Humans. The very definition of the imperfect being. They are beasts that hunger for everything they can posess, and when they obtain their goal, they set their standards even higher. Mankind's lust for power is what truly causes the world to shed tears, with wars ravaging the face of the Earth and their so-called "progress" felling forests. Even within the same species they have a caste system, their very lives revolving around social Darwinism.
Wouldn't you understand it if the Gods wanted to change this?
While Man lived on Earth, a set of divine beings lived in Aer, more popularly known as Heaven. Their power is insurmountable, the weakest of them able to cause the world to shake on a whim. Obviously, the population of the Gods is much smaller than that of the Humans. Anyways, the dieties of this world decided that the sins of humanity needed to be cleansed and the only way to do that is through spilling blood. Since these beings had transcended the savages below, the Gods decided to create a new creature, one who's standing on the food chain is above humans. These are the Tainted Ones, the living representation of the evil of humanity, bred solely to kill and devour humans. They had one major edge over their prey: Magic.
Humans, who lived with physical tools, were no match for the superior beings known as the Tainted Ones. They lived in constant fear and the moral changes the Gods had hoped for began to develop. Humans stopped pointing their weapons at eachother and gathered together to face their common enemy. However, their attempt at surpassing the Taint was ill fated. It would take three soldiers at least to stand up against a single Tainted One, but the various armies of the world had been spread thin. Since this is a story, we cannot allow Humans to die off so quickly, and thus, a new player entered the game: Fallen Angels.
Fallen Angels are Gods that had chosen to descend from Aer, giving up a good chunk of their powers and the whole of their immortality as payment. These beings possessed knowledge of magic and began to spread this gift to the humans, who became Wizards, Magicians, Sorcerer's, whatever you'd prefer to title them. A single sorcerer would be able to take on one or two Tainted Ones on their own, which is a huge improvement. The Fallen Angels could easily take out more, since they were basically weakened Gods. Over time, those who had be given the gift of magic shared it, passing the sacred art down for generations. Unfortunately, there were still a relatively small number of people who could use magic, even less than the amount of soldiers across the world.
This brings us to the country of Eternia. The land is separated into five regions: The Northern Mountains, The Eastern Plains, The Central District, the Western Valleys, and the Southern Isles. The Eastern capital of Sinbad is a large citadel, focusing primarily on training soldiers. The North has several temples where few sorcerer's are trained, but their power makes up for their lack of quantity. The South, being a massive archipelago, has quite a bit of natural protection from the Tainted Ones and has been converted to a web of plantations. The West is the core of productivity, each day spent constructing tools to fight the Tainted or creating methods to improve life. The Central region is a massive city, where people can live without fear of the Tainted Ones, as that is the most heavily defended area in the country. Soon, however, this confident country shall be turned up on it's head.
Welcome, my friends, to Wrath of the Divine. This isn't a continuation of its older forms, but rather a complete re-write of it's original, most successfully edition. This is where I honed my Role-playing skills and I am happy to announce that I am presenting how far I and the community have come since it's first posting such a long time ago. Without further ado, let us get into the fun bits.
Obviously, what you really want to know about is Magic. However, there is nothing to say, really. Magic has no specific method of creation, so the ways to use it are endless. One of the more popular methods is Artifacts, which are tools that are imbued with magical properties.
Another big thing is race. This isn't mentioned in the Lore, but humans aren't the only beings targeted by the Tainted. Species such as Elves, Orcs, etc. live in equal unison with humans. Feel free to make a custom race, as long as you explain it. If you want to apply for a Fallen Angel, your application better be super freaking fantastic. Gods are a forbidden race, the only exception being Fallen Angels.
As mentioned in the lore, there are well known Gods and Goddesses that watch over the humans.
A'thery: The God of Storms, Lightning, and Wind. King of the Gods. Karisha: The Goddess of Magic. Queen of the Gods. Kalila: The Goddess of Love. Lief: The God of Nature. Dimitri: The God of War. Ezgi: The God of Pain. Zona: The Goddess of Death. Titaint: The God of Corruption. Created the Tainted Ones. Esther: The Goddess of Medicine and Health. Falmar: The God of Beasts. Solaire: The Goddess of Light. Hidai: The Goddess of Darkness.
RULES:
No PowerGaming, MetaGaming, or GodModding at any time. However, being Overpowered is not against the rules as long as it is within a reasonable boundary of Overpowered-ness.
Swearing is, according to Forum Rules, forbidden. Please try to replace your F-Bombs with Frick, Fudge, or whatever comes to mind.
Romance is allowed, but keep it PG-13. We don't want any kind of Fifty Shades of Grey going on.
Put your favorite color in the "Other" part of your application.
Don't be stupid.
Please, keep your other Roleplayers in mind when you do something. The plot shouldn't revolve around any singular character,
When talking out of character, please use ((Double Parenthesis)) to signal you are OOC.
I expect proper Grammar and sufficient post length. Posts with about two sentences aren't appreciated, but don't write me a novel each post. One to two decent-quality paragraphs will suffice.
If you put your favorite color inside the "Other" category, your application will be immediately denied. This rule overwrites the rule regarding putting your favorite color in your application. Instead of putting your favorite color, put your favorite meal. This is purely to test if you have read the rules fully.
You may have as many characters as you can keep track of, but only two may be put up for approval at a time.
The Time Period of this Roleplay is Modern. Elements of historic times as well as aspects of future periods can be present. Weaponry ranges anywhere from Swords to Guns.
So, it's time we get into the interactive part: the application! As I have recently been doing, I will provide a secondary version with explanations of what the different sections are. I encourage you to take a quick read through of the expanded edition just to understand what you should be writing. Anyways, let's go!
Name: What people will call your character. Nicknames should go here if applicable. Age: How old your character is. Gender: Explanation is needless. Either Male or Female. Race: The species of your character. Affects their appearance. Appearance: How your character looks to everyone else. Magic (If Applicable): The special abilities your character possesses if they are able to use magic. Chosen Deity: The God or Goddess to which your character preys. Expertise: Where your characters skills are highest. Perhaps they are a fast runner or are talented with guns or swords. Equipment/Weaponry: The (possibly deadly) items your character carries around with them frequently. Bio: The history of your character, Other: Any other details you want to slip in about your character. Otherwise, you could put some kind words or something here.
