His date of birth, or should I say his point of creation, is not known. Suffice to say he has been around a considerable amount of time. Some regard Hokum as the Angel of Death, some a mass murderer, others may think of him as a hit man or mercenary, while the oblivious few may view him as nothing more than a common drunk you might pass by on the street. Truth be told, all of these things are true, and more.
Hokum has the ability to shapeshift, teleport, appear to be in more than one place at once, and is well endowed in many other talents including illusion. None of these are traits he had to work for, he was simply created to be what he is.
Unfortunately, Hokum is too Over Powered to partake in most RP's, so he sits beyond the sideline watching on, drinking, wishing he was dead.
In case you were wondering, yes, it is true, Hokum is also an alcoholic and of late spends much of his time drowning his sorrows in cheap wine. But he also has a great love for donuts, among most other sweet thing.
If you would like to acquire Hokum's services to, say, kill someone you despise, just think or say his name seven and a half times and he may grudgingly answer your summons. Just try to ignore his less than dignified, drunken state. He's really quite nice when you get to know him. These days, he almost only ever accepts anything sweet as payment for a job. You know, a candy bar or something of the sort will do. Just don't offer him Turkish Delight, that's a big no-no.
Jack was created specifically for an RP I played on in another forum. Since then he has had no other use, but I hope for that to change at some point
5 foot two inches. Short, rustic hair, crystal blue eyes, and Unkempt facial growth. Torn blue jeans, black T-shirt, well warn gray leather jacket, and scuffed ankle-length black boots.
Doesn't give a shit, normally.
Jack is in his mid twenties, and has grown up in a life of crime on Earth. He was imprisoned on Earth in the early 21st century, but made his great escape some two years after his incarceration. After escaping prison he stole a car and headed out into the country to find a place to hide. On this journey he witnessed an unidentified object crash down a few miles off the freeway. Upon inspecting the site of the crash he found a space veering vehicle, no doubt crafted by alien life forms. Inside the vessel, all occupants had been killed on impact, yet the vessel itself seemed to have remained in tack. One item of interest he found within the vessel was a chamber of types, which he entered, and said chamber subsequently put Jack through a series of biological changes. In effect, he was made a new man; stronger, faster, smarter and harder to kill than any other human could care to boast about.
In his new state of being, Jack was aware of how to operate the vessel and decided to fly it into space, space... where he has since been exploring, causing havoc and, at rare times, helping a few hard-done-by life forms. He has no inclination to return to Earth.
My newest creation and still a work in progress. In fact, I created her today in light of a new interest check that caught my eye. Though Devlin is traditionally known to be a boy’s name, it is actually being used for a girl in this case. In relation to the interest check I mentioned, she was created for the sake of Fantasy style RP’s, set in an era similar to the middle ages
Female. 5 foot 6 inches. Purple eyes, brown hair.
Devlin is a brave sort, which coincidentally matches the meaning behind her name. She is frightened of very little, yet she is mostly quiet and reserved, living the life of a nomadic loner since the tragic and bloody death of her family.
Just a few small tricks her grandmother taught her.
She carries both a homemade bow she crafted herself, two silver daggers with 10 inch blades, which she took from her daddy’s hidden chest in the wake of his death, and a somewhat antiquated sword that holds an age old enchantment she is yet unaware of.
Thick layers of butter and a topping of honey on freshly baked bread. And milk.
This character was also made for fantasy/middle ages style RP's, more specifically one I was part of on another forum
Boris stands at a whopping 6 foot, 9 inches and built like a brick shithouse. He is not fat, he is all but bone and rippled muscle, bald, and has facial features that lean more towards the babyface side of things.
Boris is the son of a human woman and a mischievous God. He was not aware of his real fathers existence or his own demigod abilities until he was an adult. He was raised with four brothers by his mother and stepdad, who led him to believe he was his natural father. Boris suffered a tremendous amount of physical abuse from his stepdad which result in brain damage, and as a result Boris isn't the smartest man you will ever meet. No, not by a long shot. He ran away from home at the age of thirteen and embarked on a life of crime in an effort to survive. His crimes consisted mostly of thievery in the areas of food, though he wouldn't let the opportunity to steal items of greater value if the opportunity presented itself. He was also responsible for killing several of the people he stole from before eating certain members of their person, bones and all, which is how he gained the reputation as The Bonecrusher.
When he was in his mid to late 20's and on his run from the law he entered a town called Waise, where he joined forces with a group of adventurers and monster hunters to take down the resident evil. While in this town, Boris also acquired a weapon called 'Revel Yell', presented to him by his father, a God by the name of Revel, who also informed Boris of his true heritage at that time.
Revel Yell, is made from the bone of a dragon Boris had killed a few years prior and is enchanted with a curios power. Since his experiences in the town of Waise, Boris has endeavored to change his ways, likening himself to an adventurer - just like the friends he met in the town of Waise - and defender of anyone he might find to be in mortal trouble.