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Generation - inFamous RP

Name: Chloe Allaire
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Appearance:


Side: InFamous
Personality: She's a deranged psychopath that enjoys watching others suffer. She has no love for normal people, in fact she would rather watch them all suffer under her powers as well as those conduits who stand in her way.
Biography: Before she had her powers, she had been a psychopath, having being abused and neglected for most of her childhood, she finally snapped at the age of 11 and killed her parents. She pleaded in the case of being insane and was deemed unfit for society so she was locked in the local institution. She tried many escapes but all failed until her powers revealed to her at the age of 17, at that time was about when the D.U.P. had been formed and she went on a massacre, killing at least 11 people in her hometown until subdued and locked away in Curdon Cay. Yet while some thought of it as a prison, she found it to be a sanctuary. Being with people who had abilities, some sharing her ideas on that there powers should be used to rule over the weak. She learned how to control her abilities over the seven years of being locked away, harnessing them and experimenting what she could use them for in her cruel sense of humor. When the rule of Augustine came crashing down and the conduits were released from Curdon Cay, she went off the grid for a few months, disappearing all from existence until she committed her first murder. She began targeting those who hated conduits and wore a familiar set of garb that was last seen in those final days of Empire City. The garb of the ones called the Reapers. She had learned about them and admired there leader, Sasha but also saw Sasha as being weak. She thought small time and was played like a puppet, Chloe on the other hand, had bigger plans and a larger goal and score to settle. She made her way to New York, planning to set up her base of operations there but has had trouble with the Syndicate.
Power: Shadow Manipulation
Power-:
Teleportation- Being able to use shadows as a means to go between distance though she can't go super far this way, mostly used for means of getting behind an opponent that she's facing to surprise them. Can also be used to gain access to tall building tops, a quick way to scale large structures and get around swiftly at times if there are lots of shadows around.
Shadow shot- a concentrated shot of darkness that does some damage to her opponent, can be focused to do increased damage.
Shadow Rocket- Shoots a ball of darkness made from shadows that are around her. Explodes on impact surrounding the person in darkness as well as doing quite a bit of damage but costs quite a bit of her energy.
Shadow beast/Shadow camouflage- able to create a beast, more commonly the shape of a rather large dog, or in myth what is called a hellhound and have it appear when she uses Shadow camouflage, a form of distraction basically. While she camouflage's into the shadows the beast appears to distract her enemies as she either slips away or gets a better advantage.
Shadow grenade- A densely packed ball of shadows used as a means of blinding her opponents, it doesn't do much damage but rather temporarily blinds them allowing her to strike quick and fast with another attack while they are blinded.

And I think that's everything for powers
Other: N/A

I'll probably add a bit more to history later, in a rush right now sorry.

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

Zaccar nodded taking the bottle back."Yeah, resident werewolf of the bar," he joked. All his years going to the bar he had never noticed another werewolf so he assumed he might of been the only one there, or at least going to the bar at the time.
Though Zaccar knew Clara by name and that she was some form of magic user by her scent, he didn't know much else about her. She seemed nice enough but outside the bar it could be a different story. He had come across people who seemed nice at the bar but arrested them out on the streets, only wearing a mask in the bar to show what they wanted. He perhaps should of been more on guard at the time but the drinks were dulling his senses like he wanted it to of course, so the wolf would stop trying to have influence over him.
"I don't doubt you could kick his ass," he continued with a chuckle ",I've been tempted to do the same once or twice but that's mostly the wolf's fault." He took another drink from the bottle and put it down ",so you know if you don't mind me asking what type of magic user are you exactly, sorry, just couldn't help and over hear the conversation before, something about sigils right?" He honestly wasn't sure he would get an answer from her but he wanted to ask out of curiosity.

inFamous RP - Generation

My interests are peaked.

Dark Souls - Journey to the Bleeding Throne

"Is anywhere safe for mere men this day and age," Thalesin mumbled looking at the orb ",Well then this shall help I guess but I do not trust your Lords, I shall leave my faith in those I know."
When he had joined this expedition few knew he was from another realm entirely, across the ocean. The undead plague was as rampant there as it was here when he arrived. He spoke little of his home realm, not wishing to discuss the events that tragically lead to it's corruption and by now its demise. He looked out across the sands of the desert. If this was truly his task and purpose he would aid in getting them across. He might of been pessimistic but he had hope that they would make it, faith in his own Gods and Lords that they would make it.
"Faraam, keep us safe," he said to himself before handing the orb back to Emilia ",and let those seeking to destroy us, have a grizzly fate in store for them."

