Kevin Liu
Eternally a White Mage that uses Black Magic.....
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The Land of Teiarra
- Thread starter Kevin Liu
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Verrici
The Soul Stitcher
Name: Vi Gridlock
Age: 19
Race: Human
Appearance:
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Side: Redire
Bio: Vi, known for her battle skills and elite planning, she is a commander on the Redire side. But is also the daughter of the "king". That is just one of his nicknames but he came into this world just for battle.
--typing rest up--
Age: 19
Race: Human
Appearance:
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Side: Redire
Bio: Vi, known for her battle skills and elite planning, she is a commander on the Redire side. But is also the daughter of the "king". That is just one of his nicknames but he came into this world just for battle.
--typing rest up--
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Demonic Angel
The Holder Of The 7 Sins
Name: Violet Kinna Sun
Age:18
Race: (....I want her be a demon or fairy but I can't find the races) human
Height: 5'6
Side: esterloch
Bio: (bio is a bit long)
she was born with no magic but was a giant dreamer for it, she hid her supplies to try and do magic from her parents who were slightly rich, one day she was walking home from school in the rain with her pink and white umbrella she found a creepy house and decided to explore, she went inside carefully looking around and found a old lady lie'ing on the ground trying to get up, violet helped her up and helped her sit down. The lady then said
"God bless you child, is there anything I can do...anything I can do to repay you?" The old lady said in a shakes voice violet smiled and shook her head
"You sure isn't there anything you've always wanted?" Violet looked surprised and whispered in a soft voice
"I always wanted magic..." The old lady smiled and shakily pointed to a shelf of drinks and glasses
"Take a sip of the drink and by midnight you'll have your magic" violet being her naive self nodded her head excitedly and took a sip of the drink then said bye and left not thinking there might be consequences...later that night she gained powers but couldn't control them very well and had to watch everything she did sense a simple shake could cause her magic to mess up, she is a lot better at it now but still has problems.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/image.jpg.071fccc6515fc30efcf2e75386a56aa0.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="18509" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/image.jpg.071fccc6515fc30efcf2e75386a56aa0.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
Age:18
Race: (....I want her be a demon or fairy but I can't find the races) human
Height: 5'6
Side: esterloch
Bio: (bio is a bit long)
she was born with no magic but was a giant dreamer for it, she hid her supplies to try and do magic from her parents who were slightly rich, one day she was walking home from school in the rain with her pink and white umbrella she found a creepy house and decided to explore, she went inside carefully looking around and found a old lady lie'ing on the ground trying to get up, violet helped her up and helped her sit down. The lady then said
"God bless you child, is there anything I can do...anything I can do to repay you?" The old lady said in a shakes voice violet smiled and shook her head
"You sure isn't there anything you've always wanted?" Violet looked surprised and whispered in a soft voice
"I always wanted magic..." The old lady smiled and shakily pointed to a shelf of drinks and glasses
"Take a sip of the drink and by midnight you'll have your magic" violet being her naive self nodded her head excitedly and took a sip of the drink then said bye and left not thinking there might be consequences...later that night she gained powers but couldn't control them very well and had to watch everything she did sense a simple shake could cause her magic to mess up, she is a lot better at it now but still has problems.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/image.jpg.071fccc6515fc30efcf2e75386a56aa0.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="18509" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/image.jpg.071fccc6515fc30efcf2e75386a56aa0.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
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Cuddly Kraken
That one thespian
Name: Katherine "Kat" Pamina
Age: 16
Race: Elf
Height: 5'6"
Side: Born into Esterloch, but doesn't care much for sides.
Bio:
When using her power, she creates a blue and pink powder like substance (seen in her picture) that she can manipulate to her advantage.
Kat was born into a clan of powerful elves but didn't develop her own magic until she was 7. Considering that she was such a late bloomer, her clan shunned he and treated her as a servant instead of as an equal. Abused and ridiculed, Kat kept to herself as a child and developed a very introverted personality, but she acts brashly and headstrong. Kat, embarrassed by the magic that her clan deemed useless, kept her powers to herself and therefore never practiced her ability. Due to a lack of experience, Kat can be a bit of a loose canon regarding her power. Little did she know that she was actually switched at birth with an entirely different species of Elf, and the reason that her powers were so late to develop and so drastically different from her clan's was because she truly belongs to an ancient line of Elf.
