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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Don't mind me, nothing to see here, just stealing post #3500 :p

-Superhero RP- Act 1: The Rise of Omega.

Patience, grasshopper. Keia is preparing emergency plans as we speak, I'm sure he won't let this RP die in the case of Spencer's disappearance :p

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

That might just put him on bad terms with Coco (Geez, I never thought I'd say that line in such context xD)

State of Disarray (A Anthro optional State of Decay RP)

Oi Guys, can I make a character? :p

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

It's not really that fast, to be honest xD

-Superhero RP- Act 1: The Rise of Omega.

Father

Real Name:
Marcus Tasius

Aliases:
Father

Good or evil?:
Good, he struggles to aid whoever needs help in hopes of eventually soothing his many regrets.

Age:
He never mentions his age to anyone.

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Appearance Normal:


He wears these robes:


Appearance Superhero/villain:
Same as up there.

Rivals or Friends:
Mother: An old lover who lost herself to time. Nowadays he tries to gain her back... That is, whenever he remembers she exists.

Powers:
Immortality: Due to a ritual gone wrong, he gained immortality with a cost. He would never die of old age or lose mobility due to it, but his body would not hold up with the immortality, and it would keep aging up until he was a rotting corpse. Every time he's "killed", his body turns into dust. He stays gone until a happy, optimistic child walks the earth near his place of death.

- Clairaudience: Some empaths have displayed the ability to not only feel emotions, but also "hear" the heightened thoughts associated with that specific emotions. An example would be if an empath senses two spouses aiming a lot of hatred towards one another. The empath might get the echo of thought along with that emotion e.g "I cant believe he's cheating on me after all these years". However this is not to be confused with Telepathy. An empath can only get visionary "echoes" related to certain emotions. They can not read full memories.

- Empathic Healing: The empath simply takes the pain into themselves so the victim no longer feels that pain. The wound is actually never healed.

- Realm Travel: The power to travel between different realms after hours of meditation and chanting. He uses the power to travel between the Underworld and Earth, visiting old friends and family every time he arrives at the underworld. He can also research many things in the Underworld, though it takes time to get through the tons of books in the place.

- Magic: Is able to use magic, yet he hasn't actively used this ability in his life.

Weapons/equipments/items:
- Wooden Cross:


- Iron Wedding Rings:


Strengths:
- Immortal: He's been around for a long time and has a few times returned from Death's cold embrace.

- A master of the Arcane.

- Very wise and intelligent.

- He's felt enough pain for several lifetimes, so much pain in fact, that he's lost much feeling. Nothing short of breaking his bones will give him any physical distress.

- He's been around long enough to learn many skills. Most of them are hobbies such a sewing or drawing, but he's also learned some things from a few medics and psychologists.

Weaknesses:
- No wish to physically fight, as he is too peaceful and won't ever raise a fist, even if he's getting killed.

- Too empathic. Sometimes he will even try to help his enemies by applying first aid to them or making sure that they don't die or suffer unnecesarily.

Backstory/Personality:

Known to once be a Roman citizen under the reign of Emperor Trajan, he used to lead a normal life until he entered the world of the Occult. The details of the following two hundred years of his life are kept only to himself, but he's got no hesitation or problem talking about the time after that.

He travelled the Old world for centuries, was shunned by cities, watched by towns, and befriended by Chapels, parents and children across many countries. He healed those that needed his aid and spoke tothose that felt lonely. Yet his time in each vilalge and town was short, and when time passed and generations grew up and died, he would be remembered as a myth.

His life was calm, but sometimes scared people would join forces and attempt to take his life. Most of the attempts were succesful, if only for the fact the Father never fought back. Eventually, though, he'd come back to life once a happy children walked the earth near his place of death.

These days he has found a home in one of many poor districts in New Tokyo. He owns a small relic shop hidden in an alleyway and takes care of it. Though not many people visit, and sometimes he spends days without any sale, he happily keeps his relics clean. Some people are naturally afraid and avoidant of him, but most children have found him to be a nice friend.

Mass Effect: Let the Galaxy Burn

I apologize for the tardiness, I've been a witness to some drama the last two days which sucked creativity right out of me! I shall be updating the character to better fit this roleplay.

Edit: May I ask which characters are currently in the roleplay? Which are their specialties? Knowing those two little details will help me in my character's rewrite :p

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

A thin layer of white, bright and cold snow had settled onto the large gardens. Where there once were colourful flowers and green, soft grass, the white snow covered it all in a rather uniform manner. Some flowers had survived and had balled up and shriveled up somewhat as they tried to survive the harsh conditions. Near the old and overgrown cottage some of the vegetation had also survived. Even some grass peeked out from the snow, and flowers and vines lived comfortably in pots and on the walls, respectively.

Right next to the cottage's entrance and a burning, bright torch was a peculiar looking plant. Of course, this plant had some small amounts of snow on top of it as well, just like the others. With brown, abundant leaves standing on end, they seemed to follow a pattern which let the plant's leaves nearly form a perfect semi-circle. No movement came from the plant at any time, just like the flowers and vines near it.

"Hey, Shrub! Get outta there!"

At least, until a loud shout made it twitch.

