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Intrigues of Venedig - A Fantasy RP (18+)

Atrius is pretty strong as it is. I didn't want him to be too OP. That's why I made him kinda' young and inexperienced.

Gotham Knights - City On Fire

Who wants to go search a spooky old factory with Wraith?

Gotham Knights - City On Fire

Wraith didn't particularly want to stick around to hear what the other heroes had to say. He needed to get away from the strong, suppressed emotions coming from the Bat. It was just too much for him, being as tired as he already was. So he decided to start off his own search with a man who owed him a favor. This man knew just about everything that went on in the underbelly of this city.

Ka'van flew down to the parking lot of a rough looking bar. He shifted from his Wraith form, the cloak disappearing like smoke, and into his normal, every day appearance. Which, mind you, still drew eyes to him. Ka'van came in the door, a fluster of angst, anger, and drunken masculinity hitting him in the face. There was a biker gang present, drinking themselves silly and playing poker in the corner. A few young gentlemen who likely had several felonies to their names watched him like a hawk as he walked up to the bar. There, the bartender, a man with a few missing teeth and a facial scar from several stitches, turned to greet him.

"Hey! Alien guy. Didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon."

Ka'van gave a polite smile. "I could say the same. I need some information. Do you know anything about any Bane activity in town?" Ka'van kept his voice down, but the bartender, paranoid, shifted his eyes around the room.

"Why don't we go out back to talk about it, huh?" He said, stepping around the bar and opening the back door of the building. Ka'van agreed. The not-so-cleanly man limped outside to the trash containers and immediately lit up a cigarette. "So, Bane, huh? What're you doing hunting him down? I thought you only went after petty crooks."

"I do more on occasion."

"Well, good luck with that, kid. I did hear he was back in town. There was something going on at the old Rhymer building. You know where that is?"

"Roughly."

"Yeah, just go west on the north boulevard until it looks like a bomb went off. The bad side of town. You might wanna hold on tight to your wallet."

"I don't have one."

"Well, in any case. That's where I'd start if I wanted to get myself in some real deep shit. Good luck to ya'. And remember, you didn't hear it from me."

"Of course."

With that, the grimy bartender headed back inside. Ka'van looked up into the sky, then shifted back into his Wraith form to lift himself up into the air. The Rhymer building was a factory about twenty years ago, before it shut down. Now, it was just a skeleton resting against the skyline. It was, as the man had put it, in a bad side of town. Surely he'd find something there. Maybe he should call some backup, just in case...

"I'm heading to the old Rhymer factory. I may need some backup to search the place; it's rather large." Ka'van spoke into his communication device, hoping that someone would just meet him there. He doubted that whatever was happening there earlier was still going on.

Intrigues of Venedig - A Fantasy RP (18+)

Atrius the Gargoyle

Name: Atrius
Age: 31 (Which is a little older than a juvenile in gargoyle years)
Gender: Male

Important items: A small purse of money, an enchanted cloak that allows him to walk about during the day, so long as he isn't touched by sunlight

Exceptional Skill List: Flight, super strength, night vision

About gargoyles: Imagine a large, reptilian creature with glowing eyes, swooping at you from the dark night sky. That was the vision the mage that created these creatures was going for. They were an experimental watch dog, enchanted to turn to stone during the day (their resting period) and turn to flesh at night to protect their master's domain. They were a success, and began to multiply among themselves. These beasts of the night are intelligent, capable of compassion, and very territorial. Once given a roof to roost on, they will protect their homes, and thereby the occupants, with their lives. However, once the human occupants of their roost have fallen, they will typically except a new family as their masters.

As far as abilities, gargoyles were molded to bring fear into the hearts of enemies. From their hulking size, legendary strength, glowing eyes, and batlike wings, no man would go into battle with one without fear of losing.

Gargoyles are warm blooded, so they can live in colder regions if properly cared for. Most are very lazy, enjoying the care of their masters in return for their protection. They don't ask a lot; a few pounds of food each night and the promise of safety during the day. Because they do tend to eat a lot, they are typically only owned by the upper class who can afford to feed them. Gargoyles, if treated well, can live up to 200 years.

