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Fantasy Just a(n) (Ab)Normal Day [CS]
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archur
watch for the flash
Name : "Ha, that's a good one. The few people that know my true name call me Etvic. I run a few personalities so that group that calls me 'Etvic' is one I can count on my fingers."
Age : "Around 37 I believe, not always sure with my Aliases floating around."
Age appearance : "What does that mean? Look, I can't say what I look like, because it'd be pretty convoluted and a very roundabout way to say 'nothing'."
Gender : "I prefer male in all honesty, don't like the extra weight on the chest, but I can turn into a chick at will if you're interested."
Sexuality : "I'm straight. Whatever that means for you, but for me, I like women. Case closed."
Race : "Shifter. Shape-shifter, Clone, Doppelganger. A monster that can will its form to change to their liking. I've heard that in the days of old, when my kind ran amok, there was plenty of people who didn't like not knowing who to trust, but it seems they already like to lie and deceive each other already. The argument is interesting, "Is the president really the president?" "Who killed Franz Fernidad?" I guess that's understandable by everyone else, but for me, I'll stick to being who I want at any time, thank you.
Appearance : "You're not getting a straight answer on this one, just to be clear. My true form, the one I was born with, was a mass of arms, tentacles, and teeth. I had to hide myself under a cloak for some time before I was able to learn to control myself. It's tough, not easy, but I taught myself. Hard to do when you're all alone."
Backstory : "Well, to make it short, I'm a photographer, signature forger, journalist, black market 'info guy', if you're picking up what i'm putting down. I'm a lot of things, I have at least 7 legal identities filed away in the government vaults, and I attended my own funeral. Twice. The interesting part started when I was 17, the last few years were unimportant and boring. All that's worth knowing is that my father left after he learned who my mother was. She died when I became 16, so a year after I thought to myself, 'I've got nobody to fall back on, nobody to rely on, and nobody knows who I am. Fuck it, I've got nothing to lose.' I began to steal, nothing new there to be honest. I could go rob a bank with the most advanced securities, and nobody would even suspect a thing. I researched a few of the locations that people like Bill Gates frequent, and took a loan or two in cash out as them. Nobody suspected a thing. Well, a few people did, but who's going to question that? Ah, the wonders of the internet still amaze me. I did that until I was 20. I grew a few morals, I met a girl. I bought her everything that was within her heart's desire, until she wondered what I did for a living. A little bit of picking, she realized that 'Charlie Crick' vanished after a mile away from the house. A little bit sloppy on my part sure, but I was young. She followed me, watched me take out a loan, and called the police. I was greeted by flashing red and blue lights at my own home, so I left my car a block away, switched around a few faces, and I was off. Did you know that every face you see in your dreams is one that you have seen before. Just an interesting fact. I had a fresh start, again. A little bit of experience added onto that list along with a couple million, and a few head hunters looking for 'Anonymous' (Yeah, I tacked it onto them, grow up.) I got to know a few people online after that. I was 25. Worked a few jobs in the deepweb for a few grand. Nothing spectacular or out of my abilities. I showed up on the news a few times too, usually for starting a bar fight, a robbery, or something less spectacular. Then something struck me, I don't know, I felt like I wasn't being true to myself. Doing these jobs, gathering information. Nothing felt like I was doing it for fun. Nothing was fun, nothing was fun anymore. I was losing myself in the grind of stealing, eavesdropping and blackmailing. I wanted something more. No, I want something more. God, I'm starting to lose my own identity. It's strange, having so many and never using your own. But, I guess that's the karma of being a shifter.
In short, i'm an absurdly rich neckbeard. Or hot chick. Or batman. Whatever, I'm not creative so it's usually those three.
Notable features : "If anything, I like to wear blue and black, and have a large selection of those overhanging hoodies that kinda hides your face when you put it on. Like, have you ever played Magic: The Gathering? There's that one guy in Blue that looks just like that. His name is Jace if you were wondering. Maybe I should become him for the next Comic Con at San Diego. Anyways, I like to wear jeans, if that matters anything. I can't really describe my face, that's something that's a large variable, along with much of my appearance. It's the whole reason why I like to keep changing clothes. It's fun, kinda, having 15 sets of boxers and another 15 panties in my drawers, but I have a guy."
Age : "Around 37 I believe, not always sure with my Aliases floating around."
Age appearance : "What does that mean? Look, I can't say what I look like, because it'd be pretty convoluted and a very roundabout way to say 'nothing'."
Gender : "I prefer male in all honesty, don't like the extra weight on the chest, but I can turn into a chick at will if you're interested."
Sexuality : "I'm straight. Whatever that means for you, but for me, I like women. Case closed."
