| Name: Caelan (No last name as he is a bastard and went nameless.) Age: 18 Birthday: 2/3 Species: Vampire Gender: Male Appearance Description: Wears clothing that covers all skin, his mask also covers his face. His only visible parts being his eyes, which are a startling blue. Personality Description: Caelan rarely speaks, he only does if he has to. He feels a great hatred towards witches and because he has always been treated as a monster he is very reserved and does not trust others easily. He regrets what he had to when trying to find the Erl D’Coute necklace and tries to atone for his sins by saving humans. Even if he does distrust many this does not mean he will not save them if they are victims to assault. Just to clarify, this is not because he cares for people but because he feels the need to atone. Powers: Feral Vampirism Vampirism Auto-Power: Increased speed. Team Powers: This is decided when you find a partner. Biography: This is the largest bio I've written, which is saying a lot since I generally make massive ones. I can definitely understand if you do not read it but if you have the time then I assure you it will be worth it. (It's 9657 words). Also the spoiler tags do not contain the bio for some reason so I just took them out. The Witch Birth A single solitary sound rang out. Then silence. Then the sound again. Followed by more silence. This pattern repeated 5 times and then the silence drew on, nothing to disturb it. Caelan felt his body being prodded, the ribs to be exact, but it didn’t hurt. Then he was turned over, the darkness that he had been seeing continued even with his change in position. Was he blindfolded? The sound of someone crouching down could be heard, as if his other senses were sharper with his temporary lack of sight. He felt a hand on his chest, it didn’t move at all which was a sign that they were feeling for his heartbeat or casting a spell, possibly both. The hand was removed and he heard someone mutter, [color=purple]Dead.[/color] A couple groans could be heard following this break in the silence. We needed him though… He’s the only one who knows how to slay the witch! A separate voice proclaimed loudly. Someone else hissed angrily at the one who had just spoken, [color=red]Shut up you idiot! It’ll hear us![/color] Caelan tried to move but his efforts were redundant, he heard footsteps as the people began to walk away. No! I’m still alive! He thought furiously but the footsteps continued to distance themselves from him and he was engulfed in the silence once again. But it was broken a second time by the soft sound of something made of fabric dragging across stone. Then a voice spoke in a whisper, sinister and evil, [color=gray]The wee one is left behind… Abandoned by friends… Or are they enemies?[/color] Caelan struggled again, trying to do something, move something, do anything at all. But it wasn’t until he felt as if he was being pulled from water that he could move, he gasped in air and his vision returned, but not like he was simply opening his eyes. More as if it had just faded in, like his eyes had been open and unseeing, blind. He looked around and struggled to get up. His muscles were weak though, a fake death curse would do that. To his right sat the witch, a beautiful woman with milk white skin, her hair was a pure gold colour, as if the last rays of the sunset had been captured and placed on her scalp. Her eyes were emerald, her lips a deep and supple red, every feature crafted to perfection. She smiled at him, [color=pink]How… quaint. A fledgling hunting a witch, foolish… or courageous?[/color] She asked him. He struggled to stand, working the blood back into his dead muscles, stretching himself out, trying to gain motion in his limbs. His knees shook as he stood, his right hand fell to the dirk by his side, which he unsheathed and held as tightly as possible. The witch giggled, No, your time is not now child. You will sleep again. When you wake I will come for you and you will serve me; as much as you may detest to do so. She smiled and waved her hand, Caelan’s eyes lost their vision a second time and his body went limp. Consciousness escaped him once more. A few hours previously… A group sat around a campfire. Small one man tents ringed the party and the smell of venison cooking filled the bottom of the ravine in which they were encamped. It was night time and the fire sent flickering projections of shadows across the ravine walls and the tents, they seemed to dance and move when no one at the campfire did. One figure shifted, a big burly man with a proud black beard. A large double sided war axe was strapped to his back and his small, beady black eyes peered out from underneath bushy eyebrows. The hair on his head, also black, was as unruly as the hair on his face, wild and unkempt. He was obviously quite muscular but a layer of fat had begun to progressively grow larger over the years as a result of too many drinks and not enough fighting. He had only a few scars, a sign that he was a skilled warrior. This man was known as Raknar of the Ukrul province. A warrior of high renown, both for his might in battle and at the table, (No one could best him in a drinking competition). He spoke loud and often, always eager to enforce his view on things upon others. Enough of this damn waiting! Let us enter the bitch’s cave and put her down! He shouts impatiently. The response came from a thin bodied man, he was the antithesis of Raknar. Short, lean muscled, quiet, modest and not an ounce of fat. He was clean shaven, his eyes were yellow like a hawk and ended sharply. He was thing lipped and his blonde hair was brushed neatly back in a ponytail. A longbow rested on his back unstrung, a quiver full of peculiarly shaped arrows beside it. He was known as Nimble Roy, province unknown. Raknar, we have already discussed the subject. A witch is weakest at daytime, we move then. He says softly. Raknar shook his head, he was still in disagreement with the plan but sat nonetheless. Roy was too quick witted and had a tongue sharp enough to cut a throat, there was no way to win a verbal bout with him. Two others sat at the campfire. One was a weather mage whose name was Iri, his skin was as black as ebony but his teeth and the whites of his eyes were the colour of cleaned bone. He wore purple attire that was common of the isles of Afrique. A birch staff tipped with a jade sphere rested beside him, his key for using magic. The other figure was a vampire. Caelan, whom rarely spoke and wore clothing that covered every bit of flesh. The others hadn’t seen his face, nor his skin colour, nor any other part of him. He wouldn’t be with the others but he was the only one on the continent of Mythril who knew how to slay a witch. His kind, the vampiric kind, were segregated from the rest of civilisation, they were monsters and treated as such. Mythril was a mysterious continent, the rest of the world, who did not wield magic, did not even know that it existed. It was the birthplace of the Dragons from the tale of old and the land that the Creators had first crafted. The rest of Earth functioned without magic, instead relying on logic and science to invent, create and inspire. The age according to Earth’s dating was around the 1200th century. While the rest of the world warred over petty coin and territory, Mythril was in the beginning stages of a reoccurring crisis that took place every two centuries. The birth of a witch. Mythril would eventually cease to exist and the population that lived there would scatter around the world, spreading small pockets of magic throughout the lands, but that is a story for another time. This story is the tale of the three men and one vampire who set out to absolve the crisis of a witch birth before it could do substantial damage. As the dawn sun fought its way over the horizon, its light was cast into the ravine. The group woke and the sounds of a camp being packed away resounded out against the stone walls. Caelan went to help Raknar with his tent but the large warrior held up a hand. [color=red]I can do it myself vampire,[/color] He proclaims, not wanting Caelan near him. Vampires made him uncomfortable. After a few minutes of bustling activity the ravine fell silent once more, the camp packed away and the group standing at the entrance to the cave that the witch was in. Iri spoke up, his voice was deep and beautiful, like every syllable was sung in a subtle and soft way. So it begins. The witch hunt. Mythril relies on us at this moment and we must not failure her. Raknar for once remains silent. Somehow, speaking after Iri’s words seemed like the wrong thing to do. Roy was the first to enter the cave, stepping inside and instantly disappearing in the shadows. Raknar followed with a lantern to light the way. Then Iri, his staff making dull thuds as he walked. Caelan was last to enter, walking smoothly and gracefully in the way that vampires do. The walls of the cave was covered in a moist layer of moss, spongey and strangely pungent. The stench of it resembling rotten eggs and decaying corpses. Iri mutters, Death Ivy… In explanation of what the strange moss was. Wind whistled, sounding strangely like words of another language, as if beckoning them. Raknar shifts his grip on his war axe, readying it for any sudden action. Roy had already strung his longbow and one of his glass tipped arrows was resting on the bowstring, his feet made virtually no sound as he tread along, Raknar’s footsteps were loud, Iri’s were muffled and Caelan’s were soft and sharp. About half an hour of walking deeper into the cave was enough for Raknar to find his voice again. How much bloody longer do we need to walk for? He asks, his face red and sweat shining on his forehead from the amount of walking they had done so far. Shut up Raknar, you make enough noise as is without talking, Roy states with annoyance. A single high pitched sound rings out suddenly. Like metal on stone. Raknar goes to ask what the sound was but Roy holds a finger up to silence him. They creep forward silently and the cave opens up into a massive cavern. Light suddenly floods the scene, the source of which was large orbs that floated near the ceiling. Stalactites and stalagmites were abundant and strange plants covered the walls and floor. The ground was dirt and some trees were scattered about. [color=purple]What is this magic?