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 Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 2:58 pm
You Have the Body....
.....time to spread some chaos
Such is the mindset of "demons" that have been released from their confinement. These restless souls have no solid form, and resort to taking over everyday objects to wreck havoc. Some people have an affinity for controlling these spirits, inside an object or out. Now these people are being asked to band together and subdue the demons and lock them away again before they cause too much harm. Will you aid in the fight?
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Character Name: Keahi "I.G. Nite" Okalani
Appearance: Messy dark coffee brown hair streaked with gold and hazel eyes that look yellow. Always in the same ratty jacket with a graphic t-shirt on and pants with rips in them. Wears a holster on his left hip for his spray paint cans with his street name on the strap that goes around his leg and a pair of safety goggles around his neck or head.
Personality: Completely over the top, brash, reckless with a quick temper, though he can settle down if the situation calls for a clear head. Has a severe problem with authority and is a certified pyromaniac
Mini-bio: The twisted product of a broken home, Keahi is wary of making friends since he moved around with his father a lot. After his mother left his father became drunk and abusive, so Keahi started staying away from home and found his passion in art, and vandalism as he uses walls and spray paint as his outlet
Abilities: After the release of the demons his two spray paint cans were possessed, one is now a flamethrower and the other a deadly poisonous gas
Other: His street and tagger name is I.G. Nite, a reference to his pyromania. He is of Hawaiian decent.
Character Name: Apep "Crad" Raziya
Appearance: Black hair in a constant state of bedhead, slanted black looking eyes. He wears a baggy graphic shirt and pants, both require little maintenance and skater shoes that he can slip on and off. He switches between two sweaters, one red, the other royal purple.
Personality: The very definition of emotionless, he is always calm, always calculating and the laziest man in the world. Also a very effective manipulator.
Mini-bio: Of Egyptian decent he's very mysterious about his home life, or lack thereof.
Abilities: Has a pair of possessed sweaters, Berith and Zepar, who are red and purple respectively. Each has their own set of abilities.
Other: Very lazy and slack and lets Berith and Zepar do all the work for him, fighting and in everyday life.
Character Name: Elijah "Diamondback" Aaronson
Appearance: Messy red hair that's constantly getting in his face and reaches his shoulders, tall with a slender physique. Wears dark jeans and whatever else he feels like. Has small diamond tattoos on his left middle finger
Personality: A very calm individual with a temper that hits like a striking snake. Often described as a coiled viper, waiting to be provoked to attack. Has an extensive knowledge of foods that can be mixed together to make poison and threatens to use it.
Mini-bio: An upcoming chef turned street preformer as a knife juggler to make ends meet. Takes hit commissions on the side. His only real passion is cooking because of his mother.
Abilities: Has a camera that can freeze you in place for a minute and a meat tenderizer that can leave it's spikes in your skin and absorb liquid from whatever it crushes, thus allowing Elijah to fill it with liquid poison.
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Character Name: Brandon York (Mask)
Appearance: (picture to be posted)
Personality: Friendly, laidback. When he's relaxed, he's calm, energetic, adventurous, and easy to get along with. When he's serious, he's a trash-talking king, but with the same corny jokes and bad sense of humor. A very 'go with the flow' type of guy. Naive.
Mini-bio: Born in a lovely house in the nice side of town, Mask was very different from most kids. Ever since he was born, he acted like a beast when it's backed into a corner, trying to tear at anything nearby, and unable to think clearly. His parents worried about him, but every doctor they talked to simply explained that it was some sort of mental disorder they'd never seen before, and they had no cure for it, and instead only suggested to give him mild sedatives every morning. Desperate for help, his parent took him to the dark side of town, where they found an old witch-doctor named Porillo. The witch-doctor gave them a mask to put on their child, and instantly, he was better. He warned them that if the mask was ever broken or taken off, Mask would return to his original state. Should this happen, they would need to talk to him again, and receive a new replacement. With their son wearing such a frightening mask, they moved to the bad side of town, where he would feel like less of a freak. Overtime, Mask became used to the harshness of the slums, and became very street-wise. Porillo died, but not before giving Mask six replacement masks, incase his current one broke.
Abilities: Mask can turn any inanimate object into a weapon with just a touch. However, the larger the object, as well as any added materials, the more energy he loses. Also, he can't decide what the weapon is, and he really sucks with long range weapons.
Other: He moved out of his parents' house as soon as he turned 18, happy to let them move back to the better side of town. He doesn't visit them often, but they're always there for him if he needs them.
