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In my absence I have developed close relations with aliens!
2 yrs ago
I update my status every time I decide to log back in here after several years and check out just what shiny things I have still layin' around!
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5 yrs ago
Something drew me back here today. (Sept 28, 2019 )
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7 yrs ago
Returning from a 7 month hiatus.
Bio
This user occasionally disappears and seems to return only after several months or years have passed... just to disappear again.
History of Characters
Please note that this is really for my own purpose of nostalgia, to see my progress in character development and to cringe at my own creations. Feel free to cringe with me if you like.
Sadly I've deleted some of my character profiles due to withdrawing from rps and forgetting to record them. So I had more characters than what's shown here. These characters are sorted by date.
Kaeden Lucihan
"...You're not going to hurt me are you?"
Age: 17
Ability: Inhuman agility and reflexes. Wing powered flight and soul-bound items.
Appearance: 5'9 in height, 149 lbs, lean muscle build, white hair, snake-like blue eyes, serrated sharp canine teeth. Small pointed white horns protrude from his skull on the top of his head. He has a long skinny short-furred tail that ends in a fluffy tuft, a little like a lions; colour matches his hair. Large bat-like wings can protrude from his back to allow powered flight, these wings are one of his soul-bound 'items' as they're a summoned physical aspect rather than a physical alteration - otherwise he'd be going through a lot of shirts.
Ability Elaboration: Besides his agility and reflexes, as well as his horns and tail that seem to have no real purpose other than making him stand out, Kaeden has the ability to summon what he likes to call 'soul-bound items'. These are things attached to his soul on an astral level that he can manifest on the physical plane for his use. He only owns two: his wings and a pair of silver clawed gauntlets which he uses as weapons. Being soul-bound they can only be worn on his person in their specified location, meaning he can't summon his wings or gauntlets onto another person for them to use themselves. He manifests them using focus and intent, so his ability to summon them at all depends on his mental state. I.e if he's too tired or fatigued, or in a trance, he won't be able to focus well enough to summon them.
Personality: Socially awkward at first (often fails to mitigate this using humour), very skeptical and often skittish, easily startled, very social despite being terrible at it, can quickly get anxiety at random times, will be very withdrawn when dealing with anxiety.
Biography:
Kaeden has a traumatic past that still affects him deeply to this day.
His own birth parents had abandoned him in the middle of no where deeming him a monstrous curse upon them. Why? When he was 5 years old, just in kindergarten, his teacher had brought to the attention of his parents, strange growths on his head. One x-ray later, they had discovered their own son seemed to be growing a pair of horns from his skull. No biological or DNA test could provide them an answer as to why. Being quite the christian couple they tried to ignore it as just some form of mutation that would likely go away when he got older.
Except it got worse. At age 6 he began growing a tail, it wasn't entirely unusual for a human to have a tail, though highly unlikely, but what had his parents concerned was that his tail had white fur on it. Around the same time, his brown hair had become lighter and lighter in colour, until by age 7 his hair was completely white. It wasn't until his pupils became like that of a snake that his parents constantly began fighting about him, even discussing the matter of 'putting him down' before they ultimately decided to abandon him outside of the city.
From there he was bounced around different foster homes month after month, growing attached to his current parents only to have them throw him away, getting attached to his new parents only for the same thing to happen again. Some were weirded out by him, some tried to ignore his odd features, others were disgusted and many ended up neglecting him. At one point he discovered his summoning abilities when he was letting his frustrations out on his bedroom furniture, scratching everything up wishing he had claws to do more damage, to which clawed gauntlets appeared on his hands. Since then he tried experimenting, eventually discovering he could also summon wings, that's where his ability seemed to halt since further experimentation gave no results. He never showed any of his foster parents what he could do, figuring he's enough of a freak to them as is. The cycle of love>hate>abandon repeated multiple times, eventually making him feel hopeless and numb up until he reached age 15.
His last foster parents had kept him longer than the others had. He started feeling an inkling of hope that perhaps they didn't care about how different he was. Until one night when they thought he was asleep, he overheard them talking about getting rid of him. He was heartbroken to once again feel unwanted and unloved. His sadness turned to anger. He revealed himself to them, and during a heated shouting match, he summoned his gauntlets and slashed at his foster dads face. He still remembers their terrified expressions, how they looked at him like he truly was a monster. He ran away after that.
Ever since, he had become a thief to survive on his own. Becoming a squatter and taking residence in forgotten homes. It was during police chases and hunting parties that he learned of his inhuman capabilities of agility, speed and reflexes. However, his lifestyle of caution, wariness and fear of being caught by the age of 17 has left him highly skittish, jumpy and very skeptical of people's motives. One day after successfully stealing some food, he came across a flyer with information about a camp for people like him. His heart had raced with excitement at the mere thought that he wasn't alone. Dropping everything he had stolen to the ground he summoned his wings and without hesitation snatched the flyer and took off towards it's designated location.
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Knutik
"You look lost little child." A mysterious wraith-like shadow creature which at first glimpse would seem like something you'd find wandering a haunted location or hiding under your bed at night. Three clawed fingers, a fading torso ending in a wispy tail, piercing green glowing eyes and a physical form that looks akin to black fire, one would think this was a villain you'd see in a children's book.
Age: Immortal
Gender: Male
Rich or Poor: He doesn't understand/care for currency
Occupation: Being a necessary evil.
Powers/Abilities: Green (neutral colour) fire, shadows/darkness, black magic, shape-shifting, flying, phasing through material, having no soul makes it impossible for him to die,
Biography: Knutik is a Fervent Spirit; one of many. His gender is irrelevant or so he assumes, and is merely something he 'knows' he is but he has yet to meet a female counterpart. He's the materialization of dark emotions, primarily fear being the most prominent, that have existed for so long that they've, for lack of a better word, evolved into a sentient being. Mainly comprised of fear, he's spent eons enacting the role of survival, teaching creatures and ancestral humans the importance of fear and how it encourages them to live and survive to their fullest. He use to be deemed as evil, or a sign of bad luck, but some cultures worshiped him, understanding the importance of his symbolical existence. However, in the last several centuries, fear was being overturned by anger, hatred and violence. This had a very negative impact on Knutik, bringing out the lesser emotions he was made of and turning them into his main essence instead of fear. Reaching an all time high during the dark ages, Knutik turned into a sadistic monster of nightmares and death had turned into his specialty.
Various events during the Dark Ages resulted in him becoming a shy spirit whom didn't make much contact with people. This lead his believers to think he was just a fairy tail and those that stuck with him even during his violent era eventually stopped believing him. Still, very few people in the present may mention him. After World War II, Knutik settled into his own form of solitary confinement spending most of his time hidden away in old forests where he'd search for lost items to collect. For the longest time he held back from giving in to his more dangerous emotions fearing the monster he became during the Dark Ages, but as of the current days not long after an event within The Nameless Tavern, he's given up on that, allowing himself to be whatever he felt he was, even reveling in it.
Personality: Knutik is very laid-back and sometimes believes he's above consequences, that is until the harsh reality hits him. His personality varies extremely according to whatever emotion becomes most prominent for him. It's this prominent emotion that determines whether he's shy, fearful, dangerous or cocky. Knutik often hoards valuables he finds/steals and is extremely protective of his collection. Losing just one of his treasures can spurn him into an infuriated and agitated state. His treasures are safely hidden within his own created realm known as "The Void Neath".
Physiology Knutik is a physical being with powers, thus you can touch, feel and see him. He stands at 6 ft from head to wispy tail in his original wraith form and can be described to look like black fire is constantly slowly dissipating off him. Gravity affects him like any other physical thing, it's his use of magic that makes him fly. He is called a spirit because he is an animated being that doesn't inhabit a body, which lead many of his previous worshipers to believe him to be a stray soul trapped on the physical plane, which isn't actually true. He is physically made up of solid shadows that feel like cold silk to the touch and his 'heart' which behaves very much like a core is made up of fire. This fire is what produces the coloured glow to his eyes and mouth like a furnace within. Knutik isn't sure himself what the core is for since no matter what he shape-shifts into, it's always there. The only time it's not present is when he melts into the shadows, he discovered that the core transports to his realm during those times.
Currently Likes: Shiny objects, knick-knacks, treasures, gemstones, ancient relics, tormenting humans, solace, tasty food, interacting with people, stealing, destroying things, fire,
Currently Dislikes: Losing control of himself believing he should be above that, water, bright lights, being startled, losing his treasures, being unable to obtain a potential treasure, boredom, people who don't get easily intimidated, people who aren't scared of him, people who can defeat him,
Weaknesses/Flaws: Focused light burns away his shadows, sensitivity to emotions can make him unpredictable, easily caught off guard, white/light magic can temporarily destroy him,
Appearance: Black hair, grey 'piercing' eyes, pale skin, slim form, 5'9 in height, wears a black t-shirt and grey fur-trimmed coat, black pants and sneakers and leather belt.
