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Dedication: The Original Cursed Shadows thread was created by CraftingCobra, who has since left the game. We continue in his world, to see who emerges victorious in the conflict between Harbringer and Shade.
Welcome to New York City circa year 2050.
One of the most populated cities in the world suffers from all the ills that humanity can inflict upon itself. Crimes against man and property run rampant and the ultra-wealthy live within walking distance of the poorest of the poor. A center for finance, culture and entertainment, as well as vice and greed, the Big Apple has it all.
Now, something beyond the understanding of science has come to the City-that-never-sleeps. An infectious disease that scientist call Meta-1Ch3, but known to the world as the Shadow Plague, has entered the population. Where it originated from is unknown. How it spreads is unknown. If there is a cure is unknown. All that is known is that those infected die approximately 12 hours after the first signs of infection.
But the horror that is the Shadow Plague is not that its mortality rate is 100%, but that those who die from it do not cease to exist. Instead, they become something more, and something much less, than the humans they used to be. Called Shades by the media, the recently dead return to ?life?, but with a loss of all humanity. Mindless, emotionless killers, they are now supernatural predators whose only goal is to consume the beating hearts of their victims.
Police have engaged the psychopathic killers when and where they can find them. And they have suffered greatly while trying to protect and serve the public. The Shades can be killed with normal weapons, but it takes massive physical damage to stop of the dead and many, many officers have paid the ultimate price while trying to stop a Shadow Plague victim.
The future was bleak for NYC and the world.
Then a new infection started appearing. Those who became deathly ill with this pathogen recovered and became something more than human. The media bestowed the name Harbringer to these new beings, as they were deemed to be a precursor to a future both bright and terrible. The Harbringer gained superhuman gifts and seemed to be a natural enemy of the Shade.
Into this maelstrom of humanity and plague, you live your life until the day comes that you realize that you have become ill. A fever rages through your body, muscles cramp and ache, sweat runs off your body and you are sure you are going to die.
The question is: Which plague do you have? Will you be a Harbringer, with gifts that most of humanity wants to possess? Or are you destined to die, and become a being of death and hunger, the forever feared Shade?
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1. Out of Character Posts should be in ((___)) or [___]
2. Do not double post; edit it into your last post.
3. Do not God-Mod. You character doesn't know what's happening everywhere.
4. No Power Gaming. Your character can't fight a hoard of enemies and survive.
5. Do not make your character Over-Powered. This makes it really boring.
6. Do not advance the plot. That is the moderator and my job.
7. Be active. If you do not post within a week, you're kicked.
8. If you read this, mention your character's first love somewhere in your application.
9. Grammar and spelling are a must.
10. You can die. If you die, you have a spot reserved for another character. This spot will last a week.
11. Posts must be longer than a sentence. Describe what your character is doing.
12. Time warps are controlled by me, and only me.
13. If you have an idea for the plot, PM it to me. We'll see what we can do.
14. Cussing is fine.
15. Romance is fine, makes things interesting.
16. If you contradict anything that you wrote in your application. You will be warned, and you must edit your post.
17. Your character doesn't know the environment. He doesn't know about secret caves or anything of that sort.
18. Have fun!
(DO NOT START AS A SHADE OR HARBRINGER! YOUR FIRST POST SHOULD EITHER BE BEFORE YOU CATCH THE PLAGUE, OR WHEN YOU CATCH IT!)
Terms and Stuff:
Meta-1Ch3: A plague of unknown origin that has begun to infect people in NYC. The medical community was the first to identify that something new had come to the Big Apple, and that it was a killer. All those infected die, usually in less than a day of exhibiting the first flu-like symptoms. The doctors kept the situation quiet, alerting only the Center for Disease Control (CDC), the governmental agency designated for dealing with situations like these. So far the only governmental response has been to send a team of scientist to the city to begin collecting data and specimens.
Shade: Victim of the Meta-1Ch3 pathogen, these former humans technically die and then return to a �living� state as a supernatural shadow. After death, their bodies darken to a midnight black, deeper than that of a lightless pit, including teeth and fingernails. Only their eyes remain different, losing all color and become a pupil-less milky white.
Most Shades are nocturnal and they are filled with a perpetual hunger for the beating hearts of humans. Harbringer� hearts are more desired by Shades than normal humans, satisfying the hunger and being a natural intoxicant to the living shadows.
Shades have demonstrated supernatural abilities. They can move at speeds beyond those of the most athletic human and have insane strength; some of them are able to move up to 1000 pounds of weight. They can also control shadows, bending them at will, using them as camouflage, and traveling line-of-sight through them. Their weakness includes sunlight interfering with their abilities, reducing them to normal human levels. Artificial bright light causes some pain and a minor reduction in their abilities. And they are able to be damaged and killed by physical means (bullets, blades, impacts, etc.), though when not in direct sunlight, it requires massive disruption of their physical forms. Recently SWAT Team Six has used some special ultra-violet emitting bullets that cause severe damage to a shade.
As a whole, Shades are mindless predators, specializing in ambush attacks of their prey. They seem to be unable to speak and exhibit no redeeming human emotions such as mercy, compassion, or love. Self-preservation is their only other urge, so typically they will attack, feed and flee. When cornered, they attack without thought for strategy, only �fight or flight�.
Recently, a very few of the newly dead Shades have started to exhibit thought and intelligence. These Shades have also shown extra supernatural gifts beyond those of the common Shade.
The general public is unsure on the existence of the Shades. Most people assume that they are a creation of the newspapers trying to use sensationalism to get subscribers. Some believe that eyewitnesses quoted by the papers as people looking for their 15 minutes of fame. A few think that the Shades are real and are part of some conspiracy theory or another (aliens, government experiment, occult societies, etc.). Only those few who have seen a real Shade and lived to tell about it believe.
(In a change from the original Cursed Shadows, the Shade infection is not as contagious and not as many shades are created. The actual infection cause is unknown. I did not want the world overrun as quickly as the original infection rate seemed to indicate.)
Harbringer: Caused by an unnamed pathogen, this illness has similar symptoms to the Shadow Plague. But after descending to the brink of death, the Harbringer quickly recovers, and becomes something more than human.
So far, the disease has caused no physical manifestations of the change. The new Harbringer continue to look human, retaining all their pre-illness traits. But their abilities are now beyond human understanding.
Harbringer physically outperform any human. Strength, speed, and stamina rival those of the Shades, and they also heal at nearly triple the rate of a normal person. To deal with this increased physicality, they must to eat nearly quadruple the calories of a typical human, or they weaken quickly.
Harbringer also demonstrate supernatural powers once only shown in movies or comic books. Some scientists speculate that the increased mental capacity that the Harbringer seem to have may be used to pull up some previously seen or imagined �superpower� and to bring it into reality. Still, Harbringer have shown that some individuals can spontaneously create fire, or �summon� weapons, or other nearly magical abilities.
There also seems to be a natural antagonism between Harbringer and Shade, causing an almost undeniable desire for the new super powered beings to destroy the living shadows.
Harbringer are not beyond human wants and desires. Each one is a person who has been given powers beyond that of mortal men. How they use them depends on the type of person they were before the illness.
Bullet Eaters: The largest criminal gang in NYC. They are extremely feared by the general public and the police are in a constant struggle to curtail their power. Even other criminals (organized crime, other gangs, and individuals) fear the Bullet Eaters� strength and influence. They have many branches within the gang and engage in all manner of crimes.
Most of their �soldiers� are extremely bloodthirsty. All of them have a Bullet Bill tattoo somewhere on their body.
The actual leader(s) of the gang is unknown at this time.
Rolling Hearts: The biggest vigilante group in New York City, they started as a grassroots response to the growing violence of criminal gangs. Loved by the public and given a blind eye by the law-enforcement establishment, they try their hardest to help the people of the city. They are extremely trusted, and are welcomed almost anywhere.
They have shown that they are willing to meet criminal activity with violence, �fighting fire with fire� as it were.
They are organized into many loose-knit cells and have a general democratic type hierarchy. Almost all members keep their association with the group a secret and all of them have a tattoo of a heart somewhere on their body.
S.W.A.T. Team Six: A new squad of the NYC Police Department SWAT team, designed and equipped to deal specifically with Shades. This is the first federally-aided response team created to combat the psychopathic killers that the Shadow Plague victims become. Armed with special ultra-violet emitting bullets, and backed up by a walking gun platform called SHEPHERD, and a sniper called Overlord, the three squads that make up SWAT Team Six (Alpha, Beta, & Delta) are out for the sole purpose of killing Shades.
They are supposed to be kept secret from the public.
Weapons and Stuff:
Modern firearms are the typical weapon available.
The swords are a type of energy sword, charged with electricity and generating an almost laser-like cutting edge. They will not cut through metal doors (like a light saber) but flesh is not a problem. They are very powerful, but very expensive. These are not typically available to the poorer character unless found during the story.
Mystical weapons formed by use of shadow or Harbringer power are not much stronger than either of these modern items. A mystic sword will be on par with the energy sword, and power blasts will be just a step above a military-grade gun.
Specially developed ultra-violet emitting bullets are being supplied to SWAT Team Six, but are not available to the general characters.
No "all powerful, ultimate death ray explosive particle nano photon 'I Win'" weapon allowed. Keep it just a bit more than real world and things will be more fun.
please put some effort into the creation of your character. A well thought out character is more fun to interact with and the application shows how well you may fit into our game.
Name:
Age:
Race (Harbringer or Shade?):
Powers:
Skills (What can your character do? Pick locks?):
Description (Describe how your character looks like. Hair style, length, facial features, body type and build. What are they wearing? LOTS OF DETAIL):
Inventory (What does your character have on him?):
Personality (How would your character normally react. No bi-polar characters):
Biography (What is your character's past? Lots of details is good):
Education (What form of education does this character have?):
Strengths (What strengths does your character have?):
Weaknesses (Stubbed toe is not a weakness):
Fun Facts (Anything your character does. Do they smoke? Write that here):
RP Example (RP your character's past. Any part.):
Anything I should add? (What would make this RP better?):
KEY: Bold - Storyteller (Has ALL the abilities!) Italicized - Moderator (Can add/kick people, advance the plot, etc.) Underlined - Trusted Member(Active and awesome, are probably being considered for a moderator spot.)
Plain - Regular Member Crossed - Probationary Member (needs to post soon or will be kicked.)
Creator: CraftingCobra
If your name is not on the list,then you have been Kicked!
Harbringer Roster:
CptPorkins : Chase Perkins - A large man, the first that the harbringer disease seems to have cause physical mutation. Grey skin, Black pits for eyes, No sensation of touch or pain. Does not breath and has no heartbeat.
TAMBAR5000 : Halt Warren - An old Bullet Eater, and now a retired cop with the ability to control fire with his powers as a Harbringer.
Rhynerd : Daniel Clemp - A Harbringer with the ability to use minor telepathy. Likes to tinker with mechanical things.
MoarWork : Sarit Lem - Young lady with the ability to harness light (Daylight the stongest, artificial to some extent) and form it into projected energy.
Ratiza : Ratiza - 20 year old, 6'4" Harbringer with the power of making his skin diamond hard for a short period. Has a mighty hatred for Bullet Eaters.
Shade Roster:
CamoColorNinja : Eddy Lovewood - A Shade that managed to retain human emotion, with the ability to craft weapons out of shadows.
Thatanos : Archard Daelan - A Shade with the ability to skin a victim and wear it. He will look like them, and if he has the time, sound like them too.
ScreamingQueen : Xuan Zu - A Shade with the ability to warp and stretch her body to impossibly horrifying and deadly shapes.
CloudJHi : Mark Ammon - A teen Shade, able to spin threads and cables of shadow.
clant : Kurt Puhnic - A late 20's Shade who can become invisable.
Proporo : Eater - 28 year old eating machine. Wild, chaotic, stronger than most shades, voraciously hungry. Eater consumes his whole victim.
If your name is not on the list anymore, you have been kicked.
Powers: Feels no pain, Doesn't need to breathe, Steady hands (Heart doesn't beat, so nothing to unsteady him when still).
Skills: Good with his signature weapon, his hand made crossbow, Slight ability to fight.
Description: Before his...Accident, Chase was built like an Ox. With dark red hair, light grey eyes, shining white teeth and a light tan from his early life, he wasn't exactly ugly. The only thing that stopped him from becoming a ladies man, or wooing women all night every night was his beer gut.
But afterwards, he was different. Alot different. Gone was the red hair, the Grey eyes, shining teeth and Tan. His hair became a drab concrete grey, while his eyes became non-existant, just pitch black holes. His teeth were cracked and yellow, while his skin was a mossy, grey green color. In his mind, the only bonus of the incident was losing almost all of his excess fat.
Since walking around looking like a horror movie extra isn't a good idea, He currently wears a dark olive Hooded jumper, a plain black t-shirt, a pair of simple white gloves, dark grey jeans, the knees of which are almost entirely worn, a pair of black converse sneakers and lastly, to hide the rest of his face, a red scarf, almost always wrapped around the lower half of his face.
Inventory: Wallet, House keys, empty bottle of '5 hour energy'
Personality: With a heart of gold and a brain of steel, Chase is what some might call 'The ultimate Bro'. Although a smartass at times and the equivalent of a stand up comic when a screw up is pulled forth, he still means well, and enjoys the company of others. While his illness may have deadened his looks, his Personality is still as fresh as ever.
Biography: Originally born in a small port side town in the Southern part of Australia, Chase grew up with an interest in three things: Human Behaviour, Wartime Weaponry, and lastly, Literature. To him, these were the only three things that were truly great. With both of his parents working in education, it made sense for them to home school their only child, to teach him how the world worked.
They crammed as much information into his head as possible, only to watch it spill out again onto sheet after sheet of notes and sketches. With an almost insaitable hunger to learn, Young Chase became more and more focused on learning, and less and less on socialising. After 8 years of homeschooling, his parents made the biggest decision they could ever make: To send their son to public school.
After several months of being the awkward outsider, Sitting by himself at lunch and keeping quiet in class, someone finally sat down with him, and had a full conversation with him. Instead of creating enemies with his sarcastic jibes, he did almost the opposite. No longer was he 'That loner' or 'Him', But 'The comedian'. He soon graduated highschool, with brilliant grades in History, English and Psychology. After taking a gap year to earn some cash, he grabbed a plane ticket to the big apple, where he grabbed an easy cafe job, and got into the same studies he'd aced at school.
Chase was doing great. School was tough, but manageable. His boss was friendly, always gave him a free meal during break, and let him off every second weekend so he could go on hunting trips. And he even had his own apartment, with a full kitchen and everything. Then, it happened. The incident. After finishing a shift at work, he'd sat down to grab a coffee, and fill out some papers relating to his citizenship. The only other person there was one of the kitchen hands, doing prep for the next day. It turned out his 'Friendly' boss had wronged the bullet eaters. Several of them burst through the locked door, all carrying either a bat or pole, and fueled with drugs and drink, they attacked the hapless Australian, beating him to the brink of death, before finally leaving. The ambulance got there fast, but unfortunately, there was nothing that could be done.
Chase passed away before he even got to hospital.
But of course, the harbringers disease had other plans for him.
Education: High school graduate, 3 years at College studying English, Psychology and History.
Strengths: Can't feel pain, Steady aim, quiet, no need to breathe
Weaknesses: Can't feel pain so he can't tell the limit of which he can survive, Not breathing and having no heartbeat forces him to avoid hospitals and close contact, his features tend to be something of a problem with people.
Fun Facts: Learned to hunt after he arrived in America, where it was easier to obtain and keep a weapon.
RP Example: Death.
The end of ones natural life, and what some would think of as the beginning of the spiritual. Except there wasn't a new beginning. Just a moment of silence, of blackness, of no sensation, and suddenly, everything. It overwhelmed him, made him want to scream out in pain from the sudden flood of life. Life which he'd lost days earlier. He remembered it all, the pain, the blood, and most of all, the laughing of his assailents. While his mind was back to full working capacity instantly, his body was slower. Several long hours passed before he was able to do more then wriggle or twitch his muscles, and even then, it was still a problem.
After kicking at the wall beneath his feet, it finally came free, allowing him to climb out. What he encountered was something different to what he expected. Instead of a white room and a crate, the kind that was often seen in the 'interrorgation' scene during movies, he saw rows upon rows of steel small steel doors, all along the wall behind him. Infront of him sat several steel operating tables, the kind seen in Morgues. Stumbling to the shining metal surface, cleaner and more polished then that which sat behind him, he gazed at the mask of horror that lay infront of him. Stitches arced across his gaunt, grey-green skin. His once Red hair, thick and wavy, now hung straight and grey as the concrete at his feet. Had his heart beat, it would have froze. Had his lungs sucked in air, it would have caught in his throat. Had his eyes still rested in their sockets, and not been removed, a single tear would have formed.
Age (A 12 year old or similar will be instantly denied): Late 40's-Early 50's
Race (Are you planning on being a Harbringer or Shade?): Harbringer
Powers (For Shades, what shadow powers do you have?): One power is deadly accuracy, i.e throwing and aim. Another one is he can control fire, forming it with his hands and throwing it, letting it climb up his arms, etc
Skills (What can your character do? Pick locks?): He knows all sorts of interrogation methods, as well as torture techniques. He is very intimidating, and calm which makes even the biggest and strongest enemies hesitate. He is average at sword fighting but excels at knives i.e close quarters.
Description (Describe how your character looks like. What are they wearing? LOTS OF DETAIL): Steely grey eyes, with a very shaggy salt and pepper beard (Short, of course) . He has greying hair and a rugged, but handsome face. In his younger years he was a member of the feared Bullet Eaters, so that explains his powerful presence. He has calloused hands and although old, he has a whipcord type strength about him. He wears a brown leather jacket above an olive green shirt. On his legs he wears some jeans. He has a pistol holster in his belt, carrying his magnum and a hunting knife strapped to his thigh. He sometimes wears aviators. And on his left forearm he has the bullet eater tattoo, with a line through it indicating he left.
Inventory (What does your character have on him?): A magnum revolver, his police badge. A hunting knife and an old pair of knuckle dusters.
Personality (How would your character normally react. No bi-polar characters): He always appears calm, and serious with an air of authority surrounding him. When angry he speaks quietly, with venom in his voice. When he speaks people tend to listen, because he is an excellent battle strategist. With his friends, and people he knows well, he sometimes shows he can have a sense of humour.
Biography (What is your character's past? Lots of details is good): Halt never knew his parents, he was orphaned and lived at the local orphanage. When he was 14, the orphanage closed down, and he was on the streets. For about 3 years he had to fend for himself, stealing, hiding when he was found by the bullet eaters. They took him in and helped him, supplying him with food and skills, even giving him a magnum pistol, which he had no idea how to use. He had to learn fast though. It wasn't an easy life. He had to do all sorts of work for them, being the lackey, always slaughtering innocents. At 30 he left, and joined the police. He sought the path to redemption and tried hard. After hard years he was promoted to chief. When he turned 49, he retired still keeping his badge. He made an alliance with the Hearts, a rebel gang and helped them out, going against the bullet eaters and his past demons killing targets and providing them with intel.
Education (What form of education does this character have?): None whatsoever, he learned what he did by television and the Internet.
Strengths (What strengths does your character have?): Calm, good strategist and a good liar.
Weaknesses (Stubbed toe is not a weakness): He is very loyal to his friends and sometimes thinks he can handle everything.
Fun Facts (Anything your character does. Do they smoke? Write that here): He smokes, and when agitated he keeps on lighting his hands on and off fire.
RP Example (RP your character's past. Any part.):
(Just before RP begins)
The night was cool. A damp smell hung in the air and the dim streetlights badly illuminated the empty road. Halt could hear the crunch of gravel underneath his boots. Walking to his car he took out his keys. He Breathed in the fresh air and inserted it in. Behind him he heard a rough voice shout, "Give us the fo'kin car old man." He turned around to see three teenagers, all of them with bullet eater tattoos on the sides of their heads. The biggest one, holding a metal baseball bat walked up to him, and shoved him hard. He hit the side of the car. Hard. Regaining his balance he looked at him, and calmly said. "You best be leaving now, son before i hurt you." He laughed, he was an ugly fellow with a stump of a neck and a sloping forehead. He said "What could an old ******* like you d-" He was cut off when Halt leapt forward with lightning speed, jamming his elbow in his throat. The boy began gagging when Halt pivoted on one leg and slammed a kick into his gut. When he doubled over Halt brought down both his hands on top of his head. A crowbar hit his leg, there were still two more. He reached for his magnum when a wooden baton smacked him upside the head.
The second one had attacked him, and they were going to kill him if he didn't do something. Fast as lightning he whipped out his knife and grabbed one in a headlock, his rough arm muscles constricting his throat, he slashed him across the neck and watched blood spill out, the other one was swinging the crowbar at his head, he brought up the knife in a downward grip and blocked it, gripping his forearm he swung him above and brought him down hard on the pavement. He put his foot in his neck and began to pull until he heard a snap. He quickly dusted off the crowbar and planted it in the unconscious ones hand, making it clear that he hadn't done anything.
Halt climbed in his car and drove home.
Anything I should add? (What would make this RP better?): We should all use QWERTY Keyboards, but thats just me :wink.gif:
Age (A 12 year old or similar will be instantly denied): 22
Race (Are you planning on being a Harbringer or Shade?): Eventually a Harbringer, but for now still a human
Powers (For Shades, what shadow powers do you have?): once he gets a full blown case of harbringer's he'll be able to send repulsion blasts to force bask enemies of the amny sorts, move items about from a distance, who knows maybe he'll even have some powers similar to gambit, but that's doubtful.
Skills (What can your character do? Pick locks?): Daniel's always been good with tinkering and repairing things, also has some experience as a construction worker so one could say he's stronger than some other fellows.
Description (Describe how your character looks like. What are they wearing? LOTS OF DETAIL): Surprising to those who know his past, he actually looks like somebody you'd see as a college sophomore, minus the fact that his hair is starting to gray. The grey hair is rather grown otu and shaggy, infact, it looks like a dark gray version of shaggy's hairdo, not that he knows. Other things to note about his face are the blue eyes and the small scar ont he hairline above his left eye. Total height is 6'1'', clothing being a sort of frankenstien'd version of a burgundy sweatjacket and his old olive drab dyed construction worker's coat, a worn out pair of jeans folded at the ankles (as well as patched up here and there and some old red and black sneakers. He also does keep himself in shape for his current job. One more thing: he has a tattoo of a heart by his right knee.