[/color] Iri asks quietly, looking around in awe. Caelan had to agree, it was quite beautiful here. Almost… enchanting… Roy draws his arrow back, obviously sensing something. Raknar adjusted his grip on his axe and dropped into a combat ready crouch. Iri’s staff crackled to life, static on the jade sphere. Caelan simply drew his short sword, keeping it limp by his side. Then a cackle filled the cavern. A voice calls out, echoing all around them. [b]The nimble, the strong, the intelligent and the silent venture into my lair to slay me. How very sweet of them to visit me~[/b] A figure appears, it was seemingly made of shadow, and no features decorated it. It was like a naked person’s silhouette. A blade grew from its palm, a sharp and cruel weapon. The shade leaps forward at Raknar who responds with expert speed, his axe slicing it in half. A horrible scream emitted from the shade as it exploded into mist. Immediately after, a root erupts out of the ground and wraps around Nimble Roy, whose arrow and bow fell harmlessly onto the dirt ground. He was thrown across the cavern and disappeared behind the greenery that grew from the cavern floor. He didn’t make a sound as he was thrown but Raknar did. He began to swear loudly, [color=red]Fuck! You god damn bitch! Face us!!![/color] He screams before charging forward. Iri shouts out after him, [color=purple]NO![/color] But it was too late, two shades appeared behind Raknar and smashed him over the head, he crumpled forward and didn’t get up again. Iri mutters something under his breath and a bolt of lightning streaks from his staff, slamming into one of the shades and throwing it back. The other shade sprints at Caelan who calmly raises his short sword to spear it. Caelan and Iri stand together now, ready to face any other threats. They did not move, they only waited. Then a spear made of darkness materialized across the cavern and sped at Iri. The mage responds with a blast of wind that rolls into the spear’s path. Unfortunately it did not stop and continued straight into the mage, he slammed against the cavern wall behind Caelan and he two did not get up. The vampire readies himself but a piercing hot pain shot through his shoulder and he fell to his knees. His short sword was dropped from limp fingers and he slammed face first into the ground, his vision going black. He lay there for an age, listening to the silence, which in itself had a sound. Then after what seemed an eon, but in reality was only a few minutes, he finally heard something… A single solitary sound. Then silence. The Awakening (Master Sing’s chapter) No dreams. No thoughts. No feelings. No emotion. No anything. The witch’s curse was tranquil. Nothing happened, it was as if nothing existed and nothing would exist. Mythril had in simple words been destroyed, the population scattered around the non-magical world, spreading magic into it. Throughout the ages the land of Mythril was eventually forgotten. The witch, undeterred by any man or woman had managed to destroy the continent but was eventually slain. Caelan remained asleep during this time, not aging. The lair of the witch was the only single remaining gateway to the destroyed land of Mythril, this is because of its magical properties and the fact that it was the birthplace of a witch. But as the world progressed and changed dramatically because of technological advances there was eventually one man who would find this cave. A man who had a passion for music and travelled the world in search of an epic guitar. A man by the name of Master Sing. Master Sing was traveling the world, only freshly acquainted with the freedom that the world had to offer. Sing was on a ship in the Bermuda Triangle, a place he had always wanted to visit, when a storm hit. Sing was however not scared of it, in fact he was excited that he got to witness this incredible event, after all it was a pretty fucking huge storm. Perhaps he would find the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle through this storm, so he braced himself for whatever was to come. A violent whirlpool had begun a few hundred meters from the ship that Sing was on, and because of its incredible force the ship was being dragged steadily towards it. The crew were going crazy, praying to whatever deities they worshipped and preparing themselves for the death was to come. Sing however, patiently waited for the ship to approach the whirlpool. When they were close enough Sing could see that nature would claim this ship and its crew. So obviously, the only option was to jump into it and see where it would take him, there was no escaping it after all. He also possessed the random and illogical thought that perhaps the legendary guitar he was looking for was in there. Additionally, Sing was a rockstar, therefore he could do and would do anything. With these thoughts in mind he took a running start and jumped overboard, straight into the whirlpool’s clutches. The force of the water was tremendous, Earth truly is an amazing place He thought to himself as he was sucked downwards. He performed a rockstar sign with his left hand (This is when someone puts there little finger, pointer finger and thumb up and leave the middle finger and ring finger down.) He then somehow managed to pull out his phone, which was waterproof, and take the first ever underwater selfie. Of course, this selfie wasn’t called a selfie back in this time but for the sake of simplicity it is referred to as one. Anyway, a few moments later he found himself struggling to breathe, (as he wasn’t a fish), and the pressure of being so far underwater was also getting to him. But he felt a tug on his foot and his eyes snapped shut as he was yanked roughly to the side. When he opened them again he was in an underground forest. This underground forest was extraordinary, a few trees sprouted from the dirt floor, numerous unknown species of plant life grew from the ground as well. The ceiling of the cavern was high and covered in stalactites. The walls of the cavern was rough stone and the floor had the occasional stalagmite, which shouldn’t have been possible on the dirt ground. He began to walk around, admiring this new found wonder. What was this place? How was it possible? Had humans been here before? The answer to this last question came in an unexpected way. A figure was crumpled on the ground, breathing steadily in the way that people do in deep sleep. Sing couldn’t see any part of the figure’s flesh as they were completely covered in clothing. He knelt down and turned them over, he could see that there was no lumps on the chest, meaning that they were a male. He prods the sleeping man and upon getting no response begins to sing. That was the normal thing to do after all~ Little did Sing know that singing was the way to wake the man on the floor. A witch’s curse was always easily breakable, the trick was to find out how to break it. Caelan stirred and his eyes opened. He tried to move and he immediately began to cramp up. He groaned in agony as all his muscles tightened uncontrollably. After being still for so long his muscles were unaccustomed to such sudden movement. Sing lightly pushes Caelan onto his back and begin to massage the cramps away. After a good half hour of this the cramps subside. Caelan turns his head to look at Master Sing, his memory only just beginning to return. He remembered the witch and the things she had said. He jerked up into a sitting position and punched Master Sing square in the face. Master Sing took the blow and stared at Caelan, not doing anything for half a second. Then he punches him back, right on the jaw. Caelan’s head rocks backwards and he scrambles to his feet, his hands up to launch any further punches. Master Sing calmly gets up and looks at him, Why did you punch me? He asks with a very confused expression. Caelan continues to stare at him. Do you understand me? CAN YOU HEAR ME!?! Sing asks, the second question was shouted at the top of his lungs. Caelan cringes, his eardrums unaccustomed to such noise. He nods his head and puts his hands down, obviously realizing that Master Sing was not a witch. He was too ugly to be one. Master Sing sighs and asks, Why do you not speak? Caelan shrugs and tries to say something. His voice came out raspy and dry, Water. Sing stares at him, ‘water’ didn’t explain why the dude didn’t speak. Sing came to a realization, the guy was stupid. He nods and says, Of course, ‘water’. I understand now. What is your name? Caelan stares at Master Sing, confused for a few seconds. Obviously Master Sing was missing a few chromosomes. Caelan decides that he would have to talk a bit more than he usually did. Caelan. Do you have any water? Master Sing shakes his head, No, my name isn’t Caelan, it is Master Sing. And yes, here is some water. He says before handing the water over, obviously thinking that the dude was not the full quid. Caelan raises an eyebrow beneath his mask and takes the water, he unzips a small piece of his mask, thus revealing some very pale lips. He raises the flask to his mouth and takes a sip, his teeth flashed as he did this. He corks the flask and hand it back over to Master Sing, Well Master Sing, I was saying that my name is Caelan, not yours. He says to him. Master Sing realizes now that there had been a misunderstanding. Ah. I see, sorry I thought you were a bit simple and called me ‘Caelan’. I am a rockstar by the way, do you happen to know where I could find a legendary guitar? He asks the vampire. Caelan however did not know what a guitar was and shook his head, [color=gray]What is this guitar you speak of? This is the witch’s lair, have you come to slay her?[/color] He asks. Master Sing laughs at this, A witch? What on earth are you talking about? I jumped into a whirlpool in the Bermuda Triangle and I randomly appeared here. Their conversation continued like this, eventually they began to understand what had happened. That Caelan had been frozen in his age and the world had progressed a few centuries. He doesn’t take this well, Raknar, Iri and Roy would all be dead if that was true, but did they destroy the witch? After a few more hours of talking they began to learn of each other’s worlds. Caelan began to understand that Master Sing was actually quite smart, just a little strange. Master Sing had never heard of Mythril and Caelan began to suspect that the witch had managed to succeed in destroying his home continent. He would have to check on this so he asked Master Sing to come with him and see what had become of his home. When they exited the cave Caelan fell to his knees. Mythril was… Well it had been turned into something hellish. The soil was black and dead, as if it had been burned. Mountains were reduced to rumble and lightning constantly lit up the red sky. It looked like hell, lava constantly erupted from random parts of the ground, creating massive rivers of the molten rock. In every direction there was no sign that life existed. Caelan had of course been segregated from Mythril’s normal society for being a vampire, but it was still his home and when someone’s home is destroyed they begin to feel lost, having no place to return to, no place to belong to. He did not cry though, Caelan hadn’t cried since his transformation from human to vampire. He stands and faces Master Sing, though his