Bio: Krye ended up in prison with no regard for his age with several life sentences at age 14 for brutally killing 6 classmates during school after a bout of major bullying. With a problematic childhood leading to a severely damaged sense of morality, he was subject to many terrible events and medications that, without a proper diagnosis of anything, had only managed to mess him up further. By 16 he was practically tossed into The World's Prison when nobody wanted to deal with him anymore. It was in the prison city that he could freely be himself, this gave him a much needed form of therapy to regain his somewhat normal behaviour.
During his years in The World's Prison he's had plenty of time to increase his skill in parkour to escape from stronger individuals and fights he can't win. While he was never good in hand to hand combat, he had incredible skill with a knife. By age 20 he had already made a name for himself as The Wraith due to his speed, agility as well as his habit of appearing, killing a target, then disappearing before anyone even got a good look at him. He uses the fact that not many people know what The Wraith looks like, to manipulate and charm his way into allying with someone before stabbing them in the back (literally and figuratively) and taking their supplies.
Misc: His main weapon is a large knife that he keeps in a sheath attached to his belt and hidden by his coat.
Appearance: 5'9, slim with lean muscle. Black hair, grey eyes, naturally pale skin.
Name: Kailod Trouvin|(Kye-lawd) (Trow-vin)
Age: 19
Power: Sensory Illusion (Can manipulate what people see, taste, smell, feel, hear) and Venomous bite (An odd physical result from the experimentation in addition to his base power)
Strengths: Amazing ability to focus consistently (This helps him manipulate the senses of multiple people at a time), incredible visual memory (In a memory he can recall almost every little physical detail as if he was watching a video of his past), near perfect retaining of sensory information (If he recalls on a certain memory, he can remember what the temperature felt like, what he smelled, what he saw, what he could feel)
Weaknesses: His retaining of sensory info and visual memory is severely limited by what he remembers (He has the normal memory of an average human and can't remember every little thing, but what he does remember is in great detail), his ability of Sensory Illusion is based entirely on his will and control (Amazing focus helps with this power, but he can easily lose control of it. For example if he's afraid the hallucinations will turn against him and doesn't regain his composure quick, then he will begin to hallucinate things that terrify him, or his mind will basically go against him thus causing his power to go against him as well.), had a depressing childhood and traumatic experiences (This has the potential to trigger uncontrollable emotions which will greatly affect his ability to control his power.)
Extra: Always wears a coat since he easily gets cold. Enjoys playing chess and card games against himself. Often times seems like a loner. Favourite thing to do is read nonfiction books.
Bio (You know these can get very long since I seldom get a chance to be super creative.) -------------
Kailods mother died at birth leaving him with his art obsessed father who was left distraught by his wife's death. His father was negligent, not providing him with the proper needs of a growing child, too obsessed with his paintings. They were poor and living off of support. Kailod grew to be emotionally distant and extremely independent. His dad always forgets his birthday so on his 12th birthday he went to remind his father only to find him dead from severe malnutrition. He was placed in an orphanage where he remained until he was 14. A strange man of eerie uncertainty had taken him in.
Kailod became an experiment, forced through visual images, flashing lights, dna manipulation and brainwave alterations. He read through one of the man's papers while absent during an experiment to find out he had gained a venomous bite from one of the experiments and there was a mention of 'Sensory Manipulation' which would explain his hallucinations of grotesque creatures and beasts when he was afraid. He was later shut out due to his inability to cooperate when too fearful and was tossed into a different orphanage where he was bullied for the first time. Tired of being looked down on and afraid, during a confrontation he visualized himself as a terrifying monster in the eyes of his bully. Said bully was hospitalized. Kailod put two and two together and began to experiment with his new found power, even making people have full conversations with the hallucinations he made them see.
The day before his 18th birthday, he rendered himself invisible to everyone's visual senses, took every bit of information they had on him and set out to start his life. Age 19, he lives in an apartment where he steals food and money using his power. He has yet to test out his venomous bite but has gained control over his base power. During a usual day while browsing the internet, he had come across a recent news article about a familiar individual.
Kailod had been born into a life that was going downhill from day one. His mother had died during birth and he was left with his distraught father who wasn't always readily available to meet his needs as a young child. His father was an obsessed painter trying to make a living through his art, always in a constant belief that he had talent for paintings worthy of a royal palace, despite his art never selling. It was clear to Kailod when he reached age 6 that something was wrong with his father. They had been receiving money through supporting means until his father could get a job, but he was trapped in denial and desperation as he continued to paint. No affection, no fun and games, no playing ball at the park. Kailod grew emotionally distant as he became more independent for his own survival at age 11, cooking his own food, walking to school and doing chores, while his dad continued to slave away in his work room uttering curses into the silence. Kailod's 12th birthday, he woke up to the sound of his alarm and checked the date on his calendar as usual in his morning routine. His birthday. He knew his dad had forgotten again. He headed to his dads work room, since he usually slept in there on a cot. Opening the door he could only see his father still sitting on the stool, leaning his head against a blank canvas, his previous one obviously ripped to shreds next to his feet. He walked over to him shaking his shoulders. "Dad... it's my birthday..." he slid off his stool and fell limp to the ground... 30 minutes later, police and paramedics were scattered about his house after he called 911. They told him his father died of severe malnutrition. Kailod couldn't really fathom what he should have felt in that moment, but one thing was for certain: he truly felt utterly and hopelessly alone.
Everything in his life had been tossed and turned from that point. He was thrown into an orphanage where he was also placed into a program to cope with the recent events. His schooling continued as usual until he was 14, when a strange man had come to see him. The man had a caring smile, but it unnerved him to the bone. Not long after, he finds himself practically forced into a series of little experiments to achieve some unknown goal. Flashing colours and lights through his head, brainwave alterations, visual imaging, dna manipulation, sleepless nights. Despite it all Kailod was afraid to disobey this man, he would tremble at his command as if his life was on the line. No real threat was directed to him, but he always felt more and more vulnerable and different. It was then after some of the experiments, he started to hallucinate things he was afraid of. Suddenly whenever Dr. Whitney came into view, his heart rate would quicken in fear and the man would shift and morph into grotesque and terrifying creatures each time, mimicking what he thought the man really was. He had spoken about it to Whitney, who proceeded to test it out at time, but each experiment on it made Kailod see something worse and more worse each time until he'd gotten too fearful to follow commands. He had taken a peak at the mans papers whenever he left to get something during an experiment; he read very clearly 'Subject gained venomous glands, physical alteration, body doesn't seem to consider as foreign and shows no signs of rejecting it. Subject has been given a venomous bite, wear thicker gloves.'. Another paper had stated 'Sensory Manipulation, likely the given ability through experimentation. Alters perspective according to what subject feels or thinks. May be able to control it, but has gotten more difficult to get subject to cooperate. Further analysis needed.'
After a time with no warning the man had grown much too frustrated with him and he had been sent back to the life of an orphan, but he was transferred to a different orphanage than the previous one. The kids there weren't very kind. It was the first time in Kailod's life that he's been bullied. It was there he had learned of his actual power. His hallucinations weren't so bad since he felt safer outside of the mansion, but he kept thinking back on what the doctor meant by 'given ability'. One day a particular kid he wasn't too fond of approached him, snatching the book he was reading and making fun of his interests. Kailod wasn't very intimidating, small, weak, quiet. It was during this confrontation that he had wished they would see him as scarier, someone you shouldn't mess with. His bully's expression fell from smug slowly to confusion and then horror as Kailod appeared to warp into a faceless monster of oozing black tar right in front of his very eyes. The bully had screamed bringing the attention of everyone in the orphanage. He kept yelling and frantically shouting "MONSTER, IT'S A FREAKING MONSTER!!" he was taken to a hospital and hadn't come back since. Kailod had known full well that a monster is exactly what he imagined himself to look like to the bully. He started to experiment, making people see lights in the corner of their eyes, watching closely as they would look in the direction he had incorporated it into their vision. He knew for sure that he had an incredible power when he had used it on another orphan, making her see her friend and striking up a conversation with her, meanwhile she was talking to thin air. Not only could he make people see, hear and feel these... 'hallucinations' but he could use it on himself as well. His final test on his new ability was the day before his 18th birthday. The next day he would be allowed to leave, but he didn't want to wait anymore, he was patient enough. He altered the visual senses of everyone in his vicinity so that he was completely invisible to them. He grabbed everything he needed and left as if he was never there to begin with, took all his records, everything they had on him and truly started his new life. Sure they'll try looking for him, but he'll already be long gone with a head start.
By age 19, he had completely settled into an apartment where he lived on his own, surviving on food and money he'd stolen using his power. The venom he would occasionally taste every once in a while was simply a mere nuisance that his mind learned to ignore, he has yet to test it out. However, he has gained much more control over his power, often times even being immature with it and messing with people from time to time. Even making himself temporary imaginary friends whenever he got lonely. It was then while browsing the internet, he came across a recent article showing the photo of a very familiar face that sent chills down his spine.
