Escape From Blackwatch City

[Col]

~Character Sheet~


Name: Col Everlife


Age: (13+) 19


Gender: )M(


Appearance: (picture or description is allowed)

Spoiler

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Height: 6.02


Race: (Human, half creature, ETC) Human


Role: (Wizard, Witch, ETC) Suppression


Power: OPT Able to slow time two 1/16 normal time while staying at the same time


Weapon(s): OPT A Rifle of Sniping (Or "The Heartbreaker, Literally" (It's name is actually that, with the literally part) And two silenced pistols ("Bloodspreader and Cheescake")


Where you are from: Canada


Weight: 147 pounds


Personality: Col is a carefree, often silly spirt, but quiet too, rarely to speak in the weirdest of occasions, but an always useful teammate


History: OPT Opt means optional right, if yes, then I have you find out for yourselfs "Wink wink"


Quirks: Col always wears hoodies with da hoods up twenty four seven, idk why I just didn't wanna change his outfit


Likes: Cheescake, and Heartbreak, inr lol you coulda guessed dat, he likes Books too, and Time


Dislikes: People who have shielding abilities (Sniping OP), and Time bashers


Physical Weakness: Low defence


Mental Weakness: Insecure


Other: Col is extremely fast


I hope that photo worked- Anonymous (Bezt quote everz lik totes)


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[kawiibunnygirl]

~Character Sheet~
Name: Col Everlife


Age: (13+) 19


Gender: )M(


Appearance: (picture or description is allowed)

Spoiler

http://s4.favim.com/orig/48/anime-boy-gun-Favim.com-463608.jpg


Height: 6.02


Race: (Human, half creature, ETC) Human


Role: (Wizard, Witch, ETC) Suppression


Power: OPT Able to slow time two 1/16 normal time while staying at the same time


Weapon(s): OPT A Rifle of Sniping (Or "The Heartbreaker, Literally" (It's name is actually that, with the literally part) And two silenced pistols ("Bloodspreader and Cheescake")


Where you are from: Canada


Weight: 147 pounds


Personality: Col is a carefree, often silly spirt, but quiet too, rarely to speak in the weirdest of occasions, but an always useful teammate


History: OPT Opt means optional right, if yes, then I have you find out for yourselfs "Wink wink"


Quirks: Col always wears hoodies with da hoods up twenty four seven, idk why I just didn't wanna change his outfit


Likes: Cheescake, and Heartbreak, inr lol you coulda guessed dat, he likes Books too, and Time


Dislikes: People who have shielding abilities (Sniping OP), and Time bashers


Physical Weakness: Low defence


Mental Weakness: Insecure


Other: Col is extremely fast


I hope that photo worked- Anonymous (Bezt quote everz lik totes)


___________________________


Accepted just make sure with his weapons he doesn't go crazy and blew purple to pieces

 

[Col]

Didn't mean to do that double post thing lol, sry

 

[Archmage BobMan]

~Character Sheet~


Name: Raymond "Ray" White


Age: 17


Gender: Male


Appearance: A tall, thin man with a slight hunch. His hair is jet black and slicked backward, going down to the bottom of his neck. He typically wears a something similar to a trench coat, with bits of metal attached to serve as armor. he wears common clothes aside form that, and always carries his long sword with him.


Height: 6'2"


Race: Genetically modified human


Role: Sword fighter, black mage


Power: Ray has an affinity for fire and electricity, allowing him to channel pure heat and shock through his sword and at his opponents. He also can use his abilities to control or jump start machines and start fires. His genetic alterations also give him boosted intelligence


Weapon(s): Ray uses a long sword designed with a metallic hilt so he can channel through the sword, and if need be, any kind of dagger he can get.


Where you are from: A secret, now torn down genetic alteration lab used by terrorists and defected scientists.


Weight: 160 lbs.

Spoiler

He's usually a kind person to his friends and tries to comfort others. He is rather difficult to set off, and if so can go ranting for long amounts of time. His genetic alterations cause him to have enhanced perception and intelligence, yet it also has caused him to be mentally unstable, meaning he can often come off as rude or obnoxious, causing him to be widely misunderstood. To others outside his personal circle, however, he can be cold, and he only channels true anger towards those who challenge him. When set off, he go on ranting for long amounts of time, and his anger can blur his moral scale and bring him to violence.





He was born and genetically tinkered with during a criminal project in a secret hideout. At the age of 8, he escaped form the lab utilizing his enhanced learning abilities, and moved on to living on the street. he was taken in by an orphanage, and adopted by one who saw his ability, both in his magic and intelligence, and trained him, hoping for him to one day bring down the corrupt government that rules over all. Ray later was forced out of his home by the same government, killing his guardian and sending Ray back to the streets. Since then, he has created technology from scrap, including a makeshift pair of jet boots, and uses them to get around(Not flying boots, but jump boosting boots. Think double-jump).


Quirks:


-In his spare time, he has learned to play the violin, and will practice often.


-He often stares, both at people and into space in thought.


-He will sometimes stay silent for long periods of time, sometimes hours, thinking about a design for a device and how to improve it.


