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A quick introduction of myself and a few associates of mine


For real though, I'm a Brit who dabbles in most genres of roleplay, but tends to go for fantasy and sci-fi in particular. I prefer high casual, but will use a more or less advanced writing style if I like the concept.

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@Ashgan Well, sorry about that. But yeah, looking at the 100+ pages of lore, I think it might be a better idea to do this with people familiar with the setting. On another note, 2nd edition is coming (relatively) soon.
After re-reading the original Eclipse Phase rulebook, I've decided that explaining the full lore would be incredibly time-consuming and ultimately result in discouraging people from joining. Therefore, I have decided to rp this on another site specifically for Eclipse Phase.

If you saw this post and were interested, the site is here: eclipsephase.com/forum

If you are interested in the setting or the roleplay, I suggest you download the PDF here: robboyle.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/p..

Cassiel

Basic Information

Tier: Moderate Powers
Titles: Fallen Archangel (suffix - Cassiel, Fallen Archangel), The Archangel of Solitude (instead of name - The Archangel of Solitude)
Age: Unknown (created pre-Genesis)
Gender: Male
Race: Angel
Occupation: Ex-archangel
Height: 8'0"
Build: Heavy
Skin tone: Solid gray
Eye colour: Solid gray
Hair: Bald

Details and Background Information

Cassiel - Psychological Description

Both apathetic and mournful, Cassiel has lost care for what happens in the present. He misses his prior greatness, the awe that was once felt by all mortals who looked upon him. He misses the respect of the angels and even the other archangels who would fight alongside him. Now he has lost all that, and current events pass him by as if they don't even happen. He stands by, aware of the many battles he could fight in and all the change he could make to improve the world but never acting. He feels an intense regret for his betrayal of Michael, and occasionally this motivates him to do good for the world, and seek redemption for his crime. More often than not, though, he simply languishes in shame and remains idle, while the people around him might suffer and die.

While Cassiel is mostly inactive, that is not to say he will not fight back when endangered. He is certainly not ready to face the prospect of death, as he believes the angels would not take him back if he were to die, and he would suffer in The Abyss for his sin.

As a combatant, Cassiel is unambitious and often does not even focus on the battle. He will neither focus on huge, powerful swings nor faster, less damaging ones. Instead he will keep himself alive, and otherwise do whatever is most convenient. His superhuman capabilities are usually enough to make up for his lack of focus, though he does not use his wings as much as one would expect. He thinks that using them for anything short of saving his own life would be pretentious: they are the tools of the pure-hearted, and he clearly isn't.
Cassiel - Brief History

Cassiel, like all the angels, was created before Genesis, the beginning of the world. He was named the Archangel of Solitude, and represented courage and a willingness to battle against insane odds: literally one against an army. He witnessed the fall of Lucifer, and his renaming as Satan, and fought alongside Michael, the greatest angel, in the war against Satan. Time has forgotten what happened, but Cassiel failed Michael, and let Satan escape. For that he was condemned. He became a fallen angel, his Solitude now representing a cold loneliness fitting of one who had betrayed his own kin.

He fell to the Earth, and became the shell he is now. Wandering aimlessly, he felt immense regret for what he had done, but he never did anything about it in the years that followed. He witnessed the war against Nyx and Sanguis. He could have helped, but instead watched Sanctus' army fight and die. He had become numb to the world, never able to care about what happened but always able to make a difference.

Recently, he discovered the city of Valhalla and the tournament held to enter. In a rare moment of motivation, he accepted the challenge, hoping Michael would see this and restore him.

Arena Information
Weapons and Gear

  • Angel's Bastard Sword - One of the swords wielded by the angels. Though it lost its magical properties when Cassiel fell, it is still incredibly light for a sword of its size. It is considerably larger than a typical sword, simply because Cassiel's height necessitates it.

Skills and Special Abilities

  • Wings - Even a fallen angel has the ability to fly, though Cassiel rarely uses this ability except to save his own life.
  • Superhuman abilities - Cassiel is more than human. He is stronger, faster and tougher than the vast majority of the human race.
  • Ambidexterity - Cassiel is equally capable with either his left or right hand.

Writing Example

Cassiel walked slowly down a rarely-used road in the wilderness. His bare feet bled silver blood onto the stones he walked over. It was the dead of night, and the full moon's light was showing the way forwards. Cassiel liked the moon. He felt he could empathise with it, how cold and remote it seemed.

