ACRONYM Character Registry. - Page 14

The Bushranger · 12-07-2009, 10:10 AM

Jamie Misaki Catherine Druid

Gender: Female
Race: Human/Branded
Age: looks to be 6-ish
Alignment: TN
Class/Abilities: Psionics.
Power Rating : ?

avatars by Lord Iames and Happyturtle

Daughter of Tobias-the-younger and Quinn.

aka...

Druid Princess Mikani

Gulaghar · 12-07-2009, 10:59 AM

Draken Malice

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 27
Alignment: True Neutral (Two things influence his alignment, his need for power, evil, and his need for love, good, currently power is winning so he's closer to neutral evil.)
Class: Death Night (it may not be a DnD class but that's what he is)
Power Level 4
Description:

A large man fills the entryway. He is heavily armored and holds a naked sword in his hand. He stands a full head over a tall man and is as broad as two. Covering every inch of his body from the neck down is a grisly suit of plate mail. It is made up of dark metal plates that are blacker than the soul of a demon, and bleached white bone, some which look eerily human. His bare weapon could not help but catch the eye of any warriors in the room. At first it appears to be a crude sword constructed of bone, but upon further inspection it becomes apparent that although it is made of bone, it is anything but crude. The sword is easily a foot wide and four long, although it is pitted and scared the cutting edge is razor sharp. Twin sheaths cross across his back, one empty and one containing the twin of the blade in his hand. It is obvious that this man is a death night. Despite his profession he is a strikingly handsome man. His hair is raven black and pulled back into a pony tail. His eyes are bottomless pools of darkness that seem to suck in all who gaze into them. (section from first post)
Equipment: He has two long, broad, bone swords, anti rust sheaths, death knight armor, several knives, and his wine skin filled with Balfegor's Best.
Miscellaneous: Accompanied by two skeletons in armor that conceals their identity.

Currently in a different plane of existence for an unspecified amount of time.

Falgorn · 12-07-2009, 04:42 PM

Fredrick Al Gorn

Name: Fredrick Albertan Gorn. F.Al Gorn for short. Falgorn for shorter.
Race: Dunno. Whatever it is, it isn't a hobgoblin.
Age: Twenty or Thirty something.
Alignment: Neutral Evil/Chaotic Neutral/Lawful Evil
Class: Assassin/Mad Scientist/Card-Carrying Villain
Appearance:

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That, at all times. Any one of those.
But in case the image breaks...
Falgorn's a tall, orange-skinned individual with broad shoulders and muscles. He looks a lot like a hobgoblin, thus reducing any chances for attractiveness. He sometimes has wings, when he wants to. Which isn't a lot, coincidentally.
Abilities:
Well, anything you would expect from an assassin, mad scientist and card carrying villain, put together. Minus magic.
Oh, he can teleport.
Miscellaneous: Schizophrenic.

Moofin Bard · 12-08-2009, 08:41 PM

Dante

Name: Dante
Race: Wereleopard
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Looks:

Gamerlord · 12-12-2009, 11:25 AM

The shadow

Gender: Appears to be Male
Race: ???
Age: ???
Alignment: ??? probably evil
Class (or approximation): Appears to be some sort of fighter/sorcerer, but ???
Power Rating (optional): 6. Appears to be incredibly powerful.
Description:
Wears a black cloak and hood that disguise any bodily features.
Equipment and Abilities: Black cloak, cursed sword, many a magical power. Can summon a horse that looks like something a Nazgul would ride
Backstory:Nobody knows what it is, only that he is probably evil, and he can fight.
Miscellaneous: He's hiding something.

Kris on a Stick · 12-12-2009, 11:26 PM

Erelon

Gender: Male...?
Age: Several Thousand Years or So.
Alignment: True Neutral?
Power Level: Scaleable, A
Class: Archangel
Race: Archangel
Appearance: He's tall, good looking, if slightly feminine, has silver eyes and strawberry blond hair, with generally Caucasian features, though he could pass off as being a local in quite a few other places as well. He also has a distinct ageless quality to him, and if someone were to try to guess his age, they would probably say 'young...ish', and leave it at that. He's impeccably dressed in white and red, including a white greatcoat, done up, white pants, white boots and white gloves. Has two bloody great wings that are like, coming out of his back. Mostly white, though stained with a bloody red at the ends of the feathers.
Equipment and abilities: A simple collapsible quarterstaff. Also skilled with magic. For some reason, is immune to divine influence. This includes most divine magic.
Backstory: Used to be in good standing with Anterion, but for some reason, is now kicking about in the mortal world. Huh.
Miscellaneous:

horngeek · 12-13-2009, 12:25 AM

Merrick Leavitt

Gender: Male
Race: Scion (Fancy way of saying he's the child of a god and a mortal)
Age: 35
Class: Soldier
Power Rating: 5 at the moment.
Description:

Merrick is a tall, muscular man, with dark hair, light skin, blue eyes and a Nordic look to him. He generally wears a loose shirt and jeans, although he will wear a coat if it's cold. He also carries a shotgun, which has Nordic runes inscribed on it.

Equipment and Abilities:

Merrick, as a Scion of Heimdall, has a number of abilities granted to him by his father, Heimdall. Firstly, his shotgun, Gunnlogi, is actually a relic crafted for him, which gives him access to most of the divine powers granted to him by his father, Heimdall, as well as allowing him to summon some of the Einherjar- the warriors that wait at Vanhalla for Ragnarok- to aid him. The gun also never needs reloading.

