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Post by Wolfy on Apr 28, 2006 22:29:22 GMT -5
Name: Serlina Half-Shard
Race: Half-elf
Age: She looks to be about twenty...she won't tell me how old she really is...
Appearence: Serlina has a lithe build, blue eyes, waist length brown hair, slightly pointed ears. She always wears dark green shirt and pants. She also wears a bottle of glittering dust on a chain around her neck. With the right words, she can use that dust for just about anything...if she practiced more.
Persnality: Serlina is an assasin. Nothing is more fun to her than to creep up behind some unsuspecting guy and pin him to something with her knife at his throat. More often than not, she will let the guy go...unless he is indeed her target. She won't just kill someone for no reason, and she is selective who she works for. She is currently between jobs.
History: I'm not sure. She refuses to tell me.
Abilities: Is very fast, can move silently, very acrobatic, very good with knives and daggers. She is able to heal, make herself invisable, and extinguish fires with the dust in the bottle, and is currently trying to figure out how to make herself levitate.
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Post by Daggertooth on Apr 30, 2006 22:21:02 GMT -5
Looks like a good character. A bit secretive on the history though. Where are you going to play her?
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Post by Wolfy on May 1, 2006 8:00:52 GMT -5
The character interaction place. I'm just trying to get a feel for her character right now. And, some of her history has come out in it...but she won't tell me anymore than what is in the second free RP...
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Post by Daggertooth on May 1, 2006 8:07:19 GMT -5
Thats cool. Maybe I'll lurk over there sometime and see whats going on. I might make a new character later...though I doubt anytime soon. Nychus is already in two RP's and I doubt he'd like a third....Touwen is only in one...but he's not as fun to play. I'm not saying I don't like him, just that Nychus seemed to have better character development so far.
Daggertooth
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Post by Stonestrike on May 2, 2006 14:24:09 GMT -5
Profile
Name: Leif Sabin Gender: Male Race: Human Age: 22 Occupation: Bard --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Appearance
Has a long red ponytail, green eyes and very pale skin. Wears a green poncho with a white long sleeved shirt underneath. Wears long, thin, baggy green pants. Carry's a large rucksack with several instruments on it. Wears wooden black sandals. Has a large scar on his arm.
Personality
Outgoing and cheerful, though he can get angered easily. Is also very poetic and loves to collect instruments.
History
Leif doesn't have much of a history. He came from a village deep in the mountains but grew bored of the same scenery everyday and devoted his life to traveling.
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Post by Daggertooth on May 3, 2006 3:01:48 GMT -5
Birth Name: Susan Rafael. Pronounced "Ra fell" Official Name: San Rafael Goes by Rafael and sometimes San. Call him Sue and he will get violent...he -has- killed over it before. Nowadays nobody knows his old birth name and he'd a soon forget it. Interesting note: He's named after my first love. Sex: MaleHeight: Just above six foot. Weight: About 180 Appearance: Usually earth ton colors. A brown vest, brown slacks. Lighter colored long sleeve shirt. Six shooter on his right hip most the time. Sometimes a light leather brown jacket with coat tails. A leather brimmed hat. He's slightly tan with brown hair and brown eyes. He's tougher than average, built decent, but he's not huge. Personality: Strait shooter, he doesn't want much in life, but he does know what he wants and he will go for it. He's usually nonchalant about everything and rather layed back. He's friendly to strangers but has no scruples of bashing the heads of those he doesn't like. This includes killing someone who he thinks has done him wrong. Horse: a Sorrel Stallion named Kit. Weapons: Rifle and a six gun. hand to hand. He has a fist of Iron the other of Steel, if the right one don't get you then the left one will. Skills: Can play the Guitar. Good at playing Darts: Typicaly can group them within a three inch diameter circle. Poker Face: Good at keeping his emotion and expressions hidden. Can read faces well and can pick up tails quickly though usualy only in a setting where he is sitting and consentrating on it. Ie: around the gambling table. Abilities: Quick Draw: he is above average on the draw. Rapid shot: Can shoot all six bullets within a second or two. Really not that hard to do actually. Dead aim: He can almost always shoot a grouping that fits in the size of a quarter. This depends on distance. This is actually the skill he excels at. He's had shoot outs with those faster then him but not as good aim. Improvised weapon: A skinning knife, bottle, broken chair, he's been in enough bar fights to know that pretty much anything can be used as a weapon. He may not have the grace of a swordsman, but he can still clobber ya. Street fighter: He doesn't have any martial artist skills or official training, but he's been in alot of fights and knows how to come out on top. He probably would lose in a one on one with someone actually trained, but thats what the six shooter is for. Occupation: Bounty hunter. Basically he goes out and takes down those who break the law. He prefers jobs that don't require people to be taken alive, but if the money is good he will take most jobs. He avoids jobs with magical beings, simply cause they are unpredictable, hey, when you see a mage stop five out of six bullets by simply waving his hand, well your going to want to avoid that. Background: My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue." Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk, It seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue." Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. But I made a vow to the moon and stars That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars And kill that man who gave me that awful name. Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July And I just hit town and my throat was dry, I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon on a street of mud, There at a table, dealing stud, Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue." Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now your gonna die!!" Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down, but to my surprise, He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. I tell ya, I've fought tougher men But I really can't remember when, He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile. I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile. And he said: "Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along. So I give ya that name and I said goodbye I knew you'd have to get tough or die And it's the name that helped to make you strong." He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight And I know you hate me, and you got the right To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But ya ought to thank me, before I die, For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'" I got all choked up and I threw down my gun And I called him my pa, and he called me his son, And I came away with a different point of view. And I think about him, now and then, Every time I try and every time I win, And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name! Theme song: "Deadwood Mountain" by Big and Rich ------------------------------------------------------ Just playing around with ideas for San Rafael. We'll see how permanent any of this is and how much I change later. Testing him out in the slow RPG....he may or may not see serious play. Just playing with the name thing right now, a little humor at the expense of creativity I suppose, but I couldn't resist. Okay, so I guess this wasn't funny enough for comment...I thought it was funny. I best give credit where credit is due...at least before I'm sued for plagerism or something. Thanks Johnny Cash for the Background. Chris Ledoux for the Horse, wouldn't of known what kind without you. And Ernie Ford for the weapons. I'll be more creative later.
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Post by Wolfy on May 5, 2006 15:28:16 GMT -5
Finally got everything together...along with a better picture. >^_^< Name: Kendrella (pronounced Ken-Drey-La) Race: Human Age: 18 Height: 5'10" Weight: Somewhere between 110 and 120 Appearence: Kendrella is not pretty. She may have been pretty before the "accident", but she isn't now. Her hair goes just past her shoulders and always covers her left eye. It is black for about an inch, then turns red. This is a natural occurence, she does not dye her hair. Her right eye is dark brown, with streaks of red. She is light-skinned, but not pale. She always wears a black velvet choker with a ruby in the middle, and long-sleeved shirts and long skirts, both black. These clothes seve three purposes: 1)Keeps people from bothering her (i.e.:stay away from that creepy goth chick...) 2)Hides how very, very skinny she is (she almost looks anorxic) and 3) cover her many scars. Her scars(because she has so many...): Kendrella has not had an easy life...and she has the scars to prove it. on each wrist, she has about 16 scars, from where she used to cut herself(not suicidely, she never cut that deep, more like a...pressure release of sorts...). Further up on her arms, the worse scars start. Above her elbow, her skin is criss-crossed with burn scars(like someone laid redhot wires against her skin). Her left eye is dead, the result of an "accident" and the skin around it has the shiny characterestic of burn scars and it goes up to her hairline. HEr chest covered with more wire-burns, and her back looks like she was whipped repeatedly. Just to the left of her belly-button is a stab wound scar. Her legs are covered in large burn scars(like she stood while in the middle of a fire), which are over older scars from cuts. Personality: Kendrella is distant, angry, bitter, vindictive, and prone to rages. She doesn't trust men of any age or race, and she holds a disdain, if not outright hatred of the human race entirely. she is also a pyro. Abilities: She is a pyro-mancer. She can set things on fire, and control flames. History:Oh boy...where to start...well, the beginning is always best, right? Hmmm...well, when Kendrella was born, her mother sealed her powers. And aside from a pressured feeling, Kendrella lived an ok childhood. It wasn't great, but...not that bad, as long as she stayed away from town. Anyway...her mother died when Kendrella was 10, and that's when it started going downhill. All of Kendrella's possesions were taken away, except for her mother's choker necklace, and Kendrella became a slave for a rich old man. THis old man had three sons. Now, these sons were not good people, and liked to hear Kendrella scream in pain. So, they would whip her repeatedly, hit her, kick her, break a few bones. Then, when this grew boring, the sons made up stories about Kendrella and told them to their father(who thought his sons were saints). The father would then order the girl to be punished. The most commen punishment was red-hot wires against the skin. When Kendrella was fourteen, she accidently discovered how cutting relieved the pressure slightly, and started cutting herself. When the boys found this out, they decided to step up their torture. On Kendrella's 15th birthday, they dragged her to the edge of the porperty and "accidently" dumped acid on the left side of her face, mostly on her eye. Before the boys could blind her further, Kendrella kicked the one holding her, catching him off-guard, and ran into an abandoned barn. When the boys tried to follow her, she blocked the door. Angered at being denied their fun, the boys "accidentily" set the barn on fire and prepared to watch the girl burn to death. Kendrella was unable to get out, and resigned herself to dying. The flames had burned her legs badly before the seal on her power crumbled. Enjoying her new-found strength, Kendrella forced the flames away from her and walked out of the barn through a hole she burned into the wall. The boys, seeing her alive and commanding the flame, immediatly fell to the ground, begging and pleading, saying it was an accident. Kendrella just glared at them and burned them to death. Then, she burned the house (and the old man who had ordered her torture) to the ground. After that, she went to the town that had made her mother an outcast and had abandoned her and burned it to the ground. Then, she left, vowing never to return. Flaws: Loses her temper easily, often sets things on fire accidentily or in her sleep, untrusting, panics if approached by more than one male at a time, physically weak. Merits: Well...as a result of her torture, she doesn't feel pain all that easily...i can't think of any others though... Side Note: Kendrella's mother was also a pyromancer, and sealed her daughters powers to protect her, to keep Kendrella from hurting others accidentily. She meant for the seal to dissipate when Kendrella turned 13, but she messed up the spell, and as a result, the seal didn't break until Kendrella was in mortal danger. Picture:
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Post by Karuto on May 12, 2006 15:12:48 GMT -5
Got two characters here.
