Torack

OOC for A Superpowered War

Name:
Richard Windelthatch

Age:
20

Country of Origin:
England

Power(s):
Illusion - Richard can cast a number of illusions on his victims, however the strength of the illusion depends on his and the other party's mental fortitude, their grasp on reality, and whether they can be deceived easily or not. Taking these limits into account, he can cast a simple illusion of himself somewhere else, or make others think that he isn't present, or he can plunge a single person into an alternate reality where nothing makes sense.

Greek Name:
Omega

Appearance:
Richard has a natural tan with wavy blond hair that goes down to his shoulders, soft jawbone with a sort of an angular face. He has green eyes and a crooked nose from a previously broken nose. His build is athletic and he wears a normal green shirt with blue jeans, with a pair of football trainers.

Personality:
Richard is generally a kind fellow, fairly loyal, and a good companion to have around. However, he can be a bit cynical and tends to call it his "realism giving an opinion," and he can also be quite clever.

History:
Richard's life was no different than any others as a teenager living in England. He went to public school, had a couple friends he would hang out with, siblings that he had strained relationships with, and the whole nine yards. There was nothing special about it, nothing exciting. Just normal. That is until the meteor hit France. England, and many of France's neighbouring countries got hit the worst, and in Richard's eye he got the worst of all. His parents were the first to go, simultaneously, they just simply died in their sleep from radiation poisoning and there was nothing anyone could do, then his older brother was shanked and died from the wounds and his little three year old sister passed away in the hospital bed, from a variety of diseases and disorders caused by the thick, heavy clouds.

With his family gone, he sought out his friends but found they too were dead. Going through his year books he sought anyone from his school who could help, the few that did remain alive were too sick to do anything or simply didn't want to face the reality of what happened and live in their own little world. When he had lost all sort of hope, Richard discovered his powers for illusion and casting people in them, it brought a little hope to him, but not enough to quell the pain of losing everyone.

Things turned for the worse when the English government demanded that he be captured, calling him "Omega" for some strange reason. Although his abilities allowed him to escape their custody, he now lives alone in the country side, occasionally talking with other "Subjects" through a telepathic line he only recently discovered.

Other:
He absolutely loves pecan pie!

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

I get to finally join this RP from the beginning! Count me in!

The New 52 Ultra-Verse: Legacy of the Supers (A Freeform Super Hero RP)

Hm. Touche!

Yog Sothoth said
My problem is that it makes it seem like the villains are too easy to beat, no offense but it seems like this is turning into a game of who can beat the villain quickest, it's more fun when the villain gives people a tough challenge.

That's an interesting thing I noticed as well and made my post to counter it a little. Thor's found himself in a real pickle!

The New 52 Ultra-Verse: Legacy of the Supers (A Freeform Super Hero RP)

Once the dust settled, Thor turned his attention towards Queen Goblin. "Come, wicked woman! I will show you the might of thunder!" Thor said pointing Mjolnir at Queen Goblin. On the side, he noticed the others had taken down most of the sinister six, the only ones remaining being Queen Goblin and Sinestro who seemed to have gotten himself in a bind by getting roped up by that psychotic, honourless, fool of a mortal, Deadpool. Better he focus on Sinestro rather than her, he smiled to himself as he walked towards the she-villain. He could tell she was strong and this would be a fight he would surely enjoy.

Queen Goblin raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk appearing on her lips. "You silly Asgardian, you really think you can beat me so easily? I'm not so weak as Mandarin, you'll find that out soon enough!" She laughed as she summoned a number of demons and goblins, commanded them to attack him, and quickly disappeared with a magic act. The demons, eager to follow their mistress's orders, rushed at him with incoherent screams and war cries, and the foremost of them swiped at his head with a massive, clawed, green arm.

Thor ducked from the demon's swing and answered with a swing of his own hammer, sending the winged creature several kilometers into the air. Turning his attention towards the rest of the oncoming demons, he threw Mjolnir at them, felling a number of their group before the hammer returned. He planned to charge at them and take down what remained of the summoned monsters when a painful force hit exploded against his back, causing him to propel towards the demons and crash into them, the remaining demons saw the opportunity and rushed at him and effectively pinned him to the floor.

"Looks like your mighty fall wasn't so graceful, god of thunder," Queen cackled as she came into Thor's view, who was struggling against the demons that had him pinned. "Say goodbye, I'm going to end you're reign forever!"

The cement under Thor's body suddenly turned to quicksand and grey hands from the ground began wrapping themselves around him, slowly pulling him into the earth to suffocate and die. In a last ditch attempt to try and stop himself from being sucked in and killed, he summoned lighting from the sky which ricocheted off of Mjolnir and went towards Queen Goblin. The lighting distracted her enough to put up her psionic shield, temporarily solidifying the ground and allowing Thor to escape both the demons and ground.

Not allowing a second to go by he flew at his enemy and swung at her, his hammer being deflected by her shield. He swung again and again, each time her shield deflecting the blows, but the force she had to put behind them was clearly evident when she fell to her knees heaving. Taking the opportunity presented to him, Thor kicked her across the face and sent her flying a few meters and began walking towards her, Mjolnir glowing with anticipation as he made his way to strike the finishing blow. But just as he raised the enchanted weapon, a bright flash blasted out of the queen's hand.