Appearance
Name: Kiiros Xanton
Current Age: 18
Power/Mutation: Pyrokinesis, power strengthens when exposed to sunlight. Inhumanely fast reflexes and high accuracy. Immune to radiation. Thermo vision indicated by reptile eyes.
Bio: Kiiros has always been a cruel and sadistic student in school who enjoyed causing mayhem and terrifying his classmates with violent threats and blackmail. He's apathetic towards all authority and views everyone else as beneath him. He's known of his powers for a long time and has managed to keep it a secret ever since, thinking he was the only one of his kind. During a heated argument with his negligent and strict-to-the-core parents, his father struck him with a baseball bat in an aggressive drunken rage. That same night when his family was asleep, he'd stolen all their money, blocked every exit, trapped them in their room, disabled all the smoke detectors, and set their living room on fire. Newspapers told of a mansion that burned to the ground the next day. Over a year later after he decided to strike out on his own, he finds himself living deep in the bowels of a grim city known as Galevein, working as a contract killer and underground informant. With the recent events going on, he's been sloppy, always leaving his victims burned to a crisp with no explanation, unaware that authorities were searching and capturing people like him. He's managed to hide from the law in general for a year, but this is something he wasn't prepared for.
Theme Song:
If you've noticed how all my character's names start with a 'K', then you certainly are an observant one. This is because 'K' is my favourite letter and also corresponds with my favourite number.
The door to the tavern swiftly opened with a burst. An oddly thin but tall purple figure towered within the frame. It looked like some kind of alien life-form that wondered it's way in. A finer examination of it's red wings and pterodactyl-like skull proved it to be not just any alien life-form but none other than Ridley to those that knew of him. He stepped in having to tuck his wings and lower his head just to fit through the door, luckily for him the tavern was much larger on the inside. He was well over 6 ft and towered over the patrons to which he glared menacingly at as he walked over to the bar before taking a seat, his tail idly wrapping around the base of it.
He was very tall indeed and had to crane his head down to look at the bartender lady @Alisdragon911. "... I don't recall your face around here dear." Ridley had been in the tavern a number of times far in the past, you could say it was his abode. "Then again, it has been quite some time since I've been here being it's rather difficult to find. Be a sweet young lady and fetch me a glass of Ethanol will you? Oh and make sure it's pure." Ridley held a smug look on his face. "It is nice though to see you still working here, dwarf." nodding over to Snarf @Snarfulblast."I hope that gruesome and rather bloody mess I had left behind from my last visit didn't prove too troublesome to clean up. That nosy bard did have it coming though, wouldn't you say? He did have rather good 'taste' however." he propped his head up with a clawed hand and chuckled darkly.
"YOU'RE ABOUT TO DIE!" Military Commander of the Space Pirates and referred to by many as the 'Cunning God of Death', Ridley is a feared name to any space traveler who knows his reputation. He derives sickening amounts of pleasure and joy through the suffering and torment of others which has lead many to believe him to be the most evil force within his known galaxy. His only goal is to conquer.
Age: Seemingly Immortal
Gender: Male
Rich or Poor: He takes what he wants by force
Occupation: Military Commander
Powers/Abilities: Cell regeneration via consumption of flesh, plasma breath, flight, immense strength,
Biography: Very little is known about the commander of the Space Pirates. His species is unknown and has since been hinted to be nearly extinct/eradicated. His past is unknown and he doesn't share anything about himself regarding it. The only things known about him is that he managed to rank up as military commander to the Space Pirates, he seeks the destruction of the Galactic Federation and that he wants nothing more than to rule over the galaxies.
Personality: Ridley is cunning and manipulative and can only be described as psychopathic. He feels no remorse or regret for his actions and will do anything and use anyone to get his way. His idea of fun is being as savage as he can muster, tormenting whatever he deems an inferior species and enacting brutality upon his enemies. Ridley is very narcissistic and believes himself to be superior to all; this can lead him to fatally underestimate his enemies.
Physiology: Ridley is very skeletal and saurian in appearance with a tough exterior hide stretched taut over thick bones that can protect him from many machinery weapons. His large and powerful wings grant him flight and his claws, teeth as well as his tail can tear and rip through various types of metal. He is both quadrupedal and bipedal.
Likes: Torturing the weak, slaughtering innocents, talking about how great he is, complete and utter destruction, getting what he wants, being recognized as superior, winning,
Dislikes: Being defeated, being looked down on as weak, bounty hunters, not getting what he wants, being disrespected, being mocked, the Galactic Federation, being bothered, losing, failure, humans, chozo,
What would you say for anyone to role-play as a character not of their own creation but from say a franchise? Since TNT seems to exist in every aspect I think it would be interesting.
"Drai... can't say I've heard the name often." The shadow apathetically let his arms dangle as he floated hunched over, still some how managing to tower over Drai. "My name is Knutik. I made it up from two runic letters I found in an old book." Out of no where a small tear of darkness cut through the air and Knutik reached in to what appeared to be a heaping pile of random items. He took out a book and the shadowy portal closed. The book itself had strange markings on it and no title, in fact it looked pretty boring. He flipped through the pages and eventually faced them towards Drai. "This rune is known as Kᚳ'NU and it says the rune derives power from darkness and shadows." a lethal claw pointing at it on the page. He flipped over to the next one. "This one is ᛇ'Ik. This rune represents the unseen side of Earth's moon and controls the 'tides' of emotion. Eventually I just mixed the two together and ended up with Knutik which kinda sounds like 'nut' and 'tick'." He was obviously over-eager to share about himself; years of solitude can do that to you.
"Pahahahaa!!" A dark sinister but surprisingly hearty chuckle was Knutik's first response. "I love it when people know how to have a little fun!" He patted the man's shoulder and morphed away his naga tail to float over to the front of the knight. The wraith's eyes were wide with interest. "Well, when you have the ability to hide from sight and phase through objects... how could you NOT do a little bit of... peeking?" A wicked grin stretched across his features before falling flat as the ice lady @Alisdragon911 seemed to exit her room and head downstairs to the bar. He blinked before facing back to the man and mimicked clearing his throat. "Anyway, I find it surprising to catch you being less than 'honourable' considering your gallant display of heroics earlier. Regardless, might you tell me your name?" 'Also tell me your weaknesses dammit!!' he violently added to his thoughts. Knutik's eye twitched as he tried to control himself and be as mannerly as he could to someone that not long ago threatened to slice him in half with a magic sword.
Knutik heard the crashing of ice and knew it had to belong to the lady that worked here as one of the staff. The guy must've caught her less than prepared for someone to randomly barge into her room, go figure. Knutik watched him open the door again to apologize. Considering the big smug look the guy had on him after he closed it, it was easy to tell this guy was a perverted 'knight in shining armor' who'd most likely save any damsel in distress if it would give him a chance to see their chest. Knutik snaked his way over to the man with a fiendish and perverted grin on his face, after all he too wasn't exactly a saint. "Well aren't you a charmer." he crooned creeping up on him and draping an arm over the knight's shoulders as if to 'get on his level'. But somebody immediately interrupted @cloudystar. 'Where did this guy come from? A futuristic science show?' he stared at the new stranger with half-lidded eyes.
Green glowing eyes lazily opened at the sound of a rattling doorknob. Knutik had accidentally fallen asleep on the bed, not that he needed sleep, it was simply something he liked to do. He noticed the sheets were in a mess on the floor. '...Maybe the tavern makes it's own beds....' he wondered to himself as he formed a snakes tail to make up for legs, much like a naga since he didn't feeling like using his energy to fly around at the moment. He slipped off the bed and slithered over to the door where he proceeded to phase through. He checked both ways of the hallway and noticed that the knight from before @Drai seemed to be checking the rooms for some reason. '......Maybe he's looking for something?....' he sleepily rubbed at his eyes deciding to follow the man from a distance out of curiosity. He really wished he knew the names of these people. Knutik heard a curse only seconds after the man entered one of the rooms.
This user occasionally disappears and seems to return only after several months or years have passed... just to disappear again.
[h2]History of Characters[/h2]
[color=ed1c24][b]Please note that this is really for my own purpose of nostalgia, to see my progress in character development and to cringe at my own creations. Feel free to cringe with me if you like.[/b][/color]
Sadly I've deleted some of my character profiles due to withdrawing from rps and forgetting to record them. So I had more characters than what's shown here. These characters are sorted by date.
[hider= Kaeden Lucihan from Camp Castaway (June 6, 2017)]
[center][h2][color=8493ca]Kaeden Lucihan[/color][/h2]
[img]https://s15.postimg.org/mpnqooekr/The_Thief.jpg[/img]
[color=8493ca]"...You're not going to hurt me are you?"[/color]
[b][color=8882be]Age[/color][/b]: 17
[b][color=8882be]Ability[/color][/b]: Inhuman agility and reflexes. Wing powered flight and soul-bound items.
