I guess I will be claiming The Vampiric.
Annasiel
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Sometimes it feels like something that I don't believe in happening next week for the reason of my hope that it resolves itself.
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I assume we should collaborate on working out interrelations between ancestors, considering the importance of that.
==>ENTER THE MYSTERIOUS COLD AND SILENT HIVE
The hive was cold and full of silence.
A myriad of shelves covered the plain stone walls, holding everything from well-worn books to skulls and statuettes to unmarked, black-bound journals. Cobwebs and dust covered much of the room in a thick, imposing layer, though they may as well have been a testament to the hiveowner's hygiene than an aesthetic choice. Candles overhead illumined the place in a flickering, shifting light, casting dancing, gleeful shadows every place their brightness failed to touch. A young troll lay in the corner. One might assume she was sleeping, if there was not a perfectly good recuperacoon a mere three feet away. But then again, it is awfully hard to read yourself to sleep while suspended in a sea of goo.
"Mnzzf..." our sleeping subject mumbled incoherently, her voice muffled by the ragged paperback laying open on her face. "A Day for Death" the title read in a thorny print, overlayed above an image of three shadowy silhouettes in a desert. "Sun Striders - Book Five" said the smaller text below. Many would argue it was the best novel in the series, with twice as many plot twists, violent betrayals, and grisly, just murders of the damned. But we don't have enough time to go into the social dynamics between the many well-developed characters, or to explain the in-depth symbolism behind every poetically written page. Not with the ominous gong about to sound.
"GONG!" the ebony computer nearby gonged ominously. "GONG! GONG! GONG!"
"For the love of pain and misery, shut the fuck up!" the troll shouted, tossing the book that was once on her face in the laptop's general direction. It missed, thunking a nearby snakebeast on its head. The lusus hissed, coiling into a ball of anger. Nobody step on Snakedad. Nobody. Ignoring her incredibly peeved guardian, the girl leaped to her feet, running over to the noisy Gothictop as quickly as possible. Taking a moment to slip dramatically on one of the torn papers strewn about, the troll slammed her hand onto the keys, silencing the godawful noise. Who was messaging her at this time of night? Some asswipes had no appreciation for the sleep schedules of others.
Why did that poor excuse for an anything have to insist on bothering her every time she didn't want to be bothered? It... "GONG! GONG! GONG!" fucking hell, not again.
Such a self-righteous, egregiously offensive, smooth-talking asshole. It didn't help that the conversation only succeeded in deepening the hollow ache of loneliness she put up with every day. She glanced for a moment at a small slip of paper on her desk, a torn fragment with a scribbled tag. Well... she was already awake. Intense annoyance and high volume notification alerts tended to do that to a person. It might be a good time to take a chance. A good time to do something idiotic and reckless for once. Bracing herself, she opened a new chat window on her Gothictop, and began to type.
This was it. Her chance. She finally had a chance, finally had an in, finally had a reason to act on how she felt. All thoughts of her conversation with Fortid were forgotten, along with the all-important game. That shit didn't matter, it was all pointless, meaningless, arbitrary in the shadow of this massive bundle of emotion. She had to come up with something to say, had to write something down. A long, detailed art session might have begun if the still-agitated Snakedad didn't choose that time to strike.
"GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING DEMON OF THE INFERNAL ABYSS!" the girl cried as the giant lusus fwomped painfully on top of her. She grabbed it's open fangs, wresting them away from her neck with all her strength. Snakedad was furious, Snakedad was proud. Nobody step on Snakedad unless they want to suffer his scaly wrath. As for messaging this "viciousEmpress"... that could come after the threat of imminent death at the teeth of her guardian passed.
The hive was cold and full of silence.
A myriad of shelves covered the plain stone walls, holding everything from well-worn books to skulls and statuettes to unmarked, black-bound journals. Cobwebs and dust covered much of the room in a thick, imposing layer, though they may as well have been a testament to the hiveowner's hygiene than an aesthetic choice. Candles overhead illumined the place in a flickering, shifting light, casting dancing, gleeful shadows every place their brightness failed to touch. A young troll lay in the corner. One might assume she was sleeping, if there was not a perfectly good recuperacoon a mere three feet away. But then again, it is awfully hard to read yourself to sleep while suspended in a sea of goo.