Inventory (What does your character have on him?): lead pipe, small wrench, small screwdriver, medical tape, a few pills for colds.
Personality (How would your character normally react. No bi-polar characters): Daniel is a rather laid back fellow, also not much for fighting soembody unless it's truly nessesary. Always seen looking out for others before himself though.
Biography (What is your character's past? Lots of details is good): Daniel was one of those kids who grew up in one of the lesser parts of towns. At a young age he got around to intkering, and thanks to that they were able get themselves a few luxuries such as a radio. Living on the poor side of life he had the chance to work on his tinkering skills even more, by the time he was to go to school by law he had what it took to make a few bucks here and there with some of his little machines.
Besides that his parents did what they could to help him get by even thoguh he was attempting to support the family himself. After finishing first grade his one year younger brother and sister went to school with him, and together they made it all the way middle shcool with the bare minimum of supplies, and then high school with some slightly better supplies thanks to some studies in vehicles Daniel did during the summers.
The younger siblings worked to go to college once they made it through high school, Daniel graduated as part of the egineering team with a scholarship, but gave it to his apprentice of a brother and instead got a job as a construction worker to assist his now too ill to work parents.
He spent two years working while his brother was attempting to get a masters with help from "the master" while his sister became a journalist. A slce of their paychecks went into medical bills, though it wasn't enough to save them.
Then came the shades, which not only gave the one good thing about his parents deaths (he won't have to worry about them turning), but also made work for him sparse, so he quit and used the uniform as the work attire for his makeshift auto body shop to earn his keep, at least for as long as it could last.
Not too long ago the Bullet Eaters attempted to shoot up the college his brother's going to, which brought him to joining the Rolling Hearts to help make sure they can't try that again, pushing his little business to the weekends only. Even though it appears he's coming down with a really bad cold (actually harbringers), he's still taking on jobs here and there for his new "employers"
Education (What form of education does this character have?): He made to high school... that's basically it.
Strengths (What strengths does your character have?): close to medium range combat, small repairs, improvising, etc.
Weaknesses (Stubbed toe is not a weakness):long range focused enemies, anything that needs college-grade knowledge, etc.
Fun Facts (Anything your character does. Do they smoke? Write that here): He grew up listening to that radio for most of his life, has a load of songs stuck in his head that he ends up "playing" now and then, also kinda wished he had something for longer ranges, heard of an intering assault rifle called a Sig 550 he's hoping he can have someday to help fight off the Bullet Eaters.
RP Example (RP your character's past. Any part.): It was a slow day at the shop, middle of the winter, and the car door wouldn't close, his "favorite" combination. His office still had a working heater though, and the chair could still recline so he was covered until a customer arrived.
Speak of the devil one could say, as at that moment it appeared a customer was pulling into the old frozen steel grey workplace of his. The car was a dark red carmengia (old small 2-door VW convertible car), it had the top up so he couldn't really tell who the driver was, until he saw that the font liscense plate said QWERTY on it. Low and behold it was his sister, hopefully it was just a friendly visit though.
He began to walk outside, it's been a while since he's seen another member of the family. Apparantly she's been doing well, heck, she's actually going up another tier in life. There was just one problem she was hoping her older brother could solve for her...
Anything I should add? (What would make this RP better?): Nothing at the moment.
Powers: Sarit has the ability to manipulate the energy of the sun, to an extent. Among her talents are the ability to concentrate light rays to form a burning, narrow beam; create intensely bright flashes of light around herself that have an effect similar to burning a huge strip of magnesium, temporarily blinding anyone looking at her; bend light rays to reach shadowy places it normally does not reach and deprive small areas of natural light. She also has, to a lesser extent control over artificial lights - she can intensify or dim them, but only for short periods of time.
Skills: Sarit is quite the genius, able to quickly spot patterns and flaws in opponent's fighting styles, and exploit these flaws. On top of this, she is a great problem solver and strategical thinker, who has an uncanny aptitude to use her surroundings to her advantage. She is skilled in defensive martial arts, and can prevent most attacks from reaching her until she tires, though she lacks offensive techniques, and so often has to exploit an enemy's flaws or use her surroundings to defeat an opponent. She is also a talented free runner, and being familiar with New York, can travel through the city quickly and smoothly without every laying a foot on the streets below.
Description: Sarit stands fairly tall for a woman, at 5'7. It is clear to those who see her that she cares about her appearance - she is very toned and fit, and her light blond her falls dead straight around her face, cut in a razor sharp line just below her ears, apart from her fringe, which is just above her eyes. She has intelligent, large grey eyes framed by long black lashes and surrounded by light blue eyeliner. Her lips are fairly thin, yet finely shaped, and painted with a dark red lipstick. When smiling, many have commented that her teeth are so bright that they're almost painful to look at. Overall, her face has an innocent look, though if one looks close enough, they can see a look of intelligent cunning in her eyes.
Her common outfit is one that is comfortable, yet does not restrict her mobility. She wears white cargo pants, which taper below the knees to the point that at her ankles, they are tightly fastened with cords inside the material, as Sarit finds that clothes that flap around her ankles are rather annoying. On her top half she wears a tight fitting black singlet, with a large, white Bishop (chess) design on it. On cold days, when she is not running, Sarit wears a thick, woolen red jumper that reaches her knees.
Inventory: Sarit's most important possession is her iPod classic, securely fastened to a wide, purple band on her left bicep. Also attached to this band is her old, crappy Nokia cellphone, which she feels no need to upgrade - it can call people, and that's all she requires. She also carries around a small, blue backpack containing a travel chess set, a first aid kit and her thin, leather wallet containing her meager supply of cash and credit card.
Personality: Sarit is a very calm person, who always checks the consequences of her actions before committing to them - a trait she has picked up from her long hours spent at chessboards. Because of this, she will not rush into the fray to save an ally unless she finds it absolutely necessary - instead, she will formulate a plan which provides, according to her calculations, the best outcome. She finds it easy to get along with calm, quiet people, though finds loud, obnoxious and foolhardy action seekers almost unbearable. Though she appears to be rather quiet and even shy when people first meet her, close friends discover she has a good sense of humor, with a razor sharp wit to match.
She also gets a feeling of intoxicating joy when she free runs - the only other time she finds this joy is after completing an elaborate plan on a chessboard successfully. Due to this joy, she often has difficulty on focusing on anything other than her path while running - all other environmental factors tend to just fade into the background, including the aches and pains of her body.
Biography: Sarit was an oddity from a the day she was born - though she was born to an Native-American mother, and a dark skinned German father, she had pale white skin, almost to the point that she was an Albino. There was no genetic explanation, as dark skin traced back several generations in both families, and so it was declared a mutation. Despite her visible differences from her five older brothers, Sarit was accepted into the family with open arms, cared for like all the other children.
She had a happy, yet remarkable childhood. She spoke her first word on the day of her first birthday, before her older brother Jacob, who was two at the time, had uttered his. Over the next several months she quickly compiled a vocabulary of over three hundred words, and by the time she was two was able to effectively communicate with her parents and brothers the way that a regular five year old would. She taught herself to read at the age of three, and while her brothers were playing with their Lego and video games, she was pouring over her father’s collection of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, amazing her parents with her ability to grasp and remember the complicated material within the hefty tomes.
Her father, recognizing her extraordinary potential, got her a year of chess lessons from a nearby International Master at the age of five. She, perhaps unsurprisingly, progressed at a remarkable rate, and within six months was beating children three times her age, who had been learning from the Master, whose name was Joe, for up to five years. By the time she was ten, she was competing at a national level, and won the Under-Twelve American Nationals on her second attempt, at the age of eleven. After hard years of studying both chess and schoolwork, she finally reached the stage she had aspired to for many years at the age of seventeen - Grand Master.
While storming through the chess scene, Sarit had been quietly yet successfully achieving at school, reaching top of her class, and year, every year until she was seventeen, where she graduated High School with a scholarship to study Chemistry at Harvard. It was at Harvard that her life completely turned around, when she met Lance. Lance was studying Business at the College, and for a reason she couldn't describe, she immediately liked him. He clearly felt the same - within two months they were engaged, and had moved into their own apartment using money which Lance mysteriously acquired.
The couple married young, after only knowing each other for a year - Sarit was nineteen at the time, while Lance was twenty one. The two were a happy couple - Lance became somewhat of a high roller in business, and was earning them a good income, while Sarit finished her degree within a year, and completed her doctorate on the topic in record time, becoming a professor at the College at the age of twenty three. In her spare time, Sarit took up a course in philosophy, a topic that interested her greatly. She and Lance, five years after their marriage, were still a happy couple, and though the topic of children had seldom been breached, Sarit had the feeling that it would become an important matter in their lives fairly soon.
However, Sarit's marriage and life came crashing down around her a year later, at the age of twenty six. Upon visiting Lance's office one night, as he had left some important documents at home, Sarit walked in on him surrounded by five prostitutes. Outraged, and blinded by both her tears and rage, she screeched until all the ladies had left the room, leaving her to confront her husband, her first true love.
Three years later, and Sarit is living in New York, subsisting mainly of the $10,000 that Lance must pay her monthly. She moved to the Big Apple two months after walking in on Lance, and, for a change, took up the physical challenges of free running and defensive martial arts. Showing her usual quick mastery, Sarit had outstripped all her tutors in both cases after three years of intense training, and while she still practices both with an almost religious fervor, spends much of her time on strange experiments and philosophical theorizing.
Education: Sarit has completed Doctorates from Harvard in both Philosophy and Chemistry.
Strengths: Sarit is incredibly intelligent, displaying great talent when it comes to planning and problem solving. She is talented at close quarters using her defensive martial arts styles, and is gifted when it comes to finding alternative routes through a city.
Weaknesses: Sarit is terrified of public speaking, often freezing up when having to address large crowds of people. She also has a very limited experience of offensive fighting, and so if she came up against an enemy who she could not find a way to counter, she would be unable to defeat them.
Fun Facts: Sarit has a rather unhealthy addiction to tea, often going through more than ten pots in one day. Despite this, her teeth never seem to become stained, and retain their painful lustre.
RP Example: The wind rushed past her ears, almost tuning out the bizarre harmonies of Tool that were blasting through her iPod. Leaping down the two metres to the next building, Sarit rolled, feeling the bite of the unforgiving gravel as it brushed past her whirling arms, before she once again rose, moving just as quickly.
Deciding it was time for a break, Sarit began to gradually slow down, coming to a halt less than a metre from the edge of the apartment block, less than a metre away from a swift, roaring fall followed by the sweet embrace of death. Shaking the unexpected suicidal thoughts out of her head, she raised her gaze slightly, looking at the people milling around on the streets below. Ants. Ants are all they are - scurrying to and fro, completing their endless tasks not for themselves, but for their oppressive, threatening queen. Sarit frowned - she did not know what had come over her, to think such vindictive thoughts.
Hoping to rid herself of such thoughts, Sarit returned herself to the maze of buildings that lay ahead of her, planning the next section of her course. A quick leap, followed by vaulting the fence, which mistook itself for an object that could actually deter people from passing over it. A sharp turn to the left, and nothing more than running in a straight line and occasional jumping after that. No, scratch that, she thought, noticing the fire escape at the end of the building with the pitiful chain link fence. She needed food, and more importantly, tea.
Taking a few steps back, as to have an adequate run up to jump the gap between the buildings, Sarit launched herself forward, her vision narrowing until all she could see in front of her was the next object to be overcome, her senses narrowing until all she could hear was the searing pain in her lungs and the rapid thump thump thump of her heart. Within thirty seconds she had reached the ladder, and quickly slid down the ten stories to the street below.
Slowly stretching, Sarit began to walk down the streets of the clustered ant nest of New York City, headed in the direction of the nearest coffee shop that provided an adequate tea. Already, she was smiling in anticipation of the hot, warming liquid.
Powers: My character is he can harden every part of his body to the point of diamond, for an extent of fifteen minutes. His teeth and fingernails are sharp enough (using the previously stated power) can rip through flesh, and almost reach bone. Although, after this period he gets a slight, but painful, electric shock, and freezes for 15 seconds, due to his muscles spasming. He also ages slwoly, each year being worth half a year to him. He has immensley strong internal organs to, which stop the bad side effects of smoking.
Skills (What can your character do? Pick locks?): He is strong, fast and intelligent
Description (Describe how your character looks like. Hair style, length, facial features, body type and build. What are they wearing? LOTS OF DETAIL): He has long, shaggy, straight black hair, at abour shoulder length, with the fringe just above his nose. He is 6"4, with a suprisingly attractive face. He is lean, even though he is fast and strong. He normally wears a dark hoodie, which helps him blend in with his surroundings (mainly the dark alleyways of the night. he wears loose, baggy black jeans for comfort, warmth and disguise. He wears Skate shoes, keeping up with the trend of black.
Inventory (What does your character have on him?): He carries very little items, in including a snub nosed revolver concealed in one of the many secret pockets within his hoody, some speed reloads for the gun and an expensive bag.
Personality (How would your character normally react. No bi-polar characters): He is a light hearted person, most of the time, but can have sudden mood swings, depending on how he is going in life. In his less good natured state he has a very short temper and attention span. In his light hearted mode, he will mainly joke around, and if insulted will just say a rather witty comeback. He needs a cigarette at least once a day, or the worse mood comes out in him.
Biography (What is your character's past? Lots of details are good): Ratiza's life was very boring. He went to school, he went home, he did his homework, and then he slept. Until he met Roxanne. And then, when she died, nothing quietened down. They just goot worse.. The death had wounded him greatly. They were the best of friends, never going anywhere without eachother. The pair were inseperable, their hands intertwined for at least eight hours a day. They had no desire for a physical love, but a feeling, an urge, if you must, for them to have a more physical relationship pounced upon Ratiza like a lion on it's prey, it's grasp deadly, and it's intents obvious. This resulted in her feeling used, and they had slowly fell apart. Ratiza didn't know what was happening, and was outraged when she had said that she wanted to break up with him. They argued for an hour or two, and Roxanne stormed through the door, teams streaming down her face. Ratiza fell onto his bedm exhausted, confused and sad. He thought that he would make up, and it would all be solved. But when he woke up, all that had been solved was Roxanne's date of death. She had been killed by the leader of the Bullet Eater's, for something her dad had done. Ratiza never payed attention to what her father had done, only to what had happened. To this day, he can't remember what her father had done to annoy such a powerful gang.
He continued through his last year of high school, when Meta-1ch3 hit. The city of New York was set into turmoil, and Ratiza ran, far, far away from all the death and horrible changings. He traveled the city for half a year, looking for a place to stay. When he fell ill with the plague.
Education (What form of education does this character have?):He went through all years of school, with straight A's each one. He was Dux of all of his schools.
Strengths (What strengths does your character have?): Personality wise: He is charming and funny, but has a dark side. He makes friends easily, no time wasted on chatting. Body wise: He is strong and fast.
Weaknesses (Stubbed toe is not a weakness): His power is just strong, and maybe overpowered, but, after he uses it, he freezes for up to 1 1/2 minutes. He is fast and strong, but tires easily. Finally, he has an extreme hatred for Bullet Eater's and will attempt to kill any sighted, even if it means almost certain death.
Fun Facts (Anything your character does. Do they smoke? Write that here): He smokes, but his power stops the bad side effects from happening. All it does is takes him back to normal.
RP Example (RP your character's past. Any part.): The gritty bar was full of drunks and newcomers, wanting to party, onl realisng they'd come to the sad, stoned Year 10's part, then the cool, interesting, girl ridden Year 11's party. Ratiza did not fit in here at all. A man in his late 30s walked up to him, the stench of alchohol in his breath. A bottle was in one hand, and his other was curled into some might decribe as a fist. He managed to throw out some words at Ratiza. "Mate," he said, "Yer lookin' fer a fight, aren't ya? Well, ya got one right here mate!"
Ratiza glances at the man, chuckles, and pushes him into a nearby table, the glass shattering into his hand.
Anything I should add? (What would make this RP better?): A drug empire. And an IRC channel. That is all.
Powers: Zeke's Harbringer power is the ability to sense any other Harbringer, and their power with great ease. He can also sense the capacity of other powers, and was made to help other Harbringers become stronger. He is not as fast or strong as other Harbringers, but he is much smarter.
Skills: Zeke is extremely smart for the time, much more smart than most other people. He is very knowledgeable, and knows lots of things that others do not. He is a very smooth talker, and very good at lying. A special skill is that he is very good at memorizing things; whether it is maps or books.
Description: Zeke is a relatively tall 23 year old, with a slim build. He has short black hair, with dark brown eyes, along with his chipped glasses. He has a thin scar on his left cheek, from an old gang fight. Along with that, Zeke walks and runs with a limb, because of an untreated broken leg that never healed completely. Also, Zeke has a heart tattoo with a black line through it on the back of his right hand. Zeke wears a white polo with gray stripes, and dark blue jeans. He has a digital watch on his left wrist, and a wrist band on his right. Finally, he has a lucky ring on his left middle finger for good luck.
Inventory: Zeke currently has his wallet (with his ID, and 200 $ in cash), a pocket knife, and a deck of cards.
Personality: Zeke is usually really quiet, and does not talk very much. He analyzes everything with a keen eye. He always cares for his friends, and will not abandon them unless he must.
Biography: Zeke was born in the slums of New York with a poor childhood. His parents loved him, and tried their hardest to put food on the table. They could tell that Zeke was smart ever since he was young. At age 14, Zeke received a job at the local library, and borrowed books in his spare time. Ever since then he loved reading. At age 18, Zeke's parents were killed in Bullet Eater raid. Saddened and angered at the same time, Zeke joined the Rolling Hearts in revenge, and was well known for killing many Bullet Eaters. At age 21, Zeke caught the Harbringer's Disease, and gained his powers. He resigned from the Rolling Hearts to hone his abilities for good, and to crush the Shades. 2 years later, Zeke lives in his own apartment and does odd jobs for money, he looks for suitable Harbringers to help stop the Shades.
Education: Zeke learned how to read and write from reading books. He never entered any school, but he had three years of education from a library. He has read almost every book at his local library except for a select few.
Strengths: Zeke is strong willed, and is a smooth talker. Getting him to change his mind is like moving a mountain.
Weaknesses: Zeke has an uncontrollable rage against the Bullet Eaters. He will do anything to kill them, even at risk of his own life.
Fun Facts: Zeke's favorite food is pizza. Zeke is afraid of heights.
RP Example:
Zeke slammed the door shut as he walked into the rolling heart hideout. The fresh blood of a Bullet Eater rolled off of his hands as he washed them in the kitchen sink. He had a reputation of being a relentless Bullet Eater killer, and many of the Rolling Hearts respected him because of that. "How many did you kill this time. eh?" Zeke's friend Ruepin asked. "Probably only took you a minute if it was only one or two, you're getting better at this everytime." Zeke sighed as he shook his hands off. "There was only one. He was about to rob a lady." Zeke replied. His stories were not as exciting to him as they were to other people. In fact, the were almost become repetitive. All of his stories were usually the same, he killed a Bullet Eater because they were doing something bad, as they always were, easy as that.
Anything I should add?: You should add a computer with a QWERTY keyboard layout. And dinosaurs. :biggrin.gif:
Powers: Yetto harbors the element of chaos in his disease, it contains the ability to create and manipulate different types of chaos. ie- Making a chaos gear out of magic, inserting it into a machine to cause it to go haywire and cause destruction. He mainly controls the Creation and Destruction aspects of chaos with a little raw magic in between.
Skills: Yetto is a pretty solitary guy, mainly independent and doesn’t work with others too much, however he is intelligible and knows how to keep up a conversation. He is pretty good at manipulation and takes and uses advantages wisely. (Not relying on solely on brute strength [even though he has some of that], but more manipulating the situation to his advantage and utilizing the advantages.)
Description: Yetto is pretty tall at around 6’7”. He has tanned skin and a slim figure. His normal attire is a white [or black] dress shirt (a flexible one) black [or white] dress pants, checkered black and white shoes and tie. On top of the dress shirt he wears a black leather/cloth jacket [Not exactly either one if you know what im talking about]. He wears a thick chain on the right side of his pants with black and white links. His hair is pitch black and has three jagged white stripes that cut are perpendicular to how is hair is brushed. The pupil of one eye is noticeably pitch black, while the other only has the black ring around the colored part of the eye, the inside being pure white.
*Holly*: Holly is Yetto's Macaw [A macaw is a type of parrot. They grow to be fairly large, and have a vicious bite and claw] She looks like a normal macaw aside from the fact that her colors are black and white aside from the normal, bright red yellow and blue. Growing up with Yetto they have a strong bond, she can sense how he feels. Along with this, she attacks people she thinks are hostile, only halted by Yetto. It's like a strong family relationship, [between different races]. Both would fight to the death to keep others safe. As for her strengths as a macaw she can pretty much sever a finger with a bite. You can do calculations on that to figure out that poking eyes out and ripping into arteries can actually hurt someone. This isnt a small little parakeet for those of you who dont know. Quite the opposite actually.
Inventory: Yetto has two switchblades, his wallet and a pistol [A Death Adder .45 Similar to a magnum revolver, but more accurate and powerfull, however has a bit less range. Designed as a manstopper.] Nothing else, however he occasionally carries his pet parrot on his shoulder.
Personality: Yetto is a man of surprise, timing and cunning. However he often replaces cunning with brute force as a habit of the chaos within him (does not happen until he realizes he has chaos). However, when angered his rage is often brutal.
