The night was young, It was rainy, Remanda was sitting under a bride, He was thinking of where his father had gone, He had made a fire, He was listening to the cars drive across the bride, The sound of rain falling, The warmth of the fire, He watched as the rain fell, He gently drifted into sleep.
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Hash jumped from rooftop to rooftop, the rain beating down on hit duster. ~This is one tough cat to follow!~ He nearly slipped as the figure turned into an alley way. He regained his footing and jumped across to the next building. He slowed down to a trot as he was readying his descent. He jumped onto a nearby ladder, then slid down. His feet squeaked on the dripping metal. The man looked behind him to see a being cowering in the corner. His hand slid into his pocket pulling out a "Hush Puppy". [[Hush puppy is a name for a silencer people :tongue.gif:]]. The muzzle breaker turned into place onto the M1911. Hash's finger cocked back the hammer, positioning his finger on the trigger.
"Any last words pathetic being?" The cowering man tranformed into a grey blob with stalking, almost like a large snail.
"Please, don't do this." His voice shivered from the cold and out of fear. "Goodbye." There was a flash, and only smoke left. The blobs gelatonus blood drained into the nearby sewers.
Charlie sat at his computer deck, typing away. He had an incredible amount of homework to do. Sipping slowly on his Monster energy, he continued to type. The keys made soft clicking sounds as the words were brought to life on the screen. Some were aborted, like a child at birth, whenever the backspace was used. The heavy rain outside his small college dorm made pitter patter sounds on the roof. It was nearly two in the morning. All Charlie wanted was some shut eye, but that wasn't on the horizon.
One ear bud hung dangling from his head, the other one playing incredibly fast and heavy music. To others, this music sounded like talentless screaming and fast guitar riffs; the heavy double bass of the drums shook souls. But to Charlie, it relaxed him. He felt, connected, to the music. As if the lyrics matched every event to happen in his life. His head slowly bobbed, and his feet tried to match the incredibly fast beat of the drum's foot pedal. His fingers still fired away like a machine gun on the keyboard.
Remanda woke up, He knew it was late still, He saw it stopped raining, He walked out from under the bridge, He a full moon, "I shall set off to find my father!" He said to himself, He started to transform, He fell on the ground, Fur started growing rapidly allover his body, His eyes faded to black, His ears pointed up, and his hands turned to big paws, He rapidly grew claws, He got up giving a roar, He jumped up on the bridge seeing as there were not very many cars, He ran into an alley knocking over trash cans and dumpsters, He sniffed the air rapidly picking up a scent, He followed it to find a human taking out the trash, He sat there ready to pounce, As the human turned around He jumped on him, The human yelled as he ripped his head off and ate his body, Humans started waking up, Remanda jumped up onto stairs, He jumped up more stairs till he reached the top, He ran on the rooftops jumping from one house to another, He stopped letting out a roar as the sun came up, Remanda fell down, His fur rapidly died and faded, His eyes went to normal, His ears fell back, his paws turned back to human hands, Remanda laid there with torn clothes, sleeping as clouds filled the area once again.
"Will you call me?" the young woman looked at Car earnestly.
Car smiled and let her stew for a few tense seconds he could slowly see her face change a little before he answered, "Be a good girl and I will"
He gave her a kiss and a pat on the butt as he closed the door to the taxi.
Walking upstairs to the second story apartment he returned to his home, it wasn't very big and for two people there was barely enough living space but it was close to his university plus amenities.
"Jeez I thought she'd never get out of my hair Occam!" Car looked down into the bowl of his blue fighting fish giving it a pinch of food.
"The problem with one night stands is you never know what you're going to get, it's better to have a girl that understands what you enjoy in bed."
Occam ignored Car and chased down all the fish flakes sinking in his water home.
"Geh, maybe I should call one of my girlfriends over tonight? What do you think?"
Car was prone to talking to Occam in rhetorical questions, no doubt it was an odd thing to do. Car turned on the tv for some ambient noise and started up his laptop, the news was on.
"so in your opinion do you think these murders are likely to continue?" the young woman was quizzing the commissioner of the police force.
"Yes we have several possible leads and are following them up, rest assured that we are doing everything in our power and this murder will not elude us for long"
"What a lot of cod... you hear that Occam? The police in this city are incompetent, the murders are increasing and there's nothing they seem able to do about it."
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Name/Alias:Cyrus Days
Race: Vampire/Demon (Dad) Elf/ Angel (Mum)
Reference Link: Alot like this guy (CASTIEL!)
Personality: He dosent. Hes a secretive bast@%$ who keeps to himself, coming out of the shadows only when neccesary.
Normal Appearance: A normal person........ with purple eyes, big white wings, pointy ears and sharp canines. He also has black hair, well muscled and tall. He also has one robotic eye and a robotic arm.
Human Appearance: A 14 year old boy.
Human Occupation: Changes alot.