Name: Fiora Dawn Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Fallen Angel Appearance: Fiora is a fairly delicate looking girl. Her body frame is light, possessing very little visible muscle, as if she were a gymnast. She has long, black hair flowing down past her shoulders. There are odd streaks of light blue strewn amongst her hair with imitate how much magical energy she has by glowing. Her eyes are sky blue, fading into a deep violet color near the edge of her irises, evident of her heritage. Fiora's skin isn't too pale, but she does not have much of a tan, either. Moving on from there, Fiora's outfits are vary greatly, but she has one go-to design. A white t-shirt with a dark-blue, sleeveless hoodie overtop. She wears a set of tight blue jeans with a cuff just above her ankles. Fiora commonly wears simple, canvas shoes with a base color of white and the secondary being light blue. On her right shoulder is a tribal style tattoo reaching down to just above her elbow, the colors starting at dark purple and forming a gradient into a light blue. Magic (If Applicable): Fiora has advanced knowledge of many forms of magic, but her specialty is Storm Magic. Wind and Lightning serve at her every beck and call. She is also able to open up a dimensional rift to hold a small amount of items. Chosen Deity: N/A Expertise: Combat and Utility Magic, Parkour, and Light Combat. Equipment/Weaponry: Fiora's main weapon is a five-foot, silver rod with a ball, about two inches in diameter, on each end. The staff is shrink able for easy storage. Besides that, she frequently carries rations with her. Anything she doesn't feel like carrying can be stored in her Rift. Bio: (Super Short because Super Simple) Fiora once lived in the comfort of Aer, never having to live in fear of the Tainted. However, this easy life did not suit her, for her heart longed to help the Humans fight against the Tainted. Everyday, she honed her skills, preparing for the time when she would abandon her current life and descend to Earth. Fiora was an expert in the field of magic, far surpassing most scholars on Earth.
On December 17th, just two days prior to when our journey begins, Fiora decided that the time had come to leave Aer. She slipped away from the view of her parents and opened a portal, the one-way path that left no option of turning around once you were through. Without any hesitation, she stepped in. Fiora expected to wind up in a temple or in the middle of a field, but, instead, the portal left her falling from the sky. Thousands of feet in the air, she started to panic. Hitting the ground would likely kill her, so she figured she would need a method of not dying. Obviously, she chose to have the air around her attempt to cushion her fall, which worked a bit. The landing was still rough, the impact powerful enough to make a crater in the ground. The landing zone was in the Central Region, just outside of a small, poorly defended village called Xavier. Other: General Tso's Chicken.
(( I don't know what to say. I looked at Tobias and realized that, regardless of how hard I tried, he'd always be overpowered. I took the elements I liked from him and tossed the rest. I'd suggest doing the same. Take the parts of Rani you liked and emphasize them. A savage with a gentle side? Why not! A brute whos brain doesn't have much control over his body, whereas his instincts do? Sounds awesome! ))
((I'll revamp Ivan soon enough, but for now, I'm giving Garrett a total overhaul.))
Name: Garrett von Brandt Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Fallen Angel Appearance: Garrett stands at six feet tall and has a lean, strong-looking frame, even though he lacks pronounced muscles. His hair is stark white and hangs down to his waist, generally kept in a ponytail. Garrett's eyes are a bright amber color, and sometimes seem to glow. His skin is not necessarily pale, but is far from a tan shade. When corrupted (more on this in the bio), however, his hair turns jet-black and his eyes shift from bright amber to a deep purple, though still maintaining the quality of occasionally seeming to glow. Color drains almost entirely from his skin. Additionally, many of his veins become visible, appearing black through the surface of his skin. As for clothing, Garrett typically wears black combat boots with urban camouflaged military fatigue leggings. He wears a simple white t-shirt underneath a black hoodie. Interestingly, a large, sprawling, tribal-like tattoo shaped like a bird (presumably a phoenix) covers the upper half of Garrett's back, from shoulder to shoulder and from the bottom of his neck to the bottom of his shoulder blades. From left to right, the color shifts as a gradient from orange to red. The tattoo remains unaffected by the corruption - perhaps the key to purging Garrett's system of the filth.
Magic (If Applicable): Garrett utilizes fire magic almost exclusively. However, Garrett is knowledgeable enough with his magic to be able to adapt it to a variety of tasks, from his own form of primitive healing magic to ash-based spells. Additionally, Garrett can generate short-lived, two-ended dimensional rifts to travel quickly between two locations - assuming he knows where to place the rift's exit, of course. Chosen Deity: N/A Expertise: Magic, swordfighting, martial arts, some level of agility, and being left-handed. He can also control the Tainted (more on that in bio). Equipment/Weaponry: Garrett's primary weapon is this greatsword. Don't let the small pixel size of the picture fool you - it's actually very big, six feet long in total. He generally carries basic supplies, as well. Bio: (Not the best [or longest] bio I've ever written, but that's because it's a modification of Garrett's original story. If you want me to improve it, let me know, and it shall be done.) Like all fallen angels, Garret initially lived in the comfort of Aer. Life was simple and pleasant. He got along well with the other young gods, always willing to help when another was in trouble. They would play games and do whatever else divine children do together. Garrett was, overall, a nice kid, and generally obeyed his parents. But through it all, Garrett was acutely aware that down on Earth, there was a suffering population. A species had been made prey to vile creatures who only existed to kill. In his early years, Garrett was very sympathetic towards the humans. The way he saw it, the humans were just being their greedy selves - they couldn't help it. He failed to see the value in trying to rectify the ways of creatures designed as imperfect by killing them.
The son of Dimitri and Solaire, Garrett was a wild, emotionally charged one. Seeing the humans be killed because of inherent flaws made no sense, and to him, it was downright wrong. That made him angry. He would often argue with his parents over the morality of slaughtering humans. Garrett's father was the god of war - the supreme ruler of one of mankind's flaws! In Garrett's mind, his father should understand that genocide wasn't the way to make them change. At around 13, he couldn't take it anymore, and went to help mankind. Ever impulsive, he was far too young to hold his own for very long. After about a year, he was overwhelmed and captured by the Tainted.
Titaint saw value in keeping such an asset alive and strong. In an effort to control Garrett, Titaint forced corruption into Garrett's system. It worked. Garrett acted as a Tainted to some degree - he took Titaint's orders. Titaint trained Garrett and used him against the humans in secret. He didn't tell the other gods about what he did to Garrett, since they would certainly grow furious with him if he did. But he still wanted the powerful tool that Garrett would make. Garrett, despite being corrupted, saw himself as superior to the other Tainted. Titaint took the opportunity to make Garrett a field commander of the Tainted, and after a time began granting Garrett free reign to wander around Earth. Titaint allows Garrett to roam around on Earth wreaking havoc to this day. Other: A peanut butter sandwich. No jelly.
(( One evening, I was on stage, accepting an award for literacy excellence. My skills were sharp as a tack and the community wanted to reward me for such. As I approached the podium, I saw GeorgeNinja in the audience. I dropped the trophy and simply walked away.
Accepted, both of you! Super interested to see how things will play out. If you don't mind, I'd prefer to wait for one or so more applicants before beginning. Scarf, feel free to drop off an application and come back later to act on it. I'm fine with that. ))
((Honestly, I thought I was the worst writer in this forum until I actually reviewed some of the other RPs. But I am still in a super weird spot where I am better than....well, others, but worse than any of the 'skilled' writers.
And this is capitalized by people like George, Ninja, and Fear.
*le sigh*
I feel like I get better by posting in these 'expert' forums. I will apply, but don't expect anything like any other app on this roleplay.))
((Honestly, I thought I was the worst writer in this forum until I actually reviewed some of the other RPs. But I am still in a super weird spot where I am better than....well, others, but worse than any of the 'skilled' writers.
And this is capitalized by people like George, Ninja, and Fear.