Race : "Shifter. Shape-shifter, Clone, Doppelganger. A monster that can will its form to change to their liking. I've heard that in the days of old, when my kind ran amok, there was plenty of people who didn't like not knowing who to trust, but it seems they already like to lie and deceive each other already. The argument is interesting, "Is the president really the president?" "Who killed Franz Fernidad?" I guess that's understandable by everyone else, but for me, I'll stick to being who I want at any time, thank you.
Appearance : "You're not getting a straight answer on this one, just to be clear. My true form, the one I was born with, was a mass of arms, tentacles, and teeth. I had to hide myself under a cloak for some time before I was able to learn to control myself. It's tough, not easy, but I taught myself. Hard to do when you're all alone."
Backstory : "Well, to make it short, I'm a photographer, signature forger, journalist, black market 'info guy', if you're picking up what i'm putting down. I'm a lot of things, I have at least 7 legal identities filed away in the government vaults, and I attended my own funeral. Twice. The interesting part started when I was 17, the last few years were unimportant and boring. All that's worth knowing is that my father left after he learned who my mother was. She died when I became 16, so a year after I thought to myself, 'I've got nobody to fall back on, nobody to rely on, and nobody knows who I am. Fuck it, I've got nothing to lose.' I began to steal, nothing new there to be honest. I could go rob a bank with the most advanced securities, and nobody would even suspect a thing. I researched a few of the locations that people like Bill Gates frequent, and took a loan or two in cash out as them. Nobody suspected a thing. Well, a few people did, but who's going to question that? Ah, the wonders of the internet still amaze me. I did that until I was 20. I grew a few morals, I met a girl. I bought her everything that was within her heart's desire, until she wondered what I did for a living. A little bit of picking, she realized that 'Charlie Crick' vanished after a mile away from the house. A little bit sloppy on my part sure, but I was young. She followed me, watched me take out a loan, and called the police. I was greeted by flashing red and blue lights at my own home, so I left my car a block away, switched around a few faces, and I was off. Did you know that every face you see in your dreams is one that you have seen before. Just an interesting fact. I had a fresh start, again. A little bit of experience added onto that list along with a couple million, and a few head hunters looking for 'Anonymous' (Yeah, I tacked it onto them, grow up.) I got to know a few people online after that. I was 25. Worked a few jobs in the deepweb for a few grand. Nothing spectacular or out of my abilities. I showed up on the news a few times too, usually for starting a bar fight, a robbery, or something less spectacular. Then something struck me, I don't know, I felt like I wasn't being true to myself. Doing these jobs, gathering information. Nothing felt like I was doing it for fun. Nothing was fun, nothing was fun anymore. I was losing myself in the grind of stealing, eavesdropping and blackmailing. I wanted something more. No, I want something more. God, I'm starting to lose my own identity. It's strange, having so many and never using your own. But, I guess that's the karma of being a shifter.
In short, i'm an absurdly rich neckbeard. Or hot chick. Or batman. Whatever, I'm not creative so it's usually those three.
Notable features : "If anything, I like to wear blue and black, and have a large selection of those overhanging hoodies that kinda hides your face when you put it on. Like, have you ever played Magic: The Gathering? There's that one guy in Blue that looks just like that. His name is Jace if you were wondering. Maybe I should become him for the next Comic Con at San Diego. Anyways, I like to wear jeans, if that matters anything. I can't really describe my face, that's something that's a large variable, along with much of my appearance. It's the whole reason why I like to keep changing clothes. It's fun, kinda, having 15 sets of boxers and another 15 panties in my drawers, but I have a guy."
Raku
Four Thousand Club
Accepted!
Vampiress
Vampire Princess/Queen of Fire
I don't know why but I think I wanna join
Slothtastic
Sloth Overlord.
Name :
Oliver Thorn
Age :
198
Age appearance : (do they look older? younger? give an age)
Early to mid twenties.
Gender :
Male
Sexuality :
Bisexual
Race : (need a few humans, but if you want to bring in your own race feel free. if your race has had an impact on humanity, give a small description on how)
Satyr. Satyrs have always been mischievous creatures to Humans, known for their pranks and ability to control nature at will. Some have grown to fear them, while others respect them. Overall, they are scary in terms of power, being able to shapeshift and control plants and animals at will. There was also a news story covering an Animal Reserve in Ireland, known as the Bloody Forest. Many dead were found, and it was discovered to be done by a Satyr.
Appearance : (written or picture. preferably no anime)
A 6'7 muscular Satyr, he has auburn hair with ram-like horns and deep emerald green eyes. On his arm is a tribal tattoo of many animal heads, the most noticeable being a bear's.
