Name: Alexander Walsh Age:21 Sex:Male Nationality: American/Irish (Born in the US)
Appearance: Alexander is a lean, tall figure. His Irish heritage is obvious in his red hair and freckled face. His arms are covered in scars caused by thorns and claws. He is fairly pale, this is not because he spends all-day in-doors, but is inside caused by the fact that his skin would rather burn than tan. However, what makes Alexander stand out the most is his wardrobe. He wears a white silk shirt under a large green robe made out of planet fibers that goes down to his knees. His pants are less amusing, except that they are about ten years out of style.
Outward Personality: He is able to seem misanthropic, having a certain disdain for humanity and has been quoted saying, "Most humans are chaotic creatures of war and destruction that have a tendency to simply make things worst as they act without wisdom or morals."
While he has a great love of nature, he is not opposed to eating meat or other animal products, but he can often be seen saying native american prayers before eating meat or after killing an animal or plant. He also seems to have an affinity for things that other would consider worthless, such as eagle feathers, sea shells, and the like.
It is no secret that he has a particular interest in studying Native American and Druidic site, however he also has an interest in other prechristian religions such Nordic myth and Shintoism, and in particular, there forms of nature reverence.
Inner Personality: In truth, Alexander cares about other humans more than he lets on. He cares for his fellow man about as much anyone else would, but tries to hide it since he believes it is rooted in his greatest fear, that he is not the paragon of nature he seeks to become and that ultimately he is unworthy. While generally calm-headed, this fear can cloud his judgment and can cause him to make rash decisions which while seem beneficial at the moment, may have dire consequences in the future.
Backstory: Alexander is his father's son. His father was pagan, and so Alex is pagan. His father was a member of the Rutherford Organization, and so Alex is a member of the Rutherford Organization. His history starts not at his birth, but with his father.
His father was a man known as Sean Walsh. He was a fairly normal Irishman other than his interest in archaeology, which was quite skilled at, leading him to the Rutherford Organization and eventually his conversion to a druidic form of spiritualism and paganism. He met with an American women who was an expert on Native American history and folklore, and the two quickly feel and love and had a child, Alex.
Alex grew up strongly religious, often spending time with family friends while his parents worked. His mother died when he was seventeen due to disease, and his father went MIA a few years later.
He joined the Rutherford Organization as soon as he was able in order to hopefully find his father, revive his religion, and prove himself worthy.
Other: He is obviously well versed in Native American and Paganistic culture and mythology. However, less apparent, he has learned how to survive in the wilderness using only the tools nature proves.
This is interesting, I am not particular a fan of the WW2 setting, but I am not really opposed to it. My thought for a character would be someone who has adopted neo-pagan believes of natural worship with the thought process, "Humans are screwing everything up with there senseless fighting." The idea for his background would he be a child of one of original members of the Rutherford Program was introduced to paganism through the program and converted, and thus taught his kid to follow to his new believes. I am not sure what the minimum age is, but with the dates given and the setting, I image he would probably be 21 or 22.
A metal sphere landed on the surface of the plant with a thud making a small impact marks on the ground. The metal then fold outwards until it was a flat sheet of metal, revealing a young man curdled into a ball with his hands on his hand. However, he was not quite human. Golden fur covered his body and he had a small canine like muzzle and a tail. Strange marks covered the metal that he was sitting down on, glowing faintly with some form of soft, blue light. He looked normal, relatively speaking. He stood up and all of a sudden his left leg gave out and he fell back down to the metal, but somehow landed with a sound. It hurt, but he just steadied himself and more carefully stood back up, for the most part ignoring the pain.
He did a small motion with his hand, and in an inaudible sound exploded in all directions. After a short pause, he heard it return back to him as if he was a dolphin or bat using echo-location. He started limping in the direction.
It was not a particularly long walk, but did take longer as he had slight limp in his step, in was not but a few minutes before he was in a shadow of a giant hunk of metal, which was once a vessel able to travel through the stars. He sighed, "I have a lot of work to do. I am sure the others can find there way back to the ship, I should go ahead and get started." he said, talking to himself in a low voice.
We do most of our communication through discord now. That is why it appears like there has been very little. Though, we have been through a hiatus as of late, which is common, but we have been at this for awhile now and keep in touch, again through discord, so I do not think that this RP is going to die anytime soon. It can just take its sweet time at times.
Description : Axel is a moderately sized caanite nekrian. His body is covered with short, golden fur. His eyes are baby blue. His tail is moderately long, but looks as though it was cut off close to where it naturally ended, but the hairs that grew over make it hard to notice. While it is not clearly evident due to his size, Axel is quite strong and has a well-toned body. His fur also hides scars and wounds that have since been healed over but still leave a last mark on his body.