-He loves to cook as well, embracing a more feminine aspect of himself.


Likes:


-Music, preferably string or orchestral


-Ancient culture


-Sword fighting


-Warmth


-Machinery


Dislikes:


-Running, he has no stamina


-Surprises


-Savages


Physical Weakness: While he can fight and run like an animal, he has no stamina. He will always need to catch his breath after intensive labor and cannot sprint for more than a minute. Ray also hates the cold, as his affinity is the polar opposite of the cold, and will avoid ice and frost at all costs.


Mental Weakness: His increased brain power is a double edged sword. While a borderline genius, he is mentally unstable, and can be set off or break down at any moment at the slightest provocation. He does not trust anyone without ample proof, and even then still feels like everyone is out to get him.


Other:


-He is typically an inside person, and invests time in technology, leading to his ability to manipulate most machines.


-Ray fights for what he believes in, that all are equal and no one is more privileged by default.


"9) Please put your favorite quote at the top or bottom of your CS to show me you have read the rules."

 

[kawiibunnygirl]

[QUOTE="Archmage BobMan]~Character Sheet~
Name: Raymond "Ray" White


Age: 17


Gender: Male


Appearance: A tall, thin man with a slight hunch. His hair is jet black and slicked backward, going down to the bottom of his neck. He typically wears a something similar to a trench coat, with bits of metal attached to serve as armor. he wears common clothes aside form that, and always carries his long sword with him.


Height: 6'2"


Race: Genetically modified human


Role: Sword fighter, black mage


Power: Ray has an affinity for fire and electricity, allowing him to channel pure heat and shock through his sword and at his opponents. He also can use his abilities to control or jump start machines and start fires. His genetic alterations also give him boosted intelligence


Weapon(s): Ray uses a long sword designed with a metallic hilt so he can channel through the sword, and if need be, any kind of dagger he can get.


Where you are from: A secret, now torn down genetic alteration lab used by terrorists and defected scientists.


Weight: 160 lbs.

Spoiler

He's usually a kind person to his friends and tries to comfort others. He is rather difficult to set off, and if so can go ranting for long amounts of time. His genetic alterations cause him to have enhanced perception and intelligence, yet it also has caused him to be mentally unstable, meaning he can often come off as rude or obnoxious, causing him to be widely misunderstood. To others outside his personal circle, however, he can be cold, and he only channels true anger towards those who challenge him. When set off, he go on ranting for long amounts of time, and his anger can blur his moral scale and bring him to violence.





He was born and genetically tinkered with during a criminal project in a secret hideout. At the age of 8, he escaped form the lab utilizing his enhanced learning abilities, and moved on to living on the street. he was taken in by an orphanage, and adopted by one who saw his ability, both in his magic and intelligence, and trained him, hoping for him to one day bring down the corrupt government that rules over all. Ray later was forced out of his home by the same government, killing his guardian and sending Ray back to the streets. Since then, he has created technology from scrap, including a makeshift pair of jet boots, and uses them to get around(Not flying boots, but jump boosting boots. Think double-jump).


Quirks:


-In his spare time, he has learned to play the violin, and will practice often.


-He often stares, both at people and into space in thought.


-He will sometimes stay silent for long periods of time, sometimes hours, thinking about a design for a device and how to improve it.


-He loves to cook as well, embracing a more feminine aspect of himself.


Likes:


-Music, preferably string or orchestral


-Ancient culture


-Sword fighting


-Warmth


-Machinery


Dislikes:


-Running, he has no stamina


-Surprises


-Savages


Physical Weakness: While he can fight and run like an animal, he has no stamina. He will always need to catch his breath after intensive labor and cannot sprint for more than a minute. Ray also hates the cold, as his affinity is the polar opposite of the cold, and will avoid ice and frost at all costs.


Mental Weakness: His increased brain power is a double edged sword. While a borderline genius, he is mentally unstable, and can be set off or break down at any moment at the slightest provocation. He does not trust anyone without ample proof, and even then still feels like everyone is out to get him.


Other:


-He is typically an inside person, and invests time in technology, leading to his ability to manipulate most machines.


-Ray fights for what he believes in, that all are equal and no one is more privileged by default.


"9) Please put your favorite quote at the top or bottom of your CS to show me you have read the rules."


Accepted. Nice quote

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[Revenant's Requiem]

Name:

"Names are meaningless, call me as you'd like."

Insurgo Vreal

Age: (13+)

"The date slips my mind, what else have we to discuss?"

Age cannot be verified, estimated to be between the age of 18-23

Gender:

Male

"Do I confuse you?"

Appearance: (picture or description is allowed)

Height:

5'11

Race: (Human, half creature, ETC)

unknown DNA Variant infected by the parasite "Esibi"

The unknown variant has shown minor similarities to that found in a large breed of flying reptile that has been extinct for over three centuries.

Role: (Wizard, Witch, ETC)

"A business man."

Magical Items Merchant of The Underground.

"Look, but don't touch- I don't like deader's blocking the streets."


