Down the road he came on that peaceful day, the only sounds being that chirps of the birds and the clinking of his armor as he moved. How long he had been wandering, it was hard to even remember when he started buy his life style forced him to move on, not to stay in one place for a long time, for there was always trouble that needed to be prevented all over the world and the only way he could do that would be by traveling throughout the land, preventing these misdeeds as well as spreading the word of his faith. They did not need covert to it, merely as long as he was able to express his faith and they listened he could not care if they wished to follow what he believed, merely that they had at least listened and that was what mattered.
He past a few farms that early morning, before by the stroke of midday he came upon a quaint village, far different from the usual cities he had visited. He wandered for a short while, looking at the few shops to see if they had any supplies he may need and debated on staying in the village for the night or to keep going. Eventually he decided to stay for the night though it meant spending the little coin he had left, something that had become far more sacred these days having no real means to get payment besides deeds which he did not enjoy asking money for doing, merely as long as he was able to make someone happy he was happy to oblige.
He entered a nearby tavern which contrary to what appeared to be outside, was full of a variety of different people, he eyed a dwarf along with a draconian amongst the hustle and bustle of the normal humans that seemed to reside in the village, most appearing to be humble farmers or workers at the few stores that resided here. Though they seemed to be the only two out of place here, it still was an odd site since the last dwarf he remembered seeing was several months back. As for a draconian, he had seen at least one before but when he couldn't remember for it had been quite a longer time ago.
Thalesin found his way to the barkeeper through the others that resided within the tavern to ask about accommodations and pay for a night. It seemed that he was in deed in luck for there were several vacancies. At least some fortune smiled upon him as he empty a few coins from his pouch, the last town he had past through had had no vacancy and he had had to press through a nasty storm that night so at least he got at least one night of good rest in a bed here.
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The interactions between everyone was normal in the guild but none the less it still was somewhat fascinating to Thalesin how they interacted compared to his homeworld. For the most part he just watched as things unfolded and to see how it played out, only deciding to voice an opinion if it got out of hand, but that rarely happened. He finished eating his breakfast and slipped out of the room to get ready for the day and prepare to be on stand by for any crimes that may happen. His so called suit was actually what was considered normal clothing on his planet, a means of telling which clan you were from. Here though it worked well with concealing his identity of who he was. A few modifications had made it the perfect suit for him. Unlike most of the people on his planet though, his was specially designed, an odd thing about his powers were that they were more of a self defense mechanism, he could not use them at will, he was forced into suffering pain in order to be able to use his gifts. At first it had been excruciating, but now he was use to it, the odd little spikes inside only causing him a slight numbing sensation to his nerves though the next day after a nights rest he would be sore.
He grabbed the rest of his equipment before putting on his helmet which completed the outfit. He then left his room, deciding to wander a bit around the base to pass some time and wait for the next crime alert to happen.
He grabbed the rest of his equipment before putting on his helmet which completed the outfit. He then left his room, deciding to wander a bit around the base to pass some time and wait for the next crime alert to happen.
I'm sorry for not posting a reply yet, I'll have one up today, college just decided to dump a lot of stuff in the past week so been busy but I have free time now.
I'll have a reply up today, just got busy this last week with some college stuff but should have some free time now.
Thalesin had been up for several hours, he had never gotten use to the time shift he experienced from his world to this planet Earth he was stuck on. He sat alone in a room that acted as a garage for vehicles, working on his ship. It would be ages until he could fully fix it, humans still lacked the components he needed and were still several centuries behind what he was use to but despite this gap in evolution he found humans quite fascinating in many ways. How they lived in such a chaotic world, more then his anyway, and yet there was a balance and peace to it that he couldn't quite explain neither did his human counter parts seem to be able to, even when he asked them about it.
He put down the tools he was using and decided to head for the kitchen, by now some of the others had to of been awaken and he could grab something to eat. He went down the numerous hall ways, first stopping in his room to switch out clothes, finding it unnecessary to be dressed up as the hero all the time, especially when the suit was designed to put him in constant pain in order for him to use his powers. Though anymore it was rather a numb feeling to him, his body still felt sore when he took off the suit and was relieved from its torment. He got dressed and then made his way to the kitchen. Ever since he found the Guild with the others he had found a way to integrate into human culture to some extent, the only issue was his markings which to most he told them they were tattoos but in reality they were not. However in the Guild he didn't have to pretend they were tattoos which made him feel relieved that he could be himself more even despite being the only alien amongst them.
The smells that filled the air were intoxicating as he entered the kitchen and he saw that a few of the others were awake, some in the process of eating while others seemed to of just woken. He decided to grab some eggs and bacon for his morning meal. While he waited for his meal to cook he decided to also make himself a cup of coffee, an addiction that he had that was apparently quite common amongst humans. To drink the warm liquid to help them wake up. He didn't need it much to wake up, mostly he enjoyed the taste of it, though he had learned to take it in doses, only having one cup a day or else he would be 'bouncing off the walls' as the humans would say.