[b][color=8882be]Appearance[/color][/b]: 5'9 in height, 149 lbs, lean muscle build, white hair, snake-like blue eyes, serrated sharp canine teeth. Small pointed white horns protrude from his skull on the top of his head. He has a long skinny short-furred tail that ends in a fluffy tuft, a little like a lions; colour matches his hair. Large bat-like wings can protrude from his back to allow powered flight, these wings are one of his soul-bound 'items' as they're a summoned physical [i]aspect[/i] rather than a physical [i]alteration[/i] - otherwise he'd be going through a lot of shirts.
[b][color=8882be]Ability Elaboration[/color][/b]: Besides his agility and reflexes, as well as his horns and tail that seem to have no real purpose other than making him stand out, Kaeden has the ability to summon what he likes to call 'soul-bound items'. These are things attached to his soul on an astral level that he can manifest on the physical plane for his use. He only owns two: his wings and a pair of silver clawed gauntlets which he uses as weapons. Being soul-bound they can only be worn on his person in their specified location, meaning he can't summon his wings or gauntlets onto another person for them to use themselves. He manifests them using focus and intent, so his ability to summon them at all depends on his mental state. I.e if he's too tired or fatigued, or in a trance, he won't be able to focus well enough to summon them.
[b][color=8882be]Personality[/color][/b]: Socially awkward at first (often fails to mitigate this using humour), very skeptical and often skittish, easily startled, very social despite being terrible at it, can quickly get anxiety at random times, will be very withdrawn when dealing with anxiety.
[hider=Biography]
[b][color=8882be]Biography[/color][/b]:
Kaeden has a traumatic past that still affects him deeply to this day.
His own birth parents had abandoned him in the middle of no where deeming him a monstrous curse upon them. Why? When he was 5 years old, just in kindergarten, his teacher had brought to the attention of his parents, strange growths on his head. One x-ray later, they had discovered their own son seemed to be growing a pair of horns from his skull. No biological or DNA test could provide them an answer as to why. Being quite the christian couple they tried to ignore it as just some form of mutation that would likely go away when he got older.
Except it got worse. At age 6 he began growing a tail, it wasn't [i]entirely[/i] unusual for a human to have a tail, though highly unlikely, but what had his parents concerned was that his tail had white fur on it. Around the same time, his brown hair had become lighter and lighter in colour, until by age 7 his hair was completely white. It wasn't until his pupils became like that of a snake that his parents constantly began fighting about him, even discussing the matter of 'putting him down' before they ultimately decided to abandon him outside of the city.
From there he was bounced around different foster homes month after month, growing attached to his current parents only to have them throw him away, getting attached to his new parents only for the same thing to happen again. Some were weirded out by him, some tried to ignore his odd features, others were disgusted and many ended up neglecting him. At one point he discovered his summoning abilities when he was letting his frustrations out on his bedroom furniture, scratching everything up wishing he had claws to do more damage, to which clawed gauntlets appeared on his hands. Since then he tried experimenting, eventually discovering he could also summon wings, that's where his ability seemed to halt since further experimentation gave no results. He never showed any of his foster parents what he could do, figuring he's enough of a freak to them as is. The cycle of love>hate>abandon repeated multiple times, eventually making him feel hopeless and numb up until he reached age 15.
His last foster parents had kept him longer than the others had. He started feeling an inkling of hope that perhaps they didn't care about how different he was. Until one night when they thought he was asleep, he overheard them talking about getting rid of him. He was heartbroken to once again feel unwanted and unloved. His sadness turned to anger. He revealed himself to them, and during a heated shouting match, he summoned his gauntlets and slashed at his foster dads face. He still remembers their terrified expressions, how they looked at him like he truly was a monster. He ran away after that.
Ever since, he had become a thief to survive on his own. Becoming a squatter and taking residence in forgotten homes. It was during police chases and hunting parties that he learned of his inhuman capabilities of agility, speed and reflexes. However, his lifestyle of caution, wariness and fear of being caught by the age of 17 has left him highly skittish, jumpy and very skeptical of people's motives. One day after successfully stealing some food, he came across a flyer with information about a camp for people like him. His heart had raced with excitement at the mere thought that he wasn't alone. Dropping everything he had stolen to the ground he summoned his wings and without hesitation snatched the flyer and took off towards it's designated location.
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[b][color=8882be]Theme Song[/color][/b]:
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7r2BAvpVxM[/youtube]
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[hider= Knutik from TNT - The Nameless Tavern (August 26, 2016) ACTIVE ]
[center] [h2][color=82ca9d]Knutik[/color][/h2]
[img]http://orig01.deviantart.net/eb82/f/2010/222/4/2/zof_shade_by_jasonengle.jpg[/img]
[color=82ca9d]"[i]You look lost little child.[/i]"[/color]
A mysterious wraith-like shadow creature which at first glimpse would seem like something you'd find wandering a haunted location or hiding under your bed at night. Three clawed fingers, a fading torso ending in a wispy tail, piercing green glowing eyes and a physical form that looks akin to black fire, one would think this was a villain you'd see in a children's book.
[color=00a651][b]Age:[/b][/color]
Immortal
[color=00a651][b]Gender:[/b][/color]
Male
[color=00a651][b]Rich or Poor:[/b][/color]
He doesn't understand/care for currency
[color=00a651][b]Occupation:[/b][/color]
Being a necessary evil.
[color=00a651][b]Powers/Abilities:[/b][/color]
Green (neutral colour) fire, shadows/darkness, black magic, shape-shifting, flying, phasing through material, having no soul makes it impossible for him to die,
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[color=00a651]Biography:[/color]
Knutik is a Fervent Spirit; one of many. His gender is irrelevant or so he assumes, and is merely something he 'knows' he is but he has yet to meet a female counterpart. He's the materialization of dark emotions, primarily fear being the most prominent, that have existed for so long that they've, for lack of a better word, evolved into a sentient being. Mainly comprised of fear, he's spent eons enacting the role of survival, teaching creatures and ancestral humans the importance of fear and how it encourages them to live and survive to their fullest. He use to be deemed as evil, or a sign of bad luck, but some cultures worshiped him, understanding the importance of his symbolical existence. However, in the last several centuries, fear was being overturned by anger, hatred and violence. This had a very negative impact on Knutik, bringing out the lesser emotions he was made of and turning them into his main essence instead of fear. Reaching an all time high during the dark ages, Knutik turned into a sadistic monster of nightmares and death had turned into his specialty.
Various events during the Dark Ages resulted in him becoming a shy spirit whom didn't make much contact with people. This lead his believers to think he was just a fairy tail and those that stuck with him even during his violent era eventually stopped believing him. Still, very few people in the present may mention him. After World War II, Knutik settled into his own form of solitary confinement spending most of his time hidden away in old forests where he'd search for lost items to collect. For the longest time he held back from giving in to his more dangerous emotions fearing the monster he became during the Dark Ages, but as of the current days not long after an event within The Nameless Tavern, he's given up on that, allowing himself to be whatever he felt he was, even reveling in it.
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[color=00a651]Personality:[/color]
Knutik is very laid-back and sometimes believes he's above consequences, that is until the harsh reality hits him. His personality varies extremely according to whatever emotion becomes most prominent for him. It's this prominent emotion that determines whether he's shy, fearful, dangerous or cocky. Knutik often hoards valuables he finds/steals and is extremely protective of his collection. Losing just one of his treasures can spurn him into an infuriated and agitated state. His treasures are safely hidden within his own created realm known as "The Void Neath".
[color=00a651]Physiology[/color]
Knutik is a physical being with powers, thus you can touch, feel and see him. He stands at 6 ft from head to wispy tail in his original wraith form and can be described to look like black fire is constantly slowly dissipating off him. Gravity affects him like any other physical thing, it's his use of magic that makes him fly. He is called a spirit because he is an animated being that doesn't inhabit a body, which lead many of his previous worshipers to believe him to be a stray soul trapped on the physical plane, which isn't actually true. He is physically made up of solid shadows that feel like cold silk to the touch and his 'heart' which behaves very much like a core is made up of fire. This fire is what produces the coloured glow to his eyes and mouth like a furnace within. Knutik isn't sure himself what the core is for since no matter what he shape-shifts into, it's always there. The only time it's not present is when he melts into the shadows, he discovered that the core transports to his realm during those times.