Name: Ellen Alemon Age: 38 (doesn’t look over 23) and 5 seconds (5 seconds older than her brother) Sex: Female Height: 5’8” Race: Human (slightly Enchanted) Occupation/position: Metaphysicist, Archaeologist, Archer, Hunter (not a Demon/Vampire Hunter, though)
Physical Description: Ellen is a very beautiful lady with smooth, creamy skin, a natural, warm looking face, a slender body, and a kind voice. Her hair is medium-long, auburn-blonde, straight, and usually tied in a bun or pony-tail with bangs that frame her face in a “U” sort of style. She has brown eyes with tiny flicks of gold in them. Clothing: She wears clothing that could have Ancient Greek ties to them. She has a near-white blouse with a square, zigzag like pattern etched in gold about an inch away from the ends of the sleeves as well as the bottom of the blouse and collar. Coupled with this is a skirt that goes down to two fingers with of the knee with the same gold-etched pattern an inch away from the bottom of it. Positioned over her blouse is a tarnished bronze plate of armor that conforms to Ellen’s figure and does not betray her as to make her look plump or hefty in any way. Gold olive branches start together at the lower back and move around her waist to the front-side, converging at the belly and moving up and separating to form the leafed branches that arch over her breasts. The armor is sleeveless and has gold plating surrounding the edges of it. Around her waist is a belt of the same bronze-tarnish that is of three fingers width with a round solid buckle of four fingers width. She has sandals that wrap up to a little bit above her calves. She usually wears a near-white shall or cloth covering a majority of her armor and lower body, but discards it when entering a battle. She sometimes also wears a gold-plated headpiece that rests on her bun. Personality: Her personality is somewhat distant. She mainly only contacts people when it is absolutely necessary and is a bit reluctant when it comes to meeting new people. This is one of the things that could explain her lack of luck with the opposite sex. She tends to be more judgmental and logical, analyzing and over analyzing scenarios or people. Occasionally, either brought on by battle or other events, Ellen can assume a personality that might be more commonly found in her brother, Reno, and be more quirky, happy, and charismatic.
Weapons & Accessories: The Artume- A Hungarian-style bow made from the wood of an olive tree. It has gold etchings in it, wrapping around the weapon from tip to tip. The string is neigh-indestructible. In the hands of Ellen, it has chilling accuracy. She uses Broadhead arrows in combination with the bow and only uses arrows also made from olive tree wood. She carries a quiver on her back and often conceals it, and her bow, under the shall she has (and she does so quite well, I might add) Abilities: Amazing accuracy. No desire for passion or temptations of the flesh. Also has eternal youth, but it is unsure if she is immortal (not invincible; there’s a difference). Weaknesses/Flaws: Can be somewhat bossy sometimes and has a tendency to be a know-it-all. She has a big ego, like her brother and can lose focus if pestered too long (but she recovers faster than her brother). Because of her history, she’s to remain forever chaste. Also, the sight of a dead animal will send her to her knees in tears (despite the fact that she’s an avid hunter). And if she becomes drunk, she can become belligerent and can lose most of her common-sense (she doesn’t hit on men or anything, but she can run around naked just because it feels good).
