The apocalypse: Character sheets/ Game mechanics
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				Title: <strong> The apocalypse: Character sheets/ Game mechanics </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:31:32</strong>
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				I'll be posting your character here once I get all your stats <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77135.msg3402780#msg3402780">Quote from: Brittlby on 02-08-2010, 22:23:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Name: Pestilence (Often refers to herself as "Mary Mallon" when forced to deal with lesser creatures.)<br><br>Age: Eternal<br><br>Race: Viral, Bacterial, Chemical Imbalance, Language, Infectious Creatures<br><br>History: <br><br>A flush of the cheeks and accelerated heart beat... Love is a fever. <br><br>How does one describe the history of an creature that is both so long lived and so ubiquitous? Measured in spreading vectors and a mounting body count, the love of Pestilence is a varied and beautiful thing, one that can not be explained so much as observed. And even these observations made with the eyes of mortals is a mere glimpse of her. The traces of e.coli that dance across the oily surface of a breakfast omelette left under the defective heat lamp for a scant five minutes too long is just a tease of pale flesh peeking from beneath a miniskirt. The roaches that hide in the shadows beneath the stovetop, scurrying for crumbs and spreading filth, the hint of an aroused nipple. The hint of herpes that glazes the rim of a glass that was not cleansed sufficiently well by a minimum wage dishwasher, white teeth chewing at red lips with equal parts wantonness and jitters. <br><br>What mortal could envision her in her entirety? In the sweltering jungle or... even in the greasy diner across the road, she is always there, waiting to be taken in. Her love is given freely, without restriction and without warning.<br><br>A flush of the cheeks and accelerated heart beat. Love is a fever.<br><br>Personality: <br><br>Pestilence embodied is not without a sense of irony, often masquerading as a doctor or apothecary of variant eras. She savors the long and lingering sickness most, but a varied and complicated lover, she will sometimes fancy something quick and rough like a flesh eating virus or Ebola. Though Death is her constant companion, it is not a particularly welcome one. He snatches the mortals from her grasp at the height of her ecstasy. A shame that mortals are so fragile, for she has had many favorites snatched away by the greedy emptiness of her colleague.<br><br>She has a burning need that drives her to consume, spread and infect. It is a love that lesser creatures do not readily understand, but she grants unto them regardless. A creature of impossible appetites and boundless love, that sickens all she touches, she is decidedly coy. Rarely does she directly act upon her desires, instead behaving as a timid coquette, leaving traces of avian flu across a door knob as if it were a glass slipper. <br><br>With the end of days looming, she has taken to a more direct approach, dusting off her ancient weaponry. If there is to be an end of the whole mess, then she intends to go out as she lived. Full of her infectious love... <br><br>Pestilence utilizes her bow of legend very rarely, relying instead on her own infectious nature or her minions. She has a noted affinity for fleas, rats, roaches, strays, and other zoonotic animals that can carry and transmit illness, displaying no small amount of control over them.<br><br><br>Health&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 6<br>Attack&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;8<br>Intelligence&nbsp; 12<br>Defense&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 10<br>Agility&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 4<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:40:02</strong>
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				<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76631.msg3374225#msg3374225">Quote from: Odin on 29-07-2010, 02:46:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Name:</strong> War, The Second Horsemen.<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> Eternal.<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Somewhere between.<br><br><strong>Appearence:</strong><br>(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs47/f/2009/181/a/c/Darksiders_by_rpgfan04.png)<br>(http://www.gameguru.in/images/darksiders-1.jpg)<br><br>War is encased in a black armor, powered by the council. His body is also covered by what appears to be a dark red body suit, which fills in the gaps of black with red. His long grey hair reaches the middle of his torso, and is topped with the dark red cloak with hood. His sword is bound to his back when he is not carrying it, and his large chain gun is summoned on command.