Modern times... everything's normal, right? Nothing like magic, or dragons exist, and that guy over there drinking huge jugs of hot sauce... is just some weird guy right?
WRONG! As you've been taught (or will be, soon), not everything in this world is as it seems... there are creatures among us, not the least of which are dragons. There are also those who protect these creatures from harm...most of whom can use a certain energy, aptly dubbed 'magic'... now, what are these people protecting the likes of dragons, golems, phoenixes, and other things from? Another group of people who are dedicated to hunting down, and destroying all things they deem as 'unnatural', these people tend to think of magic as a 'demon's curse on Earth', however, are capable of using it, themselves.
Oddly enough, guns don't seem to work all too well against magic-users, so both groups continue to use swords, axes, and the like (yes, including bows, and crossbows)... so, where do you stand on all of this?
Rules:
1. No breaking the fourth wall, 'k?
2. No godmodding, metagaming, powergaming, ect.
3. BE original in your apps. (I'm going to be Cloud from FF7, okay? NO!)
5. delete the (( )) in your app, as well as the info inside of it.
6. do NOT be over-powered in your app (But, I want to start out with the most amazing sword in the world! NO!)
7. put the missing number somewhere in your app.
8. If you're going to RP as basically a 'human with special abilities'... just make a human app.
App:
Name: ((First name, and last.))
Age: ((Don't be too young, and don't be too old.))
Species: ((pretty obvious here, what are you?))
Species description: ((What are the rest of your kind like, and what do they look like? disregard if human, or an already establihed species))
Species Skills/magic: ((What is your species GENERALLY gifted at doing? disregard if human, or an already establihed species))
Magic: ((What kind of magic can you use, if any?))
Skills: ((What kind of non-magical skills can you use, if any?))
Appearance: ((What do you look like?))
Bio: ((Has to be at least one good paragraph.))
Alignment: ((are you with the Mystic Protection Agency, or are you a Hunter? disregard if mythical creature.))
Other: ((Anything else you want to tell me?))
Currently Accepted:
Mystic Protection Agents
Emile ((Rp'd by Videomixer))
Name: Emile Powers
Age: 17
Species: Human('Cause I lack inspiration for anything original)
Species description: --
Species Skills/magic: --
Magic: None... That he knows of...(Maybe later in the RP... Drawing a blank right now...))
Skills: Somewhat skilled at swordplay; Though he prefers to shoot his bow and arrow. He may not be athletic, but he is a pretty fast climber. He has basic survival skills.
Appearance: He is a fairly tan, hispanic male. He stands at about 5' 4". Emile usually wears a thin blue jacket over a black T-shirt, black pants with a thin white stripe on the outside, dark grey sneakers, and a black cap to hide his unkept black hair(Lots of black, lol). He has extremely dark brown eyes.
Bio: Emile lived a pretty average life. He got mostly A's and B's in school. He did not get bullied too much and his parents were not nosy. Though he was occasionally called names, he did not get into physical fights-a lot.
When Emile was in eighth grade, life got a bit more interesting. On his way home from school one day, he came across a boy being bullied. Instinctively, he tackled the bully from behind. After a small fight, lets just say that boy never messed with either of them again. Emile learned the bully's victim's name was Jordan. Though it started off as simply sitting somewhat nearby at lunch, their relation ship developed into a close friendship. They walked to the bus every day and would visit each other most days of the week.
After several years of their friendship, Jordan suddenly stopped showing up to school. Everyone gets sick once in a while the first day. Second day, maybe it is a bit worse. Week, maybe it is a bad illness. A month, something is wrong. No one ever answered the phone anymore; Not even Jordan's parents. Eventually, Emile decided to go see what was up at their house. He picked the lock near midnight and was horrified at what he saw. He saw loads of things tipped over and some of the photos cracked; the most disturbing thing was bits of flesh around and the dried blood. He was almost sick to his stomache, but he kept going deeper in the house. He went to the area in the house only Jordan and him knew about. In the small room, he found a note with a few drops of blood on it. The quickly written and barely legible note read: "If you are reading this, Emile, then I am probably either dead or no longer in the area. Listen, this world is not what it seems! I am not a normal boy as you and I always thought...dragons are what my parents and I am! I know I am thought not to exist, but it is true. Now that you have read this, I need a favor. You are not supposed to know about this, so keep it secret! When you graduate school, look for this organization called the "Mystic Prot-" The letter ends with the last letter ending with a scribble as if his hand fell, along with quite a bit more blood.
He cried for a bit after reading the letter. He fled the house crushed and got a scolding from his mother for being out so late. He now raoms looking for for this "Mystic Prot" to find out what happened to his friend and possibly avenge his death.
Alignment: (Will be) Mystic Protection Agency
Agustus ((Rp'd by Cnsoup))
Name: Augustus Young
Age: 18
Species: Human (Homo Sapiens, Man, Not-Beast, etc.)
Magic: Augustus is skilled with using heat, of varying forms. Usually, this means manipulating air currents, or controlling flames, although he can summon fire to a certain degree. He also has a small amount of practice with other forms of magic.
Skills: Augustus uses a sword, because swords are cool. He has shot a bow before, but thinks that bows are lame. Augustus can set up a camp like nobody's business (awkwardly phrased similes FTW!). He can also fight very well with a sword, just to clarify. So, yeah...
Appearance: I look like a human. But to clarify, I look like an extraordinarily stunning human, with curly brown hair, dark blue eyes, and other normal facial features. Also, I am tall, about 6'1", and muscular. I wear a plain green tee-shirt most of the time, and blue jeans, as well as only slightly dirty Converses. I suppose I also have a backpack, with simple survival items (flashlight, canteen, jacket, granola bars, Mt. Dew, etc.) as well as a sword (not sure how I walk around with a sword, perhaps it's invisible to normal people, or concealed in some way? Maybe it functions like a TARDIS, with a chameleon circuit, but without space and time travel features?) (Side note: I=Augustus Young, in this part of the application.)
Bio: Augustus lived a pretty mundane life for the first 17 years of his life. Of course, he attempted to make everyday an adventure, y'know, add some excitement to his extraordinarily ordinary life. This led to an enormous imagination on his part, which helped him greatly in his 18th year of living. It started like any other day, cliched and The best part of Augustus' life was his two friends: Henry and Rose. They had grown up together, and were very similar in many ways. They all liked to adventure through the 'woods' behind their suburban homes. They all liked to create fantastic stories. In fact, they would often have a competition, as they camped out in the aforementioned woods, to see who could tell the best stories. Henry or Rose nearly always won, telling amazing and fantastic stories about dragons and Hurons (whatever those were) and other amazingly fantastic creatures of myth and legend!
Anyways, to continue with the story, Augustus, Henry, and Rose went through school together. They were academically brilliant, but Augustus rarely applied himself, Henry never turned assignments in, and Rose was too timid to excel like other outstanding, but considerably less brilliant, students. So they stayed together, enjoying each other's company, for twelve years. Then, just before graduation, Henry disappeared for several weeks. Neither Rose nor Augustus knew where he had gone, and his parents had refused to talk to most people for several years. So Rose and Augustus worried, and Henry remained gone. They graduated, although Henry wasn't mentioned once during the ceremony. Five weeks later, just after Rose's 18th birthday, Henry showed up at Augustus' house, telling him that he needed to pack the old camping kit, there was no time to explain, just come with him quickly. They went to Rose's house, and she was already packed and ready to go. As they drove down the interstate, Henry explained, mainly to Augustus, that the dragons and creatures Rose and Henry had always spoken of really did exist, and that Henry and Rose were both dragons! Rose simply nodded and told Augustus to stop interupting. So Augustus was told all about this secret mythical world, and that Henry and Rose were in danger, but if Augustus wanted to see them again, he should join the MPA, and Augustus sat in the back seat, very confused and incredulous. Until Rose showed him a small amount of magic.
They dropped Augustus off on a random street, told him to find them soon (without telling where they were going), said their goodbyes, and left. And Augustus looked around, rather startled, rather upset, and vaguely confused. Which is where the RP will pick up, of course!
Alignment: Mystic Protection Agency
Hunters
Donovan ((Rp'd by Robbhus))
Name: Donovan Kinilan (More known as Kir'Gan [Demon-slayer, read the bio.] )
Age: 27
Species: Human
Species description: N/A
Species Skills/magic: N/A
Magic: Some demon/dark magic. He hardly ever use it though.
Skills: he's strong and fast.
Appearance: This maybe?
Bio: (This is probably worse than the bio I created on Lana...) Donovan had his first encounter with a demon when he was 17. Of some unknown reson he could see them. It was a scary feeling, and he got paranoid. He quited all studies and moved out of the city he lived on to live in the middle of nowhere. One day he saw someone getting attacked by amn demon near where he lived. It was a old man. All on instinct he rushed forward and attacked the demon. It ended up with him winning (Suprisingly enough) He took the demons sword (The one on the picture) and helped the attacked person. It was acctuialy a retired hunter. The former hunter gave him a new name becasuse of his deed. Kir'Gan. The demon slayer. He teached Donovan some magic before he left this world. After that, Donovan started his quest to wipe this world clean of all un-natural things. He mainly focus on demons though, but he's a feared hunter among all races.
Alignment: Hunter (You guys seriously need more hunters... Im the first one -.- )
Other: I'm angry more than 4 times a day.
William ((Rp'd by Maximus))
Name: William Redge
Age: 18
Species: Human
Magic: Lightning
Skills: Archery. He is also good with daggers. Fast and agile.
Appearance: Long brown hair, light blue eyes, 5'5", medium build. He usually wears a dark blue shirt, dark blue jacket, black pants, dark blue sneakers and dark blue shades 'cause they look cool.
Bio: William lived an average life before he discovered the secret world of mystical stuff. He did quite well in school. Mostly A's. He didn't have many friends. He was thought as a creepy dude by most of his fellow classmates. He was in ninth grade when he found out about the secret world of beasts. He met some dude when they were walking home from school. He was new to this neighborhood. He and William became friends quickly. They both liked each others humor. One day he didn't go to school. William thought nothing of it. After a week of absence his friend came back to school. He was different though, strange. He acted a bit weirdly. When William asked him what was wrong he said nothing at first, but after some prying he finally cracked. He told William that he was part of a secret organization created for the purpose of finding and destroying mythological creatures. William, of course, did not believe his friend. Until he proved it. By showing him a dead dragon. At first Will was like "what?" Then his friend told him this story about how these unnatural beasts were roaming the earth and how he was chosen to hunt them. William, thinking his life was boring, wanted to join. So he did. William excelled past his friend. His friend wasn't very smart. William has to save him a lot. William had practiced archery since he was 11 so he uses a bow for combat.
Alignment: Hunter
Mystical Creatures
Robert Morris ((Rp'd by me))
Name: Robert Morris
Age: 22
Species: Dragon
Species description: Dragons are large, reptilian creatures who possess wings. Their scale colors can vary wildly from father to son, and even from twin to twin. They have human, or above human intellegence, and usually have huge claws on any and all of their non-wing limbs. Their scutes tend to be a different color than their normal scale color, and their eyes have slitted pupils...oddly enough, they can actually see very well, and even in color. They can be anywhere from 5'-10' tall, and are...oddly lighter than humans, on average. They sometimes have spikes running down their spine, and can be either bipedal, or quadrapedal.
Species Skills/magic: Dragons are always capable of flight (unless they get too fat), and can usually breathe fire, or... something else. They are oddly adept at using illusion magic, and their eyes can see right through any illusions anyone else would make... however, their bones are hollow, and they depend on not getting hit with any kind of blunt weapon... such as a hammer. Any other abilities they may have are from the individual, not the species, itself.
Magic: Robert is, or will be, gifted at using lightning-based magic, he can also heal, somewhat, and use magic to aid others... by adding to their offensive prowess, speed, or defensive capabilities.
Skills: Robert can (or will be able to) combine any of his spells with his claws, he is also very fast (or will be), however, he is clumsy at using weapons, and will end up using only his claws in combat.
Appearance: As a human, Robert is...well, somewhat chubby. He has brown hair, and oddly enough, his brown eyes have orange spots on them... he stands at a somewhat short 5'8". As a dragon, he is... hilariously not an inch taller than he was, however, he obviously lacks hair and other such things. His scales are blue, with his scutes, wing membrane, and spikes being a sky blue. He has white scales in a lightning pattern down both of the sides of his body, starting from the back of his orange eyes. His claws are pitch balck, and it's farily obvious that he is NOT meant to take a hit.
Bio: Robert always liked dragons, almost to the point of an obsession. He would always daydream of being one, though, unlike most who daydreamed, this seemed to not effect his grades in school. For a while, he thought he was just an average kid, this changed, however, when the school bullies approached him when he was in the second grade. They asked him for his Gameboy Color, and the four games he brought with him to school, when he refused, the three bullies tried to beat him up, however, little did either party know... things just weren't going to go down as they normally would. Once the first one approached, Robert punched the kid, and sent him back ten feet. Obviously, that kid was done fighting, that's when the other two tried rushing him at the same time... Robert then picked one of them up, the smaller one, and swung him into the bigger one, knocking both of the kids out. He then seemed to snap out of some sort of trance, and looked at the three, scared... In the fourth grade, he was playing outside in the rain (not the smartest thing to do), and actually ended up getting struck by lightning... however, he wasn't even so much as damaged. To this day, Robert tries to make sense of all of this... of course, he doesn't know the truth... YET. He is currently in Lucky city (old Rp reference, and the starting city), on the bus, trying to put the pieces together.
Alignment: N/A
Ona ((Rp'd by Spyro))
Name: Ona T'kel Deathscale
Age: Born in the Plain of Burning Ice in the Era of the Monstrosities, Year 33961: 6,839 years old.
Species: Huron
Species description: The Hurons. In a rare case that a Black Dragon of soul can take away the very being of a Red Dragon of the Mind, that Dragon turns into a Human, actually no, a Huron. A human that, every so often, may transform into his original Dragon Form, it is not as strong as it naturally used to be.. but it still flies!
Species Skills/magic: All Hurons were once Dragons, so they have assorted abilities...
Magic: Mind Reading, Erasing Small amounts of Memory, and Fire Breath.. fire breath is restricted to Dragon Form (Please?)
Skills: When I transform into human form, my Fire Breath ability is taken from me and falls in the form of a heavy mace called the Her'Gett Flame. It can be flipped back into a lock to shoot burning Crossbow Bolts.
Appearance: I have shoulder length, unkempt brown hair, and olive green eyes... in my muscular right hand I carry a huge mace.... the top of it as large as a small hedge! I am a little taller then most Humans, all Hurons are, but, unless I transform.. I will probably tell everyone that I am Human, but, in the mean time... I'm naked...
Bio: Ona T'kel Deathscale... the Last living heir to the Throne of Her'Gett Deathscale, has at last faced his long sworn Enemy, Thal'Tek... and in a massive battle... Thal'tek Managed to Grasp Ona's Sould... and tear it apart... Ona did not die. That is the Black Dragon's catch. They cannot Kill! But, in a final attemp, as Ona fell through the portal to Modern Day Earth.. he reached out with his mind... he could feel himself changing.. first his wings.. then his scales... as he slowly turned human, time seemed to slow down... as he entered Thal'Tek's unprotected mind.. and tore away his memories and drove him insane..... What seemed like an eternity later, Ona crashed to the ground in a Meteor-Style crator.... he stood.. and looked around... he saw a mace next to him.. he picked it up and swung it around... and smiled... he limped off the the nearby town, quite visible... naked... and injured..