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I all ready changed it.

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Zaccar nodded at John to acknowledge him. Normally he wouldn't of minded to strike a conversation up with John but with the full moon tonight he didn't risk it, he might say something he regretted by mistake with the wolf wanting to be free, so he was somewhat glad John didn't come over to talk to him. Shortly afterwards, the bartender brought him his drink.

"Here leave the bottle, today is going to be a long day," he mumbled placing some money down for the bottle and drank his first glass of whiskey.

As he did, he felt slightly more relax, the effects working instantly it seemed though it would probably only last for a few brief seconds. He was on his fourth glass when Clara started to really get agitated by Shitubso. Normally Zaccar would tried to perhaps keep the peace since he was an officer and he came here to relax yet at the moment part of him wanted in on the action, the wolf wanted to fight. Once more it clawed at his skin and his eyes slightly shifted from there normal blue color to a yellow color.
He returned to his glass, not noticing so much the old guy that had walked in slightly before. He had smelled some new scent but with the wolf wanting out and him now working on the bottle to try and keep the wolf down, he hardly noticed until he looked around and even then he didn't so much care. Only goal now was to keep the wolf from making him do something he didn't want to do. He heard it whisper in his head:
Fight, blood, feast, kill, the wolf growled within his mind destroy, rip to shed, hunt.

He was about to go over and try to calm the situation, feeling he had the wolf under control but by then Shitubso had left leaving only Clara. He went over to her anyways and decided to strike a conversation, perhaps still try and calm her maybe."So seems Shitubso got under your skin huh?" he said sitting down next her bringing over his bottle and glass as well. He didn't ask what Shitubso had said to get under her skin though he had heard it, but he didn't want to say he was eavesdropping either so if she wanted to talk about it, she would or she wouldn't, it wasn't his area to butt in.

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Zaccar walked down the street, duffle bag in hand, making his way to the bar. There weren't that many people walking about and the few that were he stayed a bit away from. He could feel the beast that lurked in him uneasy, ready to strike out when the full moon would be out. It only got worse with every hour and his anger and agitation only went up usually throughout the day. Someone had run into him while walking and it took all of his self control to keep from chewing the guy out and just say sorry before continuing on his way.

He eventually reached the bar in a few minutes and was somewhat surprised there were people there this early though he didn't pay much attention to them. The place reeked of magic and other supernatural scents. If the person who was responsible for the murder earlier today was here, he would never really know, there were to many scents to pinpoint just one person here and besides he came here to relax or at least try to before the full moon, not look for a killer, that would have to wait for a time when he could think with a clear head.

"Hey bartender, the usual and payment for the room I'll be borrowing tonight," he said sitting down at the bar ",Oh and here take the bag while you are at it, didn't want to forget it like last time so just watch it for me until tonight."

He was a usual person at the bar, going there for the past nine years he had been a werewolf and learning more on what was hidden from the normal world and having some interesting conversations but for the time all he wanted was a drink, something strong. It took a lot anymore to get him drunk which was good and bad. Good since it meant it took a lot to get intoxicated, bad because it meant it took more to try and get the wolf to settle down, to numb the senses and concentrate on the few days before a full moon.

He looked around the bar, seeing a few people, two of which were at the bar itself, talking about something. One was showing the other some piece of paper, from what he heard with his hearing something about a sigil the guy was asking about to the woman. He could only guess the names of who the were, Clara was one he had seen before there at the bar from time to time and the other was Shitsubo or something like that, he never kept track of names to well of those who were at the bar, only really those that were at the bar often when he was and took an interest in, be it maybe because of conversation or just by how they looked, perhaps to keep an eye on them if he had to if he figured out that they were tied to some crime he was looking into.

