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@ScienMalefica Nah, it's fine. What do you mean by OP? His strength or 'The Power of Friendship?', because I can change those, though I think TPoF is fairly balanced.
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@XxLyraxX Tsup Raxx :P Just waiting on my character to get accepted before posting :D
Name:
David Alexander Robin
Nickname:
Dare
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Species:
Human (Esper)
Special Abilities:
A superhuman body and everything that comes with it (i.e Super strength, durability, etc.) and is immune to all forms of mental compulsions (i.e Illusions, Mind control, etc.); his strength and durability is comparable to 2 tons of TNT.
His more notable ability, however, is something he likes to call 'The Power of Friendship' - this is not a joke. This ability allows him to use the abilities of others as long as two conditions are met. These are:
1. Whoever he is borrowing powers from must be in a mutual friendship with him. If one party does not think so, then he cannot borrow said abilities.
2. He must have the express permission from whoever he is copying powers from.
Also, the stronger his personal bond is, the stronger the abilities he copies will be.
Other:
David Alexander Robin
Nickname:
Dare
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Species:
Human (Esper)
Special Abilities:
A superhuman body and everything that comes with it (i.e Super strength, durability, etc.) and is immune to all forms of mental compulsions (i.e Illusions, Mind control, etc.); his strength and durability is comparable to 2 tons of TNT.
His more notable ability, however, is something he likes to call 'The Power of Friendship' - this is not a joke. This ability allows him to use the abilities of others as long as two conditions are met. These are:
1. Whoever he is borrowing powers from must be in a mutual friendship with him. If one party does not think so, then he cannot borrow said abilities.
2. He must have the express permission from whoever he is copying powers from.
Also, the stronger his personal bond is, the stronger the abilities he copies will be.
Other:
|| Remliel Maion ||
Remliel sighed; it was a sigh of boredom, something that she was becoming an increasing constant in her life. She didn't like it, at all. Getting away from her family and clan for awhile was great; a few more years under that terrible atmosphere would've driven her insane, so when her mother made her school away from them, well, it was by far one of the best birthday presents she'd ever recieved. The problem lay in that she wanted to get away not run away from her family. To Remliel, running away implied not returning, and she fully intended to do so, just not as she was now.
The problem was, she couldn't return as she was now. She got away from the clan to alleviate herself from the constantly disappointed atmosphere that was constantly surrounded her there - going back as she was now would just bring about the same results, so what would be the point of coming here in the first place? If Remliel was to return, she would see to it that she could do so with her head held high, not as the same disappointed wreckage that she was. Unfortunately, she was making little headway in that department.
She wasn't able to do anything here, or at least anything that could help her out. School was just that; school. Even if it was a magic-y school. Besides, Remliel sucked at magic. All of them. Nothing would work right for her except Reinforcement, which is a spell only children would use. Basically, Remliel thought that she was unworthy to even think about returning home, but at the same time there wasn't really much she was able to do that would help in getting back.
Remliel once again side as she tossed the boulder she was lifting into the ground nearby.
The small part of the forest she was just training in was wrecked entirely. Trees were uprooted and large patches of ground were dug up. Looking at the collateral damage around her, Remliel shrugged. It was nature, it would grow back at some point.
In a few minutes, Remliel, still a bit sweaty from her workout, jogged to an inn she frequented. She was greeted by a rush of scared and crying children, all of them looking deathly white and terrified as hell. The short girl paused at the entrance, pondering what exactly would bring about such a reaction, before shaking her head and entering the inn.
There she was greeted by a rather gaudy looking girl, who was saying similarly gaudy (and rather provocative) words. Remliel frowned as she listened to her, not really sure what to make out of what she was saying, but her tone got on her nerves; she was never a fan of the whole 'wholier than thou' shtick.
And . . . wait . . . is she seriously harping on magic in a world that was teeming with it? Okay . . . well, that's just bloody brilliant of her.
"Not really to sure about 'cool', but that ice sculpture is in the way, lady, so if you would kindly get it out of the way? Why would you even make a sculpture that big in the middle of an inn? Are you ADHD or something? Maybe autistic?" she said dryly, flinging back the girls words at her and then some.
Quick question: Is there a forest or some isolate area nearby the town? I need a general layout of where we are before I can get my first post up xD
Posted character~
"I wish you well in life. Please, if you can, live as I could not."