Appearance: Atrius is still young, so he has yet to grew to his true potential. He stands are a measly 6'7", with a slightly heavy muscle build. He has ashy grey skin and darker, almost black colored hair. Typically, his hair, which is long enough to reach down his back, is held up in a pony tail. His eyes are bright gold, and shine yellow at night and in the dark. His wings are just getting to where they are mature enough to allow him flight, so he's still a little wobbly in the air. His claws, however, are very prominent. Atrius has two horns on his head, but he rarely actually uses them. They're mostly for decoration.

History: Atrius was one of the first hatchlings born at Steinholme. As a youngster, he often interacted with the human occupants of his home, who treated him very well. Atrius, like most of his clan, enjoyed the Sauerstein family. They felt like they were more than just decorations and guard dogs, but actually part of the group. They grew to earn his loyalty, something that most gargoyles lack towards anything other than the spot they rest on.

When Atrius hear of the family being overthrown, he was bent on stopping it. However, his clan held him back. They didn't want him causing trouble and getting them all smashed come day break. No one was happy about the change in ownership, but no one was willing to do anything about it. No one but Atrius.

Come the night after, Atrius awoke and fought his family over it until he finally just flew off on his own. His mission in clear: find his masters and free them.

Intrigues of Venedig - A Fantasy RP (18+)

I may think of things later

Intrigues of Venedig - A Fantasy RP (18+)

Name: Atrius
Age: 31 (Which is a little older than a juvenile in gargoyle years)
Gender: Male

Important items: A small purse of money, an enchanted cloak that allows him to walk about during the day, so long as he isn't touched by sunlight

Exceptional Skill List: Flight, super strength, night vision

About gargoyles: Imagine a large, reptilian creature with glowing eyes, swooping at you from the dark night sky. That was the vision the mage that created these creatures was going for. They were an experimental watch dog, enchanted to turn to stone during the day (their resting period) and turn to flesh at night to protect their master's domain. They were a success, and began to multiply among themselves. These beasts of the night are intelligent, capable of compassion, and very territorial. Once given a roof to roost on, they will protect their homes, and thereby the occupants, with their lives. However, once the human occupants of their roost have fallen, they will typically except a new family as their masters.

As far as abilities, gargoyles were molded to bring fear into the hearts of enemies. From their hulking size, legendary strength, glowing eyes, and batlike wings, no man would go into battle with one without fear of losing.

Gargoyles are warm blooded, so they can live in colder regions if properly cared for. Most are very lazy, enjoying the care of their masters in return for their protection. They don't ask a lot; a few pounds of food each night and the promise of safety during the day. Because they do tend to eat a lot, they are typically only owned by the upper class who can afford to feed them. Gargoyles, if treated well, can live up to 200 years.

Appearance: Atrius is still young, so he has yet to grew to his true potential. He stands are a measly 6'7", with a slightly heavy muscle build. He has ashy grey skin and darker, almost black colored hair. Typically, his hair, which is long enough to reach down his back, is held up in a pony tail. His eyes are bright gold, and shine yellow at night and in the dark. His wings are just getting to where they are mature enough to allow him flight, so he's still a little wobbly in the air. His claws, however, are very prominent. Atrius has two horns on his head, but he rarely actually uses them. They're mostly for decoration.

History: Atrius was one of the first hatchlings born at Steinholme. As a youngster, he often interacted with the human occupants of his home, who treated him very well. Atrius, like most of his clan, enjoyed the Sauerstein family. They felt like they were more than just decorations and guard dogs, but actually part of the group. They grew to earn his loyalty, something that most gargoyles lack towards anything other than the spot they rest on.

When Atrius hear of the family being overthrown, he was bent on stopping it. However, his clan held him back. They didn't want him causing trouble and getting them all smashed come day break. No one was happy about the change in ownership, but no one was willing to do anything about it. No one but Atrius.

Come the night after, Atrius awoke and fought his family over it until he finally just flew off on his own. His mission in clear: find his masters and free them.

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

As Priscilla left, Lucas held up his good arm, his hand outstretched. He didn't want to be left alone; even if his only other option was a woman he didn't really care much for. She had still saved his life. But once she was gone, he couldn't stop her. Lucas huddled on the doorstep of the church. He shivered, somehow still cold even with a scarf and sweater, and mostly just scared. He jumped when the lights of the ambulance pulled into the parking lot. Instinctively, he burrowed his face into the scarf he was given.

"We found our guy; he's alone. Bringing him to the truck," One of the EMTs said into a walkie talkie as he got out and approached. "Hey buddy. What happened?" He referred the question to Lucas, who did nothing but stare at him wide eyed. The EMT approached him and pointed to his wrist. "Can I look at that?"

Lucas hesitated, then offered up his swollen wrist. "Looks broken," The EMT said, mostly to himself and to his partner. The other one, an older woman, seemed to gather that Lucas was too nervous to follow them without some coaxing. She approached and knelt down by him.

"Hey hun," She said softly, "We're going to take you to the hospital; you'll be safe there. Did you call PD?" She turned her head back towards the man to ask the question. The man nodded.

"They'll be waiting at the hospital."

The woman turned back to Lucas. "Come on with us, sweetheart." Lucas shakily stood, his willowy frame being held up in part by the woman taking him under his good arm. "What happened to you?" When Lucas didn't answer, she moved to pull down his scarf. Naturally, he jerked away, but the woman got her fingers under it and pulled. "Oh my god," She gasped. Her partner, who had started to head back towards the truck, turned back and stopped in his tracks.

"Uh...hey Tuck, what exactly was this call for again?" He asked into his talkie.

"Assault, why?" The third man, still in the truck, replied.

"I think there might be something else going on here."

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The ride to the hospital was too long and too odd. The EMTs kept giving him quick side glances. He kept his scarf on, and had done his best to re-situate it with one hand. Upon arriving at the hospital, he was quickly overwhelmed by nurses. No one had seen anything like him before. Someone just born without a mouth? No scars, no burns, just the way he was born? They started asking him questions about where he was hurt, and really it was only his wrist that he cared about. Once the initial check in process was over, a police officer walked in to ask him question about who had attacked him and why. Lucas just sank further and further into the thin mattress of the stretcher. Finally, he was given a blanket to cling to and was asked for any phone numbers that they could call.

Lucas quickly wrote down Father Walter's cell phone number. He refused to let them do anything else until the priest arrived. Any time a nurse tried to come in to start and IV on him, he would grab the kit and launch it across the room. This earned him a scolding by the hospital security, who said that if he kept throwing things, they would have to restrain him. Luckily, around that time, Father Walter showed up.

His face showed deep concern. He hadn't even realized that Lucas had left the church; it wasn't like he'd let anyone know. And now, Lucas just turned up beaten? Who would do such a thing?

"Lucas," Father Walter said in a stern voice. "Let them do what they need to do."

The thin young man looked up, and quickly held out his good arm towards the priest. Father Walter approached and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm glad you're okay. I just got a call that you were in the emergency room; I almost had a heart attack."

Lucas looked away from him, the guilt starting to set in. Father Walter pulled up a plastic chair and sat by the stretcher. He held onto Lucas's bony hand, which was surprisingly cold, and kept him calm while the nurses came in to finally get their job done. Father Walter answered what questions he could about Lucas's medical history, but he really didn't know a whole lot. He had found Lucas as an odd little boy, about nine years old, and took him in. Father Walter, having become a priest after his wife died, had never had children. And when he found Lucas, he knew what God needed him to do. Although his ward was could be very difficult at times, he was a gifted young man. And Father Walter had come to think of Lucas as if he were his own son. It certainly frightened him to think that Lucas was out making enemies with the types of people to do this sort of thing.

Once his arm was re-set and placed in a cast, Lucas was sent home a bit doped up and a little more relaxed. Father Walter drove him back to the church in silence, letting him fall asleep against the door of the passenger side.

Gotham Knights - City On Fire

It had been a busy week for Ka'van. His home, an old Victorian era mansion on the outskirts of town, was in the middle of getting renovated. The previous occupant wasn't too happy about this. When he had been house hunting a while back, a small blip about this mansion being haunted had caught his attention. Was that why the price was so low? The real estate lady told him that they couldn't keep people in there. Ka'van took a look around and decided that this would be his new home. If it wasn't haunted before, it surely was now.

