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Hello there,

I've been forum RPing for about 13 years; got started on lavendereyes.net, which was a Forgotten Realms/Drizzt Do'Urden fansite, before moving to the old roleplayerguild.com! I've also dabbled in RPing in a few MMO's like Champions Online, SWTOR, and WoW but forum adventures are definitely my preference. I like just about any kind of RP in high-casual and advanced, based on whatever mood I'm feeling (typically high-fantasy, sci-fi, and/or certain fandoms). I love writing and do think of RPing as a way to develop my character and scene writing skills, which basically means I'm always looking for realistic and fluid ways for my characters to learn, grow, and develop over the course of an adventure. I don't ship my characters but do occasionally allow them to fall into a relationship, if they are naturally guided in that direction.

You can take a look at some of my saved characters here, if it interests you.

I also have a deviantart page, though I hardly ever update it.

Thanks for reading! I'm always up for a good chat.
-Loopy (aka. Lupus)

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Brooklyne Heights




"Put your hands up and we'll make this quick." The one in front said, stepping in threateningly. Atticus slowly raised his hands above his head, one still clutching the knife. "What's that in your hand? Drop it or we'll drop you." The young man's face remained cold as, after a moment, he let the blade clatter to the floor. With a signal from the one in front, the second soldier moved in on Atticus while holstering the tazer and producing a pair of handcuffs. The first clicked the radio on his shoulder, stun gun never leaving the young man who stared back at him calmly. "We've got him. Send in the retrieval squad."

The soldier reached up and cuffed one of his arms, pulling it down to his back, but just as he reached for the second he noticed the tiny trickle of blood coming from the hand that had been gripping the knife ever so tightly. Before he could speak, the red tendrils shot out and wrapped him around the neck. He let out a choked cry of surprise as they quickly constricted his windpipe. The leader fired his stun-gun in alarm but Atticus was already moving, whipping the tangled soldier around to use as a shield. The prongs went into his chest and the young man wasted no time launching the twitching, jerking body at his comrades. Struck hard by the projectile, neither of the remaining soldiers could react as Atticus jumped through the glass window and landed on the fire-escape. Without a moment of hesitation he rolled over the edge as if to plummet to the alleyway bellow but instead more tendrils of bright crimson stretched out from a few of the dozen small cuts on his arms and face and wrapped around the metal, lowing Atticus safely to the street.

The sound of sirens already filled the air as the retrieval squad answered the call of the containment team and Atticus knew they would be combing the entire area for him in a matter of minutes. He took off on foot, running deeper into downtown Brooklyn and hoping he could reach the gang-controlled territory before they ran him down.

Name: Atticus Tyren

Alias: Blake Rowe

Age: 22

Personality: At the best of times Atticus is self-absorbed, sarcastic, and abrasive. He often looks down on those who annoy him (which is a rather easy thing to do), those who lack class or tact, those who whine about their problems, and those who act superior to others (which is rather ironic considering he has an air or superiority at all times). Atticus is quick to insult and slow to apologize, often talking down to others for no apparent reason. Despite these rather difficult-to-handle mannerisms he is not a bad person at heart and is sometimes prone to sudden acts of kindness and empathy, though they are often accompanied by some snarky excuse.

When deadly serious, all manner of attitude and insult disappears as Atticus becomes single-minded in his pursuit. He will not rush in foolishly and will instead approach an obstacle with a cold and calculated cunning that is frightening to behold. When a true goal is at hand, he will stop at almost nothing to achieve it and will not hesitate to destroy anything, or anyone, in his path.

Being born and raised in the upper crust, adept at hiding his true nature. Atticus found it rather easy to blend back into ‘normal society’ after the Civil War. Through tact and manipulation, he is able to maintain a façade of normality that has fooled most of those around him. Inside, however, he despises the upper class and the government who sought to use him as a weapon. When faced with government workers, collection squads, soldiers, and the like he is prone to reacting violently and without mercy.

Appearance: Atticus stands about 5’10” with a light wispy build, fair skin and dark eyes. He is quite handsome, with a strong jaw and full lips, and his wavy brown-blonde hair is always carefully styled to give him a sleek modern look. His clothes don’t quite match up to the same level of style as he's usually seen in a light brown jacket over a button-down shirt and jeans.

