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Obviously, Jacob wasn't expecting to be intervened, and especially not by such a small, weak-looking young woman. He hesitated for a moment long enough, allowing Chris to once again throw the man off of himself and jump to his feet. In him, there was a slight hesitation as well. A few swift strides put him at the woman's side, looking at Jacob as the man clenched his fist in anger, sword by his side. He snorted, "What, you gonna have a little girl protect you?"

Chris glanced sideways at the woman. There was no way he was going to look like a weakling. He rolled his eyes in disregard to his brother. "No, just wondering if you're even evil enough to hit a lady."

"Not like I'm not a demon," he grinned, revealing several razor-sharp teeth. His eyes began to turn black, as if being filled with dark liquid.

"That's low even for you," Chris growled, holding both of his hands palms-upward in front of him and trembling a bit until two battle swords appeared. He grabbed them quickly and brandished them toward Jacob. "Three swords against one," he said in reference to the sword the girl was holding.
Theme song: Twenty One Pilots - Lovely

Chris N. Green




*Photo-shopped image of Black Veil Brides front man, Andy Black.




-Basics-

Name: Christopher Nicholas Green
Age: 240
Gender: Male

-Appearance-

General: Christopher stands at about 6'4", and neither thin nor thick in weight. His eyes are very noticeably dull-red, which he writes off as being a bizarre genetic mutation that most people tend to believe. Inside his shirt, he hides retractable wings that are 18' in span, with soft, black feathers. The skin he wears is pale, though not abnormally so. Often times, he wears an unimpressed look on his face, nearing a scowl. His lower lip is pierced on the left side, and he is rarely seen without the ring in.
Build: Average.
Hair/color: Dirty blonde.
Skin color: Light pale.
Eye color: Dull red.
Other: Lower lip piercing; hidden scars on back; light scars on arms.

-Other-

Personality:
Chris is described as a people-pleaser by his human acquaintances. Which he is, but not for anyone else's gain but his own. A professional psychiatrist, perhaps, could describe him as a paper-certified psychopath. However, this is simply from his demonic genes. Chris has a thirst for violence and power, yet there's another part of him that wants to quell those waves of rage. Another description of him: a walking internal conflict. However exclusively internal. To the outside world, Chris is a gentleman. A lover. He is peace.
Skill list:

  • Pyromancy: can conjure and manipulate fire.
  • Necromancy slavery: can conjure undead slaves for a limited amount of time.
  • Speed & Strength: very fast and very strong.
  • Mild regeneration: non-fatal wounds heal relatively quickly.
  • Melee: Chris frequently practices martial arts.
  • Dual-wielding: Chris frequently practices battling with a sword in each hand.


Etc: Has a brother named Jacob.
The only thought running through Chris' head was that he was extremely glad that he lived in the middle of nowhere.

Well, that, and staying alive.

Fists were flying toward his face, his chest, his stomach at alarming rates. It took most of his concentration to avoid them. The man in front of him was snarling with a ruthless, menacing intent in his glowing yellow eyes. A low growl was forming deep inside of Chris' own throat. It was astonishing that his opponent was not yet worn out -- they'd been going at it for at least half an hour now. Chris knew he'd be excruciatingly bruised. Too bad his regeneration only counted for external wounds. His arms could barely keep up to block the blows, and before he could react, there was a sword at his throat as he lay flat on his back in the middle of the road.

"Jesus!" Chris exclaimed, rolling his eyes. "After a few years, you'd think you'd get tired of this!"

The blade began to cut into his skin, and he winced. It wouldn't take long for a minor cut to heal, but if his opponent decided to decapitate him, it was game over. This had already happened before. There was still a lingering scar on his throat that was now being ripped open again.

"Keep relocating like you always do, and it makes it more fun," his opponent and brother, Jacob, growled down at him.

"So kill me," Chris smirked. "Get it over with."

In the exact second he felt the blade begin to press further into his throat, Chris used every ounce of his strength to throw his brother off of him. Out came his large, black wings, ripping through the fabric of his shirt. They began to flap, pushing the air underneath them as he was lifted quickly into the air. Jacob reacted just as quick, wings spread, and began to fly after Chris.

To fly took an immense amount of energy. It took keeping his weight up, as well as moving the muscles of his wings to propel him forward and stay in the air. Now, Chris was flying at his maximum speed -- yet it still seemed to not be enough. He cursed his brother for coming first. He caught all the good genes.