Biography: Yetto grew up in a orphanage, keeping to himself most of the time, his common companion being a baby Macaw that the orphanage had since arrived. He knows nothing of his parents other than that they are dead. Yetto and the Macaw’s orphanage pretty much grew up together, the parrot was the only thing he really cared about. Others in the orphanage were pretty solitary and he never made an attempt to socialize with them, perfectly content with the company of the parrot and the keeper of the orphanage. When Yetto became 13 the Macaw was given to him by the keeper as she had noticed how much time he spent with it and how much he cared for it. However at the end of his 17th year (just before he was old enough to leave the orphanage) a thief mugged and killed the keeper. Enraged by her death he set out after the man, killing him in the end out of vengeance with two switchblades he acquired during the hunt. Word was spread to both the Rolling Hearts and the Bullet Eaters, the Rolling Hearts wanted to recruit him for his bravery in the situation placed before him, and the Bullet Eaters wanted him for the ruthless way he brought his revenge. However, he denied both of them when he learned that he had to get a tattoo, the idea of a permanent marking was ridiculous and didn’t appeal to him. On top of which he didn’t like to be associated with either of the groups. Taking to himself. Currently he lives alone with his pet parrot.
Education: Yetto earned a useful education in the orphanage, however due to the limited amount of resources he had access to he could only learn so much. His education adequate, he progressed further on his own, his mind becoming more cunning and tactile than just gaining information.
Strengths: Yetto is a pretty strong fellow, that coupled with his cunning are often a deadly combination.
Weaknesses: Yetto’s main weakness is his anger, because when driven to a certain point he delves into a rage, often leaving horrible destruction. On top of this the moment harm comes within a fraction of his parrot he dispatches of it before all else, valuing the parrot about as much as his own life.
Fun Facts: Yetto has never loved anything other than his parrot. [We’ll name her Holly for the sake of it.] And he loves black and white.
RP Example:
Yetto walked through the city streets. A man handed him the latest energy drink; run faster, jump higher. “Man, Im not gonna let you poison me,” Yetto said, and threw it on the ground! [Threw it on the ground ref. For the win :biggrin.gif: )
Yetto walked down the street. Opening the door to the bar, he stepped in. He brushed off his jacket and sat down at the bar, ordering the usual; a shot of vodka. He’d come to the bar many times before and knew the keeper well. The usual drunks and frustrated businessmen were here, along with a few acquaintences that were like him: came to the bar to take some time off. Finishing off the vodka he tossed a cracker into the air, watching with a slight smile as Holly swiftly grabbed it and swallowed it. A man who’d been eyeing the parrot with a strange look decided to test him. Saying things like “polly wanna cracker?” when Holly whistled a tune. Both Yetto and Holly ignored the muses, for to them he was nothing but another alcoholic just coming in. It would have passed unnoticed had the man not made a fatal mistake. Picking up a dart from the table he belched “stupid parrot need to shut up” and threw it. Seeing the needle flying towards Holly he lifted up his hand and swatted it with all his might, wincing and yelping in pain as the dart embedded into his left hand. Blood flowed onto the floor as Yetto stood up. The bar was silent. “Nobody, but nobody touches my parrot”. Nothing but silence. Everyone knew touching the parrot was a fatal mistake. Few had been stupid enough to test Yetto. This man was one of the few, nearly everyone there had seen this happen the year before to someone who was even more drunk. Those who didn’t were about to bear witness. The bartender sighed heavily as he pulled out a mop and bucked of water. Walking up to the man, Yetto pushed him into a chair the force snapping a leg and the man ending up on the ground in fear. The pupils of Yetto’s eyes streaked with red as he flicked out one of the two blades, his other hand out of use at the moment. “NOBODY, BUT NOBODY!” He yelled bringing his arm up and over his head in a downward swing into the man’s chest. Ribs cracked as he pulled the knife out. “NOBODY!” he yelled, curb stomping the man and ending his life. Flicking in the blade he zipped up his jacket and walked out. The door closed behind him, revealing the poster he and the bartender had agreed to put up. It was a silhouette of Yetto with the white streaks and strange eyes. “Call the cops and you end up like him” It read. Nothing more was needed to be said. The bartender cleaned up the mess and disposed of the body. Closing up soon after.
Anything I should add?: QWERTY is a word that you made up by pressing Q-W-E-R-T-Y.
Age (A 12 year old or similar will be instantly denied): 29
Race (Are you planning on being a Harbringer or Shade?): Shade
Powers (For Shades, what shadow powers do you have?): Can form weapons from any shadow he touches (handguns, Axes, Swords, ect)
Skills (What can your character do? Pick locks?): He is very acrobatic and can use a large variety of weapons, he is one of the shades who kept their human emotions
Description (Describe how your character looks like. What are they wearing? LOTS OF DETAIL): He wears a dark gray hoodie and keeps the hood up at all times, on the back of the hoodie you can see the bullet eater logo. He also wears black fingerless gloves and dark blue baggy jeans. His face is completely black hiding any facial features except for his bright white eyes.
Inventory (What does your character have on him?): Nothing.
Personality (How would your character normally react. No bi-polar characters): Many people would say he is insane as he often laughs hysterically when he sees someone die even when it is his own allies. He enjoys to torture his pray both physically, and mentally before he kills them because, he loves to see people fall into despair. He tend to freak out when he sees something that reminds him of him past.
Biography (What is your character's past? Lots of details is good): Eddy was born with a tumor in his head, because his mom took a lot of dangerous drugs while carrying him. When he was 9, his parents sold him to a research lab, in order to get money to satisfy their addictions. The lab scientists had developed a liquid, that could dissolve brain tumors, without any surgeries required. It did indeed remove Eddy's tumor, but due to a undiscovered side effect, Eddy started becoming more sadistic and bloodthirsty little by little. In the end the scientists had no idea what to do with him, so they just put him on the streets. He survived by breaking into houses, killing everyone and stealing all of their belongings, soon he was known as the serial killer: "Window Climber". This nickname was given to him, due to most of his murders being inside the victims home. As his reputation on the street grew larger, a Bullet Eater general decided that the Window Climber, could become a fearsome member of his squadron. After a long search the general found him. Eddy agreed to join the Bullet Eaters, and in return get free drugs, and protection from his growing list of enemies. Eddy was in the Bullet Eaters, until the day he caught the Shade-plague.
Education (What form of education does this character have?): No real education, but the scientists taught him to read, count and the other basic stuff.
Strengths (What strengths does your character have?): He is good at manipulating people, and taunting his enemies into blind rage when he fights them.
Weaknesses (Stubbed toe is not a weakness): He sometimes gets random fits of rage that can make him do stupid things like charging at a dangerous enemy. If he is in a area with no shadows nearby, he can't make any weapons.
Fun Facts (Anything your character does. Do they smoke? Write that here): His favorite food is human hearts :3
RP Example (RP your character's past. Any part.): The little girl ran down the stairs with a excited look on her face, she was going to tell her mom about her new friend. "Mommy! Mommy! Come and meet my new friend!" she said while dragging in her moms apron. Assuming it was just one of her daughters imaginary friends, the mom followed the daughter back to her room. "Okay sweetie but make it quick! I am baking a strawberry ca-" the mom froze, as she saw the hooded man sitting on her daughters bed. With hungry eyes and a large grin he said: "Welcome to the tea party.."
Anything I should add? (What would make this RP better?): Dunno.. Oh yeah! QWERTY!!
Powers : Xuan is able to, along with the standard shade affair, warp her limbs and body to impossible lengths in the space of an eye blink.
Skills : Xuan is very intelligent. She knows what's what and what's not, whether to fight or flee, unlike a number of other Shades who are ruled by their hunger. She's also a very good runner.
Description : Xuan comes from a strict Chinese descent and stands at about 5'2, has shot black hair that hides her eyes. She wears navy blue cargo pants and a tight white shirt. They are all tainted with shade now.
Inventory : A few scraps of string, and a paper-clip.
Personality : While Xuan didn't retain her personality on the crossover from human to shade, she did retain her intelligence and with that intelligence she became cold as ice. She follows logic strictly without deviation due to emotional interferences. With a goal in mind she is nigh unstoppable, but present her with a well reasoned argument and you have yourself a debate for your life.
Biography : Xuan had a fairly well off life until the plague hit. She was studying biochemical science and had a steady boyfriend, her parents were alive and well and her brother had just gotten first seat in the double bass section of his high school orchestra. So yeah, it was good.
Education : Xuan's education is certainly something to shake a stick at. She outshone many of her peers when she was younger and during high school gained multiple scholarships in the fields of biology, chemistry and mathematics. Her university career was cut short by the arrival of the plague, and her subsequent catching of it.
Strengths : Xuan is fast and lithe. She can outrun and outmanoeuvre much of anyone she knew before the plague.
Weaknesses : Xuan will only attack you if she has a good reason too, and can be stopped by either kicking her ass till she' can't walk, or presenting her with an argument for your life.
Fun Facts : She doesn't use a QWERTY keyboard.
RP Example : The night was wet. Clouds obscured the pale light from the stars and moon, and thousands of streetlamps shone their sickly yellow glow down upon the pedestrians of the sleepless city. A young Chinese girl hurried through the bustling roads, a coat pulled tight around her thin form. Her night had been longer than she'd even begin to imagine. Hours of work and testing followed by a poor lunch then more work and testing. The early dinner with Jonathan had been the highlight, but as soon as it was over her life slipped back into work, and the drudgery that went with it.
And after all that, no results. Nothing definitive anyway. Sometimes, at the back of her mind, while the pages of results printed with no real end in sight, the Chinese girl worried that she was beginning to lose her lust for science. While the streets got no darker the girl's urge to carry was getting weaker, her tired legs refused to carry her along the circuitous route towards her apartment. Soon enough she was pliable enough in her exhausted state to defy the staunch warnings of her father and mother. "Don't go down dark alleyways. Don't do it at night. And certainly don't do it when you're tired, cold hungry and if not a wee bit angry with your whole lot in life at this point in time". Well, perhaps they didn't say it exactly like that. But it had the same meaning.
As it was, the cold dark alleyways were sheltered from the biting wind and the worst of the lashing rain, and the Chinese girl felt a bit better about her decision. She scurried along the dark pathway, unaware of the being stalking her beating heart. It hurried after her, clinging to the brick walls like a spider, blank eyes wide with lustful hunger.
It dropped behind her on silent feet, fat drops of rain slithering through its immaterial form. Triple jointed fingers, abnormally long and broken beyond conventional use reached for her, clattering silently against the rush of sounds from the roads either end of the alleyway.
Then it had her. She had no time to cry out, no time to escape. Cold claws of darkness closed around her throat, her spine. And in one swift movement, it was removed from her back.
Age (A 12 year old or similar will be instantly denied): 53
Race (Are you planning on being a Harbringer or Shade?): Shade
Powers (For Shades, what shadow powers do you have?): Beyond the common Shade abilities, Archard has the power to assume other peoples' form by wearing their skin. It takes at least 5 minutes for him to skin a subject, but once completed, he dons the skin like a body suit, becoming indistinguishable from the original person. This includes their voice if he takes the time to remove their vocal cords and their eyes to cover his own. He has become so skilled at this that he has begun to leave his victims alive: skinless, voiceless, and blind.
He can also use this power against animals, thus becoming a dog, or a cat, or even a Macaw. The size of the subject does not matter, since he fills the skin with his shadowy essence becoming larger or smaller as needed.
When wearing a skin, it contains all of his shadow, allowing him to appear normal.
Skills (What can your character do? Pick locks?): Archard is an educated man, a business executive. He knows how to manage people, how to organize, and how to execute a plan. He is at home with the social elite and hobnobs with those in power. He is a near Olympic class fencer, learning it in college and having kept at it all these many years.
Description (Describe how your character looks like. What are they wearing? LOTS OF DETAIL): A man of 53, Archard is still physically fit. He is shorter than most executives, being only 5'7", but he fills out his Armani suits like a dedicated athlete. He has broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and the legs of a rugby player.
His full head of grey hair, edging more towards white, is cut short and is naturally neat. It frames a triangular face with a fine brow, a Roman nose, thin lips, and a strong jaw. His slightly pointed ears lay flat against his head, which sits on a thickly corded neck. His eyes are storm cloud gray.
He typically wears tailored suits from the finest designers with smart business shirts and power ties. But when he goes hunting, he wears a black body-suit (think modern day ninja getup) with some built in ballistic panels (bullet-resistant to most handguns).
Inventory (What does your character have on him?): He always carries a heavy walking cane with him, with a handle of ebony carved into the shape of a claw holding a sphere. Inside the cane, made of the finest ultra-modern composite alloy, is a rapier blade, flexible and razor sharp. The power source for the blade, hidden inside the handle, caused the alloy to glow a faint purple, making it nearly unbreakable and maintaining its lazer-like edge.
When clothed he has his wallet which contains his credentials and several platinum cards. Money is never a problem, though he rarely carries cash.
Personality (How would your character normally react. No bi-polar characters): Archard is driven. Even before his change, he was amoral, ruthless, conniving, and constantly plotting. Now, he is literally blood-thirsty as well. But he is also fearful. He does not like to risk himself, not unless the gain far exceeds the danger.
He likes being in charge, being the boss, the director. He worked his whole career to get to the top of the corporate ladder, and now he has a new group to dominate. He wants to control the shades, to form them into a tool that he can use.
Biography (What is your character's past? Lots of details is good): Born into an upper class family, Archard had everything that he needed. The finest foods, the best doctors, the highest quality clothing and goods. He lacked for nothing.
His childhood was unremarkable. As he grew he had a few teenage incidents, but overall he did not act like a stereotypical "rich kid". Instead he focused on learning to control those around him. He prided himself on getting others to do as he wanted, without them being aware of his manipulation.
Once he entered the business world, he used all his skills, including illegal ones, to work his way to the top of a Fortune 500 company.
Now he is turning his eyes to a bigger prize...
Education (What form of education does this character have?): Archard had the finest Ivy league education, eventually earning a Masters in Business, and one in Finance. He has attended, then taught, many different leadership seminars. And he has a lifetime of practical, hands-on experience organizing and leading large organizations.
Strengths (What strengths does your character have?): Archard is a leader born. But not the good kind of leader. He uses fear, blackmail, and greed to force those around him to do as he wants.
Weaknesses (Stubbed toe is not a weakness): He is untrusting of others, especially those whom are Shades. He is also fearfully protective of his own existence, preferring to run away and fight another day. His skin-masks last for a long time, but even though he can physically become someone, he does not gain their knowledge or memories.
Fun Facts (Anything your character does. Do they smoke? Write that here): He despises the QWERTY keyboard. He changed all of the computers in his company to the "more efficient" Dvorak keyboard.
RP Example (RP your character's past. Any part.): Archard walked arm in arm with his lovely, young secretary. They slowly made their way through the dark park towards the East river, their shoes clicking on the sidewalk. The sounds of insects made almost enough noise to drown out the constant rumble of the city behind them, and the fresh springtime air hardly reeked of civilization. They could pretend that they were alone in this city of millions.
Archard admired Theresa in her cocktail dress that had the bare back and the tight bustier, giving her ample cleavage. He had yet to have sex with her, but he felt that tonight was the night. Especially after he had taken her to such a grand gala at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Of course the multiple glasses of champagne he had fed her, as well as the little something that he had added to the last glass, almost guaranteed the deed tonight. And if tomorrow she complained, the pictures he would later take should make her keep her silence.
She staggered a little, clutching harder to his arm. He smiled helpfully, secretly glad that she was starting to show signs of the drug. If truth be known, he was getting a little tired of being "mister gallant", and began anticipating the forthcoming party. Trying to steer her back to the car and driver, Archard rounded the corner between the trees and flowerbeds.
And stopped suddenly.
In the middle of the walkway was a person, though unlike any person that he had seen before. Really, there was little more than the of a shape of a person. It was so dark under the trees that Archard had a hard time really seeing any details at all. It seemed to be male, and was of medium height and build. But its arms seemed too long for the body, and it stood so still... unnaturally still.
Archard felt a coldness deep in his gut. Fear surged and self preservation forced him to shove Theresa at the suddenly moving figure. He turned and ran, only staggering for a moment as a cold slash struck him from his right shoulder down to his left buttock. Ignoring the white hot fire that seemed to follow, Archard sprinted back to his parked car, screaming for the driver to start the car. It wasn't until he was safely in the moving vehicle that he realized that his blood ran freely down his scored back.
15 minutes later he was at the private hospital.
1 hour after that he was having the wound sutured by the best plastic surgeon in town.
2 hours and 150 stitches later, Archard was in his private room, comfortably sedated on Demerol.
3 hours after the attack and he was too sleepy to talk to the police detectives who came to interview him, or to hear them tell him that Theresa was dead, that her heart had been ripped from her lovely bosom.
And just under 12 hours after his nightmare encounter with a shade, Archard Daelan was dead.
Anything I should add? (What would make this RP better?): Hmmm, Rainbows and unicorn? ;}
Powers: Create strings out of pure shadow from his fingertips. The strings can be wrapped into together to create a single, thick string. Cutting power relies heavily on speed.
Skills: Negotiating
Description: Mark is short, of medium build, dark brown hair and has soft facial features. Wears a white hoodie with an intricate cross-like pattern on the back, black and grey long-sleeves underneath, dark jeans, and black shoes with grey stripes.
Inventory: Wallet containing $150, School I.D., a few coins, a switch-blade, and a watch that is connected by chain to his pants.
Personality: Smart and arrogant, has a nonchalant attitude towards many things, very determined when it comes to things he truly wishes to accomplish.
Biography: Mark was always an above-average kind of boy. He grew up in a family capable to fend for itself, and mostly had it going easy. Growing up, he was forced to take lessons in Judo because he lacked exercise, but now is thankful for it, gaining the ability to stand up against others when the only logical course of action would be through violence. Because of this, he mostly grew up around female friends. His first love was Katherine, his childhood friend, but he never found the courage to tell her. She now lives in another country. :c
Education: Mark is a highschool graduate.
Strengths: Can easily deflect any Close quarter combat attack, whether be it sword, fist, knife, baton, etc.
Weaknesses: Is VERY uncomfortable in tight spaces, and fighting in a tight space can eventually lead to his downfall.
Fun Facts: His life was pretty much Average Joe’s life. That’s fun I guess?
RP Example: Another argument. It was getting tiring. Ever since Dad made that mistake, things haven’t been going swimmingly. Mark knew that one day, they would recover. But for now, he would just walk. Whenever he felt bad, he would either run until he drops, or take a walk in a nearby park. For tonight he chose the latter. Taking walks in the park always relaxed him. But tonight was different. The park felt…different. Something was running around here, frightening the animals. Suddenly, from behind him, an attack came. Twisting around in a flash, he deftly deflected the incoming attack. Two more attacks came suddenly, one was successfully deflected, the other, not so well. Sporting a shoulder wound, Mark winced in pain, suddenly registering who, no, what he was fighting against. It was a Shade. He’s heard rumors, and they weren’t good at all. “Should I run, or should I fight?” Mark pondered. “Fight it is then.” Mark assumed a defensive stance, and mockingly called out, “You want me that bad, then come and get me!” Right after he said the words ‘get me,’ he felt a sudden pain in his chest, a pitch-black arm sticking out of his chest with his heart in his hand. Tossed on the ground, defeated, Mark lay on the cobble, dying in a pool of his own blood. Or so he thought. Awakening with a start, Mark found himself very alive, with his clothes intact. Mark thought out loud, “It must have just been a bad dream.” Running homewards, he found that he was running at an incredible speed. Stopping midway, at the entrance of the park, he thought, “Well, I guess I’m one of them now.” Heading homewards again, Mark tried to formulate some plan about what to do with himself now.
Anything I should add? (What would make this RP better?):QWERTY DOES NOT APPLY.
Age (A 12 year old or similar will be instantly denied): 28
Race (Are you planning on being a Harbringer or Shade?):shade
Powers (For Shades, what shadow powers do you have?):invisibility, or ability to fade completely.
Skills (What can your character do? Pick locks?): Even as a shade Kurt is able to think with tact, though not emotional. Skilled at aiming guns and caring for them, even modifying them.
Description (Describe how your character looks like. What are they wearing? LOTS OF DETAIL):His clothes are torn and worn, faint blue jeans with a grey top. Changing clothes when his old ones become too ragged that they leave him exposed or inhibit him.
Inventory (What does your character have on him?): A handgun with semi-auto fire that can hold three bullets at once.
Personality (How would your character normally react. No bi-polar characters): Logically deduces emotions and reactions, mimicking those with emotions. Will specifically target bullet eaters because of his past with the rolling hearts. Tries to find other shades for safety in numbers.
Biography (What is your character's past? Lots of details is good): Was a Member of the rolling hearts who dedicated most of his time to fighting in order to protect others, sometimes getting in fire fights with the bullet eaters, but mostly trying to eliminate shades, then one day his friend and back up got jumped by a mob of shades while watching Kurt's back and couldn't warn him in time of the danger behind him. Kurt QWERTYbecame another un-married gang member who had thrown his life away being over eager to get in a fight.
Education (What form of education does this character have?): Plans for college were cancelled when the shade outbreak began and his family moved to another city in a panic to escape, when it seemed the outbreak might be contained within the city they were in, people became lax, and of course the outbreak started again. Soon bullet eaters began moving into the town and Kurt's parents were injured in the raid. They were both incarcerated into a hospital and were left behind in the evacuation, later he learned the hospital hadn't been endangered in the outbreak, but Kurt never had the time or money to contact them.
Strengths (What strengths does your character have?): Good aim, and above shade average agility.
Weaknesses (Stubbed toe is not a weakness):When invisible, Kurt is still there, but you only can't see him. Even when not trying to be invisible, he may flicker or looked washed out.
Fun Facts (Anything your character does. Do they smoke? Write that here): Targets Bullet eaters, sometimes he will even try to dress as a human, masking his shade characteristics with somewhat strange fashion choices, such as a medical mask, and use the excuse that he is trying to minimize his chances of being infected.
RP Example (RP your character's past. Any part.): Kurt tried to cock his gun as quietly as possible, and took aim at the human's head, because it would be a waste to injure that delicious heart. With any luck, Nobody would hear the shot, and he could eat it fresh without being harried by a concerned and well armed friend.
Anything I should add? (What would make this RP better?): well, description of shades could be improved, I'm sort of Assuming they act like zombies.
Name: Christopher / Chaos eater (usually called Eater)
Age : 28
Race : Shade
Powers : In addition to having the so called normal Shade abilities, Chaos eater has even more physical strength than that of a normal Shade. His wounds heal fast, and the power that gave him his name, includes eating a human whole (no harbringers for balancing though :tongue.gif: ) and absorbing his/her vitality to extremely rapidly heal his wounds.
