Ryteb Pymeroce

Three Kingdoms War (Dynasty Warriors RP)

Just as a side, I feel like we should be able to change history due to our involvement, like how completing optional objectives in DW8 leads to a superior outcome.

Three Kingdoms War (Dynasty Warriors RP)

NAME: Ryteb Pyarros
GENDER: Male
AGE: 32
COMMANDING OFFICER/KINGDOM/UNAFFILIATED: Cao Cao, Wei
WEAPON/MAGIC OF PREFERENCE: Ryteb uses fire and illusion magic to bend the battlefield to his will.
OCCUPATION: Strategist

HISTORY OF CHARACTER: Harking from Japan, he fled his home country due to a misunderstanding involving a couple of angered husbands. He wished to make his mark upon the strings of history, and decided to throw his lot in with Cao Cao, as he was one of the few leaders who judged his allies based on their skill rather than pedigree or nationality.

PERSONALITY: In everyday life, Ryteb acts the fool, and plays that part well, but under his daft demeanour, there lies a shrewd tactician. His presence on the battlefield is like Athena, remaining cold, calm, and collected no matter how bad thing may seem. His strategies are based in large part on the weaknesses of his opponents, having often planned for a battle weeks in advance. A major flaw in his character is his womanising tendencies, and he has often been found post coitus with women of... negotiable affection.

HAIR: Flame Red locks, which comes down to the small of his back
EYES: Orange with a mischievous look to them
FACE AND FACIAL HAIR: Effeminate, and smooth as a newborn
SKIN: Relatively pale, similar to porcelain
BODY: Short and lithe, his body structure is closer to that of a woman than a man.
CLOTHING/ARMOUR: Wears a green kimono tied with a golden sash, along with a pair of wooden sandals.

LIKES: Fireworks, Tea, Reading, Women
DISLIKES: Brutes, Alcohol, Dogs

AMBITIONS: To unite China under one banner
REASONS FOR AMBITIONS: His ambition is not based on altruism or a desire for monetary gain. From his studies, he has learnt that only the winners will be remembered, while the rest fall to obscurity.

Three Kingdoms War (Dynasty Warriors RP)

NAME: Ryteb Pyarros
GENDER: Male
AGE: 32
COMMANDING OFFICER/KINGDOM/UNAFFILIATED: Cao Cao, Wei
WEAPON/MAGIC OF PREFERENCE: Ryteb uses fire and illusion magic to bend the battlefield to his will.
OCCUPATION: Strategist

HISTORY OF CHARACTER: Harking from Japan, he fled his home country due to a misunderstanding involving a couple of angered husbands. He wished to make his mark upon the strings of history, and decided to throw his lot in with Cao Cao, as he was one of the few leaders who judged his allies based on their skill rather than pedigree or nationality.

PERSONALITY: In everyday life, Ryteb acts the fool, and plays that part well, but under his daft demeanour, there lies a shrewd tactician. His presence on the battlefield is like Athena, remaining cold, calm, and collected no matter how bad thing may seem. His strategies are based in large part on the weaknesses of his opponents, having often planned for a battle weeks in advance. A major flaw in his character is his womanising tendencies, and he has often been found post coitus with women of... negotiable affection.

HAIR: Flame Red locks, which comes down to the small of his back
EYES: Orange with a mischievous look to them
FACE AND FACIAL HAIR: Effeminate, and smooth as a newborn
SKIN: Relatively pale, similar to porcelain
BODY: Short and lithe, his body structure is closer to that of a woman than a man.
CLOTHING/ARMOUR: Wears a green kimono tied with a golden sash, along with a pair of wooden sandals.

LIKES: Fireworks, Tea, Reading, Women
DISLIKES: Brutes, Alcohol, Dogs

AMBITIONS: To unite China under one banner
REASONS FOR AMBITIONS: His ambition is not based on altruism or a desire for monetary gain. From his studies, he has learnt that only the winners will be remembered, while the rest fall to obscurity.

RWBY: Grim Dawn

Interested

Dynasty Warriors RP

Hells yeah.

One Piece: On Stranger Tides

When are we starting this thing?

Variance

On top of a building opposite the bank, Ryteb clicked his tongue in annoyance. How could those idiots do something so... boring. Moreover, this would hurt everyone who patronised the establishment, not just the rich fat cats who abused their power. Perhaps the Fire Fox should put these bastards in their place...

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Quickly changing into his dashing costume, he cursed the fact that he didn't have time to create a more elaborate entrance, so he'd have to make due. Throwing a ball of plasma into the air, it exploded into a giant fox shaped firework. Using two spurts of fireworks near his feet, he illuminated himself to attract the attention of everyone around.

In a big stage voice, and hijacking the local radios, he announced himself.
"Citizens of New Haven, the Fire Fox will put an end to these miscreants desercating the name of good thievery. Make sure to get some good seats to enjoy the spectacular event."

After saying that, he appeared to walk over thin air to the bank, more fireworks going off all around so that the police couldn't get a clear shot at him. When he was atop the roof of the bank, he made some new illuminations and grinned towards the news cameras.

"Tonight, the fox will save the henhouse!" He proclaimed, as he raised his wand and created another fiery fox, this time over the bank building. You had to give the folks a good show, after all, they are giving you their attention.