In addition to this, Merrick has small levels of superhuman dexterity, which can make it very difficult to hit him, and his perception partially inherited from his father, although not to the same degree, makes it almost impossible to ambush him. And it is impossible to knock him down if he doesn't want to be knocked down.

Powers granted:

He can mark someone, and will know if they're in danger. He can also give a small measure of protection.

He can also see in very dim light (although he needs some light to see), and anything less than total concealment is not going to hinder his vision. He can also let off light.

Backstory: To come...

Fatebinding: Due to Merrick's status, Fate has a tendency to cast him as a major character in a story. This manifests several ways, but the most obvious is Fatebinding. In essence, when Merrick uses some of his abilities, there is a chance that mortals will be 'bound' to him, as supporting characters in that story in a particular role. An heiress that he saves may become a Patron to him, supplying what he requests whithin her abilities. Or, a mortal who identifies him as the source of their ruin may try to kill or ruin him, becoming a Nemesis. The thing is, that Fate is decreeing they take these actions. Locations and objects may also be Fatebound.

{{OOC: I will handle Fatebinding like this: I won't say whether a PC may become Fatebound to Merrick. You may choose that they are, remembering that people less powerful than Merrick are more likely to be Fatebound. I may say an NPC becomes Fatebound, however, or an object or even a place.}}

Kris on a Stick · 12-13-2009, 12:44 AM

The Children of the Great Impaler aka, Kris' custom Pantheon

In the beginning, there was nothing. Then, there was something. Many somethings in fact, all floating around in nothing. Some of the somethings were joined together, but most were separate, some big, some small. All the somethings had in common though, was that each had a god to rule that something.
The Great Impaler, in His unfathomable wisdom, looked at His something, comparing it to the other somethings (which, by now, were rather prosperous), and decided that it was quite boring. And so He, in His great and incomprehensible power, decided to make His something more interesting. And so He raiseth'd His almighty and powerful spear, and proclaimeth'd in a loud voice, ""LET THERE BE LIGHT! Eth." And lo, as if some cosmic lightbulbe had been switcheth'd on, there was light. Unfortunately, there was some small and insignificant oversight that He had made (and which we will choose to gloss over quickly, in favor of telling more of His almighty holiness), in that there was nothing for which to see in His something, makingeth the light quite useless.
And so, The Great Impaler, in His great and all-powerful almighty-ness, decided to create a little ball of rock to plonketh into his something, quickly followed by a nice soothing bath of planar goop.
He, in His impeccable decision making skills, decided to stare at the newly created 'world', sitting in His something, and, after creating millions more of them, with more lights to illuminateth them, decided that His something was *still* boring.
So He, in His so-cool-and-great-He-gets-a-capital-letter-in-His-third-person-pronoun-ness, decided to spice things up a bit by plonking some bacteria on His original world. Greatly enthused by His awesome creation, He decided to do the same on all His other worlds, but, by the time He had finished, and had gone back to checketh on His original world, found that the bacteria had evolved beyond all recognition.
"Oh bother." Said He in His understandable laziness. "I really can not be f*cked to keep up with all this."
And so, He, The Great Impaler, in His incredible tasksetting skills, createth'd six children, the First Gods, and, after plonking down some new life, formed in His own image, went into an early retirement filled with tropical beaches, pina coladas and gratuitous amounts of nude women. Gratuitous I say. Eth.
Eventually, some of these original Forerunners ascended to godhood, joining the First Gods to create the Children of the Great Impaler in their pantheonic entirety. The End. (Bob was there too.)

Miscellaneous stuffs before getting into the crunch.
There are 18 gods in total, 6 of which are First Gods, 6 of which are Ascended Gods, and 6 of which are Ascended Goddesses. They are arranged in 6 triumvirates, which each have a chosen focus.

The Pantheon

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Alignment

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Power Levels

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Why should you care?

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Kris on a Stick · 12-13-2009, 03:59 AM

Terciel

Gender: Male

Race: Human, unfortunately.

Age: Anywhere from his mid-twenties to his early-thirties. Disturbingly young, for his... accomplishments.

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Class: Assassin

Power Rating: 3, with benefits.

Description:
"A man may smile, and smile and be a villain."
Or, to quote someone who can actually spell:
"Many a man may look respectable, and yet be able to hide at will behind a spiral staircase."
He's a handsome man, with a handsome outfit. He's got dark hair, grey eyes and pale skin, and habitually wears a black suit with a red waistcoat, though he can, of course, change clothes in order to 'blend in'. Absolutely nothing about him points to the fact that he's a serial killer/assassin. Nope. Nothing.
Has a tattoo of a stylized black lotus on his right shoulderblade, but if you can see it, chances are you won't be seeing for much longer.

Equipment: Almost always has:
Silenced Pistol.
Hypodermic Needles.
Garrote.
Cosh.
Scalpel.
Knives. Lots of knives.
But may also have other weapons, for other situations.

