(( I don't mean bland by normal standards. It doesn't appear that he works as a banker with an everyday job or anything. It's just that, compared to others, he seems a bit boring so far. I don't mean it in a negative way. Think of it more along the lines of canvases. Other applications are shown to have been painted wonderfully on their canvases, having many cool qualities. In your case, it feels like you have not (yet) utilized your canvas. I'm not saying that you CAN'T or WON'T do anything impressive. Anyways, this is just my two cents. ))
Magic: Rogan possesses incredibly potent Shadow Magic.
Chosen Deity: None
Expertise: His magical prowess is where he excels most, being magically impressive even among some of the minor gods. Aside from that, he is agile and good at climbing.
Equipment/Weaponry: Nothing but his signature weapon. See the image below.
Bio: Being the son of Hidai, Goddess of Darkness, I suppose I was considered something of an Anti-hero among the host of Aer. I kept to myself in my own secluded little haunts, and I generally didn't pay much attention to what was happening on Earth.
That was until I caught wind of the Tainted down below. I may not have cared too much about the humans, but I couldn't condone such extreme actions. It didn't matter how much they may or may not have deserved it - eradication was absolutely out of the question. Titaint had done something truly brash, and I wasn't going to stand for that. Without telling anybody, I plunged to the world below to stop the Tainted.
While I was here, I had discovered that humans are very quick to judge. I could see the suspicion in their eyes. Even though I came with good motives, they relied on looks and first glances to determine that I was evil. It didn't matter - I was going to prove to them my intentions soon enough, when I wiped out the Tainted and saved them from this new evil.
It wasn't very long until I learned that there were others like me here on the mortal plane. Other renegade gods and goddesses. Some were benevolent, but others were evil. Some of them fought and killed the Tainted swarm, while others actually led it. Those who condoned the Tainted, I considered to be enemies, even though some were old friends. Soon enough, I had earned a name for myself among the people. They called me "The Absent Shadow." Some spoke of me with reverence, while others shuddered in fear at the name. I rather liked the name, to be honest.
I quickly made my way to Central when I heard of a massive Tainted army on the rise, poised to strike at the city and wipe it off the map. I wasn't about to let that happen, not while I still drew breath.
Other: Welp, I think I already put it in. Pizza, my good sirs.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
((Now that I understand what you are saying, I think I can respond much more appropriately.
I understand that he is unique, and that's cool. What I was kinda shooting for with this character is a REAL person, if that makes sense. One with a personality, with loss, with love, with characteristics that make him special. Compare him to even the other human.
Job? Check. Friends? Check. Worship? Check. Girlfriend? Check. Job Interview? You can't tell yet, but check. Personal issues? Again, you can't tell yet, but check.
It is unfortunate, Ninja, that you prefer the meat of a character to be in the non-bio parts of a character. That may be why you find my character bland - without looking at his (full) bio, he seems like just another mage, and a rather average one at that. Sure, he had a job, and sure he hates weapons, but he doesn't have any defining characteristics - out of bio.
I think that's why you think he's bland, at least.
Anyway, back to typing up the bio. :P))
((Oh, and I apologize if I in any way seem like I'm being bratty or mean, or self-centered, or unable to take critism. Just trying to explain why he seems so bland. It's not like my character is a fallen god or a robot man. He is just a magician.))
((Ivan 2.0 is finally here. He's different this time around. A lot different.))
Name: Ivan Rykov Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human
Appearance: Ivan is relatively short for a male, with a lean frame and a height of 5'7". His skin is rather pale, since he doesn't generally spend a lot of time out in the sun. He has long blond hair, reaching down to the middle of his back. His hair is unkempt to the point where he obviously wastes no time or effort in maintaining its appearance, save for the ponytail he keeps it in to prevent it from getting in the way during a fight. He has emerald green eyes, and wears a red piece of cloth as a headband covering his forehead that doubles as a blindfold. While we're on the topic of clothes, Ivan wears brown work boots, black sweatpants, and a white tee shirt.
Magic: Ivan can't use magic, but he possesses fairly potent natural psychic abilities (more on this in equipment/weaponry).
Chosen Deity: None - Ivan sees no reason to bend a knee to those who would do him harm. Expertise: Hand-to-hand combat, psychic abilities, intelligence, inhuman physical capabilities. Equipment/Weaponry: He can use his mind to interact with the physical world in various ways, including but not limited to telekinesis, boosting one of his senses, or even augmenting his physical abilities.
If faced with a magic-wielding opponent, Ivan can use his psychic prowess to neutralize some magic by analyzing the magical structure of a spell and remotely breaking it apart. This process is not instant, however, making it effective mostly against spells that take a moment to charge or spells that linger rather than spells that can be quickly unleashed and dissipate.
Ivan's most interesting ability is perhaps that he possesses a sort of "sixth sense". By willfully disengaging his sight (remember that headband?), Ivan gains a different form of perception which makes him aware of his surroundings in all directions. This all-around perception has a much more limited range than sight, cutting off at about 100 meter's distance from Ivan. To top it off, Ivan's body is very well-trained. He's much faster and stronger than the average human, and can withstand a striking amount of punishment. He's a force to be reckoned with by anyone's standards, and a nightmare for anyone who relies too heavily on magic.
Bio: Ivan was born into a wealthy, fairly well-known family in the outskirts of a major city in the West. Ivan had an older brother and sister, and from an early age, it was clear that Ivan was the odd one out. Strange things would happen - objects would move seemingly on their own, and Ivan could perform unusual sensory feats. Ivan acted like it was completely natural. Unsure what to make of it, Ivan's parents did their best to figure out what was going on. After seeing a few doctors, they concluded that, somehow, their son possessed intrinsic psychic abilities. Unsure how to cultivate such abilities and not wanting their son to be ostracized, they told Ivan to hide it. Though disappointed, Ivan understood their reasoning, and complied. Even so, he would still practice with his psychic powers in private.
