Alright I'm cool with that. I'll get a cs up shortly.
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Player name: Morric
Character Name: Athull
Position in RP: Servant
Master: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Occupation before coming to the Island: Many centuries ago, when witches and warlocks were a part of society, Athull served as personal warlock to a powerful king. In his lords name, he brought many to their death with arcane sorcery rigorously studied throughout his life. Toward the end of his kings reign, several mages captured Athull and bound him, mind, body, and soul to a demonic idol. The process was agonizing and corrupted his being, infusing his soul with harsh magic. This was unintended, but Athull was sealed none the less and left to go mad for the next millennia.
Reason to Come to the Island: The small demonic idol made of petrified wood containing Athull's being drifted across the ocean for the last few years after falling off the back of a cargo freighter heading through the pacific ocean. Age has worn the binds that seal the soul within and the Idol became attracted to the nearest source of magical power. It drifted toward the resort due to the presence of the witches and warlocks.
Character Name: Athull
Position in RP: Servant
Master: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Occupation before coming to the Island: Many centuries ago, when witches and warlocks were a part of society, Athull served as personal warlock to a powerful king. In his lords name, he brought many to their death with arcane sorcery rigorously studied throughout his life. Toward the end of his kings reign, several mages captured Athull and bound him, mind, body, and soul to a demonic idol. The process was agonizing and corrupted his being, infusing his soul with harsh magic. This was unintended, but Athull was sealed none the less and left to go mad for the next millennia.
Reason to Come to the Island: The small demonic idol made of petrified wood containing Athull's being drifted across the ocean for the last few years after falling off the back of a cargo freighter heading through the pacific ocean. Age has worn the binds that seal the soul within and the Idol became attracted to the nearest source of magical power. It drifted toward the resort due to the presence of the witches and warlocks.
Fine with everything but the gender. I would make a horrible woman. XD
Well thanks anyway. Let me know if a male spot opens up.
Well thanks anyway. Let me know if a male spot opens up.
I'm glad this topic is still kickin. Am I too late?
@Saarebas Wraith had his powers before hand however has no idea how to purposefully use them.
Everything was so loud...
The rumbling hum of mechanical hardware buzzed out with the symphony of scrapes and clangs that bellowed in the darkness. The whirring wail of robotic joints called out from the corner. A faint tapping and scratching noise hissed from below as something skittered by. A cacophony of muffled voices whispered in the background. Above it all, the harmonic thumping of metallic bangs closed in, growing louder in volume with each thump.
"Have you seen the latest batch of meat?" Asked one of a pair of armed guards walking down one of the brightly lit corridors within this facility. "Yeah. Looks like trouble if you ask me." Replied the other guard as they approached a large door, one of only a hand full lining the back wall at the end of the corridor. To it's side, A blinking interface panel covered in series of buttons, screens, and card receptacles. "One of them passed me in the hall earlier during rounds. Dude was built like a shed." Several blips and beeps faintly rang out as the guard punched in access codes and slid a card across the key input. "That's nothin man...you work a job like this...you see things that you might wanna forget."
The hiss of hydraulics and pistons echoed about the hall as the massive metallic doors separated into plates and compressed into the walls. Behind the doors, another rather complicated looking chamber full of monitors and various devices that silently hummed as the processed data and displayed information. Reclining in his chair with tired eyes traced on the readout of a monitor was another guard. "Wake up private! It's break time." The weary guard turned to see the two who walked in, looking on with an expectant and exhausted look on his face. "Shift change?" He asked, picking a bit of crust out of his eye. "No man, orders say Wraith goes to the newbie meetings today." Onlooking eyes glanced over to one of the monitors with a bright green display. A night vision camera looking out from the upper corner of a darkened cell slowly moved back and forth, overlooking an ample young man laying inside of what almost looked like a coffin. The camera focused in on his face, which looked out into space with emotionless eyes. "Doesn't this guy sleep?" Asked the taller of the guards, staring down at the monitor. As he moved in closer to inspect the subjects visage, the feed flickered and his blank gazed was fixed on the camera lens, catching the guard by surprise. Cringing a bit and breaking his view away from the monitor, the guard shook his head and rubbed his temple in angst. "Just drop the containment network and lets get this goon up stairs so I can take a lunch at the commissary."
