Place for me to put CS. Is it CSs or CSes?
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The Specimen
Height: 209cm
Weight: 86kg
Age: 10 (by the year this record has been started, the speciment had spent 10 years on Earth.)
Race/Species: The outlook is similar to human. Through research, the scientists have found many different body part that don't exist in human body. Those body part's funtions are still waiting for further research.
Tier/Influence: 2 (local); The specimen's regeneration and power has almost unlimited potential if being implement correct
Group(s): None yet. Used to belong to the Soviet Union, but the specimen's current location is unknown.
Appearance: Tall, too thin to consider normal. Having a figure similar to a mask covering the object face. The "mask" real purpose is not discover yet. Though some suggest it may help him to survive or a part of himself.
Personality: The specimen presented a high intelligent. His specimen is more efficent but lack of part of the brain responsible for emotion. But the specimen still have a large section of his brain belong to the triune brain. But through conducting many research, the specimen's personality seem to become unstable. The specimen can create large noise but don't seem to have any particular meaning.
Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:
- ( 1 ) Extreme Regeneration -- The Specimen has an extraordinary rengeneration. It can survive or recover from 4000 degree Celsius and -272,9 degree Celsius through hibernation. Can recover from a single drop of blood if being in the best state. If the specimen is living in a harsh environment, then it can modifies it body to endure such condition. Some scientists in my team even speculate the specimen's body part is an evidence for the planet the being had encountered before. If such thing is true, the specimen value is maybe more than just being an alien.
- ( 1 ) Strong Muscel -- The Specimen can lift up 30 tons of object. The specimen average speed is about 50km/h and top speed equivalent to 1440km/h for about 10 minutes. Can enter “overdrive” mode, further increasing the specimen speed and strength for 3 minutes. But no further more, or else the speciment will die permanently. Unless the specimen's regeneration can be further improve, then exceeding the specimen's limitation is not a choice.
- ( 4 ) Blood Spill -- The specimen blood's is very contagious. If having direct contact with the speciment blood through touch or drink, then the infected must be killed by all cost. The infected also has similar ability to the specimen's, but weaker. The infected's will only last for a hour or a day at best and then will blow up. Until we develop a cure or a drug to counter this thing, creating the "Newborn" will not be recommend.
- ( 4 ) Heat Drain -- The specimen have the abilty to drain the environment by absorbing the surrounding heat. The longer the object is in the speciment aura, the faster the object lose it heat. The average speed for a cup of boiling water to become ice approximately 10 minutes in a room in 50 degree Celsius. This maybe due to its high calories consumption. But the range of the aura is about 5 to 10 meter, depending if there is an object blocking the way.
- ( 1 ) Complex Brain] — The brain of the subject is highly advance, allowing it to study as a faster rate (about 29 times human brain).
Drawbacks:
- ( 1 ) The specimen rarely speak.
- ( 1 ) The specimen can't have strong emotion.
- ( 1 ) The specimen lack the ability to mate.
Items: None
History: Because of time, very few record of the specimen can be recovered. Especially after the fall of the Soviet Union. All we know is that the facility built for this creature was destroyed by the Tsar Bomba. All the records that we could found all mention about an “accident”. Because the research facility around this creature was built underground, and giving the specimen was at it best state when the “accident” happened.There is a very high chance that the specimen is still alive Because of its ability and its unknown location, the speciment should be consider highly dangerous.
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Vladimir von Wolfgang
"There is no great genius without some touch of madness."
Name:
Vladimir von Wolfgang
Nickname:
The Crow Followers, The Messenger of Death
Faction:
Mastermind
Rank:
Head of Field Research
Age:
35
Gender
Male
Crime:
-Attempt to alter human's DNA.
-Performing unethical research upon other.
-Torturing patients/prisoners.
-Performing unethical research upon other.
-Torturing patients/prisoners.
Reputation
Before entering the colony, Vladimir von Wolfgang is a nomad doctor, keeping record of those that die because of sickness, following in the crows in the sky. For other survivors, he is a messenger of death, an extremely bad luck sign when encountered. Some tried to murder him, but here he is living, breathing, and doing his best. Studying. Researching. Curing.
After entering the colony, there are few that tried to question his knowledge in the Mastermind faction. But any attempt is being swept through like F6 tornado during 2044. Winning the position as the Head of Field Research, Vladimir von Wolgang's apperance prove to be an intimidation to those below, and a threat to other factions.
After entering the colony, there are few that tried to question his knowledge in the Mastermind faction. But any attempt is being swept through like F6 tornado during 2044. Winning the position as the Head of Field Research, Vladimir von Wolgang's apperance prove to be an intimidation to those below, and a threat to other factions.
Height
6'1"
Weight
150
Appearance
Vlad is a tall, but a little bit thin man. He always dress to other as a man in a long black coat, and covering his face with a bird-like mask. The coat and the mask show its owner attempt to maintain but failed with many places patched on his coat, scar or broken pieces on the mask, and stain of mud and blood scattered here and there. Sign of fighting or dinging can be seen all over his outfit
Positive Traits:
- Intelligent
- Serious
- No mercy
Negative Traits:
- Lack of common sense
- Pessimism: Vlad tend to look at the bad sides before looking the bad sides
- Over thinking
Personality Description
At least 3 paragraphs. Describe in depth your character's negative and positive traits.
Quirks
- Studying
- Thinking
- Unusual sleeping habit: Vladimir only need to sleep about four to five hours each day
Specialties
- Extremely good at microbiology
- Decent at combat
- Extremely good at autopsy: can maintain all internal organ and outside appearance of the corpse if needed
Weaknesses
- To strict to tolerate other people fault
- Not very good at socializing with other
- A little xenophobia to strangers. Unless Vlad is use to that person around, anything that is not allow by his conscious will be considered as a possible threat.
Inventory
- If you are a muse or mastermind, include your mask or flag, also include any weapons carrying
- A bird mask
- A big caravan
- Lot of research tool
- a dagger and an Smith and Wesson 500 Magnum
Fears
- Losing any body parts
- Got sick by a disease
- Fear of everything and himself is only a product of someone's dream
Secret(s)
(At least one. Describe something about your character that the rest are unaware of. Make it as treacherous or interesting as you please.)
Goal(s)
(At least one. Describe something your character wishes for the most in life.)
History
Your character's life story up until this point. At least 3 paragraphs.
(Once you finish your character sheet, send it as a private message to me for approval. Erase this message once you finish)
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Scarescrow Sociopath
Member
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Appearance: 
Name: Joshua Volga
Username: Vulture
Chat color: Crimson ( DC143C)
Devices and tools:
*A crappy Macbook air.
*Mossberg 500 Pump Shotgun with silencer
*S&W 500 magnum
*Bergara B-14 HMR with 10x scope
*Gransfors Bruks AB 35 inches version
Occupation: Serial Killer/ Fisherman/ Dealer for selling illegal organ on the black markets and the Russian Mafia
Cyberskills: Data reading and eliminating (enough to delete the victim history that directly to him without leaving a fingerprint)
Personality:
Background:
The Goddess
I saw her there, on that ruin of Yemen. Her eyes were red and her breath was short. Her chest behind the soft and dark cloth reveals her magnificent beauty. Her long black hair wove me into these dark desires that I know God shall not forgive. Her eyes filled with hatred as each time I took a closer step near her. She was the good and I am the bad.
And then, we dance.
For a moment, we walked in a circle of intimacy. Her gaze pierced my soul with thousand of invisible blades. If my goddess is yelling at me for laying my disgusting eyes on the beautiful creation of God. Then I would gladly pull my out eyes out of my tiny brain. The goosebumps appeared under my armor as she was passing her judgment. The chill from the air makes the chain of the monster inside me to lose as I stared directly at that crafted face. The pebbles fall down with each of her graceful steps carefully placed on the rocky surface. Her pants covered her ankle, but I can imagine her white and soft feet under that rough and thick cloth. And together, we dance in the circle. The howling wind soon becomes the conductor of ours great duets. Pebbles and concrete become our playground. Dead victims become our spectators, only acts as a decoration to her already beautiful face. The long dark hair, green eyes, soft and delicate lips, white teeth, long and thin eyebrows hypnotized me. And the full moon on our head witnesses our testimony.
But she ran.
And then I chased her. On two. Then four. Paws touch the ground. Accidentally losing balanced and slamming into the dead things that lied on the asphalt. But I quickly regain my balanced and chased after her as fast as I could. Couldn't she understand my love? I wondered to myself as I quickly close our distances. I could hear her panting, short but filled with this dandelions smell. Her sweat was like pearls, decorating on her yellow skin forehead. We ran in this endless maze, ruined of Yemen. She hoped to escape this fool that lay eyes on her. But I wished she would be mine.