Alignment: -
Evera ((Rp'd by Enorym))
Name: Evera "Alfred" Dwyer
Age: 28
Species: ??? (The species has no name, but are commonly referred to as Bioweapons... However, they are not quite the same, as the species is born and in the shape of a human, not created. In fact, this species is probably more closely related to shapeshifters.)
Species description: This species is born in the shape of a human... However, some of them end up taking a different "true form" as they grow. This species matures MUCH faster than a human, and live about twice as long.
Species Skills/magic: This species is known for it's ability to mutate, duplicate and remove cells... Indeed, very similar to shapeshifters, but not quite the same. This type of mutation is a lot more... disturbing, to say the least. Since this species finds it a lot more difficult to mutate, not only is it more painful, but it's also a lot more difficult to change into something else... and change back. This can lead to rather disturbing and macabre mutations (imagine necromorphs from Dead Space). If the ability is harnessed correctly, the user can change in less painful ways, and to their will (imagine shapeshifting in Prototype). It takes a tremendous amount of skill and luck to transform precisely and exactly into what you want (if you were decently skilled and tried to turn into a fox, then maybe a 1 in 100 chance). However, this style of shapeshifting can lead to some pretty nasty injuries, like losing your arms. Yeah.
Magic: Evera doesn't have the ability to use magic... yet. He will probably end up using mind magic, and maybe fire magic.
Skills: He knows how to handle a gun, and is decent at hand-to-hand and close combat. He is good at using computers, and for some reason, parkour. He can also play violin and piano, but neither will probably help him in any way.
Appearance: Evera is tall and slim. He is quite pale, and his hair is neat, and black. His eye color is gray. He is almost always wearing a black suit or tuxedo, the typical butler clothing.
Bio: Evera had appeared as a human ever since he was born. Neither he nor his parents knew what he was or what he could do. He got great grades in school, and despite being so thin, was very fit. He also was very polite, polite enough that even most bullies wouldn't bother fighting or insulting him. When he grew older, he eventually found himself in the FBI. Evera spent several years in the FBI, before deciding to become a butler for the Queenston family. After he became a butler, people started calling him Alfred, the stereotypical name for a butler... or sometimes, simply called "butler." After that, he continued with a rather normal life as a butler... until one day, a car pulled up to the house, and a man in a suit asked to see Evera (that man is one of the magic users. Or something. idk.)
Alignment: N/A
Camilla ((Rp'd by Lavulman))
Name: Camilla Nexus Age: 18 Species: 3/4 Human
well, she does sort of fall into the 3/4 human 1/4 other-species trope... Fitting that info into this little niche here. Camilla reserves some of their traits, but not all.
Species description: Reptilicus are, well, reptilian. They stand on two legs, Their heads protrude forwards instead of upwards, they have four clawed fingers on each hand (counting the thumbs, of course), and can sport a variety of different scale colors. They all, however, have deep, emerald-green eyes.
They live for a long time, around 800 human years, but their appearance differs vastly as they age. Adolescents and adults can range from five and a half to eight feet tall, and are very agile, preferring to use a combination of exotic, though mundane weapons and magic in tandem when fighting. They tend to engage in friendly, one-on-one sparring matches, either for fun or as the species' preferred way of settling disputes. However, as they grow old, they decrease vastly in size and strength, and tend to retire to their studies, perfecting their magic, which is now their only reliable means of defense, and learning more about the world.
It has been a subject of speculation of whether Reptilicus are more closely related to dragons or reptiles, but no credible studies have been taken to prove or disprove any of these theories.
Species Skills/magic: Reptilicus are very fast and agile. They are also very adept in most forms of magic. One magical skill they always seem to master at an early age is the ability to walk on water and other liquids at will. They are still quite accomplished swimmers, however. They are resistant to all but the most extreme temperatures, but they despise the cold. Adolescents and younger adults are adept in combat with light to mid-weight weaponry and combat magic, such as the summoning of blades and simple shields from the ether, while the elders are much more skilled in magic in the illusory and destructory fields, to the extent of being able to cast gigantic illusions of incredible detail to disguise their shelters. In relation to this, Reptilicus seem to be able to see through most illusions. Older Reptilicus also spend much of their time sculpting and magically animating statues, often modeled after their younger warriors, to fight for them or perform menial tasks.
Magic: Can summon magical blades to use in combat, walk on water, and conjure simple shields/wards to deflect weak physical attacks or magic. Will be stunned for a brief period if the shield breaks, however.
Skills: Can run quite a bit faster than most humans, and is better at jumping/climbing. Resistant to high temperatures, but doesn't fair well in the cold. Could see through simple illusions, but doesn't have the proper training to do so. She can easily see through most Reptilicus-made illusions without effort, however, as well as read their language. Pretty skilled with light or medium weight melee weapons, but nowhere near as good with ranged or heavy weaponry...
Appearance: About five-foot seven. Sports an unnaturally brilliant shade of emerald-green eyes. Prefers her black hair done so it doesn't get in the way of what she's doing, but, redundantly, lets a small braid on each side of her face stay as it is.
Bio: Camilla never knew her parents. Her foster parents were very nice to her, but they came from a family of aristocrats that were a major source of funding for the Hunters since ancient times. They hid neither this fact nor their knowledge of 'mythical' creatures from her. They told her stories of malevolent beasts that preyed upon the weak, until the Hunters came to throw them from their seats of tyranny. She didn't dispute this; she had no other viewpoints or opinions to convince her otherwise. Camilla knew her green eyes were different, but she made little attempt to hide them. She thought of it as a symbol of her individuality. Her stumbled-upon ability to walk on water, however, was something she kept a secret even from her family.
Camilla had very little contact with others outside her family. She never went to public schools, her parents would only allow the best of tutors to educate her in most fields, including the art of the blade.
At the age of eighteen, she was old, skilled, and knowledgable enough to start her career with the Hunters. It would be easy enough, she reassured herself. She'd have to do a few simple jobs while her family's status moved her up the ranks until she reached a favorable position.
Camilla passed the admission course with ease, and she was ready for her first assignment. She was to go to a valley with two others, to kill an alleged necromancer hiding there, using the bones of soldiers who died there in a battle ages ago for ghastly experiments. It was a long trek, and their standard-issue armor and swords were heavy and cumbersome for her, which her peers taunted her endlessly for, but they made it there eventually. Her fellow Hunters had no idea where to look, but part of the hill shimmered to her. She pointed it out to her comrades, but they didn't seem to notice. She sighed, walked over to the area in question, and, to her surprise, gave way as she leaned against it! Her comrades quickly followed and did the same.
They emerged into a large library complex, but with no undead to be found... In the center, they found their target, his back turned to a table, writing a book. The alleged necromancer shut the book, as if he'd finished it, and turned his face to them. The reptilian creature started to ready some form of magic and an ornate-looking dagger, but then their eyes met. His, though old and somewhat milky, were a brilliant shade of green, much like her own. Camilla was mesmerized by this. He put the dagger back on the table, and let the magic energy dissolve into the air. Was he accepting his death with some sort of comforting knowledge? Camilla's comrades either didn't notice or didn't care. They simply impaled the mage on the spot, and as his blood pooled on the floor, something inside Camilla snapped. Next thing she knew, both her peers were lying on the floor, blood coming from the chinks in their armor.
She started to come to terms with what she'd just done. She'd ruined her entire life. It was laid out right in front of her, and she threw it aside... she knew she couldn't hide this forever, they'd either know she was lying or they'd send another party in after they didn't get a response. She couldn't go back to her parents either. The disappointment along with the punishment would just be too much to bear. She took the book and the dagger off of the table, leaving her Hunter's armor and broadsword on the floor.
She opened the book. It was written in a language alien to her, yet she could somehow understand it. It detailed the mage's acknowlegement of his age, 790 years, and that his time was short. His only wish was some way to pass his knowledge down, and this book was to be his fulfillment of that wish one way or another. She shut the book, deciding that she could read the rest later. She decided go to Lucky City, far away from her home, and read the book along the way. By the time she arrived at her destination, she could already summon blades and shields...
Alignment: N/A. Would be subject to attack by Hunters for betraying them, and possibly the MPA due to her background with the former, although she doesn't know of her unique bloodline either, so they'd just as likely take her in...
Kassy ((Rp'd by Teknonik))
Name: Kassy Jenica Black
Age: 11
Species: Half-Dragon, Half-Human.
Magic: Control over Lighting, telekinesis and shape shifting.
Skills: Strong Sight and hearing. Flight ((Would that go here?)), and basic knowledge of mechanics...
Appearance:
Human Form -- Blond Hair, Purple Eyes, Small, and Pale Skin. My wings and Tail always show, which I must hide with a robe of some sorts...
Dragon Form -- Dragon form is Purple colored, with very small streaks of silver running down my back. I am also very small for my breed...
Bio: When I was born, normal dragons would instantly look like Humans, to keep them hidden. But, I didn't, and my Parents had no clue on how to help that, so they were forced to release me into the world, where I had to defend on my own all my life... Many people saw me, and reported me, but were always thought of to be crazy, or 'fake'... It's been 11 years since I was set out by my parents, and I never knew who they were... As of now, I have never seen my Human Form, but i believe it will happen soon, in only a matter of hours...
Waskom and River ((RP'd by Waskomsause))
Name: Waskom Frost.
Age: 20 ((Hes very VERY young for a shifter))
Species: Shifter
Species description: They have no set form, they tend to look like whatever species is most powerful, to avoid being killed.
Species Skills/magic: Shape shifting, also able to leap (Teleport) 10 feet.
Magic: Shifting, being able to look likee any other species they want, even some they have only seen, most commone forms are. Human and dragon. They can also teleport, but they call it leaping, because they can only go abou 10 feet.
Skills: Able to use swords, bows, guns they find useless, but mostly they use hand to hand, as guns and weapons tend to not work against shifters who are skilled in combat. Guns have no use, as they can take hits and walk away like nothing happened.
Appearance: Waskom's main form is a human, about 20 years old, same as his age, tall, light tan skin, always wears a black suit with white shirt and red tie, has dark brown hair, and sapphire blue eyes. He is about 200 LBs, but his muscle makes up about 1/3 that amount. He also uses a werewolf form to fight if needed.
Bio: Waskom has always lived with humans, as a child his parents were a human couple who knew of his powers, they hid him away, keeping him safe. They were part of a small group who cared for baby creatures, and even had knights to defend them. They are now dead, killed while proteting him... he has since lived a normal life, and has a job with a well know weapons shop that makes bows and swords. He found another shifter like him, her name... is River frost, they married a few years ago, but it was not made legal due to them doing so under assumed names, and even new faces.
Alignment: ((Soon to be)) Mystic Protection Agency
Other: He always carries a sword with him, an odd sword that that becomes a 8 inch bowie knife when he needs to hide it, and even becomes a common set of glasses when he needs to hide the weapon all the way.
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Name: River Frost.
Age: 20 ((very young for a shifter))
Species: Shifter
Species description: They have no set form, they tend to look like whatever species is most powerful, to avoid being killed.
Species Skills/magic: Shape shifting, also able to leap (Teleport) 10 feet.
Magic: Shifting, being able to look likee any other species they want, even some they have only seen, most commone forms are. Human and dragon. They can also teleport, but they call it leaping, because they can only go abou 10 feet.
Skills: Able to use swords, bows, guns they find useless, but mostly they use hand to hand, as guns and weapons tend to not work against shifters who are skilled in combat. Guns have no use, as they can take hits and walk away like nothing happened.
Appearance: Tall, thin, light tan skin, odd silver hair, sapphire blue eyes, always wears a T-shirt, jeans, and flip flops, her left ear has a diamond stud in it, and she always wears a diamond ring.
Bio: She has been with waskom for 5 years, and since that day shes always had a feeling her and waskom were meant to do something for the world... Shes always been a little odd, never wanting to take human form, but doing so to keep from beign spotted. Her "true form" as she calls it, is that of a large kitsune, a form she saw when her ans waskom went to japan, and met another shifter, she uses this form to fight.
Alignment: ((Soon to be)) Mystic Protection Agency
Other: Always carries a bow with her, the bow can take the form of a common pen. Has a strong yet beautiful british accent.
Esp ((Rp'd by shiny_esp))
Name: Goes by Esp. Birth name is Michael Michaelson, but who wants to have a name like that?
Age: 16.
Species: Human/Allazei- Change- Cat
Species description: The Allazei are a mystical sub-race. Technically, any race can become an Allazei. The definition of the Allazei is that at when reaching maturity, a guardian Spirit endows its properties upon the Allazei. There are two sub-categories of the Allazei as well, one representing Change and the other Tradition. Change Allazei are excellent with modern technology and are adapted to an urban environment, while Tradition Allazei are best at medieval warfare and are adapted more towards surviving in the wilderness. The two branches have a long-lasting feud.
Species Skills/magic: The Allazei are jacks-of-all-trades, and mostly depend on their guardian Spirit. Bears make for excellent melee fighters and are ferocious in combat, the Cat is equivalent to an assassin, et cetera. ANY animal can be a guardian Spirit, while some are excellent at fighting others are good at healing and other utilities.
Magic: As a Cat Allazei, Esp can use magic relating to stealth. Magic abilities are mostly short-range blink spells to close space or escape.
Skills: Excellent with daggers. Can hide in shadows better than other people can. Also can do parkour and fall greater distances without injuring himself, as well as an excellent climber. Can imitate voices to a degree. Good with technology.
Appearance: Think cat-people from FF XIII. If not, spiked hair with cat ears, slight tail. Usually seen wearing a close-fitting shorts and t-shirt. Lean and lanky, not particularly muscular but there's no spare pounds of flesh on him. Is about 6'3", including hair and ears.
Bio: Born as a Human child to AJ Michaelson and Penelope Nielsen, he grew up in a relatively mythologic-free environment. His parents died when he was about thirteen, but he somehow adapted to it and lived fairly well for a homeless person. He had a few friends, didn't understand girls, played video games a lot. Money was never a problem, for some reason. It all changed when he turned sixteen, though...
I woke up, light streaming through the dusty window. I grumbled and rolled around for a moment, then opened my eyes an inch, seeing if there was anyone in the room before I woke up. When you live alone in the city streets, here, there's way too many weirdos hanging around to think you're safe all the time. Seeing nobody, I get out of bed and inspect my hideout. As usual, I have my laptop on the desk, the lamp in the corner, the bed that I sleep on, and the window. Nothing missing... but something just felt wrong.
Pulling out my iPhone, I check the time. I've got an hour before I have to go grab the bus. I sit down at the desk, turn on my laptop, and play a game of League of Legends. "Last day of school," I say. "What could go wrong?"
The game's over in thirty minutes, I steal Baron at around 24:00 and my team crushes them immediately after. Considering that I don't have enough time to play another round, I shut down my laptop, put it in my backpack, and exit my hideout. I open the door, light streaming through the entrance. I stop for a moment as my eyes adapt to the light, then climb down the fire escape to the ground. My hideout's on the third floor of an abandoned hotel, and I enjoy it. It's better than a few places I've been at.