(Deader= a body— a dead one)

​

Spoiler

Each title represents a new meaning.

Merchant Name(s)

Dangerous Name(s)


White Dragon/Dragon

Known only by those with a strong personal relationship to the accused, or the power to issue serious threats it gives power to the speaker who would have learned either first of second hand of the Dragon's secret.

Snake Eyes

A common reference to the red-eyed merchant, most often spoken by those with prior connections to the fiend, or spread in the rumors that fuel his Underground accusation of being "Demon—Possessed."




Mad/Dead Eye

Muttered only by those unfortunate enough to have provoked "Esibi" it bears reference to what has been labeled the "Dead" or "Mad" eye an event that occurs when the parasite is woken from its slumber, and begins it's transformation.

Asp

A type of venomous cave snake, typically has white or pale gray scales, is greatly feared throughout the underground.


Little better than calling one a scoundrel, slit-throat, or cut-purse. It is used mostly as a means to label an indidual in which the speaker has had unpleasant dealings with.

The Pale Asp

A compliment to Surgo's nature, reputation and unusual appearance it often proceeds a long conversation meant to glamour him into selling or trading one of his more prized items for something of lesser value.

Power:








The variant strain of DNA found in Surgo's DNA is believed to be the cause for his "other" half which takes shape as a large flying creature with a distinctly reptilian appearance the only word able to describe it would be...


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The dragon may or may not have front limbs, instead it may support its weight using its specialized wing-structure.


There is no current evidence that would suggest it able to breath fire, however there have also been confirmations that the creature is not effected by direct contact with the element.







Nearly all of Surgo's abilities are side effects caused by the parasite, to ensure the survival of it's host and are only active during the parasites conscious state.

(Hope these don't sound OP, most of these have there own weaknesses and limitations)

REGENERATION:

Esibi, being a carnivorous entity must consume a large quantity of flesh daily, and will actively do so, using it's host as a live in buffet, but because this behavior would ultimately lead to the demise of both it and it host the parasite

Now any wounds inflicted by Esibi, and it's ravenous appetite will heal quickly, and without issue- wounds inflicted by outside sources will also heal, but ONLY if they impair the physical capabilities or threaten the life of the host.

*In this case because the parasite has been forced into a semi permanent hibernation this ability is no longer consistently active.*

PHYSICAL TRANSFORMATION:

Esibi's goal is to keep to it's host alive as possible, and in order to protect it from the other predators out there the parasite's also taken control of the host's bodies cell reproduction and structure. This allows Esibi to transform the host's physical qualities at will— however Esibi isn't that considerate, and most of the changes are painful, time consuming and uncomfortable.

The parasite can also force Surgo to resume his "other" form at any time of it's choosing, he is often forced to assume this form without warning.

(Parasite influenced Form)

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Weapon(s):

three various sized daggers hidden within his garments.

Where you are from:

"The dark is my home, I know this for I have never seen the light."


Neither he, nor any of the Underground residents are aware of the merchant's origins, but records prove he once had ties to a man named Cleff Burton who is believed to have traveled to Blackwatch from the eastern continents.

Weight:

Weight fluxes randomly between 100-140 pounds, depending on the parasites activity levels.

Personality:

History: OPT

Quirks:

"Stop wasting my time-if you haven't found it yet, look elsewhere."

"If your assuming I'll help you-think again!"


"You mean to insult me with petty words, yet fail to see I take them as compliments."


"By Styx, what did you say!"


(Styx- the river that separates the departed from continuing their journey to the afterworld, also a word used often by Surgo when displaying emotion. His familiarity with the subject suggests that he's not only heard of it, but witnessed it's horrors first hand.)

Likes:

Weird animals

Valuable objects

Fire

The colour purple

Dislikes:

"Those who make a habit of interfering."

cherries


cooked or dried meat


confinement

Physical Weakness:

His body works against him, he has very little (if any) control over his shifts and the parasite drains his energy when it can.

Mental Weakness:

He fights- to keep his sanity against the parasites influence and to keep instinct from overruling logic.

Other:







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Maggs: a strange creature that hangs around the shop.







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(dark veins are visible underneath the skin as well- when the parasite's activity levels increase they spread and may appear to be "moving".

“Thats the spirit-one part brave,three parts fool.”

― Christopher Paolini, Eragon

will finish soon!

 

[kawiibunnygirl]

I love it

 

[Revenant's Requiem]

Thank you! Glad you like it!

 

[kawiibunnygirl]

Name: Zara Vanguard


Age: 19


Gender: Female


Appearance:

​

Spoiler

Height: 5'6"


Race: Human Weapon


Role: Weapon Summoner


Power: Zara can summon new blades for her swords whenever she feels the need to and she can make a blade out of anything and using it she can still kick your ass. Her metal like ropes that shoot out from her belts can also be used as a very effective weapon.


