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Immortal Character Sheet:
Example:
Name: Richard H. Wallace
Nickname: John R. Smith, Big J
Age: I can pass as anywhere between 20 to 30 years old but I'm actually over 600 years old, born on December 16, 1397.
Gender: Male
Height: I stand at an even 6 foot and 2 inches tall.
Weight: Last time I stepped on a scale I weighed in at 198 pounds.
Appearance:
Appearance Notes: I tend to avoid wearing anything that might stand out too much; I like to stick to more neutral colors like various shades of grey, white, dark blue, and dark green. I am just as comfortable in a shirt, shorts, and flip flops and I am in a suit and tie.
Personal Item(s): The only thing that I keep from my distant past was a small stone knight, chiseled by hand for the collection of a child ages ago. Aside from the usual leather wallet, keys, and my cheap Nokia flip phone, I own and live in a fairly upper class loft apartment in New York City; I own the bar the Willy Nilly and occasionally work there; and I drive around in either one of two vehicles, my classic all black 1969 Ford Shelby GT500 Mustang or my black, silver, and gold BMW S1000RR motorcycle. A knight must always have his castle and his steed.
Personality: When it comes to social situations, I excel at adapting to the mood of the room and just melting into the conversations. I am neither a wallflower nor a person who strives to be the center of attention. Over the years, I've developed an innate sense of knowing when to speak and when to stay quiet. I can get along fairly easily with almost any personality.
When it comes to women and things of a romantic nature, I learned the hard way that being Immortal has its downside in that regard. It took me the better part of 2 centuries to learn and get over the idea that finding "the one" was something that I just was not destined to accomplish. It always sounded good, in theory, to fall in love with a woman and stay by her side even as she grew old; it held a strong appeal to my human nature in the earlier years of my existence but the actual practice of it proved to be impossible. Things always ended in disaster until I finally made my mind up to just give up on it; I haven't had a "long term" relationship for almost 4 centuries now. My "romantic" relationships with women now days consists of either dinner and a one night stand, or meeting them at a bar or some other social function followed by a one night stand; the only thing that remains consistent is that I avoid all contact with them afterwards or give them an excuse that'll help them move on more easily. I may be an Immortal but I am also a man; there is a part of me that longs for more than just the comforts of a warm embrace and passions of the night, but that part has long been buried under a mountain of guilt and pain.
When it comes to making the tough decisions, such as the choice between sacrificing a few in order to save the majority, some people would consider me to be cold and calculating, almost ruthless and heartless. However, they do not have the benefit of centuries of personally making the wrong decisions and could not possible understand how my mind works when it comes to such things; I have learned that it is foolish to think that I can always save everyone, all that does is cloud your judgement at the worst of times, some things always demand a sacrifice whether we like it or not. I just do my best to make sure that the sacrifice is never made in vain.
Of course, there is still a lot more to me than just these few things that I wrote down; but I'll leave that to you to discover for yourself.
Current Occupation: I am a lecturer for a course on Ancient Mythology at Columbia University, my lectures are always at 1:00-2:30 PM every Tuesday and Thursday. I also am the owner of the bar, the Willy-Nilly, located near the campus of Columbia University.
Hometown: I was born in a small village that was once just a walk away from London, it has since long been absorbed into the city of London as it expanded over the years.
History: (I had a pretty detailed history typed out and ready to go, then my computer died and I lost it all. I don't really want to try to recall everything again so I'll keep this shorter than usual.)
What kind of life has a 600 year old man lived? I don't care to go into every single minute detail about my life so I'll give you the short of it.
I grew up in an era of Kings, a time when every boy dreamed of becoming the next great Knight. If you weren't born into wealth and power, the only thing that mattered was your own physical might, for only through proving yourself worthy in battle would you be able to obtain all of your wildest dreams. I was born to the life of a farmer but desired far more than that. I eventually enlisted to be a foot soldier in the army of our liege lord along with my friends when I reached 21 years of age. Though I didn't remember it for quite a while, that was the same night that the most beautiful woman in the world spoke to me at the bar.