History: Well.................... his mothers parents were a Fallen Angel and an Elf. His Father was a Demon and a Vampire. When he was born, there was a great storm. He was never meant to be born. When he had been alive for 18 years, he moved out and hit the road. Not really needing much food, he managed to sustain himself on the odd job. In the supernatural world, hes a detective.
Powers/abilities: Magic.
Flight.
Laser cannon in arm.
X-ray, night and infrared vision.
Sword named blade kitten.
Staff like weapon that fire energy called the peacekeeper.
Shoddy gun
His teeth.
Pretty strong and fast.
Story Goals: Cases:
Find the missing girl, Lucy Kerina
Find the rogue vampire
Find the Arch angel
Find the mysterious killer
Personal:
Find the mysterious gang
Get some booze
Find a new job
Get some new clothes, these ones are burnt.
Quirks: Hes crazy and dangerous.
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Hash was shivering from the damp evening rain, his jaw clenched to kep it from chattering. "Just another day in the office." he threw his silencer onto his couch, and gently placed his M1911 next to him, as not to shoot it. His T.V. was a 50" plasma screen with graphics too complex for it to not be from the future.
Why is there nothing ever good on?" His butler, Jeaves walked in with the mail scanning through each letter for the details. "Sir, here is your pay for the blob assassination, and here is a letter from Steven." He extended the letter for Hash to grab.
Remanda woke up on the rooftop, "Ugh!" He yelled, "I need to find him!" He yelled louder banging on the roof, He got up and walked towards some stairs leading down, He walked down the stairs, As he reached the bottom he heard some police, He hurried down the stairs, He hid behind a dumpster, He watched them walk by, "I wonder who killed this guy?" He said passing by, "Yeah, I know, That guy was torn apart, He must have been really mad." Remanda Smiled as he watched them go by, He got up and ran, He stopped and panted, "I better get to work!" He said, He caught a taxi, He went to his apartment and got ready, He put his police uniform on, Then he Grabbed his holster and pistol, He stuck them on his side, He caught a taxi again, This time he rode to the police station, He walked in, "Good morning," He said to some police officers, "Your late again." The chief said, "I know but--" He said trying to excuse himself, "No buts officer, Your suppose to be here at six o'clock, Now get to work!" He said to Remanda, "Yes sir." He said to the chief, "You got another investigation to do, Over at 7th street again." The chief said, "Yes sir!" Remanda said heading towards the door, He got in the car and drove off to 7th street.
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Name/Alias: Ezekiel Harker (or just "Zeke") Race: Vampire (a new breed, explained in History section) Reference Link:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vampire Personality: Zeke is very reserved and collected, and neither initiates nor enjoys conversation with humans (unless they are a feeding target.) He is fascinated by nature, and as such records it in the form of painted art. He also enjoys reading and writing.
Normal Appearance: He appears outwardly human, but should he abstain from feeding, his true form of rot and decay would reveal itself; being a reanimated corpse of substantial age. Human Appearance: He is a bit above average height, but quite thin. His skin is lightly tanned, and his hair is a rich brown; cut at shoulder length. His eyes are normally a light auburn-ish color, but the longer he goes without feeding, the darker they become (and the more his blood vessels show, making his eyes also appear red) Human Occupation: Painter. Lanscapes mostly, but every so often he paints a realistic portrait of someone important to him.
History: In the modern world, Vampires came face to face with recent impediments against their kind. The rise in prominence of Sexually Transmitted Diseases proved a disastrous blow to the Vampiric underground; they now struggled with feeding. Many vampires preyed on the weak and dying, people that society would not miss; drug-users and other scum of the criminal world. But these people were now more likely than ever to be carrying a disease that not only made their blood useless to vampires, but deadly. Only a few number of vampires, who had managed to control their urges and become doctors, could properly screen their prey for the disease and be sure; but not every vampire could. Then came what was dubbed "the vampirophile phenomenon", where teen subcultures became obssessed with the idea of vampires, (thanks to novels like "Twilight" and "Vampire Diaries", which glamorized the undead beings), which made many people wary of their hidden presence and made feeding nearly impossible for some. With numbers heavily dwindling, the only salvation for vampires lied in the next generation: the psychics.
These vampires were born with the unique ability to feed from a distance; they were able to draw the quintessential "life-force" of living humans purely with the power of their minds. Some believed that these vampire children were cursed with ancient magics, while others believed they were an evolutionary leap forward in the species. Whatever the case, they were an answer to the vampires' growing problems; but of course, not without problems of their own.
Zeke was born a psychic vampire. His parents, however, instilled in him that the taste of human blood is better than simply the rejuvenation it brings, and taught him the covert skills he needed to feed on the living physically. Slowly, his parents died of STD infections; unable to seek proper medical help for fear of being found out. This deterred Zeke from feeding physically, though the urge his parents instilled in him is still there and very real. Now, Zeke lives on his own, struggling to survive in both the world of the living, and as a bloodthirsty next generation vampire. Powers/abilities:
Psychic feeding: this ability can range from subtle (noticeable only by a dampening of mood in the prey) to deadly (a rather quick and painful absorption of life.) Its drawbacks include a feedback of negative energy if performed too quickly, draining Zeke of life instead of feeding him.
