Fantasy Faereach City of Magicks (Now Accepting)

[Kihara017]

Ferra

Name: Ferra


Appearance:

Clothes+Facial Appearance

Helmet+Weapons

Weapons include the entire portion of the gauntlet thingies, blades are able to be retracted when not in use.

Boring text portion

Ferra is 4'7 and weighs 80 lbs, a stark contrast to her behemoth guardian Torr. She stores both her helmet and her claws on hooks on Torr's back when not in use.

Species: Vampire


Age: Looks 15, true age unknown.


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Bi-Sexual.


Personality: Ferra has a very childish outlook on life, pretty much everything is an adventure and there is always fun to be had somewhere. Whether that be in the form of beating up the first person to look at them wrong or exploring Faereach and the Enlcave.


Abilities:


Standard fare of being 10x stronger, faster, and more durable than the average human male as well as wound regeneration.


She is extremely dextrous, a master of gymnastics and parkour. She could tic-tac up the side of a tall building if you let her.


She is quite skilled in fire magic and expertly skilled in wielding her blades.


Bio: Not much is known about Ferra. She's aware at some point in her life she had parents, they got killed, and she was turned. But other than that until Torr showed up and saved her from a band of vampire hunters the rest is kind of a blurry grey area. Since Torr saved her she's developed a symbiote-esque relationship with him, often seen riding on his back or being carried by his massive palm. Recently they happened upon Faereach and decided to explore based on Ferras' wishes.


Pet: None


Other: She currently has no where to call home. Her claws and helmet are strapped to hooks on Torr's back for easy access. Shares a telepathic link with Torr.

Torr

Name: Torr


Appearance:

Torr is 7'6 and weighs roughly 355 pounds of mostly pure muscle. He is never seen without his sack over his head, his true appearance is unknown even to Ferra.


Species: Freaky-behemoth-monster-thingy. In other words: A thing.


Age: ?????????


Gender: Male


Sexuality: No interest


Personality:


Torr is very much the strong and silent type, very much against his outward appearance he is not insane in the least. While, he isn't exactly worthy to sit amongst the high class of society, he is actually pretty normal. He is also overly protective of Ferra and would do almost anything for her. He rarely speaks to anyone but Ferra, don't expect him to be a conversationalist.


Abilities:


Torr is strong and durable, probably above that of a dragon. He can punch through steel walls with ease and bench press 18-Wheelers. He is also decently fast. That said, probably not a good idea to stand in front of him if he's running towards you, bad for the health.


He is able to regenerate his wounds to a minor degree, should his skin be pierced by anything.


Fights perfectly in-sync and flawlessly with Ferra


Bio: Much like Ferra, not much of Torr's past is known to anyone, not even himself. He's served and protected many people over the years for various reasons. Recent years he's decided to protect Ferra for reasons mostly unknown to even himself.


Pet: Does Ferra count?


Other: No home, yet. Uses Ferra as a living weapon in a symbiote type relationship. Shares a telepathic link with her.

That Mortal Kombat though xD Accepted

 

[Mitchs98]

That Mortal Kombat though xD Accepted

You, miss, win a cookie. *presents cookie*

 

[kayashirna]

Name: Mamoru

Spoiler

Species: Human


Age: 21


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Pansexual


Personality: Friendly and optimistic, but closed in and introverted. He's calm and simple minded, and doesn't need a lot to make him happy. His reaction time is very slow and if a lot happens at once you might have to stop and explain to him or let him comprehend what just happened. He's laid back and pretty easy going.


Abilities: Mamoru can paint anything and it will come to life. The problem is, he must paint it with his own blood.


Bio: Hal's life has been greatly affected by art, and he began painting at a young age. During this time he was prone to nosebleeds, and began to bleed all over his painting of a vividly colored humming bird. Discouraged, he crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash, but when it left his hand a hummingbird flew it's way out from the crinkles. Ever since then he's been painting up small animals to keep him company and his apartment is adorned in colorful and fantastical creatures.


Pet: He has a small Griffin named Thomas and a black kitten named Kuro that lives in his hood. Anything else usually stays at home.


Other: Insanely ticklish, addicted to Cheetos. Almost always seen with a bag.

 

[xXMiaXx]

Name:


Bee Aruna Calaya


Casual-

Species:


Age:


21


Gender:


Female


Sexuality:


Straight


Personality:


Inovative, irritable, sensetive, Adaptive, Larger-than life, over-all sweet heart.


Abilities:


Bee's abilities are nothing less than average, although with the help of her friend, puppycat she can travel through dimensions and change what she is wearing. Bee's more intersesting abilities wil come in the Rp, for her identity is not truely known by the world it's self.nor her.


Bio:


Bee is a normal 21 year old, her characteristics idolize any other 21 year old, she is quite lazy and very often calls herself a couch potatoe.


Bee works for a filthy rich man who treats her like dirt, whips her if she is not obeying the orders she is given or if there is something wrong with what she's done. Bee and puppycat basically live at the mans buisness palace. Bee stays in the lower floor and she has to climb the 20 flights of stairs with cleaning supplies. Her life is trash until she can finish studdying and go to college.


Pet:


Puppy cat-

Other:

 

[UnwantedTruth]

Name: Samantha Andrews (prefers to be called Sam)


Appearance: Sam has dark brown hair and pink eyes. She has a slim build and stands at 5 feet 5 inches. She has pale white skin.


Species: Cupid


Age: 20


Gender: female


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Personality: Sam is a very happy and bubbly person. While she is charasmatic, she is also very clever. She cares for the well being of all people.


Abilities: She has wings, which means she can fly. She can also summon a celestial sniper rifle, which shoots heart-shaped bullets. The sniper rifle has two modes: Love and Kill. When it's set on Love mode, it doesn't actually hurt anyone. If two people get shot with the same bullet, or two halves of the same bullets (the bullets can be split in two), they fall in love. On Kill mode, it acts like a normal sniper rifle.


Bio: Sam comes from a long line of Cupids. She has spent her whole life doing her very important job: making people fall in love. This job is literally her whole life. She's been doing it since she was six years old.


Pet: nope


Other: She has an app on her iPhone called Cupidpedia, which allows her to take a picture of anyone and find there relationship status, age, and who they're crushing on or in love with.

 

[UnwantedTruth]

Sorry if my cs sucks, I was multitasking while making it.

 

[Retro109]

Give it some more later. That's what I usually do.

 

[UnwantedTruth]

@Kihara017


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[Kihara017]

Name: Mamoru

Spoiler

Species: Human


Age: 21


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Pansexual


Personality: Friendly and optimistic, but closed in and introverted. He's calm and simple minded, and doesn't need a lot to make him happy. His reaction time is very slow and if a lot happens at once you might have to stop and explain to him or let him comprehend what just happened. He's laid back and pretty easy going.


Abilities: Mamoru can paint anything and it will come to life. The problem is, he must paint it with his own blood.


Bio: Hal's life has been greatly affected by art, and he began painting at a young age. During this time he was prone to nosebleeds, and began to bleed all over his painting of a vividly colored humming bird. Discouraged, he crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash, but when it left his hand a hummingbird flew it's way out from the crinkles. Ever since then he's been painting up small animals to keep him company and his apartment is adorned in colorful and fantastical creatures.