"C'mere, coward!" Jacob shouted behind him. Chris only continued to fly, eventually slowing over a large field from growing tired. He turned to face his opponent and lifted his palm upward, summoning a small ball of fire in one quick motion, then launching it toward his pursuer. Jacob dodged it with flawless skill, drawing a frustrated groan from Chris.

"God, stop being so OP," he huffed, then had no time to react as his brother crashed into him. His brother's hands grabbed the front of his shirt, positioning him downward as they began to crash into the ground. Making impact, a small crater was created, and of course Chris took the most damage. He could feel ribs snapping and then desperately try to mesh back together, and it elicited a strongly pained scream, following by a string of curses.

Pathetically, Chris called out for help. It would have been idiotic to call out for help if nobody was around, but he could vaguely sense a nearby presence -- he didn't know whether human, animal, or other, or how close they were. His senses were being numbed by the pain.
Theme song: Twenty One Pilots - Lovely

Chris N. Green




*Photo-shopped image of Black Veil Brides front man, Andy Black.




-Basics-

Name: Christopher Nicholas Green
Age: 240
Gender: Male

-Appearance-

General: Christopher stands at about 6'4", and neither thin nor thick in weight. His eyes are very noticeably dull-red, which he writes off as being a bizarre genetic mutation that most people tend to believe. Inside his shirt, he hides retractable wings that are 18' in span, with soft, black feathers. The skin he wears is pale, though not abnormally so. Often times, he wears an unimpressed look on his face, nearing a scowl. His lower lip is pierced on the left side, and he is rarely seen without the ring in.
Build: Average.
Hair/color: Dirty blonde.
Skin color: Light pale.
Eye color: Dull red.
Other: Lower lip piercing; hidden scars on back; light scars on arms.

-Other-

Personality:
Chris is described as a people-pleaser by his human acquaintances. Which he is, but not for anyone else's gain but his own. A professional psychiatrist, perhaps, could describe him as a paper-certified psychopath. However, this is simply from his demonic genes. Chris has a thirst for violence and power, yet there's another part of him that wants to quell those waves of rage. Another description of him: a walking internal conflict. However exclusively internal. To the outside world, Chris is a gentleman. A lover. He is peace.
Skill list:
  • Pyromancy: can conjure and manipulate fire.
  • Necromancy slavery: can conjure undead slaves for a limited amount of time.
  • Speed & Strength: very fast and very strong.
  • Mild regeneration: non-fatal wounds heal relatively quickly.
  • Melee: Chris frequently practices martial arts.
  • Dual-wielding: Chris frequently practices battling with a sword in each hand.


History: TBW

Etc: Has a brother named Jacob.
In Noice! 10 yrs ago Forum: Introduce Yourself
Glad to have you! I've also been role-playing since I was nine, though only 8 years now.
I'm actually kinda pumped for this. ~^-^~
Addie P. Simmons




*Note: Not quite as many freckles.




-Basics-

Name: Adelynn Petunia Simmons
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Titan: Harrow

-Appearance-

Build: Tall and skinny.
Hair/color: Long, reddish orange.
Skin color: Pale white.
Eye color: Green-leaning hazel.
Other: Freckles galore.

-Other-

Likes:

  • Watching her brother draw.
  • Admiring most art.
  • Small, helpless animals.
  • Large, powerful animals.
  • Swimming in shallow water.
  • Fresh, autumn salad.
  • Tunes played from a soft, well-tuned lute.
  • Reading tales, whether true or not.


Dislikes:

  • Hateful people with hateful intentions.
  • Most insects.
  • The taste of meat.
  • Getting unnecessarily dirty.
  • Swimming in deep water.


Personality:
Adelynn is impulsive and spontaneous. Her actions can range from setting a person on fire because they looked at her the wrong way, to helping that person heal. Her personality is "double-sided", for lack of a better term. Generally, it tends to linger on the generous and caring side, though different actions can trigger her psychotic side.

Adelynn is normally calm and composed, keeping to herself most of the time. She doesn't speak much and would rather be left alone than in with a group of people. She is very compassionate towards animals more than people, though people don't seem to bother her too much. She's more afraid of them than anything, but doesn't mind trying to communicate with them, which is sometimes a problem due to her speech impediment.

Her aggressive and impulsive acts derive mostly from anger, but sometimes happen randomly. When she becomes regularly social with one person, she tends to become attached to them and will often times cry if they leave. Though she seems weak and dependent, Adelynn does a very good job of taking care of herself, as she usually needs to.

