I'm really tired so Fola's CS dips in quality near the end as I fought sleep, but I'm finally done, now Ima pass out for the night
Jayn Kula
22 || Female || 5'2 || 51.7 kg
Species
Dhampir
Also the Phisiology
Power Source
Energy
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Ethnicity
Japanese/Dutch
Personality:
Jayn is the absolute definition of a free spirit. She's the type to always take the craziest and most fun option in almost any given situation despite how difficult to pull off that option may be. She not only recognized this crazy lifestyle, but embraces it, even going so far as to make fun of herself for it, which is another thing to bring up, she's not anywhere above making fun of herself and the situations and people that surround her.
This doesn't mean she's not without fault however, far from it. Not only is her morality practically nonexistent, meaning she would be willing to kill anyone over almost anything, but due to having to be on her own for almost her entire life, Jayn is incredibly selfish and uncooperative. She doesn't care for anybody but herself, and the only reason she does things are for her own gain and pleasure. In fact, the only reason she joined The Order in the first place was because she needed living quarters and didn't have the funds to buy her own place. On top of this she's absolutely terrible at navigating social interactions. Although she's natural very charismatic, she cannot read the mood of a room at all, leading her to take jokes WAY to far, or come off as incredibly childish during serious moments.
There are tiny glimmers of a good person that pokes through at times, like for example, if you somehow get her to realize the severity of a situation, if you're somebody she cares about, she can be very supportive and understanding, it's just not a side that many people have seen of her...
Power/Weapon:
Surefire Hit:
Jayn can pinpoint a location in her mind and she can interact with an object, no matter how fast the object is going, what direction it's going and what angle it is going at, that object will keep the speed it started with and will ALWAYS hit the target. Say for example, she targeted you, and you were standing directly in front of her, she then proceeds to lightly toss a ball while facing away from you. If need be, that ball will travel around the entire globe if possible, maintaining it's initial speed throughout. Even if it takes months, the ball would eventually hit you.
There are however, limits to this ability. First off, Jayn can only target a space, not an object. Meaning that if she targets the space you currently occupy, if you move she'd have to target you again. On top of this, she can only target one area at a time, and if she changes targets while something is moving towards the area, any object she interacted with would no longer maintain their speed or go to the location she had previously targeted.
History
Born in Japan some twenty-two years ago, Jayn was the product of a vampire who'd traveled the world for years, and the human who'd caught their eye that century. Wanting to bring both his child and his lover back to his home country in the Netherlands, though lacked the funds to do so, with him only being able to afford to send one of them off. So he sent his wife to his homeland and then payed to smuggle his daughter aboard a Dutch trade ship a week later, planning to do some hard labor work before ultimately buying his ticket and meeting them back in Amsterdam. So the Dutch trade ship left Dejima, and one crew member was paid to watch over Jayn as she traveled, and although the journey was initially fine, when the ship was about a week out from Europe, they were robbed at sea by a band of pirates.
The pirate crew killed almost everyone on board, stealing everything they found as they went. Under normal circumstances the crew would've likely left the baby for dead, though as the Captain was doing one last look over of the ship, he found Jayn in the crew member's room, and although he wouldn't care on any other day, by that point the captain had grown old and had begun to wish for family. So, under the guise of grooming the child to eventually take his place, the Captain decided to take Jayn in and raise her as his own.
So for the next nine years Jayn grew up among some of the worst of the worst, watching men and women pillage and kill nearly every day, only stopping to occasionally stop by a tavern to sing of their deeds and laugh over drink. Her father, the pirate Captain Roberts never hid her from any of this, instead instilling into her his values of freedom and having a good time. He would often tell her, 'The world is chaos, so embrace it! Do what you please, take what you want, and never apologize for it.'
And that she did, even from a young age. She was truly happy living the life she did, and wanted nothing more than to work as a real member of the crew and eventually take the ship from her father. This never came to be however, as one day, when attempting to rob an enemy pirate ship, her father's crew were captured and imprisoned, with her father himself being planned to be put to death at dawn. Fortunately, Jayn was given a chance to join the enemy crew, being seen as young enough to be molded into a proper part of the crew, however the moment the ship docked on land, Jayn jetted from the ship and out of the harbor and further into the city, only returning hours later to stowaway on a trade ship out of the city.