Suddenly, the cell lit up as several LEDs flickered on. A small roach scuttled across the chamber floor, aimlessly darting across the ground for cover from the illumination. -Warning. Disengaging Multi-Matter Containment. Warning.- An automated voice blared out over the cell block intercoms as the ceiling reclined and the bed in which Wraith laid began to ascend, pushing him into the above chamber where the three guards awaited his arrival. "So whats the deal? This guy aint a jail bird so why's he bein lobbed in with the others?" Shrugging, the shorter guard approached 221. "Alright pinocchio. I guess it's time to go play with the real boys and girls." 221 quietly listened, standing from the chair and following the three guards out of the interlocking doors of the chamber and down the hallway toward the lift that would take them up to the dining hall
The rumbling hum of mechanical hardware buzzed out with the symphony of scrapes and clangs that bellowed in the darkness. The whirring wail of robotic joints called out from the corner. A faint tapping and scratching noise hissed from below as something skittered by. A cacophony of muffled voices whispered in the background. Above it all, the harmonic thumping of metallic bangs closed in, growing louder in volume with each thump.
"Have you seen the latest batch of meat?" Asked one of a pair of armed guards walking down one of the brightly lit corridors within this facility. "Yeah. Looks like trouble if you ask me." Replied the other guard as they approached a large door, one of only a hand full lining the back wall at the end of the corridor. To it's side, A blinking interface panel covered in series of buttons, screens, and card receptacles. "One of them passed me in the hall earlier during rounds. Dude was built like a shed." Several blips and beeps faintly rang out as the guard punched in access codes and slid a card across the key input. "That's nothin man...you work a job like this...you see things that you might wanna forget."
The hiss of hydraulics and pistons echoed about the hall as the massive metallic doors separated into plates and compressed into the walls. Behind the doors, another rather complicated looking chamber full of monitors and various devices that silently hummed as the processed data and displayed information. Reclining in his chair with tired eyes traced on the readout of a monitor was another guard. "Wake up private! It's break time." The weary guard turned to see the two who walked in, looking on with an expectant and exhausted look on his face. "Shift change?" He asked, picking a bit of crust out of his eye. "No man, orders say Wraith goes to the newbie meetings today." Onlooking eyes glanced over to one of the monitors with a bright green display. A night vision camera looking out from the upper corner of a darkened cell slowly moved back and forth, overlooking an ample young man laying inside of what almost looked like a coffin. The camera focused in on his face, which looked out into space with emotionless eyes. "Doesn't this guy sleep?" Asked the taller of the guards, staring down at the monitor. As he moved in closer to inspect the subjects visage, the feed flickered and his blank gazed was fixed on the camera lens, catching the guard by surprise. Cringing a bit and breaking his view away from the monitor, the guard shook his head and rubbed his temple in angst. "Just drop the containment network and lets get this goon up stairs so I can take a lunch at the commissary."
Suddenly, the cell lit up as several LEDs flickered on. A small roach scuttled across the chamber floor, aimlessly darting across the ground for cover from the illumination. -Warning. Disengaging Multi-Matter Containment. Warning.- An automated voice blared out over the cell block intercoms as the ceiling reclined and the bed in which Wraith laid began to ascend, pushing him into the above chamber where the three guards awaited his arrival. "So whats the deal? This guy aint a jail bird so why's he bein lobbed in with the others?" Shrugging, the shorter guard approached 221. "Alright pinocchio. I guess it's time to go play with the real boys and girls." 221 quietly listened, standing from the chair and following the three guards out of the interlocking doors of the chamber and down the hallway toward the lift that would take them up to the dining hall
@KatherinWinterShweetz! Thank you! (As I catch up on the IC) Where do ya want me? Are you going to introduce 221 or do I?