<br><br><strong>War's war history:</strong><br>At the beginning of the war, Pestilence was sent out to decimate the population. The problem was, the war was already raging and Pestilence served little purpose, as the war did his job for him. Deciding that combat called for the one created for it, they sent War.<br><br>War appeared anywhere there was a battle to fight, usually being ganged up upon. Angels and Demons fought side by side to destroy the horsemen, wanting to destroy the one who had claimed the gifted of either side. Each horsemen is born with abilities that make them the best at what they did. And so, it is not surprising War has claimed champions and still walked the plains looking for those he was sent to kill.<br><br>The council soon realised that even though War could find his targets, the scouts would tell them and they would run from War, fearing what was to come. And so, they gifted him a weapon that would allow him to bring them down, or at least wound them. A large chain gun, which was summoned through the rift from the council. The gun fires three hundred rounds, then vanishes and may only be summoned again in a certain amount of time, depending on if War is in the hall.<br><br>Health: 10<br>Attack: 10<br>Intelligence: 5<br>Defense: 10<br>Agility: 5<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  The apocalypse: Character sheets/ Game mechanics </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:01:44</strong>
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				played by -abandoneddolly<br>Name- anethrial<br>Race- guardian angel<br>Appearance- anethrial has a tall and lithe build with a fair complexion. She has blond brown hair that flows all the way down to her thighs and is usually&nbsp; up in a braid. She has large golden eyes. She wears a dusty colored cloak to hide her appearance and leather armor underneath. The only thing left of her wings are two deep scars down her back where they used to be. Her body is covered in other small scars and bruises that mark her life of war.<br>Items- Anethrial has several daggers hidden on her person as well as a large spear she carries around with her.<br>History- Anethrial was a guardian angel that followed around&nbsp; no one special. The women she watched over had ordinary lives still she loved and cared for each one dearly. The&nbsp; one of a teacher she cared for the most. She delighted in watching the teacher work with the little children, Liked the teachers smile and her sparkling eyes maybe a bit too much. Then the war came and Anethrial&nbsp; left as well as most of the guardians to fight off the demons. Though she slipped off to watch the teacher whenever she could. Then one day after victorious battle she felt very good and wanted to see her, when she found her at the school the demons had taken over. Some possessing the little kids and killing the others. Horrified Anethrial raced to the school not even stopping to bring help though she should have. One little angel is not strong enough to defeat even a little horde by herself. Still Anethrial tried she was even winning the battle till it came down to the demon possessed kids she could not bring herself to kill them and her hesitancy i s what lost her one of her wings. The demons managed to cut it off, What was worse though is watching the one she had cared for and guided this whole time turn to attack her as well seeming to blame her for not protecting the children. Once the banishment happened Anethrial cut off her other wing by herself , turning away from her life of war, and angels. She blamed them and herself for what happened if they only tried harder everything could have been saved.&nbsp; She travels now trying to find her way to redemption. As long as she wears her cloak she can almost pass for human. So she wears it and goes out to find the lost humans and give them supplies and guidance where she can. <br><br>health-10<br>attack-6<br>Intelligence-7<br>defense-5<br>Agility-7<br><br><br>Played by abandoneddolly<br>Name-Azazel <br>Race- arch demon <br>Appearance - (http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs23/i/2009/014/9/5/___Azazel____by_orpheelin.jpg)<br>Items- two swords strapped to his back<br>history- Azazel was once an angel but might have liked the humans a bit more then God had wanted. he thought it was unfair that God kept all the knowledge and left his creation ignorant and weak. So he started the group the watchers which took some of heavens knowledge and bestowed it onto the humans. It didn't matter that the information they gave only seemed to breed chaos and sin. If they could not handle it it was their problem and it made life a whole lot more interesting anyway.&nbsp; Azazel actually fell when he gave the human females items to make them more attractive to angels and then talked some of his other brethren into mating with them. Causing&nbsp; half angels to be born which god was not too happy about. When he fell the watchers continued and a number of other information was leaked and given out over the years. Azazel is not much of a fighter more of a manipulater. Why fight when you can talk someone else into doing it for you. he reveals in chaos and enjoys the war and the fall of the angels very much<br><br><br>health-10<br>attack-5<br>Intelligence-10<br>defense-5<br>Agillity-5
