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i dont recommend getting a pinched nerve, especially in your leg
8 yrs ago
Just a few more hours and i get to dissappear for 10 days. The place we are going has some wonderful views.
8 yrs ago
wow talk about nostalgia. Things to do while your bored, look up "the cluefinders."
8 yrs ago
bored
8 yrs ago
what? its already been a year here? *looks around* well other than loseing a bunch of wieght not much has changed.
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Sup im sword just got here and am getting a feel for things.
Well i got a feel for things and i think ill stay... also recovering from spine surgery sucks but is better than ending up in the emergency room again.
@The Narrator I hope this is acceptable, if any changes need to be made please let me know.
Name: Victor Asimov and Algarin the Mighty
Age: 57 (looks 25)
Appearance:
Victor stands at 6’ and weighs roughly 215 lbs. he is very muscular and fit with orange hair that usually stops just above his shoulders. His eyes glow with a subtle orange color and can easily be seen in the dark. His skin is covered in scars and ritual tattoos that also glow, the brighter the glow the more restless the beast inside grows. The man tends to wear long trench coats and thick clothes that can cover most of the glow from his markings.
This creature, weighs over 500 lbs. and stands at about 9ft. It burns. Char marks follow it wherever it goes. Cracks in its skin reveal glowing embers of pure otherworldly fire. Waves of visual distortion float off of it from the intense heat. Little can stop its onslaught of unadulterated force and flame. It is a being whose name is derived from the infernal Ifrits from middle-eastern mythology. Those that find themselves the target for the righteous fury of an Efreet have but one choice – to pray.
Classification: Cursed Human - Forced to endure a ritual that bonded him to a lesser god of fire. something they have kept secret from the others, is with the process of forcing the god from his plain and binding him to the mortal. The god was fractured and is continually looking for a lost piece of themselves so that they may regain their lost power.
This god calls himself Algarin and says he was once called Ognebog, the slavic fire god, sent here to root out and destroy evil beings with righteous flame.
Powers:
Shifting - the basis of shifting for him requires blood, either from him or someone else that’s nearby as long as he is trying to summon Algarin to this plane. Victor will collapse and sink into a pool of black liquid that forms at his feet. This process can be stopped if someone grabs him and stops him from sinking. The liquid cannot be removed from this pool and if it is it evaporates quickly. Within 15 to 30 seconds after Victor disappears completely in the liquid, Algarin will climb out of the pool which will quickly disappear behind him. Once Algarin is done his form will crumble to dust leaving Victor behind in his place, any clothes or equipment on victor during this change is undamaged.
When he isn’t shifted:
The bond: Due to his bond several things began to change with his physical self. Enhanced strength and stamina, he can lift up to twice his body weight and can stay awake for a few days without sleep or fight for more than a few continuous hours before passing out. His body can heal from wounds in nearly half the time as it could before. And the last thing is the voice in his head has told him he will live for 1 to 2 hundred years longer than average.
When he is shifted:
Spirit of Fire - He is essentially living stone and holy flame and is anything but subtle, his flames cannot be extinguished (But can be diminished slightly by choice) and when submerged the water around him boils. Anything or anyone that strikes him through melee takes damage and possibly gets set on fire. He is also extremely strong and durable.
Fire Skin - Anything that he touches burns or chars, anything flammable within close proximity of him catches fire.
Dragons Breath - He can breathe fire out in front of him in a wide swath, other than this fire being holy it burns just like normal fire.
Fire and Brimstone - His most powerful magical ability is that he can call forth a cosmic barrage in a large area centered on him that strikes all enemy’s around him, this barrage comes from the sky to his position and the falling fire balls seem to be conjured by magic.
Immunities - When in this form he is immune to all fire, plasma, and explosive attacks and sources.
Speech - He can only talk to people in this form through limited telepathy, he can’t read minds only project his voice.
Senses – He can sense evil nearby but can’t pin point it, can see heat signatures, and has night vision.
Skills: Strengths: + Hand to hand combat – Victor has had extensive training in hand-to-hand combat to better improve his combat capabilities.
+ Distraction – Victor and Algarin are not stealthy or subtle they are there to take the attention of the enemy and fight, as they put it, they will make sure the enemy sees only them and no one else.
+ Demolitions/Engineering – Victor has studied engineering as something to pass the time but it helps during combat if something needs to be destroyed.
+ Range – Although Algarin is mostly close quarters, Victor normally uses ranged attacks and is a good shot.
Weaknesses: > Stealth – as noted above neither Victor nor Algarin are stealthy, Victor is loud and clumsy while also being as bright as a glow stick, while Algarin is literally a walking bonfire.
> Arrogant – even though he does recognize and appreciate the abilities of others he will always see himself as one step above everyone else. He is never afraid to get into a fight, although being smart about it rarely backs down in combat or retreats.
> Compulsion to cleanse – Victor will always have a compulsion to destroy evil and it takes a good amount of his concentration to stifle that compulsion of shifting and fighting, he learned early on that not all evil people are bad guys. As he once put it, “it may have been made by evil, evil left its mark on it sure, but it’s not ruled by evil. Therefore, I can’t destroy it.”