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Name: Reno Alemon Age: 38 Sex: Male Height: 6’6” Race: Human Occupation/position: Metaphysicist, Muscle, Accountant, Inventor
Physical Description: He’s, as others might sometimes say, “Super Huge!” It may just be true and not an exaggerated opinion, too. He has a very large build with a majority of his body being muscle, but unlike how others might say, it isn’t so much as to make him seem inhuman or freaky (like professional body-builders). He has slightly tanned, weathered skin. His face is strong with a mean looking jaw and sharp, black eyes. His hair is black, short, and slightly coarse. Clothing: Reno just sticks with basics. He has a tight-fitting black shirt and slim deep, dark blue pants. He also has on big, black motorcycle boots (even though he doesn’t ride a bike). On each of his wrists are black leather bracers. When it’s raining or when he travels he wears a tattered, tan cloak with a hood. Over this he has his armor (see below) Personality: Charismatic, quirky, and quite humorous. He likes to laugh at most things and let it roll off his shoulders for the most part, but if pushed hard enough he can become very enraged and it usually takes hours to get him to calm down about an incident. He will always try and act like a ladies man, but he shares in his sister’s weakness with the opposite sex, except he actually tries to get together with someone. He tends to be rash and head-strong in most scenarios. Occasionally, he can take on aspects of his sister’s personality, like she can of him, and be more inquisitive, calm, and logical.
Weapons & Accessories: The Daemon Ex Machina- A unique piece of work that Reno himself invented. The base is a piece of armor worn by a demon that died (or was slain) in it. Through various magical seals, coupled with modern technology, the power of the demon can be reinstated into the armor. The seals and technology both keep the demonic power in the armor and regulate it so that the user’s body does not absorb too much power at once or get possessed by the spirit of the demon. A sword was also found with the armor and was incorporated into the system. The armor used was in pieces, however, and only a miniscule amount could be recovered. It consists of a steel and leather gauntlet, bracers, upper-arm bands, and a right-chest and shoulder piece. A helmet with two spikes going up flush with the sides of the helmet, one central blade going from the top front of the helmet going down to the back, and a faceplate was also among the armor. The sword is long, double-edged, about three fingers width at the base, and has a basic hilt and handle. Abilities: With his Daemon Ex Machina comes three (technically four) stages. Each alters the armor in appearance slightly and enhances Reno’s strength along with it. He has to have his helmet on in order for him to go through each of the stages (but not the sword). With each stage he goes through, he loses more and more common sense and becomes more and more irrational. He’s so far only freely gotten to Stage One with tests done on Stage Two and only speculations done on Stage Three. Stage Four does not exist. --Stage Zero (Technical): This is the basic form of the armor as explained above. The armor seeps very little power into his body over time, giving him strength one would not normally see in a human. This is the only stage he doesn’t need his helmet for, as it is the basic form of the armor.
--Stage One: The armor grows slightly, putting spikes on the back hand of the gauntlet with spikes also forming on the shoulder plate. A minor reddish tint is seen at the base of the spikes and around some edges of the armor. The sword, if possessed, also gets wider, curves just slightly at the top, and also gets a small reddish tinge at the bottom of the handle and some parts of the hilt. Reno gains some enhanced strength, but nothing too far from what his is normally.
--Stage Two: The leather in the armor turns into steel and makes it so that Reno’s entire right arm is just encased in a couple thick pieces of metal. The spikes curve and become somewhat more diabolical with the reddish tint growing just a little bit more intense. Two spikes also curve up from the back of Reno’s helmet. The sword grows longer and wider still, curving just a bit more at the end and becomes entirely single-sided. The handle also extends a bit, allowing for a second hand to be used if needed. Reno’s strength should increase tremendously, enabling him to cut through solid rock.
--Stage Three: This is the last known stage the armor is thought to be capable of going through. The size of the armor increases dramatically, almost looking like it becomes too much to handle for Reno, despite his already enormous size. The spikes on Reno’s arms and hands become almost diabolical with the red tint on the base almost glowing with intensity. His gauntlet also merges together the index and middle fingers as well as the pinkie and ring fingers (not his actual fingers, just the armor) to give the illusion that he wields an enormous claw. The spikes on the back of the helmet also curve forward to become visible in the front. The sword grows almost two feet wide now and almost 7’ long with the hilt disappearing entirely and the handle growing longer as well. His strength is rumored to be phenomenal in this form, if he ever actually obtains it.
Weaknesses/Flaws: He can only go into Stage One on his own and needs proper clearance from his sister before he can go into Stage Two or Three as only she has the keywords and release seals needed for him to shift stages (voice identification). He can become easily enraged with violence being his short quick answer to most agitations. If someone even mentions economics, he’ll stop what he’s doing and enter their discussion without even asking, even if he’s right in battle. He also doesn’t function well during the day if he doesn’t read a newspaper right in the morning.