[color=00a651]Currently Likes:[/color]
Shiny objects, knick-knacks, treasures, gemstones, ancient relics, tormenting humans, solace, tasty food, interacting with people, stealing, destroying things, fire,
[color=00a651]Currently Dislikes:[/color]
Losing control of himself believing he should be above that, water, bright lights, being startled, losing his treasures, being unable to obtain a potential treasure, boredom, people who don't get easily intimidated, people who aren't scared of him, people who can defeat him,
[color=00a651]Weaknesses/Flaws:[/color]
Focused light burns away his shadows, sensitivity to emotions can make him unpredictable, easily caught off guard, white/light magic can temporarily destroy him,
[color=00a651]Theme Song:[/color]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrlZu-uFtmg[/youtube]
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[hider= Krye Vincent from The World's Prison (August 7, 2016)]
Name: Krye (Pronounced: Cry) Vincent
Alias/Nickname: The Wraith
Age: 20
Personality: Reclusive, curious, cautious, untrustworthy, intelligent, observant, laid-back, savage, deceiving,
Appearance: Black hair, grey 'piercing' eyes, pale skin, slim form, 5'9 in height, wears a black t-shirt and grey fur-trimmed coat, black pants and sneakers and leather belt.
[img]https://s8.postimg.org/rb12iehk5/t_h_e_sh_de.jpg[/img]
Bio: Krye ended up in prison with no regard for his age with several life sentences at age 14 for brutally killing 6 classmates during school after a bout of major bullying. With a problematic childhood leading to a severely damaged sense of morality, he was subject to many terrible events and medications that, without a proper diagnosis of anything, had only managed to mess him up further. By 16 he was practically tossed into The World's Prison when nobody wanted to deal with him anymore. It was in the prison city that he could freely be himself, this gave him a much needed form of therapy to regain his somewhat normal behaviour.
During his years in The World's Prison he's had plenty of time to increase his skill in parkour to escape from stronger individuals and fights he can't win. While he was never good in hand to hand combat, he had incredible skill with a knife. By age 20 he had already made a name for himself as The Wraith due to his speed, agility as well as his habit of appearing, killing a target, then disappearing before anyone even got a good look at him. He uses the fact that not many people know what The Wraith looks like, to manipulate and charm his way into allying with someone before stabbing them in the back (literally and figuratively) and taking their supplies.
Misc: His main weapon is a large knife that he keeps in a sheath attached to his belt and hidden by his coat.
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[hider= Kailod Trouvin from Ghostwalker (July 14, 2016)]
[img]https://s31.postimg.org/6ekbvhh8b/Untitled.jpg[/img]
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[img]https://s32.postimg.org/a4tqy0y1h/Untitled2.jpg[/img]
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[b]Appearance[/b]: 5'9, slim with lean muscle. Black hair, grey eyes, naturally pale skin.
[b]Name[/b]: Kailod Trouvin|(Kye-lawd) (Trow-vin)
[b]Age[/b]: 19
[b]Power[/b]: Sensory Illusion (Can manipulate what people see, taste, smell, feel, hear) and Venomous bite (An odd physical result from the experimentation in addition to his base power)
[b]Strengths[/b]: Amazing ability to focus consistently (This helps him manipulate the senses of multiple people at a time), incredible visual memory (In a memory he can recall almost every little physical detail as if he was watching a video of his past), near perfect retaining of sensory information (If he recalls on a certain memory, he can remember what the temperature felt like, what he smelled, what he saw, what he could feel)
[b]Weaknesses[/b]: His retaining of sensory info and visual memory is severely limited by what he remembers (He has the normal memory of an average human and can't remember every little thing, but what he does remember is in great detail), his ability of Sensory Illusion is based entirely on his will and control (Amazing focus helps with this power, but he can easily lose control of it. For example if he's afraid the hallucinations will turn against him and doesn't regain his composure quick, then he will begin to hallucinate things that terrify him, or his mind will basically go against him thus causing his power to go against him as well.), had a depressing childhood and traumatic experiences (This has the potential to trigger uncontrollable emotions which will greatly affect his ability to control his power.)
[b]Extra[/b]: Always wears a coat since he easily gets cold. Enjoys playing chess and card games against himself. Often times seems like a loner. Favourite thing to do is read nonfiction books.
[b]Bio[/b] (You know these can get very long since I seldom get a chance to be super creative.)
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Kailods mother died at birth leaving him with his art obsessed father who was left distraught by his wife's death. His father was negligent, not providing him with the proper needs of a growing child, too obsessed with his paintings. They were poor and living off of support. Kailod grew to be emotionally distant and extremely independent. His dad always forgets his birthday so on his 12th birthday he went to remind his father only to find him dead from severe malnutrition. He was placed in an orphanage where he remained until he was 14. A strange man of eerie uncertainty had taken him in.
Kailod became an experiment, forced through visual images, flashing lights, dna manipulation and brainwave alterations. He read through one of the man's papers while absent during an experiment to find out he had gained a venomous bite from one of the experiments and there was a mention of 'Sensory Manipulation' which would explain his hallucinations of grotesque creatures and beasts when he was afraid. He was later shut out due to his inability to cooperate when too fearful and was tossed into a different orphanage where he was bullied for the first time. Tired of being looked down on and afraid, during a confrontation he visualized himself as a terrifying monster in the eyes of his bully. Said bully was hospitalized. Kailod put two and two together and began to experiment with his new found power, even making people have full conversations with the hallucinations he made them see.
The day before his 18th birthday, he rendered himself invisible to everyone's visual senses, took every bit of information they had on him and set out to start his life. Age 19, he lives in an apartment where he steals food and money using his power. He has yet to test out his venomous bite but has gained control over his base power. During a usual day while browsing the internet, he had come across a recent news article about a familiar individual.
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Kailod had been born into a life that was going downhill from day one. His mother had died during birth and he was left with his distraught father who wasn't always readily available to meet his needs as a young child. His father was an obsessed painter trying to make a living through his art, always in a constant belief that he had talent for paintings worthy of a royal palace, despite his art never selling. It was clear to Kailod when he reached age 6 that something was wrong with his father. They had been receiving money through supporting means until his father could get a job, but he was trapped in denial and desperation as he continued to paint. No affection, no fun and games, no playing ball at the park. Kailod grew emotionally distant as he became more independent for his own survival at age 11, cooking his own food, walking to school and doing chores, while his dad continued to slave away in his work room uttering curses into the silence. Kailod's 12th birthday, he woke up to the sound of his alarm and checked the date on his calendar as usual in his morning routine. His birthday. He knew his dad had forgotten again. He headed to his dads work room, since he usually slept in there on a cot. Opening the door he could only see his father still sitting on the stool, leaning his head against a blank canvas, his previous one obviously ripped to shreds next to his feet. He walked over to him shaking his shoulders. "Dad... it's my birthday..." he slid off his stool and fell limp to the ground... 30 minutes later, police and paramedics were scattered about his house after he called 911. They told him his father died of severe malnutrition. Kailod couldn't really fathom what he should have felt in that moment, but one thing was for certain: he truly felt utterly and hopelessly alone.
Everything in his life had been tossed and turned from that point. He was thrown into an orphanage where he was also placed into a program to cope with the recent events. His schooling continued as usual until he was 14, when a strange man had come to see him. The man had a caring smile, but it unnerved him to the bone. Not long after, he finds himself practically forced into a series of little experiments to achieve some unknown goal. Flashing colours and lights through his head, brainwave alterations, visual imaging, dna manipulation, sleepless nights. Despite it all Kailod was afraid to disobey this man, he would tremble at his command as if his life was on the line. No real threat was directed to him, but he always felt more and more vulnerable and different. It was then after some of the experiments, he started to hallucinate things he was afraid of. Suddenly whenever Dr. Whitney came into view, his heart rate would quicken in fear and the man would shift and morph into grotesque and terrifying creatures each time, mimicking what he thought the man really was. He had spoken about it to Whitney, who proceeded to test it out at time, but each experiment on it made Kailod see something worse and more worse each time until he'd gotten too fearful to follow commands. He had taken a peak at the mans papers whenever he left to get something during an experiment; he read very clearly [b]'Subject gained venomous glands, physical alteration, body doesn't seem to consider as foreign and shows no signs of rejecting it. Subject has been given a venomous bite, [i]wear thicker gloves[/i].'[/b]. Another paper had stated [b]'Sensory Manipulation, likely the given ability through experimentation. Alters perspective according to what subject feels or thinks. May be able to control it, but has gotten more difficult to get subject to cooperate. [i]Further analysis needed[/i].'[/b]
After a time with no warning the man had grown much too frustrated with him and he had been sent back to the life of an orphan, but he was transferred to a different orphanage than the previous one. The kids there weren't very kind. It was the first time in Kailod's life that he's been bullied. It was there he had learned of his actual [i]power[/i]. His hallucinations weren't so bad since he felt safer outside of the mansion, but he kept thinking back on what the doctor meant by 'given ability'. One day a particular kid he wasn't too fond of approached him, snatching the book he was reading and making fun of his interests. Kailod wasn't very intimidating, small, weak, quiet. It was during this confrontation that he had wished they would see him as scarier, someone you shouldn't mess with. His bully's expression fell from smug slowly to confusion and then horror as Kailod appeared to warp into a faceless monster of oozing black tar right in front of his very eyes. The bully had screamed bringing the attention of everyone in the orphanage. He kept yelling and frantically shouting "MONSTER, IT'S A FREAKING MONSTER!!" he was taken to a hospital and hadn't come back since. Kailod had known full well that a monster is exactly what he imagined himself to look like to the bully. He started to experiment, making people see lights in the corner of their eyes, watching closely as they would look in the direction he had incorporated it into their vision. He knew for sure that he had an incredible power when he had used it on another orphan, making her see her friend and striking up a conversation with her, meanwhile she was talking to thin air. Not only could he make people see, hear and feel these... 'hallucinations' but he could use it on himself as well. His final test on his new ability was the day before his 18th birthday. The next day he would be allowed to leave, but he didn't want to wait anymore, he was patient enough. He altered the visual senses of everyone in his vicinity so that he was completely invisible to them. He grabbed everything he needed and left as if he was never there to begin with, took all his records, everything they had on him and truly started his new life. Sure they'll try looking for him, but he'll already be long gone with a head start.