Backstory : (general info, nothing too long)
Oliver is a Satyr through and through. Born in a forest in Ireland he hasn't had the most pleasant of lives. Constantly running and hiding from humans that got too close to the family's hollow. He was constantly on the move deeper and deeper into the forests. Although each time hunters got too close. Finally they found a home in an animal reserve, where humans couldn't hunt. Oliver was happy there, until he caught a group of poachers. When they entered the forest birds warned him, tired of running and being afraid of them he made a plan. He waited until they had gotten close before confronting them, and as soon as one took a shot and missed, blood was shed. The humans were found a couple days later, only recognizable by the clothes they wore. Despite the clothes being almost shredded. Their faces were clawed and torn so bad they didn't even look human, blood and body parts were everywhere. From then on, Oliver grew tired of running from humans, and any that entered the forest with the intention of harming animals would die. The reserve became known as the 'Bloody Forest' to locals and countries around the world. Park rangers eventually started looking for the one responsible for the deaths. However, every kill was different. One body from a group would have been mauled by a bear, the next ripped apart by a wolf. The patterns were different animals each time. Eventually, the people caught onto the Satyr. And they even found his hollow, burning it down. He then fled, stowing himself on a boat to America.
Notable features : (scars, tattoos, anything that just pops out during a meeting with another person)
A tribal tattoo of animal heads on his arm, the most notable being a bear's. As well as a bullet wound in his shoulder, scarred and healed over.
Other : (anything additional you would like to add)
Raku
Oliver Thorn
Age :
198
Age appearance : (do they look older? younger? give an age)
Early to mid twenties.
Gender :
Male
Sexuality :
Bisexual
Race : (need a few humans, but if you want to bring in your own race feel free. if your race has had an impact on humanity, give a small description on how)
Satyr. Satyrs have always been mischievous creatures to Humans, known for their pranks and ability to control nature at will. Some have grown to fear them, while others respect them. Overall, they are scary in terms of power, being able to shapeshift and control plants and animals at will. There was also a news story covering an Animal Reserve in Ireland, known as the Bloody Forest. Many dead were found, and it was discovered to be done by a Satyr.
Appearance : (written or picture. preferably no anime)
A 6'7 muscular Satyr, he has auburn hair with ram-like horns and deep emerald green eyes. On his arm is a tribal tattoo of many animal heads, the most noticeable being a bear's.
Backstory : (general info, nothing too long)
Oliver is a Satyr through and through. Born in a forest in Ireland he hasn't had the most pleasant of lives. Constantly running and hiding from humans that got too close to the family's hollow. He was constantly on the move deeper and deeper into the forests. Although each time hunters got too close. Finally they found a home in an animal reserve, where humans couldn't hunt. Oliver was happy there, until he caught a group of poachers. When they entered the forest birds warned him, tired of running and being afraid of them he made a plan. He waited until they had gotten close before confronting them, and as soon as one took a shot and missed, blood was shed. The humans were found a couple days later, only recognizable by the clothes they wore. Despite the clothes being almost shredded. Their faces were clawed and torn so bad they didn't even look human, blood and body parts were everywhere. From then on, Oliver grew tired of running from humans, and any that entered the forest with the intention of harming animals would die. The reserve became known as the 'Bloody Forest' to locals and countries around the world. Park rangers eventually started looking for the one responsible for the deaths. However, every kill was different. One body from a group would have been mauled by a bear, the next ripped apart by a wolf. The patterns were different animals each time. Eventually, the people caught onto the Satyr. And they even found his hollow, burning it down. He then fled, stowing himself on a boat to America.
Notable features : (scars, tattoos, anything that just pops out during a meeting with another person)
A tribal tattoo of animal heads on his arm, the most notable being a bear's. As well as a bullet wound in his shoulder, scarred and healed over.
Other : (anything additional you would like to add)
Raku
Raku
Four Thousand Club
Name :
Oliver Thorn
Age :
198
Age appearance : (do they look older? younger? give an age)
Early to mid twenties.
Gender :
Male
Sexuality :
Bisexual
Race : (need a few humans, but if you want to bring in your own race feel free. if your race has had an impact on humanity, give a small description on how)
Satyr. Satyrs have always been mischievous creatures to Humans, known for their pranks and ability to control nature at will. Some have grown to fear them, while others respect them. Overall, they are scary in terms of power, being able to shapeshift and control plants and animals at will. There was also a news story covering an Animal Reserve in Ireland, known as the Bloody Forest. Many dead were found, and it was discovered to be done by a Satyr.