Powers: Blood Manipulation – Atticus is able to control his own blood through force of will: bending and molding it into various shapes and changing its consistency outside of his body. At its most basic form, the powers allow him to create tentacles or spikes up to 5 or 6 meters in length. By manipulating the platelets within the blood he is able to make weapons that can pierce or cut surprisingly strong materials like body armor, some metals, and even concrete. Due to the nature of this power, Atticus must create self-inflicted wounds in order to draw the blood out of his body. This gives him a certain advantage when fighting enemies who leave lots of cuts or gashes as the strength of his ability would slightly increase as he sustained more injury.
As this power develops Atticus will be able to extend the range of his manipulation, create more complex shapes with his blood, and sense the blood of others. This will eventually lead to a slight amount of influence over blood that is not his own which will grant him many useful and deadly abilities.

Weaknesses and limitations:
Blood Loss – As would be imagined, the more Atticus uses his powers in a short period of time the weaker he would become as blood is inevitably lost through his manipulation. This can lead to light-headedness, dizzy spells, unconsciousness, and even death if not kept in check.
Required Outlet – Due to the fact that his blood must come out of his body in order for him to use it, Atticus is put at an extreme disadvantage when fighting enemies who do not cause blood-drawing wounds.
Short Range – At Atticus’ current level of mastery, he is only able to extend his powers about 6 meters from his body.

History: Atticus was born on the upper east side of New York City to his mother, Eliza, and his father, Senator Ames Tyren, a very powerful and influential man in the political circuit. The younger of two sons by three years, Atticus found from an early age that his parents held no particular love for him and was constantly overshadowed by the accomplishments of his brother, Emerson. If Atticus got an 'A', Emerson got an 'A+'. If he got silver in the national tennis circuit, his brother got gold. Nothing Atticus did or accomplished was ever enough to please his parents. Despite this obvious trend, Atticus actually loved his brother deeply and the two got on very well with Emerson often intentionally redirecting his parents anger and disappointment away from his brother.

This all changed, however, the day Emerson was killed. He was attending Yale University when there was a horrible school shooting led by another student. 37 students and teachers were killed that day: Emerson being one as he attempted to shield a fellow student from the gunfire. To the media and the public it was all seen as a random tragedy caused by an unstable boy and poor gun regulations. To those with enough power to learn the truth, the shooter had recently discovered a certain ability to hear others thoughts. The feverish scribblings in the journal confiscated from the boy's room indicated that hearing the mutterings and ramblings of everyone's mind at all hours of the day was enough to drive him insane. This was well before the great Civil War, before 'Unnaturals' came into the public eye, and so the government had certain protocols in place to ensure it all stayed quiet as more and more cases appeared around the country.

These protocols did not extend to the Senator Ames Tyren, who quickly learned the truth of the matter and thus began taking subtle steps to ensure these 'monsters' would be dealt with. And so it was that the first several laboratories were funded, all off the record of course, and the measures were developed to locate and contain those who might be deemed 'dangerous' and uncontrollable. They would be captured and studied in the hopes of developing effective countermeasures and weapons needed to protect the citizens of the United States.

After Emerson's death, things took a turn for the worse for Atticus. Blaming the death of their favored child on the life of their second, the physical and mental abuse became almost too much for the boy to bare. Still he worked for their affections in every way he knew how and received many awards in academics, musicianship, and athletics throughout his entire high school career. But even being granted admittance to Harvard could not please Atticus' grieving parents.

It was only a few weeks before moving to University that Atticus noticed something strange about him, or more specifically about his blood. He could make it squirm, twist, and move beneath his skin: he could feel it moving through his veins. At first he didn't understand until one night when he accidentally dropped a glass and caused his father to go into a fit of rage. Striking the boy, Ames sent him to the ground where he sliced his hand upon a shard if glass. In a moment of panic the blood that dripped from the wound lashed out and defended Atticus, much to the horror of his parents. Though he begged him not to, Ames immediately went to the phone and called the number of a special squad trained to handle the 'monsters'. With cold expressions, his parents watched silently as they came in and beat the boy into submission before wrapping a black bag tightly around his face and dragging him into the night. They drove for hours until they were far away from the lights of the city and when the bag was finally pulled away young Atticus found himself in the dim sterile cell that would be his new home.

For nearly four years he suffered beneath the scalpels and tests of the doctors who saw his kind as nothing more than a new animal to dissect.