Biography: (I combined both their bio’s into one)
Ellen and Reno were born as fraternal twins November 11th, 1967 into the Alemon household. Ellen was born first. A story that revolved around their birth says that as Ellen came into the world feet first, which startled the parents, she actually grabbed Reno’s hand and helped him out head first. Because of this tale and the fact that she really was born 5 seconds or so before Reno she was designated as the older sibling and received responsibilities, punishments, rewards, and expectations based on her seniority. Needless to say, this gave Reno a strong dislike for his twin and strove to surpass her 5-second shadow in every aspect. It could be said that his strive to outdo Ellen in his younger years would be the cause for his rashness in his present years.
Despite Reno’s desire to compete with his sister, the two were nearly inseparable. They would attend the same schools and classes, have the same friends and enemies, and even eat the same kind of food. However, at the end of High School, they had a falling out. Ellen and this one other boy were eyeing each other their entire senior year, but nobody suspected anything other than just a mutual crush between the two and that nothing would actually come of it. Reno was the only one that knew that Ellen and the boy were actually an item and were secretly dating each other, but he also thought that it would just be a high school romance and that it would end quickly. He was sure surprised when the two announced their engagement at the end of year.
Reno flipped. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The boy had a history of being a delinquent and even some other members of the Alemon family weren’t sure if he could be trusted with knowing the secret about their founder, Giles (who, actually, didn’t care at all and was sort of laid back about it). Reno knew better than to even think about trusting him, and confronted Ellen about it one last time before he acted. When she refused to break off the engagement, Reno stole his way into the Alemon armory [ Note: the manor is quite extravagant. I’ll have to elaborate on it some other time. ], grabbed one of the artifacts under study and used it on Ellen’s fiancée. It was previously unknown what the effects of the magical item were, but after it was used it became apparent that whatever it did, it drove the victim insane. The boy went on ranting about how pink cockroaches were striving to tear out his eyes. He fled the household without anyone even knowing what had happened to him with only Reno knowing for sure, and Giles and Ellen only having a good hunch.
The two went on to separate colleges and earned different degrees. Ellen went off to Rome and studied Archaeology with Reno going off to NYU and studying business and economics. In their time of separation, neither spoke more than was necessary between each other. They wouldn’t meet on good terms with each other until 5 years.
Ellen was participating in a research dig out in Greece when she uncovered a very well made piece of art. It was a statue of a woman with a deer by her side and writing, neither Latin nor Greek, was scrawled along the bottom. Her colleagues said that it was probably just some ancient slang or graffiti someone wanted to put on the statue, but Ellen, being of the Alemon family and well in tune with things mythical and magical, easily recognized the writing as an old language ancient witches used to record magic in. Ellen didn’t tell anyone else about this fact and took a rubbing of the carving to decipher it better in her own quarters. She later found it to say “In honor of the great Goddess Aphrodite; may her eternal beautiful soul rest with her belongings left in her sacred grove in Marathon.” Ellen was astonished. The Aprhodite? The Goddess of Love and Beauty? And her own belongings? Did that include the fabled dress that made her truly irresistible? All these thoughts raced through Ellen’s head. She was desperate after a long no-boyfriend streak and hoped to dear that she could finally find someone of husband material with an enchanted gown worn by a Goddess. She took a break from the dig and set off to Marathon and, by using methods trained to her by her werewolf ancestor, found the right spot where it was believed that the Olympian artifacts were located.
Amazingly, a deer grazed over the exact spot Ellen knew where she had to dig. Shrugging this off as coincidence, she began digging until she finally hit pay-dirt. The box was heavy and covered in runes, but she managed to drag it out of the pit so that she could examine her spoils. Inside the crate was a pure creamy gown, enhanced by the tiny amounts of gold sewn into it. She was overjoyed, but a little bewildered by the presence of a plate of armor, a finely made bow, and some arrows in the container. Full of confidence and pride, she rashly threw on the clothes and, carried away by the moment, also placed over her the chest-plate she was confused about. Doing so eliminated all hopes she had of obtaining a husband or even a boyfriend. Immediately, the armor and cloth bound itself to her, unmoving, and all of her fleshly desires left her. She was frightened by this. She truly felt no passion? No lust? She scrambled to find an explanation carved on the box or a headstone, anything that would explain this phenomenon. Her answer came in bold letters on the underside of the casket’s cover. “Artemis” was what the writing read in the same language. The people who left the statue must have had a communication problem with the ones who buried the parcel and mistakenly wrote “Aphrodite.” Who could make such a stupid mistake? How could I have been so stupid? What can I do about this? She pondered heavily. But, as time quickly passed as she sat there in amazement, she felt less and less worried about her predicament. She even started to like the fact that she would be forever chaste. With that acceptance, the Godly artifact let down it’s force on the girl, allowing her to take it off or put it back on whenever she so pleased, but her dreams of a husband would never return, regardless if she even abandoned the armor at the spot.
