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« on: June 25, 2014, 11:16:47 pm »
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Name Alan Sofa
Age 19
Gender Male
Species Human
Ethnicity Aedolian
Height 6'6''
Occupation Counselor
Residence Aedolis
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Physical Description
Alan has a very stronger physique. He has spent most of his life building up his muscles in order to "support the world". His muscles are completely naturally gained, no medical intervention was used. His skin is olive toned with a slight bronzing as he spends a lot of his time outside in the clearest parts of the city.
His hair is a dark red and his eyes a steel color, those eyes are always warm and open to all that look into them.
On his casual days Alan normally wears a red tank top with grey jeans that seem to have been slightly over worn. On his work days though, he wears a nice grey suit with a dark red tie. That outfit is demanded to be worn by his superiors.
Personality
Alan has a very warm personality, he knows how to read people from the slightest movement of their fingers to the greeting that they give him. He has never used this uncanny ability in a destructive or cruel way and his coworkers think that is a weird concept, because he could blackmail most of the people that he comes into contact with.
He has an open door policy, anybody that wants to talk to Alan can just walk up to him and start talking. He treats every person genuinely and always sees more good than bad. Alan isn't afraid to start up the conversations either. He can talk and talk and talk until somebody finally stops him. He has literally been cried on by many people, but he likes to help anybody back onto their feet.
Magic/Abilities
As far as magic goes, Alan has nothing. He's a completely normal person. He has slightly above average intelligence and a pretty good amount of strength, the man can bench 350lbs.
Relationships
Alan feels that he has a relationship with everybody on some level.
His old band mates: Ben, Gabe, Steve, and Zach.
History
Alan spent a lot of time enjoying the bounties that Aedolis had to offer. Drugs, women, general tomfoolery. He got in a band where he and three other guys screwed around on some instruments playing covers of old bands that actually used instruments. His band mates all spent a lot of time with Alan. At one point or another they helped him realize his ability for reading people, he knew exactly when they needed a guy to hang with or somebody to cry on. That really did pay off for Alan in the future.
One day he was almost killed when a few felons started to clear his building, right before they got to him Zach, Gabe, and Ben jumped to his rescue with their band van to get him out, but the van was too small to get them all. Steve hurried over with his pickup truck and freed Alan from certain death. Since that incident they all decided that they were gonna stick together for sure.
They all live together now paying for a few rooms in a living complex in one of the lower sections of the city. One way or another though they seem to be getting into trouble.
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« on: June 23, 2014, 11:23:57 am »
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Name Gaius the Solemn
Age 5120
Gender Male
Species Undead Human
Ethnicity Undefined
Height 6'2''
Occupation Freelancer/Scholar
Residence Varies
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Physical Description
Gaius has been around for a long time. Though due to his zombification, his appearance remains that of when he was 18. His golden armor still shines as bright as the first day he put it on. With the change of time though, he had to make many modifications just to keep up. The prongs on top of his helmet have been removed over years of combat, his faceplate used to have many holes that would limit his visibility, he got tired of this very quickly and decided to replace it with a visor made of plexiglass and reinforced with microfibers. This new visor of his looks like a solid gold plate with no eye holes or mouth hole. He prefers it this was as one o fthe best way of keeping his condition to himself.
He armor as a whole has been modified so that he can traverse space without being affected. Amplifiers were place at the tips of his fingers in order for him to send more powerful electric shocks than before. With all of the electronics that now augment his suit he has to be careful or he will burn out everything with electricity he generates.
As stated before, his appearance has not changed. his pale skin and murky blond locks are the same as 5000 years ago. Not one scar or blemish has accumulated on his skin. One thing about Gaius has changed though. The golden glimmer that once pitted his eyes has darkened to a bloody red.
Personality
The years have turned Gaius's introverted personality into a maniacal, cynical one. His regard for human life has dropped far below that of the worst murderers and fiends. He no longer tries to use diplomacy to get around his problems, only as a tool to open up the defenses of his prey. He speak freely and rudely. He cares very little for the opinions of others as he sees all other humanoid life as a energy source. With every person that he keeps and absorbs he always gives the body a true burial via lightning.
He likes to read anything and everything, his mind is constantly looking for new information to drag into his mind. he prefers to read medical journals and studies as it helps to further his understand of biological creatures.
Magic/Abilities
Gaius the ability to manipulate any source of lightning. He sends it to and from his finger tips and hands to create spears or flashes of blades of pure lightning. In his long unlife he has learned to cast his magic without need for symbols or activation words. Otherwise he uses his fists, which pack an enormous punch.