Abilities:
Extreme skill with weapons and combat, knowledge about the anatomy, and good judge of what wounds can kill, and what wounds can't. Both are called on quite a bit.
Also, he's immune to magic and other such supernatural abilities. Period. Well, okay, not quite period. If your character is a god, or operates at god-like levels, than your magic may be marginally effective. If your spell is cast through an epic ritual involving several quested-for reagents, then your spell will work, though maybe not quite as well as it usually would. But then, if your character operates on such levels, why bother with just a man? Why not blow up the world instead?

Backstory: ???

Misc:
NPC Kill Count: 77
PC Kill Count: 0 (needs work)

Theme Song

Falgorn · 12-13-2009, 06:55 PM

A Heart of Gold

Gender: Neutral, but with a female voice.

Alignment: Ask it, if you want your ear talked off about the complexities of morality, then stabbed.

Class: Dunno about this one. I'd say...Sorcerer.

Age: 14 or 15 in human time

Race: Artifact

Power Rating: 4

Description:
"...Inanimate objects can't talk or relentlessly stalk you or stab you. That's preposterous..."

What is seen is by no means a Heart of Gold. It's not a golden, floating symbol of love.

But it is a heart. Not in the love-y dove-y sense, either. It's a floating, bloody, disembodied, still-beating organ. That floats! The creepiest part is it's about 5 times bigger than the average heart.

Equipment:

A fork, to poke you with, a knife, to stab you with and a chainsaw, to rend you with.

Abilities:

Minor reality warping abilities, which includes flight (obviously) and gravity control, so she can utilize her weaponry.

Theme Song: Bodies

ApeofLight · 12-13-2009, 08:25 PM

Vaze

Gender: Male

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral(leans towards good though)

Age: Around 18-20

Race: Human

Power Level: Eh, high 3 or low 4 probably

Description: A tall youth with wild black hair and dark brown eyes. He is usually wearing a shirt and pants made from the skin of animals. He looks like he grew up in a forest and acts like it too, well, because he did actually. He was some control over the four basic elements and isn't afraid to fight.

Gulaghar · 12-15-2009, 11:22 AM

Alara

Gender: Female
Race: Angel
Age: 136 (looks 22)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Class: Paladin (Kind of)
Power Level 4
Description:

She is "perfectly" beautiful, almost to perfect. She has light skin and long blond hair. She is wearoing leather clothing that leaves her stomache uncovered. She is also wearing a blue half-skirt. Sometimes a faint yellow ring of light is visable above her head.
Equipment: She has a longbow and her clothing. She also has a special pendant that allows her to return to her own plane.
Miscellaneous: Alara had to sacrifice some of her angelic powers and her wings in order to come to ACRONYM to redeem Draken Malice

Currently in a different plane of existence for an unspecified amount of time.

MageSparrowhawk · 12-15-2009, 12:46 PM

Nazo Metta (last,first)

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 16
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Class: Psion? (not really...hard to define)
Power Rating: 4.5
Description: Metta is a dedicated student, who regularly places near the top in his grade. He's about 5' 10", with shoulder length blackish-red hair. He's fit, but in no way superhuman. He has pale skin, and his build could be called wiry. Wears a variety of outfits, but assume gray denim pants and this shirt, if not specified otherwise.
Abilities: Metta has the ability to imagine. Not too impressive on its own, but what sets it apart, is that he can forcefully manifest what he imagines into the real world. Usually just objects, but he can create effects (like spells and such), and modify real objects. He has recently developed the ability to modify himself, though it is considerably more straining on his body than other ways of manifesting his abilities. All uses of his ability have some effect on him, in varying degrees.
Backstory: Originally from the BleachITP...but seems to have accidentally hiccuped himself over here. Actual ramifications of that have yet to be seen.
Miscellaneous: He's had his abilities for all of a few months now, and they've been steadily changing pretty much the whole time. As a result, he has bouts of 'How do I shot web' every once in a while.

Haruki-kun · 12-17-2009, 04:28 PM

Noah

Name: Noah, no last name.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: None.
Alignment: True Neutral
Affiliation: None
Age: 18
Power Level: 2
Default Appearance: Medium Height, sandy brown hair, green eyes. Lightly tanned skin, not very muscular at all. The appearance of a regular scholar, mostly.
Special Abilities: None, other than a large knowledge of science, history, mathematics, and culture.
Weapon of Choice: None.
Weaknesses: Cooking, cleaning, singing.
Background: Noah, no last name, is a Scholar, and is quite knowledgeable about most sciences. However, being completely focused in what science can prove, Noah disbelieves the existence of Magic, gods, or Supernatural beings of any kind. This is further fueled by his ability to not be present when magic occurs, or to turn away at the exact moment, or even thoroughly explain how this occurred with human tricks. Because of Schrodinger's Cat Theory, this would mean reality around him is altered so that indeed, Magic does not exist as far as he is concerned.

Rebonack · 12-17-2009, 08:42 PM

Current Deathcount: 48

Name: It isn't a sound, no. Something else. Something deeper. Something that echoes in the mind. That reverberates through the soul. She is life incarnate. Fertility given form. Birth given substance. Growth infused with spirit. The magic of imagination. The hope of transformation. The endless, boundless dreams of possibility. Evolution without limitation. Beyond impossible. And yet so very real. More real than all else.

A thing of wild open spaces. Forests and fields and mountains and the unbridled, untamed sky. A dream forgotten upon waking, dancing at the edge of memory.

A dream that walks the waking world.