Appearance : (written or picture. preferably no anime)
A 6'7 muscular Satyr, he has auburn hair with ram-like horns and deep emerald green eyes. On his arm is a tribal tattoo of many animal heads, the most noticeable being a bear's.
Backstory : (general info, nothing too long)
Oliver is a Satyr through and through. Born in a forest in Ireland he hasn't had the most pleasant of lives. Constantly running and hiding from humans that got too close to the family's hollow. He was constantly on the move deeper and deeper into the forests. Although each time hunters got too close. Finally they found a home in an animal reserve, where humans couldn't hunt. Oliver was happy there, until he caught a group of poachers. When they entered the forest birds warned him, tired of running and being afraid of them he made a plan. He waited until they had gotten close before confronting them, and as soon as one took a shot and missed, blood was shed. The humans were found a couple days later, only recognizable by the clothes they wore. Despite the clothes being almost shredded. Their faces were clawed and torn so bad they didn't even look human, blood and body parts were everywhere. From then on, Oliver grew tired of running from humans, and any that entered the forest with the intention of harming animals would die. The reserve became known as the 'Bloody Forest' to locals and countries around the world. Park rangers eventually started looking for the one responsible for the deaths. However, every kill was different. One body from a group would have been mauled by a bear, the next ripped apart by a wolf. The patterns were different animals each time. Eventually, the people caught onto the Satyr. And they even found his hollow, burning it down. He then fled, stowing himself on a boat to America.
Notable features : (scars, tattoos, anything that just pops out during a meeting with another person)
A tribal tattoo of animal heads on his arm, the most notable being a bear's. As well as a bullet wound in his shoulder, scarred and healed over.
Other : (anything additional you would like to add)
Good! Accepted!
Zombocalypse
Quintessential Badboy
Name : Kaizer Bodkin
Age : 30
Age appearance : 30
Gender : Male
Sexuality : Male, Straight
Race : Human
Appearance :
Backstory : Kaizer Bodkin was a top notch athlete and martial artist since he was 13. He inherited millions of dollars from his rich dad and lived a life of freedom and pleasure. He became interested in supernatural beings just recently.
Notable features : Very tall and muscular. 6'5, 300 pounds.
Other : Can bench press 500 pounds, squat 800 pounds, and deadlift 900, ALL RAW. He can also run almost as fast as Usain Bolt. He's a judo champion and a muay thai champion.
Age : 30
Age appearance : 30
Gender : Male
Sexuality : Male, Straight
Race : Human
Appearance :
Backstory : Kaizer Bodkin was a top notch athlete and martial artist since he was 13. He inherited millions of dollars from his rich dad and lived a life of freedom and pleasure. He became interested in supernatural beings just recently.
Notable features : Very tall and muscular. 6'5, 300 pounds.
Other : Can bench press 500 pounds, squat 800 pounds, and deadlift 900, ALL RAW. He can also run almost as fast as Usain Bolt. He's a judo champion and a muay thai champion.
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GreenEyedStranger
Servant of the Great Old One
Name : Zetha
Age : Ancient
Age appearance : Very very old
Gender : Female
Sexuality : Unsure
Race : Corrupt Forest Spirit
Appearance :
http://orig02.deviantart.net/c1a4/f...her_3_fanart_creature_by_plainben-dauwhul.jpg
A strange aberration of nature, Zethas once weak flesh has been converted into tough bark. Her naturalist uprising leads to the collection of skulls, which she displays on her body as decoration.
Backstory :
Long ago, Zetha was a druid in a clan of ancient supernaturals, who used their powers to defend an isolated grove brimming with magical power. Zetha was the most in-tune with nature than the rest of them, as her powers let her bend all manners of flora to her will. Across many years, the clan has defended their grove from bandits and armies alike, all seeking the ancient magical power only to meet their demise in the grip of the forest. Their powers, howver, were no match for one stranger. The stranger effortlessly navigated his way through the twisting traps of the grove and finally reached the center. A battle ensued, and many of the druids were slain before Zetha managed to land a killing blow on the stranger. After mourning the lost druids, everything seemed to go back to normal, yet Zetha felt a strange power flowing through her. Little did she know that by killing the stranger, he had possessed her in a sort of way. Over the next few days, Zetha began hearing voices in her head, horrible necromantic ravings of dark gods and terrible magic. The more she tried to fight this presence, her rage grew. Eventually, rage consumed her and in her blindness, she slaughtered the whole village with the powers of the stranger. Horrified at what she had done, Zetha vowed to spend the rest of her days in silent mediation, to overcome this presence. So, she remained in the grove, quiet and sitting in the same position for many thousands of years. Soon, the presences grip on her mind faded, though the corruption it had left was uncurable. To this day, she remains in the same spot, dreaming in a semi-conscious state... Until...