And it seems like God want us to be together. In her eyes, I am probably nothing more than a devil that wear the skin of man. That I am the worst of the worst, the thing that pig excreted after their meals. No matter what she thinks, it pained me. For to me, she was shining the new light on the horizon that lay in front of us. But it was nothing to her beauty, which seems to increase with each breath that she takes from. The sound of the nearby collapsing building could not shift my attention from the panting that came from her cherry lips.
Precious was her flesh. Warm was her body. Soft her sound. Sorrow was her crying. And how beautiful it is for her to smile when she died. Even with her discarded body, the goddess still looks so innocent in her sleep. If she could be on our side, then I surely would fell in love with her. And I tasted her all, with the flesh that came from her. The blood I drank without sharing to the crow or the dead nearby. It seems like even after death, she still cares for this fool like me. Even hate, she still sacrifices her flesh for my mouth to taste such delicate and beautiful meal.
The next day, I return to my comrades and just said that everyone had died in that mission. And no one asked a word about what happened during those moments. Only a few reports had to be filled, a few more rebellions need to be killed, a few more targets need to be hunted. And none of them could fill the emptiness in my heart.
Return home
I return home in Point Barrow, Alaska and have almost nothing in my pockets. An old abandoned mines, frozen roads, a desperately needed to repair the house, and a bunch of stuff that I myself care none. I feel useless. This burning desire inside me doesn't stop. Nights and nights with different women make no improvement. They were ugly, pigs wearing the human skins. Their snorts and screams had nothing like her. Drive with their most basics form of desire, these beasts understand no concept of beauty. Disgusting they are. They are nothing like her, not even like a strand of her hair. Her eyes still fill my mind in my sleep. Her screaming noise of despair is my anecdote. Her dandelion smell is filling the atmosphere of every corner that I lay my eyes upon. Each night, my dream keeps relapsing of what could be.
During my time, I join and acted as a right hand for the Russian Mafia. They offered me illegal vodka and stuff that I could not remember. I worked there for a few years, making the Head treat me almost like a younger brother and give me many legal money. In return, I kill some and oppressed his family members and those that dared to go against him. I worked there for a few years, before being replaced by another younger guy. He was brought by the Head's Wife and pretty young. So before getting fired, I talked to my Head about their affairs. Before leaving, the boss handed me his laptops along with the rights to form a new trade of organs delivery with the Chinese. I give the Head's blood brother my power in controlling the gang, in return to promise to deliver the corpse that I kill. The price is small but the profit is huge. So the problem is not about worrying that would the Head betrayed me, but whether are there enough for me to kill. And it seems the cops are suspecting me so I am planning to hide for a moment.
2 years of hiding
I had finally made it to the Russian. Staying in the Far East right now. I also had used the invitation card of the Head to logged into an impressive site called as Hackers. Chatroom. And I am planning to get a job as it seems by bones are crackling with the stupid weather of Russian. Hope that I could shift my killing from killing stupid teens who drink too much into real victims.
Name: Joshua Volga
Username: Vulture
Chat color: Crimson ( DC143C)
Devices and tools:
*A crappy Macbook air.
*Mossberg 500 Pump Shotgun with silencer
*S&W 500 magnum
*Bergara B-14 HMR with 10x scope
*Gransfors Bruks AB 35 inches version
Occupation: Serial Killer/ Fisherman/ Dealer for selling illegal organ on the black markets and the Russian Mafia
Cyberskills: Data reading and eliminating (enough to delete the victim history that directly to him without leaving a fingerprint)
Personality:
- Real Life: nice, generous, sociable, kind
Hunter: psychopath, douchebag, sadist
Cyber: Oddball as he sometimes very intelligent but sometimes can be a dumb piece of rock
Background:
The Goddess
I saw her there, on that ruin of Yemen. Her eyes were red and her breath was short. Her chest behind the soft and dark cloth reveals her magnificent beauty. Her long black hair wove me into these dark desires that I know God shall not forgive. Her eyes filled with hatred as each time I took a closer step near her. She was the good and I am the bad.
And then, we dance.
For a moment, we walked in a circle of intimacy. Her gaze pierced my soul with thousand of invisible blades. If my goddess is yelling at me for laying my disgusting eyes on the beautiful creation of God. Then I would gladly pull my out eyes out of my tiny brain. The goosebumps appeared under my armor as she was passing her judgment. The chill from the air makes the chain of the monster inside me to lose as I stared directly at that crafted face. The pebbles fall down with each of her graceful steps carefully placed on the rocky surface. Her pants covered her ankle, but I can imagine her white and soft feet under that rough and thick cloth. And together, we dance in the circle. The howling wind soon becomes the conductor of ours great duets. Pebbles and concrete become our playground. Dead victims become our spectators, only acts as a decoration to her already beautiful face. The long dark hair, green eyes, soft and delicate lips, white teeth, long and thin eyebrows hypnotized me. And the full moon on our head witnesses our testimony.
But she ran.
And then I chased her. On two. Then four. Paws touch the ground. Accidentally losing balanced and slamming into the dead things that lied on the asphalt. But I quickly regain my balanced and chased after her as fast as I could. Couldn't she understand my love? I wondered to myself as I quickly close our distances. I could hear her panting, short but filled with this dandelions smell. Her sweat was like pearls, decorating on her yellow skin forehead. We ran in this endless maze, ruined of Yemen. She hoped to escape this fool that lay eyes on her. But I wished she would be mine.
And it seems like God want us to be together. In her eyes, I am probably nothing more than a devil that wear the skin of man. That I am the worst of the worst, the thing that pig excreted after their meals. No matter what she thinks, it pained me. For to me, she was shining the new light on the horizon that lay in front of us. But it was nothing to her beauty, which seems to increase with each breath that she takes from. The sound of the nearby collapsing building could not shift my attention from the panting that came from her cherry lips.
Precious was her flesh. Warm was her body. Soft her sound. Sorrow was her crying. And how beautiful it is for her to smile when she died. Even with her discarded body, the goddess still looks so innocent in her sleep. If she could be on our side, then I surely would fell in love with her. And I tasted her all, with the flesh that came from her. The blood I drank without sharing to the crow or the dead nearby. It seems like even after death, she still cares for this fool like me. Even hate, she still sacrifices her flesh for my mouth to taste such delicate and beautiful meal.
The next day, I return to my comrades and just said that everyone had died in that mission. And no one asked a word about what happened during those moments. Only a few reports had to be filled, a few more rebellions need to be killed, a few more targets need to be hunted. And none of them could fill the emptiness in my heart.
Return home
I return home in Point Barrow, Alaska and have almost nothing in my pockets. An old abandoned mines, frozen roads, a desperately needed to repair the house, and a bunch of stuff that I myself care none. I feel useless. This burning desire inside me doesn't stop. Nights and nights with different women make no improvement. They were ugly, pigs wearing the human skins. Their snorts and screams had nothing like her. Drive with their most basics form of desire, these beasts understand no concept of beauty. Disgusting they are. They are nothing like her, not even like a strand of her hair. Her eyes still fill my mind in my sleep. Her screaming noise of despair is my anecdote. Her dandelion smell is filling the atmosphere of every corner that I lay my eyes upon. Each night, my dream keeps relapsing of what could be.
During my time, I join and acted as a right hand for the Russian Mafia. They offered me illegal vodka and stuff that I could not remember. I worked there for a few years, making the Head treat me almost like a younger brother and give me many legal money. In return, I kill some and oppressed his family members and those that dared to go against him. I worked there for a few years, before being replaced by another younger guy. He was brought by the Head's Wife and pretty young. So before getting fired, I talked to my Head about their affairs. Before leaving, the boss handed me his laptops along with the rights to form a new trade of organs delivery with the Chinese. I give the Head's blood brother my power in controlling the gang, in return to promise to deliver the corpse that I kill. The price is small but the profit is huge. So the problem is not about worrying that would the Head betrayed me, but whether are there enough for me to kill. And it seems the cops are suspecting me so I am planning to hide for a moment.
2 years of hiding
I had finally made it to the Russian. Staying in the Far East right now. I also had used the invitation card of the Head to logged into an impressive site called as Hackers. Chatroom. And I am planning to get a job as it seems by bones are crackling with the stupid weather of Russian. Hope that I could shift my killing from killing stupid teens who drink too much into real victims.
