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 Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 11:12 am
Too keep up with the current change of active members and developing characters, i ask that we fill out the profile form Once more for the new year. The old thread will be deleted on 1-21-07, ensuring you guys a whole ten days from today. With so many members, it can sometimes be tough to remember other members' backgrounds. Or maybe you've forgotten something about your character. This is the place for it all. Please Everybody fill out a Character profile immediatly!
and Save your comments for the Character Development and Discussion Thread!That's what it's there for, after all surprised [quote="Appearance"]
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 11:17 am
Updated for Roan's return to 'normalacy' and Vengeance promotion... and the new thread xd
Basic Stats:
Name: Roan DeSeer
Age: Appears 21, actually 251
Hair: Blood red, short, thin plait down spine
Eyes: Left eye blue, right eye red, can change at times
Skin: Extremely pale, varying to death-esque gray when exhausted.
Build: Slender and athletic
Weight: 8 stone (due to atrophied internal organs)
Height: 5ft 8"
Measurements: Size 10 - 12 clothing, bust 34D.
Unique: Bears scars all over he rbody, two on her face, a cross on her chest, hidden beneath the large tattoo of a tribal phoenix. Bears Camarilla, Brujah and DeSeer logos on her arms and a tribal dragon, Ridenth, on her back.
Details:
Roan DeSeer: Cainite. Born daughter of French nobility living in southern England during the 100 years war, Roan spent her human life driven by the need to succeed her father, Baron DeSeer's, title without the cumberance of an idiotic french noble for a husband. Hated by her mother and bearing werewolf blood without her knowledge, Roan was highly desired by the werewolf tribes of the area NOT for her werewolf status as she was unable to change, but for the fact the gene was in her blood. If a brother should be hers before she hit 21, she would no longer inherit, One week before her 21st birthday... that very event occured, driving Roan mad with rage. Her lover of the time, a man masquerading as Marcus Brusaille then revealed his own sinister relation to matters by conforming he was a cainite -a vampire - merely interested in gaining power from Roan's name and lands. With that now gone, Marcus, real name Leon, killed Roan and gave her Caine's curse for his troubles (though his true and hidden agenda would eventually be revealed several centuries later).
Swearing vengeance on all who had wronged her, the young DeSeer tracked down and killed both her English and French reatives and trekked across Europe in search of any were creature and her illusive Sire, Leon.
Stalking Finland, the developing Cainite took great pleasure in killing a tribe of werwolves worshipping a strange being and sword. With the swords own help she slaughtered the blades previous weilder and took up the Daemon blade Ferago for the first time.
Driven to further madness by the blade, Roan tracked down and killed Leon, then her mission of vengeance over, wandered slowly back to England, then later to America to take an active role in the Anarch Wars. Now working for the Camarilla, Roan is totally bonded with the Daemon within Ferago, the two having reached a unique bond of respect for each other in the last 550 years. Roan also carries demon of insanity and madness, Rayth, with her from England, and the aeons old pre-creation entities Legion of whom she constantly fears losing her mind forever.
In the recent months since her sudden departue from the island, Roan has handed teh general control of her clan to her son and heir, Corbin DeSeer whilse she herself has joined teh ranks of her Sire's masters, the elusive Syndicate, as an active member in the ongoing Jyhad. With her only mission 'seek and destroy', Roan, now Syn Vengeance, pursues her goals incessantly and without pause, her fearsome skills and indominatble spirit and pride keeping her well within the realm of all that is dark and vile.
Take-Mikazuchi - Daemon God of Thunder and the Storm. Take was created at the dawn of the First Cycle when all evil was expelled from the second plane, Celestia. In an effort to purge the 'heaven' mankind would aspire to, the gods each united to purge their evil into one Daemon God to every two gods. Take is the result of a union between Queen of gods Izanami and benign lord Aji-Suki-Taka-Hi-Kone. After his birth, Take joined his brothers in a killing spree across Earth plane and as the second Eldest brother soon earned his place as General of all the armies under the Daemon leader Amatsu. Originally blessed with a grain of good, Take was eventually punished for this by his elder brother Amatsu-Mikaboshi who sodomised the weaker Daemon and tore his demonic wing from him. Enraged, Take broke free, passing the grain into Amatsu as he replaced his old wing with a new one of improbability, the universe itself reflected in the dark light the wing consists of. Fighting alongside his six brethren in a battle against humans purging the plains, Take as all his siblings was captured into one of the seven lengendary blades of Ho-Masubi weilded by warrior Ferago. The blades were named after their wielders and sealed... for eternity save for one flaw. The blades may be weilded by anyone descended fomr the correct warriors blood lines. The blade Ferago was unearthed fairly early from its resting place and weilded by many of Ferago's blood line, up until Roan DeSeer who has broken the pattern by retaining the balde for half a millenia... and bonding with the Daemon himself.
