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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

I've got some stuff in the pipeline, haven't been feeling so hot today so I've been relaxing a bit. Hopefully I'll have at least 1 post up tomorrow if not sooner.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

OK, looking at the CS as is, I can't accept it as written. The CS was overly vague in and of itself, and as others have mentioned, it is uncomfortably close to cartoon physics and reality altering, which are not allowed in this game.

That said, it is well written, and I would just need to see more about the character herself before we can consider her.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Phoenix and Mandate are both approved

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Character you have created: Henry “Hank” Hightower

Alias:The Prophet

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): N/A

Character Alignment:
-Villain-

Identity: Mostly Secret

Character Personality: The Prophet is a good leader. He is more than happy to lead by example, from the front lines. He is able to inspire unquestioning loyalty in his men, which in turn gives him a cult-like following amongst them. He was a life long military man, as was his father before him, and his grandfather before him, and is a strong believer in discipline. He does not suffer failure or excuses, but is not totally unreasonable. He is a man driven by two things, revenge and greed. He will do whatever it takes to reach his goals, and has no problem with collateral damage.

Uniform/costume:
In uniform:


Out of uniform:


Tattoos: The Prophet has several notable tattoos. On his right forearm “Revelations 13” appears, referencing the biblical book of revelations which describes the beast of Seven Heads and Seven Horns rise up out of the seas.

On his left arm the words Death, Deceit, and Wisdom appear in Islamic text. Each word is parallel to the next, and run from elbow to wrist.

On the palm as well as the back of each hand, the Stigmata Wounds suffered by Christ on the cross appear.

Origin Info/Details: Hank Hightower was always a little different. He was always stronger than the other kids in school, and he was always just a bit quicker. He also always seemed to heal faster from injuries. Because of these factors, he was a star on his high school football team and a bit of a local hero in the small town of Acton California. When he graduated from high school, he decided to forgo a college education and enlisted in the army. Though many in his town did not understand, they believed that he could get a top notch education if he just accepted one of the many football scholarships that he’d been offered. However, it was an easy choice for Hank. He came from a military family, and he never saw any other type of life for himself.
When he enlisted, he was subjected to a physical, which was par for the course. However, he was surprised when he was approached by Captain Thomas Carson to undergo additional tests. When he asked why he was being selected for this, he was told that everything would be revealed in due time. Hank underwent several tests, blood and tissue samples were taken. He also underwent a number of physical tests, which tested his strength and reaction times. When the tests were finished, it was revealed to Hank that he had not only passed the tests, but he was selected for a new unit that was made up of “enhanced” individuals. He was also selected to test new equipment, such as the new SBXL53 Predator power suit. The suit not only enhanced his natural abilities, but it allowed him to blend into his surroundings as well as offering him added protection from enemy fire.
Over 8 years, his unit had been on many missions around the world. They had been sent into hotspots all over the globe and conducted operations ranging from disrupting South American drug cartels to eliminating terrorist organizations in Europe, the Middle East and Asia.
It was on one such mission which sent Hightower and his unit to Chechnya to disrupt a terror cell with ambitions to detonate a dirty bomb in Times Square that Hightower and his commandos learned that the terrorists that they were sent to terminate were in fact bankrolled by the Pentagon.
After he and his men dispatched the terrorists, a second black ops team entered the fray and attacked Hightower and his men. The ambush was expertly executed, and Hightower’s unit was taken down man by man. Hightower himself barely survived the attack, having escaped by throwing himself into the Terek River and allowing its raging waters to carry him to safety.
Hightower spent the next several years on the run, moving through Europe, before finally returning to the United States under an assumed name. However, when he returned home, he found that nothing was as he had left it. While he was away, his wife had died of a rare genetic disorder, and his daughter had become a ward of the state. With no one to tie him down, he continued the work that he had begun in Europe, putting together a team of enhanced soldiers. However, this time, he and his team would not work for the US government, instead, he would form a core team of mercenaries to do the bidding of the highest bidder. The newly christened Black Tide quickly became a feared and respected paramilitary unit which earned a reputation for getting the job done. Not only did Hightower establish Black Tide as one of the world’s elite mercenary outfits, but a profitable criminal enterprise as well.