Skills : Chaos eater can identify his food from somewhat long distances, by vibrations on the ground. His ability allows him to eat a human whole, but this leads to even more hunger on his part, forcing him to eat nearly constantly. He also has this strange skill, where he can walk unnaturally, using both his hands and legs. This allows him to even climb buildings, when combined to his very powerful grip.
Description : Chaos eater is, as shades always are, completely black. He is nearly completely covered by a dark mist, covering his body, with the exception of his face. His facial structure is very thin, despite the large amount of energy that he must consume daily. His teeth are sharp as needles, and his long, messy hair reaches all the way to his shoulders, where the mist begins. When using his hands, the mist partially subsides, revealing black hands, with pointy nails.
Inventory : None, he doesn't think further ahead than his next meal, so he has no need for anything.
Personality : Cold and cruel, the perfect impersonation of gluttony, that eats and eats, and does whatever it can to eat further. When very hungry the Chaos-part of his name gets its meaning, for he will even attempt to eat cars or buildings to satiate his hunger. After eating, he regains a bit of his old personality, allowing for a somewhat "civilized" conversation.
Biography : Never did Christopher guess what he would become when the plague hit NY. He lived a comfortable life along with his very first love, Chloe. However, the good things will not last, and Christopher noticed that no sooner than when he noticed he was eating Chloes face. Then he lost all reason, submitting to the hunger.
Education : Medical degree, not that it really matters in his current state.
Strengths : Mainly incredible strength, as well as unstoppable determination.
Weaknesses : Hunger really messes him up.. Really badly.
Fun Facts : If you keep feeding him, he can be "tamed" :biggrin.gif: His breath tastes bad (figures).
RP Example : Hunger, like never before. No matter how much he ate, the hunger came back. Every day, every night, Chaos eater could not rest, for if he did, the hunger began to hurt. And the pain was what he feared, it served, after all, as a reminder of him eating the face of his beloved.. Whatever her name was. The memories were fading, the awful feeling of hunger seemed to take their place. One after another, not a single happy memory could overcome the feeling of hunger..
The lonely thoughts of Chaos eater were interrupted when he saw a harbringer in the streets in the middle of a night. He thought: "Harbringer, in the middle of the street.. A dead man too..
Powers: The ability to alter his body to fit a situation, (Make his hands into claws) and the ability to consume people and earn their memories. His powers are extremely strong, but he has almost no control over them. If you know the game [Prototype] it's a lot like that.
Skills: Kidd was always extremely strong, and could fight of fifty men by himself. Also, he is extremely feared my many people.
Description: Kidd wears a black leather jacket, and a white T-shirt underneath that's splattered in blood. He wears ragged jeans covered in mud, sweat, and tears. He has no shoes or any other jewelry of any kind. As a shade he wears the same clothes, but covered in a thin layer of shadow.
Inventory: A bottle of salt and pepper.
Personality: Kidd is known to be insane, and only thinks about eating other people. He does not think with his brain, but only with his stomach. He is not extremely intelligent. Do not try to talk to him, do not try to befriend him, he will only try and kill you no matter what you say.
Biography (What is your character's past? Lots of details is good): Kidd was always on the streets as a child. He lived by drinking puddles of water, and eating scraps. Growing up, Kidd always resented the people that walked past him, and ignored his whimpers and cries. Then, one day, a Bullet Eater began beating him when he was about 12 years old. That's when he snapped. Beating the Bullet Eater down, he knocked him out and ate his flesh, enticed by its flavor. From then on, Kidd only ate the flesh of other humans, and only drank their blood. He was dubbed a dangerous serial killer, and was given the name Krazy Kidd by the police. For 4 years Kidd gained a reputation among the citizens, police, Rolling Hearts, and Bullet Eaters. Everyone was afraid of him and his insane tactics. He was friends with no one.
Education: No education. The only words he knows are from learning them from listening to other people.
Strengths: Pure power and aggression. His muscles alone are the greatest weapon that Kidd could have.
Weaknesses: Kidd is not very smart, and will charge into a useless battle if it mean for a good meal.
Fun Facts: Kidd's favorite part of a human is their heart and stomach.
RP Example: Too lazy. All you need to know is that Kidd is a crazy mother-****er
Zeke turned away from Cale, Yetto, and Derek to focus on the approaching Halt. The older man, with his salt & pepper beard, brown jacket and jeans had the look of an old gang 'soldier' or a cop, an almost palpable presence that demanded attention. Though the way he kept looking at his left hand in a surprised manner was nearly comical.
Of course, the fact that his right hand was staying very near the handle of a large pistol that rested on his hip tended to mitigate the humor of the situation.
The 23 year old scratched at a thin, white scar on his left cheek. His brown eyes glowed softly as he looked at and into Halt. Zeke saw the fire that burned within, both literally and figuratively, and noted the focus that Halt had which fueled his inherant accuracy. He also suspected that the older man had many years of experience in street-level combat and hopefully could use that to the advantage of those who worked with him.
Halt would be a good, and necessary, addition to those whom Zeke was acquirering.
Smiling cryptically, the raven haired, thin, young man answered, "Yes. There are many things that you should know. Unfortunately, not all the answers are available at this time. For now, it should be enough to know that we are like you. We have all been sick, and gotten better, and then found that we have become something more than normal people."
Looking at Cale, Derek, and Yetto, Zeke included them in his conversation. "Most of you seem to know about the evils that man causes to his fellow man. Now, something even more sinister has arrived in the city. It is yet limited in its numbers, but it will grow and consume first this city, then maybe the world. Unless it is stopped here, and now."
"I have a power. A power to see and understand. I can use it to help all of you develop your own gifts to their fullest. But only if you agree to help me. We must fight this new plague now, or we are all doomed."
Seriously looking at the men, Zeke emphasised, "I am talking 'doomed' in the biblical sense. The End-of-Days. The extinction of man. I can see it as plainly as I can see your doubts about me. Some of you have met one or two of the Shades. You have certainly read about them in the paper. Believe me, the journalist do not know the full story, nor the full evil of these creatures. I do. And soon you will too, even if you decide not to join my... crusade."
Giving each of the men a grim smile, Zeke used his sincerity to convey the truth. "These Shades, these dead people turned into beasts, they 'live' to kill. And those they like to kill even more than the innocent out there, are people like me."
[Good setup, but put the rules and roster in the first post, then have the bios in spoilers. It'll make the OP not as long, and make it look neater.]
Malikai stepped onto the roof of the fire escape building, grinning. He was about to enjoy his favorite part of his daily run: rooftop-to-rooftop leaps. It was only then that he realized that it was closer to dusk than afternoon. It wasn't as safe to run around Manhattan at night, especially now that the Shades were around. Malikai scoffed. It was all probably hyped-up media, anyway. Can't trust the news for ****, nowadays. Shrugging, Malikai just kept running and jumping, rolling and diving his way over many obstacles, like air-conditioning units and five-story gaps in between buildings.
Malikai soon ended up at a corner building at an intersection, his route cut off by the streets. He took a moment to breathe, his heart pumping furiously. Malikai just grinned, even though he had a stitch in his side. He felt no pain when he ran. Tunnel vision made sure of that. It was this that was ultimately the end of Malikai, the human. A Shade was watching him, hearing his heart beat furiously drove the Shade into a murder spree. It snuck up behind the Bullet Eater, and before Malikai could blink, it drove it's black hand through his chest, grasping his heart. Malikai gasped in pain, then freaked. Quicker than even the Shade could follow, Malikai drew the Glock that was stuffed in his waistband, and fired three rounds behind him, into the form of the Shade, all three driving home. As the Shade retreated, Malikai sank to his knees as he watched the black essence pour from the gaping wound in his chest. His eyes seemed to glow with apprehension, as if waiting what possibilities being a Shade could hold for him. His last words as a human were:
"Well, this should be fun."
A few hours later, a new Malikai rose from the blood pool on that roof. Now, "You Only Live Once" didn't seem too appropriate. "Reprogrammed to Hate" seems more fitting.
[[thanks for the suggestion. When you do post Maliki, please edit it into your OOC post above this one, and I will do the same for this post.]]
Archard
Wearing John Adams, Archard had no problem making it to his condo. Getting in his door had been a bit more complicated. Without his key, the shade had resorted to punching the lock out of the door. Now he was rapidly rifling through his stuff, trying to figure what were the most important items to take.
The world knew that Archard Daelan was dead, so he couldn't stay in his apartment. Nor could he use his bank accounts or credit cards. He couldn't return to his fortune 500 company, couldn't attend any board meetings, or after dinner drinks in the country club. Hell, he couldn't even order up the high-priced escort girl that he enjoyed weekly.
So for now, he needed basics. While he could wear other people's skin, his own skin was midnight black and even though he had not seemed to notice the temperature or environments that he had traveled through, he did not want to run around New York City naked. It was more of an power issue. Naked people did not exude as much power as did those properly dressed.
Still, a three-piece business suit did not seem appropriate clothing for the moment. He dug through his closets, looking for something, anything that would work for his new situation. Some jogging shoes, a pair of hiking boots, some heavy denim jeans, a work shirt he had bought for a charity Habitat-for-Humanity build that he had attended. Strictly as a photo-op, of course.
All this he through into a leather gym bag. Then he found the ninja costume that he had gotten for a Halloween party. It was a true uniform, made of heavy cotton/carbon fiber blend, very expensive, and was appropriately midnight black. He had even carried the ninja short sword and throwing stars, but the electro-blade he now carried was much more deadly than any strictly steel weapon.
The memory of the party had been fun. It now belong to a dead man.
Stuffing the black suit into the bag, Archard went to the back wall of the closet. Sliding a false panel out of the way, he entered the security code into the wall safe. Opening the heavy door, he stuffed the thousand or so dollars that he kept as an emergency petty cash fund, into John Adams' suit pocket. Next he dug out several computer flash drives, casually juggling them as he smiled.
These were the secret to his past success. And they would be the key to his future success as well.
Slinging the gym bag over his shoulder, Archard casually walked out of his condo and into the night time crowds of NYC. He had to find a place to stay. Then he had to prepare for his return to the company that he had dominated for close to 10 years.
It could take months. But once things settled down, he would be back.
Power was what mattered. Professional, political, personal. All of it would be his.
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Derek's usually calm face collapsed. He couldn't handle this at all, and he wanted out. "Seriously? **** it, i'm out. You guys canrisk your lives but count me out." Derek said, walking towards the exit. He knew he'd be fine. Right?
Wrong. He was found several months later, beaten to a bloody pulp, in front of one of his many pieces of art. The words "ROLLING HEART SCUM" Were scrawled all over his corpse.
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The thin young man removed his chipped glasses and ran a hand tiredly through his close cut black hair. He did not try to stop Derek as the street artist walked out of the warehouse. He wasn't here to force anyone, but to get them to understand what was coming. If they decided that they could ignore the issue or that they could survive it by themselves, then Zeke silently prayed that they could.
Putting his glasses back on, he turned his attention to the three remaining men, even as the warehouse door closed with a prophetic finality behind him. Halt, his strong jaw clenched and his steely gray eyes trying to bore holes through Zeke, Cale, blonde spikey hair above the striking blue eyes, and the tall thin Yetto, towering above them all. They still had a decision to make.
One that could determine the fate of themselves, the City, and perhaps even the World.
**Months later**
Zeke slowly sat up and adjusted the pillow behing his back. It hurt to move, even with his ribs bandaged tightly. Still, he was alive as every ache and pain in his battered body informed him.
Taking the newspaper from the breakfast tray on the old wooden table beside the bed, he carefully ate while he read through each section. It wasn't until he reached the crime column of the Local News section that he saw the story about the young street artist who was found dead in an ally, underneath one of his own creations. There was no name, and very little details other than the murder was being blamed on the Bullet Eaters.
But Zeke knew and felt his already low spirits sag even further. Another one gone. There were so few left and none of them had escaped the conflict untouched.
And now,one that had been in the first wave of the Harbringer arrival had died.
Breakfast no longer interersted Zeke. He painfully laid down and soon drifted into a troubled sleep, hoping for a few hours of forgetfulness.
And only got the nightmare that their lives had become.
Halt saw the young man walk off, apparently he wasn't going to risk his own life and neither should he, but something nagged at him. Some inner feeling he always got at tough decisions like these, it was that damned conscious he had when he joined the police force, after leaving the bullet eaters. He cast a critical eye at the dark haired young man standing before him, and made his decision, "Aye, count me in." Immediately after saying it he knew that the years; if he would even live that long, wouldn't be easy. Then again, that's what he had thought when he had left the bullet eaters.
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The day after Kyle had turned into a Shade, he spent the better of his time practicing his powers. Now assuming the form of a crow, he flew over the city. While daylight weakened him to the point where he was just about as powerful as a normal human, that didn't restrict his transformation powers. Kyle thought, "Hmpf, if only being a Shade didn't make me so hungry, I would rather be using my powers to pick some pockets. The sunlight may be a nuisance, but as long as I play it safe and run into a Harbringer, I will be fine." Dusk was approaching, and Kyle already found his first target. Diving down from the air, turning into a wolf mid-air and landing on the man's back, Kyle made quick work of him. Tossing the body into a garbage can, he complained, "Ugh, how many more before I satisfy this hunger? It's getting annoying."
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Lying, cheating, stealing your way to victory.
Though just how far would you fall for a dream?
With a groan, Ins awoke, the headache which he was suffering making him whimper. There was no reason for such a headache to be inflicted. There was no underlying symptoms of illness, no stiff neck and no smell of booze. There was just a headache.
With another, equally annoyed groan, the man sat up from his bed, and headed to the medicine cabinet. There were several things to cure a headache. But the easiest lay in a simple pill, covered in tinfoil and surrounded by other tiny pills: Painkillers. He was only to take them when his eye and scars began to hurt, but the little miracle would work just as well for a headache.
It should've worked, that is. The pain persisted, leaving Ins to begrudgingly deal with it. He soon stripped and showered, embracing the brilliant heat as it flowed over him, washing away the sweat and grime from the night. Or day.
Not entirely sure what, Ins pulled open his blinds. Only to discover his brilliant apartment view of another brick wall. He ripped the other window open, and was flooded with the heat of another morning.
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Archard found his new home. At least the one he would be staying in for now. It was a real **** hole, the absolute worse place that he had ever stayed. Ever. But the clerk had asked no questions of Mr John Adams, Esq., had accepted the cash offered and in return had not asked for ID, or a signature, or anything. All without batting an eye. So it had become 'home, sweet, home".
Though 'sweat' was a more truthful statement concerning the odors that permeated the building. Along with 'smoke', 'blood', 'vomit', and several other body fluid smells. Archard could detect them all, as well as hear the pitter-patter of each and every heart in the rooms around him. The smells did not cause him any undo distress, though his brain told him that he should have a negative reaction to them. But the beating hearts... oh did they call out to him!
But he would not allow himself to feed this close to his refuge. He would change and go hunting, but it would be a distance from this place. Archard was not going to allow himself to be found out that easily.
Stripping off his clothes and the John Adams skin, the shade marveled at his work. The skin still felt like normal skin, but now it was empty, like a balloon with no air. It didn't smell rancid or putrid, so it had not begun to decompose. That was a question that needed to be answered. How long could he keep a skin after he had stripped it? The answer would be important to his future plans. For that reason, he carefully folded the suit and placed it at the bottom of the gym bag, underneath all the other clothing.
Now naked as the day he was born (both times!), Archard examined himself in the mirror of the motel bathroom. Everything was black, blacker than any race of man had ever naturally been. Except for his eyes. They were the glazed milky white eyeballs of a dead animal. The haze that covered them completely obscured the iris and the pupils, turning the entire eye into a white globe. Yet he could still see. In fact, he could see better than he had ever seen before.
Almost as freaky were that his teeth, with years of professional whitening behind them, had turned the same inky black as the rest of his body. This caused his mouth to seem like a bottomless pit in the middle of his face, one that demanded human hearts.
Trying to ignore the hunger that penetrated his thoughts, Archard continued to take stock of his transformation. He seemed to have lost all body fat, even the small 'spare tire' that he had been battling for nearly a decade. Now all he saw was smooth ebony skin stretched tauntly over tight muscle groups. His chest, abdomen, arms and legs were everything that so many living people tried to achieve. And all he had had to do was die.
"Perhap there is an advertising campaign here? Loose all the weight you want in 12 hours. Just follow this one easy step. Let some monster rip your heart out!" An emotionless laugh followed the infomercial style voiceover. Here was another mystery. He understood humor, intellectually, and even knew when something was supposed to be funny and deserved a laugh. Be he didn't actually feel it, anymore. At least not yet.
His last inspection, and if the truth be known, his first, was his male package. It was all in place, and with the loss of body fat in the pubic mound he clinically noted that it seemed longer than when he had been living. Though would it still work, his mind asked? Did he even care if it did? Disturbingly, at least to his memories of how a male should react, it did not seem that he did care.
Perhaps an experiment was in order, his primal brain suggested. He logically thought about it for a second, but then the beating of the surrounding hearts intruded on his consciousness. The hunger for hearts was stronger than a desire to procreate in this dead man!
Leaving the bathroom he returned to the full sized bed with its dirty sheets and nauseating bedspread. Archard pulled out the ninja costume that he had brought and quickly dressed. The armored vest went on underneath the shirt, and a sash/belt tied it all together. The sash would also allow him to carry the sword cane and free up his hands. The shade momentarily contemplated shoes, but in the end he decided that his current body could withstand the rigors of going barefoot.He also left off the hood, assuming his darkened hair and features would achieve the same effect.
A look in the mirror brought another logically induced chuckle. Oh how the City would love this! The tabloids were soon to be running stories with headlines like "Extra! Extra! Ninjas seen in Manhatten!". But the get-up was nearly as dark as he was and would blend into the shadows, making him virtually invisible. That was more important than a public image.
At least until he caught up with the person whose name was on the by-line.
Stepping up to the window, Archard found a fire escape on the neighboring building that was deeply hidden in shadows. After focusing on it, the shade stepped into a dark corner of his room and emerged on the rusting platform. A quick scamper to the roof, and Archard took off at a dead run across the tar covered surface.
He picked a direction at random and began jumping and shadow stepping as needed, the dead man left his home and went in search for food. He kept a tight reign on the hunger at least until he was well away from his lair.
The cracks in the pavement were solace. A tiny, hopeful abode within the city of light and flashing signs. Should any of the people that inhabited it pay any more attention to the ground than the standard high-furred mongrel child then they might have noticed the flitting shadow. It was small, but powerful, and almost shapely. It danced across the long darkness of a hundred silhouettes, mingling and passing freely between them, it's joyful leap across the boundaries of physics spitting mud in the eye of all physicians who had ever put thought to medium, be it paper, type, or the very air itself.
This shadow of a young woman danced eerily between the lines and coutures of the street, stepping in and out of the shadows at a size no man would bother to notice. She wasn't hunting. Oh no. She was emulating, pretending, or, trying in vain to achieve that which she inherently knew she would never feel again.
Feeling. To experience emotions. Xuan knew she couldn't. All she knew was hunger, ever-present and unforgiving, (though sated for the moment it still ached deep in the very fibre of her being). And those memories, half-gone now and barely important in her newly engineered mind. Those memories that gave her a small hope of perhaps retaining some small sliver of humanity. The very essence of human life that she so greedily sucked from the still twitching hearts of her prey.
She had been at it for hours now. This game of leaping from shadow to shadow, crack to crack, and heel-toe to heel-toe. It was exhilarating in a way she could not describe. A way that was beyond the scope of her foggy memories. it wasn't an emotion she could, nor one she could even be sure in saying was an emotion. it was something less, something more primal and instinctual.
She felt alive for the the second time since dying. It was beautiful, and only for a moment.
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Eastern Equestria, born and raised... etc
Gaulish Viking metal is actually, an aphrodisiac
Kurt was there, walking in the middle of the street, one of the "crazy men" who thought shades were a threat. That we couldn't count on just the military. Absolutely covered in protective gear, and naturally they all assumed he was against the shades, not one of them.
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Time to update the ol' rpg test.The ones I get the most are Tactician, Cleric, and Paladin
{In warehouse on the docks, with Cale, Yetto, and Halt}
Turning his brown eyes to each of the three remaining, the young Harbringer gave an expansive wave of his arm, indicating the warehouse as a whole.
"I won't turn you loose on the shades without help. My ability is knowledge, to see and understand. I knew this was coming from right from the moment I woke up. I so I took steps that I knew would help."
Walking the length of the warehouse, the tall, skinny man pointed out the various features of the location he had prepared.
"You can see the guns and weapons. This location on the docks is isolated and yet in the middle of one of the busiest districts in the city. There is always industrial noises going on up and down this whole area. Gunshots will be muffled by the building, and what does get out will be written off as construction of some kind. Flashes of light should be fairly well contained, but any that does leak out will also give the impression of construction or welding. So we are hidden in plain sight."
Pointing to the back of the warehouse, Zeke went on. "In the back area, where the offices used to be, we have a bunk room, and some basic medical supplies. I am working on getting more, because, unfortunately, we are going to need them. There is also a kitchen area that used to be the workers lounge and various plumbing facilities. The nice thing about this building is that it also has a backup generator, so electricity is not an issue. And it has a security alarm, so we have some advanced warning if someone tries to enter."
Indicating various locations around the building, he went on. "We have access to the river, the sewer system, and of course the front door and the city streets. The steps over there go up to the catwalks and have access to the roof."
"This is a start. Other sites are being developed as safe houses and operational launch points." Turning to look at the men, he pleaded. "I can set up the infrastructure. But I need help on the front lines. Halt, thank you, sincerely. I have great need of your experience... almost more than your other abilities."
"Cale. Yetto. As I have said. It's coming. Nothing we do will stop the beginning of this. But we will need everyone, eventually, to hope to stop the end of it. Those that think they can walk out of here... I pray that he makes it but the likelihood of that is infinitesimally small. It is still your choice. But understand that."
We need Harbringers!
Only those serious about posting routinely need apply!
Dedication: The Original Cursed Shadows thread was created by CraftingCobra, who has since left the game. We continue in his world, to see who emerges victorious in the conflict between Harbringer and Shade.
Welcome to New York City circa year 2050.
