We're definitely going to need some updates on the need to know events section.
I'll probably be recording my own character's interactions in the CS deposit as well.
The need to know events is a season by season section. As we just started this season, it's empty. There is a link to the 1st season, so if you need to look at need to knows from then, it's easily accessible
So this character is a bit of a mix between Milo and another character I used to play. Hope he's acceptable.
Name: Casper.
Other Names: Formerly known as: Asad - Assassin. Athus - Assassin. Luke - Wanderer. Oreon - Freelancer. Vath - Mercenary.
Current Occupation: Demon Hunter.
Real Name: Asad Shari
Ethnicity: Egyptian.
Age: 24 (228).
Languages: Through his travels, Casper has grown fluent in the following languages: English. Arabic. Greek. Japanese.
Alias: Shade.
Speech Color: ed1c24
Character Alignment: Walking the Line.
Identity: Secret.
Character Personality: "Tend to stick to myself most of the time. After a hundred years ya' don't have much to say, ya' know? People say I'm as calm as death, heh...if only they knew, right? I mean, what's the point in gettin' worked up about shit anymore? I used to care, used to care a lot. Don't do this, don't do that, follow these orders and follow those, one thing after another but now everything's just flowin' on. The world withers and dies around me constantly and here I am, remainin' to see everything die out and grow back up.
Seein' the world from this point of view kinda' puts shit in perspective. Ya' stop carin' that much, ya' stop really givin' a fuck about shit that doesn't concern you. Sure, I'll stand up for myself and those I care about, I'm not made of friggin' stone, but I won't go outta' my way to be some kind of savior for every lost puppy out there. I'd like to think of myself as an observer, I guess. I watch the world run by and fade into the distance only to leave behind somethin' else entirely. People like crime lords come and go, they ain't the first and sure as fuckin' hell ain't gonna' be the last.
If people knew what I am, they'd sharpen their pitchforks and light the pyres no matter where I go, it never changes. Some people are gonna' be all for magic, some against it, some are gonna' be for the fairy folk and some against em'. Me, I don't care. Can ya' fire a storm from your fingertips? Ain't that swill, good for you. Ain't gonna' prepare a fuckin' pyre cause' of it. Got pointy ears and glitter in your hair? Fabulous, sunshine.
Wherever ya' go people are people and ideals are ideals. Eventually ya' stop givin' a shit and believe me, everythin' gets easier to deal with when ya' do. Deal with what affects you, and don't waste your time with antyhin' else. I learned that shit the hard way."
Relationship Status: Singel "Who in their right friggin' mind would want me?"
Partner: None "Sometimes...I wish I had someone to hold, ya' know? Heh, it's a stupid thought, though. Should focus on other shit, instead..."
Father: Halash Shari (Biological, Deceased)
Mother: Hanah Shari (Biological, Deceased)
Height: 5'8".
Weight: 90Ibs.
Character Appearance: Scrawny, frail and fragile. Casper's a short and visibly weak young man who wouldn’t pose much of a threat, was he not a vampire. He seems to be on constant guard, his large red eyes ever vigilant for an impending ambush and he often keeps something in his hands. A book pressed against his chest, his fingers wrapped around the strap of his shoulder bag or fiddling with his hands are common sights.
His black hair would be considered rather long and thick, bangs falling over his forehead and covers his eyes unless kept out of the way. He doesn’t possess any notable scars or additions to his body, but possesses a single tattoo acquired during his embrace of darkness, when he was turned into a Lamia. It can be found on the right side of his chest. Due to the vampire's Egyptian heritage, he possesses olive skin unseen on most within Camelot's walls.
His ribs are rather visible and ‘you need to eat more’ is common to hear. Despite an otherwise reserved demeanor, he doesn’t seem to have much of a problem with his body. It’s not much to look at, and the scrawny nature is certainly nothing held in high regard. It could be assumed that there are little to no visible muscles stretching out across his frame, leaving a set of plain limbs stretching out from his torso.
Fitting his frame, Casper possesses a quiet but light voice. As he speaks in somewhat silence, it can be hard to hear his words and he doesn't like repeating himself too often. He has however learned that it's often necessary.
Casper treads with care, his eyes trailing the floor as he walks. Some people has stated that his big eyes are rather 'cute', and some has stretched it out to his whole being as 'cute'. It could also be argued that eyes seem bigger the smaller you are. Most would however simply call him a freak due to their color.
Uniform/costume: Casper does not wear anything special. He sticks to more comfortable clothes, though seems to favor dark colors. Most of the time, he wears a black t-shirt under a black leather jacket along with a pair of jeans and converse shoes.
Weapon: Casper is in the possession of a demonic weapon, the essence of the fallen angel Raziel sealed within a blade. Raziel and Casper initiated a contract with each other out of pure desperation. Having fallen from grace, Raziel was not beyond redemption, something he displayed clearly once he turned against his demonic brethren. Throughout his travels as a hunter of demons, Casper has come across a countless amount of the beasts, most notably Raziel.
