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Current Hey y'all. I am about to start working on a webcomic and try to draw for a living now.
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Oh no. The World Ending library has started to smell of lemon again. Nobody likes dying to the smell of citrus
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Character you have created: Johan “Rune” Falk
Alias: Runes. The Wandering Hand. The Kings Consort
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): #99ebff
Character Alignment:Hero
Identity: Johan Falk
Character Personality:
Johan is a straight shooter at heart. He will not bullshit you if he doesn’t have to. He doesn’t make excuses, and he does not waver in his conviction. He is a gentle soul however, he just hides it behind a gruff, cynical shell. He carries tremendous pain from his failures, and is often forced to take solace in the company of others. His relationship with Nêuvan is a fickle one, as the King is not mortal and do perceive things the way a human does. While his love for Johan is real, it is not monogamous and it leaves Johan to seek company elsewhere.

Uniform/costume:



Johan dresses casual at all time. He wears what is sturdy and comfy, but always put on his black wool coot regardless of the weather. His beard is magnificent, his eyes the coldest blue. He looks like a modern day Viking in pretty much every regard aside his clothing.

Origin Info/Details:
A archeologist with personal demons and a list of tragedies behind him, Johan was consumed by his work. He was on the heels of a great discovery that so far had cost him everything. He had found evidence of the Vikings coming in contact with something otherwordly. To Johan who was one of the few who still believed in the Aesir, this was the confirmation he craved. In his research, he stumbled upon the art of Runemagic and found it not only fascinating but actually usefull. He began experimenting, using runes to draw upon arcane magic, like those priests of old. In his research, he came across the next clue to the Vikings mysterius ally.

His travels took him from Uppsala in Sweden, to the Northern most point of the Norwegian mountains. There he discovered a old abandoned temple not alike anything else he ever encountered. Instead of being dedicated to Odin, Thor or similair, it seemed to dedicated to something else entirely. Its insides were rimmed with permafrost, it's floor was smooth and carved out of the very mountain itself.

There he found a lone Runestone, larger then any he ever seen. And before lay what looked like a giant human skull. He had found a temple dedicated to the Joten. The Giants of Frost. Shocked by his discovery, he didn't know the earie glow of the walls around him. As he left in a hurry to report his findings, something stirred deeper inside the temple.

Outside a blizzard had arrived seemingly out of nowhere and it stranded the young archeologist. That's when he first heard it. The sound of a giant. Turning around, he stood face to knee with a massive humanoid. To this day he have no idea how he survived. Somehow, the runes he had sewn into his coat flared up with power from being in proximity of one of the old enemies of all Aesir. The battle was drawn out, the Giant toying with him. But in a bout of desperation he carved the rune for might into his palms. Saying the words of power to open the rune to the arcane stream, he was filled with power beyond comprehension. He slayed the giant somehow, he was to drunk on power to remember. But the giant had no arrived alone. The Joten came as massive, lumbering shadows within the blizzar. Their eyes full of cold, gleefull murder. In fear for his life he ran back inside the temple, only to find a secret entrence had opened. Having no choice but to go down the dark and unknown, he came upon a meadow and another world entirely. In it stood a creature so beutyfull he almost wept.

IT was the King of Elves, who had followed his exploits. He offered the young man clemency and education in the art of rune magic. In turn, he asked only that the human would follow him to his palace, and be loyal to him. In time, this loyalty became reverence and respect, which turned into a spark of mutual love. Over the course of ten years, Johan became a runemage of skill and reputation. He was also spoken about in hushed tones as the "Mortal lover" of their beloved king. Envy drove more then one challenger to Johans doorstep, and he bested them all. His prowess would net him the title "Kings Champion" and he began to represent the King outside the palace.

The day came where his King grew more distant, being a fickle creature. After it became to much to bare, Johan asked to be returned to his own realm. He was allowed passage home on the condition that he remained the Kings Champion, and became his Voice to the expatriats who chose to live amongst mortals instead of their fellow kin.

Hero Type (Select one):(Supernatural) Magician
Power Level (Select one below): City/World
Powers (Be Specific):
Runemage;
Being a runemage, he draws upon the power of the Arcane Stream trough talismans and words of power. His body is a conduit for his magic thanks the runes carved into his back. Trough them he can tap and fill whatever runic binding he has in hand. Notably his spear; Jutenbane and his coat.

Kings Voice; A gift given to him by Neuvean. When he speak elvish, he can compel creatures bound to his Kings realm to comply and follow his orders.

Magical Coat: His coat is embroidered from top to toe with runes. Due to the overspill of his magic, the coat is always at least a little charged. Fully powered, it protects him passively from any scrying, targeted spells and the like. At low power, it simply muddles those who try to divine his location.

Jutenbane A enchanted spear that can allegedly pierce any armor, veil or protection when “powered up”.

Runic Might During moments of extreme danger, Rune has the ability to draw upon the stream to a dangerous extent. He becomes superboosted and all his magic is increased thusandfold. In this state he becomes one of the most powerfull magicians in all the realms. Sadly, he can only maintain it for less then 15 minutes before the magic would consume his body. Just pushing ten minutes of it is enough to leave him comatose for a day.


Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort:
Agility:Human
Intelligence: High, still human
Fighting Skill: He can put up a decent fight with his spear, due to his time with the Northern Fae. But there are many better fighters out there. He relies on his magic rather then anything more brutish.

Resources: Extensive. Being the lover and chosen Champion of the King of All Elves has it’s perks.
Weaknesses: For all intents and purposes, he is human.
Supporting:

Loiusa Falk; His younger sister. Firey, angry and the best cook he ever met.

Nêuvean Winterborn, The King of All Elves: The king of Alfheim rules the Nordic contingent of elves, and hold domain of pretty much all of Scandinavias’s trolls, elves, gnomes and other such creatures. He is the one who saved Rune from death, and who has protected and cared for him as the former grew acclimated. The two are lovers, a bond that persist even as Johan Traverse the mortal realm.

Josephine Hildebrand; A rival magician who detest Johan for taking “shortcuts” and becoming the Kings consort. Hildebrand herself is a necromancer, and a good one at that. She isn’t evil, but her position as a mage for hire makes her a far cry from being “Good”.
Humir; The prince’s exiled brother. Despises humanity as a whole, despises Rune in particular.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Duuude IT’S A ME, HELLIS
I think you mean "G.O.A.T"
but I'll take it!
@nitemare shape

I have a charachter for you to approve~~
Aho Good to know

I think I will stick with three

(For like, 2 more days)
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Becouse 3 is a magic number



Character you have created: Johan “Rune” Falk
Alias: Runes. The Wandering Hand. The Kings Consort
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): #99ebff
Character Alignment:Hero
Identity: Johan Falk
Character Personality:
Johan is a straight shooter at heart. He will not bullshit you if he doesn’t have to. He doesn’t make excuses, and he does not waver in his conviction. He is a gentle soul however, he just hides it behind a gruff, cynical shell. He carries tremendous pain from his failures, and is often forced to take solace in the company of others. His relationship with Nêuvan is a fickle one, as the King is not mortal and do perceive things the way a human does. While his love for Johan is real, it is not monogamous and it leaves Johan to seek company elsewhere.

Uniform/costume:



Johan dresses casual at all time. He wears what is sturdy and comfy, but always put on his black wool coot regardless of the weather. His beard is magnificent, his eyes the coldest blue. He looks like a modern day Viking in pretty much every regard aside his clothing.

Origin Info/Details:
A archeologist with personal demons and a list of tragedies behind him, Johan was consumed by his work. He was on the heels of a great discovery that so far had cost him everything. He had found evidence of the Vikings coming in contact with something otherwordly. To Johan who was one of the few who still believed in the Aesir, this was the confirmation he craved. In his research, he stumbled upon the art of Runemagic and found it not only fascinating but actually usefull. He began experimenting, using runes to draw upon arcane magic, like those priests of old. In his research, he came across the next clue to the Vikings mysterius ally.

His travels took him from Uppsala in Sweden, to the Northern most point of the Norwegian mountains. There he discovered a old abandoned temple not alike anything else he ever encountered. Instead of being dedicated to Odin, Thor or similair, it seemed to dedicated to something else entirely. Its insides were rimmed with permafrost, it's floor was smooth and carved out of the very mountain itself.