Rayth: Demon of two orders lower than the Daemons, Rayth reports to and works under Daemon Lord O-kuni-Nushi. Both insane and intelligent all at once, it is said Rayth will NEVER harm any being who knows his true name. Bonded as most demons were when the Daemons fell, Rayth's true body lies with a ruby attached to Ferago's hilt and serves Roan and Take as they both know his true name and provide him with the ability to manifest. Rayth is able to break into any mana lines, specialising in Dragon and Wyrm lines and finds all minds accessible to his insane wit.
Legion: A 'creature' made up of thousands. Legion exists consanguinously with the Creator who now lies fragmented between the Celetsian and Human species. Legion however respresents the dark sides of creation, a creture with no respect for boundaries or dimensions, capable of splitting its selfs and minds to infinite degrees. Unwittingly called into Roan as a gateway when she assembled enough power to touch the book of Celestia, Legion does not have a personal goal enough to take over its comparitively weak host and instead seems to have fun working WITH it. Especially Void and Azazel, most 'human' of all Legions entities.
Rake: Due to an over abundance of souls taken in by Ferago during the war with Hell against the DeSeer's in person (for some reason Hades took exception to Roan making moves on his son...), Take found itself being forced free from its prison. Having bonded with Roan and knowing the time is not yet right for ANY Daemon to be freed, the two made a pact. In exchange for sacrificing her body to the blade, Roan would become an extension of the prison. Becoming a joint personna, Roan's body was half consumed by metal of the huge blade Ferago. Things got worse however when Roan's second childe Azrael killed a shade of her provided by Hades and accidentally severed her soul into a thousand hell butterfdly's, scattered across the world. With no soul, Roan's presence severly faded from her body, leaving Take with only a bonded sense of memories and self - a true hybrid of Daemon and Cainite, Take and Roan. Hence it was dubbed Rake and now pursues some hidden agenda to do with the seven sealed swords. - Rake is no more thansk to reuinting of Roan's soul through the Syndicates machinations and abuse of her son, Corbin. Restored to her original self and with Take once more bound within his blade, Rake has been completely erased as Roan ascended to take the rank Syn Vengeance.
Appearance (narrative): Roan is about 5ft 8, and clearly feamle in outline, though the hard lines of war and scars she has accumlated over the years do not enhance her femininity in any way whatsoever. She habitually wears skin tight red trousers and large new rock boots plated with metal and her left arm is constantly graced by a metal gauntlet in which sits a blue orb, gifted to her by an old friend. When in her official capacity as Syn Vengence, Roan wears a blue uniform, emblazoned with her totem animal, the Phoenix. Her eyes are mismatched colours, the left usually blue, the right usually red but both are subject to change. Her hair is vibrant red, short but with one long tail down its back in a plait. Her pointed ears are fairly prominent, each pierced several times with ear cuffs and chains in them. She bears two prominent scars on her face, one through the center of her eyes and over her nose, one over her left eye itself, though the eye functions perfectly. She also has a large cross shaped scar on her chest from Azrael's abortive attempt to kill her with his own Daemon blade, Isoda. Her entire left side is dominated by Hebrew text which appears as if it were tattoos. On her lower back, she bears a tattoo of Ridenth, a hell wyrm, and her arms bear her personal logo and that of her sect. Dominating her chest, a large phoenix rests with outstretched wings rising over her breasts, tail curving down to her belly button. Her totem animal, this Phoenix is capable of becoming physical and animate and when it does so, is the manifestation of her fourth son, Dagoth, in his true nature.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 11:36 am
 Appearance Name: Aonice Mitsoku Age: 19 Hair: Jet Black, mid back length, rather fluffy, and usually tied up behind her head with her steel plated head band. Eyes: Royal, Deep Blue. Skin: Fair, bright, Japense toned. Build: Softly Athletic, yet a bit more defined from her knees down. Weight: 156 Height: 4'9" Measurements: 32" D, 26" Waist, 52" hips. Unique: Her pear shape is quite obvious, yet beneath a soft, tender layer lies thick, toned muscle, so watch out! Aonice also has a small jewel attached to her chest wrapped in Kanji. Miscellaneous Personality:Wild, Sexy, Teaser, Fighter Lover, Gamer, Driver. History: Aonice left the Island at the Age of 4 to become a Samurai. She trained hard every day, only for her master to be assaulted and killed by a group of Ninja hired by an Opposing clan. Aonice did what she could to defend, but being so young, she did very little. She was left tossed aside on the road as the dojo burned behind her, dazed, confused, and mostly KO'd, and was later taken in by a group of travelers. These travelers just so happened to be Ninjas themselves, and thusly. She spent the rest