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In my absence I have developed close relations with aliens!
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I update my status every time I decide to log back in here after several years and check out just what shiny things I have still layin' around!
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Something drew me back here today. (Sept 28, 2019 )
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9 yrs ago
Returning from a 7 month hiatus.
Bio
This user occasionally disappears and seems to return only after several months or years have passed... just to disappear again.
History of Characters
Please note that this is really for my own purpose of nostalgia, to see my progress in character development and to cringe at my own creations. Feel free to cringe with me if you like.
Sadly I've deleted some of my character profiles due to withdrawing from rps and forgetting to record them. So I had more characters than what's shown here. These characters are sorted by date.
Kaeden Lucihan
"...You're not going to hurt me are you?"
Age: 17
Ability: Inhuman agility and reflexes. Wing powered flight and soul-bound items.
Appearance: 5'9 in height, 149 lbs, lean muscle build, white hair, snake-like blue eyes, serrated sharp canine teeth. Small pointed white horns protrude from his skull on the top of his head. He has a long skinny short-furred tail that ends in a fluffy tuft, a little like a lions; colour matches his hair. Large bat-like wings can protrude from his back to allow powered flight, these wings are one of his soul-bound 'items' as they're a summoned physical aspect rather than a physical alteration - otherwise he'd be going through a lot of shirts.
Ability Elaboration: Besides his agility and reflexes, as well as his horns and tail that seem to have no real purpose other than making him stand out, Kaeden has the ability to summon what he likes to call 'soul-bound items'. These are things attached to his soul on an astral level that he can manifest on the physical plane for his use. He only owns two: his wings and a pair of silver clawed gauntlets which he uses as weapons. Being soul-bound they can only be worn on his person in their specified location, meaning he can't summon his wings or gauntlets onto another person for them to use themselves. He manifests them using focus and intent, so his ability to summon them at all depends on his mental state. I.e if he's too tired or fatigued, or in a trance, he won't be able to focus well enough to summon them.
Personality: Socially awkward at first (often fails to mitigate this using humour), very skeptical and often skittish, easily startled, very social despite being terrible at it, can quickly get anxiety at random times, will be very withdrawn when dealing with anxiety.
Biography:
Kaeden has a traumatic past that still affects him deeply to this day.
His own birth parents had abandoned him in the middle of no where deeming him a monstrous curse upon them. Why? When he was 5 years old, just in kindergarten, his teacher had brought to the attention of his parents, strange growths on his head. One x-ray later, they had discovered their own son seemed to be growing a pair of horns from his skull. No biological or DNA test could provide them an answer as to why. Being quite the christian couple they tried to ignore it as just some form of mutation that would likely go away when he got older.
Except it got worse. At age 6 he began growing a tail, it wasn't entirely unusual for a human to have a tail, though highly unlikely, but what had his parents concerned was that his tail had white fur on it. Around the same time, his brown hair had become lighter and lighter in colour, until by age 7 his hair was completely white. It wasn't until his pupils became like that of a snake that his parents constantly began fighting about him, even discussing the matter of 'putting him down' before they ultimately decided to abandon him outside of the city.
From there he was bounced around different foster homes month after month, growing attached to his current parents only to have them throw him away, getting attached to his new parents only for the same thing to happen again. Some were weirded out by him, some tried to ignore his odd features, others were disgusted and many ended up neglecting him. At one point he discovered his summoning abilities when he was letting his frustrations out on his bedroom furniture, scratching everything up wishing he had claws to do more damage, to which clawed gauntlets appeared on his hands. Since then he tried experimenting, eventually discovering he could also summon wings, that's where his ability seemed to halt since further experimentation gave no results. He never showed any of his foster parents what he could do, figuring he's enough of a freak to them as is. The cycle of love>hate>abandon repeated multiple times, eventually making him feel hopeless and numb up until he reached age 15.
His last foster parents had kept him longer than the others had. He started feeling an inkling of hope that perhaps they didn't care about how different he was. Until one night when they thought he was asleep, he overheard them talking about getting rid of him. He was heartbroken to once again feel unwanted and unloved. His sadness turned to anger. He revealed himself to them, and during a heated shouting match, he summoned his gauntlets and slashed at his foster dads face. He still remembers their terrified expressions, how they looked at him like he truly was a monster. He ran away after that.
Ever since, he had become a thief to survive on his own. Becoming a squatter and taking residence in forgotten homes. It was during police chases and hunting parties that he learned of his inhuman capabilities of agility, speed and reflexes. However, his lifestyle of caution, wariness and fear of being caught by the age of 17 has left him highly skittish, jumpy and very skeptical of people's motives. One day after successfully stealing some food, he came across a flyer with information about a camp for people like him. His heart had raced with excitement at the mere thought that he wasn't alone. Dropping everything he had stolen to the ground he summoned his wings and without hesitation snatched the flyer and took off towards it's designated location.
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Knutik
"You look lost little child." A mysterious wraith-like shadow creature which at first glimpse would seem like something you'd find wandering a haunted location or hiding under your bed at night. Three clawed fingers, a fading torso ending in a wispy tail, piercing green glowing eyes and a physical form that looks akin to black fire, one would think this was a villain you'd see in a children's book.
Age: Immortal
Gender: Male
Rich or Poor: He doesn't understand/care for currency
Occupation: Being a necessary evil.
Powers/Abilities: Green (neutral colour) fire, shadows/darkness, black magic, shape-shifting, flying, phasing through material, having no soul makes it impossible for him to die,
Biography: Knutik is a Fervent Spirit; one of many. His gender is irrelevant or so he assumes, and is merely something he "knows" he is. He is the materialization of dark emotions. Emotions so prolonged through time that they've, for lack of a better word, coalesced into a sentient being. Mainly comprised of fear, he's spent eons enacting the role of survival, teaching creatures and ancestral humans the importance of fear and how it encourages them to live and survive to their fullest.
He was at large deemed evil, or a sign of bad luck, but some cultures worshiped him, understanding the importance of his symbolical existence. However, in the last several centuries, fear was being overturned by anger, hatred and violence. This had a very negative impact on Knutik, bringing out the lesser emotions he was made of and turning them into his main essence instead of fear. Reaching an all-time high during the dark ages; Knutik had turned into a sadistic monster of nightmares and death had turned into his specialty.
Various events following the end of the Middle Ages turned him into less of a nightmarish horror, and more into a shy and concealed spirit whom made little contact with people. This effect spanned across all Fervent Spirits who became nothing more than phantoms of myth. With the passing of the last generation that knew of Knutik as a real entity, the stories once told of him in time turned to dust and named nothing more than fairy tale. Those that stuck with him even during his violent era had stopped believing him too... and The Fervent worshippers faded into history. Still, very few people in the present may mention him for he left the biggest mark in all of human history.
After many more years into the modern age, Knutik settled into his own form of solitary confinement spending most of his time hidden away in old forests where he'd search for lost items to collect. Old and ancient artifacts from those who once worshipped and adored him for the force of good he first coalesced to be. For the longest time he held back from giving in to his more dangerous emotions fearing the monster he became in those dark and terrible times, but as of the current days not long after an event within The Nameless Tavern, he's given up on that, allowing himself to be whatever he felt he was, even reveling in it... if he must.
Personality: Knutik is very laid-back and sometimes believes he's above consequences, that is until the harsh reality hits him. His personality varies extremely according to whatever emotion becomes most prominent for him. It's this prominent emotion that determines whether he's shy, fearful, dangerous or cocky. Knutik often hoards valuables he finds/steals and is extremely protective of his collection. Losing just one of his treasures can spurn him into an infuriated and agitated state. His treasures are safely hidden within his own created realm known as "The Void Neath".
Physiology Knutik is a physical being with powers, thus you can touch, feel and see him. He stands at 6 ft from head to wispy tail in his original wraith form and can be described to look like black fire is constantly slowly dissipating off him. Gravity affects him like any other physical thing, it's his use of magic that makes him fly. He is called a spirit because he is an animated being that doesn't inhabit a body, which lead many of his previous worshipers to believe him to be a stray soul trapped on the physical plane, which isn't actually true. He is physically made up of solid shadows that feel like cold silk to the touch and his 'heart' which behaves very much like a core is made up of fire. This fire is what produces the coloured glow to his eyes and mouth like a furnace within. Knutik isn't sure himself what the core is for since no matter what he shape-shifts into, it's always there. The only time it's not present is when he melts into the shadows, he discovered that the core transports to his realm during those times.
Currently Likes: Shiny objects, knick-knacks, treasures, gemstones, ancient relics, tormenting humans, solace, tasty food, interacting with people, stealing, destroying things, fire,
Currently Dislikes: Losing control of himself believing he should be above that, water, bright lights, being startled, losing his treasures, being unable to obtain a potential treasure, boredom, people who don't get easily intimidated, people who aren't scared of him, people who can defeat him,
Weaknesses/Flaws: Focused light burns away his shadows, sensitivity to emotions can make him unpredictable, easily caught off guard, white/light magic can temporarily destroy him,
Appearance: Black hair, grey 'piercing' eyes, pale skin, slim form, 5'9 in height, wears a black t-shirt and grey fur-trimmed coat, black pants and sneakers and leather belt.
