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| MahouShoujo4Lyfe | Jan 18 2015, 10:34 PM Post #1 |
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This roleplay forum is based off of White Wolf's New World of Darkness tabletop RPG series, with a main focus on Demon, the Descent's "glitches." Most of you have probably played before, but if not, the general setting is modern day supernatural horror. A good lore reference is the wiki: http://whitewolf.wikia.com/wiki/Portal:World_of_Darkness. Try to focus on the lore, rather than gameplay aspects when making your characters. Overall, be fair, be creative, and have fun! NOTE: For making "Glitches," please refer to our note on Glitch powers, mechanics, and lore located in Chicago. Use the skeleton as a guideline and fit in your brand, tell, and emanation however you see fit! Use the following template. Name: Your name is not "DARKSLASH KILLMAN." Faction/Rank: Are you part of the Resistance, the Apparatus, or are you of a Neutral or other affiliation? And whats your "role" in said group? Age: Keep it reasonable if you're human. Obviously, you're not going to be 200, nor are you going to be an 8 year old hunter. Race: Nationality Type: (If un-human, specify. E.g, what type of glitch, vampire, lycanthrope, etc.) Height: Duh Weight: Duh Concept: Example: Loose-cannon cop, vampire socialite, curious occultist, rabid cult leader... Brand: (If applicable) Tell: (If applicable) Emanation – (If applicable) Likes: Be creative Dislikes: Again, be creative Personality: Just enough to understand your character. No need for anything too detailed. Appearance: If you don't have art skills or have not been gifted a picture by somebody who DOES have art skills, then write a description. Abilities: Keep them fair. You're not perfect, even if you are a supernatural being. You can write your emanation here again or just your other worldly abilities here. Equipment: Keep in mind the setting. This is Chicago 2015, so you're probably not carrying around a bastard sword if you're a journalist. Since this is a warzone, you are allowed and even encouraged to have something to fight with, but make it work. Biography: Write a nice paragraph here.' If you have any other "info" such as quotes or something that you wanted to add, feel free! ***Some more rules*** 1. After you finish creating a character, do not make any posts until you have been given the official seal of approval. You'll know what that looks like. 2. We're okay with y'all using myths and legends to provide a basis for your character, but please do not blatantly rip off a preexisting character from another universe. 3. Do not use NPCs from the WoD core books. 4. You ARE permitted to use your RP character from the tabletop campaign. However, what happens on the forums will not affect what happens in the tabletop campaign. 5. Be original. No Mary Sues. 6. If your character does not get approved the first time, we will work with you in private to ensure that the proper adjustments are made. Please do not take it personal, we're here to help! 7. Multiple characters are allowed, but make sure that you use different colored text so that we may distinguish them. 8. The question "Killable?" has been removed. You are mortal. Everybody is mortal. If your "power" is that you're unkillable, well howdydooda, ya got me, but otherwise everybody can be killed. Remember, ask questions if you must, but not on this page. PM us. |
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| MahouShoujo4Lyfe | Apr 29 2015, 11:07 PM Post #2 |
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Name: William Katch Faction: Angel Apparatus Rank: Leader Age: 34 Race: White - British Type: Glitch Height: 6’3’’ Weight: 188 lbs Concept: Upstanding Gentleman? Brand: Crying of Cicada – Around William, especially while he is implementing his emanation, the intensity of sounds are reversed. An explosion will sound like a faint whisper, while the faint sound of footsteps or crickets will sound deafening and echoing off the walls from every direction. He's had some practice at it that he knows about what decibel to speak in to sound normal though, so he can have the faint impression of speaking normally to strangers. Tell: Tyranny – William has to hurt somebody and break something. Bad. This can be simply yelling at the meek or all the way to physical abuse, but when in solitary horribly destroying something can suffice. Emanation: Between the Cracks – Katch has the ability to partially or fully phase himself through physical material. This also applies to the objects and (limited) other people that he is in contact with. As a partial phasing example, he could reach through a solid door, and then use his hand to physically turn the knob on the other side. As a side note, he is still completely vulnerable to fire, electricity, and other heat/energy forms of attacks, as well as surprise attacks. Likes: Chivalry, England, Tea, Organization, Meeting new people, Dominance. ...and also Deborah's company Dislikes: Coffee, “Filthy colonist,” Neckbeards, and people who lack fear Personality: Very held together, would be the best way to describe William. He seems to be the perfect gentleman out of a fictitious book; from his looks down to his speaking and mannerisms. He can sound a little scolding sometimes, similar to a parent speaking to a child, but he is mostly liked by those who know of him in passing. However, it’s odd that he seems to enjoy his Tell a little too much for it to match his “normal” outward personality... Appearance: Dapper as sin. A suit for every occasion, clean shaven face, and slicked, groomed hair. Carries himself with an air of confidence and is rarely seen without his cane: a sturdy, ornate metallic staff that has a sheppard-like hook as the handle. With his height and weight class, he has a boxer's build: not quite incredibly buff or anything, just simply in shape. Towers over others naturally and usually remains in an attentive and presentable posture. Equipment: Cellphone, cane, handkerchief, and an honest-to-goodness chained pocket watch Abilities: Physically fit, can play the stock market, has a bit of boxing under his belt, and a top notch leader Biography: The most people can scavenge from his past was that he came from a relatively broken family. He doesn’t seem to like to talk about his deceased father, but there sometimes seems to be something of a grimace on his face that speaks more. His personal life seems pretty cut and dry; the pursuit of gentlemanliness and the qualities of a Renaissance man. This man seemed to have made his entire goal in life to being the perfect gentleman; and he does it well. Unbelievably charismatic, efficient in his work, and seemingly without any flaws! …Seemingly. Strange things have always happened around William Katch. Not supernaturally strange, just… “Uncanny.” Mysterious fires or malfunctions at the places where he’s been. Those applying for the same interview having accidents that prevent them from competing with Katch for the role. Katch’s bosses suddenly leaving for “personal reasons” that they refuse to ever speak of. And oddly enough, in all of these situations, William Katch moved up the ladder. Sometimes only slightly; sometimes a much greater promotions. Many have tried to investigate these accidents and pin them on Katch, but most come away laughing and at ease from his gentlemanly demeanor. And, oddly enough, the few that refuse to be “fooled” by his facade seem to simply… disappear. And now, as luck would have it, he has become the leader of Angel Apparatus. As the leader, he has a single mind to herd up all the rebels who are causing such terrible mischief and chaos throughout their beloved Windy City. While he isn’t particularly combat focused himself, he makes up for it greatly as a born leader. Chicago is in his perfectly capable hands. After all, he’s one of the good guys, right?
Edited by MahouShoujo4Lyfe, Jul 22 2015, 11:50 PM.
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| Supermark | Jul 17 2015, 04:01 PM Post #3 |
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Name: Derk Slush Chillman (Admin note: He would NOT budge on this) Faction/Rank: New recruit for the Apparatus Age: 24 Race: Whoman Type: Whoman Height: 5'11 Weight: 160 Concept: Naive recruit Brand: Red- Deep red eyes Tell: Introduction- Everytime he meets someone new, Derk has to stand up straight and introduce himself including one random descriptive detail. Example: Hello, my name is Derkslush Chillman and I forgot a pack of gum in a store after paying for it. Emanation Burst- (look at abilities) Likes: Obeying rules, following commands, things that are plainly good Dislikes: rebel scum, law breakers, things that are hard to differentiate between good or bad Personality: Definitely believes in right and wrong being black and white, he's eager to prove himself and do good Appearance: looks like a kid with a bright future wearing the Apparatus uniform he graduated in. Derk has an athletic Physique, short black hair and deep red eyes Abilities: He can push his muscles to become stronger but when he's done they become limp. The degree of strength he uses determines how limp they get. How long he uses his ability determines how long they stay limp after. so an example would be if he used his ability on his legs to run a lap really fast in 20 seconds, his legs would barely respond to him for like the next minute. If he used it to run a lap kinda fast in like 40 seconds, his legs would be very tired for the next 2 minutes. Equipment: Standers Apparatus issue uniform with ID, gun and Biography: So Derk was born into a high class and protective family. All his life he was coddled and brought up believing that good and evil are black and white. Derk went to the best private schools and became a great athlete. His life was looking up... until it wasn't. When Derk turned 17 his mother died and his dad told him that it was an accident(not the case). From that moment on his father was never the same, slowly rotting away in his bedroom, not speaking to anyone or handling the company he owns. Derk picked up where the business needed help and learned some about the corporate world. When Derk turned 23 his uncle, Osyrus, convinced Derk to chase his "calling" and join the apparatus and make a "difference". Osyrus took over the company, assuring him that he will keep it running cleanly and respectable. Derked joined the Aperatus recruitment academy and graduated in 3 months which was the fastest time anyone has ever graduated. Derk Microsoft excelled in all areas including law, academic, marksmanship, hand-to-hand, running. The only area Derk seemed to be a little underwhelming was leadership as he approached difficult choices with a very right or wrong mentality. either way with teacher recommendations under his belt and a skip in his uniformed step, Derk was of to do good an a member of the Aperatus.(apparently I did not follow those instructions perfectly so here's round 2) Edited by Supermark, Jul 19 2015, 11:58 PM.
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| Supermark | Jul 19 2015, 03:09 AM Post #4 |
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Name: Ronny "Firebug" Art Faction/Rank: Resistance friendly but mostly just anti-government Age: 18 Race: whoman Type: whoman Height: 5'10 Weight: 140 Concept: Crazy genius/anarchist Likes: explosions, things going according to plan, being the smartest person in the room, kids Dislikes: corporations, government, oppression Personality: When the mask is on he's the type of guy that's ready to suicide bomber himself if need be but he's got backup plans on backup plans so he never needs to. When the mask is off he's just a very sad man with a kind heart. Appearance: He wears a black suit(not formal) with a silver and orange utility belt, silver and orange backpack, and a silver and orange mask that looks like a bug mask with wide orange eye looking glass on the sides. Abilities: being very very prepared Equipment: A silver and orange tazzer baton, smoke bombs, explosive bombs, incendiary bombs, remote control bombs... you get the idea Biography: The Art family was just like any other American family, nice house, cushy job, PB and J sandwiches for the kids, life couldn't be better... well... that parts true. It didn't get better. One morning Ronny's dad was showing him his pride and joy, his piano. Now the piano wasn't really a piano, it was his car! Ronny's dad painted the inside of his cars hood to look like a piano, so anytime he would open the hood to work on his car, he could tell his wife that he was working on the piano for her. This made his wife feel loved and let him work on his car. Then next day Ronny's dad was driving to work when suddenly he couldn't stop, he kept hitting the breaks but nothing was happening, his heart started racing, he was headed for a red light, trying to swirve around cars, looking for anywhere safe he can crash, oh god! why is this happening to me?, still in disbelief, trying the breaks again, and again, and again, and ag... It was over... His heart stopped racing and came to a complete halt just like his car. That afternoon police told Ronny's mother that the breaks were old and the were and tear over the years put them out of commotion. Ronny heard this and came rushing into the room, yelling "NOOO! That's not true! Dad was working on it yesterday and it was fine. Dad always worked on his car!" His mother grabbed hold of him "No Ronny, your dad never worked on that car, he never had the time, all he did was work, sleep and play the piano". The second those words flew out of Ronny's mothers mouth Ronny snapped. He couldn't stand it, the murder of his father and nobody was going to do anything. A few weeks passed and Ronny's mother was taken ill and the company insurance wouldn't pay for the expenses since, in their words, "the employee doesn't work for us anymore". Without the ability to afford top notch treatment, Ronny's mother passed away over the course of 3 months. CPS tried looking for him but Ronny didn't want another family, he wants his family back. So there Ronny was, age 12, homeless, crying, no more PB and J's for the rest of his life, fending for himself, and very VERY angry. Driven with his parents deaths, Ronny started to resent corporations and resent the government. He began spray painting murderers and things of the such on the "corrupt building" his dad worked at. At age 13 he built a tazzer and some smoke/explosive bombs and ransacked a bank van, throwing the money he got from the truck to the streets back to the people. He was eventually stopped by a cop, who was surprised to see he was a twelve year old kid. He was sent to a juvenile detention center. Durring his 5 years, Ronny eventually became pretty adept at electrical engineering, fighting(mainly with a stick), chemistry and all sorts of things. When Ronny got out he learned what he did wrong... HE DIDN'T HIT THEM HARD ENOUGH! If Ronny wanted to really change the world, he would have to think bigger, he would have to spark the flames change, he would have to become something greater than himself. Ronny Art, the orphan anarchist is no more. Now, only FIREBUG REMAINS! |
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| MahouShoujo4Lyfe | Jul 19 2015, 03:26 AM Post #5 |
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Name: Clena Luella Captor Nickname: “The Clairvoyant Clena” Gender: Female Faction/Rank: Resistance – Entertainment and/or Comedy Relief Age: 21 Race: White - Bostonian Type: Glitch Height: 5’11 Weight: 144 lbs Concept: A REAL Magician Brand: Mood Ring – Has a faint aura around her that represents her internal emotions. The vibrancy and strength of the aura varies with the intensity of Clena’s moods Tell: Opening Act - Has to begin each introducing sentence with some variation of “Ladies and Gentlemen!” Emanation: Spoonmancer – Can control spoons. …That’s it. Likes: Magic tricks, children, laughter, attention, positivity, believers in fantasy, pudding Dislikes: Disbelievers, waiting, people who are too serious, fighting, her hidden accent Personality: Overly positive to the point where she is delusional. More of a force of nature trying to make everybody get along rather than an actual person at some moments. Despite this, she can have mood swings into Downtown Depressionville when things are looking grim. It’s also actually pretty easy to make her upset, and when she is she drops her fake accent and her Boston one is more noticeable. She's not really acting "fake" for her own personal appearance, but rather to bring happiness to those around her. Appearance: Clena is has a “girl next door” type of appearance. She has an average build and features are subtle enough to sometimes appear borderline androgynous. Clena usually has a chipper smile and holds herself tall in order to keep up her chipper persona. She is usually in her magician outfit; which comes fitted with a long-sleeved suit-like stage costume equipped with a cape and everything. From her olden days, she has two tattos of similar looking roses: one from her left ankle to her knee and the other from her right wrist to her elbow, but they're rarely ever seen. Abilities: Spoonmancer, for one. Besides that, she is a wonderful people person and a great judge of the “mood” of the room. Has a wonderful way with children and obviously is great at magic tricks. Equipment: Inside her coat she has a bunch of concealed spoons. As for her stage gear; a magician never reveals her secrets. However, a short list would be endless colored handkerchiefs, knives, a sword, darts, spare changes of clothes, a collapsible top hat, and she MAY have live animals such as doves and a rabbit SOMEWHERE on her person. She always avoids that question. Biography: Clena had always been a happy child. She was the second youngest of six siblings and it was through this she found that she had a knack for making people laugh. She honed this ability to the point of self-destructive behavior and self-delusion. Becoming the class clown, bottling up her emotions, and just overall doing things “for the lols” which landed her in a lot of trouble and with the wrong kinds of people, ironically. From there she drifted away from her happy-go-lucky attitude and left all of those childish things behind. She drank, smoked, went partying, and just overall traded her childish happiness for a more worldly kind. She never went too far off the deep end with sleeping around and doing hard drugs, but she was far from the simpler person she was before. However, after a bad falling out with her so called friends, she quit school and spent time at home moping about in stagnation. One day while digging through her closet, she found her old amateur magic set. With nothing better to do, she took it out and tried wasting a day with it. After playing around with it, she found herself laughing as she pulled off all the old tricks she used to be so skilled at. Her family took to the nostalgia with happiness and encouraged her to get back into her old habits. She refined her talent with a more adult-oriented shine and became a locally famous street-magician; known for always making children smile. With Boston’s general atmosphere though, she wanted to get bigger ambitions and explore the world. With that, she hugged her family goodbye and set off traveling along the coast; honing her art as she went. When the Great Fall happened and she became a glitch, she found out that she could do ACTUAL magic. DO YOU HEAR THAT EVERYBODY BACK HOME? ACTUAL MAGIC. SUCK IT. Edited by MahouShoujo4Lyfe, Aug 15 2015, 12:02 AM.
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| Mister Nobody | Jul 19 2015, 03:28 AM Post #6 |
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Name: Vincent "Baster" Hammel Faction/Rank: Leader of the resistance organization known as the Pantheon Age:27 Race: Human/White Type: Glitch Height: 5'10 Weight: 165 Concept: Example: Charismatic Resistance Leader Brand: Colossal Presence: Baster's shadow is always astronomically larger than it should be. Especially during his Emanation. Tell: Wait, What?: Every third word that Baster would hear is muted to him. If he were to see the speaker's lips, they're blurred out during the third word, and any and all third word in text is simply filled in with blank space in his eyes. Emanation – Luster Marionette: Baster can control both the intensity, and the direction of light. He can make a small lighter emit a light brighter than the sun, or he can make the brightest of lights look dim. He can also concentrate light into one point, magnifying and burning whatever it touches. The only stipulation is that he has to see what he's consentrating the light on, and he has to know the location of the origin of the light. Likes: Coffee, Free will, reasonable conversations, the Devil's Advocate. Dislikes: Tea, Oppression, his own Tell. Personality: Intense and passionate. Prefers to settle things with words, but isn't afraid to resort to violence at the drop of the hat. Not much of a listener, and loves to talk. Appearance: Medium length wavy brown hair, dark brown eyes. Typically has a dark brown leather jacket on. Also, he has a rather gruesome looking burn scar on the bottom-left side of his jaw. Abilities: With Baster's Emanation, he likes to use dynamic lighting to drive his points home, or even make himself look more intimidating. He can concentrate light onto one point to sear whatever it touches, and can use some neat light play to move his shadow around. Also, parkour! Equipment: Usually has a pretty heavy leather jacket. Has a multitude of zippo lighters on his person at all times. He also carries a compass called the 'Eternal Fire" which points towards the nearest Glitch within five miles of him. Biography: Vincent Hammel came from a rather normal family as a child. As an aspiring politician, he was always striving to be more charismatic, and tried to see things from every angle. He became really good at talking to people, and was even class president in pretty much every school he went to. Truly a natural born leader. Everything was going well until the Great Fall happened. Sure there was chaos and death and all that jazz, but the biggest blow to Vincent was his Tell. Because of it, he was socially crippled. He was unable to listen to others, unable to be the kind of leader he wanted to be for his people, the people of Chicago. Turns out you don't need to listen much when you have power. The Apparatus picked him up early in the calamity, and he quickly became an inspirational leader of the group. Knowledge is power all right, but too much power isn't always a good thing. Baster realized that his people weren't just the people of his home, Chicago, but also the Glitches themelves. They weren't just monsters rampaging around the city murdering people, they were scared and confused. Many of them didn't understand how to even control their power. They needed a leader to help them find out who they are. They needed a home. Vincent cast aside his name and stole as much information as he could from the Apparatus before taking as many people as he could who were winning to join him. He was Baster know, the leader of the Pantheon. It was time to bring the world to a new dawn. Edited by Mister Nobody, Aug 12 2015, 01:55 AM.