of her years studying furiously at a small hidden academy, excelling in weapons training and taijutsu. Her skills in Genjutsu weren't as developed as some other students, so she was forced to stick to basic ninjutsu and mainly hand to hand. She left her class at the age of 12 returning to the guild only to find out her mother had dissapeared hurricane. She Wasn't mature enough to inherit the guild just yet, so it fell into the hands of Pheonix Soul, and Aonice ended up living all on her own in a small city in hopes of learning how to support herself. There she protected random innocents from the likes of those who couldn't control there abilities, tempers, or simply felt like harming others. She became a skilled Guardian and quickly became a mercenary in the town, protecting certain types for money which she used to live off of, thusly gaining much skill in warding off beasts such as Lycan, Vampires, and the smaller demons. She moved back to the Island 4 years later, and at 16 she was decided mature enough to take control of the guild. Since then She's been keeping the place spotless and fun filled for her small yet loved community doing her best to protect it... Hobbies: Taking care of her belongings, Training, Playing Guitar, and of course, she tends to be one of the more 'playful' members. Likes: Aonice is a very curious being, and tends to follow around more mysterious figures. She takes interest in more things than she should, and tends to be a bit mischievous about it. She enjoys feeling small, and loves hanging around much larger people. Not to mention her sexual tastes are quite open, and she'll fall for almost any being who's unrealistically endowed. Dislikes: Aonice can't stand people that are full of them selves, and feels the need to put them in their place. She tends to enjoy wandering eyes, yet can get easily annoyed by men or women who think they can just up and touch her without a hint of romance. Pickup Lines tend to be a turn off as well. Special Abilities: Her legs are incredibly strong and powerful. She skilled with martial arts, especially in hand to hand combat and with a katana. She has recently gained the ability to mold her chakra thanks to the small jewel embedded on her chest, and is training in different Genjutsu techniques. She is also vastly known for her incredible speed on the island, some finding her speed alone a reason to consider the small girl 'inhuman'.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 4:36 pm
Appearance Name: Quint Blitzbane Age: 18 Hair: Short, spiky and brown. Currently in short connected braids, stopping before the bottom of his neck. Eyes: Hazel Skin: Brown Build: Small, but well defined. Weight: 165 Height: 6' Unique: Polymorphic wings on his back, thanks to Morrigan. Miscellaneous Personality: Less of one that'll think before acting, but sometimes slows down to breathe. Most times takes things too seriously, but then he under-compensates by not caring enough. Finding a nice mix is most times difficult for him: It feels like there's a second voice.. Hobbies: Games of all kinds, swimming, fighting, alchemy, quotes and proverbs that stick with one's soul. Example: -"People can't ignore it when looking at someone they fear...there are two actions one can take. Bow down to the source of that fear, or get rid of the fear by getting rid of the fear's source. Likes: Reading, women, close range weaponry. Dislikes: Guns, people who look down on others for dressing 'bad'. Special Abilities: Equipped with some of Morrigan's wings, he can do some things his succubus friend can; Fly, make spears, swords, axes and the like, create shields, and even make the bats act on their own to attack an opponent. Currently Quint is a graduate of Alchemy laws and techniques, which allows him to manipulate the pure elements around him to preform a plethora of skills, including changing the weather. With the strange changes he had been through in the past few weeks, Quint had changed his whole philosophy on fighting, now using a mix of his Elemental manipulation with a bit of martial arts. He feels this type of fighting is somehow more physical, which to him would make each encounter different and memorable. History Son of the late Stephen Blitzbane, a high ranking demon and Sara Blitzbane-Windshear, a goregous woman, Quint is a half-breed. Taught in basic sword play from his father, and compassion and kindness from his mother, Quint was also a halfling in what he thought. Battle and killing would always be a part of his life, but there was also time for friends and love. Living in a town called Tresanar, the town filled with backstabbers and whores, a child Quint was taught about ways on the streets, who to trust, and who to avoid. This was key to living in this town, as there were no real law, and a lot of people killed without regard to age, sex, or creed. At only 13 years of age, Quint watched in horror as his father was killed, trying to protect Sara in a brutal contest between Stephan and an assassin. The assialant won only in the fact of his father's death, but it was not because of the man's blade. Using a skill called 'Soul Release', Stephan was able to rout the male, it however, costing his own life. Sara understood his sacrifice, vowing