"Mnzzf..." our sleeping subject mumbled incoherently, her voice muffled by the ragged paperback laying open on her face. "A Day for Death" the title read in a thorny print, overlayed above an image of three shadowy silhouettes in a desert. "Sun Striders - Book Five" said the smaller text below. Many would argue it was the best novel in the series, with twice as many plot twists, violent betrayals, and grisly, just murders of the damned. But we don't have enough time to go into the social dynamics between the many well-developed characters, or to explain the in-depth symbolism behind every poetically written page. Not with the ominous gong about to sound.
"GONG!" the ebony computer nearby gonged ominously. "GONG! GONG! GONG!"
"For the love of pain and misery, shut the fuck up!" the troll shouted, tossing the book that was once on her face in the laptop's general direction. It missed, thunking a nearby snakebeast on its head. The lusus hissed, coiling into a ball of anger. Nobody step on Snakedad. Nobody. Ignoring her incredibly peeved guardian, the girl leaped to her feet, running over to the noisy Gothictop as quickly as possible. Taking a moment to slip dramatically on one of the torn papers strewn about, the troll slammed her hand onto the keys, silencing the godawful noise. Who was messaging her at this time of night? Some asswipes had no appreciation for the sleep schedules of others.
Why did that poor excuse for an anything have to insist on bothering her every time she didn't want to be bothered? It... "GONG! GONG! GONG!" fucking hell, not again.
Such a self-righteous, egregiously offensive, smooth-talking asshole. It didn't help that the conversation only succeeded in deepening the hollow ache of loneliness she put up with every day. She glanced for a moment at a small slip of paper on her desk, a torn fragment with a scribbled tag. Well... she was already awake. Intense annoyance and high volume notification alerts tended to do that to a person. It might be a good time to take a chance. A good time to do something idiotic and reckless for once. Bracing herself, she opened a new chat window on her Gothictop, and began to type.
This was it. Her chance. She finally had a chance, finally had an in, finally had a reason to act on how she felt. All thoughts of her conversation with Fortid were forgotten, along with the all-important game. That shit didn't matter, it was all pointless, meaningless, arbitrary in the shadow of this massive bundle of emotion. She had to come up with something to say, had to write something down. A long, detailed art session might have begun if the still-agitated Snakedad didn't choose that time to strike.
"GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING DEMON OF THE INFERNAL ABYSS!" the girl cried as the giant lusus fwomped painfully on top of her. She grabbed it's open fangs, wresting them away from her neck with all her strength. Snakedad was furious, Snakedad was proud. Nobody step on Snakedad unless they want to suffer his scaly wrath. As for messaging this "viciousEmpress"... that could come after the threat of imminent death at the teeth of her guardian passed.
The Vingers oV Death
A “Sun Striders” VangVic by Hecare Eritas
Chapter 1
VangVall Bloodire Vas unamused. The Alternian diplomat she had been chasing Vor the last tVo days had suddenly Vanished, as iV he Vas turned into smoke. She knelt on the rocky outcrop in the unVaVering Alternian desert sun, Vatching the caVe Vhere the Vleeing troll had last took shelter. He Vent in just a VeV hours ago. Thinking she had him trapped, Bloodire had Valked in aVter him, but he Vas noVhere to be Vound in the tiny creVice. And so she Vaited. Vaited like the sun Vaits on the moon to Vlee its Vrath, Vaited like a predator stalks its helpless prey.
The Vaiting made her remember an earlier time.
A time Vhen all oV this made sense. But that liVe Vas years past, and this Vas the present. No time to reminisce, no time Vor lost memories. Only time to hunt the sorry Vucks Vho hurt her loVe. They Vould pay, one by one, pay at the mercy oV her Vangs oV death. And as they looked into her Vormless eyes, asking Vhy she murdered them, she Vould reply: Vor reVenge, Vor passion, and Vor peace in the Vorld. Yes, that Vas the noble thing to do and the most poVerVul lesson to teach. Karma exists, and it Vill come knocking at your door in the shape oV a six Voot tall gloVing monster.
Author’s notes: This Vas based on the eVents precluded in Volume 2, chapter 5, paragraV Vour oV the “Sun Striders” series. I took artistic liberty in Bloodire’s motiVes, as Ve don’t really knoV Vhy she hunted oVVicials. I mean, any person Vho isn’t an idiot can put tVo and tVo together. I hope to put in another Vriting soon.
A “Sun Striders” VangVic by Hecare Eritas
Chapter 1
VangVall Bloodire Vas unamused. The Alternian diplomat she had been chasing Vor the last tVo days had suddenly Vanished, as iV he Vas turned into smoke. She knelt on the rocky outcrop in the unVaVering Alternian desert sun, Vatching the caVe Vhere the Vleeing troll had last took shelter. He Vent in just a VeV hours ago. Thinking she had him trapped, Bloodire had Valked in aVter him, but he Vas noVhere to be Vound in the tiny creVice. And so she Vaited. Vaited like the sun Vaits on the moon to Vlee its Vrath, Vaited like a predator stalks its helpless prey.
