JJ Doe

The Spirits Within

Oh, no, it's perfectly fine! I'll go with summoning wild animals spirit/plants and having them tear our enemies apart. Thank you for the offer though!

The Spirits Within

True, very true. Actually, if I remember correctly (from previous thread's character concept) I believe the whole “sound” spirit was connected to his chronic hallucinatory psychosis (his auditory hallucinations). The voice idea came from having the sound spirit. *Edit: Can't believe I totally forgot this! In the original version, I actually had him interest in music (the "Kimberly loves... various realms of art" thing).

Originally I was actually going to have the Limit Break extreme healing (to the point that it can cure any incurable disease) in the expense of Kimberly’s life span, but the healing idea was already taken so I changed my idea instead.

“Call of the Wild” huh? That’s actually a good idea… hmm… I think I’ll add that to the first version. *Not so stealthily goes to change the CS* Thanks Prisk!

The Spirits Within

Hi Prisk, I hope your offer still stands.

Fuzzy

Name: Kimberly Rene “Fuzzy” Faye
Birthday: July 19th
Height: 1.99m
Appearance: Kimberly's appearance had always daunted those around him. Maybe it was his hollow dark eyes that observed the world with an intense glare so powerful that it might as well have the ability to disintegrate people with a simple glance. It might have been because his facial muscle was as flexible as granite, usually showing no other expression other than grouchy and a homicidal smile. Or maybe it was just because he was a giant. Something about him made little children cry, women take out their pepper spray, and keep the emergency line busy with calls pertaining to a suspicious individual. Kimberly has been questioned by the authorities, numerous times, on the basis that he looked like a(n): gang member, escaped criminal, terrorist, serial killer, and wild beast. Not many believed he was innocent on all counts.

His unkempt long wavy hair, initially grown in attempt to make himself invisible and less threatening, has been Kimberly's trademark; the reason why he would come to be known as “Fuzzy”. Now that he is capable of growing facial hair, Kimberly has a beard that his equally as long and untamed as his scalp hair, further cementing the name “Fuzzy”. Fortunately or unfortunately for him, Kimberly's family tend to play with his hair so often that it is not rare to find Kimberly walking around with braided hair and beard ornamented with hair clips and ribbons.

Ever since he joined the academy, Kimberly has maintained a muscular body so that he would be better equipped to protect and support his friends and remaining family members from the brutal world.

As for attire, Kimberly has never been picky. He would wear just about anything as long as he was comfortable in them: even if the clothing did not actually match or look good on him.

Personality: Despite the stoic-henchman looking appearance, Kimberly himself is a kindhearted innocuous gentleman who has trouble expressing himself. For those who have no idea what kind of person Kimberly is, he may appear phlegmatic or even impassive, but he is far from both. He is more loquacious in his mind than he is in reality and he is much more emotional than his face allows him to be. Mild emotions only appear like Kimberly feels nothing. Extreme emotions make Kimberly look like he is about to cast a curse on someone or has severe constipation. Any positive emotions make Kimberly present that infamous homicidal smile of his. Kimberly rarely gets angry, but once he is enraged, it is difficult to calm him down. If he ever hurts someone, Kimberly always ends up regretting what he had done, regardless of how justified it may have been.

Kimberly is honest, loyal, and values his friends and family more than anything in the world. He is usually cautious, but can be credulous when it comes to his friends and family: a trait he attained ever since Samuel believed Kimberly when no one else believed Kimberly's father was innocent of the murders.

While having a talent for sports, Kimberly is the most skilled as an artist. Influenced by his mother's side of the family, Kimberly loves nature and various realms of art. When there was still plenty of uncontaminated nature to spare, Kimberly would take walks or simply stare at the scenery as a pass time. Kimberly's current dream is to resurrect green parks so that his daughter and her children would be able to play in it like he did when he was younger.

Though Kimberly would claim that he is over the traumatic events of his childhood, ever since the suicide of his mother, Kimberly has been suffering from chronic hallucinatory psychosis. Symptoms include various sensory hallucinations, the most prominent symptom being auditory hallucinations, which can be either a harmless or terrifying experience for Kimberly. Kimberly is usually aware if what he experiences is a hallucination or not, but occasionally he cannot tell the difference between reality and imagination. Kimberly often hallucinates about a man named "Ghost", a cynical and sarcastic individual who does not always share the same opinion as Kimberly.

Biography: Kimberly was born as the only child between Lee Faye, an ex-convict, and Joyce Evette Appleberry, a photographer. Though they were not financially wealthy, the Faye family lived peacefully for the first three years of Kimberly's life. That was, until Kimberly's father was arrested for murders that he did not commit. For two years, Lee and Joyce tried to prove Lee's innocence. For two years Joyce and Kimberly were harassed by the media and those who were convinced Lee was the culprit. For two years they fought and failed. When Kimberly was five, Lee Faye was executed. A few days later, out of a moment's disappear, Joyce committed suicide. She had attempted to take her son with her, but Kimberly survived the whole ordeal.

Kimberly was sent to live with his heterodox grandparents, “Mrs.” Clair Appleberry and Mrs. Michaela Appleberry, in Helston. “Mrs.” Clair Appleberry, Kimberly's biological grandfather, actively worked as a botanist while her wife Michaela ran a coffeehouse. Moving to Helston was supposed to be the new beginning that Kimberly desperately needed, but unfortunately for him, everyone in Helston knew Kimberly as the son of a murder. Wherever he went, Kimberly was greeted with cold stares and whispers that he pretended not to hear. Rumors were what people knew of Kimberly. No one got close to him more than necessary and Kimberly kept his distance away from others. It would have stayed like this for the rest of Kimberly's life if he had not met Samuel. Samuel opened the world for Kimberly: he would go places he would never go to, do things he would have never done alone, and become friends with those who would have been simply acquaintances. Samuel's death devastated Kimberly, but like the others, he managed to move on.

In middle school Kimberly met his future wife, Nancy April Rose (a surprise even to his friends). Nancy entered the same academy as Kimberly, as a mechanic. Being extremely talented, and a year older than Kimberly, Nancy graduated before Kimberly did. However, she was forced to take maternity leave when she discovered that she was pregnant. After giving birth to a baby girl, Samuela Jolee Faye, Nancy worked as a mechanic for active military troops until she was found dead after a sudden attack by the abominations. Some say Nancy was just unlucky. The creature must have managed to slip deep into the facility without any soldier or security noticing. Some say she was murdered... by a human. Why else would only one mechanic be found dead in the middle of one of the best military facilities humanity had to offer, while everyone else in it were, for the most part, unharmed? Did a creature really breach the security? No one knows.

Since Kimberly's academy training often prevented him from going home, Samuela was usually under the Appleberry's care. Kimberly did try his best to spend time with his family as much as possible. When Kimberly was unable to go home for awhile, the Appleberry's visited the academy with Samuela to check on Kimberly and his friends.

Weapon: Kimberly is proficient in hand-to-hand combat. Since his fighting style requires direct contact with his enemies, during missions, Kimberly is covered in armor specialized for close combat from head to toe.

Limit Break: With his “roar” Kimberly’s limit break allows him to summon forth a spirit of a wild animal or plant to attack his enemies or to grant him the ability to transform into the beast which he summoned. This limit break, unfortunately, has a catch: Kimberly must give up something as payment. The more powerful the foe is, the higher the value of the payment must be. If he fails to make a satisfying payment, Kimberly will go berserk for a few minutes to a couple of days. Not even his allies are safe from him if this should happen.

Spirits:
Kimberly is naturally attuned to the spirits of (or related to) sound, plants, and animals.

The spirits are often used for...
Sound -Magic: Makes all sounds Kimberly produce undetectable for a few minutes.
Sound -Magic: Allows Kimberly to mimic other sounds.
Sound -Passive: Enhanced hearing.
Plant -Magic: Minor healing.
Earth -Enhancement: Increases defense for a few minutes as long as Kimberly and/or his target are touching the earth.
Sun -Passive: The presence of sunlight (and moon light, which is technically the sunlight reflecting off the moon) enhances Kimberly’s healing abilities.

Obviously I copied and pasted most of the stuff from the original thread. I believe I incorporated all the changes you made in this newer version, but I can be wrong. Please tell me what you want me to change. I also need help deciding what my character's Limit Break should be.

The Spirits Within

Wow! Prisk! You're back! Good to see you! I see you have changed somethings from the original The Spirits Within. I wish you luck on this one!

Emergence

Seeing I will be without internet for a few days, I went ahead and posted: don't want to make people wait too long. I apologize ahead of time if you think I took too much control of your character, Adjectives. Let me know if there's something you'd want me to change about it.

Aside from that, I believe Moon is working on a post as well. Hopefully the Order will crash the party soon

Emergence

The conversation between Sebastian and Pazel was abruptly cut short when an intoxicated boy stumbled his way over to the two, mumbling incoherent nonsense. Something about hunters getting a person or thing named Gran and he emerging from it. Was the kid attempting to summarize the story of Little Red Riding Hood or was he composing poetry about a phoenix emerging from the ashes? Pazel had no idea what the blonde was saying, but he did know this: there was no way this kid was 21 or older. “How old are you?” Pazel asked the second the young drunk finished his sentence. Surprisingly, the blonde, Matthew was his name, was apparently 18 years old. He looked barely 13, but Sebastian confirmed Matthew’s claims. Pazel had no choice, but to believe them. Had this been any other country, Pazel would have stopped pestering Matthew about his age, but this was the U.S. and the legal drinking age in all 50 states was 21. With how inebriated Matthew was, however, Pazel would have made Matthew stop drinking regardless of his age. “Why are people in this party allowing a teenager to get this drunk? I hope you didn’t drive here alone. Never mind. Come here Matthew.” Pazel passed his dessert plate to his aunt before guiding Matthew to a nearby chair. Once he managed to get Matthew seated, Pazel kneeled down to Matthew’s eye level. Pazel spoke slow enough to be sure the blonde could hear and understand what he was saying. “Stay here. I’m going to get you some water okay? If I’m lucky, I might find that pizza you wanted. It’ll probably be ridiculously fancy, but it’s still pizza.” Pazel stood up and looked to Sebastian, “I’ll be back as soon as I can, Mr. Jung.” Then he was off with Sophie close behind him.

Expecting the unexpected must be a prerequisite for working at this party; when Pazel asked if he could have a cup of water and whether or not pizza was on the menu, the staff took Pazel’s order, disappeared into the kitchen, and came back with a tray with a glass cup, a water jug filled with ice cold water, and a miniature pizza with expensive toppings sprinkled all over it. That was unbelievably fast. Not even refrigerated pizza could be prepared that fast. Maybe the staff members were having their own pizza party in the back. Pazel thanked the overworked staff before heading back to Matthew.

On his way back, Pazel bumped into a well dressed woman, an encounter which ended with some of the water jug’s contents to splash on to the woman. The woman, on the other hand, managed to save both of her drinks without spilling a single drop. The damage was nothing serious, but Pazel quickly apologized to the black haired woman. Accepting the handkerchief offered by Sophie, the woman wiped herself dry. From how carefully she dried her silver necklace, he began to worry if he had ruined something priceless. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart. No harm done.” She smiled at Pazel until they heard Beauregard call out. “Carmilla!” The woman called Carmilla turned to Sophie, holding up the handkerchief. “I’ll be sure to clean this and send it back to you.” Sophie shook her head. “No need.” Carmilla smiled once more, before walking away, towards Beauregard. When Beauregard opened his arms to welcome her, Carmilla dodged Beauregard entirely and headed straight towards a group of people who were waiting for her. “What’s the word youngsters use these days?” Sophie suddenly asked her brother. “Burned?” He offered. “Ah yes,” Sophie repeated. “Burned.”

Pazel watched Carmilla pass one of the drinks in her hand to a man, who Pazel recognized being the man who was yelling at Beauregard earlier. “That’s Carmilla’s husband, Croglin Vlad.” Beauregard informed Pazel.

“Wasn’t he yelling at you earlier?”
“Indeed he was. Aside from having an affair with Carmilla, going out with his mother, and taking his daughter’s virginity, he accused me of making his son gay. Which is ridiculous, because no one can make a heterosexual man gay. He was just in the closet.” While Pazel was at a loss for words, Beauregard continued. “I am very disappointed with Carmilla though. I thought we had something special. All those long nights together. The mind blowing sex. The sweet nothings we would say to each other. I said ‘I love you’ at least twice already and this is how she treats me? For shame.”

As fun as it was to watch his grandson’s dumbfounded face, Sophie’s expression was more accurate to what Beauregard was feeling: confused and worried. Beauregard exchanged body fluids and said “<I love you>” twice to Carmilla Vlad, yet she had completely evaded Beauregard. Impossible. Well, not impossible, but highly unlikely. There were ways around Beauregard’s “charms”, but the Carmilla Beauregard knew could not have met any of the requirements. Sophie turned towards Pazel. “Why don’t you go deliver that water and pizza?” Remembering his original quest, Pazel rushed back to Matthew with the tray.

