Heroes and Nightmares

[ElBrento]

Name: Nicolas Romero


Age: 20


Hero or Living Nightmare: Hero


Appearance:

Species and Powers (Or weapons): Elemental Fire user who is a prodigy at weapon combat and hand-to-hand combat. He has a katana but he prefers to use it as a last resort due to the weapons extreme power. The main points of his powers is that he can make weapons and armor from fire and can fly for about 20 mins on full charge. He's still unlocking possibilities of his fire powers and constantly creating new ways to use it.


Backstory: Born and raised in an family with a long warrior history he was no stranger to weapons for his father owned a dojo where he would train people in using various handheld weapons you name it it's in the dojo somewhere. But one day when he was 8 on his way home from school he witnessed a battle between a fire katana wielding hero and a living nightmare. He was watching it from a balcony but one attack seemed to mortally wound the hero and he crashed into the supports of the balcony little Nicolas was watching . Before the hero died he blasted him with a blast of fire but what he didn't know is that he was transferring his powers to the young boy in hopes that he will carry on his work. Just as the living nightmare was about to kill him. Out of fear he grabbed the fallen heroes katana and sliced the living nightmare from his waist and the building behind it and the battle was over and he slipped away with the katana. Since then he's had fire powers and is exploring it's various uses to which his young and vivid imagination can only think of. Shortly after the incident there were reports of a the rare Elemental Spirit Tiger seen in the area to which he decided to investigate against his parents wishes. After a while he found the Tiger where he found out he was a Fire Elemental and he was injured after poachers tried to kill it. When the poachers came to claim their prize he drove them off with his powers. His parents were stunned that came home riding a Tiger coated in flames. Now Toyz the Tiger and Nick do everything together from fighting nightmares to eating and sleeping on the couch. Now he works alone with Toyz by his side getting contracts to kill living nightmares. Which is his only source of income.


Personality: He has a very volatile personality. Which is a combination of his impatience, creativity and insanity. He is actually quite knowledgeable in many fields mainly mechanics. He can be very charming and seems to get along with women nicely. He is an honest person and doesn't sugarcoat things too well which also makes hims trustworthy too. Is known for getting lost in the battle and after the fight he realizes he's destroyed a good portion of the fighting area which is greatly magnified when he uses his katana. One last thing he is very brash and more of ready fire aim kind of guy. Prefers to play with his opponent in a fight and gets quite a kick out of it.


Likes: Fighting,Women, Mechanics, furry animals.


Dislikes: The shadows because the living nightmare that almost killed him controlled shadows.


Weakness: Shadows, water


Quirks: Is probably missing a couple marbles and likes to think out of the box. Can be a bit sadistic.


Other: Has a Fire Elemental Tiger named Toyz


Theme song: [media]





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[1stLt HChurch]

Name: Astrid


Age: 18


Hero or Living Nightmare: Hero


Appearance:

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


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 hocks 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 side. 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 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.


Species: Wolf/Human Hybrid


Powers: Heightened senses (such as smell, hearing, and sight), and increased agility and speed at certain times.


Weapons: A few years back, an old Mage that was a family friend was nice enough to make me a set of weapons of my choice. Enchanted weapons, to be exact.


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 either side of my middle finger on both hands. It starts at 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. The mage encrusted a cobalt blue, oval stone 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 my weapons to be enchanted. 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 cobalt color blades). The blades of both hands feel solid, but they really aren't. In fact, they are almost like smoke, but the smoke can mold and harden itself for this purpose only. And it is also deadly sharp on the two outside edges. 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 with runes and writing running along the whole blade. It was passed down through my family for quite a few generations. The first person to own it 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 long 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 and sharp 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.

Backstory: My family has lived in the forest for dozens of generations, in a small community of other Wolf hybrids. I didn't venture into the main town much, and life in the pack is outdated by just a few years. Ya know, just a few. But, I like living this way, near nature and my own kind. It is very peaceful, quiet, and nice. But, I do come into town to do my duty as a Hero. Many people look at me funny because of my species and attire, but I don't care. This is who I am and what I do.


The main reason why I venture out of my town to defend with the Heroes, is because I have a personal vendetta with the Living Nightmares. A few years back, a group of those little rats attacked my village just for shits and giggles. I was only 14 at the time - and without my armor or weapons, as I hadn't acquired them yet - so I couldn't fight, even though I wanted to badly. No one attacks my friends and family without getting a butt whooping from me. But, I was whisked away to the house of the village Alpha, who had a hiding place for the children. While there, I reluctantly sat there and waited for the fight to be over, while both of my parents and other members of the village fought the attack.


Eventually, after hours of listening to the sounds of battle, us children were finally told that it was over. And that we had one...at a cost. Yes, the Living Nightmare band fled, but they left a trail of destruction behind them. Pack members of all ages lay around the village, dead or wounded. There were even the bodies of children who hadn't made to the safe house in time, and had been slaughtered because of how easily they could be killed. The other variety of bodies were the warriors, fighting in the battle. They had gashes and cuts all over their bodies, as most chose to never wear armor when in battle. Armor was a rare thing around here. Then, as I was stumbling through the village with the rest of the children, my eyes fall on the most devastating scene in my life: my father, decapitated. Then I find my mother a few yards away, the sharp little cause of her death still protruding from her heart.