By age 19, he had completely settled into an apartment where he lived on his own, surviving on food and money he'd stolen using his power. The venom he would occasionally taste every once in a while was simply a mere nuisance that his mind learned to ignore, he has yet to test it out. However, he has gained much more control over his power, often times even being immature with it and messing with people from time to time. Even making himself temporary imaginary friends whenever he got lonely. It was then while browsing the internet, he came across a recent article showing the photo of a very familiar face that sent chills down his spine.
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[hider=Kiiros Xanton from Mutant Facility (January 13, 2016) My first character on this site]
Appearance
[img]http://s8.postimg.org/o293p0x6d/8bbb6ca7c2f0e500a0cc136e069e1a4b.jpg[/img][img]http://s13.postimg.org/wa0brwn5z/1af95f2989b9e43dc6174d395fbcd895.jpg[/img]
Name: Kiiros Xanton
Current Age: 18
Power/Mutation: Pyrokinesis, power strengthens when exposed to sunlight. Inhumanely fast reflexes and high accuracy. Immune to radiation. Thermo vision indicated by reptile eyes.
Bio: Kiiros has always been a cruel and sadistic student in school who enjoyed causing mayhem and terrifying his classmates with violent threats and blackmail. He's apathetic towards all authority and views everyone else as beneath him. He's known of his powers for a long time and has managed to keep it a secret ever since, thinking he was the only one of his kind. During a heated argument with his negligent and strict-to-the-core parents, his father struck him with a baseball bat in an aggressive drunken rage. That same night when his family was asleep, he'd stolen all their money, blocked every exit, trapped them in their room, disabled all the smoke detectors, and set their living room on fire. Newspapers told of a mansion that burned to the ground the next day. Over a year later after he decided to strike out on his own, he finds himself living deep in the bowels of a grim city known as Galevein, working as a contract killer and underground informant. With the recent events going on, he's been sloppy, always leaving his victims burned to a crisp with no explanation, unaware that authorities were searching and capturing people like him. He's managed to hide from the law in general for a year, but this is something he wasn't prepared for.
Theme Song: [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ThX6n0Wxnf0&ab_channel=llShIzUoHeiWaJiMall[/youtube]
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If you've noticed how all my character's names start with a 'K', then you certainly are an observant one. This is because 'K' is my favourite letter and also corresponds with my favourite number.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">This user occasionally disappears and seems to return only after several months or years have passed... just to disappear again.<br><br><div class="bb-h2">History of Characters</div><br><br><font color="#ed1c24"><span class="bb-b">Please note that this is really for my own purpose of nostalgia, to see my progress in character development and to cringe at my own creations. Feel free to cringe with me if you like.</span></font><br><br>Sadly I've deleted some of my character profiles due to withdrawing from rps and forgetting to record them. So I had more characters than what's shown here. These characters are sorted by date.<br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=" Kaeden Lucihan from Camp Castaway (June 6, 2017)"> Kaeden Lucihan from Camp Castaway (June 6, 2017) [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h2"><font color="#8493ca">Kaeden Lucihan</font></div><br><br><img src="https://s15.postimg.org/mpnqooekr/The_Thief.jpg" /><br><br><font color="#8493ca">"...You're not going to hurt me are you?"</font><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Age</font></span>: 17<br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Ability</font></span>: Inhuman agility and reflexes. Wing powered flight and soul-bound items.<br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Appearance</font></span>: 5'9 in height, 149 lbs, lean muscle build, white hair, snake-like blue eyes, serrated sharp canine teeth. Small pointed white horns protrude from his skull on the top of his head. He has a long skinny short-furred tail that ends in a fluffy tuft, a little like a lions; colour matches his hair. Large bat-like wings can protrude from his back to allow powered flight, these wings are one of his soul-bound 'items' as they're a summoned physical <span class="bb-i">aspect</span> rather than a physical <span class="bb-i">alteration</span> - otherwise he'd be going through a lot of shirts.<br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Ability Elaboration</font></span>: Besides his agility and reflexes, as well as his horns and tail that seem to have no real purpose other than making him stand out, Kaeden has the ability to summon what he likes to call 'soul-bound items'. These are things attached to his soul on an astral level that he can manifest on the physical plane for his use. He only owns two: his wings and a pair of silver clawed gauntlets which he uses as weapons. Being soul-bound they can only be worn on his person in their specified location, meaning he can't summon his wings or gauntlets onto another person for them to use themselves. He manifests them using focus and intent, so his ability to summon them at all depends on his mental state. I.e if he's too tired or fatigued, or in a trance, he won't be able to focus well enough to summon them.<br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Personality</font></span>: Socially awkward at first (often fails to mitigate this using humour), very skeptical and often skittish, easily startled, very social despite being terrible at it, can quickly get anxiety at random times, will be very withdrawn when dealing with anxiety.<br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Biography">Biography [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Biography</font></span>: <br><br>Kaeden has a traumatic past that still affects him deeply to this day.<br><br>His own birth parents had abandoned him in the middle of no where deeming him a monstrous curse upon them. Why? When he was 5 years old, just in kindergarten, his teacher had brought to the attention of his parents, strange growths on his head. One x-ray later, they had discovered their own son seemed to be growing a pair of horns from his skull. No biological or DNA test could provide them an answer as to why. Being quite the christian couple they tried to ignore it as just some form of mutation that would likely go away when he got older.<br><br>Except it got worse. At age 6 he began growing a tail, it wasn't <span class="bb-i">entirely</span> unusual for a human to have a tail, though highly unlikely, but what had his parents concerned was that his tail had white fur on it. Around the same time, his brown hair had become lighter and lighter in colour, until by age 7 his hair was completely white. It wasn't until his pupils became like that of a snake that his parents constantly began fighting about him, even discussing the matter of 'putting him down' before they ultimately decided to abandon him outside of the city.<br><br>From there he was bounced around different foster homes month after month, growing attached to his current parents only to have them throw him away, getting attached to his new parents only for the same thing to happen again. Some were weirded out by him, some tried to ignore his odd features, others were disgusted and many ended up neglecting him. At one point he discovered his summoning abilities when he was letting his frustrations out on his bedroom furniture, scratching everything up wishing he had claws to do more damage, to which clawed gauntlets appeared on his hands. Since then he tried experimenting, eventually discovering he could also summon wings, that's where his ability seemed to halt since further experimentation gave no results. He never showed any of his foster parents what he could do, figuring he's enough of a freak to them as is. The cycle of love>hate>abandon repeated multiple times, eventually making him feel hopeless and numb up until he reached age 15.<br><br>His last foster parents had kept him longer than the others had. He started feeling an inkling of hope that perhaps they didn't care about how different he was. Until one night when they thought he was asleep, he overheard them talking about getting rid of him. He was heartbroken to once again feel unwanted and unloved. His sadness turned to anger. He revealed himself to them, and during a heated shouting match, he summoned his gauntlets and slashed at his foster dads face. He still remembers their terrified expressions, how they looked at him like he truly was a monster. He ran away after that.<br><br>Ever since, he had become a thief to survive on his own. Becoming a squatter and taking residence in forgotten homes. It was during police chases and hunting parties that he learned of his inhuman capabilities of agility, speed and reflexes. However, his lifestyle of caution, wariness and fear of being caught by the age of 17 has left him highly skittish, jumpy and very skeptical of people's motives. One day after successfully stealing some food, he came across a flyer with information about a camp for people like him. His heart had raced with excitement at the mere thought that he wasn't alone. Dropping everything he had stolen to the ground he summoned his wings and without hesitation snatched the flyer and took off towards it's designated location.</div></div><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Theme Song</font></span>:<br><iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/Q7r2BAvpVxM?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe></div></div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=" Knutik from TNT - The Nameless Tavern (August 26, 2016) ACTIVE "> Knutik from TNT - The Nameless Tavern (August 26, 2016) ACTIVE [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h2"><font color="#82ca9d">Knutik</font></div><br><img src="http://orig01.deviantart.net/eb82/f/2010/222/4/2/zof_shade_by_jasonengle.jpg" /><br><font color="#82ca9d">"<span class="bb-i">You look lost little child.</span>"</font><br>A mysterious wraith-like shadow creature which at first glimpse would seem like something you'd find wandering a haunted location or hiding under your bed at night. Three clawed fingers, a fading torso ending in a wispy tail, piercing green glowing eyes and a physical form that looks akin to black fire, one would think this was a villain you'd see in a children's book.