But Flats have trouble pronouncing that. So she usually translates it 'Dynamism' or Dyna for short.
Gender: Usually a female persona
Race: Celestial Eldritch Abomination
Alignment: 404 Error: Alignment not found
Power Rating: 3 minimum, scales based on her foe
Affiliation: Wut?
Age: Less than a week. Or aeons. Hard to tell.
Appearance: A young human woman with sorta-pointy fae ears. Her hair is purple of all colors and seems to be oddly thick. Most of the time it's bound into one or more pony-tails by a rather sizable golden-yellow ribbon. Yellow eyes, but unremarkable otherwise. And her middle brown skin is etched with electric blue lines that don't seem to like staying in the same place.

Often clad in a rather odd gray and purple tunic and short breaches with a number of baubles hung here and there. She's slightly tall for a female human, though not unusually so. There an odd sense of joyfulness and energy that electrifies the very air around her, an infectious sense of enthusiasm for life. She also has a rather peculiar air of realness about her. Hyper-realness. Her colors too vibrant, her voice too clear.

That's when she's human.

When she isn't things change considerably. Her whole body is a dark charcoal gray and etched with electric blue lines that shimmer with opalescent radiance. Feet and legs like a hind, hands and arms deceptively human. Two great feathered wings of scarlet and purple stretch up from her back, full of eyes and around and within. A mass of writhing, deep purple tentacles serve as hair that she usually binds into the best pony-tail she can manage. Golden reptillian eyes and finally a snout that looks equal parts reptilian and beak-like. Her build is decidedly humanoid and obviously feminine with another eye about where her naval should be. A long, muscular tentacle-like tail twitches behind her, eyes running all down its length.
Special Abilities: Life-Shaping, Somebody Else's Problem Field, Array Casting
Combat Proficiencies: Talented with hand to hand combat and her wing-blade. Yes, in human shape she uses a sword fashioned from one of her wings. And don't let her scribe arrays.
Common Knowledge: Dyna's a Warden, specially trained to fight 'unnatural' creatures. Unnatural in this case includes undead, eldritch otherworldly creatures, and material things spawned or tainted by eldritch otherworldly creatures. Her signs and seals functions against such creatures. Likewise, her weapons are more potent.

Rebonack · 12-17-2009, 08:57 PM

Name: Not so much a sound as it is a feeling. A whimsical, surreal wildness. A thing of dreams and possibility that stretches into infinity. A thing of vast open skies. Of forests and fields and meadows. Sweltering heat and bitter cold. Of all the untamed things that roam there. Brighter than the sun, darker than the reaches of the night sky. Deeper than the roots of the mountains, older than the dance of the stars.

Change and life and growth. The unfettered power of the dreaming imagination and glory the of birthing something new. Peace and wonder and joy and more than a little mischievous fun.

It's real. Full of vibrancy and color and shape and feeling.

So real that all else seems drab and indistinct by contrast.

But that's hard to pronounce so most people call him 'Avatar'.
Gender: Usually uses a male persona.
Race: Celestial Eldritch Abomination. Yes. Celestial.
Alignment: 404 Error: Alignment Not Found
Power Rating: i, no min, no max, scales as needed for a fight to be fair.
Affiliation: Wut?
Age: Less than a year.
Appearance: Highly variable
Special Abilities: Physical plasticity, Dream-essence, Nightmare-essence, unsettling presence, looking a hell of a lot more powerful than he actually is.
Combat Proficiencies: Avatar is skilled with his natural abilities and hand-to-hand combat. His ability to weaponize his essence is limited, so most of the time he'll rely on his artifact sifu staff.
Common Knowledge: Avatar was originally an Aspect of Ragnnora that possessed Zee for nefarious purposes. Since then he's been cut off from the Elder Evil and now operates as an independent being. If Avatar spots mice running around he'll be compelled to chase them down and eat them.

Beans · 12-17-2009, 09:32 PM

Carrion (originally Caroline) "Carrie" Janet McCarrow/Joy
Gender: Female
Race: Psychopomp that died, was reincarnated as a Human Blightwalker, then died and became a Death Goddess, then exploded and re-became the Psychopomp. No longer undead.
Age: 16
Alignment: TN/NG
Description:

Weapons/Equipment/Items: Not shoes.

Abilities: DEATH GODDESS STUFF.

Theme Song(s): Ash Like Snow.

Timeskip Carrie:

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Piggyebil · 12-19-2009, 06:09 PM

Koyuki Asuga

Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 27
Alignment: Neutral Good
Class (or approximation): Commoner
Description: Short, wears a mask. Long, straight, black hair. Navy blue dress and black shoes. Pale skinned.
Equipment and Abilities: A whip.
Backstory: Lived childhood as a normal girl, but went missing at age 20. She wasn't found until just recently.
Miscellaneous: She has a short attention span.

Gulaghar · 12-20-2009, 05:05 PM

Nina

Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 19
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Class: Ranger
Power Level 3
Description:

Once the figure stands up her features become visible. She is a young woman of about nineteen years. She is wearing a scandalous combination of red cloth and leather. It is a short backless dress that extends just above her knees. In the front it is split down the middle down to the naval. She also has a head band to hold back her long dark brown hair which is also pulled back into a ponytail. The whole thing is accented by seemingly randomly placed leather straps. Worked into the outfit are the teeth from some kind very large animal. The whole thing is slightly worn and burnt slightly. Strapped to her belt are two bone daggers. (section from first post)
Equipment: He has two bone daggers, and the cloths on her back.

Currently in an unknown location for an unspecified amount of time.

Lord Iames Osari · 12-21-2009, 04:31 PM

Surely-Refulgent Anshu, Most Enlightened Master

Gender: Male
Race: Zenith-Caste Solar (Human)
Age: 41 (34 in Exalted years; appears to be in his mid-20s)
Alignment: Lawful Good
Class: Warrior Priest
Power Rating: 8 (Essence 6)
Description:

Backstory: The enlightened mortal Immaculate monk called Little Dragon took his Second Breath after becoming the last survivor of a Wyld Hunt. After spending some time with trainers from the Gold Faction, he began calling himself Anshu and took a cluster of farm villages under his protection. Pursuing slavers after a raid on those villages led to a meeting with his Lunar mate and a group of other Celestial Exalts. As the Mask of Winters moved to cement his control over the East, attacking Nexus, Great Forks, and Greyfalls before laying siege to Lookshy, Anshu and his circlemates led survivors to Denandsor, where they broke the ancient curse keeping people from dwelling in the city. Then, with the forces of the Wyld fast approaching, they seized the Imperial Manse, threw out the invading Fae, and began taking control of Creation.
Theme Song: Origa - Rise (Lyrics)

Viera Champion · 12-24-2009, 12:19 PM

Genkai Aldaro

Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 18
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Class: Psychic
Power Rating: 4
Description: A young woman. She is of average height and somewhat skinny. She has sky blue eyes and light pink hair. Her hair is usually done in a long braid that goes down to her ankles. Her clothes are a green tank top and jeans.
Equipment: Nothing really except for her clothes.
Abilities: Does being bisexual count as an ability. Because she is. No? Oh well. She is a powerful psychic able to sense emotions and read thoughts. She also canchannel energy into her fists to make her punches stronger.
Backstory: Coming soon!

Artemis97 · 12-25-2009, 06:34 AM

Name: Raril Xar'Cha (DeLoran)
Gender: Male
Race: Drow Elf/werewolf
Age: 137
Alginment: Chaotic Evil, sliding towards Neutral.
Class: Bard/Rogue/Assassin
Speech Color: Blue
Description: Raril is 5 feet 6 inches tall. His eyes are a deep red in color, as it typical of his race. His hair is white and wavey, and has grown well past his shoulders. Typically he wears the top part braided back on both sides and tied off in the back, letting the rest hang loose. His skin is a very dark, inky blue color, unlike the jet black usually seen on drow. His build is thin, but muscular. He has a few scars, although most are too small to notice, thanks to access to magical healing. Of note are some larger ones. A deep purple burn mark in the shape of a spider sits on his temple just above his right ear. A pale scar sits over his heart, a straight line only a few inches long, a stab wound that had been almost certainly fatal. On the inside of his right forearm, a tribal-like design has been etched onto his skin, that of a dragon.

Typically, Raril wears high black boots, black pants, and a deep blue shirt with long, somewhat puffy sleeves. Although the color and style of his clothes may change, there is a nearly everpresent constant: his wide-brimmed hat with the large blue plume. It make him look a little like a musketeer. On his left wrist, he wears a gold bangle set with sapphires. Fir him, it is the equivalent of a wedding ring.

Equipment: Twin short swords, stolen from a dragon's horde, magically encrusted with ice. A rapier, with silver filigree around the handle and a deep purple crystal at the pommel. It is constantly coated in thin black film of knockout poison. These weapons hand off a belt studded in silver. The belt gives any weapon weilded by the drow the properties of silver, for use against the undead and the like. Also, if hostile undead come near, a bright burst of daylight will eminate from it. On both forearms, Raril wears a set of silver bracers, giving him a bit of magical protection. Tucked inside each he keeps a dagger and a set of thieves' tools. He also keeps a few daggers hidden in his belt, along with a few thin, black wands. One of teleportation, one of dimension door, and the last, dimensional lock. In his left boot, he keeps a very loud-mouthed dagger whish absolutely hates undead. It radiates positive energy and can cast minor healing spells. It also allows the drow to make devastating attacks on vital points that undead usually aren't susceptable to. He usually carries a very well crafted crossbow across his back, its sights allow him to make shots at long distances. He also carries a bag of holding, made in messenger bag style. In one of its pockets are the quarrels used by the crossbow. Many of these are coated in a thick, black substance, which is highly pressure sensetive. On contact, the bolts explode into a massive fireball.

Backstory: I'm going to try and make this as brief as I can.

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Raril was born in the Underdark city of Menzoberranzan, to House Xabaresh Chaeron. Though born later down the line, he rose to become the eldest son. He flunked out of Sorcere, the wizarding school, and fled into the city to hide from his mother's wrath, only returning to his family after helping the house survive an attack and assisting his eldest sister, Danube, to murder their mother and replace her as Matron. He served his House loyally, from then on, not being given much choice thanks to a nasty curse placed on him by his sisters. See spider shaped scar above. This curse doomed his soul to Lolth and the Demonweb Pits, regardless of any redemption he might seek. Only death would free him from the constant pain of having his soul pinned to the Pits.