The Vaiting made her remember an earlier time.
A time Vhen all oV this made sense. But that liVe Vas years past, and this Vas the present. No time to reminisce, no time Vor lost memories. Only time to hunt the sorry Vucks Vho hurt her loVe. They Vould pay, one by one, pay at the mercy oV her Vangs oV death. And as they looked into her Vormless eyes, asking Vhy she murdered them, she Vould reply: Vor reVenge, Vor passion, and Vor peace in the Vorld. Yes, that Vas the noble thing to do and the most poVerVul lesson to teach. Karma exists, and it Vill come knocking at your door in the shape oV a six Voot tall gloVing monster.
Author’s notes: This Vas based on the eVents precluded in Volume 2, chapter 5, paragraV Vour oV the “Sun Striders” series. I took artistic liberty in Bloodire’s motiVes, as Ve don’t really knoV Vhy she hunted oVVicials. I mean, any person Vho isn’t an idiot can put tVo and tVo together. I hope to put in another Vriting soon.
Please. As if I could even hope to emulate her sophistication and grace.
Headcanon that Hecare is a character Rose wrote to spite Kanaya.
"Kanaya. Come look. I've made our child."
"Um
Is This Another Of Your Odd Attempts At Humor"
"Oh, no, dear. I am fully convinced that this troll is the perfect combination of our personalities."
"I Do Not Particularly Like Her
She Seems Somewhat Insulting"
"Are you saying you don't love your own darling baby girl? Kanaya, you are so cold-hearted."
"Ha
Ha Ha
I Will Assume You Are Joking Instead Of Going Insane
Though Either Case Is Highly Probable"
"Kanaya. Come look. I've made our child."
"Um
Is This Another Of Your Odd Attempts At Humor"
"Oh, no, dear. I am fully convinced that this troll is the perfect combination of our personalities."
"I Do Not Particularly Like Her
She Seems Somewhat Insulting"
"Are you saying you don't love your own darling baby girl? Kanaya, you are so cold-hearted."
"Ha
Ha Ha
I Will Assume You Are Joking Instead Of Going Insane
Though Either Case Is Highly Probable"
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==> An ominous beast lurks in her fetid crypt.
Who is this fearsome creature?
==> Enter name.
Your name is HECARE ERITAS, and you are a godforsaken VAMPIRE. At least, you wish you were one of the prestigious rainbow drinkers, those brilliant beings of the day. Much to your constant spite, despite your JADE blood coloring, you are utterly and completely NORMAL. To try and compensate, you wear a pair of PROSTHETIC FANGS which double as your strife specibus in combat. You have a fondness for a WHITE AESTHETIC, going as far as to powder your skin and bleach your hair, though your makeup is always rubbing off on everything and your hair grows too fast for the coloration to remain.
For all SEVEN SWEEPS of your life, you've found yourself near obsessed with the GRIM and MACABRE. Your gloomy home is strewn with SYMBOLS OF DEATH and VAMPIRE FANFICTION. The latter is almost entirely based on a series of books you hold in high esteem: "Sun Striders," stories about the dashing, daring rainbow drinker FANGFALL BLOODIRE. In fact, you are so enamored by this character that you tried to name your SNAKE LUSUS after her. However, in his infinite traditionalistic wisdom, you kept calling him his preferred name of SNAKEDAD. It probably helped that he threatened to bite you until you either passed out from blood loss or complied.
When you're not busy scribbling raunchy stories and practicing hissing in the mirror, you enjoy reciting EMOTIONAL POETRY to your friends on Trollian. Their annoyance is probably because they're jealous of your DEEP COMPLEXITY, and not because they grow tired of your beautifully melancholic works. Your trolltag is sunlitVaudevillian, and you emphasize a bite in your typing by “Viciously ViVisects Vords Vith Vile VerVe.” To store items, you use the strange and mysterious GRIMOIRE MODUS, which captchalogues items as pages retrievable by reading INCANTATIONS. Unfortunately for you, your prosthetic fangs give you a definite SPEECH IMPEDIMENT, making it difficult for you to access anything without multiple tries.
Sorry for the late reply, all, I'm finally coming around to try and join the party. Here's my CS, working on my introduction as well.