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Scarescrow Sociopath
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Lee Wu
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"Keep yourselves in line, would ya?"
[ 18 | 6'1 | Asian | He/Him | 153 ]
Discipline
APPEARANCE
"Men don't take pride in their outlook but their hard work."
Lee is almost the dream of most Asian man want. Tall, reasonably thin, and white compared to most Asian. If it was not because of his rough and exceptional large hands compared to his body size, Lee would be a model right now. Lee possesses most traits from his mother. From her sharp and large eyes, her pale lips, small shoulders, and small chin, Lee has it all. No matter how you put it, Lee possesses the characteristic of a female more than a male. If you regard of his short side quiff hairstyles, low deep and emotionless tone, his rough and large hand compared to his size, and a serious look that he learned through time, then you will have a tomboy girl with almost every trait of a woman.
As for his daily clothes, Lee used to wear tattered short and ripped jackets, with many patches on it. But due to his "biological father" requirements, he is now required to wear skinny dark blue jeans and a t-shirt. But all those stuff are hidden under a layer of hooded jackets. And on top of his head is a cap made by Behr. Overall, his daily appearance is well suited for him as it is comfortable but still formal enough to start any important conversations with his grandfather. And for his special events, his "biological father," ordered him a few business suits with the same design. Single breasted, structured silhouette, shawl lapels, and many terms following that Lee forgot. The trousers that he supposed to wear is also same designed: long, black, and made by wool. Lee did not know much of these and only tried it a few times before flying over America. Through his trial, Lee's only comment for his formal suit is: "It is quite odd for how appearance can influence man's bravery."
As for his daily clothes, Lee used to wear tattered short and ripped jackets, with many patches on it. But due to his "biological father" requirements, he is now required to wear skinny dark blue jeans and a t-shirt. But all those stuff are hidden under a layer of hooded jackets. And on top of his head is a cap made by Behr. Overall, his daily appearance is well suited for him as it is comfortable but still formal enough to start any important conversations with his grandfather. And for his special events, his "biological father," ordered him a few business suits with the same design. Single breasted, structured silhouette, shawl lapels, and many terms following that Lee forgot. The trousers that he supposed to wear is also same designed: long, black, and made by wool. Lee did not know much of these and only tried it a few times before flying over America. Through his trial, Lee's only comment for his formal suit is: "It is quite odd for how appearance can influence man's bravery."
PSYCHOLOGY
”Forge something in the fire and come out as a weapon or a plume of smoke."
GOAL ⫻ Lee dream is to become someone like Einstein or Newton. He wants to discover and to push human forward, to contribute something to the greater goal and to let his mother proud.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻: Lee believe that everyone must contribute something to the society. And those that are destroying others effort are required to be executed. Also, he thinks that everyone, including him, should be ready for sacrificing themselves for the greater good.And those are against this idea must be frowned upon.
SECRETS ⫻ Sometimes, Lee afraid of his own philosophy.The thought of sacrifice his most beloved keep him pondered at night. And he will never ready to share this secret, for mankind is emotional and they will kill or convert all those that are different from them, especially this little town.
DESIRES ⫻ Lee wishes he could be like others, unworried of his future and live in the present. But that is why it is called as a dream right?
SEXUALITY ⫻ Asexual.Lee thinks it is still too soon for him to fall into any relationship right now.
FEARS ⫻ Lee worst nightmare is being called and considered as a failure, a leech, a malfunction within the system. And shame is the greatest sin that a son could bring upon his family.
REPUTATION⫻ He had just recently moved in here to take care of his biological grandfather. So nobody knew who he really is, apart from the fact that he is the new-come Asian in the town.
PET PEEVES⫻ For Lee, anything that caused shame to his name and family must be avoided at all cost. This including smoking, drinking, using any kinds of drugs,...
QUIRK⫻Although coming out from the poor family, Lee's mother had educated him about reading books whether it is about something he likes or not. So every day, if you search his bag, you will find a few books in it, which is what he going to do for the next hours or days if there aren't any emergencies.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻: Lee believe that everyone must contribute something to the society. And those that are destroying others effort are required to be executed. Also, he thinks that everyone, including him, should be ready for sacrificing themselves for the greater good.And those are against this idea must be frowned upon.
SECRETS ⫻ Sometimes, Lee afraid of his own philosophy.The thought of sacrifice his most beloved keep him pondered at night. And he will never ready to share this secret, for mankind is emotional and they will kill or convert all those that are different from them, especially this little town.
DESIRES ⫻ Lee wishes he could be like others, unworried of his future and live in the present. But that is why it is called as a dream right?
SEXUALITY ⫻ Asexual.Lee thinks it is still too soon for him to fall into any relationship right now.
FEARS ⫻ Lee worst nightmare is being called and considered as a failure, a leech, a malfunction within the system. And shame is the greatest sin that a son could bring upon his family.
REPUTATION⫻ He had just recently moved in here to take care of his biological grandfather. So nobody knew who he really is, apart from the fact that he is the new-come Asian in the town.
PET PEEVES⫻ For Lee, anything that caused shame to his name and family must be avoided at all cost. This including smoking, drinking, using any kinds of drugs,...
QUIRK⫻Although coming out from the poor family, Lee's mother had educated him about reading books whether it is about something he likes or not. So every day, if you search his bag, you will find a few books in it, which is what he going to do for the next hours or days if there aren't any emergencies.
BACKSTORY
”Born in poverty gives me two things: Die in wealth or die in poverty."
Lee was not born in Farmer Hill nor anywhere in the U.S., but he was born in a place at the other end of the Earth, in China. He was a son of a woman, who sold her body as a mean to live.And he was nothing more of an accident of her spending her youth with someone. Despite that, the woman loved and cared for her little angels, who she claimed was sent by God for her to amend her life to a better direction. The woman stops going out from the house at night in the exchange of caring and tending her little son. And she started finding a job at the local school, being the janitors will a low salary. Their life was harsh on all sides. But it never stops the women from sacrificing her beauty to care for her son.
At the age of six, Lee could remember him spending his daytime at school. And at night washing mountains of clothes, with his hand desperately in the frozen water just to earn some cash. And his mother, the once famous for her beauty is now covered in scared. She now has eyes' socket appeared on her face. Her long hair is now cut short, and her soft hand had become stiff under prolonged exposure to bleach. Their daily meal composed of eggs and some self-grown vegetables in their garden. It was still a harsh life, with nothing changed much compared today Lee's birth. But despite all those troubles in his early life, their life was still filled with hope and laughter.
But everything must have an end and so is love. At the age of thirteen, Lee's mother was diagnosed with AIDS.The doctor said it was caused due to her actions in the past. And she was only expected to live for 2 months. It was a torturing moment for Lee, unable to do anything to help her. He was unable to ask for any loans from the bank nor the mafia due to him being so small, so weak, and so insignificant in this world.And with every effort he could, he took care of his mother the best a thirteen years old could. He showed her his perfect score in the class, the money he earned every day from washing the mountain of clothes that now seem as light as washing paper. He did everything for her, making her laugh, to feel being cared, to be proud. And every day under the sunset light cast through the small window, she would whisper while patting softly on his head, "I'm proud of you, son. And I'm thankful for what you have done to me."Until one day, Lee came home and saw her resting on the table, a few meters away from her usual resting place. On the table, laid his favorite soup, along with his mother resting on her arms, eye closing with a smile still appeared on her face. She was resting, like an angel enjoying her rest in this chaotic world. The next day, a funeral appeared in the small house, carrying Lee's mother body to her final resting ground. The family was so poor that Lee was unable to buy her a proper tomb and coffin. And it pained him.
And then, there came a man who declared as Lee's biological father. He did not ask for Lee forgiveness nor his acknowledgment. The only thing that the man asked was to earn his grandfather acknowledgment as the patriarch of the family after his death.And doing so would grant him power and respect in the family. He would provide anything necessary for Lee's abroad fees and all thing he needs. But the man wants his father, Lee's grandfather, to pass his title as the patriarch of the family to Lee's father. In return, Lee's mother name would be included in the family tree and have a proper funeral.
And so Lee agreed with the strange man deal. Although Lee did not care for all those fame and glory that the man provided, but giving his mother a proper funeral is the smallest thing he could do for her. And so, Lee flew to America, a land where he had only read in books and poems, a land filled with people with different skin colors and different languages. It excites Lee a little bit. But Lee's goal was clear, to earn his grandfather agreement on the title.