When Ivan was around 11, Ivan stopped hiding his psychic powers, having grown tired of needing to conceal a natural part of himself. His parents decided they couldn't take care of him anymore. They turned him over to an unusual monastery in the East. The establishment was not religious, but rather a place where those with psychic powers were trained to use their abilities effectively. Ivan learned from the best, being taught not only psychic abilities, but physical training as well. He was taught how to fight both with and without weapons, using his mind in tandem with his body to have maximum effectiveness in battle.
When Ivan had just turned 16, the monastery was attacked by a horde of Tainted. The Tainted, however, had just attacked an establishment of trained warriors in the East. Suffice to say the assault didn't go as planned. Knowing that he could fend for himself, Ivan left the monastery to defend others from the Tainted - people who didn't have the training he did and couldn't hold their own. Ivan traveled around Eternia for a while, battling Tainted as he went. People started referring to him as something specific, but it can hardly be considered a title - "the crazy Rykov monk kid". Ivan eventually caught wind of the Tainted horde outside Central, and had no intention of letting Central's inhabitants go undefended. He made his way there, and is waiting for the inevitable attack.
Other: I've already told you - a peanut butter sandwich, plain and simple.
((Accepted. I am going to accept my own application in Ninja's current absence simply because I believe Ninja would accept it. Ninja, if you don't accept the app, you're welcome to tell me. I'm just making my decision purely on the experience I've had with you and how you accept apps.))
((I would post IC, but I have no idea what to post as Glaive right now, and I'm going to wait for a little bit before posting as Rogan to see what Ninja thinks.))
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Appearance:Gavin is a vampire that lives in the normal world only that unlike the vampires in the story's he has no weakness.In the normal world he is an average person that looks like he is in his early 20's but he is actually almost 600 years old.
As the ages passed he always adapted to the new world,but he does master a type of magic that the name is Unknown,all we know is that the magic of his is life sucking and can cause mayhem..He always wears a nice black suit with a red tie.
Magic:Yes he has the power to wield the power of the X magic.With x magic he can kill a hole army with a move of his hand.Every 100 years he sucks a life out of one soul continue living for 100 more years.
Bio:He is busyness man but still lives a quite normal life.He is always calm,at one hotel a guy attacked him with a knife and the guy was never seen again.He is very strong and he can teleport.He never does kill people cause he doesn't want attention on himself.He never uses weapons but he only uses magic againts his enemies.A witness that survived his attack says that your throat start squizing an he just chocks you to death.Some say he never does kill you just erases you.It is said that he could kill the god himself.
Expertise:A silent combat,we only know he never loses.
No one knows for sure how powerful he is.Some people say he is just the beginning of the end
(( Sorry for my absense again. Anyways, onto Administrating stuff. Ronin, approved. Kumquat, I am hesitant to approve simply because Bloodhound isn't there, but I guess I'll let it slide.
Arch, I am sorry to say that I'm denying that application. The Age was understandable given his race, but the Appearance was disappointing, the Bio was hugely underwhelming, and I'm finding holes that I could drive a metaphorical tractor through. The Magic category would create a character that is far overpowered for being "mortal". You failed to read the rules thoroughly, heck, judging by your Bio, I doubt you truly understood the deity system. If these errors are corrected, I can't help but notice the poor grammar. I found it rather boring to read and would regret to have this quality of posts throughout the Roleplay. Sorry.
Derpy, you were not accepted. GeorgeNinja helped to point out the flaws in your application, so I would suggest flipping back a page and reading what he and I had to say. With improvements, I think you might be able to make a passing application. ))
((Wait... how do you destroy a village, killing every single person and demolishing every building, by accident? With your dagger? because I see literally no abilities the character possesses.))
((It wasn't with a dagger :| ))
((Everyone else in her village was human, and she had a serpent form. It's pretty self-explanatory.))
((If somehow you still don't understand at this point, her serpent form is a lot more powerful than a human, it can rip a human to pieces before they could land a strike on her, plus, she didn't destroy the buildings.))
((Also, there are no specifications on what this serpent form is, other than a baseline appearance for it. For all anyone knows it could be her turning into a small snake, which was my first assumption, thus why it made no sense. Also, killing every person in a village and destroying the houses by 'accident' seems rather odd. Unless of course this super serpent form makes her lose all control over herself, in which case by 'accident' makes more sense, but you listed so little detail about it that anyone can literally assume anything about it.))
((She learns to control it later on, so it was an accident, plus, if you want a picture, here you go...))
((Imagine this, with black arms with claws on them, but the spikes are red, and it's skin is black..))
((Not much has happened. Garrett attacked a small town and Rani, Sakheris, and Glaive have all met up in an apartment building. Also, there's a horde of Tainted about 1000 strong outside Central. That's about it.))
Rani stared at Sakheris with shock. She'd seen War? How? Rani's mind may be breaking but he was perfectly aware that the delusions that plagued him were mere hallucinations. A construct of his own mind that only he could see, how had she seen it?
He ignored her questions, too fearful to answer it, and looked to Glaive. "Of course I'm going after her." He answered it. "A man like that, with those kind of powers, with a goddess in his hands, he could obliterate the planet if her wanted to." Rani began walking down the stairs, but stopped when he realized: "But we have no idea where to find them."
[Glaive]
"Maybe they left something behind in the building. Something that will lead us to the goddess. I have advanced radar, but it only works in a five-mile radius. Combing the city would take far too long. Got any other ideas?" I asked as I looked around the building.