They broke him down in every way imaginable, but at the bottom; when everything had been stripped away; Atticus found a sort of control. Through careful planning he bided his time until the moment was right and he struck, slaying his abusers and making an escape from that horrible place hidden deep in the northern forests of New York state. Through some miracle he made it back to the city, taking what he needed to survive the trip, until finally he'd returned to his parent's penthouse. There he found his mother, broken and withered from years of carrying a heavy burden, and though he'd had the intention to kill her she begged for his forgiveness at her mistake, saying they'd been too scared and grief-stricken to know what they were doing. Atticus immediately sensed this half-truth, for he knew his father had held no such regrets as the man led the country's crusade against the 'unnaturals'. He meant to wait for him, to kill the man who would send his own son to a fate worse than death, but it was taking too long and he could not bare to put such harm on his mother after seeing what she'd become. Instead he opened his father's safe and took with him an incredibly large sum of money and several incriminating papers regarding the so-called 'House of Powers'. Bidding a last farewell to his mother, Atticus left the penthouse behind and made his way into the world that now feared his kind and that would forever see him as an outsider.
Finished! (Whew!)

Let me know if I'm getting the lore/history right (he was in a separate facility from the original 'house of powers' thread and his father is one of the leading anti-unnatural politicians (and a heartless d-bag).


Name: Atticus Tyren

Alias: Blake Rowe

Age: 22

Personality: At the best of times Atticus is self-absorbed, sarcastic, and abrasive. He often looks down on those who annoy him (which is a rather easy thing to do), those who lack class or tact, those who whine about their problems, and those who act superior to others (which is rather ironic considering he has an air or superiority at all times). Atticus is quick to insult and slow to apologize, often talking down to others for no apparent reason. Despite these rather difficult-to-handle mannerisms he is not a bad person at heart and is sometimes prone to sudden acts of kindness and empathy, though they are often accompanied by some snarky excuse.

When deadly serious, all manner of attitude and insult disappears as Atticus becomes single-minded in his pursuit. He will not rush in foolishly and will instead approach an obstacle with a cold and calculated cunning that is frightening to behold. When a true goal is at hand, he will stop at almost nothing to achieve it and will not hesitate to destroy anything, or anyone, in his path.

Being born and raised in the upper crust, adept at hiding his true nature. Atticus found it rather easy to blend back into ‘normal society’ after the Civil War. Through tact and manipulation, he is able to maintain a façade of normality that has fooled most of those around him. Inside, however, he despises the upper class and the government who sought to use him as a weapon. When faced with government workers, collection squads, soldiers, and the like he is prone to reacting violently and without mercy.

Appearance: Atticus stands about 5’10” with a light wispy build, fair skin and dark eyes. He is quite handsome, with a strong jaw and full lips, and his wavy brown-blonde hair is always carefully styled to give him a sleek modern look. His clothes don’t quite match up to the same level of style as he's usually seen in a light brown jacket over a button-down shirt and jeans.

Powers: Blood Manipulation – Atticus is able to control his own blood through force of will: bending and molding it into various shapes and changing its consistency outside of his body. At its most basic form, the powers allow him to create tentacles or spikes up to 5 or 6 meters in length. By manipulating the platelets within the blood he is able to make weapons that can pierce or cut surprisingly strong materials like body armor, some metals, and even concrete. Due to the nature of this power, Atticus must create self-inflicted wounds in order to draw the blood out of his body. This gives him a certain advantage when fighting enemies who leave lots of cuts or gashes as the strength of his ability would slightly increase as he sustained more injury.
As this power develops Atticus will be able to extend the range of his manipulation, create more complex shapes with his blood, and sense the blood of others. This will eventually lead to a slight amount of influence over blood that is not his own which will grant him many useful and deadly abilities.

Weaknesses and limitations:
Blood Loss – As would be imagined, the more Atticus uses his powers in a short period of time the weaker he would become as blood is inevitably lost through his manipulation. This can lead to light-headedness, dizzy spells, unconsciousness, and even death if not kept in check.
Required Outlet – Due to the fact that his blood must come out of his body in order for him to use it, Atticus is put at an extreme disadvantage when fighting enemies who do not cause blood-drawing wounds.
Short Range – At Atticus’ current level of mastery, he is only able to extend his powers about 6 meters from his body.