Character Name: Illios Seville
Appearance: (picture to be posted)
Personality: He can convince most people of anything. Horrible with directions, so he's usually late to places. Not fast to trust people. Can be a coward if he feels his life is threatened. He thinks he has great social skills, though he actually has a mild fear of large crowds. Slacker, and captain of procrastination (failed grade 10 because of it). Smooth with the ladies, but not too great conversation-wise with most guys. Cocky, and quick to start fights. Very competitive
Mini-bio: Moved to the city from a small town, but he instantly conformed to the different environment. He met Mask in highschool, and started a fight with him. From then on, they were great friends, and spent most of their free time together. After failing grade 10, however, his parents decided they would move back to their home town. Illios lost contact with Mask, but moved back to the city on his own when he turned 19 (he's one year older than Mask).
Abilities: Incredible speed, wrestling abilties, fighting abilities, and general strength. He's a great fighter, though he can tire easily.
Other: Illios has a crippling fear of dolls. If he sees a doll, he freezes up, then tries to get away from it. If he sees a BUNCH of dolls, he can't move at all and goes into a state of shock.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:59 pm
Character Name: Brandon York (Mask)
Appearance: (picture to be posted)
Personality: Friendly, laidback. When he's relaxed, he's calm, energetic, adventurous, and easy to get along with. When he's serious, he's a trash-talking king, but with the same corny jokes and bad sense of humor. A very 'go with the flow' type of guy. Naive.
Mini-bio: Born in a lovely house in the nice side of town, Mask was very different from most kids. Ever since he was born, he acted like a beast when it's backed into a corner, trying to tear at anything nearby, and unable to think clearly. His parents worried about him, but every doctor they talked to simply explained that it was some sort of mental disorder they'd never seen before, and they had no cure for it, and instead only suggested to give him mild sedatives every morning. Desperate for help, his parent took him to the dark side of town, where they found an old witch-doctor named Porillo. The witch-doctor gave them a mask to put on their child, and instantly, he was better. He warned them that if the mask was ever broken or taken off, Mask would return to his original state. Should this happen, they would need to talk to him again, and receive a new replacement. With their son wearing such a frightening mask, they moved to the bad side of town, where he would feel like less of a freak. Overtime, Mask became used to the harshness of the slums, and became very street-wise. Porillo died, but not before giving Mask six replacement masks, incase his current one broke.
Abilities: Mask can turn any inanimate object into a weapon with just a touch. However, the larger the object, as well as any added materials, the more energy he loses. Also, he can't decide what the weapon is, and he really sucks with long range weapons.
Other: He moved out of his parents' house as soon as he turned 18, happy to let them move back to the better side of town. He doesn't visit them often, but they're always there for him if he needs them.
Character Name: Illios Seville
Appearance: (picture to be posted)
Personality: He can convince most people of anything. Horrible with directions, so he's usually late to places. Not fast to trust people. Can be a coward if he feels his life is threatened. He thinks he has great social skills, though he actually has a mild fear of large crowds. Slacker, and captain of procrastination (failed grade 10 because of it). Smooth with the ladies, but not too great conversation-wise with most guys. Cocky, and quick to start fights. Very competitive
Mini-bio: Moved to the city from a small town, but he instantly conformed to the different environment. He met Mask in highschool, and started a fight with him. From then on, they were great friends, and spent most of their free time together. After failing grade 10, however, his parents decided they would move back to their home town. Illios lost contact with Mask, but moved back to the city on his own when he turned 19 (he's one year older than Mask).
Abilities: Incredible speed, wrestling abilties, fighting abilities, and general strength. He's a great fighter, though he can tire easily.
Other: Illios has a crippling fear of dolls. If he sees a doll, he freezes up, then tries to get away from it. If he sees a BUNCH of dolls, he can't move at all and goes into a state of shock.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:28 pm
The night sky was lit up with the millions of city lights that choked and drowned out the stars that still tried in vain to shine their light on the sprawling city of Vancouver, British Columbia. In the dark back alleys three figures sprinted through the shadows.
"Are you sure the thing is supposed to be here!?" one of the figures shouted to the tallest.
"Yeah, it's supposed to show up around here somewhere. Aym hasn't been wrong yet." the tallest replied while the third remained silent. They all paused when they heard loud crashing and screaming.
"There it is!" the first figure whooped before taking off in the direction of the noise. They skidded around the corner and stopped to assess the situation and catch their breath.