I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. My radar was picking up another life form nearby, but it couldn't seem to nail down exactly where the signal was originating from. The signal kept appearing and vanishing every few seconds. It wasn't human, but I couldn't figure out what it was. "We're not alone. Somebody else is in here, but I don't know where," I informed the other two.
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[Rogan]
The bionic was more perceptive than I gave him credit for. Even that lowlife Fallen Angel didn't notice me in here. I guess that's how I earned the nickname. However, it's possible I have an ally. Even if he wasn't my friend, we shared a common enemy, and that was enough for me. But I couldn't reveal myself. Not yet.
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
(( Since I can't post as often as I'd like, I'll put more effort into this post. I hope it'll leave you guys off with a few questions, perhaps leave someone lost in thought. Anyways, here goes nothing. ))
[Fiora]
The time that I had been swept away with the Thief and the time I had recovered were clearly not the same. My entire body was sore, fatigue my quality, drowsiness encompassing me. I could hardly move, as if my muscles were reluctant to obey my commands. Slowly my eyes began processing the environment around me. The walls were made of grey bricks seeming ing to be carved from boulders. The edges were grounded down, the space between bricks being cemented. The ground, however, appeared to be a single slab, the surface being cold in my bare hands and feet. There were no windows, not even one leading to another room. A tall, metal panel — which I assumed functioned as a door — was fit well into the center of one of the walls.
My clothing. I was wearing something very different from prior my encounter with the Thief. Instead of my usual cropped hoodie and t-shirt, I was wearing a thin, almost rag-like top. The sleeves were nonexistent and the sides had been worn down; just wearing the thing gave me a bit of anxiety if someone were to view my attire from the side. The tan material was beginning to tear in a couple places, with several holes already existing at about stomach level. The pants weren't much better, if they could be called pants. There existed men's underwear larger than those shorts. The shorts were a light grey, the length of them being ridiculously small. They barely passed the groin region, but the bottoms (furthest part down, not the rear area, mind you) were thinning out, with loose strings already apparent. Whoever was holding me here clearly wasn't showing much respect.
"Ah," a disembodied, male voice said, breaking the eerie silence of the chamber, "our princess awakens. I'd let Matthew know of this, but he's, ah, busy, at the moment." With a soft creaking sound, the door opened and a man stepped through. He was tall, well over six feet at least, with his most notable feature being his attire. He was adorned in a black suit, the jacket making his chest seem much more powerful than I figured it would look without it. A white, button-up shirt was underneath, slightly covered by a crisp red tie. His shoes were impeccable, the black gloss shining in even the dim light of the chamber. His hair was brown and gelled backwards, a fairly refined look adding everything together. "Any who, it's time to begin. I can assure you that you're completely safe. We took the liberty of moving you out of Central due to future circumstances, those highly involving the oncoming Taint swarm. By Christmas, the city will be leveled.
"My organization is one with special abilities, each of us being far superior than your average Fallen Angel." He said with a surprisingly calm tone. To emphasize his point, he rephrased his previous words. "Yes, we are stronger than weakened Gods. I am David Liath, the second strongest in our, how to say, troupe. I have been assigned the code name 'Pride'. Now, enough about me. I want to hear about you."
My brain was struggling to process the informant provided, not only by him but by my surroundings. While he was speaking, there were three times in which I attempted to summon lightning and shock this man, but not even a spark had appeared. Was this room acting like a Magic Suppressant, just like the Thief's magic?
"My name is Fiora Dawn." I started, introductions being key. "I'm vegetarian, I use Storm and Arcane magic, and I hate being dressed like a peasant from the medieval era." My snide remark toward the end was filled with aggressive sarcasm, but this 'David' guy took it as a joke. He laughed a bit, then motioned with his hand to keep going. "Two days ago, I descended from Aer. I landed near a village close to Central and they were more than happy to give me a lift. I encountered a suspicious man and pursued him, which brought me here. Happy now?"
David, as he called himself, gave me a stern glare, then looked at the wall to my right for a couple seconds. His thoughts processed as the moments went by, sighing once he figured out his answer. "No, I need more information. Tell me about Aer, tell me about your family, something! Tell me a secret that nobody else knows." He said, relaxing into a chair that wasn't there a couple seconds ago. Had he summoned it?
A secret. One which nobody knows. Perfect. "Well, if you're really curious, I can tell you a secret about my family." I announced with a shrug. Leaning in for a bit of dramatic effect, I figured that now was as good a time as any to get this off my chest. "I'm not the only child of A'thery and Kirisha. I've got an older brother who is far stronger than I am. While I'm pretty good at magic, he was a genius. He looked after me when I was little, back when my parents had 'responsibilities' that were apparently more important than family. His hair was a beautiful black, the highlights in it dazzling like blue stars in the night sky. His eyes were a powerful yet relaxing blue. Unlike me, who prefers to use a blunt weapon, he carried a Katana handle. He could generate the blade by energizing the air and literally forming a sword made of lightning.
"Four years ago, he wanted to descend to Earth; not to help the Humans nor the Tainted, but to live independently. My stupid older brother argued for hours with my father, and only when that happened did I notice it. His magic energy was spiking, at some points even surpassing Father's, albeit Father wasn't at maximum capacity." I continued, acknowledging that lying or hiding the truth in any way would be of no help. "Finally, he decided that he would leave on his own, regardless of Father's opinion. A'thery clearly wasn't going to allow that to happen, so he pulled brother back by the right hand.
"Without a second thought, that idiot cut his arm off." I said, feeling tears beginning to form, remembering losing my brother. "He left Aer, but never became a Fallen Angel. He didn't make the contract to lose his power and immortality. He ripped a way down as a god descended to Earth."
Apparently, my story had satisfied this 'Pride' character. His mouth remained closed as he turned around and left. The chair he had sat on disappeared while within my blind spot, which I found quite odd. Several minutes later, David returned holding a stack of cloth. Still silent, the tall figure tossed the pile onto the ground before me. There was a purple t-shirt, the size being a bit too small, decorated with a pink, sleek heart design in the bottom left corner on the front. I didn't appreciate how poorly it fit, as it seemed to emphasize what shouldn't be too highlighted on a classy woman's northern hemisphere. Instead of pants, where was a skirt, which thankfully was a bit more loose. The skirt was pleated and had a color gradient starting with black at the bottom toward the waist. As soon as I got out of here, I'd have to change out of this absurd clothing. They didn't bother to bring shoes or anything else for that matter, but the door had been left open.
I took this opportunity to attempt to escape. A quick inspection of the hallway revealed there to be nobody immediately near the door, so I was in the clear. Of course, this is right about when everything went south. The hall was fake, a mere illusion to give me hope just so my captors could crush it. Instead of leading anywhere, the doorway was nothing but a clever facade for a rift. The other side was inside of a much smaller, more cliché cell. Metal slab floor and roof a couple feet in length and width, bars running vertically, the cage seemed to be what you would hide inside when swimming with sharks.
"Told you she'd try to run." Someone said, who turned out to be the Thief from before. "If you guys'll respect the bet, I get the honor of torturing her later."
"Shut it, Greed." David said. "Fiora, what else can you tell us about your brother? We're trying to find more information about what will be happening to Central City in a few days." Wait, were they not the cause of the issue? Were they not leading the whole fiasco? With every word, more questions popped into my mind, like a hero foolishly cutting off a Hydra's heads.
"His name. I-I'll tell you his name." I said, stuttering a bit. I managed to get the next sentence out without stuttering, but I did leave a pause as my mind processed everything. "His name was,
(( Sorry for double post, especially after a really long one. Erip, I was double checking the Gods and Goddesses list because I thought I misspelled Karisha (which I did) when I rememembered something about your post. You had listed Karisha as your Chosen Deity, but referred to her as the Goddess of Love. You don't need to edit, but the one you were looking for was Kalila. ))
((Not much? Well, could someone at least tell me who is where? I understand the bulk of you are in the central city, but who is with who? Are you ALL together? Or separated into smaller groups?))
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((Most individuals are simply wandering around central, and Garrett here is in the woods. Aside from the group in the apartment building, none have formed.))
[Garrett]
I made my way back to the Tainted encampment through the forest. Rays of sunlight poured through the gaps in the trees' leaves, allowing enough light for visibility but still coating the trail in a cool shade. It was a lovely day in the woods. It was so pretty that I wanted to burn the whole place down. My little warm-up earlier had left me wanting more. It was both a good and bad thing. On the bright side, I'd be more violent once in Central when it was time to attack, but it made me impatient. Burning the timberland down would help satisfy my cravings for a bit longer.
"Surely a warrior as magnificent as yourself can do better than simple arson?"
"I'll do what I like, thank you very much," I shot back. Nobody would know I was having a conversation. There was no illusion to see, no phantom to talk to - just the sarcastic voice in the back of my mind that had begun taunting me again. The person I never wanted to hear from. Our relationship was fairly ironic. He and I despised each other, and yet we spent every second of every day together.
"You know," he continued, ignoring me, "you always brag about what a 'true killing machine' you are, but then you never pull anything impressive off. Like that town you just attacked - a 'warm-up', you called it. You and I both know that giving it that label is an excuse to be as terrible a 'fallen angel' as you are."
"As if you could do better in your sorry state," I retorted. I was sick of him criticizing me for every decision I made. "How long has it been? Four years? You still can't do anything against me."
"You're a joke. You've been at this for those same four years and you can't control me any more than you have from the start. You would think four years would be plenty of time to at least get a handle on a new body and powers, but I guess a manufactured piece of junk like you is just inherently incapable of improving."
"I'm not manufactured junk!" I was practically screaming now - mentally, anyway. Nobody on the outside would know about any of these exchanges we had. They were, after all, entirely in my - our? - head. "I'm different from the rest. I have you. And because I have you, I can get stronger!" I formed a ball of purple flame in my hand, growing it in size, charging the spell to cause as much devastation as possible. "I'll show you just how much better I've gotten since we first met!"
But just as I was about to set the magic loose, something strange happened. The flame dissipated. The magic came apart in my hand. It didn't make any sense - even if it had misfired, this particular spell wouldn't just vanish like that. There was only one explanation. "Did you do that?" I asked.
"Unlike you, I most certainly have improved over the past four years," he said. He definitely had come a long way if he could interfere with me physically to some degree now. But when did he learn to do this kind of thing? "So, 'Garrett'," he taunted, mocking me by using that name, "a word of advice - don't make me angry."
Zicka was meditating. Concentrating. Trying to think. Of what? The very concept couldnt be explained in the common tongue, even given all of eternity. The language of the gods was much simpler, much more open to different things than the common tongue. And so Zicka thought. His thoughts would soon be interrupted, however.
"Zicka!" Shouted Brom. "I bring important news!" Brom was a student of Zicka's. He was advancing faster than most on the subject of magic, though still had awhile to go. "Tainted!" This got Zicka's attention. He unfocused from the thoughts he was having and looked up at Brom. "A thousand, from what i hear! To the south, at the city!"
Zicka stood up, stretching his wings. He could tell that Brom was not lying. "Thank you." Zicka replied. "Tell the students that all lessons are suspended until i return." He moved out of his sanctuary, readying to fly. The tainted hadnt shown themselves for a long time, and now was Zicka's chance to show the gods he was right.
"Good luck." Brom said. Zicka nodded, before taking off. He felt sorry for Brom. For most of humanity, really. They were amazing and prosperous people, but had such narrow minds and silly concepts. Luck? Every chance was calculable. No such thing as luck could ever exist. Time, linear? Zicka scoffed at the idea. Time was anything but linear. It would take Zicka at least a few minutes to get to the central city, so he turned his thoughts to what he was thinking before.
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((Bland? Describe what you mean please.
Also, like I said, I'm not really done. I actually wanna finish my whole back story, is it is the most interesting part of the character.))
(( I don't mean bland by normal standards. It doesn't appear that he works as a banker with an everyday job or anything. It's just that, compared to others, he seems a bit boring so far. I don't mean it in a negative way. Think of it more along the lines of canvases. Other applications are shown to have been painted wonderfully on their canvases, having many cool qualities. In your case, it feels like you have not (yet) utilized your canvas. I'm not saying that you CAN'T or WON'T do anything impressive. Anyways, this is just my two cents. ))
((I now have a second app.))
Name: Rogan Callahan
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Fallen Angel
Appearance: Image below.
Magic: Rogan possesses incredibly potent Shadow Magic.
Chosen Deity: None
Expertise: His magical prowess is where he excels most, being magically impressive even among some of the minor gods. Aside from that, he is agile and good at climbing.
Equipment/Weaponry: Nothing but his signature weapon. See the image below.
Bio: Being the son of Hidai, Goddess of Darkness, I suppose I was considered something of an Anti-hero among the host of Aer. I kept to myself in my own secluded little haunts, and I generally didn't pay much attention to what was happening on Earth.
That was until I caught wind of the Tainted down below. I may not have cared too much about the humans, but I couldn't condone such extreme actions. It didn't matter how much they may or may not have deserved it - eradication was absolutely out of the question. Titaint had done something truly brash, and I wasn't going to stand for that. Without telling anybody, I plunged to the world below to stop the Tainted.
While I was here, I had discovered that humans are very quick to judge. I could see the suspicion in their eyes. Even though I came with good motives, they relied on looks and first glances to determine that I was evil. It didn't matter - I was going to prove to them my intentions soon enough, when I wiped out the Tainted and saved them from this new evil.
It wasn't very long until I learned that there were others like me here on the mortal plane. Other renegade gods and goddesses. Some were benevolent, but others were evil. Some of them fought and killed the Tainted swarm, while others actually led it. Those who condoned the Tainted, I considered to be enemies, even though some were old friends. Soon enough, I had earned a name for myself among the people. They called me "The Absent Shadow." Some spoke of me with reverence, while others shuddered in fear at the name. I rather liked the name, to be honest.
I quickly made my way to Central when I heard of a massive Tainted army on the rise, poised to strike at the city and wipe it off the map. I wasn't about to let that happen, not while I still drew breath.
Other: Welp, I think I already put it in. Pizza, my good sirs.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
((Now that I understand what you are saying, I think I can respond much more appropriately.
I understand that he is unique, and that's cool. What I was kinda shooting for with this character is a REAL person, if that makes sense. One with a personality, with loss, with love, with characteristics that make him special. Compare him to even the other human.
Job? Check. Friends? Check. Worship? Check. Girlfriend? Check. Job Interview? You can't tell yet, but check. Personal issues? Again, you can't tell yet, but check.
It is unfortunate, Ninja, that you prefer the meat of a character to be in the non-bio parts of a character. That may be why you find my character bland - without looking at his (full) bio, he seems like just another mage, and a rather average one at that. Sure, he had a job, and sure he hates weapons, but he doesn't have any defining characteristics - out of bio.
I think that's why you think he's bland, at least.
Anyway, back to typing up the bio. :P))
((Oh, and I apologize if I in any way seem like I'm being bratty or mean, or self-centered, or unable to take critism. Just trying to explain why he seems so bland. It's not like my character is a fallen god or a robot man. He is just a magician.))
((Ivan 2.0 is finally here. He's different this time around. A lot different.))
Name: Ivan Rykov
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Ivan is relatively short for a male, with a lean frame and a height of 5'7". His skin is rather pale, since he doesn't generally spend a lot of time out in the sun. He has long blond hair, reaching down to the middle of his back. His hair is unkempt to the point where he obviously wastes no time or effort in maintaining its appearance, save for the ponytail he keeps it in to prevent it from getting in the way during a fight. He has emerald green eyes, and wears a red piece of cloth as a headband covering his forehead that doubles as a blindfold. While we're on the topic of clothes, Ivan wears brown work boots, black sweatpants, and a white tee shirt.
Magic: Ivan can't use magic, but he possesses fairly potent natural psychic abilities (more on this in equipment/weaponry).
Chosen Deity: None - Ivan sees no reason to bend a knee to those who would do him harm.
Expertise: Hand-to-hand combat, psychic abilities, intelligence, inhuman physical capabilities.
Equipment/Weaponry: He can use his mind to interact with the physical world in various ways, including but not limited to telekinesis, boosting one of his senses, or even augmenting his physical abilities.
If faced with a magic-wielding opponent, Ivan can use his psychic prowess to neutralize some magic by analyzing the magical structure of a spell and remotely breaking it apart. This process is not instant, however, making it effective mostly against spells that take a moment to charge or spells that linger rather than spells that can be quickly unleashed and dissipate.
Ivan's most interesting ability is perhaps that he possesses a sort of "sixth sense". By willfully disengaging his sight (remember that headband?), Ivan gains a different form of perception which makes him aware of his surroundings in all directions. This all-around perception has a much more limited range than sight, cutting off at about 100 meter's distance from Ivan. To top it off, Ivan's body is very well-trained. He's much faster and stronger than the average human, and can withstand a striking amount of punishment. He's a force to be reckoned with by anyone's standards, and a nightmare for anyone who relies too heavily on magic.
Bio: Ivan was born into a wealthy, fairly well-known family in the outskirts of a major city in the West. Ivan had an older brother and sister, and from an early age, it was clear that Ivan was the odd one out. Strange things would happen - objects would move seemingly on their own, and Ivan could perform unusual sensory feats. Ivan acted like it was completely natural. Unsure what to make of it, Ivan's parents did their best to figure out what was going on. After seeing a few doctors, they concluded that, somehow, their son possessed intrinsic psychic abilities. Unsure how to cultivate such abilities and not wanting their son to be ostracized, they told Ivan to hide it. Though disappointed, Ivan understood their reasoning, and complied. Even so, he would still practice with his psychic powers in private.
When Ivan was around 11, Ivan stopped hiding his psychic powers, having grown tired of needing to conceal a natural part of himself. His parents decided they couldn't take care of him anymore. They turned him over to an unusual monastery in the East. The establishment was not religious, but rather a place where those with psychic powers were trained to use their abilities effectively. Ivan learned from the best, being taught not only psychic abilities, but physical training as well. He was taught how to fight both with and without weapons, using his mind in tandem with his body to have maximum effectiveness in battle.
When Ivan had just turned 16, the monastery was attacked by a horde of Tainted. The Tainted, however, had just attacked an establishment of trained warriors in the East. Suffice to say the assault didn't go as planned. Knowing that he could fend for himself, Ivan left the monastery to defend others from the Tainted - people who didn't have the training he did and couldn't hold their own. Ivan traveled around Eternia for a while, battling Tainted as he went. People started referring to him as something specific, but it can hardly be considered a title - "the crazy Rykov monk kid". Ivan eventually caught wind of the Tainted horde outside Central, and had no intention of letting Central's inhabitants go undefended. He made his way there, and is waiting for the inevitable attack.
Other: I've already told you - a peanut butter sandwich, plain and simple.
There's no kill like overkill.
((Accepted. I am going to accept my own application in Ninja's current absence simply because I believe Ninja would accept it. Ninja, if you don't accept the app, you're welcome to tell me. I'm just making my decision purely on the experience I've had with you and how you accept apps.))
((I would post IC, but I have no idea what to post as Glaive right now, and I'm going to wait for a little bit before posting as Rogan to see what Ninja thinks.))
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Name:Gavin Davneport
Age:567
Gender:Male
Race:Vampire
Appearance:Gavin is a vampire that lives in the normal world only that unlike the vampires in the story's he has no weakness.In the normal world he is an average person that looks like he is in his early 20's but he is actually almost 600 years old.
As the ages passed he always adapted to the new world,but he does master a type of magic that the name is Unknown,all we know is that the magic of his is life sucking and can cause mayhem..He always wears a nice black suit with a red tie.
Magic:Yes he has the power to wield the power of the X magic.With x magic he can kill a hole army with a move of his hand.Every 100 years he sucks a life out of one soul continue living for 100 more years.
Bio:He is busyness man but still lives a quite normal life.He is always calm,at one hotel a guy attacked him with a knife and the guy was never seen again.He is very strong and he can teleport.He never does kill people cause he doesn't want attention on himself.He never uses weapons but he only uses magic againts his enemies.A witness that survived his attack says that your throat start squizing an he just chocks you to death.Some say he never does kill you just erases you.It is said that he could kill the god himself.
Expertise:A silent combat,we only know he never loses.
No one knows for sure how powerful he is.Some people say he is just the beginning of the end
check this out!
((So... am I accepted?))
(( Sorry for my absense again. Anyways, onto Administrating stuff. Ronin, approved. Kumquat, I am hesitant to approve simply because Bloodhound isn't there, but I guess I'll let it slide.
Arch, I am sorry to say that I'm denying that application. The Age was understandable given his race, but the Appearance was disappointing, the Bio was hugely underwhelming, and I'm finding holes that I could drive a metaphorical tractor through. The Magic category would create a character that is far overpowered for being "mortal". You failed to read the rules thoroughly, heck, judging by your Bio, I doubt you truly understood the deity system. If these errors are corrected, I can't help but notice the poor grammar. I found it rather boring to read and would regret to have this quality of posts throughout the Roleplay. Sorry.
Derpy, you were not accepted. GeorgeNinja helped to point out the flaws in your application, so I would suggest flipping back a page and reading what he and I had to say. With improvements, I think you might be able to make a passing application. ))
((It wasn't with a dagger :| ))
((Everyone else in her village was human, and she had a serpent form. It's pretty self-explanatory.))
((If somehow you still don't understand at this point, her serpent form is a lot more powerful than a human, it can rip a human to pieces before they could land a strike on her, plus, she didn't destroy the buildings.))
((She learns to control it later on, so it was an accident, plus, if you want a picture, here you go...))
((Imagine this, with black arms with claws on them, but the spikes are red, and it's skin is black..))
((Recap? Im back.))
((Not much has happened. Garrett attacked a small town and Rani, Sakheris, and Glaive have all met up in an apartment building. Also, there's a horde of Tainted about 1000 strong outside Central. That's about it.))
There's no kill like overkill.
[Glaive]
"Maybe they left something behind in the building. Something that will lead us to the goddess. I have advanced radar, but it only works in a five-mile radius. Combing the city would take far too long. Got any other ideas?" I asked as I looked around the building.
I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. My radar was picking up another life form nearby, but it couldn't seem to nail down exactly where the signal was originating from. The signal kept appearing and vanishing every few seconds. It wasn't human, but I couldn't figure out what it was. "We're not alone. Somebody else is in here, but I don't know where," I informed the other two.