Pet: He has a small Griffin named Thomas and a black kitten named Kuro that lives in his hood. Anything else usually stays at home.


Other: Insanely ticklish, addicted to Cheetos. Almost always seen with a bag.

Name:
Bee Aruna Calaya


Casual-

Species:


Age:


21


Gender:


Female


Sexuality:


Straight


Personality:


Inovative, irritable, sensetive, Adaptive, Larger-than life, over-all sweet heart.


Abilities:


Bee's abilities are nothing less than average, although with the help of her friend, puppycat she can travel through dimensions and change what she is wearing. Bee's more intersesting abilities wil come in the Rp, for her identity is not truely known by the world it's self.nor her.


Bio:


Bee is a normal 21 year old, her characteristics idolize any other 21 year old, she is quite lazy and very often calls herself a couch potatoe.


Bee works for a filthy rich man who treats her like dirt, whips her if she is not obeying the orders she is given or if there is something wrong with what she's done. Bee and puppycat basically live at the mans buisness palace. Bee stays in the lower floor and she has to climb the 20 flights of stairs with cleaning supplies. Her life is trash until she can finish studdying and go to college.


Pet:


Puppy cat-

Other:

Name: Samantha Andrews (prefers to be called Sam)
Appearance: Sam has dark brown hair and pink eyes. She has a slim build and stands at 5 feet 5 inches. She has pale white skin.


Species: Cupid


Age: 20


Gender: female


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Personality: Sam is a very happy and bubbly person. While she is charasmatic, she is also very clever. She cares for the well being of all people.


Abilities: She has wings, which means she can fly. She can also summon a celestial sniper rifle, which shoots heart-shaped bullets. The sniper rifle has two modes: Love and Kill. When it's set on Love mode, it doesn't actually hurt anyone. If two people get shot with the same bullet, or two halves of the same bullets (the bullets can be split in two), they fall in love. On Kill mode, it acts like a normal sniper rifle.


Bio: Sam comes from a long line of Cupids. She has spent her whole life doing her very important job: making people fall in love. This job is literally her whole life. She's been doing it since she was six years old.


Pet: nope


Other: She has an app on her iPhone called Cupidpedia, which allows her to take a picture of anyone and find there relationship status, age, and who they're crushing on or in love with.

@Embaga Elder[/URL] I will have to limit what can explode due to a current plot line, if you can't explode it I'll let you know, though i'd recommend refraining from blowing the city to bits xD

 

[The Elder]

Okay understandable @Kihara017

 

[No one92233]

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Species:

Corrupted Undead

Age:

658


(Died in 1357 from black death and has been two years since he has been reanimated)

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:

Divided Mind (I put this here because It's more of a personality thing then an ability) Derek and his personas are constantly fighting for control of their body. Derekhas the most humanity out of the bunch and only is with Kandra Bal Magna because he/she keeps Derek immortal. However he is still a bit selfish and loves a fight but not downright evil and has a chance to become good if his personas were nonexistent. His personas are extremely sadistic and sometimes totally insane. The reason they all want control of the body is not only because they just want to but when they are not they are all trapped in a hellhole.

Abilities:

Self-Sustenance

Reliant Immortality


"As long as Kandra Bal Magna lives I resurrect when I die."

Black Lightning Manipulation

Emotion Manipulation

Organic Manipulation

Bio:

Not much is known about his past other then he died during the black death and was reanimated by Kandra 2 years ago as an experiment.

Other:

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[Dunkenstein]

Name: El Ruidoso de Marad (formerly Oscar Valdez)


Species: Human


Age: 28


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Ladies, please form an orderly queue


Personality: El Ruidoso de Marad is a loud, boisterous man with a penchant for high-flying, showboating activities! He is very personable and always keen to make friends! His emotions and thoughts are always on display, as the idea of deceit repulses him! He is a kind man, always wanting to help everyone equally and bringing the attention of those in need to all around him! He is also a very cheeky man, often flirting with attractive ladies in the lands he visits for El Ruidoso appreciates the beauty of the female form!


Abilities: While he is of ordinary human stock, El Ruidoso de Marad has trained since birth to be the strongest human alive. He is insanely powerful, almost completely tireless, and his body is trained to resist poisons, toxins and disease. Attacks from regular humans bound off him, so mighty is he, and his mind is like a fortress that puts up fierce resistance when invaded.


In addition, El Ruidoso de Marad is a MIGHTY LUCHA WRESTLER! It is truly a noble form of fighting! Similar to western wrestling, Lucha Libre focuses on grapples and throws, but Lucha Libre is significantly more flashy and dramatic. There is less emphasis on power compared to the western style and more on rapid holds and grapples, with particular focus on extreme high-flying moves that require amazing athletic and acrobatic ability, which El Ruidoso possesses in spades. He is also skilled in using the environment as a springboard to launch himself at an opponent. All El Ruidoso needs to do to control a fight is get a grab on you, and once he has you in his grip, you will not escape.


Finally, El Ruidoso has two items that could be considered magical. The first is the mask bound to the face of El Ruidoso de Marad. It is cursed to never be removed unless certain circumstances are met. He must be in a ring, facing down another luchador in honest combat, and he must have lost. Then, only the lucha who has defeated him can remove the mask from El Ruidoso's face. The second is his magical fighting lycra, which prevents all forms of falling damage provided he lands on it, no matter the height. However, his boots are not similarly enchanted, so in order to survive a high fall he needs to land on his knees, crotch or butt. Logically, anything underneath El Ruidoso's impact is going to get seriously, seriously hurt.


Bio: As an orphan growing up in the dirt poor parts of a distant land, Oscar Valdez came to understand the true value of family and friends. The orphanage was his home for many years, and he worked long and hard helping out the staff and his fellow orphans with their day to day chores. One of the staff members was an old wrestler, who instructed young Oscar in the ways of lucha and bestowed upon him his former name of El Ruidoso. However, the other orphanage owners were fickle, and after one particular incident with an undercooked taco El Ruidoso was banished from his home, bound by a magic-wielding Witch Doctor with the Forbidden Mask that could never be removed to remind all of his shame.


Of course, his enemies had not pictured a world outside their borders, and the mask inspired curiosity, not revulsion at the dishonour. He wandered far and wide, helping out wherever he could, defeating bandits with his remarkable strength. The tale of the Masked Man soon spread as a figure of goodwill, the man who will always help when it is needed. Finally, he found himself in Faereach, a bustling metropolis that, to be blunt, confused the hell out of him. He remained here for some time, being boisterous and getting in bar brawls with men that clearly did not like the loud wrestler. Who knows where El Ruidoso de Marad will end up in the future?

 

[Kihara017]

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Species:

Corrupted Undead

Age:

658


(Died in 1357 from black death and has been two years since he has been reanimated)

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:

Divided Mind (I put this here because It's more of a personality thing then an ability) Derek and his personas are constantly fighting for control of their body. Derekhas the most humanity out of the bunch and only is with Kandra Bal Magna because he/she keeps Derek immortal. However he is still a bit selfish and loves a fight but not downright evil and has a chance to become good if his personas were nonexistent. His personas are extremely sadistic and sometimes totally insane. The reason they all want control of the body is not only because they just want to but when they are not they are all trapped in a hellhole.

Abilities:

Self-Sustenance

Reliant Immortality


"As long as Kandra Bal Magna lives I resurrect when I die."

