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This is the Apocalypse.
Wars between humans, demons, and other have begun to destroy the lands we live on.
Entities run rampant, leaving havoc in their wake. Death is common, and sanity is rare.
Tread with us carefully less you find yourself missing a vital piece of your anatomy.
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Obsidian Asher « Result #2 on Dec 16, 2009, 7:57pm »
Name: Obsidian Asher Gender: Male Age: 1576 (Looks 21)
Height: 5’ 9” Weight: 168lbs
Hometown: Loner/Traveler
Hair: Extremely long, down to his lower back; always pulled into a low ponytail. White, when in direct sunlight, dark crimson streaks appear. Eyes: Deep purple, white swirl. Slight marble effect.
Species: Vampire
Profession: Hunter
Clothes: His shirt is black. No collar. Sleeves are short, and it fits to his body. Pants are long, black, and semi-loose; held up by a black tied sash. He wears black sandals. Accessories: He usually is found to wear a black cloak, with a hood. It’s always open. An onyx tear shaped pendent is seen around his neck.
History: Born Balthazar Derider, in a run down, abandoned shack many years ago, he was given up by his parents; left there for dead. A few days went by until some vampires found him. The vampires, one female the other a male, took the child in. Naming him Obsidian Asher. They saw this as a chance to raise a family. A child of their own. Raising a human baby could’ve easy, if they had not been hunted by vampire hunters. It caused them to move a lot. When Obsidian was seven, they finally explained everything to him. The only thing they left untouched was the family that had left him behind to rot. They told him when he became of an appropriate age, they would transform him. It would’ve been fourteen years until that was to become. A few years after, his vampire parents were captured by the hunters and tortured for information on other vampires. Obsidian learned of the whereabouts his parents were taken and set off to rescue them. When arrived, he found his dear mother’s blood splattered across the walls and floors. Her body, torn into pieces and scattered throughout the room His father was no where to be seen, only a scorched area surrounded by ashes remained. This angered Obsidian. Finding his mothers head in a far corner, still attached to the neck, he took the onyx pendent around her throat and clasped it on his own neck. He sat in the floor and took a nearby machete and sliced his skin on his fore arm open. A blood promise to avenge his parents by killing any ruthless human who would prey on vampires of any age. Ever since then, he has searched and kept a look out for vile humans. Picking them off one-by-one and he would never stop until he was dead; or there were no more humans.
Personality: Quiet, calm, and ruthless towards humans. Carefree, laid back, and compassionate towards fellow vampires. Demons, he couldn’t care less what they did. If they dare hurt a vampire, he would make them pay in ten times more horrendous than what they had done to the vampire.
Abilities: Sense at an all-time high. Speed. Hand-to-hand combat.
Weapons: He carries the machete that decapitated his mother.
Extras: His number one fear is seeing someone go through the same fate as his parents.
Quick Rp: The dust, swept up in the wind, trailed across the pathway. The sky grew dark and the temperature dropped drastically. Obsidian breathed in long, white breaths. His purple eyes stared down the dusty road at the old abandoned house. His parents were in there. He took off at a dead run, his cloak flitting behind him.
Slamming his entire body weight against the door, it flew open and into the far wall. There, his mothers blood everywhere. Running from ceiling to floor boards. A trail of the crimson liquid trickled towards his sandal. He balled his hands into fists and saw the head of his mother in a corner.
Where was his father? Obsidian searcher frantically around the room for any sign of his beloved dad. Nothing. Nothing but the smell of burned flesh. Ashes, stirred by the wind let into the house by him, strayed across the floor.
“Damn.” He quietly cried. As though speaking louder would disturb his parents massacred sleep. Tears escaped his marble orbs and he stalked over to his mother’s decapitated head. Bending down, he undid the necklace around her neck. An onyx tear drop on a silver chain.
Placing it around his neck, he picked up a nearby machete. No doubted used to slice his mother to her death. He brought the blade to his arm and sliced his skin. It cut open and a dark red liquid seeped through the parted skin.
“I promise, by my own flesh and blood, I’ll avenge your deaths.”
He slid the giant knife into his belt, it being held there like a katans. An hour or so he stayed in that house. Bandaging his wound, obsidian closed the door to the house from the outside. This is where his search began. He would soon be fighting different humans and vampire slayers. He would start with the ones who killed his parents.
Species: Ningen / Human Hometown: Formerly: Kusagakure no Sato / Kusa no Kuni (Hidden Grass Village / Land of Grass) || Currently: Asupice, Andalia Profession: "I kill people and sneak around for a living. Takin' up jobs from the higher-ups." Shinob--- Freelance Assassin and myrmidon.
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Physical Appearance: Unfortunately for Shusui, the gift of height and great strength is something that alluded him in his genetic make-up. Now, that’s not to say that he’s really weak or short, but instead he’d be pretty much average in those categories. Again, unfortunately…in the world of shinobi, average doesn’t go too far. His medium-sized and lean frame does have its pluses however, and those advantages are the gifts of speed and stamina. Slightly toned and taut muscles allow Shusui his quick bursts of movement and the honing of that very frame over time allows Shusui to keep a fight going for longer than many of his opponents. Or rather, his frame has forced him to have to keep a fight going for longer. As mentioned before, Shusui doesn’t have that power to finish fights convincingly and quickly.
Moving on to other parts of Shusui’s physical appearance, the male’s sun-kissed tan skin is courtesy of Kusagakure sub-tropic climate. He has dark-chocolate colored hair, which is long enough for him to tie into a ponytail at upper-back level. His eyes are a dark shade of turquoise just like his mother’s, while his eyes shape appears narrowed and oval-like, similar to an almond shape as well. Shusui's face shape is more angular than round like his female members of the family and he a slightly defined jaw line.
