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I'd be very interested in submitting an application for this, however I would just like to know if you'd allow me to make a Lycanthrope as my character?
I'm still here, just patiently waiting for the next post cycle.
Name: Ra'al Thraine
Age: 27
Race: Sarakaine
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Height: 7'2''
Abilities: Increased dexterity and speed, immense strength and above average intelligence. Has a third lung that filters out noxious gases.
Skills: Talented hand to hand and weapon combatant, proficient marksman.
Rank: Class B
Brief Bio/History (of both your character and race): Ra'al or simply Ra was,as he felt, born too late into existence. His race on a downward spiral from the war that had occurred centuries before his birth, scattered and broken across the galaxy, he lived a life of constant running and hiding from Ebolorian forces. His parents taught him all that they could of his heritage as they jumped from planet to planet, getting what work they could as mercenaries or merchants, as they had told;
The Sarakaine race were a noble people, bred and genetically modified for war they conquered their own and many of the surrounding solar systems, allowing what they deemed 'lesser races' to become a part of their empire. Their rapid progression soon led them face to face with their first formidable foe, the Ebolorians. Neither race would bend to the others will, war broke out and for many years, proud Sarakaine warriors gave their lives for their homeland, never yielding and never losing an inch of their territory to the Ebolorian threat.
The fighting came to a stalemate, neither race having a great enough advantage over the other to push an overall victory, that was until the day Ebolorians branched out into another sector of space to discover a race known as Rhevarians, whose technology and knowledge dwarfed both races. Somewhere along the line they took that races planet and forced their scientists to formulate a bio chemical weapon that was destined to doom his people, sending their advanced biology into overdrive, morphing them into mindless biomass that produced the same body altering chemical. The effect was slow and devastating as medical personal tried to figure out a cure, bringing back test subjects to their home planets without knowing the adverse effect the chemical would have on these subjects later on.
The story burned a deep seeded hate in him for the Ebolorian race and the Rhevarians for succumbing to their power and becoming the manufactures of his kinds fate. Soon enough Ebolorian forces caught up with their ship, his mother perishing in the crossfire and his father to the cruelty of his tormentors as they were shipped across space. For Ra'al they had another idea, a way to shame his race further after all these years, publicly displaying him at their mercy as he fought in the hellish arena of their home world.
Affiliation (if any): None, his pride keeps him from befriending any of the other races.
Age: 27
Race: Sarakaine
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Height: 7'2''
Abilities: Increased dexterity and speed, immense strength and above average intelligence. Has a third lung that filters out noxious gases.
Skills: Talented hand to hand and weapon combatant, proficient marksman.
Rank: Class B
Brief Bio/History (of both your character and race): Ra'al or simply Ra was,as he felt, born too late into existence. His race on a downward spiral from the war that had occurred centuries before his birth, scattered and broken across the galaxy, he lived a life of constant running and hiding from Ebolorian forces. His parents taught him all that they could of his heritage as they jumped from planet to planet, getting what work they could as mercenaries or merchants, as they had told;
The Sarakaine race were a noble people, bred and genetically modified for war they conquered their own and many of the surrounding solar systems, allowing what they deemed 'lesser races' to become a part of their empire. Their rapid progression soon led them face to face with their first formidable foe, the Ebolorians. Neither race would bend to the others will, war broke out and for many years, proud Sarakaine warriors gave their lives for their homeland, never yielding and never losing an inch of their territory to the Ebolorian threat.
The fighting came to a stalemate, neither race having a great enough advantage over the other to push an overall victory, that was until the day Ebolorians branched out into another sector of space to discover a race known as Rhevarians, whose technology and knowledge dwarfed both races. Somewhere along the line they took that races planet and forced their scientists to formulate a bio chemical weapon that was destined to doom his people, sending their advanced biology into overdrive, morphing them into mindless biomass that produced the same body altering chemical. The effect was slow and devastating as medical personal tried to figure out a cure, bringing back test subjects to their home planets without knowing the adverse effect the chemical would have on these subjects later on.
The story burned a deep seeded hate in him for the Ebolorian race and the Rhevarians for succumbing to their power and becoming the manufactures of his kinds fate. Soon enough Ebolorian forces caught up with their ship, his mother perishing in the crossfire and his father to the cruelty of his tormentors as they were shipped across space. For Ra'al they had another idea, a way to shame his race further after all these years, publicly displaying him at their mercy as he fought in the hellish arena of their home world.
Affiliation (if any): None, his pride keeps him from befriending any of the other races.
