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Sleep is so overrated, all you need is coffee!
Nice ^^ Now time to get the shovel out and try and remember where I buried the chest....
Edit: oh and a thought: perhaps split up the "wall of text" by using hiders tagged with "history", "story", "CS-sheet" etc.? The wall, while being completely awesome, might scare some people away... maybe...? >.<
Character(s):
//Runner
Name: Melanie ‘Mel’ Caine.
Age: 23
Gender: Female.
Nationality: Southern european.
Years as a Runner: 1/2 year.
Description of appearance (and outfit):
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Melanie stands roughly around 5,9 feet tall, with an athletic body that is clearly honed through years of physical exercise and training - and while she isn’t muscular, her muscles are honed to be very agile and fast, yet at the same time is seems as if her slim body is able to perform above what that sort of build is normally capable of. Her body isn’t what you would define as curvy, instead appearing more lean in a tomboyish fashion, however her sharp-roundish features and petite build leaves no doubt that she is in fact a woman. She has since the last mission cut her long dark brown hair, so it now stands in a neck-long short mess. She usually keeps a few messy bangs encompassing her petite longish face. Her eyes have an almost ice blue tint to them, standing in great contrast her honey brown skin that takes on its color naturally. Her eyes always seem to have an iron set determination to them, as if she always knows what she wants, and she won't back away to get it - this also means that those that do not know her can feel frightened from her stares, giving her a cold aura.
Normally Melanie wears tomboyish clothes and if it wasn’t for her feminine features she could almost be mistaken for a boy. She prefers a pair of black baggy pants and a pair of white/red shoes specially made for running. Above this she usually wears an extra long white tank top that has black and red smudges over it in an artistic manner. Sometimes she also wears a thin black hoodie with a sipper she usually keeps 2/3 closed. This doubles as a good way to hide herself within the shadows. The hoodie is designed so that it has no arms, allowing her to move freely, but at the same time ‘hiding’ her movements. On her hands she wears a pair of dark brown leather gloves with no finger-tips, so that even though longer sessions of ‘running’ she won't damage her hands. Around her waist and upper left arm she has band with a few pockets in them where she keeps different kind of things - this also extends to her black pants that is covered in pockets for various tools.
On different parts of her body she has gotten symbolic tattoos, most of them appears to be of asian descent, yet the question still stands if any of these symbols mean anything specific, or if they are just for decour - however they have been on her for as long as she remembers. Yet she always keeps one tattoo hidden; a mark on her neck that most of all resembles a black and white code-bar with the numbers ‘050990’ etched into it. She seems very cautious of this, almost running away if someone mentions it and always keeps it hidden with her hair or her hoodie. It is unknown what it means.
Even though the times are sparse and the runners live in constant fear of getting caught, Mel still keeps a pair of earphones in her ears most of the time, she seems to find peace and focus when she has music in her ears, yet even when she speaks to someone she keeps her ears plugged.
A brief bio (complete with personality):
The girl named Melanie grew up on the rain soaked streets of New London, she has no recollection of her parent, just vague memories of various homeless people taking care of her and the boy that always followed her: Ethan. From the very beginning she was a survivor, she took care of herself, as she quickly came to figure out that no one would take care of the ‘rats’ as those who lived on the streets, away from the public’s eyes called themselves. Yet even one that grew up in the shadows of society cannot run forever; and at the age of 8 she disappeared, no one knew where she went or what had happened to her, some thought she had been turned, some thought she had ran away and some mean that she had died alone on the streets to be forever forgotten. However that is not the case, she was caught and brought to a special institute directly under the Operari-government.
It is unknown when Melanie came back - or why she came back. Was she released by the institute? Did she somehow escape and had nowhere to go? The questions piled up, yet she never answered them truthfully, in fact she rarely speaks of her past and when she does she is very vague, however no one is sure where and why she first made contact to the Runners and only a few know when and how she managed to join them. To most she just came to be, a runner that suddenly appeared and through her skills made her way into their society - and perhaps even more amazing; made her way into the praised Sector V. Yet she still isn’t truly integrated in the society of the runners, some still have their doubts about her, unsure whether to trust her or not, since it wouldn’t be the first time the Operari would have tried some sleek method of getting to them. Even though Melanie is obviously being regarded with caution and is being kept under watch she doesn’t seem to mind. She acts as if she is a friend, always smiling and joking. Yet those that look closer will notice that her smiles and laughter are never filled with pure happiness, she always seems to focus on something else, something that is beyond what is currently happening and it pains her. Perhaps it is her past haunting her, forcing her to never being truly happy, and thus she can scare those that are more empathic than others.