Weapon(s): Swords, knives, unbreakable metal ropes, etc


Where you are from: Tunnels (Inner Blackwatch)


Weight: 125 lbs


Personality: At first Zara is a very cold and blunt person who seems like she wouldn't care about anything. Well that's mostly true, but once you get to know her suddenly it's like the whole world has a meaning. She has the will to survive, to fight, to protect. She can pick up on traits such as maybe violence and use it against the person she 'stole' it from. She is a very dangerous opponent and if you pick a fight with her then you better be prepared.


History: She was created when Blackwatch first went to war with a neighboring empire.


Quirks: Her eyes will change colors all the time.


Likes: Weapons, fighting, winning, protecting, being like a sister to someone or mother


Dislikes: Bounty hunters, jerks, game who think they are all that, pointless fighting


Physical Weakness: She cannot support the weight of a very large demon hand, such as like a titan's.


Mental Weakness: She cannot crack under pressure or anything like that, but she will loose it if you bring someone close to her into the problem.


Other: Zara is always ready to protect and beat someone's ass.

If you don't fight,


You won't win


If you don't win,


You will loose your fight

​

 

[ElBrento]

May I join?

 

[kawiibunnygirl]

Sure

 

[1stLt HChurch]

(I know this is more of a poem, but I absolutely love this poem. And I couldn't think of anything else.)


"Now this is the Law of the Jungle,


As old and as true as the sky.


The wolf that shall keep it may prosper,


But the wolf that shall brake it must die.


As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk,


The Law runneth forward and back.


For the strength of the pack is the wolf,


And the strength of the wolf is the pack."


Name: Neshoba


Age: 16


Gender: Female


Appearance:

My eyes aren't visible in this picture, but they are a deep icey-cobalt blue when they are open.


I also wear armor all the time. The armor is finely crafted, like my gauntlets. It covers my chest from my breastbone to the middle of my abdomen. There was also some on my back that starts around the same area on my back and ends a little higher in an arched shape in the middle of my back. There's also armor on the front, back and sides of my shoulders, and it runs down half way to my elbow on both arms. Down around my waist is a 2 inch wide strip of leather running around the front and back of the area right above my hips. It is able to be modified to hold equipment if need be. There is also armor running from two inches below the base of my thighs to just above the hawks of my legs. On the sides of my thighs, the armor curves up from the straight line in the front. The same goes for the back. The edges of both sides meet around the sides of my hips, so it almost looks like I have little wings on my thighs. But, those higher areas sit very close to my body. All the areas already mentioned are made of tough, thick leather, and dyed the same color as the stones on my gauntlets: cobalt blue. I wear easily flexible but strong fabric under the armor. It helps to connect all my armor pieces together besides my gauntlets, and covers every inch of my body that is visible between and below the parts, along with a few inches coming up around the base of my neck. Along with the space between my shoulder and back/chest armor, a little stretching below my arm armor and leg armor that keeps the movement of the armor a bit more comfortable. All of the fabric is a pitch black color. I do not wear anything on my feet.


Height: 6'1"


Race: Wolf-Human hybrid


Role: Witch/Weapon Summoner


Power:


I can produce bladed weapons made out of elemental fire, and of any color, but they are most often cobalt blue. The weapons are translucent and they glow, plus the edges are deadly sharp. They do not harm the person wielding them, but the person on the receiving end will get a nasty surprise when they are wounded. The blades can inflict nasty wounds, and the fire will actually burn the skin for a moment and made the wound larger. The blades can only be wielded by the person I created them for, with anyone else getting burned if they grab and try to use the weapons. Besides myself, of course, as my armor and myself cannot be harmed by my own fire. And if the designated person drops the weapon it will dissolve into thin air after a minute or so. Along with that, I can also control a cobalt blue fire with my hands. That can both be used as a weapon, and for shits and giggles.


Weapon(s):


I wear a leather gauntlet on each hand, both going from the middle of my forearms to the area where my wrist connects with my palm. Every bit of the leather on my gauntlets is a pitch black color, and sturdy. There are also two thin strips of leather running on both sides of my palm. The strips sit on opposite sides of my middle and wring fingers. It starts as the base of my gauntlets on the top, and ends at the base on the bottom. Sitting over the strips is a thin piece of protective leather that covers the back of my hands. Now, this is where it gets different. There is a cobalt blue, oval stone encrusted into the gauntlets about an inch behind the joint of my wrist on both wrists. To most it appears to just be a regular stone, but those little pieces of the puzzle are what enable me to produce a weapon out of each gauntlet. When I need a weapon, the knives on each wrist will respond to my thoughts (the knife on each hand looks exactly like the energy dagger in the picture below, except with a leather arm band instead, obviously, and a cobalt color). The blades of both hands feel solid, but they technically aren't. They are actually made from my fire, and they glow and flicker a bit like flames. The base of the knives come out of the stone on both wrists, where there is a small risen area and opening. The blades are the exact same color as the cobalt blue stones. The blades, from the bases to the tips, are 15 inches long. I constantly wear these gauntlets, unless I am bathing. The only downfall of these knives is that my energy can be drained to nothing after extensive sessions of use. So, just in case I run into that at any time, I carry a weapon on my right thigh. That weapon is an old Viking narrow long seax, passed down through my family for quite a few generations. The first person didn't find it in any special way; they simply bought it from an old Viking descendant who was in desperate need of money, and was even willing to sell family belongings. The knife has been passed down to the oldest child in each family, and since I am the only child in my family, that would be me. Hence its name, the seax is a long and narrow blade. It is a little longer than my forearm when it is flush to it, and to me, that is perfect. The blade is in a bit of a rough condition, but I try to keep it as nice as possible. The blade didn't have much of a handle when my family bought it, so they fashioned it one out of the end of a Red Deer antler (if you don't know what a Red Deer is, then, good gods, please look it up. In short, it is the European version of an Elk). The handle is as long as my hand. The scabbard for it is, like I said, attached to the outer side of my right thigh, and it is made out of black leather that is a bit thinner than my actual armor. That seax isn't as powerful as my gauntlets, but it at least does the job well when I need it to.