eyes couldn’t be seen behind his mask it was obvious that he was angry. His gloved hands were curled into tight fists and his aura was frightening. Master Sing saw this and decided against telling him to take a chill pill. He instead pats him on the shoulder and starts to sing. It was a song that spoke of loss, but also the wonders that the rest of the world had to offer. It calmed Caelan down a bit and his fists unclenched. Take me to your world. He says, wanting to leave this place, it was no longer his home. It was a dead thing, a forgotten thing, no longer filled with the magic it once contained. After these words Master Sing and Caelan felt a strange sensation, it was as if they were slowly fading away. Both of their visions went black and when it returned they found themselves in Greece. Master Sing immediately turns to Caelan, This is my world, I hope you can find some sort of appeasement here. But for now I will bid you farewell, hopefully we will meet again. Rock on dude. He says before raising his right hand to fist bump Caelan. Caelan does not know the action but mirrors it. Sing proceeds to give Caelan an awesome fist bump before leaving to go check out a music store. Caelan stares after him, Strange fellow… He thinks before walking away. Caelan was only 14 at this time, his age had been frozen when the witch had put her curse on him. So now he begins to explore this strange world, with its iPads and Blackberries, which weren’t berries at all. Little did he know that another witch birth was to take place in the following year… The Hunt (Lucifer O'Astora’s chapter) It was a few months after his awakening. He had travelled quite a bit in that time, managing to acquire a reputation; and not a good one at that. He had changed his attire after realizing that his clothes were quite frayed and tore easily. Caelan was now considered by many people as a threat. He was in search of an item that he had heard about and he was using any means necessary to acquire it. This item was a necklace known as the Erl D’Coute. An enchanted item that allowed vampires such as he to gain a powerful boost to their abilities. Caelan’s father had once been in possession of it, but this was many centuries ago and it had obviously survived Mythril’s destruction. It was rumoured to be in the hands of a rather powerful organization that specialized in hunting and killing dark beings. This organization was known as ‘Lovci’. Since vampires are in fact dark beings this meant that Caelan was on their hit list. He was known to them as ‘MascaΘi’ which means ‘The Masked’ in Romanian. Anyhow, Caelan was determined to find the Erl D’Coute as he wanted to make sure that the next time the witch was born he would be able to face her with increased strength. His goal was a benevolent one but the methods he used to achieve it were not. Apparently this world did not accept vampires either, he was treated as he was in Mythril, as a monster. Realizing this, Caelan knew he would have to employ different methods when dealing with people. He tried to hide the fact that he was a vampire but when he began to speak of the Erl D’Coute people would begin a line of questioning he couldn’t find a way around. These questions inevitably took a long time to ask and answer but he simply did not have the time to answer them. It was obvious that methods such as torture and killing were much more effective and wasted little time. So Caelan began to be known as a murderer, a torturer, a deadly vampire who employed malevolent methods to achieve his goal. He did deserve these titles and he did earn them, but not for the reasons that people thought. Nonetheless he was eventually proclaimed as a top class threat to society by Lovci. Thus began The Hunt. According to Caelan’s sources Lovci had signed a mutual agreement with another organization named ‘Hairs of the Sun’. They held the same goals as Lovci except they worked more with the idea of protecting people, rather than simply slaying every dark creature. The one who led The Hunt was known as Lucifer. An ironic name for someone who hunted dark beings. Lucifer was a member in Hairs of the Sun and apparently his prowess and unique powers set him apart from the rest of the organization. Caelan had always managed to escape before Lucifer and his hunting party could catch up to him, but there had been a few close calls which gave Lucifer motivation to continue onwards. Caelan was in short very annoyed by the persistent hunter. He had come close to retrieving the Erl D’Coute a few times but was always interrupted by Lucifer before he could get hold of it. He was a pest, and a pest needed to be eliminated. As such, Caelan decided to get rid of him as he was obviously not losing Caelan’s scent. So Caelan began to do things like intentionally nearly getting caught, pretending to be weakened, and also spying. He managed to get a good grasp of Lucifer and his party’s numbers. Lucifer seemed to be quite… Jolly, which was the only word that Caelan could think of to describe the hunter’s attitude. Especially when Caelan pretended to be weak and injured in their presence. This would encourage Lucifer, who would shout out to his men, Have faith in the Light gentlemen, for the creature draws near! Finally, after around a month of risky manoeuvres and bread crumbs, Caelan was ready to initiate his plan. It took place in a small trail through the mountains of Yugoslavia, the trail was large enough for two men abreast and Lucifer was at the forefront of the expedition. Even from where Caelan was sitting, he could see that Lucifer was encouraging his men to power through the rain and the cold of the storm. Caelan placed his mask upon his face and stood on the ledge, they were beneath him now, positioned exactly where they needed to be. He pulls a knife from his belt and then pricks a finger through his glove, he lets one droplet of blood patter on the ground to his right and similarly, one to his left. These blood droplets expanded until they were two medium sized pools of blood. The pools began to ripple and suddenly two beings leapt from them. They were Caelan’s bloodhounds. They had pale skin, were hairless and they possessed no eyes. Skin seemed to be stretched taut over their eye sockets. They also had very long fangs, perfect for ripping into flesh. Caelan mutters something under breath and the dogs leap off the ledge he was standing and rush down the mountain sides to the trail. As soon as Caelan began to hear the cries of the men and the disgusting sounds of tearing flesh, he made his move. He himself scrambled down the mountain face, albeit in a way so that the hunters would not see him. Suddenly, Caelan saw a flash of light and two yelps. After this there was a strange silence. All of this had happened in the space of around 4 seconds. Not a long time at all but due to the area being so clustered it had been easy for his bloodhounds to rip apart the enemies. Caelan made it to the trail and looked to see what had become of the bloodhounds and the hunters. Both his bloodhounds were dead but they had managed to take majority of the hunting party down with them. This wouldn’t have been achievable if they were not in such an enclosed space. Only two hunters remained, Lucifer and another man whose left arm ended in a bloody, fleshy stump. Obviously the hand had been torn off by one of the bloodhounds. This mean he was incapable of fighting and that Caelan was in reality only facing one opponent. Lucifer. The jolly hunter was still jolly, but he also looked irritated. He was covered in the blood and gore of his fellow hunters, his companions, possibly even his friends. Caelan stood unnaturally still, a mirror image of Lucifer. They eyed each other down, Caelan from behind his mask, Lucifer from behind a blank expression. You are a foul creature indeed. Tell me, can you not see the Brilliance of the Light, Vampire? The hunter finally says, his jolly tone still in effect. Caelan removes one glove and drags his knife across his palm. Blood spilled from it and he raised it so that it was across his body. He then whips it across in an arc, blood flew from the wound on his palm and something peculiar happened. It solidified as it left, forming a sharp slash of blood about a meter in length. It flew at Lucifer with exceptional speeds but Lucifer merely ducked his head slightly. The blood slash passed over him as it had been aimed at his skull. Lucifer then creates what looked to be a ray of light. He throws it at Caelan but the vampire responds with another blood slash that intercepts it. He then spins and follows up with a third blood slash at Lucifer’s torso. Lucifer throws a second ray of light to crash into it before it reached him. They now stand still once more, facing each other. The hunter and the hunted. Then something strange occurred, Caelan felt his entire body go rigid. The whistling of the wind stopped, in fact, he could hear no other sound except for his own breathing. He struggled to break his invisible bonds but try as he might he could not escape. Was this the work of his opponent? Surely not, no man could possibly possess such an ability. If that was true then it meant that it was the work of something else. A higher power. Caelan watched, as if in slow motion, Lucifer raising his hand. Caelan felt the presence of an object above him, but he couldn’t look up to see what it was. A few moments later he felt a tremendous piercing pain in his right shoulder. His bindings released and he fell to his knees, the object had been a sword. He groans and falls onto his side, the pain was incredible. Lucifer walks slowly over to him, his eyes were cold. Why? Why do you murder and torture? Does it give you satisfaction? Or is it merely because you are a monster? Caelan groans and rolls over onto his back, [b]You are wrong… I do it… I do it because I’m working towards the greater good. I’m trying to save… trying to save you. It is your fault, humanity’s fault that I have to murder. If you only accepted those… those that are different. You are the monster here, hear me out… I beg of you.[/b] After Caelan said this Lucifer responded without hesitation, I understand why many creatures resent the light, why they stay hidden in the dark, but why do you? We cannot let those who bring harm to keep doing so. What is all this murdering and torture to you? How does it help in achieving your goals, this Greater Good? Protecting me is not necessary, but speak up, pale one. Tell me what you know. Caelan began from the very beginning, Mythril, the witch, the reasons behind wanting the Erl D’Coute. Everything was explained. Lucifer listened quietly to this and when Caelan was finished with his story he said this, So you are the lesser of two evils.... but why should I trust you? What is the chance of you speaking the truth? Caelan sighs behind his mask, [b]For not all creatures born of the dark lie. I beg of you to see that my story is true.