Black Lightning Manipulation

Emotion Manipulation

Bone Manipulation

Bio:

Not much is known about his past other then he died during the black death and was reanimated by Kandra 2 years ago as an experiment.

Other:

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Name: El Ruidoso de Marad (formerly Oscar Valdez)


Species: Human


Age: 28


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Ladies, please form an orderly queue


Personality: El Ruidoso de Marad is a loud, boisterous man with a penchant for high-flying, showboating activities! He is very personable and always keen to make friends! His emotions and thoughts are always on display, as the idea of deceit repulses him! He is a kind man, always wanting to help everyone equally and bringing the attention of those in need to all around him! He is also a very cheeky man, often flirting with attractive ladies in the lands he visits for El Ruidoso appreciates the beauty of the female form!


Abilities: While he is of ordinary human stock, El Ruidoso de Marad has trained since birth to be the strongest human alive. He is insanely powerful, almost completely tireless, and his body is trained to resist poisons, toxins and disease. Attacks from regular humans bound off him, so mighty is he, and his mind is like a fortress that puts up fierce resistance when invaded.


In addition, El Ruidoso de Marad is a MIGHTY LUCHA WRESTLER! It is truly a noble form of fighting! Similar to western wrestling, Lucha Libre focuses on grapples and throws, but Lucha Libre is significantly more flashy and dramatic. There is less emphasis on power compared to the western style and more on rapid holds and grapples, with particular focus on extreme high-flying moves that require amazing athletic and acrobatic ability, which El Ruidoso possesses in spades. He is also skilled in using the environment as a springboard to launch himself at an opponent. All El Ruidoso needs to do to control a fight is get a grab on you, and once he has you in his grip, you will not escape.


Finally, El Ruidoso has two items that could be considered magical. The first is the mask bound to the face of El Ruidoso de Marad. It is cursed to never be removed unless certain circumstances are met. He must be in a ring, facing down another luchador in honest combat, and he must have lost. Then, only the lucha who has defeated him can remove the mask from El Ruidoso's face. The second is his magical fighting lycra, which prevents all forms of falling damage provided he lands on it, no matter the height. However, his boots are not similarly enchanted, so in order to survive a high fall he needs to land on his knees, crotch or butt.


Bio: As an orphan growing up in the dirt poor parts of a distant land, Oscar Valdez came to understand the true value of family and friends. The orphanage was his home for many years, and he worked long and hard helping out the staff and his fellow orphans with their day to day chores. One of the staff members was an old wrestler, who instructed young Oscar in the ways of lucha and bestowed upon him his former name of El Ruidoso. However, the other orphanage owners were fickle, and after one particular incident with an undercooked taco El Ruidoso was banished from his home, bound by a magic-wielding Witch Doctor with the Forbidden Mask that could never be removed to remind all of his shame.


Of course, his enemies had not pictured a world outside their borders, and the mask inspired curiosity, not revulsion at the dishonour. He wandered far and wide, helping out wherever he could, defeating bandits with his remarkable strength. The tale of the Masked Man soon spread as a figure of goodwill, the man who will always help when it is needed. Finally, he found himself in Faereach, a bustling metropolis that, to be blunt, confused the hell out of him. He remained here for some time, being boisterous and getting in bar brawls with men that clearly did not like the loud wrestler. Who knows where El Ruidoso de Marad will end up in the future?

Both Accepted!

 

[EviSaurus]

Name: Nyr Frostbane

Species: Human (Shaman?)


Age: 17.5


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Bisexual


Personality: Calm and collected, unless provoked. Nyr has a fiery temper.


Abilities: Profound healer, affinity towards Earth and Water elements, can slightly control fire and air as well.


Bio: Nyr was separated from her tribe at a young age, having been lost during a thunderstorm. She remembers waking up in a strange building that smelled almost like citrus, but she didn't know how she had gotten there. She realized, very quickly, that she was in a completely different setting than what she was used to. Several months after her arrival, and she was starting to get the hang of things. She just hoped that she could make some friends and get settled in somewhere more permanent than the next bus stop.


Pet: Aquios, her water-earth elemental familiar.


Other: Her only posessions consist of the clothes on her back, her father's ancient bow and quiver, and a small hand-made dagger that she keeps on her person in the leather satchel tied to her hip.

 

[Kihara017]

Name: Nyr Frostbane

Species: Human (Shaman?)


Age: 17.5


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Bisexual


Personality: Calm and collected, unless provoked. Nyr has a fiery temper.


Abilities: Profound healer, affinity towards Earth and Water elements, can slightly control fire and air as well.


Bio: Nyr was separated from her tribe at a young age, having been lost during a thunderstorm. She remembers waking up in a strange building that smelled almost like citrus, but she didn't know how she had gotten there. She realized, very quickly, that she was in a completely different setting than what she was used to. Several months after her arrival, and she was starting to get the hang of things. She just hoped that she could make some friends and get settled in somewhere more permanent than the next bus stop.


Pet: Aquios, her water-earth elemental familiar.


Other: Her only posessions consist of the clothes on her back, her father's ancient bow and quiver, and a small hand-made dagger that she keeps on her person in the leather satchel tied to her hip.

For some reason it won't show me the full cs unless I quote it but anyway Accepted!

 

[EviSaurus]

For some reason it won't show me the full cs unless I quote it but anyway Accepted!

Thank you! Sorry, my browser was being a bit wonky!

 

[pbtenchi]

Name: Ralzanoth Witchheart

Species: Lich


Age: 3417, mentally about 20.


Gender: Male in life, but since his... bits... have rotten away he is technically genderless.


Sexuality: Lost interest upon death.


Personality: Surprisingly cheerful and friendly and not much like how he looks, never judge a book by its cover.


Abilities: Resurrecting the dead, necromancy, making pacts with demons and dark gods... Basic spells.


Bio: Of all the souls in the netherworld, the demon god Yorgoth hand chose him (And a dew others) to cause chaos and spread evil. He was resurrected and given free rein of his body.


Pet: (Optional) Do undead count?


Other: Staff is indestructible and has a mind of its own, keeps him undead. Can repair self by replacing bones but hurts if the bones aren't the exact right shape. Dies if head is crushed or staff betrays him. Very good with a sowing kit (Makes his own clothes.)


Likes: Good company, jokes, pretending hes a normal person everyone in a while, being in control.


Dislikes: Being pestered by demons about his various unfilled contracts, mean people. People claiming his work of necromancy is evil.

 

[pbtenchi]

@Kihara017

 

[Kihara017]

Name: Ralzanoth Witchheart

Species: Lich


Age: 3417, mentally about 20.


Gender: Male in life, but since his... bits... have rotten away he is technically genderless.


Sexuality: Lost interest upon death.


Personality: Surprisingly cheerful and friendly and not much like how he looks, never judge a book by its cover.


Abilities: Resurrecting the dead, necromancy, making pacts with demons and dark gods... Basic spells.


Bio: Of all the souls in the netherworld, the demon god Yorgoth hand chose him (And a dew others) to cause chaos and spread evil. He was resurrected and given free rein of his body.


Pet: (Optional) Do undead count?


Other: Staff is indestructible and has a mind of its own, keeps him undead. Can repair self by replacing bones but hurts if the bones aren't the exact right shape. Dies if head is crushed or staff betrays him. Very good with a sowing kit (Makes his own clothes.)