Name: Aria Giselle
Age:
Apparent || 20-ish
True || 130
Sex: Female
Sexual Preference: Asexual
Vampire/Human/Slayer
Pure Blood/Aristocrat/Turned
Family:
N/A
Significant Other:
N/A
Gifts:
Blood Purification - An ability inherent in her own blood; it strengthens the blood of whatever species drinks from her own. No matter what species partakes in drinking her blood, it will undoubtedly become stronger, faster, more mentally adept, etc. The more blood is taken, the more pronounced the effect is. If whatever drinks from her blood has an ability to speak of, said ability will also become stronger or easier to use.
Personality:
Quiet and unassuming. Aria does her best to be as unnoticed as possible. Aria is scared of the world and were it not for her strong desire to live, she would have sooner ended her life. She has a low opinion of herself and constantly doubts her own actions, both attributes are simply symptoms of an even worse mental trauma: Survivors guilt. Aria does not trust people easily, and once she does, she is still not completely open with them. Her survivors guilt also makes it so that she is way to forgiving of other people.
She is a deep and profound thinker, almost philosopher like even. She is able to look at matters from different perspectives and formulate responses based on her own insights. In terms of lateral thinking, she is a definite genius. Unfortunately, her genius is hampered by her fear and own self-loathing.
Despite her fear of the world, she also genuinely loves people - or, to be more specific, she loves life in general; this creates a fragile mental state, due to the fact that she both fears the world but is also gentle to its denizens, the ones she is afraid of in the first place.
Biography:
Aria was born in a relatively normal family in what was formerly the Ottoman Empire. Despite her relatively normal background, Aria herself was anything but - she was smart, mature for her age, and above all, painfully, painfully beautiful. Since the moment she turned three, it became apparent that she would be among the once in a lifetime beauties. As for Aria herself, she never really cared much about her own looks. She much preferred to be in the company of her family and friends. Personal relations were much more important to her in comparison to the admiration of people she didn't even know. Her comparatively humble attitude mixed with her otherworldly looks made her even more admired, and her fame rapidly grew.
Unfortunately, it was the same beauty that she was widely famed for that would lead to the single greatest tragedy of her life, as well as her turning into a vampire.
When she was around twenty years old, tell of her fame reached the ears of the creatures that hid in the dark. One such vampire went to confirm the rumors, expecting a pleasant target to satisfy his urges at best, and a free meal at worst. What he found was neither. What he found, instead, was an object to instill a deep, black passion in him. It a terrifying insanity caused by simply observing her. He loved her, but he also wanted to possess her. He hated her, for making a being such as him feel these painful emotions, but at the same time could not find any fault in her.
Nights came and went, and the more he watched her, the more his desire and insanity grew. Mortal men had similar feelings as him when it came to Aria, but theirs was not so pronounced because of the sole fact that they were not vampire. They new that Aria's beauty would fade eventually, and as all things did, that once in a lifetime beauty would fade - this logic did not apply to the vampire. He knew he could preserve her, keep her insanely and intensely beautiful for eternity. He knew that he could keep her forever.
The days following the Ottoman Empire's involvement the front-lines of World War One, Aria's village was attacked, and evacuation was a low-priority. The vampire saw this as his chance and in the chaos that was the aftermath of the battle, forced her to drink his blood and killed her. It was not a slow death, nor was it a painless transformation. Unfortunately for the vampire, he was not about to keep his prize. He lost the body of Aria during a bombing raid.
The months afterwards were the most harrowing and horrifying times of Aria's un-life. The feeling of lusting for blood, to rip out hearts and drink from them rage through her head constantly, and it was only thanks to the overabundance of recently dead bodies that prevented Aria from taking a life for herself.
Currently, Aria is trying to hide herself away, which is slowly becoming more and more difficult with the adventbof he twentieth century
Extras:
Only takes from recently deceased bodies (only if it's been dead for a single day, however)
Name: Aria Giselle
Age:
Apparent || 20-ish
True || 130
Sex: Female
Sexual Preference: Asexual
Vampire/Human/Slayer
Pure Blood/Aristocrat/Turned
Family:
N/A
Significant Other:
N/A
Gifts:
Blood Purification - An ability inherent in her own blood; it strengthens the blood of whatever species drinks from her own. No matter what species partakes in drinking her blood, it will undoubtedly become stronger, faster, more mentally adept, etc. The more blood is taken, the more pronounced the effect is. If whatever drinks from her blood has an ability to speak of, said ability will also become stronger or easier to use.