At their lives’ end with nothing but a desperate outcome available to them, Casper and Raziel in the midst of a raging battle against the latter’s former allies were forced to initiate a pact with each other, sealing them into a symbiotic relationship where Raziel now acts as Casper’s weapon.
(More info will be revealed about this event in game.)
Strengths: "Nothing's immortal." Raziel is a blade capable of wounding and slaying anything. Demons, immortals, incorporeal and ethereal beings can all be hurt by Raziel's edge. Like any human, if they sustain enough damage from the blade, they will die.
“We’re bound together; this will never change.” Raziel has proven to be indestructible as the blade is protected by powerful magic as well as a spirit possessing the sword.
“Nothing will stand in our path. We’ll eradicate the demonic scum.” As is common among magical swords, Raziel is capable of cutting through incredibly durable materials.
“Always at your side, Cassy.” The person which has linked their soul with Raziel is capable of summoning the blade at will.
“You’ve gotten quite a taste for demon blood, haven’t you?” Any living being cut by Raziel’s edge will have their blood drained into the sword, nourishing the vampire wielding it.
"They won't be able to hide from us." Raziel can see past untrue shapes, revealing what lurks beneath. This is quite useful as demons often disguise themselves as human. Casper can however not see this, meaning Raziel has to inform him.
Weaknesses: Raziel has a personality and as such, if Raziel and his master are at odds with each other, Raziel can choose not to cut at all, dulling its blade to the point of worthlessness.
In anyone else's hand but Raziel master, the sword is useless and cannot harm another person. This can be considered a strength if an enemy would happen upon the blade but a weakness if Milo wants to lend the sword to a friend.
Raziel and Casper are linked together, keeping each other alive. Would this link somehow be severed; they’d both instantly die.
Whether it is due to jealously or a side effect of the pact, any other weapon Casper attempts to use withers in his hands. Raziel is the only weapon he can hold.
Origin Info/Details: "Life's not pretty, it never was. Tell me, what's more useful than a huge dude with muscles bigger than you, breakin' down doors and takin' names? Well, maybe that dude would never be an assassin, but know that the sharpest blade is the element of surprise. Would you believe me if I said that there's a small sect out there, a fuckin' group of assassin's who kill for the highest bidder? Course' you friggin' would. Though, would you believe that the leader of that sect decided to turn a everyone into a fuckin' vampire and trained them how to fight for a hundred years? Would you? Fuck if I care, really...cause' it happened. I was offered something by a figure in the night, original I know, and said yes. Now, what happened was that I lived on the streets. I scraped by everyday to get some food, to survive. It wasn't nice but it was the only thing I had ever known. I mean, the shit was my life, right...?
There was this one day, can't believe I still remember this crap, when I got the shit beaten out of me by some street punks. I had gotten my hands on some cheese, imagine that shit, right? In a bloody freaking mess, I tried to crawl away but they wouldn't let me. See, the cheese I had stolen, it was theirs. If you don't do your shit right, you'll end up fucked. At this point the pain was just too much. I wanted to pass out but the fuckin' adrenaline in my body wouldn't let me. It was if it wanted me to keep fighting, to get back on my feet and throw another punch. Yeah, it didn't work.
Though, the warm gushing of blood which sprayed across my body wasn't my own. If it was, I would barely have been able to tell because of the pain already pinning me to the ground. I heard screams before five guys joined me on the concrete, their bodies shred to fuckin' pieces. Now, I heard a voice. It was cold like the grave, dark like a fuckin' abyss. I thought death had came to claim me, but I didn't know death looked so friggin' proper. Dressed in the finest silk, this woman sheathed an elegant blade by her waist and smiled at me, that dark friggin' smile pulling me closer in some twisted, disturbing way. 'I can make you strong, I can give you everything you've ever desired.' Tell me, what would you have chosen in my seat? Half dead, beaten to a pulp, bleeding out on the ground and knowing that tomorrow was just another day in hell, what would you have done? Of course I took her hand when she extended it. Warm, she wasn't as cold as I thought he was, her skin warm to the touch yet her voice chilling like ice.
Of course, she never told me what she was gonna' do. She never told me that she was going to fuckin' kill me and bring me back as a vampire but it made me understand why she decided to save me. This woman could have taken anyone she wanted, but she took me, a street punk without a single fuckin' worth to my name. Being my savior, she knew that I was now bound to her. She knew that I owed her my friggin' eternity which she had granted. Being a nobody, I was the perfect candidate for her little experiment and being a scrawny fuck I was the perfect weapon. Who would expect someone like me to be effective on the battlefield? The most perfect assassin is someone who appears harmless but can sting like a scorpion, someone no one would expect could pull it off, but is able to kill without a moment's remorse. That's what she made me into, her little puppet. For the next one hundred fuckin' years, I was her puppet, her little sword which she pointed in a direction before blood was spillt.
