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SON OF A BITCH!
Aren't you supposed to be making an IC starting post rather than snatching away my secure seat of power?!
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SON OF A BITCH!
Aren't you supposed to be making an IC starting post rather than snatching away my secure seat of power?!
Freeshooter92 said
I like her, she's perfectly balanced, you don't need to change anything, and no fluff issues.However, I'm not sure how much she can actually fly, and she may have to spend most of her time on the ground, and I'm not sure if that's very fun. Are you okay with that? the last thing I want is for any of my players to not have fun.
Don't worry. If her plane breaks Dirae can fix it....if anything non-organic breaks, she can fix it. TEAM MECHANIC FTW.
Sundered Echo said
Or so you say 0.0Because of the nature of Weather Angels, at least as I interpret them, this is an arch-angel i'm using, though I wouldn't class her that way, especially since the majority of her life has been carried out as essentially an extension of the land. Presently I think wiping a city off the map is the most she can do at once.... Just wait until she discovers the full extent of tectonics though.
Archangels are classified two ways. Either the Angel went through the grueling and potentially mind shattering process of remembering all of their past lives, or they never died.
Tectonics...You're gonna crash Eurasia into Africa aren't you?!?!
Sundered Echo said
Well, next to that I feel positively weak xD
Welcome to Mary's world.
yosh said he's dormant and/or dead atm.
ATM! He'll be back!
Freeshooter92 said
Alright, where to start.
He gets bonus points immediately because Planetside 2 is fucking awesome.
The Blackguard? PFFFFT. We could take them with both arms and one leg tied behind our back! ;)
You'll be fine. Luciana in her prime had five forms, and two of them could have single handedly wiped out all life in at least one nation.
On a side note The Godspawn is in the codex.
Username: Rtron The Magnificent
Name: Dirae (Die-ray)
Race: Siren
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Homeland: UMBRA
Appearance:
Her eyes are odd. The pupils are a golden yellow, while the Sclera are pitch black, with white dots scattered around them, like stars in the night sky. She wears her lovely little mask(altered so that she can sing and be heard clearly, but her breath can't be seen) to hide the fact that whenever she breathes, gold and black gasses alternate in coloring her breath. Her hair color is purple. She's wearing a vest covered with pockets for tidbits and useful items she's found. All of her clothing has pockets sewn into it as well.
Size: 5ft 3in
Elemental Affinity: Dark
Bio: Dirae was born in UMBRA, under unusual circumstances. Her mother was a Siren with Dark affinity, visiting the lands of Light. She was just curious to see what other lands were like, compared to the darkly beautiful lands of UMBRA. She was in a bar when she met the God of Light, Adon. Or at least, the form he chose to take that day. Dirae's questioning of her mother gave her vague details at best, and dear old dad certainly wasn't around to tell her what happened, so she had to accept her mother's short and to the point explanation. Several ounces of potent liquour had been consumed by the both of them, they talked and liked each other like they assuredly wouldn't have if they had both been sober, one thing led to another, and when she woke up the next morning, a God was fading away in the light, leaving the words 'this never happened'. And so she behaved like in never happened, continuing to wander RUNE. That is, until it became clear she was pregnant.
Luckily for Dirae, and her mother, she had been visiting home when it became apparent. So there was no long traveling ot get home before the baby was delivered. Unfortunately, the Goddes of Dark, Auna, noticed that one of her followers had been impregnated by the God of Light. His essence was in her child. She took slight offense to this, and decided to counteract his involvement, but putting her some of her own essence into the child. The result?
Pain. Excruciating, agonizing, pain whenever the two godly essences inside of Dirae decide they can't get along and play nice. It's happened less and less as she's grown, but its still happens far to often for Dirae's taste. Like whenever she does something that one or the other thinks is overly selfish or selfless, or whenever she tries to stay out of stranger's problems or gets involved in their problems. Or a host of other personality conflicts.
Her father's followers mostly view her as something to be protected and preserved. Which means, they want to lock her up and never let her see the light of day in the name of protection. Those few that don't want to protect her want to kill her, viewing the dark 'taint' of Auna as something that has corrupted her and to free her from the 'pain' of having Auna's touch, they must kill her. Auna's followers at least are constant. They want her dead. The mass public however, couldn't care less about her. But, when they inevitably notice her breath, word would eventually reach her father's worshippers, or Auna's worshippers, and she'd have to leave before she was either imprisoned or killed. Or both.