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				Title: <strong>Re:  The apocalypse: Character sheets/ Game mechanics </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:50:10</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77135.msg3383128#msg3383128">Quote from: Urbanzorro on 30-07-2010, 06:17:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Character Sheet for approval. <br><br><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Death, The 4th Horseman<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> The oldest Horseman, Death has been around since the first creature drew life watching and waiting. <br><br><strong>Race</strong>: None, And Every<br><br><strong>Titles:</strong> Yama, Orcus, Morana, Thanatos, Izanami, Guédé, Mictlantecuhtli, and many more.....<br><br><br><br><strong>Basic History:</strong> Through out time, he has been been mankind's constant companion, always walking a step behind, always waiting, and always there. Never missing an appointment, never forgetting a soul. He has always been the herald of silence, the ender, the bringer of stillness to chaos. All that exist, save one, will one day know his embrace. Many go through life never knowing his full attentions, simply playing their part in his design, meeting their end as he has planned. Fitting into his grand scheme like the gears and springs of a fine tuned watch.&nbsp; But some, for better or worse have know the full brunt of his attentions, the mercy he can bring, and the suffering he can inflict. He has been worshiped, he as been cursed, he has feared, and he has been begged to appear. The mortals of earth have sought to cheat him, to escape him, to use him, and to forget him. Now in this new time............. his power grows. Those who had once been immune to his touch now find themselves laid bare before him. His reach extends ever onward. And his task grows ever more. He is the patient hunter, the inescapable tracker, the untiring chaser, but most of all he is the silent farmer, and the time for his harvest has arrived!<br><br><strong>Personality</strong>: Death itself comes in many forms, and so too does it's embodiment on earth. Most will only know him as a faint tug on their arm, their leg or the faintest brush of fingers along their cheek. Then it is over,their existence as life is no more. But to a select few Death is more than just a faint feeling, these beings who catch and hold his attention will find that when their time comes Death more than just an idea. Death thinks of himself as the bringer of peace, he does not see his duty as evil, or as bestowing suffering. He sees it as enforcing the natural order. Things are born, and so too they must die. It is the way of existence over the years of watching man scurry to and fro Death has developed quite a few distinct personality traits. He fancies himself a judge of character, the first step on a beings path to punishment or reward. To those he deems worthy, those who's works will last long after their bodies have know his work, those who knew of his approach and did not run, but rather met him with courage, and to those who begged out for him to end their unjust suffering he does not appear as a fearful visage but as a man, (http://www.paintinghere.com/UploadPic/Fabian%20Perez/big/MAN%20IN%20WHITE%20SUIT%20IV.jpg). A kind friend, who has come to guide&nbsp; them. An assuring face telling them that this is not the end but simply the next step. And occasionally a lover wrapping them in a rapturous embrace which wipes away all fear, pain, and suffering....<br><br>But to those who would seek to cheat him, to escape him, those who would dare to believe that their plans were more important than his. Those who would force him to alter his plan Death is something all together much more horrible. He is a shrouded figure...a horrific vision of the remains of one of their own kind. His dimensions hidden beneath his robes. To humans he is a withered body (http://forum.ncif.net/yabbfiles/avatars/UserAvatars/Scythe.jpg), robed in white. His touch cold as ice, and his voice the death gasps of all mankind's fallen laced into a single sound. To those who had once been protected from him Death comes in the form of a angel skeleton (http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp31/rebelcom1991/Angel_of_Death.jpg), robed in a pale gray cloak. And should they choose to stand and fight, whether they be mortal, angel, or demon. Death's target will see him without his robes and wearing his battle armor. (http://forum.coowow.com/noncgi/attach/2008/03/18/1205770090-userId-624-SKULL.jpg)<br><br><strong>Arm's and Equipment</strong>: Never one for modernization, Death's methods have not changed over the eons. He still wields his Scythe (http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/ShadowBlade8691/scythe.jpg) with an unnatural grace and speed for a weapon it's size. Imbued with his very power Death's Scythe can cut through the thickest of armors to cleave his target. In addition to this his armor is crafted from the bones of the most able opponents he has ever faced. He still rides, Entropy,&nbsp; his faithful steed (http://images.elfwood.com/art/e/d/edstromj/elfwunwhorse.jpg). Which beyond the explanation of human reason is capable of carrying Death to any place he wishes at nearly any speed, with unnatural amounts of endurance. Death is very proud of his horse, for while some may be able to out run him, none can do it for long. <br><br><strong>Stats</strong><br>Health 6<br>Attack 9<br>Intelligence 6<br>Defense 9<br>Agility 10<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  The apocalypse: Character sheets/ Game mechanics </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 20:45:22</strong>
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				<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76631.msg3369434#msg3369434">Quote from: CrazyIvan on 28-07-2010, 06:47:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Name:</strong> Mike "Black Demon"<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27 - apparently - <br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><strong>Race:</strong> Human - supposedly -<br><strong>Home:</strong> The Wastes - currently -<br><strong>History:</strong> Not much is know about him as he doesn't talk about himself much and keeps to himself. Modern weapons didn't seem to do much to the new invading armies of the demons and angels. Mike was supposedly one of the soldiers that fought on the front lines of the major battles fighting against the waves of demons, as he was ordered. He watched many of his comrades die in wave after wave as they tried to attack and kill the encroaching darkness that the demons brought. But there weapons and all there technology seemed to do nothing to them and only ended up hurting themselves. He felt the depths of hopelessness on the battle fields as he struggled for his life and to not to die in this almost unwinable war.<br><br>This was not always the case, when he was younger he was a smart and intelligent person, who would never dream he would ever pick up a gun and fight. He loved life in all forms, though he didn't believe in angels and god he still was a good person and hoped for the best. He never thought things like demons would exist he thought they were just myths and legends from an old time that was long forgot and meant to scare kids. Though as the war became more visible to humans his ideas changed and he was scared of what was to come. Though he would find a small light in the dark a group of people that seemed to fight back against the dark and offer hope to him and friendship.<br><br>He fought along side them, though it seemed hopeless, they were not part of any nation but fighting for themselves, each other, and to make a better world. They fought the darkness and lost more times then they won, but still they didn't give up and fought against it to the best they could. Mike grew close to the leader, his best friend, and another leader, a woman he loved and would give anything to save them and to carry on their dream. He trained harder, picking up the blade since it seemed to do more then just a gun to them. He trained and it seemed like they were doing better in the fight as they switched to a more medieval method of combat mixed with a modern one. <br><br>Though it was not meant to last as his dream, light, and hope came crashing down around him. His friend, unknown to him was an angel that was helping the humans and helping to lead them in the fight against the darkness, and bestowed upon them a bit of his power and hope. In this way, even then he was almost like a half angel and maybe even becoming on, if that was possible with the strength he possessed he was certainly not a typical human, and was getting closer to almost inhuman feats. But the angel would weaken and falter in face of the demons and betray them for his dream and the want of his own land and nation, after all it looked like the angels were losing and God had betrayed them. So why not betray the humans as well and join the winning side, though the demons demanded a sacrifice in exchange for him becoming a demon.