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PRIES - Paranormal Noir RP [Always recruiting]

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PRIES - Paranormal Noir RP [Always recruiting]

Michael Viscardi

Micheal sat there and participated with the "rituals" of the followers of Christ. He had never been the religious type so this was all tedious for him. He looked around and could tell why the Syndicate had been called here, The was an unusual devotion, and when the mother sent the boys up to get "healed" Micheal focused in on the situation. The man could manipulate the mind, and those purple veins, Micheal had not ever seen anything like it. When Pastor Goodfellow asked for the new faces to come forward, Micheal looked around at his team mates to see what should be done and when Buck went up first Micheal followed soon after. "Hello Father, the names Micheal." He said with a simile as he shook his hand.

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Micheal

Name: Micheal Viscardi
Nickname: Sparky
Age: 80
Race: Vampire
Height: 6'0
Weight: 195lbs
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Red

Description: Micheal has chestnut brown hair and his eyes are a menacing red. He was turned during his second year in college and this left him in fit, young body for the rest of his life. He has the runners build; lean with a little muscle here and there. Micheal has a flower tattoo on his back, and a tribal turtle on his left shoulder. Micheal would blend in with the average group of jocks and pretty boys at the same time. He has a hard brown line, most of the time he wears his natural "bed" hair throughout the day. One of his best features before and after he was turned would be his eyes, before he was turned they where a beautiful hazel that would flicker in the light, now they are a striking red, a deep crimson that pulls in any who looks long enough.

Appearance

Personality: Micheal is a fun-loving creature, he learned the hard way to make the best of any situation. Most of the time his behavior can be seen as immature, or not right for the moment but actually he takes most things very seriously but does not show it. Micheal has a way of getting under people’s skin with his smile, or the way his eyes shine, this is simply because he does not believe it is the end for him, and having an optimistic outlook on the situation makes everything better. Micheal can be seen smiling even when there is no reason to, but under it all there lies a dark truth for him, the truth that he is no longer human and that he probably never will be, never the less he still strives to make the best of his situation.

Background: Micheal Wirghtwater was born May 5th, 1936 in Sacramento, California. He was born a few years before WW2 started and while America was at the tail end of The Great Depression. He was raised by a single mother in a small two bed room apartment with 3 older brothers. As a child , Micheal was fascinated by war and the danger and adventure it brought. He had family who fought in WW1 and he would hear the grim side and also the stories of the different places they visited, what they did, how they survived. All throughout his childhood he said he wanted to become a solider and defend his country. So he learned everything he could, and became a "war hawk" as his brothers called it, listening to the radio like it was a preacher in church.

When he graduated high school at 18 he kept to his dream and enlisted with the military. He would participate in the Vietnam War and Micheal also died in this war as well. He was 24 when the US began to increase their presence in Southern Vietnam. When he was called into duty he went in with his eldest brother, his mother was in the hospital and his two other brothers where not heard from in a long time. Micheal and his brother Clark where killed in 1964 surprise attack while their unit was moving through the jungle. The where bombed on and shot down while they tried to flee to cover. Micheal was dying, he was severely wounded, and almost met his maker if it had not been for a Vampire who also enlisted and found him alive. Lawrence Viscardi turned Micheal so that the boy would live, but he could not save his already dead brother. The day after his "death" Micheal woke up in a barracks with a tall figure in the corner of the room looking at all the commotion. Soon after the two would take back to the battle field and Lawrence would teach Micheal everything he would need to know about being a vampire. They went through numerous battles, feeding and getting hurt, heal and so on until the end of the war in 1975. Micheal did not know that Clark was dead and upon finding out that Lawrence kept this information from him, tensions grew between the two.

After the war Micheal changed his name to Viscardi. Micheal and Lawrence had been staying in Australia and it was in the outback that Lawrence went missing. They went on a hike to see some of the wildlife and one moment Micheal had been trying to take pictures of some animals and the next Lawrence had disappeared from Micheal's radar all together. Over the next few years he would look all over form him, for months he searched around the world until he returned to the States. By now his mother was dead and his only two remaining siblings where off living life with children of their own, he searched for his "brother" and found traces of him everywhere, he tried to get help from any and everyone but could not find any solid evidence that he was alive.