to never let another take someone dear to her. Therein, she trained Quint in everything his father wouldn't; Magic, Alchemy, and even Bending, a mix of skills that matched usage of martial arts and elemental magic. Sixteen. Everything changed for him at this age, a neighboring country vieing to take over. Enlisted into the army, Quint left his home, then taught by drill instructors about proper use of a firearm, knives, and all sorts of other tools to kill. He was disheartened by this, but knew that his actions would be saving his mother and sister at home. Many new found friends parished during the conflict, Quint finding new resolve in each loss. It was here on the battlefield that he found a strength within, sometimes only armed with himself and a pistol for protection. A year later, the war ended. It was a little while before Quint got his pension, a heafty sum that was given for his bravery in the faces of danger and death. Returning home, he found his sister long gone, and his mother in a broken state. She welcomed him fondly, but quickly turned upon hearing of Quint's decision to leave. Quitn then trained with everyone who would teach, from Aikido masters, to Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu teachers, taking in more information by the day. They saw him as a respectful, smart student who used his own knowledge to create his style. He found that being a nomad was fun, but there was a need for a place to call his. Later that year, Quint heard whispers of a place far off of Gambino's that had many different warriors and women. More was said about the women. Packing his things, Quint set off. However, he found that there was no ferry that would head to this island of paradise. Just about to turn around, he was told by another that the swim wasn't too bad, if you knew how. Feeling he was an avid swimmer, Quint placed his belongings in an air tight bag, paddled out, and swam the half mile to Purunrun Island.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 11:08 am
Appearance  Name: Silver (thanks to Onee-chan) Age: 19 Hair: white w/ black bangs Eyes: Hazel Skin: fair and a little furry Build: lean, borderline frail Weight: ( Opt.) 115lbs Height: 5'1 Measurements: ( F.) Unique: Silver bell given to him by a good person. Does not talk but is not mute. Has a tail and furry ears. Currently: he is the cutest thing to have ever hit the island. Miscellaneous Personality: adorable, submissive, lovable, protective, loyal, clean, fun History: ( Opt.) A young orphaned stray without a name or a history. He merely grew up alone and desolate, not knowing who his parents were or traces of his lineage. Constantly fighting for survival on the streets he became complacent in the world around him. He has been taken in by many but most were all very mean and nasty to him until they decided to kick him out of their homes. He came across a few nice girls (the gender of which he submits his will the most to, especially those who are "abundant" in the upper region) who did show him kindness and proved that their were nice people in this world but they could not keep him for his tendency to be a bit over-protective (he castrated one of their boyfriends under suspicion of him beating her). The last one gave him the bell he wears around his neck. He was caught recently while out on the streets but did not behave well in the pound from where he was sent to. He was constantly fighting with the other inmates as well as the guards. They were ready to exterminate him until a rich, and spoiled, girl spotted him while her family was out to buy her another pet. He was taken in to her home where he was put through immeasurable pain and horror as not a single day went by that he wished he was back in his cell awaiting blissful euthanasia. Eventually, the girl and her family had to leave their summer home and head back to their more elaborate mansion in Europe. But, he could not be sent home with her. So he was placed aboard a jetplane and be shipped over there. Well as his luck would have it, the jet flew into some turbulence which rocked its cargo, and him, out onto a mysterious island below. Good thing he was a cat and had a few lives to spare. Shaken and stirred, he now walks this strange and beautiful island wondering if there are people here. And if they would ever take him in. Hobbies: ( Opt.) He likes to eat and sleep like anyother cat. Staring into space is one of his best. Batting around a ball is always entertaining. And cuddling on the couch with his owner is heaven to him. Likes: ( Opt.) girls, big-chested girls (because they make for good cuddling), fish, birds, toys (any of them), nice people, cuddling, snuggling, nuzzling Dislikes: ( Opt.) Mean people, guys, dogs, prisons, sex and anything resembling sex Special Abilities: ( Opt.) Super agility and speed (possibly the fastest on the island) and can read body movements to predict the person's next action. Acute sense of smell, taste, touch, sight, and hearing. He has now been endowed with an ancient magic that grants him the powers of six gods and demi-gods. Possibly more but we'll have to wait and see.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 11:04 am