Skill list:

  • Extremely flexible: gymnast-worthy. She can tumble, twist, and turn without pulling or injuring anything, for the most part.
  • Seasoned archer: from a young age, Addie has practiced with a bow and arrows. It has earned her the title of a seasoned archer.
  • Adequate sneak: Addie can hide from almost anyone. She's very light on her feet, making little to no noise when desired. She seems to pick the best hiding spots and tends to just blend in.


History:
Adelynn grew up in a very small, very rural town on the outskirts of a pretty isolated kingdom called Nixus. There, she was raised on a farm, mostly by her brother, Colin. Her father was always busy with farm work and other business that he tended to but kept secret, while her mother died giving birth to Addie's younger sister, Eva. Addie was only three years old when Eva was born, and Colin was sixteen. Colin took to raising both Addie and Eva, and both girls turned out to seem to be "slower" than the average human, although only in speech. Eva and Addie both spoke slowly, as if it strained them to use their voices. However, Addie herself learned logical skills at a much quicker speed than would be considered normal. She took up archery when she was six years old with the help of Colin, and sometimes her father. By the time she was fourteen, she could out-shoot most of the grown men in her village.

By the time Addie's eighteenth birthday rolled around, she figured that she wanted to escape from the small country village she was living in. One night, she sat down with her brother, her father, and her sister, and they all had a long conversation in regards to her departure. At first, her brother insisted that she stay. Addie was persistent. She didn't want to stay in such a small place any longer. While she hated crowds of people for the most part, she felt that there would be more opportunities elsewhere.

In hindsight, she was right. She moved to a small house, which was part of a common complex, with two other young women who turned out to not only be witches, but worshipers of the earth. Adelynn became closer to nature, learning what plants could be eaten, what plants could heal, and what plants could kill. It would later serve her an advantage. The two witches taught her simple magics, on how to heal minor, non-fatal wounds, how to close her mind to certain intruding magics, and how to summon small sparks of fire in her hand. The fire proved to be almost worthless, as it was there for one moment, then vanished, without her being able to manipulate it. It wasn't long after Addie was just beginning to learn how to make the ball of fire grow larger when the two witches had to flee from the complex. Now, Addie lives alone, growing herbs and vegetables, selling and trading them, and trying to live her life the best she can.

Equipment:

  • Multiple sets of simple, colorful garments.
  • A small, steel dagger usually strapped to her side.
  • A short, dark, wooden wand gifted to her by the witches.
  • A very small, leather-bound notebook with powerful (though useless to her) incantations noted in it.
  • Separate leather-bound book with blank pages.
  • A small, leather backpack resembling a messenger bag.


Reason for picking Harrow:
Addie, by no means, wants anyone to suffer. However, the attraction of Harrow was too much for her to resist. The thought of diminishing the others' hopes and dreams to dust was too humorous and too appealing. Not to mention, Addie has never much liked any people. Animals are the only organisms she can really stand being around.
I'll join. ^-^ I choose Harrow.
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Kalissa J. Williamson




*Source: Kinohara_Kossuta @ Deviantart.com




-Basics-

Name: Kalissa Julianna Williamson
Age: 21
Gender: Female

-Appearance-

General: TBW
Build: Short and skinny.
Hair/color: Slightly above shoulder length, black-brown.
Skin color: Pale white.
Eye color: Deep brown.
Other: N/A

-Other-

Personality:
Kalissa is described as shy, but this is only around people she is not acquainted well with. When she isn’t comfortable with someone or has just met them, she is very quiet and stiff. Some would describe her as awkward, while some would describe her as rude. The truth is that she just doesn’t know what to say around people that she isn’t familiar with.

However, when Kalissa is comfortable with another person, she is very clingy, goofy, and giggly. Her affection is mostly shown through tight hugs, snuggles, and even wallowing all over the person. Aside from this, she is very playful, and likes to tease and taunt her friends.

Some people say Kalissa truly has the heart of a child. For the most part, she acts very innocent. She is neither lewd nor sexual by any means, but innocently playful, although sometimes very flirty. She tends to get along better with girls rather than guys, and can become very awkward and speechless around guys that she finds intimidating and/or attractive.

Skill list:
  • Traditional and digital art
  • Writing poetry and short stories
  • Drag racing on secluded dirt roads
  • Gymnastics


History:
TBW

Etc:
Kalissa has a small, white cat named Star.
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