Lord Wyron
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I second that.
Night/Cheshire Cat. I totally see a duo there 0_0
Name: Cheshire Cat (Birth name: Unknown)
Appearance: http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130606091055/coraline/images/d/d6/The_Cat.jpg (Note: The Cat is unnaturally large for a domesticated cat, being the size of a bobcat by comparison. Around his neck is a heart-shaped key of unknown purpose. Not seen in the picture is the Cat's ever present, never fading wide grin.)
Backstory: Though the legend of the Cheshire Cat is spread far and wide, what actual truth lies within the story is well-hidden, muddled by lies and inconsistencies. The general consensus states that the Cat used to be a commonplace wizard, yet gifted in the art of Illusion who enjoyed using his magic for fun and recreation rather than serious study. Little is known of the events that subsequently led to his transformation into the Cheshire Cat. Yet it is said he wears the key around his neck as a sign of loss, or a memento of something from his past life.
Picture of Key: http://www.edwardmirell.com/uploads/items/295_edward-mirell_black-titanium-necklace_n3103o-00000_l.jpg
Appearance: http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130606091055/coraline/images/d/d6/The_Cat.jpg (Note: The Cat is unnaturally large for a domesticated cat, being the size of a bobcat by comparison. Around his neck is a heart-shaped key of unknown purpose. Not seen in the picture is the Cat's ever present, never fading wide grin.)
Backstory: Though the legend of the Cheshire Cat is spread far and wide, what actual truth lies within the story is well-hidden, muddled by lies and inconsistencies. The general consensus states that the Cat used to be a commonplace wizard, yet gifted in the art of Illusion who enjoyed using his magic for fun and recreation rather than serious study. Little is known of the events that subsequently led to his transformation into the Cheshire Cat. Yet it is said he wears the key around his neck as a sign of loss, or a memento of something from his past life.
Picture of Key: http://www.edwardmirell.com/uploads/items/295_edward-mirell_black-titanium-necklace_n3103o-00000_l.jpg
"As you command, my Lord." Alexandre responded respectfully, bowing slightly as he turned to leave. It was uncommon for a Patriarch to send his/her Protector away. But the Patriarch was still the strongest Vampire in the colony, and could easily enough defend himself from attack.
Still, Alexandre felt like something was amiss. Things seemed....off. But he paid it no mind as he left the dour confines of the mansion. He felt the cool night air brush against his face as he felt the light of the moon permeate his flesh and enter into his very being. He could stand there for hours simply taking in the power, but knew he had a job to do
The RBUC headquarters were about 12 miles away, a long trek for a mortal. But Alexandre was imbued with unnatural speed and practically glided across the ground as he ran, hearing nothing but the strong wind brushing past him as he sped along.
It was not long before the tall building came into view before him. Coming to a halt, he stepped up to the front door and opened it with one sweeping motion, stepping in; not even bothering to hide his gleaming sword where it lay at his hip. "I'm looking for your commanding officer." He declared in a commanding voice towards anyone who would listen.
Still, Alexandre felt like something was amiss. Things seemed....off. But he paid it no mind as he left the dour confines of the mansion. He felt the cool night air brush against his face as he felt the light of the moon permeate his flesh and enter into his very being. He could stand there for hours simply taking in the power, but knew he had a job to do
The RBUC headquarters were about 12 miles away, a long trek for a mortal. But Alexandre was imbued with unnatural speed and practically glided across the ground as he ran, hearing nothing but the strong wind brushing past him as he sped along.
It was not long before the tall building came into view before him. Coming to a halt, he stepped up to the front door and opened it with one sweeping motion, stepping in; not even bothering to hide his gleaming sword where it lay at his hip. "I'm looking for your commanding officer." He declared in a commanding voice towards anyone who would listen.
I'm in. My character will be a twist on the Cheshire Cat who's a illusionist/shapeshifter who can transform into a cat at will.
Alrighty, got a post up!
Sektor did little but nod at Cor's directions, turning to look at Ruusaan instead. "I suppose it's time we headed off. We should start stealthily; no need to possibly damage the droid or the ship in a mass firefight." He advised, turning towards the small building near the hangar. He nodded Ruusaan off on her own way to the landing bay while lowering his posture down to a sneaky crouch and began to slowly sneak his way across the sand. Though any organic would be able to obviously detect him in his pitch black armor against the bright-colored ground, droids were less than able when it came to observation and would most likely not see him unless he began sprinting.