History: Atticus was born on the upper east side of New York City to his mother, Eliza, and his father, Senator Ames Tyren, a very powerful and influential man in the political circuit. The younger of two sons by three years, Atticus found from an early age that his parents held no particular love for him and was constantly overshadowed by the accomplishments of his brother, Emerson. If Atticus got an 'A', Emerson got an 'A+'. If he got silver in the national tennis circuit, his brother got gold. Nothing Atticus did or accomplished was ever enough to please his parents. Despite this obvious trend, Atticus actually loved his brother deeply and the two got on very well with Emerson often intentionally redirecting his parents anger and disappointment away from his brother.

This all changed, however, the day Emerson was killed. He was attending Yale University when there was a horrible school shooting led by another student. 37 students and teachers were killed that day: Emerson being one as he attempted to shield a fellow student from the gunfire. To the media and the public it was all seen as a random tragedy caused by an unstable boy and poor gun regulations. To those with enough power to learn the truth, the shooter had recently discovered a certain ability to hear others thoughts. The feverish scribblings in the journal confiscated from the boy's room indicated that hearing the mutterings and ramblings of everyone's mind at all hours of the day was enough to drive him insane. This was well before the great Civil War, before 'Unnaturals' came into the public eye, and so the government had certain protocols in place to ensure it all stayed quiet as more and more cases appeared around the country.

These protocols did not extend to the Senator Ames Tyren, who quickly learned the truth of the matter and thus began taking subtle steps to ensure these 'monsters' would be dealt with. And so it was that the first several laboratories were funded, all off the record of course, and the measures were developed to locate and contain those who might be deemed 'dangerous' and uncontrollable. They would be captured and studied in the hopes of developing effective countermeasures and weapons needed to protect the citizens of the United States.

After Emerson's death, things took a turn for the worse for Atticus. Blaming the death of their favored child on the life of their second, the physical and mental abuse became almost too much for the boy to bare. Still he worked for their affections in every way he knew how and received many awards in academics, musicianship, and athletics throughout his entire high school career. But even being granted admittance to Harvard could not please Atticus' grieving parents.

It was only a few weeks before moving to University that Atticus noticed something strange about him, or more specifically about his blood. He could make it squirm, twist, and move beneath his skin: he could feel it moving through his veins. At first he didn't understand until one night when he accidentally dropped a glass and caused his father to go into a fit of rage. Striking the boy, Ames sent him to the ground where he sliced his hand upon a shard if glass. In a moment of panic the blood that dripped from the wound lashed out and defended Atticus, much to the horror of his parents. Though he begged him not to, Ames immediately went to the phone and called the number of a special squad trained to handle the 'monsters'. With cold expressions, his parents watched silently as they came in and beat the boy into submission before wrapping a black bag tightly around his face and dragging him into the night. They drove for hours until they were far away from the lights of the city and when the bag was finally pulled away young Atticus found himself in the dim sterile cell that would be his new home.

For nearly four years he suffered beneath the scalpels and tests of the doctors who saw his kind as nothing more than a new animal to dissect.

They broke him down in every way imaginable, but at the bottom; when everything had been stripped away; Atticus found a sort of control. Through careful planning he bided his time until the moment was right and he struck, slaying his abusers and making an escape from that horrible place hidden deep in the northern forests of New York state. Through some miracle he made it back to the city, taking what he needed to survive the trip, until finally he'd returned to his parent's penthouse. There he found his mother, broken and withered from years of carrying a heavy burden, and though he'd had the intention to kill her she begged for his forgiveness at her mistake, saying they'd been too scared and grief-stricken to know what they were doing. Atticus immediately sensed this half-truth, for he knew his father had held no such regrets as the man led the country's crusade against the 'unnaturals'. He meant to wait for him, to kill the man who would send his own son to a fate worse than death, but it was taking too long and he could not bare to put such harm on his mother after seeing what she'd become. Instead he opened his father's safe and took with him an incredibly large sum of money and several incriminating papers regarding the so-called 'House of Powers'. Bidding a last farewell to his mother, Atticus left the penthouse behind and made his way into the world that now feared his kind and that would forever see him as an outsider.
Now this crowd brings back memories...
Heya, you wonderful writers. :)

I don't suppose y'all are accepting any more late entries? If you do, I may have a certain character in mind...
Name: Atticus Tyren
Nickname: Thorn
Appearance:

Age: 20
Magic: Blood Magic (ability to manipulate his own blood)
Bloody Thorn: Spell lvl 1 - Simplest blood magic spell in which the caster creates one or several long needle-like spikes in an attempt to impale a target.
Bloody Briar: Spell lvl 1 - Caster creates a mass of twisting thorn-covered blood vines. Spell can be used defensively by wrapping around the caster like a shield or armor or offensively by attempting to entangle an enemy in a painful snare.
Bloody Rose: Spell lvl 2 - Caster creates a rose made of blood which blooms as the spell is cast and then bursts, sending razor-sharp petals in all directions.
Bloody Rain: Spell lvl 3 - Caster sprays a large number of droplets into the air which then plummet to the earth as deadly needles, soaking the ground. Is often the precursor to Bloody Field.
Bloody Field: Spell lvl 3 - Caster creates a field of Bloody Roses and Bloody Thorns from a blood-soaked area of earth, saturating a space with deadly spikes and razor petals.
Bloody Blossom: Spell lvl 4 - Caster injects blood into a target through physical attacks. After a short period of 'gestation' the blood then blossoms as a series of tiny flowers, rupturing the skin and internal organs of the target.

Weapon: Epinoc - A clawed gauntlet that is made of a rare silver alloy. It is heavily enchanted to be as light as cloth and yet strong enough to turn aside all but the sharpest blades. The claws on the fingers form into needle-like tips that can tear through flesh and lighter armors with relative ease and the wearer can use them to puncture his own palm, which is uncovered, if he closes his hand into a fist.
Personality: Atticus is a cheerful, though shy, individual who typical enjoys being alone. He loves nature and flowers and often keeps several personal flower boxes which are filled with rare and beautiful specimens. As a mage he is extremely dedicated to studying his art and eliminating Dark Wizards.
History: Atticus was born in Crocus, the sprawling capital of Fiore, to a middle class flower merchant and his wife. Together, they owned and managed a fairly successful shop known for its beautiful strain of dark red roses. From the day Atticus was born he began learning all there is to know about flowers and their care. However, this all changed when the boy was 10 and a fight between several dark and legal mages broke out in the streets around the shop. The destruction was great before the dark wizards were brought down and both of Atticus's parents were killed in the collateral damage. He vowed revenge against the illegal magic users and as luck would have it, a local man who often frequented the shop offered to take the boy in and train him in the ways of blood magic. He had actually been suspicious of Atticus's magical potential after seeing him working with the roses, which frequently left many cuts in his hands.

Atticus immediately accepted and came into a local mage guild as an apprentice. He would go with his master on several low-danger jobs and also spend many late hours studying magic and the guild system.

After many years of training, his mentor finally decided it was time for Atticus to continue learning out in the real world. Knowing that it was important a young mage choose his own guild and gain a wide breadth of experience, he suggested Atticus join a newer allied guild in Balefest.
Name: Talen Dunsford
Gender: male
Race: Half-elf
Height: 4'9''
Age: 22
Place of Residence: None
Family: Orphan
Alignment: CG
Class: Rogue5/Ranger2/Master Thrower 2
Weapons: Several Masterwork Throwing Daggers, Cloak of Stars (produces magic shurikins)
Appearance: Talen's elvish heritage is displayed most through his light build, short height, fair skin, and slightly pointed ears. However, his face, messy brown hair, and stubble facial hair reveal Talen's human heritage.

Personality: Talen is young, his age approximate to that of a human would be close to fifteen or sixteen. The young half-elf is wiry, energetic, and joking. It is a rare site to see Talen in a sour mood or shedding tears and it is wise to avoid him in such a situation. The stress required to make him so would leave him volatile and prone to violent outbreaks.

History: Talen was born and raised on the streets of Luskan, like so many others. Here he learned how to survive on little and to acquire things that he did not own. It was through these skills and the accident of being in the wrong place at the wrong time that got Talen on a rather negative term with a local thieves guild. With few options left and no friends to help, the half-elf was forced to flee the city in a hurry with only a balanced throwing knife he 'received' in his city life.

The woods between Luskan and Waterdeep were less than hospitable and Talen was forced to learn to hunt and throw with his knife. Needless to say, he discovered a great talent for it as well as basic tracking and forestry. The half-elf decided to forget about moving to Waterdeep and instead moved off east into the High Forest. Here he was lucky enough to befriend a local elf tribe that supplied him with his fine custom leather and knives.

Still, Tarel would not stay forever. After several years the young half-elf decided to move on to Silverymoon to test his fortune, but not before he was presented a magnificent cloak by the tribes elder. It is enchanted and can magically produce several powerful throwing stars every day.