At the age of fifteen, she left home to explore UMBRA and the world. For the most part, it's been relatively prejudicial, maniacal, religous, murderous, zealot free. Except for when her mask comes off and she breathes out and they ask questions she has long since stopped giving believable lies for. Adventure awaits! And with adventure, perhaps anonymity.
Personality: Dirae prefers her machine and magical creations to people. They're less likely to try and kill you for something you couldn't help being, or try and lock you up for your 'safety' because of your divine blood, or expect you to do divine acts by calling upon your godly parent. Her personality can...differ. Some days(or even hours) she might be as Selfish and Driven as her Dark affintiy demands. Others, she'll go with what the Light essence in her says, and be selfless and humble. There is one constant, however. She's protective. If you've earned her trust and friendship(and sometimes if you haven't), the two essences in her will actually be nice and work together to help her protect you from any harm. She also has split personality to the extreme. Someitmes, when the pain of two essences battling insid of her becomes to much, her normal mind will recede from the rest of her, to recuperate and watch. Whichever Essence is winning will take over for a time, and she will act exactly according to that essence's desires.
Skills: Singing, especially without using her magic. Since her magic depends on her voice, she really is a wonderful singer. If you can notice that when she's trying to kill you, anyways. Creation, both magical and technological. Give her the proper materials, and she can make something useful with her hands, or at least repair and/or improve an item. Magical wise, she's adept at using her voice to create things(illusions, elemental attacks, golems, etc.) for both defense and offensive purposes.
Equipment: A revolver, and a toolbelt(filled with tools, naturally).
Other: Has she mentioned the voices in her head? The two essences inside of her have developed personalities and voices of their own. They argue almost constantly, but she's managed to develop the skill of ignoring them to such a fine degree that she only notices an annoying buzz in the back of her mind.
She also has a, tiny, pet mechanical dragon. It's technically magical, but she created it with technology and gave it gimmicks and things to help her on repairs and building. The magic is only a source of power, to give it personality and life. It's roughly the size of a billards ball(when it's curled up into a ball in the crook of Dirae's shoulder), and is 6 inches from nose to tail tip.
Name: Dirae (Die-ray)
Race: Siren
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Homeland: UMBRA
Appearance:
Her eyes are odd. The pupils are a golden yellow, while the Sclera are pitch black, with white dots scattered around them, like stars in the night sky. She wears her lovely little mask(altered so that she can sing and be heard clearly, but her breath can't be seen) to hide the fact that whenever she breathes, gold and black gasses alternate in coloring her breath. Her hair color is purple. She's wearing a vest covered with pockets for tidbits and useful items she's found. All of her clothing has pockets sewn into it as well.
Size: 5ft 3in
Elemental Affinity: Dark
Bio: Dirae was born in UMBRA, under unusual circumstances. Her mother was a Siren with Dark affinity, visiting the lands of Light. She was just curious to see what other lands were like, compared to the darkly beautiful lands of UMBRA. She was in a bar when she met the God of Light, Adon. Or at least, the form he chose to take that day. Dirae's questioning of her mother gave her vague details at best, and dear old dad certainly wasn't around to tell her what happened, so she had to accept her mother's short and to the point explanation. Several ounces of potent liquour had been consumed by the both of them, they talked and liked each other like they assuredly wouldn't have if they had both been sober, one thing led to another, and when she woke up the next morning, a God was fading away in the light, leaving the words 'this never happened'. And so she behaved like in never happened, continuing to wander RUNE. That is, until it became clear she was pregnant.
Luckily for Dirae, and her mother, she had been visiting home when it became apparent. So there was no long traveling ot get home before the baby was delivered. Unfortunately, the Goddes of Dark, Auna, noticed that one of her followers had been impregnated by the God of Light. His essence was in her child. She took slight offense to this, and decided to counteract his involvement, but putting her some of her own essence into the child. The result?
Pain. Excruciating, agonizing, pain whenever the two godly essences inside of Dirae decide they can't get along and play nice. It's happened less and less as she's grown, but its still happens far to often for Dirae's taste. Like whenever she does something that one or the other thinks is overly selfish or selfless, or whenever she tries to stay out of stranger's problems or gets involved in their problems. Or a host of other personality conflicts.
Her father's followers mostly view her as something to be protected and preserved. Which means, they want to lock her up and never let her see the light of day in the name of protection. Those few that don't want to protect her want to kill her, viewing the dark 'taint' of Auna as something that has corrupted her and to free her from the 'pain' of having Auna's touch, they must kill her. Auna's followers at least are constant. They want her dead. The mass public however, couldn't care less about her. But, when they inevitably notice her breath, word would eventually reach her father's worshippers, or Auna's worshippers, and she'd have to leave before she was either imprisoned or killed. Or both.