<br><br>So he offered his group of fighters, Mike's friends and lover. No one knows what happened during the time of the sacrifice as Mike says nothing about it and there is a rumor that only he survived, though maybe his lover did to. Either way he lived were thousands died and he sworn revenge upon the demons, his friend, to find his lover, and against the angels that betrayed them. He know fights on in the wastes taking on any and all that come at him, with his strength that is well beyond human and is inhuman and almost a mix of demonic and angelic. Though these are just rumors about what he is and about his past, if you wish to know what he truly is you best ask him and not hope he cuts you in two with his blade that is monstrous. He is not hard to find look for the man in black armor, that looks like a wolf hungry for blood, carry and monstrous blade. He is also said to have only one arm as his other was lost during his fight and is now a fake, that is said to house a cannon like weapon.<br><strong>Picture of him, armor off:</strong><br>(http://ghost.animeholic.net/Gatts_Fanart.jpeg)<br><strong>Picture of him, armor on:</strong><br>(http://img1.liveinternet.ru/images/attach/b/2/22/459/22459150_1183961462_20777087_Berserker_Armor_by_hellbeast.jpg)<br>(http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z24/AdventChildren06/Berserk.jpg)<br><strong>Sword and armor history, legend:</strong> <br>His armor is something that looks like a demon and something that is said to hunger for blood and will seek it out. It seeks out the blood of humans of angels or so the legend goes. It is supposed to be a demonic armor, that is made from the hate, rage, and burning fires of the dead's thirst for revenge. It grows stronger on these emotions and was made for the arch-demons, or that is how the legend goes. It was meant as an armor against the holy and against the unholy and to seek out the holy to fight them. It will slowly seep into the owners mind and consume them with rage and hatred that will burn their flesh, leaving behind a walking corpse full of rage and hate. Though these are only legends, but so far it seems true as it has protected him against the haunts of the dead and demons that haunt and hunt him. It is also how he gets his name and why he is feared and known by humans, demons, and angels alike. For it seems that he doesn't die and will hunt you till the end of the earth once the demon has set his red eyes upon you and hunts you.<br><br>His sword on the other hand is that of an angel's, though it doesn't look like it, with how monstrous it is. It has a black edge with a white core that shines, when held to the light and with the symbol of the cross emboldened onto the core near the tip, it is black to stand out against the white. The blade is taller and wider then a man and is forged from holy steel, that was made during the first war that drove Lucifer from heaven. It is meant to be used against the fallen and demons, though it is also just as effective against angels. It seems it can cut through almost anything and is a frightening sight to see it swung, let alone to use it in one hand. These are the legends of the blades and armor, that have no name, but are feared and know known about since they were used by Mike. They are feared by humans, demons, and angels alike as Mike doesn't stop and leaves behind him a wake of carnage and destruction. <br><br>Without Demon Armor and Angel Slayer<br>Human - 30 points<br>health - 5/20<br>attack - 7/10<br>Intelligence - 5/10<br>defense - 7/10<br>Agility - 6/10<br><br>With Demon Armor and Angel Slayer<br>Demon/Angel - 35 points<br>health - 5/20<br>attack - 10/10<br>Intelligence - 1/10 - goes into a berserk mode able to think plans sort of, but not reasoned with and can calm himself down.<br>defense - 10/10<br>Agility - 9/10<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  The apocalypse: Character sheets/ Game mechanics </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 23:45:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77135.msg3413349#msg3413349">Quote from: MajorTeroh on 04-08-2010, 20:06:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(http://i799.photobucket.com/albums/yy272/Major_Teroh/Ablum1/RedAngel-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i799.photobucket.com/albums/yy272/Major_Teroh/Ablum1/CrownedWoman-1.jpg)<br><br>Name: Camael, the ‘One Who Sees God”, also the Angel of War<br><br>Race: Archangel<br><br>Background:<br>Camael was a veteran from the war. She had done as much as she could with her soldiers to try and stem the overwhelming tide of the demon hordes. Devastatingly, she was on the front line with her beloved brethren when the tide of battle turned and their lord&nbsp; &nbsp; abandoned them. Her faith was shattered into hundreds of pieces, growing smaller and smaller with each felled warrior. She couldn’t understand how they could be marooned on this hellish planet when they were doing as their Lord bade them to. All of her closest companions were eventually felled by not only the demon hordes, but also by the humans after they decided to take their own side in the war and to push any angels or demons from their cities. Of course this did not bode well for the humans as they were no longer just collateral damage, but caught up in the actual fighting of the war. Camael couldn’t blame them though, the war had destroyed