Age: 16
Race: Elf
Height: 5'6"
Side: Born into Esterloch, but doesn't care much for sides.
Bio:
When using her power, she creates a blue and pink powder like substance (seen in her picture) that she can manipulate to her advantage.
Kat was born into a clan of powerful elves but didn't develop her own magic until she was 7. Considering that she was such a late bloomer, her clan shunned he and treated her as a servant instead of as an equal. Abused and ridiculed, Kat kept to herself as a child and developed a very introverted personality, but she acts brashly and headstrong. Kat, embarrassed by the magic that her clan deemed useless, kept her powers to herself and therefore never practiced her ability. Due to a lack of experience, Kat can be a bit of a loose canon regarding her power. Little did she know that she was actually switched at birth with an entirely different species of Elf, and the reason that her powers were so late to develop and so drastically different from her clan's was because she truly belongs to an ancient line of Elf.
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Kevin Liu
Eternally a White Mage that uses Black Magic.....
WE NEED MORE RED
(LEAGUE OF LEGENDS
I LOVE THIS PERSON)
Verrici said:
(LEAGUE OF LEGENDS
I LOVE THIS PERSON)
Skull Knight
Vassal of the Undead
Name: Zabel (No last name or middle name... well or at least he's not telling)
Age: Nobody really gets a good look of the man without dying later or losing their tongue a day later. But he appears to be 20 or around the young adult age.
Appearance:
Race: Human
Height: Still unclear like his age, but stands most of the time 5'11
Side: Neutral but leans towards Redire as it gives him more profit
Bio:
Nobody truly knows Zabel, well none have survived that have. This male is a mystery after mystery, making him the perfect person to run most of the big time crime in Teiarra. Zabel has crime organizations in almost everywhere even the warring states but, he does so under various names and alias. He doesn't spend much time outside of his secret hideout located in Kogi. The rare occasions he takes to leave the area he travels to bases of operation he wears a gas mask, people who got a glance say that it releases a faint red glow. If one to have the time and survive to talk to Zabel they would say he speaks oddly, mumbling to himself and saying things that make no sense or blurting odd lines.
If you're looking to commit a larger size crime you'll find yourself asking him for help, or forgiveness for trying to take his domain. Many know that this crime lord exists they just don't know his true identity or where he resides. He has proven his danger as a foe by involving himself with multiple government issues and seemingly knowing every move placed against him another way he’s proved himself dangerous is by killing people in mass numbers, or of high rank in society. This being said, he is regarded as an enemy of both Redire and Esterloch and hunted by those of the law force that had enough courage and bravery.
Personality: As in his bio, Zabel is an... unpredictable man, blurting poetry or lines that have almost nothing with the current situation. His decision making skills are well, not the best at one second he'll want to hire a person for a job, the next he'll want them dead. When talked to he may choose to reply quickly or late, and this can lead to people getting annoyed at him.... easily. One with enough patience and knowledge of human psychology would find that beneath the faked or real insanity is a cruel man driven by greed and power-lust. This want for more leads him to take advantage of others - if they are useful to him he gladly invites them in and helps them along but the second they're a weakness he'll cut them off ensuring a death, demise, or silence.
Age: Nobody really gets a good look of the man without dying later or losing their tongue a day later. But he appears to be 20 or around the young adult age.
Appearance:
Race: Human
Height: Still unclear like his age, but stands most of the time 5'11
Side: Neutral but leans towards Redire as it gives him more profit
Bio:
Nobody truly knows Zabel, well none have survived that have. This male is a mystery after mystery, making him the perfect person to run most of the big time crime in Teiarra. Zabel has crime organizations in almost everywhere even the warring states but, he does so under various names and alias. He doesn't spend much time outside of his secret hideout located in Kogi. The rare occasions he takes to leave the area he travels to bases of operation he wears a gas mask, people who got a glance say that it releases a faint red glow. If one to have the time and survive to talk to Zabel they would say he speaks oddly, mumbling to himself and saying things that make no sense or blurting odd lines.
If you're looking to commit a larger size crime you'll find yourself asking him for help, or forgiveness for trying to take his domain. Many know that this crime lord exists they just don't know his true identity or where he resides. He has proven his danger as a foe by involving himself with multiple government issues and seemingly knowing every move placed against him another way he’s proved himself dangerous is by killing people in mass numbers, or of high rank in society. This being said, he is regarded as an enemy of both Redire and Esterloch and hunted by those of the law force that had enough courage and bravery.