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| Mister Nobody | Jul 20 2015, 01:28 AM Post #7 |
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Name: Ivan Musil Faction/Rank: Member of the Angel Apparatus/ Support Specialist Age: 23 Race: Human/Czech (no accent though) Type: Glitch Height: 5'7 Weight: 128 lbs Concept: Prissy know-it-all who takes his job too seriously *adjusts glasses* Brand: What was I doing?: Ivan constantly suffers from Presque Vu, the feeling of forgetting something, but having it be ALMOST there. For example, like you can't remember a word, but it's on the tip of your tongue and it pisses you off until you google it. Tell: Thesaurus Vomit: When using his Emanation, Ivan has to sputter out the first three words that describe the source of the shield. For example, if he were to use a trash can, he'd say something like "Trash, garbage, rubbish!" Emanation: Impending Aegis - Ivan can create a shield out of any inanimate object he touches. For example, if he touched a wall, a slab would shift out of it and move in front of him. The size limit of the shield is based on the size of the object. If he touched a trash can, it would mold to cover as much of him as it could, and even levitate in front of him as long as he is touching it. Once let go, the shield would remain, but would drop if it was airborne. He can only create a shield if he is touching the source of the shield with one of his hands. The density of the shield of limited to the source as well, and how fast it moves is based on how close it is to his person. So he can create one from the ground a mile away so long as he can see it, but it was be far more strenuous and it was take far longer to complete. Likes: Closure, Resolving things, puzzles, tidy rooms Dislikes: Glitches, chaos, loud noises, fire, and Glitches. Personality: Very meticulous and know-it-all-y. Doesn't much care for other people's opinions and typically believes those who oppose his viewpoints are idiots. He also believes Glitches are all monsters and need to be stopped. Appearance: Straight blonde hair that falls to about his shoulders, usually tucked in a ponytail. Green eyes that always look either annoyed or pissed off. A little on the shorter side, Ivan is a rather scrawny dude. He wears thick glasses at all times, usually some fort of formal attire, and is always adjusting his glasses in the snootiest way imaginable. Abilities: Ivan is a quick thinker that can adapt to most any situation he get's thrown in. He's really really good at puzzles and is an overall smart guy. In high school, he had excellent marks on all his grades and was even studying medicine to become a doctor when the world was normal. So he has basic medical knowledge. Equipment: Glasses, Cellphone for communication, wristwatch, and a medkit. Biography: Ivan had his entire life planned out. Once he finished pre-med, he'd enter medschool at the most prestigious university money could buy. His father had been a doctor long before Ivan was born, and Ivan was expected to do the same with his life. Only the impossible could derail his future, he always told himself. Well, he was right! The calamity hit him particularly harder than most people. He woke up early one day to find a scene he'd never forget. His little sister hugging her dad and sobbing uncontrollably, his father's face literally melting right in front of him, and the hallways surrounding the two of them engulfed in flames. Ivan dropped to the floor and could only scream. Instinctively, he placed his hands on the floor and that's when it happened. A large block of stone shot from the floor and crushed his sister's arm between the slab and the ceiling. One very emotional ambulance ride later, Ivan's dad died in the hospital and his future was crushed. The Angel Apparatus picked him and his sister up , though she had been hospitalized, and explained what Glitches are to Ivan. It was pretty clear to him they were, no matter what anyone said. Glitches were monsters that needed to be stopped. Even a scared girl who didn't know any better had destroyed her own home and family, there was no imagining what one could do with the wrong intentions. Ivan became a member of the Apparatus in a heartbeat, and devoted himself to putting an end to this chaos. |
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| Nook'n'Cranny | Jul 20 2015, 02:11 AM Post #8 |
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Name: Magnolia Ferro (despises being called "Maggy" or "Mags") Faction/Rank: Seasoned squad leader of the Angel Apparatus Age: 57 Race: 'Murican (olive-white / mixed-Italian descent) Type: She looks pretty human to me! Height: 5'6 Weight: 139 Concept: The hag you'll never want as a schoolteacher Likes: Weaponry, teaching through discipline, strong drinks, knitting, domestic pets, music without lyrics... Dislikes: Recklessness, weak-mindedness, you, driving, public outings, large groups of children, etc... Personality: A hard-A and bitter old woman who has a private personal life. Through her strict and intimidating interactions, she keeps her boys in line! She's seen enough in her life and learned not to trust anyone unless they can show some true character. Her punishments are harsh, her tongue is sharp, but she has (grand)motherly feelings towards her squad. She prefers to keep those more sensitive feelings to herself, however. She's drawn more to dogs and cats than people. She takes rules and order very seriously, but on occasion sees a need for such rules to be broken. Appearance: Curled steely gray hair, a well-kept uniform, leering, squinted eyes... (as pictured below) Abilities: She's motivating and has a sharp-eye and decent agility for her age. Equipment: She has a handgun concealed in her belt-holster, and a knife strapped behind her leg. Biography: Magnolia moved to Chicago as a younger child. She grew up in simpler times, with a strict, but not too-unpleasant, upbringing. She married in her early 20's, had three children, and was keen with the desire to travel the world with her family. By the age 40, her marriage became like a brittle and cold game of Russian roulette, once she had discovered her husband was having an affair with another woman. The divorce was inevitable, and when her children were all grown and moved out, she spent her days alone. She took to drinking and kept busy with work; her dreams of traveling the world were long behind her. 2 of her children had moved to other states, while one remains in this town in Chicago. It is said that she had lost her former humor over the years. She claims that she just "wisened up". Once The Great Fall occurred, things had changed... quite a lot. She eventually joined the Angel Apparatus shortly after its foundation 2 years ago, with a desire to help keep order and peace in the city. She has had enough picking up the newspaper to find one more arson and other such "accidents" committed by those "good-for-nuthin' ruffians".