Apparel : He usually wears simple blue jumpsuits, due to his almost compulsive need to work, that are very stained and wore with use, but still look presentable. Well he is not entirely comfortable in more casual or more formal clothes, he will wear it if he feels like it is socially excepted. His casual clothes are blue jeans and a t-shirt of various colors. His formal clothes are nice black pants and a button-down shirt.
Age : 19
Race : Nekrian (Caanite)
Gender : Male
Alignment : Lawful Neutral
Skill Type :
Interests : Cooking, Sewing, Repairing, Machines
Favorite Interests : Repairing
Dislikes : Things around his neck, stressful situations, immediate danger.
Person of interest : None
Bestfriend : None
Rival : None
Most Hated Word : Slave
Quote : Good and bad people are not born. Good and bad are not paths people follow. They are destinations which they reach for any number of factors. People can change.
Important Life Values : Helping others, Charity, Liberty
Favorite Food : Cinnamon Sweet Rolls
Ambition : Make the world a better place, even if only slightly.
Sin Guilty of Most : Cowardice
Title : Formally Technical Repair Servant.
Combat Style : Duck, Run, and Pray. Not always in necessarily in that order.
Weapon preference : None
Weapons : A taser, ... A heavy wrench that would probably hurt if you was hit with it.
Egis : Currently does not own one
Egis Weapon : See "Egis"
Magical Systems : Elemental (Electricity Only), Glyph, and Resonance.
Elemental : Electricity
Weakness : Lack of combat abilities. Easily stressed and prone to panic attacks, The Aqua Element.
Magical Level : D-
Special Skills : He uses a form of resonance magic that uses white-noise in order to influence if not directly gain control of machines. Proxy increases the effect, and touch greatly improves the effect. He is also able to have limited exchanges of information with machines. This power does not work on sentient machines. He is also trained to be able to sew, cook, repair complex machines, and has some degree of medical training, about equal to a nurse.
Personality : Four things are very obvious about him, he is obsessed with working, easily stressed, somewhat cowardly, and he lacks any semblance of interpersonal skills. However, be low those obvious characteristics, he is kind, gentle, and caring. He will often take the sufferings of others to be his suffering, and strives to fix what is broken. And while he is understands the importance of violence in this chaotic universe, he is very hesitant to be violent himself.
Biography : Axel Vinctus was born to a colony planet of Gin, which is actually quite a beautiful but dangerous forest planet. Gin did not have any sentient life on before it was colonized, either it never developed, or whatever intelligent species that did live on the planet died long along. Ancient structures dot the planet, but it is hard to tell if their architects were native or foreign, mostly because not one tomb or fossilized corpse has been found.
The people who came to Gin were not sturdy pioneers, nor brilliant archaeologist, the people who now call Gin home are rich criminals, mostly because Gin does not fall into any galactic nations borders due to it being rather isolated and unimportant until the rich criminals moved in. However, they did not come alone. They brought slaves.
Axel was born to a slave, in a large mansion owned by the son of a corrupt loan-shark. The son was not the kindest person, but so long as they slaves remained obedient and worked hard, they got by. And compared to his parents, who visited often, he was a saint.
Each slave was assigned a role at birth, if they would not or could not fill the role, they will be throw to the wilds to be slaughtered. Axel was assigned to be a technical repair servant, as his father was before him. A relatively high ranking role in the strict caste, but also one of the more dangerous ones. His job was to fix the electrical devices that made life easy for his masters. Electrical shocks, rusted metal, and malfunctioning machines were all job hazards.
However, all slaves regardless of rank were taught some basic skills to be more useful to their masters and to require less resources to manage. These were sewing, cooking, and first aid. Some slaves, including Axel, who proved particularly loyal had even more advanced medical training in cause the master need aid in an emergency.
Axel was loyal, not out of fear of punishment, though that was most certainly present, but mostly because he knew nothing else. Due to him working with machines, he had the best education of all of the slaves, learning how to read and write, and various other useful information. However, even him could avoid the master's inherent distrust of slaves and all slaves were forced to were "Obedience collars." which is basically what it sounds like.
However, one day, he meet a strange visitor. The master often had over guest, but this one was strange because he was not looking for the master, but for him, or at least someone like him. He was looking for someone to fix a machine. He wanted to help the man, however doing so would most assuredly result in punishment, and the collar would not allow him to leave the property as the man urged him to do.