Personality:
Quiet and unassuming. Aria does her best to be as unnoticed as possible. Aria is scared of the world and were it not for her strong desire to live, she would have sooner ended her life. She has a low opinion of herself and constantly doubts her own actions, both attributes are simply symptoms of an even worse mental trauma: Survivors guilt. Aria does not trust people easily, and once she does, she is still not completely open with them. Her survivors guilt also makes it so that she is way to forgiving of other people.
She is a deep and profound thinker, almost philosopher like even. She is able to look at matters from different perspectives and formulate responses based on her own insights. In terms of lateral thinking, she is a definite genius. Unfortunately, her genius is hampered by her fear and own self-loathing.
Despite her fear of the world, she also genuinely loves people - or, to be more specific, she loves life in general; this creates a fragile mental state, due to the fact that she both fears the world but is also gentle to its denizens, the ones she is afraid of in the first place.
Biography:
Aria was born in a relatively normal family in what was formerly the Ottoman Empire. Despite her relatively normal background, Aria herself was anything but - she was smart, mature for her age, and above all, painfully, painfully beautiful. Since the moment she turned three, it became apparent that she would be among the once in a lifetime beauties. As for Aria herself, she never really cared much about her own looks. She much preferred to be in the company of her family and friends. Personal relations were much more important to her in comparison to the admiration of people she didn't even know. Her comparatively humble attitude mixed with her otherworldly looks made her even more admired, and her fame rapidly grew.
Unfortunately, it was the same beauty that she was widely famed for that would lead to the single greatest tragedy of her life, as well as her turning into a vampire.
When she was around twenty years old, tell of her fame reached the ears of the creatures that hid in the dark. One such vampire went to confirm the rumors, expecting a pleasant target to satisfy his urges at best, and a free meal at worst. What he found was neither. What he found, instead, was an object to instill a deep, black passion in him. It a terrifying insanity caused by simply observing her. He loved her, but he also wanted to possess her. He hated her, for making a being such as him feel these painful emotions, but at the same time could not find any fault in her.
Nights came and went, and the more he watched her, the more his desire and insanity grew. Mortal men had similar feelings as him when it came to Aria, but theirs was not so pronounced because of the sole fact that they were not vampire. They new that Aria's beauty would fade eventually, and as all things did, that once in a lifetime beauty would fade - this logic did not apply to the vampire. He knew he could preserve her, keep her insanely and intensely beautiful for eternity. He knew that he could keep her forever.
The days following the Ottoman Empire's involvement the front-lines of World War One, Aria's village was attacked, and evacuation was a low-priority. The vampire saw this as his chance and in the chaos that was the aftermath of the battle, forced her to drink his blood and killed her. It was not a slow death, nor was it a painless transformation. Unfortunately for the vampire, he was not about to keep his prize. He lost the body of Aria during a bombing raid.
The months afterwards were the most harrowing and horrifying times of Aria's un-life. The feeling of lusting for blood, to rip out hearts and drink from them rage through her head constantly, and it was only thanks to the overabundance of recently dead bodies that prevented Aria from taking a life for herself.
Currently, Aria is trying to hide herself away, which is slowly becoming more and more difficult with the adventbof he twentieth century
Extras:
Only takes from recently deceased bodies (only if it's been dead for a single day, however)
"Vampires are strange, wonderful, powerful existence. Treat that existence with respect, but never worship it. Never worship anything that dies, or someday you'll find yourself lost."
Age:
64
Sex:
Male
Sexual Preference:
Heterosexual (Moot point, however, as he is too old to be thinking about such things)
Vampire/Human/Slayer
Family:
N/A
Significant Other:
N/A
Personality
Cool, taciturn, and unerringly polite. Mario never blows his steam or shows rudeness intentionally no matter who he is addressing. He is a deep planner, thinking moves and steps ahead of time, and even then, he has the ability to think of new tactics on the fly. He is a lateral thinker, not locked down to any single train of thought, and has an extremely flexible mind. Above all that, however, is his inability to fear death.