(This is what the fire daggers look like.)

Where you are from:


The forest near Blackwatch, but I live in the outskirts of the city currently.


Weight: 157 lbs.


Personality:


Very quiet and shy most of the time, but I can become very talkative and loud when I am around people I am comfortable with. Especially if I am talking about a subject I love. Along with that, I am very sarcastic and sassy. Its almost as if that is my second language. And, I am only nice and respectful to someone if they are that way back. If not, then I treat them the way they are treating me. I don't care who the person is. That is just how I am.


History:


For the first 13 years of my life, I lived with my parents, who are also Wolf-Human hybrids. They lived in a forest neighboring Blackwatch. Our house was a small shack, but it definitely fit our needs. Now, both of my parents could control an element. My mother could control light, while my father could control lightning. But neither of them were too terribly good at it, so when I came along my parents expected me to be the same. When I was old enough to start to truly use my element, they were amazed at how skilled I was. Sure, I was clumsy about it as a child. But I still had incredible talent, and they were most surprised over my ability to form weapons (even though the weapons were not very large or useful at the time). My parents, knowing that a talented untrained witch can harm the people around her, used their knowledge of their talents to help me have better control and use over my fire. They trained me well, and even though they had bit of a limited knowledge. But they knew I needed better training if I were to ever use my talent to its full potential. So they sent me off to Blackwatch when I was 13, and I went to live with a family friend - another hybrid - that was also very talented with his use of his element. He taught me for two years, and I greatly advanced during that time. Now I am a true resident of Blackwatch. Not that I don't go and visit my parents sometimes, because they still care for me a lot, but I call Blackwatch my home.


Quirks:


I have a tendency to subconsciously play with my hands when I am nervous, or I tap my toes if I am sitting down while nervous. I don't always, but I usually do.


Likes:


-The forest


-Other things in nature


-True friends


-True family


-Animals


-Boys


-My weapons


-Messing with people with my fire


Dislikes:


-The dark


-Zombies


-Ghosts


-Paranormal crap


-People demanding respect from me even though they don't give it back


Physical Weakness:


When I produce weapons, it drains my energy. Not too terribly much during just one time, but it does. During an hour stint, I can only produce up to six weapons, not counting my own two knives. Once that is done, I can't produce any more weapons until that one hour is over since the first weapon was made, or once two of the weapons have disappeared, whichever comes first. Otherwise, I could drain my energy levels down to nothing and potentially kill myself. When I just mess around with my elemental fire itself, it takes a lot longer to drain my energy. But directing my energy into making an object that is solid like that, especially when it is being used by someone else, can take a large bite out of my reserves.


Mental Weakness:


I guess that could be my fears. For someone my age, my fears are pretty odd. But they are true, and I can never shake them. Three of my fears are at a tie for being the most frightening. Those three are the dark, zombies, and ghosts. So, basically, anything paranormal. The biggest thing about my fear of the dark is that I begin to...imagine things when I am alone in the dark. Things like zombies or demonic creatures. And when I am in the dark, I cannot - repeat, cannot - have my back to it without freaking out. If I am in the darkness, I will feel a lot better if there isn't an open space behind me. For some reason, I just completely wig out when that happens. My mind starts to generate crazy things, my nerves go on edge, and my mind just can't seem to do anything but instruct my body to run like Hel. Or at least put something in between the darkness and my back. I just cannot seems to function when I am in the dark with nothing at my back. I don't know why I am like that way, but I always have been. The darkness just sets me on an extreme edge. And zombies and ghosts can scare the daylights out of my by just thinking of them, so I'd rather not. My other fears are the deep open ocean and - generic, I know - spiders. Especially the big ones.

 

[kawiibunnygirl]

[QUOTE="1stLt HChurch](I know this is more of a poem, but I absolutely love this poem. And I couldn't think of anything else.)
"Now this is the Law of the Jungle,


As old and as true as the sky.


The wolf that shall keep it may prosper,


But the wolf that shall brake it must die.


As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk,


The Law runneth forward and back.


For the strength of the pack is the wolf,


And the strength of the wolf is the pack."


Name: Neshoba


Age: 16


Gender: Female


Appearance:

My eyes aren't visible in this picture, but they are a deep icey-cobalt blue when they are open.