Yeah, it took me a hundred fuckin' years to see that this chick didn't care about anything but money. She didn't have an overarching ideal, she didn't fight for anything she believed in. She just wanted death and money, and I gave it to her. Meanwhile, friggin' lords and tyrants were tearing the place apart and my Sire was completely indifferent to it. Why did I care? Well, a hundred years for a Lamia might not have changed my mind much, but it has given me experience. It has let me see things. The world is bigger than our hideout, it's bigger than the sword I swing. I wasn't gonna' live the rest of my fuckin' eternity as a weapon for a psychotic murderer who fought for nothing but her own greed. The world was falling apart and if I was an assassin, at the very fuckin' least...I could use those skills for someone else than my Sire. I could use em' for me.
Though...I wanna' rest, now. I want a simple friggin' life...just for a while, ya' know? If I breathed...it'd be a breath of fresh air, but c'mon, we all know that shit's not gonna' happen."
Hero Type: Acrobat, Vampire.
Power Level: City and World level.
Powers/Race: Lamia Features: "Those eyes...they're not human..." A vampiric race, the Lamia appear to have red eyes, making social interaction a chore at times.
"Nothing but trickery. You are a corpse and little more." Fully fed, the Lamia's body appears warm and much like that of a human. However, a Lamia whom has gone without blood for a time appears pale and cold. Lamia are required to feed everyday to stay healthy, much like their previous lives dictated.
"A nuisance are what they are! A deranged creature stuck in time!" Many vampiric races are accompanied by an array of dark knowledge from the years, turning even a child into a matured scholar. The Lamia on the other hand retains the mental maturity of when they were turned.
"It matters little what differentiates the undead. A vampire is nothing but an eternal curse to our world..." Like every vampire, the Lamia are ageless.
"Such unholy creatures! Not even magic will befriend them." Lamia have displayed an inability to use any kind of magic.
"All that you are will be drained into them. Their embrace will kill you, and you will be brought back as an abomination. May the divines have mercy..." To create a Lamia, the vampire must first drain every drop of blood from a living creature before injecting a single drop of their own. A minute will pass before the newly sired Lamia will arise.
"Do not be fooled by their mortal aspects. Whenever you can kill a Lamia, you do it. Like mortal races, the Lamia can indeed get tired and fatigued if they go without sleep for a prolonged amount of time.
"This is when you should strike. Keep your eyes open for pale skin and a cold presence." Without blood in their system, the Lamia will fall into a coma like state from which they cannot wake up without being fed blood. This is called the Slumber.
"They can't feel the warmth of your body, the loving touch of your skin. Don't even try to think that they can love!" Lamia are unable to feel the elements due to their undead nature. Warmth or cold passes them by without a single feeling to their skin.
"Aye, they tire but not like you and I, these demons..." Like every undead, Lamia vampires do not breathe and cannot feel exhaustion through mortal means, other than the need to sleep.
"Hunting these vile creatures require you to know everything about them, even the things you don't think are very pretty..." Being undead, Lamia vampires do not have biological functions such as the need to excrete. The blood they consume remains inside their bodies until fully used up. Every vampire species do however have the physical sense of touch and can just like any mortal race feel pain and arousal, whereas many vampire races pursue the latter with a zeal, hence the stereotype.
Strengths: "Magic is not on their side, but take heed my friend. These demonic abominations are not to be understatement..." Like most vampires, Lamia possess supernatural prowess in strength, speed and reflexes. It has been noted that their physical capabilities are on the level of ten grown men.
"Their most dangerous aspect. Be careful, my friend...they are still demons and should be dealt with as such." What truly separates the Lamia from their vampiric cousins is their ability to walk in sunlight without being hurt.
"I swear, I severed his arm from place with a vicious cut but it grew back! I wasn't drunk, it happened!" Using the blood they have drained, Lamia are able to regenerate their wounds. The more grievous the wound, the more blood they need to use to regenerate, bringing them fatigue and eventually the Slumber.
"Don't believe in myths. Go for the head, always the head." Shoving a stake into their hearts to kill a Lamia is merely myth as the muscle doesn't even work. Severing a Lamia's head will lead to instant death however, a method highly recommended.
Weaknesses: "They are creatures of darkness, no matter where they tread." Despite being able to walk under the sun, the Lamia are a nocturnal being and such they find it uncomfortable. Their regeneration functions slower under the sun and unless hidden behind glasses, their eyes are quite sensitive to the light.
"Silver, my friend. It is a gift from the divine." Wounds delivered by silver cannot regenerate on the spot. A Lamia will need to sleep for eight hours and use their blood based regeneration to heal from wounds caused by silver. Merely touching silver will wound the vampire like a burning ember. The same weakness holds true for fire.
"Vampires they may be, but they don't hold many tricks up their sleeves." Unlike many other vampires, Lamia cannot dominate others with their voices or their eyes. They cannot fly, and they cannot control animals with their minds. Neither can they transform into one. The Lamia's physical enhancement is their only trick.
"Trust in the gods, my friend. Trust in them, and they will help you." Walking on holy ground will prevent a Lamia from regenerating while upon holy soil.
Attributes: Strength Level: Ten times a normal human.
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Fourty MPH.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Three hours.
Agility: Twenty times a normal human.
Intelligence: Normal.
Fighting Skill: Excellent combatant. "I've been trainin' with weaponry and martial arts for over a hundred years. I know how to take care of myself, promise..."