There he found a lone Runestone, larger then any he ever seen. And before lay what looked like a giant human skull. He had found a temple dedicated to the Joten. The Giants of Frost. Shocked by his discovery, he didn't know the earie glow of the walls around him. As he left in a hurry to report his findings, something stirred deeper inside the temple.

Outside a blizzard had arrived seemingly out of nowhere and it stranded the young archeologist. That's when he first heard it. The sound of a giant. Turning around, he stood face to knee with a massive humanoid. To this day he have no idea how he survived. Somehow, the runes he had sewn into his coat flared up with power from being in proximity of one of the old enemies of all Aesir. The battle was drawn out, the Giant toying with him. But in a bout of desperation he carved the rune for might into his palms. Saying the words of power to open the rune to the arcane stream, he was filled with power beyond comprehension. He slayed the giant somehow, he was to drunk on power to remember. But the giant had no arrived alone. The Joten came as massive, lumbering shadows within the blizzar. Their eyes full of cold, gleefull murder. In fear for his life he ran back inside the temple, only to find a secret entrence had opened. Having no choice but to go down the dark and unknown, he came upon a meadow and another world entirely. In it stood a creature so beutyfull he almost wept.

IT was the King of Elves, who had followed his exploits. He offered the young man clemency and education in the art of rune magic. In turn, he asked only that the human would follow him to his palace, and be loyal to him. In time, this loyalty became reverence and respect, which turned into a spark of mutual love. Over the course of ten years, Johan became a runemage of skill and reputation. He was also spoken about in hushed tones as the "Mortal lover" of their beloved king. Envy drove more then one challenger to Johans doorstep, and he bested them all. His prowess would net him the title "Kings Champion" and he began to represent the King outside the palace.

The day came where his King grew more distant, being a fickle creature. After it became to much to bare, Johan asked to be returned to his own realm. He was allowed passage home on the condition that he remained the Kings Champion, and became his Voice to the expatriats who chose to live amongst mortals instead of their fellow kin.

Hero Type (Select one):(Supernatural) Magician
Power Level (Select one below): City/World
Powers (Be Specific):
Runemage;
Being a runemage, he draws upon the power of the Arcane Stream trough talismans and words of power. His body is a conduit for his magic thanks the runes carved into his back. Trough them he can tap and fill whatever runic binding he has in hand. Notably his spear; Jutenbane and his coat.

Kings Voice; A gift given to him by Neuvean. When he speak elvish, he can compel creatures bound to his Kings realm to comply and follow his orders.

Magical Coat: His coat is embroidered from top to toe with runes. Due to the overspill of his magic, the coat is always at least a little charged. Fully powered, it protects him passively from any scrying, targeted spells and the like. At low power, it simply muddles those who try to divine his location.

Jutenbane A enchanted spear that can allegedly pierce any armor, veil or protection when “powered up”.

Runic Might During moments of extreme danger, Rune has the ability to draw upon the stream to a dangerous extent. He becomes superboosted and all his magic is increased thusandfold. In this state he becomes one of the most powerfull magicians in all the realms. Sadly, he can only maintain it for less then 15 minutes before the magic would consume his body. Just pushing ten minutes of it is enough to leave him comatose for a day.


Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort:
Agility:Human
Intelligence: High, still human
Fighting Skill: He can put up a decent fight with his spear, due to his time with the Northern Fae. But there are many better fighters out there. He relies on his magic rather then anything more brutish.

Resources: Extensive. Being the lover and chosen Champion of the King of All Elves has it’s perks.
Weaknesses: For all intents and purposes, he is human.
Supporting:

Loiusa Falk; His younger sister. Firey, angry and the best cook he ever met.

Nêuvean Winterborn, The King of All Elves: The king of Alfheim rules the Nordic contingent of elves, and hold domain of pretty much all of Scandinavias’s trolls, elves, gnomes and other such creatures. He is the one who saved Rune from death, and who has protected and cared for him as the former grew acclimated. The two are lovers, a bond that persist even as Johan Traverse the mortal realm.

