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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 7:32 am
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Character name: Macleod Species: For all intents and purposes, Human Gender: Male Age: Looks 30-35ish Appearance: A decent looking guy who looks like he has nothing to offer on first sight, but there's always more to it than that.
Background: He always was troubled by how powerless he felt when things went wrong around him and how he could do nothing to prevent the wrongdoings that would forever plague him for the rest of his life. Since then, he has been working to rid the world of the unsightly scum that is behind the root of all evil and even fights toward slaying The Devil himself one day. Evil cannot elude his senses which he has trained since that fateful day many years ago when his world was turned upside down by the tragedies that broke out around him.
He can "smell" the soul of living beings and determine how much right and wrong they have done, and if he's near them long enough, he can even determine each of their rights and wrongs. (no he doesn't go around "Sniffing" people, its more like when you walk into a restaurant and you smell various foods and such)
---A good comparable reference would be the Movie: "Constantine" if you've seen it with the matrix guy in it (Keana Reeves?).---
Overall, he's a hunter of evil and/or malicious beings.
Some of the things he has with him: Divine Shotgun (12gauge), Pepper spray with various anti-demonic properties, Magnum (.45), a wooden stake embedded with many metals and among other things, various holy "Objects," "Books," "Charms," and "Tools." He has ammo made out of silver, gold, aluminum, platinum, copper, and steel for both guns.
He has numerous connections with other hunters and shops, and owns a small apt. with other equipment & supplies. One of his friends, who is also in the same line-of-business, is named Leon.
*if he leaves, he is in his apartment*
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 10:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 1:46 pm
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Chaos_The_Chosen_One Name: Ezekiel Endalrin Race: Fallen Angel Age: Unknown
Weapon(s): Holy Judicator Power(s): Angelic: The power to heal injuries no matter how minor or severe. He once could bring people back from the dead. He can shoot off blasts of holy energy, like Goku or Ryu can. He can also mold the energy into things like weapons and sheilds.
Personality: He is cold, never letting anyone get to close to him. Deep down he's a nice guy, but that side hasn't been seen in a millenia, not after the Impact. Bio: He is a fallen angel, but not because he became evil, far from it. He was sent to earth to destroy a rotten village, to kill everyone. But he came across one family that he felt compassion for. The father had died years ago and the mother broke her back to care for her three children. They were innocent, and deserved to live. Yahweh may have forgiven him for this act, if he had not fallen in love with the mother. For this, he was banished from heaven, and stripped of his powers for a millenia. The millenia has gone by, and he has begun to gain his powers back, but he is still banished from heaven, permanently. He now wanders the earth, helping those he can, destroying demons wherever he goes. He only wishes that he may one day be allowed to join his brethern in heaven once again.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 5:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 10:02 pm
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Character name: Jenna Species: natural born anthro white tail deer Gender: Female (doe) Age: 20 Appearance:
Backround: With naught but a hairbreadth saving her, she twisted sideways, feeling the rush of air disturbed by the heavy blade whistling past her cheek. She brought her sword across, yet found no target, for the stroke was expertly blocked by an enemies broad blade, and metal rang against metal. Before she could recover he pressed his advantage, slamming her against the ribs with the flat of his weighty weapon in a blow that drove the breath from her body and sent stars of pain ricocheting through her. Like a felled wand, she sprawled backward to the grass. The enemy fell heavily upon her and straddled her hips, raising his broadsword above his head to deliver the death stroke that would sever her head from her slender neck. His heavy weight crushed her, robbed her of breath and strength. She couldn't move, could scarce breath! Blessed Frey, guardian of woman, help me, give me strength! she screamed silently, straining until sweat bled from her brow to throw him off. Death was imminent. With awful certainty, she saw his arm begin its descent as if motion were slowed; dimly heard her guardians bellow of rage nearby, followed by a strangled groan; saw the steel wink silver fire in the sunlight as the blade arced down- "In Gods name, no!" roared a voice, a dear familiar voice, and a strangled cry escaped her as another body intruded itself between the blade and her own. Her nostrils were filled suddenly with the dear scent of her beloved-and by the rank coppery stink of his blood as the Saxon blade cleaved into his shoulder and back. The enemy flung the creature aside, disgust curling his lips as he clambered to his feet, looming over the fallen pair. He had raised his sword a second time to deal Jenna the death blow, when the wounded creature's eye's flickered open, filled with pleading. "Pray sir! No!" he whispered in the Saxon tongue. "Spare her!" The enemies brows arched upward in grim amazement. "Her?" he growled, and extended the toe of his booted foot to roughly nudge the helmet from Jenna's head, revealing her lovely face and a tumble of shiny white hair. "Ah!" he roared, grinning. "A wench!" "Spare her, I beg of you." Jenna's companion repeated, his voice quavering "She-she is the daughter-the only daughter of the jarl Thorfast Jorgensen, he whom the-the Saxons once called "The Treacherous." The enemy was stunned, yet not so stunned he did not notice the warrior maid stealthily reaching for her fallen weapon. Like lightning his booted foot came out, clamping down heavily upon her wrist so that she cried out in sudden agony. "No, not so fast!" he growled "If what the old one says is true, my lord will want you taken alive!"
She has since escaped her captor and has taken to hiding.
Talent's/Abilities: Singing, she has a way with words, playing guitar and piano. Fighting Personality: Strong willed and high spirited. Stubborn to a fault but has a soft side when searched for.
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Psychopompic Rabbits Crew
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 7:53 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 11:45 pm
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