Vampiric reflexes. "Yeah, I notice shit..."
Melee Accuracy. "Everyone has a weak spot..."
Stealthy. "Been taught to stay in the shadows when I need to..."
Personal Weaknesses: Social skills. "Alright so I'm new to this shit, alright...?"
Ranged weaponry. "The fuck would I use a gun for...?"
Food. "Yeah, can't eat it. Barfin' that crap up hurts more than silver so...don't gimme' food..."
Reading people. "Just cause' I've been around doesn't mean I know what every fuckin' facial expression means..."
Expressing himself. "Alright, listen...I have a hard time talkin' about shit that bugs me..."
Cooking. "I can't cook cause' I don't know how the hell it should taste...! C'mon...!"
Using silver silverware. "This is just mean...I can't touch this shit...!"
Resources: Moderate. Casper owns a small apartment.
Character Personality: Cold and calculating, Forsaken by nature is always cool and calm, yet just under the surface boils an undeniable anger. He expects the very best from those who serve under him, and nothing less will suffice. He uses his intimidating stature to coerce people into doing what he wants, yet is not afraid to get his hands dirty, in fact, he rather relishes the chance to take someone's life. Believes in victory through overwhelming force, will use anything at his disposal to completely overpower a foe. Does have a desire to rule over the weak, and is willing do whatever it takes to accomplish his goals. Uniform/Costume:
Origin Info/Details:The man known only as Forsaken wasn't always a bad guy, like everyone else, he was simply trying to make his way in the world. But that all changed when a secret society known only as The Coven chose to use him as their pawn in what they felt was an inevitable war. Looking to create the perfect weapon, The Coven abducted him, genetically altering him and giving him powers that he could not even imagine. Although the experiments were for the most part a success, while he did become proficient with his new found power and became masterful fighter, able to hold his own with the best that the Coven had to offer, the toll that the experiments took on his body as well as his mind were quite unfortunate, though not entirely unexpected. He was severely deformed, and as a result, he chose to hide those deformities behind a mask. His mind was also fractured, and for several years suffered hallucinations that could only be described as living nightmares. Because of this, he was locked away in a sensory deprivation chamber which essentially held him in a form of suspended animation. However, he was strong willed and was able to overcome his psychosis during his imprisonment. At first he was embittered by his circumstances and felt the need to get retribution. However, eventually he came to the realization that the best way to take his revenge was by taking control of The Coven, and using it for his own ends. He developed a plan, and knew that it was only a matter of time before he would be implementing it. Eventually, the man now known only as Forsaken was able to escape from his confines, and immediately went to work in exacting his revenge. He was able to hunt down and exterminate the leadership of The Coven. When they were dead, he gave the remaining Coven members a choice- Join him, or die. With an army of his own, Forsaken reorganized The Coven into the mysterious organization known only by a few as The Crimson Talon. From there he returned to his ancestral homeland of Charonia, where he and the Crimson Talon took control of the small nation. After assassinating the Charonian Prime Minister and executing the nation's Senate, he alone was left to rule the country, as well as it's vast reserve of the volatile and rare metal Chromanium.
Power Level: World
Powers: Enhanced strength and agility. Telekinesis (able to move objects with his mind, even able to mimic flight with this ability), Pyrokinesis, energy reflection and has shown traces of psychic ability, is also able to form weapons of pure psionic energy which most commonly manifests as a sword or battle axe, but is not limited to those forms.He is able to withstand high amounts of damage.
Attributes Strength Level: undisclosed Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 10x's normal human Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 hours Agility: 10x's normal human Intelligence: Genius Fighting Skill: Trained Resources: Large
Weaknesses: Can be distracted and lose focus. In the heat of battle he can sometimes allow his anger to overwhelm him and lose control. Also can be arrogant and can underestimate his foes. And though he is able to withstand high amounts of damage, he is not invulnerable and is able to be wounded, and even killed.
Supporting Characters:
Allura- High ranking member of the Crimson Talon, consort to Forsaken. One of the inner circle of the Crimson Talon
Helos- A living android. Able to access most computer networks with just a thought, this powerful cybernetic lifeform is as deadly as it is cunning.
Shani- One of Forsaken's most trusted associates. Beautiful and deadly, one of the world's elite assassins
Omnus- Rumored to have lived for over 1,000 years, though other rumors claim he is much older. Forsaken's most trusted advisor and the general of Forsaken's vast army. Possesses tactical expertise that is unmatched. One of the inner circle of the Crimson Talon. The father of Allura.
Forsaken also commands an elite unit of shock troopers that are made up of former Charonian Republic Guards as well as elite Crimson Talon soldiers. Various underlings and foes who will be described when introduced
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Mebe
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Purple
Character Alignment: Hero
Identity: Secret
Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations): Alexa is the youngest daughter of John Winstone, and an heiress to Winstone International, the large multinational conglomerate Winstone International, a company that is known the world over for its advancements in everything from weapons technologies to green energy, medical research and food production. The company has allowed her family certain advantages, and she has embraced them to the fullest. Alexa is a princess. She has been known as a party animal and a brat. However, she also does a lot of charity work and fundraising for certain causes that she feels strongly about. She also has a desire to be more than she is, and feels strongly that because of her status, she needs to do more to help those who do not have the same advantages that she enjoys.