Josephine Hildebrand; A rival magician who detest Johan for taking “shortcuts” and becoming the Kings consort. Hildebrand herself is a necromancer, and a good one at that. She isn’t evil, but her position as a mage for hire makes her a far cry from being “Good”.
Humir; The prince’s exiled brother. Despises humanity as a whole, despises Rune in particular.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Duuude IT’S A ME, HELLIS

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"Home's where the guns are"

The outskirts of the ghetto yielded a shady but quiet territory, a place almost hidden away from the rest of the world. Rundown houses functioned as drug dens in the past but now laid vacant due to better and more fruitful spots. Graffiti on the old, crumbled concrete walls painted a picture of both obscenitets and skill with street art meeting the mindless rambling of hoodlums with too much time on their hands. Large patches of grass had begun to bore itself through the tiles now scattered across the dirt stretching a distance over the ground, hinting at the age of this location. The silence and appearance of a ghost town would perhaps scare some visitors from the spot but to Milo and his young friend James, it fit like a hand in a glove. No one ever came here, there was no reason to, and thus it acted as the perfect hideout.

As the cab continued deeper into this abandoned part of town, a rather picturesque sight unfolded for the three within. Not exactly pretty or astounding in any particular way, this ghost town would give off a scene of serenity if nothing else. A scene of calm. Beyond the warring gangs and savage cruelty of humanity laid a diamond in the rough, a forgotten glade where one could sleep with both eyes closed within the confines of a safe house. "Here we are!" Breaking through the silence, James' bright smile met Kaya as he motioned towards a set of stone stairs licking the side of an old building. "It's just down there, our little den." He chuckled, opening the door to the cab as he stepped outside with Milo close behind.

"You weren't kidding. It's a fixer upper All right. "
Cabbie spoke with mocking reverence. "Beats living in a cab thoughthough." She noted with a chuckle. To her this was a stroke of absolute luck. She Han been driving around with a cab full of guns. It was a small small miracle police hadn't stopped and searched her car as it was. Now that she had a place to stash her stuff, she went back to her cab to pop the trunk. Inside there was a massive duffer bag, and as she picked it up with some effort, the unmistaken sound of gunmetal clinking together could be heard. Slinging it onto her shoulder she followed the two others back to their then. "You two got electricity? Otherwise I know a guy..."

"Yup! This building doesn't really have enough to charge the whole thing but it has enough for the room down there." James motioned towards the stairs once more before he started down the steps. "It's not big, but at least it's warm and most of all, safe." He finished, sliding a key into the lock. "The walls are thick, the door's made of solid metal and best of all..." He grinned, opening the door to finally allow them access. "We have the internet." A chuckle left his lips as James and Milo entered their home. Previously used as a basement, the two hadn't done too much to make it very comfortable beyond a bunk bed and what appeared to be a collection of screens and computers in one of the four corners. Despite the inital description however, the basement was rather large given the cirucmstances and would easily house five people without an issue.

"I'm crashing..." Milo yawned, rubbing his eyes as he dropped onto the bottom bunk bed.

"There's a sofa over there, next to the heater. You can sleep there if you'd like. We'll try to get you a bed when we have time. Over there's the bathroom. They actually ahd enough sense to build one down here. There's one shower and toilet." James placed the pizza carton on a small table next to the couch. "We have a small fridge over there but it's nothing to praise." The young man laughed, scratching the back of his head as he turned on one of the four screens by the wall.

"Damn. You guys got alot more here then I expected for a run down crackden." She said as she deposited her duffle bag on the only table she could find. "You guys ever fired a gun?"

"Yeah, Milo hates them, though." James motioned towards the boy who appeared to be fast asleep on the soft mattress, holding onto his sheathed blade as if his life depended on it. "He just runs around with that." Allowing his fingers to dance across the keyboard, several numbers and boxes appeared on the screen before camera feeds started to show. "I've fired a guy a few times but mostly, I just sit here and provide Milo with information. I'm not exactly a field operative." Pointing at the screen, he turned to look at Kaya before his eyes returned to the camera feeds. "These are street cameras, allows us to see quite a lot of what's happening up there."

"This must have cost a bunch to set up. I am impressed. We really gotta rig you a proper electric grid though. Backup and the like. And clean the place up. We got the space to set up a proper HQ here." She said with a nod, looking over his shoulder at the screens while she picked apart a nine millimeter pistol and cleaned every part methodically.