The Syndicate came to play in his life when he was searching for help to find the older Viscardi. He had heard about The Syndicate from Lawrence and reached out any way he could until they finally answered. They came down to an agreement, that in exchange for help with his search he would provide his skills and services to The Syndicate in any way shape or form.

Weapon(s):

Brass knuckles that are gold and have his initials in the middle.

2 9mm that he had hand crafted on as a gift to his father before he disappeared.

Skills:

Silver Tongue: Micheal has learned to talk his way out of many situations, dealing with questioning humans and aggressive creatures of the night. Micheal can lie easily to most people with out any problem, and has a tendency to take advantage of this.

Father's Training: His father come from a time where if a man could not protect himself with his bare hands then he is not a man at all. So he had him trained to defend himself throughout all of their travels. He learned how to defend himself mostly in many different fighting styles, he only learned enough to keep him alive, but not enough to kill a man.

Vampire Hunter: Form all those years hunting his father, Shane has learned how to pick up on social cues of super naturals especially vampires. He learned their scent, and how they move through a crowd.

Undead Shooter: Shane taught him self how to shoot his 9mm, he uses his heightened senses to help locate his target and make a cleaner shot.

Power(s):

Bat Swarming: Shane can disperse his body into a swarm of bats, scattering into a human size swarm of bats for a few seconds and move quickly to any spot about 10 feet form his original position. He uses it often to help get in and out of combat and also to jump around his enemies. This ability takes a toll on his energy and makes him hungrier. Think of it as a short distance bat flash step.

Glamour: A common vampire ability that allows Shane to influence the mind of lesser beings (aka humans). The glamour is a simple slight of hand in the mind, Zane implies enough mental influence on his target that they become compelled to do what he says for a shot amount of time. Most glamours made by Zane only last a few moments and only work for small actions.

Vampire Physiology: When Shane was turned he was given the traits most vampires get, enhanced senses, strength, speed and regeneration. His senses are more sensitive, for example he can hear a hummingbirds heart beat. Shane can run as fast as a car, and see 100ft away. He can heal almost any injury, and depending on what the damage gives way to how fast he heals, if its s sun light burn its going to take a while but if it's a knife cut, then just a few mins. His can lift the average SUV, and punch through concrete.

Wallcrawling: Shane can walk, run, crawl, sit, leap, dance, and move on almost any surface. He can run up walls, stand on ceilings, and bogie down mountain cliffs.

No Gods or Kings (DC Superhero RP)

Name:
Mari McCabe

Alias:
Vixen

Species:
Human

Power/Ability Set:
Vixen has the Tantu Totem, and it gives her the power to tap into the "morphogenetic field" of the Earth.
This allows her to mimic the abilities of any animal she can think of, by simply focusing on a specific animal abilities and then drawing it directly from the field. She has been known to mimic a vast array of forest animals.

Personality:
Vixen is a kind but has a guarded heart. Due to the events in her childhood she learned how to make any situation work and how to deal with the darker side of humanity. She does not warm up easy to anyone, but once you have her trust you wont lose it unless u betray her. She works well with a team and always works towards achieving the overall goal.

Biography:
Growing up in a small African village, Mari Jiwe McCabe heard the legend of the “Tantu Totem” from her parents. She was the daughter of Reverend Richard Jiwe, the village priest, who was her sole caretaker, as poachers, lead by a man named Kwesi, killed her mother years ago. Reverend Jiwe himself was killed by his half-brother (Mari's uncle) General Maksai. Makasai wanted the Tantu Totem, which had been in Reverend Jiwe's possession.

Now orphaned, she fled to America, she set up an identity for herself as Mari McCabe and used her beauty to become a well-known fashion model in New York City. At a young age of 23, Mari used her newfound wealth to travel the world and on a trip back to Africa, she came across her uncle. He still had possession of the Tantu Totem, after outwitting him, she stole it back. Now she has returned to America and is currently testing the abilities of her new gift to its fullest extent.