> Blood Ritual – due to his connection with this creature being forced, their bond is not set in stone just yet, it is something that will come in time. Until then once every other month a sacrifice and ritual of blood must be performed in a certain manner to keep the souls of Victor and Algarin intertwined in balance. Without this Victor would be consumed by the spirit of the Efreet and in turn Algarin would be set loose, left unchecked to burn the evil and corruption from this world. Sure some would like to see this, but without Victor, Algarin would not discriminate and does not have a Grey area. You’re either evil or you’re not.
> The cold can kill - Although Algarin has no trouble in water the cold is another matter for both of them. his flames are harder to wield when in the cold or when facing someone who can wield ice. over time it will gradually begin to tense up their joints making both of them sluggish and slow. if the temperature drops to far or the enemy keeps up their attacks they would have a very good chance at defeating them or killing them.
Artifacts or Weapons:
Victor holds no Artifacts but does have a few weapons. A simple long sword that he also wields with a pistol. A standard issue Guardian Knights assault rifle.
Algarin uses his own weapons
His heavy fists are normally used for both demolition and hand-to-hand combat. Wields a whip of flame that can extend from either of his arms.
Personality:
Victor is a strong willed individual, self-righteous, with an air of superiority around him that rivals that of the most elite guardian knights. A moral conviction to fight and purge evil from where ever he can find it, this combined with the feeling of being unstoppable gives him pride in what he’s doing. He can be prone to violence when angered and at times can have a short fuse. However, everything he does, he does to protect the innocent. He likes to help people and whenever he’s not being a dick he will help others. Silent at times he cares little for insults and he feels sorry for anyone that would hurt the few people he calls friends.
Biography:
Honestly other than bits and pieces here and there Victor doesn’t really remember anything from before the ritual, whenever he tries he is riddled with headaches. What he does remember of his past is strange. He remembers being cold, tied down to a stone slab during a full moon, surrounded by robed figures, and dead people. The blood of these poor souls had been gathered and spread around the stones in intricate runes and designs that were all centered onto him. Even he was covered with blood markings and strange tattoos, then everything went dark as the robed figures began to chant.
He can’t remember what they were saying, whenever he tries his mind seems to lose track of what he was thinking about, and he just carries on like nothing happened. He does remember the pain, that horrendous pain that hurt his very soul, and then the darkness as if he was suddenly adrift in a painful void. Something in him called out into the void and someone answered, a being that called himself Algarin the mighty. In a moment the void turned to fire and madness. He always just assumed that part of the forced deal was that his memory and some of his sanity would be taken in exchange for the bond.
Apparently the Robed figures, this cult of blood, were hoping to summon a demon that they could control and wage a war against the Order of Holy Knights that had been troubling them for so long. But in their ignorance came only death and flame, once the creature appeared it burned them, leaving nothing but a charred stone circle that still held its engravings and ash. Victor didn’t know how long it had been, but he woke, hungry, cold, but stronger, with a new sense of purpose, and a voice in his head to guide the way.
For the next twenty years he hunted down destroying evil while also eluding the Holy Knights and their conquest to contain, secure, and protect everyone from everything else. More than a few times he had the opportunity to kill or otherwise destroy these knights but didn’t, he only did it once when he was trapped and left with no other option than to run a few of them through to get out. But not before telling them that they could not stop his crusade of fire. He did not know it at the time but the things that had lured him into this trap where part of the old Judas squad.
After a time he got a strange thought in his head after having a chat with a former Holy Knight who had a bit too much to drink, this man told him of the Judas squad and what they were basically tasked with. The man wouldn’t go into specifics no matter how much he pried but Victor got a rather strange idea, for some it could just have well been a near suicidal idea but if it worked… the possibilities. So one day Victor entered the local headquarters of the Holy Knights and turned himself in, under the condition that he be able to join this unit.
After a few weeks of explaining of how he was on their side and how he was not effected by their holy relics, they sent him to this Special unit of theirs. His reasoning’s for him was sound, these knights had resources he didn’t and could quite literally send him anywhere in the world to fight greater evils than what he was doing on his own. This and he would have better access to more training and what he could only hope would be some sort of knowledge about his origins. He has been with them for the last seventeen years now. The Order has made several accommodations as to allow him to properly do his ritual, be able to let the big guy out now and then in a controlled environment, and he hasn’t regretted his decision yet.
Likes: + Warm food + Exercise + Protecting people + Listening to the stories of others + Shooting guns
Dislikes: - Getting lost - Needless violence - Hot days - Thief's
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Special Talent: Can take a hit and keep going. whether it be a punch, getting shot, or getting hit emotionally. he doesn't just break down and cry he keeps going.
Profession: Former Army Ranger, took up a job offer as private security with his friend while also doing some part time body guard work at the House of Lords.