"The bad guys paid for it!" Given their line of work, James and Milo didn't exactly get paid in legal means. They had to get what money they could manage and most of the time drug lords and ring leaders possessed a lot of bills in their pockets. "Hey, all of your additions are welcome!" James pitched in, a usual bright smile appearing on his face. "Before Milo met me, I was new to all of this. I got involved with some bad people and well, he ended up saving me. Milo's not exactly....well...human? I mean, he's human but he's not really like us, I guess. Shit, how am I supposed to explain this? Uhm...alright, to not make it sound like complete insanity...he was created to be a weapon." Tapping his chin, James turned his sights to Milo who was still sleeping deeply. The bullets to his skull had taken a toll on him and he'd need the rest. "He's not fifteen like you thought at the restaurant. He's actually thirty two. Yeah, he doesn't look it, does he?" James chukled once more, crossing his arms as he leaned back on his computer chair. "He regenerates."

"Oh." She frowned. "Well shit." She looked at Milo. "Explains the no talking part. If I was stuck in puberty, I'd never talk again." She said as she put down the now once more assembled nine millimeter and picked up a Israeli Uzi, doing the same procedure with it as the gun.

"Human weapon huh? Explains what I saw him pull off." She said. "Shit aint right, experimenting on kids."
She said the last part with noticable venom in her voice. "If you ever gonna hit the fuckers that did it to him. I'll back you up."[/color]

"Heh, thanks for the offer, Kaya." James responded, placing his feet on the desk, besides the keyboard. "I don't know if it's a plus or not, or if it makes it better or worse, but the reason why I said that he's not exactly human is because he's technically artifical. He was never born." Tapping his biceps with his fingers, the young man continued as he asbentmindedly gazed upont he screen. "The way you see him now is the same way he looked the day he was created. Though, don't worry about the no talking part. He talks more once he warms up to you. He might have been created to be a killing machine but he's still a person. Milo can actually be really...sweet, I guess." Lowering his feet to the ground, James walked over to a sink attached to the wall, filling up a glass placed on the metallic surface. "Once he gets to know you, you might even get a hug." James laughed, shaking his head softly. "The guy's fulll of surprises. But one thing's for sure. He'll always have your back. Speaking of what he pulled off, though...what about you? You're obviously military."

"10 plus years in the military" She said as she put down the uzi and started on what looked to be a SWAT issue Heckler and Koch. "I served in special forces for most of it. But things went south when we went to Burma. We were there to dispose of some people aiming to overthrow the fledgling democracy. We got ambushed and my... gift surfaced. Turns out I have some sort of connection with this supernatural force." She shrugge. "I know jack shit about its purpose, all I know is that I left the military to come home and look for answer." She put the gun down, it wasn't fully assembled yet, unlike the other two. Her hands gripped the edge of the table until her knuckled whitened. "Only to find my old hood be run by fucking Triads. Everyone of my friend were dead, my parents to. 15 years is a long time to be gone. And it is more then enough time to lose everything you have."[/color]

"Shit, that's rough..." James offered, leaning against the wall as his fingers gripped the glass of cold water. Kaya's story obviously prevented him from drinking, his mind travelling elsewhere. "Milo and I are all the family we have, really. We've been together for a few years now. Heh, I guess you could say he's like a brother to me." A soft smile crept across the young man's lips. "We've been running the hero gig ever since we met, though we've yet to run into the Triad. Until today, that is." Finally downing the water, James placed the empty glass next to the sink before taking a deep breath. "I believe I speak for the both of us when I say that Milo and I will happily help you out, Kaya. Taking on the Triad is probably a difficult task. You'll need all the help you can get. Concerning your power...My only power is hacking shit on a computer. Milo's the one you want to talk to about those things." With a bright smile returning to his face, James placed his hands by his hips and appeared to have regained spirits previously lost in response to Kaya's story. "You're no longer running solo! Milo and I will be with you on this!"

"What a trio we make huh" She spoke with a soft suckle before running a hand trough her thick tresses. "Triads are not to fuck with. I have been hitting them randomly, avoiding a pattern. But I am not as much as denting their operations. That is about to change."[/color] She grinned at James. "Think you can get into the Dock Unions servers?"

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