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Well besides knowing that Zaccar is a werewolf since he does make enough visits to the bar especially during the full moon, not much is known about him. That and his job since his job kind of is like the Order but on a lesser scale in that he usually does crime scenes that involve the supernatural as to keep humans safe from that world. But his past isn't known by anyone at the bar.

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Oh I'm sure Zaccar will have fun trying and hopefully succeeding at some point. XD

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Blood, that was all he could see, all he could smell. The stench of death. He held his breath but there was no point, the monster was gone but he felt that if he breathed it would somehow return to finish him off. He couldn't tell if anyone else was alive yet he somehow knew that his friends were gone and he was alone. He remained motionless for hours and it was all a blur the next few days, then those crept into weeks. He had nearly recovered from it when the pain happened on that full moon, the first of many painful nights. The sounds were awful, cracking bones, him screaming in agony which turned into a howl after a brief few seconds. Then well that's all he remembered. The beast that had attacked had done more then nearly killed him, it had placed the curse it had on him, Zaccar Drogoth, eleven years ago.

Zaccar awoke with a start from the nightmare he had, reliving that night that drove him to what he was now. However by now he accepted what he was. He awoke with the alarm of his clock blaring, at least to his sensitive ears it was blaring loud. He slammed his hand onto it, quickly turning off the racket it had been making before getting up. He was about to take a shower when his phone rang and he could only guess what that meant this early in the morning. A body had been found, and not in particularly good condition.
Zaccar had become a police officer when he was twenty six and thanks to what he was quickly shot himself up the ranks to being a detective of some sort. Mostly his job involved figuring how the hell someone died, usually to make everyone think they were looking for a normal physopath but the truth was usually far more worse. Humans had no idea what hid amongst them and he was one of those things but he tried to use his talents for good and putting those supernatural physcopaths behind bars or ended there life if he had to.
He picked up the phone and in a gruff voice asked ",Yeah what is it?"
"A body has been found on the bad side of town, figured you would want to check it out," a voice replied, another officer.
"Right I'll be there in a few minutes," he said. Perfect another body, just when it was the full moon that very night, he didn't need this crap.

Half Hour Later

He was looking at the twisted form of a person. It wasn't a particularly clean death, but from the scent the guy had been dead for several hours, probably late last night so he could only hope that it was quick, he didn't like the idea of someone suffering before they died, even if the guy had a record of crimes and prison time. From what he was told, the guy had been thrown out of a window and no one was talking, either because they had been high out of their mind or they were to scared. It wasn't the prettiest part of town this murder was in and crime here wasn't anything new, especially a murder. Most of the officers were chalking it up as a drug deal gone bad. Except for Zaccar, he knew better, there was more to it then met the eye.
There was the faint scent of magic on the body, faint but noticeably there, his nose never failed him and when he had gone to the room, the smell was far stronger. It was the same magic he had smelled before. Another body added to the person he was tracking. He had been following a case of murders for quite some time, most didn't see them as connected just random. Zaccar was the only one working on it and knew the connection between them, the magic used in all the murders all were the same. Someone who had a good knowledge of magic was killing these people but as to why he still had to figure it out. Because they could or perhaps they were paid to do it? It was hard to say without finding more evidence but until he did he let the other officers believe what they wanted, as long as they didn't expect anything out of the ordinary about it, his job was fine.
He took some evidence, mostly photos before leaving the scene, he then returned home to get some things ready."I'm going to need a drink to keep on this assignment," he mumbled as he entered his home once more. A small apartment that was sparsely furnished. One wall though was entirely covered with the images of murdered people with scraps of notes and string trying to slowly piece the mystery he was working on. He would figure out who was doing this and bring them to justice. He put the new murder victim up, once downloading the image off of his camera and printing it. He would try to find out more on the person once prints were taken from the body to reveal who they were since a wallet wasn't found at the scene to determine who they were and even common face criminals couldn't be always named by just one look of there face.
Zaccar grabbed a duffel bag putting some items into it, before he went off to work on murder some more he had to drop it off to a nearby bar, someplace safe and pay for a room to use for the upcoming night. He placed some extra clothes within the bag along with some other items before heading out of his apartment and beginning the walk to the bar, maybe he would see some new interesting characters there or if not he would at least get one drink before heading out again.