At the age of six, Lee could remember him spending his daytime at school. And at night washing mountains of clothes, with his hand desperately in the frozen water just to earn some cash. And his mother, the once famous for her beauty is now covered in scared. She now has eyes' socket appeared on her face. Her long hair is now cut short, and her soft hand had become stiff under prolonged exposure to bleach. Their daily meal composed of eggs and some self-grown vegetables in their garden. It was still a harsh life, with nothing changed much compared today Lee's birth. But despite all those troubles in his early life, their life was still filled with hope and laughter.
But everything must have an end and so is love. At the age of thirteen, Lee's mother was diagnosed with AIDS.The doctor said it was caused due to her actions in the past. And she was only expected to live for 2 months. It was a torturing moment for Lee, unable to do anything to help her. He was unable to ask for any loans from the bank nor the mafia due to him being so small, so weak, and so insignificant in this world.And with every effort he could, he took care of his mother the best a thirteen years old could. He showed her his perfect score in the class, the money he earned every day from washing the mountain of clothes that now seem as light as washing paper. He did everything for her, making her laugh, to feel being cared, to be proud. And every day under the sunset light cast through the small window, she would whisper while patting softly on his head, "I'm proud of you, son. And I'm thankful for what you have done to me."Until one day, Lee came home and saw her resting on the table, a few meters away from her usual resting place. On the table, laid his favorite soup, along with his mother resting on her arms, eye closing with a smile still appeared on her face. She was resting, like an angel enjoying her rest in this chaotic world. The next day, a funeral appeared in the small house, carrying Lee's mother body to her final resting ground. The family was so poor that Lee was unable to buy her a proper tomb and coffin. And it pained him.
And then, there came a man who declared as Lee's biological father. He did not ask for Lee forgiveness nor his acknowledgment. The only thing that the man asked was to earn his grandfather acknowledgment as the patriarch of the family after his death.And doing so would grant him power and respect in the family. He would provide anything necessary for Lee's abroad fees and all thing he needs. But the man wants his father, Lee's grandfather, to pass his title as the patriarch of the family to Lee's father. In return, Lee's mother name would be included in the family tree and have a proper funeral.
And so Lee agreed with the strange man deal. Although Lee did not care for all those fame and glory that the man provided, but giving his mother a proper funeral is the smallest thing he could do for her. And so, Lee flew to America, a land where he had only read in books and poems, a land filled with people with different skin colors and different languages. It excites Lee a little bit. But Lee's goal was clear, to earn his grandfather agreement on the title.
SKILLS & TALENTS
”Talents are one thing and hard work is another. Don't mistake thinking they are the same, for they are not."
Asian Blood: There is always an Asian kid that is extraordinary in math and science right? Yeah, he is one of them.
200% of dedication and focus: It is hard to be an Asian, to compete against people that have the same dedication and study as you. But Lee had found a way through all of those self-proclaimed prodigies through hard work. Lee is not the best in literature, but give him time and you will be surprised how far he had gone to improve himself.
200% of dedication and focus: It is hard to be an Asian, to compete against people that have the same dedication and study as you. But Lee had found a way through all of those self-proclaimed prodigies through hard work. Lee is not the best in literature, but give him time and you will be surprised how far he had gone to improve himself.
ABSTRACTION
"If only I have this sooner..."
SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ On one hand, Lee has a symbol of a hammer, and on the other, he has a wall.
ABSTRACTION ⫻ Deconstruction & Reconstruction, Lee's right hand takes apart an object, while the other is able to build the raw materials into something new.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ The Abstraction that Lee has received links to his desire to work hard, and his discipline. He now has the ability to build up something new; with his right hand, an object is taken apart. Converted into a glowing aura that floats uselessly in the air, and has an adaptable form. In this state, Lee can manipulate it to a small extent with focus, basically move it around. But, with a touch of his right hand, and a bit of focus, he can completely change the shape of the object. Such as turning a table into a sword, turning a rock into a blade, and turning a piece of metal into a key. This ability is nearly limitless, can create everything long as he has the materials for it. I should note that this doesn't change the material at all, only the shape of it. A brick will always be made of clay no matter how long he holds onto it. This ability is touch dependant, and it isn't an instant process. The longer he touches the object, the more of it he makes malleable and the inverse applies to creating an object. So, the smaller the object, the faster he can work with it. The only limit is time and stamina, he could possibly make a building, but it'd take hours.
THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ The mountain allows him to convert and create objects at a much faster rate, being able to do it in half in the time. However, the mountain gives him the ability to de/re-construct at a distance. He can use his abilities on anything within fifteen feet of himself. Except, it's much slower than if he touches it with his hands. He also gains the ability to convert one material to another... but only in a very small amount (about a handful).
AURA SENSING ⫻ Lee's aura reading allows him to sense the auras of people who have just broken something for a period of time. If someone broke a bottle, and left it on the ground, he'd be able to sense their aura for about nine minutes, and from around six meters away. If someone trashes someone's car on the other hand, he can sense them from about sixty meters away and for about an hour.
LIMITS ⫻ Again, the biggest limit has to be the conservation of mass. He can't pull materials out of his ass to build with, so he has to work with what he's got. The other limit is time, it takes time for him to take apart an object, and time to put it back together. A pen can instantly be taken apart and put back together, but something larger like a bat would take a minute or two at most. A car would take a few hours to take apart and put back together. The other thing he has to keep in mind is stamina, as doing any of this drains his energy, and he'll get tired after using it for awhile. His power also doesn't work on anything alive/organic (So metal yes, wood, no), or anything destroyed (such as burned beyond all recognition). Other than that, his power lacks limits.
WEAKNESSES ⫻ Concentration is the biggest challenge Lee faces, his ability is completely useless if he cannot focus. It'll take longer, and he'll have a harder time changing the shapes of objects. If it's broken while he's using it, then the objects will be destroyed, and useless to him. If he's interrupted, it may misfire, and injure him (like a piece of his flesh will be disfigured). Being careless/rash can also damage him/the material.
ABSTRACTION ⫻ Deconstruction & Reconstruction, Lee's right hand takes apart an object, while the other is able to build the raw materials into something new.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ The Abstraction that Lee has received links to his desire to work hard, and his discipline. He now has the ability to build up something new; with his right hand, an object is taken apart. Converted into a glowing aura that floats uselessly in the air, and has an adaptable form. In this state, Lee can manipulate it to a small extent with focus, basically move it around. But, with a touch of his right hand, and a bit of focus, he can completely change the shape of the object. Such as turning a table into a sword, turning a rock into a blade, and turning a piece of metal into a key. This ability is nearly limitless, can create everything long as he has the materials for it. I should note that this doesn't change the material at all, only the shape of it. A brick will always be made of clay no matter how long he holds onto it. This ability is touch dependant, and it isn't an instant process. The longer he touches the object, the more of it he makes malleable and the inverse applies to creating an object. So, the smaller the object, the faster he can work with it. The only limit is time and stamina, he could possibly make a building, but it'd take hours.
THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ The mountain allows him to convert and create objects at a much faster rate, being able to do it in half in the time. However, the mountain gives him the ability to de/re-construct at a distance. He can use his abilities on anything within fifteen feet of himself. Except, it's much slower than if he touches it with his hands. He also gains the ability to convert one material to another... but only in a very small amount (about a handful).
AURA SENSING ⫻ Lee's aura reading allows him to sense the auras of people who have just broken something for a period of time. If someone broke a bottle, and left it on the ground, he'd be able to sense their aura for about nine minutes, and from around six meters away. If someone trashes someone's car on the other hand, he can sense them from about sixty meters away and for about an hour.
LIMITS ⫻ Again, the biggest limit has to be the conservation of mass. He can't pull materials out of his ass to build with, so he has to work with what he's got. The other limit is time, it takes time for him to take apart an object, and time to put it back together. A pen can instantly be taken apart and put back together, but something larger like a bat would take a minute or two at most. A car would take a few hours to take apart and put back together. The other thing he has to keep in mind is stamina, as doing any of this drains his energy, and he'll get tired after using it for awhile. His power also doesn't work on anything alive/organic (So metal yes, wood, no), or anything destroyed (such as burned beyond all recognition). Other than that, his power lacks limits.
WEAKNESSES ⫻ Concentration is the biggest challenge Lee faces, his ability is completely useless if he cannot focus. It'll take longer, and he'll have a harder time changing the shapes of objects. If it's broken while he's using it, then the objects will be destroyed, and useless to him. If he's interrupted, it may misfire, and injure him (like a piece of his flesh will be disfigured). Being careless/rash can also damage him/the material.
