Argetlam350

Strangeland | Legends Never Die

@Argetlam350 Looks good but it seems you've missed the Techniques/Spells section so be sure to finish that up.

@Blu

Got it and added the two. Got busy and had posted what I had so as to not lose it by accident but now it should be finished.

Strangeland | Legends Never Die

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Zaccar Drogoth

Hunter of the North/Knight of Winter

Age: 36
Sex: Male
Date of Birth: November 14th
Legends Slain:
-The Great Gray Wolf of the North
-Sealameet the Everlasting Dragon
-Yharnis, the Weaver of the Nightmare
-Maneating Boar
Slain By: A beast that appears under a blood red moon beckoned by it's calling. Oedon the Old One.

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Appearance:

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Personality:

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He is a rather impassive person, with only one goal in mind, to kill Odeon the Old One. He will kill any beast, demon, or monster that stands in his way however. Despite this cold shoulder nature he can be caring once you get to know him and even might laugh at a joke or two if one is lucky to catch him in a good mood or if you are extremely lucky maybe a smile. Internally he battles over who he is, if this is all he wants out of life? A life of killing beasts or do something beyond that.

Lore:

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Born in the northern lands, he grew up in an environment that was survival of the fittest. His village was deep in the mountains where the sun hardly brought enough light to melt the snow. Yet despite the cruelty of the environment, they survived. He began life as a simple son of a farmer, hearing tales of what lived in the forests and caves around the village, it was off limits to enter them, especially at night when supposedly the beasts came out to hunt any poor wretched soul that did not find cover within their home or at least a tavern. Of course peace does not always last and eventually a beast did attack the village out right. Perhaps it was agitated about something, or it just finally had enough of the village. It struck out tearing the little village apart. The few men who could wield a weapon tried to fight it but were nothing more then a mere agitation to the beast as it killed it's fill of men, women, and children. Not many survived that night and those who did, left the village without hesitation. Zaccar and his family managed to live, though they suffered loses. His uncle had been torn in two, a sister who he would never see again, and his father's arm so mangled it had to be amputated. From that day forth Zaccar knew he would return for vengeance for his people. He grew distant from all he knew and decided to learn the trade of sword fighting. It took many years, longer so to find someone willing to train him but he eventually became the man he needed to be and upon feeling ready, returned to the burned down village of the north to hunt down the beast that destroyed it. He had learned the creatures name, a name spoken under whispers: Odeon the Old One, a beast that lurked under the guide of the moon, only coming out of it's hiding place when a red moon rose. The night it attacked there had indeed been a blood moon.

So Zaccar searched and in the mean time, killed many other beasts, the few other people that lived in the north or traded there shared tales of a man who seemed to slaughter the beasts in the harsh realm with ease. His cloak coming from the Great Gray Wolf that had terrorized a village or that the armor he wore came from the dragon Sealameet an ancient resident of the norther mountains. He slayed many beasts but it wasn't for years until he found his pray, Odeon. It spoke to him but what he said Zaccar could not remember even if he wished to. The battle was long and tedious the beast was the hardest thing he had ever fought and in the end the beast won out snapping Zaccar in two and leaving him in a realm of darkness until he would be called again to the hunt.

Combat Information

Equipment:

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His longsword which is quite unique because it functions as two weapons really. For you see he can wield the weapon in hand while carrying a shield or he can lock it in place with the large piece on his back and it becomes a greatsword with devastating power. He also carries a shield which is made from the skull of Sealameet the Everlasting Dragon. Another prize he has is his cape which was made from the pelt of the Great Gray Wolf of the North and the horns atop his helm belong to the Elusive Stag, perhaps not a beast that was harmful to men but it was said to be unkillable and he proved otherwise.

Techniques/Spells:
Beast's Claw: It is said that when you hunt beasts for to long, you yourself start becoming one. As flesh is flayed and blood is sprayed, the beast within awakens, and in time, the wielder of this technique surges with both strength and feverish reverie. What once was mortal flesh becomes bestial and clawed to tear prey apart in a fit of frenzy.

Beast Roar: This technique borrows the strength of the terrible undead darkbeasts, if only for a moment, to blast surrounding foes back with the force of a roaring beast. Able to deflect projectiles for the short span it is used as well.
The indescribable sound is broadcast with the caster's own vocal cords, which begs the question, what terrible things lurk deep within the frames of men?

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Strangeland | Legends Never Die

Well I'll get a character up tonight at some point.

Strangeland | Legends Never Die

Ah well then still cool and interested but just couldn't help noticing some similarities between them.

InFamous: Generations

All right post is coming along hopefully have it up tonight.

Strangeland | Legends Never Die

I have to say I'm interested but I have to ask, did you get inspired by Dark Souls or Bloodborne? Just a lot of ideas that pop up in the description that are similar in ways to those games.

The Roommates (Supernatural, Being Human type rp) OOC

So I take it this is dead?

Mass Effect: The Regulators

Awesome I worked on the history a bit more.

Mass Effect: The Regulators

Name: Ali 'Scorn' Narkinis
Species: Turian
Gender: Female
Age: 30

Physical Description:

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Ali stands around 6' 1'' and has a rather flexible, light body. She likes to wear her turian armor with a cloak to cover her head. Her armor to some has parts of it painted with skeleton parts on it where in a turian they would be precisely. One thing people seem to notice first about her our her vibrant yellow eyes, that some find beautiful others see them to be to much like a predator stalking prey. Her face has some facepaint on it like many turians have, with two marks under each eye and a straight line that is between her bottom lip and the end of her chin.

Psychological Profile: Ali, or her preferred codename given by herself Scorn, is a rather unhinged Turian. After the death of her friends, the survivor guilt, and a near rape incident, it changed her from being a serious cabal soldier to a unhinged gun for hire who would laugh as she watched someone die in her hands. She enjoys playing tricks on the temporary partners she has had in the past and get under their skin, of course when it comes to a job, she can indeed be very serious and get rather aggressive in combat, preferring to fight up close and personal. Unlike most turians who are tactical and love their strategies, she will run into combat without a plan.

Talking with her can go in many directions. Sometimes she is calm, other times she can speak in riddles and get agitated easily, you never know what you'll get out of a conversation with her so most avoid her all together to talk with.

Class: Cabal Vanguard

Skills:
-Poison Strike
-Nightshade Blades
-Biotic Focus

Equipment:
M-76 Revenant
M-300 Claymore

History: She was the average turian female in her childhood, nothing special about her. She went through her early years with little care only knowing that in the future she had her eyes set on a military position just like most members of her family had been before her. Of course at the time she had a few years to worry about those plans, that was until her biotic abilities came to light after getting into an argument with a fellow turian. After that one incident her life was changed dramatically. Her military career started far earlier then she planned having to join the Cabal Vanguard training program. People she thought as friends shunned her, thinking she had kept it all a secret, and suddenly even her family seemed to forget about her, as if she was a stain to the family name. She hated her life for the first few years after that, but she made it a point to strive to be one of the best of her training group.

After a few years training she was placed into a squadron with a few other Cabal Vanguards which became her new friends. The others who were not biotics tended to shift away from them despite some attempts at trying to break the ice, the tension remained between the non boitics and the Cabal. It was best to remain acquaintances.

Find her place amongst the others in the platoon and her fellow Cabal Vanguard members, a few more years passed. Nothing much happened with her squad, they were sent out to check on geth activity from time to time on the nearby systems but other then that they were left sidelined until one day they got word that the geth were closer then they should of been to Pavalen and wanted a squad to check on what was going on. Her group was sent out, a squad of twenty: four Cabals, two scouts, and the rest were soldiers. They landed on the planet and send the scouts forward to see what the situation was. When they returned they came back with word of the geth seemingly looking for something but it was such a small group that it would just be another simple sweep and clear. They had grown to comfortable with routine. Oh had foolish her squad was. It was a trap. When the reached the spot there were no geth until it turned out to be an ambush. In the end of it all the mission was achieved but she and the two scouts were the only survivors and the incident began her down the path to mental breaking point.

She blamed the two scouts for what happened and it was recommend that they were all placed in new squads. She was placed into another squad but she grew distant with her comrades, only responding to them with simple head movement. She was easy to agitate from simple mistakes and overly cautious in certain situations. Most learned to stay clear from her. Some though decided to try there luck and eventually one tried even to rape her. Worst of all it had been an old friend or so she thought. He had cornered her after training. She struggled against him and eventually after he overpowered her and had what he wanted, she snapped. He never thought she would get up but she did and snapped his neck without hesitation. She had laughed over his corpse at first but gaining some sanity briefly, she panicked at made it look like a freak accident. Of course that slight snap back to sanity was only brief, and she had a score to settle with two scouts.

She found the scouts and watched the die to her satisfaction, any form of sanity within her was gone. She hitched a freighter off world before anyone found the bodies and even if the figured out who did it she was all ready gone. It took a few jumps from ship to ship but she eventually made it to Omega where she knew she could hideout. She delved into thievery upon reaching the world, mostly to stay alive and tried to not cause to much trouble unless someone bothered her. She did a few jobs but mostly worked alone and occasionally feeding intel to Aria just to show she was on her good side.

After all she knew the one rule of Omega, don't fuck with Aria, but that didn't mean she couldn't fuck with everyone else. XD

InFamous: Generations

Well I'm not getting responses so I'll work on another post still wish the others would come back though.