[/b] Lucifer knelt down, from his pocket he withdrew a necklace. Caelan’s eyes widened. It was the Erl D’Coute. How long had Lucifer possessed it? Was it always in his hands? I obtained it a few weeks ago. We managed to chase you away before you got it, ironic, right? So, if I give you this… Will the killing stop then? He asks, he had obviously decided to trust Caelan. Which was an extraordinary thing to do consider that Caelan had just murdered all his companions. Caelan nods once and Lucifer adds, I will give it to.... but only on a promise of you stopping with your wrongdoings, and that you come find me when the Witch Hunt comes around. The Heirs of the Sun will stand against this Witch. We cannot allow you alone to bring down such a threat to our world, your world now as well. He then puts the Erl D’Coute in Caelan’s pocket after Caelan promises to do as he said. Lucifer then holds his hand up and gathers light between his palms. It formed a sphere of light which his hands closed around, thus causing it to coat his palms with a warm radiance. He then places both his hands onto Caelan’s shoulder and the pain begins to fade. Lucifer was healing him. This caused Lucifer to smile for some reason. [b]I see… You are not as impure as I thought…[/b] He mutters to himself. After this process was finished he stood and turned his back on Caelan. Break this promise and I will hunt you down again. Oh, and to find me, just ask around for the Lightbringer O'Astora. Until then, Vampire, fare thee well.. He says just before Caelan passes out. The Second Witch Birth (Mamoru Sekai’s chapter) Creature… Murderer… Monster... Vampire… These words haunted him where ever he chose to go. After the events of The Hunt Caelan had lost all hope that the world would accept him. He chose to simply let it all go. He ignored the words of those who insulted him. He ignored the horrified looks of those who recognized him. He ignored the children’s cries of fear. He ignored the women who screamed when he walked past. He ignored it all behind the mask that he constantly wore. Somehow the mask was a barrier, something that took the dirt from his hands. It kept him innocent. Beneath the mask was a simple 16 year old vampire who meant no harm. Who wanted to protect the people that walked Earth. His mask protected him from their cries, their words, their screams and their expressions. He kept walking, the Erl D’Coute around his neck, strengthening him, reminding him of the task he had to do. Yes. That was all that mattered. To kill the witch. To kill the witch. To kill the- To kill- To kill. To kill. To kill. Because of this being his only thought and drive he had forgotten the promise he had made to the lightbringer. He was in Romania, where the signs of an impending witch birth was evident. He sat in the room of the hotel which he had booked. The receptionist had been too scared to refuse him. He had also threatened her so she did not tell anyone he was here. He removes his mask and turns it around so he saw his other self staring up at him. His Barrier. His Protector. A sudden droplet of water pattered onto the mask, it slowly rolled down the side and reached the edge where it desperately tried to hold on. But despite its efforts the tear fell, disappearing into the carpet. More patters. More tears clinging. And more tears falling. A strange sound escaped his throat, a strangled breath. What was it that so desperately forced this sob from him? Was is self-pity? Was it fear? Or was it something else? Something deeper? Isolation… Is a terrible thing. It is the worst type of pain that someone can feel. A voice said. Caelan’s head snapped up, looking for the source, his mask quickly returning to his face so as to cover up his innocence. The voice came from a man who sat in a chair positioned at the corner of the room. Greetings MascaΘi... How do I know? What else would force one of the most feared vampires to cry like so? He says in response to Caelan’s unasked question. Caelan stands from the bed and looks at this man, his short sword was already out and in his right hand, ready for use. The man stands from the chair and holds up a hand, Calm yourself MascaΘi, I am not here to harm you. I have heard of you of course, your deeds and your apparent quest. The quest to slay a witch. I am here to see if this is true, your goal that many believe to be a falsity. Caelan however was not one to trust so easily, not after what he had seen and heard. Not after the way every single damnable human on this earth had treated him. Why should this man want to hear his story? What was the reasoning behind it? Pure curiousity? Pity? Understanding? For all he was worth, Caelan could not work out why this man had come. He points his short sword at him and asks, [color=crimson]Your name?[/color] In a clear and yet also cold voice, it had changed over the past year. Becoming deeper and filled with hurt. The man smiles lightly to show good intentions and replies with, Mamoru Sekai. Talking was something that Caelan did rarely nowadays. But now he speaks with this man, this ’Sekai’. Caelan speaks of his goals and he soon began to realize that Sekai was genuine in his curiousity. He wanted to know, he wanted to help. ’Why?’ was still the question that Caelan wished to ask. However he felt no need to ask it just yet. They then began to speak of their past experiences, their stories. Caelan eventually sheathed his short sword and allowed Sekai to sit within two meters of him. Caelan was intrigued about Sekai’s story. He had never had a sibling so he didn’t know how to feel about the idea of Sekai having to kill his brother. Apparently he was now searching for his niece, a girl by the name of Yume. After both of them finished talking Caelan felt better then he had in a long time. I have a proposal. You help me slay the witch and I will help you search for Yume. Caelan says into the silence that had followed their end in conversation. Sekai thought this over for a few moments and nods, I suppose I could assist you in this witch slaying. You have a deal MascaΘi. Caelan shakes his head, It’s Caelan. The two shook hands to signify that they had reached an understanding. Sekai had disappeared for the night, allowing Caelan to sleep before the day came again. When the morning sun rose there was a strange aura in the air. Something was astir and Caelan had no doubts as to what it was. A witch was being born. Moments after Caelan exited the hotel Sekai appeared, ready for what was to come. They began their hike, the birth place of this witch was in the rough mountain terrains of Romania. The following hours resulted in much physical exertion, but it eventually payed off as they reached a large flat area of cliff that protruded over the land. The fall was devastatingly high if someone was to leap off the edge. Caelan had felt the tug of magic that a witch birth always delivered, and that tug had led Sekai and him right here. There was but one problem. Where is the witch? Sekai asks, his head turning to look around. The wind blew steadily, playing with the loose pieces of their clothing. A sudden sound could be heard, it was like metal on stone. The ground cracked around 50 meters away from the spot where Sekai and Caelan were standing, from it poured a thin stream of golden light. [b]It comes, ready yourself.[/b] Caelan says as he draws his knife. He felt the power of the Erl D’Coute pulsing through him, it sensed the magic of the witch. The crack widened and a scream could be heard from the crevice. A hand shot out of the crack, grasping the edge and trying to pull the rest of body that it belonged to out of its confinement. It succeeded in this task and the witch was born. It was just as Caelan remembered, a woman with milk white skin, golden hair, soft red lips. It wore white silks that concealed any genitals; even so, it was still quite a revealing outfit. The witch looks over at Sekai and Caelan, Oh? How rare for there to be a reception for me. Fledgling, you do not fail to impress. How did you break my spell, child? Perhaps your friend here was the one to do it~ The witch says. Caelan could not think of it as a ’she’, something so incredibly evil could only be referred to as an ’it’. Caelan wastes no time in talk, he instead draws his knife across his hand. Thus cutting himself, but there was purpose in this action of course. He whips his hand across his body in an arc, blood sprays from the cut in his hand and forms a 1 meter long slash of blood that solidified as it left his flesh, it travelled at impressive speeds towards the witch. But the witch merely waved a hand and a shade burst from the ground. It was simply a man-shaped mass of shadow but it intercepted the blood slash and burst into mist with a terrible cry of agony. More shades began to appear and moved to attack both Caelan and Sekai. Caelan sent two more slashes of blood at the shades, one hit and the other missed. He sheathed his knife and drew his short sword, ready to get up close and personal with the shades. But he did not need to as Sekai made 8 orbs appear, they were a bluish colour and circled Sekai in a clockwise manner. He took only around 16 seconds to do this but the shades had stopped moving towards them. They were looking at the orbs curiously, as was the witch. Then one of the orbs shot out lightning, the lightning slammed into a shade and turned it to mist. All 7 of the remaining orbs did the same, each one miraculously managed to hit a shade and by the time they were all gone there was only one shade left. This shade made a futile attempt to attack but Caelan drove it through with his sword. The witch laughed, I see~ Elemental based magical orbs. Very interesting. Fine, I will play with you as a reward for letting me see this unique power. She then splays her hand and a huge vine around 2 meters in diameter erupts from the ground, it was a good 20 meters in length and whipped around at incredibly fast speeds. It darted forward at Sekai, looking to crush him with its heavy mass but Sekai was already moving out from underneath its looming shadow. It smashed into the ground where Sekai had just been standing and began to rise up again. Sekai had however already created two fire orbs, one was used on the vine, instantly beginning to burn it. The other was directed towards the witch itself, who erected an invisible barrier that rendered the attack useless as the fire spell slammed against it. Caelan had already made his move in this time. Where Caelan once stood was something completely different. It was a monster. The monster was Caelan in his feral vampire form. His skin had grown pale and his mucles taut and lean. There was hardly any muscle mass on his torso and the skin was very