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We're still sorting some things for the role play out in the Interest Check and this person didn't know that before they posted. They have since found there way to were the conversation is being held but in the interest of keeping the RP organized I'd appreciate it if you could remove this Post.
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Well I'm a demon that's been forced to help you so I guess our crew is pretty diverse.
If people want to start submitting CSs here fof me to look at I think we're at that point.
If people want to start submitting CSs here fof me to look at I think we're at that point.
Thanks for compromising. It's not that I just want human it's that the moment I said there could be other creatures it seems everyone started to create vampires and werewolves and "The Prince of Hell" for gods sakes. I didn't want a team that was made up entirely of the people that we're trying to fight. A creature like a nymph or a dryad or faun or something would be perfectly fine because there not the people were currently hunting.
Try to keep away from evil/Chaotic creatures everyone, if you do create one just make sure that there is a reason why they are on the team.
I'm fine with whichever character you want to put up though if you go for the nymph I still do need your definition of Technomancy.
Try to keep away from evil/Chaotic creatures everyone, if you do create one just make sure that there is a reason why they are on the team.
I'm fine with whichever character you want to put up though if you go for the nymph I still do need your definition of Technomancy.
Since it's pretty clear the everyone is going for a supernatural character and leaving the regular humans behind I'm going to impose a limit on characters that are not human. That limit being three not including my character. Other human characters are allowed to have powers and abilities such as magic/witchcraft/rune crafting etc. though I think a few who don't would be a good idea as well, some strategic specialists or tech guys that sort of thing. The Supernatural characters will not be accepted on first come first serve. I'll look at them all and pick the ones that best suit the RP. Those that don't get accepted are free to create a human character.
Since there are several different forms of Technomancy could you define exactly the type that you are referring too?
Since there are several different forms of Technomancy could you define exactly the type that you are referring too?
This is my idea for magic, witchcraft being the ritualistic occult stuff is more or less performable by anyone with right knowledge. Some people have more of an aptitude for it but most people with the right training and materials can do it.
Then there is magic which is considered by most to purer than witchcraft. This requires that you be born with the ability and different mages will have different element based powers. Witchcraft is a little freer but it takes more time and training to use.
For angels I think I'd just go with the Supernatural style ones.
Then there is magic which is considered by most to purer than witchcraft. This requires that you be born with the ability and different mages will have different element based powers. Witchcraft is a little freer but it takes more time and training to use.
For angels I think I'd just go with the Supernatural style ones.
I honestly mean no offense when I say this but DUDE SCALE IT DOWN. The son of Satan would be considered a major player, that would be like asking to play a Knight of Hell. While the agency is okay with taking power where they can, mages, werewolves, vampires etc. there is no way in the seven circles of hell that they would allow THE SON OF SATAN on their team. Besides we've already got a minor demon turncoat and even that is a big deal.
Guys, just because you can play supernatural creatures doesn't mean that there would be no humans on the team. Humans with powers are fine but they should be a majority. And someone's going to need to come up with a commander for the team.
Really sorry if that sounded harsh it was just sort of my gut reaction.
And yes vampires don't age.
Guys, just because you can play supernatural creatures doesn't mean that there would be no humans on the team. Humans with powers are fine but they should be a majority. And someone's going to need to come up with a commander for the team.
Really sorry if that sounded harsh it was just sort of my gut reaction.
And yes vampires don't age.
I would like it very much if the agents could rush Christian to a hospital/super with healings powers before he dies of assfixiation from an allergic reaction to the tranquilizer darts.
Christian collapsed into bed without even taking his jeans and leather jacket off. It had been several days since his encounter with the woman that had helped him get home but he still felt foolish. It seemed as though she had bought his lie about an experimental implant to let blind people see that had broken down so his secret was safe. That however was the problem, what exactly was his secret. He seemed to be able to move objects with his mind and when the time was right his could bring up any fact about where he was just by thinking about it. This wasn't right, it wasn't natural. If Christian had been a God fearing man he would have said he was chosen for some higher purpose, alas he had not attended church since he had lost his eyesight and his family.
After awhile he slipped into darkness. Christian started to dream. In his dream he could see everything about him in the house. Every square foot. It was dark and creepy and shadows moved about the walls. There was a sound from outside that Christian could identify no other way than as stealth. Then his door creaked open.
Christian sat bolt upright in bed. He could hear the rusty hinges that he so often thought about oiling creaking in the next room over. Someone was coming into his house, a robber perhaps? He had to get out of here. With this sense of danger and urgency in the air Christian's senses were active, all of his senses and his special sixth one was telling him that there were six men surrounding his house and they were all armed. He slipped his feet into a pair of running shoes that he knew were by the foot of his bed, he bent down the ends so he would not have to waste time tying the laces.