He also has one other ability, this power seems to stem directly from the armor. The ability to steal the life-force from another person. He does this in order to keep the condition of his own body at the peak of performance as he is constantly decaying, especially with the use his lightning magic. This ability is still very hard for him to control and must completely incapacitate his foe before using it.
Relationships
Every person he has killed.
"Lyle"
History
Starting at age 18. Gaius always loved the mountains. He constantly hiked them and gazed over the lands from them. Ironic that's where he dies the first time. There was an unexpected blizzard that trapped Gaius in a cave near the peak of a mountain. The blizzard raged for days and days, unceasing and freezing. Something didn't want Gaius to get out.
In this cave there was a treasure, the golden armor of an unknown knight. It was very precariously placed upon a stone near the back of the cave, as if it was waiting for Gaius. He quickly donned it, hoping to block out of the biting cold. The armor seemed to conform to Gaius's person the longer he wore it, eventually it felt like a second layer of skin.
The blizzard just didn't let up. Not too long after obtaining this new armor, Gaius fell into a deep sleep. To his dismay, this sleep was actually his death, the cold was just too much to survive. Some days later, Gaius opened his eyes, he knew something was different. It felt like he was still for too long, that he should have been dead. Soon after this thought he realized, that maybe he wasn't alive anymore. Just something had wanted him around to keep it in this world, The Armor of Favour.
That's what he thought at first anyways. Gaius has had only 3 "friends" throughout his 5000 year lifespan. Two of which are dead and the other he doesn't know where he is anymore. He isn't really looking for him though, so it's okay in his eyes.
Gaius has spent his entire life up to this point killing people to sustain his own life. on many occasions he has almost fallen to the ravenous hunger of his armor. Though he is still around with quite a large bounty on his head. He spends most of his time drifting around colonies and space stations learning the newest medical procedures and "taking care" of the stragglers in the lower circles.
The most important thing to know about Gaius is that he isn't one person anymore. The accumulated life-forces that he has absorbed over the years all kept their own wills. The armor does it's best to suppress these voices and keep Gaius focused. But as long as he continues to take more lives, it is most probable that Gaius will lose control over these souls and most likely his continued existence.
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« on: December 01, 2013, 09:31:21 pm »
Refuel, restock, recharge his music player, and go. It was so routine at this point that Tarquin could barely pay attention to anything besides his own sleep-deprived thoughts. The nice glow of the cavern made him want to collapse right there and pass out, but he has to fuel up first. It's not like he could take up much time here. The ports they had were very few, and there was not a shortage of small craft ferrying supplies and trade in and out.
He was still in a bit of a daze when one of the charge station workers came over to him, "This thing belong to you? It's gonna cost a pretty penny to get it all charged up." the character looked him up and down. He seemed to have an unimpressed look on his face, as if Tarquin didn't look like he shouldn't own it. At this point Tarquin had kinda come back, "Huh.. yeah.. here, lemme get the payment." Dear lord did he love how the Teinari went by trade. He climbed back on the Scribe and walked down a short hall to one of the starage areas and pulled out a bunch of random gadgets. Some looked like small power cores, while others had a more weaponized look to them. He climbed right back out with his arms filled with the bundle.
"Here, this should do it and then some," he dropped the bundle into the man's arms, "Where's a good place to re-supply? Hey,press this button when you're done." He handed the man a small beeper. "It'll signal me when it's finished and I will make my way back." The man signalled over to a small building built into the wall named The Shipyard. Tarquin walked in and quickly surveyed the place, it was much bigger on the inside. Lots of high rows filled with spares and supplies, food, droids; anything he could've needed in the depths of space. So he quickly picked out the bare necessities, lots of it. Water and a few kinds of meat, some vitamins to pick up the slack.
He got the ship stocked and fueled. He was ready to go. The ship took off and he glided about the surface of Teinar wastelands for a bit. Slightly saddened by the destroyed beauty. He spotted a spec in the wasteland. Didn't look like anything he'd seen before. A droid, with two big rotors on it's back. He slowed the ship down to a halt and landed it before the droid. The sun was beating down on the land, the heat could be seen rising in wisps. The hatch opened on the ship and the ramp came out. Tarquin walked out and looked down at the droid. He shouted down to it, "Directive?"
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« on: November 28, 2013, 12:51:43 pm »
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Name
Tarquin Peterson
Age
29
Gender
Male
Species
Human
Ethnicity
Aedolian
Height
6'3''
Occupation
Cosmic Map Maker (Previous Spec-Op)
Residence
Aboard his small craft, the Scribe.