When in costume:
Not in Costume:
Origin Info/Details: Alexa was your average party girl/heiress/paparazzi darling until one fateful weekend trip to Big Bear Mountain, California. She had expected a weekend of parties, fun, and skiing. However, while she and her boyfriend Jason were taking a winter hike through the forest near Big Bear Lake, something unexpected changed her life forever. As Alexa and John made it through a clearing to get a great view of the lake, she noticed strange lights in the sky overhead. Convinced that it was nothing more than a spectacular display of a phenomenon like the Northern Lights, John urged her on to watch the spectacle. Suddenly, the sky seemed to explode, and a bolt of lightning shot out of the sky. However, this was not like any lightning either had ever seen, for there was not a cloud in the sky and it was red in color. The strange bolt of lightning hit her directly, and only glancing John, yet throwing them both a number of feet from the site of the impact. While John was relatively unhurt, while Alexa was left in grave condition. When John came to and found Alexa unresponsive, he thought that she was dead. Because his cellular phone was fried in the blast, he was forced to leave her near the shore of the lake to find help. Fortunately, he did not have to go very far as there were a number of cabins nearby. He found one that was occupied by a kindly older couple and was able to call for help. It took the rescue team nearly an hour to get to them, but finally Alexa was airlifted to Cedars-Sinai Hospital in Los Angeles. The doctors had little hope that she would survive, let alone make a full recovery. However, they were astonished at how fast she actually did recover. After just a few weeks, she was moved from the ICU to her own room where she could continue her remarkable recovery. No one, not even the best doctors in the world were able to figure out why she survived the accident, let alone made a near full recover in record time. Nobody could have known that the mysterious storm which had nearly killed her had also saved her life.
Hero Type (Select one): Energy (Electricity)
Power Level (Select one below):
C. World Level
Powers (Be Specific): Electrokinesis- Alexa is able to channel electricity through her body for use as a weapon. She is also able to use electricity to protect herself from harm (ie a form of armor or more accurately, like a force field). She can drain electricity from other objects in order to "recharge" herself. Fight- Alexa has the power of flight Super human strength- Alexa is able to lift a maximum of 10 tons Alexa is able to bring down a "lightning attack" which she can control. She is able to send it where she wants for as long as she wants, or until she runs out of energy. This attack is very draining and she cannot sustain it for a long period of time.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: 10 at max
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 100+ (in flight)
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 5+ hours.
Agility: 5X
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Trained
Resources: Extreme
Weaknesses:As she can be injured as would a normal person, and has to recharge her powers after extreme exertion, she may find herself vulnerable during a crisis
Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): Jonathan Winstone- Dad and CEO of Winstone International Janice Winstone- Mom Jack Winstone- Big Brother Jason Thomas- on again, off again boyfriend Kara Brady- BFF
What can you bring to the RPG?: A kickass character and flirtations with the GM ;)
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yeppers
Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines):
Ever since she was a girl, Alexa Winstone has loved Big Bear Mountain. Her childhood is riddled with memories of week long vacations to the Southern California ski resort with her family. To this day, she remembers the thrill she felt the first time she strapped a pair of skis on and took the ski lift to the top of the mountain. She remembers, just as if it were yesterday the her first wipeout. And just as if it were yesterday, she remembers her first heartbreak. She had been 13, his name was Kenny. A 25 year old ski instructor with flowing golden locks who looked like he had stepped directly off of the cover of a trashy romance novel. Deep down she had known all along that their love, or at least she had imagined that it had been their love, was doomed to fail. However, the knowledge that their "relationship" was doomed, or the fact that Kenny had hardly even noticed that she was alive did little to ease the pain of that heartbreak.
However, that was years ago, and she had mostly forgotten all about Kenny. She had continued to frequent the resort over the years, both with her family, and without them. Her most recent expedition to Big Bear is a week long getaway with her boyfriend Jason, her best friend Kara and some other friends, many of whom she doesn't really know all that well, but has run into from time to time on the LA party scene. Over the last few days, Alexa has been getting tired of the drama that is a constant at the cabin, and is excited for a nice nighttime hike with Jason. Because the mountain is almost like a second home to her, Alexa knows the trails like the back of her hand, and is excited to show Jason the spectacular moonlit view of Big Bear Lake.
As Jason and Alexa traverse the trail to the lake, taking great care not to slip in the snow, they finally find themselves in a clearing, which opens up to give a picturesque view the lake, with the mountain in the background. She inches closer to Jason and embraces him in a long hug, the warmth from his broad chest gives her momentary relief from the cold, which is something that, no matter how often she visits the mountain, she is never quite able to get used to.
"This is so nice." Alexa says dreamily into Jason's coat.
"It really is." Jason responds.
As they take in the view, they notice something strange taking form in the sky. From the east, strange lights begin to dance and shimmer in the sky above them. There are beautiful green, orange, blue and red lights that almost appear to be a massive laser show of some sort. However, at the same time, it is nothing like anything that she has ever seen before.
