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 Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 11:11 am
Raven Applications
Note: Basically is almost the same as the AVALANCHE application.
Picture must be in URL form.
All applications must be posted in this thread.
For any questions about the Ravens please read the Introduction thread in this sub-forum, the BEFORE CRISIS thread on the main page, or PM Frau Kraut.
NAME:
AGE:
GENDER:
HEIGHT:
WEIGHT:
EYE COLOR:
HAIR COLOR:
APPEARANCE:
WEAPON:
WEAK POINT: [One area on body! Mandatory!]
MATERIA: [See Materia thread for further information.]
LIMIT BREAKS: [Insert your description here of up to Four Limit Breaks.]
HISTORY: [Who were they before being modified, etc.]
RP EXAMPLE: [Mandatory!]
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 11:07 am
Name: Touscon
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 112lbs
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Black
Appearance: [This is my own artwork. Do not steal it or use it without my permission. Also! Touscon is equipped with a belt that has a cornflower-blue colored marble in it. This is not depicted, but is worn nonetheless.] [x] and [x]
Weapon(s): Bow and Crossbow
Weak Point: Stomach
History: Born to a mother who could care less about her well-being, Touscon was left to be raised by her father in a shabby apartment under the plate of Midgar. Though they struggled to survive on her father's meager pay, a few months after she had turned seven, her father was fired from his menial job. Soon after, finding he could no longer provide for his daughter, her father used the last of his funds to take her to Kalm so that she could live with a distant relative of her father's.
Touscon's situation hardly improved, however. Though she had enough to live on and a few select comforts she had not been privy to when living with her father, here she suffered under the constant strain of chores and an education system far beyond reach at her terribly slow learning pace.
A particularly vicious quarrel with her adoptive parents spurred her on to run away from home one day, and she did what she could to make her way west of Kalm. She almost died within the wilderness between the small town and the coast, which she was making for. But even when Midgar's distant gleam tainted the horizon, she steered clear of it with renewed passion. Everyone in her life had left her, so she would not come crawling back to them to be greeted with empty words and disgust and pity.
Reaching the coast did little to help her, but she moved south regardless, and--nearly a month after this seaside trek, she caught sight of a fisher's boat and waved it down. She was abused thoroughly, but within the murmured conversation she heard at last of a peace-seeking land called Cosmo Canyon. It took more than she had to offer to convince the owner to take her to a place where they would ship her out of there to the other continent, but, nearly two years after she had first run away, she had reached her destination. Touscon discovered the group called AVALANCHE, and without any regrets, offered herself up to Fuhito's whims, and was soon transformed, emerging a trained, dangerous Raven under AVALANCHE's control.
RP Sample: Strange, almost... How even though they were the same in reformation after their individual births, they was no familial feelings between any of them. No sense of a bond stronger than the occassional need for each other in order to accomplish any task laid before them. These tasks, whatever they might be, were the only things that could possibly bring them together.
They were carnal enough that mating would be plausible to some in certain situations. But it was all physical. And, for whatever reason, it was impossible for them to breed. But there was no emotion in it. They were not human in that sense. There was no desire for closure, for relationships. Success in their masters' eyes was the reason for life. If they failed to carry such a task out, it was as severe a blow to them as death.
And indeed, many of those who had faltered and failed had never been seen again. They did not miss each other. They were there to do their duty. And their duty now, was to await the coming of... a couple of their masters. Until they arrived here, their orders were to keep the place secure, secret, and to get to know the lay of the land. These would soon be the breeding grounds for a revolution. They would see to it that nothing interfered with that plan.
Their masters willed so. And they would not disappoint them.
Touscon finally shut off the tap, wringing out the bear gently enough so that it did not tear, and handed it back to Midori. "Get to it, and then let's get downstairs and nest," she stated blandly, moving towards the hidden doorway, after making sure the other door was securely fastened and inaccessable from the outside.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 9:55 pm
NAME: Midori
AGE: 8
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 4’2”
WEIGHT: 80 LBS
EYE COLOR: Electric Green
HAIR COLOR: Deep crimson
APPEARANCE: Thin, wispy frame, waist length completely straight hair. She looks like any other sweet, innocent kid, with very large eyes. The stone in her collar is Green, just like her name and her eyes. ((I’ll post a picture of her once I get her worked out entirely.))
WEAPON: Very Large scythe
WEAK POINT: Behind her Right ear – instant knockout, or the bear. Midori will do anything for Teddy, including remove limbs strangers who have touched him.
HISTORY: Midori was just your average infant before she wandered away (chasing a butterfly (go figure)) from her home town; a place small enough to go completely unmapped. She was picked up in the woods west of there, still clutching her stuffed bear. Considering she refused to let go of the bear, and actually managed to break one of her captor’s arms while they were trying to get the bear away from her, they decided to let her keep it and use it for her look. She was always a bright child, and the Ravens trained that to a tee. Most often, she is polite to a cold measure, but they also taught her what the ideal, cute child would look like. She can emulate it perfectly.
MANNERISMS: She acts one of three ways; Adorable, Serious, or Violent. When acting cute, she may use a lisp if needed, but she will do anything at all to wrap someone’s heart around her finger before she jams a knife into it. When she is serious, Midori speaks extremely politely, at all times. Once in a while, she will use a contraction, but she finds them a little vulgar. When she’s being violent, she’s prone to swearing, maniacal grins, and occasionally swapping back to being cute; especially with blood splatters.
ITEMS: Teddy. That’s what she calls her stuffed bear. The zipper on his back actually opens not to reveal stuffing, but another dimensional space, where she keeps her scythe until its needed. Somehow, he’s still fluffy though.
RP EXAMPLE: A giggle. That’s what they heard last in life. Midori stepped over the corpses still clutching their knives in their severed hands, and picked up the soft brown bear. The bastards had gotten their filthy blood on him.
“Poor Teddy…They should be punished some more, should they not?” after an instant the sharp gleaming silver blade was graced with a fresh splatter of crimson as it was pulled across the neck of the first dead body…That fool of a boy though he could hurt her and Teddy…Why, he nearly ripped her furry friend’s arm off... The second one, she left his head connected to his neck; he had never laid a finger on the bear.
Her tongue poked out from between her lips, just for a moment, to lick clean the crimson on her scythe. Her sweet face soured, and she spit the liquid back out onto the body. “You even taste like s**t.” From now on the low-life scum that wandered Junon would need to be more careful...They were her favorites…Why did they call Teddy a toy? He wasn’t something to be chopped up…He was a friend…They were her toys.
She wiped the silvery edge clean on the decapitated man’s shirt, and then folded it closed, before opening the zipper on Teddy’s back and slipping it inside. She walked back to the base, a crimson splatter decorating her clothes; she would be disciplined for not having been cleaner about her play, but at least the others would clean Teddy for her.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 8:40 pm
Name: Ulf
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 200 lbs
Eye Color: Yellow-brown
Hair Color: Black
Appearance: Ulf is tall and lean with a hungry look about him, perhaps caused by the hard muscle covering his thin frame, or by his generally unkept appearance. His hair is dark and matted, falling into thin dreadlocks that reach to his shoulders.
Weapon: Several feet of barbed wire
Weak Point: Collar/Neck
History: Ulf was always a rebel, although he had neither the mind nor the dedication to do something productive with that energy. As a boy he got into schoolyard fights and preformed petty thievery, getting caught and beaten numerous times. He was fond of fire and on one occasion stole and roasted a neighbor's pet bird. He left home one day shortly after "officially" dropping out of school and wandered, leaving a trail of minor crimes behind him, into AVALANCHE and the Ravens.
RP Example: It was a still night, waning steadily towards the dawn, and the guard at the dock yawned behind his hand as he glanced up at the cloudy sky. He paced down the wooden boardwalk, his other hand resting casually on the gun in his holster. So relaxed was the mood that he was not worried, even as the other figure appeared out of the darkness before him.
"Hey, this is a restricted area." The shadow was still several yards away and he watched as its head turned slowly to look at him, equally unimpressed. "No entry after sundown."
He did take a step backwards as the other person came towards him, seeming to move far too quickly for his casual gait.
"Did you hear me?" There was a slight note of apprehension in his voice now. He held his ground; he was by no means a cowardly man and had seen far worse than this stranger. Still, there was a certain... something about him. Perhaps it was his unusually tall and lean build, or the tangled mess of dark hair.
His face still shadowed as he looked down, what little light there was mostly behind him, the newcomer spoke, ignoring the guard's question. "Would you like to make a deal?" His voice was low, almost gritty, and it seemed to growl in the back of his throat as if working its way past vocal chords unsuited to speech.
"You need to leave," the guard repeated firmly, his hand now grasping the handle of his gun purposefully.
The taller man glanced at it and smiled, as if attempting to put him at ease. It looked more like the angry grin born by wild beasts before the lunge. "I don't want to hurt you," he continued, and the guard was unable to suppress the small shiver of fear which wound itself in his stomach as he heard the lie and the glee with which it was said.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 4:20 pm
NAME: Ai
AGE: 17
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5’7”
WEIGHT: 114 lbs
EYE COLOR: Crystal Blue
HAIR COLOR: Orange-Blonde
APPEARANCE: (( Artwork done by FireFoxxNT. )) [x] and [x]
WEAPON: Twin Blades
WEAK POINT: Shoulders
HISTORY: Being a model and a singer? Pfft, she must have the easy/perfect life! Think again. Ai used to have the perfect and easy life. Her mother and father raised up a beautiful orange/blonde 5’7” woman. Now most might think that a child would have one childhood dream, but Ai had two. She wanted to be a model, AND a singer. Now who could pick, when one could have both! At the age of fifteen, Ai was on her way to becoming the famous multitalented celebrity she had always wanted to be. Just the right height, and weight, Ai’s voice brought her into the world of singing, and then modeling. Ai’s sister, Mine at age eleven, had loved hearing Ai’s poem as a little girl, and made Ai read them to her as a bedtime story. Once Ai was accepted into the singing industry, Mine was jumping up and down, and claimed to be Ai biggest fan forever. Her fame came quick, and so did the fans. But as much as the fans kept coming back, and the fame tailed Ai’s every move, so did some unpleasant listeners. As everyone knows, there are people who love one thing, but there are also others that hate it. Threats were sent out to the ever popular Ai, now months into her new carrier. But seeing as though they came regularly, and nothing had happened, Ai’s bodyguards and Ai herself began to forget all about them. Though on one beautiful autumn afternoon, when Ai was returning from one of her concerts, a thing Ai had never wanted to see was right before her eyes. Police vehicles and “Do Not Cross” borders were set up outside Ai’s small Victorian house. Once let inside, Ai learned the tragic news that her little sister, who just turned thirteen years old, had been stabbed and killed by the one who was sending the threats.
After a few months had passed after the death of Ai’s little sister Mine, Ai had gone into a slight state of depression. After thinking for many days about Mine’s death, Ai realized that she should take a break from the fame and learn to protect herself, and others, better. On a walk away from her bodyguards, a flyer had been posted on a wall, greeting her eyes with the large bold letters: “GOT NOTHING BETTER TO DO?” As Ai continued to read, she realized that this was everything she wanted. Being able to be trained, and learn the art of fighting and protection. That was what the flyer had offered. Soon after, Ai ventured to Cosmo Canyon for her “special training”, with a surprise twist in it.