Hero Type (Select one):
Other- Brick/Muscle/Tech

Power Level (Select one below):
World

Powers (Be Specific):
Enhanced strength, enhanced reaction time, healing factor. When he is in his battle suit, his natural abilities are augmented, giving him increased strength and speed. Also, the battle suit is for the most part bullet proof, and has a cloaking ability which acts as natural camouflage, allowing him to blend into any surroundings, rendering him nearly invisible.

[indent]Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 6’2

Weight: 235

Strength Level: 10 Out of suit, 30 in suit

Speed/Reaction Timing Level:
20
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2.5 hours

Agility: 3x Human level
Intelligence: Overall, slightly above average, however The Prophet is a tactical genius
Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources:Extreme

Weaknesses: All the weaknesses of a normal man.

Supporting Characters: Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?
Jason Ulrich- Right hand man
Myra Krylov- Confidant, occasional lover
Various soldiers and mercs who will be described upon introduction

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yup

Sample Post N/A

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Character you have created: Henry “Hank” Hightower

Alias:The Prophet

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): N/A

Character Alignment:
-Villain-

Identity: Mostly Secret

Character Personality: The Prophet is a good leader. He is more than happy to lead by example, from the front lines. He is able to inspire unquestioning loyalty in his men, which in turn gives him a cult-like following amongst them. He was a life long military man, as was his father before him, and his grandfather before him, and is a strong believer in discipline. He does not suffer failure or excuses, but is not totally unreasonable. He is a man driven by two things, revenge and greed. He will do whatever it takes to reach his goals, and has no problem with collateral damage.

Uniform/costume:
In uniform:


Out of uniform:


Tattoos: The Prophet has several notable tattoos. On his right forearm “Revelations 13” appears, referencing the biblical book of revelations which describes the beast of Seven Heads and Seven Horns rise up out of the seas.

On his left arm the words Death, Deceit, and Wisdom appear in Islamic text. Each word is parallel to the next, and run from elbow to wrist.

On the palm as well as the back of each hand, the Stigmata Wounds suffered by Christ on the cross appear.

Origin Info/Details: Hank Hightower was always a little different. He was always stronger than the other kids in school, and he was always just a bit quicker. He also always seemed to heal faster from injuries. Because of these factors, he was a star on his high school football team and a bit of a local hero in the small town of Acton California. When he graduated from high school, he decided to forgo a college education and enlisted in the army. Though many in his town did not understand, they believed that he could get a top notch education if he just accepted one of the many football scholarships that he’d been offered. However, it was an easy choice for Hank. He came from a military family, and he never saw any other type of life for himself.
When he enlisted, he was subjected to a physical, which was par for the course. However, he was surprised when he was approached by Captain Thomas Carson to undergo additional tests. When he asked why he was being selected for this, he was told that everything would be revealed in due time. Hank underwent several tests, blood and tissue samples were taken. He also underwent a number of physical tests, which tested his strength and reaction times. When the tests were finished, it was revealed to Hank that he had not only passed the tests, but he was selected for a new unit that was made up of “enhanced” individuals. He was also selected to test new equipment, such as the new SBXL53 Predator power suit. The suit not only enhanced his natural abilities, but it allowed him to blend into his surroundings as well as offering him added protection from enemy fire.
Over 8 years, his unit had been on many missions around the world. They had been sent into hotspots all over the globe and conducted operations ranging from disrupting South American drug cartels to eliminating terrorist organizations in Europe, the Middle East and Asia.
It was on one such mission which sent Hightower and his unit to Chechnya to disrupt a terror cell with ambitions to detonate a dirty bomb in Times Square that Hightower and his commandos learned that the terrorists that they were sent to terminate were in fact bankrolled by the Pentagon.
After he and his men dispatched the terrorists, a second black ops team entered the fray and attacked Hightower and his men. The ambush was expertly executed, and Hightower’s unit was taken down man by man. Hightower himself barely survived the attack, having escaped by throwing himself into the Terek River and allowing its raging waters to carry him to safety.
Hightower spent the next several years on the run, moving through Europe, before finally returning to the United States under an assumed name. However, when he returned home, he found that nothing was as he had left it. While he was away, his wife had died of a rare genetic disorder, and his daughter had become a ward of the state. With no one to tie him down, he continued the work that he had begun in Europe, putting together a team of enhanced soldiers. However, this time, he and his team would not work for the US government, instead, he would form a core team of mercenaries to do the bidding of the highest bidder. The newly christened Black Tide quickly became a feared and respected paramilitary unit which earned a reputation for getting the job done. Not only did Hightower establish Black Tide as one of the world’s elite mercenary outfits, but a profitable criminal enterprise as well.