Ellen abandoned her archaeological dig and returned home to the Alemon Manor earlier than expected. She burst through the doors with profound pride in herself and her find, shocking and awing everyone in her family, including Giles who though he had seen almost everything in his long life. With confidence she boasted about the way she uncovered the statue and the writing, as well as the casket. She even joked about how her mistake turned into a blessing. Her parents were the proudest of the clan and thought to share the information with their son still studying up in New York, thinking that he would also feel proud and glad that she was his sister. They were so wrong.
Reno was in a fit! There he was in New York, striving to surpass his sister and her 5-second shadow, and just when he thought he succeeded in at least catching up to her, she suddenly comes home adorned in the garments of an acclaimed Goddess. He was supposed to feel “happy” about that? No! But, it did give him an excuse to stop his pursuit in Economics and Business. It was much too boring for him. Now, the battleground had shifted from the Real world to the Magical. He shot home to “congratulate” his rival sibling. Fire and envy were in his eyes as he saw what had become of Ellen, the clothing practically amplifying her previous beauty to a surreal level. He refused to even double-think his altered goal after seeing her and her new treasure. Now he just had to find some way to even the score. Giles, sensing the tenseness that arose from Reno decided to keep an eye on him.
In the middle of the night, Reno snuck into the Magical Vault of the Manor. After ransacking it, however, he found nothing that would appease his desire to surpass his twin. As he turned to leave, however, he was confronted by his immortal ancestor, leaning on the entrance. “You know, there is no such thing as a supernatural contest,” Giles told the boy.
“Oh, this transcends a mere contest. This is straight out War!” Reno responded. “She’s been treated better than me for being born a mere FIVE SECONDS before me! She’s always been superior to me, and now she has the Armor of Artemis? Previously I could at least compete, but now the arena has changed and I need a stand! I need something to... Wait...” A thought arose in Reno’s mind. “I got it! You can turn others into Werewolves, right? Turn me! As a Mystical Creature, I can at least have a foothold I can try and work up from! Do it! Bite me, scratch me, whatever, just change m-” Giles cut him off by transforming into the white beast he was known for and pinning his descendant upon the wall, growling with rage.
[Note: If I lose you here, consult a Spanish-English dictionary or something. I told you that Giles spoke weird sometimes. Just be glad I didn’t make him speak entirely in Spanish this time.]
“i¿Qué?! Change you?! Let tú have este cursed form?! Nunca would I choose to pass this on to anyone, not even mi own kin!”
“But... You can teach me to control it, like y-”
“Tú no puedes [can’t] ‘teach’ how to control this! It must be given! It’s a gift to relieve this curse, and one I refuse to give away! Yo... refuse to give away the best present ella [she] ever gave to me...” The white werewolf released his hold on Reno, gloomy now that the memory of his true love returned. “I won’t help you. If this es una contesta con the two of you, then don’t involve outside help.” Giles left the boy to his own, hoping that he’ll try to stop this foolish pursuit of his.
But he was determined now. He viewed his asking for outside help indeed a weakness and decided to intrinsically motivate himself in accomplishing his goal. But Giles powerful aura left him a bit queasy, and he assured himself that a good walk outside would clear his head.
As he walked under the bright crescent moon, his mind began to wander and fill itself with interesting dreams of what magical power he could strive to achieve. As coincidence would have it, he would meet his wish that very night. A shadow was cast over the ground, and as any curious creature would do, Reno looked up to see what was obstructing the light. A giant crow swooped down, right over his head. He was startled by that peculiar instance, but shrugged it off. After about the fourth or fifth time it happened, with all the giant crows flying towards the same spot, Reno decided to investigate just what the crows found so great. What he saw was bone-chilling.
In an enormous crater laid the remains of a giant beast. It must have been humanoid based on the appearance of the bones and looked to be over 10 feet tall. It even had armor and some tattered clothing to go with it. Something had happened prior to his and the crows’ appearance as it looked as if the bones were untouched for centuries. The armor, however, looked brand new aside from the fact that most of it was broken up into littler pieces and obviously cracked in other places. Also, the sole presence of them made Reno feel ill. ‘Man, this thing must’ve had enormous power for it to have its power maintained after such a long time. I wonder what happened that revealed this to me, anyways. Ugh, this is almost worse than when Ancestor Giles pinned me to the wall tonight...’ [/color]he quietly thought to himself as he approached the decrepit sight, feeling more and more queasy with each step. Swallowing his nausea, he forced himself to try and grab a piece for closer study. As soon as he touched it, a jolt raced through his body, making him jump back in shock. Nothing seemed to have physically done anything to him aside from make his nausea go away. He touched it again to find nothing similar to what had just happened. The aura was still strong in the armor, but not so much anymore.