Bio: Krye ended up in prison with no regard for his age with several life sentences at age 14 for brutally killing 6 classmates during school after a bout of major bullying. With a problematic childhood leading to a severely damaged sense of morality, he was subject to many terrible events and medications that, without a proper diagnosis of anything, had only managed to mess him up further. By 16 he was practically tossed into The World's Prison when nobody wanted to deal with him anymore. It was in the prison city that he could freely be himself, this gave him a much needed form of therapy to regain his somewhat normal behaviour.
During his years in The World's Prison he's had plenty of time to increase his skill in parkour to escape from stronger individuals and fights he can't win. While he was never good in hand to hand combat, he had incredible skill with a knife. By age 20 he had already made a name for himself as The Wraith due to his speed, agility as well as his habit of appearing, killing a target, then disappearing before anyone even got a good look at him. He uses the fact that not many people know what The Wraith looks like, to manipulate and charm his way into allying with someone before stabbing them in the back (literally and figuratively) and taking their supplies.
Misc: His main weapon is a large knife that he keeps in a sheath attached to his belt and hidden by his coat.
Appearance: 5'9, slim with lean muscle. Black hair, grey eyes, naturally pale skin.
Name: Kailod Trouvin|(Kye-lawd) (Trow-vin)
Age: 19
Power: Sensory Illusion (Can manipulate what people see, taste, smell, feel, hear) and Venomous bite (An odd physical result from the experimentation in addition to his base power)
Strengths: Amazing ability to focus consistently (This helps him manipulate the senses of multiple people at a time), incredible visual memory (In a memory he can recall almost every little physical detail as if he was watching a video of his past), near perfect retaining of sensory information (If he recalls on a certain memory, he can remember what the temperature felt like, what he smelled, what he saw, what he could feel)
Weaknesses: His retaining of sensory info and visual memory is severely limited by what he remembers (He has the normal memory of an average human and can't remember every little thing, but what he does remember is in great detail), his ability of Sensory Illusion is based entirely on his will and control (Amazing focus helps with this power, but he can easily lose control of it. For example if he's afraid the hallucinations will turn against him and doesn't regain his composure quick, then he will begin to hallucinate things that terrify him, or his mind will basically go against him thus causing his power to go against him as well.), had a depressing childhood and traumatic experiences (This has the potential to trigger uncontrollable emotions which will greatly affect his ability to control his power.)
Extra: Always wears a coat since he easily gets cold. Enjoys playing chess and card games against himself. Often times seems like a loner. Favourite thing to do is read nonfiction books.
Bio (You know these can get very long since I seldom get a chance to be super creative.) -------------
Kailods mother died at birth leaving him with his art obsessed father who was left distraught by his wife's death. His father was negligent, not providing him with the proper needs of a growing child, too obsessed with his paintings. They were poor and living off of support. Kailod grew to be emotionally distant and extremely independent. His dad always forgets his birthday so on his 12th birthday he went to remind his father only to find him dead from severe malnutrition. He was placed in an orphanage where he remained until he was 14. A strange man of eerie uncertainty had taken him in.
Kailod became an experiment, forced through visual images, flashing lights, dna manipulation and brainwave alterations. He read through one of the man's papers while absent during an experiment to find out he had gained a venomous bite from one of the experiments and there was a mention of 'Sensory Manipulation' which would explain his hallucinations of grotesque creatures and beasts when he was afraid. He was later shut out due to his inability to cooperate when too fearful and was tossed into a different orphanage where he was bullied for the first time. Tired of being looked down on and afraid, during a confrontation he visualized himself as a terrifying monster in the eyes of his bully. Said bully was hospitalized. Kailod put two and two together and began to experiment with his new found power, even making people have full conversations with the hallucinations he made them see.
The day before his 18th birthday, he rendered himself invisible to everyone's visual senses, took every bit of information they had on him and set out to start his life. Age 19, he lives in an apartment where he steals food and money using his power. He has yet to test out his venomous bite but has gained control over his base power. During a usual day while browsing the internet, he had come across a recent news article about a familiar individual.
Kailod had been born into a life that was going downhill from day one. His mother had died during birth and he was left with his distraught father who wasn't always readily available to meet his needs as a young child. His father was an obsessed painter trying to make a living through his art, always in a constant belief that he had talent for paintings worthy of a royal palace, despite his art never selling. It was clear to Kailod when he reached age 6 that something was wrong with his father. They had been receiving money through supporting means until his father could get a job, but he was trapped in denial and desperation as he continued to paint. No affection, no fun and games, no playing ball at the park. Kailod grew emotionally distant as he became more independent for his own survival at age 11, cooking his own food, walking to school and doing chores, while his dad continued to slave away in his work room uttering curses into the silence. Kailod's 12th birthday, he woke up to the sound of his alarm and checked the date on his calendar as usual in his morning routine. His birthday. He knew his dad had forgotten again. He headed to his dads work room, since he usually slept in there on a cot. Opening the door he could only see his father still sitting on the stool, leaning his head against a blank canvas, his previous one obviously ripped to shreds next to his feet. He walked over to him shaking his shoulders. "Dad... it's my birthday..." he slid off his stool and fell limp to the ground... 30 minutes later, police and paramedics were scattered about his house after he called 911. They told him his father died of severe malnutrition. Kailod couldn't really fathom what he should have felt in that moment, but one thing was for certain: he truly felt utterly and hopelessly alone.
Everything in his life had been tossed and turned from that point. He was thrown into an orphanage where he was also placed into a program to cope with the recent events. His schooling continued as usual until he was 14, when a strange man had come to see him. The man had a caring smile, but it unnerved him to the bone. Not long after, he finds himself practically forced into a series of little experiments to achieve some unknown goal. Flashing colours and lights through his head, brainwave alterations, visual imaging, dna manipulation, sleepless nights. Despite it all Kailod was afraid to disobey this man, he would tremble at his command as if his life was on the line. No real threat was directed to him, but he always felt more and more vulnerable and different. It was then after some of the experiments, he started to hallucinate things he was afraid of. Suddenly whenever Dr. Whitney came into view, his heart rate would quicken in fear and the man would shift and morph into grotesque and terrifying creatures each time, mimicking what he thought the man really was. He had spoken about it to Whitney, who proceeded to test it out at time, but each experiment on it made Kailod see something worse and more worse each time until he'd gotten too fearful to follow commands. He had taken a peak at the mans papers whenever he left to get something during an experiment; he read very clearly 'Subject gained venomous glands, physical alteration, body doesn't seem to consider as foreign and shows no signs of rejecting it. Subject has been given a venomous bite, wear thicker gloves.'. Another paper had stated 'Sensory Manipulation, likely the given ability through experimentation. Alters perspective according to what subject feels or thinks. May be able to control it, but has gotten more difficult to get subject to cooperate. Further analysis needed.'
After a time with no warning the man had grown much too frustrated with him and he had been sent back to the life of an orphan, but he was transferred to a different orphanage than the previous one. The kids there weren't very kind. It was the first time in Kailod's life that he's been bullied. It was there he had learned of his actual power. His hallucinations weren't so bad since he felt safer outside of the mansion, but he kept thinking back on what the doctor meant by 'given ability'. One day a particular kid he wasn't too fond of approached him, snatching the book he was reading and making fun of his interests. Kailod wasn't very intimidating, small, weak, quiet. It was during this confrontation that he had wished they would see him as scarier, someone you shouldn't mess with. His bully's expression fell from smug slowly to confusion and then horror as Kailod appeared to warp into a faceless monster of oozing black tar right in front of his very eyes. The bully had screamed bringing the attention of everyone in the orphanage. He kept yelling and frantically shouting "MONSTER, IT'S A FREAKING MONSTER!!" he was taken to a hospital and hadn't come back since. Kailod had known full well that a monster is exactly what he imagined himself to look like to the bully. He started to experiment, making people see lights in the corner of their eyes, watching closely as they would look in the direction he had incorporated it into their vision. He knew for sure that he had an incredible power when he had used it on another orphan, making her see her friend and striking up a conversation with her, meanwhile she was talking to thin air. Not only could he make people see, hear and feel these... 'hallucinations' but he could use it on himself as well. His final test on his new ability was the day before his 18th birthday. The next day he would be allowed to leave, but he didn't want to wait anymore, he was patient enough. He altered the visual senses of everyone in his vicinity so that he was completely invisible to them. He grabbed everything he needed and left as if he was never there to begin with, took all his records, everything they had on him and truly started his new life. Sure they'll try looking for him, but he'll already be long gone with a head start.
