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This would certainly be an interesting RP.
Let me know when to post a character sheet :)
Let me know when to post a character sheet :)
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Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
Sounds awesome count me in
Looks Good. May want a place on this.
Post will be up in a few hours.
Cs is up
Will be finished with the CS by some time tonight.
Had a massive project at work lol.
Had a massive project at work lol.
Sounds like a good time. Count me interested.
Current Name: Joe Oldman (Joe to the mortals Zodd or an alias to the other immortals or creatures of the night)
Alias: The Wanderer
Age: Unknown. But some pieces of his shattered memory allow him to believe that he is far older than the Roman Empire
Species: The Immortals
Appearance:
Standing at 6'6 with a bulging muscular frame that centuries of tireless war and travel have built Joe is truly a specimen to behold. Like his fellow immortals (however few they may be) Joe bears blazing red eyes, which he covers with either pure black, or hazel eyed contacts depending on his mood. Unlike other immortals however he does not bear the snow white hair of his brethren. As to why he has this distinct genetic difference is still unknown.
Joe is also riddled with strange and ancient tattoos of long lost or forgotten civilizations across multiple parts of his body. One is even rumoured to have been etched onto his manhood . As to how ancient masters figured out a way to keep their traditional markings on to Joe's skin is an art long since forgotten to even Joe himself.
History: "I have told this story...Twenty...Twenty Two. Yes! Twenty Two times sounds about right. The last time I told this story was 120 years ago I believe. And it starts out just like every other story that every other man tells when he speaks about some turning point or tragedy in his life. " Joe Oldman stood with his back resting against the crumbling wall of the old ruined castle his host had arranged to meet at, his tanned face and blood red eyes almost looking ethereal in the light of the full moon. A cloud of cigarette smoke left his lungs and filled the room as he spoke. "It all started with a woman. A beautiful Woman. With bright red eyes..."
Joe is unlike any other immortal. As far as he knows he was a man once. A very mortal man. The time and place of his birth are long forgotten to him. But the few things that Joe does still know about himself are as follows: 1. He was not born with the red eyes he currently possesses. 2. He was a soldier. A very good soldier. To who he swore his allegiance? He cannot recall. But he can recall that he had men...Many, many men under his command. And he used these men to kill many many people. 3. He had died once. Or he had at least come close. Damn close. Until a woman saved him. A beautiful woman with red eyes.
What Joe cannot remember. What he has dreamt about nearly every night for millennia is the why. Why did she save him? Why did she give him eternity? Was is a curse? A gift?
All he can see at the end of the dream is the beautiful woman with red eyes smiling at him in the sunlight. His blood on her hands. Her red hues looking into his as she holds him and speaks. But he can never hear the words. The damned words. The words that have plagued him for so long. He shouts in this dream. Something about being undeserving of something. About having his hands stained with far too much blood. The something he cannot recall. Did he love the woman? Did she love him? He can't recall. Is that why she saved him? Is that why she had given him eternity so long ago?
Joe Oldman. The immortal they call "wanderer" has been searching for the link to his beginning since the day his life ended. Millennia he has searched for the red eyed woman, from one continent to the next. All in hopes that she may remember him and the reason that she gave him eternity. Perhaps then he will be free of the dreams that have kept him prisoner for centuries. And now, in the Laboratory of one Leonardo Saro he has found hope. He has made a deal with the mad vampire. In exchange for being his subject for a time Leonardo will see to it that he would use his knew found knowledge to create a way for his more advanced vampires to be able to smell the scents of people with his type of blood...Her blood. And when these new found creatures are ready he shall take them with him in search of her. In search of the woman that he so desperately seeks
Other: As an immortal Joe's healing ability is second to none. Even Vampires and werewolves would be hard pressed to take the damage and pain that Joe can endure. He is also immune to the ravages of disease, as well as some of the fatigue that a normal man would find in battle or physical exertion. This means that while a normal man would be puking his guts out or gasping for air 15 miles into a marathon Joe would find himself in something close to that state at 25 or 30.