Roughly 20yrs or so ago, he was sent to the surface in search of another of his sisters, Hirriel. Raril found that up here, away from the influence of his sisters and the Underdark, the pain from the curse was lessened. So he never looked very hard for his sister, and remained on the surface. He made friends, and even found love. Unfortunately, just before he was to be married, House Xar'Cha made their move, invading the surface world and the island Raril now called home.

Raril played to both sides of the invasion, slipping information to his family and his newfound friends. Truely, he hoped the drow could be driven back, but his curse, and his desire to live longer, kept him from openly defying them. He was, however, able to convice his brother, Sszinyon, to help him. So when the defense of the island ultimately failed, a few of his friends were kept relatively safe, and were eventually able to escape the Underdark.

After that, Raril spent quite a bit of time wandering the world. In one of his more recent adventures, he ended up challenging a lord to a duel and won an entire kingdom in the process. This is the desert land of Loran, from which he claims the title Lord DeLoran. Political pressure, and his natural restlessness, soon had Raril on the road again. He left Loran to be run by a council of the nobles of the kingdom, so things remained fairly stable there, and continued his wandering. The next place of note where he found himself was the Nexus itself.

Here, Raril got into all sorts of shenanigans. A mindflayer put a genetically engineered fiend inside his head as a part of an experiment. The fiend, Lillith, later recieved a body of her own and he now considers her like a sister. A real sister, not like his drow siblings. Speaking of who, they later sent his brother, Sszinyon, up after Raril in an attempt to get his help in finding an artifact and establishing a foothold in the Nexus. This plan ultimately failed, crushed by the valiant citizens of the Nexus. Raril also fell in with the local thieves' guild, becoming second in command, and helped in their defense against a Royal Navy invasion. Said Navy kidnapped his, at the time, girlfriend, Lori. He managed to rescue her, though, without betraying his allegience to the guild. After the invasion was thwarted, Raril was told by his superior to leave the guild in order to have a happy life with Lori.

Sadly, Raril was unwilling to commit himself fully, afraid his own curse might effect her soul were they ever to be joined. This opinion changed a bit after she was kidnapped by demons, and he went to rescue her, only to have Lori die in his arms. Raril then went on a quest through the planes of death to retrieve her soul and bring her back to life. He proposed to her then and there and they were happy for a little while. Unfortunately, while she had been dead, Raril had sought solace in the arms of another woman. He saw it as a simple distraction from the pain, but Lori, of course, didn't see it that way.

Eventually Raril was able to convince her that he truely did love her, just in time for his brother to make a reappearance. Sszinyon poisons his brother and kidnaps them both. Lori trades herself to Sszinyon, in exchange for Raril's life. Raril gets dumped randomly back in town and rushes back to rescue Lori, but arrives too late to save her from his brother's wicked ways. Raril is also re-captured by Sszinyon and sacraficed to Lolth, dying and being sent to the Demonweb Pits. As a small consolation, his brother followed him shortly afterwards.

Lost in the abyss, Raril did manage to free himself from the curse that held him trapped there. Lori studied hard to become a priestess of Lolth and managed to ressurect him. Raril was glad to be alive, but instinctively fell into a subserviant role, having suffered too long from the indotrination of the Drow priestesses in his younger days. He awoke one morning to find Lori gone without a trace. He fears the Spider Queen had finally done her in, and still cannot bring himself to speak her name, devastated by the loss.

More recently, he has found friendship and love again, thanks largely to Zee/Avatar. After a somewhat awkward friendship and later courtship, Zee asked him to marry her, after she dragged him back from the dead (again) after he had been killed and his brother stolen a part of his soul. Raril and Zee got married on the spot, and are still together today.

Raril's most recent troubles involve being sold to Calubi...however that's spelled by Magtok for use as a lackey. The drow didn't take too well to this and ended up leaving after disobeying orders, getting into a fight with Cal and eventually blasting the lich to pieces. (He got better, unfortunately) Cal still tortures him from time to time, specifically having blasted his personality into four seperate pieces, which has caused Raril to do some things he normally wouldn't, and by using the nymph form of Irene and a whole lot of spells to forcibly seduce the drow. He still has nightmares about it, and was cursed never to forget. (Cal's mean)

Most recently, he's gone on the expedition to help do away with Cal for good, and is trying to get his mind pieced back together before he becomes a father.

Okay, I failed. Information isnide is neither complete nor complete coherent as it's now almost 7am and I've been writing all night.

billtodamax · 12-26-2009, 04:28 PM

Name: Bruce
Gender: Make
Race: Giant
Age: 29
Alignment: Chaotic Good (Yes, another one, I know. Just bare with me.)
Class: Fighter-y Heavy Weapons Thingy
Description: Bruce stands at a mighty 12 feet tall, his face rough and unshaven, with a friendly smile always adorning his face. He wears a brown sleeveless jacket over a white shirt, usually covered in dirt and sometimes, alarmingly, blood. His pants are also brown, made of the same thick tough material as his jacket, designed to protect him from too much injury. His arms, legs, and chest are very well muscled.

Attached to what surely must be specially made holsters at each side of his waist hang what appear to be two... Miniguns? They have an odd design, the barrels extended slightly from the normal minigun, and a highly elongated ammo space. Across his back, attached via a leather strap, is what appears to be two cannons welded together with a hand-grip attached to the back end of the cannons and something that looks suspiciously like a pump action on the same side as the handle. adorning the front side of the strap, as well as his belt, are several undersized chainsaws.