Ra'al found himself in his derelict apartment, a desolate room with a grease stained window, scavenged pieces of scrap were scattered about to serve as furniture. As meagre as it was, it was enough to serve his purposes, not like he planned on playing host to any of the other inhabitants of this cesspit called a planet. Doing so was an invitation to a concealed knife in the gut, both members as entrusting as the other, which was not at all.
A filtered light shone through the stained window above, giving off just enough light for him to be able to charge his most prized possession, a holo-book with the recorded data of his species, a relic that he had been lucky enough to smuggle through the Ebolorian searches. It was a small metallic disk that could fit quite snugly in the palm of ones hand, with a dull, glowing, blue light in the centre that once pressed expanded the disc into a thin template that emitted an interactive 3D projection. Once again, as was his daily ritual when he had the time, he flicked through the topographic maps of his homeland. As to what purpose he did this, as all it caused was a longing so painful he felt as if core was hollow, he did not know. Perhaps it was the brief joy at the thought of one day escaping this place and banding together what was left of his race to re inhabit Sarak.
Anger flooded him as he thought of the Rhevarian he had seen today, her race had been his undoing, the destroyer of his chance at a life he never knew. Sullenly he closed the holo-book and hid it in the compartment under his makeshift desk. It did note bode well for him to allow his emotions to overwhelm him in a place like this. No, there has been rioting in this sector due to her, no doubt the Ebolorians would arrange a bloody massacre for many of their number in the arena soon and he would be there to meet that Rhevarian in honourable combat. What if she runs? A voice whispered in the back of his mind. There's no honour in killing a fleeing opponent. She won't. He thought solemnly. But what if she runs? It echoed. Doubt nibbled at his conscious as he sat contemplating a way to force her to fight, for when the time came, she would have to and he would have her head.
A filtered light shone through the stained window above, giving off just enough light for him to be able to charge his most prized possession, a holo-book with the recorded data of his species, a relic that he had been lucky enough to smuggle through the Ebolorian searches. It was a small metallic disk that could fit quite snugly in the palm of ones hand, with a dull, glowing, blue light in the centre that once pressed expanded the disc into a thin template that emitted an interactive 3D projection. Once again, as was his daily ritual when he had the time, he flicked through the topographic maps of his homeland. As to what purpose he did this, as all it caused was a longing so painful he felt as if core was hollow, he did not know. Perhaps it was the brief joy at the thought of one day escaping this place and banding together what was left of his race to re inhabit Sarak.
Anger flooded him as he thought of the Rhevarian he had seen today, her race had been his undoing, the destroyer of his chance at a life he never knew. Sullenly he closed the holo-book and hid it in the compartment under his makeshift desk. It did note bode well for him to allow his emotions to overwhelm him in a place like this. No, there has been rioting in this sector due to her, no doubt the Ebolorians would arrange a bloody massacre for many of their number in the arena soon and he would be there to meet that Rhevarian in honourable combat. What if she runs? A voice whispered in the back of his mind. There's no honour in killing a fleeing opponent. She won't. He thought solemnly. But what if she runs? It echoed. Doubt nibbled at his conscious as he sat contemplating a way to force her to fight, for when the time came, she would have to and he would have her head.
Ra'al stood silently amongst the thrumming crowd, a frown knitted on his brow, and his fists balled at his sides as he glared at the blue figure tied to the pole. More than likely, half of these fools didn't know what stood before them, a race so rare, he himself had thought them gone. Would be better if they all were. He thought darkly, his ice blue eyes mirroring the thought within. Oh how easy it would be to walk right up and snap her pretty little neck, not like the guards would care overly much and he doubted many would rise up against him for committing such an act, yet still, that was not the way of his kind. There's no honour in killing the helpless.
To his right, a hulking mass emerged from the alley, slowly shambling toward the Rhevarian, freeing her from her bonds, breaking the chains that bound her as easily as one might break a twig. He had seen that creature around before, an Ebolorian outcast by the name of Ignrak, if the gossip of theses lowly races could be believed. He looked forward to the day he met that one in the arena.
Turning away from scene he begun to move to the edge of the crowd, his size serving as an advantage as others clamoured out of his way. He cast one last look over his shoulder to see the Ebolorian move in the direction of the other who had assisted the Rhevarian, the foolish thing was lucky the guard pursuing her didn't just use a sonic emitter to scramble her vision, but what could be expected of such a base intelligence being that required the technologies of others to win its wars.
To his right, a hulking mass emerged from the alley, slowly shambling toward the Rhevarian, freeing her from her bonds, breaking the chains that bound her as easily as one might break a twig. He had seen that creature around before, an Ebolorian outcast by the name of Ignrak, if the gossip of theses lowly races could be believed. He looked forward to the day he met that one in the arena.