 Appearance Name: Valen Sky Age: 19 Hair: Black with many red highlights towards the back Eyes: Various shades of red Skin: Not too pale Build: Semi-muscular, but buff when fully flexing. Weight: 158 lbs. Height: 5'9" Unique: Valen has an extendable tongue, and like stated before, his eye color changes to various shades of red. Miscellaneous Personality: Valen's personality kind of depends on his mood. If he is hyped up, then he is more animated. He is usually rude to people, and he loves to take advantage of others. A sneaky devil he is...there isn't much to say besides the fact that he is simply a bad person to leave your kids around. History: (Will be up shortly...) Hobbies: One thing that the man enjoys doing is collecting valueable gems, even if he has to steal them. Likes: Valen likes eating fried chicken, powerful women, martial arts, and torturing his victims. He also enjoys swimming, rubbing on things, and beating up stuff. Let's not forget to mention moans, screams, popcicles and ice cream. Dislikes: The main things that irritate him are annoying people, little boys, women in too much clothing, and women who talk too much. Special Abilities: Valen is able to strecth out any part of his body, and on most nights nights, the young man's vampire bloodline will fully activate.. He also knows the basics to the art of ninjutsu.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 12:48 pm
Appearance Name: Reinn Age: 26 Hair: Dark red. His hair goes down to his shoulders and in the front some of his hair has been braided. He also has a light coat of facial hair. Eyes: Blue Skin: His skin is slightly tanned. Build: He has a strong build, which would be expected from a culture of warriors. Weight: ( Opt.) Height: 6'0" Measurements: ( F.) Unique: He has a multitude of scars on his body. He also has a set of runes tatooed on his upper arm.  Miscellaneous Personality: Reinn is from a place that takes alot from the culture of vikings, so some of his behavior would be expected. He has a love for battle. He eagerly awaits a death on the battle field so the Valkyrie may take him to the halls of Valhalla. He is generally a fun loving fellow and very rarely finds reasons for disagreement. When he does have a dissagreement with someone it could go as far as violence, mainly depending on what happened. History: ( Opt.) Hobbies: ( Opt.) Likes: ( Opt.) Dislikes: ( Opt.) Special Abilities: ( Opt.) Reinn seems to have an ability to consume as much mead or ale as he would like with very little consequences as a result. He was trained in the arts of combat since he was strong enough to carry a weapon, his expertise in those areas pertains around blades and a gun on occasion.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 11:34 pm
 Name: Logan Draconia Age: Appears 20. Real age is a mystery. Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue (red when posessed by the thirst for battle) Skin: Average white skin tone Build: Muscular and agile. Weight: 220lbs Height: 5'11" Unique: Dispite the time era, Logan tends to wear fantasy-like clothes, usually medieval style. He has no idea why, but he feels most comfortable in them. Personality: Extremely kind-hearted for the most part. However, when the call of battle is heard...he changes. It's almost as if he becomes a whole different person. After it's finished, he can't ever explain what came over him and usually apologises if the opponent isn't dead. No one can seem to understand his behavior. Is he really a nice guy at heart, or is there more to him? History: Logan was once a Demi-God of amazing power. He was a heartless being with no compassion for anyone. Men, women, children, animals, everything was meaningless and would kill them if he thought they even dressed wrong. He was literally the ruler of the world. His fighting skills and magical abilities were unmatched. However, he was challenged one day by a priest who had been training all his life in the art of white magic in order to end Logan's hold upon the world and end his life. The fight ended in Logan's victory, but his head was smashed by falling debris, completely warping his memory. When he came to, all he saw was a destroyed castle and the body of a priest near him. He was completely confused. His body was covered in blood. Grasping his head and screaming in pain and confusion, a worm hole was formed by his mental abilities and he was sent to this world. Unaware of who he was and what he has been doing, he wandered this land as a complete mental-case. He hoped to find answers, but none were ever found. He gave up on trying to remember and decided to start his life anew. Everything seemed so different to him in this world. What were electronics? What is TV? What are video games? What are cars? Just where is he? And why does everyone dress so differently than him? Over the years, he had learned all the basics of this new life of his, but something inside of him is pounding at his brain, trying to have him remember something he had once forgotten. Until then, he wants to enjoy this new life of his. And for some reason, he really doesn't want to remember his past or why he has such abilities. Hobbies: After learning what video games were, he's been completely addicted by them. He plays them all the time in his spare time. Likes: Marian, Video