At the age of fifteen, she left home to explore UMBRA and the world. For the most part, it's been relatively prejudicial, maniacal, religous, murderous, zealot free. Except for when her mask comes off and she breathes out and they ask questions she has long since stopped giving believable lies for. Adventure awaits! And with adventure, perhaps anonymity.
Personality: Dirae prefers her machine and magical creations to people. They're less likely to try and kill you for something you couldn't help being, or try and lock you up for your 'safety' because of your divine blood, or expect you to do divine acts by calling upon your godly parent. Her personality can...differ. Some days(or even hours) she might be as Selfish and Driven as her Dark affintiy demands. Others, she'll go with what the Light essence in her says, and be selfless and humble. There is one constant, however. She's protective. If you've earned her trust and friendship(and sometimes if you haven't), the two essences in her will actually be nice and work together to help her protect you from any harm. She also has split personality to the extreme. Someitmes, when the pain of two essences battling insid of her becomes to much, her normal mind will recede from the rest of her, to recuperate and watch. Whichever Essence is winning will take over for a time, and she will act exactly according to that essence's desires.
Skills: Singing, especially without using her magic. Since her magic depends on her voice, she really is a wonderful singer. If you can notice that when she's trying to kill you, anyways. Creation, both magical and technological. Give her the proper materials, and she can make something useful with her hands, or at least repair and/or improve an item. Magical wise, she's adept at using her voice to create things(illusions, elemental attacks, golems, etc.) for both defense and offensive purposes.
Equipment: A revolver, and a toolbelt(filled with tools, naturally).
Other: Has she mentioned the voices in her head? The two essences inside of her have developed personalities and voices of their own. They argue almost constantly, but she's managed to develop the skill of ignoring them to such a fine degree that she only notices an annoying buzz in the back of her mind.
She also has a, tiny, pet mechanical dragon. It's technically magical, but she created it with technology and gave it gimmicks and things to help her on repairs and building. The magic is only a source of power, to give it personality and life. It's roughly the size of a billards ball(when it's curled up into a ball in the crook of Dirae's shoulder), and is 6 inches from nose to tail tip.
Lucien
The Tamer Angel looked up at him with fear filled eyes as he stood above her. His sword was stabbed through her shoulder, pinning her to the ground, and she glanced quickly to about her looking for allies. “There’s no one to help you. Your pet demons are dead. The Battle Angel with you is dead. The Musician who joined you is dead.” Lucien bared his teeth in what barely passed as a grin. “You’re all alone. It’s just you and me.” The copse he had chosen to fight against his pursuers had unfortunately contained a camped Musician who had heard he was in the area, and was planning on executing the Renegade Angel. What was supposed to be a structured defense turned into another struggle for survival. The battle had left the area ravaged. Small craters dotted the ruined landscape and most of the trees had been reduced to stumps. Lucien’s armor was covered in blood, bits of gore, and was rent and broken in several places. There was a headless Angel corpse, still clutching her blade, leaning against one of the few trees still standing. Demon limbs and gore were scattered everywhere, and a human lay slumped over his violin, his throat slashed.
Pushing his blade down to the hilt into her shoulder and the ground, drawing a cry of pain, he stepped back. “Don’t go anywhere just yet. I have a job for you. But first…” Lucian picked up the Battle Angel’s head, gently placing it next to her body. Quickly, occasionally glancing over to where the Tamer was to make sure the Angel hadn’t tried to escape, he built a small funeral pyre and placed the Battle Angel’s body on it. Carefully, almost tenderly, he arranged it with the sword on her chest and both hands grasping the hilt. Her head was placed so that only a close look would show the decapitation. Then he walked over to the Musician’s still smoldering fire and picked up half a dozen burning coals and put them in the pyre. Any burns they caused were immediately healed. As the corpse began to burn, he returned to the trapped Angel.
The Tamer looked distinctly uncomfortable and on the verge of panic, and for more than just the madman above her and the sword in her shoulder, Lucien knew. Her wings were pinned beneath her, and for someone who has lived most of their life with them, feeling them trapped was one of the least calming things that could happen. Lucien sympathized. If she hadn’t been trying to kill him not a few minutes ago, he would have let her up. As it was, he leaned down close to her, mindful that she still could move her hands. “I want you to deliver a message to the Cowards, the Council as they pathetically call themselves. Tell them I’m coming. Tell them there is no where they can hide, no where that is safe from me. And tell the rest of the Angels that I’ll only kill those who try to defend them. I’ll even let them put me on trial and execute me after I’ve exterminated the Cowards.” He yanked the sword out of her shoulder, drawing another scream. “Go! Before I change my mind and decide to write the message in your blood!”