Knowledge of Magics: most vampires are raised with some degree of knowledge in the magic arts, and Zeke has taken time to study them on his own.
Immortality: If properly fed, a vampire will not age, and their organs will not shut down, giving them an unlimited natural lifespan.
Empathy: a side effect of psychic feeding, zeke can "taste" the emotions of those he feeds from.
Physical prowess: when sufficiently full of life-force, the undead's body can behave beyond the limits of the living's. Uninhibited by the need for oxygen, the muscles can perform to their utmost fullest at all times, making zeke stronger, faster, and more agile than most humans.
Enhanced senses: the five senses of the human body are more sensitive to the undead; thanks to the increased capacity for life-force.
Extra-sensory perception: due to his nature of being "psychic", he is actually more susceptible to the "psychic" inclinations of the human brain, mind, and soul. A sixth sense, if you will, although untamed, can sometimes alert Zeke to incoming events minutes beforehand, and sense the presence and auras of the living.
Story Goals: Zeke is simply aiming to survive in the modern day; something so many vampires have failed to do, leaving him quite alone. Quirks: I'm not sure I can get more interesting than the aforementioned...
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Name/Alias:Uriel Ra
Race: Fallen Angel
Reference Link: Here is one for demon,Here is one for Archangel, and here is one for fallen angels. He doesn't really fall in any of these catagories any more than the others. I will describe his powers and whatnot more thoroughly in the history section.
Personality: He is rather insane. Mainly from the shock of being cast out of heaven Uriel is crazed and furious. He thinks of himself as a savior and punisher of sins; he never doubts his killings as something wrong or unjust.
Normal Appearance: He wears sliver armor with a cross on the chest but usually has a red robe over top of his armor. He has a set of large wings. His eyes look like staring into a fire.
Human Appearance: He looks like a sophisticated man in his 30's with well trimmed hair and beard. When he is angry his eyes flicker and show a glimpse of the fire that burns within.
Human Occupation: He tries to stay as off the charts as possible as most of the time his time is consumed with killing the sinners. He is rather well known in the underground as he occasionally will work with gangs to find his next target.
History: Uriel literally means "Fire Of God" and this is what he has become. He used to be an Archangel but, was shunned from Heaven after he attempted to kill another angel who had sinned before God. Being cast down from heaven made him go insane and he vowed to continue judging and prosecuting the unworthy. He wields a sword of flames but is also rather fond of guns. He generally hates most humans as he finds them to be a "dirty species" and he often tells humans this. After losing his immortality he is actually quite fragile and he often forgets this, making him prone to injury from brash and reckless decisions. He plans out the majority of things very well but when he gets to the situation he loses control.
Powers/abilities:
-Flight
-Sword of Flames
-Incredible will power
-Abnormally skilled with guns
Story Goals: He is currently trying to kill and topple the empire of a major drug dealer. He won't rest until all sinners are dead and he is once again an Archangel and with God.
Quirks: People have a tendency to dislike him(shocker,I know) and though he mainly goes after menaces to society he will assassinate leaders and "good" people if they have made a major sin.
guygombaa: Normally I try to balance my criticism between good/good and in this case I'm honestly lost for any balance or logic this character has. Firstly it's a god character with little shame, second it doesn't at all fit the time period with lasers and in an effort to justify your powers you've created the most ridiculous mixing of parents, that still don't explain half of what your character has.
For balance and logic reasons this application has been denied.
Crafting_Mines: I am a bit dubious about the ESP yet will let you keep your character pretty much intact for the time being. If you can show restraint and good roleplaying then I won't have any problems, otherwise I may have to clip your wings.
I am happy with your app and you're welcome to post.
eragon2112: I'm reading your app and it's honestly borderline, I like the first half of the character as it well written and sounds thought out. When I get to your powers and halfway through history things seem a little more troubling.
Firstly being near unkillable is pretty much the same as unkillable, I have a jacket that can with stand 24 hours of non stop rain and it's classed as water resistant instead of water proof. If you don't get my point your character doesn't need to block with metal wings (that are too heavy to even fly) he can stand there eating bullets until everyone runs out of ammunition. This character is one of those kinds that is a god character, when you think about the situations you put them in ~ it's hard for me to think of any situation where he could be killed.
You're almost in, I like your editing, grammar and attention. I'd like you to think about and edit your character a bit more ~ remembering there are other players in this RP. Good RPing isn't about how many people you can kill, people skim read/ignore those posts, it's about how your character interacts (or even fights) with other players.
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Time Zone: Grand Forks, BC, Canada
Name: Rowin Shar
Personality: Rowin is a extremely cold person. It is almost impossible to get her into a conversation, unless you have something she is interested in. She hates people who don't carry there own weight. She has some magic skills.
Age: 24
Physique: She is 5" 8", and is fairly muscular. (not ripped). She has what most people would consider a pretty face and body, except for her scars she got in the army. She has long straight black hair. She is obviously of Asian descent.