Talen's List of Important Things!
People
Archerr: Talen's childhood friend and companion; and son of the local thieves guild master. They were initiated into the guild at the same time and Archer was the one who accompanied Talen on his assassination mission. It was there (in the merchants home) that the two got into an argument over the murder and it was there that Talen accidentally killed Archerr instead of the innocent target. Archerr was very carefree and adventurous, like Talen, but also had a strong desire to please his father and rise through the guild ranks (he was not against killing the innocent man).

Lindel: Archerr's sister, and Talen's other friend. After her brother's death, she warned Talen of her father's retaliation as one final act of friendship. Though she does not blame Talen for her brother's death, she knows they can never be friends again because of it. Lindel is only a few years younger than Talen (currently 18) and is quite loving and compassionate toward others.

Medillan Lorothwind: Elder of a Highforest elf tribe. He is saved from an ornery bear attack by Talen, whom he then befriends. It is through this connection that Talen (a half-elf) is introduced to the elf tribe, though he is unable to stay due to the discrimination of several leaders. Medillan forges Talen his throwing knives and provides him with a nice set of leather armor. He also teaches Talen many ways of the forest and ranger skills (like tracking). Medillan is old, even by elf standards.

Places
The courtyard behind Archerr/Lindel's large house: It was here in this peaceful garden that the children spent much of their younger years playing together. This became their regular meeting place. Archerr's father had a legitimate front and so was able to live publicly with his family, in quite a bit of wealth.

The merchant's home: A middle-class house in Luskan. It was in the living room of this home that Talen killed his friend Archerr during their dispute. It was Archerr who drew first steel (he claimed that his father would not allow failure and that the job would be done regardless of Talen's feelings), but Talen drew first, and consequently last, blood.

Medillan's home: Talen spent many nights here in the elf elder's care. It is a simple tribe home made of wood (think wigwam like).

Things
Masterwork Throwing Daggers + Leather Armor (made by Medillan)
The Cloak of Fallen Stars: One of Medillan's family heirlooms, and a tool from his younger days. It represents a strong bond between Talen and this father-figure.
Name: Leo Erickson
Age: 28
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 172
Race: Human
Class: Lead Pilot

Appearance: Tall and broad-shouldered, bearing a handsome olive-skinned face with a square jaw and high cheekbones, Leo looks every bit like the typical Texan Lift-Jockey. His long chocolate brown hair flows well in its typical swept-back style, though it's often covered in a dark leather cowboy hat that's faded and worn from countless days in the American western sun and that clashes heavily with his unpressed and disheveled Alliance Uniform. It's clear at first glance that the wearer doesn't take his position all too seriously. His light hazel eyes are always lit with a youthful spark of life and they seem to hold untold depths that promise excitement, adventure, and a little bit of mischief around every turn.

Skills:
Split-Second Reflexes - Always useful when navigating dangerous asteroid belts.
Crack Shot - It only takes a few dozen years of shooting at desert critters to get a knack for hitting moving targets.
Piloting - Being one of the best pilots the Alliance has ever seen extends from large carriers to the most nimble of fighters.
Basic Military Training - The Pilot Academy made sure he memorized books of field tactics and could identify and handle most infantry-grade weaponry.
Dauntless Ego - Thinking very highly of yourself means it's hard to be shaken off your game, even when faced with dangerous surprises, though it obviously comes with a few social drawbacks.
Gamer - Who'd have thought a Texas-grown country boy would have a knack, and a love, for all kinds of virtual toys?

Personality: Leo is outgoing and fun-loving, the kind of guy who loves to be the center of attention and has the charisma to stay there. He's a bit promiscuous and quite flirtatious around beautiful women and his pride is about as easy to shoot down as the ship he's piloting. Though it's difficult for him to form deep, personal relationships with anyone, when he makes a friend he's unshakably loyal and will do just about anything support them.