OTHER
”I’m busy. So would you mind packs up your stuff and leave? The door is on the right, and the hand knob is also the right. Just in case, you know?"
"Get the flu out, now."
OP
Scarescrow Sociopath
Member
Seen
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Appearance:
Name: Paralyze
Title: (None)
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Human
Background: Well, I’m paralyzed for like 2 years. So yeah, welcome to a paralyzed person life. But I really don't prefer you guy to dig further. Just know that I have been paralyzed due to an accident. So, yeah, that is it for now.
Class: Marauder
Health: 2200 (16+3 due to beginning bonus)
Mana: 900
Strength: 32 (17+3 due to beginning bonus)
Agility: 10
Intelligence: 4
Level: 9
Renn: 1389 Renn
Debt: 405 Renn
Experience: 687/2570
Skills:
Mace Wielding: 32
Unarmed Combat: 30
Searching: 5
Hiding: 7
Cooking: 5
Crafting: 4
Actions:
Items:
Mace (120 Rn)
Leather Armor (100 Rn)
1 Dried Biscuit (10 Rn)
1 Rope (30 Rn)
1 Candle (15 Rn)
Waterskin (25 Rn)
Beautiful Flower (2 Rn)
Leathers gloves (15 Rn)
Leather boots (20 Rn)
Kite shield (250 Rn)
Hatchet (50 Rn)
One green potion
One potion of might
Name: Paralyze
Title: (None)
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Human
Background: Well, I’m paralyzed for like 2 years. So yeah, welcome to a paralyzed person life. But I really don't prefer you guy to dig further. Just know that I have been paralyzed due to an accident. So, yeah, that is it for now.
Class: Marauder
Health: 2200 (16+3 due to beginning bonus)
Mana: 900
Strength: 32 (17+3 due to beginning bonus)
Agility: 10
Intelligence: 4
Level: 9
Renn: 1389 Renn
Debt: 405 Renn
Experience: 687/2570
Skills:
Mace Wielding: 32
Unarmed Combat: 30
Searching: 5
Hiding: 7
Cooking: 5
Crafting: 4
Actions:
- *Stomp (1/Marauder) - User stomps the ground, briefly stunning all nearby targets. 50MP.
*Tackle (1/Marauder) - User immediately tackles a nearby target, dealing damage and stunning briefly. User and target both move forward a bit and user ends up in melee range with the target. 50MP.
*Thick Skin (1/Marauder) - User gains small damage reduction for a few seconds after being damaged. Does not stack with itself. Passive.
*Mediate (Level 5 skill) - User focuses for few a minutes, recovering either 200HP or 200MP. 0MP cost.
*Boost Self (Level 5 skill) - User gains +5 Strength, Agility and Intelligence for a while. Can only be used once a day. 200MP.
*Strong Body (Level 5 skill) - User gains +10 Strength for a while. Can only be used once a day. 200MP.
*Vengeful (Level 5 skill) - User gains 25% additional Strength for a few seconds after being hit by a melee attack. Passive.
*Strong Stance (Level 5 Skill) - User gains resistance against being knocked off their feet. Passive.
Items:
Mace (120 Rn)
Leather Armor (100 Rn)
1 Dried Biscuit (10 Rn)
1 Rope (30 Rn)
1 Candle (15 Rn)
Waterskin (25 Rn)
Beautiful Flower (2 Rn)
Leathers gloves (15 Rn)
Leather boots (20 Rn)
Kite shield (250 Rn)
Hatchet (50 Rn)
One green potion
One potion of might
OP
Scarescrow Sociopath
Member
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Vassia Depreux
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"It is always a good day to do something.
19 | 5’11” | Greek/French |She/Her | 161 ]
Fierce
APPEARANCE
"Yes, yes, let me change."
Standing upright at 5’11, Vassia is one of the tallest girl in town, usually securing her position at the bottom corner of the picture frame in group shot. And you might as well call her a male, seeing how she does look the part. Short hair. Broad shoulders and developed muscles. It is safe to assume that the extensive amount of training she has endured since eleventh has an everlasting effect on her body. The petite and slender frame now turned into a muscular build, lacking the softness and fragility one would seek from the female while providing in abundance the rigid nature of a man. Broken nose and multiple scars around the kneecaps and knuckles, aftermath of injuries. But it is not to say she does not possess any feminine traits, albeit they are usually overshadowed by her build. Long eyelashes and a set of green downturned eyes, gifts from her father. Even lips by her mother’s standard, although the lower one does seem to be a bit bigger compared to the upper ones. Fairly white despite her constant work out.
As part of her daily appearance, Vasia used to wear shorts when she was young, and that habit never die. Usually seen wearing brown khakis or black training shorts and always a tank top, Vasia dressed for only two purposes. To not feel uncomfortable when the sweat etched on the clothes and quick to change, that is her dressing policies. And if the situation calls for formality on its hosts, usually when she is needed to attend a party of her mother’s friends, she would wear a dark padded blazer, usually made by cashmere or silk, that comes with 2 buttons, flapped pockets, and single breasted just for its sense of professionalism. And paired up with that that would surely be a white blouse and a custom made trousers just to show off that she is rich. But once or twice everytime the Haley comet comes, she'll wear a dress for its femininity. Vas didn’t have a good reason behind it outside of just having an urge to do so.
As part of her daily appearance, Vasia used to wear shorts when she was young, and that habit never die. Usually seen wearing brown khakis or black training shorts and always a tank top, Vasia dressed for only two purposes. To not feel uncomfortable when the sweat etched on the clothes and quick to change, that is her dressing policies. And if the situation calls for formality on its hosts, usually when she is needed to attend a party of her mother’s friends, she would wear a dark padded blazer, usually made by cashmere or silk, that comes with 2 buttons, flapped pockets, and single breasted just for its sense of professionalism. And paired up with that that would surely be a white blouse and a custom made trousers just to show off that she is rich. But once or twice everytime the Haley comet comes, she'll wear a dress for its femininity. Vas didn’t have a good reason behind it outside of just having an urge to do so.
PSYCHOLOGY
"If you have no intention to come out winning, what is the point then?"
MAIN GOAL ⫻ Unlike her sister, who has denounced her father’s acknowledgement, Vassia is still searching for glory, of becoming so great that she could live in her bubble of perfection once more.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ On you set out, there is no home to return to. That is what Vassia believes. The idea that everyone must sacrifice something, sometimes everything they have to reach for the goals. And those who don’t have the guts or settled for the lower fruits are just wasting resources.
SECRETS ⫻ During her more rebellious years, she has a streak of vandalizing the stores around the town. Although she never gets caught for doing so, this would not look great on her portfolio.
DESIRES ⫻ Glory and its associated power. So great, that no one could ever forget her existence. Not while she live nor after a thousand years after her coffin had been lowered.
SEXUALITY ⫻ Bisexual. If there exist more than one gender, why should she be satisfy conquering one half of the world?
FEARS ⫻ Realizing that all she strives for is nothing more than a lucid dream. That what she does will never be enough and events that had happened will never changed.
REPUTATION ⫻ Although mainly known as the local rich kid, Vassia would be more grateful if people could overlook her social upbringing with her actual hard work.
PET PEEVES ⫻ Wimps. Vassia couldn’t describe how much she hated those that are unable to stand up for themselves and their ideas. She despises them. If it were not because there is a line that she has to keep, these wimps deserve to be bully.
QUIRKS ⫻ She has a bad habit of rubbing her hand together before starting to do something that require physical labor. Aside from that, she usually scratches her head when being embarrassed.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ On you set out, there is no home to return to. That is what Vassia believes. The idea that everyone must sacrifice something, sometimes everything they have to reach for the goals. And those who don’t have the guts or settled for the lower fruits are just wasting resources.
SECRETS ⫻ During her more rebellious years, she has a streak of vandalizing the stores around the town. Although she never gets caught for doing so, this would not look great on her portfolio.
DESIRES ⫻ Glory and its associated power. So great, that no one could ever forget her existence. Not while she live nor after a thousand years after her coffin had been lowered.
SEXUALITY ⫻ Bisexual. If there exist more than one gender, why should she be satisfy conquering one half of the world?
FEARS ⫻ Realizing that all she strives for is nothing more than a lucid dream. That what she does will never be enough and events that had happened will never changed.
REPUTATION ⫻ Although mainly known as the local rich kid, Vassia would be more grateful if people could overlook her social upbringing with her actual hard work.
PET PEEVES ⫻ Wimps. Vassia couldn’t describe how much she hated those that are unable to stand up for themselves and their ideas. She despises them. If it were not because there is a line that she has to keep, these wimps deserve to be bully.