With no idea of where she had runaway from, and no idea where she had once again docked, Jayn struggled on the streets of a strange city for three years, stealing whatever she needed to get by and sleeping on whatever was the softest surface she could find. This went on until she attempted to pickpocket what seemed like some unknowing rich woman, but was stopped after she found herself held in place for some reason. The woman turned out to be a witch, and Jayn thought she would surely be killed, however when the woman instead simply sighed and gave her money, Jayn's mind was blown! Her mind was even more thoroughly blown when the woman offered Jayn a place to stay for a while! Of course she accepted the offer, and stayed with the woman, her husband, and her son. It was the first time she'd seen anything close to a normal life, and was also the first time she'd met anybody her age before. The two became fast friends, and for the next five months while Jayn stayed with them, grew very close. Eventually however, Jayn decided she had to head off on her own, and even though she had no idea where she was headed, she wanted to attempt to return to her life from before, and although she would miss things like baths, dinners at the table, and somebody she felt she could actually talk to, she bit the bullet and was loaded up with a fair bit of money to sustain her.
She immediately spent it all on a small dingy boat and a years worth of food and water.
Instead of setting sail, she simply pushed her boat far enough into the ocean and allowed herself to drift, and see where the seas took her. This lasted for ten entire years, during which times she joined many other crews as a mercenary, sank plenty of ships, and got her fill of the sea life. She finally lived out a small part of her dream in living the real pirate life, and was treated as an equal rather than the ship mascot. She drummed up quiet the reputation for herself, and although she never fulfilled her dream and captained a ship, she did eventually get sick of the sea life. So, after one last nice of ransacking the nearest tavern and recounting their tales and exploits of the past few weeks before Jayn told the crew she was retiring from the pirate life, and asked to simply be put on a boat with enough food, water, weapons and cash to last for awhile and allowed to drift. So the crew did just that, giving her a boat filled with gold, a rifle and two revolvers, as well as meats and water skins. So as she went adrift for three months, she did nothing but wish her final farewells to the sea, even running into a few former crew mates along the way who wished her the best. After she finally reached a random harbor and picked up her belongings, she quickly realized she had nowhere to stay and no idea how to buy property...
That lasted for all of three hours before she heard of The Order and showed up with all of her belongings in chests and bags before offering her service in return for a place to stay and free food...and that's where we are now.
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Theme
Extra
Hey, remember when I mentioned a rifle? Well here is the that:
Very simple and old, can shoot really far tho.
Then there's two of these bad boys:
So yeah.... if you want here's some more images of her appearance from different angels and all that
| Never send a man to do a woman's job. Natalia Redd |
Her mother had been ostracized for it, so she kept her precious child a secret. Her mother left her around the age of six, leaving for a two day trip into a town a few miles over, that stretched into weeks, into months, into years, and on and on until it became an open ended trip that Isla had to realize she was never coming back from. She never learned what happened to her, but preferred to think she had found her father and they lived somewhere far, far away in a beautiful castle. Of course, older Isla realized her father was dead, and presumably, as was her mother. 
She carried on, raising herself. Her mother had been self reliant, making her own bread and farming her own foods. Her young daughter followed in her footsteps until she wasn't so young anymore. At sixteen she set out into the world, wandering. She moved quickly, keeping her identity secret through a variety of head scarfs and hats, hiding her shortened ears that gave away her difference, passing as a simple human as she flitted through towns. She wanders, looking for a place for her to rest.
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, I've set up a system to determine exactly how powerful/fast Maria can get, and exactly what qualities of her sword she can enhance.)