One of the most populated cities in the world suffers from all the ills that humanity can inflict upon itself. Crimes against man and property run rampant and the ultra-wealthy live within walking distance of the poorest of the poor. A center for finance, culture and entertainment, as well as vice and greed, the Big Apple has it all.
Now, something beyond the understanding of science has come to the City-that-never-sleeps. An infectious disease that scientist call Meta-1Ch3, but known to the world as the Shadow Plague, has entered the population. Where it originated from is unknown. How it spreads is unknown. If there is a cure is unknown. All that is known is that those infected die approximately 12 hours after the first signs of infection.
But the horror that is the Shadow Plague is not that its mortality rate is 100%, but that those who die from it do not cease to exist. Instead, they become something more, and something much less, than the humans they used to be. Called Shades by the media, the recently dead return to ?life?, but with a loss of all humanity. Mindless, emotionless killers, they are now supernatural predators whose only goal is to consume the beating hearts of their victims.
Police have engaged the psychopathic killers when and where they can find them. And they have suffered greatly while trying to protect and serve the public. The Shades can be killed with normal weapons, but it takes massive physical damage to stop of the dead and many, many officers have paid the ultimate price while trying to stop a Shadow Plague victim.
The future was bleak for NYC and the world.
Then a new infection started appearing. Those who became deathly ill with this pathogen recovered and became something more than human. The media bestowed the name Harbringer to these new beings, as they were deemed to be a precursor to a future both bright and terrible. The Harbringer gained superhuman gifts and seemed to be a natural enemy of the Shade.
Into this maelstrom of humanity and plague, you live your life until the day comes that you realize that you have become ill. A fever rages through your body, muscles cramp and ache, sweat runs off your body and you are sure you are going to die.
The question is: Which plague do you have? Will you be a Harbringer, with gifts that most of humanity wants to possess? Or are you destined to die, and become a being of death and hunger, the forever feared Shade?
First you should read "A Guide to Realistic Roleplaying". Click here to read. Live it. Love it. It will make the game so much more fun for everyone!
1. Out of Character Posts should be in ((___)) or [___]
2. Do not double post; edit it into your last post.
3. Do not God-Mod. You character doesn't know what's happening everywhere.
4. No Power Gaming. Your character can't fight a hoard of enemies and survive.
5. Do not make your character Over-Powered. This makes it really boring.
6. Do not advance the plot. That is the moderator and my job.
7. Be active. If you do not post within a week, you're kicked.
8. If you read this, mention your character's first love somewhere in your application.
9. Grammar and spelling are a must.
10. You can die. If you die, you have a spot reserved for another character. This spot will last a week.
11. Posts must be longer than a sentence. Describe what your character is doing.
12. Time warps are controlled by me, and only me.
13. If you have an idea for the plot, PM it to me. We'll see what we can do.
14. Cussing is fine.
15. Romance is fine, makes things interesting.
16. If you contradict anything that you wrote in your application. You will be warned, and you must edit your post.
17. Your character doesn't know the environment. He doesn't know about secret caves or anything of that sort.
18. Have fun!
(DO NOT START AS A SHADE OR HARBRINGER! YOUR FIRST POST SHOULD EITHER BE BEFORE YOU CATCH THE PLAGUE, OR WHEN YOU CATCH IT!)
Terms and Stuff:
Meta-1Ch3: A plague of unknown origin that has begun to infect people in NYC. The medical community was the first to identify that something new had come to the Big Apple, and that it was a killer. All those infected die, usually in less than a day of exhibiting the first flu-like symptoms. The doctors kept the situation quiet, alerting only the Center for Disease Control (CDC), the governmental agency designated for dealing with situations like these. So far the only governmental response has been to send a team of scientist to the city to begin collecting data and specimens.
Shade: Victim of the Meta-1Ch3 pathogen, these former humans technically die and then return to a �living� state as a supernatural shadow. After death, their bodies darken to a midnight black, deeper than that of a lightless pit, including teeth and fingernails. Only their eyes remain different, losing all color and become a pupil-less milky white.
Most Shades are nocturnal and they are filled with a perpetual hunger for the beating hearts of humans. Harbringer� hearts are more desired by Shades than normal humans, satisfying the hunger and being a natural intoxicant to the living shadows.
Shades have demonstrated supernatural abilities. They can move at speeds beyond those of the most athletic human and have insane strength; some of them are able to move up to 1000 pounds of weight. They can also control shadows, bending them at will, using them as camouflage, and traveling line-of-sight through them. Their weakness includes sunlight interfering with their abilities, reducing them to normal human levels. Artificial bright light causes some pain and a minor reduction in their abilities. And they are able to be damaged and killed by physical means (bullets, blades, impacts, etc.), though when not in direct sunlight, it requires massive disruption of their physical forms. Recently SWAT Team Six has used some special ultra-violet emitting bullets that cause severe damage to a shade.
As a whole, Shades are mindless predators, specializing in ambush attacks of their prey. They seem to be unable to speak and exhibit no redeeming human emotions such as mercy, compassion, or love. Self-preservation is their only other urge, so typically they will attack, feed and flee. When cornered, they attack without thought for strategy, only �fight or flight�.
Recently, a very few of the newly dead Shades have started to exhibit thought and intelligence. These Shades have also shown extra supernatural gifts beyond those of the common Shade.
The general public is unsure on the existence of the Shades. Most people assume that they are a creation of the newspapers trying to use sensationalism to get subscribers. Some believe that eyewitnesses quoted by the papers as people looking for their 15 minutes of fame. A few think that the Shades are real and are part of some conspiracy theory or another (aliens, government experiment, occult societies, etc.). Only those few who have seen a real Shade and lived to tell about it believe.
(In a change from the original Cursed Shadows, the Shade infection is not as contagious and not as many shades are created. The actual infection cause is unknown. I did not want the world overrun as quickly as the original infection rate seemed to indicate.)
Harbringer: Caused by an unnamed pathogen, this illness has similar symptoms to the Shadow Plague. But after descending to the brink of death, the Harbringer quickly recovers, and becomes something more than human.
So far, the disease has caused no physical manifestations of the change. The new Harbringer continue to look human, retaining all their pre-illness traits. But their abilities are now beyond human understanding.
Harbringer physically outperform any human. Strength, speed, and stamina rival those of the Shades, and they also heal at nearly triple the rate of a normal person. To deal with this increased physicality, they must to eat nearly quadruple the calories of a typical human, or they weaken quickly.
Harbringer also demonstrate supernatural powers once only shown in movies or comic books. Some scientists speculate that the increased mental capacity that the Harbringer seem to have may be used to pull up some previously seen or imagined �superpower� and to bring it into reality. Still, Harbringer have shown that some individuals can spontaneously create fire, or �summon� weapons, or other nearly magical abilities.
There also seems to be a natural antagonism between Harbringer and Shade, causing an almost undeniable desire for the new super powered beings to destroy the living shadows.
Harbringer are not beyond human wants and desires. Each one is a person who has been given powers beyond that of mortal men. How they use them depends on the type of person they were before the illness.
Bullet Eaters: The largest criminal gang in NYC. They are extremely feared by the general public and the police are in a constant struggle to curtail their power. Even other criminals (organized crime, other gangs, and individuals) fear the Bullet Eaters� strength and influence. They have many branches within the gang and engage in all manner of crimes.
Most of their �soldiers� are extremely bloodthirsty. All of them have a Bullet Bill tattoo somewhere on their body.
The actual leader(s) of the gang is unknown at this time.
Rolling Hearts: The biggest vigilante group in New York City, they started as a grassroots response to the growing violence of criminal gangs. Loved by the public and given a blind eye by the law-enforcement establishment, they try their hardest to help the people of the city. They are extremely trusted, and are welcomed almost anywhere.
They have shown that they are willing to meet criminal activity with violence, �fighting fire with fire� as it were.
They are organized into many loose-knit cells and have a general democratic type hierarchy. Almost all members keep their association with the group a secret and all of them have a tattoo of a heart somewhere on their body.
S.W.A.T. Team Six: A new squad of the NYC Police Department SWAT team, designed and equipped to deal specifically with Shades. This is the first federally-aided response team created to combat the psychopathic killers that the Shadow Plague victims become. Armed with special ultra-violet emitting bullets, and backed up by a walking gun platform called SHEPHERD, and a sniper called Overlord, the three squads that make up SWAT Team Six (Alpha, Beta, & Delta) are out for the sole purpose of killing Shades.
They are supposed to be kept secret from the public.
Weapons and Stuff:
Modern firearms are the typical weapon available.
The swords are a type of energy sword, charged with electricity and generating an almost laser-like cutting edge. They will not cut through metal doors (like a light saber) but flesh is not a problem. They are very powerful, but very expensive. These are not typically available to the poorer character unless found during the story.
Mystical weapons formed by use of shadow or Harbringer power are not much stronger than either of these modern items. A mystic sword will be on par with the energy sword, and power blasts will be just a step above a military-grade gun.
Specially developed ultra-violet emitting bullets are being supplied to SWAT Team Six, but are not available to the general characters.
No "all powerful, ultimate death ray explosive particle nano photon 'I Win'" weapon allowed. Keep it just a bit more than real world and things will be more fun.
please put some effort into the creation of your character. A well thought out character is more fun to interact with and the application shows how well you may fit into our game.
Name:
Age:
Race (Harbringer or Shade?):
Powers:
Skills (What can your character do? Pick locks?):
Description (Describe how your character looks like. Hair style, length, facial features, body type and build. What are they wearing? LOTS OF DETAIL):
Inventory (What does your character have on him?):
Personality (How would your character normally react. No bi-polar characters):
Biography (What is your character's past? Lots of details is good):
Education (What form of education does this character have?):
Strengths (What strengths does your character have?):
Weaknesses (Stubbed toe is not a weakness):
Fun Facts (Anything your character does. Do they smoke? Write that here):
RP Example (RP your character's past. Any part.):
Anything I should add? (What would make this RP better?):
We need HARBRINGERS!!!
KEY:
Bold - Storyteller (Has ALL the abilities!)
Italicized - Moderator (Can add/kick people, advance the plot, etc.)
Underlined - Trusted Member(Active and awesome, are probably being considered for a moderator spot.)
Plain - Regular Member
Crossed- Probationary Member (needs to post soon or will be kicked.)Creator: CraftingCobra
If your name is not on the list,then you have been Kicked!
Harbringer Roster:
CptPorkins : Chase Perkins - A large man, the first that the harbringer disease seems to have cause physical mutation. Grey skin, Black pits for eyes, No sensation of touch or pain. Does not breath and has no heartbeat.
TAMBAR5000 : Halt Warren - An old Bullet Eater, and now a retired cop with the ability to control fire with his powers as a Harbringer.
Rhynerd : Daniel Clemp - A Harbringer with the ability to use minor telepathy. Likes to tinker with mechanical things.
MoarWork : Sarit Lem - Young lady with the ability to harness light (Daylight the stongest, artificial to some extent) and form it into projected energy.
Ratiza : Ratiza - 20 year old, 6'4" Harbringer with the power of making his skin diamond hard for a short period. Has a mighty hatred for Bullet Eaters.
Shade Roster:
CamoColorNinja : Eddy Lovewood - A Shade that managed to retain human emotion, with the ability to craft weapons out of shadows.
Thatanos : Archard Daelan - A Shade with the ability to skin a victim and wear it. He will look like them, and if he has the time, sound like them too.
ScreamingQueen : Xuan Zu - A Shade with the ability to warp and stretch her body to impossibly horrifying and deadly shapes.
CloudJHi : Mark Ammon - A teen Shade, able to spin threads and cables of shadow.
clant : Kurt Puhnic - A late 20's Shade who can become invisable.
Proporo : Eater - 28 year old eating machine. Wild, chaotic, stronger than most shades, voraciously hungry. Eater consumes his whole victim.
If your name is not on the list anymore, you have been kicked.
Harbringer
Player: CptPorkins
Name: Chase Perkins
Age: 26
Race: Harbringer
Powers: Feels no pain, Doesn't need to breathe, Steady hands (Heart doesn't beat, so nothing to unsteady him when still).
Skills: Good with his signature weapon, his hand made crossbow, Slight ability to fight.
Description: Before his...Accident, Chase was built like an Ox. With dark red hair, light grey eyes, shining white teeth and a light tan from his early life, he wasn't exactly ugly. The only thing that stopped him from becoming a ladies man, or wooing women all night every night was his beer gut.
But afterwards, he was different. Alot different. Gone was the red hair, the Grey eyes, shining teeth and Tan. His hair became a drab concrete grey, while his eyes became non-existant, just pitch black holes. His teeth were cracked and yellow, while his skin was a mossy, grey green color. In his mind, the only bonus of the incident was losing almost all of his excess fat.
Since walking around looking like a horror movie extra isn't a good idea, He currently wears a dark olive Hooded jumper, a plain black t-shirt, a pair of simple white gloves, dark grey jeans, the knees of which are almost entirely worn, a pair of black converse sneakers and lastly, to hide the rest of his face, a red scarf, almost always wrapped around the lower half of his face.
Inventory: Wallet, House keys, empty bottle of '5 hour energy'
Personality: With a heart of gold and a brain of steel, Chase is what some might call 'The ultimate Bro'. Although a smartass at times and the equivalent of a stand up comic when a screw up is pulled forth, he still means well, and enjoys the company of others. While his illness may have deadened his looks, his Personality is still as fresh as ever.
Biography: Originally born in a small port side town in the Southern part of Australia, Chase grew up with an interest in three things: Human Behaviour, Wartime Weaponry, and lastly, Literature. To him, these were the only three things that were truly great. With both of his parents working in education, it made sense for them to home school their only child, to teach him how the world worked.
They crammed as much information into his head as possible, only to watch it spill out again onto sheet after sheet of notes and sketches. With an almost insaitable hunger to learn, Young Chase became more and more focused on learning, and less and less on socialising. After 8 years of homeschooling, his parents made the biggest decision they could ever make: To send their son to public school.
After several months of being the awkward outsider, Sitting by himself at lunch and keeping quiet in class, someone finally sat down with him, and had a full conversation with him. Instead of creating enemies with his sarcastic jibes, he did almost the opposite. No longer was he 'That loner' or 'Him', But 'The comedian'. He soon graduated highschool, with brilliant grades in History, English and Psychology. After taking a gap year to earn some cash, he grabbed a plane ticket to the big apple, where he grabbed an easy cafe job, and got into the same studies he'd aced at school.
Chase was doing great. School was tough, but manageable. His boss was friendly, always gave him a free meal during break, and let him off every second weekend so he could go on hunting trips. And he even had his own apartment, with a full kitchen and everything. Then, it happened. The incident. After finishing a shift at work, he'd sat down to grab a coffee, and fill out some papers relating to his citizenship. The only other person there was one of the kitchen hands, doing prep for the next day. It turned out his 'Friendly' boss had wronged the bullet eaters. Several of them burst through the locked door, all carrying either a bat or pole, and fueled with drugs and drink, they attacked the hapless Australian, beating him to the brink of death, before finally leaving. The ambulance got there fast, but unfortunately, there was nothing that could be done.
Chase passed away before he even got to hospital.
But of course, the harbringers disease had other plans for him.
Education: High school graduate, 3 years at College studying English, Psychology and History.
Strengths: Can't feel pain, Steady aim, quiet, no need to breathe
Weaknesses: Can't feel pain so he can't tell the limit of which he can survive, Not breathing and having no heartbeat forces him to avoid hospitals and close contact, his features tend to be something of a problem with people.
Fun Facts: Learned to hunt after he arrived in America, where it was easier to obtain and keep a weapon.
RP Example: Death.
The end of ones natural life, and what some would think of as the beginning of the spiritual. Except there wasn't a new beginning. Just a moment of silence, of blackness, of no sensation, and suddenly, everything. It overwhelmed him, made him want to scream out in pain from the sudden flood of life. Life which he'd lost days earlier. He remembered it all, the pain, the blood, and most of all, the laughing of his assailents. While his mind was back to full working capacity instantly, his body was slower. Several long hours passed before he was able to do more then wriggle or twitch his muscles, and even then, it was still a problem.
After kicking at the wall beneath his feet, it finally came free, allowing him to climb out. What he encountered was something different to what he expected. Instead of a white room and a crate, the kind that was often seen in the 'interrorgation' scene during movies, he saw rows upon rows of steel small steel doors, all along the wall behind him. Infront of him sat several steel operating tables, the kind seen in Morgues. Stumbling to the shining metal surface, cleaner and more polished then that which sat behind him, he gazed at the mask of horror that lay infront of him. Stitches arced across his gaunt, grey-green skin. His once Red hair, thick and wavy, now hung straight and grey as the concrete at his feet. Had his heart beat, it would have froze. Had his lungs sucked in air, it would have caught in his throat. Had his eyes still rested in their sockets, and not been removed, a single tear would have formed.
Anything I should add?: Nooope. Chuck Testa.
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Player: Tambar5000
Name: Halt Warren
Age (A 12 year old or similar will be instantly denied): Late 40's-Early 50's
Race (Are you planning on being a Harbringer or Shade?): Harbringer
Powers (For Shades, what shadow powers do you have?): One power is deadly accuracy, i.e throwing and aim. Another one is he can control fire, forming it with his hands and throwing it, letting it climb up his arms, etc
Skills (What can your character do? Pick locks?): He knows all sorts of interrogation methods, as well as torture techniques. He is very intimidating, and calm which makes even the biggest and strongest enemies hesitate. He is average at sword fighting but excels at knives i.e close quarters.
Description (Describe how your character looks like. What are they wearing? LOTS OF DETAIL): Steely grey eyes, with a very shaggy salt and pepper beard (Short, of course) . He has greying hair and a rugged, but handsome face. In his younger years he was a member of the feared Bullet Eaters, so that explains his powerful presence. He has calloused hands and although old, he has a whipcord type strength about him. He wears a brown leather jacket above an olive green shirt. On his legs he wears some jeans. He has a pistol holster in his belt, carrying his magnum and a hunting knife strapped to his thigh. He sometimes wears aviators. And on his left forearm he has the bullet eater tattoo, with a line through it indicating he left.
Inventory (What does your character have on him?): A magnum revolver, his police badge. A hunting knife and an old pair of knuckle dusters.
Personality (How would your character normally react. No bi-polar characters): He always appears calm, and serious with an air of authority surrounding him. When angry he speaks quietly, with venom in his voice. When he speaks people tend to listen, because he is an excellent battle strategist. With his friends, and people he knows well, he sometimes shows he can have a sense of humour.
Biography (What is your character's past? Lots of details is good): Halt never knew his parents, he was orphaned and lived at the local orphanage. When he was 14, the orphanage closed down, and he was on the streets. For about 3 years he had to fend for himself, stealing, hiding when he was found by the bullet eaters. They took him in and helped him, supplying him with food and skills, even giving him a magnum pistol, which he had no idea how to use. He had to learn fast though. It wasn't an easy life. He had to do all sorts of work for them, being the lackey, always slaughtering innocents. At 30 he left, and joined the police. He sought the path to redemption and tried hard. After hard years he was promoted to chief. When he turned 49, he retired still keeping his badge. He made an alliance with the Hearts, a rebel gang and helped them out, going against the bullet eaters and his past demons killing targets and providing them with intel.
Education (What form of education does this character have?): None whatsoever, he learned what he did by television and the Internet.
Strengths (What strengths does your character have?): Calm, good strategist and a good liar.
Weaknesses (Stubbed toe is not a weakness): He is very loyal to his friends and sometimes thinks he can handle everything.
Fun Facts (Anything your character does. Do they smoke? Write that here): He smokes, and when agitated he keeps on lighting his hands on and off fire.
RP Example (RP your character's past. Any part.):
(Just before RP begins)
The night was cool. A damp smell hung in the air and the dim streetlights badly illuminated the empty road. Halt could hear the crunch of gravel underneath his boots. Walking to his car he took out his keys. He Breathed in the fresh air and inserted it in. Behind him he heard a rough voice shout, "Give us the fo'kin car old man." He turned around to see three teenagers, all of them with bullet eater tattoos on the sides of their heads. The biggest one, holding a metal baseball bat walked up to him, and shoved him hard. He hit the side of the car. Hard. Regaining his balance he looked at him, and calmly said. "You best be leaving now, son before i hurt you." He laughed, he was an ugly fellow with a stump of a neck and a sloping forehead. He said "What could an old ******* like you d-" He was cut off when Halt leapt forward with lightning speed, jamming his elbow in his throat. The boy began gagging when Halt pivoted on one leg and slammed a kick into his gut. When he doubled over Halt brought down both his hands on top of his head. A crowbar hit his leg, there were still two more. He reached for his magnum when a wooden baton smacked him upside the head.
The second one had attacked him, and they were going to kill him if he didn't do something. Fast as lightning he whipped out his knife and grabbed one in a headlock, his rough arm muscles constricting his throat, he slashed him across the neck and watched blood spill out, the other one was swinging the crowbar at his head, he brought up the knife in a downward grip and blocked it, gripping his forearm he swung him above and brought him down hard on the pavement. He put his foot in his neck and began to pull until he heard a snap. He quickly dusted off the crowbar and planted it in the unconscious ones hand, making it clear that he hadn't done anything.
Halt climbed in his car and drove home.
Anything I should add? (What would make this RP better?): We should all use QWERTY Keyboards, but thats just me :wink.gif:
Player: Rhynerd
Name: Daniel Clemp
Age (A 12 year old or similar will be instantly denied): 22
Race (Are you planning on being a Harbringer or Shade?): Eventually a Harbringer, but for now still a human
Powers (For Shades, what shadow powers do you have?): once he gets a full blown case of harbringer's he'll be able to send repulsion blasts to force bask enemies of the amny sorts, move items about from a distance, who knows maybe he'll even have some powers similar to gambit, but that's doubtful.
Skills (What can your character do? Pick locks?): Daniel's always been good with tinkering and repairing things, also has some experience as a construction worker so one could say he's stronger than some other fellows.