Personality: As in his bio, Zabel is an... unpredictable man, blurting poetry or lines that have almost nothing with the current situation. His decision making skills are well, not the best at one second he'll want to hire a person for a job, the next he'll want them dead. When talked to he may choose to reply quickly or late, and this can lead to people getting annoyed at him.... easily. One with enough patience and knowledge of human psychology would find that beneath the faked or real insanity is a cruel man driven by greed and power-lust. This want for more leads him to take advantage of others - if they are useful to him he gladly invites them in and helps them along but the second they're a weakness he'll cut them off ensuring a death, demise, or silence.
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Airagog
And all at once, the universe groaned.
Name: Airagog Aermik
Age:25
Race: human
Height: 6'
Side: Neutral, though currently has been wandering the Redire lands.
Bio: Airagog was born an orphan, never knew his parents, didn't care. Was raised by monks who taught him the art of magic as meditation and self-defense. As such he practices pacifistic principles, however do not let this be mistaken for weakness. Airagog is a very accomplished martial artist who uses magic to bolster this. In his spare time he works odd jobs as a tutor and occasionally doctor using his knowledge of the body and its pressure points to heal people rather than standard medicine. He has very little, preferring only to travel in some robes. Airagog was born with snow-white hair, making him appear older and therefore frequently allowing him to talk his way out of a situation. Though he is able to fight his way out of a situation, his principles make it to where violence is almost never the answer.
Appearence:
Age:25
Race: human
Height: 6'
Side: Neutral, though currently has been wandering the Redire lands.
Bio: Airagog was born an orphan, never knew his parents, didn't care. Was raised by monks who taught him the art of magic as meditation and self-defense. As such he practices pacifistic principles, however do not let this be mistaken for weakness. Airagog is a very accomplished martial artist who uses magic to bolster this. In his spare time he works odd jobs as a tutor and occasionally doctor using his knowledge of the body and its pressure points to heal people rather than standard medicine. He has very little, preferring only to travel in some robes. Airagog was born with snow-white hair, making him appear older and therefore frequently allowing him to talk his way out of a situation. Though he is able to fight his way out of a situation, his principles make it to where violence is almost never the answer.
Appearence:
To Never Love
Queen of the Lost Boys
Name: Melodia Celeste Morris
Age: 18
Race: Elf
Height: 5'5"
Side: Esterloch
Bio: When Melodia was a baby, she was found on the border between Redire and Esterloch. Her adoptive family, who were dwarves, weren't able to have children and were about ready to resign to their fate of being childless, when they stumbled upon the squealing bundle that was Melodia. They knew the child was of elven race, her looks gave it away, what with its pale skin tone, chubby, but defined features, and pointed ears, it would be hard to mistake it for anything else. The dwarves were unwilling to give up the child, though. They instead raised her as their own in Redire. Growing up, Mel had to hide what she was. Being magic born made it even worse for her. When she first discovered her powers, they were uncontrollable and would go off along with whatever emotion she was feeling. In fear she would be found out and taken from them, they started to keep her indoors when she was 7. She was home-schooled and taught how to make jewelry from precious metals and stones- the family business. When she was 15 she was found out by some kids who were wondering around the back of her family's shop. She was cleaning up when one of the kids ran up to her and pulled off her cloak. When they saw what she was they ran off. Mel, knowing the dangers of people knowing about her quickly told her parents. Her parents soon hid her, telling her to not come out until they say it's ok. They never came back though. She had heard yelling, screaming, crying, and loud crashed, but not once did she dare move from her spot. After what seemed like hours, the house eventually quieted. When she thought it to be safe, she got out from her hiding place and went to the front room. There, she found her adoptive parents on the ground un-moving. When she moved towards her mother, she found that she was still alive. She tried to help her, but her mom told her that she had to leave immediately for the neighbors would return to come looking for her. In her dying moments, her mother gave her a pendant saying she would be need it before she quietly slipped into the next life. After that, Melodia quickly gathered supplies before leaving her home and Redire completely. She is currently residing in Esterloch, promising to never side with the people who were responsible for her parents' deaths.