1. :D
2. I can always throw out the training but did you consider his lack of street smarts? He doesn't really know what things like dishonesty or cunning are. For example, It could be easy for him to potentially overpower someone in a face to face fist fight but also easy for him to be outsmarted by someone with any decent wit or situational awareness. "Hey look over there!"
3. :D
2. I can always throw out the training but did you consider his lack of street smarts? He doesn't really know what things like dishonesty or cunning are. For example, It could be easy for him to potentially overpower someone in a face to face fist fight but also easy for him to be outsmarted by someone with any decent wit or situational awareness. "Hey look over there!"
3. :D
1. Walls reinforced with multiple types of matter. IE water, oil, gas, electric grid, metal, rubber, wood, ect. Also any amount of fail safes in the event of an unforeseen use of his phase ability including tracking tech or detonation collars. He has no real idea how to use the power at this time anyway accept on accident every once in a blue moon.
2. 221 has only been trained in combat. He spent his whole childhood under government and military watch so he was constantly subject to training and exercise whether it was for research purposes or to get him ready to be a soldier and a weapon for the government. But he's not "advanced." in anything other than his physical traits. He has the potential to be advanced due to his genetic blah blah blah but only knows what the military taught him.
3. Thinking about it, I can tone down advance swordsman to Intermediate. The idea was supposed to be he completely ignored any fire arm training but seemed to get a quick hang of a sword. So I just replaced any of the firearm training he might have had with swordsmanship.
All that said, I'm perfectly willing to change anything. :]
2. 221 has only been trained in combat. He spent his whole childhood under government and military watch so he was constantly subject to training and exercise whether it was for research purposes or to get him ready to be a soldier and a weapon for the government. But he's not "advanced." in anything other than his physical traits. He has the potential to be advanced due to his genetic blah blah blah but only knows what the military taught him.
3. Thinking about it, I can tone down advance swordsman to Intermediate. The idea was supposed to be he completely ignored any fire arm training but seemed to get a quick hang of a sword. So I just replaced any of the firearm training he might have had with swordsmanship.
All that said, I'm perfectly willing to change anything. :]
Wraith
Real name - Unknown. Filed as Subject 221
Code name - Wraith
Age - 19
Skills - Genetically enhanced physical abilities, Hyper responsive reflexes, fine senses, intermediate swordsmanship, proficient martial arts, high pain threshold, lack of empathy, expert cook.
Power - Phase Shifting: The ability to alter his own material state and change it into a completely different type of matter for several seconds. Examples would be phasing from a solid into a gas and passing through the vents or phasing into energy and passing through non-conducting walls.
Bio - Admitted to government care at the age of 10, subject 221 was the bi-product of highly illegal and unethical scientific research done in an undisclosed location by a group of biological terrorist who originally intended 221 to be a genetically engineered assassin. However, during a government raid, the scientific facilities of the terrorist group were destroyed and subject 221 was recovered. After several months of rigorous analysis and testing, it was discovered that, though incomplete, subject 221 had undergone years of genetic mutation and enhancement on a molecular level, allowing the subject to accomplish physical feats far greater than that of any adult athlete. Other traits enhanced were the subjects sense of smell, hearing, vision, and reflexive speed. Unfortunately the subject was rendered devoid of any social behavior or personality traits, making him act more closely to a suggestible doll. The subject never responded verbally or with eye contact and seemed to have no knowledge of how to operate as a functional human being. Having no name, no family, and no record, Subject 221 was given his designation based on the number that was labeled across the containment chamber they found him in.
Subject 221's extraordinary ability to phase his body through space and matter was discovered during a routine check up while being transferred between research sites when the subject suddenly came up missing. After hours of alerts and searching, video feed from inside a locked storage chamber showed the subject sitting against the wall several meters directly below his last known location. After observing footage from the event, it was discovered that in response to the pain from a dislodged iv drip, the subject's body changed material states into an energy like cloud and sank through the floor, moving downwards through several levels of concrete and iron before returning to a physical matter state a few inches above the ground in the storage chamber. It became clear at this point to the government that subject 221 was too much of a threat to rehabilitate, but to much of an asset to destroy. Thus, 221 was admitted to the Experimental Army program where his youth, potential for scientific study, and tactical use can be put to use.
For the next 8 and a half years, Subject 221 has been trained not only to be a self sustaining human being capable of thinking for himself, but also honed his physical abilities with rigorous training and discipline, teaching him to be a soldier and a weapon. Though most if not all of the training sank in fairly quickly, 221 never seemed to develop a personality. He still acts similar to a life like doll, neglecting any form of verbal communication, though he has a clear understanding of the english language and no inhibitors of his ability to speak. Some of the scientists, physicians, and instructors that have worked with 221 claim to have rarely observed him exhibiting behaviors that could potentially be associated with emotions or personality though all accounts have gone unconfirmed. With his current observable nature, deadly array of abilities, and silent behavior, 221 is codenamed "Wraith" and for good reason. With the eventual completion of his training, plans are in the works for 221 to be a covert super-soldier assassin who can hunt a target to anywhere and through anything.
Real name - Unknown. Filed as Subject 221
Code name - Wraith
Age - 19
Skills - Genetically enhanced physical abilities, Hyper responsive reflexes, fine senses, intermediate swordsmanship, proficient martial arts, high pain threshold, lack of empathy, expert cook.
Power - Phase Shifting: The ability to alter his own material state and change it into a completely different type of matter for several seconds. Examples would be phasing from a solid into a gas and passing through the vents or phasing into energy and passing through non-conducting walls.
Bio - Admitted to government care at the age of 10, subject 221 was the bi-product of highly illegal and unethical scientific research done in an undisclosed location by a group of biological terrorist who originally intended 221 to be a genetically engineered assassin. However, during a government raid, the scientific facilities of the terrorist group were destroyed and subject 221 was recovered. After several months of rigorous analysis and testing, it was discovered that, though incomplete, subject 221 had undergone years of genetic mutation and enhancement on a molecular level, allowing the subject to accomplish physical feats far greater than that of any adult athlete. Other traits enhanced were the subjects sense of smell, hearing, vision, and reflexive speed. Unfortunately the subject was rendered devoid of any social behavior or personality traits, making him act more closely to a suggestible doll. The subject never responded verbally or with eye contact and seemed to have no knowledge of how to operate as a functional human being. Having no name, no family, and no record, Subject 221 was given his designation based on the number that was labeled across the containment chamber they found him in.
Subject 221's extraordinary ability to phase his body through space and matter was discovered during a routine check up while being transferred between research sites when the subject suddenly came up missing. After hours of alerts and searching, video feed from inside a locked storage chamber showed the subject sitting against the wall several meters directly below his last known location. After observing footage from the event, it was discovered that in response to the pain from a dislodged iv drip, the subject's body changed material states into an energy like cloud and sank through the floor, moving downwards through several levels of concrete and iron before returning to a physical matter state a few inches above the ground in the storage chamber. It became clear at this point to the government that subject 221 was too much of a threat to rehabilitate, but to much of an asset to destroy. Thus, 221 was admitted to the Experimental Army program where his youth, potential for scientific study, and tactical use can be put to use.
For the next 8 and a half years, Subject 221 has been trained not only to be a self sustaining human being capable of thinking for himself, but also honed his physical abilities with rigorous training and discipline, teaching him to be a soldier and a weapon. Though most if not all of the training sank in fairly quickly, 221 never seemed to develop a personality. He still acts similar to a life like doll, neglecting any form of verbal communication, though he has a clear understanding of the english language and no inhibitors of his ability to speak. Some of the scientists, physicians, and instructors that have worked with 221 claim to have rarely observed him exhibiting behaviors that could potentially be associated with emotions or personality though all accounts have gone unconfirmed. With his current observable nature, deadly array of abilities, and silent behavior, 221 is codenamed "Wraith" and for good reason. With the eventual completion of his training, plans are in the works for 221 to be a covert super-soldier assassin who can hunt a target to anywhere and through anything.
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