<br><br><font color="#00a651"><span class="bb-b">Age:</span></font><br>Immortal<br><br><font color="#00a651"><span class="bb-b">Gender:</span></font><br>Male<br><br><font color="#00a651"><span class="bb-b">Rich or Poor:</span></font><br>He doesn't understand/care for currency<br><br><font color="#00a651"><span class="bb-b">Occupation:</span></font><br>Being a necessary evil.<br><br><font color="#00a651"><span class="bb-b">Powers/Abilities:</span></font><br>Green (neutral colour) fire, shadows/darkness, black magic, shape-shifting, flying, phasing through material, having no soul makes it impossible for him to die,<br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Biography">Biography [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><font color="#00a651">Biography:</font><br>Knutik is a Fervent Spirit; one of many. His gender is irrelevant or so he assumes, and is merely something he 'knows' he is but he has yet to meet a female counterpart. He's the materialization of dark emotions, primarily fear being the most prominent, that have existed for so long that they've, for lack of a better word, evolved into a sentient being. Mainly comprised of fear, he's spent eons enacting the role of survival, teaching creatures and ancestral humans the importance of fear and how it encourages them to live and survive to their fullest. He use to be deemed as evil, or a sign of bad luck, but some cultures worshiped him, understanding the importance of his symbolical existence. However, in the last several centuries, fear was being overturned by anger, hatred and violence. This had a very negative impact on Knutik, bringing out the lesser emotions he was made of and turning them into his main essence instead of fear. Reaching an all time high during the dark ages, Knutik turned into a sadistic monster of nightmares and death had turned into his specialty. <br><br>Various events during the Dark Ages resulted in him becoming a shy spirit whom didn't make much contact with people. This lead his believers to think he was just a fairy tail and those that stuck with him even during his violent era eventually stopped believing him. Still, very few people in the present may mention him. After World War II, Knutik settled into his own form of solitary confinement spending most of his time hidden away in old forests where he'd search for lost items to collect. For the longest time he held back from giving in to his more dangerous emotions fearing the monster he became during the Dark Ages, but as of the current days not long after an event within The Nameless Tavern, he's given up on that, allowing himself to be whatever he felt he was, even reveling in it.</div></div><br><br><font color="#00a651">Personality:</font><br>Knutik is very laid-back and sometimes believes he's above consequences, that is until the harsh reality hits him. His personality varies extremely according to whatever emotion becomes most prominent for him. It's this prominent emotion that determines whether he's shy, fearful, dangerous or cocky. Knutik often hoards valuables he finds/steals and is extremely protective of his collection. Losing just one of his treasures can spurn him into an infuriated and agitated state. His treasures are safely hidden within his own created realm known as "The Void Neath".<br><br><font color="#00a651">Physiology</font><br>Knutik is a physical being with powers, thus you can touch, feel and see him. He stands at 6 ft from head to wispy tail in his original wraith form and can be described to look like black fire is constantly slowly dissipating off him. Gravity affects him like any other physical thing, it's his use of magic that makes him fly. He is called a spirit because he is an animated being that doesn't inhabit a body, which lead many of his previous worshipers to believe him to be a stray soul trapped on the physical plane, which isn't actually true. He is physically made up of solid shadows that feel like cold silk to the touch and his 'heart' which behaves very much like a core is made up of fire. This fire is what produces the coloured glow to his eyes and mouth like a furnace within. Knutik isn't sure himself what the core is for since no matter what he shape-shifts into, it's always there. The only time it's not present is when he melts into the shadows, he discovered that the core transports to his realm during those times.<br><br><font color="#00a651">Currently Likes:</font><br>Shiny objects, knick-knacks, treasures, gemstones, ancient relics, tormenting humans, solace, tasty food, interacting with people, stealing, destroying things, fire,<br><br><font color="#00a651">Currently Dislikes:</font><br>Losing control of himself believing he should be above that, water, bright lights, being startled, losing his treasures, being unable to obtain a potential treasure, boredom, people who don't get easily intimidated, people who aren't scared of him, people who can defeat him,<br><br><font color="#00a651">Weaknesses/Flaws:</font><br>Focused light burns away his shadows, sensitivity to emotions can make him unpredictable, easily caught off guard, white/light magic can temporarily destroy him,<br><br><font color="#00a651">Theme Song:</font><br><iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/nrlZu-uFtmg?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe></div></div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=" Krye Vincent from The World's Prison (August 7, 2016)"> Krye Vincent from The World's Prison (August 7, 2016) [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Name: Krye (Pronounced: Cry) Vincent<br><br>Alias/Nickname: The Wraith<br><br>Age: 20<br><br>Personality: Reclusive, curious, cautious, untrustworthy, intelligent, observant, laid-back, savage, deceiving,<br><br>Appearance: Black hair, grey 'piercing' eyes, pale skin, slim form, 5'9 in height, wears a black t-shirt and grey fur-trimmed coat, black pants and sneakers and leather belt.<br><br><img src="https://s8.postimg.org/rb12iehk5/t_h_e_sh_de.jpg" /><br><br>Bio: Krye ended up in prison with no regard for his age with several life sentences at age 14 for brutally killing 6 classmates during school after a bout of major bullying. With a problematic childhood leading to a severely damaged sense of morality, he was subject to many terrible events and medications that, without a proper diagnosis of anything, had only managed to mess him up further. By 16 he was practically tossed into The World's Prison when nobody wanted to deal with him anymore. It was in the prison city that he could freely be himself, this gave him a much needed form of therapy to regain his somewhat normal behaviour.<br><br>During his years in The World's Prison he's had plenty of time to increase his skill in parkour to escape from stronger individuals and fights he can't win. While he was never good in hand to hand combat, he had incredible skill with a knife. By age 20 he had already made a name for himself as The Wraith due to his speed, agility as well as his habit of appearing, killing a target, then disappearing before anyone even got a good look at him. He uses the fact that not many people know what The Wraith looks like, to manipulate and charm his way into allying with someone before stabbing them in the back (literally and figuratively) and taking their supplies.<br><br>Misc: His main weapon is a large knife that he keeps in a sheath attached to his belt and hidden by his coat.</div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=" Kailod Trouvin from Ghostwalker (July 14, 2016)"> Kailod Trouvin from Ghostwalker (July 14, 2016) [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://s31.postimg.org/6ekbvhh8b/Untitled.jpg" /> <br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="As a kid">As a kid [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://s32.postimg.org/a4tqy0y1h/Untitled2.jpg" /></div></div><br><br><span class="bb-b">Appearance</span>: 5'9, slim with lean muscle. Black hair, grey eyes, naturally pale skin.<br><br><span class="bb-b">Name</span>: Kailod Trouvin|(Kye-lawd) (Trow-vin)<br><br><span class="bb-b">Age</span>: 19<br><br><span class="bb-b">Power</span>: Sensory Illusion (Can manipulate what people see, taste, smell, feel, hear) and Venomous bite (An odd physical result from the experimentation in addition to his base power)<br><br><span class="bb-b">Strengths</span>: Amazing ability to focus consistently (This helps him manipulate the senses of multiple people at a time), incredible visual memory (In a memory he can recall almost every little physical detail as if he was watching a video of his past), near perfect retaining of sensory information (If he recalls on a certain memory, he can remember what the temperature felt like, what he smelled, what he saw, what he could feel)<br><br><span class="bb-b">Weaknesses</span>: His retaining of sensory info and visual memory is severely limited by what he remembers (He has the normal memory of an average human and can't remember every little thing, but what he does remember is in great detail), his ability of Sensory Illusion is based entirely on his will and control (Amazing focus helps with this power, but he can easily lose control of it. For example if he's afraid the hallucinations will turn against him and doesn't regain his composure quick, then he will begin to hallucinate things that terrify him, or his mind will basically go against him thus causing his power to go against him as well.), had a depressing childhood and traumatic experiences (This has the potential to trigger uncontrollable emotions which will greatly affect his ability to control his power.)<br><br><span class="bb-b">Extra</span>: Always wears a coat since he easily gets cold. Enjoys playing chess and card games against himself. Often times seems like a loner. Favourite thing to do is read nonfiction books.<br><br><span class="bb-b">Bio</span> (You know these can get very long since I seldom get a chance to be super creative.)