Likes: Good company, jokes, pretending hes a normal person everyone in a while, being in control.


Dislikes: Being pestered by demons about his various unfilled contracts, mean people. People claiming his work of necromancy is evil.

Hmmm... interesting, Accepted!

 

[SkippyGranola]

Majima Shiro

Species: Human


Age: 24


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Homosexual


Personality: Shiro is a consummate boaster, with a fiery personality to match. If anyone or anything looks to be a suitable challenge for him, Shiro will put his all into besting it. Shiro is proudest of his unarmed skills, and will vehemently refuse to use weapons if he can't help it.


Abilities: Shift: Shiro is capable of teleporting up to fifty feed in any direction at will. Shiro can teleport up to three-hundred fifty pounds alongside him, but it must be touching him to register. Notably, Shiro is not immune to the effects of rapid perspective shifts, and can be disoriented from repeated teleportation.


Demon's Strength: Thanks to a series of dangerous and arcane rituals throughout his young adulthood, Shiro is exponentially stronger than a normal humans. To put it simply, Shiro is sixteen times as strong as a physically-fit male of his age.


Fists of Steel: Separate from this augmentation is another complex ritual that has rendered his arms and hands entirely unbreakable. No amount of force can ever damage Shiro's limbs, regardless of its source or composition. This effect extends from his fingers (fingernails included) to his Trapezius, Teres, and Infra Spinatus. Poisons, magic, blunt force, cutting force, fire, and any other forms of damage are incapable of breaking his arms' skin, bones, muscle, fat or metaphysical arm-analogues.


Magic Tattoos: An explicit requirement for Shiro's strength to work properly is a set of highly-detailed tattoos covering Shiro's entire body. Whenever Shiro exerts himself more than a normal human would, his tattoos glow brightly, and increase in magnitude the more force he exerts.


Bio: Majima Shiro was born to an impoverished family of farmers in a foreign land. Through circumstances outside their control, the Majima family had run afoul of an extensive criminal empire. They quickly gathered up everything they could carry and fled their hometown. Most of Shiro's childhood was spent with his family moving from town to town, taking any jobs that were offered to them and living like vagrants.


As Shiro grew into a bright young teenager, he left his family's side and sought his own fortune. By pure chance, Shiro got in good with a band of travelling monks, who walked the world and fought for personal gain and enlightenment. Shiro spent the next decade of his life training and working with the band, both strengthening his body and expanding his mind. At the age of 22, Shiro had been taught all he could learn with the monks, and was fully inducted into their order, granting him his fantastic powers. Shiro went forth into the world as all of his brothers in the order had done, and eventually found his way to Faereach. Shiro has been living there ever since.


Other: Shiro is living as a vagrant on the city's streets, and has only a pocket full of money to his name.

 

[Kihara017]

Majima Shiro

Species: Human


Age: 24


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Homosexual


Personality: Shiro is a consummate boaster, with a fiery personality to match. If anyone or anything looks to be a suitable challenge for him, Shiro will put his all into besting it. Shiro is proudest of his unarmed skills, and will vehemently refuse to use weapons if he can't help it.


Abilities: Shift: Shiro is capable of teleporting up to fifty feed in any direction at will. Shiro can teleport up to three-hundred fifty pounds alongside him, but it must be touching him to register. Notably, Shiro is not immune to the effects of rapid perspective shifts, and can be disoriented from repeated teleportation.


Demon's Strength: Thanks to a series of dangerous and arcane rituals throughout his young adulthood, Shiro is exponentially stronger than a normal humans. To put it simply, Shiro is sixteen times as strong as a physically-fit male of his age.


Fists of Steel: Separate from this augmentation is another complex ritual that has rendered his arms and hands entirely unbreakable. No amount of force can ever damage Shiro's limbs, regardless of its source or composition. Blades, blunt edges, flames, and even debilitating magic cannot break Shiro's mighty grip.


Magic Tattoos: An explicit requirement for Shiro's strength to work properly is a set of highly-detailed tattoos covering Shiro's entire body. Whenever Shiro exerts himself more than a normal human would, his tattoos glow brightly, and increase in magnitude the more force he exerts.


Bio: Majima Shiro was born to an impoverished family of farmers in a foreign land. Through circumstances outside their control, the Majima family had run afoul of an extensive criminal empire. They quickly gathered up everything they could carry and fled their hometown. Most of Shiro's childhood was spent with his family moving from town to town, taking any jobs that were offered to them and living like vagrants.


As Shiro grew into a bright young teenager, he left his family's side and sought his own fortune. By pure chance, Shiro got in good with a band of travelling monks, who walked the world and fought for personal gain and enlightenment. Shiro spent the next decade of his life training and working with the band, both strengthening his body and expanding his mind. At the age of 22, Shiro had been taught all he could learn with the monks, and was fully inducted into their order, granting him his fantastic powers. Shiro went forth into the world as all of his brothers in the order had done, and eventually found his way to Faereach. Shiro has been living there ever since.


Other: Shiro is living as a vagrant on the city's streets, and has only a pocket full of money to his name.

Accepted!

 

[Sluggodile]

Name: Falcon Jeremiah Witzchev

Differences?: Many. For one, he usually wears a baggy black v-neck and black skinny jeans. Over this, he wears a shin-length, ratty brown overcoat and large, brown, wide-rimmed hat. He also usually sports some black shades to hid his snake eyes. All this is done to conceal his appearance. Along with this, he has a long, brown-scaled tail. Also, all of his scales are the same light colour you see on his skin.


Species: Humasilisk- He's the only of his species, as the only way they can be made is by him mating, or by his father mating with a human. (His father is the Immortal Basilisk- a creature who cannot be killed, only severely damaged, by steel, iron, and fire. The only thing that can kill it is being destroyed on the inside by HOLY magic.) [Humasilisk info: Humasilisk ]


Age: 27


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Heterosexual, but uninterested in relationships.


Personality: He is, in his own words, the embodiment of Nothingness- its emissary to this world. Believing himself to be wholly empty of anything relatively close to emotion, he holds a deadpan expression on his face that'd remind one of the lowest point in their life, when the were so beyond depressed that they could only feel numbness, pouring into their very soul, the emptiness making them as hollow as an abandoned flute. The words that pour from him are cold and remorseless, and are the truth as he sees it. He does not believe in restraint, and will say whatever needs to be said, and whatever he wants to say. His attempts at humor leave people with a hollow hole where their funny bone once was, his sarcastic attitude draining them of humor in instants. Yet, he doesn't force his problems on others- he opts, instead, to bury the pain of the loss of all he ever loved deep within himself, in the hopes it'll be crushed by the overwhelming emptiness within him into a tiny, painless lump. What little he sees worth in this world he protects with an incomparable passion that is so unlike him, it is as if he becomes a new Humasilisk.


Abilities:


Poison Proofed- Like Mykky, he's immune to all forms of poisoning, either from a liquid, solid, gas, or otherwise.


pH Manipulation- He has the ability to use the sacks in the tips of his fingers to alter the pH levels of any liquid, changing it from acidic to basic, or vice-versa, and can even turn things like bleach and hydroflouric acid to water.