Hero Type (Select one):
Other- Brick/Muscle/Tech

Power Level (Select one below):
World

Powers (Be Specific):
Enhanced strength, enhanced reaction time, healing factor. When he is in his battle suit, his natural abilities are augmented, giving him increased strength and speed. Also, the battle suit is for the most part bullet proof, and has a cloaking ability which acts as natural camouflage, allowing him to blend into any surroundings, rendering him nearly invisible.

[indent]Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 6’2

Weight: 235

Strength Level: 10 Out of suit, 30 in suit

Speed/Reaction Timing Level:
20
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2.5 hours

Agility: 3x Human level
Intelligence: Overall, slightly above average, however The Prophet is a tactical genius
Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources:Extreme

Weaknesses: All the weaknesses of a normal man.

Supporting Characters: Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?
Jason Ulrich- Right hand man
Myra Krylov- Confidant, occasional lover
Various soldiers and mercs who will be described upon introduction

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yup

Sample Post N/A

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

For anything you might need to know, there's a link to the first season. The OP in that season has a list of need to know events. Other than that, this is more or less a fresh start

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

CHRYSALIS

_{“I want to punish the guilty.”}

_{N A M E}

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Katherine Annabelle Königin

_{A G E}

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16

_{A L I G N M E N T}

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Hero

_{A L I A S}

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Chrysalis

_{L O C A L E}

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Crescent City, California

_{T Y P E}

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Cosmic

_{L E V E L}

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City - World

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

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Katherine Königin is a conventional girl who has always had people gravitate towards her but she can be described easily and rather straight forward in general— she’s a prototypical youthful teenager with long blonde hair and cerulean blue eyes, soft complexion, average height, and a modest physical appearance that is still in the teenaged years of development. But even taking that into account there is something else about her that most people don’t notice; a darker presence following her and perhaps one that has made her expressiveness dulled and give an appearance of someone who is very world weary despite her young age and generally bright demeanor. However as inherent as this is it is also one that sits beneath half-hearted smiles and a warm yet friendly aura.

When transformed into a magical being this facade is dropped completely as scowls, furrowed brows, and aggressive expressions follow Katherine into battle. The cosmic energy also changes her appearance as well as radiating a presence that negates any outlook that this white-haired girl has any similarities to Katherine Königin. Beyond this presence and cosmetic changes to her natural appearance her transformation also changes her to bear the traditional garb of the wards of the Celestials with long fantastical coats, scattered armaments, and regal embroidery. Her long hair that is generally kept long as Katherine is also tied up in a ponytail with a fantastical bonding stringing it all together.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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A few years ago, Katherine was the average girl from Crescent City— idealistic, cheerful, and optimistic. But in the time since the ever-smiling exterior of the teenaged woman has shifted into ingenuity; as if behind her now half-hearted smile exists a girl who is burdened by life and the consequences of the world she lives in. A case that is definitely true. In the present day, Katherine is more of a cynical realist who looks to everyone with a gaze of distrust and wary discontent. However, beyond her cynicism, angst, dread, and other pessimistic traits there is still the same person there was before her mother’s murder occurred in some part. Her confident bravado, sense of humor, and dedication to what she cares about is all still very present. Though some of these traits have been twisted by her experiences as a superheroine as evident by her streak of overbearing arrogance in not only her role as a protector but in her day-to-day mundane life. As she moves forward in her life she feels weary of her attachments to her “old self”; a fact that she reflects on daily as she remembers it was Katherine before the contract was the one who failed her mother and needed the powers she so desired that have burdened her since.

But despite the burdens placed upon her shoulders, she is not completely hopeless nor does she believe in that the world can be changed— she just has misgivings about who she is protecting and their own sinful souls that reside behind a facade of innocence; because there are few who are truly innocent. Even then, Katherine has sworn not only through her contract but to herself that she would protect others from a fate they don’t deserve, that senseless loss and death will not be accepted by her hands.