*le sigh*
I feel like I get better by posting in these 'expert' forums. I will apply, but don't expect anything like any other app on this roleplay.))
May I make a recommendation?
Don't compare your writing style to that of other roleplayers. They may put a lot of depth and vividness into their posts, but remember that you still have your own unique writing style. It doesn't matter how much content you cram into each post. Rather, it's how you make your posts come alive, even if it means your posts don't consist of twenty paragraphs. Comparing yourself to others doesn't help much, and if what you see is a roleplayer who is supposedly "better" at roleplaying than you, it doesn't really help your confidence.
Just believe in your own abilities, and don't judge your skills by how other roleplayers write.
I'll post an app of my own soon.
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
((I always thought i was a horrible role-player, thinking i never could write more than two or three paragraphs at a time. But its not how much you write, its what you write.))
Name: Cannot be pronounced in the common tongue, so people call him "Zicka"
Age: No-one can see his face, so no age can be guessed at. However, his age is comparable to the gods'
Gender: He appears to be male.
Race: Fallen Angel
Appearance:
Without the sword. Hopefully it shows. (Its an image in case it glitches.)
Magic (If Applicable): Death magic. Put very simply, after a moment to charge, a single spell could kill a man. However, that is not all. He can also summon mock-tainted to fight with him. These mock-tainted are much weaker than humans, though can be summoned in great numbers. It would take around three to kill a normal human, and fifteen to kill a Tainted. He is also slightly adept at telekinesis and other basic elemental spells, though rarely uses them.
Equipment/Weaponry: Clothing, which could be considered cloth armor. A wand implement as well.
Bio: Zicka was Titaint's first angel, created not long after the creation of the universe. Zicka watched as the people on earth grew and prospered. Centuries seemed to pass by over night. Then, Zicka overheard something about the Tainted, and got curious. Apparently the gods were planning to destroy the people on earth, having used up too many resources. Zicka protested, saying the Tainted was not the answer. He argued that they could create another world, similar to this one, and make the other one not exist outright, that would be more merciful. But despite this, they went on with the Tainted plan.
Zicka watched in horror as the people of the planet were slaughtered. It made him sick. He constantly protested to the gods, saying that the Tainted had killed enough, but Zicka was ignored. Then, for some reason, the gods saw that the the human numbers were getting lower than they wanted. Yet the Tainted could not be easily destroyed. Zicka was furious. He had warned them, he had protested, and NOW they figured it out? Zicka could not understand the gods why it took them this long to figure it out. Some were talking about sending angels to help, to teach magic to the humans to fight back. Zicka wanted to go.
However, Titaint didnt want Zicka to go. Zicka was his first and highest ranking angel. Zicka replied, "Then i am no longer your angel." Zicka then revoked Titaint and went to earth as soon as he could. However, Titant had cast a curse on Zicka. He would sleep for a long time when he arrived on earth, and wouldnt be found until he had awoken. He waited many years for the curse to wear off. By then humans had already known magic, and many Fallen Angels joined in the fight. Zicka decided to teach. He set up a temple in the northern mountains to begin training the few humans that were interested in Death magic. He remains there to this day, honing his skills, until he's needed on the field of battle.
(( Both are approved! We'll start later today, I just don't have the time to do it this instant. If you guys want to begin, find a way to bring your characters to the Central District region. Chaos will ensue there. ))
((Guys, I understand the whole 'depth beats length' thing, but even in that area I don't really excel.
And I understand everyone has their own style, but if your style is strictly less depth filled in general, then your writing will suffer.
The weirdest part is is sometimes I spend hours rewriting and perfecting a character, and right before I post it I get bored. It kinda sucks, and I wish that I could still be in love with one of those characters enough to post it.
Like, seriously, they are all George's level. And I bet that's what George does too, he just doesn't get bored with that specific concept.))
And Sir I get what your feeling. Heck I take a look at all of these amazing people with their amazing posts and I think "Wow how can I stack up to these guys" But what they're saying is true. You just gotta find your own style, see what sticks.))
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1 Year ago the military was on the losing side of the war. All seemed bleak until one soldier brought a penguin in to training. They had trained that penguin in the use of explosives and sent him out into the field. They had thought that they had won but the agent went rouge. Now he only lives on as a legend, the legend of ShotgunPenguin.
((I don't really think I've found it yet. Of course, I haven't tried alot - I've only been writing for 4 years.
Oh, and Ninja, I am the exact opposite of lazy. I hate taking the easy way out, and I always try to reach beyond my "limits", which I don't really believe in. So don't expect me to just throw something together.
Age: By looks alone one would say 26. Exact measurement is impossible.
Gender: Male.
Race: Fallen Angel is as close as one could say.
Appearance:
Jeff stands at exactly 6'6", looming imposing over most that stand around him. His skin is a pale white, as if it had never seen the sun, but large portions are covered in burn marks, marring his flesh with streaks of red. His arms and legs are thin yet extremely muscular, and his fingers are long and bony. He covers his body in clothing; on his feet he wears heavy steel-toed workboots, on his legs he has a pair of blue-jeans that are burned and covered in splotches of molten metal, and his torso is covered by a heavy leather jacket that is similarly stained. On his hands he has heavy workgloves made of a gray hexagonal fabric; the gloves are capable of secreting an electro-conductive gel onto anything he touches. On his face he wears a heavy black hood that shadows most of his face, but his eyes seem to glow with a cyan light. On the lower half of his face he wears a gasmask of a gray metal; but small tubes of a glowing cyan liquid run across the frame of the mask. The purpose of the fluid is uncertain at best.
Although his features are for the most part masked, if one shone a bright light on his face, one would see a terrible sight. Scars and burns run up and down his face, the horrible red marks disfiguring his face permanently. His hair seems partly unaffected; the long black material burned only towards the back. The burns do not appear old, however; most appear relatively fresh.
Magic (If Applicable): He has two notable abilities. One will be developed in the RP, the other is the ability to add magical properties to mundane objects.
Chosen Deity: None.
Expertise: Jeff is a mechanical mastermind. Given the right materials, he can create just about anything.
Equipment/Weaponry: Jeff has three weapons that he carries on his person at all times, but he can easily rework them or make more if he needs to.
The first weapon is a simple Wrench made of adamantanium. The metal is his personal choice for materials; light, gray in color, and almost indestructible.
His second weapon is a revolver made entirely of metal. Small glass tubes of a glowing cyan fluid run alongside the barrel, and the bullets themselves seem to be glass cases of the same cyan fluid. The bullets deliver a strong electric shock that can, in the most severe cases, cause momentary paralysis.
The final weapon is his personal favorite and the greatest of the three. On the surface, it resembles a flamethrower. A long metallic body composed of adamantanium, a clear hose resembling plastic that runs up to a large glass/metal tank on his back, and other small similarities. However, the differences outweigh the similarities. The fluid is bright blue in color; the same blue fluid that decorates much of his constructions.
The nozzle at the end is detachable and he has five different ones hanging off his belt. The weapon fires sprays of electrical energy in powerful bursts; but each head does something different with that electrical energy.