Quietly he lifted the window of his bedroom. He was on a second story, this was going to hurt. He climbed halfway through the window. He could hear and feel the men searching for him including one just outside by the back door too close to his escape for comfort. As he was preparing to jump one of his shoes slipped off his feet and landed with a loud clatter on the ground. The man by the back door turned to look shining a flash light on Christian. Christian could feel the light rays reflecting off his skin though he could see nothing. "Captain, He's making an escape through the south window. Requesting backup." Christian heard him say into his radio. The man aimed his gun and fired three shots. In a panic Christina held up his hands hoping that the bullets would do little damage. To his surprise he felt nothing. He reached out with his sixth sense and felt the bullets which were more like darts floating in the air. The moment he realized that he`d caused them to stop in midair they fell to the ground next to his shoes.
Christian let himself fall to the ground. Blood surged into his feet causing a moment of pain. No knowing why Christian scooped up the three darts and ran over the grass and jumped the fence into the alley behind him house. He knew the men were pursuing him. He ducked behind a car. He had to think of something.
Just then a prick of pain pierced his leg through his jeans. He started to feel dizzy but more than that his breath started to come in ragged gasps. His sixth sense started to blur giving him the randomest details. He'd felt this once before when a medical tranquilizer had been used to subdue him in the hospital during a panic attack. When he'd awakened the doctors had said he'd had a violent allergenic reactions to the drug. They'd said they'd almost lost him. As his airways contracted Christian started to panic stumbling from his hiding place and into the alley. Stuff started to fly all around him, a garden gnome, pine cones, the three tranquilizers he'd taken with him. Any small object that happened to be near started to creating a wall, he felt dizzy and depleted and he gasped to get more air into his system. The objects started to wiz and spiral attacking anything that moved in an effort to protect him, it wasn't a conscious at this point, it was a desperate attempt by his body to protect itself. Three of the objects, the darts found there marks and the men dropped to the ground but Christian could feel the darkness closing in on him and his last thought before it overtook him and his wall fell to the ground in a heap was that he hoped professional abductors had decent medical facilities.
After awhile he slipped into darkness. Christian started to dream. In his dream he could see everything about him in the house. Every square foot. It was dark and creepy and shadows moved about the walls. There was a sound from outside that Christian could identify no other way than as stealth. Then his door creaked open.
Christian sat bolt upright in bed. He could hear the rusty hinges that he so often thought about oiling creaking in the next room over. Someone was coming into his house, a robber perhaps? He had to get out of here. With this sense of danger and urgency in the air Christian's senses were active, all of his senses and his special sixth one was telling him that there were six men surrounding his house and they were all armed. He slipped his feet into a pair of running shoes that he knew were by the foot of his bed, he bent down the ends so he would not have to waste time tying the laces.
Quietly he lifted the window of his bedroom. He was on a second story, this was going to hurt. He climbed halfway through the window. He could hear and feel the men searching for him including one just outside by the back door too close to his escape for comfort. As he was preparing to jump one of his shoes slipped off his feet and landed with a loud clatter on the ground. The man by the back door turned to look shining a flash light on Christian. Christian could feel the light rays reflecting off his skin though he could see nothing. "Captain, He's making an escape through the south window. Requesting backup." Christian heard him say into his radio. The man aimed his gun and fired three shots. In a panic Christina held up his hands hoping that the bullets would do little damage. To his surprise he felt nothing. He reached out with his sixth sense and felt the bullets which were more like darts floating in the air. The moment he realized that he`d caused them to stop in midair they fell to the ground next to his shoes.
Christian let himself fall to the ground. Blood surged into his feet causing a moment of pain. No knowing why Christian scooped up the three darts and ran over the grass and jumped the fence into the alley behind him house. He knew the men were pursuing him. He ducked behind a car. He had to think of something.
Just then a prick of pain pierced his leg through his jeans. He started to feel dizzy but more than that his breath started to come in ragged gasps. His sixth sense started to blur giving him the randomest details. He'd felt this once before when a medical tranquilizer had been used to subdue him in the hospital during a panic attack. When he'd awakened the doctors had said he'd had a violent allergenic reactions to the drug. They'd said they'd almost lost him. As his airways contracted Christian started to panic stumbling from his hiding place and into the alley. Stuff started to fly all around him, a garden gnome, pine cones, the three tranquilizers he'd taken with him. Any small object that happened to be near started to creating a wall, he felt dizzy and depleted and he gasped to get more air into his system. The objects started to wiz and spiral attacking anything that moved in an effort to protect him, it wasn't a conscious at this point, it was a desperate attempt by his body to protect itself. Three of the objects, the darts found there marks and the men dropped to the ground but Christian could feel the darkness closing in on him and his last thought before it overtook him and his wall fell to the ground in a heap was that he hoped professional abductors had decent medical facilities.
You guys still alive now that the site is back up?
Well I think it's time to call this one. I pronounce Filthy or Golden dead and commit her body to the Role Players graveyard. I pray she finds peace in another life and gets the chance to finish her story.
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