much of their Earth already and they just wanted to have their peaceful lives back. <br><br>Her fighting in the wars had left the angel scarred, both physically and mentally. Her&nbsp; body bore the marks of her front line fighting. Scars of various lengths and complexity snaked their way over her body. A trio of claw marks on her shoulder from a feral demon, a short cut between a pair of her ribs from a blade that managed to work its way into her armor, many scars such as these cover her form, not disfiguring it, but accentuating the toned physique of a veteran warrior and matching her stern personality. Never being one that was particularly cheery, her mental state only drew further in on itself through the course of the war. She mostly kept to herself amongst the remaining few loyal to their Lord. She wasn’t sure how she felt anymore though, she kept with those still calling themselves the Lord’s army, but she still couldn’t grasp the seeming betrayal and abandonment. Perhaps He was just testing them, attempting to strengthen their resolve and test their faith. She still didn’t know that she could forgive him for her fallen friends though, and this made her worry, to not be able to forgive the Lord. She wasn’t the same angel she had been before. <br><br>Originally Camael had been a devoted warrior, training the angels and keeping them in line, the perfect officer. She didn’t give herself any time to waste and spend doing things that others would consider pleasurable. Her life had been her soldiers and worshiping, those were the things that gave her pleasure and made her happy. Now she was much moodier and kept to herself most of the time. She also had somehow developed emotions during her time on Earth, much to her surprise she had even wept when her closest companions were lost. Though not surprisingly, she had become prone to fits of anger bordering on rage. <br><br>Her olive complexion was perfect as was to be expected of an angel, the only blemishes being her battle scars. She had been very proud of these at first as they served to represent her devotion and prowess in battle, but now they only shamed her as her failure to both Lord and comrade. Her dark hair was around shoulder length when not confined by her garments, which it was more often than not, and had a reddish tint to its brown body.&nbsp; Her eyes were outlined with dark makeup and accentuated with delicate beads beneath them. She had a simple piercing through the right corner of her bottom lip and her hands were decorated with highly intricate tattoos from her wrists to the bottoms of her carefully tended nails. She wasn’t one for trying to look beautiful, but she did have her standards and kept the small details of her body looking proper. <br><br>Stats:<br><br>Health:10<br>Attack:7<br>Intelligence:5<br>Defense:10<br>Agility:3<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  The apocalypse: Character sheets/ Game mechanics </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 06:08:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77135.msg3392317#msg3392317">Quote from: Damnedangel on 01-08-2010, 00:43:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Name </strong> Lexi Collins<br><br><strong>Age</strong> Unknown, she prefirs not to say<br><br><strong>Race</strong> Half demon/Half angel<br><br><strong>Appearance</strong> <br>Favourite form (Angel form): (http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t288/bloodangle666/asdfg.jpg) but her hairs blond and she has a small golden halo.<br>Mixed form: Much like the on above form apart from her wings are purple, she has small red horns sticking out her head, long red catlike tail, her two canine teeth are longer and sharper like small fangs an she has a tribal wolf tattoo that appears across the small of her back.<br><br><strong>History</strong> Lexi has no idea how she was born. She assumes her father raped her mother but hopes that they actually had sex out of love even though she knows that probably didn’t happen. She lived on Earth with a human family for the first 20 years of her life because she was found by a human family while she was human she had alot of men chasing after her but she didn't know why. It wasn’t till she was 23 that her wings, tail, horns and fangs grew in making her scream in pain, this only happened when a group of demons attacked her family.<br><br>After they attacked her family she ran when a passing guardian angel took pity on her and took her to heaven. The angel kept her hidden and taught her to hide her demonic side, once she had control over it&nbsp; and chose to appear in a angelic form she began to wonder around with other angels hiding her demonic self, the training itself took her over 100 years to complete. Since then no angel has found her demonic form, but from time to time Lexi will visit the demons to try and find her father but so far has had no luck finding him. She has also looked for her mother but hasn’t found her either.