<br>-------------<br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Simplified">Simplified [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Kailods mother died at birth leaving him with his art obsessed father who was left distraught by his wife's death. His father was negligent, not providing him with the proper needs of a growing child, too obsessed with his paintings. They were poor and living off of support. Kailod grew to be emotionally distant and extremely independent. His dad always forgets his birthday so on his 12th birthday he went to remind his father only to find him dead from severe malnutrition. He was placed in an orphanage where he remained until he was 14. A strange man of eerie uncertainty had taken him in. <br><br>Kailod became an experiment, forced through visual images, flashing lights, dna manipulation and brainwave alterations. He read through one of the man's papers while absent during an experiment to find out he had gained a venomous bite from one of the experiments and there was a mention of 'Sensory Manipulation' which would explain his hallucinations of grotesque creatures and beasts when he was afraid. He was later shut out due to his inability to cooperate when too fearful and was tossed into a different orphanage where he was bullied for the first time. Tired of being looked down on and afraid, during a confrontation he visualized himself as a terrifying monster in the eyes of his bully. Said bully was hospitalized. Kailod put two and two together and began to experiment with his new found power, even making people have full conversations with the hallucinations he made them see. <br><br>The day before his 18th birthday, he rendered himself invisible to everyone's visual senses, took every bit of information they had on him and set out to start his life. Age 19, he lives in an apartment where he steals food and money using his power. He has yet to test out his venomous bite but has gained control over his base power. During a usual day while browsing the internet, he had come across a recent news article about a familiar individual.</div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Thoroughly Detailed">Thoroughly Detailed [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Kailod had been born into a life that was going downhill from day one. His mother had died during birth and he was left with his distraught father who wasn't always readily available to meet his needs as a young child. His father was an obsessed painter trying to make a living through his art, always in a constant belief that he had talent for paintings worthy of a royal palace, despite his art never selling. It was clear to Kailod when he reached age 6 that something was wrong with his father. They had been receiving money through supporting means until his father could get a job, but he was trapped in denial and desperation as he continued to paint. No affection, no fun and games, no playing ball at the park. Kailod grew emotionally distant as he became more independent for his own survival at age 11, cooking his own food, walking to school and doing chores, while his dad continued to slave away in his work room uttering curses into the silence. Kailod's 12th birthday, he woke up to the sound of his alarm and checked the date on his calendar as usual in his morning routine. His birthday. He knew his dad had forgotten again. He headed to his dads work room, since he usually slept in there on a cot. Opening the door he could only see his father still sitting on the stool, leaning his head against a blank canvas, his previous one obviously ripped to shreds next to his feet. He walked over to him shaking his shoulders. "Dad... it's my birthday..." he slid off his stool and fell limp to the ground... 30 minutes later, police and paramedics were scattered about his house after he called 911. They told him his father died of severe malnutrition. Kailod couldn't really fathom what he should have felt in that moment, but one thing was for certain: he truly felt utterly and hopelessly alone. <br><br>Everything in his life had been tossed and turned from that point. He was thrown into an orphanage where he was also placed into a program to cope with the recent events. His schooling continued as usual until he was 14, when a strange man had come to see him. The man had a caring smile, but it unnerved him to the bone. Not long after, he finds himself practically forced into a series of little experiments to achieve some unknown goal. Flashing colours and lights through his head, brainwave alterations, visual imaging, dna manipulation, sleepless nights. Despite it all Kailod was afraid to disobey this man, he would tremble at his command as if his life was on the line. No real threat was directed to him, but he always felt more and more vulnerable and different. It was then after some of the experiments, he started to hallucinate things he was afraid of. Suddenly whenever Dr. Whitney came into view, his heart rate would quicken in fear and the man would shift and morph into grotesque and terrifying creatures each time, mimicking what he thought the man really was. He had spoken about it to Whitney, who proceeded to test it out at time, but each experiment on it made Kailod see something worse and more worse each time until he'd gotten too fearful to follow commands. He had taken a peak at the mans papers whenever he left to get something during an experiment; he read very clearly <span class="bb-b">'Subject gained venomous glands, physical alteration, body doesn't seem to consider as foreign and shows no signs of rejecting it. Subject has been given a venomous bite, <span class="bb-i">wear thicker gloves</span>.'</span>. Another paper had stated <span class="bb-b">'Sensory Manipulation, likely the given ability through experimentation. Alters perspective according to what subject feels or thinks. May be able to control it, but has gotten more difficult to get subject to cooperate. <span class="bb-i">Further analysis needed</span>.'</span><br><br>After a time with no warning the man had grown much too frustrated with him and he had been sent back to the life of an orphan, but he was transferred to a different orphanage than the previous one. The kids there weren't very kind. It was the first time in Kailod's life that he's been bullied. It was there he had learned of his actual <span class="bb-i">power</span>. His hallucinations weren't so bad since he felt safer outside of the mansion, but he kept thinking back on what the doctor meant by 'given ability'. One day a particular kid he wasn't too fond of approached him, snatching the book he was reading and making fun of his interests. Kailod wasn't very intimidating, small, weak, quiet. It was during this confrontation that he had wished they would see him as scarier, someone you shouldn't mess with. His bully's expression fell from smug slowly to confusion and then horror as Kailod appeared to warp into a faceless monster of oozing black tar right in front of his very eyes. The bully had screamed bringing the attention of everyone in the orphanage. He kept yelling and frantically shouting "MONSTER, IT'S A FREAKING MONSTER!!" he was taken to a hospital and hadn't come back since. Kailod had known full well that a monster is exactly what he imagined himself to look like to the bully. He started to experiment, making people see lights in the corner of their eyes, watching closely as they would look in the direction he had incorporated it into their vision. He knew for sure that he had an incredible power when he had used it on another orphan, making her see her friend and striking up a conversation with her, meanwhile she was talking to thin air. Not only could he make people see, hear and feel these... 'hallucinations' but he could use it on himself as well. His final test on his new ability was the day before his 18th birthday. The next day he would be allowed to leave, but he didn't want to wait anymore, he was patient enough. He altered the visual senses of everyone in his vicinity so that he was completely invisible to them. He grabbed everything he needed and left as if he was never there to begin with, took all his records, everything they had on him and truly started his new life. Sure they'll try looking for him, but he'll already be long gone with a head start. <br><br>By age 19, he had completely settled into an apartment where he lived on his own, surviving on food and money he'd stolen using his power. The venom he would occasionally taste every once in a while was simply a mere nuisance that his mind learned to ignore, he has yet to test it out. However, he has gained much more control over his power, often times even being immature with it and messing with people from time to time. Even making himself temporary imaginary friends whenever he got lonely. It was then while browsing the internet, he came across a recent article showing the photo of a very familiar face that sent chills down his spine.</div></div></div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Kiiros Xanton from Mutant Facility (January 13, 2016) My first character on this site">Kiiros Xanton from Mutant Facility (January 13, 2016) My first character on this site [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Appearance<br><img src="http://s8.postimg.org/o293p0x6d/8bbb6ca7c2f0e500a0cc136e069e1a4b.jpg" /><img src="http://s13.postimg.org/wa0brwn5z/1af95f2989b9e43dc6174d395fbcd895.jpg" /><br><br>Name: Kiiros Xanton<br><br>Current Age: 18<br><br>Power/Mutation: Pyrokinesis, power strengthens when exposed to sunlight. Inhumanely fast reflexes and high accuracy. Immune to radiation. Thermo vision indicated by reptile eyes.<br><br>Bio: Kiiros has always been a cruel and sadistic student in school who enjoyed causing mayhem and terrifying his classmates with violent threats and blackmail. He's apathetic towards all authority and views everyone else as beneath him. He's known of his powers for a long time and has managed to keep it a secret ever since, thinking he was the only one of his kind. During a heated argument with his negligent and strict-to-the-core parents, his father struck him with a baseball bat in an aggressive drunken rage. That same night when his family was asleep, he'd stolen all their money, blocked every exit, trapped them in their room, disabled all the smoke detectors, and set their living room on fire. Newspapers told of a mansion that burned to the ground the next day. Over a year later after he decided to strike out on his own, he finds himself living deep in the bowels of a grim city known as Galevein, working as a contract killer and underground informant. With the recent events going on, he's been sloppy, always leaving his victims burned to a crisp with no explanation, unaware that authorities were searching and capturing people like him. He's managed to hide from the law in general for a year, but this is something he wasn't prepared for.<br><br>Theme Song: <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/ThX6n0Wxnf0?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe></div></div><br><br>If you've noticed how all my character's names start with a 'K', then you certainly are an observant one. This is because 'K' is my favourite letter and also corresponds with my favourite number.</div>