I also wear armor all the time. The armor is finely crafted, like my gauntlets. It covers my chest from my breastbone to the middle of my abdomen. There was also some on my back that starts around the same area on my back and ends a little higher in an arched shape in the middle of my back. There's also armor on the front, back and sides of my shoulders, and it runs down half way to my elbow on both arms. Down around my waist is a 2 inch wide strip of leather running around the front and back of the area right above my hips. It is able to be modified to hold equipment if need be. There is also armor running from two inches below the base of my thighs to just above the hawks of my legs. On the sides of my thighs, the armor curves up from the straight line in the front. The same goes for the back. The edges of both sides meet around the sides of my hips, so it almost looks like I have little wings on my thighs. But, those higher areas sit very close to my body. All the areas already mentioned are made of tough, thick leather, and dyed the same color as the stones on my gauntlets: cobalt blue. I wear easily flexible but strong fabric under the armor. It helps to connect all my armor pieces together besides my gauntlets, and covers every inch of my body that is visible between and below the parts, along with a few inches coming up around the base of my neck. Along with the space between my shoulder and back/chest armor, a little stretching below my arm armor and leg armor that keeps the movement of the armor a bit more comfortable. All of the fabric is a pitch black color. I do not wear anything on my feet.


Height: 6'1"


Race: Wolf-Human hybrid


Role: Witch/Weapon Summoner


Power:


I can produce bladed weapons made out of elemental fire, and of any color, but they are most often cobalt blue. The weapons are translucent and they glow, plus the edges are deadly sharp. They do not harm the person wielding them, but the person on the receiving end will get a nasty surprise when they are wounded. The blades can inflict nasty wounds, and the fire will actually burn the skin for a moment and made the wound larger. The blades can only be wielded by the person I created them for, with anyone else getting burned if they grab and try to use the weapons. Besides myself, of course, as my armor and myself cannot be harmed by my own fire. And if the designated person drops the weapon it will dissolve into thin air after a minute or so. Along with that, I can also control a cobalt blue fire with my hands. That can both be used as a weapon, and for shits and giggles.


Weapon(s):


I wear a leather gauntlet on each hand, both going from the middle of my forearms to the area where my wrist connects with my palm. Every bit of the leather on my gauntlets is a pitch black color, and sturdy. There are also two thin strips of leather running on both sides of my palm. The strips sit on opposite sides of my middle and wring fingers. It starts as the base of my gauntlets on the top, and ends at the base on the bottom. Sitting over the strips is a thin piece of protective leather that covers the back of my hands. Now, this is where it gets different. There is a cobalt blue, oval stone encrusted into the gauntlets about an inch behind the joint of my wrist on both wrists. To most it appears to just be a regular stone, but those little pieces of the puzzle are what enable me to produce a weapon out of each gauntlet. When I need a weapon, the knives on each wrist will respond to my thoughts (the knife on each hand looks exactly like the energy dagger in the picture below, except with a leather arm band instead, obviously, and a cobalt color). The blades of both hands feel solid, but they technically aren't. They are actually made from my fire, and they glow and flicker a bit like flames. The base of the knives come out of the stone on both wrists, where there is a small risen area and opening. The blades are the exact same color as the cobalt blue stones. The blades, from the bases to the tips, are 15 inches long. I constantly wear these gauntlets, unless I am bathing. The only downfall of these knives is that my energy can be drained to nothing after extensive sessions of use. So, just in case I run into that at any time, I carry a weapon on my right thigh. That weapon is an old Viking narrow long seax, passed down through my family for quite a few generations. The first person didn't find it in any special way; they simply bought it from an old Viking descendant who was in desperate need of money, and was even willing to sell family belongings. The knife has been passed down to the oldest child in each family, and since I am the only child in my family, that would be me. Hence its name, the seax is a long and narrow blade. It is a little longer than my forearm when it is flush to it, and to me, that is perfect. The blade is in a bit of a rough condition, but I try to keep it as nice as possible. The blade didn't have much of a handle when my family bought it, so they fashioned it one out of the end of a Red Deer antler (if you don't know what a Red Deer is, then, good gods, please look it up. In short, it is the European version of an Elk). The handle is as long as my hand. The scabbard for it is, like I said, attached to the outer side of my right thigh, and it is made out of black leather that is a bit thinner than my actual armor. That seax isn't as powerful as my gauntlets, but it at least does the job well when I need it to.


(This is what the fire daggers look like.)

Where you are from:


The forest near Blackwatch, but I live in the outskirts of the city currently.


Weight: 157 lbs.


Personality:


Very quiet and shy most of the time, but I can become very talkative and loud when I am around people I am comfortable with. Especially if I am talking about a subject I love. Along with that, I am very sarcastic and sassy. Its almost as if that is my second language. And, I am only nice and respectful to someone if they are that way back. If not, then I treat them the way they are treating me. I don't care who the person is. That is just how I am.


History:


For the first 13 years of my life, I lived with my parents, who are also Wolf-Human hybrids. They lived in a forest neighboring Blackwatch. Our house was a small shack, but it definitely fit our needs. Now, both of my parents could control an element. My mother could control light, while my father could control lightning. But neither of them were too terribly good at it, so when I came along my parents expected me to be the same. When I was old enough to start to truly use my element, they were amazed at how skilled I was. Sure, I was clumsy about it as a child. But I still had incredible talent, and they were most surprised over my ability to form weapons (even though the weapons were not very large or useful at the time). My parents, knowing that a talented untrained witch can harm the people around her, used their knowledge of their talents to help me have better control and use over my fire. They trained me well, and even though they had bit of a limited knowledge. But they knew I needed better training if I were to ever use my talent to its full potential. So they sent me off to Blackwatch when I was 13, and I went to live with a family friend - another hybrid - that was also very talented with his use of his element. He taught me for two years, and I greatly advanced during that time. Now I am a true resident of Blackwatch. Not that I don't go and visit my parents sometimes, because they still care for me a lot, but I call Blackwatch my home.


Quirks:


I have a tendency to subconsciously play with my hands when I am nervous, or I tap my toes if I am sitting down while nervous. I don't always, but I usually do.


Likes:


-The forest


-Other things in nature


-True friends


-True family


-Animals


-Boys


-My weapons


-Messing with people with my fire


Dislikes:


-The dark


-Zombies


-Ghosts


-Paranormal crap


-People demanding respect from me even though they don't give it back


Physical Weakness:


When I produce weapons, it drains my energy. Not too terribly much during just one time, but it does. During an hour stint, I can only produce up to six weapons, not counting my own two knives. Once that is done, I can't produce any more weapons until that one hour is over since the first weapon was made, or once two of the weapons have disappeared, whichever comes first. Otherwise, I could drain my energy levels down to nothing and potentially kill myself. When I just mess around with my elemental fire itself, it takes a lot longer to drain my energy. But directing my energy into making an object that is solid like that, especially when it is being used by someone else, can take a large bite out of my reserves.


Mental Weakness:


I guess that could be my fears. For someone my age, my fears are pretty odd. But they are true, and I can never shake them. Three of my fears are at a tie for being the most frightening. Those three are the dark, zombies, and ghosts. So, basically, anything paranormal. The biggest thing about my fear of the dark is that I begin to...imagine things when I am alone in the dark. Things like zombies or demonic creatures. And when I am in the dark, I cannot - repeat, cannot - have my back to it without freaking out. If I am in the darkness, I will feel a lot better if there isn't an open space behind me. For some reason, I just completely wig out when that happens. My mind starts to generate crazy things, my nerves go on edge, and my mind just can't seem to do anything but instruct my body to run like Hel. Or at least put something in between the darkness and my back. I just cannot seems to function when I am in the dark with nothing at my back. I don't know why I am like that way, but I always have been. The darkness just sets me on an extreme edge. And zombies and ghosts can scare the daylights out of my by just thinking of them, so I'd rather not. My other fears are the deep open ocean and - generic, I know - spiders. Especially the big ones.

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Accepted

 

[ElBrento]

"History is written by the victor."


Name: Jefferson Tiberius


Age: 20


Gender: Male


Appearance:

Height: 5'8"


Race: Human


Role: Cryokinetic


Power: Cryokinesis (Ice Manipulation in laymans terms.)


Weapon(s):

The lance is 6 ft long from tip to butt. The tip of the lance is usually at room temperature but when the tip gets activated it glows light blue then gets cold enough to where theres a mist that always covers the tip.. The tip can freeze everything it touches instantly and when it's traveling at a high velocity the wind can freeze water and turn it into snow. Geneally when one gets pierced by this lance when the tip is in Frozen mode the only thing you would feel is a slight chill since the blood and nerves freeze so fast theres not enough time for any pain to register. The staff part of the lance is nearly indestructible as it is magically enhanced.


Where you are from: The slums of Blackwatch. Currently a vagrant wanderer.


Weight: 165 lbs


Personality: Just as is powers suggest he has normally cold personality and won't really give a rats ass who you are unless you are actually worth something to him. But when you are worth something to him he will warm up to you and he will care about you.


History: He was born in an alleyway essentially since his parents could not afford to go to a hospital. Both of his parents had Cryokinesis and little Jeff did too only he was a late bloomer with his powers showing up at age 9 in a rather violent way. He flash froze the classroom he was attending and accidentally killed some students without his knowledge. He ended up escaping through the window because the ice made the it brittle and he fell through and ended up in the canal after sliding for a bit he ended up in the sewers. He found out about their deaths when he got home and turned on the news. When his parents figured out what he was capable off they immediately started teaching him to control his powers. Even his parents were stunned at their childs potential as a Cryokinetic. The only problem is that he has too much power and they feared that his powers will overwhelm him and otherwise take his life. After 5 years and a lot of rigorous training they finally suppressed his powers. Controlling it is gonna take a lot longer time. Over the years he manged to pull all sorts of feats with his Ice Powers. On his 18th birthday his father entrusted the family heirloom a lance that can instantly freeze anything it touches for in has been in the family for 3 generations. He began to train under various martial artists in how to fight with the lance so he can defend himself. He still has a lot to learn about how weaponry fighting. 2 years later the government sent assassins to try to wipe out anyone that can use magic. When the assassins came he managed to fight them off and escape but his parents weren't so lucky as they were both killed in the fray. He managed to barely escape with his life and fled to the slums of the city and lay low for a while. Every so often he would visit his old house where his parents are buried in order to pay his respects. He hangs around the slums with 2 years of training under his belt just going around scavenging for food and fending off any would be muggers and thieves.


Quirks: After the attack he got extremely paranoid and if you come up behind him without him noticing he will draw his weapon on you until you identify yourself.


Likes:


-Cold


-Women


-Weaponry


-Food that isn't bitter or spicy


-Soft furry things


-Any drink thats on the rocks


Dislikes:


-Fire (Extreme heat limits his powers)


-Assassins


-Surprises


-spicy and bitter food.


Physical Weakness: only possess enough strength to wield the lance he uses. He is mainly built for speed just in case he needs to get out of a sticky situation. Can't lift anything over 200lbs. There is a limit to how much he can use his power. Even though he has a lot of power it's too much for his body to handle so he must limit to how he uses his powers.


Mental Weakness: Very Paranoid, Hesitates when you mention his parents. Still feels guilty for freezing and killing his classmates when he was 9.


Other: He also has a Falcon named Snow that he uses for scouting purposes.

 

[kawiibunnygirl]

"History is written by the victor."
Name: Jefferson Tiberius


Age: 20


Gender: Male


Appearance:

Height: 5'8"


Race: Human


Role: Wizard


Power: Cryokinesis (Ice Manipulation in laymans terms.)


Weapon(s):

The lance is 6 ft long from tip to butt. The tip of the lance is usually at room temperature but when the tip gets activated it glows light blue then gets cold enough to where theres a mist that always covers the tip.. The tip can freeze everything it touches instantly and when it's traveling at a high velocity the wind can freeze water and turn it into snow. Geneally when one gets pierced by this lance when the tip is in Frozen mode the only thing you would feel is a slight chill since the blood and nerves freeze so fast theres not enough time for any pain to register. The staff part of the lance is nearly indestructible as it is magically enhanced.


Where you are from: The slums of Blackwatch. Currently a vagrant wanderer.


Weight: 165 lbs


Personality: Just as is powers suggest he has normally cold personality and won't really give a rats ass who you are unless you are actually worth something to him. But when you are worth something to him he will warm up to you and he will care about you.


History: He was born in an alleyway essentially since his parents could not afford to go to a hospital. Both of his parents had Cryokinesis and little Jeff did too only he was a late bloomer with his powers showing up at age 9 in a rather violent way. He flash froze the classroom he was attending and accidentally killed some students without his knowledge. He ended up escaping through the window because the ice made the it brittle and he fell through and ended up in the canal after sliding for a bit he ended up in the sewers. He found out about their deaths when he got home and turned on the news. When his parents figured out what he was capable off they immediately started teaching him to control his powers. Even his parents were stunned at their childs potential as a Cryokinetic. The only problem is that he has too much power and they feared that his powers will overwhelm him and otherwise take his life. After 5 years and a lot of rigorous training they finally suppressed his powers. Controlling it is gonna take a lot longer time. Over the years he manged to pull all sorts of feats with his Ice Powers. On his 18th birthday his father entrusted the family heirloom a lance that can instantly freeze anything it touches for in has been in the family for 3 generations. He began to train under various martial artists in how to fight with the lance so he can defend himself. He still has a lot to learn about how weaponry fighting. 2 years later the government sent assassins to try to wipe out anyone that can use magic. When the assassins came he managed to fight them off and escape but his parents weren't so lucky as they were both killed in the fray. He managed to barely escape with his life and fled to the slums of the city and lay low for a while. Every so often he would visit his old house where his parents are buried in order to pay his respects. He hangs around the slums with 2 years of training under his belt just going around scavenging for food and fending off any would be muggers and thieves.


Quirks: After the attack he got extremely paranoid and if you come up behind him without him noticing he will draw his weapon on you until you identify yourself.


Likes:


-Cold


-Women


-Weaponry


-Food that isn't bitter or spicy


-Soft furry things


-Any drink thats on the rocks


Dislikes:


-Fire (Extreme heat limits his powers)


-Assassins


-Surprises


-spicy and bitter food.


Physical Weakness: only possess enough strength to wield the lance he uses. He is mainly built for speed just in case he needs to get out of a sticky situation. Can't lift anything over 200lbs. There is a limit to how much he can use his power. Even though he has a lot of power it's too much for his body to handle so he must limit to how he uses his powers.


Mental Weakness: Very Paranoid, Hesitates when you mention his parents. Still feels guilty for freezing and killing his classmates when he was 9.


Other: He also has a Falcon named Snow that he uses for scouting purposes.

Accepted

 

[Federoff]

so this rp not active?

 

[kawiibunnygirl]

It's getting started once again