Unsure of what had happened and why his queasiness had ceased, Reno grabbed as much of the armor as he could, piling it onto one arm. He even wore the helmet and gauntlet on his way back to the Manor. Strangely enough, the way back seemed less tiring, even with all the metal pieces on his person. ‘Interesting... I’ll have to do some studying on this armor to see what’s going on with it.’ With all the armor clacking around, though, it wasn’t long till the whole household was wide awake. Together they all were awing at the spectacle, Giles and Ellen were the most curious. What was he planning to do with it? They refused to let him be without knowing his intentions.
“Why, I’m going to use it, of course!” he exclaimed to the only other known mystical beings in the Manor. With joy and confidence he hadn’t had in years, Reno began to explain that he would modify and fashion the armor to fit him and let him use the power still intact in the metal. Such a feat couldn’t be done by him, alone, though, as he was still pretty inept in the ways of the magical and demonic arts. Giles and Ellen were skeptical of his intentions, but after noticing that he was already foolishly bonded with the armor, all they could do was help him to not get himself hurt.
Over the course of a couple of months, the armor was hammered out and suited up to fit Reno correctly. Each piece was marked with a special seal surrounding a central contraption made by Reno himself. The units were all linked up and connected to a central core set up located right beneath the right breastplate. Each unit was also marked with a much smaller seal that allowed them to transmit data and information directly to the core.
Strangely enough, after their work was finished and over with, Reno lost the sense of rivalry he had with his sister. He didn’t feel like he needed to prove something of himself anymore. The past few months with her reminded him of the fact that she truly was his sister and that they went along great with each other. A five-second shadow doesn’t mean anything if you consider that it’s only five seconds. They’re brother and sister and nothing, not even sibling rivalry, could take that fact away.
Other Info:
-He used to have long hair, down to his shoulders, and was also really skinny. After finding the armor, he just got stronger and bigger and decided to cut off his hair (Insignificant to any storylines, but just a thought).
-Don’t even think about insinuating that there’s a “more than just siblings” relationship going on here... That’s just wrong...
-They “swap” personalities only because they grew up together and can sometimes get themselves mixed up. Yes, I know that it’s weird considering that he’s gigantic and she’s small, but it does happen.
-As of now, these are the only other known members of the Alemon family to have mystical powers aside from Giles.
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Post by Wolfy on May 12, 2006 19:13:05 GMT -5
Ashton: *hiding behind me, whimpering a little* Scissors scares me...
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Post by Scarecrow on May 12, 2006 19:16:19 GMT -5
Scissor: Oh really now? *Creepy grin*
*Turns on the light*
Scissor: AAAGH! Oh my dear gods turn it off! Hsssss!!
*Turns it off*
Scissor: *Severly shaken*
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Post by Wolfy on May 12, 2006 19:20:04 GMT -5
AShton: *runs away at the creepy grin* DADDY!!!!!!!!!! Thorn: *growling* Leave my son alone! OR I'll call my cousin Firesprite. Firesprite: *comes over* You called? Ah-ah-ah CHOO! *sneezes a fireball*
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Post by Scarecrow on May 12, 2006 19:28:15 GMT -5
Scissor: FINE. I'll leave the kid alone. Jeez. Bloody... Day-things... GAH! *Ducks the fireball* What wozzat for?!
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Post by Wolfy on May 12, 2006 19:35:10 GMT -5
Firesprite: *sniffs* Sorry. He has a cold. Makes him sneeze. A lot. While next to my computer. *glares at Firesprite* Firesprite: I said I was sorry! AShton: *peeking out from behind Thorn* Is he gone yet? *gasp* Firesprite!*runs over and hugs* Firesprite: Ashton!*hugs back*
Serlina: You, Scissors, are delightfully creepy...
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Post by Scarecrow on May 12, 2006 19:47:50 GMT -5
Scissor: YES!! Score one for the boogeyman. Ahem. Thank you.
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Post by Wolfy on May 12, 2006 19:50:31 GMT -5
Serlina: *sort of half smile* Although...that kinda detracted from your creepy factor...but just by a little... Sera-Anna: *creepy smile* well hello there, sir Scissors...
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Post by Scarecrow on May 12, 2006 22:42:26 GMT -5
Scissor: Greetings, milady! *Bow*
-_- Skiz... Quit pretending to be a gentleman.