History/Biography: Leo was born into a poor family of laborers in the Great Texan Shipwright, one of the great industrial complexes of Earth space cruiser construction known for its million acre solar-farm and massive space lifts. From the days he could hold a soldering iron he was put on the front lines of this incredible feat of manufacturing and spent countless days working on ship exteriors. They called his kind 'Lift Jockeys' for their skilled maneuvering of Anti-Grav Carts through airspace often filled with tens of thousands of small crafts. His parents soon found him to be one of the best at this 'sport' and the boy always won the off-the-book races the laborers partook of in their time off. Despite having nothing more than basic schooling, Leo always dreamed of being on the flight-deck of the ships he was helping to build and so, despite the discouragement of many friends and laborers, spent nearly every second of his free time studying the piloting of space ships. There were countless documents and manuals available to anyone with internet access and over the course of 18 years Leo, now a young man, finally began to understand all the technical aspects of space travel. He aced the North American Pilot Academy entrance exam much to the astonishment of every faculty member proctoring the test and, after sitting through their thorough investigation for 'academic dishonesty', spent six years training in military-based space era technology and doctrine. Leo graduated with the highest of honors the Academy could provide and appeared to have a long and promising career ahead of him... if he could get his rather rebellious attitude under control.

Special Equipment:
High-powered P480 'Hunter' Revolver Custom - A gift from Leo's father; this puppy packs quite a punch, firing a .500 Magnum round, and is retrofitted with a special 9-round rotating clip and heavy barrel for extra accuracy and reduced kick.
Name: Dakin Windwalker
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Druid Apprentice

What you want to be when you grow up?: Dakin wants to be a wanderer, much like his mentor, and feels that the direction of his life will never really take shape until he's been out in the world and seen all the paths available. He would also like to become a fully recognized Druid.

Who is your mentor?: Dorn Windwalker - a beast of a man, both literally and figuratively. He is a werebear and a druid of no small skill or renown, well known for his hunting down of evil lycanthropes and protecting of isolated villages near the High Forest. He saved Dakin's life when his village was attacked and has since raised him as he would his own child, teaching him the ways of the forest and of the connection all living things have.

Brief Biography: Dakin was born in a small village on the souther border of the High Forest, his parents were well known inn keepers in the area. He was raised by them with love and affection until his sixth winter when disaster befell their community. A pack of particularly vicious lycanthropes had started terrorizing the area, slaughtering isolated families and attacking trade caravans with bloodthirsty ruthlessness. Though the village did what they could to petition guards and adventurers to help protect them, no help was forthcoming and so on one cold dark night the beasts came. They killed without remorse or mercy and Dakin would have died to their fangs had Dorn not come to his rescue. The Druid werebear had been stalking the evil pack for some time but had been unable to intervene or face them head on. He refused to sit by while they attacked the village, however, and was actually able to use his immense power to drive then all away and save a few innocents. Dakin's parents did not survive and Dorn pitied the child enough to adopt him and bring him far away from the ruins of his old home.

Having a few friends in Twiddledale, Dorn decided it would be a good place to raise the boy and train him as a protector of the wild. Dakin remembers little of that horrible night and can no longer see the faces of his parents, finding many memories oddly suppressed, though he has a large maw-shaped scar over his left shoulder. Over the past eight years he has trained under Dorn and an old hag, who is an old friend of his mentor.

What person(s) of interest do you know in the village? Who all do you have a relationship with?: Dorn Windwalker - local druid and protector.
The old hag - a strange, mysterious woman who has lived in the village as log as anyone can remember.

Equipment:
A well-carved oaken staff.
A holy symbol amulet of Selûne.
A travelers pack.

Class Skills:
Staff Fighting - Dorn has trained Dakin in combat with staves, both lethal and non-lethal, and the boy has quite a talent for it.
Orison 'Guidance' - Dakin can momentarily be guided by the natural life forces in his immediate presence.
Orison 'Know Direction' - Dakin can immediately discern North and his relative location compared to local forests and places of natural importance.
Nature Connection - Dakin has an immediate connection to the natural world: he can discern the most basic properties of unfamiliar plants and and can improve the attitudes of non-hostile animals. This also slightly improves his sense of smell, taste, and sight.

Villager Skills:
Mental Fortitude - For reasons Dakin does not yet understand, Dorn has taken extra special precautions in training his mind and conditioning his willpower. He has a number of exercises and tricks for controlling his emotions and thoughts, though he is still a child: prone to new/confusing experiences and mood swings. He is far more resistant to charm effects, psychic intrusion, and magical manipulation of his emotions than most people.

Fishing - Dorn is rather particular about what he eats but there is no doubting that he has a taste for river fish. Using fishing as a test of resourcefulness, dexterity, and most certainly patience, the old druid has spent many hours teaching Dakin how to make fishing-lines and hooks out of the simplest things, how to use those lines and hooks to catch something, and how to prepare that something into a tasty dinner.