By age 19, he had completely settled into an apartment where he lived on his own, surviving on food and money he'd stolen using his power. The venom he would occasionally taste every once in a while was simply a mere nuisance that his mind learned to ignore, he has yet to test it out. However, he has gained much more control over his power, often times even being immature with it and messing with people from time to time. Even making himself temporary imaginary friends whenever he got lonely. It was then while browsing the internet, he came across a recent article showing the photo of a very familiar face that sent chills down his spine.
Appearance
Name: Kiiros Xanton
Current Age: 18
Power/Mutation: Pyrokinesis, power strengthens when exposed to sunlight. Inhumanely fast reflexes and high accuracy. Immune to radiation. Thermo vision indicated by reptile eyes.
Bio: Kiiros has always been a cruel and sadistic student in school who enjoyed causing mayhem and terrifying his classmates with violent threats and blackmail. He's apathetic towards all authority and views everyone else as beneath him. He's known of his powers for a long time and has managed to keep it a secret ever since, thinking he was the only one of his kind. During a heated argument with his negligent and strict-to-the-core parents, his father struck him with a baseball bat in an aggressive drunken rage. That same night when his family was asleep, he'd stolen all their money, blocked every exit, trapped them in their room, disabled all the smoke detectors, and set their living room on fire. Newspapers told of a mansion that burned to the ground the next day. Over a year later after he decided to strike out on his own, he finds himself living deep in the bowels of a grim city known as Galevein, working as a contract killer and underground informant. With the recent events going on, he's been sloppy, always leaving his victims burned to a crisp with no explanation, unaware that authorities were searching and capturing people like him. He's managed to hide from the law in general for a year, but this is something he wasn't prepared for.
Theme Song:
If you've noticed how all my character's names start with a 'K', then you certainly are an observant one. This is because 'K' is my favourite letter and also corresponds with my favourite number.
The GM says it's best to pretend you were part of the group all along. You could say your character slept in some where or were in the middle of doing something.
Can I just say that I REALLY love how your using music to build atmosphere, especially from Life is Strange. It may seem like a lovely little detail but I can't even begin to describe how amazing it is, heheh.
He was a little upset at not being able to drive and almost chose not to do as he was told out of spite. He groaned and reluctantly stepped into the bus bringing out his switch blade and cutting into a seat to expose the metal inside that was holding it in place and started taking it apart. Luckily it didn't take as long as it looked like it would've and he tossed the pieces out of a broken window into the garage before moving onto the next seat.
"I so call dibs on driving." he smirked in amusement and tossed the empty bag of chips to the side and dropped the bag on the ground. He walked around the bus to take a look at it. It didn't seem like it would take too much time to get it going, but if it was out of gas then they'd need to siphon some from some where, or find a gas can. "Do you think it could get us out of the city? I mean I've only just recently gotten myself familiar with america so we can't be too far from the next town, the countries basically packed in with civilization, can't go straight for a day without coming across some sort of residence." Kyre had only been in the United States for about 2 years, he previously lived up in Ontario, Canada before he decided to get away from his family to seek some change in his life, and oh boy did he get it. "All I know is we need to some how get to San Francisco if we ever plan to reach Alcatraz Island, that is if what was said on the radios before communication went out is true."
Kyre thought of Jessica as one of the more fun members of the group, she knew how to let loose and play a little unlike some of the stiffs here. As soon as she went back inside, he let out a big stretch before putting his hands on his hips and looking down at his running shoes. The visible stains of dried blood and dirt on them was all that could be said about his ventures thus far with the others. He held his hands behind his back and breathed the fresh air enjoying the brief moment of feeling the morning sun on his face before looking to their leader with the best innocent looking grin he could pull off before turning to the door and heading back inside to grab Jessica's bag. It was time to get some things done.
He skipped down the steps and hummed a tune as he entered the lab, blue eyes scanning for a familiar bag before he saw it on a desk. Before he went to pick it up he found himself already unzipping it, mentally cursing himself for giving in despite the mantra in his head repeating "Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it.". He immediately set eyes on a Dorito bag, snatching it and then zipping the bag and slinging it onto his back. He almost left the room before swinging back around mid-step to go get the magnesium, putting it in the bag. With all he was told to grab he headed to the garage. He opened the garage door to darkness, munching on the Doritos. "Why's it so dark?" he spoke with his mouth full.
He seemed to perk up at the idea of another fun thing to do instead. "Oooh, what kind of metal work are we talking? We finally gonna make some weapons or is this gonna be some crazy science experiment with explosions! Kapeeww boom boom pow!" He waved his arms to imitate an explosion. He was in a pretty good mood this morning. "Oh! Are we going to build a vehicle from scratch!? I'm making the Bat Mobile, dibs!" He's been quite obvious about being a huge batman fan to these guys, constantly nagging for them to see if he could go back and grab his comics but they told him it wasn't necessary for survival "It's necessary for my sanity!" he remembered saying.
He nodded eagerly in a way that you'd think he'd break his neck. "I promise I will be on my best behaviour!... sort of... maybe... look all you need to know is I'll TRY okay?" His expression changing from confident to unsure and finally to pouting with his arms crossed by the end of his sentence. Before this whole mess with the mindless corpses, Kyre hadn't known any of these guys. He'd only been in a class with a few of them but even then they never spoke once since they sat so far away from each other. He was the one interrupting lectures to crack jokes and get sent to the office repeatedly so he didn't have to do work. It's not that he wasn't smart enough to do the assignments, he's had high marks all throughout his school life until he decided the repetitiveness of learning the same thing over and over again got really boring. He'd just rather slack off and doodle gory scenarios in his notebook as well as poke the students sitting beside him to try and get them to loosen up and have fun instead.
As a raider, he often accompanies the scavengers, usually when he feels like it though. At the mention of having to go downtown for supplies he decided to speak up about the one major place they haven't gone through yet in the town. "Since we've been running low for quite a while and we're at a bit of a desperate point, don't you think we should take a hit at that mall soon?" The mall was likely to be stock full of supplies and things they needed, it's been practically untouched due to the concentration of zombies in that area. "Perhaps if there was some way we could deal with the not-any-less-intelligent-than-they-previously-were freaks that practically horde the place, we could get enough supplies for a long road trip. If we ever find a working vehicle, then maybe we should make the mall our last stop before leaving Blackwall. That sound like a plan?" He wasn't certain where they would go, probably out in the country where there were less zombies, but they also needed to find a way to get to Alcatraz Island, which means at some point they're gonna need a boat. The only thing left that bothered him is how they're going to bring that horse along with them. Supposedly if it comes down to it they could always drive slow enough for the horse to follow, but that meant more stops, more waste of gas and less land to cover, and what about when they need to get to the island if the horse even lasts that long. "We're going to need something for Pinto over there too."
"Oh don't be such a sour puss, in times like these games are the best you can hope to have!" His grin betrayed any hint of maturing any time soon. He was odd, weird and possibly even a psychopath. He was an annoying little idiot, but he was their annoying little idiot. His expression returned neutral as he glanced around at the others preparing to do their assigned chores. It looked as though he missed their typical morning meeting again. He usually made an effort not to show up, often being too tired or just not in the mood to do anything. The sound of getting a stomach from one of the zombies sounded like fun though. "Can I come too?" eager to help with anything that involved a particularly gruesome or morbid outcome was something the group has basically grown use to with him at this point, even if he still wasn't exactly on the best of terms with them. "Come on. I'll let you kill it. Pretty please?" It's not like he would've taken no for an answer, but he's been trying to be a little more well behaved by at least asking anyway. Sure he may have almost gotten them all killed about a month ago with that one particular zombie he tried to keep as a pet, but he did apologise.... sort of.
With many nuclear power plants around the world having long overheated and failed due to a halt in maintenance since the infection spread, many major cities have become inhabitable due to the radiation. Luckily Blackwall managed to sidestep that danger with their use of turbines, but the winds still spread the radiation globally. With the rains however, the potential threat of radiation poisoning has decreased, but Kyre still believes it's best for them to avoid the major cities if they plan on leaving Blackwall. They've been stuck in the same spot for too long and may be able to last a while longer, but he did want to eventually leave and check out what he likes to call 'prison island.'
Kyre was just running up to the roof after hearing the explosion, kicking the door open. He was carrying a marker and a photo of one of the school's principals with a crudely drawn moustache on it, clearly evident that he was in the middle of something. "What was that!? Are we under attack!? Do the zombies have explosives now!? Oh GOD, we're never gonna get out of here now!" He's always been the dramatic one of the group with acting that would make anyone roll their eyes.
This user occasionally disappears and seems to return only after several months or years have passed... just to disappear again.
[h2]History of Characters[/h2]
[color=ed1c24][b]Please note that this is really for my own purpose of nostalgia, to see my progress in character development and to cringe at my own creations. Feel free to cringe with me if you like.[/b][/color]
Sadly I've deleted some of my character profiles due to withdrawing from rps and forgetting to record them. So I had more characters than what's shown here. These characters are sorted by date.