"What is that? Maybe we should get back to the cabin." She says as she begins to pull away from Jason.
"Don't be silly, Kiddo. It's just the Northern Lights, I think." Jason says trying to comfort her.
Then suddenly, before she can respond, the sky explodes in a cascade of light, and a massive red lightening bolt crashes down just before them. Before either can move, a second red bolt crashes down, this time, directly striking Alexa. The force of the blast sends both Alexa and Jason sailing through the air, landing several yards away from each other. Alexa lays where she landed, her body engulfed in pain like nothing she had never experienced in her life, and before she knows it, she slips into darkness.
"....xa. Wake up. Alexa!" She hears the voices, but doesn't recognize them. Then, she is suddenly aware of a presence near her. She tries to open her eyes, but even that causes her pain. Finally, she does manage to open her eyes, only to find that it is now daylight, and Jason is standing over her with what seems like an army of rescue personnel. She tries to move, all she wants is to get up from the cold ground and be with Jason, however, instead she slips back into unconsciousness.
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): N/A
Character Alignment: Villain
Identity: Secret
Character Personality: Killjoy and Annabelle strive to cause chaos. Killjoy is cold and cruel, yet possesses a dynamic personality which tends to draw people toward him. He is a master manipulator who has an uncanny ability to get into your head and push your buttons. Annabelle on the other hand is a certifiable lunatic, who’s madness may be attributed to her brothers manipulations and abuse.
Uniform/costume:
Though neither have a specific costume, Killjoy is often seen wearing a black leather trench coat and on occasion a top hat, while Annabelle prefers skirts with (often) torn nylons, leather corsets. Though, she will sometimes wear black leather pants with black leather corset, and a coat.
Origin Info/Details:
Little is known about Annabelle and Killjoy’s early life. As children, they were found alone in an abandoned meat packing plant in Madison Wisconsin. They were turned over to the state, and after months of meeting with social workers and mental health professionals. Though they were not able to ascertain just what it was, it was clear to the professionals that both children had witnessed something traumatic which had severely damaged their psyches. It was deemed that they were too “damaged” to be placed with a foster home. Instead, they were sent to the Lakeside Treatment Center in Kenosha Wisconsin, one of, if not the most infamous mental health facility in all of Wisconsin. This is where they would spend their formative years.
During their time at Lakeside, Both Killjoy and Annabelle, who had been given the names of Joseph and Lucy Smith by the administrators of the facility had been subject to numerous abuses, both mental and physical. It was in this time that “Joe” mastered the ability to read people and figure out their motivations, and manipulate the people around him to get what he wanted. Also during this time, he became increasingly violent and was responsible for several deaths in the facility, which earned him a spot in the maximum security ward of the facility, where he found himself in total isolation 24 hours a day.
While in solitary, “Joe” was discovered laying face down in his cell and was sent to the medical wing of the facility to await transport to a local hospital. Naturally, this was simply a rouse to get himself out of the maximum security wing. And even under armed guard, “Joe” was able to escape from the medical wing. He then made his way through the facility and was able to make his way to his sister’s room. From there, Killjoy and Annabelle were able to evade the Lakeside staff and escape from the facility. Although there were statewide efforts to find them, the siblings were able to avoid capture and remain at large.
Hero Type (Select one): Normal Human/Acrobat (Annabelle)
Power Level (Select one below): Street
Powers (Be Specific): Is Bat$h!& crazy a power? While Killjoy has no powers to speak of, Annabelle is able to tap into primordial magic and use it as a weapon (think Harry Potter without the wands). She also is able to hypnotize someone with her gaze, it is unclear if this ability is related to her ability to tap into the mystical arts.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: Normal human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human
Agility: Normal human
Intelligence: (Killjoy)Above average, borderline genius (Annabelle) Average intelligence
Fighting Skill: untrained
Resources: Who needs resources? They just take what they need
Weaknesses: Both Annabelle and Killjoy are normal humans, so they have all the weaknesses that come along with that.
Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): Aside from henchmen and other underlings and others that will be described when introduced, they don’t really have anybody but each other
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Annabelle
Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines. Only for first time applicants.): N/A
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): n/a
Character Alignment: Hero
Identity: Secret
Character Personality: Kyle has always been a laid back guy, who despite having a somewhat difficult upbringing would be described by most as being carefree for the most part. However, he does have a tendency of getting overwhelmed, and that can sometimes cause him to get into a bit of a funk, which can be difficult to pull him out of. However, in the months since his abilities began to manifest, and he took to the streets as the costumed vigilante Lyger, he has been more serious even as he tries to maintain his carefree lifestyle.
Uniform/costume: Briefly describe or post a picture of what your character's costume looks like:
Origin Info/Details: Kyle Porter has had a hard life by some standards. His mother died when he was a young boy and never really got to know her. He was raised by his father, who never got over the death of his wife and mostly found comfort in the bottom of a whiskey bottle. He went through much of his life in relative obscurity, never popular at school, however not really unpopular. His life changed once he enrolled at Lost Haven University. He became relatively popular on campus, he even started to date a sophomore. However, his life would change even further one night while he was on his way back to the dorms after a party. The car that he was riding in was struck by a drunk driver, and Kyle was severely injured. He required emergency surgery as well as a blood transfusion. Little did anyone know that the blood he received contained the meta gene, and when the blood mixed with his own, he began to develop special abilities of his own.
