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[maerow]

Please Fill Out This Form BEFORE Roleplaying:


Name:


Gender:


Species: (Human, vampire, fairy?)

Age:


Weapon(s):


Personality:


Special Info: (You can have powers, just don't get OP. Keep it reasonable, especially if you're human)

Bio: (Even if your character doesn't remember anything, they still have a past.


Remember, once you start roleplaying, THEY DON'T REMEMBER THEIR PAST)

Appearance:

THERE IS NO NEED TO WAIT FOR APPROVAL ON YOUR CHARACTER

(If I see an issue with your characters profile, I will pm you and you can edit it)

* It is your mission to develop your character and little by little, regain some of the missing pieces of their memories

* Feel free to discuss any character relations you would like to see happen (romantic interest, personal history with another character...etc) or any other plot related things in the OOC chat or through pm

* Refer to the 'Overview' tab to get a full listing of each member/rp description

:5/5: READ THE RULES BEFORE ROLEPLAYING​

 

[maerow]

Name: Tair


Gender: Female


Species: Human (with strange abilities)


Age: 20


Weapon(s): Whatever she can find. Control of plant vines, etc


Personality: A daydreamer who is naturally curious and usually gets herself in trouble a lot. Tair likes to observe people and prefers to not speak as much- since anything that comes out of her mouth is usually outspoken. She can be shy at first, but once she's comfortable around her surroundings and certain people, her personality would variate.


Special Info: Ability to speak to animals, control vines (make them come alive, can be used for offence or defense)


Bio: Growing up, Tair has always been strange. Reality was boring to her, so she often lived in her own fantasy land. Living in the middle of no where, outcast from society, would make anyone lose their mind. Not Tair, she adapted quickly. Her imagination was boundless; finding comfort in befriending animals in the forest. Her encounters with wildlife began when her grandfather started reading stories about a magical forest with talking animals, but only the ones chosen could hear them. Tair had an idea it had something to do with her late mother, who was able to interact with the spirits of the forest.

Appearance:

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[Valorie]

Name: Anastacia Rowan


Gender: Female


Species: Vampire


Age: 159 [Physically 22]


Weapons: [bow and Arrow]


Personality: Anastacia is very sarcastic, and isn't a very warm person. She prefers to keep to herself, especially now that she doesn't remember much. Annie feels very vulnerable in her amnesiac state and tries to stay as far away from others. When she's thirsty/hungry she is especially crabby. In certain situations she tends to try and help someone who seems to be at a disadvantage.


Special Info: Pyrokinesis


Bio: Annie was born into a very prominent family, and was surrounded by many royal balls and anything she'd ever wanted. Her father however, was thirsty with power and sought out more. He wanted to reign as one of the most powerful families, forever. He paid a man who claimed to be immortal, to give him the elixir for him and his family. This man turned the entire family, only to slaughter them all afterwards. He spared Annie because he saw that she was special. In shock, she released her power and set him on fire, ending him. She lived in sorrow for many years, mourning not really the death of her family but the death of her wealth.


Appearance:

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[yoikes]

Name: Theda


Gender: F


Species: (Human, vampire, fairy?) personification of Death


Age: ???


Weapon(s): A sword


Personality: Really quiet, doesn't speak unless she have to and most of the times only answer with a nod or shake her head. Barely shows any emotion, even during battle/fight/heated argument. Hated being in the crowd.


Special Info: (If you are nonhuman, you can have powers. Just do not get OP) Rising the death, shadow manipulation (into weapon, manifest it to a monster, shadow traveling), and her ultimate move is to turn someone into a ghost (sucking their life energy).


Bio: (Even if your character doesn't remember anything, they still have a past.


Remember, once you start roleplaying, THEY DON'T REMEMBER THEIR PAST) Born with Life and the World it self at the same time, she never gets along with her two 'relatives'. Thanks to her destructive nature, she can only observe the living kind from afar or only when she comes to take the life of an important person (grim the reaper like). One day, she got into a heated argument with her relatives over someone's life...


Appearance: Will post as soon as I can use my laptop

 

[AvidElmV2]

Name:


Blake Fisher


Gender:


Male


Species: (Human, vampire, fairy?)


Human (Host Of Darkness )


Age:


19


Weapon(s):


Dual Colts


Personality:


Loving and caring, Blake is the exact OPPOSITE of his powers. However, when controlled, or controlling, the darkness lying dormant within him, Blake turns into a cold, menacing killer.