Personality: Melodia is the quiet-but-will-glare-daggers-at-you kind of person. She hates people who act fake and has trouble dealing with overly nice and sensitive people even though she can be really sensitive herself. She's a slightly competitive person and always tries to be better than boys. If people think only a boy can do something good she will try to prove them wrong. Even though she's like that, Melodia can shows happiness more than scorn and competitiveness. When you get to know her you can often see a smile on her face and know that she loves books. She has always been naturally drawn to learning and reading. She likes to go off on her own and read in a quiet corner somewhere. She kind of a reserved person, but is always open to listen to someone's problems even if she may not have the answers to them.
-Reading
-Painting (occasionally)
-Winning a game
-Listening to music
-People judging people they've never met
-Getting so angry she starts to cry
-Crying in front of people she's angry with
-Trying to prove herself
Appearance:
Clothing:
Age: 18
Race: Elf
Height: 5'5"
Side: Esterloch
Bio: When Melodia was a baby, she was found on the border between Redire and Esterloch. Her adoptive family, who were dwarves, weren't able to have children and were about ready to resign to their fate of being childless, when they stumbled upon the squealing bundle that was Melodia. They knew the child was of elven race, her looks gave it away, what with its pale skin tone, chubby, but defined features, and pointed ears, it would be hard to mistake it for anything else. The dwarves were unwilling to give up the child, though. They instead raised her as their own in Redire. Growing up, Mel had to hide what she was. Being magic born made it even worse for her. When she first discovered her powers, they were uncontrollable and would go off along with whatever emotion she was feeling. In fear she would be found out and taken from them, they started to keep her indoors when she was 7. She was home-schooled and taught how to make jewelry from precious metals and stones- the family business. When she was 15 she was found out by some kids who were wondering around the back of her family's shop. She was cleaning up when one of the kids ran up to her and pulled off her cloak. When they saw what she was they ran off. Mel, knowing the dangers of people knowing about her quickly told her parents. Her parents soon hid her, telling her to not come out until they say it's ok. They never came back though. She had heard yelling, screaming, crying, and loud crashed, but not once did she dare move from her spot. After what seemed like hours, the house eventually quieted. When she thought it to be safe, she got out from her hiding place and went to the front room. There, she found her adoptive parents on the ground un-moving. When she moved towards her mother, she found that she was still alive. She tried to help her, but her mom told her that she had to leave immediately for the neighbors would return to come looking for her. In her dying moments, her mother gave her a pendant saying she would be need it before she quietly slipped into the next life. After that, Melodia quickly gathered supplies before leaving her home and Redire completely. She is currently residing in Esterloch, promising to never side with the people who were responsible for her parents' deaths.
Personality: Melodia is the quiet-but-will-glare-daggers-at-you kind of person. She hates people who act fake and has trouble dealing with overly nice and sensitive people even though she can be really sensitive herself. She's a slightly competitive person and always tries to be better than boys. If people think only a boy can do something good she will try to prove them wrong. Even though she's like that, Melodia can shows happiness more than scorn and competitiveness. When you get to know her you can often see a smile on her face and know that she loves books. She has always been naturally drawn to learning and reading. She likes to go off on her own and read in a quiet corner somewhere. She kind of a reserved person, but is always open to listen to someone's problems even if she may not have the answers to them.
- Likes:
-Reading
-Painting (occasionally)
-Winning a game
-Listening to music
- Dislikes:
-People judging people they've never met
-Getting so angry she starts to cry
-Crying in front of people she's angry with
-Trying to prove herself
Appearance:
- Hair: She has wavy, silver/black hair that reaches the ends of her shoulder blades.
- Eyes: Blue eyes that almost looks violet.
Clothing:
- Cloak:
- Shoes:
- Overall Wear:
- Pendant:
Madi
Member
Hey, I'm thinking about joining, but I was wondering what the fox-folk look like exactly? I was thinking something like, anthro almost. Or is it just the ears and tail? (because the anthro thing would be so much cooler in my opinion... just saying).
Kevin Liu
Eternally a White Mage that uses Black Magic.....
o3o currently they arent antrho, but I can say their two types o3o
Madi
Member
[QUOTE="Kevin Liu]o3o currently they arent antrho, but I can say their two types o3o
[/QUOTE]
Can you please?
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Can you please?
Pequeno Burraidh
Beag Combatiente
Name: Cruinneach (Cru for short.)