Scrambling to her feet and practically springing away, she unsteadily took flight, flapped her wings twice, and then was gone. Almost as soon as she left, Lucien’s knees buckled and he threw up, spewing black liquid all over the ground. His eyes looked blood shot, only all the veins were black instead of red. They pulsed for a few seconds as he threw up, then retreated away from his iris once more. Lucien slowly picked himself up. “Not yet. They’re not dead. Not yet.” He snarled. Looking back at the burning corpse of the Battle Angel, regret and anguish crossed his features. Then he locked them away behind an iron door of hate, rage, and the desire for vengeance. He would mourn and regret his sins when they all lay dead at his feet.
The Tamer Angel looked up at him with fear filled eyes as he stood above her. His sword was stabbed through her shoulder, pinning her to the ground, and she glanced quickly to about her looking for allies. “There’s no one to help you. Your pet demons are dead. The Battle Angel with you is dead. The Musician who joined you is dead.” Lucien bared his teeth in what barely passed as a grin. “You’re all alone. It’s just you and me.” The copse he had chosen to fight against his pursuers had unfortunately contained a camped Musician who had heard he was in the area, and was planning on executing the Renegade Angel. What was supposed to be a structured defense turned into another struggle for survival. The battle had left the area ravaged. Small craters dotted the ruined landscape and most of the trees had been reduced to stumps. Lucien’s armor was covered in blood, bits of gore, and was rent and broken in several places. There was a headless Angel corpse, still clutching her blade, leaning against one of the few trees still standing. Demon limbs and gore were scattered everywhere, and a human lay slumped over his violin, his throat slashed.
Pushing his blade down to the hilt into her shoulder and the ground, drawing a cry of pain, he stepped back. “Don’t go anywhere just yet. I have a job for you. But first…” Lucian picked up the Battle Angel’s head, gently placing it next to her body. Quickly, occasionally glancing over to where the Tamer was to make sure the Angel hadn’t tried to escape, he built a small funeral pyre and placed the Battle Angel’s body on it. Carefully, almost tenderly, he arranged it with the sword on her chest and both hands grasping the hilt. Her head was placed so that only a close look would show the decapitation. Then he walked over to the Musician’s still smoldering fire and picked up half a dozen burning coals and put them in the pyre. Any burns they caused were immediately healed. As the corpse began to burn, he returned to the trapped Angel.
The Tamer looked distinctly uncomfortable and on the verge of panic, and for more than just the madman above her and the sword in her shoulder, Lucien knew. Her wings were pinned beneath her, and for someone who has lived most of their life with them, feeling them trapped was one of the least calming things that could happen. Lucien sympathized. If she hadn’t been trying to kill him not a few minutes ago, he would have let her up. As it was, he leaned down close to her, mindful that she still could move her hands. “I want you to deliver a message to the Cowards, the Council as they pathetically call themselves. Tell them I’m coming. Tell them there is no where they can hide, no where that is safe from me. And tell the rest of the Angels that I’ll only kill those who try to defend them. I’ll even let them put me on trial and execute me after I’ve exterminated the Cowards.” He yanked the sword out of her shoulder, drawing another scream. “Go! Before I change my mind and decide to write the message in your blood!”
Scrambling to her feet and practically springing away, she unsteadily took flight, flapped her wings twice, and then was gone. Almost as soon as she left, Lucien’s knees buckled and he threw up, spewing black liquid all over the ground. His eyes looked blood shot, only all the veins were black instead of red. They pulsed for a few seconds as he threw up, then retreated away from his iris once more. Lucien slowly picked himself up. “Not yet. They’re not dead. Not yet.” He snarled. Looking back at the burning corpse of the Battle Angel, regret and anguish crossed his features. Then he locked them away behind an iron door of hate, rage, and the desire for vengeance. He would mourn and regret his sins when they all lay dead at his feet.
Freeshooter92 said
Then you're missing out. I'd get a PS2 if I were you. they're pretty damn cheap now, I got mine for fifty bucks. The Jak games tend to go for around 15 bucks each on amazon.If you've got a PS3 you can get the HD collection with the three main games for about twenty bucks from gamestop, but I wouldn't advise buying a PS3 just for that.
Oh I've got both. Just never got into them. My PS2 days were spent on games like Spyro and Battlefront.
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