He put down the tools he was using and decided to head for the kitchen, by now some of the others had to of been awaken and he could grab something to eat. He went down the numerous hall ways, first stopping in his room to switch out clothes, finding it unnecessary to be dressed up as the hero all the time, especially when the suit was designed to put him in constant pain in order for him to use his powers. Though anymore it was rather a numb feeling to him, his body still felt sore when he took off the suit and was relieved from its torment. He got dressed and then made his way to the kitchen. Ever since he found the Guild with the others he had found a way to integrate into human culture to some extent, the only issue was his markings which to most he told them they were tattoos but in reality they were not. However in the Guild he didn't have to pretend they were tattoos which made him feel relieved that he could be himself more even despite being the only alien amongst them.
The smells that filled the air were intoxicating as he entered the kitchen and he saw that a few of the others were awake, some in the process of eating while others seemed to of just woken. He decided to grab some eggs and bacon for his morning meal. While he waited for his meal to cook he decided to also make himself a cup of coffee, an addiction that he had that was apparently quite common amongst humans. To drink the warm liquid to help them wake up. He didn't need it much to wake up, mostly he enjoyed the taste of it, though he had learned to take it in doses, only having one cup a day or else he would be 'bouncing off the walls' as the humans would say.
You said the virus you are getting is coming from a site called safebooru? If so then yeah it's Unending Empire's character images, her two appearance images come from that site.
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I don't know but someone needs to reply I guess.
Name: Thalesin Drogoth (chosen name, real name can't be pronounced in the English tongue XD)
Alias: Phantom
Age: 29 (in human years)
Gender: Male
Personality:A rather happy person surprisingly though his expression on his face may not show it all the time, and the designs on his face make it difficult to sometimes see what his emotions are. He does not get mad easily and usually is calm in situations where others perhaps would not. Yet he can be somewhat naïve at times, not understanding everything in the human language and can take things quite literally then what the might actually mean.
Powers: Acidokinesis aka Acid Manipulation
Equipment: A scythe from his homeworld as a weapon, and some specially designed throwing stars, nonlethal of course.
Appearance: Mixture of these two, excluding the robot parts in the second image and not so much hair in the first
http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2013/328/6/6/nekros___warframe_by_thunderalchemist18-d6virhv.png
http://th01.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2013/299/0/9/acherontia_by_panzerthetank-d6rxp9q.jpg
Superhero Outfit:
http://i.imgur.com/dWiY7qv.png
History: From another world in the Andromeda Galaxy, even on his homeworld he was considered to be special with his ability to manipulate acid. Though these powers weren't just randomly give to him, for on his homeworld everyone is descendants from eighteen different families though where their origins were from no one is certain just that they formed the different families, or clans on their homeworld, equally splitting up where most of their populations would be. Each of the families had special talents though those talents were not handed down in birth, rather it was believed at first to be gifted to them, to show that they would do great things in their future. Later on in time though it was discovered it was caused by a rare gene they dubbed as the conduit gene. It was a random gene that appeared usually at some point every few generations though it had no means to tell on who would get it, could be that it would be after a hundred generations or two generations.
It was still held as a high honor to receive this gene for every clan, and the clan that Thalesin is from so happened to be gifted with the power of acid manipulation. Though he at first feared his power, unable to control it and it was a dangerous power that only seemed to appear when he suffered pain, physically or emotionally, even his blood seemed to contain the acid. He found this out by accident after sustaining a cut and watched as the blood that came out boiled and burn through a metal table in his home. After a few years of training with an older member of his clan, someone else who had the power he had, he learned to control it and used it only when necessary though learning to suffer the pain that was necessary for him to use his power to quiet longer to master.
He was content to stay on his homeworld, to become an enforcer of their laws and put his powers to good use but one day he was tricked in aiding a felon, and an innocent man was killed in the process of when Thalesin chased after the felon, figuring out he was tricked. For this accident and crime he was framed for he was exiled from his homeworld. He left, not wishing to bring a bad name onto his clan so he took a ship and left, going into suspended animation. His ship suffered a malfunction and crashed on Earth while he was in his suspended animation, when he awoke he had no idea where he was, only that his ship was destroyed and would be of no use unless he found civilization. When he did, he soon learned he would not be able to go about as his normal self, he had to teach himself how to speak a new strange language and learn to hid his appearance in public, though that was easier said then done, he usually used the excuse they were tattoos and he wore red contacts when he was asked about the markings but he was never sure if people believed them.
Thalesin remained mostly in the shadows of this strange new world only coming out to get items he might of needed to survive. He lived in his small broken ship for the most part, hidden away well enough that no one would find it. He had no purpose besides fixing his ship until he saw what humans called 'superheros' for the first time. Then an idea popped in his head. He could use his powers here on this world to protect people. His suit that was a symbol of his clan and the family he belong to could easily mask his identity and with a few modifications he could enhance it more.
He gave himself an alias name, learning that most superheros didn't go by there usual name. He dubbed himself Phantom, because he wanted to remain hidden and aloof when he first started his days of crimefighting.
Other: He finds humans somewhat fascinating, though he sees them as evolution wise inferior he also finds them unique. On his homeworld choices were decided by the older generation and jobs were selected by what the family had mostly done in the past, unless they were one of the people with the conduit genes then they had a choice of their future. Traditions and other things also vary from his homeworld and Earth and he enjoys learning more about human culture.
Alias: Phantom
Age: 29 (in human years)
Gender: Male
Personality:A rather happy person surprisingly though his expression on his face may not show it all the time, and the designs on his face make it difficult to sometimes see what his emotions are. He does not get mad easily and usually is calm in situations where others perhaps would not. Yet he can be somewhat naïve at times, not understanding everything in the human language and can take things quite literally then what the might actually mean.
Powers: Acidokinesis aka Acid Manipulation
Equipment: A scythe from his homeworld as a weapon, and some specially designed throwing stars, nonlethal of course.
Appearance: Mixture of these two, excluding the robot parts in the second image and not so much hair in the first
http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2013/328/6/6/nekros___warframe_by_thunderalchemist18-d6virhv.png
http://th01.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2013/299/0/9/acherontia_by_panzerthetank-d6rxp9q.jpg
Superhero Outfit:
http://i.imgur.com/dWiY7qv.png
History: From another world in the Andromeda Galaxy, even on his homeworld he was considered to be special with his ability to manipulate acid. Though these powers weren't just randomly give to him, for on his homeworld everyone is descendants from eighteen different families though where their origins were from no one is certain just that they formed the different families, or clans on their homeworld, equally splitting up where most of their populations would be. Each of the families had special talents though those talents were not handed down in birth, rather it was believed at first to be gifted to them, to show that they would do great things in their future. Later on in time though it was discovered it was caused by a rare gene they dubbed as the conduit gene. It was a random gene that appeared usually at some point every few generations though it had no means to tell on who would get it, could be that it would be after a hundred generations or two generations.
It was still held as a high honor to receive this gene for every clan, and the clan that Thalesin is from so happened to be gifted with the power of acid manipulation. Though he at first feared his power, unable to control it and it was a dangerous power that only seemed to appear when he suffered pain, physically or emotionally, even his blood seemed to contain the acid. He found this out by accident after sustaining a cut and watched as the blood that came out boiled and burn through a metal table in his home. After a few years of training with an older member of his clan, someone else who had the power he had, he learned to control it and used it only when necessary though learning to suffer the pain that was necessary for him to use his power to quiet longer to master.
He was content to stay on his homeworld, to become an enforcer of their laws and put his powers to good use but one day he was tricked in aiding a felon, and an innocent man was killed in the process of when Thalesin chased after the felon, figuring out he was tricked. For this accident and crime he was framed for he was exiled from his homeworld. He left, not wishing to bring a bad name onto his clan so he took a ship and left, going into suspended animation. His ship suffered a malfunction and crashed on Earth while he was in his suspended animation, when he awoke he had no idea where he was, only that his ship was destroyed and would be of no use unless he found civilization. When he did, he soon learned he would not be able to go about as his normal self, he had to teach himself how to speak a new strange language and learn to hid his appearance in public, though that was easier said then done, he usually used the excuse they were tattoos and he wore red contacts when he was asked about the markings but he was never sure if people believed them.
Thalesin remained mostly in the shadows of this strange new world only coming out to get items he might of needed to survive. He lived in his small broken ship for the most part, hidden away well enough that no one would find it. He had no purpose besides fixing his ship until he saw what humans called 'superheros' for the first time. Then an idea popped in his head. He could use his powers here on this world to protect people. His suit that was a symbol of his clan and the family he belong to could easily mask his identity and with a few modifications he could enhance it more.
He gave himself an alias name, learning that most superheros didn't go by there usual name. He dubbed himself Phantom, because he wanted to remain hidden and aloof when he first started his days of crimefighting.
Other: He finds humans somewhat fascinating, though he sees them as evolution wise inferior he also finds them unique. On his homeworld choices were decided by the older generation and jobs were selected by what the family had mostly done in the past, unless they were one of the people with the conduit genes then they had a choice of their future. Traditions and other things also vary from his homeworld and Earth and he enjoys learning more about human culture.
Guess I'm in.
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