For a human hunter, he is surprisingly merciful and has even spared vampires he has hunted. Mario considers 'teaching vampires a lesson' to be more important than 'exterminating' them. Mario is never antagonistic in the sense that he has never once considered anyone to be his enemy, or even hated anyone enough to be treated as such. Mario has a strange and powerful sense of curiosity. Once a question gets into his head, he stops at nothing to look for answers. In the same way, once he has encountered a problem, he will do anything to find a solution for it, out of academic curiosity if anything else.
The strange serenity that Mario exhibits is also unnerving for most people, vampire or not - it makes it feel as though he is altogether invincible, or at least, that everything is going according to some unseen plan of his.
Biography:
Mario had a normal background for someone who was related to vampires. He came from a farming family from Kansas, and there was nothing outwardly unusual about him except for his quick wit and his mind that was structured like a foggy maze. Still, that wasn't incredibly rare or unusual when you looked at the grand scheme of things. What set him aside from normal people, was his sharp and dangerous desire to kill. His instincts were sharp and seemed tailor made for killing live creatures - he could determine the best and most efficient way for something to die. Mario discovered said instinct while trying to kill a chicken for dinner; the frustration of taking so long to kill that single creature lead him to think of quicker, more efficient ways to get the job done. Eventually, those thoughts spread out to more than just poultry - it eventually began to include horses, cows, dogs, sheep and finally, humans.
Still, despite his homicidal urges, he was ultimately a man of morals, and so never indulged in his urges . . . until a certain encounter changed that.
|| Mario Maverip ||
Age:
64
Sex:
Male
Sexual Preference:
Heterosexual (Moot point, however, as he is too old to be thinking about such things)
Vampire/Human/Slayer
Family:
N/A
Significant Other:
N/A
Personality
Cool, taciturn, and unerringly polite. Mario never blows his steam or shows rudeness intentionally no matter who he is addressing. He is a deep planner, thinking moves and steps ahead of time, and even then, he has the ability to think of new tactics on the fly. He is a lateral thinker, not locked down to any single train of thought, and has an extremely flexible mind. Above all that, however, is his inability to fear death.
For a human hunter, he is surprisingly merciful and has even spared vampires he has hunted. Mario considers 'teaching vampires a lesson' to be more important than 'exterminating' them. Mario is never antagonistic in the sense that he has never once considered anyone to be his enemy, or even hated anyone enough to be treated as such. Mario has a strange and powerful sense of curiosity. Once a question gets into his head, he stops at nothing to look for answers. In the same way, once he has encountered a problem, he will do anything to find a solution for it, out of academic curiosity if anything else.
The strange serenity that Mario exhibits is also unnerving for most people, vampire or not - it makes it feel as though he is altogether invincible, or at least, that everything is going according to some unseen plan of his.
Biography:
Mario had a normal background for someone who was related to vampires. He came from a farming family from Kansas, and there was nothing outwardly unusual about him except for his quick wit and his mind that was structured like a foggy maze. Still, that wasn't incredibly rare or unusual when you looked at the grand scheme of things. What set him aside from normal people, was his sharp and dangerous desire to kill. His instincts were sharp and seemed tailor made for killing live creatures - he could determine the best and most efficient way for something to die. Mario discovered said instinct while trying to kill a chicken for dinner; the frustration of taking so long to kill that single creature lead him to think of quicker, more efficient ways to get the job done. Eventually, those thoughts spread out to more than just poultry - it eventually began to include horses, cows, dogs, sheep and finally, humans.
Still, despite his homicidal urges, he was ultimately a man of morals, and so never indulged in his urges . . . until a certain encounter changed that.
- Extras:
- Has large arsenal stores scattered here and there with no distinct pattern, some of which are even disguised as merchandise for legitimate businesses.
- His recorded number of direct (vampire) kills total at a terrifying 103 - rumors suggest that the actual number is much higher than that.
- Despite his relative infamy in the world of vampires, his face isn't widely known, mostly due to the fact that the only people who survive his hunts are people that he wants to survive.
@ViolentViolet
Sent the PM. Also, this will likely not be the first character I propose, but the one in the PM is certainly one of my more debatable character.
Sent the PM. Also, this will likely not be the first character I propose, but the one in the PM is certainly one of my more debatable character.
Yeah, you forgot to mention it, but now that I think about it, it's not really something that's too complicated to think over. Anyway, I have an idea for a more extravagant character, but it's toeing a bit with what you've limited, so is it fine if I just PM you the concept?
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