tight there, resulting in the ribcage, collarbone and spine protruding. His teeth had grown into extremely sharp fangs and his hands and feet had been replaced with claws. His eyes, ears and nose had disappeared, smooth skin replacing them. He was also completely hairless and his genitals were non-existent. His legs possessed powerful muscles and he moved on all fours. He launched himself with insane speeds at the witch. Who quickly sent a shadow his way, but Caelan managed to dodge the projectile attack with ease. He then reached the witch and lashed out with a claw. The witch however had a defence for even this, she created a glowing ball of gold while Caelan rushed at her. Just before he reached her she released the ball. It exploded, bathing the area in a golden light. Sekai covered his eyes and when he opened them again he saw Caelan lying on his back, he had returned to his previous form, his clothes mysteriously intact; as if they had just reappeared. Caelan was lying unnaturally still and the witch picked his limp body up in her arms. She smiled malevolently at Sekai, who was preparing another orb. But the witch did not wait around for Sekai’s attack, instead she dived down into the crack from whence she had appeared. The crack close behind her and Sekai was left alone. He didn’t find out what happened to Caelan until a year later. That is however a tale yet to be told. Sekai’s role in this chapter ends here. The witch took Caelan to a place where he could once again remain in slumber until she had need of him. The time was not right for her plans to hatch, she would patiently wait for her chance. She once again sent Caelan to sleep and left him in a resting place. No dreams. No thoughts. No feelings. No emotion. No anything. The witch’s curse was tranquil. Nothing happened, it was as if nothing existed and nothing would exist. But from this nothingness there was sudden life. A single solitary sound. Then silence. And silence is alas… a thing. Provenance Before the witches, Mythril thrived as a wealthy and rarely conflicting continent. It was perhaps the only place on Earth at the time that did not have different provinces warring over territory and other resources. The respective leaders all had a general understanding of the goals they each wanted to achieve and they ruled with the intention of helping each other. The world would have done good to learn from them, Mythril could be described as a utopia. If it wasn’t for the underlying discrimination that will always exist in civilisation. Those that were different would be segregated away from normal society, as such the people of Mythril tried to conform and become as ‘normal’ as possible. Caelan was of a household that belonged to the name of Pjantro. He was a bastard of the house, his father having had an affair with another woman, which resulted in his birth. As a result of this he was unfairly hated by his father’s wife. In this time divorce was rare and frowned upon so even those who had an affair could simply brush it off as a small bump in a relationship that didn’t really matter. After all, marriage was more of a financial bond in this time than anything. Though there was marriages born of love, they were far and wide. Caelan was not given his father’s surname of Pjantro, instead he went nameless. This was the foreshadowing of his future events. Caelan the nameless, Caelan the bastard, Caelan the unwanted. That is what his halfsiblings would call him. He felt no love for them and they felt no love for him. A mutual dislike for each other would be best to describe this relationship. There was three of them, two girls and a boy. All of them were older than himself. They took this as an invitation to hurt and bully him into doing whatever they wanted. His father was the only one who demonstrated love for Caelan; he would not call him a bastard, he would call him a son. He would not hurt him, he would pat him on the shoulder encouragingly. He stuck up for him and told the others off for bullying. Caelan loved his father but that was only a small positive in a world of negative. Even so, the smallest positive can make a difference. There was rift appearing in Mythril, tension was rising between two of the provinces’ leaders. The Sultan of Afrique had accused the Jarl of Urkul that they had sent threatening messages to members of the Sultan’s court. The Jarl denied these accusations at once and demanded the evidence to back the accusations up. Little did both sides know that a third party with the intention of causing destruction had been planting seeds of deceit among both the Urkul and Afrique courts. Next came accusations of espionage, though these accusations held truth to them as both parties had begun to feel distrust and resent towards one another. Over time the rift grew larger and Mythril was on the brink of war. Caelan had reached the age of 13, he was a secluded and conservative person, always opting for the passive way out of things. His family life had not changed, except for the fact that he simply avoided his halfsiblings, apart from one of them. The youngest of them, Mikayla, who was still a year older than Caelan, had felt sorry for her half-brother and would often talk with him without the other two noticing. A small relationship blossomed between the two and they began to spend more time together, playing catch and hide and go seek in the late afternoon after their studies had been finished. The other two were more focused on their studies so they didn’t play with Mikayla that often anymore, meaning there was little danger she would be caught playing with Caelan. They were innocent and ignorant of the political stress that their continent faced. Finally the tension was unleashed in the form of a massive war. Mythril was divided into two, provinces either joined Urkul or Afrique, and if they didn’t wish to join the war then they were more or less forced into it. Caelan lived in a small province known as Yulg. Yulg had been forced onto the side of Urkul as it was surrounded on all sides by provinces belonging to the Alliance of Urkul. Caelan’s father was forced to join the army, as was Caelan’s half-brother, who was 19. By some unknown magic, most likely belonging to the one who had created the original stress between the two provinces, a witch was born. This was the first time in 50 centuries that this had happened. It had become possible because of the massive numbers of dead and the incredible amount of hostile magic being used. Mythril became riddled with conflict, death was common, betrayal was abundant, pillaging and rape was the norm. Caelan’s somewhat peaceful world was disrupted and replaced with a world that was covered in the gruesome shades of blood. Caelan’s household had been overrun by enemy soldiers and he had managed to escape, Mikayla hadn’t been so lucky. She was most likely being passed around by the soldiers. The thought made him stop in his tracks, he looked back at the burning mass of wood that had been his home. He had to save her, she would be terrified and rightfully so. Caelan may have been scared as well but courage could only be possible when someone felt fear. So he ran back to his home, desperate to save Mikayla. When he reached it he saw his half-sister being raped, just as he had feared. Her screams were agonizing, the look in her eyes made him want to crumble and blow away in the wind. But something overcame him, complete and utter fury. They were hurting one of the only people who had acknowledged him, he didn’t know where his father was and he wouldn’t let these monsters take away the only other person who had cared for him. His fury twisted around inside him, it was black, writhing and alive. It screamed for the chance to feel the blood of its enemies. It desired to hear the screams of those who hurt his sister. In this moment Caelan felt a small presence inside him, Take this power young one, kill those who hurt you. Destroy those who oppose you. Become strong. Become courageous. Become a challenger. Suddenly Caelan felt power pulse through him. He would never be able to say exactly what happened in the moments that followed. All he could recall was screaming and something crimson coating the ground and himself. Possibly blood. He stood over his half-sister, she was crumpled on the floor, her breathing was shallow, she whimpered occasionally and her cheeks were stained with tears. He knelt beside her and placed a blood-covered hand on her cheek, his own tears watering the ground. Mikayla? He asks. His call goes unanswered as the battered and abused girl breathed her final breath. Caelan howled, furious in his failure to protect. Furious at the unjustness of the world. Furious at himself. Furious at the one who had caused this all. Yes… Come… Come and find me… I am the one who cause the death of your sister. You will know where to reach me, I have given you power. Use it. The voice says. His anger is renewed and he begins his trek to find this voice. The war was ongoing but he ignored it; if anything, the confusion helped him. He managed to gather three others who would be able to help him destroy this voice. Which he had discovered to be a witch through his journey. All throughout his travel he was treated as a ‘thing’, as a ‘monster’, as something ‘unwanted’. Caelan began to understand how prejudice worked, it was a great time saver, as it allowed people to form opinions without first getting the facts. People assumed he was malevolent because of his power, which had turned out to be vampirism. In reality he was trying to save them all from a deadly threat that aimed for the destruction of Mythril and the world. Because they did not help him in his quest, because they made it difficult for him, because there was only three people that could stand him, Mythril would face complete and utter annihilation. The witch had gotten too strong, Caelan had reached the age of 14 before he was able to face her. The battle ended poorly, as you already know. Caelan was defeated, then revived, then defeated once more. He will be revived again, but his allegiances will change, and not because he had a choice, but because he will be forced to. The witch will rise, and when she does there will have to be a group of those who have to rebel against her. Whether they choose to forgive Caelan for the decisions he will be forced to make is up to them. Let us see if prejudice is still something that most people have ingrained inside them. The time has come for your stories to become entwined with Caelan’s. Let us hope it comes to a better end. Additional Information: This character was made for a different club (Hasn't actually been posted there yet) so there is some characters involved in the bio that have no relevance to this club. Even so they will not have any affect upon this rp. |
WymsicalNov 14, 2015 3:06 PM