[hider= Kaeden Lucihan from Camp Castaway (June 6, 2017)]
[center][h2][color=8493ca]Kaeden Lucihan[/color][/h2]
[img]https://s15.postimg.org/mpnqooekr/The_Thief.jpg[/img]
[color=8493ca]"...You're not going to hurt me are you?"[/color]
[b][color=8882be]Age[/color][/b]: 17
[b][color=8882be]Ability[/color][/b]: Inhuman agility and reflexes. Wing powered flight and soul-bound items.
[b][color=8882be]Appearance[/color][/b]: 5'9 in height, 149 lbs, lean muscle build, white hair, snake-like blue eyes, serrated sharp canine teeth. Small pointed white horns protrude from his skull on the top of his head. He has a long skinny short-furred tail that ends in a fluffy tuft, a little like a lions; colour matches his hair. Large bat-like wings can protrude from his back to allow powered flight, these wings are one of his soul-bound 'items' as they're a summoned physical [i]aspect[/i] rather than a physical [i]alteration[/i] - otherwise he'd be going through a lot of shirts.
[b][color=8882be]Ability Elaboration[/color][/b]: Besides his agility and reflexes, as well as his horns and tail that seem to have no real purpose other than making him stand out, Kaeden has the ability to summon what he likes to call 'soul-bound items'. These are things attached to his soul on an astral level that he can manifest on the physical plane for his use. He only owns two: his wings and a pair of silver clawed gauntlets which he uses as weapons. Being soul-bound they can only be worn on his person in their specified location, meaning he can't summon his wings or gauntlets onto another person for them to use themselves. He manifests them using focus and intent, so his ability to summon them at all depends on his mental state. I.e if he's too tired or fatigued, or in a trance, he won't be able to focus well enough to summon them.
[b][color=8882be]Personality[/color][/b]: Socially awkward at first (often fails to mitigate this using humour), very skeptical and often skittish, easily startled, very social despite being terrible at it, can quickly get anxiety at random times, will be very withdrawn when dealing with anxiety.
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[b][color=8882be]Biography[/color][/b]:
Kaeden has a traumatic past that still affects him deeply to this day.
His own birth parents had abandoned him in the middle of no where deeming him a monstrous curse upon them. Why? When he was 5 years old, just in kindergarten, his teacher had brought to the attention of his parents, strange growths on his head. One x-ray later, they had discovered their own son seemed to be growing a pair of horns from his skull. No biological or DNA test could provide them an answer as to why. Being quite the christian couple they tried to ignore it as just some form of mutation that would likely go away when he got older.
Except it got worse. At age 6 he began growing a tail, it wasn't [i]entirely[/i] unusual for a human to have a tail, though highly unlikely, but what had his parents concerned was that his tail had white fur on it. Around the same time, his brown hair had become lighter and lighter in colour, until by age 7 his hair was completely white. It wasn't until his pupils became like that of a snake that his parents constantly began fighting about him, even discussing the matter of 'putting him down' before they ultimately decided to abandon him outside of the city.
From there he was bounced around different foster homes month after month, growing attached to his current parents only to have them throw him away, getting attached to his new parents only for the same thing to happen again. Some were weirded out by him, some tried to ignore his odd features, others were disgusted and many ended up neglecting him. At one point he discovered his summoning abilities when he was letting his frustrations out on his bedroom furniture, scratching everything up wishing he had claws to do more damage, to which clawed gauntlets appeared on his hands. Since then he tried experimenting, eventually discovering he could also summon wings, that's where his ability seemed to halt since further experimentation gave no results. He never showed any of his foster parents what he could do, figuring he's enough of a freak to them as is. The cycle of love>hate>abandon repeated multiple times, eventually making him feel hopeless and numb up until he reached age 15.
His last foster parents had kept him longer than the others had. He started feeling an inkling of hope that perhaps they didn't care about how different he was. Until one night when they thought he was asleep, he overheard them talking about getting rid of him. He was heartbroken to once again feel unwanted and unloved. His sadness turned to anger. He revealed himself to them, and during a heated shouting match, he summoned his gauntlets and slashed at his foster dads face. He still remembers their terrified expressions, how they looked at him like he truly was a monster. He ran away after that.
Ever since, he had become a thief to survive on his own. Becoming a squatter and taking residence in forgotten homes. It was during police chases and hunting parties that he learned of his inhuman capabilities of agility, speed and reflexes. However, his lifestyle of caution, wariness and fear of being caught by the age of 17 has left him highly skittish, jumpy and very skeptical of people's motives. One day after successfully stealing some food, he came across a flyer with information about a camp for people like him. His heart had raced with excitement at the mere thought that he wasn't alone. Dropping everything he had stolen to the ground he summoned his wings and without hesitation snatched the flyer and took off towards it's designated location.
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[b][color=8882be]Theme Song[/color][/b]:
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7r2BAvpVxM[/youtube]
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[hider= Knutik from TNT - The Nameless Tavern (August 26, 2016) ACTIVE ]
[center] [h2][color=82ca9d]Knutik[/color][/h2]
[img]http://orig01.deviantart.net/eb82/f/2010/222/4/2/zof_shade_by_jasonengle.jpg[/img]
[color=82ca9d]"[i]You look lost little child.[/i]"[/color]
A mysterious wraith-like shadow creature which at first glimpse would seem like something you'd find wandering a haunted location or hiding under your bed at night. Three clawed fingers, a fading torso ending in a wispy tail, piercing green glowing eyes and a physical form that looks akin to black fire, one would think this was a villain you'd see in a children's book.
[color=00a651][b]Age:[/b][/color]
Immortal
[color=00a651][b]Gender:[/b][/color]
Male
[color=00a651][b]Rich or Poor:[/b][/color]
He doesn't understand/care for currency
[color=00a651][b]Occupation:[/b][/color]
Being a necessary evil.
[color=00a651][b]Powers/Abilities:[/b][/color]
Green (neutral colour) fire, shadows/darkness, black magic, shape-shifting, flying, phasing through material, having no soul makes it impossible for him to die,
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[color=00a651]Biography:[/color]
Knutik is a Fervent Spirit; one of many. His gender is irrelevant or so he assumes, and is merely something he "knows" he is. He is the materialization of dark emotions. Emotions so prolonged through time that they've, for lack of a better word, coalesced into a sentient being. Mainly comprised of fear, he's spent eons enacting the role of survival, teaching creatures and ancestral humans the importance of fear and how it encourages them to live and survive to their fullest.
He was at large deemed evil, or a sign of bad luck, but some cultures worshiped him, understanding the importance of his symbolical existence. However, in the last several centuries, fear was being overturned by anger, hatred and violence. This had a very negative impact on Knutik, bringing out the lesser emotions he was made of and turning them into his main essence instead of fear. Reaching an all-time high during the dark ages; Knutik had turned into a sadistic monster of nightmares and death had turned into his specialty.
Various events following the end of the Middle Ages turned him into less of a nightmarish horror, and more into a shy and concealed spirit whom made little contact with people. This effect spanned across all Fervent Spirits who became nothing more than phantoms of myth. With the passing of the last generation that knew of Knutik as a real entity, the stories once told of him in time turned to dust and named nothing more than fairy tale. Those that stuck with him even during his violent era had stopped believing him too... and The Fervent worshippers faded into history. Still, very few people in the present may mention him for he left the biggest mark in all of human history.
After many more years into the modern age, Knutik settled into his own form of solitary confinement spending most of his time hidden away in old forests where he'd search for lost items to collect. Old and ancient artifacts from those who once worshipped and adored him for the force of good he first coalesced to be. For the longest time he held back from giving in to his more dangerous emotions fearing the monster he became in those dark and terrible times, but as of the current days not long after an event within The Nameless Tavern, he's given up on that, allowing himself to be whatever he felt he was, even reveling in it... if he must.
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[color=00a651]Personality:[/color]
Knutik is very laid-back and sometimes believes he's above consequences, that is until the harsh reality hits him. His personality varies extremely according to whatever emotion becomes most prominent for him. It's this prominent emotion that determines whether he's shy, fearful, dangerous or cocky. Knutik often hoards valuables he finds/steals and is extremely protective of his collection. Losing just one of his treasures can spurn him into an infuriated and agitated state. His treasures are safely hidden within his own created realm known as "The Void Neath".
[color=00a651]Physiology[/color]
Knutik is a physical being with powers, thus you can touch, feel and see him. He stands at 6 ft from head to wispy tail in his original wraith form and can be described to look like black fire is constantly slowly dissipating off him. Gravity affects him like any other physical thing, it's his use of magic that makes him fly. He is called a spirit because he is an animated being that doesn't inhabit a body, which lead many of his previous worshipers to believe him to be a stray soul trapped on the physical plane, which isn't actually true. He is physically made up of solid shadows that feel like cold silk to the touch and his 'heart' which behaves very much like a core is made up of fire. This fire is what produces the coloured glow to his eyes and mouth like a furnace within. Knutik isn't sure himself what the core is for since no matter what he shape-shifts into, it's always there. The only time it's not present is when he melts into the shadows, he discovered that the core transports to his realm during those times.