Clothing Style: Rowin tends to wear a black leather Jacket and camo pants or jeans. Under her jacket she usually wears a black tank top, or a T-Shirt.
Biography: Born in a remote part of the USA she has was able to see the supernatural since birth. She played with supernatural when she was just a baby. When she was 14 the majority of her friends where supernatural and her parents where becoming fairly concerned because, as far as they knew, she had no friends. They paid most of there savings to send her to a private school in Freman City. At the time, she was devastated. At 17 the school mysteriously burnt to the ground. She had discovered that she had minor magical powers. She could make weak minded people obey her. also, she could catch things on fire using just her mind. In the next few years, she practiced her magic, until she could control it almost perfectly. Still, when she gets angry, things tend to... burn... She served as a transport chopper pilot in the army for a few years until she had a dishonourable discharge. She doesnt like to talk about what happened. She still loves her parents, and often goes to visit them in the country, and visit her supernatural friends.
Occupation: Rowin works as a private investigator, investigating supernatural events that sometimes even stump the police. She will work for anyone, as long as the got the money.
Story Goals: She is currently investigating a string of unexplainable murders that the police have been investigating. She was hired by one of the victims husbands. All the crime scenes have to trace of anything that would cause the death. The bodies see to have just exploded. There are no current suspects
Abilities: She is what some people would call an elemental. she can summon fire with her mind. Also, as with all elementals, she can control weak minded people.
Quirks: She always carries a 357. Magnum and 12 rounds on her. She even sleeps with them under her pillow.
Also, @Deadalready, when eragon2112 says he's practically immortal, but suffers from injuries like anyone else, i think he means, that if he gets shot in the chest, he's down, but he's not dead. So he probably won't die if he gets stabbed, but he'll be on the ground, in pain... Just saying.
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"Thank you Jeaves, just put the money in the vault with the rest." He grabbed the letter from the butler, and ripped it open, sending shreds of paper. It read: Flash I need for you to go down to the metro station, there will be a man there. He is a supernatural, but he is not the target. Hash was surprised at this, seeing as how he had never worked with a supernatural, only kill them. I know you may be surprised at this but he is where you will get the money from. He will be working with you, seeing to it that you will be getting the job done correctly. Look for him in the last car on the subway at 3 A.M. You will get more details from him, good luck. Hash crumpled up the paper, and grabbed his gun and silencer. "Well Jeaves, I guess there just ain't no rest for the wicked." He gave a slight wink to Jeaves, since that was his favorite song.
eragon2112: I'm reading your app and it's honestly borderline, I like the first half of the character as it well written and sounds thought out. When I get to your powers and halfway through history things seem a little more troubling.
Firstly being near unkillable is pretty much the same as unkillable, I have a jacket that can with stand 24 hours of non stop rain and it's classed as water resistant instead of water proof. If you don't get my point your character doesn't need to block with metal wings (that are too heavy to even fly) he can stand there eating bullets until everyone runs out of ammunition. This character is one of those kinds that is a god character, when you think about the situations you put them in ~ it's hard for me to think of any situation where he could be killed.
You're almost in, I like your editing, grammar and attention. I'd like you to think about and edit your character a bit more ~ remembering there are other players in this RP. Good RPing isn't about how many people you can kill, people skim read/ignore those posts, it's about how your character interacts (or even fights) with other players.
((Thank you for the awesome criticism I took your advice and edited my character, I hope your are ok with him now.))
"Voila." The word rolled off Zeke's tongue with the utmost eloquence as he unveiled his work of art. A stunning scene filled the canvas; a depiction of rolling hills, distant trees, towering mountains, and a beautiful morning sky. The level of detail was picture perfect, and Zeke stood proudly at its side. His audience of one, a woman guest of his, displayed the tell-tale signs of awe in her face, and stared into Zeke's eyes as she muttered, "It's beautiful."
Zeke, however, was not convinced.
He focused on her presence, embraced it, collected it; the mental processes which now were so natural to Zeke can hardly be explained with words. But slowly, he absorbed a tiny part of her essence, her soul merging with his. She noticed nothing but his silence. He, however, felt what she felt. Her emotions were unveiled to him. Neither love nor awe was in her, but an anxiousness. The woman who had long claimed to see his work was hardly interested in his paintings. This woman, dare Zeke call her such, longed for no aesthetic pleasure, but a pleasure more baser and primitive to the human body.
"Not as beautiful as you," Zeke said, dissatisfied with himself for resorting to such a tired cliche. He walked to her side and sat beside her, caressing the curve of her face with his fingertips. She blushed through her make-up, but still stared into his eyes, longing for more. Again he seized a fraction of her essence, with her none the wiser. She leaned in to touch his lips with hers, but Zeke felt no love in her; only a carnal craving similar to his own. This ***** of a woman, this psuedo-fan who persuaded him to take her to his private dwell to observe his latest unsold pieces, was doing nothing more than giving in to her fleshly desires, and probably only to flaunt her success with her harpies of friends. So, Zeke too would give in to his desires; his anger towards her coupled with his hunger drove him to satisfy his own baser pleasure.
