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The Guardians of Dara (Sheets)

Character Sheet
Name: Seeker Reeds
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Description:

A man of small stature standing at roughly 5'6, he has striking green eyes in contrast to his light tan skin tone, and dark black, shoulder length hair. From just bellow his cheek bone down the rest of his body he has many sigils spiraling from one another, these are called Ponos in his native tongue, meaning 'mark of a man'. He is lean, not quite skinny and he always wears his silver and gold bracelets he was found with as a child.

Skillset

As an orphan Seeker strove to be one of the best hunters in his age group and his tracking skills are unmatched. Him being raised my the medicine woman of his tribe gave him a wide knowledge of natural plants and herbal remedies, though as a boy he was taunted for his knowledge, now it may be one of his biggest assets in his poison making. He's extremely accurate with his throwing hatchet and is skilled in swordsmanship, though he prefers a dagger or cutlass to a broadsword. Seeker also has a quick tongue, though he's no peacemaker, he's talked himself out of many a close situation. What he lacks in raw strength he makes up for in speed, and hes proved many a time that not always the strongest combatant is the victor.

Far Ancestry:

Seeker was found as and infant near a small river close to his tribe, stories say his mother was a barbaric woman who fell in love with one of the warrior chiefs of a neighboring tribe named Nosuph Strongbird. As legend has it Nosuph was the last of a long bloodline of mighty warrior said to be able to kill 3 men in a single blow, and rip flesh apart with there teeth, as a boy he was found clutching a deer to his chest after he had ripped it apart savagely, so the story goes. After his fathers tribe found out of his betrayal in laying with an outlander they cast the two into exile and barred them from ever coming back to his tribe.

Along the route to Shinn, a small town on the cost of the state, his mother and father were attacked. They say the bodies of the attackers were never found, the only remnants of the fight was the corpse of his mother unwounded, and a trail of blood into the woods nearby. Its said a huge beast came from the woods and swallowed the men whole and took the baby to a tribe just near the woods. Found rapped inside the blanket he was in, was two bracelets covered in runes. Seeker doesn't believe the stories of his mighty warrior heritage or the stories of how his father was found.

Character History:

After his right of passage Seeker moved away from his tribe to pursue life as an apothecary in Dara, though the business tanked and he was forced to start taking contracts for money, he soon became one of the best assassins in the city. When the time came, he eventually was thrown into the fight with Pykas and proved to be good at his profession, killing with a fire in his eyes. After the conflict he went back to his work and went into solitude for nearly 10 years until he finally reemerged in Dara looking for a small haven of peace. For the past few years he's been doing random jobs trying to keep himself busy, trying to keep the fire out of his eyes. As those years in solitude went by he felt the need to kill was more prevalent than ever before. He now sits in the head seat of the Assassins Guild in Dara, trying to keep his hands clean while learning the politics of the city, though when your an assassin that seemed to never pan out.

Psychological Profile:

He has a very short temper and rarely ever smiles though when he does it reaches from ear to ear. As he grows older his bloodlust seems to be getting more and more apparent and after his encounter with Cyrabassis he fears one day he wont be able to control it. His humor could be best described as cruel and he tends to be an 'actions speak for all' kind of person. He's no genius but he isn't an idiot either he's extremely skilled with a gold coin and over the years has developed many connections in the city.

Equipment:

He always carries his poison belt and hatchet on him, and he is seldom found without a sword or dagger, though he normally carries a small dagger strapped to his boot leg. The two bracelets he wears are dormant, and he's usually wearing black garb. He normally doesn't carry much more than that on him at any time, except his coin pursed tucked under his jacket.

Titles/Holdings/Power Base:

Leader of the Assassins guild, owns a small villa on the edge of the city with only one female servant named Fleens. He could only at best call a handful of skilled assassins to his aid and even then that would be a rare case. He is also know for his potent potions and they've been know to save many an important persons life.

Relationships

TBD.

I many edit some of bits like the relationship portion. And if anything needs to be fixed let me know xD

The Guardians of Dara

Just got acess to a computer so i can get this CS done hopefully have it by tonight no promise though if not deff by tomarrow. XD

The Guardians of Dara

I love the lore. Ill try to get a sheet up by tomarrow if its alright.