| Name: Yuza Seno Age: 19 Birthday: December 25 Species: Ghoul Gender: Female Appearance Description: Personality Description: She's a very cheerful person, but can get serious if she needs to. She'll help her sister out if she's in trouble, but likes to not be clingy and let her do her own thing. In some stuff, she can be rather ditsy or just too innocent for her own good when it comes to stuff...mature related. Powers: Primary Power: Blade Run- Her whole body turns into half-blade, with her arms turning into two long blades as hard as diamond. However, the weight of these blades doesn't stop her from running at an enemy and attacking with excellent control of the said blades. Auto-Power: Koukaku Team Powers: This is decided when you find a partner. Biography: Will be revealed later. Additional Information: |
LeCroweNov 14, 2015 7:29 AM
| Name: Yuzila Seno Age: 19 Birthday: December 25 Species: Ghoul Gender: Female Appearance Description: Personality Description: She is quite the tease and can be very fun to be around. She can be playfully serious when needed and will help her sister whenever. She likes being around her sister, but is often seen wandering around without her. Powers: Primary Power: Hacker's Interface- She can create a solid holographic image after scaning over someone or something's body with her hacking wand that can be remotely controlled. An example of this is when she used her void to copy a doppleganger of herself. When the image is destroyed, it disappears into code and returns to her wand. She can only use it on 3 things or people at a time and the item can't be heavier than 200 pounds. If she copies a character, their power doesn't copy over as well. (But weapons, like swords, do.) Auto-Power: Bikaku Team Powers: This is decided when you find a partner. Biography: Will be revealed in RP. Additional Information: |
LeCroweNov 14, 2015 7:28 AM
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| Name: Lilina Ostia Age: 31 Birthday: 9/30 Species: elf Gender: female Appearance Description: Personality Description: she is a kind girl who appears to be lost in her own little world most of the time. She is usually afarid of new people and tends to give them the slient treatment if apporached alone. Powers: Auto-Power: Healing Biography: |
Shitsuji-CartyNov 14, 2015 8:17 PM
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| Name: Fuyumi Connors Age: 32 Birthday: 05/12 Species: ECN-Humans Gender: Female Appearance Description: Personality Description: Due to her past, she is very cold and distant with people. She's more of a book worm than anything, along with other stuff that doesn't talk back to her. The friends she make are just pawns to her: using them to further herself in life. Powers: Object Creation I- She can construct any item or weapon in the palm of her hand, but the more complex it is, the longer it takes to form. Also, she must know how the object is build and how it works or it won't come out right. Secondary: Copy and Paste- She can give up her mobility to create a copy of herself. This clone, however, shows the true nature of Fuyumi. Team Powers: n/a Biography: She's just your average girl who lived in a normal household, but bullying made her into a loner and a book worm. When she discovered her power, she became very cynical and a dark person, getting revenge on bullies and began using people for fun. She eventually got bored of normal people and needed a change of setting. Update: |
Shitsuji-CartyNov 17, 2015 9:50 PM
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| I noticed you don't have an auto power. Do you not want one? |
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| Name: Kagome Bellimier Age: 18 Birthday: 11-4 Species: harpie Gender: Female Appearance Description: Personality Description: Kagome is a very straight forward person, she isnt shy and doesnt back down, she's got a bad temper. If you ever get in a fight with this girl prepare to lose because she knows how to kick ass. She is slightly aggressive and it a take charge kinda person, but only when people are in dire need of it. Her hard ass persona aside kagome is a very sweet girl, the kind that will help a little old lady cross the street without a second thought. She is very over-protective of the people she cares about. Kagome has a habit of saying “shut up” Or “”go to hell” whenever someone asks her questions on something she doesn’t know or understand or embarrass her. She has a great fondness for anything sweet. Kagome is shown to be highly intelligent as she has gotten a perfect score on every exam and is talented in Physical Education in her previous school. Powers: Fire Magic A powerful fire dragon comes out of her staff that attacks the opponent. The Dragon uses techniques like fire blast (a blast of fire). She, along with the dragon, can create, shape, and manipulate fire. She and her dragon become stronger when in contact with Fire. The Dragon can also create fire shields and fire portals that can make her transport places that she has already been. The dragons is (normal dragon heigh and weigh x.x) and cant be further than 5 miles From Kagome strong against Fire and electric users and super weak against water/ice users Heeling Flame She can self heel small wounds on her body and to some extent bigger wounds but it takes more time Auto-Power: Harpies can naturally fly and have sharp claws Biography: when was born she had a very energetic and happy childhood. she had the love of both her parents and they where financial stable. they lived in the wealthy part of Paris where she was born and raised. but then one night everything changed. her father was brutally assassinated before her and her mother. this left her and her mother in a wrecked state and it ruined there financial life. they had no choose but to move to Japan where they can get the aid of kagome’s grandmother. Everything just went downhill from there. her mother started to abuse alcohol in order to forget the painful memories which caused her to lose her mind. she then started abusing alice, this lasted for two years. Kagome Summed up the courage to call the police and her mother is now getting treatments for her problems. |
ZenoNov 17, 2015 5:12 PM
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| @Sakura Could you go slightly into more detail with your character? Also, your fire wall could be a sub-ability to your first power if you want. |
| @sakura like how long the dragon will be out, how far it can go from her, can it be defeated or extinguished? and like cro- I mean Neko said, you can create a few more sub abilities for "Fire Magic" if you want when you move the Fire wall to it. Also she does not have an Auto power. It's not mandatory but if you could think of something for a harpy then you can add that to the auto power thread. |
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| Thanks guys I tried my best to re edit it |
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| @Sakura okay now she is a little too strong. The fire portals will have to go since they can be considered a power in themselves with the dragon. Maybe you can keep the portals if you limit the amount of portals to 2 and she can only return to those two spots after a 5 post cd. I'm guessing its a real life dragon summoning then and not a dragon entirely made of flame can you specify which it is? Also can you specify if its a snake like dragon or a drake like dragon? after that we can move on to the next part of your power. Also her auto power makes her almost impossible to hit by normal means and she could just slowly kill her enemies with her magic. You can fly while out-of-battle but once in-battle that ability will be taken away, okay? |
ZenoNov 17, 2015 7:38 PM
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| thanks for helping me Zeno I really do suck with the power part of creating a character x.x I'll defiantly get to fixing but I object on her not flying cause she is a harpie, it wouldn't make sense so maybe I can make her a little less strong but able to fly? |
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Shitsuji-Carty said: Approved!Name: Fuyumi Connors Age: 32 Birthday: 05/12 Species: ECN-Humans Gender: Female Appearance Description: Personality Description: Due to her past, she is very cold and distant with people. She's more of a book worm than anything, along with other stuff that doesn't talk back to her. The friends she make are just pawns to her: using them to further herself in life. Powers: Object Creation I- She can construct any item or weapon in the palm of her hand, but the more complex it is, the longer it takes to form. Also, she must know how the object is build and how it works or it won't come out right. Secondary: Copy and Paste- She can give up her mobility to create a copy of herself. This clone, however, shows the true nature of Fuyumi. Team Powers: n/a Biography: She's just your average girl who lived in a normal household, but bullying made her into a loner and a book worm. When she discovered her power, she became very cynical and a dark person, getting revenge on bullies and began using people for fun. She eventually got bored of normal people and needed a change of setting. Update: |
| Name: Michelle Samantha Iwa or as she likes to be called Mish Age: 17 Birthday: 9th of November Species: ECN-Humans Gender: Female Appearance Description:  She has blue hair and red eyes she like to wear her black gloves too.Personality Description: She is very quiet but oh can she be feisty. Her parents died when she was 3 but she had her older brother. Due to this she can sometimes go a bit insane but lets not mind that.. Michelle like a lot of things normally technology she likes how it can so easily advance, in just a few months. Being probably one of the most sweetest people you can ever meet, she will help you any way she can. Powers: Insanity Transformation: Michelle is normally level headed and is good at keeping it that way but sometimes she just lets loose and becomes kind of like Harley Quinn as she becomes obsessed with the first person she sees in this transformation. Her phone can turn into a hammer in this state too. Of course these affects wear off, after she becomes calm again. Weaker: She can cry acid, it does not affect her as she produced the acid but she can collect this acid and throw on people, it will damage them quite a bit. She has to cry 7 times before she gets enough to throw on people. Auto-Power: This is the power, unique to your species. You can see what powers you can apply here in the AP thread. Team Powers: N/A Biography: Michelle's parents died when she was 3. You might think she was lonely but her big brother Mitchel who would always bug her and normally acted younger then his age. He was 5 years older then her. They lived on the streets for a while, maybe a few months. They found their way to an adoption agency, they felt so lucky to get there. Michelle and Mitchel both were adopted by a caring couple, they were named Angelica and Steven. They all shared amazing memories together, 9 years later Steven died and Angelica put Mitchel and Michelle in an adoption center. She said she kept seeing Steven when she looked at them and always teared up when she looked at them. The rest Michelle can't remember, she thinks she was kidnapped, or was hypnotized she does know one thing, Mitchel wasn't with her when she regained consciousness. Where is Mitchel is the question. |