games, animals, and just about everything he used to hate as his evil self. Dislikes: Fighting. Everytime he fights, something causes him to gradullay lose control of himself and someone ends up getting hurt. However, sometimes, for some reason, he thirsts for competition. Special Abilities: Logan is a Demi-God but he is far from immortal. The only true god-like ability he has is eternal life, so he can never die from age, nor does he ever look a day over 20. However, he still has some amazing abilities that only gods of powerful magic could have. His magic is based on the elements Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Thunder, Ice, Time, and Life. Thunder and Ice are his two favorites, giving him the powerful magic spells Silver Strike, a powerful Ice attack, and Thunder Flash, his trump card spell. Of course, he has all the basic attacks as well. His biggest weakness is poison. Any attack that uses poison against him really hurts him. His blood pumps faster than normal humans, so the poison would spread a lot faster. He carries antidotes with him wherever he goes and will use his life magic as a last resort to cure and heal himself. He uses a sword and martial arts for melee style attacks, but can use magic to supercharge his attack and defensive abilities as well as speed and stamina. He is also able to use the wind ability to levitate and fly for a short time. For long distances, he sprouts wings. Originally, they were completely black. But now, he has one white and one black as if to signify the internal struggle he has between his evil self of the past and his good self of the present.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 2:51 pm
Name: Rioushu
Age: 21
Hair: Rio's hair is nothing unique for an anime character, brown, spiky, and medium length, he doesn't bother to make a futile attempt at bringing it down, it's been the sames style and length as long as Rio can remember.
Eyes: Rio's eyes are a darker shade of blood red.
Skin: Due to his nine years on the island, Rio's skin is now a nice tan, though not that dark though.
Build: A very muscular, but lean build.
Weight: 325 lbs
Height: 6'10"
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Unique: An odd and completely involuntary ability to attract cats and rabbits. When talking about wild animals, even the shyest of the two species seem to approach him without fear, this ability may extend to other animals, and to humanoids with animal traits, he just hasn't noticed...
Personality: Rioushu seemingly feels nothing as far as physical and emotional pain go. Unlike most ninjas, who simply hide their emotions, Rio's weary and bleak life slowly but surely drained him of the ability to feel anything, but for some reason he has an extremely strong sense of justice...
History: Rioushu was born like a lot of other people. A mother, his father, of the Rock family, and a sibling. The only differences were that he and his brother have red eyes and his parents have brown eyes, and the second being he was born in a ninja village. His parents disappeared while he was a baby, and his brother went off from the village to the mist village, a fact he hasn't bothered to find out about, so his childhood was mostly spent on his own, striving to be a ninja. In reality, his parents were traitors to the village but Rio neither knew nor would he care if he found out. However, it would've explained the villager's fear and hatred of him. His insanely tough training regime started as soon as he had this ambition, which helped him as he entered the ninja academy. He graduated at the age of 6, an extremely occurunce. In fact, some were so unnerved by his improvement that it was decided be a few that he could not be allowed to continue. Rio went through what were supposed to be suicidal missions, yet he returned mission after mission, still alive. It was during this time in his life that he decided what it was he wanted to do for the village, and later, the world. He had seen enough 'heroes' who wear their emotions on their shoulders and speak of friendship and kindness, and then falter when it came to the difficult choices, between the lives friends and nameless strangers for instance. He decided that he didn't want to be a hero, he wanted to be a protector, someone who didn't let his emotions get in the way of what was right, what was fair. After he had graduated, he spent the rest of his childhood training in the way of the ninja, and in fighting, and gathered many scars on his body, mostly on his chest and back, but a particularly noticeable one on his face, somehow going diagonally across it, though nobody seemed to notice or care. Over the years, he became extremely skilled at fighting, but having never had any social interaction with others who weren't trying to kill him, he had become very mistrustful. When he was eleven however, he finally became a Chuunin, and shortly after left the village to complete dangerous missions and hone his skills. A year later, Rioushu was training around a mysterious forest, his mission done for the day, when he felt a very powerful source of murderous intent. He felt it coming towards him, but could not see it and couldn't stop it from ramming into his body, and it sent him through