[color=00a651]Currently Likes:[/color]
Shiny objects, knick-knacks, treasures, gemstones, ancient relics, tormenting humans, solace, tasty food, interacting with people, stealing, destroying things, fire,
[color=00a651]Currently Dislikes:[/color]
Losing control of himself believing he should be above that, water, bright lights, being startled, losing his treasures, being unable to obtain a potential treasure, boredom, people who don't get easily intimidated, people who aren't scared of him, people who can defeat him,
[color=00a651]Weaknesses/Flaws:[/color]
Focused light burns away his shadows, sensitivity to emotions can make him unpredictable, easily caught off guard, white/light magic can temporarily destroy him,
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[hider= Krye Vincent from The World's Prison (August 7, 2016)]
Name: Krye (Pronounced: Cry) Vincent
Alias/Nickname: The Wraith
Age: 20
Personality: Reclusive, curious, cautious, untrustworthy, intelligent, observant, laid-back, savage, deceiving,
Appearance: Black hair, grey 'piercing' eyes, pale skin, slim form, 5'9 in height, wears a black t-shirt and grey fur-trimmed coat, black pants and sneakers and leather belt.
[img]https://s8.postimg.org/rb12iehk5/t_h_e_sh_de.jpg[/img]
Bio: Krye ended up in prison with no regard for his age with several life sentences at age 14 for brutally killing 6 classmates during school after a bout of major bullying. With a problematic childhood leading to a severely damaged sense of morality, he was subject to many terrible events and medications that, without a proper diagnosis of anything, had only managed to mess him up further. By 16 he was practically tossed into The World's Prison when nobody wanted to deal with him anymore. It was in the prison city that he could freely be himself, this gave him a much needed form of therapy to regain his somewhat normal behaviour.
During his years in The World's Prison he's had plenty of time to increase his skill in parkour to escape from stronger individuals and fights he can't win. While he was never good in hand to hand combat, he had incredible skill with a knife. By age 20 he had already made a name for himself as The Wraith due to his speed, agility as well as his habit of appearing, killing a target, then disappearing before anyone even got a good look at him. He uses the fact that not many people know what The Wraith looks like, to manipulate and charm his way into allying with someone before stabbing them in the back (literally and figuratively) and taking their supplies.
Misc: His main weapon is a large knife that he keeps in a sheath attached to his belt and hidden by his coat.
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[hider= Kailod Trouvin from Ghostwalker (July 14, 2016)]
[img]https://s31.postimg.org/6ekbvhh8b/Untitled.jpg[/img]
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[img]https://s32.postimg.org/a4tqy0y1h/Untitled2.jpg[/img]
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[b]Appearance[/b]: 5'9, slim with lean muscle. Black hair, grey eyes, naturally pale skin.
[b]Name[/b]: Kailod Trouvin|(Kye-lawd) (Trow-vin)
[b]Age[/b]: 19
[b]Power[/b]: Sensory Illusion (Can manipulate what people see, taste, smell, feel, hear) and Venomous bite (An odd physical result from the experimentation in addition to his base power)
[b]Strengths[/b]: Amazing ability to focus consistently (This helps him manipulate the senses of multiple people at a time), incredible visual memory (In a memory he can recall almost every little physical detail as if he was watching a video of his past), near perfect retaining of sensory information (If he recalls on a certain memory, he can remember what the temperature felt like, what he smelled, what he saw, what he could feel)
[b]Weaknesses[/b]: His retaining of sensory info and visual memory is severely limited by what he remembers (He has the normal memory of an average human and can't remember every little thing, but what he does remember is in great detail), his ability of Sensory Illusion is based entirely on his will and control (Amazing focus helps with this power, but he can easily lose control of it. For example if he's afraid the hallucinations will turn against him and doesn't regain his composure quick, then he will begin to hallucinate things that terrify him, or his mind will basically go against him thus causing his power to go against him as well.), had a depressing childhood and traumatic experiences (This has the potential to trigger uncontrollable emotions which will greatly affect his ability to control his power.)
[b]Extra[/b]: Always wears a coat since he easily gets cold. Enjoys playing chess and card games against himself. Often times seems like a loner. Favourite thing to do is read nonfiction books.
[b]Bio[/b] (You know these can get very long since I seldom get a chance to be super creative.)
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Kailods mother died at birth leaving him with his art obsessed father who was left distraught by his wife's death. His father was negligent, not providing him with the proper needs of a growing child, too obsessed with his paintings. They were poor and living off of support. Kailod grew to be emotionally distant and extremely independent. His dad always forgets his birthday so on his 12th birthday he went to remind his father only to find him dead from severe malnutrition. He was placed in an orphanage where he remained until he was 14. A strange man of eerie uncertainty had taken him in.
Kailod became an experiment, forced through visual images, flashing lights, dna manipulation and brainwave alterations. He read through one of the man's papers while absent during an experiment to find out he had gained a venomous bite from one of the experiments and there was a mention of 'Sensory Manipulation' which would explain his hallucinations of grotesque creatures and beasts when he was afraid. He was later shut out due to his inability to cooperate when too fearful and was tossed into a different orphanage where he was bullied for the first time. Tired of being looked down on and afraid, during a confrontation he visualized himself as a terrifying monster in the eyes of his bully. Said bully was hospitalized. Kailod put two and two together and began to experiment with his new found power, even making people have full conversations with the hallucinations he made them see.
The day before his 18th birthday, he rendered himself invisible to everyone's visual senses, took every bit of information they had on him and set out to start his life. Age 19, he lives in an apartment where he steals food and money using his power. He has yet to test out his venomous bite but has gained control over his base power. During a usual day while browsing the internet, he had come across a recent news article about a familiar individual.
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Kailod had been born into a life that was going downhill from day one. His mother had died during birth and he was left with his distraught father who wasn't always readily available to meet his needs as a young child. His father was an obsessed painter trying to make a living through his art, always in a constant belief that he had talent for paintings worthy of a royal palace, despite his art never selling. It was clear to Kailod when he reached age 6 that something was wrong with his father. They had been receiving money through supporting means until his father could get a job, but he was trapped in denial and desperation as he continued to paint. No affection, no fun and games, no playing ball at the park. Kailod grew emotionally distant as he became more independent for his own survival at age 11, cooking his own food, walking to school and doing chores, while his dad continued to slave away in his work room uttering curses into the silence. Kailod's 12th birthday, he woke up to the sound of his alarm and checked the date on his calendar as usual in his morning routine. His birthday. He knew his dad had forgotten again. He headed to his dads work room, since he usually slept in there on a cot. Opening the door he could only see his father still sitting on the stool, leaning his head against a blank canvas, his previous one obviously ripped to shreds next to his feet. He walked over to him shaking his shoulders. "Dad... it's my birthday..." he slid off his stool and fell limp to the ground... 30 minutes later, police and paramedics were scattered about his house after he called 911. They told him his father died of severe malnutrition. Kailod couldn't really fathom what he should have felt in that moment, but one thing was for certain: he truly felt utterly and hopelessly alone.
Everything in his life had been tossed and turned from that point. He was thrown into an orphanage where he was also placed into a program to cope with the recent events. His schooling continued as usual until he was 14, when a strange man had come to see him. The man had a caring smile, but it unnerved him to the bone. Not long after, he finds himself practically forced into a series of little experiments to achieve some unknown goal. Flashing colours and lights through his head, brainwave alterations, visual imaging, dna manipulation, sleepless nights. Despite it all Kailod was afraid to disobey this man, he would tremble at his command as if his life was on the line. No real threat was directed to him, but he always felt more and more vulnerable and different. It was then after some of the experiments, he started to hallucinate things he was afraid of. Suddenly whenever Dr. Whitney came into view, his heart rate would quicken in fear and the man would shift and morph into grotesque and terrifying creatures each time, mimicking what he thought the man really was. He had spoken about it to Whitney, who proceeded to test it out at time, but each experiment on it made Kailod see something worse and more worse each time until he'd gotten too fearful to follow commands. He had taken a peak at the mans papers whenever he left to get something during an experiment; he read very clearly [b]'Subject gained venomous glands, physical alteration, body doesn't seem to consider as foreign and shows no signs of rejecting it. Subject has been given a venomous bite, [i]wear thicker gloves[/i].'[/b]. Another paper had stated [b]'Sensory Manipulation, likely the given ability through experimentation. Alters perspective according to what subject feels or thinks. May be able to control it, but has gotten more difficult to get subject to cooperate. [i]Further analysis needed[/i].'[/b]
After a time with no warning the man had grown much too frustrated with him and he had been sent back to the life of an orphan, but he was transferred to a different orphanage than the previous one. The kids there weren't very kind. It was the first time in Kailod's life that he's been bullied. It was there he had learned of his actual [i]power[/i]. His hallucinations weren't so bad since he felt safer outside of the mansion, but he kept thinking back on what the doctor meant by 'given ability'. One day a particular kid he wasn't too fond of approached him, snatching the book he was reading and making fun of his interests. Kailod wasn't very intimidating, small, weak, quiet. It was during this confrontation that he had wished they would see him as scarier, someone you shouldn't mess with. His bully's expression fell from smug slowly to confusion and then horror as Kailod appeared to warp into a faceless monster of oozing black tar right in front of his very eyes. The bully had screamed bringing the attention of everyone in the orphanage. He kept yelling and frantically shouting "MONSTER, IT'S A FREAKING MONSTER!!" he was taken to a hospital and hadn't come back since. Kailod had known full well that a monster is exactly what he imagined himself to look like to the bully. He started to experiment, making people see lights in the corner of their eyes, watching closely as they would look in the direction he had incorporated it into their vision. He knew for sure that he had an incredible power when he had used it on another orphan, making her see her friend and striking up a conversation with her, meanwhile she was talking to thin air. Not only could he make people see, hear and feel these... 'hallucinations' but he could use it on himself as well. His final test on his new ability was the day before his 18th birthday. The next day he would be allowed to leave, but he didn't want to wait anymore, he was patient enough. He altered the visual senses of everyone in his vicinity so that he was completely invisible to them. He grabbed everything he needed and left as if he was never there to begin with, took all his records, everything they had on him and truly started his new life. Sure they'll try looking for him, but he'll already be long gone with a head start.