It wasn't long before Edna made herself known. She started by knocking his favorite mug off the counter. Ka'van could feel her anger and grief over someone taking residence in her beautiful home. Ka'van decided to sit down and have a talk with the spirit. She could stay, but she had to realize that she had to deal with him now, no matter if she liked it or not. He had also told her that he planned to restore the place, but that he would stick as closely to the original as possible. The next day, the home's original blue prints mysteriously appeared, splayed across his kitchen floor.

Now Ka'van was dealing with the renovators coming in and making a mess. He oversaw their work in the daytime, and still tried to pull hero job at night.

"I've heard of you," One of the foremen said when they met, "You're one of those caped types aren't ya'? What are you supposed to be, some kind of alien?"

Ka'van blinked. "Yes. Can we...focus on the task at hand?"

About of week of this, and he'd grown tired. When he was approached by Batwoman earlier that night, he was enthusiastic about putting his mind on something other than his spooky old house. Apparently, something had happened at the Batcave, and the Dark Knight was ready to kill. Wasn't this the very same man who came after him when he had killed evil people? Ka'van had tried to explain then that it was pointless to try and reform people who had such darkness in them. He didn't understand the human way of keeping these types around. But whatever. Not his planet, he supposed.

He heard the Batman out on the rooftop, along with several other heroes. He'd seen some of them while on his patrols, but others were strangers to him. It was hard to focus on what was being said when he could feel Batman's raw anger pouring out. Rage, grief, anxiety. He'd never felt things like this from the stoic Knight before. Something very serious must have shaken him. Ka'van thought better of asking about it.

When they were dismissed, Ka'van, in his Wraith form, turned and lifted himself up with his telekinesis. He floated just above the surface of the roof, like a ghost with his cloak trailing weightlessly behind him. He flew out and over the city, keeping his eyes open for any suspicious activity. He wasn't too sure this operation was as well planned as Batman's things usually were. There didn't seem to be any cohesive plan here other than "go look for stuff". But, regardless, Ka'van was a sucker for a soul in need. He couldn't tell Batman no when he was clearly so desperate.

Gotham Knights - City On Fire

Wraith

Name: Ka'van Soeray
Alias: Wraith
Age: Late-twenties in human years
Gender: Male
Race: Alien half-demon

Powers/Skills: As Wraith's name implies, he has a ghostly powerset. The powers listed are things that occur because of the demon bound to his soul. The skills are things that come naturally to his people

Powers:
He can phase through solid objects
He can teleport using shadows
When in the shadows, he can make himself completely invisible
As for powers to be used on the offense, he can use telekinesis to lift/move objects with his mind.

Skills:
Empathy; he can feel the emotions of others.
Aura reading; he has an uncanny ability to know if someone is a 'good' or 'bad' person.

Equipment: He doesn't really carry weapons or anything.

Weaknesses: Ka'van kind of got screwed over with the whole demon thing. Every day he has to live under the threat of an evil force inside of him taking over his body and going on a rampage. The demon threatens to gain more power over him when he himself looses control. As such, Ka'van has evolved himself to be very well disciplined. He mustn't let negative emotions overtake him; which, as an empath in a crime infested city, can be very difficult at times. He meditates often to reign in any negative emotions he may feel. And lastly, his people on his home planet used a powerful, psychic connection to one another, almost like a hivemind, as a lifeforce. Ka'van has been removed from that force, so he must rely on his human connections to supplement it. In other words, he could literally die of loneliness.

Experience: Ka'van was trained by the religious leaders of his planet to fight demons. When he arrived on Earth, he knew how to fight; maybe even a little too well. He accidentally killed the first few human criminals he tangled with, being unable to grasp just how fragile an average human can be. But after two years, he's gotten a good feel for when to hold back or not. Especially with the Bat breathing down his neck.

Alignment: Would typically be considered a hero, but every now and then, he toes that line between traditional hero and anti-hero.