"A vacuum? Seriously!?" the first figure cried as they watched people get chased around by a demonic looking vacuum cleaner.
"Let's deal with it." the third figure finally put in, holding his hand out so that the sleeve of his royal purple sweater shot out and snagged the cord of the vacuum, yanking it to an abrupt stop.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:39 pm
The view was beautiful from where he sat, a top a tall building out looking the city. The street lights and neon signs of the city shone brightly, heavy traffic along the more busy streets making their own streams of light as well. It was beautiful...granted that he could only see so much at once without turning his head as his eyes gazed through his demonic mask. Mask stood, standing on the edge of the building's roof. "Hmm, a lot of people awake tonight...what the...?" he stopped looking around when his eyes caught some sort of commotion below. "I knew it wouldn't stay peaceful for long." he exclaimed, somewhat excited. Spinning around, Mask skidded to the fire escape that he'd climbed up from. Wasting no time, he launched himself onto the railing, perfectly landing after sliding down on his heels.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 6:03 am
Character Name: Theodore "Ted" Reginald
Appearance: Male, 23 years old, black hair with a short ponytail at the back, and a few white streaks in his hair. Fair skin, slim body, black marking painted on the bridge of his nose, circling his left eye. Is normally seen wearing a black trilby with thin white stripes, a black trenchcoat, baggy white shirt, grey suspenders with black stripes, black trousers, grey loafers. Here's a quick, albeit bad, sketch (no colour, just the head): http://i54.tinypic.com/kedjfd.png
Personality: Cynical, deadpan snarker, sometimes gets frustrated easily, drinks whisky
Mini-bio: As a young boy, he was quite sheltered from the world, never knowing how bad people could be, despite the fact that he was raised by terrible parents. They never cared for him that much, and constantly coddled him. At the age of 10, his mother, whilst hastily getting ready for a party, ignored his request to attend the recital that he was performing at with his singing. She said she didn't even have enough time to drive him down to perform at the recital. And whilst he walked away dejected, a single tear streaming down his face, his father came into the room, telling him that he was being horrible to his mother, saying that he should've known she had another arrangement, so he couldn't be able to go. Out of anger, his father took him outside and started to beat him with a baseball bat. With their poor management of the house and their neglect towards him, the court decided to move Ted to a foster family. It was with this that he grew up with a bleak understanding of the world, and he desperately wanted to expose those who have been terrible to the world, which is why he decided to take a job as a private detective.
Abilities: He is incredible at singing. He can even charm people to the point of faint hypnotism with his voice. He barely talks about this though, especially as to how it fits in with his past.
Other: He's very undeveloped. I'm using this to develop him more. Plus, I know his backstory is horrendously cliche.Character Name: Acquanetta Azura-Henrietta
Appearance: Female, 19 years old. http://i54.tinypic.com/23uzup3.png
Personality: Quiet, withdrawn, socially awkward, kind, hard to figure out
Mini-bio: Acquanetta was a mute by birth. Her vocal chords were deformed so she is unable to speak. Due to this block, Acquanetta learnt sign language, but chose not to "speak" often. At age 5, she went to a fair and noticed small dolls. It was with this that she was motivated to become a doll maker, which she did. She made dolls for family friends and the people in her class. She would spend her time confined in her room. Everyone learnt to appreaciate her gift, but barely got the chance to appreciate her as a person. She also contained what she liked to call an "evil detector". What this meant was that she could see when people would try to hide bodies in rivers or dump toxic waste in secluded places. She would usually see these visions in the back of her mind, but was unable to say anything to anyone, which meant the murderers and trash dumpers would get off scot free. Some people would be caught, but she barely said anything about it. She had no time to care either. Whenever anything deadly or toxic would be dumped, it would cause her to feel ill. She would look more pale and her hair would thin and turn brown. The dolls would become affected too, and as she got more sick, no-one would ask dolls from her anymore. She does tend to recover, but it can only happen so many times before it gets worse.
Abilities: She is great at making dolls. She also has an evil detector (see mini-bio) but this doesn't grant her any real powers.
Other: She won't be making dolls that much in this.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 10:56 pm
Now the battle seemed intense as the third figure laid underneath the vacuum that was trying to get at his face, the sleeves of his sweater the only thing keeping the blades in place of the bristles off the one wearing it, who had his hands in his jean pockets and a bored expression on his face.
"Crad get your butt out of there!" yelled the first figure, holding out a spray paint can in front of himself as he slid his goggles over his eyes.
"Cool it pyro, I'll take this one." the second figure said, holding a camera out and snapping a quick photo, the battle freezing in place. He walked over and slid a meat tenderizer out of his belt loop, took a swing and knocked the vacuum backwards a ways. Time resumed as the one on the ground was pushed to his feet by the moving sweater. The one with the camera darted forward and smashed a dent in the vacuum, which made a whining noise and tried to retreat down the street.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 11:22 pm
Mask dashed down the street, not really caring what kind of looks people were giving him, due to the fact that he was already looked at oddly for wearing his mask. He made it to where a strange sound was coming from, though it was hard to make out through city noise. Stopping where he stood, he saw what looked like a vacuum cleaner coming towards him. "Woah...out of control vacuum cleaners. That sucks." he joked walking forward closer to it so see what the big deal about it was.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 12:24 am
"Oi! Look out! Run!" hollered the boy with the spray paint can, running forward and depressing the nozzle of his paint and shooting out a jet of flame that reversed the vacuum and sent it shooting back the other way.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 1:09 am
"Wooooah! What kind of paint is that?" Mask exclaimed when he saw fire spewing from the strange-looking boy's spray paint can. He noticed that the guy must've been prepared to do this, because otherwise he wouldn't be wearing goggles. "Need a hand?" he asked, kicking a discarded 'BIG GULP' cup up from off of the street and catching it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 1:32 am
"Uh, a flammable one? I don't know, is there anything you can help us with? OI! WATCH IT!" the boy yelled as a spike imbedded itself in the ground near his foot.
"Then get over here and help you lazy-!" the tallest male was cut off when the vacuum whipped it's cord out and tripped him, only stopped from dicing him up by the sweater of the last boy.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 2:32 am
"I'll give it a try." Mask said. He looked at the cup in his hand, wondering what it would turn into, then tossed it in the air. When he caught it, a ripple of red light fanned out of it, and it had changed shape. The cup had formed into a handle of some sort, bend inward in the middle, and the straw of the cup pointed up from the top in two prongs, acting as an centering point to aim. The lid of the cup had flattened completely, grown to twice its size, and its edges were sharp. "Dangit! Stupid ranged weapons!" he said, aiming at the vacuum monster even through his frustration. "Hands and feet away from the vacuum. I'm not too good at this!" he squeezed the trigger, sending the lid as a spinning disc at the vacuum.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 2:43 am
The shot flew straight and true toward the vacuum, but struck where the sweater held onto it and sliced clean through the sleeve. The boy, Crad, let out a gasp of pain and collapsed backwards, sweater letting out a keening screech as he held onto his wrist.
"Crad! Oh, God, watch where you aim that thing!" the boy with the goggles yelped as he rushed over to snag the severed piece of sleeve and dart out of the reach of the vacuum. He knelt down by the boy on the ground and offered the scrap of cloth, spraying jets of flame out to keep the vacuum at bay.
"Get in closer!" the figure with the camera yelled, snapping another picture and causing the vacuum to freeze.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 3:00 am
Mask cringed, feeling like a show-off that just landed flat on his face. He held the trigger up, and the cup lid flew back on top of it as he ran to get closer. "Sorry man! My aim's kind of off." he apologized as he prepared a second shot. This time he concentrated a lot harder on the vacuum, keeping it in his focus through the eye-holes of his mask. He took a second shot, hoping it did its job this time.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 3:08 am
The man with the meat tenderizer waited until the lid struck and sliced through the vacuum before he swung with his weapon and landed a blow to the things "head" just as it regained it's movement, stunning the thing and making it let out a whimper as the spikes from the tenderizer stayed where they struck and new ones were impaled in another section of it's head. "We have to absolutely trash it, salt it and burn it." he called as he swung again and again, more and more pieces falling to the pavement as he did.
On the ground the boy with the goggles snorted as he watched the sweater meld itself back together, one strand of fabric at a time. "Yeah, the burning's my job."
"Pyro." the man with the wannabe hammer said casually.
"The one and only."
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 3:14 am
Mask caught the blade when it spun back over to its trigger, then he stood in awe for a moment. "Yeeesh, salt it and burn it? Who are you people, exorcists? Shaman? Witch-doctors? Nuts?" he started to walk closer. He didn't figure they were very dangerous, and he couldn't really treat them like they were weird; as he wasn't 'normal' himself, but he couldn't help but be curious and a little weirded out.
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