Hero Type (Select one): Acrobat
Power Level (Select one below): City Level
Powers (Be Specific): Enhanced agility and senses, healing factor, and strength.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Height: 6'2
Weight: 210 Pounds
Strength Level: 5x normal human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 45 MPH.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 hours.
Agility: 15X
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: trained
Resources: Average
Weaknesses: He has the same weaknesses as a normal person. He is vulnerable to illness, injury, and even death.
Supporting Characters: Samantha “Sam” Myers Childhood friend, long time crush. Kerri Walters- ex girlfriend Ronnie Chang- Best friend, tech wizard Jack Porter- Kyle’s father Maxwell Renfield- CEO of RenCo Dmitri Nikolov- friend Hannah Emery- Dmitri’s girlfriend Haruki “Harry” Takahashi- Kyle’s mentor, Ronnie’s grandfather
Various villains, classmates, and other characters will be described when introduced
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Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue):
Kyle Porter sits up in his hospital bed as the nurse enters his room and takes a few last minute readings before the hospital can send him on his way. He is anxious to get out of the room that has been his home for the last week. He has never particularly liked hospitals, and after spending a week there, he is in no rush to come back anytime soon.
There was a knock on the door and suddenly he saw the familiar features of Samantha Myers pop into the room. His oldest friend looked around for a moment before entering.
"Just wanted to make sure you're decent." She quipped as she approached his bed.
"Yeah. I'm good to go. Just waiting to get the OK from the doctors." He said.
Sam took a seat beside the bed as Kyle packed the few possessions that he had in the hospital room into a small plastic bag. After several long minutes, the nurse came in and told him that the last tests came back clear and that he was free to go.
"Awesome. Let's head down to the lobby and wait for my dad." He said cheerily.
"Um...your dad can't make it. He had to fly out to Pacific Point last night for business. He asked me to come get you." She said, somewhat apologetically.
"So...you're my ride?" He asked.
"You're quick, aren't you?" She said with a grin.
"Oh great...first the crash and now this....Somebody really wants me dead." He joked even as she smacked him on the arm as they made their way down the hall.
Character you have created: Scott Hunter Alias: Icon
Speech Color (actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): as Scott As Icon
Character Alignment: Hero Identity: Secret to the public
Character Personality(Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations): He is a man who doesn't fully understand himself. He grew up not too far from Lost Haven in Conway New Hampshire. It's a small ski resort town several just several hours south of the city. Although he grew up a normal kid with normal a normal family, he is anything but normal. He has amazing powers that he doesn't fully understand. While he was growing up he hated himself, he was angry at the world for making him a "freak." He wanted nothing to do with his powers, he just wanted a normal life. However, as time went on and he grew older he learned to deal with his powers, and eventually he embraced them. He believes in fighting for what is right. He believes in protecting the weak, and making sure that they are taken care of. Overall, he is a good man with great power, trying to do the right thing.
Uniform/costume: See below
When he is not in costume fighting villains or trying to stop general catastrophe he runs a nightclub called The Hub with his best friend Eric Dean.
Origin Info/Details: Scott Hunter may seem like a normal guy, but he is anything but. Everything about him is a lie, his parents, his older brother as well as his younger sister. None of it is real. Although they raised him as their son, he isn't. In fact, he isn't even really human. Scott was the result of a secret experiment by atop secret government agency that mixed alien DNA with that of a human. While he was a baby; he was cared for by a woman named Barbara Hill, who was a member of the top secret government agency. What the objective of this experiment was is unknown. While going about her daily tasks at the project, Dr. Hill learned that the program had been terminated, all evidence was to be destroyed, and the baby known only then as SKT-17 (she affectionately called him "Scott") was to be eliminated. Having recently lost her own child due to the actions of a drunk driver who also claimed the life of Dr. Hill's husband, she could not stand the thought that this child who she began to see as her own, could be killed. She stole the child from the laboratory which created him, and fled to the north. She gave the child to a trusted friend, Jacob Hunter and his young bride Elizabeth. Soon after, Dr. Hill was tracked down by agents of the government unit and killed. Jacob and Elizabeth took the young baby, and continued calling him Scott as they felt that there would be no need to change his name, seeing as that is what Dr. Hill had called him his whole life.
Scott was raised by the Hunters as one of their own children. He always knew that he was different, that he had these abilities, but he never understood why. As his powers developed throughout his childhood, he became increasingly confused and angry. This was a cause for concern for his parents, because they never understood exactly why their son was this way. When Jacob died when Scott was still just a child, Scott blamed himself for his father's death, feeling that it was the pressure of raising a "freak" that caused his young father to die of an aneurysm. Eventually he learned to deal with his gifts. At first he used his gifts for selfish reasons, often profiting from using them dishonestly (mostly in athletic bets). However, after an incident which cost his older brother Brandon his life, Scott left his family and found himself in a self imposed exile. He traveled around the country, spending much of his time on the West Coast. While he was away, he would often step in and anonymously lend a hand to those in need. He eventually got back into contact with his mother and sister, and was shocked to find that they did not blame him for Brandon's death. After a lot of self reflection, he made his way to Lost Haven where he opened a nightclub called "The Hub" with his longtime friend Eric Dean.
