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 Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 8:47 pm
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 9:01 pm
Basic Skeleton
Username-
Name-
Age-
Gender-
Sex-(optional)
Race-(demon{specific], Lycanthrope{werewolf], Vampire, Zombie, Angel ect.)
Weapons-(pictue or detailed discription)
Clothing-(because you dont always where whats in your picture or discription, be discriptive or armor and clothing)
Appearance-(picture{preferably anime] and detail discription if you cants discribe your rpc you got no buisness rping literately)
Abilities-(stuff your are naturally able to do like movements, manipulative abilites, even talents)
Attacks-(leave a discription of each attack and negative effect for powerful ones)
Like/Disllikes-(usually optional)
History-(at least 4 sentences)
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 9:30 pm
Username-Xaumeric Name-Xaumeric Age-17 Gender-Male Sex-Straight Race- Bone Mancer Weapons- His bones ScytheClothing- Dark colored hoods, half-zipped. Belted pants with cross belts around his waist. Black gothic boots. Usually wearing spiked hand cuffs or chains around his wrist and, or forearms. A collar around his neck. Appearance-Young teen, caremel skin with dark brown mid-length hair. His moonlit hazzel eyes can peirce even the darkest of shadows. A scar down his left eye and tribal tatoos across his torso and arms. XaumericAbilities- Bone Manipulation Skills- Trained in the ways of Hapkido and the way of the blade Xaumeric has a balanced fighting style. He can battle from a distance or close. His ability to use bones give's him a versititle arrange of weapons and techniques. Likes: Dark things, Chivalrousness and violent woman/ Dislikes: Considateness, stupidity and bright colors. Bio: Son of Lenniel and Hazzy Angelique, Xaumeric has lived through many changes in his life, he's even faced death and was reincarnated as his modern self. He has the tendancy to go mad scientist and has learned the ways of the chivalrous warior from his elder brother Nushi. Xaumeric now fights for his prince and wanders from town to town living his life to find meaning to himself other than what his title has branded him.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 10:15 pm
Username: Daemosa
Name: Demosthenes (Demos for short)
Age:N/A
Race:Fallen Angel/Demon
Appearance:He tends to take to the demonic side more, so his visage on the mortal plane is that of a 10' 6" man, covered in scars and clad in ancient armor. He has silver hair that is shoulder length, with two black horns protruding from between the locks. His eyes tend to glow a deep red, but change to a black when angered. His form is heavily muscled and shows eons of abuse. Scattered tattoos and war scars mark his body like a random tapestry, each with its own story to tell. His face is masked from the chin to his nose, some say for looks, others say he's hiding something, but no one really knows. He carries four swords with him at all times, three on his back and one at his hip.
Personality: Demosthenes has never been one to let things slide, he's quick with his sword and even quicker with his tongue. His rage is one to both behold and be wary, for once he starts, there is little hope of stopping him. Although with all creatures, there is a spot of compassion, but he tends to mask it and boast his tough exterior. His snide comments and sarcastic tone tend to get him into fights, which he enjoys with almost unmeasured passion, and most of the time its what he tries to do. He is a creature of Chaos, moving without pattern, doing things in his own way. Sometimes he's reserved, others he's trying to tear your head off, either way, he is most certainly not an opponent to be taken lightly.
Abilities:
Dimensional Phasing - Ability to move between dimensions freely.
Skills:
Telekinesis/ Pyrokinesis: Ability to move things with the mind, mental control over matter/fire
Intangibility- Ability to become non-solid, letting all energy, matter, and force pass through.
Bone weapons/armor - Makes weapons, shields, or armor out of his own, or other's skeletons.
Plague of Rats - Swarm of genetically mutant rats that attack any organic life-form, spreading an unholy plague that slowly incapacitates the infected.
Hercules' Chains - Twin chains wrapped around the user's forearms and hands, exponentially increases the user's speed and strength depended on the amount of power pushed into the process.
Chains of Torment - Massive chains that materalize out of the shadows to bind the opponent with crushing force, tapping into their very life force.
(More to come later)
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 6:36 pm
Username-KEITARO69
Name-Keitaro
Age-25
Gender-male
Sex-straight
Race-daywalker or a vampire that can walk around during the daylight hours
Weapons-silver katana, silver kunai, silver throwing stars, silver stakes.
Clothing-black leather pants, Black leather shirt, Black leather trench coat,black studded leather boots .
Appearance-i stand 6'3" tall, and weigh about 190 lbs,my skin is pale white and i have two fangs in my mouth,jet black hair.