Venom- He has an extremely toxic neurovenom in his teeth that destroys nerve endings in the area bit, then proceeds to melt the nerves in the body until it reaches the brain, where it severs its connection to the spinal cord, killing the person. Depending on where bitten, the amount of time until death can range from five minutes to twenty seconds. With no cure available, and no common forms of magic able to cure the poison, the only ways to stop it from killing you are to amputate the bitten area, or to use a needle to remove the poison/suck the poison out.

Spoiler

Thigh or lower- 5+ minutes


Stomach- 2 minutes


Chest- 1 minute (or instantaneously if he bites the heart)


Arms- 1 min. 30 sec.


Low back- 2 min. 30 sec.


Mid back- 1 min. 30 sec.


High back- 1 minute


Neck- 20 seconds.


Head- Nearly instantaneous, as the venom will destroy the nerve endings in the brain, shutting it down






Scales- Humasilisk scales are like steel, and when they're put together into the armor-like skin of Falcon, it's like he's wearing steel plate armor, and since it's mesh, the only way to harm him is to stab him in a soft spot (i.e. eye or mouth). Bullets bounce off of him like rubber bands, not even making a dent in his skin. If, somehow, someone found how his scales run up and down his body, they might be able to get a blade under his scales to actually hurt him. Also, his nails are made out of the same material as his scales, and are pointed like claws, meaning he can cleave/cut through most light armors.


Powerful Muscles- His incredibly strong muscles from years of training with The Master, Hunter, and from being the son of the Immortal Basilisk. He's strong enough to easily lift and throw a small car a considerable distance. Along with this, he can snap bones with relative ease. Plus, his powerful muscles mean he can run faster at a longer amount of time than most, if not all humans can.


Lithe-ness- Along with power, he has flexibility that he uses to try and get in position to bite someone on the neck and begin their death. He can almost do a full 180 degree turn, both with his head and neck, and the rest of his body has the same kind of twisty ability his main body and neck have.


Improved Reaction Time- While he can't catch a bullet out of the air, his reaction time is at least three times as fast as any human's, and he's been known to easily snatch birds, arrows, and other, similar, fast-flying objects out of the air.


Fangs- His fangs can cleave through steel plates, thanks to his immense jaw power, the fact he can unhinge his jaw to give him even more power, and the fact that, if he sticks his fingers in his mouth, he can turn his own saliva into acid, making him able to bite something and make it melt.


Tail- His tail acts like a third appendage with strength enough to crush a man's windpipe in a matter of seconds. Plus, since it's pointed, it can pierce one's heart with ease, smashing the ribs like cold spaghetti.


Vishra - By breaking the barriers within himself created by his father by using Baelgrad's dark power, he's able to unlock a secret power, in which his strength triples, and his scales essentially become nearly invincible, thus meaning the only way to beat him is too run, or use magic on him- which is an issue with this form: he becomes MUCH weaker to magic. Along with this, he grows a second pair of arms out of his shoulders (kinda like Machamp) and he grows two viper heads out of his neck, which work as an extra set of eyes, teeth, fangs, etc. for him. They're semi-sentient, though he's the one who controls them- to a degree. The arms and heads are both deep purple in colour- almost black.


Weapons?: While not amazing at using most weapons, he's excelled in using his katana, Zezze, when hand-to-hand combat is out of the picture, or simply overpowering his foes isn't possible. He's able to coat it in acids, bases, or poisons- whichever are needed for the occasion- in order to make it all the more deadly.






Magic- He's completely unmagical- all his abilities are biological. While he's resistant (technically) to Poison magic, and can't be frozen by his father's glare, he's extremely weak to magical attacks, and weapons that utilize magic. For example, if he were to be sliced by a normal sword, it'd bounce off of him like a stick, but, if that sword was coated in magical fire, he'd be burned extremely, and be in immense pain. He's weakest to Ice and Fire magic the most. You'll see why.


Cold-Blooded- While he is most active at night, that's because he sunbathes in the morning to absorb heat that he stores and uses later. To make it through the cold night, he needs to sunbathe for at least three hours that day, and if he wants to not be sluggish, he has to rest for five. If it's a cloudy day, he'll have to stay inside and rest under a powerful tanning bed to get the same results. (Usually in double the time.) Fire/Ice magic confuses his blood, and can make him have a seizure if the temp's changed from extreme hot to extreme cold, while otherwise it simply disorients him.


Fear- He's deathly afraid of birds, as birds hunt snakes. He hates his name, 'cause he's named after a bird. When fighting winged foes whose wings are feathered, he'll often go after the wings first, as to not distract himself. He's completely fine with bat-like wings. If he were to fight a humanoid bird, who actually looked like a bird, he'd turn tail and run.


Bio:





A long time ago- much longer than Falcon's been along, there lived a young Humasilisk, bright, happy, and full of life. Despite this, he was, inside, quite the unhappy fellow. For, you see, he was born in a human village; his mother having been gravely injured trying to find a place to birth the youngling, died in the barn in which he was born. She was notorious around the village as one who'd kidnap men, women, and even children to feast upon them. However, even she had her reasons for this. For, giving birth to the unholy child of the Basilisk was quite a difficult prospect for the poor human lady, and it was made all the harder by the fact the child's thirst for human blood was present, even as a fetus, and thus forced her to feed upon her fellow man, tears staining her face. At one time, she was a beautiful adventuress, having now been made into something resembling an old hag who, with eyes as dull as a thousand year old shield, trudged on cracked, muddied, wrinkled toes that cracked every time they touched the earth below. Even from within the womb, he was a killer, as every day he grew stronger and closer to birth, she grew weaker, and closer to death. And then the day came, and the first Humasilisk to walk the earth was born.


When the villagers hunted the hag down to the barn, they did not find her body. All they found was a large, black stain, smelling eerily of rust, mixing with the disgusting stench of animal. The babe had taken its first life.


And yet, despite this woman's death, and the disappearance of the child she bore, when a baby appeared at the edge of the village, crying and bawling, they thought nothing of the coincidences. A mistake not even five years later they'd come to regret. In those five years, the baby grew into a toddler, yet unlike all other toddlers, he did not try and bond with others his age, and instead opted to play by himself, or in the wilderness where venomous snakes became his friend instead of his bane. And, by the time he reached his fifth year of age, his bloodlust had once again set in. Tearing through the village with speed and strength thought to be impossible, he tore the people to shreds- leaving not one person alive, not even the elderly couple who rescued him. Then, he fell into a deep slumber so he could digest his meal. This sleep would begin him down a dark, malevolent road, one he could not hope to return from.


In the dark recesses of the young man's dreams a pair of golden eyes bored into his soul- the eyes of his true father: the immortal Basilisk. (Unknown to many, the gaze of the Basilisk does not turn Humasilisks to stone, instead, his gaze does the opposite to them: it makes them much more powerful and much more quick to be under his death-glare.) His hissing whispers spoke of a man who'd assaulted him his whole existence, who'd bore down on him like a great falcon, looking and waiting for the perfect moment to strike him down. In his fear of death, he consummated the first Humasilisk as a way to continue his bloodline, and to ensure his terror would continue long after he was gone. He gave the young man his mission: kill the Hunter and his pupils- leave none behind- and ensure his father's survival, for the Basilisk is immortal by all ways, except by that of fire and steel.