The first nozzle sprays the energy over a large radius, hitting most things within a cone of about 25 feet. The gel secreted from his palms enhances the electrical capabilities of all the modes.
The second one fires concentrated balls of energy that fly long distances and not only harm their targets but those who get too close. Standing near the path of the sphere can cause it to adjust its course; a gravitational pull for life of sorts.
The third nozzle fires a single, concentrated, ray of energy in a straight line, causing considerable harm.
The fourth fires an extremely potent blast of energy but with a very small radius; only a few feet. It's purpose is both extremely close-ranged combat and a more unique one. If Jeff fires it at the ground directly below himself, or in the air in front of himself, it pushes him with a large amount of force. This allows for a form of flight.
The fifth and final nozzle fires the liquid straight from the pack with no electrical conversion, meaning that anyone who is hit with the other nozzles after will be harmed considerably more.
Bio:
I don't want to be that guy who puts 'To Be RP'd', but I think I'd rather do that for this character. That, and if I were to write his backstory here, no matter how hard I tried to condense it, it'd be a hundred and a half pages long.
Other: Purple cow ice-cream (what're you gonna do?)
Delusions are totally fine, just don't go overboard with making them. Will either edit this post with my IC content or make a second one if someone posts before then. ))
Name: THEO.//61A1V5, codename: Glaive
Age: 8 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Bionic Human
Appearance: Glaive stands at a substantial six feet tall, but it is certainly not all muscle. His entire body is covered in red metal, with yellow here and there as well. It is hard to describe, so I'm going to put an image here. The image will pretty much sum it up perfectly.
Magic: While technically not magic, the cybernetic improvements made to Glaive include immense amplification of psychic ability and a state-of-the-art detection system that picks up any and all living organisms within a five mile radius.
Chosen Deity: None
Expertise: Glaive was designed to be the ultimate in battle prowess and capacity for destruction.
Equipment/Weaponry: To begin, Glaive's physical attributes have been amplified far beyond that of any human, possessing superhuman strength, speed, stamina and reflexes. The subject's hearing and eyesight, while not totally stellar, is still better than most.
Glaive's arsenal of weapons is also quite broad. In melee combat, he has two retractable plasma blades built into his wrists that can easily slice clean through a solid steel beam, with human flesh being a simple afterthought. When fighting from a distance, Glaive possesses two plasma blasters concealed within the palm of his hand.
As stated earlier, the bionic modifications made to him include exponential amplification of his psychic ability. Telekinesis, limited levitation and manifestation of psychic energy in a physical form are a few examples of this.
However, Glaive was still unable to surpass basic human needs - sleep, nutrition, water and oxygen.
Bio: Glaive's story begins with a dubious company by the name of Horizon Industries. They mostly deal with Bionics -- artificial modifications and improvements to living beings. Before Glaive, any human Bionic modifications were small, usually unnoticeable, as anything large could cause permanent damage. The largest known Bionic upgrade in terms of size is only about as big as a human eye. Full-scale bionic transformation was a staggering success in animals such as dogs and bats.
However, human experimentation was not something that could be released to the public. Support for the company would be drastically decreased, funding would be pulled, people would lose their jobs, and ultimately it could lead to the downfall of the company.
It wasn't until a man by the name of Theo Mores actively volunteered to undergo full-scale bionic transformation that testing really began. The process was to take many years, but little by little, Theo took on more mechanized properties. It started with psychic implants, which didn't affect his appearance much aside from a few scars on his forehead, but his psychic abilities had been increased exponentially.
As the years went on, Theo's body was slowly transformed. He was still fully human, but he certainly didn't look like it. The machinery had been fused with his body, making them inseparable. It was the world's first fully bionic human.
After eight years, he was completed. December 19th marked one of mankind's greatest triumphs. Glaive, the ultimate in bionic achievement, was a huge success. His skill superior to that of a normal human, he was released from Horizon's protection after those eight long years.
But celebration of a glorious victory would soon turn into a nightmare for poor Theo. During those eight years, the entire city had been completely destroyed by an army of Tainted. Stragglers lingered everywhere while bodies laid at their feet. The ruined lobby of Horizon Industries was all that remained of the above-ground portion.
Glaive was enraged. The instant he saw the first Tainted, he brutally slaughtered it in a blind frenzy. He quickly made the way towards his old house and found it in ruins, his older brother long dead. With nothing left of his old life, he left the city to find out more about what happened. Surely more people knew about it, and he was going to find those people and get some answers, even if by force.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
(( I'm super sorry everybody. Because of balancing work with my social life and tossing this in as well, my plate's pretty filled up. I'll try to get more time devoted to Roleplaying, but don't be surprised if I don't answer immediately. Ronin, approved.
Someone in this post has a relatively strong Chicago-New York accent, so I'll put what they are saying in parenthesis next to the word, even if it is obvious. ))
[Fiora]
The car slowed to a stop in the midst of a city, quite a large one in fact. This was, according to what I had heard, the capital of the Central District. It had no official name, apparently, but was frequently called Central due to it's vast area and how it was positioned at the center of the country. The car door swung open easily, so I took the chance to step out. Those who had driven me here were some citizens from a nearby town and they seemed to look at me strangely. Of course, I never expected equal treatment, but the way they stared at me, their eyes filled with scornful disapproval, it terrified me. Perhaps this was my punishment for being a former Goddess.
Deciding to go on a tour of the city, I began to wander around, getting a decent lay of the land. Almost every building was a tour, a large amount of such being skyscrapers. The glittering metal was uniquely beautiful, the silver glare making the whole city look like a pile of treasure. From what I saw, there were few temples in this city, most of those remaining looking like they had been ransacked. Was the worship of the Gods outlawed here?
"Oi, mate." Someone said from a little ways off. The guy was wearing a gray hoodie and a black set of cargo pants. He wasn't that tall, but he was a bit taller than myself. For a second, I thought he was referring to me, but closer inspection revealed that he was talking to someone else. "You 'ear (hear) da rumors? People sayin' (saying) that there's a ton of them Taint'd (Tainted) folk near Central. Numbas (Numbers) say there's a hunnit (hundred) or so, but ma (my) source begs to diffa (differ). He says they's got (they have) least a thousan' (thousand) or so." The man this informant was talking to was quiet for a bit, but began to talk
"Seriously?" The man getting informed questioned, his voice filled with concern. He mumbled something, but I couldn't hear what. "I don't know if it's true, but even so, I'll grab my family and go to the center of the city for a few days. With Christmas coming up, I really don't want to deal with so much grief. The inner city should be safe."
The informant nodded in agreement. "If ya (you) give me ya (your) address, I'll keep tabs on ya (your) flat. I've got methods a' (of) getting in and out of the different neighborhoods. I'd sagest (suggest) tellin' ya (your) neighbors. Beta (Better) safe den (then) sorry." I could have sworn that, when the man stopped talking, he gave a quick smirk. Something about the informant didn't seem right to me, but it was most likely just me getting adjusted to being around Humans. The man being informed ran away, probably back to his house. The informant gave a sly grin, then walked down the sidewalk in my direction. I'd have to remember his face in case he came up later.