Description (Describe how your character looks like. What are they wearing? LOTS OF DETAIL): Surprising to those who know his past, he actually looks like somebody you'd see as a college sophomore, minus the fact that his hair is starting to gray. The grey hair is rather grown otu and shaggy, infact, it looks like a dark gray version of shaggy's hairdo, not that he knows. Other things to note about his face are the blue eyes and the small scar ont he hairline above his left eye. Total height is 6'1'', clothing being a sort of frankenstien'd version of a burgundy sweatjacket and his old olive drab dyed construction worker's coat, a worn out pair of jeans folded at the ankles (as well as patched up here and there and some old red and black sneakers. He also does keep himself in shape for his current job. One more thing: he has a tattoo of a heart by his right knee.
Inventory (What does your character have on him?): lead pipe, small wrench, small screwdriver, medical tape, a few pills for colds.
Personality (How would your character normally react. No bi-polar characters): Daniel is a rather laid back fellow, also not much for fighting soembody unless it's truly nessesary. Always seen looking out for others before himself though.
Biography (What is your character's past? Lots of details is good): Daniel was one of those kids who grew up in one of the lesser parts of towns. At a young age he got around to intkering, and thanks to that they were able get themselves a few luxuries such as a radio. Living on the poor side of life he had the chance to work on his tinkering skills even more, by the time he was to go to school by law he had what it took to make a few bucks here and there with some of his little machines.
Besides that his parents did what they could to help him get by even thoguh he was attempting to support the family himself. After finishing first grade his one year younger brother and sister went to school with him, and together they made it all the way middle shcool with the bare minimum of supplies, and then high school with some slightly better supplies thanks to some studies in vehicles Daniel did during the summers.
The younger siblings worked to go to college once they made it through high school, Daniel graduated as part of the egineering team with a scholarship, but gave it to his apprentice of a brother and instead got a job as a construction worker to assist his now too ill to work parents.
He spent two years working while his brother was attempting to get a masters with help from "the master" while his sister became a journalist. A slce of their paychecks went into medical bills, though it wasn't enough to save them.
Then came the shades, which not only gave the one good thing about his parents deaths (he won't have to worry about them turning), but also made work for him sparse, so he quit and used the uniform as the work attire for his makeshift auto body shop to earn his keep, at least for as long as it could last.
Not too long ago the Bullet Eaters attempted to shoot up the college his brother's going to, which brought him to joining the Rolling Hearts to help make sure they can't try that again, pushing his little business to the weekends only. Even though it appears he's coming down with a really bad cold (actually harbringers), he's still taking on jobs here and there for his new "employers"
Education (What form of education does this character have?): He made to high school... that's basically it.
Strengths (What strengths does your character have?): close to medium range combat, small repairs, improvising, etc.
Weaknesses (Stubbed toe is not a weakness):long range focused enemies, anything that needs college-grade knowledge, etc.
Fun Facts (Anything your character does. Do they smoke? Write that here): He grew up listening to that radio for most of his life, has a load of songs stuck in his head that he ends up "playing" now and then, also kinda wished he had something for longer ranges, heard of an intering assault rifle called a Sig 550 he's hoping he can have someday to help fight off the Bullet Eaters.
RP Example (RP your character's past. Any part.): It was a slow day at the shop, middle of the winter, and the car door wouldn't close, his "favorite" combination. His office still had a working heater though, and the chair could still recline so he was covered until a customer arrived.
Speak of the devil one could say, as at that moment it appeared a customer was pulling into the old frozen steel grey workplace of his. The car was a dark red carmengia (old small 2-door VW convertible car), it had the top up so he couldn't really tell who the driver was, until he saw that the font liscense plate said QWERTY on it. Low and behold it was his sister, hopefully it was just a friendly visit though.
He began to walk outside, it's been a while since he's seen another member of the family. Apparantly she's been doing well, heck, she's actually going up another tier in life. There was just one problem she was hoping her older brother could solve for her...
Anything I should add? (What would make this RP better?): Nothing at the moment.
Player: MoarWork
Name: Sarit Lemüche
Age: 29
Race: Harbringer
Powers: Sarit has the ability to manipulate the energy of the sun, to an extent. Among her talents are the ability to concentrate light rays to form a burning, narrow beam; create intensely bright flashes of light around herself that have an effect similar to burning a huge strip of magnesium, temporarily blinding anyone looking at her; bend light rays to reach shadowy places it normally does not reach and deprive small areas of natural light. She also has, to a lesser extent control over artificial lights - she can intensify or dim them, but only for short periods of time.
Skills: Sarit is quite the genius, able to quickly spot patterns and flaws in opponent's fighting styles, and exploit these flaws. On top of this, she is a great problem solver and strategical thinker, who has an uncanny aptitude to use her surroundings to her advantage. She is skilled in defensive martial arts, and can prevent most attacks from reaching her until she tires, though she lacks offensive techniques, and so often has to exploit an enemy's flaws or use her surroundings to defeat an opponent. She is also a talented free runner, and being familiar with New York, can travel through the city quickly and smoothly without every laying a foot on the streets below.
Description: Sarit stands fairly tall for a woman, at 5'7. It is clear to those who see her that she cares about her appearance - she is very toned and fit, and her light blond her falls dead straight around her face, cut in a razor sharp line just below her ears, apart from her fringe, which is just above her eyes. She has intelligent, large grey eyes framed by long black lashes and surrounded by light blue eyeliner. Her lips are fairly thin, yet finely shaped, and painted with a dark red lipstick. When smiling, many have commented that her teeth are so bright that they're almost painful to look at. Overall, her face has an innocent look, though if one looks close enough, they can see a look of intelligent cunning in her eyes.
Her common outfit is one that is comfortable, yet does not restrict her mobility. She wears white cargo pants, which taper below the knees to the point that at her ankles, they are tightly fastened with cords inside the material, as Sarit finds that clothes that flap around her ankles are rather annoying. On her top half she wears a tight fitting black singlet, with a large, white Bishop (chess) design on it. On cold days, when she is not running, Sarit wears a thick, woolen red jumper that reaches her knees.
Inventory: Sarit's most important possession is her iPod classic, securely fastened to a wide, purple band on her left bicep. Also attached to this band is her old, crappy Nokia cellphone, which she feels no need to upgrade - it can call people, and that's all she requires. She also carries around a small, blue backpack containing a travel chess set, a first aid kit and her thin, leather wallet containing her meager supply of cash and credit card.
Personality: Sarit is a very calm person, who always checks the consequences of her actions before committing to them - a trait she has picked up from her long hours spent at chessboards. Because of this, she will not rush into the fray to save an ally unless she finds it absolutely necessary - instead, she will formulate a plan which provides, according to her calculations, the best outcome. She finds it easy to get along with calm, quiet people, though finds loud, obnoxious and foolhardy action seekers almost unbearable. Though she appears to be rather quiet and even shy when people first meet her, close friends discover she has a good sense of humor, with a razor sharp wit to match.
She also gets a feeling of intoxicating joy when she free runs - the only other time she finds this joy is after completing an elaborate plan on a chessboard successfully. Due to this joy, she often has difficulty on focusing on anything other than her path while running - all other environmental factors tend to just fade into the background, including the aches and pains of her body.
Biography: Sarit was an oddity from a the day she was born - though she was born to an Native-American mother, and a dark skinned German father, she had pale white skin, almost to the point that she was an Albino. There was no genetic explanation, as dark skin traced back several generations in both families, and so it was declared a mutation. Despite her visible differences from her five older brothers, Sarit was accepted into the family with open arms, cared for like all the other children.
She had a happy, yet remarkable childhood. She spoke her first word on the day of her first birthday, before her older brother Jacob, who was two at the time, had uttered his. Over the next several months she quickly compiled a vocabulary of over three hundred words, and by the time she was two was able to effectively communicate with her parents and brothers the way that a regular five year old would. She taught herself to read at the age of three, and while her brothers were playing with their Lego and video games, she was pouring over her father’s collection of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, amazing her parents with her ability to grasp and remember the complicated material within the hefty tomes.
Her father, recognizing her extraordinary potential, got her a year of chess lessons from a nearby International Master at the age of five. She, perhaps unsurprisingly, progressed at a remarkable rate, and within six months was beating children three times her age, who had been learning from the Master, whose name was Joe, for up to five years. By the time she was ten, she was competing at a national level, and won the Under-Twelve American Nationals on her second attempt, at the age of eleven. After hard years of studying both chess and schoolwork, she finally reached the stage she had aspired to for many years at the age of seventeen - Grand Master.
While storming through the chess scene, Sarit had been quietly yet successfully achieving at school, reaching top of her class, and year, every year until she was seventeen, where she graduated High School with a scholarship to study Chemistry at Harvard. It was at Harvard that her life completely turned around, when she met Lance. Lance was studying Business at the College, and for a reason she couldn't describe, she immediately liked him. He clearly felt the same - within two months they were engaged, and had moved into their own apartment using money which Lance mysteriously acquired.
The couple married young, after only knowing each other for a year - Sarit was nineteen at the time, while Lance was twenty one. The two were a happy couple - Lance became somewhat of a high roller in business, and was earning them a good income, while Sarit finished her degree within a year, and completed her doctorate on the topic in record time, becoming a professor at the College at the age of twenty three. In her spare time, Sarit took up a course in philosophy, a topic that interested her greatly. She and Lance, five years after their marriage, were still a happy couple, and though the topic of children had seldom been breached, Sarit had the feeling that it would become an important matter in their lives fairly soon.
However, Sarit's marriage and life came crashing down around her a year later, at the age of twenty six. Upon visiting Lance's office one night, as he had left some important documents at home, Sarit walked in on him surrounded by five prostitutes. Outraged, and blinded by both her tears and rage, she screeched until all the ladies had left the room, leaving her to confront her husband, her first true love.
Three years later, and Sarit is living in New York, subsisting mainly of the $10,000 that Lance must pay her monthly. She moved to the Big Apple two months after walking in on Lance, and, for a change, took up the physical challenges of free running and defensive martial arts. Showing her usual quick mastery, Sarit had outstripped all her tutors in both cases after three years of intense training, and while she still practices both with an almost religious fervor, spends much of her time on strange experiments and philosophical theorizing.
Education: Sarit has completed Doctorates from Harvard in both Philosophy and Chemistry.
Strengths: Sarit is incredibly intelligent, displaying great talent when it comes to planning and problem solving. She is talented at close quarters using her defensive martial arts styles, and is gifted when it comes to finding alternative routes through a city.
Weaknesses: Sarit is terrified of public speaking, often freezing up when having to address large crowds of people. She also has a very limited experience of offensive fighting, and so if she came up against an enemy who she could not find a way to counter, she would be unable to defeat them.
Fun Facts: Sarit has a rather unhealthy addiction to tea, often going through more than ten pots in one day. Despite this, her teeth never seem to become stained, and retain their painful lustre.
RP Example: The wind rushed past her ears, almost tuning out the bizarre harmonies of Tool that were blasting through her iPod. Leaping down the two metres to the next building, Sarit rolled, feeling the bite of the unforgiving gravel as it brushed past her whirling arms, before she once again rose, moving just as quickly.
Deciding it was time for a break, Sarit began to gradually slow down, coming to a halt less than a metre from the edge of the apartment block, less than a metre away from a swift, roaring fall followed by the sweet embrace of death. Shaking the unexpected suicidal thoughts out of her head, she raised her gaze slightly, looking at the people milling around on the streets below. Ants. Ants are all they are - scurrying to and fro, completing their endless tasks not for themselves, but for their oppressive, threatening queen. Sarit frowned - she did not know what had come over her, to think such vindictive thoughts.
Hoping to rid herself of such thoughts, Sarit returned herself to the maze of buildings that lay ahead of her, planning the next section of her course. A quick leap, followed by vaulting the fence, which mistook itself for an object that could actually deter people from passing over it. A sharp turn to the left, and nothing more than running in a straight line and occasional jumping after that. No, scratch that, she thought, noticing the fire escape at the end of the building with the pitiful chain link fence. She needed food, and more importantly, tea.
Taking a few steps back, as to have an adequate run up to jump the gap between the buildings, Sarit launched herself forward, her vision narrowing until all she could see in front of her was the next object to be overcome, her senses narrowing until all she could hear was the searing pain in her lungs and the rapid thump thump thump of her heart. Within thirty seconds she had reached the ladder, and quickly slid down the ten stories to the street below.
Slowly stretching, Sarit began to walk down the streets of the clustered ant nest of New York City, headed in the direction of the nearest coffee shop that provided an adequate tea. Already, she was smiling in anticipation of the hot, warming liquid.
Anything I should add? Nada.
Player: Ratiza
Name: Ratiza
Age: 20
Race (Harbringer or Shade?): Harbringer
Powers: My character is he can harden every part of his body to the point of diamond, for an extent of fifteen minutes. His teeth and fingernails are sharp enough (using the previously stated power) can rip through flesh, and almost reach bone. Although, after this period he gets a slight, but painful, electric shock, and freezes for 15 seconds, due to his muscles spasming. He also ages slwoly, each year being worth half a year to him. He has immensley strong internal organs to, which stop the bad side effects of smoking.
Skills (What can your character do? Pick locks?): He is strong, fast and intelligent
Description (Describe how your character looks like. Hair style, length, facial features, body type and build. What are they wearing? LOTS OF DETAIL): He has long, shaggy, straight black hair, at abour shoulder length, with the fringe just above his nose. He is 6"4, with a suprisingly attractive face. He is lean, even though he is fast and strong. He normally wears a dark hoodie, which helps him blend in with his surroundings (mainly the dark alleyways of the night. he wears loose, baggy black jeans for comfort, warmth and disguise. He wears Skate shoes, keeping up with the trend of black.
Inventory (What does your character have on him?): He carries very little items, in including a snub nosed revolver concealed in one of the many secret pockets within his hoody, some speed reloads for the gun and an expensive bag.
Personality (How would your character normally react. No bi-polar characters): He is a light hearted person, most of the time, but can have sudden mood swings, depending on how he is going in life. In his less good natured state he has a very short temper and attention span. In his light hearted mode, he will mainly joke around, and if insulted will just say a rather witty comeback. He needs a cigarette at least once a day, or the worse mood comes out in him.
Biography (What is your character's past? Lots of details are good): Ratiza's life was very boring. He went to school, he went home, he did his homework, and then he slept. Until he met Roxanne. And then, when she died, nothing quietened down. They just goot worse.. The death had wounded him greatly. They were the best of friends, never going anywhere without eachother. The pair were inseperable, their hands intertwined for at least eight hours a day. They had no desire for a physical love, but a feeling, an urge, if you must, for them to have a more physical relationship pounced upon Ratiza like a lion on it's prey, it's grasp deadly, and it's intents obvious. This resulted in her feeling used, and they had slowly fell apart. Ratiza didn't know what was happening, and was outraged when she had said that she wanted to break up with him. They argued for an hour or two, and Roxanne stormed through the door, teams streaming down her face. Ratiza fell onto his bedm exhausted, confused and sad. He thought that he would make up, and it would all be solved. But when he woke up, all that had been solved was Roxanne's date of death. She had been killed by the leader of the Bullet Eater's, for something her dad had done. Ratiza never payed attention to what her father had done, only to what had happened. To this day, he can't remember what her father had done to annoy such a powerful gang.
He continued through his last year of high school, when Meta-1ch3 hit. The city of New York was set into turmoil, and Ratiza ran, far, far away from all the death and horrible changings. He traveled the city for half a year, looking for a place to stay. When he fell ill with the plague.
Education (What form of education does this character have?):He went through all years of school, with straight A's each one. He was Dux of all of his schools.
Strengths (What strengths does your character have?): Personality wise: He is charming and funny, but has a dark side. He makes friends easily, no time wasted on chatting. Body wise: He is strong and fast.
Weaknesses (Stubbed toe is not a weakness): His power is just strong, and maybe overpowered, but, after he uses it, he freezes for up to 1 1/2 minutes. He is fast and strong, but tires easily. Finally, he has an extreme hatred for Bullet Eater's and will attempt to kill any sighted, even if it means almost certain death.
Fun Facts (Anything your character does. Do they smoke? Write that here): He smokes, but his power stops the bad side effects from happening. All it does is takes him back to normal.
RP Example (RP your character's past. Any part.): The gritty bar was full of drunks and newcomers, wanting to party, onl realisng they'd come to the sad, stoned Year 10's part, then the cool, interesting, girl ridden Year 11's party. Ratiza did not fit in here at all. A man in his late 30s walked up to him, the stench of alchohol in his breath. A bottle was in one hand, and his other was curled into some might decribe as a fist. He managed to throw out some words at Ratiza. "Mate," he said, "Yer lookin' fer a fight, aren't ya? Well, ya got one right here mate!"
Ratiza glances at the man, chuckles, and pushes him into a nearby table, the glass shattering into his hand.
Anything I should add? (What would make this RP better?): A drug empire. And an IRC channel. That is all.
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NPC Harbringers
Creator: CraftingCobra
Name: Zeke Draigo
Age: 23 Years Old.
Race: Harbringer (version 1.0)
Powers: Zeke's Harbringer power is the ability to sense any other Harbringer, and their power with great ease. He can also sense the capacity of other powers, and was made to help other Harbringers become stronger. He is not as fast or strong as other Harbringers, but he is much smarter.
Skills: Zeke is extremely smart for the time, much more smart than most other people. He is very knowledgeable, and knows lots of things that others do not. He is a very smooth talker, and very good at lying. A special skill is that he is very good at memorizing things; whether it is maps or books.
Description: Zeke is a relatively tall 23 year old, with a slim build. He has short black hair, with dark brown eyes, along with his chipped glasses. He has a thin scar on his left cheek, from an old gang fight. Along with that, Zeke walks and runs with a limb, because of an untreated broken leg that never healed completely. Also, Zeke has a heart tattoo with a black line through it on the back of his right hand. Zeke wears a white polo with gray stripes, and dark blue jeans. He has a digital watch on his left wrist, and a wrist band on his right. Finally, he has a lucky ring on his left middle finger for good luck.
Inventory: Zeke currently has his wallet (with his ID, and 200 $ in cash), a pocket knife, and a deck of cards.
Personality: Zeke is usually really quiet, and does not talk very much. He analyzes everything with a keen eye. He always cares for his friends, and will not abandon them unless he must.
Biography: Zeke was born in the slums of New York with a poor childhood. His parents loved him, and tried their hardest to put food on the table. They could tell that Zeke was smart ever since he was young. At age 14, Zeke received a job at the local library, and borrowed books in his spare time. Ever since then he loved reading. At age 18, Zeke's parents were killed in Bullet Eater raid. Saddened and angered at the same time, Zeke joined the Rolling Hearts in revenge, and was well known for killing many Bullet Eaters. At age 21, Zeke caught the Harbringer's Disease, and gained his powers. He resigned from the Rolling Hearts to hone his abilities for good, and to crush the Shades. 2 years later, Zeke lives in his own apartment and does odd jobs for money, he looks for suitable Harbringers to help stop the Shades.
Education: Zeke learned how to read and write from reading books. He never entered any school, but he had three years of education from a library. He has read almost every book at his local library except for a select few.
Strengths: Zeke is strong willed, and is a smooth talker. Getting him to change his mind is like moving a mountain.
Weaknesses: Zeke has an uncontrollable rage against the Bullet Eaters. He will do anything to kill them, even at risk of his own life.
Fun Facts: Zeke's favorite food is pizza. Zeke is afraid of heights.
RP Example:
Zeke slammed the door shut as he walked into the rolling heart hideout. The fresh blood of a Bullet Eater rolled off of his hands as he washed them in the kitchen sink. He had a reputation of being a relentless Bullet Eater killer, and many of the Rolling Hearts respected him because of that. "How many did you kill this time. eh?" Zeke's friend Ruepin asked. "Probably only took you a minute if it was only one or two, you're getting better at this everytime." Zeke sighed as he shook his hands off. "There was only one. He was about to rob a lady." Zeke replied. His stories were not as exciting to him as they were to other people. In fact, the were almost become repetitive. All of his stories were usually the same, he killed a Bullet Eater because they were doing something bad, as they always were, easy as that.
Anything I should add?: You should add a computer with a QWERTY keyboard layout. And dinosaurs. :biggrin.gif:
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Creator: MrSharwarma
Name: Yetto
Age: 23 Years Old.
Race: Harbringer
Powers: Yetto harbors the element of chaos in his disease, it contains the ability to create and manipulate different types of chaos. ie- Making a chaos gear out of magic, inserting it into a machine to cause it to go haywire and cause destruction. He mainly controls the Creation and Destruction aspects of chaos with a little raw magic in between.
Skills: Yetto is a pretty solitary guy, mainly independent and doesn’t work with others too much, however he is intelligible and knows how to keep up a conversation. He is pretty good at manipulation and takes and uses advantages wisely. (Not relying on solely on brute strength [even though he has some of that], but more manipulating the situation to his advantage and utilizing the advantages.)
Description: Yetto is pretty tall at around 6’7”. He has tanned skin and a slim figure. His normal attire is a white [or black] dress shirt (a flexible one) black [or white] dress pants, checkered black and white shoes and tie. On top of the dress shirt he wears a black leather/cloth jacket [Not exactly either one if you know what im talking about]. He wears a thick chain on the right side of his pants with black and white links. His hair is pitch black and has three jagged white stripes that cut are perpendicular to how is hair is brushed. The pupil of one eye is noticeably pitch black, while the other only has the black ring around the colored part of the eye, the inside being pure white.
*Holly*: Holly is Yetto's Macaw [A macaw is a type of parrot. They grow to be fairly large, and have a vicious bite and claw] She looks like a normal macaw aside from the fact that her colors are black and white aside from the normal, bright red yellow and blue. Growing up with Yetto they have a strong bond, she can sense how he feels. Along with this, she attacks people she thinks are hostile, only halted by Yetto. It's like a strong family relationship, [between different races]. Both would fight to the death to keep others safe. As for her strengths as a macaw she can pretty much sever a finger with a bite. You can do calculations on that to figure out that poking eyes out and ripping into arteries can actually hurt someone. This isnt a small little parakeet for those of you who dont know. Quite the opposite actually.
Inventory: Yetto has two switchblades, his wallet and a pistol [A Death Adder .45 Similar to a magnum revolver, but more accurate and powerfull, however has a bit less range. Designed as a manstopper.] Nothing else, however he occasionally carries his pet parrot on his shoulder.