Equipment: Two of the aforementioned Miniguns, which I will go into more detail about here. Their barrels appear to have only three rifling grooves on the inside, an oddity that might be explained when you look inside the ammo compartment. What you would see in there appears to be a single... harpoon? Yes, definately a harpoon, it's triangular head having three points near the back that look suspiciously like they'd fit into the rifling grooves in the barrels. It seems odd that only one harpoon would be there, but there's a significant magical presense surrounding it that, if one could sense it, seems to be saying that if you'd just get on with firing the thing, it would get on with duplicating itself for each of the barrels. There are lightening and recoil-reducing charms on the guns, which, Bruce will proudly boast, work in anti-magic fields.

The cannons on his back, if one were bold enough to open it up, would reveal several kilograms of, well, buckshot, just scaled up a fair bit, each ball being the size of your fist. The pump action seems to load another shell into each of the barrels, which fire simultaneously. The same infinite ammo, lightening, and recoil-reducing charms are present here, with the last two significantly stronger.

The chainsaws on his waist appear to be quite standard, the only magic present in them is that when hurled through the air they turn themselves on, and that they're just about the right size to fit in one of Bruce's hands easily.

Bruce does indeed have more weapons, but these are the only ones he keeps on him. Somehow I think they'll be enough.

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Name: Kev
Gender: Male
Age: Fully Grown Adult. Whatever age that is for a...
Race: Giant Lion
Alignment: N/A
Class: RAWR! Lion!
Description: Kev is a very, very big lion. He's got armour covering his chest, back, head and legs, made out of normal steel, but with the same lightening charms as are on Bruce's guns. His teeth and claws are wickedly sharp, and his mane is quite beautiful. He serves as Bruce's steed and companion.

Equipment/Abilities: Aside from the aforementioned armour, Kev has no equipment. He can jump pretty high for a lion of his height, which ends up meaning he can jump very high.

Gimliggamer · 12-28-2009, 01:28 AM

John Soulfire

Gender : Male
Race : Human
Age : 23
Alignment : Chaotic Good
Class : Enchanted Rockerbard
Description : Tallish, tan skin, chin-length black hair, gold eyes, small goatee, wears black clothes usually, and spiked combat boots over black jeans.
Equipment and Abilities : Electric Guitar with a flaming finish that has multiple powers, and a microphone built into the top. also two daggers in sheaths at his belt, with the belt buckle a figure made out of steel that looks like a shield.
Backstory : John grew up surrounded by music. His parents were world-famous guitar players and his older brother a member of the opera. As he got older, he decided he wanted to be a rockstar with a lifestyle on the road. He learned from his parents how to play, and his brother taught him how to unlock the louder sounds in his voice. He decided to learn how to make the instruments as well, a guitar, a microphone, and a tamberine, and did a little tinkering to combine them, for a more versatile piece of equipment. When his sponsors stole his songs, gave them to another band, and tried to kill him, John went on the road, and never turned back.

Lord Iames Osari · 12-31-2009, 04:46 PM

Maralah, Grandchosen of Oblivion
aka
Dark Princess Tamesis

Gender: Female
Race: Abyssal Half-Caste (Human)
Age: 11 (9 in Exalted years)
Alignment: Neutral
Class: Magical Girl
Power Rating: 4 (Essence 3)
Description:

Backstory: Maralah was pulled from Anshu's mind by the nightmare powers, his vision of what Nimai could have been had Ebon Mirror's essence overcome his in the womb.
Catchphrases and Attack Names:

I am the champion of peace and enlightenment, the soothing shadow after the painful light. I am Dark Princess Tamesis, and in the name of Oblivion, I will release you from your suffering.
...
Find peace in the embrace of Oblivion.

Theme Song: Ghost Love Score (Lyrics)

Lord Iames Osari · 12-31-2009, 04:50 PM

The Most Secret Ebon Mirror

Gender: Male
Race: Midnight-Caste Abyssal (Human)
Age: 41 (34 in Exalted years; appears to be in his mid-20s)
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Class: Warrior Priest
Power Rating: 8 (Essence 5)
Description:

Backstory: Ebon Mirror is an alternate version of Anshu, born from the moment of contact between the Solar's mind and the minds of the Neverborn, dead but dreaming world-creating titans clogging the drain of the cosmic reincarnation system. He was recently drawn out of Anshu's mind by the nightmare powers and is planning to run amok.
Theme Song: Omaera Zenin Moete Shimaetsu!!!/All You Bastards, Get Fired Up!!!
Minions:
Commando/Ninja Zombie

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War Ghoul

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Earl of Purple · 01-02-2010, 06:18 PM