Humans. The very definition of the imperfect being. They are beasts that hunger for everything they can posess, and when they obtain their goal, they set their standards even higher. Mankind's lust for power is what truly causes the world to shed tears, with wars ravaging the face of the Earth and their so-called "progress" felling forests. Even within the same species they have a caste system, their very lives revolving around social Darwinism.
Wouldn't you understand it if the Gods wanted to change this?
While Man lived on Earth, a set of divine beings lived in Aer, more popularly known as Heaven. Their power is insurmountable, the weakest of them able to cause the world to shake on a whim. Obviously, the population of the Gods is much smaller than that of the Humans. Anyways, the dieties of this world decided that the sins of humanity needed to be cleansed and the only way to do that is through spilling blood. Since these beings had transcended the savages below, the Gods decided to create a new creature, one who's standing on the food chain is above humans. These are the Tainted Ones, the living representation of the evil of humanity, bred solely to kill and devour humans. They had one major edge over their prey: Magic.
Humans, who lived with physical tools, were no match for the superior beings known as the Tainted Ones. They lived in constant fear and the moral changes the Gods had hoped for began to develop. Humans stopped pointing their weapons at eachother and gathered together to face their common enemy. However, their attempt at surpassing the Taint was ill fated. It would take three soldiers at least to stand up against a single Tainted One, but the various armies of the world had been spread thin. Since this is a story, we cannot allow Humans to die off so quickly, and thus, a new player entered the game: Fallen Angels.
Fallen Angels are Gods that had chosen to descend from Aer, giving up a good chunk of their powers and the whole of their immortality as payment. These beings possessed knowledge of magic and began to spread this gift to the humans, who became Wizards, Magicians, Sorcerer's, whatever you'd prefer to title them. A single sorcerer would be able to take on one or two Tainted Ones on their own, which is a huge improvement. The Fallen Angels could easily take out more, since they were basically weakened Gods. Over time, those who had be given the gift of magic shared it, passing the sacred art down for generations. Unfortunately, there were still a relatively small number of people who could use magic, even less than the amount of soldiers across the world.
This brings us to the country of Eternia. The land is separated into five regions: The Northern Mountains, The Eastern Plains, The Central District, the Western Valleys, and the Southern Isles. The Eastern capital of Sinbad is a large citadel, focusing primarily on training soldiers. The North has several temples where few sorcerer's are trained, but their power makes up for their lack of quantity. The South, being a massive archipelago, has quite a bit of natural protection from the Tainted Ones and has been converted to a web of plantations. The West is the core of productivity, each day spent constructing tools to fight the Tainted or creating methods to improve life. The Central region is a massive city, where people can live without fear of the Tainted Ones, as that is the most heavily defended area in the country. Soon, however, this confident country shall be turned up on it's head.
Welcome, my friends, to Wrath of the Divine. This isn't a continuation of its older forms, but rather a complete re-write of it's original, most successfully edition. This is where I honed my Role-playing skills and I am happy to announce that I am presenting how far I and the community have come since it's first posting such a long time ago. Without further ado, let us get into the fun bits.
Obviously, what you really want to know about is Magic. However, there is nothing to say, really. Magic has no specific method of creation, so the ways to use it are endless. One of the more popular methods is Artifacts, which are tools that are imbued with magical properties.
Another big thing is race. This isn't mentioned in the Lore, but humans aren't the only beings targeted by the Tainted. Species such as Elves, Orcs, etc. live in equal unison with humans. Feel free to make a custom race, as long as you explain it. If you want to apply for a Fallen Angel, your application better be super freaking fantastic. Gods are a forbidden race, the only exception being Fallen Angels.
As mentioned in the lore, there are well known Gods and Goddesses that watch over the humans.
A'thery: The God of Storms, Lightning, and Wind. King of the Gods.
Karisha: The Goddess of Magic. Queen of the Gods.
Kalila: The Goddess of Love.
Lief: The God of Nature.
Dimitri: The God of War.
Ezgi: The God of Pain.
Zona: The Goddess of Death.
Titaint: The God of Corruption. Created the Tainted Ones.
Esther: The Goddess of Medicine and Health.
Falmar: The God of Beasts.
Solaire: The Goddess of Light.
Hidai: The Goddess of Darkness.
RULES:
The Time Period of this Roleplay is Modern. Elements of historic times as well as aspects of future periods can be present. Weaponry ranges anywhere from Swords to Guns.
So, it's time we get into the interactive part: the application! As I have recently been doing, I will provide a secondary version with explanations of what the different sections are. I encourage you to take a quick read through of the expanded edition just to understand what you should be writing. Anyways, let's go!
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Appearance:
Magic (If Applicable):
Chosen Deity:
Expertise:
Equipment/Weaponry:
Bio:
Other:
Name: What people will call your character. Nicknames should go here if applicable.
Age: How old your character is.
Gender: Explanation is needless. Either Male or Female.
Race: The species of your character. Affects their appearance.
Appearance: How your character looks to everyone else.
Magic (If Applicable): The special abilities your character possesses if they are able to use magic.
Chosen Deity: The God or Goddess to which your character preys.
Expertise: Where your characters skills are highest. Perhaps they are a fast runner or are talented with guns or swords.
Equipment/Weaponry: The (possibly deadly) items your character carries around with them frequently.
Bio: The history of your character,
Other: Any other details you want to slip in about your character. Otherwise, you could put some kind words or something here.
Name: Fiora Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Fallen Angel
Appearance: Fiora is a fairly delicate looking girl. Her body frame is light, possessing very little visible muscle, as if she were a gymnast. She has long, black hair flowing down past her shoulders. There are odd streaks of light blue strewn amongst her hair with imitate how much magical energy she has by glowing. Her eyes are sky blue, fading into a deep violet color near the edge of her irises, evident of her heritage. Fiora's skin isn't too pale, but she does not have much of a tan, either. Moving on from there, Fiora's outfits are vary greatly, but she has one go-to design. A white t-shirt with a dark-blue, sleeveless hoodie overtop. She wears a set of tight blue jeans with a cuff just above her ankles. Fiora commonly wears simple, canvas shoes with a base color of white and the secondary being light blue. On her right shoulder is a tribal style tattoo reaching down to just above her elbow, the colors starting at dark purple and forming a gradient into a light blue.
Magic (If Applicable): Fiora has advanced knowledge of many forms of magic, but her specialty is Storm Magic. Wind and Lightning serve at her every beck and call. She is also able to open up a dimensional rift to hold a small amount of items.
Chosen Deity: N/A
Expertise: Combat and Utility Magic, Parkour, and Light Combat.
Equipment/Weaponry: Fiora's main weapon is a five-foot, silver rod with a ball, about two inches in diameter, on each end. The staff is shrink able for easy storage. Besides that, she frequently carries rations with her. Anything she doesn't feel like carrying can be stored in her Rift.
Bio: (Super Short because Super Simple) Fiora once lived in the comfort of Aer, never having to live in fear of the Tainted. However, this easy life did not suit her, for her heart longed to help the Humans fight against the Tainted. Everyday, she honed her skills, preparing for the time when she would abandon her current life and descend to Earth. Fiora was an expert in the field of magic, far surpassing most scholars on Earth.
On December 17th, just two days prior to when our journey begins, Fiora decided that the time had come to leave Aer. She slipped away from the view of her parents and opened a portal, the one-way path that left no option of turning around once you were through. Without any hesitation, she stepped in. Fiora expected to wind up in a temple or in the middle of a field, but, instead, the portal left her falling from the sky. Thousands of feet in the air, she started to panic. Hitting the ground would likely kill her, so she figured she would need a method of not dying. Obviously, she chose to have the air around her attempt to cushion her fall, which worked a bit. The landing was still rough, the impact powerful enough to make a crater in the ground. The landing zone was in the Central Region, just outside of a small, poorly defended village called Xavier.
Other: General Tso's Chicken.
(( I don't know what to say. I looked at Tobias and realized that, regardless of how hard I tried, he'd always be overpowered. I took the elements I liked from him and tossed the rest. I'd suggest doing the same. Take the parts of Rani you liked and emphasize them. A savage with a gentle side? Why not! A brute whos brain doesn't have much control over his body, whereas his instincts do? Sounds awesome! ))
((ohmygoditsback.
Too bad im gonna be absent for a week soon........
Could i apply as a character, and when i come back, just start there? Like how they introduced princess uni-kitty halfway through the Lego movie.))
((I'll revamp Ivan soon enough, but for now, I'm giving Garrett a total overhaul.))
Name: Garrett von Brandt
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Fallen Angel
Appearance: Garrett stands at six feet tall and has a lean, strong-looking frame, even though he lacks pronounced muscles. His hair is stark white and hangs down to his waist, generally kept in a ponytail. Garrett's eyes are a bright amber color, and sometimes seem to glow. His skin is not necessarily pale, but is far from a tan shade. When corrupted (more on this in the bio), however, his hair turns jet-black and his eyes shift from bright amber to a deep purple, though still maintaining the quality of occasionally seeming to glow. Color drains almost entirely from his skin. Additionally, many of his veins become visible, appearing black through the surface of his skin. As for clothing, Garrett typically wears black combat boots with urban camouflaged military fatigue leggings. He wears a simple white t-shirt underneath a black hoodie. Interestingly, a large, sprawling, tribal-like tattoo shaped like a bird (presumably a phoenix) covers the upper half of Garrett's back, from shoulder to shoulder and from the bottom of his neck to the bottom of his shoulder blades. From left to right, the color shifts as a gradient from orange to red. The tattoo remains unaffected by the corruption - perhaps the key to purging Garrett's system of the filth.
Magic (If Applicable): Garrett utilizes fire magic almost exclusively. However, Garrett is knowledgeable enough with his magic to be able to adapt it to a variety of tasks, from his own form of primitive healing magic to ash-based spells. Additionally, Garrett can generate short-lived, two-ended dimensional rifts to travel quickly between two locations - assuming he knows where to place the rift's exit, of course.
Chosen Deity: N/A
Expertise: Magic, swordfighting, martial arts, some level of agility, and being left-handed. He can also control the Tainted (more on that in bio).
Equipment/Weaponry: Garrett's primary weapon is this greatsword. Don't let the small pixel size of the picture fool you - it's actually very big, six feet long in total. He generally carries basic supplies, as well.
Bio: (Not the best [or longest] bio I've ever written, but that's because it's a modification of Garrett's original story. If you want me to improve it, let me know, and it shall be done.) Like all fallen angels, Garret initially lived in the comfort of Aer. Life was simple and pleasant. He got along well with the other young gods, always willing to help when another was in trouble. They would play games and do whatever else divine children do together. Garrett was, overall, a nice kid, and generally obeyed his parents. But through it all, Garrett was acutely aware that down on Earth, there was a suffering population. A species had been made prey to vile creatures who only existed to kill. In his early years, Garrett was very sympathetic towards the humans. The way he saw it, the humans were just being their greedy selves - they couldn't help it. He failed to see the value in trying to rectify the ways of creatures designed as imperfect by killing them.
The son of Dimitri and Solaire, Garrett was a wild, emotionally charged one. Seeing the humans be killed because of inherent flaws made no sense, and to him, it was downright wrong. That made him angry. He would often argue with his parents over the morality of slaughtering humans. Garrett's father was the god of war - the supreme ruler of one of mankind's flaws! In Garrett's mind, his father should understand that genocide wasn't the way to make them change. At around 13, he couldn't take it anymore, and went to help mankind. Ever impulsive, he was far too young to hold his own for very long. After about a year, he was overwhelmed and captured by the Tainted.
Titaint saw value in keeping such an asset alive and strong. In an effort to control Garrett, Titaint forced corruption into Garrett's system. It worked. Garrett acted as a Tainted to some degree - he took Titaint's orders. Titaint trained Garrett and used him against the humans in secret. He didn't tell the other gods about what he did to Garrett, since they would certainly grow furious with him if he did. But he still wanted the powerful tool that Garrett would make. Garrett, despite being corrupted, saw himself as superior to the other Tainted. Titaint took the opportunity to make Garrett a field commander of the Tainted, and after a time began granting Garrett free reign to wander around Earth. Titaint allows Garrett to roam around on Earth wreaking havoc to this day.
Other: A peanut butter sandwich. No jelly.
There's no kill like overkill.
((Hmm....I have a strong urge to apply, and I don't know why. Opinions?))
(( One evening, I was on stage, accepting an award for literacy excellence. My skills were sharp as a tack and the community wanted to reward me for such. As I approached the podium, I saw GeorgeNinja in the audience. I dropped the trophy and simply walked away.
Accepted, both of you! Super interested to see how things will play out. If you don't mind, I'd prefer to wait for one or so more applicants before beginning. Scarf, feel free to drop off an application and come back later to act on it. I'm fine with that. ))
((Honestly, I thought I was the worst writer in this forum until I actually reviewed some of the other RPs. But I am still in a super weird spot where I am better than....well, others, but worse than any of the 'skilled' writers.
And this is capitalized by people like George, Ninja, and Fear.
*le sigh*
I feel like I get better by posting in these 'expert' forums. I will apply, but don't expect anything like any other app on this roleplay.))
(( Here's the secret: A quality application is only required for Fallen Angels. Just be lazy and don't apply for one. ))
((Sorry, I forgot I existed. App when I remember.))
I'd link my 4chan account here, but . . . well, it doesn't take a genius to figure out why I can't do that.
May I make a recommendation?
Don't compare your writing style to that of other roleplayers. They may put a lot of depth and vividness into their posts, but remember that you still have your own unique writing style. It doesn't matter how much content you cram into each post. Rather, it's how you make your posts come alive, even if it means your posts don't consist of twenty paragraphs. Comparing yourself to others doesn't help much, and if what you see is a roleplayer who is supposedly "better" at roleplaying than you, it doesn't really help your confidence.
Just believe in your own abilities, and don't judge your skills by how other roleplayers write.