Special Info: (If you are nonhuman, you can have powers. Just do not get OP)


The Darkness: Blake is able to control The Darkness, a being made from the fears and nightmares of others. With this darkness originally came unimaginable power, but the power it gave its host was reduced years ago. Now, The Darkness lets Blake channel energy into any weapon he has on hand. It also comes with Demon Arm's, long purplish tentacle like creatires extending from his back back with the constant need to eat the hearts from those it kills, and Shadowling's, creatures MADE from the darkness that will abide to the host every command. However, it takes time to create this monstrosity's and only one can be commanded at a time.


Bio: (Even if your character doesn't remember anything, they still have a past.


Remember, once you start roleplaying, THEY DON'T REMEMBER THEIR PAST)


Blake had a normal childhood. If you called moving from archeological site to archeological site every twobweeks. He never had time to make friends so he didn't bother trying and his father, who was raising Blake alone, didn't have time to care. One day, Blake tested his fathers one rule, his most important rule, and went into an archeological dig site. Inside, he found a temple like structure all built around one strange item. It was a purple glowing shard on a pedestal. As Blake approached the shard, it grew brighter and brighter until the light was excruciating. He quickly picked up the shard and watched a purple mist envelope him before he blacked out. He awoke lying in the center of his fathers camp, dead bodies surrinding him. Ever since that day, Blake had training to control The Darkness.


Appearance:


Blake is often seen in a black trench coat. He has brown hair and blue eyes but when controlled by the darkness, his eyes turn a dark shade of red.

 

[Rise]

Name:

Faye

Gender:

Female

Species:

Human

Age:

19

Weapon(s):

Faye would try to use anything to her advantage, though she prefer not to fight.

Personality:

Faye is a down to earth and clever girl. She is always in her own little world of "sunshine and rainbows" and could care less about what was happening around her, quite absentminded at times. She loves the company of others, for some reason she'd prefer to be alone. Though she is calm and collected, there is something eating away in the back of her mind that at times it causes her to become skittish and on edge.

Special Info:

Amokinesis.


She knows how to read ancient scrolls and preform some rituals, though she doesn't recall learning them.

Bio:

Faye was known as the flower child growing up. She was always out, enjoying nature and making flower crowns. A happy, normal childhood she had and she never had a problem making a friend. Never had a worry on her mind, until she reached her late teen years. Until something happened. Something that will eat away in a back corner of her mind for a long time.

Appearance:

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[Keiser]

Name:

Thomas Lewis

''Call me nova!''


Gender:

Male

''Pure man!''


Species:

Novakid


''Cowboy from space, isn't that cool?''

Spoiler

Age:

18

''My core was born 18 years ago, I believe''


Weapon(s):

Revolver and his hand to hand combat knowledge

''They call me dead-eyed Nova''


Personality:

Cheerish and clever. He will always try to be optimist, making the people around him feel good with him. He loves making new friends, being kind and respectfull for them. He can take a bullet for someone he loves, like some of his best friends.

''Optimist as its finest.''


Special Info:

He is a Novakid. Novakids come from special places in the galaxy, they contain the soul of a star. When his body is at a bad state, he releases a burst of light, going into his Novakid state. His strength and reflexes increase, making him an excellent shooter and fighter. The only way you'll ever get him out of his state is too much damage to his core. He'll start bleeding plasma, causing a gas substance to come out, eventually causing an inmense explosion, obviously killing him.

''Confidential, mate''


Bio:

He comes from the ''Black-Eye Galaxy''. He crashed into earth one day, where he started growing there. He started living at about the age of 8, he was never a baby. He grew mostly on the streets, since there was so one to look after him. He made bonds with homeless people, living with them, until he got adopted. He lived with awesome parents until this incident happened.

''Bit of a bittersweet past''


Appearance:

He stands at 6'1 feet, with a toned body, yellowish, glowing eyes and hazelnut hair


''Keep staring at me!''

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[XxDeAwesomeNessxX]

Name: Koti


Gender: male


Species: genetically enhanced human experiment)


Age: 17


Appearance:

Weapons: katana and a glock pistol


Personality: friendly but shy, quiet, always mysterious loves sitting in the corner out of sight


Bio: a human experiment escapee. Genetically way faster and can jump higher than regular humans. His hearing is more than 4 times as good than normal people. His sword skill is above masters he is a trained assassin who's emotions were toyed with he feels emotions as other thoughts or voices in his head. He was made to kill but escaped before they could finish.

 

[Steely]

Name: Josh Miller


Gender: Male


Age: 23


Weapon(s): Machete (If that's okay. If it isn't, I'll change it.)