Name: Androthelia Maxorium
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Stitched
Age: 35
Alignment: Neutral-ish.
Class (or approximation): Necromancer-surgeon
Power Rating (optional): 5
Description: Wearing a long brown robe, most of his visible skin is covered with stiches or staples. His left hand has three thumbs and six fingers, his right has two thumbs and eight fingers. His left arm is two centimetres shorter than his right, and he limps because his left leg is nearly four centimetres longer than his right leg. His face would be attractive, although the stitches surrounding it detract from that, as does the difference in skin tone between his ears; likewise, his eyes are different colours, but he often changes eyes and scalps, so eye colour and hair length and shade vary. All in all, it is possible that he could be mistaken for either an undead monster or a flesh golem.
Equipment: Tool box with a red cross on the side which is larger inside than out filled with many limbs and jars of organs, a role of surgical tools heavy on the bone-saws and scalpels, brown robes and a loincloth.
Abilities: He can repair himself or others with his magic and surgical skills, but that's pretty much it. He can also temporarily animate parts of corpses or whole corpses, but only before the process of decomposition has begun.
Backstory: In his early twenties, he started meddling with surgery by day and necromancy by night. At the age of twenty five, he was in a serious accident and he was forced to rebuild his body from scratch; powering the replacement limbs and organs with necromancy. He never officially died, however.
Miscellaneous:

Lord Iames Osari · 01-06-2010, 01:15 AM

The Celestial Deliberative (Faction)

The Celestial Deliberative is the government of an alternate future Creation; it has only recently and tenuously come into contact with the Nexus. It has no single leader; rather it is run by two great legislative bodies, the Celestial and Terrestrial Deliberatives, and a variety of bureaucratic agencies.

It has an Embassy in the middle of Outside.

Notable Agencies

The Immaculate Order

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The Immaculate Order has changed in some significant ways - most notably, the way it defines Anathema and how they are to be dealt with - but in most other respects it remains as it was before, encouraging veneration of the Exalted host while maintaining a schedule of worship that pays the gods for their work, and providing a corps of trained Essence-users to pummel misbehaving divinities into submission.
- Notable Members of the Immaculate Order
  - Master Surely-Refulgent Anshu (Zenith-Caste Solar, Monk of the 5th Coil)
    
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    "Most Enlightened Master"
  - Master Vasanti Anila (Wood Aspect Terrestrial, Monk of the 4th Coil)
    
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    "Most Enlightened Master"
  - Honored Hidden Currents of the Black Sea (Water Aspect Terrestrial, Monk of the 3rd Coil)
    
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    "Honored One"
The Bureau of Destiny

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Though the Bureau of Destiny is technically part of the Celestial Bureaucracy in Heaven, the Sidereal Exalts who assist in running it are also subject to the authority of the Celestial Deliberative.
- Notable Members of the Bureau of Destiny
  - Blue Illumination of Exceptional Jubilation (Sidereal Chosen of Serenity)
    
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    (No Title)
The Sky Fleet

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The Sky Fleet is the aerial division of the Celestial Deliberative's navy.
- Notable Ships and Units
  - CDS Defiance in the Night
  - Shooting Star Sky Fang
    - Siran Bhavna, the Crimson Meteor
      
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      Sky Winglord, Chosen of Battles
    - Cathak Jonan
      
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      Fire Aspect
    - Leaping Tiger
      
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      Full Moon Caste
    - Penitent Wind Bearing Ash Like Snow
      
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      Day Caste
    - Glorious Prototype for Reunion
      
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      Orichalcum Caste (Click image for non-disguise picture)

((This description is purposefully incomplete. More information will be added as it becomes relevant and necessary))

horngeek · 01-06-2010, 03:54 AM

Brianna Corcoran

Gender: Female
Race: Human, but a daughter of a god.
Age: 25
Alignment: Well, if you really want me to define her alignment, I'll say NG
Class (or approximation): Scion of Brigid
Power Rating: 5, probably.
Description: Brianna has freckles, flame-orange hair, light skin, and gray eyes. She is almost supernaturally beautiful.
She generally wears jeans, a jacket, and carries a spear with a crystal head and an oak shaft. She also has a celtic-looking pendant.
Abilities: As a daughter of the Goddess Brigid, Brianna has a number of abilities. Firstly, she's a lot tougher than she looks, able to keep going through quite a lot of damage, and being able to self-heal some of wounds. She also has limited control over fire and sky, and can bolster her allies' courage, and cause fear in her foes (although this isn't strictly linked to her mother, Scions can develop abilities in different fields to their parents). She also has abilities in health, which has recently expanded to limited supernatural healing. She also has the potential to develop abilities related to swans, but hasn't yet.

The Fire, Sky and War abilities are all channeled through the spear (which is in actual fact the Spear of Lugh), while the Health and Animal (if she develops them) are channeled through the amulet.

Beans · 01-07-2010, 09:18 PM

Tsunanka Izami
Gender: Female
Race: Godforsaken (celestial servant of a deity, got cast out and reincarnated as a mortal)
Age: Looks about 18.
Alignment: TN
Class (or approximation): Cleric of Angela!
Description:
Travel/Rough Outfit

Semicasual/Everyday Outfit

Loose Casual/Sleepwear Outfit

Equipment and Abilities: Extremely clever and cunning. Good with magic and pretty physically fit.
Personality: Tsuna looks out for herself first. Others can come afterward.
She's not going to try to screw others over for the heck of it (probably not, at least) but if she wants to get ahead, get outta the way.
She has a tendency to exploit others.
The god that cast her out has been overthrown already; robbed of her revenge, she is frustrated and doesn't quite know what to do.
Having been "fixed" by Carrie and more actually fixed by Grant, she's remorseful of her crimes... and a mental wreck.