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| Name: Lisbeth Von Stahm Age: 34 Birthday: 24th of April Species: ECN-human Gender: Female Appearance Description: Lisbeth has a tall, hourglass figure. She has blue eyes and long, thick, strawberry blonde hair tied in two pigtails. She is 177 cm high and weighs 50kg[/b] Personality Description: Lisbeth is a nice but strange girl due to her multiple personalities. The ones she has are: sickening cuteness, severe depression, clinical sophistication, haughty superiority and her nice personality. She also tends to switch between these "moods" oftenly and tends to imitate other peoples' expressions. Powers: Ice Cutter She has a special scythe that is used for ice attacks. She has various skills to use with this 1. Icy spikes: she slashes her scythe into the ground making 4 ice spikes in a row emerge from the ground. These can go through something made out of wood. Has a 6 post cooldown 2. Icy grounds: she sticks the tip of her scythe into the ground making an ice field with a radius of 50 meters. Her boots are specialized so she can skate over the ice without slipping on it. 13 post cooldown 3. Icy slash: She slashed her scythe making some ice dust come out. The dust can freeze something made from wood and stone and will make iron ice cold. Does no damage though, it's a pure crowd controll spell. 8 post cooldown Auto-Power: Increased agility Team Powers: This is decided when you find a partner. Biography: Lisbeth was born in Germany, Berlin. She was born as the twin of a girl named Adriana. At the moment she was born, Lisbeth had the feeling as if something was wrong, something wrong with herself. As if her birth wasn't supposed to happen but it still did. Until the age of 14 she attended a high school but graduated early because she wanted to start a modeling career. A modeling career in Japan to be precise. She was always amazed by the culture of the country and decided to become an idol there. She moved to Japan with her twin sister and she began her career at an agency where she immediatly was hired after her auditions. She became a very famous idol in Japan and went on like this till the age of 18. Her sister in the mean time was taking a military cursus and became a guerilla. When she came back from Afrika on Lisbeth's birthday, Lisbeth killed her. She wasn't sure why, but she just felt like it was the right thing to do. She commited the murder with the new powers she developed. She developed a multiple personality disorder and now goes to Ace in order to learn how to use her power. And also to find new friends. She got into a relationship with a guy called Akimoto, but because of his love for another girl, he broke up with Lisbeth. This enraged her and she would always hate him for it. But after this she met Mox, a great guy who really cared for her. She instantly fell in love with him and he got engaged with her. She soon luckily got a tour planned and went around the world to give concerts. She bought a nice house somewhere in Norway at the coast where she would spend her years together with Mox and they also married here. But after 15 years she heard about a city called Egoist City. And the major was her ex. She decided to give him a nice welcome. With that... she means kick him in the face. She went there and now is in search of Akimoto Additional Information: She is married to Mox Detos and lives in the Yamashita mansion with him |
MadTsunTsunNov 19, 2015 12:26 PM
| I'm merely a deredere, tsundere, devidere, yandere, kudere and all dem other dere's :3 |
| Approved. |
| Name: Mox Detos Age: 31 Birthday: October 31st Species: Wolf Appearance Description: Personality Description: There's something wrong with Mox, but precisely what that something is might be impossible to discern. Aside from being violent and angry, which could be attributed to his traumatic childhood, Mox also exhibits paranoia, hears "voices" occasionally, and swings wildly between despair and begging his opponents to "put him out of his misery" to being a ranting near-psychotic with a God complex. Perhaps the closest diagnosis would be Borderline personality disorder, but Mox doesn't fit well into any diagnostic criteria. Powers: Resistance of a Madman- He can take a few punches...well, a lot of them, but he keeps on standing. Some say that his nerve endings may be messed up, causing this, but he treats it like a power. Fire and Icy Brass Knuckles- Simply, brass knuckles that can make the opponent feel cold on impact, making them shiver and giving Mox a better opportunity to land punches OR burn anything it touches, making him able to land fiery blows. Auto-Power: Rage Team Powers: This is decided when you find a partner. Biography: He grew up in low-income housing and was even homeless a few times. His mother worked as a prostitute—who was frequently abused by her clients—to put food on the table, while his father is in prison. He was also in a band with Akimoto and Kurokawa called Laughing Skulls, but Aki moved away. He was forced to sell drugs in high school, had his baby cousin taken away from him by child protective services, and dropped out of high school at age sixteen. By chance, he gained the power of resistance and Fire/icy brass knuckles, so he caught a ride to Marina City to enroll. There, he met a hot chick which he smashed a couple of times and married. With Akimoto giving them a place to stay in his manor, they went to Egoist City. Additional Information: |
| Name: Jack Age: 24 Birthday:it is unknown to anyone Species: he's an elf Gender: self explanatory. Male Appearance Description His attire when he is around strangers http://bestfashion4.me/612/anime-hoodies.jpg His attire when he's on a job to steal something https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/38/ba/81/38ba819edfba8b7e45a37c4d62480cca.jpg His appearance when around people he trusts https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/84/99/82/849982d5f2f6d5caa97bade414723f7c.jpg Personality Description: Cold Aggressive when needed Kindhearted Loves a good drink Power His stronger power is his shadow blade in which he forms a blade from the shadows His weaker is his ability to turn invisible and he cam touch one thing and turn that invisible as well (2 posts) 10 posts cooldown Also quick note for his powers they cant be combined together And his invisibility deactivates when he has the intention of attacking someone (he can pick up weapons but he can't fight while invisible ) Auto-Power Healing property Team Powers: Biography: His bio will be revealed as I rp with him Additional Information: he's a thief |
SleeplessVampireNov 22, 2015 2:25 PM
| Jack Approved |
| Zenπ |
| Name: Miniya and Nyishe Kuruta Age: both 20 as they are twins Birthday: 28th of November Species: ghouls Gender: Females Appearance Description: Miniya has shorter brown hair with a slim figure who wears lots of cute clothing and has brown eyes. Nyishe is as tall as Miniya but looks different for the rest. She has longer white hair reaching to just over shoulders and has red eyes. She wears a lot of hoodies and jogging pants Miniya: Nyishe: Personality Description: Miniya is a very nice and king girl and people would say she sometimes is a bit too nice. She doesn't like to get into fights and mostly likes to let loose and hang out with friends. Nyishe on the other hand is a cold and dumbfound girl who loves to provoke people to get to fight them. Even when there is a fight going on between 2 other people she'll just join in Powers: Miniya wields the power of nature. She has special dust which she can sprinkle on top of plants in order to manipulate them. The dusts also revives dead flowers. The biggest she can manipulate is a tree of 3 meters high. The plants to exceptional damage and return to their original form after 10 posts. Max is 4 plants and one plant can not be re manipulated for 15 posts after it returned to it's original phase Nyishe has 2 gloves which she can use to manipulate her body's max strength up to 300%. But at 200% or higher it will hurt her with at 300 doing a one hit to a target but it will make her lose a limb for 3 (real) days. Auto-Power: Both the tail thingies (bikaku right?) Team Powers: This is decided when you find a partner. Biography: (I will write this later as I am planning on probably making this very big) Additional Information: Even though they are so different, they still love each other very much and they won't take sorry as an excuse when their counter part gets hurt or insulted |
| I'm merely a deredere, tsundere, devidere, yandere, kudere and all dem other dere's :3 |
| @MTT Approved. |
| Name: Sin Age: 26 Birthday: what gives you the right to know he usually says when asked Species: cyborg Gender: male Appearance Description:  Personality Description: Kind Caring Good-hearted Friendly Loves a good drink and a good fight Powers: Angels redemption A golden sword appears and a halo appears above his head and his speed and strength is doubled Angels wings Golden wings appear and he is able to fly for 10 posts but he cant fight as he's flying Auto-Power: Enhanced strength Team Powers: This is decided when you find a partner. Biography: it will be revealed in the rp All I'll tell is that his creator made it so he resembled an angel |
SleeplessVampireNov 23, 2015 9:28 AM
Sin Approved! |
| Zenπ |
| Name: Morco Age: 19 Birthday: nov: 3 Species: Ecn: Human Gender: Male Appearance Description:  height: 6.5, weight: 180lb.Personality Description:he likes to talk, smoke, and kick anyone who interrupts him in the face. Powers: Smoke scythe: He can turn any type of smoke into a scythe that can be only used by him. cigarette healing: He heals when he smokes also making him immune from the dangers of smoking. (1 post from cuts and scratches and bruises, Thee posts if moderate wounds. Ten for broken bones to life threatening wound) Auto-Power: *This is the power, unique to your species. You can see what powers you can apply here in the AP thread.* Team Powers: Increased Agility Biography: Being a man who wanted to play a piano and find the special woman he always has dreamed of. Morco set out with only five dollars in his pocket. He went to Egoist City to start off and played the piano in restaurants and bars singing a few songs as well and playing with other bands. he now lives in an apartment and making a living off of working at bars and restaurants and weddings. Additional Information: he can sing any song likes apples and knows how to fight. |