For all of his gifts however Joe is still no match for a vampire or werewolf when it comes down to pure brute strength. But as those vampires or werewolves who underestimated him during the centuries have come to learn one truth, and that is that, in the face of an immortal brute strength is nothing against millennia of battle hardened instinct and skill. In present day even some of the most elder vampire race tread lightly in the presence of the 'wanderer.'
Alias: The Wanderer
Age: Unknown. But some pieces of his shattered memory allow him to believe that he is far older than the Roman Empire
Species: The Immortals
Appearance:
Standing at 6'6 with a bulging muscular frame that centuries of tireless war and travel have built Joe is truly a specimen to behold. Like his fellow immortals (however few they may be) Joe bears blazing red eyes, which he covers with either pure black, or hazel eyed contacts depending on his mood. Unlike other immortals however he does not bear the snow white hair of his brethren. As to why he has this distinct genetic difference is still unknown.
Joe is also riddled with strange and ancient tattoos of long lost or forgotten civilizations across multiple parts of his body. One is even rumoured to have been etched onto his manhood . As to how ancient masters figured out a way to keep their traditional markings on to Joe's skin is an art long since forgotten to even Joe himself.
History: "I have told this story...Twenty...Twenty Two. Yes! Twenty Two times sounds about right. The last time I told this story was 120 years ago I believe. And it starts out just like every other story that every other man tells when he speaks about some turning point or tragedy in his life. " Joe Oldman stood with his back resting against the crumbling wall of the old ruined castle his host had arranged to meet at, his tanned face and blood red eyes almost looking ethereal in the light of the full moon. A cloud of cigarette smoke left his lungs and filled the room as he spoke. "It all started with a woman. A beautiful Woman. With bright red eyes..."
Joe is unlike any other immortal. As far as he knows he was a man once. A very mortal man. The time and place of his birth are long forgotten to him. But the few things that Joe does still know about himself are as follows: 1. He was not born with the red eyes he currently possesses. 2. He was a soldier. A very good soldier. To who he swore his allegiance? He cannot recall. But he can recall that he had men...Many, many men under his command. And he used these men to kill many many people. 3. He had died once. Or he had at least come close. Damn close. Until a woman saved him. A beautiful woman with red eyes.
What Joe cannot remember. What he has dreamt about nearly every night for millennia is the why. Why did she save him? Why did she give him eternity? Was is a curse? A gift?
All he can see at the end of the dream is the beautiful woman with red eyes smiling at him in the sunlight. His blood on her hands. Her red hues looking into his as she holds him and speaks. But he can never hear the words. The damned words. The words that have plagued him for so long. He shouts in this dream. Something about being undeserving of something. About having his hands stained with far too much blood. The something he cannot recall. Did he love the woman? Did she love him? He can't recall. Is that why she saved him? Is that why she had given him eternity so long ago?
Joe Oldman. The immortal they call "wanderer" has been searching for the link to his beginning since the day his life ended. Millennia he has searched for the red eyed woman, from one continent to the next. All in hopes that she may remember him and the reason that she gave him eternity. Perhaps then he will be free of the dreams that have kept him prisoner for centuries. And now, in the Laboratory of one Leonardo Saro he has found hope. He has made a deal with the mad vampire. In exchange for being his subject for a time Leonardo will see to it that he would use his knew found knowledge to create a way for his more advanced vampires to be able to smell the scents of people with his type of blood...Her blood. And when these new found creatures are ready he shall take them with him in search of her. In search of the woman that he so desperately seeks
Other: As an immortal Joe's healing ability is second to none. Even Vampires and werewolves would be hard pressed to take the damage and pain that Joe can endure. He is also immune to the ravages of disease, as well as some of the fatigue that a normal man would find in battle or physical exertion. This means that while a normal man would be puking his guts out or gasping for air 15 miles into a marathon Joe would find himself in something close to that state at 25 or 30.
For all of his gifts however Joe is still no match for a vampire or werewolf when it comes down to pure brute strength. But as those vampires or werewolves who underestimated him during the centuries have come to learn one truth, and that is that, in the face of an immortal brute strength is nothing against millennia of battle hardened instinct and skill. In present day even some of the most elder vampire race tread lightly in the presence of the 'wanderer.'
Will be posting a CS in an hour or so.
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