Clothing and Accessories: Gone are the old fixings of shinobi gear that the shinobi wore when he was back home, replaced with the adornments matching those of the people who he is forced to fit in with. Tunics, cloaks and such are now commonplace in Shusui's wardrobe, though he continues to hide his oddly (in this area) shaped eyes via his Henge no Jutsu (Transformation Technique).
He still keeps all of his shinobi weaponry... things like smoke bombs, daggers (kunai) and shuriken, though he now creates makeshift versions them himself to keep himself armed. It is not something apparent when searching him, however. It is not uncommon to see the male with a mask on his face to hide his identity during missions and times were he needs to keep a low profile.
His prized hitai ate is kept snuggly around his waist, fashioned into something like a belt. It is unique, but something that isn't questioned nearly as much.
Personality: Shusui is a very easy going person, maybe even to the point where one could call him annoying. He has a good heart though, and is a liberal person. Shusui can be seen sometimes as a very finicky person, simply because of his personality. He becomes deeply engrossed with something of interest, before coming bored with it and abandoning it altogether. He is very outgoing and cares a lot about his fellow Kusagakure shinobi and citizens. He loves lounging around, whether it is by himself, or with others. He loves to train and fight, preferring that second only to his love of lounging around. To him life is a game which must always be full of fresh moves and continuous entertainment, free of monotonous labor and routine.
Even as a child, Shusui was, and still can be found constantly “drifting off”, in the middle of someone addressing him (though he’ll deny this, because in truth he does not need to be actively listening to hear what another is saying.), which has gotten him into many bad situations, though mostly with teachers and ex-girlfriends. He loves the unusual and novel aspects of life, though he sometimes sees them as having a different meaning than others.
He also loves when different events happen and hates the mundane, which causes him to go back to his own thoughts to keep himself occupied. Boredom among nothing else, is his most hated enemy. He simply hates being bored. That in and of itself, as well as the feeling of being “tied down” are the reasons why he did average in school. He found the simple lectures and the fact that they were pretty much restricted to desks to be completely abhorrent.
Oddly enough, Shusui is a pretty introspective person. When not occupied with other things, he can be one that will just sit back and just think. Reflect on some things. He also developed a love for pshychology. More specifically how a person thinks and how that determines how they act and what they say. He loves to pick out different "tells" from others and find out what they're thinking. He also loves to try to manipulate people into what he wants them to do, whether maleviolently or not.
However, the (former?) shinobi is finding it really hard to fit in this new place with all new surroundings and things that he is not used to. Gone is the world of Kage, shinobi and culture that he was used to, replaced with something absolutely unfamiliar. Currently he is operating on a low profile, but still maintains his regular demeanor abeit a little more quietly.
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Abilities: - Taijutsu - Ahou no Ojike (Physical Art - Fool's Bane) || Basically, this physical style allows him to pick out weaknesses in form and attack, counter and attack pressure points on a target's body to shut them down.
- Shurikenjutsu (Throwing Weapon Arts) || Accurate with weapon useage, and able to get the most out of his weapons. Mostly thrown.
- Ninjutsu - Guuton (Ninja Arts - Grass Style) || Techniques that create and use various ninja skills. The ability to walk on walls and water, to teleport and more are enabled here. For the later, growth, usage and manipulation of all things flora or fauna-based are what this explains.
- Genjutsu (Illusionary Arts) || A variation of Ninjutsu, usage of the shinobi or kunoichi's energy (chakra) to weave fallacies around the targets mind. Things like creating clones, forcing them to believe things are there that are not are among things possible with this skill.
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Weapons: - Kunai || Small daggers that are able to be thrown and used in hand to hand.
- Shuriken || Throwing ninja stars. Projectiles.
- Smoke Bombs || Little "bombs" that release smoke when they hit the ground. Useful for distractions.
- Flash Bangs || Also small bombs that burst open with obnoxiously bright flashes of light. Great for distractions.
- Explosive Notes || Strips of paper with kanji (symbols) and chakra interwoven to have explode. Can be used as a standalone or with string on projectiles.
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History: It was seventeen years ago that I was born. Nothing too special, just another product of a pair of people that felt the need to have a kid. Completely ignoring the face that we live in a village of deadly ninja, they wanted to raise me in a good place. I'd say they did a damn good job, too.
My parents. Dunno' if you've heard of them or not. Their names are Kiyomizu Ryushi and Sayoko, respectively. Good people, I'd tell you. Well, not all the time.. But, that's to be expected right? No one's good all the time. But, I tell you what. You don't wanna' cross my mother though. She has a pretty nasty streak if you mess with her too much. Nevermind that she stopped her shinobi training after Chuunin rank, that woman can go batshit.
Now, the old man... Oh right, that's my name for my father Ryushi. He doesn't like it much I know, but he's had to get used to it. Heh. Well, he's really nothing special. Not even a ninja. I sometimes wonder how the hell that he and my mother had paired up. Not saying that I dislike the old man or anything. It's just hard to imagine how a kunoichi could fall in love with a normal man. But, whatever.
I have three younger siblings, all brats. Nijika, Atsui, and Nagato are their names. Niji is fifteen years old and people say that she looks like an overly-feminine version of me. I personally wouldn't say that, but whatever. She's really cool, too. I try to talk to her when I'm not too busy. She decided not to attend the Shinobi academy though, she loves her books, that girl.
Atsui and Nagato just happen to be twins. They're also eleven-years-old and they're bad as hell. Oh man, you should see the type of shit that they get into. You wouldn't believe! But, yeah. They're not identical twins though. Nagato got our mother's looks while the rest of us got dad's. So, instead of the brown hair and green eyes that we have, his hair is brown and he has this murky grey color to his eyes. It's so weird when he gets mad. It's like they swirl around like clouds from a thunderstorm.
But enough about them. This Bio is about me. Like I said before, I was born on May 22nd. that would make me a Gemini as well. On that same note, did you know that there are certain personality traits that come with that sign? Well, that's what Ma' said to me before. Supposedly we're very "airy" people. Like, we're restless and full of energy..or something like that. Very intellectual and full of questions and the like. That we don't like the mundane and repetitive things in our world. Hell, I'd say she nailed that about right.
She also told me that when I was younger, all I would do was ask questions. 'Why does that do that?' 'Who is that?' 'What happened to that?' It used to drive them nuts. Oh, and they said I used to wander alot. Without any real place in mind. I think it was just to escape how boring things were.
"Lemme tell you a story that my parents told me. Well, I was like six-years-old right...and my parents had taken me and Nijika around with them when they went out shopping with some friends and stuff. Well, it turns out that I had slipped off without them knowing. But, seriously... How could you have missed the warmth of a human hand switched with the fuzziness of a stuffed bunny? That was just inattentiveness on their part.
Moving on... Well, they eventually found that I was not with them and that I'd slipped away. I really don't remember it that well... I mean, I was six and all. But, somehow I had made it from the village's shopping district all the way over to the Wine Goddess' shrine temple and was "rescued" by a kunoichi that had happened to pass by.
To wrap up the story neatly, she brought me back to my parents and we eventually became friends with the woman. It's hazy, but I do remember flying through the air. I loved that feeling... Shoot, I think that feeling kinda' jumpstarted my drive to be a ninja.
For the next few years, things had been pretty much the same. I was running around and getting into stuff and all that. I was still asking all kind of questions to just about anyone that I could find to answer me. You know. Same ol', same ol'. Well, until I was about ten.
Ah, that's when shit hit the fan. Well, figuratively of course. When I was ten, I told my mom that I wanted to be enrolled in the Shinobi Academy. I think she fainted as soon as I told her, too. Seriously, it wasn't that big of a deal. I mean, sure. I usually didn't finish what I started...but I really wanted to do this! You can't fault me for that. For the next few weeks Ma' and Pop tried so hard to change my mind about it. I told 'em every time. "I wanna' be a shinobi." Eventually, they caved.
So, after a few more weeks (Had to wait for the new term to start.) I was formally enrolled in Kusa's Shinobi Academy. I liked it at first, I really did. It was fun and the teachers were very infomative when I asked them stuff. It was pretty hard, though having Ma' as a former Shinobi did help me a bit.
Then something changed. I honestly don't know what it was, really. After my uncle and aunt died on missions and my grandfather died, the atmosphere just kind of changed. My parents seemed to be irritated all the time. They would snap at me almost every time that I asked the something and they were pretty mean otherwise too. It didn't help that my peers didn't really like me much either. They thought I was stupid because I asked so many questions and I got mediocre grades. The material just wasn't interesting anymore. So, I just asked questions just to pass time.
That all stopped the next year, though. I just got tired of dealing with all the backlash of my questioning. I had just wanted to know what was going on. In any case, I just stopped asking questions. I'd silently absorb what people were saying and just process it on my own. It wasn't worth the trouble of getting bitched at for asking a simple question anymore.
So, I just mellowed out. I didn't let stuff bother me as much on the outside. Didn't ask too many questions about it. Though, I did analyze it while on the outside keeping a mask of indifference and boredom. Which was in turn covered by laziness. Heh.
I did find a sort of purpose though. I found that I love messing with people's minds. I don't exactly mean it like that, though. I found that I was very interested in how people thought as well as how that determined how they acted. Pshychology is very interesting, you know? It's kinda' fun to pick out what people mean in how they act. Though, it's best if you can have them act naturally. Makes it easier.
Oh! I did find that I had an affinity for genjutsu, too. I like the premise of that. Not only can I determine what a person is thinking, feeling, seeing, or acting, I can also manipulate it. That's pretty damn cool, if I say so myself. Throw a taijutsu style that allows me to literally pick apart my foe and you have one hell of a combination! It doen't even take too much of an effort either.
After breezing past that Genin graduation test I was assigned to at team. Now, going agaisnt normal protocol we had one male and two females on the team instead of the opposite. Yeah, and a female Jounin instructor. You could almost smell the estrogen, I mean shit. You ever been on a team with them all having periods at the same time?
All jokes aside, they were cool. The two kunoichi were cool. Names were Nagasumi Mayuki and Tsukimiya Haruka with the Jounin's name being Tamayaki Ritsuka. Haruka was a pretty advanced ninjutsu user. She was great with her Mokuton jutsu, while Mayuki's speed was just demonic with her sword. I forgot what kind of technique it was now...uh the Sleeping Blue Dragon Iajutsu, I think it was...
Now our Jounin on the other hand, oh man. She was just kick-assery in the purest form. I made the mistake of thinking that she wasn't that strong when we all sparred with her the first time. She pounded My azz into the dirt so hard, I'm still not sure that all of the bruises and stuff are gone. She didn't even use Ninjutsu either. Just whooped all of our asses with pure Taijutsu. We were no match at all...until we(I) learned to work together. Then it got a bit better.
Over the next few years we would complete our fair shares or missions. I'd say we had one of the best completion percentages that Kusagakure has ever seen. We passed the Chuunin exam our first time, too. But, Haruka got poisoned pretty bad during the second stage by a Suna-nin. It took quite a while to get her back up to fighting condition. I'm really surprised that we all made it. I heard that usually doesn't happen, but then again I'm not really surprised since there were a record number of Chuunin that were named that day. 'Gain, it was probably a fluke that we made it.
Since then, the four of us split. Ritsuka-sensei took another batch of genin students. Mayuki went on to private tutor for her sword style and I think I heard that Haruka got pregnant by a fellow Chuunin and had to go off-duty for a while. As for me, I'm just doing the same stuff. Taking missions for Kusagakure and trying to better my skills.
...Nothing too special.
Until that day came. I was on a mission with my senpai, Toshimi and we were hunting down this strange kid. He was so ridiculously strong and he performed this even stranger technique... I don't know what it was in particular, but I do remember waking up in a forest here.
I met an even stranger girl and we fought before I eventually left her and started libing here in Andalia. For the most part, I've hidden my skill and status as a foreigner in this strange place... and after almost a year, I've adjusted to how this place works, gotten some contacts and things... so now I am confident that I can move as I wish and I will start looking for clues to why I came here and how I can go back home.
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Quick RP: "Man, I wonder what I feel like doing today?"
Shusui was wandering around the Stadium area in barely concealed excitement. This was his favorite time of year! There were hundreds of people out and about, with tons of colorful decorations that were streamed across building tops and vending carts. Sake was flowing freely, the people were happy and there was so much to do!
But, the real experience of the Fest would have to wait for him. Earlier that morning, a letter came to his window that stated that he had to do some patrol of Training Ground One that was right next the the stadium. There were supposed to be two to three people that would take over the first watch of the ground with him. The letter didn't really say who and he really hoped that the people would be at least simi-interesting to be around with.
It wasn't really a bad thing, persay. It just wasting time by enjoying the games and stuff that were there and checking to see if everything was running smoothly. He just didn't want to stay in the same area the entire time. He'd just have to dupe one of the people with him to take over his shift for a second, hehe.
It wouldn't be -that- hard. He'd done it before.
While he had been wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn't realise that he had already gotten to the designated area. He blinked a few times to clear his thoughts, as he made his way over to a bench that was set up. Sitting down casually, he played his arms across the back of the wooden seat. Now, it was just time to meet his partners for his patrol. He couldn't help but think though...
'What'll my partners be like?' (300, words on the dot.)
My Characters: - [Princess Lazuli Veterni] - [Carrion Rogue] - [Red Cobras] In three words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on.
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Lurinia Fellworth « Result #5 on Dec 7, 2009, 8:27pm »
I know that I said I probably wouldn't bring her into this... but without her Leon simply isn't complete. So here she is.
Name: Lurinia Fellworth (Luri to her friends)
Gender: Female
Age: 178
Height: 5'9"
Hometown: N/A (Can't be pronounced by normal tongues)
Hair: deep sea-blue
Eyes: Greenish-blue
Species: Mermaid
Profession: Seijyu Celestial Meister
Clothes: Tight-fitting light blue silk suit that works like a second skin.
Accessories: A leather and silver choker around her neck with gill-like markings which enables her to breathe air for long periods of time. Also a large golden band around her right wrist with an Urn capped by a sapphire.
History: Her past had a fairly normal beginning, born to her underwater world and raised by two loving parents, Lurinia had no real complaints. At least til she turn 10 years old.
On her tenth birthday a band of traveling carnival folk came by demanding to collect on a great deal of money that was owed them by Lurinia's parents. When the Ringmaster of the carnival discovered the parents couldn't pay it he took Lurinia instead and called the debt settled. Lurinia was now the property of the carnival.
Life in the Carnival wasn't really bad for Lurinia, she was fed the needed three times a day, she only had to perform once any given stop (considering she was now the main attraction), but they did have to keep her a large bowl of salt-water, considering her limited time in the air.But as good as life in the Carnival was, Lurinia still wished to return home.
Over the next couple years Lurinia practiced going without water to breathe, and found that her absolute limit was three days. Unfortunately with this discovery came the Ringmaster's attention as she was caught unconscious and out of her bowl. The Ringmaster then produced a strange leather choker with silver engravings of water and put around Lurinia's neck. Afterwards they immediately rushed her back to her bowl of water.
When Lurinia regained consciousness the Ringmaster was waiting, he explained about the choker which would allow her to breathe air indefinitely. He also said that they had just picked up a stray child about her own age, a young boy. The Ringmaster was putting her in charge of finding a way to work the boy into the show. The boy was Leon Carnav.
Lurinia saw her chance, if she could now breathe air without a known time limit, she could convince the boy to make a distraction and then flee. So she took Leon aside and told him parts of her story, just enough to possibly gain his sympathy. His reaction though surprised her. Laying nearby was a large steel prop-sword of a claymore, far too large for either of them to lift, yet Leon did, and immediately rushed out and killed the Ringmaster, which broke the blade in the process.
It was then that Lurinia knew, she was no leader, no planner, so she and Leon escaped together, deep into the nearby woods. Once they were far enough in that pursuit seemed unlikely she halted and asked Leon about his past, she was tired anyways and this seemed like a chance to get to know this mysterious boy who had just killed a full-grown man with a weapon that he should not have been able to lift, let alone use. Now she discovered that his parents had recently been killed at the hands of a were-lion, and he had been left to bleed to death.
Lurinia heard water not far away and went to bathe, forgetting to tell Leon. a few minutes after she entered the water she saw him on the banks, staring at her in a trance. She had no choice but to tell him the rest of her story and swear him to secrecy.
A few days later, while they were traveling through the forest, they had camped for the night beside a small stream. Leon was working on sharpening the broken blade of the claymore he had kept when he suddenly looked up at the moon. A beautiful full moon. Unfortunately when Lurinia next looked at him she saw a man-like lion sitting in Leon's place. This scared her, naturally, as were-lions were unpredictable creatures. Fortunately it seemed Leon was fully in control of his were-lion form, for in order to calm her down he resorted to the expedient of transforming into a full lion and laying his head in her lap and pretending to sleep.
In the morning it was Leon's turn to swear Lurinia to secrecy, he wanted no one to know about his were-lion state. They decided at that point to stick tog ether, no matter what. And for fifty or so years that is what they did, though neither of them grew past the age of 25.
Then one day they met a strange man. Impossibly tall, and built like a a tank they learned the man's name was Sven Avatarae.
Of course they had heard of him, everyone in the monster's underground had heard of this man. The Legendary Phoenix Avatar, last of the Seijyu, and a man who couldn't help but meddle. He offered to train them in the use of their "Gifts" as he called them.
Naturally they were shocked. They had spent so much time protecting their secrets and this man knew everything about them. Sven assured them that he only knew because his eyes allowed him to see into their souls.
Leon and Lurinia discussed the current situation, should they agree? Should they decline? In the end they accepted. What more cold they do? This was really an extremely high honor to be chosen by Sven.
The two spent the next century being drilled in harsh climates and demanding terrains, becoming sharper, faster, and much stronger. At the end Sven presented them with each with three items: a pendant, a ring, and a weapon (As this is about Lurinia I will now describe hers as you can find Leon's in his own profile).
Lurinia's pendant was attached to her choker, a silver hawk, which enabled her choker to function permanently, she would only need to enter water if she truly wished to do so.The ring was actually a gold bracelet that fit around her right wrist, and it had an urn on it that was capped by a single sapphire. This Bracelet performed the same function as Leon's Ring, but it was for the Aquarius Constellation's armor (to be described at a later date).
The weapon she was given was a trident. A tad cliche perhaps, but the shaft was of gold embossed orihalcon, and the three-pronged head was of a strange metal that shone blue.
Sven proclaimed them both Celestial Meisters. Their job: protect the innocent masses, and deliver justice.
Lurinia Fellworth of Aquarius Constellation, and Leon Carnav of Leo Constellation were unleashed upon an unsuspecting world.
Personality: Quiet, peaceful and and kind. She rarely speaks ill of someone and is fully in love with Leon.
Abilities: Enhanced speed. ability to breathe water, can see into the ultraviolet spectrum, and impossible dexterity. Also can transform herself back and forth between mermaid and human forms.
Weapon(s): One trident, with the ability to control large numbers of sea creatures (ANY sea creatures). Very similar in power to Poseidon's.
Any Extras: N/A
Quick RP: She stood on a low hill beside an impossibly large man. Her sea-colored gaze was upon him at all times, she didn't care why they were here, she only cared that they were together. More than a century ago this man had captured her heart, but never had she spoken of it.
"I need to do this alone, Lurinia. This is my closure to the past." Lurinia just nodded and stepped back, far out of the way. Sighing as she did. Leon never noticed how her attention was always on him.
Now she watched as he drew his massive sword, and activated his Ring's power to summon the Leo Armor. In the blink of an eye there stood a tall and powerful warrior in full armor. Then she noticed he has also transformed into his manlike were-lion form.
'He's gotten serious. But then this is to close his past and leave it behind him. Maybe then I can tell him I feel.' She thought as she watched. Lurinia had no doubt that Leon would be the victor in this battle. The being before him was the source of his nightmares since he was a child, Gorlac.
Gorlac, the were-lion who had bitten Leon and gave him the power of transformation. The one who had ruined Leon's life, and had sent him on his way to vengeance.
Lurinia silently blessed the man, for without him she would never have met Leon, and would never have had the courage to run away from that damnable carnival. Oh she had tried, but she knew that at the time she hadn't had the will. It had taken Leon to get her moving, it had taken Leon to show her that everything would be alright.
Leon was her world, and she watched as he declared the formal charges to Gorlac. Then watched as Leon split the man with a single stroke of that massive blade. She ran to Leon then, embraced him. Accepted the tears he shed for the settling of his past.
'I'll tell him at some other time,' she thought as she held Leon, now returned to his normal human form, his armor dismissed. This was when he was hers alone, for only she was ever allowed to his tears.
My Characters: - [Princess Lazuli Veterni] - [Carrion Rogue] - [Red Cobras] In three words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on.
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Toni An Cholainn/ Luz Mo Anam Cara « Result #7 on Dec 6, 2009, 6:37pm »
"The streets are dark, my pulse is flat-lined as I'm running to you You sit completely unaware of what I'm about to do The air is thick with tension much like when we are together My fangs are aching as I'm pondering about you and I forever." The Spill Canvas - This is For Keeps
Character's Identity:
Toni An Cholainn Luz Mo Anam Cara
Pronouciation:
Toe-knee Un Cho-lay-n Lose Mo Un-nam Car-a
Gender:
Female Male
Ages:
20 20
City:
Koriban Koriban
Hair:
Short and choppy. Thin thickets of hair whip freely about, the rest just passes her ears. Light brown with slight tint red. Dark, a near black. Falls to the shoulders - messy with no particular style.
Luz wears ratted clothing to show his submissive and lower rank to the An Cholainn's. Colours vary from tan to brown in the layered rags, mostly torn and shredded at the ends. He goes without shoes, or any extra accessories.
Extras:
Toni wears a black band around her face to hide her missing eyes. She does have dark wings, able to give her flight for short distances. Luz's skin is a hue of deep indigo, digits are of two large appendages on both hands and feet.
History of Species:
During the Millennium War, An Cholainn’s were bred for soldiers, between Demons and Mortals of Spirituality, producing offspring of angelic creatures. These creatures, however, were born with a separate and crucial part of them in another physical creature. These creatures are their Souls.
The Souls (properly called Mo Anam Caras – for short-hand, Anamas) feel all the physical damage the An Cholainn’s receive, while the An Cholainn’s feel nothing. Therefore, Anamas are seen as weaker creatures, and treated as such.
The child Toni An Cholainn was birthed on regular circumstances into the An Cholainn race. As each child was raised, training began promptly, in lieu of education.
Toni, with her Anamas Luz, fled the city when each were sixteen. Shame was brought upon them both during a skirmish between Toni's older Cholainn sister, Char, and Luz. When Char accused Luz of victimizing her in order to disguise her abusive affair, Toni repremanded Char, defending the Anamas.
This "traitorism" brought harsh punishment, and Toni's eyes were removed. Through angst and anger, she and her Anamas left.
Personalities:
Toni differs from most An Cholainn's. Although ruthless to her Anamas, she shows extreme protection and dependency upon him. With glib and superficial charm, grandiose self-worth, lack of remorse or guilt, she is a perfect soldier. She is unable to hold her tongue, and rather conning. She acts with promiscuous and sexual behaviour; takes great pride at discussing sexual exploits or conquests.
Luz exhibites little emotion, showing complete obedience towards Toni. Quiet and pessimistic, he is seen as a tool to guide Toni due to her lack of sight.
She was knelt before the crowd, her father to her right. Sister stood with manipulative eyes into those of her own. Which were large and round, pulsing as she awaited with anxiety.
The small blue creature hid behind the throbbing audiance, he could see, perfectly, past them at the petite person kneeled over with their neck crained back.
"Disgraceful, terrorism, vile,"
The words were chanted about, but her ears kept close. She merely waited, it wouldn't be long now.
Two dark eyes scanned upwards. She grimaced. The sky was its usual dark self, with thunderous clouds overhead. A perfect day for punishment.
The blue creature diligentaly moved closer, he wanted to see her before the sentencing would happen. He knew, she would be fine, but have to live with the consequences of blindness, however, it was he who would be in the pain she was being inflicted.
It was their punishment, for traitorism, for false accusations. But they both suffered.
The woman dropped her head, eyes peered into the crowd once more. An Cholainns and Mo Anam Caras all enclosed around her.
A blue face pushed to flank the woman's father. She saw it, the overwhelming guilt that reflected into his eyes.
She allowed the lids to fall. There would be no need for them, anymore.
She would never blink, never cry, never see the young Anamas eyes again.
And the blackness that took over as she closed her eyes became the permanent entity - the final thing she'd ever see.
Carrion Rogue « Result #9 on Nov 22, 2009, 4:05am »
Name: Real name unknown. Renamed himself Carrion Rogue.
Nickname: Lazuli refers to him as Carrion.
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown. Appears to be in his early (human) 20s.
Hometown: Cyuvari
Hair: Black with red-brown undertones. Straight and long, falls to about mid-chest. On his missions, he pulls it back into a low ponytail (or Lazuli braids it if there is time.) Otherwise it's worn down.
Eyes: Russet. More brown than red.
Species: Hunter demon. Rare breed.
Profession: Royal tracker/hunter/silencer
Clothes: He has a tendency toward black robes with tan or gold accents or just generally loose clothing in the darker colors. (This would look bad if not for the fact that he has a light brown complection.) But when “hunting,” he normally dons fitted pants and a long-sleeved shirt – Again in the darker shades.
Accessories: Earrings all the way up his left ear. Each one is gold (of course) and given to him by Lazuli. The only other thing is a small golden band on his right middle finger. It's dented and beat up, and he doesn't know where he got it.
History: Unknown. Even he doesn't know. He can hardly recall showing up on the castle's stoop late one night. Standing deliriously in the storm, badly injured with a blade wound to the chest and head. Lazuli found him there, half frozen and staring at her like he couldn't even see her. She brought him in and cared for him until he healed. He then began to work for her as a sort of “Secret-Keeper.” One that tracks down the ones who learn too much about the Royal family or the way they run their kingdom.
Personality: Nonchalant and cold seeming. Though he has a sort of affinity for the Princess. He absolutely adored her, going as far as to let her do pretty much whatever she wants. This includes dressing him up for formal occasions and messing with his hair. (She loves his hair).
Abilities: Honed tracking abilities. Sight that surpasses that of very powerful demons. Extreme patience and speed. Overall, he's the perfect hunter.
Weapons: Any sort of blade. Once the prey has been killed off, he disposes of the corpse with specialized medicinal tools.
Extras: Sharp teeth, lethal claws, semi cannibalistic. He also hates sunlight or pretty much any light at all. His eyes are highly sensitive. Can't stand the cold. Thrives on heat. (Which is why Lazuli always has a fire going in her sitting room; just for him.) Animals seem to love him; especially cats.
RP:
It was storming out again, but the noise didn't disturb him. Carrion's russet eyes were fastened on his latest prey; a lowly servant of Lazuli's house that just so happened to walk into the King's conspiracy discussions.
It had been an easy kill, really, he mused as he removed both kidneys using his claws. The blood on his bare hands gleamed in the candlelight, dripping from his claws and running down his forearms. He grinned, displaying rows and rows of needle-sharp teeth currently coated in his victim's blood.
In fact, the upper torso of the young female had been half-eaten, and now blood stained his lips, chin, and neck. Matting in his long black hair.
Lazuli wouldn't be pleased with the mess, he was sure.
But for right now, he had a job to do.
Carrion tossed the kidneys and set back to work, humming a deep tune in his throat; sounding more like a growling animal than anything else.
My Characters: - [Princess Lazuli Veterni] - [Carrion Rogue] - [Red Cobras] In three words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on.
Joined: Jun 2009 Gender: Male Posts: 107 Location: Lost in thought Karma: 1
Re: Darkness In the Empty Grave « Result #10 on Nov 10, 2009, 6:00am »
Sven stepped forward as pace into the light, leaning upon his black walking stick, his soul-piercing silver eyes seeming to look right through the young man in front of him.
"I'd really rather you not do that. While it is true that many who live sleep amongst the dead within, they sleep for a reason. What right have you to disturb that rest?" He asked calmly, all the while taking the measure of the man before him. The youngster was dead. Yet he lived. One who crossed the boundaries of Life and Death, much like Sven himself.
My Characters: - [Princess Lazuli Veterni] - [Carrion Rogue] - [Red Cobras] In three words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on.
Re: Darkness In the Empty Grave « Result #12 on Nov 6, 2009, 12:27pm »
As the dust cleared, Bane heard a voice. He turned slowly, trying to find where it was coming from.
This place is teaming with more life than you are led to believe. The time for resting has long passed. It is time to awaken those who sleep amongst the dead.
Bane tossed his hair to one side, waiting for a response.
My Characters: - [Princess Lazuli Veterni] - [Carrion Rogue] - [Red Cobras] In three words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on.
Joined: Oct 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 29 Location: The saltwater room Karma: 0
Kilizah Arbhor « Result #15 on Nov 4, 2009, 9:27pm »
Name: Kilizah Arbhor Age: 19 Gender: Female
Eyes: Dark brown Hair: Chocolate bronze, wears it many ways. Her bangs are cropped just above her eyes.
Height: 5’ 4” Weight: 127lbs Body build: Very petite
Species: She believes to be human, but is actually demon.* Personality: Very shy and timid, but when comfortable, very loquacious. Very vigorous.
Attire: A green chemise with a black bodice. The dress goes down to her ankles, and has many layers. The sleeves fall past her fingertips and are free. Basically her outfit is free-lance get up. Her shoes are black sandals that lace up her leg, mid calf height. Accessories: A black choker with a locket. Usually some type of hair piece (Clip, head band, etc;)
Hometown: Ion History: Her mother, Calla Arbhor, was exceptionally beautiful. Having married her husband, who was 19, and given birth to Kilizah at the age of 16, many discouraged the daughter’s existence. Kilizah’s father, Bolide Arbhor, stayed with his young wife and child to protect them against any who would wish them harm. Kilizah grew into a beautiful young woman of 17, when one day, she got home from her lessons, she found her mother and father to be dead. The cause of death was a type of poison placed within the water of their home. Kilizah tried to commit suicide on multiple occasions, but then discovered music. Music kept her company in the loneliest of times. She taught herself to play the flute. She hasn’t discovered the power in her music. She is able to manipulate emotions in just about everything. From plants to animals to humans. Many people look at her as a threat, but she doesn’t know why. She hasn’t a clue that her parents were, in fact, highly wanted demons.
Special Abilities: As mentioned, she doesn’t know she can control emotions with her music. Its not a very powerful ability, its rather subtle.
*Extras* Her parents were wanted for attempted murder on the ruler of a vast city. The were nearly caught, but escaped to Ion to live as humans. The people there, being as nice as they were, allowed them to stay. Unknowing of their demonic status. A few years passed and Kilizah was born; the people of Ion soon began to hear of two rogue demons who fled after an attempt. Instead of being rational, they killed the two demons just to be cautious. Leaving the child behind, they began to watch her carefully; the city looked down on her. They became very wary if the child was demonic or not. But, the main reason they look down on her persona is because her mother was extremely young when she married and had a child.
Quick Rp:
“Kilizah! Dinner!” A young, chiming voice called up the stairs.
This voice was greeted by another young vocal bell-of-a-voice.
“Yes, mother! I’ll be right down!”
Upstairs, Kilizah was dressing in her usual clothing, a green chemise with a black bodice. The dress went down to her ankles, and had many layers. The sleeves fell past her fingertips. She look into the mirror, admiring her reflection. Running her fingers through her long, brown hair, she smiled. Her chocolate orbs glittering with happiness.
It was her seventeenth birthday, she practically a woman now. She turned on her heels and started for her door. Opening the wooden beauty, she gripped the banister of the steps and descended to the kitchen area.
When her feet touched the cold stone floor, she slightly squeaked and jumped back to the bottom step. Recovering from the shock, she placed her right foot onto the ground, then her left. She slowly made her way down the hallway to the right.
When she emerged into the kitchen, her mother and father were standing there with the most beautiful cake she had ever seen. It was a two layer vanilla cake with chocolate icing. It was decorated with intricate designs. Icing ribbons weaved around the edges, and different sprinkles filled the open spaces.
They all sat at the table, gave thanks, and ate dinner. It had lasted for a few hours, then, their clock tolled its bell. It was midnight, and time for them to head to bed. When Kilizah entered her room, she went to the window. The city of Ion was lit beautifully in the night.
“Will this last forever?” She whispered to herself.
Joined: Jun 2009 Gender: Male Posts: 107 Location: Lost in thought Karma: 1
Re: Darkness In the Empty Grave « Result #16 on Nov 1, 2009, 8:12pm »
With the screeching gone, Sven's eyes cleared immediately. So that was the way this youngster played huh? Brute force? Granted it works more often than it should, but couldn't he have shown some originality to his approach? Sven cleared his throat to get the young man's attention.
"What do the living seek in this place of death? What knowledge do you hope to gain, what riches you hope to find? Long has the dead rested in peace, why now do you disturb their rest?" He asked clearly and quietly once he was certain he had the boy's attention.
His reaction to these questions would determine Sven's next move, and Sven prayed silently that it would be a reasonable one.
Requiem Sapphire (Redone) « Result #19 on Oct 22, 2009, 11:32pm »
**I figured it was because of the format I had origionally used why my first post hadn't been accepted. Now I've modified the format and added few more details.**
Eyes: Silver, like the moon light Hair: Long, wavy, chocolate brown Skin: A pale, caramel bronze.
Attire: Wears dancer’s clothing, and ceremony kimonos. :: When wearing dancer’s clothing, she has golden rings with ribbons that match her dress hanging from them. :: When wearing Ceremony kimonos, she has a hair piece that has her family symbol on it. It is something like a head piece that rests on her head like an elaborate tiara. Her family symbol is a white rose.
Personality: She is very calm, outgoing, witty, strategic, graceful, and strict
Species: Human :: Vatican Dancer
History: She was born and raised “Princess Sapphire” in a far off city, away from the apocalypse. The kingdom of Celosia was once known for prosperity and harmony. But now, ever since the “Riving Thieves” took her dear mother and father’s life, it’s nothing but a vacant dessert filled with endless riches belonging to the Thieves. When Sapphire was 12, after the Thieves’ raid, she fled to a place she once heard of from her mother. A place know as the Apocalypse. A place where she could find shelter and friends. So when she got there, she headed straight for the town of Cyuvari and took refuge there. As she grew older, she danced for money, only to realized she could control demons with her dance. She then gave herself a name… “Wiley, The Vatican Dancer”. Soon she was discovered by someone who would invite her to perform at ceremonies, rituals, etc;
Extras: A Vatican Dancer is a person who can control demons with a dance.
Special Abilities: Wiley has three abilities: “Dance of the Demon” -- Summons and controls one or more demons; “Demonic Trance”-- Distracts the enemy with a demonic aura “Rave of Hell” -- Makes the enemy feel as if they were in hell
Quick Rp: Amongst the multiple drunken males and females, Requiem sat with a crystal wine glass pressed to her lips. The red liquid within the glass slowly disappeared into the depths of her mouth and then slithered to the back of her throat. On instinct, she swallowed the bitter liquid. She placed the glass down after the last drop was gone and licked her lips while sighing. Her hand never left the base of the crystal.
The male beside her was seriously starting to frickin’ annoy the hell out of her; she was damned near ready to bust the guy in his mouth and send flying through the nearest wall. He was complaining that his wife left with his beloved kids, etcetera-etcetera. Requiem knew what the guy really wanted, and he wasn’t going to get from her.
“Listen…” She spoke with the utmost sincerity as she pivoted her body towards him, “If you want someone to ‘pity-fuck’ with, I’d suggest the female in the black leathers over there.”
She pointed to the woman she was referring to. She wore nothing but all black leather and had long blonde hair that reached her mid back in a straight ponytail. Not like Requiem’s; hers was long, wavy, and the color of a dark-chocolate-caramel. Her eyes were way different than that of the other female’s. The woman’s were a soft gray color, while Requiem’s consisted of bright silver orbs that would pierce the night.
The other woman was hanging all over another guy, smiling and laughing. Requiem knew where that was going to lead…them two, in the nearest bathroom, doing things not worthy of saying…let alone think about, that is if you wanted to keep your lunch down.
The man that sat beside Requiem left and headed for the other female. She placed the back of her hand to her head. Her temperature was high, but she was no mere human, she was a Vatican Dancer. Meaning she controlled demons with a mere dance. Every time she summoned her demons, her temperature rose to extreme heights.
There was a loud crashing noise, followed by a What-the-hell? and Back-the-hell-off! Then there was a woman’s screech, no doubt it was the woman she had sent the guy over to. She’d bet the guy the blonde was entertaining first jump all over the guy Requiem sent over. That’s why she sent him over there. She was itching for a fight, but not one that she would get involved with. Just a simple, clean fight between two males over a worthless female.
Priceless.
She turned in her chair to watch the two spar,
“Bartender? Can I get another ‘Bejeweled Bloody-Mary’?”
“Comin’ right up. Ma’am.”
A “Bejeweled Bloody-Mary”, as she called it, was in fact a Bloody-Mary, but extremely stronger than normal. She was a heavy drinker, who could barely stand less than straight liquor, but this was in deed her favorite drink.
She pressed the glass to her lips once again, and paused to watch the fight commence dramatically. The guy she sent over had uppercut the other guy, while he had busted him in the mouth.
This was truly a sight to see.
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« Last Edit: Oct 23, 2009, 12:51am by Queen Eros VI »
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