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Post by Wolfy on May 12, 2006 22:49:26 GMT -5
Sera-anna: *yawns* Ok...bored now... Well, don't blame me! You're supposed to be dead, anyway. Back to the crypt, woman! sera: I don't wanna. And now you sound like a spoiled brat. To. The. Crypt. Or do I have to call Artic again? Sera: Fine. *leaves in a huff* Serlina: *watches her leave* Can't I fling the knife at her? Just this once? Please? No. Now, flirt with Scissors. Serlina: ...ok. *goes over to scissors* Hey, Scissors. How are you?
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Post by Scarecrow on May 12, 2006 22:53:55 GMT -5
Scissor: I'm allright... I've been having difficulties with frightening people lately. Noone believes in me anymore. Well, except for that one. *Points at Scare*
HEY!
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Post by Wolfy on May 12, 2006 22:57:22 GMT -5
Serlina: *leaning over and whispering* She does. *nods at me*
SERLINA!
Serlina: I said nothing...*innocent smile*
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Post by Scarecrow on May 12, 2006 23:00:35 GMT -5
Scissor: O.O ^^ Hug!
Skiiiiz... Be a man.
Scissor: BOOGEY man, thank you.
Whatever. Just because you're off duty doesn't mean you can act all... Squishy.
Scissor: Squishy, you say? *Melts into a puddle on the floor, and reforms*
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Post by Wolfy on May 12, 2006 23:05:22 GMT -5
serlina: *hugs back* But...i like squishy... *fake pout in Scare's direction* *groans* why did I ever get her started?
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Post by Scarecrow on May 12, 2006 23:08:58 GMT -5
Scissors: *Is in shock at actually being hugged* Hwuuuh?
I... I want to rp this. O.o
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Post by Wolfy on May 12, 2006 23:10:28 GMT -5
hmmm...*goes off to post in slow rp* Serlina: Whoops! Gotta go. See ya! *leaves with a wink*
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Post by Wolfy on May 15, 2006 13:55:01 GMT -5
Frost, age 18, at the "graduation ceremony" of Cloud Tower. Melly, 13th birthday party (approx. 285) Kenny...this picture makes her look young and pretty...*sigh* oh well...
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Post by cami on May 15, 2006 17:10:54 GMT -5
There's Doctor Marcus with both of his family heirlooms, the watch/compass and a machete. The machete has no magical properties, it just serves to help the family remember that their ancestors where nothing more than sugar cane field workers before they started practicing medicine. The poor image quality is due to me not having a scanner, just a camera. And also, if anyone would allow me to draw their char, please don't hesitate to message me, all I'll need is a general discription.
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Post by Dundee on May 15, 2006 18:04:24 GMT -5
Sweeeeeeeeet... You could work at making the pen strokes go with the grain of the clothes, but very nice build and shadows, and the folds on the clothes are wonderful to behold.
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Post by cami on May 15, 2006 18:51:54 GMT -5
Thankyou for the kind words, I was kinda just doing a little 5 minute sketch, so I didn't pay much attention to the stroke's direction.
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Post by Wolfy on May 15, 2006 21:23:39 GMT -5
Name: Kisa Manjuria
Age 16
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Personality: Happy and bubbly on the outside, she appears to be the type of person who makes friends easily. However, her smiles rarely reach her eyes, and she affects a distance to keep people from getting too close. To put it in her words: "Opening up gets you hurt. Be nice, by all means, but don't let anyone get close." The odd thing is, she really doesn't actually have a reason for this attitude.
Abilities: She is one of the best in her village at archery. Other than that, nothing much...
Weaknesses: Well, she's completely and totally human. You do the math. ^_~
Appearence: Black hair to the middle of her back and blue eyes. She dresses in a sleeveless animal(not sure what kind of animal, though...) skin dress, and normally goes barefoot. She always carries a bow and a quiver of arrows. Her dress has no pockets. She is pretty enough, i suppose, but not drop dead gorgeous.
History: Kisa lived a normal life, with its ups and its downs. she lived with her mom, dad, and older sister. Maybe some of Kisa's distance comes from seeing her older sister get hurt by the guys she liked. (emotionally, not physically). Kisa was always a bit of a tom boy, and is one of the best archers in the town. The day after her 16th birthday, Kisa decided to leave and explore the world(plus maybe meet some elves and get some archery pointers). So, with a carefully writtten note to her family, Kisa left, taking only her bow and quiver....and promptly got lost. She's been wondering ever since...
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Post by Wolfy on May 16, 2006 15:28:46 GMT -5
Kisa-chan's Picture: (That is a formal dress, she never wears it. The picture was part of my mom's mother's day gift, and mom's favorite color is purple. Plus...I can't draw a sleeveless deer skin dress. ^_^)
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Post by Wolfy on May 17, 2006 16:04:57 GMT -5
Lookit, it's Melly as she is now!
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