I jog to the bus stop at a brief pace, carefully avoiding other people as I run through the alleys. I note that there's an above-average number of cats in the alleys, seemingly watching me. I stop for a moment and look around, but they're all gone. Shaking off the eerie feeling, I keep running, and I make it to the bus stop with no problems. School was awesome that day. We did basically nothing, and I just sat in the cafeteria and played a few round of League on the school's internet with a few of my buddies. School was over before I knew it.
On the walk home, I note the above-average number of alley cats once again. As I reach my hideout, though, I decide against staying home and go to the park. The eerie feeling that I had grew greater as I walked towards there. A few shady characters hang out around the edges, but I forge into the forest inside the park, searching for quiet.
There, in the middle of the forest, I found another alley cat. That's odd, I think. Why is an alley cat here? "Shoo," I mutter, trying to brush it off. "I don't have time for you." As the cat becomes more insistent, however, I reach over to pick him up and remove him from my forest glade. Instead, as I touch him, my brain almost explodes. Images, instincts, smells, emotions, sounds, a massive explosion of random objects explode through my vision. I black out for a moment, then wake up almost instantly.
There's a silvery-looking cat sitting in front of me, with literally nothing else in view. Not white, not black, just... nothing, I guess. I almost jump when the cat meows, "You have been chosen, young Human."
"What the hell? What do you mean? Where am I?" I respond. This was absolutely bizarre, and my life was already pretty not-average.
"You already know. You should think before you ask." The cat says it almost scathingly. "You have been chosen to be an Allazei, one of the last of our race. But before all this, you should know a few things. This world is not what it seems." The cat flicks its tail back and forth. "Creatures that you think of as mythical are real."
"But-but-" I stop with my mouth still open. I was about to ask, But they're mythical... right? but I knew that it was wrong. Whatever that mind-blast was, it definitely was concise and got the point across. I already knew that they weren't mythical.
"Perhaps the myths that we hear of them aren't true," says the cat. "But there is definitely something there. For example, dragons. Nearly every world culture has some reference to dragons, yet there is no scientific proof. Instantly dismissed as fake! You humans are ridiculously dense. If there are dragons everywhere, then there must be something similar to a dragon, or must have previously been. At any rate, it's your job to survive in this bizarre world. Good luck."
With a million questions still on my mind, the cat disappears, and I am once again in the park. Wondering how long that took, I grab my iPhone... but it's absolutely bizarre. There's another button on the top. Curious, I click it, and the phone dissolves into a nasty-looking pair of daggers. They glow slightly, which gives them a mystical air. Well, if this is real... then it probably is all real. I click a button on the bottom of the knifes simultaneously, and they transform back into my iPhone. "Well, that's just ing wonderful," I say. "Might as well learn how to-" I see my reflection in the darkened screen of my iPhone. I look absolutely bizarre, like I'm 5% cat or something. "This better be some sort of a dream," I say. Clicking on the iPhone, I note that the time is exactly the same as it was right before the incident with the cat. "Well, I better figure out something." I head back to my hideout, moving with extra caution and avoiding people whenever possible. Who knows, they might not even be real?
I grunt consider the Microsoft Word document. It's several hundred pages long- a diary since the day I lost my parents. Today was the longest as of yet, and the strangest. I shut the computer down, place my iPhone in my pocket, and exit my hideout. If this world was real, then there must be others like me.
Alignment: Mythical creature, may gravitate around towards other organizations as time passes and I get a feel for the organizations. I couldn't find a description of them anywhere, so I don't know if I want to join up with anyone yet.
Drake ((Rp'd by IceBeam))
Name: Drake Ludac
Age: 19
Species: Reptilicus
Species description:
Species Skills/magic:
Magic: Photokineses. Aka, the controlling of how much light there is in a specific place.
Skills: Running away.
Appearance: Detailed picture:
Bio: Drake was born on 1993, may 1st. He had grown up like a normal lizard, shedding every now and then, and often ran from battles. He had a great interest in the sun and moon and the sky, and the light that radiates off of the stars. Sometimes they were brighter, and sometimes they were darker. He didn't know why they changed like they did. One time, when he was about to be shot by a bowman, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them, it was dark. The bowman had missed his shot, and Drake Ludac ran away, before getting exhausted and sleeping in a cave. A human was also camping there, and Drake had killed the man in his sleep, and slipped on some of the armor he had. It wasn't very good, because it was just fur and leather, and it made him itch a lot. He wanders around, with the small dagger he had gotten from the corpse, as well.
Alignment:
Charcoal and Dewdrop ((Rp'd by Absol))
Name: Charcoal
Age: 21
Species: Flame Wolf.
Species description: Flame Wolves have insanely strong jaws, capable of snapping a steel sword, and are very fast. But due to this, they has low defense. They have long tails and flame red symbols along their sides. They are weak to water and immune to fire.
Species Skills/magic: They can shoot fireballs from their mouth as an attack.
Magic: Can shoot fireballs from her mouth and can cover herself in fire.
Skills: Claws and teeth
Appearance:
Charcoal when she's covered in fire. But the fire's blue:
Bio: Charcoal was unlike other Flame Wolves at her age as she knew how to shoot fireballs, but her fire was blue. She was picked on for this, and she ran away, not wanting anything to do with her pack anymore. She met up with a Water wolf called Dewdrop on her travels, and she'd been traveling with Dewdrop ever since.
Alignment: Mythical creature of MissingNo.
Other: I wanted to do these two 'cus they're like suede sisters.
Name: Dewdrop
Age: 21
Species: Water Wolf
Species description: Water Wolves have insanely strong jaws, capable of snapping a steel sword, and are very fast. But due to this, they has low defense. They have long tails and watery blue symbols along their sides. They are weak to earth and immune to fire and water.
Species Skills/magic: They can shoot high pressure water guns from their mouth as an attack.
Magic: can shoot high pressure water guns from her mouth as an attack, can cover self in water
Skills: Claws and teeth
Appearance:
Dewdrop when she's covered in water. But the water's emerald green:
Bio: Dewdrop was unlike other Water Wolves at her age as she knew how to shoot water guns, but her water was an emerald green. She was picked on for this, and she ran away, not wanting anything to do with her pack anymore. She met up with a Flame wolf called Charcoal on her travels, and she'd been traveling with Charcoal ever since.
Alignment: Mythical creature of MissingNo.
Deravan ((Rp'd by Evanist))
Name: Deravan Letendre (unoriginal name... I know)
Age: 19
Species:Phoenix
Species description: The pheonix looks like giant birds, with their feathers of the color of the element they are. Their wings are rather large, capable to make them fly in the air at a rather good speed. Every pheonix element has their own characteristics that are different. Pheonix are capable of immense intelligence the older they get, but a side effect of this is that when a pheonix dies, it loses all its memories, to then get reborn again. Those memory though, can reappear later in a phoenix life. They usually keep a human form so people dont get scared of them.
Species Skills/magic: Depending on the element they are, the pheonix are strong in their respective element, and those who are close to it. For example, a fire pheonix would be strong in fire, but be able to use slightly lightning abilitys. They have the ability to fly in the air, and see better then humans. They can also be reborn as a egg when they die. They also have some mental powers, like telepathy and if they master it enough, mind reading.
Magic: Rune magic. Can create runes on equipment, on apply runes on people to do different effect. Right now he has 3 runes:
Rune of shock: Apply a discharge on the target, or add a shocking attack to a weapon
Rune of blaze: Set the target ablaze, or add a fire coating to a weapon.
Rune of regeneration: When applied to a target, wounds heal at an incredible speed. Useful when used on bandages.
he also has Earth-based magic.
Skills: Strong on hand-to-hand combat. He is also good with a crossbow. He can now fly...and, thankfully summon vines to stil be able to use his crossbow.
Appearance:
(Because I hate describing... and trying to think about a apparence... Decided this from kh3d)
Bio:
Deravan had a normal life. Normal school, normal parents. Everything seemed normal for him, nothing real spectacular. Life was rather dull... until he met his best friend at the age of 15. It all started over a small gaming competition. Not much else that could be added. But after a while, it was only him, and his soon to be best friend. They were at it, shooting in the game, going tactic, moving full speed and jumping around. When the match had ended, he had been beaten, but by a very close score. The difference was all in one kill in the game. Deravan should have been bummed about losing, but the guy walked up to him. He was smiling. He told him that he never had so much a challenge in that game, and that they should do it more often. He gave him his address. Deravan did not know what to do. He wanted to beat that guy, prove his worth. So he did go to his house, and they started playing more. The more they played, the better friends they become. It was like a friendly competition between the two.
A month after thought, his friend showed him.... what he really was. He told him to never tell anyone. He was a light dragon, and his parents also... Deravan was very surprise by the fact, but kept the secret. They continued to have fun, even with that secret that was out. Sometimes his friend would go and give him a flight in the sky, just for the heck of it. Everything was great... until that day.
Deravan was 18. He was at his friend house, playing and having the normal competition, when someone ran the doorbell. His friend looked at him, and went to answer. Then... the door broke loose. Man with armor and swords rushed in the house, and killed his friends parents. Deravan could not believe it. He was scared. His friend looked at him, and told him to run, before getting hit and killed by a sword. Something then... broke loose in Deravan. A pure hatred... a pure rage. He rushed to the man that killed his friend, and grabbed his sword with full... inhuman force. He then hit the man right in the chest, sending him flying and... setting him ablaze! The others man then tried to go and hit Deravan, but then Deravans new sword was set in fire, and he started to strike the man full force, cutting them into pieces. After the mans were dead... Deravan had passed out.
He woke up the next day in the hospital. People said that some pyromaniacs had set the house on fire... and that Deravan was saved by the firefighter. But Deravan knew what happen. He looked at his hand that had some burn marks. How did he... do that... and how did he survive that fire. And... who were these man. He felt rage inside of him. A demand for justice.
Weeks later, he had exited the hospital, but never the same. That day was marked in his soul as deep as it could be. He had soon learned by himself some new rune skills. He also heard... something about a Mystic Protection Agency, thought he did not know where they were. He had kept searching for them in his spare time, wishing that one day, he could exact revenge for his friend.
Alignment: Mystic Protection Agency
Other:
Enirb ((Rp'd by KaBling))
Name: Enirb Jerio
Age: 17
Species: Phoenix
Species description: N/A
Species Skills/magic: N/A
Magic: Only fire magic, then only dark magic
Skills: (Obviously) fly, very fast.
Appearance: Brown and white feathers (red and white when fire is being used, purple and white when dark is being used), chipped yellow beak, green-yellow eyes, slightly tall, looks a bit vicious, white claws.
Bio: Born in a cave, Enirb's parents were killed by an weird looking figure, while the figure didn't know where he was. Enirb fought his way up, as he had to fend for himself. He left when humans came, to the (starting) town, as there was no where else to go. He wants to avenge his parents and explore the world.
Alignment: N/A
Other: Ditto means same or already, while my character is from 'This is the situation', an RP you used to
manage. The missing number is 4 (unlucky number to me, I'm Chinese)
Tanisha ((Rp'd by Creeperlink))
Name: Tanisha Hartzler
Age: 18
Species: Phoenix
Species description:
Species Skills/magic:
Magic: She is very skilled at fire magic, but can also use lightning and earth magic.
Skills: She is pretty good with a bow, but prefers to use magic attacks.
Appearance:Human Form:
Phoenix Form:
Bio: Tanisha lost her parents at an early age, and was sent to an orphanage along with her brother. Here, she was protected from hunters and trained to defend herself from Hunters. When she turned 18, she was able to use very advanced fire magic, and she left the orphanage, thinking she was ready to face the Hunters. She was wrong. She rented an appartment in the city, not knowing there were cameras everywhere. The Hunters found out she was a Phoenix, and that the orphanage was really a training center for mystical creatures. They raided her appartment in the middle of the night, and she tried to defend herself, but she discovered that the Hunters were just as good with magic as she was. She escaped by changing into her phoenix form and flying out the window, and returned to the orphanage for more training. When she got there, she was startled to see that it had been destroyed, and there was a bunch of Hunters loading dead bodies into the back of a truck. She saw them throw her brother in, and instantly knew that she was alone.
Alignment:
Other: The missing number is 4
Derek ((Rp'd by Chrono))
Name: Derek
Age: 12
Species: Unknown -- he doesn't know what he is, and the MPA won't know once/if they try to see. He still thinks he's human, but he isn't sure anymore.
Species description: Do you think that's possible?
Species Skills/magic: Do you think that's possible?
Magic:
Skills: Knife throwing
Nothing else has been found out.
Appearance:
This guy is from a Pokemon manga.
Bio:
I used to just live a normal life. I had a couple friends, I went to school, but I had...problems. Behavior problems. I could snap and go crazy immediately, but I learned to control it. Then, everything changed.
It all started when I had went to a restaurant near our house. Some...THING (Rouge Mythical) attacked, and the place was in ruins. Some people came and tried to fight back (Hunters, not corrupted), but to no avail. The thing came towards me, but I dodged. I realized I had to fight back. I looked for something those guys had dropped when trying to hit that thing, and I found a knife. I sent it towards the thing like a boomerang, and I got a hit. It attacked, and I couldn't dodge this time. I was struck with full force, yet I felt no pain. All I felt was myself...I snapped.
The next thing I knew, I was standing above that thing. It was...dead. I sat down in a daze, and one of those guys came up to me. They told me I had a strength...like no human could have. They took me in (temporarily) so I could figure out some things...including who I really am.
Alignment: N/A
Other: I qualified for this in advance in the IC thread about a week ago.
Current Bestiary:
Dragon
Species description: Dragons are large, reptilian creatures who possess wings. Their scale colors can vary wildly from father to son, and even from twin to twin. They have human, or above human intellegence, and usually have huge claws on any and all of their non-wing limbs. Their scutes tend to be a different color than their normal scale color, and their eyes have slitted pupils...oddly enough, they can actually see very well, and even in color. They can be anywhere from 5'-10' tall, and are...oddly lighter than humans, on average. They sometimes have spikes running down their spine, and can be either bipedal, or quadrapedal.
Species Skills/magic: Dragons are always capable of flight (unless they get too fat), and can usually breathe fire, or... something else. They are oddly adept at using illusion magic, and their eyes can see right through any illusions anyone else would make... however, their bones are hollow, and they depend on not getting hit with any kind of blunt weapon... such as a hammer. Any other abilities they may have are from the individual, not the species, itself.
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Huron
Species description: The Hurons. In a rare case that a Black Dragon of soul can take away the very being of a Red Dragon of the Mind, that Dragon turns into a Human, actually no, a Huron. A human that, every so often, may transform into his original Dragon Form, it is not as strong as it naturally used to be.. but it still flies!
Species Skills/magic: All Hurons were once Dragons, so they have assorted abilities...
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Species description: This species is born in the shape of a human... However, some of them end up taking a different "true form" as they grow. This species matures MUCH faster than a human, and live about twice as long.