By age 19, he had completely settled into an apartment where he lived on his own, surviving on food and money he'd stolen using his power. The venom he would occasionally taste every once in a while was simply a mere nuisance that his mind learned to ignore, he has yet to test it out. However, he has gained much more control over his power, often times even being immature with it and messing with people from time to time. Even making himself temporary imaginary friends whenever he got lonely. It was then while browsing the internet, he came across a recent article showing the photo of a very familiar face that sent chills down his spine.
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[hider=Kiiros Xanton from Mutant Facility (January 13, 2016) My first character on this site]
Appearance
[img]http://s8.postimg.org/o293p0x6d/8bbb6ca7c2f0e500a0cc136e069e1a4b.jpg[/img][img]http://s13.postimg.org/wa0brwn5z/1af95f2989b9e43dc6174d395fbcd895.jpg[/img]
Name: Kiiros Xanton
Current Age: 18
Power/Mutation: Pyrokinesis, power strengthens when exposed to sunlight. Inhumanely fast reflexes and high accuracy. Immune to radiation. Thermo vision indicated by reptile eyes.
Bio: Kiiros has always been a cruel and sadistic student in school who enjoyed causing mayhem and terrifying his classmates with violent threats and blackmail. He's apathetic towards all authority and views everyone else as beneath him. He's known of his powers for a long time and has managed to keep it a secret ever since, thinking he was the only one of his kind. During a heated argument with his negligent and strict-to-the-core parents, his father struck him with a baseball bat in an aggressive drunken rage. That same night when his family was asleep, he'd stolen all their money, blocked every exit, trapped them in their room, disabled all the smoke detectors, and set their living room on fire. Newspapers told of a mansion that burned to the ground the next day. Over a year later after he decided to strike out on his own, he finds himself living deep in the bowels of a grim city known as Galevein, working as a contract killer and underground informant. With the recent events going on, he's been sloppy, always leaving his victims burned to a crisp with no explanation, unaware that authorities were searching and capturing people like him. He's managed to hide from the law in general for a year, but this is something he wasn't prepared for.
Theme Song: [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ThX6n0Wxnf0&ab_channel=llShIzUoHeiWaJiMall[/youtube]
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If you've noticed how all my character's names start with a 'K', then you certainly are an observant one. This is because 'K' is my favourite letter and also corresponds with my favourite number.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">This user occasionally disappears and seems to return only after several months or years have passed... just to disappear again.<br><br><div class="bb-h2">History of Characters</div><br><br><font color="#ed1c24"><span class="bb-b">Please note that this is really for my own purpose of nostalgia, to see my progress in character development and to cringe at my own creations. Feel free to cringe with me if you like.</span></font><br><br>Sadly I've deleted some of my character profiles due to withdrawing from rps and forgetting to record them. So I had more characters than what's shown here. These characters are sorted by date.<br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=" Kaeden Lucihan from Camp Castaway (June 6, 2017)"> Kaeden Lucihan from Camp Castaway (June 6, 2017) [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h2"><font color="#8493ca">Kaeden Lucihan</font></div><br><br><img src="https://s15.postimg.org/mpnqooekr/The_Thief.jpg" /><br><br><font color="#8493ca">"...You're not going to hurt me are you?"</font><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Age</font></span>: 17<br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Ability</font></span>: Inhuman agility and reflexes. Wing powered flight and soul-bound items.<br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Appearance</font></span>: 5'9 in height, 149 lbs, lean muscle build, white hair, snake-like blue eyes, serrated sharp canine teeth. Small pointed white horns protrude from his skull on the top of his head. He has a long skinny short-furred tail that ends in a fluffy tuft, a little like a lions; colour matches his hair. Large bat-like wings can protrude from his back to allow powered flight, these wings are one of his soul-bound 'items' as they're a summoned physical <span class="bb-i">aspect</span> rather than a physical <span class="bb-i">alteration</span> - otherwise he'd be going through a lot of shirts.<br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Ability Elaboration</font></span>: Besides his agility and reflexes, as well as his horns and tail that seem to have no real purpose other than making him stand out, Kaeden has the ability to summon what he likes to call 'soul-bound items'. These are things attached to his soul on an astral level that he can manifest on the physical plane for his use. He only owns two: his wings and a pair of silver clawed gauntlets which he uses as weapons. Being soul-bound they can only be worn on his person in their specified location, meaning he can't summon his wings or gauntlets onto another person for them to use themselves. He manifests them using focus and intent, so his ability to summon them at all depends on his mental state. I.e if he's too tired or fatigued, or in a trance, he won't be able to focus well enough to summon them.<br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Personality</font></span>: Socially awkward at first (often fails to mitigate this using humour), very skeptical and often skittish, easily startled, very social despite being terrible at it, can quickly get anxiety at random times, will be very withdrawn when dealing with anxiety.<br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Biography">Biography [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Biography</font></span>: <br><br>Kaeden has a traumatic past that still affects him deeply to this day.<br><br>His own birth parents had abandoned him in the middle of no where deeming him a monstrous curse upon them. Why? When he was 5 years old, just in kindergarten, his teacher had brought to the attention of his parents, strange growths on his head. One x-ray later, they had discovered their own son seemed to be growing a pair of horns from his skull. No biological or DNA test could provide them an answer as to why. Being quite the christian couple they tried to ignore it as just some form of mutation that would likely go away when he got older.<br><br>Except it got worse. At age 6 he began growing a tail, it wasn't <span class="bb-i">entirely</span> unusual for a human to have a tail, though highly unlikely, but what had his parents concerned was that his tail had white fur on it. Around the same time, his brown hair had become lighter and lighter in colour, until by age 7 his hair was completely white. It wasn't until his pupils became like that of a snake that his parents constantly began fighting about him, even discussing the matter of 'putting him down' before they ultimately decided to abandon him outside of the city.<br><br>From there he was bounced around different foster homes month after month, growing attached to his current parents only to have them throw him away, getting attached to his new parents only for the same thing to happen again. Some were weirded out by him, some tried to ignore his odd features, others were disgusted and many ended up neglecting him. At one point he discovered his summoning abilities when he was letting his frustrations out on his bedroom furniture, scratching everything up wishing he had claws to do more damage, to which clawed gauntlets appeared on his hands. Since then he tried experimenting, eventually discovering he could also summon wings, that's where his ability seemed to halt since further experimentation gave no results. He never showed any of his foster parents what he could do, figuring he's enough of a freak to them as is. The cycle of love>hate>abandon repeated multiple times, eventually making him feel hopeless and numb up until he reached age 15.<br><br>His last foster parents had kept him longer than the others had. He started feeling an inkling of hope that perhaps they didn't care about how different he was. Until one night when they thought he was asleep, he overheard them talking about getting rid of him. He was heartbroken to once again feel unwanted and unloved. His sadness turned to anger. He revealed himself to them, and during a heated shouting match, he summoned his gauntlets and slashed at his foster dads face. He still remembers their terrified expressions, how they looked at him like he truly was a monster. He ran away after that.<br><br>Ever since, he had become a thief to survive on his own. Becoming a squatter and taking residence in forgotten homes. It was during police chases and hunting parties that he learned of his inhuman capabilities of agility, speed and reflexes. However, his lifestyle of caution, wariness and fear of being caught by the age of 17 has left him highly skittish, jumpy and very skeptical of people's motives. One day after successfully stealing some food, he came across a flyer with information about a camp for people like him. His heart had raced with excitement at the mere thought that he wasn't alone. Dropping everything he had stolen to the ground he summoned his wings and without hesitation snatched the flyer and took off towards it's designated location.</div></div><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Theme Song</font></span>:<br><iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/Q7r2BAvpVxM?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe></div></div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=" Knutik from TNT - The Nameless Tavern (August 26, 2016) ACTIVE "> Knutik from TNT - The Nameless Tavern (August 26, 2016) ACTIVE [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h2"><font color="#82ca9d">Knutik</font></div><br><img src="http://orig01.deviantart.net/eb82/f/2010/222/4/2/zof_shade_by_jasonengle.jpg" /><br><font color="#82ca9d">"<span class="bb-i">You look lost little child.</span>"</font><br>A mysterious wraith-like shadow creature which at first glimpse would seem like something you'd find wandering a haunted location or hiding under your bed at night. Three clawed fingers, a fading torso ending in a wispy tail, piercing green glowing eyes and a physical form that looks akin to black fire, one would think this was a villain you'd see in a children's book.