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| Ray | Jul 20 2015, 02:48 AM Post #9 |
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Name: David Solomon Faction/Rank: Resistance/Specialist Age: 31 Race: Israeli Type: Glitch Height: 6' 0'' Weight: 185 lbs Concept: Bartender/Cleaner/Back Alley Doctor Emanation – Neuroshock: David's nervous system is capable of generating an abnormally high amount of electricity not unlike the ability of an electric eel. He is able to direct the electricity within his body to any point on himself. The obvious application of this ability usually involves stunning or killing a person through physical contact, but David has recently discovered he can selectively enhance various functions of his nervous system. This most involves speeding up neural synapses giving him faster reaction times or shutting off pain receptors. He is beginning to experiment with enhancing his neuromusculature and autonomic nervous system, but is loath to push the boundaries too quickly for fear of snapping a limb or dying of cardiac arrest. Brand: The veins and arteries in David's body hum ever so lightly with a blue color. It's difficult to notice in brightly lit rooms, but during activation of his power they glow much more brightly. Tell: David is compelled to light a candle later on whenever someone dies by his hand. Likes: Black coffee, Martial Arts, Poetry, Reading Dislikes: People who talk too much, Comedy Films Personality: Professional, Inquisitive Appearance: He regularly trims his dark hair in a neat, short haircut and keeps a clean shaven face. He is usually seen dressed in a black waist coat, a white, oxford button down with rolled up sleeves and black slacks. His face is exotic and tan enough that the average person will find it difficult to fully determine his ethnicity. Equipment: David keeps a variety of small arms and home made explosives in his apartment and workplace. He normally keeps a Colt Detective Special hidden on his body in addition to a knife on the inside of his boot. He keeps a kitbashed array of medical equipment in the basement of the Looking Glass, mostly stolen from legitimate hospitals and pharmacies in Chicago with a small amount of analytical equipment brought with him on his mission. Abilities: David is fluent in Hebrew, English, and Arabic and also speaks passable Spanish. He is also wellversed in firearms and in martial arts due to his time with the Mossad. He keeps in high physical condition since his power is mostly used in close quarters. He is a highly trained physician and scientist whose past career has had him deal with anything from infectious diseases to trauma surgery. His drinks are generally regarded as anywhere from mediocre to average. Biography: David grew up in Israel to an Israeli father and Arabic mother and spent the early years of his adulthood being educated as a medical doctor. After excelling in his training and education he was recruited into the Mossad as a specialist. He spent the next few years of his life attached to teams running missions against biological and chemical terrorism. On occasion it would require him to sit in a lab and analyze samples. Other missions deep in enemy territory may have required him to do a multitude of tasks such being on site to administer the correct neutralizing agent for a dangerous chemical weapon, performing emergency surgery on shrapnel wound, or even engaging in firefights and close quarters combat. Almost immediately after the Great Fall occurred like many other intelligence agencies the Mossad sent its own agents into the city to evaluate the situation. David was sent in with orders to investigate and perform an analysis of these strange new humans with reality defying powers. His team infiltrated the city easily enough during the early days of chaos and began to track down signs of physical anomalies. As they walked along the street in the dead of night the chemist attached to David's team stopped dead in his tracks. "This is impossible", he said. "I just checked the readings on my atmospheric testing equipment. They tell me we've been walking in an atmosphere of 100% helium the last ten minutes. Right now, we shouldn't even be able to breEAATTTHE". As if his realization caused reality to reassert itself, the scientist's voice suddenly jumped to a very high pitched squeak. It would've been hilarious