Dark Paradise (Supernatural Dystopian Future)

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Dark Paradise (Supernatural Dystopian Future)

Still here xd

The Paradigm Stone

Okay thanks anyway loli see the problems sorry for wasting your time mate... good luck with the rp it looks pretty awesome xD

The Paradigm Stone

CS

-Basic Info-
Name: Jacob Learly
Gender: Male
Age: 17 in appearance. 53 in reality
Alias: Nightfall

-Stats-

Height: 5'10
Weight: 190
Hair Color: Light Grey
Eye Color: Smokey Grey
Skin Tone: Pale
Body Type: Lean/Barely above skinny
Notable Features: Chilling to the touch. After his return from the afterlife, he awoke with a black line across the bridge of his nose and his eyelids. At the corners of his eyes the line breaks into 15 erratic lines all meeting at the back of his skull, from two inchs above and below his ear. Most of the time he wears his shaggy hair down to hide his ears and you'll rarely see him without one of his pairs of knockoff Ray-Bans.

-Psychological Profile-
Personality:Slightly insanely, humorous, most people tend to enjoy his company because of the outrageous outburst he is known for. Hes know for his stark honesty and loyalty to whats truly right, he prides himself on not being a backstabber like the rest of the world. Hes kind hearted and to trusting at times, though he almost never goes into a situation without knowing something about it.
Strengths: Hes not all the strong when it comes to lifting object but what he lacks in strength his ability makes up for in speed. His abilities are rather strong if he ever figures out how to truely use them in their entirety. His biggest strength would seem to be his Shadow technique though his Smoke style comes in a strong second. Hes no genius but hes been known for his mind games and trickery.
Weaknesses: Hes rather weak in terms of strength. His mental state sometimes throws him into a state of limbo that can seem like years yet may only be a matter of hours, seemingly at some of the worst times. He dosent have full control of his Shadow ability and it tends to be unstble and backfire on him. Any talk of his past seems to send him over the rail, hes open to telling people he trust his story but an outsider knowing anything of his previous life would drive him mad.
Fears: He fears his immortality, and he is deathly afraid of scientist and is very weary of trusting them for fear they would try to use him, scientists tend to ask to many questions for his taste.

-Power Points:
-Shadow Manipulation : 2
-Smoke Transformation: 3
-Wealth: 2
-Hideout: 1
-Melee: 2
-Stealth: 2
-Security: 2
-Speed: 1
-Public Identity-
Job: Shopowner
Home: Small underground bunker in the center of a lot in the middle of the city, a small store with many unusual items sits above his home as a cover, his store dosent tend to get many customers.
Wealth/Lifestyle: Does not tend to spend much money. Though his shop was once rather popular the business itself needs a redesign hes just never got around to it.
Clothing Style: He almost always dresses in a distiguished way, he often wears vests with a bowtie and slacks, he likes to dress as he did when he was alive.
Friends/Relationships:Many powerful people know him, hes often called when something valuable needed stealing or someone needed to be dealt with swiftly and discretely.
Rivalries: Undecided
Public/Professional Goals: None
History: Jacob was born to wealthy parents, one night he wandered out in the dark at his parents cottage following a beautiful figure into the forests. As he followed her she slowly gew fainter and fainter, when he figured she was lost and just a product of his imagination. When he turned back he saw smoke over the hills near where his fathers cottage was, he ran back to find the cabin burnin and his younger brother and mother screaming inside. He then plunged into the fire in an attempt to save his family. As he ran through the cottage the flames burned his arms and legs. When he finally rounded the corner to find his brother and mothers already burning corpses, he realized to late that it was hopeless and as the flames devoured him he looked up and was hit in the face by a falling beam.
For years he floated in a limbo wandering through the nothingness of being bound to this world, alone. Then one day he woke up in a feild, naked fading in and out of reality. Controling his Shadow ability was his biggest difficulty in the beggining. He often hears the voice of the demon Barbatos and he speculates the only reason he has power is because of her influence on his life.