Abilities-super speed, ability to heal grievous wounds after a certain length of time, can see in the dark.
Attacks-
1: Shield Wall: A shield that i create from the earth that stands 6ft high.
2: Create Weapons: I can create any weapon from any substance.
3: Serum synthesis: I can create my serum that keeps back the vamperic rage.
4: Vamperic Rage: must roll d10 to avoid going into an uncontrollable rage after losing to much blood.
5 biggrin ominate:total control over ur enemy(must roll d10 and get an 8 or better)
6:Celerity:allows the user to make multiple attacks at super speed(must roll d10 and get 7 or better)
7:shadow clones: can create 5 real life clones of my self.
Like/Dislikes-most everyone i meet/one vampire.
History-My mother was 8 months pregnant with me when she was attack and killed by a vampire but the doctors were able to save me. I spent the first 9 years of my life in foster care until I was adopted by a couple that couldn’t have kids of their own, and then when I was 14 the lady that I had learned to call mother was attacked and killed by a Vampire right in front of me and the man I called father. So we went around and found all of the information that we could find on Vampires and started developing weapons, tools and I started working out making my body stronger so I could kill Vampires. Right around that time I started getting these cravings for blood or blood like substances and we researched it and found out because I was still in the womb when my birth mother was attacked and turned that I was part Vampire that I had all of their strengths and none of their weaknesses. So we started hunting Vampires when I was 18 all I used at first was a cross and some holy water but as we killed Vampires we would find large sums of cash in their houses so we started buying silver and some medical equipment with which to conduct experiments on new ways to kill and on a blood serum for me since I was craving blood and taking care of that craving by sucking the blood of animals. We finally developed a serum for me to use and now I hunt down and kill Vampires during the day and at night sometimes using the new tools and weapons that we have made, but recently my mentor was taken from me by the very same Vampire that took my birth mother from me, so now I still hunt Vampires but I’m looking for and signs or information about that one Vampire.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 6:46 pm
Remmiel D'Angelique
(Under construction)
>>Name: Remmiel D'Angelique
>>Sex: Male
>>Age: As old as creation
Apparent Age: 28
>>Race: Seraphim(specifically Metatron)
>>Appearance: The battle finished, amid mutilated bodies strewn about this garden of devastation, a lone dust cloud begins to fade; the particles, freshly hanging thick in the air, now settle. The cloud slowly parts to reveal a singular, slender yet well defined figure, his features dripping with blood- not his own, but that of his devil enemies- the stain of it mottled by the swirling dust. The length of his crimson hair, the bulk hanging to his a**, catches the wind and swirls mildly, playing around the height of his stature, standing at 8’8”. His locks part briefly to expose most of his face, his features giving the appearance of being no older than 28 years old. His crimson eyes, cast down and askew, lost in grief and remembrance for those hundred thousand angels who had battled and died under his command through thousands of wars with the thousand thousand devil hordes, so many thousand millennia ago. No longer hidden beneath the dust cloud, he is donned in a heavy armor made of the blood-red barbed hides of many devils killed by his own hand in other long ago wars, and reinforced by plate- his strength, as witnessed, great enough to bear the weight of the armor as though it were as supple as leather. Then his face hardens, his eyes narrowing. He throws his head to the heavens in a haunted bellow, howling a song for the dead- his fanged teeth bared in anguish, his clawed hands grasping at the air, plucking invisible cherubim from the sky. Seraphim wings- beautiful and of the purest white feathers- appear at his back, as though having been folded into an extra-dimensional space while amid the heat and gore of battle, and spread their full span. Under the single ray of sunlight that breaches the lingering haze of death, this glorious figure, stands as a revelation of the rapture of heaven among the massacre of war.
>>Personality: Solemn and sometimes reserved, Remmiel is fiercely loyal. He can be boisterous and joyful with his friends and clanmates, but is death incarnate on the battlefield. Remmiel, being among the angels that were condemned, though he was condemned falsely, for daring to take wives and creating families among the mortals in those early years of the world, who defied HIS edict and were cast away from HIS glory, to fall to the earth in the city of Enoch, and forever be pariah in HIS eyes...Remmiel had returned from his isolation~ his exile, his ascetic solitude. For a long while after, he believed he could continue the holy mission HE sent them forth on...before. There came a time when epiphany struck that he could no longer do HIS will, and decided, to spite HIM, Remmiel would do that which his own will demanded. However after thousands of years of anarchic chaos to suit his bruised ego, he was struck by another epiphany...and as such, isolated himself from the world. Now, millennia later, he has returned...eager to assuage his will, in any way as it is wished of him.