Just as they were about to kiss, Zeke drew back, turning his gaze away.
"I'm sorry," the woman apologized gracefully, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that."
"It doesn't matter..." Zeke said in a low voice, leering as he glared at her neck. "...because I'm not."
With that, he seized her essence as before, but this time, with anger and speed and with little control. The woman blinked hard and shook her head, a headache coming upon her. She could feel that something was wrong, she grew weaker, though she did not understand. She saw Zeke stand to his feet, a hellish grin upon his face and a wild ferociousness in his eyes.
...and that was the last thing she saw. A crippling pain in her throat and spine, the last thing she felt.
The vampire, so quick in speed as to evade her sight, had in one motion lurched forward and bit into her neck, his powerful jaws snapping the bone and collapsing the throat, delivering a rather quick unconsciousness and close following death. Her lifeless body hanging from his mouth like the prey of lion, he sucked away at her profuse blood, gorging himself on her. Her body soon became pale, and Zeke carefully placed her upon the floor. Without another word, he retreated to another room in his house to clean himself of her blood; letting as little as possible go to waste.
He returned, a large bag in hand, and in his mind, Zeke heard his parents instructing him on these steps to take to ensure his innocence. He deftly undressed her to her bare form; taking jewelry and all. He then placed her inside the large bag, breaking parts of her to be sure she fit snugly. Then he zipped the bag and carried it away, to be rid of her.
Of course the police would find her body eventually and identify her, but they would never be able to trace him through her. He flawlessly ran and bounded through an abandoned industrial site, and placed the bag in a pile of rubble. He returned to his home within the hour, and dialed the number of one of his most common buyers. His alibi was set, his hunger satisfied and his mind at rest.
For the time being, anyway.
((blech, this was terrible, but...it will have to do for now...))
((Hopefully haven't missed anyone as I've been quite busy lately :sleep.gif: ))
((Crafting_Mines: you've been added to the players list, I accepted you but didn't have the time to edit my post to include you to the list. Just minor housework details.
eragon2112: Added to players and you're good to post
agent_PIE: Added to players and you're good to post))
guygombaa: Normally I try to balance my criticism between good/good and in this case I'm honestly lost for any balance or logic this character has. Firstly it's a god character with little shame, second it doesn't at all fit the time period with lasers and in an effort to justify your powers you've created the most ridiculous mixing of parents, that still don't explain half of what your character has.
For balance and logic reasons this application has been denied.
Crafting_Mines: I am a bit dubious about the ESP yet will let you keep your character pretty much intact for the time being. If you can show restraint and good roleplaying then I won't have any problems, otherwise I may have to clip your wings.
I am happy with your app and you're welcome to post.
eragon2112: I'm reading your app and it's honestly borderline, I like the first half of the character as it well written and sounds thought out. When I get to your powers and halfway through history things seem a little more troubling.
Firstly being near unkillable is pretty much the same as unkillable, I have a jacket that can with stand 24 hours of non stop rain and it's classed as water resistant instead of water proof. If you don't get my point your character doesn't need to block with metal wings (that are too heavy to even fly) he can stand there eating bullets until everyone runs out of ammunition. This character is one of those kinds that is a god character, when you think about the situations you put them in ~ it's hard for me to think of any situation where he could be killed.
You're almost in, I like your editing, grammar and attention. I'd like you to think about and edit your character a bit more ~ remembering there are other players in this RP. Good RPing isn't about how many people you can kill, people skim read/ignore those posts, it's about how your character interacts (or even fights) with other players.
((Wow. I didnt understand half of that. Only the denied part and the god part. Hes an angel, not a god. And I dont remember any Lasers.))
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"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis
Also, god character refers to an overpowered character with no weakness. If this guy gets caught by a human, so what? He can fly away, kill the human, etc, etc. He is strong in close and long range combat, as it looks. He has no bad personality traits. No good personality traits, either. He just... Isn't a viable choice.
I'll post soon. I don't know why I've been neglecting this.))
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<- Please. ._.
"Any last words pathetic being?" The cowering man tranformed into a grey blob with stalking, almost like a large snail.
"Please, don't do this." His voice shivered from the cold and out of fear. "Goodbye." There was a flash, and only smoke left. The blobs gelatonus blood drained into the nearby sewers.
One ear bud hung dangling from his head, the other one playing incredibly fast and heavy music. To others, this music sounded like talentless screaming and fast guitar riffs; the heavy double bass of the drums shook souls. But to Charlie, it relaxed him. He felt, connected, to the music. As if the lyrics matched every event to happen in his life. His head slowly bobbed, and his feet tried to match the incredibly fast beat of the drum's foot pedal. His fingers still fired away like a machine gun on the keyboard.
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Car smiled and let her stew for a few tense seconds he could slowly see her face change a little before he answered, "Be a good girl and I will"
He gave her a kiss and a pat on the butt as he closed the door to the taxi.