_{O R I G I N}

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By all appearances, the childhood of Katherine Königin was one of unremarkable mundanity— never could she imagine what sort of responsibilities would fall on her shoulders when she became sixteen years old and her life would begin to take a dramatic and extraordinary turn that would change everything she had ever known. Katherine was born in Crescent City only a few days after the bells of the new millennium rang and was raised by her parents in what could only be described as an “idyllic” environment in a upper middle class suburban neighborhood that had little strife and issues to speak of; a sort of perfection that Katherine and her friends would jokingly call plastic and fake for the majority of their childhood as they explored without worry of consequence. Despite this though Katherine was not naïve in her upbringing nor was she snobbish like many others in the neighborhood; a reality that was due in part to the parentage of her father, Detective Jonathan Konigin, who molded Katherine’s morals and ideals from the onset alongside his morally-inclined wife who worked as a nationally regarded medical practitioner and socialite.

But despite all of the “perfection” that existed in Katherine’s childhood, it wasn’t to last forever. Whilst at a High School theatrical production where Katherine played the lead role a tension began to fill the air and not one from her prospective performance but rather on what was to come that she couldn’t at the time possibly be aware of. This was also be significant as it was the first time she would cross paths with the celestial alien lifeform known as Queon, though she would write off such appearance as her imagining things until their first real meeting several weeks later. Harboring an interest in Katherine, Queon had found himself interested with the girl’s moral compass, cosmic potential, and the tragedy itself that had prevented her mother from attending the play— the tragedy that had prevented her mother from surviving a chance encounter with a man outside the hospital of which where she worked; a man that had driven a knife through her throat.

The loss of Dr. Priscilla Königin was one that drove a wedge in the consciousness of the family; not only because of the sudden loss of the optimistic and idealistic matriarch of the family but also the brutality and ruthlessness of the murder itself. Katherine was appalled by the vicious crime, her younger sister was shocked by the happening, and her father was furious— all understandable emotions to feel regarding the situation they had been forced to experience. Dedicated by solving his wife’s murder, Detective Jonathan Konigin worked around the clock to pick up the pieces through dedicated investigative police-work where he and his team of fellow homicide detectives and forensic scientists began putting together the pieces. Tracking everything back to a young eccentric Silicon Valley-type millionaire by the name of Patrick Wells the long process of arresting and proving the murder was on Wells’ hands became the principal issue as Wells’ lawyer had evidence thrown out as circumstantial, poked holes in the prosecution’s arguments, and cleverly fabricated evidence that “proved” Wells was innocent. The police worked faster and harder, but ultimately the case was thrown out as a mistrial due to several factors and the millionaire savant walked freely and smugly that he got away with it.

The victory of Patrick Wells is what caused Queon to appear before Katherine in the darkness of the night. It was here that the celestial being proposed several pragmatic questions as he explained to her what he was and why he was on the planet Earth— and why he needed Katherine’s help. And that is where Katherine’s story begins.

_{T A L E N T S}

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Celestial-imbued Physiology: The cosmic beings simply known as “Celestials” have been monitors of the universe since time immaterial and as such have taken wards of various species to be their guardians, sentinels, and wardens against various threats on a galactic level. As the ward of a celestial, Katherine is imbued with cosmic energy to become effectively superhuman. These abilities are vast and can be summed to various effects such as god-like strength, speed, endurance, reflexes, and restorative abilities.

• Superhuman Strength: Katherine’s strength level varies on her concentration, stamina, and endurance but ultimately it is safe to assume she is on par with what she tends to fight as a general rule. Her strength allows her to punch through concentrated steel, throw automobiles almost effortlessly, and possibly hold up at least two-hundred thousand tons of weight for a short duration of time.

• Heightened Reflexes: The cosmic energy that runs through Katherine has gained her heightened reflexes so she can react quicker and faster when dodging enemy attacks as well as perceiving situations around her more efficiently. While she doesn’t have a “sixth sense” or anything of the sort it is described that her predecessors could perceive monstrous attacks fast enough to react to dodge them.

• Levitation: Using the cosmic energy within her Katherine can levitate in the air giving the appearance of flight as well as move at various levels of speed when being imbued with enough energy to allow her to levitate— though the harder she pushes herself the more stress it will put on her.

• Healing Factor: Katherine can recover from various wounds after a time of recovery; though such restoration of her vitality cannot be achieved within her “active” form.

_{W E A K N E S S E S}

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While the abilities gained from being linked with a cosmic being have fundamentally given Katherine superhuman abilities it does come with several critical flaws, weaknesses, and limitations with most notably being that of her stamina and endurance as well as her mental state. In short Katherine is not invulnerable by any definition as a various amount of damage can be placed upon her by various effects— in the end she is still just an altered humanoid who can feel pain, bleed, and potentially die from exertions from other beings. Ultimately when her cosmic energy is depleted and her soul destroyed there will be no possibility of her recovering from any wounds.

_{C A S T}

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Queon of the Celestials: The cosmic being that Katherine made her contract with and her mentor in her newfound mission against the Abyssals.

@Gowi

Approved

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Yeah, I've been working on some stuff. Might have it posted tonight.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

We're definitely going to need some updates on the need to know events section.

I'll probably be recording my own character's interactions in the CS deposit as well.

@MelonHead

The need to know events is a season by season section. As we just started this season, it's empty. There is a link to the 1st season, so if you need to look at need to knows from then, it's easily accessible

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

So this character is a bit of a mix between Milo and another character I used to play. Hope he's acceptable.

Vampire Casper

Name:
Casper.

Other Names:
Formerly known as:
Asad - Assassin.
Athus - Assassin.
Luke - Wanderer.
Oreon - Freelancer.
Vath - Mercenary.

Current Occupation:
Demon Hunter.

Real Name:
Asad Shari

Ethnicity:
Egyptian.

Age:
24 (228).

Languages:
Through his travels, Casper has grown fluent in the following languages:
English.
Arabic.
Greek.
Japanese.

Alias:
Shade.

Speech Color:
ed1c24

Character Alignment:
Walking the Line.

Identity:
Secret.

Character Personality:
"Tend to stick to myself most of the time. After a hundred years ya' don't have much to say, ya' know? People say I'm as calm as death, heh...if only they knew, right? I mean, what's the point in gettin' worked up about shit anymore? I used to care, used to care a lot. Don't do this, don't do that, follow these orders and follow those, one thing after another but now everything's just flowin' on. The world withers and dies around me constantly and here I am, remainin' to see everything die out and grow back up.

Seein' the world from this point of view kinda' puts shit in perspective. Ya' stop carin' that much, ya' stop really givin' a fuck about shit that doesn't concern you. Sure, I'll stand up for myself and those I care about, I'm not made of friggin' stone, but I won't go outta' my way to be some kind of savior for every lost puppy out there. I'd like to think of myself as an observer, I guess. I watch the world run by and fade into the distance only to leave behind somethin' else entirely. People like crime lords come and go, they ain't the first and sure as fuckin' hell ain't gonna' be the last.

If people knew what I am, they'd sharpen their pitchforks and light the pyres no matter where I go, it never changes. Some people are gonna' be all for magic, some against it, some are gonna' be for the fairy folk and some against em'. Me, I don't care. Can ya' fire a storm from your fingertips? Ain't that swill, good for you. Ain't gonna' prepare a fuckin' pyre cause' of it. Got pointy ears and glitter in your hair? Fabulous, sunshine.

Wherever ya' go people are people and ideals are ideals. Eventually ya' stop givin' a shit and believe me, everythin' gets easier to deal with when ya' do. Deal with what affects you, and don't waste your time with antyhin' else. I learned that shit the hard way."

Relationship Status:
Singel
"Who in their right friggin' mind would want me?"

Partner:
None
"Sometimes...I wish I had someone to hold, ya' know? Heh, it's a stupid thought, though. Should focus on other shit, instead..."

Father:
Halash Shari (Biological, Deceased)

Mother:
Hanah Shari (Biological, Deceased)

Ani Ishar (Sire, Alive)

Height:
5'8".

Weight:
90Ibs.

Character Appearance:
Scrawny, frail and fragile. Casper's a short and visibly weak young man who wouldn’t pose much of a threat, was he not a vampire. He seems to be on constant guard, his large red eyes ever vigilant for an impending ambush and he often keeps something in his hands. A book pressed against his chest, his fingers wrapped around the strap of his shoulder bag or fiddling with his hands are common sights.

His black hair would be considered rather long and thick, bangs falling over his forehead and covers his eyes unless kept out of the way. He doesn’t possess any notable scars or additions to his body, but possesses a single tattoo acquired during his embrace of darkness, when he was turned into a Lamia. It can be found on the right side of his chest. Due to the vampire's Egyptian heritage, he possesses olive skin unseen on most within Camelot's walls.

His ribs are rather visible and ‘you need to eat more’ is common to hear. Despite an otherwise reserved demeanor, he doesn’t seem to have much of a problem with his body. It’s not much to look at, and the scrawny nature is certainly nothing held in high regard. It could be assumed that there are little to no visible muscles stretching out across his frame, leaving a set of plain limbs stretching out from his torso.

Fitting his frame, Casper possesses a quiet but light voice. As he speaks in somewhat silence, it can be hard to hear his words and he doesn't like repeating himself too often. He has however learned that it's often necessary.

Casper treads with care, his eyes trailing the floor as he walks. Some people has stated that his big eyes are rather 'cute', and some has stretched it out to his whole being as 'cute'. It could also be argued that eyes seem bigger the smaller you are. Most would however simply call him a freak due to their color.

Uniform/costume:
Casper does not wear anything special. He sticks to more comfortable clothes, though seems to favor dark colors. Most of the time, he wears a black t-shirt under a black leather jacket along with a pair of jeans and converse shoes.

Weapon:
Casper is in the possession of a demonic weapon, the essence of the fallen angel Raziel sealed within a blade. Raziel and Casper initiated a contract with each other out of pure desperation. Having fallen from grace, Raziel was not beyond redemption, something he displayed clearly once he turned against his demonic brethren. Throughout his travels as a hunter of demons, Casper has come across a countless amount of the beasts, most notably Raziel.

At their lives’ end with nothing but a desperate outcome available to them, Casper and Raziel in the midst of a raging battle against the latter’s former allies were forced to initiate a pact with each other, sealing them into a symbiotic relationship where Raziel now acts as Casper’s weapon.

(More info will be revealed about this event in game.)

Strengths:
"Nothing's immortal."
Raziel is a blade capable of wounding and slaying anything. Demons, immortals, incorporeal and ethereal beings can all be hurt by Raziel's edge. Like any human, if they sustain enough damage from the blade, they will die.

“We’re bound together; this will never change.”
Raziel has proven to be indestructible as the blade is protected by powerful magic as well as a spirit possessing the sword.

“Nothing will stand in our path. We’ll eradicate the demonic scum.”
As is common among magical swords, Raziel is capable of cutting through incredibly durable materials.

“Always at your side, Cassy.”
The person which has linked their soul with Raziel is capable of summoning the blade at will.

“You’ve gotten quite a taste for demon blood, haven’t you?”
Any living being cut by Raziel’s edge will have their blood drained into the sword, nourishing the vampire wielding it.

"They won't be able to hide from us."
Raziel can see past untrue shapes, revealing what lurks beneath. This is quite useful as demons often disguise themselves as human. Casper can however not see this, meaning Raziel has to inform him.

Weaknesses:
Raziel has a personality and as such, if Raziel and his master are at odds with each other, Raziel can choose not to cut at all, dulling its blade to the point of worthlessness.

In anyone else's hand but Raziel master, the sword is useless and cannot harm another person. This can be considered a strength if an enemy would happen upon the blade but a weakness if Milo wants to lend the sword to a friend.

Raziel and Casper are linked together, keeping each other alive. Would this link somehow be severed; they’d both instantly die.

Whether it is due to jealously or a side effect of the pact, any other weapon Casper attempts to use withers in his hands. Raziel is the only weapon he can hold.

Raziel

Origin Info/Details:
"Life's not pretty, it never was. Tell me, what's more useful than a huge dude with muscles bigger than you, breakin' down doors and takin' names? Well, maybe that dude would never be an assassin, but know that the sharpest blade is the element of surprise. Would you believe me if I said that there's a small sect out there, a fuckin' group of assassin's who kill for the highest bidder? Course' you friggin' would. Though, would you believe that the leader of that sect decided to turn a everyone into a fuckin' vampire and trained them how to fight for a hundred years? Would you? Fuck if I care, really...cause' it happened. I was offered something by a figure in the night, original I know, and said yes. Now, what happened was that I lived on the streets. I scraped by everyday to get some food, to survive. It wasn't nice but it was the only thing I had ever known. I mean, the shit was my life, right...?

There was this one day, can't believe I still remember this crap, when I got the shit beaten out of me by some street punks. I had gotten my hands on some cheese, imagine that shit, right? In a bloody freaking mess, I tried to crawl away but they wouldn't let me. See, the cheese I had stolen, it was theirs. If you don't do your shit right, you'll end up fucked. At this point the pain was just too much. I wanted to pass out but the fuckin' adrenaline in my body wouldn't let me. It was if it wanted me to keep fighting, to get back on my feet and throw another punch. Yeah, it didn't work.

Though, the warm gushing of blood which sprayed across my body wasn't my own. If it was, I would barely have been able to tell because of the pain already pinning me to the ground. I heard screams before five guys joined me on the concrete, their bodies shred to fuckin' pieces. Now, I heard a voice. It was cold like the grave, dark like a fuckin' abyss. I thought death had came to claim me, but I didn't know death looked so friggin' proper. Dressed in the finest silk, this woman sheathed an elegant blade by her waist and smiled at me, that dark friggin' smile pulling me closer in some twisted, disturbing way. 'I can make you strong, I can give you everything you've ever desired.' Tell me, what would you have chosen in my seat? Half dead, beaten to a pulp, bleeding out on the ground and knowing that tomorrow was just another day in hell, what would you have done? Of course I took her hand when she extended it. Warm, she wasn't as cold as I thought he was, her skin warm to the touch yet her voice chilling like ice.

Of course, she never told me what she was gonna' do. She never told me that she was going to fuckin' kill me and bring me back as a vampire but it made me understand why she decided to save me. This woman could have taken anyone she wanted, but she took me, a street punk without a single fuckin' worth to my name. Being my savior, she knew that I was now bound to her. She knew that I owed her my friggin' eternity which she had granted. Being a nobody, I was the perfect candidate for her little experiment and being a scrawny fuck I was the perfect weapon. Who would expect someone like me to be effective on the battlefield? The most perfect assassin is someone who appears harmless but can sting like a scorpion, someone no one would expect could pull it off, but is able to kill without a moment's remorse. That's what she made me into, her little puppet. For the next one hundred fuckin' years, I was her puppet, her little sword which she pointed in a direction before blood was spillt.

Yeah, it took me a hundred fuckin' years to see that this chick didn't care about anything but money. She didn't have an overarching ideal, she didn't fight for anything she believed in. She just wanted death and money, and I gave it to her. Meanwhile, friggin' lords and tyrants were tearing the place apart and my Sire was completely indifferent to it. Why did I care? Well, a hundred years for a Lamia might not have changed my mind much, but it has given me experience. It has let me see things. The world is bigger than our hideout, it's bigger than the sword I swing. I wasn't gonna' live the rest of my fuckin' eternity as a weapon for a psychotic murderer who fought for nothing but her own greed. The world was falling apart and if I was an assassin, at the very fuckin' least...I could use those skills for someone else than my Sire. I could use em' for me.

Though...I wanna' rest, now. I want a simple friggin' life...just for a while, ya' know? If I breathed...it'd be a breath of fresh air, but c'mon, we all know that shit's not gonna' happen."

Hero Type:
Acrobat, Vampire.

Power Level:
City and World level.

Powers/Race:

Lamia Features:
"Those eyes...they're not human..."
A vampiric race, the Lamia appear to have red eyes, making social interaction a chore at times.

"Nothing but trickery. You are a corpse and little more."
Fully fed, the Lamia's body appears warm and much like that of a human. However, a Lamia whom has gone without blood for a time appears pale and cold. Lamia are required to feed everyday to stay healthy, much like their previous lives dictated.

"A nuisance are what they are! A deranged creature stuck in time!"
Many vampiric races are accompanied by an array of dark knowledge from the years, turning even a child into a matured scholar. The Lamia on the other hand retains the mental maturity of when they were turned.

"It matters little what differentiates the undead. A vampire is nothing but an eternal curse to our world..."
Like every vampire, the Lamia are ageless.

"Such unholy creatures! Not even magic will befriend them."
Lamia have displayed an inability to use any kind of magic.

"All that you are will be drained into them. Their embrace will kill you, and you will be brought back as an abomination. May the divines have mercy..."
To create a Lamia, the vampire must first drain every drop of blood from a living creature before injecting a single drop of their own. A minute will pass before the newly sired Lamia will arise.

"Do not be fooled by their mortal aspects. Whenever you can kill a Lamia, you do it.
Like mortal races, the Lamia can indeed get tired and fatigued if they go without sleep for a prolonged amount of time.

"This is when you should strike. Keep your eyes open for pale skin and a cold presence."
Without blood in their system, the Lamia will fall into a coma like state from which they cannot wake up without being fed blood. This is called the Slumber.

"They can't feel the warmth of your body, the loving touch of your skin. Don't even try to think that they can love!"
Lamia are unable to feel the elements due to their undead nature. Warmth or cold passes them by without a single feeling to their skin.

"Aye, they tire but not like you and I, these demons..."
Like every undead, Lamia vampires do not breathe and cannot feel exhaustion through mortal means, other than the need to sleep.

"Hunting these vile creatures require you to know everything about them, even the things you don't think are very pretty..."
Being undead, Lamia vampires do not have biological functions such as the need to excrete. The blood they consume remains inside their bodies until fully used up. Every vampire species do however have the physical sense of touch and can just like any mortal race feel pain and arousal, whereas many vampire races pursue the latter with a zeal, hence the stereotype.

Strengths:
"Magic is not on their side, but take heed my friend. These demonic abominations are not to be understatement..."
Like most vampires, Lamia possess supernatural prowess in strength, speed and reflexes. It has been noted that their physical capabilities are on the level of ten grown men.

"Their most dangerous aspect. Be careful, my friend...they are still demons and should be dealt with as such."
What truly separates the Lamia from their vampiric cousins is their ability to walk in sunlight without being hurt.

"I swear, I severed his arm from place with a vicious cut but it grew back! I wasn't drunk, it happened!"
Using the blood they have drained, Lamia are able to regenerate their wounds. The more grievous the wound, the more blood they need to use to regenerate, bringing them fatigue and eventually the Slumber.

"Don't believe in myths. Go for the head, always the head."
Shoving a stake into their hearts to kill a Lamia is merely myth as the muscle doesn't even work. Severing a Lamia's head will lead to instant death however, a method highly recommended.

Weaknesses:
"They are creatures of darkness, no matter where they tread."
Despite being able to walk under the sun, the Lamia are a nocturnal being and such they find it uncomfortable. Their regeneration functions slower under the sun and unless hidden behind glasses, their eyes are quite sensitive to the light.

"Silver, my friend. It is a gift from the divine."
Wounds delivered by silver cannot regenerate on the spot. A Lamia will need to sleep for eight hours and use their blood based regeneration to heal from wounds caused by silver. Merely touching silver will wound the vampire like a burning ember. The same weakness holds true for fire.

"Vampires they may be, but they don't hold many tricks up their sleeves."
Unlike many other vampires, Lamia cannot dominate others with their voices or their eyes. They cannot fly, and they cannot control animals with their minds. Neither can they transform into one. The Lamia's physical enhancement is their only trick.

"Trust in the gods, my friend. Trust in them, and they will help you."
Walking on holy ground will prevent a Lamia from regenerating while upon holy soil.

Attributes:
Strength Level:
Ten times a normal human.

Speed/Reaction Timing Level:
Fourty MPH.

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort:
Three hours.

Agility:
Twenty times a normal human.

Intelligence:
Normal.

Fighting Skill:
Excellent combatant.
"I've been trainin' with weaponry and martial arts for over a hundred years. I know how to take care of myself, promise..."

Vampiric reflexes.
"Yeah, I notice shit..."

Melee Accuracy.
"Everyone has a weak spot..."

Stealthy.
"Been taught to stay in the shadows when I need to..."

Personal Weaknesses:
Social skills.
"Alright so I'm new to this shit, alright...?"

Ranged weaponry.
"The fuck would I use a gun for...?"

Food.
"Yeah, can't eat it. Barfin' that crap up hurts more than silver so...don't gimme' food..."

Reading people.
"Just cause' I've been around doesn't mean I know what every fuckin' facial expression means..."

Expressing himself.
"Alright, listen...I have a hard time talkin' about shit that bugs me..."

Cooking.
"I can't cook cause' I don't know how the hell it should taste...! C'mon...!"

Using silver silverware.
"This is just mean...I can't touch this shit...!"

Resources:
Moderate. Casper owns a small apartment.

Supporting Characters:
N/A

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Theme Songs:
"I have this weird feelin'..."
"You're in deep fuckin' shit now..."
"Ani...You can only be here for one reason..."
"I never stay in one place for too long...I try to remember everyone, though..."

@Shard

Looks good to me. Approved.

And as you were approved before (yes, I do remember you :p ) there's no need for a sample post, so you're good to go