Once he turned the corner to the side door, he stood up straight once again; beginning to feel around the edges of the sliding door. "Hurm..." He growled as he stared at the door, wondering how he was going to open it. He could shoot it, but that would undoubtedly rouse attention and possibly endanger their mission critically.
A thought suddenly came to him. Grabbing his knife from its sheath on his calf, he plunged the blade deep into the door-control system. Sparks flew out from the small, wall-mounted console as the door awkwardly, yet quietly, slid open.
Smirking behind his mask, he stepped inside; drawing one of his pistols just in case anyone saw him. He looked around the small building, noticing quite a few crates and boxes spread about. He was looking for an astromech droid.
Continuing to look around, his eyes finally landed on the droid., which sat idly; doing nothing. He strode over to it, kneeling down so its photoreceptor landed on him. 'This Smuggler's a damned patriot...' He thought to himself before speaking the phrase, "Hail the Queen."
As if on cue, the robot seemed to come alive before him, whirring around on its wheels. "Alright, Wrex." Sektor began, remembering the droid's name. "Come along with me, we're going back to your master." He commanded, turning on his heel.
Just as he was about to leave the facility, a blaster score shot out; blackening the wall beside his head. He turned to look slowly, a large Devaronian holding a scattergun did *not* look happy to see the bounty hunter heading out with one of their droids. The alien began shouting at Sektor in their strange language, the tone alone signifying displeasure. The internal computers in Sektor's helmet gave a base translation. Little more than death threats, really.
Sektor tilted his head to the side, as if in curiosity as he, in a flash, aimed his gun and fired a single bullet into the alien's chest; watching him fall in a crumpled, smoking heap. Sektor couldn't help but whistle a tune to himself as he left the facility, nonchalantly shooting other guards and workers who tried to stop him.
He accessed the comm unit hidden in his helmet and tried calling Cor. "Smuggler. I found your droid. The guards are taken care of. Where did you want me to go next?" He asked in a simple voice, curt, but casual.
Once he turned the corner to the side door, he stood up straight once again; beginning to feel around the edges of the sliding door. "Hurm..." He growled as he stared at the door, wondering how he was going to open it. He could shoot it, but that would undoubtedly rouse attention and possibly endanger their mission critically.
A thought suddenly came to him. Grabbing his knife from its sheath on his calf, he plunged the blade deep into the door-control system. Sparks flew out from the small, wall-mounted console as the door awkwardly, yet quietly, slid open.
Smirking behind his mask, he stepped inside; drawing one of his pistols just in case anyone saw him. He looked around the small building, noticing quite a few crates and boxes spread about. He was looking for an astromech droid.
Continuing to look around, his eyes finally landed on the droid., which sat idly; doing nothing. He strode over to it, kneeling down so its photoreceptor landed on him. 'This Smuggler's a damned patriot...' He thought to himself before speaking the phrase, "Hail the Queen."
As if on cue, the robot seemed to come alive before him, whirring around on its wheels. "Alright, Wrex." Sektor began, remembering the droid's name. "Come along with me, we're going back to your master." He commanded, turning on his heel.
Just as he was about to leave the facility, a blaster score shot out; blackening the wall beside his head. He turned to look slowly, a large Devaronian holding a scattergun did *not* look happy to see the bounty hunter heading out with one of their droids. The alien began shouting at Sektor in their strange language, the tone alone signifying displeasure. The internal computers in Sektor's helmet gave a base translation. Little more than death threats, really.
Sektor tilted his head to the side, as if in curiosity as he, in a flash, aimed his gun and fired a single bullet into the alien's chest; watching him fall in a crumpled, smoking heap. Sektor couldn't help but whistle a tune to himself as he left the facility, nonchalantly shooting other guards and workers who tried to stop him.
He accessed the comm unit hidden in his helmet and tried calling Cor. "Smuggler. I found your droid. The guards are taken care of. Where did you want me to go next?" He asked in a simple voice, curt, but casual.
I'm half here. My school's ending June 6th so I'm cracking down to finish lessons and whatnot. Again, I do apologize for any inconvenience my absence is causing.
I'll try and get a post up asap. My school week has been absolute *hell* to deal with.
It's kinda like a mixture of a Word Pad and a chat box. People can post their rp into the word pad and simply chat in the sidebox. I can set one up and link it to you, if you wish.
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