Name: Hecare Eritas
Age: 7 sweeps
Gender: Female
Blood color: Jade
Appearance: Tall and lanky, almost gaunt, with a narrow face. She has long, white-bleached hair, almost down to her hips, that she often keeps trussed in a series of braids. Her teeth are fairly sharp, with an average set of canines, but to enhance the effect she often wears a pair of prosthetic fangs. Recently, she’s taken a habit to wearing white makeup on her face and hands, which has the annoying habit of rubbing off on anything she touches. She wears a white, v-neck blouse with a fluffy trim, a pair of grayish slacks, and brown boots. She has a golden, bejewelled bracelet on her wrist, and a white lace choker around her throat. Her horns extend up, tilted somewhat out, with sharp hooks at the ends.
Symbol: symbols.com/gi.php?type=1&id=821&i=1
Lusus: A long, sinuous cobra-like beast named Snakedad. Hecare wanted to call it Bloodire after the famous rainbow drinker in “Sun Striders,” the best book series to ever grace the surface of Alternia. Snakedad, in its infinite traditionalist wisdom, vehemently refused.
Sylladex: Grimoire Modus. Items are stored on a page in a dark book, and can only be retrieved by ritualistic chanting of the page’s spell. Unfortunately, most of these spells contain the letter ‘v’, which are nearly impossible for her to properly pronounce with the prosthetic fangs.
Strife specibus: Fangkind. Trying her hardest to live up to her dream, Hecare fights her foes in a true vampiric fashion.
Handle: sunlitVaudevillian
Typing quirk: To emphasize a bite with every sentence, she “Viciously ViVisects Vords Vith Vile VerVe.”
Personality: A true drama queen of fantastical proportions, Hecare takes great care to display every emotion that crosses her mind. She is fascinated by the macabre and dark, especially the allure of her bloodcaste’s rainbow drinker heritage. She herself is not a rainbow drinker, and doubtless ever will be, but this doesn’t stop her from trying. A girl has to have dreams. She is quite intelligent, and will flaunt it if need be, but prefers to brag about her more literary pursuits: She is an avid creator of “Sun Striders” fanfiction and deep, emotional poetry.
God tier: Bard of Dream (Don’t ask. Don’t even bloody ask. I know this isn’t right, I know this isn’t proper, and frankly, I’m scared as to why AP is allowing me, almost telling me, to do this. I fear for all of you. Fear the female bard. Fear the female cod piece.)
Moon: Derse (For sufficient edge. Also, Hecare doesn’t bother with trite formalities such as making beds.)
Land: The Land of Trees and Whispers. A quiet planet filled with tall, dark oaks, spreading the sunlight overhead in a crossed pattern below. Thin mists dance between the trees, carrying with them words that none can ever hear and truths that none are meant to know.
Extra: She got the booty.
As to the conversation... favorite ships are Solradia and Rosemary. I tend to lean more towards Rosemary, though.
Name: Hecare Eritas
Age: 7 sweeps
Gender: Female
Blood color: Jade
Appearance: Tall and lanky, almost gaunt, with a narrow face. She has long, white-bleached hair, almost down to her hips, that she often keeps trussed in a series of braids. Her teeth are fairly sharp, with an average set of canines, but to enhance the effect she often wears a pair of prosthetic fangs. Recently, she’s taken a habit to wearing white makeup on her face and hands, which has the annoying habit of rubbing off on anything she touches. She wears a white, v-neck blouse with a fluffy trim, a pair of grayish slacks, and brown boots. She has a golden, bejewelled bracelet on her wrist, and a white lace choker around her throat. Her horns extend up, tilted somewhat out, with sharp hooks at the ends.
Symbol: symbols.com/gi.php?type=1&id=821&i=1
Lusus: A long, sinuous cobra-like beast named Snakedad. Hecare wanted to call it Bloodire after the famous rainbow drinker in “Sun Striders,” the best book series to ever grace the surface of Alternia. Snakedad, in its infinite traditionalist wisdom, vehemently refused.
Sylladex: Grimoire Modus. Items are stored on a page in a dark book, and can only be retrieved by ritualistic chanting of the page’s spell. Unfortunately, most of these spells contain the letter ‘v’, which are nearly impossible for her to properly pronounce with the prosthetic fangs.
Strife specibus: Fangkind. Trying her hardest to live up to her dream, Hecare fights her foes in a true vampiric fashion.
Handle: sunlitVaudevillian
Typing quirk: To emphasize a bite with every sentence, she “Viciously ViVisects Vords Vith Vile VerVe.”
Personality: A true drama queen of fantastical proportions, Hecare takes great care to display every emotion that crosses her mind. She is fascinated by the macabre and dark, especially the allure of her bloodcaste’s rainbow drinker heritage. She herself is not a rainbow drinker, and doubtless ever will be, but this doesn’t stop her from trying. A girl has to have dreams. She is quite intelligent, and will flaunt it if need be, but prefers to brag about her more literary pursuits: She is an avid creator of “Sun Striders” fanfiction and deep, emotional poetry.
God tier: Bard of Dream (Don’t ask. Don’t even bloody ask. I know this isn’t right, I know this isn’t proper, and frankly, I’m scared as to why AP is allowing me, almost telling me, to do this. I fear for all of you. Fear the female bard. Fear the female cod piece.)
Moon: Derse (For sufficient edge. Also, Hecare doesn’t bother with trite formalities such as making beds.)
Land: The Land of Trees and Whispers. A quiet planet filled with tall, dark oaks, spreading the sunlight overhead in a crossed pattern below. Thin mists dance between the trees, carrying with them words that none can ever hear and truths that none are meant to know.
Extra: She got the booty.
As to the conversation... favorite ships are Solradia and Rosemary. I tend to lean more towards Rosemary, though.
-Character Sheet-
Name: Gabanre Von Houten
Age: 25
Description: I do not know if this is acceptable, if not i have an 2nd one which will be it then.
1(Primairy):
After suffering an big accident in a plamsa storm, his family, which was really rich paid a lot of money to save Gabanre. Due to this he is half cyborg with his right leg and arm being cyberbernetics. The otherside is normal huma. Since he thinks it looks weird, he prefers to wear a long cape as good as always. He has short blonde hair and has almost no facial hair. One of his eyes is a cybernetic and the other one is pure red due to fusion with plasma.
During the storm his body fused with the plasma, this is an explanation of his skills.
2(Secondary, if first option not allowed):
Short blonde hair and blue eyes. He wears black clothes most of the time but is not gothic.
Skills:
1(Primairy):
Due to fusion with plasma, he is cabale of making forcefields and plasma without any other sources then himself. He is agile but not really strong in the human part, but his cybernetics make those parts stronger then human.
His eye calculates the speed of plasma and makes him able to dodge them when he has vision on the bullet.
He prefers to never use his sword, but when he is forced to he can use it quite good.
2(Secondary): He was trained for a special ops for one of the "Energy Providers". So he is capable using plasma guns and plasma swords, he prefers the last. Due to this he is quite agile but not really strong. He knows how to sneak and is capable of stealth.
Equipment:
1(Primairy): Cybernetic eye, cybernetic right arm and leg.
Plamsa sword
Black coat
2(Secondary): Plasma gun and Plamsa Sword
Black coat
Capable of making forcefields with his mind
Backstory:
1(primairy):
After suffering an big accident in a plamsa storm, his family, which was really rich paid a lot of money to save Gabanre. AFfter that he has been in the hospital for around 1 and an half year. When he got out of the hospital most of the world was already corrupt aswell as his family. This made him sad, and he ran away from his family.
He never had a permanent home after that. He made money by being a mercenary for maffioso. And due to this has quite a good knowledge about that world. When the maffioso he worked for last tried to kill him, he wiped the enitre family of the ground, atleast that is what he thought. When he noticed that he could do a lot on his own he started to make justice on the planet. His nickname is "The Reaper of Souls" named after all the killing he does out of justice.
2(Secondary):
After a long training in a special academy he got to do his first mission, which was to assasinate one of the more powerfull maffioso leader. He impressed the maffioso by straight up killing the guy he was supossed to kill, and they invtited him to the maffioso. When he declined he got attacked by the Maffioso, forced to flee he ran up the streets and that was here he met someone special to him. A woman who thought about justice all the time called: Diana Moon. Whom decided to adopt him.
After his adoption he got a lot of missions to kill wrongdo-ers. After a lot of succes he got caught by one of his instructors. And thus a period of captivity started. It was a hard time and he had to under go a lot of experiments on his body. One of the was the infusion of plasma, which left him with one special power to create force fields with his mind. After around a year Diana got him free, but died in the process. Her last words were: "GO, GO for your self.... You can get this planet good again." after that she died.
Thank you for providing an alternate. The first is fine as long as you leave out the "fusing with plasma" and the special powers associated; the cybernetics is acceptable. If this is undesirable to you, option two is fine to me. My only request is that you read your entire character sheet out loud to yourself and fix any spelling or grammar errors that you find. Once you complete this request, I will revisit for judgement.
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