<br><br><font color="#00a651"><span class="bb-b">Age:</span></font><br>Immortal<br><br><font color="#00a651"><span class="bb-b">Gender:</span></font><br>Male<br><br><font color="#00a651"><span class="bb-b">Rich or Poor:</span></font><br>He doesn't understand/care for currency<br><br><font color="#00a651"><span class="bb-b">Occupation:</span></font><br>Being a necessary evil.<br><br><font color="#00a651"><span class="bb-b">Powers/Abilities:</span></font><br>Green (neutral colour) fire, shadows/darkness, black magic, shape-shifting, flying, phasing through material, having no soul makes it impossible for him to die,<br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Biography">Biography [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><font color="#00a651">Biography:</font><br>Knutik is a Fervent Spirit; one of many. His gender is irrelevant or so he assumes, and is merely something he "knows" he is. He is the materialization of dark emotions. Emotions so prolonged through time that they've, for lack of a better word, coalesced into a sentient being. Mainly comprised of fear, he's spent eons enacting the role of survival, teaching creatures and ancestral humans the importance of fear and how it encourages them to live and survive to their fullest. <br><br>He was at large deemed evil, or a sign of bad luck, but some cultures worshiped him, understanding the importance of his symbolical existence. However, in the last several centuries, fear was being overturned by anger, hatred and violence. This had a very negative impact on Knutik, bringing out the lesser emotions he was made of and turning them into his main essence instead of fear. Reaching an all-time high during the dark ages; Knutik had turned into a sadistic monster of nightmares and death had turned into his specialty. <br><br>Various events following the end of the Middle Ages turned him into less of a nightmarish horror, and more into a shy and concealed spirit whom made little contact with people. This effect spanned across all Fervent Spirits who became nothing more than phantoms of myth. With the passing of the last generation that knew of Knutik as a real entity, the stories once told of him in time turned to dust and named nothing more than fairy tale. Those that stuck with him even during his violent era had stopped believing him too... and The Fervent worshippers faded into history. Still, very few people in the present may mention him for he left the biggest mark in all of human history. <br><br>After many more years into the modern age, Knutik settled into his own form of solitary confinement spending most of his time hidden away in old forests where he'd search for lost items to collect. Old and ancient artifacts from those who once worshipped and adored him for the force of good he first coalesced to be. For the longest time he held back from giving in to his more dangerous emotions fearing the monster he became in those dark and terrible times, but as of the current days not long after an event within The Nameless Tavern, he's given up on that, allowing himself to be whatever he felt he was, even reveling in it... if he must.</div></div><br><br><font color="#00a651">Personality:</font><br>Knutik is very laid-back and sometimes believes he's above consequences, that is until the harsh reality hits him. His personality varies extremely according to whatever emotion becomes most prominent for him. It's this prominent emotion that determines whether he's shy, fearful, dangerous or cocky. Knutik often hoards valuables he finds/steals and is extremely protective of his collection. Losing just one of his treasures can spurn him into an infuriated and agitated state. His treasures are safely hidden within his own created realm known as "The Void Neath".<br><br><font color="#00a651">Physiology</font><br>Knutik is a physical being with powers, thus you can touch, feel and see him. He stands at 6 ft from head to wispy tail in his original wraith form and can be described to look like black fire is constantly slowly dissipating off him. Gravity affects him like any other physical thing, it's his use of magic that makes him fly. He is called a spirit because he is an animated being that doesn't inhabit a body, which lead many of his previous worshipers to believe him to be a stray soul trapped on the physical plane, which isn't actually true. He is physically made up of solid shadows that feel like cold silk to the touch and his 'heart' which behaves very much like a core is made up of fire. This fire is what produces the coloured glow to his eyes and mouth like a furnace within. Knutik isn't sure himself what the core is for since no matter what he shape-shifts into, it's always there. The only time it's not present is when he melts into the shadows, he discovered that the core transports to his realm during those times.<br><br><font color="#00a651">Currently Likes:</font><br>Shiny objects, knick-knacks, treasures, gemstones, ancient relics, tormenting humans, solace, tasty food, interacting with people, stealing, destroying things, fire,<br><br><font color="#00a651">Currently Dislikes:</font><br>Losing control of himself believing he should be above that, water, bright lights, being startled, losing his treasures, being unable to obtain a potential treasure, boredom, people who don't get easily intimidated, people who aren't scared of him, people who can defeat him,<br><br><font color="#00a651">Weaknesses/Flaws:</font><br>Focused light burns away his shadows, sensitivity to emotions can make him unpredictable, easily caught off guard, white/light magic can temporarily destroy him,</div></div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=" Krye Vincent from The World's Prison (August 7, 2016)"> Krye Vincent from The World's Prison (August 7, 2016) [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Name: Krye (Pronounced: Cry) Vincent<br><br>Alias/Nickname: The Wraith<br><br>Age: 20<br><br>Personality: Reclusive, curious, cautious, untrustworthy, intelligent, observant, laid-back, savage, deceiving,<br><br>Appearance: Black hair, grey 'piercing' eyes, pale skin, slim form, 5'9 in height, wears a black t-shirt and grey fur-trimmed coat, black pants and sneakers and leather belt.<br><br><img src="https://s8.postimg.org/rb12iehk5/t_h_e_sh_de.jpg" /><br><br>Bio: Krye ended up in prison with no regard for his age with several life sentences at age 14 for brutally killing 6 classmates during school after a bout of major bullying. With a problematic childhood leading to a severely damaged sense of morality, he was subject to many terrible events and medications that, without a proper diagnosis of anything, had only managed to mess him up further. By 16 he was practically tossed into The World's Prison when nobody wanted to deal with him anymore. It was in the prison city that he could freely be himself, this gave him a much needed form of therapy to regain his somewhat normal behaviour.<br><br>During his years in The World's Prison he's had plenty of time to increase his skill in parkour to escape from stronger individuals and fights he can't win. While he was never good in hand to hand combat, he had incredible skill with a knife. By age 20 he had already made a name for himself as The Wraith due to his speed, agility as well as his habit of appearing, killing a target, then disappearing before anyone even got a good look at him. He uses the fact that not many people know what The Wraith looks like, to manipulate and charm his way into allying with someone before stabbing them in the back (literally and figuratively) and taking their supplies.<br><br>Misc: His main weapon is a large knife that he keeps in a sheath attached to his belt and hidden by his coat.</div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=" Kailod Trouvin from Ghostwalker (July 14, 2016)"> Kailod Trouvin from Ghostwalker (July 14, 2016) [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://s31.postimg.org/6ekbvhh8b/Untitled.jpg" /> <br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="As a kid">As a kid [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://s32.postimg.org/a4tqy0y1h/Untitled2.jpg" /></div></div><br><br><span class="bb-b">Appearance</span>: 5'9, slim with lean muscle. Black hair, grey eyes, naturally pale skin.<br><br><span class="bb-b">Name</span>: Kailod Trouvin|(Kye-lawd) (Trow-vin)<br><br><span class="bb-b">Age</span>: 19<br><br><span class="bb-b">Power</span>: Sensory Illusion (Can manipulate what people see, taste, smell, feel, hear) and Venomous bite (An odd physical result from the experimentation in addition to his base power)<br><br><span class="bb-b">Strengths</span>: Amazing ability to focus consistently (This helps him manipulate the senses of multiple people at a time), incredible visual memory (In a memory he can recall almost every little physical detail as if he was watching a video of his past), near perfect retaining of sensory information (If he recalls on a certain memory, he can remember what the temperature felt like, what he smelled, what he saw, what he could feel)<br><br><span class="bb-b">Weaknesses</span>: His retaining of sensory info and visual memory is severely limited by what he remembers (He has the normal memory of an average human and can't remember every little thing, but what he does remember is in great detail), his ability of Sensory Illusion is based entirely on his will and control (Amazing focus helps with this power, but he can easily lose control of it. For example if he's afraid the hallucinations will turn against him and doesn't regain his composure quick, then he will begin to hallucinate things that terrify him, or his mind will basically go against him thus causing his power to go against him as well.), had a depressing childhood and traumatic experiences (This has the potential to trigger uncontrollable emotions which will greatly affect his ability to control his power.)<br><br><span class="bb-b">Extra</span>: Always wears a coat since he easily gets cold. Enjoys playing chess and card games against himself. Often times seems like a loner. Favourite thing to do is read nonfiction books.<br><br><span class="bb-b">Bio</span> (You know these can get very long since I seldom get a chance to be super creative.)