Age: 23
Gender: Androgynous (Is never heard in their real voice, and has never been seen outside of their gear.)
Race: Unknown
Height: 6'3"
Side: Mercenary/Assassin/ Neutral
Bio: Little is known of Cruinneach. Race and gender have never been distinguished, and while Cruinneach seems cold, he is widely regarded as a form of Robin Hood-esque figure, often providing donations and food to orphanage institutions or hospitals. Despite these acts, most are unsettled by his presence, and animals tend to react negatively towards him.
Cruinnech has also been known for his habit of blending the two cities style, proving to be adept in the use of magic and machinery.
Seemingly impervious to most types of physical and magical damages, Cruinneach makes a point to avoid acids, electricity and flames with a passion, as they have been heard in tales to cause him/her/it a great deal of pain.
Cruinneach also dislikes medical magic, though none have figured out why.
(Disregard 9mm firearm.)
Age: 23
Gender: Androgynous (Is never heard in their real voice, and has never been seen outside of their gear.)
Race: Unknown
Height: 6'3"
Side: Mercenary/Assassin/ Neutral
Bio: Little is known of Cruinneach. Race and gender have never been distinguished, and while Cruinneach seems cold, he is widely regarded as a form of Robin Hood-esque figure, often providing donations and food to orphanage institutions or hospitals. Despite these acts, most are unsettled by his presence, and animals tend to react negatively towards him.
Cruinnech has also been known for his habit of blending the two cities style, proving to be adept in the use of magic and machinery.
Seemingly impervious to most types of physical and magical damages, Cruinneach makes a point to avoid acids, electricity and flames with a passion, as they have been heard in tales to cause him/her/it a great deal of pain.
Cruinneach also dislikes medical magic, though none have figured out why.
(Disregard 9mm firearm.)
Elegy
I am the bone of my sword
Name: Eldritch Farview
Race: Demon - Folk
Appearance:
Side: Esterloch
Height: 6'7
Age: 20
Weight: 110 lbs.
Personality: Eldritch is an incredibly reticent being who practically only speaks when spoken to, and only if he wants to even then. His words are laconic, this laconic speech reflects Eldritch's nature, as he grows impatient when hearing bombastic speech or elaborate descriptions. Eldritch's lack of speech is made up for with his thoughts, he completely analyzes and assesses situations and all variables in almost any situation with ease. Eldritch does this because he has fear: fear of the unknown. His very nature reviles what he cannot ascertain or figure out through his inner analysis. Additionally, contrary to his dark and ominous appearance, Eldritch is not a depraved and deplorable being. He does not revel like a mad sadist in inflicting suffering, in fact, he sees no point in causing unneeded harm and chooses not to hurt things unless violence is the best solution to a situation. Eldritch is also empathetic in the sense that he can understand and perceive emotions but he himself is removed from the very emotions he can identify, causing Eldritch to be perceived as a cold and probing being. Eldritch has a fondness for books and spellcraft and respects those who practice magic in any form. Eldritch also has the plentiful array of emotions and feelings a human has, but chooses to not vibrantly express these as most humans naturally do. Eldritch enjoys the company of the demons he summons as well as the company of those he deems interesting.
Physical traits: Eldritch as a voice that would make one's spine chill. It is unearthly, a voice soft and hard to catch, as if a ghost were whispering into your ear. Eldritch is not very capable physically and does not like to engage in strenuous work although he is a capable runner and can trek long distances through natural stamina granted through demon blood. Additionally, Eldritch likes to conceal his entire body and his face with a hood as demon folk are regarded with suspicion amongst humans. The clothing shown above is in a rather tattered state and the demonic skulls, spikes, chains and glowing red eyes only appear when Eldritch is channeling large amounts of magic.
Bio: Eldritch was born into a clan of Contractors, a type of demon folk who specialized in making contracts with various demons from the nether realm. Contractors are not entirely demon per say, they do not possess the power of demons and are more related to humans than actual demons. This difference is a mystery that no body has been able to solve, perhaps a demon and human coupled to form a new race, who knows. Often these contracts were made for the protection of the contractor, but there could be contracts for other means as well which enhanced the productivity of a certain craft or trade. For example, a demon that specialized in forging would be contracted to a blacksmith and so on. The stronger or more suited to a need a demon was, the higher the price of a contract. Often times, a demon would simply ask for a share of the Contractor's soul. How this works is that the demon essentially begins to live within the Contractor's soul as a sort of symbiotic parasite, residing in safety and comfort until summoned. A Contractor's ability to contract was determined by the strength of his soul, as too much strain on the soul would kill the Contractor. Additionally, the instructions to make contracts with specific types of demons were only found in certain tomes passed down in specific families. The more expansive the tome, the more powerful a family that owned it was. Eldritch's family owned a large tome that reflected their high position in the society. Because of the violent nature of the Nether realm, many demons who did not exercise belligerent ways would contract themselves for a safer existence more suited to their needs.