>>History: A former warrior of Heaven, the Golden General of HIS vast armies- Remmiel was groomed to take the position of Archangel to sit at HIS side, but he was more than content in leading HIS armies against Heaven's hated enemies, the legions of Hell. Remmiel's brother Azriel, who was more ambitious than he, wished the position Remmiel seemed to scorn, and conspired with other ambitious and less morally forthright seraphim to take that position. Faced with mounted false accusations and well-crafted evidence against him, Remmiel was cast out of Heaven, exiled to an immortal life among the earth-bound mortals. After many, many millenia, Remmiel met the incubus Lenniel, and taking note of his friendship and exceptional loyalty, decided to fight at his side.
>>Family: Remmiel was one of the original Seraphim, the Metatron- the first generation of angels, of which he had many brothers and sisters...but none of which were more loved by his Father than he. It is quite ironic that of his siblings, he has the most contact with his brother Azriel, despite their personal history. While traveling beside his Incubus friend Lenniel, Remmiel met, fell in love with, and married his wife, Hazy D'Angelique.
>>Armor: Remmiel wears a
~Heavy blood-red barbed devil-hide, reinforced by plate. It is "dedicated" to him- with but a mental command, it automatically replaces his current clothing, sending them into the armor's unoccupied extradimensional space; enhanced with a Dimensional Anchor, when donned and active, it disallows dimensional travel by any means into, or out of, the area. The barbs can be used to pierce the armor and flesh of enemies;
~Pair of Gloves of Storing- upon activation, Remmiel's blood red gloves miniaturize a single item held in the chosen hand(a bag is a single item, although it can hold any number of items) and holds it safely in stasis. There is no chance of losing the items held in this manner- and they can be recalled to full size with but a thought, replacing any other item in that same hand, sending it into stasis in its place. In this manner, multiple weapons can be exchanged on a one to one basis.
>>Weapons: In the arsenal that he has gathered over the many, many years of battle, Remmiel has few favored pieces. Chiefly among them include ~his Red Sword of War- The ancestral weapon of Heaven forged by Heaven's own master weaponsmiths for the wars against Hell's devil hordes. Upon activation, the blade can create a conflaguration of fire that hinders the vision of, and cages, anyone caught inside the walls of flame while granting the weilder freedom of movement through the lashing, licking flames, as well as granting the weilder immunity to hellfire, absorbing that hellfire, then filtering and infusing it instead with celestial power leaving the maurading devils vulnerable to the resultant FIRE OF HEAVEN. The blade can create an area effected Flameless Inferno, the heat of which capable of boiling and vaporizing a large body of water, or focus it into an attack capable of internally boiling the bodily fluids of its victim;
~his Frostbite Blade- Upon activation the blade can not only become a naginata, but can create a flash-blizzard, causing those caught in the blizzard to lose their sense of movement and direction while granting the weilder freedom of movement through the snow and fierce wind, and grants its weilder protection against fire, even from magical sources;
~his Lightning Blade- Upon activation, the blade can create an electrical storm in which anyone caught within is utterly electified, their muscles contracting to the point of cramping and locking their bodies in place, while granting its weilder immunity and freedom of movement through the raging, burning, crackling electricity;
~his katana- An ancient weapon gifted him by grateful oni Lords, bites into a victim's flesh, numbing the body to the point of paralysis as it absorbs life force from the victim, storing and channelling it into the weilder as needed, healing wounds and restoring health.
>>Skills: Remmiel is a consumate warrior, and as such a master of bushido and ninjitsu martial arts; his prowess with the samurai arts is enhanced by his mastery of ninjitsu. With this intense training, Remmiel's mental focus so acute that his mind is locked against outside influence.
>> Supernatural Ability: To aid him in battle, he uses his innate Heightened Senses- as one of the Seraphim, HIS Children, even those lost to the glory of Heaven, Remmiel's senses are sharpened to such a fine point that his hearing can differentiate the minute shifting in sounds around him; his smell can sense even the faintest change in pheromones and is so sharp it can pinpoint a target blindly among any number of others; his sight is so acute that it rivals that of the proverbial hawk.
>>Racial skills: Having fallen from Heaven, nearly all of the angelic magicks Remmiel once possessed are lost to him. However, a few remain yet in his blood-
~Fast Healing- his angelic heritage affords him the ability to overcome and heal physical ailments;
~an extra-dimentional pocket at his back into which he can, with a thought, fold his wings when not in use.
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