too had the team leader's face not began literally melting off just a moment after that. The streetlights burst just a second later and darkness blanketed the street. It was an ambush, and all hell broke loose. David woke up an indeterminate amount of time later on the same street. The bodies of his team were absent from the scene, Lord knows what happened to them. Right in front of him stood a young boy with a few other people like shadows in the background. It was too dark to make out his features, but all David could remember from that moment was when the boy touched him on the base of his skull there was a brilliant flash and the boy and all those shadows in the background vanished. David looked at his hands to see the light, pulsing glow of his veins against the night sky. He was a glitch. With most of his team and their equipment gone, David had no way to escape the city and no support inside. He went deep undercover, masquerading as a hispanic immigrant working various oddjobs around the city. For a year David kept a low profile to avoid the attention of the Apparatus, who would no doubt frown upon a foreign agent illegally operating in the city. It wasn't until Baster's schism with the Apparatus that David saw a real opportunity for change. After discovering the Patheon's newly established headquarters though his network, David arrived to join them. After narrowly avoiding death by laser by explaining that he was not in fact an Apparatus scout, he and his abilities were welcomed with weary arms. David found a cover job working as a bartender at the Looking Glass, while at the same time working discreetly as the Pantheon's doctor and researcher. His skill in combat has come in handy on multiple occasions, being one of the few members of the resistance with legitimate and extensive training. He would prefer to avoid open combat, but the various skirmishes always provide him with fresh “samples” taken from the fallen. In contrast to Baster’s concern for the independence of their people, David is more focused on the ascension of Glitches over the normal human populace. His experiences with Glitches and their powers has caused him to see them as the next path for humanity to take. He intends to expand the Pantheon’s territory and power until it becomes the most dominant force in the city and possibly even the country to further this goal. In the meantime, he works to discover and exploit the secrets of the Glitches' condition while keeping an eye out for the mysterious kid that accosted him so long ago. Edited by Ray, Jul 21 2015, 12:03 PM.
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| primatibas | Jul 22 2015, 12:38 AM Post #10 |
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STATUS: NPC Name: Doc Magnate Faction/Rank: Resistance Treasurer (Not publicly known as a member of the Pantheon) Age: 50 Race: Caucasian Type: Human Glitch Height: 6'1 Weight: 225 Concept: Cut-throat businessman Brand: Solid gold teeth and silver tongue and money warms up around him, "burning a hole" in peoples' pockets. Tell: Completely bound to any agreement. Emanation – Anyone, and anything, can be bought for a price. He instinctively knows what it will take to win someone over, and he can make a deal or pay their price. (Will private message other players to make deals. NPCs should be admin discretion. Doesn't work on people who are being influenced or are wholeheartedly committed to an act.) Likes: Profits, meetings, gold, tigers, and gold tigers Dislikes: Taxes, government control, children Personality: Guarded and slick, always looking for whatever will further his goals and raise his profits. Doesn't make friends, he makes partners. Abilities: Microsoft office, legal jargon, throwing office parties Equipment: Phone, laptop, fat stacks of cash, suits for every occasion, blank contracts Biography: Lifetime resident of Chicago, Doc spent his entire adult life as a struggling businessman with no real success to his name. After the glitches came, and he gained his powers, he quickly rose to prominence as a CEO of a major company. Having enjoyed massive success, he refuses to ever give up his freedom and success. He now uses his powers to further the causes of the resistance and put an end to the apparatus' interference.
Edited by MahouShoujo4Lyfe, Jul 30 2015, 11:23 AM.
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