| "I will fight for my kingdom, I will not retreat, i will stand my ground, and fight to my last breath, let this be remembered in history as the day the knights of the Grey raven stood their ground against impossible odds. Stand by me my brothers and show your honor to the king!" knights of the Raven Finale stand. None survived but neither did the enemy. |
| Name: Yuki Sonohara Age: 18 Birthday: June 23 Species: she's a cat girl Gender: female Appearance Description:  She's only a light 90 pounds And she's 5 feet tall Personality Description: she has multiple personalities Normal Yuki Hair color in The picture Kind Caring And friendly __________________ Dangerous Yuki Her hair turns orange Loves to fight Loves to climb high buildings she loves to drink alcohol and compete in drinking games ____________________________________________________________ Tsundere Yuki Her hair turns red Does it really need an explanation? ____________________________________ Pervy Yuki Shes a pervert Not afraid to show it Doesn't really care if anyone sees her without clothes but she has one rule "no touching" she says _______________________________________ Slutty Yuki Her hair turns pink She only appears in the red light district so I won't describe it here _______________________________________________________________________ Fearless Yuki Hair turns black Brave Courageous Loves to protect others and has a good sense of justice Not afraid to die for a good cause ____________________________________ Sadistic Yuki Her hair turns a dark blue No explanation needed Powers: Stronger Her entire body is engulfed in blue flames and she is able to create and control blue flames Weaker She can turn into a cat Auto-Power: Rage Team Powers: Biography: she was created in a lab where her creator created her for the sole purpose of abusing her then one day he tried to rape her but she refused to let him so he hit her this caused her other personalities to come out the first being her sadistic personality She killed him the sadistic personality is the only one she knows of and she left the man's home any signs of abuse from him were gone she doesn't know about her other personalities Additional Information: She loves pocky sticks and new things |
SleeplessVampireNov 24, 2015 8:41 AM
Morco Approved Yuki Sonohara Approved Sleepless please fix the pic so I can add them to the character profiles. I can't see it. |
| Zenπ |
| Name: Jason Grey Age: 22 Birthday: 5th January Species: Ghoul Gender: Male Appearance Description: * Brown hair -Details not included in picture- *He sometimes wears glasses. *You normally see him with headphones. Personality Description: He is caring and kind, he likes to act younger then is actual age as he feels like a kid at heart. Jason is also very charismatic and friendly. Powers: Strong power: Speed is Key: Jason punches and kicks 3x faster then most people. There is a downside though, that is that he weakens a bit so in the long run has less defense. Weak power: Match maker: He can create matches and make them do certain things. Example: Burn people (like regular matches) & freeze people. That's all really. Auto-Power: Jason is able to turn into a Ghoul, he doesn't enjoy it but he has to in some certain situations. Team Powers: N/A Biography: Jason was best friends with Mitchel Iwa, Michelle Iwa's brother. Then suddenly the Iwa family disappeared, he honestly has no idea where they went. He carried on with his life, one day he ran away he regrets this so much. Jason misses many people but he is very charismatic so he can easily make new friends. Additional Information: Likes chocolate and technology. Note- He will be the caretaker of Michelle. |
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Jason Grey Approved |
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| Name: Fiona Roy Age: 23 Birthday: June 10th Species: ECN-Human Gender: Female Appearance Description: Personality Description: She is a kind girl who trapped herself in a city of no escape. She Has strong convictions and seem fearless but that is only a facade. She is actually terrified of what might happen to her and anyone she may grow to love/like. She hates being out of the loop and always fights for whatever side she thinks is good. She tends to connect to people rather quickly especially considering her power. Powers: Spirit Caller: She can take weapons out of people and use them to fight. Each weapon is unique to each person. The person who she takes the weapon from is completely vulnerable for one post. She is also vulnerable for the same post. She needs to reach into the person's chest to pull out the weapon. Once she reaches the person's chest they are both in the vulnerable stage. It will operate like so. She: reaches for chest Person: Vulnerable when hit. She: Vulnerable when taking out Person: can move again Harm to the weapon does nothing to the person who it came from. Weapons are permanent until battle is over or are destroyed. Weapons can be destroyed using normal means of destroying weapons. Dropping a weapon can also dismiss this. Weapons can only taken out of each person once per battle. She can only have one weapon out at a time. The Weapon that is created is sole based on the person she is pulling it out of. Each weapon will be different and have different properties based on each person.They could be enchanted by an element or extend into a two-handed sword. It solely depends on the person. Each time she pulls a weapon out of a person it will be updated here. Weapons: Auto-Power: Increased Agility Team Powers: *This is decided when you find a partner.* Biography: All she really know is that her Grandparents had great powers and were very strong. She has no idea who her parents are but she does think that they may be somewhere in Egoist city. Her sense of Justice keeps her distracted however. Additional Information: She does not know what kind of weapon she will get even though it is already predetermined. The weapons she pull out are weightless to her. She will be updated with each new character. |
ZenoNov 30, 2015 8:58 AM
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| WIP [spoiler] Name: Himura Shizuka Age: 19 Birthday: 1st December Species: ECN-Human Gender: Female Appearance Description: Eye color: Normally black, but can change based on her status skin color: Light, a bit pale clothing style: Oddly wears a uniform, sometimes wears a kimono hair: Black, long height:169cm  Personality Description: Calm, if not stoic, because of her past Shizuka is often reserved and gloomy. She often approaches things rationally and is ruthless when fighting. Calculating and cool headed, she's considered a sort of tactical genius. When she drowns in bloodlust, she is overcome with lust, ecstasy and desire for blood, making her essentially a ruthless bloodthirsty monster. Powers: Stronger: Blade of Blood Weaker: Blood of the Demon Auto-Power: Increased Agility Team Powers: *This is decided when you find a partner.* Biography: *However much you need to tell us about your character's past. You can do this in paragraphs or bullet points.* Additional Information: |
HarukaDec 1, 2015 10:16 AM
| Name: Nayu Age: 25 Birthday: . June 5th Species: she is a Cyborg Gender: female [b]Appearance Description:[/b[ She's 120 lbs  Personality Description: She's kind Caring Gentle Curious often Friendly Powers: She can control electricity and use it to determine how fast she moves and how fast she strikes (energy is also channeled through her sword ) Only 20 mph She can change the shape of her weapon(weaker) she can make a giant sword such as Xenovia's and that's it Auto-Power: Advanced hand-eye coordination Team Powers: *This is decided when you find a partner.* Biography: Will reveal in rp but I'll tell you a little bit She created Sin and she turned herself into a cyborg as the idea of cyborgs interested her that much Additional Information: She's bisexual |
SleeplessVampireNov 28, 2015 11:05 AM
Nayu Approved |
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| Name: Kohei Tsucgimoto Age: 19 Birthday: 5th of March Species: ECN-Human Gender: Male Appearance Description: quite short and under developed with a height of 140cm and still looks quite young for his age, he has his brown hair which are dread locks, he normally wears a black tank top with a hoodie over his head and when he is doing something illegal or bad he puts on a skeleton face mask, his holsters for his sawn offs are located on both of his leg up near the hip and his knife holster is located on his lower back. Personality Description: - he is very protective of people he likes or gets to know. - he has a very short temper and can get angry easily. - he hates people who kill people or hurt people who are innocent and he will not hurt an innocent person. - he is usually very quite and doesn't say much to people he just met. Powers: Enhanced Strength This just means Kohei is slightly stronger then what he would be meaning he can hit harder, get hit harder and the kick/recoil from his guns do no affect him as much. Because he is stronger he tends to think he can't be hurt or defeated so he some times forgets his limits and try's to go over them and this means he is a lot more likely to fail. Weapons: Dual Wield Sawn Off Shotguns: Kohei has two sawn off shotguns from his deceased father. These shotguns have his dads initials engraved on them. He keeps these located in holsters on the side of each leg on his hip. They can only shoot two shots each before needing to be reloaded. Bowie Knife: He keeps as a last resort if his shotguns did not work and he needs to get up close and personal. Auto-Power: Increased Agility. Biography: Kohei grew up in a rough part of Egoist City with his dad and little sister. At a young teen age he joined up with a gang or group that would tend to rob or steal from people and shops to get money. One day on a rough job Kohei decided to abandoned his gang while they were in a gun fight with a rival gang. He ran to a safe alley way to hide for a few hours until returning home to find his house on fire and his dad lying on the front lawn holding his stomach. Kohei try's to help his father but his dad refuses the help and tells him to take the wooden container in the shed and run. Kohei never knew what happened to his sister and he presumes she passed away in the fire. He hates himself as he was the reason he father and sister are dead. He now is homeless and has to do anything he can to get money or food. |
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