However even though she can appear haunted, and to some even cold, she usually acts very freely and full of energy, always up for something new and exciting. Yet when the cold dark covers of the night close down on her she always seem to seek the loneliness of her own mind, some have even heard her sob and cry in the darkest hours of the night, but when the sun breaks the next morning she always seems to return to her normal persona.
However if you watch her over a few days you will notice that it isn't just in the darkest hours of the night she disappears, at times she seem to disappear for hours, not telling anyone where she went or what she did.
Melee weapon: Melanie has a surprising amount of knifes hidden all over her body. Most of them rather small, made for martial arts and really close combat. An interesting detail is that all of the knives seem to be of military origin. Yet if she ever runs out of knifes she can utilize her environment to come out with the upper hand.
Though weapons aren’t Melanie’s only forte, she is very very skilled in all sorts of martial arts, being able to mix and match for the needs of the situation, yet always focusing on the body’s weak points.
Yet while Melanie is indeed very skilled in the arts of hurting others and protect herself, she is a Runner which means that she tends to avoid any fight as beat as she can. However Mel isn't just like a normal Runner, no she actually shies away from combat, almost never showing her skills when she's in the company of others, yet strangely she is also one of the most hard training Runners, using at least two hours daily for training her body.
Other informations:
Melanie has a deep dislike towards medical areas, or just areas that bears the "smell" of medicine (or the unnatural smell of "cleanliness" that often hangs in the air around hospitals) - the reason for this goes back to her past, however she has refused to explain it to anyone.
She also loves to enjoy beer and candies. Music is also one of her interests - if you get her going on the subject of music she can go on for hours, if you don't succeed in stopping her - which is rather difficult.
Edit: oh and a thought: perhaps split up the "wall of text" by using hiders tagged with "history", "story", "CS-sheet" etc.? The wall, while being completely awesome, might scare some people away... maybe...? >.<
Character(s):
//Runner
Name: Melanie ‘Mel’ Caine.
Age: 23
Gender: Female.
Nationality: Southern european.
Years as a Runner: 1/2 year.
Description of appearance (and outfit):
Melanie stands roughly around 5,9 feet tall, with an athletic body that is clearly honed through years of physical exercise and training - and while she isn’t muscular, her muscles are honed to be very agile and fast, yet at the same time is seems as if her slim body is able to perform above what that sort of build is normally capable of. Her body isn’t what you would define as curvy, instead appearing more lean in a tomboyish fashion, however her sharp-roundish features and petite build leaves no doubt that she is in fact a woman. She has since the last mission cut her long dark brown hair, so it now stands in a neck-long short mess. She usually keeps a few messy bangs encompassing her petite longish face. Her eyes have an almost ice blue tint to them, standing in great contrast her honey brown skin that takes on its color naturally. Her eyes always seem to have an iron set determination to them, as if she always knows what she wants, and she won't back away to get it - this also means that those that do not know her can feel frightened from her stares, giving her a cold aura.
Normally Melanie wears tomboyish clothes and if it wasn’t for her feminine features she could almost be mistaken for a boy. She prefers a pair of black baggy pants and a pair of white/red shoes specially made for running. Above this she usually wears an extra long white tank top that has black and red smudges over it in an artistic manner. Sometimes she also wears a thin black hoodie with a sipper she usually keeps 2/3 closed. This doubles as a good way to hide herself within the shadows. The hoodie is designed so that it has no arms, allowing her to move freely, but at the same time ‘hiding’ her movements. On her hands she wears a pair of dark brown leather gloves with no finger-tips, so that even though longer sessions of ‘running’ she won't damage her hands. Around her waist and upper left arm she has band with a few pockets in them where she keeps different kind of things - this also extends to her black pants that is covered in pockets for various tools.
On different parts of her body she has gotten symbolic tattoos, most of them appears to be of asian descent, yet the question still stands if any of these symbols mean anything specific, or if they are just for decour - however they have been on her for as long as she remembers. Yet she always keeps one tattoo hidden; a mark on her neck that most of all resembles a black and white code-bar with the numbers ‘050990’ etched into it. She seems very cautious of this, almost running away if someone mentions it and always keeps it hidden with her hair or her hoodie. It is unknown what it means.
Even though the times are sparse and the runners live in constant fear of getting caught, Mel still keeps a pair of earphones in her ears most of the time, she seems to find peace and focus when she has music in her ears, yet even when she speaks to someone she keeps her ears plugged.
A brief bio (complete with personality):
The girl named Melanie grew up on the rain soaked streets of New London, she has no recollection of her parent, just vague memories of various homeless people taking care of her and the boy that always followed her: Ethan. From the very beginning she was a survivor, she took care of herself, as she quickly came to figure out that no one would take care of the ‘rats’ as those who lived on the streets, away from the public’s eyes called themselves. Yet even one that grew up in the shadows of society cannot run forever; and at the age of 8 she disappeared, no one knew where she went or what had happened to her, some thought she had been turned, some thought she had ran away and some mean that she had died alone on the streets to be forever forgotten. However that is not the case, she was caught and brought to a special institute directly under the Operari-government.
It is unknown when Melanie came back - or why she came back. Was she released by the institute? Did she somehow escape and had nowhere to go? The questions piled up, yet she never answered them truthfully, in fact she rarely speaks of her past and when she does she is very vague, however no one is sure where and why she first made contact to the Runners and only a few know when and how she managed to join them. To most she just came to be, a runner that suddenly appeared and through her skills made her way into their society - and perhaps even more amazing; made her way into the praised Sector V. Yet she still isn’t truly integrated in the society of the runners, some still have their doubts about her, unsure whether to trust her or not, since it wouldn’t be the first time the Operari would have tried some sleek method of getting to them. Even though Melanie is obviously being regarded with caution and is being kept under watch she doesn’t seem to mind. She acts as if she is a friend, always smiling and joking. Yet those that look closer will notice that her smiles and laughter are never filled with pure happiness, she always seems to focus on something else, something that is beyond what is currently happening and it pains her. Perhaps it is her past haunting her, forcing her to never being truly happy, and thus she can scare those that are more empathic than others.
However even though she can appear haunted, and to some even cold, she usually acts very freely and full of energy, always up for something new and exciting. Yet when the cold dark covers of the night close down on her she always seem to seek the loneliness of her own mind, some have even heard her sob and cry in the darkest hours of the night, but when the sun breaks the next morning she always seems to return to her normal persona.
However if you watch her over a few days you will notice that it isn't just in the darkest hours of the night she disappears, at times she seem to disappear for hours, not telling anyone where she went or what she did.
Melee weapon: Melanie has a surprising amount of knifes hidden all over her body. Most of them rather small, made for martial arts and really close combat. An interesting detail is that all of the knives seem to be of military origin. Yet if she ever runs out of knifes she can utilize her environment to come out with the upper hand.
Though weapons aren’t Melanie’s only forte, she is very very skilled in all sorts of martial arts, being able to mix and match for the needs of the situation, yet always focusing on the body’s weak points.
Yet while Melanie is indeed very skilled in the arts of hurting others and protect herself, she is a Runner which means that she tends to avoid any fight as beat as she can. However Mel isn't just like a normal Runner, no she actually shies away from combat, almost never showing her skills when she's in the company of others, yet strangely she is also one of the most hard training Runners, using at least two hours daily for training her body.
Other informations:
Melanie has a deep dislike towards medical areas, or just areas that bears the "smell" of medicine (or the unnatural smell of "cleanliness" that often hangs in the air around hospitals) - the reason for this goes back to her past, however she has refused to explain it to anyone.
She also loves to enjoy beer and candies. Music is also one of her interests - if you get her going on the subject of music she can go on for hours, if you don't succeed in stopping her - which is rather difficult.
Updated my character with the final bits and pieces - hope it is acceptable.
Now for some catching up-reading ^^
Now for some catching up-reading ^^
Yea don't leave me too far behind guys D:
Nytefall said
@ Empath if you want to be a demon i would like to outline that unlike humans you need magic to stay as a physical being in the normal world. unless your a weaker demon even than you would need to be in areas that have some magical energy around them.
Actually thought to add that, I just wasn't sure how to do it: a power? Just something they can do?
So do you have an idea in mind how they do it, or should I just think of something?
Uraziel/Damian stands at around 6 feet 1”, with an athletic, honed body that shows clear signs of regular physical exercise. His skin is painted in a balance of white and tanned ; his skin isn't completely honey toned, but he isn't white either - he has clearly seen his share of the sun-light upon his body. His hair is brown, medium short with spikes forming towards the back of his head, while a few bangs encompass his sharp-featured face. His eyes have an ice-cold stare while holding an interesting mix of amber and red that almost shines with a mystic light - something that clearly stands out, even in a crowd of supernatural beings. As most demons he has a pair of horns, however unlike most demons (and unlike the picture) his horns are straight, pointing backward from his temples and ending in a sharp tip that is just a both longer that his elvish-sharp ears. He has a great deal of tattoos covering his body from different time periods he has been summoned in.
Usually he wears a black leather jacket over a grey hoodie, on his legs he usually wear a pair of dark black denim pants with a pair of black leather boots. He doesn’t appear to have any weapons on him.
Name: Uraziel, however he has had a lot of different names through time. In the modern world he goes by “Damian”, as his real name would appear rather odd - and it causes scenes in most supernatural circles (or at least to those that have heard of him).
Age: Unknown - even Uraziel has lost count, but it is needless to say that he has seen quite a few millennia pass by.
Gender: Male
Race: Demon (ancient)
Magic: Adept
Description: Rift: This spell is capable of ripping a hole in the time and space of a dimension, that it allows the user to enter a space in between the different worlds - another dimension that is separate from our own in both time and space, but also, depending on the capabilities of the user, create a whole other dimension (of course this would be a fairly limited dimension in both space and what is in it – usually it would just be a black void) and control the time and space of this world. What this spell allows the user to do is fairly basic in theory, but holds a great deal of uses. By ripping open the normal dimension, the user can then insert himself/herself into a space in between worlds and through manipulating time and space in the second dimension, the user can, in essence, “teleport” him/herself over a distance in the real world. This also allows the user to disappear, making the spell a great escape tool. However, with enough experience, the user can also store things within another dimension and withdrawing/inserting objects whenever they require it.
The main problem with this spell is that it holds no offensive capabilities alone as it effectively only allows the user to slip in and out of another dimension and therefore cannot harm anyone. However if the user is skilled in fighting it does allow the user to create more opportunities as one can move quickly from one place to another, or teleport something else – however it can also be used as a defensive manoeuvre: if the user can react quickly enough it is possible to open a rift that will “absorb” incoming objects. This would of course require extreme skill, control, knowledge of the situation and - most importantly - luck.
Magic-absorption:
Higher classed demons have to sustain their essence in the physical world by absorbing certain amounts of magic (the amount and how frequent depends on the demon’s powers). While love demons can simply sustain their essence by being near sources of magic (big cities tend to be filled with magic as the amount of supernatural beings are drastically higher and more dense than in rural areas), however stronger/higher class demons need to “refill” themselves by draining external sources. This can either be a “well” of magical energy (example: an area after a magical-heavy fight etc.) or absorb it straight from a living being. This is done by opening up the skin, that acts like a natural barrier to keep one’s magical energy inside, and stop energy from getting into you. By opening the skin the barrier is torn down and that allows the demon (or anyone else skilled in this art) to draw out the energy within a being. This is done much like vampire’s bite, however since vampires are generally considered a sub-race of demons, stronger demons can just use any wound they lay their hand (?) on.
Equipment:
“Adriel” the dark sword. It is said that in ancient times an evil demon was slayed by a human hero, however instead of letting it escape its sins with death the hero jailed the demon’s soul within the blade of his sword.
“Aegis”: The legend tells of a war that raged millennia ago between the forces of evil and the humans that lived in the world, however the battles were so fierce that even the angels in heaven couldn’t just stand and passively gaze upon the slaughter of the human race. Thus the angels decided to aid the humans, giving them weapons forged in the holy holy fires of heaven. One of these swords were named Aegis: the protector.
How Uraziel/Damian came to possess these two swords is shrouded in mystery, however it has been told that in a time long ago when he was summoned by a powerful mage he stumbled across the two blades in a ruined temple to and ancient God of Abaddon.Feeling their power he stole them and have held onto them ever since.
He also has taken a liking in modern weaponry, keeping two guns specifically made for dealing with the supernatural and thus holds a various of different bullets - as well as packing quite the punch - close to him at all time.
Interestingly he doesn’t appear to carry any weapons on him, often to much laughter from the ignorant individuals, however through his ability “Rift” he keeps them safely locked away in another dimension, able to call them forth whenever they are needed.
Furthermore Uraziel/Damian holds a great knowledge in the arts of martial arts to such an extent that he can quickly and smoothly adapt his fighting style to fit whatever situation he is in.
Personality: Uraziel/Damian has quite the character, while he usually appears rather normal - though a bit to the jokingly and annoying side, but he is basically a friendly individual. He loves to fool around and do all sorts of daring acts - if you want to do some stupid, life-threatening and action-packed adventure, he is the guy to go to. At first he seems nice and open towards anyone, gladly speaking to new individuals that approach him, but if you observe him over a longer amount of time you might just start to get small taste of his real character.