When the young man awoke, he found himself bedridden, being looked over the young man who'd become his brother in the next thirteen years: Melchio, a kind soul with power unimaginable. He grinned, rubbing his hand through the young man's coarse, gold and black hair- striped, like a zebras- and told him his master wanted to see him. Helping him up, and to the door, the young man was quick to throw off Melchio's help, and walk on his own. Every now and again he'd stumble, but he'd always catch himself.


By the time he made it to the master's office, he was alight with sweat, his scales glistening like he'd just hopped out of the shower. The instant he entered, he felt a chill run down his back as he stared at the imposing Master, whose wall was lined with trophies from all kinds of famous beasts: Chimeras, Centaurs, even Dragons were not safe from his hunting blade, which sat above his chair on the wall like an emblem. The young man swallowed, and approached the master, who, in a flash, had the blade at his throat. He knew what he was. He knew why he was here, as did the young man the instant that blade was leveled at his throat. He would've been dead, if not for Melchio, who, in his innocence, pleaded to his master to let the Humasilisk try and redeem himself by training with him and the rest of the pupils. The Master, known as Hunter, scoffed at the idea, but allowed it, stating that if he ever found one of his pupils poisoned or dead at the young man's hands, he'd add his head to his trophy collection.


And yet that never happened. Sure, the young man came close many times to killing his pupils- now his brothers and sisters in training- but either Melchio or Hunter were there, and he found himself unable to kill. Soon enough, he lost the will to kill his fellow trainees, as they became less his prey and more his siblings- his closest being Melchio, as they were rarely seen apart. While he was quite introverted, he found himself to be a spectacular fighter, using his tail (which he'd grown to full length from when he was born to when he awoke by Melchio's side) as one of his greatest weapons, though there was never a clear winner between him and Melchio. Even at their exams, when they were the final two left, they fought for two straight days, before collapsing from exhaustion at the same time: they were evenly matched. His future was bright at his final days at Hunter's dojo, as he was crowned a champion student along with Melchio. But, as life would have it, things just couldn't be good for him. He was never destined to be happy. So, life made sure to remind him of that the night of his graduation.


That night, he was visited by his father in his dreams, and told to kill and eat his new-found family. Physically unable to do otherwise, he was forced to obey his father's will, and killed and devoured all under The Master's tutelage besides Melchio, as he loved him too much to kill him. He even defeated the master, simply using his prowess with hand-to-hand combat as his advantage to take him down. After this, he fled, off to kill all in his path whilst on a murderous power high- including Melchio's village. He only stopped when he reached the Cliff of Byorgs, where he fought, and killed, Melchio; he did so by stabbing him through the heart with his tail, and yanking him off the cliff with him, so that they might die together.


A single instant, and life is reborn into the monster. However, life... cannot be defined as what he is now. A demon brought into this world. A demon brought him out of it. A demon brought him back. His before was nothing but evil, unrequited evil, and a lust for the death of all around him. But, now? His sense of ambition, so skewed by his life in the world beyond this one, is all but gone, and his will is no longer his own. Now, he obeys one: Baelgard - The Demon of Withering. Fitting, for one whose very touch turns flowers to ash, and burns skin worse than any fire could hope to do.


However, when reborn, he discovered that much had passed since his death, but not Melchio. No, the Bane of Basilisk still searched the world for his brother's creator, in the hopes of ending him.


Well, Jeremiah couldn't let that happen, now could he? Alas, his name was no longer Jeremiah. Baelgard, his new master, decided on a much more ironic name. Something that'd haunt him forever for the sins he committed. He would be named after the very thing his father feared.


He would no longer be Jeremiah, Brother Killer.


He'd be Falcon, God Eater.


Pet: No because he'd probably eat it.


Other: Zezze, his katana, is his only weapon besides his body. He can spit a venom/acid mix that can eat through your skin to poison you, but this poison's curable, as once his venom reacts with oxygen it loses its potency.


Themes:






Main Theme: Baptized in Blacklight (Kenna)


Fight Theme: Spectre (Alan Walker)


VISHRA Theme: Breakdown (Gary Clark Jr.) EP Version


Human Theme: Salvation (Citizen Cope)


Overworld Theme: Static (Kenna) [Normal] / Cruel Angel's Thesis (Evangelion OST - Purple Jazz Project [Cover]) [Hectic]

 

[Cockney Harpy]

Name: Byakuro Adamakos

He's 6'2"


Species: Half-Demon


Age: Physically 15, encased in crystal for 3,000 years.


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Pansexual


Personality: To say the least, Byakuro is a loner. He prefers dark corners, away from other people. Even though Byakuro hates talking to other people, after being imprisoned for so long, he loves hearing things that aren't his voice. He especially enjoys "emo", "alternative" music; the modern stuff is trash to him though. Emotionally distant, Byakuro doesn't care if others get hurt.


Abilities:


Super Intelligence: Byakuro possesses an impossible IQ, capable of solving puzzles almost immediately. His strategies are unmatched even by the most gifted of tacticians.


Super Strength: Byakuro is strong enough to match the strongest humans in close combat with ease.


Master Swordsmanship: While he is a genius in general, Byakuro's expertise is especially true in the art of swords.


Immortality: Due to his demonic origins, Byakuro is immortal, and un-aging past reaching adulthood.


Healing Factor: Nothing to brag about, but still noticeably faster than a human's. Byrakuro can regenerate a pinkie, or anything of the similar size in a matter of minutes.


Hellfire: Byakuro can create and manipulate balls of supernatural flame. Because they are supernatural, normal fire-manipulators cannot control the flames produced by Byakuro's power.


Bio: Will RP Out


Other:


Za Deviru and Hizu Maza: Twin katanas, and Byakuro's prized possession. The blades were fashioned from the spines of his dead parents, which Byakuro killed himself. The length of the blade is composed of magic obsidian inlaid into the edged parts of each section of spine. The segments can extend up to three meters. The segments are connected by a magical steel chord. The swords are normally rigid, however can seperate to be used as whips. They constantly regenerate, and are thus virtually unbreakable. While Byakuro likes to keep them in a sheathe, he can actually summon and unsummon them at will- even if he doesn't know where they are.

 

[CHIMNY]

Name: Varkov


Appearance:

Spoiler

The white particles are electrons emitted from his body
Species: Feral goblin troll


Age: 67


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Straight


Personality: Cynical, sarcastic, and has no regard for his safety, Varkov is more focused on his greed than actually living, meaning he does some dangerous and hazardous things. Dark sense of humor along with a cruel mindset.


Abilities: Able to breath fire and other fire bending abilities. Can also control electricity (not as good as fire) and telekinesis and others.


List:


Fire


Lightning


Telekinesis


Fast metabolism and regeneration


Emits particles of all colors, most common being electrons because he is calm. The particles are emitted from his emotional state or when he is using his powers.


Angry - Fire particles


Calm - Electrons


Sad - Acidic drops


Happy/excited - All of the above


Bio: Growing up, Varkov has been bullied a lot, because of it he has become cruel and unforgiving. When he grew older, he got struck by a meteorite that gave him his powers.


Pet: A small but vicious dragon, about the size of a large dog.


Other: 2 katanas he carries in a sheathe on his back, and 2 spiked gauntlets. Varkov lives in a miniature volcano in the emerald enclave.