The pain Thor felt was unlike anything else, the only way he could begin to describe it was as if the force and pressure of Asgard all converged within his head, crushing it from the inside. He yelled in pain and fell to his knees, clutching his head. It took a while after the pain subsided enough for him to look up, and saw a large, heavy bruise on the side of the queen's face where he kicked her. "W-what have you done to me, witch?" He asked as the pain of a thousand migraines coursed through his head.

"Just a little payback," she said and kicked him across his face.

The New 52 Ultra-Verse: Legacy of the Supers (A Freeform Super Hero RP)

JonxlatheLion said
eh. I just went with it, but if that last guy was being too much I can make deadpool shoot at mandarin instead.

Mandarin's knocked the hell out man, he got the full force of Thor's hammer right on his chest. He may have tough skin, but no mortal can take that without being sent to the hospital for a couple of months.

The New 52 Ultra-Verse: Legacy of the Supers (A Freeform Super Hero RP)

Hm, what about replacing Loki with an OC character that has morals and is bent on controlling the nine realms, but has a bit of anti-hero in her only when it furthers her cause. (I really want Thor's relatives in this RP!)

The New 52 Ultra-Verse: Legacy of the Supers (A Freeform Super Hero RP)

What about Loki? He kinda fits your description, he has morals but is still a villain bent on controlling the nine realms.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Eirenver made it into the college when the gates first opened, on horseback wearing a silver-black tunic and black breeches. Once inside the guards directed him to the stables where he left his horse and was taken back to the courtyard where a large crowd of students stood facing an Esyire. Among the students, he noticed a large number of humans, it was to be expected, but that didn't make things any less uncomfortable for him. Looking down on their inferiority he walked between the crowd, forcing himself to apologize until he was somewhere along the middle when a cloaked figure fell into the crowd from the sky.

The crowd parted away slightly as the figure stood, apologizing. Curious, Eirenver thought to himself as he returned his attention to the Esyire, who happened to be the headmaster. Those large, idiotic creatures managed to do something right for once, he mused as the headmaster continued with his speech. Towards the end, a distant cousin - a snow elf - ran headlong into the headmaster - who didn't seem to mind - before being taken away by what he could only assume was another student. He'd only been there for a half hour at most and already he was beginning to feel the students and people here were far too crazy and strange for him to be having a normal experience within the college.

The students were then split into groups, following one of the two professors. Eirenver took the opportunity and followed the one they called Uicle, who happened to be the most unluckiest fellow he had ever met. Things took a turn for the stranger when they descended to the basement and the professor was stabbed by a number of swords and simply got up, explaining to them he was only a suit of armour without a body. Eirenver could have handled that, however, it was the laughter of the bald albino that made things a little too strange to bear. "You're all bloody mad," he said looking at everyone of them, a sneer beginning to form on his lips.

Not once had he encountered so many strange things at once, an Esyire as a headmaster of a prestigious college, a random student falling from the sky, a professor who didn't have a body, and a crazy albino student. Most of the students were eying him strangely, as if he were the weird one, and why wouldn't they? He was the one who broke out and said everything and everyone was crazy, all the while, the others just accepted it like it was a normal day.

Having enough of it, he broke away from the group and made his way back up the stairs, mumbling about something or another, while he walked, heading towards the one of the large stone statues that would guide him to his dorm.

Order #3066: Heroes of Ishval [FMA/War/Dark]

This sounds rather interesting. I'm all for it.!

Blood Act~ Lore /CS Thread

UserName: Torack

Character name: Eirenver Distonyé

Age: 20

Mageblood type: Lues

Favoured Magic Class: Pestilence

Previous Magic training: A few tips and tricks taught by his mentor

Race: Wood Elf

Appearance:

pre alignment

post alignment

Eirenver looks much like the picture without the scar, except for the colour of the clothes which is a deep, vibrant green that looks as if it glows and pulsates with his sickly eyes. His waistband is black and continues on where it stops only a few inches from the floor; his gloves and boots are also of the same colour made from fine reptilian leather that he wears as a sign of peace by keeping direct contact away from those he greets. Also, on his waist is a tomahawk, it's blade made from black steel and it's shaft covered with green silk, dotted with pieces of leather for grip.

Short Bio:
Eirenver's life began when he was born to an elven family of merchants who would constantly travel from their home in the woods to the strange lands of men. Ever since he was young, he was fascinated by the shorter creatures that looked so much like them, if not only bulkier and a little less easy on the eyes. Despite that, he had a deep curiosity for them and his parents were more than thrilled to share their experiences they had with the humans with their child. Although it seemed strange that elves would venture out of their lands, Eirenver's father said it was nothing more than pride and arrogance that kept them secluded from the other races - once he had thrown it away, he found himself with a profit so vast he had no idea what to do with it.