Uraziel is a demon, and as so he is naturally wicked. He finds pleasure in other beings’ suffering and spilling blood is the most fulfilling, blissful feeling he can ever imagine. He loves to create dark puzzles, somehow finding great amusement in tricking and playing with ‘lesser’ life-forms. To aid him in this is his natural brilliance: Uraziel/Damian is the definition of ‘genius’. He can quickly assess a situation and value the different options and aspects of it - something that both helps him in fights, but also tricking those around him. Sadly he has a big ego, often seeing himself as the true ruler and God of the world (a notion that is, of course, completely rubbish, and he has been proven wrong many times - often with grave consequences), and because of this he has often gotten into trouble whenever he has let his tongue brag a bit too much for him. This added on to his energetic, joking, tricking and wicked character and you got yourself a recipe for disaster. Whoever summons the demon known in the old documents as “Uraziel“ only wants destruction.
History: “You know,” his icy voice cut through the cold night air, “I don’t know how old I am, where I was born or by whom. I was simply… ‘made’”. Uraziel grinned for a short while, almost as he recalled a funny memory. “However I do know that I have lived for a long time. I remember when the humans were infants, when the werewolves and vampires came to be - I even remember what sort of wine Aristotle liked and what kind of girls King Solomon liked”. At this last comment Uraziel grinned wider, “yeah, those were the good times… Anyway, what was I getting to? Oh yes! I do not recall how I came to be, just that I did - first there was nothing and then - boom! - I came to be and the Heavens shook in fear from my immense powers!” As the words erupted from his mouth another wicked grin carved its way into his face, the mere memory of his past deeds filled him with a deep sense of satisfaction.
“But, you know,” he continued after his grin had subdued a bit, “I clearly remember one of my first ‘masters’ - oh he was a clever one; one of the first in his culture to unlock the secret to summoning those creatures from another dimension - and of course he chose the greatest, the biggest and the baddest: Me! ‘Uraziel the Great’!”. His laughter echoed through the dark side-alley before he opened his mouth to continue his story; “Of course he summoned me out of personal gain - not that I cared much, in fact it was pretty great: I could kill and slaughter my way through his enemies, bathing in their blood and ripping their bodies apart”. The memories sent a shiver down his spine from pure pleasure, those were some of the best times he had experienced.
“Of course it didn’t last though” he added after a brief laughter, “all great men must bow down to the death of time - and so my first master was slain after a few decades - and to be honest it was a blessing to get back to the demon realm, you see, us demons start to get…. itchy from being in the human dimension for too long, after all we do not belong here, and after some time our souls will start to pull us back”. Uraziel ran his hand through his dark hair before continuing his story, the night had truly started to take its strength over London’s streets, its cold touch held the citizens in a tight grip, whispering of the horrors that happened once it had taken control over the city.
“Anyway, after that a few centuries went past before another of these stupid humans summoned me, once again it was for personal gains - and once again I was allowed to carve a bloody path through the pages of history”. His wicked grin had returned at the thought of all the bodies he had been able to rip apart - those were the days, but the sight of his listener’s shocked eyes drew him back to reality. “This trend continued for some millenia, I was summoned and sent back once my time was over, but every time I was brought down to Earth the world had changed, I jumped through time, only experiencing short periods here and there and-...”, he stopped himself before he continued, “well” he said after a short pause, “and now I am here, in this sick and corrupt world - summoned to this God forsaken town by Him...”
Uraziel sighed and sucked the last smoke from the cigarette he had been smoking for the last half hour, the streets had started to show the pulse of life now - he had lost track of time, hell he had lost track of his mouth, perhaps he should kill this poor guy who had been awestruck by his life’s story. Why had he told him anyway? Or right, it had all started out with a bit of chit chat over a smoke, and then just escalated from there.
It really didn’t matter much, even if this guy knew his story, he most likely wouldn’t be believed if he told it; a demon who had seen millenia go by, here in London, today, waiting for his chance to slaughter his way through the underworld. Yea right, not likely. But man, all that speaking had really made his mouth dry..
“Now that is enough storytelling, now where was this bar you were talking about?"
Update: I am almost done with the character I have in mind, I do apologize for the wait - hopefully I will be able to send you the draft I have tonight or tomorrow.
Sounds like an interesting idea - so here's my interest-notice ^^
I have an idea about a demon, but just wondering: how old can demons be? Ancient? Or?
Also I have an idea for a magic-idea - I will pm you it as soon as I have flushed it out.
I have an idea about a demon, but just wondering: how old can demons be? Ancient? Or?
Also I have an idea for a magic-idea - I will pm you it as soon as I have flushed it out.
Freshened up my character a little, nothing major - I just elaborated on his history and added some additional information at the bottom.
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