Personality: Josh is a man that likes to keep it to himself. He talks only when asked, when the situation calls for it, and is a lot more open in social terms when around friends. Strangely, he doesn't feel annoyed when a stranger talks to him, and is patient enough to tolerate the most annoying person in the world for an hour or so. Mostly keeps a straight face at everything.


Special Info: Josh is a normal human being. (Is it obligatory to have super powers?)


Bio: Josh grew up in a simple town, passing most of his time with his family, which consisted of a stern father, a rather sweet mother and his naive little sister. He didn't have many friends in school, mostly because most of the children there had a certain fear of talking with him due to his serious behavior. As the years passed, Josh eventually left his hometown to try a better life in a metropolis, aiming to get enough money to go to college. He got a work as a clerk in a convenience store.


Appearance: (I'm not good with face claims, so I'm going to describe him with words.) Josh stands at 6'1, and has mainly a slender body build. His hair is mostly unkempt, of dark brown color. He has hazel eyes. His facial features are sharp, giving him the impression of being older than he truly is.


(I guess I'm a bit late for the party, but, well, there goes.)

 

[hootie0813]

Name: Simon Fugh


Gender: Male


Species: Human


Age: 22


Weapon(s): Lever-action rifle, long squared-off knife


Personality: Growing up in the PlanesLands- a great, water parched prairie where nothing grows except with more work than it’s worth wrung nearly everything out of Simon except for a dry, stubborn, monotone personality. Like the desert he’s from, there’s life and a rich spirit in him, but it’s buried deep beneath a hard, sunbaked crust.


Special Info: A PlaneStrider. In a much more powerful age, PlaneStriders could take a single step and be in a new country… or even a new world. These travelers always had tales of adventure and heroism and are often key, if not elusive, figures in many legends. The departure of Dragons thousands of years ago however bled most of the excess power from the world. The PlaneStrider bloodline only emerges from the aptly named PlanesLands now in a much reduced state. Simon’s father could vanish and appear in a cloud of dust up to 100 feet away as much as he wanted in a day. He perfected this skill fighting off bandits, causing chaos among those who would hurt him or his family. He taught his son what he could, though at this point Simon is nowhere near his father’s level. He can only travel up to 50 feet a limited number of times a day.


Bio: There’s a saying that PlanesMen are greedy. With crops that have to be compelled to grow, animals kept from dying in the sun daily, constant worry the pump will run dry… the saying is probably true. PlanesMen don’t ever fault themselves for this though. Like most of his people, Simon has been bleached by the sun, clothes and body and mind, then sandblasted a greyish brown.


The greyish eyes of his family have always carried an alert wariness of bandits, those that have given up on struggling to make life in the Planes and resorted to stealing the livelihoods of others. Maybe it was an ingrained guilt that they possessed that made them particularly vicious to their victims. Maybe the sun fried their brains into psychopathy. PlanesMen were willing to lay down their lives to defend property and loved ones. Simon’s mother did when he was 15. His father was away, tending to community business when bandits arrived on their lands. They tried to steal the half-starved sheep. Many wound up with bullets in their heads as his mother both kept Simon down and fired. They fired back and tried to storm the house. They lost enough men doing that to settle for the sheep and left.


Simon’s father returned home to find Simon holding his mother in his lap. She had been hit shielding their son when the bandits’ rounds tore through the walls of their home. They were upgrading their arsenal. Neither Simon or his father shed a tear as she said goodbye then slipped away. They were too dried out. Too dry. It lit a spark though. Dry kindling burns hot.


For five years, Simon and his father hunted bandits, Simon carrying his mother’s rifle. His father and he began improving their capabilities in PlaneStriding.


His father had vanished at the end of those five years. There was a dust storm one night and he was gone.


The two years that followed Simon took on a number of jobs in a number of lands, surviving and training himself. He hopes one day to find wherever his father might’ve lost himself.


Appearance:


Egh, leather wide brimmed hat, leather trenchcoat, both that brownsh gray. Boots. Either a picture or a better description to come at some point.


His hair is the same color as his eyes and he doesn’t shave often so he’s relatively scruffy.

 

[Field Marshall]

Name:Hei Kurono


Gender:Male


Species: (Human, vampire, fairy?)Human


Age: 17


Weapon(s):The weapons listed under Ninjutsu, wire, signature knife


PersonalityTo be revealed)


Special Info:http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Ninjutsu


Bio: He was raised in a clan of Ninjas, more specifically he was one out of two candidates for clan leader.(Rest Revealed in RP)


Appearance: