:Cerebral, Super-system

Power:Psycho-Kinetic Energy(PKE) Manipulation. In essence he can manifest and manipulate PKE, A form of physical psychic energy. Unlike normal psychic abilities though it is limited to a very small distance around him. There are two basic ways for him to manifest it: armor and blades, for now that is all he knows how to do.

Armor: He can focus the energy onto parts of his body, forming a body armor around himself. If encasing his head it will help guard against psychic attack as well. Though as of now he can only form in on one part of his body at a time as making requires concentration and he has to shift it with his own movements.

Reactive: Being pshchic in nature his powers are self-aware, and they want to be free. Because of this it will sometimes act on it's own protecting him from harm. It is aware of everything he is, and somethings that he isn't. It is limited to his own senses though, it can simply process information better then him. So if he can not hear it, feel it neither can the other inside of him.

Blades:by focusing the energy on his arms he can reshape it into blades, or hammers or any form of melee weapon really. Like his armor though it requires concentration.

Super strength: Not true super strength his power reinforces what ever part of his body it is protecting inside and out. Making that area stronger and more durable.

Future abilities:

Full Armor: With training he can cover more of hims self in that simple armor allowing complete coverage.

Invisibility: Not true invisibility, but with training he could use the energy to redirect light around him self. When standing still it would render him nearly invisible. Though as soon as he moves there is a shimmering of where he is making him easier to spot if you were looking at his direction. The downside is it requires almost all of his concentration to maintain.

Independent barriers: Projecting his energy out he can create walls and domes for others to hid behind, or be trapped with in. They are however easier to maintain since he doesn't have to adjust them for his own movement.

Object creations: Simply a more advanced form of the barriers he can manifest simple object out of the energy.

Limits: His powers require him to concentrate, though once created maintaining is easy, it's the constant shifting and repair if damaged that takes it's toll. Being psychic in nature his powers are all so fueled by his emotion, even the color changing based upon his emotions. Powerful emotions can make it more powerful, though at the cost of stability as it's harder for him to keep concentration. It also makes it easier for his "other half" to try and claw it's way out and take control.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks: He remains in constant check of his emotional state, not fully aware of what might happen if he ever lost control. This puts limits on both him as well as his powers as his own insecurities flesh out into his abilities. His powers can also only take so much before anything he makes disperses and shatters away.

Other:

Sample Post:

Clutch, shift, gas. Lean, let off the throttle, lean. This was the only thing going through Alex's mind when he rode. The view through his visor was simple. Desert on one side of him rushing past as the rode flew by underneath. He counted the white lines flashing by him as the only thing he could hear was he sound of the wind rushing by him and that motor between his legs crying out. He had been out for nearly the entire day. Speeding through the desert words echoed in his head "It's not speed, it's freedom" Those were the words a family friend told him the first time he had ever gotten on a bike and taught him how to ride. A quick down shift and a rev and the front of his bike lifted up into the air. Rolling down the road like that he lowered the throttle as the front came back down softly. The lights of the city were coming into view as he was returning home.

It had been almost a week since he discovered he was a meta-human, ever since that man came up to him. He always knew he was going to leave home. He always expected it to be when he joined the military though, not like this. Going off to some school because he was something else, something more then human. Worse he couldn't shake this feeling, this itch at the back of his mind. He had never lost control like he did that night, he had been in fights, but he never lost control like that. It was something that disturbed him more then anything. There were few meta-humans where he lived, in the rest of the city sure, but not in his run down neighborhood. He didn't even have anyone to ask if this was normal or not. He had no information, he was going in blind.

It wasn't long before he was rolling along and he pulled into his neighborhood. Leaning hard into that circular off ramp he didn't take long for him to pull up to his house as he killed the engine of his bike. With a sigh he kicked out his bike stand and leaned it over getting off. Taking off his helmet he held it to his side as he walked into to his house opening the door "Bienvenido a casa"(welcome home) spoke his mother as he smiled looking at her giving her a nod. Despite his quite nature his mother has learned to talk to him even though he rarely spoke. Knowing what he was thinking

"I'm always nervous when you go out there, Mi pequeño fantasma"(My little ghost)
Looking at her he couldn't help laugh softly as he smiled his little half smile to her.
"you shouldn't be out so late. You leave in the morning"
"buenas noches madre"(Goodnight mother)
"Buenas noches Mi pequeño fantasma"

Alex had never been one for words. He looked up at the ceiling of of his room. Tomorrow the he was going to get on a plane and fly off, to Alaska of all places. No more sunny weather and expanse of desert. He sat up looking over at the old aviator coat. Patches all over it, his father gave it to him, it was his grand fathers from WW2. He was supposed to get it when he joined the military, but it looks like that will never happen now. He sat there staring at it then down at his hands. He could feel the presence with in him, waiting watching through his eyes. "who are you" he asked to him self as his hands became encased in that blue light before flashing away as if in response. He laid back down against his bed. "Pero, ¿estás ángel o demonio ?" (but are you Angel or are you the devil)