RP EXAMPLE: (( Side note! This is Denzel’s RP Sample. I’ll fill in Ai’s after I post as her. =3 ))
“Mrs. Levy!” The boy cried out, shaking an old woman’s body that lay on the floor. Fear had seemed to overcome the boy, as she shook the body more hastily. “Mrs. Levy!” He repeated, trying to wake up the woman, who seemed to be only resting on the ground just a few short minutes ago. A small stream of black liquid started to flow down the corner of the old woman’s mouth, and then started to seep through her scalp and run through her silver colored hair. The black goo stained the small boy’s hand as he ran his hand through her white locks, now slowly being coated in the same black.
Denzel closed his eyes tightly and brought his hands up to his head, trying to shut out the horrible memories. Weren’t memories supposed to be good? Who would want to have that nightmare as a memory? Sadly enough, Denzel had to live with it.
How many years has it been since Denzel came to Seventh Heaven? It was still a blur how he even ended up in this bar under the care of Cloud and Tifa. All he knew at the moment was that it was the anniversary of when he had shown up for the first time in Tifa’s bar. Cloud was out as usual, and Tifa and Marlene were out grocery shopping for tonight’s dinner. Denzel looked around, and clenched his fist. They’ve done so much for me… I need to repay them somehow… He thought as he looked around to pinpoint the chocobo clock that hung on the wall. “It’s time!” Denzel exclaimed as he raced down the flight of stairs and into the kitchen. He pulled on the oven door, letting the heat escape out of it, and quickly put on two heat resistant gloves. Pulling out a tray, he placed it on the table. A cake? His smile almost seemed to extend off his face as he congratulated himself for not burning the cake. Wow.. Mrs. Levy’s cooking lessons really did come in handy! He thought as he showed his million dollar smile again. “Now for the icing.. What did Tifa and Marlene say they liked best? Was it chocolate?” He lifted his hand to scratch his head thinking back. It seems his memory had failed him once again as he sighed. “I know!” He exclaimed and pulled out two small containers of icing. “I’ll do half chocolate and half vanilla!” Denzel took out a small butter knife and began to decorate.
Sighing after his masterpiece was finished, he smiled at his work. It already smells so good… But! I must resist! He thought to himself and took another glance at the shiny cake. “But.. it looks so good…” He said to himself and felt a small moan escape from his ravenous stomach. “Oh shush you!” He scolded his stomach as he turned to fetch a proper serving plate. After carefully putting the cake in the almost center of the white plate, he brought it to the closest table to the door. It was decorated nicely with a white cloth draping over it, and four plates were already set out for the event. Denzel set the cake on the side of the table and pondered if the table was set too plainly. Suddenly, Denzel reached into his denim jeans back pocket and pulled out a small handkerchief. Unfolding it, he placed it where the cake would sit and wait for the company of four to devour. The handkerchief was patterned with small pink flowers scattered around it. Placing the cake in the center of the handkerchief, Denzel smiled at the setting. Now to sit and wait. At least I could give it the last touch of Mrs. Levy’s work.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 2:46 pm
NAME: Deuce Novem
AGE: Machine.
GENDER: Male appearance
HEIGHT: 6’1”
WEIGHT: 500 Lbs
EYE COLOR: Red when sensing, brown otherwise
HAIR COLOR: Reddish-brown
APPEARANCE: Long black trench coat with a high collar, that closes from the left to the right, and buckles shut across the chest. Under it he wears a black button up shirt, but only buttons it 2/3 the way up. He wraps small belts around his arms, from the elbow down, and wears gloves that stop just before his knuckles, covering only the back of his hands with metal plates. He also wears black pants, with a pair of crossing belts around his waist that holster his weapons. He also wears high black boots with buckles on them. He does not wear a collar, as he does not need one; its programming was built directly into his neck.
MANERISMS: This information is irrelevant. Question will be terminated.
WEAPON: Dual handguns
WEAK POINT: Optical sensors are vulnerable to direct, excessive heat.
HISTORY: Deuce was activated, given an outfit, and weapons. His programming was set into action. There is a small human section of his brain, simply there to help continue running his program. Truthfully, even his designers aren’t entirely certain how he works. The end.
RP EXAMPLE: ((erk….Back to it later.))
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