QUIRKS ⫻ She has a bad habit of rubbing her hand together before starting to do something that require physical labor. Aside from that, she usually scratches her head when being embarrassed.
BACKSTORY
Please, call me Vas.
Born as a product of love and commitment between two souls; Vas was brought to the world under the roof of the Depreux’s family. And being their first born daughter, she only deserved the best. Dolls houses, expensive dresses, and her own maid, Mrs. Depreux, her mother, taken the term “extensive care” to whole new level. But that is not to say she is the only child of the family. As a matter of the fact, Vassia has a younger sister, born later than her by 2 minutes named Stefani. But unlike her older sister, this child does not receive the same treatment as her older twin. While it is unreasonable to assume the mother doesn’t love her second as the first ones, it is safe to say there is an uneven playing field between the two. Thus, mistreatment started the feud between the two sisters.
But as time goes by, Vas and her sister’s feud subsided. Their fights became less and less frequent. Their interactions scarce. Until one day, both does not acknowledge another existence. They know the other exist, but they choose to overlook it. And if it weren’t because they are still residing in the same roof, carrying the term “family” outside, maybe this is nothing more than an apartment for them.
And Vas knew. She knew about this trouble, of this unacknowledged state between her and her sister. And despite the multiple talk her mother had with her, Vas could not overlook what her sister has done.
Her sister broke the family.
She tears it down. Unintentionally, she said. And here is the problem, back when they were young, her father had a relationship with another woman. Mommy doesn’t know about it, constantly thinking that the “business trips” were “business trips” only. And for some reason, Daddy decided to bring her home, introducing her as the Vassia’s maid. And of course, Vassia knew first. But she paid no mind in it. For to her, Daddy is perfect. He served the nation. He fought the war. He won medals for fencing and his excellent serving in the military. He brought the once crumpling Depreaux house from a middle class to the elite with nothing in hands to the largest farm in town.
Her father was everything. Everything that Vassia wanted to become. To use the term idolized is not enough to portray her enthusiasm when receiving praises from him. And so, if he is God, she is ready to overlook for some his trouble.
And yet, her stupid, idiotic, pathetic, sister have to tell their Mommy about Dad’s wrongdoing. Couldn’t she just shut up? Has he done anything to her but love and more love? And this is how she repaid her father for the 12 years long of passionate care and fatherly love? No, Vassia couldn’t take such a betrayed dog like that as her sister. Her pride back then wouldn’t let her to steep so low while her stubbornness refused to acknowledge her father's problems.
It has been 7 years from her father disappearance. And... Truth be told, Vas wasn't sure if she could accepted her twin. They have grew too distance from each other. Just two strangers with the same mother living under the same roof. That is all.
SKILLS & TALENTS
"You ever wonder, what is “talents”?"
- [Acute hearing]⫻: Like the name suggested, her ears can hear higher frequencies sound comparing to those that are around her. But the sound that she can hear is nothing more than a high-pitched whistle, cool to hear but a pain while taking a test or training.
- [100m sprint]: Stemmed from anger toward her twin, Vassia took the most physical demanding exercise she could think of back then to blow off some steam. 7 years gone by and she doesn’t do it just because of blowing of steam anymore. For somewhere in her life, the glory and pride have taken a higher ranking than her twin’s position.
- [Psychology]: To be more specific, Vass schedule focused primarily in computing as she planned to be more involved in AI development.
- [Driving]: She is 19, old enough to drive her own car. Not old enough to drink and drive though, so there is that.
ABSTRACTION
"Witness my Glory."
SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Located on her forehead, the sigil manifests as a crown with strong lights, as if the heat of day in Sahara desert just appear, gushing out from the small symbol. This light, of course, doesn't exist. Instead, it is nothing more than a psychological effect.
ABSTRACTION ⫻ Glory-Waves, the ability to create explosive energy that also induces awe in people that witness it.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Vassia has the ability to, at will, to produce massive waves of gold colored energy that is plasmic in nature and is thus incredibly hot. This energy goes in all directions and will absolutely decimate most forms of matter. Wood will be disintegrated, metal will melt in time, and people will be burned up by the power that Vassia exerts. Glory Waves will also do insane amounts of damage to Extra-Normal beings, even if they're more resistant to it. This ability also has the ability to induce awe of Vassia's power in people that view it. It bypasses the Awakened resistance to such abilities, and even people that are possessed will be forced to dread and respect her, possibly breaking their possession. Unlike many Awakened abilities, there is no channeling or manipulating the energy - there is only an on-switch and an off-switch. The energy quickly floods five meters in all directions until it creates a dome, and it'll remain there until Vassia deactivates her ability. Vassia herself is immune to the heat that she generates.
IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Vassia's abstraction's range goes from five meters to fifteen meters and the heat will double, making her an incredibly destructive figure in the mountain. However, she gains the ability to channel small amounts of it through her body to, say, produce a beam of this energy as opposed to a bomb of the energy. In addition, she'll gain the ability to channel her awe without even having to active her bomb to say, intimidate a foe into backing down.
LIMITS ⫻ Unless she's in the presence of the mountain, Vassia's abstraction is powerful and uncontrollable, which means that she's as much of a threat to her friends as her enemies. While the Awakened are resistant to it enough to withstand its effects, it's only for a short period of time. So it's difficult to use if she's with friends or in a place she doesn't want to destroy. Even in the presence of the mountain, channeling her abstraction into blasts is unstable, which means the abstraction can explode in her hands after excessively use. So the most that Vassia can keep the Glory-Wave going is around five minutes straight tops, or else she'll exhaust herself and pass out.
WEAKNESSES ⫻ As stated before, the glory waves are incredibly destructive and will destroy anything that isn't either immune to heat or herself. So if she uses it in a building she may destroy the building, or hurt her friends in the process. In addition, it doesn't discriminate to what she has in her so it can destroy an important item, and often anticipates her clothing. It's also linked to people's perception of her; if they believe that she is powerful and is in wow of her abilities then she can access it. If she hasn't impressed a group of people with her skills, appearance, or personality yet then she will not be able to access its full power.
ABSTRACTION ⫻ Glory-Waves, the ability to create explosive energy that also induces awe in people that witness it.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Vassia has the ability to, at will, to produce massive waves of gold colored energy that is plasmic in nature and is thus incredibly hot. This energy goes in all directions and will absolutely decimate most forms of matter. Wood will be disintegrated, metal will melt in time, and people will be burned up by the power that Vassia exerts. Glory Waves will also do insane amounts of damage to Extra-Normal beings, even if they're more resistant to it. This ability also has the ability to induce awe of Vassia's power in people that view it. It bypasses the Awakened resistance to such abilities, and even people that are possessed will be forced to dread and respect her, possibly breaking their possession. Unlike many Awakened abilities, there is no channeling or manipulating the energy - there is only an on-switch and an off-switch. The energy quickly floods five meters in all directions until it creates a dome, and it'll remain there until Vassia deactivates her ability. Vassia herself is immune to the heat that she generates.
IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Vassia's abstraction's range goes from five meters to fifteen meters and the heat will double, making her an incredibly destructive figure in the mountain. However, she gains the ability to channel small amounts of it through her body to, say, produce a beam of this energy as opposed to a bomb of the energy. In addition, she'll gain the ability to channel her awe without even having to active her bomb to say, intimidate a foe into backing down.
LIMITS ⫻ Unless she's in the presence of the mountain, Vassia's abstraction is powerful and uncontrollable, which means that she's as much of a threat to her friends as her enemies. While the Awakened are resistant to it enough to withstand its effects, it's only for a short period of time. So it's difficult to use if she's with friends or in a place she doesn't want to destroy. Even in the presence of the mountain, channeling her abstraction into blasts is unstable, which means the abstraction can explode in her hands after excessively use. So the most that Vassia can keep the Glory-Wave going is around five minutes straight tops, or else she'll exhaust herself and pass out.
WEAKNESSES ⫻ As stated before, the glory waves are incredibly destructive and will destroy anything that isn't either immune to heat or herself. So if she uses it in a building she may destroy the building, or hurt her friends in the process. In addition, it doesn't discriminate to what she has in her so it can destroy an important item, and often anticipates her clothing. It's also linked to people's perception of her; if they believe that she is powerful and is in wow of her abilities then she can access it. If she hasn't impressed a group of people with her skills, appearance, or personality yet then she will not be able to access its full power.
OTHER
“I’m a little bit late so if we can save this for later, it’ll be great.”