I'll post an app of my own soon.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
((I always thought i was a horrible role-player, thinking i never could write more than two or three paragraphs at a time. But its not how much you write, its what you write.))
Name: Cannot be pronounced in the common tongue, so people call him "Zicka"
Age: No-one can see his face, so no age can be guessed at. However, his age is comparable to the gods'
Gender: He appears to be male.
Race: Fallen Angel
Appearance:
Without the sword. Hopefully it shows. (Its an image in case it glitches.)
Magic (If Applicable): Death magic. Put very simply, after a moment to charge, a single spell could kill a man. However, that is not all. He can also summon mock-tainted to fight with him. These mock-tainted are much weaker than humans, though can be summoned in great numbers. It would take around three to kill a normal human, and fifteen to kill a Tainted. He is also slightly adept at telekinesis and other basic elemental spells, though rarely uses them.
Chosen Deity: Titaint (Not anymore)
Expertise: Magic, teaching magic, killing Tainted.
Equipment/Weaponry: Clothing, which could be considered cloth armor. A wand implement as well.
Bio: Zicka was Titaint's first angel, created not long after the creation of the universe. Zicka watched as the people on earth grew and prospered. Centuries seemed to pass by over night. Then, Zicka overheard something about the Tainted, and got curious. Apparently the gods were planning to destroy the people on earth, having used up too many resources. Zicka protested, saying the Tainted was not the answer. He argued that they could create another world, similar to this one, and make the other one not exist outright, that would be more merciful. But despite this, they went on with the Tainted plan.
Zicka watched in horror as the people of the planet were slaughtered. It made him sick. He constantly protested to the gods, saying that the Tainted had killed enough, but Zicka was ignored. Then, for some reason, the gods saw that the the human numbers were getting lower than they wanted. Yet the Tainted could not be easily destroyed. Zicka was furious. He had warned them, he had protested, and NOW they figured it out? Zicka could not understand the gods why it took them this long to figure it out. Some were talking about sending angels to help, to teach magic to the humans to fight back. Zicka wanted to go.
However, Titaint didnt want Zicka to go. Zicka was his first and highest ranking angel. Zicka replied, "Then i am no longer your angel." Zicka then revoked Titaint and went to earth as soon as he could. However, Titant had cast a curse on Zicka. He would sleep for a long time when he arrived on earth, and wouldnt be found until he had awoken. He waited many years for the curse to wear off. By then humans had already known magic, and many Fallen Angels joined in the fight. Zicka decided to teach. He set up a temple in the northern mountains to begin training the few humans that were interested in Death magic. He remains there to this day, honing his skills, until he's needed on the field of battle.
Other: Pizza. Lots. And lots. Of pizza.
(( Both are approved! We'll start later today, I just don't have the time to do it this instant. If you guys want to begin, find a way to bring your characters to the Central District region. Chaos will ensue there. ))
((Guys, I understand the whole 'depth beats length' thing, but even in that area I don't really excel.
And I understand everyone has their own style, but if your style is strictly less depth filled in general, then your writing will suffer.
The weirdest part is is sometimes I spend hours rewriting and perfecting a character, and right before I post it I get bored. It kinda sucks, and I wish that I could still be in love with one of those characters enough to post it.
Like, seriously, they are all George's level. And I bet that's what George does too, he just doesn't get bored with that specific concept.))
((If your still accepting I might make an app.
And Sir I get what your feeling. Heck I take a look at all of these amazing people with their amazing posts and I think "Wow how can I stack up to these guys" But what they're saying is true. You just gotta find your own style, see what sticks.))
((I don't really think I've found it yet. Of course, I haven't tried alot - I've only been writing for 4 years.
Oh, and Ninja, I am the exact opposite of lazy. I hate taking the easy way out, and I always try to reach beyond my "limits", which I don't really believe in. So don't expect me to just throw something together.
Now I'm hyped. Let's see what I cook up.))
((Hmm, I've never tried challenge writing, besides the "I saw a bird" challenge, which was SSOO fun.
Thank you guys. See, maybe this is why I like writing with you guys so much. You actually aren't afraid to offer suggestions.
If anyone wants to judge anything I write on this forum, that is completely fine.))
This is going to be something rather . . .
Unique.
Name: Jeff Miller.
Age: By looks alone one would say 26. Exact measurement is impossible.
Gender: Male.
Race: Fallen Angel is as close as one could say.
Appearance:
Jeff stands at exactly 6'6", looming imposing over most that stand around him. His skin is a pale white, as if it had never seen the sun, but large portions are covered in burn marks, marring his flesh with streaks of red. His arms and legs are thin yet extremely muscular, and his fingers are long and bony. He covers his body in clothing; on his feet he wears heavy steel-toed workboots, on his legs he has a pair of blue-jeans that are burned and covered in splotches of molten metal, and his torso is covered by a heavy leather jacket that is similarly stained. On his hands he has heavy workgloves made of a gray hexagonal fabric; the gloves are capable of secreting an electro-conductive gel onto anything he touches. On his face he wears a heavy black hood that shadows most of his face, but his eyes seem to glow with a cyan light. On the lower half of his face he wears a gasmask of a gray metal; but small tubes of a glowing cyan liquid run across the frame of the mask. The purpose of the fluid is uncertain at best.
Although his features are for the most part masked, if one shone a bright light on his face, one would see a terrible sight. Scars and burns run up and down his face, the horrible red marks disfiguring his face permanently. His hair seems partly unaffected; the long black material burned only towards the back. The burns do not appear old, however; most appear relatively fresh.
Magic (If Applicable): He has two notable abilities. One will be developed in the RP, the other is the ability to add magical properties to mundane objects.
Chosen Deity: None.
Expertise: Jeff is a mechanical mastermind. Given the right materials, he can create just about anything.
Equipment/Weaponry: Jeff has three weapons that he carries on his person at all times, but he can easily rework them or make more if he needs to.
The first weapon is a simple Wrench made of adamantanium. The metal is his personal choice for materials; light, gray in color, and almost indestructible.
His second weapon is a revolver made entirely of metal. Small glass tubes of a glowing cyan fluid run alongside the barrel, and the bullets themselves seem to be glass cases of the same cyan fluid. The bullets deliver a strong electric shock that can, in the most severe cases, cause momentary paralysis.
The final weapon is his personal favorite and the greatest of the three. On the surface, it resembles a flamethrower. A long metallic body composed of adamantanium, a clear hose resembling plastic that runs up to a large glass/metal tank on his back, and other small similarities. However, the differences outweigh the similarities. The fluid is bright blue in color; the same blue fluid that decorates much of his constructions.
The nozzle at the end is detachable and he has five different ones hanging off his belt. The weapon fires sprays of electrical energy in powerful bursts; but each head does something different with that electrical energy.
The first nozzle sprays the energy over a large radius, hitting most things within a cone of about 25 feet. The gel secreted from his palms enhances the electrical capabilities of all the modes.
The second one fires concentrated balls of energy that fly long distances and not only harm their targets but those who get too close. Standing near the path of the sphere can cause it to adjust its course; a gravitational pull for life of sorts.