-Secret Identity-
Uniform:All grey robes
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Combat Method: Small daggers, smoke transformation,
Hench Men: 1 imp named Biff nearly always buy his side somewhere learking in the shadows or hiding in plane sight, hes not all that reliable and dosent have any loyalty to Jacob but more to Barbatos and only really seems to show any power in times of extreme crisis when Jacob is stuck in limbo. H e is also the only thing that know Jacob entirely. Everything.
Hideout: Bunker
Mode of Transportation: Smoke
Allies/Relationships: unestablished thus far
Nemesis: unestablished
Motivations/Goals: Ridding the world of injustice and money does tend to motivate him, he also strives for true companionship, everyone seems to die on him.
Supplies/Inventory: Small daggers, sunglasses, robes

-Paradigm Stone-
Paradigm Stone Appearance: Glove with grey smokey swirling jem in the center of the palm. All black with inticate carvings all over.
Personal Appearance Changes: his eyes turn all white except for the pupil, and the line on his face turns white as well.
Power/Ability Progression: He gains the ability to turn things into smoke with him, and he can enter the shadow world to go through anything. Also can use shadows to fight by animating them.
Power-Drunk Goals: Figuring out how to release Barbatos
Weakness: Fire, burning him might actually terrify him because he cant use his smoke in the same way because it takes much longer to figure out how to move the glove with him.
Withdraw Symptoms: Shadow ability dosent work, smoke is unstable.

The Paradigm Stone

There still room for another? I can more than likely have the CS by some time later today

Dark Paradise (Supernatural Dystopian Future)

Noah arrived at the tavern in M'alo a day and a half after he had received the message. The ride had wore on his patience, seeing as the message had been so urgent and so lucrative he had rode the whole way with only an hour or so sleep. The speculations he had of the city where not met, the small slice of our races display of thriving that his father had told him of as a child looked to be close to the opposite.
The city itself was still intact, the walls still stood and the farms on the horizon were not tourched or ransacked as far as Noah could tell. Though the demeanor in the eyes of even the children playing in the houses he past was that of a man on his last days. The cityfolk walked in the streets at night sluggishly, a portion one form of intoxicated or another. Noah could almost feel the towns worry, and it got him thinking.
What could the great city of M'alo be so afraid of? He felt as though the world may be changing a little, and maybe that wasnt all bad, but whatever was happening here was no change for a better cause. As he walked up the steps of the tavern he thought about the prosperity this city had gone through, and its downfall. Seeing this place for the first time, he couldnt help thinking of how his expectations had let him down.
The doors opened to the tavern as two severely drunk men walked down the stairs towards Noah pushing one another jokingly.
"She did not say any of that!" The man walking out first said, laughing pushing the door open with his back as he continued to talk to his friend. The man took two steps backwards not anticipating that it was only one step from the door to the first stair. His step met nothing but air and he began to tumble backwards nearly falling on Noah.
Noahs first reaction was to push the man back into his friend, using his left hand to counteract the mans weight slightly, but it was to late the man was already on his way down. A split second before the man knocked himself out on the steps Noah caught him on his back and slowed his fall. From the outsiders perspective the man had halted in midair and suddenly became parallel with the stairs. To Noah he had grabed the man by the head with one full hand and pulled up, while pushing at his flailing body with four fingers on his other hand not needing the thumb until the last secound before the mans heels nearly smashed into the second step down.
He then nodded at the man standing in the doorway, and passed him to enter the tavern, leaving the astonished pair where they had behind him. Noah was actually dissapointed in himself, he had used 9 fingers for most of the incident when on a normal day he would have been responsive enough to use the one hand. He couldnt wait to get this over with and climb into a nice bed.
The bartender approached him where he was sitting at the end of the bar. "What can I get you tonight boss?" He said broad smile spread across his face, laughing from his previous encounter.
Noah pulled the pack on his back up and reached into his sachel to find his Krell.
"Do you carry Moondraft? Brewed in Oden. Dark draft, rather strong..." He said wrapping his metal fingers around his coin purse, pulling it out.
The bartender thought for a moment put up a finger as to signal 'one moment' and ducked under the counter, coming back with a dark pint of ale and a mug. "Rather expensive cause of the import cost..." he said sliding the cup towards Noah. "Though im sure that wont be a problem huh boss?" He said looking at the lines on Noahs arms leading to his wrist, glancing at his hands winking.
Noah noded and put a silver coin on the counter.

Dark Paradise (Supernatural Dystopian Future)

The secound one is pretty much finished I was just doing a short intro to get started.