After that, I soon married my best friend's sister, Bethany, and continued with my career as a soldier. My wife bore me 5 beautiful children: James, Elizabeth, Eric, Michael, and Bella the youngest. It didn't take me long to prove my worth in battle and I was eventually given land and a title as a minor lord. All the while my family grew up around me and my wife grew older, yet I stayed the same. It took about 15 years until I could no longer use the excuse of having good blood from my parents as my reason for never growing old along with my already graying wife. Now that I think of it, it was almost a bit of a mercy when I lost my family to remnants of the Plague in the following years. It was on the morning when I set fire to my own home, the usual treatment in order to cleanse the Plague from the land, that I met and killed my first Demon.
Even with the heat of the inferno beating on my face, I can recall feeling a cold chill pass from the back of my neck and down my spine; something forced me to take my eyes away from the fire and turn around, resting them upon a tall figure that stood watching from the road. His face was shrouded, hidden within the hood of his cloak, but I could see a pair of eyes, darker than the darkest night, peering right through me. The man's mouth formed a facial expression that I assumed was a smile; it gave me the same impression as a rabid dog baring its teeth. Without warning, the figure began swelling at an impossible rate; the last thing I remember was what felt like a raging inferno beneath my skin as my world suddenly bursted into a brilliant white light. When I finally came to, I was standing in the middle of the street, covered in black gore with my horse torn into pieces and my possessions scattered all around me.
I suddenly became aware of who I was; I was the Immortal Mikhael.
My life from then on became a blur.
I loved again, many times, until I learned to love no more.
I killed a countless number of humans as a soldier through thousands of battles waged between Men.
Periodically, I would go on journeys to find and eliminate any threats from Doom. I often found myself trapped in seemingly hopeless situations and but I always found a way to come out on top through sheer power, relentlessness, and the strength of my will combined with my infinite pool of knowledge and experience to draw from.
Over the centuries, I amassed more money than I know what to do with.
I've helped directly, and indirectly, improve the scientific knowledge and technological advancement of human kind; though there are some things that I wish I could have kept hidden.
For the past decade or so, I have been living a much quieter life in the melting pot of the world, New York City.
However, these times will not last, I can hear the drums of Doom beating from the other side of the veil. I can feel the terrible emptiness of Doom leaking through; it was only a matter of time until the veil tore completely open and unleashed the hordes of death and destruction upon Earth.
The Immortal Within: Mikhael or better known in Christianity by the name of Michael, the Archangel.
The "God Particle": My "God Particle" grants me physical strength and speed that transcends that of any normal Immortal abilities; it fuses with every single cell in my body and generates an armor of what looks like pure energy to shield me from any physical harm. It also forges a blade of energy that extends from my hands and is capable of cutting through any material. I can manipulate this field of pure energy to suit my purposes but the more I expand it, the weaker it gets. It is strongest when I use it to encase myself, or any single person, in its protective barrier. I simply call it the "Armor of God" and "Sword of God".
However, as human technology has advanced over the years, so have my abilities. I've learned to condense my destructive power and fuse it into bullets which I can fire into the enemy. I've also learned how to instantaneously create partial shields instead of always having to maintain a full suit of armor; I've perfected my efficiency over hundreds of years of practice and through some trial and error. However, I always have to don my original form when facing truly powerful creatures such as the Baelwroths.
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- Things to keep in mind for Immortals: You are not yet aware of the fact that you actually are an Immortal. The only one who is aware of it and has full access to it at the beginning of the RP will be the character played by me, Richard H. Wallace or currently known as John R. Smith. All other Immortals are currently just normal people with normal lives. The RP will start with you being drawn to New York City through your subconscious mind by the call from Richard (Mikhael). Also, once made aware of it, your character shouldn't be immediately all-powerful. There should be growing pains or an internal struggle between your current human mind/personality vs your Immortal self.