Species Skills/magic: This species is known for it's ability to mutate, duplicate and remove cells... Indeed, very similar to shapeshifters, but not quite the same. This type of mutation is a lot more... disturbing, to say the least. Since this species finds it a lot more difficult to mutate, not only is it more painful, but it's also a lot more difficult to change into something else... and change back. This can lead to rather disturbing and macabre mutations (imagine necromorphs from Dead Space). If the ability is harnessed correctly, the user can change in less painful ways, and to their will (imagine shapeshifting in Prototype). It takes a tremendous amount of skill and luck to transform precisely and exactly into what you want (if you were decently skilled and tried to turn into a fox, then maybe a 1 in 100 chance). However, this style of shapeshifting can lead to some pretty nasty injuries, like losing your arms. Yeah.
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Reptilicus
Species description: Reptilicus are, well, reptilian. They stand on two legs, Their heads protrude forwards instead of upwards, they have four clawed fingers on each hand (counting the thumbs, of course), and can sport a variety of different scale colors. They all, however, have deep, emerald-green eyes.
They live for a long time, around 800 human years, but their appearance differs vastly as they age. Adolescents and adults can range from five and a half to eight feet tall, and are very agile, preferring to use a combination of exotic, though mundane weapons and magic in tandem when fighting. They tend to engage in friendly, one-on-one sparring matches, either for fun or as the species' preferred way of settling disputes. However, as they grow old, they decrease vastly in size and strength, and tend to retire to their studies, perfecting their magic, which is now their only reliable means of defense, and learning more about the world.
It has been a subject of speculation of whether Reptilicus are more closely related to dragons or reptiles, but no credible studies have been taken to prove or disprove any of these theories.
Species Skills/magic: Reptilicus are very fast and agile. They are also very adept in most forms of magic. One magical skill they always seem to master at an early age is the ability to walk on water and other liquids at will. They are still quite accomplished swimmers, however. They are resistant to all but the most extreme temperatures, but they despise the cold. Adolescents and younger adults are adept in combat with light to mid-weight weaponry and combat magic, such as the summoning of blades and simple shields from the ether, while the elders are much more skilled in magic in the illusory and destructory fields, to the extent of being able to cast gigantic illusions of incredible detail to disguise their shelters. In relation to this, Reptilicus seem to be able to see through most illusions. Older Reptilicus also spend much of their time sculpting and magically animating statues, often modeled after their younger warriors, to fight for them or perform menial tasks.
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Shifter
Species description: They have no set form, they tend to look like whatever species is most powerful, to avoid being killed.
Species Skills/magic: Shape shifting, also able to leap (Teleport) 10 feet.
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Pheonix
Species description: The pheonix looks like giant birds, with their feathers of the color of the element they are. Their wings are rather large, capable to make them fly in the air at a rather good speed. Every pheonix element has their own characteristics that are different. Pheonix are capable of immense intelligence the older they get, but a side effect of this is that when a pheonix dies, it loses all its memories, to then get reborn again. Those memory though, can reappear later in a phoenix life. They usually keep a human form so people dont get scared of them.
Species Skills/magic: Depending on the element they are, the pheonix are strong in their respective element, and those who are close to it. For example, a fire pheonix would be strong in fire, but be able to use slightly lightning abilitys. They have the ability to fly in the air, and see better then humans. They can also be reborn as a egg when they die. They also have some mental powers, like telepathy and if they master it enough, mind reading.
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Allazei
Species description: The Allazei are a mystical sub-race. Technically, any race can become an Allazei. The definition of the Allazei is that at when reaching maturity, a guardian Spirit endows its properties upon the Allazei. There are two sub-categories of the Allazei as well, one representing Change and the other Tradition. Change Allazei are excellent with modern technology and are adapted to an urban environment, while Tradition Allazei are best at medieval warfare and are adapted more towards surviving in the wilderness. The two branches have a long-lasting feud.
Species Skills/magic: The Allazei are jacks-of-all-trades, and mostly depend on their guardian Spirit. Bears make for excellent melee fighters and are ferocious in combat, the Cat is equivalent to an assassin, et cetera. ANY animal can be a guardian Spirit, while some are excellent at fighting others are good at healing and other utilities.
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Flame Wolf.
Species description: Flame Wolves have insanely strong jaws, capable of snapping a steel sword, and are very fast. But due to this, they has low defense. They have long tails and flame red symbols along their sides. They are weak to water and immune to fire.
Species Skills/magic: They can shoot fireballs from their mouth as an attack.
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Water Wolf
Species description: Water Wolves have insanely strong jaws, capable of snapping a steel sword, and are very fast. But due to this, they has low defense. They have long tails and watery blue symbols along their sides. They are weak to earth and immune to fire and water.
Species Skills/magic: They can shoot high pressure water guns from their mouth as an attack.
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Name: Emile Powers
Age: 17
Species: Human('Cause I lack inspiration for anything original)
Species description: --
Species Skills/magic: --
Magic: None... That he knows of...(Maybe later in the RP... Drawing a blank right now...))
Skills: Somewhat skilled at swordplay; Though he prefers to shoot his bow and arrow. He may not be athletic, but he is a pretty fast climber. He has basic survival skills.
Appearance: He is a fairly tan, hispanic male. He stands at about 5' 4". Emile usually wears a thin blue jacket over a black T-shirt, black pants with a thin white stripe on the outside, dark grey sneakers, and a black cap to hide his unkept black hair(Lots of black, lol). He has extremely dark brown eyes.
Bio: Emile lived a pretty average life. He got mostly A's and B's in school. He did not get bullied too much and his parents were not nosy. Though he was occasionally called names, he did not get into physical fights-a lot.
When Emile was in eighth grade, life got a bit more interesting. On his way home from school one day, he came across a boy being bullied. Instinctively, he tackled the bully from behind. After a small fight, lets just say that boy never messed with either of them again. Emile learned the bully's victim's name was Jordan. Though it started off as simply sitting somewhat nearby at lunch, their relation ship developed into a close friendship. They walked to the bus every day and would visit each other most days of the week.
After several years of their friendship, Jordan suddenly stopped showing up to school. Everyone gets sick once in a while the first day. Second day, maybe it is a bit worse. Week, maybe it is a bad illness. A month, something is wrong. No one ever answered the phone anymore; Not even Jordan's parents. Eventually, Emile decided to go see what was up at their house. He picked the lock near midnight and was horrified at what he saw. He saw loads of things tipped over and some of the photos cracked; the most disturbing thing was bits of flesh around and the dried blood. He was almost sick to his stomache, but he kept going deeper in the house. He went to the area in the house only Jordan and him knew about. In the small room, he found a note with a few drops of blood on it. The quickly written and barely legible note read: "If you are reading this, Emile, then I am probably either dead or no longer in the area. Listen, this world is not what it seems! I am not a normal boy as you and I always thought...Dragons are what my parents and I am! I know I am thought not to exist, but it is true. Now that you have read this, I need a favor. You are not supposed to know about this, so keep it secret! When you graduate school, look for this organization called the "Mystic Prot-" The letter ends with the last letter ending with a scribble as if his hand fell, along with quite a bit more blood.
He cried for a bit after reading the letter. He fled the house crushed and got a scolding from his mother for being out so late. He now raoms looking for for this "Mystic Prot" to find out what happened to his friend and possibly avenge his death.
Alignment: (Will be) Mystic Protection Agency
Other: This definitely took more than 4 minutes to write!
Age: Born in the Plain of Burning Ice in the Era of the Monstrosities, Year 33961: 6,839 years old.
Species: Huron
Species description: The Hurons. In a rare case that a Black Dragon of soul can take away the very being of a Red Dragon of the Mind, that Dragon turns into a Human, actually no, a Huron. A human that, every so often, may transform into his original Dragon Form, it is not as strong as it naturally used to be.. but it still flies!
Species Skills/magic: All Hurons were once Dragons, so they have assorted abilities...
Magic: Mind Reading, Erasing Small amounts of Memory, and Fire Breath.. fire breath is restricted to Dragon Form (Please?)
Skills: When I transform into human form, my Fire Breath ability is taken from me and falls in the form of a heavy mace called the Her'Gett Flame. It can be flipped back into a lock to shoot burning Crossbow Bolts.
Appearance: I have shoulder length, unkempt brown hair, and olive green eyes... in my muscular right hand I carry a huge mace.... the top of it as large as a small hedge! I am a little taller then most Humans, all Hurons are, but, unless I transform.. I will probably tell everyone that I am Human, but, in the mean time... I'm naked...
Bio: Ona T'kel Deathscale... the Last living heir to the Throne of Her'Gett Deathscale, has at last faced his long sworn Enemy, Thal'Tek... and in a massive battle... Thal'tek Managed to Grasp Ona's Sould... and tear it apart... Ona did not die. That is the Black Dragon's catch. They cannot Kill! But, in a final attemp, as Ona fell through the portal to Modern Day Earth.. he reached out with his mind... he could feel himself changing.. first his wings.. then his scales... as he slowly turned human, time seemed to slow down... as he entered Thal'Tek's unprotected mind.. and tore away his memories and drove him insane..... What seemed like an eternity later, Ona crashed to the ground in a Meteor-Style crator.... he stood.. and looked around... he saw a mace next to him.. he picked it up and swung it around... and smiled... he limped off the the nearby town, quite visible... naked... and injured..
Alignment: -
Other: Neh..
((Heh, warning this is a character crossover from the RP i made...))
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Ravnica, city of guilds, and 'tis with the Izzet that I shall take my stand.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
2/18/2011
Posts:
238
Location:
In a large pokemon forest
Minecraft:
Evanist
Xbox:
NOPE!
Member Details
Name: Deravan Letendre (unoriginal name... I know)
Age: 19
Species:
Human???? (Specie power and name will be revealed later in rp)
Species description:
(Same as Specie)
Species Skills/magic:
(Later revealed.)
Magic: Rune magic. Can create runes on equipment, on apply runes on people to do different effect. Right now he has 3 runes:
Rune of shock: Apply a discharge on the target, or add a shocking attack to a weapon
Rune of blaze: Set the target ablaze, or add a fire coating to a weapon.
Rune of regeneration: When applied to a target, wounds heal at an incredible speed. Useful when used on bandages.
Skills: Strong on hand-to-hand combat. He is also good with a crossbow.
Appearance:
(Because I hate describing... and trying to think about a apparence... Decided this from kh3d)
Spoiler:
Bio:
Deravan had a normal life. Normal school, normal parents. Everything seemed normal for him, nothing real spectacular. Life was rather dull... until he met his best friend at the age of 15. It all started over a small gaming competition. Not much else that could be added. But after a while, it was only him, and his soon to be best friend. They were at it, shooting in the game, going tactic, moving full speed and jumping around. When the match had ended, he had been beaten, but by a very close score. The difference was all in one kill in the game. Deravan should have been bummed about losing, but the guy walked up to him. He was smiling. He told him that he never had so much a challenge in that game, and that they should do it more often. He gave him his address. Deravan did not know what to do. He wanted to beat that guy, prove his worth. So he did go to his house, and they started playing more. The more they played, the better friends they become. It was like a friendly competition between the two.
A month after thought, his friend showed him.... what he really was. He told him to never tell anyone. He was a light dragon, and his parents also... Deravan was very surprise by the fact, but kept the secret. They continued to have fun, even with that secret that was out. Sometimes his friend would go and give him a flight in the sky, just for the heck of it. Everything was great... until that day.
Deravan was 18. He was at his friend house, playing and having the normal competition, when someone ran the doorbell. His friend looked at him, and went to answer. Then... the door broke loose. Man with armor and swords rushed in the house, and killed his friends parents. Deravan could not believe it. He was scared. His friend looked at him, and told him to run, before getting hit and killed by a sword. Something then... broke loose in Deravan. A pure hatred... a pure rage. He rushed to the man that killed his friend, and grabbed his sword with full... inhuman force. He then hit the man right in the chest, sending him flying and... setting him ablaze! The others man then tried to go and hit Deravan, but then Deravans new sword was set in fire, and he started to strike the man full force, cutting them into pieces. After the mans were dead... Deravan had passed out.
He woke up the next day in the hospital. People said that some pyromaniacs had set the house on fire... and that Deravan was saved by the firefighter. But Deravan knew what happen. He looked at his hand that had some burn marks. How did he... do that... and how did he survive that fire. And... who were these man. He felt rage inside of him. A demand for justice.
Weeks later, he had exited the hospital, but never the same. That day was marked in his soul as deep as it could be. He had soon learned by himself some new rune skills. He also heard... something about a Mystic Protection Agency, thought he did not know where they were. He had kept searching for them in his spare time, wishing that one day, he could exact revenge for his friend.
Alignment: Mystic Protection Agency
Other:
I really need to think about a race soon... I had the idea for skills, but not for Specie... He seem human, but will discover later in RP his true nature.
Name: Robert Morris
Age: 22
Species: Dragon
Species description: Dragons are large, reptilian creatures who possess wings. Their scale colors can vary wildly from father to son, and even from twin to twin. They have human, or above human intellegence, and usually have huge claws on any and all of their non-wing limbs. Their scutes tend to be a different color than their normal scale color, and their eyes have slitted pupils...oddly enough, they can actually see very well, and even in color. They can be anywhere from 5'-10' tall, and are...oddly lighter than humans, on average. They sometimes have spikes running down their spine, and can be either bipedal, or quadrapedal.
Species Skills/magic: Dragons are always capable of flight (unless they get too fat), and can usually breathe fire, or... something else. They are oddly adept at using illusion magic, and their eyes can see right through any illusions anyone else would make... however, their bones are hollow, and they depend on not getting hit with any kind of blunt weapon... such as a hammer. Any other abilities they may have are from the individual, not the species, itself.
Magic: Robert is, or will be, gifted at using lightning-based magic, he can also heal, somewhat, and use magic to aid others... by adding to their offensive prowess, speed, or defensive capabilities.
Skills: Robert can (or will be able to) combine any of his spells with his claws, he is also very fast (or will be), however, he is clumsy at using weapons, and will end up using only his claws in combat.
Appearance: As a human, Robert is...well, somewhat chubby. He has brown hair, and oddly enough, his brown eyes have orange spots on them... he stands at a somewhat short 5'8". As a dragon, he is... hilariously not an inch taller than he was, however, he obviously lacks hair and other such things. His scales are blue, with his scutes, wing membrane, and spikes. He has white scales in a lightning pattern down both of the sides of his body, starting from the back of his orange eyes. His claws are pitch balck, and it's farily obvious that he is NOT meant to take a hit.
Bio: Robert always liked dragons, almost to the point of an obsession. He would always daydream of being one, though, unlike most who daydreamed, this seemed to not effect his grades in school. For a while, he thought he was just an average kid, this changed, however, when the school bullies approached him when he was in the second grade. They asked him for his Gameboy Color, and the four games he brought with him to school, when he refused, the three bullies tried to beat him up, however, little did either party know... things just weren't going to go down as they normally would. Once the first one approached, Robert punched the kid, and sent him back ten feet. Obviously, that kid was done fighting, that's when the other two tried rushing him at the same time... Robert then picked one of them up, the smaller one, and swung him into the bigger one, knocking both of the kids out. He then seemed to snap out of some sort of trance, and looked at the three, scared... In the fourth grade, he was playing outside in the rain (not the smartest thing to do), and actually ended up getting struck by lightning... however, he wasn't even so much as damaged. To this day, Robert tries to make sense of all of this... of course, he doesn't know the truth... YET. He is currently in Lucky city (old Rp reference, and the starting city), on the bus, trying to put the pieces together.
Alignment: N/A
Other: Yeah, uh, Snivy... YOU SUX!
((Lesse... accepting myself, accepting evanist, and accepting Spyro))
WRONG! As you've been taught (or will be, soon), not everything in this world is as it seems... there are creatures among us, not the least of which are dragons. There are also those who protect these creatures from harm...most of whom can use a certain energy, aptly dubbed 'magic'... now, what are these people protecting the likes of dragons, golems, phoenixes, and other things from? Another group of people who are dedicated to hunting down, and destroying all things they deem as 'unnatural', these people tend to think of magic as a 'demon's curse on Earth', however, are capable of using it, themselves.
Oddly enough, guns don't seem to work all too well against magic-users, so both groups continue to use swords, axes, and the like (yes, including bows, and crossbows)... so, where do you stand on all of this?
Rules:
1. No breaking the fourth wall, 'k?
2. No godmodding, metagaming, powergaming, ect.
3. BE original in your apps. (I'm going to be Cloud from FF7, okay? NO!)
5. delete the (( )) in your app, as well as the info inside of it.
6. do NOT be over-powered in your app (But, I want to start out with the most amazing sword in the world! NO!)
7. put the missing number somewhere in your app.
8. If you're going to RP as basically a 'human with special abilities'... just make a human app.
App:
Name: ((First name, and last.))
Age: ((Don't be too young, and don't be too old.))
Species: ((pretty obvious here, what are you?))
Species description: ((What are the rest of your kind like, and what do they look like? disregard if human, or an already establihed species))
Species Skills/magic: ((What is your species GENERALLY gifted at doing? disregard if human, or an already establihed species))
Magic: ((What kind of magic can you use, if any?))
Skills: ((What kind of non-magical skills can you use, if any?))
Appearance: ((What do you look like?))
Bio: ((Has to be at least one good paragraph.))
Alignment: ((are you with the Mystic Protection Agency, or are you a Hunter? disregard if mythical creature.))
Other: ((Anything else you want to tell me?))
Currently Accepted:
Mystic Protection Agents
Emile ((Rp'd by Videomixer))
Name: Emile Powers
Age: 17
Species: Human('Cause I lack inspiration for anything original)
Species description: --
Species Skills/magic: --
Magic: None... That he knows of...(Maybe later in the RP... Drawing a blank right now...))
Skills: Somewhat skilled at swordplay; Though he prefers to shoot his bow and arrow. He may not be athletic, but he is a pretty fast climber. He has basic survival skills.
Appearance: He is a fairly tan, hispanic male. He stands at about 5' 4". Emile usually wears a thin blue jacket over a black T-shirt, black pants with a thin white stripe on the outside, dark grey sneakers, and a black cap to hide his unkept black hair(Lots of black, lol). He has extremely dark brown eyes.
Bio: Emile lived a pretty average life. He got mostly A's and B's in school. He did not get bullied too much and his parents were not nosy. Though he was occasionally called names, he did not get into physical fights-a lot.
When Emile was in eighth grade, life got a bit more interesting. On his way home from school one day, he came across a boy being bullied. Instinctively, he tackled the bully from behind. After a small fight, lets just say that boy never messed with either of them again. Emile learned the bully's victim's name was Jordan. Though it started off as simply sitting somewhat nearby at lunch, their relation ship developed into a close friendship. They walked to the bus every day and would visit each other most days of the week.
After several years of their friendship, Jordan suddenly stopped showing up to school. Everyone gets sick once in a while the first day. Second day, maybe it is a bit worse. Week, maybe it is a bad illness. A month, something is wrong. No one ever answered the phone anymore; Not even Jordan's parents. Eventually, Emile decided to go see what was up at their house. He picked the lock near midnight and was horrified at what he saw. He saw loads of things tipped over and some of the photos cracked; the most disturbing thing was bits of flesh around and the dried blood. He was almost sick to his stomache, but he kept going deeper in the house. He went to the area in the house only Jordan and him knew about. In the small room, he found a note with a few drops of blood on it. The quickly written and barely legible note read:
"If you are reading this, Emile, then I am probably either dead or no longer in the area. Listen, this world is not what it seems! I am not a normal boy as you and I always thought...dragons are what my parents and I am! I know I am thought not to exist, but it is true. Now that you have read this, I need a favor. You are not supposed to know about this, so keep it secret! When you graduate school, look for this organization called the "Mystic Prot-" The letter ends with the last letter ending with a scribble as if his hand fell, along with quite a bit more blood.
He cried for a bit after reading the letter. He fled the house crushed and got a scolding from his mother for being out so late. He now raoms looking for for this "Mystic Prot" to find out what happened to his friend and possibly avenge his death.
Alignment: (Will be) Mystic Protection Agency
Agustus ((Rp'd by Cnsoup))
Name: Augustus Young
Age: 18
Species: Human (Homo Sapiens, Man, Not-Beast, etc.)
Magic: Augustus is skilled with using heat, of varying forms. Usually, this means manipulating air currents, or controlling flames, although he can summon fire to a certain degree. He also has a small amount of practice with other forms of magic.
Skills: Augustus uses a sword, because swords are cool. He has shot a bow before, but thinks that bows are lame. Augustus can set up a camp like nobody's business (awkwardly phrased similes FTW!). He can also fight very well with a sword, just to clarify. So, yeah...
Appearance: I look like a human. But to clarify, I look like an extraordinarily stunning human, with curly brown hair, dark blue eyes, and other normal facial features. Also, I am tall, about 6'1", and muscular. I wear a plain green tee-shirt most of the time, and blue jeans, as well as only slightly dirty Converses. I suppose I also have a backpack, with simple survival items (flashlight, canteen, jacket, granola bars, Mt. Dew, etc.) as well as a sword (not sure how I walk around with a sword, perhaps it's invisible to normal people, or concealed in some way? Maybe it functions like a TARDIS, with a chameleon circuit, but without space and time travel features?) (Side note: I=Augustus Young, in this part of the application.)
Bio: Augustus lived a pretty mundane life for the first 17 years of his life. Of course, he attempted to make everyday an adventure, y'know, add some excitement to his extraordinarily ordinary life. This led to an enormous imagination on his part, which helped him greatly in his 18th year of living.
It started like any other day, cliched andThe best part of Augustus' life was his two friends: Henry and Rose. They had grown up together, and were very similar in many ways. They all liked to adventure through the 'woods' behind their suburban homes. They all liked to create fantastic stories. In fact, they would often have a competition, as they camped out in the aforementioned woods, to see who could tell the best stories. Henry or Rose nearly always won, telling amazing and fantastic stories about dragons and Hurons (whatever those were) and other amazingly fantastic creatures of myth and legend!Anyways, to continue with the story, Augustus, Henry, and Rose went through school together. They were academically brilliant, but Augustus rarely applied himself, Henry never turned assignments in, and Rose was too timid to excel like other outstanding, but considerably less brilliant, students. So they stayed together, enjoying each other's company, for twelve years. Then, just before graduation, Henry disappeared for several weeks. Neither Rose nor Augustus knew where he had gone, and his parents had refused to talk to most people for several years. So Rose and Augustus worried, and Henry remained gone. They graduated, although Henry wasn't mentioned once during the ceremony. Five weeks later, just after Rose's 18th birthday, Henry showed up at Augustus' house, telling him that he needed to pack the old camping kit, there was no time to explain, just come with him quickly. They went to Rose's house, and she was already packed and ready to go. As they drove down the interstate, Henry explained, mainly to Augustus, that the dragons and creatures Rose and Henry had always spoken of really did exist, and that Henry and Rose were both dragons! Rose simply nodded and told Augustus to stop interupting. So Augustus was told all about this secret mythical world, and that Henry and Rose were in danger, but if Augustus wanted to see them again, he should join the MPA, and Augustus sat in the back seat, very confused and incredulous. Until Rose showed him a small amount of magic.
They dropped Augustus off on a random street, told him to find them soon (without telling where they were going), said their goodbyes, and left. And Augustus looked around, rather startled, rather upset, and vaguely confused. Which is where the RP will pick up, of course!
Alignment: Mystic Protection Agency
Donovan ((Rp'd by Robbhus))
Name: Donovan Kinilan (More known as Kir'Gan [Demon-slayer, read the bio.] )
Age: 27
Species: Human
Species description: N/A
Species Skills/magic: N/A
Magic: Some demon/dark magic. He hardly ever use it though.
Skills: he's strong and fast.
Appearance: This maybe?
Bio: (This is probably worse than the bio I created on Lana...) Donovan had his first encounter with a demon when he was 17. Of some unknown reson he could see them. It was a scary feeling, and he got paranoid. He quited all studies and moved out of the city he lived on to live in the middle of nowhere. One day he saw someone getting attacked by amn demon near where he lived. It was a old man. All on instinct he rushed forward and attacked the demon. It ended up with him winning (Suprisingly enough) He took the demons sword (The one on the picture) and helped the attacked person. It was acctuialy a retired hunter. The former hunter gave him a new name becasuse of his deed. Kir'Gan. The demon slayer. He teached Donovan some magic before he left this world. After that, Donovan started his quest to wipe this world clean of all un-natural things. He mainly focus on demons though, but he's a feared hunter among all races.
Alignment: Hunter (You guys seriously need more hunters... Im the first one -.- )
Other: I'm angry more than 4 times a day.
William ((Rp'd by Maximus))
Name: William Redge
Age: 18
Species: Human
Magic: Lightning
Skills: Archery. He is also good with daggers. Fast and agile.
Appearance: Long brown hair, light blue eyes, 5'5", medium build. He usually wears a dark blue shirt, dark blue jacket, black pants, dark blue sneakers and dark blue shades 'cause they look cool.
Bio: William lived an average life before he discovered the secret world of mystical stuff. He did quite well in school. Mostly A's. He didn't have many friends. He was thought as a creepy dude by most of his fellow classmates. He was in ninth grade when he found out about the secret world of beasts. He met some dude when they were walking home from school. He was new to this neighborhood. He and William became friends quickly. They both liked each others humor. One day he didn't go to school. William thought nothing of it. After a week of absence his friend came back to school. He was different though, strange. He acted a bit weirdly. When William asked him what was wrong he said nothing at first, but after some prying he finally cracked. He told William that he was part of a secret organization created for the purpose of finding and destroying mythological creatures. William, of course, did not believe his friend. Until he proved it. By showing him a dead dragon. At first Will was like "what?" Then his friend told him this story about how these unnatural beasts were roaming the earth and how he was chosen to hunt them. William, thinking his life was boring, wanted to join. So he did. William excelled past his friend. His friend wasn't very smart. William has to save him a lot. William had practiced archery since he was 11 so he uses a bow for combat.
Alignment: Hunter
Mystical Creatures
Robert Morris ((Rp'd by me))
Name: Robert Morris
Age: 22
Species: Dragon
Species description: Dragons are large, reptilian creatures who possess wings. Their scale colors can vary wildly from father to son, and even from twin to twin. They have human, or above human intellegence, and usually have huge claws on any and all of their non-wing limbs. Their scutes tend to be a different color than their normal scale color, and their eyes have slitted pupils...oddly enough, they can actually see very well, and even in color. They can be anywhere from 5'-10' tall, and are...oddly lighter than humans, on average. They sometimes have spikes running down their spine, and can be either bipedal, or quadrapedal.
Species Skills/magic: Dragons are always capable of flight (unless they get too fat), and can usually breathe fire, or... something else. They are oddly adept at using illusion magic, and their eyes can see right through any illusions anyone else would make... however, their bones are hollow, and they depend on not getting hit with any kind of blunt weapon... such as a hammer. Any other abilities they may have are from the individual, not the species, itself.
Magic: Robert is, or will be, gifted at using lightning-based magic, he can also heal, somewhat, and use magic to aid others... by adding to their offensive prowess, speed, or defensive capabilities.
Skills: Robert can (or will be able to) combine any of his spells with his claws, he is also very fast (or will be), however, he is clumsy at using weapons, and will end up using only his claws in combat.
Appearance: As a human, Robert is...well, somewhat chubby. He has brown hair, and oddly enough, his brown eyes have orange spots on them... he stands at a somewhat short 5'8". As a dragon, he is... hilariously not an inch taller than he was, however, he obviously lacks hair and other such things. His scales are blue, with his scutes, wing membrane, and spikes being a sky blue. He has white scales in a lightning pattern down both of the sides of his body, starting from the back of his orange eyes. His claws are pitch balck, and it's farily obvious that he is NOT meant to take a hit.
Bio: Robert always liked dragons, almost to the point of an obsession. He would always daydream of being one, though, unlike most who daydreamed, this seemed to not effect his grades in school. For a while, he thought he was just an average kid, this changed, however, when the school bullies approached him when he was in the second grade. They asked him for his Gameboy Color, and the four games he brought with him to school, when he refused, the three bullies tried to beat him up, however, little did either party know... things just weren't going to go down as they normally would. Once the first one approached, Robert punched the kid, and sent him back ten feet. Obviously, that kid was done fighting, that's when the other two tried rushing him at the same time... Robert then picked one of them up, the smaller one, and swung him into the bigger one, knocking both of the kids out. He then seemed to snap out of some sort of trance, and looked at the three, scared... In the fourth grade, he was playing outside in the rain (not the smartest thing to do), and actually ended up getting struck by lightning... however, he wasn't even so much as damaged. To this day, Robert tries to make sense of all of this... of course, he doesn't know the truth... YET. He is currently in Lucky city (old Rp reference, and the starting city), on the bus, trying to put the pieces together.
Alignment: N/A
Ona ((Rp'd by Spyro))
Name: Ona T'kel Deathscale
Age: Born in the Plain of Burning Ice in the Era of the Monstrosities, Year 33961: 6,839 years old.
Species: Huron
Species description: The Hurons. In a rare case that a Black Dragon of soul can take away the very being of a Red Dragon of the Mind, that Dragon turns into a Human, actually no, a Huron. A human that, every so often, may transform into his original Dragon Form, it is not as strong as it naturally used to be.. but it still flies!
Species Skills/magic: All Hurons were once Dragons, so they have assorted abilities...
Magic: Mind Reading, Erasing Small amounts of Memory, and Fire Breath.. fire breath is restricted to Dragon Form (Please?)
Skills: When I transform into human form, my Fire Breath ability is taken from me and falls in the form of a heavy mace called the Her'Gett Flame. It can be flipped back into a lock to shoot burning Crossbow Bolts.
Appearance: I have shoulder length, unkempt brown hair, and olive green eyes... in my muscular right hand I carry a huge mace.... the top of it as large as a small hedge! I am a little taller then most Humans, all Hurons are, but, unless I transform.. I will probably tell everyone that I am Human, but, in the mean time... I'm naked...
Bio: Ona T'kel Deathscale... the Last living heir to the Throne of Her'Gett Deathscale, has at last faced his long sworn Enemy, Thal'Tek... and in a massive battle... Thal'tek Managed to Grasp Ona's Sould... and tear it apart... Ona did not die. That is the Black Dragon's catch. They cannot Kill! But, in a final attemp, as Ona fell through the portal to Modern Day Earth.. he reached out with his mind... he could feel himself changing.. first his wings.. then his scales... as he slowly turned human, time seemed to slow down... as he entered Thal'Tek's unprotected mind.. and tore away his memories and drove him insane..... What seemed like an eternity later, Ona crashed to the ground in a Meteor-Style crator.... he stood.. and looked around... he saw a mace next to him.. he picked it up and swung it around... and smiled... he limped off the the nearby town, quite visible... naked... and injured..
Alignment: -
Evera ((Rp'd by Enorym))
Name: Evera "Alfred" Dwyer
Age: 28
Species: ??? (The species has no name, but are commonly referred to as Bioweapons... However, they are not quite the same, as the species is born and in the shape of a human, not created. In fact, this species is probably more closely related to shapeshifters.)
Species description: This species is born in the shape of a human... However, some of them end up taking a different "true form" as they grow. This species matures MUCH faster than a human, and live about twice as long.
Species Skills/magic: This species is known for it's ability to mutate, duplicate and remove cells... Indeed, very similar to shapeshifters, but not quite the same. This type of mutation is a lot more... disturbing, to say the least. Since this species finds it a lot more difficult to mutate, not only is it more painful, but it's also a lot more difficult to change into something else... and change back. This can lead to rather disturbing and macabre mutations (imagine necromorphs from Dead Space). If the ability is harnessed correctly, the user can change in less painful ways, and to their will (imagine shapeshifting in Prototype). It takes a tremendous amount of skill and luck to transform precisely and exactly into what you want (if you were decently skilled and tried to turn into a fox, then maybe a 1 in 100 chance). However, this style of shapeshifting can lead to some pretty nasty injuries, like losing your arms. Yeah.
Magic: Evera doesn't have the ability to use magic... yet. He will probably end up using mind magic, and maybe fire magic.
Skills: He knows how to handle a gun, and is decent at hand-to-hand and close combat. He is good at using computers, and for some reason, parkour. He can also play violin and piano, but neither will probably help him in any way.
Appearance: Evera is tall and slim. He is quite pale, and his hair is neat, and black. His eye color is gray. He is almost always wearing a black suit or tuxedo, the typical butler clothing.
Bio: Evera had appeared as a human ever since he was born. Neither he nor his parents knew what he was or what he could do. He got great grades in school, and despite being so thin, was very fit. He also was very polite, polite enough that even most bullies wouldn't bother fighting or insulting him. When he grew older, he eventually found himself in the FBI. Evera spent several years in the FBI, before deciding to become a butler for the Queenston family. After he became a butler, people started calling him Alfred, the stereotypical name for a butler... or sometimes, simply called "butler." After that, he continued with a rather normal life as a butler... until one day, a car pulled up to the house, and a man in a suit asked to see Evera (that man is one of the magic users. Or something. idk.)
Alignment: N/A
Camilla ((Rp'd by Lavulman))
Name: Camilla Nexus
Age: 18
Species: 3/4 Human
well, she does sort of fall into the 3/4 human 1/4 other-species trope... Fitting that info into this little niche here. Camilla reserves some of their traits, but not all.
Species description: Reptilicus are, well, reptilian. They stand on two legs, Their heads protrude forwards instead of upwards, they have four clawed fingers on each hand (counting the thumbs, of course), and can sport a variety of different scale colors. They all, however, have deep, emerald-green eyes.
They live for a long time, around 800 human years, but their appearance differs vastly as they age. Adolescents and adults can range from five and a half to eight feet tall, and are very agile, preferring to use a combination of exotic, though mundane weapons and magic in tandem when fighting. They tend to engage in friendly, one-on-one sparring matches, either for fun or as the species' preferred way of settling disputes. However, as they grow old, they decrease vastly in size and strength, and tend to retire to their studies, perfecting their magic, which is now their only reliable means of defense, and learning more about the world.
It has been a subject of speculation of whether Reptilicus are more closely related to dragons or reptiles, but no credible studies have been taken to prove or disprove any of these theories.
Species Skills/magic: Reptilicus are very fast and agile. They are also very adept in most forms of magic. One magical skill they always seem to master at an early age is the ability to walk on water and other liquids at will. They are still quite accomplished swimmers, however. They are resistant to all but the most extreme temperatures, but they despise the cold. Adolescents and younger adults are adept in combat with light to mid-weight weaponry and combat magic, such as the summoning of blades and simple shields from the ether, while the elders are much more skilled in magic in the illusory and destructory fields, to the extent of being able to cast gigantic illusions of incredible detail to disguise their shelters. In relation to this, Reptilicus seem to be able to see through most illusions. Older Reptilicus also spend much of their time sculpting and magically animating statues, often modeled after their younger warriors, to fight for them or perform menial tasks.
Magic: Can summon magical blades to use in combat, walk on water, and conjure simple shields/wards to deflect weak physical attacks or magic. Will be stunned for a brief period if the shield breaks, however.
Skills: Can run quite a bit faster than most humans, and is better at jumping/climbing. Resistant to high temperatures, but doesn't fair well in the cold. Could see through simple illusions, but doesn't have the proper training to do so. She can easily see through most Reptilicus-made illusions without effort, however, as well as read their language. Pretty skilled with light or medium weight melee weapons, but nowhere near as good with ranged or heavy weaponry...
Appearance: About five-foot seven. Sports an unnaturally brilliant shade of emerald-green eyes. Prefers her black hair done so it doesn't get in the way of what she's doing, but, redundantly, lets a small braid on each side of her face stay as it is.
Bio: Camilla never knew her parents. Her foster parents were very nice to her, but they came from a family of aristocrats that were a major source of funding for the Hunters since ancient times. They hid neither this fact nor their knowledge of 'mythical' creatures from her. They told her stories of malevolent beasts that preyed upon the weak, until the Hunters came to throw them from their seats of tyranny. She didn't dispute this; she had no other viewpoints or opinions to convince her otherwise. Camilla knew her green eyes were different, but she made little attempt to hide them. She thought of it as a symbol of her individuality. Her stumbled-upon ability to walk on water, however, was something she kept a secret even from her family.
Camilla had very little contact with others outside her family. She never went to public schools, her parents would only allow the best of tutors to educate her in most fields, including the art of the blade.
At the age of eighteen, she was old, skilled, and knowledgable enough to start her career with the Hunters. It would be easy enough, she reassured herself. She'd have to do a few simple jobs while her family's status moved her up the ranks until she reached a favorable position.
Camilla passed the admission course with ease, and she was ready for her first assignment. She was to go to a valley with two others, to kill an alleged necromancer hiding there, using the bones of soldiers who died there in a battle ages ago for ghastly experiments. It was a long trek, and their standard-issue armor and swords were heavy and cumbersome for her, which her peers taunted her endlessly for, but they made it there eventually. Her fellow Hunters had no idea where to look, but part of the hill shimmered to her. She pointed it out to her comrades, but they didn't seem to notice. She sighed, walked over to the area in question, and, to her surprise, gave way as she leaned against it! Her comrades quickly followed and did the same.
They emerged into a large library complex, but with no undead to be found... In the center, they found their target, his back turned to a table, writing a book. The alleged necromancer shut the book, as if he'd finished it, and turned his face to them. The reptilian creature started to ready some form of magic and an ornate-looking dagger, but then their eyes met. His, though old and somewhat milky, were a brilliant shade of green, much like her own. Camilla was mesmerized by this. He put the dagger back on the table, and let the magic energy dissolve into the air. Was he accepting his death with some sort of comforting knowledge? Camilla's comrades either didn't notice or didn't care. They simply impaled the mage on the spot, and as his blood pooled on the floor, something inside Camilla snapped. Next thing she knew, both her peers were lying on the floor, blood coming from the chinks in their armor.
She started to come to terms with what she'd just done. She'd ruined her entire life. It was laid out right in front of her, and she threw it aside... she knew she couldn't hide this forever, they'd either know she was lying or they'd send another party in after they didn't get a response. She couldn't go back to her parents either. The disappointment along with the punishment would just be too much to bear. She took the book and the dagger off of the table, leaving her Hunter's armor and broadsword on the floor.
She opened the book. It was written in a language alien to her, yet she could somehow understand it. It detailed the mage's acknowlegement of his age, 790 years, and that his time was short. His only wish was some way to pass his knowledge down, and this book was to be his fulfillment of that wish one way or another. She shut the book, deciding that she could read the rest later. She decided go to Lucky City, far away from her home, and read the book along the way. By the time she arrived at her destination, she could already summon blades and shields...
Alignment: N/A. Would be subject to attack by Hunters for betraying them, and possibly the MPA due to her background with the former, although she doesn't know of her unique bloodline either, so they'd just as likely take her in...
Kassy ((Rp'd by Teknonik))
Name: Kassy Jenica Black
Age: 11
Species: Half-Dragon, Half-Human.
Magic: Control over Lighting, telekinesis and shape shifting.
Skills: Strong Sight and hearing. Flight ((Would that go here?)), and basic knowledge of mechanics...
Appearance:
Human Form -- Blond Hair, Purple Eyes, Small, and Pale Skin. My wings and Tail always show, which I must hide with a robe of some sorts...
Dragon Form -- Dragon form is Purple colored, with very small streaks of silver running down my back. I am also very small for my breed...
Bio: When I was born, normal dragons would instantly look like Humans, to keep them hidden. But, I didn't, and my Parents had no clue on how to help that, so they were forced to release me into the world, where I had to defend on my own all my life... Many people saw me, and reported me, but were always thought of to be crazy, or 'fake'... It's been 11 years since I was set out by my parents, and I never knew who they were... As of now, I have never seen my Human Form, but i believe it will happen soon, in only a matter of hours...
Waskom and River ((RP'd by Waskomsause))
Name: Waskom Frost.
Age: 20 ((Hes very VERY young for a shifter))
Species: Shifter
Species description: They have no set form, they tend to look like whatever species is most powerful, to avoid being killed.
Species Skills/magic: Shape shifting, also able to leap (Teleport) 10 feet.
Magic: Shifting, being able to look likee any other species they want, even some they have only seen, most commone forms are. Human and dragon. They can also teleport, but they call it leaping, because they can only go abou 10 feet.
Skills: Able to use swords, bows, guns they find useless, but mostly they use hand to hand, as guns and weapons tend to not work against shifters who are skilled in combat. Guns have no use, as they can take hits and walk away like nothing happened.
Appearance: Waskom's main form is a human, about 20 years old, same as his age, tall, light tan skin, always wears a black suit with white shirt and red tie, has dark brown hair, and sapphire blue eyes. He is about 200 LBs, but his muscle makes up about 1/3 that amount. He also uses a werewolf form to fight if needed.
Bio: Waskom has always lived with humans, as a child his parents were a human couple who knew of his powers, they hid him away, keeping him safe. They were part of a small group who cared for baby creatures, and even had knights to defend them. They are now dead, killed while proteting him... he has since lived a normal life, and has a job with a well know weapons shop that makes bows and swords. He found another shifter like him, her name... is River frost, they married a few years ago, but it was not made legal due to them doing so under assumed names, and even new faces.
Alignment: ((Soon to be)) Mystic Protection Agency
Other: He always carries a sword with him, an odd sword that that becomes a 8 inch bowie knife when he needs to hide it, and even becomes a common set of glasses when he needs to hide the weapon all the way.
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Name: River Frost.
Age: 20 ((very young for a shifter))
Species: Shifter
Species description: They have no set form, they tend to look like whatever species is most powerful, to avoid being killed.
Species Skills/magic: Shape shifting, also able to leap (Teleport) 10 feet.
Magic: Shifting, being able to look likee any other species they want, even some they have only seen, most commone forms are. Human and dragon. They can also teleport, but they call it leaping, because they can only go abou 10 feet.
Skills: Able to use swords, bows, guns they find useless, but mostly they use hand to hand, as guns and weapons tend to not work against shifters who are skilled in combat. Guns have no use, as they can take hits and walk away like nothing happened.
Appearance: Tall, thin, light tan skin, odd silver hair, sapphire blue eyes, always wears a T-shirt, jeans, and flip flops, her left ear has a diamond stud in it, and she always wears a diamond ring.
Bio: She has been with waskom for 5 years, and since that day shes always had a feeling her and waskom were meant to do something for the world... Shes always been a little odd, never wanting to take human form, but doing so to keep from beign spotted. Her "true form" as she calls it, is that of a large kitsune, a form she saw when her ans waskom went to japan, and met another shifter, she uses this form to fight.
Alignment: ((Soon to be)) Mystic Protection Agency
Other: Always carries a bow with her, the bow can take the form of a common pen. Has a strong yet beautiful british accent.
Esp ((Rp'd by shiny_esp))
Name: Goes by Esp. Birth name is Michael Michaelson, but who wants to have a name like that?
Age: 16.
Species: Human/Allazei- Change- Cat
Species description: The Allazei are a mystical sub-race. Technically, any race can become an Allazei. The definition of the Allazei is that at when reaching maturity, a guardian Spirit endows its properties upon the Allazei. There are two sub-categories of the Allazei as well, one representing Change and the other Tradition. Change Allazei are excellent with modern technology and are adapted to an urban environment, while Tradition Allazei are best at medieval warfare and are adapted more towards surviving in the wilderness. The two branches have a long-lasting feud.
Species Skills/magic: The Allazei are jacks-of-all-trades, and mostly depend on their guardian Spirit. Bears make for excellent melee fighters and are ferocious in combat, the Cat is equivalent to an assassin, et cetera. ANY animal can be a guardian Spirit, while some are excellent at fighting others are good at healing and other utilities.
Magic: As a Cat Allazei, Esp can use magic relating to stealth. Magic abilities are mostly short-range blink spells to close space or escape.
Skills: Excellent with daggers. Can hide in shadows better than other people can. Also can do parkour and fall greater distances without injuring himself, as well as an excellent climber. Can imitate voices to a degree. Good with technology.
Appearance: Think cat-people from FF XIII. If not, spiked hair with cat ears, slight tail. Usually seen wearing a close-fitting shorts and t-shirt. Lean and lanky, not particularly muscular but there's no spare pounds of flesh on him. Is about 6'3", including hair and ears.
Bio: Born as a Human child to AJ Michaelson and Penelope Nielsen, he grew up in a relatively mythologic-free environment. His parents died when he was about thirteen, but he somehow adapted to it and lived fairly well for a homeless person. He had a few friends, didn't understand girls, played video games a lot. Money was never a problem, for some reason. It all changed when he turned sixteen, though...
I woke up, light streaming through the dusty window. I grumbled and rolled around for a moment, then opened my eyes an inch, seeing if there was anyone in the room before I woke up. When you live alone in the city streets, here, there's way too many weirdos hanging around to think you're safe all the time. Seeing nobody, I get out of bed and inspect my hideout. As usual, I have my laptop on the desk, the lamp in the corner, the bed that I sleep on, and the window. Nothing missing... but something just felt wrong.
Pulling out my iPhone, I check the time. I've got an hour before I have to go grab the bus. I sit down at the desk, turn on my laptop, and play a game of League of Legends. "Last day of school," I say. "What could go wrong?"
The game's over in thirty minutes, I steal Baron at around 24:00 and my team crushes them immediately after. Considering that I don't have enough time to play another round, I shut down my laptop, put it in my backpack, and exit my hideout. I open the door, light streaming through the entrance. I stop for a moment as my eyes adapt to the light, then climb down the fire escape to the ground. My hideout's on the third floor of an abandoned hotel, and I enjoy it. It's better than a few places I've been at.
I jog to the bus stop at a brief pace, carefully avoiding other people as I run through the alleys. I note that there's an above-average number of cats in the alleys, seemingly watching me. I stop for a moment and look around, but they're all gone. Shaking off the eerie feeling, I keep running, and I make it to the bus stop with no problems. School was awesome that day. We did basically nothing, and I just sat in the cafeteria and played a few round of League on the school's internet with a few of my buddies. School was over before I knew it.
On the walk home, I note the above-average number of alley cats once again. As I reach my hideout, though, I decide against staying home and go to the park. The eerie feeling that I had grew greater as I walked towards there. A few shady characters hang out around the edges, but I forge into the forest inside the park, searching for quiet.
There, in the middle of the forest, I found another alley cat. That's odd, I think. Why is an alley cat here? "Shoo," I mutter, trying to brush it off. "I don't have time for you." As the cat becomes more insistent, however, I reach over to pick him up and remove him from my forest glade. Instead, as I touch him, my brain almost explodes. Images, instincts, smells, emotions, sounds, a massive explosion of random objects explode through my vision. I black out for a moment, then wake up almost instantly.
There's a silvery-looking cat sitting in front of me, with literally nothing else in view. Not white, not black, just... nothing, I guess. I almost jump when the cat meows, "You have been chosen, young Human."
"What the hell? What do you mean? Where am I?" I respond. This was absolutely bizarre, and my life was already pretty not-average.
"You already know. You should think before you ask." The cat says it almost scathingly. "You have been chosen to be an Allazei, one of the last of our race. But before all this, you should know a few things. This world is not what it seems." The cat flicks its tail back and forth. "Creatures that you think of as mythical are real."
"But-but-" I stop with my mouth still open. I was about to ask, But they're mythical... right? but I knew that it was wrong. Whatever that mind-blast was, it definitely was concise and got the point across. I already knew that they weren't mythical.
"Perhaps the myths that we hear of them aren't true," says the cat. "But there is definitely something there. For example, dragons. Nearly every world culture has some reference to dragons, yet there is no scientific proof. Instantly dismissed as fake! You humans are ridiculously dense. If there are dragons everywhere, then there must be something similar to a dragon, or must have previously been. At any rate, it's your job to survive in this bizarre world. Good luck."
With a million questions still on my mind, the cat disappears, and I am once again in the park. Wondering how long that took, I grab my iPhone... but it's absolutely bizarre. There's another button on the top. Curious, I click it, and the phone dissolves into a nasty-looking pair of daggers. They glow slightly, which gives them a mystical air. Well, if this is real... then it probably is all real. I click a button on the bottom of the knifes simultaneously, and they transform back into my iPhone. "Well, that's just ing wonderful," I say. "Might as well learn how to-" I see my reflection in the darkened screen of my iPhone. I look absolutely bizarre, like I'm 5% cat or something. "This better be some sort of a dream," I say. Clicking on the iPhone, I note that the time is exactly the same as it was right before the incident with the cat. "Well, I better figure out something." I head back to my hideout, moving with extra caution and avoiding people whenever possible. Who knows, they might not even be real?
I grunt consider the Microsoft Word document. It's several hundred pages long- a diary since the day I lost my parents. Today was the longest as of yet, and the strangest. I shut the computer down, place my iPhone in my pocket, and exit my hideout. If this world was real, then there must be others like me.
Alignment: Mythical creature, may gravitate around towards other organizations as time passes and I get a feel for the organizations. I couldn't find a description of them anywhere, so I don't know if I want to join up with anyone yet.
Drake ((Rp'd by IceBeam))
Name: Drake Ludac
Age: 19
Species: Reptilicus
Species description:
Species Skills/magic:
Magic: Photokineses. Aka, the controlling of how much light there is in a specific place.
Skills: Running away.
Appearance: Detailed picture:
Bio: Drake was born on 1993, may 1st. He had grown up like a normal lizard, shedding every now and then, and often ran from battles. He had a great interest in the sun and moon and the sky, and the light that radiates off of the stars. Sometimes they were brighter, and sometimes they were darker. He didn't know why they changed like they did. One time, when he was about to be shot by a bowman, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them, it was dark. The bowman had missed his shot, and Drake Ludac ran away, before getting exhausted and sleeping in a cave. A human was also camping there, and Drake had killed the man in his sleep, and slipped on some of the armor he had. It wasn't very good, because it was just fur and leather, and it made him itch a lot. He wanders around, with the small dagger he had gotten from the corpse, as well.
Alignment:
Charcoal and Dewdrop ((Rp'd by Absol))
Name: Charcoal
Age: 21
Species: Flame Wolf.
Species description: Flame Wolves have insanely strong jaws, capable of snapping a steel sword, and are very fast. But due to this, they has low defense. They have long tails and flame red symbols along their sides. They are weak to water and immune to fire.
Species Skills/magic: They can shoot fireballs from their mouth as an attack.
Magic: Can shoot fireballs from her mouth and can cover herself in fire.
Skills: Claws and teeth
Appearance:
Charcoal when she's covered in fire. But the fire's blue:
Bio: Charcoal was unlike other Flame Wolves at her age as she knew how to shoot fireballs, but her fire was blue. She was picked on for this, and she ran away, not wanting anything to do with her pack anymore. She met up with a Water wolf called Dewdrop on her travels, and she'd been traveling with Dewdrop ever since.
Alignment: Mythical creature of MissingNo.
Other: I wanted to do these two 'cus they're like suede sisters.
Name: Dewdrop
Age: 21
Species: Water Wolf
Species description: Water Wolves have insanely strong jaws, capable of snapping a steel sword, and are very fast. But due to this, they has low defense. They have long tails and watery blue symbols along their sides. They are weak to earth and immune to fire and water.
Species Skills/magic: They can shoot high pressure water guns from their mouth as an attack.
Magic: can shoot high pressure water guns from her mouth as an attack, can cover self in water
Skills: Claws and teeth
Appearance:
Dewdrop when she's covered in water. But the water's emerald green:
Bio: Dewdrop was unlike other Water Wolves at her age as she knew how to shoot water guns, but her water was an emerald green. She was picked on for this, and she ran away, not wanting anything to do with her pack anymore. She met up with a Flame wolf called Charcoal on her travels, and she'd been traveling with Charcoal ever since.
Alignment: Mythical creature of MissingNo.
Deravan ((Rp'd by Evanist))
Name: Deravan Letendre (unoriginal name... I know)
Age: 19
Species:Phoenix
Species description: The pheonix looks like giant birds, with their feathers of the color of the element they are. Their wings are rather large, capable to make them fly in the air at a rather good speed. Every pheonix element has their own characteristics that are different. Pheonix are capable of immense intelligence the older they get, but a side effect of this is that when a pheonix dies, it loses all its memories, to then get reborn again. Those memory though, can reappear later in a phoenix life. They usually keep a human form so people dont get scared of them.
Species Skills/magic: Depending on the element they are, the pheonix are strong in their respective element, and those who are close to it. For example, a fire pheonix would be strong in fire, but be able to use slightly lightning abilitys. They have the ability to fly in the air, and see better then humans. They can also be reborn as a egg when they die. They also have some mental powers, like telepathy and if they master it enough, mind reading.
Magic: Rune magic. Can create runes on equipment, on apply runes on people to do different effect. Right now he has 3 runes:
Rune of shock: Apply a discharge on the target, or add a shocking attack to a weapon
Rune of blaze: Set the target ablaze, or add a fire coating to a weapon.
Rune of regeneration: When applied to a target, wounds heal at an incredible speed. Useful when used on bandages.
he also has Earth-based magic.
Skills: Strong on hand-to-hand combat. He is also good with a crossbow. He can now fly...and, thankfully summon vines to stil be able to use his crossbow.
Appearance:
(Because I hate describing... and trying to think about a apparence... Decided this from kh3d)
Bio:
Deravan had a normal life. Normal school, normal parents. Everything seemed normal for him, nothing real spectacular. Life was rather dull... until he met his best friend at the age of 15. It all started over a small gaming competition. Not much else that could be added. But after a while, it was only him, and his soon to be best friend. They were at it, shooting in the game, going tactic, moving full speed and jumping around. When the match had ended, he had been beaten, but by a very close score. The difference was all in one kill in the game. Deravan should have been bummed about losing, but the guy walked up to him. He was smiling. He told him that he never had so much a challenge in that game, and that they should do it more often. He gave him his address. Deravan did not know what to do. He wanted to beat that guy, prove his worth. So he did go to his house, and they started playing more. The more they played, the better friends they become. It was like a friendly competition between the two.
A month after thought, his friend showed him.... what he really was. He told him to never tell anyone. He was a light dragon, and his parents also... Deravan was very surprise by the fact, but kept the secret. They continued to have fun, even with that secret that was out. Sometimes his friend would go and give him a flight in the sky, just for the heck of it. Everything was great... until that day.
Deravan was 18. He was at his friend house, playing and having the normal competition, when someone ran the doorbell. His friend looked at him, and went to answer. Then... the door broke loose. Man with armor and swords rushed in the house, and killed his friends parents. Deravan could not believe it. He was scared. His friend looked at him, and told him to run, before getting hit and killed by a sword. Something then... broke loose in Deravan. A pure hatred... a pure rage. He rushed to the man that killed his friend, and grabbed his sword with full... inhuman force. He then hit the man right in the chest, sending him flying and... setting him ablaze! The others man then tried to go and hit Deravan, but then Deravans new sword was set in fire, and he started to strike the man full force, cutting them into pieces. After the mans were dead... Deravan had passed out.
He woke up the next day in the hospital. People said that some pyromaniacs had set the house on fire... and that Deravan was saved by the firefighter. But Deravan knew what happen. He looked at his hand that had some burn marks. How did he... do that... and how did he survive that fire. And... who were these man. He felt rage inside of him. A demand for justice.
Weeks later, he had exited the hospital, but never the same. That day was marked in his soul as deep as it could be. He had soon learned by himself some new rune skills. He also heard... something about a Mystic Protection Agency, thought he did not know where they were. He had kept searching for them in his spare time, wishing that one day, he could exact revenge for his friend.
Alignment: Mystic Protection Agency
Other:
Enirb ((Rp'd by KaBling))
Name: Enirb Jerio
Age: 17
Species: Phoenix
Species description: N/A
Species Skills/magic: N/A
Magic: Only fire magic, then only dark magic
Skills: (Obviously) fly, very fast.
Appearance: Brown and white feathers (red and white when fire is being used, purple and white when dark is being used), chipped yellow beak, green-yellow eyes, slightly tall, looks a bit vicious, white claws.
Bio: Born in a cave, Enirb's parents were killed by an weird looking figure, while the figure didn't know where he was. Enirb fought his way up, as he had to fend for himself. He left when humans came, to the (starting) town, as there was no where else to go. He wants to avenge his parents and explore the world.
Alignment: N/A
Other: Ditto means same or already, while my character is from 'This is the situation', an RP you used to
manage. The missing number is 4 (unlucky number to me, I'm Chinese)
Tanisha ((Rp'd by Creeperlink))
Name: Tanisha Hartzler
Age: 18
Species: Phoenix
Species description:
Species Skills/magic:
Magic: She is very skilled at fire magic, but can also use lightning and earth magic.
Skills: She is pretty good with a bow, but prefers to use magic attacks.
Appearance:Human Form:
Phoenix Form:
Bio: Tanisha lost her parents at an early age, and was sent to an orphanage along with her brother. Here, she was protected from hunters and trained to defend herself from Hunters. When she turned 18, she was able to use very advanced fire magic, and she left the orphanage, thinking she was ready to face the Hunters. She was wrong. She rented an appartment in the city, not knowing there were cameras everywhere. The Hunters found out she was a Phoenix, and that the orphanage was really a training center for mystical creatures. They raided her appartment in the middle of the night, and she tried to defend herself, but she discovered that the Hunters were just as good with magic as she was. She escaped by changing into her phoenix form and flying out the window, and returned to the orphanage for more training. When she got there, she was startled to see that it had been destroyed, and there was a bunch of Hunters loading dead bodies into the back of a truck. She saw them throw her brother in, and instantly knew that she was alone.
Alignment:
Other: The missing number is 4
Derek ((Rp'd by Chrono))
Name: Derek
Age: 12
Species: Unknown -- he doesn't know what he is, and the MPA won't know once/if they try to see. He still thinks he's human, but he isn't sure anymore.
Species description: Do you think that's possible?
Species Skills/magic: Do you think that's possible?
Magic:
Skills: Knife throwing
Nothing else has been found out.
Appearance:
This guy is from a Pokemon manga.
Bio:
I used to just live a normal life. I had a couple friends, I went to school, but I had...problems. Behavior problems. I could snap and go crazy immediately, but I learned to control it. Then, everything changed.
It all started when I had went to a restaurant near our house. Some...THING (Rouge Mythical) attacked, and the place was in ruins. Some people came and tried to fight back (Hunters, not corrupted), but to no avail. The thing came towards me, but I dodged. I realized I had to fight back. I looked for something those guys had dropped when trying to hit that thing, and I found a knife. I sent it towards the thing like a boomerang, and I got a hit. It attacked, and I couldn't dodge this time. I was struck with full force, yet I felt no pain. All I felt was myself...I snapped.
The next thing I knew, I was standing above that thing. It was...dead. I sat down in a daze, and one of those guys came up to me. They told me I had a strength...like no human could have. They took me in (temporarily) so I could figure out some things...including who I really am.
Alignment: N/A
Other: I qualified for this in advance in the IC thread about a week ago.
Current Bestiary:
Dragon
Species description: Dragons are large, reptilian creatures who possess wings. Their scale colors can vary wildly from father to son, and even from twin to twin. They have human, or above human intellegence, and usually have huge claws on any and all of their non-wing limbs. Their scutes tend to be a different color than their normal scale color, and their eyes have slitted pupils...oddly enough, they can actually see very well, and even in color. They can be anywhere from 5'-10' tall, and are...oddly lighter than humans, on average. They sometimes have spikes running down their spine, and can be either bipedal, or quadrapedal.
Species Skills/magic: Dragons are always capable of flight (unless they get too fat), and can usually breathe fire, or... something else. They are oddly adept at using illusion magic, and their eyes can see right through any illusions anyone else would make... however, their bones are hollow, and they depend on not getting hit with any kind of blunt weapon... such as a hammer. Any other abilities they may have are from the individual, not the species, itself.
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Huron
Species description: The Hurons. In a rare case that a Black Dragon of soul can take away the very being of a Red Dragon of the Mind, that Dragon turns into a Human, actually no, a Huron. A human that, every so often, may transform into his original Dragon Form, it is not as strong as it naturally used to be.. but it still flies!
Species Skills/magic: All Hurons were once Dragons, so they have assorted abilities...
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Species description: This species is born in the shape of a human... However, some of them end up taking a different "true form" as they grow. This species matures MUCH faster than a human, and live about twice as long.
Species Skills/magic: This species is known for it's ability to mutate, duplicate and remove cells... Indeed, very similar to shapeshifters, but not quite the same. This type of mutation is a lot more... disturbing, to say the least. Since this species finds it a lot more difficult to mutate, not only is it more painful, but it's also a lot more difficult to change into something else... and change back. This can lead to rather disturbing and macabre mutations (imagine necromorphs from Dead Space). If the ability is harnessed correctly, the user can change in less painful ways, and to their will (imagine shapeshifting in Prototype). It takes a tremendous amount of skill and luck to transform precisely and exactly into what you want (if you were decently skilled and tried to turn into a fox, then maybe a 1 in 100 chance). However, this style of shapeshifting can lead to some pretty nasty injuries, like losing your arms. Yeah.
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Reptilicus
Species description: Reptilicus are, well, reptilian. They stand on two legs, Their heads protrude forwards instead of upwards, they have four clawed fingers on each hand (counting the thumbs, of course), and can sport a variety of different scale colors. They all, however, have deep, emerald-green eyes.
They live for a long time, around 800 human years, but their appearance differs vastly as they age. Adolescents and adults can range from five and a half to eight feet tall, and are very agile, preferring to use a combination of exotic, though mundane weapons and magic in tandem when fighting. They tend to engage in friendly, one-on-one sparring matches, either for fun or as the species' preferred way of settling disputes. However, as they grow old, they decrease vastly in size and strength, and tend to retire to their studies, perfecting their magic, which is now their only reliable means of defense, and learning more about the world.
It has been a subject of speculation of whether Reptilicus are more closely related to dragons or reptiles, but no credible studies have been taken to prove or disprove any of these theories.
Species Skills/magic: Reptilicus are very fast and agile. They are also very adept in most forms of magic. One magical skill they always seem to master at an early age is the ability to walk on water and other liquids at will. They are still quite accomplished swimmers, however. They are resistant to all but the most extreme temperatures, but they despise the cold. Adolescents and younger adults are adept in combat with light to mid-weight weaponry and combat magic, such as the summoning of blades and simple shields from the ether, while the elders are much more skilled in magic in the illusory and destructory fields, to the extent of being able to cast gigantic illusions of incredible detail to disguise their shelters. In relation to this, Reptilicus seem to be able to see through most illusions. Older Reptilicus also spend much of their time sculpting and magically animating statues, often modeled after their younger warriors, to fight for them or perform menial tasks.
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Shifter
Species description: They have no set form, they tend to look like whatever species is most powerful, to avoid being killed.
Species Skills/magic: Shape shifting, also able to leap (Teleport) 10 feet.
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Pheonix
Species description: The pheonix looks like giant birds, with their feathers of the color of the element they are. Their wings are rather large, capable to make them fly in the air at a rather good speed. Every pheonix element has their own characteristics that are different. Pheonix are capable of immense intelligence the older they get, but a side effect of this is that when a pheonix dies, it loses all its memories, to then get reborn again. Those memory though, can reappear later in a phoenix life. They usually keep a human form so people dont get scared of them.
Species Skills/magic: Depending on the element they are, the pheonix are strong in their respective element, and those who are close to it. For example, a fire pheonix would be strong in fire, but be able to use slightly lightning abilitys. They have the ability to fly in the air, and see better then humans. They can also be reborn as a egg when they die. They also have some mental powers, like telepathy and if they master it enough, mind reading.
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Allazei
Species description: The Allazei are a mystical sub-race. Technically, any race can become an Allazei. The definition of the Allazei is that at when reaching maturity, a guardian Spirit endows its properties upon the Allazei. There are two sub-categories of the Allazei as well, one representing Change and the other Tradition. Change Allazei are excellent with modern technology and are adapted to an urban environment, while Tradition Allazei are best at medieval warfare and are adapted more towards surviving in the wilderness. The two branches have a long-lasting feud.
Species Skills/magic: The Allazei are jacks-of-all-trades, and mostly depend on their guardian Spirit. Bears make for excellent melee fighters and are ferocious in combat, the Cat is equivalent to an assassin, et cetera. ANY animal can be a guardian Spirit, while some are excellent at fighting others are good at healing and other utilities.
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Flame Wolf.
Species description: Flame Wolves have insanely strong jaws, capable of snapping a steel sword, and are very fast. But due to this, they has low defense. They have long tails and flame red symbols along their sides. They are weak to water and immune to fire.
Species Skills/magic: They can shoot fireballs from their mouth as an attack.
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Water Wolf
Species description: Water Wolves have insanely strong jaws, capable of snapping a steel sword, and are very fast. But due to this, they has low defense. They have long tails and watery blue symbols along their sides. They are weak to earth and immune to fire and water.
Species Skills/magic: They can shoot high pressure water guns from their mouth as an attack.
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Link to OOC thread
Age: 17
Species: Human('Cause I lack inspiration for anything original)
Species description: --
Species Skills/magic: --
Magic: None... That he knows of...(Maybe later in the RP... Drawing a blank right now...))
Skills: Somewhat skilled at swordplay; Though he prefers to shoot his bow and arrow. He may not be athletic, but he is a pretty fast climber. He has basic survival skills.
Appearance: He is a fairly tan, hispanic male. He stands at about 5' 4". Emile usually wears a thin blue jacket over a black T-shirt, black pants with a thin white stripe on the outside, dark grey sneakers, and a black cap to hide his unkept black hair(Lots of black, lol). He has extremely dark brown eyes.
Bio: Emile lived a pretty average life. He got mostly A's and B's in school. He did not get bullied too much and his parents were not nosy. Though he was occasionally called names, he did not get into physical fights-a lot.
When Emile was in eighth grade, life got a bit more interesting. On his way home from school one day, he came across a boy being bullied. Instinctively, he tackled the bully from behind. After a small fight, lets just say that boy never messed with either of them again. Emile learned the bully's victim's name was Jordan. Though it started off as simply sitting somewhat nearby at lunch, their relation ship developed into a close friendship. They walked to the bus every day and would visit each other most days of the week.
After several years of their friendship, Jordan suddenly stopped showing up to school. Everyone gets sick once in a while the first day. Second day, maybe it is a bit worse. Week, maybe it is a bad illness. A month, something is wrong. No one ever answered the phone anymore; Not even Jordan's parents. Eventually, Emile decided to go see what was up at their house. He picked the lock near midnight and was horrified at what he saw. He saw loads of things tipped over and some of the photos cracked; the most disturbing thing was bits of flesh around and the dried blood. He was almost sick to his stomache, but he kept going deeper in the house. He went to the area in the house only Jordan and him knew about. In the small room, he found a note with a few drops of blood on it. The quickly written and barely legible note read:
"If you are reading this, Emile, then I am probably either dead or no longer in the area. Listen, this world is not what it seems! I am not a normal boy as you and I always thought...Dragons are what my parents and I am! I know I am thought not to exist, but it is true. Now that you have read this, I need a favor. You are not supposed to know about this, so keep it secret! When you graduate school, look for this organization called the "Mystic Prot-" The letter ends with the last letter ending with a scribble as if his hand fell, along with quite a bit more blood.
He cried for a bit after reading the letter. He fled the house crushed and got a scolding from his mother for being out so late. He now raoms looking for for this "Mystic Prot" to find out what happened to his friend and possibly avenge his death.
Alignment: (Will be) Mystic Protection Agency
Other: This definitely took more than 4 minutes to write!
Age: Born in the Plain of Burning Ice in the Era of the Monstrosities, Year 33961: 6,839 years old.
Species: Huron
Species description: The Hurons. In a rare case that a Black Dragon of soul can take away the very being of a Red Dragon of the Mind, that Dragon turns into a Human, actually no, a Huron. A human that, every so often, may transform into his original Dragon Form, it is not as strong as it naturally used to be.. but it still flies!
Species Skills/magic: All Hurons were once Dragons, so they have assorted abilities...
Magic: Mind Reading, Erasing Small amounts of Memory, and Fire Breath.. fire breath is restricted to Dragon Form (Please?)
Skills: When I transform into human form, my Fire Breath ability is taken from me and falls in the form of a heavy mace called the Her'Gett Flame. It can be flipped back into a lock to shoot burning Crossbow Bolts.
Appearance: I have shoulder length, unkempt brown hair, and olive green eyes... in my muscular right hand I carry a huge mace.... the top of it as large as a small hedge! I am a little taller then most Humans, all Hurons are, but, unless I transform.. I will probably tell everyone that I am Human, but, in the mean time... I'm naked...
Bio: Ona T'kel Deathscale... the Last living heir to the Throne of Her'Gett Deathscale, has at last faced his long sworn Enemy, Thal'Tek... and in a massive battle... Thal'tek Managed to Grasp Ona's Sould... and tear it apart... Ona did not die. That is the Black Dragon's catch. They cannot Kill! But, in a final attemp, as Ona fell through the portal to Modern Day Earth.. he reached out with his mind... he could feel himself changing.. first his wings.. then his scales... as he slowly turned human, time seemed to slow down... as he entered Thal'Tek's unprotected mind.. and tore away his memories and drove him insane..... What seemed like an eternity later, Ona crashed to the ground in a Meteor-Style crator.... he stood.. and looked around... he saw a mace next to him.. he picked it up and swung it around... and smiled... he limped off the the nearby town, quite visible... naked... and injured..
Alignment: -
Other: Neh..
((Heh, warning this is a character crossover from the RP i made...))
((HERE IS MY EDIT!))
((4))
Age: 19
Species:
Human???? (Specie power and name will be revealed later in rp)
Species description:
(Same as Specie)
Species Skills/magic:
(Later revealed.)
Magic: Rune magic. Can create runes on equipment, on apply runes on people to do different effect. Right now he has 3 runes:
Rune of shock: Apply a discharge on the target, or add a shocking attack to a weapon
Rune of blaze: Set the target ablaze, or add a fire coating to a weapon.
Rune of regeneration: When applied to a target, wounds heal at an incredible speed. Useful when used on bandages.
Skills: Strong on hand-to-hand combat. He is also good with a crossbow.
Appearance:
(Because I hate describing... and trying to think about a apparence... Decided this from kh3d)
Spoiler:
Bio:
Deravan had a normal life. Normal school, normal parents. Everything seemed normal for him, nothing real spectacular. Life was rather dull... until he met his best friend at the age of 15. It all started over a small gaming competition. Not much else that could be added. But after a while, it was only him, and his soon to be best friend. They were at it, shooting in the game, going tactic, moving full speed and jumping around. When the match had ended, he had been beaten, but by a very close score. The difference was all in one kill in the game. Deravan should have been bummed about losing, but the guy walked up to him. He was smiling. He told him that he never had so much a challenge in that game, and that they should do it more often. He gave him his address. Deravan did not know what to do. He wanted to beat that guy, prove his worth. So he did go to his house, and they started playing more. The more they played, the better friends they become. It was like a friendly competition between the two.
A month after thought, his friend showed him.... what he really was. He told him to never tell anyone. He was a light dragon, and his parents also... Deravan was very surprise by the fact, but kept the secret. They continued to have fun, even with that secret that was out. Sometimes his friend would go and give him a flight in the sky, just for the heck of it. Everything was great... until that day.
Deravan was 18. He was at his friend house, playing and having the normal competition, when someone ran the doorbell. His friend looked at him, and went to answer. Then... the door broke loose. Man with armor and swords rushed in the house, and killed his friends parents. Deravan could not believe it. He was scared. His friend looked at him, and told him to run, before getting hit and killed by a sword. Something then... broke loose in Deravan. A pure hatred... a pure rage. He rushed to the man that killed his friend, and grabbed his sword with full... inhuman force. He then hit the man right in the chest, sending him flying and... setting him ablaze! The others man then tried to go and hit Deravan, but then Deravans new sword was set in fire, and he started to strike the man full force, cutting them into pieces. After the mans were dead... Deravan had passed out.
He woke up the next day in the hospital. People said that some pyromaniacs had set the house on fire... and that Deravan was saved by the firefighter. But Deravan knew what happen. He looked at his hand that had some burn marks. How did he... do that... and how did he survive that fire. And... who were these man. He felt rage inside of him. A demand for justice.
Weeks later, he had exited the hospital, but never the same. That day was marked in his soul as deep as it could be. He had soon learned by himself some new rune skills. He also heard... something about a Mystic Protection Agency, thought he did not know where they were. He had kept searching for them in his spare time, wishing that one day, he could exact revenge for his friend.
Alignment: Mystic Protection Agency
Other:
I really need to think about a race soon... I had the idea for skills, but not for Specie... He seem human, but will discover later in RP his true nature.
And 4 future referrence... rules are important.
Age: 22
Species: Dragon
Species description: Dragons are large, reptilian creatures who possess wings. Their scale colors can vary wildly from father to son, and even from twin to twin. They have human, or above human intellegence, and usually have huge claws on any and all of their non-wing limbs. Their scutes tend to be a different color than their normal scale color, and their eyes have slitted pupils...oddly enough, they can actually see very well, and even in color. They can be anywhere from 5'-10' tall, and are...oddly lighter than humans, on average. They sometimes have spikes running down their spine, and can be either bipedal, or quadrapedal.
Species Skills/magic: Dragons are always capable of flight (unless they get too fat), and can usually breathe fire, or... something else. They are oddly adept at using illusion magic, and their eyes can see right through any illusions anyone else would make... however, their bones are hollow, and they depend on not getting hit with any kind of blunt weapon... such as a hammer. Any other abilities they may have are from the individual, not the species, itself.
Magic: Robert is, or will be, gifted at using lightning-based magic, he can also heal, somewhat, and use magic to aid others... by adding to their offensive prowess, speed, or defensive capabilities.
Skills: Robert can (or will be able to) combine any of his spells with his claws, he is also very fast (or will be), however, he is clumsy at using weapons, and will end up using only his claws in combat.
Appearance: As a human, Robert is...well, somewhat chubby. He has brown hair, and oddly enough, his brown eyes have orange spots on them... he stands at a somewhat short 5'8". As a dragon, he is... hilariously not an inch taller than he was, however, he obviously lacks hair and other such things. His scales are blue, with his scutes, wing membrane, and spikes. He has white scales in a lightning pattern down both of the sides of his body, starting from the back of his orange eyes. His claws are pitch balck, and it's farily obvious that he is NOT meant to take a hit.
Bio: Robert always liked dragons, almost to the point of an obsession. He would always daydream of being one, though, unlike most who daydreamed, this seemed to not effect his grades in school. For a while, he thought he was just an average kid, this changed, however, when the school bullies approached him when he was in the second grade. They asked him for his Gameboy Color, and the four games he brought with him to school, when he refused, the three bullies tried to beat him up, however, little did either party know... things just weren't going to go down as they normally would. Once the first one approached, Robert punched the kid, and sent him back ten feet. Obviously, that kid was done fighting, that's when the other two tried rushing him at the same time... Robert then picked one of them up, the smaller one, and swung him into the bigger one, knocking both of the kids out. He then seemed to snap out of some sort of trance, and looked at the three, scared... In the fourth grade, he was playing outside in the rain (not the smartest thing to do), and actually ended up getting struck by lightning... however, he wasn't even so much as damaged. To this day, Robert tries to make sense of all of this... of course, he doesn't know the truth... YET. He is currently in Lucky city (old Rp reference, and the starting city), on the bus, trying to put the pieces together.
Alignment: N/A
Other: Yeah, uh, Snivy... YOU SUX!
((Lesse... accepting myself, accepting evanist, and accepting Spyro))
((wait... did I win, or lose?))