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Physical Description
Tarquin has very fair skin. It looks as if it's never been touched by blade, bullet, or blast. One exception to this is the scar on his arm where he cut out his microchip. Along with that he has quite a strong build. His earlier years as a spec-op ingrained into his mind that he must be prepared for anything, at all times. This bled over into his physique, he can handle himself when it comes down to a fight. His hair used to be a bright auburn color, but it slowly darkened as he aged. It's kept in a short, military style buzz-cut. His eyes are a swirly green and blue, as if the artist didn't finish mixing two paints. He looks like the model soldier, expect he isn't. He wears just a plain, white button up shirt with long sleeves and beige cargo pants. He wears his military grade combat boots with a bowie knife attached to the right leg.
Personality
His personality is very stale. His military life had given him strict rules to live by. He keeps his ship clean and organized. Since leaving his military position he has calmed down a little, and tends to leave his drinks around and little things like that. He can be very good to talk to but he doesn't really know a lot about the world. So he makes due with the information that he gets when he has to stop to refuel. Which can be difficult, sometimes he was so far out that he almost ran out of air filters before he made it back to a fuel station. Overall, he's a very mellow person but isn't shy to talk.
Magic/Abilities
The only magic he has is his silver tongue. He can talk his way out of almost any situation. He seems to have gained different insights of the mind from his time alone mapping the known worlds.
Relationships
Ex Spec-op partner/Childhood friend: Jeremiah Snapicks
History
Tarquin was basically born to be a Spec-op. He was in one the higher castes of Aedolis, he and his friend Jeremiah, better known as Jerr, joined the military at age 16. They went through training together, in the same unit, went on missions together. The rest of their unit called them "the Double Tap Twins" because of their tactic in which they both fire once at the same target in order to "double tap" it. Eventually their superior's noticed their abilities and put them on the Spec-op team Epsilon.
The two were perfect for the job. They completed countless missions and moved to the top of their unit. After 7 years of killing in secret, acquiring potentially vital information, breaking down droid prototypes and retrieving them. They were assigned a mission to assassinate some smugglers transporting contraband books. They were flying to one of the many colonies and Tarquin was staring out the window and he saw the beauty of the planet. Something inside him changed. He proceeded with the mission and they exterminated the targets. When they got to the smuggler's ship, the Scribe. He told Jerr if this change. He said he wanted to find more beauty like this and bring it back for all to see and that he would keep in contact. Jerr was hurt but, nobody could out talk Tarquin. They planned Tarquin's "death".
He "died" when one the smugglers blew himself up along with the Scribe, his microchip was destroyed along with the rest of him. Ever since then Tarquin has been mapping the known galaxies in the Scribe, logging it all away, he has seen many beautiful sights and he takes pictures and gives out coordinates to the few that listen to him. Jerr stayed in the military and he keeps Tarquin out of the eye of them so he can continue with his mission of mapping everything he can.
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« on: March 10, 2013, 12:35:19 pm »
__________________QUICK STATSNameSolomon Years From Creation3 GenderDesigned as male SpeciesHuman-like cyborg EthnicityModeled with Aedolian traits Height5ft 11in OccupationPresumably designed for psychic combat simulations ResidenceTRIM Lab; Omega Wing __________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPhysical DescriptionSolomon has clear skin that allows anybody to look to see the advanced machinery underneath. His heart is a mass of constantly turning gears and plasma-like fluid that perpetuates energy to his circuits. The skeletal structure is made of high quality reinforced steel; this has been tested to withstand over 700lbs of force on one forearm until bending. He lacks all hair on his body and any sort of genitalia; the creator did not need a toy. Attempts have been made to he past the metal surrounding what would be brain; as of yet no attempt has been successful. Overall, Solomon has a completely healthy body; according to all the tests they put him through. His head lacks a mouth, whether it was so he would have to use this powers to communicate or if he was still unfinished is unknown. PersonalityA lack of personality is more accurate. It seems that his adaptive programming was supposed to take the behaviors of others and merge them into a unique personality for himself. When questioned about this he will only respond, "Insufficient data for compiling." The people that he has been exposed to have had no effect on how he acts, for now anyways. Magic/AbilitiesSeeing as he was designed for either training psychics or being a soldier; Solomon has minor psychic abilities. These abilities include: Minor telekinesis and mind-reading. RelationshipsMission 1 for "The Doctor" HistorySolomon was found in one of the abandoned labs in Teinar. When he was uncovered he found inside of a sort of incubation tube. After his "saviors" found him they battered him with questions until there was some sort of malfunction with Solomon and he murdered them all. Eventually he calmed down and was taken by a new group to TRIM. He is now kept in a 6mx6mx6m room where there is only a chair and a bed. He has no need for any other accommodations. So now he is a subject questioned again and again to get into the knowledge he is implanted with. Solomon has shown no attempts to escape, but will say that he has a "mission" that he was assigned and must leave as soon as possible. __________________THREAD TRACKERCurrent ThreadsComplete Threads[/list]
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« on: February 22, 2013, 03:26:54 pm »
PLAYER WANTS What types of plots are you interested in playing?Truthfully, I can play just about anything you throw at me, romances, comedies, serious "We have a job to do" I like them all. What types of plots are you not interested in playing?Plots that just beat around and get nothing done. Like.. if a person were to meet another, and they just... don't do anything. How often can you reply to any given thread?Everyday basically, unless that pesky life things happen. What is the longest you're willing to wait for a reply to a thread?3 weeks tops. Are you open to RPing over instant messengers? If so, what's the best way to contact you and what times are you generally available?I'm not really open, I have lots to do along with this. Are you open to post volleying?Yep, completely okay with that. Just message me if you want to and if I'm able to, then let it commence. Anything else?Give me advice on how to make my writing better. If you see a problem that can be fixed, tell me. I love the help. PLAYER LIMITS What are you limits regarding powerplay/godmoding?Only if it's a fair hit, if a character were to attack in an open spot or had a counter to my attack, then it's fine. Just no power combos, this is a rp; not streetfighter. What are your limits in regards to romantic situations?Any type of romantic thing is okay. I would rather the relationship develop on it's own. Pre-scripted IC love is no love at all! What are your limits in regards to sex?I would rather it fade to black after bot hare nude, just because of past experiences. What are your limits in regards to pregnancy within plots?Just as long as it's logical and flows with the story. What are your limits in regards to violent scenes?I am completely okay with violence. I would rather intense and brutal fight scenes, they make the rp seem that much more intricate. What are your limits in regards to abuse/rape in plots?Prefer to avoid those. Are you okay with characters being transformed against their will?Just ask first, the character in question might be immune to such things. What about healing?Just ask me first, certain healing can make a rp boring if nobody gets hurt that bad or has some sort of loss.
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« on: February 21, 2013, 07:58:58 pm »
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Name
Turlach Wynne
Age
26
Gender
Male
Species
Slightly mutant human
Ethnicity
Teinar
Height
6'0''
Occupation
Treasure Hunter/Scientist
Residence
Teinar
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Physical Description
Turlach Doesn't have too much to boast. He often wears a skin tight combat suit. The suit consists of light fibers that allow energy to be absorbed and released through panels on his hands and feet. Over the suit he wears an ancient lab coat that he was able to pull out of the lower levels of his home. Two plasma blasters hang from his sides. They're a little broken so they can't kill unless at close range, but a hit from any range is equal to getting zapped by a powerful taser.
The average person wouldn't see what make Turlach so different. He wears big black lab goggles almost at all times. These goggle cover up his mutation. His eyes are not normal, they take up a a slightly bigger area of his face and have no lids. They also have no pupils or any defining features at all, they are just completely green, somewhat like bug eyes.
His strangeness ends there, he has no other features that somebody would find out of the ordinary. He has a normal build if not a tad stronger from all the fighting he does when he explores deeper into the labs. He has short blonde hair and he always keeps it that way. He has a tattoo of two simple claws on his face that reach underneath the goggles and cup his eyes.
Personality
Turlach is generally kind hearted. But he often keeps his distance from anybody, which was considered a tad strange when he came back to the populated areas of Teinar. He has no problem with talking, but nobody ever seemed to connect with him to make any conversation worthwhile.
Magic/Abilities
He has enhanced sight on account of his eyes. He can see in the dark and he has a wider field of vision that almost reaches all the way around him.
Relationships
None yet
History
He had the normal upbringing of anybody on Teinar. Close family ties and all that. He never was one for relationships, he would rather work out or explore the wastelands. As he grew older he slowly drifted away from his family. Still, he keeps contact with his huge family, often trades his findings with them. Just that he likes to go off on his own and find new things within his own backyard. Turlach will give his aid to anybody who needs it, no matter if there's pay in it or not.
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« on: February 21, 2013, 07:00:29 pm »
Yep, just went through that good ol' signing up thingy. You guys seem like a pretty likable crowd, and I'll be looking forward to putting my brain thoughts and finger exercises to good use. I'll soon have my first character up and ready for some action.
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