OP
Scarescrow Sociopath
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N’Chaera
Without realities, possibilities are shallow jokes. Without possibilities, realities are trees without stems.
T I T L E S
Streak of Lights in a Starry Night
G E N D E R
Female
A L I G N M E N T
Lawful Good
S P H E R E
TYPE: Celestial
LOCATION: Above Galbar, directly beneath the Barrier
DESCRIPTION:
As big as Galbar itself and less than atom thick, Noc, Home of Falling Stars, only revealed itself after the sun has set beneath the horizon. If the Sky of Pyres manifested itself as the stars, and the Great Darkness as the void between them, then Noc is home of the meteorites that come crashing against Galbar’s atmosphere, leaving a trail of dust and ice behind it. Sometimes, over hundred generations or more, a light will come from Noc, outshined Aelios over a brief period of time before falling into the Great Darkness’ grasp.
But what is Noc? For how could a place, as big as Galbar but less than an atom thick, could produce the light of what is called as “supernova” in our world’s term? And in regards to physics and chemistry, what is the possibility of an area with a density less than an atom per cubic kilometer possessed an abundant number of meteorites to throw into Galbar’s atmosphere. What is Math, the highest symbol of order, means in a place that lack of reason? A place that devoid gravity, yet all things just fall toward Galbar, as if there were some mysterious angel pushing the objects. A place that lacks directions, up is just as well as down and left is nothing more than a term that Vakk — with his overly complicated nature — set up as right.
And yet, here is where N’Chaera called home. To a certain degree, her home is sweet. Freshly knitted webs being replaced on the daily basis, connecting the alternate realities to Galbar to prevent them from drifting into the void or be spoiled. Webs for floors. Webs for ceilings. In a sense, Noc is just a nest of a spider. Webs spanned where N’Chaera eight fiery eyes laid upon, dotted with various realities that she secured. But as a resting place for a god, her houses lacked of the expected amenities. For as far as the eyes could see (which is quite far, considering there are almost no singularities to obstruct the views) there aren’t no cellars of wine, no fountains made of a single slab of marble or exquisite faunas and floras. All that belong to her is a normal size wardrobe and a rusty broken mirror in a corner.
LOCATION: Above Galbar, directly beneath the Barrier
DESCRIPTION:
As big as Galbar itself and less than atom thick, Noc, Home of Falling Stars, only revealed itself after the sun has set beneath the horizon. If the Sky of Pyres manifested itself as the stars, and the Great Darkness as the void between them, then Noc is home of the meteorites that come crashing against Galbar’s atmosphere, leaving a trail of dust and ice behind it. Sometimes, over hundred generations or more, a light will come from Noc, outshined Aelios over a brief period of time before falling into the Great Darkness’ grasp.
But what is Noc? For how could a place, as big as Galbar but less than an atom thick, could produce the light of what is called as “supernova” in our world’s term? And in regards to physics and chemistry, what is the possibility of an area with a density less than an atom per cubic kilometer possessed an abundant number of meteorites to throw into Galbar’s atmosphere. What is Math, the highest symbol of order, means in a place that lack of reason? A place that devoid gravity, yet all things just fall toward Galbar, as if there were some mysterious angel pushing the objects. A place that lacks directions, up is just as well as down and left is nothing more than a term that Vakk — with his overly complicated nature — set up as right.
And yet, here is where N’Chaera called home. To a certain degree, her home is sweet. Freshly knitted webs being replaced on the daily basis, connecting the alternate realities to Galbar to prevent them from drifting into the void or be spoiled. Webs for floors. Webs for ceilings. In a sense, Noc is just a nest of a spider. Webs spanned where N’Chaera eight fiery eyes laid upon, dotted with various realities that she secured. But as a resting place for a god, her houses lacked of the expected amenities. For as far as the eyes could see (which is quite far, considering there are almost no singularities to obstruct the views) there aren’t no cellars of wine, no fountains made of a single slab of marble or exquisite faunas and floras. All that belong to her is a normal size wardrobe and a rusty broken mirror in a corner.
P O R T F O L I O
Possibilities. Even the term in itself bear the uncertainty. Would it happen? Would it not? If it happens, what next? If it doesn’t, what follows? The future is never sealed or set in stone for a specific thing to happen, thus the creation of possibility. The idea that something might happen or it might not promise an unprecedented amount of freedom in which reality lacks. And yet, without reality, possibilities are flames without fuel. To understand possibilities, one must first understand the reality oneself inhabited to only — if the chances provided — free from the shackle of “now” and lost in the sea of “what if.”
A B I L I T I E S
A B I L I T I E S
- Possibilities Embodiment: N’Chaera is the embodiment of Galba’s possible future results and consequences that stemmed from the Architecture opening the Rift and allowing other forces, godly or not, to intervene. As such, if mortal beings were to see at N’Chaera’s true form, what they will see are themselves in “alternate realities,” making alternative decisions. This may also applied to other fellows gods, but at the expense of herself.
- Alternate Future Display: If she so wished, N’Chaera could display alternate realities where different actions and solutions had been taken. But do note, she does not foreseeing. And sometimes, there are things whose futures are unwritten.
Appearance
Glowing eyes to scare the child. Two set of hands, of men or monsters?. Four pairs of legs, the major fear. A feminine body, the Lilith’s kin. Truly, the monster that appear before the mirror is a hideous one.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Comparing to other goods, N’Chaera’s personality is quite mellow. She carries no intentions to baffle her peers with ridiculous riddles to solve. She doesn’t intend being nice at first before revealing herself to having some kind of mental problem. No, she doesn’t join war for the sake of joining war and killing people although the thoughts do make her to chuckle. She doesn’t hate the entropic natures in some of her peers, although it does get on her nerves sometimes. Overall, she is just a very mellow god who enjoys peace.
Every day, if there is nothing to be done and all the holes had been fixed, she would enjoy a cup of tea with some snacks beside her. And then, she would began to knit some clothes, using the silk she created. Very rarely, when she is in the mood, the goddess would bring the canvas that she made and tries to draw a scene to ease her trouble mind. And while all these activities made N’Chaera to be a person of her own, she does enjoy good companies over an afternoon break.
But of course, a mellow personality comes with its own problem. Unlike others, who might not consider the aftermath of using their tongue to stab other, N’Chaera is more careful with her words. The thing sounded nice until she decided to change the subject from everything that cause discord. And as you and I know, that is not how a problem being solve. Sweeping the trash and piling it under the rug solve nothing but letting the problem to become more complex. She knows the heart of the problem lies within herself, and did nothing. Only when the situation is dire, and entropy is the supreme law of the land does N’Chaera decided to do something. And that, her avoidance in time of challenges, is the most significant flaw that sometimes outshined N’Chaera best characteristics.
Every day, if there is nothing to be done and all the holes had been fixed, she would enjoy a cup of tea with some snacks beside her. And then, she would began to knit some clothes, using the silk she created. Very rarely, when she is in the mood, the goddess would bring the canvas that she made and tries to draw a scene to ease her trouble mind. And while all these activities made N’Chaera to be a person of her own, she does enjoy good companies over an afternoon break.
But of course, a mellow personality comes with its own problem. Unlike others, who might not consider the aftermath of using their tongue to stab other, N’Chaera is more careful with her words. The thing sounded nice until she decided to change the subject from everything that cause discord. And as you and I know, that is not how a problem being solve. Sweeping the trash and piling it under the rug solve nothing but letting the problem to become more complex. She knows the heart of the problem lies within herself, and did nothing. Only when the situation is dire, and entropy is the supreme law of the land does N’Chaera decided to do something. And that, her avoidance in time of challenges, is the most significant flaw that sometimes outshined N’Chaera best characteristics.
M U S I C P I E C E
C H A N T
Oh, Queen of Arachnid,
Overseer of Possibilities,
Weaver of Celestials,
Heed your faithful servant’s prayer…
Overseer of Possibilities,
Weaver of Celestials,
Heed your faithful servant’s prayer…
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Adam
King not born by blood, blood by kings be proud.
Who am I?
Who am I?
I am the forever growing greed, unsatisfied by what I am having. I am the unchained desire, imbued with destruction but pure in nature. I am the restless soul, wander in places to search for meaning and well-being. I am the “bright future” that would never come, a lie in another sea of lies. I am cruelty. I am the World. I am the Tongue.