the trees in the forest. When he woke up, he was surprised to see he had no injuries. Another day that same year, he had stumbled upon a temple he was supposed to inspect for a mission. He entered the temple and avoided all of the traps set off, others already being used by the looks of them. When he reached the end, he saw a magnificent sword much larger then himself, but found it was easy to carry when he grasped it's hilt. He also felt his scars burn and drain him of a large chunk of power he previously had, the sword taking it for itself. However he felt a new strength, and unstoppable fighting spirit that could not be restrained, though, however when the demon was in control, he could not get serious when he battled, and it wasn't something he could control well. He called the sword Fengshen, and built a sheathe for it as he set off again. He continued training on his travels, then decided to go to sea to train as he recieved a mission to inspect a certain island. Having no naval experience, he easily got lost at sea, wandering and jumping onto any ships he found. On one of the boat he had heard of, he heard a rumor of an island of 'gifted girls.' Not being very socially adept, he assumed gifted in battle, so soon after, he took his own path to the island. As he headed for the island, he got caught in a fierce hurricane and was knocked out and off his boat. When he awoke, he found himself on the beach of the island he was heading for. However, to this day, he hasn't gotten rid of the unwelcome visitor inhabiting his body, and only seems to be becoming dark and more mysterious in most of his time alone.
Hobbies: Keeping to himself, collecting odd types of weapons.
Likes: Food, games, espeically card games.
Dislikes: Constant interaction with others.
Special Abilities: Basically, Rio is an assualt weapon, having only trained to fight during most of his life, nothing else. He knows submission holds, Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, a lot of Taijutsu, and some Kinjutsu, and his weapon, which he has destroyed recently. His swordplay, while has nothing magical about it, exceeds all of his other skills combined.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 4:39 pm
Appearance Name: Oz Mitsu Age: 19 Hair: Light brown Eyes: Pale blue Skin: Fair Build: Average Weight: 120 lbs Height: 5'9 Unique: Full-blooded Vampire
Miscellaneous Personality: Quiet, easily excited Likes: Breasts, books, and intelligence Dislikes: Self-righteous people, daylight, and strawberry ice cream. Special Abilities: Enhanced senses and reflexes, Telekinesis, and Telepathy.
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 8:35 am
Name: Dagoth DeSeer
Age: 455
Apparent Age 25
Race: Unknown. Dagoth recently evolved so he's unsure on what he "is"
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Evil/Neutral
Hair: Crimson Red
Eyes: Crimson and Purple clockwise spiral to center of his eye.
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 12 st. He has a slender body!
Skin Tone: Pale white.
Unique: Dagoth has one vertical scar across his chest, located just above his nipples streching across both pecs. He has scared onto his entire back the DeSeer logo, one of the many pains he went through during his embrace. He has two tribal phoenix tattoos on his hips the beaks stopping just on his stomach. The tails strech down to his knees, on his lower half of his left leg he has a solid black skull with the words "The Blackskull Pirates never die" underneath. He has to peircings, the right side of his lip and another through his tongue.
Details: Dagoth came to gaia after serval years of self imposed isolation. This was due to him leaving the Blacksull pirates 5 years earlier, he wandered around fighting, earning a wage bounty hunting till one day he followed a mark to the Tavern beyond heaven and hell.
Where one roan deseer took a sadistic intrest in him, Roan was able to do something that noone else had get under Dagoths skin from that moment it didnt take long for the two of them to begin fighting. Thus Dagoth recevied the first lost in a century, he was devistated everything he had learrned still ment he was from being in his mind 'strong' from then on his soul reason for living was to beat her.
He trained his body and mind to the point of breaking, often going far beyond everyones expectations. However this sudden reappearence gained the attentions of a few groups that had more than a dislike for him. This period in his life is never spoken about the only person who truley knopws what happened is roan. He owed his life to her and she offered him the chance to finally grow beyond his normal potential. Without a second thought he agreed and became the fourth sire of Roan, reborn as Dagoth DeSeer he quickly began getting revenge on those that had done him wrong. He encountered a shinigami, dagoth was still fresh unknowing about the beast within him. After a prolonged fight between the two the feral nature of his cainite blood took over. During his frenzy the balde of this unknown shinigami periced his chest hitting his heart. However this allowed dagoth to get into close range, draining the blood and soul of this shinigami Dagoth become one adding their amazing abilites with his own.