Turning away from scene he begun to move to the edge of the crowd, his size serving as an advantage as others clamoured out of his way. He cast one last look over his shoulder to see the Ebolorian move in the direction of the other who had assisted the Rhevarian, the foolish thing was lucky the guard pursuing her didn't just use a sonic emitter to scramble her vision, but what could be expected of such a base intelligence being that required the technologies of others to win its wars.
Name: Ra'al Thraine
Age: 27
Race: Sarakaine
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Height: 7'2''
Abilities: Increased dexterity and speed, immense strength and above average intelligence. Has a third lung that filters out noxious gases.
Skills: Talented hand to hand and weapon combatant, proficient marksman.
Rank: Class B
Brief Bio/History (of both your character and race): Ra'al or simply Ra was,as he felt, born too late into existence. His race on a downward spiral from the war that had occurred centuries before his birth, scattered and broken across the galaxy, he lived a life of constant running and hiding from Ebolorian forces. His parents taught him all that they could of his heritage as they jumped from planet to planet, getting what work they could as mercenaries or merchants, as they had told;
The Sarakaine race were a noble people, bred and genetically modified for war they conquered their own and many of the surrounding solar systems, allowing what they deemed 'lesser races' to become a part of their empire. Their rapid progression soon led them face to face with their first formidable foe, the Ebolorians. Neither race would bend to the others will, war broke out and for many years, proud Sarakaine warriors gave their lives for their homeland, never yielding and never losing an inch of their territory to the Ebolorian threat.
The fighting came to a stalemate, neither race having a great enough advantage over the other to push an overall victory, that was until the day Ebolorians branched out into another sector of space to discover a race known as Rhevarians, whose technology and knowledge dwarfed both races. Somewhere along the line they took that races planet and forced their scientists to formulate a bio chemical weapon that was destined to doom his people, sending their advanced biology into overdrive, morphing them into mindless biomass that produced the same body altering chemical. The effect was slow and devastating as medical personal tried to figure out a cure, bringing back test subjects to their home planets without knowing the adverse effect the chemical would have on these subjects later on.
The story burned a deep seeded hate in him for the Ebolorian race and the Rhevarians for succumbing to their power and becoming the manufactures of his kinds fate. Soon enough Ebolorian forces caught up with their ship, his mother perishing in the crossfire and his father to cruelty of his tormentors as they were shipped across space. For Ra'al they had another idea, a way to shame his race further after all these years, publicly displaying him at their mercy as he fought in the hellish arena of their home world.
Affiliation (if any): None, his pride keeps him from befriending any of the other races.
Age: 27
Race: Sarakaine
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Height: 7'2''
Abilities: Increased dexterity and speed, immense strength and above average intelligence. Has a third lung that filters out noxious gases.
Skills: Talented hand to hand and weapon combatant, proficient marksman.
Rank: Class B
Brief Bio/History (of both your character and race): Ra'al or simply Ra was,as he felt, born too late into existence. His race on a downward spiral from the war that had occurred centuries before his birth, scattered and broken across the galaxy, he lived a life of constant running and hiding from Ebolorian forces. His parents taught him all that they could of his heritage as they jumped from planet to planet, getting what work they could as mercenaries or merchants, as they had told;
The Sarakaine race were a noble people, bred and genetically modified for war they conquered their own and many of the surrounding solar systems, allowing what they deemed 'lesser races' to become a part of their empire. Their rapid progression soon led them face to face with their first formidable foe, the Ebolorians. Neither race would bend to the others will, war broke out and for many years, proud Sarakaine warriors gave their lives for their homeland, never yielding and never losing an inch of their territory to the Ebolorian threat.
The fighting came to a stalemate, neither race having a great enough advantage over the other to push an overall victory, that was until the day Ebolorians branched out into another sector of space to discover a race known as Rhevarians, whose technology and knowledge dwarfed both races. Somewhere along the line they took that races planet and forced their scientists to formulate a bio chemical weapon that was destined to doom his people, sending their advanced biology into overdrive, morphing them into mindless biomass that produced the same body altering chemical. The effect was slow and devastating as medical personal tried to figure out a cure, bringing back test subjects to their home planets without knowing the adverse effect the chemical would have on these subjects later on.
The story burned a deep seeded hate in him for the Ebolorian race and the Rhevarians for succumbing to their power and becoming the manufactures of his kinds fate. Soon enough Ebolorian forces caught up with their ship, his mother perishing in the crossfire and his father to cruelty of his tormentors as they were shipped across space. For Ra'al they had another idea, a way to shame his race further after all these years, publicly displaying him at their mercy as he fought in the hellish arena of their home world.
Affiliation (if any): None, his pride keeps him from befriending any of the other races.