The man seemed to understand and forgave him, even if he could not forgive himself. He then did something Axel was surprised by, he snapped his fingers and the collar fell off. He had known of magic, the master and his family had know it and often was in the company of other sorcerers, but never had he seen a magic user show him such kindness. Even slaves who show signs of having magic were freed and promoted to high roles in order to keep them loyal to the loose association of Gin, that was the closest thing to a government it had. The stranger then said, "Now you must leave, or you will be punished." with almost a laugh. Axel nodded.
What Axel seen next surprised him, a space-ship. It was small, and looked as though it could house two to four people. He had heard of them, but was never allowed to see one. Professionals worked on spaceships, not slaves. The man than gave him instructions on how to fix the ship, and left him with the supplies he would need. It was a giant task, but he set to work immediately. Work has always made him feel better, he enjoyed work, and to work on a space ship, it was to much.
The ship was actually less damaged than it would first seem, it was sturdy and well-built, and the ship almost seemed to guide his hand as though it was talking to him, and then he realized it was talking to him, kind of. The ship had a rather simplistic but very intelligent A.I. that was sending him information as he needed it. He lost count of the days, but by time the owner of the ship returned, he was finished.
The ship owner seemed pleased, though casually mentioning that, "I could of fixed it faster, but I did wish want to look at the ruins, and I did not feel like it at the time, but you did a splendid job." The ship owner than suggested, "Why do you not accompany me on my way home. I could use a student, even if only for a short while."
Axel agreed, having no where else to go. From the strange man, who referred to himself as Nikoclous, he learned more complex robotic engineering and magic over the course of a year. When asked why he did not free all of the slaves of Gin if he could, Nikoclous replied, "Patience. I have lived for a long time, and I will for a long time more. If I be to blunt in my operations, I will attract enemies which will hurt me and the people I am trying to help, but if I am subtle, I can change the world so slowly, no one will even notice. And sometimes that small change is having one more good person in the world doing good things."
After the one year with Nikoclous, he then joined the egis hunters as a prodigy magic-tech engineer.
Name: Asura Lin
Description: Asura is a tall, proud Feline Nekrian. She has dark red hair that also covers her cat-like ears and tail. She has a very slender frame. Her features are typically smooth, and she has some-what pale, smooth skin, though in stark contrast to this is a scar on her left cheek.
Apparel: She rarely wears the same outfit more than one a week at most, however her casual clothes typically are long, colorful dresses. When working, she typically wears a long pale blue dress shirt and long pants with gloves.
Demigod Form : N/A
Age : 27
Race : Nekrian (Feline)
Gender : Female
Alignment : Lawful Neutral
Interest : Sowing, Sarcastic Wit
Favorite Interest: Beauty
Dislike : Wanton Destruction
Person of Interest : N/A
Best friend : N/A
Rival : N/A
Most Hated Word : "Lady"
Quote : "All life, no matter how annoying, deserves to live. That does not mean I should make their life any easier."
Important Life of Value : The sanctity of life.
Favorite Food : Caramel
Ambition : To make beauty were there was none before.
Sin Guilty of Most : Pride
Title :
Combat Style : Weaken, Ensnare, Finish
Weapon Preference : Her own clothes
Weapon Name : N/A
Egis : She currently does not have one due to her being relatively new to the team
Egis : See above
Magic System : Natural
Element : N/A
Weakness : Inferno
Magical Level : C-
Special Skills : She uses a form of natural magic known as Spiderweaving. In essence, it involves the conjuration of magical strings, or to enchant existing strings. Using this form of magic, she turns all of her clothing, no matter how impractical fighting gear they might seem at first, in to both a powerful armor and a dangerous weapon. In addition, she may use her natural magic to heal wounds, though not as well as certain other magics allow.
Personality : She is typically cold, harsh, and sarcastic. However, even though she will usually not vocalize it, will act to protect to weak and oppressed, even if means bidding her time until she is in a position of power. She has a distaste for Caanites, but tolerates Axel due to his own patheticness, but still comes off especially cold towards him.
Biography : The only thing that will she would say is that she came from a wealthy family, but for unspecified reasons, left them. She is one of the newest members of the team, and has made no admit to know any of members, and specifly tries to keep a purely professional relationship.
Name : Fenrir Etrak
Description : In human body, Fenrir is suffering from malnutrition and as such looks small and scrawny. He is average height. His hair is brown and his eyes are bright red. His skin is actually mostly devoid of scars, except for one scar that runs down his back. In his bestial form, he is actually very large and muscular covered in brown fur. The scar even persists in this form. Fenrir does not have a feral form, but instead he has what is called "Ragnanok form" which is a very large, feral form that is able to stand on his hind-legs for a short amount of time.