Maria Guerra
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Spanish
Species: Human, Attachment Spirit/Demon
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Power Source: Energy (& Anger?)
no slide
Certain demonic traits, including:
-Emotion draining (Can only drain anger)
-Telepathy (Limited to one person, and can only send thoughts)
Powers, Abilities, and Equipment:
Anger siphon - gains power from angry enemies, growing faster, stronger, and gaining faster reflexes. She also has the ability, as an attachment spirit, to invade an unguarded enemy's thoughts and possibly arouse anger to gain power from. All types of anger can be siphoned - from annoyance, to jealousy, and even battle rage. She can feed off of multiple people - however, maintaining multiple bonds proves exhausting unless all those she is connected to have anger to draw from.
Devil's Edge - Her aptly-named sword, claimed to be forged in fires hotter than those of hell - though that's probably just a bit lie. It does, however, contain magical properties no matter how it was forged. The sword can take and store anger that Maria had previously siphoned, making the sword lighter and easier to wield, yet still as durable. Stored anger also makes the blade sharper, and can amplify the force behind Maria's swings. Eyewitness accounts even say enemies pierced by Devil's Edge find wisps of red energy traveling between themselves and Maria upon the blade - a phenomenon explain by the fact that the sword can act as a conduit to increase Maria's mind-invasion powers and the energy she receives from inciting anger.
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Anger system - Any person, when angered, can have that anger taken away by Maria and used to bolster herself or her sword. Additionally, for simplicity's sake, each person's anger can be thought of as three "points" to be invested in the following categories.
For Maria:
Speed - Under the assumption that Maria's speed is average, (9 mph), with the anger of one person, a quick sprint of hers can reach 14 mph, eventually reaching 24 mph at max (Olympic sprinters can hit 27-28 mph, and while these are certainly inhuman powers, such a speed from a dead standstill would be nearly impossible.)
Strength - Determining the power behind a sword slash would be hard, but we'll just use a punch force to determine this. The average, untrained person's punching strength would be 50-100 pounds for one blow, so I'd put Maria at a good 75 pounds. One person's anger would make it 150 pounds behind a punch, and so on (with intervals of 75) until reaching 425 pounds behind one punch. (For comparison, elite boxers can it with ~770 pounds of force but that's a bit excessive).
Reflexes - This one's tricky as hell to quantify, but I'll try. A quick google search says, "The average reaction time for humans is 0.25 seconds to a visual stimulus, 0.17 for an audio stimulus, and 0.15 seconds for a touch stimulus." Each bit of anger invested would lower her reaction time by 0.4 seconds, but she can only do this twice - since these fractions of a second are still quite useful.
For Devil's Edge:
Sharpness - Usually something better kept up by maintenance, Maria can use one person's anger to temper her blade to its peak - not much room for other improvement here.
Amplify force - While the sword itself can't get "stronger" as Maria can, it can increase the force at which Maria swings - by a multiplier of 1.05x, all the way up to 1.2x by increments of 0.05.
Weight - The average weight of a sword is said to be between 2.5-3.5lbs, we can put Devil's Edge at a decent 3.0lbs. Every bit of energy invested makes it feel 0.1 pounds lighter - and though there is no limit, it could be potentially dangerous to have a feather-light sword to fight with.
Bullfighter's cloth - the red cloth draped around her hand, when waved in front of an opponent, can nullify the force of an attack by meeting and dispelling it with the magic it's been charmed with. A punch, for example, would meet it as if the cloth was a wall, while projectiles lose their momentum and magic fizzles out.
Weaknesses & Limits:
Anger siphon - While Maria does have the power to enter someone's mind and taunt them, she has no control over their reaction. A calm enough enemy would be able to withstand her taunts without feeding her their anger. The connection by thoughts is also limited to one person at a time, even if she can siphon energy from multiple people. Additionally, due to only being of half-demon heritage, she is limited to only feeding off of anger. Other emotions cannot be preyed upon.
Devil's Edge - While the sword can amplify some of its abilities, it is ultimate just a light sword. No amount of anger can allow it to cut through thicker objects, or slice heavy armor, and against larger and bulkier targets, Maria's only option it to make multiple small cuts and blows before she can finish a fight decisively. (For reference, steel takes 40,000 psi to cut, and even with maximum strength and the sword's best amplification, it's still impossible).