Walking upstairs to the second story apartment he returned to his home, it wasn't very big and for two people there was barely enough living space but it was close to his university plus amenities.
"Jeez I thought she'd never get out of my hair Occam!" Car looked down into the bowl of his blue fighting fish giving it a pinch of food.
"The problem with one night stands is you never know what you're going to get, it's better to have a girl that understands what you enjoy in bed."
Occam ignored Car and chased down all the fish flakes sinking in his water home.
"Geh, maybe I should call one of my girlfriends over tonight? What do you think?"
Car was prone to talking to Occam in rhetorical questions, no doubt it was an odd thing to do. Car turned on the tv for some ambient noise and started up his laptop, the news was on.
"so in your opinion do you think these murders are likely to continue?" the young woman was quizzing the commissioner of the police force.
"Yes we have several possible leads and are following them up, rest assured that we are doing everything in our power and this murder will not elude us for long"
"What a lot of cod... you hear that Occam? The police in this city are incompetent, the murders are increasing and there's nothing they seem able to do about it."
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RP Commitments: How many active Rps are you currently in?
Time Zone: Or what area in the world are you in.
Name/Alias:Cyrus Days
Race: Vampire/Demon (Dad) Elf/ Angel (Mum)
Reference Link: Alot like this guy (CASTIEL!)
Personality: He dosent. Hes a secretive bast@%$ who keeps to himself, coming out of the shadows only when neccesary.
Normal Appearance: A normal person........ with purple eyes, big white wings, pointy ears and sharp canines. He also has black hair, well muscled and tall. He also has one robotic eye and a robotic arm.
Human Appearance: A 14 year old boy.
Human Occupation: Changes alot.
History: Well.................... his mothers parents were a Fallen Angel and an Elf. His Father was a Demon and a Vampire. When he was born, there was a great storm. He was never meant to be born. When he had been alive for 18 years, he moved out and hit the road. Not really needing much food, he managed to sustain himself on the odd job. In the supernatural world, hes a detective.
Powers/abilities: Magic.
Flight.
Laser cannon in arm.
X-ray, night and infrared vision.
Sword named blade kitten.
Staff like weapon that fire energy called the peacekeeper.
Shoddy gun
His teeth.
Pretty strong and fast.
Story Goals: Cases:
Find the missing girl, Lucy Kerina
Find the rogue vampire
Find the Arch angel
Find the mysterious killer
Personal:
Find the mysterious gang
Get some booze
Find a new job
Get some new clothes, these ones are burnt.
Quirks: Hes crazy and dangerous.
"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis
Why is there nothing ever good on?" His butler, Jeaves walked in with the mail scanning through each letter for the details. "Sir, here is your pay for the blob assassination, and here is a letter from Steven." He extended the letter for Hash to grab.
Post Frequency: I check in several times a day, 4-5 days a week.
RP Commitments: As of now, this is the first I've applied to, but I plan on joining 2 or 3 more.
Time Zone: The northeast coast of America...I have no idea what that time zone is...
Name/Alias: Ezekiel Harker (or just "Zeke")
Race: Vampire (a new breed, explained in History section)
Reference Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vampire
Personality: Zeke is very reserved and collected, and neither initiates nor enjoys conversation with humans (unless they are a feeding target.) He is fascinated by nature, and as such records it in the form of painted art. He also enjoys reading and writing.
Normal Appearance: He appears outwardly human, but should he abstain from feeding, his true form of rot and decay would reveal itself; being a reanimated corpse of substantial age.
Human Appearance: He is a bit above average height, but quite thin. His skin is lightly tanned, and his hair is a rich brown; cut at shoulder length. His eyes are normally a light auburn-ish color, but the longer he goes without feeding, the darker they become (and the more his blood vessels show, making his eyes also appear red)
Human Occupation: Painter. Lanscapes mostly, but every so often he paints a realistic portrait of someone important to him.
History: In the modern world, Vampires came face to face with recent impediments against their kind. The rise in prominence of Sexually Transmitted Diseases proved a disastrous blow to the Vampiric underground; they now struggled with feeding. Many vampires preyed on the weak and dying, people that society would not miss; drug-users and other scum of the criminal world. But these people were now more likely than ever to be carrying a disease that not only made their blood useless to vampires, but deadly. Only a few number of vampires, who had managed to control their urges and become doctors, could properly screen their prey for the disease and be sure; but not every vampire could. Then came what was dubbed "the vampirophile phenomenon", where teen subcultures became obssessed with the idea of vampires, (thanks to novels like "Twilight" and "Vampire Diaries", which glamorized the undead beings), which made many people wary of their hidden presence and made feeding nearly impossible for some. With numbers heavily dwindling, the only salvation for vampires lied in the next generation: the psychics.
These vampires were born with the unique ability to feed from a distance; they were able to draw the quintessential "life-force" of living humans purely with the power of their minds. Some believed that these vampire children were cursed with ancient magics, while others believed they were an evolutionary leap forward in the species. Whatever the case, they were an answer to the vampires' growing problems; but of course, not without problems of their own.