Maybe five armed men stepped out of the shadows to surround him. This was hardly a surprise: there were plenty of collectors who'd want some angels' wings on their wall, and these men wanted the small fortune that that would earn them. A short conversation with their leader confirmed this.

The pair in front of him of moved first. They rushed forwards, swords drawn, and the one on the left began to swing. Cassiel caught the blade with his, the swords connecting close to the hilt. His superior height and strength meant that he did not need to focus on the bind, instead kicking the other assailant in the gut. He returned his attention to the first, sidestepping and using the resultant opening to cut the fool's head off. Three or four blows traded between his sword and that of the man who'd just recovered from that kick, and he met a similar fate. Before he could turn around, he felt a sharp, cold pain between his ribs. He reached behind him, broke the arm of the man who'd stabbed him, pulled out the dagger and turned around, throwing it square into the chest of the original owner, killing him.

In the time that had taken, one of the two that remained had, quite cleverly, fled. Only the leader remained, wielding a slightly more exotic choice of weaponry: a viscously barbed whip in one hand and a mace in the other.

The instant Cassiel moved forwards the whip was wrapped around his chest, and with a tremendous tug the leader managed to pull Cassiel towards him, to the ground. Cassiel came down in a roll which closed the distance between them, and came up on one knee just in time to block the mace blow aimed at his face. Clearly, this man knew what he was doing.

Cassiel moved in close, where neither the whip, the mace, nor his own sword would have room to swing. Keeping the mace at bay with his sword, he punched the leader several times just below the ribs, rapidly driving him back. Recognising Cassiel's plan, the man dropped the whip and grabbed Cassiel's sword arm at the elbow, pulling it away from his mace, then stamping on Cassiel's foot for good measure. He stepped forwards and swung his mace sideways at Cassiel's neck, attempting to break it, but Cassiel ducked under the swing and took advantage of the opening the miss made. With two quick swings, the man's hand and life left him.
@Sigma God damn it. Well, whatever this project is, it better be good (seriously though no problem).
@Kenaron Looks good so far.

@Lalliman Thanks, appreciate that. My own second is on the go currently, a fallen angel seeking redemption.
Still having problems with Gywn...
@Holy Grail Yeah I agree with Klomster.
@Holy Grail If it's not a clone, I've got no problem.
In the land before time, Littlefoot's mom, depressingly enough, died. But he had memes so all was well. Until Megatron laser cannoned the fire nation, destroying many cabbages and causing Littlefoot to become a powerful earth bender after Cera was brutally flung across the ocean. "By the power of Greyskull," the flaming homosexual wombat exclaimed, as he slipped and fell, only to be caught by a hopeless romantic trying to figure out the meaning of extraterrestrial existence in bed. Then he realized that without cheese, he could not feed his grandmother so he bought some power metal, pure cheesy goodness. However, Littlefoot was a metalbender, meaning the power metal could be bent, which would be glorious for Fire Nation. So Littlefoot challenged Megatron to a fist fight aboard the ship shaped like a cabbage. "Help me, Obi-wan!" Megatron cried, heard by a crimson eagle living in your basement furnace. Littlefoot tried to defeat Megatron by singing sweet nothings and tempting him with bacon, which was remarkably effective.

"Littlefoot," Megatron blushes, his metal lips stuck with bits of bacon while dipping some Szechuan sauce, "I surrender to your superior, the legendary Obi-wan Kenobi and his Mighty Morphing Power Rangers." Littlefoot laughed triumphantly and then said, "I am your father." Reaching out, he took Megatron's PC and downloaded Windows 10.

And then Nestor Makhno appeared.

"This! Is! Sparta!" Makhno bellowed, before stroking his mustache excitedly.

"If you say so, kid." Littlefoot replied, teleporting behind him before placing his hands on his shoulders to warmly embrace Megatron. Makhno, meanwhile, welcomed them both by performing an RKO outta nowhere. Littlefoot was stunned, but Megatron was impressed by his outstanding skillset.

"So tell me," said the man in the mirror, now twirling his hair

"No" Littlefoot unholstered his gat and immediately opened fire on his little toes by accident. Thus proving that a good set of fingers was required when you have little toes.

Makhno declared, "We must go bowling at Barney's Bowl-O-Rama. Now."
@Lalliman @ArenaSnow @ImportantNobody @sMoKe
I'm gonna say yes to multiple characters. Never got as many players as I'd hoped for, so it's probably a good idea.

@Blueflame @Twelveof8 @Kenaron
Where are you guys?
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