 

[Kihara017]

Name: Falcon Jeremiah Witzchev

Differences?: Many. For one, he usually wears a baggy black v-neck and black skinny jeans. Over this, he wears a shin-length, ratty brown overcoat and large, brown, wide-rimmed hat. He also usually sports some black shades to hid his snake eyes. All this is done to conceal his appearance. Along with this, he has a long, brown-scaled tail. Also, all of his scales are the same light colour you see on his skin.


Species: Humasilisk- He's the only of his species, as the only way they can be made is by him mating, or by his father mating with a human. (His father is the Immortal Basilisk- a creature who cannot be killed, only severely damaged, by steel, iron, and fire. The only thing that can kill it is being destroyed on the inside by HOLY magic.) [Humasilisk info: Humasilisk ]


Age: 27


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Heterosexual, but uninterested in relationships.


Personality: He is, in his own words, the embodiment of Nothingness- its emissary to this world. Believing himself to be wholly empty of anything relatively close to emotion, he holds a deadpan expression on his face that'd remind one of the lowest point in their life, when the were so beyond depressed that they could only feel numbness, pouring into their very soul, the emptiness making them as hollow as an abandoned flute. The words that pour from him are cold and remorseless, and are the truth as he sees it. He does not believe in restraint, and will say whatever needs to be said, and whatever he wants to say. His attempts at humor leave people with a hollow hole where their funny bone once was, his sarcastic attitude draining them of humor in instants. Yet, he doesn't force his problems on others- he opts, instead, to bury the pain of the loss of all he ever loved deep within himself, in the hopes it'll be crushed by the overwhelming emptiness within him into a tiny, painless lump. What little he sees worth in this world he protects with an incomparable passion that is so unlike him, it is as if he becomes a new Humasilisk.


Abilities:


Poison Proofed- Like Mykky, he's immune to all forms of poisoning, either from a liquid, solid, gas, or otherwise.


pH Manipulation- He has the ability to use the sacks in the tips of his fingers to alter the pH levels of any liquid, changing it from acidic to basic, or vice-versa, and can even turn things like bleach and hydroflouric acid to water.


Venom- He has an extremely toxic neurovenom in his teeth that destroys nerve endings in the area bit, then proceeds to melt the nerves in the body until it reaches the brain, where it severs its connection to the spinal cord, killing the person. Depending on where bitten, the amount of time until death can range from five minutes to twenty seconds. With no cure available, and no common forms of magic able to cure the poison, the only ways to stop it from killing you are to amputate the bitten area, or to use a needle to remove the poison/suck the poison out.

Spoiler

Thigh or lower- 5+ minutes


Stomach- 2 minutes


Chest- 1 minute (or instantaneously if he bites the heart)


Arms- 1 min. 30 sec.


Low back- 2 min. 30 sec.


Mid back- 1 min. 30 sec.


High back- 1 minute


Neck- 20 seconds.


Head- Nearly instantaneous, as the venom will destroy the nerve endings in the brain, shutting it down






Scales- Humasilisk scales are like steel, and when they're put together into the armor-like skin of Falcon, it's like he's wearing steel plate armor, and since it's mesh, the only way to harm him is to stab him in a soft spot (i.e. eye or mouth). Bullets bounce off of him like rubber bands, not even making a dent in his skin. If, somehow, someone found how his scales run up and down his body, they might be able to get a blade under his scales to actually hurt him. Also, his nails are made out of the same material as his scales, and are pointed like claws, meaning he can cleave/cut through most light armors.


Powerful Muscles- His incredibly strong muscles from years of training with The Master, Hunter, and from being the son of the Immortal Basilisk. He's strong enough to easily lift and throw a small car a considerable distance. Along with this, he can snap bones with relative ease. Plus, his powerful muscles mean he can run faster at a longer amount of time than most, if not all humans can.


Lithe-ness- Along with power, he has flexibility that he uses to try and get in position to bite someone on the neck and begin their death. He can almost do a full 180 degree turn, both with his head and neck, and the rest of his body has the same kind of twisty ability his main body and neck have.


Improved Reaction Time- While he can't catch a bullet out of the air, his reaction time is at least three times as fast as any human's, and he's been known to easily snatch birds, arrows, and other, similar, fast-flying objects out of the air.


Fangs- His fangs can cleave through steel plates, thanks to his immense jaw power, the fact he can unhinge his jaw to give him even more power, and the fact that, if he sticks his fingers in his mouth, he can turn his own saliva into acid, making him able to bite something and make it melt.


Tail- His tail acts like a third appendage with strength enough to crush a man's windpipe in a matter of seconds. Plus, since it's pointed, it can pierce one's heart with ease, smashing the ribs like cold spaghetti.


Vishra - By breaking the barriers within himself created by his father by using Baelgrad's dark power, he's able to unlock a secret power, in which his strength triples, and his scales essentially become nearly invincible, thus meaning the only way to beat him is too run, or use magic on him- which is an issue with this form: he becomes MUCH weaker to magic. Along with this, he grows a second pair of arms out of his shoulders (kinda like Machamp) and he grows two viper heads out of his neck, which work as an extra set of eyes, teeth, fangs, etc. for him. They're semi-sentient, though he's the one who controls them- to a degree. The arms and heads are both deep purple in colour- almost black.


Weapons?: While not amazing at using most weapons, he's excelled in using his katana, Zezze, when hand-to-hand combat is out of the picture, or simply overpowering his foes isn't possible. He's able to coat it in acids, bases, or poisons- whichever are needed for the occasion- in order to make it all the more deadly.






Magic- He's completely unmagical- all his abilities are biological. While he's resistant (technically) to Poison magic, and can't be frozen by his father's glare, he's extremely weak to magical attacks, and weapons that utilize magic. For example, if he were to be sliced by a normal sword, it'd bounce off of him like a stick, but, if that sword was coated in magical fire, he'd be burned extremely, and be in immense pain. He's weakest to Ice and Fire magic the most. You'll see why.


Cold-Blooded- While he is most active at night, that's because he sunbathes in the morning to absorb heat that he stores and uses later. To make it through the cold night, he needs to sunbathe for at least three hours that day, and if he wants to not be sluggish, he has to rest for five. If it's a cloudy day, he'll have to stay inside and rest under a powerful tanning bed to get the same results. (Usually in double the time.) Fire/Ice magic confuses his blood, and can make him have a seizure if the temp's changed from extreme hot to extreme cold, while otherwise it simply disorients him.


Fear- He's deathly afraid of birds, as birds hunt snakes. He hates his name, 'cause he's named after a bird. When fighting winged foes whose wings are feathered, he'll often go after the wings first, as to not distract himself. He's completely fine with bat-like wings. If he were to fight a humanoid bird, who actually looked like a bird, he'd turn tail and run.


Bio:





A long time ago- much longer than Falcon's been along, there lived a young Humasilisk, bright, happy, and full of life. Despite this, he was, inside, quite the unhappy fellow. For, you see, he was born in a human village; his mother having been gravely injured trying to find a place to birth the youngling, died in the barn in which he was born. She was notorious around the village as one who'd kidnap men, women, and even children to feast upon them. However, even she had her reasons for this. For, giving birth to the unholy child of the Basilisk was quite a difficult prospect for the poor human lady, and it was made all the harder by the fact the child's thirst for human blood was present, even as a fetus, and thus forced her to feed upon her fellow man, tears staining her face. At one time, she was a beautiful adventuress, having now been made into something resembling an old hag who, with eyes as dull as a thousand year old shield, trudged on cracked, muddied, wrinkled toes that cracked every time they touched the earth below. Even from within the womb, he was a killer, as every day he grew stronger and closer to birth, she grew weaker, and closer to death. And then the day came, and the first Humasilisk to walk the earth was born.


When the villagers hunted the hag down to the barn, they did not find her body. All they found was a large, black stain, smelling eerily of rust, mixing with the disgusting stench of animal. The babe had taken its first life.


And yet, despite this woman's death, and the disappearance of the child she bore, when a baby appeared at the edge of the village, crying and bawling, they thought nothing of the coincidences. A mistake not even five years later they'd come to regret. In those five years, the baby grew into a toddler, yet unlike all other toddlers, he did not try and bond with others his age, and instead opted to play by himself, or in the wilderness where venomous snakes became his friend instead of his bane. And, by the time he reached his fifth year of age, his bloodlust had once again set in. Tearing through the village with speed and strength thought to be impossible, he tore the people to shreds- leaving not one person alive, not even the elderly couple who rescued him. Then, he fell into a deep slumber so he could digest his meal. This sleep would begin him down a dark, malevolent road, one he could not hope to return from.


In the dark recesses of the young man's dreams a pair of golden eyes bored into his soul- the eyes of his true father: the immortal Basilisk. (Unknown to many, the gaze of the Basilisk does not turn Humasilisks to stone, instead, his gaze does the opposite to them: it makes them much more powerful and much more quick to be under his death-glare.) His hissing whispers spoke of a man who'd assaulted him his whole existence, who'd bore down on him like a great falcon, looking and waiting for the perfect moment to strike him down. In his fear of death, he consummated the first Humasilisk as a way to continue his bloodline, and to ensure his terror would continue long after he was gone. He gave the young man his mission: kill the Hunter and his pupils- leave none behind- and ensure his father's survival, for the Basilisk is immortal by all ways, except by that of fire and steel.


When the young man awoke, he found himself bedridden, being looked over the young man who'd become his brother in the next thirteen years: Melchio, a kind soul with power unimaginable. He grinned, rubbing his hand through the young man's coarse, gold and black hair- striped, like a zebras- and told him his master wanted to see him. Helping him up, and to the door, the young man was quick to throw off Melchio's help, and walk on his own. Every now and again he'd stumble, but he'd always catch himself.


By the time he made it to the master's office, he was alight with sweat, his scales glistening like he'd just hopped out of the shower. The instant he entered, he felt a chill run down his back as he stared at the imposing Master, whose wall was lined with trophies from all kinds of famous beasts: Chimeras, Centaurs, even Dragons were not safe from his hunting blade, which sat above his chair on the wall like an emblem. The young man swallowed, and approached the master, who, in a flash, had the blade at his throat. He knew what he was. He knew why he was here, as did the young man the instant that blade was leveled at his throat. He would've been dead, if not for Melchio, who, in his innocence, pleaded to his master to let the Humasilisk try and redeem himself by training with him and the rest of the pupils. The Master, known as Hunter, scoffed at the idea, but allowed it, stating that if he ever found one of his pupils poisoned or dead at the young man's hands, he'd add his head to his trophy collection.


And yet that never happened. Sure, the young man came close many times to killing his pupils- now his brothers and sisters in training- but either Melchio or Hunter were there, and he found himself unable to kill. Soon enough, he lost the will to kill his fellow trainees, as they became less his prey and more his siblings- his closest being Melchio, as they were rarely seen apart. While he was quite introverted, he found himself to be a spectacular fighter, using his tail (which he'd grown to full length from when he was born to when he awoke by Melchio's side) as one of his greatest weapons, though there was never a clear winner between him and Melchio. Even at their exams, when they were the final two left, they fought for two straight days, before collapsing from exhaustion at the same time: they were evenly matched. His future was bright at his final days at Hunter's dojo, as he was crowned a champion student along with Melchio. But, as life would have it, things just couldn't be good for him. He was never destined to be happy. So, life made sure to remind him of that the night of his graduation.


That night, he was visited by his father in his dreams, and told to kill and eat his new-found family. Physically unable to do otherwise, he was forced to obey his father's will, and killed and devoured all under The Master's tutelage besides Melchio, as he loved him too much to kill him. He even defeated the master, simply using his prowess with hand-to-hand combat as his advantage to take him down. After this, he fled, off to kill all in his path whilst on a murderous power high- including Melchio's village. He only stopped when he reached the Cliff of Byorgs, where he fought, and killed, Melchio; he did so by stabbing him through the heart with his tail, and yanking him off the cliff with him, so that they might die together.


A single instant, and life is reborn into the monster. However, life... cannot be defined as what he is now. A demon brought into this world. A demon brought him out of it. A demon brought him back. His before was nothing but evil, unrequited evil, and a lust for the death of all around him. But, now? His sense of ambition, so skewed by his life in the world beyond this one, is all but gone, and his will is no longer his own. Now, he obeys one: Baelgard - The Demon of Withering. Fitting, for one whose very touch turns flowers to ash, and burns skin worse than any fire could hope to do.


However, when reborn, he discovered that much had passed since his death, but not Melchio. No, the Bane of Basilisk still searched the world for his brother's creator, in the hopes of ending him.


Well, Jeremiah couldn't let that happen, now could he? Alas, his name was no longer Jeremiah. Baelgard, his new master, decided on a much more ironic name. Something that'd haunt him forever for the sins he committed. He would be named after the very thing his father feared.


He would no longer be Jeremiah, Brother Killer.


He'd be Falcon, God Eater.


Pet: No because he'd probably eat it.


Other: Zezze, his katana, is his only weapon besides his body. He can spit a venom/acid mix that can eat through your skin to poison you, but this poison's curable, as once his venom reacts with oxygen it loses its potency.


Themes:






Main Theme: Victorious (Panic! at the Disco)


Fight Theme: Spectre (Alan Walker)


VISHRA Theme: Breakdown (Gary Clark Jr.) EP Version


Human Theme: Salvation (Citizen Cope)


Overworld Theme: Soul (Gary Clark Jr.) LP Version [Normal] / Cruel Angel's Thesis (Evangelion OST - Purple Jazz Project [Cover]) [Hectic]

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Species: Feral goblin troll


Age: 67


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Straight


Personality: Cynical, sarcastic, and has no regard for his safety, Varkov is more focused on his greed than actually living, meaning he does some dangerous and hazardous things. Dark sense of humor along with a cruel mindset.


Abilities: Able to breath fire and other fire bending abilities. Can also control electricity (not as good as fire) and telekinesis and others.


List:


Fire


Lightning


Telekinesis


Fast metabolism and regeneration


Emits particles of all colors, most common being electrons because he is calm. The particles are emitted from his emotional state or when he is using his powers.


Angry - Fire particles


Calm - Electrons


Sad - Acidic drops


Happy/excited - All of the above


Bio: Growing up, Varkov has been bullied a lot, because of it he has become cruel and unforgiving. When he grew older, he got struck by a meteorite that gave him his powers.


Pet: A small but vicious dragon, about the size of a large dog.


Other: 2 katanas he carries in a sheathe on his back, and 2 spiked gauntlets. Varkov lives in a miniature volcano in the emerald enclave.