Personality: Yetto is a man of surprise, timing and cunning. However he often replaces cunning with brute force as a habit of the chaos within him (does not happen until he realizes he has chaos). However, when angered his rage is often brutal.
Biography: Yetto grew up in a orphanage, keeping to himself most of the time, his common companion being a baby Macaw that the orphanage had since arrived. He knows nothing of his parents other than that they are dead. Yetto and the Macaw’s orphanage pretty much grew up together, the parrot was the only thing he really cared about. Others in the orphanage were pretty solitary and he never made an attempt to socialize with them, perfectly content with the company of the parrot and the keeper of the orphanage. When Yetto became 13 the Macaw was given to him by the keeper as she had noticed how much time he spent with it and how much he cared for it. However at the end of his 17th year (just before he was old enough to leave the orphanage) a thief mugged and killed the keeper. Enraged by her death he set out after the man, killing him in the end out of vengeance with two switchblades he acquired during the hunt. Word was spread to both the Rolling Hearts and the Bullet Eaters, the Rolling Hearts wanted to recruit him for his bravery in the situation placed before him, and the Bullet Eaters wanted him for the ruthless way he brought his revenge. However, he denied both of them when he learned that he had to get a tattoo, the idea of a permanent marking was ridiculous and didn’t appeal to him. On top of which he didn’t like to be associated with either of the groups. Taking to himself. Currently he lives alone with his pet parrot.
Education: Yetto earned a useful education in the orphanage, however due to the limited amount of resources he had access to he could only learn so much. His education adequate, he progressed further on his own, his mind becoming more cunning and tactile than just gaining information.
Strengths: Yetto is a pretty strong fellow, that coupled with his cunning are often a deadly combination.
Weaknesses: Yetto’s main weakness is his anger, because when driven to a certain point he delves into a rage, often leaving horrible destruction. On top of this the moment harm comes within a fraction of his parrot he dispatches of it before all else, valuing the parrot about as much as his own life.
Fun Facts: Yetto has never loved anything other than his parrot. [We’ll name her Holly for the sake of it.] And he loves black and white.
RP Example:
Yetto walked through the city streets. A man handed him the latest energy drink; run faster, jump higher. “Man, Im not gonna let you poison me,” Yetto said, and threw it on the ground! [Threw it on the ground ref. For the win :biggrin.gif: )
Yetto walked down the street. Opening the door to the bar, he stepped in. He brushed off his jacket and sat down at the bar, ordering the usual; a shot of vodka. He’d come to the bar many times before and knew the keeper well. The usual drunks and frustrated businessmen were here, along with a few acquaintences that were like him: came to the bar to take some time off. Finishing off the vodka he tossed a cracker into the air, watching with a slight smile as Holly swiftly grabbed it and swallowed it. A man who’d been eyeing the parrot with a strange look decided to test him. Saying things like “polly wanna cracker?” when Holly whistled a tune. Both Yetto and Holly ignored the muses, for to them he was nothing but another alcoholic just coming in. It would have passed unnoticed had the man not made a fatal mistake. Picking up a dart from the table he belched “stupid parrot need to shut up” and threw it. Seeing the needle flying towards Holly he lifted up his hand and swatted it with all his might, wincing and yelping in pain as the dart embedded into his left hand. Blood flowed onto the floor as Yetto stood up. The bar was silent. “Nobody, but nobody touches my parrot”. Nothing but silence. Everyone knew touching the parrot was a fatal mistake. Few had been stupid enough to test Yetto. This man was one of the few, nearly everyone there had seen this happen the year before to someone who was even more drunk. Those who didn’t were about to bear witness. The bartender sighed heavily as he pulled out a mop and bucked of water. Walking up to the man, Yetto pushed him into a chair the force snapping a leg and the man ending up on the ground in fear. The pupils of Yetto’s eyes streaked with red as he flicked out one of the two blades, his other hand out of use at the moment. “NOBODY, BUT NOBODY!” He yelled bringing his arm up and over his head in a downward swing into the man’s chest. Ribs cracked as he pulled the knife out. “NOBODY!” he yelled, curb stomping the man and ending his life. Flicking in the blade he zipped up his jacket and walked out. The door closed behind him, revealing the poster he and the bartender had agreed to put up. It was a silhouette of Yetto with the white streaks and strange eyes. “Call the cops and you end up like him” It read. Nothing more was needed to be said. The bartender cleaned up the mess and disposed of the body. Closing up soon after.
Anything I should add?: QWERTY is a word that you made up by pressing Q-W-E-R-T-Y.
Shades
Player: CamoColorNinja
Name: Eddy Lovewood
Age (A 12 year old or similar will be instantly denied): 29
Race (Are you planning on being a Harbringer or Shade?): Shade
Powers (For Shades, what shadow powers do you have?): Can form weapons from any shadow he touches (handguns, Axes, Swords, ect)
Skills (What can your character do? Pick locks?): He is very acrobatic and can use a large variety of weapons, he is one of the shades who kept their human emotions
Description (Describe how your character looks like. What are they wearing? LOTS OF DETAIL): He wears a dark gray hoodie and keeps the hood up at all times, on the back of the hoodie you can see the bullet eater logo. He also wears black fingerless gloves and dark blue baggy jeans. His face is completely black hiding any facial features except for his bright white eyes.
Inventory (What does your character have on him?): Nothing.
Personality (How would your character normally react. No bi-polar characters): Many people would say he is insane as he often laughs hysterically when he sees someone die even when it is his own allies. He enjoys to torture his pray both physically, and mentally before he kills them because, he loves to see people fall into despair. He tend to freak out when he sees something that reminds him of him past.
Biography (What is your character's past? Lots of details is good): Eddy was born with a tumor in his head, because his mom took a lot of dangerous drugs while carrying him. When he was 9, his parents sold him to a research lab, in order to get money to satisfy their addictions. The lab scientists had developed a liquid, that could dissolve brain tumors, without any surgeries required. It did indeed remove Eddy's tumor, but due to a undiscovered side effect, Eddy started becoming more sadistic and bloodthirsty little by little. In the end the scientists had no idea what to do with him, so they just put him on the streets. He survived by breaking into houses, killing everyone and stealing all of their belongings, soon he was known as the serial killer: "Window Climber". This nickname was given to him, due to most of his murders being inside the victims home. As his reputation on the street grew larger, a Bullet Eater general decided that the Window Climber, could become a fearsome member of his squadron. After a long search the general found him. Eddy agreed to join the Bullet Eaters, and in return get free drugs, and protection from his growing list of enemies. Eddy was in the Bullet Eaters, until the day he caught the Shade-plague.
Education (What form of education does this character have?): No real education, but the scientists taught him to read, count and the other basic stuff.
Strengths (What strengths does your character have?): He is good at manipulating people, and taunting his enemies into blind rage when he fights them.
Weaknesses (Stubbed toe is not a weakness): He sometimes gets random fits of rage that can make him do stupid things like charging at a dangerous enemy. If he is in a area with no shadows nearby, he can't make any weapons.
Fun Facts (Anything your character does. Do they smoke? Write that here): His favorite food is human hearts :3
RP Example (RP your character's past. Any part.): The little girl ran down the stairs with a excited look on her face, she was going to tell her mom about her new friend. "Mommy! Mommy! Come and meet my new friend!" she said while dragging in her moms apron. Assuming it was just one of her daughters imaginary friends, the mom followed the daughter back to her room. "Okay sweetie but make it quick! I am baking a strawberry ca-" the mom froze, as she saw the hooded man sitting on her daughters bed. With hungry eyes and a large grin he said: "Welcome to the tea party.."
Anything I should add? (What would make this RP better?): Dunno.. Oh yeah! QWERTY!!
Player: ScreamingQueen
Name : Xuan Zu
Age : 23
Race : Shade
Powers : Xuan is able to, along with the standard shade affair, warp her limbs and body to impossible lengths in the space of an eye blink.
Skills : Xuan is very intelligent. She knows what's what and what's not, whether to fight or flee, unlike a number of other Shades who are ruled by their hunger. She's also a very good runner.
Description : Xuan comes from a strict Chinese descent and stands at about 5'2, has shot black hair that hides her eyes. She wears navy blue cargo pants and a tight white shirt. They are all tainted with shade now.
Inventory : A few scraps of string, and a paper-clip.
Personality : While Xuan didn't retain her personality on the crossover from human to shade, she did retain her intelligence and with that intelligence she became cold as ice. She follows logic strictly without deviation due to emotional interferences. With a goal in mind she is nigh unstoppable, but present her with a well reasoned argument and you have yourself a debate for your life.
Biography : Xuan had a fairly well off life until the plague hit. She was studying biochemical science and had a steady boyfriend, her parents were alive and well and her brother had just gotten first seat in the double bass section of his high school orchestra. So yeah, it was good.
Education : Xuan's education is certainly something to shake a stick at. She outshone many of her peers when she was younger and during high school gained multiple scholarships in the fields of biology, chemistry and mathematics. Her university career was cut short by the arrival of the plague, and her subsequent catching of it.
Strengths : Xuan is fast and lithe. She can outrun and outmanoeuvre much of anyone she knew before the plague.
Weaknesses : Xuan will only attack you if she has a good reason too, and can be stopped by either kicking her ass till she' can't walk, or presenting her with an argument for your life.
Fun Facts : She doesn't use a QWERTY keyboard.
RP Example : The night was wet. Clouds obscured the pale light from the stars and moon, and thousands of streetlamps shone their sickly yellow glow down upon the pedestrians of the sleepless city. A young Chinese girl hurried through the bustling roads, a coat pulled tight around her thin form. Her night had been longer than she'd even begin to imagine. Hours of work and testing followed by a poor lunch then more work and testing. The early dinner with Jonathan had been the highlight, but as soon as it was over her life slipped back into work, and the drudgery that went with it.
And after all that, no results. Nothing definitive anyway. Sometimes, at the back of her mind, while the pages of results printed with no real end in sight, the Chinese girl worried that she was beginning to lose her lust for science. While the streets got no darker the girl's urge to carry was getting weaker, her tired legs refused to carry her along the circuitous route towards her apartment. Soon enough she was pliable enough in her exhausted state to defy the staunch warnings of her father and mother. "Don't go down dark alleyways. Don't do it at night. And certainly don't do it when you're tired, cold hungry and if not a wee bit angry with your whole lot in life at this point in time". Well, perhaps they didn't say it exactly like that. But it had the same meaning.
As it was, the cold dark alleyways were sheltered from the biting wind and the worst of the lashing rain, and the Chinese girl felt a bit better about her decision. She scurried along the dark pathway, unaware of the being stalking her beating heart. It hurried after her, clinging to the brick walls like a spider, blank eyes wide with lustful hunger.
It dropped behind her on silent feet, fat drops of rain slithering through its immaterial form. Triple jointed fingers, abnormally long and broken beyond conventional use reached for her, clattering silently against the rush of sounds from the roads either end of the alleyway.
Then it had her. She had no time to cry out, no time to escape. Cold claws of darkness closed around her throat, her spine. And in one swift movement, it was removed from her back.
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Player: Thanatos
Name: Archard Daelan
Age (A 12 year old or similar will be instantly denied): 53
Race (Are you planning on being a Harbringer or Shade?): Shade
Powers (For Shades, what shadow powers do you have?): Beyond the common Shade abilities, Archard has the power to assume other peoples' form by wearing their skin. It takes at least 5 minutes for him to skin a subject, but once completed, he dons the skin like a body suit, becoming indistinguishable from the original person. This includes their voice if he takes the time to remove their vocal cords and their eyes to cover his own. He has become so skilled at this that he has begun to leave his victims alive: skinless, voiceless, and blind.
He can also use this power against animals, thus becoming a dog, or a cat, or even a Macaw. The size of the subject does not matter, since he fills the skin with his shadowy essence becoming larger or smaller as needed.
When wearing a skin, it contains all of his shadow, allowing him to appear normal.
Skills (What can your character do? Pick locks?): Archard is an educated man, a business executive. He knows how to manage people, how to organize, and how to execute a plan. He is at home with the social elite and hobnobs with those in power. He is a near Olympic class fencer, learning it in college and having kept at it all these many years.
Description (Describe how your character looks like. What are they wearing? LOTS OF DETAIL): A man of 53, Archard is still physically fit. He is shorter than most executives, being only 5'7", but he fills out his Armani suits like a dedicated athlete. He has broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and the legs of a rugby player.
His full head of grey hair, edging more towards white, is cut short and is naturally neat. It frames a triangular face with a fine brow, a Roman nose, thin lips, and a strong jaw. His slightly pointed ears lay flat against his head, which sits on a thickly corded neck. His eyes are storm cloud gray.
He typically wears tailored suits from the finest designers with smart business shirts and power ties. But when he goes hunting, he wears a black body-suit (think modern day ninja getup) with some built in ballistic panels (bullet-resistant to most handguns).
Inventory (What does your character have on him?): He always carries a heavy walking cane with him, with a handle of ebony carved into the shape of a claw holding a sphere. Inside the cane, made of the finest ultra-modern composite alloy, is a rapier blade, flexible and razor sharp. The power source for the blade, hidden inside the handle, caused the alloy to glow a faint purple, making it nearly unbreakable and maintaining its lazer-like edge.
When clothed he has his wallet which contains his credentials and several platinum cards. Money is never a problem, though he rarely carries cash.
Personality (How would your character normally react. No bi-polar characters): Archard is driven. Even before his change, he was amoral, ruthless, conniving, and constantly plotting. Now, he is literally blood-thirsty as well. But he is also fearful. He does not like to risk himself, not unless the gain far exceeds the danger.
He likes being in charge, being the boss, the director. He worked his whole career to get to the top of the corporate ladder, and now he has a new group to dominate. He wants to control the shades, to form them into a tool that he can use.
Biography (What is your character's past? Lots of details is good): Born into an upper class family, Archard had everything that he needed. The finest foods, the best doctors, the highest quality clothing and goods. He lacked for nothing.
His childhood was unremarkable. As he grew he had a few teenage incidents, but overall he did not act like a stereotypical "rich kid". Instead he focused on learning to control those around him. He prided himself on getting others to do as he wanted, without them being aware of his manipulation.
Once he entered the business world, he used all his skills, including illegal ones, to work his way to the top of a Fortune 500 company.
Now he is turning his eyes to a bigger prize...
Education (What form of education does this character have?): Archard had the finest Ivy league education, eventually earning a Masters in Business, and one in Finance. He has attended, then taught, many different leadership seminars. And he has a lifetime of practical, hands-on experience organizing and leading large organizations.
Strengths (What strengths does your character have?): Archard is a leader born. But not the good kind of leader. He uses fear, blackmail, and greed to force those around him to do as he wants.
Weaknesses (Stubbed toe is not a weakness): He is untrusting of others, especially those whom are Shades. He is also fearfully protective of his own existence, preferring to run away and fight another day. His skin-masks last for a long time, but even though he can physically become someone, he does not gain their knowledge or memories.
Fun Facts (Anything your character does. Do they smoke? Write that here): He despises the QWERTY keyboard. He changed all of the computers in his company to the "more efficient" Dvorak keyboard.
RP Example (RP your character's past. Any part.): Archard walked arm in arm with his lovely, young secretary. They slowly made their way through the dark park towards the East river, their shoes clicking on the sidewalk. The sounds of insects made almost enough noise to drown out the constant rumble of the city behind them, and the fresh springtime air hardly reeked of civilization. They could pretend that they were alone in this city of millions.
Archard admired Theresa in her cocktail dress that had the bare back and the tight bustier, giving her ample cleavage. He had yet to have sex with her, but he felt that tonight was the night. Especially after he had taken her to such a grand gala at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Of course the multiple glasses of champagne he had fed her, as well as the little something that he had added to the last glass, almost guaranteed the deed tonight. And if tomorrow she complained, the pictures he would later take should make her keep her silence.
She staggered a little, clutching harder to his arm. He smiled helpfully, secretly glad that she was starting to show signs of the drug. If truth be known, he was getting a little tired of being "mister gallant", and began anticipating the forthcoming party. Trying to steer her back to the car and driver, Archard rounded the corner between the trees and flowerbeds.
And stopped suddenly.
In the middle of the walkway was a person, though unlike any person that he had seen before. Really, there was little more than the of a shape of a person. It was so dark under the trees that Archard had a hard time really seeing any details at all. It seemed to be male, and was of medium height and build. But its arms seemed too long for the body, and it stood so still... unnaturally still.
Archard felt a coldness deep in his gut. Fear surged and self preservation forced him to shove Theresa at the suddenly moving figure. He turned and ran, only staggering for a moment as a cold slash struck him from his right shoulder down to his left buttock. Ignoring the white hot fire that seemed to follow, Archard sprinted back to his parked car, screaming for the driver to start the car. It wasn't until he was safely in the moving vehicle that he realized that his blood ran freely down his scored back.
15 minutes later he was at the private hospital.
1 hour after that he was having the wound sutured by the best plastic surgeon in town.
2 hours and 150 stitches later, Archard was in his private room, comfortably sedated on Demerol.
3 hours after the attack and he was too sleepy to talk to the police detectives who came to interview him, or to hear them tell him that Theresa was dead, that her heart had been ripped from her lovely bosom.
And just under 12 hours after his nightmare encounter with a shade, Archard Daelan was dead.
Anything I should add? (What would make this RP better?): Hmmm, Rainbows and unicorn? ;}
Player: CloudJhi
Name: Mark Ammon
Age: 16
Race: Shade
Powers: Create strings out of pure shadow from his fingertips. The strings can be wrapped into together to create a single, thick string. Cutting power relies heavily on speed.
Skills: Negotiating
Description: Mark is short, of medium build, dark brown hair and has soft facial features. Wears a white hoodie with an intricate cross-like pattern on the back, black and grey long-sleeves underneath, dark jeans, and black shoes with grey stripes.
Inventory: Wallet containing $150, School I.D., a few coins, a switch-blade, and a watch that is connected by chain to his pants.
Personality: Smart and arrogant, has a nonchalant attitude towards many things, very determined when it comes to things he truly wishes to accomplish.
Biography: Mark was always an above-average kind of boy. He grew up in a family capable to fend for itself, and mostly had it going easy. Growing up, he was forced to take lessons in Judo because he lacked exercise, but now is thankful for it, gaining the ability to stand up against others when the only logical course of action would be through violence. Because of this, he mostly grew up around female friends. His first love was Katherine, his childhood friend, but he never found the courage to tell her. She now lives in another country. :c
Education: Mark is a highschool graduate.
Strengths: Can easily deflect any Close quarter combat attack, whether be it sword, fist, knife, baton, etc.
Weaknesses: Is VERY uncomfortable in tight spaces, and fighting in a tight space can eventually lead to his downfall.
Fun Facts: His life was pretty much Average Joe’s life. That’s fun I guess?
RP Example: Another argument. It was getting tiring. Ever since Dad made that mistake, things haven’t been going swimmingly. Mark knew that one day, they would recover. But for now, he would just walk. Whenever he felt bad, he would either run until he drops, or take a walk in a nearby park. For tonight he chose the latter. Taking walks in the park always relaxed him. But tonight was different. The park felt…different. Something was running around here, frightening the animals. Suddenly, from behind him, an attack came. Twisting around in a flash, he deftly deflected the incoming attack. Two more attacks came suddenly, one was successfully deflected, the other, not so well. Sporting a shoulder wound, Mark winced in pain, suddenly registering who, no, what he was fighting against. It was a Shade. He’s heard rumors, and they weren’t good at all. “Should I run, or should I fight?” Mark pondered. “Fight it is then.” Mark assumed a defensive stance, and mockingly called out, “You want me that bad, then come and get me!” Right after he said the words ‘get me,’ he felt a sudden pain in his chest, a pitch-black arm sticking out of his chest with his heart in his hand. Tossed on the ground, defeated, Mark lay on the cobble, dying in a pool of his own blood. Or so he thought. Awakening with a start, Mark found himself very alive, with his clothes intact. Mark thought out loud, “It must have just been a bad dream.” Running homewards, he found that he was running at an incredible speed. Stopping midway, at the entrance of the park, he thought, “Well, I guess I’m one of them now.” Heading homewards again, Mark tried to formulate some plan about what to do with himself now.
Anything I should add? (What would make this RP better?):QWERTY DOES NOT APPLY.
Player: clant
Name: Kurt Puhnic (pu-nik)
Age (A 12 year old or similar will be instantly denied): 28
Race (Are you planning on being a Harbringer or Shade?):shade
Powers (For Shades, what shadow powers do you have?):invisibility, or ability to fade completely.
Skills (What can your character do? Pick locks?): Even as a shade Kurt is able to think with tact, though not emotional. Skilled at aiming guns and caring for them, even modifying them.
Description (Describe how your character looks like. What are they wearing? LOTS OF DETAIL):His clothes are torn and worn, faint blue jeans with a grey top. Changing clothes when his old ones become too ragged that they leave him exposed or inhibit him.
Inventory (What does your character have on him?): A handgun with semi-auto fire that can hold three bullets at once.
Personality (How would your character normally react. No bi-polar characters): Logically deduces emotions and reactions, mimicking those with emotions. Will specifically target bullet eaters because of his past with the rolling hearts. Tries to find other shades for safety in numbers.
Biography (What is your character's past? Lots of details is good): Was a Member of the rolling hearts who dedicated most of his time to fighting in order to protect others, sometimes getting in fire fights with the bullet eaters, but mostly trying to eliminate shades, then one day his friend and back up got jumped by a mob of shades while watching Kurt's back and couldn't warn him in time of the danger behind him. Kurt QWERTYbecame another un-married gang member who had thrown his life away being over eager to get in a fight.
Education (What form of education does this character have?): Plans for college were cancelled when the shade outbreak began and his family moved to another city in a panic to escape, when it seemed the outbreak might be contained within the city they were in, people became lax, and of course the outbreak started again. Soon bullet eaters began moving into the town and Kurt's parents were injured in the raid. They were both incarcerated into a hospital and were left behind in the evacuation, later he learned the hospital hadn't been endangered in the outbreak, but Kurt never had the time or money to contact them.
Strengths (What strengths does your character have?): Good aim, and above shade average agility.
Weaknesses (Stubbed toe is not a weakness):When invisible, Kurt is still there, but you only can't see him. Even when not trying to be invisible, he may flicker or looked washed out.
