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 Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 12:10 am
AVALANCHE ApplicantsFor all members who would like to become a member of Cloud Strife's AVALANCHE, you must fill out the following application. Note!This is not the same AVALANCHE that works with the Ravens! To apply there, you must visit the Cosmo Canyon sub-forum.This application has been adapted from Morgoth Brimstone.In appearance, if you have a picture, it MUST be put in URL form. The code is here: [url=http://www.example.com]Example[/url]
The link is merely an example...as it says.
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NAME:
AGE:
GENDER:
HEIGHT:
WEIGHT:
EYE COLOR:
HAIR COLOR:
APPEARANCE:
WEAPON:
MATERIA [See Materia thread for further information.]
LIMIT BREAKS [Insert your description here of up to Four Limit Breaks.]
HISTORY:
RP EXAMPLE: [Mandatory!]
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 10:54 am
Username: FireFoxxNT
Character's name: Kilik Vriegovm
Age: Unknown; Around her Mid-Thirties
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 154lbs.
Eye Color: Pale Pink
Complexion: Pale Golden Complexion
Race: Unknown; Appears Human
Gender: Female
Preference: Unknown
Appearance: Ms. Kilik Vriegovm and Kilik present day. [She looks like her mother. Also, hand-drawn by me! Do not steal/use the second picture without my permission!]
Personality: Quiet yet self-confident, calm and collected. She is a calculating figure that seeps quiet fury and danger subliminally, even in her calmest moods. However at times confusing with the way she talks, as she speaks to herself more than others, she nontheless is fair and has nothing against anyone without reason.
Weapons: Two long daggers of a foggy mineral similar to that of the white materia, emenating a soft white-green pulse that heals the wielder as it damages an enemy. (The daggers are named Twins.)
Special Abilities (Limit Breaks): *Meld - Alters polar fields of foe and various surrounding objects, crushing them together and more than likely fusing the two to one another, inflicting paralysis. *Roots - Slashing with either Twin, a draining energy tunnels into the foe, weakening them rapidly while healing the wielder.
Special Abilities (Powers): Transformation
Biography: Born and raised in one of the higher class homes within Midgar's wealthier areas atop the Plate, she was educated in the ways of business and the harnessing of the elements ever since birth. Her parents were distant even when sitting around the dining table with her, though they flaunted enough money to train her in the ways of a SOLDIER First, having received a disappointing rejection when they tried to enlist her in ShinRa's elitist force. Although her mastership of ShinRa's training was not kept secret and voiced to the company, still nothing came of it.
At the age of twenty she was already well beyond self-sufficient as the owner of one of the top stock companies in the world, working with ShinRa although being raised so distant her reputation was that she wasn't real. Her parents however were long dead, leaving her to run with the company as she saw fit, and in fact Kilik had almost doubled the fortunes of the company by the age of 23.
She lived in luxury, until the day a document was found, written by her parents. It expressed their dieing will was that their daughter would be donated as a lab specimen to the ShinRa company. Finding this to be true, Kilik was taken into the depths of the labs for many years, until the time she was one year from her thirtieth birthday. Seeing her as a failed experiment, she was left half-dead, dosed with the one thing she was seemingly allergic to, in the slums of Midgar.
RP sample: White sank into the thickness of something dark and putrid, slicing through the flesh of the sick, deer-resembling animal and raggedly severing the belly of the herbivorous thing. Surely the stench would attract other fiends in the forest to this kill, if the beatial creature feeding upon it had not been huge in size, feral in nature and mind, and equipt with such huge, devastating fangs. Perhaps in older ages it had been of the draconic races, but in this age of life, the creature was more equine in build, with long reddened hair that gave it a shaggy, huge appearance. But the fetlocks falling over the pink eyes did not allow the huge jaws to falter in their decisive, ravenous process of devouring the huge deer. The lower jaw jutted out far beyond the top one, and so the creature's neck was thick and strong, supported on a body that had four powerful legs and a long tail of hair that swept out for yards behind, leaving a trail of red in the snow. The thin chest and huge belly were also created to leverage the creature as it swooped down its chiselled head, taking up a large portion of the mangled prey and swallowing it whole, making such a mess as blood dribbled down the creature's chin and chest, along the thick fur that grew there.
Certainly... a beast such as she could never be allowed to feast amongst humans again. The urges every time she hungers and sees their placid forms walking here or there, are something she battles every day.