<br>-------------<br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Simplified">Simplified [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Kailods mother died at birth leaving him with his art obsessed father who was left distraught by his wife's death. His father was negligent, not providing him with the proper needs of a growing child, too obsessed with his paintings. They were poor and living off of support. Kailod grew to be emotionally distant and extremely independent. His dad always forgets his birthday so on his 12th birthday he went to remind his father only to find him dead from severe malnutrition. He was placed in an orphanage where he remained until he was 14. A strange man of eerie uncertainty had taken him in. <br><br>Kailod became an experiment, forced through visual images, flashing lights, dna manipulation and brainwave alterations. He read through one of the man's papers while absent during an experiment to find out he had gained a venomous bite from one of the experiments and there was a mention of 'Sensory Manipulation' which would explain his hallucinations of grotesque creatures and beasts when he was afraid. He was later shut out due to his inability to cooperate when too fearful and was tossed into a different orphanage where he was bullied for the first time. Tired of being looked down on and afraid, during a confrontation he visualized himself as a terrifying monster in the eyes of his bully. Said bully was hospitalized. Kailod put two and two together and began to experiment with his new found power, even making people have full conversations with the hallucinations he made them see. <br><br>The day before his 18th birthday, he rendered himself invisible to everyone's visual senses, took every bit of information they had on him and set out to start his life. Age 19, he lives in an apartment where he steals food and money using his power. He has yet to test out his venomous bite but has gained control over his base power. During a usual day while browsing the internet, he had come across a recent news article about a familiar individual.</div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Thoroughly Detailed">Thoroughly Detailed [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Kailod had been born into a life that was going downhill from day one. His mother had died during birth and he was left with his distraught father who wasn't always readily available to meet his needs as a young child. His father was an obsessed painter trying to make a living through his art, always in a constant belief that he had talent for paintings worthy of a royal palace, despite his art never selling. It was clear to Kailod when he reached age 6 that something was wrong with his father. They had been receiving money through supporting means until his father could get a job, but he was trapped in denial and desperation as he continued to paint. No affection, no fun and games, no playing ball at the park. Kailod grew emotionally distant as he became more independent for his own survival at age 11, cooking his own food, walking to school and doing chores, while his dad continued to slave away in his work room uttering curses into the silence. Kailod's 12th birthday, he woke up to the sound of his alarm and checked the date on his calendar as usual in his morning routine. His birthday. He knew his dad had forgotten again. He headed to his dads work room, since he usually slept in there on a cot. Opening the door he could only see his father still sitting on the stool, leaning his head against a blank canvas, his previous one obviously ripped to shreds next to his feet. He walked over to him shaking his shoulders. "Dad... it's my birthday..." he slid off his stool and fell limp to the ground... 30 minutes later, police and paramedics were scattered about his house after he called 911. They told him his father died of severe malnutrition. Kailod couldn't really fathom what he should have felt in that moment, but one thing was for certain: he truly felt utterly and hopelessly alone. <br><br>Everything in his life had been tossed and turned from that point. He was thrown into an orphanage where he was also placed into a program to cope with the recent events. His schooling continued as usual until he was 14, when a strange man had come to see him. The man had a caring smile, but it unnerved him to the bone. Not long after, he finds himself practically forced into a series of little experiments to achieve some unknown goal. Flashing colours and lights through his head, brainwave alterations, visual imaging, dna manipulation, sleepless nights. Despite it all Kailod was afraid to disobey this man, he would tremble at his command as if his life was on the line. No real threat was directed to him, but he always felt more and more vulnerable and different. It was then after some of the experiments, he started to hallucinate things he was afraid of. Suddenly whenever Dr. Whitney came into view, his heart rate would quicken in fear and the man would shift and morph into grotesque and terrifying creatures each time, mimicking what he thought the man really was. He had spoken about it to Whitney, who proceeded to test it out at time, but each experiment on it made Kailod see something worse and more worse each time until he'd gotten too fearful to follow commands. He had taken a peak at the mans papers whenever he left to get something during an experiment; he read very clearly <span class="bb-b">'Subject gained venomous glands, physical alteration, body doesn't seem to consider as foreign and shows no signs of rejecting it. Subject has been given a venomous bite, <span class="bb-i">wear thicker gloves</span>.'</span>. Another paper had stated <span class="bb-b">'Sensory Manipulation, likely the given ability through experimentation. Alters perspective according to what subject feels or thinks. May be able to control it, but has gotten more difficult to get subject to cooperate. <span class="bb-i">Further analysis needed</span>.'</span><br><br>After a time with no warning the man had grown much too frustrated with him and he had been sent back to the life of an orphan, but he was transferred to a different orphanage than the previous one. The kids there weren't very kind. It was the first time in Kailod's life that he's been bullied. It was there he had learned of his actual <span class="bb-i">power</span>. His hallucinations weren't so bad since he felt safer outside of the mansion, but he kept thinking back on what the doctor meant by 'given ability'. One day a particular kid he wasn't too fond of approached him, snatching the book he was reading and making fun of his interests. Kailod wasn't very intimidating, small, weak, quiet. It was during this confrontation that he had wished they would see him as scarier, someone you shouldn't mess with. His bully's expression fell from smug slowly to confusion and then horror as Kailod appeared to warp into a faceless monster of oozing black tar right in front of his very eyes. The bully had screamed bringing the attention of everyone in the orphanage. He kept yelling and frantically shouting "MONSTER, IT'S A FREAKING MONSTER!!" he was taken to a hospital and hadn't come back since. Kailod had known full well that a monster is exactly what he imagined himself to look like to the bully. He started to experiment, making people see lights in the corner of their eyes, watching closely as they would look in the direction he had incorporated it into their vision. He knew for sure that he had an incredible power when he had used it on another orphan, making her see her friend and striking up a conversation with her, meanwhile she was talking to thin air. Not only could he make people see, hear and feel these... 'hallucinations' but he could use it on himself as well. His final test on his new ability was the day before his 18th birthday. The next day he would be allowed to leave, but he didn't want to wait anymore, he was patient enough. He altered the visual senses of everyone in his vicinity so that he was completely invisible to them. He grabbed everything he needed and left as if he was never there to begin with, took all his records, everything they had on him and truly started his new life. Sure they'll try looking for him, but he'll already be long gone with a head start. <br><br>By age 19, he had completely settled into an apartment where he lived on his own, surviving on food and money he'd stolen using his power. The venom he would occasionally taste every once in a while was simply a mere nuisance that his mind learned to ignore, he has yet to test it out. However, he has gained much more control over his power, often times even being immature with it and messing with people from time to time. Even making himself temporary imaginary friends whenever he got lonely. It was then while browsing the internet, he came across a recent article showing the photo of a very familiar face that sent chills down his spine.</div></div></div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Kiiros Xanton from Mutant Facility (January 13, 2016) My first character on this site">Kiiros Xanton from Mutant Facility (January 13, 2016) My first character on this site [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Appearance<br><img src="http://s8.postimg.org/o293p0x6d/8bbb6ca7c2f0e500a0cc136e069e1a4b.jpg" /><img src="http://s13.postimg.org/wa0brwn5z/1af95f2989b9e43dc6174d395fbcd895.jpg" /><br><br>Name: Kiiros Xanton<br><br>Current Age: 18<br><br>Power/Mutation: Pyrokinesis, power strengthens when exposed to sunlight. Inhumanely fast reflexes and high accuracy. Immune to radiation. Thermo vision indicated by reptile eyes.<br><br>Bio: Kiiros has always been a cruel and sadistic student in school who enjoyed causing mayhem and terrifying his classmates with violent threats and blackmail. He's apathetic towards all authority and views everyone else as beneath him. He's known of his powers for a long time and has managed to keep it a secret ever since, thinking he was the only one of his kind. During a heated argument with his negligent and strict-to-the-core parents, his father struck him with a baseball bat in an aggressive drunken rage. That same night when his family was asleep, he'd stolen all their money, blocked every exit, trapped them in their room, disabled all the smoke detectors, and set their living room on fire. Newspapers told of a mansion that burned to the ground the next day. Over a year later after he decided to strike out on his own, he finds himself living deep in the bowels of a grim city known as Galevein, working as a contract killer and underground informant. With the recent events going on, he's been sloppy, always leaving his victims burned to a crisp with no explanation, unaware that authorities were searching and capturing people like him. He's managed to hide from the law in general for a year, but this is something he wasn't prepared for.<br><br>Theme Song: <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/ThX6n0Wxnf0?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe></div></div><br><br>If you've noticed how all my character's names start with a 'K', then you certainly are an observant one. This is because 'K' is my favourite letter and also corresponds with my favourite number.</div>
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