The Contractors were all wiped out in a massive attack from the Redire force who wished to claim the Contractor land as their own for military purposes. The attack was incredibly stealthy and most of the population was killed before they could retaliate. At this time, Eldritch was a young child, and the son of the most prominent Contractors. His soul was incredibly strong, "Forged in the finest fires" was how it was described. With such a strong soul, Eldritch had the capacity to become the next leader of the clan. However, his peaceful existence was shattered by the death of all he knew. He was quite literally the lone survivor of the attack. And this was when he contracted his first demon. Eldritch had stolen away the family tome and had ran away far from the destruction of his life. Weary, heartbroken, and distraught, Eldritch turned to his family's pride and made a contract. He made it with a demon that would guarantee him a fulfillment of the voids in his heart. His want for companionship, revenge, etc.. were all to be fulfilled in due time through this being. In exchange, Eldritch gave up one half of his soul and donated it to this demon, who could not materialize without immense impetus.
In the present day, Eldritch wanders from city to city, imbibing himself in the information of current events and teaches general magic or uses magic to help around to scrape by. If ever a chance comes for Eldritch to ally himself with the Esterloch military forces against the redire, he would gladly take the offer.
Notes about the Tome - The tome also allows Eldritch to perform basic magical abilities such as minor telekinesis, firing bolts of dark energy which can hurt as much as a paintgun pellet to a rubber bullet, and create small fireballs which do not have concussive force but simply just ignite things on normal fire.
Demon Companion: Pyrolok
Appearance :
Appearance when channeled with dark energies for a large scale fight:
General abilities:
Pyromancy - Pyrolok can manipulate existing fire with ease in all manners. Pyrolok can also produce his own fire in small quantities, but with high endurance. Pyrolok can also increase his body temperature from body temperature to incredibly high extents and can also become a completely elemental being comprised only of living fire. When in an elemental state, physical attacks will bypass Pyrolok just as if one had physically assaulted a fire. Additionally, Pyrolok can levitate and fly around in this state, moving almost like flowing water.
When charged with dark energies: Pyrolok grows incredibly large,becoming as large as a fully grown oak tree. In this state he becomes rooted into the ground, exposing Pyrolok from torso up and his fiery body becomes clouded and mixed with dark energy. In this state Pyrolok becomes a solid creature able to be wounded by artillery or any physical object. Although Pyrolok becomes rooted to the ground, he can still swipe at things with his increased strength via size enhancement and solid body. However, Pyrolok is incredibly slow in this state as well. His temperature also becomes incredibly hot, but his internal temperature remains a steady body temperature due to dark energy providing cool spots for Eldritch to reside in. Pyrolok's main ability here is an ability to fire off a single large fireball in one direction with his mouth. This can only occur once every eight seconds and it is apparent a few seconds before when the fireball is coming through Pyrolok's mouth glowing intensely and flames chaotically writhing out of his mouth. This fireball is both mixed with dark energy and intensely hot fire and moves as fast a thrown rock, which is a bit slow. However, the fireball's slow movement and predictability is offset with its power, the dark energy and heat of the fireball coupled with its respectable size can raze a cottage into oblivion. The fireball also lands with considerable concussive force, able to knock down any person in the vicinity of the blast. The dark energy mixed with the fire also grants the fireball considerable mass and weight, and the dark energy is also explosive. Basically, being hit by this fireball directly equates to death while being in the vicinity of the blast would knock your wind out, send your ears ringing, and disorientate you. Additionally, Pyrolok cannot aim at anything too close to him as he risks hurting himself or Eldritch. This form can only be maintained if Eldritch sits inside Pyrolok and channels energy, any disturbance to Eldritch causes this form to dissipate and will cause Pyrolok to become near helpless due to drained energy while still having a solid and piercable form through remaining dark energies. This form is essentially a siege cannon. Eldritch can only maintain this form for perhaps five minutes before being forced to revert Pyrolok into the same helpless state mentioned above. Because of these limitations, this form is best used against a large number of enemies or when Eldritch can be protected with allies. In single combat this form basically becomes five minutes of stall time for Eldritch as one would have to be incredibly slow to not dodge the intimidating fireball which was signalled by the intimidating build up within Pyrolok's intimidating and burning mouth.
Basically: Keep on your toes and be sharp every moment during a fight with Pyrolok, although he and his attacks are rather slow, they are incredibly powerful.
Personality to be shown and developed during RP.
Note: Will possibly add another demon, will most definitely add at least one more during the RP if the RP progresses meaningfully.
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Name: jason "fire" terren
Age:18
Race: human
Height: 6'2
Side: neutral, who ever pisses him off gets it... the worst.
bio: jason wasnt the star kid, he wasnt smart, he wasnt athletic, he wasnt at all perfect, or even good at anything, but his father tried, he tried to get him to be active, to be smart, after three long years, he enlisted the drink as one of his hobbies, along with torturing poor jason, one of the many tactics was fire magic, a now very despized magic to jason, jason ran away and 15, and practiced at everything he could, until he felt perdect in his eyes... he still has self esteem issues, poor jasey-poo
Appearence:
when not using magic, or used didnt use it for a while:<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/upload_2014-5-22_18-23-54.png.a842ddf242505d4cf4e559a1d5acb55e.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="18788" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/upload_2014-5-22_18-23-54.png.a842ddf242505d4cf4e559a1d5acb55e.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
when using magic
Age:18
Race: human
Height: 6'2
Side: neutral, who ever pisses him off gets it... the worst.
bio: jason wasnt the star kid, he wasnt smart, he wasnt athletic, he wasnt at all perfect, or even good at anything, but his father tried, he tried to get him to be active, to be smart, after three long years, he enlisted the drink as one of his hobbies, along with torturing poor jason, one of the many tactics was fire magic, a now very despized magic to jason, jason ran away and 15, and practiced at everything he could, until he felt perdect in his eyes... he still has self esteem issues, poor jasey-poo
Appearence:
when not using magic, or used didnt use it for a while:<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/upload_2014-5-22_18-23-54.png.a842ddf242505d4cf4e559a1d5acb55e.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="18788" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/upload_2014-5-22_18-23-54.png.a842ddf242505d4cf4e559a1d5acb55e.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
when using magic
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Hit Me!
Name: Taskuravun
Age: 304
Gender: Androgynous/can be both
Race: Ancient Demon-Folk
Height: 8'6"
Side: Esterloch
Bio: Taskuravun is an Ancient Demon-Folk that resides deep within Teiarra's depths. He is liken to a crab, but far more dangerous, gruesome, and ugly. As the tribal leader of his own, special strain of water-based Demon-folk, Taskuravun is extremely protective of his kind. When the Sea Church opened up and the population of "other kinds" grew, members of Taskuravun's crustacean-kin tribesmen were wiped clean; slaughtered and devoured. Hopeless, Taskuravun offered his soul to the Gods of the Sea to grant him the ability to breathe and walk on land, as well as utilise the elements of the storms. Regularly, he would terrorise the people with his newfound powers.
Physical traits: He is a gigantic, crab-like man with two giant claws, six legs, and a chest that is is semi-transparent. People could see the storm clouds literally brewing up inside of him, and the sounds of lightning and thunder crack within. Behind him are more armoured legs that can be controlled.
Powers: His natural armour is completely dense and heavily armoured, and the bladed tips of his spikes, thorns, claws, legs, and teeth, are filled with deadly venom. He can spit bolts of lightning out of his mouth, and control thunder clouds. He can also control bodies of water, and use vast amounts of water to aid him in battle. His pincers are extremely powerful, and can snap, stab, and snip even the hardest of metals. He can also summon miniature versions of himself and to control.
Age: 304
Gender: Androgynous/can be both
Race: Ancient Demon-Folk
Height: 8'6"
Side: Esterloch
Bio: Taskuravun is an Ancient Demon-Folk that resides deep within Teiarra's depths. He is liken to a crab, but far more dangerous, gruesome, and ugly. As the tribal leader of his own, special strain of water-based Demon-folk, Taskuravun is extremely protective of his kind. When the Sea Church opened up and the population of "other kinds" grew, members of Taskuravun's crustacean-kin tribesmen were wiped clean; slaughtered and devoured. Hopeless, Taskuravun offered his soul to the Gods of the Sea to grant him the ability to breathe and walk on land, as well as utilise the elements of the storms. Regularly, he would terrorise the people with his newfound powers.
Physical traits: He is a gigantic, crab-like man with two giant claws, six legs, and a chest that is is semi-transparent. People could see the storm clouds literally brewing up inside of him, and the sounds of lightning and thunder crack within. Behind him are more armoured legs that can be controlled.
Powers: His natural armour is completely dense and heavily armoured, and the bladed tips of his spikes, thorns, claws, legs, and teeth, are filled with deadly venom. He can spit bolts of lightning out of his mouth, and control thunder clouds. He can also control bodies of water, and use vast amounts of water to aid him in battle. His pincers are extremely powerful, and can snap, stab, and snip even the hardest of metals. He can also summon miniature versions of himself and to control.
Venomous
New Member
Name: Radioactive (RA for short)
Age: 21
Race: Assassin
Height: 6ft1
Appearance:
The male wore a white outfit; this consisted of a hood which covered most of his face from view. He wore a white shirt; patterned with a crimson red design on his padded shoulders and down his body; with this he wore a diamond and titanium bonded armored plating beneath it. He wore simple brown slacks which clung to him to help him moreover more swiftly through the air or on the ground. A belt held his outfit together; a silver buckle was in the design of several petals, beneath these petals was two arches which came together in a /\ shape. he male wore a brown cloak; this hung over his left shoulder. The weapons of the male were hidden; two assassin blades; made from diamond and iridium bonded together; and were very useful in close combat. RA also carried a buster sword, which had many gifts. He kept these gift a secret and shared them with people who he completely trusted. He moved fast for his size of six foot one;he knew there were immortals out who were much faster. He went by one name RA.
Bio:
RA was a male of many faces, he was the good guy, the bad guy, the nice guy. All RA knew was he had to kill to survive, his state of mentality had been tortured by the evil of the realms. He simply wanted peace within himself and went at all extents to get it. These led him to be the most wanted of assassins. Head after head, bounty after bounty, RA grew stronger and wiser, he learnt how to kill without being detected, to not hurt the innocent unless provoked upon. One could say RA was like an active volcano, nobody ever knew when he would erupt. He had many gifts that were genetically passed down generation to generation. These like his sword were sacred and very secretive, although these gifts were useful..RA had an ego to allow these gifts to be only used when in an emergency. He seemed neutral staying by the side which paid more..he was lustful of money.
The belt buckle.
Age: 21
Race: Assassin
Height: 6ft1
Appearance:
The male wore a white outfit; this consisted of a hood which covered most of his face from view. He wore a white shirt; patterned with a crimson red design on his padded shoulders and down his body; with this he wore a diamond and titanium bonded armored plating beneath it. He wore simple brown slacks which clung to him to help him moreover more swiftly through the air or on the ground. A belt held his outfit together; a silver buckle was in the design of several petals, beneath these petals was two arches which came together in a /\ shape. he male wore a brown cloak; this hung over his left shoulder. The weapons of the male were hidden; two assassin blades; made from diamond and iridium bonded together; and were very useful in close combat. RA also carried a buster sword, which had many gifts. He kept these gift a secret and shared them with people who he completely trusted. He moved fast for his size of six foot one;he knew there were immortals out who were much faster. He went by one name RA.
Bio:
RA was a male of many faces, he was the good guy, the bad guy, the nice guy. All RA knew was he had to kill to survive, his state of mentality had been tortured by the evil of the realms. He simply wanted peace within himself and went at all extents to get it. These led him to be the most wanted of assassins. Head after head, bounty after bounty, RA grew stronger and wiser, he learnt how to kill without being detected, to not hurt the innocent unless provoked upon. One could say RA was like an active volcano, nobody ever knew when he would erupt. He had many gifts that were genetically passed down generation to generation. These like his sword were sacred and very secretive, although these gifts were useful..RA had an ego to allow these gifts to be only used when in an emergency. He seemed neutral staying by the side which paid more..he was lustful of money.
The belt buckle.