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Lars was a little taken back by the forwardness of the girl and just stood there with a look of surprise as she went up and down the isle with his basket. Now that he looked at her better she was very pretty, gorgeous even, and she seemed very cheerful. Her mood was clashing with his attempts to stay negative and he was kind of liking the bright sun in front of him. When she stared at him he blushed and scratched the back of his neck and looked away not being able o keep eye contact.

"Okay fine. But I need to find the rest of this stuff before we go anywhere." He said as he took the basket back and continued back down the isle.

DC Universe: Anarchy [Looking for players]

A hell fire portal opened in the back ally of the tourist section of the lunar colony. Zane stepped through it and closed it behind him. Doctor Fate had only given him enough ingredients for two portals one there and one back so he would have to use them wisely. It has been a while since his mom went missing, Zane has been looking, trying every locator spell, checking her normal spots, even asking her friends in the magical community, but nothing has worked. So Zane turned his eyes to another source of information, Anarchy. He was the last person to see his mother Zatanna alive and he was gonna tell him where she was. It was not just Zatanna that was missing though, it was a majority the magical entities on earth that had dropped form the face of the planet after superman death. Some of the only ones left that Zane knows about are Doctor Fate, Shazam, Black Adam, Donna Troy. The rest he has not heard from, or could not find. His mentor Doctor Fate has been training him but was against his next plan of action, to try and find away to get Anarchy to spill the beans about his parents. Its why he came to the Lunar Colony, he has been finding people close or associated to Anarchy and asking them for information.

He came here looking to see if the only lead Fate would give him actually worked. He walked around the corner and started his search for the woman in the picture. He had never been here before so he also came to see the sights. As he looked around he saw the woman standing alone observing the crowd eating some hand held food. He walked up and stood next to her, trying to be as causal as possible.

"retty crowd huh? Your first time here?"

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Lars was startled and almost dropped the jar of unpronounceable substance that was in his hand. He let out sigh of relief and put the jar back on the shelf. He looked at the source of his discomfort with a scowl, he had seen this girl around once and a while b ut never spoke to her.

"I am trying to kill time, and why would you wanna learn how to ride?" He said as he stared holes into the list in his hand and looked around the rest of the ingredients.

The general store was owned by a older witch in the coven who made it so that it could double as a store for magical items and also normal everyday house hold things. She enchanted the store so that only people who could use magic can see the "other" items. Lars continued to look around and slowly put things in his basket, and continued on like this awaiting the girls response.

DC Universe: Anarchy [Looking for players]

@TheUnknowable I can do lunar colony I'll get a post up.

Too Many Heroes...

Def interested

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Lars woke up tat morning with a headache, he had been out partying last night with some of the other younger witches and it had gotten out of hand. He did his normal morning routine, he got dressed in black joggers, converse, and a blue long sleeve t-shirt. As he was getting ready he smelt bacon eggs and syrup coming from down stairs and he knew it was his mother. This caused Lars to sigh, the mere thought of having to deal with his parents while nursing a hangover just increased the intensity of the throbbing going on in his head. He went down stairs and found that both his parents where seated and had made him a plate with his favorites, bacon eggs and pancakes all covered in syrup. Lars went through two helpings before his father finally spoke.

"How was the party? I hope you stayed out of trouble?" The an said while taking a sip of his coffee. Lars hated these talks, his mother insisted they have a breakfast together every morning since they told him about his magic three years ago. Ever since he has out his parents on thin ice, only using them for lively hood and teachings.

"It was fine, I drank a little, but other than that it was a normal party." He aid in a monotone voice, his mother tsked at his response. She hated him drinking, but never commented.

"Well if your up to it I need you to go into town and get these materials I have a project I'm working on and I ran out of this stuff, you can find it at the general store." His dad was always working on some new spell or potion, but he had never been successful....yet.

Lars nodded his head and jumped at the opportunity to get out of the war zone. He snatched the list and ran to his longboard and was off. His family lived in the suburb of Carlsford but it was not that far from Main Street. He arrived and saw the city was up and moving people put trying to fill their day with different activities and he set out to make his task take as long as possible.