Variance

[March 16th 2126 - 3:35pm]

No matter how hard I try, I always end up coming back to Wonderland. It was one of many shithole bars in this giant cesspit of the city, but at least the drinks are cheap and the clientele are honest... at least more so than much of the scum you see round here. You see to much in my kind of work to believe in the goodness of humanity.

My client died today. Killed, as a warning for me to stop digging my nose into the matters of the Falconis. That's the third time this month, and they were the few people brave enough to ask for help. As I always said, life looks a lot better through the bottom of a glass. Speaking of which...

I tipped my glass in the direction of Alice, the damn fine owner of this crap heap. Such a shame that she batted for the other side. "Another drink, if you'd be sho kind," I said, a slight slur entering my voice, "I need to drown my sorrows..."

Variance

Say hi to Merci. I'll write up his back story later...

the Count

Name: John Merci
Alias: the Count
Age: Unknown, presumably over a hundred years old
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Hider

Occupation: Criminal Mastermind, Boss of the Night Childe Gang
Family: His Children (Thralls)
Personality: Merci is a mysterious figure, acting mostly through his Thralls. Those who meet him are one of three things, none of them pleasant. Either you are to be his new Thrall, his next meal, or his torture victim. He is cold and calculating, believing all are beneath him. This arrogance is probably his greatest weakness, as it has led to NOVA almost capturing him on several occasions.

Notoriety: Wanted
Class/Level: 6 / Black
Powers/Abilities:
Vampire Physiology
Possesses almost unlimited regeneration ability, and immunity to aging, as well as superhuman speed and agility. As well as this he can use 'Life Essence' which he can adsorb from humans to manipulate minds, create illusions, or even turn people into Thralls. Thralls are completely subservient to him and have superhuman strength and regeneration, but age at an accelerated rate. However, despite possessing these insane powers, he requires Life Essence to sustain him, and will fall into a coma if he does not feed every 48 hours.
Other Skills: Criminal Genius, Master of Torture
Equipment: Night Childe Gang (Human Trafficking Organisation)

Bio: The first appearance of the Count was in 2036. A skinless man was hanged above the Grand Theatre in the Ville Rouge. A post-mortem examination of the body found that he was abused in various forms of torture while he was alive, though no cause of death could actually be found. Over the next few weeks, more of these bodies kept turning up, each showing clear signs of physical abuse, but no definitive cause of death. When an early version of NOVA investigated, they caught the man, codenamed as Ripper, in the act. Though they suffered a number of losses, the forces managed to capture Ripper, however they were unaware of his power of mesmerism. He convinced them to let him go, and say that he'd died in transit.
The first time the name of Count was used was in the May of 2073. A couple of the smaller gangs were sent a message; "You work for me, or you die. ~The Count".
Many of the gang bosses laughed this off, until the head of the Yancy Street Boys was strung up in front of the town hall, with the phrase: "The Count is displeased." carved onto his chest. At the same time, these gray haired people started coming down to the various gangs, to repeat the earlier offer. And so, the smaller gangs were condensed into the Night Childe Gang.
NOVA again investigated the strange occurrences surrounding the Night Childe gang, and managed to drive the Count out of the city, though his Thralls maintained his empire during his absence.
The last interaction with NOVA was at the dawn of the new century. Tired of the incessant hounding by the organisation, Merci created a stronger Thrall, and made him believe that he was the Count. The faux Count was captured by Nova, and exectuted for his various crimes. The Count now works entirely from the shadows, his Thralls being his only link to the outside world.

Variance

Fire Fox

Name: Ryteb Pyarros
Alias: Fire Fox
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Hider

Occupation: Thief
Family: Maria Pyarros (Mother) Arkaen Pyarros (Father) Archibald Pyarros (Grandfather, Deceased)
Personality: Ryteb has a strong sense of theatrics, both in everyday life and while acting as a thief. As such, he only goes after the biggest targets that will have the greatest impact. Although he makes a living by stealing, he is a surprisingly charitable person, dedicating much of his time to helping the less fortunate. As a variant, he takes great pains to hide his ability, making it seem like he's just a skilled pyrotechnician. It isn't that he's ashamed of his gift, but he wants to show the world that humans can't be counted out. His weakness is pretty women, who he will go to absurd lengths to impress.

Notoriety: Unknown
Class/Level: 4 / Red
Powers/Abilities: Flames Embrace Ryteb is able to summon and control plasma at will. His fires can reach temperatures approaching the core of the sun, allowing him to sear through any material on the planet.
Other Skills: A master thief, with all the skills that entails. A brilliant cook. Can hotwire most cars, and has learned to pilot most kinds of vehicle. Is fluent in seven languages.
Equipment: Cape, Fox Mask, Top Hat, Tuxedo, magic set.

Bio: Born in Ireland, to a family of professional thieves, Ryteb spent most of his youth travelling across Europe stealing from all manner of rich folks. The young boy was disappointed in his parents, not because of their criminal lifestyle, but because there was no flair to their thievery.
Ryteb decided to learn from his grandfather, a master thief known in his time as the Silver Fox. He taught Ryteb the way that his parents had abandoned, the way of the noble thief. It was all very well stealing from the Rich, but you had to put on a show, let the people know that someone is standing up against tyrrany.
When Ryteb's powers developed, his Grandfather taught him to restrain his gift, so that his powers wouldn't hurt anyone accidentally. When he was eighteen, he had completed his training, and moved over to America where he started his career as the Fire Fox.