Anger system - As previously mentioned, one person's anger cannot completely power up Maria, and she has to choose carefully between strengthening herself and her sword. Additionally, all positive effects - decrease in weight included - wear off after 10 minutes of not fighting. Dulling of the blade occurring during the fight would still stay.
Bullfighter's cloth - The cloth's main weakness is a flurry of successive attacks, or attacks from opposite directions, as the cloth can only dispell one attack at a time. Additionally, after the countering force of the cloth is used once, it must be "reset" by flicking the cloth as a bullfighter would (and in Maria's case, also yelling "Olé!") While the cloth may still protect itself from wear and tear, a successive attack without its guarding magic would blow it away and leave Maria open to attack.
Maria - due to the nature of her equipment and powers, Maria works best in one-on-one duels. Multiple enemies and multiple attacks at the same time would render her cloth's defensive powers useless, and her sword can only swing so fast to attack enemies.
Being raised my a single parent is tough. Being raised by a single father in totally unfamiliar territory is even worse. Being raised by a single father, impregnated by an anger demon and left for dead in America - well, that's just the worst-case scenario...
I think that deserves a bit of explanation, doesn't it?
When Leon Guerra learned he would be sent to the New World along with a group of other soldiers in the glorious name of Spain, he was ecstatic. A proud man and veteran of a recent war, this trip and chance to build a whole new life was supposed to be a reward in exchange for his years of service to Spain. Thus, it sort of rained on his parade when he became possessed by a local attachment spirit as a curse from disgruntled locals. Given the still-abundant sources of pride and anger in the man, combined with the subtle whispering of the spirit, Leon's life began its downward spiral of anger and violence. From barfights to brawls in the street, the one-proud soldier picked more and more fights until it reached a boiling point. The demon, content with the pain it had inflicted, finally released Leon from its grip, and purged him of his furious, self-destructive tendencies by taking them by taking them and forming it into a human child - Maria - comprised of a small fraction of the spirit and Leon's burning, powerful emotions.
The now-meek Leon, drained of the anger and rage that drove his life downward, took raising Maria as his saving grace. Although the disgraced was the furthest from a good father to Maria, he certain wasn't the worst. Still influenced by the war, when it came time to tell his daughter stories, Leon weaved wonderful tales from his victories in the past, sprinkled among other tales of grandeur that would eventually capture Maria's heart. Both father and daughter were entranced by tales of arduous quests, brave knights and terrifying monsters, heroism, bravery, and all their ilk - that there was no shortage of material to keep their imaginations burning. Many of these tales became responsible for shaping Maria as she's known today, drawing from noble and honorable heroes and their grand stories to build a future swordswoman in their image.
Then, for her tenth birthday, Leon brought Maria to her first bullfight. Although she had felt connections to her angry classmates or the seething anger of passerby every once in a while, nothing made Maria's blood race like the seething anger of the bull in the ring - desperately slamming, charging, and fighting for its life. In that fight, another figure captured her attention too - a masked man, waving around a small red cloth, gracefully dodging its attacks and angering the bull to no end. While the bull ended up dying, Maria walked out impressed, exhilarated, and full of a drive to return to that ring. While Leon grew older and less accustomed to that sort of violence, his daughter became enchanted by it. As she grew up, the annual bullfight became a staple of her life, and finally, at the age of 18, gutsy and determined to learn more about the strange thrill of the bullfight, she snuck into the arena alone.
Maria remembered that fight vividly. She remembered sneaking around the ring to the hushed amazement of spectators, watching the masked man and the bull's standoff with bated breath - and finally, being rooted in place by fear as the bull turned away from the matador and charged towards her. In that moment, Maria found herself filled with energy of the likes she'd never felt before - but at the same time, she remained paralyzed by the intensity of the charging bull's eyes. Then there was a scream and a blur of red, and before Maria knew it, she was standing unharmed between the bull's two horns: one, draped in a red cloth, sat only a few inches from her neck, and on the matador, fatally gored and quickly dying.
It was then that something clicked inside of Maria. She grabbed the red cloth, and faced off against the bull as it shook its gored victim from its horn and turned back to her. Filled with a determination to avenge the man and unknowingly siphoning the bull's anger, Maria began her deadly dance around the bull - dodging and weaving around it with incredible speed, until the bull fell, exhausted, on the ground. Something about the rush of energy still within her, the hushed audience, and the bull's defeated eyes as she drove the ceremonial sword into its skull preserved that moment in Maria's mind like nothing else ever would. Soon after, fleeing with only a sword and the bullfighter's cloth to her name, Maria sealed her fate as the swordswoman and duelist she would soon become. It's even rumored that she's even found a guild which can quench her thirst for battle and adventure today...
If you've read this far, could you put the word "bull" in the acceptance/rejection? I just want to know if people actually read this far when I write this much.
Extra: Hell yea she's extra.
Name: Oren
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Jewish
Species: Humanish?
Sexuality: Strait
Power Source: The Hearth/Fire
Appearance:
Personality: Oren as his name means in Hebrew is tough and has deep roots which makes him extremely caring for his friends and loving to his family. He is hard to move to tears and as hard as stone, however do to his age and powers he has a fiery rage which causes him to be rash and bold and plenty of times get into arguments.
Physiology: Human with more of a dark red mixed with (whatever middle eastern skin color is called) Brown/Tan skin color
Powers:
Molten stone: Oren being tough as stone yet being hot as lava is able to throw medium sized rocks at people that can be covered in fire if he wishes. This also counts for materials that uses stone or is surrounded by stone
Fire Master: Ever sense he learned he had his power Oren has been able to master the power of fire and can feed it or draw it down faster thank you can blink. He can also cause it to be white hot or just regular red
Pyrotechnic: Some how Oren is able to summon a flame thrower that can can just like his regular fire power can change the hotness depends on what he wants it to be
Titan: Oren can if he chooses to become a Fire Titan if he wishes. He stands 30-60 stories in the air and is made out of a combination of lava and fire. When he transforms into the Titan who he calls Èl Díablo he is much more powerful in strength, heat, and mastery of his skill. His presence alone makes it seem as if the sun is there itself. When he transforms back to him all of his bones are broken but doesn't die. It takes a long time for him to be fully repaired so he rarley turns into Èl Díablo
Immunity: Oren is immune to any types of heat or diseases related to heat. If he wanted he could look at the sun for days or go strait through it in outer space with just a small irritating sensation
Limits: With his power also causes great fear of water of any shape of form. Even when he's drinking water you can see a small form of terror in his eyes. He also becomes very tired once he has been fighting for a long time. Affects happen one hour after the battle where he gets exhausted. However no matter how long he uses his powers he will never die by used them for a long time and will only suffer from lots of broken bones
Theme and why: Highway to Hell was to metal and Sound of Silence by Disturbed is to dark
History: BOOM....BOOM....BOOM....
The sun roasted Oren alive as he lay in Desert sands, his heart pounded against his chest seemingly trying to get out of his body.
BOOM....BOOM....BOOM....
This was the end and he knew it. Sitting back up he looked over his surroundings one last time before the heat finally took him. Then as his heart finally gave its last beats he collapsed upon the desert floor where the sands took his body and desert insects called his skeleton home. "Oren what are you doing?! NO!!" His father yelled as he dove to catch him before he fell into the fire near the anvil. (His father had been working as a blacksmith to support the family) But Oren did not burst into flames and his father didn't see his boy die but instead saw what appeared to be a monster, his skin turned more red than brown and he opened his eyes from his dream now amazed at where he was. "Daddy isn't this cool!" Oren exclaimed spinning around in the flames unaffected. Then the sound of multiple guns loading made him face his father who along with several other men of the town raised there guns at the 5 year old boy "You are no son of mine. Get away from here before I blast your freakish head of you monster!" He roared as his mother wept in the corner.
That was 13 years ago and now Oren watched in awe and excitement as he burned down the village and killed any people who tried to flee. The while village was burning and the sand around it had turned to glass, dead cargoes bodies littered the floor as Oren walked through the flames where his step mom and ded along with everyone else who had hurt him stood quivering in fear. "You are the monsters now freaks!" He roared as he brought down his flaming sword and axe upon the group. 13 years ago he had fled from his home into the desert crying his heart out where a family who had been traveling to another town took him in where they accepted his strange power and helped him practice. He now had two brothers and one sister along with two new parents. His father and both brothers were guards while his mom and sister were bakers, his new family loved him and accepted him so he accepted them.
Extra: Weapons include: Sword, Bow and arrows, axe, five throwing daggers, and shield
How about I remove Molten Rock, Immunity is scaled down to any types of heat and less deadly heat diseases, and when in his Titan Form the heat from his body is lowered to like your hiking on a Volcano. If you want I can also make it so he hasn't mastered the ability yet but is close to mastering it
Name: Oren
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Jewish
Species: Humanish?
Sexuality: Strait
Power Source: The Hearth/Fire
Appearance:
Personality: Oren as his name means in Hebrew is tough and has deep roots which makes him extremely caring for his friends and loving to his family. He is hard to move to tears and as hard as stone, however do to his age and powers he has a fiery rage which causes him to be rash and bold and plenty of times get into arguments.
Physiology: Human with more of a dark red mixed with (whatever middle eastern skin color is called) Brown/Tan skin color
Powers:
Fire Master: Oren has had several years to learn and control his power in the deserts of The Middle East under the glare of the sun, however he hasn't been able to fully master his power but he close to mastering his ability
Pyrotechnic: Some how Oren is able to summon a flame thrower that can can just like his regular fire power can change the hotness depends on what he wants it to be
Titan: Think Èl Díablo in Suicide Squad when he transforms into Èl Díablo. The former Titan power is unlocked once he masters his power if Light agrees to it
Immunity: Oren is immune to any types of heat or less fatal diseases related to heat
Limits: With his power also causes great fear of water of any shape of form. Even when he's drinking water you can see a small form of terror in his eyes. He also becomes very tired once he has been fighting for a long time. Affects happen one hour after the battle where he gets exhausted. However no matter how long he uses his powers he will never die by used them for a long time and will only suffer from lots of broken bones
Theme and why: Highway to Hell was to metal and Sound of Silence by Disturbed is to dark
History: BOOM....BOOM....BOOM....
The sun roasted Oren alive as he lay in Desert sands, his heart pounded against his chest seemingly trying to get out of his body.
BOOM....BOOM....BOOM....
This was the end and he knew it. Sitting back up he looked over his surroundings one last time before the heat finally took him. Then as his heart finally gave its last beats he collapsed upon the desert floor where the sands took his body and desert insects called his skeleton home. "Oren what are you doing?! NO!!" His father yelled as he dove to catch him before he fell into the fire near the anvil. (His father had been working as a blacksmith to support the family) But Oren did not burst into flames and his father didn't see his boy die but instead saw what appeared to be a monster, his skin turned more red than brown and he opened his eyes from his dream now amazed at where he was. "Daddy isn't this cool!" Oren exclaimed spinning around in the flames unaffected. Then the sound of multiple guns loading made him face his father who along with several other men of the town raised there guns at the 5 year old boy "You are no son of mine. Get away from here before I blast your freakish head of you monster!" He roared as his mother wept in the corner.
That was 13 years ago and now Oren watched in awe and excitement as he burned down the village and killed any people who tried to flee. The while village was burning and the sand around it had turned to glass, dead cargoes bodies littered the floor as Oren walked through the flames where his step mom and ded along with everyone else who had hurt him stood quivering in fear. "You are the monsters now freaks!" He roared as he brought down his flaming sword and axe upon the group. 13 years ago he had fled from his home into the desert crying his heart out where a family who had been traveling to another town took him in where they accepted his strange power and helped him practice. He now had two brothers and one sister along with two new parents. His father and both brothers were guards while his mom and sister were bakers, his new family loved him and accepted him so he accepted them.
Extra: Weapons include: Sword, Bow and arrows, axe, five throwing daggers, and shield