Zeke was born a psychic vampire. His parents, however, instilled in him that the taste of human blood is better than simply the rejuvenation it brings, and taught him the covert skills he needed to feed on the living physically. Slowly, his parents died of STD infections; unable to seek proper medical help for fear of being found out. This deterred Zeke from feeding physically, though the urge his parents instilled in him is still there and very real. Now, Zeke lives on his own, struggling to survive in both the world of the living, and as a bloodthirsty next generation vampire.
Powers/abilities:
Quirks: I'm not sure I can get more interesting than the aforementioned...
Post Frequency: I'm normally on 4-5 days a week
RP Commitments: 0 but I will be joining one or two soon
Time Zone:EST
Name/Alias:Uriel Ra
Race: Fallen Angel
Reference Link: Here is one for demon,Here is one for Archangel, and here is one for fallen angels. He doesn't really fall in any of these catagories any more than the others. I will describe his powers and whatnot more thoroughly in the history section.
Personality: He is rather insane. Mainly from the shock of being cast out of heaven Uriel is crazed and furious. He thinks of himself as a savior and punisher of sins; he never doubts his killings as something wrong or unjust.
Normal Appearance: He wears sliver armor with a cross on the chest but usually has a red robe over top of his armor. He has a set of large wings. His eyes look like staring into a fire.
Human Appearance: He looks like a sophisticated man in his 30's with well trimmed hair and beard. When he is angry his eyes flicker and show a glimpse of the fire that burns within.
Human Occupation: He tries to stay as off the charts as possible as most of the time his time is consumed with killing the sinners. He is rather well known in the underground as he occasionally will work with gangs to find his next target.
History: Uriel literally means "Fire Of God" and this is what he has become. He used to be an Archangel but, was shunned from Heaven after he attempted to kill another angel who had sinned before God. Being cast down from heaven made him go insane and he vowed to continue judging and prosecuting the unworthy. He wields a sword of flames but is also rather fond of guns. He generally hates most humans as he finds them to be a "dirty species" and he often tells humans this. After losing his immortality he is actually quite fragile and he often forgets this, making him prone to injury from brash and reckless decisions. He plans out the majority of things very well but when he gets to the situation he loses control.
Powers/abilities:
-Flight
-Sword of Flames
-Incredible will power
-Abnormally skilled with guns
Story Goals: He is currently trying to kill and topple the empire of a major drug dealer. He won't rest until all sinners are dead and he is once again an Archangel and with God.
Quirks: People have a tendency to dislike him(shocker,I know) and though he mainly goes after menaces to society he will assassinate leaders and "good" people if they have made a major sin.
For balance and logic reasons this application has been denied.
Crafting_Mines: I am a bit dubious about the ESP yet will let you keep your character pretty much intact for the time being. If you can show restraint and good roleplaying then I won't have any problems, otherwise I may have to clip your wings.
I am happy with your app and you're welcome to post.
eragon2112: I'm reading your app and it's honestly borderline, I like the first half of the character as it well written and sounds thought out. When I get to your powers and halfway through history things seem a little more troubling.
Firstly being near unkillable is pretty much the same as unkillable, I have a jacket that can with stand 24 hours of non stop rain and it's classed as water resistant instead of water proof. If you don't get my point your character doesn't need to block with metal wings (that are too heavy to even fly) he can stand there eating bullets until everyone runs out of ammunition. This character is one of those kinds that is a god character, when you think about the situations you put them in ~ it's hard for me to think of any situation where he could be killed.
You're almost in, I like your editing, grammar and attention. I'd like you to think about and edit your character a bit more ~ remembering there are other players in this RP. Good RPing isn't about how many people you can kill, people skim read/ignore those posts, it's about how your character interacts (or even fights) with other players.
Post Frequency: I will try whenever i can. I have work and school, but in between i will
RP Commitments: War-Torn, Survive the plague (my own RP)
Time Zone: Grand Forks, BC, Canada
Name: Rowin Shar
Personality: Rowin is a extremely cold person. It is almost impossible to get her into a conversation, unless you have something she is interested in. She hates people who don't carry there own weight. She has some magic skills.
Age: 24
Physique: She is 5" 8", and is fairly muscular. (not ripped). She has what most people would consider a pretty face and body, except for her scars she got in the army. She has long straight black hair. She is obviously of Asian descent.
Clothing Style: Rowin tends to wear a black leather Jacket and camo pants or jeans. Under her jacket she usually wears a black tank top, or a T-Shirt.
Biography: Born in a remote part of the USA she has was able to see the supernatural since birth. She played with supernatural when she was just a baby. When she was 14 the majority of her friends where supernatural and her parents where becoming fairly concerned because, as far as they knew, she had no friends. They paid most of there savings to send her to a private school in Freman City. At the time, she was devastated. At 17 the school mysteriously burnt to the ground. She had discovered that she had minor magical powers. She could make weak minded people obey her. also, she could catch things on fire using just her mind. In the next few years, she practiced her magic, until she could control it almost perfectly. Still, when she gets angry, things tend to... burn... She served as a transport chopper pilot in the army for a few years until she had a dishonourable discharge. She doesnt like to talk about what happened. She still loves her parents, and often goes to visit them in the country, and visit her supernatural friends.