T I T L E S
First Demigod, Brother of Fools, Demon’s Tongue, The Shepherd
G E N D E R
Male
A L I G N M E N T
Lawful Evil
P O R T F O L I O
What is love’s capabilities? Can it moves mountains, drains seas, and endures the test of time like other things? Is it tangible and has definite value? Yet why do people flocked after it likes flies over an open honey jar? Couldn’t they realize the danger of drowning once they get too deep? Love is pure, they think. Love is good, they assume. To love is to have a cause to die for. To love is to be obsessed by the idea of sacrificing. And all Adam could ever do is giving these people a reason to die for. Gold, love, fame, and a plethora of other things are within his control. All you need to do is chase after it; grind yourself to the brink of destruction and deprivation, and give in to the “bright future“ that would come in some day.
A B I L I T I E S
A B I L I T I E S
- Worshipped Inducement: A symbol. It has always been a symbol. It will always be a symbol. More than anything, the bright future is always the best symbols there are in existence. The desire of perfection, of knowledge, of fame, of power, of love, all resides in that “bright future.” As long as the people are still looking forward to the future, reaching for that forever growing image of tomorrow, then they are looking forward to him. They worshipped Adam, for he represented that bright future, the unending climb that would someday be fruitful. And the more they grind their gears for that climb, the more they believe in him.
But still, there is a limitation to this, mainly in obsession itself. Most fears for their lives and scurried away at the first hint of dangers. Only a few, a minority, one in a thousand would stay behind to witness the truth. And only a thousand of that thousandth would be obsessive enough to throw their lives for Adam. As such, Adam’s disciples are valuable things, sometimes even outweigh the artifacts that he had created for them.
Appearance
See me as if you see your god.
Love me as you love your family.
Obsess over me as you would over richness.
And above all, be prideful for being a servant of mine.
Love me as you love your family.
Obsess over me as you would over richness.
And above all, be prideful for being a servant of mine.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
It is hard to define one being with one word, seeing how a being, even the simplest one, could possess a multitude of facets that a single word is not enough to describe. However when it came to Adam, the First Spawn of Anzillu, one could only feel a single thing when staring in his appearance. Pride. It would have dwarfed the sun in size and brightness if it were to materialize. However, he treated everyone equally, both gods and mortals. It is unknown if he degrades everything around to be a lesser of himself, but he certainly thinks himself to be the epitome on this plane of existence.
But pride alone does not provide the whole picture of Adam. If anything, it is just the backdrop for other characteristics of him to shine. Agony, confuse, anger, and joy he had tasted. Regret and self-doubt he had experienced. He worked with a calculated mind that is often obstructed by emotions and sway with feelings for others. Unlike his father, who appeared to be apathy toward all things, Adam is too empathetic toward those he counted as his people. He treated fairly to his demon kinds, those that are unable to feel and understand his caring. He treated fairly to the mortals, always giving them a chance between turning into his disciples or stand with pride as his enemies. Adam is benevolent, and he loves all, just as much as he loves himself.
Though there is one thing to take note of, maybe it was because of his physiology, flesh that came into existence by the urge to devour, Adam also has in him this hunger. However, unlike the Abhorrent, who is lustful for devour realities, Adam lusts to taste the souls. But not every soul would fit his bills. After all, he doesn't want to eat shit. Only the most virtuous and saintly are whom Adam goes after. In case there are none that would fit his bill, Adam wouldn't mind raising some for his own. What does other usually said about their own stock? It is always juicier than others.
But pride alone does not provide the whole picture of Adam. If anything, it is just the backdrop for other characteristics of him to shine. Agony, confuse, anger, and joy he had tasted. Regret and self-doubt he had experienced. He worked with a calculated mind that is often obstructed by emotions and sway with feelings for others. Unlike his father, who appeared to be apathy toward all things, Adam is too empathetic toward those he counted as his people. He treated fairly to his demon kinds, those that are unable to feel and understand his caring. He treated fairly to the mortals, always giving them a chance between turning into his disciples or stand with pride as his enemies. Adam is benevolent, and he loves all, just as much as he loves himself.
Though there is one thing to take note of, maybe it was because of his physiology, flesh that came into existence by the urge to devour, Adam also has in him this hunger. However, unlike the Abhorrent, who is lustful for devour realities, Adam lusts to taste the souls. But not every soul would fit his bills. After all, he doesn't want to eat shit. Only the most virtuous and saintly are whom Adam goes after. In case there are none that would fit his bill, Adam wouldn't mind raising some for his own. What does other usually said about their own stock? It is always juicier than others.
M U S I C P I E C E
C H A N T
Oh heed our prayer the Lord up high, who throne above the star yet walk among the feebles, Son of Anzulli, the first being, the Shepherd, the Tongue, and eldest brother of many to come, .
Heed our call as your humble servants ask for guidance.
Heed our call as your humble servants ask for guidance.
C O D E W O R D
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H I S T O R Y
It is said that for every great tribe, there is always a myth to come with in. No more than two, always one. But, in the case of the Tarun, there are a handful of myths about them. To the Jalwarudi and their seemingly endless herds of cattle, the Tarun existed because of the God of Greed jealousy of their wealth. So, in every ten years or so, the Tarun and their endless campaign would march southward to enslave towns, slaughter those that stand against, and plundered all remains.
To the Talomacs and their newly established cities on the shore of the Shackling Sea, the Tarun represented the stupidity of those that are ignorance when taking power. These inhabitants came to Derahur, the first establishment of the Talomacs on the Shackling Seas, only to ransack it. They destroyed goods. They killed slaves who could have sold for hundred if not thousands. Beauty in these barbarians' eyes are meaningless when comparing to the foods and bronze tools that the Talomacs carried with them. It took the Talomacs on these shores eight years just to recover from the Derahur incident. To whisper the word "Derahur" into these Talomacs ears mean provoking their shamefulness. And comparing one to the Tarun means wastefulness and incompetence beyond redemption.
To the Sarsinid themselves, the Tarun is a hard bone to chew. On the average, the Tarun horses’ dexterity and endurance are better at long range, enabling them to march for a long duration of time. Moreover, their population compose of multiple ethnic groups that they have acquired from their endless march allowed for a large number of manpower in reserves. Furthermore, the Roaching Storm, a name that most Sarsinid tribes had come to calling for a particular group of Tarun’s Calvary, and the madness they possess is like an arrow about to launch.
R E L I G I O N
C U L T U R E
M U S I C P I E C E
C H A N T
C O D E W O R D
The Tarun
The Devil Horses, Flaming Hounds, Roaches from the East
When the rain come, prepare to bleed.
Who are we?
Who are we?
We are those that never found a home, a restless soul in search of a welcoming arm. We are the children of concubines, of prostitutes, and of those that once had no voice. We are the herder, master of beasts and hunting. We are war leaders, onslaught comes from our names. Our campaign will never end, but your life will end today.
H I S T O R Y
It is said that for every great tribe, there is always a myth to come with in. No more than two, always one. But, in the case of the Tarun, there are a handful of myths about them. To the Jalwarudi and their seemingly endless herds of cattle, the Tarun existed because of the God of Greed jealousy of their wealth. So, in every ten years or so, the Tarun and their endless campaign would march southward to enslave towns, slaughter those that stand against, and plundered all remains.
To the Talomacs and their newly established cities on the shore of the Shackling Sea, the Tarun represented the stupidity of those that are ignorance when taking power. These inhabitants came to Derahur, the first establishment of the Talomacs on the Shackling Seas, only to ransack it. They destroyed goods. They killed slaves who could have sold for hundred if not thousands. Beauty in these barbarians' eyes are meaningless when comparing to the foods and bronze tools that the Talomacs carried with them. It took the Talomacs on these shores eight years just to recover from the Derahur incident. To whisper the word "Derahur" into these Talomacs ears mean provoking their shamefulness. And comparing one to the Tarun means wastefulness and incompetence beyond redemption.
To the Sarsinid themselves, the Tarun is a hard bone to chew. On the average, the Tarun horses’ dexterity and endurance are better at long range, enabling them to march for a long duration of time. Moreover, their population compose of multiple ethnic groups that they have acquired from their endless march allowed for a large number of manpower in reserves. Furthermore, the Roaching Storm, a name that most Sarsinid tribes had come to calling for a particular group of Tarun’s Calvary, and the madness they possess is like an arrow about to launch.
R E L I G I O N
Strength comes not from praying, but from within.
C U L T U R E
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M U S I C P I E C E
C H A N T
Onward to the land untouch.
Onward to the virgin pastures.
Onward, to the those that have yet hear our hooves.
Onward, my boys, onward.
Onward to the virgin pastures.
Onward, to the those that have yet hear our hooves.
Onward, my boys, onward.
C O D E W O R D
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