Relatives: Roan, Corbin, Az and Zach DeSeer. Also his biological sister and her children
Hobbies: Dagoth is obsessive over swords and anyother marshal weapons. His often crafts his own.
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 2:48 pm
Name: Gunyo
Age: looks 17 is really around 30ies
Hair: brown and curly
Eyes: brown
Skin: caucasian
Build: rounded....huggable
Weight: 40kg
Hight:3ft 3 (hobbit)
Unique: gunyo the huggable hobbit!
Personality: shy to some people, but mostly outgoing and friendly.likes to eat and wander around. as he is from a world with out much technology, he is abosolutely fasinated by things such as video games. intensly optomistic. cna get very emabressed
History: trying to escape a very-overbearing heartge and family, gunyo goes wandering in the gaian world to meet new people.
Hobbies: eating, wandering, reading, talking (too much) meeting new people!
Likes: food, trees, friendly people, video games,
Dislikes: mean spirited people. people who waste food
Special Abilities: being a hobbit, he has a natural perception filter, meaning people wont see him unless they are looking for him or its obvious hes there. his hardened feet let him walk very quietly. seems to have a large share of luck (subjective). good with animals. extreamly nimble for someone his size. can sense emotions/ auras of people to an extent. has advanced hearing and sense of smell. a natural resistance to dark magic and all around evil.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 9:59 am
Appearance Name: Gatz Age: Impossible Old (Appears 20 most the time) Hair: Dirty-blonde Eyes: Orange Skin: Darkly-tanned Build: Average Weight: 170 lbs. Height: 5' 10" Measurements: ... 10" xd Unique: Smiles a lot for no reason; amorphous form, due to his largely non-physical nature; wields a weapon called the Titanium Umbrella, a Japanese style umbrella forged of a nearly indestructible metallic material, heavily laced with Gatz's chi; owns a weapon called a Reaver Stick, which he keeps in storage, also heavily laced with chi ((I sketched the pic on my own some time ago. Try not to be too harsh... ^^;; ))  Miscellaneous Personality: Pervy; Mischievous and Fun-loving; a bit Crazy; a Realistic-Optimist; Insightful; Empathetic; can be bit annoying or prone to snapping at times, but is really a good guy at heart... more or less, anyways History: Eons ago, Gatz was an main avatar for the primordial force of Chaos. His consciousness was ousted from the position when he fell in love with an angel (Bleu Kat) and refused to renounce his feelings for her. Being "fired" should have completely killed his sense of self and splattered stripped his energies from one end of reality to the other, but somehow he survived... albeit, he was still stripped of a large portion of his former powers. As a result of his survival, however, he now lives a semi-doomed existence in which he fated to go through a similar soul sundering process when the universe finally ends/resets itself. In an effort to avoid this doom, Gatz has been gradually 'converting' his energies from chaos into chi in an effort to change his very nature. His hope is that this will allow him to pass peacefully into the afterlife without having his very being ripped to shreds. The process is difficult and his progress is very gradual, though, so it's already taken him many millennia to get as far as he has. To occupy his time he pokes fun at people and carries on with various humorous and/or perverted antics. Other than "dying peacefully" his biggest concern is watching over Bleu's wellbeing, out of regard of their ancient bond. He allows her free reign, but becomes very protective of her when she is threatened. On the surface Gatz is a shallow, relatively harmless pervert with a wacky sense of humor, but he's actually much deeper than he ever lets on. Hobbies: Perviness, reading hentai, reading manga, watching hentai, watching anime, girl watching, etc., and entertaining himself Likes: Likes: Girls, food, girls, fun people, girls, being entertained, GIRLS... Dislikes: Mean people, a complete lack of girls, Yaoi (which he pretty much views as the same thing as "a complete lack of girls"), being bored Special Abilities: Chaos; Girl-sense/radar; Ninja and Thieving abilities developed for pervy activities; Controlling Chi; Martial Artist/Kung Fu Master; he's also knowledgable on a number of subjects, but dragging it out of him can be a real pain
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