After witnessing that, my mind didn't cooperate with my body. My brain told me to stay still and strong, saving the tears for later. But my body wanted to instead run. Run away from the bloody scene. It didn't know where, but away. So, since my body is larger than my mind, it won out on the fight, and away I went. I sprinted into the trees surrounding the small village, into the looming night. Because the darkness seemed a lot friendlier than anything in that scene behind me. I sprinted for a few minutes, not tiring at all. Then, sometime after, my foot caught on an object, like a root or rock. The fall didn't effect me much, but I didn't get up and continue. I just curled up in the dirt, crying and spitting and sobbing. I couldn't stop it. It all just...came. And from the moment that I saw my parents to the moment I fell, I was working on adrenaline through the daze I was in. I both knew what I was doing, but felt as if it was and wasn't me performing it. It was all just...happening. Its like that moment when you jump to the other side of a room in a split second when an otherwise friendly dog bites at your hand in a suddenly aggressive manner (yes, that has happened to me with my dog. Except I sprinted to the other side of the freaking house in a split second). You don't realise you practically sprinted away it until it is done. Then everything catches up, and you just can't hold it in any longer.


I laid there like that for what felt like hours, sobbing and crying, even though I knew it wasn't nearly that long. Especially since I distantly heard surviving members of the village chasing after me the whole time I was fleeing. When they found me, they tried to pick me up off the ground. But the moment they touched me, I sprang up and away from their grasps. I landed in a crouch, growling and bearing my teeth the whole time. I don't know why I did it, but I certainly remember it; its another one of those sudden responses you don't realise you do. I sat like that for a good while, swatting at every attempt they made to comfort me. They fervently tried to console me, but to no avail. Eventually, they just left, and let me cool down on my own. I watched them leave, still growling and pissed off for no reason. Then I eventually eased out of the defensive stance, and crawled onto the roots of a big tree, where I collapsed. Soon, I fell into an exhausted slumber.


I woke late the next day, and after mulling around a bit, I decided I should make my way back to my village. I am hesitant, but I know I should. I've had my sorrow, and I know my parents would want me to continue on with life even though I feel like the dredges of this earth.


When I made it back to my village, some people ignored me, and some people actually saw me. Since my parents had died, I didn't have many true family members in the village anymore, besides maybe a few cousins. But they were already grown with families of their own, and they didn't have much to do with me. Instead, a couple of my parents friends came to comfort me as I ducked to my house. Their names were Enapay and Legacy, a new husband and wive. They talked to me to try and comfort me, and told me that my parents at least died as warriors. They also told me that I am not the only orphan in the village, as some children also lost both of their parents. The only difference is that I knew the parents that died, and both sets had three children only a little younger than me. So those siblings had each other to mourn with, while I had no siblings to speak of. But, I didn't wine or cry. After my parents' friends got done talking to me, I just tried to stay to stay positive about it. It was hard, especially for the next month or so since I had to live alone, but I dealt with it.


For the first few months afterward, I did nothing to avenge my parents' deaths. And honestly, I didn't know how. All the children of my village live a pretty sheltered life, and I only found out the name of the Living Nightmare group a year after. I also hadn't heard much about the Heroes group, so I didn't think about joining them. But one day while I had ventured into town on my own, I heard talk about the Heroes, and decided to investigate. After doing so, I pledged that I would join that group the second I could, so I could train and fight the demons that murdered my parents. And I eventually did.


Shortly after I joined, I acquired my custom gauntlets and armor. I could make my armor stronger or more up-to-date, but I have always lived a in older times because of my village. This armor makes me feel the most comfortable.


Personality: Since my parents have died, I have naturally been a quiet person that keeps to myself. I have also grown to be quite sarcastic and sassy. But if you show me kindness and respect, I will gladly show it back. I will also show you trust and loyalty if you also give it to me. I always like talking, too, especially if it is too a nice person, or if it is someone I love or trust, or if it is a subject I love or know a lot about. But, make me mad enough about anything, and you will hear it from me. After that, it will be extremely hard for me to like and trust you again. Just a warning.


And, as a last note: if you don't respect me, I will not respect you. I only show respect to the people that also respect me, regardless of age or who you are to me. If you disrespect me, then I definitely will do the same to you. I will not accept being walked on. Ever.


Likes: the forest, nature, family, protection, my weapons


Dislikes: death, darkness, paranormal activity, backstabbers, know-it-alls, the Living Nightmares


Weakness: I have a bit of a phobia of the dark. Don't ask why, but I do. I also have a bad tendency to over think things at the wrong times, and that slows me down when I am fighting.


Quirks: When I am nervous, I twitch his hands or feet a lot. Also, for some reason, since the night of my parents' deaths, I don't like it when people touch me. I don't mind if someone I love or trust does, but anyone else sets me on a sharp, deadly edge. If someone accidentally bumps into me, it doesn't really bother me either, but if someone does it on purpose, I go off.


Theme song: [media]



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(This song explains how my character has lived a pretty quite life for most of it, so then she didn't know about the Living Nightmares and their horrendous acts for much of her life. But she found out about them in a sudden and awful way.


She will avenge her parents at all costs, no matter what. And she will slaughter any Living Nightmare leaches she finds. Every moment will be a joy to her.)


(Please, please tell me if I need to change anything.)

 

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All are accepted ^.^

 

[1stLt HChurch]

So, can I just post in the rp whenever?

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Sorry for not being on recently, school chaos has been more chaotic than expected. Feel free to control my character as I won't be able to be on until sunday afternoon GMT most likely. Apologies again, things should calm down with school soon...

I don't mind waiting, take your time School can be a pain eh?