Fun Facts (Anything your character does. Do they smoke? Write that here): Targets Bullet eaters, sometimes he will even try to dress as a human, masking his shade characteristics with somewhat strange fashion choices, such as a medical mask, and use the excuse that he is trying to minimize his chances of being infected.
RP Example (RP your character's past. Any part.): Kurt tried to cock his gun as quietly as possible, and took aim at the human's head, because it would be a waste to injure that delicious heart. With any luck, Nobody would hear the shot, and he could eat it fresh without being harried by a concerned and well armed friend.
Anything I should add? (What would make this RP better?): well, description of shades could be improved, I'm sort of Assuming they act like zombies.
Player: Proporo
Name: Christopher / Chaos eater (usually called Eater)
Age : 28
Race : Shade
Powers : In addition to having the so called normal Shade abilities, Chaos eater has even more physical strength than that of a normal Shade. His wounds heal fast, and the power that gave him his name, includes eating a human whole (no harbringers for balancing though :tongue.gif: ) and absorbing his/her vitality to extremely rapidly heal his wounds.
Skills : Chaos eater can identify his food from somewhat long distances, by vibrations on the ground. His ability allows him to eat a human whole, but this leads to even more hunger on his part, forcing him to eat nearly constantly. He also has this strange skill, where he can walk unnaturally, using both his hands and legs. This allows him to even climb buildings, when combined to his very powerful grip.
Description : Chaos eater is, as shades always are, completely black. He is nearly completely covered by a dark mist, covering his body, with the exception of his face. His facial structure is very thin, despite the large amount of energy that he must consume daily. His teeth are sharp as needles, and his long, messy hair reaches all the way to his shoulders, where the mist begins. When using his hands, the mist partially subsides, revealing black hands, with pointy nails.
Inventory : None, he doesn't think further ahead than his next meal, so he has no need for anything.
Personality : Cold and cruel, the perfect impersonation of gluttony, that eats and eats, and does whatever it can to eat further. When very hungry the Chaos-part of his name gets its meaning, for he will even attempt to eat cars or buildings to satiate his hunger. After eating, he regains a bit of his old personality, allowing for a somewhat "civilized" conversation.
Biography : Never did Christopher guess what he would become when the plague hit NY. He lived a comfortable life along with his very first love, Chloe. However, the good things will not last, and Christopher noticed that no sooner than when he noticed he was eating Chloes face. Then he lost all reason, submitting to the hunger.
Education : Medical degree, not that it really matters in his current state.
Strengths : Mainly incredible strength, as well as unstoppable determination.
Weaknesses : Hunger really messes him up.. Really badly.
Fun Facts : If you keep feeding him, he can be "tamed" :biggrin.gif: His breath tastes bad (figures).
RP Example : Hunger, like never before. No matter how much he ate, the hunger came back. Every day, every night, Chaos eater could not rest, for if he did, the hunger began to hurt. And the pain was what he feared, it served, after all, as a reminder of him eating the face of his beloved.. Whatever her name was. The memories were fading, the awful feeling of hunger seemed to take their place. One after another, not a single happy memory could overcome the feeling of hunger..
The lonely thoughts of Chaos eater were interrupted when he saw a harbringer in the streets in the middle of a night. He thought: "Harbringer, in the middle of the street.. A dead man too..
FOOD"
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NPC Shades
Creator: CraftingCobra
Name : Krazy Kidd
Age : 16 Years Old
Race: A Shade… By eating another. (version 1.0)
Powers: The ability to alter his body to fit a situation, (Make his hands into claws) and the ability to consume people and earn their memories. His powers are extremely strong, but he has almost no control over them. If you know the game [Prototype] it's a lot like that.
Skills: Kidd was always extremely strong, and could fight of fifty men by himself. Also, he is extremely feared my many people.
Description: Kidd wears a black leather jacket, and a white T-shirt underneath that's splattered in blood. He wears ragged jeans covered in mud, sweat, and tears. He has no shoes or any other jewelry of any kind. As a shade he wears the same clothes, but covered in a thin layer of shadow.
Inventory: A bottle of salt and pepper.
Personality: Kidd is known to be insane, and only thinks about eating other people. He does not think with his brain, but only with his stomach. He is not extremely intelligent. Do not try to talk to him, do not try to befriend him, he will only try and kill you no matter what you say.
Biography (What is your character's past? Lots of details is good): Kidd was always on the streets as a child. He lived by drinking puddles of water, and eating scraps. Growing up, Kidd always resented the people that walked past him, and ignored his whimpers and cries. Then, one day, a Bullet Eater began beating him when he was about 12 years old. That's when he snapped. Beating the Bullet Eater down, he knocked him out and ate his flesh, enticed by its flavor. From then on, Kidd only ate the flesh of other humans, and only drank their blood. He was dubbed a dangerous serial killer, and was given the name Krazy Kidd by the police. For 4 years Kidd gained a reputation among the citizens, police, Rolling Hearts, and Bullet Eaters. Everyone was afraid of him and his insane tactics. He was friends with no one.
Education: No education. The only words he knows are from learning them from listening to other people.
Strengths: Pure power and aggression. His muscles alone are the greatest weapon that Kidd could have.
Weaknesses: Kidd is not very smart, and will charge into a useless battle if it mean for a good meal.
Fun Facts: Kidd's favorite part of a human is their heart and stomach.
RP Example: Too lazy. All you need to know is that Kidd is a crazy mother-****er
Anything I should add?: Moar QWERTY-ness.
ZEKE
Zeke turned away from Cale, Yetto, and Derek to focus on the approaching Halt. The older man, with his salt & pepper beard, brown jacket and jeans had the look of an old gang 'soldier' or a cop, an almost palpable presence that demanded attention. Though the way he kept looking at his left hand in a surprised manner was nearly comical.
Of course, the fact that his right hand was staying very near the handle of a large pistol that rested on his hip tended to mitigate the humor of the situation.
The 23 year old scratched at a thin, white scar on his left cheek. His brown eyes glowed softly as he looked at and into Halt. Zeke saw the fire that burned within, both literally and figuratively, and noted the focus that Halt had which fueled his inherant accuracy. He also suspected that the older man had many years of experience in street-level combat and hopefully could use that to the advantage of those who worked with him.
Halt would be a good, and necessary, addition to those whom Zeke was acquirering.
Smiling cryptically, the raven haired, thin, young man answered, "Yes. There are many things that you should know. Unfortunately, not all the answers are available at this time. For now, it should be enough to know that we are like you. We have all been sick, and gotten better, and then found that we have become something more than normal people."
Looking at Cale, Derek, and Yetto, Zeke included them in his conversation. "Most of you seem to know about the evils that man causes to his fellow man. Now, something even more sinister has arrived in the city. It is yet limited in its numbers, but it will grow and consume first this city, then maybe the world. Unless it is stopped here, and now."
"I have a power. A power to see and understand. I can use it to help all of you develop your own gifts to their fullest. But only if you agree to help me. We must fight this new plague now, or we are all doomed."
Seriously looking at the men, Zeke emphasised, "I am talking 'doomed' in the biblical sense. The End-of-Days. The extinction of man. I can see it as plainly as I can see your doubts about me. Some of you have met one or two of the Shades. You have certainly read about them in the paper. Believe me, the journalist do not know the full story, nor the full evil of these creatures. I do. And soon you will too, even if you decide not to join my... crusade."
Giving each of the men a grim smile, Zeke used his sincerity to convey the truth. "These Shades, these dead people turned into beasts, they 'live' to kill. And those they like to kill even more than the innocent out there, are people like me."
"And people like you."
Malikai stepped onto the roof of the fire escape building, grinning. He was about to enjoy his favorite part of his daily run: rooftop-to-rooftop leaps. It was only then that he realized that it was closer to dusk than afternoon. It wasn't as safe to run around Manhattan at night, especially now that the Shades were around. Malikai scoffed. It was all probably hyped-up media, anyway. Can't trust the news for ****, nowadays. Shrugging, Malikai just kept running and jumping, rolling and diving his way over many obstacles, like air-conditioning units and five-story gaps in between buildings.
Malikai soon ended up at a corner building at an intersection, his route cut off by the streets. He took a moment to breathe, his heart pumping furiously. Malikai just grinned, even though he had a stitch in his side. He felt no pain when he ran. Tunnel vision made sure of that. It was this that was ultimately the end of Malikai, the human. A Shade was watching him, hearing his heart beat furiously drove the Shade into a murder spree. It snuck up behind the Bullet Eater, and before Malikai could blink, it drove it's black hand through his chest, grasping his heart. Malikai gasped in pain, then freaked. Quicker than even the Shade could follow, Malikai drew the Glock that was stuffed in his waistband, and fired three rounds behind him, into the form of the Shade, all three driving home. As the Shade retreated, Malikai sank to his knees as he watched the black essence pour from the gaping wound in his chest. His eyes seemed to glow with apprehension, as if waiting what possibilities being a Shade could hold for him. His last words as a human were:
"Well, this should be fun."
A few hours later, a new Malikai rose from the blood pool on that roof. Now, "You Only Live Once" didn't seem too appropriate. "Reprogrammed to Hate" seems more fitting.
Archard
Wearing John Adams, Archard had no problem making it to his condo. Getting in his door had been a bit more complicated. Without his key, the shade had resorted to punching the lock out of the door. Now he was rapidly rifling through his stuff, trying to figure what were the most important items to take.
The world knew that Archard Daelan was dead, so he couldn't stay in his apartment. Nor could he use his bank accounts or credit cards. He couldn't return to his fortune 500 company, couldn't attend any board meetings, or after dinner drinks in the country club. Hell, he couldn't even order up the high-priced escort girl that he enjoyed weekly.
So for now, he needed basics. While he could wear other people's skin, his own skin was midnight black and even though he had not seemed to notice the temperature or environments that he had traveled through, he did not want to run around New York City naked. It was more of an power issue. Naked people did not exude as much power as did those properly dressed.
Still, a three-piece business suit did not seem appropriate clothing for the moment. He dug through his closets, looking for something, anything that would work for his new situation. Some jogging shoes, a pair of hiking boots, some heavy denim jeans, a work shirt he had bought for a charity Habitat-for-Humanity build that he had attended. Strictly as a photo-op, of course.
All this he through into a leather gym bag. Then he found the ninja costume that he had gotten for a Halloween party. It was a true uniform, made of heavy cotton/carbon fiber blend, very expensive, and was appropriately midnight black. He had even carried the ninja short sword and throwing stars, but the electro-blade he now carried was much more deadly than any strictly steel weapon.
The memory of the party had been fun. It now belong to a dead man.
Stuffing the black suit into the bag, Archard went to the back wall of the closet. Sliding a false panel out of the way, he entered the security code into the wall safe. Opening the heavy door, he stuffed the thousand or so dollars that he kept as an emergency petty cash fund, into John Adams' suit pocket. Next he dug out several computer flash drives, casually juggling them as he smiled.
These were the secret to his past success. And they would be the key to his future success as well.
Slinging the gym bag over his shoulder, Archard casually walked out of his condo and into the night time crowds of NYC. He had to find a place to stay. Then he had to prepare for his return to the company that he had dominated for close to 10 years.
It could take months. But once things settled down, he would be back.
Power was what mattered. Professional, political, personal. All of it would be his.
Derek's usually calm face collapsed. He couldn't handle this at all, and he wanted out. "Seriously? **** it, i'm out. You guys canrisk your lives but count me out." Derek said, walking towards the exit. He knew he'd be fine. Right?
Wrong. He was found several months later, beaten to a bloody pulp, in front of one of his many pieces of art. The words "ROLLING HEART SCUM" Were scrawled all over his corpse.
The thin young man removed his chipped glasses and ran a hand tiredly through his close cut black hair. He did not try to stop Derek as the street artist walked out of the warehouse. He wasn't here to force anyone, but to get them to understand what was coming. If they decided that they could ignore the issue or that they could survive it by themselves, then Zeke silently prayed that they could.
Putting his glasses back on, he turned his attention to the three remaining men, even as the warehouse door closed with a prophetic finality behind him. Halt, his strong jaw clenched and his steely gray eyes trying to bore holes through Zeke, Cale, blonde spikey hair above the striking blue eyes, and the tall thin Yetto, towering above them all. They still had a decision to make.
One that could determine the fate of themselves, the City, and perhaps even the World.
"Well, gentlemen? What will it be?"
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**Months later**
Zeke slowly sat up and adjusted the pillow behing his back. It hurt to move, even with his ribs bandaged tightly. Still, he was alive as every ache and pain in his battered body informed him.
Taking the newspaper from the breakfast tray on the old wooden table beside the bed, he carefully ate while he read through each section. It wasn't until he reached the crime column of the Local News section that he saw the story about the young street artist who was found dead in an ally, underneath one of his own creations. There was no name, and very little details other than the murder was being blamed on the Bullet Eaters.
But Zeke knew and felt his already low spirits sag even further. Another one gone. There were so few left and none of them had escaped the conflict untouched.
And now,one that had been in the first wave of the Harbringer arrival had died.
Breakfast no longer interersted Zeke. He painfully laid down and soon drifted into a troubled sleep, hoping for a few hours of forgetfulness.
And only got the nightmare that their lives had become.
Halt saw the young man walk off, apparently he wasn't going to risk his own life and neither should he, but something nagged at him. Some inner feeling he always got at tough decisions like these, it was that damned conscious he had when he joined the police force, after leaving the bullet eaters. He cast a critical eye at the dark haired young man standing before him, and made his decision, "Aye, count me in." Immediately after saying it he knew that the years; if he would even live that long, wouldn't be easy. Then again, that's what he had thought when he had left the bullet eaters.
The day after Kyle had turned into a Shade, he spent the better of his time practicing his powers. Now assuming the form of a crow, he flew over the city. While daylight weakened him to the point where he was just about as powerful as a normal human, that didn't restrict his transformation powers. Kyle thought, "Hmpf, if only being a Shade didn't make me so hungry, I would rather be using my powers to pick some pockets. The sunlight may be a nuisance, but as long as I play it safe and run into a Harbringer, I will be fine." Dusk was approaching, and Kyle already found his first target. Diving down from the air, turning into a wolf mid-air and landing on the man's back, Kyle made quick work of him. Tossing the body into a garbage can, he complained, "Ugh, how many more before I satisfy this hunger? It's getting annoying."
Sometimes I wonder if it's all too easy.
Lying, cheating, stealing your way to victory.
Though just how far would you fall for a dream?
With another, equally annoyed groan, the man sat up from his bed, and headed to the medicine cabinet. There were several things to cure a headache. But the easiest lay in a simple pill, covered in tinfoil and surrounded by other tiny pills: Painkillers. He was only to take them when his eye and scars began to hurt, but the little miracle would work just as well for a headache.
It should've worked, that is. The pain persisted, leaving Ins to begrudgingly deal with it. He soon stripped and showered, embracing the brilliant heat as it flowed over him, washing away the sweat and grime from the night. Or day.
Not entirely sure what, Ins pulled open his blinds. Only to discover his brilliant apartment view of another brick wall. He ripped the other window open, and was flooded with the heat of another morning.
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Sometimes I wonder if it's all too easy.
Lying, cheating, stealing your way to victory.
Though just how far would you fall for a dream?
Archard found his new home. At least the one he would be staying in for now. It was a real **** hole, the absolute worse place that he had ever stayed. Ever. But the clerk had asked no questions of Mr John Adams, Esq., had accepted the cash offered and in return had not asked for ID, or a signature, or anything. All without batting an eye. So it had become 'home, sweet, home".
Though 'sweat' was a more truthful statement concerning the odors that permeated the building. Along with 'smoke', 'blood', 'vomit', and several other body fluid smells. Archard could detect them all, as well as hear the pitter-patter of each and every heart in the rooms around him. The smells did not cause him any undo distress, though his brain told him that he should have a negative reaction to them. But the beating hearts... oh did they call out to him!
But he would not allow himself to feed this close to his refuge. He would change and go hunting, but it would be a distance from this place. Archard was not going to allow himself to be found out that easily.
Stripping off his clothes and the John Adams skin, the shade marveled at his work. The skin still felt like normal skin, but now it was empty, like a balloon with no air. It didn't smell rancid or putrid, so it had not begun to decompose. That was a question that needed to be answered. How long could he keep a skin after he had stripped it? The answer would be important to his future plans. For that reason, he carefully folded the suit and placed it at the bottom of the gym bag, underneath all the other clothing.
Now naked as the day he was born (both times!), Archard examined himself in the mirror of the motel bathroom. Everything was black, blacker than any race of man had ever naturally been. Except for his eyes. They were the glazed milky white eyeballs of a dead animal. The haze that covered them completely obscured the iris and the pupils, turning the entire eye into a white globe. Yet he could still see. In fact, he could see better than he had ever seen before.
Almost as freaky were that his teeth, with years of professional whitening behind them, had turned the same inky black as the rest of his body. This caused his mouth to seem like a bottomless pit in the middle of his face, one that demanded human hearts.
Trying to ignore the hunger that penetrated his thoughts, Archard continued to take stock of his transformation. He seemed to have lost all body fat, even the small 'spare tire' that he had been battling for nearly a decade. Now all he saw was smooth ebony skin stretched tauntly over tight muscle groups. His chest, abdomen, arms and legs were everything that so many living people tried to achieve. And all he had had to do was die.
"Perhap there is an advertising campaign here? Loose all the weight you want in 12 hours. Just follow this one easy step. Let some monster rip your heart out!" An emotionless laugh followed the infomercial style voiceover. Here was another mystery. He understood humor, intellectually, and even knew when something was supposed to be funny and deserved a laugh. Be he didn't actually feel it, anymore. At least not yet.
His last inspection, and if the truth be known, his first, was his male package. It was all in place, and with the loss of body fat in the pubic mound he clinically noted that it seemed longer than when he had been living. Though would it still work, his mind asked? Did he even care if it did? Disturbingly, at least to his memories of how a male should react, it did not seem that he did care.
Perhaps an experiment was in order, his primal brain suggested. He logically thought about it for a second, but then the beating of the surrounding hearts intruded on his consciousness. The hunger for hearts was stronger than a desire to procreate in this dead man!
Leaving the bathroom he returned to the full sized bed with its dirty sheets and nauseating bedspread. Archard pulled out the ninja costume that he had brought and quickly dressed. The armored vest went on underneath the shirt, and a sash/belt tied it all together. The sash would also allow him to carry the sword cane and free up his hands. The shade momentarily contemplated shoes, but in the end he decided that his current body could withstand the rigors of going barefoot.He also left off the hood, assuming his darkened hair and features would achieve the same effect.
A look in the mirror brought another logically induced chuckle. Oh how the City would love this! The tabloids were soon to be running stories with headlines like "Extra! Extra! Ninjas seen in Manhatten!". But the get-up was nearly as dark as he was and would blend into the shadows, making him virtually invisible. That was more important than a public image.
At least until he caught up with the person whose name was on the by-line.
Stepping up to the window, Archard found a fire escape on the neighboring building that was deeply hidden in shadows. After focusing on it, the shade stepped into a dark corner of his room and emerged on the rusting platform. A quick scamper to the roof, and Archard took off at a dead run across the tar covered surface.
He picked a direction at random and began jumping and shadow stepping as needed, the dead man left his home and went in search for food. He kept a tight reign on the hunger at least until he was well away from his lair.
Then it was feeding time for the ninja!
This shadow of a young woman danced eerily between the lines and coutures of the street, stepping in and out of the shadows at a size no man would bother to notice. She wasn't hunting. Oh no. She was emulating, pretending, or, trying in vain to achieve that which she inherently knew she would never feel again.
Feeling. To experience emotions. Xuan knew she couldn't. All she knew was hunger, ever-present and unforgiving, (though sated for the moment it still ached deep in the very fibre of her being). And those memories, half-gone now and barely important in her newly engineered mind. Those memories that gave her a small hope of perhaps retaining some small sliver of humanity. The very essence of human life that she so greedily sucked from the still twitching hearts of her prey.
She had been at it for hours now. This game of leaping from shadow to shadow, crack to crack, and heel-toe to heel-toe. It was exhilarating in a way she could not describe. A way that was beyond the scope of her foggy memories. it wasn't an emotion she could, nor one she could even be sure in saying was an emotion. it was something less, something more primal and instinctual.
She felt alive for the the second time since dying. It was beautiful, and only for a moment.
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{In warehouse on the docks, with Cale, Yetto, and Halt}
Turning his brown eyes to each of the three remaining, the young Harbringer gave an expansive wave of his arm, indicating the warehouse as a whole.
"I won't turn you loose on the shades without help. My ability is knowledge, to see and understand. I knew this was coming from right from the moment I woke up. I so I took steps that I knew would help."
Walking the length of the warehouse, the tall, skinny man pointed out the various features of the location he had prepared.
"You can see the guns and weapons. This location on the docks is isolated and yet in the middle of one of the busiest districts in the city. There is always industrial noises going on up and down this whole area. Gunshots will be muffled by the building, and what does get out will be written off as construction of some kind. Flashes of light should be fairly well contained, but any that does leak out will also give the impression of construction or welding. So we are hidden in plain sight."
Pointing to the back of the warehouse, Zeke went on. "In the back area, where the offices used to be, we have a bunk room, and some basic medical supplies. I am working on getting more, because, unfortunately, we are going to need them. There is also a kitchen area that used to be the workers lounge and various plumbing facilities. The nice thing about this building is that it also has a backup generator, so electricity is not an issue. And it has a security alarm, so we have some advanced warning if someone tries to enter."
Indicating various locations around the building, he went on. "We have access to the river, the sewer system, and of course the front door and the city streets. The steps over there go up to the catwalks and have access to the roof."
"This is a start. Other sites are being developed as safe houses and operational launch points." Turning to look at the men, he pleaded. "I can set up the infrastructure. But I need help on the front lines. Halt, thank you, sincerely. I have great need of your experience... almost more than your other abilities."
"Cale. Yetto. As I have said. It's coming. Nothing we do will stop the beginning of this. But we will need everyone, eventually, to hope to stop the end of it. Those that think they can walk out of here... I pray that he makes it but the likelihood of that is infinitesimally small. It is still your choice. But understand that."