<br><br>The guardian angel also taught her to fight so sometimes while visiting demons she will fight them to take out her rage and emotions. On her last visit to the demons she found out she could control fire and make the blade of her swords catch fire which surprised her, she assumed she got the power from her father, but it was then she realised that while she was human and the men had chased her that her father was probably an incubus. Once she got back to the angels she began practicing her new power and gained more and more control over it but hasn’t found any powers that her mother has passed onto her.<br><br>health: 10<br>attack: 5<br>Intelligence: 10<br>defense: 5<br>Agility: 5<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  The apocalypse: Character sheets/ Game mechanics </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 20:49:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=14292">Quote from: Galanthor on 05-08-2010, 23:48:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">ok...here we go...i'll keep it short as i don't want to wiki his history before asigning<br><br><span style="font-family: Monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Berith, duke of hell</strong></span><br>(http://th09.deviantart.net/fs48/PRE/f/2009/202/8/4/Nightmare_demon_by_hgjart.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Six Legion were told to fullfill every of his wishes, his power is nearly unmatched by the demons, or at least he thinks so. Berith was one of the great winners of the fall, one of those that helped Lucifer reigning Hell. Truth is, Berith indeed is as powerful as he's ugly. No only in Strength but mainly in drawing people on his side by using the greed of man, or telling their fate. On a human scale he is unbelivable cruel or sadistic. In battle he even kills his own man whenever they go in his way.</span><br></span><br><br>Health&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 10<br>Attack&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;10<br>Intelligence&nbsp; 5<br>Defense&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 10<br>Agility&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 1 </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  The apocalypse: Character sheets/ Game mechanics </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 20:51:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77135.msg3429181#msg3429181">Quote from: JerichoMyers on 07-08-2010, 08:51:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Name: Snatchens<br>Race: Imp<br>Age: 157<br>Gender: Male<br>History: Displaying little promise and potential for furthering his place besides Lucifer's side, Snatchen plans on proving his worth as Lucifers ultimate and most powerful minion. Underrated and overlooked by many of his superior demons, which are obviously beyond him, Snatchens is determined. Traveling to the surface world where the war was first broiling at its finest. Proving some pity worth among demonic ranks, Snatchen had slain two angels in total. Fighting vigorously, nearly dieing in both encounters, he's proven that Imps have their uses beyond cannon fodder. Though soon, Lucifer took notice and tested the little Imps prowess. Luring him into battle with a guardian, this was test of sheer ferocity and skill. Battling fiercely, getting battered around without remorse by the guardian, he proved unable to best his superior opponent. Battle weary, disabled, rendered useless, the Guardian gave Snatchen a chance at redemption. Interpreting his intentions of gaining power and official rank among Hell's army, the guardian offered him a place of solace. Taking a moments thought but denying, it only took that one momentous thought. Lucifer banned Snatchen from Hell, forever imprisoning him on Earth. Trapped on Earth, Demons, Angels, Humans, and Half-breeds seek the little Imps blood. <br>After several years on Earth, hiding among the local ruins and cowarding away from contact of most everything and everyone; Snatchen rises once more. Tired of hiding in the shadows, he's proclaimed vengeance on Lucifer, swearing ill upon his former master. By doing so, surrounding demons have been enticed by this insult. Though not posing a threat, Lucifer intends to entertain himself with the suffering of others, along with Snatchen. But some thing spectacular happened, if Snatchen could manage to kill an Arch Angel he would be accepted back in Hell. But honestly, what are the chances of that ever happening. Now he sets off on his journey, a journey that will lead towards his own demise. ((Edited))<br>Image:(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll116/Bitty_Pong/Red_Imp_by_haruningster.jpg)<br>Weapons: Imp magic<br>Stats(Since all the cool people are doing it): <br>Health:5<br>Attack:2<br>Intelligence:4<br>Defense:3<br>Agility:4<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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