Your character's favorite song: Zaid Tabani - Umeshoryu
Personality: A strong stoic man, Victor tends to be quiet around new people while also being driven to get the job done. He likes to protect others and help when he can, seeing others happy because of his actions and words makes him feel better, the man can be a bit generous too. He can be cold or distant some times and doesn't like to talk about his past too much. His time in the military left him a driven individual who is very serious when it comes to his job but is otherwise respectful and relaxed. He can be awkward at times and can be a bit of a dick when he thinks its funny, but is otherwise a good guy or at least tries to be.
Bio: Victor grew up with a single mother moving from place to place and having a lot of her "friends" over at different times. He grew up fast in that life, living below the poverty line when your only escape was going to school. Being quiet and listening to others was just something he did and got used too, never really caused any trouble and kept his head low up until high school. From there he became a bit more out going and friendly, he still tried to stay as far away from home as he could.
When he turned 18 him and a few friends signed up for the delayed entry program with the army, with his placement scores he was able to get a good ranger contract. And so, a week after he graduated he was off to basic and from there a few other schools. Before he knew it he was in the rangers his group was tasked to Afghanistan burning poppy fields and fighting through the mountains. He did this until he was 25, after receiving a letter from his mother saying she was in hospice and wouldn't be around too much longer.
When he came back he joined up with a private security team and stayed with his mother before she died two years later. In that time she told him about his real father, how he was just a fling and probably didn't know he even existed. She gave him the address of where his fathers mother was before she died. He put in a transfer request to the company's Sol city branch with his friend Deacon, doing armed security at a place called House of lords. Now all he had to do was see if his mother wasn't lying and work up the courage to go find the other half of his family.
Tell us about yourself:
*Your age: mid to late 20's *What part of the world are you from? US west coast *How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: a few months here and about 10 years else where. *How often do you have time to post? once or twice every other day if I have the time. more if I'm bored. *Anything else: not really
"These are the things that make a good story great and good writers even greater."
Yeah i see your point. Would you be ok if he joined the private security at that rich peoples tower place? Was also thinking about body guard part time.
The mutant kept quiet as the man under him struggled and insulted him, though he did seem to be easing up a bit as time went on. The doctor seemed to be doing his job quite well and didn’t seem too bothered by him being there. However, the others in the makeshift clinic seemed to be too concerned with their own needs to bother with him or the doctor.
He kept silent until he heard them mention his dog tags that he noticed had slipped out, “Judging by your assumption and tone I’m guessing you don’t like the Brotherhood of steel”
A quiet sigh escaped the mutant, and he closed his eyes rubbing the bridge of his nose before speaking, “listen before I start with the story telling, you should both be aware of a very, well as other humans have put it, unsettling discovery. Other than the good doctor here, I’m probably the most intelligent person in this settlement”
Pausing for a moment to let it sink in, “now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, these holotags are mine from my time in the Brotherhood of Steel.” The mutant moved the bandages out of the way so the doctor could stitch the man up.
“I attained the rank of knight captain and commanded three squads, all of which were made up of super mutants and humans. But after a critical mission failure and returning to a destroyed headquarters. I went into voluntary exile and haven’t dealt with them since.” Again he paused, he wasn’t entirely sure if they would even believe him and his stories.
Putting the bandage back over the man’s stitched wounds he continued to talk, “I know of those orange mutants, their strain of FEV seemed corrupted or damaged. This in turn makes it, so they don’t stop growing and that sensation is very painful, with that pain comes insanity.”
Another sigh as he adjusts his monocle, “although it is strange that the super mutants here use actual hounds instead of the variations of centaurs that many other mutants use in the capitol wasteland, in new California, and across the Mojave. That being said I’m unsure what kind of FEV was used on the super mutants here, from what I can tell it looks like it was tampered with or maybe a new strain.”
He was rambling, he knew he was but at least this way he figured they would know more about him. “But I was turned in 2163 in New California and recruited into the master’s army. The FEV used was a pure strain of FEV II, dip subjects into the solution and bam. Instant mutants. Most had the normal decrease in intelligence, it was uncommon for them to retain their intelligence, rare for it to increase and rarer still for it to greatly increase. I fall into the rare category.”
The mutant paused as he moved Steve’s hand over his bandage, “keep pressure until the bleeding stops.” He stood and whipped the blood off his hands moving over to the other injured female, “come doctor there are still more wounded to care too, I’m not the best medic but I’ve been around long enough to know what to do as long as you tell me what to do.” He could only imagine that the doctor’s slow reactions were due to him over thinking the situation, so he was simply just trying to keep the man moving.
Gorge looked over the female who was beginning to show signs of shock, “what about this one then? Looks like that matriarch got her rather well in the shoulder. Did you disinfect it yet?” he spoke while grabbing a few more blankets off another cot and placing them under the girl’s feet to prop them up while he waited for the doctor.
Sup im sword just got here and am getting a feel for things.
Well i got a feel for things and i think ill stay... also recovering from spine surgery sucks but is better than ending up in the emergency room again.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Sup im sword just got here and am getting a feel for things.<br><br>Well i got a feel for things and i think ill stay... also recovering from spine surgery sucks but is better than ending up in the emergency room again.</div>
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