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1. Lenina Rowe - Icarus
2. Piper Octvious - Bloom James
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1. John R. Smith (Richard H. Wallace) - Dark_Matter
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Nickname: (If applicable)
Age:
Gender: (Male/Female)
Height:
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History: (The basic history of your character. What helped mold your character into the person that he/she currently is? The great influences in their lives? Parents? Friends? No need to write a book but you still need to divulge a sufficient amount of information in order to explain why your character is the way she/he is.)
Example:
Name: Richard H. Wallace
Nickname: John R. Smith, Big J
Age: I can pass as anywhere between 20 to 30 years old but I'm actually over 600 years old, born on December 16, 1397.
Gender: Male
Height: I stand at an even 6 foot and 2 inches tall.
Weight: Last time I stepped on a scale I weighed in at 198 pounds.
Appearance:
Appearance Notes: I tend to avoid wearing anything that might stand out too much; I like to stick to more neutral colors like various shades of grey, white, dark blue, and dark green. I am just as comfortable in a shirt, shorts, and flip flops and I am in a suit and tie.
Personal Item(s): The only thing that I keep from my distant past was a small stone knight, chiseled by hand for the collection of a child ages ago. Aside from the usual leather wallet, keys, and my cheap Nokia flip phone, I own and live in a fairly upper class loft apartment in New York City; I own the bar the Willy Nilly and occasionally work there; and I drive around in either one of two vehicles, my classic all black 1969 Ford Shelby GT500 Mustang or my black, silver, and gold BMW S1000RR motorcycle. A knight must always have his castle and his steed.
Personality: When it comes to social situations, I excel at adapting to the mood of the room and just melting into the conversations. I am neither a wallflower nor a person who strives to be the center of attention. Over the years, I've developed an innate sense of knowing when to speak and when to stay quiet. I can get along fairly easily with almost any personality.
When it comes to women and things of a romantic nature, I learned the hard way that being Immortal has its downside in that regard. It took me the better part of 2 centuries to learn and get over the idea that finding "the one" was something that I just was not destined to accomplish. It always sounded good, in theory, to fall in love with a woman and stay by her side even as she grew old; it held a strong appeal to my human nature in the earlier years of my existence but the actual practice of it proved to be impossible. Things always ended in disaster until I finally made my mind up to just give up on it; I haven't had a "long term" relationship for almost 4 centuries now. My "romantic" relationships with women now days consists of either dinner and a one night stand, or meeting them at a bar or some other social function followed by a one night stand; the only thing that remains consistent is that I avoid all contact with them afterwards or give them an excuse that'll help them move on more easily. I may be an Immortal but I am also a man; there is a part of me that longs for more than just the comforts of a warm embrace and passions of the night, but that part has long been buried under a mountain of guilt and pain.
When it comes to making the tough decisions, such as the choice between sacrificing a few in order to save the majority, some people would consider me to be cold and calculating, almost ruthless and heartless. However, they do not have the benefit of centuries of personally making the wrong decisions and could not possible understand how my mind works when it comes to such things; I have learned that it is foolish to think that I can always save everyone, all that does is cloud your judgement at the worst of times, some things always demand a sacrifice whether we like it or not. I just do my best to make sure that the sacrifice is never made in vain.
Of course, there is still a lot more to me than just these few things that I wrote down; but I'll leave that to you to discover for yourself.
Current Occupation: I am a lecturer for a course on Ancient Mythology at Columbia University, my lectures are always at 1:00-2:30 PM every Tuesday and Thursday. I also am the owner of the bar, the Willy-Nilly, located near the campus of Columbia University.
Hometown: I was born in a small village that was once just a walk away from London, it has since long been absorbed into the city of London as it expanded over the years.
History: (I had a pretty detailed history typed out and ready to go, then my computer died and I lost it all. I don't really want to try to recall everything again so I'll keep this shorter than usual.)