Hero Type: (Select one) Muscle
Power Level (Select one below):
3. World Level
Powers (Be Specific): Flight, near invulnerability, super strength, super speed, able to fire optic blasts, and an almost radar sense that allows him to focus in on people in distress, enhanced vision, enhanced hearing, the ability to fire energy blasts from his hands
Attributes Select one at each category:
Height: 6'3
Weight: 235 Pounds
Strength Level: 100+ tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 100+ MPH, Supersonic in flight
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 4 hours Agility: 20X Human level.
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: Average
Weaknesses: To be revealed later
Supporting Characters(Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): Elizabeth Hunter-Mother Jacob Hunter-Father (Deceased) Jennifer Hunter-Little Sister Brandon Hunter-Older Brother (Deceased) Eric Dean-Friend, co-owner of the nightclub known as The Hub that he runs with Scott Amber Tobin- friend various police, friends, criminals and allies all will be described when used. Do you know how to post pictures on the RPG boards:
Sample Origin Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue):
"Hurry Up, get that money into the bags!" One of the masked assailants screamed to one of the others.
Four masked men had stormed into Centennial Bank demanding that all the money be handed over. Juanita Juarez crouched in a corner, trying not to look at the carnage on the floor. However, she didn't have to look at it, he knew exactly what had happened in the moments after the masked men entered the bank. Two security guards and a customer were all dead, killed in the hail of gunfire that erupted when the masked men made their intentions clear. Trying to avoid detection, she just sat there; huddled in the corner, hoping that this would all end soon.
"This is Captain Price of the Lost Haven Police Department. We don't want anyone to get hurt, just come out and place your weapons on the ground." A voice came from outside. The four masked man became agitated, prodding the tellers to hurry with the money.
The man who seemed to be leading the robbers went over to the large glass door and opened it a crack as if he were to begin negotiating a way out. Instead, he fired several shots at the police cruisers parked in front of the bank. The police returned fire, sending shattered glass all over the inside of the bank.
"Hold your fire d*mn it!" Captain Price ordered, recognizing the danger that the civilians inside the bank were in. He puts the megaphone he is holding to his mouth again.
"Hold your fire, there is no need for anymore bloodshed. We can resolve this peacefully, and without any more casualties." Then another shot rings out, forcing Price to get back behind the squad cars.
Realizing that the situation is getting worse, the lead masked man began looking around the bank looking for a way out of the bank that didn't involve him being in prison or a body bag.
"Jimmy, go around and check the back, maybe we can get out that way."
The thug that the lead masked man was talking to nodded and went out the back, and came back moments later looking alittle panicked.
"That's covered too, three maybe four units out there. We're trapped."
The lead masked man looks around at the hostages and sets his sights on Juanita Juarez, who is still huddled in the corner. He quickly moves over to her and grabs her by the hair, forcing her to her feet. "GET UP!" he screams at her. She lets out a cry as he forces her against the wall.
"Everyone up, NOW!" He screams at the hostages, as the other masked men corral the remaining hostages up against the same wall as Juanita.
"Alright folks, this is real simple. We're getting out of here, and you're all going to make sure that we get out safely. We're all going to walk out together, and your gonna be standing right in front of us as a human shield. If the pigs open fire, you'll be there to make sure that we don't get hit. And if you try to run, make no mistake about it, I will shoot you. Now, are we all clear on that?"
Suddenly confusion takes over as there is an explosion of glass, and what can almost be described as some sort of whirlwind inside the bank. The gunmen and hostages gather their wits and they see a man standing before them. He is dressed in a dark blue body suit with silver bands on the arms and legs, a blue and silver cape, and he has a thin mask that is the same shade of blue as his costume. The man just stands there as the gunmen open fire on him. The gunmen and hostages stand there in amazement as they watch the bullets just bounce off him.
"Oh no, this ain't hapening, this AIN'T happening!" The lead thug shrieks as he continues to fire his weapon until it runs out of bullets. Then the man fires optic blasts at the four masked men's weapons, knocking them from their grips. The man in blue grabs the first masked man and tosses him into a wall, obviously holding back as to not serious injure the man.
"That's enough guys, it's over. Give it up and nobody has to get hurt." He says to the other three men. They think it over for a moment, and then stand down.
Moments later the man leads the hostages and the masked men out of the bank to the police who are waiting down on the street. When he met Captain Price and the other officers they just stood there for a moment looking at him, not knowing what to make of this new player in the city.
"Thanks for the help son." Captain Price felt somewhat embarrassed at the hokiness of what he said, but it was all he was able to muster.
"I'm just glad I was able to help sir." Then in front of the police, and the media that had gathered at the bank, he just flew away.