Apparel : A rag cloth shirt and tattered pants.
Demi-god Form : N/A
Age : 17
Race : Werewolf (Base Human)
Gender : Male
Alignment : Chaotic Neutral
Interest : Fighting.
Favorite Interest : Fighting.
Dislikes : Cimmeria, Social Interaction, the World in general
Person of Interest : N/A
Bestfriend : Sirius
Rival : Cert
Most Hated Word : Cimmeria
Quote : "The world is a mean place, so you have to be meaner."
Important Life Value : Survival
Favorite Food : Venison
Ambition : The complete and utter destruction of the Cimmerian government and everything they stand for.
Sin Guilty of Most : Wrath
Title : The Wolf-Terror of Cimmeria
Combat Style : Savage, non-stop attacks until they stop moving.
Weapon Preference : None
Weapon Name: Fenrir's body is his weapon
Egis : N/A
Egis Weapon : N/A
Magic Systems : Nature and Spiritual naturally / Elemental (Ice only, due to Runemark of Cold)
Element : N/A naturally / Ice (Due to Runemark of Cold)
Weakness : Inferno Magic, He is often blinded by his own rage.
Magical Level : D- naturally, with the Runemark of Cold, C+
Special Skills: Ragnanok Form : Fenrir wears the band of ragnanok, a magical band that has been passed down through the Eso clan, which stabilizes his unstable power. When it is removed from it, he transforms into his Ragnanok Form, a giant bestial form with only a minor intelligence level, but massive amounts of raw strength.
The Runemark of Cold : An ancient Xian artifact is placed on the back of his neck, granting him increased magical power and the ability to use potent ice magic. Due to this runemark, he is able to conjure magic draining ice.
Personality : Fenrir is typically angry, but can just as easily fall into depression. His solution to problems is force, and when force fails, apply more force. He has a concept of friendship, though it is not a very healthy one. His concept of friendship is more akin to a debt owed than a mutual bond, though he never expects help from anyone else and views it as a curious commodity.
Biography : He was captured by the Cimmerian Empire as an infant. He has been trained by them to be a monsterous attack dog. His only friend in the entire system is Sirius, a fellow warwolf.
Squall stepped back. He had to got to involved. His protective instincts have started to lead him down a rabbit hole. "Well, if there is no immediate danger, I must excuse myself. I have important paperwork to file after all the events that have transpired, school policy. He said, slowly walking away to the central office.
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The room was pitch black, all except for the dim green glow from the other side of the room that Fenrir was in. Fenrir know it was a person night-vision googles. A voice echo'ed through the room. 3. 2. As soon as two was uttered, the other man charged Fenrir as the countdown reached one with a silver sword in hand.
However, the sword didn't hit him, an invisible wall seemed to block him. Fenrir then pushed the wall back, threatening to slam it and the attacker into the wall. He managed to hold it back though sliding a distance away. Fenrir than ran up and scattered the wall of ice and its chunks flew towards the man with the night vision googles pelting him. Fenrir than grabbed his hand and throw his body on the ground. A spear of ice from in his hands, when a voice came through the room. "That is enough Fenrir. You already reached your quote your allowed to injure." The spear disappeared and Fenrir walked out of the room.
Squall watched as the intruder began to harm Nathan and give his ultimatum. He blinked forward towards Meira, and as he reappeared his right hand was already in motion as it landed right on Meira neck with barely any force, however he then used a spell that caused her to pass out by interrupting the signals between the brain and the body, while doing minimal damage to either. He then looked towards Sentius, "Leave. You are causing more damage than you are fixing." he said sternly.
Squall looked not frightened, but very much concerned when the demonic presence spoke its name. When he heard Nathan taunts, he looked towards him sternly, "Nathan, you do not understand the gravity of this situation. When this demon-like thing stated devours everything, he was being literal. The only thing saving us is that he acting through a vessel and isn't here in person. If you want the best possible way to stop this abomination and the best chance of leaving Meira uninjured, we will need to break the link between the two. It will not be easy, and does has some risk but it is our best chance without more information." he said to Nathan and the surrounding people, and the muttered to himself, still audibly as though thinking out loud while also half talking to everyone else, "If only I know how these two became linked, or even by the means that they are linked. "
Squall took a moment to process what was going on and immediately teleported in front of the children Meira was acting. "If you wish to harm these students, than you must first harm me. I will rather die than see you harm these students. I know you can out power me, but I will use every ounce of my power to at least slow you down. Now, since you decided to possess one of my students, and harm others, the least you could do is name yourself entity." he said.
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