What kind of life has a 600 year old man lived? I don't care to go into every single minute detail about my life so I'll give you the short of it.
I grew up in an era of Kings, a time when every boy dreamed of becoming the next great Knight. If you weren't born into wealth and power, the only thing that mattered was your own physical might, for only through proving yourself worthy in battle would you be able to obtain all of your wildest dreams. I was born to the life of a farmer but desired far more than that. I eventually enlisted to be a foot soldier in the army of our liege lord along with my friends when I reached 21 years of age. Though I didn't remember it for quite a while, that was the same night that the most beautiful woman in the world spoke to me at the bar.
After that, I soon married my best friend's sister, Bethany, and continued with my career as a soldier. My wife bore me 5 beautiful children: James, Elizabeth, Eric, Michael, and Bella the youngest. It didn't take me long to prove my worth in battle and I was eventually given land and a title as a minor lord. All the while my family grew up around me and my wife grew older, yet I stayed the same. It took about 15 years until I could no longer use the excuse of having good blood from my parents as my reason for never growing old along with my already graying wife. Now that I think of it, it was almost a bit of a mercy when I lost my family to remnants of the Plague in the following years. It was on the morning when I set fire to my own home, the usual treatment in order to cleanse the Plague from the land, that I met and killed my first Demon.
Even with the heat of the inferno beating on my face, I can recall feeling a cold chill pass from the back of my neck and down my spine; something forced me to take my eyes away from the fire and turn around, resting them upon a tall figure that stood watching from the road. His face was shrouded, hidden within the hood of his cloak, but I could see a pair of eyes, darker than the darkest night, peering right through me. The man's mouth formed a facial expression that I assumed was a smile; it gave me the same impression as a rabid dog baring its teeth. Without warning, the figure began swelling at an impossible rate; the last thing I remember was what felt like a raging inferno beneath my skin as my world suddenly bursted into a brilliant white light. When I finally came to, I was standing in the middle of the street, covered in black gore with my horse torn into pieces and my possessions scattered all around me.
I suddenly became aware of who I was; I was the Immortal Mikhael.
My life from then on became a blur.
I loved again, many times, until I learned to love no more.
I killed a countless number of humans as a soldier through thousands of battles waged between Men.
Periodically, I would go on journeys to find and eliminate any threats from Doom. I often found myself trapped in seemingly hopeless situations and but I always found a way to come out on top through sheer power, relentlessness, and the strength of my will combined with my infinite pool of knowledge and experience to draw from.
Over the centuries, I amassed more money than I know what to do with.
I've helped directly, and indirectly, improve the scientific knowledge and technological advancement of human kind; though there are some things that I wish I could have kept hidden.
For the past decade or so, I have been living a much quieter life in the melting pot of the world, New York City.
However, these times will not last, I can hear the drums of Doom beating from the other side of the veil. I can feel the terrible emptiness of Doom leaking through; it was only a matter of time until the veil tore completely open and unleashed the hordes of death and destruction upon Earth.
The Immortal Within: Mikhael or better known in Christianity by the name of Michael, the Archangel.
The "God Particle": My "God Particle" grants me physical strength and speed that transcends that of any normal Immortal abilities; it fuses with every single cell in my body and generates an armor of what looks like pure energy to shield me from any physical harm. It also forges a blade of energy that extends from my hands and is capable of cutting through any material. I can manipulate this field of pure energy to suit my purposes but the more I expand it, the weaker it gets. It is strongest when I use it to encase myself, or any single person, in its protective barrier. I simply call it the "Armor of God" and "Sword of God".
However, as human technology has advanced over the years, so have my abilities. I've learned to condense my destructive power and fuse it into bullets which I can fire into the enemy. I've also learned how to instantaneously create partial shields instead of always having to maintain a full suit of armor; I've perfected my efficiency over hundreds of years of practice and through some trial and error. However, I always have to don my original form when facing truly powerful creatures such as the Baelwroths.
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