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[Rogan]
The bionic was more perceptive than I gave him credit for. Even that lowlife Fallen Angel didn't notice me in here. I guess that's how I earned the nickname. However, it's possible I have an ally. Even if he wasn't my friend, we shared a common enemy, and that was enough for me. But I couldn't reveal myself. Not yet.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
(( Since I can't post as often as I'd like, I'll put more effort into this post. I hope it'll leave you guys off with a few questions, perhaps leave someone lost in thought. Anyways, here goes nothing. ))
[Fiora]
The time that I had been swept away with the Thief and the time I had recovered were clearly not the same. My entire body was sore, fatigue my quality, drowsiness encompassing me. I could hardly move, as if my muscles were reluctant to obey my commands. Slowly my eyes began processing the environment around me. The walls were made of grey bricks seeming ing to be carved from boulders. The edges were grounded down, the space between bricks being cemented. The ground, however, appeared to be a single slab, the surface being cold in my bare hands and feet. There were no windows, not even one leading to another room. A tall, metal panel — which I assumed functioned as a door — was fit well into the center of one of the walls.
My clothing. I was wearing something very different from prior my encounter with the Thief. Instead of my usual cropped hoodie and t-shirt, I was wearing a thin, almost rag-like top. The sleeves were nonexistent and the sides had been worn down; just wearing the thing gave me a bit of anxiety if someone were to view my attire from the side. The tan material was beginning to tear in a couple places, with several holes already existing at about stomach level. The pants weren't much better, if they could be called pants. There existed men's underwear larger than those shorts. The shorts were a light grey, the length of them being ridiculously small. They barely passed the groin region, but the bottoms (furthest part down, not the rear area, mind you) were thinning out, with loose strings already apparent. Whoever was holding me here clearly wasn't showing much respect.
"Ah," a disembodied, male voice said, breaking the eerie silence of the chamber, "our princess awakens. I'd let Matthew know of this, but he's, ah, busy, at the moment." With a soft creaking sound, the door opened and a man stepped through. He was tall, well over six feet at least, with his most notable feature being his attire. He was adorned in a black suit, the jacket making his chest seem much more powerful than I figured it would look without it. A white, button-up shirt was underneath, slightly covered by a crisp red tie. His shoes were impeccable, the black gloss shining in even the dim light of the chamber. His hair was brown and gelled backwards, a fairly refined look adding everything together. "Any who, it's time to begin. I can assure you that you're completely safe. We took the liberty of moving you out of Central due to future circumstances, those highly involving the oncoming Taint swarm. By Christmas, the city will be leveled.
"My organization is one with special abilities, each of us being far superior than your average Fallen Angel." He said with a surprisingly calm tone. To emphasize his point, he rephrased his previous words. "Yes, we are stronger than weakened Gods. I am David Liath, the second strongest in our, how to say, troupe. I have been assigned the code name 'Pride'. Now, enough about me. I want to hear about you."
My brain was struggling to process the informant provided, not only by him but by my surroundings. While he was speaking, there were three times in which I attempted to summon lightning and shock this man, but not even a spark had appeared. Was this room acting like a Magic Suppressant, just like the Thief's magic?
"My name is Fiora Dawn." I started, introductions being key. "I'm vegetarian, I use Storm and Arcane magic, and I hate being dressed like a peasant from the medieval era." My snide remark toward the end was filled with aggressive sarcasm, but this 'David' guy took it as a joke. He laughed a bit, then motioned with his hand to keep going. "Two days ago, I descended from Aer. I landed near a village close to Central and they were more than happy to give me a lift. I encountered a suspicious man and pursued him, which brought me here. Happy now?"
David, as he called himself, gave me a stern glare, then looked at the wall to my right for a couple seconds. His thoughts processed as the moments went by, sighing once he figured out his answer. "No, I need more information. Tell me about Aer, tell me about your family, something! Tell me a secret that nobody else knows." He said, relaxing into a chair that wasn't there a couple seconds ago. Had he summoned it?
A secret. One which nobody knows. Perfect. "Well, if you're really curious, I can tell you a secret about my family." I announced with a shrug. Leaning in for a bit of dramatic effect, I figured that now was as good a time as any to get this off my chest. "I'm not the only child of A'thery and Kirisha. I've got an older brother who is far stronger than I am. While I'm pretty good at magic, he was a genius. He looked after me when I was little, back when my parents had 'responsibilities' that were apparently more important than family. His hair was a beautiful black, the highlights in it dazzling like blue stars in the night sky. His eyes were a powerful yet relaxing blue. Unlike me, who prefers to use a blunt weapon, he carried a Katana handle. He could generate the blade by energizing the air and literally forming a sword made of lightning.
"Four years ago, he wanted to descend to Earth; not to help the Humans nor the Tainted, but to live independently. My stupid older brother argued for hours with my father, and only when that happened did I notice it. His magic energy was spiking, at some points even surpassing Father's, albeit Father wasn't at maximum capacity." I continued, acknowledging that lying or hiding the truth in any way would be of no help. "Finally, he decided that he would leave on his own, regardless of Father's opinion. A'thery clearly wasn't going to allow that to happen, so he pulled brother back by the right hand.
"Without a second thought, that idiot cut his arm off." I said, feeling tears beginning to form, remembering losing my brother. "He left Aer, but never became a Fallen Angel. He didn't make the contract to lose his power and immortality. He ripped a way down as a god descended to Earth."
Apparently, my story had satisfied this 'Pride' character. His mouth remained closed as he turned around and left. The chair he had sat on disappeared while within my blind spot, which I found quite odd. Several minutes later, David returned holding a stack of cloth. Still silent, the tall figure tossed the pile onto the ground before me. There was a purple t-shirt, the size being a bit too small, decorated with a pink, sleek heart design in the bottom left corner on the front. I didn't appreciate how poorly it fit, as it seemed to emphasize what shouldn't be too highlighted on a classy woman's northern hemisphere. Instead of pants, where was a skirt, which thankfully was a bit more loose. The skirt was pleated and had a color gradient starting with black at the bottom toward the waist. As soon as I got out of here, I'd have to change out of this absurd clothing. They didn't bother to bring shoes or anything else for that matter, but the door had been left open.
I took this opportunity to attempt to escape. A quick inspection of the hallway revealed there to be nobody immediately near the door, so I was in the clear. Of course, this is right about when everything went south. The hall was fake, a mere illusion to give me hope just so my captors could crush it. Instead of leading anywhere, the doorway was nothing but a clever facade for a rift. The other side was inside of a much smaller, more cliché cell. Metal slab floor and roof a couple feet in length and width, bars running vertically, the cage seemed to be what you would hide inside when swimming with sharks.
"Told you she'd try to run." Someone said, who turned out to be the Thief from before. "If you guys'll respect the bet, I get the honor of torturing her later."
"Shut it, Greed." David said. "Fiora, what else can you tell us about your brother? We're trying to find more information about what will be happening to Central City in a few days." Wait, were they not the cause of the issue? Were they not leading the whole fiasco? With every word, more questions popped into my mind, like a hero foolishly cutting off a Hydra's heads.
"His name. I-I'll tell you his name." I said, stuttering a bit. I managed to get the next sentence out without stuttering, but I did leave a pause as my mind processed everything. "His name was,
"Tobias."
(( Sorry for double post, especially after a really long one. Erip, I was double checking the Gods and Goddesses list because I thought I misspelled Karisha (which I did) when I rememembered something about your post. You had listed Karisha as your Chosen Deity, but referred to her as the Goddess of Love. You don't need to edit, but the one you were looking for was Kalila. ))
((Alright.
Also, I think I'll start posting IC, even though I am no were near done with my bio. :P))
((Not much? Well, could someone at least tell me who is where? I understand the bulk of you are in the central city, but who is with who? Are you ALL together? Or separated into smaller groups?))
((Most individuals are simply wandering around central, and Garrett here is in the woods. Aside from the group in the apartment building, none have formed.))
[Garrett]
I made my way back to the Tainted encampment through the forest. Rays of sunlight poured through the gaps in the trees' leaves, allowing enough light for visibility but still coating the trail in a cool shade. It was a lovely day in the woods. It was so pretty that I wanted to burn the whole place down. My little warm-up earlier had left me wanting more. It was both a good and bad thing. On the bright side, I'd be more violent once in Central when it was time to attack, but it made me impatient. Burning the timberland down would help satisfy my cravings for a bit longer.
"Surely a warrior as magnificent as yourself can do better than simple arson?"
"I'll do what I like, thank you very much," I shot back. Nobody would know I was having a conversation. There was no illusion to see, no phantom to talk to - just the sarcastic voice in the back of my mind that had begun taunting me again. The person I never wanted to hear from. Our relationship was fairly ironic. He and I despised each other, and yet we spent every second of every day together.
"You know," he continued, ignoring me, "you always brag about what a 'true killing machine' you are, but then you never pull anything impressive off. Like that town you just attacked - a 'warm-up', you called it. You and I both know that giving it that label is an excuse to be as terrible a 'fallen angel' as you are."
"As if you could do better in your sorry state," I retorted. I was sick of him criticizing me for every decision I made. "How long has it been? Four years? You still can't do anything against me."
"You're a joke. You've been at this for those same four years and you can't control me any more than you have from the start. You would think four years would be plenty of time to at least get a handle on a new body and powers, but I guess a manufactured piece of junk like you is just inherently incapable of improving."
"I'm not manufactured junk!" I was practically screaming now - mentally, anyway. Nobody on the outside would know about any of these exchanges we had. They were, after all, entirely in my - our? - head. "I'm different from the rest. I have you. And because I have you, I can get stronger!" I formed a ball of purple flame in my hand, growing it in size, charging the spell to cause as much devastation as possible. "I'll show you just how much better I've gotten since we first met!"
But just as I was about to set the magic loose, something strange happened. The flame dissipated. The magic came apart in my hand. It didn't make any sense - even if it had misfired, this particular spell wouldn't just vanish like that. There was only one explanation. "Did you do that?" I asked.
"Unlike you, I most certainly have improved over the past four years," he said. He definitely had come a long way if he could interfere with me physically to some degree now. But when did he learn to do this kind of thing? "So, 'Garrett'," he taunted, mocking me by using that name, "a word of advice - don't make me angry."
There's no kill like overkill.
Zicka was meditating. Concentrating. Trying to think. Of what? The very concept couldnt be explained in the common tongue, even given all of eternity. The language of the gods was much simpler, much more open to different things than the common tongue. And so Zicka thought. His thoughts would soon be interrupted, however.
"Zicka!" Shouted Brom. "I bring important news!" Brom was a student of Zicka's. He was advancing faster than most on the subject of magic, though still had awhile to go. "Tainted!" This got Zicka's attention. He unfocused from the thoughts he was having and looked up at Brom. "A thousand, from what i hear! To the south, at the city!"
Zicka stood up, stretching his wings. He could tell that Brom was not lying. "Thank you." Zicka replied. "Tell the students that all lessons are suspended until i return." He moved out of his sanctuary, readying to fly. The tainted hadnt shown themselves for a long time, and now was Zicka's chance to show the gods he was right.
"Good luck." Brom said. Zicka nodded, before taking off. He felt sorry for Brom. For most of humanity, really. They were amazing and prosperous people, but had such narrow minds and silly concepts. Luck? Every chance was calculable. No such thing as luck could ever exist. Time, linear? Zicka scoffed at the idea. Time was anything but linear. It would take Zicka at least a few minutes to get to the central city, so he turned his thoughts to what he was thinking before.