How could she ever take for herself a mate, when inside the monstrous fiend longs, needs to devour the flesh beneath, above, inside, around her. She hated with a passion the love of humans, their 'relationships' and whatnot, because she was denied such simplicity. And perhaps it was wrong of her, perhaps it was something she should not let enter her mind and continue to fight the oppressive thoughts, but.... Knowing how covetted she had been, and knowing now that no one would be able to take her whether she wished it or not, there was a hate that encompassed all of her... right there... in the blood dribbling down her beautiful face each time she fed. One solace, one sancutary was in the pleasure of her feasts. Just there.
Feed.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 5:31 pm
This User is No Longer a Part of This Guild. NAME: Frayar Esset
AGE: 20
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 190 lbs
EYE COLOR: Hazel
HAIR COLOR: Black
WEAPON: Axes
Limit Break - Midnight Rave - His adrenaline reaching its peak, Frayar 'enters the rave'. This boosts his muscles, pushing him to hit much harder and move faster. On top of this, it also give him a slow regenerative property. This affect only lasts for about one minute of RP time.
APPEARANCE: Though he has short, silky black hair, he keeps it hidden under a beanie, which pushes his ears downwards and away from his head. He has a full beard, the length of which is to his chest, in four separate braids, metal woven through out the black hair. His hazel eyes are half hidden under the beanie at most times, but are filled with an insight and always with some sort of rage. He has a very stocky build, very short, he appears almost unnaturally solid, packed with loads of muscle.
His attire changes somewhat frequently, though always involves atleast shorts and boots, as is his preference. His left ear holds four piercings on the cartildge to the tip, black and silver loops. He wears an assortment of rings on his fists, either silver, black or the combination there of. A massive chain hugs his throat, with just enough slack for him to flex his neck muscles.
HISTORY: Frayar was a sector 7 boy. He had to stop any education he was getting early to take care of his parents. They were both engineers for Shin-Ra, maintence workers for some reactors. Both were stricken with a rare disease related to working so close with Mako for too long. As Frayar would bluntly state it, Shin-Ra did d**k to help them, or the small family they had at home. Both of them lay bed ridden and sick.
Frayar was forced to go do whatever work he could. Eventually he landed a job in construction. He handled the tearing down part of the job with an incredible zeal. He'd work 12 hour days and come home to his dying parents and his little sister, whom had since learned to take care of the house in his absence and was slowly learning to cook properly. (His sister: Lia, 15.) In her spare time, Lia would find her way to the Church in the slums to play with the flowers, or admire them. Other than that, she was directed by Frayar to get a good education. The last time he saw her, she was a sweet little girl with black hair and their mother's bright blue eyes.
The pillar collapsed. It was by chance that neither of the siblings were home. Lia had just lingered at the church for longer than normal and Frayar found himself working for a solid grueling day. They came to meet at the flaming debris of their lives at the exact same time from opposite directions. He held his little sister and they weeped for a small time. It was then and there that he made his pacts in life.
1: He would ensure his sister's well-being.
2: Vengence.
RP EXAMPLE: The black haired boy stood at the gates of Midgar, little sister clinging desparately to him, a male and a female standing twenty yards away, holding eachother's hands and staring at their new daughter hugging her brother. Lia's eyes came to Frayar's pleadingly. "Please. Let me stay with you. You were doing alright! We've always been together! Frayar! Please!" She burried her face back into his chest, sobbing pathetically, hiding those blue eyes from him. "We're all we've got.. please..please.." She'd always learned that if you asked politely, said please, you'd get what you want.
He held her tight, his only solace was that he was doing the right thing. They were good people. They would be good parents to her. Raise her better than he could and give her more than he could. He stroked her back, comforting her. "It's alright, Lia.. This is only temporary." It was only by luck that his connection had found someone for her so quickly. She looked up at him, burrying her nose within his short black beard. It was just a little scratchy, but fully soft, she adored cuddling up with it. His hazel eyes met her blues and he smiled. "You've got mom's eyes.. we'll make them proud of us, okay? And when things get better here.. and you get old enough, we can be together again." He held the tears back and kept the pain and heartbreak from blending into his voice. "I need you to be good for them.. I'll mail you.. I have their address." His beard was soaked. He placed both of his hands on either side of her head, placing a firm kiss on her forehead. "I love you, fritterskitter. Take care."
She backed away from him, bawling, catching a last look at his face, her voice broken. "I love you too." She walked to her new parents. He turned and started walking back into Midgar, feeling his face. He was the one that soaked his beard.
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