Notable features : Body seems mostly comprised of dark wood, yet the vague speckles of red suggest it is still living flesh. Her human appearance has almost entirely either decomposed or changed to wood. Zetha is also horrified at her appearance, which betrays the beauty she once had, and so she constantly wears a hood.
Other : Has trouble speaking, since she spent many thousand years silent and many of her speaking organs have been converted to living wood.
Age : Ancient
Age appearance : Very very old
Gender : Female
Sexuality : Unsure
Race : Corrupt Forest Spirit
Appearance :
http://orig02.deviantart.net/c1a4/f...her_3_fanart_creature_by_plainben-dauwhul.jpg
A strange aberration of nature, Zethas once weak flesh has been converted into tough bark. Her naturalist uprising leads to the collection of skulls, which she displays on her body as decoration.
Backstory :
Long ago, Zetha was a druid in a clan of ancient supernaturals, who used their powers to defend an isolated grove brimming with magical power. Zetha was the most in-tune with nature than the rest of them, as her powers let her bend all manners of flora to her will. Across many years, the clan has defended their grove from bandits and armies alike, all seeking the ancient magical power only to meet their demise in the grip of the forest. Their powers, howver, were no match for one stranger. The stranger effortlessly navigated his way through the twisting traps of the grove and finally reached the center. A battle ensued, and many of the druids were slain before Zetha managed to land a killing blow on the stranger. After mourning the lost druids, everything seemed to go back to normal, yet Zetha felt a strange power flowing through her. Little did she know that by killing the stranger, he had possessed her in a sort of way. Over the next few days, Zetha began hearing voices in her head, horrible necromantic ravings of dark gods and terrible magic. The more she tried to fight this presence, her rage grew. Eventually, rage consumed her and in her blindness, she slaughtered the whole village with the powers of the stranger. Horrified at what she had done, Zetha vowed to spend the rest of her days in silent mediation, to overcome this presence. So, she remained in the grove, quiet and sitting in the same position for many thousands of years. Soon, the presences grip on her mind faded, though the corruption it had left was uncurable. To this day, she remains in the same spot, dreaming in a semi-conscious state... Until...
Notable features : Body seems mostly comprised of dark wood, yet the vague speckles of red suggest it is still living flesh. Her human appearance has almost entirely either decomposed or changed to wood. Zetha is also horrified at her appearance, which betrays the beauty she once had, and so she constantly wears a hood.
Other : Has trouble speaking, since she spent many thousand years silent and many of her speaking organs have been converted to living wood.
Wake-N-Bake
Being a dick wont make yours any bigger.
Name:
Kin "The Ace" Dragon.
Age:
Thirty Two.
Age appearance:
He looks around twenty eight.
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Bi-curious.
Race:
Human
Backstory:
His story is not that interesting. Kin was an orphan who grew up with a family of these so called "Supernaturals" and was extremely grateful to them for the help he received in his younger days. The other supernaturals living in the area didn't trust the human boy, deeming him to be a liability and threat to their kind because of human behaviour towards their kind in the past. One day, the neighbours showed up on their doorstep and forced Kin out, making him forget the location of the small town and most memories he shared with his adoptive family there. Kin still has dreams of the small town and it's inhabitants, especially his loving mother, but nothing shows for it when he wakes up.
Notable features:
Kin has a scar running down his left eye from fighting a robber back when he was nineteen. His left eye is milky from where he is unable to see, but he can see clearly out of his right eye.
Other:
He's a professional boxer, hitting champion league.
Raku
Four Thousand Club
Name:
Kin "The Ace" Dragon.
Age:
Thirty Two.
Age appearance:
He looks around twenty eight.
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Bi-curious.
Race:
Human
Backstory:
His story is not that interesting. Kin was an orphan who grew up with a family of these so called "Supernaturals" and was extremely grateful to them for the help he received in his younger days. The other supernaturals living in the area didn't trust the human boy, deeming him to be a liability and threat to their kind because of human behaviour towards their kind in the past. One day, the neighbours showed up on their doorstep and forced Kin out, making him forget the location of the small town and most memories he shared with his adoptive family there. Kin still has dreams of the small town and it's inhabitants, especially his loving mother, but nothing shows for it when he wakes up.
Notable features:
Kin has a scar running down his left eye from fighting a robber back when he was nineteen. His left eye is milky from where he is unable to see, but he can see clearly out of his right eye.
Other:
He's a professional boxer, hitting champion league.
Both interesting characters! Accepted.