Herbalism/Poultice Making - With his own druidic training it seemed only natural that Dakin would learn how to mix various herbs and poultices. He can make treatments for burns, small cuts and abrasions, and even one for fever and infection. However, there is a rather particular potion mixture that Dorn made sure the old hag woman taught the boy, one that involves several rare ingredients often difficult to find unless you really knew where to look. Dakin was instructed to take this mixture once a month, though his mentor would only say it was for a mysterious rash that would return just before he was to take his next dose.
Title: The Siphon of Blood
Name: Leonothas Kargan, the Red Wolf
Appearance: Standing nearly seven and a half feet tall, his body is a hulking mass of bulging muscles with long, powerful limbs and thick hands that could easily crush a man's skull with minimal effort. The nails of his finger have grown rather large and dark, each forming into a sharp point. They bear a striking resemblance to claws. His skin is a light olive and is covered in thick patches of coarse black hair; around his chest, back, arms, and hands especially; though recently areas of hard red-brown scales have begun to appear on the base of his neck and around his shoulders and thighs. His scalp is the only part of his body that is hairless, though dozens of outdated implant cables meant to connect to his power armor and similar interfaces almost give him the appearance of having silver dreadlocks. Thick jagged eyebrows are angled over his bright golden eyes and his thin-lipped mouth, which droops at the edges to form a perpetual grimace, is filled with several sharpened fangs.

In his power armor, his physique becomes all the more terrifying. Giant plates of jagged red and black metal adorn his body, each outlined in rusted, stained brass. Upon his shoulders and his knee plates is the terrifying symbol of his chapter: the circle of chaos becoming an inhuman fanged maw that is closing upon an indistinct world. Twisted metal spikes line his jump-pack and each of his forearms is wrapped in thick metal chain that extends around his weapons of battle; a simple, but effective way to make sure they are not lost when the blood rage fills his mind.




Equipment/Weapons Loadout: Mark VI Veteran Power Armor, Valkyris Pattern Jump Pack, Umbra-Pattern Bolt Pistol, Corrupted Frost Blade: Khornesgrin.
All equipment was ‘stolen’ from the Space Wolves Chapter and have thus become tainted by the ruinous powers, in particular the chain sword. It was once known as ‘Wintermaw’, a relic Frost Blade made of an ancient alloy decorated in icy blue power runes made from energy crystal that glowed with power and fitted with the teeth of a Fenrisian Ice Kraken. Its hilt was formed into a wolf’s head, large jaw seeming to bear the blade between its fangs. Truly, it was a prized weapon of the Space Wolves and was thus bestowed upon Leonothas with great honors.
It has since succumbed to the dark blood rituals of Chaos: the teeth and runes of the weapon now bare a sinister crimson glow and the wolf’s head hilt has lost its noble air, becoming a fierce and feral creature with slathering mouth hanging open in twisted rage. When used in combat, one would swear it drips with vile spittle as if the weapon itself craves blood and flesh.

Psychological Profile: When out of combat, Leonothas is surprisingly calm and collected; a shrewd commander and cunning tactician. He rarely displays emotion besides annoyance or anger and looks to those he determines to be ‘weak’ with disdain, while simultaneously hating those who prey on such weakness. This air of a noble and honorable warrior is often shaken, however, when he becomes inflicted by vivid hallucinations of people from his past: usually his dead wife and son. Unable to tell the difference between them and reality, their presence is a powerful corrupting influence on his mind and sanity. In his more controlled times, he believes that through a warriors death he can someday join them within the Blood God and so seeks to best as many warriors as possible.
”You say that my God is one of murder… of war… of death incarnate… Yet I say he a God of life, for all that truly lives can bleed and that blood is precious to them. It is precious to Him also. He holds the blood of my family, now, and someday he will hold mine as well. Until then… you will make a worthy sacrifice.”

When battle is joined, an entirely different side of Leonothas is shown: one of pure bestial fury and rage, of red-hot burning hatred for any and all things, and a sadistic joy in the sight of the spray of blood. Hallucinations and delusions run rampant as the monstrous warrior cuts a swath through anything that is foolish enough to stand before him, becoming stronger and stronger the longer combat lasts. Even his own warriors know better than to approach Leonothas when he falls into such a way for they are well aware that his murderous intent will only abate when no more victims are left breathing.
”Hack! Slash! Burn! Bleed! Kill them all, leave none standing! KILL! KILL! KILL!”

Brief Biography:
Life is tough for someone who murders people for money. :P
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