XenoCyanide

The Faraway Land

Haha. The post was fine! It will be curious to see how this plays out, for sure!

PRIES - Paranormal Dark Fantasy RP [Interest & Recruit Thread]

How many players are you hoping to get before calling it closed?

[Closed 1x1] The Touched

Kyle Lucidius

Name: Kyle Lucidius
Age: 33
Gender: Male

Appearance:
Kyle stands at five feet eleven inches and weighs approximately 170 pounds. He has a beard which he keeps trimmed neatly and short, brown hair. He has no visible scars on his face, but his torso is marred with them. From bullet holes to slashes to burns, a chronicle of his past horrors detailed on his body.

Personality:
Kyle is, for all intents and purposes, a loner. He is quiet most of the time but when he speaks, his tone is even and does not betray emotion. He is of incredible constitution, both mentally and physically, and one of the reasons why he was chosen for his particular occupation. He harbors no ill will towards those that are Touched but this does not mean that they do not haunt him. When alone, he relives every murder.

Background:
Born into a world that fears what it doesn't understand, Kyle was raised with fear and suspicion. His parents instilled this distrust in him at an early age as it was law to report any suspicious persons who may have been Touched. For this reason Kyle did not make many friends while he was growing up, preferring instead the company of long-dead poets and authors. In an attempt to escape his condemned life, he joined the military and in his naivety, hoped to understand the world. This eventually led to his recruitment into their special forces where he learned many things from marksmanship to stealth but most importantly, he learned how to disconnect from killing.
After he completed his tour of duty, he had no prospects in the civilian sector. His skills were not something many employers wanted. One decision when he was younger marked him for the rest of his life as nothing more than a trigger man so that is what he became. Enlisting into the services of a private organization, charged with the contract of finding, detaining, or eliminating the Touched, this has been his life for the past year. It wasn't with some irony that he himself would begin to manifest his own powers. Whether they were latent within him from birth or the fates deciding to punish him for his chosen life he did not know. However, his greatest challenge laid ahead. He will eventually be hunted himself and those that he hunted in the past will soon become his allies... or worse.

Abilities:

• Telekinesis
• Pyrokinesis
• Psychometry

Weapon(s):

• Ka-Bar Military Knife
• SRSA1 Stealth Recon Scout Sniper Rifle
• Springfield XD-S 4" .45ACP

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Twists and turns were the alleys in the Hill, cutting left and right and diagonally. A veritable maze where an experienced man could lose any pursuer given the right precautions. Unfortunately, this murder seemed almost an act of passion. There was no thought to it but rage. As Xen moved as quickly as he could, he looked upward toward the women and children peeking their heads out from their homes and shops. Some heads looked on in wonder and astonishment while others began pointing. Those on the streets were pushed back against the wall or peering down a seemingly empty corridor. All of these pointed that Xen was going the right direction. Where others would be drawn toward the commotion behind him, others who had seen the beast would be more focused upon that which usually feeds at night.
The Storyteller caught up to him in due time, his speed and gait not being what it used to be years ago. Xen barely gave heed to the man, as he was too focused on determining where the beast had gone. As he rounded a corner, what appeared to be fine particles filled the air. It wasn't dense enough to cloud vision, but in the right angle, the sun reflected. This stopped Xen in his tracks as he studied this powder for a moment, his eyes glancing over to the Storyteller, "I intend to capture it." With that, satisfied that the powder was relatively harmless, he began walking down the corridor. There was one more right angle turn ahead, and if his memory served him, this led behind Arcanius Emporium. He had spent many days within that shop and knew it intimately.
Xen held his staff defensively in front of him, his grip light against the smooth brown shaft. His voice was but a whisper, motioning the Storyteller to follow. "Tread carefully..." His movement was graceful for an old man with a limp yet it didn't seem to impede him. The closer they walked it was as if the shouts and cries behind them began to become muddled and only the pulsing of the heart could be heard right behind the ears. He could faintly make out the banging of mail and metal against pavement stones. Shields and scabbards rubbing against greaves as soldiers spread across the back alleys of their beloved city. The air was stained with the foul smell of blood and Xen knew they were close. "Stand and be known, demon. Show yourself." His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched, waiting for whatever lied ahead to make their move, all the while slowly stalking closer... and closer to their prey.

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@MissCapnCrunch It happens. If you want, write up how Dio decided this quest was beyond her and she leaves town to go back home or some such. If she isn't present in the morning, Xen will assume such and continue onward without her. Best of luck in the future!

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Ah, okay. Thanks for the clarification :)

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I'll be posting here shortly. Not much to go on. So this thing we are chasing is attempting to slip into a portal of some sort?

⌠𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 ╼ 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋⌡

I'm also in. Have been waiting for a proper dystopian RP. :)

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@MissCapnCrunch Just calls for a bigger post! Do whatever you feel your character would. There is lots of room to play around with currently.

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@tex Probably haha.

@MissCapnCrunch How so?