The third nozzle fires a single, concentrated, ray of energy in a straight line, causing considerable harm.
The fourth fires an extremely potent blast of energy but with a very small radius; only a few feet. It's purpose is both extremely close-ranged combat and a more unique one. If Jeff fires it at the ground directly below himself, or in the air in front of himself, it pushes him with a large amount of force. This allows for a form of flight.
The fifth and final nozzle fires the liquid straight from the pack with no electrical conversion, meaning that anyone who is hit with the other nozzles after will be harmed considerably more.
Bio:
I don't want to be that guy who puts 'To Be RP'd', but I think I'd rather do that for this character. That, and if I were to write his backstory here, no matter how hard I tried to condense it, it'd be a hundred and a half pages long.
Other: Purple cow ice-cream (what're you gonna do?)
I'd link my 4chan account here, but . . . well, it doesn't take a genius to figure out why I can't do that.
(( Editted Out because editing is fun.
Delusions are totally fine, just don't go overboard with making them. Will either edit this post with my IC content or make a second one if someone posts before then. ))
((Ah, look! Over the horizon! It's a new app!))
Name: THEO.//61A1V5, codename: Glaive
Age: 8 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Bionic Human
Appearance: Glaive stands at a substantial six feet tall, but it is certainly not all muscle. His entire body is covered in red metal, with yellow here and there as well. It is hard to describe, so I'm going to put an image here. The image will pretty much sum it up perfectly.
Magic: While technically not magic, the cybernetic improvements made to Glaive include immense amplification of psychic ability and a state-of-the-art detection system that picks up any and all living organisms within a five mile radius.
Chosen Deity: None
Expertise: Glaive was designed to be the ultimate in battle prowess and capacity for destruction.
Equipment/Weaponry: To begin, Glaive's physical attributes have been amplified far beyond that of any human, possessing superhuman strength, speed, stamina and reflexes. The subject's hearing and eyesight, while not totally stellar, is still better than most.
Glaive's arsenal of weapons is also quite broad. In melee combat, he has two retractable plasma blades built into his wrists that can easily slice clean through a solid steel beam, with human flesh being a simple afterthought. When fighting from a distance, Glaive possesses two plasma blasters concealed within the palm of his hand.
As stated earlier, the bionic modifications made to him include exponential amplification of his psychic ability. Telekinesis, limited levitation and manifestation of psychic energy in a physical form are a few examples of this.
However, Glaive was still unable to surpass basic human needs - sleep, nutrition, water and oxygen.
Bio: Glaive's story begins with a dubious company by the name of Horizon Industries. They mostly deal with Bionics -- artificial modifications and improvements to living beings. Before Glaive, any human Bionic modifications were small, usually unnoticeable, as anything large could cause permanent damage. The largest known Bionic upgrade in terms of size is only about as big as a human eye. Full-scale bionic transformation was a staggering success in animals such as dogs and bats.
However, human experimentation was not something that could be released to the public. Support for the company would be drastically decreased, funding would be pulled, people would lose their jobs, and ultimately it could lead to the downfall of the company.
It wasn't until a man by the name of Theo Mores actively volunteered to undergo full-scale bionic transformation that testing really began. The process was to take many years, but little by little, Theo took on more mechanized properties. It started with psychic implants, which didn't affect his appearance much aside from a few scars on his forehead, but his psychic abilities had been increased exponentially.
As the years went on, Theo's body was slowly transformed. He was still fully human, but he certainly didn't look like it. The machinery had been fused with his body, making them inseparable. It was the world's first fully bionic human.
After eight years, he was completed. December 19th marked one of mankind's greatest triumphs. Glaive, the ultimate in bionic achievement, was a huge success. His skill superior to that of a normal human, he was released from Horizon's protection after those eight long years.
But celebration of a glorious victory would soon turn into a nightmare for poor Theo. During those eight years, the entire city had been completely destroyed by an army of Tainted. Stragglers lingered everywhere while bodies laid at their feet. The ruined lobby of Horizon Industries was all that remained of the above-ground portion.
Glaive was enraged. The instant he saw the first Tainted, he brutally slaughtered it in a blind frenzy. He quickly made the way towards his old house and found it in ruins, his older brother long dead. With nothing left of his old life, he left the city to find out more about what happened. Surely more people knew about it, and he was going to find those people and get some answers, even if by force.
Other: Hot, delicious meat lover's pizza
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
(( I'm super sorry everybody. Because of balancing work with my social life and tossing this in as well, my plate's pretty filled up. I'll try to get more time devoted to Roleplaying, but don't be surprised if I don't answer immediately. Ronin, approved.
Someone in this post has a relatively strong Chicago-New York accent, so I'll put what they are saying in parenthesis next to the word, even if it is obvious. ))
[Fiora]
The car slowed to a stop in the midst of a city, quite a large one in fact. This was, according to what I had heard, the capital of the Central District. It had no official name, apparently, but was frequently called Central due to it's vast area and how it was positioned at the center of the country. The car door swung open easily, so I took the chance to step out. Those who had driven me here were some citizens from a nearby town and they seemed to look at me strangely. Of course, I never expected equal treatment, but the way they stared at me, their eyes filled with scornful disapproval, it terrified me. Perhaps this was my punishment for being a former Goddess.
Deciding to go on a tour of the city, I began to wander around, getting a decent lay of the land. Almost every building was a tour, a large amount of such being skyscrapers. The glittering metal was uniquely beautiful, the silver glare making the whole city look like a pile of treasure. From what I saw, there were few temples in this city, most of those remaining looking like they had been ransacked. Was the worship of the Gods outlawed here?
"Oi, mate." Someone said from a little ways off. The guy was wearing a gray hoodie and a black set of cargo pants. He wasn't that tall, but he was a bit taller than myself. For a second, I thought he was referring to me, but closer inspection revealed that he was talking to someone else. "You 'ear (hear) da rumors? People sayin' (saying) that there's a ton of them Taint'd (Tainted) folk near Central. Numbas (Numbers) say there's a hunnit (hundred) or so, but ma (my) source begs to diffa (differ). He says they's got (they have) least a thousan' (thousand) or so." The man this informant was talking to was quiet for a bit, but began to talk
"Seriously?" The man getting informed questioned, his voice filled with concern. He mumbled something, but I couldn't hear what. "I don't know if it's true, but even so, I'll grab my family and go to the center of the city for a few days. With Christmas coming up, I really don't want to deal with so much grief. The inner city should be safe."
The informant nodded in agreement. "If ya (you) give me ya (your) address, I'll keep tabs on ya (your) flat. I've got methods a' (of) getting in and out of the different neighborhoods. I'd sagest (suggest) tellin' ya (your) neighbors. Beta (Better) safe den (then) sorry." I could have sworn that, when the man stopped talking, he gave a quick smirk. Something about the informant didn't seem right to me, but it was most likely just me getting adjusted to being around Humans. The man being informed ran away, probably back to his house. The informant gave a sly grin, then walked down the sidewalk in my direction. I'd have to remember his face in case he came up later.