Coco+Alaira

Slowly, Coco stretched out into a standing position, shaking somewhat to get rid of the snow coating her leaves and letting them flatten against her skin. She stood silently for a short moment, walking towards Alaira in a relaxed yet confident pace afterwards.

"Hey, Beast. Is it training time yet?" Coco asked, snapping her fingers once and tilting her head at the new spear Alaira was carrying. "Where did you get that? It's fine wood and very..." She sniffed at the air, "Clean smelling metal."

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Alaira didn't have to wait long for Coco to come out of the woodwork (heh). She wasn't sure how the girl did that, perfectly impersonate a bush. Hence, shrub. "Heh, not today." she answered. Coco held the distinction of being the only one able to refer to her by something like that without being forcibly fed their own spine, and boy did she abuse it. There it was again, that odd finger-snapping mannerism she was so fond of. She seemed curious about the weapon she had brought along, and for good reason. It was rare that she carried any weapon other than her iron lance.

"I made it..." she said as she inspected the head once again. She ran her finger along it, and seemed satisfied when she found a slight cut. with excellent dexterity, she flipped it around, offering the Haft to the plant. "Here, it's yours."

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"Aaaww..." Coco whispered softly, grabbing the spear and running her hands along it, nodding in satisfaction after she had lightly touched the metal point. "Gemstones, right? And some engravings..." She said, leaves twitching as she passed her fingers around the head again. "Leaves and vines."

Coco inclined her head up towards Alaira's and in a swift and strong movement, she pushed its blunt end into the cold dirt so that it'd stand as she released it and gave Alaira a friendly hug. "You didn't have to!"

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Alaira was a bit surprised when the little shrub rushed up and hugged her, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. She managed to get her off with some effort, and gave her a friendly pat on the head. "Sure I did! Why should I go out and buy a weapon that good when I can just make one?" She asked, though it was pretty much rhetorical. "Besides, you needed something to fight with, right? a piece of wood with a pointier piece of wood on it wasn't going to cut it forever." That much was true. Wood was ineffective at piercing the hides of over 3,213,098 creatures.

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"I guess not--But still! Didn't you have homework to do? Sergei sometimes sends a lot of homework without knowing it. How did you manage? Why would you spend so much time making something for me?" Coco asked, grabbing the spear again and slowly and continuously stroking the wooden shaft, as to better enjoy her new and second lifetime possession's texture.

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"Well, you're my friend aren't ya? Isn't that what friends do? Make each other expensive shit?" Alaira said. Come to think of it, she hadn't really had a friend since... Anyway, Coco. She asked about the homework, aw crap. "Well, uh... I didn't do it. yeah..." Alaira said. It might seem like Alaira wouldn't want to do it, but that wasn't the truth. She had trouble with most of it because simply couldn't read, and was too proud to embarass herself to ask for help. Sergei was quite fond of forms and papers, that's for sure. or so she thought, how would she know, she couldn't read.

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"Back home friends just share pollen.." She said quietly, before perking up at Alaira's confession. "I'm still on it! My progress is slow on that stuff... You know, having to ask the librarian to read the reports to me. Sometimes the person is busy or just doesn't feel up to help me. So, next time we should go together. That way, you don't forget like the silly Beast you are." Coco offered, lifting two fingers to her forehead and forking them out to signify horns.

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"Uh, yeah, okay..." Alaira said, as she made a mental note to avoid the library. Of course, not being able to read must not be as terrible as having no eyes. She couldn't imagine life without her eyesight. Now that she thought about it, Coco would never know how that gift looked. She even went out of her way to get green gemstones... Well, she seemed to like it at least, and the cosmetic enhancements only took about three man-hours.

Alaira laughed and gave Coco a slap on the back when she started teasing her. "Beats being a shrub!" she said. "Hey, you ever need that thing fixed, bring it back to me, alright?" with that, she realized she almost forgot to give her the other pieces. she took a minute to rummage through her bag. "Here, I got a belt with a loop to hold it, and a bag of Whetstones. You remember how to use those, right?" she asked as she handed Coco the objects.

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"Of course. I pay attention in training, Alaira." Coco mentioned with a short laugh-like sound, taking the objects. She wore the belt and used it right that instant, and the bag of whetstones she put in a small box next to the cottage's front door. "You know, I actually have to get going now. You know how it is, being a Foreas. I have to go around and catch up with the news, hopefully speak with a soldier or two." She stretched her hand towards Alaira and waited.

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Alaira smiled and took the plant's hand and gave it a nice firm shake. "alright, I'll see ya later. I gotta go see Angel." Alaira said as she turned to leave. "You take care of yourself, alright?" she said over her shoulder as she left the area.

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"Will do, you too!" Coco replied quickly before Alaira left her hearing range and vanished.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Hey Free, Coco's a valuable ally, if only for the fact that she gets around AND is able to tap into a huge vault of memories and experiences. If you need to know how to kill a kind of beast, there probably is a memory of it in the Tree (With the GMs approval of course. And with the exception of the Syphis.)

Otherwise, I imagine Coco and Alaira's training as something of two-three hours in the morning before classes. After that you have a whole afternoon for other things :p

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Personally, I won't do a summary. It leaves it open for future needs of the RP while also not putting an unnecessary burden on my post, as I plan to make it awesome :p