After Gloria Anderson made her speech, the siblings watched the leader or representative of each family follow Gloria to the main attraction no one else would have the chance to participate in. Stealthily Beauregard fished out his smartphone to take a picture of Mr. and Mrs. Vlad before Croglin vanished with the others.

Click.

Emergence

@Doctor Belasco: Hmmm, seeing a week has passed, mind if I post before you?

@Adjectives: Oh, also, is it alright if I use Matthew for a split second to answer a question? I don't intend to control him, but for the sake of flow, I wanted him to tell Pazel his age so I can get Pazel moving. I wasn't going to make him do anything else (unless you count Pazel forcing him to sit down). If you'd rather me not, I can cut the post short and wait for your reply (or PM you of my post).

Emergence

Rosenkreuz is already at the party The real question is, how soon do we want hir target to die.

Emergence

OhmygodhowcouldyoudosuchaunspeakableandterriblethingtomeIwillneverforgiveyou!IdemandthatyousacrificeagoattoourgreatlordBabylios'chuaschuaghathisneverysinstant!

... I kid, of course :)

I personally did not think it was godmodding, so no worries at all!

Emergence

Pazel was stuffing his mouth full of sinfully delicious cheese cake when a familiar voice turned his head away from his plate towards Sebastian Jung. “Good to see you here. I had no idea you'd been invited! I recommend the truffles. Well, I recommend everything. Gloria always puts on a tremendous spread.” Pazel’s eyes widen in recognition. It was his counselor—…tutor—…professor? In all honesty, Pazel had no idea what Mr. Jung’s professional standing was in the University. As soon as his first academic semester began, Pazel was told that he was required to participate in private meetings with Mr. Jung. Considering his occasional academic struggles —who was he kidding, the presence of at least one failing grade each semester was as constant as the number of inches in a foot— Pazel believed that the University deemed him mentally retarded and decided that he needed all the help he could get. Even with a special counselor-teacher person and a graduate student tutor Pazel still failed some courses. Man. How in the world did he even get admitted into Anderson University? Not based on his SAT scores, that’s for sure. Maybe the private school did charity work.

Automatically, Pazel placed his fork onto the plate in his other hand, and firmly shook Mr. Jung’s open hand. He wanted to vocally respond to Mr. Jung, or at least give him a smile, but the contents in Pazel’s mouth prohibited him from doing either. Instead, Pazel made a few gestures and mumbling noises that made absolutely no sense. When Pazel discovered that he was possibly the worst person to play charades with, he pointed his index finger straight to ceiling. There was nothing on the ceiling, but Pazel’s hand remained in the same position while he attempted to quickly chew and swallow down the cake.

An awkward moment slowly inched its way by. With the exception of his jaw, Pazel was as still as a living statue and right behind him was his ever watchful Aunt Sophie, whose eyes narrowed at Sebastian. Without ever looking away, she passed a cup of water to Pazel when he started to cough from a piece of cake going down the wrong pipe. After thanking his aunt for the water, Pazel finally turned to Mr. Jung and gave him his best smile.

“Sorry about that Mr. Jung. I got kind of carried away with the sweets. You missed me orgasm over the chocolate truffles. Do you know where they get them? I need to know where they buy them… If you were talking about the fungus kind… well…” Pazel looked around his surrounding and leaned in to whisper. “Let’s just say I don’t know what all the fuss is about. Don’t get me wrong. The food was good. But I think truffles are over rated.” Pazel returned to his previous position and voice volume. “As for why I was invited… apparently for my Uncle to publicly humiliate his, or my, whole family.” Pazel turned to his aunt with a smile before she could restate her past comment. “I know that’s not what you meant. I’m just giving you a hard time.” He turned to Mr. Jung again. “As you can see, I’ve already succeeded in making some of the guests laugh at me. Oh and at my costume. Did you know there’s such things as a formal Halloween party---… Never mind, unless you dressed up as James Bond, you knew this was a formal party. You look dashing by the way.” Pazel tilted his head. “Actually. Why are you here Mr. Jung?” Suddenly Pazel’s caramel skin paled slightly. He took a few steps away from his counselor-tutor-teacher. “Don’t tell me you already got the results of my math test.”

Sophie’s eyebrow rose at the worried tone of voice. She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one leg. Her eyes demanded Sebastian to tell her that IF he had the results of Pazel’s math exam that she would know it. Now.