Twice yearly his parents would go out of their kingdom and into the land of men to trade their wares, from fine elvish silk to magnificent weapons and arrow heads. They even sold strange trinkets that were common to the elves but rare and surprisingly valuable to the humans. Of course, every so often they would cross paths with those who looked at them with contempt and disgust. Every time they crossed paths with their likes, Eirenver would ask his parents why they hated them so and each time they would change their answer from one thing to another. It was clear to him they were lying, but he couldn't understand why, and he couldn't understand why a few of the humans hated them so much.

At the age of seventeen, during one of his family's trips to the human world, Eirenver decided to take a stroll and see the wares of the other merchants while his parents set up their kiosk and prepared their materials. Although it was the early part of the morning, the streets were alive and a few crowds of people were out and about buying fruits, bread, and other materials. He was going to buy himself a loaf when a sudden mob appeared behind him yelling fowl and unkind words at him. Irritated with their brash behaviour, he retorted in kind and told them to get lost. Angered by his words, the one who Eirenver assumed to be the leader clubbed him in the head with a piece of wood.

When he woke, he noticed the sky was dark and a few figures lay swaying in the wind, their bodies hanging limp from a tree branch, a tight noose around their necks and black bags over their heads. Confusion began to fill the still developing mind of Eirenver and he began looking around, the crowd oblivious to the fact he had woken. He wanted to go and find his parents, run back to their cart and drive off to the safety of their woods, but despite what he wanted, he couldn't peel his eyes from the limp bodies. A dark whisper told him it was his parents, that they were hanged for being elves just as he was clubbed. But he couldn't believe it. He wouldn't. It couldn't be true, his parents were kind and generous to the humans, they wouldn't betray their trust with such a crime. No matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, the thought still remained in his head and a deep anger stitched with hatred and venom emerged.

He felt his bindings rot away and the earth within a feet around him quickly began to die. He felt a sense of odd clarity as pure hatred surged through his body, his eyes focused on the backs of the humans gathered around his supposed parents. He wanted them to rot. He wanted all of them to die and wither away just like his bindings. With tears streaming down his face he made his way to instinctively touch one of the humans when an arm grabbed and dragged him into the shadow of an alley way, quieting the young elf with a finger to his lips. Then a sudden uproar as the humans realized their third elf was gone and they quickly began searching for him, spreading out like an army of ants that just had their mound destroyed by an unwary child.

The man spirited Eirenver away from the city and into the country side where he lived and explained to him what had happened. It was there that Eirenver found out he had been given the gift of the mageblood and the man before him agreed to train him if he promised to never use his gift to harm an innocent soul or use it to cause mischief and corruption. After giving his oath, his training began, but instead of magic, he was taught martial combat - his mentor reasoning that in order for one to have control over magic, one had to have complete control over himself. And so for two years he trained in physical and mental strength, honing his self discipline and physical prowess.

At the age of nineteen his training in magic began with books after books. He found that he had the mage blood of lues which he shared with his mentor and after much deliberation, he found he was fascinated with the school of pestilence despite the sickly creature it turned its users into. Voicing this to his mentor he warned him of the hardships he would face if he continued on his path, however, Eirenver wouldn't change his mind and was resolute with his decision. Seeing his student's resolve, Eirenver's mentor made him take an oath to never use his mage blood to harm an innocent or cause corruption to the people; after taking his oath, his mentor sent him to the Twilight college where he would be able to do and complete the ritual.

Good Attributes:
-Physically fit
-Well trained in hand-to-hand combat
-Small knowledge of tactical warfare,
-Exceptionally patient.
-His past makes him extremely dedicated in mastering his mageblood and preventing something like that from happening again

Bad Attributes:
One of his weaknesses is trying to keep his anger under check. Although unseen to most, there's a constant struggle inside Eirenver where he tries to subdue the urge to strangle and kill every human and non-elf alive, which usually leads to him leaning towards a pacifistic stance and doing anything to avoid fights. If his anger is allowed to escape, he knows he would no longer be able to control it, and it is the fear of what he would do in that state that constantly keeps him in check.

The trauma he faced as a teenager has caused his young elven mind to split off into two halves giving him double personalities, however, he himself is unaware of this fact. His second personality, is the opposite of his "true" personality where it's angry, impatient, arrogant, and is extremely prejudice against non-elves, especially humans - having to control itself from killing them lest he gets thrown into some dungeon for the rest of his life, although he does try and cause them as much hardship and trouble as possible.

Another bad attribute would be the fact that he's a bit spoiled. Ever since he was young, his parents would spend their fortune on him, buying him expensive clothing, items and accessories. After their death, his mentor began pampering him in his own way, albeit without material things as he was far poorer than Eirenver's parents. Due to this, everything with him has to be just right or he'll feel extremely uncomfortable; while at the same time, he looks down on those less fortunate than himself while making sure to keep all the thoughts to himself rather than voicing them.

His biggest off set (post alignment) is the way he looks. Although he's kind, because of his sinister looks most people tend to stay away from him and keep their distance - because of this sudden power over people to cause them fear, he is in a constant battle with himself to keep himself away from arrogance and hating every living, healthy being there is.

Secret Word: Rebirth