Personality: Mild mannered, soft spoken, polite, calm, somber, and emotionally restrained.

Appearance:
When he appears as Wraith, Ka'van is a solid black figure with bright red, solid eyes, clothed with a tattered, grey cloak. He stands at 5'11" and has a lean muscular build.

In his civilian form, Ka'van still stands out from other people. He is clearly not human. Even among his own kind, he was different. His skin is dark grey like ash, and his eyes are bright red. His hair is messy and pitch black. Ka'van has a lean muscle build and remains the same height.

How did you meet Batman: After meeting a particularly evil villain, Ka'van found it appropriate to kill the man. His reasoning was that he wasn't reformable. This earned him a very long, serious talk from Batman. It ended with: if you live in my city, you play by my rules. Ka'van has enough respect for the Bat to continue to honor this agreement, even if he doesn't particularly agree with it.

History:
Ka'van was born on a far away planet that had a large tear between the mortal and demonic realm. The demonic entities of the other realm flooded the planet, quickly taking over and laying waste to the civilization there. Ka'van was the last child to be born before a permanent sterilization overtook his people. Their bodies, far more sensitive to mediumship than a human's, refused to bring any more young into the terrible world their home had become.

Ka'van was taken by the religious leaders of his people as a last ditch effort to rid themselves of their demonic enemies. A ceremony was performed to bind his soul with that of a captured demon. Being the youngest of his kind, they hoped that he would be able to survive the ritual, where others had died. The goal was to use him as a weapon against the leader of the demons, to defeat him and send the rest back to their realm.

Ka'van was trained until he was a teenager, when his species was on the very brink of extinction. He decided that he was ready to face down their evil ruler, and in a battle to the death, he just barely won. The others demons fled the planet, leaving the people to pick up the pieces of what was left. The religious leaders would then gather to perform a ritual that would ensure that demons could never step foot on their surface again. Unfortunately for Ka'van, that meant him as well.

Ka'van would be spared for his heroic deed, but he had to be sent away. His planet's new leaders searched for a new planet to send him to; somewhere with a livable atmosphere similar to theirs. Earth was the closest option. Through a powerful ritual, Ka'van was teleported to Earth. There, he vowed to help protect the planet's people and to never let the demon he was bound with overthrow him. His spirit has remained strong, despite being separated from his people.

Notes: He doesn't really keep a secret identity. He makes a living outside of hero work by setting up a small trading route between his planet and Earth. Precious metals that are rare on Earth are a bit more common on his home planet, Talga. So Ka'van can receive packages of said metals from his people and turn around and sell them for Earth prices. No big time corporations have figured out how to make this illegal yet.

He's a vegetarian.

Those who are around him while he is in his Wraith form complain that he makes the atmosphere around him bone chillingly cold. A good way to know if he's nearby is whether or not you can see your breath on a warm summer evening.

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

Lucas was, of course, silent as the cultists began to demand where their demon lord had gotten off to. The scrawny man gave away nothing, knowing full well that they would kill him whether he gave up information or not. As his persistent silence went on, the cultists grew more aggravated. One grabbed him by the front of his sweater and shook him.

"Do you think this is a game?!" He bellowed into Lucas's ear. Through the now ringing in his ears, Lucas could hear the scrape of metal on concrete. One of the men picked up a rusty crowbar and began to approach them. Lucas remained frozen to the spot, unable to fight, and unable to flee the grip of the man who held onto him.

Then, behind him, a new man strolled in. His voice made Lucas jump, and the cultists whipped their heads around to look at him. The one holding onto Lucas let go to approach him angrily.

Lucas was about to turn and make a run for it when he felt a light touch on his shoulder. He jumped and whirled around, only for the warehouse to be suddenly gone and replaced by what looked like a dark, dull basement. Lucas's wild, dark eyes landed on the face of the woman from the cafe, Priscilla. The relief from the man was tangible. His willowy body trembled, his heart beating out of his chest from the whole ordeal. Lucas lowered himself to the floor, afraid that he would fall if he remained on his feet. His hands were still zip-tied in front of him, his broken wrist looking nasty, swollen, and purple.