I'd most certainly be interested if this gets started up.
Marcus whipped his head around at the origin of the loud 'whooshing' sound accompanied by a soft bang, the lapse in his monotonous patrol becoming the center of his attention.
"What manner of foolishness is this?" He asked rhetorically of his Golem, walking at a fast pace toward the commotion. There would be hell to pay for the student who thought it a funny idea to display their contracted power in a manner like this, disturbing the peace and ultimately disturbing him. He rounded the corner and came to look upon the culprit.
"Roland Wright" He said with a grimace, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. His fellow security team member was a lad one year his junior and as rambunctious as the flames he conjured, also somewhat delusional, yet Marcus believed his heart was in the right place.
"Must I remind you that it's our job to prevent commotions like this from taking place Roland, you can't go lighting up half the bloody sky and begin challenging the entire island!" He said, his voice raising in volume as he went along. At that moment Frank, his Golem, rounded the corner, the disapproval it emitted contrasted well with Marcus's own.
"What manner of foolishness is this?" He asked rhetorically of his Golem, walking at a fast pace toward the commotion. There would be hell to pay for the student who thought it a funny idea to display their contracted power in a manner like this, disturbing the peace and ultimately disturbing him. He rounded the corner and came to look upon the culprit.
"Roland Wright" He said with a grimace, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. His fellow security team member was a lad one year his junior and as rambunctious as the flames he conjured, also somewhat delusional, yet Marcus believed his heart was in the right place.
"Must I remind you that it's our job to prevent commotions like this from taking place Roland, you can't go lighting up half the bloody sky and begin challenging the entire island!" He said, his voice raising in volume as he went along. At that moment Frank, his Golem, rounded the corner, the disapproval it emitted contrasted well with Marcus's own.
Marcus was laid down, with his back against the tree trunk, his eyes closed against the day to embrace the thoughts in his mind. A bright glimmer of light fell across his view, breaking the wonderful daydream, forcing his eyes open through slits to combat the intense glare.
"Sunset" He muttered to himself with a grimace, shimmying his back further up the tree, until his head sat in the shade of the branches above.
The hulking figure stood just off away from the him, gazing out over the high rise of their hill to look out over the ocean and its setting sun. Frank, the clay Golem, Marcus's faithful companion and what he liked to think of as friend. A wave of contentment radiated from the creature, finding it's way to Marcus, who smiled knowingly at the Frank's back. A stark shadow was cast along the ground from where Frank stood, falling all the way behind them toward the school, and judging by the sun, most of the clubs would be finishing up now.
"Sorry to spoil it bud, but we've gotta get a move on" He said as he rose, running a knuckle over the ache in his back from where a stray knot of wood had dug in.
Frank turned its body toward Marcus, its movements sounding like the run of loose gravel down a slope. A wave of reluctance swept over Marcus, quickly followed by acceptance. This was all he needed from Frank to know they were good to get a move on. The security team would need to be on hand in case of any incidents, duty bound to regulate any disagreements or remove them, he made his way toward the clutch of buildings in the distance.
"Come on, it won't be that bad!" He chided, slapping the Golem on the calf of its leg as they walked, the sun sinking down further and further behind them. The creature replied with a slow and easy nod of the head, forcing another smile from Marcus, the buildings were close now.
"Sunset" He muttered to himself with a grimace, shimmying his back further up the tree, until his head sat in the shade of the branches above.
The hulking figure stood just off away from the him, gazing out over the high rise of their hill to look out over the ocean and its setting sun. Frank, the clay Golem, Marcus's faithful companion and what he liked to think of as friend. A wave of contentment radiated from the creature, finding it's way to Marcus, who smiled knowingly at the Frank's back. A stark shadow was cast along the ground from where Frank stood, falling all the way behind them toward the school, and judging by the sun, most of the clubs would be finishing up now.
"Sorry to spoil it bud, but we've gotta get a move on" He said as he rose, running a knuckle over the ache in his back from where a stray knot of wood had dug in.
Frank turned its body toward Marcus, its movements sounding like the run of loose gravel down a slope. A wave of reluctance swept over Marcus, quickly followed by acceptance. This was all he needed from Frank to know they were good to get a move on. The security team would need to be on hand in case of any incidents, duty bound to regulate any disagreements or remove them, he made his way toward the clutch of buildings in the distance.
"Come on, it won't be that bad!" He chided, slapping the Golem on the calf of its leg as they walked, the sun sinking down further and further behind them. The creature replied with a slow and easy nod of the head, forcing another smile from Marcus, the buildings were close now.
I'd be willing to take on your vampire as a contract, whether you deem them appropriately matched is up to you.
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