Occupation: Rowin works as a private investigator, investigating supernatural events that sometimes even stump the police. She will work for anyone, as long as the got the money.
Story Goals: She is currently investigating a string of unexplainable murders that the police have been investigating. She was hired by one of the victims husbands. All the crime scenes have to trace of anything that would cause the death. The bodies see to have just exploded. There are no current suspects
Abilities: She is what some people would call an elemental. she can summon fire with her mind. Also, as with all elementals, she can control weak minded people.
Quirks: She always carries a 357. Magnum and 12 rounds on her. She even sleeps with them under her pillow.
Also, @Deadalready, when eragon2112 says he's practically immortal, but suffers from injuries like anyone else, i think he means, that if he gets shot in the chest, he's down, but he's not dead. So he probably won't die if he gets stabbed, but he'll be on the ground, in pain... Just saying.
((Thank you for the awesome criticism I took your advice and edited my character, I hope your are ok with him now.))
Zeke, however, was not convinced.
He focused on her presence, embraced it, collected it; the mental processes which now were so natural to Zeke can hardly be explained with words. But slowly, he absorbed a tiny part of her essence, her soul merging with his. She noticed nothing but his silence. He, however, felt what she felt. Her emotions were unveiled to him. Neither love nor awe was in her, but an anxiousness. The woman who had long claimed to see his work was hardly interested in his paintings. This woman, dare Zeke call her such, longed for no aesthetic pleasure, but a pleasure more baser and primitive to the human body.
"Not as beautiful as you," Zeke said, dissatisfied with himself for resorting to such a tired cliche. He walked to her side and sat beside her, caressing the curve of her face with his fingertips. She blushed through her make-up, but still stared into his eyes, longing for more. Again he seized a fraction of her essence, with her none the wiser. She leaned in to touch his lips with hers, but Zeke felt no love in her; only a carnal craving similar to his own. This ***** of a woman, this psuedo-fan who persuaded him to take her to his private dwell to observe his latest unsold pieces, was doing nothing more than giving in to her fleshly desires, and probably only to flaunt her success with her harpies of friends. So, Zeke too would give in to his desires; his anger towards her coupled with his hunger drove him to satisfy his own baser pleasure.
Just as they were about to kiss, Zeke drew back, turning his gaze away.
"I'm sorry," the woman apologized gracefully, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that."
"It doesn't matter..." Zeke said in a low voice, leering as he glared at her neck. "...because I'm not."
With that, he seized her essence as before, but this time, with anger and speed and with little control. The woman blinked hard and shook her head, a headache coming upon her. She could feel that something was wrong, she grew weaker, though she did not understand. She saw Zeke stand to his feet, a hellish grin upon his face and a wild ferociousness in his eyes.
...and that was the last thing she saw. A crippling pain in her throat and spine, the last thing she felt.
The vampire, so quick in speed as to evade her sight, had in one motion lurched forward and bit into her neck, his powerful jaws snapping the bone and collapsing the throat, delivering a rather quick unconsciousness and close following death. Her lifeless body hanging from his mouth like the prey of lion, he sucked away at her profuse blood, gorging himself on her. Her body soon became pale, and Zeke carefully placed her upon the floor. Without another word, he retreated to another room in his house to clean himself of her blood; letting as little as possible go to waste.
He returned, a large bag in hand, and in his mind, Zeke heard his parents instructing him on these steps to take to ensure his innocence. He deftly undressed her to her bare form; taking jewelry and all. He then placed her inside the large bag, breaking parts of her to be sure she fit snugly. Then he zipped the bag and carried it away, to be rid of her.
Of course the police would find her body eventually and identify her, but they would never be able to trace him through her. He flawlessly ran and bounded through an abandoned industrial site, and placed the bag in a pile of rubble. He returned to his home within the hour, and dialed the number of one of his most common buyers. His alibi was set, his hunger satisfied and his mind at rest.
For the time being, anyway.
((blech, this was terrible, but...it will have to do for now...))
((Crafting_Mines: you've been added to the players list, I accepted you but didn't have the time to edit my post to include you to the list. Just minor housework details.
eragon2112: Added to players and you're good to post
agent_PIE: Added to players and you're good to post))
((Wow. I didnt understand half of that. Only the denied part and the god part. Hes an angel, not a god. And I dont remember any Lasers.))
"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis
Also, god character refers to an overpowered character with no weakness. If this guy gets caught by a human, so what? He can fly away, kill the human, etc, etc. He is strong in close and long range combat, as it looks. He has no bad personality traits. No good personality traits, either. He just... Isn't a viable choice.
I'll post soon. I don't know why I've been neglecting this.))
"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis